#volt dont look

[girlkisserr]

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Some of my Warframes (& Co)

[voltsm]

a toast to the perfect tomorrow

[voltstone]

S4 WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AND WEIRD

I love the fourth season. It does so many things right. But also. …it's kinda a mess.

Like a very pretty mess. But a mess. And I could write a wholeass essay on it. Don't feel like it right now.

I will say this one thing now though: it has always confused me how of all the seasons, S2 is the one that really explores being a kid in an apocalypse without really an adults to guide said kid, and not…S4?

Sure, there's adults in S2, but Clementine is stuck in this weird grey zone where she can't really rely on them, and has to be her own adult. And this does include Kenny, depending on what people choose to do, and what they interpret. Because he was easily just as bad given the specific scenes. Better, given other scenes, but the bad was…really bad.

But then there's S4. And like, yeah sure, the schoolkids are there to represent a healthy but struggling community—in that there's things to work through, but they genuinely care for each other, and they do whatever it takes to survive, regardless of what they think a "liability" is.

But like. The season never really explored the extent of what being abandoned by adults really would imply??

Like why is S2 the only one where exploring substances as a kid is a thing? Clementine can smoke and drink there, and that's with adult influence. Whereas with S4, nothing. Even though the fishing shack looks like it's a hotspot for booze.

I dunno if I'm making sense. This is why I generally write essays and not splurge on a post. Lol. But. I just. I just wish S4 really explored what the adults leaving did to those kids, man. Beyond what the season did.

S4 in this regard just felt like they knew what being a troubled kid implied, but they actually never wanted to depict kids doing more adult things, other than survival, even though Clementine 1) could've smoked and drank before because…the adults around her were…hmph, and 2) she is literally raising a child on her own. Like it beats around the bush but in a weird and obscure way that I don't have the energy to pick apart.

I just.

[jinxed-ninjago]

I was looking through the Ninjago wiki's page on water (the elemental power) and it mentions that Tommy Andreasen has said that Nya can't control blood because it'd make her powers too dangerous.

Meanwhile I'm sitting here like Kai almost fucking burnt Jay alive 3 episodes into Crystalized. If Jay releases enough electricity he could probably kill someone and probably could've killed Kai in that same episode Kai almost burnt him alive had the fight between Kai and Jay not been broken up. Cole could probably summon pointed enough rock to impale someone. Zane could probably flash freeze the water someone's body and kill them in the process. Lloyd can literally control energy, it's not a stretch to claim he could probably kill someone using that ability.

But hemokinesis/blood manipulation is too powerful??

[over-the-time-flow]

Hey! I’m Hanbei, and this is the start of Over the Time Flow, my Super Robot Wars R screenshot let’s play!

I’ve always wanted to do a SRW screenshot let’s play, having read the LPArchive Alpha Gaiden let’s play during my formative years, and the more i’ve thought about it, the more i think Tumblr’s format might actually be conducive for an attempt!

With SRW R being untranslated, I will be translating the plot. For the most part though, this won’t be an exhaustive line by line translation except for particularly impactful lines or exchanges. Think less Tobias Grant’s Alpha Gaiden Let’s Play, and more Brunom1’s LPs.

Much like the LPs I'm taking inspiration from, I'll also be doing pilot and unit analysis as I acquire them, where I’ll briefly cover their lore/backstory, and then appraise them in the context of SRW R itself.

On my blog’s sidebar, you can click START to read the whole blog in chronological order so you can follow along from the beginning, and ABOUT to hear some more about my reasons for doing this.

On update days, I'll schedule my posts to start from 1PM PST and post once every 10 minutes until i’m out of content for that day. I can’t promise anything as consistent as posting every day, especially not once my summer break from uni is through, but I'll do my best to at least not go longer than a full week without an update day. I’ll do my best to make announcement posts in advance to let people know when an update day is coming up!

Posts that have translated content in them will be tagged with “#translation”, so if you’re only here for the plot translation/summary, you can filter for that specifically. Posts dedicated to analyzing pilots/units will have the “#rollcall” tag; posts where i explain SRW R’s (or the SRW franchise’s) system mechanics in-depth will be tagged “#mechanics”; if i have any thoughts i’d like to share on a plot point that deviates from its source, or how they adapted a scene or episode, i might make a post that’s just my thoughts on it, and it’ll be tagged “#srwramblings” so you can filter it out if you don’t want to see them. Finally, if i need to make any sort of announcement, be it to say in advance that such and such day will be an update day, or that i’ll need to take a break, or anything of the sort, i’ll tag it with “#announcements”.

Of course, the funnest part of doing a screenshot LP (and of doing it on Tumblr!) is the prospect of audience participation! And here’s the first of many opportunities to participate, and perhaps the most fun one:

The final stage of this game allows you to deploy 14 units (besides the main character, who will be deployed by default). As such, I'd like to leave it up to the audience as to who will be in our endgame squad!

Simply follow along and send in a request for someone when we meet a character who you really like (be it because you like them from their source material, or because you like what you see of them in-game), alongside their machine, if applicable (the characters who can switch machines are, as a general rule, Universal Century pilots, After War pilots, and Mazinger pilots, plus two specific characters from Nadesico who arrive fairly late) by clicking the ASK button on the sidebar. If you’re a very impatient person, you can also just send in a request ahead of time if you know the character is in the game or if you just happen to like a character like Amuro, Kamille or Koji, who you just know will likely be in any given SRW game without even asking, but if you do so, put a spoiler on the character you’re requesting somehow (such as by running it through rot13) so that i can respond to it, confirm to you the character will be in the roster, and then unscramble the character’s name on the list when they get formally introduced.

Do note that some characters won’t stick with you the whole way through, but if they truly don’t stick with you to the end in any shape or form, I'll point it out when I do their character analysis, so that nobody gets TOO excited about them.

If you send a character request through the ASK button, make sure not to do it anonymously, as I don't want to risk anybody double dipping. One character per person, please!

I don’t know how much (if any!) attention this LP will get, so i have no clue if i’ll have a full 14-character roster loaded by like chapter 5 or if i’ll get to the final stage with like 3 units in tow, but if against all odds this blows up and our roster caps out, you can still ask for a specific unit you want to see more of and i’ll do my best to show them off if only for a stage or two!

With all that out of the way, here’s the roster as it stands:

1. Judau - Full Armor ZZ Gundam (by @shoudesuka-mechadork)

2. Kamille - Mass-Produced v Gundam (by @tearsoftime0086)

3. Nxvgb - Uvtu Zbovyvgl Oynpx Fnenan (by @baldiosenjoyer) (spoilered)

4. Qbzba - Tbq Thaqnz (by @silentally) (spoilered)

5. Urreb - Thaqnz Jvat Mreb Phfgbz (by @mattman324) (spoilered)

6. Tnv Qnvtbhwv - Nrfgvinyvf (by @xgameoverx) (spoilered)

7. Garrod - Thaqnz Qbhoyr K (by @fire-bomber) (spoilered)

8. Arb Trggre Grnz - Fuva Trggre Ebob (by @accept-the-multiverse) (spoilered)

9. Sbhe - Mrgn Thaqnz (by @dayswhenibelieved) (spoilered)

10. Xvat fvoyvatf - Grknf Znpx (by anonymous)  (spoilered)

11.

12.

13.

14.

And i think that just about covers everything! I hope you’ll follow along and enjoy the LP! I should set up the MC gender decision poll roughly half an hour after this post goes live, so i hope people join in! Who knows, if this somehow takes off maybe i’ll do other games in the future. I’d love to be able to help other SRW fans understand games despite the language barrier.

