#its a bit vauge but oh well

[rain-day-today]

Gray and natsu as rivals and friends

2 men, who have known each other for half their lives and understand each other's pain in ways that not many people can, even in their guild, find solace and comfort knowing that despite their differences and annoyance they are still each other's pillars to lean on. They argue and call each other names but it's all lighthearted. They fight physically but to them it's just training y'know? Their entire livelihoods are based around fighting so engaging in it on a smaller, less dangerous scale is good for them and doesn’t really mean they want to actually hurt one another.

They are so similar in their pain and personality but so different in their ways of expressing themselves. Both can’t express themselves, but one pushes it down, letting it fester like an unnoticed but throbbing wound. The other lets it explode becoming, misunderstood but noticed. Even through that disconnect in what the other is feeling they still show up and provide the help that they can. This help doesn’t fix the issue but its a start in their healing. The twos differences let them rely on each other in an unspoken pact of understanding. Despite their words, they believe the world of each other and look up to the standards the other creates. Their rivalry is a rivalry made out of reverence and respect.

The two are friends despite their protests otherwise. Friends protect friends, friends see what pain and hurt the other is carrying. They have known each other for what Natsu remembers as pretty much his entire life, and in this time they created bonds that rely on unspoken understanding and advice. They want what's best for one another. And hate to see the other refuse to accept the good things they think they deserve. They argue as siblings do, over meaningless things and insults, but they make up quickly, and their quiet moments more than make up for the nicks and scratches of years before.

[joculatrixster]

everyone needs that one au they r batshit insane about but REFUSE to share lore for

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

the amount of times i Do This must be a joke at this point but here i am. doing it once more. izaya's highschool videogame SCREAMS "i just found out i have aspd and i am NOT taking it well." and i shall explain how

a preface: wrt "how did he know in high school, don't you have to be 18?" you do.... with the dsm guidelines. japan, iirc, uses a conbination of the dsm and icd to diagnose mental illnesses, and the age stipulation isn't in the icd. also, shinra could have told him, and lbr shinra wouldnt care about strictly adhering to the age thing

anyway i went thru and highlighted different parts of the videogame's text, so i can easier explain which part means what. i'll primarily be focusing on the chronic boredom associated with aspd- since izaya's game deals with patience, most musings in it will be related to that boredom. but the boredom, especially izaya's, IS important, as its the boredom that drives him to do what he does. to be what he is.

(shoutout to miyukiwinter for the scan)

so... the red bit. this relates to izaya's worldview of the need to keep evolving to escape the mundane, and it not mattering if you aim high or low. now at this point, izaya was solidly in some shady shit and clearly on the path of the low aim. but the thing is, about aspd... the boredom is all consuming. you'll do ANYTHING to not be bored. i've seen people say they developed substance abuse problems to escape the boredom, and i confess... i've done it too. it truly is THAT bad

i say all this because... izaya will never be able to stop going lower, and lower, and lower. he's fated to fall forever. maybe he wouldve been able to brush his behavior off as teenage craziness, but with a diagnosis like aspd it becomes increadingly obvious that there is no "oh, i'll mellow out once i reach my 20s." it's not going to happen, at least, not without great effort. and lets be real, nobody has any faith in aspd's recovery rates, less so in the early 2010s, so izaya upon diagnosis would see NO FUTURE for himself. no escape from the cycle. he's trapped.

the blue bits are a bit more vauge, but the undertainty turning to loss evokes the next stage after the initial shock of diagnosis: grief. and make no mistake, there IS a grieving process with mental health diagnoses. you go from being shocked and scared, to being depressed and numb.

but there's... another layer to this, with aspd. you see it with cluster b disorders in general, but aspd is HUGE in the pop culture zeitgeist

the layer is, the idea that People Like That don't feel emotions. that any emotional display is false and an explicit ploy to mainpulate someone

and when this inevitably ends up untrue, you might start to feel... odd... about feeling those emotions people say you can't feel. and one of the biggest emotions aspd gets that with, is fear and by extension, anxiety.

some aspd people genuinely do feel reduced fear! but it's far from being a diagnostic criteria, and aspd can actually be comorbid with anxiety disorders. but scientific facts and wider culture rarely match up, so the idea persists

so izaya might have started to think.... was he ever truly anxious? or worried? was he really more rotten than people thought; was he just mainpulating people the whole time? does he really not feel anxiety? was his nervousness over things like shinra leaving him or hell, this diagnosis, rendered null and void?

and then we reach the teal portion.... despair

(just a sidenote, tumblr has no teal color option so it'll just be blue)

in this sense, "the hole" refers to the endless downward spiral, and his diagnosis- but not just having it. no, "the hole" most likely refers to the moment izaya developed it in the first place.

who are you, if you thought you were in control your whole life, but you found out that the reason you do the things you do were because of foeces beyond your control? who are you now, having a label you know will cause everyone to see you as nothing but a stereotype?

why was he still alive, suffering like this? what point is it to be alive, controlled by something you can't fight, forced to make your life worse and worse and worse, until you die young?

so now what? who did this to him?

in the game, the hatred is towards "the player." and honestly this could have multiple different meanings when applied to izaya's own life

does he hate god? was he raised religious, his father being a christian, and was this what made him lose faith? what loving god would condemn someone to suffer like this?

does he hate his parents? after all, it was their genetics that passed this down, their upbringing that nurtured it, their neglect that made him the way he was. is it their fault?

or... does he hate himself, for being the way that he is? for having it in the first place, for not being able to overcome it, for having such a bad reaction to it?

for being too cowardly to kill himself?

which brings us to the final segment. awareness.

he says outright, the game is depicting the player's life. in the game itself, this ties into his mockery of players, but in a meta sense, it could be a hidden admission that it's depicting his life

especially the talk of meaningless games- fooling around with nakura creating small gangs, betting pools, and his eventual adult pastimes of messing with people. is his life enriched? no, it's merely occupied, and he knows it. he might have repressed it as an adult, but here, in high school, at this moment, he knows.

and if he can never truly alleviate his boredom, never truly be fufilled, then he can act like he's in control all he wants, but he's no better than a man falling in a hole.

[transfemzedaph]

context of this is that is like. joel and etho r dating and then etho started dating jimmy aswell. and joels having a crisis abt it all. [first part]

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"Joel."

"Lizzie."

She jumps up to sit on the kitchen counter next to where hes making a drink.

"Oh come on, you can at least talk to me, I'm not even part of all your boy drama."

"Lizze please just drop it."

"I won't, I'm not letting you sabotage yourself when you were finally happy." She crosses her arms and looks at him, "Besides you're all sad and lonely and it's boring and its my duty as your favourite best friend to help."

She claps her hands together as she jumps down off the counter.

"So. You sort it out." She smiles sweetly at him, "Or I lock all three of you in a room together."

"Liz-"

"See you tonight for movie night! My house this time, bring snacks!"

And then shes gone.

Well great, now Lizzie is involved as well. Aaand shes threatening him. Okay that is expected so hes not surprised by that but he does not wanna be locked in a room with them both so sort this out.

Etho first.

Maybe? What if Etho doesn't want to let Joel date other people. Yeah its unrealistic and hypocritical but Joels worries never want to listen to reason so. Jimmy first?

Nope. Nope no absolutely not. How the fuck is he supposed to go from repressing all of these feelings for Jimmy for fucking years to telling him that he- No, Joel can't even think the words. Maybe he should just tell Lizzie, she always is great at advice, especially about relationships.

Or, he can just stay right here drinking his drink and ignore all of this forever. Yeah. He'll go with that option.

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Or maybe not.

"Tell him."

"Lizzie I am not telling anyone I am in love with them. Least of all him."

She throws the popcorn at his head.

"Boring and annoying you are, just like this movie."

"You chose it."

"That doesn't matter! What matters is you saying it out loud. Do it."

