#to predict and account for how it would look on different screens

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Damon scrolling through tiktok and suddenly gets recommended a video his darling nerd posted that went viral

Spoiler, It's a thirst trap. ♡°▽°♡

🦪 Anon again !!!! >∆<

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! gn! reader

What if: Darling posts a thirst trap?

LMAO 🦪anon your ideas are so fun HADHSAHDAH

Damon was bored out of his mind.

School was out, summer is in, and he's truly about to lose his mind from the lack of things he's about to do.

He's tired of seeing his parents tip toe around him and he just wants out.

He wants to stretch his body and workout, but he doesn't have any kind of mental energy to do that after fighting with his mother just earlier.

Who in their right mind would cross Damon and tell him that his obsession love for you is getting too much by using the family printer and printing a life size cutout of you?

He's upset, but he still got the cutout anyways.

Mindlessly scrolling through his feeds, he decided to go through tiktok like a drone looking for mental stimulation.

The hours passed by, his thumb sliding across the screen as he drank in countless videos of sports, video games, drama, AITA reddit videos, viral videos, random ones, and sponsored vids.

Not until he saw a certain body doing the baba trend.

Sure, they're wearing a mask, but Damon can recognize that frame anywhere that looked so small beside him.

His breathing became shallow, blood pumping as he watched you lift your shirt up for the camera, showing off your body that's making his own body shiver.

You looked so shy, yet so bold as your eyes gazed through the camera with a cyber y2k filter on.

With the music wafting his ears, his gaze fixated on your body as the video repeats again.

and again.

And again.

And again...

It's engraved to his mind already as he shakily long pressed on the video. Finding it unsavable, he inwardly groaned as he frantically tried to find a way to save the video.

Damon was trembling, desperate to have your video saved on his phone as he downloaded a screensaver app.

Breathless as he may, that doesn't mean he's slow to record your video and saving it immediately on his gallery for future watches and uses.

What uses?

That's for him to know, and that's for everybody to not find out as he obsessively stalked through your profile.

"God..." He mused. "Little nerd, holy shit..."

Your profile was filled with you, in a black mask, doing different types of tiktok videos.

But it's no ordinary videos.

No no no... It's all thirst traps.

Baba, that DPR Ian belt dance trend, silhouette... You were participating in all these videos. And everything was to show off your body that he knows and love.

Yet, you don't tag them at all.

So, what's the point?

People were not discovering them too, as views are only mostly at single digits. Yet that didn't deter his annoyance and jealousy one bit as he bit back a moan, watching you tease the camera. Lifting your mask a bit and licking the air.

"What the fuck..."

Damon can feel himself getting hard down there.

It's a treasure trove just for him.

He can feel a twitching smile creep up his face as he gently clicked on follow.

Your first follower.

Damon doesn't know why you're running a thirst trap account, or why you're doing it in the first place.

If it's for validation, then he's sorry but he's gonna make sure he's the only one who can see the videos.

He doesn't know how, but he's going to do it.

He doesn't need rabid dogs on your account. He can't afford that.

Not when he can't exactly kill so many people if you were ever to go viral at all.

But now, he waits as he predicts your next move. If you're gonna go private, follow him back, ask him how he found your account.

All of the videos are saved anyways.

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[ceruleancattail]

no thoughts, only pathetic yandere idia,,,

For you

Yandere Idia x reader

Tw: yandere, Manipulation, Idia Sets up surveillance in your house,

People invest in their interests, don’t they? An artist would spend their money on tools to improve their craft, students buy assessment books to practise, a business person pours millions into their assets….

All hoping one day to reap the fruits of their labour.

Idia’s really not different. His interests are just unconventional, that’s all. Fiction and reality… both exist, don’t they? It’s just about where you throw your stat points, honestly.

He’s not addicted to the digital world, far from it. Seeking refuge would be a better way to phrase it.

In real life, you have to watch yourself. Melt into the background, don’t draw attention to yourself. There’s always so many eyes to account for, too many minds thinking their very own brand of thoughts. Too many independent variables. Idia hardly has the time to analyse every single person that crosses his path.

Games on the other hand, have a fixed formula. Play long enough, it’s easy to predict where the next enemy’s coming from. Which button to press, what combination will deal the most damage, it all can be calculated and accounted for.

Idia would honestly rather invest his time in something he genuinely enjoys. Why waste time and energy tiptoeing around society’s norms? That time could be better spent grinding for the latest event.

Although, he’s finding games a little bit harder to concentrate on. It’s your fault, honestly. When he’s supposed to be focused, your face still pops into his head. It’s the little things. A character who’s voice reminds you of yours, a item that has your favourite colour… even an seasonal skin that would look amazing on you…

All his thoughts lead back to you. It’s an irrational feeling, “love”. It consumes, scrapping away at every rational thought in his head. Love burns with a brightness that’s hard to ignore. It blinds him, stinging his eyes like a thousand needles. It drives him crazy, making him do illogical things.

Bit by bit, he’s reinvesting his stat points. More and more placed into his love for you. Idia’s feelings only grow by the day.

It’s scary, how committed he is to his passions. When he gets into a new series, he plunges in fully.

All the volumes lining his shelves, the newest console to play whatever is released, the extensive amount of merchandise that decorates his room.

The pictures of you he’s saved into his computer, backed up flawlessly. A livestream that displays the real-time footage of every nook and cranny of Ramshackle dorm. A little shrine under his bed, filled with the things you’ve blessed your touch.

It’s creepy.

It’s obsessive.

But doesn’t it all seem so lovely?

The way Idia’s so devoted to your every step. How he knows every single little detail about you. Your life, your personality, your habits… no matter what you do, you’ll still be dancing in the palm of his hand.

You’ll never find out. Idia’s too good for that. You’re his favourite character in this dull game of life. It’ll only make sense he knows everything about you. It’s all in the name of love, after all.

He’s perfectly content watching from a screen. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Idia’s always been like this. Hiding behind a screen. It’s the way he supports his idols. Quietly behind the scenes, with typed words and little emotes.

Yet you’re here. Enrolled in the same college, living and breathing right next to him. Heck, he can even hear your breath right now…

“Idia… what’s..”

A hesitant whisper, shaky with fear. Idia spins around, only to meet the eyes of his beloved. You, standing at the doorway of his room. Gawking at all the monitors floating around the room, all featuring you.

No, no, no!

This was not how things were meant to go. You take a step back, body trembling, shaking like a lone leaf in a storm. Idia rises from his chair, arms held out in an attempt to soothe you.

Approaching slowly, he takes slow, cautious steps towards you. Words flow from his mouth unconsciously. Ranging from panicked excuses to desperate pleas for you to hear him out. Please, please don’t leave. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so listen to him, alright?

Idia takes your hand in his own, clinging onto your arm for all he’s worth. Tears swarming his vision, staring at the blur of your form.

Begging you not to leave, clinging onto whatever he could grab, holding on with the stubbornness of a child.

A truly pathetic sight. You must hate him.

But this is what you’ve done to him. You and this cruel feeling of “love”.

It’s your fault. All your fault.

Idia’s grip grows a little tighter. Squeezing into your arm, pressing scarlet welts of red into your skin. He glares at you, tears brimming in his eyes.

You’ll just have to take responsibility, wouldn’t you? For everything you’ve done to him.

Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it as much as he will. Love is a two way thing, right? Idia will play you like a game, and unlock the best ending for both of you.

He knows everything there is to know about you, after all.

