#and wait people thought that was es' line? i thought the line before with the memory prison was theirs. it can't be one of the 09s

[chisungie]

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ʚ charles leclerc x female reader

ʚ charles gets the one call he never wanted to get, and despite your worries about his precious pista, he doesn’t care about the car. just you.

ʚ angst, description of injuries (minor), mentions of blood, panic attacks, violence (minor), tears and lots of soft charles

ʚ okay idk why i thought of this idea, but i have and here we are, i know people have been asking for angst, this idk if it qualifies as the angst you’re all looking for but I will work on some other ideas too:)

Time was frozen as you sat in the driver’s seat of what once looked like a Ferrari 488 Pista. Only now you could make out the back of the car, the front of it might as well be in a what not to do when you drive a luxury vehicle catalogue. Your head was ringing and your chest pounding as adrenaline and anxiety pumped through your veins, as much as you’d started to feel pain in a multitude of places, your brain was thinking of only one thing;

Charles is going to be so mad.

To make matters worse, the man who had hit you was now cursing through the tinted window, claiming the accident to be all your fault. Deciding to think about Charles’s potential anger later you picked your phone up and called his number.

Thankfully it didn’t take long, 

“Hi baby, are you on your way back”

A pause 

“Um…I-I got in an accident Char…”

The line was silent before he spoke up, panic laced in his voice. 

“Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’  Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse.”

“Charles, english please my head hurts so bad.”

Normally you’d be able to hold an entire conversation with him in French, but right now it was just too much.

“I’m sorry, where are you baby? Are you hurt bad?”

Sniffling softly, you hummed

“I am down by the marina; my head really hurts. The man who hit me…he-he is yelling loudly at me…can you-oh Charles your poor car….”

“No, don’t even worry about my car baby, you matter more to me, I can’t replace you, but I can replace the car. I’ll be there in ten minutes, keep the doors locked, don’t get out.”

You nodded, only then realizing he couldn’t see you. 

“Yes, okay, I’ll wait here…please hurry”

“I will chérie, I promise.”

-

Just like he’d said, a familiar black Alfa Romeo pulled up next to the crash site, Charles quick to get out and come towards the driver’s side door, only to see the man banging at the window. 

“Hey, can you step away from my car?”

The man turned to look at Charles

“Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!”

“Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture”

It was getting harder for Charles to reign in his anger, quickly pushing the man back, giving him a look that at this point in the evening, had him backing away, finally allowing Charles to open the door and see you

“Hey..hey.. I’m here, its okay?”

Charles swore his heart broke as you looked at him with teary eyes, a bruise above your eyebrow, but thankfully you appeared alright otherwise.

“I-I’m so sorry about your car Charlie, he just-he came out of nowhere, and I-I couldn’t-I am so so sorry!”

Holding back the sobs was almost impossible at this point, but Charles was quick to undo your seatbelt, helping you turn towards the door and put your feet on the ground. Once he had you turned toward him, he brought his hands up to hold your face, his thumbs swiping your cheeks.

“My love, listen to me, you are my main priority, you are the love of my life, and this car is just mental and parts, all which can be fixed, but you cannot, and I cannot have another one of you, ever okay?”

Sniffling you nodded

“Okay…”

In the distance you could heard the sirens coming your way, knowing you’d be going to the hospital, it was a given but for now you really just needed Charles, and he wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure.

“Are you hurting badly baby?”

“No, just my head…can you help me up?”

Your boyfriend nodded, holding onto your arms gently as he helped you stand up, before bringing you into his chest, your arms wrapping around him, as he did the same to you.

“I am so glad you’re okay, you have no idea how worried I was…we’ll get you to the hospital and then i’m not leaving your side”

“Promise you won’t?”

Charles smiled as he saw your pinky finger come up, quickly linking his in a pink promise, a tradition you’d both been doing since your third date.

“I promise, i’m not going anywhere”

As the sirens got closer, you leaned further into Charles, knowing no matter what happened, he’d be by your side for as long as you needed him, he’d be there. It didn’t matter if he had a race, media or social events to attend, for you he’d drop them in a heart beat over and over again.

Because he never wanted to get that kind of phone call again.

translations:

-Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’  Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse : What do you mean by 'accident?' What happened? Where are you, are you seriously injured?

-Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!: This stupid bitch destroyed my car!

-Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture: I'm asking you again, get away from my car

[cookieshipshowdown]

my good pal manyminded sent this blog to me so i must submit my favourite polyship for review: Whatever this is (mysticsugar is there too i just made this before the es update) (cacao is sitting to the side, romance repulsed style)

i can define the colors of the lines but honestly its more fun without context

OMORI PFP !!! Anyways

This is so intriguing to me just on principle of timekeeper being here. I want to say grey is either dislike or intrigue and I'm not sure which is funnier. Red is love/crush probably, black is The Nightmare Polycule, green is friends-

Wait are these just the ovenbreak colors. Hang on.

THIS IS POSSIBLY FUNNIER IF IT'S THE OVENBREAK RELATIONSHIPS COLORS. WE BALL (Yellow is admiration, I don't think purple or black exist on the chart so uhhh. Idk about those)

Oh wait I think the purple are soulmates/soulsharing fuckery. Ok

Also if it IS the ovenbreak colors. The Ancients not trusting each other is possibly the best part about this. They're fucked up <3

Starting top right and moving to bottom left!!

Eternal Sugar and Pitaya bonding over their shared love for Hollyberry. My OT3 forever. Sugarberry other half, no surprise there, happy that Pitaya is included on the chart and everything. Such an interesting guy, my Pitaya <3

Admiration and tension between GC and Sugar is kinda par for the course? Like think about it. Stasis hell for all your subjects. Wings. Desperately holding on to the people you care about and not letting them leave you (dying in GC's case, getting out of the paradise in ES's case). I should do a character analysis of GC sometime. Maybe.

Rivalry between The Girlies. I think it's friendly rivalry, like they looooove competing in things. It's enrichment. Let them blow up a house and then rebuild it. They all take turns making dinner and burn down a kitchen at least thrice a week.

Holly holding admiration for WL guys. Guys. Admiring her for not running away and facing her problems head on. Lily admiring Holly for not giving up and continuing to be loud and laughing despite The Horrors. "I wish I could be like you"-type beat from both of them. They think that the other handle their problems so so well. I'm insane. No one listen to me.

Silent Salt and White Lily. The sheer. AUUUGH I have over them. They aren't even out. This is so far into AU territory but I'm so far gone. The knight and their lady. They need to make charm bracelets for each other this is very important to me

LILY AND VANILLA. GUYS EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO YAP ABOUT PURELILY. No it's not "childhood friends to lovers" no it's not "I'll always come back for you" no it's not "Thank you for being there when no one else was" IT'S NOT !! Pure Vanilla falling in love with the idea of Lily, finding out that she never really was who he thought she was. I think that that's why the fandom mischaracterizes her so often!!!! Because quite a bit of our information about WL up until the silver kingdom update was THROUGH PV. And PV does not understand her to the extent he thinks or says he does!! She shares the dream of peace for Earthbread! Of happiness for all cookies!! Pure Vanilla saw this beautiful, smart, amazing cookie in the library and holds her up in a pedestal in his mind because that is Who Lily Is to him. When Dark Enchantress rises, that pedestal shatters. Because the person in front of him is not his friend, is not the White Lily in his mind -- the Lily in his mind would not stoop so low as to rip Earthbread apart (but he can't understand, doesn't understand, how this has always been a part of her; just one that has never been brought to the surface in such a potent way before) and he CANNOT reconcile the two in his mind. When Lily wakes up in the Silver Kingdom update. Can you IMAGINE how PV feels. Overjoyed. This cookie that he admires, this perfect cookie who he's known all his life, is still alive. Never mind that he doesn't know her favorite color, favorite food. Never mind that Lily seems more withdrawn. You would think that he goes to comfort her, but GINGERBRAVE STEPS IN. It's GingerBrave and co. that invite her to join in the festivities. PV only comes up once GingerBrave has started to make her feel better. Can you IMAGINE how Lily feels, disoriented and seeing her friend after 50-odd years. Conflicted. She knows what Dark Enchantress has been up to, to some extent. She doesn't fully disagree with the reasonings -- just with the methods done to achieve DE's goals. She was always a part of Lily. WHEN SHE SAYS "OUR PATHS DO NOT ALIGN" GUYS. THE VISCERAL REACTION (/pos) THAT WENT THROUGH ME. White Lily sees what PV refuses to; if PV cannot pull himself out of his head and see her, REALLY see her, than their relationship cannot continue. That's all there is to it. She isn't perfect, and he needs to learn that.

ANYWAYS. Yikes I yapped. Silent Salt and PV holding admiration I want to say is Salt having respect for him. This guy has managed the stress on his shoulders so well. Predictions for Salt's arc incoming btw !! I feel like they, as the Virtue of Solidarity, had so much pressure to keep people together, to be there as a rock of support for people to bring their worries to. Always the comforter, never the comforted. That's why I think SilentLily works so well. Mutual agreement of worth. White "Just your presence is enough for me" Lily Cookie and Silent "You are always going to be enough for me" Salt Cookie. They cannot believe that they are worth anything if they aren't helping someone, so they believe it for each other. But THAT'S why I think Salt corrupted -- the stress of all that and never being able to tell anyone was too much for them. (Again with the too much. Bashes fist on the ground.)

Rivalry between Salt and Smilk because they have some sort of something going on. I feel like they're the embodiment of "I suffer so much every day and for what. girlish whimsy" "girl you have something more sinister going on" <- that. that is them in a nutshell. Am i making ANY SENSE or have I lost the plot. The knight and their jester. They keep koi fish in a pond to stare at for hours while talking about everything and nothing. Smilk was the closest Salt got to feeling like someone cared about them before they corrupted but then, well. Smilk stopped coming to their weekly chats. The silence was so, so loud. And then the tree happened, and now they're trying to figure out where they stand with each other now.

Tension between Timekeeper and Salt is the funniest outcome. Timekeeper on this chart in general is HYSTERICAL. She's such a bitch I love her.

OKAY NIGHTMARE POLYCULE (BLACK LINES) TIME.

