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shinraapologist · 2 years

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im coming into your askbox now...! whats yr fave thing abt shinra? and do u have a fave official art of him? :3

I LOOOOOVE SHIIIIIIINRAAAAAAAAAA. I LOVE SHINRA. hes so handsome and perfect hes the most pathetic man alive i want to eat him i want to put him in a jar and shake him. he is the blorbo of all time. THIS IS SOOOOO LONG, THIS IS MY SHINRA THESIS. this is my shinra apologism bible. this is my shinra loving conversion propaganda.

shinra, at his core, is someone who loves so deeply and is so fucking traumatized and has such bad odds of overcoming it. he's been raised solely by shingen (someone remind me to talk abt test tube shinra) who has. no interest in shinras genuine care or wellbeing beyond an.... experimental context. hes trying to make a child into an accomplished surgeon.

this has consequences on the child.

i hc shinra as autistic (someone remind me to talk about who all in drrr is autistic. short answer they all are); specifically that he struggles with social cues, expectations, reading tone and situations, and emotional regulation and expressing his emotions "correctly". specifically, he over-emotes, to the point of theater at times. his neutral expression and tone of voice are overly excitable and positive, and he feels all his emotions very strongly and reacts as such.

already having trouble understanding what is and isnt socially acceptable (and the differences between different situations), being raised by shingen really fucks him over because he's given a rather.... broken moral and social framework. all the things you normally teach a child about right and wrong... shinra did not get those conversations.

as a child this doesnt bother him. he literally does not know any different. hes generally effervescent, hes a bright child and he loves his dad and he loves learning and he loves how cool shizuo is. he's never seen an operation done on someone who isn't under anesthesia and it bothers him in a way he doesnt have words to describe and his dad wants him to do it, and his dad is smart and he's supposed to listen to his dad and his dad says its okay, so its okay right? he doesnt like it, doesnt like how it feels to hurt the person he found on the boat- doesnt like how his dad doesnt think shes a person when shes right in front of him doing all the things a person does. but he doesn't know how to process that. the person from the boat seems a bit afraid of him after, even though she doesnt have the language to speak to him yet. he doesnt like that, either, although he cant put the words together to explain why.

he likes the girl. shes pretty, in a way he had absently found other girls and women pretty, the same way a flower or a very nice teapot is pretty. but this time, it catches a spark in him- she's captivating in a way none of the others ever have been. he likes how she carries herself, the way she interacts with the world, and he wants so badly to talk to her. so he does. he follows her all around their little house, although at first she's always in the room that used to hold a bunch of spare medical equipment but now holds a thin mat and a black motorcycle. he lets himself in without bothering to announce himself or ask, because hes never had to ask to go in here, and doesnt see any reason he shouldnt be now. sometimes, she shoes him away without fanfare. other times, she allows him to talk to her, chattering a million miles an hour about what hes learned in school or with his dad or what he's been doing out in the yard. she seems like shes listening, even if she never replies. she couldnt, obviously, she had no head. after a few weeks she begins to sometimes come with him when he tries to pull her by the hand around the house.

shinras not the type of kid to want to draw, so it's a few weeks before they reach a point in school where he has homework to take home. theyre learning to write, and although shinra has been reading at a level a few years above his age for a while, he hasn't written any- he's never had any need to. he drags the homework with him into the spare room to go bother his friend after school. she's interested in what he's doing; he can feel her watch him write his shaky pencil strokes as he traces the hirigana outlined on the paper. he explains them to her as she watches, having no idea she can't understand him yet. he proudly holds his finished assignment out to her and beams when she examines it closely. her hand hesitates as she reaches for the pencil; she pulls it back almost as soon as she begins. he thrusts it into her hands, excited that his friend wants to be part of what he's doing. he brings her a spare piece of copy paper and watches as she carefully copies his hirigana. he's happy, pointing to each one as she draws it and telling her which one it is. to him, it seems like a fun game. the next day, he steals a copy of yesterdays homework from the teachers desk when she isnt looking, and begins grabbing an extra copy of each assignment he gets. he and his friend do their homework together every day after school. she sits with him at the kitchen table to do it, now. each day, he does his first and tells her all about what it means. she picks up quickly- within months they both can write simple sentences, and now shinra can really talk to his friend.

once they begin being able to talk, the two are inseparable. shinra grabs an empty moleskin from his dad's office for her to write in, and the more she writes, the quicker she learns. she points to every new object they encounter, and shinra is happy to tell her what each one called. he wants her to come out with him into the yard, and she gestures at the wispy smoke rolling from her neck. he gathers a few hundred yen from random drawers and the pockets of his dad's laundry and the sidewalk on the way home from school and buys her the biggest sunhat they have at the department store the next time he and his dad go. she's happy, when he shows her.

shinra grows far too quickly into a teenager, still wickedly smart and still so deeply, wildly infatuated with celty. he tells her everything, and she tells him more and more, too, as the years go by. he's careful, now, to do all his homework with her and explain the concepts to her as he goes. it's extremely effective studying, and it motivates him to fully understand the material. he's beginning to understand the way he loves her, beginning to realize how lost he would feel without her. he knows he needs to keep her in his life. he also knows now his dad sometimes says and does things he dislikes. shinra operates entirely of his own desires, listening to his father when what shingen asks of him suits him and ignoring him when it doesn't. izaya had asked him once if he had any idea of right and wrong, and although shinra remembers the face izaya made when he told him he felt that anything that felt right must be right, he doesn't know what to make of it.

within another two years he knows he's in love with celty, has already confessed a dozen times. she always brushes him off, but he sees the way she's beginning to smoke up more when he says it. it reminds him of the blush he gets when she says something funny or is particularly cute to him. his love is big enough that it feels like it could burst from his chest. he has no idea what to do with it, how to show it in any semblance of a healthy way. he tries, he stumbles, and gets up and tries again. conversing with humans still confuses him- still cant read facial expressions, still cant understand the vocal inflection of others- but can read celty like an open book. he's beginning to feel less and less human, but he's not upset by it- he's never felt all too human to start.

the longer shingen is gone, the more shinra realizes how badly his father affected him. he begins to resent the man- resents him when he fumbles a social interaction and loses a well paying client, resents him when he does something he feels is right and sees celty hurt or sad. the resentment eats him, leaving him lost and adrift. every time he looks in the mirror he sees his father. his life, his passion, his income, his reputation- its all intertwined with shingen. he hates his father so much he begins to hate himself.

seeing celty come home from the first dollars meeting breaks something in him. he starts to blame his father, if only the rotten bastard hadn't done this to her- and pauses. shinras continued to lie to her too, he's just as responsible now as his father. the feeling makes him sick. he almost tells her then about saika, but the words catch in his throat, and they taste bitter when he swallows them.

that changes something in shinra- he's trying to be better, be kinder, question what he really feels is right and wrong. trying and stumbling and trying again. he forces the truth from his throat, tells celty what his father did, knows his four year old self couldnt stop shingen and his twenty three year old self does not need to continue to cover for him. the truth tastes just as bitter on his tongue as it did in his throat.

he begins standing up to shingen, bit by bit, always feeling he's falling short, always realizing too late when hes crossed a line. trying and stumbling and trying again.

when the stranger kisses him, and he feels a pinprick in his shoulder, all he can think of is the way celty jumped. her shock and pain swirl inside him as violently as she's chasing them- his celty, his celty- he needs to get back to his celty. saikas voice buzzes in his ears like a swarm of wasps but all he can think is celty celty celty-

he needs to find her. when his father hands him the sword the swarm of wasps in his brain swells to a roar and reverberates around his thoughts. celty celty celty- love celty- love- celty- love love love- his broken bones and torn ligaments scream against the flight of stairs to the rooftop backed by an orchestra of celty celty celty love you celty love love love love celty-

it was never a question of following her. shinra would have begged shizuo to throw him after her whether he'd had a plan or not- the sword that had slipped into his body was burning inside him and screaming a chorus, pulled itself to his palm and the sea of love love love celty- guided his arm, guided his thoughts, guided his heart and his soul. trying, and stumbling. doing what his father would have done- what his father already had. he cant help but to get up and try again. i love shinra because hes. fucked up and traumatized and still loves. loves imperfectly, loves messily and loudly and is loved in return. hes a work in progress, hes a horrible little man, hes a poor meow meow and a pathetic wet rat and i could talk about him for ten years. i could talk about his and celtys relationship for ten years. i think shinra as a character is massively underappreciated and massively mischaracterized. this only scratches the SURFACE of my thoughts. PLEASE feel free to ask me abt him he is my little bratz doll im rotating him in my mind at all times. i need to reblog this with my favorite official art tumblr is either overworked or my post is too long-

#drrr #durarara!!#shinra kishitani #character tagging this one. the public needs to know the truth #NOW WITH A READ MORE. SORRY

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singsongraptor · 1 year

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Yesterday someone compared AI "art" to photography. I already ranted on it but one of my friends, an artisan herself, tried to defend the shit reasoning that AI is similar to photography, that I shouldnt be offended by the comparison, and that the pushback against AI was similar to being close minded about digital art as a traditional artisan who was trained to make most of her materials (fabric on a loom, glazes, etc). She also made a statement that a lot of art was made through plagiarism, a statement that is particularly offensive to me as a Black artisan, coming from a white artisan, considering how much white people steal and plagiarize from Black people in multiple industries and have done so for centuries, including stealing our lives through slavery.

I'm going to copy here my responses to her. So this will not be a "proper" essay and is not directed at anyone on here.

AI "art" is theft and plagiarism, full stop. It is run *entirely* on theft and plagiarism. There is nothing original or skilled about it. There's no practice or education required. There's no emotion behind it. It is NOT art. It cannot be art.

And, just because some art was made via theft doesn't mean more theft to make something art-adjacent is ok like what kind of messy reasoning is that?

The comparison is insulting to me as a photographer because I work hard at my craft. I work hard to learn about cameras, about photography as an art, about framing, lighting, aesthetics, about post processing and the programs used for them.

An AI doesn't and cannot understand any of that. There's neither effort nor genuine learning. It merely mimics what it's programmers have told it "looks nice" based on the theft of thousands of hours of real artists' work. It cannot dream or imagine, only mix and warp what real people have dreamed and imagined, taking food from their mouths and devaluing the effort and skill they actually cultivated.

AI art is a mockery of art, because it literally cannot create. It can *only* steal and is a glorified copy-paste-morph tool.

I find this comparison offensive because it DOES take away from photography. It actively denigrates how photography as an art is accomplished, and the effort and education and time and technical skill and artistic eye that must be developed.

My camera is not less complex than the glazes and fabric you learned how to make. To take good photos requires you to understand the breadth and depth of your camera's limitations and capabilities, along with your lenses. It requires knowing how the various settings and components work together to capture your intended shot. Understanding color and light are critical, as well as understanding how the camera and the human eye see and utilize both.

Understanding perspective, and other artistic concepts of drawing, painting, and even sculpture, are valuable knowledge points that need to be developed just as much for photographers as artisans and artists, particularly if you're trying to capture motion and small subjects, or unique perspectives, such as in macro photography, which is the kind I do the most.

Post processing is its own skillset, not just in managing the programs themselves but in how they can be used to craft the piece you want from the photo you took. And that's just digital photography. Analog photography is an entirely different ballgame and the dark room skills are not something that can just be picked up by any schmuck with a smartphone or a film camera.

Reducing the years I have spent educating myself and honing my craft, learning hundreds of concepts and skills, which I still can improve and seek to improve every day to "choosing some elements and settings" is a vile insult to me personally and to the field of photography as an art form in general. My camera is not generating art, I am. It is me. I am the one with the skillset, not my camera.

The AI doesn't have any skills either. It has done no work, it has no understanding, just like my camera. The difference is my camera is a tool like pencil and paper, or clay and glaze. The AI is a computer making guesses on what "looks nice" by taking millions of hours of actual humans' effort, education, practice, imagination and labor and smashing them together. Don't insult me and my craft please.

One last thing. You said: "people bringing up algorithmic theft have obviously never spent any time looking at other art, or seeing how much art begat other art through theft."

