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Life merch is here,

Ridiculous pre-order game on my part.

@apatchworkstar I've got your cd :P

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thank you and goodbye, yuno

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a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

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<3

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So you heard my pitch, and now I'm curious about yours -- if you were in charge of Fuuta Fanservice (mvs or merch or anything) what would be your plan :3

See the previous response.

In general, I think they should make merch of the second chorus of Undercover. They have merch for the first, so why not? And they have merch of T3 Muu and Kotoko, so they have no excuse at this point.

Other than that, maybe give him more suits with an undone collar and/or sweep his bangs up. And of course go the bro tank way. Anything that makes him look more rugged (because his T2 sprite is his best look).

Or… you know about the justice scales in his first commission art?

Justice is blind.

(I wish I'd saved the drawing in sketch stage. That one was pretty cute and normal.)

Okay, but I have to ask why Fuuta fans collectively decided that he looks so good beaten and tied up.

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Kotoko-ass ask but. Can you beat Fuuta up for me. Please

Gladly!

I was going to draw something, but a quick writing idea came up...

Remember Domino Effect? Let's make it worse.

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(cw: canon-typical violence, suffocation, harm to children)

Kotoko examined her meticulously annotated map of the prison. Amane would make preparations in her cell before visiting Fuuta, so the best time to strike would be when she was alone.

However, Amane’s neighbors were two of the toughest prisoners. If they heard any sign of violence, it would draw their ire.

Fuuta’s cell, on the other hand, was the most isolated, what with Yuno going out to visit Mahiru and Muu doing so for Haruka.

Attacking them both could end unpredictably, but what if Kotoko got Fuuta out of the way first?

For a moment, she wondered if this would amount to double jeopardy. She had already doled out punishment to this man. But had he really learned his lesson? The warden had forgiven him this time around, but if he now answered to a repeat offender, who was to say he had changed at all?

So that was that. Kotoko would strike him first, so that her true target would arrive all alone.

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Fuuta straightened the stack of books on the floor once more. He wasn’t going to get his room in perfect order in time for the visit, but something was better than nothing.

The door opened slowly. He checked the clock. Didn’t he have another ten minutes to prepare? Was this a test? Had he already failed?

To his surprise, the figure that approached was taller than he was. He quickly figured out who it was once his good eye settled.

“Ah, Kotoko. What brings you here? Do you wish to be saved? Would you like to-”

She wrapped a hand around his throat and swung her knee into his gut. His still-broken ribs screamed in protest. If only the internal noise could reach outside.

As he crumpled in Kotoko’s grasp, she shifted her arms to a chokehold.

Was this it? Was he going to die here? After everything he had done to be saved? After the warden pardoned him and Amane offered him salvation? 

“Kajiyama Fuuta. The warden may have reversed their verdict, but I know a criminal is not so easily changed. And yet, my judgment is not for you today.”

Not for him? Then why was she squeezing all the oxygen out of him?

“There exists a much more pressing threat. For now, you are only a means to an end.”

A much more- wait, was she talking about Amane? If she knew why the warden had condemned him in the first place, she would know that attacking Amane was a one-way ticket to hell.

Kotoko loosened her grip for a moment, just enough for him to catch another breath. But it wasn’t enough for him to scream or even voice his objections. He clawed at her arms, but she held fast.

And a vicious cycle began. She was letting him breathe just enough to survive. No more.

Stars swam in and out of his vision. His hands fell by his sides. 

Finally, the cell opened again. He had never been so distraught to see Amane.

“Yuzuriha Kotoko, what are you doing here? What are you doing to my disc-”

Kotoko dropped Fuuta unceremoniously and rushed at her new target. As Fuuta hit the ground, a new wave of pain washed over him.

But it wasn’t enough to knock him out.All he could do was watch helplessly as this beast unleashed its wrath on this poor girl who only wanted to save people.

