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seonghwaddict · 3 months

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falling and sleeping — choi jongho

in which falling in love with you felt like falling asleep; natural and unnoticed.

best friend!choi jongho x fem!reader. genre. fluff, crack, friends to lovers. warnings. cursing, none he's just a little nervous. wc. 1.5k. rating. pg-13

lilo’s notes. hiii here's a fluffy little jongho fic because i love him. this isn’t proofread btw i’m sorry for any errors! also, my upload schedule is now on saturday's :3

listening to. from the start, laufey

masterlist.

“hyung!”

jongho burst into the living room of his shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. hongjoong was nowhere to be found, likely at the studio or something, and wooyoung sprawled on the couch, watching a drama on the tv, scrolling through his phone, and taking occasional sips of his comically large coffee cup simultaneously. at the sound and sudden appearance of jongho, he looked away from the screen.

“something wrong?” he yawned, turning his phone off and dropping it on his chest.

“yes. i figured out my problem-“

wooyoung snorted, eyes drifting back to the television screen. “yeah? which one?”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll strangle you,” jongho paused what was supposed to be his dramatic monologue to glare at the dark haired fox-resembling man on the couch. he waited a second before sighing. “my y/n problem. i figured it out. so-“

“you have a problem with her?” at the mention of jongho’s best friend’s name, wooyoung’s attention was captured. if he had a problem with you, that meant something terrible must have happened. truthfully, wooyoung would hate that. he’d been rooting for the two of you for years, even if neither of you were aware of how perfect you were for each other.

“hey! stop interrupting me,” jongho kicked his shin lightly before continuing, “well, no, we don’t have a problem but things felt weird for some reason and i have come to a conclusion.”

“okay… and…?” wooyoung gestured for him to continue, his dramatic pause putting him on edge.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“… excuse me?” it was then that he decided to turn off the tv, giving his full attention to his younger friend.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“oh, for the love of-“ wooyoung groaned and threw himself back on the couch, screaming into a pillow, “CHOI JONGHO YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER!”

a confused expression crossed his face as he watched his friend’s dramatic antics and jongho sat down, forcefully pulling the pillow from wooyoung’s face. he should’ve found hongjoong instead, maybe he would’ve been more helpful.

“no, no, don’t be silly,” he tossed the pillow aside and spoke, hands flailing around to emphasise his point. wooyoung was on he verge of banging his head against a wall, “lately when i go near her my stomach itches and i feel all warm and sometimes it gets hard to breath and…”

the realisation that spread across his face was a picture wooyoung wanted to take and print out, plastering it on his wall and also adding it to his resume with the caption ‘i’m literally cupid.’

“… and oh my god i’m in love with her.”

a loud cheer left wooyoung as he sprang up from the couch, going on a five minute rant about how long he’d been waiting for this and how he always knew there was something. “you should go tell her right now.”

“w-what- no! i just figured out i’m in love with my best friend and you expect me to just… go and tell her?”

“that’s exactly what i expect,” he nodded, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg, “didn’t she tell you about how she overheard someone say some guy from her workplace wanted to ask her out for valentines?”

“well, yeah… but-”

“no buts!” he held his palm up, silencing jongho. “you can’t let that home-wrecker ask her out before you. so, get your ass off that couch, change into something nice and go tell her you love her. and buy some flowers in the way.”

“it’s not home-wrecking if we aren’t even toge-“

“that’s besides the point, now do as i say if you ever want a relationship with her.” wooyoung rolled his eyes and turned on his heels, walking to where his jacket hung on the coat rack. he pulled out his wallet and, surprisingly, fished out his credit card to give to jongho. “this is for flowers and some chocolates only.”

and so half an hour later he was walking down the hallway of your floor of your apartment building, wearing an all-black ensemble of slacks a shirt and a trench coat, holding a bouquet of various flowers he didn’t know the names of in one hand and a small box of your favourite chocolate ms in the other. he could still abort and leave without you ever knowing he was there in the first place. you’d given him a key to the building a while ago, trusting him with it since your apartment was practically his second home.

he considered doing just that again, but the bought of you going out with another man who wasn’t him had his heart aching, giving him some courage to finally step in front of your door. he practiced what he wanted to say to you under his breath as he stared at the familiar dark grey door. when he thought he was ready, he reached out to ring the doorbell.

only to pull away at the last second and begging pacing back and forth nervously. eventually, he stopped, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to ring your doorbell. there was no going back now.

when you opened the door and you looked at him with your bright eyes and enchanting smile, he felt the nervousness in his stomach melt away and get replaced by butterflies and a soft pink tint on his cheeks. “oh, hey, jjong-“

“i love you.”

you blinked at him, not noticing the very obvious items in his hands, eyes fixed in his face. not quite understanding, you chuckled lightly, “you know i love you too.”

“no, you don’t get it. i mean, i in love with you. i fucking love you and i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt so strongly about someone in my life. i smile when someone mentions you, my heart flutters when i’m around you, fuck, when i see your smile it feels like all my problems have been solved and… your presence, god, it just fucks me up in the best way possible. i can’t believe i didn’t realise this sooner, but i’ve fallen for you, y/n. though, i suppose i didn’t realise it because falling felt like sleeping and sleeping feels so natural and easy that i never realised it until now.”

you stared at each other. he stared with all the admiration he could muster and you stared with mild shock and, under that, relief. “you… you love me?”

“oh my god, i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- i’ve made things awkward, haven’t i? just- just forget that-“

you soft palm covering his lips drove him to silence, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your unoccupied hand. his heart skipped a beat as you grinned and whispered your next words.

“jongho, i love you—in that way—too.” you dropped your hand from his mouth slowly, looking down at the flowers and the chocolates, giggling, “you really didn’t have to get all this.”

you took them out of his hands slowly, avoiding his gaze, flustered as you placed his gifts on the marble counter of the kitchen behind you. he hadn’t said anything since your confession, cheeks burning and jaw dropped slightly. he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t believe you liked loved him back.

he drew your attention to him, breathing out your name. “you… you love me too?”

“yes, you dense cabbage, i love you,” your laugh was melodic as you took both his hands in yours, nodding, “now shut up and kiss me.”

jongho’s expression finally changed into a giddy grin as he pulled his hands out of your grasp to hold your waist, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. when you didn’t protest, not that he expected you to, he deepened it into a proper kiss that he hoped conveyed his need for you. he felt like his knees would go weak as your delicate hands trailed up his torso to his head, brushing his hair absentmindedly as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

eventually, you had to separate to catch your breaths and jongho mentally cursed the human need for oxygen. he liked kissing you, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. when he felt like the tension had gone completely, he leaned forward to press repeated pecks to your lips, basking in the way you giggle and tried to meet each one of his quick kisses.

“i think i have a tiny crush on you,” you muttered once he decided he kissed you enough (it was never enough, really, but he wanted to let you breathe), fighting back a stupid grin.

“you think?” he snorted, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline and eyes full of affection.

“yeah, a teeny tiny one.”

he laughed heartily, giving you one more peck “i paid with wooyoung’s card, by the way.”

“in that case you should’ve gotten at least five more bouquets.”

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Tiny Vox part 2?

Idk if you'll use this but I just want to give it to you.

I kind of headcannon tiny vox the be dumber, because the unprepared small body can't load all his data very well. So I imagine Vox, being stupidly in love, trying the help them when they are doing the dishes or working on their hobby bit he is just making more of a mess and smiling dumbly in love. Like when reader likes to draw heb grabs a random coloured pencil and bring it to them. You know just adorable but unhelpful.

Pocket-sized Partner: VoxPet™️ Care Guide

Tiny!Vox x Reader

A/N: So uhhh- here's a teeny little Headcanon thing while I write the continuation for the VoxPet series because I love smol TV guy. That and I'm starting to slightly feel the burnout, well- I can't tell if that's the right term since I'm starting to look at my ideas and realize that they're starting to lack the coherence and polish they used to. ANYWAY! Here's a Headcanon list for the small guy before I post the continuation for it- so I hope you guys enjoy! Happy reading!

So given Vox's mostly bionic/mechanical biology, it makes sense that he doesn't necessarily regenerate the same as other more organic(flesh-based) sinners.

Instead, he has spare bodies to upload his consciousness and switch into if the one he's using gets damaged and needs repairs or is just not worth saving.

Hence he has a couple spares lying around.

It's just in this instance, the only spare he had left was in a less than desirable condition-

And the others were still broken or just beyond repair.

Having a his brain be it's own practical digital entity also plays into this, I'd think in his paranoia he'd have copies of his own data stored in cloud servers all over the pride ring too.

So it won't be easy should someone try to get rid of him.

Anyway, back to the body switching.

So this new body Vox took is a very underpowered and overutilized little thing.

Imagine running a Skyrim with over a thousand mods on the highest graphics using a 7 year old dell laptop.

Yeah. That's what Vox is currently doing.

The small body is already running at full capacity with his overload of data and it's not even all of it.

Just the basic necessities like his personality and habits.

Like, what make Vox- vox.

Everything else like his schedules, alarms, work, etc.

They're just uploaded to a cloud server with the rest of his complete data.

Oh I forgot to mention, in his haste to make this tiny cute form-

He totally forgot to give it the ability to form even basic speech patterns.

Hence the squeaking and beeping.

He actually can't talk, not that the small body would even have any more processing room if he did do that.

Vox merely figured that you'd probably find some enjoyment anyway in his predicament until the new spare parts arrived and he didn't want to keep moving around dripping coolant and blood accompanied by some sparking wires.

Let's not even mention the cracked screen.

His face being messed up was probably the least of his issues there too.

So you kind of had to take care of him as that small little guy in that hastily put together body.

Also, because it's so underpowered and practically at it's peak use-

Vox can't actually really use his powers much.

Which he didn't realize only until after he flipped out when Velvette and Valentino found him when the staff were panicking from him suddenly going AWOL.

In this tiny body, he only has his generally human memorization skills to recall important things.

Not his flawless computer memory, which was lumped in with the data this body couldn't hold.

He did thank his lucky stars that you weren't so upset about the state he was in though.

You'd often flip the hell out when he got hurt or just had blatant disregard for his own wellbeing.

I mean, when you can switch bodies like the socks on your feet would you be careful too?

I wouldn't, I'd try every single way to die just out of sheer curiosity and boredom-

Anyway, after you got over the initial shock of seeing your boyfriend all plushie sized and everything-

You better bet he got fucking spoiled.

Literally like a chihuahua in a purse moment.

Y'all know those build a bear clothes and accessories?

Yeah no you'd dress Vox up and down in those tiny things and he just couldn't stop you.

He could figure out how to delete all the photos you'd taken when he got back to normal.

But if being treated like a doll was all it took for you to just drown him in kisses and hugs-

You better bet this man would go ahead and pull something like this again.

Plus the compulsion to just aggressively cuddle the life out of him-

Well he's already dead but the point stands.

He can't help but soak up your affection like a thirsty sponge though.

You do eventually realize that he actually has to be plugged in to recharge though.

Plugged in by a port on the back of his teeny head.

What, where did you think he'd put it?

You're glad that Vox tends to leave all sorts of cords of different lengths around your apartment.

Something to do with his work?

You had half a brain to tie him up with those said cords sometimes-

It was irritating at first but after you organized them to keep, at least you didn't dispose of them since you needed them now-

For once the hardware spaghetti was actually useful.

And thank goodness for the long wire, because he'd become extremely clingy after all the attention and affection you'd given him.

Tiny dude was sitting on your lap being pet and coddled while charging.

All while you were reading a book.

Yep. He was a spoiled little shit.

You also realized that he didn't need to eat because of the charging thing-

But he could if he wanted to.

As proven when Vox just took a small part of your meal and slowly ate it.

It wasn't even a full bite for you but it looked comically big in his tiny hands.

He installed a proper digestive system but not a text to speech thing.

Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend's priorities were a little more wayside that you originally took them for.

He was so cute trying to help you with the dishes though.

Couldn't really do much because of how small he was-

Not to mention the fact you didn't even want to risk any more damage to him since electronics and water are generally not a good mix-

But he tried, and you'd count him being adorable as helpful emotional support anyway.

Even if he really didn't do anything aside from play with the bubbles and smile cutely at you.

If he didn't have an empire and corporation to run you might actually just keep him like this-

Even when you were looking over at some documents his secretary sent over to sign-

You guessed it was because Vel mentioned that Vox was in your care for the time being.

He was wobbling around holding a pen that was probably half his size.

Again cute as hell, but an unhelpful distraction-

Now when you went to sleep?

You plugged Vox in again and just cuddled him against your chest.

The same thing happens when he "sleeps" whether big or in this form anyway.

Screen dims and then his company logo screensaver pops up.

Anyway, I say sleep in quotations because Vox doesn't actually sleep in the conventional sense.

It's just one of the many ways he can physically recharge.

So if he does sleep it's often by choice or because he just passes out.

If he wanted to keep going physically, Vox could just directly connect himself into a power outlet and not ever run out of juice.

Mentally though- it's why he actually needs our version of sleep.

Or periods of system shutdown where he can actually mentally recuperate.

Otherwise he'd be a cracked out delirious mf hyped up on caffeine.

Which he is sometimes regardless.

Either way, you'd pet and cuddle him until he fell asleep before you would also succumb to slumber.

When you woke up though, he somehow ended up cuddling your face.

You had no idea when that even happened.

He greeted you with a happy beep and a heart on his tiny face when you woke up though.

