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juliensorelapologist · 2 years

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I finished Kleo on Netflix, and her and Sven made me insane so I wrote a little something

Around an hour after their latest fight / murder attempt, she opens her hotel room door to find Sven standing up in front of her. He doesn’t even look scared, just tired.

“I left all my clothes here. And my money.”

“I could kill you right now.”

“Yeah well. So could a lot of people. I discovered there’s a lot more murderous spies running around than you would think.”

She thinks about it. He’s a fucking traitor - and capitalist scum. He doesn’t believe in anything. It would be so easy to close the door in his face, or to shoot him in the head. Except. Well.

She doesn’t say anything, only stands on the side to let him get in.

He doesn’t even grab his jeans, just lays down on the bed. She lays down beside him, letting a centimeter of space between their bodies. Kleo stares at the ceiling.

“Shouldn’t you go back to your wife and your son?”

“I’m not… We’re probably gonna… they don’t need me right now.”

She's not even jealous. She had been so jealous of Andi’s wife, pregnant and happy and normal, for stealing the life that should have been hers. Probably no reason to feel jealous now since being a KGB spy and shooting her kid’s dad in the head had never been in Kleo’s dreams of a cozy life.

“You’re not a really good dad, are you?”

“I… that’s not really fair, yeah! I love my son!”

And you ditched him to run across the world with a murderer. But yes, it probably isn't fair. He is a better father than most parents she knows, at least than the adults in her life. Had her mother been good? Maybe. She had been so sure of it before that damn last meeting. But she could never imagine discarding so easily a child she had once truly loved. So maybe her mom had never loved her, or maybe she had.

The thing about the past is : she can remember the color of a suitcase at a meeting four years ago, and the face of a woman she barely saw in a corridor, but the other things, the important things, or maybe the details feel like they're all the same sometimes. The house she grew up in and the house she learned to kill in and Jorge and Andi whispering “your grand dad is a great man, you know?”, her grand dad’s hand on her shoulder at ten and at twenty and him pointing a gun towards her and Andi’s shooting her and them dead, looking straight into nothing.

The past all feels the same, and it felt like it was never gonna let her go, until it did. Giving up the suitcase had felt freeing, but it had been for nothing. And here she is, aimless, laying on a bed, laying next to someone who embodied everything she despised in the West.

She thinks about the story Ramona told her, about dead women and vengeful sirens, and then she thinks about that one movie she watched with Theo.

“I think I shouldn’t have gotten out of prison.” and then, because it isn’t true, she says “I think I’m dead. Like the ghosts in those Japanese stories.”

Somehow, he gets what she says, which is weird because she doesn’t think he watches the same type of movies Theo watches.

“Like the… the vengeful Geisha.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not. That’s not true. They’re just here for revenge and you. Well you didn’t kill Ramona and you didn’t really want to kill the BND woman, it just… happened.”

He’s pressed on his elbows, surplombing her, his eyes oh so sweet and filled with affection and isn’t that funny? The number of men who looked at her this way before stabbing her in the back?

He struggles with his words a bit more before grabbing her wrist. She holds back the instinct of kicking him in the stomach.

“See? I couldn’t do that to a ghost, yeah? You’re real. You’re real.”

He’s saying it like it’s the most important thing in the world, and maybe it is. A part of her is still angry at him, at everything, kicking and snarling at the world. It’s the part of her that was trained, that’s paranoid, that kept her alive all these years. But she’s not sure what’s the use of a survival instinct now that she doesn’t have anything to survive for, and Sven already betrayed her the only way a guy like him, that throws up when he sees a dead body, ever could, so she puts her head against his chest, and throws an arm across his body and drags him close. He hugs her back, far too comfortable with someone who ran after him with a gun barely an hour before.

She closes her eyes, and breathes deep.

#when you're french and write a fanfic in english for a show only six german people watched #anyways very pleasant watch #called out the alien thing #my friend didn't believe me #said there aren't aliens in historical fiction #I said there would be if writers weren't cowards #and I was right #also I think Sven is bi #that's it. Enjoy #kleo netflix #kleo straub #sven petzold #kleo

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lpz-thegalaxystar · 1 year

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happy valentine

(here in Argentina it is celebrated too but now everything is expensive)

I have several headcannos And facts about Skullbania and the clan of akira. (I will also change the story of how drool and Akira met)

Facts: Yorunohoshi (夜の星) means the night star in japanese, According to the translator, if anyone knows Japanese let me know.

2. Headcanon: Valentine's Day, in Skullbania, they will be given a monster heart to their beloved, while in Japan, well, it was ancient Japan, it didn't exist like it does now.

3. Facts: Akira was born during the edo period, (1608-1868) , exactly in 1622 , which would currently be about 400 years old and Akihiro was born in 1950 , which would currently be 373 years old.

4: headcanon: The duck of always He met Akira when she just arrived in Skullbania and also it was very easy for the duck to learn Akira's language.

5: facts : Akira was a Geisha before being in Skullbania and as some know, she is the sister of 6 samurais.

7: facts: Katashi (Akira's poder brother) He was in Skullbania before Akira was born, so He made enemies with a lot of people there, even with Drool, obviously.

8: headcanon: Akira's brothers' ages And deaths were those:

Katashi : 51 years , Missing , It is unknown if he stayed in the nightlands or became a yokai.

Tadao : 100 years , peaceful death, after he retired from being a samurai, he became a Buddhist and died of aging.

Ryozo: 46 years old , was killed by one of Drool's henchmen.

Masato: 42 years old , He drowned in Lake Saiko, which is the one near the Aokigahara forest.

Kin: 38 years old , Being almost the last samurai of the family, he died with honor during a battle.

Harou: 30 years , Harou, seeing that his/her sister was killed, this with resentment with his/her clan, became a kijo demon (translated as a demon woman and yes, Harou was a woman disguised as a man) , Also before that His/her heart was so horrendous as Drool's face.

9: facts : some female relatives of Akira became yokais, for example there is Akira's graunt (great aunt) named kyofu, that she is an onibaba, the translation's Demon witch a, old witch , or old demon . Since kyofu Accidentally killed her daughter.

10: Facts Akira has physical similarities to Kuchisake-onna , yukki-onna and Hachishakusama., except that Akira has white hair, black spots on her skin, horns and that she is about 7.9 feet tall.

11: Katashi is Akira's adoptive father since their father died and Akira's mother died in childbirth, plus Katashi wanted to give Akira a Skullbanian name , which was light-diamond , But due to pronunciation problems , choose Akira , since it means Brilliant , although without the A , it can mean light or assassin in Japanese.

12 facts: Akira's middle name is Hekigan, which means Blue eyes in Japanese.

13: Some of Akira's biological siblings/adoptive uncles, had children.

Tadao: 4 daughters , the eldest is tsutsuji.

Ryozo : 3 daughters and 1 son

Masato : 2 sons and 1 daughter.

Kin: 1 son.

14: headcanon: Patty is descendants of Tadao, she even has a great similarity with Akira and one of Tadao's daughters and also a school child is a descendant of kin, even having the surname Yorunohoshi.

15: headcanon: Bill , his mom and the most of the people in town can speak French , well French Canadian.

16: Akira can be manipulative sometimes, when she wants to and or accidentally, she once asked Akihiro to find a green thing to eat and Akihiro brought her The toe of evil, Akira just scolded him and tell him to give it back to it's owner.

#fangbone #Fangbone!#Bill Goodwin #Nathalie Goodwin #Patty #Katashi Yorunohoshi #Akihiro Yorunohoshi #Akira Yorunohoshi #Tadao Yorunohoshi #Ryozo Yorunohoshi #Masato Yorunohoshi #Kin Yorunohoshi #Harou Yorunohoshi #Kyofu Yorunohoshi

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ask-thesoulcatcher · 4 years

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Hi Soul Catcher. What is your special skill? And do you like miss Rashomon (Michiko)? Btw,have a great day :3

"The skills I have out of the games is being able to go into a ghost form, turning into a full sugar skeleton, floating and going to my work area."

#first ask #idv soul catcher #identityv #idv #idv norton #idv prospector #//yes i have the geisha as his mom #norton campbell

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purplehairedwonder · 2 years

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One Piece Chapter 1035 (Seriously this time)

I haven’t written anything on the last few chapters, mostly because I tend to find fight chapters to be the least interesting types of chapters. (Yes, I’m aware this is a shonen, lol.) I did find a couple of things I enjoyed enough to comment on for this chapter, though.

So, I was wrong about the geisha being a plant, but I wasn’t wrong that Sanji didn’t end up being the one hitting her. And the end of the fight with Queen has a lovely moment that proves that Sanji will never have the heart of ice that he was worried about:

Rather than the fight, I’m obviously more interested in the insight we get into King, from his face (Oh no he’s hot)

to the brief flashback to Kaido recruiting him.

I can’t help but think of the parallels between Kaido recruiting King and Luffy recruiting Zoro. After all, Zoro was also a prisoner when Luffy found and freed him.

And we also get the parallel of Ryuma’s defeat of the dragon

with Zoro’s defeat of King.

I assume the next chapter will confirm King’s defeat, as this chapter did for Queen’s. Sanji went down after his fight, and I imagine Zoro’s magic mink medicine is about to wear out, too.

That means both top commanders are down, leaving Kaido vs. Luffy, Big Mom vs. Law and Kidd, Drake and Apoo vs. CP0, Yamato vs. the island exploding, Hiyori vs. Orochi, Momo vs. the island dropping on the Flower Capital, and the obvious main event: Raizo vs. Fukurokuju.

#One Piece chapter 1035 #Seriously this time #One Piece 1035 #One Piece spoilers #Roronoa Zoro #King #Vinsmoke Sanji

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end-the-transmission · 3 years

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question for the inspector AU!

has the lady lost her memory somehow? is that why she doesn��t recognize her younger self in the photo the thin man shows her? she remembers obtaining the cigarette lighter as a child, so she hasn’t forgotten her childhood completely; or perhaps she’s just simply forgotten what she looked like as a kid.

or maybe she’s known all along and is keeping it a secret from the thin man. 😳

Ooh yes! :0 Thank you for this question. I left it vague as I was developing Six's backstory :). The Lady has in fact lost her memory! (she's been brainwashed). There are fragments that she remembers (as well as memorabilia), but a lot of them remain fuzzy. She does in fact remember a child with a paper bag on his head but never makes the connection to the Inspector. She rationalizes this memory, chalking it up to just a weird imaginary friend she created (never once thinking he was real).

