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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years

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A Church Visit (GilHaku)

“Christianity…” Hakuno stared at the requested topic for her report, her mind running over her options for getting the paper done.

To be fair, she’d had time. There was no reason that she hadn’t been able to do it except for the fact that she had made an elective decision to not succumb to the great narcolepsy that consumed her as soon as she cracked open the Bible. She’d gone to train with a handful of mages instead, staying up late into the night and going to school and even earning an extension on the paper she needed to turn in because of “family reasons”.

Her self-created family wasn’t going to be able to avoid a visit in the future if she tried that again. She’d need to get the paper done.

Reading was no longer an option though. Even if she did manage to break that bad boy open, there was no way she was going to be devouring hymns and stories enough by dawn to even begin the paper. She’d be writing all the way to the classroom and being caught finishing up her paper by the teacher.

Playing sick wouldn’t work either.

Which left- She was going to have to go and talk to a priest.

A one on one interview.

She’d ask questions about a few stories that had seemed at least semi-interesting and then she’d book it for the door to crank out a half-assed paper. It got turned in, she got her good grade.

Her continuation in a decent class continued.

Entering the church, she eyed the perspectives.

A couple members of the place were scrubbing the floors, interesting people to interview. She had no doubt that they’d be more than happy to stop their work…

The tattoos had her hesitating though. The scars that zigzagged over their hands and the way they seemed to move had her hesitating as well. There was something going on with that. They looked more like they were hiding out.

The red on one’s arm, which the other quickly pointed out and began to help him quickly clean up had her moving away quickly.

Very unsavory.

Another was standing at the front of the church, his back turned.

Vibes alone had her avoiding that man.

He seemed to almost radiate an aura of, ‘if you get close, you will realize I am nothing more than a snake in the guise of a man.’ Or maybe he just said, ‘remember the snake in the garden of Eden? Welcome Eve, come have a visit with me. Apples available on request.’

Again, she skirted that man.

The blond that came up the stairs had her relieved.

True, he looked out of place, but he was wearing priest robes.

Foreigner by looks alone, she could probably get a good spiel about Christianity and God and be on her merry way with this guy thinking he had possibly made a new Christian out of her.

It was perfect.

“Excuse me!”

She was going to use the most basic Japanese that she knew with this guy.

The man glanced back at her, stopping as he caught sight of her.

She didn’t even pause.

“Hello, Father.” She told him. “I am here to ask about Christianity. Can I ask you questions?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She pointed at his cross. “You’re Christian. Can I ask about Jesus?”

That was like the main god in Christianity, right?

The man smirked a little, motioning her along with him. “What is your name?”

Oh, he sounded fluent.

Perhaps she had judged him too quickly.

“My name is Kishinami Hakuno,” Hakuno told him. She smiled a little more, following him down further and further into the depths of the church. “Have you been a priest long?”

“You could say I have only just begun to learn about it.”

Not good, but-

“So you’ve read the stories,” Hakuno offered.

“From the first to the last page.”

This man was her ticket to success. Her arm went around his, a relieved smile coming to her face as she held onto him.

“You have no idea how nice that is to hear. I have to write a report for school and get it in to my teacher and I haven’t managed to learn a thing about the religion.”

He seemed offputting, but it was probably just the fact that she was going into the bowels of what felt like a big hole with him.

“What do you need to know?”

“Anything interesting. The writing was…” Boring. Awful. Written by someone impossibly longwinded. “Ambiguous.”

“You mean boring.”

This man was amazing.

Hakuno stumbled a bit on the last few stairs, being caught by the blond.

“Sorry,” she told him.

“Let me make something for you and I to drink and we can discuss your questions and perhaps get your report finished.”

He would help with the paper?!

Oh man.

Hakuno couldn’t help but beam at him.

Her hand was in his, squeezing it a little as they moved to a sitting room and the man began to make some tea in the countered area of the room.

A cup of wine for himself, a cup of tea before her; they began.

He was patient. He was elaborate in his explanations. She typed his answers in and slowly built in some transitional nonsense here and there as the man brewed her a second cup of tea and excused himself to keep others from the room.

The paper was actually done.

She stared at the finished product, feeling a little dizzy from the relief.

Actually, she forwarded the report to her teacher in an email to be safe.

She wasn’t going to miss points just because she forgot to print it at home or anything. No, if the paper was with her teacher, then she would be fine.

“Is it done?”

“It is.” Hakuno smiled at him, finishing that second cup of tea and smiling his way. “Thank you so much… Um…”

“Gilgamesh.”

Gilgamesh?

His parents must have hated him to name him a mouthload like that.

“Ah, I see.” The man set his wineglass down, grinning a little. “You are before all of it. You are the original, without the pains or the stress. I had been curious as to why you had not recognized me from the start. Actually inquiring with me about something as mundane as religion.”