Coming from you, a ⚪️ woman, to me, a Black person, that is incredibly insulting and insensitive. Your people have been stealing from mine in every single industry, including and especially the sciences, art, music, and artisan trades like fashion, for centuries. Your people have stolen my ancestors' entire lives and legacies. They continue to steal our ideas and our intellectual property to this day. All while suppressing and denigrating our cultures and contributions to a massive variety of fields.

Your people do not even see us as capable of contributing to various fields unless we're godlike in skill, cater and pander to your judgment, and distance and debase ourselves from our people and communities. And still your people will steal and take credit even then. Your people's mediocrity is celebrated while our greatness is maligned and denigrated. Ignored. At least until what we made or discovered is colonized.

AI art is a tool sure, but only insofar as it's the extension of colonization and capitalism. Please do not try and justify its use because "a lot of art came from theft." I, far more than you seem to realize, am aware of that, if only because my people cannot even get into our fields while yours get awards and recognition from what we've made.

#ai art #photography #art #artists on tumblr #black photographers

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floralovebot · 1 year

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man people who racebend characters of color are REALLY showing their asses in how they think we're all interchangable and see us as a checklist for "Getting A Good Grade In Woke :)" rather than just... acknowledgment of the existing natural diversity of planet earth and the different ways people make life of it.

its insensitive to reimagine disneys tiana as asian, not because asian people dont face racism or cant enjoy cooking or didnt exist in 1920s new orleans- but because tiana is the first and still only black disney princess and was written and designed as such. her race informs and deepens her writing and her struggles, her love for her dad and specifically wanting to validate a jim crow era black man's sacrifices for his family, her connection to him and her community through her cooking when they all struggle to keep food on the table. similarly mulan shouldnt be rebranded as african american, not because black women couldnt exist in china or never crossdressed to join the army or dont face misogyny- but because mulan is a folk hero of historical chinese legend and as mulan, specifically cannot be divorced from that background. (also, frankly? the early white princesses arent really as well written for the most part, and their culture of origin is virtually never taken into account aside from visuals in their development, if that).

thats what ticked me off so bad about the monster high reboot. nb frankie was so cool and an asian draculaura was so fun but then they just... took away the black girl? and by extension, her sisters and thus ALL the black girls and like, dude not cool? nothing wrong with her being latina but being afrolatina is a different experience than being african american. afrolatinas deserve rep but that doesnt mean they shouldve taken clawdeen from african american girls. then there was some back and forth as to where specifically draculaura's family is from, and lagoona's origins vary from source to source dolls vs movie vs tv too and you just really feel the lack of effort and cohesion in the writing rooms. it really is just all just numbers on a chart, quotas to be filled there.

even with shows like winx where its ambiguous at times and kind of a raceblind take at others, theres so little for ANY of us that redesigning without that in mind becomes poaching. why would you take when ive been given so precious little? why would you want to change this one gift from people like me that lets me know i'm seen and loved? sure, other people deserve to have that too but if they want to borrow then take those who have so much they wont even miss it?

asdfghjkl sorry for the essay, i guess i had a breakthrough in how to put why this specific issue gets to me.

YESSS THANK YOU

Like it's so fucking weird to me!!! And GOD I wanted to say something about gen3 Clawdeen but I wasn't sure if I was "right" or if it was my place to say but exactly!! Being afrolatina is wonderful and they deserve representation too but it is still ultimately a different experience from being black american and they shouldn't have taken that away from black girls! I'm glad that mixed kids have her as rep now but they shouldn't have taken her away!! They very easily could've made a new character to fill that role instead!

AND YES to the winx point!! At the end of the day, it doesn't matter that some of the girls races or ethnicities are more ambiguous, they still have Canon races and people shouldn't be taking that away and giving it to someone else. That's not how representation works! Ever! Like if someone redesigned Aisha to be asian, that wouldn't make me happy or give me More representation. All that would be doing is taking away representation from black people! Same thing with Musa, Flora, Nabu, etc.

It also feels So fucking scummy when a white person's excuse is just that they Personally didn't see a character as their canonical race/ethnicity and that's why they changed it?? Like I don't give a shit if You personally don't see Nabu as an Indian man. That doesn't change his blatant coding. Same with characters like Flora who are more ambiguous. It doesn't matter if You Personally don't like her being Latina. She is. Fucking deal???

#and don't worry about it!! i loved seeing this!!#i get so worried whenever i get new asks when i post about racism ajldhgl #and about tiana like holy shit that blew me away #SO much of her story is tied into blackness!! you CAN'T erase her being black without taking away a fundamental aspect -#of her story and the intention of her character #and that's a big reason why even with more ambiguous characters like the wi.nx it's still wrong #they were created with the Intention of giving the show and kids watching it more diversity #you CAN'T take away their race without taking away a huge part of their character and purpose #it just feels so 'i don't see color 😊' like ajkghddlajgh #UGH #answered #AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON POCAHONTAS HOLY SHIT?????#that was a real person!! she was real!! they based this on real life and they were so fucking racist and wrong about it!!#amonute has been done so fucking wrong by the world and to then just erase her being indigenous... like how insensitive can you get

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transgenderer · 2 years

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Ok. Lets say I buy that youre presenting as you truly "feel inside". How is separating trans women from womens sports (where high school age males regularly outperform olympic level females) or prisons causing violence to the trans women? And if it is, is it causing more or less violence to the women raped in jail or denied scholarships or assaulted in changing rooms?

hmm. i wanna break this down into pieces

first of all, my personal experience doesnt really accord with the idea of transness expressing who i am inside. i think of it more in like...lower-level terms? like, i experience immense discomfort ("dysphoria") when seen/referred to as a guy, or when i percieve myself as having features that would cause people to see me as a guy. i take hormones to modify those features, and ask people to use she/her, etc for similar reasons. ANYWAY

okay, so first of all...i dont really care about the sports issue! i have a lot of trouble caring, basically at all. my defense of the pro trans-women-in-womens-sports positions comes from the fundamental arbitrariness of the categories involved. theres no particular reason to separate sports into mens and womens, instead of say, short and tall, strong and weak, or even categories that dont really affect performance, like black and white, blue eyed or brown eyed, left handed or right handed. people like watching sports, so we have a system to organize them, and at some point people decided men and women shouldnt compete against each other. but like....it doesnt have to be that! is it any more fair that a short guy cant get a scholarship for basketball than this hypothetical cis girl who cant get a scholarship because shes been beaten by a trans girl? i dont feel like it is! the whole sports scholarship system is kind of dumb

i feel like the sports issue isnt really about sports? like, sorry, but nobody cared about womens sports already. i mean i dont care about any sports. but people who care about sports care about mens sports. because of sexism or whatever. so it FEELS to me like the role of gender-in-sports is much more about public signalling/consensus-building about who counts as a woman

okay, so now that weve got trivialities out of the way...prisons. prisons are fucked up, i think having a penal system is important but prisons are such cesspits of rape and abuse and suffering. trying to apply harm-reduction considerations to prison policies is weird, because theyre systems that are just...totally uninterested in harm reduction, that actively choose harm increasing. but lets try anyway. i think, pretty inevitably, an out trans women who is sent to a mens prison for longer than...idk, a couple weeks(?) is going to be physically or sexually assaulted, just...as a certainty. theres a lot of men who are aggressively hostile towards trans women, and it only takes one among the whole population of people who interact with her for there to be a bad incident.

heres my argument for why putting trans women in womens prisons is probably harm reduction, even if you assume trans women are just as dangerous as cis men. imagine if 1 in 10 men want to assault a trans women, and 1 in 10 trans women want to assault a cis woman. (i think this is pretty generous to your argument!). if you put the trans woman in mens prison, she interacts with enough different men that she definitely gets assaulted. if you put the trans woman in womens prison, there's a 90% chance nobody gets assaulted, so unless that bad apple is assaulting TEN cis women without getting caught, its harm-reduction to put the trans woman in with the cis women.

oh, and changing rooms. changing rooms are crazy! i dont know why we have communal changing rooms. building a bunch of changing stalls is not that expensive. being made to strip naked (or like, to your underwear) in front of a bunch of your peers is terrible, its absurd and awful we make kids do it, we should stop.

#this got really long #im trying to engage in good faith here

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bridgyrose · 2 years

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Punk AU Ruby is a tattoo artist and she falls in love with Cinder who somehow comes often to her studio

Cinder sighed as she walked into The Painted Rose, a small tattoo studio that seemed to pop up overnight. The inside was decorated to look much like you’d expect a vampire’s home: black wallpaper and red curtains to separate the rooms, a few skulls and black lace on a small table that housed a rack of photos of different works the tattoo artist had done. She walked over to register and rang the bell on the counter.

“I’ll be out in a moment!”

Cinder rolled her eyes and sat down to wait. It wasnt long for a young girl to come out from one of the backrooms. “You’re a bit young to be doing this, arent you?”

“I’m not that young.” Ruby smiled brightly at Cinder. “So, what can I do for you?”

“I need a tattoo touched up on my shoulder.” Cinder turned around and lowered her shirt a bit to show a fading tattoo of a cross with chains holding it by the ends. “Think you can handle this without messing it up?”

“Shouldnt be a problem, though I’ll need to take a better look at the full thing. Assuming you have the time.”

Cinder grunted and followed the girl into the back to lie down on one of the chairs. She took her shirt off and got comfortable. “I need you to match the colors to make it brighter.”

“I can take care of that right now then.”

“Dont mess this up.”

“I wont.” Ruby stood up and put on a pair of gloves and started getting the ink ready for her needle. “Now, this might sting a bit and I’ll need you to sit still. Think you can do that?”

“I’ll be able to handle it. Its not my first touch up.”

“Then be a good girl and let me do all the work.”

Cinder’s heart fluttered a bit at hearing those words come from such an upbeat voice. Though, the fluttering was short lived as she felt the needle run over her tattoo. She winced as Ruby kept going with the touchup, her shoulder still a soft spot from her last failed relationship. She never noticed when Ruby pressed her other hand down on the center of her back to keep her still.

“If you dont keep still, I’m going to have to hold you down so I dont mess this up.” Ruby smirked as she pulled the needle away to give Cinder a small break. “And you wouldnt be the first woman I’ve held down. Nor will you be the last.”

Cinder chuckled a bit, unable to stifle her own laugh. “Shouldnt you take me out to dinner first before you hold me down? It’d only be fair.”

“I’m sure we can make those arrangements.” Ruby started running the needle over Cinder’s tattoo again, doing her best to keep Cinder from feeling too much pain. “Tell me when you need a break since your shoulder seems to be a bit sensitive.”

Cinder nodded and tried to relax again, letting Ruby when she had enough for the moment and needed her shoulder to relax a bit. She had been to a few different parlors, but this was the first where the artist seemed to have a gentle touch with her work. Sure, other tattoo artists would take their time and make sure she wasnt in pain, but Ruby was different. She went slower with her work than others, keeping up small talk and putting the needle up for a bit when Cinder needed a moment for her shoulder. Even her bright personality didnt seem to match the gothic look of the parlor or her own wardrobe.

Ruby smiled and pulled away, gently placing a bit of tattoo wrap over the tattoo to help it heal without causing issues. “Finished. Just remember, keep the wrap on for a few days, week at least, and make sure you use lotions after.”

“I know how to take care of my tattoos.” Cinder slowly put her shirt back on and started buttoning it up. “Though, I’ll admit, you did better work than I expected. When I decide I want any more tattoos, I’ll make sure to stop by again.”

“Great.” Ruby smirked and went to finish checking Cinder out. “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you. Maybe you’ll be a regular around here.”

Cinder followed Ruby and paid for the touchup, taking her receipt and change and stuffing it in her pocket. She smiled as she walked outside and got into her car. She pulled out her receipt to put it with the others she kept from each tattoo parlor she went to, pausing when she finally looked at it. One the back of the receipt was a phone number with a small message written on the back.

Call if you ever want that dinner.

Cinder sighed and leaned back into her seat, her heart fluttering again. “Dammit… One more time couldnt possibly hurt, could it?”

#rwby #drabbles #fallen petals #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #cinder fall #cinder x ruby #not fully what you asked for #but I do love the idea of a tattoo au #and Cinder coming in only to realize she found someone she likes #punk au #plus #a first meeting is always fun

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fictiousfragments · 2 years

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ahh okay so,,.. first og post on tumblr. this is my cast of characters that i will be using in art & fanfics. all o' these will be undertale au variations, please let me know if i need to tag anyone.

i would love to answer questions but i think its safe to say nothing is gonna happen until later, whenever that is

they use masculine pronouns unless otherwise specified!!