I won't tell you exactly how Six and Mono separate (cuz spoilerz) but I will tell you how she became The Lady :). It's a little long so if you'd like to read it, click on the "Keep Reading" below :)

In a previous post, I headcanon that Six's father worked at the Maw as the Toymaker, her mother having passed away. Six's mother, in fact, was actually one of the several geishas that ran the Maw, the Head Governess or also known as, "The Lady of the Maw" :0. She was in charge, a position that has been in her family for generations. Unintentionally, she fell in love with one of her guests and stepped down to have Six. Something she warned her husband about was that despite the position of power, being "The Lady" meant living with an uncontrollable hunger that would prevent her from ever leaving the Maw. Having this position being passed down from generation to generation, she didn't want Six to suffer the same curse (even though Six did, not knowing the curse itself was hereditary). She pleaded that if she were to ever pass away, that her husband did not let their daughter become the next Lady. He of course agreed, for he loved Six as much as she did. The Lady's sister, Six's aunt, stepped up once the Lady left to marry her husband. She was more than happy to take this position but feared losing their family's right to become the leaders of the Maw due to Six's aunt bearing a son rather than a daughter. Her son turns out to be Runaway Kid! (Six's cousin :) ) and is trapped in the recesses of the Maw due to his mother's embarrassment for not producing a viable heir. As we know, eventually, he escapes. After this, Six's mom soon passes away from illness. Desperate to reclaim her, as well as her family's, honor, Six's aunt tries to persuade the Toymaker to have her take Six under her wing to become the next Lady. But of course, he refuses, wanting his daughter to have the freedom to go anywhere she wanted. Six's aunt asks over and over, begs, even threatens the Toymaker but he stands firm in protecting Six. He does his best to work long, hard hours, obtaining just enough money so that he'd be able to move out of the Maw with Six in search of a better home. Unfortunately, Six's aunt kills him before he is able to do so, staging it as a suicide so Six will have no choice but to have her remaining family take care of her. Yet, Six escapes before her aunt can catch her. Years later, having somehow separated from Mono, Six returns to the Maw only to be captured and brainwashed by her aunt! :0 Six's aunt claims to be her mother and puts her under training to be the next Lady. Six wasn't brainwashed until after the death of one of the geishas, the one she eats. Unknown to her, it was a test of strength.

#ln #ln2 #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #LADY OF THE MAW: Embodiment of Hunger #inspector au #detective au #ASK: Are you a lost child too?#SIX: Child of the Maw

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duamuteffe · 3 years

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Thoughts on Halloween? Do you celebrate? Any fun traditions for you and the doc?

I love Halloween SO MUCH, omg. You have unleashed a torrent of stories, I apologize in advance.

So my Mom's mom, who we called Bummy, was an amazing seamstress. She had started at seven (so, 1935) on a Singer treadle machine helping her mother make clothes out of flour sacks for her seven siblings, and by the time us grandkids came along there was nothing she couldn't sew. She could look at a garment and figure out a pattern, or make one up out of her imagination, and this translated into the best Halloween costumes of all time. When I was a toddler she made costumes for me that she thought would be cute; a bee, a Care Bear, a strawberry. Once we were older she'd ask my brother and I in June what we wanted to be for Halloween and by October (after numerous fittings and fussings :) it would be done. I was a wizard with beard and robes and a glowing crystal ball, I was the Phantom of the Opera with an ankle-length cape, I was a cat with velvet ears and paws and tail and a shiny blue alien with deely boppers and extra hands. My brother was a cloaked Death with ragged robes, a fishman with trailing seaweed, a futuristic astronaut with a silver spacesuit. If we didn't have a preference, she'd decide for us; she had always loved the style of kimonos and obis so she managed to make a gorgeous and very reasonable facsimile of a garment she had never seen in person, only in National Geographics, and made me a geisha one year. (Note - was this cultural appropriation? Yes. Did I know that at 14 in 1993? No, I did not, and neither did she. Rest assured that while my love for Geisha and Maiko remains undimmed, I wouldn't do it again because I know better now. But as a demonstration of her talent that outfit was beautiful.)

Trick-or-Treating in my small neighborhood was fun, although I was very shy so it could be a little nerve-wracking. Several houses had adults who also had their elderly parents living with them, so all visiting kids would be ushered in to the living room so the old people could exclaim over our costumes. ("Oh, look, how nice! Who are you being this year?" even when the child in question had a store-bought Batman costume that was a mask and a plastic poncho that said "Batman" across it :) We usually got an even mix of store-bought candy and homemade treats because it was a very poor county; popcorn balls, rice crispy treats, little bags of cookies, no-bakes that were so good we always tried going back at least once to see if the lady of the house had forgotten she'd given us some already, store bought apples, and, from the lovely but very poor lady who lived up past the end of our street, apples from her tree out back. Since there were only about a dozen houses in my town (out of fifteen total, plus three or four camps) that gave out candy, sometimes one or more of the moms would pack local kids in cars and either go across the river or up the road to the slightly larger towns so we got more candy. My folks would ration it out to us over the next few days so we didn't overload on it and get sick.

Once you hit your mid teens you either stayed at home to give out candy and attempt to terrify incoming children with spooky setups or go out egging other roving bands of teens. I always went with giving out candy because I hate being sticky. We had a great setup one year were my brother wore his Death costume and slumped in a chair looking like a dummy and holding a bowl of candy in his lap. We replaced the porch light with a blacklight bulb and put the cats in the attic so we could leave the back door open and played this exact cassette tape on the stereo:

Kids would sneak up the porch stairs and peek into the living room, and, seeing the supposed dummy, would creep towards it. When they reached for the candy my brother would shove it towards them and growl, and they'd scream and run back outside, where I would catch them and tell them it was fine and herd them back inside so they could grab some candy. The kids were usually fine once the shock had passed, but some of the moms were so scared I couldn't get them to go back inside, which was always hilarious.

When I moved up north, the farm was too far from the town for trick or treaters, sadly, and when I came back home I was in a second-floor apartment for 14 years so no trick or treaters there, either, which was a great disappointment. But once we moved to the trailer I could finally start decorating and handing out treats the way I have always wanted to:

With a whole cemetery and a big bowl of goofy toys and glowsticks and candy. (Reminds me, I need to get ordering this years' round of toys and glowsticks. We almost always run out of glowy things.)

Incidentally the Doc and I are ADF Druids, so Halloween is also Samhain, the day when the barriers between us and the Next World are the thinnest, and we think of the Ancestors who have gone ahead of us and make offerings to them. Our yearly offering is the giving of treats and toys and a bit of scares to children, the way our folks and grandparents and local old folks did for us as kids, in the hopes that those kids will have happy memories of the holiday the way we do.

#life in the duamuteffe household #after the hours for passing out candy are over we get dressed up in costumes and go out for dinner #because wandering around as a steampunk airship pilot (him)#and a burlesque wolfgirl (me) is super fun

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artpastmidnight · 2 years

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I posted 709 times in 2021

94 posts created (13%)

615 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.5 posts.

I added 195 tags in 2021

#personal - 37 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#ok but cellphone charms kinda come from the samurai putting 根付('netsuke'=charms) on their swords so this is actually recycling the trend!

My Top Posts in 2021

i wish we could've watched The Falcon and Winter Soldier Finale in theaters because i KNOW the theater would've lost their shit the way we did when steve caught mjolnir when sam showed up as the NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA

What a great moment for Anthony Mackie,

I hope u heard us cheering, ✨KING✨

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does anybody else get their whole body sore the day after an extreme panic attack kinda like they have a fever, or is it just me?

65 notes • Posted 2021-07-05 02:15:28 GMT

i watched the part in the mandalorian s2 where mando finally learned grogu’s name and he just keeps calling him and laughing softly to himself when grogu reacts and then gets so excited grogu can use the force that he curses to himself cuz he’s so fucking thrilled his son can use his powers and grogu gets scared because he noticed his dad cursed and mando’s like “no, i’m not mad at you” and he just looks admiringly at grogu saying “you’re really special, kid” with so much feeling on a loop last night because it’s just so damn ADORABLE.

like toxic masculinity??? i don’t know her

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Being brought over to the US from Japan at the age of 5 was detrimental to my self image. In Japan, I was treated as a ‘cute child’ (meaning ‘a normal kid’) but when I was brought over to the states, I was bullied constantly for having a “flat face”, “short, disgusting legs”, etc…  Always being compared to impossible white beauty standards, I grew up to have a LOT of internalized racism towards my looks. (I am still working very hard with many issues of “straddling two worlds🇯🇵🇺🇸” with my therapist)

However, on my trip to Kyoto this time, my Mom wanted me to do a ‘maiko (geisha apprentice) transformation photoshoot’.  I was reluctant about it because I hate seeing myself in pictures, and I didn’t want to do something so touristy.  But, since I sometimes draw geisha/maiko for thank you cards, I thought I could get some pose references or insight into how things would move.

This was a blessing in disguise because for the first time in my life, it made me look at myself completely outside western beauty standards.  I was looking at myself for what I am: a Japanese woman. Although I knew it in my head, it *FINALLY* CLICKED THAT I WAS ALWAYS STRIVING TO BE SOMETHING THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO ACHIEVE, BECAUSE I AM NOT WHITE.

so to all the people that bullied me and convinced me I was ugly and therefore worthless because I couldn’t fit into your beauty standards, i say…

FUCK YOU, I’M GORGEOUS!

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signal boosts are deeply appreciated🥺

hey, i know we’re ALL struggling so i know it’s a hard time to ask, but my lil sis is getting married and i’m really sad i can’t get anything for her bc i’m disabled and unemployed. basically the only thing i can do is draw. i don’t do shippy art, but i can do face closeups pretty well (stylized or not) for like, icons and stuff. i think i’ll only do faces/bust ups for speed’s sake this time.

would commissioning me be something ANYONE would be interested in? and yes, i am temporarily lifting my ban on spn commissions. PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK IF YOU’RE INTERESTED 🖤

here are some samples of what i’ve done over the years in no particular order:

please click on the image if it’s blurry.

thanks again for considering 🖤

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #none of my art posts made it in the top 5…#i really bombed this year :’(#this year i spent a LOT of days in bed from excruciating migraines where i was praying for death #i hope i have enough good days so i can create more next year

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goldenkamuyhunting · 3 years

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[EP31 Spoiler] When Tsukishima said that people in the 7th called Ogata "mountain cat" as a cruel joke, I'm surprised to see Sugimoto genuinely feeling bad for Ogata. Like bruh he straight up shot you in head, remember? I understand why Tsukishima appeared uncomfortable recounting this because he was judged by his father's sins too, but Sugimoto's reaction was a surprise to me. Your thought?

