#(mainly this is me pointing out various little moments between them)

[henrioo]

I saw you were asking for a request so here I go.

Can I get a Luffy X Reader, where they both met their future selves and are surprised and flustered that they end up together.

Thank you for your time,I love your writing.

✦ ── Me? I am you!: Monkey D. Luffy

Relationships: Luffy x Gn!Reader, 40!Luffy x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: A day on an island looking for a gift for your captain shouldn't be too much, until you run into... Luffy?

Warnings: Older man flirting with younger person (he's just confused), cuteness, future versions

Word Count: 1,8k

Notes: Reader neutral as always! I think it got a little too quick in the conversation between the versions but I didn't want to drag out any weird or too scientific conversations. I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes and for the delay

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• ────── ✦ ────── •

Sunny was nestled close to mountains whose only path was a dense uninhabitable forest. The sun was shining brightly but the various clouds in the sky prevented the heat from being unbearable. You weren't guarding the ship and had collected enough money from the latest robberies from sailors along the way. You had the perfect outfit and all the groceries for the long day you were going to have.

To sum it all up, you had the perfect day planned and you were acting on your plans! Why all this? It was simple, finding a unique and perfect gift so you could confess to your crush and crewmate, none other than Luffy, your captain!

You've been sailing with the crew for a long time, even though you've been apart for two years, so you weren't strangers to any of them. You formed beautiful bonds of friendship with everyone, you trusted them with your life and they did the same... But with your captain things developed a little differently than with your other colleagues.

You had a huge admiration for Luffy, a sense of wanting to repay the favor he did by saving your life and inviting you into the crew. Every moment you had together was you desperately trying to impress him and prove yourself worthy of his mercy, initially it might not even be healthy, but as the weeks went by your feelings also changed drastically.

What was admiration became affection, what was a desire to be the least became a desire to be the only one. You stopped seeing Luffy as a distant captain and started seeing him as your friend, as someone who was there for you in every situation. You didn't notice for a long time that little by little your gestures were changing, that your eyes had more love, that your smiles were warmer, that that friendship you cultivated was slowly becoming love.

Losing Luffy was hard, but it was losing that made you realize that you loved him, that you wanted to be his companion not in a platonic way, but in a romantic way, you wanted to be his only one. Time passed and when you were able to meet again it was like a bomb changed places with your heart, the first few days you stuttered nervously and blushed at any action Luffy had with you, whether it was a touch or a hug, you looked like a version of Sanji when you saw a beautiful lady.

You needed a few months to calm down and get your head on straight, by now all the crew members should have known you were in love, but they were probably pretending that they weren't for your comfort. It took a while mainly because of the events after your reunion, but now you've had some peace and you've decided it's time to come clean to Luffy and confess!

Of course, you were still afraid of rejection, but at that point you just wanted to be able to love the man without hiding anything, whether or not he would reciprocate was the lesser of two concerns. You walked around the market looking at all the possible stores, you wanted to find a gift for Luffy and thus take advantage of the gap to confess your feelings, the problem at hand was what to give Luffy.

Clothes were useless, he walked half naked more than with them… Weapons also didn't seem useful to his style, food he would get every day from the cook… You walked up and down not sure what to do and much less what to give to the captain. What could be to your liking? Maybe you should buy something more symbolic? Or just more generic and casual? Her head was already beginning to ache from searching and finding nothing.

You continued walking lost in your thoughts until you bumped into something firm. You looked up to see a tall man and just excused yourself about to make your way through the shops until he grabbed your wrist.

"License..."you asked confused.

"Y/n!" He chuckled and for a moment you were sure you were hearing Luffy laugh... But that was impossible.

You looked back at the man, he had not too long wild hair and a short beard, a scar under his eye and a dazzling smile… But why did that gentleman look like Luffy?

"Lu- What?!" You screamed in fright as you were lifted off the ground and picked up in a bridal "Let go of me! You pervert!" You screamed and struggled but the rubber arms wrapped around you and kept squeezing you tightly, how could this man have the same powers as Luffy?!

"Y/n! You said we were going to explore together! Why did you disappear?!" He said staring at you with a sad pout exactly the same way your captain did…

"What the fuck… Luffy?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Of course it's me" he laughed like you were crazy, then for a moment he stopped and stared at you "Hey, y/n… Why are you so small?"

"Hey! Put me down!" You yelled again as he started walking towards the forest.

"No!" He whined "You said you'd explore with me!"

"No! You idiot! I'm not your y/n!" You screamed helplessly.

"What do you mean? Of course you're my y/n!" He smiled "Isn't it?" He also seemed to change his mind quickly.

"You really didn't notice?!" you yelled angrily.

"Hm…. You look the same to me" he laughed and got closer to your face "Same smell…" he put his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply making your whole body shiver and get hot, you were sure your face should be as red as a tomato.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Did you hear… Luffy scream?

Quickly you turned to find your captain standing there with a hateful glare at the scene in front of him.

"Hands off y/n!" He yelled angrily and started to prepare for a strike, until the other Luffy, the older one, turned around and faced him.

And they continued to stare at each other for… two minutes?

"Say something!" You yelled angrily.

"Oh how cool I have a beard!" Luffy chuckled staring at the man.

The adult simply widened his eyes in shock and quickly put you on the ground, he looked around desperately as if looking for something.

"Hey boy, that shouldn't have happened… It's not like that guy had an akuma in himself" he scratched the back of his head guiltily "Oh, sorry y/n" he glared at you nervously "I didn't realize you weren't my y/n, y/n, I mean, technically you're my y/n because I'm Luffy… But I'm not the Luffy of now so you're not mine now? Ah, how complicated" he mumbled confused and sad.

"That's right! Y/n is not yours! It's mine!" Your Luffy squealed in annoyance and wrapped his arms around you, hanging on like a koala while wearing an irritated look…was he jealous?

"Luffy, it's not like that!" You tried to say something but realized it didn't make sense and fell silent for a moment to regain your composure "Luffy… He… He's you"

"Ahn? What do you mean? I'm me!" He said looking at you confused.

"Yes I know, but he's you… From the future, I think" you looked at the adult curiously.

"Hm… I've always been so smart, haven't I?" You heard what sounded like his voice, but more mature coming closer.

Then when you looked up a fourth figure joined you, the person was… You?!

It was exactly you, same shade of hair and eyes, but you were grown up and much cooler! You wore chic, stylish clothes and had a determined, confident look. His adult self smiled and approached Luffy who then smiled like a child getting a present. He took you in his arms and spun around several times, then when he stopped he started kissing your face several times until he finished with a big kiss on the mouth.

You stared at it all with wide eyes and cheeks burning, you didn't even have the courage to look at Luffy who had his head on his shoulder and was still squeezing you against him.

"Lu! Don't do this in front of them" you laughed embarrassed "They haven't gotten to that part yet"

"Hmmmm" Luffy grumbled irritably like a puppy "I know, you almost freaked out when I hugged you!"

"Yes" you laughed "I used to be so shy" you said with some nostalgia "Oh, I think we owe an explanation, don't we?" You looked down at yourself and smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah… maybe" you said nervously and without looking away from your Luffy.

"You see, there was this man who swore he was an akuma no mi user, we didn't believe him because he couldn't do anything, it turns out that when we woke up we were here" you said still in Luffy's lap without seeming bothered "It seems he can transport some people to the past or future, this would be a problem if this akuma didn't have a major defect, the user of the akuma is transported along with it"

"Does that mean you can go back to your timeline?" You said understanding the story line.

"That's right! I already found him and left him in the forest, I just needed to come get the big guy" you smiled and pulled one of Luffy's cheeks "So pretend this never happened ok?" You winked.

"Okay…" you said without much reaction.

Soon the adults said goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the forest, Luffy is still squeezing you and you were starting to get very nervous because he hadn't said anything for a long time.

"Hey, y/n" he finally spoke, he was still staring at the spot where the other two left.

"Yes… Luffy?"

"Why can they kiss and we can't?" He turned to face you and you nearly fainted.

"Because they're a Luffy couple…" you explained nervously.

"But they're us, aren't they?"

"They are…"

"So that technically means we're a couple too" he smiled.

"Yeah… well… I don't know if that's how it works… you know? They love each other and everything… I…" you started to stutter nervously.

"But I love you too!" He protested with a pout.

"Not like that Luffy! They love each other differently, it's not the same as loving the crew" you tried to argue.

"But I want to kiss you! And I don't want to kiss anyone else on the crew! Ace said we only kiss our boyfriends!" He said again.

"Do you want kiss me?" You asked breathlessly.

"I want…" he admitted with some embarrassment.

"You know… I want to kiss you too Luffy…"

You turned shyly to see his gaze filling with joy and love, your heart beat faster as you got emotional, the way he looked at you was as if he could do anything for you.

"You know… Captain… If you really want to kiss me, you need to take me on a date first… How about that? I promise I'll explain everything about being lovers" you offered.

"Yes! And then you're going to kiss me!" He chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah… I will" you said completely in love.

[randoimago]

Watching the Sunset Together

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Rolan

Type of Request: NPC Winter Event Thingy

Note(s): I literally saw this post earlier today and decided I wanted to write drabbles/oneshots (whatever I have inspo with at the time) for various characters. Except I wanted to specifically do it for NPC's.

Since this is so very last minute, I'm only really seeing what NPC's you guys want to see stuff for and if I think it fits (or if I vibe with the NPC) then I'll choose which of these days to write for them. I went with Rolan for number 1 because I love him dearly and this idea came very easily to me.

If there was one thing Rolan could say he loved about Ramazith's Tower, it would be the view. Standing outside the tower and looking down at the city below him, seeing how small everything looks from this height, it really puts things into perspective. Not only that, but seeing the ocean of the docks in the distance and watching the sun begin its descent over the water gave him a sense of calm, of peace.

"Well, it was peaceful," Rolan says aloud, an amused smile on his face when he hears the noise of the portal behind him.

He half expects it to be one of his siblings, mainly Lia, wanting to try one of the "weird Wizard things" in the tower. When he glances back, there's a pleasantly surprised look in his eyes as he sees you.

"And what brings you here? Was my illusion downstairs still no fun?" He asks, smiling a bit as he remembers the conversation you've both had about his little illusion and how you grew bored with making faces at it due to not getting a reaction. He had told you that his siblings say the same thing.

"Not quite, it just doesn't have the same smugness you do," you reply and Rolan rolls his eyes playfully before stepping aside on the balcony so you can join him if you want. He just barely suppresses the happy smile when you do stand next to him. Rolan makes sure his damned tail is coiled around his leg so it doesn't go to yours.

"Oh? Then what brought about this visit?" He inquires, a tad curious as he tries to not be too hopeful about whatever reason you might have.

"Just decided to visit and see how you're holding up," you answer and he suppresses the contented purr that wants to pop up. You've heard his purr before and teased him for being exactly like a cat, to which he defended himself profusely before pouting. The laughter that escaped your lips afterwards almost made him purr again, not that he'd admit it.

"Busy. I've had to deal with a lot of Lorroakan's former associates. Some of them being very happy that the place is under new management while others, not so much." Rolan noticed the concerned look on your face and he gave you a teasing smile. "What? You don't think I can handle myself by now?"

"Considering what a piece of work that bastard was, you can't blame me for being worried about what his friends might be like."

"Aw, you're worried about me?" He teases more and chuckles happily when you playfully shove him in response. In the past, he might've been insulted that you worried, but now it makes his heart beat a bit faster.

"Seems you enjoy me worrying, judging by your purring." His chuckling stops momentarily as he makes a face when he realizes that at some point he did, in fact, start purring at the banter between you two. A scoff escapes him and he rolls his eyes when you start laughing this time. His "annoyance" fades easily as he takes in your happy features and how they're accented from the rays of the setting sun in the background. He has to look away to glance back out to the cityscape, glad that his skin is already red enough to hide any blushing he might be doing.

"Things have been rather peaceful lately," Rolan says, changing the subject. "It's nice being able to finally relax after everything and just look at the sunset."

He hears a contemplative hum from you and he glances over for a moment, your eyes locked on him.

