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poor-sickies · 1 year

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Could you do "arm in a sling" with Keith? Insisting he can still fight since he's ambidextrous and can use his sword with his uninjured arm just fine?

Read my post first! - TLDR: I'm releasing unfinished drafts!

Okay, we're starting with a good one! This was one of my favourite prompts, but I guess I never really finished it properly as I wanted.

My original concept (written back in 2018): It was a bad fight, and they come back at night, he's got a dislocated shoulder, broken radius, broken clavicle, cracked humerus, so his arm pretty much destroyed lmao, is in a sling and strapped to his chest. He spends the night in pain, until Coran digs up some painkillers to soothe the pain. Then he's bored and insists on training like that. Shiro says no, but finds him later in the training room, actually doing well. Shiro drags Keith away and sends him to Hunk, who is repairing Keith's lion. They kinda lay there, Hunk fixing the lion, Keith passing him the tools, and they have a heart to heart.

Comments (written now): So with this one my main goal was to have a cute scene with Keith and Hunk hanging out - because it was such a wholesome friendship, and I would have loved to see it more on the show. I have some stuff written with the two of them on other fics, but this one would probably be the more canon-ish setting I ever wrote (or tried to). Sadly, I did not get to write it :( I have a very clear picture of how they’d interact here - Hunk is repairing Red, and Keith, after breaking his arm, and just being unable to do much in general, feeling kinda groggy from painkillers, and after being dragged there by Shiro, sits with Hunk, helping him out, passing tools, while they’re both talking. But that’s the ending scene - of course I wanted to self indulge, and have some injury after care. So this all starts with Keith being treated in the infirmary by Shiro and Coran, and just having a really bad night. All while hating the hassle of recovery in general.

Well... have fun!

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"This should keep it stable enough," Coran says, adjusting the strap around Keith's torso.

At times like this, Shiro is immensely glad Coran has some sort of medical training. Cryopods were a blessing, of course, but with a war going on and damage to the ship happening this often, couldn't be operational all the time. Unfortunately, it always seemed like the worst time possible to have them down.

He makes a move to help Keith out of the infirmary bed, but Keith looks down, not wanting to go just yet, and frowns, tugging on the sling, eyeing it with discomfort.

And as much as Shiro agrees that yes, it does totally suck to wear a sling, this time it's undiscussable.

Keith had managed to break his collarbone, dislocate his shoulder, and break just about every bone you could break in an arm. A hairline fracture on his humerus, and a clean one right across his ulna and radius were enough to grant him some time in a sling by themselves, much more with his shoulder and clavicle in the state they were in.

And Keith surely understands the necessity, of course. The list of injuries was far more than usual, and all of it on his left arm.

That doesn't make him less grouchy.

"How long do I have to keep it like this?" He asks, his right hand pointing to the sling. It's dark blue, similar to the ones on earth, and goes over his shoulder, with an additional strap around his ribs, effectively restricting any kind of movement.

Shiro takes in how tired and dishevelled he looks, the pent up energy from the battle long gone, making him appear smaller and more fragile than usual.

"Not long if the cryopods go online soon," Coran says, back turned to them, as he tidies up the medical box.

"But without cryopods, a couple of weeks at the very least," Shiro warns him, apologetically.

Keith groans, as Shiro helps him out of the bed.

He's in pain, despite not wanting to admit it. He keeps his head down, and tries his best not to jostle his left side.

"I can get to my room alright, Shiro," Keith points out, with no real bite in his voice. He's too tired for it.

"I know," Shiro says, with a friendly (and careful) pat on his back, "just keeping you company on the way."

Keith doesn't say anything else until they get to his room.

His red jacket is still thrown across his bed, like he left it this afternoon, before the emergency beacon activated and he had to change into his armour with a half unusual rush.

Fortunately Shiro had brought one of his comfy t-shirts to the infirmary before Coran fitted his sling, or else the painful process would have to be repeated so he could change. But he was still using his under suit, the top part falling around his waist.

Shiro picks up his red paladin pyjama pants and gently asks if he needs help.

“I’m fine,” Keith mumbles, trying to push his under suit down. The stretchy material doesn’t move much, and Keith only manages to push it down to his mid thigh, before giving up with a frustrated sigh.

Shiro places the pair of pants in Keith's lap, and kneels in front of him, to pull at the ankles of the suit, letting it come out like a snake shedding skin.

Keith lets him put each of his legs in the red pyjama pants, and stands to pull them up clumsily.

"Thanks," he says, stifled and low.

"Try to get some sleep," Shiro advises as he tucks the sheets around him, "you need to rest. And call if you need anything."

Keith nods, shifting to the side a little to find a somewhat comfortable position.

He supposes it's in vain.

The first few hours go by in a haze. It's dark and silent, only the noise of rustling sheets as he moves. His arm aches, through his shoulder and collarbone, flaring up with pain every time he rolls over. He doesn't know what time it is, but it really makes no difference. It's not like he feels capable of getting up for anything either. The others are probably asleep by now, there are no cryopods available, and whatever medicine there is out there would probably kill him.

He tries counting sheep, breathing exercises, laying really still - but his body doesn't want to sleep.

Keith almost doesn't believe it when his clock reaches seven AM, Earth time, and he hasn't slept at all.

Shiro comes to check on him, before his morning workout. He's still in his sweatpants, the black ones with the lion slippers, and from his face, wasn't expecting to see him awake.

"You woke up early," he comments with a half smile, stepping inside, and sits on the bed, next to Keith. "How did you sleep?"

Keith chuckles, humourlessly, and he's so glad it's Shiro here and that he's able to be honest. "I didn't."

Shiro grimaces. "At all?"

"No."

Shiro moves closer, and sits on the edge of the mattress.

"How bad is the pain?" he asks, taking in the dark circles around Keith's eyes and the careful way he moves.

"Worse than usual," Keith admits. At this point, there's no point in hiding it. He feels terrible. His vision swims with exhaustion, and his arm throbs. Hell, he needs sleep, but how is he supposed to with his arm hurting like this?

Shiro shakes his head. "Well I'm gonna get Coran. You need painkillers and rest. You look terrible."

Keith doesn't argue this time, and lets Shiro cover him back with his blankets and tuck him in. The prospect of being able to sleep soon and having some pain relief brings him some comfort. He lays back and relishes in it.

Shiro doesn’t take long to come back, with two pills and a glass of water.

“Here,” Shiro says, “Coran said these don’t have many side effects, you’ll just feel a little lightheaded when you wake up. Just try to sleep, and call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks Shiro,” Keith mumbles tiredly, head back to the pillow. Shiro dims the lights and closes the door.

It’s four hours later when Keith wakes up again, confused and groggy, but his arm doesn’t hurt anymore. He sits up slowly, his balance a little thrown off with only one able arm, and rubs his eyes.

He shuffles slowly to the lounge, not caring about his hair probably sticking a various directions. He's not as tired anymore, but he still feels pretty off.

#m #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith vld #a writes #injury #anonymous #ask #bad things happen bingo

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fae-iii · 2 months

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My Animal Crossing: New Horizons Home!

I said a while ago I might show off my old Animal Crossing house and now I am! Here we go:

Here's my home! Nothing special-looking imo, what was I going for here, traditional Japan? I'm not, like, a huge Japan-head or anything, it's a neat place… I guess? Your guess is as good as mine. Plz ignore the boring town layout.

I was kinda surprised to see that my character basically has the same face as Fae. It's like that general eye and mouth shape's been bouncing around in my head since at least 2020. Spooky. Anyway, other than that, I'm dressed as a little business freak. Didn't have anything assigned to the costume wand, I kinda wanted to see exactly what else I wore then.

So this is my kitchen/ dining room. I think it feels very warm and cozy. It's a bit like my memory of my gramma's kitchen even though it really looks nothing like it. Got pictures of Audie and Scoot on the wall. RIP, wherever they are.

OH MY GOD!!!

Uh, anyway, here's my classy trophy upstairs room where I display some of the achievement items (I don't know how to play the piano).

And an "unfinished" basement!!! With all the junk you can't bear to throw out!

It wouldn't be "Terror Island" without a spooky room!

I don't remember making this room… BUT IT'S 10/10 WOWW!!!

EXTRA:

Bob used to live here, but… he must've moved out? I thought they didn't do that without saying goodbye first; he knows I have abandonment issues 😿. This other guy also named Bob moved in and he's just not the same. Do you think maybe he did something to the real Bob🙀?? This is scaring me you guys!!!

So that's basically it, you're not missing much seeing the island, it unfortunately doesn't live up to the namesake "Terror Island." Just the normal amount of barely-organized flower arrays littering the entire island like I'm certain >90% of islands are. There needed to be, like, a better way of growing plants without taking up all the room and being left with so much slow digging busywork, probably one of the reasons why I lost steam with the game.

#Animal Crossing #ACNH #ACNH Home

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theomnicode · 1 year

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Aight so, I've not posted this fanfic thingy all the way back from May because I don't often post unfinished WIP stuff that I've just type on discord but I'm feeling it might suddenly become relevant...

Saigenos in a nightmare

- soundscape -

Saitama stares blearily ahead as he rolls down his futon. Whole day of busting monsters would make anybody tired and even someone as strong as Saitama needed his sleep.

"Man I'm tired", he stretches his mouth open with a mighty yawn and throws away his hero clothes, switching to his pyjamas, "whole day of busting monsters, I am so ready to sleep."

Genos rolls down another futon next to his sensei and nods his head. "We definitely deserve our rest sensei, today was quite a busy day. I will wash our clothes in the morning." Silence greets him and he turns around and sees Saitama is already seemingly fast asleep and breathing evenly, completely tuckered out and awkwardly sprawled on his futon, hugging his pillow.

Genos huffs in amusement and settles down to sleep, muttering "good night sensei" and getting back half-asleep mumble of good night wish. Genos shuts his eyes and lets sleep mode take him into the realm of dreams.

Neither notices the ominous shadowy figure outside their window, cast in moonlight.

- soundscape -

-*-

Saitama's dream looks… very weird. Vibrant purple and black colours surround him, pulsing pustules with veins covering them and the entire view feels unsettling on a deeply subconscious level. Saitama realises he is dreaming and remembers something called lucid dreaming where the person becomes aware of their dream state. He had a lucid dream a bit ago against the ground moles- whatever were they called again- and ponders if he could actually have some fun fighting against somebody strong in his dream state. Yet his instincts are on high alerted state, so he remains cautious and looks around, attempting to pinpoint any potential threats.

He catches movement in his peripheral vision and immediately accosts the blurry shadow figure.

"Oi, are you here to conquer the surface as well, sewer dude? Bring it!" He shouts and claps his fist into his palm. The blurry figure suddenly sharpens in appearance and Saitama can make out it's actual features: molding, cancerous and pustule filled face, sharp and long knives in place of it's fingers and weirdly enough, brimmed hat.

"Wait, aren't you from that old american film? The uhm… "A night mark on Elmo" -something?" Saitama points excitedly.

"It's "A Nightmare on Elm street"", the figure scoffs, "and I am called Akumu, your worst ephialtes."

Saitama picks his ear. "The what now?"

The purple and crueler looking Freddy Krueger lookalike sighs. "It does not matter. I'm not here to wax philosophy, I am here to make a proposition."

"Couldn't you have waited till morning? I wanted to sleep at least 10 hours, I'm beat. Although this lucid dream is kinda cool…" Saitama makes a show of looking around awed, but the uneasy feeling in his gut does not fade away.

- soundscape -

Akumu does not look amused and clenches his fist, stretching his knife-fingers menacingly. "Don't play dumb with me, Saitama." Hearing his name coming out of the monster's mouth so casually makes chill creep down on his spine and he straightens his posture, narrowing his gaze.

"So what do you want? Spill the beans."

The monster's jaw breaks into a wide, cruel grin. "I want you to become a monster and join our cause, bring havoc into this world. With your strenght, we can bring the world to it's knees."

Saitama stares. "In your dreams."

"Heheheh…" the being laughs, unperturbed by Saitama's response. "Funny, that we are in fact, in my dreams. I control everything that happens in the dreamscape. Everything. For I am the Hypnos of Nightmares, everyone who dreams will bow down to my will." He raises his knife hand and points at Saitama. "You included. Your subconscious is my plaything now. And I can dig out your deepest, darkest secrets, hopes and fears. You will join us, one way or another."

Saitama grits his teeth. So much for peaceful slumber.

-*-

- soundscape -

Genos did not recall a time when his dreams used to be this… vivid. Psychedelic even. He frowns as he looks at the violet zone he's standing on, the unnatural formation of abscesses making him feel on edge. He remembers turning in and activating sleep mode like he normally does, and yet his internal status readouts indicate he is not resting. Red ERROR message flashes in his status monitoring screen. Something is very off and he intends to find out what.

