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ecliphttlunar · 6 days

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Medicine - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You were having a difficult day where negative thoughts shook you, but luckily your boyfriend Chris is always there to save you

Warnings: cute, hugs, kisses, negative thoughts, a little angst

Author's notes: This is my work, I do not authorize any plagiarism, copying or “inspiration”. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors.

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You were sad, so sad, at that moment, your life didn't seem to make sense.

You felt ugly, incapable, inappropriate, God! You were feeling every negative feeling there was, even non-existent ones.

And there weren't enough words that could describe what you were feeling.

You traveled all over the world, collected lyrics, but nothing, nothing could describe this feeling that took over your heart.

And so you asked yourself, how could you talk to someone about this?

Talking to others about your feelings was never really a problem, at least not with your closest friends.

But now? You were a child who was left on a road in the middle of the night.

Lost.

Alone.

In the dark.

At least that's what you thought while cooking dinner at the triplets' house.

You thought that no one could understand what you were feeling, not when you couldn't form words, so why waste other people's time, why be inconvenient by saying that you didn't feel well, when no one could understand you, help you.

When you didn't even understand what you were feeling?

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't notice Chris's gaze on you.

Chris knew something was wrong the moment you appeared in the room, your shoulders slumped, your eyes heavy, your smile weak, dejected.

You always had big smiles that brighten any darkness, but now? His smile was wan, a smile that tried to hide his tears.

He didn't know what had happened, if someone hurt you, if they said something that hurt you, if you were in physical pain or not.

But he knew, he was sure, that everything wasn't okay.

Then, he got up from the couch, the place he had been sitting staring at you for the last 10 minutes, and walked towards you.

You were always alert to your surroundings, no matter the situation, you always noticed when something had happened to someone, or when a person approached, so when he approached you, and you didn't notice, as if someone had blindfolded you , he worried.

He was behind you, when he wrapped his arms around you, you were a little startled by the sudden contact, jumping slightly, and looking back.

It was just Chris.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't do that anymore, you scared me" You said softly, when you went back to mixing the food in the pan.

"Everything is fine?" He ignored what you said, needing to know what was happening as quickly as possible.

"Why the question?" You ask back.

You always did this, when you didn't want to answer something, you asked the person a question as an answer.

"You don't look like you're on planet Earth today"

"No? Where do I look like I am? In fact, if I weren't on earth, how would you be hugging me now?"

“No, not like that, you’re here, but at the same time, you’re not here” you raise an eyebrow.

“Your body is here, your mind is not” You go back to mixing dinner, taking a deep breath.

"It's okay, I'm just tired" You weren't lying, you really were tired, but one of the main reasons for those words was because you really wanted to close this subject, you know that tomorrow you would wake up better.

But of course, Chris didn't accept that. He knew there was something more, and he wanted to find out what it was.

He was always like that, he was always there for you, even when you didn't want anyone, you just wanted to be alone.

And that was why you loved him so much.

Because he was your guardian angel, your bulletproof vest when everything got dangerous, he stayed in front of you when you were in the crosshairs.

He was there to heal all your scars.

And you knew he could save you now, when you are in the crosshairs of negativity.

His body leaned over yours a little, taking the spoon out of your hand and throwing it into the sink.

You tried to take the spoon back, making the excuse that the food wasn't ready and you needed to stir it more.

But Chris was watching you, he knew that you had turned off the stove for more than 5 minutes.

He turned his body to face him, and hugged his waist.

"Talk to me, what's going on?" He asked again.

But what he received in response was silence, and his eyes were watery.

"Honey..." He began, a speech already planned in his mind to make you speak, at least the basics, so he would know what happened, but this moving speech was not necessary, because right after he called you, the words ran out of his mouth like a river.

And now, you were a mess.

A beautiful mess in Chris's eyes, even with your tear stained face, messy hair, wrinkled clothes, you looked beautiful.

The gods knew how beautiful you looked.

"I don't know, I woke up like this, I'm just sad, nothing really happened, I just... I feel ugly, inappropriate, annoying, I don't know, I, I don't know, I can't explain it." You tried, you really tried, but you couldn't, gods, you didn't even know who you were at that moment.

You didn't know what were happening.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, pretty girl, it's okay, you don't need to say anything else, I already understand, I got you, I'm here with you." He cupped your face and dried your tears, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. Trying to calm you down.

Which, even though it took a while, worked.

You let out a shaky breath. And when you look up, back at him, you realize he was thinking of a solution.

"What do you think about us lying down, cuddling on the couch, watching a movie, we don't need to say anything, just cuddle, do you want that?"

You smile lightly and nod, hugging Chris's waist, and hiding your face in his chest.

You stayed like that for a while, when you finally started moving to the couch, you on top of Chris, while you chose a movie.

It had been about 10 minutes into the movie, and you were already feeling better, but there was still something bothering you.

And of course, Chris noticed, so he did what he knew would help, what always helps, he kissed you.

He gently grabbed your chin and kissed your lips, making all that pain you were feeling go away.

Making you feel better than you ever have.

He could do this.

He was your medicine.

You separate, and look at each other, you smile in thanks, and lay your head back on his chest.

For the first time that day, feeling good.

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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I Need You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: I love your writing! Could you do a Dean x reader, where you have a really bad migraine and he takes care of you?

Note: I know everyone who has migraines experiences them slightly differently. Thankfully I haven't had one in years, but I used to have them quite frequently when I was a teenager, so the way it's described here is just how I know them!

Masterlist

Story:

Sam, Dean, and [Y/N] were in the car on their way to a motel. They were in the middle of what looked like a witch hunt, and had spent the morning and afternoon interviewing the family and friends of several victims who had died under strange circumstances in the last month. [Y/N] was in the back, while Sam and Dean were bickering about something in the front. She didn't know what they were arguing about, but she suddenly found both of their voices extremely irritating, and she knew why. The top right of her vision looked like it had been burned by glancing at the sun or a bright light, except it wasn't fading. It was growing slowly, creeping around her peripheral. It was moving, almost shimmering like a kaleidoscope that she couldn't quite focus on. The pain hadn't started, but the visual aura along with her irritation meant one thing; a migraine was coming.

She didn't get them frequently, and she also hadn't pinned down what triggered them. Some of her friends in the past had suggested common triggers like loud noises or coffee, but there was no consistent trigger for her. They seemed completely random and unpredictable. Having one in the middle of a hunt was extremely inconvenient. It wasn't a pain that she could work through like she had with a broken arm, or a bullet hole in her shoulder, or a stab wound in her leg, which could all be bandaged or stitched up. Migraines meant not being able to see, not being able to stand noise or light, and vomiting. There was no way she could interview anyone or chase down any witches in that condition.

"Oh my god will you two please just shut the fuck up". She finally snapped at them before closing her eyes and leaning back in her seat. Sam and Dean shared an expression before Dean glanced at her in the rear view mirror and turned off the music, and Sam turned around to look at her.

"Hey". Sam reached over to tap her leg. "What's wrong?"

"Don't touch me". She mumbled at him.

"Okay, sorry, are you feeling alright? You look kinda pale". Sam was wearing a worried expression that [Y/N] didn't see as she hadn't reopened her eyes. She didn't answer, she just grumbled something under her breath.

"Sweetheart? Can you talk to us?" Dean was trying to get as many glances in the rear view mirror as he could while still driving in a straight line.

"I want to go to the motel".

"Okay, yeah we're on our way, about another twenty minutes to go. What's wrong [Y/N]?" Dean asked her.

"Migraine. No more talking, please. Your voices are so grating". Neither Sam nor Dean took offense to this. They had been with her when she'd had a migraine before and they knew that nothing she said was personal. They just shared another glance before they both turned their attention to the road ahead of them. After five minutes Dean noticed that she was twisting and turning in her seat, very obviously unable to get comfortable. The pain had started. It wasn't unbearable yet, just a dull throb behind her eye, but enough that the hard glass of the Impala's window was agitating her further. Dean nudged Sam and looked down at his hoodie that was sitting between them that he'd taken off earlier, before gesturing back at [Y/N]. Sam nodded in understanding and grabbed the hoodie. He reached around and slowly and gently tucked it between her head and the window, trying not to disturb her. She felt the soft hoodie and turned towards it, breathing in Dean's scent. "Thank you". She whispered. Not long after that, she drifted off to sleep, the pain not bad enough to keep her awake now that she had a pillow.

Dean drove carefully, trying to avoid any unnecessary bumps or sudden stops. He slowly pulled into the motel and parked the car. Both Sam and Dean made sure to close their doors quietly. "Can you call Cas and ask him to go with you to the sheriffs office? I don't want to leave her here alone". Dean said quietly to Sam over the roof of the car. Sam nodded and took out his phone before walking away to call Cas. Dean came around to [Y/N]'s door and opened it slowly, putting his hand against his hoodie to stop her from falling over as the door opened wider. He leaned into the car and pulled her towards him so her head rested on his chest and his arms were under her knees and around her shoulders. He lifted her from the car right when Sam was finished on the phone. Sam jogged back to close the car door for Dean, and they made their way to the room. Sam opened the door and let Dean in first with [Y/N], and immediately went to close the curtains in the room to stop the late afternoon sun from hitting [Y/N]'s eyes.

Dean slowly laid her down on the bed that he had slept in the previous night. The room had two beds and a couch, and usually [Y/N] would take the couch since both of the boys were too tall, but he couldn't put her anywhere but a bed in this state; he would take the couch later if he had to. He lightly brushed her hair away from her face and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. Giving a look to Sam, the two of them left the motel room and closed the door behind them. "Cas said he can meet me at the station in fifteen". Sam said while Dean handed him the keys to the Impala. "I'll keep you updated by text". Dean nodded, eager to get back inside. "Can you keep me updated too? On [Y/N]?"

"Yeah of course Sammy. Thanks for being cool with me staying behind". Dean patted him on the shoulder and Sam pressed his lips together in a small smile before leaving to go meet Cas. Dean made his way quietly back into the motel room and went straight for his bag to look for the painkillers he'd brought with him. He didn't want to wake her up since she looked peaceful, but he knew if he didn't get the pills into her now, the pain would eventually wake her up and be worse later. He filled a glass of water for her and reached over to gently shake her shoulder. "Hey, [Y/N], wake up". Her eyes fluttered open and then immediately shut again. "Come on, you need to take these".

"Go away". She mumbled. He sighed, but didn't move.

