#hope it's enjoyable to read though

[beyondthegame]

you got me SOOO obsessed with e 😭 can i please ask for some music facts about them? thank you <3

Ooo, yes!

E discovered their writing talent before their singing talent, so they originally thought ‘okay, I’ll be a songwriter’.

^ All until one day they were at their friend’s birthday party. The live music booked for it got sick and didn’t turn up so E stepped in — and boom, found their singing talent.

They have multiple notebooks full of songs written, they even have the first shitty one they started working in.

E also dates when they start working on songs.

Genre: pop, RnB, a bit of dance. They’re a very emotive artist so they’d love to sing a ballad at some point… their label isn’t keen on that last idea.

Has a bass guitar named Rebel and an acoustic guitar named Rae. Also named their grand piano Forte <- (yes, E is a softie)

They like adding Spanish lyrics to some of their songs.

E realllyyy wants one of their tracks to be on a movie soundtrack.

When they’re on tour, their team: dancers, backing singers, technicians, catering, band etc. always have the best stuff to say about how lovely, caring and inclusive E is… but of course the media love painting them out as a diva.

Anndd of courseee, they want the pinnacle, E wants a Grammy. They’ll take a Brit Award but… y’know, GRAMMY!

under the cut for my Maxine Taylor x E brainrot, because I am down BAD uggh

Pre-Beyond the Game:

I totally headcanon that E approached Second Coming and thought ‘I like them… I like HER!’ and was like super respectful about the approach, slid in the dms, met face to face a few times, became acquaintances and was completely honest from the beginning about wanting to work with Maxine.

Maxine & E got each other’s numbers, they started texting and whatever and picked a date to go to the studio. Maxine strolls in, freshly dyed red hair and says ‘go on, what are your thoughts? tell me what you want’ *insert innuendo from E here*

E eventually gets serious & says that the media has been on their ass and they’re pretty much sick of it, especially since they’re usually depicted as only a model with no talent.

And I feel like Max loosely relates in a sense where she knows that the media is always going to have an opinion on you, and I think she handles this aspect of fame better than E but y'know... it's gonna sting sometimes.

Thus, the two of them talking about their dislike for certain aspects of their careers and the media — this then caused the creation and birth of Heartless.

I feel like Heartless had a good idea behind, obviously two talented artists ready to work on it, and it ended up taking some long ass months to finish and get perfect.

Month 5: I just imagine the two of them in the studio, a little tired, well past midnight, something isn't quite going right with the song, they've ordered takeout to relax and they're talking about stuff that they wouldn't usually tell anyone... if feelings are getting caught, it's right hereee.

^ Like they're looking at each other with hooded eyes and they just knoww that, not that it's necessarily a bad idea for them to kiss/catch feelings, but they both have 'thoughts' about relationships as a whole, and their partnership was one they walked into without even thinking about anything other than music... definitely leaving whether they kissed/did anything more up to you nikka

Fast-forward: Heartless is out into the world, gets nominated for an award and the single holds such a special place in E's heart. Definitely solidified Max and E's friendship, like E adores her.

I feel like they regularly keep in contact too — calls, texts, FaceTimes, chatting shit about the media as usual. E will always want to know how Second Coming's doing. E definitely invites them to tour with them.

Alsooo, headcanon that E has literally written a song about Max: just how grateful they are for their friendship with her, how you can find a person who is such a diamond in this industry etc... but that song is never seeing daylight asdfghjkl (shy E! for once)

Beyond The Game:

E texts Maxine like 'hey, got hospitality tickets to this football game... wanna come with??'

Hospitality seats at football stadiums are soo nice, like you're inside and you can watch through a window or watch on tv and you have the best food, alcohol, and you're rubbing shoulders with other celebs that are there.

Soo, Max and E would get pictured together and they'd probably laugh about it.

Whilst they're watching the game, Max would probably say 'oh, she's cute/hot' and she's talking about Miko. Miko then scores a goal. Maxine: 'very hot'.

^ This would then get E smiling a little...

[saturdaysky]

gale's act 2 romance scene got me. i'm an absolute sucker for last nights alive and the desperate desire to escape to a reality where you have more time than you do.

it's a not like this moment, but like this is all you'll ever have, so you both play pretend that the beautiful thing between you is something you can keep.

loved it. very tasty.

[nostalgia-tblr]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

ngl the ship of love is loaded sounds very interesting! id love to hear more about it

your wish is my command, dear anon 😇 it's actually really interesting for me to read it back myself, too. I wrote it maaaany many months ago and I feel like my writing style has actually changed since then, which I wouldn't have thought at all. anywayssss, here's a little snippet for you:

Bojan isn't sure what attracts him to Käärijä.

Maybe it's how he's unapologetically himself, aware enough of the fact that he doesn't fit in to fully embrace it. Maybe it's his questionable style that somehow works so perfectly on him, creating the perfect blend of unconventional allure. Maybe it's the way he talks, half-baked phrases awkwardly woven into broken English, yet his point somehow always managing to be conveyed perfectly, for what he lacks in words he makes up for with facial expressions and addictive laughter.

Or maybe it's the way he's looking at him right now from across the room, half his face hidden, yet piercing grey eyes outlined with dark eyeliner making his gaze feel as prominent as a lighthouse's beam.

Whether it's the intoxication of the alcohol or just pure lust, Bojan finds himself beckoning to Käärijä seductively and then, in the next moment, face to face, people still dancing all around despite the sudden feeling they are completely alone in the universe. Just them. Inches apart. The air hot with tension.