Joel grumbles to himself for a bit before,

"Okay fine! I'm," Deep breath Joel, it's just Lizzie. "I'm in love with Jimmy."

Theres a clatter of well something hitting the floor and Joel opens his eyes, and looks up to see. Jimmy.

Shit.

"Jimmy! You made it!"

"You didn't say he was coming." Joel hisses at her.

She smiles back at him, "I know."

Jimmy is still just standing there, looking as beautiful as always, nope back on track, looking vaugely awkward. Because of him.

Joel pats the space on the sofa next to him.

"We should talk I think."

[sillylittlelemon]

HELLO!! ok sorry I’m not sure if ur still doing match ups so u can just ignore this if u want but could I get a saiki k and a hazbin hotel matchup <33

- I’m a certified yapper and I will ramble on about my interests for hours

- Im a big people pleaser and I try my best to make everyone around me feel comfortable and appreciated

- I tend to tolerate toxic behaviour just to avoid abandonment

- Im a romcom enthusiast and a bit of a film buff

- I like loads of music and singers but lately I’ve been loving my bloody valentine , salvia palth , alex g and Tyler the creator.

- My love languages are probably acts of service and physical touch.

- My humour is kinda all over the place and Im a sucker for dad jokes and well thought out dirty jokes

- I’m a hopeless romantic and I would probably fall head over heels for anyone who shows the slightest amount of interest in me

Okay- i wasnt sure about your sexuality (or gender) so ill do short headcannons for two characters i think youd fit with (seperatly not poly)

Sorry to my other requests im working as i go- right now tumblr is a passion project so ive gotta feel like- i dunno 'the spark' to actually get it done, but i promiseim trying

ALSO just a warning to anyone who reads/requests saiki k stuff, its been a bit sincei watched the show and also i donthave anywhere ican watch it currently so characters areprobably atleast a little ooc

This chick-

(I make a vauge reference to a little spice in her part but nothing explicit or bad)

And this guy-

YES. I know they have totally different vibes but hear me out.

He gives such 'im a big tough guy, but please love me in secret and call me your favorite boy'

she gives such 'im a brat but im your brat and actually i just want love and attention because i look like i would have major mommy issues'

And i dunno it just works

He would def be a cuddle bug once the walls are down and yall have bonded more and your in private(read: MUST be in private bc bb boy is defensive and dont f with pda), i feel like hes the type to hold you on his chest and rub your back (yall are laying on his/your couch or bed) and when he thinks your asleep he starts murmuring under his breath about how he's so glad you got past his walls- about how it means so much to him that you put up with his bs. This def lead to you pretending to be asleep more often so you can hear in words how he really feels, because lets be honest, words dont always equal feelings, and sometimes (i.e most times) he doesnt say it how he means it.

Now HER on the other hand-

All. Over. You.

Like..

Lowkey her?

Shes just so happy to HAVE you, right? Like- soulmates or not, youre hers. She adores you. Worships the ground you walk on, praises you breathless in more ways than one. Shes so confident- like... even if she isnt ACTUALLY, she portrays it so well, and she Hypes. You. Up. 24/7, 365. No matter if youre short, tall, heavy, skinny, freckled, dark, pale, or anywhere in between. She is making sure everyone knows youre her girl (or boy or whatever but based on your sentence structure im guessing female?) [NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSE I SWEAR I JUST IMAGINED YOU BEING FEMALE?] -oh god im gunna get cancelled-

N-E-Ways

Same here but itll be just generally better bc im more caught up with this fandom lol

He is this

But he wants to be this so bad

Sir precious for my darling precious

And

His love lmao

Sir Precious is 100% angel material (take that sera you bitch 🤟😝) He's just.... precious. Lmao. We've seen how flustered he gets with Cherry and imagine that but like- in an ACTUAL relationship with pda and shit. Like- stuttering, panicking, but also completely soothed by the hand currently resting in his? So many conflicting emotions, y'knowwww... he might need a kiss to get his head straight? Or maybe two? Hmmm, no that didnt work- lets try three, third times a charm right? *cue pentious sly+nervous smile* Would 100% bury his face in your tits/chest (under much encouragement and reassurance even more now that his minions spill the tea that hes been talking in his sleep about this very moment)

-can we talk about the smooth bass in the finale?-

-poor husk, man was singing and smiling like his soul was free-

Why do i feel like this is right up her alley?

Onto Miss Bomb,

She's a lot more brash in her affections. Not afraid to tug you down to her level and suck your soul out through your lips. Def had an emo phase when she was alive (if shes not still in it) She just.. loves you. Like her and angel you guys bicker, but i feel like while youre bickering she has her chin resting on your chest/tits, staring up at you with the slyest smirk and biggest heart eyes known to demon AND man kind.

[luetta]

Found your HDG×SIGNALIS Falke and other posts and had to ask how bioresonance would factor into the Affini's domestication efforts

Like there's the rare bioresonant humans, the kolibris, and falkes, plus maybe even a Red Eye if you decide it's canon in your fic. And uh, given what canon displays and tells us about it? it's a question I can't help but wonder about

Like Falke's would def use their bioresonance to resist, Kolibri's there's the question of if they're altogether or not (but iirc correctly their neutral patterns are allegedly unstable + altogether they might be easier to domesticate) humans are mixed bag cuz do they even know if they're bioresonant?

Oh yeah bioresonants connect to and read minds so that can play into how their domestication goes

Totally get if you dunno how to tackle this since lore's vauge af and you need to take your time. Hope your having a good day

aaa this is such a cool ask !! im well into starting to write the story, but im not yet at a point where there's been any domestication yet, so what ive decided is subject to change, but i have definitely been thinking lots about bioresonance and how itll be relevant. first things first is the canon. this is probably affected a bit by my own interpretation of the canon, but, im probably not going to touch the king in yellow/flesh below leng/red eye at all. for me, the whole story of signalis and all it's supernatural elements is essentially contained within a separate mindscape dimension and doesn't really effect the real eusan worlds. it'd also get a bit messy i feel, pitting cosmic horror against affini technological supremecy, cus like, who would win ? i literally dont know, and affini are meant to always win. so i think im just gonna let the flesh below leng chill. outta sight, outta mind. now, for bioresonance, i think it's fair to say there's similarities between it and biorhythms. given the fact that the eusans dont really even understand the mechanics and source of bioresonance, i feel content for the affini to come in and say "oh interesting, theyve managed to artifically (or naturally with rare bioresonant humans) amplify their biorhythms in their replikas" maybe ill add something about how theyve attuned it to idk, specific physical wavelengths, to induce something analogous to telekinesis. for kolibri's being easier to domesticate, you're right on the money for what ive been planning. theyre more perceptive to biorhythms and more receptive to xenodrugs. and virtue of their sharing of emotions and stuff with others, theyre definitely gonna be useful for, at the very least, calming other replikas and gestalts down while they get boarded and interrogated and domesticated EDIT: also with class-f drugs reducing intrusive thoughts/helping 'mind implant fuckery" work better, i think they could also be used to dampen/strength bioresonant effects too. if the affini wanted to i have a really fun plan for falkes, the first falkes to be domesticated are going to essentially be used against the eusan nation and empire, due to their supreme authority and bioresonance, having one telling everyone about the joys of the affini, to throw down their arms and surrender, is probably going to be a pretty huge boon in getting the governments to surrender. a falke unit is probably going to be the main character that ill follow through getting domesticated. i think itll be so fun having a falke be broken. one more thing ive been thinking about is about persona degredation. now, this seems pretty obvious to me in canon that persona degradation simply doesnt exist, and its just a name for any emerging individualism, which would mean a slight decrease in efficience, which means execution. but idk, ive seen a sort of vibe that ppl thing that not having access to fetish objects and strange things happening is gonna make replikes go crazy and corrupted and bluescreen, when thats simply not the case. that only happens in the game, which is definitely not reality. im going to follow this in the story, an affini showing up is going to scare the shit out of replikas, it's literally an alien. but they're not going to turn into brain broken zombies because of it, theyll just get freaked out and diverge from their blueprints. so yeah ^_^ thats some of my thoughts so far for the setting and canon and plans that ive managed to elucidate so far. thnx for asking !!

