#Interactive Introverts Q&A

[reunitedinterlude]

vs. the world (2025 // 2018)

[comatosebunny09]

apt 302 | sylus q.

— summary: at first, your new neighbor was as mysterious as he was handsome. after taking some time to get to know him—or forcing your way into his quiet life—you realize looks can be deceiving. — cw: gn reader, neighbors au, neighbors to friends to lovers, profanity, innuendoes, jealousy, misunderstandings, stalker ex, alcohol use, guns mentioned, self-indulgent, allusions to reincarnation, angst, pet names, sylus being an insufferable gentleman, slice of life — dividers by: @omi-resources — notes: this grew way longer than i expected, soooooo you’re gonna hate me for what comes next. anyways, thank you so much for reading! — now playing: my favorite person now - she was pretty ost — tagging: @alfredosaws, @chuppiechanchan @hao-ming-8 @antonneva @sunsets-and-crows @leighsartworks216 @grabby-smitten @nebulorra @minniestarmj @elysiums-light @saiaise @queenofstresss @beewilko @aetherscribit @libriomancer @world-of-hearts @awkwardnurse @huachengnism

Information Technology isn’t as cushy of a field as you initially thought.

Sure, you have a desk job doing the most mundane of things—working the help desk, troubleshooting devices, re-imaging computers. But your job isn’t without its drawbacks. 

Sometimes, the days are long and arduous. The constant customer interaction doesn’t help matters; you’re a bit of an introvert, requiring five business days to recover from just a few hours of socializing. 

So, forgive you for seeking a little respite in the form of your favorite set of pajamas and fuzzy slippers as you ease into your apartment. 

The weight of the world sloughs off your shoulders when the door leading inside clicks shut behind you. You sigh gratefully, the sound of your keys clattering against your entryway table, intermingling with that of your AC humming to life.

You hang your bag and sweater on the coat rack. Trade your uncomfortable shoes for house slippers, the soreness in your heels slowly retreating. The last vestiges of sunlight creep through the slits of your blinds to bathe your home in its ethereal glow before ducking behind the horizon. 

Your apartment is humble. Has a natural, minimalistic vibe with bits of decor displaying your personality sprinkled throughout. You already pay the price of a kidney and two lungs to stay here. No use investing in posh furniture when your job sometimes requires you to pick up and go at the drop of a hat.

Your stomach growls whilst you draw your curtains shut and turn on some ambient lighting via your phone. You’ll eat soon, you promise. For now, you’re on a mission. 

Quietly, you move through your home in search of your laundry area, thoroughly prepared to slip into your PJs following a shower to jumpstart your weekend. 

Too bad a pile of sopping wet clothes awaits you when you open your dryer door. 

“Goddammit,” said under your breath as you mash the power button. It won’t turn on. Figures. You kick the offending appliance. Stupid thing must be out again. 

You had set your clothes to dry before you left for work. You were looking forward to snuggling up with wine and your favorite show, donned in comfy clothes. Seems your dryer had other plans.

You should’ve replaced it months ago when it first started acting up. You had hoped to salvage it a little longer; appliances don’t come cheap these days. Besides, you’ve had a darling neighbor to fix it each time. To extend its lifespan. 

Speaking of which—

Chewing your lip, you pad over your cold, hardwood floor to snatch your phone from the coffee table. Fall onto your couch cushions with a devious smile twitching your lips. It’s getting late, so you don’t think to badger him into tinkering with your dryer tonight. However, perhaps he’ll let you utilize his. At least until you can use your day off tomorrow to shop for a replacement.

You hover your thumb over his contact, his name flanked by crow emojis. Contemplate calling him, but what if he’s busy? This is usually about the time he’s leaving. Instead, you settle for opening your messaging app, already conjuring an excuse.

(You): 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛💥💥💥 (Sylus): lol (Sylus): good morning to you too. (You): 😒😒😒 dude it’s like 6  (Sylus): 🤷‍♂️ (Sylus): im just now getting up. long day at the office.  (Sylus): whats up? (You): are you busy tonight?? (Sylus): not really. 😏 what did you have in mind ? (You): pause. not like that (Sylus): 😢 (You): my dryer’s out again (Sylus): ah. want me to take a look? (You): nah you already do so much (You): is it cool if i use yours tho? 😬😬😬 (You): i’ll bring you booze (Sylus): lol (Sylus): its fine sweetie. doors unlocked. ill be in the shower. help yourself. (You): 🙏🙏🙏

You take your time gathering your saturated clothes into a basket. On your way out, you snag a bottle of Merlot from your fridge.

No matter how often you’ve been here, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how much more… put together Sylus’ place is compared to yours.

It suits him—the black and red furniture, the stylish accents littering his apartment. It smells delightful inside, a mixture of mahogany and amber enmeshed with remnants of food. Soulful jazz flows from a record player, fitting the sepia-toned glow of floor lamps and candles flickering on every other surface.

You toe the door shut behind you. Feel so small and out of place amid his decor. You’ve only recently started coming here, having spent much of your time together inside your apartment. Regardless, you navigate his space like it’s your second home, finding his washer and dryer set.

After starting your clothes in the dryer, you wander back to the living room, hands stuffed in the pockets of your cardigan. You take some time to admire the atmosphere. Fingers skim over the various vinyls organized on a built-in bookcase on the wall.

You snort with a half-smile. You know so little about your neighbor, yet you know just enough to be this comfortable with him.

He’s a music buff; that much is for sure. He’s clearly made of money if the luxurious furniture and his car are anything to go by. You don’t press him about what he does for a living. Figure he values his privacy above all else, unlike you.

You’re an open book. The primary yapper in your acquaintanceship, prattling on about your life and aspirations. And he just sits there, wordlessly nodding with a polite smile behind the rim of his glass. Where you would otherwise be wary of being in someone’s home like this, you feel safe around him in a way that almost terrifies you.

“Admiring the decor,” teases a voice from behind. 

You jolt, spinning around like you’ve been caught stealing. You’re met with a smirk beneath scarlet eyes, twinkling with mischief. Strands of white cling to Sylus’ forehead, damp from the warm spray of his shower. He towels his hair dry, maneuvering around the living set towards you.

“Hey, you,” you greet, trying to play it cool. Like your heart isn’t hammering and heat isn’t branching into your cheeks. You attempt to maintain eye contact. It’s increasingly difficult to do so with his physique peeking through his t-shirt and sweats like that.

“Hey, yourself.” There’s amusement in the deep gravel of his voice. A smile in his eyes as he studies you, draping his towel around his shoulders.

You swallow. Try to divert the subject, motioning to his record collection. “You got some new tunes, I see.”

A chuckle is dredged from the bowels of his chest. You feel it pull in your stomach. “Sure did. Got something you might like.” 

God help you as he reaches around you, the fine hairs littering your body standing on end, your mouth agape like a fish out of water.

Unconsciously, you step back, your spine softly thudding against the records display. Your heartbeat’s on a warpath, and you swallow against the dryness of your throat as the veiny, sinewy muscle in his forearm stains your periphery.

He gives you a bemused look before slowly peeling a record from the shelf behind you. Steps back to fish out the vinyl and settle it on the platter, replacing the record that was just playing. 

You release a breath you were unaware of holding. Good job playing it cool, dumbass.

“You alright?” Sylus quizzes with a raised brow. “You seem a little on edge tonight, sweetie.”

You sigh, schooling an unconvincing smile onto your face. Try to ignore how the term of endearment glides off his tongue so effortlessly. You wonder how many other people he addresses like that. 

“Work was…rough today. Kicked my ass. I’m tired.” 

A snarling sound invades the space between you, heard over the gentle croon of the new music. Your eyes fall to your stomach. You rub it placatingly. In all your haste to have some dry friggin’ clothes, you forgot to eat. 

“And hungry, too,” you sheepishly add.

You glance up, and Sylus’ gaze tracks from your stomach to your face. He smirks knowingly, motioning with a nod toward his kitchen. 

“Figured you didn’t eat yet. I made carbonara if you’d like some.”

You smile wryly at his back as he pads away, carrying the scent of cedarwood and bergamot with him. Where would you be without such a doting neighbor? 

You track him to the kitchen. Leaning against the threshold, you watch him procure a bottle of water from his fridge. It’s so very small, dwarfed by his massive hand.

“I suddenly got called for a Teams meeting five minutes ago.” 

Your heart drops, the smile nearly falling from your face. And here you thought you’d have his company over dinner.

Suddenly, he taps your nose, drawing you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t noticed when he got closer, swaddled in the static of your bodies being so close. “Where did you run off to,” he rasps, searching your gaze for something. 

The proximity of your bodies grows stifling, his warm breath glazing over your skin, dizzying. When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he steps back, leaving you shell-shocked and utterly confused. 

“In the meantime, make yourself at home. You know where everything is,” he says, brushing past you with an air of finality. 