It was probably selfish as hell but now you really wanted to keep him like this just a little longer-

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x you #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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dollveis · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀𐚁 ͏͏ ᳝˚ ͏͏𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. ׁ ׂ ✦

✿ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : college!ellie x fem!reader.

✿ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : kind of enemies to lovers trope, vaguely anxiety mention.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✿ ﹙ 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒﹚: i took two whole weeks to make this request because im literally blocked and i entered in a crisis after uploading it by accident (i also have serious problems with verbs tenses), kinda hate this tbh. @evanpetersluver obligated me to give her credits because she was the one who gimme the idea of alpha and omega, ily. dialogues and narrative are written on italics.

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Thinking about college!ellie as your girlfriend...

You met her by accident on your first day of college, it wasn't the best first impression.

"Fuck, watch where you're going," a female voice said, with upset tone and cursing a little bit more under her breath. A girl with a half-up half-down hairstyle, a helmet hanging on her right hand and furrowed eyebrows looking at you, her green eyes piercing you like blades.

"Excuse you? you should too, damn," you were having a bad day because of that stupid teacher who humiliated you in front of your class and as cherry on top, now this stupid girl thinks she can talk to you like that? you bumped into her by accident.

The day after you bumped into her again, this time when you were entering on your dorm. She was one of Dina's, your roommate, closest friends.

You couldn't stand Ellie and her mocking attitude, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

"Why's this dumbass here again, Dina?" your hand rubbing the bridge of your nose, already fed up of that annoying and cocky smirk of hers, "you don't have a dorm? you're always here, god".

"I can't believe you're at college, you act like a baby," she mocked, leaning against Dina's headboard, "get over it".

It's almost insane to think you became lovers at the end. One day you entered your room with watery eyes, stressed and anxious about your exams and works, tired to the point you didn't cared about Ellie's presence in Dina's desk. She ran to you surprisingly fast, expecting her usual bullshit she acted caring towards you for the first time, with concern in her voice and worry adorning her features as Ellie kneeled down.

Without realizing you cried on her arms for the next two hours, being comforted by her warm hug and her hands caressing your back, making your heart race fast on your chest.

"You don't hate me?" with your voice broken and shaky complimenting your swollen reddish eyes you pulled away your face from the curve of her neck to look at her eyes, this time a soft stare in them.

Ellie didn't answered, instead she kissed you. The sweetest kiss you ever felt, with both of her hands on your cheeks as her fingers traced messy figures.

"That seems like hate to you?" a fond smile in her lips and without waiting for you to think and answer, she pressed her lips gently against yours.

After that, without words needed, you and Ellie already knew you were girlfriends.

A few weeks after starting dating, Ellie already learned you classes schedule and she started walking you to class and wait for you once they end if she was free, sometimes bringing you your favorite snacks and drink.

The times you forget about your money Ellie won't stop insisting to share her lunch and even if you always reject her, unluckily for you Ellie is persistent as hell.

"I'm okay, Ellie, i said no," you stroked and squeezed Ellie's thigh under the table of the cafeteria, her slightly larger hand trying to reach yours to interlock your fingers.

"Yeah, i don't care, you need to eat and take care of yourself, now eat or i'll feed you," she threatened even if you kinda liked that idea.

Sometimes you surrender and eat or intentionally refuse to tease and embarrass Ellie by making her feed you, thing that she did few times and later told you she hated you and never did it again.

Every time you tease her she takes revenge in front of your friends, making your cheeks red and something awakening inside you.

"You look so pretty and so mine today, sweet girl," she whispered in your ear, her arms wrapping around your waist and her lips softly skimming your neck, giving you a kiss to immediately break the contact with you. Her lips forming a smirk when she looked at your nervous expression.

"Hey, are you okay? You are really red," Jesse asked you with a worry, approaching his hand to your forehead, "you have fever?".

She loves to pick you up with her motorcycle from everywhere. She doesn't care if it's an hour away from where she is, if you call her she's picking you.

Actually, before you she didn't let anyone get on her motorcycle like it was her child. Now she even bought you a helmet so you can always go with her without any danger.

Ellie memorized what you like and what you don't, giving as result her waiting for you at your dorm with a wrapped gift in her hands after you told her you passed that test that was driving you crazy or similar situations.

If she used to spent the whole time on your dorm, now she almost lives with you and Dina, having multiple clothes and dinosaurs pyjamas on your closet along with yours.

She's a film lover but her favorite genre to watch with you are the kids ones, she loves those and thrillers too. I said movie nights almost every Friday and Saturday?

The type of girlfriend who invites you to everything even if you didn't care if she went alone, she just wants you there because loves your presence and your silly comments, she loves how you make her feel warm.

"I got invited to this party, wanna go? Dina's probably going with Jesse," she asked, looking at through her instagram's messages while she was layed on your bed.

You turned your head from your desk and notes to look at her, her hair messy and some hair strands invading her freckled face, "Not a big fan of parties, but you can go, baby," you hummed already knowing her answer because you knew Ellie Williams like your hand's palm.

"Then i prefer stay with you watching Alpha and Omega," her eyes lighting up with excitement, showing how much of a kids movie lover she was.

"Again?" a dumb smile in your lips, mesmerized by your own girlfriend.

#=͟͟͞⚝ ��𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢 !#ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou

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alexawynters · 4 months

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Scarlet Whispers pt 6

Gif not mine

A/N: I edited this while stoned. Probably not my best idea. Also this feels so filler. Should I upload chapter 7 as well??

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-5 here

Chapter Six

The next morning, you found yourself unusually attached to Wanda, refusing to let her out of your sight. You had always disliked the idea of being clingy with the few friends you had, but with your mind in disarray from the events of the previous night, she was the only bastion of comfort you knew. Playing your games only reminded you of your suspicions, and the fact that you could only watch hard copies of anything had the same effect. Instead, you longed for the witch to hold you, alleviating your treacherous thoughts. Unfortunately, you couldn't express this to her without giving away what you had discovered, so instead you clung to her side whenever possible.

Not that Wanda minded, of course. If anything, she was wondering why she hadn't thought to arrange a little home invasion or something to draw you into her arms sooner. But better late than never, right? The witch cooed and fawned over you in her native Sokovian every time you pulled her back to you when she started to get up or go to her garden. Part of you wanted to ask her for a translation - she always called you some nickname or another - but you never had any idea. Another part just savored the way her language rolled off her tongue. You began to consider that you didn't need to know exactly; you could grasp the gist of it well enough.

Wanda, on her part, began sharing more of her work with you. She didn't reveal everything, of course, but she would show you snippets, especially since you were so intent on being by her side. She wanted to make you more familiar with what she was doing. The witch would demonstrate how she observed the multiverse using one-way portals she would conjure, to ensure your protection from external dangers. Naturally, Wanda made sure to only show you versions of the Avengers who would actually be a threat to you, who were truly evil in their universe. She hoped this would sway you further to her side, seeing the atrocities they would commit, the powers they wielded.

For sure this made you fearful of the Avengers. However, you never forgot what Wanda initially told you about her origins, her experiences with her versions of the Avengers, and your own involvement. The current situation didn't align with what Wanda had previously shared, sowing doubt to further creep into your heart and mind. These individuals were supposed to be heroes, just like Wanda once was. So why were they now posing a threat to you specifically?

That's what you couldn't understand. All Wanda seemed to care about was keeping you by her side, keeping you safe. But why would the "Earth's Mightiest Heroes" have any interest in you? You weren't a villain. Incapable of harming even a fly, you had never harmed anyone in your life, despite times when you should have defended yourself. So if they didn't want you, then who did they want?

Your gaze turned from the portal Wanda was observing to the witch herself. Could they want Wanda? You had witnessed what she had done in Westview, but she had done the right thing in the end. Surely that counted for something, not just in terms of morality but also with these so-called-heroes. Wanda wasn’t a villain.. Was she?

As you looked at her focused figure, you reflected on all the ways she had supported you. Openly confessing to journeying through multiple universes just to locate you; she rescued you from an abusive family, shielded you from the monotonous 9-to-5 existence, and brought you to your new home. Throughout your time together, Wanda had consistently shown nothing but care and affection, fulfilling your every desire. If Wanda was considered a "villain," did that moniker truly matter to you?

Captivating green eyes, flecked with bits of gold, sparkled with intensity as they met yours. In that moment, you made a firm decision: you didn't care if she was a villain. Perhaps you wished she had been more honest about her intentions and actions, but as far as you knew, she hadn't done anything truly villainous. If her "crime" was saving you, she shouldn't be punished for it.

"What is it, lyubov moya?" she asked, amused, having caught you in the middle of your intense gaze. Wanda wasn't sure exactly what you were thinking without reading your mind, but the way you looked at her, as if you had appraised her and found her to be the perfect answer to all you were seeking, made her feel weightless. Warmth bloomed in her chest as she gazed fondly at you.

Caught in your staring, you blushed and shook your head in denial, trying to hide any thoughts you may have had. Instead of responding, you leaned your head on her shoulder and wrapped your arms around her closest arm, indicating to her to continue her work.

Wanda smiled at you briefly before returning to her task. She didn't want to spend too much time observing the multiverse, as she had already set up multiple wards and alerts in case anything significant happened. It seemed that you wanted to cuddle, and she saw no reason to decline. Finished with her goal, arm in arm, Wanda led you to the living room and turned on the TV to watch the Dick Van Dyke show, knowing you enjoyed it almost as much as she did, despite its age. Contentedly, you nestled into her embrace, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla, and settled in comfortably.

Although you had decided to accept Wanda for who she was, you couldn't completely shake the persistent doubts in your mind. Those doubts crept into your dreams, turning them into nightmares.

Unlike most of your dreams, and even nightmares, these were fragmented. They appeared as flashes, resembling memories almost. In some of these fragments, a woman dressed in black and red was chasing after a man in a cape, and a teenage girl, as they hurried through what seemed like a monastery. The same woman in red effortlessly utilized puddles and mirrors to traverse through the monastery, pulling people back through. Although her face remained unseen, the outfit seemed familiar; a feeling of dread and unease overwhelming you whenever you came close to catching a glimpse.

Unable to do anything, you were a helpless bystander to what was surely a slaughter. You hoped that this woman was just letting these people go, simply getting them out of the way. In your heart somehow you knew that was likely not the case. Suddenly, you had a close-up view from directly behind the woman, as she pulled another unsuspecting victim through a puddle, swiftly snapping his neck.

You woke up to the sound of screaming, and it wasn't until Wanda held you in her arms, turned you to face her, shushing you gently, that you realized the scream was yours.

It took Wanda longer than usual, but eventually she was able to calm you down and get you to go back to sleep next to her. However, you were uncharacteristically stiff and silent, a stark contrast to the affectionate person you had been earlier. Wanda was tempted to read your mind, but she had been making a conscious effort to refrain from doing so. She wanted the connection between you both to be genuine, and invading your privacy by reading your thoughts would not contribute to that. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't hesitate, but you were the one person whose privacy she respected and didn't want to intrude upon if there was any other way.

Night terrors were common for you, which was expected given your level of trauma, and how often you had them in Wanda’s presence. This one felt different to her. You had never recoiled from her touch before, even in the beginning when she first brought you to Wundagore. Wanda's touch had always been a source of comfort, capable of dispelling your fears. So why were you suddenly so tense in her embrace, as if you wished to be anywhere else?

Her heart clenched with fear and hurt that you weren’t comfortable sharing what had upset you. However, she knew that pressuring you would only make you shut down. Instead, the witch took a deep breath through her nose promising herself to be patient. It was incredibly vexing that she always seemed to make one step forward with you, and then two steps back. Wanda believed that you would eventually come to her, if given enough time. She hoped at least. If Wanda couldn't trust you, then who could she trust? She couldn't bear to entertain that train of thought.

Gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains into your shared bedroom, rousing you from your restless sleep. The bed felt cold, and the delightful aroma of pancakes filled the air, wafting in from the kitchen down the hall. You concluded that Wanda must be preparing breakfast. Yawning, you got out of bed and padded your way towards the witch and the enticing aromas that made your stomach growl.

An adorable sight greeted you, causing your heart to flutter pleasantly in your chest. Wanda, clad in her favorite blue plaid robe, black pajama top, and dark grey sweatpants, dancing around the kitchen as she cooked for you both, listening to some 90’s pop. What a dork, you thought, affectionately.

As if sensing your presence, the witch spun around. “Good morning, detka! Breakfast will be ready in just a sec!”

Your lips quirked upwards in a grin. How could this woman be so perfect, you wondered?

“No rush. Is there anything I can help with?”

Viridescent eyes twinkled with appreciation. Her girl always had such good manners, so sweet, so helpful. “No, dorogoya, I have it covered. Sweet of you to offer though.” Wanda walked around with your pancakes and set them on a plate in front of you, before placing a quick, but gentle kiss to the top of your head.

On contact, your body froze. A furtive glance cast in the witch’s direction but Wanda had already turned her back to you, completely unaware. You didn't understand what had just happened, but when the former avenger had entered your personal space, you felt an unexpected and almost overwhelming urge to run. Even now you were actively resisting it, trying to stay seated. It would look weird if you suddenly fled from the room, and you weren’t sure how to explain to Wanda when she inevitably would ask you why.

Taking a few moments to breathe through your nose, you swallowed nervously and willed yourself to remain in place. What the fuck? What was wrong with you? This was Wanda, not some stranger out to get you. Gods, how traumatized were you anyway?

Before the witch could notice your discomfort, you quickly devour the breakfast she had prepared for you. With a disarming grin, you tried to regain a sense of normalcy by complimenting the chef. Wanda responded with a brilliant smile and plated her own breakfast before sitting down in the chair next to you. A soft, cool hand gently brushed across your lower back as she passed by.

