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chibitantei · 5 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Shirogane Naoto ( 白鐘直斗 ).

NICKNAME: Detective Prince, Nao-chan (Teddie) immensely dislikes it but doesn't say anything, Kazuki (Naoto multiverse only).

TITLE(S): 2000 IQ Killjoy Detective (Arena).

AGE: For her canon verse, it depends where in the Persona timeline I put her, so she could be 13-22, but I mostly write her during or post P4, so 16-18, somewhere between grumpy teenager and not-quite-adult. I usually specify her age in other verses, such as the P5 AU where she's 18.

SPECIES: Human. She's a werewolf and a kitsune in some AUs, though.

SEX: Female.

NATIONALITY: Japanese.

INTERESTS: Solving crime, being a detective, building and modifying her weird gadgets, reading books that are related to mysteries and crime, origami, playing the piano, billiards, magic tricks, doing puzzles, putting together model kits.

PROFESSION: (Moderately famous high school) Private detective. One of the best ways to annoy her is to call her a cop.

BODY TYPE: She is short and skinny and underweight. You could lift her and throw her into the trash can with ease. Despite looking like a twig, she's a little more fit than you'd expect, but it's not much.

EYES: Depending on which official art you look at, it's blue, blue-gray or gray.

HAIR: Natural crayon blue. It's a little spike-y and messy in the back, and there are little tufts that stick out on the sides. It's also layered in the back. It's... not a look.

SKIN: Fair, maybe a little pale. She doesn't get enough sun.

POSTURE: Stands up straight, tends to place a hand on her hip or cross her arms. Brings a hand up to chin when she's in deep thought, sometimes paces around, taps her finger or spins a pen around. When impatient, she might tap her foot. Any time someone manages to fluster her, she tugs at her hat, pulling it down low to hide her embarrassment.

One may argue she's too stiff all the time, but Naoto pays too much attention to her posturing. She doesn't want her appearance to reflect badly on her family.

HEIGHT: 5'0" during P4, 5'3" afterwards so she's less of a tiny thing.

VOICE: Romi Park (Japanese) and way too many English voice actresses. Anyway, Anna Graves (P4 and first Arena game), Mary Elizabeth McGlynn (Anime), Valerie Arem (everything else).

Romi's Naoto, even with her deepest voice, isn't exactly the most masculine sounding, but she gets away with it due to her voicing a lot of male characters like Edward Elric and the white haired guy from Bleach.

Graves is the most iconic ENG voice, but she doesn't do a good job of selling Naoto's disguise. The laugh is good, though. McGlynn is the best one when it comes to selling the disguise but she also voices Kashiwagi, so do you really... want her to match with Kashiwagi. Do you. Arem... I did not pay attention much to but she's doing fine. I think.

Overall, I like Romi's Naoto the most and I keep her portrayal in mind, but I really do not care which voice you read my writing with.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: More like signature accessory... her blue newsboy cap. In fact, it's rare to see her without it (hence why I need to get alt FCs to pretend they are Naoto without her hat). She is also defined by her inability to not have the color blue anywhere on her person, such as her stupid coat with the popped collar. Or her blue collared shirt and yellow necktie. Generally, if a detective would wear it, she'd wear it. No skirts or dresses, unless it's a disguise for a case.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Depends on verse.

COMPANIONS: The Investigation Team are her closest friends, although she is absolutely terrible at expressing it. Would get along with SEES and the Phantom Thieves, although she doesn't fully agree with the latter's methods.

ANTAGONISTS: Most Persona antagonists, especially those pesky gods trying to end the world.

STRENGTHS: Determined, courageous, observant, intelligent (most of the time), trustworthy, independent, caring.

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, sarcastic, perfectionist, reckless, blunt, too independent, cynical, secretive, often neglects her health.

FRUITS: Apples because they are very convenient to eat, but she's not really picky.

DRINKS: Coffee (not decaf and black coffee is preferred), water, sometimes drinks tea, juice or soda. When she's older, she drinks alcoholic beverages, but it's definitely not frequent.

DRUGS: ABSOLUTELY NOT.

DRIVER’S LICENSE: Has a scooter license, plans to get a motorcycle one when she's old enough so she can ride her silly little bikes.

Tagged by: It's legally okay to steal from myself. Tagging: steal

#Headcanon: Confidential Information #long post #you can tell I put way too much thought into her #nobody else has me in a vice grip #at least not yet

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cornwalltotheball · 3 months

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Ranking the boys by who would you think would get a worse alcohol addiction if they were able to grow up enough to live through it ? I have so many theories about who would get it worse , Bruce if he ever gets famous enough as baseball player and that life drains him ? Vance due how possible it is for him to had started underage drinking ? Robin because of lack of self restrain / reckless behavior ? Finney , like father like son ?

I would love to see your opinion : )

If they had lived long enough to get to legal alcohol drinking age? Well I can certainly try. I won't rank them officially by best to worst because it's a bit weird, but I'll still give my thoughts on it! In all I have hope for them as adults but that might be the optimist in me talking.

TW Alcoholism

Griffin: He never gets to any severe alcoholism as an adult. He'll have a beer here and there, and won't turn down a fancier drink, but never has a reason to lean into it

Billy: Same with Griffin, but actually just hates the taste. My Paperboy has specific dietary tastes.

Vance: I believe you in him starting underage drinking, but not as young as he is in canon. Maybe around his later teen years. He might have drunk one beer as a kid though, but only a sip at best. Kids around drinking adults get curious. He'd get himself into trouble and gets ahold of someone's beer case. He might get a little bit of an addiction, but nothing insane. Imagine him lurking around bars often, an adult Vance could fit right in

Bruce: If he became a baseball star, I don't think he would drink unless he was socially forced to. He seems the type to be moderate about it, if not only partaking in group drinking. He wouldn't want it to affect his performance. If he did it enough that it drained him, I don't imagine his sin being alcohol

Robin: He gets it from his uncle. He can hold his beer pretty well, but I headcanon his family is prone to it so he does his best not to get too addicted

Finney: He actively avoids getting an addiction because he's seen what his dad is like with it. In the case that the canon timeline happened and he grew up, okay I would get it if he slipped down that slippery slope and started drinking heavily, but if they all had survived I have hope that Finney would stay out of it

So basically nobody gets the worst of it, but they have their reasons. If we placed them in a totally separate AU, then the ideals might change, but in a world where they're all okay and grow up into proper adults that's my two cents on it

#the black phone #vance hopper #robin arellano #finney blake #griffin stagg #billy showalter #bruce yamada #tbp vance #tbp finney #tbp griffin #tbp robin #tbp bruce #tbp billy

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 3 years

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Paint My Spirit Gold

Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow

Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2187

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]

A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence.

“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.

“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”

Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.

“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”

Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.

The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.

“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”

[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]

“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”

The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick

“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”

Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos.

“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.”

And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him.

“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”

Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment.

He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table. He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop.

'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock.

[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]

Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really.

He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in.

“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”

He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”

Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?

“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”

[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:

“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit.

Starstruck96: who?

IneffableSnek: lmao

FeralBeauYasha: lol

VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill.

FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?

IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf

FeralBeauYasha: ohh

VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom.

StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch

IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean

IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s

FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too

VampSuga: DUKECEIT” /end ID]

"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin.

"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."

Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”

Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left.

“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”

Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.

“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.

“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”

[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]

DukeceitStan

first and only dukeceit shipper ig

DukeceitStan

wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!

DukeceitStan

i want this to be canon so bad omg

DukeceitStan

i mean just look

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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.

The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left.

The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand.

The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]

“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”

“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”

“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”

“You should try harder.”

“Come to bed and maybe I will.”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”

“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”

“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID]

#dukeceit #dukeceitweek #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fic #kye writes

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omoi-no-hoka · 5 years

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Moderately Interesting Japanese Ep. 8 Hokkaido Dialect

The typical winter scenery of Hokkaido.

One of my favorite aspects of language learning is studying dialects. I am fascinated by how language branches and adapts to new environments like some form of linguistic natural selection. Japanese is rife with interesting dialects, some of which are so different from the standard that they can sound like a totally different language to the untrained ear. I thought I’d make a series of posts highlighting different dialects in Japanese. Since this sort of post will take a bit more research on my end and I plan to find native speakers of the dialect to confirm with, they won’t be very regular, but I hope that you enjoy them!

What are some of the main Japanese dialects?

Firstly, let me tell you how to say “dialect” in Japanese, because I know I’m gonna use it and I don’t want to cause any confusion.

方言 (hougen) Dialect

___弁 (__-ben) __ Dialect, so “Osaka Dialect” is “Osaka-ben.”

I daresay that just about 100% of all Japanese learners are familiar with Tokyo-ben, because it is Standard Japanese. The next most popular dialect is Kansai-ben, which is spoken in the Kansai region (Osaka, Hiroshima, etc.). The Kansai Dialect can be broken down into several smaller, regional dialects. Next would probably be Okinawa-ben.

(Caution! Some people, particularly Okinawans, consider Okinawan Japanese to be a language independent from Japanese, and they can be offended if you refer to it as a dialect. Japan’s official stance is that Okinawan is a dialect, though, so I am calling it a dialect in my posts.)

Now without further ado, let’s actually start learning about one of these dialects!

Hokkaido-ben, namara ii!

Hokkaido is the island in green. It’s the biggest prefecture in Japan by far.

I am a foreigner and Japanese is not my native language, but I have been living on the island of Hokkaido for 5 years now and am very comfortable with the Hokkaido dialect, so I chose to introduce it to you first. Also, it’s not one that gets talked about a lot, so I figured maybe there weren’t many posts about it.

Hokkaido is the northernmost island of Japan, and it wasn’t settled and officially incorporated as part of Japan until the late 1800′s. There is a group of indigenous people here called the Ainu who speak a language completely different from Japanese, but their language has not bled into Hokkaido-ben. (Many place names in Hokkaido are from Ainu, though).

Because Hokkaido was settled so late in history compared to the other islands of Japan, their dialect doesn’t differ drastically from Tokyo-ben. There are some minor intonation differences that, frankly, I don’t feel confident explaining. I have internalized the intonations through exposure, but I’ve never been taught it and don’t really know what is correct. So I’m not going to talk about tonal differences, and instead focus on the different words and a wee bit of grammar.

投げる　Nageru

Standard Japanese: 捨てる suteru

English: to dispose of (lit. “to throw/toss”)

To an English speaker, “throw away” feels just as natural as “dispose of.” But to people outside of Hokkaido, it sounds very unusual and the image it conjures is comedic, like someone is hurling trash into the garbage can like it’s the opening pitch at the World Series.

Example: そこの古い新聞を投げていいよ。 Romaji: Soko no furui shinbun wo nagete ii yo.

Standard: そこの古い新聞を捨てていいよ。 Romaji: Soko no furui shinbun wo sutete ii yo.

English: You can throw away those old newspapers there.

おっかない　Okkanai

Standard: 危ない abunai

English: dangerous, scary, a “close call”

My hostmom uses this with me, like, all the time. According to her, I’m always doing okkanai things, like walking alone at night or *gasp* going outside with wet hair. I love her so much haha.

Example: うちの子が熊のぬいぐるみだと思って遊んでいたのは本当の子グマだった。おっかなかったわ！ Romaji: Uchi no ko ga kuma no nuigurumi da to omotte asonde ita noha hontou no koguma datta. Okkanakatta wa!

Standard: うちの子が熊のぬいぐるみだと思って遊んでいたのは本当の子グマだった。危なかったわ！ Romaji: Uchi no ko ga kuma no nuigurumi da to omotte asonde ita noha hontou no koguma datta. Abunakatta wa!

English: Our kid thought he was playing with a teddy bear, but it was actually a live bear cub. What a close call!

（手袋を）履く　(Tebukuro wo) haku

Standard:（手袋を）はめる (tebukuro wo) hameru

English: to put on (gloves)

Winter in Hokkaido is long and cold. Gloves are one of the most essential articles of clothing here, and I have heard/used “haku” so much that “hameru” sounds incorrect to me. The “haku” sounds funny to other Japanese people because it is used for putting on socks, underwear, and pants, and they will imagine you putting socks or panties on your hands instead of gloves.

Example: 外は寒いから、手袋を履きなさい。 Romaji: Soto ha samui kara, tebukuro wo hakinasai.

Standard: 外は寒いから、手袋をはめなさい。 Romaji: Soto ha samui kara, tebukuro wo hamenasai.

English: It’s cold out, so put on your gloves.

めんこい　Menkoi

Standard Japanese: 可愛い kawaii

English: cute

I included this because it’s one of the famous aspects of Hokkaido-ben, but I actually don’t hear it used that much. I tend to see it on souvenir shirts for tourists more than in actual conversations.

Example: この子猫はめっちゃめんこい！ Romaji: Kono koneko ha meccha menkoi!

Standard: この子猫はめっちゃかわいい！ Romaji: Kono koneko ha meccha kawaii!

English: This kitten is super cute!

Note: Even though it is functioning as an adjective and ends with an “i,” it is not an “i” adjective. It is a “na” adjective.

あずましくない　Azumashikunai

Standard: 居心地が悪い、嫌 igokochi ga warui, iya

English: uncomfortable (surroundings), unpleasant

This is a word that many Hokkaido people use but struggle to explain. Azumashikunai describes any place that you find unpleasant or uncomfortable, maybe due to it being too crowded, or too empty, or because it’s very cramped, for example.

Example: 日曜日の札幌駅が人混みであずましくない。 Romaji. Nichiyoubi no Sapporo-eki ga hitogomi de azumashikunai.

Standard: 日曜日の札幌駅が人混みで嫌だ。 Romaji: Nichiyoubi no Sapporo-eki ga hitogomi de iya da.

English: Sapporo Station is always crowded on Sundays and I don’t like it.

いずい　Izui

Standard: none

English: different (in a bad way), off-kilter, something is “off”

Hokkaido people really struggle to explain izui because Standard Japanese doesn’t have an equivalent for it, but I think it can be likened to “off” in English. You got something in your eye but can’t find it and your eye feels funny? Your eye is izui. You have a hair in your shirt and can’t find it? That feels izui. Sometimes it can be a mysterious ache not painful enough to warrant a visit to the doctor, or sometimes it can just be a sense that something is “off.”

Example: 目にゴミが入って、いずい。 Romaji: Me ni gomi ga haitte, izui.

