#title is self explanatory

[shion-yu]

Top five fanfics that I still think about a literal decade later:

The Symphony Verse by shandyall. Glee AU where Blaine has a stutter and he meets Kurt in an online class. Incredibly written and so very sweet and real, follows Kurt and Blaine from college to having kids. Actually made me want to become a speech pathologist.

If I Die Young by BlowTheCandlesOut: Glee AU where Blaine is diagnosed with brain cancer after they graduate high school. A tearjerker with a great plot.

Performance in a Leading Role by MadLori: Sherlock AU where Sherlock and John are famous actors cast in a romantic Hollywood movie. Delightfully a product of its time but masterfully penned and keeps you at the edge of your seat as a slow burn.

The Hay Wain by A Benediction: Sherlock AU about a young Sherlock running away from his sexually abusive uncle. Stuck with me because of its unique (and heartbreaking) plot. Major NSFW for child abuse.

The Heart Rate of a Mouse by beggarsnotes: Panic!ATD fic set in the 60s. Sex, drugs and rock n’ roll. Threw me straight into my teenage hippie faze and has the best playlists of all time.

Runners Up: A Stranger Heart (Glee), Not Your Average Threesome (Sherlock), Breaking Destiny (Doctor Who), Blind Man’s Go (Hikaru no Go), Alone on the Water (Sherlock), Until the Sun Goes Down (Glee).

[ash-and-starlight]

When Zuko hit the floor the teacups clattered down with him: one shattered, one rolled under the brazier. Sokka pinned him down. He felt the pulse of each staccato breath under his sock. Zuko did not look too put out. The firelight shivered over his scarred eye. The exposed cleft of his throat bobbed. "You win."

The Mercy of Magpies ch5 is out Now!!

written by the incredible @ranilla-bean (who had a stern parent talk with the fic so that she would complete her homeworks in time and with an A+++) and betaed by @faux-fires

Chapter Post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch 2 || Ch 3.1 || Ch 3.2 || Ch.4

[critai]

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[tinglingfuckingsensation]

Rosie's Big Send-Off

Hello @blood-suits-and-tears, merry hbowar christmas to you! I was inspired by your reunion prompt, your fanart of the boys and your love for Rosie, Kenny and Brady especially. Rosie's such a great character, and his love for music inspired me to make a playlist (some background information for the songs I chose is in the tags). And because he also was an amazing person in real life, and I'm so impressed that he actually took part in the Nuremberg trials, I wrote a little fic tied with the playlist, about the guys organizing a sendoff party for him. I hope you enjoy it✨The fic itself is under the cut!

Rosie

The letter comes late October. Rosie's been waiting for it, feeling like he's been sitting on hot coals. He rips the thick envelope open in the stairway, unable to wait until he's back upstairs in his small apartment.

There's a whole slew of documents, forms and pamphlets, but the most important information is right on the first page. On the 5th of January 1946, he's supposed to be back on German soil, to assist in the upcoming Nuremberg trials.

There's a ticket for the ship taking him to Europe, departure date the 15th of December. He'll miss all of the end of year festivities then, but he'd expected as much. Rosh Hashanah had consequently been filled with as many gatherings and family dinners as possible, his mother set on making the most of the time he spent at home.

It had been good to see everyone again, but he could admit he was glad it was over and he could return to the privacy of his Brooklyn apartment. Return to his work. There was so much to be done, and be done well, and Rosie looked forward to the chance to prove himself.

Rosie hums a tune as he takes the rickety stairs up to his apartment on the top floor, two steps at a time. He's been working towards this for months, has been preparing extensive reviews and depositions along with the other assistants to the prosecutor. He was ready. He feels the same swoop in his stomach as he did getting into a B-17, thrumming with adrenaline and ready to do what was asked of him.

With a hum and a twirl he allows himself because nobody's watching, he moves to his record player. He pulls out the Artie Shaw recording Pappy and the other guys from his crew had gotten him for his birthday back in June.

The first person he calls is his mother. She had been both anxious and proud when he had told her about his plans, and she had doted on him even more than usual while he was visiting. He had caught her, more than once, staring at him with shining eyes, and when he'd finally left, once Yom Kippur had passed, she had hugged him so tight his ribs had creaked.

She cries on the phone, as expected, then hands him over to his father, and then his sister, and it takes an hour until he can hang up the phone.

He calls Harry next. They've been keeping in touch, at least a phone call every week, and Rosie's been down to visit to meet Jean and their newborn son. Harry's as excited as Rosie thought he'd be, starts talking a mile a minute.

"Rosie, that's great! I knew they'd ask you to go, they know there's no one better to get these sons of bitches. It's a shame you're missing the holidays though!" He pauses for a moment, but before Rosie can say anything, he continues.

