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Chapter 3

Yandere Teacher Nanami x Student Reader

Warning: Abuse, Smut, Abduction, Violence, Rough play, toxic behavior, age gap, everything from all above. Mainly from his point of view...somewhat... modern au- idk. College teacher x student.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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He could hear the voice of his fellow female colleague, trying to get his attention. He could hear her light heels speeding up against the floors, "Mr. Nanami? Could you help me with the new test sheets? I have to print a lot and my students are going to come in a few minutes." He rolled his eyes. Not the first time his colleague asked for help even though it was her responsibility to do so herself.

"You were supposed to have them ready the day before," he turned around to face, having his head tilted a bit. He had things to do, and he was a busy man so when someone came in and stopped him, it irritated him dearly.

"I know, but I got caught with the time." She placed her hand on his biceps, she looked at him with a sad expression on her face, "Please."

At that moment he saw another colleague, "Mr. Yamagachi, can you help Miss. Ito with her work?"

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Yamagachi is busy." She smiled letting out a bit of laughter.

"So am I. Next time plan more so you can actually do your job." Nanami turned back around and exited the building. He got into his nice car and drove off.

He pulled up to his new two-story house brick, victorian, home. He closed the dark brown wood door behind him, dropping his briefcase on the floor. He took off his tan blazer off, hanging on the coat rack at the corner of the front entrance. He opened the door to his office and placed his items on the desk. He pinched the bridge of his glasses, pulling them off his face. As he sat down on his chair, his head swung back making him stare at the ceiling. He side-eyed his computer, moving the mouse to turn it on. quickly logging in and going through his gallery. He saw the portfolio of pictures and images of you. Pictures that he took of you during his class. They weren't clear pictures, mostly blurry due to the fact that he had to zoom through the lens to take the pic of you and no one else. A perk of having a bunch of students that don't pay attention is that students won't notice Nanami, sneaking, pulling out his phone, and taking a few pics of you. He made it seem like he was just using his phone, scrolling through whatever. Sure, he has the photo of you that you took when you got your school ID, but it just wasn't enough.

He looked around his desk and imagined the empty space to be filled with pictures of you and him together. Pictures of you holding children. If he wanted to go through this, he needed a nice home. A home that resembles having a family with plenty of rooms and space. He got up and went towards the master bedroom. He walked over to the windows, opening the white curtain revealing a big wood board that covered the whole window, behind the board was another set of white curtains. He tugged on the board to test the strength and smiled to himself to see how secure it was. It wasn't a permanent thing, he'll eventually take it off once you are comfortable. He doesn't even how you'll react towards this, towards him. Are you going to scream? Are you going to try and escape? Or are you going to accept him a be the perfect wife for him? Questions that he wants clear answers to, but the only thing he can get is theories.

He went towards the bed, tugging on the rope that was tied to the headboard, again smiling to himself on how secure it was. He quickly swept the empty side of the closet so it was ready for all of your things. He dusted off half of the empty drawers, ready to be stuffed with your undergarments. The room is fairly large. A nice comfy armrest chair in the corners with a matching stool at the front. The bed, a king-size bed, perfectly centered, the headboard up against the while, and two nightstands on either side of the bed. On the other side, across from the bed, is a door that leads to the bathroom. He picked up the brown, paper, bag from the chair and opened the door to the bathroom. He grabbed all the items from the brown, paper, bag and placed them on the bathroom counter. He crumbled the paper bag and tossed it in the trash. He placed the extra toothbrushes and toothpaste in one of the drawers. He placed the box of pads under the bathroom sink. All hygiene products, he placed them in their designated spot; shampoo, body wash, conditioner, and body scrub. He went back to the room and placed all other products into the white vanity that he built and got for you; hair brush, moisturiser, sunscreen, all types of serums, spray facial mist, hair ties, hair oils, hair blow dryer, lip oils, lip balms, and some nail polishes. The cashier who scanned of of his items was calling him sweet for getting all of this for his significant other. Nanami smiled and thanked her. It was sweet, so you would be happy to be here, right?

He quickly cleaned the rest of the house, settling everything in. Tidying up the kitchen and living room, leaving everything simple and clean. Of course, things can change once you're here. If you want to move things around or add things, Nanami made sure to keep it simple that way you can add your personal touch to the house. Nanami, resting on the couch, turning on the flat-screen TV, resting on top of the fireplace, pulled out his phone and went through your social media post. He never used social media, but he knew he was to get to know you a lot more, so he quickly downloaded them and made fake names. You kept things private so it was a hard time for him to get through, you had friends and relatives who weren't private and who posted things about you. He saw posts that your friends and relatives have put out like the day they took you to celebrate your birthday at a restaurant or when you went to the movies and they posted a 'best day ever' selfie with you in the background. He was lucky to remember the people you talked to when he saw you at the college campus or else he wouldn't know more about you.

He went through many scenarios in his head. Was this the right thing to do? Is this necessary? Would it be easier if he just talked to you and confessed his feelings towards you? After all, what's the worst that can happen? Him being rejected? No. He just can't accept that.

Not when he could feel your body heat as he leaned closer to you, hovering over you. "I'm having trouble with this one Mr. Nanami?"

He placed his hands in front of you almost caging you in. Your back was turned to him as you were sitting down, staring at the question with a wooden pencil in your hand. You were so oblivious about everything it made Nanami go feral. He leaned closer to you, his mouth near your neck, "What are you not understanding, sweetheart?"

"Which formula am I supposed to use when they didn't give the percent number on how much it's been missing?" You said, rereading the question in your head.

"Which one do you think would work the best when one variable is missing, love." His cock felt like it was going to explode with cum on how close and how cute you were to him. He loved this. He enjoyed this.

"This one?" You pointed to one of the formulas tilting your head a bit.

Nanami smiled, "Yes, correct. You're doing amazing." His lips parted, feeling his crotch area getting tight. He thought he was able to control himself by now but clearly, he wasn't. He was thankful that the chair was blocking his hard boner from your back or else his plan was going to come to an end and all of his hard work would've gone to the trash. he saw the way you quickly solved the question of how easily you cached on. His high hopes were showing. Maybe it wouldn't be hard?

Days would go by and eventually, you fully understood everything he had taught you that you miss. You asked Nanami if you were ready to retake the test and he was trying to insist that it's okay to take more time to study, but you told Nanami that you are ready. Nanami enjoyed these moments he had with you even though you had no idea what was going on, he didn't want it to end. He needed you.

He knew that his time was coming close, so when he saw you outside the campus building, sitting on one of the benches, he walked up to you. "Everything alright, (Y/n)?"

You looked up from your phone, "Yes, I'm just waiting for my cab"

"Well," he looked around to find no one. The time stamp during this moment is where there are fewer students, and less crowded. "If you want, I can take you? I'm heading out for my lunch break, I can take you home." You weren't really sure about it. Nanami could see that you were hesitant. "It'll be no problem. Besides you most likely have things to do. Don't want to waste time waiting, right?"

"Right. Okay." You got up, quickly canceling your ride." Thank you, Mr. Nanami." You followed him to his. He opened the passenger side for you. When you got inside his car you were quite surprised at how neat and clean his car was. "You have a nice car, sir."

"Really? I mean, it's just a car in average condition." He said, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Well, I guess I've never seen a guy keeping his car in good shape." You said, trying not to keep things awkward between the both of you. You never head a teacher driving you home or anywhere. Yes, you went inside strangers' cars, mainly cab and Uber drivers that you contacted before, but never someone that you sort of knew and definitely never a teacher.

"Never seen a guy have a clean car?" He questioned, giving you glances.

"No. My ex-boyfriend was really messy. He always had a messy and smelly car." You clutched your bag close to you.

Nanami felt his throat a bit dry. His hands were gripping the steering wheel. "Ex-boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I used to date this one guy. He was my first boyfriend. We only lasted like three months so I wouldn't really call him a boyfriend. We hardly did anything together." You said. You looked out at the window and realized something. "Wait," Nanami pulled over to a curb in an area where it was isolated, and pulled out a white cloth while you stared out at the window, "I never even told you where I lived, I liv-" You couldn't finish the sentence because Nanami quickly covered your mouth.

The cloth had two pills in it, "That's it." Nanami felt his arm getting slapped repeatedly by you. He could hear your muffled screams, which made him pull you closer, lifting your head up so the pills could go down. You felt the small pills going down your throat. You felt like you were going to choke, so you had no choice, but to swallow them. It was painful and soon you felt weak. "Good girl." Eventually, you fell into your sleep. He got your phone and took out the memory card and battery before tossing it out. Nanami continued to drive off.

He pulled up to the house and parked in the garage that was connected to the house. He opened his door and quickly went towards yours. He opened the passenger door and carried you out bridal style. He entered the home and headed upstairs. He placed you on the bed and quickly tied your hands with the ropes that were tied to the headboard.

He finally took a deep breath, falling down on the bed next to you. He looked over his side and stared at you. He stared at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat slowing down a bit. His palms began to feel less shaky and the sweat forming finally calmed down.

He sat up covering his face with his hands. "What the hell am I doing?" He got up and paced around the room staring at your unconscious body. He got on the bed and hovered over you. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered to you. He placed his hand on your waist, " You're doing this to me." He placed a light kiss on your lips.

He got up and headed down to the kitchen and decided to make a light sandwich. After he finished he went to the car and gathered the rest of your things. He went through your bag and found your wallet. He found your IDs and cards.

He heard light noises coming from upstairs. He got up from the chair and placed the cards on the kitchen table. The closer he got to the second floor the more he could hear more of the noises and groaning. He opened more of the bedroom door and saw you opening your eyes. You moved to your side buring your face into your hands. He saw the way you peeked at the entrance and saw him which made you quickly sit up. He saw the way tears were forming in your eyes. You curled yourself up, bringing your knees up to your chest. " Please don't hurt me."

He shut the door behind him.

"Please."

He walked closer to you. "I won't hurt you."

"Where am I?"

"You're at home. With me."

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In love with all you fics! Ugh I’ve read them multiple times bcs I can’t get enough of them. I was wondering if you could do one where Max is with Kelly (or just a random OC with a kid) but has a baby girl with the reader. The readers daughter is doubting Max’s love for her since she sees how much time he spends with his girlfriend child. And the reader and Max don’t exactly have the best relationship since it was only supposed to be a one night stand but they are now bonded for life. Can the reader be very shy, understanding of Max’s situation and caring but when it comes to her baby she takes out her claws. Idk I just love me some f1!Dad lol The reader can either end up with Max or another driver I just want some good angst with a fluff ending 🥲

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Pairing: dad!max verstappen x female reader

Warnings: Language, mentions and implication of sex, mention of pregnancy.

a/n: in a hypothetical, unrealistic world where i have a child with Max, my only request would be for jos to stay tf away from my kid💀 i switched kelly with an oc cause i don’t feel comfortable writing about irl partners in situations like these. anyway, i hope you enjoy this! Feedback is appreciated… (i’m happy u enjoy my writing, anon!!💕)

“Pa” is dutch for “dad” apparently…

All throughout your life, there's always been one sentence that felt provocative and almost stupid, one that was widely known, widely repeated and reused, ringing in your ear as it rolled off different tongues, with different tones and accents but the same challenging certainty crippling behind its words.