UnderTale

Comic - his hobbies consist of conspiring with the rats and finding the most ridiculous places to hide. have you ever seen someone hide under the floor? it was him, always has been.

Rus - is his love for coffee the result of his jumpy enthusiasm, or does the coffee fuel his hyperactivity at 3am? we will never know. sorts his books after levels of nostalgia.

UnderSwap

Blue - being within a ten meter radius of him will make you giddy. motivation and an energy drink is all he needs to survive. oh shit, he spiked the punch again.

Stretch - he stores everything in his pockets, and is very big on social media. maybe its his personality, but everyone is staring at the chaos in the bg, while this man stays oblivious.

UnderFell

Red, Cherry - the sad wannabe tough guy. he looks like he could crush you with a hand, but in reality he just wants to know which cafe you got your vanilla latte from.

Edge - the diplomacy is a front, he is a bastardly cat father with no sense of style (it doesnt matter though, he can make it look good, fuck you linda).

SwapFell [purple designs]

Razz - [she/they] watches youtube, tells herself just one more, and whoopsies its 4am now. all of their shirts have cursewords on them because she has the same self-restraint level everywhere she goes.

Slim, Pup - cannot bother with sorting his music into playlists. he just has that autoplaylist 'liked' with at least 1000 different songs. he knows where every. single. song. is.

FellSwap [red designs]

Wine - being around him with a coffee mug feels like a crime. it must be gold plated or it will feel out of place. wine knows that, that's why he always drinks suspicious red liquid out of a wine glass.

Mutt - oh god who put him in charge of anything. its all memes. he shouldnt even have access to the internet anymore, since he hired hackers at one point to- oh, shit, sorry, thats classified-

TwistFell {@itsladykit}

Black - the entire house smells like baked goods, all the sugar is gone, and now black doesnt know what to do because all the counters are covered with cinnamon skulls with a hint of calcium.

Twist - reeks like chaos incarnate. there is a level of tomfuckery here unparalleled to anything anyone has ever seen. everywhere is not safe, run for your sanity!

SwapTwistFell {also @itsladykit, because good shit}

Plum - about as pleasant as a really old plum. he's also... you know... dead? probably.

Cash - prickly cactus man. hes smoking - no, really, where the fuck did all these dang cigarello buds come from? the cactus prickley thingies are, in reality, his cigarello outer coating.

HorrorTale

Axe - he's also rather dead! used to be a raging something or another.

Crooks - literally hyperfocuses on aethetics and books. every room in his house has a wildly different theme that is gorgeous on its own, but mixed together as it is, its like an assorted bag of eye ouchies.

DuskTale {my own au, will elaborate later on}

Cod - [they/them] they've been sitting in that same spot, doing nothing, for the last three hours. are they breathing? it sure doesnt look like it. call an ambulance just in case.

Acid - OH sweet baby jesus, someone left the door open and now the gremlin got into the garage. i dunno what he's making but it sounds like chemical distruction. face mask anyone?

#undertale #undertale fandom #utau #undertale au #underswap #underfell #swapfell #fellswap #twistfell #swaptwistfell #horrortale #dusktale

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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through the green glass door (*) loki laufeyson x reader

+++++++++ Guess who watched the first Thor movie 😁😁

(*) - leads to smut but it doesnt go all the way. but like, its super suggestive lol

Song: lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic at the disco

@cynic-spirit +++++++++

"do you have any idea what the consequences will be if i get caught?!"

i exclaimed as quietly as possible, my three friends giggling as they huddled around me.

"y/n, youre the most agile person we know. and we've all been dreaming of the fruit off that tree for ages. please."

Lenore said and i rolled my eyes.

"if i get caught im taking you three down with me."

i said, gripping the tree bark on the outside portion of the wall.

"we believe in you."

she said as i began climbing. i couldnt believe id let them talk me into this. but they were right, we had all been wanting the fruit off this tree for a very long time. it was forbidden to any outside the palace walls. something none of us had ever or would ever have the pleasure of enjoying. until now i suppose.

"im at the top."

i called back down to them still on the ground. they all cheered and clapped, jumping up and down as they giggled. but i wasnt triumphant just yet. i could see the tree, barely touching the branches of the one i was in. just over the garden wall.

"youve got this."

i whispered to myself, stepping as lightly as i possibly could towards the wall. there was a creaking and i paused, taking a deep breath. it was fine. this was fine. so i kept going, jumping onto the top of the garden wall as the edge of the branch snapped. i took a staggered breath, still hidden within lots of leaves. but there, like a light in the distance i could see the golden fruit. i plucked one off the branch, its smell as it got closer becoming sweeter and sweeter.

then i saw another, plucking it too and tossing both to the ground below. there i saw the three of them, rushing over and picking them up. i grabbed another that was close enough to reach and dropped it down, so each of them could have one of their own. they all celebrated with happy noises of content as they devoured them. as i looked back up to grab another fruit i noticed there were none left nearer to me.

"drat."

i complained, seeing one of the golden fruits just past the wall, barely out of reach. i knew i shouldn't be greedy but i went through all this trouble, it would be a shame to not have one for myself. so i stepped further, to the edge of the wall. i found a branch sturdy enough and planted my foot on it. i took one step, then another, and so on until i was nearing the trunk of the tree and the fruit i had seen from the wall.

"finally."

i whispered, plucking it off the branch and sinking my teeth into it. it was just as sweet as it smelled and i was glad i had continued on my journey over the wall. that was at least until i took one wrong step, another branch breaking under me. then it was one branch after another, falling straight on my face in the grass below the tree. i groaned, lifting my head and my eyes going wide. there in front of me was a pair of black leather boots.

"um, i can explain."

i started, looking up and pausing again. there in front of me was the young prince, holding a book in one hand and a pear in the other, looking just as surprised to see me as i was to see him.

"im sure thats one hel of an explanation having dropped from the sky."

he stated and i moved to my knees quickly, bowing in front of him.

"yes, my prince. i am truly sorry."

he laughed and i looked at him confused.

"please, stand."

he said and i did as told, bowing my head.

"i have not seen you before."

"my prince?"

i raised a brow, watching him as he leaned against the tree.

"where do you come from?"

i cleared my throat.

"outside the palace my prince."

he laughed again.

"do you think me an idiot?"

he asked and i stopped breathing.

"of course not, how could you? you are but a peasant."

then i drew my brows.

"now you wait just a minute! i may not be of noble birth but that does not mean you will disrespect me. arrest me, for all i care, but i will not be spoken to like a-"

"relax."

he said and i stopped.

"relax?!"

he shook his head.

"what is your name?"

i opened and closed my mouth a couple times. then i inhaled sharply.

"y/n."

he stood off the tree, tucked the book under his arm, and offered me his hand.

"well y/n, i am of the impression that you are in need of a new dress."

i looked at him funny before looking down at my outfit. i was dirty and my skirt had torn when i fell out of the tree.

"you arent going to arrest me?"

i asked hesitantly and he smiled.

"i am not."

he said and i slowly took his hand.

"my prince i, i dont believe-"

"you dont need to believe, just trust me."

he said and i nodded. i followed him blindly inside, walking openly past the guards up the stairs and down a long glimmering hallway. it didnt necessarily feel right, but something about him made me want to keep walking. to keep following him.

"my prince-"

"call me loki."

he interrupted.

"um, loki, right. uh where are we going?"

he squeezed my hand before pulling me into a room.

"my chambers."

he said and i froze, the door closing behind us. then out of nowhere a woman appeared, bowing her head.

"bring us one of my mothers old dresses. my guest is in need of some new clothes."

he said in a suave tone, the woman walking past me and out the door.

"i dare say, my prince, i am not worthy of wearing the queens garb."

he looked at me and smiled, pulling a chair out from under a small golden table and sitting at it.

"i think she would disagree."

i smiled back in amusement and joined him at the table.

"why are you being so nice to me?"

i asked and watched as he took a drink.

"it has been a long time since someone has been able to get over garden wall and not get caught. i admire that."

i raised a brow.

"so you like that im mischievous?"

i questioned and he smirked.

"exactly."

i made a small noise of disbelief.

"i should have guessed. the midgaurdians call you, what, the god of mischief? it only makes sense you would like someone sneaking into the palace garden."

"my lord."

i heard from the door and both our gaze turned to the girl, holding a blue dress.

"ah yes, a perfect choice."

i watched as he took it from her, shooing her away afterwards. and then he started towards me, making me more curious.

"for the lady."

he said, offering it to me and i smirked at him.

"care to help me put it on?"

i made a face, realizing what i had just asked and almost couldnt believe myself for being so bold. but part of me also didnt regret it. and i couldnt help notice the knowing smile across his face as he led me to his bed. there he laid the dress out and moved to help me.

"a bit intrepid for someone who believed me to want to arrest them."

i looked over his face for a moment.

"theres something about you i cant get off of my mind."

"and that is?"

he asked, stepping behind me and undoing the top op my dress slowly. i just stood and stared ahead as he did so.

"though i know we could both be in large amounts of trouble with the king if he were to find out i am here, i still feel like i can trust you."

i said, looking at him over my shoulder and we both examined each other. his face was soft. softer than before. and the golden light peaking in over the terrace railing made him look more ethereal.

"i can trust you, cant i?"

i asked and his gaze shifted down my face.

"you can trust this."

he said calmly before capturing my lips in his. it was gentle and i could feel my heart knocking a my rib cage to be let out. i was kissing the boy prince. the heir apparent. and gods did it feel great.

"loki."

i whispered when he pulled away, looking between his eyes for any reason not to trust him and coming up with nothing.

"do you still wish for my help?"

he bargained and i nodded.

"i wouldnt want anything else."

it was said in such a hushed tone im sure no one else would have been able to hear it had they been in the room. i stood there as he stripped me slowly. He began with finishing the top of my dress, letting the lacing down and pushing the fabric down off my shoulders. as the dress pooled at my ankles i was left there in my sark, a small shiver traveling up my spine as his fingers traced up my arm.

"may i?"

he asked, placing his other hand firmly at my waist, tugging at the fabric. i swallowed hard, almost feeling like i shouldnt be doing this.

"yes."

i said quiet and bold.

"you are quite the woman."

he noted, pulling the sark up over my head and dropping it to the floor with my dress. i should have felt more exposed standing there naked but my back was still to him.

"Thank you my prince."

I said with some form of sincerity. He kissed my shoulder.

"I told you, call me Loki."

He whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps over my skin.

"Loki."

I half moaned, leaning back into him as his hands found their way to my hips again.

"May I touch you further?"

He questioned and I nodded against him, feeling his hand trail up my torso painfully slow. He kissed across my shoulder, up my neck, and onto my jaw before spinning me around swiftly. I gasped at the sudden movement, looking over his face as he stepped closer to kiss me properly. When he pulled away I noticed his clothes had also vanished, gone in a flash of green.

"May I make love to you?"

He asked, barely gracing my lips with his own.

"Please do."

I whispered against him before kissing him, again and again, until my back hit the soft silk of his bedding.

#wattpad #x reader #Loki Laufeyson #marverl #imagines #one shots #342 #loki #smut?#idk not really but kinda #smut

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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insecxreasalwqys · 2 years

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and then he smiled, and thats what im after. (The series)

Edit:This is horrid. For your well being, I recommend you would scroll past this. If you would like to stay, be ready to be forever traumatized by horrible writing, and a crappy storyline. Proceed with caution! ⚠️

Ch. 1 : remember it all

Kuzuryu chose chishiya, because he felt chishiya needed it. As soon as he chose him, he started talking with chishiya, this place was hell, anyways. They got put in a game together. Chishiya made kuzuryu drive. They entered the game together, with about 5 other people. Registration closed.

Game: remember it all : 3 of hearts

Time and player limit: 10 players, 1 hour.

Rules: enter the room up ahead, and take the pill. Adjust your expression to a calm one, and sit down. The big screen infront of you all will light up, and it will show clips of your life. It will choose people randomly. If you change your expression anytime throughout you or someone elses clips, its game over for you. There will also be an illusion.

