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merakiui · 2 months
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Hi!!!! For the prompt thing!
“Is that how you see me?” With Azul?
Hi hiiii!!! :D thank you for asking!!! <3
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"If we pretend to be a newly married couple, do you think this hotel would give us the honeymoon suite?" Idly, you scroll through photos of the hotel and its rooms, admiring the jacuzzi bath and the wide, tall windows with a breathtaking view. "It's a nice place. Kinda expensive, though."
Azul looks up from the economics magazine he's been poring over for the past fifteen minutes now. He sits against the headboard of his bed, and you're lying flat on your back. Your legs are draped over his lap in a casual sprawl. Sometimes, when you're side by side like this, he thinks otherwise of your arrangement.
Just marry 'em already, Floyd had once said. You're doin' all the usual shit couples do. What's one more step?
Although that 'one more step' is more like a giant, impossible leap across a yawning cavern with a horrendous drop. He can't risk it.
Azul peers at your phone when you hand it to him. He flicks through the images, assessing quality and aesthetics in one go. "It's not bad. Why a honeymoon suite, though?"
"I dunno. It sounds fun. I think we'd pass as a believable couple."
He exhales through his nose, amused. "Is that how you see me? As a stand-in husband?"
"Your words."
Azul rolls his eyes playfully, an impish grin tugging at his lips. He sets his magazine and your phone on the bedside table before moving to lie beside you. You peer at him as he props himself up on one arm.
"Your implication," he counters, leaning in to rub noses with you.
"Your choice." You wink, preening under the affectionate treatment. "So what do you think? Vacation as a faux married couple—yes or no?"
"My answer should be clear enough." Azul drags you into a lazy embrace, pressing his forehead to yours. "Come with me to pick out a ring. If we're going to commit to the act, we might as well cover all of our bases, yes?"
"Fine by me."
"My dearest angelfish, you've made me the happiest man," he exaggerates.
"Save that for when you put the ring on me, charmer."
"It doesn't hurt to practice now. Shall I lend you my surname for rehearsal?"
You loop your arms around him, legs intertwining. "Why, how kind of you."
The rest of your gratitude is expressed in a slow, sweet kiss.
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dearestones · 9 months
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His Eyes Focused On You (L x Reader)
Warnings: NSFW, nothing too explicit, established relationship, etc. 
Anonymous Request: i was wondering if i could request something about nsfw interaction with L x reader in an established relationship:“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  thank you so much 😊 
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It’s a tangle of limbs and half muttered phrases, all of it crooned or muttered in throes of passion. There's bedsheets and pillows, the fragrance of pastries and the stagnant air that accompanies hotel rooms. As you're swept up in the rising heat of frantic touches and lingering kisses, you can barely keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the moment of pure vulnerability.
Your bed partner, all toned muscle and soft grunts, is holding you tightly, almost too tight. The pressure is comforting, making you believe that this is real.
It has to be real.
"Are you okay?"
You can't help but ask, as your back arches off the bed, your chest meeting his eager mouth. His tongue laves around your sensitive skin and his hands, soft finger pads and calloused palms exploring every inch of your body.
At your question, he pauses and his dark eyes meet yours. 
Before you had become close to him, intimate in a way that you knew was afforded to few people, you didn't peg him for the type of person to want to get physical with another human being. Of course, you knew that most people had needs. You just assumed that based on his line of work and his preference for privacy, you thought that he would use other means to satisfy his primal urges. And if toys or other sources of stimulation weren't enough, then you supposed that he must have sought carnal satisfaction through sex workers.
For the most part, you were right. As a detective on the move, it was imperative for him to remain loose and detached from others. Sex workers, escorts, and the like could be bribed into silence. Machines and toys could be bought anonymously online. However, months of close relations and intimate conversation had culminated into the slow and steady crescendo of you and your beloved partner finally settling into each other's arms in an erotic dance that had you swaying your hips and falling neatly into his arms. 
Over and over again. 
Was it purely all physical? 
You hoped that this relationship meant something to him. Many days were spent poring over his investigations and most nights were spent in each other’s arms. He loved talking, you knew that, but he also liked observing you. Watching you. Making note of your likes and dislikes, what made you tick, what made you smile that special smile of yours that made him proud. 
In turn, you did the same. 