He was snorting.

Why did she feel lethargic?

“What?”

“Naturally, you are tired,” Gilgamesh comforted, moving over to her side and wrapping an arm around her waist. “You came just when you were needed. Impeccable timing.”

She could feel her vision blurring a little.

“Rest a moment,” he told her. “I can prepare things.”

Prepare…

She could feel herself being carried, voices murmuring in the distance.

For a time, all she could hear was the sound of a heart pounding near her ear. She could hear her breathing and feel movement around her.

What had happened?

Had it been the tea that had had something in it?

Was she even safe?

Opening her eyes, she looked around at the room, finding herself in the sitting area from before.

Perhaps, she’d dozed off?

That would have been awkward. Maybe she’d just been set off by the people upstairs and had dozed off at one point while the man had been getting her something more to drink.

She was probably just-

Her mind stopped at the feel of the fabrics against her person. There was so much satin, the skirts thick and with golden markings near the bottom. The sleeves were billowy, with the same markings of gold along the hem of the sleeves. She reached up, feeling the lace veil.

Was…

Was she in a wedding dress?

It was time to go.

Grabbing the skirts, she hoisted them up enough and found her feet wobbling a bit in the heels underneath. She could feel the slight tug of a set of hooks holding up stockings. A pair of white and gold heels poking out from beneath her dress.

This was not a place to be.

She had class tomorrow, for starters.

She had class tomorrow, as a main point.

Her feet were wobbling a little more as she tried to hurry up the stairs.

She had to go, she needed to-

A wave of exhaustion took over again as she felt an arm wrap around her waist.

“Would you look at that?” The blond from before purred, “a runaway bride.”

She wasn’t a runaway anything. She was a student who-

The man leaned himself close, his hand going to her cheek.

Data streams.

Labyrinths and monsters.

The mocking laugh of an enemy in the distance.

Deletion.

She pressed closer to the man holding her, trying to breathe through what she was seeing. She wasn’t sure what was going on and she didn’t like it.

“It confuses me too,” the blond confessed. “Do you see us though? You are important. It must be from when I win the grail,” he murmured. “You are the one that I decided upon. I did not think that you would simply stroll into the church to find me so soon.”

She wasn’t…

Why had she reached out to him in those visions?

“You will be a fine bride,” the man purred, pulling her along with him. She felt like she was being pulled into the tides of a great river, further and further away from the shore and land that she knew so well. She could feel him pulling her through a selection of rooms, taking her by the hand and calling forth to another in the church.

The man she’d avoided on pure aura alone was before her, frowning at her.

“King Gilgamesh,” the man started.

“If you will not, I will find another.”

“…It is not that.”

A hand was around her waist still as she felt the man open his book and begin to recite the passage.

The jargon was always so long. Why was the nonsense so long? She couldn’t pay attention to this to save her life, especially right now. She had seen things, memories of a sort. It had felt like a whisper of mana that had gone through her mind. Had the man really transferred memory to her?

Her eyes drifted over to the blond, finding herself leaning against him more for support.

He glanced over at her, agreeing to something.

The priest called her name out.

She stared at him, listening to the words but thinking only about how disturbing the man looked. He was someone that she really didn’t want to be around right now.

He was just plain creepy.

“Hakuno?”

“Hmm?” She blinked.

“Do you agree?”

“Ah- Yes, I do.”

Leaving, right?

No, that must not have been it. He was prattling on again. A sermon of a thing going on now as she felt her mind drifting off again.

Her eyes drifted back over to the blond at her side only to find his arm around her pulling her closer.

“You may kiss your bride and take her from my church, Gilgamesh.”

Bride?

Wait!

A pair of lips pressed against hers, the taste of wine and bitter things on his lips. The air was gone, her mind was too weak for this right now.

Her hand pressed against his chest, but she was trapped.

There was so little air that her head was spinning when he pulled back.

“I am taking my woman home.”

“I will expect a better explanation than threats tomorrow.”

“I will be busy,” the blond told him.

“Explain within a week.”

The man waved the priest off, leaving Hakuno to gasp as she was lifted up into Gilgamesh’s arms. Then there was cold air against her face. There was a world of night around her and the stairs in the heavens above all but hiding away.

“Ah, this will be ours soon,” the king told her. “Everything you see before you will be wiped away, leaving the survivors of my plans to rebuild Uruk.”

She had no idea what he was talking about.

Her face pressed against his chest as she closed her eyes once more.

“Hakuno?”

No, she didn’t want to move.

Enough confusion.

“I’m surprised. I expected your accommodations to be smaller,” a voice told her from the depths of the darkness around her.

She could feel herself laid down on a soft mattress.

She could feel a pair of lips pressing to hers again, gentler this time.

