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darling--angst-archived · 9 months

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i’d like to request space song with dazai (specifically pm!dazai) hurt/comfort scenario,, reader comforting dazai during a breakdown or smth :(

Space Song

Pairing: Pm! Dazai x Fem! Reader(platonic)/Mori x 27! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: Long winded commas, Stormbringer spoilers/mentions, Dark Era mentions, Oda's death, mentions of war, mentions of Yosano's backstory, Mori being a bitch, slight yandere Mori mentions, kinda went off topic..

Synopsis: Dazai finally found someone who saw him for who he was and when his dearest friend died, he finds himself finding comfort in her embrace like a child being comforted by his mother.

A/n: Hey.. Please state if you want it to be romantic/platonic.. since you didn't say which one you want, I'll do the latter. Reader is implied to be 27 while Mori is 33. Reader is like a mother to Dazai. I kinda wrote this without thinking so I am so sorry.

Event // Pm. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

Dazai Osamu is the feared Demon Prodigy, the youngest underboss in the history of Port Mafia, the boss' right hand man, a genius; but deep down he was a child. A child misguided to do the wrong deeds, a lonely child used as a tool by others, a child who got affiliated with a mafioso at the age of fourteen, after an attempt in suicide. He was suicidal, a child at his age should be thinking of academics instead of how to end a war with another organization with the least casualties for his own gain. He could not see the purpose in living. Nobody saw him for who he was, it was never Osamu Dazai. Everything changed when he was fifteen, he met someone who gave him a reason to live for, someone who didn't judge him.

"sir, the boss has called you to his office" A black car stopped just beside of where he stood in the street.

"A mailman huh. I guess it really is important for Mori-san" he sighed, entering the back door of the car. It has almost been a year after Mori made him his 'witness' and succeeded as the Port Mafia boss.

The drive was silent, nobody said a word. The mailman was focused on driving and Dazai was looking out the window, observing people and their daily activities.

"We're here" The mailman said before the car stopped.

"mhm" He muttered opening and closing the door shut, and he drove away.

He was very familiar with the building. The five building-like-towers in the heart of Yokohama, the middle one being the tallest of all; where the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ogai lies. He reaches the highest floor and was eventually greeted by the guards, as he arrived he saw the boss and an unfamiliar woman sitting on the boss' desk, reading a document.

"Boss" He cleared his voice making his presence clear as the both of them talked.

"ah.. Dazai-kun" Mori shifted his attention from the woman to him.

"Sit down please" He offered while Dazai walked over to the small chair in the middle of the room. Mori made his his way towards another chair and sat down across him. She took documents on top of the desk after grabbing a brown, vintage briefcase. Making her way towards the door, Mori began explaining to Dazai. The only sound that feel the room was her heels clacking to the tiled floor until Mori finally spoke up.

"As you know Dazai-kun, the previous boss has returned.. based on the information you acquired from investigating Subarachi(?) city, it may have a lead on this 'Arahibaki' and by coincidence it seems that the Sheep King is looking for the so called God of Destruction" He explained.

"and?" He replied, clearly uninterested.

"He's suggesting that you work with Nakahara Chūya, if possible make him join the Mafia" She walked passed them, handing Dazai the documents she read earlier.

"Mhm, and you are?" Dazai asked before reading the documents. She continued to walk towards the door before Mori stopped her by ordering the guards from behind the door.

"Stay. (name)-sama" He smiled while she stopped in her tracks after hearing a pair of guards ruffle through the door.

"Haii.. what do you want now?" She let out a long, exasperated sigh. Ignoring her question, he explained to Dazai who she was.

"Dazai-kun, this is (name)-sama. She was strategist from the Great War" Sighing, she flopped down on a spare chair after he continued to explain about her to the young boy.

"So she knows about you killing the previous boss then?" He asked before glancing at her then to him.

"Yes. Now let's discuss this whole thing and why am I part of this?" She sat up, sending a glare at Mori.

"It was just as I explained earlier. The previous boss returned, Dazai-kun saw him personally so now that we have the Sheep King in our capture, we'll use that to our advantage by making him join the mafia." He gave both of them a closed-eye smile, Dazai put down the document and she gave him an annoyed look.

"That won't work" Both of them sighed in unison.

"Hm?"

"Chūya is too loyal to the Sheep. It's already given after all if he didn't, he would've left them to die long ago. After realizing his own potential, he would join an organization with a high pay; if he didn't have deep ties with them..—" She explained, sitting back down while Dazai listened to her.

"The only reason for him to join us for the Sheep's safety" He followed after hearing her explain.

"—It's not guaranteed he'll be loyal. If he joins the organization for their safety alone, there's a high chance he will destroy the mafia from the inside and save his little herd"

"Wait are you suggesting-?" Dazai's eyes widened realizing what she means.

"Yes.. We have to make them suspicious of him. If they notice they have been too dependent on him, they'll do any means to overthrow him and that's where we go in." She moved the white bishop on the chess board creating an opening for the rook, and continuing the abandoned game.

"After their betrayal, the Mafia comes in and will pretend to wipe out the Sheep. Chūya, after being betrayed will stay to protect them; so he will do a bargain to save them" Dazai moved the black knight, eating the bishop and now he was in advantage in terms of pieces.

"He'll then join the mafia in terms of the bargain" She then proceeded to move her rook from across the board, blocking the king's only path to escape, almost delivering a checkmate until Dazai's queen ate it to make the game a bit longer, but not to escape the inevitable fate.

"however-" Mori sighed but was cut off by her.

"since the main priority is to make sure the previous boss doesn't return so his supporters won't start a revolution.. you have to fix that first or else you'll get tortured, then executed" She glances at Mori before moving her rook to eat Dazai's queen, delivering a back-rank checkmate. Mori was in awe after watching his protegee and ex-lover play chess in sync, as if they were reading each other's minds.

"But won't you get executed too, (name)-san? I mean you knew of how the boss'really died, yet you didn't say anything.. making you, another accomplice" Dazai leaned into his chair, analyzing how he lost.

"I'm not part of the Mafia—" She nonchalantly responded.

"Yet." Mori's voice was full of demands.

"..tch. As I said, no." She stood up from her chair, giving Dazai a small smile before turning back to the door.

"Why?" This time he was more pushy for some reason.

"It's none of your business" She hissed before opening the door and leaving.

"Well isn't she beautiful.." He muttered under his breath while Dazai sat there with a fed up look on his face.

That was their first encounter. The second one was after both of them planned a strategy to defeat Verlaine. Even if Dazai didn't have any encounters with her that didn't involve work, he grew close to her. During their plannings, he was childish but she didn't mind. He felt comfortable with her, as if he could actually show his true self. She didn't try to exploit his intelligence, as she has one of her own, she tried to understand his view of the world, she sees through his emotions but she never used it to take advantage of him.