This time, you shivered pleasantly, grateful that your body had recognized the familiarity that was Wanda, and she posed no threat to you. The anxiety that had been coursing through your veins just moments before began to fade. In an attempt to regain that sense of safety that the witch typically provided, you moved your chair closer to Wanda, earning yourself an affectionate look from the older woman.

Your behavior was a significant departure from the stiff and silent demeanor you had the night before, and Wanda was relieved that you weren't still pushing her away. If you had continued to distance yourself, she had resolved to read your mind without your permission to understand what was troubling you. Understanding that you had trust issues, and some uncertainty was to be anticipated, but Wanda was growing weary of every bit of progress being quickly overshadowed by your own lack of confidence. The witch contemplated how to better help you grow more than she already had been.

Conversation between the two of you flowed easily once again. Wanda had promised herself to be patient with you, although personally she knew patience wasn't her strong suit. For you though, she would try. A breakthrough in your relationship felt imminent. Maybe all you needed was a gentle nudge. Perhaps time for Wanda to stop allowing you to doubt her intentions and take a more direct approach with you. As ideas began forming in her mind, she had to muster her facial expression so as not to inadvertently reveal her plans for you, and how excited she was to surprise you.

A/N 2: ehhh... how are we feeling about where this is going? Again, edited when stoned so sorry if its... rambly.. Rambles? Words are hard.

Again thanks as always to @flowers-shouldnt-die as well as my friend Brooke for beta-ing these for me. You guys are so helpful and the best cheerleaders and I appreciate y'all.

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Matching the DRDT Characters with their Roman Numeral Quote (LGI MV)

So, I immediately fell in love with newest Literature Girl Insane MV, and I have to drop everything I’m doing just so I can talk about it. Although there is so much to discuss I don’t even know where to begin, one thing which immediately caught my eye was the crosswords which flashes on the screen for a moment.

As many have figured out, it’s made up of the names of everyone in the cast, plus Mai Akasaki, minus David. As the footnote on “Now” says, it’s better to use full names instead of nicknames (such as Julia instead of J) and to exclude the protagonist of the MV.

Here’s the solution by raspbeyes, who I believe may have been the first person to upload it to Tumblr.

However, what’s really interesting is that, by the nature of a crosswords, it connects all characters with a Roman numeral. And these Roman numerals show up throughout the video, attached to different sentences. That way, you can connect the characters to these sentences. And so, you get some pretty interesting stuff. With that in mind, I went through and collected all the Roman numerals (it’s not very difficult, apart from one exception), and I wanted to share my thoughts on them.

Now, the numbers don’t actually show up chronologically for the most part, and the only real logic they seem to follow is “they show up after the crossword flashed on screen”. I’ve decided to list them in the order of the actual number instead of the chronological order, as I don’t find the latter to be very important (apart from one case).

That said, I will actually start by number two, since number one is a bit of a special case. You’ll see. For now:

II - Rose ~ Ego cogito ergo (turbatus) sum

We have some latin to kick things off! “Ego cogito ergo sum” is the ever famous “I think therefore I am” philosophy, but in latin! This phrase (from what I understand) claims that the only thing we can be truly and absolutely sure exists, is our own reasoning and consciousness. This fits Rose decently well, as she’s established her photographic memory causes her trouble separating what’s real, what’s a memory, what’s a dream, etc. Even more so, it sorta fits with the song “Cartoons” from the now vanished character playlist, which some theories placed as Rose’s.

However, there is also the addition of “turbatus” to the saying. Turbatus, from a quick Google search, means something like “disturbed”. Thus, the full meaning is something like “I think, therefore I am disturbed”. This fits Rose even better, considering her scene with Teruko and Nico in the dress-up room. Don’t think I have to go too far in explaining this one.

III - Charles ~ If you doubt brittle things are broken

So, is this about his dead brother he doesn’t remember? As in, “if you doubt your memories, as they’re brittle, they’ll break? Or is this talking about the relationships between the cast? “Distrust will lead to our collapse”, sorta fits the talk he had with Teruko early in chapter 2.

However, I actually lean more towards the brother thing, because of the blue, long quote which is flipped upside down on top of the image.

“And now here’s my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye”

So, here’s where the Roman numerals become sorta weird. Does this count as part of Charles’ quote or not? I assume it’s at least related, especially seeing some of the other stuff we’ll see in the background.

Now, to the actual quote. I recognize it as a quote from the fox in “The Little Prince”, a book which if you have not read, you should honestly read. It’s a surprisingly sweet book to attach to Charles, but I can honestly see him blushing while talking about it, so it fits.

The quote itself is simple to understand; the material things in the world are not as important as our feelings, relationships, hopes, dreams, all that which can only be seen with the heart. This could be talking about the group’s relationships like I mentioned, but I lean more on thinking it’s referring to the memories of our loved ones, aka, Charles’ memories of his brother. Yes, the fact the quote starts by talking about secrets influences this interpretation.

IV - Arei ~ Right now, why do you cry?

Not much to talk about here. Arei’s the victim of this chapter, that’s why she cries. You can read into it a bit more and claim it has to do with Arei’s bullying of other people (“why are you crying, you wimp?” is something which could conceivably come out of her mouth), or more optimistically, it’s talking about how Arei used to only cry crocodile tears, but as she’s grown more empathetic, she now cries for her friends. Or some sappy shit like that.

Yeah, it’s still probably just about being the CH 2 victim.

V - Ace ~ Right now, why do you go insane? [flipped]

I’m not gonna lie, I kinda laughed a bit when I checked which character this one belonged to. Yeah, it’s pretty fitting, Ace is always going off for the most inane stuff.

More interesting is perhaps the background quote, “a cat has 9 additional lives”. Considering we’re talking about one of two people who’ve survived murder attempts so far, it makes sense, though I wonder if it’s going to come into play again later.

… Also, this just confirms in my mind the song from the playlist which belonged to Ace was “Yesman”. Undead, undead! and all that. I swear I’ll make a post about it eventually, I’m just more focused on this at the moment.

VI - Arturo ~ mind exercise 1 2 3 4

… Uh, well, as a surgeon, he do be exercising that mind though? Or something like that. Yeah, frankly I got nothing. This is just another moment where we Arturo enjoyers gotta take the L.

(Yes, I did just come out as an Arturo enjoyer-)

VII - J ~ Do it like that, let’s live together!

Another one I have no answer for. Like, what do you want me to say, this implies J’s the mastermind? Because it sort of does, seeing as she’s telling everyone to live together. But I really don’t see anything too interesting in the main quote.

However, the background quote may be more noteworthy. Anything in brackets is covered by something else but can be guessed with context.

“The Moral La[w] causes the people to be in com[plete accord] with their ruler, so that they wi[ll f]ollo[w] [him] regard[less of] their lives, undis[mayed] by any danger”

Had to look this one up. J’s quote is from Sun Tzu’s “Art of War” of all goddamn things. The Moral Law the quote is talking about is, from basic research in Google, some sort of unity of purpose; the idea that if the followers and the rules have the same interests, their side will have an advantage in war.

… What?

Yeah, this one’s a bit odd too. For now, my best answer is that it may have to do more with Mariabella than J herself. If you see Mariabella as a sort of leader, and her fans as the followers, it could be talking about how the combined pressure of Mariabella and the media overwhelm J, the “other side” of the “war”.

But if you’re really into the mastermind J idea, you can read it as “she’s the leader of the killing game, with the followers being the people at home that have the same purpose of wanting to see despair and keep the show running by watching”. But I really doubt we’d be getting this sort of mastermind allusions in an MV from chapter 2 of all things.

If anyone has better ideas on this quote or any other, I’d love to hear them.

VIII - Nico ~ even if i try to think, idk!

Another one I can’t talk too much about. My best guess as to what this means is “Nico tries to think about social cues, but doesn’t get it”. Relatable, but also nothing new. Maybe I’m missing something big, but it’s what I got for now.

IX - Levi ~ look, aside from the usual, give me that medicine

Disclaimer, the words don’t actually appear in that order in the MV, but this phrase makes a lot more sense than “look aside from that the usual medicine give me”.

I really don’t know what this means. I mean, I can guess Levi might take some medicine? Whit did say some people took prescriptions apparently. But I really don’t quite understand why this is the first time we’ve had his character associated with medicine.

EDIT: The last few paragraphs about Levi are dead wrong, I’m just leaving by them up so you can laugh at how stupid I was. Here’s a correction with a better analysis.

The background quote doesn’t make it much better. It’s just talking about the orbit of a thing, something something representative trajectory… something something Jupiter… something something 1930…

Oh shit, it’s about the discovery of Pluto! That’s what Google seems to think when I put those keywords in, anyways. Well, as fun an astronomy tale as that one is, I actually have no idea what it means for Levi’s character. I guess it’s something we’ll see in the future.

… Or maybe, crazy idea. You know how Pluto was first thought to be a “planet” but then got reclassified as”dwarf planet”? Maybe this means my theory is right: Levi will get “discovered” as the blackened of the second trial, but then “reclassified” as an accomplice when they find out Eden is actually-

Alright, I’ll stop. I’m joking, obviously… (unless?)

X - Min ~ Democratic-ly

Wait, hold on a second, you may say. That is an X, but it doesn’t really look like the rest of roman numerals font-wise. There are plenty of times X’s appear in the video aside from here, such as… well, the blank death portrait that’s always in the background.

And yes. To my joy, Min got given a bit of special treatment, since the roman numeral for ten, being an X and all, can be seen all throughout the video. However, there is one reason I believe this is absolutely Min’s X.

You see that tiny little 10 next to the X? That’s a footnote. And footnote number 10 is “The Roman numeral for 10 is X”. Of course, the reason we’re reminded of it here is because that X isn’t just a bunch of blood, it’s a Roman numeral.

Of course, Min gets the biggest numeral because she is just that much of a girlboss.

Anyways, numeral oddity aside, it’s pretty obvious why this is Min’s. The background text is just the description of the rules of a class trial, a trial where the outcome is decided democratically, and the reason Min died. This scene is directly followed by more references to class trials, which although they have some interesting implications for the MV as a whole, only help to solidify Min’s connection to her line.

As for other footnotes, footnote seventeen on the word “democratic-ly” is just an objective fact (“Not a real word. Can’t be found on any dictionary”), though the fact “democratically” is spelt wrong could be a reference to Min’s execution, where she was forced to get a lot of things wrong before dying.

Final note is footnote 12, on the class trial definition, which talks about majority rule and how, because it’s the fairest way to make decisions in a group, “murderers never complained when we voted for them to die”. There are implications here about the fact Teruko also received votes in the first trial, but for Min, there isn’t anything new here.

And yes, Min got three footnotes. As she should.

XI - Mai ~ God is dead

Honestly, I guessed who got this line before even checking the crossword. It just fits what we know of Mai too much. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to know she would get a line as dramatic as this. If you want a proper interpretation, Mai is sometimes treated like a god by the others considering the secret quotes, but now she’s dead or gone or something.

Of course, that’s the literal meaning of that phrase. When you look at it through the lens of Nietzsche (and Wikipedia to make sure I didn’t fuck up anything), the phrase “God is dead” refers to the idea that as christianity became increasingly non-universal, the ethical and sociocultural elements of society which had been built on it would be questioned and revised. So, “growing lack of faith causes shifts in the status quo”, or something like that. It’s something which, again, may fit Mai from what we know of her backstory. Someone everyone had unquestioned faith on, who did something which had consequences, so maybe that caused a breakdown of that original faith, or something? Anything involving this character is always extremely speculative, but I frankly think the more literal interpretation works better in this context.

In any case, this phrase is about as cryptic and dramatic as everything involving Mai, so it fits.

XII - Eden ~ ???: But you’re in my way, aren’t you?

… Alright, Eden, I know I believe you to be the CH 2 killer and all that, but you gotta at least try to defend yourself against the allegations! The hell is this?

In case anyone was wondering, I think she’s the killer who wants to get out to meet back up with the girl she kissed (who I’m starting to get convinced is Mai but I’m not ready for that conversation), so this line reads like something she’d say to Arei in that theory. However, it’d be kind of a weird thing to put in the MV before the chapter ends, and besides, there’s an interpretation I like more.

You see how there’s a triple question question mark there? There’s a chance someone is saying this to Eden. I’ll actually get back to this later, because I have to talk about XVI before I cover my theory on this. Apologies.

CW for XIII: Suicide

XIII - Teruko ~ or

… He. Alright, out of context, this is kinda funny. But if you let the MV play, it’s “… or not to be?”, from “To be or not to be?” Shakespeare and all that. That said, the video does, in fact, only keep the number on screen while it says “or”, so I choose to notate Teruko’s quote as just that. Also, as raspbeyes noted in their original post, the number thirteen is considered unlucky, so Teruko.

With that, I have to talk about how insanely dark it is to cut that phrase off at the “…or not to be” section. For anyone who hasn’t read this speech from Hamlet (which I hadn’t either, btw, had to look it up), the phrase “to be or not to be” is actually about suicidal ideation, with the word ‘be’ serving as a synonym for ‘live’. Therefore, cutting the phrase off at just this section leaves behind only suicide as the option.

It had already been implied Teruko has attempted suicide before (see: her telling Arei that failed hangings hurt a lot), and that her luck is the only thing keeping her alive. This just seems to imply it’s a much more present issue than we believed.