[i-still-got-love-for-you]

Sparks Fly

Jason Grace x gn!reader

545 words

cw: this is literlly just fluff, im 95% sure its completely gender neutral, potential verb tense errors but those might just bother me, dont know if this is a blurb or a drabble

a/n: hello! breaking the posting schedule to bring you the first written fic i've made for any fandom other than tvd. i would love to hear some feedback! dw, i WILL post on thursday, just wanted to kick off october with some fluff!

“There you are!”

The sound of his voice startled you, making you whip your head around to see him. Jason’s shirt was off, his bare chest glistening with sweat. He was slightly out of breath and hunched over his knees with effort.

“Here I am,” you replied, a small smile overtaking your mouth. You scooted to the right, making room for him on the pier. You’d been there since lunch. You had always preferred the view of the ocean to your cabin's activities.

Sitting down, Jason took his glasses out of a pocket in his shorts and put them back on. “Percy was actually hard to fight today. I almost thought it’d end in a draw.”

His sarcasm made you giggle, and he smiled, and you wished you could take a picture. His dimples were the most adorable things in the world, and his smile was so genuine. The fact that he had glasses on did not help your crush on the boy.

“How terrible that would have been. You would have disgraced your cabin,” you teased. Jason laughed at that, and your heart almost stopped. Your cheeks were surely pink now, and you hoped he assumed you were sunburned.

“What have you been doing?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Nothing of note. Just sitting here and looking at the water.” It brought you peace to close your eyes and listen to the ambiance.

“Sounds nice.” A comfortable silence fell over you two, and you inched your hand closer to his with every passing second.

When skin met skin, a thousand volts of electricity swept through your entire body. Your head turned to him, and found he was already looking at you.

Your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, subconsciously moving closer to him. Then, your lips touched, and you were on cloud nine.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into the kiss, blood pounding in your veins as Jason kissed you back. It was all consuming, the only thing your brain could focus on was Jason’s lips on yours.

Reluctantly, Jason broke away from the kiss, breathing heavy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you’d want to kiss me back-” You quickly shut him up by grabbing face and pulling towards yours.

Your hands ventured around his body, moving from his face, to his shoulders. They finally rested on his chest, relishing in the skin to skin contact. His wrapped his around the small of your back and pushed you closer to him, as if there was any room left.

The kiss broke once again, this time initiated by you to get some air. When you leaned back, you could see sparks igniting around Jason's head. He noticed them immediately, blushing and bowing his head. "I do that when I get excited, sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be sorry," you giggled, "It's kinda cute. Makes me think of a Taylor Swift song."

"What? Electric Touch? Call It What You Want?" he guessed. "Wait, maybe I'm your Superman?"

You giggled again, "No, not any of those. Sparks Fly. How do you know those other ones?"

"It might sound creepy, but I always listen to what you say." And with that, you bring him in for another kiss.

[hangemhaiii]

June 17: Gravity (CHAPTER ONE)

Summary: Gerard Way tries to invent anti-gravity via a device that lowers an items density so it floats in the air, breaks their table instead

Word and Character Count: 1,342 words + 7,323 characters

Story (see below):

Ahh, Summer, a simple moment of pure joy for children, and a moment of pain for everyone else, a time where the sun decides to be a little more hotter than anyone can bear, at least in western side, anyway. For probably most of New Jersey, nobody likes the heat, and would prefer to stay inside, or maybe go to other states like Florida to see Disney land, or go to the millions of beaches. Well, for Gerard, he takes this as an opportunity to act out on his many hypotheses and ideas in the world of science! And the fact it rains and storms a bit more often now is just fantastic, a great opportunity to possibly try out an idea they've been thinking about for a while: can there be life after death?

Oh? You thought there was going to be a scene where Gerard finds a dead body and tried to revive it using lightning? No, no, not even Gerard is that crazy, nor that sick of a person to do that stuff, at least, not yet. No, Gerard couldn't handle doing such a thing to anyone or anything. So, instead, they put that thought aside and decided to tackle onto another thought he'd been thinking about: could you, hypothetically, have a room that has almost little to no gravity in it? Yes, perhaps NASA has done something similar with the 'Zero-G Experience', but that involves going pretty high up. No, Gerard didn't just wanna go on an expensive plane trip in order to do that, he wanted to find a way to completely get rid of gravity, or float, with no need of going to higher altitudes and/or going to a different atmosphere of the Earth, or at least, make it in such a way where you can float in it, with no need of ropes or anything, just from a flick of a switch and boom: you're floating!

Aside from probably the very high cost of being able to do this with the electricity bill and all that, there would be a big issue standing in their way, and thus preventing them from just doing it mindlessly: oxygen. Of course, Gerard is human, and therefore most likely alive, so they'd need oxygen in order to live, however, when there's little to no gravity, there's nothing keeping the oxygen in, thus he would suffocate. So, because of that, he postponed making the idea of a room with no gravity, and focused on maintaining oxygen in a place that does not hold that specific chemical.

After many hours of thinking, throwing away papers with hypothetical plans, Gerard sighed, deciding to give up on the idea of a room with no gravity. Okay, so, no anti-gravity rooms, and definitely no bringing back the dead, what else? Let's see.. Wait a minute, there might be something that's possibly and risk free! Reversal gravity! It's kind of like anti-gravity, except there IS gravity, it just goes upward. Maybe, just maybe that'll be the one that could work, and will not cause any injury.. For the most part, anyway. Well, at least, something of that variant, test subject will absolutely have to be an object, not a living being such as himself.

With an idea in mind, Gerard set off in their study and thinking, looking up and trying out items such as rocks from the moon, water, and many other things. Ultimately, they've come to the conclusion that since you can't really move the mass or gravity of the atmosphere, why not remove the density of the items inside of it, and make it seem like anti gravity? With that theory, Gerard thought of an plan, and went to coding and creating a device that can possibly remove just enough mass inside of an object to make it less dense than the atmosphere, but not enough to practically demolish it, or make it just go all the way to the top.

The reason the latter is a problem is because the room Gerard was planning to test in was very big, much taller than them, and if something where to just go all the way up, they'd probably have to make another device just to get the damn thing down, also because there's vents up there and the item may mess them up on accident. After frankly many days, flipped chairs, and breaks consisting of going outside to look at the ladybugs for 27 minutes, the scientist dressed in red finally managed to make something. Was it small? Yes, about the size of a pocket watch or so. Was it a prototype with many scrapped ideas and demolished dreams? Absolutely, but regardless, Gerard finally got something to get the answer to their question going.

The device they created? It was like a pin, it can stick to almost anything and stay there, however, the unique thing about this 'girl scout pin' is that it is able to manifest any amount of density, regardless of the object it's clamped onto, so you could possibly have a school bus start hovering because it lacks the density to stay on the ground! It's crazy, and while Gerard thought about it, they were not gonna use something like a car, but instead, they'll first use a pillow, then go off from there. He pinned the device to an old throwpillow they don't use anymore, turning the dial to 0.93, which is approximately 0.363 less than the atmosphere around it and Gerard, but the density is not like a balloon or a feather's, for safety reasons of course.

Gerard gently placed the pillow on a small table, before pushing it off, having it just simply flutter down. It's not the most majestic thing ever, but it proves that with low enough density, any object, regardless of weight, could be able to hover a bit, even if it's for a short moment, kind of like how objects works in water depending on their density. With that small test being somewhat of a success, Gerard went to work with testing, using objects of varying sizes, while still keeping the meter on the device (which he named the 'fall-o-manner') the same, most of them having similar results: having less harsh of a fall, or even hovering for a moment.

