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I've rapidly become obsessed with that belt, I Need to make a recreation...
#augh no time though#one of the local museums is buying folk art and seems to have zero clue what theyre looking for#and i am gonna try to sell something to them for display#but i think i need to make something first bc im really attached to all my pieces atm#so im Busy !#but i love that belt#was looking at the louvre page too they have the dimensions and all#need to study it a little closer and see if i could figure out the number of plies and if its the same in all the yarns ?#would be SO cool to do it out of naturally dyed wool#augh i need to get back to cleaning this place. i hate how busy i am i just want to sleep and make recreations of byzantine iron age belts#in peace. and maybe even play a little mined craft... is that so much to ask
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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.
Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.
We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”
“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.
Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”
It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.
While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.
Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”
Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.
I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”
And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”
I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)
I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”
Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.
Bury me now. I am done for.
I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!
It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.
And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.
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A few days later I made my way to GeekCon, feeling excited.
For one weekend every summer, the famous Casbah Gallery was completely transformed and filled with cosplayers, merch stalls, and a plethora of geeks.
I had never been able to attend in person, Copperdale was too far away, and the online pass just wasn’t the same.
The gallery shop, normally selling tickets and art prints, was now filled with comics and collectibles, snacks and toys. It was honestly a little overwhelming.
I decided to start from the beginning and looked at the MySims display. I had quite a few already, but I really wanted Violet. She was a little expensive though.
I went through my budget in my head and decided that she would be my reward when I hit 50,000 subscribers. Then I moved on to the Voidcritters.
Everyone knew Voidcritters, but it always felt a bit too much like a children’s game for me. Still, I did occasionally stream myself playing video games, and it might be nice to throw in something more casual – although few Voidcritter fans had anything resembling a casual relationship with the game.
Either way, it could get me some new viewers.
My train of thought was derailed by a guy next to me clearing his throat.
“Hi… uh, are you Jules? From DesignedByJules?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I knew I recognised you! Sorry, I’m Marten, I’ve followed you for years -“
He stopped abruptly.
“OK, it sounds super creepy when I say it like that, but I do follow your channel. Do you play Voidcritters? I’ve never seen it on your streams.”
“I’m considering it.”
His eyes lit up.
“Who are you gonna main? Please don’t say Vulpes, newbies always pick Vulpes just because it’s one of the main characters.”
“Actually, I…”
“You should go for the Earth types, everyone thinks Void is special but Earth is actually stronger if you know what you’re doing.”
“Actually, I was considering Wind. I kinda like Meduso.”
Marten wrinkled his nose.
“Wind is kinda finicky though. If you’re starting with a Common critter, you should try Nymphaea.”
He gestured to one of the decals on the wall.
“If Nymphaeas are in danger, they produce these fungal spores that invade animal hosts so they can propagate the species in a safer environment. In episode 19 there was a bunch of Nymphaea that took over a flower shop and started reproducing like crazy and Leif had to free his friends from their hypnotising pollen and relocate them to a remote nature preserve – the Nymphaea, that is, not his friends.”
“I see.”
I started moving through the shop and Marten followed, still talking at breakneck speeds as if determined to impress me. It was actually a little adorable.
“And you know how Vulpes is based on a fox and Suintor is a pig and such? Some of the fans actually believe that Nymphaeas are based on a real thing.”
“Except water lilies usually don’t have hypnotising pollen.”
“No, but what if something did? I saw this discussion on one of the fan forums once where someone claimed to have heard that there was a rare flower on Sixam that did something like that.”
“It sounds a little farfetched to me. I mean, most super powers are just made up, right?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. I guess we’ll never know where they got the idea from, none of the original creators of the show are still alive and there has been no communication with Sixam for decades. Maybe Sixam was never even real. They could have faked it all.”
I thought of the old pictures of a little blue boy in grandpa Eric’s house.
“No, Sixam is definitely real. My great-grandma went there.”
Marten didn’t seem convinced but dropped the subject.
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✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏]
“Why so gloomy, roomie?”
“I've had tapeworms that were less parasitic.”
“If you're looking for the toaster strudels, I got really high last night and ate them all.”
“I don't know how you can expect anyone else to love you when you so clearly hate yourself.”
“I pride myself on my ability to separate my professional life from my personal life.”
“I really gotta start putting my phone on airplane mode when I drink.”
“Sorry I haven't really been mingling. I get kind of awkward at parties.”
“I'm responsible for my own happiness? I can't even be responsible for my own breakfast!”
“Don't put things in my butt if you want them back.”
“Well, that was another in a long series of regrettable life choices.”
“Well, that went slightly better than the worst it could have possibly gone, so... Hooray?”
“Just like always, you're right, and everyone else is wrong. But if you don't swallow your pride, this is never gonna let up.”
“I'm not stubborn. I'm proud.”
“Is this a necessary conversation to be having right now?”
“You know what the problem is with everybody? They all just want to hear what they already believe. No one ever wants to hear the truth.”
“I want to hear the truth. I don't know if you want to tell it, though.”
“Your family will never understand you. Your lovers will leave you or try to change you. But your fans, you be good to them, and they'll be good to you.”
“No matter what happens, no matter how much it hurts, you don't stop dancing, and you don't stop smiling, and you give those people what they want.”
“People don't usually want to hang out with me after rehab. I'm really more of a before-rehab friend.”
“Morning, sleepy-pooh, you want pancakes?”
“The guest room is yours as long as you want.”
“Ahab's got a white whale to catch, baby!”
“You're not this girl's father, and you're not doing her any favors by refusing to set boundaries.”
“I get letters every day from boys telling me that I was the first girl they masturbated to.”
“You're not my dad. You're just a rugged, older man who provided me with a strong, masculine presence during my formative years.”
“I'm at a place right now where I never need to grow as a person or rise to an occasion, because I can constantly just surround myself with sycophants and enablers until I die tragically young.”
“I'm pumping out heartfelt anecdotes and witty observations left and right.”
“I really want to be here for you in your time of need, but I'm not really good with funerals or death or families or feelings or people.”
“My family made my life miserable, and then they never forgave me for leaving.”
“Well, he was a mean, sadistic alcoholic, who never supported anything I did and actively delighted in seeing me fail.”
“I'm just saying, if you can't find a way to let off some steam you're going to explode.”
“I should've known it was a waste of time to come back here.”
“Look, take it from someone with his own shitty parents; family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance.”
“The stupid thing is, even now I still just want them to be proud of me and think I did good.”
“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets.”
“This is the sweetest choking hazard anyone's ever given me.”
“This has been fun, and also an offensive display of extravagant wealth, but maybe we should call it a night.”
“Give me a bottle of something to help me forget my problems.”
“I like being around you, and I don't know if I ever told you that in so many words, so I'm telling you.”
“You are a goddamn American treasure, you know that?”
“Am I just hungover, or are you talking like a Muppet?”
“You're the one who's always been there for me, so I drank a lot more bourbon and drove over to tell you how I feel.”
“Every time something bad happens, you come running to me for comfort.”
“We're just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.”
“You know the worst part? I knew this was gonna happen and I let myself get excited anyway.”
“Uh-oh. People only say they're fine when they're not fine.”
“I spy with my little eye someone who needs to shut the hell up.”
“Here. I got you a beer. It's on the house.”
“Did you think that I spent the last 20 years on my couch just feeling sorry for myself?”
“I think I need to head off to bed, and I hope I actually wake up later.”
“You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it's never, ever going to be okay.”
“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy. Well, I know you better than anyone, and I can tell you that you're not.”
“You'd probably sleep a lot better at night if you just admitted to yourself that you're a selfish goddamn coward who takes whatever he wants and doesn't give a shit about who he hurts.”
“So... Should we talk about how you just tried to kiss me?”
“I'm not going to waste another thought on you.”
“Bad news-- I lost my driver's license.”
“Can you... Drive me everywhere I need to go for the next three months?”
“You know, with my knack for coming up with plans and your ability to hear them without contributing more than three words at a time, we make a pretty good team, don't we?”
“I was just trying to be a good friend in my own shitty, ass-backwards way.”
“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it's all gone.”
“Why is it that 90% of our conversations these days revolve around plotting sabotages?”
“Look, all publicity is good publicity.”
“I need to go take a shower so I can't tell if I'm crying or not.”
“Maybe I just need to stop expecting you to be a good person, so that way, I won't get hurt when you're not.”
“You abandoned me, and I will never forgive you for that.”
“Unbelievable. When your powers combine... You are somehow even more stupid than the sum of your stupids.”
“They see a greatness in me, and they mistake it for goodness, but I... I know there's nothing there.”
“Look, if you really want to help people, it doesn't hurt to have a little money in your pocket.”
“I kind of think all you are is just the things that you do.”
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obsessive! yandere! eddie
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mannequin! reader — PT 1
(PT 2) (PT 3)
i know.. i know it looks crazy but bare with me guys.
as always, i am new to writing please bare with me.
it all started with a dare, a stupid.. stupid dare. the hellfire club had decided to hang out at the mall together as a celebration for their campaign going so well.
they were playing truth or dare and happened to stop right in front of a womens store.
“hey eddie, i dare you to uh.. go in that store and make out with the mannequin for five seconds.” gareth said, trying to stifle his laugh.
eddie, a man of his word, went and did the dare.
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you are a mannequin, the ones that were always standing in the middle of the womens boutique’s. you had a tight baby pink dress wrapped around your body, every curve visible to the human eye.
you are placed in the front of the store right behind the glass openings, on display for everyone.
you were seen by a lot of people, some would stop and stare. others would glance and keep walking.
there was one guy that you had seen a lot, him undressing you with his eyes. he had long brown curly hair and bangs that shaped his face so well.
since the day he came to the mall with his friends, everyday he would walk pass the store and would stop and stare at you. observing you. he never bought anything, he would only come to take a long look at you.
but today, today was different. he surprised you by coming inside of the store, heading straight for the cashier.
being the unalive mannequin that you are, you couldn’t hear what the were talking about. but after about 45 seconds you saw him storm out of the store with an angered stare. you wondered what he was so angry about.
“dude.. you went again didn’t you.” gareth asked when eddie walked over and at on the couch beside him. a small nod came from him.
“you go there everyday. when are you gonna call it quits?” he threw his bag of chips at eddie’s head.
“no.” eddie said, “dude you don’t get it there’s something special about her.”