Game start

They entered the other room together, and took the pill just like everyone else did. Kuzuryu and chishiya had no need to adjust because, like always, they were already calm. First player: Kuzuryu keiichi

Kuzuryu didnt really have a bad childhood. He grew up in an average house hold, and they treated him well. The first one was about him telling his friend that he thought that the world was so unfair, especially the people in it. The second was about him fighting for something he believed. That all lives were created equally, and that there shouldnt be any debate between that. Kuzuryu still agreed with what he thought in those 2 clips. Chishiya just watched a little more intently then he thought he woud, just because he knew kuzuryu and wanted to know more about the man. Others just didnt care. The third one, though, caught quite the attention of some people there. It was a clip of him driving, right before borderland. He had come back from america, and went back to japan. When he was driving, he was looking out the window. There were what appeared to be fireworks, but they looked a bit, different. He didnt think he missed anything, but looked closely anyways. Well, he was looking a bit to much, as, on kuzuryus end, he felt as if he had been pushed, by someone quite strong. Then he realized that it was a car that crashed into him. And all of a sudden, the screen went black. 1 person screamed by the sudden change. Kuzuryu didnt find this event too scary for him, as, he knew that he was fine, and he only injured his arm, and it had recovered now. But his car? Oh he didnt know about that. Then came the illusion. It was someone being excluded. In one scenario they were blamed and the person in charge of it was believing the other person just because they were friends with the accuser.

It didnt stun kuzuryu or make him change his expression, no. But, it did trigger Kuzuryu in a way, even though it wasnt visible. Next player: Shuntaro Chishiya

Kuzuryu held chishiyas hand, and chishiya responded with trying to tug it away, but he was unsuccessful. Kuzuryu was doing it to give chishiya some comfort. So chishiya would calm down if he saw something he didn’t want to. He didnt want chishiya not to die just because he himself wanted to live, but mostly because he didnt want to die knowing he failed. It wouldve made him ashamed, and he felt he wanted to do something good. The first clip had chishiya, who looked about 2 there, was crying, and all his parents did was buy some food, and give it to him. Kuzuryu didnt change his expression, but he was more triggered by this than that illusion he had for his. He hated when this stuff happened. The second clip had chishiya finishing middle school with perfect grades. He ran up to his fathers door when he came home in excitement. Yet, before he knocked on the door, he paused. He looked down at his report card, and just walked away with it. He cursed himself for even trying. Why would his father care, anways? He showed him at the end of 5th grade and his father just kept working. As if chishiya didnt even exist.

The last clip was about him coming home. He looked about 14 there. He took his shoes off, and went to his bedroom. He started doing all his left over homework he hadnt done in school (he did most of it during his lunch time). After he did his homework, and studied right away. He studied, and studied, and studied. He didnt even grab anything to eat. He knew it was bad for him to not eat, but he did it to get good grades. He didnt even know why he tried. He almost fell asleep, when he realized he hadnt finished writing the 15 page essay he had. He was also almost falling asleep because he forgot why he was doing all of this, so he wrote himself a note, and it read : When you get into med school after all of that studying, maybe your “father” will love you. -chishiya

That made kuzuryus blood boil, but he didnt give any physical reaction. Chishiya didnt do anything at all, and just sat there, staring at the scene. A girl laughed, not understanding why anyone would find that sad, but then, a laser shot through her head. Neither kuzuryu or shuntaro cared.

The illusion finally came, but it wasnt what chishiya was expecting. It showed chishiyas dad hugging him, and saying he was proud of him. Kuzuryu felt chishiyas body tense a little, but chishiyas expression didnt change. Keiichi held chishiyas hand tighter, and chishiya relaxed.

Throughout the game, their expression never changed. At the end, there were only 3 more people including them.

Chishiya decided he would drive. “Thank you.” He said. “Your welcome.” Kuzuryu replied. They talked a bit, and kuzuryu took the chance to tell chishiya that what his father did was not okay. And when chishiya got out, he should do something about it. Try to talk to his father, get a therapist. When they got back, they both knew that they were slightly closer, and for kuzuryu, that was enough for now.

Ch. 2 : Run fast

“Are you playing tonight?” Kuzuryu asked chishiya. “Mhm. I asked hatter, as the game we played just gave us 3 days.” Chishiya replied. “Im going too.” Kuzuryu stated. Chishiya just nodded. Chishiya entered the game arena. It was pouring outside. As he walked in, he saw about 19 other people. He grabbed a phone, and went to a corner. (A few minutes later) Registration closed.

Game: Race : 6 of spades

Time limit: 50 minutes

Player limit: 20 Rules: Every player will be put together in twos. You will enter a room with your partner. There will be a starting and finish line. Take 5 weapons max from the table. The count down will go from 10 to 0. When it says go, the laser preventing you from going will disappear, and you must start running. You can use weapons to sabotage the other player. This will keep going between the winners of each round, and whoever is the last man standing, wins. If there is not enough players, the leftover one with no partner will be safe until there is a place for them.

Game start. Now, chishiya wasnt the best at spades, but he knew he could run. He wasnt too sure, though, as most people there looked like the type to be good at spades, but he didnt let that thought intimidate him.

He got paired with some buff dude. They entered the room, and the buff guy chose a knife, an axe, a bat, some weapon chishiya didnt know the name of, and a hammer. Well dang. Chishiya was surprised they guy didnt choose a gun, though. After the guy turned around, chishiya took a gun he learned in the other world had good range, so he took it, closed fire, and put it in his pocket. He knew he had good aim, so he didnt worry about that.

3, 2, 1, go!

Chishiya started walking, while the man ran as fast as he could. It was a good distance, so chishiya took his time. When the man was pretty far ahead, chishiya ran and caught up in a few seconds. The finish line was pretty far, and chishiya thanked the fact that when he ran, he didnt make much noise. He got close to the man, took out the gun he had in his pocket, opened fire, and shot. The man of course looked at him before he shot, but, it was too late anyways. Chishiya made sure to shoot him in the head, so that it would for sure kill him, and he ran as fast as he could to the finish line. Well that was easy. Chishiya decided to not try the exact same approach, as he figured the first guy was just dumb. He got paired up with a girl, a little taller than him. “Don’t underestimate me just because im a girl.” She said, in a serious tone. “I wasnt going to, but okay.” He replied, putting his hands up.

Kuzuryu was in his game, but all he could think about was chishiya. Just then, the seeker in his game came near. He got past the other girl, and was now in the final round. They entered the room. His competitor was a girl, with short black hair, a t-shirt, and baggy sweat pants. She took a knife, a rifle, and a kunai. He grabbed a pocket knife. When the voice gave them the ok, the girl bolted off immediately. Chishiya gave her a head start, but quickly caught up with her. When he had the chance, he took it and pushed her. He threw a punch at her, and she stabbed him. It was in the thigh, and didnt go too deep, but was bleeding badly. He stabbed her back, and she threw a punch. He kicked her, and left it at that. She was knocked out, so chishiya took his chance to run.

He got out of the arena as quickly as he could, and grabbed a pressure bandage. He wrapped it around his thigh, and sat in the car seat. It hurt, but not badly enough to make him cry. When he got back, he parked the car, and got out. He tried to get out, but failed to do so. He fell, and scraped his whole arm. Well this is great, isnt it, shuntaro. He thought to himself. And it was bleeding badly aswell. He got up, took his box of supplies incase of emergency, because he knew if he left his wounds, he would probably die. He sat back in the car seat, and cleaned his scrape. He put a bandage over it, and wondered what to do. Just then, niragi came to the parking lot. He was there to make sure no one was out this late, until he saw chishiya in the distance. He ran up to chishiya, ready to yell at him, but saw chishiya limping slightly, with a bandage over his arm. Niragi decided he wouldnt scold him. “Oh dang, uhm, you good?” Niragi said. Chishiya gave him glare. “Is that what it seems, suguru?” Chishiya replied, rolling his eyes. He was about to fall, when niragi caught him. “Ok, ok, geez, no need to be fresh.” Niragi said. Niragi took chishiyas hand, and put it over his shoulder. He took the box, and put it in his free hand. He helped chishiya back.

When they were inside, Niragi brought chishiya to his room, and layed him down on the floor. Chishiya sat up right. “Thanks, i guess.” Chishiya said. “Yeah, no problem.” Niragi replied. “I’ll go call over that kuzuryu guy you hang out with, and that kuina?” He added. “Yeah, sure. Thanks again.” Chishiya replied. When niragi left, chishiya wondered why he even went with the approach he did. He couldve done something else. His thigh was killing him now (literally), and his arm went numb. Chishiya checked up on the bandage, and when he saw it, it was soaked in blood. He wondered why, though, because he didnt think the cut was that deep. Well, it mustve been Chishiya hallucinating, because it was that deep. He quickly grabbed another pressured bandage, and put a gauze under it. He took off the old one, and as he expected, the was more blood. He quickly put the new bandage with a gauze under it on, and it felt slightly better. Just then kuzuryu and Kuina came in. Niragi told them it was bad, but it didnt seem this bad to them. Kuinas eye’s widened and she rushed to chishiya. Kuzuryu did the same. “What game were you in?” Kuzuryu asked, sitting by chishiya. “Some race.” He replied. Kuina and kuzuryu nodded. “Does it hurt bad?” Kuina asked. “Well, my previous bandage is on the floor, and instead of being a beige color its now maroon red. I also cant feel my arm. So, based on that analysis, what is your hypothesis?” He asked. Kuina just pursed her lips. Chishiya fell asleep on the floor that night.

In the morning, there was an executive meeting. Kuzuyru went over to chishiyas room and opened the door. “Hey, shiya?” He said, walking over to chishiya. Chishiya opened his eyes slowly, and looked at keiichi. “Hm?” He said. “We have a meeting in like 10?” Kuzuryu replied. “We do?” Chishiya yelled. “You bet.” Kuzuryu said, trying to lighten up the mood. “Well okay.” Chishiya said, trying to get up. “Absolutely not!” Kuzuryu said, bringing chishiya back down lightly. “Atleast let me help you.” He added. “Fine.” The shorter one pouted.

Ch. 3 : maybe its the way you say my name

“Did we do something?” Chishiya said, as him and kuzuryu came into the metting room. No one said anything. “Ok, carry on, hatter” kuzuryu said. Sitting next to chishiya. Hatter was ranting on about how there were traitors and he wanted them gone after the meeting, discussing games, that stuff.

After the meeting, everyone left. Mira called kuzuryu over to her room. “Hows it going?” Mira asked. Patting the chair next to her. Kuzuryu sat down. “I mean, its been okay.” He replied. “You?” He questioned. “Agnis rough. I didnt choose anyone, so i got paired up with him.” Mira stated. “Yeah, youve told me thay you got put with him for this past month or two.” Kuzuryu said. Mira giggled. “Yeah, i have.” She replied.

Chishiya sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was trying to count each dot on the ceiling to pass time. Just then, kuina walked in. “Shu-” she started, but got cut off by chishiya yelling ‘ah!’. “You made me loose count!” He said. “Sorry.” She replied. “I was just gonna tell you im out tonight.” She added. Chishiya gave her a nod. Kuina left and closed the door behind her. Chishiya sighed, and got up. Then, kuzuryu walked in aswell. “Chishiya?” He managed to completely say, as chishiya was in the bathroom. “Hmm?” He said, turning on the water. “We’re supposed to go looking for things at some stores later.” Kuzuryu stated, leaning on the bathroom door frame. Chishiya turned around to dry his hands. “Okay.” He replied. And with that, kuzuryu left. Chishiya took one of his jackets (and no, you wont change my mind that chishiya has like 10 of the same jacket) he folded last night, and put it on. He changed his pants, and he didnt from the night before and they were covered in dried blood. Chishiya knocked on the door, and kuzuryu opened the door. “Oh hey, shiya.” Kuzuryu said. “Hi.” He responded.

“So where are we going first?” Kuzuryu asked, trying to strike up a conversation. “I dont know, you pick.” Chishiya answered, hair blowing slightly in the wind. Kuzuryu and chishiya headed over to what seemed to be a pharmacy. “Hey kuzuryu!” Chishiya yelled from the other side of the pharmacy. Kuzuryu paused, as he was surprised chishiya said his name. Or maybe he did alot, he didnt notice, but still, he kinda wished he said it more. “Hmm?” He yelled back, shuffling through some painkillers. “Do you need any, like, medicine, and stuff?” He asked. “No, do you need painkillers?” Keiichi responded. “Im good! Thanks.” Chishiya stated. Kuzuryu found a med kit, somehow, and took it. They left that store, and went to the food store.