When she joined the mafia, her position was a strategist, even if she didn't engage in missions, she was valued by the Mafia because she was the one to pull the strings and by she was liked Mori personally. He had an interest in her that Dazai seemed to distinguish as love, one that he thought Mori was not capable off. All those who tried to assassinate her failed, because of Mori's interference and his predictions. Dazai didn't want her to die, not because of how important she was in the organization but because of his own personal reasons. He then became an executive at eighteen and met quite a few people, Sakunosuke Oda and Sakaguchi Ango, whom he calls his friends. Dazai finds himself looking for her again and again, wanting to see her, because of him, Oda, Ango and her became acquainted..

Oda and (name) was on a small talking about the orphans until Ango interrupted.

"I feel like I'm quite the third wheel here you know?"

"My, my.. I never knew you were sad that you were left out Ango-kun" She teased.

"Tch. I never knew you liked kids (name)-san" He tried to switch the topic.

"I feel neutral about them—I don't dislike them nor do I like them... I once met a child in the war, she was there as a nurse since her ability allowed her to heal soldiers... such a precious child—if I remember correctly, her name was Yosano" She faintly smiled at the memory.

"You took part in the war.?" Oda fiddled with his fingers.

"Mhm.. as a strategist..." She responded. Both of them stopped in their tracks before she turned around to face them.

"If she was in the healing section and you were a strategist, how did you meet her?" Ango asked, she halted and her eyes widened a bit before laying her head low.

"My ex-lover was a doctor, he was in charge of the nurses in the war including her. I ended our relationship because of how he treated that little girl and some other reasons... in the end, she was left traumatized.. I don't know what happened to her after it was over" She quietly muttered, remembering the bitter memories of the war.

"I see.. I'm sorry for asking-" He tried to apologize but was cut off but a faint voice screaming her name.

"Y/n-san!"

" hmm.? Dazai-" before she could say anything else, his body crashed with hers as he hugged her.

"I'm quite hurt that you didn't invite me you know!" He pouted before looking at both of them.

"Anyway! Why did you three look so glum-" He tried asking but he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Oh. It's him. Oii slug what do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want!? You suicidal waste of bandages! We have a mission remember?!" Chūya screamed through his phone while Dazai listened with a nonchalant expression.

"Yea, yea"

"YOU'RE PROBABLY WITH THAT STUPID STRATEGIST AND YOUR EQUALLY STUPID FRIENDS!" He insulted him while Dazai was quite taken aback. He gasped before he returned the screams.

"OI YOU SLUG! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE FRIENDS AND A MOTHER FIGURE!!!" All of you were quite shocked but Dazai didn't even realize what he was saying.

"I DO HAVE FRIENDS! AND I HAVE ANE-SAN!"

"NO YOU DO NOT! YOU MAY HAVE A MOTHER FIGURE BUT ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE KILLED BY YOUR HOELESS BROTHER!" He screamed, ending the call before Chūya could repriocate what he said and kill him.

"sorry about that, slug was being extra annoying" he smiled but all of them were still processing what he said earlier

"Dazai.. do you see me as a mother figure.?" She asked, coughing. Her words didn't seem to process in his mind for a second or two.

"Of course not! I only said that to piss him off!" He tried explaining, even though his lie was clearly visible; she didn't bother to inquire any further, not wanting to be nosy.

"Now let's go drink I'm thirsty!" Dazai exclaimed, heading to Lupin while they followed.

That was the last time all of them drank. She was sent away because of an organization called the Mimic appeared, Mori kept her busy for a reason she couldn't hold a grasp on. Soon, Ango betrayed the mafia and Oda died. The reason why Mori kept her busy was so she cannot interfere and warn Dazai, now the Port Mafia has a special abilities permit with the cost of everything that mattered to Dazai. She only found out the last minute, and she hates that she can't do anything about it.

After hearing Oda's last words he was about to leave the abandoned mansion until he met her running. She saw Dazai, standing infront of the ballroom door with his head hung low; when she reached him, he collapsed to the floor into her arms. His head was on the crook of her neck, and her arms was around him, hugging him, slowly patting his head as he struggled to breath.

"Shh... It's okay I'm here" Her voice trembled knowing that the kids along with Oda are dead but she could only focus on the poor child in her arms.

"He's dead... Mori-san used the Mimic to get that black envelope and he-" He explained between hiccups.

"I know" She whispered but her voice cracked.

"What did Oda say.?" She patted his back trying to comfort him but his grip tightened on her.

"He wanted me to save people.. to find a value in life" He bit his lip.

"Then go.." She continued to comfort him but he left her embrace upon hearing her words.

"What.?"

"Don't worry about me.. one day you'll find your reason in living, and you would be happy that you listened to him" She smiled at him as he slowly got up.

"Then how about you?" He tried with every bit of strength he could find to convince her to go with him. She got up too, now facing him directly in the eyes she said:

"You're still young, you would be leaving an environment you are never supposed to be in. And I.. My soul is already bounded to the mafia, if I leave with you he'd do what it takes to get me back"

"But still I-"

"Mafiosos will be here soon... Go to Chief Taneda of the Special Division of the Unusual Powers in a small cheep bar, he'll help you. Don't hesitate to turn your back, go" She quickly explained grabbing him by the shoulders with a tenses expression. His lips parted but he didn't know what to say.

"Just go, I'll meet you again" She gave him a reassuring smiled. Upon seeing her eyes, he nodded.

"Thank you.." He quietly muttered before finally leaving.

A/n: Damn that was hard and cringe.. just so you know I kinda got distracted by music while doing this I apologize... For the person who requested this you can go to the comment section and say if you want me to redo it because I'll gladly do so :)

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dustdeepsea · 16 days

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things I would like to know about fellow writers

thanks for the tag @tellmeallaboutit

Last book I read: I've read so few published books lately but the last thing I read cover to cover and enjoyed thoroughly was Academic Exercises by K.J. Parker (a collection of fantasy short stories).

Greatest literary inspiration: Terry Pratchett, Ursula K. Le Guin, Tanith Lee, Kazuo Ishiguro, David Mitchell, Ted Chiang

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: Rugan/Gale/Tav set in Heart: The City Beneath AU (stares at @littleplasticrat with big eyes)

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

Tav as a Chosen of Jergal who cannot meaningfully die until their quest is completed (as a bonus: Came Back Wrong).

Oathbreaker Knight/Paladin!Tav. Possibly an oathbroken Paladin of Eilistraee (Oath of the Ancients). How do you fuck an eldritch concept? I guess we're going to find out. (Psst, Bloodborne fandom knows how.)