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[thranduel]

the way people are invalidating other people’s feelings over byler and saying “it’s just a show stop crying” really have no idea.

people find comfort in fiction and fictional characters for so many reasons because it’s like an escape and distraction from the real world, and it’s even harder when you relate to certain characters and see yourself in them. when you’re sitting there watching them suffer every single season, never having a moment of genuine happiness while everyone around them does, IT SUCKS. and it sucks even more when you had hope that this character was going to be happy… that a pairing that you genuinely love and appreciate was going to finally realise their feelings and be happy together, especially after all the theories and subtext. it hurts even more when a character is gay and struggling so much with their own identity, feeling so alone and calling himself a “mistake” for being different. everyone knows how much gay people struggle in the real world every single day, and having to see that on screen, especially through the most kind, gentle, loving and selfless character on the entire show, is absolutely devastating.

people aren’t just delusional for analysing things. that’s what fiction is for. in fact, most of the time, the writers encourage people to look beyond the surface. just because something is canon or shoved in your face doesn’t mean it’s good writing or best for the characters and overall story. people do not have to be happy with what’s canon especially when it’s forced and predictable. not only that, but people shouldn’t have to feel guilty for finding comfort in queer characters and ships. gay people suffer enough in the real world. fiction is an escape and a distraction. if people want to headcanon a character as gay, let them. if people want to ship a gay ship, let them. if people genuinely believe a character is gay or that two characters might be in love because they have so much potential, let them. it’s not hurting anyone. it’s fiction. if anything, representation helps so many people. it’s not a bad thing and i’m tired of people acting like it is or invalidating people for being upset especially when they obviously get queerbaited like in this situation (and yes, it was queerbait. the moment the cast, writers, producers and netflix accounts got involved and teased byler for more than a month, they were encouraging it and giving people hope. they could’ve easily shut down the possibility of byler but they didn’t. it wasn’t just fans being “delusional”. also, people in general just made very good points by analysing the show and i genuinely believed byler would be the best relationship for so many reasons. they just would’ve made the most sense). and if people don’t like representation, they can ignore the fandom and the show entirely and switch off their tv. but gay people can’t switch off homophobia in real life. it’s a very real issue and it’s happening constantly. let gay people find comfort in fiction since, for so many people, it’s the closest thing they can get to actual happiness since a lot of them can’t experience things like that in real life. although there’s been more representation recently, it’s still just not enough. it doesn’t even come close to what straight people get. and even with representation, homophobia will always be a thing. people will always be judged and hated for who they love and it’s absolutely unfair and disgusting. so when there’s an opportunity to make some really incredible gay characters and ships and the writers completely shove it to the side and get people’s hopes up, they have every right to be devastated. straight people have more than enough as is. and i’m not saying that automatically means every single character must be gay, but i’m saying when they’re clearly building something up and teasing it like byler, they shouldn’t be cowards and back out after getting people excited. it feels like a huge slap in the face. it’s also so unfair to will who didn’t deserve to be shoved in the middle of this mess and used to force a straight ship back together. it’s just insulting and harmful for so many reasons. he was supposed to have special moments about himself and that painting that he worked so hard on was supposed to be about him and mike only, not eleven. i’m sick of eleven being mentioned in almost every mike and will scene. i understand why will wasn’t ready to confess directly but the fact that he was used to force mike and eleven back together and he’s the only reason mike said his monologue just doesn’t sit right with me. i’m hoping that season 5 fixes all of this but after all the hope i had for this season, it’s really hard to be positive about it. i just hope will can be happy at least.

#byler #stranger things #stranger things spoilers

[gunsatthaphan]

Heyyy! I have been following your account for a while and I LOVE to hear your analysis, they have such a nice balance of objectivity and going gaga xD.

So, whenever you have time and if you want; to can you share your thoughts on the current gmmtv pillar couples, like their offscreen and on-screen presence/chemistry. Since, most of them are new except EM, I am trying to understand/predict how this will pan out how successful these ships will be going forward.

A few examples

FK : Onscreen: They are just so comfortable with each other, every scene, from being not liking each other but simping to what they were in OS. Offscreen: They have such soulmate/best friend vibes which feels so sincere, and despite lack of physical touches/skinship like OG, JD, or even First with other people like Tay, they have better chemistry than most ships I have seen(maybe the constant staring at each other while talking things, most interviews feel like they are talking to each other). Khaotung needs to stop looking at First not just when first is talking but also when he is talking xD

FB: Onscreen : I just don't get it, I dropped a boss and a babe so many times, because I just could not! I see no chemistry/ not even I care for you chemistry. But I feel that was maybe direction, because the 10 seconds of OF between them had so much more chemistry than the whole ABAB. Offscreen: I love their banter and they are pretty fun to watch, but again it is a lot of brotherly vibe, maybe because they loook sooo similar. I think this ship will dissolve soon, idk

EM: They seem to have similar chemistry/ characters both oncsreen and offscreen, given earth is more relaxed since he is not a troubled man like his characters . I have not seen cupid's last wish, but in both MLC and ATOTS, and real life, mix is always the sulking young guy and earth, the more mature elder guy. They are already succesful as a ship so yeah

Wow, this ended up being long xD

hi there anon!

thank you for appreciating my opinions. after having some people in my inbox who don't, this is nice to hear 😌

I already shared my take on the current gmm couples a few weeks ago here but to comment on your thoughts:

FK: couldn't agree more. everyone who follows me knows they're my favorites and that won't change anytime soon lol. I like that they don't do fanservice or skinship stuff bc their energy around each other is more than enough to make me lose my mind lol.

FB: I like their dynamic off-screen, they're likable people, but ABAAB is so bad that I'm having a hard time separating their on- and off-screen presence lol. I hope they redeem themselves with only friends bc right now they're a lost cause for me.

EM: love them!!! I said this in my previous post but they're giving comfort couple energy lol. their characters are a bit similar sometimes but that might be due to the fact that they're a very distinct pairing. they're 2 very different types compared to the other couples so their characters often go into a similar direction which I don't mind though and would not file as typecasting. I always felt like they matched their characters very well. they've been around for a while so I don't know what their future looks like but for now they're one of my favorites for sure ✌🏻

xxx

#gmmtv #opinions #thoughts

[cyberrat]

66th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Bruce/Jason – cont B65F13 – Part 3/? – Bruce is just immediately sussed out but doesn't know about it.

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Jason has sat up abruptly once he’s scrolled through B’s virtually non-existent bio and noticed the first picture. By now he is sitting hunched over with his elbows on his knees, feeling queasy in a weirdly good way as he wonders for how stupid Bruce takes him for.

Had he thought he wouldn’t notice the stupid marble counter he’s got in his bathrooms all over the manor? Or had he thought he wouldn’t notice just how perfectly toned his abs were?

Had he thought Jason would not recognize every single goddamn scar littering his body?!

“He thinks I’m an idiot,” he whispers again and again, his finger feeling a little shaky as he slowly scrolls through the pictures. Picture after picture of Bruce Wayne posing like a fuckboy and not even trying to hide the graying fur on his chest.

How, just… how?

“Did someone help you, you absolute disaster?” he whispers at the screen. “Did you make Alfred take horny pictures of you so you could do… whatever it is you’re doing right now?”

What is he trying to do? Spy on him? It’s not like Jason made a secret out of his account. It’s not like he’s… embarrassed or anything. He just elected to tell a very small circle of friends to which Bruce goshdarn Wayne did not belonged. So someone from that small circle-

It’s Barbara. Who is he even kidding? Barbara is the snitch because she’s been trying for ages now to get them together which is still weird and stuff.

And stuff, yeah. Yeah…

“Fuck, why’s he so hot?” he groans under his breath, curling his back even further until his head is almost between his knees. He tries not to hyperventilate or something, eyes fixed on the pictures he keeps scrolling through.

For someone so devastatingly brilliant, Bruce could be surprisingly dumb. Jason keeps rolling the question of why around in his head but the most apparent answer (he wants to… like… date) is something he doesn’t really want to consider.

Not like he hates him anymore… but they’ve had their differences, right? They butt heads more often than not, right? Ugh but he’s hot…

Jason has to admit that Bruce just is exactly what he’s looking for. Maybe staying at Wayne Manor in his formative years and seeing him in all kinds of compromising situations had left a mark on him. He’s not too proud to admit that. Could something be done about that now? Maybe. But he doesn’t want to.

“What is your angle?” he whispers at his phone, pausing at one picture that Bruce has most likely taken with a mirror because that infernal bullet hole Jason has pressed his hands against once to keep the guy from bleeding out goddamn it is on the wrong side.

Yeah, the longer he thinks about it, the more he feels offended that Bruce would think that he wouldn’t recognize him immediately.

Which does beg the question… maybe the person behind this profile isn’t Bruce at all, but Barbara.

Jason narrows his eyes and sits up straight again. He doesn’t feel quite as lightheaded anymore. He pulls up their chat and types out a message before he can chicken out.

The Hell is your problem? Do you think this is funny or something?

Hmmm? Whatever do you mean?

He narrows his eyes but starts to hesitate more. Maybe he’s barking up the wrong tree after all…?

That stupid profile. On the app. Bruce isn’t that dumb.