"The view is rather lovely," you agree softly and he feels his heart thrum faster. A slow smile crawls onto his lips before his eyes move back to the sunset, as do yours. He's glad you don't mention his tail that has wrapped around your leg gently as he stands a tad closer to you, his eyes glancing back to you for a moment more.

"That it is."

[affiesque]

So, after surviving a crappy year, I decided my reward would be yet another rewatch of Desire Catcher. I know this fandom is kinda tiny, but I always enjoy reading other people’s random thoughts and observations so I thought I’d throw mine out there too.

There are, of course, a bunch of different crime-related plot lines in the show, but this is basically going to just be me yelling about Luo Fei and Lu Fengping, seeing as I remain obsessed with them. I’m always up for discussing these two nerds in love, so feel free to tag me or message me (*waves to @thinkonce-acttwice!*). I’m at about the halfway point now, so I’ll post again once I finish the rest of the episodes.

Overall, I really like Desire Catcher - the various bits of plot don’t quite come together in the end, but for me it’s more about the relationships and themes of revenge, regret, and forgiveness. So, lots of angst, which I’m always a big fan of, and which I suppose says something about me…

Luo Fei! Light of my life, the silent, broody, lone wolf cop - ACAB, of course, but he’s firmly in sad (not-so-little) man territory, which is catnip to me. Plus he has a collection of black leather jackets - need I say more?

Lu Fengping! Other light of my life - Luo Fei’s future boyfriend, I mean consulting hypnotist, the more outgoing, “quirky” one. He’s always in light colors, dashing around with a lollipop in his mouth (I know there's a cute connection with his mom about them, but that aside, “oral fixation vibes” anyone?), teasing everyone around him - contrasted with Luo Fei’s dark colors, grim expressions, and workaholic nature. Though it’s interesting that as the show goes on it becomes clear that some of Lu Fengping’s affectations are really a mask he puts on to hide his pain (yay, angst!).

Their first real meeting happens over a meal; it’s dark, it’s raining, there’s thunder in the distance - foreboding and romantic all at once. There’s definitely a teasing/flirty vibe there, though Luo Fei seems wary of Lu Fengping - in fairness, Lu Fengping is sort of using him for info on his mom’s murder case, though it gets a lot more complicated than that as time goes on.

While there’s a lot of emphasis on their differences (e.g., dark vs. light), it’s interesting to note how similar Luo Fei and Lu Fengping actually are, even if they don’t see it yet. For example, Luo Fei has trance-like visions as he imagines what happened at a crime scene, much like how Lu Fengping sort of walks around in someone’s mind/memories when he’s hypnotizing them.

So I know this is mainly about the boyfriends, but I want to say that I love all the other members of the investigation team too, especially Liang Yin - definitely not a fan of the “woman suffers for man pain” thing, but they do give her a couple of moments of reclaiming her agency, which I liked.

Luo Fei and Lu Fengping kind of dance around the whole I-know-you-know-more-about-my-mom’s-death thing for most of the first half of the show, at least until it all comes out when Lu Fengping hypnotizes Luo Fei (and WTF suggesting that Zhang Yu - you were supposed to be the show’s moral compass!). Like I get that by this point they’re becoming closer, feeling more open to each other, but still - you’re just rooting around in his brain without permission, my guy. Yikes.

I’m a big fan of parallels and I think we get a pretty significant one here between Luo Fei/Lu Fengping and the story of the relationship between Xiao Xifeng and Tu Liansheng. While you could certainly read it as just two longtime friends, the flashback scenes of them raising the abandoned kid together certainly give off a “couple-y” vibe. Given that the show can’t come right out and say anyone is actually gay/queer, to me it’s a way of floating the idea out there and letting people draw their own conclusions.

Speaking of reading into things, I had to go there and look up the various books shown strewn around Lu Fengping’s apartment. There were two romance novels (“Crimes of the Heart” by Allie Harrison and “Yesterday’s Bride” by Charlotte Walker), another female-centric novel (“Things to Make and Mend” by Ruth Thomas), a financial memoir (“The Age of Turbulence” by Alan Greenspan), and, my personal fav, some gay French shit (“Remembrance of Things Past” by Marcel Proust). Kind of an odd combo of things, but there are some bits that do seem to fit with the themes of the show - lots of misunderstandings, mistakes, not wanting to lose the people close to you. The Greenspan book is more of an outlier, but it does have the theme of “the invisible hand” - it’s mainly an economic term, but you could extrapolate it more generally to people acting on instinct, rather than in a calculated way, sort of like how Lu Fengping’s mom acts to save Liang Yin, setting off a chain of events (kind of a stretch, though). And I guess I don’t have to say much about the Proust - feels like the kind of book you’d use as shorthand for “some gay stuff is happening here, folks.” Plus, the book deals with memory and how people can perceive the same thing in totally different ways, which seems relevant to the mom’s death story line.

Getting back to the gay stuff, there were definitely a few things that made me 👀. First, when Lu Fengping says “no problem” a little too forcefully when Luo Fei tells him to wait outside while he changes - like, “don’t worry, bro, I totally don’t want to see you naked, nope, not at all, hahaha” (combine that with his comment “You don’t like men? Haha, neither do I!” in a later episode to Liang Yin - feels like he’s protesting a bit much). Second, they’re always kind of flirty with each other, even if it’s subtle. There just seems to be a bit of subtext in a line like “You’re in a pretty unique situation” when Luo Fei sees Lu Fengping facedown on the floor at one point, not to mention the looks they give each other when Lu Fengping ends up stumbling to his knees in front of Luo Fei (and you can’t tell me that that was a totally accidental push on the part of Lu Fengping’s mentor - he totally ships them too, IMHO). Third, you can’t overlook the jealousy that rears its head when Luo Fei sees Lu Fengping getting flirty with the (eventually evil) nurse, or when he thinks Lu Fengping brought a girl home to his apartment. Fourth, there are several bits of convo that play around with subtext and seem aimed at the audience with a wink and a nudge. For example, there’s the bit in the car where Lu Fengping brings up marriage (sure, it’s in reference to a different character, but Luo Fei has a justifiable WTF reaction), asks if Luo Fei has a girlfriend, and basically tries to set him up with a female client of his (who, it should be noted, sounds suspiciously like Lu Fengping himself - “very outgoing; your personalities complement each other very well”) in the span of about 10 seconds. Luo Fei gives him his best “bitch, please” look and ditches him - I’m with you on this one, boo. Then there’s a weird bit of dialogue when they’re searching a suspect’s very neat and orderly apartment - Lu Fengping says “A man living by himself can keep a place like this clean. He wouldn’t be that thing…” - long pause, pointed look at Luo Fei - “OCD or something like that?” The audience knows at this point that Luo Fei’s apartment is just as well-kept, and there seems to be an implication that Lu Fengping is actually referring to the stereotype of gay men being very neat. And how could I not mention the fight scene in the gym - beyond the groping, grunting, and full-body contact of their grappling session, the looks they give each other afterward, the small smiles when the other isn’t looking, Lu Fengping thanking Luo Fei for bringing flowers to his mom’s grave - it’s a lot.

DATE NIGHT! (Sorry, I just get really excited about this part.) So here we have Mr. Uptight, known-to-not-drink-with-his co-workers-ever Luo Fei agreeing to go out with Lu Fengping after work and proceeding to get shitfaced (or does he…? He seems suspiciously sober after Lu Fengping puts him to bed and leaves the room). It’s tropey (drunken piggyback ride), it’s sweet (Lu Fengping tearing up when he sees he’s been added to the work group chat), it’s typical man shit (drinking instead of talking about feelings). They’re both just so tender and raw right under the surface and it makes me slightly feral, ngl. Also, the bit with Luo Fei’s parents there in the morning - I love how Lu Fengping immediately charms them and how they rush off like, “oops, sorry son, didn’t realize you brought a 'friend' home - we didn’t mean to interrupt!” And, of course, Liang Yin’s knowing smile when she sees them show up to work together the next morning; at this point in the show I’m not sure there’s any character who doesn’t ship it…

On a sad note, poor Xiao Liu - all he wanted was for his boss Luo Fei to be proud of him. Sure, he fucked up a couple of times, but he still didn’t deserve to get stabbed to death like that, nor just become another brick in the wall of Luo Fei’s “man pain.” (Also, WTF Luo Fei - do not throw papers at your subordinates - not cool, bro.) I’m probably reading too much into things, but there was kind of an undercurrent of Xiao Liu having a little bit of a crush on Luo Fei - he seemed so sad that Luo Fei had drinks with Lu Fengping almost immediately after meeting him, while Xiao Liu had been waiting to do that with Luo Fei for years. Interesting to note too that Xiao Liu also favored lighter-colored clothing, much like Lu Fengping (more of the light vs. dark trope).

Alright, well, this got away from me a bit… Looking forward to the second half of DC and all that delicious angst. 🖤

[rollerskatinglizard]

hey!! I've read a few of your Motorcity fics and I love them, but I have no idea if I'd be interested in the source material! would you be kind enough to give an overview of the things you like (and dislike, maybe!) about the show, so I can give it a try? :O

Ahaha ohhhh boy XD

This is a very reasonable and canny request! In response I will do my best to be... measured and rational... about this show, instead of ranting about all my pet peeves.

tldr: it's a fun show with some excellent highlights, so long as you don't expect too much.

Motorcity has a ton of really fun characters that you can get your teeth into, the hero and villains are EXCELLENT, and the implied worldbuilding is very cool (from the flying buildings in Deluxe to the spore/mushroom-based weapons of the Terras). It's got a great art style, very dynamic and colorful with gorgeous backgrounds. The shots of the darkness of Motorcity with the little blue stars scattered across the ceiling, holes in the Deluxe dome, are atmospheric and stunning. The music is good and so is the humor - most episodes have several moments that make me snicker aloud.

As far as the show's problems, well... the racism and ableism is (or at least was in 2012), I think, fairly standard kid's cartoon stuff. It's also mainly contained in the Terras, who are American Indian ripoffs with (spoilers) facial mutations (which get revealed at the exact point where they stop hiding their villainy. REAL classy, writers). The part I have most trouble with is the writing, which is spotty in quality. Some episodes are great! But others have bad pacing, or a disjunction between the setup and the payoff of an episode, the problem and the solution, which I find grating.

But! Watch any episode with the Duke of Detroit and tell me he's not the most delightful villain, oh my god. He's voiced by the lead singer of Twisted Sister, I believe, and flamboyant, dramatic, and hilarious to watch. Mike's backstory is extremely tasty, Julie's double life and relationship with (and similarities to) Kane is juicy, and there are way more excellent female characters than I would've expected in a show intended for boys! Claire has a lot more to her than initially shows, and her relationship with Julie actually gets an episode of its own! And Tennie is great, I adore her.

If you want to test the show out, consider watching the first episode and the last two, (if that won't keep you from watching the rest of the show, that is!) because the finale is quite good!

And if for some reason you want more detailed opinions from me on various episodes, check my tag "episode rewatch"! XD

Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed attempting to answer it, haha.

[good-beans]

Tsumi's ask game: 2, 3, 4, 6 for Fuuta and Mappi!

Woo thank you so much :3 I promise I didn't go overboard but there were still a bunch so they're under the cut

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

This first one, hands down. Of course I love all frames of my little skrunkly (especially in his little knights outfit :3) but this moment in particular gave me chills. I could write a whole essay on how well Bring it On shows the melding of imagination/reality in a way that isn’t infantilizing. It’s not like a little kid getting carried away thinking of their fake stories, this happens to everyone – this has happened to me. Between the glitching and the beat in the music, this really gut-punched me with the feeling of letting yourself get carried away. Shoutout to the second one because it’s epic and I edited a lockscreen with it for a while. (extra shoutout to when he wipes the blood off his face ough I love that one too)

3. favorite non-mv official illustration?

the pv shot who said that. Lmao I actually really liked the 3rd anniversary art! It really captured that shit eating grin, and somehow maintains the perfect balance of making him look genuinely creepy/intimidating and still like a loser asdfsdf. In general he just looks real good in it :3 I know it’s like three tiny panels but I also love his Clock Over Orquestra look ;-;

4. favorite minigram episode/moment?