Then there’s the background text. From my research, the one on the left is a quote from “Murder on the Orient Express” and the one across the bottom is from “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”.

“Murder on the Orient Express” is easy to tie in, as it’s literally a murder mystery novel. Uh, spoilers for the novel, I guess, but it ends with the main detective, Poirot, concluding that the murderer was either no one in the train or everyone there. That sort of ties into Teruko’s hidden quote of “It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust no one at all”, I guess? For the line itself, it seems to be about a character hatefully looking at the detective. You can take Poirot to be Teruko because she’s decent at class trials (as opposed to everyone else being horrible at them), and the person looking at her to be… any blackened, or anyone, or David, take a pick.

“The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” is a bit weirder. It’s a short story about Omelas, an utopia which is the perfect life for everyone there, except for a young child who is forced to live in mysery for the sake of the others. The quote in the video expresses this pretty succinctly. I guess it’s talking about class trials? How the happiness of everyone hinges on one person being very unhappy? Teruko’s the protag, so it makes sense she gets a line like this. There could be other interpretations, but I think that’s the most straightforward one.

XIV - Veronika ~ Things like substance of the arts

I mean, it fits. Veronika’s talent is artistic in nature. It seems a bit… non-dramatic for Veronika? But I guess there’s nothing wrong here.

… Well, there may be, but I’ll get there in a moment.

XV - Whit ~ Remaining ignorant, isn’t that “happiness”?

(Trust me, that’s the order the words show up on screen)

This one’s also easy. Whit’s secret is “Your mother is dead. You omit this truth”. This, combined with his behavior in the killing game, characterizes Whit as someone who prefers to ignore tragedy rather than process it, remaining “ignorant” in a way. The footnote attached, 15, just talks about the phrase “ignorance is bliss”, which is pretty much what the quote is.

…

The problem is the background text.

Thinking Time: “Subtract 4 due to tetraphobia”

That’s the phrase in the background, which appears as both Veronika’s and Whit’s lines are there. This is noteworthy because this is the only time in the MV that two different Roman numerals appear on screen at the same time. The phrase is also attached to footnote 4, which defines tetraphobia:

“The practice of avoiding the number four; it is most common in Eastern Asia. This superstition arises from the fact that the number 4 can be read similar to the word ‘death’ in several languages”

This connection is further implied because the character with the Roman numeral IV is Arei, who died this chapter. There is special attention brought over and over again to the number four, and this phrase asks us to “subtract” it.

And of course, this phrase chooses to appear when two “characters” are on screen, to make sure we can’t figure it out definitively.

Let’s start with Veronika: If you substract four from fourteen you get ten (astounding maths, I know). That connects her to Min and “democratic-ly”… which is the part of the MV most related to class trials and the killing game. Because if there’s a way to look like the mastermind, you bet Veronika’s hopping right on that train!

Other than being “Veronika playing mastermind footsies” for the fiftieth time, and the fact she sorta enjoys class trials, I don’t see any other connection between her and Min’s section, so.

I should address, too, you can remove 4 from 14 in a more literal way, and end up with 1 (doing it with Roman numerals just gets you ten again). This would connect her to Xander, whose line I’ve yet to cover, but trust me on this, I don’t think it connects to Veronika.

However, that’s for the line itself. Veronika might actually have a connection to Xander himself, because of their lines about Mai. Xander’s is “she couldn’t stand to do nothing” and Veronika’s is “a girl who didn’t foresee the consequences”. These are the only lines which allude to whatever big thing Mai may have done. If Xander and Veronika have a connection, it is likely through Mai.

And then there’s Whit, who is also on-screen at the time. Or, well, his Roman numeral is.

Alright, Whit. Veronika’s being super suspicious, so the tetraphobia line has a good chance of being about her. All you gotta do is be normal about this “subtract four” thing, alright? Good.

When you subtract 4 from Whit’s 15, you get 11, which is Mai’s “God is dead”-

For fuck’s sake.

He really just can’t dodge these mastermind allegations, can he? Anyways, if this is about him, he killed Mai, or something, and thus is likely the mastermind.

I’m joking- well, kinda. There are other interpretations, like maybe he… was the first to lose faith in her, in the Nietzsche interpretation of Mai’s line? I don’t know, but the murder is the more straightforward answer for this, if you ask me.

The problem, of course, is that there’s no way to tell which character the “subtract four” thing applies to. Well, the use of the word “tetraphobia” feels more Veronika leaning, what with phobias being related with horror and psychology, but to counterbalance, the line only appears when Whit’s numeral shows up, so it’s even again.

Anyways, back to the last numeral in sequence.

XVI: Hu ~ ???: Go and cry

Alright, you don’t have to be so mean-

In all seriousness, I believe this relates to Hu’s reaction to David’s reveal. And possibly her secret if it’s the one Veronika has.

However, what’s interesting about this line is that it seems to be a direct quote from a character, because of the triple question mark at the beginning. And this is where my theory comes in.

I believe triple question marks is David. This would fit perfectly with this line, as it’s totally something David would say post-magical girl transformation. And with him being the protagonist of the MV, it makes sense for him to be involved.

And that takes me back to XII. If you remember, I said I would talk about Eden’s line a bit more after talking about XVI.

Well, it’s pretty simple, really. Eden’s line comes right after Hu’s in the video, so it’s reasonable to assume ??? is the same person for both of them. In other words, I believe it’s David who tells Eden “but you’re in my way, aren’t you?” This still implies Eden’s the CH2 blackened, by the way. As in, “you’re getting in my way because now I need to figure out a murder”, or something like that. There really isn’t any other thing it could be referring to. Unless it’s like, “you’re getting in my way because you’re so nice you’re preventing murders from happening” or “you’re getting in my way of manipulating Arei by befriending her”, but the first one is too abstract and the second one doesn’t work since David didn’t know about their friendship until after Arei died. So don’t go thinking I’m giving up on that theory. It just changes the context a bit.

And with that, we’ve successfully gone through the sixteen numbers. Except, wait! Don’t think I forgot about the funny British boy!

Well, to be frank with you, there is a reason why I chose to save Xander for last. And that is… I didn’t want to start the list with disappointment.

I - Xander ~ Inconclusive

See, the problem is that Xander runs into much the same issue as Min, but without a footnote to help solve the problem. The Roman numeral for 1 is just “I”, so any time the word I appears, Xander’s Roman numeral appears.

Now, maybe you think this is stupid. Obviously any time “I” appears as an actual word, it’s not meant to be Xander’s numeral! We just need to look for the time it’s not a part of the lyrics or a phrase in the text!

This is obviously the most intuitive solution, and it does arrive at… an answer. So, I present, the First Possibility.

First Possibility

I - Xander ~ (the world of abnormal sentiment dances)

Now, at first glance, this works! You have the numeral next to a phrase, and there’s nothing else it could be!

Except, the problem is that that only extends to the screenshot. In this part of the video, the same phrase is on the screen for a good few seconds, but the “I” disappears and gets replaced by several numbers, then the “&” symbol, more numbers, and what seems to be a “=“ sign, maybe? But could be II sideways. Don’t know, looks like code, not my expertise.

The issue here is that this would be the only time a character’s phrase lingers longer than their numeral. This is pretty inconsistent with the other phrases we’ve seen, which is what gets me to hesitate and wonder if that “I” is actually made to be part of the code and not the crossword thing.

That, combined with the line itself. Because what does “the world of abnormal sentiment dances” have to do with Xander? I looked it up, but it’s not the name of a book or anything. Maybe I’m missing something, but I really don’t think this is related to Xander in any way.

So, I looked for other possibilities. The problem is that, like I said, all other possibilities are part of lyrics or phrases, not a standalone numeral.

And yet, there is one which stands out to me as a good candidate. This has a high chance of being wrong, but I’ll bring it up anyways because I think it’s cool.

Second Possibility

I - Xander ~ I hate the things that I love, and I love the things that I hate

… Well, I know it’s hard to read it in that clusterfuck, but that is what the red text says.

This line has a bit more to do with Xander, or at least, David’s feelings towards Xander. We know he probably did like him based on some scenes from the MV, but he’s sad about his death. He hates him for leaving, but his heart loves him anyways. That could be read as romantic or platonic… hesitant on the platonic-

That said, the problem is explaining why I believe this is the Xander line. And that comes down to the background text.

… Yes, that background text.

You see, in the MV, it slowly fills out in a way which lets you read it somewhat. I’ll tell you what each part of the text means, but if you want visuals, I’ll ask you go to the video.

What first appears is white text on top and the right. The white text on top is Big Clue #1, as it’s a definition of electrocution. You know, that thing Xander died from.

The text on the right, meanwhile, seems to be an excerpt from “Alice in Wonderland”. The specific passage seems to feature Alice lamenting how much “pleasenter” [sic] things were “back home”. And well, for everyone but Teruko, their homes were likelier “pleasenter” than the killing game. However, in this context, it could be an analogy to David missing the past, when Xander was still alive.

Then, more white text appears on the bottom as yellow text appears under the white text on top. The bottom text is, again, more talk of electrocution, but the yellow text is a bit more complex. This is the line (from Google, exact wording may vary):

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world...”

Another “The Little Prince” quote, another straight banger (I love that book). Imma need the hornier of you to not focus too much on the “taming” wording and focus on the important part. This one speaks of the beautiful simplicity of relationships; everyone is “just some dude” until you meet them and establish a relationship, and then, they become unique.

This is an especially wonderful quote for Xander and David’s relationship. David truly wanted nothing more than to be “a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes” instead of the idol Xander saw him as. He wanted a genuine relationship with him, where they were not just each other’s idols, but something bigger; each other’s boyfriends :D

Alright, sappy stuff aside, this quote is related to Xander, that’s what you need to know.

Then there’s the big pink text. It says “note: can’t read”. Yeah, fair.

But before that note appears, some cyan text begins sprawling out. It’s not a quote from anything as far as I can tell, so here’s a transcript:

“…man crushed by reality puts on a s[how]…

…[of end]urance. If that’s beyond your

[com]prehension, dear reader, then you a[nd]…

[I’ll n]ever understand each other. Life’s…

[short?] so we might as well make it…

[count?] real life is a realm th…”

So, yeah, I’m sort of guessing half the words here, and I can’t even tell what the last line is, but I think we can get the gist from this. Reading this with the context that Xander’s probably connected, it’s easy to figure out. David was crushed by reality when Xander died, and he put on a show of endurance after that. The insult to the reader is a bit uncalled for, but I don’t particularly care, it fits David.

So, with the idea that this little breakdown is related to Xander, it’s safe to say the line “I hate the things that I love, and I love the things that I hate” (not a quote from anywhere I could find btw) is linked with Xander as well.

And, well. There are other references to Xander, but they’re never paired with an “I”. And there are other instances of the word “I”, but never in relation to Xander, at least not as much as this little breakdown.

This clusterfuck of text also forms directly after the crosswords shows up. And while most of these aren’t in chronological order, number II through V do. Wouldn’t it make sense for I to appear right after the crosswords and make I through V in chronological order?

In any case, I believe this is a decent alternative to the “world of abnormal sentiment dances”, whatever that means.

Conclusion

This was really fun! I am satiated for now, the content drop was awesome, I loved it a lot. There’s so much more I want to talk about in this MV, but this was priority number one in my mind.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! If you made it this far, you deserve your own Roman numeral, all for yourself! Take care!

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Lonely No More - Eight

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: -2k hellloooooo!!!! When I tell you I have had the first half of this written since my last bloody upload I’m not kidding🫣🫣 I won’t try to defend myself, I’ll just leave this for you to chew on byeeeeee

It had been four days since the incident, as Amalia was now calling it.

Four days and she hadn’t heard from Bishop. She hadn’t been running past his house as usual, she had however heard a Harley ride past each morning and night. It seemed Bishop wasn’t swaying from his usual route to the club, just deciding to not stop in.

No texting, no calling, no notes.

Radio silence.

She had also been avoiding her brothers, which wasn’t hard. Angel had tried to call her once which she had ignored, instead flicking a text his way saying, sorry busy with work, will call you back, she hadn’t, and he hadn’t tried again.

She even turned the other way when she almost ran into Gilly at the grocery store the day prior. Instead pushing her cart down the aisle of baby bottles and nappies. She was sure she’d successfully dodged him and he hadn’t seen her. He had, but figured she wasn’t in the mood to talk and let her be.

Her mind was stuck on that night, replaying it over and over. It was obviously a mistake. Had to have been. There was no way he had meant to kiss her.

Her friend Zoe had been let in on the secret when she came knocking, worried about her best friend’s sudden dazed mood. Well… Zoe had been let in on how she had made out with a guy and it was great, amazing, fantastic but it was bad, terrible, never should have happened. The fact that the ‘guy’ was a slightly older President of a fucking outlaw club was conveniently left out.

“You can’t be this torn up over a kiss and not give me any details!” Zoe had pouted over a cup of coffee.

Amalia paced the length of her dining table, hands on her forehead in frustration, “it’s not the kiss that’s the issue! Well, okay it’s kind of the kiss but it’s more to do with who the kiss was with!”

“Which was who?”

“I… I can’t say,” Amalia sighed, “it was just with someone it really shouldn’t have been with and now he won’t talk to me and I don’t know what this means or what happens from here. Do I just ignore it too? What if I see him around? I mean, I’m definitely gonna see him around this town is only so big-“

“So he’s a local?”

