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paradoxcase · 6 months ago

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Gideon the Ninth audiobook, through to the end of Chapter 31

Cytherea is described as having "biscuit-colored curls" which I kind passed over the first time I was reading. She's described elsewhere as having light brown hair; American biscuits aren't any kind of brown, if they're made right, but Muir isn't American, either. In Britain, it's my understanding that "biscuit" refers to any hard flat cookie with a stamped design, but those come in all sorts of colors. Does "biscuit" mean a secret third thing in New Zealand?

Gideon says "it's stupid for a cavalier to watch their necromancer die" which I think sort of foreshadows Gideon rejecting Harrow's instruction to survive her

Gideon asks Cytherea why she came to Canaan House in the first place, and I feel like Cytherea's answer is about when she came the first time, nearly 10,000 years ago? She talks about how the Seventh wanted her to die beautifully and she though the Emperor had her best interests more at heart than they did

She says: "If they could figure out how to stop you when you're mostly cancer and just a little bit woman, they would" about the Seventh, but that's exactly what John did to her, isn't it?

And then: "I'll probably live forever, worse luck, whatever happened to One Flesh, One End?"

Palamedes pronounces "golem" exactly like "Gollum" and that amuses me

Harrow thought the secret to Lyctorhood was a secret power source in Canaan House they were supposed to discover - I guess to the extent that the consumed cavalier's soul is a power source, she wasn't exactly wrong

Camilla: "The last thing the Warden needs is an introduction to Lady Septimus" - pretty funny in retrospect

Palamedes after Harrow removes the plug Cytherea put on the Seventh lab's keyhole: "Did you hide the last key, too?" He was right about that

Colum is described as having a "perpetually scratchy voice" which I missed the first time, but it does match up with his voice here

Mayonnaise Uncle thinks Gideon's red hair might have come from the Third, which is I guess some extra information about the distribution of phenotypes in the Empire, but the only other redheaded House character we know of is G1deon (I almost wrote "Pyrrha") (who, ironically, is not biologically related to Gideon Nav unless he was like John's cousin or something). Mercy had "pink" hair, but I don't know if that means like, strawberry blond, or like, literally dyed pink. I guess it's been 10,000 years, so things might be a bit different now

Colum: "The next time we meet, I think it's likely one of us will die." Well, it wasn't the next time they met, since they both showed up to hear Cytherea tell a very fake story about why Protesilaus was already dead just after this, but I think it's the next time they are both in the same room together than Colum dies, so, yeah

Teacher says something about a "poor child" and Gideon doesn't know who he's referring to and I don't either even on the second readthrough. I guess it's possible that he's just talking nonsense, because he's a weird construct, but he's been saying things that consistently make sense in the current context throughout the whole book, so I don't really buy that

The scene where Corona is practicing with a sword and challenging Gideon to a duel feels kind of like she's anticipating being left behind by Ianthe and is trying to lean into the idea of becoming a cavalier after this, since she can't pretend to be a necromancer without Ianthe. We know from the Fourth teens that Ianthe has been sneaking into all the locked doors and reading the theorems at this point

When Naberius comes to collect her, he says "I won't tell her". I guess he means Ianthe?

Is that really how "beatified" is pronounced? I don't think I've ever heard it spoken before. Wiktionary seems to agree that it is

If I had listened to the audiobook first, I definitely would have misheard Gideon talking about "narking" on Harrow as "knocking" and been confused

Palamedes: "All I ask is that you put some pen and flimsy in my cell so I can start my memoirs." Yeah, that's not what you wrote when you were actually confined to the River bubble for months, haha

Narration: Suddenly [Cytherea] seemed impossibly old.

Cytherea claims that John was against soul siphoning. So, the thalergy siphoning that was a fundamental part of Mercy's challenge, and which the Second House uses regularly on enemies, is totally fine and cool, but Mayonnaise Uncle send Colum's soul away temporarily to generate power is wrong. You know, Mayonnaise Uncle is actually a lot more sympathetic on the second readthrough

Mayonnaise Uncle also really had Cytherea's number in this scene and no one listened to him, he was the only one saying that Cytherea was suspicious and everyone else was disgusted by this, including Judith. No wonder he was so sour in Harrow's River bubble

Harrow wants to use Protesilaus' head for necromancy and everyone else is unhappy about this. But this isn't strange for the Nine Houses - the Canaan House skeletons were made from the dead just like the Ninth skeletons were, and just like the Sixth skeletons were in Dr. Sex, not to mention Ianthe's use of Babs' body. Like, if we are going to start complaining about the desecration of dead bodies now, I think that starts to call into question the entire way that the Nine Houses uses necromancy and has been using it for the past 10,000 years. I'm not sure any of the other necromancers really have that high ground

Palamedes says Cytherea only has days left to live, she definitely giggles at that

In the pool scene, Harrow says that the calculations for the deaths of the 200 children were very precise, and that the babies contributed the most thanergy. Now I'm wondering if Gideon failing to die might have messed up those careful calculations in some way? Obviously Harrow was still born a powerful necromancer, and it still worked overall, but now I'm curious

Harrow about John's blood ward: "I knew it had to open for me" because she was the descendant of Anastasia. She never questioned that there might have been some other reason it opened

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth

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monarchtonone · 7 months ago

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@keeper-of-magic @restart-the-cycle

Lucky came back with some . . . distressing news, to say the least. As I requested, he asked Iron about the lizard Cycles sent and the Rainmaker (he did warn what would happen if it died)

Again, Lucky wrote out a transcript for us, since Iron is still refusing to answer broadcasts. At this rate, I may have to use my seniority and force him to answer, especially after this.

-Begin Transcript-

NDI: You again?

LE: Me again. Look, something's up with the things we sent to you. Cycles is concerned with her lizard and Keeper has an explosive failsafe if the Rainmaker dies.

NDI: I knew there was something off about it. I still don't want it leaving. It's far too interesting.

LE: You can't keep it forever. Anyway, that's besides the point. What happened? I see the lizard is gone now.

NDI: Yes, but it was well worth it. Though I am short again.

LE: Short on what? I swear, if you send out another fake water broadcast I'll have all of my scavengers stab you to death.

NDI: Don't be so violent. But, you have scavengers? May I have one?

LE: Absolutely not! These are my best guys!

The transcript cuts off here, but there's more. It just says 'Drops proceeded to argue about me giving him a scavenger for nearly half a cycle'. Wow.

NDI: If you won't give me a scavenger, can you fetch me a random lizard?

LE: Sure. You, Pearl, go get it.

NDI: Thank you. Now, about the other things . . . their fates were beyond my control, I'm afraid.

LE: You admitted to keeping the Rainmaker here. So here's what going to happen. You're going to be crystal clear about what's happening here, or you're going to find void fluid at the base of your legs.

NDI: Yeesh, fine. See, I'm rather curious about creatures. Especially ones outside my region. Looking at the way they work, their unique bodies and organs, the structure . . . it's all so very fascinating.

LE: So why the fake water call?

NDI: Well, creatures were coming in slow. I was getting frustrated and bored. I knew that would be responded to with urgency, but I wasn't expecting chaos. I didn't know something actually happened, I've been intentionally cut off ever since the mass ascensions!

LE: I see. Well, stop dissecting stuff. It's weird. Is that what-

NDI: Yes. The lizard was an interesting case. I suspect it has some slugcat in it, but I'm not sure what lizard was the base. Maybe a Strawberry or a Caramel. It was rather sweet.

NDI: Sweet-smelling, of course. And moist. Sweet, stale water.

LE: You're not dissecting any of my scavengers. Speaking of, Pearl's back. Here's your lizard.

NDI: Ah, thank you! . . . A white one. Disappointing.

LE: I can take it back.

NDI: No, no, it's fine! You can go now. Since dissections weird you out.

LE: Works for me. Just . . . don't dissect the Rainmaker.

NDI: Like I said, something was off about it anyway. I've just been watching it, wondering what's on the inside . . .

LE: Until Monarch sends me to check on you again, Drops. Really, open your communications so I can stop making this trek.

NDI: No. Not yet.

-End Transcript-

. . . So he is dissecting them. That explains why Lucky mentioned a knife collection and bloodstains earlier. Lucky automatically assumed the worst, as he tends to do (I swear his gambling addiction will get us all killed).

At least he knows not to kill the Rainmaker. But I think I'm rightfully mad that he straight-up lied about a lack of water. That's far more serious than just boredom.

#flymonarch #rain world #Things are getting interesting . . . hehe

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justkillingthyme · 8 months ago

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Tell me about the Noah Kahan Layton animatics 👁👁

Smirks. Oh boy get ready for an infodump.

Here’s the sketch (not all of the planned ones just the ones I had thought up on the spot) and the actual thoughts are under the cut and it’s going to be. Long

Not going to go into detail on the plans themselves unless I get asked to about a particular one it’ll just be my thoughts on why it fits. If I don’t have a song from him it’s either that I have an idea that half fits or don’t have it all fleshed out

Stick Season

Northern Attitude

I think Northern Attitude is a Des song

You build a boat, you build a life.

You lose your kids, you lose your wife

And

If you get too close

And I'm not how you hoped

Forgive my northern attitude

Oh, I was raised out in the cold

If the sun don't shine

'Til the summertime

Forgive my northern attitude

Oh, I was raised on little light

Literally him. Left alone in his house at a young age, built himself up. Got his shit together and settled down and had it all ripped away from him.

Come Over

Randall vibes (Stansbury era)

And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it

Oh, the words they went missin' when the stock market crashed

^angelas tears. He doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions, much less other people’s.

Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

Randall on the expedition. His whole thing is that he wants to prove himself. Randall is very much an insecure needing reassurance but covering it up with reckless confidence kid.

New Perspective

Randall vibes but MG era

If I could fly I doubt I'd even do it

I'd probably get high and crash or something stupid

Ironic here. Talking w descole

Gave me your word and now I can't pronounce it

No thing's so sure that I can't learn to doubt it

And the chorus

Ooh, this town is for the record now

The intersection got a Target

And they're calling it downtown

You and all of your new perspective now

Wish I could shut it in a closet

And drag you back down

This is aimed at Henry and the development of Monte D’or. On how it’s so close to Stansbury and Henry profited from his death.

Orange juice

I actually have a page for this one! So good for you for sticking around till here

It’s old but encapsulates more of my idea for the animatic

Henry @ Randall post MM. in this particular one it’s more of a scenario where Randall has left Monte D’or after everything and is back for visiting occasionally.

Feels like I've been ready for you to come home

For so long

That I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone

Why'd you go?

And the verse

See the graves as you pass through, from our crash back in '02

Not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you

Literally the ending of MM. flooded the city with sand.