“correction. it. the mannequin is not alive. why are you obsessed with a doll that’s not real bro.”
“whatever man, you don’t get it. ever since that day, there’s been something about her that pulls me back to the store.” eddie said, frantically moving his hands around while he spoke.
he thought of different ways to try and make you his, that included trying to bargain with the cashier over you for fifty bucks.
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it was dark outside, the cashier was finishing everything up before his shift ended. he gave you a glance remembering an odd conversation he had with a stranger earlier.
“sell her to me man.”
“sir i’m sorry but this doll is not for sa-“
“one hundred bucks.”
“i can’t sir, i’d have to speak with my manager. i can’t sell things that aren’t mine.”
“just fucking give her to me!”
“i’m going to have to call security if you don’t leave.”
he didn’t know why eddie was so determined to get you, and to be quite honest neither did eddie.
of course you were beautiful but you were just a doll. he didn’t have any sexual thoughts when undressing you. the cashier had seen the whole ten yards, your thick thighs, your breast, your very oddly detailed clit..yet he felt nothing. he had finally clocked out and left.
“finally.” eddie said, a grin spreading across his face.
he ran to the door entranced and immediately began to pick the lock. “here i come baby here i come.” he said.
once he was inside, eddie looked around for you. he spotted you standing right where he had left you.
his excitement began to take over him, he couldn’t wait to see you undressed. imagining things like what your tits looked like, more importantly how big they are.
“doll..” he said, wrapping his arms around your hard as a rock waist.
his thumb lightly grazed a crossed your lips, brushing them sensually as he observed your face. the face he always saw in his dreams.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#daddy!eddie munson#eddie x you#eddie x y/n#yandere!eddie munson x reader#dark!eddie munson#eddie x reader#stranger things
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I Want to Be Santa Claus - Story Translation
[Prologue]
Ryoga: (Alright, now that practice is over, I can go see Chibisuke.)
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Ryoma: Practice ended pretty early today, didn’t it? It’s not even noon yet.
Kikumaru: Well, it’s Christmas Eve. And we’re gonna have a party tonight, it’ll be fun~
Ryoga: Happy birthday, Chibisuke!
Ryoma: Big Bro. So you remembered my birthday.
Ryoga: Of course I did. You really thought your dear older brother would forget?
Kikumaru: I’ve said it before, but I think it’s so cool that your birthday’s Christmas Eve.
Ryoma: Well, thanks for remembering. See ya.
Ryoga: Not so fast. Since it’s Christmas, let’s go pay a visit to the Christmas market.
Ryoma: A Christmas market? In Japan?
Kikumaru: I saw the commercial on TV too. Apparently it’s being held at this big park and they have stalls with Christmas food and other goodies.
Ryoga: That’s the one. The perfect way to spend Christmas, amirite?
Ryoma: Hmm. Well, I don’t have any plans after this, so I guess I can come along.
Ryoga: Great, done and done.
Ryoma: But how we do we get there from here? It’s at some big park, so it’s probably pretty far, right?
Mizuki: We’ll be able to take the train there.
Kikumaru: Mizuki. So you’re interested in the Christmas market too?
Mizuki: I am. It looks like an interesting event, so I’m planning on going with Yuuta after this.
Yuuta: They’re selling limited edition Christmas sweets and fresh roasted chicken and all this other good stuff.
Kikumaru: But what’s so special about chicken during Christmas?
Yuuta: Oh, yeah… it is just regular old chicken, I’ve never really thought about it before.
Tohno: Hey, that’s actually a pretty good point.
Kikumaru: Wha…
Tohno: People trying to make everything all festive and Christmas-y while not knowing its original meaning.
Mizuki: If you’re talking about the chicken, I already know the answer to it.
Mizuki: Since I’ll be hosting tonight’s party, I’d be able to explain it to you all, if you’d like?
Tohno: Just being a know-it-all is a bore. Why don’t you come up with something entertaining yourself?
Mizuki: Wha… excuse me?
Ryoga: Hey, now. Why are you getting so heated over Christmas?
Tohno: I just hate how half-assed it is. If you wanna liven things up and have fun, then you gotta be thorough about it.
Yuuta: Yeah… you do got a point.
Kikumaru: Yeah. It would be cool to look more into the meaning of it and enjoy it in your own way.
Kikumaru: If we went to the Christmas market, we could see and learn all kinds of things. I think I’ll invite everyone else from Seigaku too.
Ryoma: Huh, so now more people are gonna come?
Ryoga: The more the merrier, right? Well, let’s all get going.
[Episode 1]
Ryoga: This Japanese Christmas market’s a lot bigger than I was expecting.
Ryoma: There’s so many stalls. Plus the decorations are incredible, it actually looks pretty nice.
Ryoga: Right. Plus I heard the whole market is lit up at night.
Oishi: There’s some kind of outdoor stage over there too, what do they have planned with it?
Yuuta: They’re gonna be holding a Christmas concert. You can read about it on this flyer.
Mizuki: Well, well… it appears they’ll have a gospel choir and brass band performing. Maybe I’ll check it out later on.
Kikumaru: Huh? Where did Fuji and Taka-san go, they were just with us.
Oishi: The two of them decided to visit this big advent calendar on display.
Kikumaru: Advent…?
Ryoga: It’s just a calendar to countdown to Christmas.
Ryoma: It’s basically a wooden house with little drawers in it that are marked with the days until Christmas…
Ryoma: And each day you open a drawer there’s candy or other stuff inside.
Kikumaru: I see. Sounds cool.
Ryoga: They have a massive one on display, and they also have smaller ones over at this stall.
Mizuki: Ah, so this is what you’re referring to. It says it’s a sample product, but you’re still allowed to open the drawers.
Yuuta: Hm. Wonder what’s in them.
Mizuki: Well let’s open one and see, shall we.
Mizuki: So this one… has a candy inside.
Yuuta: A calendar with a different candy each day would be cool.
Mizuki: Not everything inside has to be candy, you know?
Mizuki: But regardless, it would be fun to count down the days to Christmas with one.
Ryoma: I wanna see what’s in the drawers in that big one on display.
Yuuta: Right. Maybe they’ll have these giant candies.
Ryoga: You wanna go check it out, too?
Kikumaru: Oh, well there’s some other stalls I wanna check out, so I’ll catch up with you guys later.
Oishi: I’ll go with you too.
Ryoga: Gotcha. Welp, see ya.
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Oishi: What did you want to see?
Kikumaru: Tree ornaments. There’s a tree at the camp that hasn’t been decorated yet.
Kikumaru: I talked with the staff and they said I could decorate it if I bought the ornaments.
Oishi: Oh, yeah? There’s a stall right around here that’s selling all kinds of them.
Kikumaru: Oh, so there is. Here’s some ball ornaments, and some holly ornaments.
Kikumaru: But they’re all pretty basic, aren’t they? It’s gonna be hard trying to pick out ones I actually like~
???: See, I knew you guys weren’t putting any thought into it!
Oishi: Wha…
[Episode 2]
Tohno: See, I knew you guys weren’t putting any thought into it!
Oishi: Wha…
Omagari: Sheesh. You yelled so loud I thought something happened, but you were just calling out to those middle schoolers.
Tohno: Well I couldn’t just stay quiet and let those halfwits half-ass what they’re doing.
Tohno: If you’re gonna celebrate Christmas, then it’s only right that you celebrate it thoroughly and with its original meaning in mind.
Kikumaru: I’m trying, but… do the decorations have any meaning?
Tohno: Holly was used to ward off evil, and ornaments represent an abundant harvest.
Tohno: There’s always meaning and protocols in the things you prepare for this. If you don’t follow those protocols, then you can’t call them Christmas decorations.
Kikumaru: So, I guess that means we should stick with the status quo. But I was wanting unique decorations…
Oishi: Well, yeah… but maybe you could make the basic decorations look unique by using different colors?
Kikumaru: Different colors…
Tohno: Hey, now that’s a good idea!
Oishi: Oh… thank you very much.
Tohno: But you have to be smart when using different colors too. It’s become a whole lot harder now, hasn’t it~?
Tohno: But you’re the one who raised the bar on yourself, so that’s on youuuuuu!
Kikumaru: Nice going Oishi, you’ve raised the bar…
Oishi: No, I was just making a suggestion…
Tanegashima: Hey-o. I’ve got meat pies.
Tanegashima: Oh, there’s middle schoolers here too. Looks like everyone’s gettin’ merry on Christmas Eve~☆
Omagari: Was the stall crowded?
Tanegashima: It isn’t now. That tree over there’s starting to light up, so it looks like people are flocking in that direction.
Omagari: That one there? It does glow beautifully, even during the daytime.
Tohno: There’s a toy soldier hanging from the tree. They’ve got pretty good taste, don’t they?
Tanegashima: I’m pretty sure that’s just a basic decoration, but you really like it?
Tohno: I think it’d be great inspo for an Execution! I’m gonna take a closer look!
Omagari: Man, doesn’t matter what he sees, he’s always thinking of executions. That figures.
Tanegashima: Atsu’s very committed, especially when it comes to his Executions. He’s always got his antenna up.
Oishi: True… that must be why he said Christmas should be celebrated thoroughly.
Tanegashima: Yeah, maybe so. Or he’s just the type of guy who wants people to put in the effort with what they’re doing.
Kikumaru: Yeah, true…
Kikumaru: Well, let’s put in all the effort we can then. We’ll pick out decorations with creative colors.
Oishi: Yeah. Let’s do it.
[Episode 3]
Yuuta: These chocolate strawberries are so good!
Mizuki: They said these chocolate-covered apple desserts are exclusive to this market as well.
Mizuki: There’s many families visiting here as well. This certainly does seem to be an event that can be enjoyed by people of all ages.
Yuuta: Yeah. It is Christmas after all, I even saw some kids buying gifts.
Mizuki: That’s right, there will be a gift exchange at tonight’s party, have you gotten anything yet?
Yuuta: I haven’t yet. I’ve been checking out all the stalls, but I don’t know what to buy.
Mizuki: Why don’t you try getting something you would be happy to receive?
Yuuta: Mmm… for me, that’d be sweets. Maybe we can check them out?
Mizuki: Of course. There’s a sweets stall right around the corner, let’s go check it out.
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Ryoma: They’re doing another street performance over there. Juggling this time.
Ryoga: Wow. I still think the clown walking on stilts was pretty cool, though.
