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L fell over from his customary seated position, died in his nemesis's arms, then came to in his customary seated position.
He fell over.
"Richard?" said Wammy, the alias he'd been using four cases ago. "Are you alright?"
"Watari?" he said dumbly, into the floor. Wammy was dead. He hadn't wanted it to be true, but he had been sure when he saw the data kill switch had been flipped, pieces of information slotting together to form a whole even when he didn't want them to. His own hand had carved him into a device that did this process automatically. It was too late to deny facts.
"What?" said Wammy like he didn't recognize the Japanese alias.
L pushed himself up halfway off the ground. "Fuuuuuck this," he said, and fell over again.
"Why me?" he wondered aloud. "Does this happen to everyone killed by the murder notebooks? I can't investigate an infinite multiverse, Weatherby."
"Probably not," conceded Wammy. He was currently humoring L gamely. L had been able to provide multiple descriptions of future events that would confirm he wasn't cracking up, but none of them had happened yet. He had never been much of one for keeping track of the date regarding matters where someone could do it for him, which didn't help. Well. Wammy would come around.
L was humoring himself, too, for now. There was no point assuming his mind wasn't reliable. Using his brain to run diagnostics on itself could wait until it seemed necessary. If he was having an Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge moment it was certainly going on for a very long time.
He ground his molars against each other. The Kira murders had been supernatural, but clearly guided by a hand that either was mortal or thought the same way. So far, this seemed...random.
"I don't like this," he informed the room, and incidentally Wammy. His latest sugar cube tower collapsed and split into two factions, one falling into his tea and the other scattering across his desk. Tea sloshed out of its cup in futile pursuit of the desk faction.
He picked up the teacup by the mostly not sticky handle and sipped it, pursuing the grit at the bottom of its basin. He put it down and but his thumbnail. It was slightly sweet. He needed to wash his hands. He added, "Well. I like it better than being dead."
He sent the party interested in his current case an e-mail with enough key bullet points of the solution for them to clean up what was left of it themselves, which was more than he felt like doing for a rerun of a case. If he were stuck only rehashing already closed cases he might entertain the theory that this was Hell. But the world was wide, he had only lived a year or so beyond this in the first place, and the Kira case was still open.
He tried to console himself that Light Yagami possessed one of the most ruthlessly brilliant minds L had ever encountered. This did not make him feel any better about being beaten by a fucking child. L was an extremely petty man about things like that.
(He had been a worse minor. If he had been eighteen as well when faced with such an infuriating suspect, he would probably have been the one instigating physical altercations. He would have broken Light's perfect nose instead of playing around with him, and then maybe he wouldn't be undead.)
He gnawed his thumbnail, brain too itchy to be content just pressing it against his bottom lip where he could usually stop. He knew on one level of thought he was risking ending up with sore and bloody cuticles, but it was not the level primarily in charge of his teeth and hands when he was stressed. Was he stressed? Extremely, yes. But should he have been? His life wasn't even in danger, nor was Wammy's. Kira hadn't claimed his first kill yet, probably hadn't acquired his weapon, that awful, intriguing, unassuming notebook. And when he did, L could just...
L didn't even have to do anything. He could just ignore it, and stay ensconced in whatever HQ he chose. Name unrecorded, face unknown, existence not relevant to Light Yagami's twisted morals. He already knew all the key mechanics of Kira. The method, the means—he was sure he'd already known the why. He had all the answers he wanted. Light had given him his answers.
His true face... It was all the confession L had needed. An honor, even.
Ha!
L didn't need anyone's sanction to solve the Kira problem, either. He could steal the notebook. He could hire a hitman.
Dull pain and the taste of blood alerted him that he'd bitten through his thumb.
He popped it into his mouth to keep blood off his keyboard. No, he didn't want to kill Light Yagami. He probably should kill Light Yagami, but he didn't want to. He wanted to... To...
Of the many casualties of the Kira case, there was no one he cared to intervene for he hadn't led to danger with his own hand. (Should he have cared more about Beyond? Eh, he'd interfere if Wammy brought it up.) Even Naomi, who he hadn't spoken to in years, should have no reason to return to her home country if L didn't repeat old plays.
...He wondered if he was perhaps taking the wrong lessons about treating people as expendable from the situation.
He tapped his fingers. Naomi. He had liked her.
He spent an hour at the keys confirming where she was. The sun had set around him, at some point, leaving him in a black room with the monitor a white inferno at the center. Moved to Burbank, engaged, retired. She must be bored out of her mind in an empty room of her own making. No wonder she had died over this case too.
He hoped it was exciting first. Light had never mentioned her.
Focusing all of her faculties on her boytoy only for a killer to take him away... She must have gotten very unlucky to have not proved a bigger obstacle.
After it came clear that L was reporting his experiences accurately (or hallucinating his confidant's confirmations), Wammy sat silently for a subjectively long minute and forty-seven seconds.
"What is it like?" he asked at last. "Dying."
"I don't know, I was kind of distracted," L deflected, because this is true.
Wammy gave him a blank yet communicative look.
L bit down on his other, less raw thumb. Why hadn't Wammy come back with him, possessed of his own experience to draw on? Was there another Wammy, elsewhere, who has gone back alone?
Could it be he really didn't die? No. L was sure.
Kira had done that, but even spider-scrabbling blunted fingertips at the bottom recesses of the linty pockets of his heart, L couldn't find it in himself to feel too righteously indignant. L was the one who had wanted to win badly enough he'd anted up his allies in their game. He had been cocky. He had been too cavalier.
"Frustrating," he answered. "Like when you can't stay awake even though you're in the middle of a project."
The brain, whirling determinedly away even as it stopped receiving fresh blood, as the vision narrowed down to a thin line, a screen shutting off uncaring of whether it was the end of the program.
He researched relevant players he hadn't been aware of at this point. All were transpiring to be about where he'd have plced them.
The web of events was elaborate. But that could have been dream logic. He'd tried, but never gotten the hang of, lucid dreaming. He was not sure he would be truly convinced this was happening until he'd discovered a why.
He hovered his overful teacup not quite at his lips. Next, he could find a backdoor into the TCPD systems, but...maybe...
He wormed into Yagami Light's computer instead. After 24 hours of passive data collection this provided him with Souichirou's passwords and how Light concealed he was using them.
It was very amateur, which was the best way to hack an organization that thought it was going to be hacked by professionals. Casual exploitation of loose security.
It was child's play on top of this to get a day-old visual on Light. L looked at the security photo and felt a thrill up his spine. Ah, death really didn't change me for the better at all, he thought.
"What's next in the docket?" asked Wammy, tidying up the workstation they were slated to abandon. (L remained on his computer chair and let this happen around him.) He was content to follow L's lead, even knowing he had led them both to their deaths.
"I want to find out why I've come back in time, and how," said L. "...But I don't have any leads to speak of."
"Except young Yagami," concluded Wammy, who was not an unclever man.
"I don't want to return to the Kira case," L admitted.
"Completely understandable," said Wammy without judgment. He was not an overly moral man, either.
L fidgeted. Flopped somewhat. "The Kira case is the most interesting case on the planet right now," he said.
Wammy waited.
"But I already know how he kills," L sulked. "And dying kind of hurt."
Wammy's mouth pursed at this. But he only asked, "What are you planning, L?"
"I'm going to insert myself," announced L, rising and stepping out of his chair. "What do we have in liquid assets right now?"
"What will this be put toward?" inquired Wammy.
L rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling and thought about it, chewing his lip. "Shenanigans," he declared.
He realized he had forgotten a social step and stopped his creep for the exit. He swiveled his head around. "Though Weatherby, if you want to return to the school for a year or two, or perhaps go on vacation—"
"I'll go where you go," interrupted Wammy, chilly.
L pursed his lips, finding now he'd began it that this was not the perfunctory check-in he'd taken it for. He said, "I would prefer if you didn't die."
Wammy sighed. "A similar sentiment is why I will accompany you."
L turned back around. "I see," he said, nodding. "Emotional blackmail."
"This time I trust you to take the appropriate precautions," said Wammy.
"Ugh," said L. "You're no fun."
To enact his very ingenious and only partially driven by general doubt in reality and spite scheme, L got a job at a pastry chain in Tokyo.
After less than a single afternoon, the manager deemed L unfit to serve customers (this was correct), so he was shuffled onto glazing duty. He accepted this without complain as, due to the pop-up-cum-cart-style layout of the establishment, this still allowed him a clear view of anyone patronizing the establishment. Moreover, he did not especially want to serve customers.
He despised the thin plastic sanitation gloves, which felt like rather than protecting his hands they moved the barrier of contaminated flesh up to his wrists, oils creeping and substances splashing upwards, until he wanted to decontaminate his arms up to the elbows and down to the bone.
It's for the case, he told himself even though there was no case, not really. It was the same process of steeling himself to put discomfort aside for a greater cause.