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Random 1am thought: In that LCSYS/OoA crossover, how do the producers make sure Amane doesn't "die"?

I could imagine it all panning out like my curtain call responses, haha. "We're going to kill Fuuta." "No, you will not."

Ah, this was so fun to think about! There are a few painful references to her family (as to be expected), but this came out overall sweeter than I expected :’) 

Amane sat peacefully at the head of the conference table and looked between the debating adults, nodding along with the different arguments, very glad that she was invited to this meeting discussing whether or not she should be killed. 

Though not really a life or death decision, she didn’t think children were allowed to be involved in such important choices. She’d never gotten a say in any of her family affairs, or the events at her school – it was wholly surprising when Jackalope had escorted her to the meeting room and asked her to speak in front of everyone. The main project team was there, as well as the prisoners who were asked to sit quietly and listen.

She knew for a fact none of them would follow such a rule, but at least they looked like they’d try for her sake.

Jackalope began the meeting by explaining his reasoning for all the plans, all of which felt sound to Amane. He gestured to her, and all eyes fell upon her seat. She stood. 

She could tell this decision wasn’t entirely up to her; Jackalope was mostly ensuring she wasn’t going to come back and sue them if faking her own death would cause any lasting trauma. 

That wasn’t of concern to her – she had bigger plans for this meeting. She inhaled deeply. She spoke as eloquently as she could manage with her nerves.

“I honestly did not give much thought to my preferences before today. Real or fake, the time of our own death is something that is chosen for us. Of course I would never want it, but I would never argue with the appointed time. But… I do wonder about the others. The script made sense for me, but hasn’t Haruka grown too much to do something like that? Hasn’t Fuuta changed so much that this is only cutting his story short?” She swallowed hard. “I… I don’t want it to sound vain, like I’m only trying to save myself. But, do we really need anyone to die?”

Jackalope offered an apologetic smile to her, then the room. “Unfortunately, we do.”

“Like hell you do!” 

Well, that didn’t take long. 

Fuuta shifted in his seat, fists clenching atop the table. “She’s right. Haruka would never do those things. The two of them are just kids – you can’t just kill them off like it’s nothing.”

“It’s not ‘like nothing.’ I’ve designed the perfect psychological experiment, and it requires we explore dark paths like this.”

“It doesn’t require shit, you’re just saying that!”

“Kajiyama, I have already explained the delicate thematic balances!”

“I’ll show you who’s a delicate –!”

Amane shot him a look across the room. He returned the expression, but clamped his mouth shut.

Jackalope folded his hands. “I assure you, the proper weight and care will go into every aspect of this. We’ve thought long and hard about the natural progression of things.”

“Are you certain?” Shidou asked. “I don’t think any of us would let Haruka out of our sights after he did something like that. And you say Kajiyama-kun would succumb to his injuries early in the hiatus, but I doubt I’d let that happen with the time and resources provided. Perhaps we could collaborate on your research.”

Though Jackalope was offended that his research would be called into question, the team appeared to sway the more they discussed. Amane lost track of their back-and-forth, preoccupied with keeping her tongue held. She wanted nothing more than to scold Shidou for being so arrogant. Such a bold claim that he could definitely fix any unknown injury was taking things too far. However, if he was saying it in defense of keeping Fuuta alive, and it was working, she didn’t want to distract anyone. 

She focused instead on the next thing she wanted to say. Her parents had taught the importance of a compromise during an argument. Jackalope noticed her change in expression, and reluctantly called the table to silence.

“Yes?”

“I believe this will make a nice agreement,” she announced. She’d been taught that the perfect recipe to prove you were worthy of something you wanted was to sacrifice something very dear to you. “It would be more realistic for Fuuta-san and Haruka-san to survive. I will still die this trial, and you can handle it however dramatically you wish.”

The room seemed less thrilled about the compromise than she would have thought, erupting into heated chatter. 

“Alright, alright!” Jackalope’s professional tone was beginning to crack in his annoyance. “Will you all shut up for a second?”

