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knchins · 1 year

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The Final Goodbye - Itoshi R.

Summary: Sometimes relationships end even when you’re not ready. Rin runs into his ex at a party and his feelings come crashing back in waves. Goodbye doesn’t have to mean forever, right?

Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Pro athlete Rin, heavy angst, post break-up, hurt with no real comfort, heartbreak, jealousy, cheating (sort of?), alcohol (mentioned), reader has anxiety, jealousy, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, crying, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, cream pie, bittersweet ending

It hadn’t ended well. The fairytale ending you had dreamed of with him for years had slowly crumbled with the rough passage of time. One fight after another, often over petty things like where shoes were left after coming home or how laundry wasn’t folded in a timely manner, had broken down the once strong relationship one carefully loaded insult at a time.

It all came to a head two months ago. Things that couldn’t possibly be taken back were said and the two of you were no more. Itoshi Rin had stormed out that night and had only come back a week later to find all his things in boxes on the front stoop.

While he had known that there wasn’t going to be some amicable make-up, it had still stung to see how methodically you had arranged his things in boxes. All were labeled in your unmistakable handwriting and he alone was tasked with carrying them back to his vehicle while you were a few feet inside watching through the small peephole in the front door.

Now he was settled into his new apartment, miles away from the townhouse he used to call home. His stuff had long been unpacked, the boxes so carefully assembled by you had been recycled weeks ago. He still swore that the tiny wet spots on some of the cardboard were your tears, but there was no way of actually knowing.

Rin finished getting ready for the party he had been invited to that night. While parties weren’t really his thing, he found that getting out of the lonesome apartment was the only way to get his mind off of what could have been. His date for the night was a pretty little thing, though he knew it would just lead to another night of emotionless sex that didn’t really mean anything.

Nothing seemed to mean anything anymore.

A sigh left his lips as he grabbed his keys from the counter and made his way outside where a ride-share driver was waiting for him with his date already in the backseat. He flashed her a smirk though it was half-hearted. She wasn’t the one he wanted to be sharing this night with. She was just another notch in the already nicked-up bedpost. If she knew how little he cared about her, would she still go out with him?

Small talk filled the car, something Rin hated but knew was necessary if he wanted to fuck his feelings away later. His fame and status as a pro athlete for Japan made it easy for him to score dates like this. Empty, meaningless, one-night stands. He never saw the same person twice, not anymore, not after you.

They arrived at the venue within minutes, a modest size house just outside the city that was already buzzing with activity. A few party-goers were outside having a drink on the small porch to get away from the loud, booming music on the inside. That was when Itoshi Rin knew he had made a grave mistake by accepting the invitation. That was when he saw you.

You had brought your own date, a mutual acquaintance with the host. He supposed it wasn’t that farfetched that you’d be there. Your friend groups overlapped greatly after having dated for so long. Rin felt as if his heart was in his throat, thumping loud and heavy as lead as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from your beautiful face.

Had his date even noticed? Did she know who his ex was? The two of you had been all over the press back before the breakup. Who was lucky enough to date star striker Itoshi Rin? Little did they know that he was the lucky one. He didn't know if he'd ever feel that lucky again.

A thick numbness tugged over him as he led her into the house that was practically vibrating from the bass of the music inside. He pretended not to see you. Perhaps if he put on the charade that he was okay and had moved on, then somehow you would become jealous and seek him out.

Somehow he knew that it was a silly plan full of empty hope. There was no way you'd come back to him, not after some of the things that he had said in the heat of the moment.

You saw the familiar giant of a man walk past and for a moment you felt as if you couldn't breathe. It had been so hard to push him out of your thoughts, especially when his face was plastered on posters and adverts all around town and on the TV. There was no escaping him, you thought as dread crept up your spine like a fast-growing weed.

Your date was too loud, too obnoxious. too know-it-all. You had only agreed to go out with him because you desperately needed an excuse to get out of the house. It wasn't as if you were a famous athlete that could find a date without even looking.

Every date you had been on, the other person was afraid of having to live up to him. They compared themselves to him right off the bat. They weren't rich enough. They weren't talented enough. They weren't famous enough. While you didn't care about any of that, everyone else seemed to.

Being in that two-story townhouse by yourself was lonesome. You didn't know why he had let you keep it, especially after it was his paycheck that had paid for it. When he asked for his things to be set outside you knew it was over. There was no going back. Despite the hurt he had ground so deeply inside of you, you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

Rin was like a plague on your heart. A sickness that refused to be cured. A past love whose lurking shadow seemed to cast over you day and night. It had been two months, you should

have moved on. You should be happy and warm in the safety of someone else's arms. There seemed to be no end to this grief.

Your date babbled on, something about how there were a lot of big athletes at the party. You weren't really surprised, to be honest. They seemed to flock together even outside of practice and games. There were more than a few recognizable faces including Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru, attached at the hip as usual.

"I'm going to get another drink, did you want anything?" You asked, interrupting him mid-sentence. It wasn't as if you had actually been paying attention to anything he was saying. Your mouth and throat felt incredibly dry. You hoped that drinking more of the alcohol that had been provided would be enough to make you not want to leave.

"Sure thing, babe, get me another beer." You nearly flinched at the pet name. It was your first date, you barely spoke each other's first names. The familiarity of his tone made you want to scrunch up your nose with disgust.

You stood as he went back to talking to his gaggle of friends that had flocked around the two of you. It was suffocating, nauseating, and had you feeling almost claustrophobic. The people you did know were the ones everyone else was too afraid to talk to.

Talking to celebrity athletes came easy after dating Rin for so long. You knew most of them well enough to call them friends, though a lot of those relationships had suffered after the breakup.

You heard your name being called out on your way into the kitchen and saw Isagi quickly making his way to your side. On the other side of the room, Rin was watching like a hawk that had just spotted its next meal.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you around much lately!" Isagi had always been nice to you, sweet and respectful. You knew he and Rin didn't get along which often led to arguments between to two of you whenever he caught you enjoying conversation with the older athlete.

You forced a smile, a sadness locked away behind it that is visible to none besides the former lover whose scowl turned into a genuine frown. "I've been pretty busy with work," you lie. You hadn't been any busier than normal. You just hadn't found much reason to leave the house. Not when you were bound to have to see his face in some form or another.

Small talk drains you faster than you had imagined it would. Your eyes kept flickering towards the pair of teal eyes that seemed to be locked on you. Was he seriously jealous of you talking to his teammate? Was it really that big of a deal even after you were no longer together?

Frustration replaced sadness. Anger replaced frustration. Suddenly you found yourself clenching your fists and ready to start a fight with the man that you had sworn was the love of your life.

You weren't the only one wounded by distance and radio silence, but it sure as hell felt that way as Rin put an arm around his date's shoulders and pulled the giggling girl closer. You swallowed thickly as Isagi finally noticed that you had been staring over his shoulder at someone rather than something.

He turned and saw Rin whispering something obscene into his date's ear. Her face morphed into an embarrassed look before yet another high-pitched giggle came from her pouty lips.

"Are you okay? Did you want to go somewhere else to catch up?" Isagi probed, not wanting you to be uncomfortable as you went through a whirlwind of emotions. He could see them all plain as day on your face as you struggled to conceal them.

It felt as if Rin himself had cracked open your ribs and reached into your chest to squeeze the life from your soddened heart. Overwhelmed with the sudden onslaught of feelings you thought you had thoroughly buried within you, your eyes shifted to look at Isagi instead of your ex.

"I just need some air." You replied, your hand coming up to squeeze his bicep in an attempt at feigning normalcy. "Thank you, Isagi. I'll catch up with you in a few."

He nodded, knowing it was a lie. Isagi was perceptive. Maybe not as perceptive as Rin, but he could still pick up subtly when it was needed. He knew that giving you space was probably the best option, and while he was worried about you platonically he couldn't help but feel the target on his back from even speaking with you in the first place.

You quickly found the bathroom, having located it earlier in case you needed it. Thankfully it was vacant and you went inside, locking the door before closing the lid on the toilet so you could sit on top of it.

You turned the water on, hoping it would make it seem like you were actually doing something besides sulking. "This was a mistake," You murmured to yourself, clutching at your blouse. You felt like you were being strangled by the fabric, despite it not being anywhere near your neck.

Anxiety could be just as mean as ex-boyfriends, you thought to yourself solemnly.

After forcing yourself to take a few, well-timed deep breaths and fighting off the tears that threatened to spill, you turned off the water and stood up from the toilet.

You hesitantly unlocked the door before opening it, only to find the doorway obstructed by the lean, muscular frame of one Itoshi Rin. Completely caught off guard by the almost shy-looking man as he stepped forward.

Naturally, you took a step back away from him and froze in terror when he shut the door behind him. The four words you had hoped to never hear fall from his lips fell once more, "we need to talk."

It was too little too late, you both thought bitterly, totally unaware that the other was going through the same amount of heartache. It was easy to be selfish with one's pain. Easy to assume that no one else could possibly hurt as much as you.

"I don't have anything to say to you." You replied in an obstinate tone. Once again you started to feel choked and Rin quickly picked up on this as you tugged at the collar of your blouse for some semblance of relief.

Not meaning to make you feel cornered, Rin backed away to try and give you as much space as possible in the small half-bath. An apology hung on his lips as he tried to force out the words he had been wanting to say for weeks now.

"I-" You both started at the same time. Quickly closing your mouths you mimicked each other's expressions of shock and curiosity. "You first," You finally said, wanting to get what you thought would be the worst over with.

Rin stepped forward once more, finding himself captivated by how breathtakingly beautiful he found you to be. His large hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a renegade tear that had escaped your lower lashes.

Your breath hitched in your throat, threatening to evolve into a sob as you clenched your teeth tightly to hold it on. A tight feeling wrapped its way around your chest and again you recognized it as the cold embrace of nervousness.

"I miss you," He said with a tired exhale, face moving closer until you felt his lips against yours, pressing gently as he continued to hold your face. It felt so sweet, almost innocent, yet somehow it was filled to the brim with the hurt you'd both been hiding.

More salty tears cascaded as you kissed him back, hands finding what used to be their usual spot on his broad shoulders. His free hand caught your hip, pressing you against him as your lips remained intertwined.

What started as tenderhearted kisses became harder, rougher, and greedier. Teeth gnashed at lips and tongues explored mouths as you gave way to his dominance rather quickly. You found yourself backed against the bathroom wall and could feel the vibration of the music through it, sending small shivers down your spine as Rin's quick, biting kisses kept rhythm with the bass.

You wanted to tell him that you missed him too, only the words kept coming out scrambled with whimpers as his hands made their way up your blouse to grope at the familiar pair of breasts.

His mind clouded with lust, and for the first time in two months, Rin didn't feel pain. He hardly felt anything at all besides the carnal need to be inside of you. Maybe if he fucked you good enough you'd take him back. Maybe if he made you cum enough you'd forget the awful things he said. Maybe he could finally fix this instead of fearing that he'd be alone for the rest of his life.

You breathed out a moan as your top moved over your head. Rin made quick work of your bra as well, wanting to see you fully for what would likely be the last time. Sure he had old pictures you had sent but it wasn't the same as seeing and touching you in person.

His thumbs rubbed over your pert nipples, teasing them as he saw small bumps appear on your skin. Was it from the air conditioning that was on full blast or was it the touch of his rough hands? His mouth opened to ask but you quickly stopped him with a kiss.

He knew what it meant. He knew what you were trying to tell him. Don't speak, just act. Don't start a fight right now, just enjoy the moment. And it was then that he knew this would be the last time he'd ever be able to touch you like this. The last time you'd give way for him.

His heart boomed in his ears as his hands traveled farther south, pulling up your skirt to see the lacy underwear you had been wearing underneath. Underwear he knew you had worn for another man, and the thought that someone else would see you in them had him tensing up and wanting to scream. No one in the world would ever deserve you.

Including him.

Rin pulled the offensive piece of fabric down and you stepped out of them. Instead of leaving them on the floor, he stuffed them into his pocket, giving you a look that dared you to protest his actions.

You chewed on your lip, you had come to this party on a date and here you were about to fuck your ex. It wasn't like you had planned to sleep with the man you had actually brought to the party. That ship had long since sailed after the mindless chatter that made you want to rip your hair out rather than listen to him.

Perhaps you were too used to Rin's quiet nature. His actions always spoke louder than his words unless the two of you were arguing. That seemed to be the only time he really couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Rin got down on his knees, maneuvering your left leg to rest over his shoulder as he gave your slit a gentle lick. You put a hand on his head to steady yourself, ready to ride his face in the hope that you'd be feeling something other than the distress that had wound its way into your heart.

