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babacontainsmultitudes · 8 months

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Let's Talk About Lincoln And His Dads, Okay?

I think people claiming that Lincoln and Grant "aren't so different after all" because, like everyone else in the show, they both have blood on their hands, have mostly missed the mark on where the core of Lincoln's issues with his dad(s) lie in the first place.

Moreover, I'm tired of people insinuating that Lincoln's troubles pale in comparison to Normal's or Scary's or Hermie's, and I'm tired of people saying that Lincoln is overreacting, or that Lincoln is a hypocrite for calling out his dad's behavior, or that he is in the wrong for setting boundaries, or that he's ungrateful, or that he's responsible for ensuring his dad's emotional wellbeing and not the other way around!

*breathes* So let's. Let's finally talk about Lincoln and Grant (and Marco also him).

[WOAH THERE! Hey you, yeah you, this is a long-ass post, mhm, it's one of those, so please keep that in mind before venturing below the cut. Maybe grab yourself a drink or a bite to eat first, yeah? Additionally, sorry the transcript stuff is a bit messy in this one, tumblr has a 30 image limit and well, I had to find workarounds. Also, I haven't yet added alt text for the transcript screenshots- I plan to when I have a bit more energy for it, but I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause in the meantime!]

Part 1/4: "Honesty is hardly ever heard, and mostly what I need from you"

Lincoln is certainly a pacifist at heart (in more recent times important examples of this include Lincoln's refusal to harm Scary in the Swallows household, as well as Lincoln being the only one of the teens to successfully avoid using violence in front of d00d during their most recent standoff with Willy), and in good paladin fashion functions as the group's moral compass the majority of the time.

Despite this, Lincoln's morals are not so simplistic and idealistic as to not differentiate between different motives for violence, nor does he view acts of violence in and of themselves as signs that a person is "evil" or "irredeemable". He can for example, see the difference between the acts of Willy and those of the kiddads, as he tries to explain when confronted by the other teens on the matter:

In fact, even after Grant tells Linc all of this during the incursion:

Lincoln's primary goal is still to save his dad first and foremost, then offer him the room to explain himself, without immediately chalking him up as a bad person because of what he has done.

Lincoln certainly doesn't approve of Grant and his violence, though he can understand that things are seldom black and white. But the killing is far from the only issue here. In fact, it's not even the main issue.

Grant creates a foundation based on trust and accountability whose importance in the Li-Wilson household is hammered in from the very first episode.

And we see throughout the early episodes of the season just how strongly Lincoln believes that Grant would never lie to him.

Then of course the incursion point encounter happens. There are several elements of this encounter that we will gloss over for now and go back to later, but of immediate importance is the fact that this interaction serves as direct confirmation for Lincoln that his dad has in fact been lying to him his entire life.

Additionally, he learns that Grant possesses a deep hatred of himself, wants to die, perceives himself as "broken beyond repair", and fears that Lincoln will somehow wind up just like him. That's a lot for one kid to have dropped on them, let alone all at once and without warning!

So- Lincoln wants to confront his dad after this both because he wants his dad to explain himself and take accountability for his dishonesty and for his actions more generally, and because he is concerned for his dad's wellbeing.

Now let's look at how Grant has, over the course of the season, responded to Lincoln's attempts to get him to take responsibility for his actions, and talk about his mental health:

The first thing Grant does is pull a classic Wilson "we'll talk about it later". Then the very next thing he does is lie to Lincoln again, now pretending that his plan is to fix things with Erin by offering her a gift (when of course he's actually set out to steal the sun)

Then as a deflection when Lincoln further tries to confront him about the lying, he indirectly equates everything he has kept secret from Lincoln (see the incursion point stuff) to "little white lies" and, contrary to the philosophy he so heavily instilled in Lincoln, argues that sometimes lying can protect the people one cares about:

Which as a point of interest I would like to compare and contrast to something Lincoln says in an earlier episode:

"lies can protect" vs "protecting is also trusting"- anyways moving on,

From there Grant's plan to steal the sun eventually comes to light (heh) and gets foiled, forcing the teens to be the mature ones in the situation and try to negotiate something with Erin. While he is certainly disappointed by everything going on, however, Lincoln's priorities vis-à-vis Grant are still, first and foremost, to ensure that he is safe, and when time allows for it get an apology from him and get him to talk openly about everything he has withheld. At this point in time Lincoln, while obviously angry at his dad, still very clearly cares about his dad and just wants to be able to talk with him without all the lies or deflection or excuses.

Then the teens are backed into a corner when their attempts at negotiation go sour, and ultimately wind up helping Grant steal the sun. Once that is over, Lincoln tries to confront his dad again, now with regards to some of the things he said about himself:

(Do note that last bit especially as it will be of relevance in the next section)

Then after Grant ignores the other teens when they try to talk to him, Lincoln calls him out and once again asks him to apologize, in part for having told Lincoln previously that they were dangerous and that he was not to hang out with them:

(as you might have guessed, Grant does not apologize).

Then it is established that the "zone of truth" in the Li-Wilson household isn't actually a spell but an agreed upon promise between Marco, Grant, and Lincoln to tell only the truth when someone calls upon the zone of truth, further cementing the degree to which honesty is an important Li-Wilson family value. Whilst in the zone of truth, however, Grant beats around the bush with regards to his intentions, and the teens ultimately decide that they do not want him to come along with them to the church of the doodler, as he is untrustworthy, in addition to Lincoln saying that he needs some space for his own sake. Grant then pretends to respect this decision, though he is in fact once again lying through his teeth, and sneaks back on later.

Before exiting the bus for the first time, however, Lincoln tries to get his dad to open up a bit about his feelings. Grant's response?

Time after time after time, Grant refuses to confront himself and address anything from what occurred at the incursion, and in fact adds on to everything with a whole new slew of lies, and with each failed attempt at connection the rift between Lincoln and Grant increases. And Lincoln, true to his values and how he was raised, is not a hypocrite in wanting openness and accountability from his dad. Lincoln is not and has never acted like he is perfect and beyond making mistakes, but Lincoln takes responsibility for his actions, even when the degree to which he is actually complicit in the crime at hand is questionable. He writes a letter to the families of the firemen because he feels responsible for their deaths. He apologizes to Taylor for lying to him about the bracelets and helps not only Taylor but also Nicky escape the clutches of the FBI, even though the consequence of doing so could easily have been his own death. When he thinks he may have inadvertently lead Hero on, his immediate decision is to take accountability for it and clear things up. All of this in addition to consistently apologizing to his friends when he thinks he may have hurt them for one reason or another.

This is also an important thing to consider when we talk about the place of violence in the show. Yes all the characters, including Lincoln himself, have had to kill at some point or another for the sake of survival and protecting the ones they love. But Lincoln does not use the blood on his hands to justify violence in future decisions. Despite the fact that he has had to kill before, Lincoln, as mentioned in the beginning of this essay, continues to try incredibly hard to act as pacifist whenever he can, choosing to protect those around him with as little collateral damage as possible. Does he have a perfect track record? No! Does he still try his damned hardest to choose kindness and mercy? Absolutely! And this is an important distinction especially between Lincoln and Grant.

And then Grant kills Terry. Now Lincoln must shift his priorities towards protecting his friends from his dad, but in running after Scary still finds himself forced to confront him. So what does Grant have to say regarding his actions?

Both Lincoln and Scary are right to be furious with this response, Terry Jr. is dead and all Grant can offer in response is what is essentially another excuse. Grant's mental state does not absolve him of responsibility or accountability for his actions, which as Lincoln points out (and repeats later) consist not only of the singular choice of shooting Terry, but of every choice he has made before and after that. "I'm sorry your dad is broken" obviously doesn't bring Terry Jr. back, but perhaps more importantly demonstrates that Grant is still not willing to reflect on his actions any further than that and work on himself moving forward.

So Lincoln does what is perhaps the most difficult thing he has done in his life, and disowns his father. This is not a rash, impulsive decision. As established, Lincoln has given Grant many chances throughout the season to address his behavior and at least fucking *talk* with Lincoln about his mental state, but he refused. He refused, not because he means harm, but because Grant truly believes himself to be fundamentally broken and irreparable, and doesn’t see the effect that his own suffering is having on his son. This, in addition to continuously failing to take Lincoln seriously and treat him as more than a little kid, both in failing to listen to Lincoln's voices of concern as well as in disregarding any of his proposals to go about things differently (whether that means avoiding violence, trusting rather than lying, or both).

So when Lincoln says:

"It's not about what you just did now, Dad. It's all your choices. You chose me. There wasn't some passion, or, or just a kid. You chose me as your kid, knowing you were broken. You can't take that back. And… I love you, and I hate that you made me love you, when… you are who you are and you knew it."

This isn't Lincoln saying that Grant should not have had a kid because he is mentally unwell or has trauma, it is Lincoln saying that Grant continues to make choices without acknowledging his agency in those choices and the effect they have on those around him, instead choosing to pin his mistakes on his perceived brokenness without any resolution to do something about that.

And before you say, "but Grant didn't have a choice in becoming Lincoln's parent since he saved him from the Titanic":

This simply isn't true, as strictly speaking there was nothing stopping Grant and Marco from putting Lincoln up for adoption if one or both of them did not feel themselves to be ready or capable of taking care of a child and

Ignoring Lincoln's exact phrasing, "choosing to be a parent" is not just about the literal choice to have a child, it's about every choice you make before and after that. It's choosing not to express your concerns over parenthood with your spouse, which based on Grant's track record:

-Is definitely in-character for him. Conversely, in Marco's case, it may be choosing not to ask your partner about their feelings on the matter (because, really, asking Grant on the spot while literally on a sinking ship if he's okay with adopting the baby they just found is kinda rough). It's choosing not to go to therapy (not that we know whether Grant specifically did/does or not but all the same). It's choosing not to apologize when your child is upset with you because of something you did. It's choosing not to take them or their friends seriously. It's choosing to lie instead of trust. It's an endless amount of choices that Grant (and Marco) made every step of the way!

As a final note for this section, what's particularly unfortunate is that even with Lincoln's disownment, Grant still has failed to show any major signs of change. Note this telling exchange (from episode 40):

Grant: I-I understand that. I just thought. Just something that just occurred to me. Hey Dood.

Dood: Yeah?

Grant: Why did you kill those two guys?

Dood: Because I love you so much and I wanted to protect you.

Grant: Okay. That's all I wanted to know.

In which Grant is still making excuses rather than owning up to or apologizing for anything or striving to change his behavior in the future. What's great about Grant's "point" here too is that the two guards that d00d killed were absolutely unnecessary deaths, so this example does anything but work in Grant's favor.

Part 2/4: "My mother hates her body, we share the same outline"

But this is only part of the problem. As aforementioned, we learn early on and see repeated on multiple occasions that Grant thinks ill of himself to the point of believing that he deserves death, and does not want Lincoln to be anything like him.

This affects Lincoln in two major ways. Perhaps most obviously, it leaves Lincoln greatly concerned for his dad's wellbeing, which in turn acts as his main motivation for trying (and failing) to get Grant to explore and explain those feelings. Additionally, however, Grant's self-loathing also has a passive but deeply damaging effect on Lincoln's self-worth. The most important indication of this is when Lincoln says:

"Okay. Look, Scary, I just... You know what? I don't even care. I just needed a friend and I don't know… I don’t know what you're going through, but… no, my dad always said you can't love somebody unless you love yourself, right? Well, last time I asked him if he loved himself, he… He doesn't. So… I don't know, so maybe he doesn't love me either. And you seem to know what that's like, and, you're my friend! You're dealing with these things and I'm just here. I just, I don't know! I don't love myself either! I don't know! But I know that more people will die if we can't do this together, and you're the only person, like, in this group— I mean you guys are, I mean— [sighs] Look, you can go. I'm not going to stop you. You go if you want to go. I'm done."

Also classic Lincoln move to say he doesn't care then proceed to hug Scary through an Eldritch Blast. In this essay, on why people misuse the word "apathy" in applying it to Lincoln,

Though the issue comes up again in a less obvious but very interesting way when Lincoln says that:

Which I assume probably seems pretty out of left field. To explain a bit what I'm trying to get at here, consider the following scenario:

Your parent, who you care about immensely, possesses certain qualities (say, idk, intrusive thoughts or mood swings or delusional thoughts or *something*) that they possess great shame over, and truly, wholeheartedly believe makes them "evil" or unlovable or even outright deserving of death. Of course, you do not believe that your parent is any of these things, it hurts to see that they feel this way about them-self, so you try your best to support them, even if you know deep down that you are their child and this should not be your responsibility. Your parent does not see the effect that their mental state is having on yours, does not take your voices of concern seriously, and mostly leaves you feeling like you are talking to a wall.

This hurts already, but it gets worse. You are your parent's child, and you are human, and so you inevitably find yourself with some of the characteristics that your parent loathes so much in them-self. Maybe you have similar thought patterns. Maybe you've made similar mistakes. Your parent doesn't love them-self because of these qualities that you now see in yourself, so how can you be sure that they do not hate you for them too? Do they believe that you deserve to die for these things as well? Your parent obviously assures you to the contrary, after all, they love you more than anything. But your parent fails to offer any meaningful line of distinction between their flaws and yours (after all, there isn't one, not really), and continues to assert that, unlike you, they really do deserve to die. Your parent is a hypocrite, and their reassurance does little to convince you.