When the room finally settled, Mahiru spoke. So much for sitting quietly, Amane thought, grateful that none of them had sat quietly. 

“Why don’t you take some time to think about it?” Mahiru’s smile was as warm as always. “I agree with Amane-chan’s original statement – I don’t think anyone needs to die. People change. The project can, too.”

“Tch, people don’t change.” Jackalope gathered up his papers, freely showing his annoyance. “And if they do, they’re getting worse. If you all were capable of change so easily, don’t you think you wouldn’t be here in the first place? Haven’t you been paying attention to this whole project? You all might have made some new friends, but it’s not like you’re all changed people.” He marched to the door.  “I have another meeting, so we’ll wrap this up now. I’ll let you know my final decision by tomorrow.”

Amane sank back into her seat, even as the room grew loud around her. She thought being here was too good to be true, and it was. If anything, she’d doomed the others further. 

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“Hey!”

“Just hold still.”

“I am – ow!” 

Jackalope crept through the hall, following the Amane’s angry cries.

“Kajiyana Fuuta, it’s not too late – I will kill you.”

In a project like this, it was important to observe his participants in every situation. It was especially effective if they didn’t know he was there. He’d done it plenty of times, and it always yielded incredible results. It wasn’t creepy; it was simply good business. 

He peered around the corner into one of the facility’s break rooms, careful to stay in shadow.

Amane swung her legs from atop the counter while Fuuta scrambled around her with paper towels. He tried to wipe down her bloody knee. A first aid kit lay open beside the two.

“Be careful…”

“Maybe if you were more careful, you wouldn’t have fucking asphalt in your leg!”

“It was just a little game outside! I’m sure you’ve tripped in the road before.”

He clicked his tongue at her in lieu of replying. 

From the beginning, Jackalope had known this particular experiment was designed perfectly. The pieces fell into place better than all those that came before it. He could practically picture the way it would play out in perfect, horrifying, beautiful paths. So when had it become something unrecognizable to him?

Once Fuuta got most of the blood cleaned off, he moved to the first aid kit to pick through bandages. Amane leaned close, supervising. 

“Just a small one.”

“You need a big one for a scrape like that.”

“I told you, you were only allowed to do this if it was a small one.”

“No, the deal was that I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“And we both know you can’t keep a secret, so can you at least use a small one?”

“What do you mean? I swore I wouldn’t tell, now let me cover it.”

“Pinky swear.”

“I’m a grown-ass man, I’m not gonna pinkie swear.”

Amane’s pinkie hung in the air between them. She scooted away as Fuuta tried to place the large bandage across her knee. Her pinkie poked in his face.

“Fine! Cross my heart and all that shit. Happy?”

“Yes.”

Jackalope retreated around the corner. He rubbed a hand down his face. He hated being wrong. Worst of all, he hated when his participants – nobodys who would have ended up in jail, or tormented, or dead without his intervention – were right. 

Well, that was exactly it, wasn’t it? People don’t change, and these participants wouldn’t have changed, if it weren’t for some grand force of good working in their lives. Special connections that wouldn’t have happened naturally. 

They were so lucky to have him in charge of their fates, weren’t they? 

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Haruka kidnapping Fuuta

(Order of Attack, I mean.)

Oooh, this was so interesting! I think Mahiru was so used to going with the flow, and didn’t seem to be moving around that much, that I didn’t see a lot of thoughts about her wheelchair specific struggles – but I 100% think Fuuta would experience wheelchair-grabbing violations… (Tw for that and brief mention of suicidal thoughts)

“Fuuta-san? C-can I, um, tell you something, alone? M-maybe back in my cell?”

Haruka looked between him, and where Amane and Mahiru sat around the wheelchair. His gaze was intense and pleading, but Fuuta huffed in reply.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of them. I don’t have time for little kid drama like this.” He hoped the nonchalance could paint Haruka as the scared one of the situation.