It doesn't last, of course. They wouldn't be them if they didn't interrupt the sexual tension with momentary jokes and shenanigans.

In the span of half an hour, Bojan becomes engaged to the Finn via snus, the Slovenian alter-ego of Jack from Titanic, and the subject of many flirtatious comments which he can't quite tell are jokes or not. He finds himself hoping they aren't.

More alcohol is consumed as the night wares on, the party on the boat barely dying down so that when they miraculously find themselves on the makeshift dance floor again, there are too many people for it to be noticed how close they are.

There's barely an atom's width of space between them as they tease each other with their dancing, hands lingering and bodies shifting in ways that completely cross the line of platonic.

What even are they? What are they doing? Bojan briefly considers the intrusive thoughts, but they are quickly chased away by the alcohol coursing through his system. Consequences are for tomorrow, and tonight, he knows what he wants.

Carpe diem.

He's muttering things in the Finn's ear; sultry, scandalous, filthy things, and he can't bring himself to feel even an ounce of shame.

Not when that is the reaction it evokes.

Bojan's breath catches as he eventually hears a quiet groan from the man opposite, his hands clinging to Bojan's upper arms as if his life depends on it and his breaths noticeably speeding up.

Bojan chuckles darkly in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine.

"What's wrong, ljubi?"

Käärijä - no, Jere - looks up at him through hooded eyes, piercing grey once again making Bojan feel as if he's rooted to the spot.

"I think you know what you doing," he says quietly, voice wavering a little, and by God, if that doesn't make all the heat in Bojan's body travel south.

ask me about one of my wips!

[icewindandboringhorror]

recent lounging babey images

[yujeong]

VegasPete and Poetry - A few examples

I discovered a beautiful Greek poetry collection recently, which I finished reading last night, and I'd like to share some of the poems with you. (Keep in mind that I personally did the translations, in case some parts seem a bit nonsensical.) 1) Internal Journey (this one is the same I used for this text post, slightly altered) I'm checking out the old wound to make sure it's still running on the skin passing the baton to the next self once I get tired completely of circling myself. "This pain will be useful" I say and put another tick on the ledger not forgetting any. 2) Minimal Condition The body is measured with body and it needs proof ruined breaths melted kisses and the flavor of sweat. The body is measured with body but my body is torn apart by yours its lines are hanging from your gaps like cut wires and it's not trembling it doesn't bear marks it's spread infinite without finding you and there's nothing anymore that proves I am a body. 3) Blond Solar Generator I could try explaining to you how we got here. I could try telling you about fate or luck about the unbelievable way bodies move inside a universe of explosions and colors and the incomprehensible synergy of moments that somehow became our moments. I could try explaining to you the purgatory solar light I saw in your eyes when you looked at me and the rare kindness of your soul in yellow ultraviolet. How did we get here? I will try to explain to you how you were a bittersweet fruit and I had the need of you in my mouth crowned clarity and persistence that come with years of failure. How did we get here? Shameful needed attraction real and urgent non-negotiable filled with the energy of numerous lunar cycles of loneliness and unnecessary exaggerations coincidental touches, crossroad of gazes and understanding because we exchanged a cigarette of good will and mercy kissing smoke into each other's mouths until dawn drunk with words and the unsaid of the scheme. How did we get here? I could try explaining to you and you may believe I had control; at first I believed so, too. 4) Delayed Coating Come here. Or I kneel, it doesn't matter. I want to lick the sarcasm off your fingers. Later, you tell me the joke of the flesh. 5) Cut/Me (rough translation because the actual title is a wordplay combining Greek and English) Neck and flesh stretched out with teeth I embroider my hunger for him I rip his form to pieces I engrave his skin at his place of worship I cut and disrespect eros' holy bread I injure asking like a cesarean to find me. (The poetry collection is called "They're wearing last year's clothes like brand new" - once again a rough translation - and it's written by Spyros Goulas.)

[yuwumeniji]

ONE DATE WITH LUXIEM

If we went on a date, where would we go?

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: this is the most delusional i'll ever be and then i'll crawl into a hole and disintegrate into dust ♡

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GENERAL ; setting the stage

Established relationship with the luxiem members (albiet the beginning of one)

first dates !!! fluff !!!

i only know what romance is via otome game, i've never been on a date myself lmao

who proofread lmao (def not me)

MORE UNDER THE CUT!

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IKE EVELAND

Classic bookstore/coffee date

what can i say? he's a classy guy

he stayed up all night planning what to do for a date and even called vox of all people for what to do on a first date

"NO! I'm not inviting them to my house on the first date - that's too... ris- hey, I know you're laughing at me!"

he figured that the date wouldn't be enjoyable if he couldn't take you someplace that he also enjoyed, so he settled with an article of top 10 dating spots in your city; thankfully, it included a cafe bookstore that ike is a regular at.

he takes you to his favourite rustic/vintage styled cafe and even gives you his Top 10 List Of Coffees He Would Die For

bonus if the cafe was also a book-lover's heaven ; those bookstore/cafes are so neat (i don't know the actual name for those lmao)

the date ends nicely - a pleasant time together just chatting and drinking coffee together, giving each other book recommendations (ike says it's good insight for a novel that he'd like to dedicate to you at one point) and so on. you both decided to go on another date to find more cafes like this together.

LUCA KANESHIRO

A thrilling amusement park/arcade date !!!

It's like having to walk a dog with a leash except the dog is luca running around the park grounds and pointing excitedly at different roller coasters

"C'mon Y/N! It'll be fine ! Look, I'll even hold your hand at the big drop, can we pleeease go on that one?"