'Lucid dreaming? Possibly, but inconclusive, my scanners would confirm a resting state of my body in that case', his logical mind started to tick down potential causes. 'A monster attack is also unlikely, my proximity sensors would've sensed an intruder and a monster would have tried to take advantage of our sleeping states and strike. However, Sensei would have woken up and eliminated the threat instantly, if that was the case.' His golden irises scan the environment fruitlessly, not detecting any anomalies. 'My status informs me my physical body is also unharmed. I wonder what is going on…'

A sudden alert from his sensors makes him instantly turn and ready his stance, pointing his incineration cannon at the source; a blurry figure materialises roughly twenty meters away from him. A memory strikes him as he takes in the humanoid form with grotesque face, dirty sweater and a knife-glove.

"Why do you look like the fictional mass murderer from a classic American horror film that me and sensei watched few weeks ago? What is your intent? Answer me or I will eliminate you", he demands from the mysterious character.

The uncanny humanoid huffs in amusement. "Heh, straight to the point as always, Genos." Then the monster's visage turns into an ugly sneer. "Or should I call you Gennosuke? Or maybe even that dear nickname Gen your mother used to call you by?"

If Genos still had an organic heart, it would have leaped to his throat and he barely suppresses a flinch, black schlera widening. "How do you know--"

"Your real name?" The monster interrupts him, finger-knives scratching against each other in sinister fashion. "I know everything, my dear Genos. You may call me Akumu, the governor of dreamscape and your worst nightmare. Why don't you amuse me for a little while?" He taunts and waves Genos towards.

Genos' expression turns into controlled anger. He refused to show anymore how much this monster's knowledge has shaken him. "I will squeeze the answers out of you then."

"You can try."

Bright, white-hot plasma erupts from Genos' mechanical palm. "Incinerate!"

Large explosions and gouts of flame burst from the spot where the figure was last seen standing and Genos sprints into action.

- soundscape - Monster theme

- soundscape - Genos theme

His motion sensors catch the monster's blurred movement jumping out of the explosion he had caused and Genos chases swiftly with a thruster propelled punch and when that move gets expectedly blocked, he uses that momentum to extend his leg into a spinning kick at the monster's head. He's unprepared for the figure completely vanishing from his vision, untrackable.

'That fast!? No, that was not speed, that was--' he barely manages to correct his landing when sharp knives thrust at his side and he deflects with his own retractable arm-blade, swinging upwards, metal grinding on metal loudly as he pushes his opponent away and rears his other hand into a punch, high voltage escaping his closed fist. Again, the figure disappears before his strike connects and he immediately probes the area for any organisms.

'This monster can teleport at will, so he could appear from anywhere. I need to be cautious.'

His quick reflexes save him as he ducks a swipe aimed at the back of his neck, intent on decapitating him. He answers with a rocket booster powered heel kick into the being's stomach and hearing a satisfying grunt of pain, powers up both of his arm cannons to lift from the ground into another spinning kick. He clicks his tongue in annoyance when he hits empty air. But this time he is ready for it, the cybernetic engine inside his chest already energized.

Genos' eyes suffuse into golden light. 'Accelerate'

His form disappears into supersonic speed with a loud boom, kicking up soft mould in his wake.

Less than a blink later, his metallic form clears into existence behind Akumu, who had attempted to flank and stab him in his previous position. He allows a small smirk grace his lips at the confused sound his opponent makes when he realised he had missed the target.

"I have analysed your attack pattern. You lose."

"Machine Gun Blow!"

Genos' fists seem to phase into multiple copies at the extreme velocity of his vicious punches, each hit compacting forcefully into the unguarded back of his enemy and sending him flying.

'I got him now', Genos thinks victoriously and with grim determination to finish it, crouches and claps his arms together to fuse them, opening metal plates into several large cannons glowing with heat, ready to fire.

"Incinerate!" He shouts as he shoots a massive, spiraling beam of plasma directly at his foe, encompassing them in it's deadly ray. A solid hit that should have evaporated the monster entirely and he observes the spectacle of ruined and burning landscape, unfusing his sizzling arm cannons and puffing excessive steam out of his mouth.

- soundscape -

A clapping sound on his left makes him gasp in disbelief and turn on his heel to face the gnarly monster. He appears entirely unhurt, even the brimmed brown hat he's wearing appears untouched. How-

"Bravo Genos, bravo. You sure like to put on a show eh?" Akumu comments derisively. Genos stares at him furiously and the clapping abruptly stops. He almost does not hear the following, soft whisper the Nightmare incarnation makes under his breath.

"My turn."

Genos' legs suddenly give out under him, severed from knees down.

'What?'

He grunts in surprised pain and falls on his side as Akumu teleports in front him, a pair of robotic shins in his hands. "Now what were you saying about me losing hm?" He tosses Genos' broken legs away like rags. "I don't think you scrutinized our conversations carefully enough, my dear Gennosuke. Forget something important when you fought me?" He jeers with a cruel tone.

Genos wracks his brain for anything significant he had missed, nervous at this new development. "You call yourself Akumu, the governor of dreamscape and self-proclaimed worst nightmare of mine." He delivers flatly and pulls his arm closer to support his upper-body weight.

"Good, now tell me what does that entail? Go on, use that remaining brain of yours", Akumu continues mockingly, tapping his head with a finger.

"…The governor of dreamscape…wait, you mean--"

This entire time, they had been inside a dream!? Everything felt so real. Too real. Even the brittle texture of the soil under his arms registered in his sensors, the energy output, pushback and heat of his Spiral Incineration Cannon felt too tangible. Genos had considered the possibility and discarded it, but now…if this monster implied it had full control over his dream…

The monster's face stretches into a wide smirk. "Welcome to your worst nightmare. Are you not entertained?"

Genos acutely wishes he hadn't gone to sleep at all.

Now my long thoughts about this and why I'm posting it now lol.

Literally Saitama in chapter 172.

Akumu does not look amused and clenches his fist, stretching his knife-fingers menacingly. "Don't play dumb with me, Saitama."

Literally Fubuki to Saitama in 176.

"So what do you want? Spill the beans."

Chapter 172 cover.

"Good, now tell me what does that entail? Go on, use that remaining brain of yours", Akumu continues mockingly, tapping his head with a finger.

I swear to god Genos getting literally halved in two with one side of the brain remaining hadn't even crossed my mind. Or maybe it had, subconsciously. But damn if this is not a prophetic level taunt. I wrote this originally in 11th of May 2022.

Now my random discord thoughts about this from discord.

yap edgy teen genos oh my god I hadnt even realised THEY SOUND PHONETICALLY VERY SIMILAR TOO abjdsladfs<;f I think my subconscious is more brilliant than I am I had only thought about the alphabetic letters in it omggg

gennosuke 元之丞元 means "origin."　之 means "this. dictates."　丞 means "to assist."

Akumu actually means nightmare in japanese and bunch of the monsters have japanese sounding names too "What does ephialtes mean in modern Greek? Name. After the betrayal of Ephialtes, the name "Ephialtes" received a lasting stigma; it came to mean "nightmare" in the Greek language and to symbolize the archetypal traitor in Greek culture." lol I didnt even see the symbolism, it fits even better now because he wants to make saitama essentially betray everyone for personal gain for monsters and for saitama's personal interests hm I did not really make the villain speech as I wanted cuz I wanted to express that he controls dreams so he can do whatever and that it also translates into real world but I also wanted him to laugh when saitama quips "in your dreams" because it would be funny to a villain who's specialty is dream control

do I want him to go all out and the monster just overwhelming him, or do I want him to have difficulty even using his moves because it's a dreamscape and there's this funny thing about dreams where person often feels resistance to like, moving around and so your body can feel like it's not obeying your commands inside dreams even if you want it to or do I just want the monster to subvert his control like genos can't do anything because the monster is all powerful inside a dream

genos has to struggle, because the point is that if he loses, he would die inside his dream and become brain-dead for going into coma and what the monster wants is either saitama's overwhelming desire to help genos would aid the monster in using his power to turn saitama into a monster because the monster wills it or if that does not happen, genos would lose and die and saitama's anger would also turn him into a monster and the reason this could even happen would be because it's a dreamscape so the monster can manipulate what happens inside uuhm hold on lemme think more..

but also, I want to make it so saitama feels powerless to help genos, because he's isolated from genos inside his own dream and the monster can just showcase him what is happening inside genos dream (actually hold on my original plan was that there is a forcefield that keeps him at bay but there is no fucking way saitama could just.. go into genos dream and help him) (I am confusing my own narrative here uuh) it would work better if saitama cant just punch his way into genos dream but it would also give him no real way to help genos I had also thought that if saitama exits his own dream, he would leave genos behind to die inside his dream, so he cant just bust out willy nilly the conclusive moment would've been that despite the monster being in control of dreams, that saitama's overwhelming willpower would overturn the dream in his favour so he could go and defeat the monster inside genos dream and then they could exit actually would it make sense that the monster just connected their dreams anyways, I wanted to make it so the monster has control, so saitama cannot just punch it to non-existence and even if he did, he would doom genos into coma because genos could not get out on his own and saitama's dream would end if he defeated the monster on his side of dream maybe the monsters's physical form is actually really weak, so the very moment they both wake up, saitama could def just punch the creep but the real question is: do I write that they can like, use their powers but it's just not working at all or do I write it so that they feel super nerfed inside their dreams and that's why they can't touch this monster

I think I actually got it, they do not have to defeat the monster inside their heads, it is enough that saitama gets to genos via their connected dreams because he has enough willpower to force them to awaken despite the monster influence meanwhile, genos does not have this unbending willpower and he would be stuck if he was left alone (muokattu) people awaken from bad dreams, but it's the monster who keeps them inside their dream against their will is it too lame way to conclude?

also I kinda worry what would be the implication of… saitama busting out the dream barrier between his and genos dream to get to him I know there are some documentations bout dream world irl about shared dreaming aren't they? where people dream about the same thing or appear in other people's dreams randomly actually hold up what does genos even wear to sleep because that would be his dream appearance saitama would have his pyjamas maybe I can make saitama try to take down the monster, but it's just not working well for him and at first he feels kind of thrilled because he's having fun time fighting like against the subterraneans, but then the monster reveals how he would force saitama turn into a monster and does that villain explanation trope about what would happen to poor genos if he just defeated him here or left and it would also reveal the connected dream and saitama realises that genos is dreaming too and he's also losing and whatever thrill he had turns into dread but also the problem is that… if they dont have enough power to defeat this monster singularily because the monster controls the dreams and therefore, all the actions they can do against him, then how could they defeat them even if they tag teamed since the point is that the monster is undefeatable inside their dreams

hm, maybe they could TRY to tag team first but then figure out that the monster is still in control and perhaps even exerting it's control over them more because it's getting desperate it's plan to turn saitama into a monster is not working becuse saitama can now protect genos from him so idk, maybe saitama gets this genious idea and he actually slaps genos awake and then himself

but honestly, I've already built this monster into being something that can look at person's subconscious and knows everything, so it knows what that person hopes and fears and their memories, so it knows what is important to saitama and tries to use that knowledge against him

and I want to convey saitama feeling like he's being cornered via this intimate knowledge of his self, that he does not have choice because he cannot one punch this monster out of existence in his dream and unless he allows the monster to turn him also into a monster and recruit him, he would lose genos if he does not comply and if he allows the monster to kill genos, the monster would use his emotional state to turn him into a monster anyway convey that it's a lose/lose situation for saitama

also I had just though about the baku idea and it would be funny that when they wake up and see the baku and saitama is like "…what are you?" and then genos in typical genos fashion, goes into explanation about mythological creatures and then saitama cuts him off and is like "yea yea but why does it look like a (whatsitcalled)" and then baku starts to whimper and grovel because it's actually a small cowardly monster who just tried to appeal cool and useful to the monster association and who had watched too many horror movies and saitama is not amused and yeets him into the pavement below because he doesn't want to clean up monster guts from his apartment at 4am but it would also just kind of make slight of the entire dream that happened and im not sure I want that

So...dream monster Freddy Krueger that uses subconscious against them. :D

#opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #fanfiction #my own work #freddy krueger #nightmare #dream scenario #subconscious #soundscape #long #wip

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warrior-u-preservation · 1 year

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Interview with The Path Podcast (Full written responses)

(Note: The interview itself will be different, since mod myne represented both mods on the podcast. However, this includes our full feelings on the questions that were provided to us.)

Who are you and how did you end up walking the path of a "warrior u" writer/comic creator?

Myne: I go by worldismyne for fandom related pursuits.

I'd like to clarify that Aisha Thani is the creator of Warrior U. Just like multiple people have written for Stan Lee's creations, I'm just a writer who's received permission from the creator to distribute and monetize works within her universe.

I've been in the WU fandom since 2014; at that time Aisha made the comic, ran an in character ask blog, a concept art blog and the main blog. I can only imagine how much work that was. A hard drive crash killed about 6 or so pages of Ambrosia, the last story arch she was working on; three weeks worth of updates up and gone. I watched writer’s block take hold and kill my favorite series in real time. Having to go back and redo work she’d already done had given her time to look at it and go ‘I can’t post this, this is awful’, but by then all of us were waiting for the next update for over a month, she couldn’t go back and rewrite the entire arch. It didn’t help that this was the origin story for a fan favorite character, so there was all this pressure to make it perfect. Instead, after about six artists made fan comics to feed the hungry fandom… she announced the end. The website, the blogs, one by one they all ran into issues and got shut down. Hundreds of pieces of art and story concepts just… lost. Once the comics were rereleased on gumroad, that was it, the fandom slowly died. Before this project, the last time the creator posted new content was in 2017. Then in the middle of the pandemic, out of nowhere I get 70+ notifications from Coffee reblogging the pieces of art I had saved from the old blog, including drafts from the unfinished issues.