His mouth made its way to your clit, sucking and licking at the swelling bud as he slid two fingers into you easily. Your hips jerked as your back arched, and you shoved his head into your cunt even more. His eyes flicked up to look at the expression on your face, the silent moan that was coming from you as he fingered you at a rapid pace.

You tasted even better than he remembered and the way your thighs shook around his head made him feel even more possessive than he already did. It didn't take long before the swirling of his tongue and swift digits had you cumming onto his face, your pussy sucking in his fingers as he felt your walls flutter around them.

A whimper left you as the tears on your face finally began to dry. Too high on natural-born ecstasy to think about being miserable, you shuddered in the now warm sticky air of the bathroom. The smell of sex clinging to the two of you like a cloudy haze of pollution.

After standing, Rin wiped spit and arousal off his chin before cleaning off his fingers as if savoring his last meal on Earth. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before moving them down enough to pull his leaking cock out.

You reached down to stroke him, wanting to feel him pulsate in your hand before he entered you. There would be no other chances and you knew you had to make this count.

Though in the past he had always worn a condom, tonight he wanted to feel you raw. His sneaking suspicion that you wouldn't protest was correct. You wanted to feel him too.

He lifted your leg once more, holding the underside of your thigh in his hand as he let you guide his cock into your beckoning hole. He let out a hiss through clenched teeth as he thrust in to the hilt. Your hands made their way back to his shoulders as you squirmed from his size.

It was as if your pussy had been molded to him, shaped perfectly over time. He stayed pressed into you, admiring the tight wetness as he felt you squeezing him with impatience.

His lips met yours once more, a light and sweet kiss that had you wanting to sob. Finally, he dragged his dick out before pushing it back in with a rough snap of his hips. Tenderness left him as an icy expression swept over his features.

Rin began to fuck you fast and hard, his hand pressed over your mouth to keep your moans muffled as you bounced against the wall. His grunts couldn't be heard over the music, though at one point someone tried to open the door, Rin used his long leg to shut it abruptly in the person's face before they could really see anything.

He slipped out of you, taking a moment to lock the door before sitting down on the commode, whose lid was still down from earlier. The emptiness you felt without him inside had tears gathering along your lashes once more. Warmth seemed to come back to him then as he pulled you into his lap.

You straddled him, sinking down onto his length with a whimper as the tears darted down your cheeks. Rin kissed them away as he moved your hips for you, the pace much slower now.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you started to rock your hips on your own. You rasped out his name as he thrust up into you and for a second you were sure the creaking toilet was going to break.

Rin held you around your waist as he pounded upwards, using his powerful leg muscles to the fullest as gravity had him going into you even deeper than before. The new angle had you crying out louder than you probably should have been, the person outside surely knew what was going on by now.

He no longer bothered with keeping you quiet, wanting instead to revel in the beautiful sounds you were making. Another wall of pressure started to form in the base of your abdomen as he moved to rub at your aching clit with his thumb, knowing fully well how quickly it would bring you to the edge.

His name was one against ripped from you as the bittersweet roll of an orgasm tore through you. The tears were gone again, but only while your mind was hazy from the rush of endorphins. They were sure to start up again as soon as you had come down.

Rin's hands moved to grip your ass as he increased his pace, groaning curses as his balls tightened before releasing into your quaking pussy.

Cum spilled out around the bottom of his cock as you gave him a light kiss on the mouth. Clarity swept through you like a winter storm that had come from nowhere. A chill that startled you into reason. This had been a mistake. A mistake that both of you undeniably needed.

"I love you," Rin said in a voice so soft that it almost seemed out of character. Or it would have to anyone who didn't know him as you did.

"I love you too." You replied, just as softly. You hesitated and he knew why. But this is goodbye.

You got up, his cock sliding out of you effortlessly as you started to redress in silence as Rin cleaned himself off. He stood up and fixed his pants just as you were ready to leave.

Your eyes locked and the sad smile on your lips made him want to start crying himself. He wiped another lone tear off your cheek before you turned to fix your makeup in the mirror.

He opened the door and walked out, going back to the girl who had been waiting impatiently for him the entire time. She pretended to not know what he'd been up to. She'd sacrifice her dignity in order to say she went on a date with the Itoshi Rin.

Your date, on the other hand, seemed to have been totally oblivious to your absence. He had managed to corner Bachira and was talking up a storm, though the pro player seemed totally uninterested.

You almost dared one last look at him before going over to your date. Almost but didn't quite give in. While your heart still ached the heaviness seemed to have been lifted. All you both needed for closure was one final goodbye.

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joyflameball · 4 months

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*Please* tell me what don't starve is about I wasn't even aware it had characters

OH GOOD I GET TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU. YOU WILL REGRET THIS

let me be clear upfront: i don't know everything. i'm just neurodivergent as fuck please correct me on any misinformation. And any DST fans in the tag right now, hi prepare to see me infodump about Don't Starve lore and I am so sorry this is so long

So lemme start at the very beginning. The year? 1901. The man? William Carter. Moving from Liverpool (becuase of course there's a british man named william in an indie game who does crimes against nature) to New York City. He's doing magician shows and he just he sucks so bad at it. No one visits his magic shows. He's in literal debt. He gets no wins. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone etc etc

Anyway in 1904 Willy Boy tries to go to Cali gets in a train accident and dies. WHOOPS the end

Okay that's a lie. He did not in fact die unfortunately (/j). However, he did get in a train crash and was pinned under a train car, but was saved in part by a strongman named Wolfgang, who really desperately wants to be the strongest he can be (he'd recently had an embarrassing failure at the circus).

But, well... I say "in part." For there's more to how Wolfgang saved him.

See, somewhere around this time, William had found a book. The Codex Umbra. This book was filled with secrets about a land known as The Constant. And more than that, it allowed William to use magic. Not the cheap magic tricks he'd been doing up to this point, the ones that'd given him nothing. Real, actual, tangible magic. Summoning shadows creatures from this mystical realm, ones that would linger for a moment before vanishing.

This was power. True, actual power. And to a man as rejected as William had been by the world, a man as desperate for fame, attention, power... well, who wouldn't be bitter? Spiteful? Who wouldn't be tempted by the allure of unfathomable knowledge?

Of unknowable, uncontrollable power?

What'd happened during the train accident was William had briefly imbued Wolfgang with strength from dark magic, allowing him to throw the train car off of him. William had fled with the Codex Umbra shortly afterwards, and was presumed dead. However, he wrote a letter to his brother, Jack Carter, basically saying "Hey, I'm alive, I found this weird book, I'll cya soon."

(Side note, Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail Carter. We'll revisit them soon.)

William continued deciphering the Codex Umbra, learning more shadow magic. And in San Francisco, he reentered showbiz, reinventing himself into someone new. A new act, and a new name. The Amazing Maxwell.

This time, his shows were appreciated. Adored. His magic acts were magnetic, and horrifying, and beautiful. After all that failure, he had finally managed to get something for himself.

(additional note: maxwell really likes referring to people as "pal." this will be important remember this)

Around this time, he put out an ad to hire a lady assistant for his magician shows, wanting someone with "a curious demeanor and a keen interest in the mysteries of the universe."

And he got her.

Let us snap our attention now to two sisters in the dreadful state of Ohio- Winona and Charlie. Winona was, to at least my knowledge, a fairly tough little girl who was always a bit boyish (take with a grain of salt i'm a bit silly). She loved tinkering from a young age, and she loved her little sister intensely- maybe too intensely.

There's a thing in the game I'll go into more later that shows Charlie's perspective on everything, and from it we can glean that Charlie felt like Winona was, to use a metaphor Charlie uses herself, putting Charlie into an unbreakable suit of armor so heavy she was unable to move. Overprotective to a suffocating degree.

We're not completely certain on that, but it's quite likely and incredibly interesting.

And Charlie... we know painfully little about her. Most likely she fit the description Maxwell wanted. She'd go camping with her sister. She may have been annoying, as a lotta little siblings are. She had a flair for the dramatic. There's a line implying she used to playfight with Winona. And Charlie loved roses.

Charlie was scared of the dark.

So Charlie became Maxwell's assistant. And they were more than coworkers, they were also good friends. They'd hang out and laugh together. Charlie at least may have had a crush on Maxwell, as in her letter to him she writes a heart after her name, and she always calls him "Maxy." Maxwell cared a lot about Charlie- I don't personally see it as romantic on his end, due to my epic aroace swag and belief in the importance of deep platonic bonds, but he did care for her, deeply. They had a sweet friendship, both caring about each other intensely.

But of course, it couldn't last. It never could.

It's 1906 and Maxwell's doing fantastic mentally. Just kidding he's losing his fucking mind

Maxwell was losing control. The Codex Umbra was driving him insane, little by little. He was losing control over the book, over the powers of the Constant. It was growing too powerful, too angry. He was taking too much from it, and it wanted something back. He started pulling away from Charlie, growing snippier with her. And fucking understandably, she was concerned.

One night, after she hadn't seen him in days, she visited his apartment to get his costume for their last performance. He wasn't there at the time. So she investigated, desperate for an answer as to why her friend was drawing away from her.

She discovered a secret room in Maxwell's apartment- the room in the image above. With all those scrawls. And... we think she discovered something else.

I personally think she discovered Them.

I'll explain Them later.

She was terrified, and fled the apartment. Maxwell later discovered she'd been there, and was clearly fucked up over it. Evidently, he didn't want Charlie to discover all this.

She left him a letter, basically begging him to communicate with her. Saying they could take a break after their final show, her older sister had a cabin they could go to if they wanted to get away. Charlie wanted answers, and she wanted them to take a break.

They never got that, though.

April 17th. 1906. The Amazing Maxwell had his final show.

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Maxwell's final act was meant to be pulling shadows out of the Codex Umbra. It was meant to be simple. A last trick before they take a break. Neither of them expected it to go this horribly wrong. I don't see how either of them could have. Especially not her.

Maxwell reached into the book. Something reached back. They reached back.

They tried to grab him, tried to drag him into the Codex Umbra. He fought back though, for a moment, clearly weakened by it. Charlie tried to help him, to ask if he was okay, not understanding what was going on, desperate to help, to know how she could help.

She couldn't.

Shadowy hands erupted from the book, grabbing them, pulling them in, and Charlie and Maxwell were gone.

Let's snap our focus away for a while. We're remaining in the real world for now. Don't worry, we'll come back to them.

In due time.

Let me introduce to you a hugely important player to the plot, Robert Wagstaff. Now he's frustrating, because we (or at least I) know very little about Robert Wagstaff. He was studying the Constant, he founded Voxola and created these radios that Maxwell later communicates through (i'll explain later), he bears a suspicious resemblance to Wilson, he may have met Maxwell at some point, and he may have intentionally sent himself to the Constant to investigate it. He's currently a hologram and may be SOMEWHERE. God knows where.

Anyway forget about him because it's time for MY FAVORITE NONBINARY ROBOT WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA AND EVIL PLANS

Meet WX-78, an automaton with a fairly vague backstory who I love so so dearly. They're evil. They're canonically nonbinary (Maxwell even refers to them as "Mx" which makes me very joyful). They lack empathy. They love bees. They love the moon. And somewhere in like the very early 20th century they became a robot and chose NONBINARY VIOLENCE

What exactly happened to WX is left vague, but here's what I believe happened. WX and Wagstaff were working on a consciousness transference experiment, which turned out to be successful. WX transferred their consciousness into a robotic body. Yaaaaaaay :D

Well hold your horses there, not "yay" yet. Because it turns out transferring your whole mind into a robotic body has negative side effects. Namely, the way WX sees themself has become... fractured. Sometimes they see themself as who they were before, their human self, but sometimes they see themself as what they are now, their robotic form. A comment under the short described it as their entire body being basically a phantom limb.

WX started wanting to create more automatons, possibly roboticize humanity, but without the heart (it's called an empathy module in canon but i'm calling it a heart because it's designed with a heart on it, and it hits harder if i call it that). The heart, where WX's memories as a human reside, where hypothetically their emotions are. Take that out, there's no pain related to once being one, right?

Wagstaff was completely against this. Consciousness transference for a single scientist is one thing, but this? To roboticize everyone in the world and take out their heart, their memories, their humanity? Absolutely not. It'd be too dangerous. Leaving humanity as cold intellectual machines would destroy everything, removing a beautiful piece of humankind. He and WX had a fight over this, and Wagstaff ended up burning all of WX's research and sending them into the Constant.

