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0alanasworld0 · 1 year

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Dedication (Hakim Ziyech x reader) *request

Request: "Hakim Ziyech X wife!reader where everyone just loves them together and he dedicates his goal at the WC to her..."

Pt2 - Perseverance

Warnings: none

Hakim had no intentions of returning to the Moroccan national team. He loved his country and teammates with all his heart but couldn’t bear the risk of being so poorly treated as he once was. After everything he gave up the last time: his money, his time, his own wellbeing and all for Halilhodžić to treat him as a scapegoat for the losses. He never caught a break, not during the training in the build-up to the 2018 tournament nor during the world cup itself. It was hell and he had much less distressing means of making a living.

He had to admit, there were moments where he felt drawn to return again. When he saw Zakaria score his first ever goal for Morocco during a friendly. When he saw little Ounahi come out of his shell and use the very tricks he had shown him. He could feel goosebumps on the comfort of his home couch when he saw the Moroccan crowd chant his name, hoping and praying for his return. Thousands of miles away, he could still feel it. And he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to come back.

You always made an effort to hide your phone whenever you checked in on those games. He would tell you he didn’t mind but you knew that his national team was a soft spot for him. It broke his heart to leave, albeit with very good reasons, and the last thing you wanted to do was remind him of what he was missing. However, you weren’t always successful in this regard. You were cuddling together as you scrolled through tiktok and this was something you couldn’t control. Hakim happened to be looking over your shoulder for that one tiktok. A short clip of the chanting, followed by the commentary of some annoying armchair analyst about the goings on. He bit his lip, looking down.

“I’m so sorry, my love I-”

“No no, don’t apologise! I’m fine, I swear!” he reassures you, giving you a tight hug and kissing your cheek. He continues to sit for a few minutes before opting to get a glass of water. He stayed there for a second to gather his thoughts, mind wandering to his team again. How are they all? Are they taking breaks between sessions? Are they being treated well? Did they celebrate after yesterday’s win? His thoughts are all over the place but he pushes it all aside. It's a rare rest day and he intends on spending every minute of every hour with you in his arms.

The national team fiasco leaves his mind soon after returning to you as you watch some of your favourite videos together.

He’s sleeping soundly, an arm draped around your waist as his head lays in the crook of your neck. The peaceful moment is interrupted by his phone vibrating on the bedside table. You shift and groan in confusion and he kisses your neck, lulling you to sleep once more as he grabs his phone. Which idiot is calling him this late? What stupid situation has Mason got himself into this time?

He’s utterly baffled by the name displayed on the screen. They talk all the time but the timing is utterly bizarre.

“Yassine, my friend. You’re treading on very thin ice.” hakim grumbles, looking back over at you to make sure you’re still asleep.

“Well thank Allah that I'm thousands of miles away (!)” Hakim pinches the bridge of his nose, Yassine is undeniably a wonderful friend but this is unusual behaviour from him and Hakim doesn’t like it.

“Great conversation. I look forward to our next 3am rambling session, bye now-”

“Wait no hold on. Look, I overheard a little conversation the coach was having with the governing body…”

“The ice is cracking, Yassine.”

“Okay okay look, I think he’s about to be replaced. Yesterday’s match may have gone well but they seem to think he’s not the right person for the job in the long-term.”

“It took those geniuses long enough to figure that one out.”

“You’re telling me. You should have seen coach yell at Abde after the match for joining that chant.”

“I’m assuming you yelled back?”

“Naturally.”

“Taking after me then? At this rate, you’re all going to be kicked off.”

“With that amoeba in charge, we’ve all been considering it anyway. BUT if there’s a new coach…”

“You all stand a much better chance!”

“Yeah I was hoping the ‘you’ could change to a ‘we’”

“Yassine, I can’t”

“You said you loved this team and coach was standing in the way last time. You were right to leave and we all understand that completely. What's stopping you with a new coach? We all still adore you, y’know?”

“Look, we don’t even know if this is real yet! I don’t want to get our hopes up.”

“Well when the news does come out, know that the offer is going to be on the table. We need you, Hakim. Tell me that you’ll think about it, at least.”

“IF the news is real, I’ll consider it.” Hakim can almost hear Yassine smile at that but furrows his eyebrows. He thinks he can hear some mumbling in the background.

“Yassine, are there people with you- wait Yousef?”

