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choccy-milky · 8 hours
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1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading
2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience
Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻
OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖
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@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖
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@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖
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YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)
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BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL
ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW
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YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)
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specialstay · 1 year
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[03:00am]
This is the long wanted part 2! Im ao sorry for being this late </3
There was the silence again and that disgusting feeling in your chest. You knew that he has already promised more than one time to spend some time with you and it didn't change. He kept getting stuck at work.
But what if he's serious now and really does change?
Would you be rather with him here, not sure if he will change or just have some space and really have some time to think about everything.
"I think its best if I somewhere else tonight" you say and couldnt dare to look in his puppy eyes and instead deeply analyzed that picture on your nightstand. Too afraid to turn around and look in his tearing eyes which has always broken your heart in milion pieces.
He removed his hand from your back and that little bit of warmth it previously gave you flew away. It felt like breaking up but thats not what you said... right?
That anxious feeling you knew flew through your body and was sticking to every bone in your now cold body. Have you messed up this time?
"Y/n.." his voice was shaking and made it almost to a competition between his voice and your hands, you stomach turned around when you thought about all the possible endings this could have now.
"Do you want to break up?" you couldnt tell who was more scared to hear this answer, you or him.
"Chan I gave up so many things for you and i dont wanna throw that away" you finally say and for you, this was a 'no, i dont want to break up' and thought that you had calmed him down a little with that but no, his response was unexpected.
"Instead of giving love as a reason you say that you dont want to break up because of all the things you've done for me" his tone was a mixture of anger and pain, more like disappointed.
"Chan thats not what i meant" you immediately say before he interprets everything wrong and finally turns around to see him. His eyes usually filled with joy and love are dead, sad and lifeless.
"But thats what you just said. If you only stay with me because of the time we've been together and the things you did, i want you to break up" you desperately try and find some light in his eyes, just a little sparkle.
"No you misunderstood me" you say in shock while turing around so you can really face him. "I would never stay only because i have invested a lot, I would only stay if i still love that person and you are that person. The person I love" youre facing him and put his hands in yours and insead of responding, he just looked down at your hands. Just like that one time he was anxious and you we're calming him down before a show. You put his hands in yours and moved your thumb a little to calm him down. Just like he used to do.
"When youre not happy with a new song you just dont throw it away. You sit there for hours and try to make it better, to fix it" he was looking up and the last 3 words gave him hope that this wasnt over, that you two can just go to sleep and forget about all this, but you werent done yet.
"And sometimes if you get stuck on a melody, or any part of the song, you put it aside for a few days and start again" you voice was soft, avoiding any type of miss communication.
Pictures of you two wont stop appearing in your head. All the good memories.
"If i get get it right after some time ill just delete that whole track..." he says quietly and you noticed the tears on your face as some of them were traveling down your lips, almost synchro with his tears.
"We wont throw this away" you say in a shaking voice and finally give in the urge to wipe away his tears. "If you throw away this song I will be mad" you smile with tears as he wiped away your tears.
"What are we going to do with this song?" he asks and you felt that anxious feeling leaving your body with every breath you take.
"I dont want to put it away for some time. Im eager to make it perfect from this very second"
You couldn't resist anymore.
Within seconds your lips collide with his and it caught him off guard but it didnt bother him, why else would he kiss you back?
It felt more like he has been waiting for this.
No words were needed. You wont throw this away nor put it aside.
This will be fixed now and forever.
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faeflowerz · 1 year
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Giving Head in Public: Riddle
CW: Fem!Reader giving sloppy toppy. Giving dome. Bobbin on the knob. Oral. Oh also Riddle's hung so yeah. Do not interact with this post if you are under 18 or don't have your age in your bio. You WILL be immediately blocked.
A/N: I was gonna finish part two of the first years thing but I got to thinking about this. Don't perceive me.
Sooooooooo, Riddle is def the kind of boy who would freak out if suddenly met with an s/o looking to suck him off. I got a few scenarios too. Im a whore for him and my mouth is made for him. Seriously, i blacked out for half of this.
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In the rose garden would catch him by surprise for sure. It's another tea party and like usual, its a controlled chaos. Riddle is trying to have a conversation with Trey, but its hard when you're groping his thighs. You are sitting there smiling and pretending to be invested in whatever Cater is telling Ace but every so often you glance to see your boyfriend clear his throat and shift slightly. You've got your hand on one of his thick thighs and it's moving higher up and between his legs.
Riddle's trying to keep his composure. You'd been pretty needy lately and although he promised that he'd give you attention tonight, his strict curfew and this long ass party won't give you enough time with him before bed. So, this is your alternative. Your fingers sink into his soft meaty legs and the glint of anger in his big pretty eyes sends a delightful surge of excitement to your pussy. Fuck, you love when he gives you that look. It meant that you're gonna have it coming later.
When your fingers brush against a familiar lump, Riddle's face softens. He's rather sensitive and those skintight pants make it impossible for him to wear underwear. He tries to drink his tea as your index finger traces the thickness strained against his thigh. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you didn't shy away from your urges. And you can't take it anymore.
Nobody notices when you slip out of your chair and under the table. Nobody but Riddle. In that moment, he decides that he can't call you out on it. Unless he wanted the entire party to see his scepter, he has to sit there. Underneath, you're dragging your tongue along the outline of his cock, leaving slight wet stains on the fabric. You can't hold back as you go right for the main course. Pulling down his pants, his dick slowly rises once its free. You personally blame Riddle for your oral fixation.
His cock is girthy, and the tip gets bright red when he's horny, upset, embarrassed...or any other emotion he goes through when you do shit like this. Does it bother him? Yes. Does he cum harder when you're in public? Also yes. Why else would you do it besides your nympho tendencies? Your mouth is watering as you open wide to lead his cockhead past your lips. Riddle's pre spurts out when you twirl your tongue. His thighs tense up for a moment and you rub gentle circles with your thumbs to calm him down.
"Are you alright? You look a little red."
"Ah, it's nothing."
"Wait, where's...I don't see them anywhere."
"They had to...ahem, make a call." He's an awful liar, but no one calls him out on it. He's screaming on the inside as his dick slides deeper down your throat. The first time you did that, his soul nearly ascended. You wish you could see his face. He always makes the cutest reactions and its a shame when you miss out. Riddle's cock is throbbing just like you like it. Soon, you reach his base. Your nose gets buried in his soft rosebush. Despite the shower, his natural scent is already coming through. With a pleased sigh, you pull back slightly before setting a slow pace. It was agony for him but he can handle a little torture.
Riddle's weak now. His legs have gone slack as you very nearly suck the life out of him. Sweat clings to the back of his neck and he's got the cutest rosy red on his cheeks. You were nothing but trouble and yet...he never made you stop. Every time you got between his legs, Riddle never pulled you off. How could he when you clung to him so tightly?
Your eyes lull closed and you're slobbering all over him. When you grab his ass, Riddle bucks suddenly. That's when you bob your head faster. One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls. Hard. That nearly makes you cum. Enough playing around. Riddle pulls on your hair until most of his dick is out of your mouth before he slams back into you.
When he cums, he makes sure you take it all. He likes to paint your face white, but since everyone is still milling about, you gotta swallow. The queen is pretty demanding but isn't that why he's in charge in the first place? Once he finishes, you're humping his leg like a bitch in heat. The slick of your pussy stains his boot but you genuinely couldn't care less. One more thing for him to punish you for. Just the thought of him finally fucking you into his mattress eggs you on.
And yes. Trey probably figures out what you were doing down there.
The library isn't off limits either. Like ok.
Riddle's not seen you in some time because exams always sends him into overdrive. He tends to push people away during his study sessions because when it comes to exams, he goes at it alone. Unfortunately, he demands that you also keep your distance too. Sad face. You understand, though. He's type A and you're distracting. Still, he sends you texts and sweet little notes to let you know that he does think about you. Really, your relationship is usually really sweet and cute outside of all the oral (and anal).
Anyway, you miss him. Of course you do! Your fingers are soaked and you've been moaning loud enough to scare the ghosts. Surely he's been stressed, right? Right.
You go on the prowl for him, asking around to find him. Its that terrifying glint in your eye that finally makes everyone fess up: he's in the library. Riddle won't mind if you pay him a visit. He needs a break. A good intense break.
"I thought I told you to keep your distance," he says firmly. Riddle's had his nose in his book but when your perfume comes wafting by him, he's ready to kick you out. But it's hard. When you wear lipstick, he knows you're not playing around with him. There's no way to get rid of you once you put make up on. "Darling, we can't."
"Aren’t you stressed? Pent up? Besides, you need more breaks," you plop down next to him. Riddle closes his book and stands up.
"I'll have plenty of time for you once exams are over," he promises as he disappears into the rows of bookshelves. "They're insatiable." He mutters as he puts the book back into its proper place. Once he turns around, you're behind him. Riddle nearly screams but you're pressing kisses onto his lips to shut him up. Caged between your arms, your boyfriend looks at you like a terrified animal. He knows what's coming next.
"I wasn't asking. I was telling," now your kisses trail to his neck, leaving marks all over his pale skin. Riddle begs for mercy when you rip his vest and blouse open. The air conditioning makes his nipples harden. You're already teasing and sucking on his sensitive pudgy chest once he's exposed. In your excitement, you bite into him. Those moans and squeals are too fucking good. And his tummy. Oh, it's just as soft as the rest of him. Here, you bite a whole lot more and make sure to kiss hard enough to bruise lightly. All he can do is hold onto your shoulders when you unzip his pants and let them fall. Finally.
From this angle, you can look at him while you do it. Any time he gets shy, you have to bite his belly to get his attention again. His eyes do focus on you and he's trying not to cry as you cover his dick in lipstick kisses. Eye contact both turned him on and embarrassed him in these moments. You drape one of his legs over your shoulder and let him set the speed. From what you can tell, he's been wound tightly. You empty his balls nearly every day so going without for a week was probably killing him.
I love the idea of him being the type to have absolutely no rhythm when he's horny. Riddle's brain shuts off pretty quickly once he gives in. Just like now. Your throats being fucked and effectively keeps you from breathing properly. It's like he's trying to bruise your esophagus now. With nothing else to hold onto, you grab his fat ass. "Ahn! Haah! Damn it..." he curses as he puts more weight on you. If this is how you die there'd be no complaints from you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and now your mascara starts trailing down your cheeks. The lipstick was long smudged already too.
Your throat was so tight and wet around his dick. Part of him wished he'd never told you to stay away. Maybe he would have been less stressed with you around. Then again, plugging your hole after such a long time felt even better. Now he's letting out these cute little grunts and growls with each thrust. Riddle bites his lip to keep from getting any louder. You have to brace yourself now that he's getting sloppy.