Standard:目にゴミが入って、痛い。 Romaji: Me ni gomi ga haitte, itai.

English: Something got in my eye and now it feels off.

汽車　Kisha

Standard: 電車 densha

English: (train, lit. “steam engine”)

The first time I came to Japan, I could just barely hold down an everyday conversation in Japanese. My hostparents (hostdad especially) both spoke very strong Hokkaido-ben, and during my first meal with them my hostdad asked if I had traveled from the airport to their city by “steam engine,” and I was just baffled. Wait, did he just say locomotive? What year is it? Are steam engines still a thing in Japan?! Then my kind hostmother explained that he meant regular, modern trains.

Example: すみません、函館ゆきの汽車はいつ出発しますか？ Romaji: Sumimasen, Hakodate-yuki no kisha ha itsu shuppatsu shimasu ka?

Standard: すみません、函館ゆきの電車はいつ出発しますか？ Romaji: Sumimsaen, Hakodate-yuki no densha ha itsu shuppatsu shimasuka?

English: Excuse me, when does the train bound for Hakodate leave the station?

しゃっこい　Shakkoi

Standard: 冷たい Tsumetai

English: Cold

Being the northernmost prefecture and next door to Russia, it’s only natural that Hokkaido-ben have its own word for “cold.”

Example: このかき氷ってめっちゃしゃっこい！ Romaji; Kono kakigoori tte meccha shakkoi!

Standard: このかき氷ってめっちゃ冷たい！ Romaji: Kono kakigoori tte meccha tsumetai!

English: This shaved ice is super cold!

とうきび　Toukibi

Standard: とうもろこし Toumorokoshi

English: corn

Hokkaido is famous for their sweet corn, and “toukibi” is a word you will hear a lot here as a result. A popular summer snack is corn on the cob with soy sauce and butter, and it’s made just like in the gif above! Japanese people tend to eat it using a toothpick, picking off kernel by kernel. So when I just rocked up, grabbed an ear and started going to town on it, they thought I was a barbarian hahaha.

Example: やっぱり、とうきびに醤油だね！ Romaji: Yappari, toukibi ni shouyu da ne!

Standard: やっぱり、とうもろこしに醤油だね！ Romaji: Yappri, toumorokoshi ni shouyu da ne!

English: Soy sauce really does go good with corn!

なまら　Namara

Standard: とても totemo、結構 kekkou

English: very, super, rather

This word is like “menkoi,” in that it is famous throughout Japan for being Hokkaido-ben, but I rarely hear it in actual conversations. I hear people use it when they are surprised by something. “Namara oishii” has a nuance of “It’s (actually) very tasty.”

Example: 曇ってるけど、今日の天気はなまらいい。 Romaji: Kumotteru kedo, kyou no tenki ha namara ii.

Standard: 曇ってるけど、今日の天気はけっこういい。 Romaji: Kumotteru kedo, kyou no tenki ha kekkou ii.

English: It’s cloudy today, but it’s still pretty good weather.

なんぼ？　Nanbo?

Standard: いくら？ Ikura?

English: How much?

My friend asked me to go get a couple drinks from the convenience store. I came back with a bottle for her and for me and she asked, “Nanbo datta?” I thought that bo was maybe a counter for things, and desperately tried to figure out what we were supposed to be counting. Then she explained that, for whatever reason, “nanbo” means “how much (does something cost)?”

Example: そのお弁当はめっちゃ美味しそう！なんぼだった？ Romaji: Sono obentou ha meccha oishisou! Nanbo datta?

Standard: そのお弁当はめっちゃ美味しそう！いくらだった？ Romaji: Sono obentou ha meccha oishisou! Ikura datta?

English: That bento looks super good! How much was it?

ボケる　Bokeru (for produce)

Standard: 腐る kusaru

English: go bad (produce)

In standard Japanese, “bokeru” means “to go senile” or “to develop dementia/Alzheimer's.” While I wouldn’t say it’s a slur bad enough that it would be bleeped out, it certainly isn’t a kind way to refer to aging.

So when my host mom told me, “I would give you some apples, but they’re all senile” I had no clue what she was going on about. But then she showed them to me, and they were all wrinkled like this:

Not exactly the most appetizing, but also not entirely rotten. I’m really not sure why Hokkaido-ben likens produce to senility, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because pretty much every single person with Alzheimer’s/dementia is wrinkled.

Example: このリンゴはボケてるから、パイでも作ろうか… Romaji: Kono ringo ha boketeru kara, pai demo tsukurou ka...

Standard: このリンゴは腐りかけてるから、パイでも作ろうか… Romaji: Kono ringo ha kusarikaketeru kara, pai demo tsukurou ka...

English: These apples are about to go bad, so I guess I’ll make a pie...

～べ　~be

Standard ～だろう、～でしょう darou, deshou

English: ..., right?

This is probably the most famous aspect of Hokkaido-ben. Japanese people get a real kick out of it when this white girl uses it haha. “~be” is a sentence-ending particle that functions about the same as “darou” or “deshou” in that it:

asserts the speaker’s confidence in the likelihood of something

asks for the listener’s confirmation

This sentence-final particle has its roots in the particle ～べし (~beshi) found in Classical Japanese, which had a similar purpose. Other forms of ~beshi survive in Modern Standard Japanese with the words べき (beki) and すべく (subeku).

Here are two examples, one for each function ~be fulfills.

Example 1: 君の飛行機はあと5分に出発するって？間に合わないべ！ Romaji: Kimi no hikouki ha ato 5 fun ni shuppatsu suru tte? Maniawanai be!

Standard: 君の飛行機はあと5分に出発するって？間に合わないでしょう！ Romaji: Kimi no hikouki ha ato 5 fun ni shuppatsu suru tte? Maniawanai deshou!

English: You said your plane takes off in 5 minutes? There’s no way you’ll make it!

Example 2: このサラダに白菜も入ってたべ？ Romaji: Kono sarada ni hakusai mo haitteta be?

Standard: このサラダに白菜も入ってたでしょう？ Romaji: Kono sarada ni hakusai mo haitteta deshou?

Standard: There was napa cabbage in this salad too, wasn’t there?

～れ　~re

Standard: ～なさい ~nasai

English: imperative command

I really don’t like giving grammar explanations because it’s been a long time since I’ve formally studied Japanese grammar and I’m scared of explaining something poorly or incorrectly. But an upper-elementary level Japanese learner should know that there are many different levels of imperatives in Japanese that vary in politeness. In order of rude to polite, we have:

Imperatives that end in an “e” sound or ろ, as in:

死ね！Shine! Die!

待て！Mate! Wait!

食べろ！Tabero! Eat!

Imperatives that end in tte, te, or de and are not followed by kudasai

死んで Shinde. Die.

待って Matte. Wait.

食べて Tabete. Tabete.

Imperatives that end in nasai. (These are most often used by parents/teachers to their children.)

死になさい Shininasai. Die.

待ちなさい Machinasai. Wait.

食べなさい Tabenasai. Eat.

Imperatives that end in tte, te, or de and have kudasai after them.

And then there’s super formal Japanese, but that’s a whole other kettle of fish.

Anyways. Back to the Hokkaido-ben. I went to a picnic here with a Japanese friend’s family, and her aunt gave me a plate of food and said, “Tabere!” I knew that this had to be an imperative, but I had never studied it before. It felt like it was the same as the rudest imperative, and I spent the whole rest of the picnic wondering what on earth I had done to have her family speak to me like that. Conventionally, they should have been using the -tte form or -nasai form with me.

After the party, I asked her, “Dude, what’s the ~re stuff for? Do they not like me?” I was close to tears I was so hurt and confused.

And that when she laughed and explained that the ~re is a facet of Hokkaido-ben, and it is the same in politeness and nuance as the ~nasai imperative used by parents and teachers to their children.

So I had spent several hours thinking that her family hated me, when really they were treating me like I was their own child!

Example: ちゃんと野菜を食べれ！ Romaji: Chanto yasai wo tabere!

Standard: ちゃんと野菜を食べなさい！ Romaji: Chanto yasai wo tabenasai!

English: Eat all of your vegetables properly.

The End!

This was a monster of a post. There are actually a few more words I wanted to introduce, but I had to cut it off at some point haha. I hope that you enjoyed this segment of Moderately Interesting Japanese. I plan to make more on the other dialects within Japanese, but they will take a considerable amount of time so they won’t be very often.

Thanks for reading!

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makaylajadewrites · 3 years

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Summary: “Promise me you’ll at least talk to him,” she said softly, and Spencer sighed softly, his eyes opening again as a fresh sheen of wetness built up in his eyes, threatening to smear the white gel liner on his bottom lash line.

“I’ll think about it,” he whispered.

Potential tws: Slight Angst

Lo and behold, Spencer had agreed to show the girls his makeup techniques, so he was going to follow through with it. He was talented with it, and if his own tutorials didn’t prove that, then maybe doing it in person would. The girls were so excited to spend a night with him, and officially declared that upcoming Friday girl’s night. He was used to spending his weekends with his fellow queens, but maybe he could take a week off to spend some quality time with friends and colleagues. They respected him all the same, and instead, viewed him in a new light as far as hidden talents went. He had a gift and they were almost disappointed that he hadn’t shared it with them in the past.

Friday came and he was growing nervous. The girls clung to him whenever they could, and while Rossi and Hotch didn’t quite understand their newfound attachment for Reid, Morgan knew exactly what was going on. He began to feel a questionable attraction for his colleague, and he had never been so confused with his sexual orientation in all his life. Reid was a man, of course… But after seeing him dressed like that, looking as beautiful as any woman he had ever seen, he realized that Spencer had a beauty even in his traditional wardrobe and style. He wasn’t a different person in Derek’s eyes, but instead a person with a whole other side of him that he hadn’t known about until last night.

Spencer was a seductive, sexy woman by night but an awkward, socially inept doctor by day. The two pieces of him contrasted so greatly, and if Derek didn’t know the truth, he would burst into laughter if someone told him that Spencer was a well known, successful drag queen by night. Hell, he was practically famous on social media, with nearly a million followers on Instagram and tens of thousands of subscribers on YouTube. He was talented, and it was somewhat sad that he felt he had to keep it hidden from his daily life.

Derek just couldn’t get him off his mind. The events of last night were forever kept on the forefront of his brain, and the way Spencer had winked at him was so uncharacteristically hot. Spencer was an awkward man who could barely even catch on to flirting, and he was usually very uncomfortable with anything sexual, but on that stage was a person that Derek didn’t quite recognize as Spencer. No, that was Bria Monique, and she was radiated sexual energy beautifully. The way those long legs seemed to go on for miles before disappearing underneath of that tight, pink mini dress, his slim, surprisingly hourglass-physique, his pretty face where a dark wig, about the same color as his natural hair, fell in spiral ringlets. Absolutely stunning.

Spencer didn’t know that Derek was feeling this way about him, because again, he was somewhat oblivious to the romantics. But that night, he was in for it, even if he didn’t know it yet.

The work day came to an end without incident of a case, thankfully, and Spencer promised to meet the girls at Garcia’s apartment at seven. It was supposed to be a sleepover, and as unsure about that as he was, he finally agreed to it. Spencer decided to show them who the real Spencer was, as feminine and girly as he was. He dressed in a pair of black leggings, a loose grey tank top, and a hot pink cardigan overtop — his typical pajamas. It was not what they expected, most likely, but it was going to be fun to actually be himself for once around his friends.

He brought along some of his outfits just for fun and several wigs in case the girls wanted to try them on or wanted him to put them on, as well as his entire makeup collection, which wasn’t small by any means. So, with a duffle bag on one shoulder, he loaded it into his car and also brought along his portable, wheeled makeup case. This was his lifeline at the clubs, because he always brought everything into those little back dressing rooms to make sure he was pristine for his performances.

As soon as he parked in one of the guest spots in Garcia’s apartment parking lot, he began to have doubts. He didn’t want his friends to look down on him or think of him in a negative light, but when he looked up from his trembling hands on the steering wheel, he was instantly relieved. Garcia led the pack, with JJ and Emily following on either side, all dressed in comfy clothing — Garcia had bunny slippers on. But they were excited to see him and he was greeted with a chorus of gasps and excited exclamations upon seeing his chosen outfit.

“You look so cute, Spence!” JJ cooed sweetly, to which he simply blushed and mumbled a shy thank you. He was given a hug by all of them, and Garcia questioned where the makeup was, looking in his car skeptically but looking somewhat disappointed when all she saw was a duffle bag in the backseat, which she assumed was just a change of clothes. Spencer simply smirked at her, handing over the duffle bag to Emily who took it curiously before he rounded his car and popped open the trunk. He lifted the heavy makeup case and set it down on the concrete, smiling at their surprised but eager expressions. And from there, they went inside and settled in for a night of fun.

Believe it or not, Spencer knew how girls’ nights worked. Hell, he practically participated in one once or twice a week, with his fellow queens at the clubs they performed in. He was surrounded by positive energy when he was there, and he only hoped it would be the same with his female colleagues. He was nervous to be in this situation, because he had never told anyone about his hidden pastime, not even his own mother, who knew just about everything there was to know about him.

But the night progressed pretty smoothly, and Spencer was actually having fun. He wasn’t a big drinker, due to his issues with his previous addiction, and when he didn’t drink, he did so in moderation. So far two hours in, he was still working on his first drink, but it had been long forgotten when he started to do the girls’ makeup. JJ was first. Youthful, pretty JJ. Even without makeup, she was stunning, and he made sure to tell her so.

“How have you and Will been?” Emily asked JJ, who had her eyes closed while Spencer swiped the stick foundation over her skin, beginning to blend as soon as he had made sure to put enough. She didn’t need much though — she had such a nice complexion that he was almost jealous.

“We’ve been good! Will is a pro at changing diapers,” JJ joked, giggles following soon after.

“What about you, Em? Having any luck in the area of romance?” Garcia asked, curling her friends

“Oh please. The last guy I talked to moved back to his hometown in L.A.,” she said with a little shake of her head. Spencer actually chuckled at that comment, and it seemed like his presence was remembered, even if his hands were currently all over JJ’s face.

“What about you, queen?” Garcia cooed, his head shooting up a bit at the nickname since it was a pretty common nickname — when he was in drag. It brought a shy smile to his face though, and he quickly shook his head. Penelope thought it was was almost amazing to know that this awkward man was a drag queen. But she could remember him so well, walking in heels better than she could ever dream of. In her opinion, he was the personified version of the word fierce.