Ryoma: Hm…? They’re selling socks over here. They look a little big, though.
Ryoga: A little. But with your size Chibisuke, you could fit your whole body into one, huh?
Ryoma: Don’t treat me like a kid.
Ryoga: Kakaka. I’m just kidding.
Ryoga: But stockings do take me back.
Ryoma: What do you mean?
Ryoga: Back in the US, we’d put letters in our stockings asking Santa for gifts.
Ryoga: I thought we could spend Christmas together like we did back then. It’s been so long, though.
Ryoma: What’s wrong. You’re getting all deep all of a sudden.
Ryoga: Mm. Yeah, maybe?
Ryoga: If there’s anything you want, just let me know by the end of tonight.
Ryoga: I’ll let Santa know too.
Ryoma: Are you treating me like a kid again?
Ryoga: Hey, now. Santa only visits good kiddos, remember?
Ryoga: C’mon, let’s go check out the other stalls.
Ryoma: Hey, don’t pull me…
Ryoma: Jeez, you’re a handful, Big Bro.
[Episode 4]
Kintarou: Hey, hey! Why don’t they sell any takoyaki~?
Chitose: Kin-chan, this is a Christmas market, they’re not gonna have takoyaki everywhere like Osaka.
Ishida: But the octopus is red and the seaweed’s green. They could sell it as Christmas colors.
Chitose: Well, that is one way to look at it. Maybe they do sell it somewhere.
Chitose: Let’s browse the stalls while we look for some takoyaki, okay?
—
Kai: Hey, Rin. That scarf looks so thick and fluffy and warm.
Kai: …Huh, he’s gone?
Chinen: He left to go get something to drink.
Chinen: …Wait, Kei-kun’s not here either.
Kite: He went to the stalls over there to purchase some hot food.
Kai: Everyone’s all over the place.
Kite: You can’t control what other people want to do.
Kai: Whoa, they have a plush toy shaped like a tree. How cool.
Chinen: They’ve got all kinds of Christmas costumes too. I’m gonna look for a black Santa suit in the sale cart.
Kai: Black Santa suit?
Chinen: Fufu… I wanna be a black Santa that’ll scare all the naughty little children.
Kintarou: Huhhh! Mister, you’re gonna be Santa?
Ishida: A black Santa costume, that’d be a cool way to change things up.
Chitose: There is a party tonight, maybe I should look for something too.
Kite: Oh, so you’re all here too.
Kintarou: If you’re gonna be Santa, then please give me a present.
Chinen: Yes, right… if you’re a good little boy, then I’ll give you a present. But if you’re a naughty little boy, then I might take you away somewhere.
Kintarou: I’m a good boy!
Ishida: That’s right, Kintarou-han’s been working real hard in tennis.
Chinen: Yes, yes, I see. Alright, then I’ll give you one of the cookies I just bought.
Kintarou: Yay! I got a present!
Kite: You certainly are kind for a black Santa.
Chinen: That’s because he wasn’t a naughty child. I’m saving the scares for the naughty children… fufu…
Kai: Well I’ve been a good boy too, so does that mean I get a present?
Kite: And just what makes you believe that? Once you’ve made up for all the times you were tardy, then you can talk.
Tanishi: Hey, guys! There’s these huge sausage kebabs over here!
Kai: Whoaa, those look so good. I’m gonna go buy one too.
Kintarou: Sounds great. I’ll go have one too!
Kite: So carefree… the lot of you.
Chitose: But it’s Christmas, so it’s good to have fun. These happy vibes are actually pretty nice.
[Episode 5]
Ryoga: Here, Chibisuke. I bought you some hot chocolate, this should warm you up a little.
Ryoma: Thank you. Looks good.
Ryoma: Whew… whew…
Ryoga: Too hot?
Ryoma: I just don’t wanna burn my tongue.
Ryoga: Oh snap, that is really hot. I’ll let mine cool off too.
—
Ryoga: By the way, have you seen anything you liked at the stalls?
Ryoma: Nope… Why?
Ryoga: I already told you. I’m gonna tell Santa what you want.
Ryoma: This joke again. You’ve been teasing me all day.
Ryoga: (He thinks it’s a joke? Man, this kid…)
Krauser: Ryoma, Merry Christmas!
Ryoma: Merry Christmas. So you came with them, Krauser.
Yagyuu: He saw the ad of this place on the TV and invited me.
Niou: I came along since there’s stuff I wanted to buy, but this place is actually pretty nice.
Krauser: So you came with your brother, Ryoma. I’m jealous that you’re able to spend Christmas with your family.
Ryoma: Really? We just happened to be around each other today.
Ryoga: Oh, c’mon, quit lying. You know you chose to stick with me.
Niou: How about you try some of this magic gum? Eat this, and it’ll make you honest in no time.
Krauser: I tried it earlier and it made me very honest. I highly recommend it!
Yagyuu: Uh no, it’s snapping gum…
Krauser: Yagyuu-san, you ruined the prank.
Ryoma: Yeah, I’m gonna pass on that then.
Niou: Aw man, you’re no fun.
Ryoma: Heh… you’ve got a ways to go.
Ryoga: (…Chibisuke’s looking like he’s having fun.)
Yagyuu: By the way, there’s a Christmas concert being held soon, will you be going?
Ryoma: It’s an outdoor stage. It’ll probably be too cold to just sit still and listen to the performance.
Niou: I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Apparently there’s heaters placed at the foot of the seats.
Ryoma: Huh, it shouldn’t be too bad then… Okay, let’s go.
Ryoma: Hey, get a move on, Big Bro.
Ryoga: Hey, hey, don’t just leave me behind.
Ryoga: (I was hoping I could find out what gift he wants.)
Ryoga: …Being Santa isn’t easy.
[Episode 6]
Ryoma: They had so many singers, they were all extraordinary.
Ryoga: That choir was legit, wasn’t it. They performed the usual Christmas songs but their take on them was pretty refreshing.
Krauser: I was surprised to see a koto being played with the brass band! It was very Japanese!
Yuuta: Whoa… the wind’s strong…
Mizuki: Now that we’re away from the heaters, it’s going to feel extra cold.
Tohno: Huh? How pathetic, you’re shivering so much over this?
Ryoma: So you watched the concert too, senpai.
Tohno: Their performance wasn’t that bad to listen to.
Mizuki: It was a very nice concert. The music was superb, but the host’s presentation was excellent as well.
Krauser: He also shared a lot of knowledge about Christmas. It was very interesting.
Mizuki: I learned methods on livening things up with conversational skills and when to take breaks for tonight’s party, it was very informative as well.
Ryoma: Oh that’s right, you are hosting tonight’s party, huh.
Mizuki: Yes, I even prepared a script as the host that I’ve been working on as we speak, I intend to hold a fun party.
Tohno: That sounds great!! I’m looking forward to it, okay?
Mizuki: Oh…
Tohno: Well you said it yourself, you’re putting in the effort as a host, so everyone at the camp should at least get excited over that.
Tohno: But if you end up letting us down, it’s not gonna be pretty.
Mizuki: …Yes, of course, I understand.
Yuuta: Mizuki-san… I’m rooting for you!
Mizuki: Worry not, I will ensure that it will be a fun party.
Mizuki: …It will, it absolutely will.
Ryoga: Not getting a lil’ nervous, are you?
Mizuki: As if I would. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must finish the preparations for tonight.
Yuuta: Oh, I’ll head back with you. I think I’ve seen enough of the market.
Tohno: I should head back and do one last checkup on some things.
Krauser: What will you two do now?
Ryoma: Why don’t we head back too, Big Bro? It’s getting really cold again.
Ryoga: Yeah… I’ve still got things I wanna do. You can go on ahead without me.
Ryoma: Oh…
Ryoga: Alrighty… time to start working as Santa.
[Episode 7]
Clerk: Thank you very much.
Ryoga: …Okay, got it.
Ryoga: (Chibisuke said he didn’t want anything… but when we were together, he kept staring at this.)
Mouri: Oh, hey.
Kabaji: Good evening.
Ryoga: Oh, it’s kinda weird seeing you all together.
Ochi: We just happened to run into each other at the moment.
Mouri: Did you come to buy Christmas presents?
Ryoga: I actually plan on becoming Santa. Don��t tell anyone else what I bought, please.
Atobe: I see, so it’s a secret gift.
Ryoga: Well, yeah. You guys buying gifts for other people too?
Ochi: Mouri gave me a gift this morning, so I came here to return the favor.
Mouri: It was just a lil’ something to express my gratitude, I didn’t mean to make you feel obligated.
Atobe: I’m getting gifts for all of my club members at the camp.
Atobe: Right, Kabaji, show me the list of what everyone wants.
Kabaji: Right.
Ryoga: That’s nice, so they told you directly what they wanted.
Ryoga: I couldn’t get a straight answer, so I had to pick one I thought they’d like.
Ochi: But if you chose it yourself then that means you put thought into it, right.
Mouri: Yeah, plus I think it’d be a nice surprise.
Ryoga: But if they end up not liking it, I’m gonna be really upset.
Kabaji: When it comes to gifts, I believe people are more happy that you got them something rather than what you got them…
Atobe: Heh, that’s a good point.
Ryoga: Yeah, I get that… I hope that’ll be the case for this.
Kabaji: Why not write a letter and include it with your gift?
Mouri: There you go. A letter would be a great way to express your feelings directly.
Ryoga: That would be a whole lot better than just giving them a present. I’ll give it a try.
Ryoga: I wonder if they sell any stationery around here…
Ryoga: …Oh, I found some good ones.
[Episode 8]
Ryoma: Man, where did Big Bro run off to…
???: Ho-ho-hooo!
Ryoma: …
Ryoma: …Was that your Santa impersonation?
Ryoga: Yep, pretty much.
Ryoga: I told you you could go on ahead without me, but it looks like you stayed just to look for me.
Ryoma: Yeah, ‘cause you just disappeared and I thought something was wrong.
Ryoga: Everything’s fine, I told you there was some things I wanted to do, didn’t I?
Ryoga: But I’m sorry if I made you feel lonely.
Ryoma: I didn’t feel lonely…
Ryoga: I bet. ‘Specially since you got all these nice friends around you, huh.
Ryoga: I was really glad to see you smiling and having a good time with them earlier today.
Ryoma: Why would you be happy to see me smiling?
Ryoga: Because you’re my little brother, of course I’d be happy to see you happy.