With all these tests being semi-successful, the artist decided to go a bit further, and lower the meter on the fall-o-manner to 0.56 instead of 0.93, about half the density of the atmosphere. He pins the device to a much bigger object this time: A table! Gerard was a tad bit nervous, because while it was probably lighter than some of the other objects they tested, it's still a very big table they value a lot, and while they could do something else.. Doesn't hurt to try, right? After pinning the fall-o-manner to the table and ensuring the place they are in is safe enough, Gerard gently pushes the table upward, and it actually goes up in the air a bit, maybe not much to their comfort, but still! It works!!

Now that Gerard had the comfort of knowing the table will most likely be okay, they decided to let the table stay afloat at a fairly high spot as he went off jot down some notes and write down plans for what else he could do. As he did this, they heard some soft buzzing from behind them, and.. 

SMASH!!!!! 

Gerard swiftly turned around, and to their horror, not far from him, was the table on the floor.. Broken, the legs were completely removed and the table was slightly torn in half. And fall-o-manner was smoking a bit, some sparks coming out here are there, uh oh. In a moment of panic, the artist rushed to grab a fire extinguisher, putting out the sparks and, unfortunately, ending the service of both his table, and his fall-o-manner. A lesson was learned from this, a valuable one at that: DON'T PUT YOUR TRUST INTO A PROTOTYPE, EVEN WITH PROMISING TEST RESULTS!!

BURNING VOLTS

Original Publish Date: June 27, 2023

Fandom/Theme: My Chemical Romance, mad scientist

Being Continued: In limbo, may continue. It's fairly old and I feel mild disdain so don't hold onto that hope.

Website of First Publish: Quotev, published on account @/biologicalweapon

Description (see below):

The year is 2006, and instead of being in a band or making comics, Gerard has decided to take a different approach in terms of career: Science! But since they didn't really go to college for science, he can't just go to an interview for a scientist in a lab about stuff and how it functions, that stuff is strict and boring, anyway. No, instead, Gerard has decided to go off the rails, defy the laws of nature, and do things their own way, a way that probably does require a college degree in science or even biology but hey, no one can tell you what to do if you're doing this at the comfort of your home, right? Join Gerard in these non-chronological, yet very much connected tales of the pure creativity of an artist-turned-scientist.

[sieclesetcieux]

Saint-Just's letter to Camille Desmoulins in (May?) 1790

He mentions the Assemblée de Chauny, which took place in May 1790 according to this site.

ORIGINAL FRENCH

Monsieur,

Si vous étiez moins occupé, j'entrerais dans quelques détails sur l'Assemblée de Chauny, où se sont trouvés des hommes de toutes trempes et de tout calibre. Malgré ma minorité, j'ai été reçu. Le sieur Gellé, notre confrère au bailliage de Vermandois, m'avait dénoncé. On l'a chassé par les épaules. Nous avons vu là vos compatriotes MM. Saulce, Violette et autres, dont j'ai reçu beaucoup de politesse. Il est inutile de vous dire (car vous n'aimez pas la sotte louange) que votre pays s'enorgueillit de vous.

Vous avez su avant moi que le département était définitivement à Laon. Est-ce un bien, est-ce un mal pour l'une ou l'autre ville ? Il me semble que ce n'est qu'un point d'honneur entre les deux villes, et les points d'honneur sont très peu de chose presqu'en tout genre.

Je suis monté à la tribune, j'ai travaillé dans le dessein de porter le jour dans la question du chef-lieu : mais je ne suivis rien ; je suis parti chargé de compliments comme l'âne de reliques, ayant cependant cette confiance qu'à la prochaine législature je pourrai être des vôtres à l'Assemblée nationale.

Vous m'aviez promis de m'écrire, mais je prévois bien que vous n'en aurez pas eu le loisir. Je suis libre à l'heure qu’il est. Retournerai-je auprès de vous ou resterai-je parmi les sots aristocrates de ce pays-ci ?

Les paysans de mon canton étaient venus, alors de mon retour de Chauny, me chercher à Manicamp. Le comte de Lauraguais fut fort étonné de cette cérémonie rusti-patriotique. Je les conduisis tous chez lui pour le visiter. On nous dit qu'il est aux champs et moi cependant je fis comme Tarquin ; j'avais une baguette avec laquelle je coupai la tête à une fougère qui se trouva près de moi, sous les fenêtres du château, et sans mot dire nous fines volte-face.

Adieu, mon cher Desmoulins. Si vous avez besoin de moi, écrivez-moi. Vos derniers numéros sont pleins d'excellentes choses. Apollon et Minerve ne vous ont point encore abandonné, ne vous en déplaise. Si vous avez quelque chose à faire dire à vos gens de Guise, je les reverrai dans les huit jours à Laon où j'irai faire un tour pour affaires particulières.

Adieu encore, gloire, paix, et rage patriotique. Saint-Just.

Je vous lirai ce soir, car je ne vous parle de vos derniers numéros que par ouï-dire.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

I found a translation here, which I used as a basis for mine, but there are some mistakes I corrected and I made some stylistic changes.

Monsieur,

If you were less busy, I would give you more details about the Assembly of Chauny, where one can find men of considerable calibre and quality. I was received in spite of my minority. Sieur Gellé, our compatriot from the bailliage of Vermandois had denounced me. He was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown out. We saw your compatriots, M. Saulce, M. Violette and others, by whom I was received with great courtesy. There is no point telling you (because you don't like foolish praise) that your region is proud of you.

You have known before I did that the département is definitely fixed at Laon. Is that good or is that bad for one or other of the towns? It seems to me that it is no more than a point of honour between the two towns and points of honour are of little importance.

I took the tribune; I worked with the intention of carrying the [order of the] day on the question of the chef-lieu: but I did not follow on; I left, weighed down with compliments like the donkey burdened with relics (1), having however the confidence that at the next legislature I could be among you at the National Assembly.

You had promised to write to me, but I can well anticipate that you had no such leisure. I am free as of now. Should I return to you or remain amongst the foolish aristocrats in this part of the country?

The peasants from my canton came, when I returned from Chauny, to look for me at Manicamp. The Comte de Lauraguais was greatly astonished by this rustico-patriotic ceremony. I led them all to his home for a visit. They said that he was out in the fields and I, however, did like Tarquin, I had a cane [baguette (2)] with which I cut off the head of a nearby fern, beneath the windows of the castle, and without a word we left and returned.

Farewell, my dear Desmoulins. If you have need of me, write to me. Your latest issues are full of excellent things. Apollo and Minerva have not yet abandoned you, whether you like it or not. If you have anything to say to your people in Guise, I will be seeing them again within the next eight days in Laon where I will be going for particular matters.

Farewell again, glory, peace and patriotic rage.

Saint-Just

I will read you this evening, since I only tell you about your recent issues from hearsay.

(1) This is a reference to a fable by La Fontaine.

(2) The baguette (direct translation: stick - the word existed before the bread style!) was a very thin cane, very fashionable to carry at the time. You can see some examples here. I'm not sure how he managed to cut a plant with it though... I've never tried to do that lol. So I don't know if it implies it was a sword-cane or if it was thin enough to do it on its own.

He compares his gesture to that of Lucius Tarquinius Superbus who, according to Livy, silently cut off the heads of the tallest poppies as a demonstration to what his son had to do.

(This is, by the way, the scene we see reproduced at the beginning of Saint-Just et la force des choses, and why they changed the fern to poppies - so the allusion would be clearer.)

[urapunk]

(TW; mentions of self harm and vomiting.)

A Gary Smith writing that I made, and'll probably make more of.

People Dont Consider Me a Tradgedy And I Wish They Did

It's funny how alike he is to Petey. He's no different, he gnaws his nails quietly in class and listens to conversations around him because its embarrassing to start a conversation other than being the one spoken to. But thats a lie. He's just nervous and it tastes bittersweet and disgusting in his mouth like straight syrup.