"Your whole life can change in a day." People would insist and you would absolutely refuse to believe in such saying, until you found yourself staring at a positive pregnancy test that was definitely supposed to come out negative; at least you were hoping and praying that it would.

Instead, the plus sign felt like a mocking nemesis, pointing a ridiculing finger at you and laughing its heart out as the memories from over a week ago played, replayed, and rewinded in your mind like a broken record you couldn't stop the spin of. The only thing left for you to see was the hazy, blurry image of Max on top of you as the two of you engaged in a drunken mistake that left its permanent mark on your lives in the form of a child.

Was it exactly the right time for a baby to show up in your life? No, far from it, but that mistake ended up giving you the most precious gift of your lifetime, a baby girl that quickly became the one person in this wicked world that you'd be more than ready to defend with your blood and life.

Fast forward four years, it was safe to say that little Lilly Verstappen was the center of your world and the most important person in your life by a long shot. She was a ball of sunshine that lit up your days with the smallest of smiles and a tiny glimpse of her sparkling blue eyes.

Her features were a mix of you and Max. It was like she chose the best out of each of her parents and adopted it as her own.

At the time, telling Max that you were pregnant was the most nerve wracking thing you'd ever done, rightfully so since the two of you were merely friends that hooked up, acquaintances that didn't exactly get along smoothly but shared a night together as more of an accurate description. There is no denying that the both of you freaked out about the outcome but Max was supportive nonetheless. Sure, everything between you and him was tense but he was still just as understanding as you were. Eventually, you had come to the conclusion that parenting a child together wouldn't be the worst thing. You'd be able to manage it.

He gets to see her on his free days where he's home and you get to keep her when he's away, bar a few weekends where he invited you to watch the grand prix so his daughter could watch him race, as per her own request a few months after after she started talking.

However, it should've been obvious that things were too smooth sailing for the peace to last. You, Max and Lilly often dined together from time to time to give her the best out of a not so ideal situation, a taste of having both her parents by her side at the same time. Many afternoons were spent with you over at Max's apartment or his at yours with toys spread out on the floor and the three of you entertaining Lilly as best as you could, sometimes even putting her to sleep together only to fall into a tense and awkward silence that threatened to explode within seconds when her eyes would fall shut. Despite everything, things had went as far as taking road-trips together and enjoying your daughter's sweet moments and giggles on the way to whatever destination Max planned to surprise her with.

To put it briefly, besides the bond Max shared with his daughter, you were now somewhat used to his presence. To a certain degree, the lines of just co-parenting that you agreed on had blurred.

All was perfectly well until Max sat you down and told you he was dating someone and that she had a kid as well, both of you questioning how his time with Lilly would be affected by the presence of another woman, Valerie and another child around. He told you that maybe they can be friends, the other kid also being a girl, Ella and just a few months older than Lilly.

That conversation happened around a year ago and while there never was any bad blood between you and Max's girlfriend, it seemed like things weren't as smooth sailing on Lilly's side.

One day, as Max dropped off Lilly at your place, you noticed a frown on your daughter's face, her hand up to her mouth as she bit her nails with her head slightly bowed. It was an unmistakable expression.

"Is everything okay?" You asked Max as you picked Lilly up, her arms wrapping around your neck immediately.

"She seems a little upset but she wouldn't tell me why." He explained, reaching over and fluffing Lilly's hair.

"You don't wanna say goodbye to pa, angel?" He asked her softly.

She twisted in your arms and wrapped him in a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek while he smiled and rubbed her back.

"Bye-bye, pa." Her small voice spoke.

"I will see you in a week, princess. Okay?"

With that and a small nod from Lilly, Max left, closing the door behind him as you carried your daughter inside, into the living room where she got preoccupied with a coloring book and some pencils while you eyed her attentively as she began scribbling onto the already messy pages.

"Hey, Lilly." You called to catch her attention, "How was your time with pa, sweetie?"

Moving to sit by her side, you pulled her onto your lap, brushing her soft blonde hair behind her ears. She carried the coloring book over and kept coloring as you kissed her head.

"It was okay." She replied with a small shrug.

"What did you do? Did you have fun with him?"

She smiled and nodded, "He got us ice-cream and i helped him to train then we we played with Poot and small cars." She gushed, tossing one coloring pencil on the floor and hopping off to grab her purple teddy bear at the mention of his name.

"That's good, princess." You watched her dig through her bag for the bear, in your mind a million different thoughts because she still wasn't acting normally.

Usually, she'd be gushing about her time with Max when he dropped her off, talking, telling and retelling you every detail until she fell asleep but it seemed like you had to pull the information out of her this time, and coupled with the upset face she had on earlier, it left you suspicious.

Figuring you'd have to find out about what went wrong in a different way, you decided to change the subject.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Following that and her answer to the question, the two of you headed for the kitchen where she sat by the table in the corner, drawing on loose papers while you cooked for the two of you, then you told Lilly to put away her pens and papers in her room and you set the table to eat when she came back.

The night went smoothly after dinner. You got Lilly to shower then dried her hair before putting her to bed early for school tomorrow then left her room to retrieve the laundry from the dryer, folding each item neatly and separating the clothes into two stacks, yours and Lilly's.

On your way to your room, you stopped by your daughter's room to drop off her clothes.

Not wanting to disturb her slumber, you placed the stack on her desk and figured you'd just put them away tomorrow morning. However, as you picked the laundry basket back up, you noticed some interesting drawings on some of the papers on the desk.

With a deep set frown twisting your expression, you picked up the papers, tossed them in the basket and rushed to your room.

Laundry was long forgotten as you launched yourself onto your bed with Lilly's drawings in your hand.

Paper after paper, you scanned her various drawings of stick figures. Each one was drawn in a different color and you knew your daughter enough to know who each color symbolized.

A purple stick figure with blonde, or rather yellow hair was always drawn at a distance from everyone else, often times at the bottom corner of the page, with a sad expression drawn onto its face.

Your heart shattered because purple was her favorite color. Purple was her.

The other people portrayed were often holding hands, two tall figures on the sides with a smaller one in the middle.

The only other time someone was drawn alongside the purple stick figure on the bottom was in one drawing and the person symbolized was taller than the one in purple and was scribbled in dark green, a color you often chose to buy your things in.

You were bewildered as you stared at the papers, dropped them on the mattress then picking them up again to stare some more.

Was Lilly feeling neglected when she spent time with Max?

Every additional detail you noticed in the drawings angered you more, especially her attempt the draw a tongue poking out of the smaller stick figure between the two tall ones, Ella presumably.

While the little girl always seemed polite and harmless, it wasn't a secret how mean children could be.

You'd have to talk to Max about this.

Within seconds, your phone was in your clutch, ready to call Lilly's father but something stopped you. You needed to ask Lilly about her drawings first, about how things were between her and Max and how things were between her and Ella.

The plush mattress welcomed you with open arms as you fell back onto it, sighing heavily as the thought of your daughter feeling left out. Needless to say, it was a sleepless night for you. You sat in bed, pondering the possible situations and conversations you'd have to have in the morning.

You just hoped it would all work out at the end, that everything you were assuming would be just that, assumptions, because you might be completely understanding of Max's relationship and job, but nothing would be stopping you from defending your daughter and making sure she's getting the treatment and care she deserves.

Max was so insistent that he wanted to be in her life, wanted to be her dad, so he better be acting like it.

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At sunrise, you were up and so was Lilly, tired eyes watching you as she ate her breakfast at the kitchen table and you prepared her school lunchbox. Despite complaints and grumblings, she had gotten dressed and sat in front of you for you to do her hair.

However, as you rushed through the different morning chores and rituals, only one thing was on your mind. How the hell we you supposed to bring up last night's subject to Lilly in a way that wouldn't cause her to repress whatever was happening?

Max usually called before school to chat with her a bit and say good morning. After the phone call would be a perfect opportunity.

A few minutes later, you grabbed your car keys and your daughter bag and just like always, as you headed for the front door, your phone rang and Max's name flashed on the screen.

You handed Lilly the phone and she immediately answered, pressing the device to her ear while the two of you walked to the car, your hand holding onto her free one.

In the silence of the vehicle, you listened in on the conversationsr as you started driving.

"Choco corn flakes and milk." Lilly's small voice replied to Max who was probably asking her about her breakfast.

"No, pa. I didn't have homework. I was with you yesterday, silly." A small giggle echoed in the car.

...

The conversation went on for a few minutes, leaving you about 10 other to interrogate Lilly.

"Daddy says hi to you." She smiled at you and handed you the phone when she hung up.

"Oh. Daddy is the best, isn't he?" You tested with a false grin.

"Yeah." Lilly hummed half heartedly and you gripped onto that loose thread as you took a left turn.

"You have fun with him and Ella when you're at his place?"

"Yes, mommy. But pa and Ella have more fun together." She shrugged her shoulders, "They laugh so much, sometimes i don't know why. Maybe he loves her more, because he wants to marry her mommy."

Your heart broke at the way her voice shifted from cheery to dull and tinged with disappointment. From what you saw, Max was a good father, but obviously you couldn't be there for all the time he spends with Lilly so you clearly can't be sure of how well he's fulfilling the role of a dad.

You slowed the car down a little. Some delay from school wouldn't be much of a deal, especially in this case.

"You don't like being at pa's place? Does he not play with you?" You asked cautiously, not wanting to feed into the idea that Max doesn't love her as much as he loves Ella, because despite that statement being the main thought claiming your mind, you wouldn't want to lead Lilly to believe in that further.

"I just get bored sometimes, when pa is with Ella or Valerie. But it's okay. I'm a big girl and big girls sit alone like grown ups sometimes."

You hummed to show her you were listening and miraculously, she carried on talking, "I know pa loves Valerie but she's a meanie. She shouts all the time."

Your heart was beating increasingly fast, "She does, baby? Has she ever shouted at you?"

"No." She replied too fast.

"Lilly, don't lie to mommy. No one is allowed to scream at you, princess so if anyone does, you need to tell me." You said with a gentle voice.

"Sometimes she shouts at me... but it's okay, because she shouts at Ella too."

Just as she spit that out, you pulled up in front of her school, your heart heavy with Lilly's thoughts now and your mind turbulent with worry over your daughter's feelings. You were already planning Max's murder... and maybe Valerie's.

You dropped her off and drove back home like a mad woman. Before even making your way up to your apartment, your phone was against your ear, ringing as you waited for Max to pick up.

"What's up?" His chill voice asked.

"We need to talk. Come over." You hung up and stormed upstairs.

The half hour it took Max to arrive and knock at you door seemed to last forever and ever but when the doorbell finally rang and echoed through the apartment, you swung it open harshly and was met with confused blue eyes and furrowed brows.

"What's happening? Is Lilly okay?"

"Get in, Max." You gestured inside and moved out of the way.

Max was clueless and confused as he walked inside the familiar, calm apartment and sat down on the couch centering the living room, looking behind him to watch as you walked over and sat in a loveseat on his side, a troubled, unsettling look on your face.