"[Y/N], however bad it is now, it's gonna be a hell of a lot worse later if you don't take something for it". She moaned and grabbed a pillow to shove in front of her face. "You have to sit up. I know you don't want to, but you'll regret it later if you don't". He took the pillow from her, her grasp on it was weak. He pushed his hand under her neck and down around her shoulders and pulled her up to a sitting position. She groaned but didn't try to resist. She did manage to open her eyes, only to glare at him. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. Please just take these and then you can go right back to sleep". He handed her the glass of water and the pills, and she took them. He took the glass from her and put it on the bedside table before slowly letting her back down onto the bed. "Is there anything else you need?" He whispered to her. When she looked up at him he could see tears starting to form in her eyes and his heart broke for her.

"You". She sniffed and closed her eyes tight, letting a tear out to drip down her cheek.

"I'm here, what do you need?" He wiped her cheek with his thumb.

"I need you". She turned over onto her side to face away from him. Now understanding what she meant, Dean kicked off his shoes and jeans and pulled his flannel off, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. He got under the covers behind her and wrapped his arm around her chest, pulling her closer so he was spooning her, and rested his chin on top of her head. The pressure from his head on hers was in just the right place to help alleviate some of the pain, and being close to his smell was extremely comforting to [Y/N]. She fell back to sleep fairly quickly. Dean didn't get to have many moments like this with her, though he wanted them, and he savoured them when they did happen. He wanted them to be able to be vulnerable around each other, to be able to hold each other, feel safe around each other. Unfortunately those moments generally only came when one, or both of them, were in pain. He wanted more. He wanted those moments even when everything was going right and when they were both happy. He wanted to wake up to one of those moments every morning and go to sleep with one of those moments every night.

Dean and [Y/N] had been resting for about thirty minutes when he felt her stir. He tightened his hold around her instinctually and she suddenly froze. "Dean".

"Yeah? I'm here".

She pushed the covers back and immediately pushed his arm away and jumped out of the bed. She ran to the bathroom and he could see her kneel down at the toilet through the open door. He realised she was getting sick and hopped up to rush over to her and hold her hair back. He rubbed her back soothingly and felt her forehead again just to make sure she didn't have a temperature too. "You're okay, it's okay". She was crying again.

"I hate this".

"I know, I hate it too. Do you think you're done?" She nodded her head and he reached for a cloth on the counter to wipe her face. "You wanna brush your teeth?" He asked and she nodded again. "Okay, come here". He looped his hands under her arms and pulled her up to her feet. She wobbled a bit, her vision still partially blocked and the headache and empty stomach making her dizzy. He held her steady by her shoulders as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth, then he helped her back to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and he got her some fresh water. He knelt down in front of her and handed her the glass, placing his hands on her thighs to still keep her steady while she drank. When she was finished he took the glass back from her and put it back in the table while she got back under the covers. "How's the pain?" He asked.

"It's not as bad as before, but it still sucks".

"Do you want me to lay with you again?"

"Yes".

Dean checked his phone for any updates from Sam or Cas before sending off an update text of his own, then crawled into the bed beside [Y/N]. He opened his arms and she climbed on top of him, lying completely on his chest and stomach with her legs either side of his. He stroked her back absentmindedly as she dozed off again, lulled by the steady up and down of his chest. His hand slowly stopped moving on her back and lay still, her soft breathing sending him to sleep too.

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When Dean woke, the soft light that had lit the thin curtains before was now gone. He looked down and could just about make out [Y/N]'s figure still on top of him. He reached over to his phone to see an update from Sam; they had figured out who the witch was and were heading back to the motel for the night, it wouldn't take them long to get back. Dean looked down again and pressed his lips to [Y/N]'s hair, and she sighed. "You awake Sweetheart?"

"Yeah".

"How are you feeling?"

"It's gone, I just feel kinda tired".

"Do you wanna get up? You need anything?".

She lifted her head, it was dark in the room but she could still see his face quite clearly. "I need you. And not just when I'm sick". She admitted softly. His hand moved up her back to hold the back of her neck.

"I know, I need you too. I need this". She watched as his eyes flickered down to her lips then back to her eyes. She nodded, giving him the permission he was silently asking for. He leaned up and pulled her down at the same time to press his lips to hers, and they both melted into the kiss. She bit his lower lip and he chuckled before pushing her sideways onto her back and leaning over her. He smirked at her before leaning down and biting her lip, getting her back and causing her to giggle. He slide his hand down to the hem of her shirt and pushed it up just enough to get his hand onto her bare waist. The action made her gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, something she eagerly welcomed.

Things were getting more heated when the door opened and Sam and Cas walked in. Dean and [Y/N] both snapped their heads towards the door as Sam flicked on the lights. Sam's eyes went wide and Cas tilted his head while Dean pulled the covers back over both of them even though they hadn't removed any pieces of clothing just yet. Sam cleared his throat. "Um, feeling better [Y/N]?" He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. [Y/N] felt her cheeks heat up and nodded at him. "Do we uh, do we need to get a second room?" He asked. Dean looked down at [Y/N] before looking back at Sam and Cas.

"Yeah, yeah I think that would be best".

Sam nodded. "Right, we'll um, regroup in the morning?"

"Sounds good". Dean nodded back at him. Sam then left to head back out the door and grabbed Cas' arm to pull him out too. Dean looked back down at [Y/N] and they both started laughing before [Y/N] wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back in for a quick kiss. Dean leaned his forehead against hers and just gazed into her eyes. "I need you".

"I need you too".

The end

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fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks · 2 months

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I just realized yet another reason why I love the "This is down. Down is good. This is up. Up is no," Data says in stng. In my brain, I keep half-expecting him to end the phrase with up is bad. For a split second, every time I watch this scene, a part of my brain hears that something is good, then, when being presented with another thing that is not the good thing, it assumes that it will be described to me as bad, because it is depicted as the antagonist to the good thing.

Data doesn't say it is bad, because it isn't. Spot being on the desk can lead to things getting knocked over, console buttons being pushed, or maybe even Spot getting thrown across the room if the ship gets tossed around (which nEveR haPpeNs). The computer is probably smart enough to know not to do anything commanded by those little toe beans. I saw a post about how Riker sits on the consoles all the time but that the computer probably knows the difference between hands purposefully pushing buttons and a butt dial. Spot's pawprints, much like Riker's ass, are logged in the computer's system only as things to not take orders from.

I got off track (which nEveR haPpeNs). I love that Data understands that it is illogical unreasonable to assume Spot understands what is and is not a preferable action. Therefore, he communicates it to him as best he can. But he also understands that there is nothing actually wrong with Spot being on the console, at least not all the time. It's an inconvenience and, perhaps, occasionally, a potential hazard. Ultimately, it is something Data wants Spot to stop doing, but not something he will say is bad, because, at least in this case, trying to convince someone something is bad is a tactic to get someone to feel guilty about doing something. Saying it "is no," at least in the way Data does it, makes it feel much more truthful because it is saying "I have a reason for asking you not to do this," even if the reason is as simple as "I don't want you to," instead of "Here's a magic word with a vague and interchangeable meaning that I can use to keep you from finding my real reasons.

I guess what I'm saying is, I want Data to be my dad.

#star trek the next generation #lt commander data #data #spot star trek

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wayfayrr · 10 months

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You said there was no limit to asks so I hope you don't mind if I also request Four's reaction to a fem!reader with many piercings? (In Chain's world)

(thank you moss ily)

I don't mind at all!!! 💖 Only one type of piercing is the focus here but it is mentioned that reader has more! I hope you like it!!

“Hey Four have you seen a small metal bar anywhere, I took my industrial out and now I can’t find it anywhere. It's a tiny steel bar just shorter than my pinky finger.”

“No, I haven’t, an industrial? I don’t think I’ve heard of something like that before…”

So no leads asking Four either, it’s hard not to sound disappointed now knowing if I don’t end up finding it then it could close up before I either manage to find somewhere that sells them or find a way back to grab another of my own. If only I hadn’t worn one of my favourites the day I was brought here. The disappointment must be clear on my face if Four’s is anything to go off of.

“What if I could make you a new one!? Would that cheer you up?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you Four, not with everything else we’re dealing with here. The supplies would be better used elsewhere.”

“Nothing is a better use than your happiness. It’s only small right? It wouldn’t take much to make. Besides, think of it as a gift to remember me by for if when you get back home.”

“If you’re so set on making it for me then I won’t stop you, but really, even if supplies aren’t an issue. Isn’t it still a bit inconvenient to make?”

“We’re in my Hyrule right now, so I have all of the equipment and since it’s small it shouldn't take all that long to make, should it? There’s no issue.”

“If you’re alright with it then, don’t feel any pressure to do it though. Thank you, really.”

Pleased barely describes what he’s feeling right now, or at the very least what I can see flickering through his eyes. He won’t take no for an answer and with the chance of the hole closing up, I don’t think I have the energy to argue with him.

"So you'll stay with me while I make it right? You'll have to make sure it's perfect after all. I can't give you anything less. Maybe I should start taking your other piercings so I have an excuse to make you more…"

Why does he keep muttering things under his breath like I can't hear him? They aren't really concerning things to hear the things I can hear at least, still they aren't the best things either. He seems very eager to do this for me though so turning him down would likely only hurt him more at this point. I don’t even have to say anything or do anything besides a simple nod before he’s dragging me along with him to his forge.

“Do you want me to make this look like your old one or can I be more creative?”

"I don’t mind as long as it fits. Although… actually if you're going to be making it… What metals do you have to work with? Piercings kinda need to be certain types so you don't get sick…"

“Titanium right? I- I overheard you talking to one of the others about it. It’s a bit more difficult to work with but I don’t mind.”

With how he’s talking about it all, it’s almost like he planned this out ahead of time. I know from the rest of the chain and the games, that titanium isn’t common in Hyrule. While it’s never mentioned in-game, I mean it makes sense that’s what the Hylian shield could be made from. But for Four to have some that he’s willing to use for something like this? It had to be planned.

“I’ll just need to take a couple of measurements if you’re alright with that?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead. I don’t want you wasting more supplies than what you’re alright with.”

Seems he didn’t hear the other half of that sentence, as he’s gently pushed me into a chair so that he can look at my ear more closely. Analysing it with a featherlight touch, rivalling even Hyrule’s as he gets the general sizings for what he’s planning to make. After that it’s just a matter of him getting to work.

#Ily as well thank you for always being so sweet!! 💖#links✦react #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #lu four #moss✦answers

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ekaterina1233 · 10 months

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PART 1: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Warnings: in part 1 its gonna be fluff and stuff like that, slight make out in public, but very slight. idk what else I put here, i dont remember my own story... Sorry if I wrote something wrong, english is not my first language.

Words: idk, but is quite long.

Extra: Y/N is Ranpo's sister, but Dazai do not know. yet. Y/N will have brown hair and brown eyes, but you can change if you want. Idk how to describe her personality.

Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader

"Hello there, mind if I sit here?"