I just really enjoy exploring the fallout of the awfulness of Tav's quest even in my smut whoops.

You can recognise my writing by: Extremely Sweaty Feelings, where I place my commas incorrectly (but I am trying to follow Proper Grammar Rules more now that I beta for others!)

My most controversial take (current fandom): Handwaving problems with Magic often removes stakes in story and combat. I'm more interested in less glamourous, low-magic story settings. Approaching it from a "high tech/low life" angle is also cool. I guess that's why the NPCs and factions like the Zhentarim appeal to me.

This probably isn't controversial, but I hate how people need to self-censor and deliberately untag themselves if they want to voice an opinion on their own blog about any of the Origin companions, especially Astarion. That's why I don't even interact with that part of BG3 fandom and I'm not interested in writing for it.

Top three favourite tropes: Enemies to Lovers, "One Flesh, One End", Theory of Narrative Causality (Once Upon a Time)

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): Two

Share a random frustration: I want to write a longfic that hits a 5 act structure. I am deeply terrified of abandoning it halfway. I know that most of the fear is simply because haven't written one successfully before, but I have no idea how it can be done. No one is forcing me to write this; I have 2k worth of notes and outline staring at me right now.

no-pressure tagging @omgkalyppso @say-lene @orlesianapologist

#tag game

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strawberrybabydog · 5 days

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how come the ppl always posting "me when i want to [very descriptive of goring a small animal or human child for no reason. not death shake and its done. no. vivid depiction of violence and gore against something powerless] but i guess im a freak and weirdo and nobody likes me" they will like you more if you tag your posts. you clearly know you're being provocative otherwise you wouldnt have posted it in that way. are you going to die if you tag it. Did You Know sometimes people have intrusive thoughts and actually do not enjoy thinking about this. did you know that. did you know that some people find that type of reading material very traumatic. "everyone thinks im evil because i want to disembowel an animal" actually i think you're evil because you decided for me that i have to share your intrusive thoughts with you and you're making it my problem even though i didnt fuckin ask comma stranger

im pretty sure most of these posts are just provocateurs or meant to be attention-seeking and im just playing into it ig but come on why is it so hard for alterhumans to properly tag your posts it takes 2 seconds

#no ddde nothing lol no tags no warning literally nothing #just scrolling tumblr and Suddenly a horrifically descriptive gore fantasy post comes up. huh? hello?#'im such a freak for wanting to kill little animals' thats for you to decide pal until then not everyone needs to share ur feelings #god im so tired of kinnie discourse this shit is so dumb im sorry yall 'please tag gore' shouldnt be smth im saying in 2024 #alterhuman #dogcourse #i hope this is the last time i ever post in the dogcourse tag. its not. but one can dream #literally every time i use the dogcourse tag im always posting the most basic shit ever

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astroprompts · 1 year

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✧ —𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐃 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒

“You ready for more yet?”

“You haven't met him yet, you haven't had the chance.”

“The sun comes up and the world still spins.”

“Now the work at home begins.”

“So what'd I miss?”

“My home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss.”

“I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this.”

“I haven't even put my bags down yet.”

“I guess I better think of something to say.”

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 #𝟏

“We fought for these ideals, we shouldn't settle for less.”

“Oh, if the shoe fits, wear it.”

“It's too many damn pages for any man to understand!”

“Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation.”

“Don't lecture me about the war, you didn't fight in it!”

“You think I'm frightened of you, man?”

“Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in.”

“Turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits.”

“Such a blunder, sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder.”

“You wanna pull yourself together?”

“They're being intransigent.”

“You have to find a compromise.”

“They don't have a plan, they just hate mine.”

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

“They think me Macbeth, ambition is my folly.”

“Do you have to live an ocean away?”

“Take a break.”

“There's a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait!”

“I'll be there in just a minute, save my plate.”

“Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

“Run away with us for the summer.”

“I've got so much on my plate.”

“We can all go stay with my father.”

“There's a lake I know in a nearby park.”

“You and I can go when the night gets dark.”

“In a letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this?”

“I'm coming home this summer at my sister's invitation.”

“I know you're very busy, I know your work's important.”

“You're not joining us? Wait--”

“I know I'll miss your face.”

“Screw your courage to the sticking place.”

“Take a break and get away.”

“If you take your time, you will make your mark.”

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

“There's trouble in the air, you can smell it.”

“I hadn't slept in a week.”

“You've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break.”

“I know you are a man of honor.”

“I'm so sorry to bother you at home.”

“I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone.”

“I don't have the means to go on.”

“You're too kind, sir.”

“I don't know how to say no to this.”

“I wish I could say that was the last time.”

“Uh oh, you made the wrong sucker a cuckold.”

“Time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled.”

“So was your whole story a setup?”

“Stop crying, God dammit, get up!”

“I didn't know any better!”

“I am helpless, how could I do this?”

“Just give him what he wants and you can have me.”

“Whatever you want, if you pay.”

“How can I say no to this?”

“Nobody needs to know.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒

“I guess I'm gonna have to finally listen to you.”

“Well, hate the sin love the sinner.”

“Decisions are happening over dinner.”

“No one else was in the room where it happened.”

“No one really knows how the game is played.”

“I know you hate him, but let's hear what he has to say.”

“Maybe we could solve one problem with another.”

“Wouldn't you like to work a little closer to home?”

“We never really know what got discussed.”

“Click boom! Then it happened.”

“You got more than you gave.”

“When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game.”

“You don't get a win unless you play in the game.”

“I wanna build something that's gonna outlive me.”

“If you stand for nothing then what'll you fall for?”

“The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.”

“We want our leaders to save the day, but we don't get a say in what they trade away.”

“We dream of a brand new start, but we dream in the dark for the most part.”

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

“Sometimes that's how it goes.”

“No one knows who you are or what you do.”

“They don't need to know me, they don't like you.”

“You'll always be adored by the things you create.”

“People think you're crooked.”

“I've always considered you a friend.”

“I swear your pride will be the death of us all.”

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 #𝟐

“The only person you have to convince is me.”

“Revolution is messy, but now is the time to stand.”

“He knows nothing of loyalty.”

“Everything he does betrays the ideals our nation.”

“You must be out of your GODDAMNED mind.”

“We're too fragile to start another fight.”

“Frankly it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality.”

“Have you an ounce of regret?”

“Before he was your, friend he was mine.”

“I bet you were quite a lawyer.”

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

“Every action has an equal opposite reaction.”

“Try not to crack under the stress, we're breaking down like fractions.”

