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Just remembered when my hs lit studies class read Hamlet (that class was so fun, always had a laugh with those guys) and we chose roles 'cause we wanted to like act it out during readings (resulting in some hilarious moments, like when I had to drag my classmate 'off stage' after mime-stabbing him through a blanket another classmate held up)
Anyway I read for Hamlet because that's so gender (and no one else really wanted to lol) and I lowkey liked the girl who happened to be reading for Horatio (it wasn't a crush but I uhhh yk thought she looked good n was cool like she read Jane Austen and did her research project on how Audrey Hepburn influenced fashion n stuff and just,, I think if she had ever asked me out I wouldn't've declined but ultimately it was aesthetic attraction more than anything else. And she was v likely straight)
And so I couldn't really suggest that like,, Hamlet and Horatio are perhaps gay for eo or anything 'cause I wouldn't've wanted to make her uncomfortable or anything
Earlier that year almost our entire class agreed that Dorian and Basil from The Picture of Dorian Gray were gay and she was legit like 'oh, I didn't think of that' like this girl was surprised?? We're all here either outright saying 'they're gay harold' or generally agreeing but she just,, did not consider the gay subtext afjahdkfkl (our teacher was trying to palm it off with an alternative interpretation and like yeah screw amatonormativity and all but,, the context, man. Oscar 'The Homosexual' Wilde was definitely queercoding his characters during the repressed as hell Victorian era ok?? But this was a Christian school so.. but like. Legit one of the classmates I sat with wrote a Dorian x Basil fixitfic I can't). And I basically ended up saying to her 'your interpretation is totally valid.. but you're wrong' nOT THAT I MEANT TO SAY IT LIKE THAT BUT IT KINDA CAME OUT THAT WAY AND EVERYONE REACTED LIKE I'D SPAT A SICK BURN OOF NO GUYS I'M JUST NEURODIVERGENT
So yeah while I wished I was cool n confident enough, there was no way I could've made a flirty joke about Hamlet and Horatio with this girl (even tho I generally wanted to point it out)
#this girl read tsoa but didn't realise Basil and Dorian or Hamlet and Horatio might be a bit queer like girl what??#anyway#in an alternate universe i would've talked to her more. probs still wouldn't've flirted but I would've tried to make friends w her or smth#i think most of the class understood that h&h were a lil fruity tho like we all saw what we saw#it's not like we even read most of the scenes w hamlet and horatio#hh idk what I'm doing here i gotta do stuff#also disclaimer im not saying they MUST be gay again i would like to punch amatonormativity in the gut. but like also I don't wanna be#insisting that they're straight 'cause i would also like to kick heteronormativity in the teeth#they can be both. they can be both queer and platonic best buds. both interpretations can coexist. but when ppl are trying to tell u it's#completely straight and trying to push ur queer interpretation aside?? no i'm allowed to assert an interpretation differing from yours#i wasn't out in hs tho so it's not like i had the backing of 'im queer and i want to interpret these characters as queer so let me do that'#although ppl did ask friends of mine if im gay which is weird like just ask me?? the answers still no (and it's true - I'm not gay) but if#if u don't already know whether im queer or not. perhaps u weren't supposed to know#high school was an interesting time oof#anyway oh my gosh i need to get off tumblr and do things and then go to bed!
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How Lookism Guys Fall in Love with YOU + personal hc
Requested. If you can't tell how repetitive I am from my masterlist, here it is all side by side to show you exactly the sort of tropes I like a LOT. Sorta hc, sorta the storylines-ish I like to write.
Strangers to Lovers
Johan Seong
Meeting Johan and bonding through his pups. You don't even need to show him kindness. Show Eden and Miro kindness and you will enter his thoughts regardless.
A cliched way to a man's heart is his stomach. Feed Johan up too to up the relationship.
Lots of emotional maturing needed for Johan to understand what the hell is going on. Pulls away to get some distance yet always ends up by your side. He can't help it. Eventually just gives in.
Goo Kim
While I personally dislike the love at first sight trope, this guy would absolutely double take if there was something that caught his eye and then he would be his normal extroverted and clingy self to get to know you.
This fucking charmer. Yes he's annoying, but even then he gets under your skin and you can't help falling for him too.
Also a fan of the hot-and-cold-casual-fuck-buddies dynamic. He'll see you every day for a week, wake up in your bed then ghost you for a month. Rinse and repeat. After a little while - oh. Goo realises he misses you.
Samuel Seo
Ah the oh-shit-I-caught-feelings-when-we-were-just-casually-fucking-and-no-strings-attached pining.
Meeting at somewhere like a corporate event or even in a club.
Lots of inner turmoil as he gets to grips with his emotions and how to deal with you. A little bit of push and pull before he eventually admits how he feels.
Ryuhei Kuroda/Xiaolong
Just meeting someone, anyone who is the opposite of Mitsuki and Vivi. Showing them what a normal healthy person, with normal healthy interests looks like. Show them kindness, show them your sweet smile, show them you don't want anything apart from just them and they will fall for you.
Ryuhei - Not really much guilt with moving on from Mitsuki because face it. They weren't exactly anything.
Xiaolong - oof. The most angsty hurt/comfort you can think of.
Friends (classmates) to Lovers
Zack Lee
Long-ish time friend, but nothing progressed due to his feelings for Mira. Gradually circumstances bring you both closer together. Tending to his wounds, school projects, maybe even shopping for a gift for Mira.
Start to see you in a new light. Deals with a lot of denial at first and then later, guilt. Unsurprisingly, it's Mira that notices the change in Zack and encourages him to pursue you.
Vasco Tabasco/Jace Park
Classmate of theirs through J-high or knew them from middle school. Help to tutor Vasco or just generally up to some shit with Jace. Maybe playing detective.
Not involved with Burn Knuckles, but you might as well be. With Vasco or Jace, the rest of the crew treats you with the same level of respect as their No.1/2 and will protect you at all costs.
Relatively straightforward friends to lovers, with all the worries of gang shit.
Vin Jin
Love the idea of Vin Jin, Mary and You being best buds together. Either from Cheonliang or you getting closer to Vin through Mary once they attend J-High.
An absolute asshole though he is a little softer towards you. Takes him a while to fall for you and see you in a new light. Is so used to you as a friend that it will take someone else interfering or an event.
See masterlist for someone asking you on a date or Vin seeing you in his Cheonliang jacket heh (the latter really breaks his brain).
Jake Kim
Childhood friend to lovers. You knew him before he joined Big Deal and/or while he was a tall lanky middle school kid.
Always had a soft spot for you. Walking you home from school, spending evenings in the library messing around, hanging in the park. Once he joined Big Deal and you started high school, it added some distance between you but Jake still could never get you off his mind.
Eventually reconciling and slow burn into lovers. Dealing with all the usual angst of Jake putting you in danger and risking your safety by being with him. Hint: he gets over it eventually. Or else it turns into angsty regret (my personal fave!).
DG/James Lee
You know him from his James Lee days and go way back. Either classmates together or another very typical show-him-a-little-kindness and then wormed your way into his heart.
Sees you more and more, and no matter what, you're never judgemental of him and you're able to talk to him like a normal human being - which is a rarity. Growing closer together until he starts to confide in you. One day, James just realises you're the closest person to him and he likes you. You have grown and grown on him until it's obvious and completely hits him over the head with it.
Progress into lovers is very straightforward. You stick with him through thick and thin. Even with his transition into DG, you're the one constant in his life that he keeps close by and protects.
Eli Jang
Know Eli from his J-high days and always been good buddies with you. Sure you could tell he's good looking but you didn't put him on a pedestal.
Eventually growing closer to him and also meeting Yenna. Which is a huge step, by the way. Eli is so goddamn protective of her and when you are both introduced he thinks 'huh? this is? nice??'. Loves the idea of a happy family.
Bit of angst dealing with the death of Heather and moving on with you.
+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Warren Chae, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros
Colleague/Crew Member to Lovers
Gun Park/Goo Kim
The third partner and completing the Gun/Goo/You trifecta. Teaming up with Goo to piss off Gun or with Gun to become the sassiest, most fearsome duo and a headache for the blonde.
Eugene/Samuel Seo
Working alongside and rising through the ranks, impressing them with your competency that they have no choice but to take notice of you. They struggle treading the line between professionalism and falling for you.
Jake Kim/Sinu Han
Big Deal crew member, joining and working your way into the Boss's heart. Another one for lots of pining and slow burn as they try not to fall for you because they feel it's pretty inappropriate.
Another favourite little scenario: you working on Big Deal street. Either taking up an empty premise or working in a store or restaurant and catching their eye. Flirtation abound especially when they visit you when you should be working and prove to be an awful distraction.
#lookism#lookism x reader#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lookism fic#lookism headcanons#johan seong x reader#goo kim x reader#gun park x reader#ryuhei kuroda x reader#xiaolong x reader#zack lee x reader#vasco x reader#jace park x reader#vin jin x reader#jake kim x reader#samuel seo x reader#dg x reader#james lee x reader#eli jang x reader#eugene x reader#sinu han x reader#wannaeatramyeon#god-monsters
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Haii haii! the last one you wrote was soo goooodddd, Imma have request a seongtaehoon x reader but them being kid (elemetary kids) and taehoon having a crush on her lolololol (~‾▿‾)~
Oof, thanks for the ask anon and reading! My Taehoon inspo (and general inspo tbh) was seeeeriously dwindling, so thanks for kickstarting it.
Seong Taehoon x Reader: Through the years
Elementary School to High School - your relationship through the years
It starts with you in pigtails, and a harsh yank. Taehoon, at a tender young age, already exhibiting interest in others through aggressive behaviour.
The teacher intervenes.
Taehoon apologises, face a picture of innocence, as if butter wouldn't melt. The next day, he pushes you over. He's a quick learner, knowing to avoid other's watchful eyes to stay out of trouble.
So it continues.
Little balled up pieces of paper hit you in the back of your head during class, small shoves during break, rough shoulder bumps in the corridors.
It escalates to another boy joining in.
The first time he makes you cry, the contents of your backpack spilling across the floor, knees scraped and bleeding, big fat tears rolling down your face - Taehoon kicks him square in the stomach.
They're both suspended.
On their return, the other boy leaves you alone. Taehoon doesn't.
The words have as much bite as before, the pushes just as aggressive, yet now there's an odd comfort.
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Things don't change much through Middle School. You do though, and so does Taehoon.
You both start to grow into your bodies, the early effects of puberty taking hold.
Hormones run wild and other classmates start to take notice of both your appearances.
Anyone interested in you results in them inevitably getting kicked. Anyone interested in Taehoon is ignored. Rumours swirl, but neither of you take notice.
Taehoon is still as physical as ever, though now there is an awkwardness that wasn't there before. He isn't as carefree. He averts his gaze when you turn around to glare at him, and the jostling leaves Taehoon as red-faced as you.
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Then Dowoon happens, and Taehoon isn't seen for weeks on end.
You're not sure what compels you to visit his Taekwondo studio, maybe you've become accustomed to his presence through bullying and harassment.
Seong Hansu greets you. You exchange pleasantries and start to attend his lesson regularly in the hopes of seeing Taehoon again.
Another few weeks pass before you hear "What the fuck are you doing here?"
You would recognise that voice anywhere. To your surprise, it makes you smile.
In the early days, he treats your attendance with narrowed eyes and suspicion. He ignores your concerned glances and attempts at conversation.
Eventually, it gets better.
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Taehoon's MMA loss leads to you both sitting quietly on a park bench.
He doesn't say a word for hours, and neither do you.
Instead, you pull a can of beer from your bag. Taehoon raises his eyebrows in surprise, not thinking you had it in you for any underaged drinking.
It pops open with a refreshing hiss and you take the first sip. You pass it to Taehoon and he follows your lead.
The sunset could be beautiful, the birds chirping could be melodic, this could almost be romantic. But you feel Taehoon's despondency like it's an extension of your own self.
You continue to sit with him long after the beer is drained.
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Your relationship morphs and blossoms.
The shoulder bumps are friendlier, the hair tugs are with affection. It evolves to an occasional arm slung around your shoulder, hand grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the arcade, headlocks when you're irritating him, careful touches when he patches you up after sparring.
His eyes are gentle and tender when he looks at you, even if he wears a scowl.
You're the first person he thinks to call or message if anything happens.
He spends almost every spare moment with you.
You're his best friend.
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High School begins, and Taehoon gets ever cockier and confident.
But there are strange developments afoot.
