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chibitantei · 2 years
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TL;DR: I meant for this to be about Naoto’s great self esteem and how it affected her thoughts on the IT, but I don’t know what happened in here, it’s just a mess. Very minor assumptions on the team were made to make this flow better, but it is mostly Naoto focused. Really, just take this away from me lmao.
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The only traits Naoto really speaks highly of in regards to herself are the ones most useful for a detective: observation, deductive reasoning, focus, etc. Everything else, Naoto doesn’t see much worth in. Detective Shirogane is who people really want, not Naoto, the kid who doesn’t know how to act like a normal teenager. From her perspective, the only reason the team would want her around is for her intellect, much like the police.
She was a jerk to them at first, so she finds it hard to believe they would consider her a friend after that. With them asking her, being rejected but still trying again, she only thinks they’re pitying her because of what her Shadow said. She intentionally tries to shoot down their offers to hang out one-on-one and only joins during group sessions because she wants them to see her as extra help. Even when she relents and finally tags along for whatever they have decided, Naoto does it to placate them. Once they see how boring she is, they’ll leave.
There’s another reason why she accompanies the team when they ask to hang out with her. She does want to be friends with them, but at the same time, she’s a coward, afraid of committing and deviating from what she’s grown accustomed to. Making bonds scares her. What if it turns out they were lying? What if they never cared for who she really was beyond the detective?
Because these two sides are at odds with each other, she’s unsure of what is the correct way to go about things and ends up never saying much about herself besides what questions the IT ask. Even then, Naoto tries her best to keep the information as vague as possible.
In a way, she also feels like she doesn’t deserve their friendship. Before she joined them, she hated them. Despite being a pack of imbeciles, they had each other to rely on, something Naoto never really had. This desire didn’t seem logical. She’s well off, has a career which is something she enjoys, so why does she feel envious of people who don’t exactly fit these categories? Naoto never wanted to admit she was envious of the Investigation Team, and in time, this jealousy twisted into hate, all because she couldn’t have it. Rather childish, but *coughs in Naoto’s Shadow*.
Besides the points mentioned here, Naoto also didn’t want to disturb the dynamic the team seemed to already settle into. She made herself bait, but that was to push them along, let them know the case wasn’t over just yet. Aside from that, they functioned just fine without her. They are mostly normal kids while she doesn’t know how to act her age. They all have their own struggles, but Naoto knows she has more than what the average kid should have. She doesn’t want to bother them with anything.
To Naoto, the Investigation Team are a group of people to admire, but while she wants to be a part of them, she tells herself she’ll never be a part of them. She’ll leave eventually. If they don’t become attached, they won’t care when she leaves.
If a training session in the TV World goes wrong and she dies, they wouldn’t care too much because they never really knew her.
In a way, she thinks she’s helping them. If any of them died, it would mess the others up badly. If the new kid who wasn’t able find her place in the group yet died, then they could shrug it off quickly. It’s not a healthy mindset, but this kid is not very healthy.
By the end of the school year, Naoto is still unsure of her place within the team, and while she has the perfect opportunity to leave, she ends up staying. She still thinks of herself as a coward, for changing her mind from wanting to leave to staying, but while maybe her efforts will be fruitless, she doesn’t want to lose the opportunity to make the friends she’s always wanted.
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so i was thinking about how Howdy has eight legs bc he's a caterpillar - those have lots of legs. but butterflies? they only have six
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imagine he comes out of his chrysalis and he's down two limbs. mf would have to relearn how to Walk
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isjasz · 5 months
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13 hours left🕛🕐🕑🕒🕝🕧🕛 A little redraw >:D @limitedlifemap
Can't believe this is finally happening. I had so much fun working as apart of the hosts team and can't wait for you to see everyone's amazing work!
Jan. 5th, 10AM EST. Premiere link HERE :)
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puhpandas · 6 months
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beckory comic based off of this line from GGY. i hope you get what im trying to say lol. i was kinda going for tony and gregory trying to NOT be popular for obvious reasons. just like a new way of seeing the line from the book even though this is not what the book meant.
