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Okay, burning need for a citation on that last one. I’m fully able and willing to believe it’s real though. Dan Kuroto once he’s ditched the sane, helpful CEO act for the true transcendental being he truly is, just about brings a tear to my eye. As for Iwanaga-san himself,  he becomes even more amazing with every new fact I learn about him.

i really do think kuroto dan from kamen rider ex-aid (2016) is one of the most characters ever

Wow, the tip? I can touch my nose with my tongue but I can’t manage the tip. Still, nice to know I share a skill with one of my favourite scenery-chewers.

I’ve stopped being surprised by finding out new insane things about Iwanaga EXCEPT this one time

And now for the actual reason I logged in...

My email got hacked. Now sorting through over 8,000 mail delivery system responses to the crap that got sent out via my hacked account. Looks like it was mainly “Singles in your area” posts going out and maybe some free movie or whatever spam. Did have one good response- a definitely manual unsubscribe post, in caps, very angry. I would have responded manually about the hacked account, but I decided not to, just out of security fears. So Andrew H, sorry I got my email hacked (and I hope he gets a better spam filter). Anyway, ran all existing scans, updated, restarted, ran the scans again, added a new malware scanner, ran that. Ran the other scanners again, then talked to what I call “in-house tech support” and had my password changed. Hopefully that ends my other laptop’s career as a bot-net member.

Whoops

Forgot to post an update. Livejournal support was actually quite quick in responding to me, and very helpful. It ultimately involved me having to mess around with photobucket, to post something for them to use a verificaton, but I regained access of my LJ account Sep 4th, 2021. Considering it’s now Jan, 2022, just goes to show how infrequently I post stuff,

Livejournal, you’re killing me.

So, i can’t log into either of my lj accounts. I get a “password out of date - reset it” message. But it’s been like 5 years since I last used those accounts, we’ve changed ISPs I don’t know how many times since then. To be able to reset the password, I’d have to change the account to my current email address. To change my email address I’d have to log in, which I can’t do unless I reset the password. Oh, and old accounts aren’t deleted after years of inactivity (but their passwords can expire!) just how many accounts are there I wonder, where people have the password, but can’t use it because it’s “out of date”. It’s maddening. .... about the only solution I can see is finding out if we have records of who our ISP was in 2016, hoping they’re still around and signing up for a very short time, just to get an old email address back, so I can reset the passwords, change the email addresses then cancel the account with the ISP. Or, actually get a hold of someone at livejournal, have them see that the email accounts associated with the accounts don’t work anymore, and either let me log in with the “out of date” passwords so I can change the email address, or have them change the email address so I can reset the password. Does anyone even work at Livejournal anymore? For all I know, it’s all been automated, and the only human beings involved are whoever cleans rooms the servers are in. ......yeah, I’m not gonna hold my breath.

Kougami Foundation Internal Research Report: Long-term metaphysical human side-effects due to long-term bodily possession by a sentient avian-based alchemical construct. Or, How Izumi Shingo became a Disney Princess.

The first clue Ankh's possession had Changed Things was something anybody would miss. The balcony and windows of the Izumi apartment, Shingo’s car, favourite spot to eat lunch, etc. Japan was a clean place and bird droppings are only something you notice when they’re present.

The second clue was odd, but a bird attacking the robber Shingo had been chasing through the park- well it was close to nesting season- the conclusion anyone would come to is that the robber came too close to the bird’s nest. Between the adrenaline of the chase, cuffing the man, and the planning of the paperwork ahead, well, no-one ever thought to wonder why Shingo was exempt form the bird’s attack.

The third clue however, couldn’t be ignored or explained away.

It had been a long day, the latest in a sequence of long days, and it would be a long night as well. Shingo had not only missed lunch, but dinner as well, and wouldn’t be getting a break anytime soon to let him rectify the problem. A situation he lamented about out loud.

He found out that he had been overheard by more than his coworkers when not long after he spoke, a Tokyo raven- those eerily clever, oversized urban corvids- dropped off a bag of senbei, sold by a vending machine only few blocks away.

What if Ankh's title "King of the Birds" actually had some weight to it? With the King dead, the guy the King ended up posessing for a year seems as fitting a candidate for Regent until the King's ressurection right?

Honestly, even for a throw-away one-shot, I'm not that happy with this. Really needs a beta or co-author to punch it up I think.

Nobody cares about your dream

But writing it down so I remember it.

Okay, tv show.... opening scene is some muscular guy with slicked-back teal hair standing outside of building getting admiring looks. That building is apparently the front exit of a spaceport (that’s right in the middle of the city in an area with lots of foot traffic) and he is an alien.

Okay, now alien and military guy are sitting in the audience of a sporting event we never see. Military guy is telling alien dude (who is some sort of ... goodwill ambassadorliaison from the aliens?) is being told he wil**l not **be going to the far-off space battlefront, he’s too valuable to risk or some-such and instead must stay here and be forced to compete in the Olympics.

Alien guy (what happened to the teal hair btw, why does he now have a big brown afro?) protests, he’s from a warrior people/been trained as a warrior etc etc,. Military guy is “this is from higher up, no fighting it.” Alien guy is not happy with this.

Next scene, alien is ... visiting with a random family. Oh? Family of some human friend he has, who’s off fighting somewhere. Wait,... what? Why? And why is his hair now the horrible afro only with bits shaved out of it?

Anyway, he’s catching up with them -never-mind how the hell he’s supposed to know them- when they’re interrupted by the tv - some sort of emergency (attack? robbers? fire? brain, you wanna put in some details? No? Okay)

So some sort of emergency, presumably with Bad Guys...huh alien guy is having some sort of fit... annd now he’s turned into a sort of gold-coloured lion-styled superhero. (I like the mask.... is that supposed to be a mask? It’s his face? Okay) Now he’s put his hands together and is firing some sort of energy at the woman who turn into something similar. The guy with them them who is ...not part of the family, but some sort of military liaison//minder for alien guy has freaked out and pulled a gun. Woman protests that’s she’s fine, let him him do his thing dude. And the gun goes away and guy is energy beamed into some sort of blue cat styled superhero.