"Look, i don't wanna come off as rude but you out of all people know that i will always go out of my way and try my hardest to protect Lilly and make sure she's happy." You started lightly, making Max slightly nervous. He leaned forward so his arms were resting on his knees, his expression showing hints of worry now as he gaped at you.

"What? Protect her from what exactly? I don't understand." He asked.

"Are Lilly and Ella on good terms?" A blunt question left your mouth.

Max's eyes widened for a mere second as he absorbed the shock of such interrogation. In his head, he searched through all the memories he had of the two young girls together, no red flags making themselves known. He was wondering where all of this was coming from too.

"I don't think i've seen them disagree or fight. Why?" He answered but you didn't acknowledge his question.

"What exactly do you guys do when Lilly's staying at your place? How do you pass time?" You felt like a detective and you hated it but you needed to know everything, needed Max to know how his daughter felt and see his reaction to it, see if he was taking his role as her dad seriously.

"Like normally, really. Breakfast, playing, training, lunch, a drive around or a walk, maybe going to a park, then dinner and just some sitting around before going to bed. You need to tell me if something is wrong." He explained then returned back to wondering why did it seem so urgent that he comes over if this is what you wanted to talk about.

"Max, do you pay attention to Lilly's mood when she's with you?" Desperation and frustration were starting to lace your voice and slip out between words as you watched Max frown.

"Why do i feel like you're hiding something and throwing accusations? I'm Lilly's dad. I need to know if something is going on." He started getting angry.

"Are you acting like it? You practically begged to be in her life. You repeated it a thousand fucking times that you can be the dad she deserves. Are you actually doing that?" You got up and found yourself pacing behind the couch where Max was sat.

"What the hell? What the fuck makes you think i'm not properly taking care of her? Fucking tell me." He turned in his seat to look at your constantly moving figure, his eyebrows raised and his mouth agape in a mix of anger and confusion.

"She did, Max! She made me think that." You shouted, "She was saying things like how it's okay that she sits alone and gets bored and, fuck- just feeling left out."

"What?" He was shocked, the words you said making him stand to his feet, properly turning around to look at you.

"Look, i've always been understanding of your job, of your relationship, of the presence of another child in your life but never, never will i ever tolerate knowing my daughter is feeling left out and alone when she's with you. I grew up feeling that way, lonely and i sure as fuck won't allow that to happen to Lilly." You were furious with how calm he was about this while your blood was a mere celsius away from boiling. Not once in your life were you ever this angry but when Lilly was on the line, you were a different person.

"I promise you, i never leave her alone." He defended.

"Then why did she say you love Ella more than her? Tell me why?" You shouted, "You want to be her dad, act like it!" You were teetering close on the edge of loosing all composure and control.

"I'm trying!" He shouted back, "You gotta keep it in mind that this is new to me. This is my first time having a kid of my own! Just because you so naturally adjusted to it, it doesn't mean that it's gonna come so effortlessly for me too. I'm trying to make the best out an unconventional and weird situation, I'm really trying to be a good dad for Lilly."

You fell silent and leaned against the back of the couch, rubbing at your forehead out of stress, the wrinkles of a frown creasing your skin as your thoughts raced.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a fidgety Max.

He cared. You didn't know him that much but you definitely knew him enough to realize and see that. He was clearly trying but was also failing at some part of the whole parenting role without even realizing.

Like he said, having a child was something that both of you were continuously getting used to so, to some degree, you couldn't blame him.

"We should stop screaming at each other. It wouldn't be good to go back to fighting." He referred to the earlier days before the hookup and the pregnancy, where you and Max in the same room inevitably meant an incoming explosion.

"Yeah." You muttered, "Yeah, you're right."

You eyed him cautiously, not knowing where to go from here.

Luckily, he gave you a small smile and patted the space beside him on the couch, "Come here. We need to figure out a solution. I really want the best for Lilly."

You sighed and allowed your shoulders to drop, ignoring the little tingling in your heart at the way Max was smiling at you. You just took a seat at a comfortable distance from him, slacking against the back cushions of the sofa and pulling a pillow into your lap for comfort, all while Max watched your moves attentively.

"Tell me what she said first. We need to figure out where things went to shit first, right?"

"Yeah, that's a good call." You confirmed as you picked at the skin by your nails, "She said that you and Ella have more fun together, that you laugh more and she doesn't know why..."

"Okay..."

"That you love Ella more because you're in love with her mother. I think that's the thing that i hated hearing, because i understand not being able to give her your undivided attention all the time but i just don't want her to feel like her dad is favoring someone else over her, you know?" You teared up at the thought of Lilly not having the assurance that both her parents love her.

Taking notice of your glistening eyes, Max patted your shoulder, taking you by surprise. It had you thinking how weird it, two people who have literally seen and touched almost all of each other's bodies at some point, being so awkward about a touch to the shoulder that lasted maybe a total of 3 seconds.

"We'll figure it out. Lilly will always be my priority. I will make up for everything, i promise." He reassured, breaking you out of your thoughts, "One more question, because i need to know this to figure out a plan."

You sighed, "Okay... Shoot."

"Is she fighting with Ella? Like... Do they get along okay? Did she mention anything about their relationship?"

You cringed at that. You were gonna have to tell him about the way Valerie plays into this.

"What?" He questioned once he noticed your expression, "What is it? They don't get along, do they?" He asked and watched you struggle to put words together.

"She didn't mention Ella much." You started.

"Okay..." He frowned, "I've never heard or seen them fight so i kind of knew that."

"Yeah..." You hesitated, "Max, do you remember how we agreed to never shout at Lilly? And to never let anyone shout at her either?"

He nodded.

"Valerie kinda... screamed at her, but she thinks it's okay because Ella gets screamed at too." You said with a low voice.

"What?" Max was surprised, "I talked to her many times about our rules that we follow with Lilly and she told me she respects that."

You sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say while Max's head raced with how much he hadn't been noticing about the time his daughter spent at his place.

He wanted his house to feel comfortable for Lilly, for her to feel just as at home as she did in your apartment, so he couldn't really help thinking that he failed at that, failed at reserving enough attention to his daughter.

"Do you think i'm a bad father?" He asked.

"I never said that, Max." You felt a hint of guilt at the thought of making him feel that way.

"No, be honest, because i feel like i shouldn't take care of Lilly alone anymore if i don't notice all this shit." He blurted with his eyebrows raised then he pursed him lips.

"Please, don't say that. It's not what i meant. I don't expect you to be perfect." You sighed, "I'm not a perfect mother either but that's because we're humans, because we're still figuring out this whole parenting thing, and honestly, i feel like figuring it out isn't something that ever ends."

Subconsciously, your hand landed comfortingly on his shoulder, "You try your hardest to be a good presence in your daughter's life, i can see that, it's just that she's growing up. She can understand and speculate about everything around her now, so we just need to be better at regarding her feelings and making sure not to give her wrong impressions."

He rubbed at his eyes with frustration seizing his muscles and finally allowed his back to meet the cushions behind him as he nodded.

"I'm gonna need your help for a while, though. Just to understand what to change." Max mumbled.

You smiled, "Don't worry, I'm always happy to help."

"Thank you."

A quiet few minutes of silence followed then Max got up to leave.

"I need to talk to Val." He groaned as he grabbed his phone and keys.

"I hope everything goes well." You wished.

"Yeah." He replied nonchalantly, "How about i pick you up later and we go get her from school together? We can go eat somewhere, just the three of us."

Smiling, you nodded and walked with him to the door.

"See you later, then." He said just as he starting walking down the stairs.

You shut the door while trying to figure out the feeling in you chest and why something was telling you today would be the start of major changes in your life and Lilly's.

—

Following that day, everything seemed to work itself out.

Max picked you up as planned and everything went really well. On the way to get Lilly from school, he told you he talked extensively with Valerie and that lead to a fight, and a breakup.

Worried that he would be thinking that was what you wanted, you were quick to show support.

"Is everything okay?" You asked and he quickly nodded, giving you a quick glance and smile as he drove.

"I really didn't mean for the two of you to break up. I know you love her and Ella and want-" You couldn't help rushing.

"Hey, hey," he interrupted, "i told you. Everything's okay. It was a long time coming kinda thing. Don't blame yourself, please."

As days went on, Max made it a point to come up with plans for the three of you and the first time he had Lilly staying with him afterwards, he got her to invite you for dinner, something that became a repeated pattern and for some reason, your heart was starting to beat faster at every invite and every smile Max would give you.

It wasn't much later when you realized you were catching feelings for the father of your child and you weren't quite sure what to do about that.

A month later, on an afternoon when you were meant to pick up Lilly from Max's place, he opened the door for you and instead of letting you in, he stepped out and closed the front door behind him.

"Can we talk?" He asked with his hands stuffed in his jeans' pockets.

"But... Lilly..." you pointed to the door.

"Mom is there with her." Max reassured that your daughter wasn't on her own and proceeded to guide you away.

With your eyes narrowed in suspicion, you followed him, your nerves getting worse by the second.

"So, car ride or a walk?" He asked once you were out of the building.

Frowning, you tilted your head to the side and responded, "Walking's fine."

Max nodded and so the two of you began taking small steps along the sidewalk.

Silence reigned for a while. You couldn't really figure out anything to say and it was rather obvious that Max was planning the approach to whatever he wanted to talk about in his head.

By the time he spoke up, the two of you were a few buildings away.

"I've been really enjoying our time with Lilly." He awkwardly said and if anything, that confused you more.

"Yeah, it's been good." You agreed with a nod.

"I like it when it's just the three of us." Max continued.

"I like it too. I want Lilly to have as many normal experiences as possible."

For some reason, the silence returned after that. Meanwhile, your heart had begun racing out of control as you laid out the various paths that this conversation would take, the one outcome you wished you'd end up with being repressed and avoided. Instead, you found yourself considering other options.

What is something happened with Lilly?

Are they not getting along?

Does he want to change anything about their relationship? Or about the way the two of you parent her?

...

What if he was dating someone new?

Sure, it has barely been a month since his breakup but according to the pieces of information you'd pick during your time with him, and Lilly of course, you'd concluded that he wasn't actually in love with Valerie.

Interrupting your thoughts, Max sighed heavily by your side.

"You know, I'm trying hard to be smooth with this but-" he chuckled, "I'm clearly shit at that."

"How about you tell me what this is about as a head-start..." you suggested.

Max nodded and seemed to calculate his words for a mere second, "The nature of our... relationship?" He hesitated.

"Oh..." You let your confusion show, "What about it?"

He fiddled with his hands for a while before finally speaking, "I wanna try- No. I wanna ask you if you would agree to trying something new."

The determination in his voice confused you even further.

"New... Like, how?"

"Would you be open to the idea of a date? No Lilly, just me and you going somewhere nice together."

You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at Max like you were speculating if he was serious, all while your heart was dancing to an unknown tune that had slowly been becoming its favorite.

