#my yearly background change

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Yandere Boarding School Part 2, (Faculty)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, smoking, horny posting.

(AN: Part Two has been reuploaded after a takedown, godspeed @yanderereblogs for saving it! Mmmmmm, old men. Everyone pictured as a student is OF LEGAL AGE TUMBLR MODS HOP OFF MY DICK.

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters Son or Daughter!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Ridgemoore Academy being an all male school, this makes it easier to imagine a world where reader is allowed in the school. Now, let's focus on the faculty...

◇ Mr. Joel Murphy, who teaches the majority of the 'life skills' classes at the school. The school being all-boys is very traditional, and teaches things like game hunting and orienteering, which is why they hired a manly-man like Joel. If only they knew what a bitter grump he is. An ex-sheriff of the nearby town, he decided to leave the force after realizing there was no real crime in the small, privileged town, and decided to take up an easy job at the school. Unfortunately, he realized his love for camping and hunting is warped into what he considers 'frilly shit for rich little boys'. He's gruff, barking out orders and easily been exasperated at the sheer incompetence of the boys.

"Shoot one quail, and these boys act like they killed a bear..."

He thought about retiring from yet another job, as living on the ritzy campus just doesn't feel like home to him, and lord knows he's not fond of his job. However, things change when you arrive. Whether you're a delinquent or a little more sweet and obedient, he likes you. If you're a delinquent, he likes seeing a little hell-raiser kick up some shit at the fancy school. If you're sweet or shy, he gets protective. Nice youngins' like you shouldn't be thrown in amongst these spoiled weasels.

He's sure to help you if you need it, a gentle hand on your back as his burly chest presses against your shoulder blades, adjusting your position against the butt of a rifle. Standing by while you're on hands and knees trying to light a fire, making sure none of the boys are trying to get a look at your assessts. Not that he isn't going to, but he justifies it to himself as just making sure your school shorts/skirt is regulation. He's protecting your modesty. After class hours, come to him with any issues, or shit, even his room. He'll put on some coffee and ask you to help him create a curriculum that 'reaches the kids', as your father instructed him to. It's cozy, the fancy school adnorments thrown away for medals and plaques, national parks posters and a few old family photos. He'll keep you tucked in on his warm couch while he strays from curriculum talk to stories of his time in the scouts and on the force. Tells you about how much he loves just... laying out under the stars with somebody special, to sit around a campfire with friends, then slyly ask is you've ever had somebody to do that with. He knows you're younger than him, and he struggles with the idea that you won't want him cause of it, so for now, he'll bask in the feeling of seeing you curled up in his room, keeping the idea of picking you up and having you accept his cock to himself. If you can get pregnant, his fists his cock to the thought of that too. He's not some horned up boy, he wants you in the long term.

He looooooves the yearly orienteering final, in which the students in the class are made to go on an actual camping trip. It's possible a tent will 'accidentally' go missing, leaving you to bunk with him. Don't worry, nothing bads gonna happen while you've got this burly bear of a man practically spooning you, warm gut from his dad-bod pressed against you as he tries his best to make sure he doesn't scare you.

"Sorry those damn boys left your tent back at the school, kiddo. I... wouldn't be suprised of one of them did it on purpose, little bastards." He grumbles, hoping you'll take the hint to separate yourself from those immature preps and stick to being with a man who can treat you right. "Remember that lesson from a couple weeks ago, on body heat? I know it's awkward, but we've only got one sleeping bag. You feel like you can trust this old man to keep you warm?" Unfortunately for his ego and trying to keep down his urges, the trees aren't going to be the only wood in the morning.

◇ Mr. Paul Burton, head of the arts department. He's so over this, a once decent artist who dabbled in pop art and theatre only to stop getting gigs and be black-listed after offending several more famous artists, calling their work 'sell-out chic', he's now a burn-out who smokes and ignores his students all class. He's passionate about art, but frankly he doesn't want tow aste his time teaching when he knows these rats are taking his class for easy credit. He's only teaching here to utilize the facilities and studios so he's not living in a van in the Walmart parking lot. A mix of hippie culture, live and let live and cynical burnout, he's so. Fucking. Done. But... maybe you change that for him.

You're interesting, a headmasters child who doesn't fit in to your fathers perfect mold? Maybe a rebellious student who goes against the grain of this perfect school. Or a blooming ray of sunshine in this dark den of privilege and conformist curriculum for the future lawyers of the world. Either way, he's found a new muse. See him after class.

He'll be thrilled if you're into art, let him guide you. Tell him your favorite artists and he'll tell you when he threw up on there shoes by accident in his hey-day. Gossip about a student you don't like, he'll listen while he smokes and tell you about how that guys mom hit on him. He loves to gossip, but he loves to watch you create more. The way your hands shape a vase or brush across a canvas light a fire in him he hasn't felt in a while. He's more willing to forgo the age gap between you, while it's never something he considered before, he knows he's not gonna let go of the one thing that makes him feel like he lives again. Besides, he's always been unconventional.

He'll have you stay after class, maybe he'll have you pose nude for a painting, assuring you it's fins, it's platonic, it's just for the love of art. He chooses and extra large canvas, it lets him paint while he relieves himself as you explain you're getting cold. He'll put on some artsy, silent, black and white film from the 30s, and while you watch and slowly realize it's pornographic, He'll grin to himself while he watches you flush. He'll ask you all sorts of questions about your thoughts on the film, the actors, what they're doing. He really wants to figure out how experienced you are. "What do you think of the composition? It's really carnal, you know?" He puts out his cigarette. "I'm glad I can show this to you, you'll actually appreciate it. You're not giggling like an idiot when some guys penis is out on the screen." He groans, thinking of his other students.

He does actually like one student, though they make an odd pair. Joseph's easily spooked and shy personality clashes with the brash older man's, but he's glad to have someone he can think of as a protege. Someone who loves art as much as him, but get isolated for it. He was doing a portfolio look over when Joseph accidentally turned in the wrong folder. Joseph feels like he might die as Mr. Burton, a man he admires, flips through nude pictures of the object of his affection, and at a distance no less. A part of him wants to rip it away, but he needs this scholarship.

"Please, please, sir! I-I'll never do it again, it was just a phase, I didn't mean for you to see-"

"They're good." Mr. Burton flips through the folder. "Real good. You could really get somewhere with these, maybe not in the fine art scene, but... tell you what." He adjusts his glasses and leans forward on his desk. "We'll do a special session, you and me, yeah? I'll get your friend here, and I'll vouch for your integrity so you can take some less-" he purses his lips. "Stalker-ish pics- Jesus, kid, is that taken from a tree?"

☆ Anatoli Sidorov, probably the best paid staff given how they got him here. He's a Russian coach for a former Olympic Russian swim team, and he joined the prestigious American school to escape shame after he 'resigned' post a doping scandal which he swears he wasn't involved in. (Whether he was or not is your choice.) Still, he's led the boys swim team and track team to nationals several times, and he's a legend among the wealthy benefactors of the school. He's outwardly very serious, hard on his team but respectful of them. He doesn't put up with any unruly or unsportsmanlike behavior from his boys, at least not what he can see. He's very nice deep down, intellectual and funny, though he still struggles with American humor and English.

He adores you when he meets you, milking about with the other students before class. You seem genuinely social, and wanting to fit in. The idea someone could be so welcoming warms his heart. Deep down, he misses his home, and he misses the friends he once had. You're warm, and he likes that. Not to mention, you're a looker. He's embarrassed, especially if you're male, seeing as he never considered swinging the other way, and much less with someone younger. But he can't help but stare when your pretty tits bounce as you run, or the way those jogging shorts hardly conceal your bulge. He even pulled you to the side one to scold you for not wearing regulation gym clothes, before realizing they were and awkwardly sending you back into class. That was a moment of self-reflection for him.

He's not necessarily outwardly softer to you, you might even think he doesn't like you, given that he has you stay late to run or jump rope, or constantly pulls you into time out mid-game. It's all for your own good, trust him. He doesn't like the way some of the boys were looking at you, and he could tell Evan was a only a play away from trying to practically hump you while trying to 'get the ball'. He's made Harrison, who he loves as a player, run laps for talking to you for only a few minutes. He hates feeling like a jealous boy, but he can't help it. You make him feel young.

He establishes a private locker room area for you, since you're the headmasters kid and not an official student. Besides, you're clearly being harassed by the others! So, he's got a nice little closet for you, with a not suspicious air freshener that's not a hidden camera, and a private key only you have access to. (Technically that's true, he just has a bypass key for himself.) He'll snatch a pair of boxers or some panties, slipping them into his track coat for later. Eventually, he'll tell you he's worried you aren't able to catch up to the others, given that you arrived later and started the gym curriculum later than the others. He'll start having extra 'make-up' workouts with you, starting with stretching. One leg uo on the bar, you'll have to excuses his cold hand running along your thigh, or stroking over your chest as him just admiring how your strength and flexibility is evolving. He relishes the feeling of your body on his, groping you under the guise of training and resisting the urge to just slip aside your gym shorts and veg you to take him.

"Little star, part 'dem a little, there ve go." He keeps your legs parted as he works you into a position on your back, against the rubber mats the tumbling team had laid out. He lays just over you, pushing your legs back a little further with his arms, just far away enough to keep you from noticing his hard on, but enough to lightly press it against the plush swell of your ass. Good, let's just- fuck- hold. Let's hold."

☆ Kory Koffman, English teacher and part time librarian! The school outs so much effort into sports, both admin and students seem to forget about him. Hell, the library is used so little they fired the librarian, and he took it upon himself to try and care for the building himself. He's a sweet, shy man, who just wants to share his passion for literature with others. However, unlike Mr. Burton, he was never popular or famous, so he's content to keep to himself, but the loneliness does get to him.

When you wandered into his library one day, maybe looking for a book or seeking refuge from a hoarde ofadmirers, he was happy to welcome you into his little safe haven. He'll give you some warm tea from the little coffee machine he has set up, and sit you down. Let him help you find a book, or tell you about his creative writing class? He'd let you join, even late in the semester! It's not a very full class.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself craving the attention of another, of someone else's company, other than his books. He hasn't felt that need for connection since he was a boy, after his momma passed. He'll do anything to keep you there, and if reading isn't your thing, much to his chagrin, he'll add a DVD section to the library, but only good films and classic for you! No Adam Sandler, those movies are to overstimulating for poor Mr. Koffman.

As his feelings turn romantic, he's ashamed. You're a student, and he's a lonely old man, you deserve someone better, someone your age. However, the thought of you being with any of the many students who mock him in the halls or disrupt his class, the thought of hand you over to those-those imbeciles, hurts him. He wants you, and he's ashamed at the way his trousers go tight when you bend over to get a fallen book, or when you hand him his glasses after he misplaced them (again), the fact he just stares at your finger prints for awhile and refuses to clean the lens. He's not had sex in a long, long time, but he finds himself masturbating more than he ever did when he was younger. He'll watch library security footage openly, moaning and whimpering at his desk with no fear anybody will stop in, no one ever does but you. He wants you as his spouse, you already make his library, his home away from home seem brighter, imagine what you could do for his actual apartment.

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you, it's been a bit." He's a little bitter at that last statement, but adjusts his glasses and continues. "Just remember to stop by often, okay? I'd really, really hate to impose the late policy on you..."

☆ Atticus Critch, the schools latin instructor and head sponsor of student body, (not to mention the man in charge of detention), is a strict disciplinarian. He takes no nonsense from anyone, and despises the behavioral pardons given to boys like Evan or Harrison simply because they are athletes. Peter is obviously his favorite, and when he catches wind of the ways the boys around campus are speaking about you, he decides to take it upon himself to remove the distraction, by having Carter trail you and give you detention for minor inconveniences. Carter isn't particularly thrilled at always having to send you to detention instead of extorting you to get his rocks off, but he's hoping maybe he'll get to 'monitor' detention one of these days.

Initially, Mr. Critch has you doing small tasks, writing lines or organizing things, but soon he starts to see the appeal. If you're a good student for the most part, he's determined to keep you good, and away from all the vermin in this school. If you're bad, he's had plenty of experience in taming brats. He's open with his sexual desires, it his growing affection for you that makes him struggle.

If you've stayed out too late and broke curfew, you can spend detention on your knees, suckling his cock into the late hours. Maybe you've been running around with Tyler. He'll make you lay down on his desk and deny you your climax over and over again, asking 'if not making you cum' is what that boy does to you, never fully satisfying you. He'll make you beg to finish, and to promise you'll be good from now on.

"Come on, repeat it. Tell me you'll be good now, that you won't bother with BOYS-" He annuciates with a thrust, "When you have a man right here, whose willing to take time out of his day to discipline you!" One the amorous session is over though, he definitely softens, trying to prove he's more than a boy in many ways, including good aftercare. He'll dress your limp form back up in your uniform and walk you get you a cup of water from the fountain. "Only ten minutes till your detention is over, dear. Just sit there, take some time to reflect on how you got here." His tone is demeaning, but as he pets your scalp, his touch is so feather-light. Don't expect is to last into the next day though.

