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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Do you think Kirigan would go for soft girls or the ones that has the same personality as him?

a/n ahh okay ik ive been bad at updating and making content on here and been on a kinda unofficial break but im doing a little better mentally so more content soon!! anyways i had to answer this the SECOND i saw it bc i have SO many opinions.

okay,, this is going to sound like such a cop out answer, but i think there's no wrong answer bc it depends on how you interpret his character (which i'll explain really soon) but basically, in short, my personal opinion is that he'd go for a balance but be more drawn to someone that presents as one extreme and has the opposite hidden in them,,

personally, i think he'd be drawn to someone that presents as a 'soft' girl with a hidden 'darkness' in them, i don't mean like secretly evil but someone who wants to be good so badly but something in them is just a little too hurt or impulsive to always be the bigger person, even though they want to be.

Here's why I think that personality would draw him in most (i'll also explain the opposite personality bc like i said at the beginning, i think it really depends on how you interpret his character)

- okay, so it's clear that manipulation is kinda his love language (all he did was manipulate my girl Alina and i personally do think that that was the only way he was capable of loving her, so his issues weren't an absence of love but an inability to love in a healthy way--but that's just my opinion)

- so someone in that mental state that wants to be good and for the most part is but sometimes does foolish things bc they're human and have to deal with complex emotions (emotions that remind him of his personal struggles), would be really easy to manipulate bc he's clearly not an upstanding moral guy

- so when he tells someone with those internal conflicts that he sees seeds of darkness or something beyond the exterior they show the world, that person is inclined to believe him. (like when he tells alina that he saw her power and didn't run away, but can Mal say the same?)

- and after planting those seeds, he would be quick to reap them,, what do i mean by that??

- well, a major, personal headcanon of mine is that the Darkling definitely craves the acceptance and assurance of a partner to keep away the solitude that haunts him but he's afraid/hates the idea of losing control and giving someone so much one sided power over him

- so that's why he would be drawn to someone with a softer exterior for deeper connection purposes, bc he could feel like a protector/comforter and maintain some control (i also could very easily see him having an innocence/corruption kink but we're not here for that)

- also,, i think he'd see someone like that (or just his SO in general) as super good, and there would be some level of comfort in him to be able to look at his SO and be like 'they care for me/need me so i cant be that far gone, that lost' or maybe even be like 'if someone as good as them is allowed their impulses, i should be allowed mine'

- i also feel like he'd instinctually convince himself he HATES any 'soft presenting' person he's even somewhat attracted/intrigued by bc anything he sees as pure good he'd be at least a little jealous of in a way he doesn't understand (bc keep in mind, his darkness didnt come from a place of true malice originally)

- but i think he'd bore of someone that's completely soft just bc he's attracted to power bc even when he's not working on his plans, he is,, and if the potential SO doesn't have that power physically (as in political influence/grisha ability) he'd ideally need some strength of will/personality,, which is why he likes to press on that person's fear of being 'bad'

- he'd also like to prey on someone with this personality's fear of being a bad person so that he could feel better about himself bc like i said earlier,, a small part of him would be jealous of their goodness and i think at times he'd even be insecure

- especially if his SO started spending time with someone that's a better person than him bc he wants/needs to be the person that his SO cares about most bc it's not like he cares about a lot of ppl and if he cares more about them than they do about him,, that's not a type of control he'd be willing to relinquish

now why i think ppl could believe that he'd 'go for' someone with a similar exterior to him but has a secret soft inside:

- well,, that's basically him

- i believe opposites attract way more in complex characters (which is part of the reason i lean towards the first dynamic), but he could def be with someone with such a similar personality bc two people that crave power could create such a great couple

- first off, there would be a natural challenge there, bc the two could keep each other on edge and motivated (and victory/adrenaline of competition sex would hit hard,, let me tell you)

- he'd feel comfortable being himself a little more with someone that expresses the same level of ambitions as him and that would be easier than a relationship with someone that presents as soft

- tbh i think someone with a similar personality to him as his ideal hook up but for more serious connection,, he'd connect to someone softer bc they could give him approval/assurance he needs easier

- i think that a similar personality to him would keep him on his toes and entertained which is important and someone that's as driven as him would be beneficial for multiple reasons

- they could connect to him through his struggle and validate his actions

- and if that person had a soft spot,, he'd see even more of himself in them and he'd be able to feel like a protector a little more

- he'd def like to push at that softness in order to feel like his SO is important to him, even his SO is good at hiding that part of themselves

honestly the reason that how you view his character is so important in answering this question is bc it depends on whether you think that motivation/being pushed while still being needed is more important to him or being validated while still feeling like he's in control is more important to him.

but yeah,, in general i think he'd be drawn to softer girls but would end up going for girls more like him bc of more assured sexual chemistry and bc it puts him less at risk at opening up to anything beyond the face he wants the world to see

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krisdreaming · 4 years

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hi! i don’t know if you’re tired of writing them, but the scenario with iwa and kuroo was the cutest thing ever :((( is it alright if i ask for the same thing with tsuki? thank you!

Ahh, that whole 4+1 trope/concept is one of my favorites, so I’m not tired of it at all! I’d love to write for Tsukki ^^ This is a third year AU!

Edit: 4+1 masterlist is here

Four times Kei thinks he loves you, and the one time he finally says it out loud.

When you meet Kei in his classroom for lunch, you’re carrying two bento boxes. He doesn’t have time to ask you about it, because the moment you sit down next to him you push one toward him.

“Here, I made this for you.” You smile at him, almost bashful. “You haven’t been eating a lot at lunch lately, but I know you must get hungry. Ah, I hope it’s okay that I did that.” After all, the two of you haven’t been dating for so long, only a few months.

“Oh. Well, thank you,” Kei can’t hide his surprise or the small smile that finds itself on his face. “Of course it’s okay.” Why wouldn’t it be? The fact that you’d though of him does strange things in his chest. He pulls the bento closer to him, tugging open the neat knot you’d made in the cloth.

“I did a little research,” You add when the meal is finally unwrapped. “So I put in lots of protein and other stuff that you’ll need for volleyball. Can’t have you getting tired out.” You giggle, and he looks from the carefully prepared meal to your face, smiling expectantly. The feeling in his chest is starting to twist into something else, and it hits him right as his chopsticks are hovering over the rice. I love you. Huh.

“Thank you,” He says again instead, hand coming to rest on top of yours. “Really. This means a lot.” For just a few moments, the world comes to a stop, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping it’s enough.

ii.

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t ideal,” You say when you let Kei in. “It’s just that the babysitter bailed at the last minute, and they haven’t been able to go out just the two of them for so long.” You’re bouncing the baby in your arms, and Kei can’t not notice the tender way you’re holding him.

“It’s alright.” He shrugs his bag off his shoulder. “Ah, so what’s his name?” He peers stiffly down at the child, sleepy eyes already drooping shut.

“Hitoshi.” You coo, poking your fingertip gently on the tiny nose, which scrunches up at the touch. “Do you want to hold him?” You offer suddenly, catching Kei off guard so much that he nods.

“Okay.” That quickly, you move to settle the baby in Kei’s arms, gently positioning its head in the crook of his elbow. Once he’s situated, you rest your cheek on Kei’s shoulder, peering down at him.

“Isn’t he so precious?” You ask in a whisper, and Kei doesn’t answer right away because he’s all too aware of your hands wrapped around his arm and the gentle look on your face. He sort of likes it. “Hm?” You prompt, and Kei almost jumps.

“Yeah, sure.” He says a little too gruffly. “He’s cute.” He turns and looks at you with three words stuck in his throat, but doesn’t say anything more. This might not be the best time to say it, anyway.

iii.

The evening air is cool as he walks you home, and the light from a streetlamp is playing across your face. You and Kei had just shared a piece of strawberry shortcake at your favorite little cafe, and it’s almost as though he can still taste the sweet berries on his tongue. You giggle, and he thinks maybe it’s your laughter, instead.

He slips his hand into yours, tugging you a little closer to his side because everything comes a little easier in the moonlight. Your conversation is light, chattering about nothing. About everything. He runs his thumb down yours, and at the gesture you pause in what you’re saying to smile softly at him. I love you bubbles up again, and really, tonight might be the perfect time to say it, but before he can work up the nerve, you’re standing in front of your house.

“Thanks, Kei. That was a lot of fun.” You face him, tilting your chin up so that you can see his face better. “I missed nights like this.”

“Me too,” He says softly. “I’m sorry, it’s just with volleyball and all-” You stop him before he can continue.

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” You say firmly. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m really proud of you, you know? And I hope you know that you have my full support. No matter what. I’ll always be here to cheer you on.”

“I know.” He says, and lets his fingers skim your cheek before leaning in and kissing you, soft and sweet. Your arms wrap around his neck and he puts those three words behind the pressure of his lips.

“Good night, Kei.” You say when you finally pull away.

“Good night,” He echoes, and you lift your hand in a quick wave and turn toward the house before he can say another word.

iv.

Kei catches you in his arms with a soft oof. “I really missed you!” You say, muffled into his shoulder, and he holds you a little tighter.

“I was only gone for one week.” He says, laughter in his voice.

“Yeah, I know.” You finally pull away to pout at him. “How was the training camp? Were you too busy, or did you have time to miss me?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Oh, it was just as intense as usual. I swear, Hinata and Kageyama are insane. I don’t know if they even slept. They’re worse than the first years.” He shakes his head, and you laugh softly. He missed that sound. “And yes,” He confirms, “I suppose I had a little bit of time. To miss you.”

You feign a gasp, reaching up to rest your hand on his forehead. “Kei, are you feeling alright?” He narrows his eyes. “To think my stone cold boyfriend would actually admit to missing me!” You splay your hand dramatically on your chest.

“I’m not stone cold,” He rebuts, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Weeelll...” Your giggle turns into a shriek as he hooks an arm around your middle, dragging you back against his chest.

“Take it back!” He threatens, lips tantalizingly close to your neck.

“Or?” You shoot him a cheeky grin.

“Hm, glad you asked.” He nuzzles his nose into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, then presses a kiss there. Here, with you in his arms just like this, he feels incredibly light. I love you, I love you, I love you. For each time the words play through his mind, he presses another kiss to your skin.

He had missed you, and it was more than a little.

Graduation. It’s hard to believe the day is finally here. In some ways, Kei still feels like the gangly first year he’d once been, brooding his way through life. He doesn’t think it’s quite sunken in yet that his time here is over. A lot is going to be changing in the next weeks and months, except, he hopes, for one thing.

The ceremony passes by in a blur of faces and names, and when it’s over he’s clutching his diploma in his hand and scanning the crowd for you. When he finally catches sight of you, you’re already headed in his direction.

“It’s a good thing you’re so tall,” You laugh. “Finding you in a crowd is always easy.” He smiles. “We did it!” You continue, “Can you believe it? We graduated. It almost doesn’t feel real.”

“Well, it’s real,” He says, reaching into his pocket and closing his hand around the cool metal object inside. You’re still chattering as you walk, and he holds onto it until it’s become warm from the heat of his hand. Finally, when the crowd has begun to thin and you find yourselves in front of the school beneath a budding tree, he draws out his hand.

“Hey, Y/N.” You look at him then, expression growing more serious at the tone of his voice. He holds out his closed fist, and after a moment’s hesitation, you extend your hand. He drops the second button of his uniform jacket into it, feeling his cheeks heat up even though he’d promised himself he wouldn’t blush about this. You look from the button to his face with wide eyes, and he nods, smiling, something he can’t quite contain.

“Kei,” You say his name softly at the same time as he begins speaking.

“I love you.” It’s easy. It feels right. “And that’s not going to change, no matter what. You are-” He cuts off, not sure what word can begin to describe everything you are to him. “You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“Kei.” You say his name again, clutching the button tight in your fist. Your smile is wobbly, but wide. “I love you, too.”

He cups the back of your neck, drawing you closer for a kiss. “I love you,” He says again, against your lips.

(If you don’t know, it’s a sort of tradition in Japan for male students to give the second button from their uniform jacket to their crush / s/o as a symbol of their love etc, & from the little I’ve read it isn’t actually super common but it’s cute, darn it, so I used it)

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagines #Tsukishima Kei #Tsukishima Kei x reader #Tsukishima x reader #Haikyuu x reader #request

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fallin-4-ya · 3 years

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The Follies and Vices of You

cedric diggory x reader- part v of series

based off the novel and film ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen

summary: Being the beloved sister of the incredibly wealthy Mr. Potter, you felt no need to rush into marriage. But one day, when you come to meet a new acquaintance, the proud Mr. Diggory, your views of love and follies change.

warnings: none! (gif is not mine, credit to owner!)