The bandaged man asked you for permission despite sitting in the seat opposite you before you could even answer.

"I'm Dazai, I work for the detective agency upstairs. I haven't seen your face in this café before... What's your name?"

He leans his face into his hands as he looks at you with some interest. His eyes then slightly widen in realization.

"Oh! But please don't tell Kunikida-kun I'm here!"

She looks at him startled by the sudden appearance, but then she says:

"Well, it's kind of inconvenient for you to ask and go sit down, but I don't really care. My name is Y/N..."

She says her name teasingly, then she repeats his movements, resting her face in her hands and gently leaning towards him, looking at him with a certain curiosity.

Dazai is quite taken aback by her reaction to him, he blushes slightly while still looking into her eyes.

"It is a little strange, even for me, I'm normally more gentle about how I get to talking with a girl. Oh, I'm just so excited to have someone new to spend time with, that's why my heart is racing. My heart has never raced like this. Hmmm,"

He pauses to take in the moment, and the woman's appearance.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Maybe you're already falling in love..."

She speaks seductively, staring into their eyes, and she could see that he was looking at her intently, first his eyes went over her long, wavy brown hair, with a short medium fringe, then to her face, admiring her slightly reddened mouth, then her deep brown eyes, but at the same time innocent and mischievous.

"I can feel your gaze on me, Dazai~"

She says playfully, but she also admired his attractive features.

Dazai's face is now a deep red. He's now looking everywhere but her face, his gaze wandering away to avoid eye contact with her.

"...I-I don't know you!"

He squeaks softly, his voice catching in his throat.

"How did you know my name!"

He asks her, seemingly oblivious to the seduction in her voice.

"I don't know you either, but this is more fun. You're so nervous you forgot the first thing you told me was your name and where you work, silly."

She says in between giggles and getting ready to leave the establishment.

"So-... you're leaving?"

Dazai feels a mix of emotions, one being slight disappointment as he watches her get up, ready to leave.

"What about a... date? You know... We could go out? Maybe to the movies or something? The park even, it's such a nice day outside. I'm sorry, I'm being so sudden with you, I-I just..."

Dazai looks away, his face a little more red.

"I just enjoy talking with you,"

He looks back towards Y/N.

She starts laughing again, and goes to the waitress, paying for her coffee and then leaving, ignoring Dazai's lines, but she gives him one last look, smiling.

"N-no wait! Give me your number at least!"

Dazai stands up, ready to chase after this woman and give himself a chance to convince her to spend a little time with him.

"I just couldn't let someone as gorgeous as you run off without at least seeing you once again!"

She turns towards Dazai, looking at him playfully, with a small smile on her lips.

"Okay then, I'll give you my number, but don't expect me to answer or call you, Dazai~"

She then quickly steals a peck from Dazai and laughs, disappearing into the crowd.

Dazai looks at his lips, which now feel rather warm, for a few long seconds. He sighs before dialing her number to verify if she gave him the correct number. When he dials her number, he realizes that she gave him the wrong number.

Dazai sighs, he wasn't really surprised by her not being honest with him. It seems as though he's just not lucky with women, but what he doesn't understand is why she kissed him to begin with.

"Why do all women do this?"

He asks aloud, feeling a bit bitter.

Dazai starts talking to himself about how he's not lucky with women, but then he puts his hands in his coat pockets and feels a crumpled paper, he takes the paper seeing that it's written her real number, on the paper it says :

"I just wanted to trick you a little, that's the real number, silly."

Dazai smiles widely, he didn't expect her to do something like this, but nonetheless he feels like a new lease on life has opened before him. He dials the number immediately, and waits for it to ring on the other end.

After a few seconds, he hears a female voice on the other end of the call, he soon recognizes it as Y/N voice:

"Who's calling me? Come forward before I hang up and block you"

Dazai hears her say those words aggressively, but still playfully.

Dazai is a bit surprised by her manner of speaking, but he's still filled with joy.

"Y/N, it's Dazai! Remember me? I was that guy who sat opposite of you in the café, you gave me a fake number earlier..."

Dazai pauses when he realizes he's talking in a bit of a panicked style.

"I'm sorry for calling you suddenly like this, I just..."

He pauses again, looking away from the phone so that she can't hear the slight blush in his voice.

He hears her laughing softly on the call and she soon says in between giggles:

"Of course I remember you, sorry about that. Sorry to give you a fake number, wanted to play with you a bit, too bad I wasn't around to see your sad face..."

She says teasingly and playfully.

Dazai laughs, his mood improving further.

"It's okay, it's okay. I did feel a little sad when you gave me a fake number, I won't lie."

Dazai is now feeling brave enough to ask directly for what he's after, a first.

"Say, Y/N, you might remember that I asked you on a date earlier, would you still like to go on one? If you're busy, a few days from now?"

He can hear her making little noises, as if she's thinking of what to say. After a few seconds, she says jokingly:

"I only date guys who are confident, you don't look confident, you look nervous."

He can feel her smiling on the other end of the call.

Dazai is taken aback, but he still has some confidence left.

"That's right, I'm nervous. I'm nervous talking to you, Y/N. You are quite beautiful, and it's making me nervous to talk to you. I've only tried to ask one girl out before, and she immediately rejected me. You know what? I'm gonna ask you one more time, Y/N. Can we go on a date?"

He can hear her make a small noise of surprise, she's clearly taken aback:

"Hmm~~ Yes, I'll go out with you, but don't get too excited, I can leave you alone in the day~"

She says clearly a little embarrassed.

"No, never. I won't make you leave me alone on this date."

Dazai's voice is no longer tense, it is now filled with confidence and joy.

"Well then," he pauses to look at his watch, "How about we meet in the park in ten minutes?"

He waits for her answer, he's feeling more excited than he has in a while. A big smile spreads across his face.

She responds gently:

"In 10 minutes? Maybe I'll be a little late, I'm a little far away, but I'll come~"

She hangs up suddenly, not waiting for him to answer.

Dazai puts his phone back in his pocket, thinking that he finally got the girl of his dreams. He looks at the time on his phone again.

"Okay then... I've got ten minutes."

He whispers to himself, and gets up to walk to the park and wait for her. It doesn't take long for him to reach the nearest park, and as he's looking around it appears that he'll have to wait for her. Dazai sits down on a bench and waits, looking at his phone every 5 seconds.

After 15 minutes of waiting, Dazai starts to lose hope and starts to get up from the bench, thinking about calling her.

Just as he's getting up from the bench, his phone rings.

"Huh? Who's this?"

Dazai says as he pulls out his phone, feeling a slight bit of disappointment as Y/N didn't show up. He then sees the call is from Y/N phone number. He answers the call,

"Yes? Y/N? What happened? Where are you?"

He hears her laughing hysterically, then she starts talking between her laughs:

"Maybe I got lost, Dazai~ I'm near a corner and a church with a pink tree next to me and I don't see any park that close"

She says laughing, but Dazai can feel her tense and nervous.

"Pink tree?"

Dazai scratches his head, wondering if she's making things up to get out of going on this date or if she's truly that lost.

"You know what? Stay there, I know where that tree is. I'll be there in around five minutes."

He says with a sigh, this girl is giving him a hard time but he's not gonna give up. He starts walking in the direction of the tree, trying to find Y/N.

"Ok then, I will wait for you here~"

She says between giggles again and then hangs up the call.

Dazai doesn't take his time, so he gets there relatively soon, five minutes or so. When he reaches the area she's in, he looks around for her, but to no avail. He looks at his phone, and sees that he's got another call from Y/N. He answers it and says in a bit of a panick.

"Where are you? I can't see you. Are you playing a trick on me?"

"I asked a cute old lady for help and she brought me to the park"

She responds and then sends him a selfie of her and the park he was just at.

Dazai stares at his phone for a moment, relieved, but his face then turns nervous again.

"Y/N… please… Don't play these games… I'm not very good at these things."

He sighs and starts walking quickly towards her.

"Please wait for me, Y/N…"

He can hear her sweet laugh over the phone

"Sorry about that, but don't tell me you're tired of walking already?"

She asks jokingly and teasing him, still sitting on the park bench, but she gets distracted when a cat approaches her, she is completely distracted and enchanted by the cat that her doesn't even notice Dazai coming up behind her. Dazai walks up to her, but then he pauses to look at the scene, her and the cat. She's completely distracted by the cat, so he just stands there and waits til she notices him.

She doesn't notice the presence behind her and starts muttering to the cat softly, with a completely different personality:

"Hey cutie, did you know I'm on a date with a tall, dark, attractive guy? He seems so much fun, I don't know if he'll like me, I know I've already stressed him out."

she keeps muttering to the little cat next to her:

"What will he think of me? I'm very nervous. I teased and joked with him until now, saying that I only go out with confident guys, but that was a lie, I don't go out with anyone, neither am I confident, or pretty enough... I don't know why I said so many provocative things, I get embarrassed just remembering. By the way, can you believe I stole a kiss from him?"

She talks to the cat gently caressing his fur, giving the cat a little kiss and finally noticing the presence of a certain brunette.

Dazai chuckles quietly at her monologue as he's listening to her, and she's just ranting and venting to this small cat who understands nothing that she's saying. He doesn't move an inch until she says something about a kiss, which makes him want to just burst out laughing. He has a hard time containing his laughing.

"Y/N… I'm right here. And don't lie, you're beautiful. And very cute when you're acting like this."

He says while still trying his best to keep a straight face. He turns quickly towards his voice, jumping off the bench scaring the little cat over there.

"Hey…Dazai… Thanks, I guess…"

She says blushing heavily and looking away.

"Did you hear everything? Like, everything?"

Dazai laughs some more, and then walks closer to her, saying:

"I did hear everything. And in my opinion, that little cat wouldn't understand a single thing you said."

He then smiles at her and asks:

"Hey, could I ask you to do something for me?"

"Well... Can I ask for that kiss you stole from me? If you're comfortable with that, that is."

Dazai says softly, still smiling kindly.

"I saw you give this cute cat a lot better kiss than you gave me... I want a kiss too."

He says jokingly, yet still hoping for a simple yes from Y/N.

She looks directly at Dazai, blushing slightly again, Dazai swears he saw a little lust deep in her eyes...

"So you want a kiss...~"

After she says that, she stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around Dazai's neck, leaning towards him and waiting for him to initiate the kiss.

Dazai doesn't wait long to initiate, as he leans in and goes in for a kiss. He's never had such a beautiful girl kiss him before, and he just has to kiss her back. Y/N hair is soft against his cheek, and her head fits well in the space between his neck and shoulder. Her lips were soft, and they tasted sweet, like honey. He closes his eyes to enjoy the moment, and then takes a step back, smiling.