“Oh, please… Me?” He said with a slight roll of his eyes, only to be responded with a gaggle of shocked girls. He had to know how stunning he was… Did he really not?

“Spence…” JJ said, pushing him back so they could all regard him with somewhat surprising expressions, Garcia looking downright horrified as if he had just spoken blasphemy. Spencer had been told so many times how closely he resembled a real woman in drag, but that was from his fellow queens so it was often hard to really believe them since they always worked to encourage each other. Being a drag queen could be a dangerous job, One incident alone made Spencer uncomfortable leaving the club in his drag persona: he had been hit on by a group of guys, at first innocent enough, but when they discovered that he was actually a man, they nearly beat him for it. Luckily, the club security got involved just in time, but it definitely made him realize that going out in public as his persona was unsafe.

“Come on, Reid, you have to have someone. At least a secret admirer?” Prentiss chimed in, the other two girls looking at her knowingly since it was quite obvious who she was talking about. But still, Spencer looked both innocent and oblivious to her not-so-subtle allusion. When they realized that he wasn’t kidding, just looking back and forth between them all expectantly, Emily sighed and rested her head in her hand, Garcia stared at him, and JJ just giggled.

“You… really don’t know?” Penelope nearly whispered, and Emily lifted her head up finally, not wanting to watch Garcia suffer anymore.

“Morgan,” she said, Spencer looking confused again.

“As in…”

“Derek Morgan,” JJ filled in.

“You’re kidding,” Spencer said, smiling slightly only for it to slowly drop as the others looked at him with an expression of utmost seriousness. What…

“You’re not kidding…” he mumbled then, shaking his head and distracting himself by returning to JJ’s face. She looked at him with those pretty blues, but he avoided eye contact at all costs. Of course, he found Derek drop dead gorgeous. He had the physique of a god and his sex appeal would get Spencer hot and bothered if they weren’t colleagues. Or, most importantly, if Derek wasn’t as straight as a whistle. That was probably the most important part, actually, and Spencer wasn’t prone to falling for straight guys. It would only end up hurting him in the future.

“Did you see the way he looked at you?” Emily said, JJ nodding her head immediately.

“He’s got it bad, Spence.”

“He’s straight,” Spencer said dismissively, shaking his head quickly in response while looking through his makeup case for an eyebrow pomade that would match JJ’s brows. He did, fortunately, even though he didn’t usually go blonde. A queen always had be prepared. “He saw me in drag and just got confused, that’s all. Do you know how many men have been disappointed when they talk to me and realize I’m a man?”

“But he knows that already,” Penelope tried to assure him, “He knows you’re a man, but he still seems interested in you.”

“I’ve never seen him look at someone like he does you,” Emily said. Spencer pulled back and examined JJ’s brows, eyes flicking back and forth between them until he deemed them symmetrical. He put the pomade back in his case, fishing around for his rainbow colored eyeshadow palette.

“Is that the…” Penelope started, Reid smirking and nodding.

“James Charles palette? Yes, it is,” he said, opening it up. It was a well loved palette too, even the adventurous greens and blues showing signs of usage. He swabbed a brush in the warm orange color, getting to the nitty gritty.

“Hey, don’t try and distract us,” JJ said quickly, ignoring Spencer’s hushing and complaints that he needed her to stay still.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He worked in silence for a few minutes, enough for him to finish JJ’s eyeshadow and soon her sleek cat eye too. He swiped a liquid gold glitter over her lids, looking back and nodding his head as a smile grew on his face. JJ was absolutely stunning, even without makeup, but to know that he could accentuate her magnificent features was something that made Reid proud. He finished up with a dusting of blush over her cheeks and a nude lipstick and gloss. When he deemed her finished and held her the mirror, she squealed and the other girls looked excited.

After a few more hours, the girls were all dolled up, and they asked if Spencer planned on doing his own makeup. He hadn’t planned on it… But they seemed eager to watch him, so he gave them what he wanted. He glued the ends of his brows down, the girls looking somewhat taken aback by the action. But he told them to wait and simply continued on. He sculpted his face into that of a goddess, and Penelope made sure to tell him just how pretty he was, even before he was actually finished. He kept it tame for their sake, going for a new eye look with a sharp wing, forming a pretty peach pout on his lips before glueing his favorite lashes on. He dusted a bit more highlighter over his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, looking himself in the mirror and telling them to turn around for the ultimate reveal. He slipped a wig cap on, not bothering with glueing the wig down since it would be coming off within the next hour or so — and he wasn’t going to be performing, so that was another reason.

He opened up his duffle bag, slipping out his favorite wig; it was the same one he wore for his most recent performance, the one they had seen him in already. He slipped it on, making sure it was even and tossing the curls around before letting them fall over his shoulders.

“You can look now,” he said, his meek voice not quite matching the image they were greeted with.

“Dr. Reid, you are hot,” Emily said in disbelief, the other girls agreeing immediately while Garcia reached forward to play with his dark hair.

“It’s Bria Monique, baby,” he said in a voice that spoke seduction, and he winked at her with no hesitation. Her jaw fell open, and they all erupted into a fit of laughter, Spencer included. Pretty soon, the girls were all laying down, heads pressed together as they spoke of their life aspirations, gazing up at the ceiling as if it held all of the answers. Once they reached a moment of silence though, Spencer realized that the others were probably all sleep, but he didn’t let Penelope’s sleepy request go unheard.

“Promise me you’ll at least talk to him,” she said softly, and Spencer sighed softly, his eyes opening again as a fresh sheen of wetness built up in his eyes, threatening to smear the white gel liner on his bottom lash line.

“I’ll think about it,” he whispered.

Within just a few minutes, he was carried away into the land of dreams, where he was able to rest without disturbances of reality.

<-Part 1: What it Means to be a Fish | Part 3: Irresistible->

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds writing #spencer reid #derek morgan #moreid #drag queen Spencer Reid

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 years

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Lygia Clark, "Óculos" ("Goggles"), 1968

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Joohn Choe

Did you know that half of U.S. adults can’t read a book written at the 8th-grade level?

It's a constraint on victory outcomes in counter-disinformation work; it's a problem when you declare war on things like QAnon or the Republican industrial lie complex.

It arises when you use a technique from military planners called "thinking backwards".

This doesn't mean "be old-school and nostalgic" (I mean, you'd think), it means "start from the outcome and work backwards".

Illiteracy turns out to be a problem when you consider the basic problem of active measures defense as an exercise in thinking backwards. You get new solutions and new problems; illiteracy, and being literate but not reading, or alliteracy (irritatingly not a word in spell-check), are some of those problems.

First, let's talk about the outcome.

The fundamental problem with disinformation studies is that you can't define what disinformation is unless you take a stance on what information is, and how it's used in society.

It's meaningless to point your finger and say "liar!" as we are wont to do in this field if you're not even clear on what role that should play in society, or how things are supposed to work normally. You can't diagnose a dysfunction in how society produces and consumes information if you don't even have a view on how it functions.

You need to have a defensible, testable theory of how America's information economy operates normally if you are going to put yourself forward as some authority on how it's functioning abnormally. You cannot be a counter-disinformation operator without being a philosopher, and to some extent, a systems theorist and, increasingly, I'd argue, an aestheticist (as in "studies aesthetics", not "aesthetician who does your nails").

This is incredibly basic. I still find it odd that even very professional people and companies in this field don't grapple with this issue. Even the data is meaningless, no matter how impressively objective it is, if you're lacking that kind of context; you end up having anomalies with no baseline, like an endless stream of singleton events.

That's no way to run a railroad, like the old saying goes.

So, back when I had a startup, with advisors, I talked to one of them who actually taught a class at Berkeley on startups about this crazy recording of a Federal crime I'd gotten in Alabama, and I asked for advice for what to do about it in terms of the fight against disinformation.

The answer he gave ended up being a lead-in to thinking about this in a systems-oriented, long-terms sustainable kind of way. I still come back to it as a recurrent point in shaping outcome scenarios.

He suggested, first off, in this sort of infuriatingly wise way that he has (he's an old Asian dude, so) that you have to ask, first: is zero percent really possible?

What kind of victory state are you after, if this is actually a lie that involves disinformation on the scale that you observe it?

He argued that you have to fit disinformation into a place with other aspects of how we talk to each other. On his account, there was potentially value in giving people the ability to create and pass on value in determining what was disinformation and what wasn't, and it verged into a discussion of a crypto-currency based anti-disinformation app that I ended up not really wanting to do.

Credit where credit is due, though: his argument about the achievability of zero percent disinformation made a lot of sense.

The outcome state we're after can't be "zero active measures" and "zero disinformation". Not only is that unrealistic, if you even did manage to achieve that, you'd have North Korea. They have no problem with differing versions of state truth and reality, because everything is state truth that excludes reality.

Diversity in viewpoints is one of our strengths as a country, too; reducing everything down to one version of truth, even as generous as the boundaries might be on that, would inevitably end up flattening society. Like, no one wants "information socialism", that just... sounds bad.

You could argue that disinformation is a flipside of a coin, actually. Disinformation is in a state of mutual entailment with socially accepted official truth; there can't be one without the other, in one way of looking at it. And that's what I think my advisor was getting at.

It's like that old cliché about "tHe sIgN fOr cRiSiS aNd ChAngE ArE tEh sAmE iN cHiNeSe" which is like, you understand, up there with Sun Tzu quotes and "your people are so hard-working!" as far as Things I Ain't 'Bout As An Asian Person, You Feel Me Though (the game show!).

And don't even get me started on people ripping off strategy ideas from theorists of Chinese stick-poking and rock-throwing warfare.

In a normal time, you could say that there's a balance between disinformation and truth, and truth is usually the winning side on that, because normally, the President and the ruling party aren't active sources of disinformation with the veneer of authority on it.

We're getting out of a period of time in which that balance was badly, badly disrupted on the side of disinformation. The kind of abnormalities we see as a society - from the Capitol insurrection to how weird people around us are, compared to what they were like in 2015 - those can all be seen as stemming from that state of imbalance.

The outcome, the advisor argued, was fundamentally about balance. Not about destroying disinformation, or striking it until it wasn't a problem; the paradigm was rebalancing, he argued.

Winning isn't reducing disinformation to zero. It's achieving a new balance between disinformation and truth where the boundary favors truth more.

Almost every victory state for "The War On Disinformation" boils down to that, actually.

If you see it as rebalancing, then new ways of achieving achieving victory by restoring balance open up.

For starters, you could add to the flow of information coming out; you could even make oppositional truth part of it. That's really what "fact-checking" is on social media - Politifact and LeadStories aren't "fact-checkers", because fact-checkers are people at media institutions who run quality control on news, and they are not that. They pick and choose what stories to oppose, at times seemingly arbitrarily, at times politically, and calling them "fact-checkers" hides the essentially subjective nature of that practice.

You could create personal truth, give people new ways to be, new role models to emulate and new social roles to fulfill - "offensive fact-checker", "Nazi-hunter", "deplatformer", and the like. And you could even amplify it and try to drown out the misleadingly framed truth, and the outright mistruths, coming out of the disinformation industry.

You could mobilize the truth to create political crises, and work to reset the boundary on allowable lies. This is the core methodology of an activist, it's creating strategic dilemmas for institutions based on public perception and the pressure to do the right thing.

Outcome-focused political activism, where you're trying to get a specific candidate elected or voted out of office, is one way of specifically mobilizing the truth, instead of just sitting on ass and feeling good about having it (this is common, I'd argue). We can not only reduce disinformation better - interdict it better, ban it better, find it better, track it better - we can also get better at producing alternative presentations and modes of appeal for truth.

The problem with all these solution scenarios, though, and the area that I see where we could really stand to improve, and maybe even something that I'd work on for a minute, is our culture.

I'd argue we just don't have the kind of intellectual culture that supports a lot of these solutions. We can't, not with fundamental adult literacy the way it is; not with the state of the public intellectual the way it is.

There was a point around 2015 when people were declaring a crisis of the French public intellectual tradition; since Henri-Levy, basically, Pierre Bourdieu if you count him, there just haven't been globally notable, famous French philosophers like there used to be. That traces to any number of factors with them, but a lot of them are factors we share, like the ever-wider spread of spectacular culture and its increasing efficacy at exploiting us, drawing us into addiction loops, even, with social media and "binge-watching" TV shows.

I'd argue that the best counter-disinformational solutions we have right now come down to art and aesthetics, actually, because we are so bad as a culture at reading.

Militarized truth, and grassroots truth, and offensive truth, are forms of rebalancing between disinformation and truth, yes, but it's a reactionary, almost frantic kind of truth. The jobs that it gives people, the roles that it puts people into - content moderator, offensive fact-checker - eat people up in the long run because they're in a race against disinformation, and disinformation keeps winning.

And it ends up repeating the basic problem of piling truth upon truth without mobilizing it, positioning it in a way to get through to people.

If it takes a pretty image and a witty notion to introject a critical idea into someone's head; if it takes a song and a dance, even, to get someone to have a bullshit filter... I say, do it.

Call it less "Art of War', more "War of Art".

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Lygia Clark, "Óculos" ("Goggles"), 1968

https://www.politico.eu/.../decline-of-french.../

https://www.wyliecomm.com/.../whats-the-latest-u-s.../

#Lygia Clark #Oculos #1960s #quotes #articles #propaganda #disinformation #counter-disinformaltional #Joohn Choe

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chaniters · 5 years

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Only Human

___________________________ Starting a new series with @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormac!

Pre-Heartbreak, going to be focused on Ortega, Anathema and Steel along with some new heroes and Villains.

The plot will deal with some events mentioned but not fully explored in the game.

Hope you enjoy!

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“CHARGE!” you cry with a sense of urgency.

“I KNOW!” he yells back at you.

Charge’s standing in the middle of the road trying to stop some car that could help, but there’s not a single one passing by. You keep your hands pressed over the man’s chest wound, where the bullet went in. Your gloves are completely smeared in blood by now.

“CHARGE, HE’S DYING!” you call again.

You feel your own chest burning like fire where you got hit. Unlike you, however, the man you’re trying to keep alive didn’t have a bulletproof suit.

