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the-anxious-youth · 7 months

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Bubbles

Pairing: Buggy x gender neutral!Reader

Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)

Edit: part two is up!

“So now what?”

The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.

“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.

��Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.

“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.

“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.”

His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you.

You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room.

“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin.

“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.

“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.

“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.

“You really are crazy, clown.”

He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.

“It’s more fun that way.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.

“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head.

“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.

You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety.

“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.

“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously.

“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.

“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.

“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.

“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.

“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.

“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.

“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you.

“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.

“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.

You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed.

“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.

“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.

“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.

“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub.

“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?”

He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.

“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?”

He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.

“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair.

“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.

“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.

“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair.

“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.

“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted.

“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently.

Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.

“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap.

“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.

“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.

“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.

“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.

“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods.

“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job.

“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before.

“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze.

“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.

“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.

“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.

“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real.

“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.

“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.

“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?

“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.

“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.

“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.

“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.

“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.

“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face.

“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.

“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin.

“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter.

“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.

“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.

“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.

“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that.

“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty.

“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears.

“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.

“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.

“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.

“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.

“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.

“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.

“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess.

“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.

“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.

“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.

“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.

“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.

“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.

“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.

“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance.

“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail.

“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy.

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literaila · 2 months

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how do u think satoru would react to reader in a depressive episode, especially what do u think the kids would do

obviously, they’ve all noticed.

the past couple of weeks have not been lived through ignorantly. and you have not been acting normal.

the differences are just that, at first. tiny inconsistencies in your otherwise normal personality, your routine.

and then it becomes more than just a… change.

it starts off simple; megumi’s brows furrowing when you ask him a question—something about his teacher, or what kind of drink he wants in his lunch that day—and then forget what you’ve just said as soon as he answers.

tsumiki watching, smiling along idly, as you rub your temples, sighing with every other sentence and squeezing your eyes tight like you’ll be able to wake up if you try hard enough.

and satoru noticing when you linger in your room a bit longer, as the days pass. staring when you freeze looking at the wall in the morning, zoning out so hard that he has to shake you back to life.

just an accumulation of things that might indicate that something is up.

but as these moments—moments when you’re lost in your head, trying to conceal your entire being from all of them, and pretending that it’s all normal—increase, the three of them learn a little something about observing.

and lying to themselves, of course.

eventually, though, when megumi or tsumiki inevitably say something—usually when you’re not in the room, off hiding somewhere—satoru just shrugs.

(he’s going to lie his way through this, just like everything else, thank you).

“it’s a bad day,” he’ll say, like the two children will comprehend that. like they don’t know what a bad day means. “she’s just tired.”

he could make a million excuses for you. oh, you didn’t get enough sleep last night. oh, you’ve only had one cup of coffee today. oh, the world is a truly terrible place and it’s only natural that it runs you down.

but he leaves them with the simplest of explanations, instead. maybe it’s his subtle way of denying that there’s anything wrong. that you could be upset about something. it doesn’t matter, anyway.

and tsumiki, ever so trusting of all of you, listens to him. if satoru says that you’re okay, then so does she. she’ll draw you a picture at school or try to help you make their lunches in the morning, but you’re fine. her questions end with an answer.

megumi, on the other hand, has never believed a word that satoru has said.

so when the older man swears that you’re okay, that they don’t need to worry, megumi only begins to worry harder.

he sees that look on your face when you walk in the room, and megumi knows. maybe it’s because he’s the most attuned to you, out of everyone, in particular. maybe it’s because he’s observant, or too worrisome for his age (as you tell him).

but he knows.

and if satoru says one thing, megumi’s going to believe the other.

(plus the two of you have always had a symbiotic relationship. you worry about him, and he worries about you. you laugh at him, and he gives a little lip twitch in return).

so satoru is not surprised when megumi brings it up for the fourth time in a week.

“you want me to what, exactly?”

“you can talk to them, can’t you?” he repeats, giving satoru a bland look. something like ‘are you serious.’ “they know you.”

satoru snorts. “i don’t think my bosses will appreciate me telling them what they can or can’t do.”

megumi gives him another look.

and yeah, so satoru already does that. they still don’t appreciate it.

he sighs, smiling at the boy. anything to mess with him, really. he ruffles megumi’s hair. “kid, she’s fine. i can’t just tell them to give her a couple of weeks off. there has to be a reason. and,” he adds, cheerfully. “i’ve been told it’s impolite to speak on someone’s behalf without their input.”

“you don’t care about being polite,” megumi argues, crossing his arms.

satoru groans internally. he’s really not going to let this go.

it’s not that satoru necessarily disagrees, but anything he does to help you is going to be refuted with a “butt out,” or “leave me alone, satoru.”

“true,” he says, grinning as he mocks the boys stance. “but i do care about being yelled at. particularly by your mother.”

“she needs a break.”

satoru rolls his eyes. “she’s getting one. the next couple of days are free, and she’s taking a nap right now.”

megumi frowns, even deeper than usual, and stares satoru down until he breaks.

“megumi,” the man groans, childishly, pushing the boy out of the room. “you don’t need to worry about her. chill out. just go back to reading about rocks or whatever you were doing.”

“it’s geology.”

satoru waves a hand, indifferent.

(secretly trying to come up with a way to get you to talk to him. he can’t ask because you’ll just ignore him. he can’t force it out of you because that would get the two of you nowhere.

what other options are left, really? you’ve put satoru in a terrible position).

“then can we get something, instead?” megumi asks, almost pleading. “flowers, or… whatever girls like.”

“y/n already has flowers. i bought them.”

“buy something else.”

“who taught you to be this stubborn?”

megumi only scowls at him.

satoru sighs, scratching his head. he knows he should do something—but he’s so used to sitting around and waiting for you to fix everything.

yes, he does recognize that it’s a terrible habit, and completely unfair. he also recognizes that he is the worst person in the world.

eventually he sighs. “okay. how about i order dinner?” he asks, almost wincing. it’s the most natural response—everything can be fixed with food, in satoru’s sophisticated opinion. “that’ll be easy. want to go ask mom what she wants?”

megumi practically runs to your room, leaving satoru with no time to remind him that you’re probably asleep, knocking just briefly—from what satoru can hear—before going in.

he tip-toes up to the door, also wanting to check in.

satoru is nothing if not nosy.

and he might as well let megumi do all of the dirty work.

“um, i don’t care,” he hears you saying. “whatever you guys want.”

“it’s for you.”

there’s a pause. then, “really, megs, i’m not very hungry, so…”

megumi is frowning down at you when satoru steps in.

“good nap?” he asks, smiling and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“you don’t need to get dinner. it’s my turn.”

he waves a hand. “i feel like takeout.”

you frown, about to argue when megumi speaks up, glancing between the two of you with an almost furious expression.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice soft but mad. like usual. satoru realizes that he’s been tricked into contributing to this.

“what?”

“why are you upset?”

“upset?” you repeat, eyes widening. “i’m not upset, megu—“

“are you sick?”

“no,” you say, immediately. “i’m just a little tired but it’s—“

“megumi,” satoru interrupts, trying to ignore the almost hurt look on your face—the glance you send his way, pleading and worried. he knows you hate this the most. “let’s let mom sleep some more, okay? tsumiki and you can decide what you want—“

“no.”

and neither of you can argue, or console the confused boy, before he’s climbing into your bed with a determined look on his face.

satoru tried to grab on to him, but megumi is having none of that, shaking him off before he can get a good grip. you’re looking at satoru anxiously, and this is the worst.

if satoru knows anything about you, it’s that you don’t want to be coddled. you don’t want to accept any help, even if it’s from your sweet, concerned son.

“megumi—“ you say, though, satoru notes, don’t make any attempts to move him when he struggles to get under the covers with you, or when he just sits by your side, barely touching you.

“i’m staying here.”

“really, bud, i’m okay. you don’t need to worry about me.”

“you’re sad.”

“i’m not.”

megumi looks at you, and satoru watches as you both share a glance. an internal conversation he’ll never get to be apart of.

for once in his life he’s not even jealous about it.