But it made you a stranger and filled you with anger

Now I'm third in the lineup to your Lord and your Savior

Not sure if it’s visible in the picture but I have lord as Angela and savior as Hershel. He’s always been third place for Randall.

You said my heart has changed and my soul has changed

And my heart, and my heart

That my life has changed, that this town had changed

And you had not

That the world has changed, don't you find it strange

That you just went ahead and carried on?

And here Randall gets a little angry. Henry remains the same no matter how much time has passed. It’s something of a mixture of anger that Henry had moved on without him before but refuses to move on now that Randall has left of his own accord

And Henry responds

Are we all just crows to you now?

Are we all just pulling you down?

You didn't put those bones in the ground

That Randall was the one leaving them.

Strawberry Wine

Layclaire!!! Hershel about Claire after her death. Getting over it

I said, "Love is fast asleep, " on a dirt road

With your head on my shoulder

It’s about the little things. The things they used to do together. The moments that made love real.

Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have

Those things I miss, but know are never comin' back

and for when he sees Claire pass him by

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

And sentimental like a stranger in the park

For a few moments, I see you

and for the chorus. Right person, wrong time. Wrong place. Maybe in a different world

If I was empty space, and you were a formless

Shape, we'd fit

But love leaves little runway, and every time we run

Straight over it

Growing Sideways

Hershel and his habit of self destruction and riding on tea and late night research so he doesn’t have to process any of his trauma. Also could go for Des here

I'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them

But it's a start

hello Leon Bronev

But I ignore things, and I move sideways

Until I forget what I felt in the first place

At the end of the day I know there are worse ways

To stay alive

'Cause everyone's growing and everyone's healthy

I'm terrified that I might never have met me

Oh, if my engine works perfect on empty

I guess I'll drive

Halloween

MM era ranlay, could also work post Stansbury. Could also do layclaire. Hershel pov

I’ll let the lyrics do the explaining. Here’s the chorus

But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in

And the bridges have long since been burned

The ash of the home that I started the fire in

It starts to return to the Earth

I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address

I know that you'll come if you want

It's not Halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as

Sure knows how to haunt, yeah, she knows how to haunt

and the verse

It's an ode to the hole that I found myself stuck in

The song for the grave that I dug

There's a murder of crows in the low light off Boston

And I see your face in each one

I'm losin' myself in the tiniest objects

I'm seein' my life on a screen

I'm hearin' your voice in a strange foreign language

If only I learned how to speak

Hershel blaming himself and being unable to move on

Still

Layclaire <3

Last lyric of verse and then the chorus

Stare up at a starless sky and you say

It’s like I’m still here with you

I don't, I don't, I don't wanna say goodbye

Literally the ending cutscene.

The View Between Villages

Hershel post MM. going home after THAT whole experience. Also could work with visiting Stansbury during college/later

Feel the rush of my blood

I'm seventeen again

I am not scared of death

I've got dreams again

and the last verse

Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge

A minute from home but I feel so far from it

The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin

It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

They got me surrounded for a mile or two

The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel

I'm back between villages and everything's still

Paul Revere

MM. just Hershel in MM.

It's typical, I fear

Folks just disappear

And when they ask me who I am

I'll say I'm not from around here

Dude. I could go on and on about this song because I have something planned for each lyric. It fits so well.

No Complaints

Hershel recovering post attack. Could also set it post UF

I saw the end, it looks just like the middle

Got a paper and pen and a page with no space

End is Claire’s death, middle could work for Randall or Claire’s first death. Paper and pen. Man literally journals.

In love with being noticed and afraid of being seen

But I can finally eat and I can fall asleep

It's fine, fine, fine

I think you guys see me vision. Vaguely gestures at Bill Hawks.

You’re Gonna Go Far

Henry and Angela seeing Randall out of Monte D’or.

Making quiet calculations where the fault lies

Heyyy

So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart

Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are

We ain't angry at you, love

You're the greatest thing we've lost

Alt ending line is we’ll be waiting for you love.

I’m a firm believer that Randall doesn’t stay in Monte D’or post MM

#sorry guys this is only stick season 😭😭😭#and not even every song #only four albums to go 🤞#sketch includes multiple albums tho #tagging all the sketch characters tho #noah kahan #hershel layton #desmond sycamore #jean descole #randall ascot #angela ledore #henry ledore #clive dove #masked gentleman #call me descole the way my handwriting is shit #thketches #thposts #thasks

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lilapxtts · 3 months ago

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*:･ﾟ✧ — plot idea dump *:･ﾟ✧

Readding this with a better tag so if any of these plots/ideas appease you, come to mee.

So, my delusional self and I refuse to accept that all of the Hargreeves perished and died. I have a few ideas/plots/verses i'd love to do. This is absolutely cross-over friendly because of the way it's done. Like this post or better yet, message me so we can get started on one that you like.

Plot 1- The only way to save the world is to split up. A different timeline for each of the Hargreeves. Just for the sake of covering our bases, after taking the funky marigold, and getting their powers back, Five has a talk with himself at the subway, figures it out that they are the issue and goes back in time, because screw reality. He goes back to tell his family that the only way to save each other and the world is to go to a different time line. Well filled with angst and heart break, they all just spread out and separate. --Will they find each other at the end? Maybe figure out a better way? Or will they make sure that their past selves (if applicable) don't screw it up this time? We can discuss more.

Plot 2 -

You know that whole damn gap from 2019 and the 6 years that go by? Well guess what? I'd love to do just do a domestic Lila getting accustomed to pregnancy, being a mom, having children, her own parents, getting to know each of the Hargreeves more over the 6 year time span.

Plot 3-

Lila and Five take everyone to their strawberry farm. This can be talked about because I know we have many who don't like Five x Lila (which is fine, to each their own) so we can discuss the matters there. But they go to the strawberry farm (WITH Ben because they saved him. I don't make the rules) and start over and try to find others there. I mean, at this point what could go wrong?

Plot 4-

Five goes back in time once he finds out what happens because remember when he was able to rewind time in S2 and he saved his family? Well he saves his family again by keeping the Marigold hidden so Ben never spikes their drink and no one even knows it exists and they all live NORMAL lives being both miserable in the lives they live. Because why not have a normal life?

Plot 5- AFTER THE ENDING.... And completely AU here so don't come at me but the 8 Marigold flowers that grow beneath the tree is picked up by wonderful little girl. Let's say ironically, it's picked up by Allison's daughter Claire. She brings those beautiful flowers home and you know that magical little dust that spread from them? Well it is passed around and 8 very fortunate women are hit with the magical dust. They become pregnant the very next day and thus begins the story all over again. This one is like me on crack or something but i'm thinking futuristic-esque vibes.

Plot 6-

Reginald Hargreeves is a normal father who actually chooses these children with love and care and they protect the world as superheroes that are loved by their own father. Can you imagine that? No one has issues because Riggie loved them all. Five got his passion into music, Luther in Geology, Allison in acting, Lila probably music too because she was never stolen from the Handler. She was raised with the Hargreeves, Diego in education, Klaus in music as well, and Viktor exceptionally talented in multiple things.

Plot 7-

Resurrection/reincarnation plot really. She's reborn. She has dreams of her children. Of her family. Of everyone and they're both familiar and unfamiliar. But is she the only one that's reborn? Will she find her family? Will Lila find those that she lost? Will she have her powers? Can she truly help the world in this life?

#wanted plots #plots #tua rp #plot ideas #plot bunny

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kousaka-ayumu · 1 year ago

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"Secrets"

Gingerbrave or Balen have very few secrets, secrets that only Strawberry Cookie or Fragaria and Wizard Cookie or Maldue know about.

In reality, he didn't wanted to go to the Vanilla Kingdom, he just wanted to stay in the Cookie Kingdom and help the Sugar Gnomes build it while Custard Cookie the III or Casey the III, Chili Pepper Cookie or Anise, Fragaria and Maldue went to the Vanilla Kingdom.

It's kind of ironic that his name Balen means brave and he wasn't even brave enough to go with the others.

The reason? He doesn't know that.

He probably needed some fresh air after the chaos that happened in Pilgrim's Path specifically Rye Cookie or Rye in general.

As the white haired boy walking deeper into the Roll Cake Woods with his friend Pink Velvet Cookie or Camellia until stumbling upon a ruin of some sorts.

"I'll go get Alchemist and Wizard to let them know about this, don't wondering too deep in there GingerBrave!" Pink Velvet said as she left to get Alchemist Cookie and Wizard Cookie.

But somehow GingerBrave didn't listened to her and entered the ruins.

Inside of the ruins there was nothing but plants everywhere with the exception of few pictures and glyphs that he didn't understand until he stumbled across a statue.

A statue of a woman with long hair tied in braids a dress with the bottom part shaped like flower petals, bandage looking gloves and a staff.

The lady felt familiar to him but couldn't make the connection between him and her.

He put his hand on his head pondering with questions of where did his Red eye come from and who are his mother.

Maybe he could take a sit down and wait for Pink Velvet, Wizard and Alchemist.

Or so he thought...

He accidentally activated a passage and fell right through with a yyel, he fell through a flight of stairs but somehow he never crumbled and crashed unto the floor, ouch that hurts..

"Ow! Ow! Ow..." he as he held his head in pain until saw a glowing green light beam before his very eyes at the end of the hallway and the only light in the path.

The ginger haired boy slowly walking towards the light nervously as it said something unexpected...

"GingerBrave... GingerBrave..."

'It said my name? Why?' He wondered to himself why did it said his name.

But the voice somehow calmed him down as saw the source of light.

It is brighter than anything he seen

"GingerBrave... Come closer... Come closer my son..."

And leaned in closer and closer..

And touch it. ..

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"So you're saying that you and Balen saw a ruin deep within the woods?" Alchemist Cookie or Alice said as the 3 of them we're walking towards the ruins "Did you two ever saw what's inside?" Maldue said "Well-"

Before Camellia said anything a bright light appeared blinding the 3 of them.

"What the?!"

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He abruptly woke up in an abyss confuse as to why is he here the last thing he remembered was that he touch the green sphere.

All of a sudden he saw the light again but this time the white haired lady was there though she didn't have her staff and her face was shadowed.

"Hello?" He questioned, but she didn't say anything, later he was drawn to the light once again from the sphere, as he put his hands on the sphere...

Everything went white...

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"GingerBrave! Are you there?!" Pink Velvet Cookie said as the 3 of them search for the white haired boy.

"God dammit where is he?" Wizard Cookie said as Alchemist saw the secret passage.

'Maybe he's over there?' She thought to herself as she look over the passage, she entered there.

"I wonder why the Sugar Gnomes said this place was off limits?"

"I'm not sure either Wizard."

"Holly God of witches!"

It startled both of them as the duo went to the same passage that Alchemist found.