Honestly...

I don’t really think it’s surprising.

I’m not sure if you’re just an anime viewer or are you also following the manga (if you aren’t I recommend reading it as it’s much, much better than the anime) but I warn you my answer will include also parts that will refer to scenes in the manga that weren’t included in the anime (because the anime decided not to animate them) or that in the anime continuity have yet to happen as the manga is the original source of material and behaviours.

Anyway, let’s start with the part that’s common in both media, in short the scene in question.

Here it’s how it is in the anime.

And here there’s the manga version.

The dialogue and the core of the scene is more or less the same so I won’t dig too much into the small differences and just discuss the scene.

A bit of technicalities, first.

Words used:

Yamaneko (山猫)= “Wildcat”, litterally “mountain cat”.

Ōyamaneko (オオヤマネコ)= “Lynx”, litterally “big mountain cat”.

Meko Oyasi (メコオヤシ)= “Cat monster” (oyasi are, losely, malicious Ainu mythological creatures, Tsukishima will later see the meko oyasi as equivalent to the Japanese ‘Bakeneko’ (化け猫) = “monster cat”)

Now... the slang for geisha ‘wildcat’ has a complicate story but, back then, was used for ‘geisha’ who actually slept with customers. Now, a geisha isn’t supposed to sleep with a customer or engage with him in any sort of sexual act. That’s why ‘geisha’ who slept with customers were viewed as a fraud, people who deceive others, because they passed themselves for geisha when they actually were prostitutes.

So the sentence Koito said actually means ‘the son of a swindler is a swindler’.

The ‘joke’, if we want to call it as such, is objectively pathetic and dumb, a way to attack a person not over something he can control, like his character or his actions, but over something he can’t control, like who gave birth to him, made worse (although Sugimoto can’t know this part) by how Ogata’s mother didn’t slep with Hanazawa for money but because she fell for him and if there was a swindler in the story that one is Hanazawa who took advantage of her feelings and then dumper her.

But, back to Ogata, he has no control over his mother’s work or what she chose to do prior to his birth, nor he had the chance to chose her over another woman as his mother. He is also not his mother, and being a swindler isn’t a genetically trasmissible trait.

So what the 7th division called a joke is actually a personal attack done in really poor taste based on a wrong assumption (that Ogata’s mother was a prostitute) and a fallacity (frauding behaviour isn’t heriditary) that aimed to hit Ogata not for a fault of his but for something he had no control over in a time in which he hadn’t betrayed the 7th yet (as the joke started prior to Ogata’s betrayal).

Attacking Ogata defining him a fraud, a swinder, was a big blow in a time where honour was held so valuable, so it’s not really minor.

Back to Sugimoto though, Sugimoto is an adult.

He can see it’s a low blow, something petty and childish, something completely different from calling Ogata ‘murderer’ or ‘jerk’ or even a ‘swindler’ but for things HE and not his mom, did, and it’s a joke the 7th division passed on way before Ogata shoot him and way before Ogata betrayed them.

Therefore, even if he wants Ogata dead, in such circumstance he decides not to side with people who take fun slandering others for reasons that aren’t connected to their crimes... or try to. But we’ll get to this part later.

(and of course there’s to keep in consideration Sugimoto is not overly fond of Koito either, so he’s likely not going to humour him).

There’s more though, as Sugimoto isn’t coming to this realization only due to his ‘deductive ability’ but more due to personal experience.

If you’re only an anime viewer you might not know it, but Sugimoto also suffered being attacked for something he had no part in. This part was completely censored in the anime, like all the scenes that end up involving Umeko, but Sugimoto’s whole family fell sick with tuberculosis. While Sugimoto was forced to watch his relative die one after the other the village he lived him shunned him and his family, with people considering to burn down their house with them in... and, although we don’t hear it, it’s possible they also insulted them.

The result is that Sugimoto takes very poorly when people badtalk about other people for reasons unrelated to them.

In case you missed it, the one Shiraishi does is another cruel joke.

‘Sono Ainu wa omae-san no kai inu ka?’

そのアイヌはお前さんの飼いイヌか？

Lit: “That Ainu is your pet dog?”

When he says “pet dog” this translates as ‘kai inu’’ (飼いイヌ) a word that sound similar to ‘Ainu’ and that therefore was used to insult Ainu.

Anyway Sugimoto can’t help but loathe that joke because he had been on the receiving help of something similar and can’t help but be reminded of it when Tsukishima explains him the whole thing.

He very likely wouldn’t have felt bad for Ogata at all if they had attacked him for something that Ogata did, but hearing them attack Ogata for something he had no control over had instead to ring a bell in him, reminding him of his own drama, hence the rejection of their actions, especially when Koito, whom Sugimoto sees as a spoiled brat, seems instead in favour of them.

Said all this, despite knowing what the men of the 7th was wrong, neither Tsukishima nor Sugimoto truly managed to avoid following their example, although in a more veiled way. I would say hypocritical much but the truth is that when you are angry at someone or even hate that person (for rightful or wrong reasons) in many cases YOU feel legittimate to be a jerk and do things you reproach in others.

Tsukishima, angry about how Ogata killed Maeyama, referenced to it calling him a ‘pet cat’ on his face...

...and later on referred to him as an ‘Ōyamaneko’.

Sugimoto too is not above making references to Ogata being a wildcat by saying Ogata claw things for the fun of it...

...and by using ‘nekoyoke’ (猫よけ), which yes, means “cat repellent”.

So as you can see neither Tsukishima nor Sugimoto are so morally above others they don’t slip into petting insulting despite knowing it’s wrong but, at least, both of them tried to be mature about it.

So that’s how I see it.

Sugimoto, despite hating Ogata, could see the joke was wrong because it rang a bell inside him, one he couldn’t ignore as it’s deeply tied to his personal tragedy so he refused to partake in the act.

However, as things between him and Ogata worsened, despite his attempts he slipped in the act, albeith not in an openly manner... because humans are often just like that, when they’re angry at someone it seems fair even attack them with slander instead than sticking to the right motivations. Which is sad... but human.

At least that’s how I see it. Of course I can be wrong in my interpretation.

Anyway, thank you for your ask!

#Golden Kamuy #Ogata Hyakunosuke #Sugimoto Saichi #Koito Otonoshin #Tsukishima Hajime #Ask

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter three: the first skeleton

“So let me get this straight,” Joey started. “If you and I are gonna be dates to Aurora's wedding, I have to meet your parents?”

“That's correct,” Sam replied with a nod of her head. “It just makes sense to me. My mom and dad need to know who my friends—and more than friends—are.”

“But we're not actually dating, though,” he pointed out.

“I know we aren't. But we are wedding dates.”

Joey shook his head and his black curls spread about over his slender shoulders. “Wait, huh?”

“Yes?”

“Huh. Wait.” He brought a finger to his dark lips.

“Wait?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

They froze right there in the front foyer.

“Wait a second, wait a second,” Joey said with a wave of his hand, “—back up, back up. Go over that again.”

“I did twice already, Joey,” she insisted. “You're my date to Aurora and Emile's wedding whenever it'll be, but you and I aren't actually in a full relationship, though. Make sense?”

“Yes, actually—sorry, I had a little sip of booze earlier.”

“Had a feeling you did,” she replied, nonchalant, “I'll make you sleep in the same room as me and Bel if that's what it comes down to.”

“Heh, sleepin' in the same room as two girls,” he laughed as he ran his fingers through his black curls.

“Yeah, you would like that wouldn't you?” Belinda called from the top of the stairs.

“Like it?” Joey retorted. “It'd be fun as hell.”

“Maybe some other time,” Sam vowed to him with a wink and he giggled at the notion. Aurora strode into the narrow space right behind them with a pair of champagne glasses in either hand, and something bubbling inside of them.

“Champagne, already?” Sam asked her with a gaping of her mouth.

“Sparkling cider,” Aurora corrected her and she handed the one in her right hand to her.

“Is there more?” Joey asked her.

“Oh, yeah, full bottle right in the next room.” And he ducked behind her to fetch the bottle; but then she turned to Sam.

“He's gonna be my date to your wedding,” she told her.

“Aw!” A soft blush crossed Aurora's face to where she resembled a geisha. “I'm getting married and my best friend has a date!”

Sam stopped in her tracks. She thought about what she had told to Joey and what he said to her, and yet that sentiment made her think otherwise about it.

“—yes?” she sputtered out as she could feel her face growing warm. “Yes! Yes, yes! He's officially my date!”

“Perhaps Emile and I can come to your wedding soon?”

“Maybe, if Joey finds his way around the rings section and finds one as beautiful as that purple one you have on.”

“We're the twin vixens, both of us,” said Aurora as she raised her glass to her.

“Heh, the twin vixens.” They clinked the rims of the glasses together and drank down the cider in unison. Joey said something in the next room, but Sam was fixed on her best friend before her.

“So what can I—I mean, Joey and I get you for the big day?”

“Not sure yet,” Aurora confessed. “I'll be making up a list soon enough and then I shall share it.”

“Another toast to us,” Sam told her, and they clinked their glasses together again. Aurora downed her cider altogether right there and then she raised a finger to her, such that her engagement ring flashed with that bright purple under the lights.

“Hang on—I have to ask Emile something.” And she bowed back into the same room as Joey and the cider bottle. Sam stood there in the middle of the floor with her free hand tucked into her pajama pocket. Her best friend was getting married: it seemed so surreal to her, especially after just a couple of years of knowing one another. The front door swung open and Marla stepped inside of the foyer: her pink and orange hair glimmered under the ceiling light so it almost resembled to metal.

“Hey, you,” Sam greeted her.

“Hey—did you hear about Aurora?” Marla's face lit up as she shut the door behind her.

“Did I hear? It's everywhere.” Sam took a sip of cider before she spoke again. “By the way, I feel like I haven't seen you in a million years. How are things with you?”

“You know, I just think of what Zelda and Belinda said to the boys after Cliff died,” she began in a low voice.

“The fact we should go places ourselves?” Sam recalled.

“Yeah.” Marla gazed on at her with a thoughtful look plastered across her face. “I just feel like there's more to life than commuting to and from school, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied with a nod of her head. “I do know.”

“And I feel like that since Kirk and Rebecca having gotten married, and now Aurora and Emile are engaged, it kind of makes me wonder what the two of us are doing to be honest.”

“You know, Joey and I are gonna be dates to Aurora and Emile's wedding.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. But it's platonic, though—we're not actually dating.”

