#and then i came & went & i think they only talked to me once genuinely afterwards
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is it just me or is it fascinating how u'll start talkin w/ someone like talk talkity talk all day every day they won't leave u alone & then 3 weeks later it's just like no words have been said in 2 weeks what happens with that it's always so interesting 2 me how do u just nooot care soo fast
#not even just in relation to love interests either idk like my friend & i started chatting more bc i was gonna be in town again#& we talked sooooo so so much !! not even just abt the visit but other stuff cos we hadn't in sooo long#and then i came & went & i think they only talked to me once genuinely afterwards#& then during that same visit i was talking every day with a new guy & now we haven't said anything in 2 weeks LOL#idrc abt that dude cause he sucked mighty ass but still weird 2 me why do ppl do that is it bc i don't reach out#but even when i do it doesn't gooo anywhere like the convos draaag...#whatever idc
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Ooh, what if Price/Ghost/Gaz/Laswell came across their childhood best friend? Reuniting with reader who was there for them through thick and thin, until they joined the military and lost contact 🙏
I've been reading/re-reading some of your works!! They're so good! Also, I'm sorry those teenagers were pricks to you, hope you have some better days soon!
Hello! I have to say, I'm genuinely surprised anyone reads my rambles in the tags, I didn't think anyone would, but thank you! You don't know how much I appreciate it! Today was already a much better day, which is why I decided to write and post two requests today! This is a lovely request, very nice! Love me some platonic stuff as well! Sometimes all you need is a good friend by your side!
Price, Gaz, Ghost and Laswell Come Across their Childhood Best Friend
Price: He actually thinks about you from time to time, more often than he’d like to admit. You were a good person in his eyes, always there for him no matter what he went through, which is something he could appreciate. His childhood wasn’t particularly bad, but he had some days where he would have loved to simply throw in the towel, which is normal, though. Price was a rowdy guy when he was young, so you likely either went along with some of his ideas or were kind enough to talk him out of them. Either way, he appreciated having you around, so seeing you again would be quite the surprise, he didn’t think he ever would again. If he’s on a mission, then the talk will be kept short, but afterwards he’ll make sure to seek you out again, catch up a bit and ask you how you’ve been. Price didn’t expect to have missed you this much, but he only realized that once he saw you. You’ll either be going to one of the cafes you used to visit nearby, or maybe sit down on a park bench and maybe eat some sandwiches together, just like you used to during the good old times. Since you’d likely be around his age, so roughly 37-38, you’d have a lot to tell. Roughly 22 years you need to catch up on. He’s willing to talk to you, tell you about his career, how he's been doing, about the people he’s met and how he’s feeling. Considering this much time has passed, there’s a good chance you’ve both mellowed out quite a bit, but it isn’t unpleasant, you’re both mature people now. He likes hearing about everything you’ve accomplished, it’s like you became a new person during all those years. It’s so lovely to him, he sort of can’t believe it. Whether it’s a coincidence, or maybe you sought him out, it doesn’t matter, spending time with you again brings back all those memories he thought he had since forgotten about. He laughs, he smiles, he frowns. He’s a bit more expressive with you, but really wants to reminisce about the good old times. Even so, he hopes to be able to see you again more often, so you’ll likely exchange numbers. This time he tries to make sure to not lose contact with you and will text you every once in a while.
Gaz: When he was a child, Gaz was a lot calmer than he is today, a very quiet kid. He had always been a good boy, a gift in the eyes of many, but he wasn’t as active a child as one would imagine. Ergo he didn’t have very many friends until he became older either, but he was loyal to the few he did have. You were one of them. As you slowly started to grow apart, he started to miss you, but didn’t want to bother you either, as much as he would have loved to do so. So I’m sure you can imagine the surprise on his face when he found you at the mall the two of you would hang out in during rainy days. Gaz has become more confident, so he’d immediately walk up to you once he recognises you and start talking. Like Price, he’d be pleasantly surprised to just see you in such a mundane place, but won’t question it. Or complain about it either. In fact, if you’re not carrying anything heavy, he’d be the one to suggest going out to eat or drink something. Again, either a small and quiet cafe or a small restaurant. Maybe you’d go to a place you liked when you were kids, if it’s still open. Regardless, it’d be hard to get him to shut up with how excited he is to have you around. It’s a calm kind of excitement, but he’s happy, and that’s what’s important. It’s very likely that he’ll pay for your food, even if you insist he shouldn’t, but it’s not like he has any other use for his money. Chatting with him about the good old times is very sweet, he likes to bring up all the good things. But eventually, he’ll thank you for everything you’ve done for him and how happy he was to have you as a friend. Considering there were very few people who tried to get to know him, he was quite lonely, but you fixed that. You made everything better. From the pain on his knee when he fell as you gave him a band-aid, to the pain in his heart when the other children ridiculed him. Like Price, he’ll ask you if you want his number so you could continue to keep in contact with each other. He knows it’ll likely never be the same again, but he can pretend everything is as good as it used to be back when he was young. He’d love to spend time with you again.
Ghost: This man has had one of the worst childhoods imaginable. He was abused by his father, and the only friends he had aside from you were his mother and his brother. Barely anyone was kind towards him or accepted him considering he had always been the weird kid. No one but you wanted to spend time with him. Needless to say, Ghost had taken a liking to you when he was younger. You spent your time with him, you even defended him when some of the other kids ridiculed him. And now, 12 years later, he finds you running after a coin you accidentally dropped on the ground, bumping into him as you did so. He’d be wide eyed at first, a bit quiet as well. Once you left he never would have thought he’d ever find someone like you again, but here you were, just as quiet and surprised to see him. Ghost would pick up the coin for you and ask you how you’ve been. It had been a while. Although he’s not usually one to smile, especially not in public, you could see him faintly do so. He’s become a quiet man, so he won’t be talking too much about everything, especially not everything that happened after he joined the military, but he’s more than willing to talk to you about other matters. His life has become better over the past few years, but that doesn’t mean he isn't scarred still. He’ll offer you a walk to just about anywhere, really, even if the final destination will always end up being one of the places you used to hang out in as children. An abandoned house, a park, a mall. Manchester is a fairly large city, so there’s much to see. It would be a bit rough to catch up with him entirely, but he loves to hear about everything you’ve accomplished. You’ve become such a mature person, it warms his heart to see how far you’ve come in life. Back then, when everything was so bleak, when neither of you thought you’d see your 28th birthdays, everything was different. But now, you’re smiling at him as you’re drinking your milkshake. You seem to be better off, and so is he. It makes him nostalgic to see all of this, but he’s happy. Ghost will offer you to come to his home if you want. Even now, he still loves you dearly as a friend and couldn’t be happier about the fact he’s found you again by chance.
Laswell: When she was young she was a healthy mix of rowdy and good. While she never caused much trouble, she did stand up for herself when she needed to. However, this alone was enough to get the attention of some awful people. People either liked her or hated her, there usually was no inbetween for them. Some people did try to bully her, but it never ended well since she would fight for herself, plus she had some good friends who would do the same for her. However, none of them could compare to you, as you were her best friend. All her joys she would celebrate with you, and all of her sadness she would share with you. Back then, things were simpler, something small meant the end of the world, but you always had each other’s backs. Laswell tries to not think about you too much since you slowly drifting apart is quite painful to her. As she grew older, she learned to live with the pain and it didn’t bother her as much. Still, she was very happy when you were sending her a message after all this time. She may have been at work, but responded to you immediately, having missed you just as much as you missed her. Once you meet up it’s evident you’ve both grown a lot older. Laswell has been working for the CIA since her twenties, so it’s been almost thirty years. You have a lot to catch up on, but you take your time, eating at a fancy restaurant and spending hours there, laughing at everything that’s happened. Laswell would show you photos of all the places she’s visited during her downtime. She’s seen almost the entire world, some of it with her wife, some of it without her. Although she doesn’t usually tell people she’s married, to another woman too, she knows you’re a safe person, you’ve always accepted her as she was. Considering how happy you looked when you saw her wife, she continued to tell you about the world. But you get your chance to tell her about everything that’s happened to you as well. If the conversation goes especially well, Laswell might invite you to a few outings every once in a while, after you’ve met up a few more times. Plus you get to meet her wife eventually as well, which is a real privilege. Considering how much she loves her and wants to protect her, not many know about her. It’ll be fun either way since you get to make more memories together again.