You could never fool yourself into thinking that you truly knew every aspect of him, but when you were close together like this, with both your hips moving against each other in unison, sweet friction inciting the embers of passion, you thought you could finally see the man underneath the facade of a cold, analytical character. You had never doubted that he was human, but you never knew that he could lower his defenses to reveal that he was warm to the touch and that his heart beat fast under your touches. 
“Are you okay?” You ask again, insistently this time. One of your hands lands on his bicep while the other cups his cheek. It’s intimate, too close to tender and leagues away from pure carnal intent. Often, the both of you would incite foreplay through banter, build up the tension with lingering touches and innuendo and then finally consummate your union. However, it was rare for soft touches that conveyed nothing more than affection and the trust that you had for him. 
L, your lover, trusted you enough that you wouldn’t kill him in his sleep. 
But L, the world’s greatest detective, only looked to you for help whenever he needed insight on one of his cases. 
Having resigned yourself to the fact that this relationship was never going to be in your favor, you would not be surprised if L had decided to shrug away your soothing touches and continued to bring the both of you to completion. You would not lie: you ached for the sweet release of bliss, but you were content to remain connected as is, bodies intertwined and your sweat dripping and pooling together underneath your bodies and soaking into the sheets. 
Yet, just when you were about to release L and to urge your hips to move against his, you felt your heart flutter with warmth when he interlaced his fingers with your fingers that caressed his cheek. For a brief moment, his dark eyed gaze kept you entranced, the look in his eyes seemingly expressionless, but the intensity stemming from a passion that you had never seen him display so brazenly before. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” It comes out as a whisper, barely louder than your moans as he leans closer to you, his every movement brushing against your most sensitive parts of you. There’s a broken, jagged edge to his tone, like a porcelain vase that had been broken and sanded down to prevent injury. Scars that never healed right. 
L continues to hold your gaze and the grip that he has on your body seems to tighten and grow even warmer.
You’re lightheaded, but still very much aware of your surroundings and of course, L. 
“It’s because I love you,” you whisper without any hint of irony or shame. Perhaps if you weren’t naked and swept up in his arms, maybe you might have thought twice about admitting such a thing, but in that moment, you wanted to be true to yourself. 
“I love you,” you say again. 
L holds you close, his dark eyed gaze never waving before you notice that the lines of his lips have softened and that one corner had lifted into a soft smile. Bending down, he presses a kiss–too chaste for this situation, but so very telling of his true desires–to your temple before he continues his ministrations from before, careful to keep his pace steady and his eyes focused on you. 
It didn’t matter if he didn’t say it back. 
His actions spoke otherwise. 
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devintrinidad · 3 months
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🦊🦊🦊🦊 I was scared to approach you for a while until we actually talked. Turns out you're super sweet and amazing—
Oh my gosh, you were??? Hahah, it was so nice getting to know you as well! I’m glad that you reached out in the beginning, even if it was because of “she who shall not be named”. :D
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yandere-daydreams · 6 months
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Congrats, you're on todayontumblr :D
my great love for fat bears has caused me to break containment and expose myself to the greater public of tumblr dot com. apologies all around. i will see myself out as soon as grazer's victory is properly celebrated.
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hisredhysteria · 2 years
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Hiya, Devin here! I loved getting your asks and getting to know other people better, so I'll be returning the favor. Why is Akudama Drive the main focus of your blog? Who is your favorite Akudama Drive character? Do you write for other fandoms? And what inspired you to write in the first place? Ohhhh, and what are your pronouns if you don't mind me asking? You don't have to answer all of my questions, I'm just curious. Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day! :D
YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG I could probably go on and on about Akudama Drive— so this might be long-! I'll highlight the main points as I could absolutely never expect anyone to read through all this nonsense!
The reason it's the focus of my blog is...for a few reasons— I love this anime and I've watched many before Akudama Drive, but it's the first one to make me feel as though I love all of the characters, no matter what. Yes, I absolutely despised Doctor, but in the end I found that I loved that I despised her. It's also a very underrated anime, and it had some content, just not a lot.
Secondly, I'm actually quite a reserved person online, I've roleplayed with others, but usually they approached me! I've never written fanfiction before this blog. It was a long 8 months after me having seen Akudama Drive before I even decided to actually make this blog— I've always loved writing and so I found myself making headcanons for Akudama Drive randomly. Eventually it dawned on me, why not share? Even if no one sees it, someone MIGHT and it'll be a win-win. They get content for an anime that's deprived and I get to write for an anime I love!