She finds his kiss addictive and pulls him back to her, kissing him passionately again, not caring if they are in public or not. Dazai laughs softly as she pulls him back towards her. He puts one hand on her waist and the other on her hip, he doesn't stop kissing her either and kisses her with passion. He pulls her closer and closer to him, her body fit perfectly with his. Dazai was starting to enjoy this. Maybe he could even… no, he's getting ahead of himself.

She gently bites his lips and gently pulls his hair, looking deeply into his eyes, and then she looks away at the little cat and sits back on the bench with her body feeling hot after that kiss, she tries to cross her legs to relieve her lust for the man beside her.

The way she bit his lips and pulled his hair, made him feel something deep within himself. He was starting to feel a bit hot too, and he looked at her lustfully. Then she looked at the cat... and he decided to do something that would surely make the day memorable. Dazai sits close to her on the bench, his right arm around her and his left hand holding her hand. He pulls her close to him, leaning back onto her, and then whispers in her ear.

"Let's find somewhere a little more private. To uh, talk...~"

She laughs softly and blushes heavily.

"I've known you for 30 minutes"

She looks at him with innocent eyes, like she's a doll that could break any minute.

"I know"

He says teasingly, putting his hand on her knee and looking at her as if he's been completely seduced.

"I know that we've only known each other for a short time, but I feel like I've known you for years~"

He leans closer to her and whispers again.

"I want to know you better. Your tastes, who you are... I'd really appreciate it if you'd come with me to my apartment for a while... to, uh... talk some more~"

He looks at her with a sly smile.

She smiles seductively and pulls him by the collar, giving him a memorable kiss.

"Ok then ~ show me the way.."

She says getting up from the bench...

PART 2 IS COMING SOON....

THANKS FOR READING <3

SORRY AGAIN IF I WROTE SOMETHING WRONG, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE... <3

#bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #dazai fluff #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai smut #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai bsd

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villiedoom · 1 year

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About worldbuilding

My style of worldbuilding is observation, feeling and perception, allowing the world to grow on its own, favoring ideas that resonate with me personally over those that are logical and realistic. It is important for me to see, feel and then - to understand what my world and characters wants to say and show me, and not to be their designer.

Because of this, I care little about the biology of the creatures, what they eat and why they look so strange. I don't know much about them, but I allow them to be mysterious, although I am always glad to finally see and understand some details of their life and nature.

«One of my favorite ideas/scenes is about wandering in the snowy mountains. It’s like a journey through the afterlife, lonely and very personal. Climbing the mountain, where the only obstacle on the way is the mountains themselves - snow-covered and cold, with blinding blizzards, and threatening steep slopes. One wrong step - and you will fall down and die. Or freeze to death»

This is purely emotional and feeling, there is no question of whether this is real for the character or not, and why this lonely Vaeraf went to the mountains if it is so cold and dangerous. These mountains are a symbol and a metaphor for his life, feelings, difficulties he faces, and his way to the top of the mountain - to the goal, to the sky, to realize something, to overcome difficulties.

Simply put, the emotion and feelings that I experienced from my stories or when I met, for example, a Vaeraf person in my imagination or dream, are more important for me. In my art, I want to share these feelings, and not to build and describe their biology in detail. I also don't try to give all the characters I meet detailed biographies or stories. I only know these characters who are my close friends, just like it works with people in real life. What makes my characters so dear to me is my personal relationship with them, and I love them as persons that live in my mind.

Sometimes I worry that my way of creating and showing my world is wrong or stupid, because I noticed that the vast majority of people interested in worlds and creatures are more designers and "scientists" than people for whom personal impressions and feelings are way more important. But I no longer want to try to change myself, my art and my world into something that is not close and not interesting to me personally.

I remember such an idea that there are two types of artists - architects and gardeners. Architects build their world and stories according to the rules, trying to do everything well and right, they intentionally plan, build and control every detail. Whereas gardeners let their world grow on its own, but take care of it and choose which grown ideas they keep and which they uproot. In that case, I'm a total gardener who also tends to let things just grow and die on their own, even if it turns into overgrown chaos. It is important for me to feel, experience and analyze this chaos as it is, but at the same time - to love and take care of those parts of my world that are important and dear to me.

Only this way feels natural to me and keeps me in touch with my world and art, and I sincerely love this way of working with the world, even if it is hard and sometimes inconvenient to explain things to strangers. But my art, characters and my world are inherently connected to my feelings, experience and mental state, and I do not want to destroy this connection for the sake of some "true" worldbuilding just because my way is different.

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Update: (I decided to add and supplement these my comments in the post)

I also want to add that it doesn't mean that I don't try to analyze and explain things from my world. It's just that my focus is different, it is important for me to feel and understand Vaerafes as persons, so I focus on their perception, feelings, morality, philosophy and psychology, trying to understand how they see, think and feel, while their nature is part of their personality. But I rarely share it because it's usually too personal - for both me and my characters.

It may be their understanding of the world, their morals and values, their relationship with each other, and also - my own relationship with them. While their world as a whole is just the world they live in, I don't study or detail it as seriously and in depth as my characters' stories, which are quite personal and can be quite metaphorical. Besides, I have some different worlds/alternative universes with different stories and ideas. Some of them don't even have the idea of being at least a bit realistic/scientific.

It's not about worldbuilding only, but also about my personal interests. Things related to philosophy(?) and psychology, as well as symbolism, self-exploration and self-expression in art, are more interesting to me than the scientific side of nature and wild animals. I like science, and sometimes it's interesting to think about my beings from that perspective, but that's just not my focus and I still perceive it from a more philosophical point of view.

I would say that the truly "scientific" side of my world is the very fact of having a world and living characters in the head of me, a living animal being of the human species. Therefore, knowing me and my interests, I would rather dig into the learning more about these weird natural processes of my mind, to know what it is and how it works, than into what these fictional creatures eat and how their digestion works, heh.

This is just my personal perception, understanding of things and interests.

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Thank you for reading ~

#worldbuilding #fantasy #fantasy world #my world #art #drawings #fictional world #text post #thoughts #original characters

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bunmurdock · 1 month

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saw a post about toxic people in fandom, and while it was strongly-worded, boy do i have things to add.

unfortunately, i know who this post is referring to, and i’ve refrained from talking about them up until now, but i think it’s good visibility for this community to have. that person was a notable presence in fandom and mutual of mine who, over time, underwent a significant personality and blog overhaul. they were once very sweet and intellectually-stimulating to talk to but shifted over to a toxic corner of the comic fandom and began to act in certain ways aligned with that corner of fandom (emphasis on corner of comic side, most comic fans i’ve spoken to are nothing but kind and welcoming). i want to shed light on some things i’ve witnessed. this person was an awesome content creator for live action dd, but, well. feel free to read on and form your own opinions.

yes, this is about briefcasejuice.

if you follow them, you'll have probably seen their posts about live action fandom, i.e. marvel's daredevil is "ableist", "racist", and liking it makes you problematic. like, i understand people fall out of love with media all the time, and i think virtually any reason is valid to leave. i don't care. what bothered me about this person was, ultimately, their repeated hypocrisy and behavior towards others in fandom.

up until the time i unfollowed, i was noticing their posts on my feed—initially innocuous—grow increasingly negative and unproductive. sure, tv discourse and critique is healthy and good, i have my own grievances with live action daredevil. but soon enough, it had extended to fandom, fandom creations, perceived fandom failure to engage with their content, people or ideologies they found problematic irl or on social media, everyday inconveniences, etc. it was just... the same old predictable negativity and virtue signalling reminiscent of those who are chronically online, but lacking in self-awareness and emotional regulation skills.

moreover, i found their response to some sincere, good-faith asks to be disappointing. iirc, there was one situation where some anon was trying to learn about transgenderism, and was met with a disproportionate negative emotional response. it was not a good look, and coincidentally that ask response was later deleted. in another situation, they were kindly asked not to use rape-promoting language in describing certain individuals that they disliked, and their response was to deny it when the language was uninterpretable in any other way. i remember seeing these on my feed, and they gave me pause about being friends with this person.

which brings me to why i'm adding this response in the first place, because while i do not care what views this person holds or what they do on their own blog, what really grinds my gears is the betrayal and disingenuous behavior towards friends in fandom. this person was best friends with user @/pastafossa and seemingly the number one fan of the fic “the red thread”; they’d blog about it repeatedly. i started reading the story because of their marketing. imagine my shock at these posts which were made less than two years apart.

this person also went on to complain repeatedly about a perceived lack of tumblr engagement to their own followers. tumblr engagement is notoriously shit, but there's a difference between asking and expecting. asking is reasonable, entitlement is ugly. and i have to wonder how much of their off-putting nature contributed to less engagement.

not to mention i recently found out that they had joined fandom misrepresenting their age, engaging with me and other adults in fandom through our heavily adult fanworks before they had turned eighteen. they had started engaging with my content in early 2022 with their age listed as adult at that time, but the current age listed on their blog (as of march 2024) doesn't reflect a continuity. further digging on other sites confirms this. this behavior is violating, not to mention that they, at least at one point, had a strict minors-do-not-interact policy on their blog.

it's clear that they over-identify with their interests to an unhealthy degree through their repeated attempts to cull their interests and gatekeep topics that they perceive to be esoteric and cool. and while i agree that there are parts of the daredevil media and fandom that need to change, this level of denial and vilification of one's past and the community that supported them is characteristic of someone who's mentally unwell, and i would encourage anyone reading this—content creators, authors, and artists—to stay away from this person and to brace yourself for fringe fandom behavior like this on this website.

(please do not send hate to anyone.)

#idk. at least they're an interesting character study #marvel's daredevil #matt murdock #charlie cox #daredevil #netflix daredevil

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edenfenixblogs · 3 months

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Love you all (personal)

Leaving my phone in another room for awhile. I'm not ignoring any of you, and I have seen and will respond to all your EXTREMELY KIND messages, even if it takes awhile.

I was attempting to take a break from all this over the course of the week, because I felt myself growing weary and needed a recharge. Then my ceiling collapsed in heavy rain and I had to turn off my "Work Hours Focus" setting on my phone. It was supposed to silence all notifications and alerts from non-work and non-family phone numbers and block all non-work apps.

LOL...not really possible to have that setting on when coordinating with a bunch HVAC/Roofer dudes I've never met before.

But still. Jewish law commands us to find joy somewhere even when we're miserable. And while I know that is a sentiment that does not work for a lot of people, it has always been helpful to me.

So, despite all this, I am grateful for the shift in my plans this week for several reasons.