But he cant even get better. He just cant. And so in the back of the ambulance with his snapped arm and new cuts from glass, he found himself crying. Crying for once. He's going to be fixed up and.. And well.. Sent away. Three months they said. Thats an entire summer. A summer in a looneyhouse and then its right back to the hell of bullworth if his grandpa decides to offer enough money. Those same faces. Those same, disgustingly familiar faces that he knows are staring. They're always looking, looking and looking and looking.

The EMT can see the cuts lacing his arms up and down until they get to his upper arm, because they feel even worse there and he doesnt hate himself so much as to make it sting even worse.

But he still does it. Theres atleast 12 cuts on his upper arm and they were all from really bad times. Times he's repressed and forgotten, times that make him want to rip his arm off and grow a new one, times that make him vomit from the anxiety of them happening again.

The lights are so bright in the roof of this death van. They hurt his eyes so bad, and he's sure his ankle is broken or wrist is shattered. He doesnt even know its his arm yet. Why didnt he just get Jimmy kicked out instead? Did he have to take over bullworth? Couldnt he just... Couldnt he just talk.

But he doesnt know how. He babbles like a small child when it comes to his stupid emotions because what are they. They all feel the same, his heart races, his face contorts, and thats it. Thats only how it feels and it will never feel different, and thats only the literal sense. They can either make him feel like hes driving a bumpy road or they can feel like his guts are spilling out so disgustingly in his lap.

It doesnt stop, and when they give him a therapist in happy volts itll still be the same. His therapist would ask him questions, like 'what caused this for you,' or 'why'd you do it?'...

'Why'd you do it?'

'Why'd you do it gary!'

And thats when he let out a loud, frustrated groan of pain.... He couldnt hear the sirens. Where had the sirens gone? Why couldnt he hesr the ambulance that he was in-?

He noticed he was wrong. He wasnt in it. He was now in a hospital bed, light beaming through the curtains and illuminated the cast on his right arm.

The cast. The cast that would restrict him. He was restricted now. Restriction is a bitter word. He doesn't like it because it specifically restricts him. Restrict, restrict, restrict.

It hit him that he had just woken up. He disnt remember falling asleep, maybe they out him out because he was writhing too much or- crying. Did he cry? Was he crying? He shouldnt have been crying. But nevermind that. He had obviously woken up from something frustrating him and he had no clue what it was. Maybe its best he doesnt remember.

It wasnt much longer in the day when he was checked into happy volts. He felt sluggish, and he quickly recognized the disgusting, stomach churning 'calm' of medication. His therapists all said the same things throughout those 3 months. Each time he was first meeting them he'd do a survey; with one question that stumped him every time, not matter how many times it was explained. 'Are panic attacks frequent? On a scale of one to 10, how bad do your attacks get?'

What is a panic attack. His therapists all just gave him the same answer, but he was searching for one that really set it up in him. He underatood it, a little, but it was like the knowledge of the ocean. It has fish and is very deep; it's emotional and very scary.

The thin mattress he slept on was annoying, and he couldnt tell if it made his slouch better or worse. He didnt have to wear one of those stupid gowns, they gave him a nice blue sweatshirt and white sweatpants with...

Grippy socks.

It made him want to die the amount of times he tried to slide down the hall only to remember, these arent normal socks. They have GRIP to them. He'd nearly fallen a less than safe amount of times. He couldnt even be childish, he had to be reduced to a 'calm' medicated zombie that felt sick all the time.

The clothes were comfortable though, the bed was.. Okay, but the showers were awful. He didnt feel clean. It never got hot enough to help him feel soft and fuzzy.

And it reminded him that he'd never wipe away the punches thrown at him over the years.

But that was for his therapist to hear, only because she was paid to. He's talk to his grandpa when he got home, but.. His grandpa wouldnt want to hear that. He wouldnt want to hear about how his grandson fought more than he should. That his grandsontried to take over the school and broke his arm in the process, that he fought ontop of bulworth academy and his last name would be slandered now. They shared nothing but the word Smith sometimes.

When he finally got out his grandpa had brought him clothes to change unto before leaving, a soft white tshirt and black cargo jeans, and a dark green jacket. He loved that jacket so much. It was like the perfect shade, the color that was the embodiment of gary! When he finally settled in the car he noticed his grandfather gripped the wheel angrily.

"So why'd you do it Fish?"

'Why'd you do it?'

'WHY'D YOU DO IT GARY!'

That made him wanna hurl. He couldnt stop thinking of Jimmy when anyone asked, but hearing it from his grandpa was sickening. Especially with the nickname he had aince a boy. He always loved aquariums and fish and all to do with fishing, so papa called him Fish, or just... Gary.

His grandpa was met with silence... And it did worry him. A little bit. But there wasnt room for worrying about gary now.

"Fish, tell me." He wasnt spitting venom out alongside his words, but more like a bittersweet syrupy medicine thats overly sweetened, the kind you'd take as a child and wanna throw up after.

"I dont know."

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[restricted-on-13th]

How to Train Your Ghost (still trying to find an appropriate title)

Low-key inspired by a lot of fanarts and highkey inspired by areaper au I found that's pitch pearl in the fanfiction.net. This is my 2nd time writing this idea (since ive been thinking of it for the.....past 18 hours), my draft got accidentally deleted and I am mad (wrote the first draft sleep deprived and running on 30 minutes of sleep, still is running on 30 minutes of sleep, I'll visit this idea back after I get at least 4 hours of sleep and not low-key delirious, yes I still am low-key delirious) forgive me if i dont explain well or my horrendous punctation and grammas, i know. ill just word vomit/narrate/write my prompt/story/thoughts. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Tags: Human Danny (more like liminal but hes not a halfa, he does have powers though but much more altered and weaker for his squishy human body but if its a more ghost power, well, he doesnt have it), Danny Fenton is a ghost hunter, Danny Fenton has a scythe, No trio trio-ing here (Sorry, Sam, Tucker and Danny aren't friends, maybe yet), Pitch Pearl (minor, slight, if you squint, platonic, Idk) Phantom is a dork, Phantom is a sin-ammon roll (.....), Phantom is learning all about Life and Humans (mostly humans), Secret Identities, No One Knows

I found the fic I took inspo from! Do mind that while it may look very similar (probably at the first) I have different plans for mine (ques the clues I left behind and the glaring title) but still feel free to check out their work!

Just Like the Story by Kitsune's Dark Shadow

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Danny probably didn't die in his parent's portal last week on Wednesday, he thinks. He was pretty sure that he was still breathing when he crawled out of the portal, feeling the warm breathe he feels his lungs exhale on the cold ceramic tiles of the lab's floor bringing no comfort to his charred flesh as he stares at the swirling green of the portal, feeling hollow inside as he felt that something was taken from him.

Even though he could feel phantom pain on every nerve of his body all the way to Monday, the first day of school, he chalked it up to being electrocuted by at least a million volts in his body when he unwittingly slipped and press the on button inside the machine. Why there's an on button inside a portal? Danny unfortunately knows how it was mistakingly built inside.

But aside from the near death painpainI'mscaredhelpHelpMe, it stands to reason that for a teenager, such triffling matters were thrown into the metaphorical trash bin for more important matters. Like the A-listers, his studies, space and finding friends cause he's so terribly lonely, just wanting to not be seen as a freak. So it really isn't Danny's fault that he forgot about that one Wednesday noon, he was and still is busy trying to find his place in Casper High, determined to find one friend who would like him. Who wouldn't leave him due to him being Danny Fenton, son of deranged scientists believing ghost exists, the local freak of Amity and the lonely loser of Casper High.

He would have forgotten about it until he woke up floating from his bed, face first in the ceiling. Doing the approximate of a reverse dive into his week and remembering that one Wednesday brought the memories fresh, clear and crisp back to his newly (already) traumatised teenaged brain.