And soon enough the 3 of them found Gingerbrave unconscious on the ground.

"GINGERBRAVE!"

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Back at the ruined Vanilla kingdom, Pure Vanilla cookie or Asher is at the White Lily Garden admiring the lilies even though he's wearing a blindfold around his heterochromatic eyes.

He didn't really question why did Pandora ordered him to wear bandages around his eyes even though he said he's fine without it but she insists.

He just playing around with Poison Mushroom Cookie or Dooku like their his child, both of them have no idea that Dark Enchantress Cookie is a evil woman.

At the throne room that used to be Pure Vanilla's, Dark Enchantress Cookie is sitting on the throne holding a broken pieces of her Soul Jam of Freedom.

She always felt like her children GingerBrave, GingerBright and Dozer is there even if she doesn't know they look like.

If only she knew that Dozer had died, GingerBright was out there somewhere and GingerBrave was safe with Wizard and Strawberry.

#cookie run kingdom fanfic #cookie run kingdom #gingerbrave #white lily cookie #alchemist cookie #wizard cookie #pink velvet cookie #lost memories au

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sunnydaleherald · 10 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, January 16

BUFFY: The demons! They were these three big apey things! XANDER: No. No, not here. Not at my job. That's your job. BUFFY: I can't help where the forces of darkness attack me, Xander. XANDER: Buffy, would you look at this mess? Do you have any idea how much it's gonna cost to repair this? And what am I supposed to say to the clients, should I just show them the demon bodies and say it's all their fault? BUFFY: You can't. They melted. But ... uh ... There, there are witnesses! Vince! Vince! You'll tell him, right, how I jumped in and protected you from those ... things? VINCE: Hey, I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is you were losin' it or something. That time of the month, huh? BUFFY: What?! You were huddled in a corner! Crying! Like a baby! VINCE: Hey, hey. No way. Me, crying?

~~Buffy Season 6 Episode #105: "Life Serial"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Pick Up Your Pace (Spike/Xander, T, Iron Man xover) by

Effulgent (Buffy/Spike, T) by veronyxk84

Family (Buffy/Spike, G) by Apache Firecat

Helpless x Spike (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by Vrelx

25 years later: Love and hatred in old London town (Buffy/Giles, unrated) by FPBarbieri

[Chaptered Fiction]

Vamp for Rent 18/18 (Spike/Xander, M) by forsaken2003

All are Punished Ch. 1 (Spike/Reader, unrated) by swimming_with_sharks

A Long Short Night (Buffy/Faith, M) by view27

A Brush so Dark and Bloody Ch. 1 (Spike, unrated, Raven Cycle xover) by xivory_lightness_coherence_parrot_swiftx

Agency Has It's Price, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, ) by Desicat

Who's Pole?, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

In The Dark With You, Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 77 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, T) by violettathepiratequeen

A Darkened Night of the Soul, Chapter 28 (Buffy/Spike, E) by In Mortal

Clean Slate, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, G) by hulettwyo

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, E) by honeygirl51885

A weapon of victory Ch. 10 (Buffy, G, LotR xover) by

The Meaning of Strength Ch. 2 (Xander, T, SG1 xover) by AxelBlade

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Jenny Calendar () by snails-in-my-mouth

Artwork:Spike () by greenapplespider

Artwork:BtVS sketchbook doodles () by strawberri-draws

Artwork:Spike () by genericaces

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Episode 11 - Research Boy and Knowledge Girl (Out of Mind, Out of Sight by The Sunnydale Diaries

PODCAST: ATS 207 - Darla by Another Buffy Podcast

PODCAST: Episode 112: The Myth of the Robot by Mythtaken

[Fandom Discussions]

Brainstorming Different Endings To Doppelgangland by coraniaid

Vampires and human culture by AndHerSymbols

Would it have been possible, hypothetically, to keep both Doyle and Wesley as main characters? by JellyfishDry9464

It's been YEARS, Boom! When are you going to FINALLY FIX this mistake?? by irishhawk

Appreciation for Giles’ “Free Bird” singing by Pumpkins217

What is the worst thing this character has ever said or done? by Buffster13

Favorite Season of Buffy? by NordBuffy

Cordy S3 by pengchod

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canyouhearthevoices · 1 year ago

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'Crazy Form' MV First Reactions

Another comeback, another ATEEZ win in the MV department.

This MV is a great continuation on from the story in the previous MVs - it has aspects from Don't Stop, Guerrilla, HALAZIA, and Bouncy. The MAMA performance showed the direct continuation from Bouncy, and I'll discuss Bouncy and other elements later on.

I liked it, of course, and, although the song still has some growing to do (and the crotch-grabbing and hip thrusting in the choreo needs to go), it's still, as expected, an overall win.

So let's discuss it.

First, I love that the intro starts with a flag - a very ATEEZ thing. The last time I remember flags being this salient is in WONDERLAND - they were in HALAZIA, but they were more like prayer flags there, not these massive 'heralding-the-coming-of-the-king' flags.'

So here we have the city they've been taking over - from Guerrilla, HALAZIA, and Bouncy - the moon (the Cromer takes power from the phases of the moon), ATEEZ flags (of course), and these weird industrial tent things that may or may not be covered in solar panels. The cool thing about the tents is 1) they become more interesting the longer you look at them, 2) they hide even more of ATEEZ's army, 3) they look pretty cool and make a nice, intimidating, symmetrical backdrop, and 4) they kind of look like stadium seating - showing how popular ATEEZ have become.

ATEEZ and their multi-meaning visual language coming back again. As expected.

Of course, we start with our Captain, and, of course, he is wearing his Captain's mark.

I think this move is super goofy and funny but it does do an interesting job of revealing San so I can't fault it too much.

I hope I don't need to tell you that 1) there is some anarchy planning going on here, 2) we are in a futuristic world, and 3) they are back in the shed they do all their planning in.

Also back in circular towers. Is this a prison? Is Yunho breaking out? It's possible... I mean, anything's possible with ATEEZ.

It seems that their shed has had some significant upgrades. Probably coming from the revenue of drug dealing.

Mingi what is the point of looking cool in your car if you then immediately crash said car?

Mingi in bar scene? Check. Which means? He's up to no good.

Now this is really interesting story progression IMO. In Bouncy, we had Mingi in a dingy wild-west bar, murdering people. So here, we see him in a high-end bar, so we expect more murder. But instead, as we would expect with high-class things, he is...

Buying Iron Man's heart? Okay probably not - it's probably some other random high-tech thing they need. But it's not only this that is interesting - it's the fact that in both MVs, Mingi drinks something weird - some chilli cocktail in the first one, and... strawberry milk??? in this one.

Possibly to further show how different ATEEZ are from the rest of the world?

Anyway, strawberry milk is superior to alcohol every day.

Wooyoung's working on something.

Now, interestingly, if you remember back to my post on ATEEZ's positions on their pirate ship, Wooyoung's spot was undetermined. This scene (assuming the director chose this task and Wooyoung specifically, which we should assume) suggests to me that he is some sort of mechanic/dude with technical know-how. Other evidence that he has this, and in general, a supportive role, is how he is often seen backing San up (in general, and especially in Bouncy), and how in Guerrilla, he was involved in hijacking the media systems of the government.

We could perhaps say he is a fixer-upper-er? And I say it like this, because, if we go by the theory that Wooyoung knows Hongjoong is crazy, and is trying to stop him (I presume to fix the universe, save the world, etc), then, this role makes sense for him. He is literally trying to fix the universe and the group, and Hongjoong.

Food for thought.

I love Yunho's reaction. Also, he too is working on something. So maybe it's the concept. Or, it could be related to his role as the Second Mate - whose role is to make sure the ship is going the way it needs to, and who thus, would also be involved in whatever he needs to be involved in to make sure they're going the right way.

In 'Don't Stop' they sent out the unbeatable San-Wooyoung team to do the dangerous gambling, but in this MV they send their precious maknae? Rip Jongho. He does look very cool in this scene, though.

Jongho shows an A card, and, since this guy has a Z card, I assume this is a subtle hint that he's been completely readable and completely under Jongho's control the whole time?

Epic freeze-frame. That looks like Mingi's body and outfit on the right - or am I hallucinating?

Seonghwa's stylists knocking it out of the park yet again. Anyway, he's rocking out. I don't have much to say about that - as the 1st mate, he is the face of the group when Hongjoong is behind the scenes. He was literally framed as THE spirit of ATEEZ and HALATEEZ in HALAZIA. Hence, he's basically their 'headliner' or 'frontman' - hence, he jams out in front of their followers. And punches us.

Not entirely sure what's going on here - is he rising? Falling? Both? Neither? Eh.

Skaterboy Hongjoong and graffiti artist Yeosang AU? :o

Don't ask me.

So, you all know that I usually hate anything crotch-grabby or hip-thrusty - I'm a very, very, deeply ace person. But this is acceptable. Because this shot isn't sexual - this is a hilarious 'haha look how much better than you I am, I'm going to sit on you without a care in the world' kind of shot. It adds character and comedy to the MV, and emphasises how cool ATEEZ are. It also gets even better when you think about how the cameraman had to get down on the ground, and the director had to direct Wooyoung to shove his butt in the camera. They then had to do all the set-up it takes to take a shot (a surprising amount), do the whole 'and... action!' thing, and then take MULTIPLE takes of Wooyoung shoving his butt in the camera. Absolutely hilarious.

I could have told you that. I love the reporter's face in the background. And how Hongjoong still has his Captain's mark. Of course.

Well, buddy, that's what you get for breaking the law.

A lot of people pointed out how he looks actually insane when he's running here - he's got the blend of joy, adrenaline, insanity, and fear going well. And... well, yeah, he is insane. IRL, but ESPECIALLY in the storyline.

He's so insane the police don't know what to do with him...

Here is a cute puppy - a continuation of Hongjoong being associated with animals. I assume this is his dog, since it doesn't have a police dog uniform or anything.

Another great reaction in this MV, and the usual ATEEZ posters.

I love the comic frames, but I'm not so sure what their point is other than to punctuate the song, add visual interest and spunk, and highlight how crazy and villainous Hongjoong is.

Which I guess is a purpose, but I mean STORYLINE purpose.

Perhaps that they are taking over the media? And of course that Hongjoong is crazy.

The insanity's moving down the heirarchy... none of us are safe.

Epic kpop transitions are back. And yes, that was Mingi in the background.

And that's it for this part. See you in the next one where I can share more cool images!

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years ago

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Here it is!