#cod#cod x reader#john price#john price x reader#price x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#kate laswell#kate laswell x reader#seeing that someone read my rambles actually really cheered me up yesterdy so thank you for that!#this request was really sweet. I have a friend who I miss so dearly even now#I still dream of her from time to time. she was my best friend but I never was hers#Sometimes I wish I had the guts to text her but I'm awkward and can't hold a conversation to save my life so I'll have to live like that#oh well! it happens unfortunately! wish it didn't though!#anyway as much as I love to romance the lads and the lasses there's something so wholesome about friendship too!#especially a really good one where you can goof around and have fun and give each other sweet gifts!#Love friendship! friendships are fun! I'm glad I get to write platonic stuff every once in a while as well!#I'm not a romantic person at all irl but I can appreciate a good friendship!#thank you for this request it was very cool and epic!
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Center Of Attention.
Lyney x Fem! Reader
You catch the eye of a certain magician during one of his shows, leading to an unexpected relationship.
I'm going through a Lyney phase help.
Warnings: None!
Theme: Fluff
This is not proofread, this is just me expressing my love for Lyney 😝
All eyes were on him. Always. That's how performing was. All-day, everyday. He was used to the stares and awestruck glances, it no longer bothered him.
That's when he accidentally lingered on a pair of captivating e/c eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. She was beautiful. He was caught off guard for a moment, but honestly he wasn't complaining.
He quickly got himself together and went on with the show. He made sure to glance a few extra times in her direction, lingering for a little too long.
He didn't seek approval from anyone, he knew his capabilities and how to impress a crowd. However, he found himself seeking her approval. A gasp, a smile, anything to tell him he was impressing her. Seeing her smile made him smile.
The show felt longer than usual, but maybe that was simply because this was one of the rare occurrences he wanted to be done. He wanted to see her again.
The show ended and he quickly went backstage, only to exit to the front lobby. He knew who he was looking for.
He found her, striking up a conversation with another girl, a friend perhaps. He waited for his opportunity to get her somewhat secluded, away from the many fans.
He found an opening and went for it.
"Hello Miss, I wanted to ask you a question if you have time to spare." He asked quickly, almost nervously.
Your eyes widened as the magician approached you. "Oh, Lyney! What a surprise. I have time to spare, what's up?" You tried to conceal your happiness to meet someone who was so well known. He was a lot cuter up close as well.
He snapped and a rose appeared from thin air. It stood in between his thumb and pointer finger, gently placing it in your hand. "Would you like V.I.P tickets for my next performance? I enjoy meeting new people, and I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd." He smiled, magic is what he did best, it was impressive.
"I'd love that, your performance was amazing today." You felt your cheeks go warm, rose in hand. "I'm glad you think so, that's the goal!" He replied confidently.
The two of you fell into idle chatter about personal lives. Lyney was genuinely so sweet and charismatic.
Your conversation was brought to an ending when Lynette called for Lyney, signaling it was time to go home.
"I unfortunately have to be going now, but I hope to see you around. I'll be looking forward to seeing you at my next show." He winked and disappeared (not literally 😭) into the hallway he came from.
The next show came quicker than expected, afterwards he continued with the tradition of talking to you. He greeted you with a rose once more.
"I'm glad you were able to make it." He smiled, watching your body language, trying to learn as much as he could about you.
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." You replied, obviously flirting with him. "I'd like to keep this streak going, would you be so kind to be in my audience again?" He asked, he knew what you would say, but he felt a rush of adrenaline.
"I'd be delighted to." You responded, smiling at the hopeful glint in his eyes. "I think I've found my favorite audience member." He laughed as the two of you walked around the lobby. "I'd love for you to meet my sister." He said enthusiastically, showing you the way to backstage where Lynette was.
He introduced the two of you, you managed to hit it off right away. Contrary to popular belief, Lynette was a sweet girl. Many people simply didn't get the chance to speak to her.
From then on you attended most of, if not all of Lyneys shows. He'd never got tired of those beautiful eyes on him. In fact, he didn't want you to lay your eyes on anyone else that way.
After every show, and every time you met up, he surprised you with a flower. It had become a tradition at this point. One you always looked forward to as well.
"Thank you Lyney." You giggled at the new flower that had appeared out of thin air. "I took some of Lynette's advice and found this one for you." You smiled at him, he was so thoughtful, a natural flirt too.
The three of you started to hang out more outside of performances, whether it be strolling around the city or taking a walk outside of the opera house.
You and Lyney got your fair share of alone time too when Lynette was busy. He became increasingly flirty, managing to leave lingering touches that wouldn't seem to go away.
He had a way with words, but also a way of making sure he never left your mind. He wanted to be your Center of Attention.
Lyney was a sweet boy. When he wasn't performing at large venues such as the Opera House, he was entertaining those who couldn't make it to his shows. That could range from young children to the elderly, either way they loved him. You found yourself not only loving his magic, but loving him.
You were an observer, watching him make other people happy in the nation he loved. It made you happy seeing him happy. It worked the same way for him. If him performing was making you happy, it made him happy.
He confessed his feelings through a letter left on your seat during one of his performances. You found your seat with a small note on the chair. "To my favorite audience member, it delights me to have you watch my shows. I find myself yearning for your company every time we are apart. With that being said, I wish to not be apart from you any longer." It wasn't direct, but you understood the message.
You couldn't contain your smile as you say down, holding the letter in your hand.
When he finally came out onstage and locked eye contact with you, he smiled. It was an adorable, meaningful smile. You lifted the note in your lap, just enough for him to see and nodded. Showing him you understood. That made him laugh a bit, not skipping a beat with the speech he was giving.
The performance was enchanting, it was truly beautiful.
After the show you waited for him, the letter was still in hand. He quickly walked over to you, not containing his wide grin. He snapped and a flower appeared once more. You weren't looking at the flower this time. This time, you were looking at his lips. The only thing you could think of is how badly you wanted to kiss him.
Apparently, he caught on to your not-so-subtle stare. He moved the flower towards your face, placing it in your hair. His other hand gently caressed your cheek. In one swift motion, he then kissed you.
It was gentle and sweet. Exactly like him. Both of his hands were caressing your face softly.
He then pulled back and rested his forehead on yours. "Thank you for being my favorite audience member."
#genshin impact#lyney and lynette#genshin lyney#genshin impact lyney#lyney x reader#lyney#OrchistList
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AITA for being upset when excluded from food related to an activity i declined?
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weird title, sorry.
i(15fm) have mixed feelings about leaving the house. i have a relatively low social/'being-away-from-where-i-sleep' battery and my willingness for physical(especially outdoor) activities really just depends on my mood. i'm also involved in some after-school activities (theater tech + debate club + the occasional school event) which can cause plan conflicts and drain my batteries by the time i'm home. for more context, i sometimes walk home for exercise(or just when lacking a ride) and this is a 2 mile trek. (roughly 2 hours + it leaves me a little achy the next day if i walk nonstop)
my family likes to go out for activities all the time: things like taking walks, eating out, and light sports(frisbee, minigolf, swimming). i'm always given an option to come or not, and we have a bit of an unspoken rule where if somebody opts not to come nothing from the activity is guaranteed for them afterward(leftovers, prizes, etc). this is fine and i accept this rule wholeheartedly.
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on this particular occasion, i was aware a few days beforehand that my family planned to play frisbee. i made the choice not to come, then learned that i had tech responsibilities anyway that would 100% interfere with frisbee. i communicated this. once i saw these through my family was already on the way there, which i was prepared for and chose to walk home.
what i wasn't aware of, was that after the activity they went out to eat at a favorite place of ours as a family. the only communication that really took place was me calling my mom when i got out of school(to figure out if i needed to walk), then texting her when i got home safe(which got no response).
when i learned about the food i mentioned that i didn't appreciate it(both the act and the lack of communication), but i tried not to express anger because it's an issue we've had before then had a talk about. my uncle and mom both slightly ribbed me for my saying that, telling me it was my fault i missed out. we came to a compromise where my mom did buy me some fast food to sort of compensate, and while i'm still snacking on those fries i'm not totally *angry* over it but i guess a little frustrated, and want to know if it's still warranted.