“We smack each other in the press, and we don't print retractions.”

“I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion.”

“This prick is asking for someone to bring him to task.”

“I'll pull the trigger on him, someone load the gun and cock it.”

“If we don't stop it, we aid and abet it.”

“Well, somebody has to stand up to his mouth.”

“If there's a fire you're trying to douse, You can't put it out from inside the house.”

“Follow the money and see where it goes.”

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

“I wanna give you a word of warning.”

“I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, [name] started it.”

“I need a favor.”

“Relax, have a drink with me.”

“Let's take a break tonight.”

“Pick up a pen, start writing.”

“I wanna talk about what I have learned.”

“You have to serve, you could continue to serve.”

“Your position is so unique.”

“Why do you have to say goodbye?”

𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.”

“Virtue is not a word I'd apply to this situation.”

“To seek financial gain, you stray from your sacred mission.”

“The evidence suggests you engaged in speculation.”

“I hope you saved some money for your daughter and son.”

“You don't even know what you're asking me to confess.”

“I don't have to tell you anything at all.”

“If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?”

“I may have mortally wounded my prospects, but my papers are orderly.”

“I never spent a cent that wasn't mine.”

“You sent the dogs after my scent, that's fine.”

“Yes, I have reason for shame. But I have not committed treason and sullied my good name.”

“As you can see, I have done nothing to provoke legal action.”

“Are my answers to your satisfaction?”

“How do I know you won't use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?”

“Rumors only grow.”

“We both know what we know.”

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

“In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. For just a moment.”

“When I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed my town.”

“I couldn't seem to die.”

“I wrote my way out.”

“I looked up, and the town had it's eyes on me.”

“Total strangers, moved to kindness by my story.”

“I wrote my way out of hell.”

“I wrote my way to revolution.”

“I was louder than the crack in the bell.”

“And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.”

“I was twelve when my mother died.”

“I'll write my way out.”

“This is the eye of the hurricane.”

“This is the only way I can protect my legacy.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐓

“Have you read this?”

“That's one less thing to worry about.”

“I came as soon as I heard.”

“All the way from London? Damn.”

“Thank god, someone who understands what I'm struggling here to do.”

“I'm not here for you.”

“I love my sister more than anything in this life.”

“I will choose her happiness over mine every time.”

“Put what we had aside.”

“You could never be satisfied.”

“God, I hope you're satisfied.”

“Hey, at least he was honest with our money.”

“You ever see somebody ruin their own life?”

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

“I saved every letter you wrote me.”

“Be careful with that one, love.”

“When you were mine, the world seemed to burn.”

“In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.”

“You've married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

“You and your words, obsessed with your legacy.”

“Your sentences border on senseless.”

“The world has no right to my heart!”

“The world has no place in our bed.”

“They don't get to know what I said.”

“I'm burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you.”

“You forfeit all rights to my heart!”

“You forfeit your place in our bed. You'll sleep in your office instead.”

“I hope that you burn.”

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

“The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops.”

“I'm only nineteen, but my mind is older.”

“Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder.”

“I shoulder his legacy with pride.”

“He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd.”

“I'm making my father proud.”

“God, you're a fox!”

“How 'bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?”

“Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!”

“Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father.”

“I didn't say anything that wasn't true.”

“Your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you.”

“I don't fool around, I'm not your little schoolboy friends.”

“Well, see you on the dueling ground. That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now.”

“I doubt you would have let it slide, and I was not about to!”

“I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel.”

“They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school.”

“Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

“He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

“Everything is legal in New Jersey!”

“When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air.”

“But what if he decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner!”

“To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake.”

“Your mother can't take another heartbreak.”

“You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience.”

“Make me proud, son.”

“I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it.”

“You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide.”

“I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go.”

“The duel will commence after we count to ten.”

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 (𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄)

“Where's my son!?”

“He lost a lot of blood on the way over.”

“The bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm.”

“I'm doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived.”

“You did everything just right.”

“Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky.”

“Save your strength and stay alive.”

“Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this!?”

“Who did this!?”

“I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.”

“You would put your hands on mine.”

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍

“There are moments that the words don't reach.”

“There is suffering too terrible to name.”

“There are moments when you're in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down.”

“I never liked the quiet before.”

“You would like it uptown, it's quiet uptown.”

“They say he walks the length of the city.”

“You knock me out, I fall apart.”

“Look at where we are, look at where we started.”

“I know I don't deserve you, [name].”

“Hear me out, that would be enough.”

“If I could trade his life for mine, he'd be standing here right now.”

“I know there's no replacing what we've lost, and you need time.”

“Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough.”

“There's a grace too powerful to name.”

“We push away what we can never understand.”

“We push away the unimaginable.”

“It's quiet uptown...”

“Forgiveness... Can you imagine?”

“They are going through the unimaginable.”

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝟏𝟖𝟎𝟎

“Can we get back to politics?”

“I love the guy, but he's in traction.”

“He's not very forthcoming on any particular stances.”

“Ask him a question, it glances off. He obfuscates, he dances.”

“You need to change course, a key endorsement might redeem you.”

“You've created quite a stir, sir.”

“You're openly campaigning?”

“Honestly, it's kind of draining.”

“Is there anything you wouldn't do?”

“I'm chasing what I want. And y'know what? I learned that from you.”

“The people are asking to hear my voice.”

“I have never agreed with [name] once.”

“Congrats on a race well-run.”

“I look forward to our partnership.”

“You hear this guy?”

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓

“I am slow to anger, but I toe the line.”

“I look back on where I failed, and in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect.”

“If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face.”

“I have the honor to be your obedient servant.”

“I am not the reason no one trusts you.”

“I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve.”

“Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance.”

“Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.”

“I don't wanna fight, but I won't apologize for doing what's right.”

“Careful how you proceed, good man.”

“Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet, or prepare to bleed.”

“I stand by what I said, every bit of it.”

“You stand only for yourself, it's what you do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

“I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain.”

“My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot.”

“It's him or me, the world will never be the same.”

“This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.”

“If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?”

“What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.”

“Teach me how to say goodbye.”

“My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.”

“History obliterates. In every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes.”

“I survived, but I paid for it.”

“Now I'm the villain in your history.”

“I was too young and blind to see.”

“I should have known the world was wide enough.”

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

“When you're gone, who remembers your name? Who keeps your flame, who tells your story?”

“I put myself back in the narrative.”

“I stopped wasting time on tears.”

“When I needed her most, she was right on time.”

“I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time?”

“You could have done so much more if you only had time.”

“When my time is up, have I done enough?”

“Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?”

“Will they tell my story?”

“I can't wait to see you again.”

“It's only a matter of time.”