[pneumaticpresence]

With each incremental turn of one cog, the rest of the system responds. Insects and animals have evolved to time their hibernations and breeding times precisely to small signals from the system: a change in humidity, a lengthening of the light hours of the day, a small rise or fall in temperature.

“When I arrived here in 1963 the dry season was four months. Today, it is six months,” Janzen says. Insects that typically spend four months underground, waiting for the rains, are now forced to try to survive another two months of hot, dry weather. Many are not succeeding.

Alongside the changing seasons are other shifts, such as in rainfall or humidity. “It’s just a general disruption of all the little cues and synchronies that would be out there,” Janzen says. Across the entire clock of the forest, plants and creatures are falling out of sync. In the background, the temperature is rising.

“The killer – the cause that’s pulling the trigger – is actually water,” says Wagner. For insects, staying hydrated is a unique physiological challenge: rather than lungs, their bodies are riddled with holes, called spiracles, that carry oxygen directly into the tissue.

“They’re all surface area,” says Wagner. “Insects can’t hold water.” Even a brief drought lasting just a few days can wipe out millions of humidity-dependent insects.

Some ecologists now believe these declines could mark a new era in which the changing climate overtakes other forms of human damage as the biggest driver of extinction.

“We’re at a new point in human history,” Wagner says. Up until the last decade, “the major drivers of biodiversity losses around the planet were really land degradation and land loss, habitat loss. But I think now that climate change is by far exceeding that.”

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Today, as well as being an ecologist Wagner feels he has taken on a second role – as an elegist for disappearing forms of life.

“I’m an optimist, in the sense that I think we will build a sustainable future,” Wagner says. “But it’s going to take 30 or 40 years, and by then, it’s going to be too late for a lot of the creatures that I love. I want to do what I can with my last decade to chronicle the last days for many of these creatures.”

Decades on from his months spent bound to the rocking chair, Janzen still watches. He records the yearly data, the shifts in dominant species. But today, there is so much less to see. Once, when he and Hallwachs would type up their notes in the night, they would pitch a tent in the living room to protect their computers from thousands of moths that flocked to the blue glow. Now, they work with the house open to the forest air. “I find myself saying, ‘Winnie! A moth has arrived at the light on my laptop,’” Janzen says. “One moth.”

Elsewhere in their profession, some scientists are starting to look away. “We know quite a number of entomologists who have experience dating back to the 70s, 80s or 90s,” Hallwachs says. “One of our very good friends – he now does not have the emotional courage to hang up a sheet to collect moths at night. It is too devastating to see how few there are.”

[herotome]

Devlog #177

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I'm gonna try to be rather more transparent than usual in this devlog because aiyaiyai... not gonna lie y'all, I've been feeling a bit disheartened. Not from any one thing! There's no bad guy boogeyman bringing me down! It's just like... woof, game development is a lot.

Some time ago, my country enacted some new policies that forced Paypal to make a lot of changes. I had to (or thought I had to??) get an actual business license and jump through a lot of hoops to make sure I'd still be able to receive and withdraw money from my Paypal account.

For the most part, it all worked out. I'm able to receive money from Ko-Fi and from taking commissions, and I'm able to send money to purchase Herotome's art assets (a new CG and backgrounds are coming along fantastically!)... but ever since the changes, itch.io has consistently had issues with my Paypal account.

I don't know why it's only them. I'm still trying to figure it out. I have a pending ticket with them right now to determine why my most recent itch.io payout has been in review for 65 days.

For a while I tried to switch itch's payouts to Payoneer, but Payoneer charges a yearly fee of $30.00 unless you receive $2,000/year on their platform. I don't have enough itch income to justify the cost.

So I've been trying to switch itch back to paypal and it's been... difficult. It shouldn't be so difficult. It feels shameful that people are trying to support me through itch's site, and their money either never reaches me or goes straight into payoneer's yearly fee.

But if I make a post on itch saying "Hey, itch isn't working well with me on the financial side, you can support me on Ko-Fi instead!"... then I have to draw and post more Ko-Fi expressions, and I'm already so behind on those.

You may be thinking "Well, forget about itch! You can put Herotome on steam instead!" but putting a game on steam also involves jumping through a lot of hoops - to the point where there's services that offer to do it for you (so you'll have to pay the steam fee and for the service).

... So I guess that's a big part of my stress and disheartening feelings right now lol, I have boogeymen after all and they are itch and paypal. But uh, I'm also struggling with feelings of the game feeling like a neverending Sisyphian task, no matter how much I write or how much progress I make, it's never enough...

You guys would probably enjoy playing what I'm working on right now though, right? I have to try and hold onto that thought. I have a few fun scenes mostly done. I don't have expressions coded for any of them...... but writing-wise, I think they're pretty good. Maybe I can hire someone to code in preliminary expressions. It'd be a lot of work for me to onboard, give them context and access to assets, but it could be worth it. I'll think it over

Uhhh. Okay, things I actually did last week -

I rewrote a scene to give Warden more agency; the player now gets a brief 1x1 scene to talk with him BEFORE the free time LI-selection section, and I think y'all will like it.

I also drew a new expression for nurse Jordan

This is how I feel about my payout drama with itch. Hahahaha. Ahh...

Hopefully my ticket gets resolved soon and everything works out smoothly from now on, so I can concentrate more on the actual game.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[twinklingstarlightdiaries]

How to intentionally create your 2025 vision board

© Photos are from Pinterest

I started making vision boards in 2021 when everything felt overwhelming, and I had all these dreams and goals I wanted to achieve. As a visual learner, it definitely helped me visualize and picture what I want my future to look like.

And as time went on and I made a yearly vision board, I adapted and changed how I go about organizing and creating it. Personally, I believe there isn’t any “right” way when it comes to creating your vision board - your vision board is an embodiment of you and at the end of the day, it’s what feels right for you.

But I also believe it is important to be intentional when it comes to creating your board for the year. Inherently we have a plethora of goals and dreams that we would try to cram into a year in order to see and make progress in our lives. However, because we don’t change our lives in flashes of brilliance but rather, through a slow process that will ultimately result in breakthroughs (Weist, 111), when it comes to planning your year ahead and making your vision board, it’s good to consider a less-is-more approach. 

For instance:

Make a list in your notes app of the specific areas of your life that you really want to focus on this year and add more details of what exactly you're looking to achieve. For example, in health I'd like to start taking gym classes and make healthier breakfast meals.

Select which format you'd like to use; I shifted from making my vision board a collage to making it on Pinterest! This was mainly because I like to change my phone backgrounds and laptop backgrounds often and since I use Pinterest regularly, it felt like a better format for me. I’ve also seen videos where some use Notion as well. Ultimately, it’s whichever feels right for you!

This is where the less-is-more approach comes in: select three photos maximum that best fits your goals. It’s aesthetically pleasing to have a lot of photos all put together but sometimes it can be overwhelming for your brain. The point of a vision board is to help your mind ingrain these aspirations thereby assisting the process of taking action. Selecting a few pictures that look like they’re from your point of view or you can imagine yourself in can help your mind to become more focused on that specific goal.

Optional: Screenshot your list you made in your notes app and include it in your board just as a reminder of what your goals are!

Overall, a vision board is another way to assist in organizing your aspirations and helping you take action. And as aspirational and determined as we are, it is important to remember to not pile too much onto your plate, and thereby your vision board. Take it one step at a time and allow that momentum to build.

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open to all fandoms! my strongest suits are jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, one piece, and naruto.

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⚡︎ one, when you send your ask, please attach a photo of your f/o, preferably face front. tell me if u want the photo as is or if you want anything changed. please tell me what expression they'll be wearing, whether you want to add accessories or if you want me to copy bruno mars's fit with the ballcap backwards and the sunglasses (like i did with baji). the more specific you are with the details, the better!

⚡︎ two, attach a representation of your face—a picrew, a sim, or even a selfie. do tell me what type of facial expression you want as well. don't worry, i won't post the asks and will delete them right after! i usually use procreate's eyedropper to pick specific colors but if you think the lighting is off or the colors are inaccurate in your picrew/sim/selfie, you can send me hex codes of your skin color, hair color, eye color, and lip color. if there is anything else you want to add such as accessories, please let me know. again, the more specific you are with details, the better!

⚡︎ three, keep your asks/DMs open should i have any questions. if you have concerns, don't hesitate to drop by my ask box/DMs as well.

⚡︎ four, please be patient with me. i will do my best to grant everyone's wishes and just, enjoy doing this without pressure or anxiety lol. i thought of this event bc i finally finished my yearly to-draw list so i'm free besides my pending commissions. i also need to give back to this community that has been nothing but nice to me ♡

the inspiration for this theme was my upcoming birthday art for thee satoru gojo which was apt-inspired. i will start posting finished products on the days leading up to christmas and hopefully finish it all before christmas.

i will message you back to let you know whether you secured a slot or not. please check this post occassionally to know whether there are more slots available.

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[suku-enthusiasts]

chapter thirteen || unexpected the expected - s. ryomen

❛ ❜ sukuna ryomen x f!reader || modern au

❝Growing up with the pink haired boy, it was no surprise when he put a ring on your finger when you both turned eighteen. The young man Sukuna Ryomen Itadori knew your dark life at home with your family, desperately trying to take you away. Until he is sentenced to 10 years of prison for keeping true to his vows… “I promise you with all of my being, I will protect you in anyway I have to, til the day I die.” And protects you he does…❞

cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol/weed. hurt/trauma. family trauma. consent/non consent. smut . anxiety. death.

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“I have my yearly check-up tomorrow,” you murmured as you lifted your fork to your lips, the flickering television bathing the room in a soft, bluish glow. The scent of roasted vegetables and the quiet hum of a sitcom played between you like background static. Sukuna, sprawled beside you on the couch in sweatpants and a worn black t-shirt, didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m off tomorrow,” he replied casually, his tone easy, familiar. “I’ll take ya.” You smiled faintly, but your appetite faded. You pushed your plate away and folded your legs beneath you, turning to face him. “Hey, Sukuna?” He didn’t move at first, but the use of his full name had his eyes cutting toward you. Not "babe" or "Suku"—just his name. It always meant you were about to open a door to something heavier, and he respected that. “Yeah?” he asked, his gaze softening slightly. You hesitated, then let the question fall from your lips, quiet but sincere. “What’s something you’ve enjoyed the most… since getting out?”

Sukuna blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift in mood, but not uncomfortable. He let the silence settle before answering. “This,” he said simply, gesturing at the half-eaten plates, the blanket pulled over your legs, and the dim TV light spilling across the room. “Watching TV with you. Eating a home-cooked meal.” His tone dropped slightly, becoming more tender. “And waking up to you. Not to the sound of keys or someone shouting down a hallway, not to metal bars or that damn cement slab they called a bed… but to sunlight creeping through those curtains and touching your skin like it’s never known anything cold. That’s something I’ll never take for granted again.” Your heart swelled at his words, and your smile trembled as your eyes dropped to your lap. No matter how much time passed, he still had the power to unravel you with honesty. But there was more. Something heavier sitting just beneath your ribs. “Why did you refuse to see me?” you asked softly, watching him closely. “When you were in prison. Why didn’t you let me come?”

The question landed like a stone. His entire posture changed. The way his shoulders tightened, the twitch in his jaw, the flicker in his eyes—it told you the answer before he even tried to speak. He rubbed his hands over his face, calloused palms dragging down his cheeks with a sigh that sounded years old. “I just…” he paused, searching for words. “I didn’t think that was a place you should ever be. You were already carrying so much. What your father did to you… the trial… the press… I didn’t want to add to that by letting you see me behind bars, in chains, caged like an animal.”

“But I wanted to be there for you,” you said, voice catching. “I know,” he murmured, lowering his hands. “But I wasn’t just locked up, I was… a fucking wreck. Angry. Not at you—never at you—but at myself. At everything. I’d look in the mirror and see a man who failed to protect the only person who’s ever really mattered. I should’ve done something sooner. I should’ve seen it, stopped it. But I didn’t. And when I finally snapped… I didn’t think about who was watching. I didn’t think about how it made you look.” You reached for his arm, your fingers curling over the warm muscle of his bicep. He was still so solid, still your shelter even when he thought he wasn’t worthy of being one. “I love you,” you whispered. “With every broken part of me that you never walked away from.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek, and for a moment, everything felt still—like the world had finally quieted.

Then the knock came. Three firm raps at the front door. Both of your heads turned instinctively, tension crackling through the room like electricity. “Did you invite someone?” you asked, brows knitting, “No.” Sukuna was already standing, a protectiveness setting into his spine as he moved toward the front hall. “Wait here. Let me check.” You followed him halfway, staying in the living room’s threshold as he opened the door. The air changed.