Backtracking into the night prior, luca is the type to call everyone he knows so that way he could hype himself up for tomorrow

and to ask for fashion advice - it's surprising to hear something like this from luca, the man of fashion himself

also he just wanted to share with everyone that he finally scored a date with someone he likes

luca takes you to many different rides - thriller rides, fun rides, rides he's never been on, you name it!

luckily for you, the amusement park also had a small arcade too - luca took it upon himself to win you every prize imaginable even if some of the things he did made him look silly

the date ends off at a romantic ferris wheel ride because vox told him it'll be romantic AND he's seen it in anime before (of course anime would be correct, they are very accurate with the love-story telling for sure!)

the date is a success! luca scored another date - perhaps next time, things will be a little more calmer.

MYSTA RIAS

the ever so classic movie date - but he's the one who suggests to watch a horror movie (even though you do know he's a little cowardly at times, you follow along with his plan)

it was either vox or luca who actually suggested the horror movie - much to mysta's dismay, but !! he's willing to do so for you !!

"a horror movie? are you sure?"

mysta would like to think he's THE shit, the smoothest person on earth who is about to woo YOU

date plan (brought to you by mysta): suggest horror film for your first date with him, watches you get scared and comforts you while putting on a brave face so that way he would look cool and epic in your eyes, fall in love (SUCCESS)

he could've suggested a rom-com, but he wanted to seem so alpha sigma male and not some beta male (cue the eye roll) in your eyes that he completely forgets to pick a movie that was enjoyable for the both of you

he also fails to realize his own fears and instead cowers behind you while watching the scary movie together (bonus points if he is legitimately hiding his face in the crook of your neck or something so he doesn't watch the film lmao)

after leaving the theater, he starts becoming sulky and pouty about looking cowardly in front of you that it literally takes your entire being and a half to practice self control - whatever you do, don't tease him !!! he's trying his best !!! even though he's so cute and all ;;;

you can believe that he instantly started jumping for joy when you suggested to watch a movie together again

SUCCESS! i hope

SHU YAMINO

a trip to the aquarium is to die for when going on a date with shu

shu instantly thought of bringing you to an aquarium after winning tickets for 2 at a local supermarket for one of their events

the night before the date, shu spent time watching different aquatic documentaries so he could impress you with his knowledge of the fish in the aquariums (yes he watched wild kratz yes it was to impress you)

nerdge shu (REAL) - while you both are touring around the aquarium, he starts to tell you random facts about the fish you see

"oh yeah? that's a clownfish.... best well known for their role in finding nemo..."

lots of photos !!! the cutest couple aquarium photos to ever exist !!!

the walks under the tunnel area felt a bit too romantic - walking hand in hand with shu, watching him ramble off about the sharks that swam peacefully and the lighting.

dear god the lighting

surprisingly enough, the blue and green hues of the aquatic tanks made shu's whole appearance feel otherworldly ; if you can disregard the flames that follow him around ever-so often. it was mesmerizing (he knows you were staring and he's a little glad that the aquarium lights were able to hide his flustered face)

the date ends off well ; shu had a blast and you gained the important knowledge that he truly is a nerd even though he denies it - well, at least he is your nerd.

best believe from now on, every anniversary or important event will be celebrated at the local aquarium.

VOX AKUMA

an art museum and dinner date, how fancy

another very classy man who had to call everyone he knows because ' holy shit this is THE Y/N he's taking on a date with and his heart is about to combust '

yes we're back with the wiki-how articles on how to impress your date on the first ever date; shu was the one who sent him a link and he thought maaybe it's good for a little light reading

"Shu... you're a genius! they would love this!"

"Vox, it's just a wiki-how article, you don't have to take it to hea-"

"SHUBERT I OWE YOU ONE."

he eventually settles on a nearby art museum as they were having an event for an artist you once mentioned - perfect!

that definitely displays that he was listening to your conversations with him and he remembers - how sentimental!

as for dinner, he decided to show off his culinary prowess and impress you with a restaurant quality dinner created by yours truly!

he's about to become the man of sex the man who is going to sweep you off your feet!

well at least that's what he hoped.

the art museum was boring - the two of you only toured around the small exhibit and left quickly THEN went to a fast food chain of all places before you could try vox's cuisine.

it made him pouty on the way home that the date didn't go according to plan, but you noticed how much effort he made in order to make it fun for you, and to be honest - knowing this was a lot better than the actual date itself.

so the date ends off surprisingly well - a little kiss on the cheek for goodbye and another scheduled date where the two of you get to laze around all day is set; vox couldn't be anymore happier than that.

[shararan]

I come to bring baby's first Bingliushen or rather, Bingqiu pre-Liu addition

[sushisocks]

so sorry for this weird ask, i have no idea what else i can try to find this out but you seem like a sean expert. im trying to figure out the year he left ireland, and for that i need his age in 1899.

so, how old do you think sean is?

GOD, this is such a good question, not a weird ask at all, and one I could go on FOREVER about. The question as to Sean's age is one which HAUNTS me, given the ambiguity of it. However we DO have some hints to go off.

First off, we can assume Sean is younger than Arthur, going off his line about Sean being like 'an annoying younger brother' to him. We also can assume he's younger than John, as John refers to him as 'kid' in the game. Javier, who seems to be around John's age as well, also refers to Sean as his 'little friend', most likely referencing the other's age. In that same vein, we can assume Sean is older than Lenny, who he calls kid - and who is the ONLY one Sean calls kid, besides Jack of course.