The casual touches continue and you are left flustered. He still likes to throw things at you in class, but when you now give him a dirty look, his returning smirk leaves your heart pounding.
You're too worried about messing up what you have, not even sure if Taehoon returns your affection. You daydream about taking the next step, but you don't know how to proceed.
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Taehoon finds himself pinned beneath you.
It's not often anymore you manage to gain the upperhand when sparring together. He's a prodigy afterall, and not to mention 6ft 2 of pure muscle.
Of course you take this rare opportunity to gloat, who wouldn't? All the while, Taehoon just stares at you with an odd glint in his eye.
"Go out with me."
Huh? You think you mishear but he repeats himself. The words ring as clear as day.
"Go out with me."
"W-what?"
"I like you, and I know you like me too," Taehoon smiles smugly at you. Even in his compromising position, under his piercing gaze, it feels like you're the one immobilised.
You've already played out this scenario a million times in your head but you never thought it would happen. The seconds drag as you look on in shock.
"Is this a no?" Taehoon's words pulls you back to him. He doesn't look annoyed at the idea of rejection. In fact, he looks just as arrogant as ever. As if he knew that there isn't a chance in hell you would turn him down.
"It's not a no," you hesitate, "but what if this ruins our friendship?"
Taehoon's smile widens, "I never liked you anyway."
This time he doesn't pull your hair. He gently cups the back of your head and brings your lips to his.
#taehoon seong#taehoon x reader#viral hit#viral hit manhwa#viral hit x reader#viral hit webtoon#viral hit headcanons#how to fight#how to fight manhwa#how to fight webtoon#how to fight headcanons#seong taehoon x reader#seong taehoon#seong taehun#seong taehun x reader#taehun seong#taehun seong x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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Burnout | Sugawara Koushi
Pairing: Suga X Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: angsty fluff, college!AU
"x-whyareyoureadingthis-x asked: Mini Request for college!Sugawara: sitting at your desk at home, studying, and just having a small breakdown, like there's so much work and mid-terms are in full swing and you don't know how to keep up and all that. And Suga just comes from the side, gently taking your head and pulling it against his chest, letting you cry a little. I'm sorry, but this scenario has been stuck in my head for a month now. If you don't feel like writing it don't worry. But I had to tell someone about this 😅"
Author's Note: i took this mini request and made it into a full one so :) I can't resist making this but I know it'll end up too long as a "crumb" anyways T^T but more for you all to be fed hehe also I relate to this feeling so much oof
college
it was the next few years of your life that you always heard would be the "best ones ever" yet here you were
your first ever fall semester and you were miserable
The courses you signed up for were ones you were genuinely interested in based off of what you heard and read about the professor
but now sitting through them, with all their workloads piling up toward the climax of the semester
you sat under your kotatsu and wondered
why were you putting yourself through this?
Were you the only one feeling like this?
Everyone you saw when you looked around anywhere on campus looked like they were handling it well and they were just meeting the expectations of what it meant to be a college student
to become an adult
and here you sat
staring off past your no longer lit computer screen as the leaves fell from your childhood home's backyard
a cool breeze blowing in, through your hair and caressing your cheek but your legs stayed warm under the kotatsu
so why was it just you who couldn't handle it?
you snapped out of your daze, glancing around at all your sprawled-out notes
all the reminders you set around your room of the work you needed to do by when
the reticulate time schedule you created would put you as ahead as you could in terms of work with just maybe a bit of free
only if you were lucky or if your professors had mercy on you and canceled some readings or discussions
your chest felt heavy
your body felt heavy just sitting there on the familiar matted floor of your living room
it was all just so much
everything was just so much
all the material you had to retain
the assignments
the readings
the papers you had to type
and now that things were different from high school
now that things were much more real than in high school, everything was longer
the research you had to do
the articles you had to read
the textbooks you had to read
the prices of everything - tuition, fees, it was all so much
as another cold breeze blew by, your cheek felt even colder
you felt a wet drop on the back of your hand
when did you start crying?
Everything was so manageable in high school
when did high school graduation feel so far away when it was only before this past summer, just a couple of months ago?
when did everything start to feel so heavy?
you took a deep breath, trying not to blink or else you knew your tears would fall
but the tears were blurring your vision
until you saw one sticky note you made weeks ago
it was the schedule of your midterms, three of which were on one day and then the last two were on separate days
you made a list of all the material you had to review
you stared at the note, holding the dulled color little sheet in your fingertips, staring at your own handwriting
when did you start cracking?
A cold gust blew in, forcing the door to open wider
"Y/N~ I brought steamed buns.."
"Koushi.." you broke
his voice died off seeing you in your room, papers floating and being pushed all over the floor around you
you looked like a mess
the bags under your eyes were a lot more present since the last time he saw you just a week ago
the room filled with your stifled sobs as you covered your eyes with the palms of your hands
you could feel how damp they had become
but then you felt the warmth
you moved your hands, your vision blurring but you could feel Koushi
His body was pressed against yours, arms pushing your body into his
as if he was the glue and knew you were falling into pieces
as if he was welding your pieces back together
"I'm here," he spoke, squeezing you a little tighter, his voice saddened seeing you like this
he had a subtle inkling of what was happening to you, seeing the signs but whenever he asked, you would tell him it was just some fatigue a good night's rest couldn't fix
how much he wished he followed his gut
and look at you now
"let it out, Y/N," he caressed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair, holding you close ever so gently
like you were the most precious thing in the world
and to him, you were
you sobbed profusely in his arms
trying your best to tell him everything between gasps and breaths
he nodded, listening, sharing his advice with you
encouraging you
letting you know that he would always be there with you through thick and thin
"You've worked so hard, but you need to rest too," he held your hands, giving them a little squeeze as he looked deep into your eyes
Every time you did try to relax, you felt restless, guilty, like there was more you could've been doing
"you shouldn't feel guilty for taking care of yourself and your health!" he proclaimed
"Now eat a pork bun!" he scrambled, reaching for one from the bag he brought, and stuffing it into your mouth while he scooped up your papers into a neat pile
then finally scooping you into his lap as he pet your head
"we're going to rest today," he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you took a bite
"and feed me too," he widened his mouth, waiting to take a bite of the bun
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Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!
#dokifluffs#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#suga#sugawara#sugawara imagines#sugawara headcanons#sugawara x reader#suga koushi#suga x reader#suga imagines#suga scenarios#suga headcanons
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Obey Me MC
So this is my MC Aren
They're fiercely independent, having to raise themself in a not so child-friendly environment. They're the type to try and find a solution on their own before even thinking about asking for help. Can be blunt as all hell, sometimes blurting things out before thinking. A decent cook out of necessity.
Takes things in stride and processes it later when it's calm enough to think and look back on the events that happened. Honestly they just shut their brain off and force themself to be logical but once the emotions take over, they have a hard time calming down.
Back in high school, they were somewhat of a delinquent. More like a lone wolf type than anything. They've had their fair share of climbing the perimeter wall to skip class and getting involved in fistfights. They keep to themself but the other students think they're an easy target because of that. They are not. This caused them to be an occasional target for thugs who'd like to "put them in their place". They developed a habit of carrying a pocket knife because of this.
They aren't fazed about magic. The place they grew up in had a prominent culture about folk healing and witches and superstition. They lived with a witch for quite some time after running away from home (they loved her very much and was devastated when she passed).
They have a healthy amount of curiosity, often asking questions to satisfy it. This results in them reading a lot but only for topics they have interest in. Mainly magic. Which is how they and Solomon get along well. Aren loves to ask questions and Solomon is happy to oblige (and flex his knowledge and experience). They were over the moon when Solomon took them in as an apprentice. Satan also enjoys their company and both can be seen reading together in the library.
Could not, for the life of them, get how the brothers manage to survive this long given how chaotic they are. Heck, they wonder how the house is still standing. Seeing the monthly finance reports make them blanch. But they've grown fond of the brothers (yes, even Lucifer). Belphegor, however, is on the top of their shit list and would take A LOT of time for them to tolerate each other without jumping at each other's throats.
Some rapid fire facts about them
is nonbinary
22 years old and 5ft (poor tiny thing, feel free to take their knees out)
vindictive as hell
likes giving headpats cuz they suck at words (especially when they need to comfort someone) and is quite physical with their affection
is more proficient in sigil magic than speechcraft (magic squiggles go brr)
loves to fly (practiced flying nearly everyday, with supervision of course)
exercises regularly, either with Beel, Mammon, or Asmo (or the 4 of them work out together)
enjoys swimming and likes to be in the ocean but needs supervision
has pacts with demons aside from the brothers (hopefully i can finish writing the fic soon oof)
I suppose that's all for now! Please feel free to ask about them (my inbox(?) is open)! Or do some of those ask games or smth.
Once I'm done drawing my demon OCs (who they have pacts with, and some of whom interact with the brothers and Diavolo on a regular basis (tho it's more work-related)) I'll post about them next.
#shrimpy rambling#shrimpy art#my art#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me mc#obey me oc#obey me original character
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Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yara ka Ep 6 Stray Thoughts
Last week, Sakae's ex showed up, and that manipulative twink lied twice in his attempt to slide back into Sakae's life. Sakae wasn't thrilled, but didn't feel like he could just not help Mizuki. The squad was not thrilled about this, and rallied quickly to cut down on misunderstanding. Mizuki interrupted sauna time in a fantastic moment, and Kazuyo told Soga he needed to get his head in the game. We left at Sakae and Soga making some things clear and having their first kiss in the park.
Oh right, Soga has plans to return to Tokyo, and hasn't told Sakae yet.
I loved that. Sakae is willing to let Soga work out whatever he needs to, but also made it clear that he's not willing to be put in perpetual stasis.
Interesting. Seems the show isn't done with Mizuki if the regulars are still thinking about him and worried about lingering problems from him.
Episode 6: It's a crisis, what now?
I love that Mizuki is still showing up in the sauna. Unfortunately, he made a good point about how one-sided the relationship looks on the outside. We know, however, that Soga is trying to be reciprocal here.
Very excited about this new customer plan.
There's a new employee from Tokyo, and he is RUDE!
OOF. Adult problems. Soga got Sakae all gassed up about this promotional video but got called in to work.
I get why Sakae was with Mizuki. This man's movements are so casually alluring.
A senpai cafe where they also wear high school uniforms. INCREDIBLE.
Oh ho! Mizuki helped. Now what?
You know, I was worried we weren't going to get a fitness gay scene this week.
I'm so invested in the Mizuki flashbacks. We learned that Sakae took over the restaurant from his mom, and struggled with replicating her dishes correctly right around the same time he met Mizuki, who offered to stick around and help.
New guy, you are fucking up my favorite adult relationship on air right now. Step outside. We ain't gonna jump you.
Poor Sakae was looking forward to this date. He put on his favorite hideous leopard print pants and everything.
Where is my spray bottle? This twink has gone too far!
Oh lord we have them competing for Sakae next week!
Last week I thought we were seeing the beginning of their relationship, but it does not appear to be so. Looks like we're going to have to sort the way Soga manages his work-life balance. It feels like the impending return to Tokyo is tied up with this project as well. I'm also genuinely enjoying the Mizuki role in the story and how he complicates matters. He wants to be with Sakae now, even as he openly admits that he leaves any time things get too serious.
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I seen this 3 weeks ago but I'm barely posting it because I forgot lol work got crazy
okay some immediate thoughts on The Menu (2022), I literally just got out of the theater so it's very fresh and jumbled in my mind. ⚠️some spoilers included⚠️
Definitely a slow start and requires paying attention to little details to really get a read on the individual characters but I really enjoyed that. It makes you uneasy throughout most of it
It could have used a little more gore/blood but honestly the kills that happened were so jarring and unexpected it made up for the lack of blood
my sister ( a person who went to culinary school), and I (a person who went to art school) both enjoyed the aesthetic of the movie very very much! especially the close ups of the individual courses and descriptions that went along with them. they were beautiful and an interesting way to break up scenes
the characters were all so well done in terms of making you not root for them lol. a group of stuck up, rich people who just right off the bat were people I knew I wouldn't like
that being said the casting was wonderful! everyone played their character so well!
Tyler was so annoying! He had hyperfixated vibes at first where it was very relatable that he was so obsessed with the restaurant and the chef and everything. But as the movie went on he treated Margot like shit for not being as interested even though he was fucking paying her!! like bro you just spent half of the beginning of this saying she was so cool and being cutesy with her and also oh yeah she's an escort so quit being a dick you had to pay her to be there!