Somehow after that, WX's heart module was disconnected, and the memories were gone. They became a spectacular evil little gremlin of a thing and I love them so much

This whole explanation comes from this excellent comment under the short:

I usually resent these sorts of "explanation comments," since they try to intellectualize horror, but this one doesn't it centers it all on the EMOTIONS and also is correct

And by the way, the short where this is revealed is SO UNBELIEVABLY DISTRESSING TO WATCH (POSITIVE). See, Winona repairs the wiring to WX's heart module, causing WX to suddenly remember everything, having flashbacks to what all happened, and it's horrifying. WX flashing between who they were as a human and who they are now, the snippets of whatever happened, the vagueness, the BANGER MUSIC, it's all so hard to watch, and yet so hard to look away.

And at the end of it, after remembering Wagstaff sending them into the Constant, WX lets out this agonized wail and RIPS OUT THEIR FUCKING HEART, before they just SHATTER IT IN THEIR HANDS. They fucking HATED remembering what happened, hated it so much that they RIPPED THEIR HEART OUT AND BROKE IT so they could STOP FEELING. Whatever exactly happened HURT and they didn't want to FEEL.

And evidently, IT DIDN'T WORK. Wagstaff appears as an NPC later in Don't Starve Together, and every single quote WX has related to him is full of this raw, painful, intense rage. It's genuinely heartbreaking.

WX fucking DESPISES Wagstaff for what he did to them. For sending them to the Constant. And like- they say a LOT they have no emotions. But very clearly, THAT IS A LIE. IT'S FUCKED UP. IT'S HORRIFYING.

It's the opposite of so many robot emotion narratives- a robot who wants to feel real emotions, who wants to be human. But with WX, that is the last thing they want. They're illustrated to have at least had distaste for organic life before their roboticization, they don't want to be human. And very obviously, they don't want to feel real emotions. They don't want emotions.

They hate being human so much, they hate the connection to human pain so much, they hate their memories of being human so fucking much, that they rip out their FUCKING HEART and SHATTER IT just so they can shut off the painful emotions of their repressed memories. They don't want to be human, they want to be a cold unfeeling machine, but they clearly can't be that even though they're trying because despite everything there's a part of them that's clearly human and just- JUST WATCH THIS SHORT IT'S SO HORRIFIC

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GOD I LOVE EVIL NONBINARY AUTISTIC ROBOTS WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA

Aside from that horrorshow of a backstory WX is very silly. They love bees and the moon. They hate humanity and all organic life. They say shit like "NOW THE OUTSIDE MATCHES THE INSIDE. EVIL" and "[name] IS CAUSING NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION. GOOD." I love them so much I can't believe I just slept on how funny they are when I was a young lad hyperfixated on DST

Okay let's go down the list of characters. Remember I mentioned Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail? Let's focus on them.

Wendy was more cautious than Abby was, preferring to live in the world of books and fantasies. Meanwhile Abigail was an adventurer, loving to spend her days climbing rocks and jumping around. Despite their differences, the twins were inseparable. The best of friends, with a love so strong it could transcend death.

And it did.

We're not quite sure how it happened. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that somehow, one day, Abigail died. And this death absolutely shattered Wendy. She became morbidly depressed, obsessed with death and tragedy. She refused to move on from her sister, believing if she did, her memory would fade. (There's specifically a few lines that really fuck me up /pos but it may be triggering so i won't bring em up.)

Wendy turned to the occult to try and get Abigail back. To try and at least talk to her. She tried everything to communicate with her again, and nothing was working. And she was just about to throw in the towel, to give up, to accept that maybe she would never see her beloved sister again, to fall into complete, total despair, when...

A ragtime tune started playing, and a voice on the radio began to talk to her.

Meanwhile let's snap our attention to WILLOWWWWW WILLOWWWWWWWW MY GIRL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE"S INSANE AND I LOVE HER

Willow had a rather difficult life. Her parents either died or left when she was incredibly young, and she was left in a cruel orphanage with caregivers who hated and mistreated her. And understandably, this took a toll on her mental state, and this attracted shadow creatures.

What exactly shadow creatures are is unknown- they're what Maxwell was pulling out of the book and using for his magic tricks, and they appear in game when your sanity is low, so my personal hypothesis is that shadow creatures are drawn to misery, insanity, or in Wanda's case, Women's Wrongs. also misuse of magic

Anyway, when Willow was a little girl, shadow creatures fucking wanted to kill her, drawn to her declining mental state. Willow took comfort in her teddy bear Bernie, the only thing that seemed to drive the shadows away. But one night, after being nearly killed by one of those things, her caregivers, upset at her being awake in the middle of the night, confiscated Bernie and locked Willow in a closet.

And while she was trapped in there, shadow creatures approached again, with the intent to kill her. Willow was backed into a corner, about to die, with no defenses...

Except for a lighter.

That night, Willow burnt down the entire orphanage, managing to save herself, and left with just her lighter and her Bernie.

This moment defined every fibre of her being. From that day on, Willow became completely obsessed with fire. Flames became calming for her, letting her breathe and relax. She's burnt her life down to begin again more than once, like a phoenix with more collateral damage. Fire protects her from the monsters in the dark, lets her stay sane. And- there's this one line from her that implies she's embraced a type of nihilism.

"Why worry about the past or future? It'll all go up in flames eventually."

That quote's actually really interesting to me you could use this for a character arc about her learning to embrace one place/one group as home and her accepting that unfortunately the survivors are her found family and she loves them and- GOD I love her so much she's a menace

Alright, who's next? Ah yes, Wigfrid. This one's really tragic.

Wigfrid was an actress whose debut role was as a noble badass Valkyrie warrior, slaying monstrous beings, being a true hero. And she embodied the role, capturing the public, being launched to stardom with just that.

But after that? Nothing she did seemed to capture anyone like the Valkyrie had. Every performance she had after that fell flat. She was completely rejected by the public.

(this could be a maxwell parallel oh my god)

And so, she retreated into that role- the role of the Valkyrie. She fled into fantasies of being her, taking comfort in them. It consumed her life, her very being. Whoever she was before was destroyed, completely lost. She would give anything to be the Valkyrie Wigfrid again.

And one night, a shadowy figure told her she could get to be that role. Forever. Her name in the newspapers again. Everything she'd ever wanted.

"What do you say, pal?"

...A few weeks later, she was in the newspapers as the latest in a string of disappearances.

Who next? Ah yes- Webber. THIS ONE FUCKS ME UP.

So when Webber was a little lad, his father, a scientist, received a gift from Wagstaff, something for his experiments. And whatever it was, Webber's dad was incredibly fascinated with experimenting on it.

But as a result, he sorta started... neglecting Webber. Webber wanted his dad's attention, wanted his dad to spend time with him and play with him, but his dad just... wouldn't. He was completely absorbed in his work.

Over time, Webber became furious that his dad was ignoring him. He started acting out, trying to get his father's attention in any way he could.

And one night, Webber broke into his dad's workshop, again trying to act out for his dad's attention. And when there, he tipped over the glass case holding whatever his father was experimenting on, shattering it on the ground.

But as it turned out, this thing was a spider- a massive one too, one from the Constant. And it was radiating with dark energy from its experiments, and it lunged at Webber to eat him.

But he survived.

Instead of being devoured by the spider, Webber was fused to it. Its consciousness may be in there somewhere (#system), but Webber's definitely is. But he's been turned into a humanoid spider thing.

This is the most fucked part to me. When his dad saw him, he didn't recognize him as his son. Why would he? As far as he knew, the spider had mutated. So his dad fucking chased his own son out into the night, under the assumption that he was a monster.

In the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, Webber (who btw is like ten) broke down sobbing, promised he'd be a good kid, and desperately wanted something to fix it, no matter the price.

That was when the shadowy figure started talking to him.

ANYWAY TIME FOR WOMEN'S WRONGS WITH WANDA

Wanda is an INCREDIBLY interesting character to me. Her whole conflict is basically- do you ever think about the fact that everyone is going to die one day? That no matter what we do, the passage of time will storm on, and eventually everyone you know and everyone you love will just die? That even if you don't get killed in an accident or by medical problems or through society's neglect, your body will eventually fail and crumble away? That time will eventually claim you, as it claims everyone, and you can do nothing to prevent it? That everyone and everything is already running out of time?

Sorry for giving you that existential crisis! Because Wanda's CONSTANTLY going through that. She's been running from her future for god knows how long, creating timepieces to make herself younger and prevent herself from dying of old age, and doing. Legitimate time travel!! Good for her!!

However, this doesn't come without a price. See, we've learned from Maxwell that toying with dark magic will get the Shadow Creatures hunting your gay ass down. And with how much Wanda fucks with time, she is CONSTANTLY being hunted by shadow creatures that want to kill her and take her away, to the point that her death animation has her body be pulled into the ground by shadow hands.

And one day, she was cornered. One of her timepieces was broken, the others recharging, she couldn't get away. And so she made a split second decision, trying to on the fly repair it, and what did this result in?

SHE BROKE THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM AND WAS SUCKED IN TO THE CONSTANT

(and the music in her short at that moment gives me chills don't starve together's music is so banging)

Wanda is a rare case of someone being sucked into the Constant not through someone/something tricking her or dragging her in, but through her own actions. From what we know, only one other person has done that. And he did it intentionally. But Wanda did it by complete mistake.

And her mistake resulted in her past starting to "catch up to her." Thanks to her time fuckery, she now ages twelve years every single day, and has to constantly fuck with time and deage herself in order to stay alive. She's spent years most likely terrified of the idea of aging and dying, and now she's been cursed with aging at a horrifically fast rate. It's incredibly interesting. God I love her so much she can do anything she could commit war crimes and I'd support her. Wanda Did Nothing Wrong

WANDA ALSO HAPPENS TO BE REALLY REALLY HOT LIKE UNBELIEVABLY GORGEOUS

HNHGNHBHGHBGHHHH PLEASE GOD JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE I WOULD TREAT HER RIGHT

Anyway who's next to talk about? Ah yes IT'S WORTOX TIME

Note, I'm gonna kinda start going through these faster because I'm close to the image limit and wanna tell you everything

Wortox is actually FROM the Constant. He's basically a little imp man who was best friends with. uhm. Krampus. And they'd go around playing silly pranks together! However eventually, Wortox started to realize that. Hm. Krampus's pranks are actually kinda mean. Like genuinely malicious at times. And Wortox really didn't wanna be mean, didn't wanna hurt anyone. He just wants to be silly and goofy. The prank's no fun if it actually hurts someone. So he tried to put his foot down and stop Krampus, but ended up whoopsiedaisy taking his soul and fully becoming an imp. And now he eats souls and is still silly but has just. Guilt. So much guilt.

Next up: WURT! Wurt, too, is from the Constant, and SHE'S JUST A LITTLE BABYYYYYY. SHE'S ADORABLE. I LOVE HER. She's a little Merm (fishy creature from the constant) and is pretty small and scrappy, and she hates pigs, and is vegetarian, and loves the swamp, and loves candy, and loves fairy tales, and wants to be a Merm princess. I love her she's adorable my beloved little guye

And now, WORMWOOD! Wormwood is basically a piece of rock fell down from the moon and gave a bundle of plants and vines life and he's the cutest little plant ever. He's ADORABLE. I LOVE him.

That's everyone FROM the Constant. Now let's speedrun through those who aren't from the Constant!

WICKERBOTTOM: To be completely honest she doesn't interest me that much lol. She's basically a librarian with a lotta knowledge, including knowledge of the CONSTANT, which she REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE. Anyway Willow burned down her library at the request of the Nightmare King and Wickerbottom got pulled into the Constant. By the Nightmare King

WOLFGANG: Brought him up earlier- we're not sure how exactly he got into the Constant, but he's just. He is a himbo. The quintessential himbo. He's a silly man. He loves his friends so much. He has the brawn, but no brains. No thoughts. Head empty. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. I love him.

WARLY: ohhh boy more tragedy. Cw for this point: dementia. yeah. Warly's mom had dementia, and she didn't recognize him most days. So he'd play her favorite music and cook her favorite foods in hopes that she'd recognize him. And she did, occasionally. But only occasionally. And he was so desperate for her to just know him, to remember him, to get that spark of recognition in her eyes... And around that time, he started to hear the voice on the radio.