[inbarfink]

So my read of “Time Warp” and it’s place in, like, the greater picture of ‘Rocky Horror’, is that... it’s almost like a microcosm of the whole show in a way? You take a piece of 50′s-60′s kitsch (Horror\Sci-Fi B-Movies for all of Rocky Horror, silly dance crazes for the Time Warp) and you, well, warp it through a 70′s sexy countercultural lense. Time Warp’s vaugely sci-fi time-travel theme isn’t that out of place with actual 60′s dance crazes when you consider the Monster Mash and the Martian Hop exist, but the fact that it prominently features pelvic thrust as one of it’s main moves gives it a bit more of a sexual undertone.

The big common theme of the verses is to, like, exaggerate the tone in which these dance-craze-song talk about the dances to a comedic level. So instead of the song going “oh do this dance it’s so fun!” it’s “this dance is the only thing that is keeping me sane, it’s like a dream, it literally transformed me into a being that cannot sense time!”. 

And each spesific verse has one of Frank’s entourage do their silly praise of the Time Warp by comparing it to something thats:

A. Weird to Compare a Dance To B. Somehow on the theme of 70′s Counterculture C. Relevant to their character.

If we start with Riff-Raff’s verse:

This is... drug imagery. Specifically alcoholism (”Drinking those moments when\the blackness would hit me”). Now, Rocky Horror is surprisingly more coy in its references to Drugs compared to it’s trio partner, Sex and Rock’n’roll... but those that exist do tend to center around Riff-Raff: the “Flow Morphia slow” line in ‘Over the Frankenstein’s Place’, “He thought you were the candy man” was apparently in reference to an old euphemism for a drug dealer, you can catch him down an entire bottle of wine when the characters go to the lab...

Riff-Raff’s verse is about comparing the Time Warp to a drug. Cause those are both ways he tries to hold on to his sanity against the general misery and dismay of his life. 

Magenta’s verse is also interesting:

First, I will remind everyone that Riff’s the one who sing the “you’re under sedation” part of the verse. Again, comparing the Time Warp to a drug is kinda his Thing.

Meanwhile, Magenta’s thing is more... I guess you can like this verse to her habit of spying on people via the castle’s security cameras, but I think it’s more about fiction? And probably spesifically movies. I mean, when you watch a movie, you’re like a voyeur from another universe, watching everything while being totally unseen. It’s often compared to a dream or a freeing fantasy. (And since in the stage version, Magenta generally shares an actress with the Usherette that sings Science Fiction/Double Feature, you can say that there IS literally a version of Magenta in another dimension watching all of this unfold). Movies are known for playing with one’s sense of time... and that’s exactly why Magenta’s comparing it to dancing the Time Warp.

The connection to the 70′s\counterculture theme is a bit more loose compared to her brother Riff-Raff, but she is framing watching movies\doing the Time Warp as a very surrealist and kinda sexual (’with voyeuristic intention’) thing, which is pretty out-of-step with the kind of meanstream culture at the time . For her both dancing and movies are a way to mess with her sense of reality. 

Columbia’s verse is the most obvious in regards to her character:

Columbia compares the Time Warp to love, or maybe sex. probably both. This is clearly deeply relevant to her character and also easy to connect with the fun and thrill of the Time Warp Dance. I think here, time ‘meaning nothing’ refers to the hedonistic lifestyle she’s leading. Time means nothing when you’re only living for the now. I know some people like to debate whatever the snake-of-a-guy is talking about Eddie or Frank, but...

I actually think... if we are to look at this verse as a literal thing that happened to her, it makes more sense if it’s just Some Guy? Like, this is just Columbia talking about she got introduced to the counterculture and probably about her first casual sexual encounter, it doesn’t have to be about someone she actually loves right now. Comparing a dance to falling in love is honestly a bit too Normal for theme and also I have a hard time imagining either Eddie or Frank driving a pickup track.

[nadekofannumber1]

Nadeko only likes retro games but retro is a constantly shifting status that encompasses more games with time under the label as technology changes, one’s perception of what counts as retro can be partially locked to what year you were born, the PS2 and n64 is something some people would easily consider retro but others believe it’s only anything backwards from the famicon, many could firmly believe that the Atari era is where the retro limit ends.

The year monogatari takes place is non specific because it’s technically should be 2006-2007 but it’s always written as if it takes place in the current year, technically turning several monogatari characters into zoomers but not always shifting a characters traits sense, by getting sent into the future kanbaru becomes more technologically illiterate.

Other characters in a sense don’t need to make that change like araragi who’s always been a loner who kept away from all social including media. Hitagi adapts easily like she’s always done this connecting easily. Higasa entering her Twitter era doesn’t cause any issues as she became more prominent in later arcs instead of earlier arcs. Final example being Sodachi, who was introduced in an even later arc than Higasa but isn’t good with technology due to her past and present.

All these examples show that how a character adapts is partially dependent on how it fits into existing character details but will change if it fits the narrative. Nadeko clearly likes famicon era games but with the shifting era would Nisio consider it to be retro enough to superimpose it on to their character? I’d think he’d at least vauge about it (as he’s known to do), like:

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Its interesting to set up my consoles in my new apartment, I couldn’t bring much but I wanted at least a few to play.

I thought this TV might be too new for a console this old but really all I needed was an adapter and all was well.

Ononoki chan showing up at my door with the cord was weirdly convenient. Maybe I mentioned it earlier.

Yotsugi leans over my shoulder to look at “Bats and Terry” (1987) for the Famicon.

Laying her head into the crook of my neck like a cat she says,

“It has less shapes than I remember.”

“Ah, that must be because it’s not on a CRT tv.”

Those really were more ideal.

“The box oneesan played it on was different I tell ya.”

“Hmm,

If not CRT or LCD then what?”

“It’s nothin complicated Nade-chan, I just watched tha’ show on an ipad.”

Ah, what a critical failure of assessment.

“Well I guess this one is too niche for a remake, I’m not really a modern gamer so it works out fine.”

“No this game is definitely modern.”

“Huh?”

“There’s nothing more topical and modern than this, ‘tennis for two is innovative even now’.”

“Those games are even beyond retro they’re over 50 years old!”

“But they’re derivative, nothing is more retro than the old ball and stick.”

“You mean the ball and sword?”

“Perhaps but jitsu tsuki ball came first.”

“Ah, are you perhaps thinking about RaRa Chan? I getsu.”

“Oh dear, you art right, I derived too much, I may even go back to the tree. Perhaps more is retro than I thought, good thinking Nadeko Chan.”

She nodded sagely, snugging closer she said.

“Finding what makes something retro is an arduous task ain’t it.”

She’s really sliding around accents for this bit,

“I suppose that it would depend on what you were born wouldn’t it?”

“What year were you even born?”

“Hmm, I didn’t give it in otori right? I suppose it’s-“

“Bzzzt!” She states, making an X over my face with her arms.

I hear myself die in game, I’m entirely bewildered.

“What was!-“

“You can’t state the year the story won’t make sense otherwise.”

This kind of meta break didn’t require me dying…

“Deepest apologies Nade-San… I’m sorry for this character break, I’ll do anything for forgiveness.”

….

I don’t have much to say to that since she just does that anyway.

…

It’s rather shameless.

“Well if the year is 20XX shouldn’t I be born in uhh…”

Wait this might not make sense,

no I thought it was 19XX, but!

“You’re better than 19XX, not that IQ means anything.”

