#say no to white yagami

[numbuh424]

Light's wardrobe in the 1st half of the jdrama (ep 1 - 5) vs his wardrobe in the 2nd half (ep 6 - 11).

[monsterskissingmonsters]

I like L being a Funny Foreigner type because I think his relationship with Light would be just that much more interesting. Imagine L bringing Light an umbrella on a rainy day at university and only being kind of aware of the implications of two people walking under an umbrella while Light is internally going mad because he is realizing he has a thing for this weirdo. Picture L trying to pull out the British Pinkie while drinking from a yunomi and Light trying not to bark out loud with laughter. Dig the image of L replacing the mikan on top of the kagami-mochi with a chocolate orange. Think of L Lawliet eating all the chitose ame his and Light's child gets on Shichi-Go-San.

[giantkillerjack]

Favorite part about Death Note is that Light gets the Note and IMMEDIATELY becomes a serial killer fascist with a god complex.

No build-up, no Fall From Grace, no slow corruption of a good boy gradually becoming a monster. Just-- SPEED RUN STRATS. And I love that for him.

Tbh, I think there are a lot of folks (especially boys) from my high school days who would have immediately become monsters if given the power of life and death over every person around them.

It's kind of like how when people have apparently casual ableist beliefs, and you push them to elaborate on that just a little bit, they'll often end up openly saying stuff like "well, some people are just too disabled to be worth the resources it takes to support them." - Which is... eugenics. It's just eugenics, justified by the myth of scarcity. Now these folks almost certainly won't call it eugenics, or even think of it that way. But that doesn't make it NOT a core belief of the Nazis.

In a similar way, Light seems like a nice and well-adjusted boy with strong beliefs. No harm in that.

But to paraphrase Lindsay Ellis in her analysis of the Game of Thrones ending, "Power doesn't necessarily corrupt. Power reveals." [I think she was quoting someone else when she said this. It was someone who wrote a biography on LBJ. Whatever. Lindsay said it and she's smart as hell and I recommend her videos.]

And 15 minutes into the Death Note musical, I'm already thinking about how so many beliefs "casually" held by well-adjusted, nice people immediately reveal their monstrousness when talked through to their natural conclusion.

And I wonder how many of those people, given the power of life and death over everyone around them - the power to take their ideas to their natural conclusions - would also immediately reveal how their lack of self-reflection has laid the groundwork for them to become monsters.

[chemicalarospec]

It's a great day to be indirectly accused of being a Nazi for calling out subtle whitewashing (??????????????)

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

L and Light flirting via small level corruption. Maybe someone's taking evidence out of the evidence from the crime scene, not enough to derail the case, but enough to make it interesting. Maybe someone's embezzling funds, just so the funds don't add up. Its all petty crime, not enough to be worth the effort, but they cover their tracks so well this person clearly knows whay they're doing. Maybe someone just wants L's attention.

clawing at my face CLAWING AT MY FACE!!! SOMEONE JUST WANTS L'S ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!

L determines immediately that this is someone with close ties to the police (again) and that it's someone who's smarter than half the squad. it's also someone with a personal interest in him, because this only happens on L's cases and it keeps happening, even when the perps are caught and he goes onto the next. he can't trace back the source but it's like this absurd breadcrumb trail.

the worst part is that when he figures out it's light yagami (which happens fairly fast. it's light.) light is so...utterly disinterested in him. he's polite and vapid and earnest and there's no teeth at all, and it's so... fucking intriguing. drives L up a wall. like i'm here, you hooked me, what do you want, and light's just like. blink blink. not sure what you're talking about. say, wanna work with me on this case? and L does, because the brilliant and unfortunately handsome son of soichiro yagami has picked a case that's right up L's alley, and he's not actually awful to work with.

light yagami is a puzzle that L wants to solve. he's fanatically devoted to a concept of justice that is so black and white that even L himself finds he's gray to light, which means he's just barely on the edge of black. he will also lie, cheat, scheme, and blackmail his way into finishing a case, which is the same shit L does. he's caught so many criminals that he's become the rapidly rising star of the NPA. he can't shoot a gun for shit. he has a mean bark and a meaner bite but L is the only one who ever gets to see it. what the fuck is wrong with him. and what does he want.

[obitoslover]

Death Note x Naruto has taken over my brain these days, so I did another au (inspired by a friend's psychoanalysis on Madara who made me like bipolar Madara hc)

Basically, Madara take Light Yagami's place as Kira, killing criminals. One of the differences, tho, is that he doesn't wanna be acknowledged, since it would make his objective a lot harder

Kaguya is the shinigami, yey!! Should've I used Black Zetsu due to his nonhuman look? Yes, but I wanted to make Kaguya with a Samara from The Ring aspect + Kaguya is the mind behind Zetsu in anime + I like her better = Kaguya won

ANYWAY!!! Some lore points I have for now:

— Izuna takes Misa's place, bc he wants to help his brother getting rid of all the bad people; he seems somewhat more excited/engaged for this whole "new world's god" thing than Madara tho

Unlike Misa, he doesn't have the shinigami eyes, since Madara doesn't want his younger brother to take half of his lifespan away, especially when he already got it. Idk if Izuna has his own death note, so maybe he helps his bro in some other way (like the Oracle from DC vibes?)