I'm grateful we were able to band together to help @rabid-catboy with an actual urgent issue. It feels very good to do something that you know helps someone. If my phone was in work mode I never would have seen this message in time to do anything about it. I had a similar experience in high school and I still think about it often. I get upset at how much was being asked of me and how much I was expected to know so that I could educate my peers and educators to do better. I didn't have the words to describe why something was so upsetting to me and why I know that it was wrong. Years later, I found the words and was so angry that I was expected to have them even when I was a child. It's an unfair burden, and I'll always be grateful that, even though I didn't find the words in time, I could help someone else find their words.

I am glad to have seen how active allies have been over the past week. I'm pretty emotionally drained by this all the time, so I may not say it as clearly or as often as I should, butt you give me hope. I am not used to relying on other or sharing my grief. It's actually a big problem. I don't tell people when I'm upset, because I'm afraid to inconvenience people or seem dramatic. that's part of the reason I struggled through undiagnosed PTSD for 13 years before reaching out for help. With the help of my BFF and my therapist, I chose to start being more open about my emotions with people. It's been a mixed bag. The people I knew would be here for me have continued to be here for me, thank goodness! But all (except 1) of the people I THOUGHT I could trust have simply stopped interacting with me at all. And I'm a lot less pushy/aggressive/vocal about all his suff IRL than I am when I have time to compose my thoughts and answer questions on here. It's been cataclysmic and devastating. To see so many people I've never met IRL not only lend emotional support to me personally but also provide emotional and temporal labor into fighting antisemitism and supporting Jews more broadly has gone a long way to restoring the faith in humanity that this conflict is trying to erode within me. I know I'm not he only Jew who feels this way right now. Please never underestimate the impact you have just by visibly existing in this space with us.

It's been nice being able to channel my anxiety about my ceiling into something productive.

Reminder: I love you all. Sorry for delayed replies. I'll be back. <3

#an eden original

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shoechoewarriors · 8 months

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I just finished reading Johnny the Homicidal Maniac by Jhonen Vasquez. To be honest, I didn't really know what to expect going in- all I've ever heard about it was from people going "Can you believe Nickelodeon asked a guy who makes stuff like that to make a children's show!?" After reading it, I can say that it's definitely interesting in a way I don't think any basic plot description could've fully prepared me for, and I kind of want to dump my thoughts about it as I just come away from it.

As the title would suggest, its most noticeable surface-level feature is that there is a lot of gore. It gets about as brutal and graphic as it can with its cartoony art style- I was actually a little bothered by it a couple of times. There are a lot of things reminiscent of Invader ZIM beyond its art style- it shares a lot of the same humor, its randomness (often to the point of stupidity), and the chaotic nature of the story progression. (There are also two aliens that show up in a few pages that I'm pretty sure are the same aliens that appeared in the IZ episode Abducted, which would mean that ZIM and JTHM take place in the same universe...? Interesting.) In a lot of ways, it had the same energy as ZIM, but lacking the restraints of a children's network- admittedly, it was very fun and tickled the twelve-year-old ZIM fan part of my brain.

The story itself is a bit trippy and somewhat disjointed. There are lots of times where Johnny will go on long monologues about how he sees himself and the world (alongside blocks of text at the beginning and end of each issue from Jhonen himself). The actual story is cut up in-between little unrelated comics of various characters getting slaughtered and mutilated in some way, facing their inner turmoils and making other people miserable, or yelling incoherent word salads and then getting murdered. You are often left unsure as to whether some of the story's events were really happening or just Johnny dreaming or making things up. It also gets kind of cosmic horror-ish at one point, but that proceeds to end itself somewhat abruptly.

I haven't looked at any discussion of the comic and what it's *really* about yet, but my first impression coming out of it is that it's... a lot of things, really? It's a nihilistic black comedy, but I got the feeling that it was also somewhat of a vent story- A lot of JTHM is dark humor and absurd scenarios for the sake of societal criticism and expressing frustration with the world. It brings up a lot of ideas about what the "nature" of humanity is, if there is a caring God, the good and bad of living, and ultimately, what the true "evils" of society are and what causes them- all told through the eyes of a weird morally bankrupt loner that likes torturing and murdering people he doesn't like.

Most of the people that Johnny goes after are assholes and bullies, generally bad people, or anyone that just generally upsets or inconveniences him in day-to-day life. His arc throughout the story is discovering who and what "controls" him in his search for true freedom- and through that, he realizes that he, himself, is a massive contributor to why everything is so awful, eventually seeing people like himself as one of society's issues (but not really doing anything to change or control his behavior, which, to me, suggested he really never attained the "freedom" he desired so much). It was quite interesting to have a main character like that.

And, while I do not really know anything about Jhonen Vasquez as a person, a good amount of Johnny's traits struck me as... maybe a bit of a projection? A lot of the blocks of text from Vasquez at the start of issues will have him describe his thoughts and behaviors, and then in the story, Johnny displays a lot of those same thoughts and behaviors, like his hatred of sleep resulting in him regularly staying up the entire night and his tendency to experience loneliness and sadness (though, of course, these blocks of text might also be Jhonen simply putting up a persona as well.) Still, though, I wouldn't be too surprised if a lot of things about Johnny were in fact an exaggerated depiction of the author's own perceived negative traits and turned into an edgy serial killer character (especially since I know that this is indeed the case for a lot of Vasquez's characters, like ZIM in his inability to realize when his ideas won't work and Dib in his undying need to prove himself above all else in IZ.)

JTHM was one of the most unique things I've read in a while- it's one of those stories that sticks in your brain and leaves an uneasy feeling in you when you come away from it, but it definitely has a lot of substance to it beyond the "edgelord serial killer gorefest" surface-level appearance. It doesn't give you any moments of comfort in its overt negativity, but I think it manages to come out as something meaningful beyond just a nihilist "everything is awful and there's nothing you can do about it" message. It's definitely not for everyone, but if you're up for it, I'd really recommend giving it a shot.

#rambles #shoe talks a lot #johnny the homicidal maniac #jthm #i hope none of this sounds too dumb to someone who knows more about the inner-workings of jthm than i do

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2n2n · 7 months

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ch 107

HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE....! Ah I can't believe it is ALL Tsukasa x Nene ! I always anticipate that we'll spend time elsewhere on the other guys... ahhh so many pages ♥♥♥ wonderful....!!

something so pleasant about the attentive, patient, listening Tsu... how he goes about his business navigating a boundary....

in Japanese, the word Tsukasa uses for Nene-chan here ["fussy"] is the same Amane uses to describe what Tsukasa will be like if he's interrupted at Katanuki.... ♥ Amane seems to feel very differently about 'fits' than Tsukasa does ... wwwwww.... hm, it's actually bad that Amane feels like... ♥ tantrum ... you're the one I worry about

it's too funny Tsukasa just does what Nene-chan says when she no wanna be upside-down....

I'm so sorry about your future boyfriends Nene-chan. Kidnapper and Abusive Boyfriend. they are both stupid and you hate them, I know I know....

but a pause to say, it's so funny how pairings can be as kids, ahahaha... Hakubo was, so annoyed by Sumire, such a brat child she was, so inconvenient.. apparently young Akane could be possessed to yell I HATE YOU! at Aoi....! Amane got so mad and shoved Tsukasa, and he used to call him dummy when he was frustrated too.... even Kou acts childishly and insults Mitsuba when annoyed (and isn't Mitsu such a brat haha ...) even in My Dear Living Dead and Narisokonai Snow White, we really have some "ugh!!!!" between the pairings, ahaha.

ah its funny to see Tsukasa say urusai wwwwww

GET HIM!!!! Nene-chan ♥ so bold so brave haha, Mitsuba wouldn't DREAM of doing this, haahahaha!!! you know the way people imagine Tsukasa VS Nene-chan, they'd imagine he'd rip her face off like a chimpanzee for this, I'm glad for some people to be proven wrong... lol...

meanwhile... wwwwww.... Tsukasa-chan, you complain about all of this fuss and tantrum and violence and such but... wwww.....

the atmosphere is so different wwwww all Yugi are so frustrating and make you cry, huh, Nene-chan? They wanna do things you don't and you're along for the ride, hehehehe....

Fascinated in the small gap in memory... maybe things that aren't so important to you, are easily forgotten in all that time, in a mundane way. What did mom do...? I don't remember... ah. I really like to see Tsukasa talking to his joudai so much; we don't see it as often as we do with Hanako... they seem to be saying something like, "well, children are different..." and "what did your mom do?" ... I like that they seem to not want fickle Tsukasa to lose interest or gumption hehehehaha they wanna solve this!!! nooo we can't just give up, we gotta-- do the things--- ngnngn!!!

such wonderful and magical things Tsukasa can doooo uwwaaahhh! Sometimes I get why Amane's name has the 'normal' kanji... with Amane he'll take you to a beach to do normal summertime things like whacka watermelon, go to festival stalls supernatural and non... I feel like only Tsukasa would wrangle a giant owl and steer you all around to delight you....

so sweet you're just trying to entertain her... make her happy... a natural talent

such a nice face.... ♥♥♥ Tsutsu please you...

it's like I'm having a beautiful dream... their little faces...

MOUUU IKKAI ahahahhaha, you were too good... ♥ you made her manic .. overstimulated... zoomies... soooo cute haha NENE-CHAAAN!! you're overwhelming no matter what hahahaha....

fickle.... ♥.....

the poor joudai really being put to task wwww it makes me feel like Hanako is much kinder to his, he is not this rude to them!! He is apt to pet them and thank them... I can't wait to learn what the hell these orbs are.... they are too personable lol

and then I start dreaming... madness madness... I can't bare it.... it can't be said enough, how long I've wanted this...! How it's felt so "set-up", with Tsukasa and Nene-chan both loving to sing....! I believed in my heart it was inevitable! Of course, it would be beautiful!

I can't believe Tsukasa can play this kind of coy and baiting little game....! whaaaaat? You're suddenly as adept as a children's show host... and it wasn't even your plan to send her to sleep! So what for? Just to invite her to sing? It's too cute....

ahhh.. I hope for a volume promo we get this in color. It's too sublime.... the steam off the hot gears as the boundary's water runs over them... knowing these gears are a golden color... and can you even imagine, in the anime? Both Tsukasa and Nene-chan's VAs can sing!!!! The sound is plausible....;;; it's too lovely... I can't believe such a beautiful scene can happen so 'soon' in their dynamic. I thought I'd wait so long for this, even though in my heart I knew it would happen at some point. It's amazing ... in some way, TsuNene lacks resistance.... it's their open and free natures ... impulses ... it can just 'happen'....

too serene... I wonder what it's like to not understand Tsukasa's hidden grace, the gentility? This scene is so gracious of him.... invite you to sing with me.... there are expressions only Tsukasa makes, and, suddenly the twins feel worlds apart. They feel impossibly different.... poor Amane, he doesn't often reach serenity...