WALTER: BABYYYY HE'S JUST A BABY HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY AND HE HAS A DOGGY AND A SLINGSHOT AND IS ALLERGIC TO BEES AND DOESN'T CARE ABOUT FASHION AND I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH

WOODIE: Woodie is an enigma. He's Canadian. He has a curse. He turns into a goose sometimes. He was forced to eat logs when he was 32. His beard might not be hair. He's canon objectum and is in a loving and healthy relationship with his axe Lucy. I love him.

here is him and lucy he goes with stanley and the bucket for number one objectum couples

If you're noticing a theme with the names: Congratulations! We've noticed it too. We have no fucking idea what it means either. Charlie's last name might start with W. Maxwell's name starts with M (upside down W) and his previous name was William. If you have a name that starts with W in the DST world you're completely fucked lmao

Anyway thatsss everyone! So I think we can move on and cover the plot! I mean, surely there's not someone I'm leaving out. Surely I have covered everyone. Surely I've talked about everyone. Surely we can move on and have full context. Surely this is not an overly long gag in order to make the inevitable person I'm leaving out's reveal hit harder.

Yyyyeah let's talk about Winona.

On April 17th, 1906, Winona's little sister Charlie vanished off the face of the planet, along with the man she was working with, the mysterious Maxwell. And Winona is three things: stubborn, determined, and willing to do anything for her family.

And so she searched for her. She refused to let Charlie's mysterious disappearance fade into obscurity, to let Charlie just vanish without a trace. She searched everywhere for her. She pulled on every thread. Tracked down every tiny clue. Questioned anyone who may have the smallest connection to the case.

For over ten years.

Finally, it started coming together. Everything was pointing to Voxola and its secretive, genius founder, Robert Wagstaff. If anyone would know anything about whatever had happened to her sister, it'd be him. So she started working there.

But not for long. Fairly soon after she did, an accident happened at the factory- a fire breaking out, and a malfunctioning portal. Wagstaff vanished that day, vanished into the Constant.

Winona refused to let him. She had searched for over a fuckin' decade for someone who could have a connection to Charlie's disappearance, and her biggest lead was right there, and she was not gonna let him just vanish like that. So armed with duct tape and her knowledge of engineering, she singlehandedly managed to repair the portal, turning it on, and-

...Whose face would appear but her beloved sister's?

Barely aged a day. Drenched in shadows. A rose in her curls.

She was disappearing into the portal, but Winona grabbed her hand, started trying to pull her back, trying to save her. She had been searching for over ten fucking years for her baby sister, and she wouldn't let her go now, refused to let her go.

But... Charlie was different. Horrifically different. And something took over her. Something with ink-black eyes and hair that moved like a shadowy flame. The monster of the night.

She pulled Winona into the Constant. The portal fell apart. Winona was presumed dead.

...

And now. I will answer a question you must've had for a while.

What the hell happened to Charlie and Maxwell?

In 1906, they were pulled into the Constant by the Codex Umbra. And Maxwell was placed on The Nightmare Throne, and given full power over the Constant. He became the Nightmare King, all-powerful ruler, chess master of the world.

Whether he wanted it or not.

Once he was sat on the Nightmare Throne, he was trapped. He couldn't get up, couldn't move from the throne, couldn't move to turn off the gramophone sitting so close to him.

He was simply sitting on the throne. Unable to be free. For eternity.

In his final speech in Adventure Mode, Maxwell says there was barely anything there when he arrived. "Just dust. And the void. And Them."

What exactly "Them" is is unknown. My personal theory, given a play telling the story from Charlie's perspective, is that "Them" is the power of the Constant. And Maxwell constantly using that power for himself angered Them. So They pulled him in, and imprisoned him on the throne. He took from Them. And in return, They now trap him.

From there, the throne- or maybe Them, or maybe the Constant itself- compelled Maxwell to pull more people into the Constant. Trap them, use them as playthings, force them to go through the wringer of everything the Constant had to offer, and eventually watch them break under its barrage of dangers and finally die.

That's what happened to everyone. How they got into the Constant. Maxwell's strategy was to communicate with someone in the real world, usually through a Voxola radio, and make a deal with them so they are dragged in. Usually they're at a low point in their life and desperate for a solution to their issues, and he gives them that.

(Interestingly, he does follow through with his promises. Just neglects to mention the whole getting-dragged-into-Constant part.)

And everyone he drags in serves their purpose, they all serve as fun playthings for a while, providing him some level of entertainment.

But he's not happy. How can he be? He's trapped in an eternal game that he cannot end. Bound by its rules that he can't bend or break. He's tried everything. Nothing has ever worked. He's trapped, for eternity. In his own words, "Even a King is bound to the board."

The Constant demands a ruler.

And he serves that role. He must drag more people into this world's trap, let it spiral in on itself forever and ever. He can't put the game to an end. He can't get off the Nightmare Throne. He can't even turn off the gramophone right next to him.

All Maxwell can do is sit on his throne, and observe whatever survivors remain, and listen to that little ragtime ditty. Forever, and ever, and ever.

And Charlie...

God. Charlie.

One heartbreaking thing about what happened to Charlie is that we still don't know exactly how it happened. With Maxwell, we can make a very strong guess- he was stuck on the Nightmare Throne, and became king of the Constant, and dragged people down with him from the real world.

But with Charlie... we know how her fate ended up. We know what she became after that. But we don't know how she went from the sweet young woman she was to... to that.

From how she tells it (in her biased view, but it's all we've got), after being dragged into the Constant, she was either grievously injured or straight-up died. But she was brought back by Them. Back to life, but not as herself.

There was something new inside her.

Now, the way canon has it, it's a split personality pop-culture-Jekyll-And-Hyde thing. However, that's fucking dumb and pretty ableist. So here, my explanation diverges from canon, because I feel it's better, and stronger writing-wise, and I am better than Klei. Here's how I personally see what happened to Charlie.

It was like a garden being taken over and destroyed by an invasive species. Like black ink seeping into a bright and colorful shirt, spreading outwards, hiding- no, destroying the colors underneath.

They gave Charlie immense power, but at a great cost. Something dark grew inside of Charlie, transforming her from the sweet young woman she'd been, into something... monstrous.

The way I see it, it wasn't a split personality thing. It was more like a virus, infecting every cell of the body and multiplying into infinity until there's nothing left. Slowly erasing who she was before, destroying her humanity and turning her into something else.

Something more.

More powerful than Charlie had ever been, than she could've ever dreamed.

In every dark shadow, Charlie is there. In every pitch-black cave, she watches you. When dusk falls, she begins to awaken. And when the moon has risen, when the stars are out, when you can barely see your own hands in the dark, she is there. Everpresent. Watching. Waiting for you to walk into her arms.

There are shadow monsters all around the Constant. But most of them can only hurt you when you've lost your mind. Charlie, though, Charlie is different. No matter how much of a grasp on yourself you have, no matter how much sanity you've held onto, she will still be able to kill you, if you're outside at night with no way to see her.

Charlie is the most powerful shadow monster of all. She is everywhere. She has been everywhere. She can be anywhere. After all, there is nowhere the dark will not eventually be. And where the dark is, she is.

Charlie is the night.

Charlie is the darkness.

Able to kill a human with a few swift blows. Unfathomably strong, unfathomably dangerous, unfathomably powerful. It's hard to believe her humanity has held on this long, considering her omnipresence. It's incredible that her mind hasn't collapsed yet.

Because her humanity has held on. The virus in her mind has consumed so much of her, yes. But she's held on. Her humanity is surviving.

However long that lasts.

You wanted to know what happened to Maxwell and Charlie.

This. This is what happened.

Maxwell was imprisoned on the Nightmare Throne. Charlie was turned into the Night Monster. Both gained unfathomable power.

And both are trapped by it.

AND NOW. AFTER ALL OF THAT. WE FINALLY GET TO THE ACTUAL PLOT OF THE FUCKING GAME.

The year? Somewhere in the 1920s. The man? Wilson Percival Higgsbury. Lover of puns. Hater of spiders. Has a skeleton under his floorboards for some reason (skeleton might be wx-78's old body). Guy with the weirdest hair ever. Wannabe scientist who's terrible at science. The very first shot we see him in he blows himself up

He's a complete dumbass and he has stupid hair and he makes dumb puns and he's pathetic and he's in his thirties and he knows how to do amputations (according to him). What more could one want in a man. He's insanely confident in himself and has this attitude where he can do anything, when really he's kinda in over his head. He's a bit of a fool and he's got a good heart and a cheerful spirit. Not to mention he's wearing a vest, which in the rule of fiction means he's trans according to me and me alone.

So he's sad about his experiments always going wrong and he also sits down on a chair that looks like a throne hope that's not foreshadowing anything. Anyway Wilson's just like "Oh Voxola radio I'm just feeling real low" and his Voxola radio is like "SAY PAL I CAN GIVE FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE" and Wilson's like "Oh shit for real???" This is exactly what happened don't fact check this

So Maxwell hijacks his Voxola radio to be like "Hey hey hey you wanna do science shit right. Well guess what I can give you knowledge if you think you're ready." Wilson, of course, jumps at the chance, and Maxwell instructs him to create a machine of sorts. And Wilson works tirelessly away at it for some time, including SLICING HIS WHOLE HAND OPEN TO GET ONE DROP OF BLOOD, BECAUSE HE'S SO UNBELIEVABLY DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM

Anyway, Wilson throws the switch, thunder crashes, Maxwell laughs evilly, and

OH NOW YOU'RE JUST SHOWING OFF ANIMATORS

(seriously the don't starve animation and artstyle is so charming i love it. i think the framerate of the characters' animation should be lower again and the sketchiness should be more visible tho it was so much more charming than ultra smooth in my opinion)

Anyways, Wilson gets dragged into the Constant and cements himself as the greatest isekai protagonist of them all. Somehow he keeps his fairly cheerful attitude even when going through The Horrors, which is so very silly of him. He makes dumbass puns. He calls evergreen trees "piney." He hates spiders. His one perk is growing a magnificent beard. I love him. So much. He's not the deepest character, but god DAMN if he isn't endearing and lovable and so very silly.

So that- ALL OF THAT- is the setup to Don't Starve. From there on out, the plot goeth thusly:

CHAPTER ZERO, SANDBOX MODE. Maxwell greets Wilson like "Say, pal, you don't look so good," and proceeds to fuck off to watch Wilson go through it. Wilson however is a stubborn bastard who refuses to die and will literally make meat effigies of himself to not do so.

...actually that's really interesting. Hey wait that's really interesting. HEY DST FANFIC WRITERS ARE YOU UTILIZING WILSON'S STUBBORNNESS TO NOT GET KILLED TO THE POINT WHERE HE BUILDS EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF TO REVIVE HIMSELF IN YOUR FANFICTIONS BECAUSE THAT'S REALLY INTERESTING. "BUT IT REFUSED" LOOKIN ASS

UHHHH ANYWAY. THAT'S A PRETTY INTERESTING INSIGHT INTO WILSON I JUST FIGURED OUT. GO USE IT WRITERS.

So eventually, Wilson finds the scattered pieces of a portal Maxwell has, and activates it, getting dragged into Adventure Mode. LET'S GOOOOO

CHAPTER ONE, A COLD RECEPTION. And I should note here- the chapters are not in order, the order can get shuffled around. I'm gonna present them all though because it's funny.

So Maxwell is like "Wow :/ you're a dumbass :/ you REALLY think you woulda learned your lesson about activating mysterious portals :/ Anyway the seasons will be changing very fast now good luck" which is prrobably a nightmare for the ecosystem but what ever Anyway Wilson's stubborn ass doesn't die.

CHAPTER TWO, KING OF WINTER. Maxwell sends Wilson into eternal winter because he's being annoying. However, Wilson's stubborn ass STILL REFUSES TO DIE. And thus he continues.

CHAPTER THREE, THE GAME IS AFOOT! Maxwell is like "Uhm. Pal. Buddy. Why are you still alive. Please stop going onwards" and tries to feed Wilson to hounds. Wilson's silly ass is not fed to the hounds though because he is too silly.

Now. In Chapter Three, there's a chance you may find a strange setpiece, where there are these clockwork statues, trapping a strange mime. Creatures and gentlemen, allow me introduce you to the FUNNIEST FUCKING CHARACTER in Don't Starve. Wes.

Now, where do we begin with Wes? Well, let us begin with his backstory. His whole life has been plagued by a hilarious string of bad luck. He's French. He has the worst luck. He would get pied in the face. When he bites into a crepe all the filling falls out. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. He is a silly and sad clown mime man. And yet, he simply dedicates himself to making everyone happy.