“it’s…” you say, but the two boys watch as your shoulders slack and your face drops. all at once, you lose color, life, and just sit there. “it’s fine.”

you say it to them, but it sounds more like a reminder to yourself.

satoru’s face falls. he has no idea what to say, what to do to help you—he’s spent so much time denying that there was anything wrong, that he could do anything to help, and now he’s got no answers.

he feels like an idiot, sitting there. megumi shouldn’t be taking more initiative, he should be the one worrying about you, the one to go to—

megumi doesn’t say anything though. he only moves closer to you, not complaining when your arm wraps around his shoulder and you hold him to you.

like a life vest. a support in all of the vastness.

he doesn’t need to say ‘it’s okay,’ or ‘i’m here for you,’ for the words to ring out across the the air.

and, satoru realizes, quickly, he’s only doing what you do for them. what you do best.

climbing in beside them and making sure they know that they’re not alone. being that support, no matter how unwanted.

megumi’s learned from the best.

“sorry,” you mutter to him. “i know im gross.”

megumi shakes his head and settles into you even further. and the boy doesn’t cuddle—or, at least, without being forced—but your face softens as he leans against you, allowing this kind of intimacy.

and, maybe, satoru thinks, that’s the problem with all of you.

no one knows quite what to say. what to do to help someone with something that they can’t understand. neither he or megumi is sure how to dig you out of this hole.

none of you are very good with words.

but, at least, satoru knows how to be good at this.

he sets his glasses on your bedside table, and he moves you both over with ease, smiling when you both grunt at his intrusion.

and then you’re a tower of people, all leaning against one another. building blocks stacked on top of each other.

you relax into satoru almost instantly and he kisses the top of your head, feeling some sort of pride—just at the fact that you’ll let him be here, with you.

maybe that’s the thing with families, he thinks. no one needs to say anything for it to be okay.

and the uneasiness sits there with all of you. the past couple of weeks—the distancing and disassociating—linger there.

there’s nothing he can say to make everything all better. he could destroy the entire world right now, save for your house, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

but this is nice. a hug might not fix everything, but it won’t make anything worse

and after a minute or two, you say: “where’s tsumiki?”

and she peeks her head out from your door, smiling at all three of you. it takes her three seconds to jump on the bed, having been waiting there the whole time, the final piece to your messed up puzzle.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 33

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Cersei POV

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Her glare was unrelenting and if Ser Kevan Lannister hadn’t known her since the very day she was born, perhaps he would have been unnerved by the venom in her sharp green eyes. The eyes of his older brother Tywin. That’s what Cersei’s glare reminded him of. Out of all the children that Tywin sired, Cersei was the most like him without a doubt. Her abrasive demeanor as she refused to relax in the carriage that traveled to the port of Casterly Rock that led out to the Sunset Sea. It would be the only way to travel to Dorne at the moment. The land that led to the Dornish Marches was ravaged by war; scars from the wildfire and bloodstains soaking into the ground. Towns and estates alike were arming up, afraid of what Aerys may do next now that the threat of Rhaegar had subsided momentarily.

“Who even knows if Oberyn Martell is still alive.” Cersei spat, her elegant fingers gripping at her knees as she glares at her uncle who was in charge of transporting her safely to Dorne. “He could have died in the most recent wildfire episode. There still hasn’t been a body count of those who have perished.”

Kevan sighed at his niece’s belligerent cruelty and disregard for the man she was scheduled to marry. A valid question though: was Oberyn and the others still alive? No message had been sent from Rhaegar’s army to Tywin for help. “If Lord Tywin demands that I deliver you safely to Doran Martell, then I will humbly carry out that demand.”

“You’ve always been a spineless man with no original thought. As long as I can remember you’ve been at my father’s beck and call.”

She was trying to make him angry so that his guard would slide down. He knew her tricks though and had been warned thoroughly by Tywin to not listen too much to Cersei’s jabs. It was how she best manipulated people. Family didn’t matter to her as long as she got what she wanted from them. Kevan didn’t exactly know when his niece had changed from a sweet girl, the apple of everyone’s eye, to this calculating woman that watched his every twitch.

“He is my lord liege and even though he’s your father, he’s your lord liege as well. You must obey him.”

Of course women must be obedient to men. Cersei thought bitterly to herself and pursed her painted lips. She had to think of a way to get out of this. Originally she had agreed with her father’s plan to marry Oberyn, even if he was a philandering Dornishman. Even accepted her fate as long as the darkin completed his job. There was utter silence from the darkin’s end. It had been weeks since her last correspondence to him; he should have been able to kill (y/n) and get Jaime by now for Cersei had great suspicions that Jaime was with her. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Jaime disappeared the night Cersei set fire to (y/n)’s room. She knew her brother better than she knew herself. And Cersei was certain that following the days before the fire, he had fallen for (y/n). How stupid of Jaime to be attracted to his other sister. Cersei nearly laughed at the thought and the morbid irony of it. From one sister to another. His twisted affections would have lead him to saving (y/n) if he found her in danger. They never did find her body. Only the charred remains of (y/n)’s maid.

Internally Cersei scowls at the thought of the maid. Stupid girl. She could have lived if she had just walked away like Cersei told her to do. Of course she would have never really let the maid live if she had listened to Cersei and walked out of the room. There could be no witness to her sororicide.

“You think this is your victory?” The maid with short hair had bitterly smiled. “You are wrong, Cersei. You’ve always been wrong.”

She had been standing right in front of (y/n)’s bed that faced the door. For the life of Cersei she couldn’t remember her name, but in the long run it didn’t matter. Cersei had been forced to bludgeon the maid until she was a crumpled mess on the ground.

“I know the past year has been hard for you. With (y/n)’s death and Jaime vanishing-”

“I could care less about (y/n).” Her words were quick and ready on her tongue like a lashing. “Jaime might as well be dead with her.”

He couldn’t believe the remorseless words Cersei hissed out. Jaime and Cersei had been inseparable in their early years, even to the point where Cersei would pretend to be Jaime in order to do the things that he did like sword training. Kevan wanted to sum it up to trauma of all the events that had happened to her in a short amount of time. The wound of losing her mother at a young age hadn’t healed. All of her siblings were gone. She was the only child sired by Tywin Lannister left. And she was being forced to go to the desert land of Dorne.

Not looking forward to the sea voyage either, Kevan was aware that this would be a long journey for they had to travel along the coast of Westeros all the way to Sunspear. They couldn’t risk being spotted by any of Aerys’s allies for it would surely raise questions. Being with Cersei the entire time, it was by no means a vacation.

Slowly the carriage pulls to a stop and Cersei could hear the obnoxious squawks of seagulls who scavenged the harbor in search of food. A number of people were milling about, going on with their daily lives; completely ignorant of Cersei as she was helped down by another guard. All together her company amounted to five Lannister guards including her uncle. Luggage was being transported from the top of the cart to the ship waiting out on the water. Red sails billowed lazily against the breeze, every so often revealing the golden lion embroidered onto it. The smell of fish assaulted all of her senses as fishing boats docked and unloaded their day’s work.

If she ran now, maybe she could find a place to lay low until they stopped searching for her. Cersei’s mind was working fast to come up with a sure fire plot to escape.

Kevan Lannister, as if reading her mind, places a hand on her shoulder and steers her to the dock; ignoring her slightly dragging feet, trying to prolong her departure.

I’m not going to Dorne. By the might of the gods I WILL not go to Dorne. Cersei screamed to herself over and over again even as she walked down the wooden pier, her heels clicking roughly against the sea breeze warped wood.

Experimentally, Cersei glances over the dock and into the water to gauge how deep it was. She was fairly good at swimming, although her gown would cause issues and weigh her down. Her heart was pounding nauseatingly hard and she felt her stomach churning with uneasiness. If the darkin did complete his task, how would he find her?

The closer they approached the Lannister ship that Tywin had readied for her, the more anxious she grew. This couldn’t happen. They didn’t even know if Oberyn was alive! How could Tywin send her blindly without knowing her fiance's fate? Did he know something that she didn’t?

She hated it. Hated Tywin. Hated Oberyn. Hated (y/n).

Hated Jaime even. He abandoned her for (y/n).