That all leaves us in an age range of the early to mid 20s - 20-25 is where I usually have him. I also usually veer towards the lower end of that spectrum tbh, and that is in large part because of how he is characterized and clearly supposed to be read. There's not only just a need to prove oneself, but also a youthful exuberance & arrogance to Sean we only really see mirrored in Lenny, though it shows differently between the two it is all CLEARLY there for both of them. And the way Sean treats Lenny as a peer, while still calling him 'kid' at almost every opportunity, very much reads as 'heheh, I am (barely) older than you and finally get to call someone kid instead of being called it' you know?

There's also the matter of his friendship with Mary-Beth, who is presumably about 21-22 like Arthur asked her. The fact that Sean asks her to go with him robbing that one stagecoach is in my opinion a hint of him seeing her as peer as well.

So, like, narratively, characteristically, he SHOULD for all intents and purposes probably be around 21-23. That's what makes sense to me, at least.

WHAT THEN GETS ME is, as you say, when did he leave Ireland?? Because, okay, let's talk about daddy dearest Darragh for a second!!

Note of his death is published in 1889! A full decade before the events of the game!! Which is SUPER surprising considering how Sean talks about him, but also makes it clearer why it's easier for him to speak about him so lightly - that loss has been well-mourned by now, though it makes the fact that Sean speaks so much of him even more tragic imho. They were CLOSE, Darragh was probably Sean's BEST friend growing up, and losing him at that age would've SUCKED so so much!! 10-13 is a very rough age bracket to lose your only guardian and to deal with the amount of upheaval Sean does in the time after.

The timeline given us by the newspaper scrap we can find at Clemens Point is somewhat incongruent with what I found when it came to the history of Fenian activity in Ireland in the 1800s. While there was a Fenian Rising, it was very much in 1867, and I could not find Galway having any significant role to play during it, compared to Dublin, for example. This means we can assume this Fenian Uprising spoken of in the scrap to be a fabrication on R*'s behalf. The Fenian Raids into Canada were VERY much a thing, and in 1866 there even was one in Ridgeway, right by Niagara Falls, as mentioned in the news scrap - though I found a higher death count for the incident on Wikipedia lol

So that gives us a little bit of a timeline! Darragh sets Galway on fire in 1860, fucks off to the US to join a Fenian Raid into Canada, presumably intended to be R*'s version of the Battle of Ridgeway, before eventually RETURNING to Ireland and getting involved in politics as an Irish Republican. What a complicated ass backstory for a character who doesn't even show up in the game beyond his name lmfao

ANYWAY furthermore, the newspaper scrap says the law has been hunting him for years. I mean, that makes sense, given how much back and forth he does over the decades. Let's for arguments' sake say Darragh stayed in the US for a little while before returning to Ireland and getting involved in the political landscape, and that Sean was born ca 1878. Maybe Darragh starts seeing the need to hide some years later; as his past starts closing in on him. They hide out for a while in different locations around Ireland, before the law finds them in Clifden, and THAT'S presumably what makes Darragh flee to the US. We don't know how long the manhunt lasted, but since they'd not gotten past Boston, and specifically quoting Sean's 'we never got that new start' line when talking about his past, I think it's fair to say that they weren't in the US for very long before Darragh died. THOUGH I'd argue they were there long enough for Darragh to lower his shoulders and sleep soundly enough to not hear someone sneak into his bedroom. Also, long enough for him to have found a residence for him and Sean to stay in. So, I'd say they might've had a year or so in the US together?

Now, taking into account the time frame it might've taken for news to get back to the UK, and for it to then be printed, I think it's not unreasonable to believe Darragh died in late 1888, or early 1889. Which means he and Sean probably arrived in the US in the latter half of 1887, while Sean was 9-10.

Anyway, if you're wondering if this changes my thoughts in regard of how long I think Sean was in reform school, I think yeah maybe!! But I still don't think he was there more than 2-3 years max lol. Idk why I thought Sean was older when Darragh died, but the math & research I've now done contradicts that assumption for sure!!

Thank you for the ask!! I definitely went OFF, and if you find my timeline doesn't work for you, that's completely fine!! I had a lot of fun looking into this anywho, and if any one part of it helps you out, that's more than good enough for me!!!!

[mysisypheannightmare]

you write good. explain yourself.

That could simply be the power of angst itself. Someone has to write about how sad Logan is, so I'm glad I've been able to do just that.

[utilitycaster]

still not caught up entirely on bcbp but iconic of Astra to be like "here's what you need to know about me: 1. I am gay. 2. I have locked my frenemy out of the time loop for being way too nosy about my many, many lies."

[hydrachea]

Oberon and Guda for the ship ask? (Serious question).

ship opinion bingo (and if it wasn't this one well it would be such a shame if I had to answer another ask on the topic, oh no!)

I love obeguda! It's a bit of a complicated one, what with Oberon's little "everything I say is a lie" problem, but I enjoy it still. The very fact that he's summonable is proof that they have a bond whether he likes it or not. Now what kind of bond that is is very much up for debate, but I like ships where different takes can exist.

And come on, allies to enemies to allies again but masks off this time? That's such a good flavor I can't not devour it and lick the plate clean while I'm at it.