“Okay good talk, man. See you soon! Give the missus our my salam!” the dial tone sounds, indicating that Yassine has hung up the call and had put him on speaker for the rest of the team who were almost certainly sitting right there with him. A small smile makes its way onto his face at the thought of his own team anticipating his return. He turns to look at you, your mouth slightly twitching into a smile and eyes fluttering as you struggle to feign sleep.

“I know you’re awake, my love.” He whispers, smile widening as he tickles you. You shriek with laughter, moving onto your back as he moves to lay by your side, elbow propped up with his head resting on his hand. He can see the excitement in your eyes, not necessarily for yourself but you know that his mind wanders to question his decision. Could he have handled it? The answer was no and he did the right thing for himself but a new opportunity now hangs in the air, one that could return him to his beloved team again.

“It might not even be real, I don't want to get our hopes up.”

“You’re right but it doesn’t hurt to consider the outcomes, no?”

“I suppose…” He sees you struggling to keep your eyes open and smiles softly. Whatever happens, at least he has his beautiful wife there with him. You were with him when he quit the team, holding him as he stressed about whether he was making a huge mistake. You were his rock throughout those first few months after the news broke out. When some old fans turned on him for a perceived lack of loyalty, when his ex “coach” was mouthing off about him to the press, when he cried at the idea of his teammates being resentful of the decision. He’s so happy he married you. You were his oasis amongst all the stresses of his career.

“We should probably sleep, my love.” You hum softly in agreement.

He lays on his back and carefully rolls you over so that you lay your head on his chest. His eyes fluttering to a close. Hopefully this time, the sleep will be without interruptions.

“I gave Walid your number by the way.”

“Of course you did, Nayef. I expect no less from any of you.” Hakim sighs. He pretends to be annoyed but secretly, everytime one of them indicates a desire for his return, he’s a step closer to booking a flight, walking into the stadium and training with everyone like nothing happened. But he holds off and waits. doubts still race through his mind and the memories of the last experience serve to continue his hesitancy.

Hours later, Walid Regragui himself has texted Hakim and organised a Zoom meeting to discuss future plans.

He genuinely doesn’t know what to think. Would the governing body just pick a Halilhodžić 2.0? For all he knows, this could all just be history repeating itself

Hakim takes a deep breath, mumbling a prayer before entering the call. He’s met with a very friendly looking face with a beaming smile, already promising…

“Ah, Hakim! What an honour to meet you!” Hakim smiles at that, he feels good about this.

“Likewise! The team has said many good things about you already!”

“I’m glad to hear that, it's a promising team and I have real faith in all of them. Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush with this. We need you on the team.”

Everyone’s prayers have been answered. Hakim makes his reappearance during one of the final qualifier matches, having trained with the team since mid-August. It was a huge relief for everyone to see him again and his friends were ecstatic to have their team feel complete after so long. The crowd went wild at his entrance. Of course they had known for a while now but seeing him in the flesh was a different experience. The electricity of the crowd only served to energise the team and allowed for a picture perfect victory. Hakim is ecstatic and the first thing he wants is to celebrate with you so he turns to forming a heart with his hands towards you. your friends are cheering as they tease you a little bit. you blush at the gesture and return it as the crowd cheer for the pair of you.

This was definitely the right decision.

He’s pacing around the hotel room.

“Anything could happen, habibi. Imagine if we lost to Canada!” The pacing clearly isn’t helping his mind when you stand, placing a hand on his back and guiding him to sit down on the bed. You gently turn his head so he’s looking at you and kiss him softly. He immediately relaxes as he cups your cheek with his hand. You pull away for breath but he brings you back in for another shortly after, his other hand moving to wrap around your waist to pull you closer. When he needs to pull away for breath, he keeps his forehead on yours and his eyes stay closed.

“You guys had Croatia on the ropes, Canada is nothing. Yassine said no to them anyway.” He smiles at that but the worry returns once more.

“You see, that's how they trick you! And then you end up losing to Saudi Arabia in your opening match!” you laugh and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Last I checked, the teams that care about every match as much as you end up doing exactly what's expected. So long as you don’t treat this match like a chance to poke fun at the other side, you’re gonna be okay, inshallah.” he hums in vague agreement.

“Do you think I made the right decision in coming back?”

“My love, I haven't seen you so happy playing football in a long time. This team clearly makes you happy and that's enough for me.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one with the words.” so gently smack his arm at that. You have a good feeling about the upcoming days and that's all you can really say.