"Almost...almost..." Riddle's balls tighten and his hips still as he shoots his thick heavy load straight down your throat. Of course you take it like a champ. With a heaving chest, he pulls out. Immediately, you miss that full feeling in your mouth. "You're...you're going to be the death of me..." Riddle pants. Then he pulls you up to your feet and kiss you. "Perhaps a proper break is in order?"
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hanasnx · 3 months
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i'm so invested in you and beef's love story !! how did you guys meet i need all the deets i swear this is like lifetime for me
part two
i love that lmfao but yea let me tell you about how we met. i love telling this story :)
so i used to be a leasing agent at the apartment complex i lived at, and my boyfriend (beef, for short) was a resident there. my job was to technically take care of his needs and i was absolutely not supposed to fraternize with residents per my employee contract. i remember one of the first times i really saw him was when i came into work kinda sick and i felt like shit and my boss told me to clean the coffee machines bcos a resident wanted coffee and it wasnt working. so i was all huffy like "ughhh fineee ok. fuck this resident ugh making me do my job or whatever" and i go over to clean the machine and lo and behold its beef. and im obvi like "damn this guy's kinda cute" and he was so polite too, saying thank you when i was done.
id see him around the complex, like when he'd come to get coffee or when hed take his dog to the dog parks and id be driving around in our golf cart, or when he'd come in to get an air filter bcos we provided those.
another time i saw him again was when he had called in that his rent amount was incorrect, and my boss explained to me that it is correct and that i needed to print out his ledger and give it to him so he can see for himself. now, i had no idea who he was, or that he was the "coffee-guy" from the first part of the story, so im all grumbly again like "ugh! i have to go alll the way over to drop off this ledger like doesnt he know how the rent works?? hes been living here long enough" and i drive over and i knock on the door all huffy and he opens it and i remember how awe struck i was. it was like the slow motion meet cutes in movies. he said hi and i froze up. i was all like "heres your ledger with your rent amount, take a look at it and call me if you've got any further questions" real tight lipped and profesh about it.
at this time i was seeing this other guy in a fwb situation, and we ended up breaking it off which i was actually pretty bummed about, and it was pretty hard to be in my bedroom after that cos i'd just think about that guy, right? i couldnt stay in my room. now where one of the coffee machines are was in the clubhouse where there was also a tv and i brought my ps4 and hooked it up so i could play batman: arkham knight somewhere other than my bedroom. i played for a bit before beef came in. while he was making his coffee late at night, he asked about the game, and we got to talking about the games we like to play, why he was drinking coffee this late was cos of his job at the time, etc etc. it was our first real conversation. i still have an instagram post from that night where i talked about "the hot resident"
conversations began easier after that. hed come in for coffee often (he told me later he started using the machine he didn't like, the one next to my work desk, just so he could be close to me and talk to me). i thought he was so fucking cute, i'd gush about him to my fave coworker (who i still keep in touch with) and i remember looking at her when beef was walking up and i was like "how do i look does my hair look okay" and i pulled out the hair tie i was wearing. and she let me get his air filter for him.
this was so long already, but if you'd like to hear more, let me know. theres more to the story :)
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miafic · 9 days
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its super super late here, so im sure for a lot of yall its already the next day, but today is canonically 10 years since the razor incident at p&p lol. march 18, 2014. just wanted to say that :)
i popped onto this account to see if anything was going on, and i had a zillion notifications, which was super fun. ive spent the last hour going through the jawn and foster au posts <3
it was really fun realizing that some of yall were like. actually really, really invested in my story hahaha. seeing all the headcanon asks, the questions yall sent in over the years, the art you made (!!)... it's incredible all these years later. i appreciated every message, every comment, every everything then, and i still do now. endlessly.
mia has been the greatest and most rewarding journey of my life, which maybe sounds so silly bc it was a fanfiction i wrote in college lol, but my whole heart was in that story, especially because of the community we built here. im so glad that i made friends with tons of yall because of my weird, daydreamy brain, and im glad that i still see you on my dash and follow you on instagram and message you when things remind me of you <3333
im also so glad that all these little fragments of my universe are still here to entertain me when i live in a new state and have a big girl job and am supposed to be asleep haha. i hope sometimes they still entertain you, too.
thank you for every moment you spent with this story and this blog. i love you.
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sylwanin-was-right · 1 year
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Im rereading the ASG and im SOOOOO anticipating the information in this book to show up in the sequels somewhere.
It kinda feels like the ASG was mainly made to explain lore for all the games moreso than incorperating it into the movies, which is a shame because of how much lore can be made canon if its given proper time to be explored in important scenes instead of shoved to the side as short montages with minimal narration in favor of extended action sequences.
We could have seen:
Tuk playing with a Banshee toy
Banshee bows in use (tho some archery and weapons versed people in the Avatar server said it looked quite impractical to use lol),
We could have heard the whistling sounds of the awaiei or banshee of paradise (The survival guide doesn't say where the plant is found so it could be placed anywhere convenient in the war to make narrative use of its apparent eerie sounds)
Some symbolism with the delta and unidelta tree could be used as metaphors because of how the smaller unidelta sated one shares root toxins with the larger delta tree (possibke mother/daughter or father/son, teacher/student metaphors), and unidelta makes use to the Na'vi by having non toxic, waterproof leaves for bowls and other tools
The ritualism of gifting a personal belongings rack to a friend as described on page 44 could be seen in Jake's memories when Neytiri was teaching him or in memories of Jake and Neytiri teaching the kids before the humans returned
We could have saw ghe crafting of a bow from hometree and passing down of a cerimonial bow to the boys (whom are explicitly warriors; perhaos Tuk'tirey will be a warrior when she grows up too)
We could've saw in the movie how many plants and animals were being exploited by the RDA for benefits and luxuries on Earth and how workers are treated poorly and exploited for these resources, like
the smuggling of dinicthoid for aquariums
bioluminescent plants smuggled to Earth for jewelry
the experimenting with fngapsutxwll or anemonoid, which is claimed to "[be] studied for possible export to Earth for use in cleaning polluted soil" since it "absorbs small amounts of unobtanium".
Unobitanium minor casualties and suffering, reporting "tactile sensations and distortion in vision and hearing—likely the result of electromagnetic field. Some report disturbing thoughts or compulsions irregular heartbeats limb paralysis muscle tremors or vertigo and nausea".
As for the RDA lore, as bad and greed driven as it already is for the lives it takes and destruction it causes, it would have made the organization more obvious as a metaphor for monopolies and the way they create markets to dominte settler colonial-style rather than just destroying everything for zero reason and only having one market to exploit (capitalists intend to commodify everything not just stop at one thing).
Had their operations been expanded to show how many markets they were controling, the plundering of Pandora for unobtanium (and now the anti aging syrum) could be more obvious metaphors for how companies squander investment in less lucrative but more sustainable alternatives as well as arbitrarily creating scarcity through such markets. The late tho relevant introduction of the whaling fleet in AWOW was an introduction to this as the unsustainable waste and excessive death and cruelty of extracting of venture capitalist markets.
I just wish we could see more care and time taken into the lore of the franchise. I think after AWOW's visual spectacle but lackluster character and lore development, the bar needs to be raised immensely for cultural and narrative immersion.
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pinkipeachiikeen · 9 months
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And The Stars Will Guide Us Home- Chapter 3
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A Batfam/BSD crossover series, Dazai x Fem!Reader
Chapter two <------ Chapter three -----> Chapter four
Ranpo was used to staying at the agency until the oddest of hours. He wasn’t unfamiliar to waking up to a dark and deserted office to find out all the others have already called it a day, (they used to attempt to wake him up, but found that to be hazardous to all parties. Junichiro says he almost chomped off his finger, but Ranpo, of course has no recollection of such thing.) but this was the first time it ever felt wrong. 
Maybe because from a legal standpoint, this could be classified as ‘breaking and entering’, but Ranpo has never been much for formalities.
Maybe it wouldn’t be as much of a case if Ranpo had any logical reason as to why he’s here, like if he forgot important case files, his phone or his beloved candy. But no. Ranpo doesn’t know why he’s here. As much as he tries to pin something to it, he can’t. He just knows something is wrong. 
Something much more than Yoru.
Chapter warnings: Dazai typical double suicide mention
Word count: 7042
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Ranpos eyes narrow at the analog clock, eyebrow nearly twitching in irritation
Tick
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“H-hey Ranpo? Everything good?” Junichiro asks, peeking out from his desk.
Instead of an answer like a normal human, Ranpo barely spares him a glance, along with  displeased hmph. 
“Um, okay, I guess.” Junichiro mutters. 
“Don’t mind him, he’s just upset that Fukuzawa isn’t back yet.” Kunikida shares, eyes unmoved from his computer monitor, click clacking away on a report Dazai was supposed to file a week ago, but left it untouched and is now missing in action. Again. 
“He was supposed to be back days ago. Where the hell is he?” he crossed his arms, letting out a grumble that sounded a lot like ‘he was supposed to bring me snacks.’
“Just use your super deduction,” Yosano suggested as she leaned back in her desk chair. “If you’re that pressed about it, super detective.”
“I’m not ‘pressed’, first of all and second its worlds greatest detective” he corrects as he ennonciates  the last three words, grabbing a lollipop in his pocket. “Not super. ‘Super’ makes me seem like the protagonist of a shitty cartoon.” 
Yosano shrugs. “You sure act like one.”
“What does that mean?!”
The door clicks open to reveal the man of the hour and the head of the agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi. “Good morning, everyone”
The agency residents all responded in kind, all except for Ranpo of course.
“What took you so long? Where were you all this time?” he almost scolded, shoving his unopened lollipop back into his pocket, sounding much like a nagging mother suspicious of her teenage son. 
“Like I told you, I was meeting with a colleague in the states.” Fukuzawa said, unbothered (and used to) Ranpos antics
“You also said you would be back on the fifth. Four days ago.” he recalled. “You got some explain’ to do.” 
Before Kunikida could chide Ranpo on respecting the president, Fukuzawa surprised them all by agreeing with his temperamental son. “You’re right, Ranpo.” He clears his throat. “May I have everyone’s attention please?'' His firm voice echoed the room, gaining the eyes and ears of the few who weren’t already invested.
“As you may know, I was meeting with a colleague of mine overseas and was supposed to return a few days ago,” his eyes glanced over to Ranpo, who  once again looked like a nagging mother, waiting for her son's explanation for staying out too late. “But due to unforeseen events, there  were some..complications.” 
“What do you mean ‘complications’? Is everything okay?” Kunikida chimed in, report forgotten.