“And if my brothers ever found out Jesus Christ they would have my head on a platter. They’d kill me! They would actually kill me. They’d never speak to me again-“

“I’m sure they’d be okay with it-“

“Ha! Okay with it? You don’t know my brothers, they’d hit the roof. Angel especially, oh shit Angel-“

“Okay! A! You need to stop and take a breather, seriously. Just talk to me. We can talk it out and work out what to do.” Zoe stood from her seat, gently touching Amalia’s arm and steering her toward a chair.

“Take a breath. Okay, why is this freaking you out so much?”

Amalia looked from her friend to the ground, “I shouldn’t be involved with him.”

“Could you tell me why? If you like him and he likes you-“

“He doesn’t like me, Zo,” she interrupted, mumbling slightly, “It was just a caught in the moment sort of thing. And, even if he did. We couldn’t be involved.”

Zoe sighed, “You’ve said that, but why?”

“It’s… complicated.” The Reyes sister was right. It was complicated.

“Is he a friend of Angel’s?” If she wasn’t going to give straight answers, Zoe was going to start guessing.

Instead of answering, Amalia hesitated before nodding slowly. A friend… kind of. His boss. His President.

“You said he wouldn’t talk to you, have you tried calling him?” Zoe suggested causing Amalia to look down and shake her head.

Zoe continued, “Maybe you should? A simple phone call and this could all be fixed.”

Amalia rested her forehead against her clasped hands and sighed heavily, barely listening to her friend.

“It’ll get sorted out, A. It’ll be okay.”

Four days on, and it still had yet to be “sorted out”.

Had she tried to call him?

No.

Had he tried to call her?

Also no.

That shouldn’t have been cause for concern. Afterall, they’d had many days go by without a phone call before. But that was before. Before everything turned to shit in Amalia’s mind.

Her mind decided to torture her each night when she attempted to get a full night’s rest, teasing her with made up images of Bishop with another woman on his lap at a club party. Quite happily lapping up the attention.

She was sure that wasn’t the case, and even if it was, so what? He could do as he wanted. He was a single man. He could hook up with whoever he wanted. So why did the thought fill the brunette with so much dread?

Another sleepless night eventually led to morning and Amalia dragged herself out of bed, begrudgingly threw on an office appropriate outfit, washed her face and took a deep breath to ready herself for another day of seemingly meaningless work.

The day passed slowly. Send an email, answer a call, read an email, stare blankly at a report that was due tomorrow, wonder why James from sales insisted on hitting ‘reply all’ on an all company email for his reply of:

Thanks,

James.

Her mind numbing train of thought was gratefully interrupted by the short vibration of her phone, the contact on screen reading, Angel

Heads up if you see pop, he’s in a pissy mood.

Relevant enough to not be suspicious, but Amalia knew her brother well enough to know this was an attempt to break the wall of silence she had put between them.

Same with Ez.

Came a second text. Amalia typed out her reply.

Any particular reason?

Dunno. Come to the club later.

Amalia internally groaned. The freaking club. Why couldn’t he suggest his place like a normal brother?

Not in much of a party mood.

Chill. I meant to talk to your little brother.

Oh. Well, stopping by EZ’s trailer was out of the way of the club.. kind of. She could probably be in and out without raising the attention of the President. And if her brother needed her, that had to take priority, right?

Fine. Be there after work.

Amalia’s stomach was in knots as she drew closer to the club.

‘Sneak in, sneak out, you’ll be fine.’ She kept reminding herself.

If she saw Bishop she had a plan; hold her head high and carry on like the mature adult she was.

Putting her car in park, she gripped her steering wheel and drew a deep breath.

Get out of the car, she thought to herself, get out and beeline for the trailer.

She did just that.

Walking as light on her feet as she could without looking like she was guilty of something to draw as little attention as possible, she kept her head down and made her play straight for the trailer.

Chucky spotted her from the office window and waved out excitedly, she waved back, but apart from the likeable oddball, it seemed there was no one else around.

Good.

It was quiet around EZ’s trailer, as it usually is. Amalia hoped it meant he was tucked up inside minding his own business and not with the guys in the clubhouse.

“EZ!” She called as she approached the door, tapping twice, “You in here?”

She could hear a rustling coming from inside along with a muffled, “Just a sec!”

More rustling followed before finally the small door swung open to reveal the smiling younger brother.

“Hey, A. What’s up?” EZ leaned out the door but didn’t make any move to actually remove himself from his trailer, resulting in him towering over his sister - more than usual.

She gave him a little smile and shrugged, “Just hadn’t seen you around for a bit. Thought I’d check in.”

If EZ wanted to call bullshit he didn’t, instead playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m good, A. Nothing new to report here.”

Amalia knew her brother well enough to know he was lying. But she also knew she couldn’t push him too much, he was like Angel in that way.

She nodded, “Okay well… do you wanna go grab a coffee or something? I could do with a little outing.”

That wasn’t a lie, she could really do with the distraction.

She registered footsteps approaching from behind as EZ replied, “Uh, nah I’m good. Sorry just…” he shrugged, “kinda caught up with something at the moment.”

His smile was forced this time, eyes shooting between her and Angel who had just graced them with his presence. She didn’t acknowledge the oldest brother, attention still on EZ.

“You sure you’re good, EZ?”

Angel piped up, “I heard coffee. I’m down. Be good for some… sibling bonding or some shit.”

Clearly beginning to feel like he was being interrogated, the youngest Reyes pursed his lips and looked between his two siblings.

“What is this?” He started, glaring between them, “Some kind of intervention? You two gossiping about me now?”

While Amalia prepared to defend herself, Angel just shrugged and spoke first, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Pissed all the time. Same with pop. We’re just wondering what’s going on.”

“There’s nothing going on,” EZ stressed, “God you two need your own lives. Honestly, I’m good. Now if you don’t mind…” he gestured to the trailer, “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Wait, EZ-“ Amalia was cut off by the door swinging closed, taking her younger brother with it. She turned to Angel, “What was that?”

Angel shrugged and looked at the trailer, “He’s been like that for a few days. Doesn’t say much to me.”

Since their mother’s passing, Amalia had tried really hard not to step into the ‘overbearing mother figure’ role. It wasn’t her job. And her brothers were both adults, she couldn’t expect them to tell her every detail about their lives. But in situations like this, when she could clearly see something wasn’t right, the urge to dig grew stronger.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Angel nudged her and they began walking back to her car, Amalia noted they were absentmindedly taking the long way, close to the clubhouse.

“Do you think it’s club shit?” She questioned, clocking Angel shaking his head in her peripheral.

“Nah. Things are decent at the moment. I think it’s gotta be something to do with him and Pop.”

Amalia sighed, “And like always, we’re the last to hear about it.”

“Yup.”

While they continued their slow walk toward her car, Amalia could feel eyes on her from afar. Turning her head slightly she found her gaze locked with that of the Mayan President. Gee what a surprise.

She quickly reverted her gaze and let it drop to the ground in front of her. Angel came to a stop and leant against an old fence, Amalia following suit.

“What about you?” Angel questioned. She look at her brother confused before he continued, “Are you okay? Didn’t hear from you for a while. Not like you.”

Amalia took a deep breath and looked around the yard, catching Bishop’s eye again. Neither moved their gaze this time, locked in a staring battle that the Reyes sister was sure to lose, “I’m okay, Angel. Just had some work shit going on. Forgot what a work/life balance was for a second.”

She broke her stare with the President and turned to give her brother a small smile, “I am good, Angel. Promise.”

Liar.

Angel nodded, accepting her answer, “Good. I can’t deal with two fucked up siblings.”

She let out a snort, “Welcome to my life, ‘mano.”

He pushed her and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m coming for food this week.”

“Only if you use your manners!” She retorted, laughing when he raised his middle finger in farewell.

Her eyes darted the yard once more, again locking with Bishop’s from the porch. Man had a real staring problem apparently.

So he can openly stare at me but can’t send a girl a text?

Again being the first to break eye contact she quickly turned and headed for her car, readying herself to once again hide away and overthink what Bishop’s staring could mean.

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xe-n4 · 8 months

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hard times

feat. bachira & rin note: i felt like it (re-upload), unedited contains: fem!reader, lack of mental wellness total: 1,440

—BACHIRA

You haven’t been feeling the best for a while. Your self-esteem plummeted, and you doubted yourself more and more. No matter how much you tried, those negative thoughts always got the best of you.

There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed and days when even the thought of eating made you sick.

It grew worse and spiralled into the depths of your mind, silently begging for help.

Over time, you became more reserved, taking every chance to isolate yourself. Well, that would have happened if you weren’t in a relationship with Bachira.

He caught on quickly that you weren’t in the best shape, so he figured that he’d give you some space and you’d eventually reach out when you were ready.

That didn’t happen.

So, he took things into his own hands.

“Knock knock,” Bachira called out as he stepped into your home.

The silence that came after was enough of a sign of how you felt at the moment. He shoved off his shoes and wandered the halls with a small white plastic bag in hand.

Bachira took his time to take in the familiar surroundings. Messy. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and dirty dishes covered the coffee table. He sighed, rubbing his face.

“It’s a lot worse than I thought,” he whispered as he made his way to your room. Bachira knocked on the door loud enough that the neighbours could hear. “Rise and shine.” He forcefully cast the door open to see you curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone.

“Bug?” You didn’t respond. “Did you not hear my wonderful entrance, or should I do it again?”

You shifted your attention from your phone to your partner. “Go away,” you grumbled, sounding hoarse as if you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“Nope,” He said, emphasising the ‘p’ to get his point across. Bachira set down the white bag and grabbed the blanket covering you. “Unfortunately, you,” he started to pull and so did you, “will have to exist while I’m here,” he grunted.

Your game of tug of war saw him dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. “Shit! You’re stronger than I remember,” Bachira groaned as his muscles flexed.

“Leave me alone, Meguru!” You tried to shout but your throat was too sore to do so.

Bachira had finally gotten the blanket away from you. However, you ended up with half of your body on the floor. He rolled up the blanket and set it aside before crouching down to your level.

“Y/n, I care about you a lot. That’s why I’m here.” He tried his best to caress your face even though you were upside down. “You may not want anyone to see you right now, I totally get that. But I can’t let you rot in this room. Okay?”

His amber eyes gazed at yours with such adoration your neck and eyes began to burn. Somehow, Bachira always set your heart alight, making you fall for him again and turning you into the infatuated fool you were at the start of the relationship.

“Y/n,” he started with a soft tone, “it’s okay if you’re not ready to talk about it yet.” His gentle hand rested on your cheek while he moved so close to you that you could feel his light breathing on your skin. “I’ll wait until you are, okay?”

You couldn’t say anything, instead, his words brought tears to your eyes that threatened to spill out. He chuckled silently at your response, cooing at your expression while you cried out everything you’d been holding on to.

Afterwards, Bachira helped you to your feet and led you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. In the meantime, he tried his best to straighten out your living space. Putting dirty clothes in the wash and taking dishes to the dishwasher (that he had no idea how to use). Once all of that was done, he brought out the contents of the white bag: pasta ingredients.

The air was filled with such an enticing aroma that you floated towards it after your shower. It led you to Bachira, who had all his attention on the pot in front of him. Bachira was so captivated that he jumped when you came up behind him and whined, “Meguru, I wanna wear your shirt.”

He turned away from the pot to kiss your forehead before quickly turning back, “Sorry, I didn’t bring a spare.”

“I don’t mind wearing it.”

Bachira knew that he should have expected a cheeky response from you. He also should’ve known that there was no way he’d win this. And that’s exactly how it went. He took off his shirt and you grabbed it quickly to snuggle up in it.

“Thank you,” you whispered when you wrapped your arms around his waist. Bachira rolled his eyes and scoffed affectionately at your clinginess.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

—RIN

You don’t know why it happened, but all your insecurities started hitting you one after the other. Never letting you rest and wrecking your confidence.

It felt like you couldn’t face the world anymore, that you’d disappoint everyone who was rooting for you and wishing for your success.

Rin didn’t notice the change at first, being too engrossed with his blossoming career to do so.

“Rin, I said I don’t want to go and that’s final,” you said with such hostility, walking away from him.

“Y/n don’t do this now,” he replied while following you, exhausted from arguing. “It’s just a dinner with the rest of the team. Come on and get dressed.”

“No.” You stood your ground and turned back to face him. You couldn’t go out. Not like this. “Rin just go without me. It’s like you need me there anyways.”

Rin sighed for the hundredth time this evening. He rubbed his temples, racking his brain and trying to figure out what he did to upset you. “Y/n, look,” he took your hands in his. “I want you there, I want you by my side. I don’t know what I did wrong but I’m sorry. Please just get dressed, we need to leave soon. Okay?”

His attempt at pleading with you didn’t work, it only reminded you why you couldn’t go. Going to dinner with his team would only bring your insecurities under scrutiny for the world to see. He might realise that you’re not good enough and leave you, damaging your heart. You couldn’t. You weren’t ready.

You pulled away and pushed past him to get to the bedroom. The moment you were alone, you finally let the tears fall. They ran down your cheeks with every negative thought that kept you up at night. Deep down, you knew that it was ridiculous to feel this way, Rin loves you. However, that didn’t stop the tiny voice in your saying otherwise.

Rin stood in the corridor with his black slacks on and white dress shirt half-buttoned, confused at what just happened. He hadn’t even put on his tie yet. He wanted to follow you, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. He wouldn’t even know what to say to you.

After a few minutes, your cries softened until they stopped completely, leaving your throat raw, eyes puffy and overall feeling numb. You lay in bed for a while, staring into the nothingness that stared right back. The darkness of the room was comforting, you were able to hide from your insecurities, even for a little while.