THERE’S SO MANY LOL I think it has to be the pause of silence as Amane makes fun of his height, but I’m so obsessed with the starry-eyed panel when he’s watching Yuno do cat’s cradle ;---; (eng versions from thinkin-bout-milgram)

6. favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

In general it’s Yuno, but a lot of that is from my own analysis/brainrot/fic writing 😭 I will never shut up about how his initial impression of violence was revealed to be in her defense, rather than his own aggression!!! They’re very similar and where they’re not, they’re complimentary. They are so special to me. If we’re talking mainly canon, it’s definitely him and Amane :’) Some parts are healthy and healing, some parts are fucking them both up more, but it’s all very fun and interesting. 

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

You’re making me choose??? You’re making me choose only one frame of my beautiful beautiful wife????

Seriously though, this one. I know it may be cliche as her Classic Frame but for someone who really relates to her “out of control” emotions and toxic positivity habits, it really hit hard!! It puts you in her victim's shoes, but still in the mindscape, and is just so unsettling and sad ;-;

3. favorite non-mv official illustration?

Definitely her birthday art! She’s so beautiful and happy in it <3 I love the dress, love the cake, love the flowers, it’s perfect! I enjoy her various anniversary art, but it always makes me sad seeing them try and paint her as creepy. I get it, but the whole point of her character is that there’s nothing literally creepy/mean about her ;--; (Referring to my previous answer, that's how you make her creepy. You put the viewer in her victim's shoes and make her just as cheery as always.)

4. favorite minigram episode/moment?

Her “I bet I could” because she Could!!! I believe in her 😤 It was such a cute minigram overall but after so much canon content of her struggling to keep up with what society/others expect of her I loved seeing her have some confidence in herself, even if it was silly :3 Ahh I also love her keeping up with Kotoko at jumprope! She may be small but she can keep up with the best of ‘em 💪

6. favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

Also Yuno lol! I love how much they care for each other, especially now that Yuno has been looking after her in T2 ;-; In general they make such a cool parallel – they both have crimes related to a partnership with a man, both pay attention to the picture-perfect ideal of a woman that society expects, but are complete opposites regarding honesty/masks. My secret little favorite is Fuuta, but once again that’s really all from headcanoned interactions and parallels 😅

[lesbianneopolitan]

Someone asked me about Spicecream on Twitter, more specifically if I had a narrative in my head for them, a start point, the end of V8, etc, etc So I rambled, and I’m gonna copy-paste: I have ideas here and there that pop up whenever I think of the ship, perhaps messily-ordered inside my head, but when it comes to when it would've started, I know for sure I make it to be when Cinder infiltrated Beacon as a student of Haven.

We don't see Neo as a student much, but I like to think that (her job aside) she also spent time with Cinder, Emerald and Mercury as a team, as fake as they were.

So, there's Neo, loving the idea of messing around in the Academy even if at first, working alongside Cinder and having her company was something she didn't like much.

But it's funny to mess around with Cinder a little, she takes it as a game as intimidating as the other woman wants to appear, so they both eventually fall for the mutual exchange of sassy remarks and it ends up evolving into sexual tension.

The both of them think of it as a game, something that is simply temporal and fueled by lust rather than any deeper feelings, but romantic attraction starts to develop even if they're feelings that they both deny and shut up about.

To Cinder, it may be because of pride or not wanting to fall for a pawn, for Neo it's because she couldn't believe she could feel romantic attraction for another person.

Until this point the only meaningful relationship she had was with Roman as her bestie, someone that she actually tried experimenting with, but anything touching romantic or sexual boundaries with him didn't feel right, what finally pushed Neo to come out of the closet.

And after that, she didn't manage to bond with any woman aside of having one-night stands for various reasons. It didn't help she's a complicated person on her own and she finds it hard to bond deeply with others, but slowly and suddenly, she starts feeling something for the woman she has been messing with.

None of them confess, and then Beacon falls and Roman dies.

Their reunion in Mistral wasn't exactly great, but once Neo's convinced to target Ruby instead, her mind and heart is less clouded to realize she's in front of that woman that made her feel things last time.

With her recent loss, the attempt of burying her feelings for this long, or the fact she would almost dependently (and subconsciously) cling onto Cinder now that she's almost all she has at the moment, turns their bitter re-encounter into a night of something a bit more 'passionate'.

It helps Cinder vent out her frustrations, and same for Neo.

Neo opens up slightly with Cinder because they have to travel together, and it's almost nostalgic to see how their relationship still feels close to what they had at Beacon.

'Opens up' in the way that she offers Cinder to get the new outfits together- hell, they get the materials and craft their own outfits because they both know how to sew, then they set off to get to Atlas.

None of these bitches confess still, mainly because Cinder's too focused in getting the Maiden powers and the Relics, so her mood swings get in the way at times, the same way Neo's thirst for revenge makes her impatient on their goal at times.

But at least they have each other for now, for those rare moments of free time in which they can touch intimacy to relieve all the tension they build up, and as much as the current situation makes things even more complicated for the both of them, in-between all the rough moments lacking any softer feelings there are moments of vulnerability for the both of them too.

...Neo's impatience pushes her to blackmail Cinder, though. A mistake out of impulse that leads things to what we've seen in V8.

Now, I actually have two timelines for Spicecream in my head, one in which Cinder does betray Neo, in which Neo has one of the most angsty moments of her life when getting to the island because, hell! That felt like if a train crashed her a million times.

The woman she (actually) loved decided to completely get rid of her because of a time she blackmailed her, and she didn't even manage to kill Ruby. The loneliness eats her like a black hole, and she snaps.

Whatever happens next in V9.

In the other timeline, Cinder is actually a bit more influenced by the buried feelings for Neo, and instead of betraying her, Neo successfully pushes Ruby onto the void, but keeps the rest of relics to give them back to Cinder after.

Ruby will (unknowingly) be a problem later for them (probably).

In this timeline, Cinder obviously keeps working for Salem, and while Neo thinks that for the time being her job there is done (having getting rid of Ruby), the somewhat tight grip of working for Salem has Cinder convincing Neo to keep being there with her.

Specially after Emerald left and Mercury's sent off to Vacuo.

There's a hole here I didn't think about yet, but I also have in mind a really far plot in which after getting rid of Salem, Cinder removed the Grimm arm, she starts living with Neo, and things look brighter for them.

I'm sure I'm missing a lot, but this is how it's like living in my head at the moment, I guess xD

Extra plot points:

I can imagine Neo hated seeing how 'enslaved' Cinder is to Salem btw, seeing how much she valued her own freedom after killing her parents.

Spicecream arc of Neo helping Cinder achieve true freedom, breaking the own shackles that tie her to Salem.

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I listened to Elis James and John Robins on the Comedian’s Comedian podcast, as I somewhat recently passed the point in their radio show when they recorded it. It was a really good episode, even by the standards of that podcast, which are high. Very little messing around with basic explanations of stuff that we could find on their Wikipedia pages anyway, they jump straight in with analysis.

I cut out a few clips as I was listening. I meant to write a paragraph or so about each of them. I am coming back here after finishing the post to say I ended up writing a lot more than that. This one gets out of hand. It mainly stays on the topic of the podcast episode and the radio show, occasionally veers off into some personal stories of my own, makes tenuous connections between the two. That's what's below the cut that I'm adding because not everyone needs to be subjected to that.

I particularly liked this one, from the very beginning:

First of all, Elis James definitely has met another person who will start a radio episode by sighing and just saying whatever's actually in their mind instead of trying for slick broadcasting. Elis knows him very well, the mother of his children is frequently recording lines to put in that other broadcaster's shows. However, there is the key difference that Daniel Kitson's doing that on an obscure radio station (well, two obscure radio stations as he used to do Triple R in Melbourne, but hasn't for a long time, so I mainly mean Resonance FM in London) that doesn't pay him any money, while John Robins is doing it on a commercial radio station that was presumably a significant source of his income and is definitely the main source of his career success. It's definitely more a risk to try in that context.

Anyway, I'd like to put the above clip next to this one:

I'm now three years into following this radio show/listening to various podcasts and other things they've done alongside it, trying to go mostly in chronological order, and I would say they do this in one form or another approximately every six months. Just explicitly state the status dynamic between them, which is that Elis is more successful but John is funnier, this creates a couple of sources of mild tension that can be funny to listen to and give them something to play into as a double act, but it also balances out enough so their entire relationship isn't going to implode like Jon Richardson and Russell Howard. It's always a bit weird when they actually say that out loud, comedians aren't really supposed to tell us what level of status they've decided to assign themselves/each other for any given moment.

Elis James frequently says John Robins is a better comedian than him, which also a bit weird because it's the sort of thing you'd say as a joke, but he never sounds like he's joking, and it's... I mean, I was going to say it's objectively true, I guess it can't be given how subjective comedy is, but it is pretty clear cut. And it seems to genuinely not bother Elis James, which I used to think was odd, but I guess it makes sense. I've been teammates with people whom I know are better athletes than me, and we can still be friends, and if anyone asks who's better I can be honest about that. It sure would make that easier if I also somehow won more medals than they did (to continue the somewhat stretched analogy of Elis James having more TV work so that balances the scales), though sports tend to be more of a meritocracy than arts so that doesn't really happen.

There's also truth in the thing John said about how one of them has to come up with content for the radio show - they're on the same official footing, co-hosts rather than calling anyone a sidekick or whatever, but the vast majority of the funniest stuff gets said by John, and more than that, John drives most of the discussions. He usually comes in with more features and stuff prepared, he establishes a lot of the running jokes and keeps them going, he's the one who will lead most of their offshoots into weird little sketches and characters. His timing is incredible sometimes, every once in a while he'll have an episode where he's got Lee Mack levels of being able to jump on everything that gets said almost immediately and be funny every time. He seems like he can decide, pretty much based on how he's feeling at the moment but possibly also based on a sense for how much potential something has, whether to wrap up a thread in one incisive sentence or to draw it out. And it's almost always John making that decision (if it isn't the producer telling them to get on with it, that is, but it's rarely Elis' decision). Sometimes I can hear John work out the comedic potential in something they're talking about before Elis does, and Elis will start to move on but John will bring it back and guide him toward it, and eventually manage to push Elis into whatever joke John had figure out would be funny but only if Elis said it.

Having said that, and this is a tangent but discussing whether Elis James is funny just made me think of it, I've been wanting to give him credit for something. At some episode sometime in 2016, Elis James was telling a story about someone he admired, and the story was about something fairly serious, and at the end of it, John asked "Is he a laugh?", which was quite a funny thing to say in the context, it's annoying me that I can't remember the exact story but it was something like that. And it was funny to hear John be so efficiently dismissive of the sort of weird story. But later in the episode, John told one of his stories about one of those vaguely depressing things he does, like obsessively do his taxes four months in advance or drink rum alone at 2 AM and get sad while watching Queen documentaries - one of those types of stories - and at the end of it, Elis asked "Are you a laugh?" And after that, for several months, Elis James brought that back the exactly perfect number of times. I don't know how he did it, how he got it so perfect every time. He didn't drop it for long enough for regular listeners to forget that he'd made this a running joke, so it would lose its power as a callback. But he didn't say it often enough for it to start to get overused and less funny (not that those guys would ever try to milk more from one bit than it should be expected to bear... but of course we're all on email). There is such a small sweet spot, such little room for error in the frequency with which you can bring back a joke and not fall into either of those traps, and he got it perfect every time. Every time he'd said it, I'd have a moment of surprise because he'd left it just barely past the point at which it had been long enough since I'd heard it for it to get really funny again, and every time, I'd take a moment to admire his timing. He kept it going for quite a while, occasionally responding to John's depressing anecdotes from his own life with "Are you a laugh?" So, well done to Elis James, he can be funny too. Also, I mean, obviously he is regularly quite funny on the radio show, just not as funny as John Robins. It's fine, most people aren't as funny as John Robins. I'm not as good at underhook setups as my friend I hung out with the other night, but it's fine, we manage to get on with our lives.

