#i wrote tie “clip” btw

[valentivy-creates]

Would dark be into any kind of jewelry,or is he not at all like willford ?

i think so! especially if it is made of protective or power enhancing crystals i think, like obsidian, since celine was into that :) he probably just isn't into as big or flashy of jewelry as wilford is

#ivys art #ask #markiplier egos #darkiplier #markiplier #iswm #ahwm #adwm #wkm #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #a date with markiplier #who killed markiplier #damien #wkm damien #wkm celine #eye strain #? #cuz of the static and chromatic aberration #taikeero-lecoredier #i wrote tie “clip” btw #it looks like “dip” lmao #ivy answers

[c2-eh]

Charles being jealous

Hiiii anon, your wish is my command. Btw, I know this is late af, but life, midterms and now finals :)) (better late than never no? idk, hopefully) enjoy <3

The cold wind grazed Charles' cheeks, coloring them red. He snuggled deeper into his puffy red Ferrari jacket and adjusted the beanie on his head.

It was pretty cold outside, but Charles still wanted to watch Carlos do the testing and enjoy seeing F1-75 flying around the track for the last time.

Leaned against the wall of the garage, Carlos' for the day, he watched him step out of the car. Carlos doesn't know he's here, as Charles messaged him 3 days ago that he won't be coming.

It's true Charles wrote that with jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach, igniting a bigger fire within him, he desperately tried to console.

His calm Saturday evening was destroyed by no other than Lando. The fact that it was him wasn't surprising — that boy has been making Charles' life difficult for a long time (Brazil for example). What made Charles see red, was him with Carlos.

At the wedding.

Both dressed to the nines, smiling at the camera, their eyes sparkling and creasing at the sides from the wide smiles plastered on their faces.

His grip on the phone turned so strong, he had to put it down, in fear of either breaking the phone or his hand. He sulked, dragging himself across the appartement, Carlos' happy a glowing face haunting him.

When is he gonna be the source of it?

Charles knows he is able to make Carlos smile, even laugh to the point he's crying or clutching at his belly from the force of it.

But Carlos never shares it to the world. Never uses a term 'charlos', the name for them Ferrari admin invented, as often as he uses the 'carlando' one.

Carlos claims Lando and him are only friends, but Charles' brain has a problem believing it.

The thought makes Charles shiver. He wants to be more than friend and the thought of him not even crossing that line, makes him want to stomp his foot like a child and force Carlos to like him.

Which is incredibly stupid, because rational part of Charles' brain knows, they already are at the friendship point.

"Hey, Charles. What are you doing here?" Carlos' voice tears him out of his daydreaming and brings him back to his surrounding. He sounds normal to any other person, but Charles knows him well enough, to hear the real emotions behind.

"Hi. What, I can't come to see the team?" and you stays unspoken.

"I messaged you after the wedding and you said you are not coming," Carlos points out with tilted head and Charles wants to kiss him stupid.

"I changed my mind," he snaps and rolls his eyes at the mention of the wedding. He didn't mean to sound so defensive, but the damage has been done.

Carlos looks at him with narrowed eyes and nods curtly, not saying anything. Charles watches him move to take off the top of his suit and tie it around his hips.

"How was the wedding?" he says before he even registers he's speaking. His tone sour even to his own ears.

Carlos looks at him with scrutinizing gaze and slightly shakes his head after. It confuses Charles.

"Good. You would've know that, if you replied to my messages," his voice is clipped and Charles shivers, whether it's from cold or Carlos' tone, he's not sure, "or even read them for that matter."

And Charles doesn't know what to say to that. It's true he left Carlos on 'delivered', his pettiness and jealousy getting the best of him. But he can't say that.

Carlos isn't his and he's not Carlos'. It would be irrelevant and stupid to throw this on him.

But maybe, just maybe, he could confess, which would put their friendship at risk.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Carlos takes the water bottle to leave, after Charles failed to reply.

"What?"

"Forget it," Carlos waves his hand in front of his face. He leaves Charles standing in the middle of the garage with his head full of unwanted thoughts.

People pass by him and pat him on the shoulder, saying their hi's, but Charles is barely aware of his mouth moving and replying.