Before they depart to kick ass, they need to know more. Alien lion now has a sword and.... is this Thundercats but meddled with so much by tv execs who know nothing about it so that’s not even related to the original anymore? I think it is, because he’s doing the eye of Thundara bit, only without the speech, the sword is horizontal and he’s looking into some sort of glowing eyepiece.on it.

Dream ends before they can head out. That’s REM cycles for you. Overall, a very 90′s low-budget tv series feel to it, and sort of a ‘re-imagined’ Thundercats thing meddled with by execs, marketing, sales, producers and so forth who all know nothing about Thundercats and/or never knew about that bit in the first place that it’s been turned into classic 90′s generic superhero dreck.

Brain:”But would you watch it?” Well, I do love that crap, so I’d probably give it a few eps at the least to see where it goes.

To be fair, those are plaits (or braids is you prefer that term). Maybe he’s trying out a new way to get those waves in his hair? Plait hair while still wet after washing it, let it dry = wavy hair.

I present to you... Gou in dreadlocks

https://www.instagram.com/p/CPegOhJH0fl/

what the fuck

Circumstances.

So, back in…. May. The 17th or 18th thereof. The laptop I was using hit the loading screen singularity. It booted to an error message. I could restart, and get the same error message, or I could try to run recovery, watch it fail, then restart.

So geared up in my informal hazmat-lite disposable attire, I stepped out of the front door of my little Fortress of Crazitude, and went inside the house, where the functional human beings live, to use a laptop there.

Searching for something I liked was going to take a while. In that strange Before Time, when people went outside without being masked, Dad zipped out and kindly got for me the cheapest laptop he could find.

Now I could begin my search in earnest.

Starting with the gaming rigs. Hideous, hideous, awkard design (that was hideous). The closest to what I was looking for was an Alienware model… that was hideous, and came with something called Tobii eye-tracking. I don’t want my computer staring at me. Plus, this was a gimmick, I don’t play the kind of intense shooters where every picosecond counts.

I kept looking.

I found a laptop marketed as a ‘desktop replacement’. Just the sort of thing I wanted. Something with the power of a desktop, but without needing me to do a major cleaning job to find space for it, and/or rig up something to hold a monitor where I wanted it? Perfect.

So I looked around, a place in the US, it had them in stock, and they would even customize it. Great, a bigger hard-drive! Okay the thing needed two power-bricks to work, which would be a hassle, but I could live with that.

In the meantime, the budget laptop could just about run an older version of Minecraft… as long it was on the server my bff’s hurricane child had dragged me onto, I could make do.

I made my order. ……….

3 weeks passed. I heard nothing from them. Okay, the world is in chaos, I expected some delays. Still, I wanted at least some idea for how much longer I would be making ersatz icepacks to keep my new little laptop from overheating from the overworking I was currently giving it, even as I did my best to cut down on my usual habits to lessen strain on it’s CPU.

I sent in a request for an update. “Oh yeah, turns out we didn’t actually have one in stock”. So how long till they could get one? “Oh they’re discontinued. How about one of these?”

All the ‘these’ were ones I’d looked at and already discounted. Wait, here’s one on eBay, how I about I send it to you, and you upgrade that one? I’ll pay the extra shipping fees.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t be able to honor a warranty on that.”

My domain is the black hole of electronics. Once it’s in here, it won’t leave again. My OCD means I cant have something sent out to be repaired and have it sent back. Once it’s here, it’s here. I tried to explain this, and said I would waive any rights to a warranty. It would be the most expensive idiot tax I’d ever paid, but I was willing to pay it.

June passed and I heard nothing.

Time to look again. I had toyed with the idea of a custom rig from another place in the US, but, oh, the price tag. And the wait time. …Mainly the price tag. Okay, major purchase for me, and I was going to crack open my savings. But still, I’m on a pension.

Okay, another look, see if I can find anywhere in Australia. More cash could be spent on the laptop itself and not the insane international shipping tool.

I found a place. Custom configurations, in a shell that isn’t painful to look at.

Could it be?

I checked some reviews. Chunky…. I like a bit of heft to a device. Besides, it wasn’t going to be doing a lot of moving anyway. 1-2 metres on average at best. Fans can get loud…. that means they’re working. I can get a headset if I need it.

Ooh, and they have a sale on too. I consult with in-house tech support. I’m told I can get the hard-drives cheaper elsewhere, and another M2 memory stick, then put them in myself.

Sweet, more cash to spend on the graphics card and CPU. Not quite top-tier, but heck, I hadn’t been running any of my games on the old laptop at full graphics settings anyway. No dvd drive though, but every other maker seems to have dispensed with those as well. Oh well, it’s not like I used those much anyway, and I can always get an external one.

And it only needs the one power brick.!

Better specs than the discontinued model, I can max out on hard-drive space and have a second M2 drive just for my games, with plenty of room!

Before the end of June, I make my order.

I find a big hard-drive, a good sized M2 stick, and even an external usb enclosure for the hard drive I pulled out of the blue-screened purgatory.

July, that place in the US actually mails me back. Since I was willing to waive a warranty, they might be able to source a model off eBay. Ship has sailed, I’ve found me something nicer, and I’ve picked out the extra drives for it.

A few days later, the new place emails me. They’re having delays, but we have a new range out which will be coming in sooner, here are the stats, we can switch you over to one of those?

I forward the stats to tech support. Nope, the hard drive you got in anticipation won’t fit. New place “hmm, that’s true, we’ll do our best to keep you updated”.

They do, and and my order’s been put in priority for assemblage.

As August gets into gear, my new workhorse arrives, and the poor beleaguered budget laptop can retire to light browsing duty.

Only the big hard drive I got? Turns out it’s fat ass can’t fit in the drive bay. Oops. But with the help of tech support, I found an external enclosure that will fit it, so I have a roomy and easy to use backup device.