"I know this can be potentially risky, because what if we actually date and - i don't want it to seem like I'm getting ahead of myself - get in a relationship? It could complicate things with Lilly and shit but we've been co-parenting for four years now even though we hated each other's guts so, really, we're capable of working through anything." He took a breath, "I just want something more with you. I really like you, so much more than as just Lilly's mom. Just consider it 'cause i just think we would have something good, that we'd be worth a shot, you know? I've been thinki-"

"Max!" You interrupted his rant with a chuckle of his name and a wide smile, "Breathe, please."

"So?" He seemed nervous as he asked and you found it adorable.

"I'll go on a date with you." You nodded with a big smile, making Max grin so wide.

—

From that point on, everything is just history.

The first date went so amazingly well that the second followed so soon after it, then a third, and on the fourth, Max asked you to be his girlfriend and you instantly agreed.

The transition was practically seamless.

Lilly was over the moon once she noticed the nature of your interactions with Max shift. The first night she got to spend the night with both her mom and dad under the same roof as her, she was absolutely beaming.

Things between you and Max were going so well, it almost seemed surreal, but both of you, and Lilly of course, couldn't be happier that it was in fact your reality.

A few months into the relationship, you and Lilly fully moved in with him and the first free weekend morning spent there, you woke up to them making breakfast together.

It was a moment you truly cherished, when you walked into the kitchen to find Max holding his daughter on his shoulders so she'd be able to grab plates from the high cupboards, both of them displaying big and genuine smiles.

"I feel left out, I'm not gonna lie." You walked in joking, effectively grabbing both their attentions.

The three of you had a delicious and peaceful breakfast together and when Lilly finished eating and ran off to her room, Max moved you off your chair and onto his lap, his eyes locking with yours. Your legs were dangling off of one side, your arms hooking behind his neck as you kissed his lips lightly.

He smiled at you and pulled you back in, keeping the curve of his lips throughout the short peck.

When he pulled away, his grin grew and he brushed his hand through the front strands of your hair, securing it behind your ear.

"I love you." He spoke softly and, like always, it made your heart pound.

"I love you too, Max."

Just like that, the two people from five years ago who couldn’t be in the same room for over three minutes without fighting were long gone.

And just like that, everything worked out in a way that no one expected it to but in the idealist of ways possible.

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[onyxino]

In The Next Life

Horrid dreams and visions plague Reader and Gojo's nights. Gojo soon realizes these dreams will not cease until he finds the truth, what exactly is the Gojo of the past trying to tell him?

WC: 2.3K

CW: Death, gore, kissing. implied smut, angst, modern au but also not a modern au?? idk I have plans. EXTREME JJK CH 236 SPOILERS

Proofread but I'm also dyslexic so don't be mean or I will cry

“The sky it’s so blue” he thought as he stared up at it, he couldn’t think about much right now, he didn’t want to anyway. There was one thing that was bothering him though, he couldn’t feel anything waist down.

“Am I? Paralyzed?” he questioned wanting to say it aloud but physically couldn’t , once he started to notice one thing everything came rushing in at once.

“I can’t move.” “My mouth is so dry but full of something wet at the same time…tastes like blood.” “And ... .And I'm scared.” were all thoughts and realizations of what his situation really was.

Dying. He was dying. 

But how could he be dying, how did he even get here. He tried to take in his surroundings as much as his limited vision would let him. His failing eyes landed on a sign on a tall building in the center of the city that read, “Shinjuku, Dec, 24,2018.”

“That was so long ago, almost a hundred years.” He thought.

Suddenly he started to feel the ache in the back of his skull creep in and that could only mean…

~~~~~

Gojo shot straight up in bed. Panting, shaking and the familiar wetness from his eyes streaming down his face, dreams like these had been occurring all week. They always started the same with the sky being so blue and rich in color only for him to realize what was actually happening and having his world fall around him.

It had been one week since he first met you and now it seems as if his life had been turned upside down. Daily occurrences bring him back in time, putting him in places he’s never been, seeing things he’s never seen before, horrid things at that.

He slowly clambered his way out of bed. It was Saturday again his one and only day to get some real sleep and yet it feels as if he hasn’t slept at all. Running a hand through his stark white hair he made his way over to the bathroom.

Set on taking a nice hot bath he passes the mirror on the vanity only to see something catch his peripherals. He stops dead in his tracks and a rush of cold air runs against his body. There in the mirror was a man who looked exactly like him. Only he’s dressed in a sort of uniform, the blindfold he normally wears is cast off to the side on the vanity.

Gojo slowly turns to face the mirror, the reflection’s pacing doesn’t match his own though. It seemed to be staring intently at him as if it was trying to tell him something. Gojo felt his breathing quicken the longer him and this reflection of what was supposed to be him made eye contact.

The blue of the reflections eyes seemed so much sharper than his own, but everything else about this man seemed to be on point physically with himself, uncanny. Just when he thought it was safe to look away, the reflection slammed its hands on the counter in the mirror and doubled down on the eye contact like it was trying to tell him something.

“W-What do you want?” Gojo’s voice was shaky as much as he tried to hide it.

“You have to wake up.” It was mouthed through the mirror but he heard it in his head, like his subconscious was speaking to him, it sounded exactly like him. 

“Who are you?” Gojo asked furrowed brows, stepping up to the mirror.

“Who do you think? You have to wake up, you have to wake her up too and then find the rest of them.” The Her in question being you, the girl at the bakery who started all this but them? Who are they?.

Gojo found himself nodding at the mirror and then in a blink the mirror's image once again reflected himself. His current self.

~~~~~

You find yourself here again for what seemed to be the nth time this week. Standing in front of all of these tv monitors stacked on top of one another. Mei’s crows seem to always keep perfect track of all the movements. This horrid scene seemed to be caught in 3D just for you. Every detail, every noise ingrained into your skull. 

You don’t wanna watch this again, you can’t. Yet you can’t seem to look away. You find yourself wishing for comfort from a person known as “Nanami” He has yet to appear in any of your visions but yet you wish you had him here.

You wish you could turn to Yuuji and Yuta and tell them what's about to happen, tell them to get out there and get Gojo out of there before IT happens.

But IT does happen.

Sukuna and Mahoraga deliver the final blow, nothing can be said or done now. You watched him die again, and you’ll watch him die again and again for as long as these visions continue.

Complete and utter heartbreak.

The scream you let out is one you’ve never thought possible, knees weak you fall to ground, Shoko only catching you halfway This man meant something to you, he had too.

It felt like you loved him. 

~~~~~

“JESUS CHRIST, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.”  You shout as you shoot up from your bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

The vision ingrained in your head, Gojo the man from the bakery laying in the middle of the battle field ... .severed in two. 

Shaky breaths leave your lungs as you calm down, every night it seems to get more intense. The 1st night the shock and gore of it all was what upset you. The next night a familiar pang etched its way into your chest. Then by the 3rd you were in complete and utter agony, it felt like your heart was ripped out of you by that point and now you are on day 7. You’d think you would be used to it by now, but no, not even possible.

~~

Tying your hair up as you make your way out the door, you had decided to open the bakery a little late today in favor of getting a couple more hours of much needed sleep. The cool crisp morning air nipped at your face as you walked down the streets. The images flashing in between blinks, you felt as if it had taken over your whole life. 

Rounding the corner expecting to see at least a couple of your Saturday regulars standing outside the doors, but instead you see him.

Eye contact is immediate and it's enough to make you stop in your tracks, you never thought you would see him again, in the flesh.

He’s breathing.

He’s alive.

It feels like forever before you start towards him in haste, your legs move for you and your mind goes to autopilot.

“Get to him, touch him, you have too.” your thoughts scream.

“Hey listen about the other day I-” He doesn’t even get the full sentence out before he finds himself wrapped up in your shaking embrace, your arms gripping him around his midsection. He gasps but it's more like a sob almost and you can’t tell exactly what that means at this point but you don’t care. You’re touching him, you feel him. His heart is pounding and air is entering and leaving his lungs.

He’s Intact.

“You're alive.” Is all you can get out.

He doesn’t return your embrace but he doesn’t push you away either, instead he lets out a sigh “I take it you’ve seen ‘me’ die then?”

All you do is nod your head, body still quaking, you’re terrified to let go. You’re afraid that if you do he may fall apart in front of you.  

“Let’s go inside, yeah? I wanna talk.” He says resting his hands on your shoulders gently moving you back.

You nod quickly, fishing your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door you head inside. 

You make sure the storefront blinds are closed as you relock the door behind you, lastly glancing at the open sign to make sure it's off.  

You turn to see that Gojo has already taken a seat at one of the many vacant tables , and you join him.

“How many nights?” he asks, you don’t need any elaboration.

“Every single night this week, I’ve seen it.”

“Me as well, can you tell me exactly what you’ve seen?” He says softly leaning forward resting his arms on the wood of the table.

You gasp a little and your body seems to start shaking on its own. “I think I can yeah, I even have names of some of the people that were there too.”

“Okay then whenever you’re ready go ahead, I wanna hear everything.”

~~~~~~

“Jeez, I see, it's much worse than I thought.” Gojo said shaking his head , your version of events were way more graphic and horrifying than his.

“Where do you suppose we start with this?” You ask, bouncing your foot out of anxiousness.

“Well I had a vision of sorts today in the bathroom, my reflection was that ‘other’ me. He told me I had to wake up and wake you up then we had to find the others.”  Gojo explained.

“Have any idea what exactly he means by that? Who are they?” You press.

“Not a damn clue, dude was freaky tho.” Gojo replied, resting his head in his palm, looking as bored as ever.

Your face contorts and you snort a little at the comment, and this does not go unnoticed by Gojo “What are ya snorting over there for?” 

“It’s just he looks exactly like you and you called him freaky.” You reply unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“You haven’t seen him without the mask have you?”  You cock your head at this.

“What is he? Deformed or something?”

“No not at all, looks exactly like yours truly. We even have the same eye color but his seemed to glow almost. When we made eye contact it was like he looked right into me.” Gojo shivered at the thought “It’s like he looked deep into me, like he truly read me or something.” 

“Wow jeez, I hope I never see him with it off.” 

“Nothing about it was evil though is the thing, nothing about him was evil, in fact his presence gave the opposite effect. I think he just really wanted my attention…” Gojo seemed to trail off after that, deep in thought.

Silence continued for a minute or so before you broke it. 

“Okay so, I want answers and if you’re with me I think we should start with finding the location of this school, maybe something or someone is there that can tell us what exactly is happening with us, are you with me?” You say putting your hand in the middle of the table.