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i did mention before, this is an issue that's happened before and been seriously talked about - the family would leave for one activity then end up elsewhere afterwards. i've missed out on, like, 3 separate expensive purchases that my little sisters each got(that i know of), plus the one time they genuinely were the AHs and chose to eat out on the morning of my birthday while i was sleeping in. final tidbit of background that is relevant but i'm genuinely still skeptical about, my dad and older sister both think that i'm treated differently by my mom and her side of the family - that being, they're all step family minus 1 half sister. but i don't remember a time in my life before these people were my family, my mom married in when i was young(+ a lot of adoptions and fostering on that side that suggest non-blood-related family), so i don't think they have any reason to treat me differently.
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AITA?
(can't wait to forget that i submitted then perhaps be jumpscared by an insecurity that's kinda haunted me since that birthday i briefly mentioned)
What are these acronyms?
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Hiya,
It's me again. I'm having one of these days when I don't want to get out of bed and everything is just tragic. Because of that I was wondering if I could ask for something with Adam/reader feeling very nostalgic and down in the "you looked at me wrong, now I'm gonna cry" way. When they come home their partner just shove them with all kisses and cuddles in the world. I'm in need of something extremely fluffy and vanilla
I totally get your vibe, I spent the entire day in bed and I did nothing, I think I got a little carried away in the middle but I hope you like it nonetheless :3
I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
The day itself felt off, had been ever since you had woken up in the morning and when Adam had wanted to do you a favor by letting you sleep in and canceling your appointments for the day, you felt hurt - you weren’t even able to explain why you felt the way you did, but it stung when you had woken up hours later to a simple note on your bedside table that read ‘Ya ass seemed really fucking tired, canceled ur shit, will be back whenever the fuck Sera lets me leave’, underneath the text was a little drawing of himself trying to form a heart with his hands - it looked more like a dick than a heart though. It was cute that Adam had written you a note at all, but yet it didn’t sit right with you, especially because today would’ve been the only day in the week on which your schedule lined up, so you technically could sit in Sera’s office right now, messing around with your boyfriend and talking shit about whatever crazy bitch ass plan the seraphim was working on this time.
Instead you sat at home, alone with nothing to do because Adam had canceled every single plan of yours - you weren’t mad about that itself, you weren’t mad at all. You felt sad rather than angry because didn’t he want to spend the day with you at work, to grab a milkshake afterwards like you always did and watch the sunset in the park that was only a five minute flight from your home? Did he want to spend the day alone without you, away from you rather than by your side?
You haven’t left the bed, not when you have woken up, not five hours later. You had gotten up once - real quick - to pee, but after that you had gone right back to bed, the blanket wrapped around your body instead of Adam’s wings because instead of calling in sick as well, he had decided to leave you alone at home. And while your logical mind kept telling you that he meant well, your emotions spoke a different language.
When you heard the front door open you peeked out from underneath the blanket and when you heard familiar sounding steps heading towards the living room while the lovely voice of your boyfriend called out your name you went back and hid underneath the fabric. It only took the first man a couple seconds to open the bedroom door and sigh at the sight of you. “Still not feeling better babes?” And he sounded genuinely interested in your well-being, but did he care or was he rather annoyed to be back by your side? You didn’t answer his question, ignored it when he sat down next to you and simply pulled the blanket even tighter around your body. His hand came down to grab a fistful of the fabric you were hiding under and with one firm tug he pulled it away from you entirely, sending it flying across the room so you wouldn’t reach for it and hide away again. “Okay fuckface, tell me what the fuck is up,” the choice of petname wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for, in general you didn’t mind the somewhat mean petnames he sometimes used for you, it was his love language after all and to be fair, it was yours too - a little at least. But now? Now you had hoped for something softer. Fuckface only played into your thought of him being annoyed with you and your company. “If you’re growing tired of me just say so, I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection.”
To Adam that reaction came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure on how he was supposed to respond - what the fuck made you think that way? Had he done something wrong? “The fuck is your cracked up ass talking about?” You spread your wings, used them to hide your body away from Adam yet again though you positioned them so that you were able to peek through your feathers and when your sad, tired and somehow even broken eyes met his confused ones, Adam knew something was up and said ‘something’ wasn’t small at all. “You left without saying a word,” you mumbled quietly, too tired of your emotions to speak louder but the brunette sitting next to you had understood you perfectly fine. But that only resulted in him being even more confused, because what the fuck? “I wrote you a fucking note, bitch,” he pointed to the bedside table on which his note was still laying. Your eyes moved to the spot he was pointing at, then back to him, “Today’s the only day our schedules line up and you left me here.” Oh. Oh. Now Adam understood what your problem was - or at least he thought he did. Either way, he was sure to know how to fix that now.
“We can still go out, grab the fucking milkshakes and watch that stupidly perfect sunset like we usually fucking do, y’know?” That simple offer of his took you by surprise and you lowered your wings in order to look at him properly, “Really?” That caused the first man to chuckle in amusement as he gently pulled your body closer to his own until your head was resting in his lap, “Yeah babes, fucking really.” “So you’re not growing tired of me?” Another chuckle vibrated through his body and a small smile appeared on your face as you felt it in every inch of your body. You wiggled your body into a more comfortable position, your head remained in his lap though and soon his hands found their way to your hair as he started to gently play with it. “Why the fuck would I?” And that question made you feel a little embarrassed, “Dunno, usually when one of us calls in sick on this day of the week, the other does so too so we can still spend the day together and I thought…” you didn’t even finish your sentence but you knew you didn’t have to, Adam got where you were coming from. So he playfully ruffled your hair as he responded, “Fuck nah, your ass is way top fucking adventurous, hell would fucking freeze before I grow tired of you, babes.” A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before the first man continued, “You just seemed fucking exhausted lately so I handled your shit for today.”
And that made you calm down a lot, so he was not growing tired of you and tried to get some distance between the both of you in order to make a later breakup less painful - not that this plan would’ve worked anyway. Your body leaned into his warmth, embracing your boyfriend’s company at its fullest, “You said milkshakes are still on the table?” Adam beamed at the mention of milkshakes and he was off the bed with you in his arms in an instant, ready to leave the house just like that, not even caring the slightest bit about the fact that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and underwear. “Bet ya sexy ass they fucking are,” he rushed over to the bedroom door before you were able to stop him, your shitty mood from before was long forgotten as you repeatedly told Adam to slow down while you laughed the brunette’s reaction. “I need to get dressed first,” you explained as he set you down on your own feet. “Just put on a pair of sweats and call it a fucking day, we’re gonna miss that fucking sunset if you need longer than thirty seconds,” he complained with a playful undertone as you picked up a pair of sweats from the ground - you sniffed them quickly making sure they didn’t smell too bad before you put them on and joined Adam who had already headed to the front door in the meantime. “There ya fucking are, finally” he hummed happily as he opened the door, scooped you back up into his arms and left t your house in order to get your weekly milkshakes.
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30 days Hypnosis Mic challenge
DAY 9: favorite duet song
🎤 「Murder at the House of Magic (奇術館の殺人 / Kijutsu-kan no Satsujin) 」 - Gentaro & Dice (2nd duet)
(link)
Just to make it immediately clear: my obsession level is high (yes, this post is going to be super long, and yes, I apologize in advance for that). I'm not exaggerating when I say that I know every single word of this song by heart.
I even made a fanart for this song. Check it out, if you're curious 👉 (link)
I became aware of the existence of this duet far too late, in April 2022, i think??, and in the saddest way possible: through the wiki while searching for only God knows now what kind of other stuff.
Of course, considering that Dice and Gentaro are two of my fave characters ever, it was a scandal for me not to have known earlier about the existence of a new duet of theirs, other than Once upon a time in Shibuya, which is iconic in itself, so I went crazy, obviously, and dashed off in search of the song (with very little success, I have to say)... and when I finally found it and it started playing, I almost had a heart attack.
What. the actual. hell. was. that.