*

Charles knocks on Carlos' door later, 3 swift hits against the hard material. After couple seconds he hears Carlos' voice, "come in."

Ever so slowly, Charles opens the door and steps inside. Carlos' room looks tidy, unlike Charles' one. The further he goes, he can feel Carlos' typical scent fill his nostrils.

Carlos is standing at the counter, fixing himself another coffee. It's 5pm, so Charles is sure it's his second, maybe even third.

He doesn't speak, only waits for him to make a first move.

"I'm sorry," and Charles means it, he just doesn't know why he sounds like he couldn't care less.

"Sure. Is that all?" Carlos' back is facing him now, his black t-shirt streched on his wide shoulders Charles dreams of so often.

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I was an asshole and I ignored you for 3 days. I was just-" he cuts himself of

"Just? You were an asshole, Charles. It's not only about ignoring me, but your last messages were so mean like, what did I do to you?" Carlos finally turns and Charles wishes he didn't. He looks sad, as if someone told him his dog, Piñon, ran away.

"You didn't do anything. I was," he takes a deep breath. Now or never, "I was jealous."

Carlos' scrunches his eyebrows in that cute manner he always does when he has trouble understanding an interviewer or the team member talking rapidly in Italian. His big brown eyes squinted and his lips look even more pouty than usual.

Lord help me. Charles is trying so hard not to throw himself at him.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Damn Carlos, think," Charles pinches the bridge of his nose. He adores Carlos but sometimes Charles thinks Carlos is living on different planet.

"Me at wedding? What's so bad about it," Carlos wonders and Charles snaps.

"For fucks sake, no. I was jealous of Lando! He was with you at the wedding and the pictures you took with him made my blood boil and I know I have no right to say this, but I fucking wish you didn't go with him. I wish I was the one with you, because I like you."

After his outburst, Charles avoids Carlos' gaze for a moment, before he briefly glances back at him.

"I like you too, we're friends, so I still don't understand."

And Charles wants to die. He really has to spell it out for him. Gosh, why does he love such a dork. It's endearing and exhausting at the same time.

"No Carlos, I mean I like you, more than a friend. You make me feel safe. You make me laugh and feel all warm inside. Just at the sight of you, my brain goes either blank or haywire and I-," he stops and swallows down the lump growing in his throat, "I want to be your boyfriend and this is so unfair of me, just throwing it at you like that. I just... I had to."

As he finishes, he doesn't feel any lighter or whatever it is you are supposed to feel. He is still anxious, cold gripping at his heart, while he waits for Carlos to speak up.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," Carlos says and smile grows on his face and Charles feels a spark of hope, "I think I like you too."

His voice is teasing and Charles wants to smack him and kiss him at the same time. His voice trembles a little when he speaks up again, "you think so?"

"Well, considering I've been trying to flirt with you and send you signals, since I came to Ferrari, yeah. Guess I know so."

"You what?" Charles' eyebrows fly to his hairline and Carlos chuckles. He steps closer and puts his palm on his cheeks - his thumb gently stroking the mole under his eye.

"I kind of gave up after summer break. I thought you weren't interested, that's why this is kinda surprising to me. You always hept me at arms length and... yeah. I am glad I was wrong."

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to," Charles says and leans his face deeper into Carlos' big warm palm. He fingertips are calloused from all the driving. And honestly, holding a golf stick.

"Will you kiss me, please?" Charles asks and blinks up at Carlos, who only nods slightly.

The kiss is everything and nothing like he expected. Carlos' lips are plump, but chapped and he is so so gentle, as if he was scared Charles would break under his touch. Charles presses his lips harder against him and brings his hand around Carlos' neck.

They kiss for a while, just unhurried locking of the lips, when they hear someone call out to Carlos.

"We will talk more later, okay?" Carlos says and with one last peck, he goes. This time, he leaves Charles smiling to himself with a warm feeling spreading inside.

