#making notes nodnod

[toomuchdickfort]

I should be allowed as a tiefling to make obvious comments to wyll like ‘woag ur sharper than I am, cool’ and have him be like. I mean. I did. come about it by different means yes. Alas, I’ll just imagine t’evye staying the obvious to his companions and the just sorta blinking to try and figure out if she’s wanting to hear their thoughts or really only just noticing it

[ashipiko]

I NEEDA STOP COOKING TWST OCS W/O FINISHING INTROS FOR OTHERS 😭😭😭

😔 ATP atlan is like outta market……. niko is the favorite and maryen still lives in my head and now LEMMY EXISTS? maybes i just have an affinity for animal twisted OCs <\3 one day…….

↓ some small notes about lemmy under cut!!!

- very to the beat of his own drum? he just follows whatever makes him curious and TBH he is not that interested in magic

- also a pretty cracked mage LIKE HE’S PRETTY? STRONG and carries a LARGE magic reserve. or howev you word it ???

- from a one-off island that isn’t from canon but he’s practically king of it. it’s like party island tho

- big old brother vibes!!!!!!!!!

- he likes grim and yuu because he’s kind of curious on if they’ll die in nrc w/o magic. “is this cat your fire? you wouldn’t be able to survive without this runt, right? right???”

- also the type of guy to tie ramshackle trio upside down in a tree to see what they do

- LIKE YK HOW YOU GIVE BABIES PUZZLE TOYS TO TRY AND SEE HOW THE BABIES SOLVE HIM. LEMMY @ YUU

- SPEAKING OF HIS NAME!!! it’s a nickname for his real name that is. PENDING!!!!

- he’s really good friends w floyd nodnod. kalim also likes him a lot

- HE’S NOT REALLY A THREAT? it’s just that he doesn’t really listen to anyone but doesn’t go out his way to make trouble ykyk

[tobiasdrake]

I think you're right in the Sonic movies not trusting the game characters to hold the weight of their own story; I think that's why the villain emotional core shifted from Shadow to the Eggmen.

I liked the movie! I think they did a good job with the story they were trying to tell!

But I would have liked more of that story to have focused on Shadow than Eggman. (Although finishing an Eggman arc to send him off I completely understand, too.)

*nodnod*

I have a lot of criticisms for the Sonic movies, but I also enjoy them a lot. There's a lot of creative choices that I don't like that they made, that I wish had been made differently. But the choices they do make are executed on very well.

Generally speaking, for me, watching the Sonic movies is like reading an amazingly well-crafted, easily digestible, and emotionally captivating fanfic... for a ship you don't like. I don't like how they characterized that guy. I don't agree with how they're presenting the cast. Their OCs are hit and miss. And I am 100% invested, when next chapter.

Many notes. So many notes. But I am having a good time nonetheless. I don't like what they did but I love the way they did it.

Getting into spoiler territory to talk about Eggman.

With Eggman, it was kind of a miracle that they even got him for this movie. Carrey announced his retirement in 2022 alongside the release of Sonic 2, so there was a long stretch of time when nobody even knew if he would be in Sonic 3.

There is a parallel universe where Carrey stuck to his guns, and Eggman's Maybe-Maybe-Not finale in Sonic 2 was the end of him. In that universe, I think we probably would have gotten a much deeper dive into Shadow, who would have to carry the weight of the film on his own shoulders. Possibly with Gerald, played by a new actor.

For the film we got, in a way, Sonic 3 feels like it was tailored to be the final word, not just on Eggman's character but also on the decades-long career of goofy antics and physical comedy that Carrey became famous for.

I think that's part of what makes Eggman's silly yet moving final sacrifice feel as powerful as it does. This isn't just Eggman taking the ARK for his last ride. It feels like Carrey saying farewell to the career and fandom he's built up, and that context makes it all the more emotionally gripping.

It's a strong sendoff.

And it also comes at the expense of a deeper focus on Shadow, whose climax ends up feeling rushed. Basically looking Sonic in the eyes and going, "You were mad like I was mad but you didn't take revenge. I see now that revenge is wrong. Let's go save the world from my revenge."

Two things can be true.

It's interesting to note that the film uses Gerald as, essentially, Shadow the Eggman. An embittered shadow archetype of Eggman turned to vengeance by grief over Maria's loss, who serves as the ultimate foe that Eggman must overcome.