I will say Tyler's death definitely hurt me in a weird way. Watching Slowik humiliate him in front of everyone and then say something so cruel that he goes to kill himself...oof.
Also Tyler knowing for 8 months about everything!!! fuck dude.
Lilian and Ted were so realistic in the way that food critics(or any high end critics)talk about the dishes put in front of them. They could never just enjoy something, they always had to find the negative, never could be pleased or satisfied because that doesn't make an interesting review
Margot standing up to Slowik and making him make her a cheeseburger because of his past was so beautiful. Her push back to him being both disrespectful and firm while also giving him back that memory of being a line cook at a burger place from his youth. Of reawakening that love of cooking in him for just a moment.
the overall theme of an artist losing their love for their craft not necessarily it being their fault but because of the community that surrounds that medium was very rough for me to watch as an artist. The art world(any form of art) is so full of classicism and the further you get, the more praise you receive, the more known you become, the harsher it is to you. Not for the sake of bettering you or the craft, no its often just a game of egos and money and fame. Slowik had started off a line cook with a love of what he was doing and then to please the community that surrounded him he changed, and the thing that he loved, that he cherished, it became a chore. a punishment.
Everyone had a reason to be there and I can't find any pity for them except maybe the workers in the kitchen.
the scene with the tortillas had me screaming!!! the exposure of the misdeeds was mwah!!!
Also the fact that no one really tried their hardest to get away was really interesting. they protested things happening to them, they screamed and yelled and tried to escape a few times but it never felt frantic, it never felt like they were desperate to live.
that ties into the way that they eventually accept their fate at the end. they know why they're all there and they know it's pointless to fight or scream about their status or offer money/fame/etc.
they also all in their own way had lost their way in life and the whole menu was designed to show them that as well as how they ruined Slowik's love of his art
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I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction
Episode 10
With Lene gone, Rae has to take over for all her duties, including brushing and styling Claire’s hair.
Oof, Rae can’t even appeal to her sweet tooth without it backfiring.
Wow, Claire’s so out of it, she can’t even keep up the act of hating Rae. I saw a little smile there. Truthfully, I think Rae has already helped her more than she realises during this difficult time period.
Well, she perked up quickly at the mention of her “sister”
Why’d she have to write it like a love letter?
Popular with the ladies as ever. All but one, that is.
Honestly Claire, I don’t know what you were expecting. Rae’s doing the same comedy routine since the day you met and after months she finally has a new audience.
Oh dear, Rae, you have no idea what you’ve just done gaining Manaria’s interest like that
I see a lot of girls in the cafeteria, and not a single one came her to eat.
Ah yes, the world’s only quad-caster (as far as anyone knows) and one of the few magic users more OP than Rae.
Manaria’s right, simply being a quad-caster is nothing to boast about on its own. Knowing how to make full use of your magic is a different story. For instance, Rae experimented with her magic to modify and even create new spells in ways that weren’t possible in game. Her tungsten carbide barrier is a perfect example.
Don’t worry, Rae. Manaria may have won over Ralaire, but you’ll always be her number 1 thanks to feeding her your cooking.
I saw a family tree on the author’s Twitter that explains the familial relationship between Claire and Manaria. If I’m not mistaken they are what you call second cousins.
So here’s finally the missing piece in Claire’s childhood flashbacks. Manaria was the one who helped her after her mother’s death.
Don’t worry, Claire, I think we all understand how you could make such a mistake.
Okay, seriously where did all the boys go?
Since Manaria is a character that appears in the game, Rae is all too familiar with her capabilities.
Manaria could spend time with any other girl in school, but the one she is currently interested in is the one who doesn’t want her around.
Oof, good thing Manaria didn’t hear her internal exposition in her head, or she’d have some explaining to do later.
Rae, you’re making it worse!
I’m with Rae. My neurodivergent ass can’t even process poetry so it has always been the bane of my existence, especially during my High School English classes.
Why are they so offended? Rae brushes off invitations from the Princes all the time.
I see Rod has finally returned from wherever all the boys disappeared to.
You can hype Rae up all you want, she’s not going to play with you!
Yeah, he might be a chess master, but in battle, Rod’s fairly predictable. He just uses his massive reserves of power to keep throwing his minions at his opponents until they run out of magic. In a war of attrition, he’d win every time.
From what I understand, anybody can use spell breaker on the same magic as their own attribute/s, but it’s almost impossible to analyse magic in the middle of a fight, so it’s not a practical spell for most magic users. Manaria is one of the few who can pull it off, making spell breaker a specialty of hers.
Really, Claire, you’re only just noticing Rae is in a bad mood. Maybe if you stopped fawning over Manaria every second of the day, you might have noticed how unusually quiet she has been.
Yeah, Rae being jealous is the most obvious, and predictable reaction in the world. You get no points for guessing it, Claire.
Claire still isn’t convinced of Rae’s feelings, and honestly, this is largely Rae’s fault. Yet, here Claire is offering Rae a chance to actually prove it and erase any lingering doubts.
Yu knows what’s up.
Oh no, now that Manaria has figured Rae out, now comes the next phase, the teasing.
There’s an excellent question, Rae.
All this time, you were trying to set up Claire with Thane. This was the plan, right? For Claire to find her own happiness. Is this not what you’ve been working towards this entire time?
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More Triple Frontier thoughts: Santi
I'll have a part for all of them and things I've noticed
So I rewatched TF on Wednesday and REALLY paid attention to it and I gotta say, I really got what y'all mean with Santiago being manipulative this time. I mean, I got it before to some degree (in LaL, we explore that a little bit) but know that I feel I have a deeper understanding of all the characters (Yes, including Tom, I'll have a part for him too.) I feel I see how exactly he played all of them.
He texts the idea to Frankie and the Millers and apparently none of them replied. Santi says he went to will first is interesting, and Will says he'll go if Tom does. Interesting.
But Tom, Tom's the one who decides if this is happening or not. It's possible that Benny could have gone without Tom's go, since he accepted the mission without asking any questions about who was going, but I don't know if Will would talk him down. Benny respects his brother a lot as a brother, team member and his coach.
We see initially in the locker room scene, Frankie tries to say no, Will is waiting on Tom's approval, Benny says yes.
Frankie says why he can't go. He has a baby and his lady doesn't like it. Santi immediately goes for Frankie's soft spot, his baby, saying the money they'll get will help with the baby. Frankie is a soft no.
But when Tom's in the room that changes. Noticed how as they approach the bleachers, the conversation is strictly between Tom and Santi. Frankie is the third wheel. Will, after talking to Ben, asks what the verdict is.
The decision to go or not depends on Tom.
Tom says yes, and you see Will dodge his eyes to the side a few times. They ask Frankie if he's in, he asks when they leave, Thursday, he sighs and agrees with no further convincing. In Frankie's analysis I'll go more into him and Tom.
I don't know if Santi knew how much weight Tom's voice had, if he did him talking to them away from Tom was an interesting choice, but in the end he knew Tom was the one he needed to convince. Tom and Will were the two he talked to separately.
When it came time that Santi admitted he lied, after all the drinks and he's trying to convince them to stay, he goes for the jugular on all of them.
Tom, he goes for his masculinity. Tom's character is the essence of toxic masculinity and we'll explore that more in his discussion, but he is a father and clearly does care for his daughters, and Santi points out he can't afford to send them to college. Oof.
He wasn't going to mention the baby thing again, because now he's got a new item in his armory. Coke and suspension. Now I'm not saying that him losing his license was more important than his daughter but it what it represents. 1. his ability to provide. What is Frnakie doing right now that he's not flying? Is he able to contribute to his family, to his daughter financially? That can really wound a man's pride. I do not mean that as a bad thing. But also, flying is where he's obviously in control. That will be explored in his part. Santi knows how much flying means to him. Now, the coke... did the others know? Because Santi didn't until the hallway. Could the others hear him, because he was muttering. They knew he was on coke I think bc santi wasn't surprised, but that the bust was drug related? I dont know. But it's a hell of thing to mention.
Benny was a two for one
In the retcon scene, we hear Benny mention a job stocking shelves at walmart. Was this in high school? after the army? Now? Most fighters do it part time, like trying to get a singing carrier off the ground.. was Benjamin Miller, a "one in a million talent" stocking shelves at walmart? Im not saying there anything wrong with that, I find a lot of pride myself working at olive garden, but is Benny humiliated? Either way, we know he's proud of his fighting, takes it very seriously, and Santi's words (an insinuating he lost) doesn't fair well for Ben. I think Santi insinuated he lost on purpose to get riled up.
And Will... What do we know about Will? Not much. But we know he has Benny, he loves Benny. Benny is his focus. Santi knows that William is not happy about Benny's fighting. Thats probably why he's his coach, doesn't trust anyone else to do it or to bandage him up after. Will doesn't have kids to look after, to protect... but he has Ben, and from what I see, Ben is his number one priority. Asking if he wants to see Ben get beat up all the time was manipulative because of course he does! He loves him!
I find it interesting with Will and Frankie he changed up his tactics to go with new information he got in the locker room/ hallway.
Now, all this to say
I DO NOT THINK SANTI IS GREEDY!
I think he's desperate!
I won't say the money wasn't a motivator but it's SO CLEAR his primary target was Lorea!
He was constantly reminding them "I want Lorea"
"I want one more sweep for Lorea"
Once Will was shot, it was Santi that said "we take a backpack and head to the jungle, ill cover the costs"
The cost didn't matter because Santi was getting out. He got Lorea and he was done. He could rest his legs and neck in PEACE.
So yeah, Santi is manipulative. Definitely. But he's not a greedy asshole.
And no. Frankie is not perfect. Let's talk about that next.
(I love them all minus Tom. I've watched this movie too many times. I adore them. They are my kids. But they are all flawed.)
#santiago garcia#triple frontier#benjamin miller#william miller#ben miller#will miller#francisco morales#Francisco morales#frankie morales#francisco catfish morales#william ironhead miller#triple frontier 2019
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🦊 Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊
Manager Being s Foreign Exchange Student
Inarizaki x foreign manager (English as a 1st language)
Warnings: Swearing
AN: This is an Anon request! Update: my neck is slowly healing but I'm managing to write 1/2 headcannons a day! I'm thankfully about a week ahead so I'm hoping this gives me enough time to heal and keep ahead!
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Ok I just imagine being a foreign exchange student would be scary enough
But like being a foreign exchange student, managing the boys volleyball team AND attending Inarizaki 👀
Oof 😬
First off, Aran and Kita are so accepting
Aran definitely questions why you came to Inarizaki of all places 😅
Kita is totally one of those people that the school places new students with
Like he can walk backwards and direct attention to things without even a second thought 🙌🏻
I forgot to mention that this is your third year, which thank god 🙏🏻
Imagine if Atsumu had gotten ahold of you first 😅
Anyways, Kita begins to show you the lay of the land
Basic customs and etiquette that is practiced daily in school and in Japan
It's all very interesting!
Where you come from is very different from your new surroundings and a bit intimidating honestly
Kita will introduce you to Michinari and Omimi next
He's slowly integrating you yn 😊
Michinari is super interested in comparing cultural differences
Please he watches public television daily and his favorite shows are the travel shows ✋️
Omimi is more interested in you personally
Your likes? Dislikes? How you ended up here?