Now, how would a silly little failure such as Wes get into the Constant? Hilariously, of course. You see, he was buying a crepe one day and gave half of it to a silly monkey guye when he saw a little girl drop her doll from a window and tried to return it to her with a balloon but the wind blew the balloon away and he chased it all throughout the town and saw it'd gotten stuck on a clothesline and managed to balance on the clothesline to get it but unfortunately the clothesline snapped and Wes fell down though he managed to grab the balloon and save a falling nest of eggs and was chased by crows while trying to get the girl's doll to her and he ran into an alleyway where he accidentally knocked someone else out of the way of getting dragged into the Constant and Maxwell accidentally getting Wes pissed him off SO MUCH that he put him in a special prison just for him and Waxwell's quote upon seeing the imprisoned Wes is "He displeased me."

I mean it when I say that Wes is one of the funniest characters in the entire game. In fact, you go through all the trouble of saving him from the prison, and when you do, he immediately DIES, and you unlock him as a character, and he has the WORST STATS IN THE GAME. His hunger drains hilariously fast. His attacks are laughably weak. His only special power is balloons that do nothing but cost him sanity. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone

okay anyway you free wes and go onwards

CHAPTER FOUR, ARCHIPELAGO. Maxwell is like "UM. BITCH. PAL. TURN BACK. OR I MAY HAVE TO MURDER YOU TO DEATH EVEN MORE." However Maxwell has clearly not realized that Wilson is so stubborn that he will BUILD MEAT EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF SO THAT HE'LL JUST REVIVE FROM THE DEAD. GOD THAT'S SUCH A FASCINATING INSIGHT INTO HIS CHARACTER MAN JUST REFUSES TO DIE

Anyway Wilson goes onwards. CHATER FIVE, TWO WORLDS. Maxwell's actually nice to Wilson for a sec like "Heyyy :) Say pal :) Friend :) My best friend Wilson Percival Higgsbury :) Let's make a deal :) Here :) I made you a lovely little island :) Special for you :) It's got food :) And pigs :) And gold :) And whatever you need :) You can settle down here :) Have a life :) Just PLEASE :)) you ANNOYING BITCH :)) can you GIMME A TRUCE :)) and PLEASE :))) STOP :))) GOING :))) ONWARDS :))) I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD :))) :)))"

Wilson does not stop going onwards

CHAPTER SIX. DARKNESS. Maxwell is PIIIIIIISSED, like "BITCH. YOU BITCH. YOU TINY PITIFUL INSIGNIFICANT BITCH. I AM GOD. PLEASE DIE." And so he sends Wilson into a world he will surely not survive- a world of eternal night. Surely, with Charlie all around, with Charlie being the literal night monster who I feel an immense sense of grief over, surely Wilson will not survive this. Surely Wilson will die of darkness. Surely.

But as I have been stressing, Wilson is stubborn. He refused to give up on his dream of doing science even when it was clear he was bad at it. He refused to sit back and let Maxwell win by staying in the world Max made for him. He is so stubborn he refuses to die, making effigies of himself so he can resurrect from death. Wilson is the most stubborn bastard you've ever fucking met.

If Wilson decides that he will make it through something, then by god, he will make it through.

And he does.

Epilogue: Checkmate.

After all his struggle, Wilson finally, finally gets to Maxwell, to the man who's tormented him this whole time.

Only to discover him. Trapped on the throne. The all-powerful king, and he is weak. Pitiful. Listening to a hellish ragtime melody that won't stop repeating, over, and over, and over.

You can turn off the gramophone. He thanks you, saying he's been listening to that song for an eternity.

Maxwell has this honestly excellent speech about what happened to him. How They changed him over time. How he's completely powerless, despite being in control of everything. He mentions how time moves differently in the Constant, which is a really nice touch- it's not specified how it moves differently, letting the soft magic of the Constant stay soft. We just know it moves differently. How so is left up to us.

Wilson takes pity on the Nightmare King, and unlocks the Nightmare Throne. And Maxwell stands up, stands for the first time in an eternity, pure happiness on his face, free of the Nightmare Throne, getting up for the first time in god knows how long-

...And he screams, his body rotting away into a skeleton, before he crumbles to dust.

After everything, he just fucking dies.

...The Constant demands a ruler. And well, it's got a lovely candidate right there.

Shadowy hands erupt from the ground, grabbing Wilson. Lightning strikes where the Nightmare Throne was, building a new one, and Wilson is dragged onto it as the gramophone resumes. The new Nightmare King of the Constant.

Ruler of everything, trapped forever, with no control, listening to that hellish song.

Honestly, watch this playthrough of Checkmate. It really captures how just amazing this end is. (amazing = horribly fucked)

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There's something so utterly horrific about how Wilson is dragged onto the throne after watching Maxwell rot into a skeleton and turn to dust, only for the ragtime melody to resume.

This end is already horrifying to watch. But the music resuming, refusing to stop, is what turns it into a pure nightmare for me.

A melody of eternal torment, never to break. No matter what.

The cycle continues. More will be dragged into this trap, right? And Wilson has become trapped. He can't move. Can't turn off that stupid fucking gramophone.

Doomed to the same fate as Maxwell. To sit there for god knows how long, as They watch him, until someone else frees him and he dies, trapping them.

Right?

..................

SO TURNS OUT YOUR BODY ROTTING AWAY INTO A SKELETON AND TURNING TO DUST IS LESS DEADLY THAN ONE MAY HAVE THOUGHT, BECAUSE MAXWELL IS STILL ALIVE. SOMEHOW. APPARENTLY.

Anyway so Maxwell's alive. Falls out of the sky into the Constant, still got the Codex Umbra, but is no longer all powerful. He learns this upon getting ambushed by a gang of Creatures and realizes he is powerless, and immediately does the brave thing and runs away like a little baby

Anyway night is FALLING and Charlie will wake up soon. And Charlie fucking HAAAATES Maxwell. She HATES him. DESPISES him. And honestly? GIRL'S VALID. Maxwell turned her into The Shadow Creature, hating him is completely fair. And yeah Maxwell's got guilt over the fact that he did that to her. BUT LIKE. HE STILL DID DO THAT TO HER.

Anyways, Maxwell sees smoke in the distance. And where there be smoke, there be fire, which he needs if he is to Not Die. And so he makes his way over.

btw this part is told through a fantastic comic here it is

So he gets to the fire and OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE

BITCH JUST. DOES NOT DIE. MAN GOT OFF THE NIGHTMARE THRONE. SOMEHOW. STUBBORN FUCKING BASTARD. THIS GUY MADE MEAT EFFIGIES TO CHEAT DEATH, PERSISTED PAST SEVERAL HORRIBLE TRIALS TO TRY AND GET TO MAXWELL, GOT STUCK ON THE NIGHTMARE THRONE, AND IS STILL KICKING. KING SHIT. FRISK KINNIE. DETERMINATION SOUL. UNDERTALE

Anyway Maxwell is like hmmm maybe it is best to not approach the guy i tried to feed to hounds and tries to leave but the idiot steps on a branch because of course he does. Wilson assumes it is a Creature and grabs his axe to Kill, only to discover it is not a creature and is instead Maxwell. (who ig is a type of creature)

AND UPON DISCOVERING IT IS MAXWELL, HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES AND STARTS TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. WHICH IS HILARIOUS GOOD FOR HIM GO WHITE BOY GO KILL HIM

Anyway shadow hands put out Wilson's fire which freaks him out because of The Creature (charlie), so they run over and get the fire started up again. And unfortunately, the two must team up in order to not die. Look how thrilled they are about this arrangement

Anyway there's these panels that together are absolutely HILARIOUS of Maxwell and Wilson just sitting there glaring at the firepit over several time periods. I understand it's probably meant to show several days passing, however I find it funny to interpret it as "they just sat there glaring at the firepit not saying anything to each other for a whole day" because it's objectively hilarious.

Anyway Wilson offers Maxwell food since they're stuck together they should make sure neither of them die and he's like "Hey didn't you Die. You Died. Like turned to dust. In front of me. I saw it" AND MAXWELL'S PRETTY MUCH LIKE "death is a social construct. how did you get freed from the scary throne and how come i didn't think of it sooner"

And so Wilson explains. See, Wilson was freed from the Nightmare Throne, but he didn't manage to get off of the throne through his own sheer force of will (shockingly enough for this stubborn bitch).

He was freed by Charlie.

For her own reasons, she let Wilson out of the throne and let him free. But she also took all the powers he might have had as the Nightmare King, rendering him the ordinary survivor he was before he was trapped (though many people give him claws and/or blackened hands as a result of the nightmare throne which i find to be very cool and awesome). Charlie sent Wilson back to the Constant and Definitely Nothing Happened With Her And The Throne Afterwards Please Believe Me I Would Never Lie About Anything

So a little bit later, Wilson and Maxwell start trying to build a portal, most likely to actually get out of the Constant, since GOOD FUCKING LORD. That, or to connect to the other survivors in the Constant, which also makes sense! Pooling together the knowledge from the Codex Umbra and Wilson's own blueprints, they manage to build said portal.

The survivors manage to get to them.

Before the portal is destroyed and reshaped.

Shadow hands erupt out of the ground, pulling pieces of it into the ground, black thorny vines wrap around it, the wood is replaced with marble, shadowy flames erupt out of it, red curtains on top, making it resemble a stage.

And all around it grow roses.

The Florid Pastern is created, and above all of them, they see a strange apparition in the sky.

The Constant demands a ruler.

And Charlie, absorbing Wilson's power as the Nightmare King, became that. The monstrous part of her, the part that is cruel and dark, the shadow monster of the night that demands to be fed with hot blood and flesh, fused itself with whatever scraps of her humanity and kindness that'd not been fully consumed.

She became the virus in her mind, fused with it, merged into a whole being, rather than a fractured one.

The Shadow Queen of the Constant.

also here's an exhausted looking Wilson good lord when was the last time he SLEPT

ALSO. BEFORE I FINISH OFF. LET ME TALK ABOUT CHARLIE'S SILLY PLAY.

In Don't Starve Together, you can find a stage, with costumes for you to act in. If you put on the right costumes and choose to start acting, shadow hands briefly control you, and you start acting out a story that is pretty obviously a thinly veiled allegory for the events of Don't Starve.

Charlie is cast in the role of the Doll, and later The Queen. Winona is in the role of the Blacksmith. Maxwell is cast in the role of the King. We THINK that Them is cast in the role of the Mirror. And Wilson- I'LL GET TO WILSON.

What's interesting about this play is how obviously biased it is. The King is cast as an obviously evil man, hoarding magic to himself, shattering the Mirror and taking its power away. I mentioned this earlier- the Blacksmith loves the Doll dearly, but loves her too much, and puts her in a suit of armor that is protective, yes, but is so heavy she can't move, which god damn if that's not an effective metaphor for overcontrolling overprotective siblings.

The insight into Charlie's motives is also interesting- it's shown that the reason she didn't take Maxwell off the throne (aside from maybe spite and wanting to see him hurt which good for her) was because she legitimately didn't know where he was. And she sorta followed Wilson as he traveled so she could find the throne.

And more interestingly- Charlie is an unreliable narrator here, so her perspective is to be taken with a grain of salt, but- according to her, Charlie's motivations are to heal Them. They're broken currently, according to her, and They gave her the power she has now. And she wants to repay Them for what They've given her. Which is INCREDIBLY interesting.

AND. THE FUNNIEST PART ABOUT THIS PLAY. IS WILSON.

So, everyone's cast in different roles, right? Charlie's the Doll, Winona's the Blacksmith, Maxwell's the King, and the Mirror is probably Them, right?

WELL. WILSON. IS CAST IN THE ROLE OF "THE FOOL." HE'S CAST AS SOME FUCKIN DUMBASS WHO ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKS THE KING OFF HIS THRONE AND KILLS HIM BY MISTAKE. AND IT'S ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS.

What's funnier is that WILSON HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT. Winona comments on the scene where Charlie casts her as suffocatingly overprotective, saying "Is there something you wanna tell me, sis?" Maxwell comments on the scene where the Doll finds the Mirror, asking if this is how she really sees him and remembers what happened.

BUT WILSON. HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT BEING CAST AS "THE FUCKING IDIOT DUMBASS WHO TRIPPED OVER HIMSELF AND KILLED THE KING ON ACCIDENT WITH HIS MERRY FOOLERY." Meaning either he DOESN'T realize that's meant to be him, he DOES realize and is just silently fuming, or he DOES realize and just ACCEPTS IT. Like "okay yeah fair." No matter how you slice it, HILARIOUS.