“I can see it becoming that, though,” Marla pointed out, to which Sam shook her head at that.

“That was said about me and Frankie and he and I are still good friends with each other,” she flatly said.

“But you should see how he's been looking at you, though, Sam. Pfff, never mind Frankie, you should see how Charlie's been looking at you since you started getting heavy.”

“Haven't noticed,” she confessed.

“I actually had to slap Charlie to snap him out of it. I mean, it's nothing against you—I just wonder if there's far more beyond what we already know here.”

Sam nibbled on her bottom lip and she gazed on at the remainder of the cider in the glass. The bubbles floated from the bottom all the way to the surface, and she thought about Joey and that bubbling grin on his face. Maybe there was something far more to him than she had thought before. He wanted to stay away from the alcohol and yet things kept on happening that forced him back into it yet again: she thought back to the hockey rink and just how full of life he was around her, there on the ice.

Maybe that was it. Maybe she needed to break some more ice just to get into him and get him away from all that ailed him. It was so obvious to her!

Aurora already assumed it, but maybe she could play with it a bit more towards Marla.

“What would you say if he and I actually started dating?” she asked her.

“What would I say? I'd say job well done, little sister.”

“And what if we don't?”

“I'd still say job well done, little sister, but under one condition, though.”

“And what would that be?”

“You go out with Charlie for a week.”

“You're actually gonna let that happen?”

“Not necessarily let it.” Marla raised her eyebrows at her, and that was when Sam gasped.

“Oh, no!”

And Marla nodded her head.

“Yeah, as soon as we get home, I'm taking my things and Dream Genie with me back down to Hell's Kitchen. That is if the apartment is still vacant. It happened just five minutes ago—I came in to tell you about it plus Aurora getting engaged.”

“Wow,” Sam breathed out. “So Zelda broke up with Louie and now Marla's broken up from Charlie.” Marla shook her head and her iridescent hair shimmered with the pink and orange tones. “Drummers,” Sam added.

“Drummers, for sure. I guess Joey is one, too?”

“He sure is!”

“Well, if you guys do end up together in the end, make sure you hold onto him. Don't make the same mistake Zelda and I made and get caught up in your own bullshit.” She sighed through her nose.

“Well—we've got a whole weekend here on the West Coast,” Sam suggested. “I was planning on taking Joey over to Reno to meet my parents just 'cause, and also to tell my parents that my best friend is getting married.”

“Oh, I see, you want your mom and dad to know what they're getting themselves into with him,” Marla said.

“Exactly! They need to know who my friends and more than friends—” She flashed a wink when she said that. “—are.”

“I just have one question, though,” Marla started again.

“What's that?”

“How're you getting over there? Charlie has the keys.”

“So do you, though,” Sam pointed out.

“True. I don't really want to leave him here in the Bay Area, though.”

“Why not? They're all friends here.”

“How 'bout we do it on Sunday and then fly from Reno? Danny and Frankie drove here from Reno.”

“Nah. We would have to hustle back here—I kinda wanna get to know these guys better, too. The guys from Exodus and Death Angel... they all seem so nice.”

“It's all tightly woven here. They're all friends and neighbors just like back in New York—”

Big laughter across the way cut Marla off, and they both turned towards the door.

“What's going on?” she wondered aloud. Sam downed the rest of her cider and she lunged past Marla for the door. The sun had set over Marin Heights but Greg and Alex had lit up a couple of hurricane lanterns on the front porch of Testament's cabin. They were seated on a pair of stools, and both of them cradled old guitars in their laps: Sam looked closer to find Greg had found an old off white banjo.

“What're they doin',” she chuckled and she walked out of there first, and Marla followed. Alex had his head bowed over the dusty old guitar, which looked as though it was about to crumble apart if he plucked too hard with his fingertips. He raised his head right as Sam and Marla stood before them, and he nodded at them.

“Forgot my picks,” he told them with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Next Testament album is gonna have a banjo on it,” Sam told him and Greg.

“Oh, yeah, definitely!” Greg laughed at that as he plucked at the strings: it wasn't that familiar rustic sound but something along those lines.

“Li'l dueling strings before we turn in for the night,” Alex declared with another nod of his head, and his jet black hair dangled over his shoulders like a pair of dog ears.

“A banjo and a xylophone,” Greg continued.

“A banjo, xylophone, and a kazoo,” Alex added.

“A banjo, xylophone, kazoo, and Jew's harp!” Marla chimed in.

“I like how you looked right at me when you said that,” Alex said with a straight face.

“Well, yeah,” Sam teased him, and she could feel her face growing warm again.

“Bet these girls wanna play your Jew's harp, Alex,” Greg quipped as he crossed his legs and moved the banjo onto his knee; and Alex rolled his eyes at that.

“Oy vey, dare I say,” he groaned.

“Hey, that rhymed,” Marla pointed out with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, it did,” he said with a pensive look on his face, “and I'll tell you this, Greg—if they do that, they both gotta stand on my chest.” Sam and Marla laughed out loud at that, and the former wondered where this Alex had come from. It could have been from the guitar on his lap, but she had no idea. But then again, he bowed his head and let the hair fall over his shoulders once more. Greg plucked at the fine banjo strings as if they belonged on his bass guitar. Alex kept his gaze fixed on the dusty old strings, and Sam thought back to that first time she got to see him in action with them back at L'Amour. He was always in the zone to say in the least, and nothing else seemed to bother him when he played on those strings: just completely in a world of his own while he paid attention to the band around him.

He then lifted his head a bit: the pink and orange twilight left a glow on the villa around them, and that glow shone onto his round face so it seemed rounder and softer than before, like that of the moon. Still very much just a boy. Sam peered over her shoulder at the incoming clouds for the night, and she noticed the ones that appeared to be higher up, the ones shaped like big pillows. She wondered if they would have a bit of rain for the evening.

He looked over at Greg for a few seconds and he kept his hand over the guitar body all the while. Greg began something that resembled to a bass line on the banjo and he nodded back at Alex.

“Call that a duel?” Alex challenged him.

“We'll see about that,” Greg retorted as he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. Alex never moved as he plucked at the guitar strings harder and faster in comparison.

“What the hell, you playin' 'Over the Wall'?”

“Nah, 'Alone in the Dark'. Doesn't sound the same like in the studio and on my electric but it's—” He plucked hard, fast, and steady across the strings: to Sam, it was just a wall of continual acoustic guitar noise.

“'Alone in the Dark' on a banjo,” Greg chuckled as he strove to keep up. “Too deep and technical for this.”

“I can see it working, though,” Alex pointed out.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah—you'd have to step it down a bit, but it can work. I can see it.” Greg reached up to adjust the tightness of one of the strings, and then he brought his fingers back to the neck. He strove to keep up with Alex, but he wasn't as quick and it just sounded the same as before.

“Lower, dude, lower!” Alex exclaimed.

“It's gonna be out of tune, though, Alex,” Greg insisted.

“What's going on out here?” Zetro called from Sam and Marla's right. He had a white towel over the back of his neck and an unlit cigarette in one hand.

“Stuff,” Sam replied to him.

“All kinds of stuff,” Marla added.

“Dueling banjos, I see,” Zetro remarked.

“Banjo and a guitar,” Greg corrected him as he adjusted the tuning on the banjo again to bring it back.

“Zelda and I are going down to the beach,” Zetro said. “And then we're going back to my place.”

“You're not gonna stay here?” Sam asked him.

“Nah, it's gonna be the two of us plus Tom and Gary in that cabin—I want her to be comfy.”

“And I can see you not being comfy, too,” Marla said.

“Nah, I'm more concerned with her because we're all brothers up here,” Zetro explained. “Every last one of us. And even more so since Cliff passed. We gotta stay together, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah...” Sam turned her attention back to Alex, who was still very much in the zone of things with that dusty old guitar. Even in the dim light, she was mesmerized by his strong plucking on the strings. It made her think of Cliff and she wondered more about him.

“Friendship knows no distance,” Zetro continued. “Anything like that knows no distance whatsoever. It's tough, but if you feel it within you, and you feel it strong enough, it goes away and you're closer than ever.” He held the cigarette up to his mouth and reached into his pocket for a lighter, and that was when Alex stopped right in his tracks. The silence that ensued settled over them like a ton of bricks.

“Oh, yeah, the little man's not crazy about cigarette smoke,” Zetro recalled.

“That's an understatement,” Alex groaned as he leaned back a bit.

“C'mon—live a little! We're supposed to get thunderstorms tonight and you fellas are goin' nuts on those things!”

Marla turned to Sam right then.

“So when do you and Joey plan on going to your parents' house?” she asked her in a low voice.

“Whenever,” Sam replied with a shake of her head. “We can leave first thing if you'd like.”

“Deal.” Marla nodded her head.

“—like a couple'a smart cowboys,” Zetro was saying.

“That's bluesmen to you,” Alex scoffed.

“What're you gonna do, though?” Sam asked Marla.

“I'll think of something,” she assured her, “—I can probably just come along to meet your parents, too, if you'd like. You know, the same logic and whatnot.”

“True, true.” Sam nodded.

“—out on the bayou with a spit bucket, too,” Zetro chided.

“God, no!” Alex groaned.

“Maybe the three of us can have dinner with my parents tomorrow night,” Sam suggested, still with her voice down low, “my mom makes the best homemade pizza and my dad'll know how to treat you, too. Like their mindset is always one of 'friends of Sam are friends of ours.'”

“Aw, I like that—I wish my parents were like that.”

“—eggs,” Greg blurted out.

“Eggs?” Marla asked him.

“Eggs.”

“Huevos rancheros, li'l Marla,” Zetro was saying as he brought the flame up to his cigarette, much to Alex's chagrin.

“So I'll bring the car around at seven?” Marla asked Sam.

“Seven? No.”

“Mmm, how 'bout eight?”

“It's almost four hours, though... seven thirty?”

“Yeah, meet ya in the middle. Let's do it.”

“Okay, I'll call my parents and then I'll tell Joey.” Sam flashed Marla another wink; Alex and Greg doubled back into their cabin and the two girls headed back to their own so they could let Zetro smoke out there. Joey was still nowhere to be seen and thus, Sam headed back up to her room for the phone, where Belinda awaited her with the copy of Siddhartha plunked out before her on the bottom bunk.

“Ah, I see you found the book Cliff introduced me to,” she noted.

“Yeah, I just saw it and I got curious,” Belinda confessed as she gave her blonde hair a slight toss back. “I've decided I'm gonna read more this year.”

“Read and make art? Sounds like a good life. By the way, Marla, Joey, and I are going up to Reno bright and early tomorrow.”