This is most obvious with the parallel fights Sonic and Eggman have with Shadow and Gerald at the end. But I also don't think the film interrogates that idea very thoroughly, and I'm kind of okay that it doesn't? It's too busy having fun to be that serious.

Like. In place of that deeper analysis into Shadow, this movie is unapologetically meta. It's so meta, Eggman and Gerald literally look into the camera and point out that the same actor is playing them both at one point.

Which is sort of the point? There's kind of a purposeful tonal clash in this movie between Team Sonic, Eggman, and Stone versus Shadow and Gerald. Shadow and Gerald are grim and serious characters, except when Gerald is playing off of Eggman. Eggman brings out the goofiness of Gerald, while Shadow has the inverse effect on Sonic. Shadow makes Sonic darker, edgier, and less fun.

I described it before as "like making fart noises in a mortuary" and I stand by that. The film very intentionally feels like it's having an identity crisis over whether it wants to be a serious story of revenge, love, grief, and redemption or the kind of movie where a grown man in spandex has an elaborate performative dance number with his stunt double down a hall of death lasers. That is the tug-of-war that Sonic and Eggman are having with Shadow and Gerald.

It's that scene at the Chao Garden. Where the lights suddenly go out and it's like, oh shit, we're under attack. But then they come back up and it's just a funny stage show starting up. But also we are under attack, completely unrelated to the lights going out just now.

There are two conflicting payoffs to the suspense of that moment, playing out simultaneous to one another. It's like Sonic and Gerald had different ideas for how this scene should end.

Which is... really interesting to think about.

IDK

Coming out of the movie, my initial impression was that it was good, but not as good as Sonic 2. And, as a Sonic adaptation, I stand by that. Sonic 2 did the better job of adapting the Sonic material to film.

But as a creative exercise, as a piece of art, this movie's growing on me more. I think Sonic 3 is a fascinating performance piece.

[withlovecora]

hallo this is indeed cora @saetiate !!! 24, she/her

i feel like i am missing a lot of posts so i am following u here so i can have a second dash and i do not miss them!! 🙂↕️ this also means i really really like you whoa! i want to write you a love letter!!!

i would indeed appreciate if u followed me back just for the serotonin boost and validation and feeling like my love is requited LMAO (your girl is very honest!) but it actually doesn’t matter bc i will not be posting on here nodnod and it won’t change the love i have for you if u do/don’t

i have a notes page where i put links to rb so i will find your posts here and then rb on my usual blog <3

i am testing this out so if this ends up being unsuccessful i am sorry in advance T^T if u find this blog u r free to follow me if i haven’t followed u yet!! i probably just didn’t wanna bother u!!

i will still make the effort to find people’s works to rb that are not mutuals w me / not close w me dw !! this is also important to me!!

[the-quiet-light]

“Aaaand we’re here! Hey, Millie, do you think we could- Millie?”

Dusk looks around, the crowd a sea of unfamiliar faces and emotions. Her traveling companion is…gone.

(HEY!)

Woah, woah, slow down, she’s alright. You won’t be alone too long.

(Hmph.)

Besides, you’re never really alone, you have me!

(I…guess that’s true. Well, nowhere to go but forward!)

Dusk skips as she walks, finding herself in an oddly good mood. For some reason, she tends to be really cheerful in the railroads…it’d be a lot less fun otherwise, so it’s probably for the best.

Pretty soon she ends up looking for somewhere in town that won’t make her feel watched or force her to leave…not easy in a place full of NPCs. She ends up settling on a quiet, run-down looking bakery. It’s seemingly empty and desperately needs renovated, but somehow manages to be a little cozy despite it. The mismatched furniture and faint smell of baked goods gives it a sort of quaint, endearing charm. The only other thing of note is the somewhat forlorn young woman sitting behind the counter. She looks up when Dusk enters, and a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears perk up on her head.

“Oh! Um…welcome! Can I get ya anything?”

“No, actually, I was…mostly just looking for a place to sit for a moment and gather my bearings…my apologies, Miss.”

“Oh…um…can I ask you something, then?”

“Sure!”

“My sister went out to gather supplies a few days ago, and I haven’t seen ‘er since…She’s like me, but with a dress and a little taller and a little more…uh…harsh?”

“No, I haven’t, I’m sorry…funnily enough, I’m on a trip to find some friends of mine.”

The baker hesitates for a few moments, fidgeting with her hands.

“Could I maybe…join ya, then?”