They searched for food that wasnt rotten. Alot of it was, as the beach had been going out for food for a long time. But there was some food that was still good. Chishiya picked the stuff in cans, and put it in his bag. He learned that, if it came to food options, canned stuff is the best way to go. Chishiya never ate too much, but he grabbed alot, as it was for the beach anyways. He grabbed some vegetables, because most nights there were vegetables. He never trusted them enough for meat, though, so chishiya and kuzuryu just ate vegetables and canned stuff. Some others ate the meat, but to kuzuryu and chishiya, it just didnt look very promising. They went to stores for clothes, more food, and now were heading back to the beach. It wasnt, per say, dark. It was still fairly bright, but it started getting dark. They talked about stuff back in the real world, and funny enough, how much debt kuzuryu was in. “Yeah, im still paying it off.” Kuzuryu laughed. “Im almost there, though.” He added. As they were walking back, they heard noises coming from the main room. They realized it was people partying, and drinking. They both sighed, as they found these things silly. Why are you partying, and drinking, when youve been put in a place where you play games to live, and if you don’t participate, or fail, you die. It made no sense to them. They also knew if you drink this heavily each night, you would probably die. They both headed back to there rooms, and took a shower.

Ch. 4 : im never not going to be there

Chishiya sat on his bed, thinking about his dad. He thought about the game a few nights before. He wondered what happened to his mother, she was never there either. Chishiya laughed at his last clip of him writing the note, as, he got into med school, and his parents couldnt have cared less. No matter what he did, how far he went for his parents attention, they wouldnt care. (No, bc when chishiya was in his hospital bed, almost dying, and having his heart stop for 1 minutes, his parents were never there. F..k chishiya’s parents.) Not a drop, a milimeter, a fraction of a millimeter of attention they gave him. They married just to look good and for a position. Chishiya hated that, every, single, time when his 3rd grade teacher would ask what they did over the weekend, he would always say nothing. Other kids would say they went to the park, or ate out, or made crafts at home. And what did chishiya do? Nothing. He stayed home, wondering every night, why he existed. Everyone else seemed like they had a purpose. Even here in borderland, people were fighting so hard to leave, and they had a reason, someone out there waiting for them, praying they would live. But Chishiya? Chishiya had no idea was he was fighting for. Chishiya was a smart man, dont get him wrong, but this was something he never understood. If nobody loves me, or cares, why am i here? I shouldnt even be here. Why do i live. These were reoccurring thoughts he had. Yet, he never had the answer. He got up, and figured he would talk to kuzuryu.

Kuzuryu opened his door, and let chishiya in. “Whats up?” Kuzuryu asked, sitting down next to chishiya. “Its my parents, ive been thinking about them, recently.” Chishiya stated. “Your parents?” Kuzuryu asked. Chishiya gave him a nod. “You mean the people who gave birth to you, put you in their house, just to call you their child, without ever caring?” Kuzuryu said, wanting to make sure. “Yeah.” Chishiya laughed. He wasnt laughing because he was happy, it was because he wanted to make himself feel a bit better. Kuzuryu sighed deeply. “Listen to me, chishiya shuntaro.” Kuzuryu said in a serious tone. “I dont want to ever, see you upset again about the fact that these two sick people you call parents didnt take care of you, because thats sick.” Kuzuryu started. “Thank y-” Chishiya tried saying, but got cut off. “Shush, let me finish.” Chishiya pursed his lips and nodded. “Your ‘parents’ dont deserve a child, especially one that has worked so hard for their attention, and they didnt care.” Kuzuryu stated. “But, i also dont want you to go with ‘No one cared for me, so why should i care for anyone else.’ Because, that doesnt make you any better.” He finished. “I wont, i promise.” Chishiya said. “If you ever think about it again, which i would hope you dont, i will give you a nice scolding.” Kuzuryu threatened. It wasnt empty, but wasnt very threatening. They both knew that. As chishiya was leaving, Kuzuryu stopped him. “Wait!” He shouted. Chishiya turned back around. “Just know, im never not going to be there.” He said. Chishiya thanked him and left. Kuzuryu cursed himself. He couldve said anything else. But not, im never not going to be there. He knew it was a lie. He didnt know why he said it. He fell back onto his bed, and sighed. (Lots of sighing, i know.)

Chishiya went to go eat, and thought about what kuzuryu said. He didnt know where he would be without kuzuryu, and he was thankful for keiichi.

Kuzuryu looked in his notes of how many days he had left, and opened to see 1. His visa would expire tomorrow. It was almost time for people to go to games, and he ran up to hatter. “Can i go out to a game tonight?” (Ok, now, manga readers, i know citizens dont play games to extend visas, but hear me out, in this au, if they were required to make the person smile, they had to play games to extend visas.) “Sure.” Hatter replied. Kuzuryu went to a game arena. There were maybe 4 other people? He grabbed a phone.

Registration closed

Game: 7 of hearts, hide and seek.

Ch. 5 a little squeeze

Kuina and chishiya were back at the beach. They were at the pool, and talking about something. “I have, about, maybe like 8 days left? Yeah 8.” Chishiya said. “I have 10, because i went yesterday to add on to it.” She replied. Chishiya nodded. “So, i w-” Chishiya started, but he felt something touch his waist. “Niragi- if youre trying to scare me, for the last time, it wont-” he started, but when he turned around, it wasnt niragi. It was some guy, who looked quite tall, with short, black hair. It was one of the militants. Chishiya hated those guys, (with an exception of niragi) always had their nose in the air, thinking they looked cool, when they were really just some people with guns that they technically couldnt even fire with if they werent in a game. “What do you want now.” Chishiya said, glaring at the man. “Look, i know niragi hates you and stuff,” the dense little sh.t started. “He doesnt.” Chishiya said. “Ok, whatever, i know agni doesnt take a liking to you,” he started again, but chishiya just rolled his eyes. Agni didnt hate him, they just didnt talk. “But that doesnt mean we cant have fun.” The ugly a.s dense guy said. “F.ck off.” Kuina said, standing up. The guy looked at chishiya, and raised an eyebrow. Chishiya shrugged when the guy looked at him. “Did you miss the part where she had said ‘f.ck off’?” Chishiya asked. The man just rolled his eyes. “F.ck off!” Chishiya yelled in the mans ear, just for good measure. “Fine, geez, no need to overreact.” The man said, walking away. “Overreact, my a.s.” Kuina said, rolling her eyes. Kuzuryu was the wolf, and was fighting somebody while looking down. He didnt hide, as he found it would be unfair to everyone else, and there was 2 minutes left. The guy he was fighting threw a punch, and it hit kuzuryu in his side. It didnt really hurt, though. When the man was distracted, he ran. Kuzuryu didnt find heart games particularly difficult, as he had nothing to lose. Well, that was a lie, he had chishiya to lose. But, thankfully, chishiya wasnt there. He heard footsteps chasing after him, but he knew he had already won. The timer went down: 3, 2, 1. He heard a splattering sound behind him, and knew what had happened. He left the place quickly, and drove back.

When he got back, chishiya was waiting there for him. Chishiya ran up to kuzuryu and gave him a hug, a little squeeze. “What game were you in?” Chishiya asked, checking kuzuryu to make sure he was okay. “Hearts, it was hide n seek.” He said, relaxing his shoulders. “Oh, well, was it bad?” Chishiya asked. “No, it was fine.” “Okay.” Kuina, kuzuryu, and chishiya were all in kuzuryus room. “It was kinda sad, honestly.” Kuina said. They were talking about their job, or what they were doing before borderland. Kuina was talking to someone who wanted the shirt they had in a baby size, after kuina told them that a shop for baby clothes would be the way to go.

“The food today really didnt look good.” Chishiya said to kuzuryu, walking down the corridor. “No, it didnt.” Kuzuryu laughed. Kuzuryu stopped in his tracks. Chishiya noticed, so he stopped aswell. “Mm?” Chishiya said, turning around. “Shiya?” Kuzuryu said, in a soft voice. “Whats up.” Chishiya replied. “Uhm, you remember what i said, about, me never not being there?” Kuzuryu asked. “Yeah?” Chishiya answered. “Uh, well, thats kinda not true.” Kuzuryu said. “Oh, i know! Dont worry, i wont always be here either, but im sure itll be a while!” Chishiya said, his mouth faltered at the end, but not going into a full smile. Kuzuryu nodded. It hurt kuzuryu, sure, but he didnt want to lie to chishiya.

Ch. 6 : Benefit

He sat on his bed, and looked down. He realized that doing this whole smile thing had no benefit. He would make chishiya happy, die, and make him sad. Chishiya could also die. So there was no real benefit. He cursed himself, as, he realized that choosing chishiya and then leaving him would make chishiya never trust, or get close to anybody again. You bet he hated it. No real benefit from doing what he was doing, and he hated that. He couldnt sleep at all that night, and was shuffling trying to go to sleep. He felt bad. It felt like someone punched him in the stomach. (Actually someone did.) He wanted to throw up, and just back away from all of this, but he couldnt. He buried his head in his pillow and pondered what to do. How could he do this without hurting Chishiya? He spent that night thinking, crying, and hating himself.

“Shiya?” Kuzuryu said, knocking on his door. Chishiya opened the door, and once he did that, he was met by kuzuryu embracing him with a hug. Chishiya just patted his back, pursing his lips. When kuzuryu pulled away, chishiya raised his eyebrow. “I just wanted you to know that, i care about you. Dont do anything stupid.” Keiichi said. Chishiya nodded, and thanked him.

They went out together just because chishiya wanted to. Kuina tagged along. As they were outside, they found a mall, but it was abandoned. “Do you want to go in?” Kuina offered. Before they had the chance to, though, kuina dragged them along.

There was an escalator that had stopped, and kuina went up it. Chishiya and kuzuryu went to the arcade, and thought it looked cool. Kuzuryu chased chishiya around the mall.

Ch. 7 : maybe its a cruel joke on me.

“Come back here!” Kuzuryu yelled. Chishiya laughed. He laughed, and smiled. He smiled. Kuzuryu’s face turned back. Chishiya looked at him, confused. “Kuzuryu?” Chishiya said, stopping. He walked over to kuzuryu. “You okay?” Chishiya asked. “Yeah, im fine.” Kuzuryu replied. “Im just going to go to the bathroom.” He added. “But the bathroom probably isnt cl-” Chishiya tried saying, but kuzuryu already left. Chishiya went to where kuina was, and asked her why she thinks that kuzuryu left. “Im not sure.” Kuina said, shrugging her shoulders. They waited about maybe 20 minutes? Chishiya went to the bathroom to go check up on kuzuryu. He walked up the stairs to the bathroom, and knocked. Yet, there was no answer. He knocked again, but harder, yet there was still nothing. He tried opening the door, but it would move. He was guessing it was locked, so he tried kicking it open. It didnt work, so he called kuina over. Kuina tried for about 10 minutes to open the door, and they couldnt. “You know what, lets just go around the mall and look for things?” Chishiya said. Kuina went downstairs, and chishiya went upstairs.

Kuina found a bicycle, and chishiya found nothing. Kuina came back up, and tried bashing the door with the bicycle, and after a few minutes, there was a hole in the door. It wasnt too big, but big enough for chishiya to look through. Chishiya peaked through the hole, and saw a figure, with glasses, laying down on the floor. Chishiya leaned away, and kuina saw his eyes widen. “What happened?” She asked worryingly. Chishiya didnt say anything, and buried his face in his hands. He took the bicycle, and bashed it against the lock. In a matter of seconds, the door unlocked, and they both walked in. Kuina didnt see anything, until she felt something near her foot. She looked down, and to her horror, was kuzuryu. Chishiya sat down, and looked down at kuzuryu. Kuina looked at chishiya, and saw that he was on the verge of crying. Chishiya saw a hole in the top of kuzuryus head. Kuina saw a tear fall on the floor, and when she looked, it came from chishiya.