My favorite Akudama Drive character is Cutthroat! I'm sure that's obvious though— I tend to like the characters with a very skewed sense of love, along with feminine or childish characteristics....they also tend to be quite the knife wielders like Azusa, Yuri, Juuzou..., But after having made this account, Courier is another character I GREATLY respect. I love him so very much and because so many of my mutuals would request for me to write for him, I grew to fall in love with him despite me overlooking him a little. I still liked him previously for the role he played in the anime though. I was even crying the entire last episode for him... The chase as well because I felt as though what he was doing was something he didn't have to do, yet he did anyways..? It touched me a lot. I also still cry over Swindlers death and I can't hear her voice without feeling some type of way... Okay I'm getting off topic— IM SORRY but Swindler is also another favorite...along with Hacker—
I have also written for other fandom's if you count roleplay! I've roleplayed as Azusa, Kanato, Laito, and Ruki from Diabolik Lovers.....I've even dabbled as Armin at one point from Attack on Titan— And I think I've contemplated writing for Kuroshitsuji....I may have actually and just forgot—
What inspired me to write! Here I'd like to thank my teachers— No, I'm kidding...well they sort of inspired me to continue by telling me I was good at it from a young age, but from then on it's mostly my own ideas. I'm not very talented at a lot of creative things, but writing is something I can sort of do and it's a huge way for me to process my interests or emotions into something. Which is why my content may seem dark. I love horror, but I think it can fit with the theme of Akudama Drive so it doesn't stand out too terribly as idk....making dark fanfiction about My Little Pony would...
And my pronouns are she/her!! Maybe I'll share here that my name is also Chloe!
Again Devin, you're SO SWEET— OMG 😭 Thank you SO much for asking me anything at all, it really means a lot and I'm so happy to find others who also enjoy this anime!
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avistellart · 1 year
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Hi! I really love your twst art so much! Especially the dorm uniforms and your oc as well! The interactions she has with the tweels are so cute and I love looking at them! Is she part of Pomefiore? Heheh, maybe you should dress her up in your version of the Octavinelle uniform. Thanks so much for such beautiful art and I hope you have a wonderful day!
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Ahhhh, thank you very much!!
My OC is my Yuusona/ MC, so her dorm is Ramshackle! I like designing/ drawing her in different kinds of outfits, so I actually planned on drawing her in other dorm uniform-inspired dressed but tailored more towards her style/ preferences (:
Thanks again for the kind message! <3
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superfanloveraxl · 2 years
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Hey, I read your tags for when you reblogged my Hoodlum and Courier interaction. I just wanted to say thank you and that I enjoyed reading them very much! Have a wonderful day! :D
Aw, I'm glad! <:] I always wanted to react in tags but was too nervous every time because I didn't want to come off as overwhelming or annoying though so I never did til now. But glad to hear you enjoyed reading them!^^ I hope you have a good weekend and always enjoy reading your works! :]
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224terminal · 9 months
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Hi! I know the story behind your other name, merakiui, but can you give the backstory for 224terminal? I know it's an airport, but the number? Just curious, hehehe... And I'm also excited for your yandere ocs! :D
thank you for your excitement!!!! :D
as for the name, 224 means 2day (today), 2morrow (tomorrow), and 4ever (forever). terminal is an airport, but it’s a word with many meanings. it can also mean “situated at the end or extremity of something” or “predicted to lead to death.” hence the tagline “the bittersweet end.”
so essentially my username has two meanings!
224terminal -> a today, tomorrow, and forever with an ending.
224 terminal -> an airport in which there are many todays, tomorrows, and forevers passing through every gate.
i like airports because you can meet all sorts of interesting and fun people in them, and most of those meetings can be fleeting. so for a blog in which you will meet many characters, each one different from the last, it can feel like that of a bustling airport! although for aesthetic purposes, i like to imagine this airport is desolate and not many pass through and everything is overgrown with flowers and weeds and the skylight is shattered, but the terminal still welcomes all who wish to visit. almost like a destined or fated meeting!
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miss-moray-mirage · 2 months
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YOUR LATEST ART
ITS SO GOOD LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!