“Yes, everything is fi-”
“Bitch i’m a cow, bitch i’m a cow, bitch im a–” 
Everyone stops at the vulgar music coming from the President's office
Crash!
Several murmurs sounding suspiciously like ‘son of a bitch’, ‘i swear to fucking god’ and ‘i’m gonna kill them next time I see them’ leak out of the office.
A moment of silence happens as looks of general confusion are exchanged. 
“Is everything alright in there?” Fukuzawa asks.
After a pregnant pause (one of embarrassment everyone rightfully assumes) the voice responds. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, that was an alarm.” she explains before quickly adding “My friends changed it and I uh never got to change it back… or turn the alarm off for that matter.”
“Well, I was just explaining our situation, might as well introduce yourself properly.” Fukuzawa said. 
Another pregnant pause. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now.”
“Uh, well i’d love to, I really would but I um, am not very workplace presentable?”
“The Agency doesn’t have much of a dress code. The only rule to really follow is to wear shoes, which I never thought had to be implemented,” he looks towards Kenji, who scrambles to slide on his sandals. “But here we are.”
“Well I definitely have shoes, but, hm.” She pauses to find the right words. “I would love to meet the lovely members of the Agency while dressed in something more business casual and less…. Hobo chic.”
The president's eyebrows furrow slightly. “Aren’t you wearing my coat?” 
“I am, and it’s a wonderful coat!” she replies quickly, sensing her mistake in words.
She sighs, sliding open the office door. “It's just paired with a tank top that is at least three sizes to large from a gas station I never heard of, a pair of jeans held up by a shoestring, and boots that I can guarantee you weren’t supposed to be this color. That paired with the fact that it has been a long 48 hours without a shower in sight, I look like a homeless tweenager you picked off the street.”
“Careful Ranpo, she’s stealing your brand.” Yosano whispered, receiving a nudge from Ranpos elbow in return.
“Given those 48 hours, I assure you, you look fine.” Fukuzawa assure, beckoning her over to him and the others. “Yoru, this is the Detective Agency.” 
Yoru gave a polite smile, tucking a greasy wayward strand of hair behind her ear, bringing attention to the eyepatch over her left eye.
A detail in which Ranpo was restraining himself from asking about, given he doesn’t really feel in the mood for another lecture from Fukuzawa about ‘manners’  and ‘respect’.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” She gave a curt bow. “I’ve heard so many things about all of you.”
“All good things I hope.” Kunikida politely replies
Suddenly, the door to the office slams open, revealing a slightly out of breath Dazai. Hand still on the door, hunched over, he pants. “GUYS WHY DIDN”T OF YOU TELL ME THEY FILLED IN THE SINKHOLE BY THE CORNER SHOP?!” he wheezes, gathering enough of his breath to stand up properly. “I just read about a wonderful way to commit-” his brain finally catches up to his mouth after wondering why Kunikida hasn’t scolded him for slamming the door and yelling (again) “Oh the Prez is back!” he cheers, eyes then landing on the woman of the hour, Yoru. His eyes widen, just for a second before oozing into his seductive charm. “Well hello there.” he purrs
Yoru turns to Kunikida. “Let’s just leave it at ‘things’”
Kunikida sighs deeply, the kind of sigh that everyone knows is only reserved for the suicidal manicac they call Dazai. “That’s…. That’s definitely understandable.”
Ranpo raises his eyebrow,
Y’know most people wouldn’t recognise the small things, such as a pause, a stutter or a hitch of a breath. They are written off as insignificant, unimportant. But not to Ranpo. Ranpos knows how to read the silence, especially when it comes to the people he’s surrounded by most.
That's why he notices how Dazai’s eyes widened.
Just for a second he let his mask slip.
Ranpo has known Dazai for a few years now. They aren’t necessarily close by any means, but if Ranpo knows anything about Dazai, it’s that he will do anything to deter others from seeing the real him. He has a perfectly crafted persona he waves around like a shield, repelling others and keeping them at a distance. He’s good at playing pretend, one of the best Ranpo’s ever met, but even the most experienced actors forget their lines and Ranpo has been patiently waiting to see it happen.
He just never expected it to be like this. 
His green orbs drifted over to Yoru’s slightly confused expression.  
Just who are you?
Dazai lightly graces his hand in Yorus. “I’ve never seen a maiden this fair! Oh Belladonna, would you make me the happiest man alive and-”
“Dazai this is the first and last time i’ll be telling you this, so it would be wise of you to listen up. If you ever ask my daughter to commit a double suicide with you, i will put you on office work for the rest of your days and dock your pay.” Fukuzawa says swiftly, removing Dazais hand from Yoru’s as if it was contaminated with a vicious disease.
“DAUGHTER?” Various detectives say in shock.
“I’m sorry, double what now?” Yoru asks.
“Yes, I was surprised too.” Fukuzawa shares. “I hardly ever thought I'd have children, let alone a grown one living in New Jersey. But nevertheless, it is my absolute pleasure to introduce you to my daughter, Fukuzawa Yoru.” 
“Please just call me Yoru, it’s way less confusing.” she states.
“Hey is he okay…?” Atsushi asks, gesturing over to Ranpo, who stood wide-eyed and frozen.
“Yoo-hoo! Is anybody home?” Kenji waves a hand in front of his face. 
“I think he’s twitching a little..” Atsushi adds worryingly.
“We broke Ranpo!” Kenji cried.
Yosano waves her hand dismissively. “Just give him a minute.”
“WHAT!” Ranpo snaps, making Kenji recoil back.
“Ope, and there it is…” She murmurs
Well, a man can’t be rational all the time.
“You really expect us to believe this random girl is your daughter? Seriously?”
Fukuzawas eyebrows furrow. “Ranpo…”
“Someone’s jealous…” Yosano whispers in a singsong tone, taking a sip of her drink.
“So you go to America for a “business trip” and come back with a daughter. A daughter. Really?” he crosses his arms. “I didn’t think you were in the business of opening foreign women’s legs!”
Yosano chokes on her drink. 
“Ranpo!” Fukuzawa scolds.
Yoru, instead of being offended in any way, burst out into laughter, swiftly apologizing after receiving a look from Fukuzawa. “Sorry.” she apologizes. “That wasn’t funny. Well..” she chuckles. “Maybe a little bit. But that's besides the point. My mother wasn’t foreign… at least I'm pretty sure. I was born and raised here in Japan. She reveals.
“Yeah and you just so happen to be in the same city as my f- as Fukuzawa.” Ranpo retorts as several of the agency members glance to each other, confirming Ranpo’s slip up.
“Uh, no? I moved there years ago?”
“Why?”
Yoru tilts her head in confusion. “Why what?” 
“Why did you move from Japan, duh.” Ranpo retorted.
“Because…I… wanted… to?” she answered slowly and confused.
“Ranpo, that’s enough.” Fukuzawa interrupts.
“Do you seriously think this woman is your daughter? This could be a ploy to learn agency secrets!” he whisper yelled, as if Yoru wasn't standing feet away from him.
 This time it was Kunikida scolding his name.
“Don’t act like we weren’t all thinking it!” he declared.
“Ranpo.” Fukuzawas loud voice boomed through the agency. A voice powerful enough to even placate Ranpo’s rants and loud claims. “These allegations are not only insulting to my intelligence, but to Yoru as well. You have no idea what she had to go through to get here and you have no right to spout such claims.” Ranpo bites his cheek to hold back a retort. “Apologize this instant.”
“But-”
“Ranpo.” Fukuzawa warns.
“It’s fine.” Yoru cuts in, placing a hand on Fukuzawas shoulder. “Really.” she assures. “If I was in his spot, I'd be thinking the same thing.” she rubs the back of her neck bashfully. “I don’t blame any of you for being wary of me, you guys are detectives after all. It’s your jobs not to take anything at face value and to be suspicious when need be. Believe me when I say I am not quite convinced this is just a really bad trip or something and I'm going to wake up in my bed back in Jersey. Sleeping peacefully and not in this mess” 
The agency members all turn their heads to Ranpo, whose eyes are squinted in judgment, waiting for his verdict. 
Ranpo clicks his tongue. “Well if you leave now, who knows? Your bed may still be warm.”
Several agency members groan or shake their heads. 
“What?” Ranpo retaliates. “She obviously doesn’t wanna be here anyway! I’m just stating all her options! She left before, because she wanted to, what's stopping her from leaving now?” 
“The fact that she would be putting all her loved ones in danger, perhaps.” Fukuzawa states firmly. “It wasn’t an easy feat moving back here, but I promised her we’d welcome her with open arms.” His stone cold eyes glare into Ranpo’s “I wasn’t planning on being made a liar.”
“Well I didn’t think you were planning on being an idiot!” Ranpo shouts. “First, coming home with some random girl claiming to be your daughter all the sudden, then revealing that her presence brings danger? Don’t we deal with enough threats from the Port Mafia? We don’t need to deal with another nuisance disrupting everything!” 
“Ranpo, I brought danger to her. Her life was disrupted by me.” Fukuzawa spoke.
Ranpo blinked in confusion. “What?”
Fukuzawa sighed.  “Enemies of mine found out I had a daughter and attempted to use her against me. Enemies who have known of her existence for years and have spent just as long tracking her down. It was an unfortunate coincidence that Yoru and I happened to be in the same city, whereas they used it as the time to strike. It was entirely my fault she was kidnapped and put in harm's way. It is the absolute least I can do, bringing her here to Yokohama with me and making sure other enemies of mine don’t try to do the same.” he revealed.
Ranpo looks at his feet, in shame or in anger, he is not quite sure.
 “Now I am not a fool, Ranpo. I made sure that Yoru is in fact, my daughter, via numerous tests. Even if she wasn’t it’s still in best interest that I make sure that she is not harmed just because others believe she is. I’m not interested in letting anyone suffer because of me, relation or otherwise. Yoru is here and she is here to stay. End of discussion. If any of you have any non-disrespectful questions you would like to ask, you can do it after she gets settled into the dorms. Her first day is tomorrow, I hope i can rightfully assume you all to show her the ropes.”
Ranpos' head immediately pipes up. “What?! She works here now?”
“Yes, hence why introduced her and why she’s staying in the dorms.” he says blankly. 
“B-but we don’t need any more secretaries! The ones we have handle everything on their own!” 
“You’re correct, that’s why starting today she’s a detective of the agency, just like you and the others.”
“What?! But she never passed an entrance exam!” he pleads. “And she doesn’t even have an ability! H-how do you expect her to help protect the agency if she can’t protect herself from getting kidnapped!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Yosano retorted.
“That was really mean, Ranpo.” said Junichiro.