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone. It's a nice name, and it's my name. It sounds elegant, rolls right off the tongue, and reminds me of tea. Specifically, the kind of tea your mom gives you when your throat stings and scratches. Mom’s would taste like strawberry lemon, but it left a bitter aftertaste. It worked though, hot enough to make you go to sleep right after. The kind of tea that soothes. Persephone, Persephone, Persephone. It's also the name of the Greek Goddess of Spring. Ironically, I’ve never liked spring. It's the start of summer and knowing that makes me feel queasy. It's a weird feeling I can't describe, there's something so disgusting about it. The bugs (mosquitoes specifically), the intense sweating, the ice cream melting too fast, and getting my hands sticky.

Sharing a name with the goddess of a season I dread.

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone. It's a name that doesn't have a lot of nicknames.

Septimus would call me ¨Perse¨ or ¨Pierce¨ as a nickname but those never really stuck. My name can´t be broken up easily. It's sad sometimes, since I don't hear my name from other people often, but I´ve lived. One time, I had the nickname ¨PP¨ once. It was a terrible experience.

I like it though (not the nickname), a name that can't be broken. Strong and sturdy.

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone.

That´s my name.

Apparently, it's also the name of my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great! Grandma. That part would been nice, if her grave wasn´t full of secrets. I've been uncovering those lately and they don't put her in a good light. She's been alive longer than she should´ve and that did damage.

My great grandma, Persephone, her name is held up with contemptment and disgust.

At least my name won´t be shown like that (right?).

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone.

Sometimes I wish it was Eurydice.

Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice. That name was a song, Eurydice. A song that reminds me of spring, the beauty of spring. Not what will come after it. Blossoms, flowers, going outside without a jacket. Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice.

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone.

Septimus loved my name. ¨Persephone, Persephone, Persephone¨ he´d shout. It was cute when he was little. I´d come home after school, and he´d run up.

¨Persephone! Persephone! Persephone!¨ and give me a hug.

As he got older, he stopped. As he got older, he started doing it again.

Now that he's gone…there isn't much to look for.

¨Persephone, Persephone, Persephone!¨

It´s a name I´ll keep.

Persephone, Persephone, Persephone.

It’s a shared name.

I know this name belongs to millions of people too, but we´re all different in the end…But it's different with her. She wears that name to war. I come with it in peace. Persephone is not her name.

It's mine.

OOUUU that’s beautiful!!

I really like it

The part ��As he got older, he stopped. As he got older, he started doing it again.” was really good to me

And “But it's different with her. She wears that name to war. I come with it in peace. Persephone is not her name. It’s mine.” was 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

I love their names as well, they’re so unique and pretty

Great job!

#ELAMAN

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souglias · 8 months ago

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I am here to yap a bit about this stupid fic. It's all gibberish but I wanted to put it out somewhere. If you haven’t read it yet, please read it first before you read the contents under the cut

I have some nice lines imo that I couldn’t include and they’re kind of interspersed with these gibberish that were just personal notes as to what i wanted to write for the whole fic in general and specific parts

OVERALL: nothing from that era exists anymore and you grieve over it and heal from it, both of you have changed because change is inevitable (yes even you), but it’s okay because just because things have changed doesn’t mean it’s lost. It just looks and feels different, but at the very core is the same. “You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.” PART ONE: you feel the end of an era in your life encroach from behind you, you worry about the change and if it will do more than sting, you wonder if you are grasping a little too hard, but you go anyway, all of you have things to do and places to go PART THREE: peace, sometimes the past comes back to haunt, both of you have changed, but that’s okay you have gotten used to it and no matter how things change you will and you are both here together in this city you can finally bring yourself to call home

(Yes, for part two that is the longest ironically there’s nothing fancy to describe it so i have left it out)

And idk i feel like ive made it very on the nose about the themes,,,, but aahHh I don't have the only have so little RAM in my brain left to work on this with my assignment

I wish I included Takasugi, I am idiot for having not included him bc he was supposed to be important to reader too BIG MISTAKE SHERRY such wasted 0-(-( Maybe I could update this story sometime in the far future because I know when I re-read this I will have shit to pick with it

Either that or I might write something with the same theme again but that risks being similar anyway-

Here are some songs I listened to:

PART ONE: 505 PART TWO: Space Song / The Night We Met PART THREE: My Love Mine All Mine Song that just happened to be there but does not necessarily fit the story: Kanashimigatomaranai I CAN'T STOP THE LONELINESS / Good Looking

I ended up saving some other similar genre songs to my playlist too HAHA dayum my Gintoki lovergirl era is really my saddest girl era for no reason HAHA

The other little things I kept bringing back was at least kind of noticeable (other than the strawberry milk AHAH)

Again, thanks for coming this far and reading my fic. I just wanted to spit out some words in hopes of alleviating what I'm feeling HAHA And writing Gintama fics always makes me so happy, it doesn't bother me that not many people are reading Gintama fics rn. I'll definitely be writing more (whether it'll be of this scale uhh we have to see HAHA short ones def though). Love you all <3

Remember To Throw Your Expired Milk [Gintoki]

Just because an era has passed, doesn't mean everything from then is lost.

c/w: self-indulgent, may have some timeline inaccuracies, mentions of the Joui War, mentions of injuries and scars

Gintoki x gn!reader (reader is implied to be smaller than him for a small part)

word count: 4.7k words (I'm sorry guys)

note: This fic serves an outlet for me, so when I mean self-indulgent, I really mean it!! Please let me know if you think I missed any content warnings. Border is a cropped frame from the Gintama The Final movie :)

cross-posted on AO3 (accessible from my profile)!

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

The morning before you leave for the Joui war is a chilly autumn, with the last leaves barely hanging onto their branches. The four of you were to leave together: You, Gintoki, Takasugi and Katsura.

This particular morning, it is just you and Gintoki in the abandoned house that Takasugi and Katsura also lived in. Both of them have gone out for a bit. You didn’t know for what, but the house feels a little empty without the two.

Gintoki is keenly aware of you standing behind him, your eyes burning holes into his hands that are tightening his headband. He is about to attach his sword but decides to drop his hands to his sides instead, shaking them.

With his back still facing you, he spits, "Go back to Edo tonight. You have no use on the battlefield."

The monotonous banter, usually akin to a relentless fly, stings this time. It takes only a moment for him to realise the possible weight of his words. Tentatively, he looks over his shoulder at you.

Gintoki doesn't know if he is more than a friend to you, but he would carry all your burdens and sorrow if it meant you wouldn’t enter the battlefield with them. If he has to choose his life or yours, he will choose yours. He would do anything if it meant that you would tease him about his natural perm or jab him playfully at his sides again.

So, when he meets your unwavering yet melancholic gaze, he breaks the eye contact that barely lasts. His feet become a little heavier each time he sees you with that face. The more he trudges forward, the more he has to lose.

"I'm not useless. You know I can fight. Didn’t know you had such a shit impression of me."

You can, and you fight well.

“But you don’t need to fight. You should protect your ass when you can and live. You’ve always been a scared kid anyway. Oh, who was the one who used to be intimidated by me?”

You retort back, but there’s no bite in it. “Shut your ass trap. I’m not chickening out now. You sound like the one who’s scared now.”

Gintoki’s heart is trembling. He sees the grim reaper preparing for its shift to make rounds and he does not want to see you among a pile of corpses.

He flicks your forehead, takes your headband anyway and wraps it around your head. You too, carry the same pent-up fury from the Kansei Purge as everyone else. You have your grievances to air in your way too. Hell, if you asked him not to fight, he would have called you an idiot and ignored you.

His arms hover around your head as he ties a knot securely at the back of your head. Your head is almost on his chest, and his mind wanders to how close you are to him.

“It hurts.”

“Ah, sorry.”

His hands move to loosen your headband, but you rest one hand on his forearm to stop him. You stare straight into his chest and your free hand fidgets with the side of your pant leg. Gintoki realises that you are thinking about so much more than the headband.

If he could even be audacious, he thinks he knows what you are thinking of.

He tries to think of something to say. For a split moment, he even considers a hug. Even though it’s not something he has ever been good with. But before he gets to do anything at all, Takasugi creeps up from behind him.

“I can’t believe you guys. Getting all touchy-feely before the fight?”

Gintoki immediately steps back, creating some distance between the two of you. He hurls some insults at Takasugi and the two of them bicker. When Katsura returns, instead of breaking up the fight, he joins in their nonsensical argument that is not even about the two of you anymore.

You take in this scene and etch it in your mind. This is the perfect time to have time halt if it is ever possible.

The four of you set out when it was time. As you attach your sword to your side, Gintoki comes up to you with his faux nonchalance. His eyes wander everywhere for a bit, one of his hands rubs the back of his head and the other seems to be lost on what to do. "You already know this, but do me a favour and buy me some strawberry milk on your next trip to the convenience store again. Keep them in the fridge.”

He pauses as he watches your face shift from confusion to understanding.

“It has to be the Azuri brand one! Don't you dare drink it."

Your hand resting on the handle of your sheathed sword tightens.

“Okay, you better fucking come for it.”

Gintoki catches you with that melancholic smile again. He bumps your arm gently with his fist. Noticing you walk with less of a drag in your feet, he assumes it is good enough.

(You are always so difficult for him.)

Sometime towards the end of the Joui war, when the bodies all start to pile up and the soldiers are all weary, he loses sight of you. His eyes can no longer find the silhouette he has become so familiar with and his ears cannot find the rhythm of your steps that he has memorised by heart. You do not return to base when night falls.

The voices all say you’re dead and gone, but Gintoki tries to protect the flickering flame of hope in his heart as he continues to fight. You promised him a carton- no, cartons of strawberry milk. You are far from stupid to take a promise to the afterlife with you.

But when the Joui war ends, he disappears, just like everyone else. Along with the dying fire in his heart that he wilfully thought he could protect. Hope is a heavy thing to carry after all that has happened.

The Amanto, who had kept you in a dark room for what felt like weeks, releases you into a world you are no longer familiar with. You find out that it’s only been days and that you were originally to be executed the next day.

The sky is cluttered with more spaceships and the sun feels a little more cruel than you knew it to be. You walk with no aim, looking back now and then, thinking that you heard familiar voices. It goes on till the sight of the convenience store you frequented with your friends slowly pulls you back to reality. The weight of your emotions kicks in when you hear the welcome chime of the store. Your wounds start to weep and your muscles burn as you limp towards the refrigerator of cooled drinks.

With a throat full of screams you bite back, and you place a few cartons of strawberry milk from the barren refrigerator of the convenience store into your arms. Large ones to keep in the fridge, small ones in the event he wants to bring it out. The counter staff asks you if you are okay while he packs your purchases, but you simply brush him off.

As you drag your unwilling feet into the town that spells a lonely journey into the future, the carton of strawberry milk treads too to its expiration date.

(How naive of you, to think Edo would be the town you thought you could call home with everyone you cared about and the one man you loved.)