And then I stripped the head on the screw holding in the M2 memory. And the other slot, that requires a lot more work to get to. But I’m already wiped from the ordeal, the files on the now external drives run fine, and I still have plenty of room on the drive. I can wait for the sales, and pick up some (carefully dimension-checked) drives then. (This beast will hold 2 standard hard drives!) and get around to putting in the second M2 stick.

And that concludes this chapter of Crazy Shut-in Searches for Their Dream Laptop.

Argh.

And like a dumbass, I didn’t bookmark http://acetechnologist.tumblr.com and my brain can’t hold information well, so I had to spend a while finding it again. I was in the mood to re-read some of the reactioncaps, only to find I didn’t have it in my bookmarks. I like the reactioncaps, it actually got me motivated enough to finally watch through Kuuga- allthough it was something of an adventure finding the fansubs for it. Still, I’m glad it got me to finally watch it though. -Although ‘Odagiri effect’? Shouldn’t that be ‘Katsurayama effect’? Ichijo is where the real hotness is at. <3 As for lately, finally took a look at some Agito. Got through 12 episodes so far. Was thinking of looking at the reactioncaps for it to help put me in the mood to tackle some more eps, only to find out, no bookmark.

That’s the downside of keeping everything open in tabs. Circumstances happen, and everything disappears, and you realize there were a lot of things you should have bookmarked, but didn’t. Anyway, at least I’ll have more context for the fanfics. Yes, I read fanfic for series I haven’t seen yet. Some things, I do backwards. ....and some things I do in such an out-of-order fashion it goes beyond comprehension.

Reposting so I can find this easier (for, uh.... research ;p ) Well honestly, I started off with view that a well-formed pair of buttocks are pleasant enough to gaze upon, but the absolute fervor so many have was just confusing- and then I come across something like this and I’m “Oh, I kind of get it now”. Not just a well-formed ass, it’s a well-formed ass that allows me a glimpse into the world-view of other human beings. Ladies and gentlemen: Katono Taiko- ass ambassador.

Chase + Tight Pants

Dan Kuroto after he’s dropped the good guy act and launches into the scenery chewing is one of the most glorious hamtastic performances out there, and you can feel how much fun Iwanaga-san is having. The only thing that could beat it is Shindo Gaku’s work as Killbus in the Build New World movie. There’s good chance that if they were close by, even sets he didn’t appear on had tooth-marks. One can only hope the stagehands were given proper guides to each actors tastes so they could properly season each set beforehand. “it’s a Dan Kuroto scene, salt? Chicken salt? Pepper? Soy or Barbeque sauce?! I NEED TO KNOW!”

I just learned that the actor who plays Kuroto Dan, Tetsuya Iwanaga, has a lot of talents. He’s pharmacist (I think making him the only Ex Aid cast member with a medical background), fluent in English, and an actual “genius” in real life. For instance, he got a “triple A rating” on the JAXA astronaut qualification test.

He’s also seems to be soft spoken:

(He’s like this in other interviews, not just the one here in English.)

I bring this last part up because I knew he was having fun playing Kuroto but wow, this drives home just how much he’s having a blast.

He must have had the time of his life playing Killbas... I just hope before he stepped on set there were enough stagehands to properly season the scenery for him.

Actors with multiple roles in toku: Shindo Gaku

Ad/Eagle Sazer (Chousei Kantai Sazer-X, 2005-2006).

Kakizaki Satoshi/Kamen Rider Killbus (Kamen Rider Build New World : Kamen Rider Cross-Z, 2019).

He was also Sid/Barizorg in Gokaiger.

uh, the whole poem’s a bit long for tags.

(Oh and 40/Australia)

Thirty days hath September, April, June and November.

All the rest have thirty-one,

except February alone

which has but twenty-eight days

and twenty-nine each leap year.

Can you guys reblog this and put your age, your country and if you have a method to remember how many days are in a month in the tags?

So I have a copy for myself if/when I ever watch Zi-O

And since it moved Now to headcannon in a way for Zi-O to get his powers, without erasing the Heisei Riders from the timeline. Toei: ”We want the last of the Heisei Riders to be a tribute to all who came before him and commemorate their adventures.” Also Toei: “Have the last Heisei Rider gain his powers by erasing the previous rider’s adventures from the timeline!” What the fuck Toei?!

Zi-O rewrite time! An attempt at retaining a lot of the main elements while improving the general enjoyability.

Keep reading

Falling down The Kamen Rider hole.

I watched a random compilation vid of henshin sequences for most of the Kamen Rider shows (being Youtube, the top comment of course was “I like the bit where they say henshin.”) and well, I did want something different to watch.

I started off with Kamen Rider W, since a review recommended it as a good starting series, and I was pretty much shipping Phidari before I even saw an episode.

Also, Suda Masaki is omfgsodamnkawaii and I am just under the wire as far the Standard Creepy Rule goes. Although it’s more of a puppy crush, as in- I view him in a very similar way as I would an adorable puppy. Yes, I kinda want to mash his head into my boobs, but not in a sexual way. I have all these feelings that I don't know how to process properly. In the meantime.... so cute!

Then I started on a bit of Den-O because I liked the sword form henshin jingle. And Satoh-san, so impressed how he portrays multiple characters. I know it’s all in collaboration with the suit actors, still that’s a lot of work. Plus there’s the dancing, (and I love how Ryutaros’s special power is being able to summon backup dancers and create flash-mobs) and you did all that whilst sick? Damn.

And then.... well turns out I’m a bit too ADD to binge watch a series. Heck as kid, I was usually in the process of reading two to three different novels at any given time. Given that, might as well check out another series.

Wowowowowow Four-ze! Wowowowow Fun, ne? Man is Gen-chan tall or what? Love the interaction with Shoutaro in the movie, Taro club away! JK looks like a live-action version of Zaou Ryuu. I need more screen-time to determine do I love him for him or for his resemblance to my fave anime man-hoe?