She stops in her steps despite Kevan trying to pull her along. Digging in her heels she forces her uncle to look back at her. They were just a few inches from the plank that led up to the ship. Men were still milling around them with her chests filled with expensive clothes and part of her generous dowry that Doran had requested.

Cersei grits her teeth, eyes wild and slightly startling Kevan. “I’m not going to Dorne.”

There was little pity he felt for Cersei and her furocity. Mixed with a bit of admiration. Even now Cersei was too stubborn to admit defeat. “I’m afraid you are.”

Two Lannister guards have appeared behind Cersei so that the only way for her to escape was to jump into the water. Her weighty skirts would certainly drag her to a watery grave.

Rage and tears burned behind her eyes as she is forced up to the deck of the ship then led to her own personal room. It was small, dark, and utterly depressing with only a small porthole to look out of. It guaranteed no escape. Tywin would not risk losing his last child. Not that the room was all that terrible; there was a beautiful dark wood desk and plenty of oil lamps to light up the room. Her bed even had some of her own linens from her bed in Casterly Rock. Everything to make her cell comfortable. There was nothing that could comfort her though. It was the end of the line for her.

A lioness being backed into a cage. The panic was immediate in her when she put one step forward then another, but her face was calm. For even though panic had seized her, so did anger and with anger came the desire for retribution.

Deck hands were bumbling around above preparing to set sail to Dorne. The journey would be a long one and with the knowledge that she was not a willing occupant, Kevan made the wise choice to sequester Cersei off to her own room. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.” He stood at the threshold of her door, looking into her room at a safe distance.

“Release me, that’s what I need.”

Exasperated with his niece, Kevan shook his head and closed the door. Cersei could hear the click of a lock. They were definitely taking all necessary precautions for her.

She wanted to rage, to scream and bang her fists against the door. Spill every curse that she knew. That would be unbecoming for a lady of her tier. Instead she huffed out hot air and angrily sat at her small desk. The events that led up to her capture were replaying in Cersei’s mind. Tywin’s disappointed gaze as he basically said that (y/n) was better than Cersei for marrying Rhaegar all on her own without any schemes or planning.

How did they expect her to stay peacefully in her prison when her thoughts were running wild. She had lost her own father’s favor. His slight comment on (y/n) made it clear to Cersei that his opinion on the pitiful Lannister girl had brightened considerably after her supposed death. (y/n) stole everyone from her. The moment she was conceived had been the end for Cersei and her perfect family.

Out of frustration, Cersei swiped all of the contents that had decorated her desk off onto the floor in a loud clatter. Her life shouldn’t have taken this turn. Before (y/n) had been born, Cersei’s life had been going up and up. She was the center of her mother’s attention and the pride of her father. Yet no one had asked how she felt about Joanna having another baby. When her mother gave the family the news that she was with child once more, Cersei felt the indignation of not being consulted. She knew a six year old had little say in family decisions but it was still a hard truth to swallow for young Cersei; she who thought the whole world belonged to her.

Then came that squawking creature that should have died at birth. Tywin should have never tried to revive the child and just leave her be. Everything around her rotted; Jaime had Tywin’s favoritism due to him being the heir and future lord, and (y/n) had secured Joanna’s affections. Leaving nothing for Cersei.

The darkin was supposed to change things. All those late night rendezvous with a former member of the Golden Company who still had ties to the assassins. The gold she had stolen from her father’s own coffers to get the information she desired could buy an entire town. A sinister whisper had bugged her from the night where she thought (y/n) was finally dead. That whisper taunted her that (y/n) wasn’t dead, that the girl had somehow survived.

No, Cersei had thought to herself that was impossible. (y/n) would be burned beyond recognition. There was absolutely no way that (y/n) could have survived.

Yet there was that whisper that kept her up at night. It made her anxious and doubt herself. They hadn’t found her body. No remains, not even an article of clothing while the maid’s corpse was charred and difficult to scrape off of the ground.

Cersei put her head in her hands.

The hours drummed against her skull, stretching to unbearable lengths that had Cersei knocking on her own door to be let out. A small stretch and the salty ocean air were all the entertainment that was offered to her. Her room had been slowly closing in on her and she needed out but there was no one to answer her. Perhaps her Uncle Kevan wanted her to be out of sight and out of mind. Compared to his older brother, Kevan was made of weaker material. The man even had a soft spot for her misshapen brother.

She hadn’t thought much of Tyrion, even when he disappeared from Casterly Rock. Ser Kevan had been concerned and sent a small search party to scour the surrounding areas big and small. Cersei had figured they would find his dead body fairly quickly, but much like with (y/n) nothing had been found.

It became clear after five more minutes of knocking that no one was going to answer her let alone allow her out of her cell. She would be forced to simmer in her anger which was never a good thing.

Always underestimated, no one ever expected the actual intelligence that Cersei possessed just because she was a woman. That was why she was smarter. Cersei found men easy to manipulate moreso.

Her mind had just started working when her door opened. Timidly, her uncle steps in with a tray of food. Was it already supper time?

Cersei glanced out of the dirty porthole to gauge the time of day but it was difficult with the grime that caked the glass. Ears trained on the noises behind her as Ser Kevan settled her tray down on her desk. He noticed the strewn items on the ground, some broken. “Dinner.”

“I can see that. Why didn’t anyone open the door when I knocked on it?” She snapped her face back toward him, her green eyes deadly slits.

“No one heard. Cersei, we must discuss your etiquette and behavior in Dorne. You can’t act like this when you meet Doran Martell. You will be representing not just your father, but all of Casterly Rock. His brother is risking quite a lot in this war. As is Tywin. . . There are certain expectations set for you.” Kevan stands tall trying to pass a formidable aura. “And remember that you did agree to this all.”

Partially. Tywin had told her that he had offered her hand in marriage to Oberyn Martell, he didn’t necessarily ask for her approval of the matter. All she could do was let the cards fall where they may. She was holding out hope that Oberyn did perrish in the deadly wildfire. Oberyn’s death may very well be her only way out of this mess.

Cersei was ready to utter her reply before the ship sharply leaned to the side making Ser Kevan take a tumble and nearly fall right into his niece who was trying to keep her balance. The boards that composed the ship shivered at the impact. An ear splitting banging reverberated in Cersei’s skull. Vaguely the sound of bells could be heard above. Bells and battle horns.

“Stay here!” Kevan hissed at her and rushed to the door, slamming it closed right in her face as she had tried to slip out.

What Cersei didn’t know at the time was that the cruel gods had smiled down upon her and granted her wish to never set foot in Dorne. Her answer came in the shape of pirates as they fought off the Lannister men. Smoke filled the sea and lungs of men. They had been laying in wait for the perfect prey. Patience paid off. Isn’t that what Tywin had always told Cersei?

Excitement above, Cersei stalked around her small room anxious. She couldn’t even see what was going on.

There was so much yelling and screaming she could hear; who was winning?

The scuffling of boots was growing closer to her room. Other nearby rooms were being broken into, hinges torn off or doors destroyed entirely with swords. Only a matter of time before they reached her.

Jumping away from her door as it’s kicked in violently, Cersei prepares herself for whoever it was attacking the ship.

“What treasure have we found here?” The sultry voice of a woman enters before the owner makes her appearance. Much to Cersei’s dismay, this stranger is incredibly striking with a wild mass of pitch black curls that frame a long, dark, face. In those curls were wilted flowers the hue of dried blood. They were scattered artistically in her hair. Her eyes, so rich with brown that they almost appeared a rusty red. Voluptuous body partially hidden by a captain’s coat that was three sizes too big. Thick brows scrunch together before lifting in a pleasant manner.

Men move behind her, ransacking more of the ship but leaving their apparent female captain to her own devices. A few take a peek inside of the room before she waves them off. Their gazes were not the pleasant kind which gentlemen show ladies.

Sensing her uneasiness, the captain casually brings up a chair that had been tossed onto the ground. “I didn’t think there would be any high born ladies on this ship.” Wearing tight trousers, she was able to cross her legs like a man confidently. Every so often she would look over her shoulder to see what her men were getting into before turning her attention back to Cersei. “You realize what has happened, yes?”