— Madara wrote Tobirama's name as a "test" to see if the notebook was true. Why? Because that's his brother's ex who broke up horribly with him so why not (they realized they don't know where he is, so they couldn't possibly know if it work. two dummies)

— L is Tobirama... in the sense of who's against Kira, not who's the detective

"But he's dead way before Kira's mass killing was recognized as someone's doing, how is that possible??" you may ask, and I say

"Tobirama" is a fake name

See, l like mad scientist Tobirama and it's variations, so I needed to put this here. He's a criminal who never got caught, a really secretive one about his personal life, so most of the time he's using a fake identity to prevent people to keep a track on him; so it means Izuna didn't know his actual name and gave the fake one to Madara

"Tobirama" was one of the first people to realize all those deaths were induced by someone, so, in order to prevent his possible death in case he's caught, he started to hunt who could be Kira

— "Tobirama" is Hashirama's brother. He dyes his hair and wear eye contacts (and other things too like, idk, different clothing, some light make up to give a different look on his face) while undercover, so he can take a double life

You can't even imagine Madara's surprise when he finally realize his friend's brother and "Tobirama" are the same person

(I wanna make Itama = Tobirama, with his white hair + red eyes combo being his undercover while he has natural colors in his actual appearance, but I'm still deciding how confusing and cool it could be)

— Near and Mello aren't related to L in the slightest. I haven't decided yet who they could be (Maybe Kakashi=Near and Obito=Mello), but they would still be really close to the government and be, indeed, detective prodigies

Maybe they're chasing Kira at the same time as L? If I decide so, it would make Madara's life way harder, since it's both a criminal (with other criminals' contacts and accessibilities) and the government (two people above it, tbh) against him..... nah, he'd be caught way earlier, I need fun

[olderthannetfic]

As someone who's been wondering why there've been so many senseless, needless arguments online about a hypothetical derth of purity in fiction and how it affects people negatively (it doesn't), now learning from several friends who are teachers (with the oldest being a uni professor) that Gen Z (27-11 yo) and Gen Alpha can't read, have poor media literacy, and soley seek fiction to reaffirm their own worldviews without curiosity and with judgement (and a lot of it). I say this as someone who is Gen Z. I'm only 26 years old, but I'm also a TA right now while I'm in grad school. it's not just the middle school and high school students. College students who should be able to do simple literary analysis cannot. Sure these issues (puritanical thinking, absent/poor parenting, lackluster curriculum, etc) have always existed, but with this in mind, it absolutely makes sense why there's so much dumb discourse over things in media that anyone with sense could separate from reality. Even simple things that you learn in elementary school at 6 years old, like "just because the story is focalized through a specific character, doesn't mean they're correct/the protagonist≠morally righteous/you're not always supposed to agree with the POV character or main characters." Maybe it really is the case that, sure some people are being deliberately obtuse, but there are also others who probably don't know.

I've seen it explained to people in fandom and on tumblr with popular series people have read or seen. No, you're not supposed to think Light Yagami is a good guy or a hero. "L is the straightforward hero in Death Note the whole time" isn't clever. It's the main text. No, you're not supposed to agree with Eren Jaeger or military fascists. "SNK is pro military and pro genocide" is just inaccurate. All the characters exhibiting those traits are killed to signal the flaws in their rhetoric. It's actually really unambiguous in that regard, not at all subtle. No, x shoujo/YA fantasy/Ya romance isn't advocating for middle school or high school girls to date men in their mid-20s. Teen girls have always fantasized about adults they find attractive, and these stories (made for and marketed to teen girls) fulfills that desire while protecting them from the possibility of that reality (an adult returning their feelings). No, it's not weird that mythological gods (but I see people mostly complaining about Greek and Egyptian ones) are related. It's purposeful. They're all related concepts and personifications of nature, which is all connected. Get over yourselves. No, it's not weird that gothic stories have incest in them. It was a common practice among aristocracy and nobility all around them world (so, not just a "white people thing"), and it typically symbolizes the decay as social norms. If you feel discomfort, then the story was successful.

On the one hand, sure. It's purity culture, ignorance, misogyny, etc. On the other hand, do the people who harp on about these actually know how to interpret stories? I'm often told "They can't read" as an explanation by others. I'm starting to think it's true, and I don't know how to combat that as someone who may be an educator down the road myself while also being involved in fandom.

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I'd say it's about 50/50 the usual The Kids These Days scaremongering and a genuine shift.

Reading comprehension can be taught. I was taught to analyze passages in school. Students have to be open to learning, but it's not like some critical language thing you need to absorb before the age of two: a college student who's actually interested in getting better can perfectly well do so, possibly with some help or possibly just with experience.

Plenty of it is anxiety about being wrong and immoral and hurting people too. It's fundie thinking where listening and engaging means capitulating. Lots of people do slowly get over this. Many will calm down about it if they ever get the anxiety meds they so desperately need. Some would probably benefit from ceasing to self harm via social media doomscrolling or exclusively consuming attention span-destroying, FOMO-inducing garbage.

...I say as I answer tumblr asks instead of getting out of bed to start my New Year's resolutions.

[2mny-glockis]

White angel come, Intoxicates my blood (Masterlist)

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Fics >ᵥ_ᵥ<

Out like a light boxer!eren x Onyankopon lil sis!reader

Say that you love me Delulu!Eren x black fem reader

7 weeks & 3 days Megumi x oblivious! Black fem reader

Emotions actor!nanami x fashion designer!reader

Loving machine model!suguru x fashion designer!reader

Slow Dance!! Sukuna x black fem reader

Kiss of life Law x single mom!reader

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Series >ᵥ_ᵥ<

Pretty… Eren Yeager x coquette black fem reader series:

pretty… pt 1 Pretty… pt2 Pretty…pt3

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Headcanons >ᵥ_ᵥ<

For the Heart!! Megumi bf hcs

For the heart! Jjk headcanons

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Dabbles + Scenarios >ᵥ_ᵥ<

Your lips my lips Eren + Luffy + Yuji scenarios

Their fav emoji combos Aot + Jjk+ Op

Healing Eren x Earthy black fem reader

express your love academic student!Light yagami x Reader.