The greater cause this time was just bullying Yagami Light.
This is a cinnamon roll of great justice, he told himself, then held it up to eye level and examined it, debating whether to eat half of it in front of his manager. For great justice.
His fingers twitched. He solved cold cases from his backlog and sent in tips about them thumb-typed on a PDA on his lunch breaks. He was so understimulated he contemplated playing some stocks, which he was trying to cut back on. He had more money than one person could ever need and than he had any inclination to redistribute responsibly, and also he acclimated to them the way some people did to pachinko.
The manager sat him down. "I have been informed I can't fire you," he said.
"Yes," said L, who had purchased the chain before applying for the job.
"But I want to," said his manager, like it was important L knew.
"That's fine," said L. He pulled an industrial tub of cold icing over, stuck one finger into it, and licked it.
The manager's mouth flexed murderously. L entertained himself briefly by imagining this scheme if Light was his manager.
When Light finally walked in, L had been shuffled back to cashier duty to get him to stop licking the donut icing, where he would remain until customer satisfaction dropped untenably low. With a pull that was gravity-inevitable, they locked eyes across the room, and a realization was clear to L at once:
He's bored again.
Without anyone challenging to oppose him, Kira was already getting bored. A smile spread like an ocean oil slick over L's face. Or perhaps like the mysterious and ever-widening sticky spot under the second stove that no one could seem to mop up.
Everything was falling in line with his loftiest expectations. Light would crawl on his knees right to L. He didn't realize it, but he was desperate.
And L would lead this insufferable man, in his supplication, right through the mystery floor goo.
L favored Light with his (he was told) very unsettling customer service smile. "Welcome to Cinnabon," he said.
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#death note#fic#w#l lawliet#cinnabon au#how do you spell..........how do you spell the baseball video game one.#quillish wammy#quillsh wammy#EACH VARIANT WORSE THAN THE LAST
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I’d have so goddamn many of Luis’ babies istg. Resident evil is just zombies with a generous ✨sprinkling✨ of bisexual propaganda
ok ur so right!!!!! but you just put baby fever luis in my brain and now ur gonna have to deal with the consequences also </3
(cws: fem!reader, baby fever luis, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, breeding kink)
Clearly Luis likes to paint himself as a ladies' man, but unlike the typical charismatic bachelor, he's definitely got one thing holding him back from that luxuriously free lifestyle: when he's with the right person he's got baby fever like you wouldn't believe, and it never really goes away.
It always starts slow with that initial conversation of "so how do you feel about kids?" and a positive answer may as well be a proposal to Luis when it comes to you. He starts making offhand comments about seeing the cutest baby in the park the other day or mentioning that the schools are enrolling for kindergarten this month, and "wouldn't it be nice if we had our own..." like the hints he was dropping before just weren't enough. Because then he's fantasizing about what your kids would look like and even busts out all that research on genetics he's done just for fun, illustrating what kind of genes your children might get from each of you and how adorable they would look with your features put together.
And obviously you get to hold it over him if he's being a menace on occasion. Luis might be bothering you about something or disappearing at random to go play hero again, and all it takes to rein him in is you wondering aloud about whether or not you could really trust him to be a good father. And he'll come racing in with reassurances that he is! He will be! Just give him a chance, mi amor, and he'll show you he can be the best father you've ever seen--if he could figure out how, he would even carry the baby for you just to save you the physical toll of childbirth and postpartum. He wants one so badly but at the same time, he understands the trials and tribulations of carrying a child to term better than most men, so it's definitely not a small ask from him and he certainly acknowledges that.
If and when it finally comes time for you to let him have a crack at knocking you up, Luis is downright methodical about it right up until you actually conceive. He keeps a calendar of your cycle and maps out your ovulation days to figure out the best time to try, starts giving you vitamins and other supplements to take to help boost your immune system ("healthy body, healthy baby, mi vida!"), and Luis even looks into different positions he can try in the bedroom to help the fertilization process. He's almost too scientific about it but it's so cute to watch him pore over those documents and baby books in his reading glasses, making notes and comparing information so he can make it as easy for you as possible throughout the process. He'll do all the work for you that he can--all your job includes is sitting around, being comfortable, and growing your baby until you're ready to pop. You don't have to work, or travel, or stress at all, all Luis wants you to do as your lover and in-home doctor (kinda) is to relax, indulge in your hobbies, and let your body direct you towards whatever it needs. You can do that for him, right, love?
That's not to say he's completely, ahem, sterile about the whole process. Luis doesn't mind being a little messy--and god knows he has no qualms about getting all sloppy and rough when it's time to actually make the baby. He's got a theory that his seed will take easier if you're completely relaxed, so he always starts out with the gentlest, most loving head he can manage between those sweet, pretty thighs. But it never ends that way because before long, Luis' mind clouds with lust as he gets that feverish taste of you on his tongue, and by then he's leaving finger-shaped bruises in your hips and moaning with his lips totally sealed around your clit, totally mindless as he makes your world spin. The scrape of his stubble against your skin and the pressure of his nose grinding into you when he has you ride his face is hypnotic, it's tantalizing, and Luis knows that well enough that he never skips out on going down on you even if he's got limited time. Fingers, tongue, or face, he's going to have you falling apart in his lap no matter what time of the month or how sensitive you might be about exposing yourself--Luis would never judge nor condemn you for anything because no matter what it is, it almost always turns him on more than you could ever realize. He likes his women real, we'll say that much.
And when he's got baby fever, he's just on you like a wildcat on a wounded gazelle, fierce and frisky and so loud and handsy you might just have to tie him up to keep him quiet. It's his time to show you how passionate he can really be and lord does he really show it; he doesn't stop even when both of you have already reached your end, he just hikes your legs up higher on his waist, adjusts the pillow propping up your hips, and groans out a string of babbled praises as he humps your poor, overstimulated body to coax out those last spurts of cum he's got left. He's gotta give it his all, no? No sense leaving such a pretty lady empty when he can fill you all up, and give you everything you need to make a baby for him. He can't really get over the fact that it's just that easy for him to be a part of something so beautiful, nor that someone as gorgeous as you would ever let some worthless fiend like him father your children--the feeling is just indescribable, but he knows that it's pure love. And he knows that he wouldn't ever want it with anyone else besides you.
Who knows, maybe once you have the baby you'll be the one begging him for another--but even with one, Luis will be cherishing that sweet little bundle of life and he'll be hardcore protective over them with every ounce of energy he's got. Well, maybe not every ounce....he's got to save enough to keep an eye out for his precious wife too, doesn't he?
#dont even look at me im already thinking abt leon joining the babymaking process--the competition-#luis sera#luis serra navarro#luis sera x reader#luis serra navarro x reader#spicy writing#re4make#resident evil#resident evil 4#ellie writes#anons
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Can you do A crackfic of Mikoto getting pushed down the stairs?
Ah yes, there's nothing more satisfying than pushing the blorbo down the stairs 😌 ASDFDSFDS thank you for the request, this has been cracking me up! Don't mind the random staircase I added to the prison -- I assume it'd be leading down to the panopticon, but it can be as tall as your heart desires <3
Mikoto was a smart man. He knew how to do the important things, like taxes and color theory and cooking eggs without setting off the smoke alarm in his apartment. But he did not know how to keep his mouth shut to prevent himself from being pushed down the stairs.
He found himself in this unfortunate position after a conversation with some of the others in the common area. He had snuck up behind Yuno for a playful scare, and was getting a dramatic speech about how vengeance would come.
“Nah,” Mikoto told her. “I don’t get surprised.”
“What do you mean you don’t get surprised?” she asked, incredulous.
“I mean I don’t get surprised.”
“Everyone gets surprised.” Fuuta said.
“Not me.”
They went quiet for a moment. Each went back to their activities.
Kazui leaned back in his chair. “Not even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
“Absolutely nothing?”
“Not one thing.”
Amane huffed. “That’s impossible. You can’t know the future.”
“Can too. At least in here, you all are pretty predictable.”
Muu eyed him. “But you would still be surprised if one of us jumped out and scared you!”
“Well, now I’ll be prepared, because you said something.”
“You would be surprised if someone pushed you down the stairs!”
“Once again, now I'll see it coming.”
Haruka clenched his fists. “Y-you would be surprised if you woke up and -- and -- and your cell was full of ice cream!” He beamed at coming up with the most surprising thing of them all.
The group stared at him.
“You know… I guess I’d be a little surprised, yeah.”
The prisoners of Milgram were dedicated, Mikoto would give them that. They never shied away from putting their theories to the test. If they wondered, “could you drastically alter your uniform without getting caught?” they’d simply grab some colorful fabric and test it! (The answer was no.) “Could you throw something harmless at Es so that it connected and got them angry?” (Yes.) “Could you trick Fuuta into eating two-week old dessert?” (Also yes.) “Could you catch Jackalope for long enough to give him scritches?” (No.) And now, “could you actually surprise Mikoto?”