“Tomorrow I will partake in what is mine. For tonight, you need to sleep off the priest’s tea.”

Tea?

Right. The tea…

Her eyes closed a moment.

They opened to the sun streaming through her window. Her moved quietly, wiping at her eyes a little before she glanced down.

The white dress from before was still in place.

Her eyes drifted back to the man slumbering away in her bed, wearing a suit without a tie. His blond hair was in disarray. His body was stretched out, inching a little in her direction as though he had sensed her leave.

She couldn’t really get up.

The dress was heavier than she remembered. Well, that and she was just plain tired.

“Hakuno?”

She looked over at him, finding the blond reaching over and pulling her slowly to himself. His lips teased kisses with her.

“Rest. You will need your strength.”

“What happened to my clothes?”

“They were pitiful and I had a woman to secure. Thankfully you had an interest in Christianity already and were more than happy to willingly say ‘I do’ to me last night.”

Oh no.

She hadn’t-

Her body was pulled closer, a gentle shushing coming from the man as she felt a kiss against her neck.

“You will be a fine queen for the future. I shall groom you to be so myself.

God help her.

If he did exist.

#drabble #drabbles #so we should not trust fsn gil is what I sense here

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valtharr · 5 years

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Of course they blocked me. Whatever, I was planning on doing the same after the next reblog. But since I have this building up in me, I’m just gonna put it out as a general post:

I am SO! FUCKING! SICK! of this idiotic purity culture on this website. Whether it’s about individual people or larger works of art, if they fuck up, or even just seem to fuck up, even in the tiniest way, they’re automatically “canceled” or “problematic” or whatever the mob decides to call it now. No matter how well-meaning the creator is, how well the work does in terms representation for the most part, if there’s one thing, just one fucking thing these Internet Crusaders deem to be maybe, kinda, sorta, somewhat iffy, if you squint and look at it at the right angle, and you know this obscure fact that 300 years ago, this certain word was actually used as a slur, then the whole entire thing is automatically fished from Satan’s Toilet Bowl of Un-Woke Content!

A show with prominent, non-fetished or ridiculed gay characters? Aimed at children? With the main character being a gender non-conforming twelve year old girl who develops a crush on another girl, and it’s treated just like a crsuh on a boy would be?

BAM! CANCELED! Because the main villain is female-presenting with a male voice actor, so the entire show is super transphobic. Nevermind that there are still trans people enjoying the show. Nevermind that the showrunner, the person literally deciding everything important about the show, is trans herself. All of that doesn’t matter. There are trans people that see this as transphobic, so the whole show is a heap of trash!

Because for these people, nuance doesn’t exist. These people like to think they’re being “critical,” but they aren’t. They aren’t engaging with the material in a critical way. In fact, they’re not engaging with the material at all. They just look at one thing they can criticize and blow it out of proportion. These people are incapable of acknowledging the faults of something without immediately condemning it. They’re incapable of even entertaining the thought that other people might recognize something as problematic, but can still enjoy the content besides that. In their heads, you either realize that the thing is bad and evil and disgusting, and you don’t support it, or you’re blinded or dumb or lying or simply don’t care about oppression or whatever.

These people are also incapable of grasping the concept of honest mistakes. Or making up for mistakes. Or learning from mistakes. People like that operate under a strict one-strike-system. You fuck up once, you’re out. You’re cancelled. You’re scum, you’re disgusting, fuck you. For these people, there are no creators who make mistakes. There are no creators who just genuinely didn’t know better, or didn’t fully think through all the implications. And if there are, well, then they’re still at fault, because how dare they not know! How dare they not know consider implications that they might not have even been able to consider! And if they try to make it up? If they apologize, if they own up to their faults, if they rectify their mistakes in future works, if they try their best to research as well as they can, it’s either insincere and only done to save face, or...nothing. They’ll just stop talking about it, because now, there’s no delicious controversy anymore, only *gasp!* good content! Oh, but don’t worry, if they slip up again, these people will be the first to notice and make posts like “Hey, remember that person that made that one super problematic episode five years ago? Well, now they have their own, and in this one episode of it, there’s a shot of [something that the storyboarders probably thought to be super innocuous because the only way to know why it’s supposedly a bad thing is to specifically research this one thing].” They’ll of course even do that if said person has only produced “pure” content during those five years.