"We should get together before you leave, who knows how long you'll be gone. Maybe ask some of the other guys too, while we're at it, what do you think?"

"That sounds fantastic, Harry, but I'm not sure I have the time to set that up before I go."

"Oh, no, leave it to me, I think I already have an idea. You just tell me a date that works for you, and I'll take care of the rest."

Rosie laughs, and agrees. It would be good to see some of the other guys from the 100th again. They've all been keeping in touch through letters and the telephone, but apart from Harry, Rosie's only seen John Brady again, who lives in upstate New York.

Rosie dials Kenny's number next, hopes he's fast enough before Harry catches him. While he's getting put through, he swaps out the record for Duke Ellington and flops down into his armchair for his chat with Kenny.

Kenny's slow Arkansas drawl is as pronounced as it ever was over the phone, and fondness wells up inside Rosie at the honest joy in Kenny's voice when he tells him the news.

"No way! I can't believe you're going back so soon. And by ship, too. You don't think they'd let you fly a plane over there? Would be a lot faster than the ship, I'll tell you that."

"At least it's a cruise line and not one of the crew ships." Rosie laughs. Kenny had told him and the other pilots all about the cramped quarters on the ships bringing the ground crews and other personnel to England.

"Yeah, pays off to be a fancy lawyer and all I guess" Kenny teases, and Rosie can't contain his smile as he rebuffs it with a mild "hey now".

They talk for the better part of an hour, until Ken gets called for lunch by his mother.

"Harry's gonna call you later, I think." Rosie says before they hang up. Ella Fitzgerald has gone quiet on his record player, and he feels his stomach grumble. On a whim, he decides to go out for lunch. It's too fine a day to spend it inside, so he slips on his coat and makes his way back out the door.

For late October, it's unusually warm, and he makes his way through the park to get to his favorite lunch spot, a small Italian restaurant just off the main street. He passes a group of buskers playing at the exit of the park, and he decides to stay a while, finds a bench to sit and listen for a spell.

He leans his head back and looks up at the blue sky as he listens to the music drift by. The band has a saxophone player, and Rosie's reminded of John Brady again.

It's a friendship Rosie hadn't expected. He had not gotten to know Brady very well back in England before he went down over Germany. It had been Harry who had told Rosie that Brady was going to see shows in New York City from time to time. Harry had told him, at length, what a talented saxophone player Brady was, and how surely he and Rosie would get along like a house on fire considering their shared interest in music.

"You know I won't be able to make it to Minton's for a while yet, so I know you're in need of a jazz buddy. Go meet him for one of the shows he goes to, I'll call to give him a heads up."

The venue had been small, when Rosie finally went, but the music was fantastic. John Brady had kept up a running commentary on each musician, music instrument and patron, and Rosie had to stifle his laughter in his hand more than once at Brady's astute observations.

By the end, after the fifth encore, the concert had turned into an impromptu jam session, the musicians riffing off of each other and pushing each further and further. Rosie and Brady had both danced and laughed more than they had for ages before.

The next time Brady was in town, he called Rosie up beforehand to tell him to come along, and it became a habit after that. They often had drinks together until late into the night, relishing the opportunity to talk to someone who understood, without many words, what they had seen and what they brought back.

The buskers take a break, and Rosie's pulled back into the present. His stomach growls, so he rummages for some quarters in his pockets to drop them into the hat the singer is walking around with, and he thanks him with a smile and a nod.

As he walks away towards the restaurant, the saxophonist picks up another tune, and Rosie has to pull himself together to not break out into a little dance. Life is good today.

Kenny

Being back home on the farm still feels surreal sometimes. Kenny still wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, woken by the unshakeable feeling that lives would be lost if he didn't get up right now, get to work on the planes, get them ready for the day's mission.

He doesn't always manage to go back to sleep, too often caught up in the memories of waiting, waiting for crews and planes that would maybe never return.

It's a good thing there's always work to be done on the farm - chicken to feed, fences to mend or machines to repair, and the work helps to return back to the present, focus on his hands instead of getting lost inside his own head.

It also helps that he's been staying in touch with the guys, at least a phone call a week. He hears from Bucky, Harry and Rosie the most, but he has a letter from Crank waiting for his answer and a postcard from Jack, sunburnt at the Grand Canyon, hanging on the fridge.

Rosie's sent him some music recommendations too, and although Kenny's not much for Jazz usually, he can admit that the slow tones of Baby Face Willette's music can be soothing when he's too wound up.

His mother fusses over him like she always has, and he knows his father checks in on him each night after he goes to bed, knows he sometimes lingers at the door if he thinks Kenny's sleeping. It's good to be back home, he thinks, but he still misses the guys.

He sometimes marvels at how despite all the bad things that happened, the war has left him with friends he would never have met otherwise.