“Yeah, and low. Even for you.” Added Dazai, who looked more than ready to chow down on some popcorn and watch the drama unfold. 
With pursed lips, Yoru claps her hands. “You know what?” Yoru starts.
“Yoru…” Fukuzawa warns. 
“No, I'm really too tired for this. I really am.” she states turning to Ranpo. “It’s Ranpo, right?” 
“Duh.” he comments. “This ones a little slow….” he murmurs
She sighs, exhausted. “Look, I don’t know what kind of relationship you and my father have, and frankly? It’s none of my goddamn business.”
His eyes widened.
“I’m not trying to get in the way of that. To be frank, I'm not trying to get into anything. I just wanna mind my business and do my own thing. I’m damn good at that. I’ve been doing my own thing all my life. I've learned to be independent, I never had a choice not to.” she informs. “And none of that changes just because I met Mr Sperm Donor over there.” she points to Fukuzawa, before turning her head and adding a curt “no offense, of course.”
He nods in understanding. “None taken.”
“I don’t suddenly have a need for a father figure, or some daddy daughter relationship. I lost all hope of having a biological traditional family before I lost my first tooth and that hasn’t changed. Yeah it’s pretty cool getting to meet my father after all this time, but that’s about it. It’s pretty cool. I get to ask some questions that I never had answered and I get to learn a few things about me that I didn’t know. In all honesty, I’d rather have lived my whole life without knowing the answer to those questions if it meant my whole life didn’t have to get uprooted like this.” she turns her head once again to Fukuzawa. “Again, this isn’t on you, I am very glad to have met you, I just wish I could’ve done so in literally any other way. I’ve finally felt like I got my shit together, then I'm whisked back here. I don’t know why any of this couldn’t have happened, y’know, when I actually lived here and needed a parent instead of 12 different group homes, but ce la vie, I guess.” she gives an awkward laugh. “Y’know, they told me that you aren’t a real Gothamite until you are kidnapped and or held hostage. I guess I'm a ‘true Gothamite’ now. Too bad I had to leave, huh.” 
Ohhhh. Ranpo thought, clicking pieces together, biting his lip  to hide his smirk. Gotham huh?
“Anyway as I was saying, and to wrap it all up,” she places a hand on his shoulder. “Just because you have a new sibling, doesn’t mean father loves you any less, m’kay?” she says in an almost sickly sweet tone, giving his shoulder two taps as if she was saying ‘go get ‘em’ to a little kid.
“Y’know when Fukuzawa said you would give me the hardest time I thought it was because you were paranoid or something, not that you had daddy issues.” she said casually, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “Out of everyone he told me about, I was most excited to meet you if i’m being honest. He made you out to be this super genius prodigy, but in actuality you are just whiney,” she fixes the strap of her eye patch, “and wrong.” 
She starts to walk past him but stops, remembering something. “Oh, well I guess you were right about something.” she says without turning her head. I did let myself get kidnapped. I went quietly with them to protect the people I care about and innocent bystanders. But I did save my fathers life just a few hours later. Pretty good for someone who couldn’t protect themselves, eh?” 
Continuing on walking, she only gets a few steps. “One last thing,” she said, turning her head around. “I do have an ability, not that it’s any of your business. But I heard that having one wasn’t needed, isn’t that right?”
Ranpo grinds his teeth.
“Fukuzawa can you point me in the way of a shower? Please and thank you.” she asks.
Fukuzawa nods. “Yes, I'll take you to your dorm. All of them are already occupied, so you will be rooming with Atsushi.” 
The weretiger gulped and gave an awkward wave and a sheep ‘hello!’ which Yoru replied in kind. 
Facing the detectives, Yoru gives a polite smile. “It was nice to meet all of you, and I look forward to working with each of you.” she said kindly. “Even you, Ranpo.”
“Let’s get going.” Fukuzawa intervenes from the doorway.
“Yeah, just one last thing!” She turns to Ranpo. “Thanks for the candy.” she said with a mischievous wink, plopping a familiar lollipop in her mouth. 
Ranpo frantically pats down his jacket and pants pocket searching for his lollipop,  because there’s no way she could’ve taken it right? How? 
The sounds of Yosano's cackling and Dazai’s ‘ooooooooooh’ muffle the sound of the door closing but Ranpo could still hear Fukuzawa’s tired sigh of defeat.
“I thought I told you to play nice.” 
Accompanied by a slightly garbled, “I was nice!” then a popping noise Ranpo knew all too well. The sound of someone taking out their lollipop to speak. His lollipop that should be in his mouth. 
“For the most part.”
“Oh my fucking godddd.” Yosano exclaims between choked breaths of laughter. “She is my new favorite co-worker!” She was hunched over, cradling her stomach in one hand and pounding on her desk, shaking and spilling droplets of her drink. 
“She read you like a book.” Dazai comments, looking entirely too pleased with this situation. 
“I wonder if she actually thinks she’s a cow or if she just really likes them…” Kenji wonders aloud.
“Well, Ranpo, I hope this taught you how to not to treat others.” Kunikida states, ‘fixing his glasses’ (that already sat perfectly aligned on his face) in a way that poorly covered the smug grin on his face. “It was about damn time you learned that lesson.” Then, fully registering what Kenji said, he adds “Kenji, I don’t think…” before just ending the sentence in a sigh. 
“She read your ass like a book! Then took your candy!” Yosano cheers, spinning around in her office chair. “She’s my hero.”
Tsking, Ranpo rolls his eyes as he digs into his pocket where his dearly departed lollipop once lied. “Yeah, well she’s not gonna get away with it that easily.” To his surprise, his fingers dance along a smooth glassy surface, rolling it into his hands as he shines it to the light.
A small glass marble, barely the size of his thumbnail, glistened and shined in the light. 
“Whoever she really is.”
 Ranpo was used to staying at the agency until the oddest of hours. He wasn’t unfamiliar to waking up to a dark and deserted office to find out all the others have already called it a day, (they used to attempt to wake him up, but found that to be hazardous to all parties. Junichiro says he almost chomped off his finger, but Ranpo, of course has no recollection of such thing.) but this was the first time it ever felt wrong. 
Maybe because from a legal standpoint, this could be classified as ‘breaking and entering’, but Ranpo has never been much for formalities.
Maybe it wouldn’t be as much of a case if Ranpo had any logical reason as to why he’s here, like if he forgot important case files, his phone or his beloved candy. But no. Ranpo doesn’t know why he’s here. As much as he tries to pin something to it, he can’t. He just knows something is wrong. 
Something much more than Yoru.
Starting with the fact that Fukuzawa had to go Gotham in the first place. The president is no stranger to long out of country business trips, but he at least informs the agency, at least he informs Ranpo, what city he is visiting. Ranpo likes to believe its so that Ranpo can ask for the snacks that are popular in said city, but deep down knows it's because of the respect they have for each other. 
‘Respect I'm breaching my sneaking into his office,’ the angel on his shoulder tells him as he slides open the door. 
‘No.’ he counters back ‘this needs to be done. For his sake and mine.’
Ranpo turns on a lap, illuminating the tiny office in a dull yellow light. ‘I need to find out why. ’
Several ‘why’s in fact:
Why he hid where he was going?.
No, Ranpo knows that. He hid because Ranpo knows that the only reason he’d be going to Gotham is to see Bruce Wayne. Batman. A colleague he has known long before Ranpo, and a colleague he hasn’t heard from in almost just as long. Fukuzawa has shared that despite his perfectly crafted persona, ‘Bruce isn’t the social type’ and doesn’t bother with idle pleasantries. From everything Ranpo collected about Bruce over the years he can confidently say that Bruce is just a smarter, richer, edgier version of Kunikida from their ideals to their self sacrificing tendencies. Which leads to his second ‘why’. 
Why he met with Bruce.
Like Kunikida, Bruce has problems asking for help. It’s obvious from any kind of media you read on him and how he interacts with the other Bats and Birds that he’d rather face an army himself before inconveniencing others, whether it’s for their sake or for his pride. Probably both. So what could be so important that he would have to summon a colleague (who he hasn’t spoken to in over a decade mind you,) from across the globe? What could be important enough to send his only daughter to Japan? Why and how is she important enough to be in the center of everything going on?
Yoru. 
Yoru isn’t ‘technically’ a why, but she might as well be with all the question marks she has surrounding her. It would be easier for Ranpo to list all he does know about her, and even then he isn’t completely sure that his observations aren’t just the facade she’s putting up. Hell, he doesn’t even know if the eyepatch she’s wearing has a purpose or is just trying to push a hidden agenda. 
Ranpo assumes (90% sure) that she is Batgirl given what he knows about the Birds and Bats, which is quite a lot. The vigilantes of Gotham were another week-long fixation that passed through Ranpo a few years back after uncovering Batman's true identity and prolonging the dopamine high of being right (again, of course.) where he barely left his computer. In the end he was in such a rabbit hole that he was watching videos on how to make a Kryptonite bomb. He isn’t quite sure if he’s not on Batman’s watchlist now, but that’s besides the point. The last time he checked Batgirl was a cheery redhead with bright green eyes and freckles and well… let’s just say Yoru doesn’t quite fit the description. But hey, if they’re following a similar path as the Robin title, more than one person can don the title of Batgirl. If Ranpo is correct, Yoru has been playing the role of Batgirl for eight or so years, about the same time as Bruce publicly adopted another orphan by the name of Y/n Wayne. Ranpo never much bothered to keep up with the whole Wayne/Batman crew after his inital hyperfixation (he grew bored. Why keep looking into something you already know?) but he has a slight feeling if he found one of the rare photos of Y/n Wayne online she would have more than a few similarities with Fukuzawas supposed ‘daughter’
That being said, Yoru, Y/n, whatever her name is, has to have known Fukuzawa beforehand. Their interactions are way too..fluid to have been perfect strangers merely a few days prior. His father figure is way too stiff (for a lack of a better word) to be all buddy buddy with someone he just met, even if she was his biological daughter. They just seemed so in sync. Like they know something nobody else in the room does.
Ranpo just can’t believe he’s the only one who sees it.
It doesn’t take ultra deduction to know when people are full of shit.
KERTHUNK
A searing pain travels through Ranpos toe as he awkwardly hops around holding it, silently cursing Fukuzawas stupid desk and wondering since when was it this close to the freakin’ door?! Mid jump, the great detective nearly trips over some foreign object on the floor and almost shatters the expensive vase Fukuzawa obtained from Hong Kong. So much for being discreet. He sighs as he regains his balance, picking up the object, no objects. 