He suddenly approaches the car parked next to him and…

-CRASH!- goes the window. The alarm starts, but he takes to the driver seat and does something, jumpstarting the engine. He hurries back to you.

“Let’s put him in the back seat”

You nod and help him, still pressing on the wound. Perfect coordination by now. It’s like you had done this all your lives.

You stay at the back while he drives. Both hands on the wound. Rain starts falling, covering the windows, but you only have eyes for the outpour that you can actually do something about.

__________20 minutes later__________

Los Diablos Earthquake Memorial hospital.

You phase up and down the stairs, your brain still speeding at a hundred miles per hour analyzing how this mess started.

You just happened to catch out some loose thoughts from a source that tipped you about the people behind the abductions going to strike tonight. This gang didn’t seem too dangerous, so you simply called the Marshal, the two of you should have been more than enough after all. Abductions and kidnapings of boosted individuals are not as uncommon as the media would have everyone believe.

His powers weren’t even that interesting… super-enhanced visual spectrum. He used it to become a painter, and he wasn’t famous. Just a curiosity among local art collectors.

How could you have known they were going to go after an artist? Why? Two supervillains on him were more than overkill. And now he might die, because of what you didn’t know.

The Void escaped again, and to make matters worse, he teamed up with Psycopathor and his Vulcan Cannon. They had told you he liked oversized guns, but that thing was terrifying to see, especially used inside a city. It’s a miracle no one else got hurt.

You weren’t ready for a half-hour duel at an art gallery with two heavyweights. But somehow, you pulled it off made Psycopathor fumble with a suggestion, and he got his own hand caught in the rotating gun while Ortega fell on The Void from above. That drove them out, but Void tried to shoot the hostage, to delay you from following. Just like last time with the bombs… Always an escape plan, that bastard.

You still feel the sharp turns Ortega took driving here, while he passed every single red light, and you kept trying to make other drivers move away with your mind…

You helped to get him on a stretcher and Ortega got him inside with the paramedics, but that was as far as you dared go. You stayed outside, it’s a hospital after all and you don’t enter hospitals. Besides, in this mindstate, there’s no guarantee your powers are not going to go off.

Your hand goes to your pocket, looking for anything to help your nerves. But there’s nothing. No candy, no chocolate, not a single popsicle.

“Shit,” you say holding your head.

Hyperventilating… deep breaths…

Inhale...

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be the reliable one in getting intel. This mess is all your fault… you should have investigated further.

You take off half of your mask, uncover your mouth and nose close your eyes…

Exhale…

The hand on your back makes you jerk violently back into reality, striking blindly at whomever…

“Woah... relax! It’s just me!” He’s holding your fist in his palm. Marshall Charge. Not an enemy…

It takes a full two more seconds before you manage to order yourself to put the hand down. You didn’t even notice the static he emits this time.

“Well you’re a mess…” he states simply, with a half-smile.

You scoff and lean on the hospital’s old brick wall. If he wants you to say you’re sorry, he’ll have to wait a long time.

“Got you something” he adds, leaning by your side. A little too close, like he always does. Just enough to make you uncomfortable but not enough that you’d actually move away. He has mastered the thin line of awkwardness.

“And what’s that?” you ask besides yourself, still thinking on the wounded boost, probably in surgery now… probably dying.

“Here,” he says offering a candy-bar.

You see it, then look away, trying to force yourself not to take it… Don’t take candy from strangers. Isn’t that a thing?

But you hand moves on its own, your brain eschewing all logic in favor of sugar. Ortega would make a star pupil of Pavlov. It’s just not fair… he knows you can’t just say no to anything with enough glucose in it.

And thus the deal is sealed, you’ve taken his offering and are thus forced to let out a low-key embarrassed “Thanks”. He simply smiles, counting this as yet another victory against whatever he thinks he’s fighting against whenever he’s around you.

“That was a terrific job” He adds while you feel the wonderful crunchiness of chocolate and peanut in your mouth.

“What?” you say staring at him with your mouth full.

“The way you handled that situation… It was fucked up from the star, and we still managed to hold our own against those freaks. And you rescued the hostage… I couldn’t have done that better. Hell, I don’t think Captain Glory could have done that better”

“Charge” you’ve forgone the use of the Marshal title a few weeks ago, You’re constantly working together these days and it’s just tiring “It definitely wasn’t a terrific job. I failed. I didn’t get enough intel, we went in blind, and the hostage got shot!” you add pointing out the obvious.

“Well he would be kidnapped and disappeared by now like the others, I mean, if we hadn’t been there, to save him”

“Well he’s not saved yet, is he?” you argue.

“Doctors says no vitals got hit. Just moderate blood loss thanks to you… They say surgery has very good chances with a transfusion. They were stopping the bleeding when I left”

“Captain Glory would have stopped the bullet”

“Well, we’re not really bulletproof like Captain Glory, are we? … and you still took two bullets for him. Did I mention how insane you are?” he says poking lightly at your chest, where the dents on your suit are clearly visible. The mere contact makes you wince and you slap his hand away. The suit stopped the bullets, but the bruises are there to stay. “That was dangerous. You can’t count on these to always work. Especially not if it’s The Void.”

“He used his handgun… and I’m going to blame you if it fails, you’re the one who gave it to me. Besides, what’s the point of bulletproof armor if you’re not going to use it?”

“Ever heard the concept of having a safety net?”

“I was that guy’s safety net. And I couldn’t stop the third bullet.”

He frowns “That one could have killed you”

You look to the side, avoiding his gaze. “You don’t get it”

“What is it that I don’t get?”

“I need to do better… I can’t screw up like this… you did your job keeping them busy, but I didn’t manage clean intel, and then I failed to get a clean escape. I failed! I was in Void’s mind and I couldn’t tell he was going to shoot the hostage!”

“You can’t control every detail! The guy’s going to be alright and thanking you. What more do you want? Sometimes shit happens!”

“Maybe shit happens on your watch, but that’s not how I do things! I can’t let myself screw up!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he asks exasperated. “I’m just telling you, YOU DID A GOOD JOB!”

“I didn’t. Just… Just shut up… you’re not the one who fucked this up after all.”

“I screwed up a lot! You think It always works alright for me?!”

“You don’t know what it’s like! I have to be perfect! I have to make up for...”

“Make up for what?!!” he interrupts. “For acting like a fucking hero? Taking bullets for someone you don’t even know?!”

Walking on thin ice. You can’t really answer that. And you’re too angry to answer anyways. Mostly with yourself. You raise your fists, almost ready to punch his infuriating face, but you know he’s not the one responsible. You just turn around. Turn and walk away. Channeling rage his way is wrong and you know it.

Your steps become faster, and faster, the stroll becomes a jog, and then you’re running… Running away from him, back to your base.

“You’re running again… Just what are you running from?” You hear his voice behind you, further and further away.

You’ve got no clear answer to that question.

Him? Your makers? Yourself? The truth?

Maybe all of the above.

It’s not something you ask yourself very often.

No one ever taught you how to stop running. No one taught you how to deal with failure either.

They only demanded perfection in everything you did, and your standards haven’t lowered since.

Being perfect is your only chance. The only way in which you can make up for not being one of them. The only way you could hope they might decide to forgive you, once they figure it all out.

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On The Fantasies of Moonlight (1/3)

Summary: Aoko deserves someone who won’t lie to her, who won’t be selfish with her. And Kaito...? Kaito is selfish.

Notes: To the anon who asked for the KaiAo vers. to Nature of Daylight. Here’s part one.

“I welcome you home bearing gifts,” Kaito says, the moment he hears the door open. It’s a small scratching sound, and he turns, glances out to the walkway until Aoko appears. She’s wearing her work uniform, having come straight from the station, and her expression upon seeing him, is disgruntled.

Kaito isn’t much of a fan of the police – especially disgruntled police – but he is a fan of Aoko, and the fan of the way her uniform compliments her figure, so he assumes that it’s alright to like one police officer at least.

His amusement at her confusion is warranted. Maybe.

“How come,” Aoko says, by way of bewildered greeting, “you constantly break into my apartment, even though you know I have the capability to arrest you?”

It’s a good question. Most sane people wouldn’t even dare, not even if they are best friends with the officer in general, but Kaito isn’t most people. He’s also, a little insane, but that’s a thought for another day.

Plus, he knows that Aoko isn’t actually as bothered by the break in as it might sound to someone else. She’s not weary – heck, it’s likely that she thinks Kaito has just scoured the outside of the apartment, looking for the spare key to let himself inside.

(His fingers ache, wanting to dart into his pocket and snatch up his lock-pick set. He doesn’t go anywhere near it though, out of a self-preservation, because Aoko would be smart enough to conclude that he really had broken in, if she saw the tools.)

Kaito grins. “You wouldn’t arrest me.”

Well, he’s not completely sure that’s true. If she knew enough about his previous work history, she very well might.

“At least,” he continues, “not when I’ve brought you food.”

He’s set plates on the table, each with takeout food on them. Kaito’s tried to set it up as a gourmet meal but there are only so many ways he can place food and no amount of fancy setup is going to make McDonalds look amazing.

Still, he’s gone all out in trying. Aoko’s back later than expected – he’d had a bit of time to play around with. And so, the food had been freed from its paper bag and is set up.

“And that’s the only reason you’re not in cuffs,” Aoko laughs, comes forward to meet him. She leaves her bag on the side, and then, collapses into the chair opposite him on the table.

She lacks the amount of grace to make the movement seem magnetic, but still, Kaito’s lips curl upward anyway.

Then, Aoko leans forward, eyes widening. She pauses, takes a second to try to register what she’s seeing – then two – before blinking away the confusion.

“Did – Did you put chocolate milkshake into my wine glasses?”

Lips tugging up, Kaito offers another grin. It’s wild, almost untamed in nature, as Aoko stares in childish wonder, as if this is the best thing that has happened to her all day.

Considering her career in the justice system, setting out to capture anyone who crosses the theft division, Kaito wouldn’t be too surprised if this has been the best part of her day.

“Lait au chocolat,” he says, around a short laugh. Aoko joins in too, her shoulders shaking as she reaches up and curls her hair back around her ear.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says, “absolutely ridiculous.”

“Oh please,” Kaito says, waving to the meal in front of them. A combination of fries, cheese burgers and milkshake await them. “You love it.”

It’s almost as if the temperature drops.

Kaito shivers, watches as Aoko’s lips purse, tightening around the edges, as she tears her gaze away, towards the food he’s laid out for her. She focuses on her plate, pulls it forward and refuses to look at him.

Alright, so maybe Kaito shouldn’t have said the ‘L’ word. Love. Horrible word, that is, Kaito thinks. He should know by now that saying it only ever makes things awkward between them.

Aoko shifts in her seat, grabs a few fries and effectively stops herself from bringing anything up by ripping the potato in two between her teeth.

Wow, he’s such an idiot.

Because he’d rather distract himself than admit to his idiocy though, Kaito simply leans forward and grabs a fry of his own and watches Aoko, waiting to see how she’ll act. He blinks, imagines how the conversation could derail into something… else, and decides that maybe he shouldn’t let this particular topic evolve.

They need a distraction before things get weird.

“So, how was… work?”

Ah, fuck.

He’s gone and made it weird.

Aoko raises an eyebrow. “You never ask me about work. In fact, you specifically set out not to ask, why was it? Routine questions only lead to routine conversations, and they bore you?”

That’s the official reason that Kaito tends to go with, yes. But really, he supposes it’s only because hearing about Aoko’s job means hearing about other thieves and that’s not really something Kaito wants to do.

As a reformed thief himself, Kaito tries to stay clear of anything that might lead to any sort of… temptation. It’s not that he doesn’t trust himself, not to do the wrong thing, in fact, it’s not down to trust at all. Kaito is pretty calm in admitting to himself that if he decided never to commit a crime again, he’d commit to the sentiment.

It’s just, hearing about other criminals means that Kaito is only going to start judging the way they’ve gone about things, planning out how he could have done it better and more efficiently.

Which, well, probably not a good thing to start musing about at the dinner table with a cop. Really brings the whole concept of being reformed into question.

Not the sort of mental acrobatics he wants to navigate over McDonalds and evening conversations.

“Well,” Kaito says, “it’s not routine conversation if I never ask now, is it?”

Aoko’s eyebrow quirks even higher, somehow. She can’t exactly argue that his logic is incorrect, even if it is flawed.

“So – work. You’re late home, makes me wonder how it went.”

Aoko’s canines dig into her lip, and she scoops up more fries to give herself something to do. After a moment, finally, she shrugs her shoulders and says, “Mostly the same as usual. Although there is this one case that’s a little tricky because the guy, we’re trying to catch is… a real troublemaker.”

Tricky? A troublemaker? Sounds like Kaito’s kind of guy. Sign him up for a meeting, ready the coffee because he wants to sit down and talk about how this guy is stressing the police out.

“Tricky how?”

Aoko scrunches her nose. He can practically see the cogs turning in her mind, trying to decide how much can be said about an open case. Another reason not to ask – Kaito never gets any of the juicy details until the police have closed the case and that’s not… interesting at all.

Maybe it’s a little disappointing, because Kaito usually takes the side of the criminal. No one wants to be caught because they wanted a little adrenaline.

“Well,” Aoko says at last, voice slow and cautious, “they’re arrogant and they stole away with a famous piece of artwork. Left a calling card too, taunting us into catching them before they pass the artwork on to their fence.”

No wonder she’s been working late.

Kaito scrunches his nose.

And he judges.

Maybe the criminal inviting the police to play sits a little too close to home, but it does catch his attention. KID had always wanted to involve the police in his heists, and that’s because the theft had always been half a show and half a crime. The best sort of theft, in his opinion.

He lifts his gaze from Aoko’s and takes a moment to stare at the clock. He can almost hear the ticking from the second hand.

“Reminds me of KID,” he says, “except, well, this guy seems more of a coward to me.”

Aoko raises an eyebrow. She’s been privy to his conversations on KID multiple times in the past, his inflated ego although, to her, it’s probably always seemed more like fanboying. She’s probably not even surprised that he’s bringing it back up again, because theft always seems to bring back talk of KID.

So that’s not what she’s judging him for.

“Coward?”

“Sure, yeah,” Kaito shrugs. He lifts his wine glass, clinks it with Aoko’s and takes a sip. Chocolate bursts against his tongue and it’s fucking heavenly. Sometimes Kaito likes being an adult, simply because he can sit back with chocolate milkshake, sipping at it like he’s a wine taster or something – and no one judges him for it. It’s great, standard.