Coffee: well, i go by coffee online, im 20 years old and when im not working on my various personal projects i work part-time. i was introduced to warrior u WAYY back in the day (i think i was like 9-ish?) by my brother who found out about it through some unknown and mysterious ways. back then i had very limited internet access (meaning i could only visit sites that could be loaded by the internet app on my nintendo dsi), so i pieced together a bit of a plot from what i could find on google images. i wasnt able to fully read the comic until i was 13 (i had to BEG my mom to pay for the pdfs lol), but it had kinda always existed in the back of my mind ever since i was introduced to it. i decided a little over a year ago to start out the tumblr blog because i had recently read through the comic again and was really sad about just how hard it is (or i guess WAS now) to find a lot of things related to the comic. as the name of the blog suggests, its original purpose was to preserve/archive warrior u stuff so it could be more accessable to your average internet user who might not wanna go digging through internet archives. it was originally for official content EXCLUSIVELY, but myne talked me into also including fan-made content (and im glad he did, its WAY harder to find some fan content than i remember it being just a few years ago). its kinda hard to tell how good of a job it does at BEING that archive, but i like to think it could be useful to someone out there.

i had toyed with the idea of finishing the last official story arc- ambrosia- near the beginning of the blogs lifespan, but i knew that it was too big of a project for me to do myself. i didnt wanna dissapoint people by leaving the ALREADY unfinished arc STILL unfinished. i had written in the "about" section of the blog that the dream was a full fandom revival, but i didnt actually expect that to happen. when myne joined the blog we eventually started playing with the idea of finishing ambro. i forget how exactly we officially decided we would do it, but we did! at some point near the beginning of ambro, we had also decided we were gonna write our own fan-arcs and post those too, and the rest is history!

What was it about warrior u that made you say "this is it. i need to make more content of this."

Coffee: honestly? i think it was just how much i enjoy introducing people to the comic. i already make tons of fan content on my own time, so that wasnt really the crazy part. i had shown a couple of my mutuals the comic after i re-read it, and the feeling of seeing other people actually talk about and even make ART of warrior u was absolutely surreal. i guess thats what happens when you just silently admire a dead fandom for years LMAO! another big part of it was HOW the comic ended. after taking a hiatus, the creator ended the comic mid-arc because creating it just wasnt enjoyable anymore, and thats obviously completely fair. however, the arc it ENDED on was elaborating on the backstory of one of (if not THE) most popular characters at the time (and my personal favorite), so i had always wished that the issue could have been finished. its kinda hard to put into words, but finishing ambrosia was like a love letter to the comic and its creator to me. as flawed as the plot of that arc may be (and as unsatisfied with it as the creator was, at least back then) i still felt like it deserved to be finished. it was like fixing an old toy from your childhood, i felt like we were taking care of the comic in a way, giving it the love it deserves. maybe thats just my tendency to personify objects and get overly attached to them coming through, but hey thats how it is sometimes LMAO

Myne: When the comic was still on hiatus after the harddrive crash, some people had asked Aisha if she wanted to hand the series over to other artists to help her. She said she wouldn’t even know where to begin that process or if she’d wanted to do it. I would have offered then, but my skills as an artist and a writer weren’t nearly as strong. I held onto the drafts thinking, one day I’d do it.

Myne: After Coffee and I started talking I realized, I can do it now. I know what kind of style of pens were used, and I whipped up a page, just the line art and sent to Coffee as a thank you. I thought, it isn’t much, and it’ll take me forever to color everything, but if there’s one person willing to read it, I’ll try. When I explained how difficult it’d be for me to color, he offered to do it for me. Suddenly a page that would take a month for just me to do on my own took 3 days.

Myne: Something, that seemed like a monumental task became a realistic goal. We were able to find, restore, and edit 45 pages within a few months. I’m still amazed we were able to do weekly updates without missing a day. Coffee asked if I’d ever be willing to write fan issues while we were working, not realizing I was the author of the longest fics in the series. Of course I said yes. Seeing Warrior U get finished, even through fan creation, was something I’d wanted to see for years.

You're from Az right, how is the webcomic weeb culture over there as opposed to california?

Myne: Idk about much about Cali, I've noticed the cons are more... professional? Where as Arizona cons have more of a fanclub vibe. Most panels are hosted by your fellow nerds rather than sony or production companies. I will say, that it's become more common and widespread in the last ten years, with multiple anime specific events year round. Back when I was a kid, I'd get made fun of for drawing 'japanese' people all the time.... it was pokemon fanart... Where as nowadays, I feel the average kid recognizes most big name titles thanks to hulu and such.

What are your favorite anime/manga/webcomics and do any inspire your work?

Coffee: not really an anime, manga, or webcomic, but ive always been super inspired by the "scott pilgrim" series. when i was in middle school i was SUPER into it, reading all the behind the scenes stuff i could find. it even made me look into "comic illustrator" as a career option, but i also did the same thing with "game designer" and "animator" so yknow. as for webcomics, the only one i ever really got into was homestuck. side note- the overlap of oldschool homestuck fans and warrior u fans is FASCINATING to me. my current theory is that all these tumblr kids were looking for other webcomics to read while homestuck was on one of its MANY hiatuses(?) and so a bunch of them flocked to warrior u! theres tons of homestuck crossover content and references in fan art on our blog (some of the art styles also look homestuck-ajacent) so its at least clear that a lot of fans back then were also really into homestuck. ANYWAYS other than that i havent really read many other webcomics tbh? weird considering i MAKE one now but what can i say, im more of a Gamer than anything lol. as for anime, my favorite is easily keroro gunso (or sgt. frog if youre using the dub name)! its another thing i discovered when i was young (this time i was like 8) and have just never gotten over. theres a lot of Questionable stuff in it (prime example is an adult alien being madly in love with a 14 year old girl) but if i dont look at canon its not real so i love it anyways <3.i honestly dont know how many people really know about it since the western fanbase is so small, but its like HUGE in japan (or at least it was at one point, the titular keroro has a cameo in lucky star as a keychian) and the manga is still running to this day iirc. it was created by mine yoshizaki and the basic premise is that a platoon of frog-like aliens come to earth to take it over but they really suck at it. they begin living with humans and from there its kind of a mix between a slice-of-life and monster-of-the-week anime. i cant really say anything in depth about the manga because ive only read the first 5 issues of it, which are basically the same as the anime (fake fan smh), but ive heard that it gets more mature and serious than the anime does (which i guess is bound to happen when it goes on for so long). also the manga has some ecchi moments and blood used for slapstick purposes so if anyone wants to check it out just keep that in mind lol.

Myne: Obviously Warrior U. I'm a bit of a visual novel fiend, so Danganronpa is a series I've found a lot of inspiration from over the years. More recently Though for the comic, I draw mostly from late 80s / early 90s high fantasy. Things like Labyrinth and Robinhood: Men in Tights. Honestly anytime I get stuck trying to come up with a gag, I look to Mel Brooks.

So in continuing someone else's work, do you feel a sense of pressure to be just as good as the original?

Coffee: i definitely felt that way when it came to ambrosia, but i feel a lot less pressure when it comes to our upcoming issues. i wrote and made thumbnails for a few small scenes in ambro and i was SO SCARED of those scenes being noticably worse than the rest of the issue. i know the original creator has seen our version of ambro and those scenes by extention, but i dont know her exact thoughts on them. im satisfied with them but theres probably always gonna be that kinda star-struck stage feeling at the thought of the creator reading the scenes i wrote. its like getting stage fright. for our upcoming issues i dont feel as much pressure because theyre fully fan-written. our comics arent official in any sense of the word and theyre basically just fanfiction with extra steps, so its not nearly as stressful as trying to tie together an "official" story. there definitely WOULD be that pressure if we were ever given the rights to warrior u or something (which i dont want to happen) because then it WOULD be official yknow? also if the creator decides to keep up with what we post ill feel a bit more pressure, but i get the feeling that she wants to distance herself from warrior u a bit so im not sure how likely that would be.

Myne: I do. Partially because, the fan content we’re making is completely free while the original series is purchasable on gumroad. So there’s a chance that some people may start with what we’re working on, then go backwards to the original. I'm hyper aware of the tonal shift that's about to happen, no matter how much I try, I can't perfectly emulate someone else's writing style. The best I can do is capture the spirit of it. I just keep repeating "it doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be". It's a little harder taking that advice now that it's my scripts we're turning into issues. There is some freedom in knowing the series was never meant to be perfect though.

What drove you to writing the longest fanfiction for the series and how did it feel to be recognized and promoted by the original creator?

Myne: When I was younger, I would write fanfic instead of paying attention in class, and I really wanted a full story about the leads getting together. Knowing that the creator was reading every fanfic at the time added more fuel to the fire. I had a guaranteed audience, the audience. I was so grateful that she recommended it to other fans. That fic was 25k, I've written about 100 K in the last year to help maintain interest in addition to new pages to the comic. To that I blame hyperfixation and hiatus brain. You have to be the biggest fan of the thing you're making.

So i see the that most of your work including the webcomic Warrior U is on tumblr why did u choose to promote om tumblr as opposed to other webcomic outlets like webtoons, mangadex etc?

Coffee: the answer to this one is actually pretty simple; i already had a warrior u blog and tumblr is the social media/blogging site that im most familiar with! we have recently started using comicfury and tapas, but that was entirely mynes idea. im personally pretty content with just hanging out in my little corner of the internet so any attempts to expand or get the word out is mostly (if not entirely) mynes doing LOL!

Myne: It's interesting you bring up those two actually. Webtoons recently come under fire for being pretty crummy to it's indie comics, particularly if you write in any genre other than romance. Mangadex is a pirating website, so most of the comics there are fan translations rather than uploads from the creators : they had a pretty bad data breach a few years back too. At first we only had permission from the creator to upload on tumblr. Once we got permission to move forward with the fanmade run, we branched out to tapas and comicfury. They seemed like the best options for the genre and style we write in. Even still, we see about double the growth in readership on tumblr as opposed to the other outlets, and I think that's mostly because the blog updates daily, even though we only publish one page a week.

Do you have any plans on creating your own webcomic/manga?

Coffee: yes and no. i sometimes draw small fan comics and id like to make more polished and "finished" ones in the future, but nothing with any kind of overarching plot, at least not in the near future. i have a very hard time making original content for whatever reason. i DO have one (1) personal project that is completely original, but i plan on making a game with that. then again i have NO idea what im doing with that project anymore so who knows, maybe one day i WILL decide to turn it into a comic! only time will tell…

Myne: I have a visual novel I'm working on. It's about teen super villains that have to go to reform school. Think teen titans meets gifted kid burnout. The game's been in development hell since our first alpha build and writing about apocalyptic civil unrest wasn't as fun as it was pre 2020. We're about 200k into the draft for the full game and we're having to switch engines, which means cutting a bunch of features, but we're slowly getting there. If that fails, I'll try adapting the story into a comic.

To those people who will see this and decide to strut down the path of comic creation what is some advice you can give them?

Coffee: i think the most HELPFUL advice i could give would be this: you dont have to do everything by yourself. i personally have taken tons of inspiration from indie artists/game designers/etc. some prime examples of this are daisuke amaya aka pixel (who created cave story) and toby fox (who created undertale and deltarune), who both made incredible pieces of art that were defining to me as a person when i discovered them either entirely alone or almost entirely alone. you hear stories all the time of these great pieces of art being made by one or two people, and ive always wanted to be like that. as a result ive alwasy had a hard time reaching out for help when it comes to my art, feeling like if i cant do it all alone that itll never be as good as it could be. as a result though, all this mindset does is keep things from actually getting done and needlessly stress you out. NONE of the warrior u comics would exist if i had never gotten help from myne, and the blog would have probably gone inactive a LONG time ago too. i think thats the biggest lesson ive learned from this whole thing personally. theres absolutely no shame in working with a team of people if thats what needs to happen to see a project be realized.

Myne: One, try not to put more than 8 panels on a page, that's helped me a bunch with page layout. And two, find someone you can show your work to. That can be a friend, a mutual online, a family member; as long as you have that one person asking "what happens next" you can keep writing. The stories/comics I have that are the longest are because of that.

What inspires your art and what would u say you consider your style to be?

Myne: Invader Zim, Danganronpa, and Pacthesis have heavily influenced my art style. (pacthesis made a series of free dating sims on deviant art). I've always considered my art style to be pretty shoujo manga, but lately some of my pieces have been labeled too western for weeb spaces.

What advise can you give the next person who wants to draw art and share it with the world?