#charlos fic #prompt #i have longer and smutty jealousy fic on ao3 this is just a scrap sksksk #charles is clueless #carlos too #both are weirdos in love #eva writes #charlos

[vyglitchcraft]

Hi! I see ur requests are open, so if u feel like writing some OG roach x GN!reader HCs for what they might do together on Valentine’s Day or their anniversary to celebrate I’d eat that shit up, there fr ain’t enough roach content 🙏 please — 🍄

Aight sure

Gary "Roach" Sanderson x GN!reader

Bug's Date Night

Btw send me more Roach pics, i can't keep using the same damn pictures

Your boyfriend promised he'll be home for your anniversary and well...he came home with some led in him but honestly, what did you expect?

You're his first partner, he doesn't know shit about dating or however this is supposed to work besides some stuff he's seen from movies, he's inexperienced and confused.

You two made a deal, Roach didn't really care where the date takes place but some simple rules were set in place, inexpensive, not full, and you're the one socializing.

He honestly just planned on taking you somewhere quiet like a park to star gaze but he wanted something special and he isn't sure what places you like.

Restaurant maybe? No, too boring...movies? No, too full...museum? Well he likes it but what if you find it boring? He's overthinking everything that is until you interrupt his thinking session. Mall and buy each other gifts. The budget was anything below 100 pounds.

And that's exactly what you two did. Roach is pretty competitive so making it a game sounds fitting enough.

You two split up and in an hour, you already have your gifts

Roach bought you some hair pins, even if you're not fem, you can clip it onto your tie or book. It was shaped like those bug brooches. Gold in colour with yellow (probably fake) stones. He wanted to have something on you that reminded you of him and so, something bug related was a pretty obvious choice.

You bought him a small notebook, the paper was water resistant so he could use it even in missions. The pen that came with the book was pressurized and so, can be used everywhere. You knew that he had trouble communicating with others, mainly because not everyone could understand sign language

His reaction? Oh absolutely adorable, Roach was clapping his hands which you learned from Soap, was his "happy stim" he was smiling and running his hand through the paper, seems like the texture made him happy too.

"You did this...for me? Its amazing!" He wrote down in his new book. And you nodded

The day was ending and Roach had an idea, you two went to the park. Away from the city, quiet, private, it's what you two enjoyed. "If there was a shooting star flying across the sky right now, what would you wish for?" You asked

"That i'll always come home to see you smiling for me"

#call of duty modern warfare #gary roach sanderson #gary roach sanderson x reader #roach x reader #cod roach #roach cod

[castle-dominion]

4x3 headcase idk, I don't have time for this why am I here doing this hhh

universal studios? Weird intro, v cgi

RC: Her? Yes. You? ehh MR: eee A mister Stan Ford She's faking it, she's going to play them & then boom she's going to say "psych I got in!" ... Or not

dissintegrated? What would lanie do here? No body for her... Ryan looks fancy today Ah the wedding. Poor ryan. (called it) 6:40 were the gunshots & then 7.00 is a long time later

Wow called him detective ryan, that's fun usually we just hear ryan. Men. At least u'r 50% down... He's term limited! I like gates (here only as watching the show for the funnies tho) Like that time y'all got the body stolen

What good timing, three vans & you have the info u need on all of them; & then YOU come in saying which one it is (if you only had this info you would have had like a million vans like that in new york to think abt)

I like it when they are still wearing their clothes but not quite, like ryan took off his coat vest & tie & let out the buttons of his shirt, espt is wearing a tshirt, they all look so different with their police vests on.

Sci-fi! In murdoch mysteries they had a non-canon halloween episode where aliens were real, then later it turned out to be george's book that he wrote Master Chief? Maybe don't wipe stuff around & let ppl know ur presence Ryan's eyes are so so bright here

is it 10o'clock for everyone? they are kind of spread out

KR: think they can put me under until the wedding? RC in s3 after freezing to death with kate: Don't let anyone sell you on cryogenics

ah, 6.55. KB's right, he's dead, his brain is dead. (Actually death is a social construct. Medically you cannot pinpoint the time of death because different types of death happen at different times, they can happen at different times for different people, they can be reversed, someone can be dead in some ways & still survive for a long time in other ways, & by a long time I don't mean minutes I mean hours to years in theory but never in practice.)

at least now they know their vic. not ok to say castle I mean, as long as he has the contract... I don't think u can sue her & the nypd into oblivion as you put it but if you do can u please obliterate the rest of the police? thanks.

btw I'm sad that the transcript is not available for this. (update: no livejournal transcript by the person I had,but I found transcripts on dustjackets) explain it to gates starting from the beginning? No sir my mother was a lawyer. (& your dad right?)

