#but its necessary for the plot

[karikarasuno]

part eight | part nine | part 10

you shouldn't be freaking out. except you are.

"what do you mean you don't remember if you told him you loved him?" nami asks, voice full of accusation. her and robin came over after you texted them frantically during your lunch hour asking if they could stop by to help you pick out something to wear tonight. you definitely remember making plans to meet law and his brother for drinks, but the 'i love you' memory is a bit fuzzier. it could very well have been a trick of the moon. but you can't be positive since he never said it back. at least you didn't think so.

"i was sleeping!" you complain, throwing another shirt you contemplated wearing onto your bed hopelessly. nothing looks right anymore. maybe you need to refresh your wardrobe.

"if you were sleeping, you couldn't have told him you loved him," robin replies simply. as if that answers all of your questions.

"well, i was falling asleep. more asleep than awake, but still." you make some incomprehensible motion with your hands in the hopes that you won't have to continue explaining yourself.

"so i'm gonna safely assume you can't remember if he said it back," nami says, snatching one of the shirts you threw on the bed earlier and holding it up to your body. "you're wearing this one."

you flop backwards onto your bed, your head falling into robin's lap. her hand comes up to reassuringly pat your crown as you openly sulk on her thighs.

"we'll take that as a no," robin says, looking down at you with pitiful humor in her eyes.

"i could kick myself," you whine, hands coming up to cover your face. "i mean who tells a man you love him after he declines phone sex!"

"you didn't get off before confessing you were in love?!" now nami sounds appalled and when you peek at her through the gap in your fingers she's staring down at you bug-eyed and disturbed. "have you lost your mind?"

all you can do is nod meekly. because yes, you have lost your mind. and you are sure it's somewhere between your house and law's. along with your heart because that isn't in your chest last time you checked.

"jeez," nami lifts your legs before sitting down next to you and placing your calves in her lap. "what are we gonna do about this?"

"now you see my dilemma," you sigh.

"here's a crazy idea," robin starts, dragging her hand over your hair, "you could always say it again, awake this time, and see if he says it back."

"you're right," you say, voice devoid of emotion.

"that is crazy," nami finishes.

****

jeans, boots, and a top that is arguably a little too low on your chest to be appropriate for meeting your boyfriend's brother (again) is what the three of you decided on before you left the house half an hour ago. a small gift bag dangles from your fingertips as you shuffle by the door oddly nervous. law and cora are already inside. he texted you twenty minutes ago to let you know.

you definitely are overthinking. everything between you and law has felt so natural and easy. there is an understanding between you that you've never had with anyone else. falling in love with him is quite possibly the easiest thing you've ever done in your whole life. so the idea of him potentially not returning that love is a knife to the gut. a knife that twists and twists until your intestines are spilling out of your abdomen. yes, it's genuinely that gruesome of a thought.

you swallow your anxiety, though, for the sake of cora. it is his birthday, after all. the bell above the door rings as you walk inside. since it's a friday night, the bar is busy. clusters of people are spread out among tables, lined up at the counter for drinks, and hanging out around the games you'd typically find at a bar. which is where your eyes land on law. he's standing by a pool table leaning against a stick as cora lines up for a shot.

he misses. miserably.

"and i thought i was bad," you say as you approach them.

"that was a fluke!" cora exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "and it's not polite to heckle the birthday boy."

"speaking of which," you hold up the bag towards him and it sways gently between your index finger and thumb.

"oh, you really didn't have to get him anything," law says before cora can even accept the gift. you meet his eyes over your shoulder and he winks. clearly, he's trying to get a rise out of cora. and it works.

"just because you don't like gifts doesn't mean no one deserves them," cora complains while glaring at his brother.

"i just so happen to love gifts, so thank you," he adds, turning to you with a slight bow and plucking the gift from your hand. up close cora is much taller than you remembered him to be. his shoulders have a slight hunch to them and you assume it's from all of the leaning over he has to do considering how much time he spends around children.

"i hope you like it," you say, "and happy birthday."

he carefully pulls out the tissue paper from the bag and places it on the edge of the pool table. for whatever reason, you're nervous. it's a gift that you bought last minute and really didn't put much thought into. but for some reason, in this exact moment, there are nerves fluttering around your stomach. if he hates the gift, you really hope cora's a good actor.

“oh wow,” he says, his eyes widening as he takes the gift out of the bag, “where did you even find this?”

it’s a glasses chain made up of knitted hearts. you saw it at a boutique when you were at the mall yesterday. and then you remembered how cora is a librarian, so you thought it was fitting.