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v

‘Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.’ -Jane Austen

The snow melted and flowers began growing, winter gone and the world welcoming spring with open arms. The earth turned ever so slowly and the cold months of the year began to pass, while the months of summertime approached slowly.

You thought often about the words crossed between you and Mr. Diggory and reread his letter hundreds of times. You replayed every emotion in your memory and found solace in his warm eyes, unable to remove him from your thoughts. The feeling of guilt, anger and love resided deep with you, for you couldn’t tell which thought to be corresponding to him.

Miss Ginny, however may have been right about two things in her letter sent to you in the New Year. You had received a proposal form not only Mr. Diggory, but from Mr. Malfoy as well which you declined almost instantly. While the other being she would be home before the flowers bloomed, which excited you greatly.

You told no soul about the proposal or the letter sent from Mr. Diggory, not even Miss Ginny; for to remember the memories of the conversation was far too painful. You had not seen Mr. Diggory since, you were told he was to go back home for the summer months.

One morning at breakfast, your brother turned to you, ‘Y/N, I am to go across country with Mr. Ron Weasley next week for some business.’ You hummed softy, ‘How would you like to join us? I think some fresh air will do you good.’

You looked up at Harry with sweet eyes, ‘Oh Harry! Of course, how exciting that sounds! What a wonderful distraction from life this will be, as what are men compared to rocks and mountains!’

The following week you rode up country in the carriage with Harry and Mr. Ron Weasley. The trip was splendid so far, as you passed the blossoming trees and blooming flowers. It felt as the world was at peace. You turned your attention to your brother,

‘Harry, where are we anyway?’

‘Derbyshire, I believe.’

‘Harry,’ Interjected Mr. Weasley, ‘Is that not the home of Mr. Diggory?’

‘Yes, Ron, I do believe it is!’ replied your brother, ‘Shall we pay our old friend a visit?’

‘Oh lets not!’ you quickly spurred out, ‘He um- Well he’s so rich. I do prefer not to.’

‘And what are we my dear sister!’ Harry shakes his head in amusement, ‘Nonsense, we shall go see our business partner. I thought you would love to meet an old acquaintance, Y/N.’

With that you slumped down into your seat, dreading the visitation of Mr. Diggory.

When you all had finally arrived to his estate you could not help but to smile to yourself, because it was more beautiful than you could ever imagine. You graciously made you way up the grand staircase up to the front doors. The doors opened and you were met face to face with Mr. Diggory, a meeting you had thought so long about. His eyes were still warm and you saw a smile that you hadn’t quite seen there before

‘Mr. Diggory.’ You bowed at his, returning the smile.

‘Miss Y/N, what a most pleasant surprise!’ He took your hand, greeting you properly. He then turned you your brother and Mr. Weasley, welcoming them to his home.

Soon you all sat in his parlor, conversation coming easily; all the while Mr. Diggory turned to you. ’Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor of perhaps playing the pianoforte. It’s been such a long while since music was played in my home.’

You nodded and walked up to the pianoforte, then began playing it graciously. The men once again became absorbed in conversation as you went into your own little world with your playing. It felt like hours had passed as you played; however, you were brought out of your piano trace with a presence stood above you. Without looking up or stopping your fingers you said,

‘You mean to frighten me, Mr. Diggory, coming in all your state to listen to me. But I shan’t be alarmed even if your family does play so well.’

He laughed, ‘Oh, Miss Potter, I know well that I cannot frighten you even if I were to wish it.’

You looked into his brown eyes, as if you were seeing their richness for the very first time. You saw the man behind the wall, a man ruined by tragedy and grief; a man numbed by the betrayal of friends and the loss of a most beloved sister. for how tragic life can be, as you knew that all too well. And perhaps Mr. Diggory was right, just because one has pride, we have no right to be prejudice towards the; especially when one’s character is severely misunderstood.

You stood quickly identifying your feelings, becoming very uneasy. You apologized and walked out of the room; for what you felt, you could not bear.

For the rest of the trip you pondered over your likeness of Mr. Diggory. You spend your nights lying awake solely thinking about him, he danced in your mind as a distance memory, something that was always just out of reach. And returning home did not fix your heartbreak, but rather made it worse. The feelings which you felt were buried very deep within your insides, for you could not handle the recollection of the emptiness you felt without him.

Month passed, and seasons changed. The end of summer came quickly. Your restlessness came to no avail, spending most nights walking the grounds of the estate. There your thoughts could not disturb you.

One night walking, you saw dawn soon approaching; but there was something else also steadily approaching you.

Mr. Diggory.

He headed onwards staright towards you, both of you dressed only in night clothes. Mr. Diggory came to you steadily with shaky hands.

‘Mr. Diggory! How- why?’

‘I could not sleep, Miss. Y/N. I think only of you and knew I had to come see you again, only to ask one more time.’

He paused looking at you, exhaling deeply. You nodded and gazed into his loving eyes.

‘Miss. Y/N, if your feelings have remined the same since last winter, please tell me so at once. My affections towards you have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. However, if your feelings have changed,’ he paused slowly, ‘I wish to tell you that you have bewitched me body and soul and I love- I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day forth.’

‘It’s always been you, Mr. Diggory.’ You stared longingly at him, ‘For I cannot express the moment it stared; but that once I realized, I was only in the middle and far too deep to turn back. So, if you will take me as I am, I am yours.’

He took your hands in his, drawing them in slowly and planting a kiss onto each knuckle. Stars in his eyes and angels in yours, it was like this moment had been envisioned a hundred times in your head but never had the courage of playing itself out. Now, instead of dancing alone in his memories, you danced in each other’s, together.

For the first time you felt like you were home, and you loved him, and he loved you. And after all, how much more could you ask for.

(authors note: Ahh! its finally here! the last chapter of this series, but not to worry there will be an epilogue! if you came this far, thank you so much, i really enjoyed writing this series and I hope you enjoyed reading it! much love <333)

tag list: @freddieweasleyswife @truly-insatiable @annasdani @mullthingsoverinthehotwater

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #Ron Weasley #ginny weasley #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #pride and predujice #jane austen #sirius black

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 1 - Haruna Fuuka files lawsuit against internet slanderers

*with Kaoru (K), Joe (J), Tasai (T) , who is a journalist writing for the newspaper Tokyo Sports, and Kami/god.*

Kaoru: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru. Have you heard of 'The Freedom of Expression' somewhere before?

Joe, Tasai : *noding*

K: I've a feeling we've done this before...

J: Thats right, yes...Its not a feeling, we actually did.

K: We are reviving the show we did on the radio station InterFM from 2015-16, on youtube this time.

J: Awesome

*applause*

J: I was really happy when I was first told about the revival.

K: I was also surprised *laughs*

J: Its not that you were made to revive the show though, right Kaoru?

K: The suggestion just came at me.

J: Oh really, like 'How about it?'

K: Like, 'Wanna tryy?' 1*

J: Ah, in a Kansai accent?

K:Yes yes

J: Like, 'Lets tryyy'..kind of thing...it started like that *laughs*

K: Yep

J: We did quite a lot (on InterFM). We even did a special edition

K, T : Yes, we did

J: We even made stickers

K: Brazil!

J:Yes

T: Ah, the live broadcast..at the Olympics

J: It was Dobashi san...Bishbash Dobashi san.

T: It would be good if we could do another live broadcast at this year's Tokyo Olympics.

J: On this You tube channel?

T: Yes *laughs*

J: A live broadcast might be a bit difficult legally, as for the Olymipcs *T laughs*

K: Um, thats *shhh*

J: Oh, its a secret!' *K laughing* Maybe if were are asked by Tokyo Sports..?

K: Yes yes...So, as to the freedom of expression...

Kami/god: Wait, wait, wait..I've come down too.

J: Oh, Kami?

K: He's saying it from himself *laughs*..I thought he would come if we beckoned him though.

J: Thats what usually happened. He was the kind of god that would come down after we called him, but now a god that comes down on his own accord.

K: Wasn't he like that before too? Should we keep him in reseve a bit more?

J: He'll want to appear, we can't help it?

Kami: You were forgetting about me!

K: We are not forgetting you!

Kami: You musn't forget your god!

*laughing*

T: We are not forgetting you!

Kami: Its not good!

J: You are always in our hearts.

T: Yes, he is.

Kami: Yes, thats it..you have to think like that.

J: But, you are not in the studio today, kami?

Kami: Oh..um, im just getting off a night shift..

J: A night shift?!

K: Ah, but it was like that before..

Kami: Right.

J: You are doing night shift work again? *Tasai laughs*

Kami: yes, thats right.

K: That was a while ago wasn't it, how many years ago?

J: Oh, is this the night shift season?

Kami: No, its..

T: You worked for ￥1000 per hour right?

Kami: Yes, yes...my hourly rate has risen a bit though. They were telling me 'Take a rest, take a rest', so my income dropped.

J: Ahh, its what they called a 'reformed working style', right?

Kami: Right

J: Its tough for you too, Kami.

Kami: *laughs* Yes it is.

K: He's the same as ever... so lets get started.

J, T: Please

K: Ah, by the way, Tasai san, as well as Bishbashi Dohashi san, wasn't there another person before (at InterFM)?

T: Yes..a beastly guy *K laughs* An old aquaintance of the listeners', a guy called Monster Hiranabe.

J: Its a strange story, but once when a certain celebrity died, Hiranabe-san called me up, and asked me if I had known the deceased guy...as soon as I said that I hadn't known him very well, he hung up on me straight away!

T: Thats awful!

J: He is awful

T: This very guy, Hiranabe, even got a promotion from the manager.

J: Eh? Promoted to what?!

T: To Director

J:Eh?! Really?

K: Is that okay??

J: No, it'll be terrible!

K: Right, lets move onto the main news...I'd like to get deeper into the concept of 'The Freedom of Expression'.

J: Right, so Haruna Fuuka has filed a lawsuit againts those who engage in 'internet slander'.

A tweet stated 'Both her parents created a failure'.

On Jan 14th, 18 year old Haruna and her mother filed a lawsuit at Yokohama district court demanding ￥2,654,000 in damages from a person engaged in spreading falsehoods which have damaged her dignity.

On the acknowledgement that these tweets went beyond what was deemed acceptable by society at large, on Nov 1st the internet provider was ordered to make public the persons name and address etc.

Haruna has been tweeting since the age of 9, giving her opinion at random about society's problems, and creating a stir. She now has over 200,000 followers and is fighting 10 years of slander. Kaoru, what do you think about this?

K: Well..I mean, naturally, you'd feel like that..

J: Hmm, but I don't know the details but..the name of the defendant has been withheld...well, its a common problem that as a person speaking in the public eye, you are going to get criticism along with praise...like a 'fame tax'. That said, how far do you go before honour is damaged? On SNS, you are of course free to express yourself, you can write what you want, but the issue is what constitutes damage to honour. This might be a very difficult area in which to draw a legal line, but on the other hand, if you don't draw a legal line, things may escalate out of control...Kaoru, what do you think?

K: Well for example, if banter between friends is written down...controlling that...Its best not to look at whats written in the first place.

J: Ah, the person in question right? By the way Kaoru, its a strange question, but do you search for yourself online?

K: No, not really. I hear things, the office staff will tell me.

J: Oh, if anything is being said?

T: In the world of fame its quite true, that even if 98 or 99 opinions out of 100 are good, the one negative thing will stand out.

K: Well, yes, its the bad things that..

J: On the other hand, from the writers' perspective at Tokyo Sports, how far are you willing to slander someone? You could write an article in a good or bad way..

T: Of course balance is important, but of course, if the courts want to complain to us, they can call us, and start an exchange, but in the case of slanders on the internet, its like, who do you complain to? So, if you ask celebrities, they will say Tokyo Sports slander is better than anonymous online slander because at least they can complain to our face.

J: Mm, absolutely. Just how far do we protect these tweets, these freedoms of expression? Its difficult.

K: Are these really 'expressions'?

J: Well, esentially, yes. When you say 'tweets' you think of nonsense, but really its media expressing things, or artists expressing things..

K: Yes, yes, you can get a sense of individual expression.

J: And this especially has the power to influence...

K: Yes, and people get swept up in it.

J: I think this is universal, but at the moment I think Japan is bit like a geyser, people will rush towards any incident and some will start complaining, I mean, I think its important to say what you feel, but its complaining without trying to solve anything, only satisfying yourself.

K: Thats it

J: Its sounds strange to say, but it ends like masturbation. If it turns into something towards a soloution its ok, but just creating thoughtless slander to satisfy yourself is questionable.