“Ooh, what's in Reno?”

“My parents.”

“Aw! Give 'em my love. You know, 'cause of Cliff and everything.”

“Of course, of course.”

Within time, she had called her parents and told them what was happening. At first, she believed it to be too quickly and too out of the blue, but Ruben was overjoyed to hear her voice. Soon, the two of them turned in for the night and Sam thought about her parents as she fell asleep. Indeed, the mysterious man showed up in her dream once more. He had Greg's banjo leaned up against his hip and he had one hand upon the post next to him.

“You have to be Alex,” she declared in a voice that felt so light she may as well have breathed it. “You have to be!”

“What have I said?” he asked her, and she fell silent, and she glanced around.

“What should I do?” she begged him. “What do you think I should do?”

“Bring it all home—you need to bring it all home.” And he reached over for a knock on the post next to him.

“What do you mean?”

“Bring it all home,” he repeated with another knock. “Bring it all home.”

She awoke right then, and that time to the sound of a knock on the door panel.

“Sam? You awake?” Marla!

She rubbed her eyes and inched towards the ladder down by her feet. Another few knocks.

“Sam? I told Joey right before we went to bed last night.”

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” she called out, “thank you, too.” Meanwhile, Belinda was still sound asleep in the bottom bunk. Sam hastily got dressed and then she and a still partially asleep Joey followed Marla back outside to the crisp, gray morning. Rain was upon them.

The three of them climbed into Charlie's rental car and drove out of the Bay Area and towards Sacramento. All the low grasslands made Sam think of upstate New York. It all felt like home to her, especially once they wound their way through the heart of the capitol city and came out the other side towards those mountains. It all felt like home and yet it all felt so quick. At least New York had vast stretches of forest before they even so much as saw the mountains.

“Wow,” Joey breathed out as they reached Donner Pass, which had a fresh blanket of snow once they reached the top.

“Yeah, I'll say,” Marla added, “thank you for being from this side of the country, Sam.”

“I still remember it well,” Sam declared. Within time, they wound through the mountains and they reached the northern side of Reno. She guided Marla to that neighborhood and it was right there, the butterflies emerged in her stomach. Besides Cliff and Frank, she never talked about her friends with her parents before, and she had good luck with the two of them. It was a total shot in the dark there with Joey because he was so different in comparison to the two of them. And there was Marla as well, with her dyed hair and having come fresh out of what appeared to be a picture perfect relationship with Charlie.

They turned the corner and Marla parked at the curb. Sam ran her fingers through her dark hair and she climbed out to the snow first. She led Joey and Marla up to the front step, and she knocked on the door panel first.

Silence, and then it swung open.

“There's my little girl!” Esmé greeted her with a big smile and open arms.

“Hi, Mom—”

“Oh, my god—I was just thinking about you and wondering when you'd show up.” Sam then turned to the side.

“This is my friend Marla,” she introduced her, “Marla from the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood of New York.”

“Fellow artist,” Marla filled in with an outstretched hand.

“Love a good artist,” Esmé said as she took her hand. “I love your hair, too.”

“Thank you! It's a regular thing with me to change up my hair.”

“What's going on?” Ruben called from behind her.

“Sam and her friend are here, hon.”

“Oh!” Ruben was eager to embrace Sam and shake Marla's hand, but Joey lingered back from them with his hands in his jacket pockets as if he didn't belong there.

“And this is Joey,” Sam introduced him, to which Ruben hesitated and Esmé's grin froze right in place. Joey bowed his head and hunched his shoulders a bit; Esmé had a bit of a twinkle in her eye at the sight of him.

“Oh, my,” she remarked, and a slight blush crossed her face.

“Joey from near the Syracuse area,” he filled in with that distinct accent.

“Love Syracuse,” Ruben said with a nod of the head.

“Well, come on in, kids,” Esmé encouraged them and a warm sheen covered her cheekbones and her forehead upon saying that. “Come on in and make yourselves at home.”

Once Joey had shut the door behind him and the three of them took off their boots, Esmé tapped on Sam's shoulder.

“Can I—have a word with you for a second?” she whispered to her, and Sam followed her into the kitchen so they were out of earshot.

“What's going on?”

“That—boy,” she said, and Sam could see the twinkle in her eye. “What do you know about him?”

“He's a—singer and a drummer, and a hockey player.”

“Oh, my.”

“Mom—what's going on?” Sam asked her, hesitant.

“He—He reminds me of a boy I used to know when I was your age,” Esmé began in a low voice, to which Sam shrugged.

“And?”

“He was a boy I was friends with when your father and I were dating, and—we actually hung out one night.”

“Honey?” Ruben called from the front of the house.

“Yes?” Esmé replied back with a tilt of her head. He said something, and then she raised a finger to Sam, who stood there baffled.

“Mom, what're you trying to tell me?” she demanded in a soft voice.

“I love your father very much, but there was another man, though,” she quipped in a low whisper. “Another man just like him and—I guess the feelings never went away, either. I'll tell you later.”

Esmé ducked around her and Sam bowed her head, and buried her face in her hands.

“Ugh, again?” she groaned in a muffled voice.

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autisticsidesau · 4 years

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Can we get some more on Deceit?

TW: ableism, snakes, spiders

So Dee says “sure” when Remy asks if he should apologize now

But neither of them actually do anything, they just sit there in awkward silence

Dee starts to laugh as Ari starts to stick her tongue out near Dee’s face

Remy starts laughing when he sees this

After their fit of giggles fades out Dee looks at Remy

“Would you like to hold her?”

Remy: “uhh what?”

Dee: “would you like to hold-”

Remy: “Oh yeah sure-”

Dee passes Ari over to Remy while Ari tries to slither back to Dee and Dee sarcastically scolds her

And Holy Shit, holding Ari is the Best Thing Ever

They chat about Dee’s collection of Philosophy books and eventually before Dinner Remy has to go home

So Remy notices the time and says that he should probably get going, but mentions he should apologize to Virgil first

Dee nods and they go in search for them

Dee goes to a room next to his- where there’s a sign that says ‘Virgil’ and knocks on the door.

Virgil opens the door and drops the chewable out of their mouth to ask, “Have I told you about Colleen Atwood before?”

Dee: “Yes. What about her?”

Virgil: “She was nominated for twelve academy awards for best costume design. She’s won four.”

(And this is all information that Dee already knows because Virgil has definitely given these stats before but it’s not like Dee’s about to interrupt his brother when they’re very obviously fixating on something)

Dee: “That’s really cool. Which ones did she win?”

Virgil: “Chicago. Memoirs of Geisha. Alice in Wonderland- the 2010 version. And Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.”

Dee: “Do we have that movie?”

Virgil: “Which one?”

Dee: “Fantastic Beasts.”

Virgil: “Yeah.”

Dee: “We’ll have to watch it sometime.”

And during this short conversation Remy’s just been awkwardly hanging off to the side not knowing what to say or if he should talk.

This is of course when Virgil turns his attention to Remy.

“He here to apologize?” Virgil asks Dee.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Remy speaks up.

Virgil: “Oh?”

Remy: “uh yeah ok so look, um I’m sorry for treating you kind of like a little kid, I didn’t realize that I was being ableist and I shouldn’t have talked down to you like that it was a shitty thing to do so yeah I’m sorry and I’m gonna try to learn how to not be ableist in the future.”

Virgil: “…Uh huh.”

Remy: “So yeah. I’m sorry for earlier.”

Virgil: “Okay.”

Cue awkward silence

Virgil: “I’m not really going to forgive you, but I’ll give you a chance. Would you like to see my tarantula?”

Remy looks to Dee in a some sort of ‘what do i do?’’

Virgil: “I’m talking to you. Not Dee. Do you want to see my tarantula?”

Remy: “… Sure?”

Virgil nods and goes over to a cage in their room to carefully take out his spider.

They brings it over to where Dee and Remy are and just,,, drops in Remy’s hands

Virgil: “Her name’s Petey.”

And Remy’s like two seconds from freaking the fuck out bc Giant Spider and he is Not a fan but feels like he kinda has to be bc he’s,,, trying to not be an asshole to Virgil

(smh remy there’s a difference between being an asshole and having boundaries)

Virgil: “Petey is a rose haired tarantula and another name for them is the Chilean Flame Tarantula which sounds super badass (dee don’t you dare tell our moms i swore /s)”

Remy in a very high-pitched voice trying not to Flip The Fuck Out: “Yup. Cool.”

Virgil: “… Are you okay?”

Remy: “… I don’t… really like spiders?”

Virgil: “Then why did you say you want to see her????”

Remy: “I was being polite???”

Virgil takes the spider away

Remy’s attention is then brought to a text from his mom saying she’s here to pick him up so remy says goodbye to virgil quickly dee walks remy to the door and they say goodbye there and make a promise to hang again soon

Dee: “Promise you won’t tell any of our friends I’m autistic?”

Remy: “Yeah dude of course I really respect you and that would be a huge breach of trust especially of one of my closest friends.”

Dee: “Yeah thanks I’m just not really comfortable with them knowing and also like- wait did you say closest friend?”

Remy: “yeah dude.”

Dee: “Oh. Okay Thank you…. I’m not sure how to respond to this?”

Remy: “Bro hug?”

Dee: “Uh not right now sorry im not super up for touch at the moment. Handshake instead?”

Remy: “sure dude”

*cue some sort of dorky half assed hand shake cuz neither know what they’re doing so they just end up fist bumping and then laughing a bunch*

Dee waves to remy as remy walks off and hops in his mom’s car and drives away.

#autistic sides au #autistic sides ask #anon ask #dee torres #virgil torres #remy zolotov

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princess-of-the-corner · 4 years

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Idc that it’s almost 3am, it’s time for the Thieves in Time rewrite: Episode 1; Turning Japanese

Prologue over here: X

So, Carmelita is with them from the beginning this time. And while she's still mad at Sly for trying to leave her out of the loop, she will work with them to settle this whole thing and then yell at him later.

She's actually the one who recognizes El Jefe during recon, having studied his case file. She begins to put pieces together early. El Jefe couldn't do this on his own, as Time Travel tech isn't in his wheelhouse. However, there have been a handful of top-priority criminals that disappeared recently, like El Jefe. Perhaps they're all connected.

Breaking Rioichi out of his prison goes the same. But after getting him back, he leads them to another safe house to check up on some things.

Here we run into two of the OCs I made to flesh out the story. A male wolf named Kaito(approx. Rioichi's age), and a four year old raccoon/wolf/fox Hybrid girl named Akira.