[waterfallofspace]

#84 for M/orizawa. Either Mori or Fukuzawa can be sneezing; just wreck someone please 😊

Thank you for another request!! I will try to fulfill the urge for wrecking~~ I chose M/ori to be the one sneezing because I find the idea of F/ukuzawa tormenting him ADORABLE, for such a ‘proper’ man to be reduced to practically a schoolgirl level taunting. Though I apologize in advance for their voices possibly being slightly out of character. It’s my first time attempting them, and their dynamics are still a touch new to me, so hopefully it’s still enjoyable for you! (M/ori is a touch easier for me, but I enjoyed the challenge either way, just hope the results are to your liking~ :D) 2.3k words (a touch long, sorry!) prompt 84, story under cut! 84. “You know that I’m allergic to that, right?” (Slight violence implication/threat, though no violence actually occurs, just in case anyone doesn’t like that! Also definite spoilers for parts of B/SD season 3, so proceed with caution!) 

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As Fukuzawa sits in the decaying chair, he allows his mind to wander back to the last time he was in this room with him. A ‘rescue’ mission where no one needed rescuing, and a plan set in motion that had been fated from the start. The door creaks, and he finds his hand gripping his sword before he can even process the movement. 

“Easy there, Silver Wolf.”

“You and I both know I stopped going by that title long ago, Mori. As have you yours. No longer underground doctor, instead, leader of the Port Mafia. Didn’t bring backup?”

“You flatter me Fukuzawa, and yet its chased away as quick as it came by an insult. Of course I didn’t bring anyone, not when I was so specifically requested not to by the great head of the Armed Detective Agency. Climbed the rankings well in the public eye, though I guess it’s just as Master Natsume planned all along.”

 “Certainly appears to be the case.”

Both men stand facing each other, tension rippling through their bodies as Mori attempts to feign nonchalance. Fukuzawa makes no such attempts, letting his discontempt seep through each movement, perhaps as a way to disguise something else entirely. His hand twitches towards his sword as Mori makes a sound, quickly halting the movement as the wet sniffle seems to echo through the abandoned hall.

“Excuse me- ah’iNGxt-! hH’HnGkt-!”

“I see you still have your taste for control.”

“My my, quite brash today, aren’t we? Seems that hasn’t changed either, though the humour in your tone is one I can’t say is familiar to me. eH’knGT-! Apologies, something seems to be… irritating me.”

Fukuzawa lets out a faint huff, a thinly veiled attempt to cover the smile that nearly broke its way onto his stern face. Thankfully for him, Mori is too preoccupied scrubbing at his nose to notice.

“ah’hHknGT-! eh’NXT’chh-!”

“Something the matter, Mori?”

“Nothing of importance. So, you called this little rendezvous, and in this place no less, was there a reason behind it?”

A pause settles uncomfortably in the room as Fukuzawa takes a second to calm his tone before it gives away his motives too quickly. ‘Ease into it, as if it were a mission. He’s the leader of the Port Mafia now after all, no longer just your rival, but the enemy of your organization.’

“I wanted the privacy to talk freely. This place came to mind, so I checked it out. What with all the dust floating around, I deemed it unused for months, and thus safe for our purposes.” 

“heH’enKNXgt-! I see. This says ‘unused’ to you, Fukuzawa? You must be slipping in your old age, this place has quite noticeably been cleaned recently.” 

“Yes, but only by me. To make sure it wasn’t too distracting. This place was dusty when it was used, I deemed it necessary to provide a light cleaning to ensure the meeting went as planned. Even I would have been… irritated… with the amount from before.” 

He doesn’t miss the way Mori practically flinches at the word ‘cleaning’. A smile starts to burn against his mouth as Fukuzawa bites his tongue lightly to keep it in check. He was always a man of a cold expression, but the sentiment never did extend itself below the surface. 

“Cleaning you say… eh’KnGt’chh-! What exactly did you use for said cleaning..?”

“Just a product I picked up at a local store. Not a high quality item, but it served its purpose.”

‘At least, it seems to be. Your nose is growing quite flushed already, Mori. Seems the reaction is even more intense then I had remembered.’ A light fluttering starts in his chest, quickly repressed as Fukuzawa attempts to ignore the way his breath catches right along with Mori’s.

“hiH’dnGT’chh-!”

“I understand if you wish to be sure of its satisfaction. I will give a demonstration of its effectiveness.”

“W- wait-”

The warning is pointedly ignored, Fukuzawa reaching onto a nearby desk and holding up the bottle. He reaches towards a shelf to his left, letting the sprayer release the soft mist into the air, maybe missing the shelf by just a touch.

A morbid sort of satisfaction settles in his gut, lips twitching into a smirk at the way Mori physically recoils from the spray, though he quickly replaces it with stone once more. Across the hall, a gloved hand rushes to Mori’s nose, a faint growl escaping his throat. ‘I don’t believe that was even intentional.’

“knGT’shh-! eh’dNXgt-! You know I’m allergic to that, right? hEH’knGT’shh-! hAH’INGT’schh-! ” 

“It had completely slipped my mind. I don’t normally store such personal details about the Port Mafia, unless it seems relevant.”

Mori twitches slightly, gloved hand still pressed firmly against his nose, seemingly doing nothing to quell the burning quickly spreading throughout his sinuses. Fukuzawa can’t help the smile starting to shine in his eyes, letting them narrow as if in deep concentration in an effort to conceal it. 

“Had it now? C- hEH’nnXGT-! eh’KNgxtt’shh-! Convenient, isn’t it. You just happen to pick the exact brand that- that… haH’INGTT’shh-!”

“I grabbed the first one I saw. Is someone of your standing going to be unable to continue the meeting because of it?” 

The only response Fukuzawa receives is in the form of a watery look. Mori seems to be attempting to study him further, however his nose has other plans, a gasp prying its way out of his mouth as he ducks back into his hands. Fukuzawa clenches his teeth in response, another futile attempt to prevent the smile from seeping out across his cheeks. 