Throughout the whole trial, not even Amane had caught on to his fixation over how many people were in a room at a time. Aside from the nights, which left him panicked and alert regardless, Fuuta made sure no less than three people gathered in a room at any given time. It was entirely logical – after all, they had very compelling evidence that two people weren’t enough to call for help if trouble arose. It was doubly true now that Fuuta couldn’t work his own wheelchair with a broken arm. Also, he still didn’t know who he could trust. Kotoko was the obvious danger, but some of the others were too unpredictable for him to comfortably sit alone with. Mikoto had been having those outbursts, and he didn’t like the jealousy in Muu’s eyes after verdicts were announced. 

However logical it was, the others would certainly label it melodrama if they knew the way his heart rate skyrocketed when there were too few people around. When questioned, he always gave a short, “it’s nothing.” 

So, even at the heartfelt request, he kept his words short and prayed the others kept their attention on Haruka.

The boy’s face fell. “O-oh, that’s okay. Um, another time, then.” He bowed his head and slipped out the door.

Mahiru poked Fuuta where she knew there were no bandages, shooting him a look. “You should let him talk to you! It sounded like a big deal.”

“Eh? But I tried! I didn’t think he’d just leave, jeez…”

“Next time –”

“Yeah, yeah, next time.” 

When the next time arrived, Kazui and Amane were the ones unknowingly maintaining the room’s safety for Fuuta. They were each involved in their own activities in the common room, but simply having them nearby was enough.

“Um! Is now a good time to-to talk?” 

Haruka’s voice strained even more. His eyes appeared even more wild. It unsettled Fuuta, but also meant he had no choice but to honor Mahiru’s request if things were already this bad.

“I mean, if you really need to, we could –"

“Great!” Without another word, he’d grabbed the back of the chair and was whisking Fuuta out into the hall.

“Hey!” He looked frantically over his shoulder, but Amane looked just as peaceful as always. He wanted to call out to her, but what could he say? He’d either admit he sounded like a panicked child, or need to insist it was nothing.

Even when he did get control of his voice, snapping a quick, “oi, wait a second!” it was too late. The panopticon rushed past him. He’d missed his window and was completely isolated.

The boy dragged him into the darkened cell, leaving him in the center of the floor.

His voice was tinged with the same hysteria in his eyes. “I just, well, I need to do something drastic. You’ll understand. I know that-that you’ll understand. I p-promise this will be quick.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fuuta’s mind raced as fast as his pulse. “Something drastic?” 

“It’ll be quick…”

Fuuta craned his gaze backwards to see Haruka close and latch the door. He immediately regretted the motion, pulling something tight in his chest and shortening his breath. He spun back to gasp a raspy inhale.

“The Warden won’t p-pay attention to us unless someone gets hurt,” Haruka continued from behind. “They’ll only pay attention if – if someone dies.”

His footsteps approached. Fuuta grasped at his chest. As soon as he got his breath back, he’d cry out – but would anyone hear him? How much time would he have, before…?

“That’s why… I have to do this.”

Fuuta used to feel strong. He used to feel in charge, in control. He could go about his day feeling capable, and safe, and not think twice about who was in the room with him. He could talk when he wanted, walk where he wanted.

Now, he could only sit here, in a murderer’s room, unable to speak up as he circled around the wheelchair.

Haruka smiled. “No one will m-miss me, anyways.”

Fuuta blinked. He finally managed a shaky, “you?”

A knock on the door made both of them flinch. Muu’s voice came muffled from the other end. “Haruka-kun? Are you in there? I thought we were going to play a game.”

“Y-yeah!” Then, whispering, “ah. We can, um, talk another time.”

He went to answer the door, leaving Fuuta to hang his head. All his muscles untensed – he’d surely pulled more than his chest in his panic. And what shameful panic it was, worrying about himself, when this never had anything to do with him. 

It seemed he’d failed at being a hero in more ways than one.