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Smaus >ᵥ_ᵥ<

My love!! >ᵥ_ᵥ< pre relationship text with Misa amane like reader and the Jjk men!!

Jjk texts but they are texts between me and my boyfriend

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[corviiids]

Could bugs bunny defeat light

im gonna go ahead and say that cartoons in general have a massive advantage over light due to cartoon logic and bugs bunny was the precise one i was thinking of (caveat that i am aware of but do not possess an intimate knowledge of the looney tunes universe)

verdict: yes. bugs in particular is known for being shrewd and clever so i think even of all toon characters he has an extra edge.

could bugs bunny intuit the mechanics of the death note? / could bugs bunny identify light yagami?

ill answer these together bc i think bugs would find them out at the same time by delivering an old-timey hardboiled monologue directly to the fourth wall in black and white and then turning on the tv to see that death note (2006) is playing

could bugs bunny survive?

you cant KILL BUGS BUNNY.

[rinneroraito]

it could be the alcohoL

Maybe I deserve a break. Maybe, just maybe, I need to loosen up, because things had gone painfully awry when we started putting up cameras and wiretaps in Light Yagami’s room only for them to be removed shortly.

I was so sure we’d at least get something out of it, just something to move the investigation along. First it was the FBI agents, and now this. We were at a dead end again and it just stressed me out. Every waking moment that Kira was out there sowed fear deeper into the hearts of concerned citizens, and also a cult following of people who thought he was a god.

Staring up at the off-white ceiling, mulling over the events that transpired throughout the whole investigation, I sighed. It was all that consumed me for a while, every bit of energy I had had been directed towards this case. The mattress felt comforting, but I needed something else to take the edge off just a little bit, so I got up and grabbed the telephone by the bedside table, dialing Room Service.

“Hi, do you happen to have alcohol?”

—-

L was typing away at his computer when I shuffled into his room with a can of beer. The reason why I came here is lost to me now, only remembering that I wanted to see him. I’ve already finished 3 cans and was obviously inebriated at this moment and I figured if I had a drink then I might as well just enjoy myself. An aspirin, loads of cold water, a carbonated drink and some hot broth in the morning would fix me up.

The screens glowed in his dark office, and I could see his back as he crouched on his seat, the keyboard clicking as he continued to type. His head slightly bobs up and down, left and right as he looked at his screens. I drag my feet to him.

I stood there right behind L, looking at the screens first, then down at him, or at least down at the back of his head and the nape of his neck covered sparsely by his dark hair.

“Miss Uehara, I can smell the alcohol from here,” L says, not looking up at me.

“I’m off duty at the moment, aren’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll be alright in the morning, I have a regimen for this.” I replied, putting an arm on the back of the chair he was sitting on and leaning towards the back of his head. Reaching the other hand holding the beer out to him, I asked. 

“You want some?”

“No thank you, I’d like to keep a clear head while working.”

“I figured. You’re such a workaholic, Detective. Such a workaholic.”

“Your speech isn’t slurring yet so I assume you’re just buzzed. Were you pressured by the events as of late? I didn’t expect you to be the type to drink alcohol, actually.”

“Oh, you didn’t, did you? Well, it has been stressful, but I can manage. This helps.” I brought the can to my mouth and took a long swig from it, exhaling after. “And I guess, in some way, you’re helping me, too.”

L was very much aware of the effects of alcohol and how it lowers down a person’s inhibitions significantly. The way I was approaching him right now was more daring than usual and he knew it. I drank down what was left of the drink in the can. “Would you please elaborate on that, Miss Uehara? Besides helping out with the Kira case and that small encouragement I gave you some time ago, I don’t suppose I’ve done anything of significant help towards you.”

A small chuckle escaped me as I leaned closer towards him, resting my forehead on the back of his head. I felt him shift slightly as I made contact with him, but I could still hear the keyboard clicking so he didn’t seem too distracted at all by what I did.

“Because you’re an inspiration to me and well, I like that you’re here, World’s Greatest Detective. It’s like, a biiiig deal to me that I get to work with you, you know?” I ramble.

“You speak rather highly of me, Miss Uehara, I’m touched, thank you.” He speaks in his usual monotone voice and in my inebriation and the fact that I couldn't see his face, it was hard for me to  tell if he was actually flattered or was just responding out of courtesy.

“Also, I think I actually like you, L...”

The keyboard’s clacking stopped as the words escaped my mouth. I dropped the usual honorific I called him by, likely influenced by the alcohol. He was still, and I continued to ramble on in my intoxication.

“I like the way you stare at things like you’re trying to dissect them before you, your piercing glare so intense that I feel like if you had lasers in your eyes I’d be bisected right in front of you. I like the way you daintily hold things with your thumb and forefinger, and it makes me wonder just how strong your digits are.”

He shifted slightly forwards, and I brought the arm that I had resting on the back of his chair around to rest on his shoulder.

“I like the way you eat your sweets, it’s nice to see you enjoy them. I like how I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or you’re just being blunt at times, and it sends the rest of the Task Force in a state of confusion whenever you say something.” I chuckled, pressing my cheek on the top of his head.

“I like your face, the seemingly permanent shadows under your eyes, your sharp jawlines and how long your neck is, your lanky frame… I like how you’re so smart and you know that you’re the smartest guy in the room but you give everyone the benefit of the doubt because of the way you look.”

“Miss Uehara…”

“I don’t know, Detective, maybe I do like you or maybe it’s the alcohol.” Hair strands fell off my shoulders, caressing the nape of his neck as I lowered my face on the back of his head, his hair  brushing against my cheeks. “Your hair smells nice.” I say, feeling my breath bounce off of the nape of his neck and I felt him bend forward away from me just a little.