Anyway, that was only very tenuously related to the topic of this post, let me see if I can find my way back. John Robins and Elis James having an odd balance of tensions created by John being funnier but Elis being more successful. I'm not sure that's as true now as it was in early 2014 to early 2017, which covers the period of radio episodes I've heard so far. At that time, Elis had recently had major roles in two sitcoms (Crims and Josh). He'd had one Welsh-language stand-up special released on the BBC and I think was working on recording another one. He'd done some panel show spots, more than John I think. I think he's started on his BBC television travel show with Miles Jupp. He'd gone to Europe to do TV and radio things about the Welsh football team. John Robins, meanwhile, had released the audio from a couple of his stand-up shows himself on Bandcamp, had been on Mock the Week twice and one of those times was a fucking disaster, a couple appearances on As Yet Untitled, and I think he occasionally got on things like The News Quiz but less often than Elis James did. I think he had a pretty good stand-up career going by then, but it hadn't really translated to other stuff. And John complained at times that he didn't get as many reviews and publicity as his stand-up profile deserved, though it's hard to tell if that's true or just his bias. He had a job for a while doing TV warm-up gigs, but then he got fired for what sounds like a combination of drinking too much and being too harsh for the "keep it light" atmosphere. The disparity between his profile and Elis' was probably for two main reasons: 1) Elis has the significant USP of being one of the only comedians who's fluent in the Welsh language so that gets him some stuff, and 2) the reasons outlined in that second audio clip about John having pissed everyone off.

I think their positions are different these days, though. I'm into the March 2017 episodes right now, in a few months John Robins is going to win a Perrier Award, so he can't keep complaining about not having a significant enough stand-up profile after that. That turned into a Netflix special, a significantly bigger deal than Elis' Welsh-language BBC iPlayer special. And then in 2018 he hosts a panel show, which I have downloaded but haven't watched yet, I'll wait until I get there chronologically. To be honest I'm slightly dreading getting there because I have a feeling it might be terrible. I don't think it was hugely successful because I'd never heard of it before I started looking up John Robins things this year, and I went really deep down the panel show rabbit hole in the last few years, I watched some quite obscure ones but never came across this. It also only lasted one season. But still, he hosted a panel show on Dave. That's a TV career.

And now, obviously, he's on Taskmaster. And seems to be playing large rooms in his latest stand-up tour. A tour that I'd assumed would get filmed for another TV special, though he's mentioned recently that he's planning to put it on Bandcamp like his earlier shows, and I do appreciate him keeping it real for us despite now being a Taskmaster star with a huge tour (as much as this shouldn't make sense because there can be visual humour in stand-up, I tend to prefer audio-only stand-up that's usually closer to how it actually sounded in the room, over filmed versions that get more edits). On the other hand, Elis had a TV series about Welsh comedy a few years ago. A podcast with some football players. I've just looked it up and apparently he hosts a football-based TV show on Sky, so that's nice. But the gap in TV-based success has probably closed.

But that discussion they had in that second audio clip - about John Robins not getting stuff because he's (rightly and justifiably) reaping the consequences of being a dick with a substance abuse problem, and Elis James valiantly taking on the role of Robins Apologist - that really nails, for me, what I enjoy so much about their dynamic. I think that my favourite dynamic. I fucking love anywhere where two people get that one going. That dynamic that's summed up by this post htat I remember from ages ago and have somehow just managed to find because Tumblr's terrible search function decided to work for me today:

It was about a year ago that I had the extremely clever idea of adding that Taskmaster screenshot to that other person's text post, but I maintain that it's hilarious. Guy Montgomery and David Correos were so much fun because of this. At the time, I considered instead using a screenshot from Taskmaster UK season 5, with the speech bubble pointing at Mark Watson looking at Nish Kumar. There are so many example of two people whose comedy show interactions have been hilarious because they're based on one person making terrible decisions and the other person looking at them like "I'd follow him to hell and back but I wish he'd just stop going there." And not always a him, it doesn't have to be a him! Danielle Ward and Margaret Cabourn-Smith had some good "I'd follow her to hell and back but I wish she'd just stop going there" energy on Do the Right Thing (with Danielle Ward, of course, in the Correos/Kumar/Robins position).

I'm sure I realized until right now, as I write this, how much this might be my favourite dynamic in comedy because it also characterizes my favourite relationships in my own life. And I am genuinely not sure whether that's a me thing or whether most people can slot most of their relationships into one where someone's the David and someone's the Guy, in terms of who keeps driving things to hell and who follows out of loyalty but also apologizes. When I was in high school, and also for most of my twenties, my nickname among my friends was "loose cannon" because when they were trying to be careful and diplomatic in the political battles within the increasingly high levels that we reached in the sporting world, I was the person who once yelled at my coach in a hallway because I was so angry at the way he treated the athletes, and had a letter in my coaching file by age 22 that accused me of not caring about common courtesy. A letter from a coach who refused to work with me anymore because I was insufficiently courteous, so my best friend had to liaise with him on everything while asking me to please not upset more people and further alienate our team. And I have wonderful friends who tell other people that I don't hate them, really, I just seem standoffish because I'm shy, and later on they tell me that I really need to work on my poker face/ability to be around people I hate without making it incredibly obvious that I hate them. In addition to being genuinely shy. When we tried to get someone from my team elected to the provincial board, we knew from the beginning that 1) I would do all the actual work for both the election campaign and, if successful, the role itself, because I know and care the most about the issues and am good at admin stuff, and 2) I could not be the candidate because I hate most people and everyone I hate knows I hate them because I have no diplomacy skills.

Though I do also have one friend who coaches a team in another city and he knows he can call me pretty much any time and ask me for pretty much any favour and I will do it, and I will edit his emails and do his research for him to help him fight his stupid pointless battles and to try to keep him on top of things even though he can't keep track of anything and keeps making wild badly planned decisions, and people ask me why I don't just let him fail and walk away, and I say I know he seems like a brash asshole with no ability to think ahead, but he's a really good guy, really, once you get to know him. It's got back to me that most people in our sports community assume I am or was sleeping with him, as that seems like the only explanation for why I would stick by a guy who's clearly an idiot. The truth is much weirder, he was my university teammate in 2013 and one time he was in my corner when I had a panic attack in the middle of a match at the university national championships, and he saved me and got me through it and I managed to go back and win, and that's why I had to do things like sleep on a hotel room floor for a week in Atlantic City because he'd talked me into going on a provincial team trip where he hadn't booked enough rooms (or planned anything), because he'd earned my eternal loyalty. Oh God, I just remembered how during that trip he stopped to gamble in front of children, and I ended up yelling at him in the middle of the street in Atlantic City, "You know, I argue with people about you!" And he said, "What people?" And I said "People who think you're not responsible enough to run a provincial team trip! Which is everyone! I get into big arguments with them and you make it hard when you do shit like this!" But a few years later he was the first person I called when our mutual friend died because I realized in that moment, that's the person I trust most in the world.

Anyway. What was I talking about? Elis James and John Robins. I think I was talking about Elis James and John Robins. Okay, turns out listening to people talk about the friendships that you base on blind loyalty and apologism brought some stuff up for me. I think I have, in recent weeks, at times blamed my overly emotional posting - my posts that start out as comedy analysis but then go into oversharing about my person life - on the fact that I'm going through some emotionally difficult stuff as I'm trying to avoid drinking. But that's not the case here, I think I was always going to go on that tangent. I haven't seen my friend from out of town in a while, I'm a bit worried about him. I think he might be ruining his own life again. Something was going to connect to that. Rhod Gilbert reminds me of him.

Anyway. Anyway. Elis James and John Robins. Solid double act dynamic. Weird balance of status and tensions, enjoyable running thread of loyalty and apologism. Amazingly, I'm not done, here's another clip I cut out of that ComCom interview:

This is the second time I've heard John Robins tell this story, and I had the same reaction as the first time, which was: Oh my God oh my God oh my God, how were you ever able to sleep again? The horrible sharp pain of this story keeps me awake at night, just imagining what it would be like if that happened to me, and it didn't even happen to me. How could you ever sleep if it did? John Robins frequently tells stories from what he calls the "shame well", those things that happen where you obsess over how you did something wrong and regret it. John is constantly making jokes (or just statements) about how he lives a life mired in shame and regret. But still, I don't see how he can just casually throw this one out there like it's just another shame well story. It's so much worse. It's the worst one I've heard. I would hide under my bed for the rest of my life.

John Robins went on Adam Buxton's podcast in 2016, I have listened to that episode and it's not great. You want to talk about dynamics created by a differential in status - I think that one went way too far, to the point where nothing could really happen. There was this huge discrepancy of John Robins meeting his hero, which will often make someone sort of adorably giddy but not in this case, he just seemed a bit out of it and subdued. While on the other side, Adam Buxton appeared to have no idea who John Robins was, so not much discussion got generated. It wasn't a complete disaster, but I could understand why John didn't plug that one on his radio show, despite plugging most of his podcast appearances.

Anyway though, if I can manage to get past the sheer horror of the first part of that clip, the second part was sort of nicely validating. Because I am slightly weary of how much my trip down the Elis and John rabbit hole has got quite intense quite quickly, even by my standards of comedy obsession, and possibly taken a turn for the parasocial. I mean, I am currently writing a multi-page post about an interview they gave and it includes several paragraphs about my own life that are only tenuously related, in a way that I can say "Look I do the same thing as these guys I've never met."

The intensity of that has definitely been accelerated by the fact that I happened to, by a genuine coincidence, get into this show at the same time as I decided to try to slow down and/or stop drinking, and God, a lot of the ways in which John Robins talks about alcohol and anxiety resonates. And yep, I'd feel weird admitting it because I know it's sort of inherently creepy to say "they feel like my friends" about some people you've never met, but since John Robins said it first I think I can admit those headphones do make a difference. Might be another reason why I prefer the Bandcamp comedy to a Netflix special.

They touch on this throughout the ComCom interview - not so much in the clips I cut out but throughout the whole thing, it really is worth a listen if you're interested in this - the way their radio show gets so many letters from people who thank them for talking so honestly about mental health issues, people who say they've dealt with their own difficult shit and find this radio show has helped. Probably lots of shows get similar letters, but I think it's safe to say this one gets more than most. The Bugle used to read out their correspondence and Andy Zaltzman wasn't getting people every day saying "Thank you for making me feel less alone in my depression."

They really are good at that, at hitting the exact right balance of honest without being overbearing about it. For a show that spends so much time talking about symptoms of mental health problems, they almost never use the words "mental health". They never sit down and say "let's have a talk about what it's like to live with anxiety." They just describe their week, in more honest detail than you would normally hear on commercial radio. And leave in the parts where they panic about every decision they've ever made and get drunk alone in the middle of the night and cry because they think they've done everything wrong. And by "they", I mostly mean John.

I do like their word, "darkness". I didn't realize, when I first watched The Darkness of Robins in 2022 (a show John first performed in 2017, won a large award for it, released as a Netflix special in 2018, but I watched it in 2022), that that title's been around for ages. Elis James made a joke in an early radio episode, from 2014, about how someday, John should do a show called The Darkness of Robins, where he just lays bare all his anxieties, all his weird toxic quirks and control freak tendencies and oceans of shame and regret and various addictions/self-medication and cynicism and bitterness and anger and deep self-loathing. Elis said this as a joke, the joke being that you can't just put all that in a comedy show. But they kept the joke going for years. John did the Richard Herring podcast, in which he talked a bit about some of the more difficult mental health struggles he's had, and when he plugged it on the radio show, instead of saying "I talk about some of my more difficult mental health struggles", he said, "There's a fair bit of the darkness of Robins in it." And then he started casually referencing it on the show, describing a night when he might have drank too much and had a panic attack with a causal and sort of joke-y "I got overcome by the darkness for a little while." And then they started describing those emails from listeners who say it resonated with "[Person] has emailed in to say they've been afflicted by a touch of the darkness, sorry to hear that." And I just love that word. It's used with enough genuineness to make it clear that they're not making fun of mental health problems, they really do have them and it does feel dark. But also with enough irony - obviously there is irony in using a term as grandiose as "The Darkness of Robins" to describe panicking at 3 AM about something bad you said in school - to make it feel like it's not an after school special. I also like that they found a way to let that word mean no one has to name a diagnosis, to narrow their issue down to a loaded term like "I suffer from clinical depression", when not everyone who has that is diagnosed, not everyone is comfortable naming it, not everyone finds it easy to separate their symptoms into clear-cut causes. They can just use a shorthand like "the darkness".