“ihh’gNXT’chh-! eh’kNGt-! heHhh-! hH’KnxGt’shh-! heH’INGGT’shhoo-!”

Mori’s pale face seems to illuminate the dark room as a blush spreads out from his cheeks, barely noticeable if it weren’t for the pink hue adorning his nose being a matching tint. A hint of a laugh works its way out of Fukuzawa before he can suppress it, Mori turning to him with a ghost of a smile painted across his own face. Before long his eyes gloss over once more, gloved hand fanning his face as his eyelashes flutter.

“Ap- apologies… I fear I may… I think- think I need… I’mgonna-! haHhhH-!”

“You fear you may…?”

“hAH’aEShh’oo-! heH’KNNGshhh’oo-! hH’keschh’uu-! huhh… hiHHhh-! hAH’RSHHH’oo-! kESCHhh’oo-! ah’yyiishhh’oo-! hAH’IESSH’uu-!”

“What a display.”

“hH’mmFSHH’oo-! heTCHuh’shoo-!”

“Truly an unsettling lack of control, Mori.”

“AHh’knggshhh’uu-! aeeiishhh’oo-! kesschhh’oo-!” 

“I expected more. I mean, the leader of the Port Mafia-”

“hAH’EIISHH’uhh-! Guhh… heHHh-! hehh’IESHH’shoo-!”

“-reduced to such a watery mess so easily. Do your-”

“knNgT’choo-! eH’DNgxt’choo-! haAhH-! hH’keSCHH’oo-! hh’YYIESHH’oo-!”

“-enemies know of this overwhelming weakness?” 

Fukuzawa waits for a retort, eye roll, glare, or even a scalpel aimed for his throat. Nothing comes, Mori remains as before, eyes snapped shut, hands glued to his face, whole body convulsing as he dips again and again. ‘He’s practically trembling with the need to sneeze… perhaps I underestimated his sensitivity to such an allerg-’ Fukuzawa’s thoughts are quickly cut off as Mori drops to his knees, aiming only for the floor, his hands moving to brace himself as the fit continues to wrack his frail form. 

“Yo- hEH’INNGT’choo-! You knew- hH’AIESHH’oo-! That this wou- eh’RSHHH’uu-! This- hah’yyESHH’oo-! kESCHH’oo-! This woul- ah’DNGXT’choo-!”

“Are you alright?”

“Do I- heHZSHH’oo-! knGTSHHH’oo-! hAH’INNGGT’choo-! Do I see- hH’KNXG’SHH’oo-! heHHhh-! hAIYYSHH’oo-! Seem alright? hHAISHH’oo!”

Stone faced as he may be, Fukuzawa is not without conscience, and watching Mori’s desperate attempts at finishing a sentence, ‘Let alone drawing a full breath with the rate these are coming at…’ is enough to let a steady flow of guilt start dripping into his heart.

Reaching into his pocket he retrieves his handkerchief, kneeling beside the frantically sneezy man and holding it out. Mori seems to hesitate, glancing at his gloves, and peeling them off before accepting the offering.

A spark jumps from the contact, unwelcome emotion flooding his brain as Mori’s fingers graze his hand. Skin touches skin, sending chills up his arm and down his spine. Fukuzawa nearly resists the urge to pull the hitching man into his arms, ‘What kind of thought is that- He’s your enemy, pull yourself together. You only feel bad that it was this severe, that’s all.’ 

“heh’kNGshhh’oo-! aH’EIISHH’oo-!”

“Can you stand?” 

“I ca- hH’KNGSHH’uu-! I can try.”

Fukuzawa watches the attempt for a minute, concern starting to form on the outskirts of his mind as Mori trembles from the effort. Finally he can’t take watching anymore, and drapes the man's arm across his shoulders, dragging him to his feet.

“dTSHhh’oo-! hH’YIZZSHH’uu-! hH’NNGXT’choo-! knNGT’choo-! heh’inGT’choo-!”

The sneezes have Mori wavering again, even with Fukuzawa supporting his weight, so he comes up with another plan. ‘Forgive me for this, and please, if you can, forget it as soon as it’s come to an end.’ With that, he lets his arms wrap around Mori’s shaking frame, scooping him up in an uncomfortable hold.

Mori lets out a sharp gasp, scalpel being pulled from his jacket in the blink of an eye, but the blade never touches Fukuzawa. Instead, the two remain frozen, scalpel mere inches from his throat, Mori’s face pasted with an awful smirk.

“You in- huhHH-! intending to meet your end today, Fukuzawa? This is c- hEhHhh-! certainly an interesting way to go about it.” 

Before Fukuzawa has to offer a response, Mori’s eyes flutter once more, nose twitching as he attempts to duck into his own shoulder, instead only succeeding in pressing his nose against Fukuzawa’s chest before the sneezing begins.

“hH’MMFYYSHH’oo-! mMMIZSSHh’oo-! heH’EMMPFF’shoo-!”

Taking advantage of Mori’s lack of concentration, Fukuzawa removes them from the allergen soaked room, quickly relieving himself of the man in his arms as soon as they reach fresh air. Mori huffs lightly at being dropped, but manages to catch himself easily into a soft kneel. He stands on his own, though Fukuzawa takes a step nearer as he notices Mori still slightly trembling at the exertion.  

“Well that was raahhh-! hAH’GSHHH’oo-! Rather unpleasant.”

“I wasn’t aware you’d be allergic.” 

“I was ac- ehHAAISHHH’oo-! Actually referring to being so informally lifted.”

“Ah. Unpleasant indeed, just as much so as necessary. You seemed unable to stop.”