You strain your ears for the noise of a distant door shutting before you make your move, rummaging through his cupboards and drawers for a plate and cutlery. After you’ve scooped a decent helping of food onto your plate, you settle onto one of his velvet couches, cross-legged and shoveling food into your maw. 

The fluttering of wings piques your interest. You’ve hardly any time to acknowledge him before a tuft of black, iridescent feathers shines from Sylus’ coffee table. The crow studies you curiously, ingesting you with his beady eyes before he preens himself.

“Me-fith-toe!” you greet around a mouthful of food. 

Said crow ducks away, dodging errant crumbs and spit flying from your mouth, cawing in protest. You give him a rueful look. 

Sylus has a soft spot for animals. You noted it the first time you entered his apartment, greeted by his boisterous companion. Funny; he doesn’t look like the type to have such an eccentric pet. 

But Sylus has found numerous ways of pleasantly surprising you, revealing parts of himself to you bit by agonizing bit.

“Chicken?” you say after finally swallowing, offering a forkful of pasta to the bird. Mephisto scrutinizes the food before resigning himself to pecking at it. You smile fondly, your eyes crinkling with mirth. “Mephisto, you cannibal.”

Lulled by the occasional flap of Mephisto’s wings and Sylus’ even tone murmuring things of business somewhere far off in his home, you fall into a familiar rhythm, quietly waiting for your clothes to dry.

You spend the remainder of your evening in your neighbor’s company, drinking Merlot and judging each other’s music tastes, long after your pajamas have dried and settled in the dryer.

“So, have you boned yet?”

You choke on your waffle. Pound on your chest with the heel of your palm to dislodge it. You turn narrowed eyes on the source of the question. She merely shrugs from across the table, sipping her mimosa as if she’s asked the most innocent thing. 

“Bitch.”

“What?” She appears nonplussed, setting her champagne flute down with a definitive clack. All serious when she returns your stare over crossed arms, and you know you’re in for it. 

“You talk about the guy so much I figured you would’ve already, ya know…” The humping gesture she makes under the table is a bit much. 

You blanch. “No, dumbass, I haven’t boned.” Your voice peters towards the end of your sentence. And you peer down at the napkin folded in your lap, heat prickling your face. 

You won’t deny Sylus is good-looking. More like he could be someone modeling Prada on a catwalk. Can’t pretend you haven’t entertained the thought of being a little closer to him, too. More than just the late nights spent talking or him fixing something you broke.

You shake your head. Of all the times you’ve been tucked away in either of your apartments, he’s never made a move on you. Sure, he’s said some pretty suss things. Flirted with you outside of your usual banter. 

And maybe he’s done things to confuse the ever-loving hell out of you—cooked you breakfast when you were drunk off your ass and hungover the next morning. Lended you one of his expensive record players. Shacked up at your place a few times under the guise of “coming to get Mephisto.” But—

Nah. He’s not like that. You’re just neighbors, right? Unofficial friends. Friends hang out all the time, right?

“He’s not like that,” you say brattishly, stuffing more food into your face. At least not with you. 

You don’t miss your coworker’s fox-like grin spreading in your periphery. She taps her cheek thoughtfully, watching you like a smug sibling about to snitch. 

“Sure, sure. If you say so. He’s still a man, though. He might not have tried you yet—”

“Hush,” you interject. The table shakes, cups rattling as you saw into your sausage with your fork and butter knife. You’re done with this conversation.

Try as you might, however, you can’t banish your thoughts revolving around him. Especially with your coworker watching you like that, silently egging you on.

He’s not that kind of guy. 

He’s still a man, though. 

You’ve repeated it like a mantra throughout your day, even as you mindlessly clacked away at your computer. 

Work was a blur. An exhausting blur. Day gave way to the soothing exhale of night, and you were finally nestled in the quiet sanctuary of your apartment, on your couch, entertaining yourself with a game of Uno. It wasn’t much fun playing alone, but you needed a distraction from the mess of your mind when your favorite show couldn’t help. 

It’s a quarter past 9 when a shuffling sound in the breezeway outside your apartment catches your attention. It’s accompanied by the echoed rasp of a recognizable voice, chuckling and murmuring indiscernible things. 

You peel yourself from your couch as if on autopilot, nose pressed against the cold metal of your door as you peer through the peephole.

It’s your nightly ritual—waiting like an overzealous puppy to greet or send off your neighbor. You don’t always get the luxury of saying goodnight in person. Sometimes, he’s gone for days—weeks—at a time. You don’t know the semantics of his job, but you make it your mission to help assuage whatever burdens he shoulders whenever you can.

He’s there to help you, after all. Whether with a glass of wine, a warm meal, or his company.

So, forgive you for wanting to be a decent neighbor. And you would be tonight if not for the scene that passes through the fisheye of your peephole.

It’s Sylus, clad in something flattering and expensive. There’s no mistaking his broad back and shoulders. The purl of his voice, the wispy dusting of alabaster hair on his collar. But the smaller frame with him, well—

Your heart plummets into your stomach.

She’s pretty from what you can glean from the limited view of your peephole. Donned in a dress that’s form-fitting, voice high and light. Giggling silly things, fastened to Sylus’ side, held there by a virile arm draped around her middle. She’s drunk if the sloppy lean of her body is anything to go by. Sylus angles himself near her ear to whisper something, ushering in a new set of giggles.

You watch with your breath corked in your esophagus until they slide into his apartment together, their enmeshed voices fading from the stilled walls of the hallway.

Huh. Well, so much for him not being that type of guy. 

You grapple with this new revelation, a furrow between your brows, hands falling listlessly at your sides. Numb as you drag yourself back to your couch, bouncing comically on the cushions.

You don’t even know why you’re upset. He's a grown man with a…life. You think. 

It’s the first time you’ve witnessed him bringing someone to his place other than you, but it’s only natural for a guy like him to have options. He’s far from hideous. Has the gift of gab, for God’s sake. He’s charming and the very definition of masculine. 

It just stings a little, knowing that it’s not…you that he’s touching like that. 

So, you are definitely not flinging Uno cards onto the coffee table. Muttering things to yourself, gripping the stack in your hands so tightly, the plastic squeaks. What’s even got your undies in a bunch? The man’s not yours. You’ve never screwed around. Never really showed signs of wanting to, so it makes sense he would seek pleasures of the flesh elsewhere. His world doesn’t solely revolve around you as much as you would like for it to.

You’re halfway through a third round of angry card-flinging before a soft rap at your door nearly sends you some 30 feet into the air.

Stomping to your entrance, you peek through the peephole, and your heart works overtime when you catch sight of a wash of black and scarlet.

Internally, you scold yourself for how gullible you are. You throw the door open like you weren’t just cursing him and his stupid existence moments ago. Try to act nonplussed, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe with a haughty look. 

Of course, he would smell good. Look good, propped against the threshold like that, an amused cant to his lips, his physique devastating beneath the tight cling of his turtleneck.

“Hey,” he greets, the sound breathy and easy like warmed honey. 

“Hey, yourself.”

He studies you for a bit. Eyes flicker over your face, and you tamp down the sparkling rush of warmth that wades over your skin at the attention. Even when you’re mad at him, your attraction still finds an annoying way of creeping through the seams.

“This is going to sound incredibly strange, and feel free to tell me to piss off, but…do you mind if I crash on your couch for the night?”

You stand up straight. Blink owlishly, mouth opening and closing. “Huh?” is all you’re able to muster. 

He chuckles, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this side of bashful. “Yeah. It’s a…bit of a long story, sweetie.”

“O-Okay,” you say, rigidly moving aside.

“Thanks.” The charm is back on, turned up to max capacity. He brushes past you into your apartment, falling onto your couch with a huff. Quirks a brow at the mishap on your table, the carnage having spilled onto the floor. 

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but were you playing Uno by yourself?”

You ignore him, plopping cross-legged on a floor cushion adjacent to him. Bypassing the tick in your brow, you look off to the side, fighting the embarrassment threatening to take hold of your visage. Shouldn’t he be across the hall, entertaining his company?

“Shut up and grab some cards,” you grumble to dispel the green-eyed thoughts stewing in your mind.

“Bossy.” But he doesn’t contest you, gathering the abused cards to shuffle them. 

The remainder of your evening slides by with comfortable quips. With booze and a break to catch up on Love Is Blind—somehow, he’d roped you into watching it. 

You had no idea he was such a sap. Nearly forgotten how miffed you were mere hours ago. 

He assuaged your worries with an explanation as the sun crept over the city. 

The girl in his apartment was an old colleague who’d gotten drunk and convinced herself that she was anything but. 

Being a good samaritan, Sylus brought her to his place to sober up since the apartment complex wasn’t too far from the main strip of bars. He didn’t want any issues when she inevitably woke up. Messing with drunk people wasn’t his thing. 