The hours have finally passed, after spending your time exploring the streets of Qatar, buying some gifts for family on the way while Hakim has his final training sessions with the team, you and hakim;s mother manage to find your seats in the stadium. You’re slightly concerned and hope that his worries in the morning have dissipated. Your seat is fairly close to the barrier so you can discern some faces, smiling widely as you see your husband in his starting position, focussed as ever.

It's a couple of minutes into the match and the Moroccan attack is already decimating the Canadian defence. The ball is passed to Hakim who performs one of his signature crosses and makes an extremely risky attempt. The angle is tight and the goalkeeper appears to be moving in the right direction. You’re frozen in place as you keep your eye on the ball.

Your reaction is delayed until you hear the crowd explode into cheers, chanting Hakim’s name just as they did upon begging for his return. You manage to make eye contact with him as tears begin to form and you blow him a kiss, the people around you are baffled by the weirdly intimate gesture. It all becomes clear as the giant monitors display the cameras which are all focussed on one player. Hakim makes eye contact with you to the best of his ability as he kisses his wedding ring and forms a heart with his hands. Hakim’s mother nudges your shoulder teasingly as you hide your face in your hands while the crowd relish a short glimpse into your love for each other. He can't hold in his excitement. And to think that without your reassurance and encouragement, he may not have even come.

Once the final whistle is finally blown, the players are all immediately rushing to their families. Morocco have finally made it to the knockout stages, all while topping group F.

Hakim can't wait until everyone has left, as he’s bursting with excitement. So, he jumps the barrier, making a beeline to hug his mum and then you in the tightest, most comfortable embrace. the crowd erupting into cheers at the sweetness of it all. Neither of you care about the cameras that have managed to capture the moment of intimacy you both shared. It's nothing unusual for the two of you from the glimpses Hakim shares into your relationship online. Its very clear that the two of you are made for each other. You feel your shoulder is slightly damp as the pair of you soak in the glorious moment.

“Everything okay, my love?” you whisper, a hand rubbing circles on his back.

“Just glad that I'm back.” you both laugh quietly, you can vaguely hear his friends whoop and cheer from the field and you swear you can hear Yassine thanking you for joining in with the pestering and you roll your eyes playfully. He reluctantly lets go, pressing a kiss to your cheek before making his way back to the bunker.

The journey back home in the taxi is in a comfortable silence, the smiles haven’t left your faces. Your hands are intertwined and your head is resting on his shoulder.

The second you open the door to the hotel room, he kicks his shoes off and flops onto the bed dramatically. You snicker at his antics as you open the suitcases, looking for a shirt to sleep in. As you retrieve it, you look up to notice that hakim has already curled up under the blankets, scrolling through his phone at the edits he can't wait to show you. You quickly change as you jump in with him. His arms are immediately wrapped around your body, pulling you flush against him.

"People are quick with these huh?" you say, dumbfounded as you go through edit after edit. people have found and stitched old videos of you together, interviews, voiceovers from things he's said, photos from his instagram and you honestly commend the effort. Even you had forgotten about some of these, slightly embarrassed at how obvious the two of you were making the relationship. You at least remembered why the secret relationship was revealed so quickly.

"To say the least, it's only been a couple of hours!" you laugh as you continue to look through the hashtag people have created for you.

You grow bored of this so you put your phone back on the bedside table and turn to Hakim. You both admire each other for a second, gently tracing the other's features in silent admiration. The look he was giving you had your heart beating quickly, even after all this time. The softness they held made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Those edits really aren't that far off on the effect he has on you, as much as you hate to admit.

“Thank you all for pestering me so much about coming back.”

“It's what we’re here to do” you laugh quietly together before calling it a night and falling into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms.

idk how i feel about this one but i hope you enjoy anyway, my loves xx

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech imagines #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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sotorubio · 3 years

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I feel so lost, I've seen a few people talk about the basement shot and I don't get it 😅 I saw the posts before watching the clip and I thought it was going to be some cinematography thingy, and it did look good but nothing extraordinary. Can you explain because I feel so behind 😅😅

hi!! no worries i think it's a rly subjective thing so there's nothing wrong w not "getting it" like i don't think it's some cinematography geniousity that everyone has to be touched by so ur not behind at all!

i was personally talking abt this specific shot of bilal & zakaria jumping into the basement:

if u wanna see it in better lighting n in motion i was referencing the second gif from this beautiful gifset in my tags!