Don’t get me wrong: Of course it can always happen that you find a show, book (series), game (series), Youtuber, whatever, that you mostly enjoy, but which also has content that doesn’t sit right with you, maybe even offends you. And of course, if that’s the case, you’re free to just...not watch/play/read/whatever that content anymore, if it’s really that big of a deal to you. But in such a case, please, consider the following things:

Don’t jump to conclusions. This is especially important if you haven’t even seen the actual content, and only know it from things like trailers, reviews, gifsets, what have you. But it also applies if you’re still pretty new to the actual content. Like, maybe you’ve seen a certain character that gives you bad vibes for some reason, but maybe that character only shows up in one episode? Maybe they’re actually supposed to be bad, because they’re a villain? Maybe the scenes you’ve seen are taken out of context? Give it a chance before you condemn it, is all I’m saying. And if you decide that whatever it is is too much for you, consider:

Not everyone has to share that opinion, even people who might be in a similar situation to you, and who you’d expect to have the same issues. What’s a big deal to one person might not matter at all to another. But neither of those opinions are invalid.

Recognize that the work (probably) has aspects besides whatever put you off, and judge it while taking those aspects into account as well. Don’t go around telling people something is irredeemable because it has a single thing that’s not quite right.

Give the benefit of the doubt. You can critique. You can point out problems. You can educate. You can even contact creators and try to inform them. But always, always assume that what they did wasn’t out of malice. Always be open to dialogue, not condemnation. And have trust that people can better themselves, and learn from their mistakes, and correct them.

Just...try to live in a world where the glass is always half full, waiting to be filled, not half empty and always at the risk of spilling.

Just, for fuck’s sake, try to be hopeful instead of cynical.

#discourse #cancel culture

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thelightningawardsofficial · 5 years

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Review | K A T H A R O S

Judged by Shawn (Snowwhitewolf09)

Category: I'm Not A Mary Sue

[ Author: ArimaMary ]

>Title (5/5): I'm a sucker for Greek and Latin words, and Katharos is a word I find to be on the beautiful side of the Greek language. The title itself gives much of the work immediately, the chosen word obviously being a reference to Kiyoshi's emphasis on purity. Ergo, readers know what to expect the story to revolve around. However, I like the charm that it has to it, a lingering sense of mystique that persists.

>Summary (7/10): It's short and sweet, and manages to summarise what Katharos is. I am just docking a few points because I feel that you could have added a bit more to give a better picture of the story and hook readers. I also wouldn't really call Kiyoshi an 'average student' of Teikoku, since he seems to be more of an outcast if he gets flack for being a "foreigner".

>Plot (22/25) -> [17.6/20]: The overall plot is straightforward, and there aren't any twists and turns that make it complex. It might not be an intriguing stand-alone story, but since the book is a spin-off that is supposed to highlight the character and philosophy of Kiyoshi, I'm lenient regarding that matter.

I like how each chapter shows an important part of Kiyoshi's personality. They are well-picked, highlighting different facets each time, and adding a little bit more background on why Kiyoshi thinks like this or acts like that. I didn't feel a 'filler chapter' and that gives you quite a boon. The pacing was also adjusted enough to show the perspectives, though perhaps it leans a bit to the slower side.

The way I see it, though it is in third person, the narrator is attuned with Kiyoshi, appropriately moving slowly where Kiyoshi would be slow himself, like the almost-drooling-over-Kidou scene. Sometimes, it would feel a bit dragging, but that doesn't affect it too much, since it is covered with splendid character portrayal.

I didn't give you full points because the plot didn't make me crave to know what would come next (Partially because of the speed, and partially because there wasn't really much action to be looking out for), and it feels a tad lacking in events due to brevity and (I assume) the focus.

Regardless, the plot itself managed to bring out Kiyoshi's character with events, dialogue, and the pacing, so kudos to you.

>Characterization (18/20) -> [13.5/15]: I've little to say other than you've done great with Kiyoshi. After going through some of the chapters, his actions seemed to become easy to understand, since his character had been shown well. I enjoyed seeing his convictions and his vulnerabilities, as well as his view on 'purity'.

If purity is staying true to oneself, I find Kiyoshi to be creating many exceptions: he is merely staying true to what he feels at the moment, believing that it is his true self. He says rather early that he needs nobody else, reinforcing what he felt at the time. Later on, he shows that he actually is rather lonely, and convinces himself to mend his relationship with Keima. It's an interesting, yet utterly desperate (fitting of his character), way to view purity.

I do have a problem with how he saw Teikoku as his Paradise, as the earlier outburst gave me the vibes that he was not exactly fine with his place in school. Considering his vulnerable side that is shown later on, such irritability rubs me off as the result of having a negative view of the people in his school. Perhaps he frequently convinces himself that Teikoku is Paradise (which is why he also had his view of Teikoku changed into some sort of place of dark deals). Maybe it just strikes me as odd.

Keima is also well-done, but I honestly feel like he just seems a bit lacklustre before he talks with Kiyoshi about mending their relationship. That said, I look forward to seeing a bit more of him.