And to think, he marvels as he hangs up the phone after Rosie's call, he even knows one of the lawyers who'll bring Germany's highest remaining Generals to justice.

It doesn't take an hour until the phone rings again. It's Harry, of course.

"You heard?" He says as a greeting, and Kenny confirms with a hum, unable to suppress a grin. They both know Harry already has a whole plan formed, and Kenny considers getting a pen and a piece of paper to take notes when Harry launches into telling him what he's thinking of.

The plan doesn't sound half bad, Kenny has to admit. A reunion party for the 100th in the beginning of December, combined with a send-off for Rosie. Only, and Kenny feels almost bad to bring it up, they don't have a venue, and the whole thing's just over a month away.

"You have a point of course, but you're in luck. I just happen to know a highly decorated Air Corps Major who loves a good party and knows some people in high places. And more importantly, I know a charming young aircraft mechanic who happens to be his favorite."

It takes a moment to sink in, and then Kenny groans.

"That's your plan? You're making me call John Egan and hope he'll get us a place to set up the reunion? You sure your fatherly hormones haven't cooked your brain?"

"It's worth a try, at least."

"And you want me to call him?"

"Come on now, I know you two talk all the time. You know more air force gossip than half of the intelligence officers."

"Yeah, but that's just because Bucky's responsible for most of it", Kenny snorts.

"So you'll talk to him? I'll call Brady in the meantime, ask if he'll sort out the music for us."

"And all the other guys, make sure they'll come, right?"

"You bet. Tell Bucky to call Buck though, I'm sure they're on the phone with each other every day anyway. And call your boys too, give them the heads up."

John Brady

"Johnny, it's for you! Harry again", Johnny's mother calls from downstairs. Johnny lowers the saxophone from where he had just lifted it from his case, and makes his way downstairs.

His mother's hair is slowly turning gray, he notices. Mrs. Brady has always been a force of nature, her brown hair always bound back tightly, but the war had left unmistakable traces on her. She squeezes his shoulder when she hands over the phone and retreats to the kitchen, her steps slow and careful.

"Harry, what a surprise. I was expecting your call next week at the earliest. You miss me?"

"You know I do, Captain." Harry says warmly, and Johnny's lips curve into a little smile. Harry's not been his navigator for years now, in fact outranks him now, but he figures some habits were hard to kick.

"I've got a mission for you, Johnny, if you're willing. Listen, I'm not sure if Rosie told you already, but…"

"It's a little short notice, Harry, but I'll see what I can do", Johnny promises once Harry's explained everything. "I'll call Waterbury, see if we can get the Century Bombers together. I've missed playing with them, and I hear they made quite the name for themselves."

"I knew I could count on you. Listen, Lewis says to make sure you play some Artie Shaw, at least the Chant. I think it has some kind of special meaning to their crew. You think you could make that work?"

"I'll give it a try, at least." Johnny says.

After the call finishes, he returns to his saxophone. Before the war, music had been his whole life, and he'd always dreamed of becoming a bigshot musician one day, play in a big band and eventually as a solo artist. Now, he can't fathom the thought of travelling across the country, sleeping in a new bed each night, or in cramped tour buses.

No, he's glad to be home, and although he's not quite sure what he'll do with his life quite yet, he knows these dreams would remain firmly in the past. It'll be good to get together with the guys again, and play together, too.

He picks up the saxophone. Back in Stalag Luft, there had been some old instruments, and if he's being honest, it's probably what got him through. He remembers playing for the guys, his fingers frozen stiff, to take their minds off the letters that hadn't arrived for weeks, the news from outside that were so hard to get by, and the hunger that was a constant companion.

The movement of his fingers is familiar as they wander across the brass keys, and his mind clears as he focuses on his breathing. It's a song he's played a hundred times, back when he was playing in one of Bunny Berigan's bands from time to time. He had transcribed it from memory, back in the camp, to teach it to the others, had worked out the entire arrangement so it made sense with the instruments available to them.

There had been little else to do, for months sometimes, and he used to fill the long hours with trying to arrange more songs to play, let the other guys in his hut suggest songs. He pretended not to notice the way Bucky's eyes shone when he first played Blue Skies.

Hambone had requested Idaho from him, and they had howled with laughter at his attempts to sing the melody so Johnny could try and figure it out on the saxophone, and for an entire evening, they had not managed one decent note between them. They had figured it out finally, and Johnny transitions smoothly into the song and remembers Hambone told him it reminded him of home.

Rosie

The first thing Rosie hears is when he steps into the hotel lobby are the notes of Duke Ellington's G.I. Jive playing. He raises an eyebrow at Harry and Kenny, who came to pick him up at his apartment, and they answer with matching grins of excitement.