Regrettably for him, the prisoners did not go with Haruka’s unique idea when carrying out their test.
Later, as Mikoto described the episode to Es, he would say how he had been perfectly aware of his surroundings when the shove from behind put him slightly off-balance. He would explain how he went stumbling down a few of the steps. He would describe how he rose, dignified, to try and spot the assailant.
In reality, he fucking rolled down those stairs.
Mikoto cried out, something high-pitched and indiscernible. He became a blur of blue and blonde highlights as he tumbled the whole length of the staircase. He flailed his arms out to try and catch himself, but only succeeded in throwing himself more off course.
When he reached the bottom, his limbs splayed out flat against the ground. He scrambled to his feet and whipped his gaze frantically around. There were only echoing giggles disappearing down the upper hallway. By the time he flung himself back up to the top (narrowly avoiding tripping and falling back,) the culprit was gone.
He was left out of breath and with his back aching like an old man’s.
That evening, all eyes were on him as he entered the common area. He surveyed the group with a harsh gaze. He met each of their eyes. None of them broke.
Mikoto let out a long sigh. He lifted a single finger. “You got me. One thing can surprise me.”
Still very hung up on the ice cream, Haruka’s face lit up. “Two!”
#milgram#mikoto kayano#this is titled 'Mikoto fucks around with the prisoners and unfortunately he Finds Out'#the culprit was never discovered...#i have no idea if it came out as funny as it was in my head but it definitely got me -- thank you adsfds 😂#im picturing full cartoon rolling and crashing in a cloud of dust at the bottom#the prisoners never wished for their phone cameras more badly than that day#drabbles#posting this to procrastinate on both work And school right now hehe
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About Fluffybird, what do you think about the ship? What is your opinion and analysis about the relationships between the two?
righto heheh let's crack into these chuddy Ds--
tldr; fluffybird is the purest ship and it would be great if it became explicitly canon
first of all, I think the creators shipped fluffybird before they saw all the fanart! Duck and Red Guy's interactions even in the webseries have sweetness, and can be perceived as a suggestion of romance. Though these interactions could be platonic as well, the possibility of romance is there, and that's all any slow-burn romantic storyline starts as. maybe one day i'll list those telling moments, but that's a lot of work. lol. Back to the creator's shipping, idk, that's just speculation, but I think they easily had a fondness for red guy and duck's brand of affection for each other.
There are random moments that are just so shippy. I think these have all been pointed out by other ppl. Duck painting Red Guy as Red Guy stands like that?
c'mon. The fact that they both want to be the dads? why put that idea in our heads? When red guy says his fav color is medium brown and duck's eyes are MEDIUM BROWN? I like to think that everything the creators have chosen to do is intentional and serves some kind of purpose other than comedic value... could be wrong there, but it's what I'd like to think. oftentimes the jokes have meaning behind them after all.
As for their dynamic, it is really interesting and nuanced! I don't rly see any hate between them, tho there ain't nothin wrong with liking the "divorced" dynamic. what I think is that they are made unaware of the feelings they have for each other. The 3 are constantly in a state of disorientation. I've seen people say that the fridge scene is one of the only times they get close to voicing their genuine thoughts and feelings without being controlled in some way, and I agree. however, when it comes down to it, duck displays great attachment to red guy, always looking at him for protection or initiative, wanting to be a family with him, etc. for red guy, well, we all saw what happened when duck died. he lost his damn mind, and he didn't expect to. it's like, as I said, he has feelings for duck that he isn't conscious of.
i have a bad silly theory that duck and red guy were in love and together before they became puppets or something lol. i dunno, it's possible for all we know.
now i want to address the arguments against having red guy and duck having a canon romantic relationship ((and it seems like very few people seem to have arguments! this fandom is fluffybird all over<3). it sucks, but i feel like most of these arguments are charged with homophobia or just romance shaming. romance is already present in the show, and it's all been cishet (superficially. B nice if chars came out as trans canonically? Lol). Yellow and Speshul One, Yellow and Clair. Regardless of context, romance is already present, and why does no one get upset about it? Because it's cishet, i'd argue. no one even notices it. now these are obviously satirical presentations which i thank god for, but it's still there.
we also already have tender moments between the three main guys. people might argue that 'why can't two guys just be friends?!?!' yeah, they can, and they are across 99% of media. is 99% of portrayals not enough? there is so little lgbtqia+ content that this argument is just ridiculous.
there's the argument that romance would 'ruin' the show somehow. sounds like an internalized problem to me tbh. adding romance wouldn't detract from the existing elements of friendship; it would embellish that, presenting a unique relationship that does not conform to the restrictive standards of society. (this would not be the case for a cishet romance, though I won't go into that.)
if people have a problem with fluffybird, I think they really gotta ask themselves why, really question where those feelings of discomfort are coming from. it's not like i'm asking for a nsfw scene. i think red guy and duck would have a romantic love language that is completely unique, like their confession to each other in the fridge scene. The way this show subverts tropes and makes things so weird, it would be so cool to see how it handles a genuine romance. I imagine it would be cuddly and lots of sweet words to each other, like what they do now but more explicit in that it is romantic love.
Anyway fluffybird is the purest ship I ever
#thanks for reading#i talk a lot#fluffybird#dhmis#i was gonna wait to post this and try and refine it or something but bleh
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prompt: "come to laugh at me in my miserable state?"
pairing: reiner braun x reader
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When you lay your eyes on Reiner Braun for the first time, he's doubled over, face in his hands and clothes disheveled. The hulking blonde sits dejectedly on the stone steps leading up to your apartment building. Underneath the overhead lamp, you watch him run a large hand through his hair and sigh deeply enough to raise and drop his broad shoulders with gusto.
Gripping the Tupperware container in your hand, you pause in the entryway, your other hand poised along the metal door handle. How awkward, running into a stranger at such a seemingly vulnerable time.
"Come to laugh at me in my miserable state?" he offers an off-center chuckle, craning his neck to peek at whoever was unfortunate enough to stumble upon the sight. But you freeze, unsure how to reply or what to do when his eyes fall over your form. "Oh, sorry. Thought you were my... somebody else. Excuse me," with a barely detectable sniff against his sleeve, the man scoots over to allow you a route down and turns back to his shoes. After a moment of contemplation, you swallow the lump in your throat and move to sit on the same step, albeit a few feet away against the opposite railing.
"Are you allergic to walnuts?"
What kind of greeting is that? You curse yourself inside for your lack of poise but relax the tiniest bit when he chuckles in response. "No, don't think so." For a moment, you catch his gaze, and you can see he had been crying. His face is a little red and puffy, his glistening eyes catch the neon lights from the bodega across the street in an almost artful way. Stomach swirling, you wordlessly crack open the plastic container in your hands and place it in the space between you both.
Homemade brownies -- sure, you could spare a few, you didn't mind. The scent alone fills you with childhood nostalgia.
The man peers into your Tupperware, back up to you, then down to the treat again, like he's debating something with himself. You hug your knees to your chest and run your hands over your legs in a self-soothing fashion, choosing to look away and watch a couple leisurely walking their dog across the street. Surely you'd also question a random person interrupting your crying session with an offer of baked goods.
He looks vaguely familiar, enough where you can place him in the building but lack the context for why. Thoughts and theories about his somber night dissipate once you notice him cradling the container in his lap.
"Did you make these?" he asks, pinching a square between his fingers.
"Yeah, it's my mom's recipe. 's the only reason I still get invited to game night."
The blonde grins as he chews, nodding his head just the tiniest bit in approval. He passes them back to you and wipes his face with his sleeve like he had done when you found him. "They're really good, thank you."
Smiling, you take one for yourself. "No problem. You looked like you needed one."
He laughs at this, sucking in a deep breath, "Yeah, I bet I did. It's been a... long night." The hint of melancholy in his voice is hard to miss, but the small smile on his lips is a welcome sight. "I'm Reiner, by the way."
You reply with your name and fiddle with the plastic in your lap. Reiner, what a strong-sounding name -- so fitting for this man. He looks like he could break you in half without breaking a sweat. Yet the way he sits, slightly hunched and folded in on himself, makes it seem like he's trying to look smaller. Maybe he feels small in this moment.
A lone car slides by you both, punctuating how desolate your particular corner of the neighborhood sits for the night. The pure blankness brings you back to wondering what brought him around in the first place.
"So... do you live around here?"
Reiner shakes his head, playing with his thumbs before him. "Nah, just visiting someone."
"Impossible," you say playfully, "only assholes live in this building."
He laughs, letting himself stretch his long legs out and relax just the slightest bit. The gesture makes you feel lighter inside. "Seems fitting for him. Not really for you, though. I don't think assholes give strangers brownies."
Nimble fingers play with your sweater cuffs. "Consider it character development." A couple of rapid-fire dings from your pocket pull you away from his hazel gaze.