I wonder what you feel, Nene-chan...? Comfort... warmth? Safety, even for a second? A sense of security... enough to fall asleep. So glad she turns to watch him sing...

Looking at it. Why is it like some sort of date ... TsuNene is impressive. You took a girl on an amusement park ride .... you serenaded her ... Amane, look out....

two things... 1. it's crazy you can just catch Mirai like this when Amane could NOT at ALL, even with how desperately he wanted to prevent her from touching Nene-chan in the Clockkeepers arc. and 2. you suddenly have this violent agility to stop this inhuman speeding mouse, but you simply let Nene-chan evade your sleep fingers just earlier? Tsukasa really is avoiding using violence with Nene-chan....

ah, you remind me of someone!

the Yugi can be so different and then so alike. It's a pain, isn't it? tedious things... the mysteries. And here Mirai is, droning on about justice and crime and rules.... all of the things we don't need. If we want to change the future, we'll have to break all of those. The Yugi look at other mysteries as chores in these circumstances. You'd just like to do as you please without annoying interruptions. Of course, it has to happen... sigh.

Interesting to hear Mirai refer to their 'Court of Law'. I suppose that 'space' we see is some sort of body of their boundary, and some aspect of their themeing. These gavels ... how annoying. This truly is a force opposite to the destructive and villainous Yugi who are trying to bend fate to their desires. Strictures... ! Governing ... bleh.

#avvy's JSHK

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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syä’ä

syä’ä [ˈsjæ.ʔæ] adj. bitter

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Tonowari imagine with his female mate who has just started seeing him and she is a very strong person who keeps everything to herself like her feelings, stresses and worries in general and relies on herself for everything and only trusts herself and over time Tonowari realises this and brings it up with her one day and she gets defensive and angry at him before pushing him away aggressively and leaving him alone in their home? [Request cut short for space].

In this story, Tonowari and Jake are both early 20s, and have been lifelong friends.

If I had to pick one word to describe our clan, it would maybe be 'harmonious' or possibly 'joyful', maybe 'peaceful'.

Basically, our people were a happy people. Our clan was tight-knit, supportive, and our daily work was meaningful, as were the relationships we formed with the wildlife around us.

Most Metkayina were full of joy. I tried to be the same, but found it difficult.

My father was the only bitter and hateful man in the clan, and no one was really sure why. Some whispered that he hadn't gotten the woman he wanted, some whispered of an illness in his mind, but I had long stopped caring the reason why.

Especially now that he was dead.

What mattered was how his bitterness had effected me. His mate, my mother, had died young, leaving just he and I. And though the clan was supportive, and we were surrounded by help and happiness, something about having such an unstable father had caused me to feel isolated and lonely as a child, and as I grew, I distanced myself from most people around me.

Tonowari was the closest person to me, and yet still, I was never completely sure of him. I had said yes to being his mate, and I had been truly happy around him for quite some time but... something was missing.

It was as if I was waiting for the facade to fall. I was waiting for Tonowari to turn his back on me, to become angry, harsh and bitter, because that was all I really knew from the men I had lived with.

After a long and particularly frustrating day, the kind of day where many small inconveniences add up to create one large problem, I return home in a terrible mood.

Tonowari is already there, sharpening his spear as something cooks over the fire. It smells amazing, but my mood is so sour that I have no real interest in eating.

With a sigh, I hang up my net and spear, and sit down across the pod from my mate.

"What troubles you?" he asks, his voice light and his handsome brow furrowed.

"I'm fine, Tonowari," I reply, but there is an edge to my voice, just a little bite, and I feel guilty immediately. It isn't Tonowari's fault, and he's only trying to help, but the thought of burdening him with my complaining sends chills down my spine.

I had not been allowed to complain, growing up. It was a grave error I'd only made once.

"Tell me, Y/N," Tonowari replies, stepping closer and holding out a plate of food.

"I'm not hungry. Thank you."

"Y/N, why do you never... talk to me?" he asks.

"We are talking now."

He sets the plate of food down, and kneels down in front of me. "We talk, but never about anything important. You never tell me how you feel, what you are thinking. You never confide in me when you are upset. You keep me far away." He places his hand over his heart. "I want you to let me in."

A mixture of absolute panic and anger bubbles up inside of me, and I rise to my feet. "You do not know what you ask, Tonwari!" I reply, and before I can say anything I regret further, I exit our pod so that I can cry in peace and quite.

Tonowari tosses the fishing net out and sighs. "I don't know, Jake. Every time I try to really talk to her, it ends in a fight."

Jake rubs his hand over his mouth, thinking. "Well... wasn't her father sort of, abusive?"

Tonowari watches the net sink, then turns to look at his friend. "He was a cold and hard man. He found this life unfair. Y/N barely speaks of him, but there is talk. Talk that he was harsh to her, unfeeling and mean."

"Yeah, I had an old man like that too. It can really mess you up. She's probably worried if she, you know, bothers you, you'll get unfeeling and mean too."

Tonowari holds the weight of his net in his hand, staring out at the early evening son, and begins to see his mate in a new light.

When he returns home that evening, Y/N is there already, by the fire, preparing a meal that looks very large.

He knows this means she's sorry, but 'sorry' isn't something she says often. Now he wonders, what did her father do to her when she apologized?

Enough is enough, he decides, and without a word, he kneels down before his mate and pulls her hands away from their busy task, holding them in his.

She turns, eyes wide, and stares at him.

"I am going to speak, and you are going to listen, just for a moment," Tonowari says, his voice shaking only a little. "I want to apologize to you, Yawne. I don't know the full extent of what your father has done to you, but I do know that he was a bitter, angry, terrible man. And that has hurt you. I can't change that, but I can spend every day of our life together showing you that I am not him. Do you know how much joy I find in you? How happy I am to see you every day? You could never burden me, or anger me so much that I would harm you, or do anything to make me stop loving you and caring for you."

He scoots a little closer to her, and places her palms on his chest.

"I will never grow tired of you. I will never think less of you. I will always be a safe place for you, Yawne, and a safe place for our children. They will be raised with all the love and joy that you did not have, but should have. I promise you this."

He sees the tears in her eyes, and they are reflected in his.

She moves her hands up to his shoulders, and grips tightly. "I had a hard day yesterday, Tonowari. I... it wasn't one thing, it was many small, very annoying things, that added up to be one big, terrible day. And all I wanted to do when I got home was tell you about it, but I thought you might tell me to stop complaining, that no one will ever walk to talk to me if I complain so much."

Tonowari grabs her waist, shaking his head. "Did your father say this to you?"

She nods.

"I would listen to you complain all night, if you wanted to. I would listen to anything you have to say." Tonowari's heart swells; this is the most she has ever divulged to him, and he can tell how difficult it is for her. He wants to tread lightly, to not push too hard. "My love for you is unconditional, Y/N. You don't have to earn it by behaving a certain way, or saying the right things. You can just be yourself."

She falls forward into his arms, and he holds her tightly to his chest. Though she's quiet, he can feel the sobs shaking her body, so small compared to his. Slowly, he pulls her down so they are laying together, and her head is on his chest. He feels her breathing slow as she calms down, and he runs his fingers through her thick hair.

"I won't push you too hard, Y/N. I know I have been pushing you. I just want you to feel safe, to know that you can trust me."

She looks up at him with red eyes and wet cheeks, but there is something about the look on her face... she looks relaxed, he realizes. Y/N is always so tense, and right now, she isn't. She's tired, and she's relaxed. He hopes it means she feels safe here with him.

"Thank you, Tonowari. I am... grateful for you."

He leans down, pressing a soft, warm kiss to her forehead. "Sleep now. You're tired. We will talk more anytime you want to."

Within minutes, she's asleep. Tonowari stays awake as long as he can, holding her tightly, thanking Eywa for the gift of this perfect mate.

#tonowari #tonowari x reader #tonowari fic #avatar twow #daddy

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(i hope this doesn't come across as rude, i'm just genuinely confused) i saw your tags on a post you reblogged about how you like to jerk off to the thought of your work crush, and that you're aspec. but i thought the whole point of being aspec is that you *don't* feel sexual attraction? isn't thinking of someone to gain sexual pleasure also sexual attraction to that person? isn't wanting to have sex with someone sexual attraction to that person? i can't imagine jerking off to someone i'm not attracted to so maybe i'm just close-minded but what you said really doesn't sound aspec at all. again i'm not trying to be rude, i'm just not aspec so i really don't understand how *not* feeling sexual attraction can be a spectrum, but feeling sexual attraction apparently isn't a spectrum??

not rude imo! i am happy to play educator!!

so tldr, i have a particularly complicated relationship to.... relationships. i tend to label myself as broadly "aspec" as a whole as shorthand for expressing that i dont really experience attraction but it, like basically all the labels i use, isn't wholly accurate for my personal experience because labels--especially queer identity labels--are a broad stroke generalization for very individualized personal experiences of the same general gestures thing. not everyone who shares the labels i use for myself will agree with the way i use them or even the fact that i DO use them (hi, he/him bi lesbian here, eat me) and thats totally okay, as long as they mind their manners

i find "aspec" used as a specifically nonspecific umbrella micro label is convenient shorthand for the whole not really experiencing attraction thing because its more true than not. i really dont "really" experience attraction, either sexual or romantic..... except for when i do. those instances of attraction however are so incredibly rare that they're an exception, not the rule. i'm in my thirties and consider that tally to be two people i have legit thirsted after and possibly two??? people i am Romantically In Love With (as opposed to just In Love With, which is different for me, because i love all my friends in unique ways because they're unique people i have a unique relationship with, but i digress) (ftr i am not 100% sure on the romance bit because its *incredibly* hard for me to sus out the difference between my feelings for these particular people compared to everyone else i love because i just kinda go on vibes: if i'm happy with someone, i'm happy, and i dont really feel the need to Officially Label things)

btw, "aspec" as in asexual (and in my case aromantic) spectrum is very much a spectrum my dude, and that spectrum people generally report on does include occasional incidental attraction. other axis often involved in the spectrum are things like libido or even general willingness or interest in interactions that involve sex (or romance, or both!). some folks enjoy having sex and seek it out despite not experiencing sexual attraction, with or without a libido. some people are completely sex adverse when it comes to sexual situations involving themselves but will engage with sexual content, such as porn/erotica/virtual roleplay. some people want nothing do do with bumping uglies literally or figuratively. some people are absolutely baffled when it turns out no they just wanna bump uglies with this one particular person and they will DIE if they dont why are humans wired like this its SO INCONVENIENT (shhhhh dont ask me how i know). there are a ton of microlabels for any and all generalization of experience within the a-spec spectrum because there is just a HUGE variety of experiences but i personally dont like them for myself cos im a vague-as-possible kinda guy

so: complicated relationship with relationships and a complete disregard for the "rules" some people wanna insist on when it comes to identity labels. a buddy of mine has described me as her friend who is "all queer identities at once" which, yeah, i'm into that, its a good summation

i would also like to note for our viewers at home that you are totally allowed to stick yourself in whatever box feels right at the time, even if you change boxes a bazillion times or put a peet in a bunch of different boxes all at once, or play musical chairs with the boxes, or whatever. theyre made up and the points dont matter, what matters is having some facsimile of language to communicate an aspect of your experience to allow for communication and conversation about that experience, not that you tick off a check list of required traits to get your box assigned to you by The Committee. go forth, be weird, love freely, eat the rich, and fuck the (thought) police

