#which is still fone

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Life is okay actually (remembered that tomorrow my Package will be delivered (new jewelry for my big ass ear holes))

[akutasoda]

how do you think Jouno, Tecchou (and anyone else you want to add) would be with an S/o that doesn't stand up for themselves?

Your writing is amazing <:

how do i keep going?

synopsis - you never really stood up for yourself, and as your lover they can't have that whem you're so amazing

includes - fyodor, jouno, tecchou, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, comfort, small talk of being taking advantage of, brief mentions of bullying, threats, wc - 691

a/n: ahhh tysm anon! all i could think about when writing this was 'they asked for no pickles' im so sorry

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪fyodor wasn't exactly know for his communication skills, he preferred to be left to his own devices but he would absolutely not tolerate someone talking down on him or trying to take advantage of him. and same would go for you.

↪you were part of a very exclusive group, even more so as his lover, to see the slight softer side he normally kept shadowed away. and seeing youe hesitance to stand up for yourself in any given scenario kind of ticked him the wrong way. you were practically perfect as can be in his eyes why do you tolerate it?

↪he's not the greatest when it comes to emotions but would try his hardest to understand why you would let that happen, whatever the reason would support you in his own weird way. would try and convince you to atleast try to stand up for yourself once.

↪he wouldn't, or try his hardest not to, intervene unless it got bad or really started to annoy him. and would understand if you don't talk about it with him, again he wasn't that good with emotions either. although you seemed to notice that you were left alone more often. weird, almost as if something scared them away huh.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪very confident person definitely and would absolutely not stand people trying to take advantage of him. so seeing you letting it happen and not sticking up for yourself would leave him confused and slightly annoyed. not at you however.

↪he would kind of understand why you might let it happen but would want to try and encourage you to stick up for yourself. sure he could do it for you and sometimes he would but he knows that you're amazing and more than capable of sticking up for yourself.

↪death glares and threats. he isn't the interrogation specialist for nothing. eventually you might start to notice a decrease in things bothering you, and if you know it's him you might have to tell him to stop before he gets in trouble.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪he may not be the most vocal person, opting to stay quiet for some time but that doesn't mean he wouldn't stand up for himself. so seeing you not standing up for yourself and either letting people make fun of you or take advantage of your kind nature would confuse him.

↪why wouldn't you want to stand up for yourself? and maybe not until you would open up to him would he realise why. or he would figure it out on his own but wouldn't pry about it until he truly had to intervene or you finally talked to him about it.

↪but that wouldn't stop him from doing something about it himself. if he was in the vicinity, which is most likely, he wouldn't physically do anything apart from send death glares and take you else where.

↪he knew you were strong enough to take care of your own battles he just silently wishes you would do so more often. you were amazing, you deserved to stand up for yourself. maybe he would try and coax that out of you but if you didn't want to do that that's fone aswell he was always there for you anyway.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪doesn't care what people think. he is well aware if what people think of him and he just doesn't care so that means that he won't tolerate them trying to take advantage of him. he would stick up for himself anytime. so seeing you let people walk over you would weirdly break his heart.

↪why are you not sticking up for yourself? he may figure out why if you don't tell him, so he would understand but that still doesn't help in his confusion.

↪wouldn't stick up for you unless you wanted him to or it got really bad, he wants to let you fight your own battles, he knows you're strong enough to. again would encourage you to do so however.

↪maybe if it got specifically bad and you were still not standing up for yourself he would definitely intervene. he might just get a bit carried away.

[callmeajorallie]

This better not be the end

What the fuck was ii season 2 Act 2? This cannot be it. I mean yeah, many plots got wrapped up & all just there's still more to desire, especially with all the questions remaining 3gs was never let out of the closet, we have no idea where Bot is or how they're handling this, & the depressed dyslexic fone with daddy issues that I kin returned to his abuser. What was the point of all this? I mean, yeah, I'll probably bend over & accept it like I did hfjone's ending, but there was hope, but here... Where's the hope? The show's over, everyone's dead except for Mephone4, Cobs, anything relating to Meeple, & the shimmers, Mephone4 just returned to his abuser to suffer more most likely, the shimmers probably have no clue wtf just happened or why everything they saw last time they visited was now gone, deleted, it's... Unsatisfying, & not in the way hfjone was. Now, I'm hoping there's an act 3, but at the same time.. I question, how would the ii crew even handle it? They literally just pulled a thanos on everything that we've known & loved for the past 14 years... How in hell would they fix that? Even if we don't get an Act 3, we can always account for one thing however; Fanfiction! & Aus, we can do what we did for hfjone again, make our own ending. However, if we do somehow get an Act 3, it'll probably start off like this; We cut to the shimmers, who have no idea what the fuck just happened, nor why everything just disappeared, however they do see the final moment between Cobs & Mephone4, which catches their attention & shit hits the fan from there. Not entirely sure where it would go from there, but there is more to be desired with this effortlessly harsh ending... So.. What now?

[osidius-el-enfatico]

NICO'S SO YOU WANNA READ SOMETHING OTHER THAN MARVEL AND DC

hello everybody, I'm Nico, you might know me from being a fucking hater and a gross nerd and I'm here to tell you that you don't have to be whipped around by the big 2, there's a world of good shit out there, we can go find it together. come, take my hand.

The ones everyone will tell you about

these are the ones you are supposed to read, even if you mainly read big 2 stuff.

go on, read Hellboy (here's a reading order list, it gets dicey but I believe in you). go on, read saga. go on, read blacksad. go on, read something is killing the children. go on, read Locke and key

ok, with these out of the way, let's begin

so you want to read super hero type stuff

1. black hammer by Jeff lemire et al.

in the past, black hammer (the greatest supper hero) and six superheroes of his team save the city but in the process get sucked into a parallel dimension, in the 10 years since they have tried everything to go back to their world without much success, but there's still superheroing to do.

2. minor threats by Patton oswalt et al.

one of the biggest villains in the city murders the robin analogue in this world. which causes the heroes to go hog wild and turn everything into a police state. in the middle of it all, the small time villains who just want to rob a store or turn dogs into cats or whatever are caught in the line of fire of a fight way above their pay grade.

3. America's got powers by Johnathan Ross and Bryan hitch

18 years ago an alien crystal of unknown origin fell from the sky in San Francisco, at that same moment every pregnant woman in the city gave birth to a superpowered child. today, all of the babies are used as gladiators in a reality show that can bring them fame and fortune or death. the only kid to be born that day without superpowers is thrust all the same into the arena to fend for himself.

4. buzzkill by Donny cates and mark reznicek

imagine you're the biggest superhero there is, but to get each of your individual super powers you had to consume a different drug everytime you wanted to use it. imagine that this breaks every single relationship you have and you want to go clean. imagine also that the city still needs you. what is your obligation to your city over yourself?

the first two titles are more akin to big 2 comics with an expansive universe and several smaller titles to accompany the main one.

so you want to read a little freak

1. bone by Jeff Smith

go read bone. do it now. phoney bone gets expelled from his natal city from his latest scheme to get rich. in the process he drags out of the city his cousins smiley bone and fone bone, our hero. in the process of escaping the three get separated and each one gets into his own adventures that unfold a dark tale in the valley they end up on. a dark fantasy comedy for all ages

2. good bye, chunky rice by Craig thompson

a small turtle leaves his home and his friends because he feels he has done all he can in this particular stage of his life. he explores love and loss throughout his trip

3. Krazy Kat by George herriman

this is one of the most influential newspaper strips of the early 20th century. Krazy is a cat in love with ignatz the mouse who fucking hates him. krazy's biggest want in life is to get his love reciprocated, ignatz just wants to throw bricks at krazy's head

so you want to bawl your eyes out

1. primordial by Jeff lemire and Andrea Sorrentino.

one of the scientists in charge of the Laika space launch is convinced she is still up there somewhere and is adamant to get her back. at the same time the last launch with monkey is going into space. on one side we see the scientists working and dealing with the ethical ramifications of their work, on the other we see the critters and their limited sentience of what is happening.

2. the lil depressed boy by Isabel struble and Sina grace

the lil depressed boy (or ldb as everyone calls it) is a sack boy like the one in little big planet, but one who is a fucking nerd and likes indie music and bowling, he navigates through life without direction, finding temporary relief in one thing or another, but ultimately a lost souls just doing whatever he can to stay afloat. you will find this under the author's deadname, but after her transition Isabel seems to have shed the veil that made this autobiographical story happen. good-for-her.gif

3. essex county by jeff lemire

this is a trilogy of books based around the area in which jeff lemire grew up in with only a geographical connection uniting them. a young boy has his whole world turned upside down with no one to guide him through it. a pair of brothers who did everything together grow apart and end up hating each other in adulthood. a rural nurse reckons with how she can only do so much for the people that depend on her. this was also adapted for canadian tv but i really havent seen it yet, so i dont know how that went

so you want to read about important stuff

1. Maus by art spielgman

this probably should have gone in the first part of things everyone tells you to read but I'd be remiss not mentioning it directly. it is the only comic to win a Pulitzer, art spielgman tells us how his father tells him his story during the Holocaust. it is harrowing, raw, and gruesome. but it still retains a glimmer of better things, art's father is funny in his relationship with art which give you little respites to all the shit going on

2. march by John Lewis with Andrew Aydin and Nate Powell

yes, the John Lewis who marched next to Martin Luther king. this is his autobiographical account of the civil rights movement in the 60s. it is insightful but raw. still feeling it all in the present day.

3. Vaincus mais vivants. chile 1973 by Maximilien leroy

I hate french people but they're good at this comic book shit. this Tells the tale of commandante Carmen and commandante Miguel, heads of the MIR (movimiento de izquierda revolucionaria-revolutionary leftist movement) before and during the USA backed coup in Chile in 1973. how they had worked before it went down, and how they hid to try to survive the persecution.

4. footnotes in Gaza by Joe sacco

Joe sacco is a journalist who does comics on the side. in this stand out he tries to tell the story of the Khan Yunis and rafah massacres in 1956 through interviews with palestinians alive at the time, while interweaving the current (to 2003) situation in rafah. another account of the monster that is Israel and the resilience of the Palestinian people.

so you want to laugh

1. the tick by Ben endlund

you have seen the cartoon. the tick is a dumbass who is also the biggest hero in naked city. go read this shit, just pick up whatever volume you find, continuity isn't really a thing here

2. imagine agents by Brian Joines and bachan

this is basically men in black but instead of aliens they have to control and keep the people from knowing about the reality of imaginary friends kids abandon and how they can get out of control. it's so stupid

so you want to read a western

1. east of west by Jonathan hickman and Nick dragotta

much like in reality, the USA is a dystopian land but in this book there's also science fiction. and the only begins that can save that shit hole are the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

2. Shaolin cowboy by Geoff Darrow

like east of west, this mixes science fiction with western. but this is pretty simple. he's a Shaolin monk who is also a cowboy, and he has to get out of situations. one time it was a flying shark, another one it was zombies. and so on and so forth *zizek voice*

3. six gun gorilla by Simon spurrier and Jeff stokely

in a world colonized in the future after earth was ran dry of respurces by greed, one single gunslinger tries to bring order to the land. he happens to be a biologically enhanced gorilla

so you want to get experimental

jimmy corrigan: the smartest kid on earth by chris ware

simply put, this shit is the house of leaves of comics. some dude get the opportunity to meet his dad for the first time at the age of 36. its simple enough but this takes you for a visual ride.

2. asterios polyp by david mazzuchelli

again, this story is simple enough. a professor gets his house torched by thunder and escapes the city to star anew somewhere else. but you get the story told by people who dont exist, jumping between past and present.

3. almost silent by jason

jason's stories are pantomime. his anthropomorphic characters dont emote too much, but you can feel them. this collection of stories focuses on his stories that have almost no dialogue at all.

so you want gays

are you listening? by tillie walden

this isnt a love story. but it is a story of connection and deep understanding, of someone else and yourself. theres also a magical cat in it.

2. laura dean keeps breaking up with me by mariko tamaki and rosemary valero-o'connell

laura dean is the protagonist's on again, off again girlfriend. she is also a cunt. freddy keeps distancing herself from her circle due to laura's games and manipulation. but she has to learn how to keep herself afloat in this vortex.

shit you need to read because its important to the art form

a contract with god by will eisner

this is the originator of the term graphic novel. its a triology of stories which are in the vein of a lot of eisner's comics, simple pictures of life in a jewish neighborhood in new york. but told with such mastery of the craft that they pull you in like nothing else.

2. calvin & hobbes by bill watterson

yeah, yeah. i know. you know calvin and hobbes. you love calvin and hobbes. go read the whole thing from start to finish tho, go do it right now.