Ryoga: I also figured you’d be fine with me being gone since they’re here, too.
Ryoma: Well, I guess being with them is pretty nice.
Ryoma: But you’re alright to hang out with too, Big Bro…
Ryoma: It feels a little better to have you around than not… Just a little, though.
Ryoga: Aw, what a cute thing to say.
Ryoma: Yeah, never mind. I can’t with your jokes.
Ryoga: I’m being serious here. You little fart~
Ryoma: Can you stop… Quit messing up my hair…
Kikumaru: Oh, there he is. Shorty!
Fuji: You’ll be late to the Christmas party if you don’t head back soon, you know?
Ryoga: Ah, it’s about time now, huh.
Ryoma: …Achoo.
Fuji: Fufu, it’s gotten pretty cold too.
Kikumaru: They were giving away these hand warmers for free. I have some more, so you can use them.
Ryoma: Thanks.
Fuji: Take one too, senpai.
Ryoga: Oh, thank you.
Fuji: …Huh, it’s snowing.
Kikumaru: Huhhh. The forecast didn’t mention it was gonna snow.
Ryoga: But seeing all these lights with the snow sure is beautiful. It’s cold, but maybe it’s lucky that we got to see this.
Ryoma: …Yeah. I’m glad we didn’t leave yet.
[Episode 9]
Mizuki: Now, let the party commence. Everyone, please raise your glasses of juice.
All: Merry Christmas! …And happy birthday!!
Ryoma: Wha… how’d you all know it’s my birthday?
Kikumaru: Senpai had spread the word about it. We may as well celebrate them together, anyway.
Ryoga: The more people celebrate, the better, right?
Ryoma: Can’t you just mind your own business… well, it’s fine.
—
Mizuki: —All right, we will now begin the gift exchange.
Mizuki: Exchanging gifts during Christmas time is said to be a custom born out of feelings of mutual consideration for each other.
Mizuki: So let us celebrate this Christmas gracefully, and share our compassion with others.
Tohno: SURPRISE!!!
Oishi: Senpai…?
Mizuki: …Oh, what is it?
Tohno: I’ll take it from here. Not that you’re a bad host or anything, you seem to know what Christmas is all about and have done a good job livening things up.
Mizuki: Nhm. Why, I’m honored.
Tohno: But I wanna spice things up a bit. I’m gonna turn this little gift exchange into an official competition!
Mizuki: What… a competition…?
Tohno: Everyone will draw numbers and choose their gift in numerical order. The catch is that the even numbers can steal a gift from another person.
Kikumaru: That’s different, but it sounds interesting.
Mizuki: But, weren’t you the one who had said that it’s important to hold these events while knowing its original meaning? Does this not contradict that statement?
Tohno: This kind of competition is popular in Europe and the US. Besides, it’s still a gift exchange.
Tohno: Look here, these are the numbers you’ll draw that’ll decide what order you’ll pick the presents.
Tohno: And these extra slips are a little gift from me…
Tohno: They’re “Execution Test Subject Tickets”. This is a perfect time to use them!
Oishi: E-Execution test subject…!?
Tohno: I’ve hidden some of these tickets in the presents. Whoever ends up with one will get executed.
Tohno: It’s one of the best surprises you’ll ever receive. Hyaahyaahyaah!!
Mizuki: E-Excuse me!?
Kikumaru: That’s not good… if we choose a gift that has one of those tickets in it, we’ll get executed!
Ryoga: Haha, how fun!
Oishi: Huh…?
Ryoga: It’s a big surprise, but you may as well have fun with it, right?
Ryoma: I won’t care if I end up with one of those execution tickets. I’ll just get my revenge on him.
Kikumaru: Oh, really? You guys really are brothers~
Mizuki: You certainly are brave. Very well, as the host, I will brace myself and join the fun.
Mizuki: Now… let the gift competition commence!
[Episode 10]
Mizuki: Everyone, this concludes tonight’s entertainment. Please continue to enjoy your meals and merriment to your heart’s content.
—
Tohno: Keh, the surprise I worked so hard on got ruined…
Mizuki: So it did, all of the upperclassmen ended up with your execution tickets…
Mizuki: But today is the Holy Night of mercy, so why not spend the rest of Christmas Eve peacefully?
Tohno: Hmph… well, I guess I can just give ‘em all a good beating later.
Oni: Hey, that apple pie you like so much is about to run out.
Tohno: Huhh? Please, I’m gonna get some regardless.
Mizuki: *sigh*… I am utterly exhausted…
Kikumaru: Nice job. Big surprise aside, you made it a lot of fun, Mizuki.
Mizuki: It’s only natural that my skills would produce a fun party.
Kikumaru: Nyahaha. Of course, Mizuki.
Kikumaru: Oh, yeah. I’m gonna check out the gift I got.
Kikumaru: I’m happy to see all this candy in here. But what do you even call this thing…?
Oishi: It’s a Christmas Boot.
Kikumaru: Oh, yeah, that is a fitting name.
Oishi: Wow, there’s a snowman cookie in there too.
Kikumaru: You want some? Okay, I’ll share it with you, Oishi~
—
Ryoga: Looks like Christmas Eve’s almost over. Feels like the whole day just flew by.
Ryoma: It does. With going to the Christmas market and this party…
Ryoma: Oh yeah, I know I’m a day late for this. But happy birthday, Big Bro.
Ryoga: Oh wow, the birthday boy just congratulated me. Thank you.
Ryoma: Also, thanks for inviting me to the Christmas market today. It was actually kinda fun.
Ryoga: That’s good. I’m glad.
—
Ryoga: (Okay… is Chibisuke fast asleep?)
Ryoga: (Good… sleeping soundly. I’ll leave his present here, then.)
Ryoma: Mm…
Ryoga: (Crap, is he waking up?)
Ryoma: Big Bro… let’s go to this stall next…
Ryoga: (What the, he’s talking in his sleep. Must be dreaming about today.)
Ryoga: Merry Christmas… and happy birthday, too.
The following morning—
Ryoma: A present and Christmas card…? Is this…
Card: “Santa brought you a present, Chibisuke! I hope you like it.”
Card: “I’m glad I got to spend Christmas Eve with you again.”
Ryoma: Heh… typical, Big Bro.
[Epilogue]
The day after Christmas—
Mizuki: We’ll store these decorations away in this box. Please do not mix any of them up.
Kikumaru: Huhh, I won’t be able to tell the difference. You’re gonna have to label them with magic marker or something~
Mizuki: Just pay attention to the size of the decorations inside, please. We’re sorting them by size.
Tohno: Hey, I already took care of the decorations over there.
Kikumaru: Thank you very much, senpai.
Tohno: I’m not gonna rest until all this stuff’s been taken care of.
Kikumaru: Wow, so thorough.
Kikumaru: And that surprise on Christmas Eve really had us on the edge of our seats, even though it was kinda scary.
Mizuki: Yes, it was. Although it was unexpected, it did make things a lot of fun thanks to you.
Tohno: Kuukuku! Is that so?
Tohno: Maybe I should keep it up and try doing something interesting for New Year’s too, eh?
Tohno: Like maybe we could use actual bodies as the hagoita, and ring in the New Year with screams around the camp, and instead of a happy face in fukuwarai we could do one of anguish…
Mizuki: It’s still too early to be thinking of New Year’s… let’s prioritize cleaning up after Christmas for right now.
—
Ryoma: Hah…!
Ryoga: Yo, Chibisuke. You’ve been really going at it with that wall since this morning.
Ryoga: So you’re already out of the Christmas spirit?
Ryoma: Yep. I wanna become even stronger.
Ryoga: It’s always about aiming for the top with you.
Ryoga: That competitive streak hasn’t changed since you were a kid.
Ryoma: Well yeah, I’m not gonna lose to anybody… including you, Big Bro.
Ryoga: Oh-ho, is that right.
Ryoma: How about I show you just how strong I’ve become. Let’s have a serious match today.
Ryoga: …Whoa there. I hate to break it to you, but I’m gonna hold off on that for now.
Ryoga: But if it’s just some simple smackin’ the ball, we can do that all you want.
Ryoma: Tch… whatever.
Ryoma: Alright, let’s take it from here.
Ryoga: Heh… you got it.
[STORY END]
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IT WORKS NOW eeeee yay thank you so much!!!!! this made me so emotional (in a good way!)!! i just cannot tell you how honoured i am that you did this for one of my stories like.....i genuinely don’t even have the words to describe how incredible that is and how lucky i am to have you here with me. thank you so much for sharing this with me, i will cherish it so very much ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
my thoughts on each song beneath the cut!!!
family tree - ethel cain
i totally see what you’re saying here!!! ugh god i love ethel cain so much, her music is just so perfect for so much of my work in terms of vibes and atmosphere yk what i mean??? so i was so glad to see that u included her here!!
demolition lovers - mcr
there’s a dozen reasons in this gun has got to be one of my favourite lyrics ever, wow!!! but also, i loved the whole last minute or so of this song!! i know that’s where the lyrics you selected are from, but i just feel like that entire final verse describes the trajectory of dabi and reader’s relationship??? from their first meeting to that last scene with keigo in the hospital.
i would die for you - in this moment
okay, YES. yes, i completely get what you mean LMAO. just that ravenous, all-consuming, downright obsessive love, us against the world type, those who continuously swallow each other whole just to spit them back out again and repeat the entire process. loved it so much <33 VERY dabi x reader!!!
voodoo doll - the funeral portrait
oof okay this song hit so hard it made me sob. as i’ve said before, tag you’re it is a very personal story to me, having grown up with and lived with (and been parented by) addicts for my entire life. because, honestly, addiction doesn’t just hurt the user, it hurts everyone who cares about the user, too. i’m not gonna go too deep into that but i loved everything you had to say about this song and i agree with you one million percent, you hit the nail right on the head!!!
life vest - the material
okay let me just take a moment to bask in the fact that the motel scenes are your favourite because i worked SO insanely hard on those scenes LMAO <3 two bodies with one beating heart oh i love love love this. but yeah!!! at that moment in the story especially, dabi is her life vest; for the majority of their time there (right up until the end) he discards his manipulation and casts off his selfishness and allows himself to just be with her, to be there for her, for completely selfless reasons, because he truly does love her. it is a crucial point in their relationship!