Grammar and Writing Style (13/15): While I did spot a few sentences that were oddly constructed (either run-ons or have pronouns that seemed to be ambiguous) and 'Hachidan' alternated with 'Hachi-dan', that is not what I want to mainly discuss.

The way you unfurled Kiyoshi's character was made effective by the well-written descriptions and the use of figurative language/symbolism. Of course, the most prominent would be the mention of the Garden of Eden, as it was what summed up Kiyoshi's motivations.

I also appreciated the use of 'Kin' as a human face for weakness and past mistakes, as though I am not sure who this Kin is, Kin has come to personify concepts that Keima and Kiyoshi find negative. I also particularly liked how his box of dreams was a literal cardboard box that had his hopes and dreams contained within—now that he was dead-set on following them again, they did not need to be boxed up and kept to the side anymore, but brandished. The hissatsu of Keima comes to me as a sort of representation of his reformation—Cortana was the blade that had its tip cut off, similar to how the once forceful Keima was trying to cut off his 'edge'—and makes me think of how much he contrasts with Sir Tristan of the Round Table (Tristan being the sorrowful Knight). He also had the Tristian-Igraine relationship with Kiyoshi back then, as Tristian married another person named Igraine, but always compared her to his first love.

It was a little hard to catch, but I saw a subtle "light at the end of the tunnel" derivation which made me read again just to make sure. As Kiyoshi was doubting whether or not he would actually be able to reach his dream through these dirty methods, walking through uncertainty, he drew nearer to the end. That was where he would face his dream. The scene was a transition from doubt to hope.

There's also this little bit that gives me a better view of Kiyoshi and Keima's relationship. I didn't get it at first, but I then realised it after studying up the names. Kiyoshi was the dragon to Keima's knight back then, reflected in their names Ryuugamine and Keima. Kiyoshi was the one who challenged Keima's moral code.

The mention of a red oni brought into my mind the 'red oni, blue oni' trope. The red oni is a symbol of passion and desire, or simply emotions. The red oni within Kiyoshi was being quenched, the void of loneliness being filled with the forgotten feeling of having someone to complete you.

I had to dock points for the little mistakes and some portions with descriptions that seemed to be a tad long, but those are just minor problems.

>Originality (9/10) -> [4.5/5]: Okay, I docked a point for the Teikoku Spy trope, and the lack of much things that are 'shockingly original'.

However, I will say that Kiyoshi himself is someone I find to be original in some ways amongst IE fanfiction characters. His desperate view of purity is something I haven't really encountered, and I find his foreign blood to be uncommon (Though Suabara also has foreign blood). I also liked how Kiyoshi was learning Killer Slide, a hissatsu that doesn't get much love, as it usually is seen as a show of brutality.

Also... Kiyoshi's later motivation for being a spy is refreshing to see. It was first much like desperation, but later on hope and optimism. Guess Keima did rub off on him.

>Feels Factor (14/15): I have to say, you made me feel much for Kiyoshi. He reminds me much of a friend of mine, and I sometimes I would be whelmed by Kiyoshi's shows of his desperation to cling to purity and what little bit of his dreams he has left. His mother was portrayed well enough for me to almost want to slap her across the face, while the contrasts made between Kiyoshi and Keima's backgrounds made it much more difficult to not feel anything for the blond.

I felt less for Keima, though it was to be a given since he was not the focus. Nonetheless, your words managed to make me connect with his doubts about how he treats others, though I feel like there could have been a bit more to him.

Seeing Kiyoshi come to terms with his dream and his interactions with Keima was a blessing. You averted one of the things that I find too often—a spy doing it because of some threat. You gave Kiyoshi a positive reason to become a spy, which is not to prevent damage to himself, but to finally reach his dreams that had been suppressed.

I had to dock a point because of Keima and how I wasn't particularly craving to know what would happen next, but that's minor.

🅞🅒 🅡🅔🅥🅘🅔🅦 -> [➊➍.➊/➊➎]

>Name(5/5): Ryuugamine means "dragon's peak", and is not too odd of a surname. The contrast with Keima's name gives it a little bit more substance, though the name itself isn't telling of too much. Additionally, I thought of the Seiryū, and how its connection to Wood fitted soundly with the elemental affinity of Killer Slide.

Kiyoshi's name reflects who he is, as well as the ideal that he strives to achieve. Ultimate purity, stainless, at all costs. Kiyoshi's name means "pure," and is fitting.

>Appearance (6/8): I get enough description from Kiyoshi to have a general idea of what he would look like in a crowd, but details of his physical appearance aren't as focused on as Kidou Yuuto's.

I like the little detail that he likely has some pimples on his face, as it makes him look more human in a world where practically every character looks like their face never needed cream nor shaving their entire life.

I had to dock points for the scarcity of description. Aside from the colour of his hair, the presence of red-rimmed glasses, and his pimples, there is little else. His physique nor skin colour isn't touched upon, even his eye colour isn't something I've found.