#mochi rambles #mochi asks #queer things

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woop i guess here i go− does it ever bother u how they don't really ever quite explain what's going on with luke's illness other than "aAAAH he'S sUDDENLY in PAIN!!1!1!" and some sort of nerve damage and what not... not that it doesn't make it any less sadder... BUT!!! sometime ago i looked up the symptoms of nerve damage and apparently it says stuffs like sharp pains (which we see happen often to luke through out) BUT ALSO numbness, tingling, loss of muscle strength, and suddenly dropping stuff??? so i'm just wondering if you have any headcanons on luke's illness? DO YOU THINK HE'S JUST IN CONSTANT STINGING PAIN, AND HIS PAIN KILLERS ARE SO STRONG IT JUST NUMBS HIS WHOLE BODY??? OR DO YOU THINK HE ALTERNATES BETWEEN FEELING NUMB AND SUDDEN SHARP PAINS??? this has been my personal hc ever since jfjsjd i'm sorry you could see i'm a luke stan cause all luke stans are angst enjoyers /hj i just wanted to share my brain rot to the world thank you

hi anon!!! first off, i deffo wanna say uve come to the right place both abt luke hcs (because im a luke enjoyer first, a human being second) AND thoughts about his illness

tho i wouldnt say im bothered by how they dont explain the symptoms of his illness much since narratively, i can see how this would be necessary to maintain a certain amount of suspense on the NXX drug

however, ur so right in bringing up those other symptoms, bc ive got a bunch of thoughts and feelings about this!!

for context, i also have a longtime undiagnosed-after-years-of-tests neurological condition, but it's not serious and more just a lifetime inconvenience. i experience muscle myoclonus, which means that at any time without warning, my legs, arms, or neck can suddenly jerk into movement and ive actually got a bunch of those symptoms u mention haha!

but enough about that! lemme go thruuuuu

some of my thoughts/hcs on luke's illness

wc: 1.7k

before i start, this is whole thing is going to be mixing fiction (tot's story) and fact (IRL information on certain illnesses, medications, etc). the fiction bit is important because while tot describes luke's condition and shows us its effects, does Not name what it is, and the whole thing is still shrouded in a lot of mystery. but the fact bit is important because there are real conditions out there that are similar to what luke has, based on what we know.

among them, Fibromyalgia seems like the closest real world condition to what luke has got, but since it's not outright stated in canon, i'll be making some stuff up. still, it's important to me to have like, a somewhat sensible system in making stuff up, which is why im laying down all this ground work jhvjdhsfd, and because in the hc portion of this post i'll be riffing off of some of my own experience

anyhoo, let's REALLY start with what we already Know

what we know of luke's illness thus far from all the available story information from the global server

key words in that above title are "global server", because im aware that main story episode 9 in the cn server looks like it'll give us more info on this, but i dont like to or want to spoil myself for tot's future main story. so i'll be working within global server parameters!

so heres everything we know (...or rather, what i was able to remember in the course of me writing this response HAHA), as its been outright said and confirmed in canon:

luke's condition is currently diagnosed as terminal

luke's condition mostly manifests in sudden pain episodes that happen randomly and without warning. these pain episodes are not described to be coming from any specific body part, just that it's pain in general.

these pain episodes happen without any external trigger (i.e. luke doesnt have a pain episode when somebody bumps into him suddenly, but he can have a pain episode out of nowhere just doing something as passive as sitting or standing)

immediately after a pain episode, he takes his meds

these meds are analgesics (painkillers) and he was prescribed them by his previous doctor (the one who was handling luke and his condition before aaron)

even now that aaron has taken over as luke's primary physician, luke still takes painkillers immediately after any pain episode to manage the pain

luke's condition was caused by the NXX drug. after a mission where his team was attacked with toxic gas, he was the only survivor and the medicine he was given was somehow contaminated with the NXX substance

the NXX drug causes damage to the central nervous system, and luke's condition is confirmed to be related to his nervous system because in SSR Under The Milky Way, he describes his condition very specifically with the lines "[The contaminant] caused irreversible damage to my nervous system." and "[I] will constantly suffer from intermittent nerve pain."

hcs on The Experience Of The Condition

the main physical symptom we see in canon is pretty clear: sudden and randomly occurring debilitating pain. i like to think it's of the stinging variety!! but dialed up to 10000000 because it's always shown to be intense enough that always luke reacts to the pain. and luke's pain tolerance is High. in personal story 4, he didnt even flinch when mc was stitching up his gash, but he did double over in pain, trembling and shaking, when he got hit with one of the pain episodes.

in addition to the pain though, i totally second the motion on the symptoms of numbness, tingling, loss of muscle strength (which then leads him to train more to compensate for any loss, because luke is a madman with low self worth and one of his skills is his physical strength so he needs to keep that up for as long as he can), and suddenly dropping stuff, the ones you mention. a

those are my thoughts on possible physical symptoms. but with a condition as heavy as this, there will be psychological/emotional ramifications too

because of how tot's canon shows luke experiencing the Pain Symptom, the pain itself is put front and center. but personally i also think that the fact this symptom occurs Randomly, Suddenly, and Without Warning is on the same level of "oh god why this" as the pain

in general, not being able to know when your body is going to start working against you really really sucks! you cant prevent it, you cant avoid it, and you cant see it coming. sure you Can prepare for its random eventuality through out the day, which is what luke does by carrying around his painkillers everywhere with him, but even then, that only alleviates the specific instance currently happening and not the overall trend of It'll Happen Again! When? Secret....

it's hugely frustrating. in my case with involuntary movement, eventually i tried to constantly and impossibly try to expect it so that when it does happen, i dont knock over glass to the floor or fall down the stairs

but always trying to expect something you cant predict causes tension and anxiety.

luke's condition is much more severe and painful than my quirk. so keeping a mental background program, so to speak, always running and looking out for a pain episode of his condition must suck bigtime.

because he'll basically always be bracing himself for pain, even when nothing is happening.

and on a metaphorical level, being constantly braced for pain even when things are fine is something luke does A Lot. luke is always worried and preparing for worst case scenarios, luke is always trying to think ahead to have various backup plans to ensure people's safety, and luke seems more used to pain and bad things than he is prepared for happiness and good things.

bracing himself for pain gives luke a semblance of control over something that is terrifyingly out of his control completely. at least if hes always thinking about its inevitability, he'll have things that can help mediate its effects. but the price for that control is a constant tension and dread building inside of him every second, because hes always waiting for the other shoe to drop

my ideal hope for luke's story when a kind of treatment for his condition is found

i dont actually want for the condition to be completely cured. like, dont get me wrong, i obviously want the Terminal aspect of his condition treated because i love him and want him to live a long and happy life, but i dont want all of his symptoms gone. personally, i'd find it much more compelling narratively if his condition is treated and will no longer kill him in a few years, but still causes him pain that needs to be managed with meds and other treatments. and why i want this is because:

1 ) given the sheer struggle of his condition in the story thus far AND the fact that luke himself literally said the damage done to his nervous system is Irreversible, having a medical miracle like that happen feels a teensy bit like a deus ex machina to me. (sidenote: ofc, ur free to disagree with me! and feel free to disagree with this whole post in general, we've all got different opinions and thats chill)

2 ) in general with stories, i am less drawn to super neat resolutions and im more drawn to resolutions that are more like "and things werent perfect and they never will be, there will always be problems, but our characters will be okay and theyll keep getting better and better, and it's in this push and pull of struggle and learning and progress and getting through where their happiness lies"

ever since luke was a kid, even before he developed his condition, hes had the fear of being a burden to his loved ones. and when he does get his terminal condition, this fear is worsened and he starts to see his existence in other people's lives as a whole as a burden of pain and grief that isnt worth the trouble. and...i dunno, i just like the idea of him continuing to live but also continuing to have these problems that still spark fear inside of him and still take so much work to manage every day. and out of habit, he braces himself for pain, not just for the kind his condition gives him but from Life because Surely, His Loved Ones Will Get Tired Of All Of This, Of Him and The Problems He Comes With, Right?

but surprise surprise, they dont. because they care about him. because this should not and is not a dealbreaker for them continuing to care about him.

aaron creates treatment thats more on the preventative maintenance meds angle so luke doesnt have to just wait for a pain episode to pop up and then dry swallow painkillers every time. it's not infallible , but sometimes luke can have hours, even a whole a day sometimes where the pain hes bracing himself for doesnt come.

mc always reminds luke to take his meds whenever luke gets too busy or caught up in a case. he worries at first that it's an inconvenience to her for her to have to remember his routines for him just in case, but that worry becomes quieter as luke realizes she reminds him in the same tone as she says "good morning" or "have you had lunch yet? wanna join me?", just this casual and loving thing thats now integrated into both their lives

the team are always ready to help too in their own way. when luke gets a pain episode in hq, marius offers distraction in the form of idle chatter on (harmless) internal pax gossip while luke waits for his painkillers to dull down the stinging. when luke feels uncomfortable tingling crawling across his whole body while out with vyn, vyn subtly helps luke move from a crowded area to a quieter one where outside stimuli cant further overwhelm luke's senses. when it's a bad grip strength day and all luke wants to do is punch something and fuck his useless hands up even more, artem tells luke about custom silicone grips that exist for things like pens or knives or such and that they could look for some next time they go shopping.

it is not perfect. but luke's life, even with the pain, is still worth living. everybody is trying to help and eventually, luke learns how to start helping him self along with them too.

soooo yea theres my thoughts!! thanks for the ask, anon :D

#tears of themis #luke pearce #tot luke #xia yan #sorry this ask took forever for me to answer btw huhu...im always ded these days orz #asks #anon

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cherry-velvet-skies · 1 year

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It is time for the finale of the Beatles Era Ratings series ❤ This series was so fun I don't want it to end lol

Episode 4: Paul McCharmly 😁 And as of now all four parts are available in my Masterlist if you haven't seen the others 🥰

