#got called stupid for voicing any opinions that differed from them

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Part 7 - running from a crucifixion

Dp x DC AU: Regent!Jazz & Vigilante!Jazz

"Look, to you I'm different- it's 'cause I refuse to listen to all the stupid shit that you include in your opinion. I got enough issues trying to be a human living in a ruined system while I'm running from a crucifixion." -Monster in Me by From Ashes to New

Masterlist Part 6

Jazz felt a shiver run down her spine. 

Currently in her office sorting through another pile of paperwork, the Regent hadn’t been bothered by any denzien for the past few hours thanks to the guard outside her door barring all but a select few. It’d been nice to demolish one of the piles that weighed down her desk.

She had a feeling that Danny was doing something stupid. Or reckless, but she was betting on stupid.  

Her little brother had finally healed enough to transform into Phantom to join her nightly patrols, a welcome addition to her mostly routine nights so far, and Jason’s proto-core was healing at a decent rate. Frostbite’s original timeline for him to wake up probably was on point, if he continued to adjust to the pure ecto in his system as he had been so far. It was good news for the Fentons, soon they would be able to move Jason back to his haunt. And Jazz could get her bed back. 

(She ignored the part of her that would miss his firm presence at her back, the jumble of limbs she had to untangle herself from every time she left the bed.) 

(Jason seemed to gravitate to her proto-core’s warmth.)

(It did not make Jazz happy. Not at all.) 

(Frostbite had only offered her a secretive smirk at her questioning of how attracted attached she was to the once-revenant.)

(Damn Yeti.)

A moment taken to clear her head of such thoughts, Jazz stood up from her desk to stretch her heavy limbs. Life was settling, oddly enough, but when would that change? 

Witching Hours patrol was, admittedly, Jazz’s favorite time of night- Crime Alley was alive while the world outside slept. There were good people who called the Alley their home, their haunt if you will, and the Regent found herself gravitating towards the street walkers when she wanted company during the slow moments. 

They were people doing a job and Jazz had nothing but respect for them. Interwoven as a tight-knit community, a new vigilante hanging about was disconcerting. The Regent was a steadfast presence though and was gradually wearing them down, but Jazz was sure her willingness to beat down the assholes who push their luck helped her case. 

Armored to the teeth with her ecto-sword at her side, she kept a watchful eye during the Alley’s Witching Hours patrol. The big bat himself had refused to cross into the Hood’s territory, but a few of the birds and smaller bats had no such qualm. 

With the King and his Regent’s aid of the Haunt of the Red Hood, the Shades that claimed shelter from larger predators would eagerly warn of approaching intruders, especially those that came with less than neutral intent.

Robin was one such intruder. 

The  youngest of the flock, a fellow sword wielding vigilante, the Robin was a strange bird. 

He felt like Jason did now, but younger, less corrupt than the ecto in the once-Revenant. Perhaps it was due to his age, but there was little doubt that the baby bird would become a powerful baby ghost when it was his time. 

(Lady Gotham had no more of herself left to give, should one of her knights meet an end.) 

(She had given of herself for Jason, the once and Future Hope of Gotham.)

The Regent, brought to attention by a Shade, turned to the Bird in her presence. 

“Good Evening, Robin.” Her voice echoed with a soft cadence. “What brings you to the Hood’s Haunt?” 

The small bird scowled, irritation all but leaking from his very being, “Where is Red Hood?” 

Though he couldn’t see her expression from underneath her helmet, Jazz tried not to let her shock be obvious. 

(What had led the bird to her?)

“Pardon?” 

“Do not waste time, tell me where my brother is and I will not hurt you.” 

(Oh, wasn’t that adorable.) 

Jazz craned her neck farther downward as she stepped closer, not daring to raise her sword from its lowered position at her side. 

The Robin froze as she stood toe to toe with him, the Shades of the Alley surrounding them both as they hissed their displeasure with his threat. 

(Much later, Jazz would soak in the feeling of belonging she received from the Shades.) 

(The Regent was theirs.)

Robin was surely catching the charged energy in the air around them. 

“I do not deal with threats, young bird, when they come from children who should not be heroes.” Jazz hissed, before she softened her tone. “Enough children have died for the sins of their parents.” 

(Danny.) 

(Ellie.) 

(Dan.) 

(Jasmine.) 

“If there is anything I can tell you,” the bird was frozen in shock, perhaps fear, as Jazz continued once more, “Jason will return and he will be free from his corruption, Robin.” 

The Regent did not stick around, instead allowing gravity to bring her down once she jumped from the rooftop. Hopefully Robin would understand something of what she said, but Jazz wasn’t going to get her hopes up. 

Tim did not like mysteries so close to home. 

Home being his siblings, his family, and nothing got his hackles raised more than a mystery that threatened the safety of his people. 

Jason had vanished, no communication in or out prior to his disappearance almost two weeks prior. Usually not a concern, but the Outlaws were all accounted for and had no knowledge of where Red Hood was. 

Or what he had been up to. 

When trying to find a missing person, it usually helped to know what they had been doing beforehand, but Jason was a miser when it came to his personal interests- which included civilian and vigilante activities. Sure, he allowed Oracle to connect him to the main channel, but he had yet to use it. 

Then there were the trackers. 

Tim had three of his own in each of his siblings, one for mask and uniform and two that could be used to record vitals remotely. Bruce had approved of such paranoid foresight, of course he did, and his siblings had only accepted it and moved in, but Jason had adamantly refused Bat-monitoring of any kind- trackers included. 

Though Cass had seen fit to convince their wayward brother otherwise. 

Lo and behold, Tim had been given access to Jason’s only tracker- code withheld by their silent sister until it was clear that Red Hood was missing. 

The best part? 

It was embedded in his chest, in his very body and despite the interference of something making his vital records a rollercoaster of confusing read outs, it proved that Jason had been very much alive on the day of the last Arkham breakout. 

The same breakout that Joker had been abducted and (supposedly) killed during, his head mounted like a grotesque trophy for the world to witness. 

It wasn’t a coincidence that the vitals went haywire within the same timeframe as the Breakout Alarm, was it? 

Tim triple checked the two times and yep, eerily same, though the biggest concern wasn’t that it was during Joker’s abduction, but the fact that the only vital to be recorded thanks to the strange interference was Jason’s heart rate- it’s max number reaching a distressing 230 bpm, before either the tracker finally gave up the ghost or … Jason did. 

It was the sort of thing Tim could only keep to himself for fear of sending Bruce down the path of madness again. 

It was unfortunate that Bruce seemed to come to the worst conclusion possible without Tim’s input.

The incidental meeting with the Ghost Kid, Phantom as he preferred, had thrown everything Tim believed about Death and Not-Death into a depressing tailspin, especially when he finally worked up the courage to sort through the documents and files on the flash drive. 

(And don’t get him started on which was weirder- a ghost having a flash drive or pulling said thing out of his chest like it was normal to have that ability.)

Bruce had not taken Phantom well. 

Not the ghost nor the information he dropped on Batman like a boulder; be it the fact that it was a dead kid he was speaking to, said kid pleading to not send him to war against the living, or an impending war with the Dead thanks to the Government fucking around and finding out. 

(Bruce had been livid.) 

(There were several people immensely grateful that Batman had a no killing rule.) 

(Otherwise heads would be rolling.) 

In all honesty, Tim wasn’t surprised anymore that the dumbasses messed up. 

What he was surprised about, was the lore of the Infinite Realms at his fingertips. It was fascinating that anyone could call these entities non-sapient when they had so many cultures and traditions, the Realms even had a monarchy! 

A powerful being that held several interesting titles according to Phantom’s files: Great One, Defender of The Light, Vanquisher of the Dark, the Once and Future King of Stars….

(Later, a bewildered Constantine would confirm that ‘yes, those are correct and not even close to all of them, how did you get this? Bloody hell, is this color-coded?’) 

(The files were, in fact, color-coded.)

(Green, Teal, Black and Red)

There were so many powerful entities on file, organized by their known power sets, preferred name, and their ‘danger rating’… and they were kept in the green section. 

(Strangely, a small ghost dog with the preferred name ‘Cujo’ was listed with two danger ratings- one for ‘small’ and one for ‘big’.) 

Phantom himself was listed with a mind-boggling power set that included almost the entirety of the Justice League’s own. The only note where it concerned his rating was ‘Spirit of Protection’, which Tim suspected meant that Phantom wasn’t a fighter unless he had to be one, but the power set given made him concerned about what exactly Phantom could be protecting that needed all that. 

The last listed in the high rating category was named only as ‘The Regent’, with the titles of ‘Lady of the Acropolis’ and ‘Death-Claimed Champion’. The picture was of a tall knight in black and teal armor, helmet fully obstructing their face much like the ‘Fright Knight’, bearing a long sword of some intricate design…. And bracelets he’d only seen worn by none other than Wonder Woman. 

Oh yeah, Batman was gonna have a field day.

A/N: Forgot to mention that the song quotes at the beginning are more there for decoration or what songs I was listening to as I wrote. All of them are added to the Jazz/Jason playlist I have.

The idea for the files came from the AO3 fic 'Batman, Meet Team Phantom', this specific chapter. Also, an Anger management ship fic that I've reread several times now. Not a copy, but I really liked the idea.

#dpxdc #dp x dc au #jazz fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #regent!jazz #Regent Jazz in Gotham

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Hi Aly! I love your writing so much! Can I request Arisu, Karube, and Chishiya headcannons with a smart significant other? Only if you feel writing it of course :) Thank you if you do - I look forward to seeing what you write next!!

y'all i finished revenge of others and i am OBSESSED with seok jaebum... anyways! i added kyuma and banda as characters i'll write for, so in the future feel free to request for them<3

there are a lot of different types of smarts in life (book smarts, street smarts, emotional intelligence, etc.) so i just had s/o written out as a combination of all of them. here you go nonnie!

warnings: none :)

arisu, chishiya, and karube with a smart s/o

arisu ryohei

arisu is so boyfriend material haha, he's always sooo impressed with you.

he knew you had a decent amount of intelligence based off of the test scores you showed him from university, but the first time you were fully able to show it off was during a game

it was a diamonds game, which wasn't exactly his strong suit (literally)

arisu is actually pretty smart himself, but he couldn't keep up with you during the game. your mind was working so fast and figuring things out at lightning speed

the group managed to finish the game with barely any casualties thanks to your quick mind and brilliant strategies. naturally, arisu had to bring it up in conversation

this boy showers you in compliments! he's so so sweet

he's your biggest fan, always bragging about you and rambling on about how amazing it was that you were able to do something so quick

you're the first person he'll come to if he needs anything at all.

he truly does trust your intuition more than his own. if you have a bad feeling about something, he makes sure to look at it through your viewpoint to try and understand what he's missing

more often than not, your warnings come in handy and he dodges a bullet. when he doesn't listen, he tends to notice things usually go bad

arisu also has smarts, so when the two of you start talking about whatever, those specific talks can go on for hours and hours

you both bring up new perspectives and different opinions and it's just so great

he's really really thoughtful and it makes the two of you super compatible :)

before he dropped out of university, you two were definitely study partners.

sometimes he would get a little too reliant on your knowledge and found himself basically dumping his entire homework load onto you

you never really noticed though, and you managed to help him solve the problems with such ease that it didn't really feel like homework at all

this benefitted both of you greatly though, because each time he solved a problem with your help he got a kiss as a reward

oh, plus cuddle breaks in between

and if he managed to solve three problems in a row without much of your help? you basically pampered him with kisses all over his face

his family absolutely loves you

kind of sad, but his dad and brother really like you because they believe you have the potential they think arisu lacks

you never treat them disrespectfully, but you definitely talk shit about them behind closed doors with arisu

cause how dare they talk about your precious bf like that?

you're kind of a mediator for him, karube, and chota though

hate to say it, but putting these three together inevitably causes stupid ideas to come up

you try to be the voice of reason. sometimes they listen to you, sometimes they don't

karube will playfully call you a 'buzzkill' because you shoot down their dangerous adventures, but it's all with good intent

when you're not around them, karube and chota will definitely hype you up to arisu though

"how did you even manage to pull someone so smart arisu?"

"his dad must be paying her, huh chota?"

on the other side though, sometimes the two of you clash.

arisu undeniably thinks with his heart most of the time. especially outside of games

you tend to stick with your brains and rely on them to get you through tough situations. this can lead to some tough arguments

you think of things logically and he comes at it emotionally, so sometimes it's hard to see eye-to-eye

you both love each other a lot though, so you always figure something out at the end of the day

you trust in your head so you tend to be stubborn and need time to yourself, but he will always rely on his feelings for you to get through these types of things

overall...

expect a lot of praise and reliance from him

he finds you super trustworthy and levelheaded, so your his go-to for anything at anytime

chishiya shuntaro

oh boy, i don't even know where to start with him? let's just say... things can get intense

chishiya is highly intelligent. you are also highly intelligent. this is where you both struggle

you can pick his brain a little too good for his liking and sometimes it bothers him. he can't really get anything past you, and the same goes the other way around

he can tend to get manipulative when things go south, and you match his energy

things that work on anybody else don't work on you, and it kind of freaks him out lol

he likes to be in control of everything around him, which includes the feelings of other people. you don't give him the chance to do this

this leads to a lot of passive aggressiveness and tension

but the tension is honestly the best part of your relationship

there is so much teasing and banter between the two of you

you both play the high-stakes game of 'who can get a smart remark past the other one first' and it makes things really fun

affection can get really exciting between the two of you because of this. after a day full of teasing it's quite interesting to see who breaks first in terms of relationship things

honestly? most of the time it's you, but when you decide to get stubborn and hold out, chishiya gets a little touchy and you find it cute

when you both have a common goal you make a great team

it's very true that two heads are greater than one

when one person makes the plan, the other will go over it and quickly catch any mistakes or holes that are missing

anything that you both work on together is almost unsettlingly perfect

while your smarts can sometimes lead to incompatibility, there are certain things that the two of you understand about each other that no one else does

you both can have really great conversations with each other. you don't have to hold back any of your thoughts because you know chishiya will always understand them, and it's great

you and him look at things objectively all the time, so emotions don't tend to get in the way of things you place higher priority over

both of you need your alone time, so codependency is never an issue

finally, you understand chishiya like nobody else does. you know how his brain works and you know how he views things. the best part about it? you send him no judgement

chishiya doesn't think of you as a chore because he's aware that you're probably the smartest person in a room full of people. he doesn't have to take care of you which is bliss for him

you guys have a lot of inside jokes as well, things so deeply exclusive to only you two that nobody dares to understand

you're a very intimidating couple

it's kind of difficult to make couple friends due to this intimidation factor, so double dates are off the table

chishiya was never much of a people person anyway, so it doesn't bother him

you're perfectly content mentally stimulating each other. things never get boring around him

overall...

you're able to perform the crazy feat of being seen as an equal by the one and only chishiya!

he's clever, but so are you. as much as it can be an annoyance, he actually finds you very entertaining

there's definitely a lot of trust between you two simply because you're one in the same. you know the saying 'don't do anything i wouldn't do'? basically your relationship in a nutshell

karube daikichi

karube is such a showoff LMAO

as a bartender, he comes across a lot of aggressive drunk dudes that aren't afraid to diss him and the things he holds dear to him. his family, his friends, and you as well

as childish as it is, his favorite thing to hit them with is "i bet my s/o is smarter than yours"

he just absolutely loves to use you as bragging rights and it's great

he's constantly learning from you and is extremely interested in anything you say

karube didn't graduate high school. he will absolutely eat up any fact you tell him and loves to learn things from you

he thinks the way that you talk is so captivating and will continuously ask you to repeat yourself just so he can hear you speak

he shares the facts you told him with arisu and chota and feels so smart

when they ask him where he learned that, he will proudly tell them that he got it from you

he doesn't feel inferior to you at all lol, he absolutely worships you

at first you were a bit hesitant to accept how much praise he would give you, but you eased up to it

similar to arisu, compliments compliments compliments

they're all over the place

he will brag about you to anything that breathes, especially when you're around

he actually finds that talking about you to other people is more fun than talking about himself. you're truly his gem and he finds you so special

he really likes to see you in your element and could watch you for hours

whether it's math, science, art, or whatever you're good at

when you start to really get into something, you focus on it entirely and he finds it super interesting to watch

he likes to watch the little habits you do. the only one he's pointed out to you is how you tap your thumb on the pads of your other fingers back and forth

he likes to hear you get logical

he sometimes tells you about the people that come into the bar and spill their life stories

when he does this, he will purposefully ask you to break down your thoughts so he can get an understanding of what your brain is thinking

"well obviously the reason his wife is asking him to clean up the dishes is because she's trying hard to get a promotion at work and comes home tired everyday! how can he not see that? she's not working hard for nothing..."

"really, babe? i didn't think of it that way"

he especially enjoys it when you start to criticize people and get a little snarky with them. he witnessed it once when someone was giving you attitude and he thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

you basically broke down their emotions for them and matched their tone, but did it in such a cool way lol his heart was pounding

overall...

karube thinks your smarts are such an amazing feature

he can't match them but he's totally okay with it, because now he has a smart s/o that is totally better than anybody else's

#aib #alice in border x reader headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #aib x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #arisu ryohei headcanons #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei x reader #arisu x reader #arisu ryohei #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro headcanons #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader headcanons #karube #karube x reader #karube daikichi #karube daikichi x reader #karube daikichi headcanons #karube daikichih x reader headcanons

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A Brat at Heart

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Summary: You’re at work and poor minnie just misses you so much that he can’t help but send a video to you, convincing you to come home to do some better things

Warnings: dom reader, sub lee know, mommy kink (reader is called mommy but otherwise there’s no gender-specified content), pillow humping, recorded masturbation, humiliation, degradation, fingering (m!receiving), slapping, slight nipple play, cum eating, probably more

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: If you’ve sent a request in and I haven’t gotten around to it I’m very sorry, and I’ll try to get around to it soon. Otherwise, hope you enjoy, any and all feedback is welcomed and you can still send requests in but I might not get around to them for awhile

Minho wanted to be your good boy.

He tried-yes he tried so very hard.

He had wanted to be a good boy, just for you but as he laid at home all alone, his thoughts started to wander.

At first it was just thinking about how pretty you were. Sweet innocent thoughts that were just about how much he loved you. 

How much he loved the colour of your hair.

The colour of your eyes. 

The look in your eye when you told him what to do. 

How much he loved when you stood above him, calling him a slutty little kitty while he thrusted up into your hand and-

Oops! 

He hadn’t meant to start grinding against pillow, he was a good boy! The poor little kitty, he just missed you so much. And the scent of your perfume covered the pillow, putting his senses into overdrive as he buried his face into it deep into it, trying to keep the moans at bay.

He wanted you here right now. Needed you here. Right now.

Telling him how dirty and disgusting he was. Telling him how pretty he was as he humped your pillow. Calling him your pretty little whore; your toy to use whenever you wanted to.

But you weren’t here.

You weren’t supposed to be here for another-he glanced at the clock on your nightstand-6 hours!

He groaned in frustration-or pleasure he could barely decipher the difference as the fabric of his pants grew wet, a copious amount of pre-cum leaking from the sensitive tip of his cock.

What was he supposed to do?

He wanted to be a good boy...he was a good boy.

A good, good boy with maybe just a few tiny little bratty habits...that only occasionally...surfaced...

-Like right now! How his cock throbbed and skin burned, begging for your touch. 

He was a good boy. 

A really good boy. After all, how could you ever fault your pretty little kitten for just wanting to be with you?

**

The meeting you were in was boring. 

A bunch of privileged rich men who didn’t want to listen to any idea or opinion other than their own. High off the sound of their own voice.

You’d come in with a business plan. A good one that you’d been revising and working on for weeks, practicing what you’d say to these men once you’d finally gotten an audience with them-which was a practically impossible feat in itself.

It was a good proposal, a great selling point, a few little details you needed to brush up on but nothing that you couldn’t handle without a little bit more time.

Then you’d come in here, in front of all of these stupid bastards.

It was a great idea, with a planned out execution, laid out steps and a clear, precise way to follow it through with it given of course that you got the funds for the execution.

But for any of it to sell that had to actually be listening.

Not moseying around, glancing down at their phones they so obviously held under the table; scratching at their face, staring blankly off into space. 

You’d gotten not even halfway through the project plan before one of them snapped out of a trance, a bored expression crossing his face to see you were still presenting. He yawned, sighed before finally turning to your boss, whispering something unintelligible to your ears. 

Your boss nodded, stood up and smiled lazily at you, lifting a hand to signal for you to stop. “I think we’ve heard enough. We’ll discuss it for a bit and then we’ll get back to you later. Take a seat for now,” He looked around the room, ignoring the way your face turned red hot in shame and anger, packing up your things in a well-deserved huff to keep from doing things you’d regret later on. 