“While I am flattered by your words, Miss Uehara, I have my reservations over accepting them due to your current state. Were the things you just said truthful and you’ve been harboring a fondness for me for a while or were they just a product of the mock confidence induced by alcohol?”

My eyelids fluttered as I listened to him and I tilted my head so my cheek was pressed into the back of his head again.

“If I remember all of this in the morning and start acting awkward around you, then you’ll know..”

“Would you kindly stand up so I can move away, please? I’ll have Watari assist you back to your room.” Exhaling slowly I did as he requested and leaned away from him. “Can I sleep on the couch over there? I don’t..” I swayed slightly on my feet.

He turns around and looks up at me, his wide eyes illuminated by the electric lighting of the monitors before us. I could swear there was a gentleness in it, but it could be the alcohol. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. I just want to know that there’s someone else within the 4 walls of the room I’m in.”

“Very well. I’ll have a blanket brought up here for you.” He gets out of his seat and walks around his chair to my side.

“Thanks, Detective.” I stepped back so I could walk to where the couch was when the rest of the alcohol I just drank suddenly hit me and I stumbled backwards. L, who had been perceptive of the entire situation, was able to grab me by my shoulders before I could lose my balance even more.

“Easy. It seems like the rest of the alcohol you drank is starting to run its course, please hold on to me and I’ll walk you to the couch.”

His grip on my shoulders was firm and secure. I leaned into him and he brought one of his arms around my back as he walked me to the couch by the other end of the room where I promptly dropped myself onto. The couch felt more comfortable than my hotel room’s bed for some reason.

My voice comes out a little ragged as I pull my feet up onto the couch.

“Hey, Detective..?” 

“Yes, Miss Uehara?”

“I still have the lollipop stick from that day we met.”

If he ever replied, I couldn’t hear it anymore as my eyes swam and sleep took over me.

[pixels-not-dreams]

wingtip || dom!light yagami x reader

He swings his leg back, and forward again, making swift, bruising contact with the flesh of your abdomen. It's a pain unlike others you've experienced. You can tell immediately that you'll have a lovely bruise there. It will be shades of purple and blue and black, and as it fades to green and yellow you'll know that Light's love is being absorbed into your body. Redistributed from the injury to your guts and heart. But now, as the blood rushes to the point of impact, it hurts, and you feel happy.

Light has burned you with cigarettes before, and that is a bright, scalding agony all its own. He smokes Seven Stars. You know this because he trusts you to get them for him. He trusts you because, although he has many loyal servants, he loves you best of all. You go to Lawson, or 7-11, or Family Mart (he prefers Lawson—the white of the milk bottle logo reminds him of his own mastery of death). You buy him two packs of Seven Stars, and you kneel in front of him, holding up the cartons like shinsen at a kamidama. Sometimes, when he feels very, very grateful, he smiles at you. It's the most beautiful thing you see all day.

This is why you trust him to hurt you. He would only do this if he trusted you to bear the brunt bravely, like the good soldier you are. If he didn't think this, he would give you a curt nod and a restrained, too-formal arigatou gozaimashita. This left you bereft and unsatisfied. You used to feel this hungry dissatisfaction when he fucked you hard and rough finished too quickly. Now, you have something better than his cock. His fists and shoes are more than enough.

You knew Light was going to beat you. The second the door had shut behind him, a glint had shone in his eye. This only happened when you'd been very, very good, and he had to hurt you to show his gratitude.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. “You understand why I have to do this, don't you?”

You swallow hard and lick your lips. It's so hard not to squirm when Light looks at you. He's sitting so regally in his office chair. It's a Hermann Miller. He had it imported from Germany. You had helped get it out of customs at Narita.

His suit is navy blue. He's taken a shine to western menswear, and he allows you to take his dry cleaning, sometimes.

“Did you lose your head, Y/N?” he asks. “I asked you a question. I want an answer—I don't speak to you for my health, you know.”

“Yes, Kira-sama,” you say. “I lost my head. I understand why you have to hit me.”

“I have to hit you because…” he prompts. The corner of his mouth is twitching. Is he going to smile? You hope he is. You push yourself up off the ground to kneel. You're so wet you're afraid you might leave a spot on the backs of your calves. Last time that happened, Light berated you for being sloppy and kicked you in the rear. You'd had a sole-shaped bruise for a week and a half.

“Because,” you say. You feel breathless. “You love me best of all.”

“Well done, Y/N,” Light says. He doesn't smile—not yet. But you can see it building inside him. “You've learned well. You were so stupid when you first came to me, weren't you?”

“Yes, Kira-sama. I was very stupid. I am still very stupid.”

His eyes narrow.

“Excuse me, Y/N,” he says. “I don't remember inviting you to contradict me.” His voice has a steely edge to it now. You've annoyed him, and your cheeks burn.

“What do I do when you undermine me, Y/N?” He looks up to the ceiling, a mocking mimicry of being deep in thought.

You sit back further on your heels. Your cunt pulses. If you get up, he'll see how wet you are, and he'll laugh and laugh.

“You punish me, Kira-sama.” A tear wobbles in the corner of your eye. You try to stop it from falling, but you're leaking everywhere.

“That's right. Very good.” Light clasps his hands together and leans back in his chair. He spins idly from side to side, considering his options. He could slap you, or pinch you, or force you to spend the rest of the day working with your tits out. He'd done that, once, when he sent you out for a six-pack of Kirin and you'd returned with Asahi.

He leans forward and grabs your face, squeezing it hard enough to force your lips to pucker. A bubble of saliva pops between them. You try hard to meet his eyes, but it burns to do so.

“Stand,” he commands, letting go of you. “Go on.”