Grimacing, Cersei nods. “You’re a pirate. But there are hardly ever any pirates around this coast.”

The more she looked at her, the more Cersei realized how beautiful she was. Jealousy has always been a close friend of Cersei.

“Every once in a while we’ll stray to this side and see if there are any ships worth taking. So, who does this ship belong to?” She was completely unfazed by everything, from the sword slung on her hip to the blood stains that were on her blouse. There was no fear of repercussions present. “There’s no sigil on any of the flags or on the sails. But the ship itself is exquisitely built.”

“Funny, I was wondering the same thing of you. A female pirate, it’s quite rare. Who are you?” Cersei eyed the captain who chuckled and got up from her seat.

“Boy, I can tell you’re going to be fun.” She sings before standing right in front of Cersei. “But that’s not the game I play. You want to be difficult? How about I throw you to my men? They’re hungry for pleasures of the flesh. I’m sure you would make a perfect bed warmer for them.”

On cue, one of them pokes their head in. She looks over her shoulder with a grin. “I don’t like asking twice.”

This was no place to be haughty. Cersei had no choice but to reel herself in and think quickly on how she was going to survive. “Lannister. Cersei Lannister.”

Her gloved hand gently touches Cersei’s jaw. “A Lannister huh? Isn’t that the house of the man who is said to shit gold?”

“You know your house lords.” Cersei comments trying to prevent herself from recoiling from the woman’s touch. Something in her mind clicked in place. A plan. Something she had been desperately trying to conceive since she was taken from Casterly Rock. She had to choose her words carefully.

“Where is your gold then?”

Nodding her head in the direction of her dowry chest, the female pirate saunters over making sure to keep an eye on her captive. She opens it and is silent for a few moments. “Beautiful. The gamble certainly did pay off.”

“I can offer you a lot more than that.”

“I’m sure you can.”

“No, you don’t seem to understand.” Crossing her arms she points out the other pieces of luggage in her room to which the woman searches through to find more exquisite items like hand crafted gowns and more jewelry. “I can offer you something greater than anything here on this ship. I can offer you the vaults of Casterly Rock.”

That made her laugh. “Oh you must think I’m stupid.”

“I’m serious. That is if you can do a favor for me.”

She turns on Cersei, her eyes studying and calculating each move. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors little lady.”

“I can give you access to the vaults. Pillage, sack, do whatever you want to Casterly Rock. I care not of it’s fate.”

“It’s your home though.”

With such a calm, dead voice, Cersei replies “Not anymore. I would gladly watch it burn.”

Toying around with the idea, the woman fiddles with a long gold chain that had a lion pendant dangling from it. A gift from Joanna from so many years ago. Only now Cersei gazed at it with bitterness and resentment. “And what would be the favor you ask of?”

“All I ask is that you allow me service to your ship and crew. My sister is somewhere in Essos and I plan on finding her.”

“How sweet.”

“Not really. I want to kill her.”

That put a shine in her eyes. “Oh?”

“I will give you everything and anything in order to find and terminate her.”

Her smile returns. “I knew you would be fun.”

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count-von-kit · 3 months

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I'm never really sure how to sell myself, or rather garner interest to a fandom that has yet to really be established. But it's a small and wholesome group that I adore regardless. And I hope one day it will grow, because these goons have been the serotonin ride that's gotten me out of many tough spots time and time again. I'm finally in the position to slowly migrate my stuff from KoFi onto Ao3, and the reason I'm doing so is because KoFi outside of just being tipped doesn't really assist much for writers. I've lost many one-shot series because their blogging system does not allow to track posts by calendar dates like other spaces. But that's a personal rant for another time. That said, while I migrate my works to another site I still struggle to garner interest for some things I worked hard to write, even with having created a fandom tag for my very own family. And I know some things take time, but on the same token it still feels discouraging to a lesser degree. Namely because I'm not really sure just how to get people interested? If you're looking for wholesome and queer to read, I would be happy to present the following:

"Happy Birthday, Rose!" is a piece dedicated to Camp Boolieve's very own plant-loving gremlin. It's short, and to the point. More or less a birthday present I wrote for Rose's player. Some minor revisions were done to this when migrating it from my KoFi page, seeing as this was written before the series concluded. Now it holds a bit more accuracy. I would recommend this one specifically if you've listened to our playthrough, as there is a reference to a very specific episode.

"Hoodie" is a canonical piece written for the sake of gay fluff. It was written either right as Camp Boolieve was ending or immediately after? Or like right before our last episode? I can't quite remember exactly, but I wanted to write an important bit of how Abel likes to take Willy's hoodies. I did have to edit some things as I was nowhere near where I was when this got written. And while it's not perfect, it's still cute enough to sate those looking for fluff. Because we do love fluff.

A more spicy tale. "Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less [Unless]" is the Christmas piece I was posting about back in November/December. My group finally helped me deliver this live back in January. They also convinced me to put it up on Ao3. So with that, I added in some spicier bits that we could not deliver on Twitch. :) This canonical piece does have some trigger warnings to it, but I'm really happy with it. It was not fun to format when transferring it over there, but it's still something I'm proud of. And it's only part one! The rest of the tale will not be delivered until later this year. I had to split it into two parts as there was no way we'd be able to read the whole thing otherwise.

So if you're looking for a longer piece with a little bit of spice, then I would gladly suggest this one. Also if you're able to count all the FOB references in this one, then I will virtually give you a cookie. If you want a slightly less spicier version, you can listen to the stream on our VOD channel below [I am sorry in advance for the audio quality...]. But I am uh... trying to cater to getting those hits on my Ao3 stuff...

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And heck. If you like the series that much and want to check out where it all began, then boy howdy do I have a Playlist for you!

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read through this. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. I'm always so nervous to share my stuff with people outside of my comfort zone, but at the same time I'm also very eager to share it and always hope folks like what they read. So if you do take the time to read through pieces I've invested so much of myself into, I want you to know that I super appreciate you and the time you've given me. Thank you, and I love you.

-Alexander

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Hello, friends! This month on the Anime Nostalgia Podcast, I’m going to try something different. In honor of the passing of the iconic Leiji Matsumoto, I’ll be live streaming a fan memorial with translator Zack Davisson on March 19th, 2023 at 7PM Pacific time on my personal Twitch account here. The first part of the stream, Zack & I will be talking about Matsumoto’s life, his work, and why he is so important to fandom around the world. The second part of the stream, I want to open the floor to fans to share why they love Matsumoto’s work, why his stories were so special to them, or any other memories they’d like to share. I’ve decided that the best way to do this is by submitting written or recorded pieces from you, the fans! If you’d like to contribute to this part of the stream, feel free to either send a short recorded audio file for me to play on stream (preferably wav or mp3) OR, if you’d like me to read it for you, you can send short written submissions instead to AnimeNostalgiaPodcast(AT)gmail.com. Please get these written or recorded submissions emailed in by MARCH 17th, 2023 so that I have enough time to compile them all for the stream! Also, please note that depending on how many submissions I receive, I cannot promise I can share ALL of them, but I will try my best! You can also just come to the stream and chat with others about Matsumoto if you don’t feel like sharing anything personal.

After the livestream, I’ll be releasing an edited version of the audio from the stream as this month’s podcast episode. So if you can’t make it, you’ll still be able to listen!

Let’s all come together and share our love for the works of Leiji Matsumoto!

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alelathedragon · 7 months

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Word Girl AU: I almost killer her...

Part 2!!!

Narrator: Last time on… WORRRRRD GIRRRRL! Tobey threatened to crush the city!!! A G A I N!!! But this time has threatened Word Girl with the power of Lexonite! Will she be able to escape his desperate hands? Will she be forced to live a life of constantly forced playdates? WILL TOBEY STOP BEING SUCH A DUMMY AND LISTEN TO HER???!!! Find out… Maybe in this episode of… WORD GIRL!!! "

WG: " C'moooooon TOOOOOBEYYYYYY, what's the matter?? Afraid your mommy will yell at you for getting your shoes dirty??? "

" Ye- N O!! of course …. Not!! Of course not I just don't see the fun in splashing around in… Puddles," he said with a cringe on his face, reaching up to adjust his glasses as Word Girl jumped and made another splash in the muddy puddle getting more onto her already dirty super hero suit.