#rp meme #ask meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompt #hamilton #hamilton the musical #some songs i left out bc they were either too short or didn't have much to work with #but this is most of them!

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jaeyunlover · 1 year

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Hi, I’m Jake

Part 1

Warning:MIGHT CONTAIN smut MIGHT , cursing,a little fluff, minor dni arguing,fighting, yelling ALSO EXCUSE MY WRITING IM NOT GOING OVER IT 😭😭so don’t do me to bad I’m not putting extra periods and comma and stuff but yeah

Jake x reader

Nobody knew what was going on with Jake lately, they would ask him if he was ok ,but he would just say that he was fine but it was clear that he was lying.

After rehearsal Jake left earlier then usual, but they were use to it but of course jay just couldn’t leave him alone. So jay went after Jake saying things like ‘what’s up with you’ but it made Jake even madder and he started yelling at jay saying that he just wanted to be left alone.

“What’s up with him” jungwon asked concerned but annoyed at the fact that Jake is getting mad at everyone and not explaining why or what’s going on.

“I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you guys, it has nothing to do you y’all I’m just tired” Jake texted to the group chat. Everyone looked at each other and and sighed, and with that they ended the day with that texting back “it’s ok” and heading back to the dorms.

Jake was already at the dorm almost half asleep by the time they got there but heeseung couldn’t just leave Jake sad or angry, so he woke Jake up and asked did he want to go to the convenient store and Jake shook his head no but heeseung insisted that he did and Jake got up and put his shoes and jacket on he couldn’t say no to his hyung deer eyes.

Heeseung just wanted a one on one conversation with him, as they left heeseung texted the gc asking what they wanted to eat and should they get snacks. They all texted yeah and that they wanted chicken and heeseung looked at Jake and asked if he was hungry just nodded and heeseung laughed at how cute Jake was acting.

But Jake started crying and heeseung was befuddled and didn’t know what to say or do at that sudden change so he hugged Jake and said “I don’t know what’s going with you but you’ll be ok I’m here and so are the other member so don’t cry anymore , your a strong man right ?” Heeseung sat there patting his head “wanna sit down for a min?” Heeseung asked Jake nodded still not saying anything.

They sat at the nearest resting spot, it was silent and awkward then heeseung asked “so what’s up with you” Jake laughed shyly and a little embarrassed that he cried in front of his hyung “I guess im a little tired and stressed out you know? I feel like I keep making mistakes, we barely get any sleep so I guess im just drained”he said looking a bit better “well we have our holiday this week you can just rest we can also go shopping sounds nice?” Heeseung offered Jake just laugh

“Come on we have to go the store still”heeseung said so they got up and started heading there, as they entered the store there was a group of girls like 3-4 of them and one caught jakes eyes, he couldn’t stop starring at her with his nose still red and his eyes a little puffy.

“Jake ,Jake, Jake, Jake” heeseung repeated himself and stop dead in track when he saw jake light up like a Christmas tree when he saw y/n . She had colored hair that was burgundy and dark brown eyes with thick lips that matched the hips and was very curvy but the only thing that caught jakes attention was her smile.

Heeseung grabbed Jake by the shoulder snapping him out the trance that he was obviously in from the girl that was clearly a foreigner because she kept saying “i don’t understand” with a shy but faint smile when the community complemented her of her looks.

“She’s cute isn’t she?” Heeseung said teasing him but Jake just openly admitted it “yeah” not knowing what he was saying he got flustered and started stuttering “I mean yea- but like y-you know what I mean right”he said with a little laugh

“Come on” heeseung said walking closer to the group with a big smile on his face “no,what are you doing” Jake said chickening out. but he still followed behind heeseung over there, Jake had forgotten all the reasons why he was sad he was TERRIFIED right now what heeseung was thinking of doing. What he had dread came true heeseung spoke to them.

“Are you guys foreigners” he said in his best English accent, “yeah, how about you” y/n asked “yeah I am so is my friend his name is Jake he from Australia” heeseung replied Turning to introduce Jake but he was outta sight Jake hid behind a shelf in the store pretending to look for stuff sweating bullets.

Y/n laughed and asked “you have an imaginary friend?” And laughed at the Joke heeseung couldn’t help but laugh as he walked away looking for jake “stay right here I’ll get him” heeseung said in his broken English accent “ok” y/n said still laughing

“Come on” heeseung said grabbing have hand but jake was pulling away shaking his head fast getting shy “no I can’t” he said scared but laugh because he knows he looks crazy heeseung just said ok and let Jake go but then heeseung did what he thought wouldn’t happen

“I found him he’s over here” heeseung lightly raised his voice a little so they could hear him. They all looked up and headed over to where they were Jake had fear in his eyes and felt betrayed by heeseung and heeseung just laughed at Jake.

“So he isn’t imaginary” y/n joked with him “hi jake my name is y/n how are you” but jake froze he didn’t think that he would see her up close she smelled sweet and fresh and her skin glowing from the store lights she looked angelic

“Your really pretty” Jake just said out loud and heeseung bucked his eyes at the shocking comment “and doing fine how about you” he added “thank you and your cute too and your little accent awwww” y/n said Jake started blushing and heeseung was grinning because he didn’t know where that confidence came from in Jake , he’s usually shy and timid but he stepped out that square for once and it even surprised Jake himself.

Then jungwon texted the group “where are y’all are y’all ok?” Heeseung responded and said “the line was long were on our way home now” and then he ordered the chicken to the dorm so by the time they got there it would be there

“We have to go mind if we get y’all’s contacts” y/n said “yea us too ,and sure” jake said switching there phones and when she gave it back he noticed that she put her name In with a heart emoji like(💕) and with that they all headed home and Jake had a smile all the way home

“Happy you came out” heeseung said laughing “yeah” Jake said blushing looking at her contact name

“What took so long” jungwon asked them not convinced at the text heeseung sent. Then Jake and heeseung looked at each other and started laughing. “Awww your back smiling again im glad your ok now do you wanna talk about it?” Jungwon offered “I was just tired and need some air and stuff you know” Jake said walking toward jungwon giving him a hug “thank you” he added “yoi” jungwon said confused Jake laughed and he went to find Jake and apologize to him “it’s ok don’t worry” jay said laying on the bed scrolling through weverse comments then Jake jumped on the bed bro hugging jay and thanking him.