“Who’s next?”

You slumped into your chair in a way that you were sure they would criticize but couldn’t bring yourself to care about. 

How many sleepless nights had you spent working on this? How much time had you taken from spending with your friends, your family-Minho, cooped up in your office working on this? 

Far too many.

Far too many for a punch of privileged rich men to tell you that they’d ’consider’ it. 

You knew what that meant. That meant that they’d mention it once over evening drinks, laugh a bit about it and then never get back to you.

You did all of that work.

Just for nothing.

Your fists clenched under the table as the next person began to introduce their proposal. Your bosses looked bored already. 

You wanted to punch something. 

Your boss? 

Absolutely.

You’d surely be fired and have a restraining order set against you, sued for everything your ass was worth and more but it would be damn worth it for the satisfaction you’d gain to see the look on his face.

Agonized, angry, confused, shocked. 

Shocked that one of his greatly underpaid employees would do such a thing to him.

Picturing the scenario so vividly, trying to distract yourself from making it a reality, you nearly missed the vibration of your phone.

You looked to the presenter; a nervous woman who stuttered over her words. None of the bosses were paying attention. A few of them were once again on their phones so you doubted that they’d even notice if you were on yours. 

You felt bad for doing it, especially since you were pretty much the only one actually listening but you looked down to see that it was from Minho and curiosity got the better of you.

Minnie🐰: I miss you

Minnie🐰: Come home. I want you

You: I know baby

You: I miss you too but-

Your message was cut off as he sent a video. 

You glanced up. They hadn’t shut down the poor woman down yet but some of them looked about ready to fall asleep soon so you doubted it would be much longer.

Your phone buzzed again.

Minnie🐰: I need you so bad mommy

He was up to something. You knew it and you didn’t want to play into his games. Not right now. Not when you had a seething anger towards your boss that could be misplaced in Minho. But you’ve never really been a particularly patient person. And you’ve always been the type to let your curiosity get the best of you, always needing to know what was going on.

Your thumb hovered over the video for a second. Torn between confirming the suspicion itching in the back of your mind and giving him the benefit of the doubt and ignoring this until later.

Weighing out the options in your head before giving up and tapping on the video, finger flying straight to the play button without a seconds hesitation.

The screen was kind of dark and you could vaguely see the shape of something moving. Squinting, you dragged the corner down, turning the brightness up to the max.

Your eyes widened slightly, a gasp escaping you, face flaring red from a totally different reason than before.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up to see all of your bosses looking at you, concern written across their faces at the blush across your own.

Trying to keep composure, you put on a strained smile. “Uh, yeah! I-i mean no! I just figured out I had a f-family problem?” You pointed at your phone while cringing internally at your choice of words. “C-can I leave?”

Your boss nodded, confused as the rest of them were as you scrambled to collect all your stuff, nearly sprinting out of the room to the elevator.

As soon as you were in the car you pulled the phone out of your pocket, looking down at the screen, almost drooling at the paused video.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Minho to send you *ahem* ~naughty~ photos or videos at work. He loved to tease you throughout the days when you were away at work with bulge photos or short clips of him palming himself over his pants, breathless whines and calls of your name ringing out in the background as he begged you to come home.

They’d just never been this...explicit before.

You watched the screen intently, hand crawling down to press between your legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

It was dark in the video but you could make out his body. He must’ve set it up on the dresser across from your bed because his entire body managed to fit on your small screen.

He was completely naked as he faced the camera, strong arms wobbling precariously on either side of the pillow-your pillow-as he thrusted into it at a slow and even pace.

You realized angrily that he was purposely putting on a show.

His head was barely staying up, drooping down as if the only reason it was even partially up was for your pleasure. He knew you loved to watch his expressions.

Speaking of his expressions, his mouth hung open, drool dripping in strands onto the bed below as his tongue lolled out. 

His gaze was hooded as he struggled to keep eye-contact with the camera, slightly crossing as he lost focus before coming back to look into your soul through the screen. 

He would be smirking if he could.

As the video neared the last few minutes, he seemed to gather a semblance of composure. Slightly coming back.

Before he fell. Eyes rolling back entirely, to create the perfect fucked-out expression he knew you loved oh-so much. His tongue fell out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin and a flush spread bright across his cheeks, staining them the cutest shade of pink.

His mouth opened wider and you realized-your phone was still on mute from the meeting.

You finger jammed the button to turn the volume up, the sound coming on mid-moan. You dragged it back to the beginning, watching it all from the start again.

The video was full of his sounds just for you, intentionally loud as he moaned out in earnest. 

That fucking tease was putting on a show.

He called out your name a few times, begging you for release and you could feel shockwaves of pleasure as your hand slipped under the waistband of your pants.

Frustrated whines and mewls escaped as he got closer, losing his composure altogether as his arms finally gave out, dropping onto the bed, hips not stopping even for a second besides a small stutter as he increased in pace.

He was close, so close and he whined out so between heavy pants. His head lifted to face the camera, his body shimmering with sweat. “fuck!”

He looked up at the camera, a slight smirk crossing that smug pretty face of his before the screen went black.

**  

He watched as the read message came up under the message.

You would come home now. 

You had to.  

Because if there was one thing worse than his self-control, it was your anger-issues. Especially when he disobeyed you.

Minho thrusted against the pillow again, groaning at the feeling of the cotton fabric.

“Mommy~need you-need you right now!“ 

He looked down at the phone in his hand, slightly trembling at the control it was taking not to start touching what was yours.

Because he was a good boy.

And good boys listened to the rules.

Rules like don’t touch yourself without mommy’s permission.

Technically, he wasn’t touching himself. The pillow was touching him but not one time had his hands stimulated the ache settled painful and heavy between his legs.

See?

Minnie was such a good boy. Just for you. All for you.

He was a good boy but somehow-he didn’t know how-you ended up with a message from him at work.

His arms pushed him up, blush rising at the mess the pillow was, pre-cum and drool covering the fabric.

If you were here you’d tell him what a mess he was, a dirty little kitty, or a mutt depending on how you felt.

A look of disgust would cross your face, it would be so humiliating, so disgusting and you’d tell him that.

A thought came to mind.

This time he didn’t bother taking the time to set it up or anything, just swiping over to the camera and hitting record.

The red light came on and he looked straight into it without an ounce of shame for his acts. 

“Come home mommy,” he whined, pouting before slowly leaning down the the pillow, making sure to show the mess in the frame. “Need you. ‘M such a mess jus’ for you.”

And in long strips he licked everything up, the bitter taste of himself on his tongue was making his head fuzzy. He whined and whimpered, moaning not even just for your sake anymore as his breathing got heavy, eyes getting droopy as a fog filled his mind.

‘Poor little Minnie’ you’d coo into his ear, breath hot against his face. He reached his hand up to grip his own hair, pulling his head up by the roots with a harsh tug, just like you’d do it. 

He mewled loudly, fuck, it was all too much and not enough, never enough without you here to do it for him.

It all felt so dirty, like this was something that he shouldn’t be doing. But, fuck, imagining the way that your nails would dig into his scalp, harsh without an ounce of mercy, clawing and sadistic. Angry and punishing-

“f-fuck!” His voice was shaky and whimpery. You’d laugh at him if you were here. 

You’d call him your little slut. Your pretty little toy.

Something liquid hot swelled deep inside him as his hips stuttered against the sheets.

A need. An ache. 

Growing larger and larger deep in the pit of his stomach.

He needed you so bad.

Needed you to hold him and touch him and call him your pretty dirty little slut. Yours, just yours. He belonged to you and only you. The thought of your hands on his body, burning his skin in the best possible way, your words imprinted on his mind, forever there-never forgotten. 

Whines and desperate little pants escaped his lips, the sudden want for your hand to be wrapped around his neck, reminding him that he was only yours, cementing the thought.

Even your eyes on him would be enough-your presence-your words.

He rolled onto his back, legs spreading wide with whimper that sounded different than before. He stroked himself, slow and gaining in pace, squeezing the base as his other hand moved to play with his balls. He rubbed at the head, toying with his slit-moans spilling guttural from deep in his throat.

His other his slid up his skin, trying his hardest to imagine it was yours that tweaked at his sensitive nipples, dragging a needy moan from deep in his chest. 

And slowly, teasingly, just like you’d do it, his hand reached his throat. Soft at first, brushing and just barely there to work himself up. But then, trying to catch himself off-guard like you’d do, with a gasp he squeezed. It was hard enough for it to nearly hurt, a grunt rolling smoothly out of his mouth alongside a debauched moan. 

He missed the predatory glint in your eye-ached for it. He wanted for you to be standing above him now, looking at him as if he were prey in front of you, like a helpless deer before a starved lion. 

“F-fuck, ne-need you,” he let out a pathetic whimper as his hips chased his hand, desperately pursuing the high he needed, the thought of you aiding in his rapidly approaching release.

The phone laid forgotten in the sheets, kicked aside in his haste.

But it still picked everything up.

Every raw whine and beg, keen and whimper, calling over and over for you in vain. To touch him, to let him cum, to degrade him, to ruin him in any way you saw fit. 

And later when you’d find the video you’d hear as he said that pretty word the self-acclaimed good boy barely ever said.

You’d hear through that shitty phone speaker as he mewled, “p-please mommy.”

**

You’d started driving home. Right after sending a quick text to your boss, telling him you’d be out for a few days, the sound of Minho’s moans a continual loop fresh in your mind.

Thoughts of him-of him breaking the rules, of you giving him the punishment he deserved after pulling a stunt like that, of how he would act when you got home…

The car was going well above the speed limit but you couldn’t care less.

You lived fairly close to your work but not close enough. Every breath, every blink, every thump of your heart felt like an eternity.

And fuck, the place between your legs throbbed with want, remembering how pretty he looked.

All fucked out and needy for you.

You cursed yourself for being so weak. A single video from him enough to not only get you to lie to your boss in order to get out of work but all practically go 25 over the speed limit, swerving like a crazy person in your rush to get home.

Fucking hell, what was he doing now?

Waiting for you? Watching as your location as you got closer and closer to the house?

Probably not.

That brat was probably getting off. Playing with his pretty dick, fingering his little hole, moaning out helplessly at the thought of you punishing him.

You ached for him. Every part of your body burned for his touch but…he probably wanted that touch even more than you.

All he was thinking about was how your touch would feel, pleasuring and hurting him in the way he loved most.

He craved to touch you and for you to touch him.

So maybe he wasn’t going to get your touch today.

When you opened the front door you didn’t hear anything.

Slipping off your shoes and pulling off your coat, setting your things to the side you didn’t hear anything.

When you entered the bathroom to quickly wash your hands, only a paper thin was that separated you from the bedroom you definitely heard something.

Minho was never shameless without being broken in first.

He kept his moans scarce, kept his whines and begs just out of reach.

He held his pride so high that he’d never admit that maybe, just maybe you had the power to turn him into a mess on command, that you knew his own body better than he did.

And you’d turned him into a puddle of those scarce moans and begs he tried to keep just out of reach.

Because as much as he was yours, he was a brat. Through and through, teasing and mocking, testing and pushing against your limits to see just how far he could before you’d snap.

He’d pissed you off so many times in so many ways.

Many of them along the lines of this, breaking the no touching rule and letting you walk in. But never before had he sounded nearly like this.

You could hear whines, calling out for you, so desperate and so utterly helpless. Shameless and raw in the way that he only ever did as you were splitting him open with your strap.

You rounded the corner to open the door just a little, peeking in.

And fuck, he was a mess.

Sloppily rolled onto his back, hips bucking and thrashing wildly up into his hand without a care in the world.

Fucking brat.

“Should I come back later?”

The only sign that he heard what you’d said was how he threw his head back with a drawn out whine, looking at you with big needy eyes.

“Fuck! Fi-nally, took you long en-enough.”

His tone was meant to be harsh but instead they came out as a wail, tears welling up in his eyes as you made your way closer, a purpose in your step, drawn out slow and steady to tease him just the way he had to you.

“Wanna repeat that for me kitten?” A single finger pushed his chin up, turning his whole head toward you, his body following your lead without him really realizing until he sat in a w position, eyes wide and wet just for you.

His breath hitched and all he wanted to do was melt into you, let you control his every whim and need no matter how embarrassing at was.

He flushed, avoiding your gaze. “I...i need you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you lightly rubbed your finger in circles on the top of his thigh, comforting and reassuring, encouraging him into the space he seemed to be falling into. “What do you need me to do then, kitty?”

Your voice, melodic and husky, slightly dark with a lust that had been roiling in your gut ever since he’d sent you that damn message. But he didn’t reply and your grin fell, a small tap to the skin where your hand rested in warning. “Tell me,” your nails dug into his skin, almost painfully, a sensation he sighed into with pleasure. “What do you want me to do to you Minnie, otherwise I have other things to get done and I’ll just leave you here.”

Now that was a real threat and his eyes which had been somewhat slipping shut snapped open with need apparent in them.

“Please.”

A shiver ran down your spine to hear the brat say those words-rarely ever without a fight, it seemed that today he didn’t have and you were glad for that because, if you were being honest, neither did you.

But behaving now or not. He wasn’t before, so your poor little kitty was getting punished either way.

You glanced to where his cock stood, an angry red from the rough treatment Minho had given himself. 

You brushed a finger over it, scooping up some pre before laughing quietly, “such a messy little kitty aren’t you baby?” You brought your hand up, smearing it all over his lips, grinning, watching, as he hungrily lapped it up, mewling at the taste and your touch.

It should’ve made him disgusted and humiliated, but he moaned loud, uncaring that his pride was shattering just a little bit. Ignoring the way something inside him told him to be a man, not quite yet silenced by the pleasure it usually took to get him like this.

Because right now he needed you.

He needed you so bad.

Because...maybe he hadn’t been the best boy this morning. Because, maybe he had been a little bit of the brat you would so often call him. Because, maybe he was a brat this morning and this was him being put back to place. 

Being fucked back in place. By you.

Lightly pushing on his shoulders, he followed your lead, laying back onto the bed, spread out for your hungry eyes.

“That isn’t an answer. I asked you what you wanted, not if you wanted. Or is my pretty little kitty all looks, no brain? Just a dumb little slut to be fucked?” The way you said it, so dark, so condescending, so mean.

His brain was trying and failing to comprehend how he managed to get this much pleasure from being degraded like this by you-being called dirty and dumb and slutty-god, how he was getting more and more turned on by being your dumb little slut, how he was wanting-craving for you to say those words all night. 

His thoughts were brought to a screeching halt, falling completely blank as your fingers trailed down his chest.

“So I’ll ask again,” your voice dropped to a whisper, leaning into his ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Gently, your nails traced his areola, “Just touch me!” He gasped, the words coming out a tad harsher than he intended them to.

The smirk playing on your face twisted at them and your touch turned harsh. “I didn’t hear a please without that. It better have not been an order.” You all but growled, a slap against his hip, hard enough to know it would leave a mark while the other tugged roughly at his nipple, making any rational thought turn into mush, keening in delight.

“Such a fucking painslut aren’t you, Minnie.” 

It was antagonizing and amazing the way it all felt-your words, your touch, the sensations overwhelming and not enough, waves of pure unfiltered lust rolling down his spine, licking heat from the tip of his fingers to his toes.

“A little whore for me to play with whenever I want.” You coo’d as your fingers trailed lower and lower, stopping right at perineum, rubbing him there as his moans echoed around the room despite you doing nothing but playing with his little nipple, perked up and hard from your efforts.

“Yours! Ju-just for you! On-ly, ah! You!”

“Good kitty, now how do we ask mommy for what we want nicely?” The rubbing didn’t cease as he tried to think, finding it to be ten times harder with the distracting shockwaves boiling through him that nearly had his eyes slipping into the back of his head when you rubbed just a little too high or just a little too low.

“Pl-please! Mommy, will...w-will you please, please, please touch me! Just wanna feel you so bad, feel you~”

Smiling once again, you lightly traced the rim of his hole, feeling him shudder under your touch. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

His hips bucked in attempt to get your fingers to slip into him, such a greedy kitty finding his efforts in vain, whining when you pulled your hand away altogether, not so lightly slapping his thigh.

“G-god! Just fuck me!”

You often forgot how prettily your little brat can beg, so wanton and needy, so cute and whiny. So perfect, almost able to pass as a good boy when he begs, until he does that. Tries to order you around, buck up against your hand again, groaning in dissatisfaction. That’s what makes you remember that your ‘good boy’ is just a ruse.

With a sigh, you push into him, listening with a grin to the sharp breath he lets out followed by a sound that sounds almost like a sob as crystalline tears begin to flow down his face.

‘The little brat’s prepped himself’ you realize as you slide smoothly in. 

It usually takes a little longer, more prepping. 

More lube or spit before you’re able to thrust into his tight hole, much less to two fingers in there at the same time. It stretches him just right so that his body feels on fire. How he’s so sensitive to your touches right now is a mystery but he can barely think about that as you slip a third finger in, scissoring his tight walls open.

Looking up you watch as Minho drools. Not looking at you per se but watching your hand, your fingers as they thrust inside him at a slow pace.

He feels so fucking full. So filled up. So good.

He moans louder as you pull all the way out, the tips of your fingers catching ever so slightly on the rim before popping out. “Feel good, kitten?” Nodding enthusiastically. Hips twitching, wiggling his ass seemingly trying to entice you. 

You bite your lip, shaking your head at his antics. “Such a fucking tease aren’t you?” 

And once again he whines with a nod and you wonder if he’s actually listening to you anymore or just running purely by his lower head. He’s pouting so purely with tear-stains down his cheeks, that you can’t help but smirk and soon enough his whining turned into squeals when you roughly shove your fingers back in with no preamble.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!

It feels so fucking good, so immense and euphoric it makes him feel like he could explode from the pleasure.

Maybe if he was less of a brat he’d voice those thoughts, gift you with the rest of the sounds he bites his lips to keep swallowed in his throat.

He feels good being fucked by your fingers, he wants to scream it. Wants to voice it aloud in a chant, tell you he’s your good boy, he’s your pretty kitten, a toy for you to use, a shameless sluthole-only yours to use.

And when your fingers finally find his prostate, breaks. “Fuck! Mo-mommy, please!” His toes curl, his eyes squeezed shut as he mewls, lifting his back into such a pretty arch. You continued prodding that bundle of nerves and Minho feels the heat inside him swell, the ringing in his ears turning to a crescendo. 

He forces his eyes open. Just for you. Just to show you one last thing, one last show of what he wants as his eyes meet yours and his lungs begin a battle of air and lust.

Your heart skips a beat and for a minute, the harsh anger in your eye falls, softening into something his own heart swoons at. 

His demeanor changes completely. Not the fake innocent facade he wears. Not the ‘good boy’. His eyes remained on yours as he panted. 

Open and wide and glassy. 

Not challenging you but begging you.

So cute and so submissive.

Hopeful and unready for the punishment you’re about to wreak on him.

His eyes grow wider, his climax fast approaching as you cease to stop the rhythm of your thrusts.

But then.

Then.

A cold water rushes down his back, a pain and not in pleasure hits him as you pull out, a cruel expression twisting your features into something that endlessly arouses him.

“You think I was gonna let you cum that easily, kitten?”

You pull away entirely, swiftly crossing the room, ripping your warmth away with you to rifle around in your toy-bin.

He lays there, curious but not daring to make any movement as he watches as you pull out several things, considering and putting them back before finally you pull out a large purple dildo and his heart races.

Races until you don’t grab your harness and you don’t start to take off your clothes. 

Races until you stick the suction-cup on the bottom to the ground and gesture for him to come.

And he listen, hesitantly, sitting on the ground on his knees looking down at it before turning back to you. 

The question is evident in his eyes until your lips curls into a disparaging smile and his blood runs cold, horror striking his features.

“Bratty kittens don’t get to come, Minnie.” You pout-obviously fake and way overdone.

“Bratty kittens get punished, so” you pat his cheek lightly, condescending and hot in all the best and worst ways. How his body tingles for your touch he knows you won’t give.

You pull away all too soon and point to the toy, a smirk replacing the pout. “I want you to ride this until you come for me kitten.”

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hey, do you remember if mikoto/john ever made any comment about the viewer's opinions? fuuta outright tells the voices to shut up, amane acknowledges them when fuuta asks her about it, and mahiru mostly just feels like her thoughts and love are being rejected. i dont think mikoto/john ever even acknowledge the viewers thoughts about their situation outside the double mv and vd, and even then that could be about what es thinks about them and not the omniscient viewers.

They do!

It's one of the things specifically highlighted by Milgram and Yamanaka within his tweet about Mikoto's voice drama. Through the fact that they recognize and view what Es has deduced through Milgram as valid.