Also, Kamen Rider Meteor-  love the disco henshin theme.... is that small blast all there is? I can’t find it on Youtube. I can find a ten-minute loop of Shabadoobie touchie henshin (and why haven’t more people made that into a remix?! I sought out the loop because: 1: So catchy & 2: my brain was demanding "More!!! the henshin sequence isn’t long enough!”) So yeah, more disco please.

Got further through Fourze before oversaturation hit. Well, looking through the Kamen Rider wiki (I needed a guide for who the heck these other riders are that keep showing up in the fanfics) and since Heisei Phase 2 has the characters I’m seeing most, I’m focusing on that for now.

So what next? For some reason I’m still hesitating on OOO, and I don’t think I’m quite ready for Gaim. Zi-O? I’m waiting for the right fanfic to fix the time-rewriting first (Seriously, you try to take my フィリップ  away and I will fucking cut you.) Maybe it’s just the fic, but Build looks a little too emotionally heavy at the moment.

Okay then, Ex-Aid.

Episode 1: I know these shows are marketing toys to kids, but holy crap guys, slow down. (Plus, the 90′s called- they want their colour scheme back.) Still, this looks- aptly enough- to be what the doctor ordered.

Episode 2: Love the op theme. Kagami Hiiro-sensei? You are being such a dick right now. Will someone smack this idiot over the head ... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! IF YOU’RE ALL “SAVING THE PATIENT IS ALL THAT MATTERS”, THEN WHY ARE YOU DUELING INSTEAD ON FOCUSING ON SAVING THE PATIENT’S LIFE?! Someone grab this boy and give him an priority adjustment and ego-ectomy stat.

Episode 3: Why wasn’t Tagia given counseling? Proper intervention and maybe you wouldn’t have flushed a medical career down the toilet. So he got hooked on gaming and put it before medicine. You assholes gave him the driver and gashat in the first place. The game was implied to be faulty, (or at least, that’s the impression I got) meaning he was essentially given a mind-altering substance, had his priorities warped as a result and it lead to him loosing a patient.

So for that he got booted out the door, with the lack of a medical license now making him an unskilled laborer with an addiction problem. Of course he’s back and looking for a fix. (Are they gonna redeem this guy? Hope so.  BTW? Love the hair, dude.)

Episode 4: “There’s no point if you don’t ride me.” Excuse me while I pause the episode and giggle for a while.

Ah, Ex-Aid, I think I’m going to like you.

Flashback time: In the analog days, most girls when they hit those teen years moved onto trashy romance novels. I, as what I believe they are now calling “Xennials”, was still stuck on sci-fi novels during the switch-over and by the time I was interested in such fiction, well I went right to slashfic. (Remember mailing lists?) Joined my first (and only) slash-list at 16. Despite the reigning 18+ rule, I was honest about my age and they let me in anyway. (Perhaps if only to keep an eye on me.) Then mailing lists kind of died off and it was onto web archives.

And that’s when I paused the ep and logged on to type this up. There’s a certain point in people’s lives, where to some degree, they mentally stop aging. On the whole, a lot of the time, I’m pretty much still 16 (Probably a good thing, apparently my mother’s still only 25.) randomly touring though my early 20′s and occasionally re-visiting being 7. Actually when I was in my teens, I think I was time-travelling on occasion to what might very much turn out to be my 70′s (”In my day....:)

Where was I? Oh- “There’s no point if you don’t ride me.” Said the tanned guy in the leather jacket to the clumsy naive young twink of a doctor. You can’t put that in front of me and not have me shed at least 10 years worth of maturity.

(Actually, lemme just check the fic count on this pairing.... ) Still kinda want to pair Emu and Parad, but I have got to start to try watching shows before I start paring off the characters.

Well it can’t be called an FAQ...

More a combination of OAQ, possibly RAQ and ANAQ...

Occasionally Asked Question, Rarely Asked Question and Almost Never Asked Question.

Rare/Occasional: Gnarynhar?

Well, my preferred handle of Thordis is usually taken. Most people then go for adding a number, but, I just don’t like that, I need something I can resonate to, and a number just doesn’t work for me. I have sometimes used AusThordis, but that feels like too much work.

And Gnarynhar is easier?!

Well, no. (It is one letter shorter though!) And it’s a couple of noises of frustration put together, slightly altered and put into letters, but it’s something I made myself, so the resonance I want is there. Usually shortened to Gnar or Gnary by others,,,, it is a bit of a mess to type, I know. The ‘G’ is, well sort of silent, it’s there to twist your mouth as you pronounce the ‘n’ to get the right sound. Nyarr-nn-haarr.

Not easy to spell, not easy to remember, not even my first choice. But it’s mine, and... at least it’s never taken.

Almost Never: Professional Crazy?

I am on a disability support pension, heck I qualified for it back when I was, frankly, better than I am right now. I reason it out thusly: I am crazy. I get money for being crazy. Therefore I am a professional crazy.

My psychiatrist has said I’m not crazy, and I’m not saying having OCD = being crazy. In the end, it’s how I choose to self identify. Read Mara Wilson's article on OCD on Cracked.com Point 2 is where this comes into play.

Looking back into my childhood before the OCD developed, I can see at least one thing I did and say “Yeah, that was OCD right there.” But beyond that, I was always that extra bit different from other kids my age. Hitting (and mostly finishing puberty in primary school rather than in high school like everyone else also contributed to some of my quirks.)

Also, I seem to approach some things differently than most people. I took psychology as an elective in high school, and when I left high school, in the adult ed classes I took as an alternative. I’d be saying something in class, and the teacher was always cutting me off, saying I was off topic.

As far as I was concerned I was on topic, she just never let me finish, so I could show what I was saying did tie into the discussion. I was just approaching things from such an oblique angle, no-one saw the connection I was trying to make.

Plus my social skills were never the best, and towards the end of primary school I was starting to isolate myself. Then in high school, well my friends all went to a different school, and I was left with a combination of people I knew from primary school and didn’t get along with, mixed with strangers that mostly wanted to pick on me. I didn’t have friends in high school, I had acquaintances that occasionally weren’t interested in making my life hell.