When they got back to the beach, they went to mira and hatter first. Mira looked upset, and a little sad, but not too sad. Chishiya went to kuzuryus room to see if there was anything that could tell him why it happened. He knew it wasnt because of a visa. While chishiya was looking, he found a note. On kuzuryu’s desk. It read: mira, dont you think this whole smile thing is kinda unfair? I mean, you make them smile, you die, and then they live the rest of their life probably never wanting to get close to someone again. I kno That was the end of it. Chishiya took the note, and left.

Chishiya finally figured out what it was. Citizens needed to make someone smile, and once they did, they would die. Chishiya was angry, but at himself. When there was an executive meeting the next day, chishiya’s nose was red, and his hair was up. The meeting was about kuzuryu and that just made it worse for chishiya. Niragi sat down next to chishiya, in hopes that after that meeting, they could talk.

After the meeting, chishiya was the first to get up and try to leave, but niragi grabbed his hand, and stopped him. “Shun?” Niragi said. Chishiya turned around to look at niragi. “Im sorry about what happened.” “No need, its not as if it was your fault, anyways.” Chishiya said, pulling his hand away and leaving.

It took chishiya weeks to stop crying (or stop crying every night). He still cursed himself for getting close to someone. He was afraid, too. He didnt want to push kuina away, but he didnt want something to happen to her, either. The executive members had buried kuzuryu infront of the beach. And chishiya went there every single day he could. Today, he went to kuzuryus grave first thing in the morning after brushing his teeth. “You dense-” chishiya tried spitting out, but failed, as he didnt want to swear at kuzuryu. “Poop.” Chishiya finished. Yeah, that sounded okay. “You dense poop!” He yelled, laughing at the end. His nose was already red, and a tear had already fallen down his face. He wiped it with his sleeve. He heard 2 laughs from behind him. He turned around and saw niragi and kuina. “Dense poop?” Niragi said. “Really?” Kuina added. “Dense poop.” Chishiya said with a nod.

“Now, we will give you a choice. Either stay in borderland as a permanent resident, or go back into the real world.” The voice on the PA said. Permanent resident. Thats what kuzuryu was. Kuzuryu told chishiya that when he got out, he should try to talk to his dad, or get a therapist. Chishiya wasnt going to stay as a resident, as much as he loved kuzuryu. Kuzuryu and told chishiya he regretted staying as a resident. “Go back, not just for you, shuntaro, go back, for the greater good.” Kuzuryu told him.

Chishiya had been in therapy for a year now, and had graduated from medical school. He was doing much better, yet never quite forgot about kuzuryu. He was much kinder, and open now. And he was sure that if kuzuryu was there, he would be very proud of him.

One day, he had a patient come in. “Hey werent you that guy whos heart had stopped, and was bleeding out when you were in the hospital bed?” Chishiya laughed and gave him a nod. “Son, thats rude.” His dad said. “Oh, no, youre fine.” Chishiya said “So your name is….kiro….kuzuryu?” Chishiya said. “Mhm!” The kid confirmed. Kuzuryu. The kid started talking again, but the father shushed him. “We have to go visit your uncles grave with his friends soon.” The father said. “But all his friends are gonna do is say how its sooo unfaiirrr he died, and some more things they learned in law school.” He whined. The father gave him a glare. Chishiya saw the fathers face, and thought to himself oh if looks could kill. The kid was fine, and they left in a matter of minutes, but chishiya couldnt help but thinking if it was kuzuryu they were talking about, or if it was just a coincidence.

#alice in borderland #kuzuryuu keiichi #chishiya shuntaro #kuina hikari #mira kano #niragi suguru #morizono aguni #agni morizono #takeru danma #imawa no kuni no arisu #imawa no kuni no alice

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eternal skyline of a spotless mind- or the one where the first 5 or so minutes of 15x20 are the only minutes i accept.

in which i ramble a whole ficlet on accident and y’all i need the full fic. yes there’s a tinnnny bit of smut. also spn 15x20 spoilers slightly

now i want the fic where dean applies to be a mechanic, gets the job, does real good. he and miracle live in the bunker, sam and eileen moved out a year ago now to follow a job opportunity for eileen. it’s a big place to be alone in. he keeps watching over and over all of the movies he has in a file entitled ‘cas’ favourites’ he sips whiskey, a responsible amount, and pets miracles head while his head is on his lap. sometimes he dives into the lore, he’s glad sam isnt here to give him shit about finally doing his research, but he’s trying to find a way to cas. to save him. and one day he tries to mix up a spell thatll open a portal into the dark nothing and his ingredients sputter and spark and he thinks it’s gonna work this is it, and it just doesnt. the smoke clears, the sparks stop popping, and there’s nothing. and so that night he goes into the dungeon draped in one of cas’ old trenchcoats and he sits in that spot he had to sit years ago and he cries, and miracle sits beside him and he cries because he’s trying he’s trying to live for love he’s trying to do right by cas and he just....he cant...cas died thinking dean didnt...didnt love him. and god, does dean love him. so he cries and he whispers iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou and he falls asleep on the concrete, uses miracle as a pillow but dean doesnt think he minds. and he wakes up in the morning, eyes puffy, and he drags himself to work, and he’s back to square one. and this continues for a while, dean doesnt really remember when he tried the spell, but it’s been a while. a month, maybe more. and he goes into work, and there’s a new car for him to work on. it’s old, a classic, but dean kinda thinks she’s more junk than classic, sue him, and he starts working on it, and he opens the trunk to pop a particularly stubborn dent out of it, the client’s not paying for that but he just can’t let the car be driven around all beat up, and there, right in the trunk, is a trenchcoat. bundled up, and tan and big and dean grabs it, he shouldnt but he does and his heart is beating so fast as he brings it to his nose and smells it and it’s cas it has to be and so he rushes to the front office, demands to know who the client is, when are they coming by and as he’s going completely wild wanting to know everything it suddenly goes calm. because there, in a worn flannel and blue jeans, is cas. castiel. and dean just looks for a moment, to convince himself its real, and then hes rushing to a wide eyed cas and saying ‘you stupid son of a bitch’ and crashing his lips into those ones which he has wanted for and then cas isnt really kissing back so dean stops because he...he cant take anything more from cas, he needs to give and he...he stops himself because what if...what if this wasn’t what cas wanted, so he pulls back, lets his hands linger on the soft of the flannel, and then cas is speaking, head quirked, ‘do i...do i know you?’ and fuck. his heart drops right out of his ass. his knees buckles and hes on his way down when castiel catches him, pulls him up, hand on his shoulder, and he holds on to him. and dean lets out a ‘you don’t remember?’ and castiel says, ‘no. i...i dont i’m so sorry.’ and dean thinks all hope is lost until cas asks, ‘i know this is too much to ask but it...appears i know you, and i kind of just, woke up one day in a field and i...i dont really have anywhere to go..and um’ and hes rambling but he’s determined to get his little angel back, all the way back, so he says, ‘you wanna come home with me, angel?’ and cas grins and dean wants to see that grin everyday of his life. so he finishes cas’ car, lets him trail behind as they drive to the bunker. he doesn’t explain it really, just opens the door and says ‘well, heres the place’ and cas walks in and looks at everything with such wonder. and he brushes his fingers across the gold embossing of an angel on one of the books there and dean just watches, listens to cas breathing, aches to touch.

he sets cas up in his old room, cas quirks a head when he sees all the suits and ties in the closet, says something like ‘now i understand why i woke up looking like a tax accountant’ and hes being good old cas, sticking so close to dean and he’s sitting beside him to watch a movie and miracle is sprawled across their legs and cas says, ‘i could get used to this’ and dean says, ‘yeah cas, me too.’ so they sit and they watch and they repeat that day in day out and the bunker isnt so lonely anymore, and he and cas do everything together, and dean researches spells to get cas’ memory back. he thinks it has to do with the fact that his grace got ripped out in the process, theres a small nick on his adams apple that he recognizes as the place it must have left, but he coughs himself out of thinking about that neck and those lips and that hair and those thighs and- he hasnt kissed cas since the first day, he longs to. he sees the way this cas looks at him and he wonders. he wonders if maybe...maybe this castiel can learn to love him again. and it’s going on a year now. cas works down at the local flower shop and has an apiary on the hill above the bunker, deans still in his same routine of life, and they’re not...they’re in the same place they were before cas confessed. just, in this middle ground, this unspoken something, so as he lies beneath a car he decides, the happiness isnt in the having its in just being in just saying it, so he goes home that night, picks up flowers from a competing shop bc he doesnt wanna spoil the surprise, and sets up the table. cas’ name is still carved there, cas had laughed when he first saw it because “what kind of long name is that,” and dean was bursting with fond. and anyways he lays down a table cloth and lights a candle and waits. shaking in his skin just waiting for cas to get home, and then cas is walking in saying ‘hello, dean’ and running down the stairs, groceries in paper bags overflowing in his arms, and his hair is disheveled and dean helps grab a bag and puts it in the kitchen and waits for cas to follow and see...the set up. and cas asks, what’s this about? and dean looks at cas and takes a deep breath and says, ‘someone once told me there’s happiness in just....fuck...in just saying it so here goes. and its okay if you..if you dont but...’ and cas is getting closer, his head quirked and deans heart is beating out of his chest and he says ‘i love you.’ and then cas is rumbling, ‘dean, look at me’ and so he does, looks up into wide blue eyes and cas is smiling. smiling so big and beautiful and dean wants to hear it he needs to hear it he needs- ‘i love you too, dean winchester’ and then theyre kissing again, kissing and holding and deans a little embarrassed but hes crying and then theyre skipping dinner entirely and cas has his hand on deans bare shoulder and hes shivering into the touch its so overwhelming and he fucks himself down onto cas’ cock and cas digs his fingernails into deans thighs and looks up at him blue and beautiful and overwhelming and deans pretty sure he blacks out when he comes except, he doesnt, because his eyes are open and the lights in the room are all busted and cas is lying there under him looking up, dean thinks so at least, he can’t really see him and so he laughs and he laughs and he’s not really registering what happened, a beautifully timed power outage like something divine saying this is how you met and he’s here still and you finally have him and so he climbs off of cas and grabs something to wash them up and a candle or two from the table and when he comes back, and wipes the damp cloth gingerly across cas’ body he notices cas tense and he sees in the candlelight cas is looking very serious and he stops being sweet just asks ‘cas? whats wrong’ and cas says, ‘dean? dean. dean winchester... dean...righteous soul the one i fell for and will always fall for the one i love the one i have always...’ and dean dives back on top of cas and kisses him senseless because now cas remembers everything before and he remembers everything after and everything now and its perfect

and honestly they still arent really sure what happened except that maybe the spell needed angel mojo so it snagged it from cas or maybe the empty curled itself around cas mind and all it needed was the Loud of too many emotions to overflood it but all that matters is that they are here together.

and then one day, at the dinner table, cas looks at dean and he says ‘dean, will you....’ and he shuffles inside his pocket and presses a box into deans hand and its- ‘will you marry me?’ and dean is practically leaping over the table to kiss cas and saying “yes yes yes of course of course i wanna grow old with you i wanna be with you always in life and death in everything always together”

and cas is crying because he could have what he wanted, he has the one thing he wants most and dean wants him most too.

and then dean is pulling back and cas is looking pensive and he says, ‘there is one thing, dean.’ and dean looks worried so he places his hand on his knee and he says, ‘i want to be human, all the way human.’ and dean looks like he wants to protest or cry and hes not sure which it is but then dean is crying and saying ‘ill help’ and then the next day theyre out with the bees, because cas thinks his grace will do them good, and dean holds cas’ hand in his tightly and follows that little nick on his throat and opens it ever so slightly with the angel blade and tries not to think about how hes hurting the person he loves and he loves and he loves and then the grace is flowing away and dean captures it in a bottle, hands it to cas, who later pats it down in the ground so they can grow a new tree, and dean gives cas two little stitches on his throat and kisses all around them and washes cas hair for him in the shower and then

when the day comes, they go together, they get to live with one another and watch the sunsets on their front porch with miracle and jack and sam and eileen all looking out over an eternal skyline.

#woops this was an accident i #destiel #deancas #destiel coda #spn spoilers #destiel ficlets #spn 15x20 #spn 15x20 coda #angel !!#king !!#long post

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brelione · 4 years

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Jessies Girl (Pope X Reader X JJ)

Summary:Pope is crushing on JJ’s girl.