You wander within the city after you receive treatment, searching for a sign of anyone you know. Eventually, you traverse out of Edo.

Whenever someone mentions the Four Heavenly Kings, you find your spirit to be lifted, only to be let down without fail. It is a name that strangers use so freely and carelessly. The four you know are now only legends, reduced to mere tales. They are unreachable, even as someone who has grown with them. You start to think maybe they are dead. Maybe you have just been searching for a time that has ceased to exist.

(Besides, you may have escaped death when you were released, but you think a part of you died that day too.)

It’s a long time before you force yourself to get your shit together. When you return to Edo, you see wanted posters of Katsura everywhere, the corners already peeling. One, hangs on by a small strip of tape, at a lamp post outside a humble ramen shop on the outskirts. You get a job at this ramen shop, and you stare at Katsura’s mugshot as you work until the poster gets blown away one day. With your pay, you get by and live in a simple rented apartment nearby.

When you finally bump into Katsura himself, you think you’re seeing the distant light at the end of the winding tunnel. He manages to fill you in on a bit, but takes off soon due to his predicament. The bare, discreet conversation you have with him ends up doing the opposite of what you hoped, whiffing out the little hope you carried instead. Sakamoto is assumed to be in space, which makes you a little relieved knowing he’s living his dream. But, the fact that the whereabouts of Gintoki and Takasugi are still uncertain makes you feel you’re still at square one.

Despite the time that has passed, you still see Gintoki in many things. The Shounen Jump on the shelves. Any-fucking-one with their permed hair, even if it’s clearly artificial. And especially those fucking cartons of strawberry milk you keep. They are an anchor to your past and their tarnished, rusted edges dig into your skin. You want to throw them out so bad, but you can never bring yourself to. You stay at square one with these rotting cartons for the passing seasons.

On a chilly winter afternoon with snow that’s taking its time to fall, you find Gintoki when you pass through Kabukicho. Walking past Snack Otose, you catch a glimpse of a head of silver in your peripheral vision.

You don’t recall when this… Yorozuya Gin-Chan came to be above Snack Otose. But you always pass Kabukicho in a hurry. Maybe it has always been there.

An old lady talks to him at his door, blocking him from your view on the ground floor. But you wouldn’t mistake that natural wavy perm of silver, even though all you see are strands peeking out from the sides of the old lady.

When she walks off with a face of frustration, you withdraw into a nearby alley in a flurry. You take in the scene of Gintoki with his exasperated look. He scratches his head a little and sighs, before he goes back inside. You take it as your sign to leave.

(Gintoki sees you. And he isn’t ready to talk to you either. Not with the way your fists clench. He immediately guesses what you’re feeling, if you have not changed immensely into someone different. He shakes away the urge to approach you and convinces himself again that just knowing that you are alive and warm is enough. He is content.)

The snow does not stop even when night falls. When Gintoki returns home, he turns the television on and stretches out with his feet propped up on his work desk. The doorbell rings and he sits up. His heart throbs, in anticipation for a certain someone. He tames it. Expectation is a potential recipe for disappointment.

When he opens the door, he finds you carrying two plastic bags. Your hands are very tightly wrapped around the handles. You refuse to look up at him.

“What? Asshole crawled back up from their grave? Not happy with what you got?”

You enter the house wordlessly and he shuffles out of your path. You drop the bags on the coffee table, causing a loud thud to resound in the room.

“Hey hey, the landlady downstairs is going to complain. She already came up bitching about the rent earlier this afternoon-”

“I owe you something. Did you forget?”

You pull a small carton of strawberry milk out of the bag and set it on the table. It is worn from weather and time. You rip open the top of the carton and the straw gets yanked out of the plastic, soon finding itself in the opening.

Shoving the carton into his chest, you gather the courage to look him in the eye. The carton starts to wrinkle even more from your tightening grip. You hold it tighter, as if it would stop your tears from welling.

He notices the expiry date printed on the carton, which was more than one and a half years ago. His hand wraps around yours and he doesn’t let you slip them out.

“I don’t forget what people owe me that easily. Even if I died, I would demand for the guardians of hell to arrange a delivery to get them from you.”

Your grip loosens a little when you notice the soft, subtle smile on his face. There’s a lump in your throat again and you take a few deep breaths to stop it. The sound of the television fills the silence between the two of you for a bit.

“A little less than a year ago, I crossed paths with Zura. He told me both of you disappeared and didn’t know where you were.”

The next few words almost escape him. It makes you feel small and helpless to say it, even though he was right in front of you. “I thought maybe you died.”

A stray tear streaks down your cheek. He gently pries the milk from your hands and sets it down on the table.

(He thought you died too. Sure, without realising it, he started to carry hope in his heart again. But it felt like the weight of the world sometimes, and he had to carry it by dragging it across the ground. The possibility of you being six feet under rang so loud in his mind.

It only became lighter when he bumped into Katsura for the first time a few days ago. It was when he heard about you from Katsura. Gintoki headed down and watched you work in the ramen shop from the other side of the road. He left without approaching you. He didn’t know what he was going to say to you. Besides, seeing him could reopen old wounds and he didn’t want to do that to you. And just maybe, he was a little bit of a coward when it comes to you.

But he guesses it is all futile. You found him after all.)

With his thumb, he brushes your cheek. You notice scars on his arm that you don’t ever recall him having.

“You worry too much. It takes a lot to kill me.”

“But it hurt, didn’t it?”

It did. Even now, the wounds on his soul throb a little. He thinks he’s underestimated how much he missed you. “They’re just scratches.”

You inch towards him and put your arms around him for a hug. He tenses up at your touch, but he manages to loosen up and pats your back gently until you stop crying.

“Did you cry like that when you found Zura?”

“No.”

A stray smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t waste your tears on Zura.”

“So you’re saying it’s worth it to cry for you?”

Gintoki’s eyes dart off in another direction. “No. Don't cry for me again.”

The way his sentence seemingly hangs thickens the air between the two of you. He scoffs and sits down on the sofa. Refusing to make eye contact with you, he rubs the back of his head and frowns.

He is still the Gintoki you committed to your memory and love. Even as time passes, he still has the same habits. Even though his fashion sense has changed, you still see him adorn the same shades. You can still see the pureness of his soul even with the haze of time. Despite the tears, you find a hearty laugh rising up your throat. So you let it out.

He freezes upon hearing your laugh and realises that he has not heard something so genuine from you for so long, even from before the two of you parted.

As he runs his fingers through his natural perm for the last time and stands up, he suggests, “Let’s go to the supermarket. We should get new cartons.”

You glance at the clock. “Sorry, maybe not today. It takes a while to get to the supermarket and I need to get back to my apartment too. I live on the outskirts.”

“I’ll send you back. I have a scooter now.”

“Wow, I assumed you couldn’t pay rent. Where did you get the money for that? Did you rob a bank? It’s well within the capabilities of the White Yaksha.”

His eyebrow twitches. “Quit yapping and move along. I bargained hard and relentlessly for a lower price.”

As both of you make your way to the scooter, you continue to make more snarky comments about how he got the scooter. When you see the scooter, you decide to make some more comments about the scooter, though you actually think it is a fine thing. He smacks you on the head, eliciting a giggle from you instead of what he thought would be a retort.

“Your home is so damned far away, you know,” Gintoki complains as he turns on the engine.

“You were the one who offered.”

Without much thought, you tease him as you sit behind him, “Then, where should I stay? With you?”

You realise what you’ve asked and you’re about to make a comment to brush it off. But Gintoki plops a helmet on your head before you can do so, and starts the scooter. As he begins to drive off, you place your hands tentatively on his waist. He throws a glance over his shoulder at you. “Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get used to your hand on him and he can feel your tense hands slowly relax. With his eyes on the road in front of him, he’s not 100% sure, but he thinks you’re leaning in a little.

(The scooter doesn’t go as fast as those flashy sports cars the rich use to zoom around town. But you still get to the convenience store a lot quicker than you expected. It’s too fast, you feel like you will never have enough time with him.

Even though he is right in front of you, the lost time makes the vast distance between the two of you so clear. It is one that you cannot cross now with your arms, even if you gathered the courage to wrap them wholly and tightly around him. The thought that he might disappear again will gnaw at you for a while.

That night, he pays for the strawberry milk. The two of you take the last two cartons of the Azuri brand he very much prefers. You take your time to sip on it during the ride, watching his wavy hair let loose in the wind and catch the lights of the slowly dwindling traffic around you.)

Gintoki gives you a face when he looks up from the grocery bag on the coffee table. His eyes fill with incredulity and his lips downturn dramatically. "What is this?"

You put up an air of innocence, teasing in a sing-song voice, "What's what?"

"THIS!"

He pulls out a carton of milk from the grocery bag with two fingers gripping it and waves it around hysterically.

"This is plain milk!"

"You're stating the obvious."

He drops the carton back into the grocery bag and yells out in exasperation, hands grasping at nothing in the air. You stifle a laugh.

"Still gives you the protein that you so absolutely love in your strawberry milk, doesn't it?"

He plops down on the sofa and crosses his arms. Eyebrow twitching, he begins a lecture.

"Listen [name]. Plain milk is not the same as strawberry milk. Strawberry milk is NOT just syrup or sugar getting added into milk."

You nod, pursing your lips so as not to let out a laugh at the bewildering he says and the ones he might say.

His doctor highly recommended that he cut down on sugar. Based on your internet searches, strawberry-flavoured milk has more sugar than plain ones. And because you love your boyfriend so much, you decide to take it into your own hands to buy plain milk which would be much better for his health. Watching him become exasperated over it is just a huge cherry on top.

Sensing that you found his reasoning ridiculous, he whines and throws himself face down onto his sofa. You don’t bother to suppress your laughter when he starts kicking his feet.

Out of nowhere, he jumps off the sofa and slides his wooden sword into his belt. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You offered to buy it because you planned this, right? Because the doctor said I had to reduce my sugar intake.”

How dare you, his beloved, commit such an act of betrayal to him! He adds a little shout in between his rambling. Then, adds, “Sugar is life, [name]! We have to go buy them now!”

He tugs at your arm and you refuse to budge. Initially, you reason that he can’t leave the house because Yorozuya’s opening hours aren’t over yet. As he tugs harder, you start to mock him for having such a sweet tooth, how he’s weak for being unable to go by without strawberry milk and how ungrateful he is for you. He retorts back saying you shouldn’t have backstabbed your boyfriend like that, and there’s nothing sinful with having a sweet tooth. In the end, he lifts you by your waist with his arm and out of the house into the spring evening. Conscious of the looks of onlookers, you smack him on his back harder and harder till he complains about how it hurts and puts you down.