“there’s a boutique in the strip mall where they sell all kinds of handmade stuff.” you try to shrug it off as a coincidence because really it was. you hadn’t searched for them. they just kinda appeared.

“these are incredible,” he says, awe dripping from each word. you start to blush. well, now you know he loves them and that somehow makes you even more nervous. you look over at law to find a response but he’s just staring at you. he’s still leaning against his pool stick but he’s much closer to you now. his eyes are soft and he wears a small smile. unlike any you’ve ever caught on him before. oh, you really do love him.

"how do i look?" cora asks after he's fitted the chain over his glasses. they fit him perfectly, actually. like they were handmade exactly for him.

"they look great," law responds.

"ok, i don't know if i believe you since you didn't even look at me."

while your eyes had shifted over to cora when he asked his question, you weren't aware that law's hadn't. they remained on you. god, is it hot in here?

"you look amazing, cora. they really suit you," you answer him. it's a touch shy. but mostly because you can feel law's eyes. you can feel where his thoughts are heading. and you can nearly feel his sheets fisted in your hands when you recall that thing he does with his fingers.

"play for me while i grab you a drink." law hands you the stick and you take it gingerly between your fingers.

"you should know i'm not very good," you say, pointing the stick at him in warning.

"there's only two solids left on the table and a shit ton of stripes," he says, leaning down to speak directly into your ear. "you could miss a dozen times and i still think i could kick cora's ass."

"again," cora says, hand sassily clutching his hip, "it's my birthday."

you laugh through your nose at their bickering. law winks before he turns away and heads to the counter to order something for you. you watch him go, your gaze very obviously lingering, and a small part of you forgot cora was even behind you.

"you two are hopeless," you hear him mutter. when you face him you except to see a look of disgust. one that is usually present on nami's face when she says things like that. except cora looks content. he looks endeared in a way.

"i guess it's my turn," you attempt shifting the conversation. your emotions are running marathons in your chest and you need to tamper them down. you bend over and lean your upper half onto the table. you try your best to line up the cue ball with the red solid that's sitting near one of the pockets. you, fortunately, have a very clear shot. so you take it. you, unfortunately, have terrible aim as well.

cora chuckles when you miss. "twins," he teases.

"hey, i'm still warming up," you argue. "i'll be much better after my drink."

"ah, some good ol' fashioned liquid courage," he nods, remembering his near empty glass of beer perched on the high top beside you and downing the rest.

after law arrives with your drink much of the evening is spent talking and laughing around the pool table. cora and law couldn't be more different, but together he brings out a side of law you don't see often. law really is quite silly. they argue over everything. law enjoys goading cora that way. cora looks to you for support. sometimes you offer it and sometimes you play devil's advocate. all of it is just so fun.

you were worried for nothing.

"i'll grab us one last round," you offer, hopping off the stool you're sitting on as you watch the guys throw darts. for you that game is a safety hazard and you've had two drinks too many to be any good anyway.

"i'll just do a seltzer if you don't mind," cora calls out as he holds the dart up between his fingers and closes one eye to 'better his aim.'

"that's fine. and you?" you stand next to law, wrapping your arms around one of his and resting your chin on his bicep.

"a beer, please," he answers, bending over to press a quick kiss to your forehead. you take a step back and you smile, giddy and happy and ridiculously, all the way to the bar. the bartender is busy with a few other patrons so you lean against it, careful to avoid the mysterious sticky patch by your elbow, and you wait.

"well look who we have here." the voice that sidles up behind you sends a bucket of ice cold water straight over your head and down your spine. you contemplate ignoring him. but that would be impossible. he's stubborn like that.

"hi, kid," you say dismayed. "how are you?"

this is the last thing you ever thought would happen. you aren't delusional enough to believe that you'd never run into kid again, but now? it's the worst possible time. and you were in such a good mood too.

"clearly not as good as you've been." you don't miss the condescending edge to his words. his smile says one thing but you know kid. you know this bothers him.

"oh? things didn't work out between you and that girl?" there's a venom there that you yourself aren't expecting. you're over him. that much is a fact. but his presence still irritates you. the stupid, cheating idiot.

“huh, cute,” he says snidely. he downs the rest of his beer, a bit of the liquid dribbles out of the corner of his mouth from how harshly he chugged it. another sign you've clearly gotten under his skin. but you don't relish in it the way you though you would. mostly because you don't care. and honestly you want this interaction to just be over so you can get back to law. who is currently arguing with cora over the placement of a dart when you glance their way over your shoulder. you smile a little at the sight. momentarily forgetting the fact that your ex is standing beside you burning a hole into the side of your face with his glare.