Furthermore, I cannot seem to get around him being called foreign-looking because of his blond hair, considering the fact that there are many who also have blond hair, and that green hair isn't anything odd.

>Personality(10/10): Kiyoshi's personality is definitely well-developed and well-shown. I've already touched most of this in the Characterisation, so it'll be redundant here. You've done a good job of showing how strongly he clings to his idea of purity. Especially that fixation on Kidou, that is almost unsettlingly detailed.

The development of Kiyoshi's character with Keima as the trigger was pleasing. Early on, he was against having friends, and came off as an individual who was fiercely independent. Just as he was back then, according to his talks with Keima. But talking with Keima showed that Kiyoshi still had the capacity to truly connect; it had only been boxed up and put to the side like his dreams.

>Strengths and Weaknesses(11/12): His vulnerabilities are well-exploited. His desperation made him lean to Kageyama, and his hesitation to act upon his passion was made apparent many times. You managed to show Kiyoshi's weaknesses and bloodily ripped them out for people to see.

His strengths don't really shine all that much, though they do show themselves. The most prominent is his dedication, especially to his own idea of purity and his dream. Kiyoshi's skills were mentioned or shown, though not particularly highlighted—he has great body coordination, notable skills with technology, and a commendable cooking ability. It's a bit hard to see, but Kiyoshi also has a sort of childish charm at times that slips through the cracks.

>Interaction With Canon (10/10): It doesn't wreck or affect canon all that much, and happens at a time when Teikoku likely would have sent spies to Kidokawa, so no problem here.

>Relationships With Canon Characters (5/5): It's mostly Kidou, and they share a relationship I see as something that wouldn't be off. Kidou maintains an attitude towards him that is like most Teikoku subordinates, while the crush that Kiyoshi has doesn't seem to far of a stretch considering his status and charm.

Kiyoshi's relationship with Kageyama isn't expanded much, but it can be seen that he has a pretty... typical relationship with the man. It is not odd, rather it is something that is reasonable given Kageyama's notorious reputation. Kiyoshi seems to see him as the blood-stained path that would lead him to his dream, the evil benefactor that offers him his deepest desire. He sees that Kageyama is shady, and Kiyoshi seems like he does not want to concern himself with the Coach anymore than he has to, but he is willing to put those aside for football.

[Raw] 74.6/100 + 47/50 [Scaled] 88.7/100 [Final] 88.7%

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stupidpianist · 6 years

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27 october 2018

10:00: Shut off alarm, hit snooze. I set my phone’s snooze to ten minutes, I should probably lower it to five because of the frequency with which I “snooze”...

10:10: Shut off alarm again, put it to snooze.

10:20: Turned off all alarms until alarms at 11h. Got up and chugged giant glass of water from Brita.

10:21: Back in bed. Trying to sleep more, not ready to “start the day” yet.

10:40: Woke up from strange nightmare in which the world was experiencing an apocalypse, hard to remember exact details, remember being on an ark-like massive boat, trying to escape from some kind of antagonistic war force? Remember there being a corrupt leader. Almost 99% of my dreams are about banal things, like, literally Googling things and reading Wikipedia, the other 1% are always really dangerous apocalyptic or life-threatening situations in which I’m trying to save as many people as possible.

11:00: Shut off alarm, turned over to right side, went into “fetal position,” thought, “wow, this is comfortable, wow, this is so comfortable.”

11:30: Woke from another weird dream, dreamt that I was seeing the band Ghost perform in Montreal, only, the crowd was really diminutive, and most of the people in the audience were inexplicably not paying attention to the show at all. I was able to go right up to the stage. They played a few songs. I woke up. Weird. Going to get up now and clean my bathroom, it needs a “thorough scrubbing.”

11:31: Chugged another massive glass of water from Brita. So satisfying, one of the most satisfying things, waking, feeling dehydrated, taking glasses of water “to the face.” Mm. Yum.

11:32: Cleaning bathroom. Have probably super-harmful-to-environment chemical thing that is used to scrub porcelain surfaces. Have my “trusty,” “handy dandy” cleaning sponge. Have paper towels. First scrubbing tub, it’s gotten so grimy, wow… I remember when I used to work in a local ice cream parlor in my town, and one of my favourite things to do would be to mop the floors. The other employees and managers found this really weird, always said, like, “nobody wants to mop the floors,” but I always explained that it was one of the few activities that you could see the 1:1 results of your efforts immediately after doing it, and so I found it really really satisfying. Feeling the same way right now, scrubbing the tub, seeing all the muck and filth wash away with every little sponge motion.