Sunghoon stood in the door way after getting out of the shower and Jake started walking to him to give him a hug to but he started walking backwards he thought is was cringe and so did Niki

And then he hugged Sunoo “it’s ok Jake everyone have bad days too we’re all humans” Sunoo said hugging him tight and Jake laughed because Sunoo thought he was squeezing tight but he wasn’t

Then the door bell buzzed the food had finally came and heeseung had got out shower and opened up the door and get the food and Jake headed to shower cuz he was the only one hadn’t used it yet. after 15 mins he got out and sat at the table with the other members and prayed for and over everyone food and they ate and ended night and Jake got a call from y/n everyone looked at him and heeseung laughed and so did Jake and they finished their food and went to sleep.

#smut #enhypen #jake x reader #enha x reader

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literaticat · 11 months

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What do you and your author do if you see errors in the author's published book? Who shares that information with the editor? I assume the publisher will make corrections if there's another printing. I also assume every book has at least a few errors. Have you ever seen an issue beyond the usual typos? Thanks!

I mean -- we really do work hard to try and make sure there aren't any errors -- hence the multiple rounds of revision, copyediting, numerous people going over it with a fine-tooth comb. And yet, sure, I'll bet in every book there is some little errant something that slipped through the cracks - a random comma, or who knows what. For the most part, nobody alerts anybody about these things, because nobody ever notices them or cares.

If there is a mistake that actually IS IMPORTANT -- like an actual ERROR, not just a stray typo -- we tell the editor and they fix it in the next printing.

As for "who shares it" -- I guess depends on who found it? LOL? I don't know. If the author found it, they'd probably tell me, and I'd write to the editor and cc the author, OR, they'd write to the editor and cc me? At the end of the day, it really doesn't matter WHO lets the editor know, the point is, we let the editor know, because WE can't fix it, THEY can.

Have I ever seen an error beyond a typo? Of course. Usually these slip in because amidst all the back-and-forth, an old version of something makes its way through by accident.

Examples:

A caption on an illustration has a wrong date -- that date WAS in an earlier version but got fixed -- but somehow reverted along the way. If this is non-fiction, obviously we want to fix that!

An author decides during first pass pages to find-and-replace change all the instances of "troll" to "elf" and "trolls" to "elves" resulting in characters "selfing around" and riding downtown on "elfeycars" and dining on "sweeelves." Somehow, though this WAS fixed in a subsequent pass, the passes got switched, and, welp. Weirdly, people noticed, but just assumed the author was creating new lingo, and were into it. (I actually am not sure to this day if it DID get fixed in later printings!)

I've also seen it happen where an illustration is wrong for some reason, or a designer makes a mistake -- those, too can be fixed in the next printing.

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lmanburg-letter-service · 4 months

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Dear Tommy

It’s been a long while

I have been forgetting a lot, but I still remember

I miss you a lot, I’m not sure where you are or anything, or even if you’ll receive this letter, but it’s worth a try, I guess.

I use commas a lot, don’t I?

Irrelevant

Anyways

I’m pretty sure Ranboo misses you too, I wish I could talk to you again

My memory is blotchy but I remember specifically one day, not sure when (but it was pre-l’manburg explosion thingy) we were just in a flower field, you were talking about something, can’t remember, but it’s the happiest memory I have of you. I hold on to it dearly and I’ve never told anyone about it

I don’t know why because when I have a happy memory or thought I usually need everyone to know,

but this feels different, and not even Ranboo has heard about it

I don’t expect you to remember it, it was so long ago. Back when we were happy and innocent.

I’m just speaking, just talking because I hardly expect this to actually go to anyone, much less to even get a reply

sorry if there’s any errors or anything, making errors seems to be my thing.

anyways

I hope you’re doing good, you’re an amazing person and fun to be around. I miss you with your stupidly loud voice and your courage

I think I lost a bit of myself when I wasn’t with you, I got a bit less.. extroverted? I guess? You are just really fun to be around, I guess.

I guess. I’m saying I guess too much.

Doesn’t matter

I’m desperately trying to think of things to write about because I want to keep writing this, I’m almost scared to stop

You used to call me Tubso, I loved that nickname so much. I miss how you would call me that. I miss a lot of things about you

I miss your stupid voice. It’s always real loud, I don’t remember the last time you ever whispered.

I miss how exited you were all the time, you were kinda like a peacock? You know? (Hehe. Cock)

I miss you so much.

I wish I could talk to you again, it’s like I’m missing something because you’re not here. Nobody else has even come close to filling that hole.

I miss you real bad.

Ranboo says I should end it here, so I guess I will.

How do I end this?

I hope the world is treating you well, at least better than it’s treating me

I miss you a lot

okay fine

I’ll end it actually this time

(don’t mind that I went back and added a part, I just don’t ware to stop writing)

(this ended up really long oops)

(I miss you if so didn’t make that clear)

(okay Ranboo is about to dropkick me if I don’t stop writing)

(sorry for any repeats)

(okay now I’m actually done)

From, Tubbo (🐝🐐)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: tommy #from: tubbo #feat. a bit of boo /silly

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bloodgulchblog · 1 year

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Your writing with characters is really damn goooddddddd <3

I used to write character stuff but then stopped because I noticed that I kept recycling the same words over and over, or I just somehow forgot where I should place my commas. But y'know what? I think I might start again

though the first thing I wrote with Chief in it was a comfort thing with me in it that I made when I felt extremely depressed. I used to write friendships between me and characters when I was upset (REALLY freakin cringe) but it was still a good coping mechanism for when I felt nobody could understand me.

Writing is fun, but sometimes its like "...How tf do I write this down??? 💀"

Thank you! I've done a lot of character writing over the years, so I've got lots of practice. <3

I'm always down for encouraging people to write. Write whatever you want. The more you do it, the more experience you get and the better you get at making it happen when you sit down.

I find that it's easier if I've been reading stuff I like lately. Putting somebody else's words through your eyeballs greases the writing engine, I guess. You see how other people do things and sometimes get ideas.

(I go read real books and do a lot of "you mean they can just SAY the characters go somewhere and the characters DO and they don't have to describe EVERYTHING about that????")

If you want advice for character specifically: if the character is from a thing that has audio and you can hear their voice, listen to it a lot and try to read words in the character's voice. I try and read over my dialogue for the Chief in his voice a lot. (Usually, it reminds me to cut words. He's not a very wordy guy.)

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deafeningchaosking · 2 years

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I'm honestly so relieved the S4 8flix scripts were fake because when I read the Dear Billy "cool, cool" scene, I couldn't help but think "yikes!" Not about potential byler implications or anything, but just the non-dialogue writing… was… not good. It made me wonder whether we should put so much faith in the writing in the first place.

I mean we all noticed it and tried to rationalize I think, but "not just listening, but hearing" makes absolutely no sense.

And maybe this is just me but "dry as a California summer" is not only so corny, it also makes no sense. Speechless would be one thing, but if I put myself in Will's shoes in that moment I would be overproducing saliva.. salivating at the thought of my desires being fulfilled! Not at all dry lol.