TIMEMILK. MY GUILTY PLEASURE RAREPAIR. They hate each other sooooooo much guys. The worst fucking dynamic on the planet -- two annoying bitches who never shut up <3 They THRIVE on violence and shenanigans. Anyone within a 5-mile radius WILL feel a deep sense of dread until they've been formally pranked by the two. They both go to the bar and wail about how much they hate GingerBrave and co. because "FUCK THAT STUPID CRUMBLY BALD-LOOKING BLUE EYES WEIRDASS FUCKER". And then they take a shot, grimace, and call for another. The alcohol doesn't taste good, and it takes unholy levels of it for either of them to get drunk, but it's more for the experience of yelling about all the people you can't stand than anything.

SDVN I already yapped about so I'll spare you all. This time.

The DE/WL/PV triangle is such a hot mess. SUUUUUCH a hot mess. The HOTTEST mess.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Enchantress is such an interesting concept based on the above rant about PureLily. Here, there ARE no pretenses. He sees her for what she is; someone who found out a horrible truth, couldn't stand it, and dealt with it in the only way she knew how. She's done awful things, and really, he shouldn't even be trying to forgive or redeem her, and yet. Here he is, doing the same thing he did with smilk. And on DE's side, she sees someone who is only now just starting to understand her, and it frustrates her to no end. Who is he to have the right to get to know her? How dare he try to claim that her vessel is someone so weak? He had his chance, and he fumbled it. But Lily asked her to try, so try she will. LilyEnchant. Do I have the capacity to keep this small, because I fear if I get started, this will just turn into "Loaf yaps about WL and DE and character foils" instead of "polls about cookie ships!!" (like this isn't already happening. denial is wonderful, everyone.) I'll keep it small because this post is already big as-is. They, more than anyone else, more than any Beast or Ancient, understand each other on a fundamental level that is nigh impossible to achieve. This is what Smilk wanted, with PV. With TR. That's why the admiration for DE is there. Lily is so incredibly sorry for all that DE has gone through. DE sees it as pity for the longest time, and Lily always says that it's never been pity, and never will be. She knows herself, and she knows that she could never pity DE. Eventually, DE recognizes the empathy, the compassion, the love and self-loathing in equal measure. They both blame themselves for various things, and they both empathize with the other. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," they whisper to themselves when they think the other doesn't notice. "I'll be better. For you," they promise. They ignore the thoughts of killing the other, of taking back the life they once shared, of becoming just one being; either Lily, or Enchantress. There's room enough for both of them, and that space grows more and more with every day, every improvement. It's self-love on the most literal level, and they are happy to continue along this path.

Anyways. Those are! My thoughts! :3

[highladyluck]

Wheel of Time, Season 3, Episode 2 (second watch) Liveblog

Elayne like "This is the largest gay bar in the world, please don't take me away"

Emotionally Intelligent Lan never fails to jumpscare me lmao

I already said this but I do need to reiterate: Galad would not fuck

I like that we see Morgase's accepted ring like, first thing. Also those maid headdresses that look like approximately one-fourth of a swan has been applied directly to the entire head? They're very good. Very intimidating. Very high fashion.

I'm now watching to see if Elaida has the bracelet this early- hard to tell tho.

So. I was not a huge fan of the Lannister lean-in thing they did with Morgause on first watch. But I've seen some commentary that has reconciled me a bit more to it- one is that people were going to make the comparison between Andor's whole vibe and Game of Thrones anyway, so they called it to mind deliberately but contrasted it with Morgase's slightly more strategic/principled(?) motivation. This is the kind of thing that RJ did with the first 200 pages of EotW and The Fellowship of the Ring- deliberately echoing the more familiar property before going in a different direction with it- so it's not like that's a new-to-WoT tactic. The other bit of commentary that has influenced me is the argument that it sets up some really juicy stuff for Elayne to work with later in her succession plot.

Elayne is so cute when she lies through her teeth

Siuan waiting a very precisely calculated amount of time to let them in lmao

Siuan is WEIRDLY smiley re: Lord Gaebril considering her mood moments before…

This is obviously because of the letter Elayne sent, but I honestly don't know why Elayne told Morgase she was kidnapped if she didn't want to get hauled home. Maybe to drive home the Seanchan threat?

I forgot who I first thought the people in the ways were, but I was totally wrong. As we find out later, it's Alanna and Maksim, but yeah, wtf are they doing in the Two Rivers in this turning? Still hunting for novices?

Yeah that was a significantly long pause for Elayne before she acknowledged Gabril

Mat looks good in green :)

If only we had someone who could fix mind diseases! [thinks about Mat in Graendal's clutches] NEVERMIND NO ONE NEEDS THERAPY

The implication of 'honorary great serpent ring' is that Morgase didn't have to go through the Arch(es) but honestly since they don't require channeling and are a character/commitment test similar to [SPOILERS FOR LATER IN THE SEASON] I've always headcanoned that Daughter-Heirs of Andor who went to the Tower actually took the test. But maybe it's seen as too risky for them to actually take it? I'd certainly buy that in this universe.

Elayne like "This is the largest gay bar in the world, please don't take me away"

Emotionally Intelligent Lan never fails to jumpscare me lmao

I love the contrast between the Aiel 'save and destroy' and the WT 'save or destroy' here; it's less of a stark contrast in the books but I think it's a really interesting nuance to dwell on and fits with the overall themes of encoutering different perspectives and the subjectivity of history/prophecy. Also I love Avi talking duty with Egwene and Moiraine, just like, on principle.

These landscapes holy shit

At least we know that Marin is the kind of person who would hide people in her attic

Alanna, Perrin used to live here. What the fuck are YOU doing in the Two Rivers?

lmao once you get an Elaida infestation it's hard to get her out

ooof. I bet Siuan is thinking in terms of another Darkfriend attack on the Tower re: Min's visions.

Mat, you absolute dumbass [derogatory]. That said, Clara is super hot. "I think everyone is into this kind of thing, Mat" - excellent line delivery Nyneave

Awwwww is Nyneave wearing Lan's ring around her neck? Or her great serpent ring?

"And is the Lion Throne under threat?" damn Nyneave is killing it this episode

Rand you cheating ho

I already said this but I do need to reiterate: Galad would not fuck

I knew immediately that someone was gonna catch Elayne vamping with the crown and I was preemptively embarrassed for her I hate that Gaebril is charming I hate it I hate it (it's very good) Galad is always serious oooof not Gareth Bryne :( High-Functioning Alcoholic Elayne T_T I buy it but it hurts me

THE MAT AND SIUAN SCENE IS PERFECT. Also it sounds at the beginning like she's got him as a guest on her early morning tv show/interview podcast and that always makes me laugh. I really hope that she and Mat get to meet again because they were so fun to watch together.

And now for another scene of masterful manipulation! GO GO ELAYNE

Elayne: "My path will always lead back to Andor." Me: '-through the circus.'

Lan listens but you aren't fucking talking, Rand

Lmao I'm enjoying the barely veiled threats in this Morgase & Siuan confrontation

[sturnboos]

[🔥]Bonfire

warnings: mentions of drugs & alcohol.

inspired by: bonfire by childish gambino

requested by @riasturns

a/n: never listened to childish gambino before so this was quite a challenge, hope it’s good.

It starts with a spark literally.

You're halfway across the crowded backyard when someone lights a bonfire in a dented metal barrel. It whooshes into flame like someone summoned hellfire with a Red Bull and a Bic lighter. People cheer. Someone throws in a ripped poster of a SoundCloud rapper who had ghosted his own set at this party.

This isn't your first chaotic night in a downtown LA influencer party. You came here to chase beats and numb thoughts. The rooftop reeks of sweat, weed, and ambition. You're sipping something that might be juice, might be poison, when you hear the laugh. Sharp. Stupidly familiar. You turn.

Chris Sturniolo is leaning against a busted speaker, laughing at something his bestfriend Nate just said. He’s dressed casually in a white shirt, black jeans, a chain necklace and sneakers that probably cost more than your rent. His hair’s a mess and he looks like he belongs here, which is annoying because this isn’t his scene.

You stare too long, and of course he notices.

"Didn’t think you were the type for these crazy house parties,” he says, walking over. He smells like expensive cologne and smoke. “Thought you were more… laying in bed with a Spotify playlist drinking lavender tea.”

“Didn't think you were someone who'd ditch a pr event for this kind of noise,” you shoot back, raising your drink. “Do your brothers even know your here?”

His laugh punches the air again. “Touché.”

You sip the drink. Still not sure if it's juice or poison. "So, what- you slumming it tonight, Sturniolo?"

He shrugs. "Fame’s a prison. Needed parole."

“And this is your escape plan?”

He looks around chaos, graffiti, questionable drinks. “Kinda beautiful, isn't it?” You roll your eyes. His voice lowers. “Besides, I was hoping to see you here.”

“Liar.”

“Maybe. But it worked.”

You wind up near the bonfire anyway, trading insults like secrets. Chris’s smart. Sharper than he lets on. He says shit that makes you laugh harder than you mean to. The music shifts Childish Gambino’s “Bonfire” blares through blown out speakers. The crowd howls like they’ve been waiting all night.

You and Chris both know the lyrics by heart. “I love pussy, I love bitches- dude, I should be running PETA,” he mouths, eyes locked on yours.

You choke on your drink, laughing. “God, that line is so problematic.”

“And yet… iconic.” He shrugs. “Can’t help what slaps.”

You rap the next line back at him “My dick is like an accent mark, it’s all about the over Es.”

He stares for a second, impressed. “Okay, that was hot.”

You raise a brow. “You think?”

“I think girls who can rap along to chaotic men with trauma are hot.”

You scoff. “So… all of Tumblr, then?”

He grins. “Specifically… you.”

You’re sitting on an old couch that smells like cigarettes and missed dreams when Chris leans in and says, “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

You blink. “That’s a lot of pressure for someone I just verbally sparred with over Gambino.”

“I’m serious.”

You consider. The fire crackles. The song changes.

“…Sometimes I think I’m more of a persona than a person,” you admit. “Like, I’m always in ‘performance mode.’ I don’t know if I actually know who I am when no one’s watching.”

Chris doesn’t flinch. Just nods.

“Yeah. That’s the curse of being perceived,” he says quietly. “You get really good at becoming what people want. Even when it’s not you.” A pause “Sometimes I want to set it all on fire,” he adds, voice soft. “Just to see what’s left.”

You glance at the bonfire, at the flames licking higher. “Then why don’t you?”

He looks at you like you already know the answer.
“Because I’m scared there’s nothing under it.”

