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The AAI Cast Takes On Twitter

Hello! For the release of ace attorney investigations 2 ten years ago, on the official AA twitter account, Capcom posted a bunch of tweets that were made to sound like they came from the characters themselves. You can still find them if you dig far enough, but it’s a bit of a pain to find and especially a pain to understand in English, so I decided to compile them all here and attempt to translate them. (They have also been “localized” in true ace attorney fashion.)

First, a disclaimer: I am absolutely NOT a translator and my understanding of Japanese is abysmal. I put the original tweets through google translate and then went through trying to make them legible, including looking up words and phrases when they didn’t make any sense. As a result, I can’t guarantee that this is completely accurate, and I definitely messed with phrasing a bit to get things to flow better or sound more in character. Hopefully the general gist of things should make sense! I’ll put the original Japanese text below the English one, and if you actually know Japanese and would like to properly translate it, please do so! I just wanted to get this out here as fast as possible.

If you want to view the original tweets, I’ve filtered them (mostly!) here in reverse-chronological order. There are tweets from the game staff at the end that I did not “translate”.

With that said, here are the tweets. (It is long, so most of it is under the cut.) The breaks are things I added that I believe were breaks in time on the actual account, and represent new scenes.

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<Edgeworth>: I was told to “tweet” what I usually think about to commemorate the release of “Ace Attorney Investigations 2”... What should I do?

<Kay>: Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! First, you need to introduce yourself!

<Edgeworth>: Oh. Sorry for the late introduction. My name is Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor at the District Attorney's Office. Kay informed me that this is “Tweeter”.

<Kay>: No! It’s pronounced "Twitter"!

<Edgeworth>: Is it "Tweeter"? I'm not very good at this kind of thing ...

<Kay>: Okay, moving on. Ace Attorney Investigations 2 is about to be released, and Mr. Edgeworth has a lot to say, right?

<Edgeworth>: Mm. Certainly, there are few opportunities like this, so this should be a valuable experience.

<Kay>: Then this Great Thief, Kay Faraday, will teach Mr. Edgeworth the fun of tweeting!

<Edgeworth>: I’m not very interested in that… but alright. More importantly, Kay, do you want to start working soon?

<Kay>: Yes! Then, we can play later!

<Edgeworth>: (Well, if you have any questions, do not hesitate to tweet.)

<Kay>: Mr. Edgeworth ... Your inner voice is in the tweet! Isn't that neat?

<Edgeworth>: Ah! Tweeter… I shouldn’t underestimate it.

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<Edgeworth>: It's already 12 o'clock ... I wanted to take a break for lunch, but it seems that I won’t get the chance. The detective just reported a new case. I'm heading to the scene right now.

<Edgeworth>: Detective Gumshoe seems to have been in a hurry. He said he “lost something important”... It’s probably not something to worry about. I should concentrate on the investigation first. It takes a careful investigation to find out the truth hidden in the scene. There are many things that cannot be understood from desk work alone.

<Edgeworth>: I've arrived at the scene. Mm? It seems that some pencils have fallen near the victim.

<Edgeworth>: Search for the connection between information. That is the pursuit of "Logic". Assembling "Logic" is the key to the investigation even in Ace Attorney Investigations 2. “Something lost by Detective Gumshoe” and the “pencil left on the scene” ... There is one answer that can be derived from the two pieces of information.

<Edgeworth>: Detective Gumshoe! It seems that we found your lost pencil. ‥‥ Don’t leave extra evidence on the scene!

<Edgeworth>: Hmm ... Finally, the truth of the scene has come into view. This case will likely be resolved soon.

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<Kay>: Good evening! I came to play as promised!

<Gumshoe>: Welcome, Kay!

<Kay>: Huh? Gummy, are you also on Twitter?

<Gumshoe>: It’s popular among my detective friends. As long as my number of followers keeps increasing, I’m happy!

<Edgeworth>: What is a "follower"?

<Gumshoe>: Well, people who read your tweets. To put it simply, it’s like a friend group.

<Kay>: It seems that there are many people who are watching this tweet! Ehehe. That makes me kind of happy!

<Edgeworth>: Hmm. Friend group...? That sounds a little embarrassing, but thank you, followers.

<Kay>: Hmm. I feel that followers and friends are a little different. Well, as long as he’s happy.

<Edgeworth>: Let’s say that tomorrow we’ll spend more time with our followers on Tweeter.

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<Gumshoe>: I've been waiting for you, Prosecutor Edgeworth!

<Edgeworth>: Mm. Good morning Detective Gumshoe. It's rare for you to get to court earlier than me.

<Gumshoe>: That’s because I have to set a good example for my followers! I skipped dinner last night so I wouldn't be late.

<Edgeworth>: What does skipping dinner have to do with getting up early?

<Gumshoe>: Well, it sets a “belly clock”, so you wake up at breakfast time!

<Edgeworth>: (There are too many problems with that, and I don't feel like pointing them all out... I’ll just stay silent.)

<Gumshoe>: Mr. Edgeworth ... We can see the tweets of your inner voice, you know…?

<Edgeworth>: It's about time for the court to open. I'm heading into court without any uncertainty today.

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<Kay>: Hello everybody! I'm Kay Faraday, also known as the Great Thief Yatagarasu. Fufufu ... I’m actually in the gallery right now! I wanted to see Mr. Edgeworth and Gummy in court, and keep an eye on the enemy!

<Kay>: Oh! Mr. Edgeworth screamed, “Objection!” This is the 5th time today. The other lawyer is sweating now. The judge’s gavel is getting fierce! Eh -- what? “You can’t tweet in the courtroom…?” Hey!

<Kay>: Uh ... I was kicked out of the courtroom. As expected by the new rival of Ace Attorney Investigations 2, Justine Courtney! She seems like a kind judge, but also very observant.

<Kay>: This is an unexpectedly strong enemy! Mr. Edgeworth, are you okay ...?

<Edgeworth>: Kay. What were you doing in the gallery today?

<Gumshoe>: I was surprised to see Kay being kicked out of court!

<Kay>: I didn't think that tweeting was prohibited. As a Great Thief, this is the ultimate mistake!

<Edgeworth>: If you have time to regret breaking the rules of the court, use it to learn a little more about them.

<Kay>: If I had to leave the court anyways, I wanted to have a cooler exit, befitting of a Great Thief!

<Gumshoe>: … I don’t think she regretted breaking the rules.

<Kay>: Anyway! You’ve already finished your work today, right?

<Edgeworth>: Yes, I finished my work in the courtroom today. It looks like we can have a nice holiday.

<Kay>: So, why don’t the three of us go play together! Bowling, karaoke, game centers, etc.!

<Edgeworth>: No ... I'm not very good at such things.

<Gumshoe>: Since it’s Friday night, why don’t we play around and recover from working hard! I think watching movies would be fun!

<Kay>: Yeah, you worked so hard this week! Now, let’s go play!

<Edgeworth>: *sigh*. Whatever I say, it’ll be a waste of time… If we must, at least make it a movie.

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<Gumshoe>: This Saturday morning is a nice time for a walk! I sometimes take a walk with Missile to build strength and give him training. As the “partner” of Prosecutor Edgeworth, I want to be useful in Ace Attorney Investigations 2!

<Gumshoe>: When investigating with a metal detector or collaborating with Missile, I will be second to none! Hey, Missile! Hmm? Is a scent bothering you? Aaaaa! Mi-Missile has run away! He must’ve smelled food.

<Gumshoe>: When this happens, I have to rely on the odor to chase after it! This is part of the investigation process! Uh… I lost him right away. When this happens, I have to prepare sweets that Missile likes to lure him in! … I’m so overwhelmed.

<Kay>: It’s a shame to keep Missile as a police dog. He stole away Samurai Dogs from this Great Thief and ate them…! I was trying to eat with Ema.

<Gumshoe>: Sorry about that, pal. By the way, what were you doing together? Collecting fallen leaves…?

<Ema>: We’re grilling Samurai Dogs on this fire we made from scientific chemicals!

<Gumshoe>: Huh. Scientific chemicals, pal…? Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Missile! Do you feel alright?

<Kay>: It’s fine! He ate it before we started the fire.

<Gumshoe>: Oh. I wish I got to have some...

<Edgeworth>: It’s not good to use chemicals to play with fire, Ema. Scientific research is important, but please use moderation.

<Ema>: Yes! Moderation! By the way, are you going somewhere?

<Edgeworth>: Yes. I have some business. ... I don't have much time, so excuse me.

<Kay>: ... Mr. Edgeworth, where are you going?

<Ema>: Fufufu. In this case, we can follow his footsteps! Using the power of science… in moderation!

<Kay>: Alright! Let's follow him… in moderation!

<Gumshoe>: They both have a strange definition of “moderation”...

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<Kay>: That overwhelming scale! I think I’m going to cry! That’s a first for an orchestra concert!

<Ema>: The powerful sound of brass instruments and the splendid melody of woodwind instruments! Scientifically speaking, changing between different sounds is what makes music good.

<Edgeworth>: Umm. While I was looking forward to today, I didn't expect you two to follow me.

<Kay>: I wanted to bring Gummy as well, but he had to walk Missile, so he couldn’t come with us.

<Edgeworth>: The detective can still hear the “Ace Attorney Investigations 2 Orchestra Arrangement Collection” CD. You can pre-order one at E-Capcom.

<Ema>: I already pre-ordered it, of course! I’ll also get the 1:10 figure of Mr. Edgeworth!

<Edgeworth>: A 1:10 figure of myself? I don't remember measuring my height, but ...

<Kay>: That's because I stole Mr. Edgeworth's height perfectly!

<Edgeworth>: I'm a little hesitant to say it in the orchestra hall, but let me just say one word.

<Kay>: "Objection!"

<Edgeworth>: Wha…? How did you --!

<Ema>: This must be the famous technique of the Great Thief, stealing the words right out of his mouth! How informative!

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<Edgeworth>: I have no plans today, so I will spend my time reading at a nearby coffee shop. Naturally, I want to relax on Sundays.

<Edgeworth>: I’m drinking high-quality black tea in a comfortable sunny place. Today is going to be a good day off.

<Edgeworth>: Speaking of which, the other day, a follower named “Wendy” greeted me here on Tweeter. I don’t know how to return messages, so I haven’t done so yet. Let me thank you here. Ms. Wendy, thank you for following me.

<Oldbag>: E… Edgey-pooooooo! I finally found youuuuuuu!

<Edgeworth>: Gah! What are you doing in this coffee shop ...!?

<Oldbag>: No way, Edgey-poo! Just now, didn’t you say this on Twitter? Didn’t you just say “Ms. Wendy, thank you”? You made this old lady so happy! I just ran around all the coffee shops and searched for you everywhere, Edgey-poo. The power of lo

<Edgeworth>: Do you talk too much to fit on Tweeter? So, “Wendy” was you! No matter how many coffee shops you visit, there’s no way you found me so easily… Are you hiding something?

<Oldbag>: If you say that without evidence, you’d tarnish the title of “prosecutor!” I have nothing to hide from my dearest Edgey-poo!

<Edgeworth>: Hmm… Even without evidence, if I read your reactions and feelings, I can expose the truth while only using my words.

<Oldbag>: Oh, I heard about this, Edgey-poo! Isn’t it called “Logic Chess”? I know everything about you, Edgey-poo!

<Edgeworth>: What do you mean by “I know everything?”

<Oldbag>: You see, it’s because I’m a security guard. Recently, because the whippersnapper who was there before me got fired, I was temporarily guarding the prosecutor’s office. At that time, I just so happened to see your address, Edgey-poo.

<Edgeworth>: …………… I didn’t even need to pull out information, and you’re already telling me the answer!

<Oldbag>: Oh. It was a slip of the tongue. I thought I would get to see Logic chess.

<Edgeworth>: Well, could you see it in Ace Attorney Investigations 2? Please excuse me, I have very important business to attend to.

<Oldbag>: You mentioned that you have no business today! Today, I will never let you go!

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<Edgeworth>: Ngh… That was quite the disaster today.

<Edgeworth>: I was too careful just because it was a holiday. I was neglecting my remarks and wasn’t vigilant of those around me ...

<Edgeworth>: Mm? Now “Tweeter” is showing something from “Wendy”. … “Sorry. - Wendy.” … I’m not going to respond to that!

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<Gumshoe>: Prosecutor Edgeworth, did you hear? Agent Lang is coming from the Republic of Zheng Fa!

<Edgeworth>: Hm. Is he also involved in an international case? I didn’t have the opportunity to talk to him for long the last time. If I have time, I’ll go greet him.

<Gumshoe>: The last incident was a difficult one. I couldn’t talk much with Agent Lang’s subordinates, either.

<Gumshoe>: There are 100 people who know about it.

<Edgeworth>: If you tried to talk to everyone, the sun would set before you did.

<Gumshoe>: To be honest, I gave up trying to remember my own face and name.

<Edgeworth>: That’s just being lazy!

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<Lang>: Yo, Mr. Prosecutor. It's strange to see you in a place like this.

<Edgeworth>: It's been a long time, Agent Lang. I never thought we would meet again at a restaurant like this.

<Lang>: I just happened to see this place while I was looking for somewhere I could go alone.

<Edgeworth>: Alone ...? That’s unusual for you. Aren’t you usually with your subordinates?

<Lang>: Well… Lang Zi says: “To know the feelings of a lone wolf, you should leave the pack.” Sometimes I do things on my own.

<Edgeworth>: Is that so? However, I see a contradiction right there on your table.

<Lang>: Hah! Is that the prosecutor’s famous “deduction”?

<Edgeworth>: For someone eating alone, you ordered a lot of “platters”, which seem to serve over twenty people.

<Lang>: Arooooooo! ‥‥Oops. It seems I have a habit of ordering too much. If you don’t mind, Mr. Prosecutor, would you take a little?

<Edgeworth>: It seems that you’re not very good at acting alone.

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<Kay>: Eh? Agent Lang’s coming here again?

<Edgeworth>: Ah, yes. Unlike before, though, it seems like he’s acting alone for some reason.

<Kay>: Isn’t that because it’s difficult to sneak around with too many people? It’s an important rule for a Great Thief!

<Edgeworth>: He is an “international investigator”, not a “Great Thief”. … Anyway, he seemed to come to this country for some purpose.

<Kay>: Then, we might meet him again at a crime scene.

<Edgeworth>: Even if we both desire to pursue the truth, our paths often run counter to each other. If I meet him in the field, we may argue.

<Kay>: That’s nice. I also want a rival that will change me as a person! Ahh… I wonder if they’re out there… the rival who wants to hunt down the Great Thief!

<Edgeworth>: If you want to be arrested so badly, ask Detective Gumshoe.

<Kay>: Ugh! You just don’t get it!

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<Kay>: It's finally February!

<Edgeworth>: Oh. So it is...

<Gumshoe>: I'm looking forward to February 3rd!

<Gumshoe>: At our police station, we will sow beans for the bean-throwing festival! February 3rd is a precious day when you can eat soybeans for free!

<Kay>: Every year, I challenge myself with how many beans I can throw! “Out with the demons, in with the fortune, and in with the Great Thief’s treasure!”

<Edgeworth>: Did you forget the most important thing?

<Kay>: I was just kidding! Of course I remember what’s happening February 3rd!

<Gumshoe>: There is no reason to forget the release date of Ace Attorney Investigations 2!

<Edgeworth>: Mm ... I hope.

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<Edgeworth>: It’s three days before the game goes on sale. I hope the followers look forward to it as well.

<Edgeworth>: Investigating in winter is necessary, even if it’s cold, and you can’t catch a cold before the game goes on sale. Ergo, please take proper measures against the cold.

<Edgeworth>: Speaking of which, Detective Gumshoe wears the same coat all year round. Doesn’t that get cold? Ah… maybe it’s just that his salary is too low to buy anything else.

<Edgeworth>: ……… Should I invite Detective Gumshoe for dinner? What little I know about his eating habits worries me. I don’t think he’d eat instant noodles in winter…

<Edgeworth>: There is a handmade udon restaurant near the prosecutor's office. The taste is satisfying for a reasonable price. ‥‥‥‥‥‥ Though, when it comes to inviting Detective Gumshoe, I shouldn’t limit myself to just noodles.

<Edgeworth>: Mm. I tweeted that it was only 3 days before the game’s release, but it was 2 days. I worked all night in the office yesterday. It seems my sense of time has gone haywire.

<Edgeworth>: What I tweeted then was contradictory… Pardon me. Thank you, followers who pointed that out.

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<Gumshoe>: This pork roast is delicious! This is my first one of the year!

<Edgeworth>: Detective Gumshoe. Stop eating while tweeting!

<Gumshoe>: I've been eating only plain pasta this year. I couldn’t help myself!

<Kay>: I could, but I still tweeted!

<Edgeworth>: It may not be instant ramen, but his eating habits are always in crisis.

<Gumshoe>: Ugh... every time I make a mistake while investigating, the cost of living becomes a crisis.

<Kay>: But the one who is in the most danger right now is Mr. Edgeworth, isn't it? I saw it in a commercial! He’s having his “biggest crisis!”

<Gumshoe>: I heard it too ... What kind of mistake did you make, sir?

<Edgeworth>: Don’t compare me to you! I don’t know what it is, but I’m not afraid of any crisis. No matter what happens, I simply do what I think is right.

<Kay>: As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! Well, you can always count on this Great Thief to help you in an emergency!

<Gumshoe>: Of course, I will help too! If you want to manage your living expenses in a crisis, sir, just leave it to me!