"I can't believe you pulled this off" Rosie says as he looks around the lobby. It's not the Ritz, but it's not shabby either, the understated but elegant decor speaking of a clientele used to luxury.

Before he can continue, John Egan steps into the Lobby. "There he is" he bellows, "man of the hour!", and he claps Rosie on the back.

"It's Bucky who got the location for us" Kenny says. "But he won't tell me how he did it."

Bucky laughs uproariously.

"Just because you'll tattle to Buck, and then I'll never hear the end of it."

"We won't tell him a thing, cross my heart" Kenny says and looks pleadingly at Bucky, who pretends for a moment longer and then folds with a put-upon sigh.

"Oh well, if you insist…" he leans closer, conspiratorially.

"So, there's this Colonel at my base, we go out for drinks sometimes. Family's loaded, owns a few hotels. Great leader, mediocre pilot but wouldn't admit to it. I dared him to buzz the tower on our next maneuver, see who could get closer. Wanted to do that one for ages. He didn't even get close."

"You didn't get into trouble?"

"We were the two highest ranking officers at the maneuver, Kenny. Anyway, I told the guys it's a learning opportunity. I'm sure they're still trying to figure out what they learned, but hey, it got us this place."

"And why can't we tell Buck? He would have done the same."

"Can't tell him I stole his move, can I?" Bucky laughs and they roll their eyes at him.

"Ready, fellas?" Bucky asks then, and before Rosie can ask, Kenny and Harry take him by the elbows.

"Eyes closed, Rosie, it's a surprise."

Rosie dutifully closes his eyes and lets himself be led into the hotel's ballroom. As they step through the door, Glenn Miller's in the mood starts playing, and Rosie can feel a smile breaking out on his face.

"Surprise!"

When Rosie opens his eyes, he can't help breaking out into a laugh. The whole room is decorated like the bar back at base in Thorpe Abbots, decals of planes on each wall, and a large one on the wall behind where the band is playing.

There's a banner hung a little lopsidedly, reading "Stick it to them" in large letters. Most importantly, however, everyone, including the women present, are wearing fake mustaches. When Rosie turns to the side, he sees Harry, Kenny and Bucky have put on some, too.

He doubles over, has to steady himself on his own knees so he won't fall over laughing, and he can hear the others join him.

"Welcome to your big send-off, Rosie" Harry finally says once they've quieted down a little. "We're all rooting for you."

"Yeah, get these sons-of-bitches, Rosie!", someone calls out, and then Pappy comes up to wrap him in a hug. It breaks the spell, and the guys all rush in, laughing and shouting over each other, while the band keeps playing.

The End

Tracklist: The Chant - Artie Shaw I Let a Song Go Out Of My Heart - Duke Ellington Sometimes I'm Happy - Al Casey Sextet Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman At Last - Baby Face Willette I Can't Get Started - Bunny Berigan Blue Skies - Ella Fitzgerald Idaho - Alvino Ray G.I. Jive - Duke Ellington In the Mood - Glenn Miller

[journey-to-the-attic]

thought i'd share this section from a thing i initially started writing for april fools but didn't finish in time, since i just found it in my drafts for the first time since

[signorpaolinopaperino]

X Mickey 17-3: Invisible Bond

We've got to go back before we can go forward! XM introduced an antagonist in a side story who has made a couple reappearances in main stories. Even when the comics were being officially translated, these side stories were never published in English! So here's the story that character—Snobbs—was first introduced in. He plays a main role in XM 26-1 and XM 29-1!

Mickey attempts to travel to the Impossible for an explanation after Pipwolf leaves him high and dry with a new Guide.

Read/Download this issue:

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Written by Teresa Radice Art by Stefano Turconi

InDucks I XM 17-3

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

WIP Title Ask Game

I was tagged by @boleynecklace (thank you!!)

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Moulin Rouge!:

Too small to remember/too precious to forget

t4t

don't

"Come with me, to the stars!"

moments of tenderness

oral fixation

Hadestown time loop

Pregnancy/kid!fic

safe

in her sleep

nightmares

non-binary Satine

Phone sex line

Coffee Shop AU

Fairy tale doesn't work

Broken mirror

Cat

Map of her

Theatre AU

Elevator - piano teacher and porn star

memento mori

Lush

5 moments when it wasn't safe to be himself (and 5 when it was)

Next Time Around

BtVS:

Fuffy s3 haircut

Fuffy Killed by Death

Fuffy Fairy Tale

Transmasc Buffy/Faith gonna be my Spring Awakening

BuffyAnya and BuffyJenny

ASOUE:

1. Quigley + Sunny

2. Klaus goes to book 5 alone

3. Trading places

I am tagging @falsestardust @juanabaloo @ashleyslorens @twelverriver @gingerpeachtea @franniebridgertons @ven10 @all-seeing-ifer @quillbard @coraniaid @jennycalendar @explosionshark and anyone else who wants to play!