“I would like to speak to my daughter,” came the voice, and your stomach dropped. Your mother stood there—so much older than you remembered. Her face wore time like guilt, her hands clutching a tray of cookies like a peace offering that wouldn’t hold. “You shouldn’t be here,” Sukuna snapped before you could move, his arms folding across his chest like a stone barrier. “Turn around.”

“Suku…” you said gently, brushing past him and stepping into view. Your eyes widened with disbelief. “Mom?” She nodded, her voice small. “I… I just wanted a moment of your time.” Behind her, your sister climbed out of a car and approached the porch with a harried sigh. “Sorry, I was on the phone with work.” You looked between them both, your heart thudding. “What is going on?”

“She’s been wanting to talk to you for a while,” your sister explained. “And she wouldn’t stop asking. She needed to come today.” Sukuna scoffed darkly. “And who the hell are you to make that decision for my wife?”

“Sukuna,” you said, laying a hand on his chest, your eyes pleading with his. “Can I talk to them? Just for a bit. On the porch. Alone.” He stared down at you, jaw flexing as he assessed your expression. With a begrudging sigh, he finally stepped aside. But not before pointing directly at your mother with a warning that could cut steel. “If I hear you disrespect her,” he growled, “I will drag you off this porch myself.” With that, he turned on his heel and stormed back into the house. You gave your mother a small, cool smile. “Let’s sit.” You guided her with a soft hand on her back, pulling out a chair for her like a courteous stranger rather than a daughter. She seemed surprised by the tenderness, unsure how to react to the woman you’d become—poised, calm, composed. “Sukuna’s temper…” she murmured, her hands nervously picking at the edge of the napkin under the cookies.

“Doesn’t he have the right to one?” you asked without missing a beat, your voice calm, but sharp, she looked down. “I understand,” she said. “But I’m just… an old woman. I could never hurt my daughter.” You nodded once. “Abuse doesn’t always leave bruises. Sometimes it’s quieter. Sometimes it’s the things you didn’t say. The people you didn’t protect me from. Sometimes… it’s pride. And denial. And pretending you didn’t hear me crying in the bathroom at night.” Your mother’s eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t soften. Not yet. You had waited too long for this moment. Too long to be heard. “I was just a little girl,” you continued. “And all I wanted was for someone to choose me over him. But you didn’t. Not once.” Her lips trembled, but she said nothing. You folded your hands together in your lap and finally looked her in the eye. “So say whatever you came to say. But understand this isn’t a reunion. It’s a reckoning.” And with that, the evening air thickened with a silence that promised truth would soon be laid bare.

“Mother…” you began, folding your hands tightly in your lap, your voice quiet but firm. “I have a darling husband inside making dinner for me, and I don’t have all the time in the world. So if you came here to say something, I’d appreciate if you just… said it, so we can move forward. Or not.” The air between you stretched, taut and fragile. Your mother sat on the porch chair across from you, the tray of cookies still trembling in her lap. Her eyes darted down, then up, and finally she let out a breath she’d clearly been holding. “Alright,” she murmured. “I… I’m sorry.” Your stomach twisted. “I know ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t fix anything. Not really. And I know it doesn’t begin to cover the pain I allowed… but it’s all I can offer you. I let that man—” her voice faltered, “I let your father do those things to you. And I live with that guilt every day.” You stayed silent, jaw clenched as your heart pounded behind your ribs. “I was scared,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Terrified he’d do the same things to your sister. She was so sick all the time… so frail. I thought—I thought if I could just keep her safe…”

“What about me?” you cut her off sharply, eyes locked on hers, unwavering, and she froze. “I should have protected you both,” she said softly, guilt washing over her face. “I never worked. Never went to school. He provided for me… and without him, I had nothing. I didn’t know how to survive without him.”

“So,” you said slowly, bitterness creeping into your voice, “you let me be molested my entire life… because you didn’t want to get a job?”

Tears immediately pooled in her eyes, her lips parting. “My dear… I was so young. So naïve. He was all I knew.” You stared at her, unblinking. “So because he was all you knew, because you didn’t have an education or a safety net, that gave you permission to ignore what was happening right under your roof? That justified the nights I cried myself to sleep? That excused the bruises, the panic attacks, the shame I carried into the relationship I have?” She said nothing. Just looked down. And that silence? It told you everything. You let out a cold laugh, shaking your head. “Why did you push so hard for Sukuna to go to prison?” Your mother’s eyes snapped up, wounded and defensive. “Because he killed a man.”

“That man,” you said slowly, your voice trembling now, “raped me. Touched me from the time I was three until I was nineteen. He tried again that day. What did you expect my husband to do?”

“He didn’t have to kill him, Y/N!” your mother cried. “But he did,” you said. “And thank God he did. That was the only way I was ever going to be free. It was the only way you were ever going to be free. You got everything you wanted, didn’t you? You got the house. The insurance. You became a widow without having to share a bed with a monster. And yet… you wanted my husband to suffer for protecting me? For saving my life?” You let the question hang heavy in the air. “Sukuna has never been good for you,” your mother snapped suddenly, her voice rising. “Look at him—he looks like a criminal!” You stood abruptly, heart pounding, hands shaking. “That man you call a criminal?” you whispered, “He is the gentlest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever known.” She scoffed. You kept going.

“He has never hurt me. He’s never even raised his voice at me in anger. He makes me tea every morning. Rubs my feet every night, even when his hands are sore from work. He kisses my shoulder when he walks by, calls me ‘baby’ when I’m crying, runs my bath when I’ve had a bad dream. He stops in the middle of making love to me when I flinch—because of what your husband did to me.” Your voice cracked. You were trembling now, shoulders heaving with barely restrained emotion. “He might be covered in tattoos. He might have a foul mouth and a temper. But he is kind. He is patient. And he’s mine. He didn’t have to treat you with respect, but he did. Because he’s a better human being than you’ll ever be.” Your voice broke then, the tears spilling before you could stop them. That was when you heard the porch door open behind you.

Sukuna’s footsteps were heavy but slow as he approached, his expression dark and unreadable. He’d heard everything. “You don’t get to talk about him like that,” you whispered hoarsely, turning back to your mother. “He is not a criminal. He is not the villain. He is my husband. My hero. And you will not take him from me. Do you understand me?” Your mother’s lip quivered, but she said nothing. Only nodded, silent tears trailing down her face. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” you said quietly. “Not today. Maybe not for a long time. This… this is too much for one afternoon.”

You wiped your face, turning toward Sukuna. He was already reaching for you, pulling you gently into his chest. You collapsed into him, face pressed against his collarbone, sobbing uncontrollably. “I think it would be best if you two left,” Sukuna said calmly over your shoulder, one hand cradling your back. “Please.” Your sister gave him a look—full of apology, full of regret—but he didn’t falter. “We need space. We need to heal.” And with that, he walked you back inside. Closed the door behind him. Locked it. You stayed like that for what felt like hours, curled into him, soaking his shirt with your tears. His arms never left you. He didn’t rush you. Didn’t ask you to stop crying. He just held you—like he always did when the world became too loud.

“Y-you’re n-not a criminal t-to m-me,” you whispered at last, your lips trembling as you lifted your face and kissed his cheeks, one after the other. “You’re my hero, Sukuna.” His breath caught in his chest. “You’re all mine,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his forehead, to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw. “All mine.” He cradled your face, forehead pressed to yours. “Always.” And the night moved on. Not quiet. Not peaceful. But real. And healing. And yours.

“Love me, baby…” you whispered, voice thick with tears, rising slowly to your feet as your trembling hands began to undress. Your heart was raw, wide open—aching for closeness, for something real to anchor you. “Please… make love to me…” you cried, your voice cracking mid-plea as the weight of the night pressed down on your chest. You weren’t trying to be seductive. You were just trying to feel whole. To feel safe. To feel his love—wrapped around you, inside of you, steadying your storm. Sukuna’s brows drew together, concern flickering across his face. “Baby… I don’t think—”

“Please,” you whimpered, your voice small as you climbed into his lap, wrapping your legs around him and curling into the warmth of his chest. “I need to be close to you… please, Suku…” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of him grounding you as your body shook from the sobs still threatening to spill over. He didn’t need to hear another word. With a soft grunt, he lifted you easily in his arms, carrying you down the hallway like you weighed nothing at all. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, reverent. Once in the bedroom, he laid you down gently—like glass, like something he refused to let break again. You watched him undress, his body strong and scarred, beautiful in a way only he could be. Your fingers trembled as you reached out.

“Come close to me,” you whispered, eyes glassy with unshed tears. He leaned down, his lips finding yours, and the kiss was slow—soothing and deep—as he slid inside of you with a careful, aching tenderness. Your breath hitched as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist. The stretch of him filled you, but it wasn’t just your body that felt full—it was something deeper. Something fragile and fierce. You moaned softly, your fingers brushing along his jawline as tears rolled from your lashes. The emotional pain didn’t vanish—it bled into the pleasure, layered and thick and unbearably human. “I love you so much,” you gasped, lips pressing against his cheek, your hips trembling as you came around him. He followed soon after, but didn’t move, didn’t pull away. He stayed nestled inside you, arms cradling you like a shield.

“My husband…” you whispered through kisses. You pressed them to every inch of skin you could reach—his lips, his temple, the space between his brows. “All mine…” He stroked your side with the roughest part of his hand, but touched you like you were something soft and sacred. “My wife…” he murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you curled tighter into his chest. Later, he ran you a warm bath, and you soaked in silence, nestled between his legs, your back resting against his chest. By the time he carried you to bed, your eyelids were heavy. You fell asleep with your face tucked under his chin and your fingers curled into his shirt, clutching him tighter than usual. He didn’t mind. He knew. Knew it was the fear. Knew it was the vulnerability. Knew you just needed to feel him right there—real, solid, safe. So he let you hold on. And he held you tighter in return.

When morning came, his voice was the first thing to stir you. “My love…” Sukuna’s voice was low and gentle, his hand lightly shaking your shoulder. “Wake up, sweetheart.” You stirred slowly, lashes fluttering. “Hmm?” He smiled softly, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “We’ve got your doctor’s appointment today. Time to get up.” You groaned lightly, stretching before leaning into his chest. “Mmkay… but can we get pizza after?” Sukuna chuckled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” He stood and disappeared into the closet to get dressed while you lingered in bed, your chest feeling heavy again in his absence. You sat up slowly, then padded barefoot into the bathroom, brushing your teeth, splashing your face. The ache in your chest returned, dull and insistent. You needed to see him. “Sukuna?” you called, stepping into the bedroom, eyes darting around until he reappeared in the doorway, rubbing a towel over his damp hair. “Yeah, doll?” he asked. “Sorry… I just didn’t know where you went,” you said quickly, your eyes avoiding his, your voice quieter now. You hated how clingy it sounded. How scared. But you couldn’t help it.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Y/N.” He walked toward you, his jaw tense, veins along his arms pulsing subtly beneath the skin. When he stopped in front of you, his hands gently cupped your face. “Yeah?” you asked, your eyes finally meeting his. “I think…” He paused, breathing deeply through his nose. “I think we should go see someone. A professional. Like… a therapist. We’ve both been through a lot. And I don’t want to keep carrying it the way we are. I wanna unpack it. Together.” You stared up at him, your throat tightening. Your fingers fidgeted at your sides as tears gathered on your waterline again. “D-do you think…” you hesitated, “do you think you’ll get sick of me one day?” His expression didn’t even flicker. He tilted your chin up gently, eyes locking with yours. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, steadying you. “I could never. We’re two parts of one whole, you and me. I can’t walk without my other leg, can’t think with half a brain.” He smiled faintly, then leaned down to kiss you—slow and firm. You melted into it, your arms wrapping around his waist. “I think seeing a professional is a good idea,” you murmured against his chest, your voice a little steadier now. He held you a moment longer, his lips pressing once more to your forehead before letting you go to get dressed. The drive was quiet, but peaceful. No tension. No pressure. Just the soft hum of the road and your hand resting in his on the center console, fingers interlaced. For the first time in a long time… the silence between you didn’t feel like something you were avoiding.

It felt like understanding. When you pulled into the parking lot, Sukuna shifted the car into park, then looked over at you. “We’re here.” You nodded, taking a breath… and reached for his hand again.

“Good morning, Mrs. Itadori,” your doctor greeted with a warm smile as she stepped into the room, clipboard in hand. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We’ve got all your lab results back.” She flipped through the chart, humming thoughtfully. “Thyroid looks great, cholesterol is steady, and blood pressure is just a little high—not dangerously so, but something to keep an eye on. It’s often linked to stress or anxiety. How’s your mental health been lately?” You sat up straighter on the exam table, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers worrying the hem of the paper gown. “It’s been… a little stressful,” you admitted with a soft breath. “Adjusting to a new rhythm in life, you know. A new routine.” Her brows raised slightly, intrigued. “New routine? How so?” You gave a quiet smile, eyes soft. “Well… my husband came home. That’s been wonderful, but it’s still… a transition. And then, my mother came back into my life, wanting to make peace. So I’ve been processing a lot all at once.” Your doctor nodded with understanding. “That’s a lot of emotional labor in a short time.” She paused, then smiled again, teasing lightly. “I must say, I was surprised to see such a big man sitting beside you in the waiting room. He’s hard to miss.” You laughed softly, eyes shining with fondness. “Oh, he’s amazing. He’s gentle, thoughtful… incredibly attentive. He always knows how to calm me down. He makes me feel safe.” She tilted her head, a glimmer of something unreadable behind her smile. “Good.” Her hand reached out, giving your knee a gentle squeeze. “Well, I think the rest of these results… your husband should hear too.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “O-oh… okay,” you stammered, she rose, stepping out into the hallway. “Mr. Itadori?” she called. Sukuna glanced up from the chair in the hallway where he’d been scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “Yeah?”