Hopefully that makes some sense. With regards to the "dreams about killing my dads" part, mostly what I'm trying to say is that these dreams, while certainly very different from Grant's conscious thoughts about violence, still tread the line of mimicking them to some degree, and Grant's "I deserve to die because of how my brain works, don't be anything like me because that's bad!" really doesn't leave Lincoln with a healthy way to process and interpret this fact about himself, even if these dreams don't actually say anything about who he is as a person.

Anyways all that to say, on multiple levels Grant's unwillingness to even try to love himself and treat himself better has been having effects on his son that he can't even begin to realize, in addition to everything discussed in the first bit.

"But baba," I hear you say, "what about Marco? Why has Lincoln seemingly disowned both of his dads?"

Part 3/4: Three is the loneliest number

Well, I think there's a couple things going on here. For one thing, I think in a sense Lincoln sees his dads as kind of a "package deal", which is to say that from his pov disowning Grant means Marco would have to pick a side, and though it pains him immensely (as we see evidence of on several occasions), Lincoln would ultimately rather give up Marco than have Grant be left alone without either of them, because he will always love and care about Grant, and because he's selfless that way.

Additionally, for a good long while, Lincoln doesn't actually appear to harbor any resentment towards Marco:

However, this later part of the season has brought with it a new wave of disillusionment, and in its wake Lincoln has finally come to question the last major issue characterizing his relationship with his parents: social isolation.

We have known from basically the first episode of the season that Lincoln has lived a very isolated, lonely life, and that the only reason he's even going to public high school now is because he finally convinced Grant to let him:

As a side note, I have seen discussion of the fact that since Lincoln was rescued from the Titanic, it's possible that he was homeschooled solely because he did not legally exist. The above statement from Matt seems to work against this theory, in addition to the fact that if Lincoln was missing legal papers to get into elementary school... That would also prevent him from going to high school. Also, I mean. If you actually were to find an abandoned baby there's a whole legal process you're supposed to go through, and since Lincoln surely wouldn't have any close blood relatives around, that would still leave the possibility for Grant and Marco to adopt him legally if they wanted to (and if they chose not to go through said process, that's kind of on them?). Which isn't to say that this theory is out of the question, but in any case being homeschooled is one thing, whereas the actual degree of social isolation Lincoln goes through growing up is way more than just that, as we will delve into.

Now, we know that Grant eventually puts an end to Lincoln and Normal seeing each other on the basis that Lark and Sparrow are dangerous, which... Itself is actually fair tbh, in particular given what we now know about Hero. Not fair to Lincoln or Normal, obviously, but understandable. Much less acceptable, is the fact that Lincoln actually grows up without any friends his age whatsoever:

We understand of course that the motives behind this extreme social isolation are not malicious or otherwise done with ill-intent, but that doesn't make this even remotely okay! Of course then Lincoln is very clingy and perhaps even territorial over his dads, to the point where one of his biggest fears is his parents having another child who would take some of their attention away from him- they've created an environment in which they are basically all he has!

As a direct result of this, Lincoln gets lonely very easily, and when he finally does make some friends of his own, he will do anything and everything for them, even if it means risking his own life (at least then he isn't alive and lonely!)

This is also why Lincoln is so especially distraught after the loss of Mr. Kicks, a digital avatar whom he considered his best (and only) friend.

Additionally, Lincoln's fear of returning to his lonesome childhood creates an unfortunate scenario in which he cannot be honest with his dads about the fact that he is being bullied at school

Even though that is definitely the case (and in fact we see it first-hand on many occasions), because to do so would run the risk of his dads taking him out of public school, and that, to him, is worse.

Lincoln beginning to view this aspect of his childhood (the isolation but also the over-protectiveness and overbearing attitude more generally) for what it is is why Matt's intros have recently shifted from "schooled at home" to "schooled in prison", in addition to pretty directly saying that high school was like heaven compared to his home life (in episode 40), and I don't think Lincoln is even remotely in the wrong for looking back at his isolation and thinking "hey, even if you had good intentions, that was kind of fucked up actually, and I need to distance myself from you for my own sake."

Not that Lincoln wanting freedom from his overbearing dads is a new thing! I mean apart from what one can logically infer from Lincoln convincing Grant to let him go to public school, Matt does drop a bunch of telling details here and there such as Lincoln's favorite sound being "the silence of being home alone and free". It's just that now is when these feelings are finally starting to come to the surface.

It is also something that Lincoln naturally would hold against both Grant and Marco, because they are both aware of and responsible for this aspect of his upbringing (whether Marco acted actively or as an enabler in the matter notwithstanding- though I would look no further than both Grant and Marco getting red cards the one time they tried letting Lincoln play soccer with other kids to observe how that family dynamic plays out), hence feeling the need to cut himself off from the both of them in order to set a long-overdue boundary. That said, to be honest with you, I really don't think he's actually all that upset with Marco, and would mostly just like to see him again.

If the events of the Titanic help to ease any aspect of Lincoln's frustration, it would be this one. Not in the sense that it magically makes what Lincoln went through growing up okay, but it does still recontextualize Grant and Marco's degree of overbearingness and (part of) why they are how they are, and I absolutely think that Lincoln would have sympathy for that.

So, where does that leave us?

Part 4/4: What remains (+ the case study of Scary)

"But baba," you say, "Grant and Marco are not just their mistakes! They've both done so many things right as parents, and they love Lincoln more than anything!"

I turn to you, tears in my eyes. "I know," I say, "I know, but that does not contradict or erase the fact that they have inadvertently hurt Lincoln in many, many ways, and he has a right to be upset with them, and express that, and set boundaries if he feels the need to."

You sigh. "So do you think Grant is a good dad or a bad one?" you ask.

I shake my head. "He's just... He's just a dad. A dad who's had a rough swing of things from the beginning. He never meant to hurt Lincoln, and I truly believe he's got a good heart, but I want to see him try harder. I need to see him try harder than he currently is to better himself, for Lincoln's sake as much as his own."

Is... More or less how I feel. I absolutely agree that as a parent Grant obviously gives a shit, and my intention here is absolutely not to say "hey actually, Grant is awful!"

As I mentioned at the very beginning of this essay, however, collectively I have found over the course of the season that Lincoln's trauma and struggles have gone severely understated and undermined, sometimes to the point of even turning him into the bad guy or depicting him as acting dramatic for a decision that I think was very brave of him, actually. So... It does feel necessary to me to point out that, as much as I care about Grant and recognize that he's suffered immensely too, he's still made a lot of mistakes over the course of the season, and still has a lot of room to grow as a person.

As things currently are, I would not blame Lincoln if he did not forgive Grant by the end of the season. Do I think that's what's gonna happen? No lol.

If you'll excuse a mini side-tangent, because for now I don't really want to make this a separate post, the mid-season evolution of Lincoln and Scary's relationship is actually a great case study for Lincoln's capacity for forgiveness, in addition to his inability to give up on people:

Tony Pepperoni's murder is, I would argue, an attack against Lincoln most personally (relative to the other teens). Aside from Lincoln having the strongest pacifistic tendencies of the group, it's in his home, it's in front of Marco, as established in the 3rd section Tony Pepperoni, by virtue of having been over for dinners at the Li-Wilson household before, is someone Lincoln knows more personally than the other teens and one of the only people in his life he could have possibly approximated to a friend. Most importantly though, Scary goes behind Lincoln's back in letting Willy out and disclosing the location of the party, and that is a significant breach of trust.

So Lincoln kicks Scary out of the house (and more or less out of the group by extension) because protecting the others from her is the most important thing at that point in time (sound familiar?). For the next bit, Lincoln's behavior towards Scary becomes a juggling act of keeping a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't cause more harm (and yes, it's also when they are meanest with each other), but also keeping a close eye on her to look after her (a notable example of this being that he doesn't leave her behind in the hall of mirrors, even when it would have been easier and perhaps even "beneficial" to do so in the context of the anchor quest).

And yet despite all the mutual hostility, Lincoln without question also fights the hardest to get Scary back. He breaks the pick as a sign of trust (and as Freddie put it: "that's love babeeey") and to show her she's welcome back in the group, follows through on this decision despite the fact that it creates a temporary rift between him and the others (Normal and Taylor) who oppose her return (perhaps a good time to also say as a reminder that Lincoln was the most against letting Willy out in the first place), breaks a door down to protect her from Willy even when everyone else in the house treats him as crazy for doing so, refuses to fight Scary when she goes on the offense, and hugs her through a god damn eldritch blast because he can't let her leave and hurt more people but still cares about her to the point that he would literally choose to die before hurting her or giving up on fighting for her. Like, if that's not love and forgiveness, I don't fucking know what is. This in addition to him encouraging the others to go easy on her and otherwise looking out for her past that point.

So do I think Lincoln Li-Wilson has it in him to forgive Grant in spite of it all? That is a resounding yes from me. Will the events of the Titanic facilitate this if only by painting Grant's situation in a more sympathetic light and showcasing some of his virtues? Totally, I mean, there's a reason Anthony decided to make the arc go this way. But will I be a bit disappointed if this forgiveness comes without any major growth on Grant's part? Also. Also yes yeah.

MM. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO END THIS ONE TBH. Heh. Well, thank you for one thing, for taking the time to read a post this long. If you're reading this not too long after I posted it I am most definitely pacing around rn going "oh god they hate it!" but uh. Well that's a me problem lol. Anyways, I hope this proves to be at least somewhat insightful? ...Yeah no apart from that I really am struggling to end this properly and honestly I'm real sleepy lol so I'll just say again (whether you agree with the points listed here or not) THANKS FOR HEARING ME OUT Y'ALL AND TAKE CARE.

#dndads #lincoln li wilson #grant wilson #Nervous about this one! Well I always am with these but people can be a bit touchy when it comes to Grant especially so there's that.#dungeons and daddies #but what can you do ig!#marco li #long post #baba babbles #<- tag I still don't use usually smh #second section especially I think is where I'm really like- man I *hope* I'm expressing myself alright and people get what I'm laying down #scary marlowe #suuuuure yeah enough Scary here that I can tag her in I think

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 2 months

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Bingo tag game

Thanks @oh-no-another-idea here, @illarian-rambling here, @melpomene-grey here, and @mk-writes-stuff here.

I got three different types here--

Rules 1: use this link, which will generate a writing bingo card for you!

Rules 2: use this link to create a Bingo card for your WIP and/or fill out the one the person who tagged you made

Rules 3: same as 2 but with an OC

Last Bingo Game: here

TSP Bingo (blank card)

Long Bingo where I did a blank Bingo for SOTL and Carla and filled in Bingos for Kelsey, Maddie, Noelle, Xitlali, and TSP as a whole

Tagging @gracehosborn @theeccentricraven @theelfauthor @dyrewrites @badluck990 @mysticstarlightduck @elsie-writes @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @bread-roses-and-chrome

Below cut:

Filled in writer bingo for me

Filled in WIP bingo for SOTL

Filled in OC bingo for Hye-Jin

Filled in OC bingo for Alex

Filled in OC bingo for Gretel

Filled in OC bingo for Jack

Blank bingo for IWAJAD

Blank bingo for Lexi

Version 1: Writer Bingo

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Almost got a bingo noooo

If only I read more!! It's not by choice...

Version 2: WIP Bingo

SOTL

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Red for definitely, yellow for maybe.

Damn no bingo, even with the yellow.

I'd have a Bingo if I included more evil fish people but I have incorporated it yet. So I do have a Bingo if that's the case.

Version 3: OC Bingo

Hye-Jin Song (TSP)

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Bingo! Almost got two since she was originally short but I've changed that

A character I don't talk about nearly enough! I don't have any other posts exclusively about her yet :(

Hye-Jin is Lexi's lifelong friend who does not make an onscreen appearance until Part Two, though she does get a couple shout-outs in Part One.

Hye-Jin has a younger sibling, but I didn't highlight cause I'm pretty sure it meant she *is* one.

Alex Vaughn (TSP)

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I think she's just appeared in excerpts. Time to fix that!

Alex is from another universe! A chronological deviant of the duoverse of the Ceteri and Alium that we know! (In other words - it's another version of Ceteri and Alium, the duoverse, i.e. two linked universes, that's different enough due to different choices individuals made)

Gretel Küchler (SOTL)

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I may have mentioned her like once, but she was the only one who'd fill out a decent amount of the board.

Gretel is kind of obviously my Hansel and Gretel character. She's magicked, meaning she learned the skill of magic. She and her identical twin brother Hansel specialize in baking food that can help grant others temporary physical advancements.

If anyone of these end up changing and being inaccurate...I'll live it's okay I haven't written a scene with her.

Jack McDonald (SOTL)

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Haha, bingo!!

De facto MC of SOTL so far. He's appeared a lot in SOTL's excerpts.

Jack was misdiagnosed as being gifted with ice manipulation powers, due to one obvious demonstration. In actuality, he's gifted in being average at everything. This does mean he actually can do literally everything, just averagely. (In other words, Jack of all Trades)

He's not autistic as of yet but probably ADHD. Some of these may change.

My Blank Bingos

It Was All Just a Dream

I already made Bingos for my active WIPs, so here we go with this one

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It Was All Just a Dream is a story idea have had for a while that I have a draft of in the form of a short story. Short version is popular Kyla Tran goes through a night of layers of dreams that force her to reevaluate her life.

Lexi Morgan (TSP)

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I meant ace/aro and you KNOW IT

And ignore that I spelled pedestal wrong as well...