It has been good, to have this radio show for the last couple of months that have brought some darkness into particularly sharp focus, as I decided to quickly remove the maladaptive self-medication. I've tried to stop writing about it so often the way I did earlier in the year, but as a little update on how that's going, still bad. Not enjoying it. Getting mildly parasocial about some guys on the radio might not be hugely healthy, but it's a healthier coping mechanism than whiskey, I guess. I'd really like some whiskey. Anyway I'm fine.

I do think that's why I find that Adam and Joe story so incredibly painful, though. I get paranoid about whether I get too parasocial about the comedians I like, I try really hard to be self-aware about it and be super clear that I know what I'm getting is a curated public persona and I do not actually know these people, and I am mortified at the thought of being one of those fans who thinks they actually are my friends and therefore they should know something about me. No one should know me. I hang out on Tumblr because it's the one social media platform where I know no famous people are searching their own name or anything, everyone's just an anonymous nerd. The thought of anyone knowing me makes me want to hide under my bed for the rest of my life. Though having said that, John Robins and Elis James are always very nice about people who write in with darkness emails.

Amazingly, I'm still not done this post:

Throwing this in just to say, once again, that I'm sorry for having also thought this but in my defense it's not just me. I am truly sorry that when I first heard John Robins got sober, my first thought was... but he's still going to be bitter and angry and annoying and plagued by regret and self-loathing, right? Because that's kind of the cornerstone of his comedy and is what I love so much about it. I mean obviously I want him to be happy, but could he release a couple more stand-up hours first?

I feel genuinely guilty for having thought that, especially because I do hold the sort of political belief that it's bullshit to say one must suffer to make great art, van Gogh did his best work once his mental illness was being treated, and all that. I do believe it applies to more contemporary things too. Jason Isbell made his best music after getting sober. I think James Acaster's best stand-up show might be his current ones, and it's a "let me tell you how therapy has made me healthier" show. But John Robins did base a lot of his comedy on being bitter and angry and annoying and plagued by regret and self-loathing. That's sort of my favourite thing about it.

I felt slightly better when I re-listened to his 2014 show (recorded in 2015) This Tornado Loves You, and was reminded that he admitted that himself:

That's John Robins talking about how his comedy has suffered because he's too happy in his relationship with Sara Pascoe, a relationship that has ended a 20-year search for happiness. And it goes with the clip I posted before that from the ComCom episode, of Elis James saying it's nice that John's relationship with Sara Pascoe recently ended, because it's given the quality of his comedy a real boost. And maybe they should just ruin John's life regularly to keep it that way. So it's not just me who had that horrible thought.

I'm feeling the need to clarify, once again, that of course I don't genuinely think that's a good thing. Obviously it's good that he got sober, for his sake but also, reports suggest his latest show Howl is excellent. I think Howl was written partly while he was drinking and partly while he wasn't, but performed after he'd quit, and the fact that it's done so well suggests that people can, in fact, make their best stuff after getting their shit together (I haven't actually heard the show, he's said he'll release it on Bandcamp sometime soon-ish, probably). And even if his comedy did get worse, which it clearly hasn't, it would still be best that he quit drinking because suffering wouldn't be worth great art, even if it were required for it. That's how it works. Drinking is bad for you. I definitely don't want to drink any whiskey right now. It's fine.

But. But. I recently re-listened to John Robins' episode of Isy Suttie's podcast, The Things We Do For Love. This is a rare instance that I've heard of a comedian being genuinely drunk while recording something. It's happened before that comedians will claim to be a bit loose and tipsy, but not usually so drunk that they're slurring their words. John Robins on Isy Suttie's podcast was slurring his words. He kept losing track of the question and interrupting at inappropriate moments. It's one of those things that makes me say "Oh, yeah, you really needed to quit drinking. This really was affecting your career, that's just a guy who showed up to work too drunk to effectively do his job."

But it was really funny. It made me laugh so many times. At one point he gets furious because Isy Suttie asked him whether he knows how to drive a car. Later on he threatens to murder her and Elis for their sitcom money, which would have been an okay joke but tbere was a bit of a sense of line crossing when he also threatened their child. (Fun side note that has nothing to do with John being drunk: at one point Isy tells a story about her ex-boyfriend, John Robins asks what the ex's name is but she refuses to say, which is weird because I know. It's weird that I know something about Isy Suttie that John Robins didn't, at least on that day.) It's a mess. It's hilarious. I feel vaguely guilty for finding that so funny, the same way I do about the episodes of No More Jockeys where Mark Watson gets properly drunk - that guy's probably got a problem too, I probably shouldn't laugh at it so much, but I also find those the funniest episodes. I have the say, the episode of Adam Buxton's podcast where John Robins was sort of awkwardly reserved would probably have been funnier if John had gotten drunk before it.

My best defense for that is I would not want John Robins to actually be drunk when he performs stand-up, or certainly when he writes it. Being drunk made him funnier on a podcast interview where he's supposed to tell off-the-cuff stories, because off-the-cuff stories get better when someone's filter has been broken down. But also, in his actual stand-up, or even his actual radio broadcasting, John Robins is doing a thousand little things at once to make what he's saying funnier. He's the master of the well-timed pause and the carefully chosen word. None of that would be any good drunk. So I maintain that you don't need to suffer addiction to make great art. It might help a bit to make funny tangents on an interview podcast, but not the actual substance. Also, however funny I found it, I don't think he was proud of that one. On the radio show, John plugged his appearance on Isy Suttie's podcast before he did it, but not one word about it on the radio after it had been recorded, even though most of those things he'll plug both before and once they're released. Though in a later episode of her podcast, Isy mentioned that the first guest she'd had on was a very drunk John Robins, who called her the next day desperately asking her to cut out the sexually explicit story he'd told using an old girlfriend's real name.

And she did cut it out, it's not in the podcast, as it shouldn't be, because it's not responsible to tell sexually explicit stories in something that's being recorded and will be published, if the audience knows the real name of the person you're talking about. Having said that, I've finally reached the point in the radio show where John's doing WIPs of The Darkness of Robins, where he does just that about Sara Pascoe, and I'm having a bit of trouble morally justifying how much I like the show in spite of that. I think I'll re-watch that show tomorrow, for the first time in nearly a year and a half. I'll see how that goes. I remember it as being very, very good. But also, in the last few weeks, I've had three different people watch it because of my posts about John Robins, and all of them came back to me to point out that the stories about Sara Pascoe are pretty inappropriate to tell on stage. I'm still holding out hope that I'll hear him clarify on the radio show that he did run that stuff by her before saying it publicly, or at least before recording it for Netflix.

Anyway, this post got a bit out of hand. I've tried for the last couple of weeks to slow down on my posting about the Elis/John radio show, and the posting about my personal life, but I seemed to have built up a lot to say and put it all in this one. I'm doing fine.

[ladykettlechips]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I have been tagged by @suspendingtime to participate in this fun little questionnaire, so let's do the thing I love most, and write some bullshit!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I went to count, but AO3 luckily has the amount of works in a bracket, so, 6!

I thought I had more but, nope. Those are just the WIP's that have no endings or a first chapter written now gathering dust, lol.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I had to break out my calculator for this, because it's hefty. Anyway, it's 98,934, and now I'm mad it's not 100k exactly. 1,066 words to go!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bridgerton, and that's it. I don't know if I will write for others just yet because no other show or series has that kind of chokehold on me yet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sugar Spike (568)

Made to Be (369)

The moments in-between (337)

Playing Dirty (219)

I sin (because of you) (144)

It's weird looking at the kudos as they stand currently, only because I see them in my inbox and just think 'oh, yay! Kudos!' but seeing them in one go is pretty fun? It's weird (in a nice way) to think so many people have read or engaged with a fic.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to, and it's because I genuinely like the engagement with your readers and other authors. It's something I did during my original fanfic era and one I wanted to continue when I started writing for Kanthony.

In part, it's due to my gratitude for a person taking time out of their day to read what I have written, and also because I personally enjoy receiving a message from an author who created something that resonated with me, or simply made me giddy.

Speaking of, I need to reply to some comments for Made to Be... be right back.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Have I had an angsty ending yet? I don't think so.

I'm not in my angst era of writing for Kanthony just yet, but it'll happen. It always happens...

OH, WAIT! Maybe the crack!fic of the table Anthony and Kate do the deed on constantly. Poor table! There is no happy ending in sight for it 😂

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

My fanfics are mainly smut, so they're all happy endings 😂 but for the sake of answering this, let's say Sugar Spike as it's the only complete one with a concrete ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm waiting for that to begin with bated breath, mate 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I'm convinced it's all I'm gonna write at this point, and it's usually the banter-fuelled type with lots of Anthony worshipping Kate. Probably a bit vanilla for some, I'm not one for anything too out there, but I enjoy the fact they kinda pine for one another and will be hungry for each other an then tender when needed.

(My brain thought of the word tender, and I promptly thought 'mmmmm, chicken tenders. Brains be weird)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

So, I haven't in a while BUT when I was a looot younger, think pre-teens and early teens, I actually wrote a fair few crossovers. I think the weirdest was Xiaolin Showdown with anything from Teen Titans, to various anime characters and such making appearances. Pretty sure I still own the notebook I wrote that in.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. I laughed when it happened, but this was years ago. If people are gonna steal, they will steal. It sucks, but people prove time and again they're not all that great sometimes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope to this, too! I'm unsure how I would go about it tbh, I am so easily confused sometimes... but I love when authors partner up and create something beautiful together to share with the world.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Kanthony, duh 😂

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think it'll probably be one I have had in the works for AGES, and is supposed to be like 4 or so chapters long. It was my first foray into a slightly possessive Anthony, which was fun, but unsure if I managed to capture him correctly.

Do I want to finish it? YES! If I post the first chapter, it might actually force me into gear with it, but for now it sits in my drafts, gathering cobwebs and dust in WIP jail.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I had a hard time coming to terms with it, but dialogue. I actually considered this my weakness at one point, but I've come to realise it's where my strength lies mostly.

I think detail is also a strength. I love writing surroundings and feelings, and detailing everything. Of course, this can also be one of my greatest weaknesses.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a hard time fitting other characters in outside of the main couple. I seem to have a lens on one thing at most times, and that can hinder things in regard to progress of the greater story. Of course, Bridgerton has a giant cast of characters which makes things difficult at times.

I am also far too wordy, and I have a bad habit of repetition and over-using the em dash (—). I suck at grammar too, and can info-dump a fair bit. I also have this terrible tendency to edit while I write, which means I don't create a plan or outline or general skeleton, and that hinders me greatly sometimes.

I also swear a lot in fics, which can be seen as good or bad, but I rely on it too much sometimes. Also, I take too much time to write or edit sometimes and hate that aspect of myself when writing. I just wish I could write without a worry and then edit later, but nope! I have to take time, and if I'm in a really bad mental slump, it can take ages to write.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've tried it once and honestly, I think it's great if you know the language or have done some research into it. I didn't know the language well enough when I tried it once before, so I haven't returned to it again.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Titans! The OG cartoon series, not the newer one.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

'The moments in-between' and 'Made to Be'. I can't really choose, but all of them have a special place in my heart for various reasons.

°❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈°

Now I gotta do the difficult thing, which is harassing another poor soul to attempt this fun little questionnaire. SO, let's tag these poor unfortunate souls...