It was the small things too, like "Mike drops the luggage, and then sits on the edge of a bed." This is an unnatural sentence. It's as if it were written by someone in a rush or someone inexperienced. The "and" is superfluous. The natural sentence would be "Mike drops the luggage, then sits on the edge of a bed" (or replace "then" with "and" and remove the comma).

Plus that script was supposedly the third revision, and you're telling me nobody noticed that Mike says "Mike and Lucas and Dustin" instead of "Max and Lucas and Dustin?"

I didn't call it out at the time, but I did think these things. Anyway, I guess hindsight is 20/20. Sorry if this is moot or if I'm being too persnickety. At least my doubts about the writing quality are diminished (for now).*

*Although Will's line "without heart, we'd all fall apart" still pains my ears. I mean, rhyming, really?!?!

#byler

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scary-senpai · 9 months

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Idk. I went back to working on Collateral Damage after writing it almost killed me. The fic is about Garou at the dojo/takes place pre-canon and for the sake of my sanity I locked the draft in a box for over a year. I am going to put this draft out in the aether and then gnaw on furniture or something.

Content consideration: All the angst; T for Trashmouth, death of parents, literally everyone is made out of red flags, pervasive ennui I guess. Sadness. Abuse of commas and metaphor? Too much Charanko for that literally nobody asked for, and yet. Gratuitous creative license vis-a-vis the way the sunlight falls onto the dojo during the scene in which Bang and Garou meet and making some far-fetched assumptions about what that might mean. I don’t actually know how sunlight works. I don’t actually know how anything works. Writing this fic has probably given me an aneurysm but I don’t think it’s contagious. As far as I know all my betas are still alive, just busy. I kind of edited this but mostly I screamed into the void

“You need to tell me shit like this, you know.”

Garou squinting into his phone, turning the camera to a makeshift mirror. Fresh from the shower, his damp hair hangs tangled across his face. Ashen, waxen, and hollow-eyed, Garou tugs at his gi, running a hand over crumpled fabric that will not smooth for him.

Charanko looks down, hopelessly lost in the room they share. Yet again, they are the last students to leave the dorms. Their classmates are already long gone, warming up, stretching, waiting patiently for class to start.

Garou doesn’t seem to care. He can get away with being late.

“Have you seen my fucking face?” Garou continues. “I look like shit.”

Charanko only knows what not to do—refrain from offering any sort of consolation, or encouragement, or words of concern. He cannot say anything that implies Garou might be weak, because Garou is not weak—in fact, Garou's strength is all he has.

“It's like I got hit by a goddamn bus or something,” Garou says. “All week. Can't sleep. Can't...” The words catch in his throat. “Can't anything,” he says at last, running his fingers through his hair, tugging as they snag on the tangles.

Charanko keeps his breathing cool and even. But before he even opens his mouth, Garou silences him.

All it takes is a single, menacing glance to sever this attempted concern. Charanko's comments fall to the floor, unspoken, mingling with all the dust and the dirty laundry, and everything else condemned to hiding in plain sight. All the while, Garou’s eyes burn with a faraway flame—a spark as easily kindled as it is extinguished.

————-

It’s dawn, but the light is elsewhere. This morning, Garou and Charanko walk together in the darkness, just as they have been doing every morning, since they began sharing the same room.

Somewhere above them, the unseen sun has already started its regular, ritual creep along the eastern side of the mountain. Day is breaking somewhere, or so they’ve been led to believe—Bang's campus, nestled on the western precipice, is both sheltered and obscured by the summit, and the stony cliffs that cast the dojo in their shadow.

In the distance, they can hear their classmates begin their drills. The sounds ring out from the dojo and echo through the harsh and hollow scenery—students laboring beneath blood-red rays that have yet to reach them, waiting for a light they cannot see.

Outside, the darkness is languidly lifting. Charanko watches the sky above fade from jet-black nothing to solemn hues of funereal blue—a sorry palette of bruises, ash, and incense smoke that colors as much as it reveals.

The world, like Garou, is in bad shape today: dark, harsh, and unforgiving, with harsh contours whittled by cold. The spring storms have culled all the petals from their boughs, and the surrounding trees shiver their miserable little branches, their limbs cutting reticulate fissures through gray and sodden skies.

“I can't take much more of this,” Garou says.

It’s unclear to whom Garou is speaking, if anyone at all. But he’s stopped walking, and he leans his weight into a fallen branch until it snaps, loud enough to make a point.

“You know, my dad would have been 36 today.”

Garou is unforthcoming with details, but from time to time, he lets things slip. Now that they’ve been spending more time together, Charanko is more attentive to these clues, these little hints spring up like new growth from dead ground:

My father wanted me to finish school.

He never once came to a tournament.

He never once saw me fight.

It’s not all his fault, I guess, but fuck—

Garou raises his eyes to the roiling sky, dark clouds backlit by strained light. He stopped walking a long time ago. Maybe he’s waiting for Charanko to catch up, maybe he’s lost in thought. It’s certainly a scene.

Spring in the mountains is mercurial and distant; there’s always more bad weather ahead. Last night's storm spared them, but there’s always more, there’s always something.

Garou grips the cellphone in his hand. Five fingers grip the scratched and battered plastic, five fingers white and rigid, impossibly cold.

“I just want my dead mom to call me once in awhile,” Garou says, staring intently at his feet, at the broken pieces beneath them. “Is that too much to ask?”

Charanko is, as always, lost for words. What to make of this strange boy—this visibly exhausted child, who has dragged himself out of bed, into the showers, and now to class—and for what, exactly? To strike down Charanko's concerns with one breath and then sputter out confessions in the next?

He settles for a murmur and a silent nod. I heard you, Garou. I’m here.

But Charanko, of course, says none of this aloud; Garou is tasked with breaking his own silence.

“I know, I know,” Garou sighs, almost sounding like himself. “No phones in class.”

Garou slowly lifts his head to reveal his features, the wide smile that cuts across his face like an open wound.

“Get the fuck inside, Charanko. It’s gonna rain any minute.”

Already Garou’s laughing, back to normal, or whatever he can pass for it.

#my writing #opm fanfic #Garou opm #Garou #wilf #(work i’d like to finish)#might delete later?#but only if I end up with a better version of the draft #(not deleting the draft just the post)#I think I just want someone to pat my head and tell me everything will be fine and comedy writing didn’t wreck me #ca chan can't science #ca chan can’t sleep #ca chan needs a hug

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tsukiyadori · 2 years

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Volume 1 in German. The first print run comes with some stickers. A bit on the more pricey side at 8€ (incl. tax) with just 125p. I guess, it is a bit of a niche audience within a niche genre within a nice media category. The typographic elements (the title, volume numbers, author name, publisher logo, etc) on both front and back cover have a gloss effect you'd see when held against light.