So that’s how he ended up here, inhabiting your couch like he’d always been a part of the decor. 

He didn’t owe you an explanation. You were just friends. Still, you couldn’t help the quiet smile that twitched your lips after he cleared the air.

At some point in the morning, you both fell asleep. He looked all serene, too big for your sofa, but comfortable. You watched his lashes flutter from your place on the floor, his lips parting with soundless exhales. Even in sleep, he maintained that guarded aura, his arms folded across his chest. 

You were bleary-eyed, gathering yourself from the hardwood to fetch a blanket to drape over him. He shifted, and he was so pretty with the sun bathing him in an angelic glow like that, his hair bright like a halo. 

You were about to retreat to your bedroom when an abrupt knock tore you from your reverie. You glanced at your guest, ensuring he went undisturbed. He needed the rest. He was a night owl, and something about the sun vexed him, so he typically spent his days sleeping when you weren’t impeding on his time.

You moved to the door, foregoing the peephole to open it. Big mistake.

On the other side stood Little Miss Pretty from the night prior, impatiently tapping her foot. Her hair was flattened on one side, and her dress was askew. By the looks of it, sleep hadn’t been kind to her.

“Hi, good morning,” she sighed, schooling her expression into fake politeness. She straightened herself as best she could, but the white patch of dried slob staining her chin did little to help her plight. You bit back a snicker. 

“I’m looking for a friend. He lives across from you. His name’s Skye.”

You quirked a brow at that. Skye? Oh, honey…

You wondered how many other people Sylus had fed a fake alias to. Or if Sylus was even his real name.

“Haven’t seen him,” you chirped over crossed arms. Pulled the door slightly closed behind you, barring the woman from getting a peek at him, nuzzled up so cozily on your couch.

She sighed with slumped shoulders. A childish pout warped her lips. Her voice shifted into something more bratty. “You sure? Tall guy, white hair, red eyes? You can’t miss ‘em.”

“Not ringing a bell, hun. Sorry.”

It was taking all of you to keep up this ruse. You were fighting so hard to tamp down your amusement. This woman reminded you of an antagonist in a Korean drama, the way she was kicking and huffing about. 

“Where the hell did he go,” she groused. You watched her draw her phone from the pocket of her fur coat, your throat growing dry. 

Your blood turned to ice when a familiar ringtone chimed in your apartment behind you. You stiffened comically; mouth hinged open with shock.

The woman’s expression morphed into one of suspicion. She tried to look inside your home, the upbeat ring of Sylus’ phone still flooding the uncomfortable silence.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to assert her way inside. “What the fu—”

“Hey, girlie. Back the hell off before I call the police,” you warned with a hand pushed to her sternum. She insisted on being unruly, so you snatched your taser from the entryway table, the telltale blue sparks and sharp whip of static causing the woman to jolt back with alarm.

“You’re both insane!” she shouted from the hallway, the stomp of her heels reverberating off the walls as she made her way to the stairwell. 

With a relieved sigh deflating your chest, you eased the door shut. Leaned against it, glancing at the man of the hour. He was still fast asleep, his leg dangling off the edge of your sofa. You smirked knowingly, shaking your head as you disappeared into your bedroom. 

You’d let him sleep for as long as he needed. And you’d give him shit when he awoke about his taste in acquaintances. 

(Sylus): hungry? (You): a little. was gonna make some ramen if you want (Sylus): 🤢 (Sylus): that stuffs terrible for your digestion sweetie.  (Sylus): how about i make you dinner instead ? (Sylus): at the supermarket. need anything? (You): 😲😲😲 (You): you keep spoiling me and i might think you like me (Sylus): 😏 (You): nvm. no don’t need anything. lemme know when you’re back (You): i can help with groceries (Sylus): now who likes who? (You): fkdkos (Sylus): ? (You): sorry fat fingers 

You have a nasty habit of not using your peephole as of late.

Your apartment came with one for a reason. Sure, your neighborhood’s been pretty tame since you’ve moved here. But that doesn’t mean the occasional weirdo doesn’t slip past security, roaming the halls and startling the other tenants. 

You’ve found yourself forgoing the use of it a lot lately, given the only person who typically knocks on your door is the guy across the hall. And he usually calls or texts before he bugs you, but that doesn’t stop him from being spontaneous. You suppose today is one of those such cases after he manipulated you with dinner. 

Maybe his hands are full, you muse, unlocking your door. Though you’re doubtful he can’t handle a few bags. You’ve seen him in action at the community gym, thick cords of muscle rippling beneath a tan stretch of skin. 

You draw the door open with a smile, expecting to see a customary thatch of white. What confronts you instead sends a tide of dread washing over your innards. 

“Oh, thank God you’re home,” breathes a voice you haven’t heard in months. A voice that still makes your body stiffen, and your blood run cold. 

When your senses return, you step back into your apartment, thoroughly intending to slam the door in your ex’s face. They’re quicker, however, wedging themselves in the gap before you can shut it. Grabbing for you, a crazed look warping their features.

“Baby, please! Talk to me! I miss you!”

You bat at their hand, trying vainly to crush them, to scare them off. It’s to no avail, and you wonder if they’re coked up, giving you a run for your money as they try to bully their way into your home.

There’s a softball bat propped on the wall, and your fingers brush the base of it in your attempt to grab it. Something to defend yourself since your taser’s out of reach, tucked somewhere in your bag. 

The sounds of your struggle intermingle, your voice strained and panting, please please please, and your ex’s caught between sobs of your name. 

Just a little further. Just—

Suddenly, there’s no more resistance in your door. You stumble against it, a wild look in your eyes. And then, there is the noise of a brief scuffle. Of a back being shoved against a wall, of rusting plastic bags, of “Who the fuck are you?!”

Amid your panicked frenzy, you glance up to see a back to you. Barring you from the view beyond your threshold, and your body’s awash with relief as you register your savior’s form.

“You would do well to piss off,” seethes Sylus, and there’s an edge to his voice you’ve never heard before. You feel it furling in your stomach, burning your lungs. And in this moment, you don’t know who to be more afraid of.

Your ex makes a sound of protest, but you imagine the cut of Sylus’ eyes deterring them.

There is the scuffling of shoes across the concrete flooring of the breezeway, and you listen with bated breath until the cacophony fades at the foot of the stairs, willing your heart to ease down.

Scarlet eyes shift to you, brows knit with concern. “Who was that?” Sylus asks, tone cautious as if he doesn’t want to startle you more than you’ve already been.

You right yourself, smoothing out the wrinkles of your clothes. Finally grab your bat, waving it intimidatingly as you step aside to let your neighbor in.

“My stupid ex. Just know you saved their life. ‘cause I was gonna—” You make swinging gestures, the metal bat swooping in the air. The corners of Sylus’ eyes crinkle. 

“Slow down before you hurt yourself.” He kneels to retrieve the bags he’d tossed down in his haste to intervene. You scurry over to help, gathering up spilled food.

Once you’re both inside, the bags placed haphazardly on the counter, you’re seated on your sofa, nursing the rush of adrenaline still spuming through you like the hot rush of a geyser. 

“You need to get a restraining order,” says Sylus. He emerges from your kitchen with a tense set to his jaws, two bottles of Angry Orchard clasped between his fingers. 

Plopping down beside you, an arm draped over the headrest, he shoves a bottle into your hand, side-eyeing you as he throws his head back for a swig. 

You babysit the cider, the crisp condensation of it serving to ground you. “Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m not asking, sweetie.”

You bristle under the weight of his tone, feeling much like a scolded child. You know this. Should’ve done it long ago the first time your ex took it upon themselves to do surprise pop-ups at your place—at your job.  

“And an alarm system.”

“I know, I know.”

“I can take you right now to look for one—”

“I got it, Sy! Fuck, I-I got it.” You release a weighted sigh, warring with yourself. 

Not only do you feel silly for being so lackadaisical with your life. But now, you feel even worse for the seemingly impenetrable silence that settles between you. You didn’t mean to yell, frustration and adrenaline having burbled to the surface. He was just worried. No need to take your emotions out on him. 

Sylus exhales slowly, an unreadable expression descending onto his face whilst staring at the wall.

“Sorry,” you murmur, unconsciously patting his quad. You don’t miss how he stiffens; don’t miss the tight coiling of tendons in his neck. You retract your hand, instead drumming your fingers along the bottom of your bottle.

“I’m assuming this isn’t the first time this has happened,” queries Sylus in an attempt to dispel the tense atmosphere.

You shake your head, shrinking into yourself. Stare at your lap, pulling at some frayed threads in your bottoms. 

“How did they even manage to get up here?”

You shrug. The security guards at the gates aren’t always the most attentive. Besides, sometimes, the pin pad leading into the lobby malfunctions, making it easier for anyone to just slip into your complex.