Your chest tightens. You didn’t expect real tonight. You expected flirtation and chaos. But here it is. Real. Sitting in front of you in a thrifted flannel and tired eyes. You don’t say anything. You just scoot closer.

Later that night you're dancing like the world’s ending. People are half lost in the beat, sweaty bodies and strobe lights and a freedom that tastes like rebellion. Chris spins you, then pulls you in by the waist. He’s grinning. "You know," he shouts over the music, "if this were a movie, this would be the part where I kiss you."

You smirk. "This isn't a movie."

"Doesn't mean I can't improvise." He leans in. And yeah, it’s chaos. It’s messy and too hot and someone bumps into you mid-kiss but you’re kissing the Chris Sturniolo on a rooftop, fire blazing, and music that curses the world in the background.

And it’s perfect. In a completely wrong, exactly right kind of way.

The next morning, your phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number:

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You open it.

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[windypuddle]

Based entirely on the two Mikoto MVs, I'm convinced Mikoto is the personality that killed all the people and John was the one doing the cleanup afterwards. John says "I learned how to clean a crime scene for you. Please jsut say thank you once please"

See I , when I found out that John could attack Es but Mikoto can't, also thought that Mikoto is the one who did the actual murders. Because if MILGRAM can differentiate between the two, you'd think it can differentiate correctly. Unless they just had to encode Mikoto in there somehow before they knew about John... but I can't think of how something like that would be able to tell the difference. Maybe brainwave patterns? the whole "prisoners can't attack the warden" and the 09 situation is really interesting too. MILGRAM is either supernatural (...they do have a telepathic rabbit) or extremely futuristically high-tech ("any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" - arthur c clarke). And if it was that level... you'd hope its accurate.

Sorry. long winded way of saying I agree that Mikoto is the one who actually did the murder.

This was definitely what I thought before Double came out, and i only listened to the 09 t2 voice drama recently. I don't remember much of it besides John being scared that if he's fronting too often, Mikoto will disappear, and he doesn't want that to happen because he did all this to protect him, so he (John) should be the one to disappear. But I think (and correct me if I'm wrong) but when a system forms due to some traumatic event, usually the system forms after the event itself, so it would make sense if Mikoto did that, then John formed and cleaned it up, and Mikoto simply blocked out the memories. But Mikoto on his own repressing the memories seems more complicated than him simply not remembering it because he didn't do it, since amnesia is one of the diagnostic symptoms of DID; at least, it would make more sense as per Occam's razor.

[dramatic pause while i go rewatch MeMe and Double. putting this under the cut because it got super long]

MeMe

"I'd play dead even though I'm alive" (subtitle translation, bear with me) is a really interesting line. It could be referencing this facade that Mikoto is putting up about not knowing anything, or possibly his attitude during the murder detaching himself ("playing dead") even though he's the one actually doing it, leading to repressing the memory/pretending it was just a dream.

"'I' will save 'me'" as a line coming *after* the actual murder is interesting. I do think the general view of MeMe is that the more angry/harsher voice is John, while the milder one is Mikoto, but maybe it's not that simple. Nothing is ever that simple with MILGRAM...

"I won't forgive you if this is happening to me even though I'm right" is also interesting in that he turns the forgiven/unforgiven thing back on Es. But what is he "right" about? That he didn't do anything? The phrasing and use of "if" implies that he isn't certain.

The second murder/verse shows Mikoto in the Hanged Man t-shirt (the hanged man signifies sacrifice or indecision/waiting), which is also what he wears in the chorus where his voice is softer, supposed to be Mikoto and not John... earlier at the line of "I will save me" he takes the shirt off and puts on a plain white shirt and talks about shaking it up/switch up that brain, which only John seems to be aware of being a system, so if the plain shirt/shirtless is John and the tarot shirt is Mikoto... then that would indeed be Mikoto murdering someone.

In the mirror scene after the shower, when it sort of zooms out, the Mikoto closer to the camera is wearing his jacket (you can see it on his arm at 1:44) ... interesting. and then the "Take a good look at me until you find me, the truth will come to reveal itself" in the chorus... right after the mirror thing.... very interesting. veeerrrry interesting.

And then he gets the Devil card. Meaning (according to various sources) obsession, addiction, powerlessness, excess; violence and fatality; your "inner demons"/"shadow self"; and in the Fool's Journey, economic materialism. Hmm. like a job. That connects to how John says the stress of his job is what drove them to murder people as stress relief. Another observation: Most iterations of the Devil card have the Devil perched on some kind of pedestal which has two people chained to it, a man and a woman; Mikoto's version of the deck has neither of those people, but some strange objects instead, and the Devil's body is a mannequin, like the ones on the train in Double.

...

And then we see both of them in the same outfit, so maybe just ignore what I said about the shirts...

The security footage after the line "I'm already the fake one" implies that Mikoto doesn't remember those moments directly, but maybe is aware of them due to evidence/the actual security footage

In the very last chorus he flips the Fool card at the viewer, signifying that he's the one that the Fool's Journey is applying to here... and then does a whole tarot spread that i do NOT know enough to interpret. and then the last card he flips over is Death. Meaning transformation, release, change. Essentially, letting go of the past to embrace the future. Hmm. That makes me think John could entirely replace Mikoto by the end of MILGRAM. But who knows...

Double

Right off the bat we get John talking about all these recurring themes, that Mikoto is overstressed and work and too much of a people pleaser, but he needs to stop taking on so much, and John will help him deal with all the pressure and protect him from the consequences.

All this language about John "saving" Mikoto definitely could be implying that he cleans up the scene afterwards. While he does acknowledge that the murder was for stress relief, I don't think he'd go so far as to say randomly killing people is "saving" Mikoto; but if Mikoto was killing people, and John was cleaning up the evidence, that could definitely be it.

Based on the cues to tell the difference between John and Mikoto, the bridge of Double seems to be Mikoto on the phone with his mom, and John killing indiscriminate people... But tbh every single person in this series in as unreliable narrator. just to keep that in mind.

The ending frames of Double go so hard. I think it is Mikoto saying "I'm so sorry" which could be him apologizing for the trouble he's caused with all this damn murder! or just like.... everything. in general. Idk.

TLDR I'm not certain on the specifics of Mikoto and John's whole situation, but I can absolutely believe that Mikoto is the one who committed the murders, and the structure of Milgram itself supports this. The MVs complicate things but people are complicated. I 🩵 unreliable narrators

[passthroughtime]

oh what the fuck, what an unfortunate virus you got. hope my pc won't catch it too!

re: tags from tumblr.com/jichanxo/773101415990231040 -> save that wall for later, i think you'll need it more when i'll publish the chapter 🌚

ok cool i'll get back to making a dent in this wall in a few months then

[weather-cluddy]

THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO WATCHING MILGRAM (as of the end of the 2nd trial)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

INTRO

What's Milgram? Milgram is a multimedia project whose central concept revolves around the audience judging the character's crimes. All of them stand accused of murder after being brought to the mysterious prison of Milgram, but were their actions truly wrong? Only the audience, through the medium of the amnesiac guard Es, can decide that. Vote them GUILTY or INNOCENT according to your ethics or your whims over the course of three trials , and watch how their lives change in response.

You can read a list of trigger warnings here. Who's working on it? The musical and visual components are led by the vocaloid producer Deco*27 and his employees at OTOIRO, with him working on the lyrics and composing half the songs, while the other half is handled by Rockwell. Teddyloid often works in the songs' arrangement as well. Yamanaka Takuya is in charge of all writing in the MILGRAM project, except for the novels and their manga adaptation which were done by Nami Tsumi. His works tend to revolve around trauma and people's inner darkness, and are often music-related multimedia franchises such as the Caligula Effect series, Utagoe wa Mille-Feuille and Boisterous Six. (Fun fact: the last one was prompted by the thought that if he made a collab with the Takuya Yamanaka who's part of The Oral Cigarettes, maybe people would stop confusing them. It did not work.)

For more details, check the wiki's Staff page.

How do I vote? You'll need an account for either Twitter or LINE (Japanese texting app). Then go to the JUDGE page in the official website and click on the icon of a character that's not grayed out. (If they all are, then you need to wait until the new trial starts). You'll be asked to give the site permission to use your Twitter/LINE account. The website should remember your credentials afterwards. You can vote once a day every day for as long as the poll is open. The general rhythm of the project is that a song releases, then another releases next month and the next one takes two months to come out. Since each poll lasts for three months, this means that there should always be two characters available for voting, unless there are delays or you're at the very end or start of a trial.

How does this guide work? / Usage notes Due to Tumblr's restriction on the amount of links per post, this guide will have three parts. They're organized content according to platform/format, but I also paid mind to original release date and overall importance to the plot.

I recommend watching all the first trial content before starting with the second trial. So, begin with the 1st set of voicelines, then the videos and timelines, then double back onto the second set. Everything from the Illustrations and Previews section onwards isn't part of the main game and can be ignored if desired.

I've added some supplementary notes and explanations when I thought it was relevant. Sometimes the information is part of a larger theory post, but please don't take the link as endorsement of any particular theory.

There will be links to the MILGRAM wiki, which is not spoiler-free. If you navigate to the character's main pages, you will immediately see images that spoil developments in the latest trial. This also applies to the official website's character pages. There will also be Youtube links. Since the suggestions can also contain spoilers, you can copypaste the link into Polsy to avoid them. You'll still get videos thumbnails when you pause or when the video ends, but from what I can see they're limited to the videos found on the uploader's channel.

TRANSLATIONS

Official Website

Character Profiles milgrammer (Click "profile" for each prisoner)

Voicelines First trial: milgrammer (Same as above) Second trial: Rochisama (Section: Voice lines)

A different set of translations can be found in the Milgram wiki. It is also the easiest way to access the audio, as old lines get retired from the official website and Wayback Machine is inconsistent in saving them. The quotes can be found in their own subpage, such as https://milgram.fandom.com/wiki/Momose_Amane/Quotes . Substitute character names accordingly, and keep in mind that Muu and Fuuta's names are spelled with two u's.

According to the writer's tweets, the prompts for the first trial's voicelines are: 1) Introduce yourself. 2) You're a murderer, aren't you? 3) Is there something you'd like to tell the guard (me)? 4) and 5) What do you think about Milgram?

And for the second trial: 1) To the awakened guard 2) Regarding the first trial's results 3) Regarding changes in the second trial 4) Comments on the first trial 5) What do you think about Milgram?