Right, fuck. Your friends are probably wondering where you are. As you meekly check your phone, the blonde sniffs one final time and clears his throat.
"Well... thanks for the treat, but I should probably get going before someone else shows up with some milk." Reiner laughs quietly to himself and goes to stand, revealing his full height. He stretches his limbs as if he'd been still for a while. He then holds a hand out for you, which you take after only a moment of hesitation, pulling you up onto your feet.
"Yeah, I should get going, too. It was nice sittin' with you, Reiner."
The blonde shuffles a hand awkwardly through his hair, glancing around like he was searching for something, before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. You hadn't noticed before now how sharply he was dressed. Looks like a bad end to a nice Saturday evening.
"Listen, this is probably weird, but..." he pauses, "y'know, never mind, I'm sorry. Have a good ni--"
"Did you maybe wanna get coffee sometime?" The words blurt out of you before you can give them any thought. Your expressions match one another as you stare on in quiet surprise. "I just think, y'know, maybe you need less asshole-y friends."
Reiner blinks himself out of the small stupor, swaying front to back on the balls of his feet.
Cute.
"Um... yeah, actually, that'd be nice." he smiles, the line between his brows softening. "This is the part where I give you my number, right?"
Pulling up a fresh contact, you hand him your phone gingerly. "Only if you promise you're not an ax murderer or something." Your fingers brush against his for just a moment once he hands it back to you.
Amused, Reiner kicks a foot, feigning sheepishness. "Aw, you caught me. I was hoping to get my hands on more sweets before blowing my cover."
The air feels considerably thinner than it had when you first stumbled upon him. Tucking the plastic container under your arm, you pocket your phone and smile up at him. He returns the friendly gesture. Fleetingly, you find yourself stuck in place with him, a few feet apart, running your gaze over his kind face -- until your pocket begins to ring, making him drop his head down and chuckle. "Better get going," he takes the few steps down to the sidewalk, throwing you a grin over his shoulder, "text me when you get there safe?"
You quickly silence the insufferable chime and nod eagerly. "Yeah, I will. G'night Reiner."
With his figure strolling away, you watch his back and blonde head disappear around the corner before starting your own journey in the opposite direction.
You don't tell your friends why you were so late for game night -- but Jean does gripe and question why two corner pieces (his absolute favorite parts) were missing from your brownie pile.
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I'll be home soon
It was only supposed to be for two days, nothing major. You were supposed to go there, give a lecture, and then head back home. That's it. But now the cowering demon before you, the one who drew the unlucky straw in giving you the bad news, now feared for their life.
After telling you that the storm outside made it impossible for travel and that it may last for several days, even a week at most, they saw something dark flash in your eyes. There was no way you were staying away from home for a week because of some silly storm. Your family was waiting.
You should go, they said. It will be fun, they said. Oh, you couldn't wait to give them an ear full when you did get back. "Leave." You snapped, watching the pathetic worm scramble out the door.
Your hands twitched, and you bit your lip. This was not the time or place to let yourself go. This was not a safe place, and there was no one here to hold you or defend you at this moment. You would just have to hold yourself together till you got home.
*****Sullivan's pov******
Sullivan stared at the phone on his desk, drumming his nails against the wood. A storm. Unpredictable weather was often an unfortunate part of living in Hell. But still, the fact that this occurred while his child was away was stressful.
Were you alright? Were you warm enough? You were all alone there. What if you needed attention? You certainly weren't going to ask a random demon for some. Were you? So many questions rang throughout his mind.
But... what was he going to tell the children? Both he and you had said that you would be back on two days. Now the trip was a week, possibly more? They would get worried. They adored you.
Iruma had already been nervous enough by the fact that you would be far away. The old demon sighed in frustration. You were his pride, iruma was his joy. You wouldn't just sit there and wait. He knew this. Yet, he couldn't help but worry.
What if they get hurt? His Hellphone buzzed in his pocket. Knowing it was you, he quickly checked the message. "Papa, don't worry, I'll be home as planned." He chuckled. How in devis' name were you going to accomplish this?
You and iruma were always surprising him. He'd just have to wait and see. He should tell the children, though else they get strange ideas such as going to find you themselves.
****you again****
Well, you couldn't fly in the first place, but the storm crossed out magical creatures, flying carpets and brooms as well. Then, cross out the carriage, too. You could barely see out the window, let alone drive. You released a small tsk in irritation.
This also left out walking. There's no need to get lost trying to find your way home. Pacing the carpet, you tried to think.
Summoning circles were out. You might accidentally summon an unknown Demon, and if you asked Papa to summon a human, iruma would most likely be the only thing popping up in it since he was far closer. So think. Water travel... no no telling where you might end up.
You didn't have floo powder, so the fireplace was out... you would have to test that theory later, though. Focus! You walked up to the chalkboard about to write more ideas down when it hits you. You eyed the piece of chalk laying in your palm.
It couldn't be that simple... could it? You remember old stories telling children to not draw doors on the wall, least they invite unwanted guests. You originally thought it was a parent's way of saying stop drawing on the walls, but...maybe.
It was worth a shot. You drew a door. Waiting with baited breath. It opened a crack to reveal a pair of purple eyes. "Who you? What you want?" It sqeaked. Oh, oh how fascinating.
"I am someone child of anyone who you?" You weren't stupid. You couldn't just throw your name around. "Name trinket your name sound fake." You gasped. "How dare you! I'll have you know that the one family name goes back generations! All the way to my great great great grandfather, no one."
Trinkets eyes narrowed. "What you want with trinket child of anyone." This is where you needed to be careful. "I need safe passage to my home. My children are waiting." Crossing your arms, you waited.
"Mmmmmm, what you give trinket in return?" Good question. "Does trinket like trinkets?" You asked carefully. You spotted greed in their eyes, and you smiled. "Well, I have many shiny trinkets, and I am happy to share."
A low hum and the door opened a smidge wider. "One for every child you have." Trinket demanded. You pretended to think. "Oh, generous trinket, I have 13 children. Will you take 7 trinkets now and the rest when I am safely home with them?" It squirmed and squealed.
"Yes, yes, shinny first and after." A scrawny hand egarly reached out. "And you promise I won't be harmed?" Still reaching out the hand grasped desperately.
"Yes, yes, as long as yous follow trinket, not a scratch." Slowly, you pulled out your earrings and handed them over. "One." Carefully, you pulled out the jewled clips holding your hair in place, "three" trinkets voice pitching in excitement.
You handed it your bracelets next. "Six" lastly a necklace place into its excited hands. "Seven!" The door swung open, and it scrambled down a long corridor. "Follow, follow."
You laughed. Silly creature. You knew it was lying. It hadn't even asked where you lived. All you wanted was the door open. You stepped in and made your way down the corridor, ignoring trinkets calls and giggles.
How did you know where to go? Simple because you used your mana to create a thread. That string always leads you to babyls, so it wasn't hard to navigate.
Trinkets' voice got farther and farther away. You stopped when the string pointed up. Glancing up, you spotted a grate. Oh! Someone is going to get in trouble when you get home. Climbing out, you reinforced the grate to make sure nothing could follow you.
Camu camu was staring at you in surprise. "Camu, if I were you, I'd move shop." The little demon was quick to pack. You made your way outside of school.
The weather wasn't so bad on this side of the tunnels, but still. It took longer than expected. Walking down the familiar path to the large house where your family awaited you.
Swinging open the door, you spotted many egar faces waiting for you. "Sorry I'm late!" You called as you r swarmed up into a large demon pile. Ah, yes, you could finally relax.
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quagmire (guess i just do random episodes now)
(thoughts for mikaela)
their whole first scene really is a masterpiece.
he woke her up on a saturday morning !!! expected her to be ready in five minutes, then has the audacity to complain about queequeg. i can't with this man, he's too funny
(mulder hating queequeg is hilarious. because he's a dog person, but the kind that thinks big dogs are real dogs and small dogs are rats. and personally i think scully loves ALL dogs, especially ones others don't like or want)
them looking back at queequeg sitting so nicely in the back seat and he makes THIS face them
he's just a little baby (waiting for someone else to die so he can have his favorite meal again)
but anyway.
scully's whole speech cracks me up every time. mulder is a SUCH a pain, but she doesn't question the case until they're already driving in the car for who knows how long. she loves taking queequeg with her. she loves that pup but she also loves annoying mulder as much as she loves their verbal spars.
"it's not jurisdiction that i'm questioning mulder...what are you leaving out?"
scully KNOWS the x files now, she knows mulder's game. this is a toned down fight club scene cuz they don't flirt like that yet. and literally why is he like this!!! he can never just tell her, he wants her to interrogate him lol
i actually really love this about them. mulder did this right from the pilot, and eventually scully yelled at him for keeping things from her, hindering the investigation by keeping her in the dark. she outright asks for his trust twice (i think?). and he still doesn't fully trust her for a while, but i think scully makes her ethics very clear, and that she has more of an open mind than she seems to. she just still thinks ~science will have the answers (and like...she's not wrong. even when mulder is right, they can't prove it without her science). and the more they get to know each other (and LIKE each other & trust each other) it really does become a game. mulder can see how her mind works, and then when she finally has all the information, scully can call him crazy and all is right with the world.