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Soft moonlight streamed down from the covered moon as the dewy grass below is disturbed, a floating glow of a silhouette dashes through the forest. Panting as blobs of green dripped from its wounds, gripping its sluggishly bleeding arm. It muttered "No...No...No.....No" as it ran for its afterlife, scared at something that was following it. Blue lights hallowed in green with little flecks of it across it iris narrowed as it captured and saw its target.

The ghost immediately ducked, the wind whistling as though something flew through the air. The ghost screamed in fear as they came into a clearing, sudden whips of air came and dropped in front of the ghost, effectively blocking it from its escape.

A large black scythe stood in front of the ghost, nothing of note to its design but only the tiny flecks of dark green stars across its blade. The ghost stared at the weapon in fear and apprehension as the moon sifting to the forest below slowly peeked around the clouds.

A shadow hovered and blocked the moonlight as the ghost stilled. Green eyes slowly looked up, following the handle of scythe and stopped at a figure above. Foot firmly placed on the handle of the scythe while still holding it, a boy looked down at the ghost.

Black whispy hair framed the boy's face, wind swept and frazzled from the chase. A long single white tuff of hair was partially hidden by a crocheted black and white headband, a striking difference to his dark hair. Blue eyes hallowed in neon green with flecks of different shaded oof green dancing in his eyes like stars as he stared the ghost down.

His face was framed by the moon as he slowly moved and pointed a modified ecto-gun to the ghost's head.

The ghost whispered "Azrael..."

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Notes:

Danny goes by 'Azrael' while Phantom is Phantom, the only one with a secret identity here is Danny and Valerie. No one knows who Danny moonlights as or that Danny for one is ghost hunting, so no Jazz, his parents and since the thrio aren't friends, they dont know too. I dont know about Valerie, Vlad or the ghost population yet as I haven't planned that out yet. The No One Knows tag can be applied here and his...accident too.

I have plans on Phantom but treat him as an independent character from Danny, while he does have a correlation with Danny (soul bonded) other than his looks being an invertion of Danny's (likes Danny therefore copied his human looks), they're not the same person.

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Phantom: We're soul bonded! :D

Danny (holding a gun and his scythe while staring at the local hero of Amity): ....

*silently cocks gun at phantom*

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Notes:

Anyways, Danny being a ghost hunter doesn't mean he doesn't sympathise with ghost. (He's liminal) that's also where the 'Azrael' name comes. He guides the dead, like a psychopomp, and also protects humans from the ghosts and vice versa.

I have more ideas for him but.... I won't share :)

All in due time.

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Danny was slowly stalking down the road near the forest, brushing his upper lip and his hand coming away bloody. His hands tightly clenched as he gritted his teeth and gave a low snarl.

"Fucking Dash Baxter and his stupid-" he hissed lowly as he kicked a can to the bushes. He huffed as he clutched his bag when suddenly he heard something. He looked around, a bit confused and wary when he saw nothing, he clutched his bag closer to him as he quickly opened it and took out a modified ecto-gun.

One of his latest projects in his sudden venture into ghost hunting, he was proud of how much he was able to customised it to his liking. He heard another sound and quickly aimed at where he heard it, the same bush he kicked the can at.

He slowly creeped up to it, prickles of unease all around his skin. He knew he wasn't a professional ghost hunter, he's still new to the whole thing. The world of Ghost hunters is a cruel and cold place, its either being lucky enough to not find a quack to ally with or lucky enough to survive until you changed careers. It's especially much more harder for an aspiring un-allied ghost hunter that sympathises with ghosts to learn the ropes. No back up and No supervision means that Danny has to always be in high alert in case for a ghost attack.

A melodic tune came from the bush as Danny crept closer. Using the muzzle to nudge the bush to the side as Danny immediately aimed.

He stared down at the wide green eyes of an amorphous blob ghost with a little white tuff of hair on its head as it gave a tiny squeaky tune.

"Beewp?"

[calciumdeficientt]

Could you do some headcanons for Gary or Trent, and my oc, Suki? Thanks if U do!

Yesss ofccccc Gary and Trent will be posted now and ill give suki her own special post ^v^

TRENT NORTHWICK & GARY SMITH HCS

GARY SMITH

Gary…. Gary Gary Gary oh how you were so so so wasted by not being in free roam. I guess if i strain i can kinda see why he wasn’t around because, naturally people would incessantly kick the shit out of him

Biggest gossiper in the school, knocks Christy out of the park. He’s really really good at starting rumours because he knows just the right amount of ludicrous bullshit that needs to be added in order to make people want to spread it, while not having it die off by making it completely and utterly bonkers.

The slouch is definitely purposeful, he thought that standing up too straight would make him look too nerdy so he defaulted to this sort of weird grinch/ dr doom pose, he pays for this decision with really bad neck and upper back cramps but he’s simply too cool for meds of any kind including pain meds. Often what he does to get a kick out of Petey is to crack his neck really close to his ear ans laugh as poor Pete squirms in discomfort.

Got stuck in the Regina George headgear/back brace combo after jimmy threw them both of the roof into crabblesnitch’s office after the final showdown. He was in the hospital for a good long while, recuperating and making up for lost time on his meds before he was carted off to happy volts

Wrote down every single aspect of his plan for total bullworth domination in excruciating detail in a notebook that he kept tucked under his mattress, the first page was entitled “GARY’S EVIL PLAN” in all caps, in a heavy metal font, in red sharpie that bled through the next few pages. He would add to it nightly, and check stuff off when he was done with it. Insanely stupid and equally, insanely funny.

Doesn’t actually talk that way, like at all, its very much an act that he uses to make himself seem all cool and mysterious. He’s only ever slipped once or twice, and then instantly got on the defensive and gaslit whoever heard him (most likely poor Pete) its commitment to the bit that most could only dream of obtaining.

Got in so much shit for his special little bullworth vest, its technically not in violation of any uniform policies, a fact that he valiantly defended against the prefects, the faculty and everyone else that questioned it until they eventually just let him off with it.

Definitely a promising young politician if they decide he’s stable enough to leave happy volts, he’s charismatic, not terrible with words, and just generally immoral. He’s the perfect politician for the modern age.

TRENT NORTHWICK

Trent Trent Trent,i know a theatre kid when i see one. Definitely big on the more modern stuff compared the the older musicals, he just prefers the style of singing a little better, he finds it more expressive. However, he’ll take west side story over hamilton any day, dont get it twisted.

He saves money as best he can and goes to voice lessons pretty regularly, as well as intermittent dance lessons. He knows to make it in Hollywood you’ve got to be a triple threat and he certainly does plan to be a triple threat when he eventually runs off into the sunset to pursue his dream of going to audition after audition until he eventually lands himself a starring role in an allergy medicine commercial

Takes pride in his appearance, every few weeks he bleaches his roots and trims his own hair. He’s the only one that knows how to do it the way he likes, and it saves a lot of money for his voice lessons

Trent is a very thoughtful friend, he acts all aloof to save face but he likes to remember the little things about his friends, birthdays, favourite foods, so on and so forth. Enough to make him look good but not enough to make it look creepy or obsessive. He’s got a reputation to uphold damn it! But also he just wants to do right by his friends

He wants to let people know that he’s a man of many emotions, that’s why acting is such a good outlet for him, its not really acting, its his true self that’s simply being read as an act

Such a big sentimentalist, Trent is a scrapbooker, he keeps everything, no matter how small or insignificant seeming, dates it and sticks it in his scrapbook. He figures once he gets some sort of neurological condition from all the head trauma he’ll be able to look back on his high school years, lovingly documented by his teenage self

He was kinda bummed when Kirby dragged him out of line during movie tickets, he was all for going to see that movie, in fact he’d already found a leaked version of it online so he could look really tough during the scary parts and maybe hold Kirby’s hand if and i mean IF the smaller jock had gotten scared. It’s not a huge deal though, after Kirby had calmed down a little, they went and threw rocks into open windows at Harrington House

Of all the kissable boys, i think Trent is hard to beat in terms of accepting his sexuality. Trent is pretty vocal about his bisexuality, and doesnt really give two shits if people are offended by it. This is a kid who really knows himself, and the Trentman never claimed to be a man of the people, he strives to be his true, authentic self as far as the parameters of a high school bully in 2006 will allow, and for that i salute him.