<Edgeworth>: First, could you try helping me as a detective?

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<Kay>: By the way, Mr. Edgeworth, what kind of person is your father?

<Edgeworth>: … Why would you suddenly ask such a question?

<Kay>: I just asked Mr. Shields. He said your father was a very good person! I also respect my dad, so I was a little curious about yours.

<Edgeworth>: When I was a child, he was someone I highly respected, and… the kind of man I aspired to be.

<Kay>: Huh? Is it different now?

<Edgeworth>: ……… About that… It’s difficult to explain. If you want to know the answer, please wait until tomorrow.

<Kay>: I see! The answer is hidden in Ace Attorney Investigations 2. I’ll be sure to steal the truth about Mr. Edgeworth!

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<Kay>: Gummy! Please decorate it from the right side!

<Gumshoe>: Here it is! Oh no, the decoration fell!

<Edgeworth>: What are you doing in my office in the middle of my workday?

<Gumshoe>: I’m off duty, but since today’s the eve of the release date, I’m preparing a party!

<Kay>: It's almost time to tweet! Mr. Edgeworth, please work and just ignore us!

<Edgeworth>: If you truly want that, then please stop climbing on my desk. … I’ll finish work soon, so please wait until then.

<Kay>: Eh! Are you going to help us?

<Edgeworth>: I would like to celebrate.

<Gumshoe>: That’s helpful, sir! Then, I’ll be sitting on the sofa and waiting until it’s time!

<Edgeworth>: ‥‥‥‥‥‥‥ Just wait in the corridor.

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<Gumshoe>: Cheers for the release of Ace Attorney Investigations 2!

<Edgeworth>: Hmm ... This party for the eve of the release is rather nice.

<Kay>: Ehehe. Tomorrow, we’ll give it our all!

<Edgeworth>: Umm. Thank you very much.

<Kay>: This is the last of our tweets ... It's a little regrettable.

<Edgeworth>: But I’m glad I had this opportunity to directly express my gratitude for the week. Those who were watching our tweets… let me thank you again.

<Gumshoe>: I still have something to talk about, but we’re already out of time!

<Kay>: But the eve of the release has only just begun! After this, you can talk to the development staff of “Ace Attorney Investigations 2” directly!

<Gumshoe>: Oh! Is that the plan?

<Kay>: I’m certain, because it’s information I stole from Capcom! It seems like it will start around 18:00!

<Edgeworth>: I do have a lot to ask, but let's leave that to the followers. Well then, excuse us for now.

<Edgeworth>: If you have any questions for the development staff, please quickly send them in!

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Translation notes first:

The localized foods are as follows:

dorayaki -> Samurai Dogs (since Missile also has a habit of eating those, though I don’t believe the original was dorayaki?)

somen -> instant ramen

katsudon -> pork roast

shirataki -> plain pasta

The “bean-throwing festival” is Setsubun, a festival where you toss soybeans and eat some in order to toss out bad luck and bring in good luck (to my understanding, please correct me if I’m wrong). What Kay said (minus the Great Thief part) is one translation of a phrase you shout while throwing the beans. I obviously gave up on trying to localize this.

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Original Japanese (minus breaks):

〈ミツルギ〉：『逆転検事２　発売直前記念』として、私が日頃思っていることを“つぶやく”ように言われたのだが‥‥どうすればいいのだろうか？

〈ミクモ〉：ダメですよミツルギさん！まずは自己紹介からしないと！

〈ミツルギ〉：ム。紹介が遅れてすまない。私の名前は御剣怜侍、地方検事局で検事をしている。ミクモくんに教えてもらったのだが、これが“ついたー”というものなのだな。

〈ミクモ〉：違いますよ！“ツイッター”ですってば！

〈ミツルギ〉：“ついったー”か。こういったアレは、あまり得意ではないのだが‥‥。

〈ミクモ〉：まあまあ。逆転検事２も発売間近ですし、ミツルギさんも言いたいこといっぱいあるでしょ？

〈ミツルギ〉：ム。確かにこういった機会は少ないから貴重ではあるな。

〈ミクモ〉：それじゃ、この大ドロボウ・一条美雲ちゃんが、つぶやく面白さをミツルギさんに教えちゃいますよー！

〈ミツルギ〉：そちらはあまり興味がないが‥‥まあいいだろう。それよりミクモくん。そろそろ仕事を始めたいのだが？

〈ミクモ〉：はーい！　それじゃ、また後で遊びに来ますね！

〈ミツルギ〉：（まあ、気になったことがあれば気軽につぶやくとするか）

〈ミクモ〉：ミツルギさん‥‥。心の声がつぶやきに出てますよ！興味津々じゃないですか！

〈ミツルギ〉：なッ！ついったー‥‥あなどれんな。

〈ミツルギ〉：もう１２時か‥‥優雅にランチといきたいところだが、そうもいかないようだ。先ほど刑事から新たな事件の報告が入ったのでな。いま、現場に向かっているところだ。

〈ミツルギ〉：イトノコギリ刑事は、“大事な物をなくした”と慌てていたようだが‥‥どうせたいした物ではないだろう。いまは捜査に集中するべきだ。現場に隠された真実を知るには、入念な捜査を必要とする。デスクワークだけでは分からないことも多いのだ。

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥現場に到着だ。ム？被害者の近くに“えんぴつ”が落ちているようだな。

〈ミツルギ〉：情報同士の共通点を探す。それこそが《ロジック》を追うということだ。逆転検事２でも《ロジック》を組み立てることが捜査の重要なカギを握っている。現場に残された“えんぴつ”と“イトノコギリ刑事がなくした物”‥‥２つの情報から導き出せる答えは１つ。

〈ミツルギ〉：イトノコギリ刑事！キミが無くしたというえんぴつが見つかったようだ。‥‥現場に余計な証拠品を残さないように。

〈ミツルギ〉：ふむ‥‥‥‥ようやく現場の真実が見えてきた。この事件は早急に解決できそうだ。

〈ミクモ〉：こんばんわ！約束通り遊びにきましたよ！

〈イトノコ〉：いらっしゃいッス！ミクモちゃん！

〈ミクモ〉：あれ？ノコちゃんもツイッターやってるんだ？

〈イトノコ〉：刑事仲間の間でも流行ってるッスよ。フォロワーもどんどん増えて、うれしい限りッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥“フォロワー”とは何なのだろうか？

〈イトノコ〉：えーと。自分のつぶやきを読んでくれる人たちのことッス。簡単に説明すると“トモダチの輪”って感じッスかねえ。

〈ミクモ〉：このつぶやきを見てくれている人たちも、たくさんいるみたいですよ！えへへ。なんだかうれしいですね！

〈ミツルギ〉：ふむ。トモダチの輪‥‥か。少々恥ずかしくもあるが、ありがたいことだな。

〈ミクモ〉：うーん。フォロワーとトモダチとはちょっと違うような気もしますケド‥‥。ま。喜んでいるみたいなのでいいや！

〈ミツルギ〉：明日も“ついったー”で、フォロワーに恥じぬ時間を過ごすとしよう。

〈イトノコ〉：お待ちしてたッスよ！御剣検事！

〈ミツルギ〉：ム。おはようイトノコギリ刑事。私よりはやく裁判所に着くとはめずらしいな。

〈イトノコ〉：フォロワーのみんなに、カッコ悪いとこを見せられないッスからね！遅刻しないように、昨夜は夕飯を抜いておいたッスよ。

〈ミツルギ〉：夕飯を抜くのと早起きをするのに、何の関係があるというのだ。

〈イトノコ〉：すさまじい“腹時計”で、朝ご飯の時間に目覚めることが出来るッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：（問題が多すぎて、指摘する気にもなれん。‥‥ここはあえて黙っているとしよう）

〈イトノコ〉：御剣検事‥‥。心の声のつぶやきが自分にも見えるの、分かってやってるッスよね‥‥？

〈ミツルギ〉：そろそろ開廷の時間だ。余計なセンサクをしていないで、法廷に向かうぞ。

〈ミクモ〉：みなさんこんにちは！大ドロボウ・ヤタガラスこと一条美雲です。ふっふっふ‥‥実はいま、傍聴席にいるんですよ！敵情視察も兼ねて、ミツルギさんとノコちゃんの法廷姿を見ておこうと思って！

〈ミクモ〉：あ！ミツルギさんがまた『異議あり！』って叫んでる！今日はこれで５回目ですねー。相手の弁護士さんも汗だらだら流してますよ。裁判官の木槌も激しくなってます！えーとなになに？“法廷内でのつぶやきは却下しま‥‥す？”え。ちょ、ちょっと！

〈ミクモ〉：ううう‥‥‥‥法廷内から追い出されちゃいました。さすがは逆転検事２の新ライバル“水鏡　秤”さん！優しそうな裁判官だと思ってユダンしていました。

〈ミクモ〉：これは思わぬ強敵ですよ！ミツルギさん、大丈夫かなあ‥‥？

〈ミツルギ〉：ミクモくん。今日は一体傍聴席で何をしていたのだ。

〈イトノコ〉：法廷から追い出されるミクモちゃんを見て、ビックリしたッスよ！

〈ミクモ〉：まさかつぶやきが禁止とは思いませんでした‥‥。大ドロボウとして、一生の不覚です！

〈ミツルギ〉：後悔するヒマがあるのなら、法廷のルールについてもう少し学んでおきたまえ。

〈ミクモ〉：どうせ退廷させられるのなら、もっとカッコ良く立ち去りたかったです！大ドロボウとしては！

〈イトノコ〉：‥‥そっちで後悔しているとは思わなかったッス。

〈ミクモ〉：それはともかく！　今日はもうお仕事終わりなんですよね？

〈ミツルギ〉：今日の法廷で仕事は一段落ついたからな。気持ちよく休日をむかえられそうだ。

〈ミクモ〉：せっかくだから、いまから３人で遊びに行きましょうよ！ボーリングとかカラオケとか‥‥ゲームセンターとか！

〈ミツルギ〉：いや‥‥私はそういったものはあまり得意ではないのだが。

〈イトノコ〉：まあまあ。金曜日の夜はパーッと遊んで、仕事の疲れを癒すものッスよ！映画とかもいいッスねえ！

〈ミクモ〉：今週もお仕事お疲れ様でした！さあさあ。遊びに行きましょう！

〈ミツルギ〉：まったく。いまのキミたちには何を言ってもムダのようだな。‥‥せめて、映画にしてくれたまえ。

〈イトノコ〉：土曜日の朝は散歩日和ッスねえ！ミサイル。体力作りとミサイルの訓練も兼ねて、たまに一緒に散歩してるッスよ。御剣検事の“パートナー”として、逆転検事２では自分も役に立ちたいッスからね！

〈イトノコ〉：金属探知機を使った捜査やミサイルとの連携なら、誰にも負けないッス！ねー。ミサイル！ん？何か気になるニオイでもあるッスか？ああああッ！ミ、ミサイルが走って行っちまったッス！ミサイルは食べ物のニオイがすると突っ走っちゃうッスよ。

〈イトノコ〉：こうなったら自分もニオイを頼りに追いかけるしか！こっちも捜査のプロッスからね！うぅ‥‥‥‥‥‥さっそく見失っちまったッス。こうなったら、ミサイルが好きなお菓子を用意しておびきよせるッス！‥‥本末転倒な気もするッスけど‥‥。

〈ミクモ〉：警察犬にしておくには惜しいですね、ミサイル。まさか大ドロボウから“どら焼き”を盗み食いするなんて‥‥！せっかく、あかねちゃんと２人で食べようとしてたのになあ。

〈イトノコ〉：おどろかせてすまねッス。ところで、さっきは２人で何をしてたッスか？落ち葉をこんなに集めて‥‥。

〈アカネ〉：ヒゾウのカガク薬品でおこした火を利用して、あったか～い “焼きどら焼き”を作ろうかと！

〈イトノコ〉：え。カガク薬品ッスか‥‥？ミミミミミサイル！お腹の調子は悪くないッスか！

〈ミクモ〉：大丈夫だよ！火をおこす前に食べられちゃったから。

〈イトノコ〉：ほっ。だったら良かったッス。

〈ミツルギ〉：ぜんぜん良くないだろう。カガク薬品を使って、公共の場で火遊びなど。あかねさん。カガクの研究は大事ですが、ほどほどにしていただきたい。

〈アカネ〉：はい！ほどほどにします！ところで、どこかにお出かけですか？

〈ミツルギ〉：ええ。少し用事がありまして‥‥。あまり時間がないので、失礼します。

〈ミクモ〉：‥‥ミツルギさん、どこに行くんだろうね？

〈アカネ〉：ふっふっふ。そんなときは足跡を辿ればいいんですよ！ほどほどにカガクの力を使って！

〈ミクモ〉：よーし！ほどほどに尾行しましょう！

〈イトノコ〉：２人とも‥‥ほどほどの使い方がおかしい気がするッス。

〈ミクモ〉：あの圧倒的なスケール！涙なしには語れません！オーケストラコンサートなんて初めてです！

〈アカネ〉：金管楽器の力強い音と、木管楽器の華麗な旋律！音のカガク変化を起こすことで、音楽は作られているんですね‥‥。

〈ミツルギ〉：うム。この日を楽しみにしていたかいがあったというものだ。‥‥まさか、キミたちまでついてくるとは思わなかったがな。

〈ミクモ〉：ノコちゃんにも聞かせてあげたかったな−。ミサイルの散歩があるから、一緒に来られなかったんですよね。

〈ミツルギ〉：刑事には、サウンドトラックＣＤ「オーケストラ・アレンジ楽曲集　〜奏でられし逆転〜」を聞かせるとしよう。いまからでもイーカプコンで予約出来るだろう。

〈アカネ〉：あたしはもちろん予約済みです！御剣検事さんの“1/10フィギュア”もバッチリゲットしますよ！

〈ミツルギ〉：私の1/10フィギュア？身長などを測られた覚えはないが‥‥。

〈ミクモ〉：そりゃもう、わたしがミツルギさんの情報をバッチリ盗んでおきましたからね！

〈ミツルギ〉：オーケストラホールで言うのはいささかためらわれるが‥‥一言だけ、言わせていただこう。

〈ミクモ〉：“異議あり！”‥‥ってね！

〈ミツルギ〉：な‥‥なぜキミが言うのだ！

〈アカネ〉：これが有名な大ドロボウの技“言葉を盗む”ですね。勉強になります！

〈ミツルギ〉：今日は特に予定が入っていない。近くの喫茶店で読書をして過ごすとしよう。‥‥さすがに、日曜日ぐらいは落ち着いて過ごしたいからな。

〈ミツルギ〉：心地よい日の当たる場所で、上質の紅茶を飲む‥‥。今日は良い休日になりそうだ。

〈ミツルギ〉：そういえば、先日“カオルさん”というフォロワーから、ついったーでアイサツされたのだが‥‥。アイサツを返す方法が分からなかったので、まだ返せていないのだ。ここで改めて礼を言わせていただこう。カオルさん、フォローしていただき感謝する。

〈オバチャン〉：ミ‥‥ミッちゃぁああん！やっと見つけたよぉおおお！

〈ミツルギ〉：ぐッ！ど、どうしてあなたがこの喫茶店に‥‥！

〈オバチャン〉：やだよミッちゃん！こないだこのツイッターとやらでアイサツしたじゃないか。さっきも“カオルさん、感謝する。”って言ってくれただろう？オバチャンうれしくなっちゃってねえ。ついついそこいらの喫茶店を巡ってミッちゃんを探しちまったのさ。愛のチカラっ

〈ミツルギ〉：は、早口すぎて“ついーと”におさまっていないではないか！しかも、“カオルさん”とは‥‥‥‥あなたのことだったのか！いくら喫茶店を巡ったといっても、こんなにカンタンに見つかるワケはない。‥‥何か隠していることがあるのではないか？

〈オバチャン〉：ミッちゃんったら、証拠もないのにそんなこと言っちゃ検事の名がすたれちゃうよ！オバチャンがミッちゃんに隠し事なんてするわけないじゃないのサ！

〈ミツルギ〉：フッ‥‥証拠品がなくとも、あなたの反応や感情を読み取り“言葉のみ”で真実を引き出してみせよう。

〈オバチャン〉：ああ。それならオバチャンも聞いたよ、ミッちゃん！《ロジックチェス》っていうヤツだろ？オバチャン、ミッちゃんのことなら何でも知ってるんだからね！

〈ミツルギ〉：“何でも知っている？”‥‥とはどういうことだろうか？

〈オバチャン〉：ほら。オバチャン警備員だからさ。このあいだ、前に勤めてた子がクビになったっていうから臨時で検事局の警備をしてたんだヨ。そのときにミッちゃんの住所がたまたま目に入っちゃってサ。

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥‥‥こちらから情報を引き出すまでもなく、自分で答えを言っているではないか！