You obey him. You're careful to stay facing him the whole time so he doesn't see the slick of your stupid, needy cunt. It's so hard to be still when you're like this; you wobble from foot to foot, as if he's already fucked you.

“Turn around.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You think, for a second, that you might be sick, and you clutch your stomach where he’d kicked you. Slowly, as if you're stuck in molasses, you spin so that your back is to him.

Light inhales slowly. You can tell from the smell filling your nostrils that he's lit one of his Seven Stars. He can't see your face, but you beam with pride. You can hear him rise from the chair and walk towards you. He hovers behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat of him, and blows a cloud of smoke over your shoulder, burning your eyes and nose.

Suddenly, his hand is on your behind, groping for the cleft between your legs. He pulls his hand away as quickly as he'd laid it on you and shakes it as if he's touched garbage—which, you suppose, he has.

He leans close to your ear. His breath is smoky and too-warm. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your knees weak.

“Disgusting,” he says, and you know he's smiling at last. “You lost your head because you're ruled by your cunt.”

You nod, too mortified to speak. He places his hand between your shoulder blades and shoves you lightly so that you stumble forward. You want to look over your shoulder, search his face for reassurance—but you're very brave, so you stay facing the wall.

Light is shuffling around out of your sight. You assume he's putting out his cigarette. Maybe loosening his tie, taking off his jacket. If you're lucky, he's stroking himself, getting his cock ready to slap you with it. He hasn't done that in a while. You haven't earned it.

The smell of shoe polish betrays that, after all his pomp and circumstance, he's going to kick you again with one of his beautiful wingtips. They're Celine. You ordered them for him from a shopping service in Paris.

His silence frightens you. You know the impact of his shoe; it's as comforting as a visit from an old friend. But that doesn't make it easier to anticipate the blow before it glances.

You stand in agonized silence for who knows how long, your cunt dripping all the while. As soon as your guard drops, he rears back and kicks you with all his might in the small of your back. He must truly hate you, you think in your head. To care so little for your kidneys is criminal. But your heart and your cunt know he loves you.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 5 Translations

This is Day 5 of Shonen Jump’s special commemoration of My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, which is being rolled out daily across one-week in each prefecture’s newspaper.

The schedule:

April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions

April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region

April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region

April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region

April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions

April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions

April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release

You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after the newspaper release.

Here we go!

Chūgoku Region

Tottori

Photo credit: twitter user aoao_rice

Ashido: "Ohoo~! Have I got a scoop on a summer fling!?" All Might: "I have come to rubberneck!! ...not! Let's go, Young Ashido!" Yaoyorozu: "Since Kaminari-san has overslept again this morning, please be careful as the class representative." Iida: "Indeed! After all, disturbance of life's daily rhythm is no good." Narrator: "The class president was simply communicating with administration."

Hakuto Coast is a magnificent beach beside a shrine famous for being the location of the so-called "first love story" wherein the white rabbit (the shrine's namesake, 白兎) played matchmaker for deity Ōkuninushi and princess Yagami after Ōkuninushi advised the rabbit on how to heal its wounds. The shrine specializes in matchmaking charms and the area is considered a "lovers' sanctuary."

Shimane

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Shouji: "What an incredible slope!" Iida: "Aah, this will be hard, but at the top of that slope a spectacular view of the ocean and a sense of accomplishment await you... Give it your all, Engine!! You can do this!" Kaminari: "You're empathizing with the engines!?"

Eshima Ohashi is famous for being photographed in ways that distort its true slope gradient, making it appear insanely steep. It's steep, but not insanely so! I guess Iida identifies with engines.

Okayama

Photo credit: twitter user mayori_nu3sei

Best Jeanist: "Don't give me the cold shoulder. Just say the word and I'll coordinate any number of jeans outfits for us!" Bakugou: "I WAS JUST PASSING BY, ALL RIGHT!!!" Kaminari: "Now, now, now..." Mineta: "C'mon, you can be honest!"

Kojima Jeans Street is a popular tourist destination in Kurashiki City, as it has been dubbed the birthplace of blue jeans in Japan from its first production in the 1960s. Kacchan is in denial--accept your fate and wrap yourself in the weft of rich indigo!!

Hiroshima

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Kaminari: "Hey! Just a minute ago it was on land, now it's under water!?" Bakugou: "It's just high tide, ain't it!!" Sero: "Ohh, right, the whole thing with the moon's gravity. So, it sinks once every day?" Bakugou: "High tide comes twice a day, don't it!! Go back to kindergarten and start over, you pieces of trash!!"

Visiting Itsukushima Shrine, whose torii entrance appears to be floating in the water at high tide and is made out of decay-resistant camphor wood. The shrine buildings themselves are built up so as to not be submerged.

Yamaguchi

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Todoroki: "This is from my father. Please enjoy at your leisure." Kirishima: "'Ssanks for tha' provisions!!" Uraraka: "Todoroki-kun, you know, you should say thanks!" Todoroki: "It's delicious, thank you." Uraraka: "I meant thank your dad!"

They are eating kawara soba, a unique dish in Yamaguchi which is cooked on a hot curved roof tile.

Shikoku Region

Tokushima

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Kaminari: "Wheeeey..." Sero: "I'd rather be a dancing idiot than a wheeey idiot!" Crowd: "Both are idiots, so why, oh why, not dance~!" Ashido: "Let's go, everyone!! We're all part of this!"

Tokushima's Obon festival includes the Awa dance, wherein huge crowds of people dance in procession over a period of three days. Here's an example! They also often sing a song, dating back to a popular tune from the Edo period, which says both dancers and watchers are idiots, so if you don't dance, it's your loss!