Coffee: i give the same advice to everyone i meet that says theyre thinking of making art in any form, and i mean it from the bottom of my heart: DO IT! im so in love with art of all kinds and the process of creating it, and i think that getting into any creative hobby is nothing but a good thing and i deeply believe that everyone should do it. whether you wanna draw, write, make music, develop games, sculpt, knit, etc, do it! quality doesnt matter at all, you can make the most technically awful thing in the world but as long as you enjoyed the process of creating it then it still has value. dont be nervous about your art being good enough. if you dont want to share it then you arent obligated to! i dont share like 90% of the stuff that i make but i still create art almost every single day! recently my qpp (queerplatonic partner) has gotten into drawing and im SO happy for them. they primarily use mspaint and a mouse to draw and their art is SO adorable and i love it so much, and im not just saying that because i love them. it doesnt matter what skill level you start at or what tools you have, you can always start making art. and dont compare the art that you make to others art, which i know from experience is a VERY easy trap to fall into. i dont have as much to say about that point because im not as passionate about it but uhhh yeah :3

Myne: Social media algorithms are not going to make you happy; no matter how well you play the game and low engagement does not mean you're a bad artist. If you keep posting and talking to other artists, you'll find your audience.

So at wonder con where we met ylu were cosplaying power from chainsaw man with a group of girls who were cosplaying other chainsaw characters. Do you girls normally group up and cosplay and if so how did you get into it?

Myne: I was born into cosplay. My parents were gamers and cosplayers, and I started picking my own characters to cosplay when I was 14. I started getting more into it in college when I could find other people to cosplay with, it wasn't until this year I started aiming for photoshoots. I tend to be in at least one large group cosplay a con, and bring a different costume every day.

What was your favorite cosplay you've done?

Myne: It's a toss up between Persona 5 Joker and Alluring Secret Rin. Those were the ones I put the most work in that still hold up. Though I'm currently working on Eris from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and that may overtake them.

Have you ever thought to cosplay someone from Warrior U?

Myne: I do actually! I've cosplayed as the main character Finn a few times. I really like taking simplified designs from comics/cartoons and turning them into heavily detailed looks. '

Where do you see warrior u being in 5 years from now?

Coffee: man, honestly if were STILL working on this project 5 years from now that would be CRAZY. this is already the longest ive worked on a single project before, along with being the most ive ever gotten DONE for a project, so thinking about what it could be like in 5 years is like. WOW. by that point we would have archived most (if not ALL) of the older stuff we could find, so our blog would probably just be new pages and fan interaction if were still going! the dream is still for a full fandom revival, and weve already got a small active fanbase (of like 5 people but still) so who knows, maybe that dream will be a reality?

Myne: We have at least 3 years worth of story drafted and lined up, and even more outlined. So ideally still updating. By then, we'll have some physical releases of the finished arcs that we've written available for purchase online and at select events. The creator has said she has no interest in making physical releases of the original run. I'd love for that to change, but I respect her decision and I won't press the matter. I'm just grateful we have permission to sell anything we make using her characters.

If you could go back in time 5 years, what advice would you give yourself?

Coffee: 15 and 16 were ROUGH ages for me tbh. i wont get into it because its super personal, but i was struggling with a lot and just generally not having a very good time. i think the best advice i could give to myself would just be that like. things will eventually get better. no matter how dark or hopeless things may be, theres always a silver lining and a light at the end of the tunnel. now if 15 year old me would have taken that to heart is a whole DIFFERENT question, but thats what i would say. 16 was like right before i (finally) started getting treatment for my mental health, so i think considering everything thats what i would say.

Myne: So many bad things happened during those five years, but… I wish I knew what burnout felt like, so I could recognize it. I have this tendency to put my self worth into “how much have you done today”, so once I started working full time and my father passed, I couldn’t recognize that I was physically and emotionally exhausted some days and needed rest, so I’d just punish myself mentally for not being more motivated. You shouldn’t need permission to rest, and I felt like I had to. It’s healthy to ‘nothing’ sometimes, especially if you’re dealing with things you have no control over.

Coffee: thank you for interviewing myne and i for your podcast :D!! its absolutely wild to think that ive done anything interview-worthy and yet here we are! for anyone thats interested in the comic because of this, i also emplore you to go check out the creators current comic "si3lah" (pronounced like si-ayn-lah i think? the 3 is a stand-in for an arabic letter) on gumroad! it deserves way more attention than it currently has and you should 100% go support the original creator if you like the stuff we do (wink wink).

#mod speak #interview #official

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the-possum-writes · 1 year

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Story Previews [January]

Here are the main stories I've been going back and forth recently (that are most likely to be published soon)

❥Finn the human

❥Elktaur (Centaurworld)

❥Dr. Faust (Guilty Gear)

❥ Finn the Human

Type: Short scenario (Tumblr request for flower hill themed fluff)

60% finished

Notes: It's the once with more progress rn, has a clear direction, just need the head space to fill in descriptions of the scenary.

"How much longer till we leave this place? It feels like we've been digging nonstop for days."

The map crinkles beneath your calloused hands, which are covered in fabric bandages, clearing the dust so you can see your math equations in the corner. "It should be a few feet away; once the ground turns to sand, we're good."

"Do you mean this?"Finn switched to a shovel to remove the few rocks that were intertwined with streams of gray sand and seashells. The dust filling the cave became so overwhelming that you raised the bandana on your neck to your lower jaw, stuffing the map in your pocket in order to help Finn before he gets buried alive. Once the sand broke away into a hole on the cieling the two of you are showered in natural sunlight that burns your pupils like lemon juice on an open wound.

Finn burst into a cheery laugh. "I never knew I'd be so happy to get blind looking at the sun." he rubs his eyes a few times before getting used to the exterior, stretching and arm out to help you climb out of the hole.

❥ Dr. Faust (Guilty Gear) (idea I had, segs pollen type of prompt)

Type: oneshot

17% finished

Notes: Just started this one a few days ago after listening to the ost, there's barely any content for him and I was hit with a burst of inspiration for Smut potential. This is the story I'm gaining alot of traction with, but it'll take a while to finish since it's not a priority to upload yet.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Almost immediately a door opens up and out of it pops up is a tall man with a paper bag over his head, looks like you found the right guy. "Yes~? Oh my, you don't look so well."

You wanted to chuckle at his reaction. Knowing you don't need a medical degree to know you look like shit. "Do I need to schedule an appointment?" you're hesitant to ask, not knowing how you can stand another minute like this if he declines, but manners make the person.

The doctor crouching at the doorway pulls out a clipboard from god knows where, thoughtfully skimming through the pages as he raises his view at the empty waiting room a few times. "Not at all! please come in come in." he booms joyfully. Papers flying in the air as he suddenly chucks the clipboard behind his back. A thankful smile briefly flashes by your lip, but it faded when your trembling arms struggle to lift yourself from the counter, luckily there was no need to stand up on your own since a freakishly long arm grabbed you by the waist, spun you around like a swivel chair and before you knew it (once the room stopped spinning) you're already sitting inside the doctor's office in a hospital gown.

You're caught off guard by his ability, grasping at your gown in shock to make sure it's real.

"Now, tell me dear patient tell me about your condition?" he asks patiently, with his gloved hands intertwined together, humorously sitting behind a desk too small for his long body, needing to bend each leg over the sides like an adult sitting on a child's desk.

❥Elktaur (fic update - new chapter)

Type: update

9% finished

Notes: This is the poor baby I admit i abandoned, it was kinda hard getting into the right head space for Elk, (as much as I love the shitpost kind of writing I want to tackle his themes appropriately) but I'm slowly picking up where I left it since I had two unfinished drafts. Will try to finish it as soon as possible since it can wrap up easily if I place the puzzle pieces in order.

Elktaur's hooves clamp against the cobblestone road as he makes his way home, he massages the back of his stiff neck after a particularly long day at work, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to store peanut butter jars right beside an open hatch of delicate machinery. Let's just say one thing led to another and now there's peanut butter everywhere, having to shut down the portal in order to make repairs.

"Jefferson pass me the screwdriver," Elktaur would order, the sweat running down his non-existent brow as he holds a firm grip on a wrench clogged between a row of gears to keep them from running, hence why he calls for help, but the assistance from another centaur proved impatient as Elk was handed a kabob. "What the-? Jeff couldn't you wait until lunchtime." Elktaur grits between his teeth, the wrench slipping from his grasp.

"Huh? But it's 5 minutes til lunchtime and I'm already starving, here have a kabob." the gophertaur offers but Elk refuses.

"Can't you see we have a portal to fix! Look at all those people waiting in line," In his scolding Elk momentarily looses his hold on the wrench, almost slipping past his fingertips before gripping it again. "Ugh you centaurs only focus on food, I'll get it myself." Elk attempts to stretch himself towards the screwdriver, but this Elktaur isn't made of rubber nor does he possess the goofy centaurworld qualities to pull it off. Resulting in him losing his balance with the wrench coming loose and falling out of its spot between the gears, the unfixed parts get stuck in smudges of peanut butter.

The bell rings to announce lunchtime, with a group of them getting together. "We're gonna head out for some sloppy Joe's, wanna come?" one of the friendly rift workers offers but it only frustrated Elktaur even more. "Are you serious?! Go on and eat your sloppy Joe's, I'll stay and handle this on my own." he snapped at the amicable worker. They didn't direct anything else towards him but he can still hear them say something like "What's his deal?" and "Told ya he wouldn't come, he never does." but to Elktaur their opinions of him are meaningless as long as he can trust his own skill.

Instead of singing today he walks past stalls and shops in utter silence, listening to the ambience noise coming from external conversations. "What would my unpredictable housemate be up to?" He wonders as a comfort, tracing back the steps of what's happened the past week. After the concert you backed off from playing matchmaker and gave him some room to breathe, but it's not like it's made things easier for him. Seeing you everyday in such a domestic setting does something to him, preparing coffee, sharing a meal with him, engaging in small talk while he tinkers away... even the thought of you makes him giddy.

When Elktaur comes home hes finds the workshop is left spotless, the floors were mopped, the couch cushions are new in color and even the cleaning products were scrubbed clean except for the kitchen that was messy with what he can only describe as a cooking recipe gone wrong.

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pemfrost · 1 year

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Seeing as you were active in spideynova semi recently, I’m begging you to finish the reunion fic you did for after “looking in the same direction”

Oh gosh. I haven't talked about that fic in years 😅. It means so much that you're interested in the sequel and I wish I could give you a solid answer about writing it. I'm really sorry I've left the series unfinished. It truly means so much that someone is still interested in it <3

There is a long (possibly tmi) explanation of my current writing status under the cut, but tl;dr: I hope to finish it one day, but it would probably involve a rewrite of 'Looking'.

(To answer your second ask… I'll try and find my notes from back then and message you if I do. Off the top of my head, I can't remember my original intention with their reunion.)

Spideynova (and, to a slightly lesser extent, usm) holds a special place in my heart because it got me back into writing, so I always drift back to it now and then. Unfortunately, the fandom is pretty dead and my time and motivation to write longer pieces (for any fandom) has plummeted over the years. I used to be able to write, edit, and post 5k+ a week, but now I'm lucky if I do that in a month.

I really wish I had the time and motivation to finish that series at the moment, maybe I will once I get through some stuff irl(working ft + school ft + personal stuff= tired all the time). (Like even writing this out took me all day to find time to write a few lines at a time).

I stopped writing 'Kaleidoscope Skies' because it wasn't going to further the story of their relationship; it was going to be focused on Sam's adventures and his reflection on the events in 'Looking' (which I felt was too boring after I started writing it n.n').

I started writing 'Tender Tinder' as a borderline crack fic and it kinda spiraled away from me and into more of a serious reunion fic from that old series. I still have the urge to finish that storyline and apparently it seeped into something else. Which is kinda why I hit pause on 'tender'… my intention at the time was to redirect it back to what I originally planned to write, but I got distracted and basically left it in limbo along with the mermaid au.

Currently, I have a bunch of wips and outlines of requests in my google docs… but no time to fully devote to writing any of them. The only writing I've been doing this year has been mostly school related with a little bit of dnd campaign stuff. Because of my limited time, I've decided to not post anything to ao3 unless it's finished. (Which is why my recents are mostly drabbles and one shots on there).

If/when I do finish the series, I'll probably end up rewriting 'Looking' first. It's old and I'll need to reread it to refresh my memory on the entire story… and rereading my writing usually leads to me hating it and wanting to rewrite it, especially something as old as 'looking'. Realistically, I'd probably end up doing a rewrite/heavy edit of the original then post a few epilogue chapters to finish out the story. I need to dig out my notes, they're buried somewhere in google docs ha. (Hopefully I labeled the docs correctly, I wasn't as organized back then). Once I do, I'd be more than happy to send you an outline of everything :)

Thanks again for the asks- they brightened my day ^-^

#asks #tagging the ship incase anyone else is wondering #I've seriously been trying to type this reply since 6am #untagged the ship since it's been a few days

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randomnerdiness · 2 years

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My thoughts on Rings of Power are... complex. It's a fine television show, well written, and well acted. It *looks* gorgeous. I really like most of the original characters and storylines. I think the story of the founding of Mordor and the people who got caught up and swept away by it could have been a perfect show on it's own, with almost all original characters that wouldn't brush up against the lore at all.