"i would've never thought you'd rebound with the lame ass neighbor," he huffs, his tone dripping with disdain. a disdain that has hot anger flaring in your chest.

"do not talk about him like that," you snap, voice hushed but very obviously offended.

"oh!" kid's head rears back, a sick sort of grin twists his features. "you have feelings for that fucking idiot."

"kid, i'm serious, shut up." your heart starts to speed up in your chest. your vision is beginning to cloud over with anger. an anger you haven't felt since that day you kicked him out. really how did you date him for so long? he's insufferable. "what, or better who i'm doing is none of your business."

"this whole thing is just so funny, y'know that?" he steps closer to you and you try hard not to recoil in his presence. you always hated when he used his size against you.

"i don't see how," you reply, propping a hand on your hip and raising your chin. you refuse to back down because kid will steamroll over anyone if you let him. "like i said, my life is none of your concern anymore."

"so what? you think he's gonna be loyal to you? you think he's gonna put up with your ass? he's not gonna stick around, but i know you're fucking crazy enough to think so."

your hand starts to shake at your side. you're trying desperately not to cause a scene. it's not fair to you or law, or even cora. it's his fucking birthday for christ's sake.

"what's your point?" you try to force space between the two of you but it's difficult considering how packed the bar is. he smiles, but really it's just a sad excuse to cover up a sneer. "have you always been this much of a dickhead?"

"you used to love me," he chuckles darkly, eating up the minimal space between you until your chests nearly touch.

"yeah used to. not anymore." keeping your voice even is becoming a challenge. it's starting to do that annoying shaking thing when your anger flares and tears prick at your eyes. you absolutely despise crying when you're angry. kid used to use it against you all the time.

you're so damn sensitive. you think tears are gonna work on me? come on, sweetheart, grow up.

memories sting at your mind. they claw at wounds that aren't quite healed over yet. wounds that bleed insecurity.

"don't say that," he patronizes. "admit it, a part of you misses me. don't you remember all the fun we used to have?"

"i'm not doing this with you." you shake your head, preparing to walk away. "i have people to get back to."

but you didn't make it two steps before kid is grabbing your wrist to stop you. you didn't want to turn around, but his grip is too strong for you to yank your arm away. and you didn't want to draw attention either.

"he's never gonna love you," kid says with enough conviction that you almost believe him. as if he knows what you said to law the other night and the fact that he may have never said it back.

"you-"

"do we have a problem here?" you almost don't recognize law's voice. it's hollow in a way you're unfamiliar with. the warmth is gone. the teasing note it always tends to carry when you're around him has disappeared. it's so cold a shiver practically runs down your spine.

kid drops your wrist and holds his hand up in surrender. he smirks at you before looking at law over your shoulder.

"nah, man," he replies, shaking his head with a dark chuckle. "we were just catching up."

he steps around you and claps you on the shoulder. "it was nice seeing you."

you don't respond. you can't because your throat is too tight.

kid squeezes between you and law. they size each other up because men are annoying. but nothing happens. kid simply leaves. stealing your pleasant mood and taking it with him.

"are you okay?" law asks tightly, but he's not looking at you. his eyes are stuck on kid's retreating figure.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "sorry i haven't had a chance to order your drinks yet."

"it's fine," he says, finally looking your way. but there's something distant about his gaze that makes your chest ache. "we were about to call it a night, anyway."

****

law doesn't get angry anymore. at least not like he used to. it's a foreign feeling now. the one that swirls in his gut and pounds at his chest. it's almost nauseating. so much so as he drives your car back home, he can only sit and simmer in silence. not even the radio is on. he can tell you're off. he notices the way you curl against the window, your body facing away from him as your eyes track the familiar scenery back home.

it's unsettling to him seeing you so upset, especially after having such a fun evening before your ex showed up. the real source of his anger. he hated the way kid touched you. as if he had any right to do so after what he did. he was so comfortable doing it as well. it was disrespectful. and that's one thing law has a difficult time tolerating. disrespect.

the two of you sit in your car for a few seconds after he turns it off. both hesitant to move first.