Gojo saw this jester as a little cheesy but also slightly cute and endearing of you. It made something flutter in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile. He laid his hand on top of yours expecting the ‘Go team, go.” mantra but all he was met with was the pain returning to the back of his head, he could see it in your eyes too, you both felt it.

~~~~

This scene is set in someone's living room, you and Satoru appear to be in civilian clothing, specifically nightwear. Satoru is clad in his white pajama pants and black long sleeved shirt that showed just a little too much of his collar bones… .You weren’t complaining though, they looked as if you could sip red wine from them. 

His eyes. They were uncovered. God,were they beautiful to look at. They glowed almost, so bright and vibrant you felt like you could get lost in them, literally.

“Satoru, if you tickle me I will become violent and this is your only warning.” You say, voice dangerously serious.

Satoru however doesn’t look fazed at all, these threats are empty and he knows it, you know it too. He advances on you in lightning speed, speed that you didn’t even know was possible and the assault begins. It’s like he knows every single part of you as his hands glide up and down your midsection, painfully light and fast.

You were borderline screaming for mercy, laughing and giggling at him, “Ah, Mochi, you sound so cute like this.”

“Shut up Satoru, stop please. Can’t breathe!” You proclaim wriggling and kicking to get out of his grip. Little did you know this was all a ploy to get you close to the couch.

Once in range Satoru falls back on the couch taking you with him, plan executed perfectly. Now you’re straddling his lap, his hands have ceased their attack and have settled low on your hips, squeezing the fat firmly but not too firm, just right. 

“You know if you wanted me on you, you could have just said something.” You say, smirking.

“Where is the fun in that, Mochi?” He replies pressing his forehead against yours.

You don’t say anything, you just connect your lips to his firmly. Slow and steady kisses turn into hurried and feverish ones. His hands start roaming up and down your body, kneading and grabbing at places that elicit small moans to come from your mouth which only drives him more insane.

“Bedroom.” Is all he says and you nod fiercely as he stands holding you like you’re nothing and heading in the direction of the hallway.

~~~~~

Gojo comes to first pulling his hand away as if it were literally on fire. You come to second with a blush as red as roses plastered on your cheeks.

“Did you-” You start.

“Yes, we don’t talk about it..” He cuts you off firmly, his face dawning the same shade of red as yours.

You nod in agreement.

 “Okay let's start on locations now!” You say hurriedly, standing up with him in tow, you head toward the storefront door.

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2nd Chapter! What do y'all think! I hope it’s good. I really enjoyed writing it. Sense I had someone request to be put in a tag list I will now include one! So if you wanna be on it lemme know! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! I do wanna let y'all know that I don't really have a schedule for updates as I work a full time job and have mental illness, so updates may be sporadic but if you wanna come along for the ride you are more than welcome!!

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Taglist: @ritsatoru (am I doing this right?)

#satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk manga #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk236 spoilers #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru

[thechibilitwick]

going on a tangent about stupid little milgram details that are probably unimportant or wrong yippee

one detail i like is how side character lack features or are different from the focus character, and what it actually means in each MV. The reasoning can vary from character to character, but the general idea is that it's supposed to emphasize their role in the character's eyes and also changes the level of humanness(?) they have. (idk it's hard to phrase)

two really good examples of this are muu and kazui's MVs.

in After Pain, the only other character besides muu who has a full set of facial features is her classmate rei. Every other character is seen without eyes, which let's the audience understand how muu believed her actions were perceived without actually making the background characters feel 'human' or 'real'. Rei having no alterations also implies the importance of her to muu, and also might be muu trying to tell the audience "hey look, with the way she looked and was acting, i had no other choice right?" (muu enjoyers apologies if i'm reading into this wrong i'm not too invested into her character i just really like after pain)

then we move on to INMF, where her previously eyeless classmates have now turned into bug people, while rei remains unchanged. Her classmates being subordinate bugs while she's the queen represent how she views them as 'below' her. Her classmates also do appear as they looked in AP, but here their appearance seems more to represent how their importance to muu kinda boils down to social image and validation (or smth like that). Rei is still rei, and we see her looking on at muu and her group with disgust, we see her dead again, and then at the end we see her decided to fight back. I need to get more into muu, cuz damn her relationship with rei really is interesting considering the fact that her appearance doesn't alter at all whatsoever. Like damn what was their relationship actually like?

in Half, there are only three side characters shown: hinako, the bartender, and the lady from the bar. And oddly enough, the only one with an actual face is the lady. Both hinako and the bartender lack facial features (mainly their eyes). Considering that half is more or less kazui lamenting on his mistakes that led to hinako's death, it'd make sense he'd want to kinda 'block out' anything related to the incident. Which if that's the case, it implies the bartender had enough significance for kazui to want to 'block out' (haha gay) while the lady didn't and thus she's just as is. (so it's kinda like the opposite of muu in a way?)

moving on to Cat, hinako has a face now! (and she's really cute!!) No one else does, though. This is most likely to emphasize how kazui's focus has now shifted from the sadness and grief of the entire ordeal to why and how everything came to be. Hinako herself is basically in the center of it all, being the victim to kazui's deceit, so it'd make sense that we'd get to see her emotions (tho it's from kazui's perspective). Hinako being happy throughout kazui's lying and only turning to shock and distress when kazui is honest is most likely just kazui trying to tell the audience that lying is the only way for him to live life without troubling others. Also mr. bartender makes an appearance again and still has no eyes, which probably implies that he's related to something that kazui still hasn't come to terms with yet (cough homosexuality cough cough)

but yeah that's my little rant, it'd be cool to go into a little more detail for this feature for everyone but idk if i have the mental capacity to at the moment lol

#milgram #milgram project #muu kusunoki #kazui mukuhara #i love rambling about insignificant things that people probably already thought of in a way more coherent way #unfortunately tis the way my brain works #milgram brainrot is more important than school #also be glad that there's no shidou in this otherwise i would've psychoanalyzed everything #like how i psychoanalyzed his birthday art (somehow) #anyways milgram said wlw and mlm solidarity woo!! #chibi's ramblings

[s0fti3w1tch]

*runs up to you sobbing*

how draw turtles?

working on a comic with a pal of mine and i’m in charge of the art and idk how to draw turtles anymore so help please i didn’t know what i was getting myself into how do you stay motivated i need coffee ok bye bye *passes out*

-sketched

Okay so maybe I'm not the best to answer this, but

How to Draw the Turtles REFERENCE RESOURCES:

Turtlepedia is a generally amazing resource for finding reference images, screencaps, and concept art for any TMNT content in general! Rise concept art page is one I tend to go to. I know they have some character model sheets there too.

TMNTCompendium is an account on Tumblr dedicated to collecting references of TMNT both official and fanmade. They've blogged and reblogged some really useful stuff, so I highly recommend giving a scroll-through.

Storyboard/Doodles from official artists really help when finding a more simplified/sketchy approach: Rise tag of Christine Liu's Tumblr is the one I can think of off the top of my head

Others' Specifc ROTMMNT art studies: RaindropSyndrome's Expression Study, Mikiib's Rise turtle Anatomy Study, etc.

I used to use the 3D Rise Models from the Ninja Run / Power Up! game before they were removed from Sketchfab. If you can find another way to view those models, I'd say use that too!

Things I recommend practicing the most?

The shell. Especially Rise, as the shape of the carapace conforms to the curve of a human spine. Angles, how the carapace connects to the plastron. And the head. In thumbnails, I tend to divide them into two shapes, Base + Beak/Snout/Whichever You Call It, then lines generally marking the center, where the eyes would be, where the literal mask ends and then below. This can be harder depending on which character's head you're drawing.

Motivation.... (there is so much text down here)

As for staying motivated, that is an issue I still struggle with. What may help me may not help you. But I can give one thing maybe?

For both you and your friend, don't constrict yourselves too hard. Is this a passion project? Then, be more chill with your stuff about it. If you have a story you want to tell, take that time you need. Holding yourself accountable to get those things done? I get it. But beating yourself up about something you were supposed to do for fun? For me, if anything, it made me more dreaded to do those things and I got angry at my ability not to enjoy them.

Also... Don't be hard on yourself out about making it look good by the start.

Tentative Devotee was the first full-on fan-comic I made since I was 14 and I'm becoming 20 this year. Part one is more clearly rough around the edges than part two, and I know when part 3 comes out, there will be another shift. That's a natural consequence of learning to draw unfamiliar things more frequently to show something you want to show.

2nd Page of Tentative Devotee - Enemies pt. 1 vs 1st page of pt. 2

I'm not the best at words when it comes to this sort of thing. And this, I feel, is a discussion to be further had with others: but I do sincerely wish you and your friend the best of luck. Every step of progress is a step nonetheless. Please communicate and be patient and understanding with each other. Establish boundaries and be honest with each other about how you two will work on this. Communicate, collaborate, accommodate, compromise— all that.

#buwan answer #long post #attempt at advice #tmnt reference notes I guess? #i am so sorry this is so long

[pezpenser205]

there is nothing remotely likeable about me anymore btw idk why yall are still following me. i stopped being cool like a year or two ago. im quick to anger and unforgiving, im rude and inconsistent in my values, i leave for days to weeks to months at a time, i dont do anything with my life, im self centered, apathetic, i constantly fantasize about hurting people and spend my time self destructing, dissociating, or doing useless, monotonous, and unfulfilling things with my time for hours, i dont even shower or brush my teeth or change my clothes properly and am an eyesore to look at, i dont reach out to people who care about me or try to meet new people and actively avoid doing so, im ramble-y, awkward and uncoordinated and a pain to hold a conversation with, im ungrateful and im greedy, i contribute nothing to anybodys life or to the world around me other than making things worse and making people feel like shit, i leech off of others without ever repaying them, and i dont even care to change any of it. i am the most clear cut image of a bad or defective person that could possibly exist and im not even sure how i made it this far without somebody getting sick of my shit and taking me out. like i literally doxxed myself so people would do it at one point and no dice. i am not made to exist as a human being in every way possible and yet i still am somehow alive in a cold body that i can feel rotting off of me. the fact that im an adult feels wrong because i was never supposed to make it here.

#op #tw vent #vent

[aquabuggy]

seeing that other person looking up vintage water toys on ebay made me want to do the same, and i found this guy, and he made me smile :o)

(photo cred: critters_cornerstore on ebay, idk how to link it)

idk if youve seen this yet, but i was drawn to it because i love clowns and circuses and all that jazz

from what i can tell, youre supposed to make him land on the barrel in certain ways for points which is such a neat concept to me honestly

[ photo credit- critters_cornerstore on eBay ] (I gotcha!)

Ahhh Aqua Antics, another product by Tomy and a very close relative to Waterfuls. I love these guys! Such a small and short lived line, it’s sad. I’ve only ever seen 6 distinct games from it, those being this Clown game, a Rodeo game, a Basketball game, Miss Piggy and Kermit themed games, and an ever elusive more Adult Centered game that I’ve only ever seen once (and always curse myself for not holding onto the images better every time I’m reminded of this line).

These games are also a lot bigger than you’d expect! I used to think they were around pocket sized games, but they look to actually be around 5-6 inches tall.

[photo credit- wojcnapi on eBay ]

Now remember how I said these are a very close relative to Waterfuls? I don’t say that lightly! Sure they’re both water games and made by Tomy, but there’s an even closer connection.

[ photo credit- wojcnapi on eBay, TheBearsHouseTOYS on Etsy ]

One of them is just straight up a remake of the other! The other game is Waterful Rompin Cowboy/Rodeo and I’m preeeetty sure it’s actually the older of the two, it’s a bit of a more obscure Waterful so it’s hard to verify dates but I believe it came out in the late 70’s whereas I know for certain Aqua Antics didn’t release until 1980. This wouldn’t be the only time a Waterful and another Tomy toy borrowed from or were remakes of each other, but that’s a conversation for another day. What I have to assume happened is that after Waterful Rompin Cowboy was made, they realized the idea of having to pose the figures was a pretty unique idea for a water game that had potential for more variations, and wanted to expand upon that idea without having too many of the same idea in their Waterfuls line, as every Waterfuls game is pretty distinct from one another. And from that, perhaps decided to pay tribute to the inspiration by remaking it.

