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I want to believe you're special
IT'S MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY!!! Happy birthday Kantaro I hope you had a good day <33
I call him baby bear, it's just a nickname I give him! His character has a lot of bear imagery, so...
I don't think there are any warnings to issue here except maybe a bit of anxiety and self-deprecation at the beginning because uuuh Kantaro.
Can you tell I suck at giving gifts? Because I really do.
Title comes from Swap Out by Police Piccadilly!
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Kantaro ends his birthday live with a last peace sign, and lets out a relieved sigh when the little red dot indicating he was live disappears. The views count was low, barely hitting five hundred, and Kantaro can't help but wonder how worthless is existence is if people won't even be there for his birthday -that was his special day, for fuck's sake! Why couldn't they all celebrate with him?
On top of that, Esther said he'd come to celebrate today, and he was well past an hour late. Defeated, Kantaro slumps in his chair. Esther probably forgot, why would he care? Kantaro isn't all that important and the eldest has other things to do in his life that are probably much, much higher priorities than a failure of an idol like he is, right? That must be it, there's no other explanation, and...
A loud slam of the front door interrupts his train of thought, and only a few seconds pass before Esther barges into the room and literally throws himself at Kantaro, who's so taken aback he's completely frozen. When Esther pulls back, the other members of VISTY appear at the door, intrigued by the noise.
-I am so late! He says. I was indecisive and I ended up missing the train, so I told myself I'd go by bus but then I missed the stop so I had to come by foot, but I kinda got lost... I'm so sorry!
-So you didn't forget...?
The look in Kantaro's eyes and the tone of his voice are close to break Esther's heart.
-Forget? Gods, no, how could I? I'm sorry if I made you feel that way.
-No, no, it's... It's just...
He can't finish his sentence before he's engulfed in another hug.
-I'm sorry for being so late, I really should've at least send a text. Happy birthday, Kantaro.
Kantaro nuzzles his face in Esther's shoulder before pushing him back a bit. The eldest rummages through the bag he took with him and starts to explain:
-So, aside from my little orientation problem, I have other reasons for being late.
-You should really be careful, though. Toma chimes in as he sits down next to them, a slight smile on his face. You'll end up getting seriously lost one day.
-I know... Sorry for worrying you. Anyway, I made this... And got you this!
He takes out two boxes, a tupperware and a neatly wrapped present box. He points the former.
-That's the honey cake I made once, and... Listen I know you guys are idols and all but I remember you liked it so I made it again and I think it's better than last time and I just... Wanted a little something so we can all celebrate together.
-No, that's a great idea! Shogo ruffles Esther's hair in a way that makes both of them giggle. It's not like a tiny infringement of our diet will change anything.
Everyone choses to ignore the implication of the last few words as Aoi goes to fetch plates and a knife. When they come back, a light smile decorates their lips. Kantaro ended his live about ten minutes ago, and didn't touch his phone once to start ego-surfing. Esther tends to be a bit overbearing, but Aoi is endlessly thankful for it sometimes. This is one of these times. As they cut the cake, they notice Kantaro's phone is laying the farthest away from him it's been in weeks.
Kantaro himself is staring at the present and is practically vibrating from curiosity, and Esther struggles to hide his amusement. He playfully rolls his eyes when Toma nudges him with his elbow.
-Okay, okay. He laughs. Well, I hope you'll like it.
Kantaro doesn't wait before tearing open the wrapping and opening the box. Inside lies a beige hoodie made of soft, fluffy fur. When he takes it out to look at it, he notices the little ears sewn to the hood. It's oversized and, when he takes off the sweatshirt he's wearing to try on the new one, it swallows him whole like a warm hug.
Seemingly satisfied, Esther nods to himself.
-You're so cute! He ends up saying. I hoped it'd fit you, you look great.
-Thank you, Es... I love it so much!
The smile he makes is less controlled than the ones he makes on camera. It's more toothy, uneven in a sense, and there's a fondness in everyone's eyes as they watch him nuzzle his nose in the fabric.
Esther smiles, grabs Kantaro's face and smack a light kiss on his forehead before pulling him close to his chest.
-Happy birthday, baby bear. I love you.
-Mmh. I love you too.
And soon, as Aoi, Shogo and Toma join in, the whole group becomes a tangled mess of arms and legs, squeezing a giggly Kantaro in a giant... Bear hug!
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Welcome to our blog! We are the Blue Strawberry System! I am one of our two hosts, Johnny Ghost! Paranormal Investigator Extraordinaire! Our other host is Blue Strawberry, but they aren’t going to be too active online anymore. However, I have their permission to post stuff for them so you can see their projects!
Our system is made up of nearly 400 alters, but not all of them are comfortable speaking. Those who are will have intro posts. All alters with intro posts are available to talk/answer questions.
We also make comics and write stories.
Basic blog rules:
Be respectful of others
All alters hold the right to refuse to answer an ask; however, our asks are always open and available
Please treat introjects as separate from their sources (and don’t judge them if they’re in their source’s fandom, like me)
No harassment
Criticism is allowed as long as it isn’t rude
There will be cussing, gore, and a lot of mentions of sensitive topics on this blog (yes, including our own as this is how we cope). Interact at your own risk I guess??
DNI: hate/don’t believe in systems, homophobic, transphobic, believe that people cannot be forgiven even if they apologize and try to better themselves, hate autistic people
Know that this blog is a safe space. We don’t have any safe spaces, so we’re making one for others! ^^ No judgement here!
We will not answer questions if we deem them too personal
Beneath the cut is a list of everyone who uses this blog :)
System Members:
🐈⬛ - Adrien
🍎 - Applejack
⛈️ - Andras (COF Simon Introject)
🍓 - Blue
🔵 - Blueberry
🎪 - Caine
💊 - David
☠️ - Death
🩸 - Demon (Book Simon Introject)
☀️ - Dream
🧵 - Error
🩶👻 - Ghost
🖋️ - Ink
🎳 - Jax
🧸 - Jayden
💥 - Kiyoka
🧡🐍 - Mikel
🌑 - Nightmare
📖 - Simon (Sick Simon Introject)
🐹 - Sophie
🍞 - Toast
🍰 - Wally
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Hi there have some pens if you’re feeling inspired 🖋️🖋️
hi spotty! thank you <333
Changing the position of his hand from Buck’s waist to his mouth, Eddie lets Buck keep him from falling from his laps by hugging his neck.
Dark berry, like the sweetest and juiciest blueberries, eyes look at him with little confusion, but also with so much desire, burning inside them.
send me a 🖋️ and I'll write a sentence in my wip and post it
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What places do I associate some of my mutuals' blogs with 🍃
After reblogging this post and after @vqler sent me this, I just couldn't get this idea out of my head (and I hope that Val won't mind it too much XD)
@satans-beloved-riv
Satan's room from Obey Me. Literally. Is anyone surprised?.. Actually, even talking to Riv makes me want to cuddle someone and ask them to read me a book until I fall asleep, like I'm a little kid again. Always very warm and comfy. Definitely smells like old books (one of my favourite smells), melted wax and fresh ideas 📚
@danibby
A nice little café always full of people, but it's never noisy, and you just can't feel uncomfortable there. Even a rainy day can be beautiful if you spend it reading Dani's works, they're like a cup of perfectly made coffee. Our big sister is having a hard time, but she never skips her work, she makes us happy, so please, say more nice things to her. Ate Dani deserves to be happier ☕
@angivariety
Seashore at sunset. The wind and the water are still a little bit warm, very relaxing and quiet. The sound of waves, the light breeze, I remember it all pretty clearly. Maybe because Angie was one of the first people in this community who talked to me. AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU 🐚
@anzynai
A very big field of flowers, not so far from the seashore. Smells like chamomiles. And Xingyun. A lot of Xingyun. Kinda the first place in my journey, it actually means so much to me... And now I'm platonically married to three people, but am I complaining..? Nah. AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU TOO 🌼
@yanfei-is-my-career-goals
Little koi pond surrounded by sakura trees. And this blog smells like SAKURA MOCHI FROM GENSHIN BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE– The fishies show themselves pretty rarely, but if they do - it's a really beautiful sight. And I think that the keeper of this pond, our Cai, needs to let the koi play more often, teach them to be braver. Your works are even greater than you think, people will love them, trust me (AND YOU'LL BECOME THE LAW) 🐟
@vqler
This blog just gives me the feeling of sitting on the porch of some little house in the evening, drawing things in the light of the lantern and eating blueberries. Oh, oh, and the smell of different fruits, yep. This whole atmosphere always gives me the feeling that I'm not alone, and your little house never fails to cheer me up 🫐
@made-by-jade-222
The sweetest bakery on this whole god-damn planet. Not very surprising again, I guess XD... The quiet music, the snow outside... It makes the warmth of your blog something special. People can be jerks sometimes, telling that your sweets aren't good enough, but they say that just because they can't bake at all 🍰
@tickly-trashcan
Tiny (but warm) writer's room. With busy Rico playing Genshin for almost five hours straight. Sounds of crackling fire can be heard from the fireplace. Smells like ink and inspiration. And just being there was enough for me to find courage in my soul and start creating, too. I will always remember this place 📖🖋️
@fandomsnfluff
The fluffiest little room full of fluffy and cute things. I always come back here to re-read some headcannons and fics (but really, Noah's works always make my ler mood go brrr, not fair-). Smells like vanilla and donuts. And cute people. Like, bruh, now I want to cuddle someone, damn– 🌸
@veryblushyswitch
You know that thing, when you're walking in the park late at night in August, then you look up in the sky, and you see the stars through the leaves of the trees, and it's just breathtaking..? And it smells like oatmeal cookies and tar combined..? Does that count as a place?.. I don't know, but I've always felt that way towards this blog (that's probably the strangest complient she has ever heard...). Maybe it's strange, but it actually feels so nice being there 🌌
A/N: I don't want to tag the bigger senpais, because I don't want to disturb them with my strange post XD
But if you're going to write the similar thing, please tag me somewhere, because I actually liked doing it so much, I'm just dying to see more of these from different people and about different people ✨
#tickle community#tag game#...?#not sure tho#smol riverlee📚#little dani 🍩✨#angie the angel 🕊️#jai jai🧁#big sister cai 🪶#val the tickle pie 🫐#and a bunch of other people whose blogs i like but never really talked to them because i'm shy as hell so i can't come up with sth original#but i love and support every blog#🌸soft noah🌸#made-by-jade-222#tickly-trashcan#veryblushyswitch
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A place among the souls
Happy birthday Haru!!
Title comes from "Journey to wherever we may go" by Grand Commander, aka one of my favourite songs in the entire world.
No warnings, this is just really short and sweet.
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The light was still on in the appartement when Haru crossed the door. It was unusual for Aloïs to still be up at this hour when he did get home somewhat early.
Yet, gentle music was coming from inside. Haru knew Aloïs liked that song, and he came to appreciate it over time.
He let go of his coat and shoes and tip-toed his way in, only to find Aloïs, quietly reviewing what seemed to be files on the kitchen table. As soon as he noticed Haru, he smiled.
-Hey.
-Hey yourself. Why're you still up?
Aloïs scrunched his nose at that.
-I woke up before you, so I haven't seen you all day!
-It... Wouldn't have been the first time?
They looked at each other for a moment, and Aloïs suddenly erupted into a fit of giggles.
-What...? What's so funny?
-You truly have no idea, do you?
-... No?
-Okay, okay. What day are we?
-Uh, May 2nd? What are you... Oh!
Haru's ears turned pink, and Aloïs was still laughing when he leaned up to lightly kiss his lovers' lips.
-Happy birthday, Haru. I made dinner, I was waiting for you.
-Were you?
-Mhm. C'mon. Are you hungry? I'm going to dim the lights, though, my head hurts. I hope you don't mind.
As Aloïs was putting his case files away, his dirty blond hair framing his face, Haru smiled.
-What?
Aloïs asked as he started heating up what he had made.
-Nothing. I love you.
-That's a sweet nothing.
They smiled as they kissed again. And again. And again, and again.
And as they dimmed the lights further, that night, nested in each other's arms, it came easily.
This was their place in the universe.
Home.
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Still burning
Hi I have prism brainrot :)
I don't have a lot to say here. Timeline-wise, it's late enough in the story for Charlie to refer to Goro by his first name.
I reference a book throughout my narration. That book is a plot device I made up and does not exist. Sorry, I know these are killer one-liners, but sadly I made them up 😔 /j
Charlie mentions "[...] everything I've done [...]" Don't look for what he's talking about, I never explicitly mentioned it before. But to give you a vague idea, he works part-time for a newspaper that used to have... Peculiar means of obtaining information.
Warnings: this contains depiction of a suicide attempt (in the past), violence, abuse and anxiety. There's also an extremely vague depiction of dissociation and self-harm urges. This is again dialogue-heavy because these two TALK SO MUCH they'd belong in a theatre play.
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A book I like has a line that goes "And when I look in the mirror, I see everything and nothing all at once, because my rage blinds me as much as it brings me clarity."
For a while, I wasn't sure what the author meant by that. But now, as I stare at my own reflection, it makes sense. I'm this close to punch the glass, making a wreck out of my hand, because it shows me things I don't want to see. The scar at the corner of my lips. The incensed glint in my eyes. Even as I look down, my hands give it all away. They shake, clenched on the edges of the sink.
Goro's words are going round in my head. I know he's right.
"One wrong call, and we're all dead."
It's true.
One misstep and we're all dead. I know it. I know it, and yet my hands still shake because holy fuck, why.
Then I remember why.
I remember the tears in Yūki's eyes. Shiho's face as she leaped off the roof. Naoya's request on the Phan-site. Goro's grudge against the world.
I remember how the entire world fucks people like us over.
I remember the bruises, the whimpers, the sobs and the screams.
I remember how hard we believe we can't be saved, or save ourselves.
I remember the nights alone trying to fight off the nagging urges.
I remember the scars we all bear, physical or not.
I remember our despair.
That's why.
That same book, later, says "In my violence, I find peace. In the end I'm one with the storm." and it brings back to my mind a reflection I had a little while ago on the paths we all took. Because our only common point, really, is our anger.
Yūki, Shiho and Naoya are all conflict-avoidant to a fault. Their anger is subdued, dismissed, and expressing it is a hard, painful task.
Goro is bitter. He's seen the worst and he isn't sure why he's even fighting anymore. His anger boils, unrelenting, yet exhausted.
As for me...
That's when I realise I stared crying. I'm not sobbing, but the tears roll down my cheeks by themselves, ignoring my frustrated attempts at wiping them.
As selfish as it sounds, the world around me disappears, leaving only me and me and me and me and...
A hand on my shoulder.
It jerks me back to reality so suddenly that my knees almost give out.
-I really don't understand you sometimes, seriously. I get not wanting to be a burden or whatever it is you have in mind, but this is just dumb.
-Do you really need to be an asshole about it?
-I don't see what you're talking about. I'm stating facts. What you're doing is stupid. What were you even thinking about?
-I was thinking about... I gesture vaguely. Everything. "One wrong call and we're all dead." And I know what -or who, really- I'm fighting for, and I don't wanna let anyone down because that happened to all of us so much already that...
I don't know how to finish that sentence. Goro sighs (because of course he does) and hands me a tissue.
-I wonder how you do that, sometimes.
He admits after a bit.
-How I do what?
-There's so much... Tenderness in your resentment.
He spits the word out like it's in a foreign language, and I really can't help but snicker.
-What's even funny about this?
-Nothing! The way you say it is just...!
I'm laughing for real now, and it definitely chases away what was left of my angry tears.
-Will you stop?!
Goro is starting to sound annoyed, but I can hear a hint of a smile in his voice. As I calm down, I ask:
-What do you mean by "tenderness"?
-You're driven by your need to... Protect others. You want to make them feel safe. I find it odd.
-Well, it might be to you, because your motives are essentially your own revenge and, more generally, your own self -not that it's necessarily a bad thing. You've been wronged-
-That's putting it lightly.
-Mh, but all that to say that you're just frustrated and tired out of your mind. I have another mentality, is all. I don't want what happened to me or to any of you to happen to anyone else if I can help it.
He clicks his tongue.
-See? There it is again.
-Kindness, gentleness... They're choices I made. It doesn't erase everything I've done before, but...
-But?
-It proves that people can change. I chose not to be bitter, but it's fine if you take another path.
Change is scary. It's hard. I know that much.
-Is it?
A sour chuckle escapes his lips and his voice sounds uncharacteristically small.
-Yeah! We're humans. We react differently to stuff. That's pretty cool, really. Being a human is neat.
He shakes his head, but he's smiling.
-Really, I don't understand you.
-That's why you love me.
-Huh? Are you sure about that?
-Aw, come on!
As we laugh (together), I face myself in the mirror one more time and I remember another quote from that book. "Love is not a remedy to everything. It doesn't fix anything. But sometimes, it makes things okay. That's enough."
Indeed, I think as I look at Goro's smile and remember Yūki's, Shiho's and Naoya's.
That's enough.
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Frozen mind, ray of light
If you asked me to explain myself, I couldn't answer.
The context of this is voluntarily unclear, it's a story that takes place post-canon that I started threading a little while ago and I kinda. Don't wanna explain it all before I'm 100% sure about the course of events. Please note however that Yūki was overwhelmingly supportive of this, surprisingly enough.
Also, when I said I was rewriting Charlie's story, I did. Not. Have that in mind. But then... Mh. Yeah. He kinda took over my brain, and, y'know how this kinda thing goes, lol.
Title comes from "Lone Prayer" from P.ersona 1, but I listened to "Alleycat" from P.ersona 5 while writing this, and I recommend you listen to it as well to ~set the mood~ (it's sad. The mood is sad).
Quick warnings before I shut up: This is. Um. Not really happy. I make brief mentions of self-destructive behaviour, murder and I make one (1) quick allusion to abuse, not necessarily in that order. Nothing graphic, though. Also I mention Shido (not by name). And this is dialogue-heavy because it's a first draft and I don't wanna go through the pain of editing it right now, lol.
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The sun started to set a little while ago, and most of the room I walk in is dark enough for me not to completely distinguish his features.
What I can see, however, is how tightly his fists are balled as they rest on his thighs. How his head hangs low. How shaky his breathing his.
I can't possibly look any better. So much is happening all at once and none of us is exactly sure how we can deal with it. I don't say anything when I sit down next to him.
Now, anyone might ask themselves "how did we get here?", but not me. Not him. Not us. We know what happened, we know why, and...
-It's really unfair.
I say that last part out loud, and he turns to me. What remains of daylight slightly allows his face to show, and the way his face is as neutral as mine must be just makes me bark an acidic sound that's halfway between a laugh and what might as well be a sob.
-You're only noticing that?
His voice reflects the bitter smile he makes.
-Fuck no.
I feel like he might break his fingers if he keeps clenching his hands like that, so I cover them with my own. His gloves are warm to the touch, and yet I know his hands are cold.
He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up letting out a sigh instead. The air is heavy. I know why. These kinds of scars, we both have them. And considering our unusual line of work, we're far from being the only ones.
-If I could, he says after a while, I'd kill him.
-I'd help.
-How?
-I don't know. But I'd help.
-I don't need help.
-I know.
-So why would you?
-Because sometimes just knowing that there's someone you can crash to makes things a bit easier.
He doesn't answer that for a while.
-I've never needed anyone to "crash to" until now. Why would it change?
I hesitate a second or two.
-I'm just saying... I know you don't care much about your life just like I don't care much about mine.
Before I can go on, he cuts me off:
-That being said, I guess I care about your life.
-That's my point. I guess I care about yours as well.
My mind can't help but wonder if that makes sense. I think it does. I hope it does.
-And that's why, I add, I'd help you. Because I care about your life and...
-And?
Shit. I feel dumb because now I have to say something, but if I say what I want to say, I'd probably ruin everything, right?
But then I look up to see his eyes and the last shreds of sunlight lets them appear this shade of scarlet I start to feel safe with.
And my voice comes out on it's own.
-And I don't want you to hurt yourself on your own.
-That's... Very cheesy. Why so much sentimentality?
How can anyone be this dense? He's worse than me! I squeeze his hands a bit and shake my head.
-Because I think I'm falling in love with you.
Not a word escapes him before a sour giggle.
-Why?
-No idea. You're a bit of an asshole.
-Excuse me, says who?
-Heh, fair enough. But, yeah. I'm... I guess I kinda love you.
Hesitation clouds the room for a moment.
-Do you mean that?
-I do. I mean it. I love you.
With a sigh, he slumps his head on my shoulder.
-Uh, you okay?
-Will you shut up for a second and let me stay like that?
-Can't guarantee anything about the "shutting up" part, but yeah.
-That'll do.
We stay like that for a long time. His breathing slows down and it no longer sounds panicked. His hands are slightly less tense and that's good enough for me.
-I think... He whispers after a moment. I think I can love you. Maybe.
-That's enough for me. We have time.
-Do we?
-Yeah. I'm not about to let you die, y'know?
He snickers in a surprisingly light way.
-Alright.
-Hey?
-Mh?
-I love you, Akechi.
He just takes my hands in his. The sun has set.
For the first time in days, despite our awful position, we sleep through the whole night.
And when I wake up, our fingers are intertwined.
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Everything's electric
Why, hello there!
This post is a bit special: it's a gift for an invisible friend I took part in! This piece was made for @ss-slep ! I hope you like it. :) I did some digging in your blog to find your s/i's name, I understood it was Kazumi, so I used that one! :)
A few notes before we begin, as usual: I don't know the character very well, but I hope I did him justice!
Also, I realise it might be a bit unclear, but this is written as the transcript of an audio message, a voice note of sorts! :)
The title comes from "Everything's Electric" by Liam Gallagher.
No TWs that I can think of here, just some sweet feelings. Enjoy!
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I don't know when you'll receive this, Kazumi. I'm not even sure I'll send it to you, honestly. But I need to say it!
When you're there, everything... Everything's electric!
Oh, I don't mean that in a bad way. It's just that when you enter the room everything goes... Woah! and... And it's incredible. Everything lights up when I see you. I'd say you're like a lightbulb, but I'm not sure that's really a compliment... Mmh, something that lights up...
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I don't know why it took me so long to come up with that one, because it's so evident. You're the sun! The brightest of all stars! Heh, that sounds about right.
I mean, it's a really good comparaison, now that I think about it. The world is better because you're in it. My world is better because you're in it. You feel warm and I get really, really happy when I see you.
Though my eyes never hurt when I look at you. Do you remember that time you came back with that new shirt you got? You looked so happy that I... Whew! You know?
But I've been talking a lot about myself, haven't I... Well, anyway, what matters the most is, you're incredible.
And I love you so, so, so much. And...
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And you just came in! Oh, I hope you didn't hear me. Not that I'm embarrassed, but... I'm want to make sure this feels... Alright, before I send it to you?
I mean, I could never forgive myself if... It's a gift for you, you know. This recording. So I want it to be pe~rfect. You deserve no less, haha!
So I hope you didn't hear anything yet. It's a bit too early!
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I didn't know what else to say, and then I thought about the new year! It's in a few days! I hope we can spend many more years together. As many as possible! Let's be together 'till the end of times, okay? Okay.
I don't think there's much else. I wish I could talk more but really, when you think about it, it all comes down to three words:
I love you.
I... I love you so so so much. You're so cool and sweet and lovely, and... And I love you.
And I wanna thank you for loving me.
Let's spend a great holiday season together!
I'll say it one more time: I love you. Bye-bye!
[Recording stops.]
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Until next time
First meeting go brr-
I know jackshit about the law system in Japan, and this isn't meant to be accurate. While I do wish to study law myself, I doubt anyone would want to read accurate paperwork descriptions. So this is a much more light-hearted, Phoenix Wright-y type of narrative.
Uh, Aloïs gets praise 'cause... I'm insecure and this is my self-insert and I get to make him cool and liked. Also, since I know it's confusing and I never said it before: "Aloïs" is pronounced "Ah-low-is"
TW murder, they talk about a murder case at the beginning. It's not really graphic, but I feel like it deserves a warning still.
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Bright-eyed, 24-year-old Aloïs Laval stepped into the police's First Division office for the first time at exactly nine in the morning, a thick file under his arm. He was accompanied by Yamaguchi Hiroshi, a pretty well-known defense attorney in the office Aloïs started working at a few weeks ago. The young man's intelligence quickly resonated with the lawyer, who took him to an appointment he had scheduled that day so he could "watch and learn from the best".
Frankly, Aloïs was just happy to be praised for his hard work. He had a slight smile on the lips, and was looking forward to what was going to be said later.
The case was simple, really. A woman had killed an ex-business partner of hers, over what seemed to be a disagreement. Yamaguchi, however, was convinced that there was more to this case than met the eye, and he wanted to prove it. The woman may have been guilty, but maybe, maybe she wasn't just blinded by rage when she pierced a hole in her ex-partner's chest with a kitchen knife.
Yamaguchi seemed to be acquainted with the detective in charge of the case. They greeted each other like old friends. The detective, too, was accompanied by someone. A young man around Aloïs's age, maybe a year younger, with light brown eyes and taupe hair, wearing a suit with the First Division's pin. Aloïs smiled at him, the young man smiled back.
-And so you are...?
The detective asked. Aloïs bowed.
-My name is Aloïs Laval. I started working at Yamaguchi's office recently.
-He's a smart little fellow. Yamaguchi added. And that one with you? I've never seen him before.
-Ah, Katō Haru, assigned to assist me! He's new here, but he's doing a good job. He tends to be a bit zealous, but he's good.
Both Aloïs and Haru smiled bashfully at their seniors' compliments. Then they moved to an empty office (the detective's, Aloïs guessed, as the nameplate on the desk said "Dt. Kojima Masao"), and talked about the case. Yamaguchi and Kojima disagreed often, but often found a common ground. Until, at last, they got to the core of the problem.
-You think there might have been some sort of treason? Kojima asked, clearly not convinced. Yamaguchi, please... They aren't middle schoolers, they are grown adults!
Yamaguchi didn't seem sure of what to answer to that. Aloïs cleared his throat, his finger on something in the file he opened a few minutes ago.
-Actually, what appears here is strange. The victim is the only one who signed the contract when their property was sold. The defendant's name doesn't even appear anywhere.
-You don't think...
Kojima frowned, and Aloïs shook his head.
-It's just a supposition. But maybe the victim sold it without ever telling the defendant. In that case yes, I guess you could call it a treason. Especially since it was sold for around... A million American dollars, which makes a bit less than 150 millions yen. It was more than worth it... In appearance. She paid it cash -no pun intended.
Yamaguchi nodded proudly. Aloïs felt eyes on him, and his eyes met the other detective's... Katō was his name, right? Aloïs tilted his head, as if asking if anything was wrong, but Katō just shook his head.
Strange, Aloïs thought, but he didn't look too much into it.
-That is an interesting theory, Laval. Kojima said. It might be true. I'll look more into it for you, Yamaguchi, and I'll send it all by email... Tomorrow. Or the day after, maybe... We'll see!
-Perfect. Thank you for your help, Kojima. You're always there when we need you.
-Always, old man, always. We should have a drink sometime.
-"Old man"? Respect your seniors, youngster, or else! Ah, Aloïs! Makes me think! When you get back to the office tomorrow, make a call to the victim's company, to see if they allow us to... Check her office.
-Of course, I'll do that.
And so they got ready to leave. As Aloïs was about to close the door, though, a hand grabbed his wrist.
-You... Uh, I think we could talk more about all this. Can I offer you a drink, maybe?
Katō seemed unsure of himself, but relaxed when he saw Aloïs's smile.
-Sure!
And that's how they found themselves around a table, a half-emptied bottle sitting in between.
They got along surprisingly well, especially considering how contradictory their jobs were. They started off a bit awkward, Katō had asked in the heat of the moment after all, but they found something to talk about, and everything was well. When they got out, they were laughing as if they had known each other for decades.
Aloïs reached his car first.
-Well... He said. That was nice. Thanks for the drink.
-Yeah, it was. I'll be off, then.
-Wait!
Aloïs rummaged through his big coat's pockets to find a pen and a scrap of paper. He hurriedly wrote something on it before handing it to Katō.
-My number. So we can plan the next time, maybe?
The detective looked a bit surprised, but took the paper nonetheless, internally immensely pleased.
-Thank you.
Aloïs just smiled.
-You're welcome. Until next time, then!
-Hm, until next time.
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It's not selfship related but I posted a fic! :)
It's about an anime called "Buddy Daddies" (hilarious name, by the way), called "The good kind of loud", and here's the link! If you do read it, I hope you like it :)
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Started writing my P.5 self-insert fanfic, and this is what the head warning looks like:
[Warnings: This story tackles heavy themes such as bullying, abuse (verbal, sexual, physical), death, suicide, self-harm, transphobia, homophobia. Individual warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter. It is written in first person, through the eyes of a character who doesn’t always process situations or cope in a healthy way. This is purely fictional content, and the author sincerely condemns any and every real-life demonstration of these behaviours.]
This is so cathartic to write tbh.
If you're curious, the story's title (as of now) is "Soundless", and the summary is:
"A story of outcasts.
A story as quiet as it is violent.
A story we all know.
The story of those who don’t dare to be loud.
The story of the soundless.
Because when your only way to be heard is to stay silent, your battles don’t sound the same."
It relates everything from Charlie's arrival in Japan in elementary school, most likely up until early adulthood. It is centred on the Charlie/Yūki relationship (though it does explore superficially the Akechi/Charlie/Yūki/Akira quatuor. The Akechi/Charlie relationship will likely be explored in another fic, considering how it mostly evolves after canon), and told through my eyes, which makes up for one of the worst unreliable narrators ever. /hyp It's written entirely in present tense (a writing quirk I tend to have in French that just kinda stuck with me I guess).
I'll try to make the writing style change, since it starts from the perspective of a 6-year-old child, who most of the time does not have the same inner voice as a 17-year-old, and it's fun to think about :))
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I created a tag for my writing! It's #blueberry writes 🖋️ ! I need to go back to tag my most recent writing posts with it but it's here! :D
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Le cœur qui pique
Something something I re-thought about how canon treated him and I got mad.
'tis a vent fic, in which I really heavily discuss suicide and refer to bullying. Proceed carefully.
This takes place when we were in our last year of middle school. We're around 14/15, and not together yet.
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-Hey, Yūki? You okay?
He nods, and carefully avoids my gaze. He's lying. After a long silence, he speaks up.
-I... I don't understand why I'm here.
His voice is soft, and I have to strain to hear him. Confused, I ask:
-What do you mean?
-You know... The guys at school. They... What they all say. I'm worthless. I'm a zero. Maybe they're right. Sometimes I feel like...
He trails off and, unsure of what to say, I press a bit.
-Like?
-Like I should just die, or something.
My heart drops and I feel sick. Tears are glistening in his eyes. It feels unreal, hearing your best friend say that. Shocked, I ask, wanting to be sure I heard well:
-You... Do you want to kill yourself?
Yūki sniffles, hesitates, and nods. Wiping his face with the sleeve of his uniform shirt, he adds:
-I think so. I'd be easier to just... End things, than deal with it.
It feels like he wants to add something, but as soon as he tries to say anything, the only thing that escapes his lips is a thick, hard sob.
The room is dark and it takes me what seems like hours to react. But when I do, I'm only able to take a step forward and scoop him in my arms. One of my hands runs through his hair as the other clenches his shirt in trembling fingers.
-Why...?
I mutter, my voice a scared murmur.
-I told you. I'm worth nothing. Everyone would be better off without me.
My heart aches so bad it physically hurts. Air gets stuck in my throat and for at least an eternity I just can't answer. He feels so fragile, like he could slip out of my grasp and disappear any moment. And I'm terrified of that.
-You're my best friend. I finally whisper. It's so selfish, but I care so much about you. We've been friends since... Forever. And if you feel like no one cares it's not true because I do. I care.
-Do you mean that...?
-Yeah. I know it sounds selfish but I'm scared of losing you. I... I told you, you're my best friend. And I love you.
-I love you too.
I cling to him a bit tighter and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to cry even though my eyes sting.
-It hurts.
He says.
-I know.
I really do. More often than not, I feel the exact same.
-Why me? He asks. Why us?
-I don't know. I answer. I don't know at all.
And the only thing we can do is hope that the storm will pass.
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