Oh wow he already contacted you? That was much faster than my predictions simulated.

Jason feels faint again so he curls over once more and types while blood rushes to his head: What????

I thought I’d give the both of you a little shove. Didn’t take much, but I didn’t anticipate it would. You’ve both been ogling each other for aaaages, it’s kind of cringey to watch at this point.

He is still staring at the text, brain not quite able to compute what just happened when she shoves a little ‘you’re welcome’ in at the end.

What am I supposed to do now?! He’s got pictures on there!

Let me see.

Jason gets up and starts to power walk through his apartment. Since it isn’t that big, the walking doesn’t satisfy him the way he wants it to. He feels nervous, but… good nervous. He keeps re-reading Barbara’s text. Had they been ogling each other? Well he knows that he ogled Bruce, but the other way around? Ugh this is all just so weird.

Finally, Barbara texts him again.

Oh wow. He went all out. I didn’t think the old man had it in him.

They’re borderline erotic, Barbara. What do I do?!

Whatever you want, I think? The ball is in your court. I think he didn’t expect you to immediately suss him out. Either tell him you know it’s him, or don’t. Or don’t contact him at all.

It’s up to you.

He hates that she is right. It is up to him at this point. His instinct is to immediately reply and let him know he’s been found out but thankfully he halts himself before he can do anything stupid.

He grabs his jacket and his helmet and heads down to the garage. If he needs to think, a leisurely ride on his bike is just what the doctor ordered.

He drives out of Gotham and into more of the countryside which is more of a ‘trip’ than he anticipated but the cool air is refreshing and lets him think much better than the cramped space of his apartment.

However, all his thinking comes down to one point over and over again: Honestly; why not have fun with it?

Jason has a habit of getting too much into his own head, he knows that better than anyone else. He shouldn’t overthink it. Especially because that could fuck everything up real quick.

He should just run with the whole thing and see where it goes. Suss out what Bruce is really after. Preferably before someone else finds his account and… contacts… him…

Fuck he hadn’t even thought about that possibility until now.

He just has to be the first. He just has to.

.oOo.

Bruce spends an agonizing day trying to pretend that he is not checking his phone every few minutes. He holes himself up in the Cave just so the others don’t have to witness his shameful display. What is he even waiting for? What does he hope will happen?

Ugh better not think about it. He’s turning into a pervy old man at this point… he’s not getting younger.

His depressing thoughts are thankfully cut off by the sound of his phone. He forces himself not to be too eager grabbing for it, instead slowly dragging his sweaty palms against his pants before reaching out.

He’s half convinced himself it is someone else, but no… there is a message from Jason.

Hey there. You matched me, right?

Innocent enough. So he’s interested, isn’t he? He has to be. Bruce groans softly and sits down. His knees have gone a little weak. When was the last time his knees had been weak?!

‘Stop being an idiot and just answer,’ he thinks to himself. He stares at the message a moment longer before years of idle chit-chat and flirting kick in and he replies: I did, yes. I found you very fascinating – and you got a nice bike.

#cyberratting writes stuff #bruce/jason #flirting shenanigans

[archangelmacaron]

NTMF College AU Chapter 6

How am I still doing daily updates? This is wild... I just live for the small burst of serotonin from getting a heart notification, I suppose <3 I believe I'm about three chapters ahead, although I have the full story outlined (so pro!) so depending on the next few days I might need to slow on the updates a bit but... I don't wanna LOL Sending another thanks for reading and commenting and even just hitting that heart button <3

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“Thankfully, Jillian is satisfied that I am fine, and not planning to do anything rash, and she has left for work early today because of errands,” Noel said with relief as she closed the bedroom door behind her. “It is barely past nine am, though. We still have several hours before sunset.”

“Do you have anywhere else you can go in the meantime?” The devil on her bed was a bit too casually posed now, sitting with his feet resting on a pile of textbooks. He had a hand on his face as if he was thinking.

“Um, not particularly... certainly not anywhere I can think of that I would be able to go to while also concealing you.” She peered out her window at the sunny day outside, wondering where she was going to sit. The only option seemed to be back on the small bed right beside him, and he was definitely taking up more of it than he had been when she'd awoken.

He closed an eye, seeming to make a slightly irritated face. “You have no projected return time for Spica, correct?”

“No. Unfortunately she is a bit unpredictable, as evidenced by her unexpected murder scheme.” Noel finally sat on the bed next to the devil, the cheap mattress sinking her closer to him. It was her room, after all, he could move if he was uncomfortable. “When she spends the night at Ribellio's she usually doesn't come back until maybe three or four in the afternoon, but sometimes she stays up all night and comes back here in the morning. If she was hoping that she killed me last night, she'll likely head back earlier to see the results, right?”

He nodded. Noel tapped her own chin thoughtfully. “Spica doesn't seem to be good at predicting our behavior, however—mine and Jillian's, I mean, I have no idea what her experience with devils is, or if you'd somehow met before.”

He shook his head. “Unless she is using a different name, we have not. Do you perhaps have a photo?”

“Ah, yes—one moment.” Noel looked around, then grabbed her smartphone from the bedside table. The battery was low, it seemed she had been too drunk to plug it in the previous night. She opened a social media app and typed in Spica's username, pulling up her account. She handed the phone to him, and he looked at her oddly.

“What would you like me to do with this?”

“Eh? That's her account. Scroll for a bit, she posts a lot of food and artsy photos, but she definitely has some selfies in there.” “Scroll?” He looked utterly bewildered.

Perhaps he is not good with technology—I wonder if all devils are like that?

“Use your thumb to touch the screen and drag it upwards.”

“Like this?” He pressed it a bit too hard, and enlarged a photo of some graffiti. Noel shook her head, reaching over.

“No, lightly. Like this.” She moved closer to him to touch the phone in his hands. She backed out of the image and demonstrated the action, then looked up to see if he'd understood—only to realize she was now practically right beneath him, if he leaned forward just a little his pointed face would be able to touch her head. She glanced down to realize that her prosthetic leg was pressed up against his, she hadn't been able to feel it. She turned away in a hurry, hoping he didn't notice.

Ah, I feel like my face is on fire again! It's just—I have not been close to males very often, and certainly not on my own bed! My parents would be fainting in shock if they saw me here now, with not just a male, but a devil next to me!

Perhaps it would serve them right for being so controlling, even now that I am an adult.

She stifled a small giggle at the thought of her parents fainting on top of each other in horror at the sight of her next to the devil. He didn't notice, having finally gotten the hang of scrolling. He paused on an image of Spica making a rude gesture at the camera with a large smile.

“You... make it bigger by tapping it, correct?”

“Ah, yes! You've got the hang of it. That's her.”

He peered at the image for several seconds, then shook his head, handing back the phone. He didn't seem to notice that he didn't have to reach very far to do so. “No, I don't recognize her.”

I'm going to have to trust that he is not lying on this. I seem to be putting a lot of trust in someone I just met—and a devil, no less!—but again I remind myself, if he had wanted to harm me, he certainly would have done so by now...

… wouldn't he?

She glanced over at him again, once again noting how much larger than her he was, emphasized again by being so close to him. Her head came up to about his chest. It would be awkward to move further away now, won't it? Would he be offended? Or is he already offended with me being right here? Ah, I don't know! I feel like the closer I am to him, the less I can think clearly. Is it fear—fear that I am refusing to consciously acknowledge—driving me mad?

She changed the subject in her mind, then verbally. “As I was saying a bit ago, Spica doesn't seem to understand my or Jillian's behavior very well. She assumed Jillian would be spending the night at her—well, I suppose they aren't girlfriends yet, as this was their first outing... Ah, anyways, Jillian is not the type to go that far on a first date! So Spica probably thinks—or hopes—that Jillian will discover my body this morning, and might be waiting to hear if she does before heading back here. That would further distance her from the crime, just in case it does get investigated.”

It would be so traumatic for Jillian to find me torn apart... I really have misjudged Spica. I thought she was simply quirky, rude, and annoying, but it seems she has a very cruel streak.

“Jillian also has one of these... mobile phones, correct? Can Spica contact her with that?”

Noel nodded. “I requested that Jillian simply ignore any texts from her today.”

“She simply agreed to such an odd request? You did not give her details, I would hope.” His eyes were narrowed at her.