[Sorry BtVS and ASOUE fans, all I really wanna talk about rn is MR! so while I do have more WIP's than that, I just grabbed you a couple. You don't have to send me an ask if you don't care about MR! mostly I was just tagging you so you can play the game if wanted!]

[tieflingbi]

question to my veilguard enjoyers (?) what is the "rook" referencing anyways? like the chess piece?

[electricea]

also this was at one time the thumbnail of an actual roblox game

[lesbian-hannibal]

little bit of ekphrastic poetry based on the art piece 'Woman with Dead Child' by Käthe Kollwitz.

[likethexan]

Was watching a documentary where the protagonist described the two guys around her as “her sleuth” (guy helping her in her investigation) and “her rock” (her loving husband)

And my first thought was: Helen with Odysseus and Menelaus

[linagram]

[ 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚒'𝚜 𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝙳 ] 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢

the man himself!! i feel like kei's vd and mv are a little bit underwhelming compared to what the second pair had, but it was kinda intentional in a way. like yeah, he's fun and cool and already had a very dark past before milgram, but also.. he's just a guy. a very scared one too.

Warnings for Kei's VD: heavy implications of physical torture.

Warnings for Kei's MV: toxic relationship dynamics, violence and physical torture.

(sounds of footsteps)

Miki: So.. It's Kei-san's turn now.

Miki: "If Eiji-san doesn't join us now.. I don't think he will join us at all."

Hinode: He's.. quite an interesting prisoner, isn't he?

Hinode: I'm not sure if I should be scared or excited about being able to talk to him in person. 

Miki: But you have talked to each other even before this interrogation..

Hinode: Well, yes, but we haven't really talked about his crime, you know?

Hinode: In fact.. He really doesn't like to talk about his crime. Wonder why..

(the door opens)

Kei: Oh, you two are finally here! Hiiiii~

Kei: *sighs* It's so sad that my poor little brother is still not here with you.. But oh well, guess I can't do anything about that.

Miki: Um, Kei-san, this might be a weird question, but..

Miki: Are you sure you don't know anything about Eiji-san? Like.. Maybe you know where he is now? 

Miki: Or.. If he's even alive.

Kei: ...

Kei: Miki, sweetie, could you please not joke about that? 

Miki: T-this wasn't supposed to be a joke-

Kei: I'm sure Eiji is still alive! I mean.. He has to be alive.

Miki: But.. What if he's not? What if something happened to him? What if Milgram sees him as a failure now?..

Kei: Hm...

Kei: Well.. I'll just kill everyone here probably then. 

Miki and Hinode: ...

Kei: Hey, come on, you could've at least pretended to act more shocked!

Miki: Sorry. We already had two prisoners say that they will either kill everyone here or just kill Eiji-san, so.. 

Miki: You're not really that original.

Kei: .. Someone is planning to kill Eiji?

Miki: A-anyway, we're not here to talk about that. 

Miki: Kei-san.. Are you feeling better now that you've been voted innocent?

Kei: .. Ah, haha, yeah.. I'm definitely feeliing better now.

Kei: My body doesn't hurt as much anymore, there's a possibility that my eye injury will get better, I got this cool new outfit.. Yeah, life is going great.

Miki: I see.. That's good to hear.

Kei: But still.. I'm just a little curious about something.

Kei: So like.. Why innocent? Why have you changed your mind so suddenly?

Kei: Is it because of my video or something? Hey, can I watch it-

Miki: W-we still don't know if the prisoners can watch their videos and if they're allowed to do so.

Miki: But.. Your second video showed that your murder went.. Not like we expected.

Kei: .. What is that supposed to mean-

Hinode: It's like.. I'd say you looked more like a victim there, Kei-san.

Kei:!

Hinode: It's like, if we didn't know you're one of the prisoners, we'd probably think you were the one who got killed.

Miki: It.. really was painful to watch.

Miki: "I wonder what would Eiji-san think if he watched this video with us.."

Kei: .. I-I see, haha.. So, what do you think about my murder now? Have you like, figured it out yet?

Miki: Kei-san.. Why can't you just tell us about it?

Kei: Huh?

Miki: Some of the other prisoners are completely okay with talking about their crime, like Chiba-san or Yoshioka-san. Some of them refuse to tell us anything because they believe they were in the right and don't see it as a crime, like Maruyama-san. Some of them don't want to tell us anything because they possibly feel guilty or ashamed, like Yano-san. 

Miki: So I just want to know.. Which one of these are you? You're definitely not the first one, so..

Miki: And something is telling me you're the third type.