tears don’t fall - bullet for my valentine
ooooh yes okay!!! one of the lyrics that really stuck out to me in this song is there’s always something different going wrong / the path i walk’s in the wrong direction because it feels very keigo, especially since he was the golden boy who fell from grace, essentially. adding onto your selection of lyrics, the her conscience calls the guilty to come home also kind of reminded me of the guilt reader feels for leaving keigo, and how that guilt kind of repeatedly calls for her to come back to him, sometimes in the form of keigo himself.
everybody sells cocaine - motionless in white
holy fuck i LOVED this song!!! and you’re SO right, btw!!! dabi is constantly tempting keigo, taunting keigo, ‘testing’ keigo in the most twisted, unfair ways ever. i don’t even have anything to add, i just agree with you wholeheartedly.
jupiter - flower face
omg yes this is VERY dabi x reader during their budding relationship in part one especially. also, these silly games we play / stupid ways to make you stay / my heart’s split open on display / i can’t wait another day pretty much encompasses them fully <33 also also, rly loved the lyric it must be holy to feel something so pure makes me think of dabi as he initially starts to truly fall in love with her—real, pure, sincere! okay i just got to the end of the song and tbh, i think there’s even an argument to be made here for part two as well, and the way their relationship progresses, the concept of home, etc.
luna - wisp
feeling u hardcore on the chest aching with this song. it’s just the melody, you know??? it feels so infused with raw emotion. this one also kind of reminds me of the sex scene in part one AHAHAHA but that’s more due to how hazy and fragmented reader is <3
bottles - the material
oh yeah, for sure! alcoholism is still substance abuse, and it is still addiction. oof this is another one that made me like, super emotional. just rly struck a chord!! i love everything you’ve pointed out here, and i also love how the chorus (in particular the lyrics those bottles are everywhere / and i can’t be everywhere / to keep them from you) reminds me so much of how reader feels towards keigo’s addiction for the majority of the series; she so desperately wishes to save him from himself, she so desperately wants to help, to be useful, but she truly cannot be everywhere cataloging all of his actions all of the time
aaaah WOW sleepy!!!! incredible playlist, thank you again for sharing it with me and the rest of us here on inkykeiji!!! your selection of songs and the order in which you curated them was just genius, i am so blessed to be able to experience this <333
#so so so good#i feel like you understand the series SO well#and i think the fact that some of these songs made me seriously emotional just speaks volumes to how well you got the story#and possibly how hard it hit with you as well#aaaah i just want to keep saying thank you hahaha#this was such a treat sleepy!!! i am going to be listening to this playlist like all day tomorrow ehehehe#i hope you have a splendid week sweetpea#pls stay safe and drink ur water <33#💤.anon#clari gets mail#tag universe
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let the record show that FALLON AMARIN was read their rights before the interview proceeded. FALLON AMARIN DID NOT CHOOSE to proceed with a lawyer present at their discretion.
spidery fingers crawled underneath the approaching-shoulder cut of fresh blackened hair, palming a '13' permanently stenciled into the back of fallon's neck under the guise of alleviating an ache borne of agitation for the current setting. incidentally, she had only ever stepped foot inside a police station in order to usher another out — now it seemed her luck had finally run dry.
please state your legal name for the record.
the urge to bite was only abated by the faces of the investigators ( two of them, sure to be more ) as they loomed over her seated stature. don't you already know who i am? merely became, "fallon amarin. no middle name."
can you account for your whereabouts on the evening of june 10th, 2023?
a shrug, momentary lapse of a tongue running over teeth. she tossed her head in the direction of the case file on their side of the brutalist-styled table that she presumed already had records of her whereabouts. "probably working. take your pick: the black dog motel or the scaredy cat club's liquor store. then home."
why did you volunteer to join in on providing supplies for the search parties? do you have a personal connection with ms. cho-iverson?
arms crossed defensively, earthen eyes fluttering up at the faces she would surely forget after this was all over and done with. "what, you think i did it? i don't know this chick from the next asshole on the street. i helped out in any way i could because there was finally something to do about the shit your sorry excuse for a 'serve and protect' force keeps failing to prevent. even your search parties wound up with injuries — should've been your overfunded and under-skilled fuckers out there!"
ms. amarin, are you aware that you have eyewitness accounts placing you on the scene for the past six months that anchorage has recorded harrowing events?
hands flew into the air in a display of utter disbelief, one falling to slap the table with a crack of skin that unfortunately did not serve to flinch either of the investigators. "no shit, i fucking live here. you gonna interrogate the rest of anchorage with that astounding evidence? jesus..."
can you explain the presence of your creation that won the competition last december, found at the scene of the crime on december 31st, 2022? we have reason to believe that you crossed paths with ms. cho-iverson on the scene.
it was as though they plucked a taut, exposed nerve just to toy with fallon. synapses were fast, and she recognized that her spare second of hesitance trying to regain her composure looked suspicious. it wasn't her fault. they were staring at her for too long, they weren't even blinking. there were sure to be more spectating behind the two-way mirror, and she had to keep from glancing over her shoulder at them. "someone's fucking with me. i made that stupid snowman because i thought it'd be funny to scare kids at the competition. i have no clue how it ended up at the winery — and if you saw how i was dressed, which i'm sure you did, it wouldn't have made sense for me to bring it. it would've been messy, i would've been too cold, and—" shit shit shit SHIT. she said too much. she opted out of a lawyer because she didn't need to defend herself. she did nothing wrong. ( this time. ) but she wasn't a rat, not in the sense of selling out the people she cared about. yet, she slipped up with no one to stop her, and she looked between the two investigators honing in on that fact. "— i was with someone. when it all went down. occupied. but you're not gonna get a name out of me because you're not going to bring her into this. if you fucks are going to pin this shit on me, you're not going to put this on her."
your landlord has informed us you've been largely absent from your apartment since the incident on december 31st. is there something we would find there if we searched the premises?
"a dog i've rehabilitated that will still bite your dick off if i'm not there. and i swear to whatever, if you kill my dog, i will sue your asses personally until you've got nothing left." that was good, threatening a lawsuit. it was better than what her gut usually went with: promising murder. but there was a bigger problem dawning in the recesses of her mind. cerberus aside... there was plenty they could discover if they got the warrant. none that would lead them to the current murder, of course. however, copious amounts of drugs both personal and with intent to sell through the gang's dealers, illegal weaponry, and random stolen goods cyrek trusted to her discretion would be more than enough to put her away.
a picture is presented from the crime scene of a crude drawing in the victim's blood, a rat holding a knife in its mouth: can you confirm this is identical to a tattoo of yours listed as an identifying mark in your medical records?
leaning forward as the glossed photo slid into view, fallon swallowed. there was no point in lying. they made the point they had medical records irrevocably stating her tattoos. and it did look eerily similar to the one atticus had done on her right hip in about the size of a palm. all she did was nod.
on the evening of june 10th, were you intoxicated with illegal substances or dangerous amounts of alcohol when you were seen leaving the seal harbor apartments?
sitting back in her chair, fallon shrugged again, still swallowing thickly around the implications placed against her. "no." at least, not intoxicated with dangerous levels. "not when leaving the apartments. i do like to have a couple beers after work." with a bump of coke in the bathroom.
we've obtained a warrant on reasonable suspicion that we are entitled to a blood test for drugs and alcohol in your system, and we'd like to obtain a urine test as well. depending on the results of the tests, we'll proceed from there. we'll also be confiscating the weapons and illegal contraband we found. this concludes our interview.
the last thing fallon wanted to do was act nonchalant. briefly, a vision flitted in her frontal lobe of leaping from the table and strangling these deadbeats, teeth gnashing like a cornered wolf set free and prepared to rip them asunder. in reality, she rolled her eyes and sighed, waving a hand as if their information was all complimentary and pointless.
on the contrary... she knew she was done for.
#( anchor event — death makes great tv pt. ii of ii. )#death mention tw#drugs tw#drug addiction tw#local bitch gets her just desserts lmaooo
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whumptober day three!
No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”
tws: stabbing mention, torture themes, captivity, creepy whumper, noncon bath mention (nonsexual) (it's all written in a journal so it's more whumpee thinking about the things than them happening in real time)
2100 words
August 16
Whumper doesn’t make mistakes, especially not mistakes as big as leaving random shit in my cell. Everything they do is deliberate, which means that leaving this here had to be for some purpose. And really, it doesn’t take Whumper’s level of intricate planning to know not to leave valuable objects in the cell of your prisoner.
Well. I guess ‘valuable’ is subjective. This journal doesn’t look like much. Maybe twenty bucks at most if they went to Target instead of Walmart. It’s August right now, if I’ve been counting correctly—kids are buying back-to-school supplies. I’ll bet Whumper saw this displayed when they walked in and bought it as some sort of joke. Except, if they were going to make fun of me for this, they would’ve made a big deal about this while they were here. They wouldn’t have left it in the corner for me to find later, but I have a hard time believing it was left here by mistake.
So.
I think it must be for the back-to-school months. It’s for kids. They don’t sell these for adults unless you scour the internet for small businesses, which I can’t picture Whumper doing. And they don’t sell them for kids unless they’re preparing for school.
Still. A shark notebook. With matching shark gel pens. In different shark colors.
Whumper has to be playing some kind of game with me.
I used to journal all the time. Not coherently. I wouldn’t really write very much. I would tape little things in the pages and just write what they were next to them. I was terrified that if I didn’t document everything, there would be nothing left of me when I died. And maybe I was right, because the police haven’t found me and Whumper still has me and really, what confirmation do I have that anyone’s actually looking?
Well, anyway. If anyone at my funeral misses me, they’ll be able to look through catalogs of every receipt I’ve ever gotten. And random concert tickets and pressed flowers. There’s probably some candy wrappers in there too, with little handwriting about where I was when I ate the candy. I didn’t really look through them after putting things in there, but thinking about it now, they probably look cool. I’d actually really like to look back through them.
Maybe this is the game Whumper is playing. I write in this notebook, and they read through, and find out my deepest desires and thoughts, and they try to bribe me for the information they want.
Maybe they think I’ll write the information down right here. I’m not quite that stupid, actually. Still, this is one of Whumper’s games and I know that and I’m interacting with the game anyway, which is stupid. Whumper, if you read this, please don’t try to bribe me with my old diaries. Bribe me with something cool. Like one of those hot tubs where you can control all the individual jets.
This is stupid. Everything I’m writing in here is stupid. I don’t know why I’m doing this.