〈オバチャン〉：あら。つい口が滑っちまったヨ。せっかくロジックチェスが見られると思ったのに残念だねえ。

〈ミツルギ〉：そ、それは逆転検事２で見ていただけないだろうか。私は用事があるので失礼する！

〈オバチャン〉：今日は用事がないってつぶやいてたじゃないか！今日という今日は、オバチャン絶対に逃がさないヨッ！

〈ミツルギ〉：く‥‥今日はさんざんな目にあった。

〈ミツルギ〉：休日だからといって気を抜きすぎていたな。自分の発言や周囲の警戒を怠っていたとは‥‥。

〈ミツルギ〉：ム？また“カオルさん”から私あてに“ついーと”が来ているな。『残念無念　カオル』‥‥と言われても、断じて誘いに乗るつもりはない！

〈イトノコ〉：御剣検事、聞いたッスか？ロウ捜査官が西鳳民国から来ているみたいッスよ！

〈ミツルギ〉：ほう。また国際的な事件に関わっているのだろうか。彼とはあまりゆっくり話す機会が無かったからな。時間があればアイサツぐらいは行くとしよう。

〈イトノコ〉：前回の事件は大変だったッスからねー。自分も、ロウ捜査官の部下の皆さんとはあんまり話せなかったッス。

〈イトノコ〉：なんせ知ってるだけでも１００名はいるッスからねえ。

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥全員と話そうとすれば、日が暮れてしまうだろうな。

〈イトノコ〉：正直、顔と名前を覚えるのもあきらめたッス。

〈ミツルギ〉：すべてをあきらめているではないか！

〈ロウ〉：よう。検事さん。こんなところで会うとはキグウだな。

〈ミツルギ〉：久しぶりだな、ロウ捜査官。まさか、このような飲食店で再会するとは思わなかったが。

〈ロウ〉：どっか１人で落ち着ける店を探してたら、たまたまここが目に入ったんでな。

〈ミツルギ〉：１人‥‥？キミにしてはめずらしいではないか。いつもの部下たちは一緒ではないのだろうか？

〈ロウ〉：まあな‥‥。狼子、曰く！“単独犯の気持ちを知るには、群れを離れるべし”ってな。オレだって１人になるときはあるさ。

〈ミツルギ〉：ほう？だが、それにしてはキミのテーブルにはムジュンがあるようだ。

〈ロウ〉：ハッ！検事さんお得意の“推理”ってやつかい？

〈ミツルギ〉：１人で食べるにしては、注文した料理は“大皿”ばかりで、量はどう見ても２０人以上に見えるのだが？

〈ロウ〉：うおおおッ！‥‥しまった。いつものクセでつい頼みすぎちまったようだ。よければ検事さん、少しもらってくれねえか？

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥１人で行動するのは、あまり得意ではないようだな。

〈ミクモ〉：ええ！ロウさん、またこっちに来てるんですか？

〈ミツルギ〉：ああ。以前と違い、なぜか１人で行動していたようだ。

〈ミクモ〉：それは、やっぱり大人数だと忍び込むのが難しくなるからじゃないですか？大ドロボウの鉄則です！

〈ミツルギ〉：彼は“国際捜査官”だろう。‥‥なんにせよ、彼には目的があってこの国に来ているようだったな。

〈ミクモ〉：それじゃ、また現場で会うかもしれませんねー。

〈ミツルギ〉：真実を追い求める気持ちは同じでも、時にはぶつかることもある。もし現場で出会うことがあれば、戦うことになるかもしれないな。

〈ミクモ〉：いいなあ。わたしも自分を高めてくれるようなライバルが欲しいです。ハア‥‥どこかにいないかなあ。大ドロボウを追い詰める好敵手！

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥逮捕されたいのなら、イトノコギリ刑事にでも頼みたまえ。

〈ミクモ〉：もう！そういうことじゃないんです！

〈ミクモ〉：ようやく２月になりましたね！

〈ミツルギ〉：ああ。いよいよだな‥‥。

〈イトノコ〉：２月３日が楽しみッス！

〈イトノコ〉：ウチの警��署では、節分の豆まきをやるッス！２月３日は、タダで大豆が食べられる貴重な日ッスよ！

〈ミクモ〉：わたし��毎年、投げられる豆をどれだけ受け取れるか挑戦してるんですよ！“鬼は外、福は内、大ドロボウは盗み”って感じで！

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥一番大事なことを、忘れているのではないだろうか？

〈ミクモ〉：冗談ですってば！２月３日といえば、もちろんアレですよね！

〈イトノコ〉：逆転検事２の発売日を忘れるワケないッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：ム‥‥ならばいいのだが。

〈ミツルギ〉：発売まであと３日。フォロワーの方々も楽しみに待っていてくれたまえ。

〈ミツルギ〉：冬場の捜査は、寒くてかなわないな‥‥。発売前に風邪を引くわけにはいかん。しっかり防寒対策をしなければな。

〈ミツルギ〉：そういえば、イトノコギリ刑事は年中同じコートを着ているが、寒くないのだろうか‥‥。ああ‥‥単に、給与が下がりすぎて買えないだけかもしれないな。

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥‥‥夕食はイトノコギリ刑事でも誘うとするか。彼の食生活は、はた目から見ていても不安になる。まさか冬にそうめんを食べていることはないだろうが‥‥。

〈ミツルギ〉：検事局の近くに手打ちのうどん屋がある。リーズナブルな値段の割に、味も満足のいくものだ。‥‥‥‥いかん。イトノコギリ刑事を誘うとなると、ついつい麺類にばかり考えがいってしまうな。

〈ミツルギ〉:ム。さきほど発売まであと３日とつぶやいたのだが、発売日はあさって‥‥あと２日だったか。昨夜は、執務室で徹夜仕事だったのでな。日付の感覚が狂ってしまったようだ。

〈ミツルギ〉:私としたことが、つぶやきが“ムジュン”していたとは‥‥失礼した。指摘してくれたフォロワーの方、感謝する。

〈イトノコ〉：カツ丼美味いッスぅううう！今年初めてのトンカツッスよ！

〈ミツルギ〉：イトノコギリ刑事。つぶやきながら食べるのはやめたまえ！

〈イトノコ〉：自分、今年は水炊き鍋で“しらたき”ばかり食べてたッスからねー。

思わず叫んじまったッス！

〈ミクモ〉：叫んだんじゃなく、つぶやきですけどね！

〈ミツルギ〉：ソーメンではなかったが、彼の食生活はいつも危機的状況だな。

〈イトノコ〉：うう‥‥捜査で失敗するたびに、生活費がピンチになるッスからね‥‥。

〈ミクモ〉：でも、いま一番危機が迫っているのは、ミツルギさんのほうなんじゃ？

ＣＭで見ましたよ！“最大のピンチ”だって。

〈イトノコ〉：自分も聞いたッスよ‥‥。いったい、どんな失敗をしちゃったッスか！

〈ミツルギ〉：キミと一緒にしないでくれたまえ！

身に覚えはないが‥‥ピンチを恐れていても仕方がないだろう。

私は、自分の信じる道を行くだけだ。

〈ミクモ〉：さっすがミツルギさん！いざとなったらわたしも力を貸しますからね。大ドロボウとして！

〈イトノコ〉：もちろん自分もッス！ピンチな時の生活費のやりくりならお任せッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥せめて、刑事として力を貸してもらえないだろうか。

〈ミクモ〉：そういえば。ミツルギさんのお父さんって、どんな人なんですか？

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥なぜ、いきなりそんな質問を？

〈ミクモ〉：さっき信楽さんに聞いたんですよ。ミツルギさんのお父さんは、すごく立派な人だったって！わたしもお父さんを尊敬してたから、ちょっと気になっちゃって。

〈ミツルギ〉：幼い頃の私にとっては、尊敬すべき相手であり‥‥目標でもあった。

〈ミクモ〉：あれ？いまは違うんですか？

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥‥‥どうだろうな。一言で説明するのは難しい。この答えを知りたいのならば、明日まで待ってくれたまえ。

〈ミクモ〉：なるほど！逆転検事２に真実が隠されている‥‥と。ミツルギさんの真実、私が盗んじゃいますよ！

〈ミクモ〉：ノコちゃん！そっちの飾りは、もっと右よりでお願い！

〈イトノコ〉：こっちッスね！あ、飾りが落ちたッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：昼間から、人の執務室で何をしているのだ。

〈イトノコ〉：今日は非番ッスからね！明日の発売日に向けて、前夜祭の準備をしてるッスよ！

〈ミクモ〉：そろそろ、つぶやく時間もなくなって来ましたからね！

ミツルギさんは気にせず仕事をしててください！

〈ミツルギ〉：そう思うのなら、机の上にのぼるのはやめていただきたい。

‥‥もう少しで仕事が片付くから、それまで待っていたまえ。

〈ミクモ〉：え！ミツルギさんも手伝ってくれるんですか？

〈ミツルギ〉：私とて祝いたい気持ちはあるのだ。

〈イトノコ〉：助かるッス！

それじゃ時間までソファーに座って待ってるッスよ！

〈ミツルギ〉：‥‥‥‥‥‥廊下で遊んでいてくれないだろうか。

〈イトノコ〉：逆転検事２発売に向けて、乾杯ッス！

〈ミツルギ〉：フッ‥‥前夜祭というのも良いものだな。

〈ミクモ〉：えへへ。明日には、わたしたちのカツヤクをお見せできるんですね！

〈ミツルギ〉：うム。感慨深いモノがあるな。

〈ミクモ〉：わたしたちのつぶやきも、これで最後になるんですね‥‥ちょっと名残惜しいです。

〈ミツルギ〉：だが一週間のあいだ、このような機会をいただけて良かった。直接、感謝を伝えることが出来るのだからな。私たちのつぶやきを見ていた方々。‥‥あらためて礼を言わせていただこう。

〈イトノコ〉：まだまだ話したいことはあるッスけど、もう時間ッスからね！

〈ミクモ〉：でも、まだ前夜祭は始まったばかりですよ！なんと！このあと「逆転検事２」の開発スタッフに直接質問ができちゃうんです！

〈イトノコ〉：へえ！そんな企画があるッスか！

〈ミクモ〉：カプコンから盗んできた情報だから、確実ですよ！１８時ぐらいから始まるそうです！

〈ミツルギ〉：私としても聞きたいことはたくさんあるのだが‥‥そこはフォロワーの方々に任せるとしよう。それでは、私たちはこれで失礼する。

〈ミツルギ〉：開発スタッフに聞きたいことがあれば、どんどん追及してくれたまえ！

#ace attorney #aai2 #(no spoilers though!)#miles edgeworth #kay faraday #detective gumshoe #my posts #really hoping there isn't some egregious error in there hahaha!#also hoping someone appreciates it half as much as I do #but even if no one does this was fun to look at

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craziestfangirl98 · 3 years

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My thoughts on Love, Victor season 2 cause I have too many feelings and I need to talk about it.

Disclaimer No. 1. This has massive Love, Victor season 2 spoilers so pleaseeeee leave if you have not watched it. Also if you do not want to engage with it.

Disclaimer No. 2: This is my opinion on the season so if you don't agree please leave. Don't come for me. I don't mind having proper discussions but I don't want unnecessary arguments so thanks.

There are a lot of unpopular opinions so as I said earlier if you don't want to be respectful, please leave.

I absolutely adoooooooored this season. I think it met its potential quite well and I liked how it panned out. I felt it was brilliantly done. I know a lot of people don't agree with me but I actually saw that it was gonna be an acquired liking but yeah.

THIS POST WILL BE GETTING TO THE MORE MAJOR PARTS OF THE SEASON. MEANING VICTOR, RAHIM, BENJI AND VENJI.

Let's start with individual breakdowns.

Right of the bat we see that this season is gonna deal with Victor with the rest of the world. The first season was very internal and dealt with his own stuff in his own head. We very minutely see his interaction with different people and how that internally affects him. This season was more of how the outward world dealt with him. His intersectionality of being a Queer POC that plays sport really adds to the discussions within the queer community and the sense of being outcasted within the community. I liked how he was able to talk to Andrew about the whole being 'the most non gay gay' and also not being 'gay enough'. It was really nice and I loved that interaction. I also liked the fact that they discussed the whole aspect of being stressed about the first time and such.

I liked the full cabin sequence in terms of his anxiety about having sex for the first time. That too with an experienced gay. It all just makes sense and makes me glad that it was addressed.

I loved him as the 'mentor' for Rahim and the fact that they could relate to each other about being POC with religious parents I think was the exact push needed for the discussions to move forward.

I think his conversation about his queer experience as a POC with Rahim was something I have been waiting for since the first season. He definitely should not have revealed Benji's secrets without talking to him and that was a mistake on his part and something that will affect Venji in a long while. But the fact that Rahim and Victor relied on each other was not surprising.

I am going to address the rest of the aspects of Victor with regards to his relationships with each of them after their individual breakdown.

Now moving forward to Benji.

I know its gonna be a hard truth but I think his character was the one that I liked the least. And this is specific to the fact that his motivations are hidden from us. He is not really open to talk to us (through victor). I had the same problem with him in the first season and was hoping he would be fleshed out more. We only see him as an extension to Victor and just his boyfriend. Even then, we barely see him communicating with Victor or anybody else all through the time. Also, that being said, I have seen a lot of people say he was OOC but I think he was actually not really OOC. The way he reacts to Victor's mom's reactions although they come from a place of wanting better for Victor, he doesn't really think twice about why Victor must not be reacting or doing so subtly. He feels very unsympathetic on many occasions and that is a pattern we see from season 1.

I'm not saying he didn't have any troubles of his. Cause he definitely did. We know that with the drunken driving episode and the AA meetings and the strip club story. They were all awful, but that doesn't excuse him from trying to understand where Victor is coming from. Maybe having a little more context and communication about him would make us understand him and his motivations better.

This season specifically, I actually found him to be very token-ish of a gay guy which is weird because it has two other gay characters (or 5 based on the multiple cameos).

Now getting to Rahim.

I LOVED HIM. He is, I think right behind Victor in my heart. I fell in love with him barely minutes into the episode. His coming out retelling was the most wholesome of all things. I loved the friendship Pilar and him shared. I'm surprised we didn't get a scene with Pilar teasing him about his crush on Victor but I think that was because the writers didn't want to make it obvious. I felt he had a character of his own that was explored more than just coming in between the main couple. The one episode where they skip school we found out more about him and it was intriguing to say the least.

He is a Muslim gay boy who likes to put nail polish and fashion and believes that his parents will not accept him. It is soo refreshing to see this theory get denied and the parents being completely okay with it. Next, Victor and him have an interesting relationship between the two. When victor needs his mind to be taken off of things or talk to, Rahim does just that and when Rahim needs some advice or just some support Victor does that.

NOW VENJI.....

I think this is again... a little unpopular right now, but... their relationship was not that great this season. And I.... kinda expected that to happen. That is for multiple reasons. They spent 50% of their time making out, 40% of it fighting and 10% communicating. Were they flawed? Absolutely and I get that. They had massive miscommunication problems. Trust issues and everything under the moon. It is to be expected especially cause they are teenagers and they are not mature enough. That being said, flaws are not when you are dismissive of your boyfriend's issues because he doesn't fit your ideal gay stereotype. Flaws are not when you say your boyfriend is too much for you to handle and say something like you are the only one taking care of them. That's manipulation. Flaws are not when you don't realise that the context your boyfriend comes from is very specific to himself and if you want to do better you need to be open to listen to where he is coming from instead of getting offended by him saying you are white when you don't get the specifics. You need to understand that by saying you are white, he is not dismissing your experience with alcohol addiction and with your father taking you to strip clubs and shit. He is just saying you don't get where I am coming from. The reason I say I saw it coming is because even in season 1 we see Benji go ahead with what he wants to do instead of thinking about the consequences. Case in point the kiss on Victor's birthday. Victor told Benji that his grandparents are homophobic and still he kisses Derek. Because it is fiction and a teen drama the consequences weren't dire and it came to be a growth point for Victor but just imagine if the consequences were different. If it ended up being something worse, what then. I feel this season we are especially able to see Benji out of the rose tinted glasses that Victor had last season.

That being said I admit that Victor was also not entirely good. He did breach Benji's trust. I don't see how they can go back from there. He didn't communicate from his side as well, but just think of it like this if someone says you are too much to handle would their partner actually be willing to communicate what's bothering them?

The things about Isabelle walking on sex. If it was my house anything remotely sexual, irrespective of the gender would have been met with shame and anger just as Isabelle did. They are 16. The little brother was right next door. In any way whether it is straight sex or gay sex it would still have been met this way I feel.

So yeah as much as they are supposed to be the main star couple of the show they lack in almost every aspect. So yeah...

Now coming to VICTOR X RAHIM

Straight off the bat, I don't know if I watched the same season that others did because I actually felt the chemistry between them was actually more than Venji had in scenes other than the make out ones.

Also, they come from similar backgrounds. They understand each other much better than any white dude could ever understand them. They actually talk and communicate.

Rahim and Victor on the other hand are both new to this whole being gay, out and proud thing and I feel they would understand each other better. I think a big problem people have with them is that the writers fall back on the love triangle trope and stuff but I like it in this instance. It made sense to me.

Why? Because they are teenagers. Also, the gay pool in schools are so small and people are bound to explore. Like Victor said, what are the odds that you end up with the first person you start dating?

Also, regarding the wedding. Benji said he would not come, so I don't think he has the right to question who he came with. It was completely innocent on Victor's part because he did invite Pilar first. I guess it is the whole first slow dance that was the betrayal and as much as their chemistry was palpable I feel Benji should have allowed to here him out. I don't know maybe you all feel different about it but I feel that is not a betrayal on Victor's part. What could have been a betrayal was the kiss. I know it is once again a repeat of the cheating stereotype and I had hoped that the showrunner's did it a bit differently but well it has happened. (But again the chemistry in that kiss!!!)

What do I want to happen next. I definitely ship Victor x Rahim more than Victor x Benji. I would love for it to be Rahim behind the door but it feels unlikely that the showrunners will actually do that so my hope is even if they get together, Benji and Victor realise just how much they don't fit with each other and break up amicably and then Victor x Rahim gets explored and slow burn happens.