So what little social skills I had atrophied, and as I moved closer and closer to my current housebound state, they withered even further. I see myself not only as an introvert, but shy. And for many years I really was. My classmates in TAFE did not see things the same way. But that’s because if I do feel comfortable enough to start a conversation, I tend to verbally hold people down and talk at them until they run away or beg for mercy.

Social interaction is important, Terry Pratchett put it something like “people need to be bounced around by the Brownian motion of society”. I, barely even watch tv anymore.

Roping that tangent back to it’s origin of crazy. It’s also a shorthand I use with my family. Anything related back to my OCD, requests, restrictions, explanations, instead of a long, frustrating explanation they know they’ll never fully ‘get’, it’s easier to just say “It’s a crazy thing.” and move on.

Sometimes it’s more of a discussion, with them offering suggestions, most of the time, I’ve already considered what’s been brought up. Other times, they can add that little piece I’m missing.... for a problem that by all rights shouldn’t exist. -I feel ‘crazy’ is an apt term.

I start with a simple question, and I produce another stream-of-consciousness wall-of-text attack. At least I paragraph it? ....time to look up how to put this under a cut.

Because commenting on the site doesn’t feel right.

Because what I want to say feels too much like making things all about me.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6919726 Yep, back on a bit of a Red Dwarf kick.

The more I think on it, the more I have mixed feelings about this one. Although, maybe I’m slightly emotionally burned-out right now and am having trouble connecting. Or it’s just because the OCD portrayed doesn’t fully fit with my experiences. But that’s the problem with OCD, it’s different for everyone. Heck, as a teenager, for a while I was seeing a psychiatric nurse that specialzed in kids with OCD, and some of what I told her about my problems at the time kinda threw her for a loop.

Honestly, I’m wondering why this fic doesn’t reasonate with me more- the number of times in my teenage years, being locked into ritual behaviours that were part of my pre-bedtime routine. The times I’d mess up a step and have to start it over before I could proceed to the next one, or worse, have to go back to an earlier step and start from there, in tears because I had to start over, and all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep.

Maybe it's the "voices" part. It's never been voices for me, heck, it's not even really words as the intrusive thoughts, it's never been that structured. For me, it was feelings. It was all coming from my own brain, just a part I couldn't control. And as it turns out, couldn't defy. ...Not without repercussions.

For years I was trapped in the glass maze, running the same paths over and over. "Normal" was outside the maze, I could see what it was like, but I couldn't experience it. Pounding against the glass only hurt myself.

My psychiatrist got me out of the maze when he gave me something else. The Dragon The Dragon has rules, if I obey the dragon, I stay safe under it's belly. But if I challenge it, I get stomped.

Different psychologists, all sorts of therapies. All to appease my mother. But that, it was all challenging the dragon. And I got stomped. And afterwards, for daring to challenge the dragon? It's rules got more strict.

Still, I kept following my mother's battle cry. Every different therapy a futile attack, every new therapist or psychologist a new lance. And all the while, me getting stomped, because even though I'd learned about it's punishment, I was still trying to appease my mother first.

So now, I'm effectively housebound. For a while I was bound to my bed, but even my parents had learned not to fight the dragon, and instead of a lance, gave me something better- my own cozy resting place under the dragon's belly. -A granny flat in the backyard.

I'm still living at home, but I have my own place. I pay rent, but it's covered by my pension, and I gain so much more than I could lose. The dragon's punishment is heavy- I can't touch anyone with bare skin, but I can afford the gloves that let me pat our dogs.

And best of all? My psychiatrist is not a lance, not a challenge to the dragon. More a Sage, from whom I purchase tributes for the dragon. ....I'm getting too into the metaphor thing, aren't I? - I'm medication only. The dragon's fine with medication. It's not an attack, it makes the dragon happy enough to rescind a few rules.

Translation being, behavioural therapy only made things worse, but meds and finding ways to work within the boundaries set by my OCD is not only fine, but has seen some small improvements for me.

So yeah, what was going to be a short post in place of a comment didn't work out, I put out a standard wall-of-text attack instead. -But I was right, it was all about me. Which is why I just left kudos instead.

Have I said too much? Probably. Luckily, no-one will ever read this. ;)

Oh for fuck’s sake....

Why is every sci-fi game I play always end with having to sacrifice yourself, or everything was pointless and humanity as whole gets fucked over or be forced to watch as the main character fucks over humanity because they’re being duped or just because they can’t think rationally for 1 minute and realise they’re being total idiots.

Okay, as technology improves, things get easier- but why is it that the biggest morons always end up in space, deciding the fate of all life on Earth?!

Okay, let’s post something.

The Longest Journey. The first game I stopped playing because I couldn’t stand the main character.

Obtuse puzzles, slow movement speed, pointless areas that only serve to extend the playtime. Please, I’ve played King’s Quest III before Australia had the internet and the benefit of internet walkthroughs. I can handle clunky. What I can’t handle is playing a character with nothing resembling coherent thought.

So the game opens in a strange fantasy setting, cliffs, a talking tree, then a dragon. Then the main character wakes up. She’s an art student, but she has no inspiration. .... Bitch, you just had an apparently recurring dream  set in a fantasy land with a sweeping vista- PAINT THAT, a big head acting as the spirit of a tree PAINT THAT, and a freaking *dragon* PAINT THAT.

Okay, we’re in her bedroom in a boarding house. Small, cramped, but there is a view of a canal out the window PAINT THAT. We get dressed and head out- a somewhat run-down area that used to be a manufacturing area, all canals and strange collections of pipes PAINT THAT, the small cafe where she works PAINT THAT, with a mysterious door nearby that she wonders what’s behind it, SPECULATE SOMETHING AND PAINT THAT, and another odd collection of pipes with an unknown purpose behind them PAINT THAT.