It's honestly a great introduction to high-school in a different country
Unfortunately for you YN, you can't have nice things 🙃
Now you are pretty fluent in Japanese but let's just say English is your first language
You have a basic knowledge and understanding down but it's different in practice
So when the final dismissal happens, you manage to somehow get lost
You misread a sign and ended up in a remote part of the school
A part of the school that just so happens to be home to the sports team rooms
You stop when you see a sign and grab your phone to help you translate
"What are you doing?"- Osamu, eating food and staring at you 😐🍙
"Umm I think im lost?"- you 😬
"Hey aren't you that new foreign exchange student?"- Ginjima says behind Osamu
"Yes I'm YN"- you, extending your hand to shake
They both look from your hand to you
"Oh Im sorry, I'm still getting use to the proper customs"- you
"Hey dumb- well well well who do we have here?"- Atsumu 😏
"Kita's gonna be mad if we don't get practice"- Suna just staring at his phone and walking past, completely oblivious
"Wait you know Kita?"- you
Atsumu will narrow his eyes at you 😑
You could be all of 5'0" tall and this man will still try to assert dominance 🙄
"What do you want with our captain?"- Atsumu
Osamu will roll his eyes and push Atsumu aside
"Kita has been helping me out. I'm just not sure where to go from here"- you, your eyes now welling with tears 🥺
"HEY" - Kita shouts as he and the other third years run to your side
"You guys better not have been bothering YN!"- Aran
"Atsumu was"- Suna
"I WAS NOT! TELL THEM YN!"- Atsumu
You don't speak
Osamu takes this as a verbal que to smack Atsumu 😅
"YN is from a different country you guys, make her feel welcome!"- Michinari
"That's so cool YN! You should be our Manager"- Ginjima, literally not even caring anymore
Mans wants a manager
He prayed 🙏🏻 for one
He's literally that desperate
"Ahhh I uhhh I'm not sure I'd be a good manager"- You 😅
"Nonsense! You'll do fine!"- Ginjima is literally dragging you to the gym
Ok guess you have no choice YN 🤣
Kita doesn't say anything because like he wants a manager too
And like you're cute soooo 👀
Anyways, that's how you become the manager
You soon find yourself being very immersed in everything
Eating meals with the team to pregame exchanges are all a learning experience
And you make your fair share of mistakes 😐
It happens YN, we all make mistakes
But unfortunately Atsumu is on your team and like you know 🙄
"Geez YN, you've been here for what? 2 months? Haven't you learned anything?"- Atsumu
He's an actual menace to society
#bullyatsumu2022
Osamu smacks him ✋️
Kita simply 🎆pretends🎆 he doesn't see it
He can watch the recording on Suna's Instagram story later 🤣
Eventually, you start getting the hang of traditions, customs, and etiquette
Also you learn the quirks of the team
Like how strick Kita is with his cleaning
How to motivate Suna
How to reassure Aran and Ginjima
How truly annoying Atsumu is 😅
Your true test comes in the form of nationals
You managed to survive the holiday season in Japan with the help of Kita
Seriously he literally made sure you had the whole experience
When it came to Nationals however, you were unprepared
Sure you had seen big sporting events but this...
This was a whole other level!
Seriously there is 104 teams 😅
To say it's chaotic would be an understatement 😅
Luckily for you, Aran and Michinari are there to hold your hand
Seriously it's like walking in a forest YN hold on!
You take to your tasks much as you normally do
That is until you see an orange haired child starting at you 👁👄👁
You jump a little because Hinata can be all "children if the corn" when he wants to be
"Hey you aren't from here are you? Are you lost?"- Hinata
You just look around, finally pointing at yourself
"No im the manager for Inarizaki"- you
"Oh nice! I'm Hinata and I'm a middle blocker for Karasuno. Are you sure you're from around here?"
"Well I'm actually a foreign exchange student but I'm managing Inarizaki for the year! Oh and my name is YN"
Hinata is blown alway that you are from a different country
Lile he will literally pop a squat next to you and just talk
It's actually really sweet
Until it's ruined 🙄😒
"You're that little ginger who jumps around Tobio all the time"- Atsumu says coming up behind Hinata
"What do you want with YN?"- Suna
You 👉🏻😐🙄
Hinata 👉🏻 I uhhh 👁👄👁
"He was just talking with me! He's been really sweet"- you
Apparently those are triggering words for our boys YN
"Youve never called me sweet before YN"- Atsumu
"That's because you're not"- you 😐
Ouch 🤣
"Good one YN"- Osamu coming up besides you
Poor Hinata is now crowded by Inarizaki members 😅
"Just for the record YN, I never liked you"- Atsumu
"I like you YN"- Hinata 🥺
"HEY BACK OFF OUR MANAGER"- Atsumu
Seriously you get whiplash from this man 😐
"Lets go YN"- Suna, grabbing your hand and pulling you away
Honestly he's saving you 😅
I'd say you've handled your transition to a foreign country well YN 😍
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyu!#haikyu#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader#haikyu x you#haikyu x y/n#haikyu! x reader#haikyu headcanons#inarizaki headcanons#inarizaki x reader#inarizaki x y/n#inarizaki manager#inarizaki#inarizaki x manager#inarizaki x you#miya atsumu#miya osamu#suna rinatro#kita shinsuke#aran ojiro#ren omimi#akagi michinari#ginjima hitoshi#inarizaki x gender neutral reader#haikyu x gender neutral reader
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Yass, time for adult!Percy!
I was wondering about life past the current Riordanverse and I really like the idea of gathering different possible jobs for Percy, for fics and for fun.
So here’s a few:
1. Teacher/Counselor
First of all, what kind of teacher? Is he an elementary teacher? Does he teach AP classes in high school? Which subjects? Public school or private school (let’s not forget, Percy spent a good chunk in his life in private schools as the token poor negro kid and was surrounded by awful arrogant rich kids like Nancy and Matt)? Montessori school?? And most importantly: no, I absolutely do not see it.
Percy’s ofc very compassionate and aware of surroundings, so he’d be on high alert with his students but with the current and former state in schools I don’t think he’s willing to get traumatized each and every single day at school.
2. Marine Biologist
Call me basic but since it’s essentially canon, Imma stick beside him (tbh I can’t remember anything past PJO lol). But marine biology is such an interesting and diverse field?? Like c’mon now!
Yes, it’s a lot more chemistry and math and physics than one might think but the possibilities? And the benefits with his powers? Let Percy get a minor in psychology and study animal behavior by actually interviewing them, IT’S A GENIUS MOVE IF YOU GET THE VISION!
3. Marketing Manager
Hehe. My field of study. Am I biased? Of course I am! Was this part of my fic Oh. It’s Them Again? Yessss, mama!
Again. Such an interesting field with many possibilities! And he’d get more than just a good check in NYC if he switches positions enough! Like… is Percy a digital marketing manager? How much does he hate Google, Meta, Amazon and co.? Is he working in strengthening brand awareness and if so, how? Is he forced to work in newsletter/email marketing? Is he a sales machine and constantly on the road? Or is he a key account manager and simply focuses on a handful of important clients?
Is he, as a disgruntled millennial, forced to work with spoiled gen z influencers he hates and has to figure out the TikTok algorithm like a grandpa on the sofa whilst unhelpful Annabeth is laughing at him (shut up Annabeth, we all know you use IG reels and occasionally YT shorts at best!!)? Does he accidentally go viral and HATES everyone calling him daddy in the comments??
Oh, the possibilities.
4. Firefighter/Paramedic
Hell yes. I saw someone else posting about this ages ago (if you can remember, feel free to @!). But this is so interesting. If you want to somewhat stick to canon and let Percy use his powers, this could be an option.
I see it, helping and saving people that way could be an option. Still, also more on the traumatizing side but I actually think this is more interesting than a teacher. And oh, the possibilities in stories are endless! Saving people and pets from burning houses. Coordinating shifts in the station, being a first responder… oof.
That said…
5. Doctor
Oof, I should really work on The Wedding Dance in the future even tho it’s hella minor plot point…
Hospital doc? Owning his own practice doc? Doing 1 first and 2 next? What type of doctor is he? Simply an internist? A gastroenterologist? Pediatrician (could be traumatizing)? A surgeon to let out his god complex? Okay, let’s note down surgeon for Annabeth… a neurologist? Endless opportunities. Where’s the PJO x Grey’s Anatomy fic we all need??
6. Hotelier
Whilst the service industry is incredibly fucked (pre- as well as post-Pandemic), this is also interesting. Let Percy and Sally own a bed and breakfast. What does it look like? How many rooms are there? How much do they hate booking.com and AirBnB for taking a good chunk of commission?
Where’s the hotel located? In Montauk? In Manhattan? In Greece?? What are the roles? Does Sally do the cooking and house keeping whilst Percy does repairs and is the receptionist/clerk?
Who are the guests?? You decide!
7. Chef/Baker
Ahhh… Chef!Percy my beloved, you will always be welcomed. So. Much. Stuff. To. Think. About. And yes, this will actually be relevant for one of my fics, IFYKY. Head chef, deputy chef, junior chef… did Percy go the Institute of Culinary Education? Did he go to Italy or France for a few years to hone his craft? Or did he purposefully say f Europe, let’s head somewhere else? What is his specialty? How much sleep does he get per week?
Also I’m never letting go of Baker!Percy and Sally who own their sweet cupcake shop and sell all kinds of sugary shit!
8. Stay at Home Dad
My fave trope, don’t get it twisted! While I think Annabeth and Percy realistically have one kid max plus two or three pets, I love the idea of Career and Business Woman!Annabeth and SAHD Percy who’s trying to make her life as easy as possible whilst tending the baby, trying to clothe the toddler and reminding their elementary school aged kid to pack their lunch.
A chaotic, yet amazing and rewarding life (which is still stressful! Just a different kind of stressful!)
Sooooo…
What do you think? Agreements, disagreements? Anyone who’s interested/in school for/already working in any of these fields? Do you think it’s unrealistic? Is it realistic?
Mayhaps, I’ll think about other demigods and what they can do in the future 🧐🫡
#pjo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percabeth#percy jackson and the olympians#sally jackson#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo au#adulthood
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Mixing Slushies (Stu Macher x Reader)
oof I've been craving to write a solo for this boy for a WHILE so I hope you enjoy!! I feel like this story has a slightly different tone from what I usually write so please let me know if you liked it.
Stu Macher x AMAB!Reader (he/they)
Summary: He'd seen you crying in your bathroom over your parents fighting, seen you high and so out of your mind you had struggled to even talk, and knew you got slushies in both red and blue flavors but always poured red first and you never stirred it up. You let yourself hug him back, trying to avoid smudging the eyeliner you wore all over his shirt. WARNING: 18+, rude language, period-typical homophobia, recreational drug/alcohol use, discussion of murder, knifeplay, fearplay, mild choking
Living in Woodsboro had come with certain... challenges. Your dad being on the police force had been one of those challenges, since being the chief's son and openly gender non-conforming came with a special kind of bullying. Kids your own age and adults your father worked with seemed to almost take turns giving impolite-but-polite comments about how you dressed or just straight up insults on your general person. It was all just a part of growing up for you, something you believed you'd be doomed to accept if you didn't conform.
Your father was certainly of no help, whining to your mother constantly how he didn't want a "sissy" for a son and only shouting at you when you tried to argue with him. So, you resigned yourself to being bullied, believing that to be your fate till you could blow this fucking town. Get out and never look back.
Until you met Stu Macher.
The two of you met properly when you were both freshmen in high school, but you'd known him since your father transferred to Woodsboro the previous year. Though he'd never really caught your attention then. Too-tall and gangly, the class clown sort of guy. You'd only had one class together in eighth grade so it wasn't like you had to deal with him often. You didn't hate him, he just didn't stand out. He'd notice your outfits though and the friends he hung out with at the time would point and laugh, even if he just smiled at you.
Thankfully, by the time high school rolled around, kids generally had better things to do than give a shit if you wore a skirt or eyeliner to school. Besides, it was fun, fuck all of them. First week went by easy but on the second week, some of the seniors were giving you shit, trying to pull on your hair and trip you up. It was quick to stop after Stu Macher punched one so hard he broke his nose. You still fondly remember the sickening crunch, the waterfall of blood, and the bright smile Stu had given you. Like he'd been holding that in for months.
No one ever really bothered you after that. But Stu still did.
He'd always be trailing after you, asking about your new skateboard or trying to steal your headphones to see what music you were listening to on your Walkman. At first it was annoying but you slowly began opening up to him, especially after he'd defended you. Only reason he didn't have detention was because the guys he hit didn't want to be humiliated by losing to a freshman half their size.
So you two started to hang out as friends. You'd drag Stu to some abandoned train tracks and teach him to skateboard or he'd take you to his house to watch movies. Horror movies quickly became your favorite, the two of you spent hours gushing over how the movies were filmed, the stories, everything. Even rewatching movies you'd seen was fun with Stu. He had an interest in becoming a director so he would always try to explain how the scenes were shot but you'd both become overexcited at the blood and gore.
It was common knowledge to most in your neighborhood that your parents fought. They'd have screaming matches well into the night and the cops had even been called to investigate 'domestic disturbances' that your neighbors phoned in. Whenever the screaming started now, you'd just sneak out your window and head to the Macher farmhouse or sneak the lanky boy in through your window.
He never judged you when you sobbed when the fights turned aggressive, shouts and the shattering of plates making their way under your locked bedroom door as they fought. He'd lay against your headboard with you in between his legs against his chest and let you listen to music, tracing idle patterns on his arm as you zoned out. By the time red and blue lights flashed outside, you'd both be asleep.