“Absolutely you can!! I hate traveling alone, anyways…my name’s Dusk!”

“Harriet, nice to meet ya.”

The rabbit girl attempts a curtsy, before realizing she’s wearing overalls. She crosses her arms with a disappointed little huff. Dusk just laughs to herself, readjusting her satchel’s strap on her shoulder.

“Well, I guess we should get going then. Don’t want to keep them all waiting, Yunno?”

“Oh, that was fast- um- I’ll bring some bread!”

-one train jump later-

Harriet isn’t all that accustomed to talking so much. Old, harsh words she can’t really remember stick in the back of her mind, turning her tongue to lead. She is even less accustomed to having a companion that talks so much. Sitting there in the train, alone in the storage car with her little road trip of two, she finds herself half convinced that Dusk could quite literally never run out of topics to ramble about. At least she’s actually pretty good at words…even if Harriet doesn’t know what all of them mean.

“I mean, deer are adorable, and I’m not just saying that because I’m biased- have you ever seen one before?”

“Um…no…”

“Really? Well, now you have, kinda!”

She giggles to herself.

“But that is pretty strange…”

“I don’t see a lot of animals…I have seen bunnies, though! They’re so cute, I really wish I had one for a pet…though I don’t think that’s would’ve been possible before I was here.”

“…you’re human, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Do…do you miss it? Being out there?”

“…nah. I don’t. I mean, this place isn’t exactly pretty, but…ya know, I feel a bit more free, now.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, I don’t remember all that much, but yeah. I think I like this better.”

“Huh…”

“Y-Ya said you’re from outside the railroads, right? Could…could’ya tell me a bit about it?”

She fights the old instincts screaming at her not to ask people for things. It’s disrespectful and rude, isn’t it? Dusk is being so considerate to her, and she’s done nothing but be a bother and not even contribute to the conversation she’s such an idiot how will she ever survive-

“Harriet?”

“Huh? What? Sorry-“

“Slow down. I’m not mad, okay?”

“…y-yeah.”

How did she know that? Eh…question for a later time.

“You want to know about the world outside, right?”

Nodnod.

“The world I come from is-“

It’s going to be a long way to the wall…but it’ll be a more pleasant trip than most in this place.

[the-crystal-femmes]

no worries about the last ask!! we totally get it :)

that’s perfectly fine, we don’t remember too much of it either /gen

also, we are working on making new alter intros, so if we ever sign an ask as being from someone you don’t know/know about, feel free to ask who it is! we have a lot of new alters, and we’ve all changed a good deal since we last talked :)

-j, 🔦

Nodnod, will take note of that! Thank you ^^ I have a hard time remembering signoffs without names shebsb.

- 🎪🃏

[kittykatkatelol]

Your reblog made me smile– go ahead. I don't mind what you reblog as long as you don't say anything that could be taken aggressively, which I doubt you would do. I don't really mind what is reblogged on my blog.

- 🌺

nodnod noted ! just wanted to make sure :3

[aladaylessecondblog]

one of those secret admirer things but it's Morrowind and Orvas fucking Dren is passing you notes from "his friend" who has a major crush on you and you figure out it's Dagoth Ur only when you get the directions to his house

twist: it's almalexia's idea somehow. ayem is like vehk. you know the fastest way to make dagoth ur not a threat anymore

vehk: :/

vehk: give him Nerevar back?

almalexia: *nodnod* give him nerevar back

[ageless-aislynn]

I've been just taking it really easy these past few days since I haven't felt very good, so I've been playing around with getting achievements for Dead Rising. The first day I played, I had Frank try on a bunch of different outfits, then I ended up leaving him in the last one he'd put on because I started working on something else. Now, I think it would kinda look weird to me if I changed it. So here's my Frank while I'm saving having a quick nap:

C'mon, Frank is WORKING that little black dress with the tasteful white shirt underneath, isn't he? The work boots make a good metaphorical statement for looking good but still able to do business. The business of... kicking zombies right in the face, yeah! 🧟🥾

And yes, he's laying his head on a mannequin leg. We were escorting a survivor, Greg, dang it, who had one little sliver of health left so I had to give him my health item so he could make it back alive and therefore I KEPT GETTING KILLED. I gave Greg a machine gun to defend himself with but he was bad about shooting me RIGHT in the back and killing me. Greg. 🤬 However, it worked out well when we opened the elevator that was packed full of zombies and I shoved Greg in front of me and he actually mowed them all down. Good job, Greg! *patpat* Anyway, we were heading back to the safe area and me and Frank were raining down THE LAW with a dumbbell that unfortunately broke. I was standing on some mannequin pieces and that's the first thing I could pick up. Hey, me and Frank work with what we have in order to save lives, man!