I don't want Victor to be the only one apologising if Venji do get together again. For whatever small amount of time. I need them to communicate better.

So yeah..... this was long and what I thought of the main portions of Love, Victor. It's really ironic how people love everyone other than Victor in a story about him and care for all the stories other than him.

#love victor #love victor season 2 #rahim love victor #victor salazar #not gonna tag Benji cause I am not too forgiving on him #can you tell author loves rahim?#and victor #and especially loves them together?#Victor x Rahim #we need to come up with an appropriate ship name for them #Vichim? Rator? I don't know just something!#Anywho... Another one coming up sometime about the friends and family #kayblyeeee #first post in ages

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askaceattorney · 3 years

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Manfred Von Karma Character Essay

Dear Dakadondon,

I’m going to give it a go on a character essay on my favorite villain, Manfred Von Karma. I haven’t been able to find any on him and I feel like he’s often overlooked as the nothing-but-evil villain when there is so much more to him than meets the eye.

When we are first introduced to Manfred Von Karma, he both is the final boss of the game and a foil for both Phoenix Wright and his rival, Miles Edgeworth. He represents the karma brought down upon Miles Edgeworth’s shoulders by his actions in the first game, thus his name “karma” or “ Karuma,” which means “karma” in Japanese. This works in the same way with Franziska Von Karma representing Phoenix Wright’s karma in AA2. Since we are focusing on Manfred Von Karma, he will be our main focus.

We are introduced to Manfred Von Karma as Miles Edgeworth’s mentor, but it is in AA2 we find out he is much more than a mentor. He was also a father figure of sorts to Miles Edgeworth. This relationship is often overlooked, even by the game itself. We are told by Franziska Von Karma how Miles Edgeworth was like her little brother, but nowhere in the game does it ever mention or demonstrate how Miles Edgeworth would be the son of Manfred Von Karma. Even the anime never truly focuses on that portion. As a result, we, as the players, are like Godot in how we miss the obvious red on white part of the case, and instead focus on the mentor and student relationship. Like anyone, why would we believe someone as twisted and vindictive as Manfred Von Karma would consider Miles Edgeworth as a son? Yet, this same man considered him the student under Von Karma? If Sebastian Debeste’s relationship with his father could be father/son and mentor/student, why wouldn’t the same also apply to Manfred Von Karma and Miles Edgeworth?

To understand this father/son relationship Miles Edgeworth shares with Manfred Von Karma, we first need to understand why it is overlooked or taken out throughout the game. After losing his father, Miles Edgeworth practically lost everything. If we are to assume his father was the only family he ever had in his life, then this would mean he became an orphan. He was alone without anyone to care for or love him. All of a sudden, this Prosecutor, who had gone up against his father in court, takes him in under his wing. He gives Miles Edgeworth food, a home, a little sister, a family, education and training to become a Prosecutor. Before, Miles Edgeworth only had his father, now under the Von Karmas, he has a family. Manfred Von Karma gave Miles Edgeworth much more than his biological father ever did, when we take into account the mentioned family of Manfred Von Karma than just Franziska: a niece, a possible extra sibling(s) and a mother.

In the head of Miles Edgeworth, he is not deserving of this. He mentally believes he is responsible for the murder of his own father. He isn’t deserving of a family, a home or any of these things. This is a similar mentality he will eventually have with Phoenix later on after Turnabout Goodbyes. In turn, we have Manfred Von Karma, who is simply using Miles and his genius to have as his own. He knows of his crime of having murdered this boy’s father and yet is willing to provide this boy with a better life. It feels off for Manfred Von Karma, if we were to assume he’s your typical devilish bad guy with no moral compass. Though, if we were to take AAI2 into account in how he praises his wife’s cooking, despite being an amateur, and was willing to defend Delicia Scone’s innocence for no other reason other than, “she is innocent,” we can assume he does have some form of moral compass. At the very least, he is capable of love for those he considers family and will protect those he considers innocent. If we are to assume that he does love his family, or at least is capable of such, we can assume that there was a tiny bit of compassion he had in taking in Miles Edgeworth. Even if we were to reason that Manfred Von Karma was simply using Miles Edgeworth to cover up his own crime, no one can deny that Manfred Von Karma could’ve made him into a Cinderella or killed him under his care.

Of course, many would disagree this man would have a heart, if only because the game seems to imply that Manfred Von Karma took in Miles Edgeworth to beat the dead horse that was Gregory Edgeworth. Except, that would imply that Manfred Von Karma believes in spirits and was so passionate that he was willing to raise a child with severe trauma, nightmares and phobias. To put it simply, raising Miles Edgeworth, for Manfred Von Karma, would have been a nightmare in itself. Not only because he’d be having sleepless nights from a child, then teenager being up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, but also having to calm him down every time an earthquake hit, perhaps having to deal with Miles Edgeworth’s fear of elevators and there are the effects of DL-6 that took a toll on Miles Edgeworth. Anyone who knows anyone that deals with severe trauma will tell you that each day, minute and second that person is still living is a miracle. This is something Manfred Von Karma would be having to face every morning and night. For Miles Edgeworth, he believes he killed his own father and is not deserving of anything. Perhaps being a Prosecutor is his way of punishing himself, but it is also a goal he strives for that was placed upon him by Manfred Von Karma himself. You could say that Manfred Von Karma gave Miles Edgeworth a reason to live.

Knowing this, it makes sense why Manfred Von Karma framed Miles Edgeworth for the murder of Robert Hammond. This wasn’t about him ruining Miles Edgeworth’s life or revenge against Gregory Edgeworth. This was Manfred Von Karma running away from his problems, from his own guilt. We see in Turnabout Reminiscence how quickly Manfred Von Karma was willing to leave an investigation unfinished the moment he loses control. If you were to fail that game, before Manfred Von Karma demands Miles Edgeworth and young Franziska to no longer proceed in the investigation, he will stop the investigation right away or Franziska will win. It’s only after he demands there to be no more investigation that he no longer stops the investigation, but instead it is Calisto Yew or Tyrell Badd, who at one point sends his security to kick Miles Edgeworth and Franziska out. This means that the reason Manfred Von Karma wanted Miles Edgeworth to stop the investigation was because he no longer had control over the outcome. This makes sense for his character, who also left IS-7 after the events of DL-6. He’s the kind of man to run away from his troubles. If Miles Edgeworth’s trauma was trouble for Manfred Von Karma that he can’t ever get rid of, he will proceed to get rid of Miles Edgeworth instead.

The problem with Manfred Von Karma framing Miles Edgeworth for murder is that this adds another problem. Miles Edgeworth is now the supposed son of Manfred Von Karma. Keep in mind this is a man who obsesses over perfection. To frame his own son for murder goes against being the perfect father. Aside from his own personal problems, Manfred Von Karma has no reason to get rid of Miles Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth, while did suffer a few losses, is a valuable asset to Manfred Von Karma. He is Manfred Von Karma’s proud disciple and, if we were to assume he only has daughters, the only son he’s got. He is willing to throw away Miles Edgeworth, for what? Because of his own personal problems? Because he knows all of Miles Edgeworth’s troubles are caused by him? Because the only way to fix Miles Edgeworth is to admit that he was and is a terrible murderer and a criminal?

Much like how Manfred Von Karma represented the karma built upon all the deeds Miles Edgeworth had done, the same can also be said in reverse. For Manfred Von Karma, Miles Edgeworth is the result of his own karma. That karma will never go away and, so long as Miles Edgeworth continues to live in the Prosecutor’s circle, the karma of Manfred Von Karma will haunt him for the rest of his life, unless he decides to find closure. Whether that closure be through death or reconnecting with Miles Edgeworth, unless it is met, Manfred Von Karma will always be troubled by the karma he’s placed upon himself.

To describe Manfred Von Karma is someone that is obsessed with being perfect in every way to a fault. He has family, friends, people he loves and cares about, but is also a coward to face whatever troubles come his way. He is the opposite of Phoenix Wright, who is willing to face what he’s faulted and try to make things right. Manfred Von Karma represents a side to humanity none of us want to admit. We are very narcissistic and strive to be better than everyone else. Then, the moment we run into trouble where our true colors are shown, we tend to hide or run away like Manfred Von Karma.

When you consider the events of IS-7, it’s clear Manfred Von Karma made many mistakes in how he approached the case. He refused help from his detective, he continually tried to fight against the Defense that he was right, he used threatening tactics to force the Defendant to confess to a crime he didn’t commit, he overlooked other crimes that happened such as the two missing boys, and he changed the case file to the Defendant being the culprit - even though he accused him of being an accomplice to the crime. While he didn’t forge the Autopsy Report, he placed the blame of the penalty he received from his boss on the Defense, who didn’t do anything wrong. To add insult to injury, he orphaned and traumatized a child that now is under his care. Manfred Von Karma continually ran away from his issues, the vile acts that he has done. As a result, he refuses to acknowledge Miles Edgeworth as his son. If he can’t acknowledge it, why should the game?

Manfred Von Karma is one of the most morally gray characters in the AA game. He represents the worst of all humanity. He’s definitely not one to sympathize with, but not because we can’t, but because we don’t want to. I consider the best villains as those you could become at any point in time. Someone like Kristoph Gavin or Dahlia Hawthorne would be much harder to see in ourselves, since their circumstances came from other bad circumstances. Manfred Von Karma, I can see in anyone no matter the circumstances or life they live. So long as you believe yourself to be better than anyone else, you will always become another Manfred Von Karma.

Ironically enough, I do see a redemption arc in Manfred Von Karma, if he was to ever live after Turnabout Goodbyes. The reason is because, believe it or not, I did have issues with Narcissism about ten or so years ago. Of course, I wasn’t as bad as Manfred Von Karma, but I can also relate to him. As such, I also know that it only takes seeing yourself as better than everyone else to void yourself of all empathy or compassion for others. This also includes thinking your opinions are correct or others’ opinions are problematic. All it takes for a redemption arc is realizing where you’re wrong, apologizing, and making things right. Of course, you can’t erase your history, but you can make a better future, especially for those you have hurt. Luckily, we have Franziska Von Karma and Miles Edgeworth to demonstrate what Manfred Von Karma could’ve been.

- Mod Edgeworth

#dakdondondon #Mod Post #Mod Edgeworth #Character Essay #Manfred Von Karma

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ruorelabrealis · 3 years

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Behold the xiaoven oneshot I impulsively wrote without a title;

Notes: I didn't revise this yet so criticize if you must. This ship will be the end of me one day.

He really doesn't want to fight Venti. Xiao thinks as he waits in the room below the stadium, hearing the crowd cheer aa the last battle's winner is declared.

He spends like last seconds before stepping out for the next battle composing himself.

Venti, the Anemo Archon, Xiao knows, is the same boy who plays beautiful melodies on his flute and makes flower crowns for the village children. Just the thought if him beaten up is enough to make Xiao grimace slightly.

Still, He can't let Rex Lapis' name be tarnished just because he would pity this certain bard if he'd see wounded, beaten up, green clothes torn, hair in a mess... He sighs.

He doesn't know the reason why Rex Lapis was so eager to participate in this Mondstadtian event. All he knows is that he is to dutifully follow his every command. This one isn't an exception.

If he thinks about it Rex Lapis has given him far worse requests than this. This wasn't even a big deal.. supposedly. If only he hadn't heard that bard's tune that night.

The huge cage-like door that divides Xiao from the main arena opens, snaps Xiao away from his brooding, and a duplicate of it does the same on the other side.

Across the even grounds of dirt and dust he sees the familiar shades of aqua blue braids and how the wind violently thrashes with the white cecilia kept on his hair and the white hood at the back. Venti is... not wearing his usual attire. This must be the stuff he wears as an archon, Xiao concludes as he assesses the silk garments and flamboyant gold linnings.

He can almost feel it, the smile coming from that direction.

Meanwhile Xiao narrows his eyes at the figure, pulling out his spear and warily stepping half an inch forward when he sees that the other does not draw a weapon.

When the two step out where the shadows no longer proon over them and into the sunlight making it's declaration under the absence of a roof above the battle field.

The crowd's cheers louden. Many cheering for Mondstadt as they were on it's grounds. Familiar faces looking down upon Xiao which he does not need to look back at to know who. They're assessing him.

He could feel the thrill of excitement vibrating from the stands and how Xiao hates being in the spotlight.

The crowd's screams soften into doubtful murmurs when they take in the sight of the Xiao's oponent. What is a mere bard doing battling a skilled adeptus? they must be thinking.

"Boy, get out of there!"

"You're gonna get yourself killed!"

"This is boring we have a clear winner already"

Such idiots they were, Xiao thought. Although he could not really put the blame on them, only few knew of the bard's true identity and those who did either gasp or have a solemn line on their lips.

Against the growing protests and remarks of doubt amongst the people, Venti only grins wider. The mischief never leaving his eyes.

"Xiao, Conquerer of demons, Mighty Yaksha!" Xiao cringes at the call of his name, "versus... Venti.." The anouncer declares with lack of climatic rise at the last part.

"That's my name" He hears the boy chuckle from afar. "So dear adeptus, shall we start?"

Venti's stance is slovenly, showing no conduct of offense or defense. Xiao's grip on his spear tightens. Hesitation begins to flood his senses voices saying 'Him too?' 'No more' He inores them all eyes shut.

He trudges forward with his spear swiftly. The attack is quickly evaded with a burst of wind. Xiao might admit it wasn't his most precise attack but it was one nonetheless and he can't help but feel a gush of relief that it was dodgable.

"How rude, surely we must start with proper introductions, even if we are in a battle field," Venti says after finding his footing, placing his hands on his hips.

"So, who shall go first?"

"I know who you are," Xiao says, they are now on the opposite sides of where they had started.

That statement was meant to cut this conversation short but Venti only beams in pride, "My my how delighted I am that the breeze had blown my name to Liyue. Shall i sign a poster for you?"

"You can drop the act or I'll tell them your true identity right here right now," Xiao says knowing that thr winds would shield the audience from picking up this conversation.

"You wouldn't." Venti challenged. Xiao attempts another front attack with his spear that is evaded again. And another right after that pointing to Venti's head, he ducks.

"Hmph fine, so you already know who I am, What about you then? Do I know you?" Venti says after avoiding all of Xiao's plays.

His patience is wearing away. "Xiao. loyal server of Rex Lapis, yaksha. The announcer told everyone earlier, maybe you were too caught up in presenting yourself to hear."

Venti disregards the remark and frowns, "Your telling me about the warrior, the one who follows commands, I'm not asking for him. I'm asking about you. I want to know who Xiao is."

Xiao beginning to get more frustrated by the constant philosophical sentennces, only ignored that comment and lands another attack only rougher.

"Don't tell me you don't know who he is?" Venti questions after multiple dodges.

Xiao stares dumbfoundedly, spear pointed at the other boy's chest. A meter away from peircing through. "Ofcourse I know who I am,"

"Do you really?"

He stays silent at that and the other boy only frowns more.

"Enough chit chat we want to see action!" A random voice shouts from the crowd. "Yeah!" And a chime of voices agree.

"Alright alright" Venti rolls his eyes at whatever direction, "It seems we have to cut our introductions short, my apologies,"

"No apologies needed." He had opted to make this quick, fewer riddles to think about would help in that matter.

At one point, Xiao notices the crowd getting evidently used to their battle pattern. Attack, Dodge, Attack, Dodge. That was all that was ever seen. Venti never went on an offensive and that was all Xiao did. Neither ran out of stamina.

At one point it's the hundredth or so attack Xiao lands, when the sunny skies suddenly blink to night. Cheering was replaced by the familiar sound of the Dihua flute. And Venti's armour flickers to the green clad attire he normally wears.

When Xiao blinks the world goes back to normal and he realizes that his spear is an inch away from the other boy. He staggers on his feet, aim clumsly redirecting to the empty space beside him.

In the crowd's eyes it looked like Venti has yet again dodged Xiao's attack but those in the battle field could clearly tell that Xiao made a mistake. Venti sees this.

He makes a step forward to the recovering adeptus. "If you have no plan on fighting you should declare a defeat now before time runs out."

"I won't let down Morax's name" Xiao replies, though it, too, sounded to him that he was desperately convincing himself rather than the archon.

Xiao was about to land another attack when the Archon begins drawing out a bow from wherever it came from and shoots Anemo embedded arrows.

Xiao doesn't dodge, he doesn't need to, the arrows are shooting right past him forming a circle with him being it's center.

Is the Anemo Archon belittling him? He was about to ask just so when a bursts of air coming from every direction where the arrows were shot shakes the arena resulting in a cloud of dust in the battlefield.

A smoke screen, he realizes. Had this been his plan all along? The other boy could no longer be seen admist the fog of brown dust and Xiao is ready to defend himself from all attacks he might pull.

What he wasn't ready for was the Archon's body slamming against his, both of them fall on the ground. Venti is ontop of him, pinning both of his arms to the floor. Shit he was caught off guard.

Despite his feeble form the boy's grip manages to keep Xiao pinned to the ground. Had he used less energy than this Xiao would've successfully broken free.

"What makes you think I'd hurt you?" The Archon asks out of nowhere as Xiao struggles to move. Wrong question to ask really, to an adeptus whose been in bloodshed for as long as he knew.

"Get off," He warns.

"I'm sorry, this will only be painful for a little bit," Venti apologizes, to his surprise, looking genuine despite his micheivous demeanour. He bends down to the point where Xiao can't see anything but the bright glow of blue eyes fading to green.

Venti's lips touch his own. Xiao lets out a burst of surprise from the sudden act.