You remembered one night in particular, the last fight your parents had before the divorce, how he'd come crawling in your window after the shouting had died down and your dad had left for a bar and mom was sobbing in her room. How Stu had lay beside you in you bed for hours, the two of you pressed together on the twin mattress. You'd buried your face in his chest and he rubbed circles in your back, only pausing in his motions when your sobs shook your whole body. He'd whispered reassurances to you, promises that he'd kill them if he could to spare you the pain, and soft little jokes to try and get you to laugh.
You hadn't, but his efforts were appreciated.
You spent most of that school year with the Macher family. Mrs Macher adored you and was relieved her son had a friend like you. You helped out around the house way more than any of her actual kids and she understood what it was like to deal with divorced parents. She and Stu's biological dad had gotten divorced not long after he was born but her new husband was so much better for them. She hoped you'd find the same comforts if your parents remarried.
You didn't tell her how Stu still called his dad some nights. How he'd drag you to pay phones after school to call him all the way in Europe. He missed him, just didn't know how to cope with that. The dial tone you were met with broke his heart a little more every time and you'd take him to get slushies afterwards to cheer him up.
Taking Stu into town to raid convenience stores had been the most fun you'd ever had. He always got blue and you'd get red and blue, scolding him whenever he tried to mix your drink to see if it'd make purple. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him and he'd drink his own mixed up slushies with you on the side of the road. The summers were warm and it was easy for you two to stay out late, eating low-quality food and bathing in the LED lights outside wearing t-shirts and shorts, and holding hands as you ventured down the dark, empty Woodsboro streets together.
"I never want to go home," you'd told him one night while you sat on the curb outside the little store. "I just want to stay here with you forever."
He'd given you the softest look imaginable, half his face illuminated by the harsh blue lights leaking through the huge windows of the store behind you. "Yeah?" He'd had a particularly soft look in his eye when he spoke, voice all quiet.
You'd nodded, taking a loud slurp of your drink. "Everything's better with you around." You'd said it so plainly, brushing off the feeling of your own heart pounding at the admission.
He'd looked away, cheeks tinted pink, and you'd punched his arm gently for it and smiled when he laughed. The two of you sat drinking slushies alone together on the street. You'd only looked back over when Stu looked over his shoulder. When you followed his gaze, you raised an eyebrow. Why the hell was he staring at the cashier?
You got your answer when he quickly leaned over to kiss your cheek, a chaste thing that had your face heating up so fast that even holding your chilled hand to your face afterwards did nothing to cool you down. "You bastard!" You'd laughed, kicking at him while he stood up, giggling.
"You like me, you like me!" He taunted and you chased after him, the two of you laughing against the darkness, worn shoes hitting hard on the pavement.
It was that summer between freshman and sophomore year when you realized you were in love with him.
It had been an average summer day, lounging in Stu's room in a t-shirt and boxers. He'd gone out to grab snacks for you two and should've been back about half an hour ago. When he finally came home with a black eye, bloody nose, and bloody knuckles, he'd barely sat still long enough for you to bandage him. He wouldn't give you a straight answer about what happened to him or tell you what happened to the other guy.
But it was at that moment you'd wanted to kiss him and you felt so sick after the fact you couldn't even eat dinner, no matter how much Stu's mom pressed you to.
You did your best to keep Stu from finding out. Hanging out with him was still normal enough but it always left you with butterflies in your stomach.
It felt horrible. It felt like lying to him.
By the time sophomore year was in full swing though, Stu was all over Billy Loomis suddenly, leaving you alone most of the time. Which was fine, you told yourself. It was fine. So you made acquaintance with the skater kids, spent time smoking weed, and did whatever possible to avoid spending time at home, your's or Stu's. You ate alone outside the cafeteria and still wore skirts and eyeliner. You convinced yourself you didn't give a shit about Stu Macher. It was fine.
It wasn't.
The last time you saw him was when your mom was loading up her belongings into a small moving truck. The long, drawn-out custody battle had belongings split up appropriately, your dad being left the house while mom got the truck. So she wanted to move to pursue her dreams of becoming a famous Hollywood actress. You'd been helping load up boxes into the truck when you saw Stu watching you from across the street.
Once you'd set the box in the truck, you made your way over to him, frowning at the wistful look on his face. "So you're really going?" He hadn't looked at you as he spoke, just staring longingly at your empty bedroom window.
You crossed your arms over you chest, the fleece jacket you wore suddenly feeling too hot. "Guess so. Mom's found this shitty little apartment in Hollywood she wants to move to. Dad didn't want custody of me so... I'm going with her. Order of the state, I guess." Soft green eyes fell on you, unshed tears lingering.
You looked away from him when he spoke up. "I'm gonna miss you, y'know? Wish you could stay..."
You remember that you both had cried a little but you don't remember who had moved in to the kiss first. What you do know is you definitely kissed Stu Macher outside your shitty house in a shitty, bitterly cold November winter. And for the first time since you'd moved to Woodsboro, you didn't want to leave.
At first, you were incredibly supportive of your mother's dreams, a little happy to be away from your dad in Woodsboro and painful memories of the divorce, the bullying, and your unrequited-maybe-requited love for Stu Macher. Sure, you missed him like hell and it was annoying to change schools halfway through a semester, but the kids at your new school paid you little to no attention. Even when you'd let your hair grow down to your shoulders and cut yourself bangs with safety scissors in the school bathroom with some girls' help. You started selling weed and whatever stuff you could get your hands on to the older kids for cash and you were content for awhile.
You let yourself admire pretty boys in LA and made superficial friends with kids a grade above you that you didn't give a shit about but were fun to pass time with. One of the junior girls, Becky, had even taken you to their prom so you could all hang out. The rest of sophomore year and your entire junior year was mostly uneventful for you, thank god. Your older friends skipped their senior prom and took you out to McDonalds with the sole intent to get high later.
You were happy. As happy as you could be, anyways.
Until your mother stopped coming home. Always off to some rehearsal that was never always a real rehearsal and sometimes just her going off to get shitfaced with friends she'd made. Like mother, like son, perhaps. You rarely had food in the house anymore so you had to get a part time job in order to feed yourself. Most days, dinner was whatever you could steal from the cafeteria at school.
Things got harder when you both got evicted. Mom hadn't been paying rent. So you packed up your things and called your dad.
He had been... hesitant to let you move back home. After all, you only had one more year of school. But with your eighteenth birthday coming up, your dad agreed to let you stay with him for the last year of schooling. Your mothers drinking and drug habits eventually cost her custody of you. Most of the summer was spent packing your room and driving with your dad back upstate when he came to collect you.
If you closed your eyes, you can still hear her haunting wails as she begged you to stay with her.
Moving back to Woodsboro was... well, easy honestly. You settled back into your old room and had a chance to redecorate. Of course, dad tried to set harder limits with you but when you agreed to just pay part of the rent like you were a tenant, he relaxed a little. He didn't have to parent you, he could just be your landlord instead. It was an acceptable arrangement. You got a part time job at a records store nearby that summer, you turned eighteen, and you were surviving. Even if you had to buy your own food, that wasn't new for you. Thanks mom, you had groaned internally to yourself as you ate at Burger King more nights than not.
Senior year was going to be stressful, you knew that. A part of you had kind of assumed Stu wouldn't even remember you, that he'd likely gotten a girlfriend, joined some sports team, or had just plain moved on with his life. You two hadn't even kept up over the past few years, despite the fact you could have called to him or written to him.
You just... didn't.
You'd spend hours staring at the phone trying to will yourself to call him but it was too hard. It would be painful to listen to him gush about a girlfriend at school or talk about how successful he was compared to yourself. Though in hindsight, had you known you'd be coming back after a year and a half, maybe you would have just done it anyways.
Regardless, you showed up to senior year skating. You'd always loved skateboarding and had kept up the hobby while in Hollywood. Plus it made moving around faster. Your hair was still messy and intentionally unkempt, you had an oversized graphic t-shirts, and a worn flannel tied around your waist. The ripped jeans and dingy shoes you wore were the icing on the cake. You bailed off the board when you got close to the steps, carrying it under one arm as you made your way up to the front doors, ignoring the looks the freshmen kids gave you. The staring wasn't exactly new to you.
What was new was how fucking tall Stu Macher had gotten.
Seeing him leaning against a locker chatting with some girl made your stomach feel weird and tight. You'd recognize Casey Becker anywhere and suddenly found yourself wishing you could set her head on fire with your mind. You may have liked Stu when you were fifteen, but surely things were different now, you told yourself. Still... that didn't mean you had to like how goo-goo eyed he got while talking to her. So you looked away. You didn't see how he lit up when he saw you nor how he trailed off talking to Casey fucking Becker because he saw you. You just pressed onwards through the bustling hallways, headphones tight around your head and your eyes on the floor.
Until Stu lifted you up in his arms and spun you around.
"Fuck!" You screamed in shock, headphones falling off your head as he hugged you.
"You're back, you're really back! I heard you were back in town but I thought Randy was bullshitting me!" He was smiling at you with that bright look he always had when he was excited. "Hollywood not work out, superstar?" His snickering made you roll your eyes, mostly out of fondness. Same old annoying ass boy...
"More like mom crashed and burnt. I'm only back so I don't have to live on the streets," you shrugged but Stu's hands didn't leave their spot on your shoulders. "Didn't, uh... didn't think you'd miss me so much."
"Didn't miss you!?" He stared at you like you'd grown two heads. "Dude, I was fucking crushed when you left!" You bit your lip nervously and avoided his gaze. Neither of you were going to talk about the kiss, you knew that much. At least not in public. "I missed you more than anything. Missed you every fucking day." His soft tone had you staring up at him with wide, shocked eyes. He pulled you in for another hug and you immediately deflated, dropping the hard act you always put on for everyone else and wrapping your arms around him.
Stu wasn't like everyone else. He never had been.
He'd seen you crying in your bathroom over your parents fighting, seen you high and so out of your mind you had struggled to even talk, and knew you got slushies in both red and blue flavors but always poured red first and you never stirred it up. You let yourself hug him back, trying to avoid smudging the eyeliner you wore all over his shirt.
"I missed you too..." You mumbled, slowly becoming aware of the feeling of eyes on you. When you pulled back though, it wasn't the students lingering by their lockers or walking past you that were staring. It was Stu's friends, giving confused looks at you and each other. You recognized Billy Loomis and Randy Meeks at least but the two girls that followed them took you a minute to recognize. "They, uh, are they all your friends?" You gestured over his shoulder to where they were, which got Stu to turn and look when they approached you two.
"Oh! Hey guys, when'd you get here?" He grinned at you and you raised an eyebrow.
"Just arrived," Billy smirked and looked between you and Stu. "Tatum was looking for ya, actually." The ginger girl crossed her arms over her chest and was giving you a suspicious look.
"I thought you hated Tatum Riley." You mumbled to Stu's back as he led introduced you to the group: Billy Loomis, Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, and Randy Meeks. The latter couldn't seem to help his staring at you in particular.
"Nice, uh, style?" Randy tilted his head curiously at you. "What's the shirt for?" You glanced down at yourself and the shirt you had on. A sharpened candy cane with blood dripping down from it.
Smirking at Randy, you tugged the fabric of your shirt down a bit to let him see better. "It's for Black Christmas. A horror movie about a killer at Christmas who kills a whole sorority of girls."
Stu leaned up against the wall of behind you, peering over your shoulder. "That was always your favorite. We watched that at least, like, a million times." You shrugged lightly at his teasing with a soft smile. Of course he remembered, you made him watch that movie with you at least a dozen times in December alone.
Randy crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug all of a sudden. "Well, did you know that Black Christmas-"
"-was the inspiration for Halloween? Was filmed in Canada but the lead actress was British? Had so many people playing the killer that the director had no idea who did the iconic body-shot?" You cut him off, smirking at the clear surprise on his face. "Yeah, I'm not just pretty." Stu cackled at Randy's blush, obviously trying to hide how impressed he was.
"Ugh, not another boy obsessed with horror movies," Tatum rolled her eyes, nudging Sydney with her hip. "You and Randy will be like peas in a pod if you know trivia like that."
Something flashed over Stu's face briefly when she said that. "Well, sucks for Randy, I got dibs years ago." He said, straightening up.
As the group began chatting, you looked over at Billy Loomis, who had stayed particularly quiet the entire time, and were surprised to find him staring back at you. You raised an eyebrow and he tilted his head with a slight smile. It didn't strike you as strange immediately but you got the feeling Billy was sizing you up somehow. You didn't particularly care one way or another about the guy. He was friends with Stu, sure, but thats where it began and ended with you.