What does that even mean, is that an English pun?

Batsubatsu is more a sound at that point isn’t it?

“It’s the reiwa era so shouldn’t I be born in 20XX and it be 20XX at this point?”

“Terrybatsu is an interesting way to look at it.”

That was terribaltsu,

“Similarly shouldn’t 100 be closer than 20?”

“I suppose but we aren’t really grilling with it.”

Let’s put that aside

“Teori might be closer than toori to terry.”

I was never good at language

“I wouldnt want to refer to that chicken when even thinking about about batsuterry, I’d rather grill him.”

“Tari for Tori?”

“I’d gatekeep him that hard, yes.”

This is decoying the point by now,

“It’s a neo era not a retro era, so maybe it’s time to consider consoles others grew up with as retro by this point.”

Hmm, really I’d say that:

“Fantasizing about the past is hard, huh. It’s strange to look at the past in a way.”

“The 1980s don’t exist anymore, not even for batsu. I guess it’s came closer to yasu than batsu, baseball goes beyond batsu even.”

But for batsu and terry shouldn’t it be baseball and not banana?

“It’s bananas I tell ya!”

…..

I suppose this is the punchline in a way.

Or maybe the opposite of one, a batsu-d batsu.

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I wanted to be semi authentic with this so I tried to add puns that don’t translate, puns that do, and an extended bit about concepts of translations that don’t fully work

I’m writing this before I actually finish writing down everything so let’s see how much ends up applying

I use an amount of gorowase because I thought it might work

026 (rei-to-ro) retro

20(ni-o) neo

82(ba-tsu)

89(ya-kyu) word for baseball

83(ya-su) word for useless

87(ba-nana) banana

84(ya-shi) palm tree

And for my “gorowase that don’t actually work or don’t think work”:

19(i-kyu) a joke about IQ ( the pronunciation of I isn’t “eye” but “e” like “ichi”)

20(too-rei) a bad pronounciation of terry for a bit that doesn’t entirely work but also toori is a Japanese word that as toori ni roughly refers to “in a similar way”

100(ta-rei) also a joke on the pronunciation tare is also a general term for sauces that go with grilled food

Yakyu is a Japanese word for baseball

Jitsu getsu ball: is one of the earliest versions of bilboquet (ball and small tree) and translates to sun and moon ball roughly and I think that just puns nicely to the alt reading, getsu also sounds like get you

Otori means decoy

CRT: is used as shorthand for critical in table top games and their spiritual successors rpgs

A CRT tv is an old style of television that has a lot of interesting differences from the modern lcd screen but for the sake of the bit at the beginning, what nadeko was referring to was the better definition of older games, if you see how retro games looked on CRT tvs vs how they look on modern LCD screens there’s a good amount of difference, many swore old video games looked better in their childhood and there’s actually a decent chance they did since these games were built for that specific TV, if anything I highly recommend looking at comparisons and seeing just how different many looked, while old games were pixelated it’s important to consider why sprites look like that and it makes some parts of the aesthetic make more sense, the lcd versions of retro experience is kind of dishonest in a sense as the tv would literally smooth out edges and preform effects that don’t translate well, while crt shaders do exist many times it’s not totally accurate as it’s an emulation of the base function of a television that worked entirely differently so its something to consider. Anyway nadeko is a retro otaku and would totally have this information

Outside of that I ran with the reading of “X” being batsu, which can Be thought of as the word bats (in either sense), batsu as incorrect or penalty, as epilogue/postscript, batusbun being afterword, clique, or even circumstance.

Bats and terry: classic shonen baseball manga with an old game, works for the bit about bl astonishingly well it’s anime and game came out in 1987 so it’s in nadeko’s gamer range, plus I can run my bit about Kendama with my ball and stick bit

I don’t mention teo the magic planet fin fin solely for the bit bc Im really into the history of pet games and knowing more about pet games but nadeko would probably not, the genre was started by the night trap guy with the technology that would be used to make the funny streamer game facade (which he also made), dogz (1995) game of all time, if tamagotchi is retro so is this because it literally predates it, but nadeko isn’t a pet games person probably. This was a considered pun and I’m leaving in the blurb bc it’s my post

Teori (tadatsuru) is mentioned for the bit on names to pluck and to caress and holds a casually meaningless phonetic resemblance to terry

[42-forty-two-42]

Oh, that's just because I can understand pretty well any language I would need to know to be a doorman. That includes dopplish. I'm calling it that, do you mind?

*They gestured vaugely.*

Actually, you're a bit harder to translate since you are using an actual human word, that's why there was miscommunication earlier. Most dopplish I've heard was in growls or hollow noises.

4͔͌̌2̦̿͂̇̕ͅ, 4̪̰͑̀̚͝2̼̱̯̆̀͝ ̤͘4̧̲̣́͊̿͝2̧̅̒ͅͅͅ ̨͎͍̑̋̓͌4̡̐͒̅̚2͉̬͔̠͛̉ ̬͔́̋̔4̜̖͂̅2͕̮͖̝̉̿̍̃ ̨͙̔̋̽͝4̡̠̗͙̌̀̎2͍͓͑͝.͉͓̺̂̉̽

( Ah, I am okay with that. )

42 quickly bobbed its head when it heard it was harder to understand. But when the doorman mentioned the usual sounding of "dopplish", 42 sort of chuckled.

4̜̻̃̔2̼̉̊, 4̫̜͒̓2͉̹͝ ͎͂͝4͋͜͝2̭͖͂̂ ͈͐͘4̩̖̇2̰̌͂ ̲̍̐4̳͔̂̌2̬̰̇̊, 4͚͗2͙̓͋ ̥͎̌4̨̭͌2̙͗̄ ̝̑"4̻͚̀͗2̢̲́" 4̲̀͗2̨̖͋͝ ̛̐͜4̯̑2̛̜̠ ̞̆͛4͎͖͘͠2̯́͘. 4̡̄͝2̠̿͠...4̙̔2̰̀̚ ̲͖́͌4͖̅2̤̍̋ ̻̂4̩̦̌̚2̻͊̓ ̛͚̔4̨̉2͖͉́͠. ̦̊̀4͖̰̍̈́2̗̉ ̡͎̓4͉̓2̖̍̑ͅ ̯̖̈́4̩̝͛̿2̣͌̅ ͓͑͊4͕̮͐͒2̺̠̋̈ ̪̺͘4̝̼̈͒2͌͠ͅ ̊̌͜4̟̿2̟͒ ̘̈́͌4̻̻͊2̘̄͛ ̗͖̽4̰͖́̋2͙̥͐ ̥̅͊4̙͛̐ͅ2̛͕͛...

( Well, if I went berserk, I would "speak" like that too. Although...it might be obvious. I do not know why I am saying this... )

[hareofhrair]

hmm... Lets go for a reading with Feanza!

in the dead of night, a rather large figure could be seen walking through the allies, based on the occasional stopping and going its very clear that the individual is not a local in the slightest...they wore a coat of muted colors with a nice tall collar, though with their horns poking out one could easily spot the clint of gold.

they await outside the door until addressed, and if let in from the cold.

???:I got recommended to you by Dazzet...?

???: he said it would be... "a glimpse even regardless of how miniscule to an enlightening journey." whatever the shishimied fuck that means...

they remove their coat, revealing more likely then not unsettlingly a plethora of fuschian tells, from the brightly colored fins to the symbol...

Feanza: shit, sorry, my names feanza, this is supposed to be like... a fortune telling session?

Feanza: I guess I also need to ask some kinda question...

Feanza: in the future, I know im supposed to attempt to run shit...I think my question is wither or not im going to be the one to fix shit. christ, is that to vauge...?