Unprompted, you begin to bare yourself, explaining the possibilities of why your ex showed up.

Sylus listens attentively. Doesn’t interrupt you, watching the subtle shifts of your expressions as you speak. 

You tell him that things weren’t bad in the beginning about two years ago. How your ex said and did all the right things, and they were wonderful. But they wanted something you weren’t ready for. You had some growing up to do, so you broke things off. Moved to another city, started a new job. 

You didn’t bank on them following you. 

The visits were random at first. Occasional run-ins at the park, the bar. Things soon blossomed into something more concerning when your ex found your new address after you relocated to another part of the city to ease the stress of the commute. 

This was their second time making an appearance at your door. You knew you should’ve done something to protect yourself sooner, but you didn’t think much of it then. Figured they would live and let be. Today proved otherwise. 

“You’re grossly naive, sweetie.” 

You snort before gulping down the remnants of your cider. “Way to make me feel better.”

He chuckles, and it’s comforting, your thighs pressing together amid your dinky couch. “It’s what I’m here for. But I could understand how you could drive someone to such extremes.”

You glare at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means…” 

Before you know what’s about, he’s panning in, flooding your vision with the scarlet shine of his eyes. With the wispy dance of his lashes until his breath fans over your molten cheeks. Limber fingers sneak beneath your chin, slightly tilting your head back. 

Warmth wades over you. Your breath swells in your chest. Lips purse as a mysterious shade of burgundy leaks over his irises. His voice drops a few octaves, husky, the sound of it pinching in your stomach.

“It means that you’re someone worth fighting for.”

You scoff, shaking yourself away from his hold. Ignore the bashfulness creeping into your face in favor of being a cheeky little shit. 

“All right, Li Shang. Getting a little too serious over there.”

He huffs a laugh in response, popping up to grab another round of ciders from your fridge.

Ingredients sat untouched on the countertop as your evening eased by. You’d settled on a pizza, catching up on shows and talking, long after the moon had pinned itself to the center of the sky. 

Sylus promised to teach you how to use a gun. He had plenty and would carve out time in his schedule to take you to a range. He didn’t press much after, instead letting the weight of your evening melt from your shoulders. 

He was reluctant to leave you, even after sunbeams spilled through your blinds and you snoozed so quietly, cheek propped against his shoulder. 

His hand never left your thigh. Possessive in its touch as he mirrored your affections from before. 

It’s strange.

Today is your birthday. You’re enjoying yourself, filled with enough alcohol to tranquilize a small goat. 

Your co-workers had dragged you out. Surprised you with dinner, a cake. Took you to the strip of bars lining the streets adjacent to your apartment complex. You were all smiles until your cheeks ached, and you’d nearly thrown up from laughing so much. 

Still, you feel…empty. Like something is missing. Or someone. 

You look at your phone for the umpteenth time. Scroll through your messages, reliving the moment in your head. 

Sylus was the first to wish you a happy birthday. It made you swell with overwhelming happiness, knowing he’d woken up so early to be the first to say it. You don’t think you’ve ever cried harder when he sent a voice message of him singing “Happy Birthday.”

God, for everything he was good at, poor baby couldn’t hold a note to dig himself out of a hole. Still, you cherished the gesture, lying in bed for the first hour you’d been awake, replaying said message and rolling around your bed like an enamored teen.

Even now, you replay the voice note, holding the speaker to your ear. It’s hard to hear it amid the live band playing and the merriment around you at the bar. Try as you might to enjoy what remains of your night, you can’t keep your thoughts from drifting back to a certain smug figure clad in black. 

(You): 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛💥💥💥 (Sylus): hows it going birthday babe? (You): 😭😭😭 (You): u shuld be her e (Sylus) im sorry sweetie. i had some work to catch up on.  (Sylus): you must be having a good time. 😏 (You): fuk wrk 🖕🖕🖕 (You): am not drink ur dronk (Sylus): lol. you sound plastered. (Sylus): do i need to come rescue you? (You): hum (Sylus): ? (You): hone (You): home (Sylus): 🫤 (Sylus): we need to have a serious talk about you enabling autocorrect. (You): r u (You): home (Sylus): about to be. why ?? (Sylus): sweetie?

Somehow, you find yourself staring at the glossy, black numbers embossed on the top center of his door. 302. It’s ingrained in your memory. You’d probably find your way to his apartment with your eyes closed, driven to it by the familiar smell and homeliness it exudes. 

You’re still a little tipsy. Took some time to sober up as best you could before ditching your friends and catching an Uber back to your complex. You had enough sense to gather everything you’d shown up with. Didn’t hitch a ride with any strangers regardless of how many of them tried to pull you into their arms as you stumbled out of the bar. 

You had a one-track mind. Only wanted to spend the rest of your birthday with him.

With a goofy smile plastered on your face, you knock on his door. You’re singing that infectious song you can’t get out of your head when it swings open.

“Apateu-pateu, apateu-pateu,” you chant, shaking your hips from side to side.

He greets you with an omniscient smirk, eyes softening whilst leaning against the doorframe. “Well, hello, birthday babe.”

“Sup!” you return a little too enthusiastically, pitching forward until Sylus steadies you with his hands. You giggle like a drunken fool, peering at him. Hadn’t realized how good his hands felt, searing through the fabric of your top. 

Come to think of it, you hadn’t noticed many things about him before. His lips are a pretty shade of pink. Skin textured, nose sharp, cheeks high. Little flecks of amber dwell between the scarlet rinse of his eyes. His hair falls into his face, damp from the shower he probably had before answering the door.

“I take it you had a good night,” he says, gaze painting a steady triangle between your eyes and mouth.

“Almost,” you whisper back, surprised by the huskiness of your voice. You lose yourself in the idle stir of his eyes. In the fragility of his smile, and you feel so safe in his hands like this. 

You don’t know what compels you to do it. To conquer the space of hot, dizzying breaths between you. But, you sort of…well…

Your inhibitions hit the floor. With your fingers wrapped tenderly around his wrists, you angle yourself closer to kiss him. You almost pull away when he stiffens. But he seemingly relaxes, and his lips cautiously move against yours as he unconsciously guides you closer.

You cling to the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He encircles your waist in his powerful arms, fastening you to the hard press of his body. He kisses you like he’s waited lifetimes to do it, one hand molding around the apple of your cheek. 

When your tongue sloppily prods the barrier of his teeth, he bristles. Draws away from you with a resounding smack, blinking wildly. You’re confused. Your heart sinks. You try again to draw him back in, but he gently pushes you away, shaking his head to dispel the bleariness. To chase away the spell that’s fallen over you. 

“Baby, wait. No. Not…not like this,” he rasps through kiss-swollen lips, holding you by your hips. You’re wounded. A hot flush of embarrassment washes over you, and your brows knit together like those of a confused puppy.

“Wha-what’s wrong? Did I—am I—”

“No, no, you’re…you're perfect,” he soothes with a chuckle, a thumb gliding over your bottom lip. “Beautiful, even. I just…I don’t think now is a good time to do this.”

“Oh.” You deflate, a scorching film of tears clouding your vision. “Oh, okay. Um, I’ll just—yeah, I’ll go. I’ll…see you around, I guess.”

You slide out of his arms, too mortified to look back as you fumble with your keys. After he murmurs a hoarse, “good night.” Did you misread him before? Misinterpret his actions, his words? 

You’re numb as you sink into your couch. Sobriety slowly creeps in. Stray tears blister your cheeks, but you don’t full-on sob. Can’t bring yourself to, instead laughing hysterically with your face buried in your hands, swallowed by the bleak loneliness of your apartment.

Happy Birthday, indeed.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's Wild Out There but the Kisses are Good

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - I’m really enjoying this show. But I will be glad when it ends next week. I’m ready. The motorcycle rescue in the middle of the kidnapping sequence was so absurdly bad I actually laughed. Meanwhile, in the hospital room did you notice Q’s dad used chan/nai with Min? I actually gasped out “oh, mad respect “ when he did. Papang it’s so damn hot, could he PLEASE get the lead in a BL? Please GMMTV.  

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 9 of 15 - I like Earn’s sincerity and open admission in the new version, and I like how genuine and delicate Noh is coping with someone crushing on him. Probably because he knows how painful it is from the other side. The conversation between Phun and Aim was much better and more kind in the new version, too. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here. 

Every You Every Me (Mon Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like this couple a lot, and not just because of all the sex positivity. I just enjoy their dynamic of artist and musician, introvert extrovert. Anybody wondering about that “up against the window blurring thing” with the shirt off the shoulder? That’s a very very old yaoi trope (mostly office yaoi from the early 2000s) that I haven’t seen in a long time. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it in Thai BL…… wild. 