K: So its often said, if you continue the conversation only looking at the bad things, it can't be helped. There are also good people out there..you know, put more importance on those people. How to put it...its like we said before, if you focus too much on that one out of a hundred, its kind of rude to the other 99.

J: I see. Still this person has over 200,000 followers and its said she has been fighting slander for ten years.

T: She's always been a bit of a talking point online. I'll just search for her.

J: I also have Instagram, I do stuff to do with societal problems on The Dave Fromm show's youtube channel, and whenever I upload about it (on IG), my followers decrease! *everyone laughs* Outrageously decrease! Im serious, despite getting so far, that channel updates every week, and with every update my followers decrease. Maybe people hate reading about societal problems..*to Tasai* What did you find?

T: So for example there was that thing recently about regulating gamers to 60mins per session, she had quite a few things to say about that, playing vs learning etc.

J: I see..Young people do complain, well you can't really tell here, but on the other hand, young people these days, i know they would hate us old guys talking about this, but young people apparently have three main taboos. The first is talking about sex, they dont follow this, the second is politics, they don't follow this either, and the other one is, they don't like being made to talk about the kind of things that they really need to be talking about...there seems to be this kind of trend. So i think in this way...theres a chance Haruna is getting right to the point of this. But certainly, applying the law in a way that recognises infringement/damage to honour by way of personal utterances has the potential to lead to restrictions on the freedom of expression. Its a difficult play off, isnt it?

T: Yes, it really is

J: Obviously, when it comes to race, or racial discrimination, there has come to be rules concerning hate speech and so on, but how far can you regulate one-to-one slandering, or..how far can you protect the person being attacked? Should the country or the judiciary decide this? Its difficult.

K: Kami, what do you think? Are you there?

Kami: Well, I hear slanders towards me all the time *everyone laughs* Like, god tells lies, god is useless, or even that there is no such thing as god!

J: Ahh, i see. They deny you!

Kami: Yes, thats it. If I care about those things, I lose!

J: Do you search for yourself online?

Kami: I do. *everyone laughs* ..and whenever I do its only ever those things that come up.

J: Ah of course...Kami, you have an exceptionally good handle on social media dont you?

T: He's great

Kami: Ive got a good handle on it.

J: Do you use an iphone?

Kami: I have two.

J: God has two iphones! Thats brilliant.

Kami: Yep, I have two...im not allowed to use them while im working.

T: Does he have a contract? With his address and such?

J: I can't tell whether he's great, or whether he's not so great...

Kami: If i care, I lose...I prefer them to hate me, rather than to be indifferent to me.

K: Kami, what do you think about playing computer games for one hour?

Kami: If the kid is good at it, they should keep doing it.

T: I see, i see.

J: Ohh not sure about that. That seems a bit out.

Kami: No, i really think so. Skilled kids can carry on playing.

K: Should unskilled ones give up?

Kami: Yes, they shouldn't do it...When they play all day, and they just can't clear the level..that kind of kid.

K: Its a waste of time right?

Kami: Exactly, its a waste.

J: They should do something else?

Kami: Yes

K: You should quit if you have no talent for it?

Kami: Yes, yes, its talent.

J: Well, just getting off a nightshift must be tiring.

K: For us too, you know, we should try not to say 'stop it' too quickly...we have to keep it interesting.

Kami: It was interesting though, I was listening.

T: Oh thank you.

Kami: But don't tell lies about me.

T: If you thought it was interesting, you should write about it on your social media.

Kami: Yeh, everyone pretends on social media anyway, they won't know its me.

K: Well, that was the first episode of 'The Freedom of Expression' but, should I ask how it was..? *laughs*

J: But, being together again after a while was refreshing..

K,T: Yes, thats right

T: Im happy.

J: So am I.

K: Well, so we started in this vein....Tune in next time to see how it goes. So this time, only this camera, theres nothing here *gestures behind*, but if lots of people watch, we could go different places, increase our cameras. I still don't know about your fee, Joe.

J: Eh?! What do you mean? It says here my fee will stay the same!

K: I might have to lower it *laughs*

J: *coughs* You're only lowering mine?...But everyone please subscribe.

K: Yes please. Please look forward to next time. Thank you very much.

1* They are saying 'How about this?' in a Kansai accent, how to translate that??

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #kaoru #薫 #tfoe #tfoe01

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anestheticrage · 4 years

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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately.

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho.

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love��

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi- and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏 defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself.

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got:

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H)

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

- everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

- the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

- make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊).

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..."

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs

Yours Truly,

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘

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iceglade · 4 years

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i made a thread on twitter about this but i've been thinking about vanilla vs royal i cant handle how happy i am that royal has made ppl like akechi more, not just for "hes hot" reasons bc ppl love that but winning over reddit* folks who dislike many fanon takes for being too wooby,

not that i particularly care for Wooby bc ive been in fandom for ages and i like seeing ppl happy - i know theres a certain degree of allowance when it comes to twisting canon characterization for content, because you're the content creator, its in your hands and cmon-

but especially with royal i think akechi's serious edge "won over a lot of people" who can now respect him for how he approached refusing the dream world, i think thats something they can understand and appreciate - ESPECIALLY when a lot of ppl's beef with vanilla akechi was "daddy doesnt love me boo hoo" which is a GROSS misunderstanding/simplification of his EXTREMELY complex character, which was barely covered or etc bc of vanilla's horrid writing -- over all! its not JUST him - BUT, royal provided such a good opportunity to show off akechi's character, through giving him more screentime and VERY IMPORTANTLY: Plot Relevance like how, say mementos mission shows off joker's need to be helpful bc hes a deep-feeling person, or scramble showing off haru and makoto and the other thieves by drawing them against the new characters to compare and contrast and give them Time to BE, - royal gave akechi time to recover from the frankly AWFUL vanilla narrative decision to shoot and shove him off like chopped liver and never mention him again, so that many ppl's impression of akechi goro was of an incomprehensible, annoying character who blew up and then acted like he dont knowww know bodaay haghnaghnahgna

i joke but SERIOUSLY a bad first AND last impression, REALLY...

ahh. im just surprised !! every time someone says they like him or that they disliked him earlier but dont post-royal or etc etc it always takes me by surprise even after all this time !! it makes me very happy -though even as i focus on how happy i am that people like his character, even streamers talking about his ass (what ass... ... cindy thats bone) or etc- i shouldnt, but i still count it as a sort of win because my standards are so low ;-;.. i dont like sexualizing characters (of any gender or sexuality, dont worry ^-^'') but the point of it all is that the amount of stannery is .. stunning i think, from all ends of the fandom, when i think about how nervous vanilla felt to me. if im wording this all right.

-- that being said. obviously there are ppl who still dont like him, VEHEMENTLY, and everyone gets so passionate about him and everything that tension and fights erupt very very quickly - it makes me wonder what about royal didnt hit with them, but hit with other people, in a Genuinely Curious kind of way. not that im not suuper passionate about goroboying, because, i am !! royal makes me very happy and i stay out of fights as best as i can because i know, ACUTELY, how PAINFUL it is to have a hyperfixation broken. nauseous furious shaking heart aching - its heartbreak !! i'd rather die before i inflicted a pain like that on someone. + id rather remember something for the love i felt for it than the harm.

(though while i'm here, people who were in the "# p5r spoilers" tag remember what happened a little while ago shortly after royal jpn came out , though that's for a whole other post about the fascinating history/sociology of that particular event, 👁✨)

- its not about me having to choose between a lesser of two evils. thats not my point

no matter how intensely my heart is in it, i want to be able to say that you can feel how you feel about characters, though any misinformation sits badly with me in hyperfixation hell. funnily enough, while back on the topic of Agency, which goro is in some dire need of - which may be the root of why so many femme-presenting folk or lesbians are fond of him, + respecting women + sex workers + etc GORO AKECHI CAN BE SOMEONE SO PERSONAL ACTUALLY-

* - oh, backreading my own post - i didnt mean to specify redditors as if they're the only ppl i'm talking about, but it was the first to come to mind ; i'm just thinking a lot about how it seems like people really like the light royal was able to display him in, both as a delightfully entertaining UNHINGED EDGELORD and a very focused, goal-oriented, respectable ally, to the point that people are MUCH more open about how much they love him nowadays, which does bring me no end of joy - its no surprise that the new appreciation, as well as atlus ... highlighting ..... aspects ...... of blask ...... and the new content, of course the fandom treats him like this, - thats fandom. this is how people do i suppose. from a witness' viewpoint. hdngngm

i see all i know all 👁 i will keep all of my opinions right here and then one day i will die. but. i'll be honest. despite everything. im actually really happy.

#don't mind me #persona 5 #p5r spoilers #i mean to post more here ! the app is just slow and saddening #oops! left out 5 tweets. edited in now

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whump-it · 4 years

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Callum's Delirium Part 2

TW for hospitalization, panic, fever and hallucinations. Also a mean-ass nurse who needs to be nicer to my baby Callum!

@haro-whumps @grizzlie70 @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @iaminamoodymoodtoday @kawaiiloverofanimu @burtlederp @untilthepainstarts

Rory manhandled Callum out to the car, letting him lean on him as much as he needed to.

"It hurts," Callum gasped out. "I feel sick...ahh...I shouldn't be..." He covered his mouth with his hand and swallowed down on a wretch and a heave, eyes watering, muscles twitching. Rory propped him up and let the tremors finish running through his body before getting him down into the car, seat belt on carefully before pulling out and trying to avoid any bumps in the road, each one pulling a pained whine from the back of Callum's throat.

"I w...ungh...I want to s.. say sorry to Master Hayden," Callum said, drawing a wince from Rory.

"He'll understand bud," Rory said through gritted teeth, swinging into a parking space and killing the engine. "Just trust me ok?" He got out and went to Callum's side, leaning over to unbuckle his car seat, to pull him up and out as gently as he could.

Getting through the system was fast enough. Rory signed anything put in front of him and managed to convince the nurse to give Callum his painkillers in liquid form, hidden in water so that he wouldn't have to deal with pills or injections while he was so lost in his mind.

"Wh... what's that?" Callum asked, twisting a little on his hospital bed, a shaky finger pointing at the cup that the nurse was holding towards him.

"It's just a drink," the nurse said. Callum looked at the cup in her outstretched hand. He looked at Rory. His eyes felt hot, his focus felt off. He was in pain but he couldn't drink. He couldn't drink it. He'd heard it somewhere, somewhere recently and it was someone important who had said about it but his brain refused to cooperate and his back was twisting knots in itself.

"Ahh...ah...nonono," Callum groaned, reaching out to push the cup away. He watched his hand push it, he couldn't believe what his hand was doing. Don't drink don't drink don't drink. Don't push away that which you are given. Be grateful. Manners cost nothing.

"Come on Cal," Rory said. "You'll like it I promise."

Callum watched the cup being pushed closer and closer.

"No tha... thank you," Callum whispered, a tremor at the edge of his voice. He gripped on to his teddy tightly, plucking at a bit of well ingrained crust watching while the cup still came closer. He curled in on himself sweating and whining.

"I don't want it," he said. "I don't...I don't..." The cup came closer still as a hand came around to the back of his head and pressed there. Gentle but firm pressure. Forcing him, forcing him. Someone who wasn't Master Hayden trying to give him something to improve him. Another voice in his head, someone important saying something about water. It was out of reach. He couldn't find the words.

"NO!' Callum yelled, flinging out the hand that was holding the teddy, catching everyone off guard and sending the cup and its contents across the room, the teddy getting more mess on it. The nurse looking furious. Callum gasped when he saw what he'd done, when his focus came back in. He shook violently gasping little breaths in and out, too fast, too dry.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. My body is not mine to hurt my body is yours. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. My body is not mine to hurt my body is yours." He pulled his teddy in to himself as close he could terrified that someone would force him to let go. He made himself as small as possible in his bed, twitching in pain. Shaking in terror. Ashamed. So very ashamed and imperfect. Master Hayden would know. Master Hayden always knew.

"I'm so sorry," Rory said to the nurse. "He's, umm, he's been through a lot. Things aren't easy on him. Can we try again? He really needs this pain to stop. I can't...I can't watch him like this."

"Mr Linden, I want him comfortable as much as you do but he needs to cooperate at least a little," the nurse said. "Otherwise I'll have to recommend sedation to the duty doctor. I'll get one more cup but that's it." She turned to leave the room, stopping at the door to look at him again.

"I'm bringing a bag for that too," she said, pointing at Callum's teddy. "That thing is a health hazard, you're lucky I'm not telling you that I'm taking it away to be burned." Rory started at her, open mouthed and silent for a beat.