Shafan invites the tall figure inside with only brief hesitation after they say Dazzet sent them. They'd had more than few colorful characters in here recently, so they were braced for the unusual. A particularly wild mutant, a clown possibly. Nervous as they are of clowns, they trusted Daz never to send them someone dangerous. Their faith in Dazzet flags somewhat as the seadweller reveals herself. Oh jegus. Oh sweet ancestors. That's not just a seadweller. That's an heriess. Shafan is visibly trembling, but at the question they clear their throat and scramble for their cards.

"Right. A reading, =of c=ourse. Yeah. I can d=o that. Have a seat."

They might murder Daz a little bit for this later, but they sure as hell aren't gonna say no.

"Pleasure ta meet ya," they say, mustering a welcoming smile despite their obvious nerves, settling down in front of a low table covered by a cloth. "Nah, that ain't t=o=o vague. Can w=ork with that just fine. Just try n=ot ta f=ork me iffin ya d=ont like the answer, alright?"

Shafan shuffles the cards, humming to themselves, flourishing and riffling them like a practiced card sharp despite their shaking hands. After a moment, they reassemble the deck, holding it out to Feanza.

"Put yer hand =over it and think =of yer questi=on," they say, and wait for her to do so. "Then ch=oose three cards."

They let her do so, gesturing for her to lay them face down on the table.

"Awlright, let's see what we've got," they say, cracking their knuckles and beginning to calm down a bit as they get into their groove. They tap each card with a claw, then flip the first one, The Wheel.

"Bringing =out tha big guns right away, I see," Shafan says. "Supp=ose that makes sense given what yall g=ot g=oin =on. So, tha Major Arcana tells a story, and tha Wheel is tha halfway p=oint in that st=ory, tha turning point. It represents change, and cycles of change. That's what yer after, right? Well, it's what yer gonna get. Change is c=omin, n=o matter what y=ou d=o. N=o tellin what shape that change is g=onna take, but rest assured, it aint all up ta y=ou."

They turn over the next card and whistle under their breath. It's the Tower.

"N=ow, tha T=ower gets a bad rap," Shafan says quickly. "Pe=ople tend ta say it means disaster and st=op there, but that aint tha wh=ole st=ory. See, in tha story this tower came from (or one of em anyway), tha tower kept fallin over, on account of there was a pit below it, and two dragons inside, fightin to the death. Until them dragons was dealt with, tower could never be rebuilt. And that's the point of tha Tower, tearin shit down so you can build it up right again. Means havin tha courage ta break what needs to be broken. I don't think yer short a courage, but maybe yall need a reminder a why tha shit needs ta be torn down. Tha point a all that demo is tha rebuildin, feel me?"

They flip the last card, nodding thoughtfully.

"The Seven of Cups," they say. "represents choices. You've got a lot a choices ahead of ya, and some of em lead ta what you're after, and some of em lead ta disaster. What matters is, ya can't Monty Hall this shit. Ya gotta commit. There's a course a action ya know ya ought ta be takin, and if yall don't buckle down and follow that course to tha end, ya aint gonna get nowhere ya want ta be. That's what yer really down here talkin ta me about tonight, aint it? You're not sure about yer decision. Yer wobblin. Thinkin, maybe I won't make a difference, maybe it's not enough. Well I'm here ta tell ya, whatever ya do, it's gonna be a hell of a lot better than nothin."

They sweep the cards up and back into the deck with a decisive gesture.

"Hope that was what ya wanted ta hear," they say. "Want me ta keep goin? Or ya got what ya need?"

[enderdude2001]

Okay so im gonna start with phantom of the opera

Theres a theater company and they are putting on an opera

The venue is like really old and none of the cast like it bcc they are all superstitious theater kids and stuff

Except the lead, shes like “i mean its fine ambiance is nice, bit creaky but oh well lol”

Theres a ghost man who (maybe?) wrote the opera they’re performing and he just like really wants it to go well

He starts trying to help and all the cast members are like “fuck that spooky bitch giving me breathing tips. i told u this place was haunted mr director man”

Director man is like “bah its fine my wife (the lead actress) is okay with it lol”

Lead lady doesn’t like her husband bcc hes superstitious but just like fraustratingly vauge about it

She just thinks he’s hired a weird insecure vocal coach for the cast

Until oneday while hes helping her she gets fuckin yoinked into the air

Hes like “sing for me” and shes like “ooooooo lalalala”

And then boom floating

Ghost man was like “wow ur such a good singer im kinda horny for u now ahah”

Lead lady is like “but ur like kinda ded”

He says “unless 🤪”

And then on opening night she like hangs herslef on stage infront of the audience

the gost and the director in unison say “shit, dead wife” but with two very different infelctions

[bchanslvr]

lovely like you // h.p x fem!reader

word count - 1k

warnings - sub!harry, dom!reader, tittie fucking, mommy/miss kink, pet names, a little bit of dumbification?, and eating you out.

requested - yes | no

a/n - for all my harry horny's who requested this (including myself) it's also 12:40 in the morning so i apologize for any grammar mistakes and vauge ideas <3

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"look at you, your so fucking good for me aren't you baby?," his only response was a muffled moan.

"fuck your so pretty," you murmured as he bobbed his head, tongue flicking back and forth between your wet folds.

he moaned into your core, nails digging into the softness of your thighs. he looked at you through black eyelashes, eyes glimmering and almost innocent. a crimson-red blush spreading across his lily-white skin.

his hair was a mess⎯like it wasn't already⎯and his glasses were pushed up, a bit fogged with his hot breath.

he groaned⎯the vibration against your heat making you gasp, and buck⎯as you massaged his scalp with your nails, tugging the hair between your fingertips.

his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you. so naked, and body glistening in sweat. head thrown back, and eyes shut tightly. but what captured his interest the most was your tits.

so perfect, and round, and tender, and beautiful, sitting there on your chest. his mouth watered as he watched it slightly bounce from the impact of you bucking your hips onto his sweet lips.

he let out a needy whine as he came to a stop, pushing himself off of you as he sat with his bum on his heels, looking at you expectantly.

"what's wrong bub?," you asked, sitting up yourself, breath slowing down, pulling him towards you till both your knees touched.

he whined again, titling his head towards his prick, knowing that he wasn't aloud to speak just yet.

"use your words baby, what do you want?," oh but you knew exactly what he needed. if the angry red tip, that was copiously leaking his pre-come wasn't a sign then what was?

"please miss. want you so bad," merlin. he was a sight for sore eyes; lips swollen and red, chin wet from eating you out just a few minutes prior and eyes pleading and filled with lust.

"what does my pretty boy want?," you said. your fingers lightly skimming across his thighs and so close to were he wanted it to be.

he whined again, "please please please mommy, want you so bad. want to- to," he cut himself off, too embarrassed to continue.

"to- to what?," you mocked as your gently rubbed harry's sensitive slit with soft pads of your thumb.

his cock ached, the crimson-red blush on his cheeks more prominent than ever. he bit his bottom-lip, pulling it under the top as he looked down, "w-want to f-fuck your tits miss-".

his head and gaze staring intently at your chest as he said it, hands clenched into fists at his sides to stop himself from touching them.

you smirked wickedly, "sorry what was that love? didn't hear ya properly. care to say it to my face again?"

his breath hitched, teeth digging into the plush of his bottom-lip as he looked at you. your sharp [e/c] eyes boring into his soul.

he picked up all the gryffindor courage he had, looking straight at you as he breathlessly said seven words, "want to fuck your tits miss. please."

he debated in his head if what he said was a good idea or not, but the grin that spread on your face said all it needed.

"since you asked so nicely, 'll give it to you baby boy," his heart fluttered at the nickname, beating faster than normal as you began to get adjusted.

laying fully on your back, legs spread wide as you gently massaged your breasts. letting a breathless moan escape your mouth as your fingers brushed against your sensitive buds.

you heard him whimper above you, that coy smirk on your face again as you looked directly into his eyes.