[hoshi-y]

hiii!may i ask you for Teru,Akane Aoi(male),hanako x reader they reject now they regret it? I mean if you dont want to or vant i totally get it, you can chillax with this request!

I should've loved you.

Genre : Angst

Characters : Teru, Akane, Hanako

TW : None

A/N : MMMM ANGST I LOVE IT, if I'm gonna be honest with you I was waiting for this kind of request HAHAHHAHSHSHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

False Hope

Teru. Out of all people that you fell for. You fell for Teru, you fell too hard that when you try to get up and over him, it hurt, like a thousand lighting volts going through god it hurt.

"I'm sorry, [F/N].. But I don't feel the same.."

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'W-what?..'

You stood watching as Teru gave you one last glance as he apologized giving you back your home made chocolates for him. I mean, the least he could do was keep it. You worked all week to master making those.

Teru walked away from you. Once he was out of your field of vision you dropped to your knees as your bag strap slid off your shoulder

"Why would you get my hopes up if you don't even like me back?.." Sobbing quietly, you brought your knees up to your face as you cried quietly.

What a great way to start your summer break.

After you've calmed yourself down, you fixed yourself up as you slowly made your way to the back gate.

Hearing the gate squeak as open it, you looked up to the sunset hues as you let the afternoon wind kiss your skin.

"Right. I can't let him make me so moppy and sad the whole summer break, I'll be one of those bad ass koreans after break up I see on my K-dramas!" You cheered cheering yourself up

"Right.. Right, this rejection is just an experience.. O can find someone better.." You mumbled as you walked home

4 months of summer break passed and let's just say, you look WAY different than you did before. Not that I'm saying that you should change yourself for the guy you like, just be yourself.

But what 'LIKE?'

"UWAAHHH, [F/N] I love your hair!! Such a pretty color!!" Yashiro, your best friend says as she touches your hair "So fluffy too! what do you use for your hair?! TT" You giggled at her adorable face

"You grew taller too! you're the same height as Yugi and Yamabuki - Kun!" Aoi says as she placed hair watering can down

"You look great"

"Fuwahh~ you got so [Body goal] [F/N]~"

You were flustered with the many compliments you got from your friends, and classmates as they circled your desk

Thats right, You got a whole glow up during summer break, seeing yourself before just reminds you how Teru got your hopes up and rejected you.

If he ever does end up liking you

Its a bit too late for that.

"[F/N]! Someone is looking for you!" Your head perked up by your name being called, you stood up as you walked over to the door to reveal

"Teru?"

"Hey [F/N], its been awhile has it?, come I wanna catch up with what you did at summer break" Teru gave you one of his signature smiles that can literally blast a ray of light into everyone

But it has no effect on you now

"Sure, where are we gonna go exactly?"

Teru hummed as he just walked infront of you making you follow behind. None of you uttering a word, only the sound of your shoes against the concrete floor and the chirping of the birds.

"Soooo.. How was summer break Teru?" Breaking the akward silence, well you didn't know if it was akward for Teru but for you it was at your throat already

"Mmm.. It was alright, went swimming and traveling a little, over all it was quite the fun summer break, how about you, how was summer break for you?" You sat down on the benched as you looked in a distance your eyes landing on the very spot where you confessed, and got rejected, you cringed a little.

"Well.. It was fine I guess, I did some things I wasn't too confident to do.. Like trying something new or improving something of myself, overall I'd say I spent those 4 months pretty good" You moved your head to face him to see he has now sat beside you. Sat a little too close.

Teru rested his arms on his legs as he looked at the ground "During those 4 months.. I was thinking of your confession."

'Ah shit.'

Teru nervously turned to you, he wanted to say something else but Yashiro walked around the corner

"Ah! Sorry Minamoto-Senpai but class are starting and I need [F/N]" Yashiro said trying not to stutter, You stood up and streched your arms up "Alrighty, see you later Teru" You let Yashiro drag you off to steam off after seeing her puppy crush.

Teru sat in silence as he sighed heavily leaning his head back

"I should've said that I liked you back.."

Back there, you could see the regret in his eyes. Not only in his eyes, but the way he talked and acted around you.

Something about that made it look like an achievement for you. Seeing the guy who rejected you and regret doing such things. He was now the one that felt the One-sided love.

It seemed somehow.. pleasant.

Brutal Reject

"How many times do I have to explain and show you that I am not interested in you, the countless of times you stuffed my locker and desks with gifts. Its annoying. " Akane said as he slightly shoved your gift bag in your hands making you stumble a little. "Everyone knows my love and attraction towards Aoi-chan, and I sure hope your head could be less thick to understand that."

You stood silent as your hair covered your teary eyes, Akane walked pass you probably to go to Aoi to confess his love.

Isn't what your doing also his doings? continously confessing to Aoi until she accepts his confession? annoying he says. You also hoped he could be less thick headed to also see or maybe know if Aoi is also annoyed by the confessions.

You wiped your teary eyes and stomped to the nearest garbage can to shove your gift down the trash "T-this.. was dumb.. I knew he wouldn't like me back.."

Your bad luck was rocketing sky high this past week, but of course this bad luck can't always stay with you forever. Good karma will come.

A few weeks after your 'confession' to Akane. Aoi called you and Yashiro by the canteen to tell you both something important.

"W-WOW Aoi-chan I didn't know you took a liking to Hiroshi-senpai" You and Yashiros mouth agape as Aoi hugged Hiroshi's arm "Mhm! Akiro and I have been exchanging letters for awhile now, so we decided to talk and now here we are~" Aoi giggled as Akiro lovingly holds her hand

"wahhh~ I'm so jealous~" Yashiro says as she cups her cheeks

"Dont worry Nene-chan! someone will definitely ask you out! oh and you too [F/N]~"

"Pshhh... Nah I don't think so"

You saw a bit of red off the corner of your eye. Without being obvious you moved your eyes to the side to see Akane with clenched fists as his head was hung low

'He just can't get enough of her now can he'

"Ah! Akane-kun! meet Akiro, my boyfriend~" You and Yashiro turned to look at him as he forced a smile and shook his hand "Ah, you must be Aoi Akane, I'm Hiroshi Akiro it's a pleasure to meet you"

"Sure is.."

"We should eat before the bell rings—"

"AH MY BENTO I LEFT IT IN THE CLASSROOM"

Surely, but slowly. You were getting over Akane day by day, you even got yourself a little glow up. Not too much just a few changes with yourself to satisfy this generations preferred aesthetics.

Also, you are taking interest in someone else. Someone who ACTUALLY acknowledged your existence and appreciated your presence. You have been talking to this 2nd year that recently joined the gardening club. And let's just say THEY treat you much better.

Just as Aoi predicted, someone did end up asking you out and you were just over the moon.

"Akane. Can I help you?" You looked up from your phone as Akane stood infront of you in the empty halls.

He looked down as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly brought something out from behind him. It was a box of chocolates

"This.. Is for you.. Believe it or not, I finally moved on from Aoi seeing how happy she is.. And these past few days you have been catching my attention lately.. I always find myself looking for you or hoping I'd see the slightest glimpse of you in the crowd.. But I know you wouldn't accept these because—"

"That's right, I won't."

