A year ago I was inspired to make something that captured the exact aesthetic of a vintage, degraded VHS recording from the 90s, and I think I'm pleased with what I attempted.
The fact Saiki’s aura is so big is really funny. Imagine Aiura, minding her own business, when suddenly all the auras disappear because Saiki’s taking a detour on his way home.
i am once again wishing that reiju was written in a more interesting way in fics. i think she wld be fucked up in the way of "every day i tightrope a line of protecting my brother against a family that wld gladly revoke my favored position" and "am i my brother's keeper". contradictions in contradictions. unable to empathise/incapable of excising her sympathy. equal parts wondrous and revolted by the depth of human emotion that sanji feels. the only one in her family that takes after both her parents' will - her father's soldier and her mother's daughter. yeah sure you could write her as tepid and simply dust your hands off after damning her for her compliance in the abuse cycle but what if we made her interesting.
He hasn't been out and about for long when the warpstone behind him rumbles. Out tumbles Richarlyson, and Fit is more than a little surprised to see him there.
The kid immediately yanks out his journal, scribbling faster than Fit thought was physically possible, especially with the rate the boy's hands are shaking. He's clearly nervous, somewhat upset—not to mention it's odd to see him here unaccompanied. When he's finally finished, Fit leans over to read it.
Tio Fit, can you lend a hand? Pai Mike disappeared last night and pai Pac won't get out of bed.
Immediately, worry sets in. He nods, tells Richas to head to Chume, that he'll be right behind him. Then he turns to grab his weapon from inside the house, pocketing an extra knife just in case.
Concern is already rippling through his gut as he sets a hand on the warpstone, following the familiar path to Chume Labs. But not only that, he's angry. Angry because he doesn't need to talk to Pac to figure out what happened. Angry because he knew it was only a matter of time, but it happened anyway. Angry because nobody could've stopped this. Angry because he didn't stop this.
He quickly arrives at the Labs, using the warp plate Richas shows him for quicker access. The two are inside in no time.
"Pac?"
His call echoes across the empty halls, bouncing around darkened corners. His heart sinks until Richas grabs his hand, pulling him towards a set of bedrooms at the back of the room—one blue, one green.
The green one has the door open, and he can still see slightly inside. The bed is still made, pristine and clean. The lamp on the desk is still on, one of the only lights in the building.