“Would you like to come in and join us for your wife’s results?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s just a check-up, right? I figured she didn’t—”

“I really think you should come in,” the doctor interrupted, her tone gentle but firm. Sukuna sighed and stood, towering over her. “Wow,” she chuckled, glancing up at him. “You really are tall.”

“Six-seven,” he replied flatly, already stepping into the room. He sat beside you, arm resting along the back of your chair, fingers brushing your shoulder. You tried to read his face, but it was calm, neutral. He hadn’t caught on yet. You reached for his hand anyway, lacing your fingers with his. Your doctor took a seat and exhaled, looking between the two of you. “Mr. and Mrs. Itadori… you’re pregnant.” The words hit like a quiet thunderclap. Sukuna’s eyes widened, his body going rigid beside you. You felt your own breath hitch, your heart pounding loud in your chest.

“You’re about nine weeks along,” she continued with a soft smile, “so just over halfway through your first trimester. Everything looks healthy—strong heartbeat, good growth. Would you like to see your baby?” You could barely nod, your hands already trembling as she dimmed the lights and applied the cool gel to your belly. Sukuna stayed completely still, eyes glued to the screen as a soft flicker appeared in grayscale. “There…” the doctor pointed. “You see that little shape right there? That’s your baby. Size of a grape.” A breath escaped you—part laughter, part disbelief, part something else entirely. Sukuna just stared, jaw slightly slack. His red eyes were wide, unblinking. “I’ll get these printed for you,” the doctor said warmly, “and give you a moment. Get dressed when you're ready, take your time.” She stepped out, leaving the two of you alone with the faint outline of your child still on the screen. You slowly sat up, hand instinctively moving to wipe away tears that hadn’t yet fallen. You reached for your clothes, but Sukuna still hadn’t moved. He was still staring.

“Doll…” his voice was quiet—barely audible. Almost afraid to speak too loudly, like the moment might shatter. You turned, your throat already tightening. “N-not yet…” you whispered, “I’ll start crying…” He finally looked at you then. “I… do you not want this?” he asked gently. His voice wasn’t angry, just confused. Vulnerable. You looked at him, eyes already glistening with tears. “Want this?” you echoed softly. “Sukuna… this is the best day of my life.” Your voice broke—and so did the dam. You collapsed into his arms, your sobs shaking your whole body. You cried into his neck, your hands clutching at his shirt, gasping for air between broken words and overwhelmed joy, and then… you felt it. A soft drop of water on your head. You pulled back just enough to look up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wet, tears brimming silently. He didn’t speak—he just smiled.

“Baby…” you breathed, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm like it grounded him, like your touch was the only thing holding him together. “We’re havin’ a baby,” he said, his voice thick, soft, disbelieving—but so full of warmth it made your chest ache. He smiled again, slow and tender, like he’d just found the missing piece of himself. You didn’t know what kind of parents you would be. You didn’t have it all figured out. But you did know this— That baby would grow up never questioning if they were loved. Because that baby would be protected, cherished, fought for—just like you had been. Just like Sukuna had learned to be. Just like the two of you were, together, and the greatest thing you would ever do… was love that baby the way you loved each other.

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[hyperch1ptune]

with the recent rise of popularity of modern Doctor Who from Mr Ring A Ding/Lux, it’s thankfully given me a good oversight over the franchise BESIDES the Daleks (them being my only view beforehand lmao)

& with that given oversight, it’s had me realizing more & more how much this franchise has similarities to something I hold dear to me personally..especially with the recent cast of “Whoverse” Gods even with my minuscule knowledge on them - SO SORRY if I get anything wrong or off with them btw

a setting with the impression on finding dopamine from a constantly changing face? both for the protagonist AND antagonists??? this just feels like an open area for me at this point

I wanna take this chance to finally give me an excuse to ramble on - hopefully even indulge people of the story involved in:

HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS

& ITS ICONS

Although I know the event itself isn’t all that niche, I never see that many people focus on the building blocks on how these houses & house/event characters came to be.. it’s a yearly fixation of mine to be one of the ones who study in what’s deeper to all these gross-out experiences; 5+ years & counting, I think next year might be 10 years of me doing this holy hell,,,,

Even with all of this “knowledge”, I know that this event has been relevant for years before the 2010’s - being in its mid 30’s currently!!

Because of this, it’s had time to build on itself, find a structure to keep balance whilst adding onto its ongoing plot, or hell, adding new ones into the mix for continuation. With the addition of me knowing how much longer Doctor Who has run for, its developmental schedule is such a good format for people new & old to the franchise can jump into any period of time & still have an understanding story; just like with HHN! There can be people either broadcasting their trip nowadays whilst people looking for traces of lost media (clips, in-house footage, etc) in means of ingesting more content..honestly a fun ride.

Enough with the overhauling background, what’s up with the story?? why do I think of this comparison?? it’s a much longer story than intended…but I still wanna start off in anyway I can.

Not only does this event revolve around houses, scarezones, IP’s, and anything scary, but it has a special addition to make the experience all the more remembering: Icons.

Icons (characters) are the center point of attention of the given year, being promoted like crazy to be seen as something you’re supposed to be afraid of; the whole reasoning as to why there are certain houses or events that you have the misfortune on stepping in on, and the main face of the overall event - not plural, given how many leaders and mascots have had the role prior. There can either be major or minimal in roles, the minimal ones more so being house-specific characters who were expanded on to be given more personality and depth to have it stand out compared to the rest of the line up; sometimes interacting with the major ones!! HHN’s character lineup is ever growing being given this information - and with the addition of “foreign” add-ons from Singapore, Japan, and Hollywood compared to Florida, there’s a huge array of almost personalized tastes being spalled out to be a favorite!

..But with me saying that there is a vast variety of characters, it’s almost TOO much characters to be infodumping about….even with that said, my purpose isn’t to immediately dunk down deep into what HHN has to offer, so I wanna at least talk about characters that I feel compare the MOST to certain Doctor Who elements whilst having importance.

Firstly: Boris Shuster

Boris is the proclaimed protagonist of the event; as much as one as he can be compared to the Icons at least.

He is very similar to the Doctor for his role as “protagonist”, being a private investigator and supernatural detective who dares to go deeper in the strange in means of destroying its origin to put an end to it. Additionally, wanting to give himself a “anonymous” facade.. do you know who else may wish to do that? I got a hint, & it rhymes with numbers 1 through 15

His role is one of the more crucial to the story of HHN overall - being a building block for creative reasoning as to why or how the event began to structure. With his adventurous footprint, he’s had very close dealing with the legions of horror & their totems - the legions are a future highlight, so keep that name in mind.

Having discovered a totem in 1948, he journalized his sighting as means of being able to archive the current paranormal event for him at the time; doing so with each of the legion’s house totem in means of keeping them “in shape”. Wasn’t until 1957 where his mission was finalized, trapping off the wickedness of the legions within the totems in safe keeping, not wanting the energy to be released back into public once more to torment anybody anymore.. it wasn’t until 1991 where a kid by the name of Tim Foyle got ahold of Boris’s now aged writings, almost following it as if it were step-by-step instructions on getting the totems for himself. Tim was just a geek not knowing any better on the grotesque and sinister, so his curious mind ended up reopening the legions from their tyranny.. accidentally killing himself in the process of the released monsters “hosting” Universal’s Fright Night that year!

Now, the Legions of Horror aren’t exactly a single character, but rather sections that group together multiple characters as a way or organization (as well as interactivity from these being used as a flash game when first announced).

Each legion carrying they’re own role, involving The Necromancers/Iniquitous (surrounding death & cemented imagery), The Vampires/Strengoits (surrounding well.. vampires), The Beasts/Cerebins (surrounding predatory creatures who’s only instinct is primal), The Warriors/Baccanoids (surrounding medieval horror), The Prisoners/Maschorians (surrounding revenge-thirsty captists close to death), The Traditionals/Morphans (surrounding the playfully sinister nature of twisted facades), and The Walkers/Kerezans (surrounding the ghoulish undead).

Why bring them up? I wanna bring the focus over to The Morphans, being one where most of the more notable Icons are stored - but also that group overall reminding me of another stored pair of characters under the same influence: The Gods.

Even with my little knowledge on the modern antagonists, I have still seen enough characterization from each to say that The Toymaker, Maestro, and Lux resemble the most of what HHN has for famous characters: Dr. Oddfellow, Jack Schmidt - and his doll-born lackey hypegal, Chance.

Beginning with: Dr. Oddfellow

A strange man, really, for he always yearned for power for as long as he lived.

..Having lived to see both the 2020’s and early 1900’s, it wouldn’t be until 1920 where he’d found a rare artifact skull connected to the Zodiacs that’d granted him immortality whilst his time as an aspiring sorcerer - as well as tampering with souls to do as he pleased; manipulating anything and everything in his path to have it flow his way. Alas, there was a toll for him to keep his powers, needing to “feed” the zodiacs via sacrificial gifts through the deaths of innocents, leading up to his mutations and homicide whilst running a carnival to hide the deeper operation, removing any signs of himself from the crime.

Here’s where things begin to develop: before Oddfellow influenced the idea of gaining power, in the midst of the 1800’s, 2 brothers by the name of Jack & Eddie Schmidt were born in “Shady brook Rest Home and Santiarium” - in other words, an enclosed asylum. Oddfellow was under the influence of Jack escaping his toxic living scenario once he’d gotten older, becoming the main event of the circus as Jack The Clown.. his younger brother Eddie was left behind whilst Jack played a friendly facade while having a grease-covered face tinted fresh with his victims blood, later becoming a chainsaw maniac from his fascination of slasher films & his revenge after a “harmless” prank amongst his cheap horror house leaves him with permanent burn scars over his face.

Over the years, Jack had gotten worse & worse at hiding his own evidence, eventually leading the FBI to the carnival with the assumption of “missing children” being the cause. Oddfellow could only fear for the worst seeing at his own plans were seemingly on the verge of foiling from some insolent maniac, killing Jack on the spot not long after his confession. Unknowingly, Oddfellow’s blood did get infused into Jack’s from him scratching at the Doctors face; hence the scar in his design, foreshadowing Jack and his return for the near future.. for now, he’d been stuffed into a comically large lettered box that’d soon turn his name into a pun the moment he was reincarnated.

Once Jack had the ability to get to work, he got to WORK, i’ll say that. Taking over Oddfellow’s now abandoned carnival since getting his revenge kill, and traveling worldwide through his carnival of carnage for the pure purpose of entertaining through tortuous horror! And with his connection to Universal, it’s made it much easier for him to reunite with his younger brother, and befriend many freaks - no matter the variety. One of his more notable sidekicks would have to be one born from a simple ballerina music box: Chance.

Chance is like Jack’s Harley to his Joker, being his main assistant throughout the years & finding more & more development as time goes on. If it wasn’t notable from her personality, she’s freakish. Almost more loud than Jack is, and he’s already overwhelmingly obnoxious enough! She is very childish & happy-go lucky, almost the perfect balance for Jack & his default sadistic nature. Having been around him since the 2000’s, but it wouldn’t be until 2015 where all of the fun had to come to a halt for poor old Chance; having the death of their hostages luring in the police in means of catching the culprits. Jack abandons the scene at the moment, almost purposefully leaving Chance behind to have it seem as if she was the one who’d cauce all of the blood shed. Needless to say, she did NOT take any of that well, being sent to a mental institution as public isolation and for the crime she’d committed, Chance had surely gone mad given her growing spite..and growing hallucinations hearing her own voice talk to her. Chance had grown fully dependent by 2016, encouraging all of her equally “manic” peers to take over & run down the asylum she was put in, seeing out Jack in any means necessary as he kept himself hidden.

I may just be speculating too hard, but I’ve found a lot of connections between the Gods and the Icons listed beforehand.. even with me not knowing much of the story, I do know that Lux & the Toymaker have had their banters every once in a while; to the point where it traps him i’ve heard?? This makes for a fun comparison, really.

The Toymaker is similar to Dr. Oddfellow in means of powers and motivation, putting on a stand-up facade whilst twisting the boundaries of anything they can think of - all the while laughing like it’s just some sort of game.

Lux is similar to Jack in ways of how they’ve been treated on they’re ends mostly, hiding a deeply sinister persona over a cheerful and entertaining mask in means of getting through to manipulate and find the dopamine they’re looking for faster.