I’m scrolling through, loving what I’m seeing! Jade absolutely beautiful. Floyd very pleasing to the eyes. BUT AZUL
AZUL
MY HEART!!! AHHHHH
THE EYES THR GLASSES THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE
Love your art so much!!! Keep
Up the great work! You’ve improved so much and it shows!!! Have a wonderful day! :D
Hello, dear devintrinidad~
Oh my goodness me🤭, after receiving and reading such beautiful ask, my day has definitely started wonderfully~
Thank you so much! I appreciate your time in writing as well as your lovely and encouraging words~😄
Seeing such joy when anyone checks my drawings is the most rewarding thing I could receive. And I do plan in making more, of course.😉
I hope you have a wonderful day as well~🤗
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saneriddlefan67 · 4 months
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@devintrinidad
I was thinking about that option too, but it would be so cool if they showed some moments where Azul uses both of his hands since I don't think he would randomly turn right handed when he transforms into a human. I can understand if he favors his right hand BUT PLS TWST DON'T IGNORE THE FACT THAT HE COULD USE ALL OF HIS TENTACLES TO DO DIFFERENT STUFF???
I don't think there's any ambidextrous character, it would be cool if there was one though. Azul will remain ambidextrous in my brain forever/hj I wish Twst showed more of the mermen traits Octavinelle has tbh
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a-little-lostecho · 1 year
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@devintrinidad ssdjksdsk i actually wasn’t expecting anyone to read my random thoughts abt that but the amount of joy and serotonin i just received from u taking interest in it tysm :>
anyways they use the same pronouns as i do since he’s my sona (so he/they) and before i get into the logistics of my drawing i have to talk a little more about the octotrios’ countdown art bc i left a few bits of information out of the original post (since i wasn’t prepared for anyone to be so invested sdjskdjsk)
Jade and Azul particularly have a lot of other similarities, more so than Floyd and Azul, which makes sense considering the two of them are more similar to each other. like Azul and Jade both facing left with a hand on their hat and both of them smirking. the bubbles also surround them more as i think i mentioned before rather than coming out of their mouth like Floyd’s does. (although it may be interesting to not that jade lets the bubbles entirely surround him while Azul only lets them stay in front or to the side of him. is this important? possibly lmao but that’s not what i’m here to talk about so,)
my sona’s countdown art was sorta made to mirror both Azul and Floyd particularly. mirror Azul’s in the way the tweels are both facing back and in opposite directions w their heads tilted different ways, and mirror Floyd’s in the way Azul and Jade’s do. I did a few things to sorta mimic them so lemme try to list them rq (excluding the bubbles bc i’ll get to those later)
• azul faces down, mine has his head raised
• azul faces left, I face right
• both azul and I’s most notable clothing article is the grey colored thing but thats less bc of me trying to mirror moreso a coincidence
• floyd faces right, i face right
• floyd shows his teeth, i show my teeth
• floyd has his hands down and i have my hands down
• floyd and i both have our heads tilted up
• (and an extra not exactly pose related detail but general character design thing) both floyd and I wear our dorm uniforms more.. messily. haphazardly, you could say
it’s supposed to compliment and mirror aztweels’ cd arts like a missing puzzle piece, essentially, which fits the dynamic i’ve created for them in my head as well. like in the way Jade and Azul are most similar to each other, Lost and Floyd share more traits with each other than they do with the aforementioned two which i don’t wanna mention bc i’ve already been rambling so much and we haven’t even got to what you asked yet ah-
NOW! onto the actual bubbles lmao. notice that i’ve yet to mention jade yet in similarities i’ve chosen to reference/mirror so far. that’s because i referenced his art in the bubbles. the way our bubbles are placed is most similar (ie in the sort of three cluster pattern that surrounds the figure) except mine are with the addition of having the bubbles also come from my mouth in the same way floyd’s do for the aforementioned reasons.
beyond that onto the bubbles themself, i don’t have much to say when it comes to the shape of them besides the fact that i wanted them to be that way lol. somewhat anti climactic, but it’s probably worth noting that they’re organized in a way that makes it look like smaller, thinner, bubbles are gathering to form bigger ones rather than Jade and Azul’s who’s bubbles look more like bigger ones breaking apart. and my bubbles always tend to grow smaller as they rise (save for the corner one because I did that first so it looks most similar as i looked at the reference for it the most + it’s in the corner so we can’t see the top) i can’t really say more for what that means about me personally, it probably says smth lol if you look into it enough but yeah that’s abt it!