I expected everything, except something of that sort.
Right from the very first notes, I knew this was gonna be BIG stuff.
I mean, VERY BIG.
The vibe it gave me, initially, was something alien, the instrumental intro smelled a lot like the X-files theme song to me (link).
Then Gentaro started, in his usual calm and sexy tone, and I caught the word "satsujin jiken". But so far, let's say, nothing exceptionally new. I knew I should expect some mystery to solve... I mean, the title spoke loud ¯\(ツ)/¯
But poor little naive Anna, soon after the bomb was dropped straight to the center of an indefinite part of my brain.
A serious Dice.
A bloody serious Dice.
A Dice that, instead of rapping, was literally speaking (or at least, the initial impression was seriously that).
I...I've never heard Dice speaking in such a hard, deadly serious yet sexy, defiant, cocky and confident tone, like... I- ... I didn't even think he could ever speak in such a way!? Like. Dice. HELLO?!
Where is my genuine idiotic cute drenched cat gone?! I'm scared?? But at the same time extremely intrigued??
WTF?! Help??!!
Let's make one thing clear: when I first heard the song, I obviously had not read the translation yet. So, how shall I explain what I thought ... mhm... the impression was that he was speaking not in a good-guy-trying-to-be-cool sense, absolutely not.
His tone was blatantly the tone of a thug. And a particularly dangerous one.
The impact of the very first verse of his, "Danna shindanda na, zannen da" was something absurd. I swear. Something of disarming power.
And then the tone used in the "tamannee na" immediately afterwards. Guys, I swear to you. I had completely lost my mind. I was totally in love with this new Dice, you have no idea.
I was going crazy, I just wanted to know WHY he was talking in that absolutely crazy HOT way. I LOVE how it's clearly perceivable that Dice is speaking with a smirk on his face, that of someone who is sure that he cannot be set up.
And I could go on listing word by word all the vocal proclivities that have slowly sent me further and further into the hyperuranium BUT I will refrain from doing so for your sake, because this post would probably become longer than it already is going to be.
And then the refrain. Simply BRILLIANT.
I mean, it's already not enough that this too, like Stella, is a song set up as a story told by Gentaro, in which he then becomes one of the characters in the plot (you can't tell I have logic behind my preferences, can you?), but a semi-occult code was also inserted?????? Who the hell came up with the idea of putting the spelling of Dice and Gentaro's names at the beginning of each verse of the chorus? WHO?
Give a fucking award to the composer, I beg you:
(A)Up & down, Rikou na yatsu wo, Sukkari damashite Ganchuu nai
Wakattenda Dare na no ka Izure wa Subete wo raizarai;
Yurusan, Meshi toraeru, Nogasanai shi Genkei nai
Takara, Rou sezu shite, Umaku moratte Say Good Bye
I don't know if i'm making the point clear enough, here.
And then the whole Uh!(Ah!)Uh!Uh!(Ah!) thing.
Gentaro firing off his "Ichi wa ichi, zero wa zero, hachi wa hachi" with that studied air of his who knows he has the other guy completely on the hook.
And the way you can perfectly sense that the mood of the conversation is starting to turn against Dice, when he throws out that "Nani?!" and then that "Kuso!" so particularly intense (KYAAAAAHHH (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)).
OH, and I can't help but mention how the "Hachiji nijuppun" thing practically became a meme between me and @justanotherniky (fixed message in chat at 8:20 p.m.: "HACHIJI NIJUPPUN" when we don't happen to forget about it).
I swear guys, you have no idea how much I lost my mind behind this duet. Because c'mon, I don't know if you guys are realizing, but it's fucking genius.
And, last but not least, how not to mention the classic "Uso desu kedo ne~" at the close.
Epic.
#hypnosis mic#hypmic#30 days hypnosis mic challenge#day 9#30 day challenge#murder at the house of magic#kijutsukan no satsujin#奇術館の殺人#fling posse#yumeno gentaro#gentaro yumeno#arisugawa dice#dice arisugawa#gendice#fp & m +#anime#manga#japanese rap
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Loved your 13th Doctor headcanons! Do you have any for the Master as well? (Loving Campervan p6 btw 💛)
Aaah thank you! And ooh hm I'm walking to work so just quickly:
Talking about dhawan master specifically, @taardisblue has infected me with the headcanon that because the Master regenerated close to a black hole (hello, time dilation) AND only came into being because simm master killed missy, which is a mess in and of itself but also we know that when timelords cross their own timelines it messes with their heads a bit afterwards simply to preserve the timeline's integrity. So then - the Master regenerates in the temporal and spatial proximity of BOTH of these things....and it completely messes with his timesense. I feel like it's both extremely sensitive (possibly even painful) but also extremely difficult for him to interpret in a coherent way, and like...man, what is his perception of time even like, then? I don't know, I need to write a fic going into it more deeply (I actually have an idea for a timeloop oneshot where the Master can tell that they're stuck in a loop waaaaaay before the Doctor, but because his timesense is a mess and way more sensitive then it starts to genuinely hurt him and he steadily gets more incoherent as it goes on. Meanwhile the Doctor clocks it a few loops later because it smells like quarantined time and the temporal loops they used to weaponise in the Time War, and once she realises and starts to mess with the timeline within like, the two minute loop they're stuck in, she starts to get temporal nitrogen narcosis SKKSKS). Anyway, I also infected @taardisblue with a certain Stargate: Universe fic in return where a character has issues with time perception, and now we both say things like "the Master has trouble with temporal sequencing" in relation to this headcanon skskks so that's fun
And then - I've definitely done this in one of my fics before (notches in your spine, if you want to know which one) but I think that when Tecteun encoded the Doctor's division memories into the matrix and corrupted the files, she would have absolutely put a failsafe on what was left of those memories just in case the Doctor went digging. The failsafe consists of psychic barbs that only go one way, so it means that if you force your way INTO the files, then you just slip past them, but when you try and get OUT again, you're moving against the barbs and it rips your mind apart. And so then my hc is that this is exactly what happened to the Master, and it SHOULD have completely destroyed his mind probably, but 1) he's so used to his mind being something to fight against/pain to fight THROUGH, that he managed to pull himself back together but also 2) he was SO ANGRY about what he'd discovered, and he used that anger to pull himself through the other side of it all. Which is in part why he is drowning in his fury so much this go around - it was the only thing that got him through, and he literally used it to stitch his mind back together
AND THEN finally bc I'm almost at work - because Twelve and Missy, dhawan master actually learnt to feel a lot of empathy, and so that plus his extremely volatile and overwhelming feelings of his own, he feels a LOT of emotion as a rule, and does not know how to deal with it. Hence: literally everything he does in the show.
I've probably explained everything terribly (see: walking) but hope that it makes at least a vague semblance of sense!!!
#taka replies#doctor who#the master#sacha dhawan#dhawan!master#anon#SKSKSKS THANKS FOR THIS!!#love rambling#long post
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The Older Brother: Part Two
Bingo froze like a deer in the headlights as her haunches raised, “How… How do you know about that…? About… About Miss Mandibuzz bein’ there…?”
He tilted his head at her. “I did say I’d talked to Lucario, now didn’t I?”
She huffed, “Why would I assume he told you just ‘cause you talked to him? He’s told me not to tell no one about it so I assumed he’d do the same.”
“Yeah, personally I wouldn’t go yappin’ ‘bout it all willy-nilly. Folks don’t take too kindly to her or anythin’ associated wit’ her. He trusts me enough wit’ it, I guess?” He shrugged in response.
“Right…” Bingo gave an exasperated sigh, “Well, to answer your previous question… Yes. Mister Lucario found me half-dead in the middle of Nowhere with Miss Mandibuzz standin’ over me.”
Scrafty seemed to contemplate this for a moment as he gave her a once-over. But all he really said was, “I see…”
After a brief period of silence, he asks, “Well, you and Lucario are headed to the Guild, right? Whaddaya plan on doin’ once yer there?”
“Uh…” The younger Pokemon paused, furrowing her brows in thought. What did she plan to do once they arrived? What would they do when they got there? What was the plan afterwards? What happens next?