“Not like you t- to… hehH’RRUSHhh’oo-! To forget such an important detail, Fukuzawa.” 

There’s a mischief in Mori’s eyes that Fukuzawa recognizes instantly, sending shivers down his spine full of unease and… something else he’d rather not dwell on. 

“Not like you to stay in a room where you’ll be reduced to such a vulnerable state, Mori.”

“I suppose you’ve got me there, haven’t you?”

Mori offers a smirk, but there’s a light in his eyes that Fukuzawa finds himself unexplainably drawn to. ‘I haven’t felt this in so long… I haven’t seen that light in so long eithe-’ Once more his thoughts are interrupted, this time by a feeling he’d nearly forgotten the sensation of. His eyes trace down to Mori’s head, resting softly against his shoulder as he holds the handkerchief to his nose, sniffling headily into it.

At first Fukuzawa’s hand tenses back onto his sword, almost every fibre of his being telling him to strike fast. Almost. Instead, almost without thought, he finds his own head resting against Mori’s.

Something bone chilling ripples through him, a deep unsettling feeling he seems to get every time they’re in the same room. Almost as if Mori’s darkness is calling to his own, dragging a part of him he’d rather bury to the surface. But something else joins it, a soft light shining through his eyes, as if Mori’s darkness was finally giving it the space it needed to reveal itself.

For a second, just a second, Fukuzawa lets himself consider staying like this. He doesn’t miss the way Mori’s heartbeat seems to have sped, or the sensation of his own joining the race.

‘And still, despite whatever this may be, I must remember my place. He is nothing more than my enemy, and the enemy of those I care most for.’ With that, he pulls away, Mori quickly readjusting to press the handkerchief against his nose once more, cheshire smile painted over his face once more.

“I suppose thanks are in order for the consultation.”

“I don’t believe we ever actually got to that part, did we Fukuzawa? We could always discuss it now… hH’INGSHHH’oo-! Excuse me.” 

“No need, I’m sure we’ll be more than capable of handling it ourselves. So I guess instead of thanks I should offer apologies for the reaction. ”

“I’m still a doctor, I can handle said reaction. As for the offered thanks, none is required. A simple request is all I ask in return for all the trouble.”

“And what would that be?”

Fukuzawa allows his stern expression to resume its rightful place. Mori’s smirk does the same as he glances at Fukuzawa, raising the handkerchief once more to catch another harsh- 

“heH’ITZZSHH’oo-! AH’RUSHHH’oo-!”

-Before responding, voice once again calm and collected, a hint of something hidden below the words, just as it had always been with him.

“That we meet again at a later date so I may return this. Washed, of course.” 

The stern expression softens one last time, the flicker of a smile lighting up the dark evening as Mori matches it with a gentle look of his own. One Fukuzawa is well aware was used for show, to set his enemy off-kilter, and yet… ‘And yet, I still feel as though it might have a hint of something real.’ The only response he offers is a slight bow, his face cold once more, turning and walking away from the old clinic, and the old memories. 

He allows his mind to drift, just a little, as he hears another set of sneezes echo out from behind him, along with a nearly silent sentiment.

“iHH’KnGxt’choo-! kesschh’oo-! Ahh’yesshh’oo-! See you then, Fukuzawa.” 

‘I’ll be counting on it, Mori.’ 

[melody-hxh-spamblog]

Sometimes I remember Melody was willing to give up her hearing ability to restore her body* and... not gonna lie, I hope she ends up changing her mind about that

(*this line sounds like it could also just mean "I wish none of this ever happened" vs. "I'd actually trade this ability to get my old body back," but the 2011 anime('s translation) explicitly mentions restoring her body no matter what it takes, so I'm inclined to think it's more literal)

Part of me does want her to get her old appearance back, if only because a) I'm curious to see it and b) those teeth must be a pain in the butt lol, especially for a musician - seems like she's managing with the flute somehow though

But also, considering we already have Bisky, who put a lot of effort into looking more conventionally attractive and cute to the point of suppressing some of her strength, I think it'd be nice to have Melody instead become comfortable with her new appearance to the point where she would choose to keep it along with the cool new power

(veering into wild speculation territory here, but the combination of hamsterifying her appearance while granting her an ability that lets her "see under the surface" and read people's emotions is an interesting one. Makes me wonder if she could have been a bit more shallow about looks before, and the sonata was kind of a Learning Moment? Though on the other hand, the leap from "having super good hearing" to "learning how to infer people's emotional states from their heartbeats" doesn't feel like something that necessarily Just Happens - seems like a very personal take on the ability, so maybe she was already quite an empathetic person beforehand)

(a little more half-coherent rambling about Melody, Bisky, & appearances under the cut because this post got long)

I do kind of wonder if Bisky's arc could also be headed in the direction of getting more comfortable with her buff looks (hi Vergei)... Originally I was going to say something like, Bisky's desire to look a certain way feels like an internally-motivated personal choice (which is fine - if she does it just because it makes her happy, then there's no real need to change), while Melody's feels motivated by external factors (so imo it'd be nice to see her overcome that and be more comfortable with herself).

But I'm actually not sure if that's true? We know Bisky hates her muscular body and Melody wants her old body back, but I don't think it's really clear for either of them whether that comes from insecurity, or simply from preferring a particular look (in Melody's case, the way she used to be before something horrible happened to her, which is totally understandable).

But while Bisky seems very confident and self-assured (with good reason), and I don't suuuper get the vibe that her decades-in-the-making choice of appearance is going to be undone by one very fervent simp lol, we did also see how she totally latched on to Kurapika's flattery, so. maybe needing external validation is more of a factor than it seems for her?