Moving onto the sink now, first have to clear everything off of it. Electric toothbrush, check. Plastic comb, check. Gatsby hair product thing, check (when Phoebe came to use my wifi she was like, “of course you use Gatsby,” and I thought “oh crap, I’ve been ‘caught,’ I’ve been ‘pigeonholed’”). Toothpaste, check. Razor, check. Scrubbing sink now, scrubbing hard, scrubbing efficiently. This chemical stuff really “works wonders,” there must be some seriously bad stuff in here… Should I be using gloves? I don’t have sensitive skin, I’ve never really had problems with… With chemicals and my hands? I don’t know, seems like I should be using gloves right now.

11:43: Okay, deep-clean scrub finished, going to shower now, been looking forward to showering since last night. Don’t know why, I shower every day? I don’t know, maybe it’s from excitement that I’m, like, “preparing for the night,” going to meet up with person I met for drinks with a few nights ago this evening, extremely excited to do this, so, like, the shower is, like, propelling me into the day? Which gets me closer to the evening? I don’t know I DON’T KNOW I’m just trying to say I’m really hyped for this shower, okay? Going to put on some sweetass shower music. I got the best shower tunes, hit me up if you want the “sickest, dopest” shower playlists. I can curate them to your specific genre or BPM preferences. Just let me know, “drop me a line.”

11:48: Putting on clothes now. Going to “throw on” my “edgy pants,” and a thermal top, and “FUNERAL” hoodie, and Walnut Hill jacket. “Standard attire,” heheh. Wondering if I should also wear my raincoat? It’s supposed to rain steadily this evening, but I don’t want to be, like, sweating… I also don’t really mind the rain, it’s just water, it’s really not that big of a deal, it’s just like, you’re wet, so what? I’ll just bring my super crappy umbrella with me, that should be enough to mitigate any “water damage” my body could take. Read in Disaster Artist yesterday that Tommy had a daily routine of drinking five Red Bulls. Reminds me of me in middle school. “Fiending for” a Red Bull today, really “jonesing” for one, going to put some change in my pocket and grab one from a dep on my way to school.

12:00: Backpack: PACKED. Wallet: IN POCKET. Keys? I GOT THOSE TOO, BABY. Going to head to school and update this liveblog, and then practice piano for however many hours my brain lets me. Not sure what kind of “piano vibes” I’m getting today, but I hope it’ll be good?? Have also been putting off listening to Daniil Trifonov’s newest album, it’s Rachmaninov’s second and fourth concerti, and some Bach transcriptions. I really don’t like the fourth concerto, and I only sometimes like the second, even though I was super obsessed with it when I was younger, in my early-and-mid teens. Remember texting one of my friends, someone I feel more fondly towards than almost any of my friends, Alex, how long it took him to learn the first movement of the second concerto, just as a baseline so I could compare my own timeline and see if I was “on par” with how good at learning new pieces I wanted to be, and he told me he learned it in something ridiculous like one afternoon. He’s one of the most self-determined people I’ve ever met, maybe the most self-determined, miss him a lot. Should send him a message, why haven’t I done that...

Sorry sorry yeah so I’m going to take some time too and listen to the album in the practice rooms. Will probably/inevitably give me more practicing motivation. I am a huge fan of Trifonov. Will let you people know how the album is.

16:25: Packing up my piano books. Hey hey hey! Hi hi hi! What’s up YouTube!! If you’re wondering how the practicing went, it was… Satisfactory. I started warming up with some Schubert, his last sonata, and promptly started like sobbing uncontrollably. Can never seem to make it more than a few pages in before this always happens. Played through the first movement and second movement, no repeat in the first just to “save time” as I intended it to be a warm up, and created a pretty substantial pool of tears on the practice room floor by the time I was done. How the heck does anyone practice pieces like this without becoming a giant mess of tears?? Dissociate? I don’t know.

Felt really really good to play through it, though; one of my favourite pieces that I love the more and more I work on it. I thought I sounded really good in the Schubert, so I moved to Alkan, which was substantially worse. Felt like I had really heavy brain fog, like, a dense miasma of brain fog. Was able to play, but felt distinct disconnection between what my hands were doing, and what my head was thinking. I really hate that sensation, when you don’t feel in control of what you’re playing, so I switched to Thalberg, which was a bit better, but really just felt off. Played it through and did a little passage work before turning to Beethoven, opus 110, another one of my favourite sonatas, and my favourite Beethoven sonata by a long shot. After working on this pretty intensely I was like, okay, so you practiced for an okay amount of time, four hours or so, and even though you didn’t sound good, or feel good, you still did work, and you still put in effort.