At least the technicians had info on the crime scene since they were there so fast...? Poor ryan, he looks so afraid coming in & knocking

wife did it he said one lifetime wasn't enough maybe she thought one lifetime was too much-- or "so do I" so scratch that theory Ambrosia? RC & me: food of the gods pharmaceutical implants? Like that one t4t firefly fanfic I read? No, telomeres telomeres telomeres Big pharma would stop it probs... yk, all u need to do is make it to 2029 supposedly a porn mogul what???? (I like how beau randolph becomes a recurring character)

RC: Wha- I can't even get a carry permit, how did he get one? So rick HAS tried to get a carry permit. I've been saying this for a while now, I'm glad we have the facts on the show now KR: The hard way. Several guys saw their girlfriends in his videos &, beat the hell out of him. : ) RC: no longer jealous. (could clip) Yk giving a gun to someone who has been beaten up & now has enemies might not be a good idea, I feel like it's an easy way to bring up murder rates...

RC: would u get the implants? KB, lookin at her tits: I don't think I need em, huh? (meh not clipping either of these) she's so right isn't that how you'll be anyway? When did you become so judgemental about naked women? When my daughter hit college age.

The one thing internet porn taught me: you don't get rich by giving (life extending research) away Not a phrase I was expecting to hear (won't clip)

Ah human testing! Yeah reminds me of when homeless people kept getting covid vaccines, like a lot of them, so that rich ppl could get around with vaccination cards pigeons??? really??? "Yeah that's what I'm going with" he did it.

She's so hot. She didn't become an IA detective for looking pretty, she's smart & strong. The doctor dude: we only need the brain uwu KB: *this man is insane if he thinks he can revive this fellow by freezing his brain*

It's going to be frozen tho

She meant what she said! Man doesn't have a head this is so weird Maybe one of his test subjects killed him, like randolph said. Find his clinic, find his killer. So she DID get that scooter? KB: I can manage without u for a few hours RC: don't look so happy abt it

KR: Hey JE: Yo, ryan what's up man where've u been? KR, going to sit by espt's desk: College. listen to this-- KR: *stops* KR: *face falls* KR: KR: *looks down hard* KR: KR: KR: *points down with his hand all the way up at his chin* KR: What the hell is this? (dead (pigeon)dove (do not eat) is in an evidence bag on espt's desk) JE: That, my friend, is Beau Randolph's alibi KR: He really did commit murder JE: Writing him up for animal cruelty right now KR: maybe there's still time to cryonically freeze the little guy. (no. there is not.) JE: KR: : ( JE: hamilton's office? (clipping absolutely)

KR: First of all, WOW I know what we'll be doing once we're fried & don't care anymore, at least they bagged the evidence That might be more like little pharma.

I love this kid his voice cracking like that. JE: ... Excuse me? This kid is amazing I love him

Clerk: I figured he had a blow up doll collection or smth. *door opens to some horror movie type room* Clerk: I am not cleaning this up. KR: Please stay back ma'am? Clerk: Twist my arm /s JE: *holds open plastic door like a gentleman* KR: Dude there had better not be any body parts in there JE, who is a homicide detective Along With Ryan: Just [go in] At least they have guns (meh won't clip)

Lidocaine. I thought they moved from lidocaine to nocovaine... or maybe they are both used but for different purposes or it was the other way around. (reminds me of my autosurgery) Um, his human test subjects probably?? The lighting is... interesting.

Uh, homeless poor people. MR: I'd give (getting an operation in a hotel) a try. Though I'd need five stars. girl??

Carry her up to bed, first time in years <3 <3 Lol good old participation trophies girl bouncing off your head & not knowing u scored a goal is not going to make her feel better Poor alexis. I'm starting to feel glad that I was ALWAYS a failure so I don't have to deal with being a prodigy & then crashing like alexis.