Loading Screen During the first trial, the loading icon for the website displayed the message "Sing your sins." When the second trial started, the icon was changed. Now it looks the same as the first one for a second, then morphs into "Doubt your punishment." You can see a gif of it here.

Youtube Channel

Teasers These are brief videos which feature the characters speaking sentences out of context. So far we've seen some, but not all of them pop up in the series itself. Some seem to take place in the past, so it's likely not all of them will show up. Note that these videos contain flashing lights, chaotic visuals and screaming. Translations can be found in comments. - First season teaser - Second season teaser

Voice Trailers These trailers have normal and glitchy lines. The normal parts are taken from the website voice lines, while the glitchy lines aren't featured anywhere else. Translations for the static-filled lines can be found in the comment section, and Rochisama also translated the second-trial lines in their website. - First season voice trailer - Second season voice trailer

PV Technically our first real intro to the series, but given the unstranslated onscreen text and the dodgy subtitles, it can be skipped. There's some concept art not shown elsewhere; A cleaned up version can be viewed here and here. The website features a lower shot of the same art shown in the last link.

Song trailers These feature short snippets of upcoming content: songs and one sentence per prisoner. You can skip this if you've already watched the songs and voice dramas in question; the only difference is that sometimes the translation is slightly different. - First trial - Second trial

Main Songs, Jackalope Videos and Voice Dramas In-universe, the voice dramas take place before the songs. However, up until midway through the second trial the songs were uploaded first and the albums (containing the dramas) would be released 1-2 weeks later, so it seems the intended viewing order is the other way around. The tracklist order also supports this, so I'll be using the song->voice drama order. ES and Undercover are special cases. Undercover doesn't seem to exist in-universe, with the timeline for this one being A Milgram Anybody Can Understand->ES->Website voicelines. For the sake of consistency, I still used the song->VD ordering, with A Milgram being placed afterwards due to being released later.

Lastly, some of the official English titles are different from the Japanese ones. I wrote down both the official translation, marked (EN), and a translation from Japanese marked (JP)

First trial Official song playlist

Undercover (Instrumental) Notes: Milgram's theme song and its first release. The official subtitles were changed during the second trial to reference the song titles, at the cost of being less accurate to the original Japanese: you can see the original lyrics here. The lamp that shows up at 2:11 says 御霊燈, "spirit lantern." This kind of lantern is placed at the house of the deceased for 49 days after death. It serves to both announce that the family is in mourning and a guide for the spirit of the deceased; fire being a way for ghosts to find their way from and to the afterlife is a common motif in Japanese folklore. The kanji above the scratched-out text reads "deceased." Text on the sticky notes on Mikoto's screen. ES (Text)

A Milgram Anybody Can Understand

Weakness (EN) / The Weak are Meat, Eat your Fellows (JP) (Instrumental) Notes: A theory post analysing the title and word choices used. Writhing of the Weak (Text)

Umbilical (Instrumental) Relative Zero (Text)

Bring It On (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. Cultural context on lyrics. Braze you!! (Text)

After Pain (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. Crying B (Text)

Throw Down (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation Moloch (Text)

This Is How to Be in Love With You (EN) / It's Love! (JP) (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation Love is Mine (Text)

half (Instrumental) Gouging In The Night (EN) / Night of Exposure (JP) (Text)

magic (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. (Some corrections: "Happily supporting" is more like "Happiness-supporting" and "Weird Monk" would be "Mysterious Monk.") Apostle and Death (EN) / Apostle and Death and (JP) (Text) Notes: The odd extra "and" in the Japanese title is to make the title sound more repetitive. It's pronounced Shito to Shi to.

MeMe (Instrumental) Notes: The yellow sign at 1:28 reads "WARNING. This is private property! It's not a public dumpster! Don't just throw your trash wherever you like. Anyone caught fly-tipping will be reported immediately. WARNING." The tarot cards (probably) say "MIKOTO TAROT CARD" at the bottom. John Doe (Text) Notes: "Remember your murder" should be "I'll remember that, you murderer!"

Harrow (Instrumental) Notes: Summarized onscreen text translation (highlighted comment). Alternate full translation. TASK (Text) Notes: "Heh, I should be the one thanking you" / "Heh, you’ve gotten the order of expressing gratitude wrong." should be "That's not the kind of face you should be making when thanking somebody"

First trial closing video

[good-beanswrites]

Reworking my neurodivergent Fuuta post because I had more to add and wanted it in one place 👍It started out just silly thoughts and projection but I have a lot of evidence now??? It feels pretty solid!

🔴 He holds to an overwhelming sense of right, wrong, rules, justice, etc. It’s a system that makes sense to him (you learn to apologize before anything else, right?) and he’s obsessed with it. He's an extreme rule follower. He's obviously careful so he's not called out online, but even inside Milgram. He follows Es' orders naturally. Even though they’re silly, in the minigrams he’s repeatedly reminding people of the rules about requesting items. Even though he'd been shown to voice thoughts about escaping, he refuses, and is too much of a stickler that he won’t even let other people request things considered dangerous.

🔴 He takes things very literally, most notably some of the interrogation questions. In both his vds he’s pretty particular about describing his involvement, taking a long time to admit he could be a killer because his situation falls pretty far out of its normal definition.

🔴 He’s shown to be intensely lonely: sitting alone, walking alone, watching others from the outskirts, but thriving online where the social rules are different. He has trouble identifying/defining friendships, choosing to focus on the sharing of interests and excitement.

🔴 However, he does find a group that accepts him and listens to him -- and that feeling of belonging becomes intoxicating. The typical “gets a taste of doing something correctly but then gets carried away and crosses a line in excitement”

🔴 He doesn’t think hard work can get him anywhere in society, he doesn’t have any goals, he struggles at school, he wants to just go with the flow -- aka, burnout from trying so hard in a society that isn’t made to accommodate you. Instead of focusing on that, he loses himself in fictional worlds of heroes and villains. He sees connections in everyday life, occasionally getting so lost in them that thoughts of them bleed into reality.

🔴 He's bad at lying. Or, he has to deal with people pointing out nonsensical body language cues to make assumptions about his emotions (which is just as much a neurodivergent experience, unfortunately).

🔴 I know all the prisoners have some kind of act they put up to cover up their true emotions, but it’s still so obvious how he lashes out in anger instead of properly processing/expressing his legitimate fear of the entire situation.

🔴 Extreme restlessness when waiting in an empty room all alone

🔴 This may be more personal interpretation than evidence (because I don’t know how it holds up in the original Japanese), but his line in Muu’s bday timeline just struck me as someone who isn't usually accepted or accommodated for when they're feeling down.

🔴 Also. Transed Gender. 🏳️‍⚧️

[valeisaslut]

You kissed her back like you were drowning. As if you held her close enough, tight enough, the moment wouldn’t end. Your fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, trying to anchor her, trying to anchor yourself.

But the clock didn’t stop.

The world didn’t wait.

It never had.

It didn’t pause for heartbreak, didn’t soften for grief, didn’t flinch at the sound of something beautiful breaking.

It just kept spinning—indifferent, relentless—dragging you both forwards whether you were ready or not.

when i read those specific lines, i thought about the countless times in which you highlighted how their moments of intimacy were a break from everything that the outside held. how, when they kissed, it was a whisper amidst the destructive chaos. we all fell for the same lie, our protagonists included; everything can slow down for the popstar and the rockstar! everything can stop for a little while!

truthfully, no, it can't, and that's just real life. no matter how it feels, the world keeps spinning mercilessly and time doesn't stop. we're constantly victims of our own deceitful minds looking for protection from what we know can hurt us. the previous chapters were like a silent warning, whether you intended it or not (actually, at this point i believe everything i notice and geek about from this series was already plotted inside your head for a long time) and this whole concept was beautifully depicted with the way ellie and reader had only so many minutes to use in which they had to recap whatever the hell that past month had been, process their own current emotions plus the emotional baggage they'd been dealing with, decipher what to choose from the little options they had left even if they meant their doom and ultimately state what they were going to do with their relationship despite it being both the greatest and the most destructive thing they ever experienced. (i wouldn't bet on it being the most destructive one but i'm sure you get me; love can be kinda destructive). all of that. in a few minutes. equation for disaster considering they both need years worth of therapy.

so, yeah, i'm stunned. i swear, because you're an absolutely wonderful being and so incredibly gifted. i might not be very skilled with words, but believe me when i say i don't think i've ever read something like this before. i don't think i've ever seen someone portray so many feelings, crushing emotions, complex elements and characters such as these in a lenguage THAT'S NOT EVEN THEIR FIRST. or maybe i did, but never, ever in such breathtaking way. i genuinely sat back almost every paragraph and wondered 'okay, so... how did val come up with this comparison?' or 'what was the thing that inspired this thought depth?'

your mind is so lovely, val, and so intriguing. i will forever admire you for that. gosh, i know i sound really weird when i say this because i truly am just obsessed with a law student from my own country and my own age that literally just sits down drinking wine and proceeds to write the masterpieces i cry about but— you have no idea how much i would like for fanfiction like this to actually be famous so i can get like interviews from you and all that to break down bit by bit the process of creating this series. am i exaggerating? what does exaggeration even mean? that's just a word invented by the goverment and boring people. next.

sorry for the rambling, i've never been quite good at being brief and concise, but i hope to accompany you in many more of your works and your whole journey as a writer in here. just to let you know! we all adore you for you, with collide we found you, and that's only the start (even if none of us want the start to end!).

dicho esto, gracias por venir a mi charla ted. 🚬

(¡y descansa! porque es de madrugada y sé que fue una noche larga llena de emociones 🤕)

i don’t even know where to begin because BIBI, what you just wrote is, without exaggeration, one of the most beautiful, honest, and deeply felt things i’ve ever read. i’m saying this with my whole chest: your message left me shaking. with emotion, with gratitude, with that strange, raw mix of feeling both vulnerable and completely held by someone who truly saw every layer, every wound, every quiet lie passed between two people who love each other badly—but love each other with their entire souls.

you have no idea how much it means to me that you read that specific passage and didn’t just absorb the words, but understood the weight behind them. because yes, that silent lie has always been there—this idea that here, in their closeness, they’re safe. that if they kiss hard enough, hold each other long enough, the world will just stop for them. the world will make an exception. they really believed that. we believed that. and it was always an illusion. and the fact that you noticed, that you felt the crash of reality against that illusion, means you heard what i was trying to whisper beneath the chaos.