"what are you waiting for then darling? go on, fuck mommy's tits. or are you too dumb to understand?"

he shook his head, breathing heavily as his hand slowly made its way to his throbbing prick.

moaning loud as his hands wrapped around his length, gently tugging the skin back and forth, jerking himself off as he guided it to your chest.

your spread you tits apart, the space in between so perfectly carved for his cock.

he continued to pump himself as he slid between your chest. the pre-come leaking from his tip, lubing the area for him to fuck.

he let out a low mewl as he felt you grab your tits and push them against his cock, surrounding the hot organ with your soft breasts.

you began gently rubbing them against his prick. the tender flesh of your breasts surrounding him over and over again, as your pace sped up.

he began rocking⎯thrusting really⎯fucking himself in the feeling of your tits. head thrown back, and breathless profanities whispered.

"does that feel good bubba? mhm? like fucking 'm tits?," your own voice hoarse from pleasure as you watched in fascination at how beautifully his cock slid into the valley of your chest over and over again.

your smooth⎯wet from harry's pre-come⎯skin so pretty, and good for him as he lost all self control as he grabbed onto hips.

fucking himself into you, noises of pure pleasure escaping his swollen lips as the beginning of an orgasm expanded in his stomach.

his impending release increasing by the second as you pushed both your tits together forming the perfect hole for him to cum in.

hips stuttering and breath rapid, "miss. miss please, oh fuck-, please 'm so close. let me cum please, please-"

he begged as the knot in his belly tightened unbearably, as he struggled to not let himself go that second.

you wanted to tease him. tell him to stop right there and he'd do it for you. to hear his sob of frustration, and the need to cum grow stronger than ever till he does and collapses, and falls asleep boneless to the core.

but, as much as you wanted that, your own cunt clenched. soaked in arousal. your own climax fast approaching. you wanted to drawl it out, make it last like a day-dream, but you couldn't help as you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling of a coil beginning to grow.

"fuck baby. mommy's close as well, so close," he groaned louder, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as his speed un-relented stuttered.

"cum for me baby. cum for me. be a good boy and spill yourself on mommy," that was all it took. your words, combined with the feel of your bucking hips, and breasts pressed into his twitching cock.

he let out a strangled cry as he climaxed. his senses and body halting to a stop as he came un-touched.

long white ropes of cum covering your chest and neck. the after-smell of sex hinting in the air as you moaned low.

the look of pure pleasure in his face, the thought that he had cum with just fucking your tits. and the long ache in your cunt all coming together and pushing you off the edge as you came hard.

release dripping onto the sheets. as your body trembled. breath caught in your throat, and mouth a perfect 'O'.

he gently got off of you, all but flopping next to your limbless body as he cuddled into your side.

aftercare was important. but you felt as though you were nothing but nothingness in the emptiness of space as you came down from the euphoric feeling of an orgasm.

you could always shower later anyways as you grabbed the wand next to your other side as you said the incantation of a strong cleaning-charm that got rid of all the mess.

you turned around to face him, smug in the face as you saw how fucked out and in bliss he was.

you pulled him into you, his head tucked into the valley of your breasts as you kissed his head. bringing the blanket over your bodies as you hooked a leg over his hip.

"you okay love? felt good?," you asked as your nimble fingers craded through his soft locks.

he hummed into your chest as he hugged your body. breathing your scent as he drifted off, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex.

you smiled, your own eyes beginning to flutter shut. sleep dragging you both under as you slept dreamlessly.

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[taeyamayang]

okay pea, you got me 😔 i saw your event and kept meaning to enter it but i have remembered now and i am HERE for it 😤

(also wow i am just in awe of your writing skills and the ability you have to do this stuff consistently, i could NEVER you are so impressive 😩)

anywho, as i am requesting it looks like a drabble slot is open so that is what i would like 🤲 and the character i would like is Oikawa

plot is as follows (bit of personal rant incoming -sorry- it shouldn't be anything overly triggering, but worry about the future incoming)

i just graduated high school a little over a month ago (🥳) and while i am so excited to get out into the world i am also TERRIFIED and i have super high expectations for myself, none of which are being met and it's definitely hurting my self-esteem and self-worth. i look up to people like oikawa bc even though they struggle to get to where they want to be in life, they still seem to have direction, y'know? i have vauge ideas of what i want to do, but even those i can't reach immediately due to personal circumstances (mainly my mental health) and it's really starting to bother me.

so if i could have a scenario where oikawa and reader are just talking and he's able to reassure her that it's okay to take her time to figure out things and that she doesn't have to be out there being productive and at the top of her game 100% of the time for people to love and care about her?

(i also don't care if it's written romantic or platonic, but i am the world's biggest sucker for slow-burn friends-to-lovers so platonic with romantic undertones (if that makes sense) is just 😩👌👌👌)

hope this wasn't too long xoxo

take care of yourself pea, and i hope we can start chatting again like we used to :) 💞💞💞

ahhhh i was sooo thrilled to receive an entry from you! i am more than glad to be able to write for you :) i hope this makes you feel better and sorry for the delay! i made sure to finish all matchups first before doing the others. i will send you asks again so we can start chatting! i miss ya, hope you're doing well :)

ps: barely edited. i wrote this past midnight lmao goodnight

Perched right below an old century tree and on top of the hill overlooking the humble prefecture, the stretch of land with ant-like residents going by their day makes you feel insignificant. You are but a small percentage of the population. Your actions and decisions in life barely make any difference, you know that for sure, and yet you are worried of being aimless and useless.

"I got you both vanilla and chocolate 'cause I don't know what mood you are in right now. I remember you telling me before that the flavor you prefer varies in your mood," Oikawa notices his words quickly passing through your ears. A light scowl is on your forehead as you stare at the field below the hill. He asks, sitting next to you. "You okay?"

The slight bump of his arm against your skin snaps you back to reality. Right, it's summer after high school graduation. Oikawa and you had a silly deal of meeting each other every Wednesday at the start of summer. Why wednesday, you ask? The pretty boy argued that wednesday is the dullest day of the week and the only way to keep his energy up throughout the week is to meet you. It would have sounded romantic if only you're not best friends with him.

"I am thinking of strawberry or caramel." You give him a monotonous reply just to tease him but it turns out he failed to catch on your stunt as he instantly hurries to get on his feet.

"Oh, okay. I'll get that for you."

"No, Tooru." You stop him from getting up, a soft smile finally makes its way to your lips. "I was kidding. Vanilla or chocolate sounds good."

"You sure?" He cocks an eyebrow and you nod in reply. As he sits back comfortably on the dry grass, handing you the ice cream, without missing a beat, he questions. "Why the long face? Is there something wrong?"

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" That's one of the many things why Oikawa has you wrapped around his fingers. Many may know him as a great volleyball player but only a few gets to witness this side of him. He isn't selfish like how some would assume him to be, in fact he's the most selfless person you have met. He puts his concerns aside when he senses that the people closest to him are in a trouble state.

"We've known each other for years. It's easy to read you. I can do it with my eyes closed." He prides hence making you chuckle.

"Really? Do it." And Oikawa does it. He shuts his lids and turn his body to face you. His free hand lands on your shoulder then on top of your head. He mutters, "You are thinking of something... something very important. Am I right? I should be." His lids unravels and your eyes met with his'. A gentle smile pulls the corners of his mouth before he ruffles your hair. "Say it or forever hold your peace." He says, eyes darting to your ice cream cone. "And your ice cream is melting."

Your hand straightens your unruly hair before unwrapping the paper around the ice cream cone. In a hushed voice you asked. "How are you always so sure of what you want despite facing downfalls?"

"Downfalls? Like what?" His eyes wandering on the land below the hill.

"Like losing to Karasuno in the tournament. You have always wanted to win the nationals but you graduated without reaching your goal."