Meanwhile, let the weird interweaving of the filming crew begin. The show within a show that we all suspected was due is now happening. I’m not sure about that. (I worry it will be some clumsy commentary on pair branding.) But how hot does Fiat look these days? 

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 7 of 16 - I really don’t like the second storyline. It find it unpleasant. I also don’t think the chemistry between Maxky and Bas is good. In fact I begin to suspect Star Hunter should cut Bas lose. Yes I said it.

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 1-2 of 10 - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped in a boys school and a panther falls in love with him. How does a penguin know how to read? OK I’m not gonna try to figure out the logic of this show. There is none. Do I like it? Not sure. I’m not mad about the dynamic or the setting but the main foundational conceit is…… odd. It’s not uncommon in BL, the “my cat boyfriend” thing has been done for many years now. So I know what to expect. It’s not that. Or is it? I do like how the actor playing Junior looks a bit like a bird. I also like how the actor playing Sun really does behave like a cat in his social interactions, it’s funny. I think…… I’m not wild about this so far, but I like it better than I thought I would. Love seeing Jaonine & Nokia in any form. 

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT?) ep 3 of 24 - I just don’t like Arc and Arm. Sorry not sorry. However, I do like the sides and future couples. So I’m sticking with this one. 

Jack & Joker (Mon IQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - Because I heard this episode was really rough and the world is a mess I gave this one a miss this week. We’ll see if I’m up for it next week.

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) 12 eps - (starts tomorrow) A naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) ep 7 end - Ooooo counter lift!!! And caught in the act. Very nice. It was a really good final episode and an absolutely fantastic kiss.

In summation: 

Two men work their last few days together at a failing company. I like this but I’m not sure I should like it. This is a classic office romance, short even for Korea, with more than usual workplace harassment (even for BL) in the guise of aggressive pursuit from older boss to younger employee. (The optics are NOT good.) It reminded me of Jun and Jun only shorter, colder, and with more dub con. Now, I happen to be one of the few who truly loved Jun and Jun, it’s very much my style of KBL. I think that’s part of why I liked this one so much. But I suspect that might have given this show too much shine by association. Still, eminently rewatchable and it’s nice to have Korean IP drop on YouTube. 8/10 

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 2 of 11 - Another one that is about abuse, but for some reason I don’t mind it as much as I did Let Free the Curse. Maybe it’s Japan? Maybe it’s the disinterested nature of the director’s lens? This show is examining the inclination of teenagers towards spectatorhood out of fear, while simultaneously giving us a contrived spectator’s perspective with its style of the filming. For example: there is a lot of shots in alleyways and looking in and out of apertures (like doorways and windows) at Hirukawa. He’s often seen from a distance, because Minase thinks of him as distant and somewhat like a specimen. It’s very clever and what I expect from Japan. But it also makes me feel distanced from the characters and their story (intentionally, I believe) which means it’s less raw than Curse, and a lot easier for me to watch. In other words, I am observing this BL, not living it. But that’s the point. And because of that, I’m also liking it. But I’m extremely wary. Japan never drops a kiss early on in a series without some serious trauma to follow.

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 5 of 13 - I love them all very much. Carry on.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 12 - So far as I can gather it was episode five that got this one censored and kicked off the air in China. So now we are in unchartered (and presumably only lightly censored) territory. Honestly? I have no idea how they get away with what they get away with these days. Onto the actual meet of the show. I don’t think the teacher should be flirting with the kid if he’s gonna blow hot and cold like that. He is ostensibly the mature one in the relationship. Although if he’s flirting with a child, that is clearly not the case. I get the conflict of the main characters a bit more. Because it’s all about class and the risks that you can take with your identity depending on how much autonomy you have in society. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 8 of ? - Basically this is just a narrative about bullying. And I’d like to get onto the revenge portion of the program, and that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. I do love that Dat asked for permission to kiss. Consent is very sexy. Also it was a good tentative careful cautious timid first kiss. The actors are older but it felt high school. (Although apparently Bach entirely kissed away Dat’s injury.) 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 9 of 12 eps - Gosh I really do like this couple. And I like the legal proceedings. But I’m worried about whether this show is going to end well. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Frankly I didn’t want LITA the original, so I’m pretty sure I don’t want the Japanese cliffs notes version of LITA. It’s somehow softer, which I wasn’t expecting from Japan. But I don’t mind. The brevity and softness are improving matters, IMHO. I continue to unequivocally loathe the wardrobe department. I’m offended on the actors’ behalf. 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 11-12 end - An odd and somewhat lackluster piece about two college friends, one Thai and one Korean, who get together and become boyfriends while investigating murderer - each speaking in their own language. Neither the BL component nor the murder component was well executed or engaging. It’s not terrible, but that’s no ringing endorsement. "Odd yet still somehow forgettable" is probably how I would put it. 6/10

It's airing but......

Love for Loves Sake got some kind of special supposed to air 11/9. Not sure what, why, or where. Only the rumor that it...... is. I'll believe it when I see it...... literally.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Secret Love (Sat YT) 10 eps - Another take on my beloved stepbrothers trope. Adopted into a rich family, boy falls in love. But when he is made the heir instead, everything goes wrong and he leaves. Now enemies the two boys reunite in uni.

DAMN IT! This is airing but in two minute increments on a proprietary app that’s mostly for Android, and it’s already up to episode 11. I’m not wild about this style of distribution, so I’m not gonna bother unless somebody cuts it together as a full piece. Although I do adore the premise.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me. And just very very odd. DNF

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL still to come:

11/20 Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love

11/20 The Heart Killers (Thai Weds Gaga) 12 eps - Jojo directs FirstKhao & JoongDunk in an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) who meet a tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and a mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao and that we have a take on the Taming of the ShrewBL. I like that everyone is morally gray. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only seen tackled in m/m romance novels (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). I'm excited. My only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy so…... this gonna be interesting.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Apparently I have feels about wardrobe departments this week, because, to use an old fashioned term, this look on him absolutely slaps. (Love Sick)

It's rare for Thai BL to beat out JBL in the fashion department.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[sweetonsugden]

Questions Misha has asked fans: (from the GISH 'Radical Self Acceptance' questionnaire)

What do you wish you could change about the person you are right now — not superficial things, or situational things, but about the way you interact with the world or a facet of your personality?

What are you ashamed of? What worries you?

What is the hardest thing for you to accept about the person you are right now?

What embarrasses you? Why?

Do you do anything that you pretend to value, but really isn’t all that important to you?

What was your strangest life experience?

Name something you used to like, but don't enjoy anymore. What replaced it, and what changed? 

Are you happy with how you spend most of your waking hours? Why or why not?

Who do you want to be?

What characteristics are important to you as a marker of a life well-lived? Do you embody them right now?

Over the past 5 years, a lot has happened and you’ve changed. What are three examples of ways you’ve grown, and three obstacles you still haven’t conquered?

What was one time when you overcame a seemingly insurmountable obstacle? Tell the story and what you learned.

Describe your “perfect” life. How does it differ from your current life?

He has also posted (unsolicited) naked pictures of himself online on at least three occasions. And the banana condom picture recently. He also has answered questions on Tumblr before. And responded to one ask with a suggestive poem he wrote about sucking the pips out of a watermelon. He also showed up uninvited to the AO3 event at Comic Con one year. And posted a celebratory tweet when Destiel reached over 100,000 fics on the site. He has joked on stage about BDSM and porn and "full penetration" with his co-stars. And of course there was the incident when he felt it was okay to publicly ask a room full of strangers if they were "introverts, extroverts or bisexual".

He has publicly shared stories about his experiences of poverty, parental neglect, homelessness, divorce, sex, threesomes, drugs.

But we should stick to asking him about what it was like working on Supernatural?

So, what you’re saying is that someone who controls what THEY feel like talking about, posting about, discussing, ON THEIR OWN TERMS automatically means it’s open season on whatever anyone wants to throw at them? Ah, I see. So… let’s say a woman wants to discuss her personal history and or make sexual innuendos about her own life and experiences means that anyone who pays money to talk to her can asked how hard she likes to take it? Because, I mean she did open the door to that conversation right?

Or, let’s say someone writes a book about their life story and you you pay money for the book, that means that you can get up at a book signing and ask them to share more trauma stuff because you’re curious? I mean, you did pay good money and all.

I guess you believe that if you pay money you get to dictate what an actor talks about because you own them for those five minutes that you have their attention, right?

As far as those questions from GISH, it sounds like a questionnaire based specifically on the topic of Radical Self Acceptance. Tell me, though….what does “describe something traumatic you’ve experienced” have to do with Supernatural or Castiel? What does asking Misha take a photo of your kissing his hipbones have to do with Supernatural or Castiel?

The regular panels ARE ABOUT SUPERNATURAL. He talks about all the more serious personal things about himself in a private show that doesn’t have a q&a and which he requests no one repeats what’s shared. There’s a difference.