Anyway, more Lexi: OC in fifteen, OC in three, Picrew, two truths and a lie, WIP questionnaire

TSP into

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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formulauno98 · 2 years

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Once Upon a Time in Monaco | Chapter Three // Part 2

Monaco may have had a reputation for being glamorous but waking up with a hangover there had you feeling anything but. Wining and dining sponsors was starting to take its toll.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: This one is a slow burn so none

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

Thursday AM

You woke up early the following morning with a thumping headache. Hindsight was a beautiful thing and if you had known about the imminent hangover, you never would have downed that last Negroni.

Groaning as you got up out of bed, rubbing your eyes and pushing the switch to open to lavish curtains, last night came flooding back to you. You weren’t sure what to make of Toto inviting you to his apartment but you were glad you were lucid enough to decline. At best you would have woken up with an even worse hangover and at worst, who knows what could have happened between you and the handsome team principal. There was a spark there for sure but you knew it would be foolish and unprofessional to act on it.

You opened the patio door and stepped out onto the balcony, taking a moment to enjoy the sweeping view of the harbour. The grandstands were already in place ahead of the race weekend as well as a number of extremely large yachts. You were due to dine on one of them on Friday evening, again with Toto, your task being to schmooz some new sponsors. You’d brought a selection of dresses for the occasion and were looking forward to getting dressed up.

Settling on one of the loungers on your balcony you took out your phone. Surprised to see several notifications from Toto you opened up WhatsApp.

This is mortifying. Do people actually like this?

Last night came rushing back to you, you’d sent Toto one of the many thirst traps of him. Oups.

You scrolled down, Toto had seemingly discovered Tiktok and how to use it.

There are more. I look like a fool in all of them.

I’m never partying again.

Or wearing a white shirt on the podium.

Or rolling up my sleeves.

You laughed out loud at his monologue.

Y/N, are you awake?

His last text, sent at 2:31 simply read.

Let’s talk tomorrow. Good night.

You gulped, hoping he wasn’t annoyed. You always got too bold when a drink was in your hand and you should have learned your lesson by now.

You decided against a text reply as you’d be seeing him down in the paddock in an hour or so and it might be a better conversation to have in person.

Quickly getting ready you headed down to the hotel lobby to make your way to the track for the day. As always several other team members were milling about and you quickly spotted Bella, the electronics engineer who you had gotten to know in Barcelona.

"Morning Y/N! How are you? How was the dinner?" she greeted you warmly.

"I’m good thanks, how about you? “ you paused, adding The dinner was… interesting. It went well but I stayed out far too late."

"I’m good, got here late last night. Funnily enough, I saw you walking up the hill with Toto. I was having a cheeky cigarette on my balcony and heard laughing. He’s pretty easy to spot. You guys looked pretty chummy." she said, a bemused smile dancing across her face.

Caught by surprise, you tried to laugh it off, "Oh gosh, we drank a little too much so he offered to walk me back up the hill. He had to leave his car at the restaurant."

"Really?" her eyes widened, "Just the two of you? Or the UBS guys too?"

You paused again, not wanting to start paddock rumours, "All of us." A little white lie here and there wouldn’t hurt. You liked Bella but weren’t sure how much you could trust her for now.

"Oof, a fun night then? Nice of him to walk you home safe. I think he likes you." she teased.

"He’s just a gentleman, I’m sure he does that for everyone." you brushed it off.

Bella looked unconvinced, "I’ve never seen him link arms with anyone, giggling."

"He was just drunk, he could barely stand up. I was worried about him going home by himself." you lied.

"You could have gone back with him?" she said cheekily.

"Because that would be extremely professional in my third week on the job," you replied sarcastically.

"Ooh, so you would if circumstances were different?" Bella’s face lit up.

"Of course not. He’s nice but not my type, not to mention he’s virtually double my age. Him being my boss aside." you said.

“Sure, sure,” said Bella, “Joking aside, I’m glad it went well. I know you were nervous but I knew they’d be nothing to worry about. We’re laughing about him but Toto knows the art of the deal.”

“Indeed.” You replied, somewhat received the grilling was over, you added, “Are you heading to the track?”

“I’m going to a mini briefing first then yes heading down, are you going now?” She said, gesturing towards a few of her colleagues who were nearby.

“Yes I am, so I will see you down there. Nice to chat, we should try and grab drinks on Saturday night maybe?” In your current hungover state, you couldn’t think of anything worse than going out but you hoped by Saturday you’d be feeling up to it. You wanted to get to know the team better and Bella was your way into the technical side of things.

“Absolutely, I think the guys were planning something so let’s text and we’ll figure it out.” Bella smiled, “Right, I had better go, see you later Y/N”

“Sounds like a plan, see you later Bella.” You turned and made your way out of the lobby and into the sunshine.

FRIDAY AM

Yesterday had flown by, with briefing and meeting after briefing and meeting. You had barely stopped and had welcomed an early night. Waking up, you felt well-rested and eager for the day that lay ahead.

Tonight was your potential new sponsor’s yacht dinner and you wanted to make sure you were looking your best so had done a fair amount of pampering the evening before. Your dinner hosts were a fintech company who were new to the F1 sponsorship game. Having done your due diligence, you had discovered that the men you were meeting were much younger than your typical sponsors, closer to your age than Toto’s so you hoped that they would be more receptive to your negotiations than the formidable team boss’.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Toto yesterday and were still unsure how he would be when you did. You hoped that you might see him before this evening as it could potentially be a little awkward considering how things were left. Just as you were thinking about this your phone buzzed.

Y/N, are you available for lunch with TW?

It was Lara, Toto’s assistant. You quickly replied.

Yes of course, in Toto’s office? What time?

You had almost finished getting ready when your phone buzzed again. This time it was Toto.

Y/N, are you available for lunch? I’d like to see you. TW.

You’d barely pressed reply when your phone buzzed again, this time it was Lara.

Yes please, 13h00.

Scrambling to reply to both you followed up Lara’s message first with a punchy.

Great. In the diary.

You then started typing your reply to Toto.

Sounds good, I have organised it with Lara.

Again your phone buzzed twice in quick succession.

Thank you Y/N. Lara’s message was short and to the point.

Thanks. I will see you later. Toto’s message was equally as short, he was a busy man after all.

FRIDAY PM

You were sitting in your office at the track with a closed laptop, having finished up your morning’s calls and emails. Lunch with Toto was any minute now and while waiting for the inevitable knock on your office door from Lara you thought you’d take a minute to refresh your make-up.

You were midway through putting on bright red lipstick when the knock came, although it wasn’t Lara as you had suspected but in fact Toto himself.

“Y/N, are you off the phone?” His deep voice came from the other side of the door.

You hurriedly hid your make-up bag in case he opened the door, calling out “Yes sure, shall I come next door?”

“Yes please, I’ve had lunch laid out already.” Breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t seen you primping, you heard Toto’s footsteps make the short trip back to his office. Getting up from your chair, you straightened your outfit and made your way to join him.

“Hello Y/N.” Toto was sat on one side of his desk, an impressive spread of salads and quiches laid out in front of him.

“Hi, Toto. How are you?” You were slightly unnerved as Toto didn’t break eye contact as you took the seat across from him.

“Good thank you, and yourself?” He said still not breaking eye contact.

“I’m great thanks, it’s been a busy morning but I’m excited for this evening and the weekend that lies ahead.” you felt yourself rambling and feeling awkward you decided to address the elephant in the room, “How were you yesterday? I hope you weren’t feeling too rough?”

Breaking his steely gaze, Toto smiled slightly, “I was fine. I trust you were too? I was surprised not to hear from you, after your late-night message?”

Feeling slightly like he was scolding you, you retorted, “I was fine, I had meetings all day so I was short on time.” Softening slightly, you added, “Sorry I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to disturb you yesterday.”

Seemingly appeased, Toto eyed you up. “That’s very considerate. In future please let me know that you are okay, I was worried. I almost sent Lara to your hotel to check on you.”

“That’s very kind, hopefully, this evening won’t be quite so merry though. We’ll be in bed by eleven o’clock tops.” Toto’s eyes went wide, and realising your faux-pas you added, “In bed sleeping. Our separate beds sleeping.”

Toto laughed, “I know what you meant but it sounded funny. I think that would get the sponsors talking.”

Blushing, you replied, “Not in the way we want.”

“I suppose not.” Toto looked deep in thought, “Please do dig in, Lara over-ordered I think, there is enough food for at least four people here.”

Dig in you did, and you carried on chatting strategy for the evening’s dinner as you wolfed down your salads. Toto would play hardball and you would take a softer approach, offering them deal sweeteners such as paddock passes and driver meet-and-greets. Money can’t buy experiences that didn’t cost the team much at all.

“Thank you for joining me Y/N. It’s nice to be able to chat and take some time out. It feels easy with you.” Toto looked genuinely happy as he cleared his plate.

“Well thank you for inviting me, it was nice to chat too.” You smiled at him, before adding, “Sorry if I freaked you out by sending you the thirst traps the other night, I know it was somewhat inappropriate but I do think it’s important you know about them.”

“I can’t say I love them but thank you for making me aware.” Toto looked bashful, “The internet is a crazy place sometimes. Why anyone would want me like that I still don’t know.”

“Don’t be silly, have you seen yourself? It’s hardly surprising.” You tried to backtrack, hoping you didn’t sound too forward, “Look at the other team principals, there aren’t any others like you.”

“Well thank you Y/N. I’m not sure I agree but I’ll take your word for it.” Toto looked bemused. “I wonder if the others get the same treatment.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a Christian Horner thirst trap, nor do I particularly want to seek one out but in the name of research I’ll have my team look into it.” You smirked, “If I do encounter one, I will of course be expensing the therapy bill.”

“Of course.” Toto laughed, “I’m surprised you didn’t ask that after watching mine.”

“Oh.” Struggling not to laugh you joked, “Don’t worry the bill is on its way.”

“Watch out, after your Drive to Survive debut you might have some fans of your own,” Toto said cheekily.

“I very much doubt that but let’s see.” You retorted. Toto looked at you intensely and opened his mouth to say something before being interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He said, still gazing at you.

Lara opened the door, “Sorry to interrupt but Toto, it’s two o’clock, I have Dave downstairs for you, can I bring him up?”

“Shit, I lost track of the time. We have finished anyway. Could you please have someone clear lunch and then bring him up?” Toto said, hurriedly stacking cutlery.

“No problem, I’ll send someone now and stall him with a coffee,” Lara said.

“Great, thank you,” Toto said, dismissing his assistant.

“Sorry that was my fault,” you said, apologetically, helping Toto to clear his desk, neatly stacking the empty plates on one corner.

“Not at all, not at all, I enjoy our chats. You’re the only one who talks to me like I am a person and not a dragon.” Toto said.

“So you’ve said. Well, I suppose I had better head off. Can I take any of this?” You asked, standing up and gesturing at the plates.

“No, no, it’s good. Lara is sending someone.” Toto waved his hands, “I will see you later in your hotel lobby at seven-thirty.”

“Thank you, Toto, see you later.” You said, making your way out of his compact office.

FRIDAY EVENING

You were almost ready, having gone back and forth in your girls’ group chat on outfits once again. This time you’d settled on a long, red ruffled slip dress from Rat and Boa. You’d picked it up in Barcelona and were excited to wear it, fashioning your hair into a sleek bun and finishing the look with some minimal gold hoops. You kept your make-up simple with winged eyeliner and your trusty red lipstick. Glancing at the clock it was seven thirty on the dot so you grabbed your clutch bag and dashed down to the lobby where you immediately spotted Toto, leaning casually on a marble column.

“Good evening, you scrub up well!” You said, kissing Toto on the cheek. The dinner was a black tie event and Toto had pulled out all of the stops, looking dapper in a black tuxedo, white shirt and black bow tie.

Toto looked equally as enamoured with your outfit, bending down to kiss your other cheek and taking a step back to admire your dress, “Y/N, you look like a supermodel.”

“At this height? Shhh. But I’ll take that!” You said, laughing it off.

“Honestly, you look beautiful.” He said, still looking you up and down.

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” You replied, “Shall we head off? Sorry, I’m a little late, my meetings ran late so I had about thirty seconds to get ready.”

“Yes of course. If you can look like that in thirty seconds, I’d love to see what you can do in an hour.” Toto said smoothly as you made your way out to the valet.

“Essentially this with better make-up.” You batted his compliment off, concerned you were quickly getting into flirting territory once again.

“Better? This is perfect.” He said sweetly, as the valet pulled up in his classic Mercedes.

You almost had deja-vu as Toto helped you into the passenger seat, this time taking his time to tuck your dress into the footwell.

“Thanks, Toto,” you said as he closed the door, rushing around to the driver's seat.

“For what?” He asked, as he started the engine and pulled out of the hotel driveway.

“For coming to collect me, I could have got a car or a taxi.” You turned to him, “It’s very kind of you.”

“Well, it looks strange if we arrive at different times. You’ll see as time goes on that our team is a family and we always try to convey that to the outside world, especially to sponsors and partners.” He said effusively.

“It really is lovely,” you said, turning back to gaze out of the window at the spectacular marina view, “Monaco is so beautiful, I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“You think? It is too built up for my liking.” Toto said, “I prefer the scenery about twenty minutes down the coast where it’s more rugged.”

“Interesting,” you said, “I’ll have to check it out sometime.”