3. hicksville by dylan horrocks

this is universailly described as a love letter to comics as a medium. it tells you a biographical account of dylan horrocks life. it also tells you a biographical account of sam zabel, a character of horrock's that appears in much of his ouvre. it also tells you a story of intrigue and mystery surrounding the biggest comic creator in the world, dick burger (yeah, thats his name). it is also my favorite comic.

list of good shit that i couldnt fit into a theme and im also bored of this now so heres just a loooong list

the many deaths of laila starr by ram v and filipe andrade

judas by jeff loveness and jakub rebelka

the loneliness of the long distance cartoonist by adrian tomine

un homme est mort by etienne davodeau and kris

el hombre que vino del cielo by infame & co.

box office poison by alex robinson

fishflies by jeff lemire

andre the giant. life and legend by box carr

le retorneur by freederik peeters

elks run by joshua hale fialkov and noel tuazon

just so happens by fumio obata

ody-c by matt fraction and chris ward

trenches by scott mills

[maleyanderecafe]

Honey Hotline (Visual Novel)

Created by: chuiipon

Genre: Horror

Phew, I was really happy to see this game come out since I've been following this artist for a while. It's always really fun seeing people create ocs that are in games, especially now that there's this trend of yandere vns (which I appreciate). Anyways, this is an r18 game and it's a good introduction to the story of this game. If you are interested, you can learn more at @ringringringbananafone.

Honey is the default name, so I'll just be calling them as such.

Honey wakes up after a strange dream in the middle of their college class. They find out that they're going to be part of a group project and Amesy asks them to join their group. Their group consists of her, a guy named Fone and Seon. Fone is a quiet guy who has trouble communicating and writes on a notebook, while Seon seems to be a tidy guy. Amesy suggests that Honey and Fone work together on the slideshow and the two head to Honey's house to finish. The two work on the project together, getting closer with one another until Fone has to go home. Honey fiddles with the slides more until they get a strange recording of someone moaning their name and seemingly masturbating to them. This person sends message after message apologizing and stating that they love honey, asking them to not block them. Honey realizes that with this new phone, the only people who could have sent this message are the three classmates that they're working on the project with. With this, they set out to investigate which one it is. The next day, Honey can go to Amesy, Fone or Seon's place.

Going to Fone's place makes Fone very excited. In his house, Fone reveals that he has a cat named Mallow (Marshmallow), which Honey (and I) enjoy very much. Honey can ask Fone about a lot of different topics like hobbies, what his family is like and why he has a hard time speaking. After hanging out, Honey returns hom.

Going to Seon's place, there is a chance to reveal that Seon is really into anime, which makes him really happy and blurt out a thousand facts about anime. Seon even invites Honey to a convention later before walking them home. Otherwise, Seon and Honey will still have a good time, but won't find out that he's really into anime.

Going to Amesy's house, she offers Honey some cookies and the two talk about various things. We find out that Amesy and Fone are actually cousins and that Fone used to be a very cheerful and extroverted child, but isn't sure what happened to make him the way he is now. Thus the reason why Amesy was trying to help Fone and Honey talk to each other. Afterwards, Amesy offers to bring Honey home on her motorcycle.

After all of that, Honey gets another voice recording stating that they enjoyed their time together today and wishes them a good night. Honey deduces it must be someone who they've hung out with today.

For an introduction, it does a good job of showing off all the different characters, and sets up the mystery of who the person stalking Honey is, though if you follow the creator's blog, you'll find out pretty quickly that it's Fone who is the one sending these messages. It's hinted at as well when Honey mentions that the person sounds raspy as if they haven't talked in a while, as well as when talking to Fone there's the chance to talk about the neighbors, and the recent murders happening, which is awfully suspicious and likely related to Fone. Still, there are other mysteries such as what kind of childhood Fone had to have changed from a cheerful child to how he is now. The artwork in this is very nice, though I'm biased because I really love the art style of the characters.

As for yandere behavior from Fone, there is several that goes on. The first one and most obvious is the message sent to Honey on the first and second day. Based on what Honey mentions about the neighbors, likely is also next door to hear what Honey is saying. There's also the aforementioned murders which are likely tied to Fone, and if Honey refuses to work on the project with Amesy in the beginning, the game will sort of reset, forcing them to be in that team. Ominous messages at the beginning and end of the game also play out, as well as some text files that will spawn inside of the folder depending on what options are chosen. I'm not sure how these breaking the fourth wall things will come to play later as a lot of yandere vns are using them these days, but hopefully it will be a unique idea.

Overall, for a demo, I thought it was an interesting premise. Even though I believe we already know who is the one sending these messages to Honey, I am curious about other aspects of the game. If you enjoy these types of games, please feel free to try it out.

[scarletsaphire]

FAMILY BREKKIE

"Jack, honey, could you pass me that scalpel?" Maddie's voice was slightly muffled under the surgical mask she was wearing, and the all metal walls and floor of the lab made it echo weird.

jack had no trouble hearing or understanding her. "Here you go, dearest!" His large gloved hands met hers, and the glowing green scalpel passed between them seamlessly. "I'm still speechless that we're the ones who get to do this!"

"I know!" Maddie replied. Despite the glee in her voice, her hand was steady as she dug the scalpel into flesh, dragging it across flesh, following the dotted lines they had plotted only a short thirty minutes prior. "To think, we're the ones who get to have the first half ghost on our table! Do you think it'll be any different to a normal procedure?"

Jack mumbled, thinking out loud for a moment. "I'm not exactly an expert on these types of things, but the tools are certainly different.

"Of course," Maddie agreed. "We've already established that standard quality human tools don't work on half ghosts. It's part of the reason he's here and not somewhere else getting this done."

"Right as always, Mads," Jack said. "Unfortunately, even with all of the research we've done, I don't think either of us can say if this is markedly similar or different from normal. Do we have any friends from college or conventions that are in the field? Maybe we could compare notes with them?"

Maddie hummed to herself. "I think Denise did. Do we still have her contact information?"

"Aw, Denise! I remember her. I'm sure we have it lying around somewhere, and if not, we can always bust out the good ol' Fenton Fone Book!" Jack said.

"You always come up with the best ideas dear," Maddie said. She sat the scalpel on the sterile surface next to her. "Ok. We are leaving our comfort zone, so it's time to focus. Ok hun?"

"Hear, hear!" Jack called out. "Fenton Focus mode engaged!"

---

Vlad blinked his eyes open to a ceiling only vaguely familiar to him. He tried to sit up, only for pain to explode down his front, a stabbing, piercing agony the likes of which he'd never experienced before.

"You're up!" Jack's loud, boisterous voice sounded from his right, and Vlad groaned. "Help me up, you oaf."

"Of course, Vladdy!" Jack's strong arms circled under his, and he was propped up against a large number of pillows. The first thing he laid eyes on was the clearly hand made banner, and then on Maddie, Jazz, and Danny standing on either side of it.

Vlad smiled as he read the words. "It worked, then?"

"Yup!" Maddie said. "Your boob job was successful! Now both your human and ghost form will have tits for days!"

He swallowed around the lump in his throat. "Thank you both, truly. I was afraid I would be stuck with a flat chest for the rest of my days."

"Of course, Vladdy! That's what we're here for!" Jack said.

"And we'll be here for every step of your recovery too, however long or short it might be," Maddie moved her way to Vlad's other side, giving him a gentle hug, careful not to disturb his new boobs. "And while we're here, we can go over some of the data we learned from your surgery! Its truly fascinating."

Vlad settled into his pillows, not sparing the two children a second glance as they slipped out of the room. He was exactly where he wanted to be, with the people who cared about him, and tits for days. Both his heart and his chest had grown three sizes that day.

[deliriousbug]

Sorry to ask another request but can't get enough of your writing man😭

Shockwave x Autisticmale reader where Shockwave and reader fight and the words that shockwave said to reader makes it where it takes reader to heart. So, Shockwave gets Soundwave to send reader home and thinks that'll be the last of him thinking about reader but sees that he can't stop thinking about reader (though shockwave is in denial cause of his logic). Up to you on what he does to apologize to reader, if he apologizes cause that would mean he was wrong in something and has to "be illogical".

Shockwave never should have opened his Unicron-damned mouth. He hurt you, worse than he ever could have expected to harm with only words. You weren’t talking to him anymore, and barely made eye contact either. Logically, you would want nothing to do with Shockwave anymore, so he asked SOundwave to take you home. Home, where you belonged. The thought brought unease and another feeling to his spark. He paused in his work when he realized this must be what sadness felt like. 

Shockwave sighed. Should he have said goodbye? He wished that he had. But you were gone now, and he was unlikely to ever see you again. The weight on his spark worsened into a dull ache which he dutifully ignored. This was no time to become. . . emotional. But he missed you already, missed your company while he worked, and the light touches on his shoulder where you usually sat to watch him work. 

Shockwave shook his helm. “No,” he said aloud. “I will not be consumed by something as illogical as mourning someone who is still functioning.” He thought that hearing himself say it might make it true, but the harder he tried to think about anything but you, it was useless. You consumed his thoughts and his spark, and the loss of you quickly became unbearable. Shockwave’s servos trembled and he dropped his welder. It fell to the floor with a clatter. He bent to pick it up but sank to the floor next to it instead.

What had he done? Pushing you away when you meant so much to him. 

For hours Shockwave battled with his need for logic and his illogical need for you. It was well past midnight when he caved and called you. He didn’t even know what he would say if you answered. He was never one to beg forgiveness, let alone have any reason to beg. But this was different: You were different.

The line clicked as you picked up. There was silence as both of you struggled with what to say.

Shockwave cleared his throat. “Hello,” he started. Greetings were a safe start. “How are you?”

“Shockwave. . .” Your voice was weary.

Fear knotted in Shockwave’s tanks. “You do not wish to speak to me,” he rushed. “I understand. However, if this is to be the last we ever speak, I wish to make my . . . feelings. . . known.” He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “My words were harsh, and I only realized that after you had fone. After I sent you away,” he corrected. “Yet I cannot seem to function without you by my side. I. . . shake. . . where once I was steady. And —as illogical as it may be— I have feelings which I can no longer deny. Would you forgive my harsh and unnecessary use of words if I were to mend the wound they inflicted?

You were silent for so long that Shockwave worried you’d hung up.

At last, you spoke. “You can’t heal this hurt,” you whispered. “But if you tell me more about these feelings you’re experiencing, I’ll forgive you.”

Shockwave would have smiled if he could. “I hope you can help me better understand them once you return.”

“I’ll try; for you,” you said. 

[fairy-writes]

Hey, i was hoping you could write a oneshot of Dazai falling for someone who eventually comes out to him as Cupioromantic? (For clarification in case you need it, someone who's cupioromantic doesnt feel romantic attraction but would still like to engage in romantic activities ((cuddles kisses etc)) with a platonic partner.)

LITTLE BIRD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Idk again, fluff, I think? It’s definitely fluffy at the end.

Notes: So I really struggled with this one. But I hope I did the request justice!

I reference my oneshot “Caged Bird,” which is Dazai x Reader, quite a bit.

Also, Dazai-typical mentions of suicide, so beware of that. 

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Dazai really doesn’t know how he started to care so much.

Sure he joked about wanting to commit suicide with someone, and some part of him did, but caring about someone? That wasn’t in his plans. 

It all started with you. 

He had met you when you were both fifteen. You had been almost kidnapped by a Port Mafia member fone rogue with some documents Mori had sent Dazai to retrieve. Why he had sent Dazai, Dazai will never know. But in a way, he was grateful because he had met you.

The attempted kidnapping had gone terribly, with the man doing the act activating his ability and nearly suffocating you with a giant snake. But then you activated your own ability; hundreds of thousands of swallows pecked the snake and the man clean of flesh, leaving only bones in their wake. 

He hadn’t seen you for years after that. When he had, you were both twenty—two years after leaving the Port Mafia and scouring all of Yokohama for you. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to see if your ability would work on him. It would have been a beautiful way to die. 

But when he met you, mentioning suicide was the first thing out of his mouth, and you got very, very concerned. You had declined his double-suicide offer and insisted he got help. He had said no with a laugh and proceeded to become something of a friend. 

But Dazai didn’t have friends. 

Getting close to people like that wasn’t his forte and wasn’t safe for them. Look what happened to Odasaku. So he kept everyone at a distance, performing silly antics to keep them entertained and off his trail. Everyone believed it. 

Everyone except you. You saw right through him. 

You showed up at his apartment after joining the Armed Detective Agency with a cup of coffee and a smile on your face.

That had been the beginning of his fall. 

The two of you began to be paired together for missions when Kunikida wasn’t available. 

Which began to happen more often than not, strangely enough. 

You always showed up with a cup of coffee and that smile that started to set his heart racing. 

Why was his heart racing? Was he having a heart attack? That would have been such a stupid way to die. 

He only figured out what these feelings were when you almost died. 

It should have been an easy job. Just get in, get the information, and get out. But Akutagawa from the Port Mafia had been there, looking for the same information, and had attacked. 

You were injured before Dazai could cancel out his former protege’s ability. Yosano said it wasn’t that bad, just a gash to your abdomen, but Dazai wanted to scream that she hadn’t been there! Hadn’t felt the despair and sheer panic that came with watching someone he cared about fall to the ground, holding your innards in with bloody fingers. 

Someone he cared about? 

Did he care about you that much?

He confronted you about it when you were both at your apartment. He had insisted on holding your bag of bloody clothes while you walked next to him. You had complained, saying you were “100% healed and could carry your own bag; thank you very much.”