"Ouch." He dramatically cuts you off by clutching on to his chest.

"But you are back on your feet, unwavered by your defeat. How do you do that? How do you know which step to take after a loss?"

"Do you know what I do?" Oikawa side-eyes you, licking the remains of ice cream on his bottom lip. "Come, face me."

You oblige. You turn your body to face him and his tender eyes land on you. In your plain of sight you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. The soft rays of sunlight touching the ridges of his face and the gentle blow of the wind carrying the strands of his hair into a graceful piroutte compliments the breathtaking view on the hilltop. How wonderful it is to love a person as entrancing as him.

His fingertips lightly grazes on the skin on the side of your face as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear. He touches you like a vulnerable piece of art and he looks at you like a memento from the past. His mouth stretches into a reassuring smile, eyes never leaving you before bringing his hand to your forehead. And unexpectedly he flicks your forehead without mercy resulting you to tip your head back.

"Aw!" You rub the spot where his finger landed.

"I stop that. I stop my brain from overthinking the past; it is something I can't undo so why dwell on it? There are countless circumstances where in things don't go as planned, you know that, and in those moments I feel lost. I don't always know what to do next, who does anyway? But I am certain of one thing, volleyball. I know I want to continue playing but what comes out of it is still a mystery to me. We can't plan everything and expect everything to come true. You will only get disappointed if you think that way. Likewise, if you expect yourself to know everything all at once and be productive every single damned day, you will miss living life. Living life doesn't only mean planning and reaching your goals, it also means wednesdays and ice creams. If you look far ahead in the future, you will miss the joy of the present. Like how you're hanging out with a very handsome boy who is the best in volleyball, and how your ice cream tastes good." Without consent, he takes a big bite on your ice cream.

"Hm, that is delicious. I should get that next time." He finishes his rant by licking the softened ice cream on the cone he is holding. Opening up to a person has always been a struggle for you and often times you feel ashamed of letting someone into the corners of your disorderly thoughts; but with him, you're glad you let him break your walls.

As a revenge you take a bite on his ice cream hence taking him by surprise of the proximity between you the two of you. As you pull back to savor the sweetness of the sugar and cream and grinning at him triumphly like a kid. However, you catch a sight of a stock-still Oikawa.

"W-what?" You asks and he looks at you with wide eyes. His cheeks are powdered in light pink.

"I had a crazy thought." He replies.

"What is it?"

"I bit your ice cream and you did the same to me." He blinks once, brows meeting in the center.

"And?"

"That means we indirectly kissed." His statement sent your saliva to your windpipe rendering you to choke. Instantly, you feel the warmth of your body travel to your face and you're completely a mess in front of your friend. He has no idea how long you have been pinning on him and for him to say those words without a warning is cruel to your fragile heart.

You indirectly kissed him.

He didn't need to point it out. But holy shit you kissed him. Indirectly. That's the closest you can get to-

"Are you okay? I should buy a bottle water."

"I'm okay." You hold him down but still keeping your eyes away from him.

"You sure?" He asks and you stick out a thumb in response.

Once you have recovered from coughing your lungs out, you jokingly say, "If that's an indirect kiss then you took my first kiss."

"I don't mind taking your second." His smooth talk has you gripping on your emotional stability again. By instinct, you smack him on his shoulder. It is strong enough to topple the ice cream in his grip. Only the cone is left in his hand.

"My ice cream!" Oikawa screams peering at his food on the grass. "Why did you do that?!"

"You deserve it!" You scream back. Your hand gripping tightly around the cone it could almost break.

"I deserve it?!" He repeats your words, baffled as to why you made such claims.

"Y-you're clueless and I hate you for it!" You stutter between screams. Biting the insides of your cheeks, you pull yourself up to stand.

"You hate me?! Where are you going?!" He looks at you with a confused face.

"To buy a bottled water!" You stomp your way past him and he follows you through his eyes.

"I'll come with you." Before he is up on his feet you turn around to point at him. An expression Oikawa isn't sure of is plastered on your face. You are angry, he can tell that by the scowl on your forehead, but your entire face is crimson red not from anger but from something else.

"No! Stay there! Here, take my ice cream." You shove the cone to his chest and without much choice he takes it.

"I don't know what's going on. Why does this feel like a love quarrel from a famous romcom."

He mocks a line from the said movie, thus, sending more butterflies in your stomach. "Come on, babe, let's fix this."

"S-stop!" You gag.

"Oh, you don't like 'babe' as a term of endearment? How about love? Come here, my love. Sit with me and let's talk it through." He shoots a wink coupled with playful yet mischievous smile.

"You are so dumb! I-I..." You stutter and he fills in.

"You love me?"

"I hate you!" You finally storm out squeezing your cheeks with your palms.

"Our wednesday isn't over yet! Come back when you have cooled down." You hear him chuckle from a distance.

That's the thing being friends with the person you secretly have feelings for. He has no idea of the effect he has on you. The more so you are convinced not to confess. The chance of ruining your friendship with him is far greater than the opposite. There's no way Oikawa has feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend and it has always been that way. For now, you are contented of loving him from a far.

Maybe wednesdays with him is enough.

slow buuuurn omg i miss writing slow burns gsnsbsns not so fun fact, my previous works (the ones written before i made this blog) are all slow burns and it made me miss my old works!!

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[mallowbees]

Thinking about the whole of human existance and how stupid and good it is

I've never been super interested in history or anything from studying it and people finding old skeletons and stuff and I go oh cool!

And then I go, man, that was a person

And sometimes I walk around outside on the sidewalk and think of how many people and things have been and what they did here just as mundane as me

And I think about the posts I've seen of 'people have always been people' and other people thinking about this at different times far away from me with pottery with paws and thumbprints and simple objects that were just Something in someone's living room that are on display now

And I think about them, everyone I've never met but their bones are on display or lost and their paintings and creations proserved even broken but that they were there and there's proof and I wonder about all the things I will never know, if they liked certain foods or how many pets they had and why they named then what they did, the inside jokes they had with friends or scars on their legs from tripping down stairs that they always told the story about, if they annoyed people somehow but others found that same thing great

And I cry a little bit because I wonder if they knew that someone would still be thinking about them, so long later, not by name but acknowledging that they existed and where and caring about that

And then i think about all the times I've thought about me and all my existence being gone and forgotten when I die and I realize someone may think of me, the same way I am, and I cry- maybe not by name, but that in a way thatd matter to them they'll think and theyll wonder about what the people they've never mets laugh could have sounded like and what dumb things they did because we'll never meet but they cared about that and I will be part of that vauge them

People will always be people and care and its a lot to know how far back and how forward that saying will always be true for and that before or after me even though we've never met there was, is, or will be someone who thinks about the past present or future of people they've never met and wonder if they'd get along with a vauge concept of someone they've never met

You'll always be loved, even by people you've never met, enamored by the future or past or just passing on the sidewalk hoping a stranger is well, the idea that there's always someone out there caring sounds dumb sometimes maybe but I don't doubt it's true

People care about people, so many, somehow, you don't have to know the name of the vauge them to care and hope someone was or is okay, and they probably don't know you and some people you already know do but people care and love and that's a lot

But it's a good a lot though, I think- even now I'm just making a silly little post on tunglr.com but people are going to be reading it so, you're cared about, in a vauge way, I don't know you, but I'll share whatever sort caring I feel to let you know I hope that whoever reads this is doing alright regardless of what the answer is

[bookwyrminspiration]

No thoughts only Keefe training under Elwin to become a healer.