Akane stopped in his tracks as he looks at you. The same ANNOYED look HE gave you when you confessed to him.

"If you knew I wouldn't accept, why would you still go out of your way to give me these?"

Silence

"I have finally moved on from you. Aoi Akane. And I don't think I have the slightest attraction towards you anymore.. You had your chance. But you blew it. I've changed for the better, now if you excuse me." You walked around him stopping beside him

"Someone, has asked me out. Someone, who actually appreciates my efforts to let them know im interested in them. Wether they don't like me the same way I do, They still made the effort to make sure my efforts and hard work don't go to waste."

As you walked off to change your shoes, Akane slowly turned around to see you and that 'someone' you were talking about chatting happily. He watched as you two left school grounds hand in hand, with the most loving aura.

"That should've been me..." Akane says as his voice cracks a little, silently sobbing in the empty halls.

Feelings Played

You have liked Hanako for a REALLLYY long time, You met him when you were still in your first years of middle school!

You were the first to meet him.

The first to get to know him.

The first ever friend he became.

His first ever.. Lover?..

No.. No..

If you were first.. How come you ended up in Second Place?.

"[F/N].. I.. Can't accept this because I don't feel the same way.."

'What?..'

You watched as Hanako gently place your handwritten letter to him back in your hands

Looking at the letter in your hand, you chocked back your tears. "H-hey.. What about those times you said I'd make a good S/O?.. or those times you'd flirt with me.."

"[F/N] I'm sorry.. I.. Didn't mean any of.. those.." His voice going into a whisper. Like that would help not to make your heart shatter into a million pieces?

You clenched your uniform, trying so hard not to cry infront of him. you didnt wanna let him see how vulnerable you were. But isn't it okay to feel vulnerable? after he got your hopes up? how he played with your feelings leading you into something else?

The rustling of trees or the light sounds of cars in the distance was all that the two of you heard as none of you exchanged anymore words

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"Well.. That's fine.. Atleast I can move on easy right?" You 'joked' hoping you could make this less akward for him "I'll still be your friend, Hanako.. Some mere confession and you rejecting me isn't something that can instantly tear me down, it's just a phase. I can get over it."

'No you can't.'

"Your crying, [F/N].." Worried laced Hanako's voice as warm tears slid down your face. You immediately wiped it "Something just got into my eye, so weren't you just telling me 3 days ago that you liked someone? It's Yashiro isn't it ahhh I knew you had good eyes" Why would you say that? Please no more.. You didn't wanna hear it—

"Yeah.. Actually, I've liked her for awhile now.. She's very cute.. And very huggable too.."

Your heart broke into a million more pieces. I'm surprised you haven't broken down right there and then.

"A-ah.. Really? I'm sure she likes you too! I saw the way you and her interact, you two looked so cute~"

'No.. Stop it..'

"Really? I'm planning on asking her on Friday.." Hanako's cheeks dusted in pink, as Yashiro is probably floating around his mind

'Go home.. go home.. hide.. '

"I just remembered.. I have to help my parents pack up for their trip back abroad! I might.. Visit or drop by during the 3 week break" You mustered up a smile. You didn't wanna hear anymore as soon as you heard him say his farewells, you immediately went out the back gate. When the school was nowhere near your sights. You ran. You ran as fast as you could, your backed up tears finally escaping

"I thought it would be me.." You hiccuped as you slowed down "I thought you liked me.." Desperately wiping your tears off as it keeps coming back.

"Why would you play with my feelings like that you jerk.."

Hanako hasn't seen you visit during the first week. Maybe you were just taking time off because of the.. Yeah..

Second week, Still no sign of you.. He was getting worried

He really needed to clear his mind.

The third week, you still haven't showed up.. He was getting quite lonely in the bathroom..

Finally, the 3 week break was finally over and he was FINALLY gonna see you again. It's not like he was that lonely.. Yashiro and Kou visited in between those breaks, and in between those breaks something happened.

You dread as you looked at the school gates. Walking up to the gate and opening it, a hand grabbed yours. Looking up it was Hanako. The very person you didn't wanna see at the moment.

"I knew I'd see you here..." He tried bringing you in for a hug but you avoided it "a-ah Hanako stop, I'm.. Sick.."

"And I can't get sick, you didn't visit me during those 3 weeks you know.. I was lonely~" He tried again but you rejected again

"Hanako.. I have to pass something important to Tsuchigomori-Sensei" Making up an excuse to avoid his affection

"I'll tag along! I need to meet with him anyway"

"Hanako please I just want to be alone!" Hanako went silent. He has never seen you get so angry. "[F/N].."

"Just.. Don't touch me.. Hanako.." He let go of your hand as you hugged yourself. "[F/N] your having a panick attack—"

"So, What have you been doing during the 3 week break."

You wanted to change the topic and not center your outburst towards him earlier.

"About that, I.. Finally confessed to Yashiro.." Really.. You're gonna get your heart broken first thing in the morning. "And what did she say? Did she like you back?" Hanako was silent for a moment starring off into a distance, He shook his head no

"No.. She.. Didn't like me back." Hanako mumbled, but you heard it too clear. "She said she took a liking to someone else. But I don't get it.. The kisses on the cheek and the hugging.."

"Did she just play with my feelings?.."

"So you finally know how it feels." That jabbed Hanako with guilt. Looking back at what he did, it was the same on what Yashiro did to him

Both of you got your feelings played

You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here.. I planned to show you three this together but I guess since the air between you and Yashiro might be too tense, I'll show you first" giving Hanako the paper, he unfolded it reading the contents inside

and just like that, his whole world just dropped immediately.

"Your... Your moving to the States?.." His voice cracked

"Yeah. My parents were frequently traveling in and out of the country because their work was really doing great, they didn't want me to get used to only seeing them once or twice a month." grabbing the paper back putting it inside your bag

Hanako didn't want you to go. But he couldn't be selfish because of his own needs. You were his first friend, BEST friend.. Supposedly first lover too, but who were you to imagine that?

"I should get going.. I have to show this to Tsuchigomori-Sensei.." Walking past him he grabbed your hand, facing him, he was about to cry his whole heart out "C-can we atleast spend time before you leave?.."

Gently removing his grip around your hands "I can't Hanako.. This is my final day here in Japan.. The reason I couldn't visit you during the 3 week break was because I was packing.. and well.."

"Moving on from you."

Hanako finally let you go, you took one last glance at him before going up the faculty room and giving your letter to your adviser, letting him know that you will no longer be a student at Kamome Academy.

As for Hanako.. He didn't take this news very well. He broke down crying, I mean who wouldn't? Imagine if you were a ghost and your very special someone moves to somewhere else with no form of communication

'Special Someone..'

Hanako gasped for air as his eyes were now puffy and was leaking warm tears, He sat down on the ground as he hugged himself

"I regret.. Everything that I've done to you.. Everything.. Is this karma for the things I've done to you?.. " Wiping his tears

"I should've loved you back.."

Enjoyed every last bit, ty for requesting this <3

I saw a few error mistakes but I'll fix them later I have to go to school 💀

[kaiserouo]

Another warframe ramble, because why not ive been playing this game the entire day

I dont really wanna farm brave weapons in d2 and i only do daily missions now in apex so. Welp. Warframe is a choice i guess.

Rushing to uranus is troublesome. Its also not really a straight path because of all the junction missions that tells you to go somewhere else. Why do i even have to go to europa just get me to saturn--

Public void fissure excavation is probably the best level farm ive found. Since you get full attrition from teammate kills you can literally just stand still and watch those mr20+ players slice through everything. Its not like my attack does anything compared to theirs though. At least i can pick batteries i guess. Also solves my credit problems, like, 100000 attritions for each weapons and 80000 credits in like 20 or 30 minutes? Shouldve done it yesterday.