Anyway, here's the play, it's an interesting watch and the video's only 15 minutes long.

youtube

god the fool costume even looks like wilson if his hair was looser

Aaaaand that's the lore thus far! There's other stuff that's happened- Charlie got a new outfit and became EVEN MORE beautiful, Wagstaff is a hologram, Maxwell teamed up with Charlie as a double agent which I think was a stupid writing decision because I don't feel it makes sense for Charlie but Fine Whatever I don't care Encore isn't canon to me I'm resisting a full rant about this, Wilson has a skeleton under his floorboards, something else may be trying to get people into the Constant, Wilson looks tired as shit, WX ripped out their heart because feeling emotions was painful I'm not over that short I'll never be over it ever and don't get me started on how Don't Starve feels like it has this intense unending grief woven throughout it and

Uhm. Anyway. I'm normal. I'm SO sorry this got this long my beams got me. This is 8k words long and I spent the whole time listening to Ragtime (the song that plays on the gramophone that maxwell had to listen to for eternity)

#asks #dst #don't starve #long post #cassie rambles #i did not mean for thsi post to get THIS LONG good jesus christ

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p4nishers · 8 months

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her name is pookie i found her in a wet cardboard box all alone

#she had a card w her that said 'return to arizazilahs' or smth but it was just probably a receipt so i threw it out #good omens #good omens s2 #crowley #azicrow

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ackee · 1 year

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OKAY LETS START FROM THE BEGINNING *opens huge book of oc lore* here is my main oc deuce and his family. he is very obviously adopted but sylvia doesnt make him feel like it, and loves all three of her kids!! ☝🏾

she found deuce Outside Somewhere (he was 5 or 6) before she gave birth to jaide or makayah, so he really is the first kid she ever took care of. he has a lot of respect and love for her and that is his mama PERIOD

why was he left in a wet cardboard box all alone? well. well you see [rambles for 17 years]

#realizing i must explain myself to people who just followed me. hi #traversion #makayah #jaide #deuce #sylvia

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drowninghell · 2 years

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Hey! So l have a request for u!😊

Fluff/ Comfort of course...

Leo and Fem reader! Reader is new to NY and Leo has spotted her on several occasions during patrols. She's been having a rough go of it lately and he happens to catch her in the middle of a breakdown one night.

Run with it!

Thank u!😊💙

Hi there beautiful! I kinda took your request and ran with it ? I hope that’s okay? I hope you enjoy and again I apologise for grammar errors!! 🤭🤩

Leonardo x reader

Seasons

The elder brother remembered the first time he saw you. He would always remember it.

The rain was torrential in its assault of the big apple, it made vision blurry, out of focus. The vicious weather was the only thing keeping the ice at bay. It was a bitter November night, not much of a night for anyone to be out. The band of brothers where out on patrol ; as usual. It was a quiet night and boredom was rife, until that was, in an alley next to them, a dispute began to take place. Loud shouts and bitter words. Peering off the ledge the leader took note of the door swinging open of a back alley, out that door a young woman was shoved, so roughly that she landed on her side, a box of belongings thrown out next to her, it’s contents spilling out onto the wet floor.

“ don’t come back!” A younger feminine voice screamed shrilly. “ yeah get a grip!” A more masculine voice sound Before the door slammed shut. The rectangle of light disappearing. Leaving the woman in a damp darkness. “ you can’t do this! I’ve paid the rent! “ she called back, her voice falling on deaf ears.

Leonardo and his brothers watched on, watched how she handled it, with a stiff upper lip and a begrudging sigh. Watched as she gathered her belongings into the sodden cardboard box and pulled herself from the ground, her clothes saturated. This was the harsh reality of knowing that they couldn’t help. That she would have to figure it out for herself. Picking up her box they watched as she emerged from the darkness of the alley and into the dull streetlights.

The next time the eldest brother saw her was a month later. November had receded into December , it was Christmas. Leonardo needed a little breather from the festivities and decided to take himself above ground for a bit. The cool headed terrapin loved the snow. Adored in fact. The white was blanketed across New York like a thick duvet. So freshly fallen that the hordes of humans hadn’t yet sullied the pure white.

He happened upon her, just like last time. Standing on her fire escape, wrapped in a warm hoodie with a steaming drink to fight the cold. For some reason , Leonardo felt drawn , so intensely drawn to this woman. He found himself curious. Yet again, she was all alone. It was Christmas. He knew not every human celebrated the holiday but he wondered why she would be alone, perhaps it was a self inflicted isolation? Just like his.

For months, this little unknowing exchange happened, now that Leo knew where she lived , he always checked in. Always checked how she was dealing when life threw shit her way. He watched , scrutinising how she tried to fit herself into this vicious world. Leonardo, always the gentleman would try his best to help, for example, a day she was walking home, late again. The winds where torrential and ofcourse, that neat stack of papers in the woman’s hand blew all around like confetti. In defeated spirit she sighed and just walked home, not even making an effort to try and catch the blustering pages. The next morning , the stack was sat tidily on her fire escape, with a rock keeping it down.

Things like that happened often. She thought it was an angel, maybe lady karma thought to give her a break. A friend. Bless her, she was all alone.

She read that in some cultures it was good to leave out a little offering in return, as thanks. So that’s what she did, leaving little baked goods wrapped in cling film. They were always gone the next day, however in their place would be a delicate little carving. Beautifully etched out. She kept them all. The most recent was a delicate etching of a turtle. Little swirls curved the expanses of the shell. It struck her enough she decided to put a little hole through it and wear it as a necklace. It motivated the woman to get up and take herself off to work, to continue on building this new life for herself.

the bitter cold had departed and gave way to a slight warmth and budding life. Spring. New beginnings and starts. The warmth was ideal, it had everyone in general in a better mood, a happier moral . Leonardo was feeling good! Training was a success! Minimal pushback from Raphael , no nonsense from Mikey! What could go wrong?

Upon his nightly routine, he visited the fire escape of the little human he’d grown so fond of. A new carefully crafted carving in hand. Stealthily he approached, setting the little item in the place he always did nights before.

Her window swung open , there was no hiding now. In hand she carried some of those baked goods Leo loved so much, he did have to start sharing them with his brothers begrudgingly. Eyes wide they both stared, Leonardo sporting that deer in head lights look however her eyes where swollen slightly, delicate streaks of mascara smudged along the woman’s cheekbones .

Leonardo was getting ready for the screaming, the horror; the fear.

“ it’s you.” God she sounded happy, why did she sound happy.

The screaming,

It never came.

She apologised.

He had to blink real hard.

“ I’m sorry, I know, I’m. Behind tonight.” She laughed , no humour touching her voice as she quickly wiped her eyes. Hand extended with the treats I’m hand“ no-no it’s fine! I’m early.” He soothed, voice as chill as any.

She held her necklace, looking at it and back to him. “ it’s you “ she repeated. An adoring yet thankful look in her eye.

The hard ridge of his body began to soften as he realised he was in no danger of being made, instead he stepped down off the railings and stood to his full height. Her eyes followed his , hopeful and expectant.

“ Leonardo.” He said, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles. He knew this was wrong, it was so wrong, but god he wanted to know her.

“ (y/n) “ she whispered in response, he smiled deeper at that. It suited her. It was nice to have a name to the pretty face.

“ Thankyou.” Voice barely above a whisper. He quirked a brow, confusion displayed on his features. “ well , I just moved to the city you see and we’ll, it’s a real hostile place you’know. “ he nodded , chuckled lightly. “ I know what you mean.”

“ Thankyou for making me feel seen.” She added, clarified. He shook his head, waved her off. “ it wasn’t just for you.” He responded ,” I don’t know why, but I always hope you would catch me, you know , as selfish as that is .” He admitted. Honestly: he had been pining over this woman for months.

She smiled at that and it was breath taking, it encouraged a wide smile from Leonardo, his gorgeous dimples showing. “ buttt~ I suppose the ball is in your court so to speak, I mean, you could totally have a badass mutant, ninja turtle as a friend or well … not? “ he bemused, a slight playful side coming through that cold exterior. She pulled herself out of the window, cranking it up higher and setting herself in the ledge. “ I suppose, how could I turn that offer down.” She chided. A rumble in his throat was his only response.

That warm springs night, the chatter, hours on hours. Falling into comfortable conversation, so comfortable that Leonardo didn’t realise how long he was gone, not until rays of orange sun began to bleed into the night sky, painting the clouds an assortment of reds and pinks. He didn’t want to leave , He wanted to see that smile again.

And god did he. Three years have passed since that fateful night and Leonardo couldn’t have been more grateful to have met her all those seasons ago. Curled beside him in bed, a leg haphazardly draped along his thigh. God, he was besotted with (y/n.) he studied those perfectly unique features, a hand brushing the stray strands of (h/c) locks from her features. It was like the universe was drawing the two together, they where like magnets. Always meant to be together.

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @post-apocalyptic-daydream

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt scenario #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leo

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yjano · 1 year

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Who I am now?

Part 20.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 3.9k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡

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Epilogue.

-eleven months later-

I readjusted the strap of my dirty dungarees on my shoulder, groaning slightly when it slipped right off my shoulder seconds later. Resigned, I sighed and kneeled by the many cardboard boxes stacked against the wall of my new bedroom, reaching for the box closest to me and hauling it onto my lap, my paint-spattered hands fumbled with the duct tape securing the box closed.

Within seconds, the duct tape was laid in a heap by my bare feet, the box placed haphazardly on my lap. I rummaged through the contents of the cardboard, looking for the set of paintbrushes I purchased recently to paint the walls of our new home.

I draw out what feels like the cellophane covering of my paintbrushes and glanced down at the item in my hands with a confused frown overcoming my features.

"What" I started, turning and studying the notebook in my hand with furrowed brows.

Is this mine? or Jake's? I questioned myself, lifting the front cover of the notepad with curious eyes finding inked, neat notations littering the page. Notations were addressed to Jake-notations from me.

Surprised, I blinked at the sight of my little notes created for Jake when we have separated months ago from each other.

A slight smile overcame my face when I thumbed through page after page of notes I was meant to give to Jake but never actually managed to, and rather than feel disheartened that I'd forgotten all about this notepad, I grinned to myself as I was reading words and phrases from his small entries.

Miss you so much. Medication. Dear Jake. Just go home. Felt detached. In your arms. Hospital. My heart hurts. Hate this. Not with me anymore. I miss you. this-

I was grinning. I was grinning because I'm no longer confined within a hospital ward, no longer scrutinized under apprehensive eyes. I was no longer weak, I was no longer stared at with something akin to sympathy in people's eyes, and II was no longer suffering from chronic heartbreak. I was no longer alone-no. I was free, I was free now.

Not bothering to properly read through my many notes, I closed the notepad and smiled to myself, thinking back to the heartache I've experienced maybe ten months ago. I thought back to the misery I was in, the pain I felt. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head slightly in disbelief when I compared my heartache to what I was feeling now. Happiness, joy, and love.

Jake had way too much of an effect on me. Nonetheless, I was glad.

Forgetting the paintbrushes I had acquired, I climbed to my feet, notepad in hand, and carefully weaved my way in and out of the moving boxes collecting dust in my bedroom.

Eventually near the door that I had closed after myself. I grinned at the bass-boosted music playing from Jake's speakers, the loud laughter, and the yells emanating from behind the heavy oak wood door.

Pulling the door open, I stepped out onto the landing overlooking the supposed living room space below and walked over to the banister, leaning over the barricade with my elbows resting atop the wooden railings, still holding my notepad in my left hand.

I smiled at the scene before me and cupped my cheeks with my free hand. My eyes followed the movements of my friends down below.

Jessy was sitting on Dan's shoulders, laughing at something that Dan said. She swiped a wet paintbrush against the wall, covering the expanse of wall cerulean blue. She was wearing one of my old dress shirts, not wanting to stain her clothes with blue and the cotton material submerged her whole, making her look so small and sweet.

And her boyfriend, Dan, grinned at the sound of Jessy's laughter, clearly in love with the sound. With eyes full of adoration for her. Dan settled his hands atop Jessy's jeans-clad thighs and murmured something else to the petite girl that had him smiling. Jessy glanced down and lovingly run her free hand through his brown long locks.