Maybe it’s the weird human interaction thing. I had a friend who used to tell me that lots of journaling was from people who had no one to talk to, so they talked to the void instead. She thought everyone was lonely. I think she was lonely.
Anyway, Dear Diary, welcome to wherever we are. I don’t actually know the location. I guess we’ll just have to find out.
August 17
Dear Diary,
I’m gonna have to find a better way to open these. I am not a twelve year old girl. “Dear Diary” is awkward, and also a little bit too fun and whimsical of a way to open a journal entry about getting stabbed.
I was stabbed today. If you were wondering. Yay.
And I was waiting to see if Whumper brought this notebook up while we were talking ("talking". lol), and they didn’t. So that’s just going to get ignored, I guess.
Medic might be here soon. They’re not mean in the same way as Whumper. They don’t cause me extra pain on purpose, but they’ve had to stitch me up a couple times, and even if the pain isn’t extra, it’s still painful.
Once I had to get held down while they patched me up. It was within the first few days of me being here. I was stupid, and wouldn’t stay still, because I wasn’t sure if Medic was here to help or hurt or somewhere in between. Some raggedy guy had to hold me down, and I’ve never seen him since. Medic definitely works here of their own free will, but that other guy might’ve been another prisoner. I think I’d actually like to see him again, to talk to if nothing else. Do you know how nice it would be to just have a normal conversation with someone for one day?
And do you know how long it’s been since someone hugged me? I was stabbed today, making that very low on my list of priorities, but it’s still there.
Fuck me. All these fancy shark pens and no erasers or whiteout. Yeah, I’m screwed if Whumper reads this.
August 19
I’ve decided to give up on introductions, because “Dear Diary” isn’t going to fly and I don’t know what else to put.
Anyway, someone was screaming today. I haven’t seen Whumper. I wonder if that’s why. It’s not like I find joy in other people’s pain, but if some stranger is getting tortured and keeping Whumper away from me, then
Well, obviously that’s not a good thing! Still! Because no one deserves to get tortured! I have a moral compass!
But also Whumper terrifies me and if I can go a day without seeing them, well, that isn’t exactly a bad thing, I think.
I was thinking, yesterday, about Caretaker. That’s a name I definitely will not be putting a last name to and probably shouldn’t have ever written where Whumper can read. But she’s looking for me, I think. She must be. She has to know I wouldn’t just disappear off the face of the earth, right? Whumper is good at what they do, but so is Caretaker. If anyone can find me, she can. I’m not sure how, because I don’t even know where I am, but I think she’ll figure it out.
Besides, I’m journaling. That means even if I can’t remember, which happens sometimes, we’ll have a record of what happened!! Well, I’m not actually very good at keeping records. But we’ll know that I was stabbed two days ago. And as of right now while I’m writing this out, we’ll know that it luckily was not deep enough to need stitches.
August 22
Dear Diary,
Cringe culture sucks and “Dear Diary” is a fine way to start these out, I think. I need to stop overthinking this. Introductory greetings to a piece of paper are not my biggest problem right now.
I think the biggest problem is actually that Medic bathed me this morning. Which was weird. For multiple reasons. The biggest one being that I was way grosser than I thought. The bath water was disgusting.
No, actually, the biggest reason it was weird is because my hair is the softest it’s ever been in my entire life. And Medic didn’t want to make small talk and wouldn’t tell me what brand of shampoo we were using. If I ever get out of this place, I’ll never be able to recreate the gorgeous thing my hair is right now.
If I ever get out of this place, Caretaker will smack me in the face with this notebook for not keeping a better record. Okay.
So, yesterday Whumper tortured me. The day before that, Whumper tortured me. The day before that, well, I think we get the picture.
Okay. Maybe a useful piece of information. There’s a window in my cell, and I can see the moon out of it. And I can see some stars, and I recognize the Orion constellation. That has to be helpful somehow, right?
My bones are going to rot in this place. That wouldn’t be helpful even if I could tell someone. Maybe this is actually the purpose of the journal: to remind me that there isn’t a single person I can talk to besides myself.
August 23
Dear DIary,
Yeah, no, the purpose of the notebook is definitely so that Whumper could find things out by reading it. They read it right in front of me this morning. I haven’t felt that awkward since that time my mom read through my text conversations when I was sixteen. And my mom never laughed at me, just sat there uncomfortably. Whumper laughed at everything I wrote.
Word travels fast here, I guess. Whumper hit my arm, Medic came in to patch me up, and apparently Medic had also heard about what I’d written. I already knew Whumper was going to read it, but Medic feels like a violation of privacy. At least they told me the shampoo brand after knowing how badly I’d wanted it. But Medic always has to be pompous and uppity and told me how my journaling looked from a psychology perspective.
(As if they’re smart enough for that. Their job is to sew people up so that a criminal can continue pulling the threads loose. It seems counterproductive.)
Anyway, Medic says I use this as a crutch for escapism. They said I’d write more about what’s actually being done to me if it was a record. They said that the journal would keep me just sane enough for Whumper to keep messing with me, which, okay. I’m trying not to think about that too much, because when I think about it I think it might be working, and that wouldn’t be ideal. I am trying to keep myself completely sane, actually. And it’s working better than Medic thinks.
Medic doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They don’t even know the difference between saw sharks and saw fish.
August 25
Dear Diary,
I was wrong. I was so so so wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have written down things that I wanted, because shit.
Whumper hugged me today.
Whumper fucking. They sat down on the floor of my cell, and they just, like, waited until I stopped shaking and started kind of petting my hair?
They laughed at me, when they were reading that I wanted a hug. But then today they hugged me, and when I started crying they started comforting me. And of course, of course I wanted to walk away, but once again, I can’t remember the last time I was hugged!
Whumper is playing games. It’s not real, and I know that, but it kind of felt real? And shit, Caretaker would be so much better at this than me. Caretaker would not fold just for a fucking hug, but last time someone touched me gently was before I even came here. And Caretaker isn’t here.
And I am tired. Okay? I am tired of getting hit every day for the sake of information that really is not that important to me. And maybe if I gave it to Whumper, they’d let me go, right? We’d figure things out from there, if I just gave them the information.
September 3
Dear Diary,
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up for. Whumper is very good at physical torture, and better at psychological games. I can feel myself slipping, and I can’t even do anything to stop myself. Caretaker would be able to hold out, I bet, but I’m glad they’re not here, because I wouldn’t want them to have to. But Whumper was talking to me today, and they said that having one of Leader’s best strategists was more important to Leader winning than keeping their secret a secret. Whumper says that if I give up the information, I’ll go free, which is more valuable than the information.
I don’t really believe them. The fact that they have to try to convince me like this says a lot more than anything coming out of their mouth. But I’m tired. Leader can’t blame me for that. If they wanted me to keep my mouth shut, they would’ve come sooner. And I’m not going to pretend that Whumper has no ulterior motives, but at least they’re up front about it. And Whumper will let me go if I give up, and I am tired of being hurt.
Whumper has started bathing me, rather than Medic. Medic only touches me when I am injured, and their touch is cold and impersonal and I know how to deal with it. Whumper is so so gentle while they massage my scalp with one hand and dig fingers into old wounds with the other. I don’t know how to keep up with this. I’m tired. I don’t want to keep being hurt.
#whumptober 2023#whumptober day three#no.1#journal#lyric#fic#intimate whumper#stabbing#captivity whump#rainbow's whump#rainbow's drabbles#whump#whump writing#once again. this is my first whumptober so if you notice something's up with my tags please tell me lmao#also ignore how late it is we're still half an hour away from today's deadline where i am#first person pov
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I'm trying not to get mad about Stormblood not being what I want it to be and just trying to take it as it is, but man, it's disappointing when there's so much potential.
There's a lot of good elements but it's just not more than the sum of its parts. None of these characters seem to be displaying much of an internal world beyond reacting in the moment, as endearing as some of those moments are. Gosetsu, Yugiri, and Hien are absolutely wasted potential; the old samurai, the outsider as a loyal retainer, and the exiled heir returning to claim his throne are fantastic archetypes and narrative goldmines. If they would take like... 2 minutes to establish that these people have feelings about the lives that led them to this moment and maybe had opinions about where to go to move forward.
I did like the quiet moments of reflection we got with Gosetsu where he sits with the corpse of the plains nomad warrior and contemplates the peace a warrior seeks before death, and then his drunken ramblings when he regrets not being able to protect Hien's father. But that was all we got.
I don't know. It just feels like if they're gonna sideline their best characters to focus on new, regionally significant NPCs, they should actually, uh... do... something with them... Not to compare everything to Heavensward again, but goddamn, did they make me eat the words "I don't care about the Catholic elves," because I came to love Ishgard and all of the elves there.
I know they're called elezen, but shut up, they're elves.
Anyway, it is again unfortunately leaning into that addage that "villains act, heroes react," and taking for granted that Heroes Do Good Because It Is Right, and meanwhile are left with answering the question of, "But what makes someone a villain?" which has y'know... motive and drive inherently baked into it. So that's why villains as active antagonists tend to be more interesting than passive protagonists who just react to things. Even though Hien and his retainers actively planning to take back Doma, they're not given the time to reflect or the drive that they need to make compelling characters and it's hugely disappointing.
Their last rebellion nearly saw their entire nation stamped out in genocide under the Empire's boot, you'd THINK they'd have thoughts or feelings about that. But they just shrug and go, "But ever onward," and no, fuck you, let them FEEL THINGS!
Anyway, the villain lady, Yotsuyu, is a monster, objectively, but her hatred for her own people is born of her aunt, uhhh, apparently selling her into slavery in order to secure her cousin's future. She's terrible, but DAMN, that's a helluva motivation, and I feel BAD for her interacting with Zenos and being forced to endure his humiliating retaliation. It's heavily implied she was sold into specifically sex slavery for Imperial soldiers, and here comes this Imperial crown prince to grab her by her hair and tell her off and threaten her with death "if she's lucky" RIGHT in front of her own subordinates.