But as that nerd who actually has read the Silmarilion, Unfinished Tales, and all that stuff, I'd be lying if I said the various and many ways they broke from canon didn't bother me. I'm gonna keep watching it, and if this is your favorite thing ever I don't begrudge you. If you only ever saw the movies or even only read The Hobbit and LoTR without digging into the other stuff, I 100% get it.

I just kinda wish they had either done their original story with their OCs *or* a faithful telling of the grander scope of end of the Second Age, not try and smoosh both together.

#rings of power #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #tolkien #amazon #the rings of power

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kasunex · 3 months

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I'm waiting until President's Week to dig into Persona 3: Reload, but there's one detail that's been leaked that is really bugging me in an OCD kind of way.

Spoilers for early Decemember.

So this. In og, FES, AND Portable, Makoto takes Aigis' hand in this scene.

Now, ok, Makoto is much more self-insert here than in FES, so I get to some extent they wanted to make him more "neutral." Maybe holding Aigis' hand here was too much. (Other scenes in the game kinda contradict that, but for the sake of argument).

But if that's the case, why on Earth did they have Aigis stick out her hand like that? It looks so damn awkward, like she's trying to use the force on him.

Like, take the moment itself out, the scene just looks wrong and unfinished. If you want to remove them holding hands, then remove it, if you don't then don't.

Maybe they'll patch it with some DLC or something, but for now I really am left wondering what they were doing here.

#Random Thoughts #Persona 3 Reload #Persona 3 Reload Spoilers

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jayextee · 10 months

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Mega Man 3

Yeah, I skipped it for reasons. But I couldn't ignore it forever.

It was the game that had, several times, put an absolute stop to my attempts to get to know a well-loved (by others) classic franchise I'd always liked the look of.

And to be honest, I've now played it through in its entirety a bunch of times and I absolutely have no regrets at having skipped it for the reasons I did.

Let me just outline the points I'd cite; nonsensical weaknesses and Those Fucking Doc Robot Stages™. And I shall henceforth address them now I know both the series and this particular game a little better.

Well, those weaknesses seem a whole lot less nonsensical to me; the benefit of having acquired a taste for the series' 'fridge logic' when it comes to what-can-beat-what. I'm not sure why a spinning top could beat a shady ninja, but shadows blotting out the light from sparks; sparks interfering with magnets; magnets sticking to hard metal; yeah, some of this I can dig. The fact that there are two weakness cycles is a little 'off' though, but I guess that means I can pick and choose whether I want to start any given run with Snake Man or Top Man though. Tough call, both musical themes are absolute bangers.

So, about those Doc Robot stages then. Well, they're no longer the difficulty roadblock they once were; I have now brute-forced the familiarity needed to find them very little actual trouble, but they still absolutely suck. Notwithstanding the reused content (stages themselves, plus boss attack patterns lifted from this game's immediate prequel), they throw the difficulty curve completely out of whack -- the following set of Wily Fortress stages are frankly a walk in the park in comparison, including the bosses.

I don't totally hate them though, as they're the kind of thing I think would've ideally made for an interesting set of post-game challenges. But they have no place being where they are and hurt the game as a whole.

Not that this game needs any help in hurting itself; despite the slappin' soundtrack and lush visuals (in places, I don't much like the all-green visage of Snake Man's stage, thus providing me the much-appreciated incentive to start with Top Man's stage after all...), it doesn't play so amazingly, due to some incredibly frequent and insistent slowdown that eats inputs at the optimal moments to prevent jumps over fatal obstacles and such. Also Rush Jet is completely broken, and Top Spin has got to be the worst weapon in the entire series without exception. Even if it worked as intended most of the time, which it really doesn't, it's such an ill-conceived weapon in both theory and practice.

There isn't even a cool intro like the rest of the games. Of course, that could be a side-effect of the game being kinda unfinished, so the legend goes, and essentially a released beta.

But I'm not going to score it for what it could've been, but what it is.

3/5

#mega man #megaman #rockman #classic mega man #classic megaman #classic rockman #capcom #nintendo #nes #8 bit #retrogaming

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fuckgiantkiller · 1 year

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Old Business: KILL THE VANDAL!

So, okay, I haven't posted on Tumblr in a while. And yes, the embarrassing truth is I'm back because of all the shit with the birdsite. In my defense, it's not like anyone was paying attention to my tumblr anyway (least of all me). At any rate, I was going through my old posts, trying to figure out where I left off before I stopped logging back in six years ago, and I rediscovered a couple of blogs I wrote about a longstanding film-project of mine, originally called VANDAL that I then ended up re-titling KILL THE VANDAL! in no small part because of these blogs.

What I never did was follow up on any of it. There were a lot of factors involved in this failure to return here and share what I was doing, including a dramatic move cross-country (from Nashville to Los Angeles) followed promptly by the loss of a parent shortly thereafter, and then just years of not wanting to be this personal and open online.

Anyway, here's the short version: (1) I finished KILL THE VANDAL! (2) No one gave a shit, and (3) that's okay.

So for the sake of looking back, here's the original blogs in question:

• "Failing in Private in Public" – a long behind-the-scenes post talking about VANDAL as both the best film school on earth (which it was) and one of the great failures of my life (which it might be). There's lots of BTS photos, details on how we made it, and a breakdown of why it sat on the shelf for so long. There's also an extended diatribe on a potential/hypothetical "Video Lab" blog project where I would write about the process of either bringing VANDAL back or digging into why it doesn't work and what I learned from the process of feeling that out. Obviously, I didn't do that. But then again, I put that idea out there and was met with resounding [crickets] so if you really think about it, that's kinda your fault.

• VANDAL becomes KILL THE VANDAL! – this follow up to "Failing in Private in Public" comes after I actually cracked VANDAL open again for the first time in years and realized I was maybe taking myself too seriously. It's not as long as "Failing" but it's still too long and rife with bad writing and bad grammar. Best excuse I have for that is I was probably stoned. Also features a deeply ugly sketch-up of the new title, also probably courtesy of an over-abundance of mids.

• And finally, the last time I posted about KILL THE VANDAL! which has the benefit of brevity going for it. It is deeply hilarious to me to see how I went from the sprawling self-indulgence/self-loathing of "Failing" and ended up here bemoaning my cartoon creation before vamoosing from Tumblr for literal years.

So, anyway, I finished it.

I wrestled it from the grip of the self-serious and self-loathing 24-year-old failure that was Me, dug in and finished the snarling, genre-bending monstrosity that 18-year-old me set out to make to start with. For better or worse.

Then I put the first episode online, with the seemingly clever grass-roots marketing scheme of holding the rest of the episodes hostage until it hit the deeply modest goal of 500 Views on Youtube; the idea being if people wanted more they would have to share it to drive that count up. Then I sat back and watched the views roll in!

All 457 Views!

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That's right, it topped off less than fifty views shy of its goal. As of this date, five years after releasing it, it hasn't climbed an inch in four years. Honestly, at this point, I don't know if I'd ever post the rest of the series even if it did hit 500 views.

But mostly what I feel about that? Relief. Like, it's okay, I sort of feel like my business with KILL THE VANDAL! is no longer unfinished either way. Everything is off the shelf and out of my hands, and I did everything I could within my limited means to get it in front of eyeballs, and that's how it panned out. The important need to finish this thing I started is done, so what else do I need from it?

In short: Oh well!

Anyway, why am I writing this now, 5 years later?

I dunno, honestly. After I tripped upon those old blog-posts a couple things stuck to my ribs about them. That "Failing in Private in Public" post in particular struck a chord with me so many years later, and I felt I owed it to the version of me who wrote that to resolve the public anguish a bit. I wanted to turn this into a web-series and blogging project, and Grief and Alienation had other plans for me, so much so that it feels genuinely like a miracle that I resolved this unfinished business from my early 20's at all. Felt like I owed that blog post a follow-up.

But if I'm being very honest – and lord knows I'm already being pretty goddamn self-indulgent here, so why slow down now – it was this part that made me want to write this:

"But there's something in the way. I don't know what it is, only that it's self-imposed. Maybe it's this paper-weight of a feature reminding me of the time I tried and failed. Maybe it's good, old-fashioned, clinical depression. Maybe it's simply that I am, and always have been, a total hack, and that nagging, neurotic fear that I am a fraud with nothing to offer anyone -- audience, employers, whomever -- in this field and no marketable skills in anything else is entirely justified. "I don't know. I'm not sure what I’m doing. Even writing all of this is a shot in the dark. All I really know is I have to do something before I go crazy. I turn thirty in July and I'm still living what you might charitably term 'college life' long after I left college, and with no end in sight. And the debt and doubt and goddamn not knowing how to answer the question 'where do you see yourself in five years' isn't half as terrible as having nothing to show for the last five." ... "Guess I could use a hand knowing how to move on. I don't know where I'm going with this writing/directing/filmmaking thing, or where it might lead me, if I'm lucky enough for it to lead me anywhere at all. But once upon a time I got off my ass and just made a movie cause I could, and it hurts my heart feeling like that might be where it ends."

Reader, the haunting thing about it is this, and I'll begin with some caveats: in the subsequent five years, my life has gotten better in many ways. I feel more removed from "college life" than I did when I wrote this (although debt and the poverty line are still looming specters – I can't even afford to keep the Giantkiller website live right now). At the above point in my life, I thought I might never get to make anything else ever again, that my filmmaker dreams stopped and ended with unfinished KILL THE VANDAL, a movie that I did not like or relate to or particularly want anyone to see. I still don't think I like it, I definitely do not relate to the filmmaker who made it... but it didn't end there.

I wish I could tell the near-30-year-old who was fretting over "where do you see yourself in five years" and had nothing resembling an answer that five years later, he'd not only have finished KILL THE VANDAL! but he would write and direct two new short films that would represent who he is as a human being in all the ways KTV doesn't. That those shorts would screen at film festivals all over the world* and he would have a clearer understanding of who he is, what he is capable of, and what he has to offer.

*(albeit during a pandemic, which made for a lot of online-only film festivals; PRESENT ME: "invest in masks and hand-sanitizer, Past Me, invest in masks and hand-sanitizer" – PAST ME: "invest... with what money, Future Me?" – PRESENT ME: "uuuuuuhhhhhh")

And reader, five years later with all the work I genuinely feared I would never get to make under my belt, I am once again at a place in my life where I genuinely fear I will never get to make anything again. These things cost money I to make that I still do not have. I still feel like a hack. I still don't know where I'll be in five years. I still lay awake at night thinking, "this is it, that's all I'll ever get to do, and this may have all been for jackshit nothing who cares, why didn't I learn any other skills, what the living fuck am I supposed to do now, am I an absolute failure by every standard, most damningly by my own?"

I re-read that post and thought, "that's me three wins ago, and that's still literally how I feel right now." And it's the first time since the empty vacuum feeling of the end of my short films' festival run that a little hope has risen above that killer depression/anxiety combo.

If I was wrong then, maybe I'm wrong now?

So I guess I'm writing this for Future Me. Future Me who, if the trend holds, still thinks this way. We both know from experience how wrong I was then. How wrong was I now? How wrong are you then?

Please, please, please, Future Me. Do what you can. Make sure we're both wrong.

Anyway, with the business of KTV finally settled on Tumblr and everywhere else: if anybody but Future Me is reading this, keep an eye out for those festival-touring short films that I somehow do still like. I'll be sharing more soon.

[HINT HINT: You can find one of them on YouTube and Vimeo already, if you want to go look for it]

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generous1ty · 2 years

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I adore your writting! Could you maybe write some vampire Komaeda X human reader since it's kinda popular now? Totally okay if not!💖

woahhhh Vampire Komaeda??? omg yes please

i’m totally late to this, but i’m glad you requested it tbh! i think vampire Komaeda would be really freaked out after he realizes he needs to hurt others to survive, so that’s where the beginning comes from haha. if not for that, Komaeda would be a very, very chill vampire.

unfinished, however i will post a part 2. :)

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genre: misc/unfinished(pt.1)

warnings: gn!reader, non-despair!au(???), actually i’m not sure if this would be a non-despair or non-hope’s peak but i dunno you choose i guess,,,, starvation (Komaeda N.), i think he’s literally on the brink of insanity in this fic but when is he not right ahahahh............ on a serious note, there are mentions of blood, puking, cannibalism and violence (because vampires ooo). he does die and come back to life after a dramatic reading, so there’s that, too. i feel like his reaction to things is very mild, but he’s been through a lot so i can’t blame him tbh :( mild swearing. also i apologize for the title it's literally so irrelevant but i'm really bad at titles

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Nagito really didn’t like the sunlight.

whether that was a perk of being a new supernatural being or a general opinion he had before he was turned was beyond him-- he didn’t know how long it had been since he had been turned, but then again, he hadn’t been keeping track of the time.

the mirror in his room--smashed to pieces with large cracks emitting from one center point--was his biggest enemy, and yet his biggest comfort. he couldn’t see just how much more terrible he looked in those solid, reflective objects, but he could not see himself entirely.

with time on the subject, memories of the last time he walked outside of his room were vague. or his house, for that matter. he can’t remember speaking to anyone this past week, or eating anything either. but then again, he would rather die than hurt somebody just to feel the satisfaction of a full stomach.

the butler who knocks on his door every morning, afternoon, and evening to drop off food or to try and clean his room for him always reminded him of the isolating feeling. although not a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to, the thought of the old man lingering outside his door had made him dig his nails into the palm of his hand, reddening the skin and feeling a sharp sting there-- anything to distract him from the hunger pains.

the night he turned was quite vivid in his mind. memories had never been so clear before he had been transformed, as he was always forgetful of even small details unless the subject was one he was fond of, so the fact that the night he walked out of his home and ran into a hungry stranger was so freshly clean inside his mind....it just teased him of the fact that he was no longer human.