Oh, gotta get that ring she lost back so she can use it to fix some mysterious machine outside the building. PAINT THAT. Eh, fuck it, can’t figure it out right now.

But really, we need to head to the art school and work on her painting, there’s an exhibition coming up that she has to submit a painting to, and she’s barely painted anything. Let’s go past the subway entrance with a guy sleeping on a bench PAINT THAT, through the park PAINT THAT with a large bridge arching overhead PAINT THAT, to the art academy.

There’s a guy inside, painting. She envies him because he seems to knock out a painting every day. (You know why? BECAUSE HE PAINTS!) And work on our painting for the exhibition (not that the player sees it) for ..... well there’s no indication how long, an hour or two at most, before she gives up and any further attempt to have her keep painting has her refusing to work on it because she’s not feeling it or something.

Anyway, let’s talk to the possibly homeless guy that just sits around on the bench outside her boarding house. He seems to know something about her dreams. The dreams of a fantasy otherland that she could paint, but doesn’t because.... apparently unless a fucking angel descends in a light show, says it’s her muse and decrees “here is what you shall paint” it doesn’t count as inspiration.

Anyway, enough of that, it’s a choice of an evening in watching tv, or heading out to the cafe with a friend. Either way, part of the fantasy world will cross over into the real world, that everyone can see, but that doesn’t count as inspiration either.

Anyway, the next day homeless guy is gone, but he’s left a message that she should meet him. Where? Well he only left a cryptic clue, not a location, so you know what, fuck him. That exhibition is coming up soon, and she needs to finish her painting. Oh wait no, I’ve gotten her to the canvas but she refuses to touch it, she’s just not feeling it.

Hey, you know that guy you envy, that produces a painting every day? You know how he manages it? BECAUSE HE FUCKING PAINTS. He doesn’t wait for a mystical muse, he picks something to paint and paints. But instead, let’s run all around town trying to figure out where homeless guy is. After all, he vaguely hinted he knows something about her dream, and really needs to talk to her, but can’t do it on the bench right outside her boarding house where he spends most of his time, it has to be at ..... well she doesn’t know where, but the message she got was that he wanted to talk to her and a cryptic clue to his location. Just tell her to meet him somewhere, or tell the person he’s left the message with where you should go. Oh, message guy? Don’t bother tracking down the person and giving them the message. Don’t even mention me when you see her. Wait until she brings me up in conversation, *then* pass along my vague “I need to talk to you.”

So, as you can see- it’s worth running around questioning everyone she knows to try and figure out where he is. After all it’s not like she has anything better to do. Like, say, finish a painting for an exhibition she’s signed up for. After all, it’s not like she’s an art student that left her small hometown to move to the city just to attend this art school. ...oh wait.

But anyway, let’s run around searching for clues. Ah, got one. He *might* be at an art exhibition of children’s paintings. Oh, we need to take the subway to get there and she has no money. Sure you don’t want to work on your painting? You did move out here to pursue your dreams of becoming an artist, and you need to work on your skills, finish a painting for that exhibition, it is your future we’re talking about here.

No? “Not feeling it” still, okay, let’s talk chase up the owner of the cafe you work at for your wages so you can buy a subway pass and go gallivanting across the city to find some homeless guy that “needs to talk to you” and you have to meet somewhere, but he can’t be bothered to tell you just where.

Okay, got some money. Oh wait, there’s a big key lying on the electrified rails. Fucking *want*! Gotta run around and find stuff to allow us to grab it, which for some reason involves fixing the whatever the hell it is outside the boarding house. Something to do with hot water? You don’t know. Sure you don’t want to work on your painting? Of course you don’t

Okay, key gotten, time for a ride on the subway. We finally find homeless jackoff at an art exhibition, lucky we scored a free ticket, or we would have had to spend even more cash just to talk to this guy.

“I need to to talk to you starving art student. It’s *super* important, here’s a vague clue to where I’ll be, no I won’t just tell you where- this is *important* ...and bring cash, because it’s 20 bucks to talk to me.” Asshole.

Anyway, we’ve found jackoff, and he rambles some vague metaphorical bullshit at us. He’ll tell us more, but tomorrow.

The next day. Ok, instead of the life of an art student, it’s time to hunt down a cryptic homeless guy. The fate of the world just may depend upon it ...possibly, *somehow*, but the fate of the world isn’t important enough that he’ll tell you where to meet him.

Oh no, the only one that might know where homeless jackoff might be, is the slimy guy you hate that also lives in the boarding house. And he’s not going to tell you shit unless you agree to go on a date with him.

So, agree to go on a date with this slime that wants to get into your pants, so you can learn the location of a homeless guy that really wants to talk to you, but can’t be bothered to let you know where he is. Sure, you’re an art student with a painting to finish, but this guy who keeps spouting bullshit at you just *might* know something about a recoccurring dream you’ve been having. That’s worth selling your body for instead of working towards the career you’ve been working towards, right?

Okay, across the city to talk to the cryptic jackoff. He’s in a cinema in the city. The cinema.... is closed. And there’s an employee out front telling you it’s closed, and a cop standing around watching the area.

Can I go back to the start here? Let’s see, I’m controlling the main character. She’s an art student, that complains she has no inspiration despite the fantastical dreams she keeps having every night, and the city around her, filled with mysterious relics of the area’s manufacturing past.

She left her small hometown to come to the city just to attend this art school, because she wants to be an artist. But she’ll do anything to avoid painting. She envies the student that can produce a new painting every single day, but she’s not going to say, talk to him to get advice, or follow his example and keep working on her painting. Yeah, she *needs* to finish just this one, for an upcoming exhibition. But she’s just not “feeling it”.

Instead, oh this possibly homeless stranger she strikes up a conversation with somehow knows about her dreams. Sure it’s creepy that he knows about them, won’t say how he knows and keeps spouting mysterious bullshit, and keeps leaving messages with your friends that he really needs to talk to you, then disappears off who knows where, despite previously doing nothing but sit around on the one bench *right outside the place you live*, but you’ve got nothing better to do instead of chasing him down.