He tries to ignore the alarming amount of heat creeping upon his cheeks as he attempts in breaking their contact.

But then he softens, and how he curses himself for it. He closes his eyes and melts into the other boy's kiss.

As the kiss goes on longer the more his grip is lossening on his spear, the more of his struggling to get out of Venti's hold and protests in his mind die down.

Until he feels Venti pull away and refuses to meet his eyes.

As the other boy's eyes seem to light up, literally, and he can see the reflection of his own glow. He feels a gush of air arise in his viens and flows everywhere throughout his body.

Despite what Venti had said, it isn't painful at all, he notices, only a tad uncomfortable. It's like getting a vaccine shot.

As the unknown gas stems to his inner organs, all the hidden tension in his body completely slips away. He feels numb but the voices in his head disappear. He can no longer move, he can't feel his fingers, legs or anything for that matter.

Then suddenly he remembers Zhongli saying "Acharis Demeanti, An ancient spell only to be used by archons. Causes the victim to be rendered immobile by the touch of an Archon's lips"

He is left there lying on the ground by his spear as Venti walks away. He looks at the clouds that pass by as he remains still.

The cloud of dust that was surrounding them dissipates as a burst of anemo energy is shot out of the boy's hands. Venti stands there, hand on his hips and the other stretched out to wave as the crowds cheer.

"Venti wins!"

Some look to be in confusion. And the millions of murmurs about what could've happened within the vision obstructing cloud of dust that made the strongest adeptus lose.

I'm sorry, he thinks as he sees Zhongli frown from the corners of his eyes.

"Drink this," Venti comes into his view a moment later, looking down so that Xiao could see him. He places a bottle of bright blue liquid onto Xiao's open palm and winks before he's out of sight.

Minutes later when he feels that he can move his fingers enough. He plays with the small glass bottle in his hands and feels the anemo energy stored inside it.

This could be another trick, he ponders. But would Venti be the type to pull another stunt right after a battle. After consideration, he gulps it. It tastes like... Dandelion wine?

Whatever witch brew that was, The trance he was in completely fades as he stands up and leaves the open arena.

"Rex La– Zhongli, my apologies.." He says, guilt rising from his stomach, as they walk out of the stadium amongst the crowd.

Zhongli waves it off. "There is no need for that, I'm not mad" It's hard to tell, he has that same stoic expression. "We should've known he'd pull a trick like that,"

"But"

"You were rendered uncapable of continuing the fight because of his spell, were you not? It isn't anything to apologize about" Zhongli questions.

That only made Xiao feel even worse, for his grip on the weapon had loosened long before the spell had made it's way to his body. But he did not argue any further.

"Now, We ought to find Childe and have dinner–"

Two loud voices in the plaza nearby cut him off. "What was that" A man with blazing red hair crosses his arms.

"Hey, I won didn't i? Now you have to treat me to a years worth of wine haha!" Venti cheers to himself, looking proud and victorious even if from afar he looks like a child being scolded by it's guardian.

"You cheated, didn't you" The taller one acusses.

"Rules don't say anything about me not using magic alright? I won fair and square!" Venti huffs and glances to his side, his eyes widen in delight, "Right Xiao?"

The man in question turns away, embarassed. But Zhongli walks toward them, to his demise.

"My apologies for his actions" The man– Diluc– bows to him, placing one hand to his chest. Zhongli shakes his head stepping forward, while Xiao keeps a distance.

"Although I hate to say this, He's right," Zhongli says proving his statement when his eyebrows crease "Congratulations" He sounds bitter.

"See! I told you so!" Venti turns back to Diluc.

"That doesn't mean you should go smooching around placing the forbidden Archon's spell on people!" Xiao only backs away more at the phrase 'smooching'.

"Adepti," And turns even redder when Venti doesn't correct him about it.

"Not the point." Diluc sighs and brings a hand to his forehead.

"Hmph. I'll make it up to you later Xiao! I promise!" Venti promises to the boy before lightly skipping away, "Now, thou art must be taking my leave! Farewell! For the vin we must retrieve!"

"Where do you think you're going?l!" Diluc shouts but Venti doesn't stop.

"Wine! wine! wine! Here I come!" He says in a sing-song manner and disappears to a burst of feathers before Diluc could reach him.

Xiao thinks he peeks at mirth-filled blue eyes one last time before they vanish, What exactly did he mean by 'make it up to you'.

The endddd tundundun i don't know what to write as a continuation.

#xiaoven #genshin fluff #because i was bored #why did i do this #this is why i can't have nice things #genshin

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Wilbur/Tommy/Quackity Lore

This is a tad late but it was very good and I love c!Wilbur so much man.

Wilbur meets Tommy in L’manhole where Tommy shows him all the stone he got. Wilbur tells Tommy that he forgot he asked Tommy to do that but has a new mission for them.

Wilbur found the book Quackity left him and wants to go see him in Las Nevadas. On the way there Wilbur sees Purpleds blown up UFO and describes exactly how the TNT would have been set up to make it blow up that way and how there are still half slabs there because they are more resistant than normal blocks.

The two make their way to Las NEvadas and meet Quackity where Wilbur asks Quackity if he can join (as he assumed the book Quackity left him was an invitation). Quackity declines saying that he knows what Wilbur did to L’manberg and he won’t allow that to happen to Las Nevadas. Wilbur is surprised and tries to convince Quackity saying that he has changed, he doesn’t lie anymore, he doesn’t even remember anything about TNT (which is a lie, see Purpleds UFO conversation), he tells Quackity that he knows things that could help, he’s run nations, he’s won elections but Quackity continues to turn him down.

Quackity tells Tommy he would love to discuss him joining the county but that Wilbur’s ‘services’ are not needed at the time.

Wilbur runs around asking what part of the land actually belongs to him. Wilbur eventually finds an area directly beside Las Nevadas that Quackity refuses to say if it is his or not, dodging the question.

Wilbur asks Tommy how much of the stone he has on him. Quackity and Tommy have a quick side conversation about Tommy stone mining prowess as Wilbur walks off and begins mining a tree saying he's “getting to work” when they question him.

Wilbur tells Quackity that it was lovely to see his nation and tells him that there's no point to capitalism without some healthy competition (aka Wilbur is gonna build a similar country right next to Las Nevadas).

Throughout the conversations with Big Q Wilbur consistently tells Tommy to get beside him.

Wilbur runs over to a section of beach and builds a little platform out of stone proclaiming it their new headquarters.

Quackity is offended but not comp[l;etley surprised, he seems to welcome the competition that WIlbur will bring. Even congratulating Wilbur, though in an underhanded way.

Tommy tells WIlbur that he doesn't want to start a country, that he want to go to Las Nevadas with Big Q but Wilbur brushes him off, saying they will talk about it later.

Quckity stops Wilbur saying that he should listen to Tommy and take his opinions into consideration as he talks over Tommy himself.

“You’re not listening to me, you’re speaking over my...”-Tommy

Quackity pulls Tommy over into a conversation.

“I have utter faith that Tommy will make the right decision”- Wilbur

Wilbur turns his back (still listening in the VC) and Quackity and Tommy chat.

Tommy asks Quackity about his eye and Quackity asks him if he has ever heard about the butcher army. Tommy says yes, but he’s just aware of the name. Quackity explains that he got it when they went to kill Techno. Tommy asks where he was at this point. “Cause if this was when I was in exile you’re meaning to tell me you out in all the effort to kill Techno instead of helping me? You know I needed help and no one came to see me”- Tommy

During this conversation Wilbur stays where he left them, making a few tools.

Quackity defends himself by saying that so many things happened when he was in exile and that he would love to sit down and discuss everything with Tommy later. From there he offers to haveTommy run the restaurants in the country.

At this point Wilbur messages Tommy asking if they’re done yet to which Tommy replies that Quackity is telling him about ‘scran’. Wilbur says that they have work to do and Tommy asks what he means by that.

Wilbur calls out, saying that they’ve had long enough, asking if they’re coming out.

Quackity makes sure that Tommy understands that he is allowed to join but WIlbur is not. Tommy asks for some space as he runs back over to Wilbur who questions Big Q “What are you doing to him?” then messages Tommy “is he going to hurt you?”.

Tommy replies “Dunno. I can take care of whatever”

At this Wilbur says that he’s coming over, running past Tommy and asking where Quackity is.

Wilbur tells Tommy that he heard the conversation between him and Quackity and asks him if he really believes what Quacktiy said to him. Wilbur says that if he joining with Quackity yes he will have a job but...it would be boring. “I’m not gonna stop you man but...you’re all I’ve got.”- Wilbur

Wilbur says that Jack is too busy with the hotel and Phil has got some new opinions regarding authority that he’s not thrilled about.

Wilbur says that he doesn’t want to make a country, he wants to make an HQ where they can be safe for once.

Wilbur tells Tommy that he deserves some safety and a sanctuary and he won't be able to get that in a casino, they’re all plastic and fake, the thing that has true security is family, blood.

Tommy says that he doesn’t want to make his mind up now but Will pressure him to make a decision. “Tommy I love a challenge, this is exciting.”- Wilbur

Wilbur says that this side of the river has safety. “If you chose Las Nevadas I’d never hurt you, I’d never want anything bad for you just know what you’ll be doing to me.”- Wilbur

Tommy tells Wilbur that he does want a place to feel safe, that he has been putting revenge first for too long (“I betrayed Technoblade and I just couldn’t admit it and I did the wrong thing with Tubbo. I can’t go against family anymore”- Tommy).

Tommy decides to stay with Wilbur.

Wilbur and Tommy decide to make a giant penis in the lake between their two areas.

Wilbur and Quackity begging to yell at each other all the bad things they have done to try and convince Tommy who he should join until Wilbur mentions the pit.

“Remember the pit Tommy, don’t trust people who would have fought you in the pit.”- Wilbur. Throughout this exchange Tommy is silent.

Quackity tells Tommy to remember, as he is building this new place with Wilbur, what happened to the last country they built together.

In their conversations Wilbur makes sure that where he is standing is taller than Quackity.

“He is my yang”- Wilbur

“Tommy you aren’t smiling...we won!”- Wilbur

Quackity comes over to where Tommy is standing and Wilbur runs to him, sword drawn telling him not to come towards Tommy. “Let me speak!”- Tommy

“I just don’t want him to hurt you”- Wilbur

“I can fend for myself you weren't here for a long time”- Tommy

Tommy says that they said they were gonna make him feel safe and he doesn’t. “That was weird, don’t do that”- Tommy. Wilbur says that he won't do it again but Quackity will.

Quackity apologizes, saying that this was unkind and offers them a tour.

Wilbur says that in the future that despite his and Quackity’s differences they will keep Tommy out of it. They begin the tour.

Aa they go along Wilbur tells Tommy that he takes back what he said, that he would be okay with Tommy working here as long as he still came to hang out with Wilbur.

They go over to use one of the gambling machines. Tommy loses Linda to the machine;

They head up the top of the tower. (A replica of The STRAT hotel in vegas. Just a tall tower. Kinda like the Seattle space needle.) Tommy mentions that this would be a good place to just jump off and end it all, causing Wilbur to freak out and tell him to get away from the edge.

Quackity and Wilbur go inside to find a place to sit and Quackity asks Wilbur how he is alive and Wilbur tells Quackity that he was swapped with Ghostbur.

They go to Tommy inside but he has fallen slightly down. Wilbur uses a water bucket to help him up “I’ve always got you Tommy” and they head inside to talk. Quackity says that he wants to pick Wilburs brain aging, just like the conversation after the debates. Wilbur says that he has lost everything but he wants to improve from his past mistakes.

Quackty asks who he’s seen since coming back.

Jack, Phil, Ranboo, Tommy, Quackity.

Wilbur says that there are more people he wishes he could see to tell them he;s alive and that he’s sorry.

Quackity asks what Wilburs plans for the future is, mentioning that Tommy doesn't have to make a choice in his place yet.

Tommy interjects talking about how easy it would be to live in Las Nevadas but that it would be too relaxed, he doesn’t want to sit and run a food stand “Wilbur get’s things done.”

Quackity says he respects Toimmy’s decision but he wants him to know that this is not L’manberg, this is something else.

Wilbur goes into full facecam and types something out.

Tommy says that he still wants to be around Las Nevadas, just doesn;t want to be involved in the contracts and such.

Quackity once again asks about the revival. Wilbur says that Dream brought him back, Tommy interrupts saying that Dream didn’t just bring Wilbur back, he killed Ghostbur. Wilbur says that Dream is one of the people he wants to thank, “he saved me, he’s my hero.”

Quackity asks when this happened and Wilbur says that Ghostbur has been in limbo for almost three years, that every day is a month there.

Quackity quietly says that this must have been after his visit he then tells Wilbur outwardly that he has been visiting Dream. “He must love that!”- Wilbur

Tommy tells Wilbur that the prison is where he died, that Dream killed him to prove a point. Wilburt tells Quackity that eh needs to find Dream as Quackity informs them that the security measures on Dream have been increased

[at the same time]

“Sam's a fuckhead.”- Tommy

“There’s a warden?”- Wilbur

Quackity explains how you get to see Dream and seems surprised that TOmmy didn’t tell Wilbur.

“You’ve been going to torture the shit out of [Dream] I’ve heard.”- Tommy to Quackity

Quacity asks how Tommy knows about this.

Wilbur asks if going through the visitation was how he was resurrected. Wilbur then tells Quakcity that it has been lovely but he has to go, “I have work to do”.

Wilbur begins to run off so that he can go to the prison to thank Dream. Tommy tells him that he can’t do that.

“If you don’t want me to visit Dream, genuinely, I won’t, but you gotta let me.”- Wilbur.

Wilbur tries to convince Tommy by saying that this is just him tying off loose ends, but Tommy knows what happened when you try and see Dream ‘for the last time’.

Wilbur says that they will talk next time.

“What could go wrong in a prison.” (Wilbur ends stream)

#dream smp #dream smp recap #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #quackity

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ficsnships · 3 years

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Y’all I know that I said I was going to post my review of AHW latest episode last Friday, but I’ve been so stressed and tired lately that I didn’t had the energy to do so. But here it is, the review no one really asked for of American Housewife episode 5x09 “The Heist”.

I am really liking Second Breakfast 2.0 squad, Tami and JD bring a different vibe. BUT I still want Doris back! I thought that JD wanted to adopt not getting an egg donor and a surrogate. Loved Tami’s line about his uncle being with a celebrity on his AA meetings, someone who’s name sounded like “Shmel Bibson” 😂. I loved how goofy that whole story arc was. Breaking in the clinic, then getting caught by the cops and Katie’s reflex was to scream to “flush the evidennce” she was a wild teen, wasn’t she? I LOLed when she said that about Martha Stewart and Snoop Dog. Lol, Katie needs better role models.

Taylor hanging with the Joshes was really fun too. That rage room was awesome! I want to go to one, though I’m pretty sure I’ll hurt myself, I am pretty clumsy. What one of the Joshes said about her, that going to the rage room would be healthy for her since she was full with rage. And Katie saying, it’s not rage, it’s hate. LOL. Taylor and Greg’s scenes were great. Walter being super suspicious about their relationship, lol. “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!” “And you are her daddy!” Lol.

Poor Greg! He never gets a break from his family antics. I thought that the motto Katie suggested was really funny, “Make Westport Greg Again” 🤣. “As someone without integrity it feels like an attack”. I think, this episode, Katie was the most Katie this season. Katie’s photo on the newspaper was hilarious.

One of the two things besides COOLIVER content this episode, was that Anna-Kat finally interacted with Oliver again, I think the last time they were together was on 5x03, when Oliver, Cooper, Franklin and her were eating pizza, and they didn’t even talk to each other they were just in the same scene, lol. So I was so happy that she had amazing scenes with her brother and her future brother in-law. 😜 She’s so proud of her boy being amazing at everything, lol. Franklin is a keeper for sure. The way he described Cooper’s sandwich was so poetic.

And finally what y’all really want, COOLIVER:

They really said, let’s give these suckers the best Cooliver content without making them canon, so they keep watching... lol.

I’ll start with Trevor, he was so unnecessary mean to Cooper, he didn’t need to tell him that he was useless and call him “toothpick legs”. Like, dude, Cooper was the least toothpicked legged dude in tha room, 😂. But, let’s be real, he wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t completely true about Cooper not being... helpful. And I do agree that he could’ve invested in the app, and then he’d have had a say in the app development process. We know Cooper has a great eye for decoration/design so he could’ve helped desing the app graphics or whatever. Writers being lazy. Cooper asking Oliver to “defend his honor” was the most boyfriendish/gay thing he has said to Oliver, and that’s saying something, lol. And Oliver defending him, not fast enought though and also complementing his not-boyfriend and saying he’s essential to their work, lol. I think that he should’ve said something else besides the eyebrow stuff, once Trevor was gone, when he was trying to reassure Cooper, he had already complemented him last a few episodes back about his “impeccable eye for design”.