She frowned. “Is that important? I trust Jillian completely.”

“I do not.” He glared down at her in a manner she found a bit aloof.

Her frown deepened. She was more than a bit sensitive about people saying anything negative about Jillian after how horrid her parents treated her friend. “You haven't even met her!” “And I do not intend to. I have doubts she'd be as casual as you appear to be when meeting a Great Devil.”

“Ah, that is true...” Jillian had been prone to panic attacks in the last few years, and seeing someone like him would certainly give her a large one. Noel shook her head. “It does not matter. I hope to have this mystery solved before the end of the weekend, and so your paths might not even cross.”

“Hmm.” She was beginning to grow a little annoyed by the non-committal noises he'd make—as if he was thinking everything she said was just slightly idiotic or doubtful. He is the one who chose to contract with me after all, for heavens knows what terms... he doesn't need to be so snooty about it! He could have just gone home!

If he had, however, she would have been dealing with this situation alone—or worse, Jillian would insist on helping her, and she didn't like the idea of her timid friend in danger. She let out a sigh.

“The point you were making—you think I should stay hidden from Spica, correct?”

“Yes. Let's keep the fact that you're alive from her as long as we can. Once she learns you aren't dead, or maimed, she may try again, depending on what her true motives were and what her cohorts demand.”

“We can assume those cohorts are Burrows, Becker, and Lorenzi—possibly more. I will not trust any members of the faculty going forward, and must also consider that other students are involved. For example, Ribellio, Spica's boyfriend... I can't really see him wanting to harm anyone, but where Spica is concerned, his behavior is very unpredictable.” She gave the devil an awkward expression. “I do not mean to make unfounded accusations, but I suspect Spica may be abusing him.”

“If he was chosen by them to perform the ceremony, then he's at least part of their plan. It doesn't matter if he's being manipulated or forced to or not. He can't be trusted. You'll need to be just as wary of him as Spica.”

“I will be.” Noel frowned. “You said you couldn't go out in public with me, and that going out in public was alone was dangerous for me, so I am not certain where precisely you suggest we hide from her.”

He thought for a moment. “Does this building have any unused rooms, like an attic?”

“Yes, but the attic entrance is in Spica's room.”

“Could you get into it without her knowing?”

“She's extremely messy, I don't think it will be difficult. But do you really think we should hide up there all day?” Noel wasn't sure how she felt about that. What exactly would we do to pass the time?

A very unusual thought entered her mind, and she physically shook her head to chase it out. Once again, he didn't seem to notice her slightly strange behavior.

“Yes. We'll be able to hear her when Spica comes back and potentially gain a little insight into her motives by what she does next. It won't be that long before sunset.”

“If you say so,” Noel said with a grimace, carefully standing. “Um, I'll need to get dressed now.”

He nodded. “Do that.”

She waited. He didn't move, simply looking at her with sharp red eyes. She gave him an expectant look. He only blinked.

She let out a huff, shaking her head and gathering her clothing before heading into the small bathroom to change. He didn't seem to understand her annoyance. She thought she heard him mutter something as she closed the door, but she wasn't certain.

#fanfic

[lawannamattes87]

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Week 8 update

Tuesday  10/11/22

 I realized it would be better to record the stories on my phone. There's less space around the video when I do it that way. 

It took some time, but I found the ideal screen recorder app Axrecorder for Android! Not only is there no watermark, but I can adjust the screen size and crop things out before recording. 

When I went to record a story on my phone, I noticed the characters were floating because there was a space between the dialogue box and the character images. I adjusted the height, and now it looks all good. I then did several tests on my other Instagram account to get a feel for things.

Unfortunately, when I brought the video clips into Instagram in its nicely cropped form, it was too big for the screen. So I have to adjust every clip's size on Instagram by zooming out slightly. 

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Wednesday 10/12/22

Posted my intro video to Instagram. This one is long and has no questions, so I posted it as a reel.

My Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/welcome2ourmind/

 I believe polls expire after 24 hours. I don't have a lot of confidence that people will watch and participate throughout the entire story if I post it on different days. They may not bother waiting for the next part; it's more work for them to have to keep coming back and answering questions, and it's even worse if the poll expires before they even make it to the story in the first place. 

Heck, I'm not even sure if I can get people to participate it's sinking in that there's a lot to look at, kind of like this blog!

The only reason I write so much on here is for the sake of documentation; I want to look back and know how exactly I pulled this off. 

Anyways so, if I'm bringing new people to my page, I should make it as easy as possible for them to interact with my project if and when they decide to look at it. So I've decided to put all the parts together and add google form links as a backup if the stickers stop working. 

It's ridiculous, but I will make a form for each question. This is the only way I can think of doing it so that there is a link for each question. Thankfully, I can link multiple google forms to one spreadsheet, allowing me to have all the data shared there.

So I suppose I would make one spreadsheet for each story and link the respective question forms to the spreadsheet.

 This was my process

Create forms for each of Story one's questions.

Create a spreadsheet for story 1 data

Go back to each of the forms under responses, hit the three-dot icon > select response destination > existing spreadsheet > select the spreadsheet named story 1. 

Now all forms are linked to a spreadsheet. This should make it easier to look at the data. 

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Thursday  10/13/22

 I recorded half of my content (stories 1 and 2) using Axrecorder and put all the videos in a folder on my phone. I also added some art I made to use as a background for the questions segment.

Unfortunately, my Instagram still doesn't allow me to post clips up to 60 seconds. So the workaround is adding multiple clips and having Instagram splice everything up into numerous 15-second segments. It's not the cleanest looking, but it'll do.

This was my first go at it. I didn't include stickers since this is just a test.

https://www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3OTc5ODc0ODAxNjcyODg2?

In my trial run, I discovered that you could only add ten images at a time. The good news is that if you go over ten, you can add more later, and the next photo you add will appear last. Since I can't predict how many videos will be on there when Instagram turns my one long video into several 15-second segments, I'll have to change my strategy a bit from how I did it for the draft.

New strategy

1. Go to the account

2. Hit plus icon at the top

3. Select the stories option

4. Hit gallery > select the first Axrecords0 folder

5. In the order you want them to appear, select the clips and photos you'll need. Best to do acts 1 and 2 first and then make a story again with acts 3 and 4. 

6. Go to the clips with images. Copy and paste questions, answers, and google form links from notes to the image. It should be -- question on top,  middle - sticker/answers, bottom - link. 

Friday 10/14/22 (today) I followed the process above for my first story, then added each story clip to a highlight titled Story 1.

#seniorcapstone

[longmontreal]

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I don't use DropBox for anything else, so it's nice to not have another resource hogging app on my laptops just for one app.Īs far as MoneyDance, it's easy to set up, manual downloading of QFX works for me, and the ability to set my preferences makes MD2019 so easy to use and personalized to me. THEN I discovered the DropBox direct connect feature (Well done, MoneyDance!) and that now allows all my laptop and mobile devices to share MoneyDance. I also installed the iOS app and connected DropBox.and hated the 3 device free level limit since I share this with my wife for entry. I've looked at MoneyDance before and was thrown off by the simple interface but with the need for Envelope style budgeting that is native on Mac, I did the Trial.and was very pleased. It works, but slow and some of the features crash the software.

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Check it out for a beautiful new way to plan your financial life!Ĭomplicated path, but I started with Quicken in the 90's, went to MS Money, back to Quicken, switched to Mac so got MoneyWell, then Banktivity 6, then to YNAB, then to Quicken Mac.and with the missing rollover features, did a desperate install of Quicken Windows via Crossover on Mac. With Kevin’s help, we’ve incorporated the feature into the Foresight tools within Moneydance. It’s a great way to plan because most people’s expenses are regularly recurring, and scheduling income and expenses using reminders provide the best balance forecast possible.

Finally, we’ve noticed how many customers loved Kevin Stembridge’s Money Foresight extension, which helps you budget and predict balances based on transaction reminders.

Dropbox syncing will still be available, but there will be an even more seamless sync setup experience for people immersed in the Apple ecosystem. We’ll be releasing updates to the iPhone and iPad apps shortly.