While you gathered yourself, Rin didn’t disturb you, he knew better than to do that. Instead, he called the manager and told him that he wouldn’t be able to make it and took a few hours to himself afterwards. He cleaned up a bit, organising the cushions and washing the dishes, whilst sifting through the various conversations you’d shared over the last few days. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on the problem.

Eventually, you gained the strength to face the music, leaving the room wearing an oversized sweater and shorts. Rin had spread himself on the sofa, still in his formal attire and asleep.

You sighed; a weight lifted off your chest. You didn’t think you were prepared to admit to your boyfriend that you were insecure. Rather you retrieved a blanket from the cupboard and covered both yourself and Rin with it.

As you started to get comfortable and snuggle into him, he sluggishly opened his eyes and yawned. Rin mumbled, “Come ‘ere.” He opened his arms wider to fit you in and gave you a tight embrace. “We’ll talk later,” Rin said, finding himself drifting off again.

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amphiptere-art · 2 months

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So we can all agree that the Sun and Moon fandom is dying right?

There is a quiz at the end of the post.

Me myself and many others have left. Whether it is due to the rising toxicity of the show or the fans. At this point it is simply a creative backdrop. Something you take ideas off of instead of something that you enjoy and turn into a AU. And at this point if you have it as an AU. You feel as if you need to somehow say it's separated or is only based off of the good old days.

The fact that there is a difference between the good old days and what has happened is sad. I will admit I haven't been here forever. I wasn't here since the beginning. I wasn't watching the episodes upload as I watched. But I did do my best to watch every single lore post I can find. Anything that wasn't a standard gaming episode. So I can at least say that I tried to follow the story.

And to put it slightly the story has gone sour. Characters have stopped feeling right in their actions. Underlying messages have started to get toxic. Many bad guys have gotten so characterized that them being bad guys doesn't feel right. Are good characters no matter how developed they get either regress due to plot convenience. Or have died and basically reset the storyline.

The story seems stuck. There's some gems here and there but it seems like they can't figure out the next story action. And even if they do, it gets so much hate from the fandom that it struggles to continue. It feels like they continuously reset and reset to try and find a story that the fans will enjoy. It's not working unfortunately. There have been many retcons due to this. And there has also been many splits.

And this is not even mentioning the toxicity of the fandom itself at this point. That's basically split itself in two and the other will hate the other. This happened most obviously with the Moon X Solar argument. Where you either enjoy it or you don't enjoy it. It has caused a multiple splits because of differences in morals. It's just created a hostile environment between fans.

And I'm not making this post a point fingers at the whole argument. I've researched it and I know why some people believe it's okay. Whether it's because they believe solar never really wanted to be a part of the family. Or the simple understanding that by most laws, incest between adopted family members is okay. I understand that people have reasons to like it. It doesn't mean that these reasons are shared though. It doesn't mean that the moral implications of that relationship don't affect some people. And neither side is willing to come to a mutual agreement.

This is also not bringing up the fact that the whole villain versus hero argument is starting to become even more split. Sun, Moon, Lunar, Earth, Solar are both currently on the good side. While Eclipse, Blood Moon, and a couple others are still obviously on the bad guy side. But Eclipse and Blood moon have started to become more and more relatable. People can no longer look at those characters and just imagine the villainy part. Especially when the heroes decide to mock the suffering that they did to the villains in the first place.

That is my personal scare between the fandom right now. I can't look at eclipse and not deny that Moon's actions were the reason of it. I can't look at moon and justify years of abuse. Whether it was old moon or new moon at this point. I can't stand and justify treating blood moon as a villain has tested its limit. I can't deny that blood moons actions are more so based on need than actual want. And the creators forcing that idea backfired enough that they barely have him as a character anymore.

There is a split between people who want to support moon and sun with all their actions. There is a split between people who think solar should be considered a part of the family or not. There is a lack of storylines that don't have half of the community hating upon it. There is a lack of feeling an actual tug of conflict in the stories due to the villains being so understandable. There is a hostility between the fan base because of all of these.

I put out a poll a long time ago. Asking people why they basically watched the show anymore. The general consensus was they were just watching the show because they needed to. Because they felt obligated to follow the plot wherever it went. I feel like the fan base that is following the show for their own enjoyment is slowly disappearing. And this is not talking about the amount of people that have straight out left due to all the reasons above.

Whether it is the show's fault for not being able to supply the engaging store anymore that people can enjoy. Or it is the fandom for it's toxic split between the morals of adoption incest, or the feeling that the villain shouldn't be getting as much hate as they do. The show was currently dying on both sides honestly. And the only reason many are continuing to watch the show, is the hope that it will get better, and the need to supply their AUs off of it.

How many of your friends have left because of these reasons? How many of them have had the conundrum of feeling like they need to stay because leaving feels like a betrayal to others or themselves.

How many of us are only holding because of nostalgia?

It feels like nowadays people either choose to blindly follow due to an overall support or question constantly if they should. It feels as if artists that give the show their thumbnails now, are the only people that do stuff happily with it. A conspiracy part of my brain wants to say that's only because not supporting it would mean they wouldn't have there art publicly endorsed. But that's only conspiracy and no fact.

The show has lost its splendor. As of now it's really only a character backdrop to some. A list of events and ideas that you could pull and twist to fit something kinder or better. It's like as if we're using the Sun and Moon like Robin Hood. Stripping it down to the basics just so we can share our twist of the same tale. I have heard many times from people that AUs are more enjoyable right now than actual Canon. I myself have said for multiple stories that they do not follow past backup eclipses death. Which in my opinion is when the show really started to go downhill.

I'm going to ask this question again. Because I feel as if it is important for people who read this post to see it under a newer light.

I will note. If you reblog this post just to argue that it's not dying, That solar X moon isn't incest, that characters like eclipse and blood moon should be treated as the absolute villains they are, and seeking Sun and Moon are evil is dumb. I will not respond. To be honest I will not respond to many reblogs of this. I'm simply putting this information out earnestly as my opinion. I am not here to hate on the artists. I am not here to hate on your difference in opinion. I am not here to say that the show writers are dumb or money monsters. This is my opinion. And if you wish to fight it, then you are not willing to accept differencing opinion.

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lovelyney · 1 year

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⎯⎯ PROLOGUE, HABROMANIA❞

DESC. habromania: a form of delusional insanity in which the imaginings assume a cheerful or joyous character.

WARNINGS. suicide attempt, mentions of family abuse (physical and mental), mentions of self harm, intrusive thoughts.

SONG. Again ― Crusher-P

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IT was around midnight when (NAME) finally reached the top of the peek overviewing Qingce Village. her arms and legs felt numb from the exertion, yet she never paused to recover — hell, she didn’t even think about it.

normally, she would not have dared take such a risk, never mind in the middle of the night — especially when she despised heights. regardless, she couldn’t stand to live another day suffocated by her own parents and intrusive thoughts, if you could even call it ‘living,’ she felt she more ‘existed’ than anything.

her lungs burned as she sucked in a breath and propelled herself up, legs threatening to buckle as she overlooked the stars enveloping her hometown. “how pretty...” she uttered in a hushed tone, balling her hands into a fist as she reflected on all the painful memories that she once strived to forget. she hiccupped, “i—i hope i’ll at least become one of these stars when i pass — to have people wish on me and look at me with fondness instead of hatred...”

her hands, scarred and bruised from all the bottles thrown, cupped her arms tightly. it was a miracle that (NAME) turned out so saintly, considering her guardians were the contrary — abusive and burdensome. whenever things didn’t go according to their plans, they used her as an emotional punching bag, yelling and hitting her. they locked her inside Qingce Village, threatening to hit harder if she ever thought of leaving; they feared she would tell someone and ruin their perfect ‘reputation.’

(NAME)'s fingernails dug into her soft skin, opening old scars and creating new ones — scars intentionally carved by her own hands. she didn’t have a healthy way to cope, having no friends in the village because her parents simply didn’t allow it. as a result, she started lashing out at herself; scars, bruises, burns, scrapes, her body was covered in them all — anything that distracted her from the dull pain she felt in her chest. she blamed herself for everything, despite nothing being her fault. she wondered if any of it mattered now that she was going to take her own life. would her parents be relieved or angry? she didn’t care anymore; she just wanted it to be over.

(NAME) squeezed her eyes shut as her feet touched the end of the edge. while everything was screaming for her to back away, her thoughts, as always, empowered her. “stars, here i come.” she thought as she stepped off and descended down the cliffside — the wind harshly hitting her face being the last thing she felt.

Xiao let out a low growl as he finished off the hilachurls near Qingce Village. “that should be the last of them...” he grumbled and removed his mask. he lifted his head up, honey eyes dilating when he saw a figure falling from one of the tallest cliffs in Liyue.

quickly teleporting to there, he caught them before they could hit the ground. “what in gods name were they doing so high up...” questioned the adeptus as he landed on the grass, although he had an inkling of what the answer was. his eyes landed on her arms — bloodied from the deep scratches she had etched into them. “i—i need to get her patched up who knows how long she’s been bleeding.” he said and left for the entrance of Wangshu Inn.

when he walked inside, a warm pair of amber eyes peeked up from a pamphlet — saddening when they regarded the injured girl in Xiao’s arms. “archons, what happened?” he asked as he rushed up to him.

Xiao’s eyes narrowed at the boy, holding (NAME)'s head closer against his chest protectively. he wasn’t certain why he felt so defensive over a mortal he had just saved, but something in him yelled to protect her.

“why does it concern you? do you know her?” he barked, his grip on her getting slightly tighter.

“ah — apologies, no, i don’t. i just noticed that her cheeks are wet, her arms are bleeding, and her hair’s all over the place... it looks like she’s gone through quite a lot.” he informed and carefully brushed a few pieces of hair out of the girl’s face. “would you mind if i assisted you with treating her injuries? i mean no ill intent when i say this, but you look like you could use some help.”

Xiao huffed stubbornly, slightly humiliated that he made such an observation. it’s not like he was wrong; Xiao’s medical knowledge was limited, and Verr Goldet was asleep.

“fine. do as you wish, but i won’t hesitate to rid you if you even dare try anything,” he threatened and ambled towards the inn’s spare room, kicking open the door with his foot.

Kazuha stayed silent, paying little to no attention to his threat as he followed him inside the bedroom. he cautiously lifted (NAME)'s sleeves — bandaged thumbs gently caressing the various scars that littered her arms. “these—these scratches are relatively deep and are in a particular pattern. . . did—did she do this to herself?” murmured the blonde.

Xiao suppressed a sigh and sat on the floor next to (NAME). “that is what i’m led to believe. for what reason, i’m—i’m not sure. you mortals are so fragile; why go through such great lengths to harm yourselves?” he answered as he cleaned off the blood on her arm.

the latter’s eyes flooded with sorrow while he bandaged her arm in gauze. he whispered, “is it correct to assume she tried to take her own life?”

he fell silent for a short moment, a sad feeling stirring in his chest at the question. “yes, given the fact she was falling from the peak near Qingce Village,” he lamented — his hands dropping to his sides.

Kazuha nodded, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “Xiao, i—i don’t think it’s safe to leave her by herself. if she truly feels this is the only way to escape, she may very well try again.” he acknowledged. “perhaps we should look after her for a few days? she must feel so alone...”

Xiao winced, the thought of spending actual time with someone plaguing his mind. “and why must i be included?” he inquired.

“you’re an adeptus, correct? you could probably teach her a lot. and forgive me if i’m wrong, but isn’t letting her go while she’s a danger to herself against your policy?”

Xiao blinked as he stared down at (NAME), watching as her chest rose steadily up and down. something in him — a dull pain — stabbed him in his chest as he recounted the times he wished to disappear. with a solemn sigh, he looked up at Kazuha with crossed arms.

“alright, fine. i’ll watch over her with you, but you’re going to have to keep an eye on her when i’m out conquering demons.”

CUSTOMERS. @eimuros ― @miaoxi ― @oceanbluesixeyes

#⟡ — fawn’s flowers #⟡ — make a wish #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #lantern rite #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n

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otakween · 3 months

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Digital Monster: D-Project - Final Thoughts

Some quick stats:

This is my 13th Digimon game completed in less than 2 years, yay me!

This game took me 10 days to play. Love me a game that doesn't overstay its welcome.

This game was fantastic! It was probably most similar to the first Digimon World gameplay-wise, but waaay less convoluted and a lot cuter. Unlike in DW I had no problem getting the digivolutions I wanted and progressing through the game at a comfortable pace. There were a few "guide dang it!" moments here and there, but the game is mostly reasonable about hinting at what you're supposed to be doing. Full thoughts below.

Notes:

I loved the meta premise of this game. Basically when you boot it up, DemiDevimon comes along and "corrupts your game file." You then get sucked into the game world, "Swan World" (geddit, cuz Wonderswan?) The rest of the game is dedicated to restoring your corrupted surroundings and returning evil digimon to their nice forms. Very satisfying.

The v-pet aspect of the game was fun. The controls for calling/releasing your digimon were very intuitive. I liked how I could release them in various places like I was putting them out to pasture. The only really annoying thing was keeping the digimon fed because you had to input 4 digits to get one meat over and over and over again.

Of course I just used a guide to figure out the right codes, but the "enter a code and get a mystery digiegg" gimmick was cute. I really liked the animation of the egg slowly generating. It was a little weird because what digiegg you started with didn't matter much in the end, but oh well.

For some reason you have the ability to praise and scold your digimon? I understand praising because maybe it raises their happiness (I never actually checked), but there is no advantage to scolding in this game as far as I could tell.