(book snippet under cut)
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cubicpeebles · 6 months
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Their fate is in your hands!
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paper-cities · 2 months
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@moth-time tysm for lining him!!
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sugajimin · 1 year
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2022 - YOONGI RECAP
you can also call it, yoongi’s hair evolution 
BONUS:
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(cr: ptd on stage/yet to come in busan: 0613data,nba japan games: @/jung-koook)
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boinky-doinky · 9 days
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This is very much screenshotted from my insta but here’s a Tim wip I found in my camera roll that I never posted here
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arthursfuckinghat · 3 months
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There's something so significant to me about Arthur's relationship with not just Charles, but Taima too.
Horses are a vital extension of each of the gang members, in personality and in their uses. Charles and Arthur especially are very skilled horsemen, they understand their horses needs and boundaries to a T.
It's a reoccurring joke in-game that the gang members respective horses won't let anyone ride or pet them except their owners, but there's a level of truth in that too. Early on, Arthur will mention how The Count immediately bucked him off when he once tried to ride him and how protective the horse is of Dutch.
That's a well known example, but if you take the time to try and pet the horses in camp, you'll see how skittish or unreceptive majority of the horses are to Arthur.
Taima, however, is quite docile. She is one of the few horses who doesn't get skittish in camp and gives no resistance to being pet by Arthur. She was happy to be ridden by Arthur in chapter one and responded to him well - which makes me think that she was likely used multiple times in place of Boadicea before the game began, or that she generally liked Arthur because of how close Charles was with him too.
There's also the significance in that Taima is the first and likely the last horse Arthur would ride in the events of rdr2, Charles could only carry Arthur's body so far on his own. Thank you, Taima.
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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter — Short Story Translation
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A short, sweet, and comedic tale about the Mukami brothers being supportive siblings… and nearly committing accidental fratricide in the process. Meanwhile, Yui watches with increasing concern as the disaster unfolds.
Please refrain from using or reposting the translation anywhere without my permission.
[Note: The story is written in Yui's POV.]
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"Uh...something's wrong..."
Kou-kun groaned as he stared down at the pot.
"Should I help after all?"
"Eve, you mustn't get involved...okay? Just quietly watch over us."
Even though he said that, an increasingly terrible smell was spreading throughout the kitchen. Despite being told not to interfere, I was starting to get a bit worried.
"Maybe it needs some sugar-chan!?"
"Ah!!"
Before I could stop him, Yuma-kun dumped several sugar cubes into the pot, filling the room with a foul stench. I felt a sense of despair.
The whole mess had started when Ruki-kun injured his hand.
"Ruki-kun always cooks for us, so let's all pitch in today!"
And so, Kou-kun's plan of making dinner ended up as disastrously as I had feared.
"...This is...?"
"Well... It's supposed to be curry..."
Kou-kun glanced at me as if pleading for help. When I looked at Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun, they averted their eyes. In short, something horrible had been created. Its color was... to put it nicely, pitch black. After tasting it, Yuma-kun commented nonsensically that it was "bittersweetsalty". Dubbed "Mukami Brothers' Style Curry" it had transformed into a mysterious substance resembling anything but curry. Just by looking at it, anyone would instantly recognize it as inedible.
Yet, Ruki-kun was peering at the plates lined up on the table with a happy look on his face.
"Maybe it's better if we don't eat this..."
In spite of Kou-kun's uneasiness, Ruki-kun scooped up the substance with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.
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"It's disgusting."
We all shared the same fear. That even though he's immortal, Ruki-kun might die from this.
Despite his words, Ruki-kun's expression suddenly relaxed. We stared at him in amazement.
"R-Ruki-kun...!!"
"Ruki..."
"Ruki...! Damn it! Yer such a...!"
The three brothers, seemingly drained, collapsed to their knees on the spot. Ruki-kun simply watched them in silence as he continued to eat.