(scully is the only person who can call him crazy and he genuinely loves it. because he knows — because he learned it's affectionate — it doesn't mean she thinks any of less of him, and that she'll ignore his theories. she's just gonna make him work for it because he has to, to get what he wants. and scully will still be there by his side searching for the truth with him every step of the way.)
just a note: i'm kind of surprised she lets dr. farraday talk to mulder the way he does. although i think she might have some similar feelings, she absolutely thinks the x files are worth it and they've already seen some incredible things science didn't have answers for yet. even if at first it was only about what mulder said to her in the pilot — why does the fbi label the cases "unexplained phenomena" and ignore them? she's seen enough to know the x files are important and they do actually make a difference to the people they (try to) help.
i love this little bit of insight into child dana because what a nerd!! she worships the sea her father sailed on and she believed in mythical creatures and learned about them. even some more obscure ones. and she actually loves entertaining his notions and some friendly ribbing: (i love her she looks so soft here)
AND THIS. i can't help but think about deep throat when the woman in the diner starts telling him about ufos & he buys the picture. sucker. i swear she has the same exact expression on her face: (can't find the exact moment but)
(did ansel manage to get ANY good pictures of mulder & scully? come on dude they're so photogenic and they have the perfect opportunity to take them — and in these outfits!!)
(these kids obsessed with drugs, too funny. i love that they bring them back a few times)
(it's like rush hour yet they didn't even try to actually show that lmao)
REGARDLESS OF WHAT I BELIEVE THERE'S NO EVIDENCE OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE.
mulder, my girl, you HAVE to show her the evidence. well, find the proof lol she won't believe without it and you actually need it!! he's so silly. i love his theories.
(they really don't see what pulls the sheriff into the water?? all of them standing right there, so unserious)
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MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR RACE DESCENT HAS ONLY *WORSENED* SINCE I LAST SAW YOU -- YOU HAVE REALLY LET YOURSELF GO."
🎵Your Body Betrays Your Degeneracy
"You serve the Union, don't you? Aren't they... white?"
"Kim, what do you think about this?"
"Know anything about this mug?" (Show him the mug.)
"Why are you not with the Hardie boys?"
"What are those tattoos of yours supposed to mean?"
[Conceptualiztion - Medium 10] Subscribe to his advanced race theory.
[Physical Instrument - Formidable 13] Knock him out.
[Leave].
I'm asking this question again because...
KIM KITSURAGI - "I think this racist is better than the last -- but the next racist will be the really good one."
We can pass this Conceptualization check now.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - That will be the...
"That will be our lucky racist!"
KIM KITSURAGI - "He will grant us three wishes."
MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND HAS QUICK WITS." He leans in to inspect: "A PROTRUDING OCCIPUT AND AN INDENTED ZYGOMATIC BONE..."
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant does not flinch.
MEASUREHEAD - "YOU SHOULD KEEP HIM CLOSE. THE CONGENITAL DEFECT OF FARSIGHTEDNESS DOES NOT RENDER HIM A COMPLETE INVALID. HE STILL HAS THE USE OF HIS MIND."
3. "Know anything about this mug?" (Show him the mug.)
MEASUREHEAD - He does not so much as glance at the object.
"Know anything about it?"
"This your kind of thing?"
"Put this into the trash lately?"
MEASUREHEAD - "STOP SHOWING ME YOUR PATHETIC CUP. I HAVE NO INTEREST IN IT."
DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He had nothing to do with it.
3. "Why are you not with the Hardie boys?"
MEASUREHEAD - "I AM NOT THE FIRST LINE OF DEFENCE -- I AM THE LAST." He looks toward the coast, defiantly. "IN ADDITION, THESE SO-CALLED *HARDIE BOYS* ARE AN EFFEMINATE CLIQUE OF BODYBUILDERS. THEIR COMPANY IS SPIRITUALLY DEGRADING."
DRAMA [Medium: Success] - You pick up on something artificial in his tone, like he's putting on an *act*. This is unlike him. He is usually more himself.
"But you're all part of the Union?"
"There's more to it. What have you got against them?"
MEASUREHEAD - "THE HARDIE MANLETS ARE ON THE PAY OF THE COMPANY. I ANSWER TO THE UNION ALONE -- AND I DO THIS OUT OF *RACE HEROISM*. FINANCE IS AN ALIEN CONCEPT TO THE SEMENESE."
"NOW LEAVE ME BE. I MUST LUXURIATE IN THE COMPANY OF MY WOMAN."
"There's more to it. What have you got against them?"
Let it be.
MEASUREHEAD - "FINE. THEY HAVE RECENTLY FALLEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A POSSIBLY SEXUALLY PERVERTED FEMALE VAGRANT AND A NARCOTICS PEDDLER. IT'S SHAMEFUL."
"Who do you mean?"
MEASUREHEAD - "FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF, ENDOMORPHIC BLOB."
KIM KITSURAGI - "Interesting." The lieutenant takes a quick note.
6. [Physical Instrument- Formidable 13] Knock him out.
We still only have an 8% chance at this, but it won't kill us this time. Which is technically the first time, because last time it killed us.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Formidable: Failure] - How did this happen? Your little fist is in his giant hand and he's squeezing it. It hurts...
MEASUREHEAD - "YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND, DEGENERATE DRUNK." The pressure on your hand becomes unbearable. "SAY IT: *I AM A DEGENERATE ALCOHOLIC*."
"I… am… a… a degenerate al… alcoholic."
"F... d.. .fuck you!"
"I'm a... cop."
"Help!"
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your fist cracks in his hand like a ripe apple. Pain shoots up into your brain as he's twisting it more and more:
-1 Health
MEASUREHEAD - "THE WORDS TO THE SONG HAVE CHANGED. SAY: 'I AM A VIOLENT DRUNK.'"
"I... I... I am a violent drunk..."
"No. I... won't fucking say anything."
-1 Morale
MEASUREHEAD - "GOOD." He releases your hand. "NOW LEAVE, BEFORE YOU HUMILIATE YOUR HOMO-EROTIC ORGANISATION ANY FURTHER."
7. [Leave.]
Kim wants to talk to us.
KIM KITSURAGI - "I'd appreciate it if you didn't force us into situations where I may have to shoot random civilians. Because that won't get us anywhere."
"I'm not even sure the *one bullet* my chamber holds would even prick that hulk."
"But *he's* the one trying to provoke *me*!"
"Okay, I was trying to assert my dominance over him."
"But... I was fighting *bad*, unsavoury ideologies. I'm a hero."
"How else are we gonna get through the gates?"
"Can't promise that. I might attack him again." [Leave.]
"Alright, fine. I won't do it again." [Leave.]
KIM KITSURAGI - "And you're just going to *let* him manipulate you like that?" He raises an eyebrow.
4. "How else are we gonna get through the gates?"
KIM KITSURAGI - "There must be some other way. Let's go see the yard again -- it faces the other end of the harbour. We're done with Measurehead here."
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CRACK THEORY: Security Breach takes place in the DISTANT FUTURE (like, 2100)
Tried to write this but accidentally deleted it all. Not gonna try and type it all back out but here's my random crack theory in a nutshell:
Bears are implied to be extinct in the FNAF universe by the time Security Breach takes place
We see very few actual people throughout the Pizzaplex even as far as night staff goes, for such a large environment. There's a ton of animatronics that are noticeably sentient or at least extremely intelligent without being possessed - i.e. the mapbots, S.T.A.F.F bots, etc.
The FNAF 6 location is deep underground in Security Breach which doesn't make a lot of sense
All the human characters from the first six games (1, 2, 3, 4, SL, FFPS) are either dead or have had their consciousness transferred into an animatronic or something similar. Elizabeth is in Baby, Michael is possibly the cause of the weird behavior in Glamrock Freddy, William is... William, and Henry died in a fire in FNAF 6. The only character that comes to mind that isn't accounted for is Mrs. Afton and while MatPat's theory that she's running the company definitely makes sense, we also don't have enough evidence to confirm it.
In Help Wanted, the tapes suggest that the devices and circuit boards scanned into the game are old. We can presume that this might include the "power module" from Baby in SL. That wouldn't really be that old, right?
In Help Wanted, handunit / the narrator lampshades the entire timeline by saying that FNAF 1-4 were the works of a deranged indie game developer based on lies, and suggests that those games have been out for some time, and are based on events that happened some time ago. This implies a large gap in the timeline between FNAF 1-4 (+ SL) and HW/SB.