"That 'thing' is sometimes the thin line between his happiness and a complete breakdown so I'll thank you not to talk about it like that," Rory said quietly, shifting closer to Callum, wanting to shield him and his teddy with his own body. The nurse barely looked at him before turning and leaving the room, the sound of her shoes getting further away.

"Hey Cal," Rory said, turning away from the door to face Callum. "Can I sit by you?" Rory sat before Callum answered, unwilling to take no for an answer. Callum was in pain and he needed it to stop. "Can I touch you? Is that ok?"

"I don't know...what..." Callum broke off to heave a few pained breaths in and out. "This puh... pain... its in me. In. I don't understand."

"I'm going to touch you," Rory said, gently shifting his hand to Callum's hair and stroking it over and over, letting him shiver into the touch and shuffle closer, closer, close enough to push his sweat soaked forehead into Rory's lap.

"Have I been good enough f...fff... for this t... touch?"

"Yeah bud, but just one more good thing ok? Just drink the drink that the nurse gives you. I'll help you. Ok? Can you do that for..."

"For M...Master Hayden?" Callum interrupted. Rory sighed at the words.

"Sure," he whispered as the nurse came back, cup in one hand a plastic bag in the other. Taking the cup, he brought Callum's head up into the crook of his elbow, tipping him forward and the cup back until its rim met Callum's lips. Finally he managed to get some painkillers into his system.

"This is for the teddy," the nurse said sternly once Callum had finished his drink, handing Rory the plastic bag. He snatched it out of her hand, not even close to caring about how petulant it might look, not when Callum was twitching and worn down with pain to the point of almost sleeping through it with his head cradled on Rory's arm. They exchanged a mutual glare as Rory moved gently to lay Callum down, gently extracting the teddy from his grip, sliding it out and away as Callum shivered and moaned quietly where he lay.

As quietly as he could, he slipped the teddy into the bag and set it gently down on the table at the end of the bed then sat down on a chair, leaving Callum to have the bed to himself as the nurse stalked out of the room. Making himself as comfortable as he could do on an unforgiving hospital seat, Rory slumped down and alternated between dozing then jerking awake and watching Callum go from pain to sleep and back to pain again too quickly. He could hear him muttering apologies to Master Hayden, could see his fingers fluttering around, no doubt trying to grab his apparent health hazard of a teddy.

"Mr Linden," Rory looked up from Callum's frightening whining noises and his ramblings about Master Hayden to find a doctor stood next to Callum's bed. Rory stood up quickly, knocking his knee on the side of the bed, jarring it and making him wince.

"We've got the test results back," the doctor said, casting a quick look at Callum and frowning at his twitches and whispering. "It's what we thought when we admitted him. Kidney infection from a urine tract infection that spread. We'll start him on IV antibiotics, should feel back to normal within two weeks."

"Thank you," Rory let out a nervous laugh. "I did panic a bit when I saw he was bleeding."

"Perfectly natural," the doctor said, patting him on the shoulder. "We'll get him all set up and treated don't worry."

"Thank you," Rory said again, casting a glance at Callum who had opened his eyes and was looking all over the room with a panic stricken expression, but glassy, a little off focus. The nurse from before came into the room wheeling a trolley with a syringe, needles, things Rory didn't understand but that he knew would help. He looked back at Callum who was watching the nurse and the trolley and starting to sweat and shiver.

"W... what... what's all that?" Callum asked, starting to breath heavily, more erratically. "Does Ma...my...does Master Hayden know you're doing this?" He whimpered and curled in on himself again and shook through a wave of pain before sitting up and fixing his gaze on the bag with his teddy.

"Oh god...oh...ahhh... my teddy. It needs to be with me... please please."

"Cal sweetheart," Rory said low, soft. "It's safe in there I promise ok? It's safe."

"There's too much space here!" Callum shouted, tucking his arms down by his sides and trying to lie still but unable to stop jerking at the pains in his back, the pains that came from within at that be couldn't understand. "It's too much! Nononono I can't do it. .I...argh..!" Callum twisted himself to one side, then the next over and over. Rory watched helplessly as a second nurse rushed in carrying restraints.

"Please move aside Mr Linden," the doctor said. "I know it looks harsh but if we can't get an IV in soon then sepsis can easily set in. This infection is already well advanced, the painkillers aren't working as well as I'd hoped..." Rory stopped listening as he watched the two nurses manhandle Callum into position, with one arm above his head and secured in place, and the other down at his side, strapped and immobile. The look of calm that passed over Callum made Rory feel sick to his stomach. Callum's eyes were still looking at the bag with his teddy in but he was whimpering the same words over and over again. Moving closer to him, Rory could finally make it out.

"Thank you, manners cost nothing. Thank you, manners cost nothing. I'm grateful, I'm so grateful."

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lunawings · 5 years

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King of Prism SSS episode 7 commentary (Leo)

So this episode is the opener for what I know as the theatrical “Part 3″ ... and boy what an opener.... By the time it was over I was like “T-That was only the first one... BUT IVE ALREADY FELT SO MANY THINGS..”

Having this as the first episode of the three has been pretty difficult because it’s just such a rollercoaster. I’ve actually been hesitant to see go Part 3 more just because I know I have to get through this episode right off the bat. And not because I think it’s a bad episode OH NO ITS JUST... SO MANY... FEELINGS..........

I got to go to the midnight showing for Part 3, and I honestly think that has an unfairly high influence on how I feel about the episodes. Part 1 and Part 3 I saw at the midnight showing and I loved them. Part 2 and Part 4 I saw at 8 am when I was exhausted and miserable and I ended up thinking Part 2 was weaker than the others, and Part 4....................... uhhuhh we’ll get to that later, anyway--

So when I translated the original story about Over the Rainbow crossdressing for Miss Kakyoin, I honestly did it just for that two second reference in episode 3. I had no idea this was also going to happen. So when the first second of Part 3 opened on the theater screen with this I was like OH. MY. GAWD. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I’m gonna cry already. (Little did I know what was coming up later in this episode....)

Also this was the point where I began to realize some of these episode are taking place in the past/out of order. Because SSS starts off in the summer, but the Kakyoin Fest usually takes place in May. So either this is a Rainbow Live retcon, or this episode is taking place in May. (But I suppose there’s no particular big reason that can’t be possible. Well one small one maybe...)

So this is Rinne’s first appearance in SSS, right? (Outside of her silhouette in the OP.)

So... I don’t really think it’s a spoiler to tell you she will appear again, under.... vErY DiFfeRent CircumStanCes........

And I just wonder if like, when we get to that moment, someone who is watching only SSS who has never seen Rainbow Live or Pride the Hero is gonna be like “Oh that’s the girl from the beauty contest.... wait..... WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING.... “

Oh lord.

Anyway.

This scene is a whole lot of fun in cheering because we all have our green out and are cheering to Freedom, then it... stops.... then it starts again ahahah....

I love Taiga in the background here. It’s clearly intentional.

I wonder if he actually believes what Kazuki says here or not. But you know what. I don’t think it matters because I think this scene has about zero influence on how he reacts next. I mean, if Taiga actually realizes Kazuki’s just doing this to save face, well then.... hell yeah he’d want to help defend Kazuki-senpai’s honor! And if he believes him and thinks crossdressing and winning a beauty contest is an honor for Edel Rose.... hell yeah he’d want to follow in Kazuki-senpai’s footsteps ahah ha.......... yeah see it literally doesn’t matter........... For Kazuki-senpai!!!

Yeah see this is definitely post-episode 3 Taiga. He definitely changed in that episode after becoming honest about his feelings for Kazuki. So this is the only stupid little thing that makes me question when this episode is taking place since the Nebuta Festival is in August ahahah ha.... (Well maybe he realized long ago.)

Wait woah woah what’s going on here with the subtitle. I thought I saw someone else’s screenshot of this and it was an upside down “A”? Is it just my computer? Is it really like this?

BTW I actually never had any idea what they were saying here before, neither did I pick up that it was probably a reference to μ's because in the theater you just cannot see anything on that newspaper because it’s on screen for like half a second.

If I had, maybe I would have realized that.....

......Both Kakeru and Shin’s outfits seem to be a reference to the original Love Live! I had a little subconscious inkling in the back of my mind that I knew where Kakeru’s outfit was from and it probably wasn’t Pretty Series. But Shin..... Shin..... for the longest time I kept trying to think what coord this was. Because it does look like it could easily be a PriPara coord, doesn’t it? But after other folks started pointing it out, yeah it does look like they were trying to rip on the “Bokura wa Ima no Naka de” outfits goddamn it hahaha.... Well, it makes sense because there are people who worked on both Love Live! and Rainbow Live.

But yeah I swear if they had only made the skirt plaid I would have gotten it. The plaid skirts are such a big point of that outfit for me.

But still anyway, if anybody can think of a Pretty Series coord which is similar to this (or can make one on the 3DS).... um.... hit me up................ now..........

OH COME ON MINATO you can do so much better than this.... For Miss Schwartz you actually found a look that worked for you....

I mean sure he looks like someone’s mom but isn’t he.

The moment when I was like “Welp, maybe Taiga’s straight after all.” Such a mystery, this kid.

MINATO AND YU OMG

This moment goes by so fast I literally missed it my first two showings but OMG it’s my favorite joke in this episode and one of my favorite visual jokes overall I crack up uncontrollably every single time. Ahhhhhh you poor boys....

Welp someone hasn’t watched PriPara but I think we already knew that from Kakeru’s “Glowstick Cage”. Still, I really think you’d be able to figure out this is clearly a catch phrase but WHATEVS

I think my reaction echoes most of the community’s reaction as being “are they gonna say the thing--THEY SAID THE THING”

As much as I want to feel bad that Leo feels like he has to do this, it’s just too funny. And not to mention adorable.

How “masculine” Leo somehow ends up being EVEN CUTER than natural Leo, I will never be able to explain but OH LORD HE IS. (I guess just, the more he tries to fight it the stronger it is....)

He’s not lying.

................ no..... noooooo.......... *buries face in hands*

So. Okay. Okayokay. Sorry we gotta pause here oh boy.

Ever since the Pride the Hero era, Tsurugi was always my favorite member of The Shuffle. Especially since I realized that even though we could see him failing the training machine in the first movie, he still made the group. It was my headcanon that it was because Kokoro, Mondo, and Mitsuba helped him rise up and overcome his challenges until he finally made it. I saw him as the Otoha of the group. A sweet lovely boy who somehow got mixed up in all the corruption of Schwartz Rose AND SOMEHOW he survived.

And then this happened.

His feminine personality. It was all an act. IT WAS A LIE. Just created to add the right appeal to The Shuffle. AND I FELL FOR IT.

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

I guess Joji isn’t the only liar in Schwartz Rose. I guess, Schwartz Rose just naturally attracts that kind of people huh.

Well, from this moment on Tsurugi was not my favorite anymore.

For the record, my favorite member of The Shuffle nowadays is Ace. And probably subconsciously has been since episode 5? But I actually didn’t come to realize that for.... a few more episodes...... So we’ll talk about it then.

Right now we have to talk about.... wait... wait no no no no no no no

You ever have one of those moments when time just kinda stops and everything just kinda... spins around you........... that was this moment for me at the midnight showing....................

Sorry I have to interrupt again to mention this. They revealed here Leo’s dad supposedly designed all these characters.

Well OK, but the thing is in this universe supposedly PairChams and stuff are actually real.

So how can they be designed by Leo’s dad?

Welp, my theory on this is Leo’s dad either was a prism star, or just has a lot of prism sparkle in him, and he secretly just draws exactly what he sees.

I think the phrasing is a little weird here. It’s more like Leo didn’t even particularly realize he was a boy. (Or what his gender was at all.)

(Yes they are wearing mini-Fortune Party CRs.)

(Yes this is also our Young of Prism reference.)

.......I really like this episode but...... this part is just so hard for me..... it’s just...... a bit too real............. but I applaud them for it the same time but.... it’s just.... it’s hard.............

People take out yellow and cheer for Otoha here, but at first I was just so distraught after the proceeding scenes it took me until maybe my 4th or 5th cheering show to actually join them.... just trying to get the energy and to come out of it and like oh it’s Otoha.... oh where are my concert lights.... oh where is yellow..... oh it’s over...... ................. (ahh it’s just.... so sad........)

Okay so now that we’ve gotten this far, I can finish my train of thought about the order that the boys joined Edel Rose.