Just think about it, for a while now I feel as if Keefe has seen himself as someone whoes only capable of destruction. Growing up he sort of defaulted to chaos and pranks, and doesnt really seem to put any thought into the more intimate stuff if you know what I mean? (I haven't read the books in a bit so forgive me if I'm wrong but : Ex : I feel like if a friend of his were to be hurt, his immediate reaction would be "how can I punish the person who hurt my friend" (that sounds so intense but yknow its normally like, mostly harmless prank) rather than "what can I say to this person to make them feel better)

And he says things along the lines of "Im not good with this emotion stuff" multiple times in the first few books, despite literally being an empath and also..not...really ...being that bad...at comforting people. (sometimes). Which just further goes into the point of seeing destructive" nature n such.

THATS A LONG RANT BUT I JUST WANNA SEE HIM UNLEARNING THAT STUFFF

(also with his new ability ,, ik we've mostly seen the harmful things it can do, but given how vauge it is I cant imagine it would be hard to turn it into a positive thing (once he gets more control))

oh I do love a good healer!keefe, especially when it comes with a healthy dose of Dadwin.

I think I understand what you're talking about in that first part, with how he's an agent of chaos and trouble and generally makes things worse/messes them up and that's just how he sees himself now. Which is an interesting contrast with his status as the artist of the group as well, though he does undersell his talents in that area. He dismisses the things he can create because he associates himself with so much trouble and pain that of course he couldn't make anything beautiful. I suppose another way to phrase it is that he's not delicate. He's precise and methodical (at times), but his existence is not gentle. And because of that, he's not great at being intimate either. He can't approach it soothing and attentive, he just ends up barreling into those situations and being vague as he desperately and frustratedly tries to back out of it. That's in part Shannon making his thoughts/emotions obvious for us as the readers and using the excuse that Sophie is oblivious and that's why she doesn't notice what to us is so obvious, but we can also attribute it to how clumsy Keefe is--not physically, but more socially. For an empath, he's really not that great at relationships (I don't mean this romantically, I mean any relationship he has).

Just realized that you said something about him being bad at emotions despite being an empath. That's what I get for just going ahead with the first thought I think of without reading everything!! He just doesn't view himself positively at all! Keefe is walking around here like I am a disaster in elven form and sees what he wants to see instead of who he is. he sees himself as disruptive and unhelpful (he does think he can help, just not in the ways people want him to) and no matter what he does he'll rework whatever happens to fit with his view of himself and the world. If he found someone breaking down and crying and offered the most comforting, perfect words of support, he'd walk away from that encounter convinced he hadn't done enough, that someone else could do it better.

That's a big thing with his character, too! Comparing himself to others. A lot of comparing himself to Fitz, some comparing himself to Tam, and maybe some Dex but that one not as much. He's constantly finding ways to tell himself that he's not worth anything and that there are people who are better than him and more capable than him and people he can never live up too. He's setting that up in his mind so no matter what happens he'll take it as reinforcement of that belief.

That was a lot of Keefe analysis without talking about the healer aspect of it, but I wonder if Keefe could find ways to appreciate and accept himself by telling others to do the same. Because he would never tell anyone else to treat themselves the way he's treating himself, so I think it's something he hasn't even realized yet. And one day there might be that little click of oh. all these people I'm helping and I'm trying to get them to stop thinking like me, yet I'm letting myself go on like this. And if he's alongside Elwin I know he would've been trying to teach Keefe this and slowly incorporate the unlearning into his daily life and letting Keefe figure it out on his own. Because as soon as something looks like help Keefe shies away from it, so instead of outright helping, Elwin set Keefe up to help himself. Boom.

That's another thought I have about Keefe sometimes, the ways people say like "oh he needs therapy," which is true but also...not? This is just my personal opinions on the subject nor am I trying to discredit the effectiveness of therapy! I just know that a lot of therapy being effective is the openness and willingness to engage with it, to take what you're told and apply it to your life and be honest about it with others. Maybe a better way to phrase it is that Keefe needs the lessons taught in therapy and the benefits of therapy, without actually going to therapy. Because I really don't think he'd be open to the idea of talking to someone and engaging in the experience. But then again, that's just my personal opinions on the nuance of it all!

So perhaps by becoming a healer, he could learn those lessons and unlearn what he "knows" (doesn't actually know just thinks it's true) about himself that way. Just a thought though. By helping others he learns to help himself in a way that enables him to be more open, if that makes sense.

as for the ability, he really did panic and make an impulse decision (that he himself said he would regret) before the full scope of what is actually is was realized. He saw a possible potential it could have and went nope!! it didn't have time to settle, to solidify, to express itself in any other way that what he saw as negative. That ties back into seeing himself as destructive no matter what, as well. he sees this ability as negative no matter what, regardless of what he does with it. I will admit that his panicked slippery slope reasoning does irk me a little, like he gives his mom way too much credit (in my opinion) for what she could've done to him. She did two very broad things, hitting him with light and dark at the same time and he somehow thinks it has the precision for her to accurately make a super specific ability?? He's out here like "oh no she's made it so I can predict people's abilities and force them to manifest so she can take advantage of the entire population and she has this whole plan with that specific ability as the key." Like...no. I do not believe that for a single second, Keefe.

On the one hand he was panicking and it was really easy to see these wildly impossible things as conceivable, but on the other hand he really went out there. This is a personal grievance though

but back to the original topic!! I think Keefe would be a fascinating character to have as a healer for a variety of reasons, so thanks for bringing up the topic again! there's so many different avenues to explore !!

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Written by: @lovesickfox

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"Hey there little sunshine!!" Sun cheered as he leaned over you, looking at you upside down. He gently grabbed your cheeks, squishing them slightly. The soft heaters in his palms warming your face as you gave him a quiet hello. "I missed you today! Where have you been!!"

"I've been... a bit busy today, Sorry Sun." you answered quite tiredly. you brought your hand up to his, patting it lightly.

"Busy?" he tilted his head. "Well then instead of playing today why don't we cuddle in the ballpit!!" He grinned, coming around to stand in front of you, releasing your face.

"Sun, i don't think the ballpit is that comfy of a cuddle spot." you laughed as Sun promptly pouted.

"Of course they are! I sleep in there all the time!"

"No offence but its different for you Sunny. You don't have flesh for the orbs to jab into. Plus when was the last time they were cleaned and sanitized? Theres no way im risking pink eye with my health record."

Sun only tilted his head at that before smiling again. "Alright you got a fair point! hoooooow about i make us a fort then!!" he hopped in place before running off to god knows where. You stood there a bit baffled he just left you just like that. You vaugely hear his voice echo through the daycare along with clangs and other noises signaling his rummaging in the various store rooms.

Soon after waiting a bit, Sun had come back with his arms full of blankets and pillows and other sorts of soft items to build with. He plopped a floppy cat stuffed animal on your head before he got to work on the fort. he set it up within the large foam block fort. wandering over, you hear Sun mumbling to himself as he worked. 'this could go here!' 'oh this has to be perfect!' 'maybe this could be here' were a few of his quips to himself.

You had offered to help but he only shooed you away stating that you should rest! Plus that he also really loves making forts. so you sat in a near by chair and watched as he worked. eventually though it seems you had dosed off because when you woke you found yourself covered in blankets and resting on a nest of pillows. and not only that but you are being held as a soft melody is being played near by. turning your head, you find the source being the daycare attendant.

"Go back to sleep dearest." He whispered, voice soft and gentle. "Dont mind the time. and do not worry. no one will find out you stayed past closing." Moon finished, now gently rocking you.

Blearily you stared at him for a long moment. You should be heading back home... but honestly this was really comfortable. being held in heated arms in a bundle of soft pillows, blankets, and even stuffed animals (most of which were cats) was really nice. Arguably one of the best cuddle sessions you could ask for. Shifting in his hold, you got more comfortable to go back to sleep.

"If you say so Moon..." You murmered back to him. "Good night."

"Sweet dreams Starlight." Came his reply as you easily drift on back to sleep.

Hopefully he was right and that you won't get in trouble for this. But that would be worth it and you would definitely sleep over again.