and yes. the minutes to say everything they haven’t said. to process things they haven’t even admitted to themselves. to try and piece together a relationship built on too much love and not enough space to hold it. it was an equation for disaster. and that’s what i wanted it to feel like: the desperate absurdity of trying to save everything with too little time and too much damage.

you say you’re not good with words, but here i am, reading your message with tears in my eyes, thinking “how the hell am i ever going to get over this?”you didn’t just see me as a writer—you saw me as a person. as the girl who sits with a glass of wine, exhausted and overwhelmed but alive with ideas, writing like her whole heart might fall out through her fingers. and you wrote to me like you were in the room with me, reading every paragraph and going, “val, this is coming from your soul, isn’t it?”

and yes. yes it is. all of collide is coming from my soul. and sometimes it hurts to keep writing and i still go through with it. because i know someone like you is reading. i know there are eyes like yours that look past the drama, past the sex and chaos—eyes that see the trauma, the addiction, the abandonment, the unbearable pressure, the desperate attempts to hold onto something that might already be gone. and that’s everything.

what you said about interviews and breakdowns and wanting to get inside the creative process??? THANK YOU. sometimes writing this feels really lonely. but this message reminded me i’m not alone. that on the other side of the screen, there are people who want to understand. who want to walk with me through every painful, beautiful, gut-wrenching beat of it.

and if this is “exaggeration”? then god, i hope people exaggerate like you forever.

and the fact that we’re from the same country, the same age, maybe living wildly different lives but still somehow finding each other through this story??? that makes me emotional in a whole new way. i want to walk with you too. not just as a writer, but as someone who’s just really, really grateful you exist.

gracias. de verdad. por esta carta. por tu corazón. por quedarte despierta hasta la madrugada sintiendo conmigo.

esto no es el final. esto es apenas el prólogo de todo lo que se viene. te abrazo para siempre. 🚬💗

hermanas argentinas jamas seran vencidas.

[lettucesenku]

Yooo itz me again‼️‼️

y'know those self aware ES AUs?? its been on my mind for the entire day- Like I was thinking what if like, reader was crying because of something and the character on the home page gets all panicky abt what is going wrong- It's oka if u don't like it or something u can ignore it dw- (if possible can the characters on home page be Valkyrie-? Pretty please with a cherry on top?🥺)

-Ameki anon

Valkyrie x Reader (Self-Aware ES AU)

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bbg i would literally give you my heart on a platter if you asked for it i would never ignore you ANYWAYS HIIIIIIII GUESS WHO GRADUATED???? WOOP WOOP‼️‼️sorry ive been so busy lately stuffs been kinda cray-cray but we ball. Ive got a summer job lined up before university classes start up in fall (yay employment) however its literally in the middle of nowhere and i'll basically be on call 22/6 🪦 so i wont have like any time or connection to be writing SO im gonna try and bust out at least 2-3 more posts before i leave. ALSO i need to apologize in advance bc i lowkey had no idea what to do for this/what this meant but i was NAWT gonna ignore a request from my favorite (only) anon so I diy-ed this to the best of my abilities it isn't very romantic reader is basically just manager ENJOYYYYYYY AKEMI MWAHHHH ♥️♥️♥️

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Today was a long day. It felt like so much and so little happened. You didn't realize just how close you were to the end of your bandwidth until you let your weight relax into the bedroom floor. Breathing didn't feel real: the light from your surroundings didn't fully reach your vision. Mindlessly, or maybe just subconsciously, you pulled out your phone. Your headphones were already sitting in your ears numbly, like they just fit there. You don't remember putting them in. Soon, a familiar short melody erases the thought from your mind. You're met with the home screen of your favorite game. A small smile sits itself underneath your breath, but it doesn't reach your eyes. You get a taste of it, though. A few salty tears hide down your face and into the crevice of your lips. That's surprising, you don't remember starting to cry, either.

Shu:

Shu was alerted of your arrival shortly after opening the app. He got up from his spot across the room and turned off the sewing machine. He prepared to chastise you for your tardiness: as he usually does while walking towards the front of the screen. However, today, he quickly saw his usually scolding would not be happening.

There were tears in your eyes as you looked down at him. Why? Why were there tears in his doll's eyes? For what reason do you come to him bearing sadness and grief of which he does not know the origin of? A slew of different scenarios paced through his head, like his train(1.) of thought (singular) suddenly had 19 different locomotives flooding the tracks with each of their rush hour routes.

What does one do in this situation? He can't touch you. He can't warm you in his arms or reach out to you. All he can do is stand concerned in front of you and wait for you to ask for him. Shu is not a typically patient man. Especially when it comes to.. other people. But you, ma cherie, he has more patience than a moon flower. He walks himself near the love seat in his sewing room and looks over you longingly. He'll wait for as long as you need him to, and when you're ready, all you need is call for him and he will be there.

You sit staring at the screen for a while. How much time has passed? Your curtains are shut, you don't really want to know. Just letting the water work its way through your system has helped a bit.

Mika:

Shu mentally scolds kagehira as he walks through the door, loud and energetic like a dog who's just brought their owner a stick.

"Hey teach! I got the buttons you wanted! These are the right ones, right?"

That ever-beaming smile is soon replaced by confusion as he turns his head from the love seat to you. Confusion quickly turns to worry as he sees the blank tear-stained expression on your face. He looks back over at shu with a panicked look as if saying "what happened? What do we do??" Hands up like a anxious kid.

Shu simply looks back at him calmly.

"Kagehira, lower your voice. You may place the buttons on my desk."

Mika noted the substantial lack of bite in his voice. He slowly tiptoed over to shu's sewing area and placed the bag down on the desk. He walked over to the love seat and curled up on the arm rest. Silently watching as shu lace knit beside him. Silence didn't last long though. Mika had much more patience then shu did, but that didn't mean he was good at being quiet.

"Ne ne, manager, do you know why seagulls fly over the sea? Because if they flew over the bay they would be bagels! Haha!"

He started out in a shushed voice, but it only took a whopping 3 jokes before he was back to his normal rambonxious noise level.

"Managerrrrrr, do you know how to make a tissue dance? You put a little boogie in it!"

You were starting to feel a bit better, even without ever actually leaving the homescreen. The tears weren't a steady stream anymore. Just onesies and twosies every now and then. Mikas jokes were corny, but you appreciated how he tried.

Nazuna:

Nazuna didn't particularly want to make the trip to the Valkyrie studio. Everyone was busy preparing for the next festival and Nazuna got sent on side quest duty to collect signatures from unit leaders. He stood in front of the door befor giving a hard knock and going in.

"Why don't you play poker in the jungle? Because there are too many cheetahs!"

Oh mother of earth what am I walking in on. Shu was sitting in the corner of the sofa, half a yard of lace growing from his hands. Meanwhile Mika sat crisscross on one of the arm rests nervously spitting corny jokes at a mile a minute. Shu side eyes Nazuna as he makes his way over to the couch, and unintentionally into of the homescreen view, looking at the papers in his hand.

"I need you to sign this for the festival Itsuki, why are you both staring like that?"

Nazuna turns behind him and sees you looking at him. Dried tears down your cheeks, red eyes, rosie nose, tired. Well that explains the apprehensive atmosphere. The papers can wait a bit. He's already gotten all the other units, and there's isn’t an ouncs of guilt in his conscience for making eichi wait.

Shu sets his lace down on the coffee table and motions for Nazuna to hand him the document. In a second it's in his lap with violet eyes scanning it carefully, flipping through the pages while the paper ruffles against the staple. He pulls an expensive pen out of his pocket and signs it in one swift motion. The document is already offered back to Nazuna withbone hand while the other is repositioning French stationary back in his shirt pocket.

Nazuna awkwardly stands with his back to the homescreen, glancing over his shoulder at Valkyries manager anxiously. Mika isn't a fan of the sudden taciturn air.

"Hey hey, Nito-nii, what do you call a angry carrot?"

I'll indulge him,

"What?"

"A steamed veggie"

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[milawritesstuff]

“ Maybe you’re life’s most beautiful and sad way to tell me that you can’t have it all.”

😩😩😩😩😩 omgggggg

Whoever sent this, thank you. You made me go back to read that story and gave me some fuel for a little update on it. Hope you guys like it.

You can read the first part HERE and second part HERE !!

You looked over at the beautiful wedding dress next to you as you put on lipstick. You looked down and thought about what Pedri would look like, what type of suit he would wear. Reality soon sunk in when you remembered that he wouldn’t be the one waiting at the end of the aisle today and luckily you wouldn’t be the one walking down the aisle either. But despite that reassurance you knew that you couldn’t push off your wedding to Jordi for long. 

A knock on the door started you. You turned your attention towards the door followed by his voice, “Can I come in?”

You felt your heartbeat accelerate, as if it knew its owner was near. 

Pedri walked in closing the door behind him. You stood up and offered him a shy smile.

-Estas jodidamente preciosa. You are fucking beautiful.- He said as he continued to stare and admire you. You smiled as you kept your gaze at the floor.

-Pedri, what are you doing here? Nuria will be here any minute to get ready for the ceremony.-

-I just wanted to see you. Have you a few minutes to myself before the chaos.- Pedri said as he took a step closer.

You took a step back. -Pedri, not here. Not now.-

As luck would have it, Pedri was close friends with your best friend’s fiancé. Despite wanting to leave Pedri behind after that one night, you were unable to because your paths continued to cross. 

Pedri looked down at your hand. -If not now, then when? Ese puto anillo no me dejara estar contigo. That fucking ring won’t let me be with you. Have you told him yet? Does he know about us?-

-Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to. It was one night, it meant no … it meant nothing.- You took a gulp before finishing your sentence. You and Pedri knew you were lying and you were a bad one at that. The night you had spent with Pedri had not meant nothing and in fact, it had turned your whole life upside down.

Pedri took another step towards you and chuckled. -That’s not what you said that night. In fact, if I close my eyes I can still hear your moans, asking me for more, asking me to go faster, harder.- He whispered the last word into your ear causing a reaction from you.