conclusion: my twst sona was created to compliment the existing dynamic more than anything else and steals a lot of inspiration from the above three because they grew up in close proximity together and have the habit of picking up on certain inflections and poses (in general, not necessarily seen here)
i’m sorry this was so long!! i got carried away, but i hope this satisfies your curiosity and if you’re interested in more i always love talking more about my sona’s and oc’s and would love new friends <33
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merakiui · 3 months
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MERA NEW JADE CARD IN TIME FOR TMDG
I PAUSED MY EDITING SO FAST TO CHECK AND OOOOOOOOOO,,,,,,, ojiisan is too cute. >_< he looks like a sweet, elderly shop owner who is polite, but will also become quite fearsome in certain circumstances. The sharp smile… The way he’s bent over slightly……. The clasped hands…………… THE HAT AND SCARF. OMG AND THE LOVELY TRADITIONAL WEAR!!! I want to pretend this is a stance his father adopts sometimes,,, he feels like your definitely-not-but-absolutely mafia grandfather who is the retired head of the business and now he just runs a tea shop. <3
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dearestones · 1 year
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Necessary Compliance (Yandere! L x Reader)
Warnings: Yandere behavior. 
Anonymous Request: yandere L fic where the reader has ‘accepted’ that that probably wont be let out, but that doesnt mean they are gonna make life with him easy. They wont eat, drink, talk etc. Anything he does try will be met with resistance every step of the way
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"It's not poisoned."
You simply stared down into your bowl of soup, the contents of which was foreign to you and more than likely the product of whatever city you were taken to. Ten minutes ago, it was hot enough that the steam was gently wafting up to your face to coat it with condensation. Despite the disgust that bubbled in your stomach, desperately seeking to be let out, you held your tongue and remained focused on keeping calm. 
At this point, this was the only course of action you could take. 
For the past four weeks, three days, seven hours, and ten minutes, you had been surprisingly... cooperative for a person who had been held against their will. L supposed that it was psychology at work. After all, he had been nothing if not kind and accommodating to your needs. Every day, you were provided with nutritious meals, ample space for exercise, and access to a high quality shower and hygienic products. If anything else, you were cordial.
But that simply wasn’t enough.
If L had been trying to coerce you into admitting a crime through humane means such as this—as opposed to some of his more unsavory methods—he would have let you go already. However, that simply wasn’t the case. Rather, you were an innocent civilian who had been practically plucked off the street, your only connection to L only a byproduct of circumstance and coincidence. Had you been in the mood for banter, you would have brought up that topic once more, but you were tired. 
And you no longer cared. 
As your captivity stretched from days to weeks, which eventually morphed into months, you realized that there was no escape. Why even try? L had a vast array of resources at his very disposal. Wherever he went, there was sure to be a retinue of guards hiding somewhere within the premises, their gazes trained on you should you ever escape your captor’s grasp. 
And even if L wasn’t as powerful as your mind made him seem, he was still vastly intelligent and if need be, could quickly and physically overpower you. 
On all fronts, physical and mental, you were forced against the wall with nowhere to turn. 
So.
This.
You would comply. 
You would be quiet.
But that didn’t mean that you would bow down to his whims. 
As you continued to give your bowl of soup a glare that would have reheated it back to its steaming glory, L finally conceded to obey his baser desires. Normally, the famed detective would have left you to your own devices, often asking his closest advisor, a man that he called Watari despite his very British accent, to feed you instead. However, it had been at least two weeks since you’ve last spoken and even longer since you’ve raised a hand against him. Some might call what you were doing progress—a tamed beast. 
However, you were a far cry from who you were before. 
And L wanted you back. 
You heard him get up from his seat, his feet padding towards you before a cold, spindly hand grasped your chin. Disciplined and spiteful, you kept your mouth closed to keep your gasp from reaching his ears. If there was one thing you knew about L, it was that once you had given him the satisfaction, you might as well have let him win this battle of wills.
It had been a while since you had let down your guard, but you couldn't let up now. Hunger, which gnawed and clawed at the insides of your stomach and made your hands tremble with the aching need of want, you could ignore. Thirst, the heavenly fire that coated the insides of your throat with raw sand, you could mildly alleviate with the taste and heat from your saliva.
You were above human desires.
You could beat L at his own game.
In this way, you were better than L—top detective and most brilliant man most people would have killed to have met at least once in their life.
"The last time you refused to eat, you lasted three days before you gave up." He jerked your head up so that you had no choice but to look him in the eyes.