Kei: .. A-are you sure you're allowed to just talk about other prisoners and their crimes like that, haha-

Miki: Sorry, Kei-san, but I'm the guard here. And I believe I am allowed to do that.

Kei: Woah~ Haha, okay, okay, Guard 002-san, I won't ask any dumb questions anymore.

Miki: So.. Why don't you just tell us already? We know that you had five victims. All of them were women. They were somehow connected to your friends.

Miki: We already know all of that, so why don't you just confess already?!

Kei: ...

Hinode: Kei-san, is it okay for me to assume that you haven't killed them because of.. I don't know, you being sadistic or cruel or wanting to see them in pain?

Kei: .. Well.. 

Kei: *laughs* I don't know. I could tell you everything, but.. 

Kei: .. The truth is kinda lame, honestly. 

Miki: There you go. You're trying to avoid this topic again.

Miki: What are you so afraid of, Kei-san? Who cares if the truth is "lame"? Do you think we'll make fun of you or something?..

Kei: .. I don't know, Miki. I don't know. *laughs*

Kei: It's like.. All prisoners here are so cool. Like, you look at them and think "Wow.. Just what could have possibly made them commit murder"?

Kei: I'm pretty close with some of them, so I know some stuff about their crimes and it's like.. They're so scary, but also so cool.. Especially considering that some of them had love as their main motivation.

Kei: .. And I'm.. not like that at all, haha.

Hinode: I think you having five victims already makes your murder one of the scariest ones, if it makes you feel any better.

Kei: Hmm.. Well, my motive kinda sucks. 

Kei: And like.. How I did it. 

Kei: T-to be honest, sometimes I just.. Sometimes I'm not even sure if I was the one who murdered them.

Miki: What?

Kei: B-but never mind, haha.. So, uh, I guess I should tell you something, right?

Kei: So, like..  What do you even want to know?

(sounds of Miki standing up and putting her hands on the table)

Miki: Everything. Tell us everything.

Hinode: Miki-san, I think we should be more specific.

Hinode: For example.. Your motive, Kei-san. Why did you kill those women?

Kei: .. Well..

Kei: Ah, how about we turn this into a game? Come on, guys, try to guess why I killed them!

Miki: Ugh.. I-I don't know, maybe because of jealousy or something? 

Kei: You think I wanted to date all of them?

Miki: Again, I said that I don't know!

Hinode: They found out something they weren't supposed to?

Kei: ...

Kei: Haha.. Wow, looks like we have a winner here~ I'll give you the prize later.

Kei: But like.. How did you-

Hinode: I just guessed, but also.. There was this scene in your video where one of the women found some photographs and..

Hinode: You got really nervous after that.

Kei: .. Ahaha.. You even saw that too?

Miki: What was on those photographs? 

Miki: "It really must've been something truly terrifying to make even Kei-san feel that way.."

Kei: Oh, just some people getting tortured. Like, their fingers being cut off or them losing their eyes or-

Miki: .. But we already knew that you, um..

Miki: Well, took pictures of those people.

Kei: That's because I've told you about it. I'm literally in a prison now, like who cares if I have a job like that, all prisoners here are literally murderers, like who cares!

Kei: But outside Milgram.. life is much harder for someone like me.

Kei: So, like.. I've never told anyone about it except my family. Because, well, it's still a crime, obviously, and I have a reputation to protect.

Kei: Like, imagine if a guy who took photographs for your favorite fashion magazine turned out to be also doing something like that. People would go wild and not in a good way.

Miki: So.. You killed them only because of that?

Miki: "I don't want to say it's lame, but.. I really expected more from his crime.."

Kei: No, no, it doesn't stop there.

Kei: So, um.. They didn't just get scared or something. They were sure I would do the same to them and that's why I invited them to my house.

Miki: Oh..

Kei: No, no, don't get me wrong, I really was going to kill them anyway. Like, I really did invite them just to kill them.

Miki: "Never mind, he's still bad."

Hinode: But.. Why? Why did you plan to kill them?

Kei: That's a story for another time. Who knows, maybe you'll see it in my video.

Kei: And, um.. They kinda.. Tried to defend themselves.

Kei: And they, uh.. Got a bit too.. How do I say it?.. Like, girls really did not have to do all that, haha.

Miki: This.. might be a strange theory, but..

Miki: Kei-san, have they also tried to torture you? You know.. Like maybe they wanted to get back at you? Maybe they wanted you to feel the same pain?

Miki: I'm assuming that would be quite easy for them to do, since, you know..

Miki: You'd have to deal with five angry and scared women all alone.

Kei:  ...

Kei: T-they..

(sounds of Kei struggling to breathe and talk)

Miki: Kei-san, is everything okay?!

Hinode: Looks like you were right, Miki-san.

Miki: B-but how do we help him?!