Cooper looked so sad eating that ice cream. 😢 And did y’all see Oliver’s worried face while looking at his not-boyfriend? It was as if he wanted to protect Cooper from all the pain in the world. Then when Anna-Kat and Franklin were being kinda mean to Cooper, he looked up to see Oliver in the most adorable sad way, he was literally this emoji 🥺,like he was saying “aren’t you gonna say something?” and our boy obviously understood and defended Cooper again. But it was great that the three of them tried to help Cooper find what he’s good at. Oliver was really trying to say something nice about Cooper’s drawing, lol. And then Cooper lashing out on Franklin, and Oliver’s face was like “Now, let’s not be mean Cooper”. Cooper joke’s were so bad they were funny. “I love your observations” what else do you love about Cooper, Oliver 👀? He was being very supportive though. That scene reminded me a little bit of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Oliver being Miriam, supporting his not so funny husband, and Cooper being Joel, wanting to be a comedian but not being goog at it, lol. Oliver trying to cheer up Cooper, telling him that he was more than just his money, telling him that he has tons of qualities and character. And then Cooper asking for a compliment about his looks, lol. “You’re outfit is fire right now” while checking him out, LOL! Who knew Cooper could cook? Loved Cooper’s face when he said “I am a chef”, he was so happy! And that suuuuper gay comment Oliver said, “You are gonna wear the crap out of those black-and-white checkered pants” 👀. JUST DATE AND KISS ALREADY! They love each other so much 😫.

Now let’s be a little critical about the episode:

Is it me, or they’ve made Cooper dumber? Like, he wasn’t that dense before. Maybe is the fact that he’s completely out of his comfort zone, living with the Ottos, no credit cards, no hired help. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but that’s how I feel about his character development this season. Like they give him more background and depth, but at the same time took away some of his brain... I also didn’t completely bought that Cooper could cook, I’m happy they give him a passion or something other than fashion and interior design to be good at, but I think is not really that believable. I’ll go with it however, for my own sake, lol.

Other thing that kinda bothered me was that Oliver said that Cooper accepted him right away when he moved to Wesport, which isn’t completely true. Cooper was an asshole the first time we met him, and wanted to prove that Oliver was laying about his family. And he didn’t really find out about Oliver not being wealthy until I think season 3, when Greg showed him the photos of their actual family vacation to the Amish place. And even then, the conversation never happened on screen. I think it takes away from his development to forget that he wasn’t really that nice at first.

Other than that, I really enjoyed and loved this episode. It was so refreshing. And I LOVED every second of Cooliver scenes, they were so wholesome.

I think that’s it, sorry for taking this long to post about it. I had this draft saved since the episode aired but couldn’t bring myself to finish it. Sorry if there are many grammar mistakes, if I don’t post it as it is, I may never will, lol.

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Superstar Series

Chapter 15: Resolution

Summary: Sasuke and Sakura finally solidifies their relationship.

Rating: K+

Shikamaru hears a knock on the door and turns around.

“Come in.” The door swings open and an Uchiha Sasuke peers through the door.

“Hey, do you have a minute?”

“For sure. Have a seat.” Shikamaru gestures towards the couches in the middle of the room. They both take a seat right across from each other. “What's up?”

“First of all, I wanna thank you.” Shikamaru chuckles. There’s a lot of things he can thank him for, Sasuke would have to be a little more specific, Shikamaru thinks.

“For what?”

“For getting Sakura to work here again.” Sasuke unconsciously fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness.

“Ah.. Well she was way too valuable for our company to lose.”

“And also.. thank you.. For everything.” Shikamaru quirks an eyebrow at him. The way Sasuke speaks, his tone and overall demeanor are putting Shikamaru on edge. It is as if he is saying goodbye. He tries to shake the thought.

“Of course, Sasuke. Is everything okay? Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

“Hn, rest assured, it’s not. I just feel like I owe you a lot.” Shikamaru silently lets out a relieved sigh and sinks back in his couch.

“Hey, I’m always here for you guys.”

“Aa.” Being there with them since even before they debuted, Sasuke has lost track of the many times they owe each other. Having suffered together, they have developed a bond far stronger than mere business partners. Sasuke sincerely thinks Shikamaru as his own brother, someone he can rely on, someone he trusts. Time after time he always manages to prove his loyalty, even though they might have different agendas sometimes.

“Well then how are things going with you guys?”

“It’s been good.” Sasuke smiles and Shikamaru notes the relief and calmness surrounding him. He can clearly tell Sasuke is in a state of peace. Shikamaru genuinely smiles.

They let a few moments pass between them before Sasuke speaks again.

“Actually what I’m here for…“ Shikamaru can already guess what this is about. “I’m gonna continue dating Sakura.” Sasuke shifts his gaze to meet Shikamaru’s, fire burning behind those onyx. He sits up straight, showing his resolve.

Shikamaru merely chuckles and smiles.

“All right.” Sasuke’s eyes widen in surprise. He was expecting some sort of disapproval or dissatisfaction, but no matter how much he searches Shikamaru’s expression, he finds nothing of the sort.

“You’re okay with that?” Shikamaru nods. “What made you change your mind?” He just has to be sure.

“I know your life hasn’t been easy. And I realized that by her leaving, it actually hurt you more. All I want is for you to be happy, and if being with her means that much to you, then yeah, okay.” Sasuke can’t believe what he is hearing.

“I-..” No words seem to come out of Sasuke’s mouth. Now, he is truly in his debt forever.

“Of course, the risks of it affecting your career is still out there. And not to mention what would happen if you guys get caught. I’m still serious about everything I said before.”

“Well I’m sure we can figure something out.” Sasuke says in a softer tone, half joking but each word carrying some weight.

“We’ll have to write up some rules first.” Shikamaru leans forward, lacing his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees in that serious way he always does whenever he is trying to brainstorm.

“Whatever you say.” Sasuke lifts his hands up in a surrendering manner as they both laugh. “I’ll let Sakura know.” They both get up from their seats and head towards the door. Sasuke gives him a bow and Shikamaru gives him a pat in the back as he exits his office.

Sasuke walks down the hallway, turning to the corner and meets an anticipating Sakura.

“So? How did it go?” Sakura leans forward, eager to hear about everything he talked about.

“Hn.” Without saying a word, he merely grabs her hand in his and intertwines their fingers together. Sasuke notices the faint blush that manages to creep to her cheeks. He still can’t believe the effect he has on her even after all this time.

They head to the elevator, hands bound together without any care in the world. To them, their office is their fortress. Or so they thought. As the elevator doors open, they step inside and press the button to the basement.

Sasuke rubs his thumb over her knuckles and looks at her. Sakura tries to read his feelings, his thoughts. She can only assume that the talk went well, judging by how much he is glowing. The way his mouth curves up in a gentle smile that she’s only seen him make for her. She wonders how she can be so lucky in this lifetime.

Unexpectedly, the elevator doors open on the fifth floor. People start to flood in, prompting them to let each other’s hands go in an instant. They try to make the most blank expression in an attempt to hide their flustered faces.

As soon as the elevator gets to the ground floor, the rest of the people step outside, leaving them both alone in there again. They let out a sigh of relief.

“We need to lay out some rules.” Sakura speaks after a moment or two. Amused, Sasuke merely chuckles.

“Hn. Shikamaru said the same thing.” When the elevator reaches the basement, the door opens to reveal the parking lot before they step outside.

“We still need to be careful about being seen together. I guess I still don’t feel comfortable for us to show any form of PDA in the office.” Sakura voices her concerns, and in their minds, they both know they have the same thoughts.

“Aa.” Sasuke nods in agreement. “Meet up later to talk more?”

“Okay.” Sakura smiles. Sasuke looks over and spots the car he and his driver usually drive. Before heading towards it, he leans forward, placing a peck on her cheek. Sakura is taken aback by the sudden gesture and seems to be thrown off guard, although she does not try to hide her blush.

Sasuke smiles at her adoringly. How did he get so lucky to be able to meet this girl?

When he first met her all those years ago, he never would have thought this is where he would be, standing in front of her with his heart in his hand, freely giving it for her safekeeping. Even though his entire life is exposed for the world to see, he has never felt this vulnerable emotionally. Sometimes Sasuke wonders whether she really knows how much of an effect she has on him. How much control she has over him. A mere touch from her would send electricity down his spine, leaving him wanting for more.

She has seen him grow up, from that naïve trainee that joined the company years back to the matured young man that is him now. Of all the women in the world, he seems to find comfort in her, and that bewilders her. He can literally have any woman, but he chose her. Her mind seems to always be at awe every time she thinks about it. Without her realizing, she seems to fall for him more each day.

The road is never going to be easy for them, and they both know that. They both have anticipated that. But it does not mean they are not going to try, because they both know that whatever they have is worth it.

Being an idol does not mean they are no longer humans. It does not mean they are gods and goddesses that separates them from everyone else. It does not mean they do not need love like any other person. At the end of the day, they are like any one of us; someone who is trying to live life to the fullest, with some company along the way, and isn’t that everyone’s right?

Epilogue

Sasuke steps outside the black car parked in the alleyway next to Sakura’s apartment building. Wearing a black hat, a mask, and a black hoodie, he realizes people might actually mistake him for a burglar.

Without trying to draw any attention, he enters the building and ascends the stairs to the second floor. He walks through the hallway and spots her apartment number. He knocks a few times before the door swings open a few seconds afterwards.

Sasuke does not look back as he enters the apartment, closing the door and locking it behind him with a click.

“Were you followed?” Sakura asks nervously.

“I don’t think so.” Sasuke takes off his shoes before taking off the mask, allowing him to breathe better.

“Good.” Sakura does not even wait before she lunges herself at him and swings her arms around his neck. She places a kiss on his lips. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”

Sasuke chuckles and holds her hips as he lifts her up. She easily swings her legs around his torso. He smiles before he places his lips back on hers, savoring in the way their lips fit each other so well. They clumsily walk towards her bedroom. Sasuke gently drops her on the mattress as they finally relish on this privacy they rarely get to have. Now all they have to do, is follow their hearts.

end.

<--Chapter 14

A/N: To all the readers who have been reading and following along this series, thank you so much! It feels somewhat bittersweet that this series has finally come to an end. This is my first multichaptered work, so I know it still needs improvement. But I’m so thankful for those lovely comments and feedback. Thank you! Any feedback is always welcome! I hope to write more work after this, so until next time!

#ssff #ssfanfiction #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #otp #fanfic #redcameleon!writes #superstar!series #its donee #its finally done :")

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Before Angie had been about to respond to Shuichi,

The girl began to laugh cheering, climbing down from the table with surprising grace and strolling up to the tall astronaut. Her eerie smile still on here face.

"Dear Momota.. The Atua can tell when one is in love you know, like a mother knowing a child's darkest secrets." as if it hadn't been possible, her smile would widen once more and boop his nose, walking back to the table to rest on it, looking up at the ceiling.

"If you were to watch over Anya, and she happened to be the chef of the crab pot, you'd listen to whatever she had to say like a lost little puppy. The love you store for her over balances your morals.. So!" Angie sat up, another giggle escaping her before pointing to Kokichi and Rantaro.

"The Atua has decided that you watch over Kokichi and Rantaro, meanwhile, Himiko and Shuichi will watch Kibo!.."

"Hey ya crazy slut! Quit degrading Kaito and list your fucking reasons already damn it! I wanna fucking sleep!" The girl genius announced, an obvious annoyed face gracing her features. If Angie had been more expressive, it probably would show annoyance. Though the only thing that was an indicator of that was her rapid blinking at the girl.

"..The Atua actually informed me... That Miu shall monitor Rantaro."

"WHAT?! I DON'T WANNA WATCH THAT AVOCADO FUCKBOY-"

"Yoohoo! For reason of my candidates.. Kibo is a robot? For what we are aware, he could be serving as the masterminds camera or contact without our knowledge. Kibo's 'Inner voice ' could be the mastermind jumping in to sabotage or steer us in the wrong direction you know?, Nyahaha! "

Kaede would frown, the fact that age couldn't argue with that logic was frustrating. Angie's plan was a good one but.. It came at an expensive cost,

Trust.

She didn't want to start suspecting people.

Ryoma would simply watch.

"She.. She does make a good point.. Sorry Keebs."Kaede would mumble, The Artist smiling in delight.

"Kokichi Ouma! Due to us still not knowing Anya's attempted killer, and his recent threats, he's not only a suspect.. But!-"The white haired girl once again began walking, pinching Kokichi's cheek before he'd gaze into his eyes with her piercing blue ones.

"You were listening in on our talk were you Kokichi, yes? And you enjoy the killing game? Kokichi could be.. The traitor!" Backing away from him, she'd happily cheer, Korekiyo rolling his eyes I'm humour. It was rather adorable in a way to see Angie practically scare the others a bit with her sudden.. Seriousness?

Was she serious?.. Yeah she was.

"And finally.. The siblings. Rantaro and Anya's involvement with the hidden door is.. Quite concerning. Anya surviving could be a form of immunity.. And Amami is her right hand man.. Or the roles are reversed. Unless there's something that can eliminate Anya isn't scheming, as the holy vessel of the divines, I, Angie Yonaga, declare this time be ruled!"

'Are we in a court now..? '

"Korekiyo and I will be dealing with Anya's maintenance--"

"I did it!"

Kaede would stand in front of her classmates, already bowing as if she'd been confessing, her body shivering. This act raised a questioning brow from the artist.

"Oh?"

"You did what, titless?! A porno? A glory hole experience? Ooh, the good ole-"

"Miu I say this with whatever patience I have in this shortened body of mine... Stop. Talking."Miu would mumble angrily to herself before watching the scene.

"I mean.. I'm the reason why.. Why..

Why Anya almost died."

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okay I love rping as Angie now because AA-

Rantaro could feel his patience thinning as Miu ran her mouth, pursing his lips as he tried not to think about the fact Miu would have to monitor him.

As Kaede further explained the cryptic meaning of her words, Rantaro felt as if his heart nearly threw up. "I beg your pardon?" Rantaro faced Kaede, an unreadable emotion hidden behind his very small, 'patient' smile.

Shuichi whipped his head towards Kaede, shock and disbelief dawned over his features. "K- Kaede?"

With his voice cracking from the strong sense of betrayal he had felt, Shuichi's eyes remained wide in shock, glued onto the pianist. He gulped, certainly, she wouldn't have done that out of bad intention, right? She wasn't the mastermind, that wasn't possible — but did that mean she just wanted to kill? No, that can't be right- He trusted her, that wasn't a mistake, right? The talk with trust and friendship, and escaping; was that all a lie?

Shuichi's voice had lowered in pitch and tone, questioning too many things at once. "But- ... Why would...?" For the love of everything that is holy, Shuichi couldn't think of a reason why she would try and kill Anya; his heart had been palpitating, affecting his thought process greatly.

Kokichi rubbed the sore spot on his cheek, face seemingly unfazed as if he already knew. Though his blank expression soon shifted into one of anger as he suddenly threw his finger at her, "Well hey! That's not fair! Why should we be punished for her actions!? It was all Kaede's fault then!" Kokichi spewed; as if not considering the fact that, even without the near-death Anya experienced, he wouldn't have gotten accused.

Kokichi's face contorted into too many expressions to count, lips flapping as he spoke in an overly dramatic manner. "I knew it from the moment she forced us all to the tunnel thing! No doubt about it, she's trying to sabotage us-!"

Despite Rantaro's silent rage, even he sighed from the irritancy and absurdity of Kokichi's words.

"Hold on! Kaede, it's fine! There's no reason to lie! It was the mastermind's doing; blame the mastermind!" Kaito defended, ignoring the feeling of his own heart, ache from betrayal and betrayal; he still decided to believe in her. Because... There's simply no way she could've done that, because- because it didn't happen. It didn't hurt to believe that, right? Anya ended up surviving anyway.

Kokichi grimaced, seriously contemplating how much Angie despised Kokichi to try and make the moron, Kaito, monitor him. "God, you're literally the dumbest person alive." Kokichi's 'rage' somehow dissipated into thin air, as if he hadn't been screaming at the top of his lungs not one minute ago — it was like Kaito's stupidity had somehow doused the fire of his words.

With the detective's voice as fragile as a glass doll, he approached her, hesitance laced within each step. "Kaede... Is that the truth? Are you..? Are you lying?" A small part of him already knew that she hadn't been lying; if Kokichi of all people, deemed it the truth, then...-

But even so, Shuichi refused to believe it. The truth- who cared? It didn't matter. His eyes had practically been begging for Kaede to say it was just a lie, a harmless lie she told, so they could all get along.

#i got chills homie #mod chia #rp #RantAnya

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hologramcowboy · 2 years

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Hey I saw your reply to that grumpygills person. And I have to say, I agree with everything you just said. The hate they spew constantly to both Jared and Gen and then holding the Ackles up like they’re gods and can’t do no wrong, is the reason why I can’t take anything they say seriously. I stopped following them after I realized she was just a plain heller/AA. There’s no point in reasoning someone like her. If you have to tear someone down just to build your fav up, then your fav celeb isn’t all that great. And I know she’s basically heller, when she can’t even fact check the posts her anons sent in. When I saw multiple anons post lies about Jared and she agreed immediately without doing research, I couldn’t continue to follow her. I’m for one am glad I found your blog, at least you take time to do the research and apply critical thinking. You’re fair and aren’t afraid to share what you think about Jensen and the inconsistencies that surround him and his marriage, and I’m just glad that I’m not the only one that thinks the same things. The Padalecki’s aren’t perfect, but they’re consistent and authentic and that is something many people can see and appreciate and not raise suspicions/ask questions. Sorry about the rant.