Haven’t gotten groceries in a long time, going to head to Provigo to get supplies for massive Greek salad and pasta, here’s what I’m gonna get:

-bell peppers

-cherry tomatoes

-english cucumber

-lemon

-kalamata olives

-dill (maybe, if i want to “splurge”)

-red onion

-feta cheesee

-pasta sauce (i’m lazy i don’t wanna make it myself don’t judge me okay)

-mushrooms

Have the rest of the ingredients like dry pasta and stuff for Greek salad dressing at home. Gonna try and “beat the rain,” too.

16:45: Success in the grocery store. Also ended up buying a large scented candle as a bit of an impulse purchase; I really like things that create pleasant/comfy/cozy scents, and my Airwick thing I plug into my wall ran out of oil, and I don’t have any more incense, so I was like, “yeah, my mom loves scented candles, I love scented candles, let’s get a scented candle, yes.” Chose “Cashmere Woods” scent. It’s brownish in colour. Hope it smells as good as the name implies, one can never tell just by pure sniffing of the unmelted wax… Very… distrustful… Oh, oh! Also got bananas. Need some breakfast food that I can take and run out of the door.

16:56: Home. Going to unpack groceries and then read more of the Disaster Artist in bed, I think. Will also catch up on some YouTube tech videos. Feeling like a real nerd right now.

16:59: Got a Facebook message from the person I’m seeing again tonight!!! Okay so we’re going to meet at 22h, that gives me enough time to be productive before then, getting really cozy in bed, “settling in” for a nice read. Heheh. Ho ho ho. Something about “hehe” is just so funny to me, I still can’t place why, can any of you help explain it to me?

18:13: Got through a whole slew of tech videos, a whole mess of tech videos. Was just starting to read Disaster Artist when I heard the notification sound from my speakers hooked up to my laptop on my esk that notifies me when my younger brother signs into Overwatch. “Chatted him up” and he said he could play A FEW ROUNDS. MULTIPLE. Do you people realize how huge this is?! Usually he just has time for one! Maybe it’s because he has a long weekend? Monday for him is a teacher’s day or something, so he gets it off. Either way, here we go!!!!

19:37: Wow those were some INTENSE games. Played tank for some of it, then DPS for most of it. Haven’t actually played Tracer in so long, I used to main her so hard. Still my favourite champion to play alongside Junkrat. We played pretty well, won most of our rounds, wow, my adrenaline is so pumped up from that, can’t believe it’s been over an hour?! Holy heck that flew by. Brother going to eat dinner now, recommended that I make greek salad. Will probably do that, or maybe go for a run?? I don’t know, I’ve been so physically inactive the past week, I feel like a slug, I should at least do SOMETHING.

20:08: Yeah my adrenaline is pumping way too hard. This always happens, as a kid even if I was just having a “playdate” with a friend, I would get so so so, uh, not anxious, but like overly excited? Manic? That I literally couldn’t focus on anything or sit still, so I’d just run around doing menial activities while sweating through my palms profusely and just feeling a huge tightness in my chest. This still happens to me, but not as strongly, I think?? Unless I’m super excited to see someone, which I am tonight?? I need to “burn off some steam,” think I’m going to go on an intense bike ride, okay, see you guys soon, yes yes YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

20:13: CHRIST ON A CRACKER I forgot it’s raining now!!! OH NO HOW AM I GONNA crap crap I don’t have a flipping fender for my bike so if I go biking I’m gonna get soaked crap crap crap maybe I’ll just take a walk and blast music?? Yeah that’s feasible, won’t get too “wet” from that it’s gonna be great, I’ll do that, okay!!!! Just “thinking out loud,” here, folks, move along, nothing to see here, nothing at all.

20:41: Back from walk. Was really nice, rocked out to some Ghost (Rats, Con Clavi Con Dio, Cirice, Faith, in that order, I think?) and just chose some side streets off of Saint Laurent. Picked up a “quille” of 10.1% Labatt that the person mentioned wanting to get after she taught me the Quebec slang for those 1.17L, or 40oz dirt cheap big bottles of beer. Can’t call them 40s here, different system of measurement, can now call them quille. Seems astounding it took me this long to learn the term for it. Also got some Unibroue beers to “balance out” the pond scum that is 10.1 Labatt, even though it seems like my best friends here and I all concur that 10.1 Labatt is strangely delicious? Like we’d voluntarily, and do voluntarily drink it. Ooh, and some Powerade, lemon-lime flavour, my favourite. I’ve always preferred Powerade to Gatorade in terms of taste for as long as I can remember. You may be asking, “George, that’s a lot of liquids, why did you even get the Powerade, that’s just sugar water.” You’re right, but I just got my pay stubs from the last two weeks so I know how much I made so I was like, “you can go crazy, it’s the weekend before Halloween, do it, loser.” And you know what??? I DID IT. Going to eat a turkey sandwich now. Internal monologue repeating, “a nicely stocked fridge means a nicely stocked mind.” Hehe. Eheheheh.

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