What a life he is living.

“He’s a coward.” Kaito continues. “If you’re going to challenge the police, then you challenge them before you take anything, not after you’ve done it. Preposterous.”

It’s like telling someone to catch you in a game of tag but omitting the fact that you’ve bought a motorbike and the chaser needs to run. The playing field simply isn’t even.

He can’t respect it.

Aoko sighs, shakes her head. She says, “We both know that KID had a weird method with his challenges. He’s not entirely sane, Kaito. This thief’s challenge falls more in the norm.”

The norm can go fuck itself then. It’s boring and it lacks any of the boldness that is included in a thief’s showmanship.

“Still a coward,” Kaito says. He shakes his head, sticks out his tongue because apparently, he’s still childish enough to do this. He only receives another sigh, as if the conversation is a chore, as if he’s being completely unreasonable.

Kaito is not being completely unreasonable. Only moderately unreasonable – there’s a difference.

“Fine. Sure. He’s a coward,” Aoko relents. Kaito preens at the confirmation. “But he’s a coward who’s walked away with Gyokudo’s ‘Parting Spring’. He’ll be rich if he manages to find a seller.”

Kaito stills.

Then, he visibly tells himself it’s probably not good to enquire just how rich someone who sold the painting would be, that it’s not something he’s expected to say in this situation.

Although, he almost wants to take away the coward statement now.

Kaito’s spent enough time wondering how he’d steal the paintings before, if he were to decide to. He’s spent daydreams imagining how he’d get in and out of the national museum of modern art without being caught, without triggering any alarms or letting anyone know a robbery was being carried out.

Perfectly normal behaviour, Kaito knows.

He wants to know what options this thief went with. How he went about doing it.

“Ah,” he says, and because he’s got a condition called being a fucking idiot, he adds, “how’d he manage it?”

Aoko glowers.

Kaito concludes that maybe there was too much intrigue in his voice, that maybe it’s not best for him to show how impressed he is by the crime. Or, maybe Aoko is simply salty about the entire case.

Who knows? Not him.

“I don’t want to continue talking about the case during my hours off,” Aoko says. “I talk about it plenty at work. And, I can see the way this is much to interesting to you – smart tricks are all you really love, right?”

(Sometimes, Kaito thinks that it’s terribly unfair that she can say the word love without things becoming weird, but eh, there’s no changing it now.)

Her statement is not altogether true. He loves Aoko true, although he can’t exactly tell her that. Even if he knows how she’d respond, knows that she’d accept his confession in a heartbeat, because she’s long since offered her own.

“You caught me,” Kaito says, an easy smile sliding onto his face. It’s false, but it’s natural enough to deceive. “Might as well arrest me now.”

Aoko grins.

Kaito isn’t really sure how he reached decided that he wouldn’t accept the love confession Aoko had thrown his way, but since he made it, he’s stuck to it.

It’s not like there’s no logic behind the decision. He knows why he made such a decision, why he turned around and vowed that this was the best way forward. Kaito’s not a masochist, he doesn’t want to torture himself by denying the happiness Aoko’s love would bring.

Of course not.

He dreams of her sometimes, of what it would be like. And it’s nice, it really is, but Kaito has always known the difference between dreams and reality.

Furthering their relationship, deepening it would only force them further apart. It would include too much lying, more than Aoko would deserve – since there shouldn’t even be a single lie – and Kaito can’t risk that. He doesn’t want to deceive her.

Aoko deserves someone who won’t lie to her, someone who won’t be selfish with her.

And Kaito…?

Kaito is selfish.

He can’t tell her about his previous exploits, not when KID is the one person she wants to catch most. He can’t share that side to himself, and so it’s a hidden part to him that she’ll never have access to.

How horrible of him.

Even knowing that he should give Aoko a yes or a no, some resemblance of an answer to the words she’d muttered to him months ago, he can’t. The words tangle, freeze in his throat before he can say either – because, he wants things to stay the way they are.

Even if everything is fucked and it makes them both feel awkward, like there’s a heavy air around them. Kaito doesn’t want Aoko to move on, even if that’s the best option.

He’s self-centred like that.

It’s not healthy, he knows that, but he’s not a good person. He knows he’s not, because else he would let Aoko free herself from him. He’d give her the chance to move on, he’d tell her why, he’d make things work.

But he wants her to keep loving him.

And because Aoko is selfless, his opposite, she lets him take advantage of it. She thinks she’s giving him space to decide, when really, she’s giving him time to delude himself.

They catch the thief.

Aoko leads the team that brings him in, cornering him following a tip on his whereabouts, and it’s another thief that Aoko’s caught, another person who’s taken the spot Kaito could find himself trapped in one day.

Since catching thieves is a good thing for her department, naturally, Aoko wants to celebrate. Kaito’s phone lights up with an invitation, asking him to join their celebration, to tell her well done. A night out drinking in a bar frequented by cops – a reckless idea, truly.

No sane criminal with warrants to his name would even consider it.

Which means, of course, that Kaito has to do it. He’d be a coward not to.

(Let it be known, that Kuroba Kaito – Kaitou KID – is not necessarily sane.)

Flipping the collar on his favourite jacket, looking like what he hopes will translate as a hot mess, Kaito wills himself the courage to head inside. One blink, then another, and then, he walks into a pit of justice-eating vultures.

“Kaito!” Aoko calls the second he steps inside, a blur in motion as she throws herself into his arms. Kaito’s surprised that she’s managed to catch sight of him so quickly, finds himself hoping she’s been watching the door for him. “You came!”

She’s clearly started drinking without him. Kaito’s going to have to find a way to catch up and quickly.

“You really doubted I would?”

“Oh, well,” Aoko pulls a face, exaggerated mistrust and confusion that makes him shudder. “I never know whether you’ll show up after a case. You always get so finnicky when I ask you to spend time with a bunch of the police.”

Well then.

He’s basically reaffirmed that Aoko is a ‘no-secrets-among-the-living’ kind of drunk.

“That’s because,” Kaito says, “I am a menace to society. And I prefer not being caught.”

It’s the truth, yes, but Aoko is drunk enough to think he’s simply playing around with her. She’s not at the point where she’s listening out for any hidden meanings in his voice.

Her laughter is joyous, loud and bell-like. It’s enough to defuse any seriousness in his tone.

A hand on Aoko’s back makes her move beside him, tucked into his side, as they make their way towards the bar. Signalling the server, he offers a smile. “What’s your poison tonight, Aoko?”

As soon as she lets him know she’s drinking beer, he pays, passing her a glass. Her eyes light up, dipping in a grin.

“For the successful officer. Let’s poison ourselves together, okay?”

She doesn’t deny him. She won’t, he knows that.

In hindsight, maybe he drinks more than is a good idea.

One too many beers and Kaito feels like maybe he stepped over a line he shouldn’t have. Kaito has always had the skill of managing not to look as drunk as his is – it’s the beauty of perfecting the poker face – but it doesn’t mean his inhibitions don’t change like anybody else’s.

He still becomes reckless, still becomes loose-lipped. It’s not really a good combination for the semi-reformed thief, Kaitou KID, but he is drunk, and a little bit insane, so he’s not as worried as he maybe should be.

“Bakaito,” Aoko grumbles, catching his attention. He turns just in time to watch her slide into the seat beside his, leaning her head against his shoulder. Grumpiness curls her lips, creases her eyebrows, and he grins despite himself. “You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

He’s not been. Kaito knows that he hasn’t – he’s just been paying attention to all her colleagues, people he’s been conversing with since Aoko has been forcing his introductions.

“Oh,” he says, quirking an eyebrow, “you want me to pay attention to you, do you?”

Aoko’s expression morphs almost instantly. She’s too drunk to feel awkward, any strange emotions created when they approach the topic shielded with the help of alcohol. Her features soften, as Aoko finally admits, “I always want you to pay attention to me.”

His chest tightens. It feels almost like his heart is clenching – or no, maybe someone is clenching his heart inside their first, digging their fingers into the muscle and squeezing.

Kaito wants to say that he always notices, is always watching, paying attention but that seems like too much of an answer.

Avoiding eye contact, he forces his lips into a smirk and says, “I can’t pay attention to you all the time, you’d get bored.”

Aoko reaches forward with more speed than someone drunk should be able to possess, grabbing hold of his wrist and pulling him closer to her. She’s too close – closer now than when she’d simply been leaning. Her nose practically grazes his, her breath on Kaito’s cheek.

“Never,” she breathes, “I’d never get bored of you.”

Despite himself, Kaito flushes.

Maybe if he hadn’t, if he’d kept the flush from rising up his neck, past his cheeks, Aoko would back down. But his face is red, and Aoko takes it as a hint to keep going.

“Kaito, I–”

Please don’t say it.

“I love you,” Aoko whispers. The words are hopeful, but there’s a lingering sadness there too. As if she doesn’t know how to feel, whether she’s allowed to love him. Her expression is much the same.

It hurts.

“I know you do.”

“I love you so much,” Aoko says, and she blinks away tears. Kaito pretends he can’t see them. “So much that it aches, that I wish there were a cure. Every time I think I’ve found it, it’s just another faux cure, it’s not real.”

There is only one cure to love, Kaito thinks, and that’s heartbreak. It’s a cruel man’s medicine, but perhaps it’s crueller not to offer the cure at all.

“Aoko–”

“I just need an answer,” Aoko mumbles. She wipes at her face with the back of her sleeve. “Just once. A yes or a no, I don’t think that’s too much to ask, is it? Just don’t leave me wondering, don’t leave me hoping you’ll say yes.”

Kaito reels back, tries to escape but Aoko’s grip on his wrist is too firm to allow for any type of retreat. He’s been avoiding this.

He imagines the outcome of each response and all he can see is disaster. And maybe he’s catastrophising everything but there’s no one he can talk to who can prove that he’s not, so the ache in his chest simply grows and – and Aoko’s hand around his wrist feels like steel.

“Aoko, please–”

“It’s easy – one syllable, please, just, this once–”

Why does his blood feel so cold? Why does his chest cavity feel so hollow? Is this how it feels to break? To be forced to decide when either answer leads to more suffering.

“No–” Kaito flinches. “Yes – Fuck, Aoko, I don’t know.”

“You can’t not know!” Aoko cries. “You may pretend not to feel things, but I know you, I see you, and you’re someone who understands his feelings very easily, so don’t lie to me.”

Trapped. He feels trapped, and like an animal stuck in a corner, he feels illogical, irrational anger rise up his throat. Like bile it burns, but he’s not sick, just tired, angry – at himself, at the situation, at Aoko for forcing his answer.

“What do you want from me Aoko?” He hisses.

Aoko opens her mouth, but Kaito doesn’t let her speak.

“You want me to pick you? Choose you? Love you?” He can’t look at her, not in the eye. “Well I do, okay? I love you. It was always going to be you. Of course, it was. There’s no one I’ll love as much as I love you – it’s quite literally going to ruin me.”

She gapes. Then, “Kaito–”

He leans forward, brings a hand to Aoko’s chin and lifts her up. Meeting Aoko’s gaze, he breathes, “You will ruin me Aoko, and I would ruin you, and that’s not fair.”

“I don’t care,” Aoko whispers. “It’s not just your decision – ruin me if you want, I’m more than capable of piecing myself back together.”

Kaito is too drunk to argue her logic. He shudders, leans forward and presses his lips against hers.

Closing his eyes, Kaito presses closer. He feels almost like he’s falling apart. Maybe if Aoko holds him tightly enough he’ll stay in one piece.

She tastes of disaster.

[Part Two]

#I've had fun creating the first chapter for this - I hope you all enjoy it too #Kuroba Kaito #Nakamori Aoko #KaiAo #DCMK #detective conan #Magic Kaito #Fic: On the Fantasies of Moonlight #mywriting

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𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓅𝓅 ( Reeve Carney. male, he/him, how does a moment last forever + celine dion. ) i heard ELIOT GODFREY singing the other night, though it didn’t sound like english… it’s so admirable that someone who’s only THIRTY-SIX can sing latin so fluently! heard they hang out with those LUX CIRCLE, that must be because they’re an OWNER AND ARTIST at O FORTUNA TATTOO. i always see them going home to BROOKLYN by SUBWAY under the moonlit night.

TW: Death Mention

NOW I KNOW SHE’LL NEVER LEAVE ME, EVEN AS SHE FADES FROM VIEW SHE WILL STILL INSPIRE ME, BE A PART OF EVERYTHING I DO

since he was old enough to understand, eliot bought into the whole “witch” thing. his closest friends were the kids around his age in lux circle, and the older ones -- including his siblings, most notably -- taught him everything he needed to know: their magic was never used to harm, only defend. push it too hard, and it’ll push back. he picked it all up really quickly.... he was born into it, after all.

his true best friend wasn’t in lux, though. anabelle, on the contrary, had a mother, isabelle, that was very much affiliated with noctis. he felt a connection immediately, one that defied circle boundaries. when he was older, even, he recognized it for what it really was: love. passionate, enduring, selfless love.

eliot liked to think it wasn’t entirely one-sided, but he never said anything, especially not when she married a human. it hurt to see someone he was quite in love with fall for and marry someone else, but his love for her was deep enough that, at the end of the day, eliot didn’t care. he really and truly just wanted her to be happy, and she was with charlie. he still loved her, and that would never really go away, but he’d be okay.

somewhere along the line, anabelle got pregnant, and she promised that she’d make eliot the godfather once the child was born. it was a duty he happily accepted, and he would even attend the birth.

things went horribly wrong at said birth, though. anabelle wouldn’t survive the birth. beyond the crushing, pervasive heartbreak that is natural when losing someone you love, eliot had a sinking feeling that foul play was involved... particularly at the hands of anabelle’s grandmother. before he got the chance to look further into it or even hold his goddaughter, isabella made it clear that he needed to leave. she didn’t say a word, but her eyes said it all: “leave now and don’t look into it, if you know what’s good for you,” more or less. he took it very seriously, and he made no effort to see his goddaughter or charlie (he certainly didn’t interact with isabelle, but that was to be expected). years later, though, he still thinks about them, wonders how they’re doing, feels ashamed for not doing anything for his goddaughter or charlie then and continuing to not do anything.

shortly after the incident, he got the first of many tattoos: anabelle’s name, in her handwriting, on his left wrist. so began the next phase of his life.

CERTAIN AS THE SUN, RISING IN THE EAST TALE AS OLD AS TIME, SONG AS OLD AS RHYME

he was a drawing student at pratt institute before the tattoo and before the events surrounding the birth of anabelle’s child, but he wasn’t entirely sure about what he wanted to do with it. he felt another spark after getting the tattoo, though, one strangely similar to the one with anabelle: he could tattoo for a living. it felt right to him. he’d apprentice at a local parlor through graduation and would open his own shortly after -- o fortuna tattoo, eliot would call it. he though it was clever, or whatever.

of course, he made an instagram account for his shop. he’d post tattoo concepts, random drawings, works of his, and whatever else he saw fit. eventually, he’d grow to be quite popular because of it. he’d then get a fairly solid waiting list (one that necessitated the hiring of more artists), a regular set of clientele, and whatever else it is modestly successful and moderately famous tattoo shops have.

HOW DOES A MOMENT LAST FOREVER WHEN OUR SONG GOES ON

he never thought he could love anyone like he did anabelle... not, of course, until he got to know magdalena, one of his regulars. at first sight, it was painfully obvious she was gorgeous, and then she’d come back for followup sessions and probably even just to talk, just for kicks. he’d get to know her, her spunk, her protective instincts, what made her tick. at that point, eliot couldn’t help but fall for her.

the spark, however, wouldn’t come until after they made things official and began dating; to be clear, maggie made things official, not eliot. he felt the spark when his first thought after she took the plung was about how he needed to get ahold of the family ring (or one of them, or go buy one, who knows), cuz he knew he’d marry her someday.

they come dangerously close to it, too. after a year or so, maybe shorter and maybe longer, he proposes to her (the exact details are TBD, but it’s super cute and fluffy and romantic). they find a venue, try cake samples (the most important part), and even send out announcements and invitations.

eliot gets cold feet, though, all thanks to encountering his goddaughter, ophelia, or her father, charlie, or both. he never got proper closure, and he thought he was fine, but the aforementioned encounter caused a major freakout. his feelings for anabelle, and everything surrounding her death, seemed to flood back,and he made yet another mistake he regrets and thinks about to this day: he called off the wedding and the engagement.

eliot and maggie tried staying together after that, but ti just wasn’t the same. they weren’t quite at the same place anymore, and, for very valid reasons, maggie was hurt and quite embarrassed, and it wouldn’t go away so long as they stayed together.

they broke up entirely shortly after. like, delete numbers, un-follow and un-add on social media, frequent another tattoo shop-entirely. they wouldn’t speak, interact, or cross each other’s paths again until 5+ years later.

NO PAIN COULD BE DEEPER, NO LIFE COULD BE CHEAPER NO POINT ANYMORE, IF I CAN’T LOVE HER

so, fiveish years later, and we’re now in present times. maggie’s a professor at nyu, something that eliot had no knowledge of, just so you know. eliot’s now experiencing tremendous levels of success as a celebrity tattoo artist. same shop, same artists, but with the addition of a certain degree of clientele that can and are willing to pay bucket loads that have fans who are also (or, at the very least, follow the shop on social media (it’s verified on all platforms, BTW!) and show up at the physical location, in hopes of spotting their favorite stars).

making six figures easily, he has the means to afford something crazy, like going to nyu just for kicks. he’s been tattooing for awhile now, and a change of pace is necessary, even though he still loves what he does. he decides, in light of this, to pursue an mfa in studio art and branch out into more traditional forms of art, like painting (he happens to quite like it, too, so no worries).

of course, though, this has the potential to be very problematic, but neither of them know it -- yet, that is. stay tuned for more!

#nightsbound:intro

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misshwrites · 5 years

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Unforeseen circumstances | MYG

pairing: Min Yoongi x OC

genre/warnings: fluff, angst, (smut in later chapters), swearing.

words: 1135

a/n: Hello guys, this is my first time publishing fics, so any cc is always welcome. This will be a multi-chapters work.

Also, this isn’t a reader insert fic, because I truly don’t feel comfortable writing them. Either ways, I hope you like it!

Summary: They never had a chance to begin with, but they were young and in love, they thought they knew better.

Lee Yoonah’s parents had carefully planned her whole life from the moment of her conception. Min Yoongi was the one variable that they never counted on, but that was corrected in due time, just before their graduation in college, or so they thought.

Or: In which life doesn’t respect no one’s plans.

Prologue:

It was not that Lee Yoonah had any inclination to fit the stereotype of the ‘poor rich girl’, but rather that even the most positive and grateful person in the world would probably get fed up of having all of its long term choices made for them.

Being the only daughter of a chaebol, Yoonah had her life planned for her from the moment she was born. All she could ever decide for herself was the embellishments, and maybe the color of the pens to be used to fill the pretty life planner she was given to follow.

Every aspect of her life was drawn in observance of strict boulders that separated ‘dos’ and ‘don'ts’, and those carefully arranged to seen more appealing to her eyes.

Studying Literature and Journalism at college, instead of following the traditional track of Business was allowed. Pursuing a career as a fiction writer was out of the question, for being too kitschy.

Partying and going out were allowed. Modifying the official schedule for family and corporative events was out of the question. Her free time was hers to manage, but its concession was dependent on her parents' priorities.

Flirting with boys was allowed, dating was allowed, even casual hookups were permitted as long as her ‘reputation’ was preserved. Falling in love was out of the question, dreaming about a life with someone that wasn’t previously approved was prohibited.

From her childhood years, she learned that chaebol’s children had a duty to fulfill. For Lee Yoonah that encompassed a political arranged marriage, prettily marked in white and golden glitter on her life’s plan by her parents.

Growing up amongst people who had backgrounds similar to hers, Yoonah simple accepted the limitations of her life’s program as mild inconveniences. Sometimes she wanted things she couldn’t get, and that was how it was. She was a good daughter. She wished to make her parents proud.

And maybe an arranged marriage could be a nuisance, but her own parents were wedded that way, and they seemed content with each other. Yoonah even considered herself to be relatively lucky because according to the ‘rules’ she could choose who she would rather marry amongst the men her family selected as suited. Most of her friends had no such luxury.

Having that in mind, to say Lee Yoonah wasn’t prepared to find out the ugly truth about the true nature of the limitations in her life schedule would be a colossal understatement.

Her parents were the ones to blame, really. They should have known that the pretty embellishments covering the cage they had raised her in were going to stand out and be questioned on the moment she stepped outside the carefully controlled environment they lived in.

However, that didn’t occur to them, and so, Lee Yoonah got accepted in the SNU, gifted a shiny new car, a moderately sized flat of her own, and sent away to figure out the customs of the rest of the population of Korea by herself, no warning whatsoever.

It took less than a month for reality to crash upon her. And it shook her senseless.

Through all of her life, Yoonah had the belief that being a CEO’s daughter meant that she was extraordinarily privileged and, as a consequence, had responsibilities towards her family and society in general. She had a role to play, and that was how things worked for everyone.

But there she was, 21 years old, at a fried chicken bar with a few of her classmates, a couple of soju bombs into the night, finally realizing that what it truly meant was that she’d never got to decide anything about her own life. That her whole ‘plan’ was part of her parents’ agenda, and that the only real choice she’d ever made against their will was when she was 12 years old and threw a fit to quit her polo lessons.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Years later she would question why, even in the worst of her rage, she managed to fear her parents' disappointment enough to decide to get back at then in the nicest possible way, by simply bending their rules, instead of breaking free at once.

* * *

She was introduced to Min Yoongi during her second year of college, in the midst of the brief rebellious phase she embarked on right after realizing about her total lack of control on all aspects of her life.

The self-proclaimed producer genius of SNU’s music department that got famous around the campus after releasing a rap mixtape a few months prior was, surprisingly enough, quite the antisocial. It was really unexpected to find him at a club like the one where it all started.

Yoonah noticed him at the moment she and her friend Haeun arrived, ears immediately warming. It was ridiculous really, the way she had been crushing on him for weeks since discovering the face behind his music.

If she were smart, she would have halted her plan right there, running in the opposite direction. But as a consequence of her newfound recklessness, Yoonah convinced herself that it was all part of her rebellious act.

In her defense, it was a rather easy point to argue. Min Yoongi was a scholarship student, swimming in debt, he was pursuing music as a career, and was known for being quite savage when defending his beliefs.

As the cherry on the top of the cake, he even had the rebel artist look to match his persona, bleached blond hair, pierced ears, and unusually attractive feline features, that were simultaneously soft and sharp.

He was informed from the beginning about her unusual circumstances. It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious for neither of them, a casual hook up between two people that were attracted to each other, so, naturally, they messed it up.

They should have ended it at the moment the feelings started to sprout, but the curse of young people in love is to make reckless bets on their lives, always hoping beyond hope for something that isn’t short of a miracle.

So they convinced themselves that, maybe, the ‘plan’ could be pliable. Surely enough if the Lees got to like Yoongi enough and saw that he genuinely cared for their daughter, they would consider their relationship as viable.

For almost three years they lived the dream, and it seemed to work well. Yoonah parents appeared keen enough of the character Yoongi portrait for them, a soft-spoken aspiring producer, wearing preppy clothes borrowed from his friends, earrings removed, hair dyed back to chestnut brown since the day after Yoonah agreed to properly date him.

He was smart, respectful to his elders, hardworking, and he loved their daughter like crazy, it had to be enough, right?

As it turned out, it was not.

#min yoongi #bts fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #bts scenario #bts fanfic #oc #bts au #yoongi au

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nearlyhuman · 7 years

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I didn’t even make this a read more you’re just gonna have to scroll or press j

2: Age? 24 3: 3 Fears? alienating people I want to like me, going to school when i should have not, not going to school when i should have 4: 3 things I love? Vegetables, girls who i don’t know but then they invade my personal space, taking long walks almost every night of the summer 5: 4 turns on? they’re personal 6: 4 turns off? baby talk, the word “daddy,” self-consciousness, physical pain 7: My best friend? my fam, J + K, my boyfriend 8:Sexual orientation? they say its a spectrum but so far i haven’t ever wanted to do a girl 9: My best first date? i don’t remember what my first official date with R was but definitely not the other guy so I guess the other other guy who is married now. or there was one that wasn’t a REAL date but it was KIND of a date but it really wasn’t but that one might win 10: How tall am I? huge 11: What do I miss? Knowing my place 12: What time was I born? @ night 13: Favourite color? going to be honest the truth is i never understand this question and it doesn’t really make sense to me and that’s why the answer always changes... green... gold... pink... black... idk 14: Do I have a crush? idk if i’m supposed to say yes but i’ve been w/ my bf for years now i think it’s something other than a crush by now 15: Favourite quote? I don’t have one over all but one I recently read that I love is this: “Malcolm X never lived to see the government fall but the state he opposed made him a stamp. And that's the best you can hope for if you never give up - your enemies will teach your corpse to dance.” Pat the Bunny. 16: Favourite place? lately it’s been the inner harbor at night 17: Favourite food? lately it’s been a tray of peaches we got at TJ’s 18: Do I use sarcasm? Only when I shouldn’t, like when i’m pissed off and being a baby about it 19: What am I listening to right now? R taking medicine lol 20: First thing I notice in a new person? it probably depends on the person, but i usually look at their face and try to figure out if they’re nice, mean, or bland, etc 24: Favourite style of clothing? to this day the only person i think i ever knew that i had strong feelings about how they dressed was when two brothers at the pizza place where i worked just wore the same 3 shirts over and over and over and the same pants and shoes every day. I also like other famous people who also wear the same thing every day. 25: Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”? i have ONLY kissed people with the first initial R 27: Meaning behind my URL? I used to feel like I didn’t have the right feelings like a normal person, but then i went to therapy for a while and now i’m pretty fine with my feelings, but i still like my url and don’t feel like putting in the effort to find something i like better 29: Favourite song? i don’t have one atm but i guess one foot on the gas one foot in the grave has been #1 for a couple years, before that it was hypocrite cte 30: Favourite band? anything toh kay touches 31: How I feel right now? annoyed that i have to be in school 32: Someone I love? my old boss malick 33: My current relationship status? w/ R 34: My relationship with my parents? i’m not in a therapy session so i don’t have to answer 35: Favourite holiday? Valentine’s Day? 36: Tattoos and piercing i have? just ear lobes 37: Tattoos and piercing i want? I really don’t want any and I don’t want to say my tattoo ideas here anyway 38: The reason I joined Tumblr? I was trying to learn how to talk genuinely w/o any of my friends saying i was experiencing normal teen rebellion 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? yes 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? no 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no 42: When did I last hold hands? a couple days ago i think 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes if i’m trying 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? monday for class 45: Where am I right now? bedroom 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? deborah 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? both 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? no 49: Am I excited for anything? doing potluck movie nights 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? EVERYTHING? you can never tell someone EVERYTHING you think about them, so that always ruins it 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? I don’t work in customer service anymore 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? when i got to chemistry lab earlier today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i would be so confused lol 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? yes 55: What is something I disliked about today? all of the school 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? davey mac 57: What do I think about most? school, anarchism, acne, friendships 58: What’s my strangest talent? yesterday my kind-of mentor said i was his mentor 59: Do I have any strange phobias? no 60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? i definitely don’t want to be behind it but i only MIGHT want to be in front of it 61:What was the last lie I told? don’t remember 62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? phone, don’t have to worry about angles 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? No ghosts, no opinion on aliens 64:Do I believe in magic? No and i find it really irritating when people do 65:Do I believe in luck? idk what that means, i guess not 66:What’s the weather like right now? i’m inside 67:What was the last book I’ve read? i’m in the middle of Walden and Conquest of Bread 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline? yesss 69:Do I have any nicknames? yes but very few people use them 70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? none 71:Do I spend money or save it? save 72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue? no 74:Favourite animal? James 75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM? watching TV 77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? when nirvana comes on the radio 78:How can you win my heart? talk to me often and about stuff i like, or have that Mysterious Something, or do vlogs 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? i’d be ashamed of myself if i had actually thought of an answer 80:What is my favorite word? probably either... Christmas... Valentine... Birthday 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr? glumshoe 83:Do I have any relatives in jail? not that i know of 84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? my first instinct is to say persuasion but not like manipulating other people’s will just make me really persuasive. 86:What is my current desktop picture? i never changed it from the default 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no, I kind of disagree w/ making those strict decisions, but i do try not to eat much meat and very very little red 109:Been outside my home country? yes, several countries in europe and once to guadeloupe 110:Gotten my heart broken? yeah haha twice when i was a kid 114:Been to prom? no 118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex? don’t think so, at least not the kind that makes you want physical contact w/ them 119:Learned another language? made good progress w/ french 123:Dyed my hair? blonde ends, green ends, pink ends, black ends, green all over, dark red all over 124:Voted in a presidential election? a big secret is that i voted for Mitt Romney when I was 18 haha 127:Met someone famous? Matt Shultz and Tomas Kalnoky 129:Peed outside? yes 130:Been fishing? yes 131:Helped with charity? i prefer working at non profit places than for profit 132:Been rejected by a crush? i never went after anyone to be rejected, but i’ve definitely wanted to be w/ people who didn’t want to be w/ me 134:What do I want for my birthday? everything 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names? maybe 5 or something, give or take 2. Probably name the first ones Tomas and Tavi 139:Favourite Tv Show? shameless 140:Where do I want to live when older? maybe Frederick 141:Play any musical instrument? not anymore, took violin in highschool/middle school for a few years 142:One of my scars, how did I get it? i had a wart on my knee removed lol 143:Favourite pizza topping? pineapple or veggie pizza 144:Am I afraid of the dark? not in and of itself 145:Am I afraid of heights? moderately 147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? what kind of emo question is this 148:What I’m really bad at? anything someone with really long thin arms would be bad at 149:What my greatest achievements are? the stuff i’m most proud of would sound like i have a hero complex if i just wrote them here. writing a whole book. 150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me? they were going to kill me lol it didn’t happen though 151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery? if i answered i’d either sound like a goody two shoes or a doodoohead in a guy fawkes mask 152:What do I like about myself? I am very smart 153:My closest Tumblr friend? I don’t think i have any left! 154:Something I fantasise about? having a house outside a city w/ willow trees and magnolia trees and bamboo and a few weird looking dogs

#my life #long post

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dave

Full Name: they haven’t really put together a full name that they like yet, they currently just go by “dave” or “velocenby” as their hero name, pretty much interchangablyGender and Sexuality: nonbinary, demiromanticPronouns: they/themEthnicity/Species: Japanese humanBirthplace and Birthdate: Mid aprilGuilty Pleasures: treating themself to moderately priced food, but that they consider that a “guilty pleasure” is kind of sad Phobias: sitting still, things being really quiet*, tight enclosed spaces, generally not having an “escape route”.What They Would Be Famous For: first openly non-binary superhero, maybe?What They Would Get Arrested For: speeding fucking up businesses that have bad policies. they really hate capitalism, man OC You Ship Them With: @d20-official‘s Vesp, they are DatingOC Most Likely To Murder Them: one of ians villains probablyFavorite Movie/Book Genre: well-written romantic comedyLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not really a cliche, but “his/her” in official documents and stuff. Also anything that recommends blindly following authorityTalents and/or Powers: super-speed, ADHDWhy Someone Might Love Them: honestly? they’re really sweet, easily flustered, and they try to act cool all the time and are really bad at it. it takes some doing to get their trust but be nice to them n they would Die for you. and generally doing their best! Why Someone Might Hate Them: they tend to be a bit rambly without realizing it, with a bad habit of speaking in endless run-on sentences spoken much faster than someone should be able to speak without breathing, and it’s often hard to get a word in edgewise. This is either endearing or irritating, depending who you ask. Also really really hard on themself?How They Change: they get better at not hating themself, which is like hella personal improvement, and also better at managing their powersWhy You Love Them: they are a DORK!

*a notable cause for this is like, the first time their super-speed powers activated, they could not figure out how to “turn it off”, and was stuck for what felt like a week over the course of like .. five minutes of everyone around them hardly moving at all and Dead Silence

(send me one of my ocs and ill fill out this list for them!)

#ocs that i havent written this out for that i can think of;#corundum jean westrin xenon uhhhhh anyone else ur curous about

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Practice Challenge 2

I didn’t even watch the Report when the names were announced. At the time I’d already been ushered into a limo on the way to the set of a talk show where they would discuss my entry in the Selection. Diana had it all pre-planned, since she already knew I would be Selected.

“So how did you feel when you first saw that you were Selected?” The talk show host had asked, even though she knew I hadn’t found out in the same way as the other girls. But we both knew how I was supposed to respond.

A wide grin graced my face. “Oh, I was so excited. To be able to live in the palace and compete for Prince Dom’s hand in marriage is like a dream come true.” I remember hoping the sarcasm was only evident to my ears.

The host had then continued asking me questions about the Selection and what I thought of the other girls. She ended by noting how much my popularity had increased in nationwide polls since the announcement of the Selection only an hour before. I knew Diana would be ecstatic with that news.

Immediately following the talk show, Diana hustled me back into the limo and back to the beach house. There she began discussing the game plan for the Selection.

“Here’s what you need to do,” Diana began. “First of all, as we already talked about, you need to do whatever you can to convince Dominic to keep you until the Elite. How far past the Elite you go doesn’t matter, but you must reach at least top ten. How you do that is up to you; put on the charm, tell him your plan, whatever. Just do it. Secondly, you need to surround yourself with other power players. The Twos, the celebrities, the girls who already have a name for themselves, or will soon enough. Whether you want to call it a friendship or alliance doesn’t matter, just make sure you have a strong enough support system that you never look weak or alone during the Selection. You’ve been acquainted with Evadne Leventhorpe and Annelise Newstone in the past, maybe you could start with them.”

I sighed at her dictation. She really just wouldn’t let me be. She never lets me make decisions on my own. Maybe I don’t even want to go to the palace. Maybe I don’t want to date anyone so soon after Trey.

Diana left after giving me my orders, and I immediately started calling up Vad and Anne. I told them I was forming a group… a squad… of powerful girls who aren’t afraid to make a statement. I decided to coin us as the Bitch Squad. After searching through the list of other girls in the Selection, I decided to also call on Isabella Faulkner, whose modeling career made her enough of a celebrity to catch my eye, Seraphine Chamberlaine, whose ambition and fire seemed a good fit for the squad, and Kat Dempsey, who wasn’t a Two anymore, but who had the attitude of one, and whose scandal would certainly be enough of an attention-getter to make her a hot commodity. I figured I might need someone like her on my team. After getting responses from each of them agreeing to join me, the Bitch Squad was born.

It’s been almost a week since Diana’s so-called “pep talk” and the send-off is today. I have to go to yet another stupid event that the province of Angeles is throwing for me. It’s supposed to be a way for the people of Angeles to show their support for me and get to know me before I’m overcome by the fame of the Selection. Like the Selection is actually going to change me. I’m already famous, these people already know who I am. All this send-off is really doing is letting the people think that I’m just like them. I’m not. I’m not just “one of the people” I’m not an average “daughter of Illéa.” I’ve made a name for myself and earned the fame I have. Everyone knows my name and my face already, so I don’t even really know what the point is. But it’s tradition, so who am I to ruin that?

The send-off that Angeles decides to throw is an elegant dinner gala. At least they have some class. Some provinces just have the girls stand on a stage where people can stare at them or throw roses. I do my best to play nice at the gala, shaking hands with people, taking pictures with young girls who want to be me when they grow up, blowing kisses at all the boys heartbroken that I’m the Prince’s property now.

After the gala, I’m ushered directly to a limo to take me to an airport. Of course, I don’t really need to fly on a plane to get to the palace, since it’s only about an hour drive from my house, but again, it’s “tradition” for the ladies to fly in together. I meet the other girls at the airport and see that they’re all wearing the traditional white blouse and black trousers. At least for this tradition Diana got me out of it. As soon as the gala was ending, she had me change into a dress with a black lacy top and a white skirt. Opposite coloring to the other girls. Already she was making changes to help me stand out and to show the world that I’m not just one of the Selected; I am so much more than that.

Luckily, Kat is one of the other girls on the plane with me, and I am so grateful that at least one of my fellow Bitch Squad members is with me. It allows me to establish myself right off the bat as someone with friends and allies everywhere. The other girls on the plane, while all Twos, seem fairly insignificant to me. A few of them try to start conversations a couple times, but it dies off when I turn to Kat to talk instead.

When the plane lands, we’re immediately surrounded by adoring fans holding posters with our names on them. Some of the other girls are caught up by the attention, but it’s something I’m very used to, so I quickly make my way down the red carpet, signing a few autographs and talking some selfies along the way.

Maids and servants immediately rush over to us as we enter the palace and lead us to the Women’s Room for the makeovers. The stylists fawn over me for a few minutes, saying how much they love my hair, my eyes, my everything. They know they can’t change anything about me, since I have an image to uphold for my career, and I know they wouldn’t want to anyway. They give my hair a little extra curl and apply some more makeup before sending me off to find a dress. They take a few pictures of us and then we’re set free to mingle with each other. I quickly find the rest of my bitches and we form a circle to officially introduce ourselves and discuss our plans for the Selection.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye one of the other Selected approaching us hesitantly. I turn to appraise her. I don’t remember her name; she was probably someone I skipped right over when I was first looking for girls to invite to my squad, but at least after the makeover she looked fairly decent. Not like some of the girls who were definitely trying too hard. I squint my eyes at her. “Excuse me, who are you?” I ask.

The girl clears her throat and strengthens her back. Suddenly she seems more courageous and empowered, and I admire that. “I’m Charlotte. And I have a proposition for you.”

She tells me that even though she’s a Six, she recognizes that there will be groups, cliques, forming in this Selection. She doesn’t want to be part of a weak group, or left in the dust entirely. She says she can see the Bitch Squad for what it is: a group of powerful girls working together to strengthen our positions for during the Selection and after. And she wants in.

So we come to an agreement that she will do her best to support the members of the Bitch Squad when we need someone at our backs—or our feet—and in turn, we will help raise her societal status by association. I can certainly admire her ambition and her ability to recognize the Bitch Squad as the top dogs of the Selection.

That night, Vad and one of the others decide to plan a sleepover for all the girls. Personally, I find it idiotic to try to plan such a small scale party for thirty-five girls, but I know this is what Vad loves to do, so I must support her.

When I reach the party rooms—fashionably late, of course—I see the party is in full swing. And by swing I mean half the girls are literally swaying on their feet. They’re all completely drunk off their asses. I honestly can’t believe these girls are stupid enough to get drunk the night before they first meet the prince. Do they honestly believe a hangover is sexy or attractive? Trust me; been there, done that. Don’t need to do that again.

I stay as long as I can, just to show my support to Vad, but I honestly can’t stand the insane drunkenness of the girls. I assume it’s because most of them haven’t had the freedom or wealth to have much experience with alcoholic beverages, and went a little overboard with their first times. But that’s still no excuse. Everyone knows everything is better in moderation.

Eventually I can’t handle being bumped into by the girls who can’t even stand still on their own two feet, so I apologize to Vad and leave the “party” if you could even call it that. It felt more like a seedy bar at two in the morning, if you ask me.

As I leave the cacophony of the party behind, I try to think. There must be something more productive I could be doing with my time. My feet are already walking to my destination before my mind has fully processed the idea.

Once I reach the hall where the royals’ bedrooms are, I find myself a comfortable alcove and lie down in it with a faux casualty. I pull up my dress a little so my legs are slightly more accentuated, and I wait.

I don’t have to wait long, as Dom emerges from his room within a few minutes.

I pretend to not notice him and play with the hem of my dress.

“Uh, hello?” Dom asks.

I lift my eyes and feign a look of surprise. “Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there.”

“Did you come to find me?” He asks with a sly grin on his face as he takes a step closer to me.

I gasp and pretend to look insulted. “Of course not! That’s against the rules, isn’t it? I was simply looking for a place to rest. Walking around this huge palace can get so exhausting.”

Dom had been walking towards me even more as I spoke, and I began to sit up in the seat as well while he approached so that when I finished talking, our noses almost touched and we were at eye level.

“Well, if you really need a place to rest, my bedroom is right there. And my… bed,” Dom suggested.

I gulp. How far am I really willing to go with this? I really don’t want to sleep with him on the first night, but I don’t want it to seem that way. “I don’t think that would be very proper. After all, we haven’t even had our official introductions yet.”

“But I certainly know who you are already, Melody Nolan.”

I give him a smirk. “You don’t know everything about me. There’s so much more to learn.”

Dom smirks back. “I look forward to it.”

I quickly hop down from the alcove and turn my back on him. Once I’ve taken a few steps, I turn my head back to look at him. “See you soon, princeling.” I give him a smirk and a wink, then turn back and make my way back to my room.

Once back in my room, I shut the door quietly behind me and then sit down on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. That wasn’t so bad, right? A little minor flirtation is something I can handle. Before the introductions tomorrow, I’ll have to make a decision, though. Do I tell Dom about my plan or not? If I tell him, he may think I’m not here for him and eliminate me immediately. Or he may agree to it and I won’t have to worry about seriously trying to seduce him. If I don’t tell him, then he’ll think I’m actually here to win his heart, and will likely keep me a long time, but I may have to resort to doing things I may not actually want to do.

Decisions, decisions.

#challenge entry #pc2 #selectionoc

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transmigraticn · 7 years

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august 28th 1881

BIRTHSTONE: peridot ( the gem of spirit and expression )

Peridot is the National gem of Egypt. Ancient Egyptians knew it as “the gem of the sun.” In the middle ages, Europeans brought peridot stones back from the Crusades to decorate church plates and robes. Peridot was also known to ancient Hebrews and is listed both as one of the stones used by Aaron and found in the text of the apocalypse (Revelations). A few jewelry historians are now convinced that some, maybe all of the emeralds Cleopatra was famous for wearing, were not actually emeralds, but Peridots from Egypt. Anger is an emotion peridot has been known to be very beneficial for. The stone calms the nervous system, helping to dissolve emotional tensions and bringing balance to the system. It actually attracts love and calms raging anger from within. It alleviates jealousy, resentment, and spite, and reduces stress.

BIRTHFLOWER: gladiolus

Gladiolus is a striking flower with large vertical blossoms that comes in such colors as pink, red, white, yellow, and orange. It is also called the Sword Lily because its leaves look like swords (gladius means sword in Latin). The secret message conveyed by the Gladiolus in the Victorian era was "love at first sight", as its recipient’s heart was "pierced with love". Today it symbolizes sincerity, integrity, and strength of character.