-A good fuck doesn’t change things, Pedri. That’s all it was, that’s all you were, a good fuck.-

-No me jodas.- Yelled Pedri as he took a few steps away from you, driving his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

-For better or for worse. That’s what you promise when you marry someone. You’re going to tell me that he’s the one who will be there for you for better or for worse?-

-You don’t know our relationship. You just want me in your bed again, begging you to fuck me so that you can boost your ego. To throw me to the side in a month or two while I throw my whole life away for you.-

-Tell me who was there when you had the panic attack last month, who picked you up from uni, whose bed did you fell asleep in until your tears dried. It wasn’t him, it was me. Who did you call to pick you up from the club after you decided to go out and drown yourself in alcohol to forget you had accepted his proposal, who did you call to pick you up so that he wouldn’t see you like that, so your parents wouldn’t see you had been crying all night drunk. It was me.-

-Pedri please stop.- You managed to say while holding in the tears that were fighting to be let out. You felt your throat choke up but you couldn’t cry, not now. This was your best friend’s big day and you had to be here for her. This wasn’t about you.

-You weren’t supposed to fall in love with me. That was the rule, you broke your first promise to me.-

-You fell in love too.-

Before you could say anything else to Pedri, your friend Nuria walked into the dressing room with a line of people following her. She looked startled to see you and Pedri in the room.

-Joder, I’m sorry. Y/N, Pedri, I didn’t know you two were in here.-

You shook your head.

-It’s okay Nuria, I was just waiting for you. Pedri was just leaving, right Pedri?-

Pedri stared at you with a clenched jaw. You had been saved by the bell so to speak. He nodded. -I was just leaving, Nuria. Y/N and I have said everything we needed to say.-

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as he walked out of the room. Please stay, this is not where our storyline ends. Please don’t fall in love with someone else.

You didn’t say a word and just stood there willing him to walk back and beg you one more time. Maybe this time you would leave your insecurities behind and tell him how you felt as well. As you turned back your eyes were met with those of Nuria’s. Your watery eyes told her more than you would. She smiled reassuring you. -You’re doing the right thing, babe.- You smiled back at her. 

You could feel Pedri’s stare on you throughout the whole day. Catching glimpses of each other, both eager for each other’s touch but not daring to get too close. If Jordi saw the two of you together, he would know. 

As the night  neared to an end Pedri walked through the gardens of the venue. He wanted to go in and look for you, ask you to come home with him. One more night, he would beg you. One more night and let me show you that I love you. Let me show you that I am the one, not him. But he knew he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. Not here, not like this. 

As he got closer to the building he heard someone yelling. He turned the corner and saw you standing there while Jordi yelled at you.

-Una puta, es lo que eres.- A whole, that’s what you are. Yelled Jordi at you. Pedri quickly walked towards the two of you. 

-Hey, calm down bro.- He gestured to Jordi trying to avoid looking at you, fighting every urge in his body not to punch him on the face.

-How am I going to calm down? But of course, its you, Pedri. You can have anyone and everyone you want. You don’t have to have your heart broken by a puta like this one.-

Pedri looked over at you with questioning eyes. -I can’t have everyone.- He managed to say to Jordi who was still fuming. -But please calm down, don’t do this to your girlfriend.- Pleaded Pedri to Jordi.

Jordi chuckled. -You want me to calm down? Tell me if you would calm down after hearing that your girlfriend, no wait … your fiancé is in love with someone else. When you walk in on her telling her best friend that every time you make love to her she’s thinking of ese cabron. That she doesn’t want to marry you anymore because she doesn’t love you anymore, because she wants to go off with that other guy. That she would give everything up for him and the only reason she’s still playing along that she will marry me is because she feels bad for me. Tell me you would be calm, cabron.-

Jordi stared at Pedri waiting for an answer. But before Pedri could say anything else, you spoke up.

-Jordi, please stop. This isn’t the time or place. We can talk about it tomorrow, please Jordi.- You pleaded with tears in your eyes. Pedri stood there silent in between the two of you, both physically and metaphorically. 

[zmzebra-writes]

ES Rare Pair Week 2024 Day 1: AU

Title: Late Night Conversations Relationships: Hiiro Amagi/Kohaku Oukawa Summary: Kohaku is out for a late night walk when he runs into Hiiro also unable to sleep on a hot summer night before MDM. They talk about their shared responsibility to their families and their new friends.

Age Shuffle AU Alkakurei is all shuffled up age wise and everyone else is 1 year older aka music era main story takes place a year later in canon. Kohaku is 20 and Hiiro is 19. More information on the AU here.

Kohaku wasn’t sure what he was expecting lurking around at night. Maybe an answer to his troubles. Maybe a reason to stay. After being an idol for the past three years, Kohaku was wondering if it was all worth it. Sure, being free of his prison at home was nice, but did he really deserve this freedom? 

Tsukasa had offered Kohaku a place in Knights, but Kohaku didn’t want that. He had spent his idol life as a solo unit and he wasn’t looking to drag Tsukasa down for his sake. Kohaku was wary enough of Ibara’s plan to use Crazy:B as attack dogs on the rest of ES. Tsukasa couldn’t be involved with the underworld that tainted his very blood. Kohaku knew from the very beginning that the light was never meant for people like him. 

He just had to wait for the climax. This summer would be the final act in the performance of the idol, Kohaku Oukawa. Afterwards, no one would ever consider him to be worthy of freedom. It would be for the best. Come autumn, Kohaku would return to the shadows and take his rightful place as an assassin for the main family. It would be what he deserved after all the trouble he had caused for everyone. 

He turned a corner in the courtyard when he sensed a powerful presence nearby. Kohaku turned quickly towards the source. “Who’s—”

There in a tree sat a young man with curly red hair not unlike another idol Kohaku knew. “Hiiro-han, what are you doing?”

Hiiro looked down at Kohaku from his branch. “Sitting. What are you doing out here?”

Kohaku glanced away. “Enjoying the evening breeze, that’s all.”

Hiiro smiled with a tilt of his head. “... I’m going to miss these conversations with you when this summer is over, Oukawa-senpai.”

Kohaku refocused on Hiiro. “How did— I mean, what makes you say that?”

“After MDM, I plan to return to the village,” explained Hiiro, “My brother is happy and safe here. That’s all I needed to know.”

“That’s right,” said Kohaku, “Your brother mentioned you were in line to be the monarch.”

Hiiro nodded. “It is my duty to lead our people and keep them safe. This includes my younger brother. I couldn’t let him disappear after saying all those things. I worried that he wasn’t in his right mind and left irrationally.”

After all the stories Kohaku heard of the village from Rinne, Kohaku felt like Hiiro was the more irrational of the brothers. 

“Now that I can rest easy knowing my brother has found people to take care of him when I am not there, I must return to my fate.”

Fate. A word Kohaku knew intimately. “If you already know that your brother is safe, why stay? I’m sure the people counting on you would prefer you come home sooner rather than later. What keeps you here?”

Hiiro paused for a moment to think before speaking. “The little ones. Mayoi-kun and Tatsumi-kun. They are relying on me to lead them and save them from being fired.”

“Not Shiratori-han?” teased Kohaku, “He always seems to be close by when I see you around ES.”

“I don’t think it would matter much to Aira if I stayed or left,” said Hiiro, “I was trying to destroy the things he cherishes the most, afterall. The least I can do is protect what I can before returning home.”

With the way he looks at you, I doubt that’s the truth, thought Kohaku.

“What about you?” continued Hiiro, “Will you also be leaving after MDM?”

Kohaku was startled. “Huh?! What gave you that idea?”

“You appear detached from all of us, like you are holding us at arm's length,” said Hiiro, “You also jumped at the implication that I thought you were leaving earlier.”

“W-well, so what? You have nothing to do with me. None of you guys do.” He was not about to let some stranger guilt trip him.

“You’re right.”

“Huh?” Kohaku was expecting a lecture like everyone else in his life.

Hiiro shuffled his position on the tree branch. “I’m not going to judge you for leaving when I plan to do the same. I’m sure you have something important taking you away from here.”

Kohaku thought back home. The cold walls of his room. A gilded cage. He wondered if he would be allowed to do proper missions now that he was older or if they would use this opportunity to hide him away again. “... Yeah. Important.”

Hiiro nodded. “Exactly. We all have our place in the world and people we must return to. We can only run free for so long.

Something about Hiiro’s honest words stirred something in Kohaku. Something he couldn’t name. Something not quite sad, but… not satisfied either.

Hiiro looked away to stare at the sky. “I still have not become used to the lack of stars in the city. Back home, I could tell the time just by the position of the moon to the horizon. Now the buildings hide their path from sight.”

Back home, I could rarely leave to see them at all, thought Kohaku.

“... And yet there is something exciting about it, don’t you agree, Oukawa-senpai?”

Kohaku blinked. He wasn’t expecting that follow up.

“I’d never left the village before this year. It took me months to track down where my brother had ended up,” shared Hiiro, “It was not all pleasant, and at times I wondered if the city had swallowed up my little brother as it threatened to eat me. But I... We both pulled through.”

Hiiro smiled. “Every day is so exciting in the city, a part of me doesn’t want to leave all these people I’ve met behind. You understand, don’t you?”

Kohaku closed his eyes and held back his tongue. To say the truth would be a step too far. He had already walked too close to the edge to chicken out now.

“Hmmm, are you sure you want to leave, Hiiro-han?” Kohaku turned the question back with a twisted smile, “You’re sounding pretty sentimental to me.”

“It’s not a matter of want.” 

And didn’t Kohaku know it. Rinne hadn’t lied about his unfeeling older brother, but Kohaku was starting to think perhaps his younger unit member didn’t have the whole picture. 

“The monarch was born to lead, and lead I must.”

A feeling of a shared burden burned inside Kohaku. Someone who could understand his feelings. Perhaps he would never find someone else to share his feelings with, but still…

“Make sure to stop and say goodbye before leaving, alright?” said Kohaku with a wave, “I don’t want to have to track you down in your village to wrap things up.”

Hiiro nodded. “Umu. I’ll remember to find you before I leave. Will we be able to speak again?”

Kohaku smiled. “Maybe if the hidden moon aligns just right. Good night, Hiiro-han.”

“Good night, Oukawa-senpai.”

For the first time in a long time, Kohaku felt peaceful as he crawled back through the window into his empty dorm room. His heart was racing with conflicting emotions, but for some reason, Kohaku felt like things would be okay. He wondered if Hiiro had something to do with it. He would have to seek out the older Amagi again tomorrow evening in hopes of speaking again.