It was a Wednesday--no, a Thursday? no, it was definitely Wednesday-- the 13th of June. he was out to attend his evening lectures, like he always had done every Wednesday just 30 minutes before 7PM. the walk from his home to the campus grounds were always about 15-20 minutes away, giving Nagito a good while to find his classroom and not cause too much of a ruckus before then.

however, this evening was odd. the air around his pathway to campus had felt unsettling and uncomfortable, to where he felt the need to quicken his leisurely pace because of the anxiety. though, he should have known better than to hope that he could get away, because like always, he could never escape the things he was always trying to rid of.

a pale hand with jagged nails--obviously chewed on from the varying lengths of the nail beds and bite marks on the ends of their nails--had grabbed Nagito’s arm, pulling him into a dark alleyway just conveniently next to him as he sped by.

“oh dear, this is quite unfortunate,” he spoke to himself, the heavy breathing of the other party making the situation awkward to stand in.

“....what would you like...? my wallet..? a house?.. food?...... drugs? although i don’t sell nor buy them, i can give you the money to buy your own....intoxications.” he just started throwing out ideas, voice much more calmer than what you’d normally be if you were dragged into a dark alleyway by a stranger who was obviously not suitable to be outside. but, this was obviously not his first mugging.

he gained no response, just heavy breathing with the occasional twitch of their fingers that were still tightly wrapped around his arms.

from their badly groomed appearance, and their just-as-badly-groomed face, Nagito could tell that the person pinning him to the wall was not ready to mug someone, as he was left defenseless and for the fact that the other made no effort to hide their face.

“i don’t know what it is you want from me, but if you’re just going to stand there and breath into my face, i’ll be taking my lea- gh!”

just as he tried to escape the grip of the person holding him against the wall, he was slammed back into it as if he weighed nothing but a pound. he frowned, he was sure that he had put on some weight, too.

“you....” the person’s voice was breathy and shallow, trailing off and muttering words to theirselves that were inaudible to the second person in the alleyway.

it was hard to hear correctly because of their breathing and the way they spoke in such a rough tone, he couldn’t help but let out a somber "..what?" of confusion to indicate that they needed to speak again.

“you.....stand..still...”

just before he could ask why, Nagito’s shoulders hit the brick wall and all he saw was a flash of pale brown hair before feeling a stinging pain in his lower neck.

he flinched. he squirmed. he struggled.

but as he tried pushing the person on top of him back, it was as if his limbs became heavier with each futile movement under this person’s grasp.

was this person drawing blood? were they drinking it? the warm stream of liquid falling down from his lower neck and staining his clothes with a hot feeling had made him think otherwise.

ah, was this going to be how he died? what a way to go out-- cannibalism of all things. it couldn’t even be grand..

his vision had started to blur and spin, and when the--assumed--cannibal had gotten their fill, they left as quick as they had came. his body had went limp, and it had begun to become unexpectedly cold.

of course it’d be cold when you’re dying.... he mused, it’s not like you can keep yourself warm if you’re dead.

his hand twitched, as if his body were struggling to keep him alive.

i’ll have to apologize to.... Mr. Caine for ruining.. these clothes.

the moment Nagito opened his eyes, he was in that same alley, but the sun was shining brightly down on his corpse, causing a sense of false warmth. he found it bittersweet that despite his passing the world would still peacefully continue to go on without him, as if nothing would change if he were to disappear.

but he supposed it had always been like that.

when he regained his sense of touch, that’s when he noticed that he wasn’t, in fact, a ghost of the person he once was, but still in his body that was--what he thought would be--dead.

his limp head had fallen to his left, where he had been pulled into the alleyway by the mysterious figure that he couldn’t see due to the darkness of the evening.

he would file a report for assault and sexual harassment--even cannibalism, since the person did take a large bite out of his flesh, but all he knew about the person was that they had long, disheveled brown hair. if he went to the cops now, he’d be doing more bad than good for the world...and cause unnecessary stress for the workers there as well.

he sighed, letting out a long groan as he strained his body to get up. how long had it been since Wednesday? how many hours? his clothes felt dry, and his skin even dryer--had he become more pale while passed out on the street? he practically baked out in the sun, it’d be troublesome if he got a sunburn.

it really felt as if he died and came back to life. if coming back to life was his good luck in return for being killed, he’d have rather stayed dead. wouldn’t this mean he’s some kind of zombie now? don’t zombies usually die in the sunlight? or was that another kind of supernatural creature? vampires, was it?

every step he took felt like the life out of him was being sucked away by the sun rays. he didn’t know whether it was because today was simply hotter than usual or because he had just been resurrected from the dead, but the sun was making him deathly ill. and hot. he can't remember experiencing such a bad heat since he was a child, and that was when he had the most terrible fever he had ever gotten that year. or in his life, for that matter.

and after what felt like forever, he had finally made it home, to where the air inside was cool and fresh. it smelled like the salt in the sea, with a hint of vanilla. he didn't know what Caine does to make the house smell so alive, but it made him thankful for the butler's existence, more so now than ever.

"Komaeda, you're home," he heard the elder speak, pale eyes looking over to the source of sound and seeing a familiar face, "you must be tired....i assume you've had another incident, so i drew a bath when i saw you outside the windows. it should be ready upstairs."

Nagito's never had tics or twitches, however, when seeing his old butler again, his hand had almost violently reached for the old man as if it were natural instinct. he let out a heavy breath, it's contents shaky.

"than-thank you, Caine...i'll get going now-"

he had quickly rushed up the stairs and threw his ripped shirt off, quickly staring at his thin figure in the large bathroom mirror.

two distinct, little holes lay on the outer layer of his neck, deeply digging in his muscle like it were soft cake. the wound was, obviously, not bleeding anymore, but it was not scabbed or infected.

Nagito had missed his chance to ask his butler what the date was, and he had no time to be upset about his butler not being able to do anything about his ass of a luck cycle. the two, very clear, bite marks in the side of his neck was very, very concerning.

and it explained why he was drooling all over his butler when he had walked in.

he took a good look as himself.

he was definitely more pale than when he had previously left the house, his figure had become thinner even after finally gaining some extra weight--to the point when you could see a defined ribcage inside his skin. his eyes had become pale, and there were noticeable changes in the shaping of his teeth than before.

he furrowed his brows, a definitive frown taking over his face as he blinked over himself in the mirror again. were his eyes gradually going to become red over time? or was that just a harmful stereotype?

though, what else could be more harmful than what he had become? a vampire of all things. he guessed it was more better than becoming a mindless zombie, or a werewolf who would turn into a humanoid-wolf being during full moons. because of his constitution, it would be easier to hide the fact that he had turned, right?

well, it would have been easier if he could eat and digest normal foods like the average person.

every time that he would try to swallow and chew food, his gag reflex would always kick in, and he'd eventually end up puking it out no matter how hard he tried to swallow the food back down.

hanging over the toilet in defeat, Nagito didn't know much else to do. he refused to go out and harm another person, and he couldn't just tell one of his friends and tell them, "oh, i suddenly turned into a vampire the other day! i was wondering if you'd like to donate your blood to me??"

slowly, but surely, his reflection had started to fade throughout the days. he had forgotten that with his vampire-ness came with the incapability to see oneself in mirrors or objects that reflect light because now he was just.....lightless.

so just getting up out of bed one day and not being able to see himself after sleeping for a limited amount of time (because, must i mention vampires are also nocturnal?), you could definitely say he was more than frustrated.

no food, no reflection, no help, no logic or common sense could go into this, so how was he supposed to survive? let alone pass college with his luck cycle and as a vampire?

he looked at the mirror from across his bed and scoffed at the empty bed he was sitting on. truly, what a fitting end for someone who doesn't exist.

and the shattered mirror had left a, previously enraged, fist bleeding. bleeding out with frustration, with sadness, with grief. and just like how quickly the fist was injured, it had healed up just as fast.

disgusting. he thought, truly someone who isn't human.

and so now, Komaeda Nagito sits on his bed, awaiting a death that will not come because of his immortality. cold and alone under his sheets.

then, the doorbell rang softly in his ears.

#unfinished draft #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #i posted this on accident and i don't know how to put it back into my drafts so now you have this unfinished story but.#i'll just make it into a two-part story now.#i was genuinely panicking #this is so embarrassing and unprofessional #aah #generous writings

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azurevi · 3 years

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enstars charas with an overworked s/o

First time writing enstars🤡 this took kinda long becz exams but i hope its good ^^ also kinda self indulgent hhh

Characters : natsume, ibara, leo, tatsumi, arashi, keito

Natsume

Natsume watches from the doorway as your head bobs about, hands tapping unrhythmically on the keyboard. You're already falling asleep, yet you still refuse to go to bed.

Normally he won't interfere with your work, knowing that you're fully capable of making the right decisions, but it's a pain seeing you pushing yourself so hard.

"Still working?" he steps in, holding a steaming drink in his hands.

Your head snaps up at his voice, and you nod. It's a project that you've put off for far too long, and of course, you have to suffer the consequences.

"The deadline is two days later, if I don't finish this section today I probably won't make it in time,"

He sets the mug beside your hand, observing your wandering gaze and disheveled hair which you must've been running your hand through. "I don't think you can finish it, though. You already look worn out."

You raise the mug to your lips and take a sip of whatever it holds. The drink tastes sweet and refreshing in your mouth, and almost instantly your muscles relax. "You aren't any better, you know,"

That's true. Being a nightowl himself, Natsume's words don't really seem all that persuasive. At first you would lecture him about how little he rested, but you gave up eventually. You suppose he's built differently, seeing as he can still perform well after only three hours of sleep.

"Pretty sure I'm in better condition," he says, pulling a chair beside you and popping down. The wood scraps against the floor, creaking slightly. It's usually a sound that you find unbearable, but you seem to have missed it as you try to continue your work.

"Come here, love," he stretches his arms out, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You raise a brow, contemplating whether you should give in. It won't be a surprise if you fall asleep right away in his arms.

"But work…" you sigh, tearing your eyes from him. His shoulders drop immediately, a frown forming from the rejection. "You're just gonna leave me hanging? How cruel…"

You know he's just messing with you when he let out a dramatic huff, but somehow his defeated look still tucks at your heartstrings.

"Fine, fine…" you sigh, sneaking your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck. His chest hums with satisfaction as he digs his fingers into your messy hair, soothing out knots he finds along the way gently. With every stroke you're getting drowsier and drowsier, and you know that you're supposed to be working, but the feeling of his hand running through your locks and the steady rise of his chest convince you to stay.

You fall asleep almost immediately after you close your eyes. Natsume calls out to you and smiles when he hears your slight snoring instead. It's probably the best to get you to the bed and tug you in, but he decides to stay in his spot for a moment longer and relish your presence.

Ibara

Ibara knows from experience just how hard it can be to sway you when you’ve made up your mind. That’s why he doesn’t try to sweet talk you or lecture you into sleeping.

No, if he really wants to get you to listen, he will have to trick you into it.

Almost like a hunter watching his prey, Ibara leans against the doorway as he tries to come up with a flawless plan for his mission. Several empty cans are littered around the desk and he can already smell the aroma of coffee from so far away. You had your fist in your hair, and every once in a while you had to stretch your muscles awkwardly from the lack of movement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a break?” he walks towards you, peeking over your shoulder at the work you’re struggling with. It’s yet another project for the other units, and you seem to be stuck in a dilemma.

“I don’t feel like sleeping without finishing this,” you say.

“Right, but I think you added an extra 0 here,” he points at the paper you're working on, where the value had been increased tenfold because of your negligence.

“Oh goodness,” you sigh deeply, immediately erasing the zero. “How amateurish of me,”

Ibara watches as you rub the space between your eyes, trying to soothe the looming headache that was making your work even harder. “It feels like all the muscles in my body died,”

“You’ve been sitting for hours after all,” Ibara suddenly smiles, his eyes diminishing into thin slits. You don’t need to hear anything to know that he’s plotting something behind the smile. “What if I give you a short massage?”

Well… that is unexpected.

“A massage,” you repeat.

“That’s right,”

Now that is interesting. You’ve heard from Hiyori about how good Ibara’s massages are for more times than you can count, and it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. It just keeps slipping your mind. A massage sounds just as appealing as a five star meal right now considering how tired your limbs feel.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it,”

“Fine,”

His smile widens even more. “Alright then! Please get onto the bed,”

“You wanna do it on the bed?” you frown. “I’ll fall asleep,”

“It’s not gonna be long,”

This sounds way too risky especially with the amount of work that’s still unfinished, but his grin is unwavering, as if he already knows what your answer will be.