No, really, it was no problem. Happy to help. 😜

I was hoping to get a front and back shot in the mirror at the gym but it didn't work out that well. 🤷‍♀️

Frank and Jessie. I could ship it. *nodnods as if there was ever any doubt*

Heh, I just noticed the stick figures on the board behind them. 😂

Frank: "Look, Jessie, I have detailed out a plan where you and I will escape and live happily ever after!"

Jessie: "That's not the sort of game this is, Frank."

Frank: "Work with me, Jessie. I just dragged Machine Gun Greg all the way back to the safe room and died a whole bunch of times; I need some hope, okay???"

And on that graphic design is my passion note, I probably should get some sleep right about now, hm? 🤔😉😂

Anybody out there reading this who has played Dead Rising? Sound off if you have! 😎👍

Love you, frens, hope you're doing well! 🤗💖

PS - I can't blame Frank if his heart is torn, btw.

I'm pretty sure right now Frank is mentally adding a third stick figure to that board... 😜💖

Jessie: (yelling from the Security Room) "It's still not that sort of game, Frank!"

Frank: 🤷‍♂️

[otomiyaa]

Questions & Answers

Hi hi, finally some time to write this! Due to recent events I've been getting some questions from various people and I also have some questions for you guys so I'll try to do this in 1 post 😸

My answers:

Are you really not planning to write fics anymore?

That's the plan *nodnod*, but you know me. There's always a 'but' and a clown mask ready in my storage to put on if I happen to go against my own words. But the intention is to stop posting fics here, I'm too tired of it now lol. I might post a fic or two on AO3 once in a while, maybe write a collab with Mia if I feel like it. It's just... how do I say it.. my motivation to write more fics basically got washed down the drain together with blog #1. Let us see for how long that motivation swims in the sewers...

Can you reupload [fic name]?

If it's on my AO3, I won't. If it's not, hmm.... I probably also won't. But! It depends on the fic. Always feel free to ask, but please don't get angry when I say no! ^^ For now I have an exception: commissions. More about this down below in my question to you guys.

Why won't you try to get your old blog back?

It would require filing an objection against the copyright claims against me with all the legal risks, submitting my personal info from home address to name, and consenting to USA legal law stuffs bluhblahblah... :") For me too much of a hassle. I don't think my blog is worth it. Even if I don't know the exact details, I'm sure they're not wrong. Whether it's fair or not, most fandom stuff has copyright issues in the end, so I can't protest against the claims with 100% certainty it won't get me in real trouble. More info about this soon in another post!

My questions:

👇 only for those interested, feel free to comment, send ask or DM if you have can help :)

Do you have reblogs of my old posts?

To everyone who has some posts left on their blog that were mine, whether it's a headcanon, fic (still accessible one, so not a broken 'keep reading'- link), manga or anime scene, ask game, gif set or translation, if it's not too much trouble could you maybe comment on that post and @ me? Or... send me a link or smth in DM? Doesn't need to be every single trivial post. Maybe just the ones you liked most, or something... idk. I just might want to re-share a couple of posts here and it's so hard finding reblogs of my anonface-blog through search functions and stuff. Any help will be greatly appreciated!

P.S. I also found a lot of old posts, or posts that I liked (such as tickle art etc.) in the archives of @ticklygiggles, @ticklishdreams, @infrequent-creator - I hope you guys won't mind me making use of this (also thank you for the awesome support through the years afihs;ogojjoihgjn)!

Did you have a commission that was on my blog and do you prefer if this is reposted or not?

Some people 'bought' fics back when I had a shady kofi shop running and those fics were posted both on my AO3 and Tumblr (+ were sent in PDF format if requested). No matter how much you paid for the fic, part of the deal was that it would be posted on Tumblr so if by any chance you lost a commissioned fic and wish for me to repost this here on the new blog, please let me know...:3

Anything else? 👀

Well... With the loss of my account there were more things that went lost than just my fics, such as asks that were still in my inbox, DMs, personal stories and more. I did not back up anything and have zero overview and my memory is shit. If I am forgetting something, if you once sent me something and it's now gone (and you still have it), or if there's anything else I am missing smh, please let me know.