Now, what would *you* do in this situation? Work towards the career you’ve always wanted, or run around a city, talking to everyone you know to find the location of some creep that knows about your *dreams*, picking up a ton of random crap along the way, to fix things you’re not qualified to fix just so you can get to the *possible* location of the aforementioned creep, who leaves messages with your friends about he needs you to meet him in a place, but he’s not going to tell you where, so he can babble mysterious bullshit at you.

Now a real life person that wants to become an artist so much that they left home to attend an art academy, would push through a creative block. Because the only way to improve your skills is to practice those skills, and if they had a lack of ideas would talk to friends or a teacher for help. And if they had a single creative bone in their body, could easily see that dreams are inspiration, and that mysterious objects can serve as a jumping off point for creativity.

Also if someone knows just what you’ve been dreaming about without any reasonable way of knowing so, you’d find that creepy. And if they then kept disappearing when before they were known for consistently hanging around the same place, whilst telling your friends that they really need to talk to you- but never say *where* beyond a cryptic hint, would you run around trying to figure out where the homeless guy wandered off to, instead of working on that painting for the important exhibition with the rapidly approaching due date?

NO. You’d work on your artwork and avoid the unwashed creep that knows far too much about what goes on in your head at night.

But game protagonist, April Ryan. She’ll run around looking for clues to talk to creepy strangers, she’ll collect random crap and fool around with mysterious devices and electrified subway rails. She’ll work through long conversation trees with anyone who’s willing to talk to her. She’ll waste her money on a subway pass so she trek across the city to find a guy who won’t tell her where he is. She’ll poison a cop, and vandalize city property, all to distract a guy that’s stopping her from entering a CLOSED CINEMA that she *thinks* homeless guy is in.

She doesn’t know for sure, but a guy she knows said the asshole she hates might know, and the asshole said he’ll tell her, but only if she goes out on a date with him. Not that there’s any reason to trust this jerk that obviously only wants in her pants, or the homeless creep that she’s trying to find. But what else is an aspiring painter going to do? Paint? Nah.

So talking to the cinema employee, maybe we can ask him if homeless jackoff is inside? Oh, no she’s not going to do that. The slimy asshole that wants in her pants said jackoff is inside and that’s good enough for her! This employee guy is pretty dumb, so if we tell him we’re here to meet jackoff who’s waiting for us inside, he’d probably let us in, or at least confirm if jackoff is here or not.

No? Not going to do that either? Well how do we get in this place? Wait for tonight when it opens? Oh no, this is far too important to wait. Hmm, dumbass keeps fiddling with the sign, looks like some dodgy wiring. Oh hey, there’s an electrical box that’s obviously city property, if we break that, that might just distract dumbass over here. Or it might be for the streetlight or some traffic lights close by, but who’s got time to think about that?

No our main problem now is, there’s a cop hanging around, watching everything. We start breaking the law in front of him, we’re getting hauled off. What to do? Hmm, there’s a disgusting leaking trashcan here and oh! We have a piece of candy in our pocket. Let’s move the trashcan, dip the candy in the filth and then give the candy to the cop!

And tada! We have successfully poisoned the cop! Oh spitting out that crap you gave him made dumbass loose his shit at the cop. The cop’s left to go be sick, maybe go to the hospital. Sure that’s a criminal act, but hey, there’s a *chance* that this homeless jackoff we want to talk to may be inside, and you can’t vandalize city property in order to distract someone long enough to sneak into a closed cinema if the fuzz is watching. This is all common sense.

Okay, the cop’s gone with dumbass hot on his heels, left his hat too. Score! Okay, enter the cinema? Nope, we need to enter from the alleyway, and the gate into the alley is locked.

Well we did poison the cop so we could break public property, better get on with that. So, subway key opens up the electrical box, and cobbling together some of the random junk we’ve picked up will allow us to fuck with the workings.

And the marquee on the cinema is broken! And hey, here’s dumbass back, looks like you’ve got some work to do buddy! Not that it will fix the problem, but hey, he unlocked the gate when he went to grab is tools. Now we can sneak into the alley while he works on the sign.

Ah! Guy with gun, nope just some trash casting a shadow. How odd. Now into the cinema through the fire door. Shit, it’s locked, and setting of the fire alarm will bring dumbass running.

Hm, time to look at the crap we’re hauling around. Put the cop’s hat on the garbage, and presto, the shadow of a cop brandishing a gun. But we don’t want dumbass to look for more than a second.... Oh we have a toy monkey that shouts threats and demands you dance. Perfect! Now it’s arson time.

We open up a trashcan and start a garbage fire. Homeless jackoff would be proud. The alarm goes off and unlocks the door. Dumbass comes running, but monkey toy is screaming out that you must dance or he’ll cap you, and that stops him from looking at” the man with a gun” to realize it’s just the shadow of piled garbage.

Our criminal career off to a brilliant start, we slip into the cinema, hoping that slimy was telling the truth and jackoff really is in there. Oh hey, he is! Now he can ramble at us about old movies. Important.

Oh we’re going back out into the alley? Lucky break, the fire’s out and dumbass is gone. So what next? ....Homeless jackoff is apparently a magic homeless jackoff, we have a swirly portal here. Jackoff says get going, oh and when you land, hit up his buddy.

Woo! Portal time! Where does it go? What will happen to you April? You’re just a humble art student. Oh wait, you’d rather do anything than paint, uncertain death away!

Ulp, portal travel. Blergh. So, where are you now? A catacomb? Oh wait, a temple, let’s see if the priest there will finally tell us what’s going on. And.... he does not speak english, but we can’t do anything else, so let’s just stand here and listen to what we can’t understand.

Slowly the words become english, oh wait, no we’ve gained the mystical ability to speak the language here because we took the time to listen, also it’s because April is “special”. Well depending on your definition, that’s true, but the game’s not working off the same one I’m using.