The translation is internally very sound on its own. There is only two things I picked up when I was comparing it to my memory after reading it. One was that it removes the usage of the term "flag" that I remember as rather prevalently repeated in JP edition doesn't seem to show up here at all (there is only one mention of a "trigger"). The older JP chapers on pixiv have mostly vanished into the void tho, so can't compare anymore. Maybe it'll show up yet or it keeps using "trigger")

The second involves one of my favorite punchlines from early on:

Japanese:

Scanlation:

German:

And so the trap was already sprung. As soon as they get home, they'll come at each other like wild animals, because they won't even make it to the bedroom. He had no chance.

ダシにされる as defined by Weblio's dictionary means "to be used for the profit of others". (It comes from the ingredient dashi in cooking. It's a sort of Japanese fond, and always just there to support the main flavor of the dish rather than standing in the spotlight itself.) That's the main punchline of this chapter, that Mob-kun got used. Clearly he doesn't like it, but as other instances will prove he's still going to be willing to choose this, because being that Mob-kun used by the narrative for somebody else's romance is still better than falling into one yourself.

The scanlation nails that in its translation. However, it makes itself entirely clunky with how it chooses to phrase the second line. That one is a good showcase of how JP can and will pack even entire phrases, expressions and factual info dumps, actual quotations or kinda quotation looking thinking into something isolated on its own and then grammatically treat the whole thing the same as a simple noun. These constructions are often quite a challenge to unwind in Western languages. (Break it up into multiple sentences? Make side clauses at the risk of convoluted long sentences with commas? Actually use quotation marks?) The scanlation version in that sense doesn't make particularly any sense at all grammatically. It also completely ignores the parody style of censoring one letter of the icky word. If kept, this should have been something like "s*x", but this admittedly just looks weird typographically in manga font.

The German version opts out for language cohesion by breaking it up into separate sentences. It's also using known idiomatic expressions as a replacement of the pseudo-censoring and enhances the cynic commentary vibe with some more such expressions and mood markers. - That bit is quite great, and reading it on its own entirely fits the plot and joke just fine.

But it still entirely removes the ダシにされた, the bit that Mob-kun was being used as a mere support ingredient, and with it vanishes that early deadpan sardonicism that he knows it. (Before he later doubles down and starts to systematically use and explain to the reader how playing along to avoid trouble.)

It's nothing that really gets so much lost on the whole, because it shows up again, but that just happened to be one of my favorite lines.

....

Me, a few minutes later.

When you make the mistake and browse a few pages before that punchline accidentally and see something more:

Japanese:

People will think of us as strange...! Everyone's indifferent to their surroundings. Nobody notices anything, and nobody cares. I do. I'm totally bothered by your groping play.

Scanlation:

German:

People will notice something [if you go on] Never mind them, as if anyone's interested. Just relax, nobody's noticing anything. But I do. [Naughty] Plays like these are quite conspicuous.

I mean, nothing to note, if you don't actually compare it next to each other. It's internally very sound and if you didn't know better it's perfectly fine. But the German version kinda does leave stuff out again, does it?

.....

I ought to stop here, before I notice more, while also failing to come up with a good punchline...

#manga #ramblings #japanese translation #english translation #german translation #translation #unboxing #outer unboxing #zettai bl ni naru sekai vs zettai bl ni naritakunai otoko #absolute bl #zettai bl #a man who defies the world of bl #german release

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funkymbtifiction · 1 year

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I’d see in type descriptions how Fe feels like they fit in, and then they learn to stand out, but I don’t feel like that’s true for me. I feel like I can’t fit in, but I desperately want to.

I would say that is how most FJs feel. Not that they are automatically accepted, but that they desperately want to be.

Sure I wanna be authentic, and I say that, but then as soon as I do something abnormal or weird or get a negative reaction from people, I start internally criticizing myself and start changing my behavior to appear more normal and fit in.

Why? Why do you want to be more normal and fit in? Digging into the why will be very self-revealing. (To get love? Approval? To avoid being a target for others? To smooth things over?) And... question what normality is. What IS normal and who qualifies? Everyone but you? Is this an arbitrary invisible standard that you are creating in which to use to self-punish and self-criticize?

How do you combat feelings of sensitivity?

By learning to step back and consider the source. You cannot control what others say and do, but you can control your reaction to it. If you decide not to be overwhelmed all the time by others, you can often take some down time and work through your feelings.

Criticism can deeply affect me as a person and it can make me feel worthless.

Here again, it's important to use Ti to think about the criticism and ask if it is valid or helpful. Constructive criticism points out a problem (that is not an insult) and helps you solve it. Constructive criticism is "you need a comma in this sentence so it reads better," or "you seem to be too affected by this, you need some distance from it." General criticism is often not useful and reflects someone's own feelings -- ie,I don't like _______. If there's no solution behind it, if it cannot be fixed, criticism is not useful and can be dismissed. So consider the source, consider their intentions, consider how useful it is, don't automatically internalize it and beat yourself up with it. Learn to keep it about the subject it's on, not on its indication of your character.

Especially when it comes to trying new things, and I don’t get it on the first try, I have the urge to basically give up.

Two thoughts with this confession --

Are you seriously getting criticized on your first try? If so, what does that tell you about the character of the person criticizing your first attempt? (Clue: they are neither patient nor compassionate.)

It's unrealistic to assume you are going to be perfect or get it on the first try. Expertise and skill comes with 10,000 hours of practice! Why would you be the magical child who gets it right the first time? Why are you so easy to defeat? Why would you give up instead of keep trying? Where's your fighting spirit? Keep trying!

Why can everyone get it but not me?

They keep trying.

I lowkey wish I wasn’t so sensitive or didn’t care about what others thought of me compared to my peers.

Me too. I'll let you in on a secret: they don't care. It's you who care, who thinks everyone is watching you, waiting on you, judging you, when in reality, everyone is obsessed with themselves. So worried about how THEY are coming across, nobody is thinking about you nearly as much as you think they are. What this means is that you are free to be yourself, to do what you think is best, and to try again. In truth, people respect and admire those who keep trying more than those who give up, so give yourself the gift of persistence.

Something else -- the older you get, the more this will matter less. As you get older and go through life, you will find some things are more important than being included or seen as normal. I am guessing you are quite young and that is always a confusing time of trying to figure out who you are and how you fit into the world. Cut yourself some slack. It will be okay. :)

#question #mbti

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