Obviously Akira is Rioichi's daughter. But when it comes to introducing Kaito, Rioichi gets a little shifty and says he's "a friend".

Yes I'm making Rioichi gay fuck you. If y'all thought I was making anyone straight then recheck my blog title.

Anyway, the Gang low-key calls him out on that whole mess while assuring him that it's more chill in their Time. Again, if y’all thought I was making anyone straight, then recheck my blog title.

There is some exposition of how "legally", Rioichi is "married" to Kaito's sister, Minako. Minako is also Akira's bio mom. She and her coworkers are the only ones who know about the situation, while the rest of the town is none the wiser.

Speaking of Minako and her coworkers…

When planning out how to deal with El Jefe, the idea of "distract him with Geisha" comes up. At which point Rioichi and Kaito clarify that yeah… those aren't Geisha. It is not a Geisha house. Have you seen the art on those banners? Those ain’t Geisha. They’re strippers/possibly prostitutes.

Carmelita's response is "I was already going to shoot down that idea when you suggested it but there is no way I'm doing that!".

Bently's response is "Actually we were going to use Murray as the Madame is on vacation and he fits her physique better. Not to mention El Jefe might recognize you as an Interpol cop. But we might have to rethink the plan."

Rioichi assures them that the girls that are already there will be more than willing to help their plan. Guess where Minako works?

They still have to break into the building to talk to Minako and tell her about the plan. And since Murray helps with it, they still end up with him in disguise to get out of there. Rioichi is just watching in confusion over how well it works.

The rest of the plan of reopening the sushi shop, drugging the guards while they're distracted, etc. Goes the same. Though the fight with El Jefe also includes Carmelita's shock pistol.

It's enough to take him down, but the gas masked rats still get away with Rioichi's cane.

Carmelita rounds up El Jefe and anyone else brought from the future with him to be taken back to the future and tossed in jail. She'll figure out how to explain the Time Travel stuff later. For now they're booked under the stuff they're already wanted for.

#Sly Cooper #Thieves in Time Rewrite #This Raccoon is GAY as FUCK and there's nothing you can do about it.

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Mary McCartney Gets By with a Little Help From Her Dad

The Globe and Mail-- May, 3 2013

Mary McCartney’s life in photographs started when she was just an infant. That baby on the cover of Paul McCartney’s first eponymous solo record, released in 1970, is her, peeking out at the camera from inside the sheepskin coat of her famous father and Beatles co-founder. The photographer was her mother, Linda Eastman McCartney, who early on nurtured Mary, the first-born child of her union with the former Beatle, to share her love and passion for photography. Today an established artist in her own right, Mary McCartney has shot intimate portraits of some of the celebrities who have long orbited around the family of a Beatle: Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders, Elvis Costello, Debbie Harry, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band artist Peter Blake, Marianne Faithfull and Vanessa Redrave to name a few. These portraits and others of contemporary celebrities such as Madonna, Kate Moss and Gwyneth Paltrow comprise the bulk of her 2010 book, Mary McCartney: From Where I Stand, now the focus of an exhibition opening at Izzy Gallery in Toronto next week. The range of black-and-white and colour images include behind-the-scenes portraits of dancers from the Royal Ballet and of her fashion designer sister Stella McCartney’s fashion shows. Mary McCartney discloses the point of view of an insider, allowing her viewers open access to the rarefied world of fame. But as she tells The Globe and Mail in a conversation touching on growing up on the road touring with her parents’ rock band Wings and her life as a mother of four sons, making that access look easy is all part of the art.

Let’s start by talking about creativity. Tell us about your process.

I think my process is thinking about the end images so I start with an atmosphere of a photograph that I want to get, then work back from there to attain that. I have an image in mind. For instance, when I did the ballet project, Off Pointe, with the Royal Ballet, an image came into my mind of a ballet dancer tending to her feet in her bathroom at the end of a really long evening of performance. And from there I worked back, and contacted the Royal Ballet and met the dancers. But it all came from an initial mental image.

You and I share a fascination with the backstage world of the ballet dancer. Why have you chosen to portray ballet dancers far from the footlights?

That’s a good question. I chose the ballet because I think it’s a private, very personal, almost all-consuming world. It’s quite intense. I’m not so physical. I’m more visual, and I would never be able to have the endurance and lifestyle that a ballet dancer has, so I think it’s so far from the stamina that I think I have myself. So, I find it fascinating that they can perform the way they can do, first of all. Then I met a ballet dancer years ago once. We were at a party in Soho and we were drinking together, and she was smoking, and a friend of mine was like, ‘You don’t smoke; you’re a ballet dancer,’ and from that, it kind of intrigued me more, and then meeting the dancers. They socialize together; they have relationships together and there’s like a whole other world of intensity and from that I was really quite intrigued about what goes on behind the scenes. And so I met some of the dancers, and they kind of let me into that world. So I think partly because I found it so intriguing because it was a whole lifestyle I didn’t know about, and secondly, it was to do with sort of gaining that trust, to be allowed into that world to shadow the dancers, and from there I really wanted to do it away from the stage and the rehearsal rooms as much as possible, mainly because that part has been already been captured really well, and I was more interested in their lives and relationships and what goes on away from the rehearsal room.

You have one of the dancers poised over a pool table.

Yes. That was fun. That was when they had done a performance and we all went out to dinner and a party and from there we went back to someone’s apartment and they ended up playing pool. But I just love the fact that you can tell she’s a ballet dancer by the way she’s draping herself across the table. It’s very much about their lifestyle. There’s another one where I stayed over with them at one of their homes, and in the morning one of the ballet dancers, her name is Sian [Murphy], wanted to make a cup of tea, and she’s standing with her feet in a ballet dancer’s position, but, you know, she’s just got her underwear on, and a towel wrapped around her head because she’s just washed her hair, and you can just tell she’s a ballet dancer even when she’s making a cup of tea.

I understand you are continuing to work with dancers for a new project. Can you tell us about that?

I’ve been working on my new book project, called Devoted, and it is carrying on from the dancers in that they have such devotion to their lifestyle and the commitment, the time commitment, everything that they put into their career. It kind of takes over their lives. And then you have the sacrifice, a certain amount, to live that life because it is a real passion. So I’m continuing with the dancers, and I am taking other subjects. I photographed a geisha, which also has that ritual and that dedication to learning the process. I am doing various other subjects based around that devotion and that commitment.

This behind-the-scenes point of view permeates all your work, even of celebrities. Why do prefer this approach?

I am quite intrigued by what goes on before the performance. I’ve always been curious. Like, if I watch a play or a dance recital or anything really, even if it’s a kids’ puppet show, I get really distracted thinking: Who is this person performing on the stage? How did they get there? What was their life like? How did they end up performing in this way? Even to the point of, What’s their dressing room like? And what’s their ritual before they come up on the stage? What do they eat? What time do they sleep until they don’t feel too tired? So you know, I get really distracted asking myself lots of questions. I really am quite fascinated by these people and their lives, these people’s personal stories, and I suppose it’s that privacy and that intimacy before the public display. So trying to get myself into these situations where I can kind of observe them in their more personal moments has always intrigued me.

But even when you are photographing people on the stage, like Bjork for instance, the approach appears shy and private. Why?

Hmmm. I think it sort of interests me more. It’s sort of looking at something from a different angle that isn’t the one that everyone sees. It’s the kind of thing, when I look at a photograph like that it makes me ask questions or want to know more about the story. Whereas if it’s more of a typical shot taken for the more normal kind of view point then maybe I’ll look over it a bit more quickly whereas I want to get something more arresting, to make people stop and make them look at it and wonder what the story is behind it, to make up their own story around it. I like images that make you question, make you wonder a little bit.

You got your first big start photographing the Blairs while Tony Blair was still in office as the British prime minister. Can you tell us about that experience?

Um, it was quite an interesting one. I started working as a photographer working in my mother’s photography archives, and helping her edit images, and through that Cherie Blair, we had donated one of mom’s photographs for a charity project they [the Blairs] were doing, and so we met though that, and then I just got a phone call one day from Fiona Miller, her adviser, saying can we meet somewhere to discus something privately, which was very intriguing. So, when we met she said, ‘Well you know, Cherie and Tony Blair would like you to take the first pictures of their baby because they are aware there will be a lot of public interest and they would like to have someone that they trust come and take the pictures in a relaxed environment and then release the pictures that way rather than have paparazzi stalking them that sort of thing.’ So they invited me in and it was very intriguing because it worked very much in my style in that I love to gain that trust of my subjects and go into quite personal situations and get portraits and photographs that way. [Those photographs] have an intensity about them. He was only about 36 hours old when I took those pictures, so there’s a tension in the air of a newborn, and just being in Downing Street, with all the press outside. It kind of had an excitement to it.

How else has your late mother, Linda McCartney, influenced you as a photographer?

I think that in her photographic style she would take pictures that looked really easy to take and really simple. She didn’t do a lot of big lights and fancy stuff around it. But she would get very intimate, relaxed photographs. She could get her subjects to really, really relax in front of her, and she used a lot of available light situations. So in a way the pictures look quite casual but they are capturing very important moments, so I think that has really influenced me, because that is something that I like to do.

We can’t leave Paul McCartney out of the equation. How has he influenced you as an artist?

He has influenced me in that he, as a child I remember he and my mom would sit together and he would edit my mom if mom was doing a book, and they would sit around with prints and he would help edit pictures of her and so he has a really good eye, and a really good opinion on things. So when I’ve done exhibitions and books, I get my edit together but then I meet up with him, you know for breakfast, and go through working prints and ask him his opinion. I think he’s got a good eye, and he’s always been interested in photography. And he’s had a lot of amazing photographers over the years take his picture, so I think he has a really good opinion. I ask his judgment still on his favourite shots, if I’ve got a shoot going on.

You grew up on the road while your parents had the rock band, Wings. Have you ever thought to rebel against all that anti-conformity that has surrounded you all your life as the daughter of a major rock star and icon?

No, I’ve never felt the need to rebel. I think that, there was a lot of time on the road growing up, and a lot of travelling, but I had my siblings with me so it felt quite normal. There was a lot of activity around, and mom and dad would, if we were somewhere for a while, rent a house rather than putting us in a hotel so it would have a kitchen and cooking and home living around it, still. Other than that, they were quite interesting, rounding experiences and also by the time I got to 8, 9, 10, they settled down, and stopped touring for a while. So it sort of was more those younger years where you’re still quite flexible. So when I got a bit older we did settle and I was at a school kind of normally and not moving around all the time. But I think, no, I haven’t rebelled against it. It’s made me enjoy travelling and seeing new things and I think maybe I’m quite adaptable to different situations because of it.