My theory... is that Security Breach takes place a REALLY long time from now, and the reason that bears are extinct is because climate change fucking killed them. The Glamrock animatronics are more sentient that any others in the past because at this point in the timeline General AI is just a thing. This even makes sense for the Gregory robot hypothesis.
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Okay, so random monologue about Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun.
If you don't know the show it's an anime, and the mc Iruma is a very unfortunate human boy who's sold to a demon by his dumb parents. Plot twist, this turns out to be the best thing to ever happen to him as the demon he was sold to adopts him as his grandson and spoils him like crazy.
Plot synopsis out of the way, Iruma totally has some kind of binge eating disorder right? I'm not sure if I should call this a theory or a headcanon. Also, keep in mind I know little to nothing about eating disorders.
One of Iruma's little quirks is that, despite being a very tiny boi, he can eat. Like my man probably eats well over his own body weight daily. For most of his life, he was surviving on his own, completely independent. He had to scavenge for whatever food he could get his hands on. Even if it was just grass! (Can a human even survive on just wild plants?) It's clearly stated that, because of this, Iruma has a survivalist mentality when it comes to food.
Any opportunity to eat should be taken, and he needed to eat as much as possible to keep himself going.
(Like the second episode I think if we're sighting sources.)
After he's adopted Iruma is free to eat as much as he wants. After all his grandfather is probably super extra loaded. He could probably afford to fill a public swimming pool with caviar. Now, being a big eater is a common quirk among anime characters, but it's usually just used for laughs or just a character trait. In Iruma's case, this habit of his has an actual effect on him.
In the beginning, everyone is impressed by whatever hammerspace that must exist in Iruma's stomach. He's like 5'1" and considering his past life very thin, but he can eat 50 servings from the school cafeteria. However, things start to change as his first year at Bablys demon school comes to an end.
During the Harvest Festival, Iruma's survival instincts are reawakened and he falls back on old habits. He and Lied use some of the ingredients they gather early on for food because Iruma knows they'll need to pace themselves and keep their strength up. He intended to leave some to use for points but gets carried away and eats everything. Then at the beginning of the Music Festival Arc Purson rats him out for snacking in class, and during The Misfit's Wild Party, Clara comments that Iruma has gained weight.
After these events, we see three things happen.
Iruma starts to think negatively about his eating habits. After the Music Festival Ameri takes him to a fancy restaurant. After they've eaten and she leaves to talk to the staff Iruma thinks to himself that he ate too much. (He doesn't really try to change his habit though.)
Iruma has become self-conscious about his weight. When Clara comments on it he denies it and tries to escape her teasing. During his check-up with Professor Balam he gets an unhappy look on his face when he mentions Iruma's weight but relaxes and smiles when Balam says it's within the healthy range.
Clara and Azz start monitoring his eating habits and prevent him from snacking at school. Clara does give in to him at times, and Iruma hides his snacks like a chipmunk and sneaks off so he can eat without disruption. (Opera also denies Iruma dessert at dinner after he ate a ton of sweets with Batchco earlier that day. An effort was made.)
I think that it would make a lot of sense for Iruma to have some kind of eating disorder after how he grew up in the human world. It would also be another facet of all the trauma his parents caused him that Iruma will need to confront.
(Honestly, Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki were dumb. How are they still alive? Please let them show back up just so Iruma can go off on them. Better yet sick Azz and Clara on them, the whole Misfit Class, the Student Council, the teachers, Opera, the Thirteen Crowns. Everyone gets a turn! Heck let me take a crack at em!)
Okay, that's all I got uhhhhhhhhhhhh bye.
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Blue is pulling a win in the number of wips in the WIP game, thoughts and prayers 🙏, thoughts and prayers. And they're all so intriguing! I'll just pick one at random, so if you don't mind sharing a few words about "It's Nothing Much, Just Possession"?
Of course, I don't mind at all! 😄
Here's my crack AU concept:
Remember how in the first test in the Sealed God's Temple, people were unable to say to the people in the illusion how this was a test, or that this world was an illusion?
I think the only test where that rule did not apply was the Indignity Test – specifically because of my theory that it was an actual parallel world and not just an illusion (as I explained in another one of my posts).
So here's my story idea – what if due to everything being an "illusion", Cale decided to be a bit more liberal with information than usual? Or rather, he randomly tested if he could say that he was possessing Venion's lackey to Dodam (because he was scared that the dragon would blow him up, lol). Once he realizes that he can talk about it, Cale decides to just casually drop info bombs on the people.
It might not be a big divergence from canon, but basically, Cale proceeds to flip things upside down by giving Alberu exposition on everything important (like the war, the curse of the Sun God et cetera), and also straight-up tells Dodam and Choi Han that he already knows them in a different world.
...except this is Cale we're talking about, so naturally, he's TERRIBLE at explaining himself and only confuses everyone. Hilarity ensues.
Thus the resulting title: "It's nothing much, just possession", to which Choi Hand and Dodam respond: "Mister Cale... WTF".
If you're curious about anything else, just let me know!
#tcf#trash of the count's family#lcf#lout of the count’s family#cale henituse#alberu crossman#dodam miru#choi han#indignity test#my writing#tcf fanfic#au ideas#q&a#replies
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Mike’s poster and Devilman parallel
Disclaimer: this is not a theory as i am well aware there is nothing implying the topic of said work— i am well aware of the post about its printing date (1967-1972) while Devilman started in 1972 so this is just crack, my mind finding things which correlate to me lmao so don’t take this seriously!!
So, this, is Mike’s poster
We can see a wizard (probably Will) summoning some sort of dragon/human out of a cauldron. Nothing too fancy, just very gay-coded. And i got to think, that human like creature reminds me of something else.. yes! a demon! And not some random one but him:
The Devilman (Akira Fudo). What really made me think of it was not only the colors: red, green and yellow, but the fact that a Devilman is a human possessed by a demon but still remains his human heart inside, he’s in total control. Akira is possessed by Amon, a powerful entity, the most dangerous demon in hell. He is human like, strong, tall, buff and his ears looks like the wings we saw in Mike’s poster (he has wings himself if im not mixin the og work with 2018 crybaby)
So, introducing the story, which is pretty interesting
Akira reconnect with Ryo Asuka (Satan), his childhood best friend (as the story goes we learn that it’s not the entire truth so i don’t think it’s important but i find it funny iykwim) who tells him that the world is in great danger as the Underworld (demons) plan to conquer the world and swallow it all (rings a bell?), and the only way to save it is for him to become a devilman. For that, a ritual (sabbath) is necessary— just like the wizard on the poster needed an incantation to summon the demon.
Ryo (Satan) is canonically head over heels for Akira, he has for eternity, Akira is his true love; the author himself confirmed it and there’s like, the proof of it lmao, he is a canonically queer character
In Devilman Lady, Akira state to Jun Fudo that he in fact loved Ryo too.. Pretty interesting.. considering he is the embodiment of the "devil" something looked upon, feared, loathed..A bit like queer people at that time, don't you think? How they were possessed by evil and all such things, how impure it was
Akira is canonically attracted to women, and Ryo so… bisexual king ?😋
[EDIT] as i recollect memories of what i read in the past, Akira being able to remain still with his human heart is because of Ryo himself, he is his guiding light, he trusts him and loves him, he is his heart. that's where the parallel stops, because after that, they became foes even if their love remains. The only thing that broke them apart was the miscommunication between those two, which is a main problem now for Byler but it will be resolved, in this story? Not so much..
ANYWAY THE THING IS!! What’s interesting is not the story in itself of Devilman but the sub-text
The idea of Devilman was born in an era of war (Vietnam) and was a subtle critique of how vile humans can be, how loathing and fearful they can be of the unknown, of being different, all around the whole story, it shows that no matter what greater evil can swallow this world, the only thing that can destroy it is humanity itself. Because it is revealed and showed that paranoia and fear of the other, the rejection of other being different bc you think they are evil (the devilman) was the downfall of humanity, because they feared demon, they couldn’t understand that some of them were good that could help them restaure the balance, because they are intolerent, they ended up killing each other and vilifying the Devilman. It’s a story about pure madness of the pit of humanity, it’s the worst case scenario, but there is hope for us, lecteurs about how if we continue to eat each other, we will doom ourselves, so we better start understanding and love each other, Rings a bell? Devilman talks in sub text about a lot of taboos and other subjects people want to look upon, frown upon, it’s depicted in a war state in the world cause that’s all we’ll have if we continue in that plane of thinking.
[EDIT] the only true evil in this story is the lack of empathy and understanding as bigotery, kind of reminds us of the core theme of the show. Love has to prevail, Devilman is like at the antipode of ST for this, it shows us the darkest downfall of our world, where love didn’t win, but it can, it always can.
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What's your opinion on the shinichiro theory still? Honestly, I still believe it. People are saying that hemorrhagia has " left " because her theory got " disproven" but actually, her account has been like this for atleast a week before shinichiro being a time leaper was even exposed. I've spent so long trying to explain it to someone even today lmao
Hello!