Shame it didn’t take off! I think they’re pretty neat.

#aqua #aquacore #toy aqua #water games #water toys #aqua toys #water pose game #wonderful waterfuls #waterfuls #waterful rompin cowboy #aqua antics #ask box #colored text

[otakebi-cam-wao]

pd101 japan the girls ep 9 by a harowota

you know the deal

opening words hit kinda hard

ONE TWO THREE LEAP HIGH!!! leap high brain rot

why elimination feelings recap?! me sad i miss S. Kotone

the concept groups feelings being either saved or having lost members is so :c

Ayane is ambicious, quite sure some might take her words a bit insensitive...?

ahhh saved teams must chose the ones they think they need (toxic's case)

everyone (except Ran, who choose Yuuki) choose for the 1st one themselves?

oh and Ayane put Joa 3rd

ow Joa felt impossible to add herself there

ohhhh &ME time, saved ones

Koto unsure poor thing

poor Tsuzumi, can't choose

AtoZ time here

Shizuku wants S. Kokona

PARUTAN IS SO CUTE

Popcorn team, idk, N. Kokona wants Joa

who stays for &ME?! (as if i didn't saw images before... remember half)

bye Rinon, let's see you in your group for this (which i totally remember... i don't)

awwww Rinon!!! (i love and hate how i get attached to these girls)

who stays for TOXIC?!

bye Miyu, Joa, Hazuki... let's see you later (poor Miyu, she was leader)

all of them are so cute!!! (feels like sisters, all sisters)

NOOOOOOOO AYANE SAD (well, all sad)

how they join the groups? who decides?

ohhh they divide

AtoZ team so cute!!!

they got Rinon and miyu

AWWWWW THEIR SIGNS

CUTE GIRLS SO CUTE

they look like little sisters to Miyu and Rinon here, idk

"Ai no reson" - Sakuraba Haruka (love you parutan)

wait... so Baddie got intact... ohhh nice

Mena is like "they're good and i'm glad, but don't want to lose my positions and might lose them)

POPCORN CHAOS

they're so fun!!!!

how they planned it, how they received them, so cute and cute!!!

Joa in popcorn is interesting

ohhh uncle hongee is presenting this as well

Yumeki strict w his fan that wrote Yumeki in kanji, wtf

global producers!

Tsuzumi's "Daisuki" to her french fan (who lives in Korea but speaks japanese, funny remark)

the benefit thingy makes me feel so bad

being 7th is 0 votes, at least give them 100... this is so sad

Koakuma (Baddie) time!!!!

CLAW-me cool and cute at the same time!

YURARA CENTER?!

they look so cool, OMG I WANT YUI'S FIT

oh, ofc, rehearsal, and it's Hana's team so and she's 35th, so is hard for them

all missing Ema-chan :c c:

they got a letter from Ema

awww Ema

DO IT FOR EMA

ohh Ema was supposed to be center, wait... Ranka center? :/

when it changed to Yurara? (better)

ohhh Ranka wanted Yurara to be center and gave it to her for preffer the rap, nice tbh

poor Yurara, girl is worried

Hana is leading ohhh

Baddie is complex as i understand Keiko

they're so wow after that discussion of the concepts, feel them kinda explosive

this is fun group as well

so cool, sexy and cute

wow Yumeki's opinion

i can hear Yui having troubles with the lower notes

i love how Thelma seems so fun as a instructor, Thelma is big sis for sure

OMG THE FITS!!!!!!!! i wanna be that cool to rock those outfints, maybe not Ayano's tho, furr jackets seem so weird for me

PERFORMANCE!!!

best teamwork are you saying Thelma?!

WOOOOOOW YURARA ON THAT INTRO SO CUTE AND COOL

me likes me likes

omg Yui! Hana! Yurara! Keiko!!!

ojhduiafhuyfsghjsdgabfuyh Keiko and Rino!

i'm weak at that type of fanservice, sorry

kinda wanna cover this song ngl

SUGOI SUGOI FOR REAL HONGEE

ehhhh Hana's monitor fell?! went unnoticed

owww Ayano you did it nice, idc how many votes you got, you all shined (even Ranka...)

true, they enjoyed this a lot!!! i agree w hongee

next one is? AtoZ!!!!!!!

i have high expectations but not in how ever you may think

Tokimekki (why traduce the name you mfs?!)

firts love song, expectatives go up

no one wanted this one? (tbh i agree Parutan, i'd want koakuma too, i guess Haruka doesn't want more cute songs?)

Mena keeps being leader and center, but she handled it good, i think

oof Rinon wants the rap, but also Mena

Rinon took the rap

tbf, Mena's voice in the rap is not bright, as Rinon's

Miyu is so good at expressions and again sooo ii onee-san

oof get the same group she was in before joining the dance room is hard for Miyu...

everyone helped her to focus tho

ohhh Parutan is another that quited school, but doesn't regret it, that's good, hope she never will

auch Mena off key

ohhh recording footage

iugh i saw pro tools (i hate pro tools)

awww Parutan looked so cute recording!!!

Mena has many problems to record

2 and half hrs for Mena recording?!

they're supporting her so cutely

i love to hear the hint of classical on Shizuku even when it's almos unperceptable

Yumeki being cute and not scary and kinda therapeutic, make a wish!!!

they look so cute, i wish i could handle cute looks like those, but i cant

Hina and Parutan are all in my eyes

Shizuku so interesting sounding

cute song, me likes

Miyu is master of expressions and taught them nicely

Rinon is so cute cool cute

Miyu is cute sexy cute here

Kagura is cute cool

the rest cute cute, but in different ways

AMAZING me liked, feel so sweet, i hope popcorn isn't much sweeter or i'll get diabetes

Parutan's words for Yumeki so cute, her improvement as well

PARUTAN MAKE IT TO DEBUT WHEREVER

&ME time

Nalala?... kinda boring name

cute cool white uniform-ish outfits, like, but too white... kinda oujosama-ish tho Tsuzumi's is less oujosama-ish tho

idk what to say here, but i sense the troubles they have and had with the rehearsal footage

Miu's funny comment bout choosing center

awww Koto&Yui (Yui hyping Koto)

everyone here's in crisis?! Koto, Suzu, Kokoro?

poor Suzu, i think

Ran words are nice, ngl, i also think i got a 180° turn mindset after those words, and i'm not even sure about what

NAKASONE!!!

Koto isn't there, Koto got sick :c

still sick for last rehearsal?! I feel so sad

Nakasone got me sadly annoyed, but i get it why, but then mother, and then profesional mother

still kinda worried, KOTO WAS SICK!!!

is she sick in the performance?!

wow i haven't talked bout Momona

CUTE TSUZUMI!!!

i can finally see a bit of brightness on Suzu

Momona is my dear Kassa that i remember always but pro-er somehow

everyone cool, tho idk how i feel bout this song, is cool and cute, more cute tho... but there's a something missing... idk

nice performance, nice all, i'm just worried Koto was still sick there

she wasn't totally fine yet, trainers said it, wasn't noticeable, but still worried

i could have said more bout everyone, but idk, no words, and weird feelings

POPCORN TEAM!

kawaii

everyone a flavour of popcorn cute!!!

lol cute Serina!

new F7avors (don't like that 7 there... but cute, all are xxFx)

i'm curious bout cute Joa

uhhh Joa had hard time for sure

lol Serina was the only one wanting to be center after reformation

poor Hazuki can't remembers choreo

Joa extra work

i can't talk bout their meeting but it feels, dunno how, but feels

Sakura is so funny

Nakasone made them go outside!!!

and look from affar

Serina wasn't last rehearsal!

oh nooooo pain, back, or hip?

poor Serina!!!

hope she didn't got it worse after performance

i like they're colour coded, that's idol!

lets go

SO CUTE START!!!

NAGOMI BBY!!!!!

i like this song!

cute Joa!

everyone but wow cute Joa!!!

from cute cute to cute sexy to cute cute?

HYPER CUTE

cute Joa is amazing

all cute

ohhhh Kokona speaking english cute!!!!

I'm gonna speed up stuff cuz gotta sleep, but let's go Toxic

they look sexy

CharmHolic... interesting name

ohhh Kokona says it's a sexy song, makes sense (also the name and fits)

kinda want Yuuki's fit and Momoka's

ok, so, Yuuki leader

Momoka suggesting change on positions

ofc Ayane wants main vocal, girl is confident on her voice

Momoka, Yuuki and Tsukuchi battle for the raps part

Momoka rap (enjoy what you lost one time)

Yuuki got sub vocal 2, so Tsukushi rap 2

so they're discussing the type of sexy the song is, interesting

Ran woks so well with everyone, idk, Ran shines whereer she is because she seems to try her best to make everyone else shine as well, that's what i think at least

Kokona, u can be sexy, believe it!!! (i'm not one to talk tho) also work on expressions, that helps, but you're expresionless

had to put x2 speed

They got Ayane embarrased at recording

c'mon Kokona, u can do it, i know it's hard

Kokona is doing it!

let's go

poor Yuuki, doesn't know how to sing that part!

awww Yuuki and Nano, they were in the same club so it seems so wholesome the help

PERFORMANCE!

new Kokona you say Nakasone? okay okay

i got cautivated by everyone but the song is not my type of sexy song, but nice nice

wow

fr it's a new Kokona

idk what are Momoka's vibes, but i want them and also wanna be under the charm of those vibes (in which way? idk)

not Ayane being the only one becoming cute cute in her solo camera portion after the end! she had a sexy vibe but cut it anyways, love it!

but omg MOMOKA

back to speed up more

every one was amazing!

but tbh, i think &ME was the less amazing one

let's see what people thoght

POPCORN? that was 4th for me

2 on 3rd?

Koakuma?, is my 2nd

AtoZ tied with koakuma? that was my 1st

&ME will be 1st right? ofc... but that was my last (sorry Kassa, and everyone)

Toxic was my 3rd...

sad

oh &ME places

Kokoro and Suzu 4th?

3rd? Kassa oh

6th? Rin...

7th? nooo she will get 0... Koto noooooooooooo, she was sick!

1st? Tsuzumi (deserved) so 2nd Miu

don't wanna see rank...

yes they all did good

no ranks pls!!!!

noooooooooo

they'll have prizes!!! deserved!

i don't want elimination!!!

#produce 101 japan #pd 101 japan the girls #p101 jp

[smokestarrules]

I've seen FTF and I have many things to say, but the first one is who or what is the figure we see when Luz is in the portal. Many people have say that that is a Titan but... Is it possible?

Where is Alador? I don't remember anyone mentioning him (at least Emira and Ed are okey. Well, almost Okey hahaha).

When they go to the memory class (I don't know the name of it): they just leave Luz's memories there. I mean, wouldn't that be like so dangerous? We don't see in any point that they put them again into Luz's head, so I suppose that would play an important role in W&D (?). I think it would be awesome if we get to see Luz's memory lane (although it is kind of impossible, because, yk, time, plot...).