“I just don’t want you to strain yourself, my little bird.” He had teased and delighted in how you pouted in embarrassment, puffing your cheeks with air and crossing your arms as you refused to look at him.

Your apartment was, coincidentally, right next to his in the Agency apartment complex. You unlocked your door and let him inside, both of you changing your shoes for indoor slippers, and you bustled about in the kitchen while he set your bag down on the coffee table. Then, taking a seat on one of the barstools at your kitchen island, he watched as you prepared some tea for the two of you. 

A copious amount of honey in yours, nothing added to his. Just the way he liked it. 

You remembered. 

His heart stuttered when you sat next to him, elbows brushing, and you surprised him by leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for helping me, Dazai.” You said, and he found himself leaning his head on yours.

“Osamu. You can call me Osamu.” He heard himself saying. You hummed, and he could feel your smile against his shoulder. 

“Thank you for helping me, Osamu.”

After your tea was long gone, you were both sitting on your couch, and a show played quietly. Dazai didn’t bother to pay attention. Instead, he watched as you played with his hands. His coat was draped over the back of the couch, leaving him in his vest, button-down, and bolo tie. 

Your head was leaned against his shoulder again, his leaning on yours. Your fingers fiddled with his, occasionally intertwining them together or just pressing your palms together to compare hand sizes. His fingers were longer than yours; they had always been long and slender. But you didn’t seem to care. 

“I care about you, ya know?” He mumbled, and you paused in what you were doing. 

“In what way?” You asked, and he stopped. How did he care for you? Was it love? No, he didn’t think he was capable of that. 

“I don’t know. But I just know I don’t want to see you hurt, little bird.” He whispered, and you turned to face him. You looked at him seriously, searching his brown eyes as you searched for the words to say. 

“I care about you too. Not in a romantic way; I don’t feel that kind of thing.” You replied, and he turned his hands over so he could hold yours. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, and now you looked nervous, fidgeting in place and refusing to meet his eyes. Dazai took a calculated leap of faith and pressed his hand to your cheek. Immediately, you pressed your own hand to his and kept his hand to your face. 

“I don’t feel romantic attraction. But I still want to do all the things a couple does. I think it’s called cupioromantic? I’m still trying to figure everything out.” You whisper and look away, but he turns your face to look at him. 

He kisses you that day. With soft gasps and the gentle cradling of your face. 

“I care for you, little bird. I’m glad you told me.” He whispers against your mouth, and he feels you smile. 

“I care for you too, Osamu.”

[thekrows-nest]

Heh. The cage is meant to be somewhere to get kidnapped against your will which is cool for a horror-ish setting.

But I'm gonna flip the script, mix it up a little.

Comedy: How would Krow react to a Dove that refuses to come out of the cage?

or exercise

or shower

Dove is totally allowed out, because it's been well established that they have zero motivation to escape. They also may not physically be in any shape to run.

They just refuse to leave and sit in there with the secondhand Switch/Nintendo DS Krowie got from the pawn store. They've gone full basement dweller and won't do any of the self care or healthy routines Krow asks. They might even sass Krow a bit when reminded to bathe.

Oh man I think I just described Fone <3

Angst: Or yeah, more charitably maybe they're not lazy or bratty. Just like this because disabled, chronically ill, depressed, trauma, or extremely agoraphobic.

I wonder if Krow would be ecstatic and take full advantage by enabling the inability to leave, or feel sad and conflicted enough about Dove's quality of life to try and help them get past it. (Especially if they were fearful to exit the cage.)

Krowspiracy flipping the script.

At first, Krow wouldn't think anything is really wrong. Dove doesn't wanna leave the cage? Ha ha this makes things easier. And and! It must means they like it, love it even? Loves him? Things are fine! He'll do some tests, slowly. Like unlocking it secretly, see if Dove notices. Eventually building up to purposefully showing them he's unlocking it to even just leaving the door open. It's when they still don't really come out for things like getting a shower he gets... concerned.

"I'm... g-glad you like t-the space my S-songbird b-but... i-it's good to keep up w-with hygiene. I-I do have a b-bathroom right over here, t-there's even a tub, y-you can have a bath i-if you prefer. But you need to c-come out."

As much as he would loathe to do it, he will get Dove on out to at least give them a washcloth bath if he must. Do his best to talk to and persuade them how they should come out at least to stretch their legs and get some showers in. Try to persuade them via favorites snacks or food, gifts, whatever. Then feel bad cause then this feels no better than trying to wrangle a dog or a cat. And Dove is not a pet.

For the more angsty side of things, similar to above at first he'd feel some measure of happiness, thinking (or even believing) it's cause Dove is happy with the situation. If he's not TOO far down the rabbit hole, he'll eventually realize something is wrong, albeit much worse than the more "comedic" scenario.

While he wants to keep Dove in his life no matter what, he'd start to feel conflict on what is a declining way of life, and try to resolve it.

...But if Krow is too deep in his own delusions and jealous insanity in keeping Dove (so really the worst case scenario) he wouldn't think anything is really wrong. Off at times maybe, but think that Dove is just as happy as he is.

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Angels and Devils 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Nagisa, Tsumugi

Translator: Mika Enstars

EN Proofer: PitXRoxas

"…I don’t fit in. I can’t align. I have trouble, and everything goes wrong."

Season: Spring

Location: Soundproof Practice Room

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Reminiscence. Late spring during the war era, when Nagisa was a 2nd year, in the Yumenosaki Academy lesson room…

Nagisa: …“fine”?

…That’s, a musical notation. Right?

…The meaning being, “it ends here”.

…On the surface, it can also be read it as, fine (/faɪn/), though.

…With, so many possible meanings for the word, how will one know which one it was intended to be named after?

…“Pleasant”. “Agreeable”. “Happy” “pleased” “love”.

…Mhm. It’s all overrun by the positive meaning of the word, fine (/faɪn/).

…“His” true intention of its name, is the musical notation, as I had read it.

…“It ends here”.

…But then what is he trying to end, and why?

Tsumugi: Um~…Were you on the phone?

Nagisa: …Tsumugi-kun.

…Mhm. Hehe, I was given this thing called a smart fone, so I gave Hiyori-kun a call. I mean, called him.

…There are bunches of things I want to talk to him about. I mean, a whole lot of things.

Tsumugi: Erm. …But the smartphone isn’t turned on, though, is it?

Nagisa: …?

…So, I can’t do calls with this? I mean, make a call?

Tsumugi: You can, I just don’t think any call was going through. But, wait… It did seem like you were having a conversation like normal, though?

Nagisa: …It appears I was having a conversation with, an imaginary Hiyori-kun.

…That would explain why I felt we were having a more established conversation than usual.

…Fufu. Having spent too much of my time alone, I can’t, really tell the difference between imagination and reality, anymore.

Tsumugi: A-Aren’t you a strange one… If you’d like to give Hiyori-kun a call, would you like to use my smartphone?

Tsumugi: Eichi-kun used his pocket money to give me the latest model smartphone, saying it’s for work. I’ve got to put it to efficient use!

Nagisa: …I don’t, really know how to, use it, though.

Tsumugi: Let me teach you then, alright? It’s easy once you get used to it!

Nagisa: …Why is it that you are so kind to me, like this?

…I still, I haven’t yet chosen to join you as a colleague yet, of fine.

Tsumugi: Well, unfortunately, we are already colleagues on paper… Eichi-kun had slighted you guys into signing the contract, you know.

Under school regulations and the terms of the unit system, you guys are currently members of our fine.

I’m the leader, but more like a representative in name only, while Eichi-kun is the real representative behind-the-scenes who does the money management and planning.

And as for you, and Hiyori-kun too, the faces of fine… Or rather, we want you to be our figureheads.

I’ve been working hard to gather as many people as possible to join fine, but you two are the only ones who can rival those formidable geniuses, the Five Eccentrics.

Nagisa: …I’m sure Hiyori-kun can be, although I’m unsure if I’d be of much use to you...

...I assume the reason I’m here is as a means to ensnare Hiyori-kun into the unit, once I’m recruited in... isn’t it?

Tsumugi: That’s not true~! Although you do lack common sense and don’t seem to know how to perform idol activities properly, your physical ability and talent is outstanding.

So much so that it’s comparable to the Five Eccentrics, if not surpassing!

You are a rough stone that will shine once polished. All we want to do is to help you shine.

In the current corrupt environment Yumenosaki is now, you will only become buried and rust. I can’t stand by and let that happen… It would be such a waste!

Nagisa: …Am I worth that high of a price, that you’re willing to pay for?

…No, that’s not it. Perhaps that is just nothing but sweet talk, in order to draw me into fine.

…I am not sure. Dealing with real people, is hard.

Nagisa: …It’d been just me for the entirety of my life. Spent alone, I mean.

…Staying true to my father’s teachings, I have been striving to embody the idols he loved.

…But, it appears that the kind of idols I’d envisioned at my young age, differ quite a bit from real idols.

…I don’t fit in. I can’t align. I have trouble, and everything goes wrong.

Tsumugi: Due to that, you’ve been labeled as a problem child full of eccentricities. If I’m being frank, that was my impression of you for a while too.

But I was able to understand after watching you. You hold no malice within you. You’re not causing problems because you want to.

You simply have trouble fitting in, in this reality.

But you are aiming to become an idol more genuinely than anyone else.

Compared to those of us already starting to war out at the age of high school… You are dazzling, facing directly ahead.

I really envy you for that, Nagisa-kun.

Nagisa: ~…♪

Tsumugi: ? …Why are you doing a weird dance all of a sudden?

Nagisa: …To show joy. I mean, to express my joy.

…Because, I am an idol.

Tsumugi: (He really doesn’t align with others, huh~. He appears stern and unapproachable, but his words and actions are somewhat innocent, with a child-like charm.)

(Will it be possible to turn such a child so distant from this world into a ready-to-use asset?)

(Eichi-kun’s behavior is so reckless too~… Why the hurry, what’s there to rush for?)

(Is he so driven by impatience that he’s losing sight of the reality of the situation?)

(Eichi-kun was born sickly and weak, so his life is uncertain. Just letting the problem persist into the future probably doesn’t seem feasible to him…)

(Still, I feel like it’s a bit too unreasonable… He was planning to set up a match in the fall or winter of this year, once the notoriety of the Five Eccentrics gains traction.)

(But I don’t think we’ll make it in time. Shouldn’t it be alright to just start next year during our 3rd year?)

(And instead use our 2nd year as a time of careful planning, as a preparation period.)

Nagisa: Tsumugi-kun, Tsumugi-kun.

Tsumugi: Ah, yes, what is it? I’m sorry, you went out of your way to dance, and I didn’t even think to stop and watch.

Nagisa: …That is all right. It is up to the recipient to decide whether or not to accept. The favor, I mean.

…More importantly, your phone has been ringing for quite a while now.

…Or, maybe that’s also just a hallucination of mine? A figment of my imagination?

Tsumugi: Oh, whoa, you’re right! I didn’t notice at all. I guess I’m pretty tired too, my attention span is a little low…

Wait, is this a call from Hiyori-kun? Oh geez, and this guy gets in a bad mood when the phone isn’t answered quickly enough, too!

Nagisa: Eh, Hiyori-kun? I wanna talk with him too, this time with the real Hiyori-kun…♪

Tsumugi: Don’t cling to me like that, Nagisa-kun! I can’t answer the phone, it’s too difficult to move!

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[ktzt96-blog]

Lonely Wolf Gong Yuan Zhi

(my journey to you # spin-off)

Part -1

Ten years had passed since the devastating battle with Wu Fone had reshaped the Gong Clan forever. The echoes of clashing swords and cries of fallen warriors still haunted the memories of those who had survived. Among them, the Zhi House, known for their expertise in medicine and herbal lore, bore the deepest scars.

In the aftermath of Wu Fone's attack, the Zhi House, led by Master Zhi, had been at the forefront of trying to heal the wounded and save as many lives as possible. Yet, despite their efforts, only one child had emerged unscathed—a six-year-old boy named Gong Yuan Zhi, the sole survivor of his once-prominent lineage.

As Gong Yuan Zhi grew, he showed remarkable intelligence and a natural affinity for the medicinal arts, traits that hinted at his potential to one day lead the Zhi House back to prominence. However, along with his talents came a stubborn streak and a fiery temper that occasionally clashed with his peers and elders.

Now, at the age of fifteen, Gong Yuan Zhi found himself at the center of yet another storm within the Gong Clan. His recent actions, involving poisoning incidents and confrontations with other clan members, had stirred up old wounds and reopened divisions within the clan.

Sword Master, the esteemed leader of the Gong Clan, faced a dilemma. On one hand, Gong Yuan Zhi was the last hope for the Zhi House, and any punishment too severe could jeopardize the clan's future. On the other hand, his reckless behavior threatened to destabilize the fragile peace that had been painstakingly rebuilt over the past decade.

Sword Master stood in the grand hall of the Gong Clan estate, his expression a mix of concern and frustration as he faced the teenage boy, Gong Yuan Zhi. The atmosphere was tense, weighted by the gravity of recent events that had shaken the clan to its core.