To keep it short. Mikoto references the audience opinions in these instances.

This has been editted to get rid of spellings errors and add more context. Editted on 02/28/24. (There were so many spelling errors to correct don't know if I got them all. I added so much more quotes from the timeline and interrogations and tried to adjust for tone.)

"Eheheh... But...it's not coming to an end. All of this. With things I've never even heard before, the whole ti- The whole time... Haah... I have to see through all of these irritating experiences...!" (Doesn't directly reference Es just that things now feel like they never end. Along with things he's never even heard before.)

"As for alters... Why do you think they're born?" (Specifically asking Es how they think this works instead of divulging any information he's heard from the audience that would in fact be beneficial to Es who after being asked immediately shows they don't know a damn thing about it. Staying consistent with what happened in Amane's voice drama prior.)

"Right. You're decision to not forgive me is especially stress inducing." (Recognition of the punishment attached to the guilty verdict working properly for Mikoto and that's adding to his stress. So, yeah he's hearing the voices.)

"You know that because of Milgram! I don't care about the law, I want to know what you think!"

His birthday interaction from last year. (Him asking if there's really another him implies, he has heard the audience bring it up.)

His birthday interaction with Futa after his verdict.

21/10/06 (Mikoto’s Birthday) Mikoto: ……ah, Futa? What’s up? Did you come to celebrate my birthday? Futa: Hah!? Like I care about your birthday. ……what’s up with you, though, you’re usually a lot more excited. I thought you were the sort of idiot who’d make a big deal over your birthday. Mikoto: Yeah, usually that’d be the case. ……I think I must be getting tired. It’s like I’m anxious over something but I can’t really explain what it is…… Like, the feeling that I’ve been totally wrong about something. Haha, but it’s not like talking to you about it is gonna do anything. Futa: Yeah, yeah, just like you say. Talking to me about it isn’t gonna help. ……but, it’s not like I don’t get what you’re saying. Or rather, I understand exactly what you mean. And if it’s the same thing as I’ve been feeling, then it will just get stronger as time goes on…… probably. But anyway, rather than talking to someone like me you should go and bother the others. Go and get showered with their stupid birthday wishes.

Also, the fact that Mikoto's entire defense for his actions pivoted from I don't remember, and Milgram probably got the wrong guy by mistake to the other one did it. Which not much different from the excuse he gave before but was an excuse widely jumped on and presented by the audience after he was called out for faking for a good period of time and being bad rep. Well, to say the least- It puts a different meaning behind this line,

"“He’s a liar”, you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?"

Since it encapsulates what his first trial was like in a nutshell. Where people either called him out for faking/lying or blamed the alter for all the violent acts making him out to be the scoundrel. People even posited that what we see in MeMe is fake because it's far more graphic than the others and cuts and that this could be due to him having DID and lookie here.

In fact Mikoto's mental footage was so violent... "It's unforgivable." That was my judgment. "That too could be just a fake or attributed to multiple personalities, right?!"

Overall Mikoto, like many of the prisoners, does not state what the audience has told him. However, he heavily implies through his actions he's been told something. What that something is we don't know and given his first verdict percentage he would not be as inclined to tell us as the others would. Hell, even then a lot of others don't tell is. We were never shown what innocent does to a person outside of this from Mu.

21/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday) Mu: Yuno. Don’t you have something to say to me? Yuno: Huh? To you? Me? ……ahh, uh? Your birthday, right? Happy birthday~ Mu: How mean…Since it’s my birthday, I really wish you’d said something before I had to come and tell you myself. Yuno: Right, right, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in future~ Later! Haha… things have become even more of a bother… ……so was that Mu-chan’s real personality, then? It’s probably because the guard did something, right?

But yeah, since you were just asking if he referenced the audience outside of his voice drama and music video there's no need to read the rest here. What comes after this basically goes over how I tend to tell when the prisoners are subtly referring to the audience and other things but it's very long.

Now onto the interesting stuff. Because I wrote this before rereading the question and seeing you were asking about things outside of the voice drama and song. So, I'm leaving it.

Mikoto discusses the audience in the way similar to how Mahiru does. Never referring to the audience or the voices as an individual entity or directly instead either referring to that as Milgram collectively or referring to it as an extension of Es' actions and decisions.

Even in Double and I Love You neither of them refer to a big group of people but go "You".

"What you trampled is my, “This is how to be in love with you”."/ "“He’s a liar”, you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?"

Unlike the rest of the prisoners who refer to multiple parties, Mikoto and Mahiru couldn't give a damn less about who is causing them problems and considers the audience, Es, and Milgram all the same entity. Never really separating the three. Because they don't care to.

Other prisoners that do this are Haruka, Shidou, and Kotoko if I'm remembering correctly.

"I will definitely make you love me again."-"Hug me again as you once did."

"You don’t even know yet, and yet."- "What do you mean INNOCENT, if this is my punishment... Now I see, this world is cruel and merciless. The vote that negates the option of death, the love that won’t perish."- "No thank you, it’s none of your concern."- "Shall I fulfill your request and elect to live."

"That's why I became your fangs."- "Tell me why you tell me, “Stop'. Don’t you dare stop now."

Kotoko and Shidou do something interesting in their second trial songs having parts where they both directly refer to Es and the audience separately within their songs. Referring to Es at the beginning and then the audience in the second half.

"I want to be INNOCENT, I want to live. So this is unpleasant, hurling slurs of “hostage game”, you do know that it’s up to me? That’s right, there are lives that need safeguarding. So hey, prolong my life, I’m indispensable. The correct answer, I don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding. So hey, prolong my life, I’m indispensable."

Shidou Trial 2 Voice Drama

"But... as long as Milgram continues in this direction. We won't be able to save those who get injured if I'm not forgiven." ...! "Even now, Shiina-kun is in a condition where any digression could be fatal. She can't live without my treatment. If I'm not forgiven she will end up dying."

Just want to highlight how Shidou uses the same tactic as Mu but somehow what he does ends up succeeding and what she did doesn't. A lot of people may think that's because none of them asked to be put in that situation and Kotoko was the one who attacked. Yet, my honest response to that would be what the fuck is actually stopping Shidou from helping if he was guilty?

Like prisoners who were Guilty once can still move around and interact with others and the things around them. Unless one is assuming that the punishment for being guilty trial two is worse than one. Something I don't believe would make sense and would not be fair considering this would just simply for many of the prisoners be their first time being guilty. Although, this is Milgram so maybe who knows.

Even in a situation where the trial two punishment for being guilty is harsher than trial ones; what the fuck is stopping him from teaching or instructing someone else within the prison on how to help if he were restrained? He even said Amane could be assisting him and Yuno has been. He's very replaceable, actually. So, it's wild this worked.

As we will get into it is wild any of them are getting away with what they are.

He also doesn't say this as if it will change later. Instead he literally states that Mahiru now just can't live without his help which given injuries should not be true. Yet considering that she hasn't been getting better over the course of trial two honestly yeah, I guess he's right.

That's... true I suppose. "From now on conflict between the prisoners will probably become more frequent."

Dude why the fuck does he say this??? Like no I'm being serious why does he fucking say this? Especially considering last we heard from Haruka in his second trial voice drama Shidou and Kazui were meant to have been negotiating a ceasefire? This sounds like something an individual about to start a conflict would say. A person about to throw down if you will.

Like what the fuck does he know in regards to this? The most good faith interpretation is the ceasefire negotiations have failed. Yet, it's still a weird thing to just add. Especially since he says conflicts between the prisoners. Implying that people other than Kotoko may end up instigating fights.

Even though most of the other prisoners are simply attempting to mind their business and he's the only one who directly states hostility towards Kotoko in various ways.

Others that state having animosity towards someone are

Yuno,

Q.11 Which of the other prisoners do you get along with least? Yuno: I wonder. The ones that are painful just to watch are Haruka and Mu-chan.

Futa,

Q.12 Are there any prisoners you don’t get on with? Futa: Can you not tell by looking at my face? Obviously Kotoko.

Mu,

Q.12 Are there any prisoners you don’t get on with? Mu: Yuno has been really cold lately so maybe her a bit.

Shidou,

Q.06 Do you forgive Kotoko? Shidou: No. I can’t forgive someone for trying to achieve thing with violence.

"To extract that fang, now."/“That’s why I became your fangs.”

Oh, and he has some feelings on Mikoto as well.

Q.07 Are there any prisoners you get along with? Shidou: Kayano-kun has become like that, and I can’t spend my time smoking at the moment, so the smoking trio has disbanded, which is a bit lonely.

What those feelings are beyond me. However, he speaks of his current disposition as though it's a problem. So, I'm putting it.

Kazui,

Q.06 Are there any prisoners you don’t get along with? Kazui: To be honest, probably also Kashiki-chan. It feels like she sees through all the things I don’t want anyone to notice.

Amane,

Q.06 Are there any prisoners you don’t get along with? Amane: Kirisaki Shidou.

and Mikoto,

Q.12 What do you think about Kotoko? Mikoto: I don't like her.

It makes sense that we the audience would know whom everyone is hostile towards. Especially since we just blatantly asked in some written interrogations. However, it's not as though many of them have been presenting their hostility towards each other openly.

Outside of Amane and Kotoko everyone else attempts to be cordial with each other or just outright avoid people they dislike. So, it's still weird he would know this unless he's really good at reading the mood and paying attention to others.

Something he has not shown himself to be. Though, maybe he really is. Still considering he has two individuals he'd could possibly have an issues with this really sounds like some shit somebody who wants start trouble says.

"If I'm not there... They will be in even more danger!"

Bitch you will be there- Guilty or not. You're not getting out of this panopticon any earlier unless you see yourself out buddy. Where do you think you go if you're guilty? The sunken place? You gonna mentally tap out because of the guilt and constant bombardment of being told you're wrong by the audience?

Other people who have been Guilty before you with no warning of what that mental or evironmentally entailed were still able to help and speak to others while suffering under the affects of said verdict. The child did it grow a backbone man! You're an adult and apparently you hold a lot of stake in the fact that you are... So, at least make it make sense why you do with your actions.

In case Shidou has forgotten we have a third trial. So, he's just being a fucking manchild here. Does he think we're gonna kill him immediately after he's voted guilty in this second trial out of three? Does he think as soon as the guilty verdict hits Kotoko is going to attack him? That's the most reasonable and good faith interpretation of this statement.

Like she did attack guilty people that's a fair concern to have. Yet, he's currenty being guarded. Because now that an attack has happened once the others are more on guard.

As Yuno implied would be the case,

Q.09 What do you think about Kotoko’s attacks? Yuno: Is she an idiot? Nothing’s going to change in the world if you just act out violently where everyone can see.

If a person just acts out violently where everyone can see most people will reasonnable recognize that person is apart of the problem too. They won't usually assume they're the solution to anything. Plus again the fact that other people were guilty before him and he knows what that could reasonably entail he should be preparing for that possibility. It's clear that he wants to avoid it by any means and is doing his best to do that.

Which I can't fault the man for that's only natural. But-The fuck is Shidou's second voice drama fearmongering 101?! Why the fuck is he acting like this towards the end?

I bet you're thinking Gunsli is this your first time listening to Shidou's voice drama and honestly yeah it is.

This man is in here like what will they do without me. Despite the fact that a majority of viewers have pretty much agreed the child can take him out/is a serious threat to his safety. At the point the previous statement is widely considered a genuine concern true if anyone wants him dead outside of himself in this facility he is going to die. Because we know that from the beginning Shidou has wanted this all to end and to get the death penalty.

That he's been smoking to be unhealthy,

20/08/04 Mikoto: By the way, why did you two start smoking? For me it was just a means for communication with people at work. Kazui: Hm? I don’t really remember……It’s maybe changed nowadays, but in the past it was just natural for everyone to smoke. What about you, Shidou-kun? Do you remember? Shidou: ……I wonder. I suppose…… I just wanted to do something that was bad for me. Mikoto: Ahh, I kinda get that. It’s like eating instant ramen in the middle of the night.

So, he came into Milgram already trying to get out of life in general. So, he can't threaten himself like Haruka can. He's still gunning for that death sentence even now.

"The scale tilts to and fro, I yearn to be found “GUILTY”."

The only thing he can do is what he's always done used the lives of those around him to excuse his actions and validate his own existence.

"But it tilts towards, find me “INNOCENT”. If the voices crying out in pain, can be saved by me- Allow it to be my charge and mission."

Like I don't know why he came in here acting like this verdict gonna make him someone he ain't and never was. Like man you couldn't even take care of your own- You want us to leave you in charge and responsible of even more people. People who have no reason to have to listen to or take him seriously. People who don't even like him.

Meanwhile Shidou's kids in Triage out here looking like they need Yusuke Urameshi not Shidou Kirisaki. What will they do without me? Man I don't know probably have a better grasp of road safety. You know just spitballing some guesses here.

He came in here really pretending to be the guy and for who? Himself because he's fucking weak and emotinally immature. He can't handle the mental stress of a guilty verdict, he couldn't even handle his own social relationships when his wife was alive,

Q.19 What was your partner like? Shidou: A strong person. I tend to be a bit careless in my personal life, so I was always relying on her.

or taking care their kids after she either died or got ill.

Like listening to the end of his second trial interrogation is legit hearing him hype up his own importance. As though he's going to be a meidcal doctor on the frontlines of a war and voting him guilty is equivalent to immediately killing him in front of a bunch of injured civilians. Halting people from getting aid. When that's not what's occuring here at all!

He's still going to be in Milgram and he will still have another trial. Like maybe he thinks that's what's occuring because of Kotoko but that's even weirder. Because there are more people against Kotoko's actions in the prison than for them.

One of which is fucking Kazui who is already guarding him.

Shidou... "I need to be punished... But I also need to stay alive or young lives will be lost."

Oh, Shidou you're such a martyr.... Pushing to the side your selfish desire to die because you're sick of living with yourself, your own failures, and the fact that the things you worked towards weren't the benefit you thought they would be and instead a massive failure-

Q.15 Do you think you’ve made a contribution to society? Shidou: I used to think my work was a contribution to society.

All because you've found something that validates your existence again. Something that,

"Tells me, the reason it’s ok to be here."

Again I need to highlight we're not fucking killing him with this verdict. Telling someone what they did was wrong is nowhere close to comparable to murder. Also, Kotoko can attack prisoners whether they're innocent or not. Jackalope's brought up that the prisoners are allowed to attack each other during the intermission all of them regardless of verdict.

Unless they're physically restrained and thuse made unable to they can still do it. Plus some of them are shown in full restraints within Undercover still ready to attack somebody if needed. It's not like she is completely bound to acting in accordance with Milgram's rules as has been highlighted before.

22/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday) Kotoko: ……Mukuhara Kazui. Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to properly serve justice to those who did something unforgivable. I’m currently acting as an agent for our prison guard Es. Don’t get in my way next time. Kazui: Oi oi, don’t be silly, Yuzuriha-chan. There’s no way I could just look away from your outrageous display of violence. Anyway, even disregarding the fact violence against those voted guilty isn’t a part of Milgram’s system, what you’re doing is just acting recklessly based on a broad interpretation. As long as I’m free myself, I’ll stop you. Kotoko: ……what a pointless argument. Hmph. Since Es forgives you, I have no choice but to forgive you myself too. If you to keep to your words, then you’d best do what you can to keep being forgiven. If you’re not, then next time you’ll be one of my targets. Kazui: Oh, how scary. That girl truly is frightening. ……well then, I wonder what the guard will decide to do with me. That’s the one thing I really can’t make out. Honestly……

Yet, throughout his second trial voice drama he keeps subtly pushing this idea that not only will Mahiru die if we vote him guilty but he will too. That not even really touching on the fact the one to bring up a death sentence or execution as a result of the trials to begin with was Shidou.

He brought it to this point and is now lamenting about it being there like oh what should I do.

"I... I don't know what to wish for anymore. I'm starting to think that I want to live. That I want to be forgiven... Despite being so riddled with sins...! ..." Shidou... Do you remember what i told you? "..." Back when you were still fine with dying at any moment, I told you to deperately want to live. "Punishments for sins exist in the first place because we have an attachment to life. your existence in itself is a sacriliege to Milgram and myself", I said. "Yes... I remember." And now, finally, you've gotten attached to life and finally become a real prisoners of Milgram. That's what I believe. You wanting to be forgiven and your wish... Those are the steps that now represent you. "...That won't do... I musn't be forgiven. Otherwise... the countless lives I've taken will never be paid back." Heh. If you're really trying to give up your life as compensation for the people you've killed, then there's no reason to stay alive that will hold up anyway. "..." Don't face them with a life that you're so willing to throw away.

Es greatly sums up the main issue with Shidou's logic.

He is ready and willing to die.

Yet, all the people he killed weren't. Usually people seek medical attention for help, because they want to live. Because they're in pain and they don't want it to get worse. Thesse are people who are trying to survive and seeking out what they believe is the most appropriate help for either themselves, a family member, hell even a stranger on the street if someone calls an ambulance.

It's incredibly tragic when help doesn't get there soon enough but it's down right dispicable when the help is there and decides no you'll die today because I feel like it. You understand what it's like to have to take in order to give and I need to take from you to give something to myself. We're all suffering and you know some people like myself deserve to suffer less than others so this is just how it has to be.

Since that's the case-

"You're in my way...hurry up and die."

I see no difference between this and this.

"Please, go ahead and die already."

Excpet one of the people making this sort of statement puts a lot of stock in being a mature adult and never acting childishly. While the other is at least emotionally honest about their mistakes.

Why did I bring all of this up? To highlight a key difference between Shidou's voice drama and his song. Es never rebuts Shidou for saying he's the only one that can help or calls what he's doing a hostage game.

Making it more than likely Shidou is referring to the audience and the voices he heard discussing his case or something from his real life given the quotes around the phrase. This is more than likely something Shidou has said in reality or had said to him. I lean more towards the first interpretation when it comes to viewing these put in quotations lyrics as direct snippets of quotes from statements the prisoners have said but I'm not that committed either way.

The point is it highlights that he's not just referring to Es here,

"I want to be INNOCENT, I want to live. So this is unpleasant, hurling slurs of “hostage game”, you do know that it’s up to me? That’s right, there are lives that need safeguarding. So hey, prolong my life, I’m indispensable. The correct answer, I don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding. So hey, prolong my life, I’m indispensable."

He's instead speaking past Es and directly pleading to the audience or voters.

Which is the same thing Kotoko does here-

"So, make yourselves my reason. Just choose the only choice, GUILTY. Say that sympathy is useless. Hate evil as the evil that it is. Don’t you dare stop now. I want a reason for judgment execution, I want it. Give me the next target “UNDER”."

Notably not stating that she became our fang before that but leading into that again. These lyrics (along with the prisoner 011 line in Kotoko's case) recontextualizes the entire song as a direct plea to the audience with allusions of concern towards Es. Mostly merging the two and going if you're on good terms with me I'll be on good terms with all you and your proxy if not things could get messy.

This showcases that they all see no difference between the audience, Es, and Milgram like stated before.

The ones who are more direct while referring to the audience are Yuno, Futa, Mu, Kazui, and Amane. Instead referring to multiple parties through their songs or one.

"I’m the one who chose, let you and you and you all in."

Yuno mentions two others before stating she let "you all" referring to the audience in.

"Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher."- "Tolerate, impress those spectators."- "This prison hosts ears and lethal eyes, I’m sick of it. You and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good. Should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

Futa seperates the prison host from the audience the spectators. In a way showing off that he views Es as an entity hosting an event and the ones spectating as the actual entity he needs to impress or sway to his side. He's basically going if the audience likes me I'll be fine.

"So, it’s wrong? Oh shove that! INNOCENT, isn’t that right?"

It's a personal dislike of mine. People who act based on their sexual urges like that, that is. "It's personal?" Yeah. That's right. "That's strange. I did think that, despite being neutral as a warden you did have some things you dislike, but..." ... "Isn't it unusual to openly reavel a personal dislike as a personal dislike?" You're splitting hairs. "Seems like you really disliked my crime... I get it! Maybe it's because you're so young... Which is to say... ..." Hah? Stop staring at me so openly. It's disgusting. "..." ... [Es punches him]

Honestly warranted he is making fun of Es for the same reasons Jackalope did in Es' voice drama. Being a bit green behind the ears. Which is never fun. So, of course after that the first thing Es does is do the same thing to Amane in her interrogation after this.

... Now I feel better. "-Ow! What are you doing all of a sudden..?!" It was an instinctive reaction. Don't take it personally. "Would you stop just punching me in the face without any hesitation? ...huh Anyways... That's how it is, huh? That's how it is...?"