“Fukuzawa’s phone ... .and wallet?” he whispers to himself. I mean that explains why he hasn’t answered any of my calls.  He sets them back on the desk, where they most likely laid before his toe was brutally attacked by the desk. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spots a tiny white slip of paper. 
No, a photograph. A polaroid, in fact. 
Why would Fukuzawa keep a photograph in his wallet? 
He picks it up and he can't tell from the texture alone that the photo has been contained in his wallet for a long time now. 
Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching the door and quickly slides the photo into his pocket just as Fukuzawa flickers on the lights.
“Ranpo? What are you doing here?” he asks. “Please tell me you didn’t fall asleep here again.”
“I did not!” he pouts. Besides, that only happened, like, once.” 
“It happened multiple times.”
“Okay, but not recently!”
“Last Sunday you called Kunikida to come let you out because you were locked in. It was two in the morning.”
Ranpo muttered something that sounded an awful lot like Damn snitch.
“But if you didn’t fall asleep here then why are you here, Ranpo?” Fukuzawa asks.
“You weren’t answering your phone.” he half lies, picking up and dangling the phone by its corner. “You had me worried.” he says as he gently tosses it to his ‘boss’ who catches it without batting an eye. 
“You are perfectly aware I am more than fine taking care of myself.” he retorts.
Ranpo shrugs. “Yeah, I thought so, but….”
Ranpo knows he shouldn’t, but the words boil up on their tongue, hot and searing, spilling out his mouth.
“this little masquerade you have with batgirl is telling me different.”
The room turns icy and cold, and Ranpo can’t  dare to look Fukuzawa in the face, so he settles for the space between his head and shoulder.
“Just who is she here to protect?” he asks, each word getting more bold and rapid. “What is she hiding from? Who is she hiding from? Scratch that, what are you-”
“Ranpo.”
Ranpo was instantly silenced as a hush fell over the office. 
Ranpo has known Fukuzawa for many many years. Years of ups and downs, joy and hardships, but rarely did Fukuzawa ever use this tone. 
Especially with him.
“I’m going to say this once, do you understand?”
Ranpo stands frozen, in disbelief, in shock. This was the voice he used to criminals, to enemies, to Dazai when one of his pranks on kunikida required poison control to vacate and abandon their entire building for a week, but not him. Never him. 
“Do. You. Understand?” he asks, slow and clear, but with enough edge to even startle the most hardened soldiers of war.
Unable to speak, Ranpo nods vigorously. 
“Drop it.”
Huh? Ranpo thinks.
“Do not investigate this any further. I know it may be hard for you to understand, so I'm putting it in the simplest terms. Drop. It.”
Oh. Ranpo didn’t think he said that out loud. 
“This subject is none of your business. Plain and simple.”
“But-” Ranpo whimpers. “H-How am I supposed to just sit here a-and pretend nothing is wrong? Something is clearly happening and you expect me to look the other way?”
“Yes.”
Ranpo bunches his hands into his coat. “How? How do you expect me to do that? I’m a detective! I'm supposed to learn about all these hidden truths and find out all the secrets!”
“This isn’t a game, Ranpo!” he shouts, taking Ranpo aback. Sighing, and rubbing his temples with his calloused hand he relents. “You can’t always ‘save the day’ or be a hero. Sometimes the most heroic thing a person can do is look the other way and keep their mouth shut.” he said, grabbing his key and phone and turning towards the door before pausing. “I know you don’t trust her.” he starts. “And that’s fine. I can’t make you. But I need you to trust in me this time. I think that’s more than fair after all I've trusted in you.” He slides open the door and sighs again. “If you really can’t fight the urge to snoop, I recommend just asking her yourself. She won’t tell you much but maybe it will quell your worries about her.” 
“Like Batman? I heard people say he’s the greatest detective.” Ranpo comments, setting up the scene
Yoru just shrug, undisturbed. “Some do.” 
“Well what do you think?” 
She gives a humorless, awkward laugh. “I don’t really think I know enough to answer that question? Most people in Gotham have never even seen Batman before, let alone interact with him long enough to test his deduction skills.”
Ranpo shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you are right. But you would.” he states, slowing down to deliver the blow.
“Wouldn’t you, Batgirl?”
Her eyes widen just for a fraction of a second before going back to their normal state. “Hmm,” she puts her hands in her slightly-too-large leather jacket. “I don’t believe there’s an accurate way to measure intelligence.” she said, continuing to stroll, undisturbed.
Ranpos eyebrows furrow. “Well that wasn’t what I was asking.” he informs. “One can be intelligent without having deductive skills.” he said, picking up his pace to match speed with the woman. He has to say, she does look more like a ‘bat’ today than yesterday. Long leather jacket with broad shoulders (probably a men’s jacket. Well worn on some edges, maybe a gift? Most likely have sentimental value), a black mock turtleneck and ripped jeans with black combat boots to match. The only thing that stands out is her weird choice of jewelry. A shimmering  marble-esque belt that catches the light in every step she makes, and a slightly more subtle pendant dangling around her neck with only remnants of shine flaking through when the light hits a certain angle.
“Well in my humble opinion, the best detectives don’t need to go around bragging about their skills.” she shares. 
“It's because they don’t have the skills to back it up.” he retorts. “Like I do.”
“Or,” she starts. “Maybe they are just smart enough to not paint a target on their back.” She briefly looks back at him. “You can’t be the world's greatest detective if you’re dead.”
Ranpo furrows his eyebrows. “W-well are we not gonna talk about how I knew-”
“Hey Ranpo, did anyone ever tell you that you are too loud.” she interrupts, silencing his words that passersbys can so easily pick up. She sighs. “Fukuzawa told me that regardless if the others believed him or not, you would be the only person that decided they needed to say something about it.” she shakes her head in displeasure. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, ‘loose lips, sink ships?’”
“Was I supposed to?”
She sighs again. “Never mind.” a beat of silence between them passes. “Y’know,”  Ranpo looks from the ground to her as she starts. “If you were trying to impress me by finding out our little… ‘family secret’…my brother found out when he was like, nine or so. He has you beauty by quite a bit.”
“I didn’t just find this out, I’ll have you know!” he corrects. “I don’t live in Gotham and never had the need to do anything with that info! I’ve been sitting on it for years!”
Her pace comes to a halt, making him almost run into her. “And what do you plan on doing with that information?” she asks, solemnly and almost cold.
Damn. She might not be biologically related to Batman, but she’s definitely her fathers daughter. Ranpo would hate to be on the other side of an interrogation from either of them and is very glad he is on the side of the straight and narrow. 
“I’m going to continue to sit on it.” he almost whimpers, like a dog scolded after chewing up the rug. “My throne of secrets it’s quite comfortable, actually.”
Yoru chuckles, dark energy fading around her like it was never there. “Good.”
“Good?” he repeats, confused as she picks her pace up once again.
“Yup.”
“You aren’t gonna question me or anything? Just a ‘good’’?
She gives a quick laugh. “Even though you do definitely talk too much, I think you know when to keep your mouth shut when it matters.” she admits. ‘Besides, Fukuzawa trusts you, and I can tell he has a lot of respect for you, so.” she shrugs. “Not much I could really do but say ‘good.”
“Huh.” Ranpo slides his hands into his pockets. “I guess we are in the same boat then, aren't we?”
“Yeah.” she agrees. “I guess we are.”
A pregnant pause settles in, not quite uncomfortable like before,  but one on the balancing line of comradery and understanding. Hm. This must’ve been what Fukuzawa meant. Ranpo thinks.
But, of course Ranpo can’t leave it at that. No, he still has questions. 
“So, uh..” Ranpo starts. “Why exactly are you here?’” Yoru tilts her head in confusion. “I just mean, you seemed to have a pretty good thing going on in Gotham, and from what you said the other day you didn’t quite like living in Japan. If that wasn’t made up as well.” he says, matter of factly with no malice. 
“Shouldn’t you know that, Mr Super Detective?” she retorts, just as calm.
Ranpo sighs. “Fukuzawa said it was none of my business.”
She chuckles. “Well he wasn’t wrong.”
“But..” he continues. “He said if I absolutely felt the desperate urge to know, I should just ask you.”
She gives him a look, one which Ranpo has deduced means ‘seriously, come on’ after the many times it's been given to him, most often by his coworkers. “And he thinks I would tell you anything worth knowing?’
“Nope.” he says, popping the P.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Honestly, I'm surprised you aren’t just looking into it behind his back.” she shrugs. “Given what I heard about you, it shouldn't necessarily be hard for you.”
He pauses his steps, making Yoru step back a few. “Let’s just say I knew the time when it’s ‘acceptable’ to push his buttons and when it’s uh.. Generally not preferred.” he admits.
“You’re scared to disobey him, aren’t ‘cha.”
“Yes, very much so.” he says, continuing on. “Are you gonna answer my question or no?” he changes the subject. 
“Well..” she ponders, debating her words. “Precaution, I guess.”
“That tells me absolutely nothing.” 
She laughs, a real genuine laugh. “That’s kinda the point.”
Ranpo does his best to show a generally displeased face.
She sighs. “A group of very skilled individuals have bounded together to claim something they feel like they are entitled to, and will stop at very little to get it.”
“Sounds very American.” he replies.
“Well you aren’t wrong there.” she agrees. “Several of these members are high players in the west, whether that be in the stock market or on the FBI’s most wanted. We have crossed paths with several of their members, either directly or indirectly and even put some of them away before. They are not to be taken lightly as individuals, who knows what power they have collectively.”
“What does that have to do with us then?” he asks, not  quite sure if he means ‘us’ as the ADA or as Japan itself. “Why do we have to deal with your dirty laundry? It sounds like a you guys problem.”
“You act like we aren’t seven people working from the equivilant of a basement.” she sighs.
“A basement funded by a billionare and equiped with state of the art technology.” he retorts.
“With absoulutely no responsability to be doing what we do, by the way.” she shares. “We do this because we care.”
“Yeah and i’m sure the repressed trauma and a hero complex built from guilt or loss have nothing to do with it.” he states, hitting the crosswalk button
she pauses, obviously caught off guard, (finally) “We all have our problems, Kirby-boy.” she said before crossing the street with the herde of other pedestrians
“Wha-” Ranpo stutters. “What does that even mean?!” he whines, struggling to catch up with his new coworker in the sea of people
“Ask the twinkies you swallowed whole!” 
“Are you sure you can get there by yourself?”
Ranpo sighs. “It’s a one way train and i’m being picked up at the station. I don’t need you to sit with me like a little kid.”
He can tell she’s biting her tongue when she just responds with a “okay.” then she dives her hand into the bag, pulling out a pen and paper.
“What are you doing?” he asks as she scribbles something down. 