"Gong Yuan Zhi," Sword Master began, his voice steady but tinged with disappointment, "your actions have caused great turmoil within our clan. Your use of poison against your fellow clan members—Gong Lang Jiao, Gong ZiYu, and Gong Zi Sheng—has brought dishonor and danger upon us all."

Gong Shang Jiao stood in solemn silence, his gaze fixed on Gong Yuan Zhi as the tension in the hall thickened with each passing moment. Sword Master awaited his trusted advisor's counsel, knowing Gong Shang Jiao's judgment was tempered by both wisdom and the weight of his responsibilities.

"Sword Master," Gong Shang Jiao finally spoke, his voice measured yet firm, "Gong Yuan Zhi's actions are grievous and cannot be condoned. However, we must also consider the circumstances surrounding him."

Master Sheng's brow furrowed deeply, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Circumstances? He has endangered the lives of our own kin! There can be no leniency for such treachery."

Gong Shang Jiao nodded gravely, acknowledging the severity of the situation. "Indeed, Master Sheng. Gong Yuan Zhi's actions demand accountability. Yet, we must also remember he is the last heir of the Zhi House, burdened with the legacy of his lineage."

The memory of the WuFone battle, which had ravaged the Gong Clan a decade ago, still cast a long shadow over Gong Shang Jiao's heart. He and his younger brother, Gong Lang Jiao, had lost their parents in that merciless conflict. Since then, Gong Shang Jiao had been entrusted with the weighty responsibility of leading the Jiao House, a duty he bore with solemn determination.

As tensions flared within the clan over Gong Yuan Zhi's recent transgressions, Gong Shang Jiao found himself at the crossroads of justice and compassion. Despite the anger and disappointment stirred by Gong Yuan Zhi's actions, Gong Shang Jiao knew that swift retribution would not heal the wounds that ran deep within their clan.

"In my opinion," Gong Shang Jiao spoke, his voice carrying the weight of both authority and empathy, "those who trespassed upon the Zhi House's grounds without permission and Gong Yuan Zhi, who resorted to violence, have acted wrongly. However, we must temper our response with fairness and the desire for reconciliation."

Master Sheng's expression hardened, his frustration evident. "Writing rules a hundred times is hardly sufficient for such offenses. They have endangered the harmony and trust within our clan!"

"The rules of the house have always been copied from a young age, so it's no longer a punishment for him..." Master Sheng's voice boomed, his anger palpable. His words echoed the sentiment that mere repetition of rules would not suffice to atone for the seriousness of Gong Yuan Zhi's transgressions.

Gong Yuan Zhi's response was unexpected—a smirk that danced at the edges of insolence. His laughter, tinged with defiance, cut through the tension in the hall like a sharp blade. It was a challenge to the authority that sought to rein him in, a daring provocation from a young man who felt the weight of his lineage and the power it bestowed upon him.

"Gong Yuan Zhi, what are you laughing at?" Gong Shang Jiao's voice cut in, a reprimand veiled in concern. His frown deepened, his eyes fixed on Gong Yuan Zhi with a mixture of caution and disappointment. Despite their differences, Gong Shang Jiao understood the precarious balance they all walked—a delicate dance between justice and unity within the Gong Clan.

"Do you think you're someone important, and we dare not touch you?" Master Sheng's retort was sharp, his words laced with a warning of consequences. "Don't forget, we still have the Yue family from Back Mountain. We will be fine even if you don't exist."

Gong Shang Jiao's gaze hardened at Master Sheng's words, his resolve steeling against the currents of discord threatening to tear at the fabric of their clan. He knew the weight of their history and the alliances that bound them, but he also recognized the fragility of their unity in the face of internal strife.

Without hesitation, Gong Shang Jiao reached out and grasped Gong Yuan Zhi's right hand firmly. His gaze fell upon the young heir's hand, inspecting it closely. There, clearly visible, was a bleeding wound—a bite mark that spoke of recent conflict.

“You can't take him now; I still have something to confirm,” Gong Shang Jiao declared, his voice calm but unwavering.

Gong Yuan Zhi, initially defiant and smirking at the elders' deliberations, now tensed under Gong Shang Jiao's scrutiny. He attempted to pull his hand away, but Gong Shang Jiao's grip remained firm, refusing to yield.

“Who did it?” Gong Shang Jiao asked, his voice steady as he pressed for answers.

Gong Yuan Zhi hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he relented. "Gong Zi Sheng," he admitted begrudgingly.

Gong Shang Jiao continued to examine Gong Yuan Zhi's hand, noting the severity of the wound and the bruises that marred his wrists. His mind raced, piecing together the sequence of events and the implications for their clan's fragile peace.

“Master Zhi's poison causes muscles to freeze upon contact, so it's understood that Zi Sheng attacked first," Gong Shang Jiao reasoned aloud, his voice a measured analysis. "Judging by the bruises, the other two were involved as well."

“Therefore, before any punishment is meted out," Gong Shang Jiao continued, his tone commanding attention, "Gong Yuan Zhi must receive medical treatment. Then, I propose that he write the rules fifty times in the cell, under strict supervision."

Master Sheng was visibly displeased, but Sword Master, recognizing the wisdom in Gong Shang Jiao's approach, nodded in agreement. His decision was final, and Master Sheng, though still discontent, had no choice but to acquiesce.

The servant's testimony added a poignant layer to the unfolding drama within the Gong Clan. As the hall absorbed the servant's words, a hushed tension settled over the elders. It was clear that the dynamics between Gong Yuan Zhi and his fellow young masters were more complex than initially perceived.

"Our master said not to touch the herbs," the servant began, recounting the events that led to the altercation. "Miss did not listen. When our master threatened to use a hidden poison weapon, suddenly two young masters grabbed each other's hands, and the miss bit it."

The revelation painted a picture of defiance and escalating tension, where warnings were met with defiance and misunderstandings. The mention of Gong Yuan Zhi attempting to use a poisoned weapon was met with disbelief by his peers, who taunted him in response.

"And they laughed at how he could use poison with that hand," the servant continued, describing the mocking laughter that had further fueled the conflict. It was a moment of ridicule that had escalated into a dangerous confrontation.

"At that moment, the master took out his weapon covered with his left hand and shot it," the servant added, detailing the pivotal moment when the situation spiraled out of control. The use of force had been a desperate attempt to assert authority amidst chaos.

"Our master gave them antidotes, but they spat it out, said they didn't believe it, and then passed out," the servant concluded, highlighting the tragic consequences of mistrust and misunderstanding. The refusal of the antidote, born from deep-seated animosity, had exacerbated the conflict, leading to unconsciousness and further escalation.

As the elders processed the servant's testimony, the weight of their decision hung heavy in the air. Sword Master, with his decades of experience, contemplated the implications of the conflict that had roots in childhood loneliness and rejection.

"Sword Master, our little master has been lonely since childhood," the servant continued, shedding light on Gong Yuan Zhi's isolation within the clan. "When he wanted to play with them, they always drove him away."

The revelation of Gong Yuan Zhi's attempts at friendship being rebuffed struck a chord of empathy amidst the elders. It painted a poignant picture of a young man seeking acceptance and connection, only to be met with rejection and cruelty.

"He gave her some beautiful beetles caught from the forest, but they shouted and called him a freak," the servant's voice trembled with emotion, recounting the heart-wrenching rejection faced by Gong Yuan Zhi.

The mention of the lantern festival brought forth a final plea for understanding and compassion. "If it's the lantern festival, he wants to play together," the servant's words hung in the air, After Gong Yuan Zhi's harsh interruption, a heavy silence descended upon the hall.

"I'm the one to blame. I've failed to manage balance in the palace, leading to this trouble," Sword Master acknowledged, his voice carrying the weight of regret. He turned to Gong Shang Jiao, recognizing his steadfast character and moral integrity. "Shang Jiao, you've always been righteous and a good example for the children. I'm asking for your help. Gong Yuan Zhi will listen to you."

Gong Shang Jiao accepted this new role graciously, understanding the significance of Sword Master's trust in him. "Gong Shang Jiao is your guardian starting today," Sword Master declared, his words resonating with authority. "If there's a problem or if there's something unfair, even if you don't want to tell me, you have to tell Shang Jiao."

"I apologize on their behalf for the pain you've caused in the past," Sword Master continued, addressing Gong Yuan Zhi directly. "Now, both sides are wrong and injured, so I won't blame anyone. Instead, if one commits a sin again, this time he must be punished together with the punishment."

His words carried both a call for reconciliation and a warning of consequences, urging all parties to uphold peace and unity within the clan.

Before Gong Yuan Zhi left the hall he glance at Gong Shang Jiao and their eyes locked, Gong Yuan Zhi convey his gaze promptly and bow to the masters, a gesture of acceptance of Sword Master's decision and a commitment to the path forward. With that, he departed, leaving behind a hall filled with contemplation and a newfound resolve to mend the fractures within their clan.

》》》》》》

Gong Yuan Zhi stared in disbelief at Gong Shang Jiao, who stood before him with a flare in hand, offering an unexpected gesture of support. It was the first time anyone had defended him so fiercely, and Yuan Zhi couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions swirling within him.

"This is different from the ones the guards use," Shang Jiao explained calmly, his voice carrying warmth. "If you ever need help, just shoot it up, and I'll be there."

Yuan Zhi hesitated, his mind racing. This act of kindness from Gong Shang Jiao was unexpected, He glanced at the flare, recognizing it as something Gong Lang Jiao, his cousin, often boasted about. It was a symbol of protection and support.

"Master Jiao, don't take this too seriously," Yuan Zhi replied cautiously, his tone laced with lingering defiance. "I didn't mean to disregard Sword Master's words. Thank you for your help today, but you can't just step in as my guardian. If you pay more attention to your brother, I'd appreciate it."

Shang Jiao's expression softened, understanding the layers beneath Yuan Zhi's words. "But I do take this seriously," he insisted firmly. "From now on, I will be involved in everything concerning you. Make sure you take care of yourself. If you neglect it, I'll come to check on you every day."

With that, Shang Jiao set the flare aside and turned to leave, leaving Yuan Zhi to grapple with the unfamiliar swell of emotions in his chest. He watched him walk away, feeling a mix of gratitude, confusion, and a hint of something unfamiliar—perhaps delight.

》》》》》》》》

As Gong Yuan Zhi drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in the grip of a fever-induced haze, he heard distant voices swirling around him like fragments of a dream. They spoke of him, their words carrying a mixture of admiration and confusion.

"You don't even know that the lord of the house was burning with fever and unconscious. Isn't Gong Yuan Zhi very kind? Why did he still let you all stay at Zhi Gong and serve him?"

The voices sounded muffled and distant, as if they were echoing through layers of fog. Yuan Zhi tried to open his eyes, to make sense of the words that floated around him, but his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains.

Then, he felt a gentle touch on his hand and a cool hand brushing across his forehead. The touch was comforting, familiar yet distant. He tried to speak, to call out and ask who was there, but his voice refused to obey.

"Mom?" The thought crossed his mind, a fleeting hope that defied logic and reason. But his mother... she wasn't here. She couldn't be. The ache of her absence pierced through the fog of his fevered mind, a reminder of a loss that still haunted him.

The hand continued to stroke his forehead soothingly, a gesture that spoke of care. Yuan Zhi's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the comfort offered, confusion over who could be by his side in this moment of vulnerability, and a deep ache for the mother he had lost too soon.

As the fever ebbed and flowed, Yuan Zhi drifted deeper into the recesses of his mind. The voices faded into a distant hum, and the touch on his hand and forehead became the only anchor in the swirling chaos of his thoughts.

Outside the realm of his fevered consciousness, Gong Shang Jiao kept a silent vigil by Yuan Zhi's bedside, his hand resting gently on Yuan Zhi's feverish brow, and it had stirred something protective within him.

<<<<<<flashback<<<<<<<<<

Gong Shang Jiao's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet halls of Zhi Gong .

"Where is Yuan Zhi?" Shang Jiao inquired quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he passed by the servants who attended to the estate. None could offer a definitive answer, their uncertainty adding to Shang Jiao's growing concern.

One servant ventured cautiously, "I believe he was seen earlier heading towards the reading room, Master Jiao."

Following the lead, Shang Jiao walks towards the reading room, his footsteps quickening with each passing moment. The soft glow of candlelight spilled from under the door, casting flickering shadows on the corridor floor. He pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.

There, illuminated by the gentle light, lay Gong Yuan Zhi, sprawled face-down across the desk. Shang Jiao worries at the sight of Yuan Zhi in such a vulnerable state.

"Yuan Zhi, you should be in bed," Shang Jiao murmured softly, his concern evident in his voice as he approached cautiously.

There was no response. Yuan Zhi remained unmoving, his body unnaturally still. Gong Shang Jiao reached out to touch Yuan Zhi's shoulder, gently turning him over.

The sight that met his eyes sent a chill down Shang Jiao's spine. Yuan Zhi's face was flushed with fever, his skin hot to the touch. His hand lay limp and injured.

Fear gave way to urgent action as Shang Jiao checked Yuan Zhi's pulse, "Yuan Zhi!" he called out, his voice tinged with panic as he realized Yuan Zhi had lost consciousness.