Kazui stating "That's how it is..." highlights that he does take note of Es' personal feelings. He not only does that but seems to take a moment to mentally compare them to what he's been hearing from the voices over the course trial one. Really honing in on the fact that Es says them disliking Kazui's crime is a personal thing.

Meaning that Kazui knows full and well that Es' personal opinion does not matter when it comes to the verdict and may have concluded as such. Something made even more clear by his second trial song opening with him telling Es to just go shove it. Fuck off get that nonsense out of here.

Kazui literally forgoes Es' statements on his actions from his second voice drama at the jump of cat like oh well the guard said it was wrong but fuck that- Innocent is the right answer. It's the conclusion you all came to the first time so.

Double down. Hence the-

"Lie, until it gets better, follow the king of the masquerade. Lick that sin and oppose punishment, until you can meet the king of the masquerade."

The only allusion to Es in Cat is,

"So it’s wrong? Oh shove that!"

This is because Es has already said they personally dislike Kazui's crime or people who act based on their sexual desires. Meaning if Kazui's crime is that of a sexual nature trying to sway Es on seeing it any other way is pointless. So, he no longer has an interest in convincing Es his behavior was okay. Plus he's not even really concerned by what the audience themselves have assumed or figured out. Something alluded to through how comfortable he in while singing Cat in comparison to Half.

Amane's is rather straight forward as well. Considering her song starts with direct recognition of the audience/spectators going-

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! It’s the beginning of a most wonderful day! However, there are blasphemers and silent by-standers, who would have it otherwise. We must not give into them, they are the ones that should be judged." - "I disavow you, eyes corrupted must be crushed."

These are the only references Amane makes to the audience and Milgram. Literally going those who agree with me you know what to do. Those who don't well we can't give into those people now can we!

Then there's Mu,

"I am innocent as everybody desires."- "We are just the same. Don’t you think it’s wonderful to control them with my gentle sting?"

Mu compares how what the audience is doing is no different from what she has done. So of course it only makes sense she'd be Innocent. Then specifically speaks of Es after. The one who is also controlling people with their gentle sting. (This statment does apply to the audience as well. Since we're impacting the prisoners through the press of a button a gentle sting/poke. )

The lines calls attention to the emotional and psychological abuse Kotoko points out as being just as bad as what she's doing in her voice drama. Something Es also brings up as a factor in Mu's case during you guessed it her second voice drama.

When Mu says she never really hit anyone herself and Es goes yeah you just had other people do it for you.

"I haven't bullied anyone! I'd never do such a mean thing!" ... "I've never once hit anyone or poured water over anyone's head. I wouldn't do something like that!" ... "I'm not lying. I'm not being dishonest! I really haven't done anything!" I see. I'll take note of that.

Just like Kotoko did with Es. Saying just because you never hit anyone doesn't mean you haven't caused harm or incited it to occur. As Es attempts to highlight they never really used excessive physical violence/took it as far as Kotoko did with the prisoners. Despite the fact that they have hit them and impacted some of them just as negatively as Kotoko has.

Even more so from the admission of Mahiru in her second voice drama.

"I mean it. It doesn't hurt. Compared to the way I felt when you chose not to forgive me... Not at all." ...! "Not at all... Nothing. None of it hurts. It's not...as big of a deal. Ever since, I've constantly been hearing...voices saying I couldn't be forgiven. Yours? Whose? I don't know... I don't know, but... I've heard them this whole time." Mahiru, calm down... "Was what I did such a bad thing? I just... had a normal relationship like everyone else...! That's all I did! Why can that not be forgiven? Hey, why? Why? Why?"

Kotoko's second trial voice drama does well to follow up on those similarities It's Not My Fault, Bring It On, and Backdraft highlighted between the prisoners and those who watch Milgram. The same mentality to jump into something that is quite frankly no one other than the parties involved business just to turn around and blame others when things get bad.

Later

"Ah- But if you don't forgive me, then Haruka-kun will die. So, I think it'd be best not to do that." ...! So, you've heard about that nonsense, too? "Mhm! Haruka-kun told me. So, I could rest easy according to him. That made me happy... It made me really feel our friendship!" You know about it and you're not trying to stop him? Haruka, that is? "Why would I? Haruka-kun says that's what he wants. So, there's nothing I can do, right?" But you're calling him your friend? "Isn't it exactly because he's, my friend? Isn't friendship about letting your friends do the stuff they want?" ... "Are you planning to tell me, "That's not what friendship is."? Then, what is it? It's about sticking together because it's beneficial for everyone involved, isn't it?" I don't think Haruka is benefitting from that at all. "No way... It's not like you'd know what's good for him." ... You sure are tough to beat. "I really don't get what it is you're trying to say, Warden-san. Haruka-kun is free to decide what he wants, and I'm not doing anything wrong. It's not like I asked him to do that!" I see. So, that's how it is, huh. You don't say anything; just because you're present, the wishes of those around you evolve to benefit you- Oh, so that's it. Like, a born queen. No, it's as if you're influencing your surroundings not with words but with pheromones... Just like a queen bee. "Pheromones...? I'm not sure what you're going on about but I'm not a fan of that lewd-sounding stuff." That's not the nuance i was talking about. "Either way there are prisoners much more deserving of not being forgiven than me. So, I think you should focus your energy on those guys instead. Like, Kotoko-san has been up to no good, for example. Ah, but what she did was approved by you, wasn't it?" ...You're making my blood boil. "Anyway... I think you would do good to forgive me. Then Haruka-kun will be safe, too. Ah, actually- Couldn't you just forgive everyone? Then Kotoko-san won't run amok, and you won't have to think about all the difficult stuff." ...That is...a very enticing proposal. "Right? Hah, hehehe." Abandoning all thinking... How nice it would be if I could just do that. "...If you ask me, I don't really get why you don't do it..." Because this is the role I'm playing! "But this role was giving to you, wasn't it?" ...! "You didn't end up doing this because you wanted to, right? It's not a dream you've had for a long time or anything, Warden-san? So, there's no need to let it tie you down. Couldn't you just quit?" What are you... "Warden-san- We call you warden, because that's what you are, right? And I wa sassigned the role of prisoner, but that doesn't mean I'm now nothing but a prisoner at heart, too. After all, I'm still me." ...! "Are you okay warden? Are you feelings sick again?" Haah...haeuahh... "That's because you keep thinking too much about difficult things." ...Gyh!... Haah... "Just stop. Being the warden, that is."

Es brings up that Mu is emotionally manipulative. That she hones onto any weakness to exploit in those she dislikes and makes herself look small so those around will feel more inclined to help her. Through her voice drama, like many of the other prisoners, Mu uses the same tactics that got her into Milgram to begin with.

From her first voice drama Mu is well aware that Es has issues when it comes to thinking about themselves outside of their job as prison guard. She recognizes it as a trigger which she willfully exploits in an attempt to get her point across better.

Then despite saying what Kotoko did is no concern of hers and since it was approved by the warder it'd be wrong of her to disagree with it earlier in the same voice drama her tone changes a lot near the end.

"Huh? But that has nothing to do with me." What? "The ones who are suffering are the ones who have done bad things right? You know, like, what goes around comes around?" ... "Besides Kotoko-san hurt and was mean to the people who you chose not to forgive, right?" ...Yeah. "Wouldn't it be weird for me to have any thoughts on that, then? After all, I didn't do anything wrong. You forgave me!"

Yet, suddenly when the idea that she might be viewed as in the wrong later comes up Kotoko is running amok and is a prisoner more deserving of not being forgiven than her. Because Mu as she has always done puts targets on other people to avoid being singled out herself. Then to add insult to injury she directly contradicts what she says about friendship and it being letting the people around you do what they want.

By continuing to badger Es into quiting being a guard and stop taking the role so seriously. Because Es taking their job seriously does not benefit Mu. It puts her at risk of being singled out and votes guilty later down the line. So, it's better if they just drop it.

If they don't/can't she has no issues, or qualms making the situation more difficult for them by poking at weak spots until Es-

If you want to betray from jealousy I’ve told you what’s gonna happen.

What's the point of highlighting all of this? Why include all the others when this is just meant to be about if Mikoto references the audience over the course of trial two.

Well, to be completely honest this isn't about them.

Even though at times this seems to be about the others. They're only being used as examples of how I analyzed the information provided and discerned through my own perspective when the audience was being referred to, how it was being referred to and why.

It is just easiest to explain that method over the course of all the prisoners and build up to Mikoto.

It just so happens that this may stand out more overtly with Mu than any of the other prisoners. Because of how consistent a character she is. Like she states in her voice drama no matter what labels external forces put on her, inside, in her heart she will always be Mu. She, like all the other prisoners, isn't changing and has no desire to change.

Their only desire is to escape punishment and gain social power and influence by any means necessary at times.

This is important with how they refer to the audience and the entities they choose to suck up to. Many of the prisoners have recognized being nice to Es just does not matter long term because they are just a proxy. They don't have much power or influence over how the prisoners are viewed.

Sure, it's good to get along with them for images sake during the interrogation but ultimately how well off they are with the guard doesn't heavily impact their verdict.

Yet, as long as they aren't outwardly and overtly malicious, they can get away with harassing Es if they want to. Mu's whole thing is making it appear as though she had no malicious intent or at least if she did it was a warranted response to the circumstances. She's just a victim, an underdog biting back. It's not her fault people were mean to her, but she doesn't just have to take it on the chin and wear it.

She has a right to protect herself after all she was-

"Having such a hard time." and "Trying so hard."

She was at a point where she couldn't take it anymore. Her heart was all dried up and her sorry spells weren't working.

Mikoto is the same way throughout his voice drama.

A mix of Mu and Mahiru's behavior. Basically, they're all passive aggressive about it. Dancing around the point instead of tackling it head on.

Not really elaborating on what they've heard but more so implying it through their emotional states and responses.

"If you just laugh and pretend, usually things will work out in the end right?"

X

"I'm pretty good at that! Making things work out to the best of my abilities." Is that so... "Eheheh... But...it's not coming to an end. All of this. With things I've never even heard before, the whole ti- The whole time... Haah... I have to see through all of these irritating experiences...!" You emerged, huh. "Hey. Looks like you haven't received a beating yet, Warden brat." ...! ... "Hah? What, are you scared?" Like you didn't get beaten by Kotoko...! "Heheh... That was just because she caught me off guard. We went at it again while you were asleep and it's not like i lost there."

Mikoto in his second voice drama similarly to Mahiru and Kazui does not willfully give Es or the audience information. Instead questioning Es on what they believe and what they saw.

"As for alters... Why do you think they're born?" In precise terms it's called, Dissociative Identity Disorder. Generally speaking it refers to when a person experiences severe pain or stress, and a new personality is created in order to isolate the original personality from the resulting trauma. "Yeah. I... probably come out to ease the stress I experience."

It's important to note that Mikoto (John) is not speaking in past tense here but present tense. So, he's not stating I emerged in the past in response to the stress Mikoto was experiencing. He's literally saying I'm coming out now to ease the stress he's currently experiencing.

Subtly calling to attention that Milgram, the verdict and the audience voices are causing Mikoto stress and he was brought out to handle and relieve Mikoto from that.

Even elaborating after that-

"The fact that I come out for longer just means that I'm constantly under extreme stress."

Again highlighting the negative impact Milgram has had on Mikoto's mental health and wellbeing. Yet also calling to attention that Mikoto (John) doesn't have a clue about what the source of the stress is. Just that Mikoto must be stressed for him to be here. Saying that just means and going off the fact that he's here at all to discern that.

Them asking this at least confirms again that they both recognize the audience as well as Es at least know Mikoto has Dissociative Identity Disorder. Something Mikoto states he's heard from the voices on his birthday as well.

The fact that he's questioning if there's really another "me" on his birthday means he more than likely heard that from the audience. He doesn't really get the chance to broach it in his voice drama or doesn't broach the topic.

Yet it is made abundantly clear before that occurs that Mikoto is aware due to the voices he's heard from the audience. So there's that as well.

All this makes the moment after this particularly interesting.

Stress... Namely, the environment of Milgram, right? "Right. You're decision to not forgive me is especially stress inducing. That's why I'm entrusting me with my heart." I see. "Not like I can blame myself. From my point of view, I'm being blamed for a crime I can't even remember." If that's the truth, then... You're the one who committed the murder? "Yeah, it was me. I killed them off." ... "So, I, Mikoto really didn't do it." Can i ask... Why you killed them? "They annoyed me." Who did you kill? "Just whoever was walking around nearby." ... How many did you kill? "Can't remember I was just born back then, you know. It's kind of fuzzy."

Just whoever was walking around-

In this empty ass back alley looking underpass in the dead of fucking night. Okay, Lil' Slugger. I believe you.

I too walk around in the dark of night to secluded spaces with no public foot traffic and a loud passing train that would mask not only my screams but those of anyone else around this is true and reasonable. It's something we all have to do we can't control where our homes are located or find other safer alternative night routes at times. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do and people like Mikoto are there.

Sometimes you have to walk up to or past a suspicious ominously posted up stranger that definitely doesn't look in any way to be waiting to initiate a hit. That's not something any person would want to avoid in the middle of the night on their walk by all means. I would have seen you like this and went whelp fuck my house is that way... Aw, damn he's either gonna kill me or I'm gonna get home but I gotta walk that way. Better start praying and speed walking.

I ain't even a religious person but I need something to have me right now.

We already made eye contact. I saw him see me. That was my first mistake. Can't get out of it now. Whelp, I have the perfect song for this. I'm such a fucking disappointment. Oh, this route will be shorter there's not many people on it! We'll get home faster. Now I'm about to die.

I would be so pissed to die because this guy was just what fucking waiting to hurt somebody. What the fuck man pick up a contact sport and put the bat down!

Think I was fucking around when I said okay I belive you well ha ha; no. I wasn't. I don't believe this is the truth in this instance. However, I one hundred percent believe this is some city shit. The fucked up thing is what he just said isn't unreasonable like that shit happens there's senseless violence all the time. That doesn't make it better he really went on the mic and said,

"I killed someone because it really was just one of those days, I'm quirky like that. I didn't even know them. Didn't even know their name. They were just annoying had those hit me with a bat vibes you know."

Like dude fuck you that's not better. That's substantially worse actually. I'm sorry this has nothing to do with the question. It's just... Rewatching Mikoto's second voice drama is a trip. One second it's like if you did do that for the reason you stated then you're kind of just objectively the worst person here and continuing to vote you guilty would be better.

He just admitted he just does this shit to relieve his own stress and it doesn't matter who he hits. It's not personal in any way. Does having a hard time and demanding job excuse that? I don't think it does. These were all people to his own quick and flimsy admission had no connection to him. Never wronged him, hell they're strangers whose only crime was walking near him.

Yet the child who killed their abuser is barely treading water while he's here coasting-

That's fucked up! The fanbase did Amane Momose dirty and it really just seems like it's because she's a child. Because these fucking adults be acting hell of childish and they are not getting as much heat as this twelve year old has. Be better. The fuck type of defense is this. He really came in here and said,

"I felt like it so I did. What's the problem?"

Then a majority of people went alright go off he's such a victim- Of what nepotism, marginally good looking priviliege?! Being shippable and okay to sexualize leading to people liking and projecting on him more than a twelve-year-old?! Because all of those things are actually helping him a lot if you take a step back to think about. Like if you take in the image in full he's doing quite well now in comparison to the shit start he had.

He literally said I killed just because they annoyed me. I didn't even know them and people went I do not dee the problem with that. Go off king people do be annoying. If you don't want to die don't be annoying in public. Being annoying death penalty actively abusining your child for years and killing a cat come on Amane jumping to murder due to that was a bit of leap wasn't it. Like even if your religion said so sweety killing is bad.

Because the truth is if he was Amane's age and gave the excuse that was given here it wouldn't be working. It would be giving repeat offender energy he would need to learn a lesson. He would be hiding behind his disorder.

Even though Mikoto (John) may only be admiting to committing the murders to cover for Mikoto which I'll go into again later... I'm mostly highlighting this to go this should not have made him be more favorably viewed. Like people really just ignored he said that shit.

Yet, then other times in the voice drama it really sounds like listening to your friend lie about the disorder they have blatantly and without restraint to get out of something they simply did not want to do to begin with. To an individual that is woefully underinformed about how the disorder works. Which is me saying it's fucking hilarious. It is absolutely amazing. He should keep doing that actually.

It's not Mikoto or Mikoto (John's) fault that people are ignorant when it comes to dissociative identity disorder and stereotype people that have it. He should take advantage of what aids him. If that's the ignorance of others in this age it takes ten seconds to start researching. No one has to teach anybody in the real wold except teachers and they ain't paid well for it.

We gotta figure it out on our own. He is in jail he doesn't owe society or anyone in that jail shit especially the truth and he isn't giving it.

Mikoto (John) goes me fronting longer has allowed me to stabilize which probably isn't good and means Mikoto the prisoner is disappearing. That is not typically not how Dissociative Identity Disorder works. I don't know why anyone would want to present it as though it does work the way Mikoto (John) is purporting. He's basically saying that alters are born at random and are immediately violent.

This is a a very weird and stereotypical way of discussing and presenting people with DID. That has led to the demonization and stigmatizing of the disorder. It's not like it can't happen people can have violent alters but usually they're responding to a trigger not just being violent towards uninvolved parties or just lashing out at anyone while outside of stressful situations.

Plus, alters can go dormant but that doesn't just happen due to someone else fronting. They can also be integrated. Everyone is different though. So, maybe that's just how this works for Mikoto. Though, alters do disappear for a bit that happens as well. So, why is Mikoto (John) acting like Mikoto's gonna die?

It's difficult for me not to question how this was phrased, especially given what others have pulled over the course of trial two. A good deal of trial two has been prisoners going well if you vote me Guilty someone else will disappear/die- So, you should just like find me innocent. It's that easy find me innocent and everything will be fine.

Like these assholes have genuinely forgotten they are in here because someone has already died. They really be out here like I will certainly take a life but it won't be mine. Do as I say not as I do. Violence is bad and we wouldn't want to hurt anyone let's all just get along.

Where was this Barney ass logic when you were giving people head-on collisions with bats, knives to people's chest, committing malpractice. Like none of these people have said there's no reason to take a life because they've all fucking done it. Just that there's no reason to take away their lives. At least with the people who have brought that sort of thing up.

Isn't that sort of fucked up? That all of trial two a good deal of prisoners threatened the audience with the idea of someone dying as a result of the audiences' actions. Completely ignoring, downplaying, or evading the fact that someone has already died because of their actions.

Instead, it's about reducing harm in the present suddenly. Yet they weren't thinking about reducing harm when they did what they did. Maybe reducing harm to themselves. Then when their victims come up they get real quiet suddenly. Unless it's Shidou or Mahiru who immediately turn it around and make it about how the victims deaths are impacting them.

How it's making them feel bad.

Even ignoring all of the emotionally questionable things presented here and over the course of trial two. Pushing that to the side and just taking the voice drama by itself.

It's riddled with contradictions. For example, this statement

"Evidently, the time I've been fronting has been getting longer. So, this "me" has been able to stabilize. Isn't that the reason we can talk properly?"

Let's again ignore the fact that you were working and taking the fucking train before Milgram. Something that is not only expressly shown in your music video but corroborated by Mikoto's own testimony that directly conflicts with seeing you on a fucking train,

Q.12 How do you travel to work? Mikoto: Road cycling. It’s one of my hobbies, and it’s good exercise too. The fact I don’t have to worry about making the last train can be both a blessing and a curse.

Meanwhile in clown town where the alibis are shit and keeping a story straight is dead.

Q.17 Do you smoke? Mikoto: Only electric. I used to smoke real cigarettes in the past, but since I started my job I’ve stopped.

Like they even change the tote bags they carry so one has the color we fucking have had associated with Mikoto (John) and the other doesn't so the person taking the fucking train is more than like Mikoto (John).

Not even adding to the fact Mikoto confirms that he's the one who works at night in his fucking first written interrogation through this answer-

Q.06 What do you hate? Mikoto: working overnight / reptiles / violence

All things that appear or are alluded to in MeMe. Either from the tarot cards or expressly shown like with the images of him returning home.

Ah, man it'd be a fucking shame if on top of all that there was canonical merch that showed Mikoto vaping after the murder or holding an e-cigarette.

Certainly no one has that and the staff wouldn't provide us with something so damning because they like to keep things up to interpretation and it's not meant to be solvable. It's about how we all view it, view it in our hearts through our feelings.

Meanwhile the third anniversary art coming in with a steel chair.

(Something I brought up way before, along with the idea that the art from the third anniversary is in fact the prisoners after their crimes. Even getting this merch to check more closely. )

Oh, Holmes I'm absolutely stumped at what this could mean. Surely this is still just Mikoto (John) too. It could be no one else. Mikoto is an honest innocent man who couldn't hurt a fly.