Gintoki continues to lecture you about the strawberry milk as the two of you walk to the convenience store that opened months ago. In the five-minute walk, you let him go on about the difference and hum now and then as an indication that you are listening. At the same time, you imagine the pink cherry blossom buds overhead. You imagine the falling sakura blooms around him. A mental image of the blossoms in his silver hair surfaces.

When he finishes his sentence, you comment, “I think you could be a strawberry parfait too.”

“Huh?”

It’s now your turn to talk in this walk and Gintoki sees the vision you’re having. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you jab him at his side before he can say it.

When the two of you enter the store, he runs straight to the refrigerator. You trail behind him, already finding his arms full of large and small Maiji milk cartons although it has only been one minute.

It has become normal for Gintoki to take the Maiji brand carton without a second thought. You can no longer find the Azuri brand milk in Edo anymore, and possibly the whole of Japan. It took him a little getting used to and some whining to you, but he has come to enjoy it.

When you watch him try to arrange and squeeze everything into the basket, you think maybe your plan to help him cut down on sugar has backfired. He is simply trying to stock up at this point. You end up having to do some convincing in that narrow aisle, with some other shoppers, for this manchild to put a few back.

From the refrigerator to the cashier and back to Yorozuya, Gintoki keeps pouting. You poke his cheek with his free hand, but all you get is a “hmph”. He’s not going to give in so easily, it takes so much more than paying for his sweets and saying he looks like a strawberry parfait!

You think about offering to pay for his parfait, but you tell yourself not to give in to him. You want him to live a long life and die of old age, not go out way before his time in agony because of sugar.

Gintoki plops down at the corner of the sofa when the two of you return to Yorozuya. He starts reading the latest copy of Shounen Jump with one leg crossed on the sofa, sipping loudly on his milk in an attempt to irritate you. You sit on the other corner with your drink and magazine you bought yourself earlier, and you prop your feet on top of his lap. He smacks your feet once, but he lets you be as he always does. On other days, he enjoys doing it to you too.

Every now and then, you look up to see him engrossed in his manga. Sometimes when you blink, you still see images of the past versions of him.

You get up and give him a kiss on the cheek, before heading to the stairs outside. He’s a bit caught off guard, but you leave him to process it.

On the street downstairs, a few kids scramble around, presumably to head home. Your mind wanders to the three boys you grew up with. There are still days you think you wake from your nap in the classroom to the three boys duking it out in the dojo. But when your bleary vision in the morning clears and you notice that the ceiling above is different from the one at Shoka Sonjuku, reality settles. It’s just a ruckus made by some kids outside. You stare at the ceiling, remembering that Takasugi is at large with his new comrades. You remember that Zura now has his own faction, which both you and Gintoki reject his relentless invitations to. You remember that Shoyo-sensei is gone.

You hear the sliding door open behind you and Gintoki leans on the part of the ledge beside you.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Gintoki notices you running your finger back and forth on the grooved surface of the ledge. He places a kiss on your temple. A little hesitant at first, but he goes for it. He then shifts behind you slightly, resting his hand on top of yours. With his steady frame behind you, you lean back a little on him.

(Gintoki wonders what Shoyo-sensei would think about the two of you. Hopefully, he approves, even though Shoyo had witnessed him disturbing you in class and outside of it. Hell, Shoyo even thought Gintoki was bullying you at one point and Gintoki had gone to lengths to prove otherwise. He would also argue that he was teasing you to get you to break out of your shell. Though in hindsight, maybe he had been a little mean about a few things.)

The wish to return to the bygone days still squeezes your heart with its agony. The days that Shoka Sonjuku was your home. Its invisible hands still try to grasp at the memories that are becoming ever-distant and drifting away in the stream of time. It is always the worst when you find resemblances that you find hard to ignore.

But everyone has found their place in this new era, including you. The night he dropped you off after reuniting, he asked you’ll come to Yorozuya again. You said you’d try, but no promises because it was far. Though, as you watched his receding figure ride back into the brightly lit town you once detested, you knew you would.

You found a place with Gintoki. A place, in this still unfamiliar city, that you can finally bring yourself to call home again.

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading this self-indulgent, monster of a fic <3

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white-poppie · 2 years ago

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New addiction

A/N: Things I like about Mikey: His two best friends (Draken and Mitsuya) and His older brother. Why simp for the shrimp when you can simp for the much hotter, smarter and more mentally stable big brother?

Character: S.Shinichiro x G! n reader Genre: Angst to Fluffiest fluff ever Warnings: smoking, manga spoilers

Song recommendation: Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Shinichiro Sano never thought that he would grow up to be a chain-smoker. His hazy eyes flickered between the lights of his shop and the unlit cigarrete.

He grew up while nursing Manjirou and Emma, selflessly, thinking that he never had a childhood of his own. Acting as an only family to Izana Kurokawa and running a bike shop and a gang.

Shinichiro Sano never had time for himself, yet wondered if he had done something wrong in raising Manjirou. What in the actual world was that boy thinking when he attacked Haruchiyo? To think he would simply...rip open the sides of his mouth, all for a toy.

He could have asked him to get a new one. The maniacal look on his face when he ordered Haru to smile with his mouth ripped open. To think a mere child of both more than 7 years...

Shinichiro took a shaky breath a ran a hand on his face, distressed.

You rolled open the shutter of the garage, "Shin?"

Almost tripping on one of the petrol bottles, you make your way to the boy and sat beside him.

"Wakasa told me you were here," you replied. He hummed

Your eyebrows scrunched and you took the unlit death sick from his hand.

"Stop smoking when you are stressed, think of some healthy coping mechanisms."

He sighed and leaned his head back on the wall, "did Waka tell you?"

You nodded and leaned your head back too.

"Y'know you should take help from a professional for Mikey, its not child's play anymore."

He chuckled ironically and closed his eyes, "must've done something wrong in raising that brat."

"Shin," you kept a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with sincerity," you have done the best for your siblings, be it Mikey, Emma or Izana."

"Doubt so," he whimpered, draping an arm on his eyes, "have a lighter?"

"Yeah, but I told you already, no smoking."

"Just one, come on," he bargained.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder which caused him to tense, "no Shinichiro, you gotta take care of yourself, if you die of lung cancer who will look after those three?"

"Just because I need to look after those three?" he asked staring at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he gulped not looking away, "does me being safe only matter because I have to take care of them?"

You felt yourself flush at the question, finally understanding what he implied.

"No...it m..matters to Wakasa, Benekei, Takeomi and well me too," you tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible.

"Mhmm..." he chuckled.

"Shin, I have an idea!" you declared happily while looking at him, "what if whenever you feel the need to smoke, you don't smoke, but rather just put an unlit cigar in your mouth?"

"How is that going to help?"

"It works kind of like a metaphor, you are putting the killing thing in your mouth, but not giving it the power to kill you."

Shinichiro just blinked at you for a second," that...was poetic."

"I know right! And then later maybe we can substitute the cigar with candy and until it stops completely... how does that sound?"

"Tried leaving once...suffered from extreme withdrawal."

You hummed and thought for a second," what if, you make a promise to yourself. For example, if you don't smoke for a month, we will treat you to a barbeque?"

"Sounds nice, but once a month is too long."

"True...then you tell me, what do you want?"

"How about...we have a little game?" he smirked mischievously.

"And that would be?"

"For every day, on the first week I don't smoke, I get forehead kisses. The second week, I get kisses on my hand. Third week and fourth-week cheek kisses and at the end of the month, I get proper, fell fledged kiss?"

You made a noise that had to be a mix between 'What the hell' and 'Why are you so smooth?' which sounded to be just a choking sound.

"Deal?" he asked.

"Will it get you to stop smoking?" you sighed.

"One hundred percent."

"Fine..." you whispered and he tapped on his forehead.

"It's not the end of the day," you said weakly.

"Look outside," he pointed at the night etched window.

You gasped in surprise, it had been so long already?

Shinichiro snapped his fingers and drew your attention to him, "gimme my kissey" he fake pouted.

You smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"You are such a brat," you whispered.

"Learnt that from Mikey."

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Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

I literally had nothing in my mind when I wrote this. I was like: Hmm gotta write from Shinichiro. Das it.

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leggerefiore · 2 years ago

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Taking your local folk god mate from his mostly isolated village into a human, a species whom he despised, dominated the city was probably not the best idea. Emmet was clearly tense in the modern clothes you had dressed him in. His fluffy tail and ears were disguised by his illusions, but you could almost sense his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He walked close to you, eyes watching for any unfavourable actions by passing people. It felt ridiculous.

When was the last time he left his village? Had he ever? The village was mostly his and his brother's descendents, so everyone was extremely comfortable with him. The ending of your past life had failed to give him any reason to shift his opinions on humans, too. “… You never stop watching shows about them, and I do believe someone left an offering in the form of a book about the history of locomotives,” you explained to the younger twin god as you both approached the station. A cool autumn wind blew around you both, stirring leaves from their trees and onto the ground before you. Their colours were gorgeous. “I come here often, too, for foods we don't have in the village,” you reassured him.

“I don't like it,” he whined, “Our shrine here is small and useless. It's next to the station, for safe travels. I refuse to answer any human's prayer.” You knew that much from the looks he gave out of town visitors of your main shrine. The smaller one here was run by Zoroarks who moved here in the past for better work. Ironically, next to where a train station ended up. Something both fox gods had become obsessed with despite their repeated denials. He needed to visit here regularly, for the more disconnected Zorua and Zoroarks and for moving past his tense history with humans. You were human, too, after all, and he managed to love you. (Though your research into that long passed history was quite odd. He and Ingo seemingly decided to settle down and begin repopulating their species, and somehow your past life happened to be a person they encountered.)

You have down the shrine maiden at the small temple, and she came bounding out. Her excitement was palpable as she gazed at Emmet. Suddenly, she bowed and greeted him, “Most respectable Lord Kudari, thank you for coming to visit our more humble temple!” You giggled as he tilted his head. A hand carefully landed in her head to pet her. Emmet giggled at his great-granddaughter. “Emi, aren't you already a century old? You know verrrry well you don't need to be formal with me!” She quickly grew flustered and stood up straight. You sighed. How many foxes would you meet that had aged well over normal human life spans and still looked so young?

After a quick exchange of tea and time, you both continued you on your way to the station. Emmet stared at the empty tracks with a hum. “They're powered by electricity instead of diesel,” he commented, “It's part of the reason for their speed.” You smiled at him. Humans made him uncomfortable, but the shrine visit seemed to calm him. His bloodline never moved too far away, the tradition of returning to the village something deeply respected. When a train pulled into the station, his grin grew wide. He murmured the model and date of its first use aloud. You sighed.