However please note that I am not planning to turn this blog into a copy of my previous one. If you submitted a fic to my old blog, I won't repost it here sadly (I hope you saved it). But if you posted an irl tickle story (I'll still accept these), a headcanon for your fav character or pairing or something else, I'll gladly accept it even if it's a copy of what you once sent to my old blog! With that said, I'll go back to finishing that second-to-last tickletober fic of mine... after I eat dinner. muhahah.

[zrisewrites]

Splotches of PainT: Comfy-Vember Day 1-5

A Victor Hunt backstory drabble, told from Arebella, his mother’s, POV. Prompted from the @comfy-vember event! :D

(I had to do five prompts in one ‘cause I got beHinD)

Word Count: 1.3k

Content Warnings: His father is mildly abusive to Arebella, she has a kn1fe at one point, their house smells like smoke. Lukas is way too adorable.

Notes: Victor is called Lukas in this drabble… Lukas is a stand in for his real name, bcs spoilers *nodnod*

Enjoy!

The world rushes by in a blur. Shimmering silver from the stars, rich greens from the fake trees littered about the streets, deep blues from the midnight air.

Lukas sits with his face pressed against the glass, like always. Eyes bright with wonder. I lean back against the seat cushions. Watching him. Hoping that light would never fade from his eyes… even through everything James put us through. Hoping he would keep that wonder.

I push to my feet, ignoring the splatter of pain spiking in my stomach, and step over to him, crouching by his chair. He turns to me, a wide grin stretched across his rosy cheeks. Grey eyes, sparkling with wonder.

“Mama, look! It’s like your paintings!” He says, eagerly turning back towards the window and pressing a finger to the glass. I match his smile, gazing out the window.

It did look like paint—gorgeous swirls of color, whirling through the air in a rush of adventure and spirit and creation.

“Maybe you should paint something like that, hm?” I say, poking his stomach. He giggles, catching my hand and clinging to it as the ship slows, hovering over the landing pad on our roof, then humming to the ground.

“Home sweet home.” I say softly, scooping him up into my arms. He grins, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing his cheek to my neck.

“Can we go paint, Mama?” He whispers, voice sweet against my ear.

“After I make dinner. You can get started—make some sketches for me, okay?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then ducking out of the ship. The wind whirls through the air, whipping my hair into my face as I hurry across the rooftop to the backdoor. Lukas lets out a whoop, spreading his tiny arms and grinning up at the fake sunlight filtering through the clouds.

I smile, pushing open the door and ducking into our home, playfully cupping my hand over his mouth. Listening to see if my husband was home, to see if my child could keep being happy or if he would have to silence himself. Again.

The halls smells of wispy smoke—tinted with cinnamon. A meager cover-up. The half a dozen vases of fragrant jasmines and roses hardly made a difference, but at least they brighten the room. The house stays silent, so I pat Lukas’s head, setting him down and pushing him towards my art study. “Go on, I’ll be up after I get dinner done.” I say, smiling again.

“Okay!” He cheers, pattering towards the study and disappearing inside.

I relax, pulling my hair into a neat bun as I hurry down the stairs to the main room, stabbing a black clothespin into my dark locks to hold them still. I pluck a dead petal from one of the jasmines on my way to the kitchen, holding it to my nose. Breathing in the last wisps of its sweet life.

The front door slams behind me. I jump, the petal tumbling from my fingertips as I turn around. James whirled through the living room, his briefcase clenched in his fist.

I glance away, sucking in a little breath to calm the race of my heart, and step into the kitchen, plucking a container of rice from the cabinet, then stepping over to the fridge.

His footsteps stop near the kitchen door. I can feel his gaze on me, boring into my back. I stay quiet, busying myself with pulling a tray of marinated chicken from the fridge, setting it out onto the counter along with a couple red peppers, a lemon, a bundle of cilantro—

“Where were you?”

I raise an eyebrow, turning to look at him, the cilantro rustling in my hand. “Sorry?”

His eyes narrow. A cold, steely grey. “I said, where were you?” He says, stepping towards me and tossing his suitcase onto the table with a clatter. I flinch, setting the cilantro down as he rounds the counter.

“Out. Looking at art.” I lie, tilting my hair. “Inspiration calls.”

He scoffs, stopping two feet away from me. “Really?” He drawls.