I always love how castle goes to beckett with teenage girl problems

hamilton's hotel of horrors I like ryan's jacket, it has a pattern. & then he walks away the way he does. What is wrong(/neu) with him tho? does he have hip problems? why does he walk like that? I'm not complaining I just... noticed (Me: *watched 8x5 through 8x7 today* heheh physicality)

Lanie could this have been a text? Ah & they have his DNA in the system now bc of the start of the episode Or HE was doing procedures on HIMSELF. Lanie is talking y'all Stop doing that thing you do for one second! (won't clip) brain matter & they don't have the head. ugh. Could they maybe talk to hamilton's doctor?

Oh. No. Why is there fog on the floor? Ever heard of phineas gauge? Lanie's going to be fine no IT'S GONE? SERIOUSLY? FREAKING W???

Mrs Hamilton, v stressed: I DON'T UNDERSTAND, HOW COULD YOU LOSE MY HUSBAND'S HEAD? KR, as softly & respectfully as possible: That's what we're trying to figure out, mrs hamilton [...] Ham: SHFJHSD KR: *looking around trying to escape* Ham: FBSDFJ KR: *trying to be calm when this lady is all up in his face but gosh this poor man*

becks, you don't put "either" in an &/or. it is EITHER either/or, OR and/or. This was an either/or. You can only have one of them. Espt, that is one ugly shirt.

the tech is neat, apparently the tech ppl on the show make props for them that actually work & it's rly cool

Open up boyd! *glass shatters* I don't think he's opening up

He went out the window to the fire escape! Yeah, ya think??? Who wrote this episode XD He's got the head! I can see that!! ooh sexy music, & really funny vertical chase scene. Yk, one thing I learned from doing roofing, you can walk forwards down a ladder & it is much faster. (clipping) *comically drops the head* Castle *jumps from the fire escape into a dumpster to get the head* *shakes it* "I think it's ok" BRO

random cryo employee in scrubs: he's going to be fine. *shakes head* why would anyone steal a head? idk what this scene brought to the episode but I'm glad it was there

What did you miss him?

inoperable & untreatable beckett, duh! Aw, this poor man... this is honestly sad Where did u do MRIs? Why didn't Lanie see this in his med files?

Alexis? <3 big sad He framed his first manuscript rejection <3 wasn't a tolkein book or Dune published by a car company or smth? Markiplier vibes. my failures drive me. rejection CAN BE failure. You failed at getting into this college. So what? Failure is something you do, not something you are, & it is ok to fail. I'd say it's ok to fail as long as you learn from it but you don't need to learn necessarily. Sometimes you just fail. Giving up is failure to try. & giving up is ok sometimes! Sunk cost fallacy! Sometimes you just need to try something else! I gave up drawing when I was like five, I don't care. (hm, won't clip)

Girl you have a semester left of school still, try reapplying & apply to other places too. I took an extra year of high school, no biggie.

KB: is she ok? RC: were any of us at that age? My mom & me: *look at my little bro* (won't clip)

what abt that missing briefcase? 99 times out of 100 u catch someone with a guy's head, he killed the guy. Reminds me of the mask of zorro. Castle *makes a joke abt how it's lucky he died* Beckett: he would be....... I WAS RIGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE & that's why she was so reluctant to let them have the body & the cops only got it from the doctor & lawyer!!

Ah, contract termination this is kinda sad. At least she got rid of the gun. Why not the briefcase tho? it ws special? really?

in love or in-sane Yeah it's going to be the wife cyanide capsule in her teeth or smth.

Pretty pic of her with her man tho. Cyanide starves the cells of oxygen idk if future medicine is going to save you after you died like that... How long do the effects of cyanide last before you get rid of the cyanide? idk bc it usually kills u. I mean theoretically u could survive but the research paper I skimmed (but didn't read) was all hypothetical. Imagine cryonically waking up & your wife killed you. how mad would you be? u wake up & she wakes up too & she says "the only reason u'r alive is bc I killed you" how messed up would that be at least the man asked for permission this time lol

aww from "i don't believe in magic" to "anything's possible" so cute

I would like it if this cryonics place comes back in a future episode. Or someone from one of these cases. Like how sammy keyes in the last book,,, you know... (Looks like u got your wish Dom)

So yeah that was fun (But I read the transcript alongside my liveblog so I didn't note down all the places I needed to clip)

#castle 4x3 #castle 4x3 quote #castle 4x3 spoilers #the cryonics episode #still must be clipped

[after-witch]

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: You tried to run--no, fly--away. And Hawks is going to make sure you never try that again.