“God, alright,” you admit defeat and throw yourself onto the bed face first. There is a moment of quiet shuffling before Ibara settles himself behind you, making sure he isn't crushing you under his weight. His hands find their way to your back, and start working their magic.

"Normally I would get massage oils, but that'll be for next time," Ibara says in a low voice, as if trying to lull you to sleep. Hiyori was right about his skills -- you don't think you've ever had a massage so satisfying before. Somehow, he just knows where to knead and how much pressure to put. With every passing minute your muscles are getting looser, as is your mind. You almost feel bad experiencing this for free.

You're about to fall asleep when something suddenly jolted your consciousness, like a big slap to your face. You have no idea how long you've been laying down in that hazy state, but you've still got work to do.

"That was the most incredible massage ever but I have to work now…" is what you're trying to say, but the words come out too jumbled and incoherent to be understood. When you try to get up, Ibara presses you back down, insisting that he's not done with the massage yet.

"I'm going to fall asleep for real," you argue weakly as your body slumps back into the mattress. Ibara watches as your words cease and your face loosens up, mouth slightly ajar as you finally indulge yourself to sleep. Maybe you'll be mad at you in the morning, but seeing you rest makes everything worth it.

Leo

This is so, so ridiculous.

You've been telling Leo to go to bed for the past two hours, but did he listen? Evidently not, seeing as he's clinging to your arm with half-lidded eyes that are failing him every two seconds.

"Just go to sleep first, kay? I still have tons of stuff to do," you flip the pile of complicated documents around, not wanting to spare them another glance. Alas, there isn't much time left before your work is due, and the only way you can think of to tackle this is to keep pushing through no matter how worn out your body feels.

Your head is throbbing and somehow your sight just won't focus. You're pretty sure you're starving too, but you feel no incentive to leave your seat and grab snacks. No, you have to finish your work as soon as possible.

This might've been a lot easier if not for Leo. In the middle of your working he suddenly jolted awake and whined about wanting to cuddle with you. It's no surprise though, considering how often the two of you cling to each other during your sleep, but tonight just doesn't work out.

"Aren't you tired too? I can't sleep without you…" Leo mumbles.

"Pretty sure you're falling asleep as you speak," you say, even though you shouldn't be the one talking right now, not when you're also getting groggy just from his warmth and presence.

When you turn to look at him, his face is squished against your arm, mouth slightly ajar as he snores. To prevent him from waking up again, you decide to tuck him in.

Which is a big mistake, because just the sight of the bed is enough to knock you out. Also because Leo's not letting go of your arm even in his sleep.

"Come to rest, please…" he mumbles quietly and you sigh. Trying to work when your body is screaming isn't going to do much anyway, you suppose, and you flop yourself onto the mattress with the boy. Leo may be childish at times, but everything he does comes from wishing for your wellbeing.

Tatsumi

Lying to Tatsumi feels like committing the worst crime ever, but the guilt of going to sleep with your work still unfinished is even greater.

That explains why you're here under the dim light of the desk lamp against Tatsumi's advice, trying to fight the sleepiness getting to your head as you type away on the keyboard. Just a few more pages and you will go to sleep, you decide, but 'a few more pages' is looking a lot like five essays right now.

You lean back against the chair, throwing your head back. You dare not close your eyes, because you're sure a second longer than an usual blink and you'll be a goner.

"Come on, come on…" you return to the original position, shoulders slumped and eyes squinting as you try to string sentences together. What is usually an easy task has become an impossible mission, and the voice at the back of your head suggesting you to give up isn't any help.

Absorbed in your work, you fail to notice the ruffling of the blanket and the shuffling of slippers behind you. When Tatsumi sets his hands on the back of your chair and calls you, you flinch dramatically.

"Oh," you sigh after calming down. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," he says. "I thought you agreed to go to sleep,"

You grimace at his words that remind you how you made a false promise with him when all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. "I know I did, but I couldn't really fall asleep thinking of all this stuff," you gesture vaguely at the screen.

"I don't think you're doing well though,"

As if trying to prove his point, a yawn escaped your lips and tears blurred your vision. "I suppose not,"

He sits back onto the bed, reaching out so that he can hold your hands in his. "It's no use trying to work in your current state, you know? I know that you're feeling stressed out from all the work piling up, but rest is important for your productivity too. And I'd hate to see you overworking yourself," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's go to bed first, and we'll tackle whatever's on your plate tomorrow, alright?"

He doesn't have to say much to sway you. It's one of his charms anyways -- being able to persuade you without even trying.

Arashi

Arashi glances at the clock. 1am. You've been working at your desk since 8, and she can see that you're already starting to fall asleep.

"Sweetheart? You should go rest," she says softly, resting her arms on your shoulders from behind. This brings your mind back to the present, and you sigh realizing that you've zoned out once again.

"Is this due soon?" Arashi asks.

"Not quite, but I don't want to pile everything up. I'm supposed to finish this part today but so many things happened that hindered my plans," you rub you the corners of your eyes. "And I'm already feeling tired,"

"Then you should probably sleep, right? Lack of sleep can mess your face up easily," she turns to cup your face, professionally observing your skin and missing the blush on your face. "You still look cute, but I'd be really sad if you became a victim of sleep deprivation~"

Her voice sounds light and casual, but you can tell that she's genuinely worried about your health. You pull her into a hug, burying your head in her clothes. She always gives the best hugs, hugs that understands you without having to exchange words, hugs that reassure you and rid you of anything on your mind, that remind you even if the world turned its back on you, you'd still have a home to come to.

"Let's go to bed," you suggest, voice woozy.

"Sure, but let's do some skincare routine first!"

You always enjoy doing routines with her even though you're never one to pay much attention to yourself. But something about her being close and taking care of your face makes you feel at ease, and with her soft hands working on your cheeks, you quickly fall asleep.

Noticing your dropping head, Arashi lets out a sigh before carrying you in her arms, planting a light kiss on your forehead

"Sweet dreams, my love,"

Keito

When you started dating Keito, Kuro was quite delighted. One because he never believed someone could actually put up with the man, and two because someone can finally keep an eye on his atrocious working schedule.

What he didn't expect though, is that you're just as much of a hard worker as Keito.

As the night passes, the two of you are still working incessantly. Except from the occasional small talks, there's only the sound of paper and keyboard in the room. The tea he brewed a while ago has already been emptied. You turn to look at the green-haired man, and although you can only see his back, he doesn't seem to be too affected by all this work. Perhaps his monstrous workload back in Yumenosaki Academy has turned him into a machine who doesn't feel tired.

But that can't be true. Surely, overworking a lot doesn't make you immune to it. Keito may not be vocal about how he feels, but he's still a human, and he's bound to feel tired,

The tapping sound on his end pauses abruptly as he turns to you, only to meet your observing eyes. This startles him a bit, and you let out a small chuckle.

"You should go rest-" he glances at the clock on the wall and frowns. "-it's already so late,"

"You're one to talk," you retort.

"I can still function without sleeping, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard,"

There it is again. He never seems to acknowledge his own weaknesses, only paying attention to others as he hides his feelings inside the myriad of work thrown at him each day.

"No one can 'function without sleeping', Keito. You're not a superman,"

"..."

Keito's shoulders are still tense, but he seems to be deep in thought as he isn't working on the computer either. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head and resumes typing. Perhaps he's reminded of his responsibilities, of the various roles that he plays, and how he can't afford to let anyone down.

As always, it's hard to move Keito. You brush it off and turn back to your work.

It isn't until Keito stands up to get himself a new mug of tea that he realizes how drained you look. Your eyelids are drooping and even from far away he can notice errors on the computer screen. Your figure is slouched, leaning towards the table like you just want to fall asleep right there but can't.

"You should really go to bed," Keito walks to you, hand resting on the chair's rail.

"Are you going to come with me?"

"What?"

"Are you going to come to bed with me?" you repeat.

"I still have work,"

"Then I'm not gonna rest yet,"

Keito raises his brows. "Are you threatening me with your own health?"

"If this is what I need to do for you to rest, then so be it,"

Silence fills the room. He watches as you tap away on the keyboard, re-typing every once in a while because your fingers just can't seem to find the keys. It's almost painful to watch.

"How incorrigible," Keito sighs. "Alright. Let's go,"

You jump to your feet immediately, dragging him to the bedroom. "No sneaking out after I fall asleep, okay? You have to rest for real,"

"Fine," Keito grunts.

The moment his head falls onto the pillow, he swears he can slip into dreamland right away. You throw your arm across his torso and he instinctively rests his head atop yours, listening as your breathing becomes more and more calm.

The both of you may be hopeless cases, but you always find a way to hold each other up.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #natsume sakasaki #ibara saegusa #leo tsukinaga #arashi narukami #tatsumi kazehaya #keito hasumi #sie writes

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the-official-account · 3 years

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Oh, hey, you! Do YOU like random resources?

Well here's a few things I've kind been sitting on and am posting now cause I probably won't update them for a while! If you'd like to contribute tho, hmu, editing perms vary.

While the t3p wiki is a WIP (adding pages is exhausting, yo), here's my notes everything in the pasithea powder! (Up to episode 16)

Working on the wiki? Well I'd recommend joining the discord which I don't have, and also using this progress tracking spreadsheet.

I also began a one-note for tracking political forces and allegiances on pasithea for theorizing purposes, but I'm not so sure I wanna share that. Ask if you're interested and I'll decide later.

For my TSCOSI folks, here's my full notes on dwarnian language. I have PAGES of headcannon but I may adapt that into an original race so ask if you really wanna see it and ill decide then. It really is all on my tumblr if you dig. I probably tagged it all "dwarnians" but Who knows.

And cause nobody saw before, here's my huge dnd resources gdrive. This baby is unfinished and will actively lie to you. I make sure as much stuff as possible is backed up to the internet archive and whatever. Some stuff is too big to upload or disorganized so if you want help finding specific things send an ask. I'm NOT an expert just an e-hoarder.

Promo time:

I've written at least a few first for both fandoms, look here

If you wanna find my art check this tag which has all kinda shit in it. If you wann see from a specific fandom I've put too much into the main tags so look there.

Edil drabbles on about tscosi

Tscosi over specific character playlists (the published ones)

Edil drabbles on about t3p (I gave y'all a whole ass comic)

I hope this post evokes the feeling of player with good loot dying and dropping all their stuff I'll respawn.............eh, sometime. Out fishing. On vacation. smelling the roses. My asks and requests are still always open. But as are the nature of requests: 🤷‍♀️.

#alright are my bases covered now?#tscosi #the strange case of starship iris #the pasithea powder #t3p #dnd #dungeons and dragons #im way too lazy to make indivisual posts #take my stuff! i made it to be taken & used so go and do that #thats....that's it ya?#yeah.#bye #edil makes references

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tottymatsuno · 3 years

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In The Peach Pit; Saw You Fake It

Author: Roro (tottytown)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x Reader

Category: Romance, enemies to friends to lovers, coworkers, fake dating

Rating: mature (eventually)

Summary: You hate this guy! First you go on the world's shittiest date, and now he's your coworker?!

Word Count: 3209/26k+ (unfinished, in the process of editing now will most likely be an additional 15k when finished)

Warnings: He's mean? Past trauma in later chapters from a previous abusive relationship.

Commentary: One of the few fics I take the time to establish a brand new relationship instead of throwing you in cold. Y/N-chan is autistic and punk, but respectfully so imo. I'm using a huge amount of my own personal experiences and feelings. I didn't intend for her to be autistic initially but it kinda just happened. As always I write for black girls!

BLMATSU DNI

"Hey, love your style! 💞😍"

You look down at the opening message, ah this Totty guy has a sort of cute aesthetic, you think in agreement. Like a preppy but approachable dorky vibe based off of his profile picture. You think this must be from the My Melody stickers. With a sweet wink and a smile, you don’t even notice the placement of his peace sign near his lips. If you had, maybe you would've swiped left, but Totty’s face seemed so innocent and adorable you didn’t see it.

You're kinda interested in the whole opposites attract theory too. He looks like your preferred type, but unfortunately adorably bubbly boys never want to actually go out with you. Something about you being either too emotionless or too scary. It's their loss though, but you're a bit happy one guy like that seems to have an interest in you enough to initiate contact.

It takes a little bit for your break to arrive so you can respond. After ordering your lunch and latte - the order that always gets a comment from Ryo about not really fitting your vibe since it's not black coffee or something. You always get a good laugh out of requesting the most ridiculous thing you could think of everyday. Today's request is of a horrific caricature of a seagull stealing fries.

With lunch in hand you reply in the break room to get away from the slight afternoon rush and harsh lights of the store.

"Sup. 😎 I dig yours too, so do you like Sanrio stuff? 👀"

The reply is instant which is a surprise but a pleasant one.

"Yes ofc! 🥰 My absolute fave is My Melody, isn't she just the cutest? 😍 What's yours?"

You think about for a moment, who is your favorite? A little face pops in your mind.

"Konmi, she's a hard worker. 💪🏾 I really like all of the Kuromi 5 though 🧐, but if I had to pick it'd be Konmi."

There's a gap in between the replies which doesn't bother you too much. Totty or whatever is probably busy too since it's the middle of the day.