(sounds of Miki quickly walking up to Kei and something falling on the floor)

Hinode: Ah, Miki-san, you should be more careful.

(sounds of Hinode standing up)

Miki: Huh? D-did I drop something-

Hinode: No, it's okay, I'll get it.

Hinode: It's the memory machine-

Hinode: Huh?

(sounds of something being crushed)

Miki: ...

Hinode: ...

Kei: Oh, actually, I suddenly feel much better now.

Miki: Kei-san..

Miki: .. Did you just step on the memory machine and-

Kei: It's much smaller than I imagined it to be. And breaks so easily too..

Miki: .. What have you done?

(sound of a screen being turned on)

Eiji: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!

Hinode: Wait, is that-

Miki: EIJI-SAN?!

Kei: Told you, obviously he's still alive. So good to finally see you, little brother~

Eiji: KEI, I WILL RIP YOUR ORGANS OUT WHEN WE GET TO TALK IN PERSON, JUST YOU WAIT!

Hinode: Wait, wait, let's calm down here. Eiji-san, what is going on? Did Kei-san do something wrong?

Hinode: Well, not counting him breaking the memory machine..

Eiji: Oh, he definitely did something wrong. 

Eiji: Kei, just a quick little question.

Eiji: What did you do to the cameras? I can no longer see anyone or anything. It's all just black screens. 

Eiji: And I clearly remember seeing you before the cameras started acting weird. 

Eiji: It's like you were just.. standing there. Waiting for something or someone.

Kei: Hmm, but what if it wasn't me, Eiji? Also, I'm sure Milgram would have its cameras hidden from the prisoners, so..

Eiji: How about you ask another prisoner about it? You know, the one you're particularly close with.

Eiji: Also, don't act like you haven't done the same thing before. Just some black spray paint would do the trick.

Kei: .. Haha..

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Hinode: It's time, Miki-san. And, uh, Eiji-san.

Hinode: We should have expected you to show up for your brother's interrogation, haha.

Eiji: Shut up. 

Kei: So, you're going to watch the third video already, huh?

Kei: Well, I'm ready. But also, please make sure to watch it closely, okay?

Kei: Because I'm not planning to talk about my crime ever again.

Hinode: We will try our best, Kei-san.

Hinode: Admitting that you became a victim of torture yourself must be quite hard for someone like you.

Kei: .. Hey, Hinode, please don't forget to come to my cell and take the prize I promised, okay?

Hinode: Haha, don't worry, I won't. I'm sure you will prepare something amazing for me.

Eiji: You really saw a guard that wasn't your brother or a highschooler and decided to immediately take your chance, huh?

Hinode: What's that supposed to mean, Eiji-san?

Kei: Don't think too much about it-

Miki: WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!

Miki: THE MEMORY MACHINE IS BROKEN, THE CAMERAS ARE BROKEN, WE STILL DON'T KNOW THAT MUCH ABOUT THIS GUY'S CRIME AND HE'S REFUSING TO TELL US MORE AND IT'S THE LAST TRIAL! 

Miki: KEI-SAN! STOP GIVING HINODE-SAN THAT LOOK AND TURN BACK TO ME RIGHT NOW!

Kei: .. Power trip is hitting you hard, Miki.

Miki: Nobody asked.

Miki: Prisoner 005, Kei, sing all of your sins!

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[ Kei's Trial 3 MV: Love=Pain ]

It looks like Kei is getting ready for a photo shoot. He still has his pink sunglasses, but he's mostly wearing purple and he has this creepy and suspicious smile on his face. The door opens and his model finally walks in. 

"Well, hello there, nice to meet you

The most beautiful piece of art I've ever seen

Come on, don't feel jealous, I only have eyes for you

So like, can we get started already?"

The model turns out to be Kei as well and this Kei is mostly wearing blue and he doesn't look thrilled to be here. He doesn't like the way the photographer!Kei is staring at him, but he just sighs and gets ready to pose.

Suddenly, we see model!Kei wearing a surprisingly casual and even "normal" outfit (not counting the fact that he has an anime girl print on his hoodie) and he looks very anxious and he keeps looking away. Photographer!Kei rolls his eyes, looking annoyed. Model!Kei is wearing a beautiful black dress and a black hat now and he looks much more confident now and he even winks at Photographer!Kei. The latter, however, looks terrified and he shakes his head. 

"So what do you want me to do? What do you want me to be?

I can be someone who will give you all the love you need and more

I can be someone who will turn your life into an even bigger mess

So what do you want? What do you need? Give me a sign"

Model!Kei sighs again. Photographer!Kei asks someone to come closer and that someone turns out to be Ruka. Ruka listens to photographer!Kei, nods and walks to model!Kei. Model!Kei is visibly sweating and seems to be very nervous, meanwhile Ruka still looks emotionless.