First off, I had no idea there were such things circulating about hemorrhagia supposedly “leaving”. As you said, she hasn't been active since before the “Shin is a time leaper” chapter. And from what I know it is a completely unrelated thing. Don’t people realize others have lives outside of tumblr? Lmao
Although, damn, i wish she was back, i just know the hot takes would be immaculate
As for the theory itself, I don't know really. It seems less and less likely to me. More information got revealed that are kind of conflicting and the theory itself seems like a bit of a stretch now
That’s the short answer for you. But I have much more to say under the cut. Sorry anon, you have opened Pandora's box.
TW: THAT shin theory (i don’t talk about anything explicit), TR spoilers
I feel like there are a couple of things the theory was right about though. Maybe not the main points that were made, but there were several takes that showed the (not so) obvious.
that shin is going to be important some way or another
And, guess what, he totally is. Up until recently he was nothing. He meant nothing and was already dead when the story started. And yet, he was there, always lingering in the background, which was a clue that he had a much bigger role in all this mess than we had originally thought. And, safe to say, I don't think I would pick on that myself so kudos to the author.
that shin is not as good as he is painted
Maybe he is not necessarily a bad guy… but either way he didn’t have much issue with killing a random homeless person. Which is pretty fucked up if you ask me, no matter his reasoning. He didn’t even care to listen to the guy, he just bashed his skull open. It would be easy to give in to all the narration surrounding Shin and portraying him as the kindest human to ever exist. And yet, we found out that he killed a man. Sure, he was losing his mind at this point, he was in so much despair. But grieving people don’t go around killing anyone usually. So again, kudos to the author for questioning the narration and pointing out that we know nothing about that guy aside from all the praises other people were saying about him. And those may not be a reliable source of information.
that there is something icky about the way shinichiro is described vs how he really is
Again, maybe it has nothing to do with the themes that were originally stated in the theory, but hey. We clearly saw the same man that was described as being “a weak king” (if i remember correctly), that always lost and that couldn’t fight… bend a fucking metal post and crack a concrete wall. Not to mention beating the hell out of all these people in the bar. So… what was that all about. Why is he thought to be some kind of a weakling whereas he clearly knew how to fight? The story tells us one thing to then show us another. And kudos for the author again, for telling us way ahead that we shouldn’t take everything that is being said at face value. And to be honest maybe this also applies to Wakasa telling us Shinichiro’s story. Maybe. Who knows at this point.
The theory was thus brilliant at making us question things shown in the manga. And damn it was fun ever since.
And there are still gaps in canon material that the theory was filling so goddamn well. For example:
Shin and Izana relationship still seems wacky as fuck.
Their relationship is fucked up and there is something clearly missing here. Why wouldn’t he tell anyone about Izana - why would it be such a secret, why wouldn’t Shin make it possible for him to meet at least Emma, the girl he grew up with? Furthermore, Izana’s reaction to finding out Shinichiro isn’t blood related to him seems a bit over the top - because why should it matter if Shin was there for him regardless of that, he says that himself even, yet Izana is still unreasonably mad. Just like hemorrhagia stated in the theory:
“I’m sure it might feel crushing to find out you aren’t actually related to your sibling, but Izana already considered Kakucho like a brother to him. So, why is Shinichiro different? Why is Izana so upset? He asks why Shinichiro even came to him.
Shinichiro taught him everything, about bikes, about fashion, how to style his hair, how to fight, how to smile.
Why is all of that null and void now? Is it because his ‘love’ is something bad that Izana could tell himself was okay, because Shinichiro gave him a family (a family of only Shinichiro), but can’t reconcile it if they aren’t even related? Is it because that ‘love’ wasn’t coming from a brother, but just some random guy?”
Why did Izana and Mikey develop a bond so strong to the point that in the Bonten timeline Mikey is literally imitating Izana?
“He basically becomes a clone of Izana in the Bonten timeline, despite their only interactions being Izana going out of his way to completely destroy him. He had Emma murdered.”
The explanation provided by the theory’s framework fit perfectly here. It would be understandable if they bonded so much because they went through similarly traumatic shit. But if we take that out of the equation, we are left with another missing piece.
Why would Mikey develop such a strong bond with Izana over the brief interaction they had during the tenjiku fight? Sure, he thought of Izana as his brother. Yeah, he didn’t care about them not being blood related. Yeah, at this point he had lost all his siblings and was desperate to have a brother, a family of any sort.
But they don’t have any memories together. They didn’t grow close together through years like Mikey did with Emma or any of his friends. And Izana was responsible for murdering Mikey’s sister. Who he cared about. Who he wanted to protect. Izana was responsible for her death. Yet for Mikey this brief encounter they had was enough to forgive him for that. To find understanding and empathy for him. And to decide that he is - in a way - going to carry Izana’s legacy from this point on.
He only emulates people dear to him. Emma, Baji, Draken. And Izana for some reason. It just doesn’t really make sense to me the way it is portrayed as of now. I feel like there is something missing about the bond between Mikey and Izana. I wish it would be addressed in the manga eventually and we wouldn’t be left with just that. The theory explained it well in my opinion. It made Mikey’s actions more understandable for me.
“By the time the conflict with Tenjiku happens, Mikey has already seen the letters Izana wrote, and Izana always knew about Mikey. I think Mikey reaches out to Izana as a brother, not just because Emma has just died and he doesn’t want to lose more family, despite the fact that Izana had her killed, but because of their shared trauma from Shinichiro.
In another life, Taiju says that Mikey trusted Izana more than anyone, more than Draken. The question is posed, ‘Why would Mikey trust Izana so much, what happened?’ I think they shared the same secret.”
Maybe, possibly, most likely the theory is horseshit. But still there has to be something more to this bond Mikey and Izana shared. I hope there is. Because the way their relationship is portrayed as of now is not convincing enough for me. Its superficial.
We still have no idea what made Mikey hurt Haruchiyo in such horrible way
We have seen this scene from like three angles by now (at this point i just wait for Baji to be resurrected just to tell the same story once again and then die) AND WE STILL DON’T KNOW SHIT
Just that Mikey didn’t know why he did that and that he suddenly found himself already having hurt Haru. But then what provoked him? The fact that Senju told him that it was Sanzu who destroyed his toy plane? Really? I think that if there is one thing the whole fandom can agree upon (other than the Haitanis being hot) it is that it couldn’t be just about the plane. And even if it was Dark Impulsivity, whatever that may be (because we still don’t know anything about that…) it doesn’t explain shit, because even when DI is involved, there always (i think) is a reason for Mikey to act out.
It was shown to us that Mikey doesn’t care about his possessions. He busted his own scooter because he cared more about Baji (and we coincidentally are reminded of this situation in the recent chapters 272 and 273, right after we saw the plane incident yet again). I mean he could have grown up to be like that, it could be the lesson he learned from the situation with Sanzu. But still, it’s so unlikely that it would all be just about the toy fucking plane… There must be something missing here for fuck’s sake.
Why on earth shinichiro knows Inui and why does he hang out with a kid 10 or so years younger than him?
We still didn’t get an answer to that! Should I just take it as it is and convince myself it’s normal? My sister is 10 years younger than me. I can’t fathom the idea of hanging out with her friends, let alone a random child her age. But I mean maybe, maybe if I squint real hard… Inui was going through some tough shit back then. Maybe he found comfort around Shin and the first gen BD’s. Maybe Shin was taking care of him when nobody else would. But fuck, its still icky and I don’t like it at all. Found family is an awesome thing but not when one person is 12 or something, an impressionable little kid with little to no support system (apparently), and the other is an adult. There is so much room for abuse of power here and I don’t like it.
“It’s not weird to have an older mentor, but there has to be something connecting you to that person, like a sibling, or a social program, or a family connection, but there’s just nothing connecting them, and that’s weird.“
And why would Shin (supposedly) call for Mikey to get to the shop at 3 am? Still it doesn't make sense no matter how you put it lmao
Mikey changing clothes suddenly doesn't make sense as well as other weird things that are happening to his memory. Him not remembering Izana or remembering things differently to other people or bikes disappearing from his memories. There is a big emphasis on memories in this manga and how different people may remember things differently. So I can’t imagine it all being mistakes when at the same time in the same manga we have Hakkai situation. If we analyze what is happening when hakkai tells Michi his version of the story, we can actually pick up that he is lying based on the background not making sense in relation to what he is saying.
(there was this post somewhere about that but i can't find it hhhhhhhhhhhhhh if anyone got it please feel free to send me the link)
So, concluding this unnecessary rambling
The theory itself might not be true. Maybe some of the points don’t hold up anymore, given the newest information we got. Maybe the main bit about Shin being the bad guy doing that specific thing is not that plausible anymore since we got to know more about him, but there still were very good observations made that still hold true and I think the author should have been given credit for that.