The first time you met him, you had faced him the same way. That is to say, you kept your eyes trained downwards, your gaze never quite meeting his. You wouldn't say that you were shy, but you definitely were not confident in how you appeared before him.
But when you met gazes for the first time, you knew what L exactly was.
L was not human.
He was a parasite who wore the skin of a human as if it were a pair of ill fitting pants. He fed off your every emotion, the fights that you would instigate by not feeding into his delusional fantasies that one day you would cede your very soul and spirit to him. He knew better, of course he did, but that didn't stop him from staring at you as if you were a science project.
What could he do to manipulate you? To make you finally be his?
If physical violence didn't work, then what about promises of riches? Of delights that could only be experienced by those with power and influence like himself?
And if enticing you with human temptations such as that wouldn't be the thing to make you heel to him, then what about sweet honeyed words that dripped with a poison that would slowly but surely rot your brains and make you that much more malleable to his whims.
The day would come, you knew this, but until then, you tried to remain steadfast.
L's nails, freshly cut, dug deep into your skin.
"Shall I call Watari? We can have you fed intravenously if need be."
That threat had been hanging over your head ever since you began your quiet rebellion. Although you had managed to cave into your hunger before you were forced to give up your autonomy, you managed to glimpse L's faithful servant hauling in equipment that made your blood go cold. You knew that L was not against going against the law to achieve what he wanted most.
It was the results that mattered in the end, not how he got there.
At this point, you shouldn't be surprised, but...
It frightened you.
You were taken away from everything you had known, stripped of your most basic rights, and now, you were going to be force fed as if you were lower than an animal.
L crouched in front of you. Although appearing as if he were shorter than you, the control he had over the situation never wavered.
From the very beginning, you had no chance.
"Well?" His voice was monotone, but you could hear the mild mocking lilt underlying his voice. "What would you rather do?"
You could only comply, the idea of debasing yourself was too much.
You ate and every bite that slid down your throat was tasteless and ashy.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.
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devintrinidad · 1 month
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HOW HAS YOUR JOB BEEN GOING SO FAR DEVIN? I KNOW YOU SAID YOU START TRAINING ON THE ....12TH?
YES OH MY GOSH
CHLOE
CHLOE
CHLOE
IT'S BEEN
IT'S BEEN REALLY WEIRD AND FUN AND SO TIRING
Okay, here's the thing, the first day was really great! I got to meet some members of the team I'm instructed to work with! I got really sleepy after my eight hours (I'm currently training myself to not rely on naptime in the afternoons anymore lol). But yeah, I got to see and interact with some of the kids!
Currently, I'm in a training center now (good for two weeks) and then I'm back in my center to shadow my seniors and actually start working with my kids.
Today was my fourth day at the training center and let me tell you, it's like being in school. It's all notes on powerpoints, group roleplay, quizzes, oh gosh! I know it's all in preparation for the certification exam that I'm supposed to take as soon as I finish a competency assessment at my center, but it can be so mentally taxing!
I'm glad that I have a psych background since it's been helping me out, but I looked ahead into future modules and we'll be delving into territory I'm not so familiar with. Everyone there goes to different centers (I'm the only one of my kind lol), but they're all so nice and friendly!)
Side note: You're talking to the King of Kahoot :D
Won 3 kahoots over the past few days!
Anywhoozles, I'm getting my first paycheck on the first (yes, the training is paid for heheh) and I can't wait to celebrate! :D
Thank you so much for asking! I'm glad that you remembered!
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@devintrinidad has asked me to expand on my theory/headcanon that Cutthroat has synesthesia.
...Unfortunately, it was from a while ago, pretty much my first theory as soon as I found out about Cutthroat’s “red halo” thing. I justified and explored it back then, but I’m a bit rusty. That being said, it’s still absolutely the way I personally look at it, which is why I don’t mind making a post to talk about it, even if it won’t be as “informative” or coherent as if I’d written it when I... knew better, I guess, lol.
This is still going to be long, but I feel like both my followers and viewers of the Akudama Drive tag are starting to be used to it... (/ω\*)……… (/ω•\*)
So, my theory is basically that Cutthroat’s “different perception of the world and people” - and as such his red halos - is a form of synesthesia. Of course, the writers of Akudama Drive didn’t expand on that at all, but I like to imagine a world where they did.