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - The Dead Chatterbox: Chapter 1

Location: Yumenosaki Rooftop Characters: Hajime & Hitsugi Season: Summer Writer: Akira

TL Note:

In the original script, when Hitsugi switches from NEGI to himself, he uses a male personal pronoun (僕 / boku), however, we don’t have this in English, so I opted to replace it with the last line instead (“...careless boy I am.”). Do note this extra line does not appear in the original.

At this point in time, I do not have information about whether or not “Gatekeeper” is actually a blood relative of Hitsugi, so please note that “uncle” is the loosest sense of the word in English. (If you do have information on this, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll change it!)

< May, the first year ES was established. The rooftop of the Yumenosaki Academy idol school building. >

Hajime: Hmhmm ♪ La la beats, love Ra*bits~...♪

(Ahh, it’s been so peaceful lately~ The sun is out and it’s so nice and warm~ The washing also smells lovely.)

(The school has been pretty quiet ever since ES was built~... It’s so quiet to the point you can even hear the birds chirping.)

(The strongest and most lively people graduated from Yumenosaki, after all. I do like the quiet but it does feel a bit lonely.)

(That’s why I end up humming unconsciously…)

Hmhmm ♪ La la beats…♪

???: SenpaisenPAISENPAI!

Hajime: Whaa!?

(Eh? Huh? What? Who? I didn’t hear any footsteps!)

(Whaa, how embarrassing! He didn’t hear me humming, did he…?)

???: Senpai SENPAI, where are you!? I don’t even know your name yet!

Um, I wanted to thank you, Senpa–

–Tonfa?

Hajime: Tonfa!?

???: Hagya!? Migyo!? Ogyuruppiria!? Gyango!?

Hajime: A-A-A-Are you okaaaay!?

???: …………

Hajime: Uuu, w-w-w-what should I do? That was a big trip but you’re not hurt, are you?

???: “I’m fine.”

“I’m a sturdy girl and I’ve also got luck on my side.”

“I’ll survive no matter what. That’s my fate.”

Hajime: (A-A girl? Hm? Their hair is long too.)

(But I don’t have the right to say anything, either.)

(But they’re wearing a boy’s uniform, right…? A-Are they like Narukami-senpai?)

(Wait, this isn’t the time to be thinking about this! Gosh, I’m still not great at handling unexpected situations…)

U-Umm!

???: …………

Hajime: Are you okay…? Err, I can carry you to the infirmary if you’d like?

???: …………

Hajime: Oh! I’m actually quite strong, although I might not look it…?

???: “Wait. I’ll switch right now.”

Hajime: (“Switch”...?)

???: I thought I was a goneeeeeerr!

Hajime: Hyaaaa!? P-P-P-Please don’t shout all of a sudden!

???: Huh? Ahh, I’m sorry! I don’t really know what’s going on but I’ll apologise! It’s usually my fault in these sorta situations~! What a careless boy I am![*]

Hajime: (B-Boy? Huh? Didn’t they say they were a girl just before?)

???: Hm? I think I’ve seen you somewhere before! You look so cute!

Hajime: Huh? Me? Um, I’m in a unit called “Ra*bits” in the idol cours–

???: Wha~!

Hajime: Wha~!?

???: I’m sorry! My head goes boom and bam when I have to listen to complicated stuff!

Hajime: B-Bam?

???: Yes! My head’s a little broken! Even as we speak, it’s getting more and more that and–

Hajime: What are you talking about…?

???: Wha~!

Hajime: Wha~!?

???: –That’s what it turns into! I’m in such a pickle!

Hajime: I-I see…? Umm, that must be tough…?

???: It’s fine because I’m used to it! My big sister will handle all the important stuff anyway!

Hajime: Big sister…? Umm, do you have a sister in the idol course?

???: Huh? How’d you come to that conclusion? I don’t really know!

Hajime: Huh? Um, that’s because this is the school building for the idol course…? Also, weren’t you searching for someone…?

???: Woah! I guess smart people can tell, huh!

That’s right~ There’s someone I wanna meet…♪

Hajime: D-Do you want to meet your big sister?

???: Nope, that’s not it! I can meet my sister anytime!

Well, I can’t meet her at all at the same time? Huh? I’m getting confused!

Where is this? Who am I…?

Hajime: ……? ……?

U-Umm? If you’re looking for somebody, shall I get someone to call for them over the school intercom?

Err, Nii-cha– I mean, a graduated upperclassman of mine used to be the chairman of the Broadcasting Committee and I’ve helped out a few times.

???: Stop! Don’t talk so much! I can’t understand since I’m stupid!

Hajime: Uuu, umm, I might be… able to find the person… you’re looking for over the school intercom.

???: Ohh, I see! Wow, that’s like magic! I don’t really know anything about magic! But my sister does!

She’s especially good at revolving the deat~!

Hajime: R-Revolving? What?

???: My bad! I meant reviving the dead…! Japanese is hard!

Hajime: Um, you’re not Japanese…?

???: I’m a Japanese person through and through! Both my sister and my dad are too! Too!

Hajime: I see~... Me too – we’re the same ♪

???: Yes! We’re the same so we’re friends!

Oh! I didn’t tell you my name even though we’re friends! I’m a second-year student in the producer course – my name is Hitsugi Kurone!

Hajime: Ohh. Umm, if you’re a second-year student then we’re in the same year. I’m a second-year student in the idol course, Hajime Shino~♪

Hitsugi: Oh! We may be in the same school year but I just enrolled into the school!

Other than the third-year person who saved me, umm, the one I don’t know the name of, we’re all “new students”! In the producer course, anyway!

Hajime: Umm. The only third-year student in the producer course is the only “producer” who enrolled into the school last year…

That’s Anzu Onee-chan, right?

Hitsugi: Huh? Nee-chan? Big sister? You’re the younger brother of that mighty Senpai, Shinohaji-kun!?

Hajime: No one has ever shortened my name like that before… Um, I’m not her real brother but we’re quite close.

Hitsugi: Ohh~! I’ve got a big sister too! We’re the same! Friends~☆

Hajime: Friends…♪ Umm, Kurone-san?

Hitsugi: Oh, call me “Hitsugi”! It confuses things with my sister!

Anyway, ahh~! Whaa~! I forgot what I was going to say!

I remember now! Shinohaji-kun, that Anzu-senpai person? If you know her, could you summon her with your phone or something?

Hajime: Ah, umm, Hitsugi-kun? Hitsugi-san? You were looking for Anzu Onee-chan?

Hitsugi: Yup yup! I wanna meet her!

Hajime: I see~ Hehe, Anzu Onee-chan’s always so popular.

But did you have some sort of business with her?

Hitsugi: I was thinking about how I wanted to grant her wish!

Hajime: Okay…?

Hitsugi: She saved me so I want to grant her wish!

Shinohaji-kun, which do you think she’ll like better? Killing someone or bringing someone back to life?

Hajime: ………?

Hitsugi: My sister’s a “necromancer” so she’s really good at that kinda stuff!

Uncle[∗] “Gatekeeper” even praised her once! Ehe ☆

Hajime: ……? ……? ……?

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[irlbkgs]

T.T, >.<, o.e, & :^* !! with whoever of your choosing <3

wahhh ty!! gonna do lestat, stan and simon my bbygrls

T.T - What show/book/etc from your childhood would you be most excited to show your f/o? What do they think?

for lestat it's definitely hbo's happily ever after (the movie not the show) bc i think he'd unironically get invested and love the whimsy of it and the very obvious lesbian energy from the dwarfelles. it'd be one of those daniel memes but with me (dallas. dallas ze prince has been cursed, dallas! how could zey take away his beauty, mon cher? why must zey punish him so? / dallas. dallas zis owl es so inspirational! ze lyrics, ze use of lightning sound effectz! i must sample zis, dallas! for ze next record, of course.)

for stan he's getting shown crashbox and all grown up. i think crashbox would perfectly appeal to his weird, sometimes offputting sense of humor and the aesthetics are right up his ally. he'd love jumpin johnny jumble and dora schmarmy. with all grown up it'd just remind him a lot of the dynamic him and the losers have <3

and for simon...beyblade metal series ohhhh he'd think it's so dumb and complain about it but when i go to turn it off suddenly it's "no wait i gotta know what gingka's gonna do about ryuga". invested but still pretends he doesn't give af

o.e - What would your f/o’s fursona be? If they’re already an anthro character, what would they look like as a human?

this is such a hard choice omg...

for lestat im thinking possibly a very flashy, rare bird. i don't really know different types but my old english teacher had one that was technically illegal to own in the US but her mother bought it before this law was made so now she just has it and something about that feels so fitting for him. bird that is illegal and flashy, can talk shit and steal from you, but will also pluck out ur enemies eyes. he'd have a very detailed, high end fursuit ofc.

stan would also be a bird for the obvious reasons. maybe a bluejay? or a cardinal? not too uncommon but still very beautiful and loved. uncommon enough where people are still excited when they see em. his fursuit would be hyperrealistic and maybe a bit unsettling but mostly made by himself bc he knows a thing or two about putting together a high quality suit. ben would help with the ventilation and fans part.

for simon the instant thought is opposum, followed by ferret and raccoon. all feel fitting but i think opposum works best. freaky big weirdos who love a good chomp. can be a bit ugly but it adds to the charm. rummages through trash for goods. no fursuit but def has a tail.