It seemed like such a hard concept to grasp. An “after”. An end to their current travels. The concept of anything being after they arrive seemed to elude her, like it was a blockage. Like she could see the rays of light over the top of a wall but no matter how much she stood on her hind legs she couldn’t see the sun fully.
She began to shift her weight between her paws once more, her ears flattening slightly as she tried to answer, “Um… I… I dunno… I…”
“WE’RE BACK!” Ryan shouted, holding out two handmade wooden toys in his hands. Tyson followed suit, three toys stashed in his loose skin. “We got the horrors!”
Bingo quietly flinched at the sudden shout, nearly bringing her paws over her ears again before stopping herself halfway.
“Horses.” Scrafty corrected him.
Ryan shrugged. “Same thing.”
Scrafty blinked for a moment, trying to process what the fuck bro was yappin’ about. “...Riiight…” Shifting his hands into his pockets, he tilted his head as a gesture to move along. “Anyways. Let’s keep movin’.”
The Lillipup nodded, following after the Scrafty without a word.
The street of old buildings came to an end at the next major intersection, where a handful of horse-drawn carts crossed the road. Scrafty waited until the path was clear before leading the kids to the other side, where they proceeded to stick close to the buildings on the right.
Scratching the beard under his chin, Scrafty cast a downward glance at Bingo and asked, “Well, I’ve asked you loads of questions already. But you got any yourself?”
Bingo paused for a moment, thinking before tilting her head up at him as they walked, “I dunno. I mean, what kinda questions am I meant to ask?”
“Uhhh…” he clicked his tongue as he tried to think. “Well, like… I dunno, anything really? Stuff you wanna know about Lucario, Little Town, Nowhere, the world… So like, anything, I guess?” He shrugged. “I can answer best I can… no good wit’ philosophical shit, though.”
“Mmm.” She stayed silent, wracking her brain for anything she could ask about only to come up empty. “Um, how was your day? You asked about mine, so I should ask about yours,” the Lillipup nodded.
Scrafty seemed genuinely surprised by this. His eyes widened for a moment, looking off to the side as if he was truly contemplating how his day went.
“Good,” he eventually settled for. With a slight nod, he smiled and repeated, “It was good.”
“Good is good!” Bingo beamed.
The group walked along the buildings for a little bit longer. Tyson and Ryan had fallen into a game of I Spy along the way, pointing out different Pokemon in the crowd in increasingly vague ways. “I spy with my little eye…” Ryan started, “...someone who’s… a Fire type!”
“We’re almost there, by the way,” Scrafty said to Bingo, “Just around the corner now.”
She nodded, rounding the corner with the brothers, “Alrigh–” But before she could finish her response a dark shape slammed into her shoulder, knocking her off balance for a moment as the stranger scurried off down the street before she could recover.
Bingo managed to regain her balance, glancing over her shoulder to see the back of the figure disappearing into the crowd.
A Salandit.
The three brothers turned to watch her slip away into the mass of Pokemon in the street.
Tyson turned to Ryan and asked, “A Salandit?”
“Yep!” Ryan grinned. “Your turn now!”
Scrafty only hummed in thought, his eyes scanning the crowd for where she disappeared to. After a moment, he resigned with a sigh and focused his attention back to Bingo. “You a’ight, kid?”
Bingo took her eyes off of the spot in the crowd where the Salandit vanished to look back up at the older Pokemon, “Oh, yeah, ‘m alright. It was just a lil’ bump.”
“Nothin’ nipped off’a ya, right?”
She shook her head, “Nope. Only thing I’ve got on me is my bandana right now and I’d notice if that was gone.”
“Good,” he huffed, “‘Cuz if they had, they’d’ve been long gone by now.”
Bingo sniffed at the air, the overwhelming scent of sweet smokey venom swirled in the air and entered her nose, allowing her to clearly “see” the trail the Salandit had left behind.
“No they wouldn’t," she replied bluntly, “I can still smell ‘em.”
Scrafty let out a small laugh, "Yeah, but with how fast and slippery Salandit can be? You'll only catch 'em if they let ya." He turns to face forwards, waving a hand to get Bingo and the Scraggies to follow. “A’ight, let’s keep movin’, y’all.”
The Lillipup gave no reply, instead just opting to listen and follow.
He led them to a large wooden building with a large sign that read “The Next Stop Inn”, passing several of the inn’s patrons as the group traveled up the stairs to the second floor and traveling down the hall. Scrafty stopped in front of one of the doors and raised a hand to knock but before he could touch the door, it opened up, revealing Lucario standing on the other side.
“Mighty kind of ya to pick up Lillipup for me, Scrafty,” Lucario says with a twitch of his aura sensors. “I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”
Scrafty flinched at the door suddenly opening, blinking for a moment before frowning, “Ain’t never gonna get used to that—” Shaking his head, he moved on to his response, “But naw, she’s a good kid. No trouble at all.”
“Hi, Mister Lucario!” Bingo greeted the older Pokemon before tilting her head with a curious sniff at Scrafty, “Get used to what?”
“His sick aura powers!” Tyson interjected. “He can sense ya from a good ways away!” he explained, wiggling his fingers as if he had magic in them.
The Lillipup raised a brow before glancing up at Lucario in confusion, “Aura…?”
“Aura is a type of energy. It’s the essence of every livin’ thing,” Lucario explained. “Some species of Pokemon can learn to sense and utilize aura, like my own. Lucario are actually some of the best Pokemon at usin’ aura.”
Ryan jumped into the conversation. “Yeah! And! And! And and he can, like, sense emotions n’ stuff with it too! It’s soooooo cool!”
“Oooh. That is cool.” Bingo quietly agreed. Sense emotions? Then could he tell just how upset she was the other day after the nightmare, even if she hadn’t been so tired or tear stained?
“Not just emotions, but that’s the gist of it,” Lucario confirmed. “Comes in handy quite often.” he says, moving so Bingo can enter the hotel room. “Thank ya for takin’ her home fer me. You can leave now.”
Scrafty gave him a thumbs up. “A’ight.” He turned to grab Ryan and Tyson by the shoulders and leave, giving Lucario a nod of acknowledgement as he called back, “See ya, chief.”
“Oh,” Bingo looked over her shoulder towards the brothers, shouting after them as they left, “Bye!”
Scene End.
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2, 3, 8, and 19 for the fandom game, for any fandom(s) you feel like talking about :)
(for 3, fic and/or meta posts, can't actually remember if you've posted straight up fic before haha)
2. My favorite fic from the fandom that I’ve read
I haven't read a ton of fic sadly (although I haven't read a lot in general the last few years due to college making me read So Many academic papers and books that I got burnt out and haven't quite recovered my love of reading. Yet). Although, my friend @lookerdewitt has written literally some of the best fic I have ever read, so I would probably say one of their fics.
3. My favorite fic from the fandom that I’ve written myself
I have actually sort of written fanfic (both legit fanfic, and also a few "thinly veiled technically fanfic if you changed the names" for a fiction writing class that I had to write several stories for and wanted to see if I could get away with it), but I haven't actually. Shared those fics with anyone? Partly bc I have historically almost never finished any fiction writing project that I have started, ever, and partly bc I'm just shy about sharing my writing in general.
I have been working on a LoZ fancomic idea for the past uhhhh four or five years (technically last decade since I first came up with the idea in late high school and then had it sit in the back of my head for several years bc all I had was a setting and a handful of characters), and I have never in my life stuck with a project this long, so I guess that would be my favorite from my personal works bc it's apparently something I care about enough to not abandon entirely. I've actually made a decent amount of progress on my "detailed outline" recently, so here's hoping I can stick it out and actually get to the script and then to drawing pages one day.
For meta posts I think my favorite is actually my analysis of the Octopath 1 cast and how the major antagonists in each of their stories acts as a mirror and foil to each character. I really enjoy analyzing stories in general, but I so rarely write it out, so I was happy to actually do so for once. Gave me a lot of confidence for all the other meta and headcanon posts that I wrote afterwards.