My view of it is that Cutthroat genuinely views the world in black and white, which can be interpreted as either 1. an effect of his synesthesia or 2. genuine colour blindness. Again, this wasn’t explored enough - does Cutthroat see the colour red aside from the halos, or does he just like knowing that something is red? It’s most likely the former, which could still be colour blindness as I believe that doesn’t have to mean seeing anything in black and white - I myself am not colour blind, though. Of course, it’s very likely that the black and white images we as viewers were shown were nothing more than a visual, in which case Cutthroat isn’t actually colour blind (or his synesthesia doesn’t have the effect of removing other colours), but I personally lean into the interpretation that he is the most.
Mind you, I wholeheartedly believe that Cutthroat’s synesthesia isn’t real-world synesthesia, but instead anime synesthesia. By that, I mean that a real or likely occurence was modified or expanded in order to be turned into a plot device or power.
My main inspiration to look at Cutthroat’s Thing™ as synesthesia is that when I watched Akudama Drive, I had recently watched Canaan. Canaan, the titular character (and also a character in 428: Shibuya Scramble & its extra content), has synesthesia, which in the context of the anime, is used practically as a super power. (Similar to how shows with a positive representation of an autistic character tend to use very specific symptoms and elevate them to the point of a super power.) I honestly liked Canaan’s interpretation and representation of synesthesia, with the knowledge that it is obviously not extremely realistic. Due to Cutthroat’s unrealistic speed and ability to kill - it would fit in well, in my opinion, to give him synesthesia in a similar specific and unrealistic way.
(By the way, I loved Canaan and recommend it, but you have to play Shibuya Scramble first, a fun game imo~)
To my limited knowledge, even in real life, there isn’t just one specific way to experience synesthesia (though there are obviously shared experiences between those who have it), and it takes multiple forms...
(By the way, I am not educated enough to know if it would make the most sense to use “synesthesia” or “ideasthesia” to describe Cutthroat’s made up version of the experience - as I actually... didn’t know about the second term until just now. It would appear to be complex to define what is what exactly anyway, as synesthesia isn’t the simplest phenomenon to explain and diagnose.)
...So here is, roughly, how I view Cutthroat’s experience: Cutthroat associates, without realising, certain elements of a person’s behaviour and/or appearance to the visual of a red halo. He himself, as we were shown, most likely doesn’t know what it means or where it comes from, but it is the way he has always perceived the world. Based on Swindler, it is most likely her strong conviction or her devotion to others that made him view her red halo - in which Cutthroat would have been able to pick up right away from small details about the way she behaved, moved, and/or spoke, that others wouldn’t notice, that she was the kind of person he associates with a red halo.
Later on, as this belief, behaviour, convicition, whatever it is, becomes stronger within her, he picks up on it with more and more ease, leading to the halo becoming larger.
It... possibly makes more sense in my head, but hopefully this gives context as to my point of view. I don’t think Cutthroat’s Thing™ is an actual super power, but instead a very personal perception of the world based on things he picks up about people without necessarily realising it. What makes it (anime) synesthesia is the fact that these elements he picks up are represented, to him, by the visual of a red halo. Instead of putting it into words in his mind, he thinks it as the red halo.
This also gives room to discussion on what Cutthroat thought of that peculiar perception of the world/people. What led to his obsession with it? (On its own, someone who isn’t Cutthroat could have accepted the red halos as part of their personal perception and went on with their lives without making it such a big deal.) Is it the fact that he saw no other colour than red? Or is his obsession with red something that came first, leading to his (anime) synesthesia ignoring every other colour?
Lastly, one could wonder what he means when he says that he likes the colour pink, or other colours that contain red but are not red - does that mean that he likes pink enough to the point of being able to visualise it [assuming he does see the world in black and white and is not physically colour blind], or does he like it because he only sees the red in it? (Are Hoodlum’s clothes red to Cutthroat? Well honestly, no matter how you look at it, he probably doesn’t care about Hoodlum enough to even acknowledge him. Also, probably not, since he knows Pupil's eyes are specifically red.)
To conclude, it may not be right or make sense, but that’s what inspires me to think about. Even if it turns out not to be synesthesia (though I don’t believe any canon work will ever confirm anything else about Cutthroat), the way I think about it will still be inspired by synesthesia.
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I miss Rosie. Can we have Daisy playing with the little baby? Or helping Brian take care of Rosie? (Love your artstyle and your ocs! They're so cute and adorable!)
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