Not to mention you were still a bit jealous and bitter Stu had picked him over you all sophomore year up until you'd moved away.
But you got the impression Stu would be dragging you to group outings more. Maybe it would be better to get along with the rest of his friends.
The sound of rocks at your window was almost nostalgic, you thought, as you made your way to your window and slid it open. Stu was standing down in your front yard, his car parked in the driveway. Your dad had been called out for a night shift so you had been alone at home doing homework. The sticky September heat was getting to your head and you felt agitated and tired.
Seeing Stu boosted your mood a bit. "What brings you here, stranger?" You teased, crossing your arms on the windowsill as you leant against it.
The taller boy grinned up at you. "Wanna get out of here? Like old times?"
You scoffed. "Old times? Like, a year and a half ago?"
"Is that a no?" Stu pouted dramatically and you rolled your eyes fondly.
"Gimme a sec to change." You shut your window and blinds and started rooting around your room. A plain white tank top and high waisted jeans would be cute, you hummed to yourself. But it was too warm for pants, so you settled on a navy blue knee-length skirt you had in your closet. You usually went for darker colors when dressing but Stu wouldn't care how you looked one way or another. As if he knew a thing about fashion, you snorted to yourself as you recalled how he'd go days wearing the same pair of jeans.
Running a brush through your hair, you huffed at yourself. You could do your eyeshadow but with how dark it was, it wouldn't really be worth it. Instead, you put in your various piercings and made your way downstairs. Grabbing your wallet and keys, you made sure to lock the door behind you. Stu stood dressed in his classic jeans and a blue t-shirt, looking you up and down teasingly.
"Some things never change though, huh?" He gestured to your style and smiled wider when you flipped him off.
"You're still a jackass, so maybe you're right, yeah." You shot back, Stu laughing at your snark and watched with amusement as you took shotgun next to him. "Do you still have shitty taste in music?"
Stu balked at your tone as you started checking the radio stations. "I've never had shitty taste! Maybe if you had stayed, it could be to your standards." You knew he was joking but you still picked absently at a loose thread on your skirt, resting your feet up on the dashboard.
"I'm... you know I'm sorry about that, right?" Your voice was quiet as Stu started up the car. "I didn't get a say in the matter, dad didn't fucking want me."
Stu was quiet for a moment before reaching over the center console to squeeze your hand. Neither of you said anything but you let your fingers lace together in your lap and you blushed. Feelings for your friend hadn't really faded, just got put on a back-burner. It was... difficult to tell if Stu felt the same. On one hand, you suspected he was dating Casey Becker but on the other hand he was way too touchy with you to be completely disinterested.
The drive to the 7-11 was mostly silent except for the soft, tinny music leaking from the car's speakers. Some song by Nirvana, you recognized, but it was too quiet to make out the lyrics. Stu squeezed your hand as he pulled into the parking lot and the two of you stepped out.
The bright fluorescent lights felt more like home than your actual house.
"So, what trouble have you gotten into while I was gone?" You teased Stu as you followed him down the chips aisle. "Nothing I'd miss, surely?" It was mostly a jest but a part of you was a little worried he had more fun with you gone.
Stu just laughed, grabbing a few small chip bags and tossing your favorite flavor to catch. "Nah, nothing's as fun as causing trouble with you," he gave you a playful wink and you lightly kicked at his ankle. "Though... I guess something weird happened when you left."
"Oh?" You tilted your head curiously and followed him to the desserts aisle, grabbing Hostess sweets and a cup of mini Oreos. "What happened?"
Stu rubbed the back of his neck, glaring down at a Twinkie in thought. "Well, uh, Sydney's mom got murdered."
Your head snapped around to stare at him, horrified. "...weird isn't the word I'd use to describe that Stu! Christ, what happened?" You pestered him, poking him with a Twinkie.
"No one knows," the taller man shrugged, "got killed by one of her many, many hookups. Police didn't give too many details." You whistled, shaking your head in disbelief. You'd heard of Sydney's moms... history. You didn't really care that much, it wasn't like it was your business. "Killer's been sent to death though! Injection, according to the news." Stu continued as he followed you towards the slushie machine.
"Sounds... really fucking horrible, god," you said almost breathlessly. "Is Syd okay?" You were never very close to Sydney Prescott or her parents but you still felt a pit in your stomach hearing about the horrors she'd experienced only a year ago.
Stu nodded. "Yeah, she and Billy have actually been dating for a few years now! Got together after winter break in sophomore year actually, she's pretty nice." He handed you a slushie, made exactly how you liked it. You gave him a slight smile and followed him to cash out, absentmindedly sipping on the drink and staring out the glass doors.
Once you both were back in Stu's car, he started driving. The cool night lit up by the city lights was pretty. You admired the way the lights got smaller as Stu took you both up a bit into the mountains. "Where are we going?"
"There's a pretty sick spot just up here. Gives you a good view of the town, I think you're gonna love it." He gave you a mischievous look and turned up the music. The soft indie music washed over you for the short drive up the mountainside until you reached a clearing. Tall grasses enveloped a few picnic benches that sat not far from where you parked but Stu didn't move towards them.
The car had AC anyways so the two of you caught up in relative peace while you ate. You told him about your weed habits, going to junior prom in sophmore year, and your inebriated mother that was probably still trying to drink her way into a job. He told you about his relationship with Casey Becker and how she'd dumped him not long before school started to date Steven Orth.
"Steven Orth?!" You gawked, disgusted. "He's, like, a total fucking douchebag!"
"I know!" Stu lamented, burying his face in his hands. "Honestly, all the football players are asshats, you have no idea!"
As was tradition, the two of you had been debating about A Nightmare on Elm Street when you'd felt the energy shift. You'd been in the middle of explaining how the police should have known Rod Lane couldn't have killed Tina Gray because he was absolutely spotless while the rest of the room was a bloodbath when you noticed Stu's looking you over. Closely.
"Do you ever think about it?" He interrupted you quietly.
"Think about... what?" You asked innocently, tilting your head. You both were sitting awkwardly in the backseat, cross-legged and facing each other. Stu lay his head a bit on the headrest of his seat as he stared at you, blinking slowly.
"You know what." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
You did. But you wanted to hear him say it. "Nightmare on Elm Street? I mean, not usually, it's nowhere near my favorite-"
Stu smirked and nudged you lightly with his knee. "Not the movie, dumbass. I mean... the day you left."
You gave him a quick glare. "Say it."
Stu frowned, chewing on his bottom lip. "When we kissed." His voice was barely a whisper.
You folded your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you both avoided looking at each other. "Yeah, sometimes." You felt his eyes on you when you spoke. "Thought about it the entire drive to Hollywood too."
"Do you want to..." Stu trailed off and you gave him a look. "Do you want to do it again?" He was suddenly fascinated by your shoes, staring intensely to avoid looking at you.
The silence felt deafening as you weighed the pros and cons in your mind, of which there were only a few cons you could think of at the moment.
Quietly, you pushed his back up against the seat so he was now facing the front of the car and you straddled his lap, blushing when his hands instinctively moved to hold your hips. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates when you leant in to kiss him, effectively answering his question.
Pulling back and pressing your foreheads together, you were both effectively out of breath and you could feel you both were half hard. The two of you had been making out for the better part of half an hour and you felt your blood singing. Stu had one hand under your skirt, toying with the hem of your underwear, and another hand gripping your hips to help maintain a slow grind with you. Your hands were tight on his shoulders and your head felt heavy. "How," you panted softly, "far are we taking this?"
Stu pressed his forehead to your chest, grinning wildly. "As far as you want, honestly." He huffed before gazing up at you with bright eyes. "Would love to fuck you though." You felt your face heat up and you whined in response, rocking harshly against Stu. "Yeah?" He teased you, running his hands up your left leg and caressing your inner thigh. "You want that?"
"You're a bitch," you whined, tilting your head back. Stu took the opening to kiss your neck, biting down gently. You tightened your legs around his waist and tried to avoid hitting the horn on the steering wheel. He lifted your skirt more to give himself easier access to you, his hands reaching down to cup your ass.
"I'm your bitch," he countered with a giggle. You kissed him, biting on his lower lip to try and gain entry to his mouth. Pressing your tongues together was sultry, made your cock throb with need. When you scraped your nails down Stu's arms, he groaned into your mouth. "Oh god, fuck," he gasped as he pulled away, thrusting his hips up involuntarily as little pink lines popped up on his skin. "Fuck, please say I can fuck you babe, please."
You hummed, nodding enthusiastically. "Okay," you whispered to him, burying your face in his neck. "Just- Just be gentle, okay?" You didn't want to tell Stu you hadn't had sex before, but you hoped he could just tell. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the backseat. You kissed him again, tugging on his shirt as well. "Off." You said defiantly and he relented, letting you pull off his shirt.
"So bossy," he teased and kissed you again. "Missed you more than anything." Stu ran his hands up your flanks, hiking your skirt up.
The laugh bubbled in your throat, threatening to escape. "You jus' saying that 'cause you're gonna get laid?" You teased.
Stu pressed kisses to your throat with a thoughtful hum. "Obviously," he smiled, sarcasm oozing from his voice, "been waitin' to do this since we were, fuckin', fifteen or something. Sooo, obviously, once we're done 'm gonna go get a girlfriend or something." He joked, kissing you softly.
You just rolled your eyes when you pulled back. His words took a minute to set in. "Wait, that long?!" Your eyes widened almost comically.
Stu rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking shy. "Yeah, I, uh, I've liked ya for awhile, baby." For some reason, that was what made you blush.
"Gay," you grumbled, kissing him again. "You gonna fuck me or not?"
"Oh, such a romantic!" Stu fanned himself dramatically, fake moaning. You smacked his chest playfully as he shifted you off his lap. "One sec," he huffed, reaching over the center console to open the glove box. He pulled out a bottle of lube and sat back down.
You blinked. "You have a habit of having sex in your car?" Stu blushed and you raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, uh, just a habit of jerking it when I skip class." He shot you a wink and unbuttoned his jeans. You rolled your eyes, moving to pull your skirt down but Stu stilled your hands. "Uhh... can I uh- can I fuck you in the skirt?"
You stared at him. "Yeah, s-sure." You swallowed and tugged your underwear down, setting it aside before climbing back in Stu's lap. He looped his arms around your waist with a content sigh. "What, you got a thing for skirts?" You joked, running a hand through his hair.
Stu looked up at you, resting his chin on your middle. "Just got a thing for you."
The two of you stared at each other for a long moment before you sank onto his lap with a whine, kissing him deeply. He ran his hands up under the back of your tank top and pulled it off over your head. Slowly, he ran his hands slowly up your thighs and you felt yourself jump. "Cold," you mumbled, pressing your face into his neck.
He leant his head against yours with a soft chuckle. "You do this before?" Your deafening silence made Stu still. "Wait, really?"
"Who would I have slept with?" You pulled back to squint at him.
"I dunno!" He pouted. "Maybe I thought you got a boyfriend or somethin' out in Cali!"
Softening, you cupped his face. "No. Just- just you..." His eyes widened and you felt your face heat up. "Wait-"
"I'm your boyfriend?" Stu's voice was soft and you felt his arms tighten around you. You couldn't bear to look at him, face hot and embarrassed tears pricking your eyes. "Hey, don't cry- Baby, look at me."
When you finally looked at him, tears falling down your cheeks and burning your eyes, he was staring up at you like you were the only thing in the world. He brushed his thumb under your eyes and kissed you. "I'll happily be your boyfriend. If ya want, y'know." You giggled wetly at his attempts to be nonchalant about it. Nodding, you sniffled and he kissed along your neck.
Leave it to Stu to make you weepy and then immediately return to wanting to fuck you.
He bit down gently, sucking small hickies into your neck and making you writhe in his hold. "Stu-"
"Look, if I'm your boyfriend, I gotta make sure everyone else knows." He gave you a wink and your blush got worse somehow. His hands ran back up your skirt and you ground your erection against the rough material of his jeans. "Aww, want me that bad?" He taunted you.
You heard the cap of the lube bottle crack open and you tensed instinctively. "Shh," Stu whispered in your ear and let you hide your face in his neck. "It's okay baby, easy." His words soothed you a little bit but you still tensed up a bit. "Lemme love on ya a lil, yeah?"
In hindsight, Stu should have probably held the bottle in his hands a bit before prepping you. In hindsight, had you known the two of you would be having sex in his car, you would have moved to the back in the first place to prevent you accidentally setting off the car alarm when you leant back.