“I can show you if we ever have time.” He smiled.

“I’d like that,” you continued looking out at the view, “So, I’m thinking we lay off the negronis tonight?”

“For sure, I don’t think I could stomach it. I’ll be on champagne and sparkling water only.” He said, somewhat apologetically.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ll be the same, I don’t want to fall off the boat.” You teased.

“Yes that wouldn’t be the wisest course of action,” he chuckled.

As Toto drove down the winding roads towards the marina, you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the dusky views. You glanced down as he shifted gears and couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was on the gearstick, gulping as you thought about the fact that he’d easily be able to wrap his hands around your waist. Not one to miss a trick, he caught you staring, “I know it’s an odd gearstick, not the easiest to drive to tell you the truth.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that he thought you were interested in the car you replied, “Yes, very unusual. I can’t say I’ve ever seen one like it.”

You carried on discussing classic cars for the rest of the journey, Toto incredibly animated as he spoke about his love for all things motoring. You were surprised to learn that had a small but impressive collection of fifties and sixties sports cars as well as a few motorbikes. He was clearly a man who enjoyed the finer things in life without being flashy. His garage comprised of Mercedes, Porsches and an old Ferrari, not the brash Lamborghinis, Paganis and McLarens that lined the streets of Monte Carlo.

It wasn’t long before you reached the Yacht Club with Toto pulling up to the valet service. You hopped out, making sure not to tangle your dress as Toto handed the keys over. You took in your surroundings, not sure in which direction to look, never having been this close to so many super yachts. Ever the gentleman, Toto made his way around to the passenger side of the car and stuck his arm out for you to help walk across the floating marina tiles.

"I think they will be somewhere over there." he pointed down one of the outer avenues of the marina towards a few of the larger yachts.

"Not too far then," you replied with a smile.

Just as you started to make your way towards the floating platform an extremely tanned, smartly dressed man approached you.

"Good evening Mr Wolff, Madame. Please let me show you the way," he said, gesturing for you to follow him down the route you had already been heading.

"Thank you," said Toto politely, turning to wink at you, knowing full well that he knew the way without directions.

It wasn’t long before you reached the impressive yacht that was to be your venue for the evening. It was one of the largest boats in the marina and was sparkling with lights strung across the deck. Tinkly piano music was already playing and you could hear the buzz of voices and glasses clinking from the other side of the deck.

As you made your way up the ramp you were suddenly not sure of the correct yacht etiquette, knowing that you normally remove your shoes once on deck. You decided you’d take Toto’s lead on this one and waited to see what he would do.

Fortunately, your dilemma was quickly solved as Toto knelt down next to a basket of shoes. You quickly followed suit and divested yourself of your sparkly sandals. The first hurdle complete, Damian, your host for the evening then sauntered around to greet you.

"Mr Wolff, Miss Y/N, lovely to meet you at long last." he stuck out a hand to shake Toto’s before greeting you with double kisses.

"Likewise, this is a beautiful boat, it’s such a treat to be invited to dinner," said Toto.

"She’s not bad is she?" Damian chuckled, "Please follow me, we’re waiting for two more then we will start serving."

As you followed Damian around towards the front deck you took in the luxurious surroundings. The deck was immaculately teaked and lit with golden lights on each side. Too distracted for your own good, you tripped up a small stair.

"Are you okay?" Toto whispered, putting his hand on the small of your back protectively.

"Yes, too busy admiring the scenery," you mumbled, a little embarrassed by your slip-up, a tingle running down your spine as Toto’s hand lingered on your back.

“It happens to the best of us.” He said kindly, dropping his hand and allowing you to continue following Damian around to the front deck where the dinner was taking place. A large white tablecloth-adorned table greeted you, laid out with impressive floral arrangements and glittering candles. Damian had pulled out all of the stops.

The table was set for at least twenty, you tried to count the chairs but lost count after fourteen, with well-dressed guests milling about. No sooner had you come around the corner than several heads whipped around, clearly noticing Toto. He was a man who commanded attention wherever he went and you spent the next ten minutes being greeted and introduced to everybody on board.

It wasn’t long before a gong sounded, signifying it was time to sit down for dinner. You searched for your name on the place cards and weren’t surprised to see that you were seated in between Damian and Toto. You made to pull out your chair but ever the gentleman, Toto got there first, making sure you sat before he did.

“Thank you, Toto, such a gentleman,” you smiled, as he settled down beside you.

“I try,” he smirked.

———

You spent the next hour being wined and dined by Damian and his team. Fortunately, he was an interesting man and time flew as you chatted all about his business and what he could bring to the table for your team. Toto was engrossed in conversation with Damian’s business partner who was sat opposite so you were alone in discussing the logistics of the deal.

It wasn’t long before dinner was wrapped and the evening was quietening down. Toto had turned his attention to you and Damian, keen to close the deal before the end of the night. You were glad that he now trusted you enough to take the lead on this and Damian agreed to your terms in no time at all, calling for one more bottle of champagne to be brought over to celebrate.

As you said cheers Toto caught your eye, smiling proudly. You met his gaze and smiled back before knocking back your final glass of champagne. It had gotten cold on the yacht as the evening had darkened and you were shivering slightly in your strappy dress, eager to make a move. Noticing this, Toto began to steer the conversation towards an endpoint and it wasn’t long before you were making your move back to dry land.

“You look so cold Y/N, please take my jacket.” He said kindly as you both knelt to put your shoes back on.

“No, it’s cold, you should keep it! It’s not far back to the car.” You said, your voice shaking as your teeth slightly chattered.

“Nonsense,” Toto said, removing his jacket and gently draping it around your shoulders. “Here, you need it more than I do.”

“Thank you, Toto,” you said, “You’re too kind.”

“It’s the least I could do, thanks to you we landed a new sponsor who is going to be a great fit.” He said in a hushed tone, conscious you were still on Damian’s boat.

“Fingers crossed,” you said, getting up and starting to make your way back down the ramp to the marina, careful not to lose your footing. Toto quickly followed, making your way back towards the valet.

“By the way, my driver is going to collect us as I’ve had some champagne,” Toto said.

“You have a driver?” You said incredulously, before realising of course he would.

“Yes, only on special occasions though, I should have thought ahead the other night but didn’t plan for the negronis.” He said bashfully.

“That’s cool, I didn’t plan for that either.” You said, laughing at the memory of you both staggering back up the hill, “I had fun though!”

“So did I Y/N.” he smiled, before adding “Oh he’s here already.”

You followed Toto towards a black Mercedes saloon, the driver hopping out to greet you both. “Good evening Mr Wolff, Miss Y/N.”

You slid into the back seat, surprised to see Toto follow you in through the same door, making you move across.

“Sorry Y/N, this is bad manners but it’s cold.” He said guiltily, settling down beside you.

“Not at all, would you like your jacket back?” You asked.

“Please keep it for the ride, we’ll drop you off first,” Toto said, murmuring your hotel address to his driver.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You said before turning towards him, a glint in your eye, “Now that we’re off the boat, what did you think of Damian?”

Toto paused, measuring his words, “I liked him, he’s very Silicon Valley but he seems like a good man. I’m looking forward to seeing him in the paddock, he enjoys Formula One and racing, it’s refreshing. What did you think?”

“I would agree, he was very down-to-earth. I think he was in awe of you.” You said.

“Do you think?” Toto smiled, “I thought he was in awe of you, he couldn’t stop staring at you all night.”

“That’s only because I was sat next to you and was in the way.” You laughed, “As you said, he appreciates his racing. He was so impressed that you were such good friends with Niki. He kept asking me about him.”

“Interesting,” Toto’s eyebrow raised, “I think he was more impressed by your red dress but we’ll beg to differ. Niki would have liked you, you know.”

Surprised by this admission, you replied, “Do you think?”

“I know, and not just because of the red dress.” He laughed, “You’re very straightforward and don’t bullshit like so many other Comms people. It’s a skill.”

“Thank you, that means a lot,” you said, not sure what to make of his compliment. “I would have loved to have met him, he sounded like a cool guy. It must be horrid not having him around.”

Toto sighed, “Yes, I miss him every day. There are always so many things I wish I could ask him.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, lightly placing your hand on Toto’s where it rested on the middle seat, “These things never get any easier but hopefully we can get back on top and create some new happy memories in his honour.”

“I hope so,” Toto said, flipping your hand and squeezing it in his. “Let’s hope tomorrow and Sunday bring some success.”

———

SUNDAY EVENING

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be, a poor qualifying was followed with Lewis finishing P5 and George P7 in the race, far from the championship-contending victories your team desperately needed. Morale was low and after getting a dressing down from Toto and the Chief Engineer in the post-race debrief, the team were not in the mood to celebrate. Drinks with Bella and the team had never happened and the air was thick with frustration. The graft had started for Baku and you were thankful to be flying out of Nice airport.

Still perplexed by Toto and his flirty but gentlemanly nature you’d laid low during the race weekend, making sure all contact went through Lara. Your next one-on-one wouldn’t be until the Friday before Baku so you had plenty of time to get your thoughts in order.

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byemizumikahago · 8 months

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UPDATE: Some of Mizumi's AO3-essay's comments + more!

I talked about Mizumi deleting the AO3 version of her 2nd anti-komahina essay, and all of the comments along with it. I still haven't found an archive of it, but that's alright, because thanks to a very helpful source (you know who you are, and thank you again SO MUCH), screenshots of some of the more important comments are still alive.

And that's not all! The very helpful source (once again, thank you so SO much) has supplied other screenshots of mizumi's interactions over the years, as well as various other miscellaneous stuff. They also provided context to each one, so I'll be using quotation marks and italicized text to quote exactly what they said.

The grooming victim's name will continue to be censored in blue, so that you can tell when it's their name being censored vs. other stuff.

So, without further ado, here are all the screenshots they provided:

These are the types of comments mizumi said she received here, and, yeah, it proves that mizumi didn't lie/fake these screenshots. I've checked both of these accounts' histories, and they both seem legit; not a sockpuppet account.

(PS: Bcuz this still needs to be stated, do NOT go and harass these people. Yes, I know some of the stuff they said isn't very great (especially the one faking DID), but the point of showing their usernames isn't to send people after them, it's to prove that they are real people, and not just alt accounts made by Mizumi. Do not take what is meant to educate as an excuse to harass people, thank you.)

The screenshots from this post, but without the AO3 account deleted, + Mizumi's dms to christy afterwards.

"This was everything I remember she sent regarding the ao3 essay. [She] Sent these around December of last year."

"She claimed to have been harassed and witch-hunted in this post. She'd told me she experienced excessive harassment (which I know now is likely untrue), and sent stuff like this to try corroborating it a lot."

"Something sent in a similar spirit"

"And here is Mizumi having her [EX] friends defend her.

That said: I don't fault the two friends in these screenshots. I truly believe they were lied to and/or threatened, as she had done to me and the reddit moderator."

(IMPORTANT: Both of these people are no longer friends with Mizumi. So don't go and harass them, they have not done anything wrong.)

"I also want to share this. The behavior I witnessed and experienced aligns with this, and I think it's so important for everyone, especially younger people, to be aware.

Based on the last post, it looks like she's still interacting with minors, even after promising not to do so again; this is very scary to me.

I think they all need to be aware of it, especially if they may not be familiar with abusive behavior. This is without getting involved of course, as this kind of thing can be dangerous for a younger person."

(OCTOBER 7/8 EDIT): "You're going to meet many people in life. Some will be lifelong friends, others will leave a lasting impact on who you are. Unfortunately, some of those people you meet will end up being predatory or abusive in some way. With the internet becoming more prominent, predators now have more access to potential victims than ever. For that, I think it is crucial that everyone, namely children, are aware of the grooming stages. https://www.rainn.org/news/grooming-know-warning-signs If this has or is currently happening to you, please let a trusted adult or loved one know. You are not to blame for what you've endured, and you shouldn't have to continue suffering. You should never have to keep a relationship of any kind secret from trustworthy loved ones, nor be afraid to set boundaries. If you're a child, please understand that it isn't acceptable for adults to behave inappropriately towards you. They should not be leaning on you for emotional support nor making you uncomfortable in any way. If you are a survivor and don't have a support system, I'll be linking some support networks below. https://helpingsurvivors.org/grooming/ https://www.rainn.org/ Here is a tip line for those in the United States https://tips.fbi.gov/home"

#mizumikahago #mizumi kahago #danganronpa #screen shots #ao3 #archive of our own

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skorchinq · 10 months

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Bows Only: Third Time’s the Charm

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Not only did we have a free Faruzan and a Ganyu banner in 3.6, but 3.7 brought the Ibis Piercer bow in the event and the third Yoimiya banner since this account began. Which of these banners will prove fruitful? Will we get Ganyu? Will Yoimiya finally come home after dodging us twice? Let’s find out...

First thing’s first, finally did the ascension quest! It brought us up to world level 7 and AR 52-- but nearly 53.

and of course, it didn’t take much longer to actually reach 53...

After this, I did something I haven’t done on this account in a long time... I actually played the Archon quest.

Excuse me sir... sir?

Got this crazy screenshot with two Paimons. Woah

Omgoose Hi Kujou Saraaaa hi hiiiii :3

I once again forgot my name was DavidBowie and choked

But anyways look at this incredible Ganyu piece I got!!

Our first max ascension character has got to be Amber, of course. And we’ve finally done it!

We even made some progress in the Abyss!