Also, Odalia deserved that, for being a b*tch hahaha.

Oh, and I loved how Camilla threw the bat after kissing it and splashing Kiki's face. That killed me HHAHAHA

I also wonder what happened with the owl beast when it saw the collector. I mean, it was supposed that Eda had controlled it, but no, and then we see in the credits an image of King and Eda out of control. But it also drags my attention that Lilith didn't get out of control when she was near to the collector.

Oh, and I didn't understand the whole scene in the memory class with Hunter, Willow and Gus. I mean, I didn't get it, like: Willow and Gus were trying to make Hunter more comfortable but they fucked it? Or what?

And now Lumity hehehe. I didn't like so much their relation in season 3 (well, in TtT we got to see them dancing in the rain and a whole PowerPoint presentation with photos of them, I can't complain), but in the episodes we didn't get to see so much of them (at least not a proper focus). For example, the cute scene of both talking about palismen in the owl house: it IS so cute, and Amity kisses Luz's head (awww), but then Luz just don't respond to it and it seems like she doesn't want it? It was so rude :'(

Well, and what do you think was that thing that Luz had to tell Amity just before they were interrupted by Kikimora?

Oh, and I also loved how Amity gets Luz out of the portal by the feet hahaha.

I also think that Stringbean likes, like a lot, Amity? I mean, if you see slowly that scene, you can see how the Palisman rubs softly against Amity's cheek. AND THAT IS SO F*CKING CUTE I'M GONNA CRY.

And the whole Boscha - Amity thing. Boscha was behaving like the obsessed -toxic-ex and that made me even laugh.

Overall, the episode was fun and good, although it felt a bit slow. Many say that is because it's not plot centered, but character centered (and, well, ofc it is, they managed to have like a thousand characters on-screen and develope or end their arcs in a proper way -> I mean, when I thought Amity's arc was over like since season 2 episode 2, now we get a whole vision of Amity's change when in detention pit).

And one last comment. Luz's palisman hatches when she is able to figure out what she really wanted (to be understood), but I think that wouldn't make much sense. Let me explain, for the character is absolutely something that would fit, because we've seen how Luz had struggled with the world in general. But for the palisman itself is sth like "?", Because we've seen that, for example, Amity's desire was to make her own path and that's something that takes a long way (I mean, it's not something that can be fulfilled in an instant), but Luz's desire is now fulfiled because her mother has finally understood her (at least that how Luz feels it). Idk if you get me.

There is a Lot going on here so I'm going to answer it all under a read-more :)

1). I mean, it's either a Titan or it's a Titan Trapper. It looks exactly like them, so I can only imagine they'll pop up again in the next episode.

2). I also think we'll see Alador in the next episode. I think he'll probably be okay, but maybe wounded in some regard. I'm honestly just assuming he's a puppet somewhere right now.

3). Yeah, I know what you mean, but honestly I think that's just a detail we'll have to forget about, unless it does somehow come up in the finale (which I doubt will be the case). It is dangerous to leave the photos alone like that, so... maybe after a certain amount of time they automatically disappear without harming the legitimate memories? Something like that.

4). Odalia's still going to be an issue in the finale, though. Mark my words.

5). Camila was PEAK in this episode. "Kikimiki" murdered me.

6). I don't think the Owl Beast likes The Collector at all, which would track, considering what we know of their experiences with one of them, though it wasn't necessarily this Collector. But Lilith's curse is honestly still more manageable than Eda's is, and I don't think she really has an Owl Beast inside her, just a bit of one, which is why she didn't lose it as well.

7). That scene was the culmination of Everyone's issues, but specifically Hunter's and Willow's. Willow was trying to help by showing him a picture of him being happy with Flapjack, Hunter was touched by the gesture and didn't know how to say it, Willow thought that meant she'd messed up, Gus blamed himself for not talking to Hunter earlier, and they just didn't communicate with each other. It's a really well-done scene and it's heartbreaking to watch.

8). I don't think it was rude of Luz, and Amity didn't either. She's hurting, she was damn-near suicidal in Thanks to Them, and Amity's being Peak GF by supporting her, no matter what. As for what she was going to tell her, it was going to be her decision to leave the Boiling Isles.

9). Episode didn't feel slow to me at all! Just different, obviously, and in a good way.

10). I disagree, actually. Sure, in the moment Luz does feel understood by her mother, but that's an eternal goal, especially if she continues on her path in being a witch (and she will). She's always going to be the odd one out whether she's in the Human or the Demon Realm, and now she knows what she can always work toward.

#toh #toh spoilers #smokey answers #anonymous

[profictiontheatre]

1, 4, 10, 12! your choice who :3

1) what’s a Hot Take you have about your f/o?

For Kev, because I never tire of ranting about how his shipping game in the fandom is pathetic. Everyone ships him with the side character who's one joke is that he's gay and repressed, when his devoted bestie who has could have a friends to enemies to lovers dynamic with him is RIGHT THERE.

Also Nabulungi x Price is cute

I'm just a multishipper and a poly soul, I don't understand the hatred towards shipping Kev with literally ANYBODY else,,

Basically my hot take is that Pricingham, Nabu x Price and Nabupricingham are all cute and if we accepted this as a society maybe the bom fandom wouldn't be ded

4) do you feel like you have to defend your f/o all the time? 

Victoria. Because this one isn't really about her, it's just about Cats in general. I swear to god, so many people to my face will insult me when I say I like her or they try to make me say that I hate the 2019 film beforehand. Like, I don't and I'm past the point in my life where I'm ashamed of what I enjoy. Cats in all its forms is one of my favorite medias ever, and when someone does this to me while I'm just trying to gush about my f/o, I immediately lose respect for them. It's so mean for no reason. I'm clearly talking about how happy something makes me (and this even has happened a bunch in selfship spaces that are supposed to be positive), why do you have to butt in to make sure that I know you think the art style is ugly or you don't like the show or whatever. I don't do that to anyone else talking about their f/os.

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like That Character”?

IDk who to even pick for this because my type is so obvious, I go into like every media knowing I'm gonna fall for one of these mfs and honestly? I'm kinda embarrassed bc I know I'm not once, ever, going to be normal about a cute sunshine baby guy ever again .

Here is a compilation image I made of how often this has happened to me:

bro im so predictableeeeeee I just like them . they spark joy

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

Honestly im so fucking tired of how anti-centered the selfship space is. Like I cannot articulate in words how mad it makes me that this space which used to be considered by "normal" people to be taboo, weird, and full of people who would "never get laid in real life because they're gross" or whatever has been taken over by these moral crusaders who want to start shaming us in our own community.

#discourse #kind of #asks #im not tagging f/os bc this is like everyone sljfdksgjjd

[featureenvyproductions]

Music of My Heart Masterpost

Trying to motivate myself to make progress on this poor story I've neglected for years at this point. I never intended to abandon it completely, though I may compress it substantially since I think I'm the only one here who really knows/cares about it and I can get my point across with a couple more books and a sequel one shot. We'll see how it goes.

Anyway the first step is collecting all the chapters I guess. I don't know whether to put that or the summary first. Oh well I suppose if you're new here you don't know what this is...

So, if you're new here, one of my special interests for a long time was visual kei and music in general (and low key they still are), and I conceived this story when channeling that, years and years ago. Like when I was in high school (turn of the century-ish) years ago. I started drawing it a few times and stopped and revised it, but this is the definitive version, which I started working on in maybe 2015 or 2016.

It follows a couple of teenagers in the 80s in Tokyo as they sort of navigate their transition into adulthood and explore the things that keep them together or drive them apart, and try to figure out what their place is in a bigger world they begin to realize they may not be cut out for. They explore a lot of these things interacting with each other with their cobbled-together band at the center.

Here are the chapters I have so far. (I've also collected most of them into 3 books, with a 4th on the way once chapter 28 is done....There are links to those on the website www.featureenvyproductions.com/shop.php)

This is appropriate for a teen audience but be aware that there are some hints of family dysfunction/domestic violence (not pictured explicitly), as well as smoking habits consistent with the time period. I generally add other content warnings as needed.

(A Quick Note: You may see this comic referred to as "Boku no Kokoro no Ongaku" around here as well...My main reason for that was just literally having the title be the same as that of a key song they write and perform in the story, but I've kind of scrapped this over the years because I'm not sure I like the song anymore. I may rewrite it or I may scrap it and you'll never hear it idk. Anyway that's why I mostly am going to use the english version of the title going forward. It's more easy for people to stumble upon too.)

(chapters 1-15 have the pages laid out a little weird because they're from back when tumblr only let you do 10 images at a time. There are links to the website versions where you can see the pages alone though don't worry and also just oh my god ignore how cringey i talked then. If you prefer to read the chapters without my obnoxious commentary, head to http://www.featureenvyproductions.com/comics.php?initialcomicid=1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

(end dreaded before times format)

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

APPARENTLY I JUST NEVER POSTED CHAPTER 22 so here's a link to the website version http://www.featureenvyproductions.com/comics.php?initialcomicid=1&initialchapter=22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Also all the music you see in these is actually real. I can't promise it's GOOD but like I tried my best here....If you want to hear midi versions, here's all those so far:

Perfect Dream

Watch You Burn

Trouble

Drag You To Hell

#boku no kokoro no ongaku #indie comic #queer comic #music #music of my heart comic #sorry there's no real versions of the songs #I wrote most of them back when my guitar skills were SUBSTANTIALLY better than they are now #maybe one day I'll sit down and get my abilities back

[someidiotwithalaptop]

Hi, hello, I a in desperate need of css help because I'm a beginning trying to do something for my story on a workskin.

I have 3 images: Left(100×100), Center(100×200), and Right(100×100). I would like the Left to be left-aligned, Center to be center-aligned, and Right to be right-aligned all in the same paragraph/sentence so that when it's seen on the screen, they'll be aligned. However what I do this, the images fall out of alignment.

On desktop, the Left and Right images are perfectly placed but the Center is more left-aligned following after the Left image. I checked the html and it's clear that Center is "centered-aligned".

Is there a simple fix? Or is there some hidden rule or easier way that I'm not seeing?

Ok so fair warning that 99% of my CSS dabbling is in tag blocking and urls, so this is the result of a bit of fucking around and trying stuff moreso than actually knowing what I'm doing.

That said, using this tutorial, I did manage to get this result:

The workskin looks like this:

#workskin .column { float: left; width: 33.33%; padding: 50px; }

#workskin .row { display: flex; }

and the html in the fic itself should look something like this, though I had to retype it to not have tumblr auto-format it:

<p>======================================================================================================================================================</p>

<div class="row">

<div class="column">

<p><img src="https://image1.jpg" alt="" /></p>

</div><div class="column">

<p><img src="https://image2.jpg" alt="" /></p>

</div><div class="column">

<p><img src="https://image3.jpg" alt="" /></p>

</div></div>

<p>======================================================================================================================================================</p>

(the paragraphs of equal signs were just so I could see what the width of the actual text space was supposed to be)

Increasing the value under "padding" should make the images smaller and farther apart, and decreasing it will make them closer together.

Also, if you want the center image to be wider (I think it's just taller? idk how the order of height and width goes lmao) then you can make two column classes in the work skin like this:

#workskin .column1 { float: left; width: 25%; padding: 50px; }

#workskin .column2 { float: left; width: 50%; padding: 50px; }

and give the <div> the middle image is in "column2" as a class and the others "column1"

I think that should work for any combination of column size/number, as long as the percentages of all of them add up to 100.

*Fair warning also that from what I read in the tutorial the flex container used here isn't supported in some versions of internet explorer (10 and before I think???), so this might not work in those browsers.

also, hehehe:

#css #site skin ask #well ok more like #work skin ask #ao3 skins #how to ao3

[incarnateirony]

Truly though, the longer I do this whole metanarrative style DJ leak thing with occasional primer videos, the more I understand why Riddler Khu does things the way they do.

While never have I EVER encountered a fandom so basically rich-socialite-corrupted that people are trained to successfully mass attack/doxx leakers in the name of angry con kids that want to be ITK (2po, scripthunt, every mod in that lot.), much less a fandom that FALLS for this shit as routinely,

Khu still gets obnoxious shit from the occasional PROVE IT TO ME jackass, but it's incredibly rare despite the magnitude of the fandom. Similar to my case, most people with brains recognize how reliable he's been and why he can't say where his shit is from and leave it be but there is always that one self centered motherfucker trying to make it All About Them like folks here do.

But for those who don't know, Riddler Khu is one of the top leakers in the pokemon fandom. But he never just says shit outright. He does things like post pictures that, while themselves are not new content images, tell enough of a story that people use their brains and riddle it out together, and it always comes true.

Ever since I started the musical method, there's been an interesting phenomenon. Most loudly of it, it's that the obnoxious white noise of lies that spew out of my cult of antis just has nothing to latch onto. They lack the honest effort or mental capacity, one or the other, to actually listen, much less do so routinely to the various parts and get the full context. But there's plenty of people that have been listening and have since developed some pretty crystal clear ideas of what I'm saying, maybe even clearer than if I tried to write longass technical posts about it.

And that's it at the end of the day. Haters simply don't have the capacity to Do What I Do, and that makes them angry, but then what I Do What I Do via abstract means, they don't even know what they're supposed to be hating on or lying to counterpoint. They have neither the sense nor the context. So then it just becomes shrill general antiscreaming like it is in its bones. THE ARTIST THAT MAKES THEIR OWN CONTENT UNLIKE US RESELLING OTHER PEOPLES SHIT HAS A PATREON! EVILLLLL! STUPID POOPIE HEAD POSTING VIDEOS I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

And then you see it for what it is. A bunch of angry children throwing feces at the wall. Definitional smear campaigns that they hope to see work, they hope to hide the truth, hope to chase out the person that's been running circles around them for years, but they can't.

And since then, well. All the lies, all the filth he put out there against me. I realized it's been completely undone, looking at the follower count I largely ignore. Why? Because hate doesn't have what it takes to take down the truth, as long as the truth itself doesn't yield to their attacks, which is why spnscripthunt members have been escalating their doxxing, threats, etc the last few months. That's it. That's all they have left. Anger, hatred, revenge. And it's really just, it's all their own faults and they know it. On every level, this is a self inflicted wound. But it's what they have left, for almost exactly 2 months, so goddamn they're gonna keep up the shrill teakettle sounds until the spout clogs and they just explode from pressure.

So yeah. I totally understand both why Riddler Khu and Bobo engage the way they do now. Even when it comes to genuine people, they seem to feel, idk, better? About figuring out parts of it themselves too. Like people love playing Clue anyway and it actually seems to be a better way to spread leaks or any kind of information, period, than writing bigassed posts trying to explain it all that people zone out on.

Just. Thoughts. But no, spnscripthunt. To each and every mod there, I am not ever, EVER going to let this fandom forget you doxxing randoms trying to retaliate against me, and you doing NOTHING to penalize or disassociate from that mod, because you were all involved. Not going to let them forget 2po's con sources threatening hellers at cons with physical violence. Not going to let them forget that you KNEW you were lying when you said my pilot script was fake--lying for EIGHT MONTHS--but you were that dedicated to your hate campaign and salty my copy was newer than your coffee runners, and saltier I knew it despite you throwing half the uninformed fandom at me and couldn't be shaken because we had older drafts and, well, knew it was fucking real resultingly.

They're not gonna forget. And now with this nice collected block list of their mods and users hate trolling my anon box, it's a nice little record to Never Forget, especially once 1x13 airs, and they're truly shown as the hating, anti, bitter, lying frauds they are. Because it's not about The Truth to them. It's not even about the show. It's barely about leaks anymore. It's about their egos, and the violence with which they lost the whole farm.

[floral-poisons]

How you meet for crewel and Crowley plz

Fluff

happy to provide!! considering we don't know much about crowley so far, i'm making the meet-cute more recent (in terms of like the current story i guess? idk i started writing this at 3 am). i went with like an abbott elementary type of thing with crowley.

also the image is wanderer above the sea of fog (1818) created by casper david friedrich.

DIRE CROWLEY

you decided a vacation was necessary for you. working at the royal sword academy was super stressful. it looked all pristine on the outside but you’d argue that the school had just as many problems, if not more, than the rival school nrc.

they were just better at hiding it especially since the school had their fair share of celebrities.

also when were you going to get promoted? it was kind of ridiculous how rsa was ran by another ambrose and the school just kept going with this tradition—

“thinking terrible thoughts, are we?”

“gah!” you almost spat out your drink, shivers running up your body. a man in a bird mask was sitting next to you.

“oh my bad. my students have a habit of telling me that i pop out if nowhere.” he chuckles.

“my students tell me something similar actually.” you sigh. “i’m not thinking terrible thoughts. i’m just thinking when i will get a promotion at my job. it’s ridiculous how a line of nepo babies basically means i will never be promoted to headmage!!”

“oh. you’re going for a headmage position? where exactly do you work at?”

“royal sword academy. run by the great ambrose the 63rd.” there was sarcasm dripping in your voice. “i’ve been at this position for over 10 years now!”

“what exactly if your position?”

“alchemy professor. and sometimes pr management.” you take a sip of your drink. “i specifically got my degree in education to be a headmage and here i am, a professor of alchemy.”

“i don’t think it’s all bad. besides, being a headmage is stressful. it requires a lot of generosity.” he leans back in his seat before putting a hand out. “dire crowley.”

you shake it. “(y/n) (l/n).”

“i’m the headmage of night raven college.”

DIVUS CREWEL

potionology was not your strong suit. it was always your weakest subject and you consistently did poorly in the class. well, not this year!! your second year at nrc would be different!

except the change you wanted didn’t happen overnight. instead, you seemed to get worse as each day in the semester went on.

usually you kept to yourself and you didn’t exactly talk to your lab partner. you also never asked for help because you were taught asking for help was a sign of weakness.

“hey!! hey are you listening!!!”

you look up and it just registers that there’s a boy your age snapping his fingers at you. he had quite the unique appearance with his split hair. your eyes glanced at the logo on his coat. pomefiore.

pomefiore students expected to be the center of attention 24/7 huh?

“i am not. i can do this myself.” you scoff.

“then you’re being ridiculous because you used the ingredients in the wrong order and considering your reputation last semester, i don’t think you’d want to make it worse.”

your face immediately grew hot. “excuse me!!”

“you’re terrible at potionology, even more so terrible at working alone, and your lack of precision and grace in this subject sickens me.” he crosses his arms. “i’m supposed to be your lab partner but i guess you don’t care enough about my own grade since we’re being graded as a pair. this is what i get for being partnered with you.”

“what is that supposed to mean!” you were angry, angry enough to throw the cauldron at him. how snobby!

“you literally have a reputation for causing people’s grades to fall in potionology because you refuse to communicate and you’re horrible at it and whatever you’re doing to study clearly isn’t working.”

your mouth was left gaping open at the fact that he had the audacity to talk to you like that. but more so that he was right. “i…”

“so are you going to listen to me and let me help you? i’m literally the top student in potionology.” he scoffs.

“i…sure.” you scoot aside to let him into the space and immediately he dumps the whole potion.

“we’re going to have to start over and if you wanna pass, listen to what i have to say and follow my instructions. got it?”

“yeah…”

“the name’s divus, by the way. divus crewel.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #nrc staff #divus crewel #dire crowley

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

So, i’m a bi girl and I hate being the cliche of the sob story queer person who cries themself to sleep because they hate being queer, or rather the disruptions being queer causes in their life.

I constantly feel like i’ll need to choose between continuing my normal life and starting a new life in which I only hang out with queer people. Like once I come out on a larger scale someone will brand me like a cow and set me apart with the other queer people. Idk why but I can’t imagine my normal life coexisting with my queerness. I’m not entirely sure how most of my friends’ vision of me will change, even if I know they don’t have a problem with queer ppl in general and that I wouldn’t even be the first queer person they know. I have come out to a couple of them and they all reacted okay, only that my best friend thinks that i’m only attracted to women because I went out with a couple of guys and I didn’t find myself attracted to them in particular lol 😭

I think all of this terrifies me because I considered that regardless of my sexuality i’ll end up with a man in the end, because i’m very masc leaning and it’s also what will be easier for me, but I recently realised that I think I do want to have something with a woman at least once.

I’m very anxious regarding dating in general –even with men– because I find it hard to not think in the long-term even when I do want to be open to short-term relationships too. I logically know that not all relationships are started with marriage or living together in mind, but for some reason I find it hard not to think that way? So I feel like if I start dating a girl i’ll have to consider her a long term partner and i’m not comfortable with that but I do want to know what that’s like and i’m scared

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this, I had a tough week.

I would recommend that you try to open up to people that you trust about your fears. I understand that you are afraid of how they will look at you once they know you are bi but don't you want them to see who you truly are? Right now you are keeping a part of yourself in the dark. I don't think your friends will suddenly think you are a totally different person - they will just see something new to add to the image they have of you.

You should also check if there are any queer resource centers in your region that you can go to. Maybe even specifically for young people. It might help you to talk to fellow queer people about this with the benefit of them being strangers = nothing to lose.

There's one sentence in your message that I want to comment on in particular which is "this terrifies me because I considered that regardless of my sexuality i’ll end up with a man in the end" - internalised biphobia can be a bitch at making it seem like the end of the world if you "end up with a man" but I'd like you to remember that part of bisexuality usually is attraction to men. And attraction is supposed to feel good. Being in love is supposed to feel good. Sex is supposed to feel good. So ideally if you are with a man you will WANT to be with him. The thought of "ending up with a man" as if that's somehow a failure of your queer existence is internalised biphobia! You're not less bi or queer for being into men and for dating them.

That being said, it's fine if you also want to explore your sexuality with women. You're allowed to do that. Try not to worry about who you will "end up with" and focus on what you want to do right now. Even if you already know you favour a long-term relationship over short-term or one-night-stands, you can focus on getting to know people NOW and not about when to make wedding arrangements.

Maddie