Maestro is similar to Chance from the ways they both express themselves and execute certain tactics, almost being the most preppy and playful when it comes to their tricks.. even with their own restrictions and flaws.

I haven’t even gotten to the REAL meat & potatoes HHN has to offer, I mean hell, there’s entities like Adura who’s the main embodiment of Fear itself - paralleling well with Sutekh and it being the God of Death.

As well as the twin sisters SINIST3R & SURR3AL being hinted descendants to Adura in means of showcasing fear either through physical means, or mental mind games.

& my favorite favorite FAVORITE ICON: The Pumpkin Lord; being the embodiment of Halloween itself & feeding off of fear to become this disgusting mutated pumpkin-like monster.

….but dude this really was just an excuse for me to ramble on about something that I would’ve assumed some people could find interesting.. wait till people hear that Jack kinda counts as a hidden sexyman as well with how often people fawn over him.

Most of where I got my intel is here.. the wiki is such a fun read PLEASE LOOK DEEPER INTO HHN THANK YOOUU

anyways I wanna thank this bluefuck for giving me this idea so ROUND OF APPLAUSE MR RING A DING

[prettypup188]

“Swing sets & ocean breeze”

(Conrad x fem reader)

(Creds 4 gif: @sisistringer )

(Fluff! + a lil bit of angst, belly being a bit jelly(tehehehe that rhythms), reader is neighbors w/ the fishers. This is surrounding the Fourth of July episode🇺🇸❤️, hints of jealousy, reader being a sweetheart, a bit of cursing, pls enjoy!)

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Your pov:

“Do you think we need more tomatoes?”, Conrad asked trailing beside you. You both were grocery shopping for the Fisher’s yearly bbq, you pushed the shopping cart slowly eyeing the different watermelons for the right one. “Get two more, I’m gonna make my famous tomato bagels for lunch.”, he hummed stuffing two plump tomatoes in the plastic bag dropping it into the cart, you finally finished found the perfect watermelon knocking your knuckles against it to hear how hollow it was, you posted at it, “This is the one.”, Conrad picked it up carefully placing it in the cart turning to head to the register.

You both loaded up Jeremiah’s jeep and got in driving home, the summer sun beamed overhead glaring into the open sun roof and Clario played in the background, Conrad rested a hand on your thigh his blond hair messily sprawled across his forehead, you looked over at him with a smile, “You ready for the best Fourth of July ever, June bug?”, he asked you nodded throwing up your hands, “Hell yeah!”

When you both finally made it, Susannah and Laurel were out front putting up lasting decorations, Conrad honked making Steven and Jeremiah come out from the back gate to help unload the groceries. You got out to greet the two moms, “ Hi, Mrs Susannah.”, you said beaming giving her a hug she looked at you in complete awe, “Y/n, I haven’t seen you in a whole year you keep becoming more beautiful each time I see you.”, you smiled, “Thank you, is there anything I can do to help?”, you asked as you three went inside the house was decorated head to toe in American flags and red,white and blue bouquets. Susannah shook her head, “Just go relax, you’ve done more than enough to help.”, you smiled nodding Conrad appearing next to me, “Connie, can you get my bag out of my car so you can go change.”, he nodded leaving out of the house.

“Don’t you have legs, y/n.”, said a familiar voice you looked over to see Belly standing at the bottom of the stairs with a fake smile Laurel shot a stern look making her look away. “Be nice.”, she said softly before walking into the kitchen after Susannah you smiled at her, “Um, I brought you something, I’m sorry if I got on your bad side.”, Belly rolled her eyes, Conrad came back on with your duffle bag slug over his shoulder, you grabbed the bag and headed upstairs pasting her and going onto Conrad’s room.

Conrad pov:

“What the hell is your problem, belly.”, he said annoyed, combing his hair through his hair. She grumbled, “Your so stupid Conrad, I’ve always been the one to love you but you chose her instead.”, Conrad’s eyes widened, “Your like a sister to me, and quite frankly y/n is someone who I adore so you need to deal with it.”, she scoffed folding her arms as she passed him going into the backyard.

You came down oblivious to the heated transaction, Conrad looked at you in awe at your American flag bathing suit and blue jean shorts with your hair neatly wrapped in a bandana (I don’t want to specify so it can be assessable to all hair types 💗). “Surprise.”, you said with a smirk he smiled warmly, “You matched with me?”, he asked gesturing to his fourth of July print swim trunks. You nodded, kissing his forehead heading into the backyard to find Steven and Jeremiah playing volleyball in the pool and Taylor reading a magazine with Belly clearly venting with her about something hence the two looking directly at you.

Your pov:

“ I’ll go talk with the girls.”, you said heading over to them but Conrad grabbed your arm, “You sure?”, you nodded.

You walked over to the lounge chairs and sat down next to them holding two small white boxes, “Look, belly I know that you don’t like me because I’m with Conrad but I just want to try and be friends.”, you said softly giving the box to her, “This is an early birthday gift.”, you handed the other to Taylor who took it with a small smile, they both opened it with widened eyes, “I asked Conrad and Steven what you two liked and I got you personally made friendship bracelets.”, Taylor was quick to put it on thanking you but Belly looked down at it eventually putting it on, “Sorry, y/n I just really liked Conrad for a long time and never thought that you both would get together.”, you gave her a sympathetic look placing a hand on her thigh, “I get it, I was just as surprised.”, just then a loud yell from the kitchen ripped through the laughter.

Everyone quickly made it inside to find Susannah standing in front of a smashed glass and cake mix on the ground Laurel was quickly grabbing towels and a broom and Mr. Fisher standing in shock, “Mom,what happened?”, asked Jeremiah, “I think I need to lay down.”, she said quietly walking out Mr. Fisher going after her but Conrad grabbed his arm, “Not now, dad.”, Mr. Fisher nodded, after cleaning up the mess everyone tried to go back to before but there was still a small bit of tension in the air.

Later on, everyone sat on the beach eating dinner and playing uno, you and Conrad decided to take a swim while Jeremiah and Mr.Conklin put together the fireworks, Conrad held you by your hips quieter than before you could tell he was uneasy because of his dad’s appearance. “You okay?”, he nodded brushing his nose against your neck kissing your cheek, the smell of the water was salty and warm as the evening sun beamed dipping leaving a orangish pink in the sky. Once it became dark, you two settled on the back deck watching the firework show. Conrad rubbed his thumb aimlessly against your thigh as your now sweater wrapped arm rested against his arm, your head rested on his shoulder. “This was a lot of fun.”, you said softly, “Really? This was a disaster for me.”, he said humorously you shook your head looking at him; “I really enjoyed my time, especially getting to see your family and Conklin’s all together.”, he smiled placing a hand on your cheek kissing you, “I’m glad, sweetheart.”, you smiled kissing him back.

You two finally ended the night, in his room after a nice shower you laid in his bed snuggled against him in a pair of shorts and his oversized hoodie as you listened to his breathing while he slept. You combed through his hair softly, feeling your eyes become heavy and falling asleep.

(Hope u enjoy! I did write this before season 3 came out but hope u enjoy! Mwah ❤️🇺🇸)

[floofiestboy]

Aoyama's Let's Talk Day 2025 Translation [Official Source]

They've released the official transcript for Aoyama's yearly Let’s Talk Day, a day when a lucky few audience members chosen by lottery have the chance to ask him questions. The official transcript has a lot more (haha)s, but I translated it regardless.

Generally, there was no new Conan information in the official transcript compared to my unofficial sources translation, but some of the discussions Aoyama had with the audience members were described in more detail compared to tweets about the event.

The official transcript redacted questions that were considered "secret". Some of these questions were reported by unofficial sources. For simplicity, I've included a list of these questions with their sources at the end of this post from my original translation.

Without further ado:

Q&A with Aoyama Gosho-sensei

Questions from Middle Schoolers and Younger

Q. Will the Kuroba family and Kudo family ever properly meet each other?

Aoyama: Huh? In the future?

Questioner: Yes, in the future.

Aoyama: Ah, well… they won’t, but do you want to see it? (haha)

Questioner: I want to see it. (haha)

Aoyama: Then I’ll think about it. (haha)

Questioner: Thank you very much. (haha)

[The audience claps.]

Moderator: “I’ll think about it,” is a great answer, sensei (haha)

Aoyama: Right? (haha) It really is great (haha)

Q. After appearing on Kōhaku Uta Gassen [T/N: A music show that traditionally airs around New Year’s in Japan], do you have plans to write a case based around it?

Aoyama: Ah.. (haha) Right. (haha) Well… I wonder, there’s NHK to worry about. Ahaha… 

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: They might not allow it. (haha) Well, I did think something like a music show case might be fun, but it might also be troublesome. (haha)

Moderator: What if you changed the name? Like, a West vs. East tournament.

Aoyama: Right… a music show murder case. (haha) But yes, I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. What will happen with Momiji now that Heiji and Kazuha are dating?

Aoyama: Right… Momiji herself hasn’t given up, so. (haha) I’m sure she’ll be doing her best in the background somewhere. Something like that. (haha)

Moderator: So you’ll have her do her best. She’s like, a woman who doesn’t give up?

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha)

Q. Why can you think up so many different characters?

Aoyama: I have no idea. (haha) It kinda just pops up in my mind. I guess I’ve uh, watched a lot of movies?

Moderator: If I recall correctly, last year you mentioned that a large number of criminals have appeared but you’ve never drawn the same person twice. That you change them in some way every time.

Aoyama: Mm… yes. (haha) That’s right. (haha) I watch lots of movies and dramas and manga. (haha)

Moderator: So it kinda just pops up in your mind. That’s amazing.

Aoyama: It kinda just pops up. (haha)

Questions from the Entire Audience

Q. Do you plan to write a Police Academy-related case where Chihaya-san and Furuya-san meet, or cooperate to solve a case?

Aoyama: Ah, so Chihayafuru, you mean. (haha) Right… it does sound a little interesting, so I’ll think about it. (haha)

Moderator: “It sounds a little interesting”? Don’t tell me you stole that idea just now. (haha)

Aoyama: Ahaha. 

Q. What’s your favourite case among those you’ve written until now?

Aoyama: Ah, that would be Ran GIRL and Shinichi BOY of course. [Detective Conan Vol. 87] Not to toot my own horn, but I do think it came out well. (haha)

Moderator: Every year you talk about how you love Ran-chan, romance, and love comedies after all.

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha)

Q. [Asked by a small boy] How did Kogoro become a detective when he’s not good at deductions?

Aoyama: Ahahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: Yes, well… it’s true he’s not good at deductions. (haha) But he has all sorts of other things he’s good at, like Judo… (haha) And like how he’s strong at Judo. And… well, he’s got Conan with him, heh heh. Everything works out. (haha) Yes. (haha) That’s all. (haha)

Moderator: That was a fun question. (haha)

Q. When in September is Nakamori Aoko born?

Aoyama: September, right… (haha) I haven’t decided. (haha) When would you want it to be? (haha)

Questioner: Huh…?

Aoyama: If you give me a date, it might become true.

Moderator: Amazing, it’s your choice.

Questioner: Wait a sec… then… Since Kaito is born on the 21st… maybe the 12th…?

Aoyama: September 12th? Is that good with you?

Questioner: Ah… um… yes…

Moderator: They say that they’ll leave it to you, sensei.

Aoyama: I’ll think about it at least. (haha)

Q. What does Ran-chan usually talk about with her karate club friends?

Aoyama: Huh…? (haha)

Questioner: Do they talk about romance?

Aoyama: I’m sure they do? (haha)

Questioner: I’m happy.

Aoyama: I think everyone is interested to know how things are going with Ran’s love life. (haha)

Questioner: I almost want to join them myself.

Aoyama: Ahahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: Then I’ll think about it including that kind of scene if anything comes to mind. (haha)

Q. Do you ever plan to draw the moment Kazuha-chan fell for Heiji?

Aoyama: Oh…? (haha) Do you want to see it? Then I’ll think about it. (haha) But this… well, I might just actually draw it. (haha)

Q. After the scene where Heiji-kun confesses to Kazuha-chan at Abeno Harukas, they come back down holding hands. Should we interpret this as Heiji-kun taking the initiative to hold hands, and do you plan to ever draw how that happened?

Aoyama: Right… (haha) Well, I think Heiji was the one to try and hold hands. (haha) I don’t know whether I’ll ever draw it, but I’ll think about it. (haha)

Questioner: Please do.

Aoyama: Um… if you go to Conan Tanteisha [the hometown museum], you can see a coloured illustration of something similar. (haha) Please go see it. (haha) I recommend it. (haha)

Aoyama: It’s very fun. (haha)

Q. At Kōhaku Uta Gassen, were there any artists that made you go “Woah, this singer is amazing!” other than aiko and B'z?

Aoyama: Huh…? Oh…? (haha) Hey hey. (haha) No, no… yes, yes… (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Questioner: Fukuyama-san is also forbidden.