Smiling my gaze veered to the left, noticing the other couple painting another wall with bright blue. Sam, sit carefully on one of the ledges of a small stepladder, painting with coral coloring his features as he listened attentively to Asher who leaned against the stepladder, holding the can of paint for him and grinning up at him as he spoke.

Sam, the biggest racer admitted to having romantic feelings for Asher and could never be happier for my boyfriend's best friend. I think calm Asher suited wild Sam perfectly. Sam wasn't around often, because he was busy with racing. Asher was happy that his boyfriend found some time for him and us.

Today's moon must be a cobalt one since Sam had free time, time that he originally intended to use by taking me and Jake out for dinner and most likely grilling Jake with his usual teasing. But now he spent it sitting on a rickety stepladder Jake borrowed from someone, painting, and also wearing one of Jake's old shirts to prevent paint from spattering on his soft cashmere sweater.

I think I can safely say that Sam doesn't seem to be too dismayed that his dinner plans were canceled-no, he seemed to be pretty happy talking or let's say stumbling over his words with Asher.

This is, perhaps, the third time all of us hung out. The first time was at a get-together I orchestrated in the summer and then at Jake's surprise birthday party a few weeks ago and it was already evident that all of them liked each other quite a lot. Even Dan has grown to love Jake's friends. Judging from Dan's weekly phone calls describing what he had in common with Jake and his friends and how all of them had grown to drink with Dan whenever they got too stressed too.

I wanted them to have their backs on each other. And I was happy to see most of them being happy with each other company.

I giggled to myself now at the sight of coral deepening on Sam's cheeks when Asher offered him his hand to help him down the stepladder. I tilted my head slightly to see Asher's little dimple appear when Sam took his palm gingerly, walking down the stepladder whilst smiling a little at his boy.

Asher, from my perspective, was cute unexpectedly cute. When I first met the guy at Jake's surprise birthday party. I was more than just surprised to understand that the guy who accidentally knocked Jake's red eye car model cake over and was close to tears with how distraught he was, was the same guy who ran the largest underground drug trafficking ring.

Later, when Jake introduced us to each other, I couldn't stop laughing. I had thought Asher would be a tattooed, pierced, part drug addict, hulk of a man who'd try to kidnap me the very second we were alone but nope.

Asher was nothing but a gentleman, or let's say a little too flirty gentlemen, though I got the pierced part correct. Asher did have a nose piercing, a silver ring that glinted slightly in the artificial light.

Anyway, Asher had shaken hands with me and even complimented me on my arrangements for Jake's surprise birthday party and apologized profusely for knocking the cake over. I couldn't be possibly mad with him, not with the way he fumbled with his awkwardly big hands when he was nervous, not when he smiled and that cute lil dimple made an appearance, and certainly not when he complimented my half-assed decorating with such sincerity.

Asher had left me wondering how in the world he was a supposed drug lord. Later, when I had voiced my question to Jake, he had laughed, saying he wondered the same too.

I cast my gaze toward another pair couple, Kaden and Lex, and immediately I sighed at the sight of the two.

Ah, Lex and Kaden.

"I fucking dare you to call me shortcake again, I fucking double dare-"

"Short. Cake."

"Right. I'm gonna give you a minute to reflect on your words and if you feel like apologizing for them, then please do so-"

"And if I don't wanna apologize?"

"Apologize otherwise I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna what? Stomp on my toes with your little sneakers?"

"That's it. I'm done with you-"

"I'm done with you too."

"Oh for fucks sake- You can't be done with me when I said that I'm done with you first Kaden-"

"Maybe you should act like your age Lex because you make no sense-"

"Oh, fuck off"

"No, you fuck off. This is my best friend's and my brother's home."

"No, this is my best friend's-"

Just like the way I had planned a small, summer get-together a couple of months ago, I had high hopes that by subtly pairing Kaden and Lex back together. I hoped Lex would be able to soften up and forgive Kaden.

But if Lex managed to do anything. It only fuelled Kaden's and my expectations.

-a couple of months ago-

Nymos focus.

I narrowed my eyes at Mc and Jake who were seated a few meters away, holding hands and conversing animatedly with Jessy and Dan. They look like the epitome of joy. And of course, I am happy for my brother, I am. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy. Knowing Jake is finally living his life to the fullest, something he wasn't able to do for quite some time now.

But still, something residing in the back of me had me warily looking over at the two more times than I'd liked to within a minute. I just thought it was just my instinct to protect my baby bro. But at the same time to protect the screaming baby too. Yeah, I just wanted to know if they both were okay.

Momentarily taking note that in the corner of my eye, I noticed someone coming to stand by my side. I calmly sipped at my drink whilst someone beside me hummed along to the pop song streaming from the cafe's loudspeakers as she was sipping at her drink.

"Well, hello to you too Kaden." I heard Lex's voice and gave no reply.

"Hey, I promise you they're not gonna skin each other alive with their butter knife." She spoke up, chuckling a little, "You don't have to keep an eye on them every second of the hour."

Frowning slightly, I glanced to my left to see a petite girl standing close by my side with her arms folded over her chest and smiling sarcastically up at me. She wore white shorts and a similarly plain white tee under an oversized black plaid shirt, and boots accompanying the overall look. Lex shook her soft hair out of her eyes, waiting patiently for my response.

I simply returned my gaze to Mc with a displeased grunt escaping from my mouth.

Curious, Lex tilted her head upwards a little to peer up at me through the rounded spectacles she wore on the bridge of her nose, his warm eyes studied my side profile.

"Really. You've got nothing to be worried about. Stop treating Jake like a kid."

"What do you mean I've got nothing to be worried about? I have to look after them because who else will." I grunted, looking away from Lex.

"And while we're on the topic, listen up, shortcake. Here's a little warning for you. If any of them tries anything funny with each other that I don't like, I'm not gonna hesitate to blame it on you. Alright?"

Lex's brows furrowed slightly and she looked down at the tiled floor, processing my indirect threat before retraining her gaze on my side profile again with a frown on her face.

"I could say the same to you too." She replied slowly as if testing the waters she was about to delve into.

"They've been through a lot since they parted away. So if something happens to them. I too won't hesitate to punch you in the face, no matter how much I love your humor."

I swiveled my head around to glare at Lex.

"Excuse me? Are we talking about the same people? Mc wouldn't hurt a godamn fly and you know that. But Jake, on the other hand, hurt Mc for months purely because he couldn't fucking grow a pair of balls." I hissed towering over Lex and using my height to my full advantage. I didn't care if I took Mc's side on it. Because I know Mc. And she wouldn't hurt Jake. But Jake is complicated. He can always find a reason to hate himself for his crime and leave Mc. I as well know I was being a little mean right now but really, all I wanted was for Lex to just leave me alone because I'm not good for her.

"Hey!" Lex lifted a small hand to my broad chest, prodding me hard as she spoke.

"Jake had a lot." Prod. "Going on at that time so leave." Prod. "Him." Prod. "Alone." Prod. "He's keeping Mc happy now." Prod. "And that's all that matters, okay? He's your brother and you know how it is." Frowning, she gave one last prod to punctuate her words.

Prod.

"Will you quit with the poking?" I growled in reply, swatting her small hand away. "Because, shortcake, you've got an awful lot of force for someone as small-"

"Don't call me that." Lex scowled.

"Don't call you what?"

"Shortcake." Lex enunciated with her teeth gritting together and her small hands balling into angered little fists. My gaze fell to her hands. Mm. She's just as cute as before.

"You want me to quit calling you shortcake, shortcake?" I queried, stepping forwards nonchalantly.

"Yes." Defiantly, Lex stepped forward too.

"Hm," I pretended to contemplate, stepping forward again, now fully towering over Lex scornfully. She stumbled back, with her eyes widening momentarily at the proximity between us. Still, I didn't let up, I leaned down, murmuring against the curve of her ear.

"Yeah, no. Shortcake is fitting for you."

Anger was written all over her face when she reached forwards with her fingers grasping my shirt and tugging it harshly so my face would be level with her.

Startled, my eyes widened the slightest bit at the surprising force Lex used to pull me to her height.

"Seriously, quit it." Lex hissed, pulling me close.

"Sorry, what was that, shortcake?" I gritted out, trying to wrench my now crumpled shirt from her grasp, "Couldn't hear you from down there-"

"You piece of-"

"The fuck! Did you just seriously headbutt me?!"

-present-

We won't delve deeper into the flashback as it only pained me when I remembered trying to break the two up.

Still, I had hope for the two's relationship because is it my wishful thinking or does Lex seriously blush a little at "shortcake"? Hm.

My attention was recaptured by the two once more when Lex shrieked suddenly, loudly, furrowing my brows, I and the others too cast their gaze towards Lex and immediately stifled chuckles at the sight of bright blue connecting her brow, creating an unsightly monobrow.

Unsurprisingly, Kaden stood before Lex, looking very pleased with himself and holding a paintbrush with blue daubs on the bristles.

Oh god, this is not gonna end well. Nevertheless, I was amused when Lex grabbed her paintbrush and surged forward with a displeased growl. Understanding her movements at once, Kaden quickly sidestepped to the left, laughing when Lex stumbled forwards, missing him.

Knowing that I'll probably have to soon retain the two from each other by once again becoming the filling to their aggressive make out. I sighed about to push myself off the banister of the landing when the front door to my new home opened with a boy nudging the door open as his paint-spattered hands were too occupied with upholding boxes of pizza.

I smiled to myself at the sight of the love of my life walking into our home, already laughing at Lex's painted monobrow as he set the boxes of pizza onto a coffee table.

He looked good as he always did. But today, in my opinion, he looks extremely good. But then again, I am biased when it comes to Jake.

Nonetheless, Jake does look insanely attractive these days, with his arm now tattooed with a dragon that entwined itself around his arm, rising to his shoulder before halting there.

In addition, his jet black hair had grown, grown long enough for his hair to be tied off his forehead in a half-assed manner with an elastic band with just a single coal-colored strand slipping its way past and falling over his forehead again.

But other than the fact that he's got other tattoos and his hair had grown slightly longer, Jake was still the same, still mine, and I find myself in awe that I get to call such a handsome man as Jake as mine.

All mine. And I'm all his.

I glanced at my left hand where a silver band, similar to a wedding ring, encircled my finger, the piece of jewelry meaning so much more than being just a mere accessory.

"It's a promise ring, not a wedding ring. But you can wear it on your ring finger if you want! Shit, why am I so nervous? Basically. Sam told me that his sister's husband brought her a promise ring, promising to one day marry her, and, I thought it was pretty cute, you know promising to someone like that so. This ring is a promise that I won't let you be alone anymore, baby. Let's uh, stick together- Oh fuck, I'm being so awkward. stop laughing, Mc!"

Smiling, I looked down at the notepad and instantaneously thought of my resolution for the letters in my hand. Rather than give these to Jake to read or read them all myself. I will simply discard these letters. Yeah, why would I reminisce about the painful past when I have so much in the present and so much more in the future? There are so many positives in my life right now and I don't want to counteract us with the negatives just yet until the negative aspects do make an appearance.

I promised to make the most of the good things in my life now, and now I will start with eating pizza whilst getting surrounded by the loud laughter of my friends.

I pushed myself off the banister and walked towards the staircase, about to walk down when my mobile phone vibrated in the pocket of my dungarees. Pulling my phone out and reading the notifications appearing on my lock screen, I slowly walked down the set of stairs.

Lilly: Hi hi hi hi!

Lilly: Guess who's coming to your apartment?

Lilly: Your girl!

Lilly: We gotta celebrate! I'm bringing Hannah, Phil, Cleo, and Thomas because he didn't want to let Hannah go alone. 🤭

Lilly: let's get some fancy-ass wine and some of those lil canapés thingies I'm willing to meet you and your gang Mc :) - P.H.

Happiness for my Duskwood friends coming here surged through the entirety of my body. I was glad to know that they had finally accepted everything and were ready to meet Jake and his friends too.

Lilly: We are a few hours away from you but don't start to party without us!

Laughing at Lilly's messages, I stepped off the last step of the staircase and pocketed my phone with a grin on my face. I walked into the living room area, heading over to my friends after I had dumped my letters in the bin.

"Hey, where have you been?" Jake asked me when I came to stand by his side, subtly slipping my palm into his. Smiling, I tilted my head slightly so I could rest my head on Jake's shoulder and hummed out.

"Oh, nowhere. I was just reminiscing a little upstairs."

Curious, Jake quirked a dark eyebrow.

"And what were you reminiscing?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing much just remembered that time when you seemed to have become an angry bird overnight and hugged the fuck out of me."