Archie Comics Character (Pre-Beatles Era)

Tell me he doesn't look like a 50s/60s cartoon character

Simultaneously looks 18 years old and 8 years old this kid's a fucking wizard

He has the vibe of those people who seem super cool but talk to them for too long and they get real annoying real fast

4/10 his only skill is his seemingly endless inventory of cheesy pickup lines

Petulant Schoolboy (1962)

Resting Pout Face ™️

There is a certain level of entitlement radiating from this image but we don't have time to unpack all of that

Looks the same as practically every other kid his age but still thinks he's the best looking one

5/10 is cute until he opens his mouth

Undercover Ken Doll (1963-66)

His appearance has not changed since the beginning of the Beatles

Looks identical to his Beatles cartoon counterpart and no I'm not wrong

This man is one minor inconvenience away from throwing a full-blown tantrum

6/10 though I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him the least bit adorable

Teen Caught With Fake ID (1967)

Never have I seen a real mustache look so fake in my entire life

When people who work at convenience stores tell stories of underage people who come in trying to buy alcohol, this is the people that come in

He's 25 and he looks 15 I hate it here

3/10 maybe next time don't let your LSD trip determine your facial hair pattern

Understandably Conceited (1968)

Very similar to Undercover Ken Doll but there is something different here. Something...better

Beautiful and he knows it

His eyelashes are longer than mine what the hell am I doing wrong

9/10 he's a 9 but he gatekeeps his skincare routine

McBeardy (1969-70)

Jesus Christ do I even need to say anything

The only other exception to my "I hate beards" rule

The mustache cannot stand on its own it must be accompanied by the beard

1000/10 I want him to fuck me just so I could forget about my problems for a while

No (1971)

How did we go from McBeardy to t h i s

You really thought that having beard hair longer than the hair on your head was a good idea? I think the fuck not, James.

Every time I think about Paul's style evolution I desperately try to delete this one from my memory

0/10 I actively despise this

Hot Dad at a Pool Party (1972)

Well at least the beard is gone

The title is exactly what I mean. I have no other way of describing this look

His hair is a little shorter than I feel is the ideal length for him but it's not bad

7.5/10 it's enough to make me have a crush on him, but it would be nothing more than that

Baby's First Mullet (1973)

Looks cute but also concerningly sexy

I hate that I like this but then again rockstar mullets are different than regular mullets so I have nothing to be embarrassed about

His eyes are so big how does he do that

9.5/10 if I saw him at a club I would definitely wanna sleep with him

The Eighth Circle of Hell (1974)

And we're back here again I am in AGONY

The trainwreck of a mustache ON TOP OF THE MULLET? I am at my fucking limit.

This is the face of a man who has done his fair share of cocaine

12598347/10 I had it at a 2.5/10 at first and the only reason I changed it is because there is some sick twisted part of me that's attracted to this and maybe that's why I'm so angry about it. I thought about my rating overnight and ended up having a dream that we fucked and he looked like this and it was so hot. My affinity for skrunkly men is one that both comforts and deeply disturbs me.

Mullet Yoyo (1975-78)

No matter how long or short the mullet got it never left

At least the mustache is gone I can't take having to face my most embarrassing turn-ons anymore

To be honest he somehow looks more unhinged with just the mullet

7.5/10 my brain doesn't like it as much without the facial hair oh my god Cherry what the FUCK is wrong with you

Intermission (1979-80)

It's not that I don't like this. I just really have nothing much to say about it

Sort of a middle ground in between the chaotic energy from the 70s and the dilf energy of the 80s

He looks handsome I'll give him that

7/10 I certainly have nothing to complain about

Give My Regards to Dilf Street (1981-85)

Oh shit here we go

His hair got longer and none of us knew how to act

When I say I watch the Broad Street movie for the plot, this is the plot

3000/10 this man is a frequent visitor of my sexual fantasies

Warden at Horny Jail (1986)

I'm- 🥴

Nobody talk to me

This is the epitome of dilf energy it's not even a competition

36459871/10 please just fuck me already

Questionable Choices (1987-88)

He cut his hair I am in shambles

Paul why

He doesn't look bad but obviously the long hair is way better

5/10 I don't hate it but my heart belongs to another

The Swan is Gliding (1989-97)

The dilf haircut is back thank god

Paul you have redeemed yourself

He looks unbelievably sexy but for some reason it's missing something that he had in '86 and I don't know what it is- oH MY GOD HE DYED HIS HAIR THAT'S WHAT IT IS

1000000/10 it's still one of my faves but COME ON PAUL YOU'RE A DILF FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU NEED TO EMBRACE YOUR GRAY HAIR YOU'RE A SILVER FOX BABE PLEASE

Time Traveler (1998-2003)

He started looking real old real quick

But of course I will not be harsh with this era because I know it was a super tough one for him

I know all too well that when you're super stressed out, your appearance is the furthest thing from your mind

5/10 honestly he just looks like a typical guy in his sixties so there's nothing to bash anyway 😊❤

Lead Role in a CBS Crime Drama (2004-10)

This pic just gives me NCIS/Criminal Minds cast photo vibes idk

Again I mean this in the best way possible but he looks like just some guy and there's nothing wrong with that

A suit will always be sexy to me though

8/10 I have a certain appreciation for this one

Main Character Energy (2011-16)

This era of Paul was the moment

His hair is longer again and yes I do think he looks very sexy

A majority of the music he released in this era is just *chef's kiss*

10/10 this photo is from the promo for the NEW album which fucking slaps btw it's honestly one of my favorite albums from his solo career

Hey Grandude (2017-19)

I'm sorry I just had to name it that I think him using it for a children's book title is too cute

The gray hair is coming back and I very much do think it suits him

This is not so much "just some guy" but more like "a guy who aged beautifully"

9/10 if you told me he was approaching 80 years old I would not believe you

Eternal Rockstar (2020-Present Day)

Oh my god shUT UP

I have to say dilf. Do I have to say dilf? I feel like I have to say dilf

Don't dye your hair anymore babe you don't need it

10000/10 I had to choose this photo it taunts me too much 🥵

#1974 gave me an existential crisis that i would like to never experience again dear lord #I saved Paul's for last because I knew it was going to cause me the most emotional damage #Out of all things I had to prepare myself for...having to accept the fact that I'm down bad for an 80 year old man was not one of them #paul mccartney #james paul mccartney #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon

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Entirely blaming @denmark-street for being possessed by Daiyu's ghost last night (spoilers beneath, for context i'm only at chapter 30, yes i'm aware many of you have already finished the book! this is mostly to sort my thoughts out, but feel free to look and have a chuckle if you already know the end :p)

ok so:

I'm 100% sure and was before last night's convo with denmark and ssdc that there's at least *one* person, possibly more, aiding in Mazu and Jonathan's "true spirit" tricks. These conveniently only happen on Church ground (temple in London, Chapman Farm so far), suggesting the newest buildings have mechanisms worked into their construction. With Mazu being revealed as "trained" or at the very least interested early on in magic via her uncle, this is basically confirmed in my book.

That being said, *before* the buildings were built it would have been much harder to pull convincing tricks, even with the commune being exhausted and hungry and psychologically abused at all time. This suggests the presence of at least one "magician's assistant" - oldest trick in the world is to have an accomplice in the crowd of onlookers to divert attention, or to pull strings unseen.

(Now… denmark suggested that Daiyu's body might never have been found because her death was faked and that theory is so enticing to me ngl. She appears to people so often, especially compared to the other "prophets", wouldn't this be the perfect explanation as to why? If she's alive and acting as a ghost (maybe actually believing herself to be one?), she WOULD be a very useful "magician assistant" for Mazu and Wace. Juridically untraceable, since she's officially dead, able to haunt the cult's escapees to the point they'd kill themselves by appearing at night in Chapman Farm or to stand in people's windows. It doesn't help that Mazu and Wace had a good motive to make Daiyu "disappear" - Graves's inheritance, which would have gone to Daiyu, who would have been taken by the Graves's family after the DNA test confirmed she was his child.

It does sound a tad too far-fetched for the Strike books, which are usually grounded - immediate practical questions arise such as: how would Daiyu escape notice? Maybe she lives abroad most of the time, but she'd still be recognised sooner or later. By the time the story takes place, she'd be 27 or 28, a far cry from the 7 years old girl who drowned, which is both useful to use a fake identity, but would make her ghosting harder and harder to pull as years go by… Although, the last sighting of Daiyu we hear of is in 2006-7, when Flora Brewster was sure she'd seen her after talking about the UHC to a journalist. With proper make-up and her targets being already out of her mind and scared of her, i'd say it's possible for a 17 yo Daiyu to have convincingly haunted Flora. Wasn't she described as a tall child?)

Other things:

"Pigs". I really don't think that what Mazu did to Abigail and co is what Kevin was referring to when he wrote it on his wall. He would have been what, 3 or 4 in 1995? I just think there's more to this.

(… Man-eating pigs. I've said it.)

Andersen was either one of the Aylmerton's pedophiliac crew who escaped prosecution like Coates (i'm very inclined to think so or that he was at least fine with all the "free love" going on), murdered, or both. I'm leaning both atm. He was there since the very beginning so he knew a lot, and Wace and Mazu probably found it inconvenient. I think Wace is a sadist who would greatly enjoy invoking Andersen's memory and using him in his motivational speeches (either as an example to follow or not follow, we already have two versions), knowing full well that he got rid of him.

The one person's death i believe was genuine suicide was Graves's. It would kinda cheapen the fear that Will will do the same if forcibly liberated, if it weren't.

Lin, Deirdre's child, is the kid Robin saw, which i suspect will come up soon enough (she's the right age, has blonde hair like Deirdre and "dark blue eyes" like Wace: it's a match).

I don't think Deirdre was "expelled" because she wrote she was raped by Wace in her journal. Even if she did write it, the UHC just doesn't let people go that easily. At the same time, i don't know what she could have done/seen that would convince Wace and Mazu to let her go instead of just killing her. It's not like they're not capable - Flora said she witnessed someone being killed. That would have been when she was at Chapman Farm, between 2002 and 2007. Could be either MCB (the "golden prophet") or, if she's dead, Deirdre.

Cherie's name might actually be Cheryl like Abigail thought she remembered, and it's why Strike and Robin can't find her.

Not many thoughts about Jordan-the-teenager. I think Paul will be a dead end - Sheila said "he wasn't right", so possibly mentally ill, his testimony might be useless… but might also not be (it's Strike after all, the disabled often play a crucial role). It's just that we already have so many characters testifying, i wonder if one more wouldn't make things too easy for Strike and his seems to easiest to chuck out.

#trg #trg spoilers #the running grave #cs #cormoran strike

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