Aoyama: Huh…? (haha) I wonder who I can go with…?? (haha)

Moderator: They’ve zeroed in on all of your answers.

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha) I liked them all? Ahaha. The main thing is that B’z was amazing. The stage was pretty dark to us in the audience, you know. It was pitch black, and I was thinking “I wonder if anyone’s there? I can’t tell…” and then B’z showed up on the screen and I was all like, “Wooooooah!!!” (haha) It was amazing!!! …My choice is B’z. (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Questioner: Thank you very much.

Q. Are you thinking about a spinoff featuring Hattori Heiji?

Aoyama: A spinoff? Like Zero’s Tea Time?

Questioner: Um… more like Hanzawa-san. 

Aoyama: Ah, Hanzawa-san. (haha) H-How are they different? Ahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: We don’t have any plans for that right now. (haha) I apologize. (haha) Did you want one?

Questioner: Yes, a manga where Hattori is the star…

Aoyama: Right… (haha) We don’t have any plans for that right now, so I’ll leave it at that. (haha)

Q. Last year, Heiji-kun and Kazuha-chan were the main ship to have romantic developments. But if you plan to have romantic developments for any other characters moving forward, which ones should we keep our eye on?

Aoyama: That would be Kansuke and…? Something like that? (haha)

Questioner: And…?

Aoyama: Well, um. (haha) A ship I shouldn’t mention just… floated up in my head… (haha) It’d be bad to say. (haha) Well, that’s about it. (haha)

Q. I’d like my question to focus on Gin. I imagine Akai-san and the rest of the FBI are constantly on his tail, so he must travel around to many different places. Does he have safehouses across the nation, or does he stay in hotels like Mary-san and Masumi do? But it might be bad to leave any clues behind, so he wouldn't use the hotel amenities, and would pay for everything himself of course…

Aoyama: Ah… (haha)

Questioner: I really want to know if Gin-san would wear hotel bathrobes, so please tell me if you can.

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Is that so? (haha) Um…? But I think they’d sleep in their cars or something, right? (haha)

Questioner: They wouldn't look for lodging?

Aoyama: Lodging… right, they probably stay somewhere no one would know about. (haha) Else, maybe Organization-controlled apartment buildings, or getaway houses. I’m sure they have them all over the place. (haha)

Questioner: So he flits from place to place to keep himself from being caught by the FBI…

Aoyama: Right, without being caught. He’s probably not caught. (haha)

Questioner: Does he wear bathrobes?

Aoyama: Gin? (haha)

Questioner: Yes!

Aoyama: Right… (haha) Ah, well, of course he does. (haha)

Questioner: I think it fits him!

Aoyama: I think he probably struggles to wash all that hair too. (haha)

Q. I came from Hokkaido. Last year’s movie was set in Hakodate and if I recall correctly, even had the clock tower show up. I’d be happy if Sapporo tourist attractions showed up next. Are there any plans for that?

Aoyama: Well, it’d need to be a long time from now. (haha) Right? (haha). We might. Where would you recommend?

Questioner: Right, um… maybe Oodori Park?

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Yes.

Questioner: Um… we have romantic spots too… like the TV Tower, yes.

Aoyama: Yes, then well I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. I have a question about Azusa-san. I’d like to know how long she’s been working at Poirot. 

Aoyama: Azusa? I wonder? (haha) I don’t know. (haha) Well, hm, but maybe since her high school years…?

Questioner: Since she was a high schooler… thank you very much.

Aoyama: Of course. (haha) It was totally off the top of my head though. (haha)

Moderator: It’s interesting to find out what people want to know about.

Q. I’m born and raised in Tottori. Are there any plans for a movie set here?

Aoyama: Huh...? (haha) None right now. (haha)

Questioner: I’d love to see one if ever possible.

Aoyama: I used Tottori dialect in one of my works before, but I was told it was incomprehensible. (haha) Osaka dialect, Hakata dialect, etc. are pretty easy to understand, but Tottori dialect is hard. If we did do a Tottori movie, I’d want to have people speaking Tottori dialect, right… so… (haha) I’d have to find some kind of solution. I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. [Per a previous question] you said that Momiji will do her best even now that Heiji-kun and Kazuha have gotten together, but will her butler Iori continue to stay by her side? Will he have to leave perhaps because of issues related to his old job?

Aoyama: Ah… no, well, I think he’ll be by her side forever. I think he’ll stay by her side until the day Momiji dies. (haha) I think he’ll keep protecting her.

Questioner: Thank you very much.

Q. I’d like to ask about Conan cafés. I know that you love curry rice, but is there anything else you’d like to eat at a Conan café?

Aoyama: What do they serve at Conan cafés again? (haha)

Questioner: It changes year by year.

Aoyama: I don’t know what the current menu is, but I like dishes like naporitan spaghetti that children like, so. (haha) Also, hamburgers and hamburg steak. (haha) That’s what I like. (haha) Sorry it’s so vague. 

Q. Did you meet in advance with aiko-san to plan for the moment where you shot her with a tranquilizer watch? [T/N: Aoyama mock shot aiko-san with a tranquilizer watch at the end of her song on this year’s Kōhaku Uta Gassen.] Or at least, that’s what I wanted to ask, but there might be stuff you need to keep secret…

Aoyama: We had a lot of meetings about that! At first, I uh asked whether I should say “Funya?”, but that was shot down. (haha) [T/N: I don't know enough about aiko to say what "Funya?" might mean. Maybe a catchphrase?]

Questioner: I’m a aiko-san fan so I’ve gone to a fair number of her concerts, so I’ve watched the video of her song on Kōhaku Uta Gassen. Did any murder cases come to mind after seeing aiko-san?

Aoyama: Ah, well, hahaha. No, I can’t say any did. (haha) Do you want to see one? (haha) I’d feel too bad to kill off a singer, but, well, I’ll think about it a plot that would have a singer involved. (haha) aiko-san was very cute. 

Q. Since Akai-san was raised in England, were there any sports he was forced to play aside from Jeet Kune Do?

Aoyama: I wonder? But Jeet Kune Do… he probably learnt it from his father, so I think he wouldn’t be interested in any other sport. (haha) But he seems like he’d be good at cricket. (haha)

Questioner: Maybe baseball in America…? Too?

Aoyama: Right, right. (haha) I think he’s good at cricket.

Q. I live in Kurayoshi. The Kurayoshi phone number area code is fairly important in your work, but what kind of role will Kurayoshi play in Conan in the future?

Aoyama: Ah… no, it’s just a coincidence. (haha) Kurayoshi, well… Kurayoshi residents would get mad at me, so. (haha) It would be difficult to use the city. (haha) It’s just a coincidence, I apologize. (haha)

Q. Do you have any New Year’s memories from when you were little?

Aoyama: Memories? Usually my family would ask me to visit a shrine with them, but I’d stay at home since it was too much of a pain. [T/N: In Japan, it’s tradition to visit a shrine on the first day of the new year.] That about sums up my New Year’s memories. (haha) But I always go these days. For my health. (haha) “Um… I’m counting on you this year again.” (haha) That’s what I go to the shrine to pray, basically. (haha)

Q. There was a scene in a chapter the other day where Hiro faces off against a criminal, but did he always have experience with martial arts?

Aoyama: I’m sure they learn uh… self-defence techniques and martial arts at the police academy, so he might not have any experience originally. But Hiro is strong. Though he’s weaker than Kyogoku. (haha)

Q. I’d like to know about Kyoto’s Inspector Ayanokouji’s personal life. Please tell me his hobbies, or what he does in his spare time.

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Maybe he feeds Maro-chan and such. (haha)

Questioner: Does he have no other hobbies?

Aoyama: Hobbies? (haha) He loves Maro-chan, so that. (haha) Hey, what do you think would be good?

Questioner: Maybe archery…

Aoyama: Archery?! (haha) A bow?! Huh… (haha) Well, I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. Do you have any plans for a triple date with Shinichi-Ran, Heiji-Kazuha, and Kyougoku-Sonoko?

Aoyama: Not at all. (haha) A triple date, huh? (haha) Ah, well, I see. (haha) I’ll think about it. Ahaha.

Moderator: You aren’t thinking about it at all, aren’t you? (haha)

Aoyama: I apologize. (haha)

Q. I watched your Professional interview. Since you were eating a lot of curry, I went out to eat at Curry Bondy too, and it was good. I’d love to hear about any other meals you enjoy while working, or food you’d highly recommend.

Aoyama: I wonder if I have anything to recommend…? (haha) All I eat is cheap stuff, so. (haha) I’m really into the beef don mini-pack from Yoshinoya- it’s a pretty small portion, so um, it’s good.

Moderator: The portion size is good?

Aoyama: Yes. Oh, any curry from Coco, of course. (haha) I like it.

Moderator: Sensei, you’re very economical.

Aoyama: Well, yes. (haha) It tastes good.

Q. I live in Saitama. Even though it’s so close to Tokyo, no Saitama detectives have made an appearance… 

Aoyama: Ahaha. I apologize. (haha)

Questioner: I’d like you to draw a case set in Saitama.

Aoyama: Ah… yes. (haha) One day. (haha) Yokomizo did show up in Saitama at first, but um… he transferred to Shizuoka. (haha) I apologize. (haha) So, I thought to have Yokomizo transfer all over the place, but I was told that almost never happens. (haha) Right… then, I’ll draw Saitama… one day… (haha) I’ll think about it. (haha) I apologize. (haha)

Moderator: Which is it? You’ll think about it, or you’ll draw it?

Aoyama: I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. Does Kazuha-chan have anything she likes aside from aikido? 

Aoyama: Ah… she does like Heiji. (haha) Right, I think she’d like cooking [like others like her would.] Um… also cooking… and uh, I wonder… I hadn’t thought about it at all. (haha) You sure asked a tough question. (haha) What would she like… do you have anything in mind yourself?

Moderator: What she would like? It’s up to your [the questioner’s] imagination…

Questioner: …

Moderator: The questioner says that they wanted to hear it from you.

Aoyama: Right. (haha) But well, I handed them the power to choose, so. (haha)

Moderator: If they think of anything, it might become true, after all.

Aoyama: Does anything come to mind?

Questioner: …

Moderator: Then, please think on it, both of you. (haha)

Aoyama: Well, then, it’s fine. (haha) I’ll think about it. Me. (haha)

Q. I’m Taiwanese, but I currently live in Japan. Aside from the movies, Conan-kun has never been to any country but England. Are there any plans to have him visit other foreign countries? Like Taiwan…

Aoyama: His passport is an issue for him, so… (haha) Um… so he can’t really go overseas, um… because see, he doesn’t have any options aside from being stuffed into luggage by Kaito Kid, so. (haha) Um… going overseas would be difficult. (haha) Well, if he returned to his original body, he could go, but well, in his current situation it would be hard for him to go. (haha) I can’t use the same plot twice, so.

Moderator: It’s more about [the questioner's] feelings of wanting him to go to Taiwan.

Aoyama: Ah, is that so. I’d like to visit Taiwan too. (haha)

Moderator: Huh? You do?

Aoyama: Yes, yes, yes. (haha)

Moderator: Please do. (haha) Make some time. (haha)

Q. Organization codenames are so cool. I love them. I’d love to see new codenamed members appear, but do you have any plans for that?

Aoyama: What kind of alcohol would you like to see appear?

Questioner: To be honest… ●● [the name of an alcohol] or something, perhaps… (haha)

Aoyama: ●●…? Don’t tell me- are you ●●-san?

Questioner: Huh?! You could tell?!

Aoyama: Really?!

Questioner: Yes…! Thank you very much.

Aoyama: Amazing! So you managed to win a Q&A slot in the lottery… you’re the one who loves Koumei…?!

Questioner: Yes…! That’s right!

Aoyama: I’m happy for you. (haha) Koumei will play a big role this year, so. (haha) Please look forward to it. (haha)

Questioner: Thank you very much!

Aoyama: Please do your best. (haha) Ah, wait, I’m the one who needs to do their best. (haha)

Moderator: ?

Aoyama: Amazing… they’re someone I always receive fanmail from.

Moderator: Ah, I see! So that’s why you got so excited?

Aoyama: Yes, yes. (haha)

Moderator: I feel like everyone was out of the loop there. (haha)

Aoyama: Ah…! (haha) I apologize. (haha)

Moderator: I’m sure they’re happy they were noticed by you. (haha) Sensei, onto the next question…

Aoyama: Ah, right. (haha) I was too focused on ●●-san. (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Q. Do you plan to draw Shinichi and Kid facing off?

Aoyama: Ah… right. I’d like to draw it. (haha)

Questioner: I’ll look forward to it.

Aoyama: Ahaha. Shinichi, huh…

Q. My name is Hattori. I grew to like my name thanks to Detective Conan.

Aoyama: Ahahaha. Wait, wait, wait. (haha) What about Hanzō? [T/N: A famous samurai was named Hattori Hanzō.]

Questioner: Please tell me what last names you like, or would like to have, in your works.