But neither of those things were considered. So, here you two were: in the backseat of his car, both now undressed minus your skirt, with you on your back and him leaning overtop of you, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder and the other pushed aside into the open space behind the driver seat. Stu's face was flushed red and you swung an arm over your eyes to avoid being looked at.
Gently, he brushed your arm away and pinned your arm above your head. You shuddered when he pressed the head of his cock against you - closing your eyes at the phantom feelings his fingers left behind inside you. He was shockingly gentle and thorough during the prep, pulling you apart to a begging mess with his hand alone. Biting and kissing on your neck as you rocked your hips against him, pleading with him for more, faster, anything-
"Lemme look atcha," Stu chuckled once your face was in view again. You whined and rocked against him, wordlessly begging. "Ask me nicely, baby. Tell me whatcha want."
You let out a helpless moan. "Fuck me, please, Stu. Need you so bad-"
"Anything for you," was the only warning you got before he pressed the head of his cock inside you. You threw your head back instinctively with a soft moan at the feeling of being opened like that. Hot and wet and-
"Fuck, please-" You begged, blindly reaching for your boy. He held your hand - because he was good like that - and kissed your knuckles. He gave you what you wanted and slid in deeper. Slowly. Making sure you feel every inch. Quickly, you snapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud moan.
Stu put a hand against your throat and squeezed. Not hard enough to choke you properly, but enough to make your body tense instinctively. "Don't do that baby, c'mon, you're doin' so well."
You dropped the hand and let out a moan, biting on your lip. Stu seemed pleased by this but he kept his hand on your neck as he moved his hips slowly. He hadn't bottomed out yet but he'd already begun a slow back and fourth, in and out of you. Working his way inside you, letting your insides get hot and gooey from the lube and from his pre.
When he finally, finally, bottomed out, you were shaking from the sensations of being filled, of being fucked. Stu leant forward and kissed you, squeezing harder at your neck to make you squeak. "That's my pretty boy," he said breathlessly. "Fuck, you're jus' made for me, huh? Made to take my cock, look at you."
You turned your head to the side, feeling yourself burn under his gaze - blue eyes completely eclipsed and making you feel seen. Your eye caught a glimpse of something metal reflecting the moonlight seeping in from the car's window. As soon as you realized what it was, you felt yourself clench down on the cock inside you.
Stu followed your eyes with a slow smile. Gently reaching over under the passenger's door, he pulled out a sharp hunting knife. Clean - too clean, your logical mind tried to scream but you were too focused on being fucked to care - and a mask. A white face that reminded you of Scream painting you'd seen in an art class in Cali.
He turned the knife over in his hand, looking you over almost curiously. "You like it?" His voice was practically taunting. "Just like those horror movies. Wanna be the cute slut who dies first?" His voice had a menacing edge to it, making you whimper. "Nah," he said softly, kissing you again. "You're my final girl, without a doubt."
"Stu-" You choked out, clenching your thighs around his hips.
Slowly, he looked at the mask, then the knife, and then back at you. You writhed under his gaze, wanting him to move. Slowly, he put the mask on over his face. The white mask combined with the black hood completely obscured his face. You could hear his heavy breathing as he turned the knife over in his hand.
You helplessly let out a moan as he snapped his hips forward.
"Please-" you begged, feeling the knife drag up and down your spread thighs. A featherlight touch but a touch nonetheless. It was fucked up. You knew that. You should tell him to stop, that this was insane.
But fuck if you didn't like it anyways.
Stu tilted his head - it reminded you of Michael Myers observing prey - and you rocked back against him. "Is this how my final girl survives?" His voice was lower, muffled by the mask. "Caught by the killer and offers him sex to survive?"
You nodded frantically, letting the fantasy of the words wash over you, and you felt his hand around your throat again.
Overtop of you, Stu barely looked like himself. Hand at your neck, knife at your thigh, and empty eyes of the mask boring into you. He picked up the pace, fucking you faster and tracing the point of the knife up over your abdomen. "God you're gorgeous," you heard Stu say to himself. "I wanna carve you open and keep you all to myself. Rip your heart out so no one else can have it."
Despite how fucked up it was, you only moaned louder.
The wet squelching sounds from the copious amounts of lube as well as Stu's own precum made the sex sound foul. Like you were some helpless final girl, caught and pinned by her own killer. But you liked it. And wasn't that the sick, twisted part of it all.
Because you knew it was Stu. Who would never hurt you really. Who you were pretty sure didn't have a killer bone in his body, much less against you.
"G-gonna- Gonna cum-" You gritted your teeth to hold back another moan.
"Go on princess, cum for me. Show me how good you feel." You felt the point of the knife teasing your cock and the cold shock of the metal was what did you in. You came helplessly, back bowing, and all but gushing over the knife and on your skirt. "Fuck, such a good boy." Stu growled, fucking you through your orgasm and reaching his own.
Cum pooled inside you, hot, sticky, and you fucking loved it. You felt drunk off the feeling, trembling in Stu's hold.
The mask came off then. Stu's hair stuck to his forehead a bit from sweat but his eyes were bright and he was smiling at you like you'd given him the world. You gave him a soft smile back and winced when he pulled out. "Damn, babe, I knew you had it in ya! You'd make a killer final girl." He shot you a wink before reaching for the center console to grab wet wipes.
You scoffed. "Obviously. I'm built for the role. Unless I'm the killer and then you're my final girl."
Stu seemed to light up at that. "Aww, that's the sweetest thing anyone's said to me," he fanned himself dramatically, making you laugh. He was methodical in cleaning you both up, letting you enjoy your afterglow. Once he was done, you snagged his shirt and pulled it on over your head.
That got a reaction. His eyes widened ever so slightly and you beckoned him towards you with a finger. "C'mere," you mumbled, "I wanna cuddle before we have to go back." It was late after all. And you still had school in the morning, as tragic as it was.
Stu held you in his lap, playing absentmindedly with your hair as he stared at the mask and knife he'd returned under the seat in front of him. Maybe he'd tell you. Let you in on his and Billy's plan for later that fall. Maybe you'd help out, join in on being Ghostface. Or, at the very least, know to stay out of their way to avoid being killed. Or maybe he wouldn't tell you.
But the thought of you getting hurt made his stomach hurt.
Later, he'd call Billy and tell him. That either you were completely off the table or you were going to be involved. Billy would listen to his rambles quietly the whole time. Once Stu was done, Billy would tell him they'd talk about it at school tomorrow - face to face. And Stu would recognize that Billy's wasn't that angry tone he sometimes had when Stu frustrated him. And Stu would hope that he could still have you, when everything was said and done.
But right now? Right now, he just closed his eyes and kissed the top of your head. He felt you huff, content, and stared out the foggy car window at the faint lights of Woodsboro below.
It really was a nice view.
#🔪 creeps writes#slasher x reader#slasher x s/o#slasher fanfiction#scream 1996#stu matcher x you#stu macher#ghostface x reader#ghostface
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TMAGP9
Again with the onboarding paperwork? This is definitely going somewhere.
Rate your school-related childhood trauma and all the dead animals you've seen. I am a normal, non-nefarious form and there will be no consequences for filling me out.
Just why???? What an amazing question to put on a form. What could it possibly mean?
Oh hey Jon!!! He heard them talking about giving up on the Magnus investigation and decided to chime in with some relevant info!! HE'S FUCKING ALIVE IN THERE.
This feels more like an old school statement.
Advanced Dungeons and Dragons! Like regular D&D but more... advanced.
Oof Gary's going through it.
Oh no Gary's setting you up. Don't take those dice, they're evil. Bad luck dice!!
Gary you cunt.
Oh rolling high gives you good things!! Yeah I can see fucking around and finding out. Doesn't matter if they call you or not, life is already random and chaotic. Might as well roll the dice.
Hmmm themes of loss of control here. That's interesting.
Spreading the luck around is clever. Mitigating the chance of failure by introducing more variables. This is actually kind of a brilliant system.
Oh weird, now they're becoming a luck ghost. Creepy, it's like they're starting to live the 'dicing with death' trope.
Haha Gary's gonna get it now.
Snake eyes babey!
Ohhh 'the dice stare back' that rules!!!
Fuck, a truck got him. That's wild. I guess it is pretty unlucky tho.
Oh oof couldn't stop himself rolling one more time. Idiot. Obviously they were gonna kill you my dude.
Haha Gwen's gonna be handing someone a kill order.
Mr Bonzo????
Oh I can't wait to see this.
Oh no Teddy's lost his job :(
Tubular is great. More people should say tubular.
These people really are a minefield of interpersonal entanglements.
Let's go to the ruins!! Romantic date in the ruins!! Ride or die in the ruins!!
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Why ship Agon & Yoichi? Welcome to the 2nd portion of my long AgoHiru meta post!! I ended up having to break it into 3 parts because of the sheer amount of images. If you missed Part 1, please go HERE.
~~Part 2~~
TWO YEARS LATER - Agon doesn’t care about football.. except when he does
Agon is considered such a high-value player that scouts from University teams & Sports writers come see him play. Unfortunately for them, Agon doesn't actually enjoy football enough nor deems his participation important enough to play full time or train. And yet, when it comes to Yoichi’s new High School team, Agon makes exceptions.
During Sena’s first Deimon vs Ojo match, Agon makes surprising appearance. And he's not only keeping tabs on Yoichi, but also on any interesting newcomers to the team:
Checking out Mamori, downplaying Sena, insulting Yoichi.. tsk tsk
Remember how Agon insults Sena along with Ryokan during Riko’s interview? From the moment Yoichi’s football team begins to boast a new star, Sena becomes Agon’s new target of ire. Sena who, like Ryokan, lacks in areas Agon can excel. Sena who is currently Yoichi’s trump card.. the position that should be Agon’s.
Sena has no power, but his speed gives Deimon a chance at the Christmas Bowl, & Agon can’t stand that. Because at the end of it all, I think his issue isn’t the fact that Yoichi plays football, it’s the fact that he continues to choose his less talented friends to accomplish his goal instead of the "once in a century genius athlete" that is Agon.
For all his talk about playing football to crush those without talent, nothing personally motivates Agon more than playing for the sole purpose of ruining the dream Yoichi has with his friends..
An answer that evokes an image too similar to the one Agon saw the day he decided to join Shinryuji.. Even Riko can tell this topic spells a land mine, oof
Yoichi influences Agon: +2 points! (Agon hates Yoichi’s friends, specifically Ryokan & Sena.)
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DEIMON VS SHINRYUJI - Dethroning the Gods
When the chance to play against Deimon finally arrives, Agon, of course, decides to play the game in full, much to the surprise of his teammates. And he quickly escalates to participating in ALL ASPECTS due to Yoichi's continued provocations:
When he finally faces off against Yoichi himself, Agon chops him down the same way he does everyone. But once Yoichi gets a hold of his leg, Agon smashes him to the ground so hard, the demon bleeds!
Such strong aggression.. like some seriously pent up UST
And five minutes after contact, Agon still can’t stop thinking about it hmmmmm
As the match goes on, Agon reluctantly begins to accept Sena as a formidable player, but nonetheless he continues to keep an eye on Yoichi, often bringing up his history with him to assess the potential of Deimon’s plays.
Despite not speaking to each other for two years & the fact that they mostly only hung out for blackmail, Agon knows quite a lot about Yoichi’s stats & play style.
Deimon's match against Shinryuji is SUPER DELIGHTFUL to me for several reasons, especially because:
We got a story of origins: how the Maou trio ended up in Deimon
The Shinryuji Nagas have been set up since vol 6 as the Best Team in all of Kanto, with 9 consecutive championships won
Agon is presented as a personal villain to the our protagonists, which makes winning against his team all the more sweeter
Yukimisu debuts!
It’s the only game where every touchdown was done by a different character
Agon, the once-in-a-century genius had the malicious intent in proving to Yoichi that his team was made up of losers. But he instead ends up getting owned by a variety of Deimon's players, even those who had never before touched the ball in an official match!
By the end of the game, guess what Agon thinks about?
His conversation with Yoichi, and the two players he bashed the most. The end result of this match crushes him so badly that he decides to do the previously unimaginable: to TRAIN.
Yoichi influences Agon: +3 points! (Agon plays a full match. Agon tastes defeat. Agon decides to train!)
And so.. after being bested by Sena, Monta, Ryokan, Katsuki, Manabu & Yoichi Deimon, Agon begins to take the sport seriously, fully intent in seeking another rematch. Another chance to once again prove he’s the best player & that Yoichi should've chosen him.