There's also a Legend of Dragoon meta post sitting partly-finished in my drafts where I analyze themes surrounding each dragoon spirit and its wielders, which I haven't finished bc I only remember to work on it when I'm doing my yearly replay of LoD, and also bc it started looking like it might need to be a series of posts due to uh....length. Like I make a lot of lengthy posts, but each dragoon spirit's analysis was about a short essay's worth of words, and there are eight spirits soooo....hopefully I'll finish that one day, bc it's an analysis I've spent years thinking about.
8. Is there anything I wish people would write more about in fics? (A dynamic, an exploration of an arc, just a character that doesn’t get much screentime, etc)
I'm always a sucker for post-canon healing/recovery/rebuilding arcs. Can't get enough of them honestly (when I have the motivation to read). There's something so fascinating about looking at a character who Went Through Some Stuff, but the main narrative didn't look at the effects of that, and so a dedicated writer took up the challenge of trying to explore what comes after.
Most of my favorite characters are weird side characters who don't get a lot of love from the writers of canon or fans, so I'm always glad to see stuff for them as well.
19. Favorite headcanon
Oh hmmm, there's a lot and it depends on which media we're talking about, so if you're curious about a specific game let me know. Off the top of my head though hmm...
Okay I have this headcanon that Milo TriStrat snorts when she laughs genuinely. Like sure she's got the ladylike proper, cute laugh that's part of her spy job and totally fake, but when she is being fully honest and laughing for real, she snorts.
#space-spring#ask game#I still don't have an ask tag#the fact that I got an idea in high school wrote a short blurb that I didn't feel was going anywhere and shelved said idea for uh#close to a decade before I suddenly all at once had a plot to go with the setting and characters like#never throw out your old stuff I guess you never know when it'll come back to you
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For @sillykawa! Thanks again for joining my 100 follower event!
ft.: timeskip kita x reader
trope: unrequited love
lyrics: If only you knew/ What I would do for you/ I'd jump up and hold you/ So tightly/ But I will never be able to do these things/ So I'm just left imagining from "if i could ride a bike" by chevy & park bird
word count: ~850 words
a/n: more angst once again. but i'm starting to really enjoy writing angst. what does that say about me?
“I’m so sorry for having to cancel our plans to go to the farmer’s market this weekend,” Kita hears you dramatically sigh through the phone. He can practically picture your pouty face, which he has always found endearing.
“Don’t worry about it. We can go another time and I promise to make you a delicious meal with what we buy afterwards,” your silver-haired friend assures you as he looks out his kitchen window at the pinkish sky and the setting sun.
“You’re too nice to me, Shin. I swear I will make it up to you!” you promise eagerly, and Kita softly chuckles.
“Seriously, you don’t have to make it up to me, Y/N,” he gently states. He pauses then adds, “So, where is your boyfriend taking you to celebrate your job promotion?”
“You know the restaurant we went to with Aran and Omimi a few months ago, but I didn’t enjoy the food that much? That one.”
Your response causes Kita’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion and, without thinking, he replies, “Why would he take you to a restaurant you didn’t like?”
His puzzled reaction makes you laugh, and you explain, “He went there recently with some of his friends, and he liked the food! Apparently, they revamped the menu and got a new chef! I’m actually looking forward to trying it out on Saturday.”
“Oh, that should be fun,” Kita remarks, attempting to come off as enthusiastic.
It isn’t that he doesn’t like your boyfriend. You have been dating him for just over three years, so Kita has met him countless times and he's definitely a genuinely good guy. Honestly, Kita is glad that you are in a loving relationship, but it does hurt to see you with someone else when he’s been enamoured with you since high school.
When you were both first-years at Inarizaki, you joined the volleyball club as the team manager and, instantly, the wing spiker was drawn to you. Amid a sea of rowdy teenage boys, all impatient to show off their athletic prowess, you were a calming presence that he appreciated. This led to you and Kita conversing frequently and a strong friendship was thus produced.
He cannot remember when he started falling in love with you. The realization that he likes you romantically simply hit him: Suna had made some off-handed comment about you and the captain looking like a couple and you two scolded him. Later that day, Suna’s words ate away at him, until he came to acknowledge that his feelings for you weren’t merely platonic.
He never revealed any of this to you because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You repeatedly expressed how fortunate you were to have such a close, reliable friend like him. Not wanting to upset your dynamic, Kita decided to conceal his love, which wasn’t a difficult task, since he had perfected the art of constantly maintaining a composed facade and demeanor.
Over the years, some of his former teammates did catch onto his feelings towards you and they did their best to encourage him to confess, but to no avail. Kita doesn’t regret choosing to remain silent about his true feelings, though, because whenever you talk about your boyfriend, your eyes light up and a huge smile graces your lips. You tell him that you are certain he is the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you see yourself growing old with.
He is content that you found someone who makes you feel like you are the most beautiful and wonderful person in the world.
Still…Kita knows he could make you feel like the center of his universe.
If he was your boyfriend, he would cook you an amazing meal to celebrate your job promotion. Or if you preferred to go out, he would take you to your favorite restaurant.
If he was your boyfriend, he would make you a soothing cup of tea at the end of each day, while listening to you vent about work.
If he was your boyfriend, he would be your shoulder to cry on.
If he was your boyfriend, he would surprise you with breakfast in bed on the weekends.
If he was your boyfriend, he would send random “I love you” texts throughout the day in order to remind you how cherished you are.
He would. He really would.
But he can’t because you love your boyfriend. Not him.
“We’re about to go see a movie, so I have to head out,” you say, your voice bringing Kita back to reality. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
“Alright,” Kita answers, leaning against his kitchen counter. “Take care.”
And with that, the call ends, but the rice farmer continues to stare out the window longingly. It now dawns on him that you remind him of the sunset: something warm and cheerful that he admires from afar yet can never hold tightly.
It’s fine, though, because you are happy and that’s all that matters.
#kita x reader#kita x y/n#kita shinsuke x reader#kita shinsuke#kita angst#haikyuu x reader#eventsbymoonlight : 100 followers
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letting you know this that shifting anon! i tagged you in my post because it’s too much for the ask box 😭
sorry for not responding sooner. i had a crazy day at work and was just super tired haha
i'm gonna respond to your post here instead of in replies or a reblog.
so when i was in school, i was able to get my work done on time. i'm kinda worse now with time management, but if i know i have to get something done, i'll get it done by the date it needs to be done at. even if that means struggling the whole time to get it done fast enough lol
idk what types of flowers they were, and having been on that campus (at that point) almost four years, they NEVER died like that before. and there's no way someone burned it without there being some form of message sent out to campus. plus by spring they grew back. so it was just so odd that they all of sudden died when they were alive literally the day before.
to give some slight more background into what i audition for and whatnot, so i audition, back to back days the previous week for a musical and play. the play, i had a gut feeling i wasn't gonna get strictly bc i was the first person sent home lol the musical on the other hand, i went thru callbacks and shit like that so i was a bit confused as to why i didn't even get considered or whatnot. but the director, who was also my advisor, ended up picking her own child and her friends to be in the show. so…. nepotism at it's finest.
and to be a skeptic on my own end: while i don't think it was a manic thing, bc even after i graduated and really sat with the fact i wasn't gonna have another show or two to add to my name, i still really wasn't upset about it. it was weird as hell how pippy skippy i became after getting the news when 10/10 times i usually would be upset, beat myself up over it, and cry.
but…. it's possible that i realized how lucky i got. bc the play i auditioned for, the director for that i had worked for once. i wasn't in a production, but i was her assistant and then became a stage manager. and let me tell you, that woman did not, at any given point, have her shit together. like, if you feel like your life is messy, you don't even hold a CANDLE to her mess. so i wasn't too heartbroken over not being in that show. then the musical… again, i think it was realizing i didn't have to worry about the director, who was also my advisor… who barely did any advising. i could spend the rest of my senior year in peace and just do whatever i wanted to. i only talked to her once or twice afterwards and that was bc of a senior project i had to do that she graded and passed me on.
my advisor/director, i'm telling you, had object permance problems when it came to me. there had been multiple times when she wouldn't even tell me there were auditions so the night before i would scramble to learn and entirely new song just to go perform it the next day. that happened multiple times. and just to add some more context for fun, her husband was the music director. so he dealt with the music side, she directed the actors. we did a production of into the woods. i auditioned, got callbacks, genuinely thought i had a chance at a major role, only to not get it. and i remember being outside the theater when they were practicing, i think bc i had a class in that same building. he came out, said hi to me, we chatted for a quick second, and then he very softly said to me "i'm sorry you didn't make it in… you should have" or something like that and then walked off.