Without hesitation, Shang Jiao gathered Yuan Zhi into his arms, cradling him carefully as he hurried towards the bedroom. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts—how long had Yuan Zhi been like this? Why hadn't he sought help sooner?

Laying Yuan Zhi gently on the bed, Shang Jiao summoned the household physician urgently. As the physician arrived and began to tend to Yuan Zhi's injuries and fever, Shang Jiao hovered anxiously nearby, his emotions in turmoil.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Gong Shang Jiao sat beside his younger brother, Gong Yuan Zhi, who lay restless in his fevered sleep. The candlelight cast a soft glow across the room.

"Mom~" Yuan Zhi whimpered softly, his brow furrowing with discomfort.

Gently, Shang Jiao reached out and took Yuan Zhi's hand in his own, offering a reassuring presence. To his surprise, Yuan Zhi grasped his hand tightly, fingers clinging as if afraid of letting go.

"Yuan Zhi, it's okay," Shang Jiao murmured soothingly, his voice a calming presence in the dimly lit room. "Nothing happened. Just sleep for a while, and everything will be fine when you wake up again."

Feeling the tension in Yuan Zhi's grip ease slightly, Shang Jiao continued to stroke Yuan Zhi's forehead with gentle, rhythmic motions. Yuan Zhi nuzzled into his touch, finding comfort in the familiar presence leaving Yuan Zhi's features relaxed in peaceful slumber.

In those quiet hours of the night, as Yuan Zhi slept soundly under Shang Jiao's watchful gaze, as he drifted into a more peaceful sleep, his hand still clasped in Shang Jiao's.

》》》》》》》》》》》

"Master, you should rest too," Jin Fu urged quietly, casting a worried glance at Shang Jiao, who had not left Gong Yuan Zhi's bedside throughout the long night.

Shang Jiao's gaze shifted to Physician Jia, his voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion. "Why isn't his fever going down? Are you sure you're treating him properly? If you can't handle this, should I call for Master Yue?"

Physician Jia hesitated, adjusting his spectacles nervously. "I believe it's because Master Zhi has been rejecting the medicine," he admitted reluctantly. "He has vomited and refused most of what I've tried to administer."

Shang Jiao's brow furrowed in concern as he glanced at Yuan Zhi, who lay pale and shivering. His heart ached at the sight of younger one suffering.

"Then find another way," Shang Jiao instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Prepare a tonic. Help me to get him to sit up."

With a resigned sigh, Shang Jiao took the bowl of tonic from Physician Jia, his patience wearing thin with the feeling of helplessness gnawing at him.

"Yuan Zhi, please," Shang Jiao implored gently as he held the bowl out to his brother. "Drink this medicine. Don't torture yourself like this. Be good."

Yuan Zhi stirred at the sound of Shang Jiao's voice, slowly opening his eyes. His face was drained of color, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he struggled against the nausea that the medicine brought.

"Master Jiao... it smells... it makes me nauseous," Yuan Zhi murmured weakly, his voice barely audible.

Shang Jiao's heart clenched at the sight of Yuan Zhi's suffering. Setting down the bowl, he moved to help his brother sit up more comfortably, his touch gentle yet firm.

"But you need to drink it," Shang Jiao persisted, his voice a blend of firmness and concern. He knew Yuan Zhi needed the medicine to recover, yet he also understood the difficulty Yuan Zhi faced in accepting it.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Yuan Zhi made a decision. He motioned for the physician and quietly instructed him to prepare a different remedy, his voice weak but resolute.

"Master Jiao, please... go and rest," Yuan Zhi managed to say, his gaze flickering with gratitude and discomfort. "I'll drink the potion once it's ready."

Reluctantly, Shang Jiao nodded, accepting the tea that Jin Fu offered him. He sipped it slowly, his thoughts consumed by concern for Yuan Zhi. The younger brother, unaccustomed to such care and kindness, felt a mixture of unease and gratitude wash over him. It was a vulnerability he wasn't used to showing, yet one that revealed the depth of their bond and Shang Jiao's unwavering dedication to his well-being.

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"Yuan Zhi… Yuan Zhi got up for a while, took the medicine, then went back to sleep." Knowing that he would fall back asleep before he had to take the medicine. So, I deliberately waited and it turned out to be right.

I noticed that the medicine they made according to Yuan Zhi's instructions did not smell as bad as before. This boy really deserves the title that a truly rare genius has appeared in the Gong Clan.

In the following days, to apply medicine to the wound and to take the tonic regularly, a man named Green Jade Guard Jin Fu, who had a hard-to-nail face and was paralyzed, came and followed him all the way until he finished his task. He can't beat him because he is Master Jiao's guard.

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Gong Shang Jiao could smell blood and hear the faint sound of bells in the distance. His steps quickened as he moved toward the source.

They had received reports of intruders in Zhi Gong, with a failed assassination attempt on Gong Yuan Zhi. However, Yuan Zhi's skill extended beyond medicine; he had managed to take down three of the assailants, leaving one alive for interrogation.

As Shang Jiao approached, he overheard a mocking voice. "Do they send a kid to interrogate me? I thought the Gong Clan was better than this."

Gong Yuan Zhi smirked at the man's words. "Don't forget, I killed all your partners like insects. Now I know one thing: you're not WuFone; you're not from any gang; you're just a lowly thief."

The man glared at Yuan Zhi, but the defiance in his eyes wavered. Yuan Zhi's confidence and sharp intellect had already begun to break his resolve.

"You're not worth keeping alive. Here..." Yuan Zhi said, carrying a tray of liquor with a mischievous smile.

"Is that poison? I'm not going to drink," the man retorted, shutting his mouth tightly. Yuan Zhi chuckled at his prey's futile effort.

"If you don't want to, you don't need to. I have another option for you." He poured the drink over the man, who immediately felt a burning sensation on his skin, even though it was completely harmless.

"I'll tell! I'll tell you who sent me! Please, please," the man pleaded, his voice full of desperation.

Yuan Zhi's grin widened. "Never mind, I don't want to know; I just want to play with you. These are my new outcomes; you should feel honored." He poured another cup on the man, who let out a long, loud, piercing cry before losing consciousness. Yuan Zhi looked pleased with the result.

Yuan Zhi's smile vanished when he saw Gong Shang Jiao. He looked anxious, as if he had done something wrong. Gong Shang Jiao walked over, checked his pulse, and asked, "Did you get hurt?"

"I'm not that easy, Master Jiao," Yuan Zhi scoffed, though his bravado seemed slightly forced.

"I can see that; good job. Then continue your work. I'll be going." Gong Shang Jiao turned around and started to leave.

"Already?" Yuan Zhi was confused; he had expected Gong Shang Jiao to scold him for torturing the man and not reporting, like the other masters would have. But he just left. Why is he here?

"Do you want me to stay?" Gong Shang Jiao questioned with a slightly teasing tone.

"No, it's not what I mean. I... I was...?" Yuan Zhi stammered, his usual confidence faltering.

"I'm here to make sure you're unharmed, not to interfere with your business. If Master Zhi has spare time, I can stay for a cup of tea," Gong Shang Jiao replied coolly.

Yuan Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose I do have some spare time. A cup of tea sounds... nice."

Yuan Zhi smiled delicately and gave the guards an order, "Make sure he won’t talk around about the Gong Clan."

The guards nodded and took the order, glancing at their young master with a mix of respect and amusement. As Yuan Zhi walked out with Master Jiao, the guards exchanged knowing smiles.

"Our master must be in a good mood today," one guard whispered to another. "Otherwise, this man would be dead meat."

Walking alongside Gong Shang Jiao, Yuan Zhi felt an unusual lightness in his step.

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A few month later, the servants from Zhi Gong requested to see Gong Shang Jiao. “What's the matter?” Gong Shang Jiao asked the three standing in front of him. If there was any problem with Zhi Gong, I was told them to come find me, but I thought that Gong Yuan Zhi would never come, but after months, he sent someone.

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"Master Jiao, Young Master Zhi hasn't come back to the house for 3 days now. He went up to the mountain at night the other day and didn't come back until this morning." The man who came in said that like he was having a hard time.

"Before, he only slept on the mountain for one night. That's really rare. He's never been there all day and night like this before," Zhi's Gong housekeeper answered respectfully.

"Gong Yuan Zhi has gone missing; what does this have to do with my brother Shang Jiao? You need to inform the sword master immediately… And why does Yuan Zhi always find trouble? Four years ago, he fell into a well while chasing bugs and was rescued three days later. Then there was the incident with the poison test, where he was found unconscious in the basement two days after that. Now, he must be causing some kind of trouble again."

Gong Lang Jiao, reluctantly granted permission by his brother to venture out, couldn't help but reveal Yuan Zhi's mischievous nature. It was a testament to Yuan Zhi's adventurous spirit, often leading him into precarious situations that kept everyone on their toes.

"Of course, because of the incident, it's not an important matter, so we don't want to disturb the sword master, so I'm asking Master Jiao for help." The physician-leader answered attentively.

"Why shouldn't it matter? Gong Yuan Zhi is the only successor of the Zhi House. His poison skills are outstanding. In terms of medicine, he is not inferior to the Yue Clan in the Southwest. I heard that he is well-versed in martial arts. A child like Gong Yuan Zhi, who has high abilities at a young age, is a family's treasure. Why shouldn't he be important to you?" Gong Shang Jiao looked at Gong Lang Jiao and said, Gong Lang Jiao realized the situation and began to walk away with a disapproving look.

"Jin Fu, gather all the guards and go up the mountain right now to look for Gong Yuan Zhi." After Jin Fu accepted the order and left, Gong Shang Jiao remembered a certain thing: "He might be injured, so please bring the medicine you think he needs." Gong Shang Jiao's doctors were started working as ordered.

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"Young Master," "Master Zhi," "Master Gong Yuan Zhi," and "Master Yuan Zhi" 

The entire mountain was being scoured by all four houses, each employing their full manpower. Before long, calls echoed from all sides, confirming that their respective areas had been thoroughly searched. The groups converged quickly towards the source of the commotion. At the bottom of the mountain, lying motionless, was Gong Yuan Zhi.

Gong Shang Jiao took immediate command of the situation, directing the medical team to prepare while he himself, with rope in hand, hurriedly descended the steep slope. Securing the rope firmly, he rappelled down with practiced ease. Upon reaching the bottom, he knelt beside Gong Yuan Zhi, swiftly checking for a pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint, yet unmistakable, rhythm of life beneath his fingers.

Gong Shang Jiao's hands moved deftly, inspecting Yuan Zhi for injuries. Apart from the expected bruises and scrapes from the fall, there were no signs of grave harm. It was evident that Yuan Zhi had managed to protect himself to some extent during the descent. With careful movements, Shang Jiao began administering first aid, his focus unwavering despite the chaos around him.

Scattered around Gong Yuan Zhi were various medicinal herbs, suggesting he had slipped while attempting to harvest one growing on the treacherous mountain wall. As Gong Shang Jiao took in the scene, his eyes were drawn to something clenched in Yuan Zhi's hand. It was the flare Shang Jiao had given him, now broken in half.

A wave of sorrow and regret washed over Shang Jiao. In Yuan Zhi's moment of need, it was he who had come to mind. "I’m here, Yuan Zhi," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry I was late."

He cradled the unconscious Yuan Zhi gently, his protective embrace shielding him from further harm. As the medical team arrived and began their work, Shang Jiao stayed close, his heart heavy but resolute. "You’re safe now," he murmured, determined to ensure that no harm would come to Yuan Zhi again.

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Although there were no major external injuries, Gong Yuan Zhi had been unconscious for more than a day in the snow forest. The prolonged exposure had caused him to develop hyperpyrexia, rendering him unconscious for days.

Gong Shang Jiao, filled with a mix of worry and determination, never left Yuan Zhi's side. He constantly monitored his condition, ensuring that every possible measure was taken to reduce the fever. The medical team worked tirelessly, using a combination of traditional herbs and modern techniques to stabilize Yuan Zhi's temperature and support his recovery.

When Yuan Zhi regained consciousness on the fifth day after the incident, he opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Glancing to the side, he saw Gong Shang Jiao holding his hand, transferring his inner strength to him. Confusion and curiosity swirled in Yuan Zhi's mind.

"Are you still hurt?" Gong Shang Jiao asked, but received no response.

"Are you hungry?" Yuan Zhi didn't answer.

"Do you want a drink of water?" Yuan Zhi just blinked.

"Do you like porridge with chicken?" Yuan Zhi seemed startled by the questions.

"If not, what do you want to eat?" Gong Shang Jiao continued, but Yuan Zhi remained silent.

Finally, Gong Shang Jiao asked, "Why? Do you feel unwell?" As he reached to check Yuan Zhi's forehead, Yuan Zhi instinctively moved back.

"Where am I?" Yuan Zhi asked, speaking for the first time.

"This is Jiao Gong. You have been very sick for the past few days, so I moved you here since I was worried," Gong Shang Jiao explained.

"From now on, this is your room, and you can come here whenever you are bored at Zhi Gong. Maybe I can teach you martial arts and other knowledge."