Instead of the DW1 digivolution mechanic where you need a PHD in digivolving to get the right digimon, you just raise them in a certain environment to get the desired outcome. SO much easier. I liked that I could switch from line to line going from rookie to champion to make the game go quicker.

Except for the crazy last boss, it sort of felt like the difficulty level remained the same throughout the whole game. I brought a rookie into many battles, for example, and ended up being fine.

Omg the sprites in this game are so good!! Battling was so fun to watch (you can button mash to improve accuracy, but you don't really participate). Some kind soul uploaded all the sprites for download. I thought the Kyubimon victory animation was really funny:

Once I discovered jogress/DNA evolution I was like HELL YEAH 🔥🔥🔥 cuz the animation was so badass and took up like half the screen (wish I got more screenshots). There was also a really satisfying "BOOM!" sound effect during digivolution.

Lots of colorful, fun environments (especially compared to the last game which was blah). Another quality of life complaint is you have to go all the way to the start of the map every time you need food. There should have been more shortcuts to get from place to place.

I was actually kind of grateful that digimon die in this game. They have a pretty long lifespan, which is nice, but sometimes you need to clear up storage in your PC or you want the chance to raise a different type, so mons dying wasn't as soul crushing as in previous games.

If you can't read Japanese, I think I'd still recommend this game. The visuals and gameplay are enough to carry it and the controls/menus are pretty simple.

I give Digital Monster: D-Project an 8 out of 10

#digital monster: d-project #digimon #video games #games #wonderswan #oswan

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writingforcuteppl · 11 months

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If This Was A Movie/How You Get The Girl

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: “And that’s how it works. That’s how you got the girl.”

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNINGS: None that I’m aware of.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k words

Act 1: If This Was A Movie

“Dude, you like Y/n?” Kenny locked his phone after hearing Kyle’s question. He thought no one could see his screen, but not everything could go as he wished. Kenny quickly hid his phone, but he knew it was already late.

“Who’s Y/n?” Clyde asked, wanting to know what Kyle and Kenny were talking about.

“A girl who was our friend for what? Eight years?” Kenny only nodded. Clyde returned his attention to the screen in front of him. Kyle asked again at his lack of response, but this time in a lower tone so Clyde wouldn’t listen.

“Kenny, do you like her?”

“I dunno…” Kenny sighed. He really didn’t know. He may have seen you as a potential partner, but that was when you were 15. Now that he was 22, he felt more confused than when he was a teenager. “It’s just that recently I can’t get her out of my mind. A few days ago, I saw her with her parents walking down the street, and… God, she looked so pretty. I mean, she was already beautiful back in the day. But she looked more mature. And also, she’s been more active on her insta, and she seems so happy. There’s something about her smile that messes up with my head.”

“Dude, you do like her!”

“Fuck” the realization was something Kenny was trying to evade at any cost. It’s not that he hated the idea of you two dating. He’s scared, mainly because you’ve barely talked for years. What if you didn’t like him? How could he like someone he hardly has spoken to? “What am I gonna do, Kyle?”

“You have to do something, Ken.” Kyle could see how his best friend was scared. But maybe this was what Kenny had needed after so long, you. He knew something had changed within Kenny the moment you stopped talking, and seeing Kenny finally be honest with his feelings was refreshing to Kyle.

“Like what? What if she’s not interested? I mean, look at her. Someone like her definitely has people going after her.”

“I mean, yeah, she’s prettier than before… Answer this. Has she uploaded something regarding a potential partner or something along those lines?” Kyle asked.

“Well, not really. It’s always her friends or family. Not a single guy in sight.”

“There you go. Instead of pouting and looking at your phone screen. Do something about those feelings.”

“I think I like him, Wendy,” you confessed to your best friend.

“Who?”

“Kenny.” you heard a scream come out of your phone speaker, making you move your phone away from you.

“I KNEW IT. OMG. SINCE WHEN?”

“I think I figured it out a few weeks ago. I mean, he uploaded a photo of him in the gym, and god, he looks so fucking handsome. After that, I started to remember all the times we were together and how sweet he was. I know I tend to lie to myself, saying we were only friends back in the day, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I liked him back in high school.” you said worriedly.

“Why the tone? You should be happy you are finally being honest with yourself and admitting your feelings towards him.”

“I don’t know, Wen. Do you realize we haven’t talked in years? What if he doesn’t like me now? Hell, I don’t even know if I liked him back in the day. Now that the years have passed, how am I supposed to do something about my feelings? I think the best I can do right now is forget how I feel and see if it helps.”

“No. Sorry, but I’m not letting you suppress your feelings just because you are scared. We’ve never talked about Kenny properly, but now that the topic’s here, I want to know how you felt when he was your friend?” you sighed and started remembering everything.

“Well, He was protective over me. He always made sure I was ok and made me feel happy whenever I was feeling down. I remember the first time I saw him. It was second grade. He was so cute. I knew I liked him, even if, back in the day, I didn’t really understand what “liking” felt. I just knew it. But, of course, nothing happened. There was this one girl who told our teacher we were passing on notes, and we got in trouble. Fortunately, Kenny was smart and broke the notes into little pieces. We just had to make up a story regarding the legible words on the remaining pieces.” you smiled at the memory. “After that, I believe we had this mutual and unsaid agreement just to stop whatever we had going on. That’s why after that, we became best friends.”

“Why you never told me about that?”

“Well, it’s not like I remember every single memory with Kenny, you know? I remember that because it was the moment I knew nothing would happen between us.”

“But just because of that, you stopped liking him?”

“Wendy, I got in trouble for that. My mom never bought whatever lie Kenny and I came up with. She knew better. Wen, one of the pieces, literally had the word “love.”

“WHAT?” Wendy shouted once again, making you close your eyes.

“Wen, I swear to god you’re gonna leave me deaf if you keep shouting like that.”

“Sorry, sorry. But care to explain the “love” part, please?” you sighed. You never told this to anyone. You thought it was going to be something you took to your grave.

“He told me he loved me” You knew what was coming next, so you removed your ear from the speaker.

“MY GOD!!! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING! OMG OMG OMG.” You smiled at your friend’s excitement.

“I know!”

“But at that age, he knew what love was?” Wendy questioned.

“I guess so. At that moment, I just smiled at the confession, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized those were some strong feelings right there.”

“God, you do have a history with him… Now I understand why you keep thinking about him after all these years. He was basically your first love.”

“You think that?”

“Duh. It’s more than obvious.” That was something you didn’t like to hear. It confirmed your worst fear of all. He was something more than just your childhood friend. And Wendy was right. Kenny was someone who you couldn’t just forget that easily, not after he was your friend for years. “The more I hear about the two of you, the more I realize you are meant to be together. And now we have to make a plan for that to happen.”

“Can you just answer that damn story? You’ve watched it at least 15 times Kenny” Karen sighed tiredly.

“What if it’s not for me?”

“Of course, it’s for you, you dumb….”

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve known the two of you literally since I was born, and Y/n obviously likes you back. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t post everything she wants to do until she has a boyfriend for you to see.”

“What if it’s for another guy” Karen closed her eyes and counted to 10.

“Ok, first of all, is it just a normal insta story for everyone to see, or is it a “close friends” story?”

“Close friends”

“Great! Then you have your answer.”

“But what if she just forgot to remove me from her close friends?” Kenny felt really troubled. He was so in love with you, but he didn’t dare to be direct and say it to you. He’s been so heartbroken and lost so much in his life. He doesn’t want to lose again now that he has you back in his life. He preferred to have you as only his friend than to confess and lose you if you didn’t feel the same.

“Kenny, since when are you this scared of confessing to a girl?”

“Since it’s Y/n of who we are talking about.”

WENDY: Did he see it?

Y/N: Yeah

WENDY: And…?

Y/N: He didn’t answer to it.

WENDY: Ugh, I thought it was gonna work

Y/N: Me too

WENDY: I just don’t understand. He obviously likes you back

Y/N: Look, we just came to that conclusion from his CF stories. What if they were meant for someone else? And there’s also the fact that we just started talking after so many years of going no contact with each other. What if I just misunderstood everything?

WENDY: Don’t you even dare to begin overthinking about this. Wasn’t he the one who just posted, “If I added you to my CF, obviously I want to make out with you.” That was your opportunity to answer that story!

Y/N: I know, ugh, why am I like this? I don’t wanna blow it up. Not that he’s back in my life

WENDY: I know it was hard to have him back as your friend after so long. But it’s so obvious he likes you back.

Y/N: Who am I even kidding? I know, and I really like him too. I’m running out of ideas to make him confess, Wen.

WENDY: I just know the two of you are gonna be together. He’s just stupid and dumb and way too shy for his good, and it doesn’t help you are just like him.

Y/N: I’m gonna ignore that.

WENDY: You were made for each other.

Y/N: I swear to god...

WENDY: But on a serious note. From what you’ve told me, he’s a nice guy, yeah, horny, but you’re just as horny as him. And he seems sweet and polite when it comes to you. I know you are scared, but imagine how he’s feeling. I’m pretty sure he’s as frightened as you are. You told me you were the best of friends before you stopped talking.

Y/N: True, but what if he sees me only as his childhood best friend?

WENDY: Yeah, right. You don’t post about wanting to cuddle and kiss and do all the unimaginable to the person you like for your childhood best friend to see. He wants you as more.

Y/N: I don’t wanna get my hopes high, Wen. Not with him. I can’t lose him again.

WENDY: Think about it this way. Would you like to take the risk and be honest with him knowing he’s gonna say yes? Or never tell him how you feel and regret that decision for the rest of your life?

Act 2: How You Get The Girl

“Where are you going?”

“To see Y/n, I’m going to tell her how I feel.”

“Wow, hold your horse Kenny. First of all, I’m glad you finally made a positive decision in your entire life, but it’s raining. What are you going to do? Stand outside in the rain until she comes out, or what?”

“That would be pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Kenny smirked, putting on his sweatshirt.

“Yeah, and also pretty stupid, in my opinion.”

“She posted this story about cuddling while it’s raining, and as you said, it was meant for me. I’m going to her house.” Karen never saw her brother this determined. She knew nothing was going to stop him.

“You’re gonna get sick, Ken.”

"I don't care. I just want her by my side." Kenny said as he was exiting his house.

A million scenarios crossed Kenny’s mind. What if he just misunderstood the whole situation? A fear crept on the back of his neck. He was starting to get anxious. What if you did think he was insane to just confess out of nowhere? When he least expected it, he was at your front door. This was it. Now or never, Kenny thought. He knocked three times.

You heard the knocking from your bedroom. You really didn’t want to open the door. But your parents were out, and you knew your mother was waiting for packages, still when you thought about it, no one in their right state of mind would deliver while it was raining outside. More to your dismay, you got up, and you were glad you did.

“Are you insane, Kenny?!”

“Hi,” Kenny smiled at you, making your heart stop. God, you missed that smile.

“What are you doing here?” Kenny gulped at your question. He needed to take all the courage he had.

You felt your heart in your ears. You’ve only dreamt of this moment, but he was here. This wasn’t your dream.

“I… I want you. I don’t care about what happened between us in the past, and for the first time in my life, I’m more than sure I want you for worse or for better. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for years, and I’ve missed you so much. I know we started to drift apart, but I know things happen for a reason, and whatever I’ve done led me right here. You may not feel the same, or maybe you do. I just know I would wait for you all my life until you’re mine.”

You smiled. You felt your heart wanting to get out of your chest. Droplets of rain started to fall from Kenny’s hair, and that was when you realized he was still standing in the rain. You quickly extended your hand to him, and when he took it, you made him enter your house.

“You’re soaking wet. You need to change your clothes as soon as possible. If not, you will get sick. Come in.” You started to go to the bathroom, but Kenny grabbed your hand, stopping you. He turned you around, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t say anything, only looked at him in those beautiful eyes. Kenny started soaking your clothes, but right now, you have more important things to worry or be excited about.

“You’re not going to say anything?” he grabbed one of your cheeks and whispered, getting closer to you.

“Like what? Like how that was the most romantic but crazy moment I’ve had? Like how many times I’ve waited for something like this to happen? Or maybe I could say how I would also wait for you my entire life… Does that please you?” you whispered. He was so close to your face. You could feel his lips ghosting yours.

“You’re gonna get sick if you don’t shower and change your clothes, Ken.”

“I couldn’t care less.” his other hand grabbed your other cheek, cupping your face. You gulped as you saw Kenny lick his lips.

“Are you just gonna do something or-” Kenny only smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. Even if it was short, you still felt his lips lingering. You didn’t move, nor did he. It was as if the two of you wanted to remember this moment perfectly. The two of you just stayed there, smiling, standing like two idiots in love. Which you were.

“Wanna change and cuddle?” you asked him.

“So it was for me to see,” he smirked.

“Of course it was. You’re the only one that can see my CF stories. Well, Wendy can also see them, but she’s my best friend….” you saw Kenny with the biggest smile. It was like he just needed to hear that. And he did. He took a leap of faith, risking everything, and he was euphoric to know you also felt the same for him.

“Do you, maybe, want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. I would love to.” You wrapped your arms around Kenny’s neck, pulling him for another kiss. This time a longer and more passionate kiss. You’ve finally got the person you love the most back. And it was amazing.

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stampkin · 1 year

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hi how do you put gifs in stamps? i cannot figure it out for some reason

I'll be happy to give you a hand! I've put most of this under the cut because I have two different methods of editing gif stamps, and I don't want to clog someone's dash LOL

I want to preface that I edit using a PC, so I'm not confident in giving advice/tips to anyone who is mobile-bound.