And after ages, I finally got the Inazuman craftable bow. It’ll be good for Yoimiya... one day...

We got the Liyue statues all the way up to Level 9! Which means we can finally complete chapter 8 of the adventurer’s handbook!

We’re pretty close to finishing chapter 9, too...

Oh I forgot about this until I found the screenshot making this post... this had me cackling. Someone joined my world, asked one question, and left...

idk guys, they may claim to be a simple wanderer who idolizes Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok, but I kinda get the feeling that... do you think they might actually be Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok??? I dunno...

Anyway I finished chapter 9

And got Tartag to max ascension!

And Kujou Sara to max friendship!

I then got a 5* on the standard banner! Can you guess who it was?

I hate everything

Back to the Archon Quest! Hi Teppei!!!

Bye Teppei I left to do the Brewing Developments Event

Ok we’re back! Hi Gorou!

Also this guy...

Don’t lie to me Nathan. I know what you are

Yes that’s right. Our time to fight side by side with Gorou has finally come. Not like he’s been here since the very beginning or anything

Venti’s max ascended!!

And I got a northlander billet fighting Boreas! since we already have all 3 bows that use it, we’ll use this to refine Amber’s weapon.

Teppei you goof

Gorou is max friendship as well!

It was then... that we finally got Ganyu!!

and a couple Fischl cons to boot!

And oh Archons we are at World Level 8.

Well, it should be no issue now that we have Ganyu. She’s strong, graceful, and most of all...

She’s great for collecting pigeon meat :)

Anyway. I got another gold on the standard banner, but unfortunately it ended up being nothing more than weapon fodder...

After that, we did the Interdarshan Championship event and got our free Faruzan!

I scrambled to get that event done in a single day... and in 3.7, the King of Invocations event was the same. tbh I was pretty burnt out w/ genshin for a while, I probably would have skipped the 3.7 event entirely if it weren’t for the fact that it gave a bow. I didn’t even bother to screenshot it cause it was late and I forgor. I did get it tho. It’ll be a nice Tighnari weapon when we get him.

And of course, given my pity was reset when I got Ganyu and I wasn’t playing much, it should come as no surprise that... yeah, I didn’t get Yoimiya on her banner. I did get her somewhere else, though!

You can’t escape me in TCG, at least.

Hey, we’ll get her next time. Fourth time’s the charm, right?

Now, 4.0′s coming up, and we’ve got both Yelan and Lyney to go for... I’m going to pull for Yelan first, but should we manage to get her I’ll pull for Lyney after! Since starting this account a year ago, we’ve lost every single 50/50 to Jean... but this patter will finally change on Fontaine. I believe it! I’m manifesting it!!! We WILL get Yelan!!! ...or at least lose the 50/50 to Tighnari instead!

Look, my standards are really low at this point. I just want bow characters man

Also fun fact! I’ve been trying to post this update for literal weeks, but I was experiencing some uhhh. technical difficulties

See, the post editor on web doesn’t let me add alt text. Everywhere on the internet says that there should be an icon with three dots you can click to add the alt text but there. is not. It doesn’t matter if I hover over or click the image, it doesn’t change, there is no icon to click on the image anywhere. But that was fine because it still worked just fine on mobile! So what I’d do for previous posts in this series is make the first draft of the post on web (because that’s where all the screenshots are), save, and then go back and edit the draft on mobile, adding alt text IDs then.

And here’s where the problem arises: recently, for no apparent reason, I can no longer edit or post drafts on Tumblr mobile. I can view my drafts. I can open them. I can change things. But no matter if I hit save changes or post now or anything else, Tumblr then experiences an error, it doesn’t post, and none of my changes are saved. It just goes back in my drafts the way it was before I edited it.

So, if I can’t edit drafts on mobile, I’ll have to do it on web. I quickly tested to make sure it worked, and it did! But I still. can’t add alt text in the tumblr post editor.

Until I had the idea to add alt text not through the post editor but through the Inspect element! Once again, I tested it out and it seemed to work. Adding alt text through the inspect element on web and then saving caused that alt text to show up when viewing the draft on another device! So, I finally was able to finish the post! Literally the day Fontaine drops!

I’m thinking of liveblogging my Yelan pulls. Which will be in like half an hour lol. So! Stay tuned for that!

#Bows Only #Genshin Impact #Ganyu #Gorou #Kujou Sara #Yoimiya

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fuzzyfoe · 2 months

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Hello!! These daily creatures are so cute and creative! I miss seeing your aesthetic reblogs from your alt though. Are you going to come back to it? Hope you have a good day :)

Is @fuzzthetic the blog you're talking about?

I have a new blog now where I'm reblogging a bunch of rainbow and kidcore stuff, it's @rainbowsprimkle if you're interested. I'm actually reblogging from some blogs to this blog that I was afraid to reblog from before, because before when I just had one blog where I was reblogging any kind of image I liked to it regardless of what category it fell into that included things like knives, bloody skulls, etc. because those are things that I thought looked cool. For other blogs that primarily post things like kidcore, however, they may not feel comfortable seeing those kinds of things mixed together, so I wouldn't reblog from certain blogs out of fear of getting blocked. Now that I have a whole separate blog for it though, I feel a lot more comfortable interacting with all kinds of people through this blog because I know it wouldn't risk those people coming across an image that they find disturbing or makes them uncomfortable as much, and it feels a lot less like I'm pushing people's boundaries.

If you're more interested in the other types of images I would often reblog to that blog (which includes weirdcore, random trinkets, random web graphics, liminal spaces, pictures of knives and swords, some picture of a fungus, etc.) I've just been reblogging those kinds of images to @clownmeatpizza which is just my blog for reblogs that don't fit with my other blogs. Most of it is under the "clown meat queue" tag as that is the tag that I give to all of the posts on that blog that were queued posts, though some posts in that tag are self-reblogs from my other side blogs so not everything will be an aesthetic post, some if it will be reblogs of my art and/or gifs. If you'd really like to see ONLY those kinds of aesthetic posts though without any of the memes and text posts and whatever show/game I'm currently obsessed with whenever I come online, I'll consider making another side blog that's just for miscellaneous aesthetic stuff.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little surprised that anyone actually misses that clusterfuck of an "aesthetic blog" I had. There are blogs for people who like seeing cute plushies and there are blogs for people who like seeing old web graphics and there are blogs for people who like seeing pictures of dirt and raw meat, but you usually don't see each and every one of those things on a single blog if it's meant to be an aesthetic blog and not just a general-purpose blog. And there may be several people who might enjoy two or more of those different aesthetics, but I can't imagine anyone would enjoy EVERY type of thing that gets posted there unless they're actually a clone of me, and there's bound to be at least one type of aesthetic on that blog that would make people no longer interested in following it even if what that aesthetic is is different for each person who comes across the blog.

#asks

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#id in alt text #had to fill out my 24th copy of the same diagnostic questionnaire today and i am. feeling some ways #your irregularly scheduled reminder that the history of psychiatry in general & the DSM specifically is just #just. utter trash. clinical psychology is just philosophy. but with less basis in fact and more credentials #obv ''not all shrinks'' etc but i'm talking systemically. the system we're subject to is so estranged from us #that to make it serve its function we're forced to take it by the hand & honey our words to satisfy it #hate the multiple-choice outside-in observation-over-experience approach of the whole medical field #esp when it comes to neurodivergence (of all kinds)#anxiety & depression questionnaires make no distinction between the disorder & the maladaptive coping strategies #that you may or may not have painstakingly unlearned. so like. me with 12 years of therapy under my belt #trying to get medication for my neurochemical imbalance that causes overwhelming feelings of anxiety #just like 😐#gotta lie to get them to believe you're telling the truth. gotta know how to read their cues to prove things like #''i don't know how to read neurotypical cues''#anyway i could say a lot and maybe i will another time but yk what i'm getting at #have a semi-humorous tumblr meme #linden's originals #nd things

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skellebonez · 3 years

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So, I have a weird request: Mei, Jin and Yin with 28 and 50. I fell victim of my own au and now I just want these three to be friends and cause mayhem.

Ok, you both sent me these SO CLOSE TOGETHER BY CHANCE that I had to combine them. This is the most prompts I have shoved into one fill and I consider this an achievement.

You call this luck? No, this is all skill./That cute act is all just a lie./I was not expecting that to work as well as it did./Ok, who gave out my number? I have 12 missed calls, 4 voicemails, and 75 unread texts!/No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.

“Ok, who gave out my number?” Mei asked as she slammed the door to Jin and Yin’s workshop open with a harsh kick that sent it slamming into the wall, a scowl on her face. She wasn’t particularly angry, just annoyed, but they didn’t have to know that yet. “I have 12 missed calls, 4 voicemails, and 75 unread texts! I had to change my number because before I cleared the first set of notifications I had over 80 each!”

“How do you know it was us?” Jin asked defensively from his spot sitting on the nearest table, and Mei allowed her face to fall into an deadpan expression, raising just one eyebrow.”... ok, fair, it was Yin.”

“Hey!” Yin yelped as he rolled out on a skateboard from... whatever in the world it was he was working on. “Why are you calling me out like this? I thought you were my brother!”

Mei watched at the two got up from where they sat, getting in each other’s faces and arguing about “brotherly betrayal” and if she was being honest Mei almost thought that this would have been nearly enough to make up for her needing to change her number for the first time in years. Almost. It was when Jin yelled “That cute act is all just a lie!” and Yin gasped in offense that she decided she had enough amusement for the moment and whistled as loud as she could to get the twin’s attention.

“Alright gentlemen, may I ask why my phone number was leaked in the first place?” Mei asked slowly, gaze firmly centered on Yin.

“... In my defense, I didn’t post it publicly,” Yin said as he held up his hands in surrender. “I only gave it to one person and they said they were a friend of yours because I needed some tech they had and they said it was payment for the favor!”

“One person made 82 calls?” Jin asked with a look of disbelief and horror on his face. “Who has time for 82 phone calls?”

“They’re all spam bot calls and texts, it isn- Wait, go back a second,” Mei held up a hand, gesturing for Yin to speak again. “Who said they were a friend of mine?”

“A streamer guy, Bo-something?”

“BoFullStrike,” Mei said with venom lacing her words, a low growl sounding in the depths of her check. “Of course it was Bo, he’s been trying to get back at me for beating him at his best game for like 2 weeks now since our crossover stream like the sore loser that he is. He’s been trying to spam my email this entire time, apparently spam is how he gets revenge.”

“Is his name actually Bo?” Yin asked in curiosity.

“No, it’s just his screen name, but lets not get distracted!” Mei smirked, walking up to the twins and putting her arms around their necks in a half hug each. “To make up for ruining my phone, and because you like me, you two are going to help me get back at him so he will just leave me in peace.”

“Uh,” Jin and Yin looked at each other, then back at Mei and Jin continued. “Is, you know... Macaque gonna have to know about this? We’re already kind of in deep water with him as it is and-”

“No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.”

“And why am I being pulled into this?” Jin asked with a sigh.

“You two are a package deal.”

Mei had to admit, when the demon bros had someone who knew how to make a plan for them? They were scary good at what they could do. All three of their technological knowledge combined was a terrifying force to behold, and Mei could see they weren’t too shabby with designing things they weren’t tech itself either. The three of them, both Jin and Yin in their human forms, were disguised so well that Mei almost didn’t recognize her own reflection in her wig and make up. It was perfect!

What was also perfect was the absolute chaos erupting in the internet cafe they had tracked BoFullStrike down to. He really should take internet security a little more seriously, it was far too easy...

Just as it was far too easy to remote connect to the computer he was using to practice his gaming in on an alt account and completely mess with all of his controls and download some nasty nasty viruses onto it from the other side of the building. They weren’t anything too hard for the cafe to get rid of, and it wasn’t anything that would affect the entire computer network, but it was just enough to make the cafe owner pissed off enough to kick him out (that would have made her feel bad if she didn’t know Bo also lived on his own in his own house on his parent’s dime and only came here so no one would track his ISP to alt accounts, and that there were 20 other such cafes in the city for him to move to).

Now the other streamer was angrily stomping out of the building passing by the chaos trio and would have not even been aware of their involvement had Jin and Yin not yanked him half a foot into the (admittedly brightly lit and easy to see into) alleyway beside the cafe.

“Hey, BO,” Mei said with a smirk as the twins held an arm each for extra security. Like bouncers. Or very strange bodyguards she didn’t actually need. “Still angry I beat you in front of all your followers huh?”

“You!” Bo, or whatever his actual name was Mei didn’t care enough about this to remember that, said after a moment of confusion when he recognized her voice. “You humiliated me on purpose! Just like last time!”

“This time yes, that time? No, you humiliated yourself behind the scenes when you started trying to sign me up for car insurance scams,” Mei said with a sigh. “Look, guy, just leave me alone. No one except you cares that I beat you in a few matches at a game I was already on the leader boards for.”

“You just got lucky!” He scoffed, pulling his arms and tensing with a fearful look as he realized he couldn’t move.

“You call this luck? No, this is all skill,” Mei said with a smirk as she held up her phone and Bo’s face went white as a sheet at the information scrolling on the screen. “Yeah, you should probably invest in something. Like a firewall. A VPN. Literally anything. This was not hard to find at all. Dude, I kinda feel bad that you’re so bad at tech security so I am doing you a favor, just leave me alone and I will literally give you a high tech security system and never speak to you again.”

“Or... what?” Bo said with a shake. “You’ll post all my info online?”

