Okay if you haven't yet, and you have Netflix/Paramount+, consider giving "School Spirits" a chance.
It looks like a silly little cheesy teenage ghosts show, I put it on for background noise, and then got totally engrossed in the mystery. It's VERY well written, very well filmed, the mystery was GREAT and the payoff at the end is also great.
One of the things majorly lacking in shows I've recently tried to watch is that they try to do a twist/reveal at the end that comes out of nowhere. They don't want you to guess what they're doing. This show doesn't do that. This show wants you to guess. They give you seven different mysteries and enough clues to guess (most of) what is going on, so that when you get the final puzzle piece to any given mystery, it feels GREAT.
The story premise is this: a teenager in hs wakes up as a ghost in the hs, and doesn't remember how she died, and with the help of the other ghosts, tries to solve the mystery of her own death.
Simple premise. BEAUTIFULLY executed. Not all of the questions that arise get answered, but the main one (what she doesn't remember) gets solved by the end of the season, leaving the "why/how and what comes next" to be carried to the next season. It does a cliffhanger RIGHT. But now I desperately want to see the second season (which I believe has been approved, so it's a matter of waiting).
So pretty please, if you're looking for something to do and a great, engaging lil mystery to watch, consider! School Spirits!!
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I lied about posting art next, my bad. Someone on AO3 was asking me about how I plotted out my MASH/Torchwood crossover, so I said I'd drop a look at my planning doc, for anyone that wants to see what it looks like when I'm going full wall-of-red-string about a fic
I'm very visual, so I used colour-coded tables to help me keep track of things. I basically wanted to ensure I knew the BIG MAIN GOAL for both MASH and Torchwood, followed by the B and C plots that were happening at the same time. Once I knew what was the Main End Goal for everything, I then broke the plotlines down into the plot points that needed to happen to arrive at the End Goals without it feeling random. Then I just assembled those plot points together to ensure that pacing made sense and felt good. Obviously things changed a lot from a planning document and the ultimate end, but that's the gist of it.
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Has passed away almost a year since he was captured and brought back to Konoha alive. From winter to summer and winter again....
He never even considered the possibility of surviving the confrontation. His arrogance cost him deeply, for the village and its elders were not ready to let him go.
Did he ever consider the possibility of escaping? He discarded that idea the moment his wrists joints and neck were branded with curse jutsu, or as they call it now living prison jutsu. It was over. For this jutsu will not let him leave or fight. Seal was made to burn through his joints and wrists if he do not stop fighting. Seal also contained all of his chakra in. Without a possibility to use it. And third, if he tries to escape seal around his neck will behead him. His jailor Toshizō never far- like an additional shadow. Toshizō and Shisui were childhood friends and now they are a jailor and prisoner.
That shop? Still, stands? A bit bigger but still the same as when he was a child, swinging the owner's daughter on a swing, laughing and training together. Upon entering for the first time she was there. He would recognize her everywhere. He doubted that she would like to see him now. He didn't plan to come again anyway.
Wrong! He is regular now, better said part of her shop.
Snow covered all the tracks. This was his fault. He decided to avoid her. This winter came with lots of snow. She was outside cleaning, and there was by her side that bastard of his guard dog Toshizō. The man was not doing anything wrong, he even offered to help her clean the path to her shop. At that moment there was human emotion that he could feel. It was jealous.
"Who the hell gave you permission to sniff around?" Without mercy, Shisui punched the man in the face. Shackle jutsu prevented Shisui from using chakra, and it burned him when he tried to fight, looks like burning was not enough. A slap across his face stopped him, more like stunned him before she stormed back into her shop. She slapped him, in any other man that may awake outrage. In him that tension and interest growing tenfold now.
Leaning over, to her now, over the bar, she cleans his wrist, cursed shackle jutsu made his wrist bleed. He didn't care, not many people had the guts to even look his way far less to hit him. She cleans and wraps his wrist with bandages.
Tips of his fingers traced over her skin, at first just over her knuckles, over her tattoo. The fingers of a murderer were gentle and soft like a feather, able to cause pleasure and able to leave warm traces over her skin. She didn't pull away. She was just looking at him, and he was at her. That need, that urge to kill, to lift human skin just to see what is inside was gone now. With her was none existent, with her he was able to see all the colors.
Lingering touch continues to dance over her hair, safely tucking it behind her ear, with the outside of his fingers, with his knuckles he caressed her neck and her jaw. Men took him away...
After the incident, he was absent for ten days. A punishment was delivered for hitting Toshizō. Body pain and torture have no meaning has no effect on Shisui. He was tortured a thousand times, mentally and physically. All that bleaches before the true pain he was forced to feel during his time with the Akatsuki. Ninja can be strong he can be number one. But face him with Pain and his black rods that block all chakra and send constant pulse-like pain, combine it with three days of no food or water. Well, food can be tolerated but without water, your body starts to wither and your mind refuses to work going almost mad with thirst. For that three days, no drop of rain fell and it's always raining there!