@doodlingawaits @iwishyouwouldstop @misstwentyynine @folklauerate @pineberrysins ... AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT! If you wanna take part, just do it!! Okay, I need to chill now. BYE, THANKS FOR READING :D

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digi Dynamic Shipping Game

Send me two names among the following 12 and I’ll write a short analysis post about them:

Taichi Yagami | Yamato Ishida | Sora Takenouchi | Koushirou Izumi | Mimi Tachikawa | Jyou Kidou | Takeru Takaishi | Hikari Yagami | Daisuke Motomiya | Miyako Inoue | Iori Hida | Ken Ichijouji

Whether canon provides input on them or not:

Sora and Hikari belong into that category of “Technically, they should be (very) familiar with each other due to their circumstances (and shared character traits), but canon doesn’t really tell you about their dynamics, so you can’t be 100% sure how close they actually are”, which is a bit unfortunate. So for the sake of this analysis, some things are left for interpretation, but let’s look at the circumstances mentioned above first: 

With Hikari being Taichi’s younger sister and Sora being among his oldest friends due to to them having been classmates (and football teammates) since forever, it can be seen as a given that they’ve known each other since before the events of Adventure 01. In the novels, Sora voices her concerns towards Taichi about Hikari being sick and unable to attend camp with them. So far so good. Since Hikari joins the group very late in the series, her main interaction points with Sora consists of “her being sick and Sora taking care of her (mainly in Taichi’s absence)”, which limits their interactions quite a bit. Sora, being the big sister and mom friend, seems to be a natural fit in this situation, caring for her closest friend’s little sister, being protective of her and making sure she doesn’t get hurt in any situation. And while we do not witness them talking to each other a lot, there are a few subtle indicators towards them sharing a gentle bond - and actually being surprisingly similar to one another.

In the PSP game, Sora gets the chance to invite Hikari to come over and play together once their adventures are over, indicating that she does have an interest in forming a closer bond with the younger Yagami beyond everything they’re going through. And why wouldn’t she? Both of them are very empathetic characters that want to make sure that others are okay - and yet, they both shall not be underestimated in their will to fight either, as they both understand the neccesity behind it. In the Dark Masters’ Arc, we see them joining forces in trying to defeat LadyDevimon - and they’re both getting very passionate about it. Up to this point, the viewer has seen glimpses of Hikari being determined - but in this moment, she basically copies Sora’s expression 1:1, indicating that them spending time may have influenced her to come out of her shell more now that she sickness has worn off. It’s really subtle, but, at least in my opinion, a very endearing interpretation of Sora inspiring Hikari, causing her to look up to her.

As for the rest of the series, we do not get a lot - there are only very minor interactions in 02 and Tri; as seen above, Hikari pokes gentle fun at Sora for mentioning a “generational drift” between them - also indicating that the age difference between them of three years actually matters. With Sora being as busy with tennis as she is in 02, they do not appear to be generally close - even if Hikari is the first one she chooses to contact once she feels that Piyomon is in danger. All their other interactions are mostly spent together Mimi, Miyako and/or Meiko (and Hikari usually takes a step back when Mimi teases Sora about various things regarding her “love life”, just smiling serenely at the back). One last thing that definitely bonds them together though - which gets very apparent in the stageplay -, is that they both HIGHLY worry about Taichi(s tendency to isolate and shutting them out).

Long story short - there is not nothing, but you have to read between the lines a lot. A subtle bond is definitely visible, but they do not share the closest of friendships, despite their similarities.

Whether I think why and how they’d work:

From a general point of view, their bond actually appears to be more that of two sisters - if Hikari grew up witnessing Sora being close with Taichi, her thinking of Sora as a big sister would make a lot of sense. In return, Sora thinking of Hikari as a little sister upon seeing Taichi taking care of her, spending time together while she’s being more vulnerable, also seems very plausible and in line with her personal character structure. Due to their lack of significant interaction, it’s not as easy to see romantic potential in them though; as much as they might bond over their shared closeness to Taichi (because, let’s be real, they’d be shaking their heads over him together a LOT), seeing them fall for each other requires a lot of imagination. They do seem comfortable in each other’s presence overall - and Sora’s protectiveness towards Hikari may potentially result in her feelings blooming into something more. But she would definitely fret over that at first - falling for her closest friend’s sister of all people would make her overthink immensely and may cause her to withdraw from her (and everyone else) to sort out her own feelings. (In general, Sora discovering her lesbian side will always requite a lot of self-reflection, because that’d be part of her journey of figuring out what SHE really wants/needs and how that may contradict tradionalism.)

In a scenario in which they actually end up together, I could kind of see it being a very communicative, mutually caring relationship - even though they’d probably get into fights over who of them is more selfless and needs to accept the other’s help more. But maybe that’s exactly what they’d need to snap out of their overly selfless tendencies, realizing that letting someone else care for you is just as important as you taking care of them. Especially with Hikari becoming more and more vocal as the series progresses, she may be the perfect mirror for Sora to realize things like these.

Taichi brain may need a while to come to terms with that turn of events, whereas Mimi and Miyako would celebrate them hard - and I think them being together may actually cause all the girls to spend more time with each other. Even if I can see them spending a lot of alone time as well, cooking or going out for dinner; Hikari would absolutely love to document all of Sora’s work (whether it’s ikebana or fashion design) and creating albums for them and all their friends.

Whether I’d prefer them as platonic or romantic ship:

As sweet as a romantic bond between them could potentially be, I do prefer the sisterly angle between them. (Even if the idea of Sora falling for Taichi’s sister is just too ironic not to find it funny.)

[thelordofgifs]

Right so if I tell you all about my silm wips, then I'm obligated to actually write them at some stage! so here's a non-exhaustive (because I keep coming up with ideas) list to guilt me into doing some writing:

First of all is the tentatively titled the fairest stars, the unhinged bullet point thing I'm partway through posting on tumblr. currently the main project because it's possessed me.

Half-finished documents include:

all the world lay then in wonder, a tiny little thing about the first rising of the Moon. hasn't been worked on for a while because Curufin was being a bitch.

the untitled thing whose doc name is Himring, in which Maedhros yells at C&C re: Nargothrond Incident. hasn't been worked on for a while because Curufin was being a bitch. hmm. my vision for this thing is a several-thousand word one-shot filled with complicated brotherly relationships and the ominous sound of the approaching Nirnaeth.

The Unburied, an actual multi-chapter because my ambition knows no bounds. canon-compliant longfic covering the time from the ship-burning at Losgar to the rising of the Sun, povs Fingon and Maglor. currently two chapters in, but I'm determined not to publish until it's fully drafted.

Then there's the Sticky Note, a list of ideas I spend far too long daydreaming about but haven't actually started writing yet. except now I'm telling you about them so I have to!

boats against the current is an AU where Maedhros doesn't swear the Oath. I have the plot of the first part of this, and the overarching theme, fairly figured out, but whenever I try to write the first sentence ("What are you doing?", ftr) it goes wrong. very fond of it though.

The Returned is the sequel to The Unburied, which probably means it will never get written. a fairly standard post-Thangorodrim longfic. I love daydreaming this one.

no morning glory mostly exists in my head because I love the title (it's from a Taylor Swift song). A Russingon WW1 AU. only problem is, I know nothing about WW1 :)

some sort of thing about Maedhros and Maglor post-Dagor Bragollach. unsure if I'll ever write this, I just have a very clear image in my head of one scene which means it can't be taken off the list.

Little Pity, an AU where the Eagle arrives after Fingon has killed Maedhros on Thangorodrim. yeah idk what to do with that really. it's on the Sticky Note, though.

something about why Elros makes his Choice, various influences on him as he grows up. an excuse for some kidnap fam history lessons.

an untitled longfic about Celebrimbor in Nargothrond. mainly because Tyelpe and Finduilas deserve to be besties. also fun exploration of Tyelpe's relationship with his father. and Huan will be there. absolutely NOT to be even TOUCHED before The Unburied is finished.

as small as a world, the story of Elwing and Earendil growing up in a refugee camp at the end of the world. the Sea is basically a third main character here. my vision for this, which I am almost certainly not competent enough to execute, features plenty of Idril, complicated politics on Balar, childhood trauma, and Sirion as this multicultural hub that's the last hope of Elvendom in Beleriand and it's so tragic that it even exists but its resilience brings tears to your eyes. also you should taste salt the entire time you're reading. can't even be DAYDREAMED about until The Unburied is finished.

a very very tragic oneshot about Celebrimbor meeting Maglor for the last time in Eregion. haven't done anything about this bc I'm not sure it's even canonically possible. it makes me tear up sometimes though.

Ashes is a missing moment from between the only two written chapters of The Unburied. Maedhros, post-Losgar. I adore him so unsure how long my self-control will last before I snap and write this.

[blahdom]

It's him, it's me

Born in 1951 and died in 2010, he was known as Ibung by all his peers and kin. I called him Papa. This is him in the photo, taken when he was in his early 30s, I think. Nowadays, his and my mom’s friends often comment that I look a lot like him.

We were never close. While I was little, he was often away for work, mostly in other cities, and only home on weekends. At some point in his life, he became so absorbed in his obsession with starting his own ventures. He initiated a couple of them, but none of them landed well. After the 1997 recession, he finally gave in. He spent most of his time at home, mainly moving about on the front porch tending to the goldfish aquarium or caring for our pet birds, or when inside playing solitaire on our desktop computer. From time to time, ideas for new business ventures would emerge through friends or relatives. His eyes would spark again during these moments. But they never developed into anything solid.

As I grew older, I became increasingly rebellious toward him. Despite everything, he continued trying to connect with me.  This usually occurred during the rare times we drove alone together to out-of-town destinations. Then he would give me pep talks about how to become a successful businessman. He also took charge of my education, pushing me toward earning a BA in Economics focusing on Management. This was one of his dreams for me—just as he had hoped during my early teenage years that I would become a swimmer like him—that I would follow in his footsteps as a business manager, or at least as an accountant. His dreams were simple, yet I continued to harbor resentment. It took me some time to realize that my anger was never about or at him. I was angry towards all the unjust things that the world had offered: to me, to those I saw around me, to him.

I believed the distance between us grew so wide that it had become unbridgeable, and I made sure of that by choosing to stay in Yogyakarta, away from parents' home and from him. This continued until around November 2009, when my mom told me to come back. He had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and was given just three months to live. The doctor advised that the only thing we could do was provide him with comfort in his final days.

So, I returned to my parents’ house in Jakarta and stayed there for an extended period. Most of my time there was spent driving him to various alternative healing therapies throughout the city. I also assisted him with moving to the bathroom so that my mom could wash him. Eventually, he began to experience constant back pain as the cancer had already spread throughout his spine. I would wake up in wee hours whenever he rang the bell, signaling that he needed someone to rub his excruciatingly painful back. Usually, my mom was deeply sleeping next to him, too tired to even hear the bell. One night after rubbing his back, he said softly to me, “Thank you.” I didn’t respond.

In his final days, shortly after his 60th birthday on February 14th, more or less 3 months after his diagnosis, his condition declined rapidly. After a few days in the hospital, he lost consciousness, and soon after, he could only breathe with the help of a machine. One morning, while my mom, who had been staying with him outside the intensive care unit, went home for a quick shower, the attending doctor approached me with a somber expression and informed me that all his vital signs had ceased. He was being kept alive only by the machines. She asked me what should be done next. I called my mom to return to the hospital, and when she arrived, I shared the news with her. My sister was there too.  After spending the entire morning thinking, my mom told me that the decision was mine to make. My sister wasn't very helpful either and left the decision up to me. I chose to unplug the machine. A few hours later, he passed away surrounded by those who loved him.

I bathed his body together with a few male relatives, under the guidance of an official corpse-washer provided by the hospital. We wrapped his body in a shroud and brought it home, where we prayed for him. During the wake, everyone kept mentioning that he seemed to be smiling. “Husnul khatimah“, they said. Both my sister and I were asked to give eulogies. My sister quickly wrote something and delivered it through her tears. I did not say anything.

We then brought him to the cemetery. My brother-in-law, a few male cousins, and I went into the grave where his body would be laid to rest. As others lowered him down, we received him from below. We untied the shroud, and as the only son, I was asked to recite the adzan in his right ear. I refused, and my brother-in-law took on that role. Afterward, I stared at him for some long seconds and kissed his forehead. At that moment, I smiled all teary-eyed and thought, “There, it took a while until we get here, but finally, we have our closure.”

This happened 14 years ago, and it’s very rare for me to think about him ever since. But not tonight. As I write this, I can sense a deep presence enveloping the air—it’s him, and it’s me too.