Kagawa

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Uraraka: "It's anybody who's seen it, right? They won't have money problems for the rest of their life!" Izuku: "That's a crazy face, Uraraka-san!!?"

The Zenigata Sunae in Kan'onji City is a sand sculpture depicting an old Japanese coin, called kan'ei tsūhō. It was originally constructed in 1633 by the local people to welcome a daimyō. According to legend, anyone who sees the coin will live a long and happy life and never have problems with money.

Ehime

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Todoroki: "What's this kind of thing about? Are we, like, BFFs now?" Kirishima: "You said it, Todoroki! (red-faced)"

This is JR Shimonada Station, an unstaffed train station along the coast which offers beautiful views of the ocean. Kirishima is a sweetiepie, and apparently easily flustered, hehe.

Kōchi

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Uraraka: "I'm gonna take a picture!" Dark Shadow: "Aieee!" Hagakure: "All righty~!" Sero: "Looking at this kinda thing, it's like seeing a monster in a dungeon." Jirou: "Use delicacy!!"

Ryūga Cave of Kami City is one of the biggest limestone caves in all of Japan; formed over a period of 175 million years, ancient artifacts from the Yayoi period (~300 BCE to 300 CE) have been found within it. Sero, how could you be so cavalier! Dark Shadow is a good boy!!

That wraps up Day 5, see you for Day 6!

[buck-tick-stash]

THE CEREMONY -櫻井敦司へ-

December 8th, 20:00.

I’m not terribly good at calculating the number in large crowds, but I’d say there were between 400 and 500 people in line for the time slot, many who were already waiting when I arrived thirty minutes early.

The staff were gentle but urged us to be efficient, and we had little time to absorb all that was around us with more waiting to enter behind.

Upon entering the venue, the staff handed us one each of a pile of pink carnations. Along the walls were bouquets sent by various companies and musicians, which continued through all the lean hallways from start to finish.

As we turned the corner, framed poster-sized photographs of our Acchan greeted us along the left wall. All were recent, taken in the last year or two, poses of him on stage in costume. The last of these struck me the most. The underside of his legs was fully exposed. And as if to provide the starkest contrast with the burlesque view, his face had the sweetest expression. An angel in black sheen and lace, standing before an audience of flowers and the moving mourning procession, with tears already falling.

In the main hall, the banners we had all signed over the past seven weeks were hung high up along the three walls around the audience, as if presenting them heavenward. The band’s speakers were hung up and in that moment were playing “Kodou,” Sakurai’s voice gently speaking like a lullaby, Gomennasai arigatou.

As we were escorted to our individual standing spots, we beheld the stage.

Nine of his recent costumes stood before us on black mannequins. The stage was absolutely lush with flowers: shades of red, pink, white and yellow that covered every inch of the stage floor and ascended upward all the way to the ceiling, from which hung three massive prints of Sakurai. The flower that he held in the image stage right was the same as many that now surrounded him.

Between the flowers and the pictures was a background of white gossamer, striped with sequins for the appearance of silver rain against white clouds.

Once the first several rows of us were lined up neatly, the staff called for the first row to step forward.

We were given only ten seconds or so before the staff called people to exit to the next hallway. The audience all advanced one floor spot, and the next row was called up.

As more of the stage became visible to me, I noticed one of Yagami’s drumheads, signed by the whole band, standing upright near the center stage for the audience to see.

Sakurai’s finger cymbals hanging on their red string.

A candelabra swollen with melted white wax and black ash.

Our row was called up. I lay my carnation slightly to the side so as not to contribute to the near toppling pile already formed. I found myself praying before the black lace of the Tour the Best costume, the second and last time I would ever come this close to those clothes. I kept my prayer short, a thank you as spoken in another one of his lyrics, bowed and reopened my eyes. I wanted to take in as much as possible before being sent away.

As our row was thanked to leave, we crossed the row of masks laid out neatly by the cymbals. I wanted to linger to look at them more, but the staff were motioning us to move quickly.

Another hall of bouquets to the right and framed photo posters to the left, this time many of which were from photo shoots.

A third hallway.

At the exit, the staff took the final tickets from us and handed us a card in a plastic wrap, the commemorative photo. It would be sometime later that evening when I would be in a comfortable place to open it.

I made a point to approach one of the staff and thank them for their work during such a difficult time. I then sat on one of the benches in the nearby open space to cry freely for a while before I was able to head out.

The work it must have taken to accommodate so many mourners is deeply appreciated, and I’m very, very grateful to the band and staff for pulling this off, especially in taking in so many additional mourners as the demand grew.

And to Sakurai Atsushi,

Acchan,

I’ve said it so many time and will continue to,

arigatou iwanakucha

thank you, thank you, eternally and sincerely, thank you

for so much music, love, and more

thank you.

[c-cw-f-saeko]

tesso's bingo card for infinite wealth

i will explain each category as if he was in ichiban's party 💔

__________

Life Hack: Acupressure

Tesso says acupressure can help with some types of pain and a good alternative to acupuncture. In his opinion, knowing certain pressure points is a good thing to keep in mind in a pinch.

Surprising Fact: Has a daughter

I've said this before (LOL) but Tesso has adopted one of the kids of Restaurant Row. Her name is Yua. This isn't quite expected from an assassin of the Liumang...

Bad Habit: Cooks everything on high heat

Literally cooks on a fire engine. It looks scary the first time you see it, but he assures to have never come close to burning down his house. Seonhee doesn't like this at all.

Likes: Playing Mahjong with Seonhee

She's a though match and tends to win often. Tesso tries very hard to beat her.

Special Skill: Can fall asleep anywhere

Tends to not sleep at night, so, he tried getting rest anytime he can during the day. He even fell asleep standing up one time (without falling).