For the first method, and generally the easier one, I entirely use EZgif. It really is a lifesaver of a website... ^^

I start by cropping the gif I want to make a stamp of. Here’s the gif I’ll be using!

(Note: You can’t make stamps using gifv/webp files on EZgif, they will bug out. You can convert gifv files to gif by going to its URL and removing the “v,” and you can convert webp files to gif using this section of the website!)

[Photo ID: Gif of Shadow the Hedgehog.]

Sometimes you don't need to do this, but usually, I crop the gif to remove unnecessary background space and to put more focus on the character.

[Photo ID: Cropped gif to put more focus on Shadow and remove background space.]

Now, I resize the cropped gif. Set the width to “91″ and the height to “47.”

(Note: Sometimes after you size down the image, the gif gets corrupted. You can fix this by changing the resize method. I find Gifsicle works the best, though that isn't guaranteed.)

[Photo ID: Prior gif resized to 91 x 47.]

We’re almost done! All we have to do now is put the stamp border on through using the overlay section.

[Photo ID: Transparent downloadable stamp border.]

Here’s the stamp border I’ll be using!

Note: If you want to use a different border, you'll likely have to find its area on your own to properly resize the gif again.

Once you are on the overlay page with your resized gif, you want to click this button once.

[Photo ID: Screenshot of Canvas Size button. Picture reads “Extend canvas size (use if overlay exceeds gif size).”]

After you do that, you want to insert the stamp border with this button.

[Photo ID: Screenshot of Choose File button. Picture reads “Select overlay image or watermark (PNG/GIF/JPG): Choose File: No file chosen. Upload Image!”]

Now that the border is inserted, change left to “41″ and top to “19,″ then click "Generate image!"

Note: You'll also have to find the left and top on your own if you're using a different stamp border. This is important because if you don't have the correct numbers, your gif will have a random sliver of transparency in it.

[Photo ID: Gif stamp with a noticeable amount of unnecessary transparent space.]

You should have something like this, but we aren’t done yet though. Do you notice all the transparent space we don’t need that’s around the stamp? We need to crop that out using this easy button!

[Photo ID: Screenshot of Autocrop button. Picture reads “Autocrop: trim transparent pixels around the image.”]

After you click "Autocrop," click "Generate image," and then you’re done!

[Photo ID: Completed gif stamp.]

You're free to add whatever aesthetic changes you like using the "Effects" section, though I usually tend to lay off that since I see it as a hassle.

Now, for the second, and more tedious method, that I have been using recently!

Starting off, we are going to find and crop our gif using EZgif again, so just copy the first two steps from the last method.

[Photo ID: Gif of Shadow the Hedgehog.]

[Photo ID: Cropped gif to put more focus on Shadow and remove background space.]

Now that's done, we need to resize the gif to fit the same stamp border I used before! But instead of using the prior numbers, we're going to use new ones.

Resize your gif by using the width “101″ and the height “57.”

Note: If you're using a different border, you can easily find these numbers because they'll be the same as your border's, as long as it doesn't have any background space. If your border does, please crop it out.

[Photo ID: Prior gif resized to 101 x 57.]

Now, here's where things get different. We're going to use the website "Photopea," which is basically just online Photoshop.

Click "File" on the top left corner of the website and then click "Open," then insert the resized gif.

[Photo ID: Photopea editing software with stamp opened.]

You should now have something like this! It's important to keep in mind that all of those layers are the frames of your gif.

Now, insert the stamp below, which is just the same border from earlier except with the stamp part colored in, onto the gif by clicking "File," and then clicking "Open & Place."

[Photo ID: Filled in downloadable stamp border, edges are still transparent.]

It will automatically paste onto a new layer at the top of the folder layer list. You need to move it down so that it's on the bottom of the folder, not the layer list. You can do this by simply dragging and dropping.

[Photo ID: Two images. One shows the filled-in stamp on top of the folder layer list. The other shows the filled-in stamp on the bottom of the folder.]

Here's the tedious part. You now need to set ALL of the gif's frames to "Clipping group," not including the filled-in stamp. This can conveniently be done by clicking each frame while holding down "Ctrl" and "Alt" on your keyboard. This process can either last a few seconds or up to a full minute depending on how many frames the gif has. Sorry...

[Photo ID: Example of the gif's frames all set to "clipping group." You can tell this has been done successfully because the frames have a small arrow pointing downward on the left side of the layer preview image.]

Don't forget to double-check in case you missed any frames! You should now have something like this at the center of your screen.

[Photo ID: Screenshot of the gif at the center of the screen, now looking stamp-shaped.]

We're not done yet! We still need to add a light stamp border and a dark stamp outline. We can do this by pasting the images below.

[Photo ID: Two photos. One is a transparent downloadable outline of a stamp. The other is a transparent downloader border of a stamp.]

Paste the light one first, and then the dark one last on top of the folder's layer list.

[Photo ID: Previous screenshot after the templates have been pasted.]

Click on "File," and then click "Save," and now you're done!

[Photo ID: Completed gif stamp made in Photopea.]

This part is optional, but if you want, you can mess around with the layers and add some aesthetical changes! Here's an example of the previous stamp after I edited it like I normally do!

[Photo ID: Completed gif stamp made in Photopea with effects.]

That's all for now! If you have any questions or need more help, don't be afraid to ask! :D

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How do you make gifs?

Hi! The process I use is done completely online using several websites (which will be attached here). In fact my process probably makes things a bit more complicated than it really should but tbf I don't know how else to do it pff

First of all, you'll need to download whatever you want to make gifs from in a mp4 format. If you're grabbing a video off of YouTube there are plenty of YouTube to mp4 websites available online. However, if you were to download from a different website (such as Newgrounds, for example) then you'll likely have to install a browser extension to download videos. For example, since I use Firefox I use the Video DownloadHelper extension.

Once I have the video I need I drop it into Canva, though any video editing website/software works. All you need is a program that allows you to crop videos and export them in a gif format. If not then you can export the cropped video in an mp4 format and use a website/program that allows you to convert mp4 files to gif. I recommend the following sites: Ezgif CloudConvert FreeConvert

However, I'm going to use Canva for this tutorial since it's how I work.

First of all, you gotta upload your video to Canva (it will appear beside the blank 'canvas').

Once you've uploaded the video(s) you want to make gifs with, all you need to do is drag and drop them onto the blank canvas. It should automatically fit it to fill the whole canvas if you drag the video to the edge of the canvas instead of the middle.

All you have to do from here is figure out which part you want to crop out! The great thing about Canva (and some other programs, though not all) is you can search through the timeline frame by frame with the arrow keys to make sure you get the exact part you want (just make sure you click on the timeline before you start touching the arrow keys, because if the video is still selected you'll just end up moving the video across the canvas pixel by pixel).

Once you've cropped out the part you want, all you have to do is export it as a gif. You do this by going to 'share', 'download', and choosing gif under the 'file type' dropdown.

(Once you select the gif option, don't worry about adjusting the size of the video.)

Once you have your gif you can stop there! Unless you want to crop the gif to focus on a specific character or section of the scene, for example. If you plan on making a gifset just remember to keep the same aspect ratio for each gif.

I use Ezgif to crop my gifs. It makes the process extremely simple and has several presets for the aspect ratio too!!

And yeah! That's about it! I hope this tutorial makes sense,, it's my first time making one qwq but if you have any questions just lmk!!

#Grim answers #tutorial

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unabashegirl · 9 months

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Lycan 4 (HS)

Author's note: I am so excited about the future of this series. It's also very freeing to write about mystical things, and it enables my imagination which I love. Lycan already has SEVEN chapters. All uploaded on my Patreon. I can't for you to read it when the time comes.

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Y/N was speechless, and she felt very embarrassed. She could feel her cheeks flaring up from embarrassment as both men stared down at her.

“You are the mayor?” She asked again, surprised that the town had voted for someone so young. Y/N was also realizing how attractive the new mayor was. She liked how he was casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked nothing like a mayor.

“I am Harry” he stretched out his hand. “Nice to meet you” Harry was very amused at how her expression and her tone changed.

“Y/N Y/L/N” she shook his hand, “I am sorry about my rudeness” She apologized which Harry found ridiculously cute. She mesmerized him, and he could tell that she was going to be incredibly special to him.

“See? That wasn’t that hard” Harry joked, “You are new in town, right?”

“Not really. I was born here” Harry nodded and listened carefully, “Just visiting my father”. She revealed.

“That’s nice. Well, it’s great to have you back. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you” Harry smiled at her making her swooned for him. “Niall, can I have a word with you? Have a good one Y/N” Harry waved as he turned his back towards her and walked back to his table.

“I’ll be right back” Niall winked at her and walked towards Harry.

Y/N tried her best to start eating and mind her own business, but she couldn’t stop herself to look up. From where she sat, it looked like he was diligently explaining something to Niall. The young cop only nodded back. Harry's eyes met with hers making her look down at her food quickly. She had been caught with the hand in the cookie jar, and why deny it? She was obviously checking him out. Y/N just wanted to pay the bill and run out.

“Y/N!” Mr. Brown called out as he walked up to her, saving her from the awkwardness. She tried her best not to look back, but she left someone’s eyes on her, and it made her uncomfortable. Y/N was being watched, but she wasn’t going to look up. She tried her best to ignore it and instead, she stood up from her seat and hugged Mr. Brown.

“Mr. Brown! How’ve you been?” She smiled widely at whom she considered to be the closest thing to a father figure.

“Good! It’s great seeing sweetie. How long are you staying?”

“Just two weeks. I hope. I’ve got to get back to work” Y/N explained, “I am just finishing up breakfast before going to see Robert”.

“You should come over to dinner tonight! We would love to catch up” Mr. Brown smiled, “Are you staying at the house?”.

“No. At the hotel” Mr. Brown nodded before someone started speaking on his radio. “Well, duty calls. I’ll see you later, honey” He smiled, “Niall!” He called out interrupting his conversation with Harry. Mr. Brown didn’t even wait for Niall, he walked straight out into his car. From, the corner of her eye, Y/N watched as Harry and Niall walked out of the diner.

“Cute, huh?” Mrs., Brown asked as she refilled her coffee.

“Who?” Y/N asked as she faked being interested in some Excel documents that she had opened on her laptop.

“Mayor Styles” Mrs. Brown responded, “Apparently he was born and raised in town, but I’ve never seen him before he was a contestant for elections.”

“That’s odd. How old is he?”

“I think he is thirty or thirty-one.”

“Should have seen him in school, but I don’t remember anyone by that name” Y/N wasn’t popular, but the town wasn’t as big to forget the names of the people at school. Nor was the school too big to never have met the students from older grades.

“That’s because he was homeschooled” Mrs. Brown shrugged, “To be honest I honestly didn’t believe in his campaign and thought that he was going to be a disaster.” The Browns had debated multiple weeks and the house had been divided. Mr. Brown thought that Harry was the way to go. Sure. He was young, but the town needed a change. “He has been doing a decent job lately. He is very attentive and open to suggestions. At least, he solved the issue with whatever was in the woods”.

Y/N's curiosity instantly perked up at the mention of the woods.

“What issue? What’s in the woods?” Mrs. Brown laughed and placed her hand on her shoulder with a big smile.

“Nothing anymore, honey. Harry took care of it with Mr. Brown” Y/N sighted and made a mental note to ask Mr. Brown at dinner. She was interested maybe what she had seen in the woods had some connection to it. Y/N didn’t feel crazy anymore. Her lack of sleep had been validated.

“I should get going.” Y/N looked down at her watch, realizing that visiting hours were just about to start in the hospital. If she wanted to check up on Robert, she needed to leave now. “I’ll see you at dinner” She winked and kissed Mrs. Brown’s cheek after putting down thirty dollars.

“Don’t be late! We are having lasagna!” She called out before Y/N left the diner.

Y/N hated the town’s hospital with every fiber in her. Mostly after experiencing her mother’s death. Potentially it was the number of times that she had driven her to the hospital when she had gotten so sick or when her father had beaten her up so badly that she was unrecognizable.

10:05 AM her phone showed her after she parked. She sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, trying to bring down her heart rate. The truth was that Y/N was still scared of her father. She was older now and didn’t depend on him, but most of her darkest dreams had him in them as the main lead.

The first nights in college, she would wake up screaming and drenched in sweat. Her dorm monitor had even advised her to look for help from one of the psychology teachers. A piece of advice that she had taken as an insult at first but ended up doing exactly that. Things got better after she started assisting consistently. Pamela had been her salvation.

“Robert Y/L/N?” She asked at the nurse's station.

“You are?”

“His daughter” Y/N sharply said, annoyed that she had to keep revealing that she was related to him.

“Oh! Ms. Y/L/N, you are finally here! I thought you weren’t going to ever come. He is in room 206” The nurse smiled and pointed her down the hallway. “I am sure he is going to be happy to see you”.

“Thanks” She slowly walked down the hall. Suddenly, Y/N couldn’t remember the reason she had agreed to come up to see him. It was not worth it anymore. Her mental stability mattered more. Y/N finally came up to the door of the room and stood in front of it. She was stiff as a board; her muscles had tensed up. Y/N closed her eyes as she remembered Pamela’s words in her mind. She tried to remember everything that she had ever talked to Pamela about and everything she had advised her to do before seeing her father. “You are enough, a million times enough,” she said to herself.

Y/N opened the door and faced the monster of her story.

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