so….. she might have just hated me for some reason lol so that could be why i was able to be like "you know what, i'm very happy i'm not dealing with you anymore."
but it didn't make sense how quickly i became happy. bc as someone that has suffered with depression since i was kid (and also didn't know i was suffering at the time this took place), happiness is not something that comes easily to me. i can be happy for a brief moment, sure. but i was giddy, and that itself was jarring to me then and still now.
and yeah my mom saying that to me was super creepy but also weirdly comforting. i never found out what was off, but it was just like a general feeling of things feeling out of place somehow.
and oh i didn't know that. i thought shifting was just a sleeping thing. well, that's cool to know :)
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TSP Character Headcanons!!
these are just personal headcanons of mine- you are not obliged to agree :]]
btw this will be a long long post so im putting the cut here lmao
𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣:
-demisexual af. like he sees absolutely no appeal in ANYONE unless he's hardcore bonded with em (cough cough Stanley)
-ik this one is common but he absolutely talks with his hands, like, to the point where you have to stand further back because they're gesturing so much
-cannot STAND anything scented. scented candles, soap, even certain foods (hm? projecting onto characters who?)
-He could change his voice to sound like anything (like with the mannequin wife) they just went with a british accent since it thought it made them sound 'smart and sophisticated'.
-germophobe to the max- always washing his hands, wiping stuff down, etc.. it wears gloves often in order to keep itself clean (and sane)
-only ever eats dark chocolate (FOR THE RECORD I FUCKIN HATE DARK CHOCOLATE)
-he loaded in his human avatar once and hit their funny bone/ulnar nerve HARD against a desk, and proceeded to sob for an hour while Stanley calmed him down
-he/they/it pronouns babyyy
-will often show Stanley the dumbest most grandma/white mom-eqsue facebook memes (he thinks its comedy gold and Stanley never has the heart to tell it that they're oh so painfully unfunny)
-when it realised he had feelings for Stanley he immediately reset out of surprise and fear (stanley was three hours into the baby game and wanted to strangle them afterwards)
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕪:
-before the Parable he'd use almost an entire bottle of hair gel every day to keep his hair flat (he honestly prefers it natural)
-this guy is the biggest fucking fan of fidget toys. buttons especially.
-pansexual but demiromantic babyyyy
-has in fact eaten several bugs, the current running list including a cockroach, a mealworm, and a surprising number of ants and flies (a lot of them by accident)
-has also eaten dirt, mud, and candy wrappers- he was the type of kid who just put everything in his mouth lmao
-uses 5 million emojis/tone indicators when he texts, it started out as a joke but now he genuinely feels like he can't get his point across without them
-instead of scented things, he can't stand bad textures- the feeling of stucco walls, rubbing your fingernail wrong etc.. it's one of the reasons he's not the biggest fan of slime- he hates the feeling of it sticking to your fingers.
-he fuckin loves citrus. the fruits, the scent, etc..
-when he realised he had feelings for the Narrator he just. locked himself in the broom closet with the bucket for a couple hours.
𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒:
-demigirl AND a lesbian babyyy
-she loves berries. blueberries especially.
-yes, she can backflip. she learned how back in high school, trying out for cheer (their crush was on the team and they wanted to impress her).
-has a hard time letting go of things- gets attached very easily lmao. She has a ton of burnt-out candles and broken mugs still sitting around their apartment.
-has punched multiple people in the face and... other places, in defense of her friends- loyal af
-likes to sing but is mediocre at best; they're really into showtunes and 70s 'hippie music'. she got to see stevie nicks in concert, and considers it one of her highest achievements. also partial to heavier stuff like rock and roll
-has a really close relationship with their dad- he helped her a lot growing up and he was so supportive of them when she came out (projecting again?? ME???)
-she has a 14-year-old pet cockatoo named Alfred (idk why im including this it's just something i believe in)
this post is getting so long but i just had to include my favorites, part 2 later!!
#tsp#the stanley parable#tsp narrator#tsp stanley#tsp mariella#tsp headcanon#im having too much fun#hrrgh gay ppl...
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❛ because you and i, we are so different, aren’t we, and yet we are more like each other than the rest of the world is like us. ❜ - finch
alone with you in the ether // @founderscouncil (finch)
in all the old stories, their species were like oil and water even though both of them were - and are - beholden to the moon in a way.
yet something clicked into place the minute flori met finch. in an unexplainable way, it felt like looking into a mirror; it felt like looking at another part of her soul.
truthfully, it had been one of the few times that flori didn't hate being perceived.
sure, finch was standoffish and sarcastic; she was used going it alone and had a chip the size of mystic falls on her shoulders. but she knew what flori meant whenever the tiny vampire muttered a proverb - or swear words - in tagalog underneath her breath.
"i've always been an only child," flori begins, "so i wouldn't know what it's like, having siblings. whenever i hang out with you, though, i imagine that's what it's like - we're about as different as night and day." she nods and runs her hand through her hair. "but my parents would've loved you." flori feels her lips curl upwards into a warm smile. "my dad, especially. still, i think my mom would've liked you too; she was clever, quick witted. like you."
flori nudges finch, then, and her eyes soften. "lizzie came to me once. before you transferred here. asked if i could do a headdive on you. i said no. told her i couldn't, wouldn't, dive into your head without your say so. she went to mg afterwards. and mg said yes because, well, we do anything so our crushes look at us, do we not?"
the door to the gym swings open and a bunch of rowdy wolves enter. some of them spot flori sitting with finch and they frown. instead of frowning right back, flori beams at them and waves happily at jed before she turns back to finch.
"for the record, i really am sorry. you deserved better than that."
whether she's talking about lizzie's mg assisted minddive or finch's relationship with josie quietly but firmly burning out until nothing but bitter ashes remained, flori does not say but it is evident that her words are genuine.
"i'm gonna go now before brock throws a ball at me and sends both the ball and me flying through the nearest window ala team rocket you know? we're blasting off at the speed of liiiiiiight!"
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When The Music Fades and All Is Striped Away
You ever have a mean girl for a friend? Ever worry what others think about you, instead of what you think about yourself? Have you ever had people expect something to happen to you and as it turns out, it goes the exact Opposite? If so, grab a drink and curl up for more.
A friend of mine I went to church with she had this love hate thing with me. She loved me, but at the same time she was jealous of me. She loved to hate me if that makes any sense. She for years since the whole time I had known her thought I wanted her man and her man wanted me. When we had social gatherings, I was darned if I do and darned if I didn't. The way she would go out of her way to embarrass me or hurt my feelings or worst of all exclude me on purpose. The way she would treat me during Bible Study when she would lead it there she'd be with all of her friends and they were to me, the "Mean Girls" . They didn't up lift you or make you feel empowered they made you feel worthless and yucky by the time they got through with you and the worst part was they did it all in the name of Jesus.
I'm sure had you asked her when she was alive who she'd expect her husband to be with it probably would have been me. I remember one time I gave her a compliment on her plates saying we had similar taste and she presumed I was being manipulative and was actually wanting her plates; based on the fact I complimented them. She then told me when she died she'd be sure to let me have them as she was already sure I would have them🤔whatever that was supposed to mean. When I shocked her by saying no I expected nothing,she was shocked. I think a part of everyone thought that David would end up with me......including myself as much hell she gave me. Well that and the fact he had once told me he fancied me at the worst possible timing. The truth is that was the furthest from the truth, he actually wants nothing to do with me at all. Of course there was things he did when she was alive that made her feel the way she felt in regards to him; he flirted, but asking him from his perception of things he has never flirting. He was only a dad figure🙄I could spend a whole blog elaborating, but I'll spare you. I over looked alot and played dumb to a lot. In my opinion, I can weigh in somewhere in the middle, I believe to some extent he did, things said and done ,however ,some things was just part of his nature. He genuinely was more than likely charsmatic. I think the more I sank in rock bottom is when I lost my glamour and wonder and it was more like looks of disappointment after that.