Aoyama: Ah… Kudo. (haha) I do really like the Kudo-chan that Matsuda Yuusaku played in Tantei Monogatari, so if I could I’d love to become a Kudo. (haha)

Q. Heiji and Kazuha deepened their relationship in the most recent chapters at Abeno Harukas. Had you already decided to an extent what would happen even before Abeno Harukas was made? [T/N: The building opened in 2014.]

Aoyama: From before it was made…?

Questioner: From before it was completed… did you already think of… a story where… he confessed, or well conveyed his feelings, somewhere high up…?

Aoyama: Ah… no, I thought it up after its completion. (haha) When was it completed? 

Questioner: So essentially it wasn’t a plot you had planned for a long time. 

Aoyama: Yes… right, it was after it was completed… But well, I did think that I definitely wanted to include Kazuha’s mother. I thought I’d trick you all. (haha) I wanted to make everyone think, “He’s gonna confess to her mother, right?” then pull the rug under you when he actually confessed. (haha) I had that planned for a long long while. (haha)

Q. Who’s stronger between Kogoro and Ran?

Aoyama: Who’s stronger?! (haha) Right… (haha) I wonder… hm.. A tough question. (haha) But well, Kogoro is strong! But, Ran is catastrophically strong too (haha).

Moderator: Catastrophically, huh? (haha) That’s true.

Aoyama: Well, I think it’s hard to say. (haha) But well… if they did fight, Kogoro would probably hold back since he’s her dad. That would probably be how it ends. (haha)

Q. My hometown is in Kyushu. When I go to Tokyo for work, I can really feel the cultural differences. Could you write a case related to that kind of thing?

Aoyama: Ah… I do want to write a case that incorporates dialects somehow, but it’s tough. I do want to do it one day though. 

Questioner: Please do it in Kyushu.

Aoyama: Kyushu, huh? Right, right. (haha) With Hakata dialect?

Questioner: I speak Saga dialect though.

Aoyama: Saga dialect?

Questioner: Saga dialect.

Aoyama: Ah, so there’s a difference?

Questioner: Yes, it’s a little more hickish.

Aoyama: Ahahaha. Right, yes, I understand. (haha)

Q. Tottori has a Mystery Tour. If you have any memorable locations or tourist spots you’d like to include in that tour, please tell us.

Aoyama: Huh…? I wonder? It’s been a long while since I moved to Tokyo. (haha) Odaiba is quite near here, so maybe something that used that… I wonder. Aside from that, hm, Tottori makes you think of crabs, and uh, apple-pears. That kinda thing, I guess. (haha) I have no clue how you’d make use of it though. (haha) All I talked about was good food. (haha)

Q. Who’s the tallest among all your characters?

Aoyama: Tall characters? Right… Gin or Kyogoku.

Questioner: I heard that Date-san is over two metres tall…

Aoyama: Ah…! Date then, maybe?! (haha) Gin and Date might be close in height. Kyougoku might be a little smaller than them. Well, the point is, the three of them are big. Um… it’s definitely not Kazami. (haha) In my heart, Kazami is about the same height as Amuro. (haha) Well, Gin or Kyogoku or Date. (haha) That’s the top three. (haha)

Redacted Questions

These questions weren't mentioned in the official transcript, only by unofficial sources. As with before, I can't guarantee their veracity. Questions with multiple sources are likely more trustworthy.

Q. What can you tell us about this year’s movie at this point? Q. What’s the best part of this year’s movie? [T/N: I'm fairly sure these are referring to the same question.]

Aoyama: When I told Rikiya Koyama [T/N: Mouri’s VA] that Kogoro is the main character this year, he told me he was nervous. Once he was done, Takayama-san [T/N: Conan’s VA] told him he sounded cool. I'll be drawing a key frame for it.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104022316892638

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875236204511424575

Aoyama: I can’t say, but I think you’ll be shocked.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

Q. What is Furuya's family situation like?

Aoyama: Secret, as I haven’t decided for certain just yet- it might still change.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104027354309115 [just that it's secret]

https://twitter.com/furu_rei0/status/1875126654412177457

Q. Who will be the star of next year’s movie?

Aoyama: I can’t say, but it’s already been decided as well as the stage.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104031993155584 [just that it's secret]

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875236220017766594 [just that it's secret]

Q. Any information on Akai and Amuro’s chat nine hours later?

Aoyama: I can’t say. It’s a truly mysterious tea party (haha)

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875113952285434164

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875238401630466510

Q. Akai and Amuro infiltrated the Organization and know about Sherry, but don’t know of the existence of APTX4869?

Aoyama: They do not. There’s a reason why the details of her and her parents' research can't be well-known in the Organization, but that’s secret. Even parents wouldn’t tell their children about it in the Organization.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875118685008097627

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

https://twitter.com/yuki_det_con/status/1875121733193306289

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875261566855344132

https://twitter.com/44_mcs/status/1875132311219634602

Q. Do you have any special tidbits for us aside from what you’ve already told us?

Aoyama: That's definitely secret! But take a good look at the illustration I drew for the Conan Tanteisha store as well. [Reportedly, it said that Kansuke and Yui and Koumei’s childhood will appear in the movie.]

Sources:

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875333448682107358

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875177696680108100

Q. Will Miyano Shiho and Kudo Shinichi ever star in the same case?

Aoyama: Ah, I can’t tell you that. Whoops, I almost let something slip (haha). It’s a secret!

Sources:

https://twitter.com/44_mcs/status/1875119113670144425

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351 [just that it's secret]

[bosses-stay-flawless]

Bisous, Nous étions un peu la langue liée...

Only he isn’t a dream. Many lifetimes, but only one life at a time. We’re on the same frequency, naturally. Despite what anyone might think: I Do Listen!!! I never compromise our dream or our vision. Most importantly, neither does he.

Our First Couple Mantra: The Power of {One}ness Stands on The Strength of We!!!

Yearly Couple Mantra : ONE

An old and steady flame that flickers is more warm, and shines brighter than one that keeps flickering out- The Ancestors

Some things change but the love remains the same. Neither one of us has a lot of French Heritage, but we met a LONG time ago at an event by chance, and began speaking French to one another, naturally, when in France, I suppose?

Except, at that point neither of us had been to France or learned French, after the initial shock, we became close, at first, the conversations in French were infrequent, so I still didn’t believe in past lives, twin flames, soul mates, ect..

A friend at the time suggested that we begin to interact from a place of “what if we really did remember sharing a few past lifetimes. This was before all the trends and catch phrases about relationships, and all the research.

One night over dinner, he got real serious and asked me did I really believe we could have shared a past life together? Before I could answer him, he asked me “what color was the sky when I first kissed you?”

I had started to laugh, but looking up from my plate, I smiled in awe as we both said the words “ French Blue” , and all the memories began to flood through this current reality. That’s when he kissed me for the first time in this lifetime, looking smug, he said to me, Zahra you’re gonna remember this kiss too!

I often do… 💋💋💋

Fine Tune The Frequency, It keeps our love true.

We don’t do background noise & static, when the energy seems off even a little bit, we fine tune it!!! We both share the same gift: Perfect Pitch, it’s a musical term, associated with how you hear notes (only as a short description of the term )

The first thing I was ever taught about love, life, or being in tune with my instrument ( I have played guitar since I was 8)

Is “Listen” never assume, never guess, pay attention, remain focused, try every spirit that comes before you , and only give your attention to things that are reciprocal and elevate you and your quality of life and that of those around you.

“I AM GRATEFUL”

[televised-uhhh-nerdistry]

currently thinking about how ages ago my friend sent me a long-ass explanation about why saltburn is an adaptation of the myth involving theseus, the minotaur, and the labyrinth.

nobody asked but here’s some of the fun proof that exists of this:

first and foremost, icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. during the party scene, it is evident that felix symbolises this poor ill-fated youth, and the symbolism here is potent. he flew too close to finding out what oliver truly is. he discovered something he shouldn’t have, and dressing him up in icarus cosplay is the perfect showcase for his fate and his mistakes. it’s also brilliant in terms of what icarus actually did to “deserve” death. realistically, he was told not to go too high or too low, but in actuality, such cryptic instructions were difficult to follow mid-flight, and it resulted in catastrophe. felix is trying to navigate the responsibilities of being a good friend with his baggage as someone in a family of rich pricks. it’s hard, and in flying too far away from his background, he “flew too close to the sun” and discovered things he shouldn’t have. as a small nod to further the icarus imagery, felix’s body is discovered under bright and direct sunlight as he lays motionless in his winged costume.

secondly, saltburn is in the center of a labyrinth. the labyrinth lore runs deep in this movie, because not only does the labyrinth function as symbolism, it has lore that runs adjacent to the lore of the actual labyrinth. in theseus and the minotaur, the labyrinth is a construct of greek architect and inventor daedalus, who was conscripted by king minos to create the maze. in saltburn, the labyrinth is constructed upon special request from james catton, the owner of the estate, and a very wealthy man (almost like a modern day king).

the labyrinth (in the original myth) is dangerous to all characters that reside within it. it keeps all in within a chance for escape, and those that get close die tragically. in saltburn, the labyrinth functions as an ode to the ways in which riches and fame poison those that reside in the walls, keeping them locked within its dangerous talons, or in this case, cleanly trimmed hedges. it’s suburbia on a larger and more internal scale. even those that do not have riches themselves, namely farleigh and annabel, do everything they can to remain on the estate and in the good graces of those on the property with immense money. it affects how they act and how they are expected to act. farleigh, as a good example, is very stuck on the particulars of rich people’s behaviour. as mentioned above, those that try to leave the maze die tragically, and icarus is a prime example. felix, in his attempt to be better than the riches of the estate socially allow, flies too close to a possible escape from the confines of the labyrinth and is murdered as a result.

in the story of the labyrinth, it is unsolvable, unless you are clever and quick witted (manipulative), which theseus luckily is. the same is true for oliver. oliver, like theseus, gets into the heads of multiple characters, manipulating his way to the top of the food chain. the scene where oliver views the wooden counterprt of the maze through the head office in the estate, he is told that he shouldn’t be there, and a sense of ominous foreboding takes place. we feel that he has seen something that will change him. however, i believe this is simply symbolism for the fact that oliver has figured out the secret to the maze: a secret that he, an outsider and a poorer, less sociable man should not be aware of, as he is a representation of theseus, a character who has no right being king.

thirdly, oliver is juxtaposed with imagery if the minotaur during the party scene, and though this costume doubles as a reference to the changeling in a midsummer night’s dream, it is still highly important. in the original myth, people are sacrificed to the minotaur on a yearly basis. at first, felix fits the profile for the minotaur: a rich, wealthy man in a labyrinth who is regularly described as going through friends the way a young boy would go through toys. it is also true that the minotaur has often been seen as a controversial figure, one that begs the question “is a monster just a tormented creature fated to behave according to the will of the gods?”. felix’s behaviour, or namely, his attempted deviancy from the behaviour he is expected to show, is a major prt of his character arch. we expect oliver to be the victim of felix’s behaviour exactly because of this. but he isn’t. an easy explanation is that oliver is the minotaur, going through the family members as though they were victims in a maze. however, oliver is NOT the minotaur, as the myth is a lot more complex than the minotaur being the bad guy. despite what we expect, director emily fennel is leaning into the concept that the minotaur’s storyline is that of fate versus free will. the minotaur is cursed by the gods to fall into certain patterns and to be punished for its behaviour, despite it doing exactly what was expected. felix attempts to deviate from what is expected, but ultimately he fits in well with the rich and social, and his death is a punishment at the hands of a sort-of theseus who believes he is more deserving. rather, oliver is also seen to be theseus, who famously invaded the maze, manipulated its dwellers in order to navigate it, killed the minotaur, and then manipulated his way into becoming king as a result. sound familiar? it is because of this that the imagery of oliver as the changeling is particularly important. the horns can be evocative of the minotaur, offering us a red herring, where he is truly disguised as the opposite. it’s a fake out.

fourthly, king minos (owner of the labyrinth) did not die directly at the hands of theseus, he did eventually meet his downfall and was boiled to death in a bath. james catton, head of the estate, dies of a supposed suicide, also not directly by oliver’s hands, but still implicitly connected to the events of the story, much like king minos’ death.

the lore in this film is incredible, and though emily fennel has not said that the film is an adaptation of greek myth, the parallels are deliciously undeniable. saltburn is fascinating, and truly one of the best films of 2023. there is so much stuff jam packed into it, and it’s one of those films that takes a few watches to fully grasp its depth. i love it!

[bradshawed]

nine five albums that got me through 2024 (and some extras)!

this is so cool omg, thank you so much to my wife (@vampteeths) for the tag, i had sm fun! sorry for the essay and i think you'll find a slight recurring theme of indie, pop and indie-pop (with one or two surprises)!

1. the secret of us by gracie abrams, fav song: risk! released at the perfect moment & was exactly what i needed. makes u really realise that you're not alone and that so many others are going through similar experiences. this album to me, is perfection (don't get me started on how much i love the deluxe version)!