For request: Anonymous said:  had a thought and I’d love to hear your input! So like keigo or chisaki with like a darling with a winged quirk and then having to pluck and clip your wings so their little bird doesn’t try flying away on them. Btw can I I just say your writing is super super good and characterization is just *chefs kiss* like every piece of your writing I’m like

Word count: 1000ish

Notes: Yandere, violence

It's that time again. Which is exactly why you've placed yourself in between the couch and Keigo. A very unassuming Keigo. A Keigo who is standing, hands splayed, looking all shrugs and smiles. 

You know, and Keigo knows, that he could easily reach you. He could push the couch aside. He could leap over it, fly over it, and reach you in an instant. But that doesn't stop you from taking refuge behind it, face set in a petulant frown, wings curled protectively around you.

"Sweetie," Keigo says, and it's charming, or would be charming, if you weren't his captive. "I don't know why you're throwing a fit about this. You know what day it is. I put it on our calendar." 

He gestures vaguely towards the kitchen, where you know there's a large calendar tacked up on the wall, edged by taped-up photos of you and Keigo before everything went to shit. Before he kept you locked up, caged, figuratively--well, figuratively most of the time.

"It's your calendar, not mine." It’s a dumb comeback, and you hate how whiny it sounds the second it leaves your lips. 

He sighs. He's tired of this, and you are too. "It's our calendar. Your stuff is on there too."

He's right, but he's acting like you had willingly scrawled up hair appointments and publisher meetings, not like he carefully wrote down "bath night," "book night," and other pre-determined "nights" that were meant to make you feel like you had an actual life outside the apartment walls. Reality check: you don't.

You shake your head. "I'm not letting you do this anymore. You don't need to do this. I'm not--it's not time. It's FINE." You huff. You puff. And you lift up, just a little, your wings flapping in frustration. It's little, but it's enough for Keigo to see, and you know with that little lift that you've fucked yourself over.

He grimaces. "See? It is time. You need your clipping. Don't make me tie you down again. I don't like it." He's not lying, probably. He doesn't like the days when you remind him that you're not here willingly.

"Well I don't like it when you clip my fucking wings."

Keigo sighs and runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it in frustration. "Look," he says, and you can see his grimace is tight and strained. "I'm stressed. You're stressed. I've been busy, I know things have been weird. Let's just... not fight over this. Not tonight.” 

He takes a step towards the couch. You know better than to run, at least right now, so you just watch and wait. He slowly sits himself down, as if he might scare you off, like you were some wild untamed thing that would bolt if he moves too fast. He pats his lap, jovially. He pulls the clippers out of his jacket pocket and sets them on the couch. The sight of them makes your stomach drop.

"Just sit down right on my lap and let me take care of this the easy way. You like the easy way, right?" He grins, a little empty, a little sad. "I know I like the easy way."

You hear him, but you don't. From the moment you saw the clippers, all you can think about is... the first time. It all floods back, quick and deep and painful. You'd run away--no, you flew away. Fast, so fast, but not fast enough. He'd caught you and dragged you back and tossed you on the ground, and before you could move he was sitting on you--heavy, so heavy, your face pressed down into the hard floor--and then he began pulling out your feathers with a feverish abandon. You screamed. He screamed, too. He was too rough and you bled and you cried, and cried and cried.

The feathers grew back, slowly. Stress will slow that process down. Trauma, too. When they were long enough, he sat you down, civil and calm and so unlike the night when he'd yanked them out of you. He took your hand and told you, evenly, that you could keep your feathers as long as he clipped them. You'd spat out, without a thought: "I'm not your fucking pet parrot." The thin-line of his smile had said it all. You said no. But he was less patient, then--it was too soon after you escape. So he pinned you down again and clipped your wings, and you were struggling so it wasn't pretty and neat and painless, and that one feather never did grow in right. You plucked it yourself eventually.

And so began the schedule. He wrote it on the calendar, next to reminders for meetings and baths, like he was scheduling out your veterinary shots. "Clip (Y/N) wings." 