the reason why i enjoyed the shot so much was bc it indeed wasn't anything too spectacular or grandiose that i've always kinda disliked abt skamfr. i feel like in previous seasons (especially s3-6) they've been a bit of ehh.. try-hard.. when it comes to cinematography n while s7 was airing i wrote a longer post abt why i prefer this team's cinematography so this is just one more example of that! i like how casual & down to earth this shot was they're not intentionally trying to make our jaws drop from the #aesthetics of it all but it's still very experimental n a smart transition between the characters being outside on the street & suddenly inside the basement. no awkwardly long sequence of them trying to get through the vent but also not just an abrupt cut where they change places w/o any transition. it makes me feel more connected to the story when they make these very small yet clever shots. if u want a longer explanation as to why it feels more real & easier to connect to, the s7 cinematography post i mentioned is here n i talk abt the topic more in that one!

so that's like the.. i guess technical? aspect of why i loved the shot but if u aren't tired of me rambling yet i also have another reason regarding the symbolism & all that!!

i feel like the shot itself made me rly emotional bc right before it bilal is telling zak to go in but he's clearly very scared & anxious abt all this so he wants his big brother to go first instead n then it directly cuts to the shot where we see bilal doing exactly that 🥺🥺 no questions asked he just goes in first bc he can see how distressed his little brother is 😭

n then in this shot zak jumps in RIGHT after him.. like he has no hesitation after that, there's no pause between bilal's shoes hitting the ground & zak jumping inside he's basically already in motion just waiting for his brother to go in first bc he trusts him more than anything!! like i feel the shot demonstrates that even tho zak is VERY worried n doesn't wanna go inside first, he still gains enough courage immediately after seeing his brother do it bc bilal is his role model (or a hero even, considering all the super hero references from the first clips of the episode) n all he rly needs as encouragement is bilal 😭😭 zak was scared but his big brother gave him the strength he needs n erased his doubts abt it!!!!!

also maybe this sounds cliche but in the shot we can see their feet lined up together, they're standing side by side kinda symbolizing how they're facing all this together... they're staring into this basement, their new "home", n they only have each other. also the fact that they show us the jump in the shot just makes me think of them having to take this symbolic jump into a very dire situation. the camera focuses on zak's shoes n those r just children's sneakers!!! he's just a kid n so is bilal but they have to both metaphorically AND literally jump into the unknown w no adults to help them!! drives me crazy.

#inbox #anon #skam france

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skjebne-a · 3 years

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muse aesthetic ; feelings. / Atem Zakaria.

BOLD : always applies. ITALICISE : sometimes applies. STRIKE : never applies.

ANGER : jaw clenching. hands balling into fists. teeth grinding. yelling. going nonverbal. stuttering speech. rushed speech. slow, concise speech. rambling. quiet. arms crossing. shaking head. tearing up. animated. expressionless. projects. internalises. vents. withdraws. passive aggressive. direct. physical outbursts. verbal outbursts.

JOY : easy smiles. fighting back grins. suppressed laughter. loud laughter. giggles. chuckling. smirks. whole body laughs. covers mouth when laughing / giggling. throws head back when laughing. slaps leg. touches people around them when laughing. looks down when laughing. looks for eye contact when laughing. sparkling eyes. bubbly happiness. quiet, subtle happiness. obnoxious happiness. wants to spread joy. quietly savours joy.

SADNESS : crying. bottling it up. seeks distractions. wallows. meditates and processes. avoidance. seeks out comfort. withdraws. talks it out. internalises it. sad smiles. depression naps. uses alcohol. uses drugs. seeks out sources of joy. fidgets with sentimental item. sits in silence. broods. gets moody. wants someone to share the misery. tries to hide negative emotions. nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME : blushing. looking away. rubbing at back of head. covering face. laughing nervously. laughs it off. overthinks. lets it go. self - deprecating humour. deflects. gets irritated. smiles. withdraws. crossing arms over stomach. crossing arms over chest. hands in pockets. shoulders sinking. shrugs. falling into silence until comfortable again. talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT : avoiding eye contact. shoulders sinking low. head hanging down. crying. chest aches. lashes out. internalises. apologises. deflects. communicates. withdraws. grand gestures for forgiveness. accepts fault easily. punishes themselves. martyrdom. victim complex. over - active guilt complex. healthy conscience. internalises even after forgiveness. seeking redemption. moves on easily. denial. lack of guilt / conscience. sorry they got caught more than caused harm. can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY : trembling. crying. uses sarcasm / sass to cope. rambles. goes silent. gets angry. fidgeting. clenching jaw. picking at nails. chewing at lip. pulling at clothes. adjusting jewellery / clothing. swallowing thickly. eyes widening. over - reacts. under - reacts. calm. logical. panic. irrational. overthinks. carefully analyses. talks to themselves. breathing exercises. flight. fight. withdraws. fawns.