SO, that's, uh, loaded, and YEAH, I'm more invested in her story and maybe getting her to hate the right people in turning her against the Empire than I am helping Hien. I want to watch her rip Zenos' heart out of his chest and eat it, we're gonna make a pearl earing for her out of his third eye, fuck that guy
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also another section of my dream, my brain decided it wanted to pull from the trivia about rhubarb that grows in the dark to create a scene. and i was like "okay i see what you're doing im game" so this is what happened.
so i was with classmates and teachers and parents for an excursion to an underground place where they grew a bunch of different freaky shit. but i knew what was up so there's this smaller kid that i drop the rhubarb trivia to "you hear those noises? the rhubarb grows so fast it makes a crackling noise, see?" and this kid is now my little guy. im feeling good, in my smart person element, i am the master of this dream right now. and while im feeling so smart, there's a bunch veg on display like:
those fresh vegetable displays but not exactly like the kind you see at the big company stores, more like ones at the smaller ones, and there were dividers but not really. these are aesthetic details i dunno how to properly describe. but basically this entire place is obviously not a mainstream place, it's very directly next to where they grow their produce so it's not prettied up. its a bit dirty, there's a really high ceiling with those bars of fluorescent lights. yeah.
so anyways, because i was oh so knowledgeable i pick up some produce and eat it and pass it to this little guy to eat and also my dad. we r enjoying the tasty snacks, some massive crunchy snap peas and brown mushrooms... now um. you see. the thing is. this place. it basically doesnt grow regular produce, they grow a LOT of poisonous stuff. there's regular produce but also poisonous mushrooms and other poisonous plants. and they put that produce amongst everything else because ppl who shop here arent normal customers and know whats on display. so.
the guide we have is gesturing to some plants growing and giving trivia about it being super poisonous. and then my worry sets in like... oh shit. wait. what if i let my ego get to me. what if i thought wasnt poisonous IS. suddenly I'm SPITTING UP what i ate and trying to make sure the guide doesn't see the three of us, i am worried i have killed this child, and my dad is also freaked out. so we're wondering if we might have eaten something that would kill us because fun fact a lot of poisonous mushrooms can look VERY similar to edible ones, also we were in uncharted territory so who KNOWS if there was a poisonous plant that just happens to look like snap peas.
anyways, my dad is smart so he goes and checks the displays to see what's written on them. it was normal. and we are very relieved, still worried, but mostly relieved and don't think we're gonna die. then the dream moved onto something else. so the lesson is don't. don't eat things in the "we grow poisonous things and sell them" place. bad idea you guys. don't let your dreams fool you by boosting your ego. your dreams know how to fuck with you.
"i will not be victim to the dream's plot for i am so smart" you will say before it kicks you in the stomach.
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bro WHY is there a 50/50 chance that melatonin is gonna give me the most visceral gut-wrenching heartbreaking dreams
it started off with like... being an astronaut or something similar but it was me a two dudes who were just supposed to be doing baby's first little scouting mission that was like, go to this one little rock and back
but there was this weird cloud that was like a cross between static and a bunch of gnats in space
next thing I knew, I was in some warped version of Times Square where there was an odd mix of people, food, items, and fashion from a huge range of time periods and places. and I was looking at one of the screens showing a garbled news report where it was pretty clear that everyone thought I was dead while my two astronaut fellows were getting some medal.
somehow some woman dressed like a newsie is leading me around and explaining shit, and this place is some kind of weird limbo where lost shit winds up. Not everything or everyone, but a fraction of it. and now they have a whole-ass society. unfortunately that society still appears to have a class system and rely on a crude recreation of capitalism. the streets were lined with tents and stalls selling all kinds of things. some of these shops were obviously nicer than others. and at the top was a dude whose name I have immediately forgotten but he was dressed like a cross between a leprechaun and Santa Claus.
at some point after watching a woman argue with the produce stand lady (which, as it was explained to me, apparently sometimes during the Mystery Teleport To Limbo, food does weird shit; there were some blue strawberries and a frankenlemon) I made an offhand comment about why you would do this. everyone here is just suddenly thrust into this situation, and you're all trying to survive. and you seem to get enough food and supplies for everyone. so why hamstring each other? why not just... dole it out?
this apparently sealed my fate for the rest of the dream, which I would not find out until my gruesome end.
first, at some point, newsie lady pulled me to the side and let me in on a "secret." there were people who had the same thought I did, and they were planning something. then she pulled her shirt to the side and showed something stuck to her skin. it looked like a few poker chips with some wires running between them. but she told me she was there to blow herself up and make a point. and that originally she was just going to do it, but now she wanted to give me the chance to leave the area.
instead I sat down on a little wall and kicked my feet like a child and mumbled that I didn't want her to go.
and then she was like "oh. I didn't know that." and she just. didn't do it. (also I am now beginning to suspect that it was never a bomb and it was just a test)
there was either a little time skip or I just don't remember what happened for a bit. I think it was just me learning to live here for a bit? but the society thing was still bothering me.
AND IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE.
I was walking with the newsie lady again, and we were getting into the "nicer" section of streets and stalls. and then there was this very long stretch of tables, draped in honest to God velvet, with display cases of pristine watches and jewelry and gemstones. and I looked up at the dude running it, and it was Green Santa. and I just started climbing over the tables until I got to him, and sat down on the table in front of him, and was just like... "why."
I gave some long rousing speech, and everyone seemed uncomfortable, and Green Santa started to look a little weepy.
then there were thumps coming from "upstairs." logistically this makes no fucking sense. upstairs is just sky from out there on the street. but when I asked wtf that was, and he was like, that is a problem, and we're going to need everyone. quickly, go upstairs and hold the door.
so I ran up the rickety stairs behind him, which had a little wooden landing, and then 180 degrees was another set of stairs. even more rickety. I felt like I was on the inside of a rotted wooden barn. there were huge gaps in the slats, nothing looked secure. but despite the huge gaps, it was impossible to see anything other than fuzzy shadows on the other side of the walls and doors. and it looked for all the world like a bunch of skeletal wolves with antlers were THROWING themselves against the double doors.
so I stretched myself out as much as I could and dug my heels into the shitty crumbling floor and LEANED as hard as I could against the door to hold it shut. because everyone was going to be coming up those stairs to help me.
right?
lol. lmao even.
no. everyone was in on it. everyone was a part of it. I absolutely could not hold those doors. apparently I was a sacrifice. they busted through and I had to watch from my first person POV as I got mauled. at one point I managed to hold up my hand and it was SHREDDED. I could see muscle and bone. thankfully I did not have to feel much. usually I feel shit in my dreams but I guess this time even my brain was like "that's a bit much isn't it?"
BUT THAT IS NOT THE PART THAT HURT
at some point while these things are using my larynx as a chew toy, newsie lady walks in with a hunting rifle. at this point I already have put everything together. with no real warmth, she asks, hypothetically, if I would prefer a bullet in the head at this point. I am choking on sobs and my own blood. and in the saddest gurgle I can manage, I say that I thought she liked me.
"I do. That's why I'm offering."
AND THEN I WOKE UP AND STARED AT THE CEILING FOR 20 MINUTES
HELLO????????
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Random Headcanon I’ve Had For Ages: Kevin and Argit can each attribute a chunk of their crime knowledge to the other. Kevin was overly reliant on his powers and didn’t have enough experience to really con someone until Argit was in his life and teaching him what he’d learned from his parents and life in the Null Void. Meanwhile Argit... Well Argit had most of the knowledge already, he learned how to fight from Kevin (though still prefers not to put it to use) and to be more proactive in his crimes rather than just sneaking around in the shadows like he was used to.
Not that it was all good points, mind. The crime kept them fed and clothed and such (which, given they were actual children even by the standards of the peeps who go ‘teens aren’t children’?), but also... Argit was primed for an ‘us vs them’ mindset already so he really reinforced the idea of ‘these other people don’t matter’ for Kevin, alongside that being a necessary line for professional cons. Still a lot better than he was in OS, but you’ll remember that even up to the Aggregor Arc we’ve got shit like Kevin considering the benefits of selling out somebody the Tennysons are trying to help. Meanwhile, on the flipside, Argit wasn’t so dangerous before Kevin came onto the scene. That part of himself that allows for things like ‘I’m gonna run an extortion racket collapsing stone buildings on people’ and the level of intimidation he puts on display in The Color of Monkey is something he tried to keep suppressed before due to trauma and to spite his dam but working with Kevin ‘Am I going to kill someone or get myself killed?’ Levin just sorta let that out. Normalized shit and made it so sometimes it was just plain necessary to keep his Ravrsa alive.
Going with both these points- Argit didn’t have a record prior to teaming up with Kevin. Oh he was a little thief with a surprisingly quick wit and tongue, but he worked on a subsistence level and prior to Kevin never was really aggressive or, as noted, dangerous. Kevin feels A Way about that, especially since has a body count now and while it’s not even near the double digits most of his kills were the result of him looking out for Kevin.
Overall though, neither one would be who they are, honestly probably wouldn’t be alive, if they hadn’t made friends, and despite everything it was overall a good move for them both mental and emotional health-wise as well as on the survival side.
#bencanons#someday i need to write something down about my headcanon involving argit's behavior pre-rooters arc and the whys behind it#because the difference in how he acts following getting his memories back and kevin's explicitly being a sleeper agent#have always rattled together in here but i've never actually just straight put them down for the world to see
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Following closely with no real sense of where Stu's leading her, Lou listens as best she can while her mind tries to race away and rip her from this moment. "Most people fully believe we're a package deal," she lets slip as she goes back to wondering why anyone would buy up so much land and seemingly do nothing with it. Then again, she's not like most of the Woodsboro folk, not filthy rich and content...
That's neither here nor there once Stu's stops and Lou realizes just how alone they are. And what the hell he just asked her.
"N-no!" She sputters, flushed, but thankful for the darkness that can envelope her blush. "Chris and I-- what the-- Strictly clitly? That's so... crass." The poor girl runs through the gamut of emotions, from embarrassment to disgust to flattery, and she's back to blushing, feeling fuzzy, the whiskey finally catching up. "A chance... with me?" Duh, stupid. "I thought you and Casey were a thing...?"
Lou can almost feel the squeeze of Christina's hand on hers that would let her know she's a d u m m y for mentioning any other girl. She winces, looks down into her empty cup, frowns, and then snatches Stu's from his hand to make quick work of finishing off his beverage. It's rude, she knows, but needed.
"I mean, yeah, there is." One red cup slipped into the other and is discarded on the grass nearby, for collection later. She shrugs a shoulder and grins crookedly up at him, trying desperately to save face and think of something cool to say while her fingers playfully tug on the front of Stu's shirt. "Why else would I finally be here at one of your parties? And, better yet, be here with you alone, away from it?"