I appreciate you writing in, Anon, what I shared made me very vulnerable and I know it will upset a lot of people but it needed to be said and should be said more frequently because in my humble opinion he truly is a role-model. Jared is a genuine soul and when he fights he fights not only for himself but for all those he is aware he is impacting. That's why he is constantly working on himself. It's the stupidest and most toxic thing to put that down when it's so rare and so important. I can get not liking him but making up lies? Or pitting him against his best friend because he has a disagreement? How is that going to benefit anyone or anything? People admire Jensen cause he stays quiet and while from a PR standpoint that can benefit him, on a human level for me it raises a few questions I truly do not want or like to consider. But I get it, if people tear into anything and anyone so easily, he's probably afraid of expressing feelings and getting torn and creating a PR mishap. People mistake Jared's assertiveness for arrogance, he's a leader, he has to ensure a whole set goes smoothly among many other things, it's part of his purpose to be assertive but whenever he does engage his assertiveness he does so in an incredibly intelligent, thoughtful way so it boggles my mind that people interpret it in such sick ways. He's earned that assertiveness and had to develop it to make it in the business but he never engages in it without also engaging his empathy. Does he make mistakes? Who doesn't? But he always learns from it and builds something better and that to me is brilliance. So that's why I felt like writing the super-long post. lol Rants are healthy, they get whatever is irking you out of your system and they allow you to focus back on clarity.

#anti jared haters #jared padalecki #jared padaleki appreciation

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shayprose · 3 years

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On Sobriety, my Quiet Place, and the Sliver

It’s difficult to wrap my mind around where I am now. Not the physical — my body is in Somerville, MA. That’s easy. I’m talking about the bits in between where my body is and where my mind drifts; the emotional and the spiritual, the elusive two states that are hardest to describe.

I’m sober, you see, and with that comes the immensity of where I was. You can’t think of one without the other, and the shoe that drops on the other side of sobriety is — well, it’s a topic that sells sad artists a lot of albums. The little golden medallion I carry around with me to signify that I’ve made it through a year of “recovery” is so heavy in my pocket because of its significance. It’s a little metallic tomb full of memories made manifest of a very, very dark time.

But if I’m practicing radical honesty, then it — “it” — is actually the pinnacle of so many other things, so many other memories, all interwoven into one point. The threads of a long life of good things and bad things, all culminating in the reason I carry that medallion around with me, despite its heft.

It all started when the quiet place I used to go to, deep inside myself, the safe place with all of its carefully hewn comforts, where pleasant memories and dreams were the wallpaper and the rosewood floors, was destroyed in a 9-alarm fire called addiction. And I miss it there, so, so much.

This thought dump is rambling already, but bear with me. I suppose the nature of what I’m saying is the rambling point I’m trying to make: so much of my days now are made up of trying to grapple onto the thoughts that started spiraling around me like a hurricane when I let myself black out every night. Rambling is par for the course.

Right before I tipped over the edge, after a night (or an afternoon) of drinking, I remember thinking every so often, “Self, you’re really fucking up, my dude,” and having the actual sensation that my mind was melting. It was a vibration that ran through my face, surged through my brain, and then ricocheted down into my outer extremities. A few times, that shockwave made me panic and I filled up my Google search with things like, “Effects of alcoholism on the brain,” and “Can I lose my mind from alcohol?”

Scary stuff, right? I think the scariest thing, though, is that after a while, I stopped Googling those things. It didn’t really matter anymore, after all — neurodegeneration was, according to my 2 a.m. panic-laden internet searching, impossible to reverse, so fuck it, right? Black out, self. Go for it. Let it all fall away, and if you remember anything from the night before, well, try harder to forget next time. The recipe can always be tweaked, after all! Don’t stop at three shots after your four martinis. Add a fourth, and chase it with a Truly. Add a beer if it’s a work night — they fill you up so you don’t have to eat dinner.

The quiet place was still accessible in those early days of my downward spiral, to some degree, fragmented though it was. And then, it wasn’t.

The most painful part of my shredded humanity, I think, was when I tried one day to make the journey to my quiet place, through meditation and soft music, and I stumbled over the corpses of the things that I sacrificed for him. There was Dignity, her face bruised and slapped around, still beautiful in death. Over there was Desire, who held all of my dreams on his back, now reduced to a crumpled-up heap on the floor, barely recognizable anymore. The hardest body to see was Hope, whose glowing effulgence used to be the light that powered my quiet place, her soft illumination the fuel for all the pretty candles that lit up the darkness. Her light was snuffed out completely in death.

And so, my light was dimmed in life.

When I finally waded through the mistakes and the tragedies, I arrived at a place I called home for so many years, the place inside myself I built through all of my childhood traumas, to find the windows shattered, the garden ransacked, the curtains torn. Every square inch of my safe haven was hollowed out. In November, 2019, the last time I tried to go there before I let it go completely, I remember thinking, “You did your best, and it wasn’t good enough. You’re free.”

I had woken up at 3 a.m. to make sure he was safe, and when I saw that he wasn’t, I drowned the terror in half a handle of gin. The next morning, when I got to work, I started packing my desk because I didn’t want anyone else to have to deal with it. A few cigarettes, a few pills, a few coffees later, I unpacked my desk, went to a few meetings, and then purposefully forgot the way back to my quiet place.

In therapy, I learned that something like my “quiet place” is a very real trauma response folks can develop. My therapist explained that I was wise beyond my years to have taken so much pain in my childhood and translated it into a lighthouse, where I could always go if I needed to escape. “It’s healthy,” he said, “to know that you are safe inside yourself. What changed?”

What indeed. Before I started writing this, I took a trip through the pages of this old tumblr and remembered where I used to be then, emotionally and spiritually, and the difference seems to be that back then, when I thought I was giving myself wholly to whatever mission I was on, I still held back just enough to keep the quiet place alive. A sliver of my mind was always tethering me to safety, and I think I knew that. I took comfort in that. It was me remembering to spare some energy to keep my own lights on. Good job, me.

There’s no sense in trying to rationalize addiction, and that’s not what I was doing when I flipped through these pages — people spend their entire careers trying to decipher the origins of that disease, and I’m not going to crack the code by rereading a young adult’s foibles. However, I do think there’s something important in the work of sifting through the examples I’ve left behind for myself. To maybe see where the path I walked so carefully through life became so twisted.

The sliver I mentioned before, the place in my mind that tethered me to safety, took a risk. He reached out a hand to someone who said they needed me, and in a state of perfect trust, I allowed him to free fall. After all, who’s wouldn’t after hearing these things?

“I will always love you. It’s just you and me now. Don’t worry; I got you.”

A running leap over a cliff, and then

“This terrible thing is part of me. I understand if you want to leave, but I can’t stop crying. Do you want to leave me?”

eyes closed,

“It’s not your turn right now — I love him, too — but someday, I’ll give you what you need. I love you.”

I let myself fall.

“I tried to kill myself — it was all set up, and I was ready. But your face is what stopped me. I didn’t because of you. I need you.”

I knew I shouldn’t have jumped, but

“I promise I’m trying to get better. Therapy just doesn’t work for me; meetings just don’t work for me. But I’ll do it for you.”

if I could help someone, someone who needed me,

“I told you I’m working on it. If you don’t believe me, then you are hurting me, and hurting me will just lead me back to the darkness. Don’t hurt me.”

then who cares if I get hurt.

“They don’t love you like I do. Let’s go get breakfast, and I’ll teach you how to take care of yourself.”

I fell. That sliver, that tether, fell farther and farther, until I couldn’t see him anymore. He was weighed down by all of the affirmations, all the promises of love and safety, all the hollow words. And the cruelest:

“This is a risk for me, too, but that’s why it’s so important that we do this together; no one else understands.”

Without that tether, without the quiet place, I was numb. And I liked being numb. I kept adjusting the recipe to be number longer, and that was how I lived.

So much of AA is about putting yourself into the shoes of your peers who are going through the same thing. Everyone has a story like mine. They might not think about it the way I do, with personification and magic, but their stories all have a similar energy to them, which is accompanied by a familiar far-away look in their eyes. Every story also has something that ties us all together —

— when all of us felt a spark. A tiny mote of light that flickers behind our eyes and tells us that there’s another path, less twisty and less dark, where we can take a deep breath, if we’ll just follow it. A moment when the free fall stops, even for a second.

Mine came when I woke up next to him one morning, the day after I sobbed my way home on a bus from NYC. We had gotten too drunk at a bottomless brunch, and we went to another bar (probably at my pressuring). I spilled a martini, I fell off my stool, we left, and then the memory becomes hazier. We fucked in our hotel room? We ran through Manhattan to the bus terminal? We almost missed it? My memory picks back up with me weeping because I was confused. Where are we? What are we doing? Please don’t be mad at me — I hate me, too. Will you marry me? Please? When is your next trip? Will you please be safe? Will you be safer if we’re married? I’ll protect you. Just think about me. Am I enough?

My spark ignited. The day after that trip, I looked down at him and, as if I were waking up from a nightmare, I thought, “You will never change. But I can. And fuck you.”

As I climbed out of bed that day, my brain fried from my hangover, I grabbed my phone and sent a message to a friend who had gotten sober the year before. He told me we could get coffee so I could ask him questions. I went. That’s when he told me about a meeting he was chairing. “Come,” he said. “It’ll be easier to explain if you just see it for yourself.”

So I did. My nightmare came with me, supported my decision, held my hand, and while I was watching my friend chair the meeting, as I listened to the stories of everyone in that church basement, I realized I wouldn’t be whole, I wouldn’t be safe, unless I didn’t need that hand in mine anymore.

A year has gone by since then. Over time, the spark grew into a candle flame, which exploded into a fire, and I haven’t had a drink or a drug since. The medallion is heavy, and it brings me back to NYC, to the thousandfold traumas of emotional abuse, to the guilt of allowing myself to be caught up in a whirlwind of self-doubt, but I’m learning to find comfort in the weight of it.

This is the first time I’ve written anything like this since I lost my footing. It isn’t anything like my other posts — my therapist says I’ll probably never get that same easygoing talent back, not without a lot of effort, and so I suppose that’s what this is. My therapist inspired this post, actually. He’s sober, too, and knows what I mean when I talk about not being able to wrap my mind around where I am; when I talk about the weight of the medallion, and the two sides of that coin. He says to me, over and over:

“You can trust yourself again now. You never lost your quiet place, it’s all still there. It’s just different now.”

I’m pleased to report that my new quiet place is in bloom. Hope is alive again and her light is as gentle and steadfast as ever. Desire and Dignity are rebuilding my gardens, and the Sliver, the little tether I hold closest of all, is the gatekeeper, the star in the sky, and the only thing that matters to me anymore. His name is Shay, and I love him again. I can’t wait for you to meet him.

#writing #personal #sober #sobriety #emotionalabuse

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strangerfictions · 4 years

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The Fight Part 3

Summary: You are struggling to sleep so both you and Billy go for some coffee and contemplation.

Warnings: Mentions of Neil but other than that I think it is mostly angst

A/N: Hey everyone long time no post. AA few of you may know that I am starting to post my work on AO3 before here so that’s why it has been pretty quiet on here. I have been struggling with this part for a while so I restarted it and I am super happy with it. I don’t plan on doing too many more parts because it is taking up a lot of time and I would like to move onto something new now! Anywas hope you enjoy !

It was late and you were overthinking again. Something you did often the past couple of months. You didn’t have long left in your senior year and you were starting to question your college applications. You couldn’t help question your ability and put yourself down for silly mistakes you had made throughout the year.

You sigh and throw back the bed covers leaving the warmth of your bed. Walking towards the window you notice Billy’s lights are still on. Not unusual for him to still be up. You walk towards your desk and turn on the lamp which illuminates your room. You walk back towards the window and spot Billy leaning out his window cigarette in hand and smoke escaping into the night. You open the window which causes him to look up towards you. Without thinking, Billy jumps out his window, barefooted, and walks towards you.

As he walks towards you, you can see the smile on his face. Not something you see very often from Billy, but it is always a welcomed sight. Things had been great between you two and you were grateful for that. You had both discussed dating for a long time one night and concluded that keeping it causal would work best for you both for now.

“Hey” You whispers as Billy stops in front of your window

“Hi…unlike you to be up at this time princess” You watch as Billy stubs his cigarette on the wall beside your window.

“Mhmm can’t sleep I keep thinking about college applications” You move slightly expecting Billy to climb over your windowsill.

“I have an idea! Get dressed and meet me at the end of the street” Without any further instruction Billy runs back towards his open window pulling it closed as he climbs in.

You quickly pull on some comfy clothes and write a note to your parents explaining that you went for a walk because you couldn’t sleep. You climb out your window and close it behind you. You look over and see Billy’s light is off. You can’t help but think about what he has planned as you walk toward the end of the street. He isn’t there when you get to the end of the street, so you sit on the curb and wait for him. Within seconds you here is car roar to life and you quickly stand up knowing the speeds he likes to drive. You look up the street and watch as his car comes into view and stops beside you. You open the door and get in.

“So where are you bringing me? Not planning on killing me are you?” You ask while pulling on your seat belt.

“Mhmm well, I’m not going to kill you now am I?” Billy smiles at you knowing how annoying you find his sarcasm sometimes.

“Funny! Seriously it's 4 am where are you bringing me?” You question as you rub your hands together to get a little warmer.

“You will just have to wait and see princess!” You dramatically sigh and fold your arms pretending to be mad that he wouldn’t tell you

“Fine but I’m not happy”

“I’m not happy either having to deal with how annoying you're being but here we are!” You give Billy a knowing look which causes him to burst out laughing.

“Come on! It’s a joke. Lighten up” Billy continues to laugh at your stubbornness as you watch the lights from Hawkins fade into a pitch-black road. Billy’s car the only thing on it.

“Why were you up Billy?” You ask after a few minutes of silence. You look over expecting an answer but all you get is a shoulder shrug

“Great conversation Billy” You say sarcastically

“I just was. I don’t sleep very well wake up at the slightest things. I heard Max get up to get a midnight snack and I have been awake since then. Better conversation for you princess?” Billy sighs as the tension builds in the air.

You both sit in silence as Billy drives you to wherever he is taking you. Ever now and then Billy will sigh and tighten his grip on the steering wheel. Something he does when he is thinking something.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get like that with you” Billy finally says after a few minutes of silence between you.

“Mhmm okay…you know I’m here for you to talk to, right? It’s not like I’m going to use whatever you tell me against you. I’m here to help that’s what friends do!” You say reaching over and resting your hand on his upper arm.

“Jesus, I know I just…It’s not easy for me to be open with people is all. Can we drop it for now please?” You hum a yes and allow silence to take over the car again. Billy reaches over and turns on a random radio station and allows the soft music to play gently throughout the car.

After about ten minutes Billy pulls off onto a back road eventually coming to a diner. You sit up a little in the seat feeling stiff from the journey.

“This place has the best coffee and pie out there! So, we are going to get some and contemplate our life’s choices” Billy says as he pulls up a little away from the doors and turns the engine off.

You get out of the car and stretch a little while waiting for Billy to get out. Once Billy is out of the car he walks over towards the door and you follow before going inside he takes your hand in his and walks in.

On the outside, the diner looks bland but as soon as you step inside you are greeted by neon lights and the smell of coffee and pie.

“Okay so I have a usual booth and I haven’t not sat there ever and as you can its extremely busy so let’s just go straight to my booth before it is taken” You laugh at Billy’s exaggeration of the diner being busy. Well, maybe he is right. It is busy for 4 am. Two guys are sat at the front drinking coffee together. They look like truckers or something. And other than you, Billy and the waitress that all there is.

Billy practically drags you towards a bright red booth in the back of the diner. You scoot into one side of the booth and he does the same on the opposite side.

“Here’s the menu but I will tell you this…The apple pie here is pretty great so make your decision wisely” Billy says with a smirk as you glance down at the menu in your hand “You make it sound like it’s a life or death decision Billy” You laugh at how ridiculous Billy is being with you.

“It might be for all you know! You never know what could happen. This might just be my alibi for killing you later” You both burst out laughing as the waitress walks towards you.

“Good Morning what can I get you folks this evening?” The waitress asks. She is in her mid-fifties and is wearing a pink and white 50s style dress. Her hair gives away her age more than anything as it begins to grey at the roots.

“I will have a big slice of apple pie and coffee and my dear friend here will have the same!” Billy says glancing over at you to see how you would react to him ordering for you. You watch the ageing waitress take your menus and walk back to the front of the diner to get your order.

“You’re acting weird Billy. You’re not high, are you?” You ask analysing Billy’s facial expression.

“Jesus Y/N, Seriously? No, I’m not high I just enjoy a slice of pie sometimes” Billy huffs and slouches down in the booth

“Okay I don’t see you like this often is all” You say quietly afraid to speak any louder

“Like what?” Billy asks as he picks at his fingernails.

“Happy I guess” You say as Billy glances up from his fingers.

“I guess not. I suppose I should start from the beginning then?” Billy sits up and leans his arms on the table in front of you.

“The reason I was awake tonight was because of Max but not because she woke me up getting a snack.” Billy pauses and sighs deeply fixating on his fingers as he continues to pick at the skin around them. You notice his finger is bleeding and so you reach over and place your hand on his to stop him from pulling at the skin anymore. “I always wake up when I hear her because if I hear her getting up chances are so can Neil and I would rather him hit me than her.” Billy looks up at you as you process what he has said.

“Jesus…”

“Two slices of pie and two cups of coffee…Enjoy!” The waitress places the plates of pie and coffee in front of you both and walks away before you can thank her.

“I don’t want your sympathy Y/N that’s not why I am telling you this. I’m telling you this because I don’t want to get anyone else hurt…especially not you. The reason I haven’t asked you to out on a date is that if he knows he will hurt you and I’m not risking that okay…” Billy’s voice weakens. You pull your hand back to allow him to eat.