"i had fun tonight," he says, cutting through the silence as softly as he can. careful not to nick you and cause further damage. your head falls back against the headrest as you turn your face to look at him. you smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

"yeah," you nod, your fingers wringing in your lap, " i did too."

law is struggling because he wants to comfort you. but he really doesn't know what to say. you like to talk. usually telling him anything and everything without him having to ask. now the problem is, he doesn't know how or what to ask.

he wants to know what kid said to you, but that seems abrasive. he wants to know why you're so shaken up, but that seems intrusive. he just doesn't know and it's killing him. that and the fact that he wants to punch kid in the face.

"you coming in?" you ask, hand on the door handle, preparing to open it. all he can do is nod before grabbing his baggage from the backseat and following you.

even chopper, usually upbeat and frantic, seems forlorn as you two enter your home. you don't even bother to turn on the lights, instead wandering around and placing your things down guided only by the light of a candle warmer you left on in your living room. law just silently watches you go about your usual routine, helplessly wondering what he should do. until he decides to suck it up and ask. he corners you in the bathroom.

"hey," he says softly, leaning against the doorframe. you glance up at him but continue taking off your rings. "are you sure you're okay?"

"um," you pause, reaching for the back of your earring. "yeah i just-"

you sigh, shoulders sagging as your chin drops to your chest. "i just forget how much of an ass kid can be sometimes."

"what did he say?" the question that has been poised on his tongue since he interrupted your interaction at the bar slips right off of it.

"you don't have to worry about it," you dismiss, taking out your other earring and putting it on your jewelry tray. you don't want to talk about it. too bad.

"well," he starts, stepping behind you to place his hands on your shoulders. hopefully with reassurance. "you're upset, so i'm worried."

"it's not a big deal," you shrug him off. and his heart breaks at the gesture. he doesn't like it. not when he's so used to you being openly affectionate with him.

"hey," he says firmly as you start walking away. his hands reach for your hips and he spins you to face him. you don't look up at him which irritates him. he's not used to this so now he has to fix it. there must be a way he can make you feel better.

"can you please tell me what's going on?" he pleads, cradling your cheek and urging you to meet his eyes. you hesitate to, but you soften into his palm. inhaling deeply as you nose at his hand. the anxiety ebbs in his gut.

"i'm sorry," you exhale and it seems like your whole body drains of whatever energy you had left. "it's just, he's just-"

he sees how badly you want to stomp your foot as you wave your arm agitatedly. this he's used to. his mood starts to ease up. he's remembering how to breathe again.

"i shouldn't listen to him, i know," you whine, "but he knows how to get under my skin and it fucking sucks."

your eyes start to fill with tears. your bottom lip wobbles. "and that stupid son of a bitch basically said i'm crazy and unlovable. can you believe that?"

law knows he shouldn't. in fact he tries so so so hard not to. but when you look up at him with the biggest, wettest eyes and the most dumbfounded expression on your face he cannot help but laugh. it's just a chuckle. it kind of just drops from his lips.

"it's not funny, law!" you whack him in the bicep, just one tear falling from your eye, but he catches it with his thumb before it can get too far.

"it's not," he says, shaking his head amused. even though he really shouldn't be.

"then why are you laughing?" you try to squirm away from him but he's reluctant to let you go. "what's worse is he's not even wrong. especially after i tell you i love you and like an idiot i fell asleep and don't even know if you said it back!"

you throw your hands up, defeated. but he feels fine. because he knows how to fix this. this he can work with. this he has a solution to.

"i didn't say it back that night," he says it simply. and your face falls completely. "but not because i don't love you. or because you're unloveable; which is ridiculous, by the way."

you roll your eyes, causing another fat tear to fall down your cheek.

"but because i needed to see your face when i said it to you for the first time. when you told me you loved me i thought i made it up, but when i saw you tonight after being away all week i realized it didn't matter."

you settle in his arms as he speaks to you. law finally, fully, calms down when notices you returning to him. "it didn't matter because i love you."

he holds your face in his hands as he wipes tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. for whatever reason, law is enamored by you. his love for you struck him suddenly like a bolt of lightning, but its growth was also a slow burning fire.

law loves you.

"really?" your eyes are hopeful and sweet and sappy as you look up at him. he chuckles again, not quite believing how absurd you are sometimes. but either way, he nods. because yes, really.

"how much?" your hands grasp his wrists as you rise on your toes to come face to face with him. your frown tilts upwards into a smile. a honeyed one that he has to force himself not to kiss straight off of your face.

"and how do you suggest i show that to you?" he asks, leaning over until your noses brush.

"oh, i have a few ideas."

part eleven

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never underestimate the healing power of a good meal!

(For @nibbelraz!)