I think it’s safe to assume Yukinojo was probably first. His episode revealed that he liked prism shows since he was really little, so he probably entered his first year of junior high? I think Kakeru was already in junior high when he found out about prism shows so he probably transferred in anywhere from 2012 - 2014.

Yu and Minato I think probably joined at the same time in April 2015. Because when we meet them in the first movie they are both 1st years (in junior high and senior high respectively) and we know from Minato’s episode he was never in the junior high division.

Then Leo joined sometime not too long after that, and finally Shin.

Taiga is the only mystery, because his flashback only features Kazuki and there is nothing to particularly date it. In my head I’m gonna throw him in there after Kakeru but before Minato/Yu though.

......Anyway.

Leo’s reactions as he meets each of the boys, and vice versa, are just... SO INTERESTING to me and reveal so much about him and the other characters. So I’m sorry but. We’re basically gonna take this frame-by-frame....

Oh gosh oh no oh to think that because of his experiences in life, Leo is just so conditioned to the point where this is the first thing he says directly to any of his new friends I just I.... *chair squeak* excuse me I need a moment.

*walks out of the room*

*comes back after several minutes*

Oho gosh okay okay sorry where were we

AND HIS FACE when he realizes Kakeru called him cute and clearly meant it as a compliment I just I *chair squeak* I may need another minute we’re like ten seconds into this scene and it’s already just--

OHHHH MANNNNNN

I’m pretty sure Leo’s extreme reaction here isn’t because he’s upset at not being called cute. It’s because, once again, Leo is just so conditioned because of everything he’s been through. He took one look at Taiga and probably saw him as the exact archetype of a person who usually bullies him.

But he was wrong.

Taiga, the actual purehearted softie that he is, had absolutely no idea his words would have such an effect on Leo. And once he realizes, he PANICS, and says absolutely anything he has to in order to fix it as fast as possible.

TAIGA

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

I’d also like to note what makes this scene even funnier is that Taiga is using a Tohoku slang word for “cute”. (This is a younger Taiga who hasn’t quite lost his northern dialect yet. Also sort of a northerners bonding moment for the two of them maybe?)

So Taiga being attracted to Leo is a thing I guess. But.... but does it really count as being gay with Leo, like I mean.....?

Well.... Taiga being asexual is probably ruled out at least.

Anyway.

Out of all of them, Leo’s encounter Minato might just be my favorite.

First, Minato reaches out his hand intending to shake Leo’s.

But Leo, probably being just.... so desperate for human contact at his point, sees this and actually reaches up and grabs Minato’s hand with both his hands instead.

If you remember, Leo being too touchy-feely with other boys was one of the reasons he was bullied. Probably moments exactly like this.

But Minato....

He doesn’t flinch. His expression never changes. Instead he’s just like, oh you remind me of my sister. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

And he probably thinks that’s kinda nice that it will be like having his beloved sister around.

shfsfshl;dsaSDJGSOGSAG+J

Yu doesn’t care who Leo is as long as he thinks he’s cool.

Sounds about right.

Gonna say the obvious here but YUKINOJO WHAT ARE YOU DOING

How he just immediately powers down and goes into kabuki practice mode when nothing has been happening for 30 seconds.....

I have things to say about this encounter too but we’ll get to it later.

My favorite comedic line in the episode.

Yukinojo is somewhat oblivious about gender norms himself eheh.

I love the juxtaposition of this line with this scene. It’s not a coincidence surely.

Leo kind of just made a fool of himself here, but the other boys had almost no reaction. They were all just kinda like “huh”, and instead of “this Leo kid is a weirdo” it’s “Yukinojo what did you do” hahahah. That, is acceptance. That is Leo finally finding a place where he can belong.......... Until.....

Oh boy I’m sorry we gotta go on another tangent here. A dark one.

Throughout SSS it’s pretty clear that Shin’s arrival had a big impact on everyone, but it probably had the biggest impact on Leo.

Edel Rose was the first place in his adolescence where he was able to find acceptance.

And I think it’s safe to say, that without Shin to bring everyone together, Edel Rose probably would not have survived.

And if that happened.....

Leo would have nowhere to go.

I really shudder to think about what might have happened.

And I don’t think it’s a huge exaggeration to think that Shin joining Edel Rose... may have actually saved Leo’s life.

So when you really stand by and take all of this into perspective.

All of a sudden how attached Leo is to Shin. His over-protectiveness, his jealousy. It.... it starts to make a lot more sense.

So from this moment on I decided I won’t fault him for it anymore. I can understand.

Oh gosh okay I know it’s hard to come out of that with this, but....

Y.. yay Christmas Party! This is going to come up again in SSS, but since people are going to be talking about it now I’ll talk about it now.

The Christmas Party is an event which happened in detail on the Prism Rush Main Story and was the first time the boys all performed together as a group and debuted Dramatic Love.

And yes, at the same time it is also an analog to the real live Music Ready Sparking concert, which was the first time the voice actors all performed together in real life. Those are the outfits they wore in the real concert, and the same pose they used for promotional materials.

They actually re-drew it for the anime in the performance outfits instead of the concert T-shirts.

(The outfits aren’t a secret anymore, and no need to sell T-shirts ahah....)

WHAT. THEY FIXED IT. Okay I SWEAR in the theatrical version of this there is a continuity error here where Leo has his pigtails in this back shot, but his hair is down from the front. I paused here to take a screenshot so I could mention it then I was like wait whaaaaaaaaa. This is the only time I have noticed a blatant change between the theatrical version and the TV version. (Other than the new endings.) It makes me wonder if there’s anything else I missed.

PFFT.

I guess “yes” isn’t the worst translation, and who am I to talk since I don’t translate “IIZE” at all. But it drains the flavor out of it whenever I try.

If you’re not aware, “IIZE” was the scoring system in the boys’ PriPara from Idol Time, DanPri. The joke is that it’s like a masculine version of “iine” which was the scoring system in the regular girls PriPara, and still is in PriChan. Probably the most literal translation of “iine” is “likes” since that’s what they call the like button on Facebook/Twitter. But yeah it’s a bit of a journey to understand this I suppose.

Iize = burly likes

? ? ?

He’s just.... he’s just so weird........... Tsurugi why...............

(Yes, Mirei hair and Bunny Magician coord from Prism Tours. Sorry I’m skipping over pointing out some of the PriPara references on purpose since this post is just so long as is.)

PFFFFFFT okay okay. Okay. OKAY. Okay.

I know this is probably just in here for a throwaway joke but OHHHH lord.

We saw Alec compete in a beauty contest on Prism Rush before in the Street Beauty No. 1 event, but not on purpose as Louis basically tricked him that time. To think he’d come this close to doing it on purpose, and in his Mom’s clothes?...... ohhhhhhhh wow

If this really almost happened, then I guess Alexander’s riding the same train as post-episode 3 Taiga nowadays isn’t he ahah.

And finally we get to the prism show. But oh gosh, I have to say I do not like his initial outfit. First of all it’s supposed to be a boys’ outfit but it’s.... not.... I guess they were trying to go for a Peter Pan thing or something, but it just registers strongly in my head that Peter Pan is usually played by a woman and like. I just wish they would have made this outfit a bit more masculine to highlight the change that’s gonna happen. The least they could do is take off the earrings.

Not to mention form-fitting stuff does not work for Leo. It highlights how small and child-like his body is, and they even do a butt shot and just NO no please no why. STOP. Okay, my only criticism against this episode is that. Had to say it.

When you need a character to clarify this you’re doing it wrong.

But anyway, moving on.

This.

When we got to this moment, I just.... I felt.... such a great vicarious weight lifted off my shoulders. It just felt so good to finally, finally see this. It’s been a long time coming.

Okay, let’s go back. Way back.

During the first movie, when we first met Leo. In the bath scene he introduced himself using “boku” (a male pronoun). He was presented as wanting to be more boyish, and Yukinojo’s little protege. And I said OK, and I accepted this for face value. For a while.

But then about a year passed, and this CD came out.

And I went woah. This was the first point when I began to realize things might not be quite as they seemed. Leo is just straight out wearing girls’ clothing here. As oblivious as he is, nobody can be quite that oblivious.

So the whole theme of their duo song is mutual respect, and it clearly introduced for the first time the irony of Yukinojo and Leo’s relationship in that although Leo looks up to Yukinojo, in truth Yukinojo wishes he could be more like Leo because Leo is the feminine ideal he’s striving for as a kabuki actor who does female rolls.

Well okay, but the thing is.

Leo supposedly wants to be more masculine, but... but....

When he first meets Yukinojo, that’s not the reason he attaches himself to him.

Leo picks the most feminine member of the group to model his ideal after. Not someone rough like Taiga, or built like Minato. He picks Yukinojo. Yukinojo.

And that’s when you start to realize.... Nothing Leo has said has ever matched up with what his actual actions are.

Sure, he talks a lot.... but....

What has he actually done to try and become more masculine since King of Prism started?

Even when he purposely sets out to dress masculine in stories on Prism Rush (like in his initial PR story for one), he always ends up picking out feminine clothes somehow.

Although he once introduced himself using “boku” to Shin, it’s pretty much exclusively become “watashi” over time hasn’t it?

His Pride the Hero subplot was enjoying his (arguably) feminine hobby of clothing design. No masculine quest subplot there.

And we even got to the point where SSS opened with him wearing a frilly pink shirt in one episode and pigtails in the next.

The more time Leo spends at Edel Rose, a place where he is accepted, the more he slowly opens up and starts acting like himself again.

So if you’re thinking this came from nowhere, you haven’t been paying attention.

Still, I was really worrying about what was really going on inside him a lot before this episode came up. And then. Finally. FINALLY.

This episode should be seen by not just King of Prism fans. Not just Pretty Series fans. This episode should be seen by everyone.

GAHHHH I’M JUST.... SO HAPPY..............

I LOVE YOU TOO

I think just looking at these screenshots and taking it all in is making me tear up more than in the theater.

Okay so. When I saw Leo’s coord for the first time, my immediate thought was Laala’s first PR....

If you think maybe something else is a better fit though let me know.

So I actually think this score for Leo is fair. He only did two non-connecting jumps, and as this episode revealed he is the least experienced member of Edel Rose. (...Like I said before Shin... Shin is a special case........) I really like how their shows are actually accurate to what their skill level would reasonably be.

But it also just makes Minato’s higher score more of a mystery.

I love, love how this contest has progressed from year to year. Rinne -> Kazuki -> Leo -> ???

It may take us until we get to the next generation to get another winner, but someday I hope we see one....

YES this is obviously PriPara ahah but in canon it might be “Prism Land”? Ahah.

Okay, the end!

The post is over!

The end!

Why are you looking at me like that?

It’s over!

Thanks for reading!

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Okay. Since you’ve somehow stuck with me THIS FAR, I’m going to talk a little more about how this episode effected me personally and why it’s important to me.

The depiction of bullying was just so frighteningly accurate, and I feel like other people who have been through something similar would probably agree.

5th grade really is the year.

It’s right around that time when gender rolls really seem to solidify. All of a sudden lines are drawn. The girls become more girlish and the boys become more boyish.

It was around that time that I also noticed, that I didn’t like the same things that other girls my age liked. Other people noticed too.

My gender issues weren’t as profound as Leo’s, but I just wasn’t interested in things like clothes or boys yet. I still wanted to watch cartoons and play in the dirt and stuff.

Going into middle school, I also tried to pretend. But it didn’t work.

And I didn’t have any friends for a long time.

But then something happened to change that. I got more involved in music. Specifically marching band. Music and performing brought me together with a rag-tag group of people from different grades who didn’t know my past, all working together to put together a performance. That sort of activity (music, sports, etc.) builds bonds between people that surpass normal friendship. And eventually, through those sort of bonds, I found myself around people who accepted me even though I was a bit different. Gradually, I learned it was okay to be myself.

So just watching Leo make friends though prism shows.... just oh my god.... that’s me.

I kinda joked about Leo being my self insert character in King of Prism before, but man. Watching this episode. It just got so... SO much more real.

*deep breath*

*exhale*

Wow. Okay.

#king of prism #king of prism sss #leo saionji #writing this took so much out of me you won't even believe.....................#even when we get to the shin/louis episodes i don't think i'll have quite as much to say about them as i did this one

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make-it-mavis · 5 years

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The Right Thing (pt 2 of 3)

Wreck it Ralph AU 3639 words Content warnings: drugs/addiction, mentions of death Characters: Turbo, Make-it Mavis, Maribo ( @nijimarii‘s OC )

Premise: After a harrowing evening, Turbo is finally allowed to join his sick, injured, unconscious friend in her hospital room. However, said friend’s unfortunate victim pays her a visit as well, and he faces some ideas he would rather not think about.