Lastly, you brought him to a café as the sun began its descent from its place in the sky. He ordered a strawberry parfait, while you took to your favourite desert. His enjoyment of the day only increased as he dug into the multilayered desert excitedly. “Is the city that bad, Em?” you asked him after he made it halfway through the sweet. He hummed for a moment before resting his head in his hand, glowing gold danced just under the silver. His disguise barely there. “Humans pray for the strongest things,” he commented, “They mock our descendents who believe in us and refuse our cultural obligations. Here is not so bad because of all our children who remain.”

Your server returned with an awkward smile. “Ah, someone was offering to pay for your order, but I wasn't sure you wanted to take it,” she spoke nervously, hands fiddling with her apron. Emmet smiled at her brightly, telling you all you needed to know. “Heehee, you reeeeeally want my brother to bless your marriage, don't you?” he giggled. She looked to the ground in shame. “Your offer is kind,” he continued, “He blessed your marriage without hesitation. He's proud.” She let a relieved breath, “Thank you, Lord Kudari. I'll still pay, as it was nice seeing in person. You as well!” She gazed at you kindly.

On your walk home, you finally felt curious. “If you could theoretically move to the city, why do you remain here?” you wondered out loud.

“It's been my home for centuries,” he countered, “We became mates here first and established it with Ingo all that time ago. Children left to find their mates and returned after. It grew big. Humans hated us because we were Zoroarks, and therefore untrustworthy. It's continuing to exist and thrive means everything to me.”

How oddly romantic, you felt. Even Emmet had an attachment to things for common reasons. You have no idea why you were ready for him to announce it was where he first fucked you. “That's… very sweet of you, Emmy,” you held his hand as you entered the village gate, “… I've grown attached to it, too, I'll admit. Its nostalgic quaintness relaxes me.”

“I enjoyed our trip today,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you stopped in front of the shrine, “I still don't like humans, but being with you is always fun. It reminded me of why I loved you, and how much I missed you. Yep! I'll be a better mate this time around.”

“Will you stop dropping Patrats off at our door?"

“Nope! That's how I show my love.”

You sometimes regretted staying with these goofy gods.

#emmet.ima #pokehybrid au

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pianocat939 · 2 years ago

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Hey!!! It's 🇧🇷 anon here! How are you?

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Well... can I request yandere Snake Fruit Cookie and Tainted Vanilla Cookie (separately) with a darling that is a dragon with a level equal to or higher than the Longan Dragon but instead of using it for evil they just don't use it or use it to help everyone?

Well... I don't know if this idea I had would fit with the yandere themes but... If you think it doesn't fit then you can make a normal relationship

And yes... I'm making a request for a character from your CRK AU (I hope you accept requests with your AU characters)

I’m sick, I guess to put it simply. This cold is getting worse and better at the same time. Tbh I kinda waited for something to come from you. Idk why I just expected something.

You didn’t specify headcanons or a fic so I just went with something in between.

Sorry last comment. Yes, I definitely do accept requests for my Villain AU. It helps me sort out thoughts and kinda get a better idea.

Tw: Kidnapping, snake bite/venom usage, mentions of murder, blood (strawberry jam), yandere itself lmao, feeling of being unaccepted (idk if this is a Tw)

(I made banners (⌒▽⌒))

Doesn’t use powers

Snake Fruit would have mixed feelings.

They hate the fact you’re a dragon at first. After all, you’re already what they strive so hard to be. So before they start to obsess, they interact with you in a malicious way.

Let’s say you were friendly or on good terms with Longan Dragon. So one day, while you were visiting the palace, Snake Fruit was taking orders from Longan. Curious to see who this new cookie was, you asked Longan.

“A snake who is desperate to become a dragon. They try to hide themselves and act like an obedient servant, but I know their intentions. All they want to do is overthrow my position. Such a disgrace indeed.”

Since then, you’ve been defensive whenever you passed by them in the long corridors. Likewise, whenever they greeted you there was underlying venom.

That was until they eavesdropped on your conversation with Longan.

“Why don’t you use your powers? Surely you must use them for something.”

“No, I just find no reason to use them. I don’t have any enemies, nor do I have the hunger for power like you.”

This piqued Snake Fruit’s curiosity. It’s quite ironic for a dragon to not use their powers. Especially one as powerful as Longan. Wanting to know more, they observed you more closely.

If you visit the palace they’ll greet you as per normal, but occasionally they’ll ask questions about your life.

“Ssay, you sseem to be living the liberty. Do you do anything elsse during your never-ending leissure?”

“I do like to observe the outside world from my living space. It’s interesting to see cookies do many different things.”

“You must usse your powerss to ssee around the world then!”

“Surprisingly no. I usually just sit next to my window and look at the civilization below.”

As they learn more, the more they appreciate your humbleness and neutrality when seeing other cookies.

In their mind, they see you as someone who believes power do not define social status. This especially makes them happy since they get called out at for being weak or fake. (From dragons at least)

Soon enough they become friendly and the poison between each other washed away; replaced with a friendship that soon turned into a more concerning relationship.

Snake Fruit now would follow you whenever they could. It was fine until one day, they appeared at your doorstep with tea and jellies in hand.

“Hello my friend! I’ve brought ssnackss for us to sshare!”

They would force themselves into your home and lounge around with you. Sitting beside you a little bit too close for friends. Staring into your cookie-soul with a smile that hid the true intentions. That’s when you started to get overwhelmed.

After a few months, you finally broke and confronted Snake Fruit; telling them that they’re being too unsettling. Finally, Snake Fruit hissed and in mere seconds they coiled themselves around you.

“We are on equal levelss you and I. You are the only who ssees my wayss, and treat with me with the resspect I’ve desired. I can’t sstop myself anymore. I need you by my sside, forever…”

In a state of panic, you struggled to decide your next action.

Should you use your power? No, you’ve sworn that you wouldn’t use them. Attack them? But what would occur in the future?

Your thoughts were stopped by a sharp pain going through your body. Snake Fruit had bit you.

You immediately started to feel weaker, limbs unable to struggle from the bind. Fatigue weighed you down, causing your brain to cease thinking properly.

“I’m glad you haven’t ussed your powerss. You really do love me don’t you? It’ss good that you only get weaker from my bite…And not death.”

In a few minutes your eyes started to droop, putting you to sleep. In your last moments of consciousness, you heard snickering and the feeling of being placed onto a cushion.

Snake Fruit had kidnapped you to their home, in their sedan with their servants. In power, just like how you once were.

Tainted Vanilla wouldn’t care too much. Except for the fact that you don’t care about status in terms of power. To him, that is a relief. After dealing with so much abandonment from his curse, it makes him feel accepted. (Snake Fruit and TV are similar for status lmao)

He definitely likes to ask why you don’t like using your powers.

“Say, you never use your powers. Even for the hardest tasks, you still don’t. Is there a reason why?”

“I like to think myself equal to all the cookies in this world. It makes me feel more in-touch with the present. Unlike Longan, who unfortunately cannot see the world is not only about power.” (Longan pulling a Raiden Shogun moment)

TV never liked change, it always made him feel uncomfortable; but seeing you wanting to accept all changes no matter what made him also want to accept change.

“Maybe I need to accept the fact Light Enchantress doesn’t see me as the same. Or is she just blind?”

There can be both a positive and negative end for Tainted Vanilla. The positive one being that he realizes people change, and so must he. The negative one being him going even more berserk and end up killing his beloved friend.

When he realizes he needs to change, he’ll stop wanting acknowledgement from Light Enchantress. Instead, he’ll just fight for the betrayal his comrades went through. It doesn’t mean he isn’t a little crazy though.

He won’t hesitate to bury his dough arms into strawberry jam.

Going back to the negative one, he’ll slowly start to doubt L. Enchantress even more and snaps. Before, he only wanted her to acknowledge the fact that he is still Vanilla cookie, and is only troubled with a curse that’s been cast upon him. Now, he wants total punishment.

He wants to see her in pain. For her to feel the torture he went through when she left him behind to crack. To see what devastation truly can be.

“You deserve this. You left me behind to the witches! Today, I stand here with demons and troubled souls haunting my mind and dough every moment!”

“I just couldn’t bare the thought of-”

You know the rest.

Keep in mind though, he’ll still keep you, no matter the ending. You are the only cookie to cure his curse temporarily when he’s around you. Although you’ll have more access to the company of other cookies if he’s happier. ——————————————————I think I just went raging fast with Tainted Vanilla’s…sorry about that.

When I was writing I realized how similar Tainted Vanilla and Snake Fruit are. They have similar problems, and are struggling to fix them.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

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- Celina

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run villan au #tainted vanilla cookie #yandere x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #snake fruit cookie #yandere cookie run #Yandere snake fruit cookie

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lilapxtts · 3 months ago

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TUA Plots

Plot 1-

The only way to save the world is to split up. A different timeline for each of the Hargreeves. Just for the sake of covering our bases, after taking the funky marigold, and getting their powers back, Five has a talk with himself at the subway, figures it out that they are the issue and goes back in time, because screw reality. He goes back to tell his family that the only way to save each other and the world is to go to a different time line. Well filled with angst and heart break, they all just spread out and separate.

--Will they find each other at the end? Maybe figure out a better way? Or will they make sure that their past selves (if applicable) don't screw it up this time? We can discuss more.

Plot 2 - You know that whole damn gap from 2019 and the 6 years that go by? Well guess what? I'd love to do just do a domestic Lila getting accustomed to pregnancy, being a mom, having children, her own parents, getting to know each of the Hargreeves more over the 6 year time span.

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AFTER THE ENDING.... And completely AU here so don't come at me but the 8 Marigold flowers that grow beneath the tree is picked up by wonderful little girl. Let's say ironically, it's picked up by Allison. She brings those beautiful flowers home and you know that magical little dust that spread from them? Well it is passed around and 8 very fortunate women are hit with the magical dust. They become pregnant the very next day and thus begins the story all over again. This one is like me on crack or something but i'm thinking futuristic-esque vibes.

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#the umbrella academy rp #tua rp #indie rp #indie mature rp #umbrella academy rp

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roseserpentpress · 3 years ago

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Adding some variety this time with a Sakata Gintoki x Hijikata Toushirou anthology fic collection. This one is actually the second book I did! I had a hard time deciding the anthology name since I was like ugh silver and iron sounds too pretentious- and then figured a title that was pretentious and then proceeded to make fun of it for being pretentious is a very Gintama thing to do, and ended up rather pleased with the title.

Since it was the second thing I typeset I ended up with a few issues in the final print (and binding... I didn't intend for a straight spine but forgot about rounding it, but a lot of people like to leave their spines straight anyways so it's fine) that I'm tempted to go back and fix and maybe redo the whole thing another time (we do not talk about the inverted page number positions. Is this why the icha icha series numbers are all centered instead of on the outside of the page? No absolutely not) but in the end I still enjoy it the way it is, so for now I'm at peace with it.