Sometimes you fought. Sometimes you didn't. It was every 2 months, and life was so variable that you could never predict how you (or he) would be feeling. You couldn't put up a fight every time. You reasoned that out yourself. You didn't have the physical or mental strength for it. You couldn't be horrified by your situation, by your life, all the time. If you were, you would have lost your mind by now. So sometimes, yes, you do lay down quietly in his lap and let him clip you gently and professionally; and afterwards, he coos at you and strokes your hair and gives you ice cream and popsicles, like you're 10 and you've had your tonsils out.

Which brings you to today, to right now, to the choice you have to make. Things have been tense lately, between you. You assume it stems from whatever is going on outside the apartment walls you've been kept in, but Keigo doesn't tell you exactly what's been making him on edge, and you don't ask. It would be much easier to sit down and get it over with. Maybe you could get strawberry ice cream afterwards. He would probably fall asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. 

He's half-turned now, smiling at you from his position on the couch. His smile is thin. It's tired. He has had a long, long day.

But... fuck that, you think, and fuck him.

You bolt.

His petulant cry of shock, his angry stomping after you is a small consolation for the uncomfortable experience that you know lies ahead.

But when you're a captive bird in a cage, you take every ounce of freedom you can get.

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #hawks x reader #yandere #afterwitch writes

[alyasalias]

Deathnote the Musical - Thoughts

Long time no post, I know. I just saw some clips of Japan’s Deathnote Musical and I had to say something. Note, general spoilers for the series ahead.

One thing I will say is that the musical is better than the manga in some aspects.

I love how they portrayed Misa in Japan’s musical. Her song “Borrowed Time/The Value of Life” made me see Misa in a completely different light.

I used to see her as annoying. She was smart up until she met Light and then it really looked like her character fell apart into some dumb, love-struck bimbo. Japan’s musical changed that. Her song really struck me. Misa’s greatest strength and trait is love. In the manga it felt like it was “love for Light” that defined her and I got the feeling in the musical that it was just “love”. Kudos to Fuka Yuzuki for the smashing portrayal. 

In the musical, and especially in the scene where she sang “The Value of Life” Misa’s strength of character really shone through. In the manga it felt like “Light” was all that was on her mind, in the musical number it didn’t feel like devotion to Light that kept her from talking, it was a general “I would rather die than betray the people I love and the ideals that we stand for”. Fuka Yuzuki’s Misa was a strong character that was not defined by a relationship with Light--she was a strong person that was defined by her ideals--that “the value of life is determined by how much you loved”. It’s not about who she loves, but how much she loves him. And it’s not some head-over-heels, makes-her-look-stupid kind of love in the musical either. 

Again, Fuka Yuzuki did an amazing job as Misa. Also, that song was so freakin’ catchy that I keep going back to it.

BTW, Rem’s song (immediately after “The Value of Life”) “When Love Comes/Foolish Love” was touching as well. I feel like the manga didn’t explicitly tell us that Rem loved Misa and I thought that Rem died because they influenced events enough to change the date of death of Misa and/or Light--unintentionally. In the musical it’s clearly shown (and stated) that Rem died because she loved Misa and wrote L’s name down because she wanted to protect Misa and what she believed in/loved.

Overall, the musical made me think that a large theme in Deathnote is “love”. Yes, there’s the whole “if a killer kills other killers and criminals, who is right? Is there a right in this scenario?” philosophy going on, but I feel like the musical had that as well as displaying different forms of love. Misa became a strong character by herself because of her “love” (personally, I think it was more determination--she knew what she would and would not stand for and she said “do what you want to me, tie me up, blindfold me, push me off a cliff--it won’t change anything” etc. Then there was Soichiro’s love for his son and Sayu had a little number about her admiration for her older brother. All different forms of “love”. Last, but certainly not the least of which, was Rem’s “love” for Misa. Misa’s determination and “love” won over Rem who then wanted to protect her. It wasn’t romantic love, more like the love of a mother for a daughter. 

Deathnote was a series I regretted getting into. I got into it during a dark time in my life and the dark themes didn’t help me get out of that phase. However, the musical has changed my perspective on the series and its characters.

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