Yuan Zhi blinked, processing the information. "You… moved me here?"

Gong Shang Jiao nodded. "Yes. I wanted to make sure you were safe and well cared for. You need rest and proper attention to recover fully."

Yuan Zhi's guard lowered slightly. "Thank you," he said softly, the words carrying a weight of gratitude and vulnerability.

<<<< flashback <<<<<<<

cough** cough**

Upon hearing the sound of coughing, Gong Shang Jiao quickened his pace. He entered Yuan Zhi's room and found him trembling, surrounded by physicians scurrying around. Scattered items on the floor caught his eye.

"Did he get up and fall down?" Gong Shang Jiao's voice was cold and full of rage, sending a chill through the room. The physicians didn't dare to breathe. "And you didn't notice and found out later. Am I right?" All the servants fell to their knees, begging for their lives.

Just as Gong Shang Jiao was about to explode with anger, he heard a soft whimper from Yuan Zhi. He rushed to his side, reaching out to grasp his cold hand. "Gong Yuan Zhi will now be transferred to Jiao Gong," he commanded with icy resolve. "After that, all of Yuan Zhi's personal attendants will be sent home."

His voice, cold and hard, echoed through the room, leaving no room for dissent. The entire Zhi Gong staff was overwhelmed by the authority and intensity of Gong Shang Jiao's command.

As Yuan Zhi was carefully prepared for transfer, Gong Shang Jiao stayed by his side, his anger giving way to concern and protectiveness. "You're safe now," he whispered to Yuan Zhi, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't let this happen again."

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Gong Yuan Zhi decided to take a look around Jiao Gong for the first time and went out. Not far away, the servants were gathering and talking, so I decided to lean in and listen. One of Yuan Zhi's hobbies is listening to gossip. Although, everything they say is right or wrong; it can kill the time in this boring place, so I listen.

"Hey, is it really?" "It's really cool." "All the guards on that side of the garden didn't even know that Master Zhi had fallen, so they were made to soak in that well for three days."The guards from the basement were also kept in the basement for 3 days without food or water."

"And it was said that if all those people were unconscious, the day would be extended." "Last week, the guards on duty at the foot of the mountain had to take off their clothes and kneel in the snow forest for a day and a night.""

"Hey, Mr. Lang also got warned by Master Jiao; if you go and disturb Gong Yuan Zhi, you will be punished; the young master was angry."

"Is that pitied?" "Can it be? The rest of the masters and mistresses are playing together, but he can't." "And our master must have felt sorry for Master Zhi."

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Returning to Zhi Gong, he saw some new servant and fearful looks from all of them. When I asked to do something, the pictures of them doing things more quickly and nimbly than before seem like they are afraid of doing something wrong. What's going on with them?

In the evening, Gong Shang Jiao came to Zhi Gong again. When they saw Gong Shang Jiao, Zhi Gong's servants bowed in awe. Right now, word spread throughout the Gong Clan that Gong Shang Jiao was severely punishing anyone who harmed Gong Yuan Zhi.

"Why didn't you tell me when you went back?" Gong Yuan Zhi didn't answer Gong Sang Jiao's question, but he poured the tea first.

"Does Master Jiao take too much of Sword Master's words, or is it because you see me as a pity for being different with everyone? I don't know what the main reason is, but there is no need, so Master Jiao can stop like this. I promise that I will not cause any problems as much as possible with the good will of Sword Master and Master Jiao. Now that I've made my point clear, I think Master Jiao will understand." Gong Yuan Zhi said it as politely as possible. But what did Gong Shang Jiao, who suddenly smiled coldly, mean?

"Jin Fu, Investigate who they are and give each one 20 canings," Gong Shang Jiao thought was corrected. It's like he must hearing gossip among the servants. Gong Shag Jiao, who was slowly sipping tea, saw Gong Yuan Zhi, who was confused by Gong Shang Jiao's sudden order.

"Sometimes there are times when you have to show what a master is. Yuan Zhi, you may be young, but you are Zhi Gong's master. Including one of the four house masters. Some things exceed your tolerance, rather than reacting. You have to prevent it before it gets too far. Only your side is right. No matter who the other person is, you have to be able to fight for yourself." Yuan Zhi half understood Gong Shang Jiao's words in a calm voice.

"It's fine; you don't understand everything, so I will teach you to understand little by little. For now, take care of yourself first. If I come back from outside the palace this time, I will teach you everything you want to know." The younger one seems more amenable.

"About the servants are you not gonna asked the reason. If there's someone you want to bring back, name them and I'll bring them back." but he smiled and shook his head.

"I have no objection to doing what Master Jiao thinks is good. Thank you for taking care of such details." The boy said with a fake smile on his face, but he didn't hide it on purpose. Gong Shang Jiao thought that was adorable.

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In the morning, when Gong Shang Jiao was going to go out according to the assignment given by the elders, he saw not only the regular medicine sent by the Zhi house but also some medicine and hidden weapons specially added for Gong Shang Jiao, so Gong Shang Jiao smiled. Finally, Gong Yuan Zhi, a wolf cub who pretended to be stubborn and tough, was successfully lured by him.

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Yuan Zhi heard that Gong Shang Jiao had returned, but he never expected to receive gifts from him. In the past, valuable items were usually sent to the entire house, but this time, they were specially packaged and addressed to Yuan Zhi.

He unwrapped the gifts with curiosity, finding medical and martial arts books among them. Beneath the books, a small box caught his eye. Inside, there was a small bell accompanied by a note:

"These can make more noise."

Yuan Zhi touched the old bell in his hair, a grin spreading from ear to ear. The gesture was thoughtful and personal, something that truly touched him.

Meanwhile, Gong Shang Jiao inquired of Jin Fu, "Did he like my gift?"

"Yes, master. Master Zhi was smiling radiantly," Jin Fu replied.

Gong Shang Jiao felt a warmth spread through him at the thought. He had hoped to bring some joy to Yuan Zhi, and knowing he succeeded made him eager to see that smile in person.

"Ge ....." Gong Shang Jiao saw his brother Gong Lang Jiao waving at him at the front of Yu Gong study room, looks like they just finish their class. Then he saw Gong Yuan Zhi who walk behind his brother, who looked annoyed and walk fast.

"Yuan Zhi DiDi ! call me Jie Jie" "Me too call me Ge Ge" Gong Zi Sheng and Gong Zi Yu follower after Gong Yuan Zhi and tease him, they didn't aware of all the master are watching them from front of the main hall.

Yuan Zhi neglect them and quicken his footsteps.

"Gong Yuan Zhi are you deaf?" Gong Zi Sheng grab his book and Yuan Zhi pull back, between two forces the book torn apart.

"Ayyy I didn't do that, you're the one who pulling hard. You all see that right?" Gong Zi Sheng asked for back up and look around, then she saw her angry father with other masters.

"Oh! our Yuan Zhi DiDi what do we do? Jie did you give him one more book. I'm so jealous." Gong Zi Yu was make a joke of Yuan Zhi's book.

"I'm sorry Yuan Zhi DiDi, here I pick it up for you." Gong Zi Shang who saw the houses masters change her attitude and try to warn Gong Zi Yu. Gong Lang Jiao who saw the masters from the start, so he act like he's not with them. Yuan Zhi was trembling with anger and throw away the other half of the book and stomp away.

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Next morning, stone face Jin Fu deliver two books to Gong Yuan Zhi.

"What is this?" Yuan Zhi saw two book one is his old book that already fixed, another one is new book but someone copy all the note from his old book.

"Master said you can use any book you like" Jin Fu reply respectfully

"Who wrote these note? Is that you Guard Jin" Yuan Zhi know Gong Lang Jiao handwriting it's not him.

"No master Zhi, I can't write like this kind of high literature. These are written by master Jiao himself by whole night." Yuan Zhi feeling blue. His eyes are blur so, he turn away quickly and wave Jin Fu to dismiss.

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Jin Fu arrives with a dead face and reports that Master Zhi has invited him to dinner. Gong Yuan Zhi suddenly didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go empty-handed, so I made a potion to go.

When Yuan Zhi arrived at Jiao Gong, he was relieved to have dinner with Gong Shang Jiao alone. All the way, if only Gong Lang Jiao was there, he was worried about how to stay out of trouble.

Gong Lang Jiao is 21 ( 5 years older than Yuan Zhi) and 2 years older than Gong Zi Yu, so the three of them can be said to be the same age, but Gong Yuan Zhi is often dismissed as younger, and they only play with Gong Zi Sheng, who is 10 years older than them.

"If you eat quickly, you will have indigestion," he warned Gong Yuan Zhi, who was quickly eating his meal without saying a word, bowing his head.

Gong Yuan Zhi was surprised by Gong Shang Jiao's words, "Do you like that I prepared the dishes that you like?" How did he know that I don't even know what dishes I like?

"The time you were sick, I asked them to remember what you ate and didn't eat when you were at Jiao Gong," replied Gong Shang Jiao, as if he knew what Gong Yuan Zhi was thinking.

"Is your book ok?" Gong Shang Jiao asked with curiously Jin Fu said Master Zhi reaction was misty, he thought Yuan Zhi was sad. Why?

"Yes Master Jiao, you really don't need to do this for me. I'm so thankful." he shrinking his shoulder

"Jin Fu said you're not very happy with the books." Gong Shang Jiao poke him

"No, it's not like that. I I'm just don't know how to respond. When someone else came and took care of me for first time, so I'm not sure how I'm going to pay it back. The previous memories are so long gone that they are no longer useful. I apologize for offending Master Jiao's goodwill." ​Yuan Zhi, who was nervously rubbing his hand with one hand while keeping his head down.

Gong Shang Jiao held his hand, which was red from being rubbed "Yuan Zhi, you don't need to pay anything back. You don't need to feel like a burden. We are brothers."

Gong Shang Jiao saw Yuan Zhi's eyes are red and watery like he was holding so hard not to cry. Now, Gong Shang Jiao get it maybe this expression Jin Fu saw yesterday. The adolescent who try to hide his emotion.

"What do you want, or do you want to do something? What do you want to do?" Gong Shang Jiao suddenly asked while drinking tea.

"I don't want anything; I don't want to do anything," Gong Yuan Zhi replied swiftly, but he got a strange look from Gong Shang Jiao.

"How can such a young child not want to do anything? Think about it carefully." Gong Shang Jiao, don't give up.

"I'm sorry, Master Jiao, but I have nothing,” Yuan Zhi said hesitantly.

"Anyway, it's your birthday today, so I wanted to fulfill a wish. That's why I came back as early as possible on the trip this time. It's almost the birthday, but the owner of the birthday isn't as enthusiastic as I am.“ Yuan Zhi was surprised by Gong Shang Jiao's words: Is it my birthday today?

Gong Shang Jiao gazed at Yuan Zhi with a newfound understanding. The realization dawned on him that Yuan Zhi seemed to light up at the mention of his own birthday—a detail that had taken a decade for Shang Jiao to learn.

Over the years, he had only heard bits and pieces about Yuan Zhi, often through reports of conflicts with Lang DiDi, but circumstances had prevented him from truly getting to know the boy.

Reflecting on what he had heard from Lang Jiao and others, Shang Jiao had formed a biased view of Yuan Zhi as a troublesome youth. However, now he saw beyond the surface.

Yuan Zhi carried himself with humility, lacked self-assurance, and hid his insecurities behind a facade of aggression and defiance.

<If only I had met this child earlier,> Shang Jiao thought to himself, a pang of regret piercing his heart. He realized that Yuan Zhi's tough exterior was a shield, a defense mechanism born out of fear and uncertainty.

"Gong Yuan Zhi, since your name is Gong, you're also my little brother," Shang Jiao said softly, his voice carrying a mix of apology and warmth.

"Master Jiao, I have something on my mind." Yuan Zhi seemed to be debating whether or not to continue.

"Go on, tell me. By the way, you still want to call me Master Jiao, not Ge?" Yuan Zhi was confused by Gong Shang Jiao's question, "What if Lang Jiao doesn't like it?" in a low voice carefully said.

"Since when did you start caring about Lang Jiao? Except for the unnecessary quarrels, you don't need to care about his likes and dislikes. So go ahead and say what you want." Gong Shang Jiao's clear words made him happy.

"I..." Gong Yuan Zhi faltered, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his throat. This morning, he had been testing a new type of poison. The antidote required taking medicine every four hours, but amidst the distractions of the day, he had forgotten to bring the medicine bottle with him when he came to dine.

"Yuan Zhi..." Gong Shang Jiao's voice cut through the air, tinged with concern as he detected the scent of blood.

"Master Jiao, I just remembered that I have something to attend to at Zhi Gong, so I should head back. Thank you for today," Yuan Zhi interrupted, his appearance betraying a hint of discomfort. He forced down the blood that threatened to rise again, bidding farewell hastily before quickly departing.

"Wait, stop right there," Gong Shang Jiao commanded urgently as Gong Yuan Zhi hurried towards the door. The smell of blood grew stronger the closer Shang Jiao approached.

"Are you hurt?" Shang Jiao asked with concern etched on his face. Gong Yuan Zhi shook his head, clearly wanting to leave quickly.