And then, afterwards—Ruki-kun was bedridden for three days and nights. Even though Vampires aren't supposed to get sick...
Seeing this, his brothers made a firm vow to themselves. They would never try to cook again.
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immediatebreakfast · 9 months
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A lot of things happened today, a lot of horrible things. A full circus of errors orchestrated by the narrative to serve the high end of tragedy. Everything thrown to this poor young lady who just wanted to get married, and live happily.
And yet it's incredible to read how Dracula practically organized the worst way possible to deliver the last blow to poor Lucy.
Every action, and horrible moment translates into a domino effect that traps Lucy in her own house, surrounded by death, and then utterly alone.
Dracula is merciless as we have known. The poor mother with the wolves, those babies only knowing pain and then death, even the Weird Sisters as horrible as they were are subjected to this man's orders and treatment. Plus, all of the locals of Transylvania being terrorized for centuries.
Then it comes Jonathan, and now Lucy.
All of Dracula's actions feel full of rage. Rage of being foiled, of seeing how his target keeps on living despite being utterly drained of blood two separate times. He was capricious with Lucy in Whitby by capturing her nightmares as he drank in leisure, but now it became about power over a life.
"but I did not fear to go to sleep again, although the boughs or bats or something napped almost angrily against the window-panes." - Lucy Westenra.
Our dear Lucy doesn't fear the nightmares anymore, she doesn't fear the darkness, nor is worried about the fog inside her head ordering to do things that cause her harm because Lucy is now surrounded by love, by medicine, by people that care about her.
She knows about the horrors, about the nightmares, about the harm that has been inflicted upon her. However, lucy doesn't fear that anymore, with her beautiful garlic wreath around her neck, healthy, and clear of mind she doesn't fear.
And what happens when it's clear to Dracula that Lucy doesn't fear his power?
"I went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against the window."
This single moment, this tiny moment of simply looking at Dracula directly, it's probably the drop that made the glass explode. This is all speculation of course, but just imagine the miriad of emotions, questions, and decisions that traveled through Dracula's brain in that single moment.
The girl, not dead, full of life, eyes as clear as the morning sky, with a wreath of garlic flowers (mountain ash to repel) around her neck looking right at him without a shred of fear... those wretched peasants arming themselves with their knowledge thinking that they could survive him. The young solicitor with the crucifix, denying him of what is rightfully his, and striking him down with a simple shovel.
What does she deserve after this? Death. Death to her mother, death to her loved ones, death to herself... or maybe something worse.
This ancient evil got so angry that this young lady was holding so much to her life that he orchestrated a living nightmare to kill her.
Because who is this mortal human to deny the orders of a lord defeating time itself?
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realreadysetrose · 1 month
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I make a better Dirk than a Dave which makes me Actively Concerned
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canisalbus · 7 months
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Vasco seems like a honeycomb (candy) type of guy tbh
Never heard of it before, but it looks nice. Apparently it's really easy to make at home as well? Is it good?? The texture seems interesting.
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front-facing-pokemon · 8 months
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fivedollarfred · 10 months
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A sketch and the finalized project for I fic I'm still working on that I made about three or four months ago. Took about three days of nonstop work basically.
I'm not the best when it comes to this more painted style(and hands for that matter) so don't expect to see this more rendered/painted look from my art very often
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starscelly · 10 months
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now that you're home, i dont have to be alone.
saad yousuf, twitter / vgk@dal 5.25.23 / adrienne rich, sleepwalking next to death / miro heiskanen, instagram / amal el-mohtar, this is how you lose the time war / x / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / x / "the pull of you" by the national / dallas stars, instagram / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / dallas stars, twitter / ernest hemingway, the garden of eden / miro heiskanen, instagram / x / dal@sea 3.11.23 / the letters of vincent van gogh / yle tv2 promo / lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson / dallas stars, twitter / (caption) "woof woof" by arthur
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