>Part 1<

Turbo had honestly lost count of the times he had accompanied Mavis to Dr. Mario’s hospital. That girl always had a bizarre appetite for things that no one should ever ingest, and too frequently needed something removed from her stomach or some sort of poison flushed from her system. He had become so accustomed to the routine that it eventually felt like nothing but a chore.

He never considered that he might someday be confined to the hospital waiting room, legitimately unsure if she would survive the night.

After a brief, infuriating encounter with the Surge Protector, the minutes dragged at a painful rate. Too restless to sit, he paced around, idly arguing with Fix-it Felix over things he lost track of. He hated to be stuck with Felix of all sprites, but he was at least grateful for someone to distract him a bit.

That is, until someone from another game came looking for Felix, going on about some big accident that urgently needed his fixing skills. Felix was loathe to go, but swore he would be right back when the job was done, and asked Turbo to relay that promise to Mavis if she woke up before then. Apparently, it was a big job, because he did not come back.

After a lonely, anxious wait that felt like forever, Dr. Mario appeared with good news, and he was finally allowed to join Mavis in her room.

She looked worse than he had ever seen her. The hospital gown, the IV drip, the tubes and wires, that much was routine. But if not for the monitor by her bed showing her heart rate and code stability, he would have pronounced her dead on the spot. She was unconscious and breathing so weakly that she was being fed oxygen through a thin tube under her nose. There were bandages on her head, and her pixels were discolored by this sickly, hazy blue tint. He almost believed he could see right through her if he squinted. It all just sent a nauseating burn into the pit of his stomach. He could not decide just what he felt, only that it was nearly too much to handle.

As he was taking his seat next to her bed, the volunteer nurse warned him not to touch her until she reached 65% code stability, and that she would be good to leave at 75%.

It was 57% when he came in.

So he settled in for another lonely, anxious wait that felt like forever.

By thirty minutes in, Turbo had developed quite the headache. A song recording had been playing for her all night to help keep her brain active, but he felt like his own brain was slowly melting. It was just the same boring, generic instrumental refrain again and again and again.

“Can ya believe this crap they’re playin’?” he muttered to her. “I mean, is this doin’ anythin’ for ya? ‘Cause it’s sure doin’ things to me.”

She gave no response.

His jaw clenched a bit. She was fine, according to the doctor. She was very much alive, and her code was stabilizing at a steady rate. She was fine. He was just having trouble believing that, from the way she looked. The urge to lean in and try to nudge her awake was so tempting, but she was still only at 60% stability.

“Hey dumbass… You’d better be okay, y’hear me?” he said lowly, and paused. “...And if y’can hear me n’ you’re playin’ dead to be funny, I’ll kick your ass through the wall socket.”

There was no sound from Mavis, but another sound stirred him to attention. A weak, wheezing cough came from the door, and he saw someone just before they staggered back into the hallway. It was… what was her name again?

The little orange potato with a hat and feather? The one Mavis tried to throttle?

He was drawing a blank.

Whatever her name was, he was not thrilled with the fact that she had been there without him realizing. Once he heard the coughing fit finally die down, he called, “Hey, you!”

There was a pause, but her cutesy little face soon appeared, sporting a tired, regretful glare. In a raspy voice that was barely even there, she replied, “What?”

“How long were you standin’ there?”

The potato stepped fully into the doorway and folded her arms with a shrug. “I’unno, like, two seconds? I didn’t hear whatever you were mumbling, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Ah,” he smiled, “nah, I was just tellin’ Mavis here how I dropkick little spuds that like to eavesdrop.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, dufus,” she spat. “I just didn’t wanna interrupt whatever sappy garbo you were telling your sick girlfriend.”

“She ain’t my girlfriend,” he groaned tiredly, those words just sounding like noise to him by that point.

“‘Kay. Then why are you here?”

He furrowed his brow. “I’unno. She ain’t your girlfriend. Why are you here?”

The little one opened her mouth to reply, but came up short. Tapping her foot a bit, her gaze fell to the floor. “I’unno, I…” she shrugged and held a breath for a second, “...don’t know. This is stupid. Nevermind.”

She turned back to the hallway, and he heard the tiny frustrated slaps of her feet wandering away. Leaving him alone with the music and catatonic Mavis again.

“Hey, hey-- uh-- lil’ spud! Wait!” he called out.

She may have tried to call back, but all he heard was another coughing fit. After a moment, she appeared again, eyes glassy from the effort of wheezing. She looked equal parts confused and pissed.

“My name’s Maribo, you jerkwad,” she hissed.

“Whatever,” he waved his hand. “Just get in here n’ see Mavis already. I don’t care.”

Maribo looked thoughtfully at the bed, but she hesitated, anxiously squeezing her folded arm. There seemed to be an internal debate going on under that little plush-looking hat, one that Turbo had zero desire to be an audience of.

“Okay,” he said flatly, “are ya scared bitless of her now or what?”

That earned him a sharp look. “I’m not scared,” she growled, and continued to grumble as she determinedly strode into the room. The little potato was, in fact, so little that she was obscured by the bed as she came closer, but before long, a chair scooted itself a bit closer to the opposite side of the bed from Turbo, and Maribo hopped up onto it.

Once she actually saw Mavis, all the moody snark on her face seemed to run away. Turbo could not quite read the peculiar way Maribo was looking at her, but he got the impression that she would not soon forget what she saw. She was dumbstruck. In awe, confused, sort of repulsed, and a little… worried, almost.

“Yeah,” he sighed, fidgeting with his pant leg a bit. “She’s real pretty, huh.”

“Uh huh…” Maribo muttered absently. “Yeah, she’s, uh… she looks… hmm...”

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid,” he grumbled.

“Don’t call me ‘kid.’”

Aside from the annoying music and soft beeping, a long, tense silence settled between the two. The air was heavy and suffocating, so much that Turbo almost envied Mavis for her breathing aid. It took a long time of staring at Mavis’ haunting sprite before one of them piped up.

“Did she break anything, or what?” Turbo asked, just for the sake of talking.

“Huh? No, no. Just some… bruising. I feel like a million creds already,” Maribo wheezed weakly.

“Mmm,” he hummed boredly. “Yeah, well. I’unno what they did to ya here, but go bug Fix-it Felix to heal ya the rest of the way if you’re so inclined. Actually, I kinda wonder why they brought ya here at all. Your code didn’t get jacked up.” He paused. “Right?”

Maribo did not respond to that. She merely stared at Mavis, her crossed arms hugged tight to her body. It was clear that she was lost in thoughts that rode heavy on her shoulders. Once again, Turbo felt unjustly exposed to her emotional drama, but he felt too run down to even object. He just leaned his arm against the side rail of the bed and rested his chin on the back of his hand. His eyelids grew heavy quickly.

He had just fallen into a thick, muggy, half-asleep daze when Maribo’s voice snapped him out of it.

“Does this happen a lot?”

“Wh-- Huh?” he startled up a bit. “What?”

“I mean…” she still had not taken her eyes off Mavis. “Does she… Has she ever, well… attacked anyone else?”

Turbo paused to think.

“Define ‘attack.’”

Maribo slowly gave him an unimpressed glance.

“Arright, yeesh,” he half-rolled his eyes. “Uh… yeah-- well-- y’see, kinda? The gal likes to fight just for the fun of it, n’ she’s got a temper hotter than a fire flower sometimes, so, yeah, she’s thrown some punches. But this-- I mean, like this level of attack? Not so much.”

Maribo was quiet for a moment. She sat down, resting her elbows on her bent knees. “I guess I just… didn’t know she had it in her to do something like this.”

Resting his cheek on the rail, Turbo watched Maribo thoughtfully for a minute. He tapped his fingers idly against the bed sheet, debating whether or not to have that conversation. He would have been perfectly content to never go deeper than petty sass with Maribo, but… it seemed like she was about to buy into an unfair idea that too many already believed -- that Mavis was actually dangerous.

He would consider it a favor to his friend. She could owe him later.

“So, judgin’ by… everythin’ about ya,” he began with a low sigh, “I’m guessin’ ya never tried buffs before.”

Maribo cocked her head. “Buffs?”

Turbo’s brows raised. “Really? Y’don’t even know what they are?”

“Not really. I’ve heard the word before, but...” she shrugged.

“...Arright, well...” he tapped a finger against the bed and smacked his tongue. “It’s like this, kid. Y’know how, in games, there are power-ups that the Good Guy uses to do cool crap?”

“...Yeah.”

“Well, if ya take a power-up that’s not from your game, your code goes all, ‘Ahh, what the hell’s this, I ain’t built for this,’ n’ it gets all jumbled up n’ confused for a while. So ya feel some real weird crap. It gets ya high, s’what I’m sayin’.”

Maribo merely watched him, listening.

“Mavis likes ‘em,” he shrugged. “I do too. But sometimes, y’know, she goes harder than she oughtta. And… y’gotta get that buffs make ya feel, think, hear, and even see things all wacked out. If someone goes overboard, they can kinda… lose it for a bit. And, uh… I mean, I’ve seen her freak out and break stuff before, but-- well, hey, you’re roughly vase-sized ain’t ya?”

Maribo squinted. “...What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ugh,” he grunted, “what I’m sayin’ is, she wasn’t in her right mind. She could’a flipped on anybody at that point. I can pretty much guarantee that she didn’t know it was you.”

She pondered that, watching Mavis again, processing it all. “...Huh.”

“Yeah…” he muttered. “This thing that happened with you? This doesn’t happen a lot. She might be an aggravating, nasty lil’ gremlin pest, but she doesn’t wanna actually hurt anybody.”

“She was just high,” Maribo stated quietly.

“Y’got it.”

“So, was that… I mean, was that why her eyes were all…” she gestured an odd circle around her face.

“Glowing? Yeah. That’s just another fun thing buffs do.”

Maribo fell silent for a moment, just looking at Mavis with an odd sort of melancholy. There was something about it that Turbo did not appreciate. He could smell some more skewed ideas wafting around in her brain. It was hard to say just why it bothered him so much. It felt almost like a backhanded insult to him and his own tastes that one would think badly of the sprite closest to him.

“Hey,” he said sharply. “Quit lookin’ at her like that.”

Maribo shot him an irritated look. “Like what?”

“Like she’s some pitiful addict or somethin’. She doesn’t have a buff problem, she’s just--” he stopped short, an ugly cocktail of emotions bubbling in his chest. He looked at his sleeping friend, giving her a sharp stare that he hoped she could feel. Even though it was the Surge Protector that put her in the hospital, and even though Turbo would never forgive him for that, it was her own recklessness that put her in the position to be shocked in the first place. Turbo would use any excuse he could to justify his belief that she did not have a buff problem. Seeing her nearly killed for attacking another sprite while buffed out of her head was starting to change his mind a bit, and that was never a comfortable sensation for him. He did not feel ready to face all that would come with admitting she had a problem. But what else could he do? Wait around for Surge to fry her to death again?

He finished in a low, unsteady voice, “She’s got a stupidity problem.”

“Ah,” Maribo raised a disbelieving brow. “I guess you’re well equipped to diagnose that, huh?”

He glared. “Yeah, ‘cause I’m fully immersed in a culture a’ complete morons every day.”

“Has anyone ever said to you, ‘Takes one to know one?’”

“Mavis, every other sentence. You ain’t clever.”

“Maybe you just ain’t even worth the brain power to diss cleverly.”

“Nah, your hat’s just blockin’ signals to that lil’ satellite brain you got under there,” he spun his hair around his finger.

At that, Maribo hopped to her feet and grasped the bed rail. “Alright, PAL--”

Mavis’ body glitched.

Both of them startled so hard, their chairs creaked against the floor. Turbo’s heart raced as he pulled himself up close, watching for any other movement. All seemed still for a while. He slowly let out a heated breath that he had been holding and settled back into his seat, his head reeling from the emotional rollercoaster he had been riding all night. When he looked at Maribo, he found her frozen, pressed to the back of her chair, gripping the side. Her breaths came in quick and shallow, and she almost seemed reluctant to blink.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Turbo growled miserably. “I thought you weren’t scared a’ her.”

Maribo swallowed and eased up her death grip on the chair. “I’m not. She just startled me,” she rasped. Then her eyes wandered to Mavis’ vitals monitor, and her brow furrowed a bit. “Uh… did that number just go down?”

Turbo’s heart stumbled. “Down?” He read the monitor -- she was at 63%.

“Yeah, that definitely said 64% just a minute ago,” Maribo mumbled, her voice so concerned, it was almost fearful. When Mavis glitched again, she audibly gasped.