All he did was dream. Except when that witty bastard plum forgot he still smoked cigarettes occasionally just a few times. Quitting is difficult, yes, even when moving over to the same thing in a different form. It doesn't mean he's a liar.

For another example, here

This is not Mikoto (John) in MeMe smoking in the tub but still Mikoto. He's an honest but confused man. Who wouldn't know or rightfully remember no longer smoking cigarettes.

Okay time to stop joking around-

It is more reasonable to recognize that they both appear throughout MeMe and Double and this is subtly displayed through their stated habits, clothing, and facial expressions. Then just ignoring the pile of evidence that shows Mikoto (John) clearly had a life outside of here too.

Along with that again to Mikoto's own admission trial one he was the one more active at night until recently. Stating with extraordinarily little prompting-

Q.20 Are you more of a morning person or a night person? Mikoto: I used to be basically nocturnal. Recently though I’ve been falling asleep pretty early.

Ignoring all of that again he's still just fucking lying.

Just because alters don't front doesn't mean they don't have a stable internal existence. What the fuck are you on about right now? Like at most I can generously say he meant it was becoming easier for him to front but this was bullshit.

This was not a good way of phrasing that. Again alters that don't front have personalities and could even have rich lives internally. So, Mikoto (John) is on some nonsense. Like he's just testing what he can fucking get away with because he knows Es is stupid and ill informed.

Every day I question how he is getting away with it when the honest answer is,

People frankly don't care to see it and that's fine.

There's even the fucking fact that Mikoto (John) directly fucking contradicts himself right after stating this.

"Evidently, the time I've been fronting has been getting longer. So, this "me" has been able to stabilize. Isn't that the reason we can talk properly?" ... "If I had stayed a monster maybe that would've been better. ...What?" You've turned out to be much more rational than I expected... I'm surprised. "I'm a university graduate after all."

Alright, Mikoto (John) which the fuck is it?

Have you only recently been fronting enough to stabilize leading to you being able to communicate properly or did you front for all of fucking college?

You were at least aware enough of it to consider yourself a college graduate. So, what's the truth? Huh which fucking is it?

"Can't remember I was just born back then, you know. It's kind of fuzzy."

I am once again asking how you fucking remember college Mikoto (John)?! Yet, were just born back then?

Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room-

The threekoto or trikoto theory.

Because some people may want to say if you take into consideration the existence of a third unknown alter than all these inconsistencies can be explained, Gunsli. This is what all those inconsistencies are hinting towards, it's the perfect explanation you're just choosing not to see it.

Yes, I am choosing not to see it that way.

Yet that's not only because it doesn't bring me any narrative joy and subtracts from it. It's also because I view that concept as a cheap fix-it solution where a new factor has been shoved into the narrative in order to account for things within it that could be logistically explained by other means. There's also no actual evidence to this being the case.

One could rightfully say what about the inconsistencies you just pointed out though.

Those could simply be explained by a fact that Milgram has brought up since the beginning of the series-

The prisoners can lie.

If the prisoners who are under more restrictions than Mikoto (John) still have the freedom to lie why are people assuming Mikoto (John) isn't lying as well? Especially when being faced with an unknown, dangerous situation, in which he's been threatened with the death sentence? Like wouldn't the reasonable response to such an odd situation be to keep your information yours alone. Not willfully give it to an entity exerting power over you?

So, the inconsistencies found here very well could be there to hint at what exactly happened once all the information is examined together.

Though, let's be serious for a bit.

Let me walk down that bridge with anyone who wants to go there? What's the actual probability that all the information that they gave us-

Including naming the songs,

MeMe and Double.

Along with willfully adding this fucking very overt line,

"Doesn’t matter if you didn’t wish for it, can’t get rid of me now. Just the two of us, relieved, aren’t you? I’ll protect you (us)."

Are all actually statements meant to mislead the audience and both Mikoto and Mikoto (John) are being honest about not remembering the murder and this third more recently born alter is the actual murderer. Because given that statement on the crimes and Mikoto (John)'s admission that yes, he is a college graduate, the lyrics in Double pointing out we made him out to be a scoundrel-

In my opinion that would be the most reasonable conclusion to draw if I were to believe this is true with the information we've been given so far.

Even if that were the case and all of these other things were red herrings.

These would all be objectively the worst red herrings in existence. Because that isn't a red herring it's a fucking school of them. Grab a fishing rod and get to it. This is past the point of being considered a red herring and instead would be more aptly described as a series of overt lies.

You know a good red herring is when people can actually figure out it is that and there's evidence in canon alluding to that being the case and what is commonly accepted as truth being disingenuous. I'm not the biggest Steven Universe fan nor do I hate it passionately. I'm more neutral to it.

So, let's use it as an example.

-Spoilers for Steven Universe-

In Steven Universe it turns out Pink Diamond and Rose Quartz are the same fucking person. There is art that alludes to this before this reveal. There were speculations and theories of this being the case. What Steven Universe did not do repeatedly at any point was go she's not a diamond we swear this is a normal Rose Quartz.

They didn't draw attention to the elephant in the room over and over. Most of the characters in the series believed fully that she was a quartz and had been lied to for years. It's never called attention to because it is a wildly accepted truth. So, nobody questioned it.

Yet, there were still hints this was the case enough for people to speculate such far before it was revealed to be the case. My point is red herrings are seen not heard, not repeated over and over. A red herring by definition is one misleading clue or accepted truth meant to trick the viewer into believing something that is untrue or move them away from the truth.

It's not a consistent pattern.

-End Spoilers for Steven Universe-

Then to add more insult to fucking injury why the fuck would Deco*27 say this-

This isn't a red herring this isn't even within the canon.

This is a statement he made independent of the canon. Outside of that he didn't even have to give a specific number but did anyway. He could have just said what will happen to the Mikoto's now. If they wanted this shit to remain ambiguous. Yet, he still used two unless this translation from the Milgram app is simply wrong and it added that.

It'd be weird but machine translations have been weirder.

Yet, considering everything I've seen it truly makes more sense for me to believe Mikoto and Mikoto (John) are both being dishonest for self-preservation reasons than to believe that the entire series has been lying from jump.

I just find it more likely that these two who found themselves in such a strange situation, who are vehemently trying to convince the audience and the other prisoners around them that they are honest trustworthy men are just fucking lying about a lot of provably false shit. Then as it tends to happen when someone is telling lies off the seat of their fucking pants there are many easily spotted contradictions and direct confirmation of actual truths.

Because the truth tends to be consistent lies aren't unless a person is very skilled at it. (Glances at Kazui.) Throwing all that to the side.

If the idea of there being three alters brings someone joy, then that's all well and good. I'm not trying to stomp that out or rain on anyways parade. I just don't personally want the information I discuss to be associated with that or have any interest in discussing that interpretation.

There are a lot of people who'd have a great time doing that. I am not one of them.

Because I feel using that idea to excuse the fact that the alibi, excuses, other statements Mikoto has given, and the reality of the situation through the songs extracted directly contradict each other in a way that highlights he may not be being honest is not only incredibly convenient for him but somewhat disingenuous.

This includes his voice dramas and the birthday interaction before Double premiered. Unsurprisingly.

I'm not looking for an easy fix for those inconsistencies that keep Mikoto looking infallible and like he couldn't hurt a fly. I'm not looking for something that frames Mikoto as being in the right, a good person, and a victim of circumstance while highlighting an alter as being completely bad and in the wrong always. Because that sort of story is lacking in nuances in my opinion and wouldn't be fun to me.

If that were the case it would make it feel as though the story itself was highlighting Mikoto's character having dissociative identity disorder as the reason for him being a murderer or the only thing that led to these issues occurring. Something that just doesn't feel right to me personally.

It's never like what has Mikoto done/chosen to do or how could he have responded differently or managed stress better. Nope it's always an alters fault, it's always the disorders' fault. There's no respect for Mikoto's own agency because he's a guy with a disorder, he didn't mean it, he couldn't help it, that's just how it is.

The impressive thing is how often Milgram as a series pushes back against this interpretation and simplification of dissociative disorders in general.

Then the fandom pretty much plays into this trying to tell others there's a definitive way to know if someone has it, how many alters they have, and at what time an alter is out just by vibes and speaking patterns alone.

As if dissociative identity disorder doesn't involve a shit ton of masking and trying to appear fine to avoid being singled out by others.

Milgram highlights this issue with the perception of dissociative disorder through Amane's voice drama.

Where Es literally implies that since Amane's case doesn't present the same exact way as Mikoto's and she cannot do the same things as him that solidifies to them that Amane herself cannot have a dissociative disorder. So, in Es' eyes what Amane is doing is just playing pretend by referring to herself as we and god. So, really all she is or appears to be to Es at the end of the day is a kid throwing a tanturm and playing make believe.

Well... It's in vain. So, you might as well listen to me while we're here. "I won't forgive you. I won't forgive you." Prisoners can't attack the warden. This is one of Milgram's core rules, although a certain guy with multiple personalities managed to slip past it. "I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you..." Which means Milgram doesn't dictate who the prisoners are by their body but by their mind. If the mind isn't accounted for then the rule doesn't apply. It bothers me that there's a loophole, but... "I'll kill you...! I'll kill you!" Thanks to this defective rule we can confirm this; The 'you' holding the scissors right now isn't a god or a concept. It's Amane Momose herself. "...I'll..." So, what you're doing right now really is just a game of pretending. This is stupid.

Then Amane later in her voice drama calls out Es for referring to themselves as we. Saying that Es must just be playing pretend to avoid taking accountability for their actions as well.

Es makes the very severe and common mistake of assuming all dissociative disorders present the same way and immediately has their own logic used again them. Leading them to have another crisis of identity. They're shown to have a serious lack of understanding of themselves and their opinion.

Something that from the beginning of Milgram has been shown to cause them discomfort in multiple voice dramas. Mu's first and second one, Kotoko's first and second one, and Amane's second one. This same logic could very well lead to the audience making a lot of the same mistakes as Es is presented making.

Well, that was longer than I anticipated. But, there's a lot of things about Mikoto that imply he not only heard the audience voices but took the reaction he received into account when deciding on how he proceeded.

Other than that, I've got a birthday to have. Sorry for the long answer and going much more in depth than I needed to. I also hope none of this was rude.

Though i can't really control how I'm interpreted.

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Fight The Feeling Prologue - Part 12 Breakup Aftermath

Summary- How Jack dealt with your breakup after he cheated on you.

It had been a couple weeks since your breakup with Jack, and even though he’s the one who caused the breakup, he hadn’t been handling it well. With the privacy of your relationship, also came with the keeping your breakup from everyone. Truthfully, you hadn’t been handling it the best either, but Jack also had the guilt of being the reason you broke up. If he hadn’t cheated, you two would still be in a happy relationship.

You still had a couple weeks off, since you were still supposed to be with Jack in L.A, to help you process everything that had happened, between the cheating and the breakup. One of the first things you did when you landed back in Kentucky, was buy several different kinds of ice cream and snacks, and then you didn’t leave your apartment until Madison forced you too, claiming it would be good for you, and ultimately it was, but you weren’t happy about it.

Jack had been snapping at people constantly in the last few weeks, everyone could tell something was wrong, but no one wanted to be the one to ask. Even Urban, who knew why Jack was upset, didn’t want to point it out. Everyone had been walking on eggshells around Jack.

As soon as Jack got done with his interviews and performance on the Today Show, he walked directly to his green room, Urban and Neelam following after him. Jack didn’t acknowledge either of them until he sat down on the couch.

“Can I just have a minute?” Jack asked, his voice cracking as he spoke. Neelam sighed softly, glancing at Urban before she nodded and walked out. Urban stayed and sat down.

“Are you ever going to talk about it?” Urban asked Jack who shook his head.

“No. I’m fine.” Jack said.

“Have you tried to talk to Y/N?” Urban asked.

“I’ve tried. I’ve called and texted her, but she hasn’t answered any of my messages.” Jack said, leaning back on the couch and staring at the celling.

“Just give her some time, it’s not easy for either of you.” Urban said. “Did you break it off with Alexa like you said you were going to?” Urban asked and Jack hesitated. “Really? You haven’t broken it off with her?”

“I mean, I’m single now. If I want to go out and sleep with a bunch of girls, I can. Fuck, if I want to have multiple girlfriends at the same time I can.” Jack said.

“Not if you want to get Y/N back you can’t.” Urban told Jack and Jack sighed.

“I asked for a couple minutes alone.” Jack repeated from earlier.

“Look, I’m just being honest and trying to help you.” Urban told Jack. 

“It’s easy for you to say what I should be doing because you’re not the one in this situation and to be honest, I’m fucking tired of hearing your opinion all the time.” Jack snapped at Urban. Jack didn’t mean it, he knew Urban was trying to help him, but Jack didn’t want help. He wanted to figure out this situation on his own. Jack didn’t want to go out and have sex with multiple girls, and he had already broken it off with Alexa right after he was done filming, he just didn’t want anyone to know how much your breakup impacted him, so he was deflecting his emotions.

“Fine. If you don’t want my help, don’t take it, but don’t come to me when she doesn’t take you back.” Urban said before storming out of the room. Urban knew that Jack didn’t mean it, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

Once Jack was alone, he realized he didn’t actually want to be alone. Jack had kept himself busy since your breakup, between filming, tour, and promotional stuff. He was using it as a distraction so that he didn’t have to think about the breakup or you. 

Jack tilted his head back, covering his face with his hands as he started to cry. Jack missed you. As stupid as it may have sounded, being in New York without you was hard for him. New York was where you met, where you said you loved each other for the first time, and you had both snuck around the city to see each other countless times.

“Fuck.” Jack muttered underneath his breath, his hands rubbing his eyes. Jack took about 20 minutes to collect himself before he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Jack said, wiping underneath his eyes one more time.

“They said you can leave whenever you’re ready, they don’t need you for anything else.” Neelam told Jack and he nodded. 

“Let’s go then, I’m ready to go to the airport.” Jack said, standing up and grabbing his stuff.

“Jack, sit down.” Neelam said, sighing softly.

“I don’t need you to fucking scold me too, let’s just go.” Jack said, starting to walk to the door.

“I’m not going to scold you.” Neelam told Jack before he sighed and sat back down.

“What’s wrong? I can tell you’ve been crying, and you’ve been acting differently recently.” Neelam asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Jack said and Neelam gave him a look.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to ask Urban because I know he knows.” Neelam said.

“Fine. I have had a girlfriend for the past year and a half, and we broke up. That’s why I’ve been off.” Jack explained.

“Wait, so that’s why you had a sudden interest in trips to the Bahamas.” Neelam said smiling to herself and Jack rolled his eyes again.

“Yes, it was, but we broke up, and no, I don’t want to talk about it.” Jack said and Neelam nodded.

“Well, if you change your mind, I’m willing to listen.” Neelam reassured Jack.

“Yeah, I can promise you I won’t change my mind.” Jack said before they finally walked out of the room.

Jack just got off stage at his first tour stop, and it was the best he felt since your breakup. Unfortunately, that feeling went away as soon as he got to his dressing room, and you weren’t there like you were supposed to be. Before you and Jack broke up, you talked about making your relationship public, or at least not hiding as much, so that you could go on tour with Jack, or visit him are tour stops. Of course, Jack knew you weren’t going to be backstage anymore, but he couldn’t help but wish you were.

Jack sat on the couch in his dressing room, staring at his phone for a few minutes. He sighed before picking it up and finding your contact. He hadn’t let himself change your contact’s name from “My girl” yet. His finger hovered over your number, he knew you weren’t going to answer, but he had to try. Jack pressed the call button before putting the phone on speaker.

Jack listened to the phone ring, and ring, and ring until it went to voicemail. Jack sighed, waiting a few minutes before trying one more time. This time the call went straight to voicemail. Jack grabbed the phone, trying to send you a text but it didn’t go through, you had blocked Jack’s number.  Jack had been calling you periodically ever since you left to fly home, but you had never answered, and at this point, you were over Jack’s calls. You didn’t want his apology.

Upon his realization that he was blocked, Jack tossed his phone away from him, not caring if it broke in the process. Urban walked into the room shortly after, Jack didn’t greet Urban like he normally did.

“Everything good?” Urban asked, closing the door behind him.

“She blocked me.” Jack said.

“Y/N?” Urban asked and Jack nodded.

“Yeah. I try to call or text her sometimes, but she never answers and it just rings until it goes to voice mail, I tried to call her twice and the second time it just went straight to voicemail, so I tried to text her, and it didn’t go through, so she blocked me.” Jack said.

“You just need to give her time.” Urban told him.

“I just want to apologize. I know I was stupid for not seeing what Alexa was trying to do. She was trying to break us up, and it worked. I just didn’t think I would want Y/N’s forgiveness, so I continued to hurt her more, but I also didn’t realize how much I don’t feel like myself without her. I don’t expect her to ever forgive me, but I just need her to know that my feelings for her were never fake. I never want her to question if I loved her, just because I was stupid and cheated on her.” Jack explained.

“She knows you loved her; I promise.” Urban reassured Jack. “You will be able to apologize, like I said, you just have to give her time. If she’s not ready to listen to your apology, then she’s not going to believe you.”

“I know, it just feels so weird without her around, I know I did it to myself, but she was one of the only people I could feel like myself around, and it hurts knowing that she’s gone and I’m probably never going to get her back again.” Jack sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“If it’s meant to be, you two will find you’re way back to each other.” Urban said and Jack nodded slightly. “Ready to go back to the bus?” Urban asked and Jack nodded again.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jack sighed, standing up and picking his phone off the ground before grabbing the rest of his things. Him and the rest of his team making their way to the bus.

Jack didn’t feel like himself without you and little did he know, he wouldn’t truly feel like himself again, until January, when you kissed him for the first time since before you broke up.

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[wewebaggit]

The Big Byler Theory

This might not be well structured but I will try not to be all over the place and keep it as short as possible. So here goes.

How it's gone so far

First and foremost, Mike's got to earn it. He has been a bit of a bitch and an asshole and has not yet learned the art of apologising. The show and Mike rest on Will's enthusiasm to forgive and forget to make it seem like all's fine and dandy. Mike hasn't apologised for his homophobic remark in season 3 and neither has he apologised for repeatedly ignoring Will. (season 4 apology was lame sowie) Mike has to learn to make amends (not just with Will) and take responsibility for his words. You can't just be the heart and then simultaneously be the asshole.

Will on the other hand needs to get to a point where he "doesn't hate himself" or at least makes major improvement in his self worth. His arc can't be about realising that he's deserving of Mike's love. But love in general.

Van Scene/Garage Scene aka Byler create a Scene

People talk about how Mike doesn't make him feel like a mistake at all and apply it to Mike making him feel like he's okay/better for being gay. NO. Mike's love and friendship makes him better for being different. Different in the way he's small and shy and easily intimidated but better cuz he feels like he can voice his opinions in front of Mike. Different in the way that his clothes are colourful, he draws and is artsy and sensitive and has been regularly bullied for those qualities even by his own father but better cuz Mike plasters his art everywhere. Different in the way that his songs are "stupid" or not Kenny Rogers but better cuz he can sing them around Mike anyway. Different in the way that he was possessed by a netherworldly entity and used as a spy but better cuz Mike made him their super spy. Different in how he was alone on the swings and Mike walked up to him and asked him to be his friend and it was the best thing he ever did. Different in the way he feels not everyone understands him but better cuz Mike does and would be gladly go crazy together with him. Different in how he is usually treatedlike a baby, like a freak but better cuz Mike doesn't treat him differently at all.

But that does not give Mike a pass. The 2020fication of the 80s or the post-homophobiafication of humanity in general has made people excuse homophobia just because it came from a gay guy. People need to realise that just because you suspect someone to be homophobic, you don't just cut them out of your life. Many do. Many don't. There's militant homophobia and then there's the hate the sin not the sinner homophobia. And everything in between. So Will regardless of what he thinks about Mike's homophobia is not just gonna dump his ass. As far as Will knows Mike's just straight. He does not have Tumblr perspective. Heck he has lesser than casual viewer perspective. So his gayness is still definitely something Mike doesn't make him feel better about. Cuz Mike doesn't even know for one. And Mike is just rubbing his relationship in his face even if it's not about being homophobic but just a bad friend. (In Will's POV)

And no. This is not to call Mike the devil's spawn. But to say that an express apology is fundamental to his own arc. Because to apologise to Will he must first forgive himself for wanting what he wants.

I resent the idea that Mike is aware of AND willing to explore his feelings for Will but ONLY stops himself because he loves El so so much and doesn't want to lose her. Makes no sense. She hasn't really been sending him any signals of wanting to chuck him out of her life.