But before he could protest further, a cough wracked Yuan Zhi's body, causing blood to spill from his mouth. He staggered and began to lose his balance, only to be caught by Gong Shang Jiao just in time.

Shang Jiao supported Yuan Zhi, steadying him with a firm grip. "Easy now," he said softly, his voice filled with worry. "Let's get you seated."

Gong Shang Jiao guided Yuan Zhi back to a chair, carefully easing him into a comfortable position. He fetched a cloth to gently dab at the blood on Yuan Zhi's lips, his mind racing with concern for his young brother.

Gong Shang Jiao desperately wanted to give Yuan Zhi an emergency pill, a remedy developed by Yuan Zhi himself capable of countering a wide range of poisons. However, Yuan Zhi refused, knowing that his experimental work was not yet complete. Taking the emergency pill prematurely would jeopardize all his efforts.

As Yuan Zhi grew weaker and on the verge of losing consciousness, Shang Jiao's concern deepened. Ignoring Yuan Zhi's protests, Shang Jiao gently but firmly attempted to feed him the pill.

"Yuan Zhi, you have to take this," Shang Jiao urged, his voice laced with urgency and determination. "It's the only way to help you right now."

Yuan Zhi weakly resisted, but Shang Jiao persisted, knowing that every moment counted.

"Ge… My wish is this. I spent… more than 2 months on this, and I got it. Ge, please… Zhi Gong."

Gong Yuan Zhi's voice faltered as he called Gong Shang Jiao "Ge Ge," a term of endearment for elder brother, before slipping unconscious. Gong Shang Jiao swiftly lifted him into his arms.

"Jin Fu, quickly assist him. We're going to Zhi Gong," Shang Jiao commanded urgently.

Jin Fu, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, hurried to obey. He had always known Gong Shang Jiao to be a reasonable and composed person. Now, seeing him so concerned and affectionate towards Yuan Zhi, even allowing the familiar term "Ge Ge," Jin Fu wondered if Shang Jiao had softened towards Gong Yuan Zhi.

Together, they rushed back to Zhi Gong, Shang Jiao's heart heavy with worry yet determined to ensure Yuan Zhi received the care he desperately needed. His mind raced with thoughts of Yuan Zhi's dedication and the wish he had expressed before losing consciousness.

Gong Yuan Zhi subconsciously clasped Gong Shang Jiao's arm tightly, his body wracked with pain as he continued to vomit blood and whimper in agony. Gong Shang Jiao, despite his own distress, tried to soothe Yuan Zhi, gently stroking his hair and murmuring comforting words.

At the same time, his voice rang out across the room, commanding the physicians urgently, "Quick, bring the antidote! Call all the physicians!"

Gong Shang Jiao's usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by deep concern and worry. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this overwhelmed with fear for someone else's well-being. Seeing Yuan Zhi in such agony tore at his heart, fueling his determination to do everything in his power to save him.

The physicians hurried to comply with Shang Jiao's orders, rushing to fetch the antidote and mobilizing their efforts to stabilize Yuan Zhi. Despite the chaos and urgency of the situation, Shang Jiao remained by Yuan Zhi's side, offering unwavering support and comfort, praying silently for Yuan Zhi's recovery.

Gong Shang Jiao looked on with distress at the boy, Gong Yuan Zhi, who moaned softly in his sleep. The physicians from Zhi Gong had testified that Yuan Zhi often subjected himself to tests involving poisons.

They recounted instances where even the antidotes failed, leaving Yuan Zhi unable to speak for extended periods—sometimes up to a week. The mere thought of this scenario gave Gong Shang Jiao a headache.

As he watched Yuan Zhi's restless sleep, Shang Jiao felt a mixture of admiration for Yuan Zhi's dedication to his craft and deep concern for his well-being. Yuan Zhi's relentless pursuit of knowledge and innovation in antidotes was commendable, but it came with significant risks.

Yuan Zhi woke up the next day around noon and found Gong Shang Jiao sitting beside his bed, conversing quietly with Jin Fu. Sensing Yuan Zhi's awakening, Shang Jiao turned to look at him with a mix of concern and exasperation.

"Why are you so daring?" Shang Jiao remarked with a hint of frustration. He moved closer to Yuan Zhi and asked, "How is your body?"

"I'm fine, Master Jiao," Yuan Zhi replied with a smile. "I think you're busy; you don't need to stay by my side."

"But you won't let me go," Shang Jiao responded, gently raising his hand to touch Yuan Zhi's, which had been holding the hem of his robe. Yuan Zhi hesitated for a moment before quickly withdrawing his hand.

"I'm sorry for bothering you," Yuan Zhi muttered, embarrassed, his ears and neck turning red.

Gong Shang Jiao contemplated scolding Yuan Zhi for his reckless behavior, but seeing him looking so fragile and weak softened his resolve. He sighed inwardly, realizing that scolding wouldn't be productive at this moment.

Instead, he spoke softly, "Rest well and recover fully. You shouldn't test yourself like this again."

Yuan Zhi nodded sheepishly, grateful for Shang Jiao's understanding despite his own foolishness. As Shang Jiao resumed his conversation with Jin Fu, Yuan Zhi closed his eyes, feeling reassured by the presence of his elder brother figure at his side.

<<<<< flashback<<<

According to the doctor's words, Gong Yuan Zhi's situation is safe, so he can go back.

"mom .... mom ... please ... don't ... mom .. " Gong Shang Jiao grabbed Yuan Zhi's hand, who was grasping something, and gently rubbed it, then put it back under the blanket. But the cold hand that tightly gripped the hem of the robe didn't take off, his heart soften, so he gave up on going back and accompany the whimper kid. I am the one who can't leave.

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Gong Shang Jiao arrived at Zhi Gong, where a series of lanterns were lit. I heard Gong Yuan Zhi's conversation near the bedroom, so I stopped and listened.

"Master Jiao's gift can really make more sound," said the girl, who was helping Gong Yuan Zhi to get dressed.

"The ones that my mother made a long time ago don't make much noise anymore. I don't think they can be repaired anymore. I'll have to keep them anyway," Yuan Zhi said sadly, looking at the small bell on the bench.

"These are still good. Madam made them when you was still young, so they were a little smaller. Look Master, there are leaves and other shapes in the one that Master Jiao gave you" Yuan Zhi,was distracted by the servant and smiling again as he looked at the new ornaments.

"Don't go all the way, I'll look like a fool," he said while avoiding the servant's quick hands.

"My lord is lovely, whoever dares to say something bad, I will beat him up," Yuan Zhi was dumbfounded by the swift servant's words.

Yuan Zhi said with a challenging tone, "You can't beat Gong Zi Yu."

"Then I'll go and tell Master Jiao. Master Jiao will beat them." Yuan Zhi laughed loudly at the end of the servant girl's words. His whole body was shaking and giddy, so little sounds were coming out of the little bells on his head.

"Very good Gao Ye. Even Master Jiao is still asked to step in." Yuan Zhi squinted his eyes again

The two people in the room were startled by Gong Shang Jiao entering the room with a voice saying, "No problem, I'll step in."

"Master Jiao" Gong Shang Jiao nodded to Gao Ye who left after paying her respects. This girl is the girl who testified when Gong Yuan Zhi attacked Gong Zi Sheng with poison for the first time. Because of this, Gong Shang Jiao himself had chosen Gao Ye as one of Yuan Zhi's personal attendants because this girl had previously worked at the clinic. She's doing well.

"Ge~" called Yuan Zhi in a low voice. Although I was forced to call him Ge from the previous time. He promised to call later because he can't say anything because it was so sudden. Finally heard.

Gong Lang Jiao's Ge voice is bold and clear. Gong Yuan Zhi's Ge's voice was full of worry, shyness, and weakness.

"If there's a troll, just tell his name and I'll be punished for sure." <Thank you Ge> Yuan Zhi, who was embarrassed, said like he was not a boy trapped under the title of master of the house, but started to look like a real teenager.

​Yuan Zhi watched the lanterns floating in the sky. Yuan Zhi, who doesn't usually participate in any festival every year, was invited by Gong Shang Jiao to participate in the Lantern Festival held by the Gong House this year.

"What about Yuan Zhi's lanterns?" I asked Yuan Zhi, who was not holding lanterns, although everyone was holding small lanterns they had made themselves.

"I don't have" Yuan Zhi said. Actually, I made two lanterns for myself and Shang Jiao Ge, but I didn't bring one because it was too unsightly.

Gong Shang Jiao no longer pressured Yuan Zhi, who was obviously telling the lie, and Yuan Zhi was happy when he gave him a lantern that came with him. Yuan Zhi was such an expressive person all his emotions can be seen on his face.

"Ge, I want to eat fish." Gong Lang Jiao's words stopped Gong Shang Jiao from eating. He removed the bones from the fish, then gave Lang Didi half and other half to Yuan Zhi's plate, who was sitting quietly beside him. Yuan Zhi pause for a second and keep eating.

"I heard Yuan Zhi was very clever these days. If I knew this, I would have handed you over to Shang Jiao from before." Because of Sword Master's words, everyone's eyes fell on Gong Yuan Zhi.

"When Gong Yuan Zhi is no longer causing trouble, the Gong mansion is at peace." At Master Sheng's words, Yuan Zhi bowed his head and clenched his fist under the table until his knuckles were white, but did not say anything.

"Yuan Zhi DiDi is well-versed in literary, medicinal and combat. In the next year or so, we can be estimated that he can master all 37 basic combat techniques. I asked him to study hoplology because he was interested in weapons. Now he had drawn a new pattern of hiding weapons and will present it to the Masters and Elders the next week. Do you have anything to report, Miss Sheng?" Gong Shang Jiao's sudden attack caused both Master Sheng and Miss Sheng to chock as they didn't know what to say.

Yuan Zhi, hold his laughter and being silly but tolerated, sneaked a look at Gong Shang Jiao, who was frowned playfully.

When Yuan Zhi back at Zhi Gong his hideous lantern are gone. The servant said Master Jiao ordered them to take these to Jiao Gong and put them in his room. Yuan Zhi feels delighted and smiled like an idiot. Gong Shang Jiao looked at him from afar and smiled softly.

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Part 4 ....

[scoonsalicious]

Wow, that was such a sweet ending. I can't believe we're here now. and guess what YOU DID IT! you finished a whole series so huge congratulations! That's not an easy feat. I'm proud of you!

Tony being dramatic with Pocket moving out as if she is going to move to another country only to find out it's just a couple blocks away? Hilarious. Also the umbilical cord line was so so funny. I'm glad for this fresh start though! Pocket absolutely needs it.

And here's me thinking "Where the hell is, Bucky?" and well there he is! So happy to see them be in such a better place now and I'm glad they were able to go to couples counseling and truly got to work on themselves. It might be rare but it's not impossible for couples to work out even after similar events that Bucky and Pocket have fone through. And well, they've grown a bond so strong with what they went through and I truly believe they're going to be better and healthier than before. I know there's going to be more of these two but for now, I will miss the shenanigans they'll get up to. Especially now that they've got their own place to christen hahaha those poor neighbors, doesn't matter if they're a whole floor down. They're going to hear it no matter what.

What a journey this has been. As I said, I've got all my reports compiled into one document. Would you believe me if I said I've written a total of 19k words from all these essays I've sent you? Insane, I tell you. I absolutely don't regret it one single bit. I enjoyed this ride so much, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'll try and keep up with the future installments, sequels, and your other series (which has peaked my interest ngl) But with school and work, I'll try my best. I'll for sure pop in here whenever i can though. Until then, I'll see you around! Lots of Love!

— Jnon 🤍

WE did it, Jnon! All of us, together!

Although, if people ask what my Greatest Life Accomplishment is, I'm gonna say "oh, that book I wrote." I will *not* say it was Bucky Barnes fanfic smut; just a book, lol. Actually, lemme go check that off my Bucket List rn...

(Actual photo of my Bucket List. Please ignore the fact I used Papyrus. It was 2014, and yes, I was still old enough to know better.)

I loved the idea of Tony acting like Pocket moving out was the biggest affront to him that could be made. In the original draft, Bucky and Pocket were going to be going at it on the balcony like the touch-starved rabbits they were, and then Tony was going to fly over in his Iron Man suit, but I ended up not wanting to write the awkward, lol. Maybe I'll save it for a smutshot someday, lol.

So, I wrote the epilogue a long, long time ago. Like, way before I wrote the actual ending, or even up to... like Chapter 10, I think? I confess to deliberately playing with it so you didn't know if she and Bucky had gotten back together or not, because at the time, I didn't know myself. I wasn't sure if the ending was going to be truly happy, or just hopeful for them. I had a *brief* (and I mean very, very brief) moment where I had her coming home to Steve, but that died very quickly, because Ew, Steve. I mean, seriously. I think the only reason I thought of it was that it would make people's jaws drop, lol.

Yes, their neighbors are going to hate them, lol. Most definitely. Well, at least until the middle-aged woman who lives downstairs comes up to yell at them to keep it down, but Bucky answers the door in a two-sizes too small tank top and smiles his Bucky smile at her and then she gets it, lol, and did I just come up with another idea for a smutshot? ::sigh:: TO THE GOOGLE DOC! I think I'm up to 13 now? I definitely will do my best to keep you fed with the shenanigans.