[profeyandere]

𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 ─── ☾ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ x ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your heart was beating softly for the first time in the last eleven years after the little offspring of your Lord, the much desired and acclaimed Antichrist that you had waited for so long, had finally appeared in the lives of the rest of humanity as the reminder of evil on the planet and the imminent threat of the End of the World, with which it would take with it any sign of life on Earth and bring with it a hope that an eternal war would begin between the great celestial group, which the human being had adored so much during all its centuries of existence thanks to the biblical writings and the various witnesses of God's miracles, and the opposing side made up of sinners and followers of Satan who had fallen from Heaven with him or joined his ranks shortly after, among which you, the adored angel creator of a few planets in the solar system, found yourself having been, like most souls in Hell, one of the many fallen angels who had acted against the God's plans, either through nefarious acts or absurds questions that had provoked the wrath of your Creator. You were not able to remember exactly how everything happened, but what you could point out without any problem and exactly was your curiosity and the great temptation that was to get a higher position on the social ladder of angels. To get a little more respect and recognition, you had caused yourself to become one of the nocturnal beasts that acted evilly to get humans, the perfect creations of the Lord of Heaven, to fall into the clutches of Satan and suffer the same eternal punishment that you and the rest of your fellow demons had been forced to have. Even though your job wasn't as long-suffering as the one you did in Heaven, mainly because you could do things whenever you wanted and you didn't have anyone demanding when to turn in your advances, and it was definitely no worse than lower-ranked devils than you, the vast majority of whom were in charge of suffering constant punishments or doing too boring forced labor that internally killed every demon that got in their way, but in either case, it was much worse than you supposed it could have been ever been. Temptations had become your order of the day, one every morning that you would have to perfect as time went by, or by telling some fib in between to mention that a certain historical event had happened because of you so that your terrifying new boss hadn't destroyed you or thought you as worthless as those who arrived daily below, but you'd been surprised that one of your own, Crowley, had been consorting for several centuries with one of the angels you'd once known while you were one of them, but with whom you hadn't exchanged as many words with him as the serpent in Eden seemed to have.

You discovered his secret during World War II, at the very moment you made sure that the plane that was carrying a large load of explosives was ready to blow up one of the English cities that you had chosen to continue your duties as a demon on Earth and that this one, by the grace of… Well… You know what I mean, would have been diverted to a Church much further away from what was your meeting point. That sudden change of plans surprised you, mainly because no one had orders to divert its trajectory to a different place, but it seemed that by some demonic miracle, one of the many cities on the British island that suffered constant attacks from the Germans had not blown up. You tracked down the miracle, the place from which it had come, and soon found yourself on the rubble of a ruined church where the bomb must have fallen, leaving everything in its path covered in a fine layer of dust and a mist caused by the explosion that quickly dissipated as soon as a bit of fresh air enveloped what had been a place of dreams. Your position on the rubble allowed you to visualize the demon of sunglasses that was then slowly cleaning them while a series of lamentations from a white-haired man that you couldn't recognize at first was heard in the background; they were Crowley and Aziraphale, the two enemies acting as a team. That sight left you speechless, mainly because you knew what a betrayal of this caliber entailed, and, although you were a few seconds away from disappearing to notify your headquarters of the nefarious actions that the demon was carrying out, you were surprised that both supernatural beings seemed to have helped each other as if they were friends and had obtained quite favorable results from their encounter on Earth.

The conception of a demon being friends with an angel was not in your mind, mainly because you were aware of the great punishment that such disobedience could entail, but, shortly after confronting Crowley during one of the trips he made in his Bentley in insults from various drivers were heard due to the sudden zigzagging of the car, it made you understand that this agreement could even be beneficial for both parts, both for a demon and for an angel, even more so with Armageddon on the way and about to happen, but you did not know what that could cause in your broken and afflicted badly wounded heart. You didn't want to stop Armageddon, at least not completely, but it was almost unavoidable not to intercede so as not to lose everything. Where would you live if the world plunged into a world of lava, explosions, starvation, and desert? What would you do on Saturday afternoons if the cafeteria that you occasionally visited with Crowley disappeared from the universe? How would that Jane Austen story to which you had become so hooked because of Aziraphale's temptations and offer to make his bookstore a place where you felt at home end? How would you feel if in the Great Final Battle, you lost that archangel for whom you had yearned so much from the moment of your mere existence in that wide and cold universe? Why did everything have to be so difficult? Those were questions that would never be answered.

A strong gust of wind caught your attention and, although you wanted to pretend that the presence of the newcomer had not affected you, you saw yourself in the obligation to snort to prevent your smile from becoming so wide that it could cause your mouth to hurt. You weren't in the habit of smiling, rather no demon did except Crowley when he was amused by something or in the company of the sweet white-haired angel, and you didn't want to show any sign of disturbance in your person in front of him; maybe later you would cry, maybe you could burn an entire field in a radius of three kilometers, but you would never allow yourself to show weakness in front of that purple-eyed archangel with whom you had met a few hours ago in what could have been The End of World. "It seems that you had been waiting for me," Gabriel said with an air of grandeur and superiority upon noticing the slight tremor, almost imperceptible, in your shoulders, barely being able to distinguish the features of your face because of your soft hair that waved gently and hid you.. He had to make a mental note that he had to stop appearing like that, or maybe he would never be able to fully see the expressions of the people, demons, or angels he visited. "You will be happy, you have stopped Armageddon. The reason why we have waited so many centuries to find out which side is the best is not going to happen, and all thanks to... What did you call it? 'The power of love'?" Deep down you were unable to tell if he was saying it sarcastically, with anger, or with joy. You never knew how to read the intentions of the Supreme Archangel well during your stay in Heaven, much less now after spending millennia so far from him. It had always been a mystery, both to you and to the rest of the universe. "You've become very funny, haven't you? And here I thought that you would still be the sanctimonious one who walked through the enormous corridors of Heaven with a white robe and a silk sheet around his neck while listening to the praise of others for his person as an egocentric who is not capable of appreciating the unaffiliated work," you murmured with some resentment, placing your hands behind your back while you felt how the tight black suit that held tightly to your shoulders and fell gracefully to the height of your waist. Maybe it was a short garment, but it suited you fabulously.

"It's still happening, not as much as before, but there are still some who are devoted to me, not like others," the archangel commented as he took a couple of steps towards you, keeping a small distance between the two who, according to you, almost seemed kilometers. You were like two people unknown to each other, even if at the beginning of time you had been almost thick and thin. "And it wasn't that white, it was a darker shade. It was silky white, it's like lime color, but a little duller." It didn't take long for your brow to frown upon hearing that, confusing you. "But they are the same thing," you pointed out, turning your gaze towards him, meeting the profile of the archangel who seemed to have a small smile appearing between his lips, even if it was hardly noticeable due to how tense his body was and his attempt to remain serene. That image took away your ability to speak and breathe as if it had somehow even stopped all your thoughts, and hit you so hard it restarted your Windows. You didn't know what the latter meant, but you found it quite amusing, and you had finally been able to make use of that strange phrase used by young people. It was true that Gabriel, when you met him, and had the opportunity to work with him on one of the first projects that involved the creation of the universe, that was its design and the shape of the 'stars' and some of the 'planets' that would envelop the Earth and be part of the Milky Way, had presented himself as someone good, attentive, just as an angel should be and even more so one of a position like his, although quite strict and slightly distant with those inferiors to his title. In short, there was nothing to him but low-ranking angels who were best ignored. Perhaps you were not by the side of the gray-haired man as long as other colleagues who had the same mission as you, but you felt recognized with each look and smile from him, which quickly became your main reason to work with more impetus and you win at his side in the great project that God had entrusted to you. Making Gabriel proud was something that you felt you needed because of the way he would reward you, and turn his violet eyes towards you to congratulate you on your great effort. Many would criticize you, in fact, some angels assumed that something strange must happen to you for the simple fact that your adorable smile became more prominent when you saw the archangel near you or when you simply saw him. You adored Gabriel in so many ways that it could have scared anyone but, being an angel, that wasn't so strange either. You were made to love, so what did it matter if you wanted a little more from one of them? Everyone has a favorite, and yours was the supreme archangel. You loved him, and you wanted to do everything possible to have his approval.

"I would like to agree with you and, although at first glance one color and the other seem the same, it is their shades that distinguish them from each other. They are variants," Gabriel commented, interlacing the fingers of his hands to try to have a more authoritative position under your intense gaze, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before returning to observe the dark sky that had settled over you with the passing of the minutes, being able to distinguish the great endless number of lights that were some of the small stars in the firmament that perhaps Crowley should have created so many millennia ago.

"It's still white, no matter where you look at it," you claimed, shrugging your shoulders, adjusting the jacket that surrounded your torso a little, fixing yourself on it for a moment before recriminating his point. "My jacket is black, but it can be completely black, an obsidian or ebony tone, but it's still black no matter how much you try to distinguish the exact tone," you commented, adjusting the garment to your body to prevent the coolness of the night from sneaking in between the flaps of the same. "Are we really arguing about the perception we have of colors? Maybe I'm color blind, and I'm not as perfect as God planned." You could make out the small frown that appeared on the archangel's face. You had inadvertently used a higher tone of voice than usual, making you feel like a stupid devil who was unable to control your emotions, but honestly, who did? Even Crowley, who had spent the longest time on Earth with his dear angel, had been unable to show him his true feelings. Why couldn't you hide them too, or accept them if he hadn't already?

"We may be discussing a trivial matter, but just as I cannot allow you to say that the shades of white are the same, you cannot say that what shines so bright in the sky, that orange sphere, is a star," indicated the archangel as he raised his arm a little to point to the ball of orange tones that he had mentioned, making you frown for making such a comparison that almost seemed sacrilege towards you.

"You can't say that Saturn is a star. Who in their right mind would?"

Your tone full of indignation amused Gabriel, causing a snort to come out of his lips, lightening the atmosphere around you a bit. It had been the first time in centuries that someone had made him laugh in that genuine, reserved way, and it was precisely because of that that he realized how much he had missed you, even a demon. He always admired the way you had worked so hard to please God, even if, deep down, you had never done it for your Creator, and he found your devotion to each of your creations that still roam the universe to this day enchanting. Therefore, contrary to what he might have thought to do to continue with the creation of the cosmos, he took the trouble to show you one of the most recent planets to which you had shown such devotion from the moment of its mere creation. He could still remember the way you complained about the cold of the expansive and dark universe, how warm your body felt against his when he cradled you between his three great wings, and the way your eyes sparkled with wonder at the various rings of Saturn revolving around the planet along with the many moons that accompanied it. That last one wasn't a design error, you yourself thought that the planet's design was slightly simple and that perhaps the big planet must have had more than just rings to decorate its slightly lonely background surrounded by space rocks. Gabriel missed those times a lot, and, seeing you next to him, only caused the memories so hidden in his mind to resurface quickly. In the back of his mind, he could still hear the loud guffaws of joy coming from your lips, which even reached Pluto and got stuck there waiting for your return, and on the huge Moon, you could still hear your cries asking for forgiveness for what happened.

[domi-scu]

We didn’t find Nemo

As promised, today was snorkelling day! And Alex’s first ever.

Which meant we had to wake up super early (don’t judge me, 7am is early if you can’t get over the jetlag even after 10 days). We got to the place early enough to watch the kittens play although they only wanted to play with me by biting my hand so I had to stop. You know, rabies and all that jazz.

Once we collected everyone who was leaving from this spot, we were ready to go. We stopped at the other side of the island to pick up a few more which in total, made 10 people+ the captain on the tiny longtail boat. A little cramped but not too bad once we all settled. I did feel really bad for the redhead who decided to sit at the front not covered by the roof because she was so white and I knew she’d BURN by the end of the trip. She did refuse the sit in the shade though so what can you do.

The trip to our first snorkelling spot was almost 2h long but the view of all the islands that we passed was amazing. I didn’t dare to take any pictures though as the waves were quite high and I was regularly getting splashed head to toe. I am not risking anything happening to my third camera when the two previous ones ended up so badly.

In total, I think we stopped at 4 or 5 snorkelling spots. Right at the first one, the moment we jumped, someone pointed out a jellyfish swimming nearby. So I spent the rest of the day watching out for them and was a lot more stressed then I’d like. What didn’t help was when we stopped at one of the islands for lunch and saw a sign describing the first aid for when someone gets stung. The advice finished with ‘if they lose consciousness, start CPR’. A little overenthusiastic jellyfish, don’t you think?