“Hell no!” Mei winced with a disgusted look, shaking her head. “You’re being an asshole, but I’m not evil! I was just gonna sign you up for spam too until you took my offer. Ew.”

“Oh... well... I guess... sure?” The man looked mostly confused more than anything else, shrugging as much as he could before Jin and Yin let him go. “That’s... really it?”

“Yeah, dude, I didn’t want that much revenge just a little bit. Like I said, stop signing me up for spam and I will never speak to you ever again.”

“... OK,” Bo said, and yelped as Mei tossed some kind of USB drive at him. “Uh-”

“You have everything you need in there,” Mei said with a shrug, waving him off.

Bo shrugged again, still looking incredibly confused as he ran off, muttering something like “ok maybe that was kind of badass I guess” under his breathe.

“I was not expecting that to work as well as it did,” Mei said with a laugh, holding up both hands to either side. “Good job, my dudes, you are off the hook.”

Both twin’s palms met her own in very satisfying high fives, and all three thought they should totally team up for stuff like this more often.

(The next day BoFullStrike sent her an actual email with a proper apology.)

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #cursed au #gen fic #mei #long xiaojiao #jin and yin #the chaos trio #that is what i am calling them #prompt fill

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vixenpen · 3 years

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Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

#dabi x black!reader #dabi x reader #flirting #first dates #bnha fluff #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #dabi scenarios #touya todoroki #mha headcanons #black writers #curvy reader

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fireheartfaery · 3 years

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here with open arms

hello angels! so i saw this absolutely genius post by @mistylakeee and i fell deeply in love, it was so freaking cute. my writing demon fully agreed with me because it demanded we write a fic. full and happy credits to mistylakee for the idea and thank you my darling for this genius! i hope y'all enjoy, and umm let's not lie to ourselves this is not edited, because when do i ever edit anything?

title is from the song "Open Arms" by PRETTYMUCH\

this is of course also on my ao3

[all images have alt text]

His eyes are the bluest he has ever seen them. Some mix of cold ocean and summer sky. There’s a glint in them too, one that only appears when he is running high on emotion. But today it is warranted and maybe necessary. He has been preparing for this day, quietly and steadily for months. If it goes well, if it truly works out the way he wants it— needs it to, he may finally after many long years take a rest.

Dorian Havillard looks at himself in the mirror as he shrugs on his royal coat, fastens the wyvern seal that clasps to his breast pocket, right over his heart. He feels the steady beat as his fingers fiddle with the pin. It is comforting in a way now that it never was… before. Before he almost died, before his kingdom nearly got destroyed, before before before he lost so much.

He hears the groan of the hinges and then the familiar squeak of his best friend’s wheelchair.

“You ready?”

Chaol Westfall looks absolutely dashing. Brown hair slightly longer, wrinkles around his eyes from smiling with abandon, and a small child coddled to his chest. Yrene stands slightly behind him, eyes already roving over the room. A caretaker she has always been, and a caretaker she will always be.

“Did you not sleep last night?” She frowns, looking at his rumpled sheets, the way the curtain billows in the early morning haze.

“I slept enough,” A smile tugs at his lips. “And I'm ready.” He nods at his friend. “I did everything I could.”

“That’s all that matters.” Chaol grabs his hand, squeezes gently.

He squeezes back, and then lifts his niece from her father’s lap. Her eyes are closed but he knows deep brown pools hide there. She looks so much like her mother, but she has her father’s ways. All level-headed, a fighter, determined beyond words. She was learning to run before she could crawl. She has places to be. Even her expressions, the way she can stare at you with narrowed eyes, a small smile, reminds him of Chaol when they were younger.

It delights Yrene to no extent because she feels like she’s getting a glimpse of the child her husband used to be.

“We’ll be standing on the north facing balcony.” His friend is saying, “If you get nervous or don’t know what to say, just look at us.”

Dorian can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of him. “And how will that help me?”

“I’m hoping if i make enough funny faces at you it’ll shock you into remembering whatever comes next.” The signature blank stare is settled on him and it just makes the king laugh harder. Yrene joins in and they’re loud enough it wakes his niece up. She doesn’t cry, she doesn’t even moan. She just blinks her beautiful eyes open and stares at them in curious wonder. He nuzzles his nose to her cheek before placing her in Yrene’s waiting arms.

“Okay,” He smiles at Chaol, “If I forget I'll find your funny face.”

He gets swatted on the thigh for the comment but there is so much affection swimming between them it feels exactly like warmth. He kisses both of them on the cheek, brushes cool fingers over the baby’s cheek and then he’s out of the room, guards flanking either side of him.

Today, he makes an announcement.

The throne room is empty, quiet enough that his shoes echo as they clack across the marbled floor. He had asked that no-one be present during this speech. They are to project it to the city but he does not want to be bombarded with people who have too many questions and not enough care to think about the answers. He knows, for however much Adarlan has grown, however far they have come, there are still people who wish for the old ways. And it is them who will be the noisiest about this new project. But he does not mind. Because he will prove them wrong. And he knows from the bottom of his heart how good this project is, how much it will help and heal, not just his people but other kingdoms too. He just wishes she was here to share this moment with him. But she has her own kingdom to run, and her own projects to implement. Although they had lettered back and forth for months, sometimes he misses her so much it feels as though his ribs are splintering. His body trying to duplicate itself so he can be in two places at once. Anything, it says, to be near her. He understands the feeling well. It has kept him company these long weeks.

The bell tower strikes the hand. It is time.

He steps up to the podium laid out in front of his throne. Magic covers the projections, and he sees himself on huge screens. He sees Adarlan spread before him in the open balcony that sits front and center. The thrones, his crackling blue and lined with gold, hers fire red and lined with silver do not face the middle of the room but rather the huge balcony, and it’s always open doors. They wanted to look out at the world they protect, and remember what they were fighting for.

“Hello my people,” He smiles. It is genuine, however full of longing he may be. “Today I bring you the announcement of a project I have been working on for the better part of my time as King. It is one I hold near to my heart and one I believe will finally bridge the last of the canyons the devastating war created between our great kingdoms.”

He pauses, takes a half second to breathe in the cool air. The seasons are changing, weather getting colder. He’s already asked the palace to start collecting and ordering blankets for the masses. He makes a note to ask Aelin when her Winter Ball will be. He misses his friends.

“This winter,” He looks at them, directly into the heart of his land, residing among his people. “Adarlan in collaboration with the Western Wastes, will start a massive rehabilitation programme that seeks to aid all those affected by—”

He hears a single wing beat. A strong wind stirs his lapels. He looks up, and there on his balcony in all their beautiful exquisite glory is His Queen and her Wyvern.

Manon Blackbeak looks ethereal. Her white hair blows over one shoulder. Even from here he can see the absolute gold of her eyes. She slides down from Abraxos back and Dorian forgets what living is, how to breathe, what tempo his heart should be beating at. He forgets what words are. In the middle of his speech.

She strolls towards him and he is a gaping fish, tasting oxygen for the first time. It burns at his lungs, between his ribs, in the middle of his chest.

She looks like a star, and he is every planet in the universe gravitating towards her.

He stumbles off the podium-stand towards her. She is gliding towards him. As if nothing around them is allowed to touch her until he does. Dorian sprints the final steps. And slams into Manon so hard they both crash to the ground.

He feels her nails pressing gently against his scalp, he feels their hearts pressing into each other, filling out the shape. He feels, and feels, and feels.

She is soft where he is tense. He is melting where she is rock. They are the boiling points of diamonds. Forging into something new. Glittering through their own existence.

“You’re here.” He says it over and over. A story teller with only one narrative. Tattooing it into the world so that it may never disappear again.

“I’m here.” She whispers softly into his neck. He feels her lip brush his skin. She smells like home. Like the sky. Like freedom.

“Dorian!” Someone is shouting from above them somewhere but he cannot be bothered. He feels Manon laughing into him.

“I think you need to get back to your speech.”

He hugs her harder. She laughs more.

“Dorian, my love.” She tugs at his hair slightly, so they’re staring at each other. He wants to make this moment stone. Immortalise them as statues. Name it “The Return”, the “Never Let Go”, “The Forever”.

She brushes her lips across his cheek. “Finish your speech. We have time.”

“Do it with me,” His eyes are pleading. He can’t bear to let her go. If he does not have her pressed against him he might go insane. And he knows something of that.

“Okay.” She smiles at him. It’s like staring at a full moon. Glowing. “Together.”

And he likes the sound of that so much he echoes it as he ends his speech.

“Together.” He smiles, as they collapse onto their thrones, hands intertwined. “At last.”

#manorian #fds fanfic #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #yrene towers

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Lee says:

I’m 5 days post-op so I’m starting my post-phallo supplies posts! I’ll write about which items I bought, which ones I used, and which ones I found helpful.

This lap desk is one of the best purchases I’ve made for my ALT phalloplasty recovery!

(For those who don’t know what ALT phalloplasty is, see this post!)

I’m supposed to either stand or lie on my back. So I’m not supposed to sit at all, ever.

At best, I can get tilted at a 20 degree angle while I’m laying down.

Being on your back makes it hard to see your screen which is where the lap desk comes in. It has the option to tilt up at an angle so you can see your computer screen while you’re lying down.

[ID: Stock photo of lap desk tilted up at an angle with a computer on it. Part of the desk remains flat and has a cup holder.]

The other cool option is just keeping the desk flat. This doesn’t sound very useful, but it actually is! That’s because the desk has legs and can essentially act as a bridge.

[ID: Stock photo of lap desk sitting flat with a computer on it.]

If you have had ALT phalloplasty, your legs have been though A Lot™.

If you want to see what I mean, look at my 4 days and 5 days post-op pictures posted on @datgenderqueerboi. [TW: those images show my leg post-phallo which is essentially an open wound. If you’re squeamish, don’t click!]

Often, people are told to leave their split thickness graft site open to air to heal. So there’s no bandage on it, and uhhh you might be able to guess that it isn’t comfortable for you (or conducive to healing) to have your leg rub against the blankets.

So you can put the lap desk over the area of your leg where the donor site and split thickness graft is, and then put your blankets on top of the desk so you’re fully covered in blankets and the heat is kept in but the blankets aren’t directly on your leg.

Pros:

A good height to clear my leg; not so low that my leg bumps into the top. (This might be different for you depending on how big you are and how big your penis is— if you have a long penis, it may hit the top of the desk when it’s propped at a 45 degree angle. Or if you’re a larger person than me, your thighs may be thicker and you might be too close to the top.)

Can be used to hold laptop, small items, keep track of sippy cup (more on that item in an upcoming post)

Can be used to make a tent so blankets don’t go directly on your leg and you can stay warm and covered by blankets

Putting a blanket over hides your penis from view if your penis still has to be propped up and you have guests and don’t want the telltale budge visible in blankets

It cost $24 which is reasonably priced

Cons:

A little unstable with the laptop on it when it’s on a soft surface like a bed; you need to put a heavy item like a rock or can of soup in the cup holder to counterbalance the lap desk so it doesn’t tip over on you if you’re trying to tilt your computer upwards.

The instability isn’t an issue when it’s flat, but it limits the tilt you’re able to achieve with your laptop.

With this model, if you have a larger laptop then it might not fit in the ledge that tilts. But my laptop is 13” and fits well.

It’s helpful when you’re out of the hospital, but may or may not fit in your hospital bed and they may be doing something else with a Bair Hugger (an inflatable hot air blanket thing) that will make it hard for you to put any blankets over an item or for you to put the desk on top of the hugger.

You may need help placing it over your leg when you get into bed and lifting it up over you to put on the floor when you want to get out of bed, and that means you can’t independently get in and out of bed.

If you have enough room in bed you can place it next to you instead of on the floor which is easy, but if your partner sleeps in bed with you or you have a twin bed then you may need help to set it down on the ground because there won’t be enough room to place it in arms reach level on the bed.

Here are pictures of me using the lap desk to explain what I mean:

(TW: you can see my thigh which is still healing from surgery)

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Other reviews:

Grabber/reacher device

Wound care supplies

Resistance bands

(To be continued!)

Where I bought it:

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Kobayashi’s Maid Dragon S2 Episode 3 Notes

Sparrows! Specifically the Eurasian tree sparrow, known in Japan as the suzume. You can just about see them all over Japan, all year long—but that doesn’t mean they aren’t a season word!

Depending on their depiction, they can be used as a season word for most times of the year, but a major one is “late spring,” as that’s when they’re out and about finding food for their baby birds. You can also see in the art they look a little floofy, indicative of the winter coat they haven’t fully shed yet; suzume in summer have a more sleek look. Here’s a shot of them from late summer last season:

And from closer to winter here↓. Quite fluffy.

As a quick refresher, 季語 kigo, or season words, are words/phrases/concepts used to give a sense of season to a haiku (or other poem/work of art), which is what part of what differentiates them from a senryuu. They were used pretty frequently in a lot of episodes last season, but a bit less so this time so far.

Where Lucoa and Ilulu are talking about a “right” here, the Japanese word is 資格 shikaku. While this usage is similar to “right” in English, the connotation is a little different as the word actually means more “qualification.”

Whereas a “right” is generally something you have innately in some sense (e.g. if you make art you automatically have copyright over it, you have human rights just for being human, etc.), a shikaku is something you earn (e.g. if you study and take a test for certification program and pass, you’re rewarded with a shikaku.)