“Here.” she says as she hands him the paper.He looks at it to find a string of numbers. 
“I’ll probably regret it, but just in case you have more questions I can’t answer.”
“Thanks.” he says curtly, giving a quick goodbye before making his way onto the train. 
Ranpo finds himself an open seat and settles down, waiting for the train the train to pass the station and blur all the passerbys waiting for their or saying goodbye to their loved ones. Then, when everyone is settled and their focus is away from the oddly dressed detective, he pulls out the polaroid he kept in his pocket since that night in the office.
He runs his fingers down the browned, crippled edges, processing a memory from moments past.
Yoru’s past, to be exact.
 The photo presents two near identical young girls cuddled up together in a bed, sleeping peacefully. One lays protected by the other, arms and legs wrapped around in almost a shielding position, while the other laid more stiff, arms decorated by various wires, but still clearly leaning into her sisters loving embrace. Ranpo coudn’t help but feel a wave of perversion looking at this photo, from the lens of himself, the viewer and from the lens of the photographer, who in neat red handwriting wrote ‘Angels’ above their heads, and their names underneath them ‘Kanako and Kazumi’. Quickly flipping it over and out of his eyesight, he sees that the photo is dated just about fourteen years ago. 
As old and as creased as the photo is, Ranpo can’t deny that the little girl, one of the little girls is Yoru. Given the state of ‘Kazumi’ he can only assume that Kanako grew up to be the women he just spoke with minutes before. 
Shaking his head and swallowing the lump of bile coming up his throat, his shoves the picture deep into his pocket, fighting his urge to burn it.
Fukuzawa was right. 
He really should’ve minded his business. 
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If you couldn’t tell, i’m really trying to push my Yosano and Ranpo sibling agenda. They may not be siblings by blood, but sure will clown each other like they are
If you have any questions or comments (I love comments <3 the make me more motivated to write!!!) don't hesitate to let me know!
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mourninglamby · 2 years
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RAMBLING INCOMING SORRY IGNORE IF U DONT CARE ABT CARTOONS BUT... i have very high standards for cartoons. ever since i was a kid ive had this weird infatuation with consuming as many as possible (i literally forced my mom and sister to watch the adventure time pilot when it came out, same with gravity falls and stevens world universe) and lately ive been slacking bc i still watch the pilots for every new cartoon but NONE of them have interested me at ALL until s2 of toh. and even then i went in with a bias because a character dynamic mirrors that of a dynamic from a different series that isnt active at the moment. 
but my point is. because i have such high standards i have to be super self aware. as an adult going into my 20′s soon i literally cant not be mindful that im watching a “kids” show. altho i have... many things to say about how that demographic has definitely been twisted and morphed into something new entirely. and i sincerely blame the perception of cartoons as strictly children's media when it absolutely shouldnt be. but when i watch shows like the owl house or fuck even my fav cartoon over the garden wall i literally cant shake the feeling that this was definitely intended for like... pg13 or maybe even r rated audiences depending on the tone of the show. it just feels like its holding back, despite the content shown already being a bit much for younger crowds like 13 and under.
and part of me feels bad for these showrunners who want to make their shit without the limitations of a network marketed for kids but have nowhere else to go, and then another part of me is also like ohhhh kay..... sometimes we go too far... ok ko is probably the best example of a not-for-kids kids cartoon. 
its been a while since ive been this invested in a western cartoon (last time was over the garden wall, and i was literally a young teen so. didnt have the same critical eye i have now) and its making me reevaluate how and where specific media is disseminated and who its really for, and why that might be potentially harmful. much 2 think abt... sorry this was a lot of me repeating myself and being vague but... i have not thought this hard abt cartoons in a long time.
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rose022 · 3 months
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should rose. do english work. (very mind numbingly boring and may very much not be able to focus on. also its already late but idk she hasnt responded to my email and we're on holiday break now so i could probably take a few more days and have the point deduction be the same) or read fanfiction (very fun. like the story. actually its not the best and there are starting to be things i donr like as much but ive spent the past few days and all of today reading and im too invested to stop now. its like all i can think of)
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amyyscorner · 5 months
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Live reaction: Goosebumps (2023)
Spoilers below the cut
ok emo i hope he dies WAIT IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE RL STINE?? ding dong bitch DONT WALK OUTSIDE JESUS HAVE U NOT SEEN A FUCKING HORROR MOVIE??? mans gon die the doorbell ghost really be trolling LMAO THE CHANDELIER candles. ofc he has candles. sth gon burn HIS NAME IS HAROLD? LMAOOOOO i knew there was gonna be a fire. mans burned i love being right ooooooh pretty introoooo me likey NOT UNHOLY BY SAM SMITH PLEASE I THOUGHT THIS WAS A SHOW FOR LIKE 12+ NAUR Ayo AYO IS THAT HER???? OMG I LOVE THAT HER NOT THE BIKING ACCIDENT LMAOOOOO i love lucas already PLEASE NOT MORE UNHOLY I AM GIGGLING oooh its the same school as the guy who died harold isaiah is the jock lucas is the nerd/idiot margot is the girl thats not like the others NOT HER READING AT THE EVENT PLS HARRY STYLES WONT PICK U BESTIE PLS THE POOR GUY LEAVE HIM ALONE D: isabella seems like the girl who is actually chill and just wants to do her thing AYO SAM BE CUTE im in love with james i need james in my life james is me oh so jocks gf is an insta popular girl "im literally super nice" "so why am i being trolled?" maybe bc u called it being trolled jock who doesn't get good grades? i hope they get less...two dimensional like give the jock an actual problem maybe he has adhd or a learning disability so he focused on physical activity now who tf is glasses nathan bratt BEN HOLY SHIT U ARE FATHER PARENT ok so nathan is the lil nerdy weird adult the parents were grieving their kid wtf dude??? nathan has killer vibes hes gon die or at least get hurt HE GOT HURT LMAOOOOO yeah nah he deserved that ben tho? king. love him NOT THE BLOOD KEY LMAOOOOOO OH IS BEN JOCKS DAD? oh baby :( now he is too scared to tell them he won't be playing in the game bc there is no way he will be able to get that A THEYRE TALKING IN THAT IDIGAH LANGUAGE margot is not for me but she seems like a good friend to him ayo you know but hamilton seems like helpful dont help him cheat just help him study yeah nah thats so dumb yall deseve to fail trust me i can say it bc i used to cheat in this one class HOW OBVIOUS CAN U BE JESUS CHRIST okay so margot likes isaiah but he is dating allison so far im not as invested as i could be tbh not the murder hourse being the new place jesus this is so stupid all of you deserve to die all of you so fucking dumb like i get the rush of it. i've been in an abandoned psych clinic before a few years before it burnt down but this? idk besties, you should know this is dumb thor he is obviously thor he has a blonde wig and a hammer actual stupid people dont go to the basement please YES IT IS HAUNTED YES IT MAKES FOR A GOOD PARTY UNTIL EVERYONE DIES BESTIES so far i hate the main characters dont go down there dont go to the basement dont walk TO THE DOOR THAT MAGICALLY OPENED TO THE BASEMENT WHERE A DUDE DIED "i bet the fuse box is down there" - okay video game main character oh okay so allison knows she likes him and is insanely jealous girl why are you such a bitch to her?? she just didn't know to be late to parties wtf fuck them yes walk down the creepy stairs i hope u get hurt for being such an asshole cause wtf stop exploring and just find the fuse box ur not a video game there r no secrets to find good attempt at the jumpscare. unfortunately not random enough oh no the ghost door to the ghost basement closed how unexpected i'm so surprised wow this was so surprising omg hes fine he will walk up and scare you guys SEE i knew it SHAKE IT LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE
okay we finished the first half of the ep 2nd half reaction coming soon
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seyaryminamoto · 1 year
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hey hopefully these aren’t too many questions but im asking mostly because I forgot if you had said so, how is our favourite couple currently where you’re writing & how far ahead are you compared to where the readers are at? and finally how many parts will Gladiator be? I’m sure you have said it already but Im sure I have forgotten!!
Well, they're a fair amount of questions, haha, but that's fine :D
I'm still around 50 chapters ahead, but I've had to invest most of my time into art exclusively over the past weeks, it's why I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do. I was at a 60~ish chapter advantage, I'm not doing double updates atm so that the gap won't get too big to be manageable anymore. I'm pretty sure we all want to keep the update rate steady and constant all across Part 3... so the more chapters I write in advance, the better.
And Part 3 is the final part of the story, worth mentioning. The way I structure Gladiator, each part has its own particular identity as the status quo shifts in some way (Part 1: will-they-won't-they, Part 2: when will they get caught?, Part 3: all hell breaks loose), and each of them have certain storytelling climaxes that basically mark the conclusion of each part, so to speak. For Part 1, the climax was also very literal as it's when Azula and Sokka finally go all the way :'D for Part 2, the climax is the Combustion Man fight, and for Part 3... can't tell you that but I'm expecting you can guess at it pretty easily, haha. After each of these climaxes, we've had some more story to cover before switching to the next bit... Part 3 will feature the longest post-climax chunk of story since we have a lot of loose ends to tie and I would hate myself if I finished everything too quickly. Hopefully all that I just said makes sense? :'D
Also, not sure if you wanted to know this exactly but as things stand, I've posted 7 out of 33 arcs for Part 3... and I'm due to start writing arc 20 :'D Part 3 has a LOT of arcs but they're generally shorter than they were before, I feel? Definitely shorter than in Part 1, where they were the longest in the story altogether, I believe.
As for your other, spoilery question...
Currently, Sokka and Azula are in complicated territory. Which I'm sure comes as no surprise considering what's been happening in the story as of late...
Azula's position is extremely precarious even in what stability she has found, and she has far too many complicated motivations pulling at her from all sides, too many people to protect, all of which comes into conflict with the position she's stuck in for the time being. Sokka continues his full dedication to waging war, but while he's doing well at it, the enemy's upping the challenge in what's coming, and as much as he's trying not to be rash and to make his decisions carefully, he has nooo idea how uphill things are going to get for his push in the near future.
It's worth noting that Sokka and Azula have been able to communicate through their spiritual bond a few more times, as well as having multiple chances of noticing something's wrong (or occasionally, right) with the other, even at a distance. Their communication hasn't always been effective in informing them about what the other is doing... but they're learning about each other's movements through other sources now, too. As expected from our chaotic and beloved pair... neither one is to happy about the other's position atm. Which makes it really interesting to me that in all their frustrations about what's going on, the faith they have in each other really doesn't waver.