On their way back to the common room, while Fuuta was contemplating the best person to confide the news to, Haruka apologized. “S-sorry for bothering you.”

Fuuta was glad he couldn’t see the expression that crossed over his face. “It was nothing.”

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Real talk the reason I'm so pressed about Life and Yuno's final verdict is because it does hit on a lot of the anxieties around womanhood I've had since a young age. Anxieties around how womanhood is defined on a societal level and the expectations around it. How easy be stripped of respect if you don't adhere to what the presentation of your gender should look like. Something heavily influenced by racial biases. There's something incredibly visceral about the imagery in Life that fully encapsulates the horrors of conceiving and bringing into the world a new life that just hits differently for me as someone who can conceive children and is expected to at a point.

So I'm definitely not playing around about it or playing up my discomfort as some gotcha I am actually uncomfortable about this to the point that I can't even rewatch the song like that. Maybe somewhere down the line I'll be able to but at this moment it really makes me self-conscious. I am literally here like this about it. And feeling a certain way about a bunch of people telling Kazui it's okay for him not to have kids and no one really telling Yuno that. Like gonna keep it one hundred on that one. That's some nonsense. I guess the audience has told her that with their verdict this entire time and the same things said to Kazui can be extended to her but as many know it is difficult to rationalize one's way out of discomfort.

And I'm not about to beat myself up for being uncomfortable with something that does impact me in my everyday life.

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legally blonde mahiru... cause like. finding validation thruogh achievement and not from love ehe

also following her ex to a college is smth she'd do 100%

SO TRUE!! When I sat down to watch the musical with my sister last summer I got wicked emotional about Mappi during What You Want, so I wrote some snapshot scenes incorporating those lyrics here :3 (And I added some indulgent au headcanons for the overall story at the end hehe)

“Law school?” Mahiru’s coworker raised her eyebrows. She finished wrapping a bouquet and added it to the finished ones. Though she spoke politely, Mahiru wasn’t stupid. Doubt lurked just beneath the surface of the carefully-asked questions. “That’s a pretty big change, huh? And for some boy?”

“Not ‘for some boy’ – Love! I’m doing this for love.” There was a big difference. She didn’t know why so many people didn’t understand. The actual feeling was something much bigger than either of the individuals involved. “And love will see me through.”

They worked at a florist’s, after all; their whole livelihood relied on love. They’d seen its power firsthand, through the successful dates and reunions that blossom into marriages, funeral arrangements for spouses devoted past lifetimes, apology gifts after turning one’s life around, and promise arrangements with the desire to do so. The shop had taken countless requests from clients hoping to shape their bouquet into something perfectly suited to their lover. Why couldn’t she do that very same work of molding to perfection?

Yes, there was no more righteous reason to do anything. She smiled to herself. “Yes, with love on my side, Mahiru can't lose~ They can't refuse a love so pure and true.” 

“Well, they can…” The other woman returned her smile with a nervous one. It was alright that she was a bit pessimistic. Most people were, but it only made the truly devoted couples stand out even brighter against the crowd. 

Mahiru picked up her own finished bouquet, taking a deep inhale of the fragrance. She giggled. “Oh come on, don't lawyers feel love too?”

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“Miss Shiina. This is a very flashy presentation, but I still don't see one reason to admit you.”

She thought there were plenty of good reasons on the resume in the man’s hands, each one framed on the shimmery, sunflower-bordered stationary. Her personal essay and video essay had just as much flair, but if he was still reluctant to accept those, she did have one last ace up her sleeve. Honesty was the best policy – that’s what all the relationship columns and wellness blogs she followed always said. She took a deep breath.

“How about love?”

“Ah.” His eyes flicked down at her personal essay, placing the resume down beside it. He must have been recalling her beautifully eloquent recounting of her relationship. She could still feel the thrill of writing it all down, of laying out the events and gestures, the fights and reunions, the hopes and dreams. It was all there, a perfect record of the meaning of life, and the meaning of her future. “The thing is –”

“You ever been in love?”