Oops.. Except that Deimon’s third years don’t get to participate in sports.
See, training soon proves to not be enough for Agon. Not only does Agon keep a close watch on Deimon's next matches, he even goes so far as to try out for Teikoku High after Deimon secures their ticket to their long-coveted Christmals Bowl. Because Agon doesn’t want to wait a whole year for a rematch.
Maybe it's just drama to up the stakes, but taking his history with Yoichi & his tremendous grudge against Yoichi's friends into account, I posit he did it because he knew Deimon’s third years don’t get to play sports. Defeating Deimon without facing Yoichi would feel pretty pointless after all!
A year ago, Agon turned down Teikoku because of how committed he was to staying at Shinryuji specifically but decides to transfer once that wasn’t enough to ruin the dreams Yoichi build with his friends
In any case, Agon goes to watch Deimon vs Ojo in person once again, as well as the Christmas Bowl. As for the Hakushuu match, he only watches it through TV (maybe he couldn't watch Yoichi get crushed in person)
Yoichi influences Agon: +2 points! (Agon tries to get into Teikoku. Agon gets increasingly more invested in football)
→Continue to Part 3→
What’s it like when they finally play on the same team? Where do they go from there? And other bonus topics!
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Is linguistics a science? What do linguists do on the daily?
Oof, this is a hard one!
Linguistics is a very diverse field. What I'd say is that some parts of it are science, some parts are humanities, and some parts are somewhere in between. I would say, uh, the mean scienceness of linguistics is about the same as the mean scienceness of economics, but the variance is way higher.
If you do research in e.g. speech production or neurolinguistics, you're unambiguously doing science. You're running experiments, you probably work in a lab, you're thinking about, you know, brain regions and the anatomy of the vocal tract. It's pretty human biology flavored, from what I can tell.
If you're doing research on child language acquisition or speech perception or the like, you're still doing science, but your methodology is going to look more like e.g. psychology than neuroscience. Psychology is also a really high variance field, there's some solid research and some total bullshit. Probably the same applies for these areas of linguistics—although I do have reasons to think (hope) they are a bit better than psych over all, which I'll get to in a minute.
Then there's phonology and syntax, the "core" of linguistics. These are... weirdly difficult to classify. See, human language, at its core, is a set of interlocking formal systems. It is rules-based. And by "rules", I don't mean the "grammar rules" you were taught in school. I mean the linguistic patterns you subconsciously internalized as a baby, which let you learn to speak your native language without anyone actually teaching you. These rules govern the pronunciation of sounds in a given language (phonology) and the order of words in a given language (syntax). The fields of phonology and syntax involve studying these formal systems on a language-by-language basis, trying to understand how these formal systems are structured across languages.
The actual methodology here is something like this: imagine you were given a bunch of math symbols that you've never seen before, and a list of anywhere from fifty to several thousand equations using those symbols. And someone said "all these equations are true, but I'm not gonna tell you what the symbols mean. Just look at all the equations and put together a consistent theory for how all the symbols behave". Ok, that's syntax and phonology. In syntax, the "symbols" are words in a language and the "equations" are valid sentences. In phonology, the "symbols" are sounds and the "equations" are words. And you do an analysis, and you produce a theory of the symbols which accounts for all the equations that you see.
So, anyway, it's kind of weird. It's kind of its own thing. It's definitely empirical, like a science. And it's far too formal and math-flavored and puzzle-solving-y for me to call it a humanity. But you're not running experiments, exactly, you're not doing a lot of the typical science things. It's all done with pen and paper, like math. So it's kind of its own thing. This is one of the things I like about it, by the way. It's puzzle solving about language. It's neat.
Anyway, then there's historical linguistics, the study of how language changes over time. Historical linguistics involves the comparative method, which relies on the neogrammarian hypothesis. Basically, it involves the same kind of puzzle solving methodology as phonology and syntax, but with a lot of engagement with historical texts, evidence from archeology, and so on, at the same time. It's got a lot of the best parts of the more methodologically rigorous humanities (history), but with a much more STEMish flavor to actually do. All of linguistics has a STEMish flavor, pretty much. It's pretty cool. Historical linguistics is the subfield I'm principally interested in.
All this readily-observable formal structure in language is why I have hope for the psychology-adjacent fields of linguistics, by the way. The formalism constrains what kind of questions are meaningful, it gives us a more precise language to talk about what's going on. In essence, we know that language is the kind of thing which has formalizable patterns in it, whereas IMO we don't have strong evidence that human emotion or (non-linguistic) human social behavior have this same kind of defined symbolic structure. So it feels that people who study speech perception are maybe getting at something a little more concrete and specific than the people who put together the DSM. But, you know, that's just me—I'm not a psychologist, so I don't want to make claims about the field too confidently.
At the least sciency end, you've got things like sociolinguistics, which is methodologically similar to sociology. Difficult to place is linguistic fieldwork, which involves methodologies from all of the above, plus a healthy dose of human interpersonal skill, and involves going out into the world and documenting the way language is spoken directly. Sometimes this involves studying small or endangered languages, etc. There are a couple of people in my grad program who do fieldwork in the Amazon, and they often tell stories about encounters with terrifyingly large spiders. Surely the most adventuresome subfield. And there's formal semantics, the youngest field of linguistics, which is sort of in the syntax/phonology realm of studying language as a formal system. It basically involves trying to understand the logical structure of languages, and has significant overlaps with CS, formal logic, and (analytic) philosophy. Actually, all the fields of formal linguistics have significant CS overlap—computational linguistics is the most popular subfield right now by far.
The thing that makes linguistics hard to classify is that there really is a lot of cross-pollination and sharing of ideas between these fields, they aren't siloed off from each other. So, what do linguists do? A lot of different stuff! Is it a science? Sort of kind of. But it's pretty cool either way.
#linguistics#anon#for posterity#this is the post I'm gonna ling to on this topic from now on#I don't mean socioling is the least scientific in a bad way btw#just factually speaking its methodology is the most clearly humanities
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Legally required to ask for Kokichi for the ask game
[For this ask game]
gosh ur so right anon. I am so sorry this got readmore levels of out-of-hand full spoilers for NDRV3 and also rated C for Current Hyperfixation.
favorite thing about them
Counter-intuitive, but I know my past self (including the era when V3 came out) would have hated Kokichi for the same reasons I like him now. Mainly:
I really did go into V3 expecting to loathe Kokichi as a nuisance at best; I’d been spoiled on Ch. 4 before getting into DR because I thought ‘my aim sucks I won’t play it anyway’ and, loving bees and assorted bugs as I do, I figured Gonta would be my favorite. And I mean, he’s up there, but this little shit. How dare he be an engaging character.
Unsure where I said it previously, but Kokichi seems like the kind of guy who would run a How to Beat [X Movie] channel out of earnest (admit so or not) love for the thought experiment of it all, which isn’t just relatable, but a very interesting Type of Guy to have in your killing game scenario. The one constantly pushing the boundaries, but not quite meta-level aware they’re in a video game; genre-savvy and trying to Actually Accomplish Something Constructive. He also goes about it in such a way that launches a couple malatovs at every bridge he has, which, having been anxious and overly rejection-sensitive in high school, is fucking wild to me. You are going about this in the worst way you could, on purpose, and that is fascinating. Mentally I am putting him in a microscope slide because What Is Your Deal
Plus, the way he constantly has some kind of front up to a point where Saihara can’t decide who he really is by the end of Ch. 5… hmm chameleon complex? I find it quite simple, really. Unclear to me if they meant to make him Like This but doubling down on constant over-performance of social signals because communicating frustrates you and it lets you feel some small degree of control in your life is (in my experience at least) very autistic of him and as a result hearing the whole V3 cast consider him entirely indecipherable down to the bitter end… oof ouch real anxieties?
least favorite thing about them
A) Some of the iconography they chose for his talent. Which I’m pretty sure they pretty much ditched outside promos? So B) Some of his art in the wake of Ch. 4 is… wonky, but not in a way that looks fully deliberate? It undercuts the drama for me a bit. I think Kokichi seems much more menacing when he drops pretenses entirely and just goes blank instead of trying Very Hard to act out a particular emotion (like he does pretty much all the time). Instead of the demon face, something more like this?
favorite line
I blame this for getting "The more that you suffer, the more I enjoy it" stuck in my head, plus the combo of "Now you'll never, ever forget me for the rest of your life! [...] I stole your heart, so now I'm satisfied." The two surface Kokichis asdfghjkl
Looking for quotes though it came to my attention that in Chapter 2 he says "[...] I wanna win this killing game! So I'm not gonna run from it, I'm gonna crush it! That'll be waaaay less boring, don'tcha think?" kicking screaming they knew exactly what they were doing
shipping and handling
tbh I less ‘ship’ and more ‘please make them interact with one another’, so grains of salt I suppose!
brOTP
Kokichi + Miu. Gotta find who in the amalgamate server said ‘in any other circumstance they’d be besties’ because they are Correct.
OTP
This is a self report but like fuck it we ball Kokichi ♢/♠ Kaito
If you know the intricacies of what that means you may be entitled to—
Pretty much this vine
nOTP
I guess I'm a little squicked thinking of Kokichi/Gonta in a romantic sense? See at least in TAPP they've still got a Lot to talk about before comfortably calling one another 'friend' instead of 'working on it'
random headcanon
Ah a lot of these are already sprinkled in TAPP so what’s one y’all haven’t heard before,,
He started painting his nails during the game initially to interrogate (RE: get-to-know) Rantaro, and kept doing it to discourage himself from biting his nails and cuticles all the time. There's only like one sprite where he does it, but I think it could be a nervous tick
TAPP!DICE may not be real but the tea party policy absolutely is
I've drawn him in skirts doing outfit memes, but I think for him it's less concrete than feeling like dressing femme sometimes and more that, post-game and organization-less, he has no idea who he's supposed to be anymore and is throwing pretty much everything at the wall in many facets of his life. Including but not limited to saying 'screw uniforms' and seeing how long it takes him to get in trouble with HPA for wearing different clothes every day. After long enough unchallenged he starts getting his classmates to do it too. Considering... their entire circumstances in TAPP, they get away with a lot more than the other classes
unpopular opinion
Is it unpopular to say that some of the info from Kokichi’s FTEs should have been in the main plot? The knife game scene, besides being my favorite, seriously clues the player into what he’s like beyond the artifice without having to posthumously dump that exposition in his room, and that a lot of players confused by him are likely to miss out on characterization that would clarify things Irks Me.
song i associate with them
Oh, only one song? Too bad, 'cuz I Can’t Decide - Scissor Sisters
My other cop-out is 'Cause I’m a Liar - Mcki Robyns-P, which I’m working on a cover for in Synth V
Other than that? I haven’t built up nearly enough song-based associations with the DR cast yet somehow, but I’ll throw in Queen of Nothing - The Crane Wives which is less a Kokichi vibe than “I’m writing TAPP!Kokichi in the wake of Chapter 5” vibes. Isn’t this what you wanted? Time sure feels like it’s running out. Finish what you started, Queen of Nothing, wearing such a heavy crown.
I don’t know if this is in the spirit of the prompt but the thought did occur to me that a Trial 5 animatic to I’m Alive from Next to Normal would slap really really hard actually.
I need more peppy songs in my life, is what I’m gathering.
favorite picture of them
Let’s split it like this:
Favorite from the game? Probably this one
The face of a man asking “what are you gonna do, shoot me?” promptly before getting shot.
Sprite? This one
Is it genuine curiosity? Is he mocking me? Some mysterious third thing? Yes.
and a fanart that lives in my brain rent-free (the-everlasting-ash). Linking instead of reposting bc please support the original artist. There are many, many wonderful pieces of fanart out there, but this one carved a niche in my brain and stayed there (it is the cover image for DR art on my phone on account of Stunning).
Also for the uninitiated on TAPP- [Talent Acquisition Pilot Program AU Masterpost]
#answers#Anonymous#ask games#danganronpa#dr#new danganronpa v3#ndrv3#danganronpa v3#drv3#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#took me so long bc i made a gif and a sprite edit#genuinely surprised I couldnt find that bit from randy writes a novel in gif form#so i made it myself (thats why the gif is amateurish OTL)#also first DR sprite edit i hope its okay#i kept the pose the same and just tried to change his face and reduce the shadow intensity#sometimes the most powerful menace is a lack of it#TAPP AU#TAPP AU adjacent
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