WG: " Yeah.. I'm sure that's totally the reason. "

" Aren't we supposed to be doing things that we BOTH…. enjoy?? "

WG: " hmmmm I dunno, kinda hard to enjoy myself when I'm being THREATENED to have a good time. "

" GRRRRRHHHMMM!!! " He took a deep breath in and then let it back out.. putting up his hands in a defensive manner before folding them behind his back " Alright… It's fine we have plenty of day to spare after all~ hmhmhm… Besides it wouldn't be all fun to just… Be in control of the entire thing… Some things have to be natural. "

Word Girl scowled with a roll of her eyes and continued to jump in the mud with an even more salty attitude to her… Tobey didn't get it. Word Girl was never his biggest fan, but they've had nice moments together, so what if he was using a new tactic to anchor her to his level??? What was different now than all the other times, why was she so… So… Furious at him??? His robits were well behaved, not destroying a single hair on anybody's head. He made robits to PROTECT this city while she was occupied!! To him, everything was the same… He's threatened her to hang out with him various times or even lied to her about a tracker remote so she would spend time with him naturally… Though now it could last! She wouldn't be whisked away by any other problems of any kind, it was just them and his heart fluttered at the thought. He turned his attention back to the girl hero who jumpscared him by being right beside him again.

" GHHH HUH!?!? "

WG:" Hehe.. I'm done jumping… Figured you'd want me to hold your hand again.. or else and what not. "

She offered her hand to him and his face got all red… Thoughts scattered in his mind and a hint of guilt rose up in the depths of his throat… But he quickly swallowed them and grabbed her hand in his once again. He wouldn't be able to live out this fantasy forever!! … Maybe… So he might as well take what he can get hmhmhm!!

" You know… By now you would usually have defined something… Won't you? I want to hear you define something. "

WG: " …..I can try, Lexonite makes it harder for me to define things, Tobey. "

" I know… But it's only a little bit, I did my best scientific research for the best amount of the meteorite to use on you~! "

Word Girl's brow twitched: " charming… "

" Oooh define that~ define… Charming~ "

She pinched her nose, rubbing it some before her eyes cast to the sky as she thought some, " Charming…. Charm… Charmed… To be Charming is to be… Good… you like it a lot uuuuuhhhh… "

She struggled some. Tobey opened his mouth, but she shoved her free hand to his face. " I got it, I got it…. Charming is to like something, it's really good and nice. Like the summer breeze is charming to feel against my face. "

They both went silent for a minute, Tobey reaching up to rub the back of his head a little before he snickered some.

WG: " What?? It's not my fault okay??!! "

" I know… heeheeheeheee… I just heeheeheehee… you're still cute even while trying your best just to fail heeheehee! "

WG: " Wh- "

" UH I MEAN… LOOK A BIRD-"

He tugged on her to pull her along the park more and head towards the public library as they could both find enjoyment there that wasn't so… Messy! And …. Nature…y!! When they got there Word Girl was a bit more excited than before, given her passion for reading, going over to the reading spots to pick the optimal one….

WG: " Right here. " She smiled some as she circled a cozy little spot near the wall that had bean bag chairs and a lamp that you could adjust to your liking. Tobey shrugged,

" Ah yes… I've grown quite fond of this spot myself, even if I must share it with Becky Botsford… This is her favorite reading spot too. "

WG laughed a bit: " Well what can I say? It's a really good spot… Anyways let's get some books! What were you thinking? "

" Oh… Uh… I was thinking that we could split up and grab the ones we want to share with each other the most! Not a… Favorites kind of thing, but just enjoying specific ones?? Together?? "

Word Girl tilt her head some but then got a very stern thinking face, " The books I want to share the most… That's just as impossible as asking me for my favorites though!!! "

Tobey laughed some: " Y-ehehes I know, Word Girl, but I think it will be a great bonding experience!! Now just make sure you do Not fly off and try anything or eeeeeelse~ "

Her current smile turned back into a disappointed frown. " Right… I had almost forgotten about the whole robots thing… Maybe we could have actually had a good time if you didn't feel the need to bring it up. "

She quickly walked away as he rose an arm up towards her, wanting to stop her, but he bit his lip and looked away in shame… No… No it's okay Tobey… She loves reading SOOOOO much that she'll probably forget all about it once again! Then you can both get ice cream!! You can use your pocket money to pay for her, she'll be so impressed! Thus he went off in a different direction to pick out his own books that he wished to share… Or he would have if it was easy, Word Girl was right! How is he supposed to pick just a few? These engineering books weren't just informative but inspiring! Then there were books about fictional super heroes.. some of his favorites were Jean Montone, Dr. Oddone, and a fanmade one specifically made off Word Girl: Literature Lady.

Strong but smart super heroes that used their intellect and powers to save the day… Well except his favorite real favorite, Dr. Destruction, who was a villain, buuuut hey they can't all be good. Eventually, he found himself back at the spot they had picked for sharing books and the lights were on in the library, he must have spent hours looking for the perfect books to show Word Girl- and seems she did too! As she was only coming back at the same time with what looked like two books from every single aisle in the library, the entire Pretty Princess collection, and every single Thesaurus and Dictionary the library had- Tobey gawked a little bit with big eyes that slowly became love struck as he got a squiggly smile. Only she could do something like that and look cool…

WG: " It was really hard not just picking up every book the library had! I love all the books because they all have something good they can share! "

Tobey snickered and motioned to the rolling cart he had borrowed to carry his own books over since he did not have super strength and currently didn't have any small robots on him to help him in the library. " Y-y hehehes I see~! I actually had quite the difficult time myself, there are just so many good ones that I- "

WG gasped and flew over to nab a book off his pile to hold it in front of her, " Dr. Oddone!! I LOVE!! Dr. Oddone!! His powers are so surreal as he goes to other planets and solves what would seem to be impossible problems! Not an unrealistic story if I say so myself since y'know snort I'm from a whole different planet and all! "

" Y-yes! Actually I didn't think of that… I just really enjoy how he is able to not just use his amazing powers to save the day but his ingeniously high IQ too! And to think he used to be such an … An uhhh- "

WG: " -Entitled? "

" Yes! An entitled man that was only in it for the money… How a bit of… Uhmm- "

WG: " -Humility? "

" Uhm…yes.. again thank you ahem how humility changed a man. "

WG snorted again and put the book down before going to sit in the spot while grabbing her own book to share. Looking up at Tobey with a genuine smile… His cheeks felt warm as he approached her and- sat ….down…be-SIDE HER!!!!!! HGGGG! His heart was racing at 10 miles per hour right now, he's never had such a meaningful heart-to-heart with Word Girl before. She moved her arms so the book she had was in front of both of them, he was so happy…. Until he read the cover of the book and his eyebrows rose some in confusion.

" 'Empathy and You'? This is the first book that Word Girl, super hero of the city… Wants to share more than anything else? "

Word Girl gave a bit of a side eye look while shrugging, " IIIIIIII think it has some really meaningful lessons in it like: how to feel compassion for others, thinking about how your actions impact the world.. ooo look at this one- "

She opened the book and put her finger to a paragraph to which Tobey was not impressed but .. he couldn't just say no. The deal was to collect what books they wanted to share and share them, so he went along with it and read the book with her…

Hours Later

Tobey lifted up his glasses and rubbed his eyes some with the back of his hand as Word Girl finished reading aloud the last book they were going over together: 'How to Know if You are Feeling Guilty and What You can do to Solve the Problem.'