Ilulu’s response to the question here is

そういうのは違う。小林がくれたあの言葉はなかったことにはできないから。

One way in which this differs from the English is that she’s not saying it would be right or wrong, but rather not the solution she’s looking for—because it would also mean undoing the words Kobayashi gave her, and that is something she doesn’t want to do, no matter what.

In contrast the English feels more like she thinks it would be wrong to do that, and even if she did it wouldn’t let her escape what Kobayashi said to her. (That would make more sense if Kobayashi had called her out on being evil, but that’s not really what went down.) An alternative wording might be something like:

“That wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, I don’t want to erase what Kobayashi gave me.”

This line is: 小林さんのようにはいかないなー

This is perhaps just my interpretation, but the English here sounds like Lucoa once convinced/helped Kobayashi in some fashion previously, is trying it again with Ilulu, but failing this time. (I don’t that’s ever happened though.)

In contrast, I think the Japanese is saying that Lucoa is trying to be like Kobayashi (e.g. when helping alleviate/solve Tohru’s various worries), and it’s not really working for her. I.e. “It’s not working like when Miss Kobayashi does it.”

Ilulu’s line about “I don’t want to ask Kobayashi about it because she’d probably solve it too easily" seems to support that reading; the dragons know Kobayashi as worries-solver.

The English here has Lucoa saying she’ll go talk to Kanna/Saikawa, and casually telling Ilulu to wait in the bathroom. But Lucoa doesn’t actually talk to the kids, and even if she was planning to, why would Ilulu waiting in the toilet do anything?

The answer is that Lucoa is actually telling Ilulu to talk (to an unspecified subject, assumed to be Saikawa, since she’s a human and thus someone Ilulu feels guilty about interacting with; Kanna she’s more fine with, as a dragon). And instead of “Go ahead and wait in the bathroom,” it’s more of a “Go wait in the bathroom and see what happens,” with the implication Lucoa is going to set something up.

And she does!

“I won’t lie about X, but Y is a different story.” This seems to imply she will still lie about Y? That seems a bit odd to me, especially when she just lied about X (those feelings) to Kanna/Saikawa minutes ago.

The Japanese says something a bit different though.

The core of the middle line here is 気持ちに嘘をつかない kimochi ni uso wo tsukanai. Because the に, the particle indicating “direction,” is attached unadorned to "feelings,” it is saying not “lying about X” but “lying to X.” This construction, to say one is lying to a feeling, is fairly common in Japanese media. It’s basically equivalent in English to lying to yourself about those feelings.

(for “lying about X” you’d change the に into a について or similar)

So basically she’s saying she won’t pretend, to herself at least, that she doesn’t want to play. But that’s a separate issue to whether she has, as she said before, the “right” to play after what she did.

You could maybe put it sort of like this:

“I won’t lie to myself about my feelings anymore. But that doesn’t mean I can act on them after what I did.”

I feel extremely silly even pointing this out, but the beam here is 尿意 nyoui, which is the urge to pee, not necessarily actually needing to pee. Hence why she seems to stop needing to as soon as she gets to the bathroom and walks straight back to the living room with Ilulu after they talk.

“Be deceived” here is not 騙される damasareru, lit. “be deceived,” but 騙し討ちにあう damashi-uchi ni au, which is like being hit by a sneak attack, being stabbed in the back, etc. In a fairly literal sense in this case too, as they’re talking about actual combat.

I mostly bring it up because it feels like there is not much difference between “being deceived” and “being tricked,” despite those being portrayed as polar opposites (deceived by hostile dragons, tricked by kind Kobayashi), so it might have been wise to differentiate them more in the translation.

E.g. perhaps “She had to change to avoid a knife in the back.” (though dragons don’t use knives, so maybe a claw?)

Another pretty minor point, but the “doesn’t know right from wrong” is 分別のない funbetsu no nai, where funbetsu means not so much “knowing right from wrong,” but a more encompassing sense of discretion and maturity.

I mostly bring this one up because it struck as me awkward to say Ilulu explicitly shouldn’t know right from wrong, since that would be going backward to her be okay destroying the city again. Instead it’s more that she shouldn’t need to feel weighed down by what’s “correct” or what she “should” do. One possible alt example:

“So go back to being a kid, and worry more about what you want to do than ought to do.”

(Lucoa also changes from a narrative tone to a more conversational tone at the end, in conjunction with the visual shift away from the flashback, so swapping the “she” to “you” might be appropriate.)

Note how Kanna shuffles the cards here. Depending on where you’re from, this may seem like an odd way of doing it (unless you watched Yugioh maybe). A lot of places with majority English speakers tend to use the overhand shuffle or riffle shuffle, but in Japan (and many other Asian countries) the most common shuffle is the one on display here, known as the Hindu shuffle.

~The More You Know~

The act of handing over a piece of candy like this has been used as imagery in other places in the show as well, though I’ll leave thinking about what it represents to you.

“Blanket” is futon, which is used to refer to both the “mattress” part and “blanket” part of a full futon, the traditional Japanese bedding (not the same thing as the sofa/couch mattress you might hear called a futon in some places).

I mostly mention because just “a blanket” kind of sounds like they’re going to leave them on the floor, but they’re actually going to get the equivalent of a guest mattress (+blanket) to put them to sleep in, as it’s late enough for this to turn into a sleepover.

Just as a bit of trivia, the word she uses for “onlooker” here is the same term as the “spectator faction.” In the manga Tohru interjects with “Aww, come on, why not Chaos faction instead?”

Also as a side note to this whole bit about Kobayashi wearing a maid outfit; recall this scene from early in season one, where Tohru found an outfit Kobayashi had bought and stuffed deep in a closet:

Relevant! Anyway, back to the actual episode now:

If you felt like this exchange felt a little disjointed, especially given Tohru’s tone of voice: the idea is that Lucoa is saying Tohru really goes to extremes when it comes to matters relating to Kobayashi, which is implying that it seems excessive to call so many people over for a relatively mild issue (not that she necessarily minds though). Tohru’s response is a slightly defensive “yeah I know, but thanks for coming over anyway.”

(They’re saying it in ways such that you have to read between the lines a bit though, so it may not come across as easily in a translation.)

The word for “cold” here is 水くさい mizu-kusai, basically meaning “watered down” (like beer etc.), and used frequently to refer to a person/actions/words that the speaker considers too reserved for the relationship they have with the other person.

So it’s similar to cold, but cold in the context of already warm relationship. If talking about a stranger or someone you don’t get along with normally, you shouldn’t use 水くさい; you can just say 冷たい tsumetai (lit. “cold”) or similar.

In this context you could probably have her say “No need to apologize, Kobayashi-san.”

Also I like how they swap around the honorifics (Miss, Lady, -san, -sama, etc.) based on the speaker (I think differentiating between dragons and native-Japanese-speaking humans?). I would say it works given the setting, but that’s just me.

The text there says “Money Street.” It’s probably obvious, but it’s based primarily on Monopoly, which is semi-popular in Japan (though not to the extent as say in the US).

Just some trivia, but the “sales pitch” for the game in the Japanese market is more that it’s an educational game that teaches investing and negotiation skills. (The origin of the game in general being an educational tool about exploitation of tenants by landlords, so not quite the same thing.)

Japan also has Momotarou Dentetsu (”Momotetsu”), which is a video game series that’s been around since the NES and is broadly similar to Monopoly rules-wise.

I just want to point out, amid all the riches, the bag of potato chips and other junk food in the back there.

Mini-trivia: the cardboard boxes in the background there seem to be a mix of the Amazon logo and the Seino Transportation logo, a Japanese shipping company with a kangaroo logo.

You probably noticed it without me pointing it out, but I enjoyed the fact Elma got corn starch* all around her mouth from the daifuku and then immediately got told to go play with the kids while the adults are talking.

*It may seem like powdered sugar if you’re used to donut holes, but daifuku, like most Japanese sweets (wagashi) generally, is not heavily sugared and not even particularly sweet by the standard of most “sweets” (which is part of the appeal for many). The skin of the daifuku is powdered with corn starch or similar simply to make it less sticky.

Kobayashi’s “do that” here is やろー yarou, which can mean “let’s do X” (which is a construction often used to tell/suggest someone to do something, without really including yourself in the “us”).

However in this case—especially given Kobayashi’s pronunciation and tone of voice—I think it’s actually a homophone of that, a form of 野郎 yarou, a word for “guy” with often negative connotations, like saying “son of a” or “asshole” etc.

The idea, I think, being that his immediate agreement of “Oooh, right I didn’t think about you wearing it,” comes with a heavy implication of “yeah you’re right, you couldn’t pull off something cute like that,” so she’s replying with a (mostly good-natured) “oh you fucker.”

This giant 完 kan means “the end,” used like “fin” at the end of a story or game etc. It’s also frequently used in “fake end” jokes. E.g. a show about a sentient zombie might start with the main character getting hit by a truck and dying immediately. The end! ...Except not, and they wake up as a zombie.

So here, the original goal was “make a maid outfit for Kobayashi to wear.” Then Georgie convinces Kobayashi that anything is a maid outfit as long as you are a maid at heart, so really, she’s already wearing one! The end! ...Except not.

Here’s some extra, probably needless, context on this “annoying”: it uses the word 面倒くさい mendokusai, which is basically used to describe something as annoying, a pain, etc. When used to describe a person like this, one of the ways it can be taken is specifically that the person is really fussy about details that others wouldn’t really care about—which describes Kobayashi about maids pretty well.

So just for clarity, it’s not necessarily “I became an annoying person who is a maid otaku,” and can be more of a “within the context of my maid otaku-ness I became annoying.” Just to kind of shed some light on the extent of her self-deprecation here.

The word Kobayashi uses for “helping with the housework” is 家事手伝い kaji-tetsudai, which is a noun* that means “a housework helper”... here, basically a more bland way for a native Japanese speaker to say maid.

Hence why Tohru reacts with “Oh, don’t call me that, call me a maid!”; Kobayashi went as far as to acknowledge her clothes as a maid outfit, but not quite as far as calling her maid outright. That’s our “annoying maid otaku” doing her thing.

*It can also be verbed.

These neighborhood notices, 回覧板 kairan-ban, ~lit. circular notice, are a method used by local governing organizations to distribute information or forms etc. For example, about an upcoming neighborhood event to pick up litter.

The general idea is that one person gets the notice, reads it, signs it, then goes and passes it to the next household in line. It saves paper versus sending everyone a thing in the mail, encourages interaction between neighbors, and is more likely to be read than a flyer/email, though some people consider them a pain and they generally feel a little dated.

The phrase for “piercing noise” is 劈く金切り音, tsunzaku kanakiri-on, ~lit. “ear-piercing sound of tearing metal.”*

“Was it that loud?” in the Japanese is a little different, そんな音してた?, meaning “was it making a sound like that?”

I’m mostly just bringing it up to say that the “Sasakibe’s cooking isn’t just loud, the sounds don’t even make sense” gag is alive and well this season.

*The “sound of tearing metal” phrase can also used idiomatically for some types of high pitched sounds, but I imagine it was chosen very deliberately here.

It’s probably obvious, but this is a reference to the music video of the OP for season one. You can see it on the official channel for the band, fhána, here.

The season two music video is here, and it seems to have decent English subtitles for the lyrics if you’re curious what they are.

The adjective here is ニヒル nihiru, an abbreviation of nihilistic. It can be used as actually “nihilistic” like in English, but it can also be used more colloquially to describe a person with dark vibes. It can almost be a compliment!

“Sleeping” here is 惰眠をむさぼる damin wo musaboru. Damin is not just sleep, but “worthless” sleep—not like a nap because you’re tired. Musaboru is a verb for ~gorging upon on something (often metaphorically, not just food).

The two words are somewhat frequently used together for, basically, lying around the house doing nothing all day. And not in a particularly flattering way, so it’s pretty funny for her to just be like “yeah I do that as a hobby I guess.”

It doesn’t mean the same thing, but it’d be like saying your hobby is loitering. Maybe could have translated as like “Hobbies? Vegetating.” or “Procrastinating?” or something, though I don’t know if those would have the right impact...

Kanna’s word for “idol” here is アイドル aidoru, i.e. idol in the pop culture sense.

Tohru’s word is 偶像 guuzou, or idol in the religious sense.

(Tohru swaps to the pop culture “idol” when she starts talking about Kobayashi though.)

Kanna’s “lost it” it here is 大変 taihen, a pretty common, almost generic word used as an intensifier (greatly, immensely, seriously, terribly, really, etc.) in both positive and negative ways. E.g. “thanks, you really saved me!” or “that was extremely rude.”

When used alone, like here, it usually implies something bad has happened, like something has befallen Tohru and/or she’s in some sort of trouble. Hence why Kobayashi immediately rushes home worried and bursts through the door like this—and loses her tension when she sees Tohru is fine, just... extreme(ly annoying to Kanna and Ilulu).

You could maybe say e.g. “Something’s wrong with Tohru!” to keep that double meaning open.

(”Lost it!” also makes sense for Kobayashi to be worried about, but the type of worry is somewhat different in that case; “oh god what is she going to do” vs. “oh god what happened to her.”)

The “lick” here is べろ bero, an onomatopoeia for licking that’s also used as slang for "tongue” (noun).

A bero chuu, as in the chorus here, is slang for a French kiss/deep kiss/tongue kiss.

~The More You Know~

The text here says “If your total assets are above one billion, proceed towards goal.”

Only billionaires can win...