The monitor read 62%, and Mavis stirred.

Turbo immediately grasped the side of the bed, watching her take in her first deep breaths in hours. Finally, finally, she was waking up.

But there was still a third wheel present. Maribo did not look like she particularly wanted to be there anymore, but she seemed to have trouble looking away. Her eyes were just screaming with conflict. Turbo went ahead and decided for her.

“Hey,” he hissed. “Beat it. You’re gonna freak her out or somethin’.”

She gave him a resentful, offended look, but there was a sad sort of understanding there, too. “Fine by me,” she wheezed before hastily hopping from her chair and scampering for the door. To his frustration, she paused in the doorway and looked back, craning her head to get one last look at Mavis, who was starting to grunt a bit.

“Go!” he snapped in a hushed tone. “Give us some privacy, will ya?”

Maribo rolled her eyes into her turn. “Fine, fine, go on n’ kiss your sick girlfriend!”

“She ain’t my--” he stopped as she disappeared into the hallway. “Ugh, whatever.”

“T?”

Mavis’ soft, weary voice snapped him to attention. She had only turned her head, and was watching him dreamily, her pupils still glowing brightly. He wanted so badly to continue being pissed at her, because she did deserve it. But in that moment, all he could think about was how he was not sure he would ever hear that voice again hardly over an hour ago.

It took him a long time to say anything, but eventually, he managed to breathe, “Hey.”

The corner of her mouth twitched for a second. As he pulled his chair up as close to her head as he could, she looked around the room slowly. Her breathing was a bit labored, and she winced weakly now and again, but she seemed more than calm. She would not be strangling anyone for a long time.

“Hospital,” she whispered. “Uh huh… man, what’d I eat this time? I feel like crap.”

Turbo kept his hands to himself beneath the bed, fidgeting with his fingers. The anger started to bubble up in him again, but he found it hard to process just how much of it came from worry. He hoped that it would not show, but somehow, that felt impossible.

“Y’didn’t eat somethin’,” he said lowly. “Ya took somethin’.”

She looked at him and blinked slowly. “‘Kay… what the hell did I take?”

“You tell me,” he glared. “I sure hope ya had fun, because ya nearly corrupted for it.”

Mavis’ eyes just widened a bit.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he nodded tightly. “Y’almost died. For a buzz. Must’ve been real freakin’ good to risk your life over -- what was it, Mav? ‘Cause if you tell me it was GC, I’m pullin’ your plug.”

“GC?!” she tried to sit up, but her body glitched and dropped her right back down. Groaning a bit, she rubbed her brow. “I did GC?!”

“I dunno, did ya?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “No, I don’t do GC. It can’t have been. I… don’t remember taking… but… wait-- wait-- I remember that I still had…” she pushed her hand over her face, squeezing her eyes shut in thought.

“Spells,” she whispered.

Turbo let that sit for a few seconds. “...Spells.”

“Yeah.”

“Y’were doin’ Spells. Alone.”

Her hand fell. She sighed, “Yeah, I guess I was, T.”

He dropped his open palm on the bed. “Why? Why the hell would ya do that?”

Mavis pondered that one for a long while, but ultimately shrugged. “I’unno. I felt like it. So what?”

“So wh--” he stammered, gesturing to the entire room. “Whadya mean ‘So what?!’ This is a big freakin’ deal, dumbass! You’re in the hospital! You nearly corrupted-- you almost died!”

To his disbelief, she actually smiled a bit. “Yeah… it’s pretty badass, huh.”

He wanted to rip all the linens off the bed and tear them apart with his teeth. That was so typical of her to just laugh all the way through it, to blatantly disregard how anyone else might have been affected. Granted, it was something he did himself, but being on the receiving end was infuriating.

“No,” he hissed wetly, “no, Mavis, it’s not. It’s really not. Dyin’ ain’t badass. Dyin’s dead.”

“But I didn’t die,” she slurred, rolling her head to smile at him. “It’s like I’m invincible.”

“There’s a real big difference between bein’ invincible and just countin’ on bein’ lucky.”

Maddeningly, she chuckled. “Maybe Easter Eggs really are good luck charms, after all.”

Something in him snapped. “That’s not ENOUGH!” he snarled, slapping both hands on the bed as he stood, nearly toppling his chair behind him. She watched him, eyes wider than they had been, as he loomed over her.

“Luck is nothin’, Mav! What happens when it runs out?! What happens when some stupid, reckless, ‘because-I-felt-like-it’ stunt gets you killed?! What happens when ya die?! Huh?! Y’gonna just laugh that one off, too, chucklenuts?!”

Mavis glitched twice in rapid succession. Turbo froze as his words ran dry, looking down at the sick, blue-tinted girl lying in a hospital bed, and he fully realized just how much of an ass he was making of himself. There was no fear in Mavis’ luminescent eyes, at least. She returned his gaze with a numb calmness, but her pixels still shifted and flickered, and he could not help but think it was his doing.

Automatically, he checked her monitor. She flashed, and it dropped from 64% to 63%.

Trembling with adrenaline, he pulled his chair up again and slowly sat down. He had no idea what to say, so he picked the usual route and said nothing. Mavis was good at reading his silences… when she was in her right mind.

Gazing at her feet uncomfortably, Mavis pulled her arms in close over her body. As if nothing had happened, she asked miserably, “Why didn’t they give me any blankets? I’m freezing.”

He mumbled carefully, “Y’got three.”

She sighed, closing her eyes. “Freezin’ cold…”

“Y’got a button to call a nurse if you want more.”

“Nah,” she breathed, falling quickly into sleep. “Nah, just come n’...”

She was out, just like that.

Turbo sat, watching her, waiting for her to move again. He was not sure how he felt -- she needed her rest, but he did not like the feeling that he may have upset her into unconsciousness somehow. But if she were asleep, she could stabilize without his big, hideous feelings getting in the way.

He draped himself along the bed rail, resting his cheek on his arm. As Mavis relaxed, one of her hands dropped back to her side again. The sight of it gave him an urge, but he checked the monitor first.

There was only 1% to go until he could touch her.

#wreck it ralph #turbo #make it mavis #maribo #fanfiction #oc #au #'turbo handles emotions gracefully' said no one

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writtingflurries · 5 years

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Five Times I Almost Said Those Three Words and the One Time I Did (+ a bonus)

I Confusion

I can’t believe it had been two months since I had seen you. Those days felt like years and it was like rain coming down on the desert. I lay on top of you in only a shirt our desires long have sated. I look up at you and I can’t help but feel lost in the moment. A smile breaks on my face and I feel a warm sensation run through my body, as if someone flipped a switch.

“You look like you want to tell me something” You caught me staring at you and I guess I do.

“Hey, Jacob I-“ I stop myself. I later learn of the obsession I have with those three words. In that moment with the emotions at a ten I think it should be said, but don’t often think about my own feelings. Even when I don’t know this there is something that tells me not to.

“You what?” I realize I had just trailed off in the middle of the sentence

“I really missed you, and I am happy you’re here” that earns me a tightening of your arms around me

“Same here”

I wasn’t truly there I still needed time and whether you noticed it or not you let me be.

II Stupidity

“You have to drink the entire bottle before midnight or else you will be cursed for 21 years” She said as she handed me a bottle of wine. It’s the eve of my 21st birthday and Jesus how can I drink this entire bottle by myself in what, two hours? Oh lord, I thought as I started drinking. Though a skeptic I was worried it had been spoken into existence, so I started working on the bottle.

Fast forward to twenty minutes before midnight. The bottle has been empty for about twenty minutes, and after a brief period of nausea coming I am pulled into the great glories of disorientation alcohol offers. No one thought about taking my phone away and now I’m on the porch of her house with you on the phone.

“Jacob I have to tell you something but I really don’t think I should” Don’t think I should? Of course I shouldn’t this is wrong I haven’t even sorted my own feelings out, but here I was about to make a mistake maybe you’d break up with me. Whoops that would suck, but my alcohol soaked brain is too gone to process anything.

“Then don’t” It’s a simple enough request, one that stops me in my tracks.

“But I think I should”

“How about you think it over and tomorrow you can tell me”

“That sounds smart I like that idea”

The next day I was so hungover I could barley even look at the screen to text you. You didn’t let this one slide, however.

“You were about to do something reckless it seemed, do you remember? You sounded really drunk.” I did remember and boy I hoped you’d let it slide but luck wasn’t on my side this time.

“Yea, I figured it could wait till I see you next. Are you coming over to KY at any point?”

“Yea I was thinking maybe sometime in December”

III Expectation

“Lets go to bed this game is about to end and we are going to be up in the morning. We go about changing into jammies before settling in. I’m resting on your bare chest while you draw patterns and shapes on my bare back. Theres nothing sexual about it, just a need to feel skin on skin to be close.

Your promise to come in December was broken and it resulted in a fight that had me questioning everything. In January we fought again, but I ended up explaining my feelings. You realized you might need to step it up, and in the past weeks I’ve seen improvement.

I kept promising that next time I see you in person there was something important I needed to tell you, but right here right now I can’t bring up the words. Its obvious you’re waiting to see if I say it, but after everything I don’t know if I can quite yet.

So I close my eyes. And at some point you do to.

IV Nonsense

“I love you! I love you so much sooo sooo much!” I slur drunkenly. We are seated right next to each other, but you can’t hear me. In my drunken state I know that I am probably going to tell you tonight. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Maybe you’ll hear me over the blearing music and we’ll leave it at that.

“I can’t hear you what are you saying?”

“Oh that I am going to go to the bathroooooom!” I get up right as the bass drops, I drop on your laugh. I start laughing because come on, this seems to be like something out of a rom com. You give me a smile and I keep laughing and smiling, now because you really don’t know how to handle your very drunk girlfriend. However, you’re trying and that’s the most important thing to me.

I get up and go find a sister of mine to go to the bathroom with me. The line is unfortunately long, so we are forced to wait.

“Roooose I’m in looooove!” I say while we wait. “I’m going to tell him toooday” I say with a smile to which she just laughs.

“I’m happy for you sis” she says as she finishes my drink. I pout, and she begins to laugh once more.

V Determination

“Hold on before we go I need to do something first” You put the car in park for a second before giving me several kisses. I smile thinking you know what I’m about to say. I’m about to say it when you place your hand on the gear shift again. “No wait, I really have something important to say” I gave you my best serious face. It probably accumulated to nothing more than a mere pout at this point.

Its funny how I was here again many months later. My mind lost in the amazing warped reality of alcohol, but this time I knew I had to and would do it. I was sure of myself, sure of my feelings.

The thought alone made me smile “Now, drunk Stephani is going to tell you this because sober Stephani is a chicken and I gotta tell you this”

“No” you shifted the car gear “You can tell me when we get home” I pouted and crossed my arms. Maybe I should tell you anyways or may-

“Wait a second you know what I’m going to tell you aren’t you”

“Yes I do” You wouldn’t even look at me your eyes ever plastered on the road.

“Then let me say it”

“No you have to do this sober, look we’ll get home and see if you want to do it then”

Apex

I took a quick look over my phone to see you putting on your shoes

“Now I’m weak and scared” I text them back while biting my lip.

“Dooooo it”

“Now?”

“I mean he knows its coming” That he did. Last nights conversation proved as much and I can’t believe I let liquor get the hold of me one more time. In that moment I felt my heart beat start racing and my palms got sweaty.

“AHH” I text back at the indication of pure anxiety that I was feeling. Truth is this is probably the first time I say those words for the same time while meaning it. I felt like I was always pushed to say those words at first. They mean a lot, and over time I would feel it too, but this is the first time where I am sure from the start.

I heard you telling me something, but I was truly only half listening while I continued to text my motivator.

“If you feel like you are ready, which I think you are, they say it. He doesn’t need to feel the same way, but you need to come clean! Honesty is important!”

I took a deep breath.

“Jacob I need to tell you something before we go” that got your attention. “I think you know what I’m going to say, but I need to say it out loud and know that you know.” I dared looked up at you before finally building the courage.

“I love you” I take a deep breath as I set my explanation.

“I love you too” you say so nonchalantly.

“You- you do?” I hear my voice crack a bit at the end as I feel my eyes begin to tear up. You give me a small smile and pull me onto your lap. You give me a tight hug.

“Yea, why wouldn’t I?” Jesus, I don’t think you know what those words mean. There are several reasons as to why you might not be ready, why you might not even want to say it back. In this moment I realize that all my fears were for nothing. You love me, and I you, and it reassures me that no matter how hard this gets we will always make it work.