>.< - Do you have any xenogender/microlabel headcanons for your f/o?

so for simon id say none bc i think he'd very much be a no labels who gives af do whatever you want forever kinda guy. technically he'd be bisexual but you'd be hard pressed to get him to say anything that wasn't along the lines of "ill take whatevers offered" or something something yeah im a faggot something something and id fuck ur girl something something but he'd also probably have some gender fuckery that could fall under xenogender if he looked into it. i think he'd be fine with literally any pronouns he's just never thought about it and doesn't mind just getting called he/him either.

for stan, no xenogenders or microlabels specifically, its just another thing with fluid sexuality and gender where it's like idk what i am but getting called other pronouns doesn't bother him, he'd be a bit fond of fae pronouns in his teen years i think but idk if it'd stick as he grew and changed identity wise. in terms of sexuality besides being poly and mostly using queer as his label (maybe he'll use bisexual depending on the crowd), i don't rly think he has much going on there.

now lestat is the outlier bc while i don't rly have specific xenogenders picked for him i know there's more pronouns past he/she/they that would appeal to him, he just isn't a fan of ANY pronouns so he mostly uses those 3. in current days i think he'd probably rabbit hole and then come to me like "i will now be using it/xe/heart/etc etc" at like 3 in the morning and then continue on that sorta path for a bit before finally feeling like he's relearned himself a bit. in terms of microlabels, i think his bpd would probably affect how he views his sexuality, so let's chuck hyperromantic in there (not sure if that counts as a microlabel but shrug). he might also consider himself androromantic.

incoming ramble feel free to skip but...

tbh a lot of my f/o's are listed as bi or queer or only using he/him just bc i genuinely do not think they'd care but if they had to choose a label it'd be that one, if that makes sense. a lot of my labels for my f/o's are decided by age (the older they are the more likely they are to use bi over queer or pan), year their media is set in (if it's the 2000s they still might be averse to certain labels, not have heard of them or not had the ability to explore gender) and their general attitude (would they even care about labels to begin with or is it just a fuckfest for them). which is why we have f/o's like adrian (30s, show set in 2022 i believe, would know about social media past facebook and probably use it, positive attitudes towards queerness as a general subject) with the pansexual label vs simon (late 90s to early 2000s setting, in his early 20s, uses fag as an insult but would also kiss a guy) with the queer label bc i think he'd refuse to label himself despite being comfortable in his fluid sexuality but would, realistically, be pansexual. same with him having he/him pronouns bc i just don't think he'd bother exploring other pronouns bc he doesn't have dysphoria, but if somebody were to randomly she/they him he might be like "oh okay i kinda like that". rly the only exception to this rule is demi and trans labels bc i think those are sorta integral to how i read those characters. daryl wouldn't call himself demisexual or demiromantic, but he'd call himself bisexual over any other label. so i label him as bi and slap the demi on bc it's pretty key to the irvixon lore. same with billy who'd never admit to being trans or call himself demi but to me he is and that's lore relevant so i put it down. idk if this system makes any sense to anyone else but what im saying is that the labels in my carrd can be very different to how i ACTUALLY view their gender/sexuality.

:^* - Who would be your f/o’s favorite character from My Little Pony and why? What about yours?

so lestat's is obviously rarity bc that's twin BUT he'd have a mega soft spot for applejack me thinks

stan is very twilight coded but i think that's exactly why she WOULDNT be his fave...i think he'd lean towards pinkie or rainbow (both remind him of richie at times) or fluttershy (who doesn't love her)

and simon is a fluttershy girl idc idc!!!! he thinks fluttershy and discord are cute together too

[wxndswept]

Awaken

"Genug davon. Ich muss direkter sein."

An annoyed huff left Yuuki's mouth. As usual, the deep voice rang in her ears. At this point, she was doing all she could to ignore it over the last few weeks unless it was agonizing enough to give her pain. But it was Moon's gasp that brought attention to this particular line.

"Okay, you can't deny it. I know you heard that this time." Yuuki came to a stop at the edge of the water. "Don't bother Moon, I know you can hear this voice! What is it?!" Turning around, she expected to see the AI projection in front of her, but there was nothing. Time had frozen, much like in the Chasm. "Wait... What is this? Hello?"

When Yuuki turned around, she came face to face with a hooded figure in front of her. How are- gah!!" Clutching her head, she leaned over and whined in pain, struggling to stand up straight. "Is... is this your doing? Who are you?!" The world suddenly flashed before her in a blinding light.

Blinking, Yuuki found herself in what appeared to be Stormterror's Lair. It wasn't quite right, the ruins were lively. It looked like they were still intact. No people were around, but a large white dragon flew overhead. The sight of it shook the woman to her core, a feeling she had felt here before. "Where... are we? Where did that-" The dragon suddenly roared and vanished into wisps of air. The ground shook beneath her, a massive whirlwind forming in front of her. Naturally, Yuuki reached for the Ruin Blade at her side, but it wasn't there. "Damnit, of course! Can I-" Holding out her hand, the Aquilla Favonia could still come to her side. Looking forward, the hooded figure stepped out of the tornado. "Who are you?!" Yuuki cried out, her voice drowned in the whipping wind. All went still again as the figure dropped its cloak. It was Yuuki herself, nearly identical aside from her eye and hair color.

"Ist es nicht offensichtlich?"

"I am you." The words did not come from the woman's mouth, but Yuuki could recognize it as the foreigner speaking to her over the past few weeks. "And you are me. My vessel." The stranger held out her hand, waiting for Yuuki to take it.

"Vessel..." There was something familiar about that word. Did Moon mention it before? Had Yuuki heard it in a dream? Was it something she thought of herself all along, deep inside her? A placeholder for someone else? She shook her head and pointed her blade at the other. "I... I don't know what you mean. I am no one's vessel!"

The other Yuuki smiled as the Ruin Blade fell in her open palm. Silently, she pointed the tip at Yuuki, mirroring her pose. "I think you know the truth already. The knowledge of my wing should have given it to you, no?" The dragon from before could be heard roaring once more as the mirrored Yuuki spoke. "I can see it in your eyes. You know exactly who I am. Who you are." Her lips parted to utter another word silently, one that made Yuuki swallow hard.

"Durnehviir." A heavy sigh left her lips. That name had been in her head for as long as she could remember. It wasn't until recently that it even had any significance. "I don't... I don't understand. Are you trying to like, take over my body or something?"

The other Yuuki, or 'Fanchon', as she believed her to be smiled and shook her head. The woman shifted her position to a combat stance, raising her sword arm. Suddenly, she vanished before Yuuki's eyes, a trick she knew all too well. A moment later, she appeared at her side and swung her sword to strike. Yuuki was ready, quickly moving to block the strike. Her arm tingled with an unfamiliar sensation. Electro energy danced upon the Ruin Blade, but it wasn't what was radiating through her now. She loomed up and locked eyes with her mirror image for a moment.

"I don't..." She faltered as the two stepped away from each other before once again, her mirror warped in for another strike. This time, she gave no warning or pause as a full duel erupted between the two. The heat of battle, clashing of blades, being on the other side of her sword's edge. With each blow, Yuuki found herself understanding more and more. "I..." She ducked beneath her opponent's extended blade. "I think I get what this is." A smile spread across her mouth before she ran in for a strike of her own. "Bring it on, then! Tell, no, show me who you really are, Durnehviir!"

The two fought for what felt like ages. Like the middle of a tornado, the wind whipped around them, dancing with elements spewed from the Ruin Blade. Though Yuuki had only collected two core fragments and had only been able to utilize two elements, the shadow of her was using all seven. What was becoming clear, however, was that Yuuki was the better fighter. She could feel that their fighting styles were similar, if not identical to each other. But the shadow was missing something that Yuuki could pick up on in other fighters, experience. Or maybe her techniques were unrefined, she couldn't tell. The difference in skill allowed her to take advantage of an opening, slashing at the shadow's chest and kicking her away.

"Hmph!" Putting a hand to her chest, the shadow looked over at Yuuki. Clenching her fist and letting out a loud bellow. A whirlwind whipped up around her as she transformed before Yuuki's eyes. The shadow's hair had illuminated a bright green, flowing with bright and intense Anemo energy. More significant were the inhuman features that adorned her body. Notably, the white scales covering her forearms and shins, extending past her hands to even partially cover the Ruin Blade. The sight of it caused something within Yuuki to click.

"So that's it, huh?" She couldn't help but smirk at her opponent's transformation. The sight, the feeling only excited her for some reason. like she was reaching something new or seeing the future. "You'd have me learn by example, then?" She swung her sword to beckon the other. "Come on!" This time she struck first, initiating another clash of blades.

She held out as long as she could, but Yuuki knew that this time, she was outmatched. Her shadow had overpowered her, and the Ruin Blade knocked her away to the edge of the area. Panting heavily, Yuiki got to one knee, propping herself upright with her sword as a gloved hand was gently placed on her shoulder. She didn't have to look up to know who it was. The warming comfort was all she needed to reignite her spirit.

"It's alright, I'm okay." Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight, alone once more. "And... thank you. I won't run away anymore. I know who I am." Clenching her free hand into a fist, she held it to her heart as the wind around her subsided. An eerie silence fell over the area before bursts of wind erupted from Yuuki. She swiped her hand down to her side as a pair of white draconic spread out from her back. Glittering with the same white scales as her opponent, they weren't the only changes she had undergone. Much like the shadow before her, her hair had turned from its normal blue to an ashen gray. Yuuki couldn't see, but her eyes had turned green, a brighter hue compared to when she used the Ruin Blade's power.

"You are not Durnehviir. I am." The wind around her intensified as the shadow howled and warped close for a strike. Instead of dodging or weaving around the blow, Yuuki met her blade with full force. Again and again, the two clashed, and with each blow, Yuuki could feel herself regaining the upper hand. "I am the reincarnation of the Anemo dragon Sovereign, Fanchon! But!" She swung her sword to accentuate her words as her opponent jumped at her. "I am still Tsukino Yuuki, Adventurer and explorer, daughter of a Shogunate general!" If she was honest, she had no idea why she was saying this, much less aloud. "I decide my future, not you, not Eitri, or anyone else!" With her wings spread out, she leaped at the shadow with a final cry and clash.

Yuuki landed on her feet, sticking the tip of her sword into the ground to keep her balance. The wings at her back disappeared into Anemo energy as the shadow fell to the ground behind her, dissipating in the same way. Looking up at the sky, Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief as the air calmed down again. A gentle breeze blew through the air as her vision darkened, carrying the same voice from earlier, though in a much softer tone.

"Danke, kleiner. Breite deine flügel aus und fliege."

Blinking a few times, Yuuki found herself in Fontaine once more, standing where she was before she blacked out. She looked down at her hand as the projection of Moon moved closer to her. The AI smiled when they locked eyes, a real smile compared to the many sparky or sarcastic ones that came before.

Her voice was quiet and gentle as she spoke. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Yuuki nodded quietly. "Good. So..."

"Eitri." Yuuki blurted out the word without thinking, to which Moon could only raise her eyebrows in surprise. "I mean, uh... I think that's your name. I wanted to th-" Moon held up a hand. "What?"

"I prefer Moon." She spoke simply, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. "I'm glad to see you back to your old self, my master."

Yuuki picked up the Ruin Blade and walked over to the nearby pool of water. Humming to herself as she looked at her reflection in the water.

"Old self? I wouldn't say that. I feel like I'm... new?" She ran a hand through her hair with a smile. "I like it."