2. emails i can't send fwd: by sabrina carpenter, fav song: bet u wanna x i know u might be sick of hearing about sab but this album gave me so much confidence. it's sexy and emotionally validating at the same time. listening to this when ur overthinking about a boy and realising "wait a minute.. fuck him" is the best feeling, only second to listening to it as ur getting ready to go out

3. glass half empty by voilà, fav song: ballerina (with the word alive) indie rock ml, i've missed u! not a fan of all the songs on this album but of the ones i do like, i could listen to on repeat for hours. it's super energetic, great to have a song or two on any playlist to switch up the vibe and their lyrics really tell a story.

4. boy by luke hemmings, fav song: benny moving to something a little slower, calmer, great for a change of pace. really helped me through those moments when i needed to feel a little peace.

5. dreamers by charles leclerc and sofiane pamart, fav song: focus! you wouldn't expect to see me listening to a classical piano album but here we are. honestly fell in love with it sm so that it made it to my most listened to in 2024. incredibly composed, really emotional and grounding at the same time (also makes great background music).

6. MICO, fav song: tears in your eyes! it's not an album but an artist whose 2/3 songs i listened to religiously on repeat towards the end of 2024. honestly don't remember how i found him but i listened to one song and got hooked (if you hadn't realised i'm not a massive album person, i find a song, listen to it on repeat and find another, i rarely like full albums). i think i've been listening to homesick since july!

7. maneater by daryl hall & john oates and honey by coastal club struggled to think of a no. 7 but i can't believe i forgot this song duo that got me through late summer! i listened to a lot of my "trust fall" playlist (made for @sematarygirls) & my retro playlist and that song duo played on repeat for hours! (you can probs see that this year was big on confidence and maneater is the song).

8. beach weather, fav song: seth cohen another artist that i liked a few of their songs. hottest summer on record was great, even if we had the rainiest summer on record (but it was nice to dream). def one of my summer staples! idk why but it's just something about their beat that really has me relaxed, imaging my own obx summer (or maybe the name has something to do with it idk). pineapple sunrise (came out in 2023) was such a good album, i remember listening to sex, drugs, etc and hard feelings for ages!

9. what love is by zimmer90 does anyone else remember this song from 2023 that got really popular as an audio for those yearly wrapped reels? well, it's been on my liked songs since 2023 and got me through the start of 2024 so i believe that's a good reason as any to put it on the list (even if i never seem to remember what i listened to at the start of the year)!

...

tagging, @bruisedboys, @sematarygirls, @zya8tracks, @lilithblackkk, @dixonsbrat, @edwardslvrr, @fallininlust, @thyme-in-a-bubble and anyone else who would like to join x

[jelloholic]

Québec Miku

My very rushed addition to the international Miku trend

(Québec is a French speaking province in Canada with it's own unique culture, for those who weren't aware)

Cultural references in the doodle:

The food she's holding: Poutine, a cultural dish that includes fries, cheese curds (aka squeaky cheese, can be kinda substituted with halumi if there's no other choice), gravy (aka sauce brune/brown sauce)

The zipper 'keychain': The entry ticket to the yearly Carnaval de Québec set in winter in Québec city. You buy an effigy of the mascot called 'Bonhomme Carnaval', which can be attached to your coat zipper to be granted access to the festivities. The design changes every year

The belt/scarf: Called a 'ceinture fléchée', it's been historically worn by men for centuries for both aesthetics and practicality. Now, it's considered a unisex article of clothing worn during traditional celebrations to show patriotic pride

The background: A blurred picture of the Chateau Frontenac, an iconic landmark of the province. The name is misleading as it's never been a castle, only designed to look like one from the outside. It's been a hotel since its opening in 1893

The clothing in general: Winters are harsh, so warm garments are necessary. The hat, usually called a beanie, is referred to as a tuque across Canada in both the English and French languages. The ripped jeans seem counterintuitive, but we are usually too lazy and prideful to either put on snow pants or find warmer pants. The hair is braided so the wind doesn't blow it everywhere and to stop too much snow and ice from catching in it

[roancowgirl]

Hi! I really want to help with the IGRA. I used to be able to participate when I was a kid and work for training/riding but as an adult owning land or animal(s) is out of my abilities. I'd love to know -- is there a way for me to get involved without access to those resources? I live in East WA, theres plenty of conservative rodeo and fair spaces out here but none have any sort of LGBT+ representation.

Hey! I’m so glad to hear you’re interested! I apologize if this gets long😅

As far as becoming involved in gay rodeo without having land or animals, absolutely! You don’t need to have the right background, or a bunch of land and animals to participate. Gay rodeos feature all the usual rodeo events, but also offer some that are unique to gay rodeo and are more accessible to folks who don’t have horses or are unable to afford the cost of travel with animals. I’m in the latter boat, I have two horses but hauling across the country to rope or run speed events is out of the question. Getting myself up and down the road for broncs is hard enough!

The events like goat dressing, wild drag race, and steer decorating are team events that don’t require any gear or animals to compete in. Calf roping on foot only requires a calf rope, and a dummy at home to practice on. Chute dogging doesn’t technically require anything, but a helmet and vest is strongly recommended!

The roughstock events are similar, though gear can be pricey. But once you have it, you’ve got it!

You’re always welcome to sign up and compete in any of these events, but you may need to travel. As of currently, there’s no association or queer friendly events that I know of in WA or the PNW as a whole. There used to be, and there used to be more associations across the US, but they’ve died out through the years.

There’s a multitude of reasons why, and I’ve heard a variety of reasons from association members. I think the inability to adapt and keep up with effective social media has been the biggest killer. The times have changed a lot since the 70s!

Before going on I need to clarify. The IGRA is a national association. However, it doesn’t host any rodeos or events aside from the Finals rodeo and events like Convention, where the annual association meeting is held and bylaws are discussed.

The rodeos themselves as well as fundraising for those rodeos and the local communities are handled by a smaller association. These associations usually exist at a state or regional level and have worked into being a member of the IGRA umbrella. There’s some associations that exist entirely separate from the IGRA, and I know one of them produces a yearly rodeo.

Technically, anyone can create an association and start hosting fundraisers, community events, produce a rodeo, etc. All it takes is a group of people working together and engaging with their local communities.

I firmly believe there’s interest and Cowfolx in these “dead zones”; they’re just scattered. I’ve been working to build community both in online and in-person spaces. I’ve built my social media because I realized I never saw myself growing up, and I know others have felt the same. Alongside that I manage a Queer Cowfolks discord server(obligatory see my pinned post and join, it’s good people), to try to bring folks together and build a community I know is there but scattered.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to help get in-person communities going in areas that don’t have them, and I’m all ears on how I can help make that happen if someone is genuinely interested in getting it going.

As far as what can be done right now, please stay tuned for that. I have some ideas as far as market research, feedback on accessibility within the association, including the social media presence, and trying to get a general feel for the association. None of that is posted yet, and it’s still half an idea😅

As a heads up all of this work I do is as a passion project, I’m not involved with the association aside from competing and wanting to see what I feel is an important community thrive and gain new members

[adrianfridge]

Time for my yearly count of Stiles-ship fics on AO3 (As of Mar 18, 2024)

Some limitations to consider:

"OTP TRUE" refers to a search filter on AO3 that only counts fics tagged with that singular ship, meaning it excludes fics tagged with any additional platonic, polyam, and secondary/background ships (I was excited to try the extension "AO3 Primary Ship Search" on Firefox ["AO3 First Tag Search" on Chrome], but while it's far more lenient than "otp: true", it doesn't actually provide the NUMBER of filtered fics so I can't use it for stats T-T)

This is by no means an exhaustive list of all possible Stiles pairings

I’m only counting fics tagged using AO3’s canonical relationship tags

The numbers do include restricted fics, so you would see a smaller number if you’re logged out

Here is where I cry about the lack of tables on Tumblr as I try to give you some raw numbers...

Stats without any filtering

ship / total # fics (change since 2023)

sterek = derek / 73,396 (+2,783)

steter = peter / 11,665 (+955)

stydia = lydia / 4,911 (+87)

sciles = scott / 3,898 (+136)

stackson = jackson / 1,953 (+123)

stalia = malia / 1,467 (+42)

steo = theo / 1,422 (+83)

stisaac = isaac / 1,360 (+45)

stargent = chris / 921 (+31)

stanny = danny / 866 (+20)

stoyd = boyd / 645 (+16)

stallison = allison / 459 (+15)

starrish = parrish / 418 (+19)

sterica = erica / 347 (-4)

steucalion = deucalion / 317 (+14)

stora = cora / 283 (+4)

stiam = liam / 196 (+14)

stira = kira / 85 (+4)

Stats with OTP TRUE filter

ship / net # fics (% out of total)

sterek = derek / 50,040 (68%)

steter = peter / 7,665 (66%)

stydia = lydia / 2,157 (44%)

sciles = scott / 1,809 (46%)

stackson = jackson / 1,012 (52%)

stalia = malia / 313 (21%)

steo = theo / 751 (53%)

stisaac = isaac / 592 (44%)

stargent = chris / 318 (35%)

stanny = danny / 388 (45%)

stoyd = boyd / 383 (59%)

stallison = allison / 201 (44%)

starrish = parrish / 183 (44%)

sterica = erica / 85 (24%)

steucalion = deucalion / 170 (54%)

stora = cora / 89 (31%)

stiam = liam / 39 (20%)

stira = kira / 22 (26%)

Interpretations based on the data:

Compared to the stats I collected in 2023, the order of ships has not changed Stoyd and Stargent are no longer showing significant growth for their tier Steo continues to see a growth that's not typical for its tier and is on track to surpass Stalia Stydia's seeing smaller growth than its tier though it has a safe place in the top 5 While most ships saw at least a slight boost in numbers overall, Sterica lost 4 fics, something I also saw happen in 2021. I have no idea what it is about this ship in particular that causes it to suffer in a way that other ships don't Now that I'm also tracking "otp: true," I can say that, on average, half the fics posted use a singular ship tag. Sterek and Steter are above average for OTP tagging, with Stoyd also being significantly high. Stargent and Stora are below 40%. And then there's Stira, Sterica, Stalia, and Stiam that are all below 30%, with Stiam hitting the lowest at 20%

[stories-of-fishman]

FISHMAN #2 - On the Track of Calamari Calmar

Edward awakes in the early morning in his apartment. His cat, Tuna, is laying on top of his chest, purring calmy. He still can't believe what happened. Since the last month his new abilities changed his whole life. During the day he works at his office at the "AquaSupplies & Co." but in the night he becomes FISHMAN, fighting for justice to protect Fish Town.

Edward strokes Tuna gently, then stands up and moves tired to the kitchen, craving for a hot brewed coffee. He refills Tuna's bowl and picks up "The Daily Current", the famous newspaper by the journalist Manta Rayman. Sipping from his cup, Edward takes off his reading glasses and notices an obscure article. "Calamari Calmar announces -The yearly 'The Ten Tentacles®' all you can catch buffet is tonight!! Our beloved hero FISHMAN is INVITED."

Ed frowns after he read the article. Why is the famous restaurant owner Calamari Calmar so invested in Fishman? Very suspicious in Edward's eyes. He stands up from the kitchen chair and strokes Tuna's head a last time. With his briefcase he steps out of the door of his apartment on his way to his job. But on the way he can't think about anything else than which mischief is planned by Calmar.

At work, Ed sits down and turns on his computer. He thought he is the first one in the office but without Edward noticing Louis Backfishing, his nemesis of a coworker, stands behind him: "Good morning, Edward! Glad to see you! I was wondering about how it comes that you are soo early in the office always, so, um, you see, I saw it as a little challenge being earlier than you here, haha. How are you?"

"Tired.", says Edward annoyed, looking at his desktop background picturing Tuna cuddling with a Tuna plush.

Louis eyes sparkle: "Woaaah, is that your cat? What's their name? Sooo cute! I wished I had a pet. My parents have a dog but I don't see them that often sadly."

Ed blinks and replies: "Her name is Tuna. Don't you have any work to do?"

"OH, yeah, recently our department is very busy with shipping, you are right. But I thought I could give you a little visit... Actually, I was in general wondering about if you would be interested... I mean perchance... in meeting me outside of work? ... Going out for a coffee?"

Confused Edward asks: "What?"

"I mean, you don't have to of course!! I... I... Just forget, what I said. I will die in shame at my desk.", Louis mumbles, flustered by the situation.

While Louis attempts to leave, Edward hesitates for a second and stops him: "Actually, what do you think if you kept me some company tonight at the all you can catch event at The Ten Tentacles? I wouldn't mind you.", him secretly planning to go undercover tonight and a clueless partner would help to hide his intent.

Louis blushes with wide eyes open and shouts: "YES I WOULD LOVE TO, I SEE YOU THERE THEN!", running to the other side of the office's building.

Typing a formular on his screen, Edward smiles confidently and presses enter on the keyboard.