You dedicate your 2010 book to your family. How has your sister, Stella McCartney, influenced you?

She and I have worked on a few projects together. I worked on a campaign for her photography. But you know we are close and we hang out quite a lot so we bounce ideas off each other.

How about brother James?

He’s been quite a good subject. I’ve taken a lot of photographs of him over the years. I like taking pictures. I do commercial projects and I do more personal things during holiday times and so he’s quite fun, and quite quirky and I’ve done a nice range of pictures of him. He’s a great subject. He’s got a great sense of humour, and in the past he’s sort of performed well for me before the camera, so I’ve got a lot of nice photographs of him over the years but quite quirky, which I like, they make me smile.

Digital or darkroom?

A combination of the two. I do a lot of digital commercial work but my books and exhibitions and limited editions are generally on film. It depends. Depending on what the shoot is I kind of build the kit around that, so if I’m shooting and it’s just me and the camera on my own exploring then I generally use film, and if it’s more a shoot where I need a team, then I will shoot with digital because you can e-mail the edits and it’s much more practical, but my heart is still with film. That’s how I learned. A lot of the photographs that have inspired me are beautiful black and white, grainy prints, so I like that texture.

Do you like developing the pictures, then?

It’s more the film quality and the look of it and the actual shooting with film that I like. I’m not so into printing and that side of it. But with film comes uncertainty. Yes and you wait for the contact sheets and see what you’ve got. I like that. It’s a bit more magical to me. But you know digital, when you’ve got it set up properly, it’s pretty hard to tell the difference.

Your coming visit to Toronto: Is it your first time here?

I think it will be my first proper visit to Toronto. I’ve been before when dad played there. But I just came in for the evening and went to the show and then left so it’s my first time, yeah, it’s my second time.

What’s been your experience working with the Izzy Gallery?

They’ve been very encouraging. They’ve got a good eye and they’ve worked with my images, suggesting images that they like, so we’ve kind of worked together on the edit for this exhibition, and, um, they’ve been pretty easy and nice to work with.

How do you choose the galleries you work with?

I often work in the sense that I have a request. I was approached by the Izzy Gallery and then from there I do a bit of research on the gallery and then it works that way. They approached me and I knew some of the photographers who had worked with them before [Albert Watson and Ellen von Unwerth] and so I made the decision from there. I generally work with more specialist photographic galleries that specialize in limited editions. This interview has been edited and condensed.

#Mary McCartney #Linda McCartney #Paul McCartney #Stella McCartney #James McCartney #interview #photography #family #cherie blair #leo blair #tony blair #royal ballet #sian murphy

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Hi Miss Myloko, love the work you do here! I was just wondering how you manage to know all this stuff, do you have friends in the Karuyaki? What sparked your interest in Geiko culture? Also I know you must be very busy but I really miss your book reviews! Will you be doing more soon (though it's probably better you don't as I can then save some money and not have to buy new books!).

This is a multi-parter, so I’ll answer it as best as I can, but I will do it in chronological order to spice things up ^^v A loooooooong time ago when I was growing up my parents had a fascination with all things Japanese. Our house was full of everything you can imagine (side note: the majority of it still exists today, it’s just not as prominent). The two most common items in our house are ningyo dolls and bunka pictures. I’m certain that everyone has seen porcelain Japanese dolls before, but bunka is an art form that’s not as prominent when it comes to wears accessible to the average person (ie: anyone can buy a cheap doll from China, but a bunka picture is a whole other issue). Bunka is basically painting with embroidery, and to say that it’s time consuming and requires an amazing amount of fine motor control is an under statement. My grandmother was a champion bunka artist (she won the national title a few times) and she taught my mom, so works by both my grandmother and my mother were/are displayed around the house. Besides those there’s this massive display cabinet filled with dolls, ranging from kabuki staples like the red and white lions to figures of geisha. Many of the figures are signed and come with certificates and such, so I don’t get to touch them at all (lol). However, they were beautiful and unlike anything I’ve ever been able to find in the West. I really wanted to be able to learn more about what stood out the most in both of these hobbies, the kimono, and so I did. I remember buying my first kimono when I was 18 as I had my first full time job, and the collecting craze kinda snowballed from there (which is a serious understatement). That’s around the time that I began learning about the different types of kimono and specifically became fascinated with the types that geisha wore (hikizuri/susohiki). In doing research I slowly got to know people who photographed geimaiko both as street photographers and professionals and learned first hand from them. I’ve made lasting friendships that I cherish to this day because of that, and looking back now means that I’ve spent just about 14 years doing so. It seems so daunting when you’re trying to learn about something as secretive as the karyukai, which clearly has an untold amount of gate keepers to said knowledge, but in the end the only things that you really need in order to do so are manners and patience. Yes, you need to learn all about a massive list of unwritten rules and then know the specific ways in which to communicate said rules, but if you genuinely care about this world then you’ll succeed in getting to know some wonderful people if you just have patience and show that your ambitions are true. As for the book reviews, keep an eye out here soon ^^

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The Galactic Self/Guardian Pt. 1

So we have...

Higher self - Like a computer storing all information about your past, present and future lives. Can be consulted or called upon. It's your spirit self that "translates" what your higher self wants you to know.

Spirit self - This is the core of who you are. This is the you that operates the Higher self. Think of the Sims game. This is you playing this game of life on the higher consciousness computer system.

Parallel self - This is you expressed as another from a life time. For example you can call upon yourself from a previous life to understand your "karma" and such that requires your attention.

Galactic Self

From my understanding, this is you that is a starseed acting as a guardian. Can be precieved as one of your spirit guides and of earth's guides. Earth's guides are incarnated sometimes to be aliens or Starseeds "in plain sight". The point in this is to assist in lifting earth's vibration. These guardians can decide not to incarnate but I've never met one who never has. Like your other selves they exist even while you are incarnated. Again... acting as a spirit guide to you AND to the human collective in some way. I have my blog and I'm teaching what I am now about twin flames and shit. There are some who do volunteer work or devote much of thier time working in what I would call "field of study".

Guardians

As stated above this is your galactic self acting as guardian. Like aliens in plain sight incarnated on earth to act the part of thier "field of study". Are ALL galactic selves Guardians? Yes. In some way or another. Let's talk about The Realms which is where just SOME guardians come from. The realms incude: Love, peace, war and abundance. Some, NOT ALL starseeds are guardians who are from The Realms. They have thier own place or home. All I know about for now are the starseeds aka galactic guardians who happen to come from The Realms as mentioned above. No one can suddenly become a starseed in this way or any other way. You are either a starseed or not. Then there are Elementals which are LIKE starseeds but not exactly. That is a whole other bag '0 nuts I'm not touching for a while much like I did over the months with this topic. So here we go...

Another example...

My "field of study" relates to (from the Love Realm) motherhood, beauty, sex, fertility and children. I've always felt called upon doing work with children and helping less fortunate single mothers because of my experiences as a child and having an absent and single mother with mental illness. In other lives it was more focused on that including especially as Augusta. However in this life... I've had/have more drive to deal with being more feminine which is a fight on my tomboyness and the... Umm... Ahem 😥... Many love interests. I sound like a whore but there is a deeper reason for that of which ties in to lives as a geisha, child sex trafficked, prostitute, ect. etc. You get the idea... 💡😌 I feel very nasty now. *shutters*

So all things are experienced and are because there is a lesson in each piece of what your field of study is. Like I said a part can play bigger part than the other as I explained above.

😘 💞 💕 ❤️ I frikken love yall!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit. channelingerik.com … And YouTube

There is a new Twin Flame in spirit support forum: Spirit Spouse Support Group check it out!

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1--50 because I always like learning more bout you guys :PPPPP for xxx, maybe your favorite fic? Or Distance of the Falling Sun :D

Thanks for making me answer all the asks, I really enjoyed doing this, a jog down the memory lane is always beautiful. Also, this gives me a chance to make up for misunderstanding RuRu’s prior request (so sorry, babe).

1) How old were you when youfirst started writing fanfiction?

I started writing headcanonsin my native language when I was 12; I posted my first fic when I was 15.

2) What fandoms do you writefor and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

I’ve written for FinalFantasy VIII (Seinoa, Seifistis), Slam Dunk (SenRu), Lovely Complex (OtaRisa),Kimi no Todoke (Kazehaya/Kuronama) and Wallflower (SunaKyo). I’m currentlywriting for the love of AoKise (Kuroko no Basuke).

3) Do you prefer writing OC’sor reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I prefer OCs. I find readerinserts kinda weird.

4) What is your favouritegenre to write for?

Romantic comedies.

5) If you had to choose afavourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be andwhy?

Love is a Scheme (forWallflower fandom) is my fave multi-chapter that I’ve written. One is becauseI’ve managed to finish writing it and two, it has all my favorite elements:denial of feelings, enemies to lovers, love confessions, meddling friends. Ihad so much fun writing that story and readers have loved it, too.

6) If you had to delete oneof your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Perhaps that lame attempt ata songfic I wrote for Final Fantasy VIII fandom, ugh. No particular plot andinfused with bad grammar. But no matter how much I cringed at my earlierstories, I can’t bring myself to delete them because I still come back to thesefics sometimes if just to see how much I’ve grown as a writer over the years.

7) When is your preferredtime to write?

Daytime.

8) Where do you take yourinspiration from?

Poetry, quotes, metaphors,old songs. Also, from personal experience, sometimes.

9) Inyour [Distance of the Falling Sun] fic, what’s your favourite scene that youwrote?

Two.

The two of them are idiots in love, this, Kise is sure. He lifts hishead and meets Aomine’s face with a smile. Happiness sweeps across Aomine’sfeatures too, as he thumbs softly on the skin under Kise’s eyes, wiping awayhis tears.

“If only you told me sooner,” Aomine tells him with a smirk, theirfaces only inches away from each other.

“Excuse me, but you should’ve said something too.” Kise shoots back.

“Are we bickering again?”

“We’re not.”

(My fave scene because itfeels authentic AoKise, dorkos snapping at each other right after confession>.

10) Inyour [DotFS] fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have analternative ending in mind?

There’s supposed to be a“Zero”, because the prompt is actually, “write a story with a countdown from 10to 0″. I tried to push for it but my sentences refuse to work out so I ended itat one.

11) Have you ever amended astory due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

I haven’t.

12) Who is your favouritecharacter to write for? Why?