Bottom line is, people like you want to compare someone being in control of what they share and what they do/discuss on their terms with believing you own someone because you paid some money for their time. That because he does what he feels like with his own information sharing, you get to treat him like he owes you something more.

If you think you’re going to convince me it’s the same thing, you are completely wasting both your time and mine.

[presumenothing]

Q: How do you balance the tensions between being yourself and being needed by the masses?

A: Well firstly I don't think I'm needed by the masses, that's a bit much of a pedestal LOL. But at my concerts I'll often tell everyone that first of all you've got to properly love yourself, and you've got to properly be yourself – you're the only one who knows how to be who you are. I think this is the one biggest takeaways I've had from the nearly 11 years since my debut, because without the support and energy from them… forget about being myself, I wouldn't even be able to really look at myself. Perhaps I would just be spending each day going between the things I have to do, maybe going from one class to another, or if I was working then between one completed job to another. And it's really difficult, finding that balance of being yourself. Because to be yourself in this world, that's just the hardest thing. Quite often there just isn't a way to be yourself.

As an introvert, I might even especially suggest for fellow introverts to interact with the outside world just a little more within situations you're comfortable in, because it's really not easy at all, being an introvert. And nowadays more people are willing to bring up the fact that they feel more and more like they're living an NPC life, like they're just side characters in someone else's plotline. But the way I see it is that everyone starts out as a side character and finds themselves from there. So you've got to first be somoeone else's side character, and while that's going on you must start writing your own plotline – you've got to find your own script, you can't always keep being that side character. Back then there were a lot of factors at play for me, but that's just how it is; it's a slow process, and I can't give you an answer because I'm also still searching for it myself.

[danandphileselevel4]

Did you go to TIT and if what show?

I did! I went to the TIT show in Tampa, FL. (Shout out to any Florida phannies out there. Reach out if you want to connect!) I thought TIT was fantastic but definitely overwhelming. I kind of felt like I was in a haze watching it. I didn’t get the meet and greet but I got silver and saw the Q&A. I also saw WAD, Interactive Introverts, and TATINOF. Even though I saw all the shows and met the boys it still feels bizarre (in a how is this happening way) every single time haha I think it always will! 💜

[oneeyedsparrow]

Arthur Finch

Age: 18

Born: February 10th, Aquarius

Kamii University, Freshman

Department of Literature, Studying Japanese Literature

Gender: Male ♂

Species: Human

Size: 162.56 cm  58 kg

Blood-type: A+

Likes: Drawing, Reading, Intelligence, Martial Arts and Katsudon. Favorite Literature: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Sexuality: Gay ⚣

Hobbies: Arthur really enjoys reading or drawing in his free time. You’ll usually see him at a cafe with his favorite horror book or sketching in one of his many sketchbooks. 

Personality: Athletic, Clever, Friendly, Introverted, clingy (only to Mira and later to Hide and Kaneki once he gets to know them.) Secretive about his family ties to the CCG, Pacifist (he avoids causing harm to pretty much anyone.) He strongly believes that violence leads to more violence. While being a pacifist he still believes in self-defense. He rarely if ever holds grudges. He’s Impulsive to act when he thinks someone is in danger. He is a little bit cowardly when it comes to his own life. He’s a bit spoiled because of his rich upbringing but he doesn’t see himself above anyone. He’s also stubborn in his beliefs. Background: Born to Victor and Emma Finch in the United States, Arthur lost his father at the age of 10. His mother remarried to Benjamin Willaims, an investigator under the American version of the CCG, The Department of Ghoul Defense. His mother died when he was 12, leaving him with his stepfather who got more invested in his work due to Arthur’s mother dying from a ghoul attack. The ghoul who was framed for the murder was eventually killed, and his wife was arrested for harboring a ghoul under her care. 

The ghoul who supposedly killed his mother had two offspring: Mira and Milo Walsh, two natural born half-ghouls who initially befriended Arthur out of petty revenge, though the former of the two grew to have an actual friendship with him while the other kept his resentment at the forefront of their interactions. It was thanks to his friend Mira that Arthur was able to find other options for himself, and to aid him with a surgery before making further plans for the future. 

While distant with his stepfather, Arthur decided to leave the country to pursue his life goals, taking his best friend Mira with him as the two settled into Japan to start a new life together. Arthur has no idea that Mira and Milo are half ghouls.  Arthur's gun is a black 44 magnum that has 6 rounds. The gun uses Q bullets. Arthur only uses this gun as his last and finally option.

Ships I'm okay with: Arthur x Kaneki, Arthur x Hide, Arthur x Hide x Kaneki. Mira X Arthur. Ships I'm not okay with: Arthur with anyone who Identifies as being female. (Arthur is gay sooo) Shuu Tsukiyama (I would be okay with it if their personalities didn't clash so much.) I'm okay with: Gore, NSFW, and even death of my OC (I'm pretty much cool with it all.) If you have any more questions about Arthur Finch Please DM me @websterweaver or @oneeyedsparrow @tokyoghoulartfight2024 This is my TG OC Feel free to attack me as I will definitely will do revenge! >:3 Ships I'm okay with: Arthur x Kaneki, Arthur x Hide, Arthur x Hide x Kaneki. Mira X Arthur. Ships I'm not okay with: Arthur with anyone who Identifies as being female. (Arthur is gay sooo) Shuu Tsukiyama (I would be okay with it if their personalities didn't clash so much.) I'm okay with: Gore, NSFW, and even death of my OC (I'm pretty much cool with it all.) If you have any more questions about Arthur Finch Please DM me @websterweaver or @oneeyedsparrow @tokyoghoulartfight2024 This is my TG OC Feel free to attack me as I will definitely will do revenge! >:3 dividers by @nymphfrills

[normallosers]

I've been waiting for this moment haha, talking about this unit/ line that I cherish a lot. My moment has come lol

Berriez is in an undeniable way, one of the cutest dynamics in plave, and maybe I'm biased bc I think both of them are super adorable and lovable, and do a lot of cutesy stuff, and Yejun always pampers Bamby. But I would do the same, even when he's a little bit taller than me, but he's the smallest in my heart.

Now it's my time to send Yejun to prison bc I have a lot to say bout that man, he has created a really strong bond with all the members, it's comfortable to be around him, he is someone funny and reliable, talented and always there to help, he listens to what they have to say and he knows how to accommodate to them.

I know it's a common joke, but he is kinda like the dad there, always talking care of them, the responsible figure, a real professional, and in a weird way even the way he mocks them and jokes around it's like that, just cause it feels not with the intention to be mean... just want to embarrass them a little. He just thinks he's funny, and he is, in a different way.

So, it's really easy to understand why Bongby wants to be near him. Every time he's around, Bamby is happy, smiles a lot, defends him, and looks up to be like him, even imitating his movements, actions, or words. And with Bamby being an introvert and kinda shy (depending the environment), is really interesting seeing him acting like that, cause it shows the level of trust and confidence he feels towards Yejunie, and why not, patience and tolerance.

Bc Bamby is not that turbulent around him. Makes me remember the recent interview with Billboard, and he described Bamby like this:

When they're together, the vibe seems to be calmer, and he's at ease, they laugh together, and the way of interaction is soothing compared to other members (Eunho lol), even when Bamby is... Well, Bamby. And remembering that time when he said he would never talk to Yejun the same way he speaks to Eunho, cause Yejun would think he did something wrong probably hahaha.

And, during the second anniversary q&a, Yejun said he would be the closest to Bamby first if they were the same age, and Bamby, even when he said he would be closer to Eunho first, he thinks that he would make a bond with Yejun first.

And ofc Yejun finds Bamby super cute, so he treats him like a kiddo or some times even babies him, that's why we see a lot of red eyes moments when it's bout berriez, but Bamby is good with that, cause it's Yejun, cause he adores him. Bc they have their own way to relate with each other. Contrary than with Eunho, with Yejun, it is just like little pouts, whining or let himself be, never gets really mad at him.

Bamby never lost an opportunity to say good things bout Yejun, but the thing he seems to love the most is his voice, he's always enjoying hearing him sing but not just like normal, there's admiration, endearment, a genuine appreciation of his talent. Both of us are his number 1 fans, and if that old blue haired grandpa says his singing is not good enough, Bamby is ready to fight him bout it haha. That's how it should be.

Both of them are cowards, even when it's undeniable, they seem to haven't embrace that part of them, so it's a common thing to see Bamby whining 'Hyuuuuung' to blame him for his scared reactions, as he really was fooling anyone.

They have shared really funny moments while scared, singing together, or even dancing.

Even when Bamby was his kinda teacher/ support, like partner at some points, and Yejun ended in 5th place in the dance competition, they keep on enjoying their time together, never a bad attitude, misunderstanding, or something like that, everything is always fun and fine. Cause is not serious. Nothing is more important than friendship, even stealing the Asterum cafe in a monopoly kinda looking game.

They have shared a lot of funny moments and somehow that makes me think that Bamby can be kinda naive haha, and I like to see the difference in the interactions between the members, the new dynamics throughout the years and how the confidence let them build a friendship that is kinda comforting to watch, even tho Bamby almost kills him while driving him home (does he really lives in heaven? Is Yejun really an angel?). Seeing them give me a warm feeling, maybe bc as an introvert myself, I know how nice it is to have a friend you are super comfortable and happy around, idk but I really love berriez lol

[sakitomo]

every other Q in the "people" section" forrrr whoever you think jas the most interesting answer

im doing kurumi bc shes my most specialest ever OKAY

😊 what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

more than anything wants to be able to free herself from her family's influence and follow her actual passions in botanical science instead of just carrying on their artist legacy because she's expected to but at the same time i think she's afraid to admit to herself that she cares about the unit to the extent that she actually does and doesn't want it to end, and she's scared of what that means for her own identity of then Being An Artist in a way, even if its on her own terms and completely in her control. she wants to be with them forever but she can't let herself

😖 is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

extrovert ! she thinks people are fascinating and likes being around them even if she herself doesnt engage much . also does NOT let people in easily at all . she doesnt even let herself in . repression final boss

🤔 what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

rhis doesnt rlly fit into either of those but rumi is very frequently/almost always nonverbal + generally just very catlike in the sense that she Will leave and do her own thing if unengaged in any situation shes kind of like raana mygo in a way. idk how to explain her general approach to social interaction succinctly My example here

🧐 is your oc more logical or emotional?

thinks of herself as purely logical but every big decision of hers is guided by emotion . again repression final boss keep lying to yourself babygirl

🤓 is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

WELL . AS PREVIOUSLY.STATED SHE DOESNT RLLY TALK MUCH AT ALL but she enjoys being around people

🤩 is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

Well .

😓 is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

So inquisitive she loves to learn she always wants to Know . incredibly stubborn though but not in an aggresive way ? she wont argue but she Will direct the situation to her side regardless of the other party's feelings

😞 does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

literally everybody is in this unit bc of her . everywhere she goes they are trailing her . they love her

🤒 does your oc get sick easily?

not particularly ! when she does its Bad though

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

immediate family are her parents and four older siblings, and as for extended family she only ever sees them very rarely on account of weird infighting from her parents & their siblings you know jow rich families go . shes pretty close with all her siblings but they're all much older than her so they don't spend as much time as she'd like together + not so much with her parents (tried to run away from home once as a child) . vnr is very found family but people would be insufferable abt that so i hesitate to call them that ever

[d00dles0da]

Headcanoning a True Personality for Anya

Since we all know Jidiot is an unreliable narrator and we don’t truly get a glimpse of how Anya really was like other then the few scenes we get from Curly’s POV since we spend most of the game from the perspective of her self-centered abuser, I wanted to headcanon a true personality for her by understanding the small glimpse of personality we see from her in the game from both Curly and Jimmy’s POV and her interactions with the rest of the crew because she is my baby and I adore her so much and think she needs more justice then what was given to her

Who I Think Anya Really Was

Introverted

Extremely smart and studious. Shes the smart one of the crew

A bit of a Cloudcuckoolander

Kind and Compassionate

Has a snarky side and likes to tease the crew but never in a hurtful way

Hidden “psychopath” energy

Introvert: Anya prefers to spend most of her free time either studying or doing little doodles in her office by herself than seeking out others to chat with but will always gleefully engage in the crew’s group activities such as game nights

Smart and Studious: Anya is already shown to be extremely intelligent with her off the bat already realizing the the mouthwash would be redundant to use as mouthwash due to its contents with her being proved correct when Jimmy (as usual not taking her seriously) used it on poor Daisuke since Jimmy’s dumbass used the last disinfectant on Swansea. She is the “smart guy” of the crew and as such the crew (even Curly) tends to go to her when needing advice on certain things

The studious part of her comes from the numerous books we see in her office as well as the dev Q&A stating that Anya spend most of her free time studying. Anya still has the eyebags even in her ID card, which would’ve definitely been something that was shown before the assault so I take it that Anya spends almost all of her nights studying, not out of a need to do it but because she genuinely enjoys it and gets engrossed in it

Cloudcuckoolander: A TV Tropes term I know but I like the idea of Anya being somewhat of a ditz despite her being also extremely intelligent. Most jokes probably fly over her head especially by Jimmy who tends to make snide remarks at her expense but it often flys over her head or she interprets it in a more innocent way unless it’s something that genuinely makes her uncomfortable like Jimmy’s “sexually attracted to cartoon horses” thing. She has a bizarre sense of humour that she shares with Daisuke and is often seen as strange by the rest of the crew except Daisuke of course who she shares a sibling dynamic with…. but heck, even Daisuke is sometimes put off by her behaviour

Kind and Compassionate: While Daisuke is “The heart” of the crew, Anya is the most compassionate and selfless member. Despite the lack of action Curly did to deal with Jimmy, and the fact that she’s pregnant with the latter’s child, she still spends most of the wrecked ship taking care of Curly and even hating how much pain the pills put him in. Keep in mind this is Anya at her “worst” which implies she’s always had a compassionate personality. Anya always wanted to be a nurse because she loves the idea of helping and taking care of others and what job can provide that more than a medical one?

Snarker and Tease: While being the target of snide remarks herself, she also has a habit of making snarky comments towards her crew mates especially Curly (who is basically a more tame Laios from Dungeon Meshi in my mind in terms of personality) and to a lesser extent Daisuke but never to an extremely hurtful degree. She also loves to jokingly tease her crewmates as shown when she talks about Swansea during Curly’s birthday party before the crash

Secret Psychopath Energy: Anya is told to us by Curly to be fiercely competitive during game time especially with Daisuke who always tends to best her at them. So I like to think that not only is she extremely frightening to the others when she becomes a sore loser but she also tends to make out of pocket remarks such as implying she wont hesitate to harm someone or something (not that she’s genuine), think Yukiko and Haru from the Persona series. The group tends to make remarks about not getting on her bad side as she is indeed very frightening when pissed off

Conclusion: FUCK JIMMY

[philseyebrowslit]

What did Dan say about Mexico?? I haven’t watched WAD but there have been other times when Dan has made a comment about. countries/people where I’ve just been like ‘🤨😬’ like in a sims vide where he made a ‘joke’ about native Americans

I got some asks about this same topic but I’m using this one to answer all of it!!

basically in one of the wad shows (obviously not in the recorder version) Dan was talking about how Mexico (and Brazil) wouldn’t get to see his tour because it was a first world country tour, not a third world one. Which, even if it was a joke…. it’s so ????

joking about how pretty much all of Latin America is some uncivilized territory that couldn’t fathom see his tour is so tone deaf and insulting. Specially after the whole interactive introverts fiasco where yes, maybe they had some organization problems and whatever, but they never really addressed it or apologized. I know they did some kind of dvd screening and q&a in Brazil, but Mexico didn’t get anything.

I’ve seen some people arguing that it’s that some countries are not as openly lgbt friendly as others, but then again, that is so reductive. The idea that Mexico or any latam country is incapable of having gay shows is simplistic. To act as if latam countries don’t have tours where lgbt creators have been is insane.

Don’t get me wrong I’m really happy they’re touring again and people are getting to see them. And maybe they don’t want to even tbc some countries in case it doesn’t happen, but to outright just exclude some regions (im talking about latam because that’s where I live and know, but it’s pretty much the same with Asia and Africa) because you think we’re not fit to see the show or the language difference or whatever it’s insulting to said audience.

And this is not me trying to cancel them or whatever, I do however think they should at the very least inform themselves about their latam, Asian, African, etc. fans and not make them feel as if they basically don’t exist. A great deal of their audience is from said regions, and to outright exclude them is so reductive to the care and love we as fans give to them

[rippleberries]

I gotta know how many times have you met Jeffery Combs? And/Or seen like IRL Rat Pack, Q&A’s, conferences, ect?

I know I’ll get to meet and have a Photo Op with him at MadMonster Party EEEEEE!

I had longer answer for this but it’s lost to the ether I suppose :(

The answer is a bit embarrassing. If you count Zoom calls, it’s probably around 15. But most of those were Trek cons I would have gone to anyway. I saw him so often in 2024 that we had to address it jokingly (I told him the last time I saw him at a con in my city that this time he came to ME).

My advice for meeting him is speak up if it’s a loud environment (I suspect his hearing is going), don’t expect him to “get” our memes and obsessions because he’s terminally not online, and try not to be the very first person in line on the first day. Sometimes it takes him a moment to ease into the con thing, especially if he’s physically uncomfortable. I’ve very rarely seen him get tetchy, but manning a table all day is difficult even for someone who isn’t 70! He loves the fans and recognizes we butter his bread. During COVID years he had a wide personal bubble, though I’ve seen him relax a bit on that. He’s an extroverted introvert, but he strives to be humble and make sure everyone’s interaction is pleasant and fulfilling.

I’m not deluded into thinking I *know* know him even though we are on a first name basis, but I’ve had opportunities to observe him and have had many field reports from friends on meeting him. He really is lovely.

[devenmack]

Do you engage with other people in the Sonic fandom? Like talk with fans here?

While I'm a fairly introverted and private person, I do still like to interact to the extent that I reasonably can! I always provide time for Q&A about Sonic or voice acting during my streams.

I do get a lot of "plz add me on Facebook/Discord/Play Fortnite with me" which just isn't something I can do, but fortunately the overwhelming majority have been very respectful when I decline.

[avopumpkin]

Sebastian from sv, Mafuyu from pjsk and Q-taro from yttd please :333

Contains spoilers below!

Sebastian

• How I feel about this character

He's a cutie patootie, my sunshine. <3 I find him really cute and feel sorry for him when it comes to some aspects of his life. He lives with his mom, half-sister and step-father. His step-father is kind of mean for him, favouring his daughter Maru. No one takes Sebastian's freelancing seriously, thinking he's just scrolling through the internet.

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don't ship him with anyone other than the farmer. I really like to look at people's arts of their own farmer with Sebastian. But other than that, I honestly don't see him with anyone else. He got a crush on Abigail, but it's mostly mentioned and the player needs to mostly deduce it themself. And I think it starts to change after the player hits 6 hearts with him? But I don't really ship him with her.

So yeah, only with the farmer.

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

Him and Sam seem to be really good friends. Sebastian despite being a big introvert who prefer spending 95% time alone, still makes time for Sam. And Sam, as an extrovert, tries to socialize Sebastian. I like their friendship. They are together in a band and sometimes play D&D. <33

• My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't really have an unpopular opinion about him, so I have to skip this part. :<

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

More interactions between him and Demetrius. Sebastian being acknowledged by Demetrius. More interactions between him and his family would be nice as well. I don't know how it looks like in the new update because I still need to play it, but in the earlier updates there was nothing. :((

Mafuyu

• How I feel about this character

I like her. Her story always make me so sad and her stories are the ones I always watch fully instead of skipping them.

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don't ship her with anyone. I don't feel like any of the characters would be good for her.

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

I really like her friendship with Kanade, they are so close to each other and Mafuyu can also rely on Kanade.

• My unpopular opinion about this character

Maybe not character exactly, but I wanted to write it here because it's related. I think the ship KanaFuyu is toxic and I don't really like this ship. Yes, they're good friends but they're also so dependent on each other. Kanade took a huge responsibility to save Mafuyu, what's not really so good because she does it with the cost of her own health, putting this pressure on herself. And Mafuyu allowing this pressure to exist by expecting Kanade to save her.

They both need a professional help in general.

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish Mafuyu was sent to an actual therapist. Her problems are bad enough and she has a hard time finding out who she really is. She can still try with her friends, but it would be easier and safer for her to manage her thoughts and emotions with a professional.

Q-Taro

• How I feel about this character

I was really neutral towards him until the end of the 3 chapter. Damn, it hit me really hard... This is when I started liking him a lot. How could he do this to me... How could he make me like him after his death... 😞

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

He's another character I ship with no one. I'm quite fond of Mai and Q-Taro ship, but I personally ship him with no one.

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

Q-Taro and Keiji acting like older brothers towards Gin is my favourite part of YTTD. Of course Q-Taro started acting like this much later, but still. I wanted to cry so much when Q-Taro's dummy was talking to Gin in the end. Like man... It hurt me so deeply...

• My unpopular opinion about this character

I have no idea if this is unpopular or no, but I kinda don't blame him for betraying everyone in that one ending when he took tokens and inserted them into the vending machine to leave. I can understand he was scared enough and he didn't know that everyone else will die because of this. And when he finally found out, I think it was too late for him mentally to backtrack because he had this possibility to come back to safety and this situation was too extreme.

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I have no idea what I wish (I actually have but social norms don't allow me to mention his ass and tits), so unfortunately I have to skip this part as well. :((

[simpingresponsibly]

do you prefer jealous george or jealous dream (in fanfic/art)

THEYRE BOTH SO GOOD ANON.... they scratch different areas of my brain but I looooove them. I think they pass the baton on who gets to be the more insane one

prepare for an essay andy...... none of these are new or controversial opinions, I just love talking about it. dnf jealousy is one I actually love seeing different takes on, because there's so many ways to play with the dynamic. we know they both are jealous boys, so it's just a matter of which flavour you like

for me, Dream's jealousy was at it's peak in 2020-2021 because they were blowing up, and suddenly A LOT of people wanted to know them. dnf both love interacting with people but Dream has a more obvious introvert streak, versus George really wanted to make as many new friends as he could. this meant there were suddenly new competitors for George's time and attention, and Dream didn't take that well.

they're constantly on call together because of the physical distance. poor Dream gets teased by Q (9:05-9:38) and Karl about wanting to always be involved in George's business, even when he's spending time with other people

early dnf had some friction in the differences of their communication styles, as really exemplified by THE "I love you" fight. Dream expressed affection so openly, it was easy for George to know that Dream loved him and so he felt more secure in their relationship.

for Dream, he definitely knew that George loved him on some level, but there were now competitors for the position of #1 in George's heart and so he puffed up his chest and hogged as much time as he could with George, jealous of anyone who might try to take that #1 spot. because he's a himself, he really took that title of jealous and George-obsessed and wore it like a badge of honour (AS HE SHOULD), because it just further stuck his claim on George. he was truly on a leash and collar then, and while the intensity has wavered because there aren't really any comparable threats to George's attention, I Know In My Heart that even now Dream can pull out the jealousy at the drop of a hat.

Jealous by Nick Jonas was one of the first songs I added to my first Dream playlist............ I love that guard dog.........

jealous!George feels very post-face reveal to me, when they're better at understanding the way each other expresses emotion and there's less friends vying for their attention. by this point, George has shown Dream again and again that he will choose him (through controversy and major life changes and careers and social suicide), so Dream is way less insecure about their bond. now that they're in Florida, they naturally spend time together and generally only have to leave each other's side if Dream (or Sapnap) has commitments elsewhere, or if Dream is busy working on a project.

so Dream's time and attention is being taken away from George by people/projects/things that he can't or won't be a part of. instead the people interested in them are generally more corporations or people outside the scene (ex. Musicians and labels)

everything is far less in George's control, because it's a degree removed from his business, whereas Dream was also involved with the people vying for George's attention, and could direct his jealousy to them directly.

George's jealousy and insecurity comes from the fear that Dream will move into that life instead and George won't be involved in projects directly anymore. since this move was partly because of the messiness of the mcyt scene and Dream wanting to explore other avenues, there's a fear that it might extend to his love life. Dream might find someone who understands the fame but is outside of the mcyt slo-mo car crash (dodges the awkwardness of dating a non-famous person or a fan or someone who is basically a co-worker).

this won't happen obviously, but George is fighting invisible demons on it, because the issue is that he just has no way of knowing what's going on unless Dream tells him. and that's unacceptable because he's an expert on Dreamie-ology and he hates it when any information gets withheld.

because there's no face to the people that George should be jealous of, and because George doesn't do jealousy the same way that Dream does, I think it gets masked as a lot of other things, like being grumpy or protective, but my FAVE is him being really entitled.

when George gets jealous of others getting Dream's attention, I think he'll bait Dream into doing things for him: buying him new shoes (10:12-10:28), editing videos for him, arranging outings for them, etc. even if Dream doesn't do it, I think he likes seeing Dream's reactions and likes when he considers it. I loooooove the idea of Dream giving him the chain because George demanded it in his weird roundabout way ("well clearly you're just being greedy now, Dream, nobody needs two chains. are you just going let it go to waste? sit in the dusty glizz in your closet?").

George will not be defeating the sugar baby allegations because as much as he wants the freedom and to be seen as capable, he loves being shown that he's taken care of and wanted. it's not necessarily the money (although he has expensive taste), it's the thought behind it all. he's like the pet that ignores you until you're doing something else and gets mad if you stop petting him

even if we're in the jealous!George era, I think on some level he knows that Dream always comes home, and when he does, it's because George is waiting for him

I think if I had to choose one........ jealous Dream all the way

my little guard dog who snarls and marks his territory and thinks he's a lapdog. tries to sit on George's lap because of his twink dysphoria..... .he thinks he marked his territory with the chain and now that he's sunk his teeth in George's neck, he simply won't let go. George struggles a bit and he just wags his tail faster 🥰

[mason-wong7]

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Last updated: June 19th 2025

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