Believe feels like a stretch for what everyone else knows is fact. Shit, Stu is surprised they haven't been caught up to and joined yet— a moment taken to check his back for Christina's presence closing in. It was rare to catch one without the other and he's fully braced for the interruption— unsure if Chris was the kind of girl who was cool enough to let her bestie hook up at parties or not. "Yeah well," he mumbles along with a shrug, not really interrupting, just noising along as they amble towards his spot.
It's cute watching her kersplode— indignant, disgusted, outraged. He should take notes maybe in case he ever needs to sell it so good but the truth is he's just drinking it in because... just because. She's finally here at his. She's finally hanging here with him. Because she's always drawn his eye but the distance has always been too big between them and his occasional attempt to get her to cross it just gets eyes rolled his way before she's dragged away. It amuses him that she thinks that one liner is so crass— god she's gonna HATE him and weirdly enough he can't wait. If he doesn't fumble it, that is. "Maybe Casey and I are the same kind of thing you and Chris are," he tries, boyish hopeful grin stretching across his lips as he motions them down to sit in the hollow nook.
Stu doesn't begrudge her the theft of his own cup, the warning at the tip of his tongue swallowed back as quickly as Lou herself knocks back the unholy concoction— the alcoholic version of a graveyard cup, a shot of everything available at his party all mixed together on a stupid dare. At least there's too little left in the red plastic cup to do much damage, what little consolation that is. He's more worried for how she's feeling that she needs it, a mental note made but never displayed. No way she thinks he's that scary, that's not like his rep at all. Everybody knows he's just a good time. Don't they? Unless it's something else...
"Whoa, are you revenge-using me right now? Heh, because baby I am SO down. You can use me all night LONG!" It seems like the answer to her two-plus-two. Bummer? Maybe. Kind of a bit, but he can find a silver lining just about anywhere, so even though he's laughing with his tongue out, he means it when he says she can use him— against whoever or whatever makes her conscious enough of his own entaglements and still has her seeking the liquid courage to take him up on bad ideas anyway. Feels like they've all been there, either trying to make somebody jealous or trying to get them back... one way or the other, back or payback. Days of our Woodsboro High. He's got half a mind to take off his shirt to really show his enthusiasm but he honestly doesn't wanna scare her off and manages to find some restraint in himself. "Is that why you didn't bring your space books? Not complaining— just not used to seeing you without 'em. I mean..." Distractedly he waves around them, even vaguely upwards above them, to a farm sky less polluted by the light of town than usual.
"Here I thought I was finally gonna find out what it's all about, Space-girl. I didn't really think I'd get to be all Cap'n Kirk or anything. Boldly going..." But don't mind him if he does lean in after all.
#➤ 𝐚 𝐬 𝐤 𝐞 𝐝 && 𝐚 𝐧 𝐬 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 𝐞 𝐝 ┊ ❛ sex is the question. yes is the answer ❜#➤ 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 𝐬 𝐞 : makes you wanna scream ┊ ❛ mirabile dictu. don't you agree? ❜
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offline is the new luxury
Monday, January 15th, 2024
offline is the new luxury.
Seriously. I just deleted all my social media apps yesterday because I was starting to feel like my phone had simply become a time wasting device, and most of my “friends” and “followers” were not actually real friends, just frenemies and lurkers that wanted a livestream of my suffering to laugh at and someone to pity and point at and say “hey at least my life isn’t as bad as theirs?”. I don’t need leeches and lurkers silently hating and judging me. Go live your fucking life in the real world like I am?! It’s not hard to live without social media. It’s not hard to live without doomscrolling becoming a full time unpaid job. It’s so easy to stare mindlessly at a screen for weeks on end while you put your life on hold. It’s so easy to curate a fake image to sell lies to desperate fools. What isn’t easy? Actually being an authentic messy human being living life and trying to heal and recover! We live in a society that tells us that the poor deserve bad health because they can’t afford better and then we place the disabled in a complicated legislated poverty trap as a eugenics program to kill us off faster. Western medicine ain’t shit. It’s a failed experiment sponsored by big pharma’s elites. Same with the education system. Why do I need to pay for a degree when I can Google the answers and do my own research online? And find rare valuable books on the street or at value village for a couple bucks that silently whisper to me and say “I was left here for YOU to find me”. Like that thought about Google came from a rather shitty community member that stated “I don’t need a degree, I have Google!” And despite this person’s otherwise highly problematic views- this one seems to hold value. You don’t need to pay to find answers, if you want answers, either you search for them yourself or they come to you. It’s as simple as that. Anyone asking you to pay? Are you paying for their time and expertise? Their knowledge? Are they really an expert or just another fraud? It’s best to seek answers for yourself instead of paying a fraud. But Instagram is filled with people claiming to be healers practicing “medicine” without a license and getting rich off exploiting peoples suffering while making miracle claims. It’s sick. There are so many narcs online and in the sex work industry. But it makes a lot of sense- like these people are obsessed with their image and trying to pretend to be something they’re not which is easily attained via social media marketing pageantry. I don’t really have much of a fear of missing out anymore on online nonsense. You know what I’m ACTUALLY SCARED OF MISSING OUT ON? living my fucking life authentically without feeling like I need to prove anything or put my life on display! I am scared I’ll miss another day of sunshine before a week of rain because I chose to stay inside staring at a screen instead. Like it’s a sunny day today. I was supposed to be doing laundry right now. But I decided -ya know what, I’m gonna write a blog post about my thoughts and then reschedule laundry and go outside and get some sunlight on my skin (after applying spf of course like a good slut) and get some fresh air. Might go chill (literally) in a park with some lunch but I haven’t really decided yet where today will take me. I feel like I like the long form of blog posts better and I think this will be the only place I’ll be posting online for the foreseeable future. I don’t really care who reads this blog, it’s not really a space where I care about marketing myself to potential clients other than …idk showing my true self and personality and maybe that is scary or maybe that’s exciting and interesting to know that I’m not just a doll, I’m a living, breathing human being with a brain and a heart! Shocking, I know.
Why do I think that offline is the new luxury? It’s about simply not caring about the lurkers, the haters, the critics. Not comparing yourself to others, focusing on simplicity, decreasing stress and anxiety. It’s the whole “I’ll see you when I see you”, being mysterious and moving in silence so that nobody interferes because they don’t even know what you’re doing or where you are and can’t access you or bother you. It’s about independence. It’s about living my life in privacy. It’s about my own inner peace and healing my nervous system at the end of the day and I can’t do that when I’m doomscrolling or feeling so much rage at every single tweet I see talking about how brutally cruel this world has become and how evil people behave towards others. It’s not that I want to look away or stop feeling those emotions, I recognize it’s not good for my mental health to constantly be reading about hatred. There is so much hatred online! But anyways. My time is money. I no longer want to waste it on social media. I want to put my phone down and go live my fucking life.
and that’s what I’m gonna do. Byeee
#Goodbye Social Media#blogging#daily blog post#digital detox#no FOMO#authenticity#healing#self awareness#Back to blogging
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I need to ask you guys something and I need to know if I’m being dramatic or not. Sorry advance for the super long post RE my job life atm! Also please do not reply to the post. Just anon or message pls!!
I’ve been at my job for four and a half years now and its taking a toll on me,mentally. My boss is telling me that while im doing good, im not doing enough, leadership wise. the younger staff I work with don’t listen to me, let alone him. I work at a store that is mainly for 15-25 year olds so our younger staff is made up of that age group… which I do fall into but more towards the latter end.
There is little to no respect in that place. I have tried everything to get them to listen to me as I’m a shift lead and they just don’t care and im stuck doing their job PLUS my own. And on top of that it’s a consignment like shop, meaning for 4 and a half years I’ve had to decide if something is good enough for us to sell and if it’s not I basically have to tell them it’s not good enough. It’s awful. People get so upset over things that I have little to no control over.
But back to my point. My boss has been picking on me for the littlest of things lately. Him misreading my handwriting when my math was 100% accurate and he’s read it for years at this point. Him telling me I need to tell the girls to do more when I can only put out so much stock or clean so much before the job is done. Like all this little stuff that I can’t control.
And with the younger staff not listening to me, I’ve had to lie to them and told them the boss made a check list to follow when actuality I made it because they don’t want to listen. I ask them to do stuff and half the time they won’t do it! So guess who ends up doing it… me. And then my boss tells me to stop doing everyone’s job bc they’re standing around but it’s like I asked them and they just ignored me.
Idk I just feel like all my complaints and respect is ignored. And if I’m honest with you guys… this is the worst my mental health has been in a long ass time. I know for a fact it’s bc of this damn job. I fought to get this job for years and now that I’ve had for 4 and half years? I fucking hate it now.
I mean yeah sure it gave me great work experiences and I’ve made some friends and paid me great (doesn’t anymore lmao my vacation was paid for last year but not this year for no reason), it’s not worth it anymore. I feel like it went from the best job to the worst.
I should’ve left last year but I quit my second job after two weeks of working there bc I fucking hated it even more bc it was just fixing shoe displays for FOUR HOURS A DAY!???? I thought it would be more but nope. Anyways, here I am legit a month a way from vacation trying to find a new job asap and pray to god they give me the time off for it.
And lmao I kinda feel bad for my boss for doing this to him but like at the same time I don’t care. The only reason I feel bad is bc all staff but legit one person will be gone by September. Other than that, I’m over his bullshit. Depending on me to open the store, five days a week for two straight years but then not give me full time hours (I’m only 30 hours a week, most full time where I am is 40 hours and I am not aloud to go past 36 per week at this job) and no options for benefits??? The fuck? It’s bullshit. I’m scared he’s not gonna let me finish up once I give my two weeks bc he’s petty like that.
I’ve given my all to something that I can’t even love anymore bc it’s worn me down to the point where I cry coming home once a week or more. Am I dramatic?? Or is it really that bad? I look back at a year ago and even then I don’t remember it being as bad as it is now. I remember just needing a second job for the money, not bc I hated my job. Something has shifted in six months to make me just hate it so much. And yes, I am aware that everyone hates their job at some point, but like, I shouldn’t come home crying after work all the time.
Pls note, it isn’t simple as reporting my boss to HR… he’s the owner and manages every aspect of our store down to accounting lol. I have nobody to report him to.
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(I’m sorry for that… I just had to make myself giggle after writing all this)
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