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With this update, Moneydance for Mac can finally do precisely that. For years, we’ve heard that many Apple customers would prefer to drop Dropbox and sync using the iCloud Drive that was built-in to their Macs. It even works with PayPal and ! Moneydance+ accesses an order of magnitude more banks than Moneydance has ever supported, and we’re excited to roll it out initially for US and Canadian bank and credit card accounts, with EU, UK and investment support soon to follow. Now with a single click, you can seamlessly download all of your transactions from tens of thousands of banks and credit card accounts. Entering transactions is easier with the payee auto-complete feature this reduces the number of keystrokes necessary for entering many similar transactions. It is visually similar to a paper checkbook register, except the calculation of balances and sorting of transactions is all done automatically.

Account Register - This is used to enter, edit, and delete transactions in an account.

Reminders and Scheduled Transactions - Transactions and notes can be easily scheduled to remind you when they are coming up or are past due.

Graphs can also be printed or exported to image image files. Pop-up balloons display more information about the data being graphed as you move the mouse pointer over different regions of the screen. Set the graph type, the date range, and any specific settings for the type of graph you desire.

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Moneydance learns how to automatically categorize and clean up downloaded transactions.

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[phillips26vazquez]

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[he-said-irene]

“Who could have imagined such grief would come to us?”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This may be oddly specific but what the heck, how about a scenario with a g/n reader where they’re a fashion designer, and they’re talking with the Adeuce duo in Mostro lounge about modelling their latest designs for a magicam photoshoot, but Adeuce are too busy and can’t help, so they’re trying to figure out who can substitute on short notice, all while a certain pair of twins can’t help but overhear their conversation (delete if this is too much)

I fastforwarded past the “reader talking to Adeuce about their designs” part so I could get to the more interesting bits~

I wanted to actually write the part where the twins modelled, but I hit my 1k word limit just doing the build up to it. If you’re interested in seeing the twins model, please consider submitting a follow-up request when I’m taking new ones!

Model Jade though--

[Image used is credited to KawaiiR.]

Imagine this...

Not enough. The hit of sugar from the fruit juice you downed wasn’t enough to settle your stress. As soon as your glass was drained of liquid, you slammed it down upon the counter, head snapping to the bartender.

“Another round,” you grunted, motioning for him to make it quick as you slid your empty container over.

Jade received your cup with a sigh and passed it off to his twin, who had taken advantage of slow business to invade the counter space. Floyd was collecting glasses and stacking them into a neat pyramid. His heterochromatic eyes peered out at odd bends through the curved cups, shining with glee as he used his newly acquired cup to crown off the formation.

Jade’s gaze returned to you, paired with a fake sympathetic smile. “I’m afraid I will have to ‘cut you off’. Drowning your sorrows with drink is not a healthy means of coping.”

If they keep this pace up, we won’t have anything left for the lunch rush. And how bothersome it would be if he had to take precious time out of his break to restock on their beverages.

“Who cares, as long as I pay for it,” you muttered, slamming a hand on the counter. “Another round, Jade.”

“You are already incurring a hefty tab.” He shook his head--a polite refusal.

“Good,” you grumbled sarcastically. “That means Octavinelle gets another indentured servant when I can’t cough up the cash.”

Jade chuckled, bringing a hand to his chest and not making any effort to deny your grim prediction. “Rather than drag yourself further into the depths of debt... May I ask what it is that troubles you, dear customer? Perhaps we may be able to hear you out and assist with your woes.”

“I’m not sure if you can,” you retorted, fingers rubbing at your temples. “I’ve just lost my two models, and I don’t know where I’m going to find replacements on such short notice.”

“You mean Kani-chan and Saba-chan?” Floyd asked, propping his face up with curled fingers. His cheeks squished against his touch, granting him a more innocent look than usual. “They were with you earlier and left all in a hurry.”

“Yeah. Deuce had a Track and Field Club meet he forgot about, and Ace got detention with Crewel for failing the last quiz,” you groaned, “which leaves me without models for my new collection.”

“Collection?” Floyd’s face suddenly lit up with interest. “Like a fashion collection?”

“Yup, that’s right.” You fished your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, pulling up your Magicam account. The students of NRC may have boasted magical pens, but you wove your own magic with needle and cloth. “I share the outfits I design and make.”

You tilted your mobile device to show your page. Each image cropped nicely, expertly shot and edited to perfection--very aesthetic. Floyd “ooh”ed and “aah”ed at the designs parading across the screen, but Jade’s eyes immediately honed in on your follower count.

It wasn’t celebrity status like Vil’s cool 5 million count. It wasn’t even decent-sized influencer status like Cater’six digits. But it was at least a few thousand, and numbers like that had reasonable sway.

“I could take pictures of mannequins with my clothes, but it just doesn’t feel the same as when real, breathing people are wearing them,” you explained. “It’s hard to find the right types for this sort of thing...”

The twins hovered over your phone, nearly cheek to cheek and shoulder to shoulder, as they absorbed your Magicam gallery. Spitting images, reflections with slight differences--the shape and colors of their eyes, the black tufts of hair that swung like pendulums, framing their handsome faces. Features delicate, yet sharp.

Your voice trailed off as realizations lowly set in. The longer you stared at the twins, the more pieces seemed to fall in place of the puzzle. “Tall, broad shouldered, and the facial symmetry...” You brought a hand to your chin, brows creasing in concentration.

That’s it.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for!!” you blurted out, abruptly standing and seizing each of their hands. “Please, be my models!”

“Mmm? Sounds fun!” Floyd threw his head back and laughed, eager to be amused by something new. He turned to his brother. “Ne, ne, Jade~ Can we?”

“Hmm.” Jade cast a cursory glance around the Mostro Lounge. Not a soul in sight. Then he returned to your Magicam page, and its tempting follower count. “Well, the Mostro Lounge has been looking to increase its social media presence. What better way to achieve that than by cross promoting with a fellow content creator? And what’s more...”

He snickered into his hand. “I could not possibly allow Floyd, nor myself, to continue to wallow in boredom.”

“Then...!!” You clutched their hands tighter, hope filling your heart.

“We will lend you our aid for this endeavor.”

“Yes...!! Thank you, thank you so much!!” You clapped in excitement, your legs caught up in a little jig. “Oh, I’ll need to take your measurements, then tailor Ace and Deuce’s original outfits to your sizes. We also need to find a suitable spot for the photo shoot--a place with natural lighting would be best--and, and, and...”

“There will be plenty of time to sort those details out,” Jade calmly reassured you. “Ah, but first... there remains the matter of your drink tab.”

“... Oh.”

“Furthermore, since you are contracting us... You will need to draw up a formal agreement with Azul, and agree to his terms and conditions by signing off on the dotted line,” Jade continued, his tone even and pleasant.

You swallowed hard. A deal with Octavinelle? It may as well have been signing your soul away.

“You got it, riiight?” Floyd inquired in a lazy drawl. “Cuz you’re a fashion designer and all. You must’ve worked with contracts before.”

“You understand, yes?” Jade pressed, chiming in with his twin.

“E-Er, now wait a sec...”

“It’s just business,” the twins recited in unison--their smiles dangerously devilish.

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[gyucore]

SHELTER: STARTING LINE

pairing: ot5 x reader (individual endings + true end)

chapter tags: zombie apocalypse au, angst, mystery

synopsis: an unknown illness has rapidly spread throughout the world, taking down nearly the entire population and turning them into mindless vessels of death and chaos. in the midst of the rubble, you and your partner find a notice of a safe zone, and are taken in by a small group of survivors. you only have to hold out for seven more days until rescue arrives, but danger lurks at every corner, and not everyone can be trusted.

warnings: mentions of blood, gore, profanity, character death

word count: 3.8k

update: changed D-1 to starting line. the next chapter will be titled D-1 instead

master post | D-1

Up until now, it never really crossed anyone's mind just how much the world can change in the span of three months. Bright and busy streets that were once filled with people of different shapes and sizes, each living their lives the way they're intended, were now dark, empty, and uninviting. Garbage and rubble littered everywhere, and nature had taken over most of the run-down buildings. What used to serve as homes for many were now hollow shells of forgotten memories. And areas that'd been avoided at all costs became shelter for those seeking refuge, be it a dark cave in the middle of a forest, a series of tunnels hidden beneath the local town plaza, or the rotten sewers of the downtown area. Anything to not receive unwanted attention. If it weren't for the looming threat of danger present around every corner, the world would've been a sight to behold.