We did get some shitty goggles that leaked and fogged up a lot but other than that, the view was good. The sad part was that all of the coral reefs were pretty much dying/ dead. There were some fishies and sea urchins and all but they’ve definitely seen better days. At the end of the day, our captain showed us a picture of what it used to look like not that long ago and they had a lot more colour and life in them.

Stop at a tiny island with good picture spots was one of the favourite ones. Mainly because it was dry enough to take some pictures!

We had our lunch at ‘Monkey Bay’. If you ask me, it’s a little short sighted to give a bunch of tourists little boxes with food and let them out on a beach with monkeys but at least it made for some fun views of lunches being stolen, taken up the tree with the box being thrown back down at the original owner. Although super simple (just some fried rice with veg and chicken), it tasted absolutely amazing and we managed to eat all of it without giving any to our monkey friends. Took some pictures of the various animals and off we went. Oh yea, also saw a fairly large spider eating a tiny fish. I didn’t stick around long enough to take photos of that though.

The last snorkel stop was not near an island (like the rest) but in the middle of the dark blue water which let us know that it’s a lot deeper than all the others. And because I was tired and mainly because I panic in water so deep that I can’t see the bottom, I stayed on the boat. What a good choice though. Another thing that bothers me in water are buoys and because the current was so strong on the open water, the only way to swim over to the coral was to hold on to the rope between the buoys. No thank you. As we enjoyed the view while others swam, we also got to see a massive jellyfish (good 20-25cm in diameter) which I’m very happy to avoid. The guys who did go check it out then confirmed that it was fairly difficult to see so deep down and the reefs were just as dead as the others. Shame.

By the time we got back to Koh Lipe, we were exhausted. All we had strength to do was to pop into 7-11 for some snacks and beer. I then spent good 20min trying to brush out my hair before shower (nothing better than wet & salty long hair) before sitting down on our amazing balcony until I started to get eaten by the various bugs who don’t seem to mind that I overuse the bug spray.

Before bed, we managed a quick trip to ‘town’ for dinner where we sweated our asses off with our ‘less spicy’ meals and I passed on the opportunity to have yet another mango sticky rice because I couldn’t fit any more.

[mirrorsoftheotherself]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

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NAME: Essent

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: You’re free to contact me via Tumblr DMs or Discord! However, I prefer Tumblr DMs over Discord for ease of convenience plus I’d want to keep my Discord organized.

NAME OF MUSE(S): Otoji, Naruaki, Hato / Rei, Zen (I have other muses but they’re more Discord based.)

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Over a decade now! I’m able to roleplay in quick, chatroom based platforms alongside forum based platforms.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Let’s see... Tumblr, of course... MSPARP/MXRP... Various Jcink forum RP sites, Discord... There was a time I even RPd on Roblox... There was a site called Tinier.me at one point... I jumped between Homestuck, Fandomstuck, BIT.TRIP, [PROTOTYPE], Undertale, Just Shapes and Beats, Vocaloid, some original stuff, some other things I may be forgetting, and Persona in terms of my realm of source material familiarity.

BEST EXPERIENCE: When I was starting out in the area of Persona RP, I took on Rei since she was the most familiar to me at the time and, thanks to the setting of that specific RP, I was able to create the first iteration of the Coma AU (this iteration gave Rei the Moirai as her Personas and her summoning method was a heart-locket necklace). Over the course of that RP, a close friendship/mentor-student dynamic became established between her and Makoto (the Minato name was used in that RP). He became Rei’s senpai in terms of Persona affairs and it lead to a lot of soft, platonically fluffy moments between the two. It was after that experience that I grew to love the Makoto/Rei dynamic in general.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: You know the different “suddenly this happens” anon asks that have been sent around? That’s one of them. Like, I get it, you want something to happen. But you aren’t the blog owner; you aren’t the mun. Don’t force something upon me like that.

As for other things... This mainly applies to multifandom settings but a small dealbreaker for me (that doesn’t get in the way most of the time) is the setting not allowing a bit of extra freedom, whether that be including OCs and/or AUs among other things. I understand why they wouldn’t be allowed otherwise (keeping canon in line, for the most part) but, if there is a way to include them and give a baseline of what’s okay and what’s not okay to keep things from becoming too crazy, then let there be some clearance; just like the common aspect in the multifandom settings of allowing multiple FFXIV Warriors of Light with the only limit of one WOL per job.

Again, that doesn’t get in the way often; there have been settings that I’ve been able to take part in despite it (thanks to Rei)... But I wanna be able to RP any of my Mirror boys in these different interesting settings. Heck, that’s part of the reason why the Mirror AU blog came to be; I wanna be able to RP my boys without too much worry.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Oh dear god, NO SMUT. Smut RP is just... Beyond me; I can’t even see myself writing anything like that. I’m all for fluff and the softness alongside mild angst. Severe angst is out of my comfort zone...

PLOTS OR MEMES: I welcome both! I do like threads where everything is on the spot alongside threads where the basis is planned beforehand, too. It allows for a lot of variety.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I try my best to match but I’m okay with either or!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I’m very sporadic so it’s really hard for it to be concrete.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): ...I think a combo of Otoji and Rei? Maybe a little Naruaki mixed in. I have no idea, I’d have to do a lot of introspection.

tagged by: SNAGGED

tagging: Tossing this to the wind for anyone-

[izzyizumi]

Digimon Adventure [Taichi/Koushiro (Taishiro)] Fic

Series: Digimon Adventure[s]; Tri is referenced / implied-as-AUs or for semi-canon compliancy (light spoilers for Kokuhaku; but not majorly referenced; just a quote) {plus a gif of a small moment involving Taichi + Koushiro} [also one more small conversation moment between Taichi and Meiko] (a scene from the first episode of the 2020 Reboot is referenced) Title: Words Type: Fanfiction / Shortfic Wordcount: 125 words, plus a small series of gifs Characters/Pair: Taishiro [Taichi x Koushiro] Rating: Gen[eral] / PG (for this part) Warnings: none for this specific part; more just written a bit dramatically Genre: also Gen/with ship implied, if written just a bit dramatically Notes: part of REPEAT?_Verse, (ficverse version here); - it can be read as a standalone fic - it can be read as an AU and/or spinoff of the main REPEATVerse; - or as its own standalone AU/spinoff (i.e. this can be read on its own) -- This bit is short enough, so I thought I’d post it over here. -- Added some gifs / quotations for emphasis -- formatting is also for emphasis -- the gifs at the beginning are also for direct quotes references -- Japanese version characterization of Koushiro is used/referred to. (Namely indicating his overly-formal-way of speaking in Japanese) -- see further notes at end for a bit more (including head-canons)

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Summary:

{ WORDS }

-- To be honest,

Taichi and Koushiro don't need words. ( They have a lot more than Just )

( words )

-- Like, ... the way that Taichi-san looks at him, so gently.

( ... when he thinks Koushiro can't tell. ) Like, ... the way that Koushiro does the exact same thing all the time

( and Taichi notices ) ( every time. ) Like, ... the way that Taichi-san -- gently touches his shoulder.

( Attempting reassuring? him )

Like, ... the way that Koushiro ALWAYS, ALWAYS, WITHOUT FAIL, uses,

"Taichi-san"

Like, the way Taichi --

-- RECOGNIZES --

... WORDS ARE HARD for Koushiro.

Like, the way Taichi -- -- is always there for him

-- regardless. Like, the way Koushiro --

will always be by -- Taichi-san’s -- side

-- until,

the very end.

Notes:

-Originally written December 29, 2018; not posted previously. -Posted today for a couple particularly kind-of-reasons (see tags). -Also, when taking place in the main REPEAT universe, my Asexuality spectrum headcanons for either may be read in/implied - it is also Asexuality Awareness week, hence also why posting today. { Ace Week is October 25 through October 31st }

{ for Taichi I can see him as Demiromantic Pansexual OR Pan-Demiromantic & Demisexual, depending on ‘verse }

{ for Koushiro, essentially the same thing. However, in Tri canon compliancy specifically, I usually put him as Demiromantic Pansexual }

{ I can also see either as Queer in general, or Bi. [ while also using Gay as an Umbrella term ] Though for Koushiro I usually keep him specifically more as Pan. For both I also really love Gender-fluid headcanons, though this part was specifically also written with Ace and Aro[mantic]-spectrum headcanons in mind. }

[kuroovore]

haikyuu men , how they eat you out !

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 0.9 k

pairings: various haikyuu characters x afab!reader

content warnings: oral f!receiving, hair pulling, overstimulation, fingering, squirting

notes: i want kuroo to do each and every one of these to me right this very moment <3

he has you laid on the bed, legs being held apart and firmly pressed into the mattress by his hands, his grip on your thighs sure to leave marks. he’s been going at it for what feels like hours now, and you’re currently about to reach your third climax of the night.

his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole, with his thumb rubbing your clit. every once and a while he’ll come up and replace his thumb with his tongue, swirling it around your clit and sucking on it before moving back to his previous spot.

“you gonna cum again baby? gonna cum on my face this time?” he mumbles against you.

you whine and reach your hand down to place it in his hair, tightly gripping it. he groans into you and the feeling makes you arch your back, your mouth forming and o shape.

“uh uh baby, stay still.” he says as he takes his other hand off your thigh and presses it down on your stomach, pressing your lower half harder into the mattress.

at this point, you’re so sensitive you don’t know if you can take it anymore. your close your thighs around his face and he chuckles against your core. you feel your high getting closer and you push his face impossibly closer to you.

the next thing you know, your cumming and you feel it dripping onto the bed and spreading all over your thighs. he’s licking you completely clean along your folds and your thighs and he runs his thumb along his chin before coming back up to you and sticking it in your mouth.

“i’ll give you some time baby, but i need to see that again.”

KUROOOOO, sakusa, bokuto too good god.. iwa, suna, osamu, atsumu

his head rests between your legs, holding them open while his thumbs rub circles against your inner thighs. you had cum around his fingers once already and he slipped his head between your legs right after you had come the first time.

his tongue slips slowly in and out of your hole, and he runs it up and down your slit every now and again before teasing your hole and slipping it back in.

he goes back and forth between his tongue and his fingers being inside you. he absolutely loves the way your back arches when he curls his fingers inside of you while his tongue swirls around your clit </3

after a little bit of time like that, he goes back to just focusing on having his tongue inside of you because he can’t get over the way you taste. constantly hums against you because he’s enjoying it so much.

when you tell him your cumming, he won’t stop moving his tongue. he just wants to tease you. from then on, he won’t stop his tongue from moving until he’s gotten every last drop you have left to give.

he lifts his head up only to bring his mouth back to your clit before sucking on it a few times just to overstimulate you and see your body tense up and your attempts to close your legs around his head.

he stares up at you at he gives you a few last licks and chuckles at your worn out face before placing his lips on yours.

if this is not oikawa i’m not sure what is (i literally pictured him while writing this), tendou, probably bokuto here too.. NISHINOYA, atsumu, tanaka

he’s more vanilla,, but not really. it’s more about making you feel good more than anything. he might tease you every now and again, but he mainly just goes right in cause he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing.

the type to squeeze your thighs really hard every once in a while to get you to look at him while he eats you out>>>

he will make eye contact with you the whole time if you let him, no joke. if he does something specific that feels good to you, he'll smirk against you and say something like,

"you like that?" or just "feels good?"

moving from your hole to your clit, he'll tease you a bit at first by only using the tip of his tongue, but then he goes in and sucks on your clit while still running his tongue lightly over your bundle of nerves. this causes you to reach down and tangle your hand in his hair and he'll groan, the vibration against you clit making you let out a particularly loud moan.

he'll chuckle at your actions and youre basically going insane at this point. like, this man reallyyy knows what he's doing.

when he sees that your close to cumming, he'll only work harder to get you to your high. he won't go much faster cause he already has a good sensual pace going, but he does go a bit harder.

when you cum, he makes sure to get every last drop and he hums into you again, your back arching off the bed. he reaches his hand up to your stomach and lightly pushes your body back onto the bed until he's done.

he'll leave a kiss on your lower stomach, your chest, your neck and save your lips for last, just smiling as you lazily kiss him back.

USHIJIMAAAA </333, sugawara, asahi, daichi, akaashi, kageyama