#(let's knock down the walls of immortality) (m.atem) (aesthetics)#headcanons (m.atem)

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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I believe in trikoto not bc there's evidences but bc it just makes sense that it was mikoto and some other(s) during childhood, then john split during adulthood

#tbh i think theres more than three #DID is a covert disorder its not impossible for there to be others #idk i mean ik iys possible its just very unlikely that theres only him and john #it makes moresense that writing 2+ alters would be hard #so they only wrote the important ones #zakaria rambles #i love you mikoto #mikoto kayano #john milgram #milgram #okay bye milgramblr

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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I don't think Yuno's crime is abortion because I don't think that it has enough depth for Milgram compared to the other prisoners

#milgram #zakaria rambles #yuno kashiki #dont get me wrong abortion is serious and there's definitely debate #but in terms of milgram? not nearly deep enough #i think her commiting infanticide or something makes more sense #i also like the 'yuno thinks shes guilty so thats why shes in milgram' theory #like all the other murders are deep and complicated #and aborting? it's important sure #but is there the kind of depth most of the other ones have?#it just feels flat idk #sorry guys ass takes with zakaria hours #making that a tag now #zakaria ass takes #<- there #okay click post tumblrgram pls dont be mean

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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Haruka in gold jewlery..... haruka in gold jewlery

#gold and dark blue #are the best #zakaria rambles #guys i might be gay for haruka #when i say gold jewlery i mean the indian kinda gold jewlery #jewelry #yummy #haruka sakurai #milgram

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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Rembers about the time @eslover and i tried to make a milgram tumblr discord server but realised neither of us rlly wanted to so we just started using it as second dms core

#zakaria rambles

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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Fuuta is so gay in a McCafferty way

Fucking homosexual

#milgram #zakaria rambles #fuuta kajiyama

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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As a religious fuuta truther i love seeing it become so widespread

#milgram #milgram project #fuuta kajiyama #kajiyama Fuuta #zakaria rambles

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earlyzakariya · 3 months

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Indie games after having the most beautiful heart destroying soundtracks (this is about celeste and undertale)

#celeste #undertale #THESE SOUBDTRACKS ARE GORGEOUS FFS #zakaria rambles #awake off of celeste destroys me #celestes story breaks me #the gameplay is hellish lowk #but its one of my fav platformers ever #celeste has a gorgeous soundtrack #lovely visuals #celeste actually helped me through the hardest period of my life #i saw myself ib madeline and i think it saved me #the scene wity her and theo where he calms her down?#her learning to love badeline because at the end of the say she was trying to protect her #dont get me started on undertale #i love both these games #i love independent games

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earlyzakariya · 4 months

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NO WAY NEW MUTUAL!!!! we are best forever friends now

OMG SURE!!! Guys i love new mooties its so sillay :3

#zakaria rambles

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earlyzakariya · 1 month

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Fuuta Kajiyama is Awsten Knight aka The CRACKIEST post I'll ever make

This started as a joke, until I realised it's not that much of a joke because the evidence kinda lined up

Happy April Fools!

For my MILGRAM following, Awsten Knight is the backup/rhythm guitarist and vocalist of the band Waterparks. Remember that this post is a joke and not serious, and all evidence in this is just a compilation of similarities I found funny.

First, Backdraft sounds very similar to some of the songs off of Intellectual Property, Waterparks latest album

The songs in particular are REAL SUPER DARK, RITUAL, and ST*RFUCKER, this is hard to describe, but when I say this I am mostly talking about general sound and vibes, I think some aspects of the instrumentals are very similar, and I think the PRESSURE PRESSURE vocals in Backdraft are very Ritual esque, as they remind me of the elephant noises in it.

I think that Bring It On is somewhat Entertainment coded, now this is less solid, but this album just really reminds me of the way Bring It On's instrumental sounds. The songs are Blonde, TANTRUM, Rare, Crybaby, and Sleep Alone. I do think some of these songs somewhat resonate with Fuuta as a character as well.

