#THESE PEOPLE DONT EVEN GET DRUNK IN FIELDS. THEY HAVE NO FIELDS. I HAD TO EXPLAIN TO HIM WHAT A CAMP OUT WAS

[hella1975]

ive never felt more rural than i have in the past few weeks since hanging out with a lad who has only ever lived in cities. what do you MEAN YOU'VE NEVER DONE A MORRIS DANCE

[sleekswosobession]

but i didn't did pour the whiskey

barça femeni x reader

overview: they said getting over addiction wasn't easy, what about when no one knows? what about when relapse happens after a whole year?

A/N: my requests are sitting... but I can't get to them and im really sorry, ive been so busy atm and dont got much modivation for em'

TW: alcohol addiction, self-hatred, relapse, course language, actual detail instead of me brushing over it

!! viewer discretion is advised, i suggest only mature audiences read this !!

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In all honesty, you'd seen the signs. You'd known the inevitable was coming. The feelings of urge that you'd felt a year ago when trying to stop. You had stopped though, so you ignored it. Then it became more real. To the blank stares at the crates in the stores, rather than the hatred you harboured before after finally being ‘better’.

To walking and judging if you should buy it or not.

To blinking tears out of your eyes, wondering why you'd think that in the first place.

Because why would you, you were better now. Right? That's what you'd told yourself anyways.

It kept amplifying over the course of a week. Until you couldn't take it, until everything you'd worked so hard for for the past year came crashing down. All those memories of countless nights pacing, crying, yelling over a stupid fucking substance fade away.

Guilt. That's all there is. Guilt.

Guilt for betraying your past self who had cried for hours, who felt like she was going psycho over not having a single drink.

But, you can't find it in yourself to stop drinking it. It's just one beer, how harmful could it be? Said by the words of a true fucking alcoholic.

So, you do the only thing you can think of and cry. Cry until your face is numb, your throat burning with every breath, cry until your lungs can't take in any oxygen anymore.

Cry until you feel like you've felt something.

Then when you did stop crying what did you do? The only option you thought you had. Drink more.

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You knew you looked like shit, you felt like it too. Your face puffy from the numerous breakdowns the night before, your eyes red from the tears that had an endless flow, dark rings under your eyes from the restless 3 hour sleep you'd got.

Also not to mention the headache you'd acquired. Knowing that only last year if you'd drunk this much, you'd only start to feel something. That's not something to be proud of.

You try your hardest to make yourself look even the slightest bit presentable, getting rid of the puffy face with a shower and taking paracetamol to take away the ache in your skull.

This would do enough to convince them you were fine, it's not like you were the loudest or most obnoxious person on the team. Preferring to observe everything with a smile.

What you didn't consider? Your captains. You're only 22 so even if you're techincally an adult, they're still over 7 years older than you.

So you walk into the lockeroom for training, silently making your way to your cubby as usual. Until, you feel a tug on your sleeve. Alexia is standing there, worry etched into her features.

"You ok? It looks like you've barely slept." Her voice is low and quiet, something you were eternally grateful for.

"Yeah, just a rough night. Thanks capi." You don't lie, but you don't tell the full truth either. She can sense this but doesn't say anymore, allowing you to go back to getting ready.

You take the time to rethink of the previous night, the regret you'd felt immediately after taking the first sip. But, the feeling of being unable to stop.

No matter how much you'd told yourself it was nothing, you know this isn't the end.

You push the thoughts away, clearing your mind of any thoughts before walking out onto the field ready for training.

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It was the same people you saw watching you; Alexia, Marta and Mapi. It wasn't every second but enough to showcase they knew something was wrong but just didn't know what.

You had joined in the summer from your old club in Italy. No one knew of the past you'd had with alcohol. It's not like you made an effort to tell them either, they respected your choices not to drink when going out and you didn't need to bring up topics that were from before even moving to Barcelona.

Maybe if they knew, you'd have someone to confide it.

Somehow you'd managed to hide it from your old team as well, but considering the close relationships that Barcelona had with each other you doubted it would be shrugged off as easily.

When training was finally over, you were quick to slip away. As the thoughts and need of what caused you in this melancholic state start to reappear in your mind.

Not now, why after so long did you have to collapse now? When the peak of your career could potentially be around the corner.

You want to survive like a normal person, you want to be able to do things without relying on a fucked up liquid. Why did it have to be you?

And why?

Why is the only thing you can think of to soothe these thoughts, alcohol?

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You stare blankly at the open carton, hesitation as you ponder if you should give in or not. Should you drink it? Part of your mind says yes, part of you yearns for it. The rational side says no, and to stop before it's too late.

But wasn't it already?

So you give in. The burning down your throat a painfully familar comfortality.

In a depressing way it makes you more aware of your surroundings, the beer bottles scattered in the room. Liquid all over the floor and on your things. It bothers you, but you can't bring yourself to clean it.

So you sulk, going over past memories. You'd never considered yourself a sad drunk, always being happier and finding a way to goof about while drinking. Then, very rarely toward the end of recovery getting angry. Never sad though.

Times change, people change. You thought you'd changed, but that kind of addiction? It never seemed to leave. Waiting until you're vulnerable to attack. Like an incurable disease.

Before you really comprehend it, the whole box of beers you'd bought yesterday are empty and strown across the floor.

You reach a point of feeling nothing, a numbing feeling brought by guilt, the alcohol making everything seem hazy. Your phone is ringing, but you can't bring yourself to answer. You can't bring yourself to care.

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Knocking at your door brings you out of the limboed state you're in. You figure they'll leave soon, and the knocking stops after a minute. Until the door opens revealing the three who had been watching you in the morning.

Alexia is the first to you, the others take in the state of your apartment and walk around elsewhere.

"Hey." It's all she says, but enough for tears to fall from your eyes. You can't bare to look at her face, so you keep your eyes glued to the floor.

"Come on, look at me." She uses her hands to guide your chin so you're looking straight at her.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me." She pauses, "Let's sober you up first." You don't argue, and follow her orders. Exhausted, you pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow.

- - - - -

Waking up was easier than you'd thought it would be, your head not pounding as much as in the morning. It made sense though considering you'd drank less than the night before. There were pills on the side table with a glass of water which you take easily.

The sun is setting so you must have slept for a couple of hours by this point. When you walk into the living room you notice all the rubbish gone, the floors are clean and there's no reminisince of beer anywhere. Alexia, Marta and Mapi are talking quietly amongst themselves and look up once they realise you're awake.

"Come, sit." Mapi pats next to her. You nod silently walking over.

"Would you mind explaining to us what happened? I know you’ve said before don't drink, so this is very new. If you don't want to talk that's also fine but I don't want to see you hurt." Alexia says, she doesn't pry but she does make her point known.

"Ok, but please can you do no talking while I explain? I'm not sure how much I can take if I don't explain it all in one." You're not sure why you opened up so easily, maybe because you desperately craved for someone. Anyone.

"Last year, I was an alcoholic and I can't tell you really when it started. It was to take all the weight and pressure off my shoulders originally, but it turned worse. I just kept drinking regularly and when I tried to settledown, I realised I couldn't. So I didn't stop. It worked for me."

"Then as the season moved on I realised I did desperately need to do something about it but I was just so scared of what people would say to me. How would they react?"

“So instead of getting proper help I did it myself.”

"I got rid of all traces, didn't go out as much. It was horrible. I thought I was going crazy. I wasn't ok at all. I'd obviously relapsed a couple times when trying by myself to recover but it gave me more determination. I'd say it took like 3 months before I truly felt like I was clean."

"Then, I'd had the oppurtunity to play here and it's like everything went away. I should've known better." You sigh.

"Known what? Did you know you were going to relapse again?" Marta asks carefully.

"I saw the signs but ignored them, when I did give in... all I felt was regret, I still do. I think that's why I drank the rest if I'm going to be honest." You look away, not daring to look at any of them.

A pair of arms engulf you, large hands pushing your head to the persons chest.

"Listen to me, we can help you. You won't ever have to do this alone, not while I'm here ok? I don't know much about this, but I'll try. We all will." You start sobbing into her chest, clinging your fists tightly into her shirt. A way to thank them without words.

Because the belief they had in you made you feel like you could do it. Even in these drowning times.

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i hope you enjoyed fic, this may not be accurate to everyone but this is my experience with battling addiction to alcohol and i write it because i too relapsed after a year recently

this was more for also for awareness and just know that you aren’t alone in anything, if you feel you need someone to talk to i’m always here :)

[strwyofthesun]

12:58

pairing: leon kennedy x agent!(fem)reader

synopsis: you become leon's informant for a mission while hunnigan is on leave and end up in a relationship with him a while after. all is well until leon goes on a certain mission.

word count: 3k

content: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of war, mentions of cheating, drunk leon, mention of bleeding, mentions of death (?)

a/n: there is a severe lack of hurt/no comfort leon fics on here and i plan on fixing that /j maybe there is and im just not looking hard enough but oh well if i can't find one i'll make one. also! this takes place after re:damnation which explains the us and russia war so pls dont be startled by the mention of it.

the rain poured heavily on the cold pavements of the sidewalk you and him once walked together, hand in hand, the both of you thought that maybe this was where you were both meant to be, with each other. atleast, that was you thought. if that were the case, you wouldn’t be under the pouring rain, crying over what you once thought was your forever. the salty tears mixed with the rain as the droplets hit your face. you bit your lip in frustration refusing to believe that this is happening to you, but you always knew, deep down, this was bound to happen.

a few months had gone by and things have finally settled down at the DSO ever since the war between the us and russia. missions have been more manageable and not as large scale as the war and everything else has been rather tame. you’ve been working as an FOS (field operations support) agent for quite some time already to know the ins and outs of how things work. its been a few years serving as agent and an information source to multiple other agents in the DSO but not once have you worked with the man himself, leon kennedy. his informant was ingrid hunnigan, a long time FOS agent. she had worked alongside leon ever since 2004 when he saved ashley graham, the president’s daughter and ever since then they have been working together until now. over time, the two of you have gotten close and have even worked together in some missions. not only were you co-workers, but also good friends outside of work.

you stood outside the office yet you could already hear the clatter and busy sounds of the people working. you opened the door and greeted your fellow co-workers a good morning, except for one person. scanning the room from all its four corners, you couldn't find hunnigan anywhere, not even at her desk. so, you asked a co-worker of yours that sat just a cubicle beside you about her.