Bonus

“I think we need to break up, I just don’t honestly know where this is going” I read on and on. I smile weakly at the screen. Truthfully I saw this coming, so I am not surprised but it still doesn’t take away how upsetting this is.

“I care a lot about you, a lot, and I am not lying when I say I love you. However I understand if you really dont feel the same way” Because really how could you? Even though you said those words back then, how could you actually love me if you’re letting something like distance get in the way.

How could you truly love me if you’re willing to so easily let me go?

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear another ping come from my lap.

“I don't think I'm emotionally ready for a long term relationship where I'm not sure where it's going right now. And I obviously care about you a lot but I'm not sure if that's enough for me. I think you truly do deserve happiness; I just don't think this, nor me, is where you’ll find it.”

But who are you truly to decide that for me? Who are you to tell me where and when I will find it. I try as I might to calm down, but this is all too much.

“I will never be a prisoner to those words again” I think as I let rage consume me.

#personal writing #writing #five times #one time i did #love #I love you #personal life #ex #ex boyfriend

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franeridart · 6 years

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hi what brushes do you use to sketch/lineart?

tbh I’m pretty sure they’re the default marker and brush tools in SAI haha

Anon said:I have followed you for a long time (back in the KnB days) and I have never once regretted it. You are awesomely talented and oh so amazing and an absolute joy to see on my dash. Thank you for being you!!!

Oh my god???? You’ve been around for so long???? I think I’m gonna cry thank you so m u c h ;^;

Anon said:Okay, I feel like I'm totally missing something obvious, but why is Kiri crying in the comic where Baku is in his hero costume and pushing his fists together???

Anon said:Okay so I know you haven't drawn it in forever so I don't even know if you still even like it but I just found it so I just wanted to tell you that your bakushimanari art gives me life and it's amazing and your amazing asdfghjkl okay that's all!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m currently really focused on krbk and kmjr so every other ship involving them has sorta taken a backseat for me, but I’m definitely still shipping it!!! It’s such a good ot3, I’m glad you liked my stuff for them :D !!!!

Anon said:Hi this isn´t a ask I just wanted to say I found your blog two days ago and since then I´ve spent two days going all the 110 pages back viewing all your lovely art and it has been a b l a st (I found you through your kiribaku art because it's my otp and I'm so w e ak for it- I love how you draw them so much- I saw you did a lot of bakukamikiri in the past but now you do more kiribaku and that makes me happy lol NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT SHIP!! but yeah, love! Keep on being great!

AHHHHHHHHH thank you for taking the time to go through all of it???? I’m happy you like my stuff!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Oh my god fran i LOVE u thank u for ALL of ur art but esp that comic where bakugo is so inlove(which is most of them -again THANK U- but im talking about the most recent one like the one kiri is saying goodnight and stuff) like oh!!! Thank u thabk u thank u!!!! Thank u so much for blessing us with ur art!!! I love ur art i love YOU thank u u have my full heart 💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💓💓💗💗💗💞💞💞

I’M SO SO SO SO SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE OH MY G OD!!!!!!

Anon said:You fuckin g killed me

I swear that wasn’t the intention!!!!! D: (thank u t h o

Anon said:i might just reblog everything on your blog, your art is amazing *:･ﾟ✧

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Anon said:hihihi i just wanna let you know that your art and comics and like everything you produce here puts me in a super good mood and gives me a lot of fluffy good feels and that knowing they put you in a good mood making them is also yes good n im sorry this doesn't make sense lololol im just saying thank you for making the stuff you do it makes me and a lot of people happy n idk just means a lot i think haha n i hope you have many good days n yea

gODS thank you so much I’m so so so so glad my stuff can put you in a good mood!!! I hope you’ll have all the good days too!!!

Anon said:I love your arts so muchhhh ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ They always make my day >w

Thank youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A;

Anon said:Ahh, I just wanted to say that you're super awesome and such an inspiration!! I absolutely love your art haha, it actually got me into BNHA and the like. This is probably a mess, but I guess what I'd really just like to say is thank you for being so amazing and I hope you have a great day! :D

Ahhhh thank you so much!!!! And I’m glad I could make you decide to give bnha a shot!!!!! :D

Anon said:Jeeezzz i smile like a dork with the happy and in love comic. Dhvskdbslbxks i love the sons, and you for draw. Keep melting my heart ♡

I’m!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy you liked that one!!!! ;O; making it made me happy so knowing it can make people smile feels really good!!!!

Anon said:Ive stared at ur most recent comic for 5 hours now. Im blessed. Its so cute and wholesome

t h a n k y o u ;O;

Anon said:Your Bakushima/Kirishima fanart makes me want to fall in love 😥

MAN that’s such a nice thing to have said about my stuff!!! oh my g o d!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Frannnnnnnnnnnnnnn stop feeding the horrible hopeless-romantic gremlin inside me aaaaaaaa your art is so cute and sweet

Hahahaha why tho!! Being romantic feels good!!! :D

Anon said:AWWWW I can imagine katsukis mom knowing about his crush on little eijirou and poking fun at him so much bECAUSE THATS SO CUTE

I think she’d be more shocked about Katsuki liking anyone at all tbh hahaha

Anon said:Fran, Fran, Fran, your art gives me life cause it’s adorable and wonderful❤️ that’s it, just had to make sure you were appreciated today!

Ahhhhhhh thank you so much for the good vibes anon!!!!! I’m glad you like my things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:your childhood friends au just killed me, i am dead. i'm feeling emotional i almost cried they're so cute. i just love them sm ;o;

hECK I’m happy you liked it!!!! It’s such a comfort au for me tbh!!! ;O;

Anon said:Tbh I never even noticed that you don’t usually draw noses o.0

That’s good tbh cause I sort of try to not make it too obvious hahaha

Anon said:Oh i saw you answered an ask abt favorite ships! I'm a little sad that you don't like miritama as much anymore haha but i wanted to ask if you ship kiri//mina?

I am a FOOL how could I FORGET MIRITAMA OH MY G OD I definitely still ship it as much as I always have holy heck they’re so good

as for krmn, I definitely prefer them as friends. Well, right now I’m just really picky about my kirishima ships, lbr hahaha

Anon said:In your headcannon, does bakugo wear eyeliner (like when he's not in the hero suit)?

I don’t really have an headcanon for that! :O I think it’s not in Horikoshi’s intention to draw him with eyeliner ever, and I never draw him wearing eyeliner either, but it’s not like I mind the idea of him using it! So in general I’m like, either way it’s fine, he’s beautiful whatever he’s putting on his face hahaha

#fran answers #brush settings #gotta add this one to my faq :O #all my tools are really basic tbh #i feel like it's not even worth talking about them hahaha #anonymous

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freckliedan · 5 years

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Hi! I noticed you have they/them as your pronouns and I was just curious (because same) how I should, when it’s safe - of course- and respectful to do so, correct people when they use the wrong pronouns and also tell new people about how to address me? It’s genuinely not something awful when I’m called she/her but when I’m close enough to people, i try to bring it up. Except my issue is I can hardly manage to correct someone when they mispronounce my actual name (accidentally)..ahh. I’m shy :(

hi! i’m sorry it took me so long to answer this ask b

i don’t actually have the most experience with correcting people when they use she/her for me; the only place where i exclusively use they pronouns is here, with my closest friends, and in definitively lgbtq+ spaces? but at this point All of my closest friends use either they/them, they/she, or he/him pronouns (side note: he/him wlw i would fight and die for you), so i have a bit of practice correcting pronouns for other people?

that’s maybe the easiest way i can think of to correct pronouns-to have a person or two you’re closer with at school or work or in your family (depending on which contexts are applicable and which are safe for you!) support you by reminding other people of the right pronouns? me, my gf, and our best friend miles all work together, and miles exclusively uses they/them; they also has anxiety, so once they were ready to be out at work, we just started using they pronouns for them all the time, even in conversations with other folks. bc they weren’t always easily able to correct people! something we would do a lot is repeat back things people said that misgendered them, but with the right pronouns? so if someone said “yeah, is a really hard worker” i might say “yeah, they are” back? it’s sometimes a lot easier standing up for other people than yourself, at least in my experience.

that kinda pre-supposes you having trusted people who are good about pronouns, though! so. i think another good way to get people used to pronouns besides he and she is to use a friend as an example, if you have other friends who use they/them pronouns? like if the friend is okay with it you can discuss them or mention stories including them, and use they/them pronouns the whole time, or even be like “oh yeah, my friend so and so uses they/them pronouns bc they’re . that can kind of get people more used to they/them pronouns and give you a chance to feel out if a situation is fully safe to be out in? and you can start training people to do better with respecting your friend’s pronouns, first. (if you don’t have any other friends who use they/them feel free to send me a message sometime, b,or if that’s too scary you can just call me ur friend/use me as an example as a blogger or something!). it’s a bit easier to segway into “i also use they/them pronouns” if someone already has a frame of reference for what that means!

another good thing that can push through awkwardness is to just be aggressively normal about things? like it’s maybe even a thing you could practice while alone or with a friend you’re already out to. but like being like “hi, i’m , my pronouns are they/them!” having a friend or friends that you’re out to helps with that kind of normalization, because you can have your friends introduce themselves with pronouns, too, if it’s an option. it can work in conversation if someone misgenders you, too- like if you’re there and someone says she or her or girl or woman in reference to you, just be like “i use they,not she” or them not her (i also love unit as a replacement for boy or girl and person works as a replacement for woman or man) in a casual normal way and if they start being all apologisey and focusing it on how baaaaAaAaAd they feel being like “you don’t have to draw attention to it by apologizing, just try to do better!” i know none of that is easy to do, at ALL, but if you’e able to practice it might help?

since starting work at my practicum, I’ve discovered that in a lot of nonprofits and more progressive business settings, people have started including their pronouns in email signatures, even cis folks, to try normalizing introducing introductions that include pronouns? idk if that’s applicable to you though!

something that helped me start to be braver when i was younger - and hear me out on this! - was pretending to be not myself? like, i did a lot of theater when i was younger, that’s part of where i got the idea for like.. “acting” in situations that weren’t necessarily theater? but i also did so with a fandom spin. like, i had to get blood drawn in my senior year and it super is not a thing i like at all? and at the time i was a huge s*pernatural fan, so was like “be brave like the w*nchesters be brave like the w*nchesters you can do this” and it actually helped. sometimes when i’m trying to get past the aggressive salespeople at the mall kiosks (they’ve gotten me before i bought a lotion) i try walking like the winter soldier from marvel movies and putting off “don’t fuck with me” vibes. i was starting to get anxious during the SATs writing section and was like “it’s okay be like hermione” and like.. i don’t necessarily do that with specific characters anymore in such a strong way?

but i do still sometimes let myself lean into different versions of myself where i focus on a different trait or different version of who i am and let that be how the world sees me? at my practicum i work with a group of young lgbtq+ folks and i’m not gonna lie, i was super fucking anxious on my first day! but i leaned into my stage-manager-self and letting myself perform being confident and capable and sure of myself in a no-nonsense kind of way? stage-manager-energy for me also has slightly different body language-i stand different, i carry something to take notes on sometimes. props help sdjfklsjd. but that let me have a false confidence when first meeting these kids, and it eventually turned into real confidence? and i wasn’t being fake about who i am in a way that would eventually come back to bite me, bc it was just a stretch of the truth not a disney channel original movie disaster lie?

or like, sometimes when im feeling dysphoric or anxious about the way i choose for the world to see me i’ll wear more black than i usually do and do my best to live my truth and take comfort in the fact that dan would be proud of me. hm. i’m getting on a bit of a tangent here but it’s something that’s helped me be more confident a lot over the years? being good to myself because i know it’s what a character or person i’m a fan of or know in real life and love very much would want for me?

also something that helps for me for having hard conversations with close friends is like.. sometimes having them by text even if we’re in the same room? typing can be so much easier than talking. a format for saying that could be saying “hey, i started to use they/them pronouns online and i actually am a lot more comfortable with that than she/her, could you start using they/them for me in ?

oh also i’m fairly certain there’s probably nonbinary youtubers out there who might have better advice than me about this specific subject? my gf actually watches a lot more youtube than me - i only watch dnp, but they watch a ton of different folks including ash hardell? and from what ive seen ash might have some kind of video more helpful than my big ol ramble.

i hope some or all of this helped? it’s a tough thing that i’m still really learning to navigate for myself instead of just as a support to friends, so i’m not sure how much of this is anything at all, but i hope that something in here was worthwhile and if you ever wanna come back and chat again, on anon or off, i’d be happy to listen to you

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