"Ah, that makes sense. I thought you seem more like a Kiki or Batz Maru fan. You might have been my fated person 💞 if Kuromi herself was your favorite.😘"

You snort a little before texting a quick reply of, "You might’ve been jumping the gun saying that tho."

The day follows on with that sort of half dry banter, Totty doesn't seem like a bad guy or anything. Just bland. That's okay though because not everyone's charms shine through in text. You get it, after all your dry sense of humor doesn’t really ring true through text either. You're willing to look past that since texting is always a bit awkward with strangers no matter what.

Plus you only want to try getting a boyfriend since the guy you're actually interested in seems to be content to string you along without a real rejection either way. There's two tickets intended as a date with your crush, Daisuke in the small homegoods section that are just burning a hole in your pocket. You felt silly inviting Daisuke to an event that you were only interested in without considering his feelings when he politely turned you down. Oh well though.

You invite Totty to the San-x event instead because it might be better to get to know someone new? You wouldn't mind going by yourself however but it really sucks standing out so much when you're alone. As much fun it is to flip people off and show your pierced tongue to anyone who whispers about you it gets tiring constantly having to ask if randos have ‘a fucking problem?!'

Being scary is hard work, don't get you wrong though! It feeds your ego that ripped skinny jeans, a little dark make up and a choker makes you terrifying; sometimes it'd just be nice to go on a normal date. After all you don’t even have any visible tattoos!

And the whole cigarette smoke filled punk bar isn't your scene now that you go through nicotine withdrawals. Plus getting black out drunk isn't good for the upward mobility at your job and self medicating with those two substances hasn’t ever gotten you anywhere.

Totty seems a bit too eager to meet up, you think over the following days approaching the event. Constant texts about how exciting it is to meet and other obvious bullshitting pleasantries.

He even asked to have a phone conversation with you, which you agreed to! Turns out the only time he had available to talk was a five minute window that got cut short.

“Good mornin-- Jyushimatsu-niisan! I’m on the phone!” followed by what sounded like the loud sound of splashing water.

The call ended before you could even say anything, but you did hear a shriek as it ended. You sat on pins and needles your entire break sending text messages to confirm the exact five minutes you could speak to him only for it to end so abruptly.

After a few hours, Totty sent multiple messages apologizing, and complimenting your voice he did not even get to hear. Seems really fake but once again you'll give him the benefit of the doubt because whatever happened on his end sounded overwhelming.

If you're just misreading it Totty's sincerity will actually be really adorable and sweet.

On the day of the event you dress to impress with all of your piercings in and cutest outfit. Oh, the sacred counsel of Teddy Bears had to be called out in order for you to determine the right amount of color for your outfit.

Black yes was a given, but since it’s a San-X event should you have gone neon or pastel? You went pastel in the end, with a small assortment of cutely cool colors that wouldn’t draw too much attention to themselves but would compliment your outfit otherwise. And of course your make up was carefully applied too.

You went with a dark lipstick instead of black, because you knew sometimes the whole 100% punk thing can be intimidating. But all in all you look great! After all today you could finally end up with a bubblegum boyfriend like you've always wanted!

Ah, this is a route you don’t go on very often isn’t it? You left your apartment extra early to board the train heading southbound.

You’ll need to make two transfers and then walk some but you aren’t familiar with this area in order to find the last short bus route where you agreed to take together.

You also aren’t great at following the phone map. As you walked you searched for your compass because you needed to go east from the train only to find you forgot it at home.

“Um, excuse me...Which way is east from here?” You quietly ask a nice middle aged woman, who blinks in response.

“Let me think, I believe you’re heading down the right way.” She points forward. You notice a glint of hesitation in her eyes, and are grateful she still helped you out even if she seems apprehensive to do so.

“Thank you so much for your help!” When you smile at her, she begins to stop you.

“Excuse me. Do you work at that bookstore not too far from here?”

That’s where it clicks!

“Oh, yes I do! I’m so sorry for not recognizing you, valued customer I have slight face blindness!” Which is true, if you don’t expect to see someone outside of a certain context you don’t even register who they are.

It’s happened so many times, and you have lost friends because of it. You sorta thought you recognized her voice, but now that you think about it this woman is a semi regular.

“Ah, it’s okay. I don’t mean to keep you but I heard there might be new event with housewives in mind, do you know when it will take place?”

She asks very sweetly. “Yes! We’re in the middle of preparing it now, so it’ll be happening in two weeks. It’s for our newly expanded Josei section! We’re trying to attract more women and girls to the store so in the event we’re going to take a survey and find out which new manga titles are the most highly anticipated! We’ll also have a demo for an upcoming joseimuke game by a popular studio! If those don’t interest you, there will be a sale on dramas and later on that day we will have a special surprise comedy guest!”

You excitedly tell her of this large event, you’re so happy she asked about it! You hand her a coupon booklet as well, “These will get you discounts too!” You chatted her ear off for a while, until she asks you, “Oh yes, are you heading east for that event down the road?” while looking at her watch.

“The San-X one? Yes, I am!” You answer diligently.

“The next bus is scheduled soon then, you should run along so you aren’t late!” You look at your phone and with a friendly wave good bye you haul ass so you aren’t late!

Which you weren’t! In fact you still arrived fairly early.

Totty isn’t here yet, so you decide to wait.

And you wait.

And wait. Two buses go by without you aboard.

You wait well past the agreed upon meetup time and just as you were going to head on by yourself, Totty finally shows up. You actually know he's approaching from a distance for multiple reasons you don't wanna get into just yet.

But you will say that Totty is a bit of a disappointment to be honest. It might not just be his outfit or anything but the fact he physically recoils when meeting you at the bus station is a real turn off.

"Heh...hehe...um, it's nice to finally meet you! I'm Todomatsu, but cute girls call me Totty." It was obviously a forced greeting, the guy was sweating and clearly trying not to run away.

"Same to you, Totty." Your reply is even because it might be just a shock to see someone dressed like you out of nowhere.

One look on his face tells you Totty actually seems a bit offended you called him by the nickname. Alright. Won't do that again. An unhealthy amount of silence takes place as you wait for the 3rd bus to pull over to allow boarding. Rudely Todomatsu cuts in front of you to pay first, but as you wait the polite distance you notice him struggling to get enough change for the fare. Uh, that’s weird. “Want me to handle that?”

You ask from over his shoulder while he counts his small amount of change. It’s definitely not enough fare. Todomatsu yelps at the sound of your voice and embarrassingly throws his change in the till.

The driver gives him a semi disgusted face and you totally get it while Todomatsu digs in all of his pockets with growing desperation. Finally you wordlessly pop the remaining coins in with your own fare.

The bus ride is very boring since Todomatsu barely responds to your attempts at small talk, plus his body language is totally uncomfortable and it's making you feel weird.

The ride is also shittier than a usual bad date because Todomatsu fucking stinks. Like not of body odor, but this cheap ass "my first body mist" found rattling inside the trashcan of a 3rd year middle school girl's room.

The smell of the overwhelming alcohol and whatever is supposed to make the 'sugar pink kiss pop' is popping you a major headache in the close quarters.

Eventually you get to the event. This is feeling like you’re pulling your teeth out to be honest, the absolutely awkward and silent treatment is killing you! Once standing in line Todomatsu finally begins to warm up to you a bit, and by warm up you mean he starts "charming" you with PUA tactics.

"Aren't you hot in all of that black? I couldn't wear all of that, I'm getting hot just looking at you. Do you want me to get you a drink? You can pay me back later." Todomatsu's smile at this point is a fraction less strained but still incredibly manufactured. You can tell he felt cringy winking and the second hand embarrassment is gross.

"With what money? Besides I'm not hot. I was wondering if I should get you something instead since you’re so broke and I can see your pit stains. You probably need some water after sweating so much."

Todomatsu doesn't appreciate your comment, the second you turn away to look at your placement in line you swear catch a glimpse of something demonic.

"Soo, which one are you going to take the picture with?" Todomatsu asks with a pinned on grimace-smile. While his tone was casual and even you could tell he wasn’t enjoying this date. You literally haven’t even done anything wrong or weird, which makes you angry because this fucked up aura is on him.

"Rilakkuma. I'm gonna hug that big cuddly sonvabitch until his lil button eyes go pop." You wiggle your hugging fingers in a silly way in anticipation for the bear hugging to lighten the mood.

Todomatsu laughs nervously, "We might get kicked out if you hug that hard..."

"Oh! Maybe they'll just let me unzip his costume and reveal his true form? Isn't it time the people know who's in there?" You know that Rilakkuma is being acted by the person wearing the costume... But maybe there's a hint to Rilakkuma's comic book true identity. Like the actor wearing a little shirt with a clue?

"A man. A very sweaty man who isn't paid is enough to be here is inside of that costume." Todomatsu is sorta a buzz kill, huh?

"Could be an even smaller bear though, maybe a little AI thingy? I've heard those guys are hanging around nowadays."

You're just trying to shoot the breeze at this point, but you can feel your chill cool girl image cracking. You start glaring at the massive line ahead, this isn't really what you expected. Todomatsu seems to catch onto your new forming negative energy too.

The sun glaring into your light sensitive eyes also has a negative effect on your growing bad mood. Usually you enjoy the slight strain when you get to see the big blue sky, but today it isn’t working. Nor is the feeling of the sun on your skin making you feel better, instead you just feel muggy and uncomfortable.

"Yeah. AI. Those are around I guess..." Todomatsu begins leaning over every few minutes to frantically text someone until you glance at him. This scares him further for literally no reason. You barely even looked at him!

You must look hella annoyed at this point, but you say nothing. Not until it's your turn to take a picture with Rilakkuma, which more than brightens your mood immediately.

You were nearly bouncing off of the heels of your platforms the closer you got to Rilakkuma. Yeah, there's other little mascots but Rilakkuma is the original and the most popular for a reason! He's soo cute!! As you hug the little teddy bear you couldn't help but squeal in delight that you loved him!

You feel the shoujo sparkles everywhere, and the weight lifted from your poor heart makes you feel light and airy! When your picture was snapped, you floated off giggling to yourself on a cloud of hopes and dreams.

When you receive the snapshot you nearly twirl when hugging it close to your heart. You look back at Rilakkuma who gives a slight wave in your direction which makes you even happier! The sunshine never felt so sweet before.

“I love you, Rilakkuma! See you again later!” You wave back overly ecstatic.

"So you can make expressions like that too?" Oh. Yeah. Your date.

Like your aforementioned hopes and dreams shattering at once by a voice that honestly should be attached to an idol instead of this dickhead.

"Yeah, with the right motivation." You look at your printed picture but feel like the happiness from it has been stolen a little.

"You should smile more, you'd look way less scary. I had no idea there was such a cute face under all of that edgy doom and gloom." Yeah, Todomatsu is an asshole. This isn't gonna work out at all.

You don't bother to look up from your picture yet as Todomatsu berates you in efforts to smile more. After a few seconds of debate you decide to pull the plug on whatever the hell this was.

"Yeah, not feeling this anymore so I'm gonna go alone from here. Bye." You tuck the picture in a little keepsafe holder before turning to leave.

Todomatsu audibly gasps, even stamping his feet so childishly. "Have fun kissing a metal detector instead of a guy, you weirdo! I only stayed this long because I felt bad for you anyways!"

“You messaged me first.” You tell him quietly with gritted teeth, feeling so much more than offended.

“I swipe right on every girl, and send that line to everyone who matches with me! You weren’t special! Do you know how lucky you are that I even came out here to meet with you?! You look like a vampire! It’s scary!”

You won't let him get away with insulting you after giving his ass the benefit of the doubt multiple times.

The fury bubbles up in your throat until it boils over. But. Instead of cursing or screaming at Todomatsu you pin point in that exact moment how to render him to devastation.

With a calm voice you tell him, "I wonder if anyone would actually ever like the real you, and not the artificial dollar store signature scent version of it. Probably not, you seem nauseating either way."

After finally walking away for good you're consumed with thoughts. Shit, you should've said 'instead of pretending to stomach your artificial dollar store signature scent ass' or something! Aw fuck it would have been great to let him know you were legit going to throw up next to him on the bus too.

You think about these things going around the event, of course your mind takes breaks from new insults when you buy one of every Jinbeisan merch for sale. You stock up on other various cuties, take more pictures and just generally have a great rest of the day on your own. You even got ice cream!

Eating alone at a bench is a bit lonely, you would have much preferred your date to work out if you're honest... But you'd rather be alone than ignore hot pink flags. You're not desperate enough to go out with that guy.

You had to buy totes to carry all of the lil things you bought and it cost you all of your fun money for the month, but it was so worth it. You'll probably deck out your phone tonight and maybe put all of the new stickers onto anything you could get your hands on. Whatever this uncomfortable feeling is will pass, and you'll forget all about it.

#todomatsu x reader #matsuno todomatsu x reader #totty x reader #osomatsu san #todomatsu matsuno x reader #todomatsu x si #Todomatsu #Why were the spaces weird...#I h8 tumblr 😭#HOW COULD I FORGET THERES FAKE DATING IN THIS...#I'm back to reformat this since it got fucked in uploading it #Roros fics #peachpit fic #ppfic c1

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