He came back one day she was injured, he asked but what good that can bring? He can not leave and find that person, he is useless to her. He should never have allowed himself to bring her, them into this position. This is exactly why he discarded his human emotions. And when her fingers brushed his wrist all was blown away, it was just her and nothing else mattered. The whole life of his narrows to this moment. Her gentle touch is all he needs, it breathes life back into him, it sends sweet shivers over his spine.
"Please tell me what happened to you while I was gone?" He didn't know how to tell her I care for you. He was not sure is that even right to tell her, she could do much better than him. He presses a gentle kiss on her brow. He was dressed differently, covering most of his skin, so that she can not see bruises and cuts. He is unworthy to be the reason for her pain and worry.
"I have something to give you before I get back to work"
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// 🗒️ FOR LUUUUUCI
Her ruby lips could put roses to shame, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt them on mine. We meet in our dreams, but every time she feels more and more like a ghost. I don’t know if it’s a distance that I have created, or one that Heaven has. I probably created that distance so long ago myself.
Rationality tells me she’s in Heaven for our benefit, For our Kingdom, and it’s not to get away from me. Yet I can’t help but think of the years we lost when we were together, but I wasn’t present, mentally. I’d lost my spark for so long. I’d lost hope in our people but hers never died. She encouraged me to fight for us. I’m sure she was frustrated when I gave up. Disgusted.
Her candle always burned for us both, but I made her carry that flame alone for so long.
…Did she get tired of it? Did she get tired of me?
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@badtrigger : 030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car. // either of mine (santiago!), any verse (fc3!) | set the scene ✿
Futile it may be, but an attempt is made to turn the old jeep’s engine over. The hood is even popped to inspect the rusted innards after it puttered to a sad halt on the side of a desolate dirt road in the middle of the island jungle. The two did not get far on their path back to Mister Montenegro’s compound and it remains too far away to safely walk there in the dark of the night. Against her anxious nature, Brianne remains unworried, all thanks to the trust she places in her protective company.
The look she casts Santiago after he shares the knowledge that they need to walk to find shelter for the evening is weighted in understanding and all too sympathetic. Surely, when the considerate pirate planned to bring her to his secret hot spring, he intended it to go without a hitch. First, it was in neglecting to remind her to bring her swimwear, requiring her to skim down with an apology. It needed none, of course. The surprise of being brought upon that hidden oasis was worth any brief embarrassment on her part. Thinking back on it now, there was no need to be awkward by showing a little skin along with her uninspiring beige camisole and knickers set. And maybe in their time unrobed together, a hurdle was overcome in this new relationship they are both fumbling through. Their inner garments remain damp, but the jungle stays warm at night and she’s not uncomfortable.
And then this, their vehicle giving out to ensure a good night's rest will be hard to come by (despite a very relaxing soak in mineral-rich hot waters). None of that matters in her point of view. Being here, sharing time alone with him, learning more about him, and still feeling safe in his company despite the dangers of the jungle and its volatile inhabitants, is worth any inconvenience.
Admittedly, this is becoming even more of an adventure, and the courier could easily tease him for that, thinking of how it’s akin to when he took her to explore temple ruins a while back when they were just becoming friends. Intentional or not, he keeps pushing her out of her comfort zone. But somehow being sly is not the way she desires to act around him — nor does any form of sarcasm, light as it may be, translate well between languages. For him, she only wants to be open and honest. Rucksack is grabbed from her seat and swung over her shoulder and the oil lantern finds her hand again. A soft smile graces her lips as she steps towards him, matching the large man's quiet stare with her own; calm, content, its growing fondness undeniable. “All ready. I trust my partner.”
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You know how Abilities are supposed to be an expression or representation or something of your soul?
Well, we all know how most of the character's abilities are compatible with their personalities (honestly I love how this trope has actual canon LORE for it).
But Odasaku. Flawless. Seeing just a little bit ahead in the future. Do you wonder if that was an expression of how he continuously hoped for a better future away from bloodstained paths? Or how the name Flawless implies how he tried to make project himself (to Dazai, who definitely sort of romanticizes Odasaku sometimes, to his kids...to himself even)? How he wanted complete control over his future even if he couldn't do much for his present?
How when Gide attacked him, he specifically targeted that hope for the future in killing his younger adoptive siblings? How with their passing, he was made to realize that, oh...even the future can't be controlled? That his kids didn't HAVE a future and they were innocent so why would he have one?
Just Odasaku being overly hopeful, looking towards a hopeful future, being caught up in it so much that when one aspect of it falls apart so does he, trying to appear flawless to himself and others...
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