[ethosiab]

[25] IM BACK. here is a messy team canada for beef day

The fundraiser for Gamer's Outreach is still ongoing! Don't forget to donate and get in on some of the incentives before it's too late :D

[ezkel]

pt 17 .. 19

(the falcons motto is literally "let us win. but if we cannot win. let us break a few heads")

[thatneoncrisis]

really i think relying on a multibillion dollar gaming company and streaming platform to be able to effectively produce anti-establishment art with any sort of internal consistency or resolve is one of those "losing to a dog in poker" situations. you walked into that one. it just so happens that i also think everything in the show unrelated to that was mid as hell too

[bumblingbabooshka]

TNG episode where the ship is taking a bunch of different doctors and scientists to an important medical conference and Worf ends up developing a crush on one of the Vulcan doctors and they get along really well. They both seem lonely and their interactions are sweet. At the same time Worf is trying to beat an unknown opponent at a subspace strategy game which is circulating amongst all the security teams Starfleet-wide (Worf is very good at the game and so is equal parts frustrated and thrilled by this opponent's skill) and during one of their conversations/outings the Vulcan doctor points out a flaw in Worf's opponent's game which he never would have noticed on his own. This doesn't allow him to win necessarily but it does keep them from constantly stalemating one another. The end of the episode has Worf nearly confess to the doctor as they finally reach the conference, but it turns out her husband is waiting for her. Her husband is Tuvok and he was ALSO the opponent which Worf was fighting tooth and nail (on two different fronts?). Tuvok and Worf are both shocked by this and suspicious of one another. Was Worf seducing his wife as a tactic? Was Tuvok using his wife to lower Worf's guard? Doctor T'Pel seems amused, undercutting the tension. Gentlemen, it's only a game. (Both men remember it is indeed only a game and appear sheepish) She wishes Worf well and then gets on the transport, informing the room that her stay on the Enterprise was indeed quite enjoyable. Tuvok & Worf agree to continue playing that game until there is a decisive winner.

[papidiaz]

[kkildeer]

what do you mean. mom what do you mean

[elementaskylos345]

Narrator has insane mental fortitude

Stanley does not.

[thecryptkeeper]

the ONLY white woman ill allow modernize an otherwise beautiful home is catherine ohara in beetlejuice

[sukibenders]

Something that still doesn't sit right with me while being a part of the HOTD fandom is how Laena was done so dirty, from being placed as a "second" option for Daemon and having him keep her from returning home, from having her daughters see Driftmark, from seeing her own brother and parents before she died! That added on to the fact of how Daemon just sucked at loving her the way she deserved makes my blood boil. And to make matters worse, to drive the knife further, is during her funeral (added on to him laughing during it, which wasn't appropriate at all no matter the context or what anyone says) where she and her unborn son were only just recently placed at the bottom of the sea, Daemon and Rhaenyra sleep together and then marry each other all within the span of the same episode (don't even get me started on how they went heavy into the romantics of the moment but couldn't even bother to show Daemon be affection with Laena like he was in the books I believe).

And some in the fandom reaction to all this can be such a turn off. Because you can have people, mainly black fans, rightfully call out problems with this plot change, with Rhaenyra and Daemon sleeping together only right after Laena's funeral and will be met with so many heinous responses (a lot in which tie in with centering Rhaenyra and going "oh so you hate her" type beat) and it's so frustrating. That, and how we barely see Daemon interact with his daughters, let alone be affectionate as well as protective over them---that scene where the girls are bruised from a fight and clear in distress and yet Daemon doesn't even move to check on them nor go into a rage at the fact that his daughters were harmed, let alone the fact that his now dead wife's dragon was claimed by another on the day of her funeral. None of that. But will stand protectively by Rhaenyra and her sons' side without second thought. Make it make sense.

[allastoredeer]

If it's not too much work, could you share what your outlining process is like? I always feel a little lost when I try outlining my fics and I know the process is different for everyone but I feel like it would help to know what others do. Every time I try to google help I get processes for original novel writing, and it doesn't feel as applicable to writing a short fanfic.

I would love to :3

There are actually a few different ways I outline, and sometimes it depends on the length of the fic and how complex the plot is.

I'll use one of my saved radiostatic prompts as an example (it also gives me an excuse to sit down and actually outline it hehe)

So, sometimes just the prompt itself is a good enough outline for me (this is dependent on how long I think the fic is going to be. If it's short, sometimes the prompt itself works and I don't need to go in-depth. I say "prompt" but that also can mean a specific scene in your head that you want to write, or a concept, or even a piece of fan-art that inspired you).

Here's the paragraph prompt I wrote for this radiostatic one-shot/short fic (spoilers, I guess):

So sometimes, just this is enough for me to start writing the fic (my prompts do tend to get a little big because I like to add a lot of detail - about the scene or concept that grabbed my attention - so that I capture all the vibes and emotions that I want to incorporate.

But sometimes, it helps to go more in-depth so I'm not overwhelmed trying to get to the part of the fic that I want to write (NOTE: It is totally fine if you write out the scene/parts that you want to write the most, even if it's in the middle or the end. You can always fill in the blanks after. Or you can just post the scene you wanted to write without adding more. It's up to you).

I like to figure out what scenes happen that lead up to the parts I want to write, so sometimes, I'll make a bullet-point list of chronological scenes, plot-points, and details. For example:

And etc... you continue on until you've hashed out the sequence of events that take place in the story. This doesn't have to be super detailed (it can be really brief and to the point) and doesn't it have to be super clinical either. Just have fun and write down whatever silly thoughts you have in your head.

You bullet-point list can be as simple as:

Alastor goes downstairs to do exercise.

Vox shows up to do the exercise as well (invited by Charlie)

They get into an argument about modern technology.

Vox leaves.

It's really just about putting down the sequence of events starting from the very beginning to the very end. You can keep it simple like the above example

OR

You can make it even more detailed by doing an in-depth summary of the fic, scene by scene, plot point by plot point, until you get to the end (this is what I usually do because it gets everything planned out and on the page, down to the smallest details). For example:

And then it goes on like this until I've outlined the entire fic. You can be silly with this. Just have fun. Let yourself ramble and get all you're ideas out. Don't try to stick to a rigid plan, let the story flow naturally.

Then, once I've finished my outline, I use it as a guide as I write the rough draft. The thing about outlines is that you don't have to follow exactly what you planned. It's okay to diverge or adds things or cut things out. It really is just a loose guide to help you through the events of the story and get your thoughts on paper.

Additionally: You don't even have to fully finish the outline if you don't want to. Sometimes you get half of it done before you want to start writing, and that's fine. The rest of the story will reveal itself as you go.

If I'm doing a multi-chaptered fic, sometimes I'll break the overall idea of the story into pre-determined chapters and summarize it section by section. Or, I'll just be a maniac and summarize the entire fic in one big, super long, super detailed block of text. Another staticradio fic I'm currently outlining is 16,152 words long and I'm not even close to being done. I expected this fic to get super long and complex, so writing it out in a very chronological and detailed manner helps it feel less daunting. AND now I have every plot point, twist, emotional scene, and bit foreshadowing planned out and already placed where I want it to show up in the fic. It's great. It makes me life easier when I actually buckle down and write the rough draft.

Just as a final note, I want to say that everyone's process is different. This is how I outline, but I know it won't work for everyone. It's all about finding what method works for you.

I'll say that one of the most important to do while outlining is simply having fun with it. Make it your hype list. Make every scene you jot down a scene you're excited to write. Make yourself want to write it so it doesn't feel like a chore to slog through.

Best advice I've ever recieved: If you're bored writing a scene, the audience will be bored reading it.

Have fun and write the story you wanna write 👉👉

Hope this helped!

[trainerethan]

Bpd green...I see a vision...reds avoidant personality would be hell on earth for him but it's okay. They can work it out.

But for awhile after their reunion I know green woke up every day convinced red was going to walk off into the mountains again. Also just endless guilt about being mean to red when they were younger so he way over compensates now and it feels weird and forced for both of them.

Red has long forgiven green and wouldn't just leave again but unfortunately he doesn't actually like speaking out about how he's feeling so he seems sort of distant which makes green spiral a little.

Red isn't avoidant/closed off bc he thinks green won't care/doesn't trust him to confide in him but green probably sees it that way for awhile. He just has 0 experience with actually talking about your feelings instead of staying silent about how he feels and then leaving to live on a mountain to avoid any stress factors.

It's okay. Theyll figure it out. Being reunited after years of one of you living alone on a mountain and the other drowning in guilt over it will have your conflict resolution skill be a little rusty.

[menelaus-blue]

hanging out with my irl friend that hates kabru...we've had a lot of interesting discussion...it hasn't made me re-evaluate any opinions bc i think that he is an idiot but it certainly has been interesting

[yume-fanfare]

i wanted to make a post abt the "no interference" unwritten rule but i am once again held back with the fact because i mostly read only yuri im kinda lacking examples on other fields

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i need to kiss someone for research. how do i do that