“I’m guessing you won’t appreciate me saying I can stick up for myself?” You ask taking a chunk of apple pie on to your fork. Billy looks up towards you taking a bite of apple pie.

“No you’re right I won’t. He is not someone to mess with Y/N and I would prefer not to get you involved so don’t go causing trouble for me! Now you know why I was up I want to know why you were up?” You take a sip of your coffee before answering.

“Fine but just know I’m always here for you Billy whether you like it or not!” You sigh taking another sip from your coffee “I don’t even know what started it but I got into bed and instantly started overthinking everything I have done over the past few months. The fight with Carol and Tommy, everything going on with us and college acceptance. I just went spiraling into a black hole of dread. It’s stupid I know but I just feel so lost with everything right now.” You realise you are slumped over the table and sit back into the booth seat. You feel nervous telling Billy this, but he had just opened up so much to you and you felt you could do the same with him.

“Talk about existential dread Y/N! That’s kind of a lot to be thinking about at once. Have you tried breaking it down into more thinkable chunks?” Billy reaches over to the napkin holder grabbing a napkin and placing it in front of you.

“Here! Write down everything you have been thinking about and that way you can think it through a little clearer.” Billy pushes a pen towards you and watches you as you start to write out a list of things that have been on your mind for the past few weeks

“I genuinely feel like I’m in a therapy session right now! Which I guess is a good thing” You laugh as Billy pretends to be offended.

“Wow, comparing me to a therapist I don’t know how I feel about that.” Billy grins at you as you look up from your list.

“Okay so far I have four things and well I guess I can cross of the you and me thing since you don’t want to date. Unless you want to date in secret. That’s ridiculous though. I guess all I have left is my parents, college and the fight” You say marking out Billy’s name on the napkin. You look up after a second realising Billy hasn’t said anything yet. When you see Billy’s facial expression you can't help but laugh.

“What? Why are you looking at me with that weird face?” You both laugh

“Sorry, just something you said about secret dating. That’s a wild thought” You watch as Billy takes the final bite of pie and pushes his plate away

“What?” He asks crumbs falling from his mouth.

“Are you going to continue that thought or just not expand on it?” You take another bite as Billy takes a large mouthful of coffee

“Right sorry, I just think it’s an odd and fascinating idea. Imagine us trying to date in secret! Ridiculous ” Billy laughs as you think about the possibility.

“I mean it would solve a lot of issues but yeah it’s kind of ridiculous. What do I do with the other three things on this stupid list!” You grab the napkin and crumple it in your hand.

“This is pointless. It’s not like we can both instantly solve the fact that my parents obsess over my life, or the fact that I won’t get into any college I applied to” You shake your head placing it in your hands letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Woah! That was quite the outburst Y/N! I know for a fact that you are going to get into a big college, leave Hawkins behind and start a life wherever you go. You're going to end up with the dream boyfriend who you will eventually settle down with, get married and have kids. The white picket fence…you get what I’m saying. You’re too smart to stay in Hawkins.

“Yeah and that’s what I’m afraid of Billy. I don’t want to go to college, met the dream guy, settle down a month after graduating, getting married, having kids and the white picket fence. That’s not me and I don’t think it ever will be me. College is something I want to do but settling down is just too permanent. I want to be able to explore the world a little before all of that” You feel all previous anxieties wash away as you let out your fears to Billy.

“So that’s what’s been bothering you? Why didn’t you say so? Look no one is forcing you to go to college and settle down immediately. I mean I’m not that great of an example clearly but just do what you want. In twenty years’ time, you will regret it if you don’t.” Billy stops talking to take a mouthful of coffee allowing you to think about what he had said.

Of course, Billy was right, but it didn’t help the unease you felt about the entire thing. You hated the thought of settling down so young, but you hoped that once you moved out of Hawkins things would be different.

“I guess you’re right. I guess I’m a little worried about the consequences of not doing what my parents want me to do.”

“It’s in the future you don’t have to worry about it right now. For all, you know things might be completely different in 24 hours let alone a year or two. If you’re finished let's head out before Neil discovers I’m not in the house.” You watch as Billy shimmies out of the booth stretching as he stands up. You follow suit and stand up felling your legs stiffen. You look at the clock and realise you had been there for almost an hour.

You both walk up to the counter and pay the waitress for your food. Billy offers to pay but you manage to drop a twenty down before he can even slip his hand into his pocket. You both thank the waitress and walk out into the cool air.

“Fuck being the person people expect of you and be the person you want to be. It’s worked out okay for me so far” Billy smiles at you as you open the passenger side door to get into the car.

“Yeah look how well that’s been working out for me Billy! First, we both had an argument, then I get into a punch up with Carol and Tommy and then even though we both like each other we can’t date because your dad is a shitty person. Even though I’m myself my life is still as fucked as ever” You sigh slouching down into the seat. Billy reaches over placing his hand on your knee causing you to look at him.

“Look I get it. Life is shit and all that, but you know you need to find something that keeps you going. For me I have a few things one being my car and as sad and soppy as this may sound, you’re the other thing. You have helped me in more ways than you think, and I thank whoever blessed me with your presence. You know I would drop everything to date you but I’m not risking it Y/N. He is not someone to be messed with and I hope you understand that. I don’t want to risk getting your hurt thanks to my selfishness. You will figure things out and I will be here as your friend to help you out too!” Billy takes his hand off your knee and places it back on the steering wheel turning the key causing the engine to come alive.

“Fine but you better get used to seeing this dinner cause that was some good apple pie and I expect to be brought here regularly!” You both laugh as Billy reverses out of the parking lot.

“Sounds like a deal to me princess!”

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Y/N has created a chat.

Y/N: Well, this is a whole bunch of bullshit.

Y/N has renamed the chat: Avengers "Anonymous"

Y/N has added, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Bruce, Clint.

Steve: Y/N, what is this?

Y/N: Counselling.

Steve: Why would we need counselling?

Y/N: Why would we need counselling, he asks.

Y/N: Have you looked in a mirror lately? You think those sideburns are a wise choice?

Natasha: She has a point there, Steve.

Clint: Yeah Steve, the '50s are over.

Natasha: Thankfully.

Y/N: You can hardly talk, Clint. What's with the hair?

Clint: What is wrong with my hair?!

Y/N: It looks like a whole other entity.

Clint: What's wrong with that?

Y/N: It looks like you glued road kill on your head.

Y/N: Rocket stay away from him.

Rocket: Huh?

Y/N: I'm only trying to protect you.

Clint: I'm not gonna kill the raccoon!

Rocket: Who the hell are you calling a raccoon?!

Clint: You?

Clint: Because that's what you are.

Rocket: I am not a raccoon!

Thor: No, he is a rabbit!

Steve: Thor, he is literally not a rabbit.

Y/N: Nor is he fully a raccoon, so let's just drop this before his furry head explodes.

Thor: Yes. Back to Barton's stupid hair!

Clint: You can talk, Thor! What happened to yours?

Thor: Please don't make me remember that scary man.

Clint: I'm just saying, I'm not the only one who's changed their hair.

Clint: None of you guys are talking about Natasha's hair.

Y/N: That's because hers looks normal. And just a warning, she could kill you with that plat. So watch what you say.

Clint: What is this? Pick on Clint day?

Y/N: No. This is Avengers Anonymous. Like Alcoholics Anonymous, only more depressing.

Y/N: However we really should make a pick on Clint day.

Clint: Wow, I feel the love in this chat.

Bruce: We do love you, Clint. But we love picking on you more.

Clint: I see that.

Thor: It's our favourite pass time. Next to giving Steve cubes of ice.

Steve: And you wonder why I'm messed up.

Y/N: Because you were extremely ill as a child.

Natasha: Then your mother died.

Thor: Then you copied me by getting RIPPED

Bruce: Then you lost Bucky.

Clint: Then you got frozen.

Y/N: Woke up in the future, and fought aliens.

Clint: Then found out Bucky was alive and brainwashed by the enemy.

Y/N: Peggy died.

Thor: Then fought your friends. WITHOUT SOME OF US

Natasha: Lost Tony, went on the run with Sam, and I, and had to leave bucky behind.

Bruce: Fought aliens, again.

Y/N: Then lost half of the universe.

Y/N: And that's all without adding the PTSD, the war, etc., etc.

Steve: Yes, thank you!

Rocket: Wow man, you're really messed up.

Steve: I know...

Y/N: We're all like this, trust me.

Rocket: Damn.

Rocket: Anyway, I won't be needing your Assholes Alliance, or whatever the hell its called.

Y/N: Really?

Y/N: Reeeeeally?

Rocket: Yeah, I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine.

Y/N: Really? Cause I'm pretty sure you SOMEHOW grew a beard. Over fur! Like how does that even happen?!

Scott has joined the chat.

Scott: Furry.

Bruce: You can talk.

Scott: ...

Scott has left the chat.

Y/N: You're covered in food that you've dropped on yourself. From the WEEK. You've been crying almost non-stop. I watched you spray squirty cheese into your mouth the other day, the whipped cream right after. You've been watching family movies and reality TV for weeks now.

Rocket: I did not come out for this.

Y/N: You're not even out. You've been in the living room for three days.

Rocket has renamed the chat: Assholes Alliance

Thor: You are so petty rabbit.

Rocket: But it's right tho.

Y/N: Jesus Christ. This is where we can talk to each other, to get our feelings out.

Y/N: So... who wants to go first?

Steve: ...

Natasha: ...

Bruce: ...

Rocket: ...

Thor: ...

Clint: ...

Y/N: Really, none of you?

Steve: You made this chat, Y/N. Why don't you go first?

Y/N: Right. I made this chat. I've already done something. Now its time for one of you to step up and have a turn.

Clint: ...

Bruce: ...

Rocket: ...

Natasha: ...

Thor: ...

Steve: ...

Y/N: Seriously?

Y/N: Okay, fine. I'll have to nominate someone.

Y/N: Thor?

Thor: Hmm?

Y/N: It's your go, now speak.

Thor: What if I don't want to?

Y/N: You'll make me very sad.

Thor: You can't emotionally blackmail me, Y/N.

Y/N: ... :(

Thor: Okay! Okay!

Y/N: Thank you :)

Thor: So, where should I start?

Y/N: Well, with what's hurting you the most, I guess.

Thor: Okay. So, I lost my brother, Loki.

Bruce: Yes, such a shame.

Natasha: We're sad about this why now?

Thor: He changed, tell her Banner.

Natasha: Bruce?

Bruce: He was starting too, I guess.

Steve: I don't buy it.

Clint: How many times did this guy die?

Rocket: He told me at least three times.

Thor: Oh no, many more than that! It was one of his favourite games to play as a child.

Natasha: To die?

Thor: No. To pretend to die.

Y/N: So he might not be dead?

Thor: No, he's definitely dead. I watched Thanos snap his neck.

Rocket: Did you hear it?

Thor: Yes. It haunts me. I hear it when I sleep. Along with the screams of my people.

Rocket: Metal.

Bruce: Where did you learn to speak like this?

Rocket: Groot.

Clint: Who?

Thor: Tree.

Clint: What?!

Natasha: He was a walking tree.

Clint: A walking tree? Like the one out of The Wizard Of Oz?

Natasha: Yes, but nice.

Clint: Oh.

Clint: No. Wait, wtf?

Y/N: Okay, Thor, ya wanna carry on? Cause Rocket is crying over his tree son again. Clint is losing his mind. And I an extremely regretting my decision of making this chat.

Natasha: We can just end it here.

Y/N: Ha, nah. Too late, we're already too deep into this shit to end it now.

Natasha: No we're not.

Y/N: You're not getting out of this, Natasha.

Natasha: Shit.

Y/N: Thor. Carry on.

Thor: I've lost my mother, my father, my sister I never knew existed, Heimdall, my people, my home planet, the other Revengers, my friends broke up, and I ost some of them too, my hammer got destroyed, I didn't go for Thanos' head, Jane and I broke up, I don't even know if she's still alive I don't know where Thanos is, I lost my new friend tree, I don't know if my other space friends are okay. All of this, and I made the mistake of getting Rabbit addicted to coffee, so now there's less for me.

Rocket: I like the speed speed drink.

Y/N: Holy fuck.

Natasha: Thor. How are you still... y'know, walking?

Steve: If I were you, I would be curled up in a ball on the floor, bawling my eyes out.

Cint: I am curled up on the floor, bawling my eyes out.

Rocket: It's true. He's laying on me.

Clint: He makes a very comfy pillow.

Y/N: Regretting making this chat more now.

Natasha: There's still time.

Y/N: You're not getting out of this, Natasha:

Y/N: In fact. Why don't you go next?

Natasha: There is nothing I need to say.

Y/N: Oh, really?

Y/N: Why don't you tell us all about how you've been in the training room nearly 24/7?

Natasha: I'm just honing my skills.

Y/N: I think it may just be grief, that you're channelling into getting better.

Natasha: And I think I may need some more targets. Y/N? Do you volunteer to be the next one?

Y/N: Steve, your go!

Steve: But, Natasha...

Y/N: I SAID YOUR GO!

Steve: Okay... well, you've already said everything I needed to say.

Y/N: ... shit.

Y/N: Clint?

Clint: No.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: This is because the author does not know wtf happened to Oliver Queen.

Wade has left the chat.

Y/N: Why are you curled up on the floor, laying on Rocket, crying your eyes out?

Clint: None of your business.

Y/N: What's with the hair? And the suit?

Y/N: And the blades?

Y/N: Where did your bow go?

Clint: None of your business!

Bruce: Leave him alone, Y/N.

Y/N: Okay, Bruce. Talk.

Bruce: ... fuck.

Y/N: Why can't you turn in to the hulk?

Bruce: Cause he's a big green asshole!

Y/N: Where have you been for the last three years?

Bruce: Inside the Hulk fighting as a gladiator.

Natasha: You've been the Hulk for three years?

Bruce: Yeah, it's changed me...

Thor: Yeah, now he's cool!

Bruce: Excuse me?

Thor: -er than he was before. Which was pretty damn cool.

Rocket: Hold on. I'm confused.

Rocket: Does this gut transform into something else? Or was he inside someone? Was this Huk pregnant with him? Cause if they were, he's big for his age.

Steve: What?

Natasha: The?

Y/N: Fuck?

Clint: ???

Bruce: No, Rocket. I transform into something else. Something big, green, and strong.

Rocket: Oh. Now I get it.

Thor: You're taking this all very well, Rabbit.

Rocket: I'm from space?

Rocket: I'm used to this.

Bruce: That makes sense.

Steve: I don't know if I ever want to go to space.

Natasha: You would lose your mind.

Y/N: Let's send him to space!

Bruce: Y/N!

Y/N: What?

Bruce: We're going anyway. There's no need to yell.

Rhodey has joined the chat.

Rhodey: You know who never wanted to go to space?

Rhodey: You know who was scared of space?!

Rhodey: YOU KNOW WHO'S TRAPPED IN SPACE RIGHT NOW, IF HE'S NOT DEAD?!

Rhodey: T O N Y

Rhodey has left the chat.

Y/N: Bye Rhodey!

Rocket: What's up with him?

Natasha: He's been like this ever since we've gotten back.

Y/N: He really misses, Tony.

Steve: We all miss Tony, Y/N.

Y/N: Hold on. Did Steve really just say that? Or am I hallucinating again?

Clint: When were you hallucinating before?

Y/N: When I felt like Tony was running out of oxygen.

Thor: Wait, what?

Steve: Hold on, is no one concerned about the guy calling someone the author?

Y/N: Nah, that's just, Wade. That's what he's like.

Natasha: Insane?

Y/N: Yes.

Y/N: Rocket, you're up.

Rocket: ...

Rocket: I'm sad.

Y/N: Interesting.

Y/N: I would never have guessed.

Y/N: You practically hear the surprise in my voice.

Steve: You are so sarcastic sometimes.

Y/N: Thank you.

Y/N: Anyway. This has been incredibly unsuccessful. Unless you count showing everybody just how fucked up you are, as successful.

Y/N: So... I'm gonna goooo...

Natasha: Hold on, Y/N. It's your turn.

Y/N: Ha... yeah, about that...

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve: Oh no you don't.

Steve has added Y/N.

Y/N: Shit.

Y/N has blocked themselves from the chat.

Steve: HOW DID SHE EVEN DO THAT

Natasha: I don't care anymore. I get it out of her later. I've got training to do.

Clint: Right. Rocket and I have some crying to catch up on we're really behind.

Rocket: Yep.

Clint has left the chat.

Rocket has left the chat.

Natasha: Maybe Y/N's right about us needing counselling. Well, them at least.

Steve: Yeah, they sure do.

Natasha: You and Thor extremely need it.

Thor: Wait, WHAT?!

Natasha has left the chat.

Steve: She's right you know.

Thor: Yeah, I know.

Thor: Wanna go eat our feelings?

Steve: YEAH

Thor has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Somewhere across the galaxy

Tony has created a chat.

Tony has added, Nebula.

Tony: Hey, Neb? Could you hand me that wrench?

Nebula: I'm kinda busy fucking up this wire right now.

Nebula: I'm imaging it as Thanos' neck.

Tony: Thanos' neck is thicker than that.

Nebula: Don't ruin my dream.

Thanos has joined the chat.

Thanos: You talking shit?

Nebula: Piss off, old man.

Tony has blocked Thanos.

Nebula: Thanks.

Tony: It's okay... so, about that wrench?

Nebula: Get it yourself.

Nebula has left the chat.

Tony: She'll warm up to me.

Tony: I have the need.

Tony: The need to adopt another child.

Tony has left the chat.

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