Currently, it’s Aomine.Ironically, I don’t like him at first but now, I’m totally captivated by thischild, my heart is his. I think he has the best character development in KnB,with that gripping heart-wrenching backstory. I find it easy to write his tendencies and basicways. He’s flawless but at the same time, flawed in so many ways. If I peeloff his layers, I always find wonderful gems. I like going through the heads of flawed characters.

13) Who is your leastfavourite character to write for? Why?

Um, none.

14) Howdid you come up with the title for the [Distance of the Falling Sun]? - You canask about multiple stories.

I wanted to play with metaphors,heh. ‘Distance’ because Kise is chasing after Aomine, always yearning forAomine’s affections and he thinks Aomine is beyond his reach. ‘Falling Sun’because this is really about Kise, ‘burning’ with unrequited feelings.

15) If you write OC’s, how doyou decide on their names?

I take the names of myfavorite characters from other fandoms. For example, in my fic, Where YouBelong, Kise’s father is named ‘Takenaga’, he’s actually from the anime,Wallflower. Aomine’s mom will be named ‘Sayuri’, from Memoirs of a Geisha. Ialso employ the help of Google, to see if the meanings behind the names Ichoose will actually fit my OC.

16) Howdid you come up with the idea for [DotFS]?

I chanced on the prompt onTumblr and immediately, the angst muse overwhelmed me. Also, this doujin. Ijumped on the ‘unrequited love’ theme because it’s something that I personallyexperienced. With this fic, it’s structure first before the plot instead ofvice-versa and that came as a big challenge, I never thought I’d write it down.I only have the shaky idea for ten, three and one but how to fill in the rest,I don’t even know. Months after, the muse have shown mercy.

17) Post a line from a WIPthat you’re working on.

Waiting–he’s done enough of it to endure through its pain, a furnacerefining his patience like silver into flame.

(From ‘Worth the Wait’, anattempt at RinHaru, Idek.)

18) Do you have any abandonedWIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I’ve two. One is an AoKise. Ijust felt like there’s something lacking with the plot and I tried to think ofways to patch things up but sadly, nothing ever seemed to work. It upsets metoo, that I suddenly lost the interest to finish it because I’ve already hit6,000+ words.

19) Are there any storiesthat you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I want to do a sequel for IHear You through these Walls, the Kise side of the story, what he thinks of hiscute neighbor next door and what really happened between him and Haizaki.

Worst Birthday Ever – theAomine and friends part as they plan for Kise’s birthday. While WBE has lightangst, The Making of the Best Birthday Ever will be full of bickering idiots.And a little Aominecchi guiltrip (because of the phone call) will be explored in the sequel.

Rest is for the Weak – Aominecaught the flu because of the kiss. He puts the blame on Kise and demands for Kise to care for him, too. It’smostly Aho having the time of his life, supremely enjoying Kise’sattention.

20) Are there any storiesthat you wished you’d ended differently?

In that first fic I’vewritten, the MCs used to be lovers. They had a shot at being together again butin the end, they chose differently and still went their separate ways. I wishthey’ve been together.

21) Tell me about anotherwriter(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

There are so many but I’ll gowith these writers whose stories I always come back to, again and again:

Ashbear (FFVIII, Squinoa) –Writes with superior plot and superior characterization. She’s my childhoodfanfic hero. A decade later, I still find myself re-reading her stories, and onsome occasions, I still leave a comment, a plea, hoping she’ll finish‘Somewhere in Between’.

Aki Midori (Slam Dunk, SenRu)– I always go back to her deathfics like a deranged masochist. Her storieseffin hurts like hell but so, so addictive.

For KnB, there are too manybut I’m all for these amazecakes authors:

Beautiful Thief (AoKise) – Iowe it to her fics which nurtured and nourished the AoKise monster in me duringits infancy.

DigimonDestined (AoKise) –she weaves beautiful imagery with her words, I’m weak for her rich descriptionsthat put me right into the heart of the situation and into the big mood.

dawnstruck (AoKise) – shewrites with short sentences but her writing style has this magical allure to itthat drives all the feels home.

Himi (KagaKise) – writes withlovely, complicated and realistic emotions that are eye-opening and gutwrenching.

22) Do you have a story thatyou look back on and cringe when you reread it?

The first two fics I’vewritten. It’s a wonder how readers have endured and managed to leave some nicewords.

23) Do you prefer listeningto music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Hush, I need Silence.

24) How do you feel aboutwriting smutty scenes?

I haven’t tried, heh, andjust thinking about it makes me uncomfortable primarily because I can’t bringto words something that I have very little knowledge and experience of. I maytry to do some research but I don’t think it’ll come as authentic if my heart’snot really into it. I can insinuate love making but to go into the territories ofexplicit, I’ll have to pass ;D Even as a reader, I shy away from E-ratedstories. When I make rare exceptions, I skip the smut or I don’t dwell too longon these parts of the story. I’m pretty much contented with my ships being allkissy-kissy and touchy-feely when they get physical.

25) Have you ever criedwhilst writing a story?

Yes, because I can’t describea scene that’s just so vivid in my head. I see my words and shat, I want toshoot myself.

26) Which part of your [DotFS]fic was the hardest to write?

Eight, Seven, Four. At four,dammit, I’m almost done! Something has to be written, something has to work.Luckily, four walls of the empty room, heh.

27) Do you make a generaloutline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I make a general outline, Ineed to see the full picture before I get myself invested in a plot. I workwith tunnel vision, slowly from the ground up. There has to be a working title,too, before I get past 500 words.

28) What is something youwished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

That consistency in verbtenses matter.

29) Do you have a story thatyou feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

I would want all of mystories to get so much love heh, but setting aside my weaknesses as a writer, I’vealways been drawn to small, semi-active or defunct fandoms so my expectationsaren’t really that high…As long as I’m getting some, I’ve been happy with thelove I get.

30) In contrast to 29 isthere a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

I’ve breached lewd levels withMy Favorite Costume but then, I’m glad it got nice loving from readers.

31) Send me a ficrecommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to sendthe rec not the answerer)

I’ve never been happier, thatyou enjoyed DotFS. You want angst and Teiko!Aokise, I’m stoked when the ideahit me, I can finally gift you a fic that you might actually like.

32) Are any of yourcharacters based on real people?

Some scenes are loosely basedon first hand experiences.

33) What’s the biggestcompliment you’ve gotten?

“Your storytelling is impeccablysubtle; you show but don’t tell. As I was reading, I could see everything in mymind as if I was there with the characters and living through them. The littleshock at the end was bloody brilliant.”

This comment is quite memorable andimportant to me because it’s for the first-ever angsty-fangsty story I’vewritten way back when (for Final Fantasy VIII fandom (my first love)), withonly 600 words. I was young, had just started writing and simply doing it because I deeply love the characters. This comment made me so happy years ago,and had sparked a bigger desire in my young-once heart to put my ideas intowords and throw ‘em all out there for people to see.

34) What’s the harshestcriticism you’ve gotten?

The reader said that she was terriblydisappointed with the ending I had. She said she followed the story with highhopes but the ending just, meh.

Well, I was young, it’s formy first fanfic and I’ve written all chapters of it before I posted so I’m notreally that open to changes and suggestions. But looking back, yes, reader wasdefinitely right, the ending sucked.

35) Do you share your storyideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Close to my chest. I’m notreally that confident with the things in my head, I mostly feel I’m getting judged when I share my ideas.

36) Can you give us a spoilerfor one of your WIP’s?

In Where You Belong, therewill be a scene where they celebrate Kise’s birthday and everyone but Aho gothim a gift.

37) What’s the funniest storyyou’ve written?

Maybe, Rest is for the Weak?You said Aomine was strangely acting like a mother hen in that one.

38) If you could collab withany other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspiresome collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

I’d love to work with any ofthe friendos in the AoKise~ discord.

39) Do you prefer first,second or third person?

Third person. I like tellingstories through the bird’s eye view, it gives me a lot of control.

40) Do people know you writefanfiction?

For sure, my mom will disownme if she finds out about the things I write. Only two people in real life knewthat I do fanfics. I told one friend during high school and a cousin who is somuch into anime accidentally found out.

41) What’s your favouriteminor character you’ve written?

Ranmaru (Wallflower) in Loveis a Scheme. With his charms, he successfully made his friend jealous out ofhis wits which resulted into an awkward confession.

42) Song fic - What made youdecide to use the song xxx for xxx.

I only wrote 1 songfic forthe heck of it. The song was very popular at that time

43) Has anyone ever guessedthe plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

I haven’t encountered suchcomments from my readers..

44) What is the last line youwrote?

Can’t you see how he looks atour Ryou-chan like he’s looking at fireworks?

45) What spurs you on duringthe writing process?

Thinking I’m getting closerto fluffy, lovey-dovey scenes gets me going. The fluff scenes are my ‘checkpoint’,my pit-stop for every leg of the writing journey.

46) Ireally loved your [Distance of the Falling Sun] fic. If you were ever to do asequel, what do you think might happen in it?

Hey, thank you for the love!If there will be a sequel, it will be a countdown beginning from 1 to 10, set10 years into the future, in Aomine’s POV as he recalls the ups and downs, thejoys and pains of his beautiful relationship with Kise.

47) Here’s afic title – [The man who never lied (or morelike, what would a story inspired by that song be about? :D)]. Whatwould this story be about? (from Ruru’s ask too)

Mmm. Ok, first, I love Maroon 5 and ADAM LEVINE! I’ll write an AoKiserunning along these lines: What Kise would give up for Aomine to achieve hisdreams… What Aomine would give up just to keep Kise’s love. Or, Aomine is tornbetween choosing to follow his dreams of becoming an NBA player or keeping thelove of his life. On the premise that he can’t have both because real life islike that… you can’t be thoroughly happy XD

(Because I’ve read a lot ofstories wherein Ao gets to be NBA star and gets Kise too. Not that I don’tthink he deserves all the joys of this life, but I want to explore this Ao whogets to give up his dreams for Kise. Ofc, I’ll make him choose love overdreams, heh.)

48) What’s your favouritetrope to write?

Enemies to lovers.

49) Can you remember thefirst fic you read? What was it about?

Yes, I do. Its title is Giftof Love (FFVIII fandom). It’s inspired by O’Henry’s The Gift of the Magi. Lotsof angst and fluff in the end.

50)If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life,which would it be and why?

Angst. I love writing journeys that explorethe depths of human emotions and I think there’s no better way than angst tobring me there. But with happy endings. Always with happy endings. Because thatis the whole point of my shipping, to see my children struggle in the midst ofthe storm, turbulent waters raging all around, and see them dock safe and soundto happy couple-land.

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