"Hey! We promised not to speak of that!"

I just laughed in reply.

"Oh by the way your half-sisters are coming and others too...So we better prepare yeah?" I smiled at him and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Dear Jake...I lie beside you now and I think back to how afraid I was. I think back to how afraid I was to acknowledge the erratic beating of my heart for you. I think back to how afraid I was of losing myself in those eyes that glinted dangerous ice in the summer sunlight. I think back to how afraid I was when we kissed for the first time and how my mind was utterly contaminated with wanting to kiss you again.

You might not have felt it but I felt the jolt of red electricity coursing through my veins, traveling straight for my weak heart that had nervously cowered then behind my ribcage.

I lie beside you now and I think how happy I am now. I think how happy I am to know that if I were to place my palm upon your broad chest, I would feel your heart beat strongly for mine in a similar manner. I think how happy I am to be able to cast myself into your obsidian eyes and lose all sense of rationality within me, whilst understanding that I'm in safe hands despite that dangerous glint in your eyes. I think how happy I am to know that you too feel that hot rush of energy within your body.

I lie beside you now and smile slightly at your peacefully sleeping form, wondering how I've managed to claim you as mine and how you've managed to claim me as yours despite our one hundred differences.

I'm glad we've gotten past them and ended up where we are now, baby. Even if we are on the run. You know that I got your back lover. -love.

This is the end...

I can't explain how thankful I am to have gotten this far and have you guys by my side. I never thought this story will get attention or if it would ever get this far, but you all exceeded my expectations that one morning I woke up to lovely notifications. I love all of you silent readers because everyone who has read this story deserves all the love. You guys have surpassed all of my expectations, and I cannot even describe my love for you guys. Though this is the end of 'Who I am now?'

I hope we will continue to see each other again in my other work (yes I'm preparing something.) You all mean so much to me it's not even funny. I will forever remember all your comments, thank you, for the final time. You guys are important, wanted, and amazingly beautiful. I love you all to a whole galaxy and back. Now that the story has ended, feel free to ask questions to clear up any remaining confusion!

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hellsvestibule · 7 months

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I did hear about the “Kiara is just here as waifubait” stuff back when it happened but I actually forgot her when I made that post bc it’s so absurd to me it’s just funny. And also no one I follow would ever say a mean thing about Kiara. Same w Koyanskaya. I absolutely exist in a sick sad echo chamber full of freaks who are into that and any time I venture out of it and remember people hate her I’m like omg whyyyyy that’s my scrunkly girl Yaskaya! She’s so special, I found her in a wet cardboard box all alone

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OKAY YOU'VE UNLEASHED THE BEAST. so like we all know the post str harutaka dynamic is all lovey dovey etc because FINALLY! WE ARE TOGETHER!!!!!!! sort of thing well kanoshin is literally the opposite. in my fucked up head post str kanoshin dynamic at the time this would occur is shintaro after breaking up w/ ayano and ALSO takane is trying to distance themself from him so he's basically like a sopping wet cat in cardboard box on kano's doorstep that kano has also been pining for secretly and unwillingly for like 2 years. so to me kanoshin is basically shintaro: heem heem whimper (super vulnerable doesnt even care if it's gay at this point or if he has feelings for kano he just needs to be held he can think abt all of that later) kano: okayyyy whatever ^w^ (what the hell is going on what i am doing why is shintaro in my arms where am i) and that repeats 100 times in post shinaya breakup divorce. mix in shintaro's horrible capacity for affection since he doesnt think he wants to be hated but also wants to be loved but he should be hated blah blah blahand with kano it's like he validates both of that, that makes zero sense when i type it out but trust me it makes sense in my head. so ignoring canon i think takane and kano r definitely besties bc they r basically the Same Guy????? which like u said it's even acknowledged IN kano's novel where he's like "yep she's twisted JUST like me" also fun fact the same ost that plays over the kano and seto scene where he opens up abt everything in mca ALSO plays over the scene where takane and ayano discuss takane's feelings abt haruka im SOOOOO normal abt that fact. in my mind they r talking or smthn and shintaro gets brought up and kano somehow lets it slip with a "soooo did shintaro ever also kiss you or something haha :3c" and takane's like "what" and that's how takane found out. and i think takane would have REALLY mixed feelings abt that especially bc like "uhhh how would ayano feel?" but when he goes to talk to shintaro abt it a bit more (codependency in the mix bc in her mind it's like well surely shintaro will tell me soon anyway bc he tells me everything bc he needs to tell me. normal things to think) he looks at them like he just shit himself. i kind of forget where i was going with this. but if they EVER did go on a double date it would be so awkward bc harutaka r Normal and kanoshin is Very Much Not Normal. but because takane and haruka are the only ones who know abt kano and shintaro's weird not relationship and shintaro and kano cant stand being alone together for a long amount of time bc it forces them to confront their feelings but also want to be together it's the perfect solution. this kind of goes hand in hand with shintaro's heavy reliance on takane, it's like codependency......2!!!!!! but kano is Also there. SORRY THIS SOUNDS INSANE AND IS SOOOOO LONG IM SORRY im normal

OK im putting answer under the cut only cuz the ask is already long and its so scrolling it on my blog isnt a nightmare for myself 💗 it largely turned into me talking abt takane like always sooo teehee

NO UR NOT INSANE U ARE SO NORMAL!!!!!!! this is EXACTLY IT. shintaro&kano insanity in between shinaya breakup/takane distancing itself from shintaro ahaihvsuxhemxksjxlwkdowkdw (EXPLOSION)

also the ost thing!!! i had to go check and i got so excited stupid like YESS YESSSSS ILOVE THAT KINDA SHIT not to sidetrack on takane/harutaka but that would've been so so so good if the anime hadn't fucked up and made takane all happy when running before dying. like takane was so terrified of being in love with haruka she wasn't like omg teeheee im gonna confess my feelings💗 she was like (RUNNING) THIS SUCKS SO BADDDDDDD AUGGHHHHHH like she DID have an epiphany. but it wasn't like... HAPPY. takane was so terrified!!!! sorry. IM NOT GONNA SIDETRACK TO HARUTAKA IM NOT but str takane finally managing to confess to haruka i think its rly funny if then haruka's of course like I LOVE U TOO are we dating then :3 and takane's like WHAT!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHAT!!! and haruka's like WELL U LIKE ME? AND I LIKE U? SO WE SHOULD DATE??? and takane's like I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT THAT FAR AHEAD I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU GIVE ME A SECOND TO PROCESS like this bitch never once stops to worry if haruka likes her back or not, if it'd be awkward if he didnt and how it'd be like to date if he did, NOTHING. granted that she dies immediately after realising so maybe she just didnt get to that point LMAO but i love this about takane's character like she just doesnt fucking think about it they just WANT TO TELL HIM!!! and then up to str she never imagines seeing haruka again and now he's here and she's too happy and relieved to even go back to this realisation and give time to worry about WHAT IT REALLY MEANS to confess her feelings. theyre just like i need to tell him he needs to know.and haruka's like I Love You Too. takane acting like he's insane for that. haruka rly has to give takane like 10 or 20 minutes of freakout for them to be like omg💗

i said i wouldnt sidetrack to harutaka then did . whatever. This is who i am. erm. oh yeah the ost. SO kano finally managing to let one of his siblings comfort him is obviously scary to him, takane's reaction at ayano's words abt how shintaro needs someone selfish to pull him forward and how she has to be honest to haruka is also scary to her. So having that ost in both these scenes....SO GOOD!!!

i WOULDN'T GO AS FAR AS TO SAY kano and takane are the same guy but i know what u mean. like i said in ur other ask man their PARALLELS... both are playing a role.. (holds head)

theyre not the same guy but theyre heavily like. people with the same ideas but different goals idk. to me its more like... sorry for ripping on takane so much but she is so damn stupid. like emotionally. takane is DUMB takane is SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS ALL THE TIME. While kano is very smart and i think he acts in a very calculated way, kano isn't oblivious at all

i'm pretty sure ALL the kano&takane interactions are from kano's point of view, and maybe the fact they're so similar is why kano is always so mean spirited to her in his pov. like he sees too much of him in them so he's like lol FUCK YOU. like kano always acts so annoyed towards takane. i hate how in the fifth novel takane getting its body back is so brushed off and kano doesnt even help her, and then he's like augh i dont wanna see her right now. like u just traumadumped that bitch to hell and then not only do you not help her get her body back but u also act all weird about having to see her. jail for kano for 1000 years.

But like to me he acts that way... takane IS the first person kano ever opens up to precisely bc he sees himself in her, and like him she is secretly someone else. kano resents takane because she's a lot like him BUT.... BETTER.

kano acts kind of like a brat to takane yet says he doesnt want her to dislike him and SAYS that he is jealous of takane.

this line MEANS SO MUCH TO ME *GOES INSANE*

i think kano is rly jealous of takane bc she's a lot like him yet she's a good person. and he doesn't think he is a good person. and on top of it takane's the one who stays by shintaro's side who kano cant stand so he resents her x2. im not a fan of what mca did in ep 7 with kano&ene but for kano to go as far as do that to someone who never did Anything to him just bc he's pissed to another guy. like man kano is such a fucking jerk to takane in all routes and it's never treated as heavy as it is. tortures her with turning into haruka and takes his frustration out on her abt people moving on (which his siblings&shintaro do yet he chooses TAKANE to take it out on who is in an even worse position than everyone else bc shes dead like girl whats it supposed to do SHES JUST TRYING TO LIVE THEIR LIFE OR WHATEVER IS LEFT OF IT AND AT LEAST HELP SOMEONE SHE LOVES MOVE ON TOO) and also traumadumps them and then leaves her to her own devices to get her body back. like fuck that. kano sucks so bad and takane always forgives him so easily. this is partly cuz again the narrative sorta brushes it off coughs coughs the narrative doesnt take takane seriously cough cough but TO ME!! TAKANE'S JUST A GOOD GUY💗 i think takane forgiving him so easily also pisses off kano bc it shows how good takane is and it drives him crazy. takane when 2 guys (kano and shintaro) are absolutely fucking horrible to her and she's like its ok we are best friends👍 again i think takane's just not taken seriously enough and its like yeah takane forgives everyone or doesnt care because we dont need her angry abt it in the story. but to me theyre just so niceys.

god i havent even talked abt kanoshin yet sorry for my takane brainworms you dont understand she is everything to ME!!! TAKANE ENOMOTOOOO‼️‼️‼️ in my defense u said most of the kanoshin stuff which i 100% agree with.

what i didnt even think abt is kano kind of telling takane thru wondering if shintaro ever felt that way abt her bc theyre so similar so kano's like well. if he likes me maybe he liked takane. HEHE GOOD ONE. good one..... augh takane having the warmth of ayano and the mischief of kano. listen to me. im rly so crazy about takane i think all the characters inside of kagepro should be crazy abt her too. sorry i started abt takane again. whatever. takane💗

i also think theyd be the first to find out (and seto but he is not a danger) mostly bc. GOSSIP GRAVITATES TOWARDS HER finds out by chance rather than kano telling her but i DO LOVE THAT CONCEPT OF KANO WONDERING IF SHINTARO EVER LIKED TAKANE kano's first lethal mistake is asking HER though. i think he would rather ask shintaro but FOR THE SAKE OF THE SCENARIO, SURE

ok but thats rly funny haruka and takane being the only ones to know and shintaro and kano not wanting to be alone and forcing them to be there😭 also how would haruka know... I LOVE haruka being up to date with mekakushi dan gossip literally just because he's dating gossip central takane but he just doesnt do anything with the info cuz hes like well i know that now. i think takane just starts talking and goes on and on and haruka's drawing and gasping and being like omg wow really. theyre so silly. i have a hc that during hs takane looks out their classroom window that happens to face a Popular Confession Place and she sits there to watch like its tv. shes like look haruka another one. this one's also getting rejected. haruka's like Takane is so easily entertained💗

but yeah. i think that's how haruka would know. personally i think kano&shintaro would rather be alone bc theyre both terrified of this relationship and wouldnt want anyone to know PLUS i already like takane as relationship mediator to shinaya so doing it to her twice in a row seems just cruel Like at this point takane is living their best domestic harutaka cat parent life ok. like leave it tf alone!! give them a break!! however it is extremely comical. most painful awkward time ever with kanoshin & harutaka

so ill accept it. like its fucking funny. erm. sorry this is all over the place.

#ask tag #headcanons #takane enomoto #kagenalysis

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