I nod, smiling faintly at him. “It was wonderful. There’s this new exhibition in town on modern graffiti—”

“I don’t think you have time for graffiti.” He snaps, slamming his fist down on counter. I flinch again, my gaze snapping to the ground. “Not with the house in shambles like this. If we had company over right now, I’d be ashamed. And rice and chicken again? That’s the second time this week. You’d think I don’t care for this house, or you, with that kind of food.”

“Well—what do you want, then?” I say, keeping my voice light as I turn back towards the vegetables, grabbing a knife and cutting board from the drawer. “I can head out to the store tomorrow and—”

His hand latches around my wrist, squeezing sparks of pain against my bones. I stop, glancing at him.

“Don’t you look away from me when I’m talking to you.” He growls, eyes boring into mine.

I hold his gaze, mind flickering between his crushing grip on my wrist and the knife I’m gripping in my hand.

I set the knife down.

Turning towards him again—“Alright. What do you want, dear, I’ll try to make it tomorrow.”

He scoffs, releasing my wrist and striding off towards the living room. “How about a clean house for once?.” He mutters, snatching up his briefcase and storming towards his study, disappearing down the hall. I watch him go, rubbing my wrist. My shoulders relax as he slams the door to his study.

There. At least two hours of quiet before he storms out again. Three hours if I brought him a drink, though that wasn’t worth the consequences afterwards. Not tonight.

Two hours was plenty of time.

I turn back towards the cutting board, chopping up the peppers, cilantro, a couple onions, then tossing them into the tray of chicken and sliding the whole thing into the oven.

There.

I set a timer for thirty minutes of cook time, then hurry back up the stairs, towards my study, snagging my apron from the wall before bursting into the room.

The walls dance with color—all vivid cyan and explosive magenta and blossoming emerald. Buckets and splotches of paint are littered all about the room, intertwined with stacks of canvases, rolls of papers, cups of brushes and old tea mugs and notebooks filled to the brim with life. Circles of colors spiral up the walls. Floor to ceiling windows flood the room with the hazy light of the sunset, with gauzy lavender curtains and delicate string of beads fluttering and jingling with the whispers of cool wind floating through the room.

Peace.

Lukas sits in the middle of it all, the tip of his tongue peeking out of a determined frown as he scribbles with a bright purple crayon in his sketchbook. He hums a little tune under his breath—one of our favorites, to sing together. I grin, shutting the door behind me. “How’s it going, Lukas?”

He glances over his shoulder, a bright smile breaking across his face. “Mama!”

I laugh, sweeping over and pulling him into my arms. He giggles, holding up his sketchbook, to reveal a kaleidoscope of colorful scribbles and dots all over the paper.

“Oh my goodness, a masterpiece!” I gasp, my eyes widening in amazement. Lukas laughs again, clambering out of my arms and over to a table in the corner, where his own little set of paints and paper lie.

“Can I paint it now, please?”

“Absolutely. Grab your apron and have at it.” I say, nodding at him, then stepping over to my own work in progress. A bright array of flowing blues, striking yellows and stabbing reds spill across the towering canvas.

I snag a paintbrush. Pressing a hand to my stomach, again, as the pain skitters through.

Maybe this would be a final, true masterpiece.

Or this could be the start of a whole, extraordinary series.

[leo-regulus]

I'm going to make your life 200% worse by pointing something out. Barok is pretty good at the dry, sarcastic humour. Even take his lines about Sholmes 'a god of detection, as it were' line even though lines at other times betray that he's totally read Randst and is in fact fed up with laymen suggesting tactics from the stories.

But note what he says about Karuma: "...It's not known to me." But we also know Genshin carried it 24/7, and we can extrapolate that like Kazuma, he probably didn't shut up about it. So if we assume that Barok totally knew Karuma, which he would, then we could argue that Barok's little "It's not known to me" was sarcastic in a "that FUCKING sword" way.

If we argue that Barok knows Karuma, and knows it well... how do we think he would have reacted to seeing the primary weapon of his brother's killer show up again after a decade, in the hands of a lawyer who just got McGilded off, and notably a lawyer who doesn't seem at all affiliated with Genshin Asogi? A lawyer who should absolutely not have Karuma?

Yeah, no wonder he was all freaked out during 1-3. He's back in the courtroom after five years and fucking Karuma is just right there and he has no idea why. No wonder his first move was to get defense and bitchy, he was recoiling from his trauma and going "hey what the FUCK".