Pairings:JJXReader, Pope X Reader

Warnings:Mentions of sex, swearing?

Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine

Pope watched you and JJ cuddling up at the fire.You were sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist as he whispered into your ear, watching as you laughed at whatever stupid thing he was saying.

You looked over to JJ, raising an eyebrow.Pope frowned, knowing that he shouldnt feel this way.JJ was a friend, a good friend.But since you came along Pope found himself getting aggravated, shifting in his seat as he looked down at his root beer can.

You had kind of just showed up out of nowhere, a leather jacket over your bikini and a book in your hand on the beach one day.Of course everyone had taken a liking to you, especially JJ.Pope never stood a chance, JJ stealing you within three days.

And she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Your attention was on JJ, smiling as you watched him balance on a rock. “JJ!You’re gonna die!”You giggled, your hands in the pockets of your brown leather jacket.He smiled, jumping down.John.B had laughed too, shaking his head at the two of you.

JJ picked you up, carrying you on his back as the five of you headed for your destination.It was the one smooth part of the beach that didnt have a ton of small, sharp rocks.You guys set down your chairs, only bringing two and a blanket.

JJ held you against his chest, all of you sitting in a circle as you ate your sandwiches.Pope watched you, seeing how you were whispering into JJ’s ear, your knees on either side of his thigh.

Pope rolled his eyes, knowing that you were probably mumbling something filthy into JJ’s ear.He just wished he could be JJ in that moment.Once you guys were beginning to settle down you had gotten up, pulling off your shorts, slowly letting your jacket fall.

You were wearing a black bralette and high waisted black bikini bottoms, your locket dangling from your neck, the heart resting right between your breasts. “I feel like we should go swimming.”You told them, already heading for the water.

Pope felt his face heat up, smiling as he tugged off his shirt, watching as you ran into the water, laughing and shrieking at how cold it was.JJ ran in after you, pushing you into the cold waves.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck, your lower halves hidden by the dark water as you kissed him.Pope didnt even want to imagine what the two of you were doing, knowing what was going on.Kie and John.B didnt pick up on it though, too busy splashing eachother.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Pope couldnt do much about his feelings, confiding with Kie late at night. “You know, I wish that I had (Y/N).Where can I even find a girl like that?”He sighed, resting his head against the couch.She frowned, shrugging.

“California, I guess.I wish that I had her too if im being honest, its not fair that JJ just swooped in.Do you think all California girls are like that?”She asked, trying not to daydream about it.Pope huffed, hearing the bed frame hitting the wall.

“God, I hate them.”He grumbled.Kie laughed, sighing. “You gotta move on, Pope.I mean yeah, shes great and shes pretty and funny and creative and perfect but she’s JJ’s girlfriend.You cant just sit around being grumpy because you’re in love with her.Just be happy that JJ got to her first and not some kook.”She smiled, trying to cheer up the boy in front of her.

Pope sighed, looking over to her. “Yeah, yeah okay but no other girls are exactly like her.Shes the only one who’s ever made me feel like this.”He explained.After a few moments the shaking of the wall finally stopped, moans flowing through the air.

Pope held a pillow over his face. “I hate this.”He repeated.JJ opened the bedroom door, wearing only pajama pants as he made his way into John.B’s kitchen to get a can of soda, turning to see his friends awake. “Oh….hey guys.”He muttered, quickly going back into the room.The dim lighting didnt hide the scratches along JJ’s back and the marks on his neck. “Gross.”Kiara grumbled.

i'll play along with this charade

That doesn't seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot

Hiding his feelings was becoming difficult as your three month anniversary with JJ approached.He didnt see why it effected him so much, seeing you and JJ being so sweet with eachother.He felt so uncomfortable when you two started acting all cute together.

“I love you.”You whispered into JJ’s ear, combing his hair with your fingers.He smiled, looking up at you. “Love you too.”He smiled, feeling you kiss his forehead.Pope was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, hearing the whole thing as he tried to pay attention to the tv.

He rested his chin against his palm, feeling lonely as he saw you poking at JJ’s head while JJ tried to catch your wrist in the process.Pope wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he had his life with you fully planned out, that he loved you more than all the Marvel movies and that he wanted to make you the happiest person on earth.

But he knew that was a stupid idea, that you didnt feel the same.If you did feel the same you wouldnt be with JJ, you would be with him.But there would always be that part of him that ached to tell you his thoughts, to tell you everything he loved about you, to tell you everything he could.But that wasnt possible.

Cause she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Midsummers was a nightmare for more reasons than one.Kiara had invited you, taking you dress shopping.Your dress was a darker purple, the material reaching just above your knee, the top part was rather low cut.

Your eyes had been on JJ the whole time even when you were standing next to Pope while he tried to make conversation with you. “Um...i like your dress.”He muttered, hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Thanks, its so uncomfy though.”You laughed.He chuckled, calming a bit.He never really got the chance to talk to you alone. “I mean, at least you wont have to stay in it for that long.You guys just have to stay until after the speech or whatever, right?”He asked.You nodded, looking into the crowd of people for your boyfriend.

“So how’s the food and stuff?Im not really allowed to leave this general area.”He gestured to a single patch of grass.You giggled, sighing. “I dont know, they probably poisoned it or something.THey’re demons, Pope.You gotta do an exorcism.”You grinned.

He smiled, biting his lip. “Yeah, let me just grab my bible.”He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny piece of paper. “Perfect.”He smiled at the sound of your laughter, proud of himself. “Wow, we better hurry up before the demon comes out of Ward and attacks one of us!Look!His wife has the devil horns!”You gasped, pointing over at Rose.

He smiled. “Wow, im so rich and my botox was 50% off!Im better than you!”He made his voice high pitched, watching as Rose talked.You laughed, watching Ward. “My breast implants were only three million!But it fell out in my bath tub!”You made your voice deep, laughing when Pope snorted.

A few people looked over, the two of you turning around. “Oh my god-watch us get kicked out.”You looked over your shoulder, grinning when you saw JJ. “Hey, im gonna go talk to JJ.I’ll catch up with you later.”You smiled, giving him a quick wave before heading to see your boyfriend.Pope sighed, watching as JJ embraced you in a tight hug.He was funny to think that he would ever even have a chance.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman...

Where can I find a woman like that?

As the five of you made your exit, JJ had picked you up and spun you around. “Later, Losers!”You shouted, making an L on your forehead and sticking out your tongue before you guys ran off.Pope smiled, amused.The way you could switch between soft and sweet and tough and reckless was something that never failed to amaze him.

He sat as close to you as possible at the fire, looking at your hand that held JJ’s, frowning.Kie glanced at him, shrugging slightly. “Pope, you failed the exorcism.Im disappointed in you.”You told him, grinning when you made him smile. “Sorry, Captain.”He replied, chuckling when you got flustered by the nickname.JJ’s forehead wrinkled a bit, not understanding the joke.

“Did I miss something?”He asked.You shook your head. “No, babe.Just an inside joke.”You winked at Pope, grinning at JJ’s confused face. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”You told him.

Part of Pope was glad that you felt comfortable joking around with him, excited that he had his own inside joke with you while the other part of him just wished you’d ignore him entirely so he wouldnt have any hope of being with you.He didnt even know what he wanted anymore, the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted you.

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time

Wonderin' what she don't see in me

I've been funny; I've been cool with the lines

Ain't that the way love's supposed to be?

That night Pope had stared at himself in the mirror of John.B’s bathroom.He pulled at his hair, trying to figure out if that was the problem.Was it too long?Too short?Were his eyes too dark?Was his smile not nice enough?What did you see in JJ that you couldnt see in him?

He was basically just a watered down JJ with rational thoughts, good grades and better logic skills.He had gotten you to laugh all night at midsummers, making you smile, making you happy.He had been pretty cool with his jokes, saying them at just the right time.

He had read plenty of romance novels in private, observing the traits of healthy and toxic relationships.This was always how it went, the guy would make the girl happy and make her laugh and then eventually they would fall in love.Isnt that how love is supposed to be?

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#pope heyward #pope x reader #pope outer banks #pope heyward imagine #pope heyward headcanon #jj maybank #jj maybankxreader #jj maybank imagine #jj x you #jj maybank oneshot #outer banks #jj x reader x pope

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prompt-master · 3 years

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Kazfort -I'm lazy don't mind mi- anon is here

Yeah specific characters to use

Okay! Let's start

1- Nekomaru Nidai

2- Kazuichi Souda

3- Chiaki Nanami

4- Hajime Hinata

5- TanaKa tHe fOrbidden

1. Im sorry any Nidai stans, but I don't like him. I mostly had a neutral stance on him, but Mechamaru instantly made me dislike him because it broke the fundamentals of the game. His existence really ruined a lot of the enjoyment for me, I instantly felt bored and didn't care as much. I understsnd the whackiness was a hint that the world is virtual, but I didn't care at all when he died in ch 4 and ive always said thats not good in a dr trial.

2. I love Souda, he's an interesting character with a fun personality whos also fun to bully a lil wee bit a lot. My main gripe with Souda is that he is the only survivor to not fit the theme (all the survivors have someone to mourn besides him). Its the only thing i want to change in regards to him. I like the potential he has to grow as well considering his background, so i love to play around with post game concepts for him.

3. I'm going to admit this to you all. At the tender age of 14 when i first played sdr2 i fell instantly in love with Nanami. Yes thats right. I took the waifu bait. But in all seriousness: I really like how Nanami's character gets recontextualized by the reveal that shes an AI. Especially when yoh realize so many of her traits connect back to her being an AI down to her talent. Her role in chapters 5 and 6 completely played with my heart in the best way, and her execution theme slaps a little too hard. My only issue with Nanami is that i dislike the dr3 retcon of her being a videogame AI and instead being a human girl

4. Shit man whats not to love about Hinata. Fantastic protag, fantastic (altho mostly predictable) backstory, fantastic character. I felt completrly invested in his emotional struggle. And i love how they twisted things so that it was HIS game. Yes, he stands for hope just like Naegi did. But its his OWN version of hope. Hinata is a big part of what makes sdr2 so special. I love his realist outlook and attitude, even if he leans to pessemist at times. I just with danganronpa would draw him with 91 cm tits.

5. Tanaka is a good character. But he deserved better in ch4. I wanna preface this by saying i could be inaccurate cuz i black out in ch4 from boredon. But his motivation makes little sense to me. Hes trying to save everyone and trying to show them the value of life and not giving up. They frame it as this noble thing. His actions however contradict nobility. There was no need for two people to die for a sacrifice (which also goes again how the ch says life shouldnt be wasted. Cuz well. A life totallt was wasted) its also not noble since he kept the mystery alive which put the others at risk

I always thought it wouldve been more interesting with a couple of slightly different dirrections. For example, the murder is caused by a lack of judgement on Tanaka's part from starvation. He was trying to do the right thing, but wasn't thinking about how only one person needed to die to save everyone and prove life is important. It could also be explained as a lack of judgement simply by virtue of his character.

Something i really like is the idea that Tanaka believed if there was no good mystery, then the mastermind would not let them go so easily. So he sets up a mystery in hopes to not waste Nidai's life. It could explain why he didn't think of suicide as an option, and why he kept the secret. It also leaves room for some reallt good recontextulation of the trial where we could realize Tanaka was trying to help us catch him the entire time.

Another interesting direction is the idea that Tanaka did not fully understand tbe responsibilty of his actions until after the murder was comitted. He would realize after the fact that if he is executed, his hamsters are left alone without him. After all theyve been through. He suddenly realizes he cant bare that. And so he panics, and has a moral dillema the entire trial. Does he keep quiet and try to survive so he can continue to live for his pets at the expense of his friends lives? Or does he follow through with his plan and allow himself to die so that everyone can get a chance of life but at the expense of his own life and leaving his devas alone? In the end, he can say that he deseeves the execution regardless because of how he nearly let them die, but its Sonia who tells him hes a noble and good person.

Idk, i rareely see people complain about ch4. But to me its a boring victim and a boring killer. The only really interesting thing in the chapter was komaeda

#ask #prom is talking #sdr2 spoilers #suicide tw

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Midnight Meadows (Pt.1)

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Being part cat wasnt all fun and games. People tended to focus more on that than the human part, and it annoyed Virgil to no end.