WG: " yaaaaaaawn oooomf… Man… What time is it? " She looked up at the nearest clock and her eyes widened as she suddenly zipped up from her spot, putting her hands to the sides of her head " OH NO!! I'm gonna be late for dinner!! We must have been called back hours ago!! Here Tobey, I'll put away all the books I need to go! "

" D-don't forget to meet me at my house tomorrow! "

WG: " Uh huh, sure. " She said quickly as she zipped off in a hurry to put away all the books… Tobey got up and did a big stretch, cracking his back and yawning once again. They spent nearly all day in the library bonding over books!! Word Girl even seemed a bit impressed when he showed her a book that wasn't engineering!! And even when he did, he got to explain how the words functioned in robots!! Of course she knew what the words meant, however, she didn't understand the fundamentals of building them in a live robot hehehehehe~💖 Even her books were more or less very interesting.. he didn't really get into the Pretty Princess stuff as much as she was, but he enjoyed listening to her talk about it for a long period of time. Going over the dictionary together was pretty neat as he learned some new words and she rambled about the word's history a little bit. She's so beautiful~ Using one of his robots on standby to carry him home, upon getting inside he was greeted to the smell of a wonderfully made stew by his mother. After going to the table to sit down, he thanked his mom and chowed down before immediately going upstairs to get ready for bed.

As he brushed his teeth… He felt a tug in his chest that he didn't understand. This weight of feelings inside him that seemed to come out of nowhere.. he wondered what it was but ultimately was to tired to keep worrying about it and went to bed thinking about what he would do with Word Girl tomorrow….

His eyes shut and his head was filled with childish glee as he was carried around the city by Word Girl and they took in the sights together.

" This is amazing Word Girl, you have such a way with flying~ "

WG giggled… But then her voice became serious, " Too bad this can't be genuine, right? ….Power Freak. "

His eyes widened some as he looked up to see Word Girl scowling at him, sweat beaded his head. " Wh- what? What are you talking about? Word Girl why are you- "

She sneered: " -Why am I??!!? You have the audacity to ask me why I'm being mean when YOU are holding me against my will!?? I knew we could never get along.. I don't even know why I humor you and tell your mom. You deserve to rot in jail. "

" W-Word girl!?? " He looked down to see the Lexonite necklace on his body and he panicked. " N-no!! You don't understand!! I … I mean yes I'm using it, b-but-!! "

She shook her head and he felt her hands loosen their grip. " 'But' nothing… I'm just a toy like the city… " she let go, " aren't I…. THEODORE? "

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOO- " Tobey flung himself up from his bed as his voice cracked, " NO! NO PLEASE WORD GIR- "

He panted some as his vision took in his surroundings, his chest was pounding as he felt the weight of his body being supported by his bed and not at the mercy of the wind from falling from a ridiculous height. A…..a nightmare …. Just a nightmare.. Tobey… He rubbed his eyes some just to realize that his face was wet. Pulling his hands away, he saw the tears forming at the sides of his eyes and a hicc escaped the back of his throat.

" MOMMMMYYYYYYYY " He got up out of bed and went running to his mother in tears, spending the rest of the night by her side….

The Next Morning

Tobey was awake bright and early, sneaking out of his mother's bed to head back to his own room and sit upon his rocking chair. Face going into his hands as he groaned. What was that dream?? Word Girl would never say those things to him, let alone drop him from that height to his demise… Right, because it was all a stupid nightmare!!! Nothing more! It didn't mean anything, it was just his doubts about this plan working out like he intended….. Mmmmmmmm…. He sat there for a bit 'til he heard their doorbell ring and he perked up.

" I got it! " He quickly got changed and brushed his hair, then proceeded to run down the stairs and go to the front door and look out the spy glass to see!! Word Girl!! ….and… A giant Roboooot ARM!?!?!

He flung the door open and gazed at the giant robot arm in dismay, going to his knees. " MY- MY ROBITS!!! "

Word Girl gave a smug grin. " H e h ~ what's the matter, Tobey? I wake up too early for your liking? I came over like you saaaaid~ "

His fists clutched and shook as a low grumble came from the boy, " GRRRRRR! HOW DARE YOU!! "

WG: " Easily. "

" You weren't supposed to defeat them while I was in bed!! "

WG: " And let the robots menacingly stand over the city threatening the city AND the rest of my weekend? Ye-ah hah! No. I don't think so. " She folded her arms as Tobey scowled at her, pointing a finger.

" You may have won this time Word Girl… But there is plenty of Lexonite in the galaxy, and I will have my perfect playdate you hear me!?!?! "

WG sighed and face palmed: Tobey…… No… How could I expect you to have learned anything from yesterday…. There's nothing for you to feel guilty about… Is there…. "

Tobey sweat some and fiddled his fingers before clearing his throat and scoffing " of course not, your little lie about it being life threatening was nothing more than that; a lie… Besides anytime I ask you if we can hang out without a giant Robit being there you say no! "

They both were silent, Word Girl just shaking her head some before flying away. Tobey folded his arms in a pretzel and turned around only to be greeted by his mother in her robe giving him the Mom Glare. Reaching to grab his ear and drag him inside- grounding him for the rest of the week…

Thanks to @femboi-rayne for proof reading and fixing my spelling mistakes!! It's really pog of you and I appreciate it :3

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loreweaver-universe · 11 months

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And that’s the episode.

I like this show. The characters are great, the voice acting’s great, the art’s great, the story is interesting, the worldbuilding is interesting. I like it. Searching for Kipo’s people is a good plot hook; my biggest question about it is whether this is going to be an episodic story or an ongoing primary narrative. The cliffhanger we just had points to the latter, and I HOPE it’s the latter, but we’ll have to see.

Dave and Benson in particular are very fun. I’m a big fan of charming rogues done well, and the fact that they backed Kipo up almost without question speaks to their character. Mandu is...well, just a macot character, really, and one that doesn’t add a lot besides giving Kipo characterization about how she bonds with anything and anyone. Wolf is fairly fun, and I look forward to the slow cracking of her armor. Kipo, finally, is a pretty good protagonist; she’s fun to watch, fun to listen to, and both charming and endearing in equal measure.

I‘m looking forward to more of this show. I’m pretty sure the patron who picked it wants me to keep watching indefinitely, which is fine by me.

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🐦 Afternoon Update: Idiot Unplugs Things

How foolish of me, to think that the frenetic pace of things would somehow slow down. If you haven’t already backed up your account/data at Twitter. Um. You should. If that is indeed still functioning behind the scenes.

Because like, apparently the moment I hit post this morning, our local genius who wants to start a colony on Mars, who knows all things in the universe, does what any smart person would do, made this announcement.

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Twitterpocalypse -- The Final Countdown(?)

*cracks knuckles*

All right. I had thought we were done. I had thought about retiring these, as the last one got a bit out of hand. I had planned on doing other things tonight, but it appears, my people need me.

And this genuinely might be the last one (at least from me). So let's see if I can sum up what's happened since our last episode, and see how many screenshots I can artfully arrange together before Tumblr breaks.

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paperstorm · 2 years

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WIP WEDNESDAY (even tho it's Tuesday)

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland

This is from the tag for episode 1x8; Carlos sitting by TK's hospital bed and having all of his feelings.

“Hi, TK,” Carlos whispers.

He’s still so beautiful. It doesn’t seem fair. It should definitely be impossible. He’s in a hospital bed with a bandage on his chest and tubes in his nose, and he can’t wake up. He should look sallow; his cheeks should be hollowed and his skin should be dull and lifeless. But he’s perfect. Any lines of worry are smoothed from his face, his dark eyelashes are fanned out preciously over his skin, his mouth is relaxed. He doesn’t look wounded or sick or like he’s trapped in there somewhere fighting for his life. He looks peaceful. Just like he’s asleep.

This is only the second time Carlos has seen him asleep, and there are agonizing twinges in his gut as he remembers how lovely TK had looked with his head on Carlos’s pillow. How serene and how innocent. Carlos had watched him for a long time after TK dozed off, just lied there next to him, listening to him breathe, watching dreams play out in the scattered twitching of his eyelids. He was beautiful then, and he’s beautiful now, even though this time he isn’t bravely letting himself fall asleep in Carlos’s bed and trusting Carlos to keep him safe. This time he’s in a hospital and he might not wake up.

“I don’t know what to say,” Carlos tells him. He sniffs and wipes his dripping nose. “I just saw you yesterday. And you’re not gone, you’re right here in front of me, but I miss you. I miss you like it’s been months since I’ve heard you laugh.”

The slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is equal parts an irritant in the otherwise quiet room and the most beautiful sound Carlos has ever heard, because it means TK is alive. It means his heart is still pumping.

“I like your laugh. I like the way your nose scrunches up. I like how cute you are when you’re annoyed. I like how you play tough but you’re really gentle underneath, even though you don’t want anyone to know that. I like how brave you are. I like how much cooler you are than me, but I can still get you flustered so easy. I like so many things about you, and I never told you most of them because I didn’t think you’d let me. But you can’t stop me right now, can you?”

Carlos’s hands flex on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch TK. His skin is so tantalizing, Carlos always wants to have his hands on him, but this time TK can’t consent to it. He doesn’t even know Carlos is here. And it’s always been so important to him that TK be fully on board with anything and everything because he has suffered so much and Carlos refuses to be one more thing on the list of his hurts.

He only lasts a minute or two. He digs his short fingernails into the fleshy part of his palm and then he lifts his hand, letting it hover for a moment over TK’s forearm. Carlos holds his breath, because if he lowers it and TK is cold or clammy Carlos thinks the chances that he’ll be able to avoid bursting into tears are almost zero. But TK isn’t. Carlos slides light fingertips over his arm and he’s warm. Soft and familiar and so warm, so much life left inside him.

All the breath leaves his lungs in an exhausted rush of air. “You need to wake up,” he tells TK, leaning forward in his chair and curling his fingers in to press them against the vulnerable inside of TK’s elbow. With his other hand he reaches to TK’s face, drawing the backs of his knuckles slowly over TK’s cheek. It’s warm, too, and prickly with second-day stubble, and Carlos wants to kiss it so badly.

“You just need to,” he says again. “I know you like to argue and you hate to be what people expect. But tough shit, okay? You just have to come back. Nobody’s ready to live without you. They’re all here, all your friends, your dad. We’re all waiting for you and people have lives to live so you gotta stop keepin’ us waiting.”

TK’s eyelids flutter, just a little, just once, and then he stills again.

“I need more time, TK.” Carlos’s voice breaks. “I haven’t convinced you to let me love you, yet.”

He lets his hand move, sliding up the soft inside of TK’s arm and holding it, fingers slotted underneath the sleeve of his hospital gown. He scoots forward a bit more in his chair and teeters on the edge of it, leaned as far over as he can short of climbing into the bed with TK. He desperately wants to do that, but knows he can’t. Even if TK were awake – no, even once TK is awake – Carlos still probably shouldn’t do that. They have a difficult time keeping their hands off each other, and TK has a bullet wound in his chest.

He smooths his other hand over TK’s hair. It’s so soft, and it feels so nice between his fingers, and it had smelled so good in the morning. On the one morning TK let him have. Carlos doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets another.

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duckmumbo · 2 years

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can we get wells AND hels? a 2-for-1??

Anon you are speaking my language right now

Wels

First impression - Wels is the only other hermit who's single-player series i watched before watching their hermitcraft videos, in fact I didn't even know hermitcraft existed when I was watching wels. His Nature's Beauty series is, no joke, the series that got me into modded minecraft in the first place and what really kickstarted me rediscovering how much I love and adore minecraft, so I really have a special place for his content in my heart khgdjfb. also fun fact he is the first streamer I ever watched on twitch, i watched one of his streams when he was working on his base path in s7 (i have just realized how long ago that was girl help im becoming nostalgic)

Impression now - insane. Ok listen I’ve had this in my drafts for a while and that was the only word under this category thing and honestly? Valid. He is a little insane you don’t come up with his s7 plot line if you’re not at least the tiniest bit insane. I want to study him under a microscope I want to put him in a closed ecosystem jar and see how he fares I want to shake him around and see if he’d make a wobble sound or a rattling sound. I think he’d be crunchy. You think he’s in hiding he’s just biding his time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes we’re the star studded group got together just to crush you-

Favorite moment - when he went to Beef’s cloning machine and when it didn’t seem to work he’s like “aw that’s a bummer. Oh well!” like my dude. You just went in a cloning machine that got struck by lightning and your reaction is just “lol oh well” ???? Iconic

Idea for a story - ok listen. mdbb server gives me intense brainrot over anything and one of the things it gave me brainrot over is the entity being Patrick’s rock from Grian’s s6 starter base and wanting to follow him to s9 since it didn’t get enough screen time and it somehow became friends with Wels when he got left behind in s6. Idk how I’d write it, but I’m obsessed with this au

Random opinion - I wish he had been able to finish Welsmart. It was a great concept and I loved the building it looked amazing, I wish he had had time to actually open it and make diamonds.

Favorite relationship - him and jevin are just. So good

Favorite headcanon - I haven’t seen much of this but bird wels is just so good. I may be very biased though

Hels

First impression - what. why did the cloning machine make evil wels. why did he put wels in a hole. why are they rapping. what’s going on

Impression now - he’s my poor little meow meow but like. in the opposite direction from Evil Xisuma. I’m a helsknight apologist. I can’t believe he lost a rap battle where he said he was gonna kill everyone wels loved I’m never gonna let him live it down what an idiot (affectionate). He’s a force of chaos and he is unstoppable your puny words mean nothing for defeat is impossible

Favorite moment - I just went back and rewatched the episode where Helsknight first appeared and. He stopped in the middle of building the trap and just. Slept the night away. Sir you’re in the middle of leaving a trap for someone you want to kill what are you doing stop sleeping he’s coming back soon

Idea for a story - this literally just came to me but. Wels came back when hels just woke up and he’s like…. “what” and hels is like “GO AWAY IM BUILDING A TRAP FOR YOU” and wels is just like “…..ok I guess” and then they somehow speedrun an enemies to family arc I wanna write this now help

Random opinion - I want more helsknight. I just think he deserves to be utilized in fics just as much as Evil Xisuma. Give me helsknight redemption arcs give me helsknight tragic backstories give me more helsknight

Favorite relationship - does this man ever talk to anyone other than wels. He’s not even friends with wels. Anyways I like to think they end up being like brothers who rarely speak and when they do they usually end up bickering but the second someone insults the other they’re ready to throw hands

Favorite headcanon - ok I’m still watching the helsknight episode as I’m typing this up and why is helsknight just like standing there and occasionally bobbing his head or punching the air during his verse. Like he doesn’t move as much as wels does so headcanon this man has no sense of rhythm. Oh my god he dances like he’s in the Sims.

#this took so long I’m so sorry anon #I just didn’t have any thoughts in my brain ever #but it’s ok I did it :)#wait did we do it #is this all the hermits #did I ever do iskall #I don’t remember lol #anyways tag time #roy talks #ask game #answered #character asks #hermitcraft #welsknight #wels #helsknight #yeah

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tmisaccidentreportbook · 2 years

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Oh... Hello.

OK. So we’ve all seen the nonsense that’s happening on Twitter. How Rusty Quill are dropping these crumbs and we are all losing our minds. There are some smart, rational, composed folk amongst us that can decode these clues, that are able to put the pieces together and read the signs gifted to us from these laughing gods. But I am not of this breed. I’m foaming at the mouth and twitching slightly, trying to keep the screaming at a level that you could be forgiven to mistake it for a tea kettle.

Now, I have been an avid fan of TMA since 2020. Yes, yes, I was brought on late. A dear friend of mine had been recommending it and then possibly regretted her choices and association with me as the new hyper fixation grabbed me by the throat and she endured months of my stream of consciousness ramblings in her DMs. But I burned through them. In a manner and at a rate I have since been told was rather alarming. It was 2020, I was going through it. We all were. No doubt that will be discussed.

But the point is, I wanted to do a relisten because there were periods where I was getting through upwards of 5 episodes a day, and I know that may not sound like much but I was still working full time and I just kept going. So, I’ve missed things, it’s blurred a little. I was planning on maybe starting in the new year, maybe on Halloween, i.e. anniversary of the Eyepocalpse. But then this all started and now violins of the main theme are singing in my blood and ALL THE THOUGHTS are resurfacing and, c’mon, @dodgylogic has a busy life to lead and doesn’t have the time to answer all my screaming voice messages, although does have the time to laugh at them apparently. And I hope you will too. Laugh, heckle, scream at me in the tags, I want this to be a discussion along the lines of a poorly disciplined A Level English Lit class.