Currently Hooked On: Manga

He checked out what one of his subordinates (probably Yeona) was reading and he ended up really into it. He recalled giving manga not much attention when he was young, so he regrets missing out on it a bit.

Hobby: Gardening

Grows radishes and cabbages on the rooftops of some Restaurant Row buildings. Uses it exclusively for Seonhee's kimchi, Yua's dishes or meals for his subordinates (so he's not selling these, family only!).

Wants To Learn: Dancing

He got curious from hearing Yagami being an advisor at Seiryo. He thought it might be worth trying as a workout since it looks fun.

Last Thing He Bought: A drone

Kaito and Yagami gave him the idea. Totally frivolous since he has no real use to it, but worth it since he had never seen Restaurant Row from above.

Kid Tesso: Had a Hip phase

Long ago, he was all about dressing stylish and a so-called streetwear enthusiast. Took good care of his shoes even to a ridiculous degree ("Gotta keep my AirForce Ones white no matter what"). Looking back, he finds it funny that he doesn't really care about that sort of things anymore.

When He Can't Sleep: Goes on a long walk

On nights he can't find sleep, he just walks the streets of Yokohama to clear his mind. He challenges himself to memorize as many details about the streets as possible. It's useful at times.

Embarrassing Moment: Bleached his hair blond after losing a bet

Sugiura dared Tesso on a drinking duel out of the blue and lost terribly. To celebrate his win, Sugiura suggested Tesso tried out his hairstyle just for fun to see if he liked it. It was supposed to be dark brown but ended up leaving it for too long, so he was blond instead (like a #27).

Tesso hid his head under his jacket hood the entire following week, waiting long enough to dye his hair back to black. Since no knows it happened (Sugiura kept a lot of pictures though), they both could laugh about it. Tesso is just glad to not have gone bald.

Knows A Lot About: Shops in Yokohama

As per the long walks, he memorized many shops of Yokohama. For most things, he can always give a recommendation of where to look.

Favorite Food: Anything Zhao cooks

Seonhee is trying hard to make him admit it, but he just can't do it. Between her cooking and Zhao's cooking, deep down, Tesso likes Zhao's a little bit more. Nostalgia is a bit at play here since his food is very reminiscent of his uncle's old restaurant. However, Zhao is just that good of a cook, what can he say!

Current Dilemma: Buying dinner for all of his subordinates

Since the merge of the Liumang and Geomijul and being the second officer in charge, his number of subordinates pretty much doubled. It's nice since he gets along with them well, but it can be tricky and hard on the wallet to treat them all to dinner. Finding out something everyone will like is always a challenge.

Chronic Illness: Early-stage arthritis in his fingers

He is quite young for arthritis, but his gloved claws and stiff articulations of his hands make things worse. It's bearable for now, but he's unsure of how he will handle it in the future.

kasuga and tesso would get along so great actaully! im dying on that hill!!!!

[linkspooky]

Bungo Stray Dogs, Chapter 105.5 Thoughts.

Late. Late. Late. Meta on the newest Bungo Stray Dogs chapter. Dostoevsky easily turning around Dazai’s death trap and then setting each up a death trap Dazai is a twist that many people saw coming. In honesty Dazai and Dos-kun have a relationship much like L and Light Yagami where they are constantly one upping each other and going “I planned this all along...” and then “No, you fool! I knew what you were planning, and I planned this!” It’s even likely that Dazai is probably going to turn the tables on Dostoevsky and set yet another death trap for him. 

However, this quote in the chapter caught a lot of people’s eyes, especially fans of the Soukoku dynamic. Dostoevsky blames Dazai’s failure to kill him on the shallowness of the bond between Dazai and Chuuya. A lot of people are predicting that Dostoevsky is underesimtating the depth of their bond and that’s what is going to make them lose, and others think Dostoevsky is right on the money. 

My thoughts are under the cut. 

1. Chuuya, this is farewell to you too. 

Whether Dazai and Chuuya’s bond is shallow like Dostoevsky surmises, or much deeper is not really a question that has black and white answer to it, because Dazai is one a lying liar who lies, and two not even honest with himself about his own feelings. 

For example, it’s still up in the air whether or not Dazai was genuinely trying to kill Chuuya by drowning him. His words are often at contradictions to his actions. He tries to think of times where they connected, and the panels we are given indicate a sad flashback montage one would have when all the good times you’ve spent with a dear friend flash by your eyes.

Then, Dazai is like: Well, anyway have fun dying!

Dazai’s internal thoughts are obviously in contradiction to his words, after all a whole montage of times they did connect, even an image of them holding hands is shown to us on panel, and then the next thng we’re treated to is Dazai smiling in an over exaggerated fake way and then saying goodbye. 

However, Dazai’s feelings are often one thing and his actions are another. He often makes cruel or heartless decisions that are completely against his feelings because he deems them necessary. He could just be lying about the fact he never had any moments where he connected with Chuuya, but even if he lied about that it doesn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t genuinely trying to kill him. 

Dazai fully intended on drowning Dostoevsky there and reading his secrets from his body, and acts genuinely surprised when his plan doesn’t work. Which unless Dazai is going to pull a light Yagami “I always knew you were going to get out of my trap, so I set up another trap, a trap-trap!” Then he was making a serious attempt to kill both Dosteovsky and Chuuya. Which might be the true reason why Dostoevsky called their bond shallow, and why Dazai’s plans failed because whatever he might genuinely feel he often acts counter to those feelings. 

They work well together as a team, even after they are separated for years and only briefly reunited for defeating the guild, and then in the movie Dead Apple. However, I would say even if they work well together the relationship between them is a bit uneven. Chuuya clearly trusts Dazai, but whether Dazai trusts Chuuya is up in the air. After all we get this moment of camraderie between the two of them. 