Mike's arc is about conformism. And it is because he's someone who can successfully do it without being "clocked". He isn't scared to lose her. He is scared to lose his shield. He's scared to face his "difference" cuz if he doesn't have a girlfriend he is only a boy who doesn't really want girlfriends and honestly can't get girlfriends.

And again that's not a commentary on his frog face or inability to rizz up or whatever the kids are calling it these days. It is his canon inability to know anything about dating a girl. Something that is very instinctual. (Confusion over how to get back El vs just knowing to go after Will). He keeps looking up to Lucas who's by no means an expert since that's his first relationship too. But my boy Sinclair has his hetero instincts with him. Puberty slapped Mike hard and he is now not only aware that he's attracted to boys but also that he's not attracted to girls.

It's his defensiveness and self-hate that made him lash out at Will. Was he projecting? Yes. But was he really remorseful? No. Because he intended to say what he did. That's what people do when they're defensive. Cuz it was an entirely disproportionate response to "some stupid girl". Also a hetero would know bros before hoes. (ik shit) But he completely cuts off his bros? Ya. So so straight. As seen with Lucas not finding it hard to find a balance. (It's been like this all summer - Lucas Sinclair himself said it).

So what does it mean for Byler? (That is so horribly underdeveloped LMAO I can't even bt that's for a different day).

How it should go moving forward (I feel/hope/pray/manifest)

Well, the timing of it could be anything. But that painting is gonna be brought up. And it is going to be messy. I know people want Mike to be sad and not angry, but sad and angry is just so much better and makes sense. There is a fight. Because neither are ready to lay it all out in the open. You don't suddenly gain that confidence. I hope they're separated after. If it is because of avoidance, different team ups, or both. Doesn't matter. They both need time with their thoughts and the time being spent thinking about their own selves. This growth may be through convos with their loved ones and some other self reflective moments. I think that Mike's gonna get a coming out scene most probably with Karen. Will might get a scene like the one he already got in SBP with Jonathan but maybe with Joyce. (I hope she needs to make a comeback as a mother.) It could be a private moment or a Byers family moment. I don't want a party coming out. I want the boys to share this with the people that are closest to them and their fiercest supporters and rocks. Karen for Mike and Joyce n Jonatan for Will. Also, I think it's Mike who's gonna HAVE TO expressly say it while Will's could go either way. This is cuz of the differences in their circumstances - in/visible gayness.

How do they get together? Well believe it or not, a lot of unnecessary supernatural and sci-fi plot shit is crammed in (bullshit right?) and maybe they're now more okay being around each other cuz their deepest fears have been mostly assuaged. They don't feel alone with their truth and therefore, their place in the world does not rest on the reciprocity of their feelings. Imagine not HAVING to need each other but CHOOSING to. Cuz they just really really really want it. And it would make them happy. How they pursue each other is by not hiding. Nothing too brave I feel. Just being themselves. The vibes will carry. How THE getting together scene goes - I don't know. Surprise me, honestly. But for all the shit treatment their storyline has gotten so far I want s5 to fix it so well that WHEN it happens we all go crazy together! 💙💛

#I delivered on the not well structured but fumbled on the keep it short........oops #also Will doesn't just hate himself cuz GAY bt the exploration of the other facets of his self hatred are not relevant HERE #i usually re-read what I write bt not this time so sorry for any mistakes.... by all means point and laugh #actually did re-read cuz wtf happened #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #wewe's opinionions

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

It’s hard to believe nowadays, but there was a time where the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp duo was known for delivering nothing but certified bangers. Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow… It was just hit after hit when these two joined forces. But in the mid 2000s, something shifted. It suddenly seemed like people were sick of Burton, sick of Depp, and most of all sick of them working together. Sure, Corpse Bride and Sweeney Todd were still well-liked, but once Alice in Wonderland hit theaters people weren’t shy about voicing their dislike of the director and especially the actor. Burton kind of skidded to a halt for a while, while Depp just kept making increasingly worse movies with Disney and generally not doing anything worthwhile after Rango, and while Alice was the breaking point, the cracks started to show in 2005 with a little film called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

An attempt to redo Roald Dahl’s novel about a precocious child touring the candy factory of a wacky candymaker was being planned for a long time, with even Nicolas Cage in talks at one point to be Wonka, and at another point good ol’ Martin Scorcese was attached to direct. But things just kept falling through until Burton got dragged in, and from there he proceeded to get things done and talk the studio out of stupid decisions like killing off Charlie’s dad and making Wonka a parental figure. Ah, but speaking of Wonka, that crucial role needed filling, and it seemed a lot of famous actors were considered for the role by the studio—Robin Williams, Patrick Stewart, Michael Keaton, Steve Martin, Bill Murray, Christopher Walken, Brad Pitt, Leslie Nielsen, Robert De Niro, Will Smith, Mike Meyers, Ben Stiller, pretty much every living member of Monty Python left at the time, Adam Sandler, and Marilyn Manson among them according to TVTropes—and Burton had an interesting idea for his second pick to play the guy:

But instead he went for his first pick, someone who’s actually very similar to Marilyn Manson in a lot of ways! Good ol’ reliable JD himself! Surely this was gonna bring in the big bucks! And... it did! It's the highest-grossing adaptation of one of Dahl's works ever, and Burton's second highest-grossing film!

Critics seemed mostly fine with it, but audiences were a lot more divided. Some people liked that it was a new and different take on the story that stayed a lot more true to the book than the beloved 1971 Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (a movie that Dahl famously hated as much as he did Jewish people, so frankly who gives a shit about his opinion), while others clung to the nostalgia of the Gene Wilder Wonka and treated this new film like a war crime. How dare they remake their favorite movie, even though this isn't a remake, it's just a different adaptation of the same book!

So yes, this movie isn’t the most reviled film out there, but it definitely is incredibly divisive, and what’s more I distinctly recall even as a child being aware of the attitude towards Depp and Burton shifting towards the more negative when this film came out. So I figured it was a high time I see about revisiting it and find out if this second cinematic outing into Wonka’s factory was really that bad, or if it genuinely was a work of impure imagination.

THE GOOD

It may surprise you to hear that this film actually does a few things better than the 1971 film. This is especially evident in the four shitty children touring the factory with Charlie.

The ones from Willy Wonka were, to put it bluntly, dull and forgettable, and came off as far too sympathetic in regards to their fate because none of them aside from Veruca Salt showcased any terrible traits that would lead to them deserving their punishments. In this film, all these kids are assholes, so watching them fall prey to the karmic justice of Wonka's factory is all the more satisfying. We also get to see what happens to them after they get out, which is kind of funny. I’m not gonna pretend that they made them the deepest and most complex characters ever, but with how they updated them and with the young actors they got to portray them, they managed to inject a bit more life into them than you’d expect.

This movie also fixes Grandpa Joe, who is pretty infamous to fans of the '71 film as a total asshole who constantly encourages Charlie to steal and just in general seems like a massive burden to his family. Here, he actually is every bit the sweet old grandpa that you’d expect, and his motivations for wanting to go on the tour are a lot nicer and more sympathetic. He also never tries to push Charlie into a life of crime, which is nice.

Of course, the very best aspect of this movie is Deep motherfucking Roy. He’s the second best dwarf actor out there, only oovershadowed by Warwick “Leprechaun” Davis, and much like Davis was in Star Wars as the ultimate Glup Shitto—Droopy McCool.

And in this film he gets the incredible honor of being every single fucking Oompa-Loompa there is, and he is clearly having a blast and busting his ass. He had no prior dancing experience, but you could not tell with how he’s pulling off all these sick moves while spitting out diss tracks for children like he’s Blood on the Dance Floor. He really is the single best actor in the movie, and that’s not to slander anyone else—Roy is just that good. Like we have a scene-stealing minor role for Christopher Lee as Wonka’s dad, a crabby dentist who hates candy, and as amazing as he is Roy still is better. You better respect this man.

Speaking of men to respect: Danny Elfman. Taking lyrics straight from the book and weaving a unique style for each kid—Big Bollywood spectacle for Augustus (that was Roy’s idea), 70s funk for Violet, psychedelic rock for Veruca, and hard rock for Mike—the songs are all genuinely great and fun to listen to. I’d never go as far as to say they’re more iconic than the Oompa-Loompa tracks from the ‘71 film, but I think they function better as songs, and the fact each of them has their own distinct style to set them apart from each other was the right way to go. I do think Mike’s song is the weakest of the bunch, feeling a lot messier than the other three, but it’s not unbearably awful or anything.

THE BAD

The biggest issue with the film is that the two most important characters—Charlie and Wonka—fucking suck.

Let’s start with Charlie. Now, to be clear, I’m not putting any blame on Freddie Highmore—he was literally a child, and even then I think he’s doing his damndest to make Charlie cute and whimsical. The issue here is definitely on the writers, who saw fit to stuff him full of all the syrupy sweet Tiny Tim-esque kind-hearted poor child cliches but forgot to impart a personality to go with them. Charlie is, to put it bluntly, a boring and generic nice guy, and one who ends up feeling like a living plot device to further Wonka’s character development, something that feels especially egregious when his name is literally in the title.

And now let’s talk about Wonka. Boy, is there a lot to unpack with this guy.

Literally everything about this take on Wonka is incredibly awkward and off-putting. The most infamous aspect of him is definitely the look; with his pale skin and dorky haircut he looked a lot like Michael Jackson, who at the time the film came out was going through a very serious scandal where he was accused of doing awful things to children in his big rich guy mansion… which is essentially the plot of this film when you think about it.

But that’s just an unfortunate coincidence! It’s an ugly look, sure, but a good performance could make it palatable, and this was Johnny Depp during his big post-Jack Sparrow renaissance working together with the guy who helped put him on the map. Surely he wouldn’t deliver an incredibly awkward, cringey, and insufferable performance that dials up all his acting quirks to annoying levels, right?

Here’s the thing: On paper, Depp’s Wonka is honestly not that different than Wilder’s. They’re both weird, quirky, reclusive confectioners with a not-so-hidden disdain for the kids touring their factory and snarky, condescending attitudes. What it all comes down to is the presentation, and to show you what I mean I’m going to use the most batshit comparison you’ve ever seen:

Burton’s Wonka is very similar to Zack Snyder’s Ozymandias.

“Now hold on, Michael,” I hear you exclaiming in utter bewilderment, “how are these two comparable? I know that both are fine with the wonton murder of children if it helps achieve their goals and that a lot of people are weirdly horny for them, but how is this a good comparison?” Well luckily I’m not trying to compare a mass-murdering anti-villain to a quirky chocolatier in terms of character, but in how the adaptation drops the ball with how they’re presented by removing the more warm and positive aspects of them. In Alan Moore’s comic, Adrian Veidt is essentially a relentlessly charming gigachad, an affable and approachable fellow who seems beneath suspicion because he exudes a traditionally heroic warmth. In the movie, however, Snyder chose to portray Veidt as a cold, distant twink who doesn’t seem particularly approachable at all (another case of Daddy Zaddy tragically missing Moore’s point).

This same "missing the point" issue plagues Wonka. Yes, Wilder’s take is just as much a smug asshole reveling in the comeuppance the children are receiving, but he also has a genuine warmth to him which is codified perfectly with him singing “Pure Imagination.” Sure, he’s perfectly willing to traumatize everyone with a demented boat ride shortly after, but Wilder’s performance and the presentation of his Wonks help sell him as a quirky genius who is more likable than insufferable, and you really understand how despite being kind of a dick he is also a beloved figure.

Depp’s Wonka fails as the character in the same basic ways that the movie version of Veidt does: He's a condescending, cold, openly rude, guy who is just genuinely unpleasant to be around despite the movie really trying hard to make him likable and relatable, to the point where unlike Wilder's take it's hard to grasp why this guy gets any respect from anyone. He’s like the proto-Rick Sanchez, except he’s not even particularly funny to make up for it. Maybe this take is more accurate to the book, but if it is it’s really just proof that taking liberties when adapting really is for the best.

And this failure is only compounded by the movie piling on a tragic backstory for Wonka. Yes, Christopher Lee is great, but there is genuinely no need to pile on a traumatic childhood and weird daddy issues to Willy Wonka. The character works best as this weird, trickster mentor figure who dishes out karma to the naughty kids and ultimately rewards the good egg of the bunch. Trying to bring a guy with a magical factory full of dwarfs who do choreographed diss tracks every time a kid falls into the incinerator down to earth and make him relatable is just a mind-boggling decision.

These are really the only two issues with the film that stand out as excessively bad, but… you see the problem, right? The titular character and the owner of the titular chocolate factory are both bad. One’s a living prop, the other is just an obnoxious asshat who is given unneeded character development that ends up falling flat, and while this would be easy to ignore if they were side characters it’s impossible to let slide since they are the main fucking characters. The whole film revolves around the two very worst things in it, and no matter how good the other stuff in the movie is these elements alone drag it down a lot.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Look, I’m not going to pretend like this is a great film. If it really is closer to Dahl’s book, all it managed to do is convince me to never read it and solidified my belief that being pragmatic when adapting books to screen is the way to go. It’s also really easy to see how the Burton-Depp fatigue came about, as this is some of the weakest work in both of their filmographies.

But I still feel like there’s plenty to like here. The songs, the bratty kids, Deep motherfucking Roy, it’s all genuinely good shit! There was never a chance it was going to be iconic as the Wilder film, but it’s disingenuous to write it off entirely when it does a lot good things (and a few things better than the '71 version). A lot of people are nostalgic for this one these days, as it's the one this generation grew up with, and honestly? I can't really blame them entirely. It's a decent enough movie, and I honestly think that score it has up there is pretty fair. It's certainly a mixed bag but when it actually succeeds at being charming it does it in its own unique way rather than trying to ape the beloved classic that came before it, and I do respect it for that.

And hey, if Johnny Depp's worst and most annoying movie role is in a movie I'd still say is okay, that's a good thing right? He couldn't possibly ever take a role more cringeworthy and annoying than Wonka in a film that's genuinely shitty, right?

Right?

RIGHT?!

#is it really that bad? #IIRTB #Charlie and the Chocolate Factory #Tim Burton #Johnny Depp #Willy Wonka #Roald Dahl #book adaptation #review #movie review #Youtube

[alwaysteveswife]

All to well with robin like something happened and like let’s say reader was the jake in this.

A/n: Seriously, seriously, sorry for the delay, I was really sick this week and couldn't make any progress, I just got over the cold and got it done as soon as I could. I hope you like it 🥺.

When you and Robin started your relationship you knew it wouldn't be easy. Homosexual relationships were frowned upon, indeed, it was almost a crime to have feelings for someone of the same sex. They made you feel like a freak, like a mistake, they told you over and over again that you were disgusting, that it was just a phase, that it wouldn't be permanent, but they didn't know anything, they couldn't understand.

They couldn't see the sparkle in Robin's eyes, they couldn't see the smiles, the notes, the silent "I love you's" that were sent in whispers that no one could hear. They would never understand what real love was. Or at least that's how Robin felt.

She knew how difficult it was to be openly gay, especially in a town as small as Hawkins, which is why she never suspected anything. She ignored all of Steve's comments, all of his warnings with concern behind every one of them. And why would you go out with her if you didn't really love her? It was stupid, kind of pointless.

Robin remembered like it was yesterday that fall of '86. The leaves were falling from the trees and resting on the streets of Hawkins. They were both in Steve's car, occupying the back seats like armchairs at karaoke, asking Steve to turn the music up loud. She could remember their voices together chanting a cheesy Madonna song, their fingers brushing over the leather of the seats, the tension in the air, the knowing looks contrasting with Steve's, who was looking at them through the rearview mirror with a smile full of relief and pride that her best friend was finally reciprocated. Robin was sure that this would be the best fall of her life, because you were in it, because you were everything she wanted, and she was so sure you felt the same way.

It all started to fall the day Robin came to your house for the first time. You were living with your older sister, who had moved to Hawkins a few years ago, you had come over the summer of last year to be in a quieter environment.

She could remember the smell of hot chocolate, the cold air inside the cottage, she also remembered leaving her colorful scarf on the stair handle, the one she could never get back because she was too absent-minded to remember where she had left it. She remembered the laughter, the secret glances and the touches under the table; the way your sister told jokes just as bad as yours, she even remembered the sound of your landline ringing, of your light footsteps walking to it and picking it up, the way your eyes lit up and a smile that she had never seen before appeared on your face.

"You should ask her" Steve said when Robin told him about that call, "You'll gain nothing by keeping this to yourself, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, I can tell she loves you."

And, with all her regrets, Robin went to confront you, to ask you who this other person was that you had never told her about. Maybe, if you hadn't lied to her saying that he was just a friend, if you hadn't blatantly told her that it didn't mean anything, then maybe now things would be much different, much more... right. But no, you decided to lie to her, you decided to ignore her concern and calm her down with lies, lies that you both knew were meaningless, but that, anyway, Robin would believe them, because she wanted to believe in you, in a future together, where other people's opinions didn't matter.

The second time was at her house. You had stayed for a "girls' night out," an innocent thing all teenage girls did. She remembered wearing her most decent pajamas, her blushing at the sight of yours, the taste of your lips, of her skin against yours, how right it felt to be there, with you, loving each other until dawn without anyone knowing. For her it had been an incredible night, but for you, it had only been one last time, an experiment, something that would define how you truly felt about her.

You didn't think about it too much, of course you didn't, even before you could, you were already avoiding her by any means, ignoring her and Steve's calls, going out with your friends to distract yourself, going out with a guy so you could get rid of that little nagging feeling that told you over and over again that this wasn't right.

Robin didn't know what she had done wrong, even when Steve told her over and over again that she had done nothing wrong, that you were to blame, but she just couldn't believe it. You were perfect in Robin's eyes, you were her ideal type, someone she thought of as the person she would spend the rest of her life with, and God, how wrong she was.

You weren't there when she found out the truth, but you could get a picture of how she reacted. It was Nancy who, with no ill intent, came with the news that you had started dating a guy who had moved to Hawkins a while back, the same guy you talked to that time on the phone, who was supposed to mean nothing to you. That day, Robin stayed at Steve's house until the wee hours of the morning, crying, screaming and punching a pillow, asking Steve why you had done it to her, even though he didn't have the answer to anything.

He was upset, too upset, he even went to face you, to try to get a clear answer because, how could you play with Robin's heart in such a horrible way? It almost hit you in the face when all you said was "I wanted to experiment, to know what it felt like to be with a girl, but apparently it wasn't my thing. Nothing against Robin, she's a great girl, but she helped me understand that she's not what I want in my life."

He never told Robin your answer, he wouldn't be able to break her heart even more. All he did was be there for her, be her shoulder to cry on, comfort her, make her laugh, put her back together until she was back to the same Robin she knew, until she believed in love again, until she could open up again with another girl who did love her and treat her like she deserved.

The last time Robin saw you was in the middle of the city, on one of those days when she accompanied his girlfriend to buy some records. You were laughing, holding hands with a guy who looked nice, a guy who looked curiously very much like her. She felt her world move completely when your gazes met, when you shyly waved your hand at her and went on your way, barely staying to watch her until she lowered her own hand.

As she watched you leave, Robin couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't been so naive back then. Maybe she wouldn't have been here, seeing you holding hands with that boy, wearing that scarf she had left at your house, laughing the same way you had laughed with her, looking at him the same way you looked at her, lying to him the same way you lied to her, because Robin knew too well that you weren't happy, that that smile was fake, that "love" was fake, and she wouldn't do anything about it, not this time, because, despite the pain she felt, despite the immense desire she had to run to you and kiss you like she did in the past, she knew that you weren't enough for her, that she deserved someone much better, someone who would love her, who would show her off, someone who really cared, and that, definitely, wouldn't be you, not again.

Masterlist

#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things au #stranger things x reader #stranger things fics #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley angst #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin x fem! reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurb

[thanksvideogames]

watched scott pilgrim takes off. thoughts under the cut

first off what an amazing feat this was of voice direction and communal understanding of vision from everyone involved. bringing back the cast of the movie to voice the anime was a heartfelt move but one I couldn't help but worry about a little after a long string of movie stars just not being fit for the voice booths that animation and game companies shove them into -- acting and voice acting are two very different talents! they're not mutually exclusive but I can think of a few examples where celebrities don't understand the difference or don't have enough guidance on the studio's part to understand what exactly they're giving voice to.

that isn't the case here. whoever they got as the booth director for the english dub definitely had the passion and familiarity for the role, enough that even little quirks and pauses in the animation are accounted for in the actors' delivery. In hindsight, I feel kind of stupid worrying about otherwise in the first place with how this whole project started with michael cera responding to a 9 year old email, which in itself should've prove that brain o'maileys work had long been on everyone's minds. but such a sentiment being shared in the animation and music as well really does make this feel like way more of a complete package then what you typically get from netflix. especially with how different of a concept this show is.

I don't have much to say in that regard that other people haven't already; it does characters justice, commits to everything the movie didn't, etc. I laughed a lot at the meta jokes but I also can't help but feel upset of the lack of media literacy for scott pilgrim that provoked a lot of them. I still wouldn't call scott's entire thing in this series a fully-fludged 'redemption arc' but its close within runtime confines and only ever almost fully-committed, much like scott himself, so it works -- not that I was ever looking for that. it was much more pleasing to have a story more focused on everybody else for once. always fun bechdel test your characters into not talking about your mainline protagonist. still didn't feel like everybody got the same treatment as the comics (envy, the twins -- & I'm of the opinion that kim is only marginally more fleshed out in this)

scratching my head a bit at the outcome of the last fight scene. got upset at young niel's comical struggle to write cause it hits so close to home. enjoyed wallace. enjoyed yuri. unless its a sequel doing something else with the universe I don't think we need any more scott pilgrim. as per the gif above, I just want to see fanart of knives chau being happy doing other stuff. for some reason stephen was always my favorite and he still got less screentime than the other characters but capturing his hysterical side was good enough for me.

9/10 overall. god I fucking wish future canada suburbs are just as overgrown and tech-less as they are in this anime.

#chase post #scott pilgrim takes off

[faith--in-the-future]

I honestly never understood this lie that Louis isn’t attractive. Quite literally, I thought Louis was the only already pretty/beautiful member from 1D at first. The other boys were “cute”, I guess but not in any significant way - except Zayn, who was also always actually good looking too and became very hot as his features matured a bit. I am around the same age as the 1D members and only Louis attracted me. Even when the boys all grew up, I still only really found Louis snd Zayn attractive. I never got people acting like Louis is/was unattractive? He has very pretty features and the perfect body shape (maybe if you’re into heavily muscled figures you wouldn’t think so but come on and I guess Louis doesn’t fit the stereotype of what toxic masculinity demands of male body types but it’s better that way). There were times when it looked like Louis was self-conscious about his body type, like his cute little tummy, and he got quite thin at certain points (which always worried me) but he always had the pretty face. Looks are subjective, I get it, but even people I don’t find personally attractive, I can acknowledge if they fit into that attractive classification. Some people I knew at the time thought Louis’ features were a bit too androgynous/feminine to be their type - and still do when he’s clean-shaven - but still thought he was an attractive person. Like with everything else about Louis, it’s like people just jumped on a bandwagon of unnecessary hate and decided they were right despite all evidence to the contrary. Like sometimes the second fandoms will use the most gorgeous photos of Louis to try to drag him or clips where his singing is spot-on. They only see and hear what they want to see and hear. A m**** H*aly fan tweeted how Louis will pay for his crimes to 7 and I just don’t get it. Louis nailed 7, always does. It suits his voice and style so well and he kills that song. I’m even a fan of CATB and I prefer Louis’ version (🫣) and his high note and his pronunciation are everything

It’s amazing to see Louis happy and confident and owning his amazing body and showing it off a bit more 🥰

as for everything else in this fandom it was just a trope perpetuated by press/media and then people followed it due to their sheep mentality and then it became a self sustaining cycle which can never be broken probably :/

for MY taste in early 1d he and zayn were the best looking ones then in like 2014 after the fratboy phase him zayn and harry were the best looking ones cuz niall was still pre pubertal basically 😭 and liam was having different issues then after 1d I think niall actually went through puberty lol and I think he's good looking now too

the whole conversation is stupid imo bc ugly people do not get picked to be popstars on TV lmaooo if any of them had been ugly they wouldn't have become millionaires that's just what the world is

there are bad pictures of any of them bc thats just what being human is like 🤷🏻‍♀️

also hate that people equate ugliness with moral flaws or think that calling someone ugly is the worst thing u can do like there's nothing inherently wrong with being ugly this isn't a Disney movie... grow up

ps: I like louis' 7 better too! I love his arrangement :) and again that's just ppl picking on louis bc its easy and "allowed" but they don't really have a real opinion of their own lol they'd love that cover if they had been told to . simple as that

#ask #anon #in conclusion i hate dumb ppl who cant think for themselves and constantly perform to appear cool on Twitter

[firehousewithaview]

Prompt: Buck and Eddie sleep at the others house for whatever reason and ends up wearing the others shirt or shoes. It's pretty innocuous, only the others aren't sure if they slept together and either didn't notice the slip up or this is their way of subtly revealing their relationship and can't ask. Hilarity ensues as maybe the bet gets involved and if someone won.

I uhm. Got a bit carried away. 

~`~

“So, uh,” Hen starts, eyes bouncing between the two backs on the couch. “Anyone know what that’s all about?”

From the seat next to her, Chimney releases a breath like he’s been holding it for hours even though shift only started half an hour ago. “I was hoping you knew.” He whispers back, voice pitched low. 

Raising an eyebrow at him, Hen gives him her best unimpressed face. “You live with Maddie! You have the closer sources!”

Chimney slumps down against his arms on the counter. “I asked her when I saw it, but she said she hasn’t heard anything.”

Hen turns back to contemplating the boys on the couch, the names Buckley and Diaz shining back at her. From the wrong backs. “It could just be a mix up.” She points out. “Eddie hates mornings and Buck’s been staying there for a while.”

Nodding his agreement into his arms, Chimney rolls his head to squint at her. “You think they’ve missed it this long?”

“Yeah,” she draws out, “But it’s them, so it could also be their way of telling us but not wanting to talk about it.”

Groaning, Chimney rolls his head back into his arms. “We will never know peace.” He sits up, back cracking a bit. “What we need is another opinion.”

Both heads turn to Bobby, who’s pointedly looking at the counter he’s wiping. “It’s their business.”

“Mighty vague answer there, Cap.” Hen challenges, though there’s not much heat to her tone. 

Bobby sighs, finally glancing up to the couch. “Not my business.”

“I don’t know, Cap.” Chimney jumps in, a delighted grin growing across his face. “I think I see two firefighters out of uniform.”

The shock then horror that crosses Bobby’s face right as the alarm goes has both Hen and Chim giggling the whole way into their turnouts. 

~`~

It’s still not clear by the time they’re trudging into the station almost 16 hours later. 

The whole day, neither acted like anything was different, which means it’s still a toss up because there are happily married couples who can’t rival the way Buck and Eddie function. The shirts were swapped back somewhere between the first and second calls of the day, but it’s Pandora’s Box now. 

Hen needs to know, and not just for the bet. She’s invested in this, dammit. Those boys deserve love and ever since Eddie came out to them, everyone who knows them has been waiting for it to happen. 

Everyone troops up to the kitchen once out of their gear. Bobby starts the coffee pot while Hen and Chim take the stools they had earlier. 

Buck and Eddie head for the couch, a playful argument bouncing back and forth between them. 

They aren’t being exactly quiet, so when Buck says, “You weren’t complaining last time you were in my bed,” Hen loses a bit of the water she just took a sip of.

Eddie’s answer of “that’s different and you know it.” doesn’t clear any of this up. 

Making eye contact with Chim, she makes an is this what I think it is face to Chim, who shrugs and mouths ‘quarantine’ back to her.

Oh, right. They did share a bed during quarantine. Which seems to have opened the gate to more frequent napping together on the couch and Buck not even pretending to sleep on the couch when he’s over at the Diaz house. 

Cap is casting both Hen and Chim amused glances. “I’ve said it a couple times today and I’ll say it again,” He nods at the couch. “You could just ask them.”

“Oh no.” Chimney huffs, pointing a finger at Bobby. “We’ve just got them back to being themselves, I am not rocking that boat.”

Nodding, Hen rests her chin on her hand. “It feels wrong to risk messing things up between them just for a stupid bet.” 

Bobby’s face softens into fondness. “Then maybe leave it alone for now.” He urges gently. “Even if they are trying to be subtle, both of you know secrets don’t last long here.”

Isn’t that the truth? Hen thinks, glancing back to where Buck is all but curled into Eddie’s lap. But is this even a secret anymore?

~`~

They get their answer the next morning when, as soon as the clock passes their end of shift, Buck leans over and plants his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck where both of them are sitting on the bench still shirtless. “Okay, you win.”

Both Hen and Chim freeze where they are, eyes glued to what’s happening in front of them. 

Eddie has his smug face on. “Yep.” He laughs, eyes sparkling when they flash to meet Hen’s. “Told you they wouldn’t bring it up unless we did.”

As Buck grumbles from where he’s still slumped against Eddie, Hen finally finds her voice. “You boys have something you want to share?”

“We’ve been together two weeks.” Buck grins as he sits up. “And I bet you guys would ask before the end of this shift.“

Pulling his shirt on, Eddie glances back at Hen. “I knew you would be trying to let us work this out on our own.” 

An understanding passes between them, half remembered but still important. When Eddie needed someone to ask, but wasn’t ready to talk about yet. 

Eddie stands, narrowly avoiding the deodorant Chimney tosses at Buck, who just laughs. Buck starts spinning the tee shirt he still hasn’t put on yet into a whip. 

“Who won for last Saturday?” Eddie asks, eyes sparkling with amusement and understanding. 

“May.”

Laughing, Eddie shakes his head. “Course she did.” He leans back against the glass next to her, watching Buck and Chim argue playfully. “Thanks for letting us have that.”

Hen feels herself tearing up, but sniffs it back quickly. “Always.” She nudges his shoulder. “Now I need some details for the other bets.”

Eddie’s face screws up in confusion. “Other bets?”

“You really think we had one bet for this?” She laughs. “No, there’s at least 4, based on how it happened.”

The confused horror on Eddie’s face is almost comical. “What? Why?”

“We’ve been waiting for this, Eddie.” She lowers her voice even though the other two are starting to get louder. “We all knew you guys were getting close, we just didn’t know when it was going to happen.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Huh.” Eddie puffs. “Well, ask me then.”

Hen tilts her head at him. “Oh.” She pauses, “I thought that would be harder.”

“What can I say?” Eddie laughs, eyes never  leaving Buck. “I’m in a good mood.”

#I don't know what happened here? #anyways there weren't many hijinks #I meant to make more but it just kinda happened like this #911onfox #911 ficlet #buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #firehousewithaview

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Little scene rewriting exercise to have both my custom!Tav and Durge!Tav traveling together. Just a quick write up, not polished. Enjoy. (brief info on how my Tavs met; I'll write that up later this week)

               The odd group made their way through the wreckage of the nautiloid. A cleric, a bard, and a sorcerer weren’t the typical company to keep. Shadowheart kept to the back while Talilah lead the way, trying to be upbeat despite everything. She was intent on seeing if there were any other survivors, thinking the more numbers was for the better. Tavinkas could see her point, but he did wonder if this trapsing about was all for naught. They were on borrowed time, no matter how much her performed optimism said otherwise.

               “Hello? Over here!” A sharp tenor voice called through the wreckage.

               As they walked past the fire and smoke, Tavinkas noticed the figure a split second after Talilah had. A white haired man in midnight blue fineries, his back to them. Perhaps a noble who had been snatched out of Baldur’s Gate. There was some familiarity to him, although Tavinkas wasn’t sure what stirred in recognition. But he knew it was better to not be involved with the man.

               Talilah, though, seemed to be of an entirely different opinion, cautiously but sure in her steps as she walked towards him. All she could see was the possibility of an ally, albeit at least she wasn’t stupid enough to be completely off guard.

               “Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered,” he said in a hushed tone. Talilah paused in her step, Tavinkas a step behind her and the cleric not far behind as well. Tavinkas and Shadowheart exchanged looks before turning back to the pale stranger. “There. In the grass. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others.”

               “Kill it yourself. You look—” Tavinkas began.

               “Easily. Stand back,” Talilah said, stepping forward. Tavinkas took a sharp breath, not keen on seeing the person who rescued him and took care of his wounds fall to be a possible victim, no matter how much that darkness wreathed in him in excitement at the chance of witnessing it.

               Talilah looked through the grass, not seeing what the stranger was talking about, only a boar running out of the tall grass. Perhaps the intellect devourer had scared the boar…?

               “Talilah!” Tavinkas’s warning came too late. The feeling of being grabbed from behind and pulled down took her by surprise. The glint of a blade to her throat drew her attention and her blue eyes met with red. The slimy bastard had jumped her! She struggled against his hold, scheming how to pay him back as he began to speak.

               “Shh, shh, shh. Not a sound,” his voice had dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” His head snapped up to her companions, a growl coming from him. “And you! Keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.” The grin on his face as his eyes looked back to Talilah spoke of some enjoyment in this situation.

Tavinkas put his hand in front of Shadowheart, stopping her from stepping forward. A commanding darkness seemed to swirl about him, his green eye and red eye bright with a silent anger as he watched the scene before him. A slow snarl came to his lips, almost as if he were keeping something feral under control.

               “You cause one drop of blood to come from her, and I’ll strangle you with your own intestines,” Tavinkas’s deep baritone voice warned, a sharper knife to it than the stranger’s blade.

               “My, such a tease,” the pale elf quipped. “Sadly, I do have other business.” Talilah felt his grip tighten on her and she struggled even more against him. “Now, I saw you on the ship, didn’t I? Nod.”

               Fire ignited her blue eyes as she glared at his smug face. The way his red eyes seemed to glimmer with a glee at him having some bit of power, the smirk on his face she wanted to wipe off as quick as she could. She did not break eye contact, she did not yield to him, only gritted her teeth and made her move.

               “Nod to this, you arse!” She snapped, slamming her forehead against his. The strike threw him off, giving her a chance to stand up. She barely registered the bark of a laugh from Tavinkas as both rose to a stand.

               “Argh, you wretched little—!” He began, only as a sensation coursed through both of them. A similar feeling, a connection between the pale elf and herself. The memories weren’t hers. The dark streets, prowling about them. Filled with people, filled with options to consider. Talilah tried to hold onto the memory, tried to see more, but it faded to the worm, showing a light and…fear.

               “What was that? What’s going on?” The stranger shook it off, a small tone of panic in his voice.

               “It would appear to be the mind flayer’s worm,” Tavinkas stated, folding his arms and glaring at him. “It’s connected all of us.”

               “The worm, of course.” Talilah watched his expressions, taking in the slight changes from the growling defensive to the slow surrender of reality mixed with some perplexion. “That explains things. Somewhat.” Talilah tilted her head slightly, noting how the last word was dropped to the point perhaps only she had heard it. As if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes flicked up and the expression she was trying to read was gone. Covered again by a mask with a smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “And to think! I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

               “You’d better have more to offer than ‘apologies,’” Talilah threw back at him, folding her arms with a slight smirk. If he wanted to play masks, she could as well. But she could wear hers better than he could, she’d bet. Tavinkas and Shadowheart exchanged unimpressed, displeased glances.

               “I’m out of wine and flowers so I hope an introduction will suffice,” he tossed back. “My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur’s Gate when those beasts snatched me.”

               “I’m Talilah Bluethorn. This is Tavinkas and Shadowheart,” Talilah told him. “I was in Baldur’s Gate as well.” He didn’t need the details on what she was doing there.

               “Is that so?” The tone in his voice caused her to narrow her eyes a bit. “We clearly move in different circles.” Fancypants noble types, always an absolute pain. Apparently, she hadn’t hit him hard enough in the head. “So, do you know anything about these worms?”

               “Oh, yes,” Tavinkas’s dry sarcasm dripped from his words. “We’ll have a lovely time being ripped to shreds while turning into mind-flayers.”

               “It’ll be grand, I’m sure,” Shadowheart added, just as dry.

               “Turn us into—ha.” He exploded into a brief laughing fit and Talilah reconsidered that maybe she had hit him hard enough in the head. But there was a shift in his expression, something dabbling into anger at irony. “Of course, it’ll turn me into a monster.” A slight tinge of defeated sadness followed suit. “What else did I expect.” His expression switched to a desperate panic; he was not masking as well as he may have hoped. At least not to someone as trained at reading people as Talilah. There was more to the story, and she was curious as to what. “Although it hasn’t happened yet. If we can find an expert—someone that can control these things—there might still be time.” His eyes locked with hers, a pleading look in them, as if she and her fellows were his only hope.

               “Control it?” Talilah questioned, seeing if that might cause him to expose something more. “We need to get rid of it.”

               “Well, yes of course, but first things first.” There was the mask again. A smooth smirk and a raised brow, attempting to make himself as pretty as possible. If it were on anyone else other than a bard, it may have worked. Except maybe Tavinkas. Talilah noted he seemed to prefer to keep everyone at a distance.

               “You should travel with us,” Talilah began. Okay, maybe it had worked a little bit, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

               “Talilah—” Tavinkas began, only for her to continue, looking slightly over her shoulder at him.

               “Our odds are better together.” Tavinkas knew she had a point and gave a little huff, accepting their newest traveling companion. Begrudgingly. The interaction between them only caused Astarion’s smirk to turn smug.

               “You know, I was ready to go this alone,” he said, examining the group, “but maybe sticking with the herd isn’t such a bad idea.” He focused his gaze on Talilah, maintaining eye contact with her. “And you seem like a useful person to know.” A brief moment as his smirk grew when she rolled her eyes. “All right, I accept. Lead on.” He gave a sarcastic little bow, keeping eye contact as if enjoying her unimpressed look. Talilah was hoping not to regret this. Meanwhile, Tavinkas and Shadowheart were.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #astarion ancunin #Astarion #Character: Talilah Bluethorn #Character: Tavinkas #Media: Fanfic #Fandom: BG3

[straight4joekeery]

Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part five)

(TWS ⚠️: mentions homophobia and domestic violence; If you want to skip I’ll put blue dots before and after the scene. I’m sorry if there’s any other areas I missed that talk about this!)

Prev. Part one

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“So he dumped me! Get this! He said ‘is it that time of the month?’ Like he’s so wrong for that! I mean… he wasn’t literally wrong. But still. As a woman I feel attacked. Steve? Are you even listening?” See? Steve doesn’t lie. Very. Annoying.

“Yeah. That’s crazy.”

“What’s your problem today?”

“… nothing”

“Oh. My. God. Steve get over it. It’s been a month! Why would you even want to be friends with him? He killed Chrissy,” (OH NO SHE DIDN’T), “I think he should be behind bars,” (SHE DID), “he disappears for like a week and comes back with a brand new apartment. I don’t know Steve I think it’s kinda messed up-”

“JULIE,” The entire diner went silent. He waved and apologized to the workers before continuing a little quieter, “genuine question. Do you ever shut up?”

“I-“

“Let me finish,” she actually closed her mouth for once what a shock! “It’s not against the law for me to have a friend that I actually care for. You act like I can’t know people besides you. Plus to be honest, I’ve never even liked you. For one, you over share EVERYTHING. Yeah, sorry, news flash I could not care less about your dear dear Bradley boy and wether or not he loves you. And also I’m allowed to have opinions that differ from yours. You don’t have to argue about EVERYTHING. If I said ‘oh hey Julie look at the pretty blue sky’ you’d come up with a six page essay on how the sky isn’t BLUE.”

“You done?”

“Oh I could say more if you’d like,” he grinned. When she said nothing he went to continue his beautifully presented speech.

“Pass,” she interrupted, “I’m sorry Steve. I really am. But it’s not my fault you cannot form a sentence where the subject isn’t Eddie. You’d think you’re in love with him,” (OH REALLY??) the last words rang in his ears. He scoffed as he took the last sip of his shake. He aggressively stood up and thanked the waiter.

“Oh and thank you for paying Julie!” He smiled as he ran out the door. He jumped in the car and laughed. Laughed until he couldn’t breathe. He wondered where all this rage came from. Then he remembered that he promised himself to never yell at anyone…

• Suddenly he’s ten again. His dad had told him something stupid that Steve quite frankly didn’t agree with. He didn’t even yell at him he just said softly that he has a different opinion. But oh no. Richard wasn’t too happy about it. He yelled at Steve until he lost his voice. When he did he had to use the only other form of punishment he knew. He hit Steve. Once. Twice. Seven times. But no. That wasn’t enough. He grabbed Steve by the hair and slammed him into the wall. That’s how he got concussion number 1 (and 2,4, and 5). If you ask anyone else he knew at the time he fell of his bike (Which was believable considering that’s how he got the third one). He remembered going to school the next day and Tommy laughing at him because oh Steve, you’re so stupid. Oh. Tommy.