I cannot believe you've written 19k words! I have loved reading each and every single one! Focus on school, and don't worry about keeping up with what's going on over here-- it'll be here waiting for you for whenever you have the time. It's been an honor, my friend. A true honor.

[maleyanderecafe]

I wonder if it's ok to ask but are there any yandere games you're planning on doing a review in the future ? (I'm looking for some to play but it's hard to find them)

Oof, man there is a lot. Since the #yanjam is still in session, there's been a lot of different entries slowly being added (I'm wondering if I can even finish my game, hahaha. I hope so.) as well as a general influx of r18 visual novels as well. I can give you some that I'll be doing in the future that you can check out.

I'll be separating them with r18 games and regular games since r18 visual novels are basically it's own genre at this point.

R18 Yandere Visual Novels

Yandere Island/Weathering Feelings by @mari-0w0 - my friend Mari's two games. Weathering Feelings is mostly just a quiz currently, but will include three different therapists you can date, while Yandere Island has a demo out with up to one day currently out.

Ai-yo Kogane san by @crystalcrynight - a pretty expansive game considering that it's only one day so far. About Mizuna waking up and losing their memory, with Gold who claims to be their best friend.

Duality by @dualityvn - about dating two yanderes that share the same body, Keith, a florist and Tenebris, a blue monsterish looking guy. I'm finally being fed with sub yanderes, thank goodness.

Broken Colors by @inkly-heart - I was waiting for this one to come out and boy does it deliver. Even as a demo it's very well polished, but I've always been based since I've liked their artwork for a while.

Bared Teeth by @baredteethvn - as well as the other game currently in development called @flavorfeelvn whenever it comes out. Currently a bit short, but it's a cute game so far.

Sterile Desires by @sterile-desires - I've been sort of sitting on this one for a while after my first playthrough cuz boy was I not expecting whatever happened to happen. I promise I will finish it and actually write a review on it. It's pretty good so far though.

Honey Hotline by @ringringringbananafone - as well as other games that they've made (though the yandere in those are nonbinary, but still fun to play). Fone is a pretty cool yandere and he has a cute cat, enough said.

...and like a lot more I have yet to play. Pretty much every male yandere game in the yanjam I will likely write a review on, and if you see me following your game blog, chances are I'm waiting on a demo or have a review of your demo floating around in my drafts. And if not.... Don't worry. I will find you. There's no escape.

Yandere Visual Novel

The Science of Staying Awake by @tsosagame - a surreal but really cool game and also finally I'm being fed pathetic yanderes again. The yandere in this one is actually pretty terrifying in some ways despite being a pathetic mess.

Please Don't Hate Christmas by rice love coffee - this one is completely Christmas themed which I thought was pretty cool. Since it was translated from Chinese, there is a lot of SNOWFLAKE ISLAND that you get to read, which is fun.

Colorful Mirai: Spooky Edition by Honey Bunny -this one is actually a spin off of the Colorful Mirai games and (from what I can tell) contains two yanderes. Very well made, and I enjoyed it a lot.

Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate by @xxmissarichanxx - the prequel to Froot Basket: Valentine in the pov of the yandere himself. They really outdid themselves with this game and I'm waiting for the walkthrough to make sure I got as much out of the game before writing a full review.

Tentador Leches by Karmic Punishment - as well as In Your Nature, whenever it comes out. This one is a bit more ambiguous, but I thought it was at least a pretty fun time.

Dawn of the Damned by @melancholy-marionette - I swear, Marionette, I have been playing your games, I've been procrastinating on writing recs for them. As per usual, a fun game with male yanderes in it, what more could you want.

Pretty Boy Panic by @bingzi-pancakelord - creator of Pocket Lovers! about having to deal with a bunch of guys that live around your apartment, who are yandere for you. I finished Li's route and then promptly kept getting distracted, so I'll need to play through the other two's routes soon.

Even besides the ones I know have yandere in it, there are also a bunch I have to actually play to make sure there is one since I like to make sure that there is one. Sometimes it's just guessing, but it does occasionally pull out a pretty cool game! Anyways, I hope this is a good list for you to start out on. I'm just going to sit on my 70+ drafts and hope that I can finish my game in time.

[vividescapist]

Honey Hotline - PC (Jake Grenville)

Time to introduce yet another player character/MC. If you’ve read the fic and seen the Understand the Ship meme, you know that I greatly enjoy Honey Hotline @ringringringbananafone​. Please mind the warnings on the blog if you’d like to go and check it out. Picrew used.

General information under the cut.

Jake Grenville

23 years old, 5’8/173cm.

Gemini, born June 14th.

First impression: Cheerful, compassionate, oblivious, kind of blunt/insensitive, unfocused, friendly.

Second impression: Smarter than you’d think, affectionate and bubbly, somewhat insecure, prone to panicking. Easygoing. Doormat and thus, easily manipulated.

Likes: Going for morning jogs, hanging out with friends, sunny days, the soft serve ice cream from the local Ikea, counting stars during winter nights. 

Dislikes: His own inattentiveness, dog owners who cannot control their dogs and let them run around without a leash anyway, cigarette smoke, the taste of alcoholic drinks.

Special traits: His flexibility and overall fitness. He may not look like it but Jake is incredibly bendy. Lean down and plant your palms on the ground without bending your knees? Done. Splits? No problem. Friend(s) want a piggyback ride? Sure, how long do you wanna stay on his back while he walks around?

Was intentionally designed to be Fone’s foil, physically and socially. Blue-grey eyes to contrast Fone’s hair, brown hair to match Fone’s orange-brown eyes. The hair at the back of his head curling up while Fone’s is dragged down by his braid. Very colorful as opposed to Fone: Favors wearing clothes with patterns and/or multiple colors. Prefers horizontal stripes as opposed to the vertical stripes of Fone’s scarf.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that they are polar opposites and some of their personality traits/insecurities overlap.

Jake used to be a chubby kid, who was more of a loner. When his parents got divorced during his early teens, he started exercising as a coping mechanism, needing some sort of control over his life and a way to vent his frustration, fears and anxiety. However, he managed to hit extreme levels of needing to control himself and obsessively started counting calories and changed his diet accordingly. He began hitting the gym every single day for at least two hours and would meticulously record his progress. His coping mechanism turned into an addiction. 

People at his school began making fun of him for being so obsessive over his physical fitness and rumors began circulating that Jake had traded any semblance of intellect and wit for muscles. This made him feel incredibly insecure but rather than try and fight the rumors, he embraced them since it was a role he could easily slide into. See? He’s just a big, harmless, dumb musclehead. There’s nothing in his head. In a way, he put on the mask of a, well, himbo, to help himself cope with the situation. That isn’t to say that Jake isn’t an oblivious airhead, it took him months to notice the rumors but when he did, they hit him where it hurt.

Eventually, after he graduated, he realized that he was leading a rather unhealthy lifestyle and was letting his need for control over his body dictate every facet of his life. It wasn’t easy but he dialed down the gym visits to twice a week and an hour each and would go jogging on the weekends. He also stopped paying super close attention to his food and became a little more happy overall with his state of being. It really took him a while to accept himself as he is though. He now looks less like a gym addict who doesn’t drink enough to get the right muscle definition and more like a healthy dude who works out regularly.

More of a legitimate himbo nowadays. He’s emotionally intelligent and very empathetic as well as loyal. Still oblivious.

He has a medium sized friend group. While Jake is mostly on the outskirts of that friend group and isn’t the glue which holds it together, he still enjoys his time with them. He is aware that his injuries are a bit of a running gag in his friend group, with some of them daring Jake to try out some very reckless stunts (i.e. jump off of a garage/roof, ride this bike down the hill without braking) and Jake, feeling pressured, wanting to fit in and being an overall people pleaser, goes along with it. This often leads to him sustaining injuries, though thankfully, they mostly have remained superficial. 

Fone related tidbits:

Thought Fone was kind of weird at first but got attached really, really fast. Remained oblivious to his crush for quite some time and didn’t acknowledge how much time he actually spent thinking about Fone, thinking that it was normal.

Jake is Fone’s personal cheerleader. Fone tries to branch out and make friends? Jake will light up and express his elation. Friends live further away? Jake will offer to drive Fone to a meet-up. If Fone shows visible excitement over having made friends, Jake might need a moment and hug his boyfriend while fighting back tears of joy. Genuinely, he wants Fone to be happy. 

Would probably try and coax Fone into a healthier lifestyle. Not overly so but Jake’d make sure that Fone eats at least one meal per day by eating with him or stocking the fridge with pre-cooked meals. It’s not foolproof but it’s something. Additionally, he’d encourage Fone to be less of a stinky rat. Probably bribes Fone with shared showers or baths and will wash Fone’s hair for him. This is less to ensure that Fone’s squeaky clean and more to Jake's benefit, as he loves Fone’s long hair and greatly enjoys touching it. He’ll also brush it out for Fone once the bath is done. 

Big on pet names but mostly in private. It’s usually “babe” but during more emotionally intimate or vulnerable moments, Jake will default to “(my) love.”

On the other hand, Jake is huge on PDA. He knows Fone isn’t quite as enthusiastic (but still enjoys it) so he limits it to hand holding or wrapping his arm around Fone’s shoulders or waist on occasion. 

NSFW related tidbits:

Switch switch switch. You want him on top? Fine with him! You want him to bottom? Sure thing!

Not quite as horny as Fone by default. There might be times where he helps Fone get off (oral or intercrural being his go to) but doesn’t bother with himself since he doesn’t have the energy.

Overall, very eager to please so he does a lot of servicing and body worship.

Doesn’t have a lot of experience (he got a handjob from a girl he dated for two weeks) but he’s willing to try a lot of things at least once. Was surprised to find out that he enjoys being marked very, very thoroughly and still struggles to admit how much of a turn on cockwarming is for him (giving and receiving). In fact, he’d one day like to go to sleep like that.

As much physical contact during sex as possible, please. Jake tends to get grabby and gets pretty dang vocal the closer he gets to orgasming. Embarrassed to admit how much he’s into being overstimulated. Always turns into a crying, pleading but incoherent mess.

Cuddles afterward are a must. Loves running his fingers over Fone’s back and chest and pressing exhausted but satisfied and loving kisses against his face. 

Femboy Fone does things to him. First time he saw Fone dressed like that, Jake popped a boner and dragged Fone to their bedroom to fuck him silly. 

There was at least one time where horny Fone woke him up at 3am for sex and Jake sleepily went “you know where everything is, help yourself” and passed back out.

Yeah, his flexibility? Easily transfers into the bedroom. He can and will contort very prettily for Fone.

[vampireddyke]

long personal post underneath the readmore, probably boring

I've been thinking about how it took me so long to admit to myself that I was gay and idk I think ive always been kinda hypersexual but it's really manifested in me differently that I normally see it other people. like I kept it sooo secret and like I never really talked about it or like even really outwardly expressed that i was interested in sex until after I came out. like I think I started dating so young bc I was actually interested in sex and like I've always had a high libido but I dont think I ever really thought about why I've avoided the topic even internally until recently. when I started t bc my libido has gotten even higher. but anyway I do feel such a sense of shame around it and I always have and I think I just realised how this is all the effects of my trauma that I just didn't see before. like in my sibling it affects all parts of their life and they have ptsd nightmares about it, but that doesn't happen to me. like I think it has all funnelled into the sexuality part of my life instead. which is maybe why ive never gotten far with any psychologist, I guess I haven't been ready yet. I just needed to wrote this down. I was originally think how most of my life has felt out of my control and I've just been taken by the wind place to place. i didn't even come out voluntarily. even though i knew it he knew it and I knew he knew and it was awful. but I couldn't make a decision. BUT now I feel like a real person and I make decisions! I moved across the country! I started hormones! I CHANGED MY NAME! like I am not that person anymore, mainly bc I was barely a person then. like i was fone, I was depressed yeah but I was pushing through, I was alright at being a girl, I just didn't know that there was another option. even when I kinda knew more, I still didn't know *I* could make that decision. anyway I'll stop now

[thekrows-nest]

"Fuck you ! Least i look presentable !"

krow honey you cannot be more presentable than someone who wear a waistcoat and tailcoat suit (im imagine fone's outfit is sorta similar to joker since persona user fone does take inspo from phantom of the opera) 💀

also his codename could be related to bird, like Sparrow or Hawk yknow

(Look Nicky I'm finally answering your ask, are you happy now? ):< /lh)

Jokes on you, he'd look effing fabulous as a persona user. I don't have anything super concrete, but I know he'd be wearing intricate clothing that is obviously inspired from more traditional wear in Indian. Probably a bit more masc since that would be easier to maneuver and fight in, but yeah. His mask would also def be inspired from some Hindu masks. I'd have to do more research to figure out exactly what though.

His codename could be Sparrow or Hawk! Or! To go with him trying to reclaim some of his culture, his code name could be Garuda, based on the demigod mount of Vishnu. If that isn't Krow's persona that is (I don't think it would be, which may surprise some of y'all, but I am still considering personas for him.)