I don't think I should say much more than that, but I will say I'm looming closer and closer to their fateful reunion, it will still take some time but not a lot, all in all. I only have two big battles left to write before we get to what we're all waiting for... so I really, REALLY want to finish all the art so I can get to that ASAP XD
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thesugarhole · 7 months
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quick venting post just as i finally began internalizing 'oh well play the cards im dealt' and try to find some comfort in the life i currently have and making future plans to go for an easier get-by once i have a safety net (savings) its like. im suddenly and steadily bombarded by messages like 'make sure you do what you want now dont let life take you on the predicted path its a risk you gotta take' like fucking hello??? theyre not mutually exclusive to a degree but its also... idk to explain its like if you dont have it planned from 10 years old then you might have some good experiences but its never the life youll want. and its direct conflit with 'never too late to start doing something'
yesterday night for example i opened the 'news' (its more articles full of advertising and soccer than actual news) tab on my phone and there was one like 'tips from CEO who retired at 44!' and it w
boiled down to, quote 'having life planned to the microscopic detail by the time she was 20' (im 27 this year, fucking come on) studied hard, worked hard for the first youthful years, made it to portugal microsoft ceo(?) and amassed enough to retire early.
it was mentioned she lost her parents early (at 50yos, but how old was she then?) that helped push her to plan it like this but like. well first of all i guess im still too bright eyed because i dont believe this ceo thing possible without loosing morals/ideals along the way (ive yet to met a ceo thats not incredibly out of touch and wants to fuck over everyone and everything for their own gain), but i find it harder to believe there was no silver spoon, especially for those first years. granted if shes 44 now she probably had an easier economy then, but hm. millions work hard from the moment theyre born, how come they don't retire at 44?
the investments. there it was. 'oh i invested in real estate and other small things' thats not hard work, thats gambling. and thats the exact moral loss i expected, the way real estate in portugal is now. and god this pisses me off so much what the FUCK does 'invest in real estate' EVEN MEAN?? you want me to buy stocks off some company?? you want me to buy a house and become a landlord?? i dont even have a place for myself, much less for the tourists and digital nomads. and for every one person saying they got rich off investing, oh you gotta invest smart etc theres 10 currently trying and bleeding money and about 30 that already gave up on it. like it genuinely feels like any other get rich quick scheme where its disheartening that it worked for a couple people and those couple people already had money to begin with
idk if any if this is gonna make sense im writing from heart and whatever the text leads but you understand this right. like my current goal is to just find something later on that will pay decent, not make me slowly but steadily give up on it and have personal time for hobbies. and then i get this shit thrown at me. in 4 months ive been broken down enough that the ridiculous honey pot that is 'invest! stocks! etc!' is starting to appeal to me. like i am not going to be different from the other failure cases im not one lottery away from being set for life. and at the very least im not putting money in the machine selling 40m2 studio apartments for 1 million euros to foreigners while throwing people in the streets if they had houses, jail if they were illegally occupying abandoned houses with no roof. fuck sakes
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drag-queen-jesus · 2 years
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NEO: TWEWY
yeah I know, im late to the party.  Fake fan, whatever
BUT
I finally started playing NEO and oh my god
(for reference as of this post im on week 2 day 4,  so ya know, all of THAT has happened already
I wish I had thought to like, liveblog it or something, because I am SO invested right now.  I don't think I will, necessarily, I just wanted to put my predictions and thoughts out there so I can see how they stack up once I reach end game.
spoilers, obviously (also unedited)
okay so first, ARE we actually dead???  like I made a joke about it to my friend like “they are such Gen Z, like oh were dead?  Cool AND THEN DIDN’T QUESTION ANYTHING ABOUT THAT” but then it kept going and we still haven't talked about it?  Until we finally met Beat (my boy, I’ll get to you)  and he firmly says he's alive.  That opens a whole host of questions for me
Is he really?
Are we?
is anyone else, if we are?
I’m pretty sure there's some legit dead players, but now that im thinking about it I can't remember now if they actually said they died, or if they've just been playing the game long term (Motoi, and one of the Variabeauties come to mind)
and then what does that mean if they’re taking living players???  is that even allowed???  
which brings me to my second point: WHER IS JOSH???  like im not expecting him to be a main character, but he is/was basically GOD, so is this him???  I don't think it is because we thought he learned a lesson since last time, and living players was never a thing when he was in charge.  So did he get taken out of commission?  is he the mysterious “you” that the hat character is talking about.  (I have a theory, ill get to it)
and Neku.  My son, my boy, my little spicy tuna roll.  How does this man come back into play now of all times.  first of all, what did he do to get back on the reapers radar after three years.  these ‘new’ games have been running for at least a year (we know Motoi has been playing for a year at least) and its been three years since the Big Game that took every one out, so how long have they been looking for him, how long has he been in hiding, and why can't they find him?  they wanted us players to track him down and fight him, which implies that he's still currently connected to the UG in a way that lets us interact with him, but if that's the case, shouldn't they be able to like, trace him or something (that might be a fanfic thing I've made canon in my head, about people having traceable auras or whatever).  because it sounded like Beat’s been looking for him too, and up until recently Beat was in the UG, so where's Neku?
and then Beat, poor guy.  Why is he looking for Neku anyway?  I mean, I guess if my friend is missing, id look too, but how long has Beat been looking for him?  How long has be been missing?  Why did he get dragged back into this mess too???  I’m digging the new fit tho, don't get me wrong, I liked Beat well enough before, but he looks a lot more Sk8ter Boi and less ‘basketball player’ now.  I do hope Rhyme and Shiki are doing okay without their guys tho, I wonder if we’ll hear anything about them at all?
Also what the fuck is Hype-Chan’s deal?  (I KNOW she has a name now, but she's been Hype-chan since 2012, she will be Hype-chan until I die). Like, something is going on with her and I can't wait to find out what.
Another question: I think its pretty obvious that the ruin bringers are getting special treatment.  the question is, why?  Whats the goal of keeping everybody in the UG like this indefinitely?  because that's what it looks like to me.  The whole point of the reapers game, as Kariya put it, is to find the best and brightest Shibuya has to offer, to give the people who can make Shibuya a better place a second chance at life.  Obviously the rules have changed since the last time we played, but what's the point of keeping everyone in Limbo like this?  Obviously Shiba’s having a good time (also, who made him the new conductor???  it couldn't have been Josh, no way) but what's even the point of having a game if you won't let anyone come back to life???
And where did all of these reapers even come from?  Uzuki told us that there are reapers all over the place, but did they wander here themselves, where they appointed by the higher ups?  Who's the producer now, since CAT is apparently on hiatus (I guess Sanae got in trouble after all?)
and then there's that whole vision Rindo had and keeps having about Shibuya like, blowing up or whatever.  Thats a whole thing I don't even have thoughts about yet.
theres a bigger story here im not seeing yet (at least I hope so, ill be disappointed if im wrong). 
Heres what I think.  My predictions, if you will.
I think that something happened to Joshua after the Big Game.  We know that Sanae got in trouble, so it would stand to reason that Josh did too.  I think he disappeared himself (like with Another Day) and left Shibuya a vacuum, with very few strays left to pick up the pieces (Uzuki, Kariya, and that one wall reaper who said he knew Neku from before are the ones I can think of).  I think that, seeing this open playing field, reapers from other districts were either moved in, or they took it themselves (they seem like the sort.  All the new reapers are kinda sleazy and I don't trust them). I think that Neku, for whatever reason, figured this out, or was told, or kept some kind of connection with the UG or with Josh (hello fanfic brain, I see you) - I honestly wouldn't put it past Kariya to know more than he’s telling us so far, and to have something to do with it.  I think Neku dug himself back into the UG somehow to look for Joshua, so that Joshua can fix things again - they said they wanted to make Neku a reaper, but I don't know how they pan on doing that because it never seemed like something you could force on someone, and also Beat was able to quit being one, so how were they planning on making him stay?  I think that the reapers are gonna try and pull something similar to what Kitaniji did with his red pins, but this time I think the goal is to... merge the RG and the UG - it would make sense what with the living player angle, I just don't know what the end goal is.
I ALSo think that Shokie is gonna be a party member at some point, just based on the box art.  Do I want her too?  not really, but I think she will be.
I didn't even get into WHATEVER Minamimoto has going on, I couldn't make heads or tails of it, other than I think he’s also looking for Joshua (I don't personally think he has any reason to look for Neku specifically, outside of to get to Josh). We’ll see, I don't think we’ve seen the last of Pi Face
I have a Lot more thoughts, but im kind of just rambling at this point.
We’ll see how it shapes up, and where I was wrong
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littlecarmine · 10 months
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hi h! how have you been?? I remember you mentioning graduation, I was gonna say recently, but actually I think it's been a minute ☠ how's that been?
I see the succession posting and while most of the time I don't know what's going on, I'm also getting kinda invested?? lmao
I've been considering watching it tbh, and now that 911 is on hiatus, maybe I'll do it?!
hope you're having a good day <3
sam hi! im so happy to see u in my inbox <3. i graduated last weekend ty for remembering!! its actually been SO STRANGE sdjkfsk. im going to grad school so im not leaving-leaving but my uni is already trying to throw me out of diff software and library access 💀. ive been busier too and miss being on here more regularly 😔
how are u bestie?? i hope things have been great lately. do u have any plans for summer or looking forward to having a break?
as for succession its so so good!! 100% rec but i have to warn u its painful. its really funny at times but i never finish an ep feeling happy 😭. if u do decide to watch it the first season is considered the weakest and it takes a few eps to get into it. by 1x05/6 it starts to get amazing tho. its one of those shows where u have to give it a while
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hanasnx · 2 months
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no yeah i need more of the indy x beef love story!! add a cut if you have to (jokey joke i'm not trying to nag) i've got a cup of ice water and a bowl of popcorn beside me (also a joke. the popcorn, not the ice water. it is toasty rn) i'm invested, i'm seated, i'm tuned in!! much love xoxo
part one sorry this took so long
i had this sense of belonging with him. i was already comfortable with him even though we'd only had a handful of conversations. this was a big step for me seeing as how i'd only ever been with people that gave me that thrill in my stomach especially if i was doing something wrong. in this case, that thrill was completely gone, replaced with a sense of safety i'd never felt before besides a friendship that was very dear to me. so i thought i needed to be his friend. i wanted to hang out with him.
i think i decided this when i went out walking late at night because its my favorite thing to do and it started pouring rain so i went to the little mailbox garage to keep my phone/earbuds dry otherwise i wouldnt have minded the rain. but i was sitting there and i found myself wanting to run into him. i was wishing he'd, for some reason, come check his mail so that we could talk more.