So, I’m going to do a relisten. An episode a day or so. 2 years on. Much in my life has changed since the first listen but, oh so. very. many. things. haven’t...

I think this podcast was recommended to me at a time when I was white knuckling through life. I think it was while season 4 was still coming out, late season 4. I was hemmed in by 2 pandemics, isolated and burning out at a terrifying rate. This podcast helped me reconnect with a dear friend and it was so much easier to scream about what I was hearing than scream about what I was living. I remember being in certain places when I first heard some lines, I remember exactly what I was ‘thousand-yard-staring’ at in some cases.

I’m white knuckling again, but this time, I know where the good handholds are.

So with that, buckle in kids.

This is The Magnus Institute’s Accident Report Book and I’m the Designated First Aider.

Supplemental: So in going over some old messages, turns out it’s 2 years to the day that I started listening to The Magnus Archives, 13th October 2020... I feel seen and I don’t like it!

#MAG000 #designated first aider #introductions #the magnus archives

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synthaholics · 9 months

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Episode 349: Oppenheimer

Hello there! Thanks for joining us on episode 349 of the Synthaholics podcast! In this episode we stay topical and discuss Christopher Nolan's next hit Oppenheimer! Is it the best movie of the year? Were you, yes you, able to understand the dialogue? Is it weird to you that Einstein was a real person? What was your favorite part? We don’t know when the next time is yet but we will return. Until then take care and email us at [email protected] because I demand it!

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confessionsofanarcadeaddict · 2 years

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And here we are, it's Saturday night! Sorry I can't muster a smile today because I'm pretty much worn out. Between my knee going out earlier this week which meant I couldn't do very much aside from limp my way through the week, to having to rearrange my move date by one day, to realizing that I'm out of time and having to really hustle to get everything done before Thursday, yeah... stress. On the arcade front, Spencer's going pretty well today. If you live in the Greater Detroit area and you want to get your game on come on over! $20 get you in the door until we close tonight. We have 125 games ranging from the old school classics to some of the best imports from Japan. As far as the podcast goes, I have not been able to concentrate on very much over these last couple of weeks so I made the executive decision to put it on hold until we move this week. Worry not true believers, I am going to resume recording on a slightly accelerated schedule once we get settled in. For the next 2 months once I start recording and posting again I'm going to try and get an episode out every two weeks. So you have a little bit more of me to look forward to for a little while. Thank you all for your listening patronage, your donations, and the positive feedback. I'm getting back on the horse soon! Oh by the way, maybe by the end of the year or the beginning of 2023, I'm seriously looking into streaming. I have the Twitch account ready to go, I just need to get a camera and do a proper setup of streaming software. It will take a little time, but this is the next step in what I want to do. So once again stay tuned! #arcadeemployee #arcadelife #thearcadeinbrighton #thearcade #bestarcadeinmichigan #confessionsofanarcadeaddict #coaa #podcast #classicarcadegames #videogames (at The Arcade) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiEAx-VOL4k/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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eponymous-rose · 3 years

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Wanted to add, if anyone’s curious: Critical Role is starting its third campaign tomorrow (Thursday, October 21)! If you’ve been looking for a jumping-on point for the show that doesn’t involve watching hundreds and hundreds of hours of content to catch up, this is it. Each campaign takes place in the same overall world as the previous ones, but at enough of a remove (different continent, set some time later) that the impact of prior campaigns is usually reduced to the odd NPC cameo and no knowledge of those plots is needed to enjoy the story.

I know D&D actual-plays are much more mainstream than they were back when campaign two was first getting started, but in case that hasn’t been your thing: it’s literally just listening in on someone else’s game of Dungeons and Dragons. They’ve got great production value and an absolutely absurd new set for the new campaign (projections????), but the game itself is totally unedited, which means you get the full experience of table talk, flubs, and occasionally having to take an early break because everyone has the giggles. The players are all experienced actors and longtime friends, though, so they’re very good at sharing the spotlight, building each other up, and occasionally messing with each other for maximum humorous effect.

Matt Mercer, the DM, is clearly living his Dungeons & Dragons dreams - he’s mentioned that this set is something he’s daydreamed about since he was DMing in high school, and on top of creating the world, he has control over the visual effects during the game and builds the battle maps himself. The seven players (plus occasional guest players!) buy in to their characters in a huge way; it really does feel like reading a book or watching a show where every single character has a writer who’s always in their corner. They’ve got a great crew (including, now that they’re pre-recording, subtitles for every episode as it airs) and the show’s getting more and more polished without losing the fun side of the chaos of it all.

The episodes are free-to-watch and air every Thursday (except, starting in November, for the last week of each month when a one-shot will air instead) at 7 PM Pacific Time on Twitch, typically running for around 4 hours. That’s long as heck, so if you’re not super into watching something for that long in one sitting or if the time zone’s not in your favor, you’re in luck: they rebroadcast on Twitch at midnight Pacific Time and 9 AM Pacific Time on Fridays, then post to YouTube the following Monday. You can also subscribe on Twitch to be able to watch the VOD immediately after (and even during) airing - if you have an Amazon Prime account, you get one free subscription.

They also post episodes in audio-only form to a podcast feed a week after airing - you may have to poke around a bit because the earlier episodes were on a different feed due to the changeover to CR becoming its own company.

Anyway, I do really love this show - I think it’s an incredibly fun example of creativity and communal storytelling, and the throughline always hews back to found family and deep friendships. It feels like watching a fantasy epic that’s somehow had the goofy cast shenanigans integrated right into it, with the added intensity of a really good sports game - after all, everything is unscripted and the nature of D&D means that a character can permanently die at any time.

It’s great fun all around, and even if you do fall behind on it and only poke your head back in occasionally down the line, jumping in at the start of a new campaign is a pretty wild experience all around.

If you’re interested, the Twitch channel is here and the YouTube channel is here. Watch live at 7 PM Pacific on Thursday, October 21st!

#critical role #long text post

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And that’s...Fooly Cooly.

What an interesting show. I find myself wishing that it was longer; there’s so much worldbuilding that would’ve been cool to see fleshed out. On the other hand, the brevity and mystery of the show really helps drive home Naota’s perspective--all of this is happening so swiftly in his life and so confusingly on top of that that he gets overwhelmed and latches on to the one constant in all of it.

The show is a very interesting metaphor for the changes that come during your teenage years--the new experiences, feelings, responsibilities...all the strange and wonderful and terrifying things that are happening to you as you hit puberty and transition into being a proper teenager. I’m a little embarrassed that it took me as long as it did (the end of episode 4, if I recall correctly) to realize that, but the show IS very fast-paced, and I found myself a little overwhelmed as a result.

Naota’s a very good protagonist (and I’m always a sucker for Barbara Goodson), but I again found myself wishing we’d gotten to see more of him interacting with his classmates and friends. Those were some entertaining side characters, but I feel like they could have done more with them. I wonder what the reason for making it a six-episode show was; was that the way the story was originally written? Was that all they could get approval for? Was this show based on the manga, or was the manga based on the show?

I keep talking about my desire for there to be more show, to delve more deeply into the characters and worldbuilding, but thinking about it, that might have been a detriment to the character of Raharu. She benefits greatly from remaining unexplained until the final episode, and I think revealing more about her would have taken that away. And Naota and Raharu are the important bits of the show, after all, so I guess the short episode count is a good thing.

You may have noticed me complaining incessantly about Raharu and Mamimi romancing a twelve-year-old, but that’s from an adult perspective--they’re perfect to illustrate the awakening feelings of a kid going through puberty, and as gross as it is to me, they’re used very effectively to that end.

The soundtrack is also very interesting, incidentally--I don’t think I’d listen to any of it independently of the series (it’s just not my genre) but it sets the tone and mood of the show VERY well. I don’t think the show would be the same with a more traditional soundtrack, and I really should give it a proper listen without the distraction of the dialogue and visuals.

Anyways, that’s Fooly Cooly! What an excellent show. Give it a watch, I liked it a lot.

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