Originally I was actually going to add little designs above each title page of each story, but in the end I got to trigger-happy for the printing and bookbinding process and printed it before I drew the designs. I did in the end while bored draw the designs after, so maybe I will eventually redo the book. We'll see.

List of fics in the anthology:

Summer Heat (3k, G)

Hijikata gets ordered by Kondo to go on a vacation. For some reason, he runs into Gintoki there.

I told you once (and here's the twice) (3k, M)

“Ah, stern as always. You never change, do you, Hijikata-kun?”

“And you always do whatever you want to”.

“Right, I’m working on that”, and then Yorozuya lifts his hand and takes Hijikata’s cigarette from his mouth, placing it between his own teeth. Hijikata himself is too stunned to do anything other than just look at his mouth, lips curved over where his own had been just moments before, his body now kicked into high alert as if responding to an imminent threat.

An animal realizing they’re prey.

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Two years is a long time yearning for someone.

Stop the rising tide, I need extra time (3.5k, E)

No one really comments on the change in their relationship, and Hijikata doesn’t know how to feel about the general air of lack of surprise around them.

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Sequel to "i told you once (and here's the twice)". Hijikata is trying his best to make a place for himself in Gintoki's life. Gintoki loves him for it.

Common Misconceptions (7.6k, G)

“Yes, Hijikata-san, we were worried for you,” Sougo drawls, with a smirk on his lips, and then, like the little bastard he is, he asks, “Where were you?”

Hijikata thinks he knows exactly what conclusion those two idiots landed on after seeing him in the Yorozuya’s yukata.

(Or: 5 times people wrongly assume something about the relationship between Hijikata and the Yorozuya and the one time they turn out to be right after all)

Don't venture into the forest alone or you will end up befriending a lonely kitsune (7k, G)

"With his curiosity peaked, Toushirou slowly sat up and crawled over.

Fur?

It was white? No, darker than white. Silver?

Toushirou picked up the tuft of fur on the ground, wondering what animal it could have come from. He had been here so many times, but had never seen an animal with silver-white fur. Maybe a new animal moved into the forest and he had yet to see it?

From behind the bushes, a pair of curious red eyes watched the young boy."

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Kitsune! Gintoki x Human! Hijikata AU

7-year old Hijikata, shunned by his family, meets a young kitsune living alone in the forest.

Written for GinHijiGin Week 2020, for the prompt: Gintoki's Birthday.

And when it's time to remember, please don't forget your heart's greatest desire (13k, E)

After missing Ketsuno Ana's rare meet and greet session, Gintoki expected to head home and wallow in self pity while stuffing his face with strawberry shortcake and milk.

What he didn't expect, was to run into an unconscious man with beautiful black wings, and end up carrying him home.

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A Human Gintoki x Tengu Hijikata oneshot AU

Inspired by marrbl's art (included in fic with permission from artist)

Downloading Pornography Can Lead to Computer Viruses and Strained Relationships (12k, T)

Tama is sick, and Gengai enlists Hijikata’s help to fix her. Too bad Hijikata never watched the Tama Quest arc, otherwise he might have known that the Leukocyte King isn’t normally a huge flirt.

Boys Over Flowers (12k, E)

Gintoki always thought that both he and Hijikata were just really good bros. They were just two normal bros who played Super Smash and joked around after school at WacDonalds. So what if they cuddled a bit while watching scary movies? And what if they shared a bed during sleepovers and jacked each other off in the morning? Bros did that, right?

Okay, maybe Gintoki and Hijikata weren't just 'bros being bros' afterall.

The Demon's Bride (15k, M)

Hijikata bowed and introduced himself. “Hijikata Toushirou, Shiroyasha-dono’s bride and soon-to-be wife. Pleased to meet you.”

Gintoki spluttered on his drink while Takasugi’s laughter got louder.

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Shiroyasha/Ponikata AU

RVSP Even if You Aren't Sure You'll Make It, Just In Case; It's Better to Have More Chairs Than Less (16k, E)

Hijikata has a problem and needs Gintoki's help.

#fanfiction #ficbinding #renegade bindery #rose serpent press #bookbinding #book #books #fic recs #gintama #gintoki sakata #gintama hijikata #hijikata toushirou #ginhiji #sakata gintoki x hijikata toushirou #sakata gintoki/hijikata toushirou #i love this fandoms enthusiasm for long titles but its sure a bitch to write them all out good lord #honestly i love seeing how the tones of the media effect the fanfiction writing in each fandom- like gintama is often heavy in comedy #and has long titles where other fandom fics arent as heavy on the comedy (and certainly dont have as long as titles usually)#also this was so distracting having it mostly finished and readable beside me when studying my god id be like 'oh ill just read one story'#LIES #rose serpent bindery #reblogging because for some goddamn reason it's not popping up in my RSP tag which irritates me to no end #also. been recently back on my ginhiji binge so you know what. honorary reblog

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A Lil' Oopsie - Lesson 3 (Obey Me! x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies Here it is. The long-awaited third chapter to this fluffy mini-series. I apologise if it took a little longer than expected. But nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! ❤

Other work: Diavolo's Cousin from Hell

A Lil' Oopsie mini-series:

"No, MC," scolded Belphegor lightly. He was standing next to the said toddler who was on a wooden stool so she could reach the workbench. He quickly reached her hands that were about to shove a handful of dough into her mouth, as he said, "You're not supposed to eat that."

The toddler, who reluctantly allowed him so, looked at him with her big curious eyes, letting out a soft coo as if she was asking, "Why not?"

"It's not good for the stomach," was his reply, trying to simplify it for a toddler to understand. "You can get sick." He hoped that would convince her to at least put the dough back into the glass bowl. And count his blessing, for she gave him a curt nod before finally putting the dough back.

Belphegor didn't even realise that he was holding his breath like he was trying to detonate a bomb or something.

It came time to prepare dinner. After distracting the little girl from Solomon's departure, Beelzebub lifted her up and placed her on one of his shoulders, where she began to excitedly bounce on. She felt like she was in a whole new world after seeing everything from so high up. Belphegor stayed near them as the older twin carefully walked towards the kitchen. Not to say that he didn't trust his brother, but toddlers could be unpredictable. Should she flail around and then fall, their older brothers wouldn't hesitate to lunge in and strangle them.

How ironic would that be, he thought.

The twins must admit, though. It was adorable to see their little assistant donning a mini version of the female RAD uniform with a white apron over it. To boot, she'd been running around bringing ingredients to them; carefully pouring them into the mixing bowl for the puff dough; watching Belphegor mix them up with such focus like she was on DevilChef. If only either of them could take a picture of such innocent fascination this child showed.

Well, that was until she thought the dough looked like a yellow bun and decided to reach in to grab some.

But eventually, they'd overcome that hurdle. The puffs were baked and now left at the side to be cooled. It was then Belphegor's turn to occupy the stove where he would prepare the Roasted Roc while his brother's Cream Bonnacon was left inside the large stew pot, ready to be served. Beelzebub, on the other hand, started mixing the heavy whipping cream with the sugar and vanilla extract that MC had kindly brought to him.

"Okay," he began, standing behind the intrigued toddler who was now on the stool. "We're going to put the cream inside the puffs."

"Eh?" The toddler sounded very perplexed, looking at him with her big doe eyes while tilting her head to the side.

He let out a chuckle. Just how any cuter can this girl get?

"We'll do it together, okay?" Using his free hand, he placed her tinier ones on the bag whilst he kept the other at the top. Picking up a puff, he slowly pushed the tip of the piping bag into the side and piped the cream inside until it was filled. His little assistant was so fascinated that by the time he was finished with the third puff, she figured that she would like to try it out. But of course, with he secretly helping her to press the bag, knowing that her small hands would do naught.

"Hey!" came an awfully familiar voice, all of a sudden. "Don't get too chummy with MC, Beel!"

The said demon didn't even need to look up to know who that was. "What is it, Mammon?" he asked, albeit a little exasperatedly. "We're a bit busy here."

True to his words, the white-haired demon emerged from the door, proudly revealing himself as he retorted, "Yeah, I can see that. But ya don't need to be that close to MC."

"Huh?" Beelzebub was starting to get confused. "If I want to help her, then I have to get closer. Otherwise, how would she be able to pipe the cream?"

"That's not what I mean!" Mammon was about to continue, but he immediately froze, to which he earned a raised brow from his younger brother.

Ah, so that's what it was.

"I see," said Beelzebub. MC was too occupied with filling up the cream puffs to even look up, though he still had his grip on the piping bag while she was doing so. "You want to be the one who helps MC with piping the cream, right?"

Looks like he was caught red-handed, and there's no point trying to lie to his own brother who knew all too well why he was here in the first place.

Not especially when he had a prominent red shade dusted on his cheeks.

"O-Of course!" Mammon couldn't help but internally cringe at himself. How embarrassing for him to admit it; not because he was embarrassed by MC, but it felt so alien for him to hear those words coming from him. "You and Belphie spent too much time with her, so it should be our turn!"

"You mean your turn," mocked the said demon, whose attention was still on the large roc roasting inside the oven. "I'm pretty sure the rest hasn't complained about it, considering that we all agreed that Beel and I would be making dinner with MC right now."

"Yeah," agreed the older twin while placing another stuffed puff back onto the tray. "So it's only fair that you wait for your turn."

But the secondborn was rather obstinate. "Still! It doesn't mean ya get to be-"

"MAAAMMOOONNN?"

All of a sudden, he felt an ominous presence right behind him. Flinching, he spun around, abruptly, and sheepishly grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Ah... Lucifer! What brings you here?"

Unfortunately, his brother wasn't going to be swayed so easily. "I'm certain that we have come to an agreement that MC shall be taken care of by Beel and Belphie. Isn't that right? Or shall I give you a kind reminder? I won't be kind, however, for I expect you to be fully aware of the agreement we made beforehand. Now let's wait for them outside."

Without batting an eye, he grabbed the white-haired demon and dragged him back to the dining room as the latter yelped, "N-No, wait! I'M SORRY!!!"

"Beel?"

The said demon turned to the source, seeing MC lifting up a puff to him with a look of anticipation. "Puff?" she offered meekly.

Beelzebub smiled at her before taking the puff from her. "Thank you, MC." He then picked up another and handed it to her, which she gleefully accepted. "You can have one, too, if you want."

"Remember those are for dessert," reminded Belphegor, earning a mischievous giggle from the toddler, followed by Beelzebub's chuckle.

Just when the Avatar of Sloth thought he'd only have to worry about one glutton in the kitchen. How much longer does it take for a whole roc to be fully cooked?

#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me fanfiction

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