Here is 私のものはカンナのもの, lit. “What’s mine is Kanna’s!”

This line is a reference to a catchphrase of the bully/antagonist in Doraemon, Gian: “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.”

His line, and character, is so well known it’s spawned the term “Gianism” to represent that sort of self-centered philosophy: everything is rightfully mine to take, even if you think you lay some claim over it.

It’s interesting that the inversion of Gianism, i.e. “what’s mine is yours,” is the only way Kanna and Saikawa are able to overcome the rules, beat the billionaire, and win the game.

Solidarity forever.

#maidragon #Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid #kobayashi-san chi no maid dragon #translation notes #anime

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Falsely Accused of Cheating, Then Dumped

Date: April 2, 2009, a couple days after I turned 30.

I had been dating a wonderful girl, we’ll call her Ratchet, for almost 3 years. And we were good together, I really did see her as my soul mate. We weren't living together yet, but I was just a few weeks away from popping the question. However, as plans will be plans will go awry.

Enter my friend (we’ll call him Skidmark), who I'd known since freshman year at a well known university, he was also a fraternity brother and someone I'd be proud to call a real brother. This is the guy I would've asked to be my best man, and not as it's often portrayed in cheesy romantic comedies or whatever. That is, until his act of betrayal when he told Ratchet (A LIE) that I cheated on her. Also, he had no evidence of said infidelity.

How did this play out? Ratchet had been staying at my place for the past couple days and I arrived home to find her packing her things. When she saw me, she started shouting at me. A lot of it was hard to make out, other than the profanity but here's what I did remember:

"How could you do this to us"

"I can't believe you"

"Skidmark told me everything"

I attempted to interject a few times, almost in tears in one point when I shouted, "Just listen to me for a second!" but she just got all pissy that I yelled at her, and walked out after telling me to get fucked.

So obviously I called Skidmark a few times, left a voicemail asking WTF he told her and wanting to know why he dragged me through the mud like that. The next morning I went over to his apartment - to find that he moved a couple days ago. How convenient.

The next day, I get a call from another good friend of mine (he was a solid guy, so let’s call him Solid - we met at the same university/fraternity) and it went something like this:

"Um, are you sitting down"

"No, what do you want to tell me"

"When did you break up with Ratchet?"

"I didn't, Skidmark told her that I cheated on her and she walked out on me"

"I just drove past that dive in your old neighborhood, she's with him. They were all smiles, holding hands and everything - I was wondering what was ..."

(I disconnected)

So it doesn’t take the guys from True Detective to figure out that he orchestrated this from beginning to end, and his prize was a new girlfriend – now my ex.

At the time, it felt like this backstabbing bastard destroyed my life.

Fast forward to six weeks later ….

On a Friday night Solid went to a popular bar/club in the area to hang out and throw down a few brews. And who do you think walks in about 15 minutes later.

Why, it was Skidmark!

It was a pretty large bar, and Solid apparently did a pretty good job of not being seen, even though he did see a few things:

Skidmark went in alone, but he's talking to some girl maybe 5 minutes later. A few minutes later, he buys her a drink. A few minutes after that, they're on the dance floor.

A few minutes after that .... let's say Skidmark could have gotten arrested if he didn't have consent to put his hands where they were.

Keep in mind, Solid has already sent me several texts about what's been going on. At one point he included several photos of the handsy dancers. In the last photo Skidmark was kissing the girl.

And now he must be melting his phone with how fast the texts are coming in.

"You gotta nail this guy, Ratchet needs to know what's going on!"

"Shit he almost saw me!"

"I had to skip out of there, but I've done enough damage heh heh"

"He was kissing her in that last one, wanna bet he'll go all the way?"

This is where the plan comes together. I tell him to get in touch with Ratchet, and ask her to meet him (about something urgent) at a coffee shop close to where he lives. Note: his place was over 30 min away from where I lived, so hopefully Ratchet wouldn't be suspicious. I recommended a coffee shop because it's a public place with outdoor seating.

Sunday morning, May 17:

I remember everything about this encounter – what I was wearing, what she was wearing, what it smelled like, it’s permanently etched in my memory. I approached a couple minutes after they sat down. Once Ratchet saw me, her face physically changed, and she immediately got up to leave. Solid reached out and grabbed her arm before saying "You owe me, remember? Sit down and listen!"

She reluctantly sits down, and with a very pissy look on her face she asks, "What do YOU want, Parkesc?" ***

I respond, "What he said, sit down and listen" and I ask to borrow his phone so I can call up Skidmark. I hand him mind and tell him to pull up the photos when I give him the signal.

Here’s how the conversation went:

Skidmark answers with "Sup Solid"

I respond, with the speakerphone on, "Well hey buddy!"

There’s a brief pause followed by “uuuh”

“No it’s Parkesc. I hope you don’t mind; I’m using Solid’s phone since mine’s dead.”

(Keep in mind, Skidmark’s voice in the rest of this conversation is pretty sheepish)

“Long time no see man, what’s been going on?”

“A whole lot’s been going on, actually. How was Friday night?”

“How was Friday night?”

“Yeah”

“Why would you ask man … I mean I … I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah I think we both know why you haven’t seen me in a while, but anyway, Solid told me he saw you at the bar the other night, getting down with some hottie.”

“Who said that”

“Solid, you know, our fraternity brother from (that university). And, ummmm, he saw you. With that girl. And he may or may not have taken some pictures.”

“What?”

By the way, Ratchet’s eyes are getting pretty big right now, Solid is motioning her to be quiet. She mouthed the words WHAT THE FUCK as he began to open my phone and go to the pics.

“Yeah I got a LOT of pictures. And you know, I think I can guess who would like to see them.”

“Cmon man, don’t do this man. Why you doin this, man? Why you doin this?”

“What are you kidding me? We haven’t spoken in over a month because you lied to my girlfriend that I was in love with and planning to marry. Now you’re messing around behind HER back.”

“Man it isn’t like I was trying to steal her, man.”

“WELL MAYBE YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO DO, because Solid also mentioned he saw you two together. That was TWO DAYS after she walked out on me.”

“It’s not like that man, and you’re not gonna anything. I know you’re mad, but, cmon man.”

There was a brief pause, and my brain almost did a Ctrl-Alt-Delete after that auditory fuckpoop.

“No, you don’t know. And I’m not gonna CMON MAN.”

“Are you kidding me, you’re really gonna …”

“I’m doing this – right now, in fact. You’ve been on speaker the whole time, and Solid isn’t the only person here with me.”

“WHAT?”

And finally Ratchet chimed in.

“I cannot even believe you did this. What the hell? You’ve totally ….totally been lying to me and now you're cheating on me too?"

“No, no, no it wasn’t ….. FUCK! Really, Parkesc?”

“Basically, they’ve shown me all the pictures, I’ve been looking at them this whole time. What’s wrong with you, Skidmark??”

“I didn’t even know her.”

“What you mean, you didn’t know her??”

“Ok, you know what, fuck you Parkesc!”

And then Solid says his piece:

"WHOA WHOA WHOA, first of all, dude, you stole your best friend's girl with a BS lie, you just admitted it, and you're cheating on her anyhow!"

"Fine, whatever, it didn’t mean anything ….”

Ratchet responds with "Oh Please!” before she hangs up on him and turns toward me. She hands the phone back to Solid and he gives me back my phone with half a smile and a raised eyebrow. He probably expected a gratifying end to this escapade.

“Parkesc I am really sorry, I made a mistake. Is there any way ...."

“Stop right there!” I abruptly interject, with a sharp glare in my eye.

They’re both in shock.

“No, you never believed me, didn’t listen to one word I had to say. And you had no evidence, you just took that fuckhead’s word and walked out on me. Was it worth it?”

Solid was pretty much catatonic, stunned into silence. By the time I was halfway back to my car, I could have sworn I heard Ratchet starting to cry. I wouldn’t know because I refused to look back.

*** By the way, you’re probably wondering what the asterisks were for. Up until that point, there was still a snowflake’s chance in hell that Ratchet and I would get back together. When she didn’t even want to hear me out (yet again), I was done. I just didn’t let her know until I was finished with Skidmark.

I never heard from either of them again. Good riddance.

(source) story by (/u/parkesc)

#prorevenge #by /u/parkesc #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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ltbroccoli · 4 years

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Warning: Tony/brashir is a bully.

EDIT: Tony has had the callout doc taken down twice. Please see the post linked here to access a new version of it.

Anyone who knows me knows that I despise getting myself involved in drama. However, there are times when it's necessary, and one such time is to defend a friend. This post is rather long, but I ask you to please read it in its entirety. This is a summary of a full length callout, which you can read here.

Some of you may have seen the post by Tony (brashir) calling out Serena (empathicstars) -- if you haven't, I'll link to it here. It's pretty shocking, and horrifying to read. There's just one problem: none of it is true.

Tony had a bad breakup with his fiance, Ray, back in August of 2019 (some of you may remember him as seamworn). Tony claims that Ray was abusive towards him. This is a lie. Ray has made mistakes, certainly, and their relationship was not a healthy one. But all of Tony's claims of abuse simply don't line up, and most of the evidence points to Tony as the abusive one. The same is true for Tony's other claims -- that Ray is racist, that he fakes his triggers, that he's stolen money, that he forces survivors to write r*pe with him, etc. -- all are untrue.

After their breakup, Serena chose to remain friends with both Tony and Ray. She was extremely upfront about this decision, and Tony told her repeatedly, for months, that this was fine. He did try to manipulate her into dropping Ray, but she never did so, as Ray had actually apologized for his actions and was working hard to become the best person he could be away from Tony's influence.

In regards to Tony's claim that Serena is best friends with a racist white person: this is referring to me. About a year and a half ago, someone in the Doctor Who RPC added the character Krasko, who is canonically a racially motivated mass murder, to their multimuse. Tony and others in the RPC burst into action, calling this person out and harassing them over their choice of muse. I am someone who is very open about separation of IC and OOC -- it's featured prominently in my rules that I do not believe writing something is the same as supporting it -- and felt very uncomfortable watching this go down.

I did not address the situation directly, but I did reblog a rather targeted PSA post. Ray (still together with Tony at the time) messaged me to confront me about it. I then blocked him at his request, and took the chance to cut off Tony and several others in the RPC that I had been growing more and more uncomfortable with. In hindsight, I was not as open to conversation as I could have been, and I don't think I would defend that person's writing today, not unless I actually knew them and could personally vouch for the respectfulness of their portrayal. However, I would still defend them from harassment, as that is never an appropriate response under any circumstances.

Serena and I did discuss this at the time, and she made it clear that she did not agree with my stance. However, we still remained friends. Serena was again upfront about this, and no one ever told her to drop me. The claim that Serena is ignoring BIPOC voices is untrue. The BIPOC voices he's referring to are only him and his friends, and those voices have lied to her face. Serena was told clearly, directly, and repeatedly that it was okay to be friends with Ray, that it was okay to be friends with me. Then a few months ago, Tony dug up the incident I had with Ray so he could turn on a dime and attack Serena for it, triggering her and driving her out of their friend group for good.

Additionally, since this has happened, Serena has been directly harassed and most recently doxxed. A friend still in Tony's server gave Joel (Serena's husband) a warning that Serena's phone number had been shared in the group, and that they were signing her up for spam. Since then, Serena has received various Trump and Republican propaganda texts, as well as explicit imagery and videos. The group has also evaded blocks to harass her on Tumblr. Ray has been dealing with similar forms of harassment for over a year now, and I've even had a small taste of it myself when one of Tony's group made an alt Discord account in an effort to sneak into one of my servers.

At this point, I frankly don't care what Serena or Ray supposedly did or did not do. This behavior is unacceptable. This behavior is illegal. Both Serena and Ray have tried to apologize, tried to ignore everything and move on, but Tony keeps dragging the same issues up, over and over, refusing to let anyone let it go.

And this is not motivated by racism, whatever Tony claims. If racism were the root of the problem, I would be the target, not Serena. Yet I have received almost nothing about this, while Serena has been doxxed and harassed. The root of the problem is that Serena did not cut Ray off like Tony wanted, and he lost his control over her. He's masked his anger as social justice to rally his friend group against her.

I cannot stress the following statement enough: Tony is a bully. He is a liar, an abuser, a manipulator, and so much more. This has reached the point where legal action is being seriously considered, and that is not a decision any of us have made lightly. We have also been reporting this to Discord and to Tumblr, in hopes that something will force this to come to an end; this process is ongoing.

Over the past several months, I have been working on a callout to bring all of this to light, in the hopes that others will see how bad the situation has been and hopefully take measures to protect themselves from being targeted in the way that we have. That document is now complete, and it's linked here. It's quite long, but it debunks Tony's many false claims and provides evidence for everything I've stated above. It also namedrops everyone in Tony's friend group that has been directly involved in his harassment and doxxing, for awareness.

If you feel that Serena, Ray, or I have done something unforgivable -- I understand. If you feel you must cut us off, we will miss you, but we will not fight you on it. But please, please do not trust Tony, and be extremely wary if you choose to keep him in your life.

And if you feel so inclined, please reblog this post so that others can see Tony and his friends for the bullies that they truly are. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact me or Joel directly and off-anon (he can be reached on @solitaryskies or @themekets). Serena has requested not to be contacted about this, for her own mental health; please respect this.

#computer end program ( .｡.:*☆ OOC. )#drama /#callout /#namedrop /

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