"Ah, I understand now, my love is nothing but a show

My love is supposed to be all soft and cute and "acceptable"

When will it be okay for me to show how IMPERFECT my love is?

When will they finally see my existence as "acceptable"?"

We see photographer!Kei taking pictures of Ruka sitting on model!Kei's lap, model!Kei hugging him, them talking about something, laughing and overall having fun. However, photographer!Kei doesn't look satisfied and he looks model!Kei in the eyes. Model!Kei realizes something and he slowly nods and gets up. 

"My love means nothing, if it doesn't make you cry

I don't want the kind of love that doesn't hurt me

"Play it safe"? Nah, that's not for me

Now can I get praised for being everyone's PERFECT lover?"

Now, we see model!Kei torturing and hurting Ruka in various ways. At first it doesn't look that bad, in some pictures he's just cutting his hair, but eventually it gets worse and model!Kei starts beating him, choking him and breaking his arms. Photographer!Kei is having much more fun now and he seems to really like these pictures. Model!Kei looks very uncomfortable, but then Ruka walks up to him and gives him a genuine smile for a moment. Model!Kei calms down, smiles back and continues to work.

"I am so much more than this

More than my works, my image, my reputation

You're in pain? Well, I'm in pain too

So can we at least suffer together, please?"

In the middle of it, model!Kei suddenly falls on top of Ruka and he looks worried at first and he tries to apologize, but Ruka doesn't seem to mind and simply pokes model!Kei's cheek. Model!Kei laughs and Ruka smiles again, but when model!Kei turns to photographer!Kei, his face expression immediately changes to a shocked one as he sees that it's not Kei who is taking pictures of them now, but his friends. His friends look really scared and model!Kei gets up and tries to explain the situation, but it's too late and some of his friends run away, some of them look at him with a disappointed expression and some of them punch him, slap him and they overall seem to be more angry rather than scared.

"Come on, why would you betray me like this?

You're the only thing that's stopping my life from being PERFECT

So like, love me, love me, love me, please!

I can still be your beautiful mess, just give me a chance!"

We see model!Kei lying on the floor. The room is completely empty and Ruka is gone. The door opens and model!Kei looks hopeful for a second, but then he sees that it's not Ruka or his friends or photographer!Kei. 

It's his friends' girlfriends.

They start to take pictures of him too and now those pictures show model!Kei getting tortured in the exact same ways he tortured Ruka, but we can't see who exactly is doing that to him. Almost all women look emotionless about it and have rather serious expressions, but one of them is looking away, showing that she doesn't approve what they're doing and she doesn't want to join them. 

"This is it, this is my punishment

The hunter became the prey or at least that's what they say

But my love means nothing if it doesn't make me cry

So I'll cry, I'll cry a lot, just say that you love me too, alright?"

The pictures start to get more and more blurry until it's hard to say if it's even Kei who is getting tortured. Finally, one of the pictures shows a woman getting smothered with a pillow. The next one shows a woman getting choked with a rope. The third one shows a woman covered in knife wounds. The fourth one shows a woman lying on the floor with many glass shards around her. 

We can see someone showing the fifth picture to model!Kei and we can't see what's going on in the picture, but the picture seems to be wet, like it fell in the water. 

"You did it, you did this for me

Your love means everything to me now

Oh no, oh no, I'm in so much pain

So like, can you kiss it better or something?"

Someone is still taking pictures of model!Kei as he's looking at it and then he drops it, smiles as more and more pictures get taken and suddenly pulls out a gun. The last picture shows nothing but blood on the wall that is the same image color as Kei's. 

"Actually don't, I kinda like it"

The video ends.

[kokoskwark]

WIP game! thanks for the tag @jeonghoneyss <333

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I only have one wip but the document title is:

62 F HJB dance partners seungjin

I will tag @lumineescente if she wants to and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it can say I tagged them!! <3 (don't be shy really!!)

[lavenderleahy]

WIP title game

Tagged by @herrmannhalsteadproduction @bidisasterevankinard my beloveds 💜

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Bucktommy fics:

Night terror

Date night

Destiel fics:

5 + 1 memory loss

Destiel first kiss in a pizza vending machine

Suptober days 15-17 & 19-20

No pressure tags: @evanbi-ckley @buddiekinard @thatmexisaurusrex @marvelousbuckley @cliophilyra

[smittenskitten]

Me in my rebirth/transmigration era stumbled on September Flowing Fire

I was very conflicted with do I read their books or not.....

And then I did

[six-improbable-things]

Behold, a playlist titled "songs to offend your grandparents with". I plan on subtly queuing it up after the songs I'm choosing for my mom in the car next week, and seeing what my grandparents have to say, askdjaskdj.