He paused, caught off-guard by the question. Mahiru recognized the look on his face. He had indeed. 

She went on, “because if you have, you'll know that love never accepts a defeat.” She thought of the many times she and her boyfriend had fought, or cancelled on each other, or even tried to break up. She’d always been able to reach back out, take hold of him, and save both of them from losing each other. “There’s no challenge it can't meet, no place it cannot go.”

“I admit, that’s a very nice sentiment, but we’re all adults here. I can tell you –”

Mahiru reached across the table to take his hands. “Don't say no to a woman in love!”

“Miss Shiina.” He yanked his hands back, entirely unamused by her sudden bout of excitement. 

Had she overdone it again? Why did people think she was so crazy for this? It was only natural – only admirable – to put your whole self into a relationship you’re passionate about. She bowed her head. Her voice returned to its most earnest, sounding hushed and hopeful.

“Don't laugh when I say love. Don't think that I'm naive.” She’d heard that enough in her lifetime. She hadn’t let it stop her before, and she sure as hell wouldn’t let it stop her now. “Even a person who's smart can listen to their heart. They can listen and believe.”

“I… I see.” And he did. His eyes moved over her submissions again – full of passion and character and joy. Didn’t the world need a little more of that? Didn’t it need a lot more of that?

Even before she spoke, she could see that something had changed. She’d won him over. “So believe in what love can achieve~”

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Au thoughts! I wasn’t able to feature everyone but I got a few of the cast here :3

Mahiru is bubbly and girly and enjoys her hobbies of literature/cosmetology/flowers – the major difference between her and Elle is that even while her positivity can immediately charm people, she doesn’t have as many close friends/family to support her. She really clings to her boyfriend, always obsessing over and returning to the relationship no matter what.

They have a rocky relationship that he finally decides to end for good. He says he needs to meet someone serious, and find some fulfillment in his life instead of going in depressive circles with her – he’ll accomplish all this by attending the famous Milgram School of Law (lol)

She, of course, takes this as an invitation to join him. She throws everything else away, pouring herself into this new personality and lifestyle for love. As someone already committed to her studies and good with language (as a literature major) she succeeds in getting in. “What, like it’s hard~?”

Once there, she’s horrified to find her boyfriend associating with another law student – one Kotoko Yuzuriha who’s the very image of “someone serious” he was looking for. (I don’t know if either of them would want to get romantically involved, but they definitely get close enough to cause a lot of jealousy.) Kotoko looks down on Mahiru’s lighthearted attitude in the face of the weighty cases they dealt with in class, and constantly one-ups her with her strength and toughness.

She also meets law-prodigy Es, and the two become close friends and study buddies. Es takes the time to listen to Mahiru’s story and loving and losing her boyfriend, feeling responsible but not quite sure how. As they understand her situation more, they manage to get Mahiru to believe she doesn’t need to do all this for some guy – she can live for herself. She gets the legal internship, and starts working with the others.

Meanwhile, Mahiru is meeting with her hairdresser, Kazui. He had a rough breakup in the past (his own fault, but still), and fears he’ll never be able to find that same sort of romance again, even as he’s crushing on the cute delivery guy (Mikoto. Shidou?) Mahiru helps him return to Hinako’s house to make amends and get some closure, then imparts her bending and snapping wisdom upon him to get his man 👏

Which brings her to the big case. Their team is defending Yuno Kashiki on an impossible murder trial. She begs Mahiru not to tell her alibi – that she was with a client on her private job. She felt real warmth with him, and doesn’t want to implicate him in both her work and the trial. Mahiru agrees in the name of protecting their love, much to the rest of the lawyers’ dismay.

(If anyone would fit the Callahan role it would be Jackalope lol, but I feel like we don’t even need that plotline since her themes are a bit different than the dumb-blonde ones.)