now that its decided that i knew i wanted to be closer to him, i did not have a game plan. instead, i applied the logic i usually would apply to this situation: if it's meant to be it'll come back. because i was too scared to make a move when he came in for coffee in the morning. we said our usual hellos etc but i did not give him my number. i was disappointed, even though it was my own fault, because its rare that i see him twice in one day. so the "if it's meant to be it'll come back" was kind a way out for me, 1) i wouldnt have to do the thing i was dreading, creating a sense of relief 2) but that would mean i dont get to do the thing i wanted to do, creating a sense of disappointment.
i was working all day and my boss left early, which means that when i went home for lunch, i put on non-corporate dress code socks because my feet were cold. ones that her micro-managing ass would've noticed and told me to take off. but i was behind the desk, it was nearing the end of the day, no one would notice my crazy socks. my coworker that knew i liked this guy was sitting next to me, and my head maintenance guy who didnt know and could not know. we were all talking when beef came in.
like i said before, it was rare to see him twice in one day, so my stomach did a flip. it meant i had to give him my number, i made that commitment. i wrote it down on a sticky note, waiting for my chance. but my maintenance guy wouldnt leave, and beef was making his coffee. i was running out of time. i didnt know how to find a situation to give it to him in which my maintenance guy wouldnt see it because i knew his ass would report me or hold it over my head. and beef left before i could figure it out.
crestfallen, i hadnt fulfilled my commitment. i was really upset with myself, it was perfect. he came back just like he was supposed to, just like the mantra. if it's meant to be it will come back.
i was beating myself up for it tbh. "you always do this shit, indy, you always do this shit." which is so rare considering how kind i am to myself, which goes to show just how upset i was at myself for not manning up about it.
some time passed and it was probably the last thirty minutes of the day, so i was gonna go put the golf cart back. i was walking out when something told me to go back to my desk, so i went back, and i grabbed the sticky note with my number on it. to this day i have no idea why i did that. something came over me that i went back to my desk and grabbed the sticky note with my number on it to shove into my pocket to take with me. maybe it was because i didnt want other people to see it on my desk, but i couldve just thrown it away.
i drive around and i go the longways because i usually did that. its about evening time, the sky is orange, im still upset over earlier.
and i see in the distance a familiar silhouette. one i've seen a thousand times. it was beef roller blading alongside his running dog. i cant believe my eyes it was like magic. i was genuinely, to my core, shocked. a third time. a third time in one day.
he goes to the sidewalk to let me pass, but i turn in to a parking spot like a mad man. i am determined to get this over with. a third time in the same day, ive never seen him three times in one day, this had to be it. i have to give him the number and miraculously i brought the fucking note with me. i march up, i say "hi (name), hi (dogs name)" quick asf. "dont look at my socks" i tell him because im still wearing the crazy socks that dont go with my shoes or outfit and the first thing he fucking does is look down at my socks. he laughs at them. i hand him the note "call me if you wanna hangout sometime." i say and get back in the cart to take it to the garage.
an hour later he texts. "hi :) this is (name)" and we text for hours. paragraphs about our pasts and shows we like and what we do for fun, everything. at one point he texts that he feels like he needs to say that hes "not ready for a relationship, and hes happy being friends" and i said "thats fine because thats why i gave you my number. to hang out" which is true. i asked him if he wanted to go around the community yard sale on thursday with me, and he said yes.
around 11 o clock that day, we meet up, and i remember he looked me up and down. he gave me that scan. it was subtle but i was like oh?
we walked around together and i got a bunch of stuff for my roommates cats and a lemon soap dispenser for my roommate who loves lemons etc. beef hasnt gotten anything, but he helps me carry my stuff :) he had insisted on it. at one point we come across a collection of framed paintings, and he looks particularly taken with a small portrait of a snowy landscape with a man in furs. he sets it back down. i check the price, its $5 so i buy it for him. he looks touched.
we text a little for the next week, but he says hes really busy with work and has to focus on that so i give him that space. at one point i subtly try to hang out with him late at night using the excuse of putting our crystals out for the full moon, and he says that he'd love to but can't, and i had to backtrack and act like i wasnt trying to hang out 💀
towards the end of that week, i had started texted with an ex-best-friend of mine we'll call her EBF. ebf invited me to a kava bar, then asked if her boyfriend could come, i said no that makes me uncomfortable bcos i dont know her boyfriend, she says "oh then i cant go", im like wow i wonderrr why we stopped being friends u pos but whateverrr so i said "if you get to bring someone, i get to bring someone" and invited beef. i said "hey i know its short notice but im going out tonight at a kava bar you should come" he says "great! give me the address ill be there" so i do. while im getting ready, EBF texts to cancel last minute. fucking dick n balls, right? so i had to text beef to be like "hey man so sorry but my friend cancelled. do you still wanna go just us?" and he says yea :)
he picks me up and at one point i pay a compliment to myself, i say i've got nice curves. he looks at me while hes got a spare moment driving and gives me a little once over again... and says "yeah, you do have nice curves" i couldve died
we talk about anything and everything on the way here, at the kava bar, and then when we take a walk. we walk up and down that strip for like an hour and a half. we drive back to the community and we take another walk. when i look at my phone after all this walking and talking it realize its 2am and we started hanging out at 7pm. so i have to run back home bcos ive gotta get ready for work in 6 hours.
the next day my roommates rly wanna meet him, so invite him over to hang with them. after that, i walk him home, and spent a bit of time with him there. i tell him im cold, and he says "heres my favorite hoodie". i go home and spend a few hours apart at my place. we keep texting, and he says "let me know if you wanna play some games tonight" as in like online, but i was like "im literally packing up my ps3 to bring over rn" bcos he had mentioned he wanted to play black ops 2 and i was feeling spontaneous. around midnight im back at his place and we play games until way later, and im feeling too tired to keep playing so we put on a movie and we "cuddle" which was kind of spooning but he kept his crotch away from my ass. (he tells me later that the reason he did that was because he got a boner laying down with me)
we fall asleep watching rio, our first sleepover. he had set an alarm for me so that i wouldnt miss work and i didnt even ask.
the next day he asked me to come over again. he cooks me dinner. we have another sleepover. i got to work, and then i go right back to his place. that night we're sitting and facing one another in the dark, that invisible string is pulling us together. he's murmuring, "i don't wanna be friends. i wanna be your boyfriend." and we kiss. its soft and slow, and it marks may 7th our anniversary.
since our first sleepover, i did not sleep again at my own place, which means that before we were officially dating, we were technically living together first.
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salt-volk · 2 years
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people invest in dappervolk because investing in dappervolk is only of the only ways to genuinely improve it, and as hard as it is for some of yall to beleive probably, some people actually see the potential in it and want to see it succeed. to improve, they need to hire more staff, especially more people who can code site features and shit.  more money = better budget for staff and other improvements.
we're in the middle of a pandemic recession and all of this shit. i dont think the staff are as rolling in cash balling living large wasting all the sweet sweet dv money as much as some of yall think they are. boycotting dappervolk literally wouldnt do shit, itd just make the site shut down.
i find it impossible to beleive that anji is raking in mad cash, holding off on all these amazing updates JUST to spite everyone. some yall act like its so so so super easy and simple to make the site better and she already 100% has the means and capability and all the resources to have these features coded and all this stuff done that she could easily implement at any moment, but for some reason refuses to and acts against her best interest.. why???? just out of sheer hatred for the userbase?? like as if she's just here to siphon money waiting for it to fail and laughing at all of us manically as we plea for improvements that she could easily add instantly but just wont because shes sadistic or?? 
put yourself in her perspective for a moment and think why that would even make sense. i know its easy to have a shallow view of peopel from afar that are just on the internet and you dont know them but seriously like seriously just sit down and really try to consider the daily life of this person of managing a site on your own and having it be your baby project and all of this and why you would deliberately make it suck for no fucking reaosn just to be a spiteful bitch or something. why you would hold off on improvements you could easily make. also if it was a scam all about the money youd want to improve the site because the more users you have the more people you can scam. their user retention rate sucks ass right now and thats not helpful even from a purely business standpoint.
improvements aren't not happening JUST because anjis a stubborn ass who only cares about money $$ and is sabotaging part of her own lifes work for no fucking reason, improvements are probably not happening because they dont have the means to practically do them at the moment, there are difficulties like lack of staff or experience behind the scenes, or they are actually planning to but improvements just take a while. and none of that is going to be remedied by having even less money
plus they have actually made decent improvements the past while i think we can get so focused on the negative including me i love to be a hateful bitter bitch lmao but even i have to give them some credit like theyre obviously trying even if its late even if its imperfect, theyre trying to make it work and doing okay actually in some regards
like i get it i totalyl fucking get it, parts of dappervolk genuiney suck butt ass and i understand frustration with how long and slow corrections have been and how the focus is off and it feels like theyre not listening all of that shit, but i get tired of this kind of disingenuous interpretation i see so much where people start making assumptions and shit that dont even make any sense. and for the recorda ive never spent money on the site im not rich im not a custom roller, maybe ive just worked on too many shitty creative ventures with inexperienced young artists and epic fail staff and all of that so im empathizing too much from personal experience lmao, but its just you can absolutely get trapped in that shit trying to save a sinking ship and i think assuming the worst intentions behind the scenes is inaccurate. especially the frequent money leechy allegations 
havent yall at least worked on a smaller scale shitfail project in college like that? even if you dont know the cost of servers and hiring professionals and what its like working with directionless management on stuff with deadlines or the general public and all, yall can probably empathize in some way.
anyway i'm drunk rambling lmaooo but i just so serisously feel like boycotting is so meaningless like this isnt disney or some big corporation, its not like they have all the resources and means to improve stuff but just dont, theyre not a million dollar venture cutting corners to profit, boycotting wont suddenly make them reallocate the resources theyve been skimping on. this is like basically a single person with barely any staff probably trying to maintain a project that keeps getting away from them and scope creep and blah blah blah and probably also has their own personal life shit going on and boycotting the site will do nothing but just make the site fail completely.
lthe root problem is not them having the means and ability to improve but simpley choosing not to because they hate listening to user feedback, the root problem is them not having the means in the first place. you take away the money, it doesnt suddenly bestow them with better means for improvement, if anyting it gives them less. like boycotting sounds good as a surface measure and an  initial reaciton and can work for the big walmart bastards with the money and power to enact change fuck all of them by the way, but dv is so small i sincerely dont think itd affect anything but just kill dappervolk completely. weird idea in practice, wont have intended effect.
tldr i dont think anji is just a money scamming stubborn asshole those insinuations always scratch at me, also i dont think dappervolk has as much resources as some of yall think. boycott wont fix the problem will just make it worse. good night everybody also fuck 3s forest i still hate dailies lol 
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