It also points out several questions we still didn’t get a coherent answer for. And… to be frank, I don’t think we ever will given that we supposedly have only five chapters left. And that makes me sad. But it also will leave room for further interpretation, when the manga inevitably concludes and I don’t think it’s such a bad thing after all (although damn i'm going to be so disappointed)
I just wish we would be answered in the canon material. But, well. We will see how it goes.
Concluding the conclusion: I don’t think it's plausible anymore, but I still think there is a value in that theory.
What are your thoughts on this, anon? Hope I didn’t bore you to death ♥
#tokyo revengers discourse#tokyo revengers#the shin theory#tokyo revengers spoilers#tokyo revengers theory#i dont know how else to tag this#to people reading this:#dont be mean to me :c its just my opinion#ask
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[ with commentaries from yours truly, thanks for making this year awesome for me! ✨ ]
I posted 421 times in 2022
That's 421 more posts than 2021!
303 posts created (73%)
118 posts reblogged (27%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@zhongrin
@medeaheartly
@biuun
@monicahar
[ shout outs to my fav homies! sorry for the mention, but you made it into my year of review post, hehe. ]
I tagged 418 of my posts in 2022
#ask box! 📬 - 220 posts
#visitor: dearest rin! 💠 - 48 posts
#reblogs! 🕊️ - 45 posts
#in case you missed it! 🎐 - 36 posts
#visitor: dearest jae! 👹✨ - 31 posts
#anon visitors! 🔎 - 27 posts
#chit chat! 🍵 - 25 posts
#visitor: dearest ri! 🍃 - 24 posts
#genshin x reader - 24 posts
#visitor: dearest brainrot anon! 💭 - 23 posts
[ darn, i answered over 200+ asks?? THAT'S KINDA A LOT. niceeee, this year has been fun getting to talk to everyone! >:) ]
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#for the current banners tho: luckily i already have both ganyu and kokomi! so i'll just be saving comfortably during this second phase <3
[ ah, the twenty days during the 2nd phase of v3.0 where all i did was chill because i already have both of them <3 reminds me that i only have four males out of the fifteen five-stars in my whole roster LMAOOO ]
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
— 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄, 𝐂'𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄!
SUMMARY. some headcanons about sumeru men as your boyfriend in the modern ages. (teyvat who? we only know earth.)
CHARACTERS. tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche/wanderer.
GENRE. fluff, crack, modern au.
CW. lowercase intended, use of pet names, written before kaveh and wanderer's release, scara is referred to as kunikuzushi.
THOUGHTS. this format is a bit different than my regular ones, but i hope this is still able to tickle a little laugh out of someone <3
✰ masterlist.
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[ everyone, would you believe me if i said that i wasn't really proud of this when i wrote it?? i think it's because i'm more used to longer and more detailed hcs — but this was still fun to write and re-read tho! i stay loyal to my dramatic simp kaveh supremacy <3 ]
#4
— 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.
SUMMARY. they come home to find you asleep on the couch while waiting for their return.
CHARACTERS. ayato, diluc, childe, albedo, alhaitham.
GENRE. domestic fluff.
CW. mentions of sharing a bed (but nothing suggestive), reader gets carried bridal style (diluc), reader calls childe 'ajax'.
THOUGHTS. this mix of characters may seem random, but they just came to mind when i first thought of this concept. also, because sleepy reader supremacy !! <3
✰ masterlist.
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2,176 notes - Posted October 5, 2022
[ ngl, this is one of the works alongside 'while the rain pours' that gives me sm comfort when i wrote it. i still re-read this occasionally and i'm vv proud of how it turned out! it makes me happy to know that you guys like it too, hehe. comfort works >>> 🤞 ]
#3
— (𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓) 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.
SUMMARY. depraved of sleep, you begin to doze off and before you know it, you've fallen asleep with their shoulder as your pillow.
CHARACTERS. tighnari, alhaitham, cyno.
GENRE. sugary fluff, established relationship.
CW. reader has eyebags, alhaitham recites a physics theory (yes, it's a warning /j).
THOUGHTS. yet another attempt at writing sumeru men because... just because + to celebrate tighnari coming home to me! on the contrary, i hope you guys will win your next 50/50's <3
✰ masterlist.
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2,880 notes - Posted October 1, 2022
[ ah, yes, the cliché trope of falling asleep on top of your lover's shoulder. i was still high on my sumeru men marathon at that time, so those three guys naturally became my victims. and i honestly don't know why i put the bracketed "don't", but i thought it felt fitting because tighnari was so tsundere-ish throughout the whole thing LMAOOO ]
#2
— 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐘.
❝𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.❞
SUMMARY. refers to a behaviour or way of thought peculiar to an individual; but in this case, it's something that they do around you and only you.
CHARACTERS. tighnari, alhaitham, cyno.
GENRE. fluff, a moderate amount of crack, established relationship.
CW. mentions of cute aggression and affectionate bullying (in tighnari's part), the reader is down bad for alhaitham and he knows it, one dad joke about cryo slimes (in cyno's part).
THOUGHTS. finally managed to finish this draft while i was on my mini vacay >:) this is my first time writing sumeru men, so feel free to lmk what you think! <3
✰ masterlist.
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4,967 notes - Posted September 6, 2022
[ the cryo slime joke that cyno made was actually from his leaked voicelines but i didn't say anything abt it, hehe. + it just occurred to me that this was written before cyno's release and since then, my characterization of him has deffo changed a bit after finally meeting him in sumeru. this is making me miss my sumeru men era ngl AAAAA ]
My #1 post of 2022
★彡 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄.
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞
SUMMARY. redamancy is a love returned in full — except you express that by staring at your lover like a madman.
CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, scaramouche, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, kaeya.
GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya's part, established relationship.
CW. use of pet names.
THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos
☆ masterlist.
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12,214 notes - Posted July 17, 2022
[ here comes my magnum opus of the year or of this blog's whole lifetime, actually. i didn't expect it to blow up sm and it honestly still has me taken aback 😭 (/pos) but i'm glad so many people liked it! i'll deffo try to put out more multi charas posts with varying themes in the future <3 ]
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#thanks a lot for sticking with me this year!#giving out free cookies and hugs to you all <3#let's make more stupid memories going forward hehe >:)
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I too am stuck in the ISWM pipeline and all this theory cracking and lore digging...but I am also an idiot who has always had an interest in actual multiverse theory, and I don't know if this is just my brain being weird about that, but I've come to the conclusion that every theory everyone has come up with is entirely wrong and completely right all at the same time, and that's so cool! And knowing Mark I'm sure he knows this with him saying he doesn't care what everyone else sees and that he has his own vision of the true story, however, Mark literally created a fan's playground of potential introducing literal multiverse theory into this. Think about it.
Actor! Mark, according to Mark, IS NOT Engineer! Mark, but at the same time literally is on the sheer fact we said so and it became a fandom wide thing. Techincally, we literally created a new universe/interpretation with this idea that its Actor the whole time. This is "infinite upon infinite" as Mark has said, so technically every path in ISWM is Actor and Engineer at the same time and not and then some in regards to true multiverse. Hell if you really wanted to mess with this you could say it's Dark the whole time, just for funsies. It's the multiverse, literally anything is possible, as wrong and stupid as it could be. Let's break this down "path" wise for a better understanding (I hope).
To me and my take on ISWM, there's three canons at the same time:
Mark's true vision (the real actual story we're supposed to take from this with the true ending)
Every individual's first run (as Mark has said this is the canon events for the viewer and whatever ending you get on your first run)
The collective ideals from everyone's runs + theories combined (lens that Actor! Mark is Engineer! Mark, Whitacre is Celine, etc for the whole run while keeping in mind the fact "we" have died 1,000 of times and Mark and Captain are aware of every path at the same time)
That is Canon and what we are aware of in the multiverse. Considering anything is possible, random ideas outside of this is just fan ideas and "AU territory" is what I'd call it (like the random idea i said of Engineer! Mark being Dark, there is no evidence of this anywhere, I literally just came up with it, as this is possible in a true multiverse idea because ANYTHING is possible). However, these ideas are all technically "canon", because multiverse/anything is possible, I'm a broken record at this point but it's true. Gotta love the multiverse and how it doesn't make sense but does, and I honestly wish more people took this even farther and implied more multiverse theories to it just for fun. I saw someone saying Whitacre is an idea/different version/stand-in of Damien and honestly, good shit, I love that idea, I love all of these ideas. It's literally wacky AU territory but you get to call it multiverse canon in a weird way because this is multiverse theory. In saying this, someone should totally do a universe where Yancy is Engineer! Mark
AHHHH I LOVE MULTIVERSE THEORY SO MUCH YALL SHOULD GO WILD WITH THIS STUFF that is all
#markiplier#in space with markiplier#iswm#iswm lore#multiverse theory#iswm 2#im overthinking this all but its ok#i wanted to share
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