(and maybe that's a bit of a moot point anyway - I think external pressures can get pretty closely bound up together with one's own personal desire to look a certain way, something something We Live In A Society)

So maybe Bisky's actually the one who should embrace her true form, while Melody restores her body as a way of healing from the terrible thing that happened to her? Ooor maybe we get buff Bisky and keep hamster Melody and everyone is winning \o/

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Hiya! Hello, since this blog is getting a lil bit more attention than usual, I just wanna give a simple lil reminder, that I am by no means a professional when it comes to art, or writing, and all my lil FNaF AU's are very much so, and will always very much so be just a hobby, stuff I'm doing in my free time to make myself happy. :3 While I do hope that my work is enjoyable, In the long run the objective here, for me, is just to have a little fun, so things aren't going to be perfect. I share my work not because I have to, but because it can be fun to do so, and as I've seen said before, if it stops being fun, then I don't have to share anymore. All this to say, thanks to near everyone I've encountered so far that has offered me their patience and not been outwardly hostile or anything to me, I really hope it stays that way! I'm just a simple, anxious af hobby artist, who really enjoys FNaF haha.

[yujeong]

For a writing prompt, how about Pete and his grandmother, post-canon? It could be Vegas/Pete + Macau + Pete's grandmother as well or any combination you want ^_^

I wonder how his grandmother would react to seeing a Pete she both knows and one who has been changed. How would Pete walk the line between the truth she deserves to know and the pain he wants to preserve her from? There are so many unique tensions between them that I'd love to see you explore <3

My beautiful friend, how kind of you to send me this prompt ❤️ Pete and his relationship with his grandma has occupied my thoughts many, many times, so this is an incredible chance to explore them. You already know this, but for the rest who will read it, the following will be part of a bigger fic I intend to write someday, which I had presented briefly here: aka, Pete will be teaching Vegas boxing post-canon, despite both of their better judgements. Here, Pete's grandmother finds out about it 😌 It's a very rough draft and very incomplete, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 🥰 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Pete, dear, you're adding too many peppers." The pan made a sizzling sound when he added the fifth pepper into the mix, ignoring his grandma's comment. "Don't worry, grandma. It's fine. It's not too spicy," he said, adding another one just because. He heard a deep sigh coming from the laptop placed on the counter next to him. A smile appeared on his lips. "For you and me it isn't, but you know how the city boys are." "I know," Pete agreed, "I'm preparing this for them. Macau will be fine, he's taken this as a challenge." "That young man and his bravado," his grandma sighed again. "Sometimes, I worry he'll get himself into real trouble one day." "You and me both, grandma," Pete said and shook his head at the memories that resurfaced. It couldn't really be described as sadness, this feeling that overtook him. More like fondness mixed with melancholy. Macau had been through a lot this past year and Vegas' recklessness lately was making it worse. Not that Pete could exactly blame him for it.

"Pete, the temperature is too high, lower the heat a bit," his grandma suddenly said, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was fascinating how she could understand these things without being able to see the meal being prepared. Pete had placed the laptop at an angle that only showed his torso and the kitchen table behind him, his face hidden completely from view. If he did that on purpose, it simply couldn't be proven in any way. He slowly turned the dial to lower the temperature as he was told, then stretched his arm to grab a wooden spoon with which he started scraping the bottom of the pan, making sure the mix wouldn't get burned. "Hm, I think it's almost done, it only-" "Pete." He stopped talking. He knew that tone. He had made a mistake. "Show me your hands." Fuck. She saw the marks. "I'm cooking grandma, what-" "Stop what you're doing and show me your hands right now." He tried not showing his discomfort as he lowered the heat even more and presented his open palms to the screen. He could see his grandma's wrinkled face, her frown deep and concerning. This was going to be hell. Pete tried avoiding showing his knuckles, but it was impossible; she insisted on seeing every single part of Pete's hands. He always hated when she did that. "Have you started boxing again?" Pete was so thankful she couldn't see the expression on his face. He wasn't sure he would be able to hide the dread he was feeling as he heard the question. "It's just some light exercise, grandma," he said and hoped his voice wasn't betraying him. "Vegas just wanted to be more active and-" "Vegas made you start boxing again?" Another mistake. Pete shouldn't have mentioned Vegas at all, he was such an idiot. He hoped Vegas would understand, when he found out. "Vegas didn't make me do anything." It wasn't a lie. It had been Pete's choice. He had made a lot of those recently. "Pete," his grandma said again, but this time, instead of angry, she sounded sad. Concerned. "If you need money, maybe you could talk to Mr. Tankhun. He could give you your old job back or find you a new one." "I won't fight," Pete yelled, feeling his blood boil at the mention of his old boss. He checked himself before continuing to speak, making sure he sounded unbothered. "Grandma, I won't do any matches. I'm simply teaching Vegas some basic moves and that's it." "Show me your face." A pause. "What?" "I need to see your face, Pete." His heart was thumping in his ears. He didn't want to be seen right now. He almost said so, before an energetic Macau entered the room and addressed him. "P'Pete, what are you making? Oh hi, grandma!" He ran over to the counter and lowered his body to see her clearly. Pete could tell she wasn't happy she lost the chance to see Pete's face, but she hid her displeasure immediately and smiled brightly at Macau, asking him how his day had been so far and if he had any plans for the rest of it. Pete internally sighed and returned to his cooking, his hand trembling as he was scraping the bottom of the pan with a little more force than necessary.