The downfall of mankind at the hands of an unknown illness. It had spread at an alarming rate, faster than renowned experts could ever have predicted. Endless efforts had been made to pinpoint its source, take note of its effects, and prevent it from spreading any further, but before they could yield the results of their research, the sick started acting strange. Two weeks after getting infected, the patients started behaving erratically. They've refused to eat their meals, lost their ability of coherent speech, and have had their mental capacity regress to that of a toddler. A week into their strange behavior and numerous reports flooded in left and right about how they'd start viciously attacking anyone that came within a certain range.

A child could piece together what's going on, and a good portion of the populace were well aware of what was to come. An illness that strips a person down to that of a wild animal, erratic movements, and accounts of vicious attacks; the whole situation sounded like the start a film one would pay to see on the big screen at weekends, except this was real life. It had already been too late when the horrific realization fell on everyone.

“I don't think we should do this.”

You snap out of your thoughts at the sound of someone's voice up front. It hadn't occurred to you that you'd been staring blankly at the moss covered floor for quite some time. “Sorry, what were you saying?” You ask, getting up from your seat on the ground.

Sunlight shone through the cracks above the sewers, illuminating the person's face. “I said, I don't think we should go through with the plan.” It had been Beomgyu who'd stepped up to oppose this month's supply run.

“Why? Is there a problem with the plan?”

Beomgyu looks down for a moment, briefly avoiding your gaze to collect himself and find his resolve. He wasn't one to go against your decisions. After all, you'd never failed to take into account everyone's well-being in crafting your plans, and none of them have failed the group thus far. But this one just felt.. off.

“It's too dangerous.” Beomgyu says with clenched fists, eyes full of conviction. “I know we're basically out of rations at this point but we've never done runs like this before. What if something bad happens to one of us?”

“I've thought this over a hundred times, Gyu.” You tell him, eyeing the rest of your group on the side in concern. “You've seen it yourself during our last scouting, right? There's barely any resources left around these parts of the city. The only way we'll be able to survive until our next relocation is to raid the nearest mall.”

“We could scout the area again.” Beomgyu insists, not letting his gut feeling slide. “We could find some other ways to get our hands on supplies without risking everyone's safety. You and I know the hordes prefer dark and wide spaces. There could be hundreds of them in there.”

“We'll take the risk.” A hand makes its way to your shoulder. You turn and see the rest of your group, Suhyeon and Sungjae, the hand belonging to the former.

Beomgyu frowns at the others' approval. You hold his hand and smile in attempt to reassure him, and for a moment, the two of you stare each other down. By the frightened look in his eyes, you could tell he was scared. And you were too. Everyone was, all the time. And with that fear, the idea of giving up seemed to grasp at your fingers, but the group wasn't in a place to do so. Beomgyu understood that.

“Fine. I trust you.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, giving his hand a little squeeze. “I won't let you down.” Was what you wanted to tell him, but couldn't find the courage to. You just hope things would actually go as planned.

Since the beginning, Beomgyu had always placed his trust in you. Both of you were broadcasting majors in college, and had taken most of your classes together. The first wave of attacks from the horde happened during one of those classes. It was of pure luck that you were seated next to Beomgyu that day. Quick on his feet, he'd instinctively grabbed your hand and dragged you to safety as he ran. And you've never felt so grateful your entire life. The gruesome sight of your classmates being ripped apart bit by bit had rendered you frozen in place. If it hadn't been for Beomgyu, you could've been one of them. And ever since that day, you'd vowed to survive together no matter what.

 The group left the base around noon. It looked like it was about to rain so you urged everyone to move quickly. The last thing anyone wants was to have to navigate slippery grounds.

Getting to the mall took nearly half an hour on foot. You had the group go around, sticking to the edge of the forest. In the situation you encounter a horde of infected, the dense trees and greenery would provide great cover. Fortunately, there had only been a few of them wandering around the streets, making it easy for the group to evade and not engage.

Arriving at the mall, Suhyeon and Beomgyu proceed to scout the area, securing every entrance and exit. You and Sungjae stayed behind, reviewing the map of the mall by the main entrance.

“Don't you think it's strange?” Sungjae says, copying the map on her notebook.

“What?” You ask absentmindedly, drawing your own copy.

“Usually there'd be more infected lurking around. This is the first time we didn't have to fight them off. Kinda makes me paranoid lmao.”

Kidding aside, Sungjae had a point. Supply runs usually never went as smoothly as this, but no harm ever came with looking at the bright side.

“All entrances and exits secured. We're ready to go.” Suhyeon reports tucking her ropes back in her bag. Beomgyu follows behind, giving an affirming nod.

Sungjae passes down copies of the map, and you provide everyone with a final rundown of the plan.

“We split up. Suhyeon and Beomgyu, you take the second floor. Scale the building carefully. Sungjae and I will search the ground floor. Take only the essentials. Prioritize food and medicine. Take anything that can be used as a weapon as long as it doesn't slow you down. Leave the basement alone. That'll reduce the risk of running into one of them. Hear a suspicious noise nearby? Get the fuck out of there. Each floor has three exits and two emergency exits, go to whichever is most safe. I'll trust that Beomgyu and Suhyeon did their part in properly securing the exits. If anything happens, fire the smoke signal. If all goes well, we regroup here. Everyone clear?”

“Clear.”

“Then let's go.”

Beomgyu sifts through the stock room in one of the pharmacies, balancing a flashlight between his neck and shoulder as he grabs anything useful and checks for the expiration dates. Suhyeon volunteered to keep watch out front.

 He couldn't seem to get his mind off of Suhyeon's words earlier. She'd told him about her suspicions regarding the lack of infected nearby. How there must've been something that caught hold of their attention long enough to lure them to another location. Possibly the work of other survivors. Either that or.. they're all having a grand feast at what used to be a group of survivors' hideout.

Beomgyu shivers at the thought. He'd rather there be no bloodshed, even if it weren't their blood being spilled. But if it had been the former, the ones possible for the distraction must've had a lot of reassurance on their side, and a goal in mind that needed the absence of hordes to be completed. Government interference? After all this time? Probably. They were the only ones capable of such a feat.

“Noise about five stores away. Slow pace. You done?” Suhyeon asks, popping out from behind and shining an extra light on Beomgyu's face.

He nods. “All done. Let's get out of here.”

One step, and Beomgyu freezes. His eyes go straight towards the number of ad posters plastered on the walls. It was possible. An important notice from the government spread around through flyers.

Beomgyu finds himself grinning.

There's a fucking safe zone.

Then the grin falls. There was no doubt you'd find out about the same information, but on what lengths you'd go to retrieve it has left him fearing for the rest of the group.

He turns to Suhyeon, face grim. “We need to find Y/N and Sungjae. Now.”

 “The hell?”

The infected collapses on the floor with a thud, its head bashed up from the blow. It had been following you and Sungjae ever since you'd passed through the stock room in the grocery. You two managed to corner it in one of back isles.

“What's wrong? You okay?” Sungjae looks over at you, placing her bat down as she wiped off the blood on her arm. After asking, she notices your hands start shaking. You seemed so fixated on the bloodied piece of paper that fell out from the infected's mouth. She winces when you immediately picked it up. “I don't think you should be holding on to that thing any longer than you should.”

“Right, sorry. It's just..” You read through the contents thoroughly, repeating them again and again until everything just goes blank and an array of uncontrollable emotions started flooding in. “Sungjae..” Your voice cracks a little as you hand the paper over to Sungjae, holding onto her shoulder as she too reads the few words on the print.

T SAFE ZONE

ntact

89

55

tation

“Y/N, this is— You mean, we can finally..” Tears gather in her eyes as she clutches the paper for dear life.

You nod, letting go of Sungjae and readjusting your duffel bag. “We haven't gathered as much supplies as planned, but the ones we've bagged from this grocery should be enough. Beomgyu and Suhyeon can handle gathering supplies on their own. And I think we can both agree that what we need to do right now is to find out more information about this safe zone.” The torn up flyer obviously wasn't enough, and you were confident there were more nearby.

Sungjae agrees, placing the last of her haul in her backpack.

A crashing noise alerts you two, prompting you to ready your weapons.

“The noise came from up front.” Sungjae whispers. “Let's leave through the side entrance.”

You two got out of there quick, not wanting to aggravate whatever was wandering around in the front. The goal was clear.