Callahan plot or not, Mahiru gets discouraged about the whole thing as everyone loses faith in her for not revealing Yuno’s secret. Other students at the school are caught whispering about her, calling her crazy, clingy, too emotional, selfish, and some even saying she’s a stalker for still keeping tabs on her boyfriend. She’s ready to leave the whole university and career behind when Kotoko stops her. She tells Mahiru that she was wrong about her, and encourages her to stick to her guns. And so, (after a Muu-focused rendition of Lesbian or European,) Mahiru is able to use her “girly” interests to catch the real criminal.

She graduates at the top of her class, finding fulfillment through this job of helping others and confidence in herself and her own interests. She’s content not to get back with her boyfriend (though, maybe over the years of working together, she and Kotoko end up spending some extra time together…) 

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If you don't have the time to watch all of Moral Orel and want to know why this isn't a particularly difficult choice for me as it shouldn't be. Just watch this but heads Revisiting Alone | Final Nail in the Coffin is 29:05s and manages to highlight why I don't consider Yuno's case something deserving of judgment or scrutiny by others. Like I think a lot of my opinions can be explained by I was watching this from the age of ten until it was done and it was a favorite of mine I stayed up to watch this show. But warning this discusses sa, csa, and self-harm for those that do not want to deal with topics such as those at this moment. Yet all things relevant to this particular thing. Just saying.

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you cannot headcanon your way out of overt thematic structures on which the entire narrative is built

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Gonna admit something and stick with me for a second. Overall the reason i wasn't particularly interested in the cast doing something outside of murder and why I only theorized under the idea that they had directly and purposely killed someone- Is because I tend to like stuff better when it's a tad difficult. I can forgive individuals really easily but I draw the line at specific actions. Even if I can forgive the individual at the end of the day there are some acts that I do find unforgivable.

So seeing where my line was with murder specifically was something that engaged me more so than what do I personally think people should be allowed to do with their own lives. Because that second thing is simply not business and not something I would judge someone for. Because I am not them. I can not tell them how to live their lives or judge them for how they did if they are not doing so in a way that directly and purposely negatively impacts others.

Since that outcome would have been boring to me I did not humor it. That isn't a difficult moral quandary to me. I'm not going to send someone to jail for simply living in ways that I don't find correct myself. That's stupid I'm not wasting my time with something like that. I don't think people's lives should be scrutinized and politicized in that way. So, the impact is lost when that gets put on the table for me because it's not a challenge.

It's not compelling. It's not even something I feel the need to think that heavily on. It's like that person doesn't need to be here and they should just work there issues with themselves out on their own time. Even if I can understand why it was done that way. It's just a thing of personal preference. It just gets so easy that I get bored which is why the prisoners actually being murderers cold blooded killers mattered to me as much as it did.

Because anything else just feels mundane. I'll just go well I have actual real life issues and you are fictional- You are not paying me to be your therapist. I am not going to do that. Which could be the point of misleading the audience into believing a crime was committed here because if everyone did know this from the start they wouldn't have engaged in such a serious manner.

But still it's very fair for people to be disappointed by this turn of events especially if they have to deal with the politicization of these issues in their everyday lives already. Such is the case with what Yuno's story chooses to highlight.

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Split verdict

It looks like the wardens weren't sure how to vote me...

28 votes. 14 guilty, 14 innocent.

Beans will come up with a tiebreaker poll shortly. Try to be more decisive about me next time.

(Sorry about the disappearance. I partook in a strike for Palestine on main and forgot to reblog the post to my side blogs... So really, all my posting for the last few days was Palestine resources on main.)

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Milgram Fatal AMV wip save me-

SAVE ME; through making me look forward to Milgram ending so I have more footage to make this sick as hell. Then be kind and let me finish making you.

Volume warning this is loud.

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One of the most underrated songs in the whole show

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there is love in this story. even in its most brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. because of everything.