Which honestly I think just makes his love for Ryuu even better. Obviously he learned during the ending of 2-3 how Karuma got involved but. I only think that learning that made him trust Ryu More, because he'd know exactly how important Karuma is to the Asogi clan, and how much Ryuu tried.

Nodnod.

live footage of what my friends experience when i explain baroryuu

[bakatenshii]

OH like for example, Kenma had me acting more introverted and wearing hoodies and drinking energy drinks at 3AM LMAOOO

U nailed it Angel!!! Have confidence bb❤️❤️❤️❤️ don’t be so hard on urself😭

OMGOMG YES!! yesyes amu from shugo chara had me foregoing my like stupidly loud obnoxious personality to be ~cool calm collected~ and mysteriooous but obv everyone around me was like what in the fuck is ur problem this week aoaioakaoakao && i think if i look back i deffo was inspired by misa from maidsama and misa from death note to uh. honestly idek what they did to me i just know they changed my dna and my whole existence HAHAHAHA

[komcrebi-moved]

also !! I've gone ahead and cleared out my inbox from any old ask memes, so feel free to fill'er up as much as you want!!

[starpros-sunshine]

when you arrive in your new country with your new name and new identity, do not draw close to the person with a warm smile and a laugh that could make the sun blush. they are a bunch of moles in a trenchcoat who have stolen a priceless chandelier and they WILL frame you for the theft if they are caught

Taking notes nodnod but say what if I fake my identity while faking my identity and when they try to frame me they will have to frame someone that doesn't exist on the documents?

[tokusaatsus]

HIHIHI ur famous reze always remember me okay even when you reach 10k on here

Can I have 21. "i've waited for so long just to say that to you." + nazuna 🤧🤧🤧🤧 *falls over*

NITO NAZUNA + 21: "i've waited for so long just to say that to you."

warnings: none. just fluff

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”

Nazuna hums as you pad sleepily into the kitchen to wrap your arms around his waist as he scrapes the beautifully-shaped hotcakes out of the pan and onto a plate already piled high with those delicious treats and topped with fluffy-looking whipped cream and cutely cut fruit slices. “Mm. What’s all this?”

He laughs. “Silly, can’t I just want to spoil you sometimes? You’ve been working so hard lately, I wanted to do something nice for you.”

You smile dazedly at him. Sometimes you can’t believe that 7 years ago, you were lucky enough to end up with someone as perfect as him… “Okay.”

Nazuna deposits the plate onto the kitchen counter. Clasping your hands together, you chirp, “Thank you for the meal~” It’s delicious, as anything created by Nazuna is. The pancakes are light, and the fruits are tart and sweet. Paired with the whipped cream, it’s a burst of flavour across your tongue. “Oh my God, this is soooo good? Nazu, I love you~”

“Haha, I love you too ♪” He laughs, but there’s something strange in his eyes.

“Is something wrong? You can talk to me about anything, you know.” You add, and he gives you a crinkly-eyed smile. I know.

“Well…” He starts, after a few moments’ silence. You put down your utensils, sensing that he has something important to say. “I will admit, I had…ulterior motives when I made you this breakfast.” I knew it. You nod, silently telling him to continue.

He takes a quick breath, and places a small box on the table. You stiffen. Is that…what you think it is? “Y/N, my dear. I love youw.” His stutter makes a faint reappearance, which is how you can tell he’s increasingly anxious. “I know youw know this, but I’ve wouved you for mouwe than a decade. These past 7 years have been the best of my life, and I hope they’ve been the same fouw youw.” He flicks open the box, revealing a simple gold band with a ruby-eyed rabbit engraved on it. You place your hands over your mouth.

“Y/N. Will youw make me the happiest man awive, and mawwy me?”

“Yes!” You shriek, launching yourself off the seat to wrap him in a hug. “Yes, yes a thousand times, a million times!”

He catches you easily, a faint smile on his features as he slips the ring onto your finger. “I’ve waited for so long just to say that to you.”

“I’m glad you did it.” You say.

“I’m glad I did it too.”

notes!

WC: 432 words

reze txt HI LILI <333 somehow everything i write for u ends up?? so long?? HELP ur rlly feeding my brainworms ahahah <33 AND WHO SAID ANYTHIGN ABT 10K??? no way lol but i will always remember u nodnod <33 ANYWAYS!! enjoy ur nazu <333