“Find anything that could lead us to a flyer. Someone must've put them up, right? There has to be more around here.” You say in between pants, stealthily striding your way through the halls.

“Uh, Y/N?” Sungjae stops you as you pass by a bulletin board at the center of the mall. From the looks of it, flyers about the safe zone were plastered here, only that other survivors had gotten to it first, leaving a few useless scraps behind.

If only you'd gotten to it sooner, fists clenching at the thought. “Let's keep looking.”

 The next few minutes were quick to pass by. All the running around, carrying heavy bags were starting to tire you down. Strangely enough, you hadn't encountered any other infected aside from the one in the grocery.

“Y/N, can we rest for a bit? We've searched the entire floor already.” Sungjae begs, exhausted. You remember how Sungjae had the lowest stamina in the group, although she made up for it with her knowledge in medicine and first aid. She's always been the one to patch you up.

“Maybe we should head back to the meeting grounds. Beomgyu and Suhyeon are probably waiting for us there. If they found any useful information upstairs, they'd surely tell us.”

You consider Sungjae's suggestion. She had a point. But the ticket to salvation was already right in front of you. If you'd search for a bit more, surely you'd find it. Scouting the second floor was a no go. All the stairs and escalators were demolished by a bunch of freak survivors called the Lost Boys, evident by the obscene Peter Pan inspired graffiti they'd placed on the floor near the rubble. A part of you wishes they'd have a shitty day ahead.

To go up from the inside, you'd need to scale the walls, and you weren't equipped for that. The only other accessible place you hadn't searched was the basement but that would be too much of a risk. You don't want Sungjae or the others getting hurt. On the other hand, if you were to go alone..

“Jae.” You turn to Sungjae, tone a tad too serious for the latter's liking. “Head to the main entrance and regroup with the others. I'm going down the basement to find more flyers.”

“What?!” Sungjae covers her mouth, realizing her voice had been too loud. Her next words come in loud whispers. “Are you crazy?! Did you skip your rations earlier? I can't let you go down there alone! You said it yourself, it's too dangerous! Think about your safety!”

“But still..” You can't let go of the feeling that you might find something useful if you just kept on searching. Hiding down below isn't exactly as safe as it seems, and resources were scarce. It's not just the infected you have to worry about but starvation and illness as well. The sewers weren't kind to survivors.

“Alright, alright. Fine. You crazy bastard. If you really wanna go down there then at least take me with you. Two heads are better than one or whatever.” Sungjae rolls her eyes as she drags you to the path leading downstairs.

“You sure you're okay with this? Suhyeon will kill me if you ever got hurt.” You try to free yourself from her grip but fail.

Sungjae snorts at your comment. “I can take care of myself. Just promise me we'll be in and out real quick, okay?” She gives your hand a little squeeze as you made your way down, and you can't help but smile. Having someone who's got your back made all the difference.

 But if only you hadn't taken her.

“Shit!” Beomgyu shoots another infected down from afar. “Nine. Hey, Suhyeon, how ya holding up down there?!”

“Twelve! That makes all of them!”

Beomgyu clenches his teeth as he propels down. They were on their way down the second floor when the fire alarm went off. The blaring sound attracted a few of the infected near the area, but not enough to overwhelm the two.

The alarm could only one thing— you and Sungjae were in big trouble. Everyone had agreed on releasing a smoke signal when in danger. The appearance of smoke and its distinct smell would've alerted the other members of the group without attracting the attention of the infected. But setting off the fire alarm wasn't part of the plan.

Beomgyu and Suhyeon rush inside the ground floor, readying their weapons for an encounter with an infected but there weren't any around. Not a good sign.

“Now where the fuck are th—”

A piercing scream cuts Beomgyu off. Suhyeon could barely move when she recognizes the voice. “Please, no..”

Beomgyu places a hand over Suhyeon's shoulder. “It came from the basement..”

And with that, the two took off.

Beomgyu couldn't help but curse you in his mind. The basement was off-limits, and there was no way Sungjae would've decided to go down there on her own volition. It had to be you. He knew you'd be like this the moment you'd find out about the safe zone. Partnering up with you from the beginning would've been ideal, that way, he could've slapped some sense into your head when the time came.

“I know what you're thinking, but going around pinning the blame on someone won't get us anywhere closer to saving them.” Suhyeon blurts out as the two made their way downstairs.

She was right.

Beomgyu clears his head. The details could wait after the rescue. He just hopes he was fit enough to pull this off.

 What awaited the two in the basement was a scene that could only be described as something straight out of a nightmare. There you were standing on top of a banged up display car in the middle of the floor, the flickering light of the fluorescent above you illuminating your bloodied figure as you shot the infected down one by one as they came crowding. Estimated, there were at least forty infected coming in from left and right, prompting Beomgyu and Suhyeon to stand their ground, shooting down the horde as they got closer.

Half of the infected had turned their attention towards the two, taking away most of the burden on your part.

But as the duo's eyes adjusted to the dark, your figure started becoming clearer. You weren't alone. Never should've been but Sungjae was nowhere to be found. Beomgyu could feel the blood draining from his face as he sees what it was you were clutching your arms, or rather, who it was. “Well fuck.”

“Sungjae!” Suhyeon cries out desperately, taking out her bat with her free hand and charging at the horde with both weapons, hoping to get to Sungjae as fast she could.

“Fuck. Suhyeon don't—!” Before he knew it, he'd lost sight of his comrade in the dark. All he could do was continue to shoot, but for how long? His eyes wander back to your figure, and couldn't help but wish it hadn't. He could make out Sungjae's state in your arms. At least, what's left of her. The look on your face screamed a thousand words and emotions. Regret, fear, grief; he couldn't really point it out. You looked like you were just about ready to leave the world behind at any moment, holding your half-eaten friend close.

Everything was in chaos. Beomgyu didn't know what to do anymore. The horde just kept on coming, and he'd thrown himself in this dangerous situation without thinking straight. How had you gotten yourself in this situation in the first place? Why did Sungjae have to die? How will they ever survive this? Beomgyu could only pray for a miracle.

And with the sound of the ceiling bursting, his prayers were answered.

The rubble crashes to the ground, burying most of the infected with it. Beomgyu takes this opportunity to shoot down the remaining few in front of him, maneuvering his way to the front in search of Suhyeon, hoping that his friend had made it through the nightmare.

To his horror, Beomgyu finds her body crushed beneath the rubble. “Suhyeon!” He hurriedly gets the debris off her but realized it had already been too late. She was done for even before the ceiling gave away. Her lower half had already been eaten. The dread slowly kicks in.

He could've stopped her.

She would've still been alive.

A barrage of shots forces him out of his thoughts. He stumbles as he looks behind, seeing the silhouette of two individuals, non-infected most likely, actively shooting at a few infected coming in from the distance.

Are we being rescued? He figures the whole ceiling mishap was their doing too.

Beomgyu's attention then shifts to you, finding his strength to run to your side.

The strangers alone managed to finish off the remaining threat, allowing the two of you some time to pull yourself together.

Beomgyu quickly holds his hand out for you to take, but all you did was stare back at him in defeat.

“Beomgyu, I..” You croak, gaze wavering. “Sungjae..”

Beomgyu watches as you hold Sungjae closer to your chest.

“She's.. She's..” Your body flops down, the smooth surface of the car's roof making you slip. “It should've been me.”

Your words weigh down Beomgyu's chest. He couldn't even bear to look at you like this.

“Sungjae's gone, Y/N.” He whispers. “Suhyeon is too. I know all of this is hard to take in but we have to get out of here right now.”

Beomgyu offers his hand again, and this time, you make the move to take it.

“Better get your shit together fast you two.” One of the strangers calls out. “Your stunt with the alarm attracted all kinds of danger. There's more where these guys come from. If you wanna make it out of here alive, you better come with us.”

He was the taller one out of the two. Dark hair. Probably around your age. The same goes for his blonde friend.

The blonde looks over at the bodies of your friends and sighs. “Small group, huh? I know how you feel. But we can't bring them along. Too risky. We don't want a potential infected in our hands.”

“The jeep's out at front. We'll wait for you there, but I suggest you decide quick. Coming along is all up to you but we're not sticking around here for too long.” He adds.

Beomgyu looks to you, eyes pleading. You take one last look at your friends. Suhyeon and Sungjae. You vow to never forget this day, to never forget them, and to never forget what they've done. The object in your hand served as a beacon of hope, and a grim reminder.