I will add Numb off of Greatest Hits to the list simply because in interrogation question 7 in trial two he uses the word numb to describe what he wants to do to his pain and I'm counting it because why the fuck not.

Here's some (really there's not that much) character analysis/connection based on a couple of the songs.

RITUAL is very trial two Fuuta to me. This is based on the lyrics "living like I'm dead and on my own" and "don't look for me, don't look for me" both of these describe how he feels after Kotoko's attacks, he mentions how this isn't time to worry about other people (dead and on my own) and the way he acts very much makes it seem like he doesn't wish to be seen (don't look for me x2). Also RITUAL whether meaning to or not is a gay anthem and this little man is very gay /hj.

I'm a Natural Blue just describes his general thought process to me, Fuuta is a very demotivated newly 20 year old man(?) and I'm a Natural Blue describes him perfectly. "I feel like my ideas have lost their glow somehow" describes the way Fuuta describes the world, where he says that dreams are for little kids, i personally infer that Fuuta was an avid dreamer as a child but later on lost this light/motivation because of the process of growing up, which is what this song is about. "why I can't stop pushing deeper, down the rabbit hole to see the other side and what I need, and what I need is trying to break me" resonates with his Twitter addiction (relevant more later), I believe that he was struggling with health and got addicted to internet issues, which is what made him commit his murder. Fuuta wouldn't stop pushing deeper into the drama and issues, which lead to him committing his crime and ending up in MILGRAM. I think that his guilty verdict + the attack is what he needed to break free from that cycle and repent. (see. see what I did there, the attack "broke him").

Second, he and Awsten are chronic Twitter users

I unfortunately do not have much very good evidence for why this makes them the same person, but they both use Twitter alot and are established to be a little bit of bullies.

I will now attach a bunch of horrible Awsten tweets I think that Fuuta would post because that is the only way I can prove this

My evidence for this one is that Fuuta seems like the kinda person to hate kids (even though it's established he wanted to care for Haruka in t1 just bc he was younger BUT SHUT UP)

This explains it'self

I'm done explaining these monstrosities

I know I said I was done with commentary but seriously guys how is this NOT Fuuta coded like, he acts like he writes in all caps he already speaks like it. (HAHHHHH?????????)

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THIRD, Fuuta is red and Awsten is (at time of writing this post) red

Fuuta is a redhead, which is a very bright red in his mvs. Fuuta's hair is very similar of a shade of red to the Intellectual Property album cover. Awsten dyes his hair to match each album, which is why he is red. Photo of the cover for reference is attached below.

Now, the Intellectual Property album cover has a dark blue frog on it, now (bare with me) Fuuta is associated with a dark blue character. Haruka. Now, the frog on the album is a poison dart frog, which is poisonous to the touch. Haruka is commonly associated with butterflies with very similar patterning to Bungleton (the name of the frog on the album), as I am no expert in butterflies I cannot tell if the ones in his mv are poisonous or not, this association makes Haruka represent Bungleton anyways simply because of the blue and black theme and because I am getting horribly desperate.

Okay, so, Haruka is Bungleton, and Fuuta is red. What else is red? THE BACKGROUND COLOUR OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, This makes Fuuta INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY and Haruka Bungleton. This further connects them to IP. Haruka is blue and white in canon, Fuuta is red and black; this further corresponds with the covers on the album, making up the only ones on it in fact.

Fourth, There is footage of Awsten playing three legged soccer with Geoff (lead guitarist of Waterparks) and I'm willing to take that as evidence for him being Fuuta bc Fuuta likes soccer, you can find the clip I'm talking about here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WctIw7fbNVk&ab_channel=Band_Spam

Fifth, and I know I'm reaching here, but I've found multiple pieces of selfcest for both characters which is honestly enough for me to say it's proof bc again. I'm desperate

Sixth, Otto (Waterparks' drummer) is a serial killer, DON'T ASK WHY THIS IS EVIDENCE, IT JUST IS, KILLER AND KILLER 🤷

Thank you for reading this! Tag a friend below and leave a comment if you can find out where exactly I started loosing my sanity! Reblogging is cool bc it gives me more notifications so feel free to do that,

Now I shall rest

#milgram #haruka sakurai #fuuta kajiyama #zakaria rambles #kajiyama fuuta #milgram theory #crack post #this isn't even my wildest crack theory. that one's coming up.#waterparks #waterparks band #awsten knight #milgram project #i was not sane when i wrote this

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