It was hard enough trying to get a date when all he would ask about was the ears and tail and the visible binder straps on most of Virgil's outfits. He just wanted to meet a guy who focused on him as a person rather than a cat. But maybe he just had bad taste in men, after all, his brother Remy hadn't had any trouble finding a decent man in one Janus Oliver.

"I just dont get it, why is it so easy for everyone else?" Virgil said, crossing his arms and resting his head on them.

"Virgil you're only twenty-two, you shouldnt be worrying about all that yet," Remy said from the couch.

"You're only two years older than me," Virgil pouted, tail swaying anxiously.

"Vi. . ." Remy said quietly.

"Maybe I'd be better off if I just ran away to live in the woods," Virgil grumbled.

"Oh yeah, the woods, with bears, and falcons, sounds perfect for you," Remy said sarcastically.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean I can get swept off by falcons!" Virgil responded angrily.

"Oh please, I've seen wind strong enough to knock you over," Remy said, smirking.

"Why you little-" and suddenly they were fighting, not aggressively, just play, they did this a lot when Virgil was upset. After all, you cant very well think of what's bothering you when you're busy avoiding razor sharp claws.

It was a few moments before Virgil felt a gloved hand grab him by the hood.

"I walk away for ten minutes and you two are already fighting," Janus said, shaking his head and smirking slightly.

"He started it!" The brothers said in unison, glaring at each other to punctuate the sentence.

"Of course he did," Janus said, chuckling as he set both boys back on the couch. Remy rested his head in Janus' lap, Virgil merely shrunk into a corner.

"Virgil, I have some interesting information for you," Janus said, Virgil's ears swerved in the direction of his voice, but Virgil didnt move his head.

"Theres a party of sorts going on at Chateau de Kingsley, the twins seem adamant that any available man come to call," Janus said, still smirking.

"Oh please, like any princes would want anything to do with me," Virgil muttered. Janus frowned slightly.

"Of course you're good enough for a prince! I'd say you're good enough for a hundred princes!" Remy said indignantly.

"You're just saying that," Virgil said, ear twitching slightly.

"Look, can you at least check it out? You can call us if you dont want to stay," Remy said quietly.

Virgil stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Fine, I'll go," he said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

"Great! Let's get you ready then," Remy said, bolting upright and dragging Virgil toward his room.

"Wait its tonight?" Virgil said in alarm, looking between the two boys currently pulling and shoving him towards his room.

"Yes Virgil I just said that, honestly when was the last time you cleaned your ears," Janus muttered.

"I cleaned them yesterday thank you very much!" Virgil said, glaring.

"Well we're cleaning them again, you need to look nice," Remy said.

It was a few hours later when Birgil was finally ready. He stood in front of a mirror and looked himself up and down. His hair was brushed over one eye, bells and purple ribbons tied around his ears, and a matching bow on his tail, a purple hooded dress with a black corset, black leggings, and black knee-high boots. Remy said he looked like a knight, Virgil had no comment.

"The princes wont be able to keep their eyes off you, I guarantee it," Janus said, finishing off Virgil's makeup.

"That's what I'm worried about. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Aaawww, Virgie, it'll be alright!" Remy said, ruffling Virgil's hair slightly before pulling the hood over it, careful not to remove the ribbons.

"Alright, the carriage should be here soon for you, let's get you outside," Janus said, smiling.

"Carriage? Why in the world would I need a carriage!" Virgil said.

"For the aesthetics babes," Remy said with a laugh.

The carriage that had arrived for Virgil was one of ebony black, with black roses and black silk curtains along the sides, ornate designs were carved into the top and sides. Virgil took Janus' hand as he helped him inside. The seats had black velvet cushions laid across them, it was comfortable, much more than anything Virgil would have thought to expect for himself.

The estate itself was even more brilliant, with structures of vibrant ruby and emerald on backdrops of white and black. It almost seemed to sprawl into the sky. But that was nothing compared to the inside, the stairs were lined with gold that seemed to rap around the banister like tentacles, and upon closer inspection, that's exactly what they were. The tentacles seemed to change from gold to black as the light hit them.

In the opposite end of the room were four ornate thrones, two silver, one gold, and one black.

The two queens were each sitting on a silver chair, tails and ears covered with gems and jewels that reflected dozens of colors on the floor in front of them. The first was Queen Anne, her hair was black, and her eyes a dark shade of green. Next to her was Queen Mary, who had lighter brown hair and striking red eyes. By Anne's side was the golden chair that Prince Roman sat upon. Roman had rusty red hair and green eyes like his mother, his ears had red ribbons tied around them and connected to a gold crown on his head, he looked bored. His brother Prince Remus sat cross legged on the black chair, brown hair sticking out in all directions, save for the white streak parted to the right. His red eyes were trained on two fully human boys with glasses, wearing suits with different shades of blue, were dancing and laughing.

Virgil decided it was best if he merely stayed outside where no one could see him, so he made his way to the gardens marked by an archway of orchids.

He stayed there for a while, watching the sky, wishing he'd never showed up at all.

"Such a shame that such a pretty face hasnt been seen all night," Virgil froze at the sound of Prince Roman's voice.

"Shouldnt you be inside, dancing, having fun," Virgil said quietly, not daring to look back.

"I could ask you the same thing," Roman said, moving to stand next to him. Virgil's face flushed scarlet.

"Didnt feel like it," Virgil said simply.

"Well, would you mind if I asked?" And suddenly Roman's hand was over his.

And he was nodding.

And he was dancing.

And he was smiling and it was fun.

And suddenly, this didnt seem like such a bad idea after all.

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Hi so shitty Catholic school anon is back! But this time it’s with weird things male teachers have said/done or things said about male teachers. TW: self harm, anorexia, sexism, racism, slavery, pedophilia, gender stereotypes.

So recently we had a lesson on self harm and there was one part where we had to say if a certain thing was true or not. So for example if self harm is attention seeking or if it mainly effects certain groups of people. One of the things was “self harm improves a person’s self confidence” and a male teacher said it did and that it is also attention seeking. He said that many people do it for attention and to make them selves look better. He then went on to talk about anorexia and said that lots of ballerinas have anorexia and “that is why they are so pretty” and also said that girls that don’t have anorexia or aren’t skinny are typically less attractive. Which is kinda really f-ing creepy and a horrible thing to say to anyone, especially a room with about 30 females in or 30 people in with female bodies. It’s creepy and disgusting. But I think he is getting fired because people walked out and were made to write statements about it which is a similar thing to what happened with another teacher that got fired.

So basically, we had a substitute teacher for a lesson in Geography about Mumbai. He started off talking about Mumbai but was saying very stereotypical things. We hadn’t actually properly started the lesson though because he didn’t give us the work or start talking about the parts of Mumbai which we were supposed to be talking about. He then somehow got to racism and the BLM movement. He said that he did not understand why it was black lives matter and not all lives matter. We tried to explain that all lives do matter but we need to focus on black people and what they had experienced. But he went on to say that white racism and white slavery exists too and that “it’s just as bad”. In the front row there was a person who is black and he constantly used them as an example. I was sitting next to them and the teacher would constantly point to them or go up in their face. The person who is black tried to give an example of racism that they face and he said that the same things happen to him too. They said that police officers often came up to them, assuming that they were criminal or a bad person just because they are black. The teacher then said that he had only once before had a police officer come up to him and it was because he had a red jacket and that a criminal who they saw on camera had a similar jacket. The person who is black was stopped by cops multiple times because of just their skin colour. The teacher who is white was stopped by cops once because they had a similar jacket to someone. And then when people said that worse/more things have happened to black people just because they are black than white people he started talking about the battle of Hastings. He tried to compare a fight (that from my knowledge doesn’t have anything to do with racism) that happened in a few hours a thousand years ago to all the horrible things that have happened to black peoples over centuries and still today. People had tried to get him to stop and to teach the actual lesson but he refused. A teacher next door came in and asked us if we were okay and what we were doing. Everyone in the class said that we weren’t okay and that we weren’t doing what we were supposed to but the substitute teacher said that we were discussing transport in Mumbai and that we had been doing that all lesson. And when he left we started actually doing the work but he soon started talking about white slavery and then tried to make it better by saying that the Conservative party is much better than the Labour Party. There was no need for him to say any of that and no need for him to force his opinions into us. Luckily, he was fired.

The next thing I don’t remember well since I never actually was taught by this teacher and it happened in my first year at the school. Basically a teacher had sex with either a year 11 or sixth former. So she would have been 15-18 years old at the time. He was also rumoured to be touching the older girls weirdly. He was soon fired.

A similar thing happens with another teacher who is currently still at the school. His downstairs often gets ‘happy’ whilst teaching and he leans over onto students often. I don’t know if this is predatory behaviour or not but it most definitely makes people uncomfortable. He is a substitute who works at the school and I’ve had him for many lessons. In one of my first lessons with him (when I was 11), he leaned over me and I could feel his stomach on my back and it soooo uncomfortable. Still, I don’t know if it an actual concern. But in my first ever lesson with him, me and my friend was annoying each other and kind of like just poking each other a lot. He could’ve just told us to stop but instead he decided to say that we were holding hands. This freaked me out cause at primary I was bullied/treated differently for the last 2-3 years for being not straight. It also started rumours that I wasn’t straight, which freaked me out more.

Next teacher~ Is still at the school and he is actually good teaching compared to the other teachers I’ve mentioned. But he’s said some weird things. Mostly some random stereotypical comments such as “women are typically more sensitive” and that “women take longer to get ready” and that “women are concerned too much about their appearance and wear too much makeup”. But in every lesson I had him, he always looked at people’s skirts. At my school there is a heavy focus on wearing skirts and that they must be below the knee and it gets mentioned at least once a day and always at assembly. Despite this many people would still roll up their skirt. Immediately when you walked into the classroom, he would look at your skirt and tell you to roll it down. When you walked past him in the corridors, he would do it too. And sometimes he complained saying that whenever he walked upstairs he was not able to look up because he would see a “girls knickers or butt or thighs” and so he had to look at the floor or walls instead. Why is he looking in that area anyway?! He shouldn’t be looking in that area at all even if their skirts are rolled down. I was never in this lesson but apparently he also started talking about how he thought abortion was bad.

Next thing is just how much the school puts an emphasis on skirts below the knee. And they say that it’s because “male teachers would feel uncomfortable”. It’s not us who should change it’s the male teachers then. Whilst doing online lessons a teacher (who is female) said that we shouldn’t have any underwear or certain clothes in the background because it would make “male teachers uncomfortable”. I understand why they don’t want us to have things like that in the background but why only talk about male teachers. At least why not say that it makes teachers in general uncomfortable or other students uncomfortable. But no it’s back to please change yourself or what you are doing because you will be treated weirdly by adult men even though you are a child and it’s their problem.

Anyway sorry about that. I kinda just wanted to rant again. Sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I hope you are having a good day and you aren’t near any creepy dudes. And if you are, I am very happy to bosh the creepy dudes. Bye bye~

Hi! Okay so every last one of those teachers are horrible and shouldn't be around children. Absolutely horrible. And the teacher who is putting his ya know that close to students is one hundred percent doing it on purpose and its disgusting, men know when they are visibly excited its just gross that he would even do that. And you were understandably uncomfortable, no teacher should be that close to a student. I am so sorry you were put in that situation. Really all of those teacher should be penalized. And seriously dress codes sadly aren't for the male students, but the teachers. A male teacher shouldnt be there if a minor's shoulders or legs are distracting. An adult man shouldn't be even looking up the skirts of teenage girls, you wouldn't even see anything if you weren't purposely looking, It's horrible. And why are young girls forced to change because a grown man can't control himself. I had went to a counselor's office in a kind of short skirt and she asked if I had any appropriate clothes or she couldnt send me to a male psychiatrist she'd have to find a female psychiatrist.....what the hell kind of sense does that make. If you can't trust a man with a young girl in skirt why is he even there?? Ugh it's absolutely disgusting. It really is there problem, not the young girl's fault. It's okay vent all you want, i hope you have a nice day and stay safe. If a teacher ever makes you feel uncomfortable make sure you go to a teacher you trust. Byee🌸🌸

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