Then, Dazai just leaves Chuuya there instead of carrying him back home. It’s obviously just played off as a joke, but Dazai has a tendency to treat Chuuya, and people in general in this way. He does a similar thing to Akutagawa at the end of the guild arc, giving him the praise he so desperately wanted, only to cut him off again and go back to ignoring him until the next time he conveniently leaves him. 

On the topic of Chuuya and Akutagawa and the further paralleling between them, Dazai treating Akutagawa as disposable or just a pawn to capture a larger objective is specifically what gets him killed in the fight against Fukuchi. Dazai’s long treatment of Akutagawa as more of a tool than a person who trusted him and depended on him has resulted in Akutagawa viewing his own life as worthless and a pittance to trade for Dazai’s respect and acknowledgement. 

It might not even be a Chuuya and Dazai thing, so much as the way Dazai tends to engage with people in general, Akutagawa trusts Dazai, Chuuya trusts Dazai, but does Dazai trust them? Relatonships that are mainly based off of transactions can be viewed as shallow. It might not be Dazai’s lack of understanding of Chuuya himself that Dostoevsky is commenting on, but rather how easily Dazai was able to write off Chuuya as a necessary sacrifice for bringing Dostoevsky down. 

Because, Dazai does understand Chuuya and relate to him. It comes across well in the novels at least which are where we get Dazai and Chuuya’s backstory. Dazai himself in Stormfront, organizes an entire militia more or less to take down Verlaine using his knowledge of Chuuya’s powers as a gravitational user because apparently he thinks all day long about ways to harass and annoy Chuuya. He also seems to be doing this for Chuuya’s sake, but once again if he’s doing it out of genuine affection and a desire to save him, or a desire not to lose a genuine asset to the mafia is up in the air. Like, part of the tragedy of Stormfront if Chuuya just goes right back to the Port Mafia, another organization that only wants to exploit him for his ability and has decieved him into believing he has friends and comrades their. Chuuya isn’t going to find his own humanity, in a giant machine that is the port mafia that treats individuals as easily replacable cogs. 

The next generation of Double Black is also clearly intended to succeed where Chuuya and Dazai failed as a partnership. Like, yes they were partners for several years and they still work well together, but they were a failed partnership. Dazai just went up and left. The relationship and their partnership is broken and has been for several years. The reason why might just be Dazai and Chuya carry just too much self hatred that they only negatively project the worst faults they find in themself onto each other. They’re not really using their shared understanding to grow together, so much as a reason to stay apart. 

“Your birth itself was a mistake. We’re the same. Is there really a point to suffering thtrough all that pain for a life that isn’t real?”

The voice was taunting him. 

“Shut up.” Chuuya spat, but even he knew he was talking to himself. He was most likely hearing things due to the drugs he was given. There was nobody there, but his mind was scartered, and the voice wouldn’t stop. 

“Screw you, Dazai.”

“THat’s the best comeback you could come up with?” 

Chuuya wanted nothing more than to slice off the ear the voice was whisepring into. He could see Dazai’s wavering shadow by his side, and he wanted to gauge out his eyes. 

“That’s just proof that you at least somewhere believe what I’m saying. Because deep down inside, you’re the same as me.” 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! I’m me! I’m not some piece of shit like you!” 

The most recent fight between Shin-Soukoku and Fukuchi failed for two reasons, the first as stated above how Akutagawa considered his own life disposable and the second because they tried too hard to replicate the previous generation of Soukoku rather than focusing on how to surpass them and fight in their own way. 

The end result of Akutagawa and Atsushi’s relationship is also probably going to be them surpassing the previous two generations, by actually growing to like each other and like working together rather than just hating each other and having a begrudging respect. After all, Akutagawa’s interactions with Atushi has led to positive developments with him, including taking up Oda’s philosophy of not killing anyone while working in the mafia. 

Wheras I said before Chuuya and Dazai do have so much in common, but their relationship has been broken apart for years and they’re not really helping each other to grow to the same extent. Akutagawa and Atsushi would also, probably already like each other if not for Dazai. It’s Dazai who set them up against each other and made them hate each other, because he thought their rivalry would lead them to making each other stronger. Which like... what does that say about how Dazai sees his relationship with Chuuya?

 In Beast we’re treated to a brief glimpse at what their relationship would be if Dazai hadn’t pitted them against each other, and they’re both friendly and deeply understand the suffering the other has faced in the past. Atushi even opens up on the secret of his past in a way he’s never talked to anyone about it before. 

So, to sum it all up do I think the relationship between Chuuya and Dazai is shallow? Clearly, not. In the light novels we’re treated to the fact that they have a deep understanding of each other, and that Dazai will even pull out all the stops to fight against Verlaine when Verlaine tried to take him away from the mafia. 

However, does Dazai treat Chuuya as a trusted partner and friend? Not really. Dazai is a walking contradiction, so he can feel all of these things for Chuuya, and then decide to just either push him away, or even sacrifice him for the greater goal of taking down Dostoevsky. Rather than shallow I would say their bond is more uneven and tilted towards Dazai, Chuuya clearly trusts Dazai, but Dazai doesn’t really trust Chuuya enough to treat him like a person. This isn’t a shipping post and I’m not saying there’s no relationship there I spent the entire post talking about the ambiguity of their relationships especially in regards to Dazai’s feeling towards it. However, thematically as of right now they’re a bit of a failed relationship. They’ve just spent too many years apart, they’re not really working together in the story right now as much as they are working against each other, and Shin Soukoku is obviously set up to be a much more positive iteration of Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship.

[sempsimps]

doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference