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acefaun · 1 year

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Helloooo! :DDD Now I get this is more of a headcanon, buuuut I was interested in your opinion, since I really enjoyed your "ideal partner" piece. So! Let's say the gods are asked to pick MC's outfit for a day. How would they dress her? Idk if this topic looks interesting (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) of course you're always free to decline! Anyway, have a good...... Life in general! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

An Outfit for a Day

Synopsis: Curious as to how he would react, you ask your boyfriend to pick you out something to wear for the day. You can only pray you won’t regret the outcome.

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish!

A/n: I don’t know much about clothes and brands… I’m just a nerd who likes to wear whatever’s comfortable. Though, I have a strong feeling that the gods don’t know anything about human clothes either considering they made MC choose something for them many many times so I think I made this work very well. Vague is good when you don’t know what you’re doing; It’s how I made my way through school. 😌 I tried to keep them around the same length but some parts are longer than others, but that’s the dialogue’s fault! In the meantime~ I’m working on making a great life in general! So thanks! I hope you’re having a good one too! 😋

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You were feeling bored with the number of clothes in your closet. You’d been spending most of your money on clothes for your boyfriend so you didn’t have anything to wear that was new and struck your eye. Since graduating, you’d been wearing the same outfits again and again. Still, it wasn’t a waste. Your boyfriend looked extremely gorgeous in the clothes you got him—though, he’d look fabulous in literally anything.

But this made you wonder what the clothes style was like in the Heavens outside of the department uniforms. You’d seen other gods wearing things that looked like togas or fancy robes. If you asked your boyfriend to pick you something to wear for the day, would he pick something from Earth or something from his home?

Humming, you turned away from your closet to head to your front door. You never wanted to be greedy with your boyfriend’s powers, but curiosity overruled you this time. He could use his powers to put you in something of his choice just this once. Besides, a date was overdue.

The mansion wasn’t particularly noisy—giving you hope that you’d be able to spend the day alone with him. After all, you wouldn’t want him to give you an outfit and not flaunt it. Well… that’s if you wouldn’t regret giving him this opportunity. After all, there were so many options when it came to clothes…

Suddenly hit by a pang of anxiety, you nervously knocked on his door, letting yourself in. “It’s meeee! I have a special request for today!” Shoving back your worrisome thoughts, you went through with your plan while he was paying attention to you. “I want you to pick me an outfit to wear for today.”

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Leon glanced over at you, his eyes trailing over your usual outfit. You didn’t look like you needed a new outfit. But you were looking at him expectantly so he knew he had to come up with something. “You want me to give you a new style?” Receiving a nod from you, he grinned. It was rare you ever gave him an excuse to remove your clothes.

Realizing what could’ve been your gravest mistake, you quickly reiterated, “I said clothes! You can’t just strip me naked and call it a day!”

“Hmph.” His grin fell from his face before he snapped his fingers, evidently having a Plan B. This time, his idea of ‘clothes’ were the sexiest top and bottom he could think of. Heck! It was almost see-through!

“H- Hey… I can’t go out in something like this! This is showing way too much… everything!”

Leon grinned “Who said anything about going out?” There was no point in telling him to pick you something to wear for the day if you were going to give him rules and regulations after he already picked out your clothes. Besides, more clothes meant he couldn’t admire your body. What was wrong with what he picked out? You were clearly just too picky.

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Karno’s first thought was that you might’ve been feeling insecure about your choice of clothes. Taking your hands in his, he offered an encouraging smile. “I think you always look beautiful, (Name). Do you really need me to fix anything?”

Your heart skipped in your chest, his words almost too sweet for you to handle. “I was just curious about what you’d pick if I gave you the opportunity to choose something.” You pulled a hand free from his, rubbing your warm cheek. “You don’t have to comfort me…”

“Is that all?” He asked sheepishly, realizing why you wanted him to make this decision for you. “My powers are to enhance any existing characteristic. I’m sure I could always enhance your beauty… Or do I want to see how cute I can have you? But what would be better? A dress? I can just imagine you would look adorable in anything I put you in.”

“You… You’re thinking too hard about it,” you stuttered, flustered at his determination to flatter you with compliments.

“Okay, okay,” he waved you off with a laugh. He didn’t want you to get too embarrassed and change your mind so he picked the first thought that entered his mind and he wanted to see you in. Your clothing choices were never overly colorful, and he only remembered the adorable clothes you used to wear as a child.

The minute he snapped his fingers, you observed the dress he put you in and blinked. “I… look like a five-year-old. What are you, my mother?”

“I told you I wanted to see you look cute,” Karno repeated his earlier declaration. He’d change the outfit if you wanted, but… wouldn’t you let him indulge in a bit of childishness every now and then?

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Huedhaut’s first instinct was to snap his fingers and put you in a dress from the Heavens—but not just any dress. He wanted to see if you would genuinely look like the goddess of fate. But seeing your cheeks grow red, he realized he was staring a bit too hard as you asked, “I… don’t look much like a proper goddess, do I?”

Ah, so he was making you feel inadequate? “That’s not it… I’m sorry. I was mesmerized for a moment. You’d make a perfect goddess… you look just like her…” He paused, truly taking you in. He wasn’t sure if you were aware, but he wanted no one in the world more than he wanted you. He was convinced that your soul was meant for him and him alone. “What do you say to a date in the Heavens?”

“A date?” Of course a date. Naturally, he wanted nothing more than to show you off to the other gods. He wanted them to stare and realize that even as a reborn goddess you were still beautiful enough to stand by the intelligent water bearer’s side.

“What else am I supposed to do with you looking so beautiful?” A grin crossed his face as he struck you with one of his sarcastic remarks, “Or did you choose to have me dress you up purely for the hopes that you’d keep me in my room all day to stare at you? You know, I’m not opposed to either option.”

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Teorus stared at you for a minute, making the room borderline awkward before he came to a decision. Snapping his fingers, he excitedly said, “There’s nothing more I want to see than my girlfriend looking like the goddess she is!” His eyes were like hearts as he looked at you and you were stuck wondering what kind of dress he put you in.

Before you could complain about wanting to see the outfit he chose, he placed a mirror before you, grinning as he saw the shock on your face. Uncertain, you stuttered, “Are- Uh- Are you sure it’s okay for us to go on a date with me wearing something that looks like your god outfit? It’s not offensive is it? The other gods will be upset…”

“Not at all,” Teorus argued, tugging you closer so he could playfully tap on the little cow horns he’d placed on your head. “It’s only offensive to mock a god. But I put you in these clothes to look cute and you’re already so much more adorable than me dressed like a little Taurus god! C’mon, I wanna show the other gods now!”

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Aigonorus put little thought into your request. The minute the words left your mouth he just thought about what he’d like to do most in the world and boom. He didn't even say anything before snapping his fingers.

Next thing you knew, you were in a goat onesie—something he absolutely adored. He knew his instinct to see you in a onesie was the right decision. You were the cutest and softest looking pillow in existence.

You blinked in confusion, observing the hood that sported a pair of ears and a pair of goat horns. “Pajamas? For today?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, a soft smile crossing his face. “You won’t be comfortable in anything else. Plus… you look warm. Mm… c’mere.” Again not waiting for an answer, he gently pulled you to him, holding you like he normally would one of his pillows. Sighing, he whispered, “This is a perfect date.” You couldn't help but sigh, feeling too content in his arms to complain. If he was happy then you suppose you did your job.

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Tauxolouve was excited the minute you told him to pick something. Apparently he had previously thought of a situation like this and already had a response. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

…Was he expecting you to ask this? This wasn’t how you die, was it?

No no no, you were getting ahead of yourself. Lou too eagerly grabbed your hands and led you over to his bed, making your cheeks heat up like the sun. “I meant for us to have a date,” you quickly shouted, making him pause and regard you. “I- I thought you’d wanna take me on a date…”

He hummed, tilting his head. “You want me to take you out?”

“Ah, well,” you faltered. “I don't need to. What did you want to do…?”

“I've been having this idea for a while but I wasn't sure how you'd take to it.” Snapping his fingers, he practically melted over how beautiful you looked wearing a dress fit for a goddess. He had no doubt it would make you glimmer in the sun. He wanted to make you look more stunning than any painting from the Renaissance. “But if you want me to take you out, then let's go in the garden. Can I paint you in that beautiful dress? I'll set everything up. I want to capture your beauty as my goddess.”

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Zyglavis didn’t understand the underlying meaning behind asking him to pick you something to wear. He just smiled and bluntly said, “Ah, you’ve finally come to your senses. I’m glad you came to me for this. You’ll look infinitely better once you have clothes that actually match.”

You blinked, your excited smile falling. “That… That’s not what I asked…”

“Hm?” You both stared evenly at each other for a silent minute before he asked, “Excuse me?”

“I want you…” You repeated slowly, “To pick me… an outfit… to wear… today.”

Silence again filled the space between you as if he had trouble accepting what you’d said. Inhaling slowly, he tried again, “And you're certain you do not want me to help you with cleaning your closet?” You pursed your lips and nodded. That's not what you came for… He offered a terse smile, adding, “I have to insist.”

Of course, he had to insist. But you had to disagree. “Honestly,” you emphasized your words, “Are you taking my offer, or not?”

His eyes narrowed. “I'm not doing this in half measures.” You had a bad feeling about that look in his eyes. And with the way he snapped his fingers, you knew you’d regret asking with how your hair was suddenly pulled back and out of your face.

Your clothes, on the other hand… weren’t that bad. You glanced at Zyglavis. “What’s with the sexy dress?” He didn’t answer, his smile betraying the way he tried his best to hide how proud of himself he was. “Zyglaviiiis,” you tried again not getting a flinch out of him.

His little chuckle made you pause, waiting for a response. “You don’t look half as displeased with me as you tried to convince me you’d be. Now, I might not touch your closet just yet, but I will enjoy my exquisite goddess.”

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Scorpio didn’t understand what you went to him with a request like that for. Do you want to look stupid? He doesn’t know shit about earth clothes! Then again… you implied anything. This gave him a plethora of opportunities that you couldn’t complain about if you didn’t like it.

With the way his cheeks were growing red, you were getting concerned over what was going through his head. Either he was upset with you for pressuring him with such a request, or he had something very uncharacteristic in his head…

He scoffed, lifting his hand in front of him. “Don’t come crying to me when you don’t like it.” Snapping his fingers, you were suddenly adorned with a set of bunny ears on your head. The outfit wouldn’t have been that bad if it weren’t so revealing. And was that a bunny tail??

“S- Scorpio~” What came over him?! Was he hanging out with Partheno lately or something?!

“No complaining,” he snapped, his eyes averting from yours as he glared at the floor. You were making him feel like that idiot pervert now… but you were cute in his eyes. His eyes trailed up and met yours, his cheeks glowing. “You're the one who asked for this, stupid! But don’t think you’ll be leaving my room…”

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Dui faltered, too confused to react immediately to you. Pick you out something to wear? Like what? What did you even like? I mean, he usually saw you in pretty comfortable-looking clothes, but nothing that told him you had a definitive style or preference. But then he remembered the one time he was watching your TV and experienced what cosplaying was. His face lit up as he imagined you cosplaying as a god from punishments, or even better, just as him. “I know,” he cheerily announced, snapping his fingers.

It startled you at how quickly he could come up with a solution, but finding yourself in a matching Punishment’s uniform, you tilted your head. “You didn’t want to see me in something new?”

“New?” He looked alert. “You wore a uniform before? How come you didn’t let me see?”

“Th- That’s not what I meant. I mean that you see Punishment uniforms every day…”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding his head, but he wasn’t about to change his answer. He felt pretty special wearing matching clothes with you. Besides, now you looked like you were coworkers. He wouldn’t mind waking up every day to work beside you. Then you could both do work together and then go on dates and then sleep together. You could do everything together! “This is perfect! We should have come up with this when you were helping get rid of our sins. Then you would have matched with me while we were working. Besides, you look cute as a mini-Punishment’s god.”

You faltered. “I’m literally almost your height.”

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Ichthys snapped his fingers without a moment’s hesitation as if he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life, his eyes immediately lighting up.

You blinked. “Why do I look like a burnt chicken nugget?”

“It’s not a chicken nugget,” Ichthys whined, having put on the same thing as you. “Who do I look like to you? I don’t even know what a chicken nugget is!” Turning on his heel, he held his arms out, displaying his outfit to you. “We’re matching taiyaki!”

“Do I even want to know why you picked for us to dress like matching taiyaki?”

“Of course, you do,” he encouraged with an eager smile. “See, I’m a taiyaki and you’re a taiyaki! And what am I the Zodiac of?”

“Pisces…”

“Yep!” He threw his fish hood onto his head, turning around to face you again. “And Pisces is two fish. So, we’re the two fish that make up the constellation!” Grinning mischievously, he added, “And we look delicious.”

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Partheno hummed, crossing his arms as he ruminated on what to put you in. Only, he didn’t immediately snap his fingers as soon as a smile crossed his lips. “I know. First, let’s take a bath so I can have you smelling like fresh spring flowers. You’re going to look lovely.”

As he readied a bath and proceeded to wash you head to toe, he didn’t give a single hint on what he was doing. But if he was going to pamper you like this all day, then you weren’t about to complain—he even shaved your legs for you. This man deserved a gold medal.

He had you in a bathrobe as he fixed your hair. Still, not a peep left his mouth. So, you asked, “Do you have a fancy dress? You act like we’re going to a fancy ball in the Heavens again.”

“Not quite,” he responded vaguely. “But the fabric I have in mind… You’d appreciate it much more on softer, smoother skin.” His fingers traced the curve of your leg. “You’re making me impatient, love.”

All this hard work and effort, he was sure it was going to pay off as he sat you on his bed, snapping his fingers. A dress replaced the robe that once covered your body—but the dress was completely sheer! It covered nothing at all. It didn’t help that the bra and underwear beneath were almost the same thing! “P- Partheno!”

His eyes were way too lustful. “You look ravishing.” Was he blushing now?

You huffed, averting your gaze from his. “Pervert…”

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Krioff’s face hardened at your request. He didn’t have to think very hard, but he remembered the outfit he saw when he first came to Earth. You had told him to pick something out of a magazine at the time but you were pretty upset with his choice of clothing…

He was confident that you were only so upset because it was quite a revealing thing to wear. It made him wonder if you had been jealous of other women since even back then. But that wasn’t important. What was important was granting your wish. Only… if it was too revealing for you, then he’d just have to keep you in his room. Still, he was stuck staring at you for a moment. “Are you sure?”

Your eyes flickered up and down, but you failed to find a problem. What did he mean by that? Well, he wasn’t the most competent when it came to fashion, but you trusted him enough to pick something. You couldn’t tell from his face, but maybe he was panicking about impressing you. “Yeah, I’m sure. You don’t have to stress about it. You can pick whatever you’d like.”

He stared at you for another moment before shrugging his shoulders. If it’s what you wanted. “Okay… I guess so.” Snapping his fingers, his cheeks reddened slightly. This definitely looked better on you than on that guy.Your narrowed eyes trailed over the outfit multiple times before you bellowed, “Why are we back to the overalls?! I told you to forget about those!”

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devilbrakers · 2 years

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hiii hello can i get 🤥🌙❄️ for gray and 💢🕷️🎭 for eden? 👀

yeaaasssss thank you for asking rena :') from this post

gray:

🤥 LYING - are they a good liar? do they have tells to show they're lying?

very good liar, actually. eden and dante are really the only ones to have picked up on their tells due to knowing them for so long. they're slightly more vague and indifferent than they usually are so it can be hard to pick up on. they avoid the more obvious tells like fidgeting or big changes in vocal patterns.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

good question... they don't talk about it much with anyone other than dante (mostly hypothetically) but they would like to settle down and live a more peaceful life, maybe have a kid or two. but they've essentially doomed themself to their current life forever due to being so well known as a hunter, or so they think. doesn't care to have a repeat of what happened to theirs and dante's family. can’t really say i blame them fdjsklfd.

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

most do, yeah. at least earlier on in their story when they're much more guarded and reserved. it was easier to be that way to protect themself and other people since getting involved with them seemed to be a bit of a death sentence for most. they didn't particularly enjoy it but it worked. but they're a big softie deep down and you can see that if you're persistent enough.

eden:

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

absolute refusal to really talk about her feelings. prying too much is one of the few ways to really piss her off. she’d be good at hiding that if weren’t for the radiating demonic energy that comes with that jfdkls. can be quite scary if you’re not used to that kind of stuff. she also tends to drown her sorrows in alcohol but she usually reserves that habit for when she's alone anyway so not much to get used to if you're not especially close.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational/mundane fears?

being truly alone is her worst fear, i'd say. many of her relationships have only been surface level but it's better than having none at all, she'd say. tends to cling to those close to her and can be a bit overwhelming at times but it's mostly out of love. this stems from being lonely and alienated her entire childhood. she doesn’t think she can handle having to feel that way again.

she doesn't have many mundane or irrational fears, mostly due to having to face pretty much everything in her line of work. buuuut she doesn't much care for bugs/insects.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc?

kinda? i guess the reasoning might change, if that makes sense. she's pretty bubbly and upbeat to everyone but mostly does it to strangers to get them to like her/feel comfortable as it's often beneficial one way or another, mostly just to keep a good reputation. to friends, it's usually to lighten the mood or be a breath of fresh air as their lives can be rather hard to deal with at times. she is more likely to drop the façade around them though, particularly dante, gray, or dmitri.

#meant 2 make this in small text but i can't be bothered now fjdkslfjds #thank you again !!!#my besties fr #devil may cry #my ocs #ask #gray #eden

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gingeredmink · 2 months

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here i am with the second ask like i said. name of the .flow fansong is OUT OF SORTS by OrgansDotOrg on youtube (.) com /watch?v=FFMt_ACOUdM

short but sweet! seeing people in the comments talking about .flow filled me with life, ngl. and i will admit this might be my own bias but it kinda feels like a spiritual successor to ghost and pals's oxidation and dream monsters? definitely not intentionally one, but something about the rhythm, and the way the lyrics use imagery to try and get things about .flow across... idk food for thought.

AYE NICE! [Clickable link for those that don't wanna copy pasta]

This is really cool! God feel you there, seeing yn/fg content and other fans out in the wild is such a joyous experience. Think it's cause it's such a niche it's always a surprise to find out someone else has heard of it. That sorta, "YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE! I'M SO HAPPY THERE ARE OTHERS" thing. Especially considering a lot of these games haven't seen any new material for years and probably never will, it's nice knowing there's others that were affected as much as you and still care for it. seeing how many people get excited for lolrust's anniversary streams is like that too heh

Hmmm, can see why you'd say that. Know nothing of either artist but it wouldn't be surprising if Ghost was an inspiration for Organs. Will throw out there, this sorta theater/carnival vibe seems to be fairly common in English Vocaloid songs [though i have next to no knowledge so it could just be me happening to get these songs a lot or something]. Plus writing lyrics that reference things in a way that isn't too literal or vague while fitting to a rhyme/rhythm is difficult, and you only have so much to work with in a game like .flow [esp since it has such a strong central theme, if that's the right wording for it]

I'm no lyricist by any means but have messed around with writing some and tho it'd be an entirely different genre [its me, if I ever make a .flow fansong song it's gonna sound like MIW] I could see how trying to get them to reference the game would result in it sounding similar-ish. Ex:

Hell is my home, my own room will be my tomb Chained to machinery meant to save me, yet all it does is keep the nightmare going. - Cut off my limbs and let this rotten blood stain the concrete The white hospital walls are just an illusion [can't you see the flowers cover graves?] The demon I fought down so long takes its grip and starts to seethe I'm no longer a person, just a fucking disease

As said, tis hard to make references without being too literal while still making sure you have enough there for people to be able to figure out what you're talking about heh.

buuuut yeah, really cool song and could absolutely see it at least being an indirect/accidental spiritual successor to Oxidation. Also huge thank you for sharing both song and album!! There's so much incredible fanwork out there that slips under the radar I am more than happy to try to get stuff more attention, plus I honestly love hearing other people talk about or sharing things they like ◠⸜⸝◠

#rayns asks #added this song to list as well #thank you for sharing! I really loved them #sorry if i went off on a ramble again here heh

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Rambling about Sherlock, Liam, and Sex

(obviously gonna include mature subjects, but this isn’t like smutty or anything, just attempts at character analysis.)

I feel like I sometimes see people perceive Sherlock and Liam as a pair of big sappy virgins who have never had eyes for anyone but each other, which is cute, but I wanna dig a little into why I think only parts of that are true.

First off, I do think Liam has probably never had sex⁽ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒᶜᵏ⁾. He’s intensely focused on his mission, and not just extremely selfless but also self-punishing. Precious, silly man probably feels guilty for even masturbating -- not because of any religious or societal views, but because it’s a private pleasure that benefits no one else and accomplishes nothing. I’ll allow that he maybe might have managed some furtive makeout sessions at Eton, but even then I doubt it, he’s always been too dedicated to his goals and probably spent all his time there actually studying.

Sherlock, on the other hand, seems to be somewhere in the realm of ADHD or Bipolar Disorder. (It’s outdated, but I like the phrase manic-depressive for him, it just really captures the way his whole demeanor can swing drastically back and forth, especially seen during the Two Detectives arc.) He has a big heart and is actually quite sweet in his awkward, fumbling way -- but at the surface level at least, he acts selfish. He’s constantly seeking excitement, change, stimulation. While he would prefer that stimulation come in the form of mysteries and puzzles to challenge his intellect, his willingness to turn to drugs in a pinch suggests it doesn’t have to come in that form.

Sherlock is sexy, impulsive, clever, doesn’t care about society’s rules, and is constantly chasing a high of one kind or another. He’s observant and knowledgable. He definitely would know where and how to find other gay men, and he’s perfectly capable of appearing charming at least for a one-off. My guess would be that sex settles somewhere in between “a really good mystery” and “drug binge” on the list of stimuli he’ll work his way through if he’s bored. I would argue that, of all the incarnations of Sherlock Holmes that I’ve personally seen, this one is the most likely to have had sex.

Moving into less analysis, more headcanon now: the eyes only for each other thing is still very true. Sherlock deletes his partners from his mind the morning after like he does information about the solar system. He’s not intellectually, emotionally, or even particularly physically attracted to them. They provide an endorphin rush and are then kicked to the curb with varying degrees of (im)politeness. Liam is the first person he’s ever been all-around smitten by in every aspect.

As for Liam, I perceive him as some variation of demisexual, or sapiosexual if that term hadn’t been claimed by a particular brand of douche. The intellectual connection is the key that unlocks physical attraction for him. And he’s vaguely alarmed by how much he wants, once he starts wanting.

So how does this play out when they do start having sex⁽ʰᵉˡˡᵒᵒᵒᵒ ⁿᵉʷ ʸᵒʳᵏ⁾? Well, firstly, not having had sex, even as an adult, does not make one somehow infantile or inadequate. Liam is a grown-ass man, and a voracious learner to boot. He knows how everything works, he knows what he wants, and he’s finally allowing himself to want things. If anything, Sherlock is still the more flustered of the two because he’s not used to having the emotional and the intellectual all tangled up with the physical and it’s weird and overwhelming.

Their whole thing is reading each other, seeing each other, knowing each other; so the first couple of times things are great because they’re just running on instinct and reading cues from motion and sound and expression. Buuuut, they’re also kind of idiots. They’re only just learning to use their words. So I like to think they have some stupid bumbling misunderstandings early on: one thinking, Oh he didn’t ask for that again, must not have liked it, while the other thinks Oh he didn’t offer that again, must not have liked it, and then they proceed to both suffer over the absence of the thing for three weeks before they actually figure out talking.

#sherliam #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #meta #or something

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unolvrs · 2 years

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hey, uno! hope you're doing great! i seriously enjoyed the latest updates (especially the rewritten version of zenin mikoto's story, i've been waiting for so long for that story to update and seeing the link makes me giddy!)

if you don't mind, i'd like to ask; how do you usually come up with the titles for your books? personally for me as a writer, i think one of the hardest part is coming up with a decent title for my works. so i'm wondering how do you decide on yours?

thank youuu! i love mikoto and i've had an ending for her story since i posted the first chapter tbh. buuuut okay, okay, let's move on to the question!

how do i come up with titles?

note: this is a how do i come up with a title, not really much of a tip-thing, but if you find this helpful, then go ahead :D also, i’m pretty sure ya’ll are asking for a short answer but i like to be thorough, and i can be talkative so hahaha

frog in a well, rain on my parade, kill the goose, and abalone on the shore

all of these titles are based off of idioms

frog in a well represents fushiguro and kugisaki’s refusal to come out of the ‘well’ and thus, relentlessly judges the hero society despite not really trying to understand them; the idiom ‘a frog in a well knows nothing of the great sea’ is basically the best way to describe their situation

rain on my parade comes from ‘don’t rain on my parade’ which is literally ‘to not spoil someone’s pleasure’, and rain is all about ‘spoiling’ kugisaki’s identity; kugisaki treats everything in the naruto world as something that will eat her alive / everything’s out to get her

abalone on the shore represents unrequited love

kill the goose (now, for this, just let me finish froggie, and i’ll throw myself to this fic, swear) is from the idiom ‘kill the goose that lays the golden egg’ means ‘to get rid of something that is profitable to you’, except this one is more complex? i didn’t choose to add the ‘golden egg’ for a reason. aki getting rid of ‘the golden egg’ is aki getting rid of makima who he thought was the source of his ticket to the gun devil, etc etc.

so in summary: these types of titles are just idioms that reflect the story :D it’s really fun to grab some idioms here and there because not only do they immediately seem poetic, but they also add a layer of meaning and anticipation to the story!

the bell of mīdera, begonia begonia, sunday without god, today i too, good thoughts good words good deeds

the bell of mīdera is based off a folktale depicted in the fic itself, just interpreted differently to fit the story.

begonia, begonia is quite literally, based off of the flower ‘begonia’ are typically pink flowers (representing sakura) that mean ‘beware’, so it’s like: ‘beware, beware’. with how begonia is going, the title will start to fit in more.

sunday without god is from one of the animes that made me cry the most, sunday without god (literally made me bawl my eyes out); the fic revolves arounds shintoism and are written in a span of a week, which suits it even more.

today, i, too is a song by vaundy. to be honest, i just mostly wanted to use that title but the song is about and is one of my favorite songs. i can’t explain what it’s about because it’s really wow, and just describes the fic very well. so, listen to it. please.

good thoughts, good words, good deeds is a reference to the three wise monkeys which the whole story revolves arounds

in summary: symbolism that references the topic of the story. honestly, just pull up some vague symbolism, make up an excuse, and you’re suddenly in the leagues of ‘very poetic / very symbolic’ titles.

consequences of change, red and orange, concerning a problem, 2/3, (not) breakfast in bed

now ... this one is just ... hard to explain

i just pull it out wherever i pull it, or like, take a quote from the fic, then turn it into a title

not to be that person but small cases for fics help a lot for some reason ... idk it makes everything more aestheticallly pleasing

#問 ━━ answers #助 ━━ tips & advices #but fr the small cases #theres something about the small cases #just hits u across the face

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can you indulge me with some Din calling me cyare 🥰

please and thank you 😘

HELLO YES I WILL INDULGE 💙💙💙 Din is a delight to write 😊 This one is kiiiiinda long compared to the other blurbs buuuut I think it's all worth it. Also I just couldn't keep away from Boba's vague older brother energy so yeah 👍

I'm going on vacation for a bit, so I won't be answering requests for a couple weeks (i know there's one in the inbox). But I'll be havin lots of funnnn 😋

Perhaps it was the Powers That Be trying to send some message, but all Din had noticed was his ability to stumble into people who all got along with each other and took it upon themselves to take jabs at him. Ever since Grogu, a small collection of such people had sprung up around them. You were the most recent development. Din hadn’t really had friends outside of the Covert for so long, let alone anyone he might, maybe, possibly, yeah, probably did care for more strongly. He still didn’t quite know what to do about it, let alone how to tell if you had any interest in return. You weren’t Mandalorian. You were a mechanic. A damn good one, Din would admit, but he couldn’t exactly woo you with armor or sparring or hunting.

Slave I touched down behind the palace in the usual cloud of sand and dust. Unsurprisingly, Fett was waiting not too far off, probably making sure Din hadn’t wrecked his ship on his first solo hunt with her since Grogu had gone with the Jedi. (The famous Jedi. Apparently.) Maybe that’s why you were standing next to him--to make note of what needed fixing. He was pretty sure nothing needed fixing.

You were beaming at him as he approached, and it was making his stomach feel like he’d just left hyperspace without warning. You were just so… bright. Even now, when you’d clearly been working not long ago, your coveralls dusty and smeared with oil, and strands of hair sticking to your forehead.

Fett suddenly reached over and flicked the side of his helmet.

Din flinched back more from surprise than anything. “Hey! What?”

“I was thanking you for returning my ship in one piece, if you were listening.” His tone carried an amused smile that Din could read even through his visor.

“It was an easy job,” Din replied.

“Yeah, well,” you began, a small smirk on your face, “considering the number of times I patched up the Crest before, I think Boba had his reasons to be concerned.”

Din glanced between them. “When did you two get on a first-name basis?”

You shrugged. “Like two days ago, we were gossiping.”

“You were what?”

“Gossiping,” Fett repeated, like it was nothing.

Din blinked behind his visor, staring first at Fett’s impassive posture, then to you, and your slowly growing smile.

Suddenly, you perked up, stepping forward and grabbing his arm. “Oh! I wanna show you my new project!” You started dragging him towards one of the palace’s many hangars, and Din found he had no qualms letting you drag him, but Fett called your name. You stopped so abruptly, he stumbled trying not to run you over, only succeeding in bumping into you like an idiot, his hands finding your shoulders to steady you both. You just gripped his arm tighter and smiled up at him. He reminded himself to breathe.

“I have something I need to discuss with him,” Fett told you. “It won’t take long, you can go on ahead.”

You rolled your eyes a little. “Fiiiine.” Looking back up at him, you lowered your voice. “It’s a really cool project, just ditch him if you have to.” Din was sorely tempted. You slipped out of his hands and jogged off towards the hangar.

Din watched you until Fett appeared in his periphery. He turned his attention to the other hunter. “What did you want to discuss?”

“Do you know how much she talks about you?”

There was a beat of silence. “Uh… what?”

“It’s like you never left: ‘Din’s so good at this, Din took such-and-such a bounty, Din’s probably the handsomest man in the damn galaxy under all that metal--”

“She didn’t say that.”

Fett scoffed. “So what if she didn’t? You don’t want her thinking you’re handsome?”

Smug bastard. Din’s face was probably redder than Fett’s vambraces at this point, and Fett knew enough to know that. “Look--do you--can you just get to your point?” he huffed, shifting his feet and trying not to stare at your distant figure at work in the hangar.

“My point is she likes you.” Fett moved so he was facing Din. “Would you please,” he said, pressing his palms together, “do something about it? I know you’ve got eyes on her, I’m not stupid, Djarin.”

When Din didn’t respond right away, he went on.

“I even made your job easier: I taught her some Mando’a, I told her what I know about Mandalorian--” he gestured vaguely-- "stuff.”

“That--” Din mimicked the gesture-- “doesn’t fill me with confidence.”

Fett rolled his eyes, Din could tell from his posture. “She asked first, don’t kill the messenger, Djarin. Just do something about it, or I’ll turn it around and sic her on you.” With that, he turned away and started back towards the main body of the palace.

Din sighed, his gaze drifting back to you in the hangar. He really hated how often Fett was right. He shook his head, still feeling a residual blush on his cheeks--at least you wouldn’t see it--and began walking over to the hangar.

You turned another brilliant smile on him as soon as you caught sight of him. You pulled yourself out from under a land speeder. “Din! Lemme show you.” You gestured for him to sit next to you on the ground, which he did.

“Um--can I… ask you something first?”

You looked at him, and the brief silence was almost as oppressive as Tatooine’s heat. “Yeah, sure,” you nodded.

“Fett mentioned he’d taught you some Mando’a?”

“Oh, yeah!” He loved seeing your fact light up like that. “Yeah, I was… kinda curious, I guess. He only taught me a few words, though.”

“Did he, uh…” Din swallowed, flicking dust off his boots. “Did he teach you the word cyare?”

You repeated the word, and Din swore his heart nearly broke his ribs beating as hard as it was. But you shook your head, your brow scrunched. “No, I don’t remember that one. What is it?”

“It means… ‘beloved.’”

You smiled at him, resting your elbow on your knee to cup your chin with a hand. “Yeah?” There was a glint in your eyes, a subtle challenge.

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you choose that word?”

Din swallowed again, absolutely incapable of taking his eyes off you. “Can I… call you that?”

There was a smug look to your smile now. “Only if you mean it,” you told him.

“I mean it.” Maker, he really meant it. “Cyare.”

@darth-void @blsmjoon

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internalsealpanic · 4 years

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Fabulous Friday Evenings

Summary: You were having a really bad day. Conner decides to help cheer you up and make sure your drunk ass doesn’t face plant on the side walk.

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word count: 2,652

a/n: Special thanks to @anothertimdrakestan for helping with the ending and helping with editing! Love you, Elle!

warnings: alcohol and swearing and author does not know how alcohol works. No one is under the drinking age. This may benefit from more editing.

"Mosht people are jusht the careful scaffolding of complexshesh," you slurred, your face red, head half buried in your arms, and golden ear cuffs winking under the dim bar lights.

"You somehow still sound like a fucking nerd even you're when drunk," Conner laughed throwing his head back, handsome face stretched with a cheeky smile. "You look like a mess," he said softly, reaching out for your cheek.

"Fuhk you! Not eberyone can be born too pretty for their own guhd- how did yah evehn know I was here? It was Tim wasn't it! "

"Good guess buuuut it was actually Bart" Conner explained casually taking a seat next to you as you lifted your head momentarily before plopping it back down to stare at the amber gloss of the drink. The light from the ceiling seemed to dance so elegantly in your eyes even as you wrinkled your brows. "That rat," you cursed miserably into your arm.

Across from you, a pretty brunette shot you two a wink and without looking you could tell Conner flirted in kind. Normally, you'd have the audacity to steal the girl's attention away before Conner could even make a proper move but tonight you were in absolutely no mood to be charming. In fact, you were sloshed. You didn't know whether it was the fourth or fifth drink that did it but there you were sitting next to one of the most attractive people he knew with your makeup smeared and eyes still swollen and puffy. You kind of just want a portal to open up and swallow you.

The brunette made a motion to her friends which indicated that she was gonna try her luck and you wished her the best of luck. You bit your soft lips before pressing them into a pout. It took everything in Conner not to kiss you on the spot. Be the responsible one they said. It would be fun, they said.

"We should go. You're-"

"Have fun," you said, patting him on the shoulder, cutting him off curtly; placing some cash on the bar before leaving. The buxom brunette approached Conner placing a hand on the shoulder you’d just touched moments before. He didn’t seem to notice her, his mind still lingering on the warmth of your hand. Before she can say anything, he pivots and runs towards you .

The casual slump in your shoulders in place of your usual elegance was a pretty good indication that you would probably fall in a gutter before you got home. Conner highly doubted you could see straight.

"I can’t believe Roz let you get this sloshed without checking on you," He joked bringing one of your arms over his shoulder and slinging his own arm around you for balance. You walked like a newborn horse. It was incredibly embarrassing and you wanted to die. Conner, on the other hand, just found it incredibly hilarious.

"She's out getting into her own brand of sloshed at a bachelorette party,"

"Huh. Didn't know she was the wedding type. Thought she hated going to those,"

"She's the stripper," You deadpanned, sounding abnormally sober. With that Conner let out a genuinely hearty laugh. You would trade all the martinis, dackories, and margaritas in the world just to get drunk on that laugh.

"That reminds me," Conner drawled, adjusting his hold feeling just how shaky you were from the late October Metropolis weather pressing you closer to his warm body. You kind of wanted to melt into his side but you had too much pride. "Bart never said why you were out here getting shit faced," You frowned at him but couldn't really muster any sharpness into your expression.

There were lots of reasons to get 'shit faced' even in shiny Metropolis. You twitched your nose and mouth side to side gathering the makings of a sentence. Where do you even start? Your little sister got suspended, your mother (who somehow found out you were in Metropolis) is either demanding money or for you to drop everything to go back home to help around the house (translation: help out with the bills while babysitting your siblings), Bats and some other league members were on your ass for the last mission (probably the only thing on this list you found reasonable), this morning, you got fired from your library job so they could hire Marco's girlfriend (who is in fact a perfectly nice person which means you can't really hate her), or the dozens of little annoyances such as Bart not being able to keep his trap shut.

"This week was just a little much,"

A long moment of silence passes between you. Uncharacteristic for Conner but it was cute that he thought silence would make you fess up.

"You know I could have gone home on my own. That brunette looked like she was up for a good time,"

"Yeah right. Also you're welcome."

"You're right. Thank you for getting blue balled this fine evening to escort me" you didn't want to be prickly but Conner was being too nice and that made your skin crawl. Why couldn’t he be mean to you right now like a normal person?

"First off, she wasn't even my type-" You raised a brow.

"Kon, her tits were the size of Jupiter-"

"Did you really just say 'tits'?"

You threw him a scowl clearly sobering up from irritation.

"Shut up. Point iiiis, you didn't have to-"

"You just said-"

"Oh for the love of- yes, I said tits. Speaking of which you should be staring at some instead of having to lug my sorry ass around on this fabulous Friday evening." Your hand fluttering, gesturing vaguely in the air.

"Eh. There'll be other Fridays" Kon shrugged. Pulling you closer and some selfish part of you felt relieved.

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Much to your surprise (you really ought not to be), Roz wasn't home yet which meant you had to dig out the keys from the secret hiding spot- another hassle. You reached out peeling a hilariously well concealed hole in the wall and fished out the set of jingling keys. Conner looked like he was between amusement and bewilderment. Good enough. At least, this stopped Conner's 30 minute TED Talk about the new 70s sitcom he'd found.

You two entered the shoe box apartment clumsily thanks to your disastrous limbs.

You blew out a breath and muttered a thanks as Conner helped you plop onto the couch. Though, it was more like gravity decided to magnetize your body to the couch and Conner just let it happen.

You shut his eyes for a moment wrapping a ragged blanket around you. You made a mental note to raid the thrift store for a new one. Preferably one void of holes.

"So what's up and don't you dare say it was nothing. I've never seen you this hammered before," He said handing you a mug of steaming hot chocolate.

"Does it occur to you that I might get hammered like this often and you might just not see it? Who knows maybe I'm actually a functional alcoholic?"

"Ok, first off, you are barely functional. Second, that might be your weakest deflection yet. Try again,"

"Ok... did it occur-"

"I didn't mean it lite- just tell me what happened. Everyone's worried,"

You stared at the steam rising from the fresh cup of cocoa. It was none of Conner's business. It was no one’s business. Your friends were too goddamn nice. Blowing out another breath, you said "You might wanna sit down too,"

Conner takes his own mug of hot cocoa and sits next to you because for some reason eye contact made you a better liar and Conner for all his dumb decisions wasn't gonna let you off the hook that easily. You shifted uncomfortably and muttered about either Cassie or Roz ratting you out. He assumed it was the eye contact thing. Conner felt a little offended. He might not be Tim but he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. Despite his hurt feelings and bruised ego, he decided to table that and focus on the current issue or, likely, issues.

"Do you want it in alphabetical order?"

"Please tell me you can actually do that," Conner teased with a wide grin. You couldn’t fight off a smile forming on your face. "Sadly, I am not Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. My brain cells work like a normal person's,"

"Didn't you die?"

"Death only fixes stupid when you stay dead. You've seen Red Hood and whichever other Ex-Robin has been to the pearly gates,"

"You say that as if Jason wouldn't tell the big man to fuck off,"

You blinked and turned your head up to the ceiling. "Ok that's true," You conceded, your mouth twitching rapidly from side to side making you look like an exasperated rabbit. Cute.

"So what's up?"

All the good mood from the past few minutes dissipated in an instant. You looked down solemnly at the still steaming mug. You were silent for what felt like an eternity.

"It's family- Immediate. And the source of all evil-"

"Lex Corp?"

You snorted a shy tired smile cracked across your face. You shook your head. Those little gestures just make Conner feel a little warmer. You, on the other hand, cursed at how easily Conner could make you laugh. You were supposed to be sad damn it.

"Money," Conner knew immediate family was always a sore spot for you. No one knew the specifics except Roz but that was inevitable when you're cousins. Money was also a sore spot and based on your near dead tone. You’ve either lost a lot of it or you’re in a tight spot but not ready to elaborate.

"Wanna try buying a lottery ticket?"

"What?"

"Who knows you might get lucky?"

"You could have gotten lucky you if you-"

"Are you seriously gonna keep bringing that up?"

"Yes, most likely. Depends,"

"On what?!"

"On whether I can think of something funnier to give you shit about or if you can convince me-whatever the fuck you're thinking of doing stop!"Conner's cheeky grin did not disappear nor did the faint flush on your cheeks.

"I wasn't thinking of anything, you sick pervert" he laughed. You really should have been exasperated with Conner. You tried damn it. You looked at him skeptically before violently letting his head rest on Conner’s shoulder causing the other boy to fall over.

"Aaaaaaawwwww babe , if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so,"

You wanted to. In fact, both of you wanted to. But unfortunately neither of you were martian and neither of you was willing to say jack. You closed your eyes trying to pretend Conner wasn't a little shit. Conner radiated too much smug for that though.

"Shut up," You mumbled into Conner's shoulder already feeling sleep pull him under. You clung to him. Maybe just for tonight you can indulge in this. Just for a little while you can cling to Conner's warmth. Maybe in the morning your head will ache too much to remember this. Waking up alone wouldn't be too painful then. Hopefully.

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You woke up feeling like a troop of Can Caning hippos decided to host a live performance all over your head. You sighed remembering that you had in fact run out of Aspirin just days before so you decided on just lying there and praying that Roz also needed Aspirin and had more energy to run to the store.

You settled in nuzzling in to the warm-

Wait. It was October.

Nothing in the apartment should be warm.

NOTHING.

Then, you heard it. A LOUD snore. It honestly sounded more like the roar of an engine than anything. Everything else followed. The slow rising and falling of the chest beneath you, the press of stubble against your forehead, and the strong arms loosely wrapped around you.

Yeah. You died again. Yeah. You finally went to heaven. Yup. You were ok with that. You were definitely 100% A Ok with this if this was heaven. Being held tenderly by the guy you liked while you got a good night’s sleep was definitely heaven. God, you were such a sap.

How the hell you missed all of that baffled you.

Oh wait. Dancing hippos. Fuck.

Your head felt like it was threatening to crack open but somehow you honestly could not mind even if you tried. You were laying on top of a hot (literally and metaphorically) guy mutually cuddling. You nuzzled into the junction between Conner’s neck and shoulder in an attempt to steal more warmth. Sure, you were probably gonna go deaf from the snoring. Sure, you were definitely irritated by the stubble pressed against your face. And sure, you would probably die of embarrassment once Conner woke up. You could worry about all that later. All you could think about was how nicely your arms fit around Conner’s neck and how Conner’s arms wrap around you a little tighter in return.

Click.

You could hear the distinct sound of your own camera shutter. Each sound chipped away at your peace of mind. You lifted your head only to see Roz holding your camera.

TAKING PICTURES.

Your cousin was nothing if not a petty opportunist.

“I would tell you to get a room buuuut the only bedroom iiiiis preeeeeeetty occupied,” Roz drawled smugly way too pleased with herself. You opened his mouth to ask but you’d already made the mistake of walking in on Roz and a guest once and you were pretty sure you needed more therapy for that than you did for your murder. You just sighed as Roz took another picture.

“Come on, (y/n), smile a little,”

“I’m not smiling for your blackmail material,”

Roz gasped trying to sound scandalized. She failed, only sounding amused beyond belief. “It’s only blackmail if you’re ashamed of it. Personally, I think you’re scoring big time,”

“Roz please just fuck off before you wake him up,”

“Too fuckin’ late for that. He’s been awake for awhile,”

You could feel Conner smiling into your hair and his arms wrap around you a little tighter. You tried to straighten up. To tower over him. To look intimidating.

But…. you couldn’t. You were kind of trapped because, yanno, super strength.

You were seething and threw a scowl at Conner who only chuckled at you in response.

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” You snarled, clearly exasperated and feeling the hippos start their encore performance.

“ Mmmmmm, it depends,” Nope. The hippos did not only come back for an encore. They brought friends. Based on the absolutely smug look on Conner’s face, you were in for an entire parade.

You let out a breath not sure if you wanted to play this game but not really seeing any other options. “On what?“

Conner paused and hummed and hummed and hummed some more as if he was actually thinking but you knew from the crook of his lips that he had this planned out. Maybe not this exact scenario but something close“Go out on a date with me,”

You blinked then rolled your eyes theatrically enough that your head rolled along with it. “And be seen with you in public?” You teased, an almost sheepish smile tugging at your features.

Yeah, Conner wasn’t exactly expecting you to say yes.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not?” You said playing it off as casually as possible but you couldn’t help but mirror the absolutely goofy grin plastered on Conner’s face. His happiness was infectious. You felt weightless. It was probably the fact that you were floating with him but you were pretty sure you were just on cloud nine. You were doomed. Definitely, inevitable, indubitably doomed. Even though everything has been shit up to now. The happiness radiating off of Conner was enough to make everything feel a little better.

Thank you so much for reading!

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Dope-A-Cabana Review (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

Salduos Amigos! Since i’m covering a full series, i’d like to welcome any newcomers to the first part of the epic final stretch of THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS! For those of you just joining us, a few months back WeirdKev27, easily my biggest supporter as the only one who comissions any reviews from me, asked if I could do a big project for him: a comission of EVERY major american apperance of those three happy chappies in matching serapes. Give i’ve ALWAYS loved the boys ever since house of mouse and had been sitting on Legend of the Three Cablleros for far too long, more on that in a minute obviously, I happily agreed. Plus the rather nice influx of cash from the comissions was very welcome. If your intrested in comissioning your own, hit me up via my direct messages. It’s 5 dolalrs an episode, though I do do discounts on orders of 3 or more, and 10 for a movie, with again discounts for orders of more than one. And yes that plug was very shamless, but again I have no other job than this. Back to the point these reviews have taken me on a wonderful journey: I got to rewatch the movie and revel in the fun songs, acid trips and super horny Donald Duck, got to both revisit one of Don Rosa’s best story and read another all time classic from the man I hadn’t before, took a trip back to the house of mouse to hear some great songs and see some great cartoons.. and some not so great ones, took a small detour to Mickey and The Roadster Racers to be baffled and annoyed though I am proud to say it was my first review back after I came down with Cornovirus and lost a week of work time. And finally I covered the town where everyone was nice, and got to see the boys have a joyous reunion with Donald and be lushly animated while.. Dewey jackassed around in a B-Plot and Webby resisted the urge to throat chop him. It’s been a long ride and you can find all of it is so far RIGHT HERE IN THIS CONVIENT LINK ! CLICK IT NOW IF YOUR CURIOUS. Point is while this was well paid for.. it’s easily one of the projects i’ve been most proud of and while i’m sad to see it winding down, i’m proud of what i’ve done so far, and I just wanted to heartily thank Kevin for the ride and for being so generious as to fund the whole damn thing. Your a good dude man.

Which brings us here, to the grand finale. The Legend of the Three Caballeros! As the boys first starring roll as a group since the movie, there was really no other way this retrospective could end, and since I have a terrible problem with procastination and really hated this series version of daisy I just kept pushing back watching the series until now. I’m not proud of it but I am happy to correct it and hope you’ll all come along with me. Before we get started I could not find much background on the show. It was directred by Matt Danner who was the character designer for the utter classic Xiaoilin Showdown and currently works on the Muppet Babies reboot, so i’m happy he’s still getting work. Otherwise I couldn’t find much. The most I could was on tv tropes, claming the series was orignally meant for Netflix.. and while I have no proof and this could easily be conjecture.. i’m inclined to belivie it. The series was apparently done long before the Ducktales reboot, to the point Frank Angrones was only vaguely aware of it and it didn’t even remotely impact the series, with Panchito and Jose only debuting in Season 2 because the original idea for bringing them in was scrapped. So while I don’t have proof.. I’m inclined to belivie it since it makes sense: Disney DID have a healthy relationship with Netflix once, setting up the MCU shows and likely being happy there.. but eventually they wanted their own corner of the sky, and likely didn’t want one of their shows bolted to the network like all their marvel shows were. The problem this created though is Disney was CLEARLY left with a show they no longer had a place for. But even with that the show was still done, they COULD have put it on the Disney Now app or just aired it on the Disney Channel. See if there was any fan intrest in season 2 or throw one into production to at least beef up the episode count. I mean the Cabs have a built in fanbase, kids would likely love it... it’s the logical choice. But this is Disney. They’ve had to be drug kicking and screaming into representation, to the point they had to be fought for the gay romance subplot in owl house to happen, try to hide that the Sparkshort “Out” is about a gay man struggling with coming out despite having you know reams of content on the service with either gay subtext or out and out gay characters, and their attempts at doing representatoin to score points in other little ways.. have been pathetic, easily missable bits in movies that could , and have been, edited out in more homophobic countries. My point is yeah i’m still sore about how they and a LOT of the animation industry have to be dragged into doing the right thing over profit, and they often make very stupid decisions for seemingly no reason. They are a good company a good chunk of the time.. but Disney has done fucked up quite a bit. This is one of those times. Instead they dumped the show on the Disney Life app in the phillipines and slowly some other countries, basically the Disney Now equilvent over there, and then just sort of forgot about it until Disney Plus launched. And given how many shows they HAVEN’T put on the streamer for again, seemingly no reason, it is a nice suprise the show finally got a release on there in the US. But before that, and proving what a massive mistake just abandoing the show was, the show did gather a massive fanbase via people uploading the episodes online. So yeah the show was treated REALLY shittily for stupid reasons, but thankfully it still has a fanbase to this day and said shabby treatment, as it always does, just encouraged fans to support it harder. So naturally i’m more than happy to give the series some spotlight as fanbase or no, it badly needs it and Disney sure as hell dosen’t want to do it. So if somebody’s gotta do it, might as well be me. This is the Legend of the Three Cablleros. We open on some narration from Xandra, Goddess of Adventure. Granted she hasn’t been identified yet, and won’t be till next episode.. buuuut it’s easier on me to not have to dance around her name so your learning it now. But Xandra narrates that long ago there were epic battles against the good and the evil and all that by epic heroes, and it’s all cumilated in the Legend of the Three Cablleros. Post title drop we’re treated to the boys, in cool looking armor and with neat weapons, fighting a purple monster man as you do in an really beautiful and epic sequence As this scene illustrates the animation for this show is GORGEOUS, a lavish update of the standard disney style with nice use of shadows. It feels almost film quality in it’s work, and it’s an utter treat to watch and opening at the end was a good call: it both ratchets up excitement and allows the first ep to have some action since this one, as part of a two part premiere, is mostly setup. It’s eyecatching, exciting and makes you want to know what the hell is going on. And since Xandra realizes MAYBE starting the story at the climax was a bad idea, she takes us back a bit.

Okay maybe not that far. No we open properly at Donald’s house, where it’s his birthday! And like the movie, it’s Friday the 13th, an excellent call back. Donald’s making his breakfast, boliling some tea and.. talking with the weird foced warped refelection in the kettle who can apparently only say “right back at you handsome, wink”. Seriously I have so many questoins and all of them are about what this guy is, why is Donald so calm about all of this, and is he still alive after Donald destroys his tea kettle later. Donaldo gets a call from Daisy, whose visting to spend the day with him and is waiting patiently int he bad part of town. I didn’t know Duckburg had a bad part of town but given Glomgold has to get his sharks and bombs somewhere, i’m not surprised. Unless he special orders them, but even then what if he needs a shark or a bomb in a hurry? He’s gotta get them somewhere and now we know where. So there’s that. So all’s going well until Donald’s asshole boss calls and forces him to come in despite Donald having the fucking day off and it presumably being on the schedule. So Donald rushes to work, and we do get some great gags but as you’d expect for Donald it goes poorly and he botches a kid’s haircut despite the mother being very rude.. and also a female version of pete. LIke.. did he remarry after the divorce from peg or is that his sister? Does that mean PJ and PIstol have a cousin I never knew about? I want answers dammit.. and picutures of spider-man. Not for any slander job I just really like spider-man.

Eh it’ll do.As i’m doing a full series this time i’m stopping to talk about the main cast as we go soooo.... Tony Anselmo is naturally Donald, even pitching in to consult the crew on Donald’s characterization here, as really what better expert is there? He’s voiced Donald since the original Ducktales and has stuck with the roll since, only taking a break for Mickey and the Roadster racers and that’s likely because between finishing up this series and the Mickey Mouse shorts, and moving on to Ducktales 2017, he likely simply didn’t have the time for it. Granted given how little he was used in the first season of the show, he probably still could’ve done it but regardless, he’s a legend. Daisy is voiced by Tress Macneile, who not only has voiced the character since House of Mouse and is easily the best voice for her, but is also one of the most storied and legendary va’s in the buisness, having been at this since the 80��s with zero signs of stopping. Just to name a few of her more notable roles, in chronological order; Gadget Hackenwrench, Babs Bunny, Agnes Skinner, Charlotte Pickles, Dot Warner (Which as of last year she’s picked up again and will do the same for Babs, just in case you thought i was exagerating on the “zero signs of stopping” thing), Pookie from Hey Arnold, Mom, Hoodsey Bishop, and Queen Oona among MANY, MANY smaller rolls. I didn’t even realize Charlotte or Hodsey were here, she’s that talented and deserves all the praise.. and way better rolls as Daisy than this one but we’ll both get to that and thankfully much like with Tony, the reboot’s giving her character some depth to work with so she gets to reallys tretch her chops. The woman turns 70 here, will likely keep going until she dies, and is wonderful and deserves more respect.

So because this is Donald, life wont’ stop punching him in the face and it turns out his house burned down, the fire people are destroying everything because their assholes, seriously they destroy both a family heirloom and a picture of his parents despite not being on fire. I’d be genuinely suprised if their general strategy wasn’t scremaing “fire, fire fire” and then going “rock rock rock” while they throw rocks on it. Super brucey bonus prize for the first person who gets that refrence and comments on it. I’ll get back to this in a second but SOMEHOW, beisdes loosing his home, all his possesions and his job... it gets even WORSE and Daisy calls, refuses to listen to him despite him having VERY valid excuses and breaks up with him. Oh and then the fire fighters gladly talk about going home to their in tact houses and partners.

So yeah let’s talk about this. This first 6 or 7 minutes.. is why I didn’t return to the show for a while. My brain has a bad habit of glomming onto certain parts of things, so it remembered the rough to sit through and not very funny first act.. and not the rest of the episode which is very good and likely more indiciative about how good the series is. Thankfully it does get better but this first act .. frames things like it’s DONALD’S fault somehow. I mean yes he did burn his house down.. but even that really isn’t his fault. He was called away suddenly, wasn’t thinking and made a mistake. Hell he proabably woudl’ve had more left if the fire department hadn’t gone crazy with the axes. His being called into work? He took the day off, and his boss was just a dick. His screwing up at the job? he was genuinely trying his best and doing his best and the client was just wholly unresonable. Donald did nothing wrong but the episode WANTS to frame him like some sort of screwup.. which he is, it’s Donald.. but not in this case. It was just a string of uncomfortable to watch bad luck that cumilates in him having nothing left. It’s not funny, it’s jsust really sad and it’s REALLY hard to tell the tone their going for as they seem to awkwardly bounce from jokes to Donald being utterly devistated and alone.

And the worst of this.. is Daisy. Daisy is EASILY the most infamous part of the show, as their portryal.. is pretty bad and apparently gets worse. We’ll see as we go but yeah.. her screaming at and breaking up with her boyfriend without listneing to his side and giving the claim we only have HER word on that he’s always screwing up, ON HIS BIRTHDAY no less, when he’s done nothing wrong, does not make a good first impression nor the fact the show seems to AGREE WITH HER. And look Donald is a trainwreck, this is true.. but the show dosen’t remotely portray him as one until AFTER this scene. As I said nothing that happened was his fault. Donald isn’t irresponsible or a screwup or dating a high schooler or anything. He isn’t Scott Pilgrim. He just has really bad luck. Again, we do see some foibles in the scenes to come.. but we don’t see any that would justify her claims, especially since she seemed perfectly happy earlier with him. Now if she’d say brought up some screwups in the first scene, and gently at that, then this would’ve worked.. but as it stands she just comes off as MASSIVELY unsymapthetic.. especially since Donald later calls her nieces over for help, which is objectively weird not gonna lie.. so she now KNOWS he had to move to a new house and his likely burned down.. yet still apparently has nothing good to say about him.

It didn’t help this rubbed me the wrong way in a very special way. As i’ve made plain before I don’t like THIS version of Daisy, the nagging, selfish, vindictive asshole who will gladly try and cheat on donald, dump him at a moments notice and you know PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. Which just in case you think i’m exagerating...

She fucking upercutted him..and like here for something that isn’t his fault. I mean this Daisy isn’t physically beating Donald.. but that’s a VERY low bar to clear. And emotional abuse is just as bad, so there. My point is too often in the comics when written poorly, Daisy is a pretty terrible person and I REALLY didn’t want a screen adaptation of this form of Daisy. It took a WHILE to recover from not liking daisy over this version, with help from remembering house of mouse, some good barks story with her and the AMAZING Ducktales version and the suprisingly good Quack Pack version.. I did. But yeah.. this is not a good sign of things to come for the character in this show.

So yeah Donald’s heart is in the basement and his week is at an all time low when a post man shows up and gives him a letter.. well puts it in the box for a good gag but semantics. But the letter turns around as his ancestor Clinton Coot left him an inhertance for his 3Xth birthday: a house of some kind in the swanky neighboring town of New Quackmore. And i’ll also say.. it’s REALLY nice that for once, we focus on the Duck side of Donald’s legacy, or rather the coot but semantics, instead of the McDuck part. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love the clanmcduck, always will and I love Ducktales exploration of it.. but it’s still nice to acknowledge Donald comes from two sides and while one of those may be humble farmers, they still accomplished a lot, including founding Duckburg in most continuities including presumably this one. It’s also a good way to seperate thigns from other properties including the reboot: focusing on a part of Donald’s lineage that isn’t usually touched on and making THEM just as badass as the other side.

So we get a quick montage as Donald takes a cab there and takes in the rich and fancy sights. It’s also a brilliant way to set up New Quackmore and it’s attached instutite as a fancy, upperclass place.. and thus perfectly clash it with Donald. Donald ends up getting dropped off at a big mansion.. which is not his , but belongs to the insittutes head, Baron Von Sheldgoose, played by WAYNE KNIGHT.

Hell. Yes. I freaking love Wayne Knight. In case you don’t know who the man above is, or at least don’t recognize his face, Wayne Knight is a very funny and talented actor and voice actor with a lengthy career primarily in side rolls, with the rolls that he broke out with being loveable asshole and Jerry’s enternal nemisis Newman on Seinfeld and Dennis Nedry, aka “that guy who got sprayed acid in his face by those horrifying frilled dinosaurs that will never not haunt my nightmares”. Seriously that scene fucked me up as a kid and I could not watch that part of the movie. For the most part he’s been a side character man but he has done a LOT of voice work, most notable Zurg in Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, Dojo for the aformentioned and excellent Xiaolin Showdown, and Mr. Blik for Catscratch and I wish he’d do more. He also recently voiced the penguin in Harley Quin so when I get to that you better belivie i’m looking forward to it. Point is while he may not always get the glory, and had to settle for starring in a mediocre tv land sitcom to get a steady paycheck once, the man is VERY talented, very funny and perfectly cast here.

So Donald makes himself home, finds out it’s not HIS home and gets thrown out by the snooty rich asshole’s bodyguards. As you’d expect. Donald does find HIS home, a run down cabana next door to the mansion with caution tape all over. Still Donald takes it best he can as it’s better than no home at all> What he doesn’t take well is finding out from the executor of the will that he’s not the only one inheriting the house... which is absolutley fair. The guy just had the worst day of his life, and this lady didn’t bother to put in the letter to any of them that they were sharing the house. The Sheldgoose thing was just an average Donald screw up. This is just this lady going...

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But yes we meet our boys.. and the introductions are naturally given this series is about them the best we’ve gotten so far: Jose is thrown off a bus, having ran out of fair, and having wooed all the ladies on board, and quickly charms the executor and is perfectly cordial to Donald, while Panchito parachutes out of a plane and marvels at how he went from nothing to having two new best friends, a run down shack and a sleezy lawyer! In short the two make a great first impression, helped by wonderful casting. Jose is voiced by Eric Bauza, a talented voice actor whose had WAY too many roles to list here, but two of the most notable are being the current voice of Bugs and Daffy, and his most notable role outside that recently has been playing Splinter in Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But the guy is endlessly talented, seems really nice, and is easily one of my faviorite Jose’s so far after just one episode. He just.. gets the character perfectly and is thankfully NOT another white guy stepping into the role, so that’s nice. He easily oozes the charm and layabout nature Jose and was a natural in the role and i hope he gets to take it up again at some point. Speaking of naturals we have Jamie Camil as Panchito, who easily steps into the guys boundless energy and the sterotpical bits are swapped out for making him a cloud cuckoolander instead, which I genuinely love and fits the character perfectly. He’s best known for CW Soap Jane the Virgin, where his charcter Rodrigo just sounds like a delight, but has recently picked up a pretty good voice acting career, vocing Don Karnage in the Ducktales reboot, Globgor in Star vs the Forces of Evil and Todd’s Stepdad George in Bojack Horseman. I only hope he gets more voice work as he’s really damn great at it and it’s wonderful to get to see him in a role that’s not limited to a few episodes at best for a change.

So Donald’s less than happy about this, again it’s hard to really be that mad at him when he’s had a really, REALLY bad day and wasn’t told about this, but it’s kept to just the light level of grumpy as to not make him unlikeable. Granted after that intro it’d take a LOT to make him unsympathetic, but after their version of Daisy I really dont’ want to test this series. Our boys also find out they have a groundskeeper, ari, aka THE ARCUAN BIRD! He’s just a delight any time he pops up, doing his usual “ya ta ta ta” bit, and being adorable and hilarioius as always.. and also hilariously failing to fix the boys door. So Donald ends up just accepting he has roomates now, nothing he can do, and the three explore the house finding all sorts of cool old artifacts, feeling they’ve stumbled onto something specail. And you know what that means: YARD SALE! Seriously it feels like a bit out of Wet Hot American Summer or Stella, a series from the same creators you really should check out and that is high praise, trust me.

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I wish this series was streaming somewhere.. I mean we finally got Clone HIgh streaming Viacom, get on that. Anyways, it’s just.. fucking hilarious, and a LOT of this episode is once we walk back from the writers kicking donald in the junk and acting like it was his fault. Once Donald gets his inhertiance, the episode picks up immensley and we see the shows real charm and hilarirty fly, with jokes coming at a rapid and wonderful pace. The show really did impress me with the second half and made me utterly excited for tommrow.. or I guess today’s, look at the follow up. But we’re still in this episode and being a rich asshole, Sheldgoose isn’t happy about a yard sale, though given this series standards, we not only get some great deliveres from Knight of an outraged “A YARD SALE?!”... but a wonderful gag where Sheldgoose out to white guy it up and yell at them over this..accidently takes a wrong turn in his massive house, and turns around, not loosing how upset he is once. Meanwhile, we meet.. April, May and June. Yeah apparnetly Della isn’t dead or lost in this continuity, so the boys are MIA, and are instead replaced by Daisy’s Nieces, who I hope show up in the reboot before it ends. Especially since the show makes them WAY more tolerable than classic huey dewey and louie and instead enjoyable like Ducktales HDL. While not as indvidual as those three, the three are still idendtical outside of outfits, their voice actress Jessica DiCicco uses her consderiable talents and experince to give each one a unique voice, so while they all share a voice actress, none of them sound alike. And to round out our main cast for now, as our last members will be joining us fully next time, let’s talke about Jessica DiCicco. Jessica is a very talented and increasingly prolific voice actor and if you haven’t heard of her, and you probably have, you’ve defintely heard her voice. Starting out with Disney, hence why the probably called on her for this, she did the voices of Maggie for the Buzz on Maggie and Melina for Emperor’s New School before breaking out as Flame Princess on Adventure Time, whose both one of my faviorite characters from the show and one we’ll be digging into starting next month. And not one to rest easily she picked up a second set of iconic rolls vocing Lynn and Lucy Loud on The Loud HOuse, and funnily enough using those voices for two of the girls here. And along with Loud House she’s also currently starring in it’s Pony and is int he main cast of Close Enough as Candace. My point is she’s exceedingly talented.. as is this whole cast, as it’s a DAMN excellent cast and just further sells that this series deserves better. We’ll get into the girls more next time as they don’t do much here other than get called in by Donald for help, with what I saw of episode 2 fleshing them out more. Point is Sheldgoose offers a million dollars for the cabana and all it’s stuff and the boys are glad to sell.. they just have to find something Sheldgoose desperately wants, a mysterious golden atlas encrusted with Jewels. Our heroes head in to find it with Panchito finding it, and being very specific about it. We also get a nice call back to Ari destroying the door as Jose cleverly calls on him to destroy the lock. So our heroes open the book... and a goddess pops out and threatens to kill them all.

Final Thoughts: Dope-A-Cabana is a decent intro the series, but as i’ve said it’s heavily hampered by a weak and mean spirited first act. But once it gets going it REALLY gets going and as part 1 one of a two part pilot, it does it’s job well once it does get going: introducing our three boys and one of our antagonists well and setting up the side cast and preparing for our last to major additions Next Time: The Boys go on their first adventure, Sheldgoose finds a boss and the girls find their voice. Thanks for Reading, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.

#the legend of the three caballeros #The Three Caballeros #donald duck #Jose Carioca #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #panchito pistoles #xandra #april duck #may duck #june duck #baron von sheldgoose #daisy duck #pete pete #disney plus #disney channel #animation #disney

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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Hey hey, Boat Anon's Friend here, Camellia-

Give me back my glitter, monomi!

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Yeah, So Boaty is in a bad place mentally... she's Considering Changing her name, with permission the Name she chose was Fredrick Roshmar and she's afraid that People might hate her for it, She's one of Gordon's Close friends and They've both been Separated from eachother and banned from Talking, So If Gordon Sees this, hi. And They both have the same Name Identity problems due to household issues yanno? So yeah, Can I get Miu, Kokichi and Maki for her, She loves Maki so much, So I'm sure anything from her would make her Feel amazing.

Ok, so full disclosure, I haven't totally been keeping up with all of the boat anon asks, and I only vaguely remember seeing the name Gordon in the ask box, so I don't have all of the details, but I'll do my best with what I got. Okaaay, name change huh? So I googled the name Fredrick Roshmar, and like, I don't see anything inherently problematic with it. Like there's definitely nothing hateworthy. I can't promise that everyone will be ok with it, because people are weird with name changes and stuff like that. Honestly, people having bad reactions is normal, and that sucks. Personally, if she wants to do it, then she should do it! Buuuut she has to be aware that not everything will be sunshine and rainbows, and she's gotta be emotionally ready for that.

Honestly, she can start small with people who she trusts and knows will respect her. Ok, moving right along, again I don't know who Gordon is or what they're going through, but like Gordon if you see this, hey, what's up, I hope you're doing well.

Ok, so I don't have any context for why they were separated and can't talk, so I don't want to say anything super specific, because that might make things worse. What I can tell you is that they should isolate the incident that caused the separation, and maybe start working on a way to fix it. So the name thing is a household thing, ok, that clears things up a little. Honestly, with things like these you gotta take things slow. Sometimes you have to deal with less than great things for a while, but usually you can get out eventually and have the life you wanna have. It's a matter of hanging in there, and while that sucks, that's usually how these things go. I like, have no idea why she'd wanna talk to Maki, but like, hey if she somehow makes her happy, then good. She deserves happiness. Sometimes we have to deal with shitty things for a while, but nothing lasts forever. No matter how bad things get, they get better.

Do you wanna die Kokichi...

*sigh* I don’t understand why she loves me so much, how can anyone be that fond of an assassin? Someone who kills for a living…yet this ridiculous school considers it a talent. Anyway…

I’m sorry to hear that boaty isn’t feeling great again…but, a name change is not something that someone should hate her for. If she chooses to have another name, that is her choice & her preference.. People don’t have to throw a huge fit about it.

I’ve seen Gordon around here, I vaguely know them. Well, the name identity sounds like a problem for sure, but I know boaty will figure it all out.. She’s definitely stronger than she gives herself credit, after all, how many times has she asked for me? I believe within her, there’s courage waiting to show. And if boaty happens to read this, which I’m sure she will, I want her to know that I have the upmost faith in her..

Woooooow. Look at you liking red eyes over there boaty, don’t tell me you’ve got the hots for her! Bahahaha, forget it, there’s no way right?

Ok, so I know about Gordon, kind of. Haven’t had the privilege of talking to them yet but it’s kinda cool how you guys are 1 small circle.. Now boaty, don’t feel pressured to have to change your name, ok? If you want to do so, I say go for it & take pride in it! That’s a name you’re choosing for yourself, something you should be able to hear & be proud of it..

Hmm, now a gorgeous girl genius like myself has something that can make boaty feel a bit better.. How about you give ol red eyes a hug? Make sure that you hold her tight, rest your head on her um…well, ‘ya know! Eeeeee! She’s giving me that glare again…

Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.. Jeez, don’t need to give me that death glare. Anyway, I really hope boaty figures this all out for herself, I know she can.

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #kokichi ouma #maki harukawa #miu iruma #mod kokichi #mod maki roll

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mickmundy · 1 year

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okay so i know i kinda answered this in an ask BUT i really have been meaning to go through my gf and i's chats and find even more of our bushmeds so! ah! let's just think of this post as the dutchiebee medsnip masterpost where i will update with links to tags for each of these the more i ramble!! heh!! the catch-all tag for my personal bushmed rambles is still #medsnip of course, but some of these have specific tags as well! aaand as usual you can feel free to send asks or talk to me about any of these, i'm always glad to babble about them!! hehe!!

“Canon” MedSnip: the medic and sniper in Thou Giveth Fever is just the Main/Default/Canon/Whatever medic and sniper. takes place in same universe right after the comics! i default to talking about them the most!

Dutchiebee OC MedSnip: arlowe and wren! a lot of their story takes place pre-teufort but they eventually become RED’s medic and sniper! ^v^ “canon” red medic and sniper don’t exist in this universe. they’re already dating by the time they wind up at teufort together! we’re still working on a lot of their backstories but i’ll eventually talk more about them/write a fic for them too! ^u^

Vampire Medic/Hunter Sniper: sniper’s a vampire hunter who is hired by old, powerful and big vampire medic to do some dirty work for him. they end up falling for each other… but not before spilling a lot of blood together!

Merperson Medic/Human-Merperson Sniper: lots and lots of versions of this live in my mind but i think the one i'll elaborate on most is mermedic and lonely human fisherman sniper... for their fish parts, medic is a blanket octopus and sniper is a spotted wobbegong!! hehe... i also love the idea of mersnip and human medic, who harvests/researches exotic animal parts and is given sniper as a gift (mann co caught him? who knows) and thinks that sniper is simply too fascinating (handsome) to kill! hoo!

"Priest"-Demon Medic/Priest Sniper: medic was a human that was killed by the church and comes back as a demon set out to destroy it. takes interest in the church that sniper has been a part of for his whole life and begins causing chaos (falling wooden beams, gossip, making people question their faith etc. whatever medic thinks is fun at the moment)... but sniper catches his eye.... they develop feelings for each other..... but sniper doesn't know what medic Really Is.... gasps.... hehe

Researcher Medic/Swamp Monster Sniper: sniper is a werecroc that lives out in the comfy cozy australian bush/marshland (haven’t decided yet). roughs it as a human and also as a crocodile and loves being alone. until one day a very curious “doctor” starts stomping around his secluded slice of heaven in search of/researching the plants and animals of the area (to harvest for his zany experiments of course!)… sniper hates people but this one just seems kind of… Charming… hmm…. !

Cult God Medic/Nonbeliever Sniper: medic is a shapeshifting god/demon/spirit/whatever that thrives and grows in power from the cult that is convinced he exists and worships him. likes toying with them and giving them “signs” he exists and whatnot and loves the praise because, well, who wouldn’t! :-) hoo! buuuut a Certain Denier has caught his eye…! sniper thinks that cult nonsense is a load of crap and doesn’t fall for it. Naturally this makes medic Carnally Desire him and his attention… HEHE… >:)

Old/Retired/Domestic MedSnip: would follow my “canon” versions of them. years and years later, some vague skip of time. the sorrow..,., the sweetness.,., in the Unlikely Event they retire… how might that go.. :) sniper’s fine with aging but medic is NOT. everything can be defied! age! death! isn’t that what you want sniper!! but maybe sniper wants to retire to some small house on the german coast with medic.,., medic can extend his life infinitely with his “devil deal” but what about his sniper.,., who has already died once… but could either of them Really ever retire…? HEHEH.., i’ve actually written a lot of this and i should probably publish it in a standalone fic. very emotional very angsty!!

Unicorn Medic/Pegasus Sniper: EHE this is an extremely self indulgent one but i love it all the same! does what it says on the tin… what if they were ponies!! i’ve talked about it here and posted sniper’s design here! i need to work on medic’s just for the sake of having my own ref sheet to match sniper’s but i talk about him in the twt thread i linked! ^u^ <3 i just love gushing about them because i love ponies!!

#dutchfoolery #medsnip #AGUHUGUAAA SO MANY BUSHMEDS SO LITTLE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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knivesandwives · 3 years

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Can you give an excerpt (is that the word?) or a pic from the book about Hannibal and Clarice's little date thing? I'm intrigued lol

Oh lol I'm honestly still reading it! Thank you for facilitating my venting though, and I will gladly share my incomplete knowledge. I haven't even finished this scene, which continues into another chapter. I had to take a break and cool my head because it makes me want to gag like I was a 5 year old with an aversion to kissing scenes (which is not usual for me. I just. I don't know about this). I could take the time to finish reading it in the time I'm writing this buuuut I'm too heated to do so atm, even though it would spare me the embarrassment of having very incomplete context. I don't even know whether Thomas Harris intends for the reader to want them together, but his treatment of Hannibal Lecter has generally verged on salivating over him, imo, so. I'm gonna take it as implied that I should like this a bit more than I do. I could be very wrong. Under the cut because it is a Rant

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I’ve got the fun wacky stuff first because this book is Wild. Bonkers. Then I have semi serious stuff and Thoughts thoughts in the second half

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WACKY FUN STUFF PART

it is So over the top corny. Highlights so far:

-Hannibal is playing the harpsichord when Clarice walks out. In other scenes he’s played his theremin. He is insufferable

- the piece he's playing is called ‘If True Love Reigned’ and was composed by Henry VIII, which is a red flag if ever I heard one

-he dresses up in white tie for her and spends FOREVER decorating the house *just so* and inspecting the dinner table from various angles to check whether the Aesthetic is right, because the house he's rented out is only so-so and he's gotta make up for it:

I mean. He decides to add a shit ton of flowers to make it intimate and create a hanging gardens effect, realizes that this looks bad, and decides that the solution is More flowers. Maybe he’s right, but I think with the rest of the decorations this is probably looking like a mess right now.

-Uhhh if I remember correctly from the Freudian Daddy Issues chapter (hhhhh I want to have a word with Thomas Harris), the reason he makes the peonies in the flower arrangement “white as SNO BALLS” is because she has some sort of (dad-related) childhood memories about these fucking Hostess twinkie-level snacks. There are Levels to his floral arrangements

-Similarly, the cocktails he prepares for them have orange slices on the side because it’ll remind her of her father slicing oranges and Hannibal wants to be daddy

-The landlord he’s renting the house from (where he’s keeping Clarice and holding Date Night) has a fixation on Leda and the Swan, to the point that he has four statues of it and eight paintings of it in that one house alone. Hannibal likes the horniest one with the best “anatomical articulation.” Make of that what you will. There was indeed a reason for Bryan Fuller including such a pussy out painting in the set for Hannibal’s dining room. Hannibal covers the other Leda statues and paintings that don’t live up to his standards

- He brings her clothes to wear?? Special Fancy clothes for Date Night. Ugh. And I thought it was pushy and anal in SOTL when he gave her tips on how to improve her fashion

- Hannibal wears an ascot over a white shirt. No jacket. I don't know if I trust the taste level of this man. I like Freddy from scooby doo but his look seems like a stretch in this context

-he uses candelabra like he's the phantom of the opera and has this incredibly fucking extra mirror in his rented house:

-he tells her his goals for the evening in one of the trademark Long Confusing Hannibal Monologues we’re so used to seeing in the show, then asks Clarice if she understands, and her response is: no I don’t so I hope your food is good at least

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Actual Serious Thoughts about it (content warning: some vaguely psychosexual things involving characters’ family, drugging and non-sexual consent issues)

I think my reaction is definitely influenced by the context that's been presented so far for their relationship in this book, which includes (briefly):

--Hannibal has a fixation on Clarice as a potential replacement for/idealized version of Mischa, his dead sister. The moment he lays eyes upon her again in this book he starts having uncontrollable flashbacks that directly associate Clarice with Mischa and overlays their meanings and iconography. So... that's something. It shows up constantly whenever we get a glimpse into his POV. I have thoughts about what Hannibal finds appealing about Clarice RE as an idealized version/teacup reversal of Mischa; the book tells us he admires her courage and her spirit as a warrior despite having been victimized, and so Clarice is in some ways a version of Mischa that was capable of surviving despite the odds. That was (crudely) my working theory, anyway. Might have to reevaluate that now because I'm less certain now about Hannibal's intentions and how much his appreciation for Clarice is really *respectful* of her potential, versus how much he sees her as some sort of vehicle to replace Mischa and be some sort of walking talking idealized doll that he crafts into his dead sister. I wanted it to not be *as* weird and psychosexual as I thought it would end up being, but this book definitely leans into some weird sexualized Freudian shit, and I'm concerned that Mischa and Clarice are part of that despite my best efforts to rationalize it in a way that I would have preferred. Really, who fantasies about their lover being a reminder of their sister?

--Freudian hell part 2: Hannibal has rescued Clarice from the Verger farm (after she rescued him, which was quite dramatic) and has her drugged at his house and undergoing the type of hypnosis we see suggested with Will and Miriam Lass in NBC!Hannibal. Hannibal suggests things, she follows those suggestions with apparently little agency of her own. He probes into her history and traumas and causes her to see things. Among his goals here is to have her make peace with her dead father in some way (in a scene which strongly resembles Abigail's therapy with GJH's corpse as seen in the s3 flashbacks), and to give her some form of control over her memory of him. This is accompanied by some very squicky speculation from Hannibal about Clarice having taboo sexual associations with her father, which she projects (among other things) onto other father figures in her life like Jack Crawford or her fallen FBI partner. I didn't know before I got into this book whether it was going to legitimize the Electra complex angle on Clarice this much, and maybe I'm wrong to accept Hannibal's viewpoint as sacred, but. So far, that seems to be the take.

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So that's the context for the leadup to this romantic dinner scene. Hannibal has decorated his house specially for this date night type thing and given her a slinky, fancy dress to wear in his fancy house. Clarice has been heavily under the influence of drugs so far, and this night is no exception. This chapter so far has been a treasure trove of the more romantic dialogue repurposed for NBC!Hannibal, but I kind of can't stand it here in this book as anything remotely romantic. It's almost entirely him talking *at* her and it seems like this is more about him and his idealized fantasy of her than it is actually about her. The text does refer to him as "the monster" more frequently in this chapter, and it calls him out directly for his vanity and self congratulation, so I'm not entirely sure if I'm even supposed to like it, but. Anyway. You asked for excerpts! This particular scene is probably the densest part of a very dense chapter (the highlights are a mess rn):

There's a lot of interesting stuff in here, some of which really raises my hackles in ways I wasn't anticipating. Clarice has just emerged in the outfit he chose for her to join him. Clarice's first question to him is to ask about how much he's invaded her privacy without her knowledge, and he has a very bullshit answer where he pretends that this situation he's manufactured, in which he drugs her and creates a fantasy world for them, is okay because it exists outside of reality. It doesn't. It's an interesting idea but it's bullshit. This is not his memory palace, this is reality and it does exist as a part of time that Clarice has had to experience (or not, as the case may be for her level of consciousness throughout this). And he turns around from this question about him being intrusive to reiterate his attraction to her. Squick at that. Her plain (possibly curt?) answer to his compliment, even though it's a thank you, causes him annoyance. This is where I really, Really start to have, like, flashbacks to Jessica Jones and the playing house plotline. Real strong flashbacks to that. Clarice's (apparently unintentional) failure to meet his standards and reciprocate in the exact way he wants her to makes him Annoyed. Clarice identifies this and holds her ground, interestingly enough, and Hannibal has a moment of awe at her stubborn individuality, but immediately falls back on self congratulatory wanking at his choice of woman. Then, there's more talking at her, to which she eventually says that she basically doesn't know what the fuck he means but she hopes he plans to make dinner worth her while. I appreciate Clarice holding her ground so well here, especially given the circumstances, and I don't know quite where this is headed, but I guess the gist of it is that in this context I just really want to slap Hannibal about and see him burn

#ramblings #knives reads thomas harris #and vents about things i shouldn't #but thank you!! i need to and i appreciate interaction #but keep in mind i am a fool who is willing to vent about this without knowing everything #just think of it as liveblogging? i guess

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am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

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The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

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You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

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The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

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