“hey, have you seen hunnigan around?”

“oh, she’s on leave i think? i saw a note on her desk, it’s for you, so you can just check that out.”

“ahh, alright thanks.”

you walk up to hunnigan’s desk and hover over her files looking for the note that your co-worker told you about. you murmured to yourself, “here it is…”

“i’m currently on leave for while due to some family issues and they need me back home. it was really urgent, i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you sooner. also, i left my assignment to you so please do me the favor. leon is going on a mission by the time you’re reading this note, someone will get you patched up to his line so don’t worry. i owe you [y/n]. –hunnigan”

“she’s definitely gonna owe me for this…” you muttered curses in your head when you were suddenly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

“[l/n] right?” asked by an unfamiliar face. but based on hunnigan’s note, you knew that this is the someone she was talking about.

“yes that is me, i’m assuming you will get me on mr. kennedy’s line?”

“ah, yes. i see that you have been informed.”

“i don’t know the complete details of the mission so if you would kindly brief me…”

“don’t worry, please follow me.”

you followed them into a room where they explained the information you will be needed as leon’s informant for the mission. in the back of your head, you were nervous. you’ve never worked with leon before and he has made quite the name for himself in the government and is particularly well liked by the president. working with someone with such a high status made you really agitated but you calmed yourself down thinking that this was like every other mission you’ve been on.

a few hours had gone by and you are now in the communications area. you have all the files you needed in one folder, you’ve been briefed on the current situation, and everything seems to be under control.

“mr. kennedy is on the chopper as we speak. you may now call him and let him know all the other details that he will be needing.”

“i’m a bit nervous…”

“there is no need to be nervous, i’m sure hunnigan trusted you enough to know that you will do well in her place.”

“yeah, you’re right…”

“i’ll leave you be now, you got this.”

after the words of encouragement from hunnigan’s colleague, you took a deep breath and pressed the call button to which leon quickly responded. “so, where’s the landing po- oh?” he looked into the screen of his phone and squinted. “you’re not hunnigan…”

“you’re right, i’m not. just a substitute while she’s on leave. i have your landing point marked mr. kennedy.”

“oh is that so? don’t bother with the formalities, just call me leon. and you? how should i call you?”

“[y/n] will do.”

“alright [y/n], pretty name for a pretty girl like yourself.”

leon’s words caught you off guard and you could feel your face heat up. you cleared your throat and looked visibly flustered over the phone over a simple compliment from him. leon saw this and chuckled at the sight of you blushing through the screen.

“thanks… um...”

“so pretty girl, are you gonna inform me now or what?

“oh right, right… refrain from any making unnecessary comments while on the job please.” you said as you tried to regain some some sense into yourself.

“yes mam, whatever you say.” leon said with a grin on his face.

after that mission, you and leon still kept contact even when hunnigan came back from her leave. he would always message you about his day and he’d take you out on dates whenever he had the chance to. but the label was never specified between the two of you. you understood that in his line of work consistency within a relationship was hard to maintain. not only that, but the overthinking that you would have to face almost everyday would eat you up if you were not mentally strong enough to handle it. the thought that maybe leon could be badly hurt in a location you couldn't reach, or even worse, him dying on the job, not even having the chance to say his final goodbyes to his loved ones, friends, you. so you thought that maybe it was for the best.

you were each other’s relief and the more time went by, the stronger your feelings for leon grew. and because of this, you decided to distance yourself from him, in hopes that he would just forget about you so that he could focus on his work. but leon couldn’t forget you. everyday he thought of you, you were the first thing on his mind and the last thing he thinks about before going to sleep. and even in his dreams he saw you. 24/7 you were on his mind. everytime he was on a mission, he always thought of coming back home to you, but you didn’t know that. he never told you how much you have plagued his mind ever since the day he met you and heard your voice through the intercom. he found purpose and reason to live. he didn’t feel like someone who’s at the government’s disposal, a weapon, a mere shell of a person made to execute the living dead. when you had decided to distance yourself from him, leon needed you to know that it was the last thing he wanted.

the repeated ringing of your doorbell echoed in your apartment. you got up from your bed feeling annoyed and rubbed your eyes as it adjust slowly to the bright light of your digital clock. 12:58, who could be ringing your doorbell like a maniac at this hour? slowly, you shuffled to the front of the door and checked the peep hole before opening the door. suddenly, your half-asleep state suddenly vanished and you were completely awoken by the sight of leon outside your door. it had been a few weeks since you had cut contact with him, and you did not expect him to show up infront of your doorstep at that very moment.

once leon heard the sound of the door unlock, he swung it open and immediately threw his arms around you.

“leon, what are you-“

“please, don’t leave me…” he choked out these words as he pulled away from his embrace and you could see his eyes start to well up with tears.

“i have loved you ever since i have laid my eyes on you. and these past few weeks had made me realize how much i've missed you. whether it was a text, a call, time with you, i missed everything about you. i don’t ever want you to think that you’re just someone i waste my time with to get off. you matter so much to me and yes, i’d love to waste my time with you, not for my own pleasure, but because i love you. i love you so much it physically pains me when you’re not around so please… don’t leave me…”

“i’m here right now leon, i’m not leaving you… i promise.”

life after leon’s confession had looked up and the two of you had never been happier. he had moved in with you and every day you share together was a day well-spent. during the mornings, you and leon would always take a stroll down the pavements outside your apartment, hands intertwined, the both of you enjoyed each other’s company for as long as time could allow. for the first few months, as you expected, the overthinking hit you. was he going to come back safely? is he going to survive? when would he back home? anything could happen to him. leon knew this would happen at one point and he never wanted you to worry. so, he would send you sweet messages or even call you when he could but you didn’t want to interrupt him on his missions. that's why sometimes, leon would send messages to hunnigan for her to pass on to you. you could see how much effort leon was putting into the relationship and it made your heart skip a beat everytime you think about it, especially because you felt like you didn’t deserve it. you didn’t deserve any ounce of leon’s love. but leon always told you otherwise. and he would always show you that you deserved every single bit of it.

later on in the relationship, you and leon got to know each other fully. he opened up about his childhood, his traumas, and ada. he reassured you that even though ada was a big part of his life before, you were his now and his future. and you did feel somewhat thankful for ada because you knew that without her, leon would not have survived the raccoon city incident. but it haunted you knowing that she was all he could think about for a big portion of his life. not to mention his relations with her before the us and russian war. knowing that they have been together and that he longed for her return everytime. how could you compare to the woman he had yearned for years on end. every time you would overthink this, leon would always reassure you that if she came back he wouldn’t be phased by her presence because he was inlove with you and only you. atleast, that’s what he said.

leon was off to another mission as per usual, you kissed him and bid him the words you always say before he goes. “be safe always and don’t forget to return to me. i love you leon.” he smiles and would always respond back, “i’ll be safe and i will always return to you. i love you too [y/n].” it was basically a ritual at that point.

a few hours later, your phone buzzed and the screen lit up. it was a text from leon.

my special agent: hey princess, i’ll be sent off soon. can’t wait to finish this so i can get back home to you.

you: alright, take care baby, i love you.

my special agent: i love you more ;)

you were at ease but it didn’t last long when days turned into weeks and you haven’t heard from him. you decided to ask hunnigan during work about leon’s whereabouts.

“hey hunnigan, have you heard from leon?”

“umm, no i haven’t had contact from him in awhile… what’s the matter?”

“he’s been radio silent and i’m getting worried that something happened in his mission.”

“his mission? it was successful. he finished it 3 weeks ago.”

“3 weeks ago? then why hasn’t he let me know?”

“i’m sorry [y/n] but i am not aware of his whereabouts ever since he finished. try asking chris if he knows anything.”

“i will, thank you hunnigan.”

“i hope things are fine...”

“i hope so too…”

you clocked out of your job for the day and dialed chris. as your phone started ringing, you started to drown in your thoughts at what could have possibly happened to leon. what has he been doing these past 3 weeks? where was he staying? is he okay? is he badly injured? worry after worry started filling your head that you suddenly found yourself crying.

“hello? hello?” a voice suddenly spoke up from the phone. you didn’t realize that chris had already picked up the phone.

“[y/n]? are you there?”

you sniffle before responding and cleared your throat, “yes! i’m here um, have you heard from leon by any chance?”

you hear chris heavily sigh over the phone.

“is there something wrong chris? please tell me he’s okay…”

“hes… he’s fine, but he isn’t here with me now. i’ll bring him over there.”

“please do… thank you so much chris.”

“anytime [y/n].”chris dropped the call. “should i tell her…”

night time soon fell and you were outside the apartment building waiting for chris’s car to arrive. you were worried sick and checked your watch every 5 minutes feeling the most anxious you have ever been. there was a pit in your stomach and all you wanted to do was throw up due to the overwhelming thoughts. 12: 58, they’re here.

“chris! leon!” you call out for their names. chris got out of the car carrying a drunk leon to you.

“i’m sorry to bring him to you in this state…”

“it’s okay chris, thanks again.”

“again, anytime [y/n], be strong.”

“be strong?” you thought to yourself. what did chris mean? he passed over leon to you and he fell into your arms. chris drove off before tried talking to leon.

“leon, hey, are you okay?” you asked as you tried to brush off the hair off his face. it revealed a crying leon which surprised you.

“i… i’m so sorry [y/n]…”

“it’s okay baby you’re here now, safe and sound, that’s what matters..”

“no… no!" leon shouted as he pushed you away.

“leon what is wrong? please, tell me!” you begged.

“i saw ada again.”

you stood there, shell-shocked, dreading the following words that leon was gonna utter. you prayed to all the gods out there that it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“i… we… im sorry…” leon stumbled on his words.

“you what leon...?"

“i cheated on you…” he said as tears started to roll down his cheek.

“how could you…? after everything you’ve said? after everything we’ve been through? was it all a lie?” you walked up to him fighting back the tears.

“tell me leon! i deserve an explanation! you owe it to me! how could you do this to me?! was i not enough for you?! where did i go wrong? tell me!” you punched him in the chest and gripped it tightly.

“i love you leon… i thought you loved me too?”

“i do love yo-“

“you don’t! you wouldn’t-“ you feel a lump in your throat. “you wouldn’t have done that if you loved me…”

“it was a mistake [y/n], please i’m sorry…”

“leon… stop…”

“i’m sorry… please… forgive me.”

“you said you’d return to me…”

“i did… im here right now, aren’t i?”

“no. you returned to her.”

leon embraced you tightly, clinging onto you but you only stood there. its as if the world you have created for you and him had crashed down right before your eyes. everything you once knew, felt like a lie. all these months, you’ve been living a lie. but what could you have done? how could you, a woman who has been with him for less than a year, compete with the likes of her? the woman who’s saved her countless of times, the first woman he ever loved, the woman who he had waited for almost all his life. your relationship felt too good to be true. you knew, it was too good to be true, you were right, it was to good to be true. you felt like a fool for blindly believing leon’s words. bullshit. you were never his future, you were just a distraction, until she finally came back. the realization stung you and its poison was seeping into your veins destroying you inside out.

“leon, pack your stuff now.”

“don’t do this [y/n], please i’m begging you.”

“don’t make me say it twice, pack it now."

leon looked at you for one last time before letting you go in defeat, walking away from you and into the apartment building. you open your phone and dial chris once more to which he picked up immediately.

“chris, please come back, pick up leon."

“[y/n]- “ before he could even say anything else you dropped the call and the rain began to pour. your knees began to feel weak and you drop down on the cold pavement. your chest feels tighter and tighter, breathing becoming hard and heavy. you clutch tightly onto your chest as you choke back the tears. feeling exhausted and tired, you let it all out, screaming, wailing, and begging any higher force to take away the pain, but it looked like even the gods above couldn’t help you. you were helpless and alone once more. you bit your lip as hard as you can trying to contain yourself. so much so until it started to bleed. but you didn’t care. you didn’t care about anything at all at this point. a part of you wished you could turn back time to when you were happy but you questioned yourself wondering what could’ve been better. reliving all the moments together, even though you knew how it will all end, in pain and suffering, or just never accepting hunnigan’s favor, never making contact with him, never meeting him, never falling in love with him.

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i dont know how to explain it but to me udad and hnoc are like opposites of each other. (Under read more, cause it is loooooonnnnng)

With udad the situation everyone is in is bonkers shit. The world they live in is absolutely shithole of a place that exploits everyone but the richest of the rich and the people there cant escape even after their death. Every single one of them is bitter and depressed and wronged and just wants to survive and they'll do anything to survive even if it meant killing the other one. All the natural part of that world is long dead and only thing exists is this cold dark metallic hellscape of a city that swallowed its own planet like a cancer. Almost all the songs are just how everyone was exploited, used, wronged, and discarded they were. Ulysses is a drunk fallen 'hero' completely guilt ridden by their role in Illium's fall. They had lost everyone and everything even before the album began. They spent so much of their throughout album getting their shit beat in. They, Heracles, and Orpheus go to Hades (Ashes) in hopes to be freed whether as a request, through theft, or through a deal. And Ashes all but set them all up to die for their own amusement (which btw very sexy of them <3 but that is besides the point). There seemed to be no hope for them.

And yet, despite everything the ending is so hopeful. We know that Ulysses would die, if it wasnt obvious from the title of the album itself it certainly becomes obvious when we learn how their world works. And yet they died a happier ending, they escaped the curse of their city and died reunited with their love. Ulysses died under an oak tree in a grassy fields, among nature which was thought to be dead since The City's takeover. Ulysses died being warmed by sunlight, a right denied to so many others like them. Ulysses died at dawn.

And then there is hnoc. Hnoc starts heroic. Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere take over Camelot from the corrupt Stone clan through their skills and teamwork. They turn it into a place of safety with all three of them incharge. Their lives are hard and filled with violence and hatred and fear and the world they live is harsh and unforgiving. But they still have each other, and they still care for the people around them. There is nature like scorpions and vultures despite it being a space station. The album has songs about love and being in love, about hope of peace, about power of faith. Everyone wants to survive and they are willing to work together to do it. Arthur is embittered by his "daughter's" death but still has his partners to keep him grounded and is ruler/sheriff of a powerful town with lots of knights working for him. What is more, the tragedy that hardened both Arthur and Gawain can be healed because the person they mourn isnt dead, he is Mordred and he is here to make amends. Arthur, Gawain, and Galahad go to Merlin (Brian) to seek aid, and he gives them advice that truly could have saved them, because Merlin really did wanted to save them and the entire station. There seemed to be hope for them.

And yet in the end it meant nothing. It was all for nothing. Alfred and Gawain did not listen to Brian's advice and ended up sealing theirs and everyone else's fate. Galahad did take Brian's advice and it destroyed him in a self sacrifice that ended up being for nothing. Mordred tried so hard for peace but at the end seeing the hatred and cruelty of his world hardened him to the core. Gawain's hatred turned peace talks into war and turned him into sawage barbaric monster he thought Saxons to be. Arthur's hardened core did not let him hope that his child could ever return to him and ended up not giving Mordred even a chance. What could have saved everyone Fort Gallfridian ended up turning into what destroyed Fort Gallfridian whether it be the GRAIL or Mordred. Almost all of them died a pointless avoidable death. And Arthur? Arthur lost everything. He lost his partners, he lost his chance to embrace his son, he lost his home, he lost his people. He may have survived but at the end he lost everything. High noon over Camelot. We didnt understand what it truly meant (all of them dying in the sun) until it was too late.

Ulysses shoots once, and it led to their happy ending. Gawain shoots once, and it led to everyone's tragedy. 3 shots all for Ulysses and it killed them. 3 shots for Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere, and it hurt Arthur but never killed him. Ulysses was the only one who got to die under the sun, Arthur was the only one who didnt die in the sun.

[kidultt]

( fiona palomo, cis woman, she/her ) have you met marcela 'marcy' diaz yet? you know, the 22 year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in music. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear kidult by seventeen blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re resilient but can also be a little oblivious. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. clubs & sports: track & field, vice-president of student government

trigger warnings: gambling & murder

BASICS

full name: marcela diaz

nickname: marcy (preferred), mar, marce

date of birth: august 16, 2001

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

fluent in: english, spanish, ASL

likes: good music, friendly people, the ocean, playing the piano, spicy food

dislikes: unnecessary rudeness, know-it-alls, jumpscares, the quiet, science

BACKGROUND

born to a very chaotic household, marcy’s the youngest of 4

her dad the local drunk and her mom was his high school sweetheart

it became glaringly obvious from a young age that whatever love her parents may have had for each other was long gone by the time she got into the picture

it felt like they were just together because they had already started a family and it was too late to back out now

the older she got, the worse it became. rumors flew around that her parents were cheating on each other, she could hear them fighting every night and she just wished they would throw in the towel and get a divorce already because yes, they were all still a family, but nobody was believing their marriage was anything but toxic

it probably didn’t help that they lived in a mobile home that was waaaay too small to fit all of them and when she was older, marcy came to realize that whatever money they did have that came from her dad was money he got from gambling

it got to a point that her dad owed too much money. he was in a bad way with some worse people and they took it out on her mother who was killed in retaliation

marcy was just thirteen at this point and she was devastated. a girl still needed her mother and in the blink of an eye, she was gone

when she was younger, her older siblings hid the truth from her, saying their mother just died in an accident, but they didn't get into any details

she actually found it out all on her own a few years later when she decided to dig deeper into what happened

needless to say, she cut off her ties from her father when she found out the truth

she was always taught to be tough but despite everything that she had been around growing up, marcy held onto her optimism

she’d always, always choose being kind over anything else

she’s been living in town since she was born, barely even got out of the state, and she’s pretty sure she’ll die here in connecticut tbh because it’s home and she doesn’t know anything else

she’s worked jobs ever since she could so she’s been everywhere. a maid at the local hotel, she painted houses, dogwalked, babysat, had a stint as a waitress at the local diner (she's probably still working there part-time tbh 🤪), a cashier at the local supermarket

she's currently on a music scholarship

she knows exactly what she wants to be when she's older: a singer. she believes that hard work will truly get her there, which is why she's busting her ass off right now and she can't wait to graduate

FUN FACTS

full of fun facts herself tbh especially when it comes to specific songs/musicians/artists

is one of those people who can hear a song and be able to play it. also has a knack of being able to learn how to play any instrument quickly

her first love is her guitar which she stole from one of her older brothers when she was younger

has a chow chow named chowder who is the cutest but laziest dog you’ll ever meet

also has an orange cat lovingly named dori (it's short for dorito)

she’s not the brightest cookie in the jar (pls dont ask her to do any math problem because she will cry) but that’s okay because her strength lies in her creativity

music is her first love but she just loves everything that has to do with art – dance, sculpting, theater, you name it

is also a GREAT dancer (but she barely shows it but like get her drunk and you won't be able to pry her from the dance floor)

just a sweetheart tbh but she’s also incredibly oblivious like she’s friendly with everyone so she takes everybody as just being friendly back. she’s sometimes oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her

blossomed pretty late when it comes to that aspect because she doesn’t want to rush into things (ie having a first kiss, having a first significant other) just because everyone else was doing it. it’s all about the #vibes in the moment

despite the horrible example of her parents, she loves love but has also learned to be pretty carefree when it comes to relationships. if they happen, they happen. if they don’t work out, then that’s okay. at least they tried

is a fan of second chances <3 and third and fourth because she’s stupid <3

would go to all the concerts if she had the money but sadly she does not

does track & field because she has a bad habit of running away from all her problems

LOVES wearing pastel colors like she loves her basics too but she’s always wearing something colorful and fun

as dumb as she may be in some aspects, especially in math and science and history, she’s actually really good at picking up languages

writes her own songs but has never shown them to anyone

is fiercely protective of her siblings and wants to give them the world

a social drinker

amazing cook but she doesn't cook often if it's just her, but her love language is cooking for someone else fr

WANTED CONNECTIONS

older siblings (will be sending wcs to the main)

cousins (must be mexican / half-mexican)

ride or die

girl gang

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

rivals

unexpected friends

a bad influence on her

a kind of enemies / flirtationship (this works for someone who's rich because she tends to avoid them)

maybe even someone she has a crush on (she gets flustered very easily)

first time / first relationship

an unexpected one night stand (limited to 1 / she doesn't sleep around tbh)

friends with benefits (limited to 1)

exes that ended on good terms (limited to 1)

exes that ended on bad terms (limited to 1)

exes that still hookup (limited to 1 / could be mixed with one of the above)

frenemies where it is one-sided because marcy thinks they’re genuine friends rip

[fleshdyke]

in honour of april fool’s day (even though its over in my timezone) and also the amount of insane shit that goes on in my life im gonna list a bunch of things that have happened to me and i want you to guess which one is a lie. i would make this a poll but i dont have those yet

when i was like 7-ish i went to the zoo with my neighbor and went to this bird show they put on and i got to race with like 20 other kids against 15 i think turkey vultures. in a footrace. the vultures outran every single one of us. also the zookeeper lady said “don’t trip and fall or they’ll start eating you!” and it scared the shit out of me

when i was in grade 3 i went on a field trip for school and on the bus home my bus driver literally got arrested for drunk driving. with like 30 8 year olds on the bus. it was like 2:45 and we (all age 8) had to stand outside for almost an hour in november. also it was like three blocks away from the school and my house was literally across the street. the distance back to school was very walkable but for some reason they made us wait for another bus to come pick us up and take us back. but the bus was one of those ones that went to each house individually and the neighborhood it operated in was literally across the main street from my school and for some reason instead of taking 5 minutes to drop us off first they made us wait an additional half hour dropping all the other kids off at home before taking us home. then i had to walk almost a km home anyways

also when i was in grade 3 we all had to take a diagnostic test to see if we could get into the gifted program. i got one (1) below the threshold for getting into it and i was so pissed. like two weeks later they changed the score you had to get to get in so they invited everyone who got close to do it again and i got a higher score than i did before but then i STILL got one below because they raised it. in hindsight i’m glad i didn’t get in because i know it would have been bad for me but i’m still so pissed about it bc of the principle of it

literally my first day working at the aviary there was a snake in one of the birds’ feeders just chilling there. we spent like half an hour trying to catch it and it scared the absolute shit out of like 7 birds

i was a niche internet microcelebrity on reddit when i was literally 12

when i was in grade 8 we had a water hydraulics project and my class was a split class with mostly 7th graders so my teacher just sort of left us alone with a bucket of little tube syringes while she did something else with the grade 7s. then i found 3 actual needles in the bucket for some reason. one of them was in that little wrapper but the other two were just loose in the bucket that we were rummaging around in. i went out to tell my teacher bc she was in a different room and she literally told me she didn’t care and to leave her alone bc she was working with the 7s (they were reading a textbook). i was like ??? but i didnt know what else to do so i just went back into the room to keep working. then this one guy grabbed one of the open needles and stabbed two different girls with the same one like uhhh what the fuck. i went out to go tell my teacher that two people had been stabbed by the same needle and she told me she didn’t care AGAIN like GIRL. honestly i wasn’t too worried about the girls because they both bullied me honestly but yk. then later the teacher came in and berated us for not telling her like I LITERALLY DID TWICE im still so mad about that honestly

when my mom and i were watching the last two episodes of ofmd together (this was before i came out) when ed and stede kissed she turned around and looked directly at me

i was in scouts when i was younger and there was exactly 5 people in my troop and it was me, 2 of my friends (one of them ended up being one of the girls that bullied me and got stabbed with a needle in grade 8), and two boys that i absolutely fucking hated. one time one of the boys said i was dumb and i threw a rock at him

when i was in kindergarten during recess i had to shit really bad and i asked the teacher on duty to let me go inside and she refused so i asked the other teacher to let me in and she didnt have keys. i tried to hold it but i could not go inside and i was 4 so i shit my pants and i was absolutely never a kid who had accidents so i didn’t know what to do and i was so embarrassed i just tried to ignore it. i just walked around for the rest of recess with a massive shit in my pants. when recess ended the teacher told us to come sit down on the carpet in a circle. you can guess what happened next

last year i had a substitute teacher for math and i ticced fuck while she was handing something out and for some reason she refused to believe me when i said i had tics. she sent me to the vice principal’s office and he didn’t believe me at first that i didn’t know what i was there for because she had sent me down for lying to him. when he did realize that i actually didn’t know what was going on he told me that she sent me down for disciplinary action so yk. he walked me back up to my class and took the teacher out in the hall to talk to her and i was losing my fucking mind with my friends for like 15 minutes while she was getting an absolute dressing down for not believing me. then when she came back in i was expecting an apology at the very least and she literally didnt. we waited for like 10 minutes and she said nothing. then my friend actually raised her hand and said she owed me an apology and this old lady started fighting for her LIFE. also she was only a little bit polite to my white friend who was standing up for me but didnt have an OUNCE of respect for either of my other friends who were standing up for me who were black and mohawk. like literally what the hell. my friend did record it though and i have that video now so

when i finally came out to my mom i was literally in a costco parking lot. my brother was in the car and he already knew bc he just guessed it ages ago and i said “did you know one in three people are gay” and my mom said “yeah i know”. also i made a cake for my dad bc he wasn’t there and he said “when do we make the ‘we know’ muffins”

i made my 13th birthday cake and right after i finished frosting it i dropped the entire thing on the ground

when i was like 4 i made a mess of paper in the kitchen and my mom told me to clean it up so i went in there and ate all of the paper

in grade 5 my teacher found out i was self harming and for some reason she decided to talk to me about it while we were doing kindergarten buddies. my kindergartener was literally just left alone in the room. i dont know why she decided to use that time

when we were selling my old house it was during covid so we had to leave during all the open houses and one time we came back from driving around the city during one and i went to the bathroom and there was a puddle of piss on the floor. some lady brought her toddler in and she pissed on the floor and she tried to clean it up with toilet paper but for some reason put it in the garbage instead of the toilet so the whole room smelled like piss

in grade 7 i was walking home from school with my partner and i guess i ate something bad and i ended up shitting my pants halfway home

someone here called me a terrorist for lying about gay sex in bathrooms

[mejomonster]

I will say the sexual tension Moonlight Chicken kicks off with damn

Been 3 shows how long was a director waiting to Utilize that high heat energy they give when just sitting standing looking near each other let alone More sjjsjd

Also I get now why someone reviewed this as a bit more Taiwan in bl feel? It does feel more grounded real queer people daily life kind of story, which Taiwan is good at, and just generally rhe visuals make it look SO solid in its visuals as like a very specific identity and very grounded identity rather than a more high fluff show

Third. You KNOW I was screaming at our dude Jim when that demon sprite boy told him hey I'm sober now I want you and Jim went for it. Jim you KNEW you knew that boy was a whole hot mess and a bag of cats! You knew he threw up on your floor! He was slurring and barely walking, u know that boy wasn't sober when he said he wanted to jump ur bones! (Although to be fair, I think the show may actually have decided he WAS sober since that sex scene could've been way clumsier so I guess if demon boy was sober he'll tell us in part 2 and clarify things the morning after, im assuming itll probably go this route cause thai fluff bl usually dont like to take the yikes first hookup route nowadays, i think last one i remember doing it was Together With Me). REGARDLESS my point is jim: u know what a drunk bitch looks like and even if he was sober u know it's not the kinda thing u take a risk on, it's the kinda thing u leave that dude alone in a room for the night until he cools the fuck off and looks at u in the bright morning sunshine with some goddamn confirmed clarity. It was. So funny and such a mess and such a yikes and.

Don't get me wrong I'm here for the drama I'm okay with them being messy bitches starting off in a bad way. It's just also so wild Jim had a seducing horny demon sprite looking dude who wanted to eat him up all night and saw neon flashing warning signs and was like "u know what? He knows I'm gay, I said it won't mean anything in the morning - though he said it might (another RED WARNING FLASH MY DUDE LMAO) and he is KISSING ME AND BITING MY EAR AND EATING ME UP ALRIGHT IMMA TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES I GUESS. like. ???? Alright Jim I get it

This scene works a lot better Because our dude demon sprite looks so horny and intent from the instant he enters the scenes, so the tensions already there nonstop before the moment. Otherwise it would've felt way out of left field.

But yeah lmao. U see these fools making a mistake they're running into full steam ahead and I hope the fallout is wild. I hope it's entertaining television

(I ONLY finished part 1 of ep 1 please no spoilers)

[nonsenuser]

Zaregoto volume 2 rambles and notes

So I reread Strangulation: Kubishime Romanticist (aka vol 2 Zaregoto) AGAIN and this time I decided to make little notes as a went along. BIG TIME spoiler warning ahead because I just made notes where there was big time foreshadowing, def dont read this if you intend to read Zaregoto yourself

Prologue 

“never having loved is the same as never having lived” great quote

Early on in the story ii introduces this idea that him and zerozaki are the same and yet different in ways that cant really be explained.

The idea is they could’ve both turned out to be like the other, say if the circumstances were different and this is what they used to explain their affinity and I guess you could say attraction ;) to each other. 

Chapter 1

I will always adore the kimchee scene. Like he wanted to eat tasty food after being in such a crazy scenario the month before and yet all he comes to is ordering kimchee with absolutely no rice. 

ii talking about college being a space with curiously friendly people, striking up conversation like you’ve been buddies for life and this is so true, especially true since Mikoko is a humanities person (not to stereotype but I personally find people who study these more sociable and friendly than stem majors). Also we get some acknowledgement of II’s horrible memory 

Hilarious that ii orders kimchee again and goes oops and the lunch lady gives him even more than the last time, his poor tongue 

Iis loserness is very relatable. He doesn’t dislike boredom and he enjoys doing nothing more than others. Time to contemplate his own life and escape the hustle of life, ii just happens to like doing this more than others what an edge lord (i get him truly)

Miiko describing II’s scowl and saying he always looks like he’s contemplating something. Hard to approach. Also mentions an AT Field so I much appreciate the EVA reference, once again II is relatable as ever. 

“lovers and drunks have something in common they shove their happiness in other peoples faces” beautiful. And they were both not around during this time, one gone home already and the others still drinking 

Honestly theres something sooooo wow about ii describing his maybe killers appearance in such detail. He doesn’t really do this with any other character in this novel (within the story def not he has met a lot of interesting people. Like aikawa especially). 

Once again he describes how different they are and yet it felt like they were looking in a mirror. 

“he had my heart and I had his eyes” is such a romantic line for some reason. Even tho it is describing two people that are attacking each other. “we stayed there for as long as 5 hours or maybe 5 seconds” also kind of makes it sound like they’re lost in the moment. Earlier in the story II mentions there is “above all else no romance” which is real interesting that there is emphasis on that specifically despite all this. Their first meeting is so good, especially this stuff. They’re sort of captivated by each other because of how they see the similarities in each other its just so good. 

Extra notes:

Mikokos jealousy over Emoto is evident early on with the comment she made about feeling jealous if Ii chan remembered Emoto and not her 

Feminist comment is real interesting idk I guess Ii is a gender neutral asshole, not expecting any sort of message like that in this story especially knowing the events that transpire going forward 

Chapter 2

Iis rooms is so him. Naked light bulb. His wardrobe not jam packed with options oh what a boring guy 

Miiko Asano description is hitting way too close to home for me. 22 years old working various gigs…. Unapproachable at first but pretty cool after oh what a girl I love 

Subdued demeanour, default expression being a glare 

Hahahaha taking about bringing a guy (Zerozaki) back to his room. Schmoozing with the serial killer everyone is talking about under the schijo bride 

Apparently the exact definition of schmoozing is to talk to someone in order to impress or manipulate them which is real interesting 

Eight Queens game. Gets harder as you progress and Ii plays it on his own and he can vent his frustration in losing on his own which is so in character for him. It’s also a good metaphor for how the mysteries in Zaregoto play out as a whole so this is super meta. 

I forgot how delinquent Muimui was

The conversation with Zerozaki about what a friend is, is one of my favourites 

Muimui drunk being like, my brains flipped upside down so my cerebrum and cerebellum are switched which is so real lmfao 

Zerozaki and II have yet to talk about Zerozakis motive for killing. Instead talking about ‘stupid irrelevant things’ and saving the best for last 

Tomoe has this weird infatuation or fixation I guess with Mikoko like she wishes she was like her. And she shares this with II 

Also when the murder happens “it probably wasn’t anything to worry about” would’ve been a dead giveaway if it wasn’t for the phone call that took place later on in the chapter 

And of course the last thing II thinks of before going to bed after hanging out with these new friends and bringing Mikoko home is what is Zerozaki doing right now I wonder if he’s killing anybody…. 

Chapter 3

Mikoko is so obvious about her crush its hilarious, II is just very oblivious (or maybe hes not stupid unreliable narrator)

The interrogation stuff was also really great because its like Ii didn’t even try to be not suspicious but thats just the way he is. And to react to Tomoes death in that way is so bizarre but its very in character considering the first arc 

Ii and Zerozaki at karoke is a real joy, I could reread this part of the story an infinite amount of times and never get sick of it. 

Some highlights though:

general discussion on what it means to kill

The time that passes, they apparently are in that booth for ~4 hours and theres a period of silence for around 1 (although I think this is just Ii being dramatic), and then they go to Tomoes place. They basically hang out all night 

Zerozaki saying “would any girl go that far to learn the address of a random guy? You might not put it past a guy but this is a girl” and then he smiles at Ii. 

“I liked her zero and hated her zero” about Mikoko is just a brutal way to express indifference, I love that line 

discussion on why people die and mentioning apoptosis? genes? Kind of hilarious 

Zerozakis sleeping face (aw) looking like Ii’s huh… 

Chapter 4

Miiko buying antiques and just chilling with her part time job, like I said before I am her I wanna be her. 

Aikawa just licking and biting Ii’s neck. That should be me tbh. 

And Muimuis little convo w Ii in the cafeteria earlier on the in the chapter was good. 

I got a little lazy w my annotating but Aikawa jun time is always great and we got that in this chapter 

Chapter 5

Mikoko and Ii going shopping is kinda sad when you know what happens next. She couldn’t express her feelings and also ii is a dumbass so he doesn’t even know lmao

“The sick masochist freak and the sick sadistic freak. It’s a match made in freaking heaven” (Aikawa Jun about Ii and Zerozaki) 

Ii saying “What a Riot” like Zerozaki does. The foil is foiling (this happens again later with zerozaki saying its all nonsense, the foil is really foiling)

Chapter 6

It really picks up this chapter with Mikoko dying, like thats just crazy. 

Also typical of mr unreliable narrator, but you can pinpoint the moment where its like alluding to the fact that he is hiding something (Sasaki says so) and then your like “oh he fucking swallowed the cloth Mikoko used to strangle herself” 

Chapter 7

They make Akiharu seem like a real dickhead, maybe he is. Especially the ‘I didn’t believe in boy-friendships’ but even more funny is Ii thinking same-gender friendships weren’t possible either LOL.

“Im used to not being liked. In fact, its being liked thats weird for me” Okay edge lord defective product, (but low-key relatable ish)

Also Akiharu saying it looks like ii could kill someone reaffirms the damn foil with Zerozaki. Beautiful. 

I’m like way too lazy to dissect the dream sequence but I appreciate it very much. Its quite good. And its really funny that after he wakes up he’s like aw wtf I got main character syndrome and thought I could dissect her psyche just from a short conversation with her when she was still alive. 

More Zerozaki stuff,,, obviously he saves Ii from the Dark Garb situation. Here’s some random lines/moments I like:

“I didn’t even have to wonder wo it was. I knew him as well as myself” (Ii about Zerozaki)

“Hm? Hey dont doze off on me. At least give me your address first” and of course my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE 

“Yo. Morning, sunshine”. 

Just the fact that Zerozaki watched over Ii all night is yk great, like im so wow. About that 

And then Ii quips like “duh, the killer was Muimui” 

Chapter 8

Beginning of the chapter is basically Ii talking about himself and how he thought he could get away with being happy all alone, but he was wrong, and he also calls himself a loser which yeah he is but in the most interesting way

Muimui confrontation… “is your knight in shining armour (Zerozaki) waiting outside?” 

Also some appreciation for the toxic Yuri with Muimui and Mikoko!! Three cheers,,, she even says she loves her and she LITERALLY killed FOR her. Crazy stuff I forget how yuri-ful nisioisin shit can get 

Muimui: Then kill me now 

Ii: Nah die on your own. 

(Shady af comebacks) 

Cries the final conversation with Zerozaki in this volume… :( 

Also ohmygod the whole string of murders is so ridiculous but its my fave like (they way it carried out) ONLY SECOND to the volume 6 murders lmfao 

Once again theres emphasis on them talking for 2 hours about random shit before parting ways. 

“Zerozaki is there someone you love”

“Hell no man, incidentally I hate myself the most. Or maybe you” Just crazy. Its really nice that in nice moment though ii, admits he does love someone (Kunagisa Tomo) and then we see her next chapter 

Extra note and question I still have is did Ii know Mikoko had feelings for him or was he really ignorant up until the end. This guys a fucking liar through and through so idk. 

Chapter 9

Okay, so I should probably revisit that last chapter again because it puts the murders into perspective, I guess Ii had an inkling of what happened very early on (like after the first murder) and maybe even knew that Mikoko liked him then but wasn’t 100% sure at that point. 

Also really sad that he will forget her, in fact I dont think she comes up again in future volumes even in mention, the only new character we see again later is Zerozaki (and Miiko too). 

“I wanted you to save me” What a grim suicide note. And Ii probably doesn’t even care or want to remember (and cant remember) 

In a way I guess him and Kunagisa are very fitting for each other I mean he calls himself a defective product anyways. They’re both fit for each other and that is clear in not only this part but in future Zaregoto volumes too. 

Final Thoughts

This reread was great and I noticed things I didn’t before. What makes this volume really great in my opinion is Ii's relationship with Zerozaki, and after that I would say the string of murders themselves while these are great it is unfortunate that we never see most of these characters again. however that does make this volume a great one to read on its own (which I have done several times already). I guess the x/y thing never meant anything in the first place? like a side of fries as Ii said, which I was initially upset about but I guess its kinda smart it like big time threw me off too.

[jacqcrisis]

One of my favorite things in fanfiction about video games is how people work in game mechanics, which is what I would find interesting in a stardew valley fic. Like magic exists, and the farmer engages in it with the totems and the monsters and the junimos and the talking to fucking bears and getting a special boy sword in the desert with a cool rock. That's fascinating to include for a story about a character who comes to town where THE LOCALS DONT SEEM ALL THAT BOTHERED OR THEY JUST DONT NOTICE.

So the character of the farmer is a trans guy who's always been bigger, more chubby, and working a few years in an office job has only exacerbated that even if he tries to eat well and exercise when he can. He generally aloof, kind of weird, absolutely had adhd, nice once the social awkwardness around new people fades, an absolute nerd, and determinedly hard working. Despite doing okay in life, the ennui of the corporate world takes hold and something about his late grandpa's old farm has always captivated and called to him in a way he can't explain so when he finally opens that letter, he quits and buys a ticket to Pelican Town on the spot.

Obviously, the farm is a dump and barely has working plumbing but with a mindset of 'its either this or go back to the office', he sets himself to work, clearing out the overgrown fields and planting what little he can. This is his chance to remake himself after all; no one here knows he's trans, no one here knows he's kind of a goober, and no one here has to know anything more about him than what he lets them know. So he decides to present himself as the cool quiet type when he goes into town instead of the talkative annoying, red headed dweeb he actually is.

During his first month, the locals are kind of meh about him, the junimos make their appearance, the wizard makes him drink the Dank Soup, and some interesting things happen to the farmer's...physique in the following months that is both impossible and has him scared and then jazzed. After the first change, he goes to the wizard for help who calms him down and assures him its probably some kind of thanks/incentive from the forest spirits to keep him on track with helping them. With that, the farmer is even more determined to meets the junimos demands.

While the place is weird and weird shit keeps happening, he’s more than happy he moved out here as the first of his crops come in. The farmer gets settled into the town, meets all the locals, and that is where the second part of 'trouble' starts...(this the self indulgent part which is going under a read more)

It's during the first summer that the attitude of the local bachelors starts to change around the farmer. He's always been reserved, quiet, and yet nice around most of them, so for that first season, most didn't notice much. Yet, as if by magic, the farmer gets a bit taller, broader, stronger, and it becomes a lot harder to ignore him when he's hurriedly walking through town, trying to make it to Pierre's before it closes because he forgot to buy more seeds AGAIN.

Shane is the first to have a new opinion on the farmer. He gets kicked out of Marnies on one of his days off for being a depressive little shit and so he takes a walk half drunk into the woods but ends up on the path to the farm up north. Suddenly, he's doing this every Sunday, starting out sometime at noon with a six pack and all hushed up about what he's doing when Marnie asks which is, in fact, spending a few hours drinking and watching his aloof quiet neighbor work under the hot sun, often times shirtless. It's a late Sunday night in early fall after an awful work week when he works up the liquid courage to hop the fence and see if the farmer needs some kind of hand that has nothing to do with his crops.

Harvey starts having to see a lot of the farmer, especially when he starts going into the mines cause he's getting the shit beat out of him by slimes and bugs. So doc sees him in all states of wear and tear and undress and dear God is it something for the awkward doctor man who's finding out his exact type is muscular and chubby and happy to follow the doctor upstairs for a special kind of exam.

Elliott is listless in his search for inspiration but becomes fascinated by the burly new farmer who comes to the beach every few days to fish and check his traps. An odd man reminiscent of a romantic interest in a bodice ripper who rebuilds the broken bridge and gives Elliot any extra fish or crabs he's caught and who doesn't seem to mind when Elliott sits close by with pen and paper, covertly observing. A storm surprises them one fishing session in the winter and its out of the kindness in Elliott’s heart to offer a dry place to stay until the worst of it passes and if he asks for some personal assistance in garnering a different kind of inspiration, well that’s neither here nor there.

The farmer is seen a lot throughout the town, and someone as athletically conscious as Alex has had a wide range of judgements passed onto the farmer. First, a smug mocking opinion about this overweight, out of shape dude taking over a farm, and then one of amazement as the dude works hard at his job and gains more muscle and then finally, at the spa, something a bit more conflicted as he keeps stumbling upon the farmer disrobed and relaxing from a hard day’s work. Alex discovers a few things, most importantly that sound carries extremely well in the spa, but, thankfully, its just the two of them around to hear it.

Or so they think, as there’s one blonde who’s accidentally stumbled across a few illicit meetings of the farmer's and this latest one at the spa is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Sam bitches about it to Sebastian the next time they hang out, ranting and raving about how many times he’s seen the farmer inside some guy around Pelican Town. It’s not like he’s homophobic or anything, but holy shit, why is this always happening to him? Sebastian is kind of weird after hearing this, and actually leaves early because, well...

For Sebastian, he's gotten a very different side of the farmer than most everyone else. He's goofy, he's awkward, he's anxious, he can't sit still, he doesn't stop talking, and he seems to love dropping by and handing things off to Sebastian, whether it's food or something neat from down in the mines. At first, Seb thought he was kind of weird but they've become friends due to shared interests and he's slowly realized he's had a crush on the farmer for a while now and has been trying to figure out how to broach that topic or even just find out if the guy is into dudes at all.

Hearing from an annoyed Sam the farmer has literally fucked every other eligible bachelor in the Valley except him is soul crushing. He doesn't know how to take it and kind of avoids the farmer as he goes around to confirm that his friend and crush is indeed kind of a manwhore. The other four dudes confirm it, all of having hooked up with him anywhere from a few times (Alex) to several (Elliot) to a *shrugs* 'I stopped counting two hands ago' (Shane). Harvey isn't forthcoming with a number but it's somewhere close to Shane given how he mumbles something about ‘bi-weekly’.

His confidence somewhere in hell, Sebastian pretends not to care, realizes he cares a lot, gets a little drunk, and goes to confront the farmer...

And yeah. It's story that would incorporate the forest magic and the inherent weirdness of the game mechanics while also being smutty cause why the fuck not. Idk if I'll ever write it, but I think about and refine it whenever I play stardew valley.

[babymorte]

I am furiously making notes on these, cuz like, I've been doing a lot of Minecraft and Destiny 2 content and it's growing incredibly stale ... and people like seeing me scared apparently

... also, not me reading through this and looking at the original Alan Wake in my epic library (got it for free once)

I'm very used to shooters in general, but the clunky tank controls of older games bring back so many good memories (Tomb Raider 3 comes to mind here) so I'm willing to try all these games at least once, and I don't mind using a ROM, I've had to do it a lot with going back to my childhood like WWF No Mercy on the N64 (god I'm old)

I've seen and heard good things about the RE3 remake and Village, but I heard you kinda need to play RE7 first, care to weigh in on that?

(finally, the Alan Wake 2 trailer convinced me that I would need to be either high or drunk or both to even remotely attempt to play it)

im glad you can find some use in my recs. but yea people tend to like to watch horror games be played. look how fnaf popped off.

oh if you have the original alan wake definitely wanna give that a go. you cant really play the second without the first or it doesnt make a whole lot of sense but its also not scary at all compared to the second. not even 2min in and theres a jumpscare that gave me a heart attack. it also just plays with your mind alot.

if you like shooters you might like f.e.a.r. its not really a resi style game but its an fps with horror elements and some of the jumpscares are really good. the ai is wicked smart though so it gets pretty hard at some parts. if you're going the rom route eternal darkness is a good one, kuon is a magic based atmospheric horror from fromsoft so its really hard but the horror is out of this world. and then theres always itch.io that has a bunch of retro style indie horror games you can really have a field day with.

a lot of people didnt like re3 remake for everything they took out (i have opinions dont get me started) but its really fun and another one you can beat in a little over an hour (well my record is an hour and 12min but that was a speedrun i did so i dont know how long it would take someone not used to it. i love it though its my go to i dont know what to play game. with village you techniceally dont need to play 7 because they do recap it multiple times but village is a direct sequel to 7. if you really wanna be scared though play 7 cuz theres a bunch of horror movie references in it. the one that gets me the most is the evil dead/ringu one in the very beginning. it is a little on the difficult side if you're not used to survival horror because you really do have to just run away from enemies instead of engaging with them or you can really screw yourself. i would say play 7 first but if you get scared easily it might not be the best idea

[mattel-is-nobody]

Time to brainrot about something I guess since I'm being kept up with a migraine.

Now you probably wouldn't think it from looking at me, but I am actually very, very much deeply obsessed with linguistics. To an unhealthy degree, some might say. And one of my favorite linguistic concepts is "This is a stupidly hilarious pun in Language A, but it makes no sense in Language B" The prime example of this is an old Sumerian/Babylonian joke that at this point has had several thousand video essays written about it. You know the one: "A dog walks into a tavern. 'I can't see anything!' he says. 'I'll open this one.'"

And who could forget the Greek Philosopher Chrysippus? In one of the accounts of his death, it is said that he got a bit too drunk at a party and, upon witnessing a donkey eating figs, he said "someone should get that donkey some pure wine to wash down the figs!". He then fucking died of laughter at his own joke. Beause apparently that was the funniest shit he'd ever seen.

Now neither of those make sense in any living language or modern culture, but the fact that it was written down at all means it made enough people laugh for it to be worth recording. And it's fun to look at living languages and see what makes the native speakers laugh but still utterly baffles everyone else. Even better, digital archeaologists in a thousand years are going to have a field day with this post if they ever stumble upon it, so here are a few of my favorite untranslatable puns: Hungarian: A man is pulled over by the police. The officer asks, "Are you drunk?". The man replies, "No, sir, Ivett is my wife"

Japanese: Why dont Hawaiians go to the dentist? Good teeth.

Finnish: "A bar and a screwdriver". That's the entire joke, by the way. Set up and punchline, apparently both right there, and in the original Finnish it's only two words. Apparently it's a reference to something? I'm just going to assume this is a thing you say and people laugh, much like "omae wa, mou shinderu"

Spanish: What fruit is the most patient? It's a pear. So fun fact, my Aunt is from Mexico, and I decided to tell her this joke in the original Spanish (which as a consequence of having a Mexican aunt, I speak pretty well). And I shit you not that as soon as the words "es pera" left my mouth, she let out the longest, heaviest, most world-weary sigh I have ever heard in my 20 years of life, before returning to the tamales she was making. I guess she now knows that my pun game has transcended to include her native language, and in that moment she was preparing herself for the ensuing decades of Spanish wordplay

Another from Japanese because they are gods of wordplay: "7-Up, Pepsi, Coca-Cola, they're all types of what?" "Soda?" "That's right!"

Chinese: "Who is Mi's mother?" "Hua, because peanuts". I took Chinese in high-school and I can verify that this is the shittiest pun I've ever seen, but the reddit user who posted it says "I am yet to find a single Chinese/Taiwanese person who does not find it hilarious"

Aussie English (which I'm including both for English rep and because Aussie slang is so markedly different that Brits and Americans are still unlikely to get it): "What's the difference between fat and cholesterol? You can't crack a cholesterol".

Danish: One sign says to another, "Are you married?" The other replies, "No, I'm divorced"

AND MY PERSONAL FAVORITE: French: "He wished to be Caesar, but he died as Pompey" -- George Clémenceau, commenting on the death of President Felix Faure (I refuse to explain this one or give any further context, go look it up)

Oh and side note. Obviously, no world leader can speak every language, so interpreters are a necessity for negotiation. And of course, world leaders and diplomats are going to try the lighten the mood occaisionally with humor. But for negotiations between most countries, that's hard to do, because there are very few puns with much cross-linguistic utility. Sure, you have that one joke about where cats go when they die that works in English and most Romance languages, but for some more serious negotiations, the number of puns that would make sense in both languages is pretty close to zero, and may very well BE zero. So the question arises, how do interpreters deal with that? Of course there are a lot of possible methods, not all of which are good or even remotely efficient. You could just translate the pun word for word, but as evidenced by the fact that that's literally what I did above, it's not gonna work that well. Explaining the joke also isn't gonna fly, because as we all know, the second you explain a joke is the seond it becomes Not Funny Anymore. The method I've found that I think works best is just to say "They have said a pun that doesn't translate well to English. Laugh now." Which is funny not just because it works, but because it works amazingly. That person on the other end of the table (who we are assuming doesn't speak a lick of English) has no clue what the interpreter is saying, and so must assume their joke was translated faithfully. Sure, their interpreter might know depending on how the whole thing is set up, but considering the vetting process you have to go through to be an interpreter for the POTUS , I highly doubt anyone is going to risk national security over a joke being left untranslated. Both leaders have a laugh, everything ends on good terms, and we avoid nuclear annihilation for another few weeks.

[animaljam67]

my gender is a sweet and friendly girl in your speech and debate class eager to share her poetry with you and my gender is a timid transmasc 12 year old who has an “emo haircut” (a bowl cut) but my gender is also punk teenage boy on his first day of junior year with a smokey the bear plush in hand and a bullet belt that he will be told to take off because it violates dress code and at the same time my gender is the timid girl who so eagerly wanted to fit in with the rest of the girls she hung out with getting stupid drunk and high and she ends up crying about her body image issues to the rest of the group when they give her riddle in and trapped within her the gender of a young girl who just broke the chain of the tetherball when she swang on it and because her classmates called her chubby and bigfoot and sasquatch she blamed the mishap on the fact that she weighed too much rather than the age if the metal holding the ball to the pole and out of that gender comes the dyke who made jokes with her friend about how she used to call her a lesbian after she shaved half her head like skrillex and that maybe someday she would find the right girl but right now shes settling for men because she still needs something to fill the void of being a girl, having the idea that from a young age your body is for the pleasure of another person, a man, learning that sending explicit images to the boys you game with will gain their attention and admiration, when she would drop her voice an octave to not seem “like other girls” even though none of us are exactly alike to eachother.

my gender is what i make it, the experiences that i have had teach me more about myself than any label could. my gender is the memory of past present and future, my gender is the elegance of a small bird, my gender is the rage contained within the earth’s atmosphere with every bustling city of smog and hope along with the towns that lead you out of the city to roads that seamingly never end while you pass every field and forest and town over and over again 5 times and you think you know everything. but then you pass over state lines, time zones, a country’s border. there is differences that not only show up so abruptly you dont even need a sign to know that you’re approaching the texas border, but also so subtle, as the way people look at you changes, as the way people treat strangers as people in their environment rather than other people that just so happen to be in their vicinity, my gender is incomprehensible- both in the way a middle aged man in a tire shop would take one look at me and immediately speak to my boyfriend standing besides me, but also in the way that small children gawk and stsre and their mothers have to grab their hands and whisk them away, as though im some sort of off duty circus freak and i dont interact with people when im out of character.

baby my gender is a showpig. put menup there and let me squeal.

[ka0t1calt]

I don't think I've ever been happy.

Like long term happiness, I don't think that's ever happened to me.

I feel like I've always been just a husk of a person

I don't,,, like anything about me

I never have

I've never felt truly there, I dont

I dont

Suicide just becomes more enticing with every day

I have been getting worse

Am I going to reach out?

Probably not honestly

Eatings been worse, to the point where if I have two meals a day I can barely handle a third

I did some form of self harm, I pinched my skin until it bled

It doesn't seem that out of the ordinary on me because my mother instilled my little habit of picking at my arms

Tried dabbling in overdose, wasn't alot of pills and I was joking about it with a friend but brushed it off as me having such a bad headache that I'd been taking alot of Tylenol

Alcohol is a thing, I went to school tipsy and had more a few nights later because I wanted to feel that euphoria again

But hey, at least my friend loves drunk kaos

I don't know if I want help at this point

Like yeah, it'd be nice if people actually cared

But like, I'm not thought of much

People rarely engage in conversation with me enthusiastically

It's not their fault though, I'm pretty bad at conversation

I don't have alot to talk about anyways I'm pretty boring

I think it'd be pretty pleasant if I died

Like at least people would feel some type of remorse for what they've done

God I hate my voice

It's unfair that im forced to go through this puberty but have to wait until I'm 18 to get different hormones

I'm so tired

I'm tired all the time

It's just constant shit with no breaks

Like there's always something I need to do and if I don't the rest of forever will be permanently fucked

Dysphoria is getting worse in a way

Like I'm kind of okay with my body when I'm alone and not being perceived now, so that's okay

But any type of movements I feel from my chest makes me accutley aware of it's existence and I need to have my arms crossed over my chest alot just to alieviate the shit

God and I have horrendous back pain too

I can't even do anything for too long before I'm in some form of agony

I should see a doctor

I need to see a doctor

But yay guess who's not seeing a doctor

I fucking hate the medical field

Like does it seriously take 4-5 months to tell me if the tests said anything

I'm told things will happen, they dont

Everything is such bullshit

Like at this point I'm pretty sure I qualify for a mental hospital

But I fucking don't feel like I'm doing bad enough to be in there

I'm just so done with everything

[bringmyselftobed]

lease renewed in august

Three years ago from yesterday i was celebrating my engagement. We were at stormking in new windsor upstate new york. two of three figures in a grass field. I shared the moment with a richard serra sculpture we had just been admiring, well he admired and i admired him admiring. Those little corrections seem to matter so much now. We went to a little tapas bistro in lower manhattan that night to celebrate, one he mentioned he had been to before with his ex so he knew it would be good. I kept the receipt and still have it buried in a box of artifacts on my dresser i wouldn't dare to open. I remember the drunken uber home pleading with god to let me get all the food i had just engorged on back up by any means necessary. I dont remember if we had sex or not, i remeber not being able to get all the fried octopus out of my stomach. It was the first vacation i had been on in 4 years.

In about three weeks give or take i will be considered a year practically recovered from bulimia.

In about three weeks give or take, one year ago, i was moving out of my house. My mom came over and let me lay my head in her lap, she told me i had to be the one to leave. In common daughter and mother practice i defied her for arguments sake. My only argument being denial. I wanted to hold onto the house forced upon me, committing to my life being one big larp of house wife and arguments and getting too drunk to even remember making up. Where i thought i could be comfortable. I really did love him though. Like a stray beaten dog loves its foster family. I thought he could save me and i thought he was the only one who could save me. How would you feel forcing that stray dog back onto the streets? Thats what i thought he was doing to me. My friends had a spare room and i promised them it would be max 6 months until i figured all this shit out. In about three weeks give or take i will have been here a year. They helped me pack my shit, drove cars back and forth with boxes, loudly declared “no we got it” every time he offered his help all while I couldnt even mutter a word let alone bark. I let him keep our cat we adopted together fearing hed grow to resent me if i held my ground. My mom was the only one who told me to let him keep the cat, and for some reason i didnt argue with her on that.

Bulimia was a center point of my life and identity long before we got together. it was my main focus for our entire relationship too. And i could say something hardly profound about how the day he broke our engagement off was the day i finally stopped binging and purging. Although I think not saying it keeps it still profound and weighted in my head. But in hopes of humoring the reader, i think the true weight, the lies he told me, the situations i couldnt make up if i tried, finally didnt matter. I didnt have to worry if he was going to cheat on me with my friend anymore. I was released from this karmic cycle of insecurity and bottom line that drove me to insanity. All the fights about it didnt even fucking matter anymore! And i was thankful! In a weeks time of being out of the house i had a calgary of beautiful friends i would have never known were there, a widened circle of people who wanted to hear me talk, laugh at my jokes, i was telling jokes again! They heard me laugh as they heard me cry and you cant always get friends like that, you cant always be as lucky as i was. As i am.

This year, right here right now, im on day three or four of my first quarantine with covid. See i told ya im lucky. And im writing something i want to be proud of for the first time in 3 years. And im remembering how easy it can be, and that it doesnt have to be painful it just has to be honest. I hope i let people read this one. My roommate just brought me some dinner she made, knock knock its outside dont forget to put your muzzle on to grab it! Ive never felt love like this.

And if i were to think of a year from now, id like to hope id let myself fall in love again. And i know that it wont feel like saving and it wont feel like pressure or shame. And after a year im flooded with what feels like a lifetime without him. A lifetime of two very bad hookups, parties where everyone complimented my cooking, doing yoga in the living room with anna, coffee dates with morgan, crying at my serving job, getting drunk with nick and sidney, smoking weed and completely wigging out, learning how to make a career from logan, and feeling her tough love, dancing and stealing flowers from neighbors with cayla, laughing until i pee with shelly, understatement of the year, ordering clothes on the real real, crying in the car with my mom, making out with lippy, then telling lippy i didnt want to make out when the coke wore off, deciding i didnt wanna do coke anymore, making out with whatever random lunged at me in a club, deleting hinge and redownloading and deleting again for good i think (a couple weeks ago), ordering clothes on depop, a couple insatiable internet crushes, falling asleep on the couch, rewatching game of thrones twice in 3 weeks, sleepovers and new tattoos in my kitchen with jacob, reminiscing with ana about music wishing i saw her more often, watching romcoms with tori in her attic apartment, and laughing with austyn, in the middle of a crowded italian restaurant which is clearly understaffed all because i made him do lady and the tramp noodle. getting free dessert and never even considering how id get it back up. Thats what a year feels like, a lifetime.

[sxftkxssxs]

i have a request! how would the courtiers react if they were there when mc broke a leg/how would they act throughout the healing process? -broken leg anon :3

ksdjfldsk I hope ur recovery is going/will go well, dear! And I hope this brings you some happiness <3

The coutiers with a broken leg mc

Volta

she jumps 50 feet in the air no joke

she heard the crack and that so unsettling break of ur leg and

She runs faster than ever to get you actual helps since she’s kinda, not good in the medical field-

She doesn’t know how much she can help with ur recovery-

but she tries!

she actually offers you food?? and everyone looks at her when she does it bc-

She’s never done that with anyone before??

She does check in with you when she remembers to!

hugs <3 (she’s very tiny dont squeeze too hard)

i wouldnt ask her to help you get anywhere since she’s not built for that but she tries to make sure there’s someone to help-

You groaned, pulling yourself to sit up. Immediately you could smell something amazing. You looked over to see a gorgeous plate of food on your bedside table. There was a hurried note beside it, most obviously in volta’s handwriting. (And drool?? on the paper?)

‘I hope this helps you feel better, countess mentioned yesterday was hard for you.

- Volta’

Valerius

you can see the immediate disgust and concern mixed on his face when he hears a crack

takes one look at your leg and almost throws up

mans almost went to vlademar but knew they’d just cut ur leg off most likely

When ur leg is finally not..a mess

he is checking in on you and helping in his own way

he does this by watching ur body language, if ur tense he gets literally everyone to either leave u alone or- not be shitty

no do not ask for any physical help or affection in public <3 he’ll walk away from u

if anyone asks he literally goes into hard denial

he won’t let you drink with him bc well- if you get drunk with a broken leg he’s not responsible for whatever you break next

no he will not help you *putting his arm out to keep you stable*

You gave yourself a slight reminder to thank Valerius later. The halls were quiet, and easy for you to make your way through. Valerius had people clear out certain places that had been way too cluttered for you to move through. Now you didn’t have to take the long routes, thank god. When you got to your seat at the table you saw a little note under your plate.

‘Don’t break anything else, people complain too much when they have to clean.

- Valerius’

Vlastomil

dear god no

he screams so loud when he sees your leg all twisted

everyone in the palace starts running to you bc of his screech

he does stay near you but mostly to see if this will permanently damage you

always describes you as a fragile creature compared to his baby worms

the one who always keeps you balanced with no complaints

probably gifts you a worm based gift (throw it away and he’ll cry)

literally forces you to relax sometimes bc ur getting cranky about not being able to walk properly

do not let him cook for you. that’s portias job and he’ll burn the palace down

appreciate him bc if he’s gone ur stuck with Valerius to keep you balanced

You let out a little huff, giving Vlastomil a soft thank you. He doesn’t respond but appreciates it nonetheless. When he leaves you, there’s a note in your pocket. You didn’t think him to be the one to be sneaky..

‘Humans are such fragile creatures, maybe you’d be even cuter as a worm. For now keep yourself in one piece. I’ll keep working on that work idea..

- Vlastomil’

Vulgora

literally laughs at you when they hear that crack

You have to yell and throw a shoe at them to get them to go get help

they aren’t much help at all in any field of recovery besides physical therapy if you need it

you heard me. physical therapy.

they move all the time, they know if something is way wrong with how youre moving

they’re really harsh with words but they do try to help you move better

how else are they supposed to fight you on fair grounds mf

you’ll actually owe them a lot of thanks for this,

they’re good at helping you get used to walking after you no longer need to be so careful

they wanna see how your fighting styles changed after this </3

You let out a sigh, you knew you’d have hell to pay after asking Vulgora for help but jesus. You didn’t expect them to keep running their mouth the whole time. Ignoring the talking though, you had to be grateful for how patient they were being. When you finally got done with Vulgora, you found a note on your nightstand. Classic all small caps Vulgora handwriting.

‘DONT BREAK ANYTHING ELSE. HELPING YOU TAKES FOREVER AND IM READY TO DUEL AGAIN. LETS HAVE A FIGHT ONCE YOU CAN MOVE PROPERLY!

- VULGORA’

Vlademar

oh no

no actually that’s all they say when your leg breaks-!

they’re super iffy to be around but, what’s the point in just examining your leg??

they actually fix you up and don’t rip you open???

you shouldn’t be surprised, if they were going to examine you they would’ve already done it

“this isn’t a big deal vlademar” “if i don’t have you in perfect condition soon the fools body will get ruined >:((“

it’s mostly about the body but? if they’ve gotten attached to you it’s a lot more than that

basically the mother hen over you out of everyone

also the one who assigned them all the jobs of how to help you

(they’re very disappointed in Valerius 😐)

very content with themselves when you’re all fixed up

You shiver at the coldness of Vlademar’s hands. “Is this really necessary to check Vlademar-?” Their look is immediately shutting you up. “Yes, I’ve got to make sure the fools body and you are fully intact.” Once theyve finally stopped looking all over your leg for any injury left, they let you go. Leaving a note on your desk.

‘Let’s keep you healthy. I wouldn’t want you or the fools body disappearing so soon. I’ll check in again soon.

- Vlademar’