“We're coming.”

“Smart choice.” The blonde nods, and the two turn around to lead the way.

You and Beomgyu follow after placing Suhyeon and Sungjae's bodies safely to the side, leaving behind your jackets to cover them up.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling as you stared at the crumpled flyer in your hand. Sungjae had sacrificed her life for this flyer, and Suhyeon for everyone.

Heavy rain pours endlessly from the sky as you got out, weeping for the lost. You hold on tight to Beomgyu's hand, earning his attention as he looks back. The gaze you shared was enough for you to know the other had been thinking the same thing. From this point on, you were to continue your lives not only for yourselves but for your two comrades as well, swearing to not let their sacrifices be in vain.

And if you could save a few more lives with this flyer, then so be it.

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My predictions on BSD getting animated going forward

I’ll be taking a look at the novel page counts (Japanese and English) and comparing them to the screen time they’ve gotten so far and then using this to predict how long the remaining light novel adaptations will be (approximately). At the end will also be my rough prediction/hopes for the order of some of these being adapted. I say some because I have yet to read what there is so far of the gaiden novel translations, the main story manga has essentially still been on the DOA arc almost since where the anime left off, and I personally think that it’s currently too soon for Storm Bringer (aside from money purposes).

Note, most of this was written well before the anime 5th anniversary livestream but the announcements wound up not affecting it. I then of course made adjustments as needed account for the novel content we do have so far, both in Japanese and in English (officially).

Page to Episode Count

Not counting the afterward, ads, etc for the English/US copy, Japanese is including it

Also all eng page counts are using the Yen Press release and jp page counts are taken from the fandom wiki

*148 is purely counting the Untold Origins portion of the novel. If we also count the A Day at the Agency short story that’s included before it (56 pages), then we get the full 203

Also the English page count for BEAST was noted before the English release date but after page counts have been posted by affiliated retailers, so subtract a couple pages from the written count of 176 for the time being to account for the afterward and possible character sheets being included

Now that we have our page to episode counts (as of April 5th, 2021), let’s find the actual content run time of what we do have animated so far.

Seasons 1-3 and the OVA all have the same episode length/duration. Each episode is 23 minutes, and we can subtract 3 minutes on average from that to account for the OP and ED being played. This leaves us with an average of 20 minutes of BSD story content per episode. So on average, each of the first 3 seasons contain 240 minutes, or 4 hours, worth of story content.

Dead Apple’s total run time is 91 minutes, with the OP and ED making up 9 of those minutes. However, we do have a bit of the story content being played while the ED is playing (as sometimes happens in the anime as well). To keep the math simple, I’ll be approximating story content time at 82 minutes.

Apply these numbers to the novels that have been animated so far and this is (approximately) what we get:

Now let’s use these numbers to predict the screen time needed for the other novels

Note that we can’t really use Entrance Exam as a fair measure because of how much got cut out (just compare the run time of it to Dark Era and it speaks for itself). However, the numbers for Dark Era and Dead Apple are the best ones to use, as they both have minimal changes between anime and novel and both have official English translations currently available. Take out the approximate time taken up by OP/ED and and the numbers pretty much match up.

So with that being said, we can estimate Untold Origins (only) at approximately 3 eps/60 min and 55 Minutes at 1h 40-55min/100-115 min or 5-6 eps if it doesn’t get a movie. We can also estimate the A Day at the Detective Agency short story at the beginning of Untold Origins to take up about 1 ep, probably even a bit less.

1+ 3 + 5-6 = 9-10 episodes which isn’t enough for a full single cour season unless they all get put into one big OVA season, but also 10-11 eps (or less) seasons are a thing (ie. Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited, Blood Lad, Black Butler: Book of Circus, The Seven Deadly Sins: Signs of a Holy War, FLCL)

My personal predictions/hopes for the anime adaptation timeline going forward

This is considering the manga content, current “pausing/stopping points” what wouldn’t be too awkward, each of the novels relevancy/necessity to the main story manga, and assuming we continue with single cour (12-13 ep) seasons

Hopefully/ideally a 55 Minutes movie

S4: ch 54-70

Early S5 (preferably) or end of S4: Untold Origins or A Day at the Agency

S5: ch 71-88/around where we are now?

A Day at the Agency can, in my opinion at least, be chucked in at any point either as a single episode OVA or as the light novel content for s4 (maybe not even taking a full episode and then starting ch 54 in the last few minutes for example). Keep in mind that the current DOA arc is a long one and has plenty to it, so personally I think it may even be better to not include a novel adaptation in a future S4, as it would likely already be a right squeeze content wise. Remember, we also have a few XX.5 chapters that are continuations of the chapter directly before them.

I still need to read what’s currently available of the gaiden novel fan translations but it can probably be adapted at any point as well. I’m estimating approximately 5-6 eps as an OVA series. I don’t really think it would get a movie, partially because you can make it only so long, especially since it’s an anime movie and unlike Storm Bringer, it doesn’t have Chuuya to practically guarantee the profit.

BEAST also doesn’t directly impact the main story and can be adapted at virtually any point. However, seeing as we do have a live action confirmed for it and it’s page count lines up very closely with Dark Era, it can be either 4 eps or (more likely in my opinion) a movie, as it can be considered almost stand alone content.

Personally, I believe it is currently way too soon to animate Storm Bringer as it came out only a little over a month ago (as of writing this) and has minimal plot necessity as of ch 91, but I do believe it should be either split into 2 movies (a part 1 and part 2) or it would need 8 episodes, likely as an OVA season. If it were to get animated sooner than 55 Minutes or Untold Origins, which I believe to be very unlikely, I feel that it would almost certainly be driven by the financial gains of Chuuya being included, and his popularity alone. Reminder, SB is about Chuuya and not SKK. Dazai’s appearance in SB is proportionally a very small percentage and he’s not even mentioned in the official plot summary.

However, you can argue that SB is starting to have some relevance now, with the recent mention of the Order of the Clock Tower in ch 90 and the increased relevance of sealed ability weapons in ch 91. However, I really do believe that you can’t adapt Storm Bringer before 55 Minutes because of Standard Island and its treaty, it also talks about sealed ability weapons, knowing who Wells is, and 55 Minutes canonically takes place during the “downtime” portion of S3. In fact, here’s Asagiri’s words directly from the Afterward (translation by Yen Press):

“this volume didn’t take place in the past, but rather sometime after the tenth volume of the manga. In other words, it’s a tale about the ‘usual’ detective agency in novel format.” (55 minutes, p 237)

Untold Origins also should be adapted sooner rather than later (at least compared to SB in my opinion) because it’s about Ranpo and Fukuzawa’s shared past, which becomes increasingly relevant ch 70 onwards, as well as the need for the ADA being founded (which ties in with Yosano’s backstory in ch 65-66).

In regards to whether I think each of these would be better suited to a movie adaptation or as multiple regular length anime episodes, it’s mainly due to page count and partly due to the budget difference between the two, as well as how difficult I think it would be to animate each of these based on what needs to be drawn. The anime industry isn’t the fastest to switch to newer technology, hence why we see issues with 3D blending sometimes. I really do think that at the very least, 55 Minutes deserves the movie budget because of how detailed and complex the architecture of Standard Island is described as, as well all the mechanical parts needed for the final battle of the novel. Hate the lizard mouths introduced in Dead Apple all you want, but you can’t deny that the 3D cgi was blended very smoothly. For any of the other novels to be movies, it’s more so because gaiden and BEAST can be considered their own stand alone stories that don’t rely too heavily on the main story in terms of when they take place and get adapted. I feel that SB is more likely to get its own season or an OVA season more so due to its length, but multiple part anime movies have also been done before (ie. the Fate/Stay Night: Heaven’s Feel movies), so it’s not entirely impossible. Especially considering that merely having any Chuuya screen time means that you can expect the profit and popularity to really go up, especially with SKK being on screen together (regardless of whether you love or hate how the fandom tends to push a shipping POV on them).

These are all of course just my hopes and predictions and estimates based on information currently available, so take them with some salt. I’d love to hear opinions on how, when, and why each of the currently non animated novels should be adapted going forward. Also please stop begging the relevant BSD official Twitter pages for SB to be animated next and go read the other light novels you Chuuya simp

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