Also looked through some other stuff in game. Still dont know what syndicate does but i guess if theres experience to farm i better join one now. Featured dojo cant replicate blueprints so probably have to join a random clan. I dont wanna spend more time doing random researches but also i dont know how long ill stay in this game. I think its kinda bad if i actually get into one and delete the game a few days later? Idk im bad at dealing with people and social interactions

Probably gonna get volt if i do get in one. I maxxed out excalibur like yesterday so todays warframe attrition is basically all wasted. Well i guess for the next few days also because apparently it takes 3.5 days to craft a warframe???? Almost as long as the time since ive played the game

Why volt? Because i like volt smg in apex. Yes that is kinda random, but dont expect me to go through all like 56 frames there is on the wiki. Weird that volt also has a horn but his design didn't really make me go crazy like how excals did.

Would probably start pressing x for interaction in d2 and slide jump without waiting for the slide speed boost cooldown in apex.

[bomikalover]

What order do you think their super hero personas followers would be in

(Add captain man and kid danger)

#1: Brainstorm- 2-3 million followers

He’s the it superboy at the moment. He got 1,000 girls to go on a date with him for CHARITY. He’s heroic, sweet, chraritable, good looking, one half of a super powered couple, and part of a super team. He’s got all the qualities of a great hero so ppl follow.

#2: Kid Danger- 1 million followers

He’s pretty popular but I think as he got older and moved to dystopia as a official superhero, he’s lost his sense of heroism. So he lost followers with it.

#3: Volt- 750,000 followers

She’s cool and mysterious. Ppl love that lol

Plus her red color really makes her stand out and her powers are definitely the most eye catching. Everyone wants to be her and be with her. I also think she has drama or beef with other supers/villains that made her gain and lose followers.

#4: Shoutout- 500,000 followers

She’s the definition of a hero. Her fans follow her for her charitable deeds but also her superhero do’s and dont’s mini series she posts. She's one half of a super couple (like i said for brainstorm) so that gains her some fans. but i don't think she has anything truly grasping to bring in more fans and i don't think she would be as popular as the 3 i listed before her. Shes in the middle of the road as far as popularity goes and she doesn't mind.

#5: Awol- 250,000 followers

Besides being in that Cat Magazine, he isn't as popular his fellow members. i do think that after the magazine he gained a load of followers but we didn't see the impact of that so I'm keeping his follower count low. He doesn't post often since Awol doesn't believe in social media and thinks its a drug lol

#6: Lil Dynamite- 100,000 followers

he's one of the newest superheroes and a new addition to DF. he still has time to grow. but once the news leaked that a hero's dad was a villain. that created a but-load of followers and drama. He's offline as of the moment and doesn't plan on getting back on.

#7: Captain Man- 50,000

he's old now so he got nobody following him. he's extremely controversial so he's losing followers as i type lol.

[sadalmostlesbian]

Im here on my knees for the ask game to you talk abt Medical and Other Various Debts 😔🙏

AHHHH thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked that fic and I'm SO excited to talk about it!

My favorite scene

My favorite scene to write was honestly the scene between Sejanus and Marcus's little brother Donte. I think it's interesting to show how characters are perceived rather than explain, and so I really liked writing Donte's perception of his brother (ex. "Was he mean to you?" "Not really." "If he was he didn't mean to be"). I also just like writing dialogue with children involved because they are often very direct and makes me have to jump through less hoops to get characters to say what they mean.

I especially loved writing these lines:

Donte’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his feet which swung from the bleachers, just barely managing to graze the ground as they did so. “So do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not right now. I did.” Sejanus took in a breath, trying to find the right words to describe what he had gone through to a child. “But none of them were very nice to me, so I left.”

“Why would you want to date someone who isn’t nice to you in the first place?” asked Donte, visibly confused. 

“Because I didn’t know that they weren’t nice. People didn’t… like me very much when I was growing up. So anyone who wasn’t rude to my face, I thought they were nice. I thought that they liked me. And when nobody likes you, the thought that someone might is enough for you to endure a lot of stuff that you shouldn't have to.”

Donte nodded solemnly, and placed a hand over his own. “I like you.”

“Thank you,” said Sejanus, swallowing down the painful lump that had started to form in his throat. “I like you too.”

My favorite chapter

My favorite chapter is chapter three! That's when things finally start happening for these two in a more concrete sense, and there are a lot of aspects of that chapter that I adored writing.

Hardest scene to write

I would say the hardest scene for me two write was the scene at the beginning where Lyisitrata says this: “Patient was working on a construction site and grabbed hold of an exposed wire while suspended on a platform. Current between 45 and 55 mA caused involuntary muscle contraction, passed through patient’s right hand and grounded through both feet. Cardiac arrest treated on scene. Patient’s heart rate returned to normal after defibrillation during transport. Blood sample sent to lab, awaiting CBC. Patient attached to cardiac monitor and transferred to room 105B. IV administered for large volume fluid resuscitation. Will continue to monitor.” She paused, and looked back at him. “Is that good or do you need to hear it for a fifth time?”

There was... so much i had to research for this. I work in a hospital, so I had some of the terminology down, but I wanted to make sure it was all accurate, and I wanted him to have an injury that could realistically cause long term problems, and so I went down an electrical injury rabbit hole and ended up trying to convert milliamps to volts by hand before giving up and just using the milliamps measurement.

Favorite character to write in the fic

Definitely Marcus. I really like writing characters that are slow to open up, and I really liked developing his character from the first chapter, where he doesn't talk very much, to the fourth chapter where he is forced to confront his complicated feelings and explain them so he and Sejanus can both understand.

Favorite dynamic to write in the fic

It's an obvious one, but Sejanus and Marcus. I think that at first, they are an unlikely couple, but I really liked developing both characters and forming their relationship into something realistic. I think the thing that ties them together is the care they both have for one another, even after all the years they've been apart. I also liked writing their dynamic when they were little. Because of course when Sejanus is living in Salt Lake, his money doesn't matter, but when he's still in Denver, there is a distinct divide between him and Marcus in terms of economic status. I think Sejanus definitely internalized some of his father's opinions at that age, hence why this interaction happened:

Now it was Sejanus’s turn to laugh. “Nobody gets shot in Salt Lake City.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do,” he said, annoyed. He wasn’t as smart as Marcus, but he did know some things. And he knew Marcus wouldn’t understand why they were true. “You wouldn’t.”

Marcus sat up straighter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you see it all the time. You think it’s normal. My dad says it’s not.”

“I don’t think it’s normal,” said Marcus, voice quiet, almost hurt. His breathing quickened, either out of anger or sadness Sejanus could not tell. He reached out to take Marcus’s hand, a gesture he usually appreciated, but almost as soon as their fingers brushed against each other, Marcus jerked his hand away. 

“I don’t think it’s normal! My uncle died because he got shot! I don’t–” Marcus gasped and Sejanus could see tears forming in his eyes. Was Marcus crying? At first glance, it didn’t look like he was. He looked like he couldn’t breathe, like his lungs had been blocked off by some unknown force and he was now fighting for any semblance of air he could find. 

Why I chose that title

Well, first of all, Marcus is in severe medical debt and his admittance to the hospital Sejanus works at is the catalyst for their entire relationship. Also, he feels as though he is in debt to Sejanus for the way that he treats him, because initially he cannot treat Sejanus with the kindness he deserves. Hence, Medical and Other Various Debts

A fun fact about the fic

The emergency department Sejanus works at is the Emergency Department at UC Health University of Colorado Hospital in Aurora, CO. It's the best hospital in the state and also the one I work at! I'm an ER tech there as a part time job while I'm finishing my engineering degree, which is why I know some medical terminology.