She never told me she was disappointed in me, but when I began to be excluded in things like social gatherings were before I had always been invited,that is when I knew. When they threw a surprise party and I had no way to get there or home but had an invite that's when I knew I was no longer wanted there. The expectation was that I find a way, no one was allowed to give me rides🤔so the disappointment was much on my end as apparently there's. I always felt that was on purpose to make me believe I was wanted there when actually she really preferred me to not be around. She once refused to do a Christmas booth picture with me claiming she was pictured out, yet there was literally handfuls of people she took pictures within the same photo booth set up at church that year right afterwards. There was even a group picture of her dearest friends from over the years I was not invited, I stood in the distance and with tears in my eyes watched as she made it clear that the friendship I thought had been was an illusion.
If I wore makeup she made it about me trying to get her husband's attention or her son's🙄If I didn't I was acting depressed. If I got anew outfit it was always because I wanted to look my best for her husband in her opinion itcould never just be because I wanted to. She talked so much shit about me that after she died her friends came out of the wood work to let me know how crappy of a person they thought I was. I wonder if she ever loved me like she had said she had, as daughter? She never liked it when I stood up for myself and challenged her. She once grabbed my hand and yanked me close to her and told me to shut up... at church. She told me that day, you wanna see how much power I have this day everyone will remember that you were the one that grabbed me not me... that's how much influence I have. I blew it off she told me her son would remember it that way..... I always assumed because he watched his mom publicly shushed me like a child he would have noticed she had grabbed my hand and pulled me close to quietly scold me that he saw she hadn't finger, my hand... He remembers it exactly like she said he would. To have that much power is crazy to me.
The part that is shocking is that ever since the day her husband had picked me up for work and told me he liked me; the honest truth is there was that part deep inside of me that wanted to turn acknowledge he was speaking to me and say, "If you do like me,prove it!" "Cuz I call BS!" There was that part of me that wanted to be a bitch back as much as she had been a bitch to me and her family members mainly just her eldest son and company and say, "okay, well if your ever single and not married, okay, ya.... then we can discuss this! " He wasn't a bad dude, old enough to literally be my dad but none the less a good guy. It would be the only exception cuz I would know he wasn't an abuser or just wanting sex from me, like most older guys. Instead I ignored I heard him.
Now the thing I ever talk about is what I'm about to say: In all honesty, He was the jerks dad. But the thing is I was attracted to him, not the jerk. He was charming, funny and honest. But it was more like when you go to work or somewhere and your asked hey what do you think about this person honestly you never think to act on it if that makes any sense so it always bothered me she just assumed I would be like a homewrecker when I was all about just wanting her approval if that makes any since and wanting her to be proud of me.
He never addressed any of his feelings after she died but he was so quick to find a replacement. I was left with so many feelings, especially when I'm the one getting the shitty looks from her friends when it should be the girl he's dating and marrying not me so why am I the hoe. He even assumed that dating time involved sex when I tried to talk to him to get him to talks about it. I was so hurt, he even made it sound like it was all in my head. Her friends talked so much shit about me "because" he use to flirt with me though it went over my head... No like literally till a friend sat me down and as a friend pointed it out to me and for him to play dumb was so like every other guy in my world. I always thought of him as the perfect husband other than the flirting🤔😂just laughed it off as the south rubbing off and being a typical older guy in the south🤦🏻♀️😂I always imagined him to be the perfect dad and perfect Pastor when he was one..... the moment he made it out like it was alloy head, the blinders came off and I saw him like his wife had saw him God rest her soul. She shared some things in Bible Study and I always just listened to it and thought she was just being parinoid that he was going to cheat and jealous and possessive, I never actually thought that he actually had almost cheated on her. She tried to commit suicide. It was part of why she was, the way she was. Why their eldest son was the way he was all this taking place around the time he was born Imagine you could cut the tention in the air with a knife. It made a testimony I had heard from what I thought was the crazy lady at church,every church has one or the story of one😂🤣the lady that is like the apythony of a gold digger, botax and desperate house wife junkie🤣😂or wanna be rather. So this lady had married this guy, yes he was wealthy and yes he was well a typical guy. Thinking with the wrong head if you get my drift. So I had called her one day cuz I was one of the few people she actually liked. I thought it was weird I could hear Pastor in the background, I also thought it was suspich she was at the movies🤨She came up with a believable excuse I filled it away as useless knowledge. Years later she appears after being MIA and she states she had been asked to leave the church by Pastors son cuz he knew of the affair she was having with Pastor David🤔🧐😳In my head I was like this lady done slid off her cracker it was only when David's wife died that I thought about that story again but much differently and I began to wonder.🤔What do you think?
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A snippet of angst for DADT:
"Hey,James!" Sirius said not looking up. Regulus cleared his throat pointedly. "Regulus... Crouch... Rosier... What are you three doing here?" He asked looking up.
"We were out at dinner with James and I wanted to talk to you." Regulus said.
"About what, goody-two-shoes?" Sirius asked abrasively.
"Maybe you would know if you let them finish." Barty snapped. Regulus grabbed his hand to calm him.
"Why would I ever let the reason why I was disowned finish?" Sirius said.
"Wow, didn't realize you were so rude." Evan said moving to hold Barty back.
"Well, I wanted to discuss any hard feelings you might've had after you had been disowned but since you've made them oh so clear we're going to discuss what was actually happening in that house." Regulus started.
"But-" Sirius interjected.
"No." They said. "I'm talking now. You think that you know what happened when you were kicked out? Did you know that the reason they disowned you was because of me? Did you know that I wanted so badly to go with you? Did you know they crucio-ed me for three times as long as Mother did you? Did you know that once I came out, I had it ten times worse. I had to glamour my face and hands constantly, I couldn't ever dream of wearing short sleeves. Yet, you went on to bully me and my friends at school and never once had a genuine conversation with me afterwards, no matter how much I tried to reach out." Regulus was crying. They were openly shedding tears.
"Maybe, but you always let me take the blame before that." Sirius objected.
"Did I? Did I let you take the blame every time we got caught sneaking around? How about when you ran off to James'? That was the only time you took the blame and that was because I wasn't there to see what happened!" Regulus yelled.
#fanfic#rosestarkillerchaser#regulus black#sirius black#angst#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#james fleamont potter
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Yesterday, I finally had my first session DMing for the new group, which was also my first time DMing for a group in real space, and my third time GMing altogether, and let me tell you, the DM flow state is real, bro. Once I got over my nerves after the introduction, I was in the zone for four and a half hours, never realising how tired I was (didn't sleep very well cause of nerves), and not needing any food even though I had only had breakfast that day.
But when we took a break, it all came crashing in, and I had to end the session. I was exhausted but still so keyed up that I went very quiet and didn't eat much, and could only sleep for four hours after, which is why I'm writing this at 5:40 in the morning after unsuccessfully having tried to go back to sleep for two hours. Is this what it's like? Is this normal, is this good?
I think it went well, it certainly did for me. I felt great, and I think the others did as well, because afterwards, the mood between us six strangers was very relaxed and it felt a lot more like friends than it did before. Feedback was also positive, but you cannot really tell with strangers how much is good will and how much is true.
Only now, I have three weeks to make sense of what my PCs apparently think are major plot points, when in actuality they were stuff I had to make up on the spot because they focused on the one part of their assignment I added for flavour and was supposed to be a red herring. Ah well, that's the way of ttrpg, apparently. Let's see if I can a) remember accurately what I said (I tried writing it down while they were talking among themselves, but I'm not sure how accurate and/or jumbled those notes will be), and b) either put it into my existing story frame somehow, or scrap what's there and set a new focus. The struggle is real!!
Also, is it weird that I was happy they mopped the floor with my bad guys? I was genuinely happy they got an easy one, and they thought them so pathetic that they even let them keep their weapons and even the gold they had on them. It felt like an unbalanced fight, and I will keep that in mind for next time, but they had two crits and I have been rolling genuinely badly, so I don't really know. Also, fairy fire in level one combat is a bitch and a half, let me tell you. They nearly talked them out of even fighting at all as well, but the persuasion roll went badly.
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