Now he’s back to age 14. There were two kids in his grade named Cory and Danny. They were both super nice kids. Got good grades, never did anything wrong. But one day Tommy wasn’t to fond of how close they were sitting at lunch. So as usual, he said something. Called them… the word. Now I mean sure, Steve wasn’t the nicest and called Johnathan a queer once. But that? He’d never do that. That’s way too far. He told Tommy to stop. He just pushed him away and said, “or what? Are you a little fairy too?” •

Thinking back on it so what? So what if he was gay? There’s nothing wrong with that. And yeah Julie, so what if he is in love with Eddie…Wait. Pause. What? He had to think for a hot second about that one. He thinks about Nancy and what it felt like to be in love with her. And yeah it’s a lot different actually, but not in the way he thinks. He thought about how he actually felt about Nance he loved her but no… the longer he thought about it the more he realized. He thought about Robin, and how yeah he obviously loves her too. In the same way he loved Nance.

But that’s like saying their whole relationship was a lie so no. He loved her. But… He was hyperventilating at this point. Okay well he’s obviously not gay because he hooked up with like 10 girls a month a while back. He did it in hopes for just the right girl. He hoped it ‘feel different’ with her. Different. Oh.

But he guessed that it doesn’t matter anyways, because Eddie doesn’t like Steve back. Right?

He had to stop thinking about it because he’s been sitting in the car for a while now and he can see Julie inside standing up finally. He pulls out of the parking lot and cranks down the window. Just breathing in the summer air. He makes it about half way home before he realizes that he drove Julie to the diner. Oops.

He turns on the radio. He still hasn’t changed the tape since the airport. He has to admit. This kind of music is growing on him. It’s loud he’ll give it that, but the more he listens the more he actually hears the lyrics. And they’re actually good. Like really good. He pulls up to his house and sits in the car for a bit longer. Just listening.

Once the tape is over he gets out. He unlocks the door and jumps onto the couch. He sees the copy of The Lord of the Rings that Dustin had gotten him after forcing him to watch the movies. He almost cried (but then he thought about his dads stupid words) when he got it. Mostly because it’s probably the best gift he’s ever gotten. But partly because he couldn’t read. After concussion number 13 (12? 14? He didn’t know. I wonder why he couldn’t remember!) he was never able to. The words blend together and make no sense anymore. Every time he picks up a book he gets an instant migraine. (Oh yeah because he gets those too now.) He picks it up anyway. He opens it and… yeah. “Pointless,” He sighed.

It’s the weekend for gods sake, and he just discovered the that his life was a lie (he honestly wasn’t even mad about it. He was happy. It felt like a 50 pound brick just got taken off his shoulder). He should be doing something fun. So he gets up and looks around. He could put on a movie. But then again he’s seen them all about 20 times since Eddie left. Yep he’s got nothing. He could… yeah nope absolutely nothing. He glanced towards the phone and shrugs. He dials the only number he has memorized.

“Hello?”

“Hey Vick!”

“Steve! How are you?”

“I’m good! Really good actually. Uh random question.”

“Hm?”

“Are you and Robin working today? Or just over the weekend in general?”

“I mean we are supposed to be but we can always just close up the shop. Why what’s up.”

“You guys want to go out for a drink? I’ll drive up there.”

Steve could practically here her smiling over the phone. She sighed, “I’ll go inform the wife,” she giggled.

“Thanks Vick, you’re the best.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. When will you head up here?”

“…now?”

She laughed, “yeah okay. See you in a bit!”

“Bye,” he put the phone back on the wall. He walked to his room to find a good outfit.

He put on his skinny jeans because in Eddie’s exact words, “they are very…Flattering?” He searched for a good shirt. Thankfully he expanded from his polo collection. He accidentally pushed a shirt off of its hanger and he couldn’t just leave it on the ground like a normal person because that would ruin “the image”. He picks it up and looks at it. It was a Nirvana shirt Eddie had bought him saying that, “this band will slowly ease you into metal. Grungey but surprisingly good.” He didn’t think they were to bad. He threw on the shirt for fun. It looked alright so he decided to stick with it. Plus it was actually very comfy. He went to walk out of his room when he saw it. Why did he still have it? It’s been seven years. But there it is in the corner of his room. The stupid battle vest. He thought he gave it back to Eddie. He picked it up and went to hang it up when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. I mean. He might as well. He threw on the jacket and… he looked good. Really good. He wondered why he never wore it before. He definitely pulled it off. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed the makeup bag he kept for when Robin came over (he swears it’s for Robin and Robin only). Go big or go home right? He pulled out three things: lipgloss (WHICH HE HAS NEVER USED AND IS ROBINS AND NOT HIS), mascara (WHICH HE HAS ALSO NEVER USED), and eyeliner. (Which he actually hadn’t ever used) He started with the lipgloss. Yep looks good like normal Wow Steve! He should have done this sooner. He put on the eyeliner. He had done this so many times on Robin it was practically muscle memory and… woah. It was… different to say the least. Then he put on the slightest bit of mascara on and checked himself out… for 5 minutes. He actually liked what he saw. He decided it was definitely time to go so he jumped in the car and drove up to his second home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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EEEEEE. YOU GO STEVE. Baddie era fr (I’ll never say that again I swear. Dw it pained me too). I feel kinda bad just giving him piles of trauma. This one’s gooooodddd tho. Sorry if it’s short, it was originally supposed to be combined with the next one but I’m hoping that one will be kinda long. Am I projecting Nirvana onto him? Yes. Ofc. Nirvana is great and deserves more attention in fics. I am stressing a lot over this. I have a post up on my page that like gives updates and spoilers and stuff. So I was saying how I stopped reading my English book for this. Oops. I also don’t even have another chapter written after this so it’s gonna be a fun little weekend project! Also crazy to think I’m most likely half way done. Anyways now the stuff no one cares about. Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged. (I am not being aggressive when I capitalize this I just need people to see it.) MAKE SURE YOU HAVE YOUR TAGS ON GUYS!! Here’s the tag list!: @asbealthgn , @queerbeansworld , @bird-with-pencils , @vecnuthy , @artiststarme , @captain-winter-wolf-aehs , @piningapple @rowendyss @steve-themom-harrington @lfaewrites @azreadytodie @thequeenrainacorn @pastel-dreamscape @importanttimemachinenerd @jehneeg @swagaliciousmarie @mightbeasleep @krazyperson @milkshakeflower @fando-random @bumblebeecuttlefishes @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369

I am going to cry I just found a much easier way to tag people. ⬇️⬇️

#READ > #hi! I’m going to be posting this on AO3 and would love title recs #don’t be offended if i don’t use yours tho 💋💋 #thanks! #love how I just scraped bi Steve #just said nah he’s gay #if u can draw please draw Steve in a nirvana shirt #I beg you #idc if it’s a stick figure I just need it #sorry about the trama I gave Steve (I’m not sorry) #I’m not in a silly mood today so I don’t think I have anymore funny tags :( #I didnt even make a comment on the last one on how I live for mean girl Gareth:( #ugh #it’s so late and I still haven’t posted this and I just realized i need to put tws #night night y’all #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #joe keery #joseph quinn #teacher!steve #rockstar!eddie #stranger things #byler #gay eddie munson #gay steve harrington #no more bi sorry guys #I just thought it fit the story better #nirvana #S4JKs Lyrics

[hologramcowboy]

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I saw this photographer complaining about your use of the picture, too. Reading the comments was just …

Instead of calling someone a creepy conspiracy theorist because they interpret a photo (and real life comments and actions) differently than themselves, maybe they should try looking at things from another angel. This obsession with seeing Jensen as perfect and constantly having the time of his life is ridiculous and points to a huge bias. I’ll be honest, the particular picture in question, where Jensen looks in pain, could be him "living the music" but to me, he does not look like he’s just grooving. Also, there is video of the concert, so it’s not like people’s opinions are only based on photos.

The last time Jensen performed at a con, he was yelling, not singing, and yet they praise his amazing performance. Jensen has a lovely voice when he isn’t straining it, and is a good performer (usually), but that doesn’t actually mean he is an amazing, Uber talented singer. He was very good as Dean, but to say he never had over the top moments or ones that didn’t quite connect, is just not true. Saying he’s liberal and a huge ally is a huge stretch seeing as he is very closed mouthed on politics in general (I don’t actually blame him there, as if I were famous I’d want to appeal to the widest audience and would stick to discussing my art). Saying he likes Destiel now because he learned the hard way that criticizing the stupid ship gets him outright hate and death threats, is embracing willful ignorance. Jensen and Danneel can only be viewed as couples goals, despite the fact that their body language screens anything but affection. Jared is the bad guy because he cracked the illusion that Jensen is a perfect friend, professional and gentleman, and had a "tantrum" on Twitter because he didn’t let Jebsen off the hook or bail him out, for once, for his shitty actions around the prequel. Jensen supports Ukrainian and really cares about the issue, despite the fact that he starred in a commercial promoting Atomic Heart. Anyway, my point is the man is not perfect, no one is, but as soon as they see any criticism, they call the person delivering it crazy, a hater, or a miserable person who is just projecting.

I love my family, but that doesn’t mean I think it or each family member (myself included) is without flaws.

I started watching Supernatural as a Dean and Jensen fan. I was crazy about Dean until later seasons when he just got angrier and more hypocritical. At first, I admired Ackles for his love for Jared and humility, but his behavior (his inconsistency at cons, and how he talked about Jared lovingly one minute, then criticizing him at JIB or joking at his expense when he’s not there, while calling him brother in the next breath) would not allow me to keep blindly sighing over him. Not to mention, I noticed how his stories were always humble (or not so humble) brags. He isn’t consistent and changes for the crowd he’s in.

I’m sorry, but if you are the one who only sees someone as perfect and can’t acknowledge any flaws to the point that you need to attack anyone who dares mention one, then you are the one without a balanced view. Our observation are subjective, obviously, and you don’t have to agree with how someone elde interprets something, but to instantly write them off as just a hater or lying (unless it’s a provable lie, or delusion with no proof like hellers and cockles shippers) maybe take a look at your own objectivity and need to go to battle for someone you don’t actually know.

It saddens me that Jensen has such judgemental, toxic fans that only care about fetishiz*ing him. Then I remember there are also fans like you, who are able to see him as a real and complex person. Thank you for this beautiful post! 💕💕💕

I think the reason why they immediately resort to bullying and gaslighting is because they know they stand no chance of making eloquent, balanced arguments because they lack objectivity. I mean all they do is project, not only on others but on Jensen especially, he needs to be the fantasy they created and is not allowed to stray from that perfect image. I cannot imagine how painful that must be to him. No human is perfect and we all just want to be loved for who we are, not for some false image others build in their attempt to exploit our beauty, like in his case.

#anti AAs #jensen critical

[duckyfruitbat]

They're at it Again.

Do y'all remember Gamer Gate? I only just learned what all happened in the last year, because at the time I only heard about it in its last days when things were so confused and muddled that I could only gleam the sexism that ran all throughout. Turns out it was a relationship drama that got way out of hand and that whole "ethics in game journalism" part was just a cover. Anita Sarkeesian was just an after thought in the whole thing, yet she has been so thoroughly lambasted by this crowd that you'd be forgiven for thinking that she was the subject. Honestly the timeline is so confusing and disconnected with itself that it is a miracle that Gamer Gate was even a thing, here's and hour long breakdown here if you're curious. If you want ALL the details, here's a six hour long epic here.

OK Ducky, why are you bringing this up, it was ten years ago, we all know how crazy these people are?

Thank you for your input voice in my head. Yes this is old news, but it has been coming up on my feed again. This time with headlines warning about Gamer Gate 2.0, like Heimdall blowing his horn to signal the start of the most pathetic Ragnarok. This time the subject is a company called Sweet Baby Inc. which is a consulting firm according to their website. Specifically consulting about how to represent minority experiences or just sensitive subjects in general. The conspiracy theory is that Sweet Baby has the power to completely change scripts to be more "woke". Yes it is stupid because game developers willingly go to them when they have questions, and they can just ignore any advice from Sweet Baby entirely. Of course it also plays into the culture war that has been boiling away in the meth lab since Gamer Gate initially happened.

Now to get to the real reason I'm bringing this back up, allow me to shove my opinion on this into your brain like a tentacle slithering down your ear canal. I don't think this will take off like the first Gamer Gate at all. Why do I say this? Over the past year alone we've been seeing the kind of people who would jump on this train making complete fools of themselves any chance they get. Remember the Star Field pronouns guy? This is just going to be more of that, and it will be largely ignored with the exception of a few public meltdowns. There's also the fact that this one would be built on even shakier ground than the first one. In order for Sweet Baby to be involved in a video game the developer needs to make contact first. In a series of interviews with The Verge, team members of Sweet Baby repeatedly say how they are just there to consult the writers, who already wrote in minority characters. That's just how a business like this works, the "woke" content would have found its way into the game to begin with. The difference being the slightly higher possibility of misrepresentation.

Needless to say, if this blows up within the next week, it's safe to say that this wave will be a laughing stock. As I'm writing this, the cracks are already forming. Maybe you saw that Matt Walsh from the Daily Wire has already given his two cents on the situation on the side of Gamer Gate. Here's the thing though, there are clips floating around of Walsh actively bashing gamers for playing video games as adults. He got some backlash from his own audience. The targets of this wave even have a support group in the victims of the first Gamer Gate. This time the defense prepared, and the offense seems far less prepared than last time.

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Chapter 1: Hinata

Prompt: Reader and (Character) are lost in the woods together. Character: Hinata ____________

The idea seemed harmless enough. It was a warm Sunday with a day off practice. Usually with days like these you would go over to Hinata’s house and hang out there until your parents called you home. But this day was different. Hinata had asked, practically begged if you were being honest, to go exploring in the woods behind his house. You expressed your hesitance quite strongly, opting to stay inside and watch TV, but with energy like his, you found yourself at the end of a losing argument very quickly.

If you had known what was about to occur, you probably would’ve fought a little harder to stay in the comforts of the air-conditioned house.

The walk started off nice at first, following a little trail left by previous ‘explorers’ as Hinata called it, with you appreciating the greenery and the sun shining through the trees while Hinata talked your ear off. You were quite used to his over enthused personality, so you didn’t mind too much. You could even say it was enjoyable.

But eventually, Hinata got tired of using the ‘safe’ route and suggested to take off in a random direction. Now, you weren’t the smartest person in the world, but even you could tell that it wasn’t the best decision. You once more expressed your opinion, being that it was one of the dumbest ideas he’s had ever had. Almost topping the one with him trying to convince Kageyama to set him a rock.

Hinata’s confidence was not deterred though. He had put aside your worries, claiming that he knew this forest like the back of his hand. And once more, you let this orange-haired shrimp have his way, as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the deeper parts of the woods.

Which brings you to the situation now.

“I could’ve sworn it was this direction.” Hinata hums, while you tap your foot impatiently. It’s been hours since you two have left, and by now the sun has start to set, making it even harder to see, to your displeasure. You feel a headache start to come on. “Hinata, that’s what you said twenty minutes ago. Can’t you just admit that you’re an idiot and got us lost?” You see him visibly deflate in front of you.

“H-hey! We’re not lost! We just haven’t found the right way yet.” Hinata says, nervousness creeping into his voice slightly. You can’t see your face, but you’re sure it’s the most tired expression you’ve given the shrimp yet. And that’s saying something.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” There is a pause of silence while you wait for his answer.

“N-no.”

“Hinata you dumbass!” You growl, making him squeak and take several steps away from your form. At least he tried, you marched right after him. “I always knew I’d die from your stupidity!” You go to punch him, but he dodges expertly. All that practice with Kageyama has made him pretty good at that. It only managed to irritate you further. You try again, only ending with the same result.

It goes on for some time.

“W-wait! We can’t fight! That’s what the forest wants!” Hinata yells, as he once again manages to maneuver his way around your fist. “Then what do you suppose we do?! Wait on our asses until the bores come eat us?” For first time since you left, you can see genuine fear in his eyes. It makes you calm down considerably for some weird reason. There’s silence between you.

“Do they- do they really eat humans?” Hinata asks quietly. You let out a tired sigh, rubbing your temples. Its nice that he’s starting to understand the gravity of the situation he put you two in, but you don’t need him freaking out on you. You’ve seen it happen way too many times, and you know it’s a little less than helpful.

“Well we won’t have to find out if we manage to get out of here, will we?” You don’t really give him an answer, considering you’re not a wild bore expert. The thought of them eating you does give you chills, but you don’t want to let that manifest in you. You start pacing, thinking of possible solutions. Seconds pass, before you perk up at the most obvious one. “Phones! We have phones!” You desperately pull out your phone, only to deflate when you realize that it’s dead. You let out a noise of irritation. “It’s dead. Hinata, what about yours?” He suddenly looks at you, newfound determination in his eyes.

“Mine isn’t! I remember charging it before we left!” Hinata digs into his pocket, pulling out his yellow flip phone. You snatch it from him, looking to call someone eagerly, only to be met with disappointment. “There’s no cell service.” You show the empty bars to Hinata, feeling all the relief be torn away from you.

You just couldn’t catch a break, could you?

You fall back on a tree and sink down to the ground, accepting your future demise. All of the previous frustration had melted into acceptance that you were probably never going to find your way back. Meanwhile, Hinata hasn’t said a thing. Which is weird on its own, because he always has something to say. When you turn to look at him, his face is up to the sky. You scrunch up your face in confusion.

“Hinata, what are you-”

“What if my phone was higher up? Do you think it would get service then?” The look on his face, was one you’ve seen many times in your friendship with him. One you’ve come to despise.

He had an idea. And as far as you were concerned, Hinata’s ideas were always terrible. As if what’s happening isn’t already a prime example of that. “Maybe. But what are you going to do? Throw your phone up into the air?” He doesn’t answer your question, instead opting to go to the tree you were leaning on and start climbing it.

Huh. Well this was… interesting.

“Hey, dumbass. What are you doing?” He gives you a look to tell you he didn’t appreciate the name. “What does it look like I’m doing? Maybe if I head up higher, I could get some service.” He says struggling to get up to the next branch. You shake your head in disbelief.

“Have you considered the possibility of cracking your skull open?” You can him visibly gulp, as he’s now about two feet off the ground.

“…Well, tell me a better idea, and I’ll get down!” He yells back, defensively. To his surprise, you stay quiet. You really couldn’t think of a better idea. You give him a tired glare, silently telling him to keep climbing. With a nod he continues.

Watching Hinata climb was agonizing. You were so nervous he would fall, but you couldn’t look away. Almost like a car crash. The next few minutes roll by horrendously slow, until he reaches a point where he couldn’t climb anymore. You watch as he hooks one arm around the base of the tree and takes his phone out of his pocket. You prayed to all your gods as he waved his phone around like a maniac.

He must’ve have been waving a little too hard, because the force of his movements caused Hinata to lose his footing on the branch. You let out a little scream of terror as he wobbles around, trying not to plummet to his death. Hinata lets out tiny screams of shock every time his foot almost slips. In the process of becoming steady, he loses grip over his phone, having it drop to ground.

You find the phone rather quickly, but at this point it’s not really your main focus. “Hinata, get down from there! It’s too dangerous!” He gives you a scared nod, before starting the climb down. You watch in the same agony as before, almost covering your eyes when he slips again, but catches himself.

About a quarter of the way down, Hinata takes a moment to look around. You don’t know what he was trying to do, but all you knew was that he needed to get down now. “Oi, now’s not the time to sightsee! Get down before I make you myself!” You threaten, but he doesn’t listen to you. Suddenly he makes a lot of excited noises. He yells your name.

“I see my house! I see it! I see it! I know the way to go!” You didn’t every think before this moment that Hinata yelling could make you so happy, but you were definitely wrong. All the waves of relief that left came crashing back. You give thanks to all your gods as you watched Hinata climb back down with new vigor.

Too much vigor, apparently.  

At about a foot away from the ground Hinata loses his footing for real, and you flinch away as he crashed to the ground, making a pained sound after the fall. You rush to his side. “Are you okay?!” Hinata doesn’t answer again, getting up as if he didn’t just fall from a tree, taking your wrist and running into a random direction.

“No time! We have to go before I forget!” He manages to yell, running at full speed, while he drags you along. You felt a lot of twigs hit your face. Not like he would stop if you complained.

After about fifteen minuets of running, which was about fifteen minutes too long in your opinion, you see the trimmed grass and the warm lights of Hinata’s house. He lets go of your wrist as he leans on his knees panting. You’ve already sat down, trying to catch your breath as well.

After a few minutes like this, you stand up. You eye Hinata, as he’s still in the same position. You suddenly whack his arm. Hard.

He lets out a pained whine, looking at you in what seems like betrayal. You grab the collar of his shirt in fury. Taking him off his feet.

“You owe me so many meat buns for this. Understand?”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” He immediately shouts, putting his hand up in salute too. You glare at him for a couple seconds, until you drop him.

“Dumbass.” You mutter as you enter his house to get your stuff.

You weren’t going to be enjoying nature for a while.

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