CHINESE YEAR: the snake

Being born under the Chinese Zodiac Sign Snake people possess great wisdom and are percieved as being deep. Saying little but when they speak then it matters. Having good financial fortune is why they don't have to worry about money. Vanity, stingyness and selfishness are the bad traits of a Snake. Being conscious of their own good fortune Snakes have amazing sympathy and readiness to help for others not so well off. Snakes like to rely on their own judgement and hate being judged by others. This is why they have a tendency to ovedo things as a result. Great passion and intensity can be found in Snakes when you look under the surface. They hate to fail and have much determination in achieving their goals. Snakes ted to be good looking. Fickleness is the most common reason for relationship problems. / Quiet, wise, deep thinking, intuitive, vain, stingy, seem calm, intense, passionate, intuitive, regulated and shrewd.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: virgo

Virgos are known to be reliable, precise, organized, observant, analytical, thoughtful, and practical people. You possess a great mind, a personality full of charm, and are quite inquisitive- all traits that make for a person who is great to talk to. You are pure, your motives are honest ( ?? i mean ~for the greater good / the side of light~ type of honest?) and ambitious, and you make an excellent partner for work and social activities. You have a constant drive to analyze and improve everything- your determination is truly endless. People tend to look up to you as a friend, because you are a straight thinker and solve problems logically.

NATIVE AMERICAN ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: bear

You are practical, kind, precise, discerning, detailed, humble, analytical, trustworthy, and warm. You are quiet on the outside. As you go through life, you also quietly observe everything around you- people, places, things, and experiences, so you can achieve a higher understanding of life. You are on a quest for the perfection of your soul. When a steady friend is needed, you are the one called upon because of your level headed-ness and generosity. You are the voice of reason to many. You also have an enormous heart. Anyone you truly care for, you shower with a great deal of attention and love.

BIRTHTREE: pine tree ( the tree of peace )

You are poised, active, natural, friendly, practical, compassionate, and trustworthy. You are a health conscious person, and do everything in moderation. You are always doing something to move towards progress and success. You are aware of what you need emotionally, physically, and spiritually, to be happy. You crave harmony and peace and as such, with your compassionate nature, you love to help other people too. You have an active imagination and you enjoy writing.

feburary 14th 1998

BIRTHSTONE: amethyst ( the gem of peace and tranquility )

Amethyst is a part of royal gem collections all over the world, from ancient Egypt to the British crown jewels. For some time, true amethyst was valued equally with the diamond. The name amethyst derives from the ancient Greek word amethustos, meaning sober. It was said that an amethyst could instill a sober and serious mind. Amethyst was known as a gem that would bring forth the highest, purest aspirations of human kind. Chastity, sobriety, and control over one’s thoughts were all attributes heightened by wearing the stone. Amethysts are recommended to those who deal with stress a lot, such as people with an excessive work ethic who are unable to enjoy relaxation.

BIRTHFLOWER: violet

Violet is a delicate flower that appears at the end of February. It may come in shades of blue, mauve, or even yellow or cream. Violet denotes faithful love, humility and modesty. In the Victorian era, giving someone violets suggested "I’ll always be true". Dreaming of violets means that luck is coming your way, and that your future spouse will be younger than you. Violet is known as the state flower of Illinois, Wisconsin, New Jersey, and Rhode Island, and the official flower of Greece. It is also given on the 50th wedding anniversary.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: aquarius

Aquarians are witty, clever, honest, unassuming, knowledgeable, serious, and insightful. You often go about accomplishing goals in a quiet way. You are the person who tends to deviate from the crowd and are always seeking intellectual stimulation. You welcome change as boredom is your enemy. You will take up any cause, as you are the humanitarian of the zodiac. You are easy going and do not judge others. As such, you make many natural friendships. You are also quite artistic.

CHINESE YEAR: the tiger

You are passionate, enthusiastic, sociable, bold, ambitious, courageous, charismatic, confident, energetic and exciting. You are a lively, kind, funny and generous person. You have the ability to clearly see problems as they arise. You have a strong sense of independence and you go to extraordinary lengths to prove yourself. You are an excellent parent and a generous, inspiring friend. You love trying new things and taking risks. You will give your all to anything that inspires you. As such, your life is never dull as there is always something new awaiting you.

NATIVE AMERICAN ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: otter

You are independent, quirky, curious, imaginative, friendly, honest, inventive, courageous, tolerant, creative, perceptive, unconventional, soothing, sensitive, sympathetic, and original. You are in this world to immerse yourself in the fountain of knowledge- attaining wisdom is your ultimate goal, as you have a deep seated curiosity about everything. You have an unusual outlook on the world as you are highly intelligent and never stop analyzing things. You make a great friend because of your intuition, attentiveness, and honesty.

BIRTH TREE: cedar tree ( the tree of confidence )

You are self-confident, strong, vivacious, talented, industrious, determined, optimistic, adaptable, and a great speaker. You love luxury and everything around you to be of fine-quality. As such, you are determined to succeed and have the confidence to do so. You tend to be in good health and you never look down on others. You are blessed with the ability to make decisions quickly.

#*ABOUT #// albus's is more accurate than alwyn's (although ... give him time maybe he'll get there) but still #// lmao at alwyn having all the Purple Things

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norman-reedus-gossip-mod · 7 years

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Bulk... last one

Anon:I don’t think NR himself had to delete any hate comments (while filimg at the same time…). The (5 or 6) accounts hating on his IG were created solely to slander him. They got called out by a lot of people, they got reported by people like me for spamming and harassement. And the IG support deleted them rather quickly within hours so of course their posts were deleted, too.

Anon:I can’t help but think everyone wtf-ing over what’s going on with NR and DK is so similar to what happened when NR got with CS. Everyone was totally confused then too because he was spending as much time as possible with her while simultaneously denying her existence. I’m seeing a pattern here.

Anon:Since I’m new to all this “gossip”, I have a question about this anon in your bulk, “Sadly he is still in his fwb with her and the other lady who we won’t name out of respect even tho he wants more with her” OK, fwb is DK, but who is the other lady? Is it an old g/f? I’m so lost, help. ~~mod~~ not sure. try one of the blind gossip site its probably something to do with a reveled blind.

Anon:This is for the fans who comment “don’t assume things, let them have privacy, he has to keep quiet to protect her”. Read this carefully. It is FACT, not speculation, that DK pays paps and tabloids for those pics and articles. The pic of her leaving NYC was set up, down to her accessories. And the Barcelona pap pic. They could easily have privacy, just dont tip off the paps! She clearly wants to go public, he doesn’t. So NR fans worried about his privacy should take it up with Diane!

Anon:Wow, for fans of NR you all sure don’t give him credit for being a loyal friend. You think he will dump her just because a handful of hateful fans are hurt? What kind of friend would that be? And I will never get how you all KNOW she paid for the pap shots. Did you see the receipt for the job? Someone got lucky and sold those shots to TMZ. That’s all. Why don’t you let him have a life? She may not be someone who you would pick but you didn’t. He did.

Anon:I understand nobody on this blog likes to believe blinds but the truth is they have all been right all along and today they are saying DK was allowed to Spain on a drunk upset promise from Norman if she did not call the paps. She broke that promise. Apparently she 100% called the paps and there is stuff the source cannot reveal at the moment but something big went down.~~mod~~ its not that I or we don’t believe , it just something they are right, sometimes wrong, made completely up or is a combo of all of them. just like any gossip site. Grain of salt.

Anon:Hi mod, i have a question!! Daily Mail also published some DK pictures in Barcelona. Do you think she paid them?~~mod~~ possible or they picked it up from Just Jared.

Anon:I know your bulk post is already gonna be a little crazy, but the one thing I find odd is this. DK and N were seen like once together last year, if they’ve been hiding a secret relationship, wouldn’t there be more photographic proof? If they are doing the hippity dippity, it’s got to be a recent development. Am I extremely naive for thinking this?~~mod~~ not naïve at all. everyone has their own take on what they thing is going on based on what we can see

Anon:This poor guy will NEVER be able to have any kind of normal relationship with anyone. Most of these rabid fans, deep down, are shitting bricks BECAUSE THEY think they will one day have some random chance with NR. Seriously..what the fuck other reason is there? He doesn’t owe anyone one fucking bit of explanation. You DO NOT KNOW THE MAN AND WILL NEVER ON A PERSONAL LEVEL. No wonder he takes Cookie with him everywhere. Some of you sound fucking dangerous. I don’t blame him.

Anon:NR and DK have been spotted together more and more frequently in the past few months. Do you think it’s on purpose? As in their way to test the waters and see how people will react to their relationship? Or do you think they are just recently starting to see each other more often and becoming closer?

Anonymous said: DK may be awesome, she may be a b***h. I don’t know, but I do think NR is disrespecting her. She dated JJ. This isn’t her first time around the block. She gets the internet hate, it’s not new to her. She is worth more than Norman. She hasn’t hid her previous relationships. Why now? To protect NR? Ridiculous. She is hiding her idenity in a hoodie? He needs to man up and accept her. He’s not that famous. I say this as a Norman fan, but also as a woman.~~mod~~ fair point

Anon: Going through the comments on all the sites posting NR & DK fiasco.. the one consistency is that N is a drinker, has to be carried out of bars and this is as early as last summer. Lots of mean posts about his looks and hygiene and his love of the younger women at cons. I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’ve never seen this much hate that isn’t in connection with the whole affair (or whatever it is). Makes me sad.

Anon:I dunno about this. I don’t think Norman is lying. I don’t think he would put out an official statement saying they were just friends if he were going to be immediately caught in that being a lie just two weeks later. I can’t explain her behavior but unless they officially come out I don’t know if this is anything other than a publicity stunt going horribly wrong.

Anon: In which galaxy is it a bad thing to remove abusive posts from your own sm accounts? The entitlement is strong in these people. They want access to his private life, they want to dictate his private life, they want their abusive messages all over his sm. Jesus. They need to back away from their keyboards because this isn’t normal behavior. Its very ironic as they’re the ones saying he’s a terrible person yet they are spouting threats and abuse and having obsessive and intrusive behaviors.

Anon: Honestly, the reason N won’t admit to a relationship is because his ego is as big as his bank account. All the little girls will stop liking him and he’ll have no fans. Stop being a pussy Norman, own up to it and maybe you’ll gain respect because you were honest!

Anon: When Norman is silent on the DK situation he gets berated by “fans” saying he needs to man up and stop trying to hide. When he does speak up and his reps say they are just friends he gets accused of being a liar and trying to deceive fans. If he came out and said they were in a romantic relationship he would be dragged for having a bad taste in women and be called a fool and a cheat. He literally cannot win. There is no outcome that would make these “fans” happy. I feel so sorry for Norman.

sissibr69 : What did you want him to say in the press release? I like this girl and to have sex with her, who is also wanting, but at that moment we do not want to, or we can not have a commitment and we continue to have sex and see what will happen ….?You do not say that in a press release, you could only say they were just friends. If he had done that, he would have been unkind and mean to her.Normam Reedus likes so much of controversy, that we have in another site another rumor reserve waiting for us, with another person, who is a real novel and is connected to this.Talk bad, but talk about me. I think that’s the current relationship status of this couple.I like him, he seems like a nice guy. I do not think you’re a liar or a cheater.This is his best blog and Mod you are what makes the job more serious and free as a moderator. Congratulations! ~~mod~~ are you flirting with me sissibr69? I like it

hifilightslow: You are a saint if you read though those bulk posts. I couldn’t stop cackling. Those pics of DK are fab. I wish she would have went with the black glasses that have the fake nose and mustache though to keep herself incognito. Oh well maybe next time.~~mod~~ dead

Anon:Well, Feralcatpro has had some very telling IG posts since Sunday … can’t help but think it’s related to the DK/NR debacle. And I think HC put DK on notice by liking her pic. She’s watching you, DK.

Anon:So Mod, what’s your verdict after Spain. Do you think they are indeed dating and in a relationship. I think I am the only person who really does believe they are just good friends that hang out.~~mod~~ you not the only one. I don’t have a verdict. mainly because I don’t care, is that bad. whatever they are or aren’t doing it just looks weird.

Anon:Mod I think it was a publicity stunt for her. Ppl are saying that they were trying to hide and it’s not true b/c Norman took fan photos with DK there like he was showing that he had NOTHING to hide. The fans calling her his gf were just assuming that b/c he was with a woman. DK then goes and strolls the streets of Barcelona (which isn’t hiding no matter how much she wanted it to look like she was) so this sounds like a piss poor publicity stunt gone wrong and has made Norman look TERRIBLE.~~mod~~ he needs a nap maybe

Anon:Very interesting …. Helena liked DK’s throwback modeling photo. Wonder if that’s her subtle way of saying she’s watching her? Also, Liz has been posting some pretty interesting messages. Just an observation.

Anon:I wonder if Norman could give Diane some tips on how to give the paparazzi the slip? I mean he’s never papped in NYC at his place, Best Buy, where the f***ever. Fan pics sure but no paps. Diane apparently gets followed on her own street, doing her laundry every week, in NYC, LA, Spain! In fact the only time all year NR was papped for tabloids was while in a parking garage with DK…right after the paps had caught her alone on the street. Crazy, right?! Those paps sure do seem obsessed w/DK! 😒~~mod~~ is this sarcasm. are you making a funny anon

Anon:Maybe unpop opinion but what did Norman say or do in Spain that was shady? He said DK is “just a friend”. She was there/on his bike while he was with fans. How is that being shady? Meanwhile, it’s *Diane* who 1) got a NYC pap pic w/her luggage 2) showed on IG she was in Europe 3) Got her pap shot “hiding” in Spain 5) Has a deal w/DM for every article. Fandom: Ever wondered why there are never “Norman sneaks to meet Diane” pics or Norman-centric tabloid articles? Why the focus is DK? Wake up.

Anon:if you were lucky to be dating NR and it wasdecided by the two of you that being discreet is necessary because the celebrity status needed to be managed due to professional impact would you wear the same identifiable clothing that your were pap in NY in Spain while you were with him in public? You would if you wanted the world to know it’s me folks, DK. All the lies are now truths and then some. NR needs to get his shit straight. His publicist looks like a freakin idiot and lousy professional.

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