So, where the fuck are we? Priest guy is the something of whatever, and tells us we are in another world, one that doesn’t work off science and logic, but magic! Well April doesn’t work off logic either, so being trapped in a different world with no money, food, place to stay, livelihood or knowledge of how *anything* here works? Not a problem.

Still, this place is completely unfamiliar, so an explanation from someone who understands just how out of her depth would be good. Can the priest direct us to jackoff’s buddy? Nope, no idea where the dude lives, and he’s not known by name around here, just as the Rolling Man.

Okay, off into the city! Let’s wander around the market. Oh, a map maker- does he know where the Rolling Man is? Yes, but he’s not going to tell you. Fuck. His delivery boy just quit though, so maybe if you work for him you can break into his files later on. It’s low pay.... but you have zero money in this world, so the only way is up.

Okay, deliver a map to a sailor, and get his signature to confirm delivery. Simple enough, let’s find the docks. Huh, word is ship travel’s stalled in this port town because a wizard’s been fucking with the wind. How whimsical. Anyway, we got a boat to find.

Okay sailor man, here’s your map. That’ll be one coin for the delivery and sign here, or my boss will fire me. What do you mean you won’t sign?! Conversation time, oh, he can’t write. Just put anything, an ‘x’ will do. Nope, apparently writing is bad juju. But without a signature you’re out a job and the the only chance to find rolling buddy.

You want music, then you’ll sign? Great, oh and April can’t just sing, gotta get an instrument. Well time to see what’s available for the one coin she’s got. Anything? A cheap flute, whatever. So, broke once more, it’s time to play a song for the sailor. Can April even play music? She’s a painter. Whatever.

Music played, money gone, form signed, back to map maker to get the next job. Well, what do you know? It’s a map for rolling buddy, and now as the delivery drone, we’re allowed to know the directions to his place. ..... say what? Can you write that down... oh it appears on the map screen. Good, ‘cause those directions were long and not that clear.

Okay, rolling buddy, here’s your map, and btw, homeless jackoff said you’ll know how to get April back to her world. Time for a chat and a drink.... what do you mean you don’t fucking know?! Oh but here’s a watch. Yay. It’s broken. Of course.

Random junk time, and the watch is fixed. Oh, magic watch, but not really. An aid to access the world transitioning power within. Anyway a way to get home, let’s go. Wibbly wobbly away!

And back with jackoff. So just what was that all about you homeless fuck? A conspiracy, world in danger, blah blah blah. Now April has a choice, hang with her best friend for the evening or go on that date with slimy. According to the walkthrough, he’s going to be an asshole either way.

Anyway next day. Now I could keep playing, a world of science, one of magic, some big conspiracy, the fate of both worlds in danger. But the thing is, I’d have to keep controlling April. And while I’ve gone through what’s happened while I was playing, I haven’t even begun to touch on how annoying this bint is.

I mentioned King’s Quest III. Okay, that was annoying and clunky too, plus tons of death screens thrown in to boot. But the main character was so much better. Yes, he knew nothing about the world he was in, but he was kidnapped as a child and had spent all of the life he could remember as a servant for an evil wizard.

What did want? To escape and find a life for himself. As he works towards his freedom, he finds out more about his past, a place to go to, a princess in danger, wrongs to right.

April on the other hand. Her backstory has her set up as an art student, but she never works towards that. She left her small hometown to attend this art school and become an artist? She touches a canvas ONCE. She complains about repeating dreams of a fantasy otherland, then complains about how she has no inspiration.

Everything around her is inspiration. The dreams, the views of the area she lives in, the left over pieces the area’s past. The boy who produces a painting every day, oh how she envies him, but’s not going to talk to him. She’s not going to talk to her friend and fellow art student. She’s not even going to work on her fucking painting in progress. No April’s going to drift around, complaining to herself that she has no muse.

She’s a penniless art student, who is under an obligation to produce a single piece of work for an upcoming exhibition that the school is putting on. This is important to her, or at least it’s supposed to be, because she sure as hell doesn’t act like it is. She’ll drift around, talking to her friends about anything other than her troubles. Hell, she’ll talk to the homeless bum who sits around on his ass all day.

A homeless bum who somehow knows about her dreams and spouts nothing but vague bullshit at her, and that’s enough for her to throw everything out the window to chase after him so he can spout more vague nonsense at her.

He has to talk to her, but makes it near impossible for her to find him to have this talk. And why is she doing all this? Well he said he knew she was having dreams, and apparently that’s the most pressing thing in her life. She isn’t even convinced these dreams are important. She complains about having them instead of getting inspired.

This is not the story of someone who as they chase their dream, learn more about the world and their destiny. This is someone who farts around as she deliberately avoids working towards her dream. Does she have a destiny? It looks like it, but it’s not something she’s been searching for, and neither is it something being thrust upon her. She’s certain of nothing, everything in her life is vague and unfocused. No fighting for something, nor fighting to escape something. Someone she barely knows mentions dreams, and she’s going to comb the city, picking up junk and breaking the law because... she doesn’t feel like doing any painting today.

Adventure games, you have to jump through a lot of hoops, but most games- there’s a reason for it. It furthers the main charcter’s goals, or they’re trying to fight the system as it cracks the whip and forces them to jump. April doesn’t have either. A stranger walks over, holds up a hoop and says “jump through this”.

No reason, no pressure, no consequence. The hoop doesn’t lead to something she desires, and there nothing to stop her from refusing to jump through it. She’s not getting fulfillment out the jumping. Random people walk up to her and tell her to jump through a hoop.

How can I write so much and yet be unable to properly articulate just what it is about this stupid fool I can’t stand? It’s a directionless dumbass complaining about her lack of something she actually has in spades, as she does everything to avoid the reason she’s there in the first place.

Has my brain stopped working?

I can’t find the ‘ilke’ button on many pages.... I can’t find it on my page. And when I look up how to add the like and reblog buttons, I get very technical answers that I don’t know how to put into practice.

He’d be perfect as a Ringbearer though, I can’t see the One Ring making too much progress in corrupting Sportacus, it’d likely think it was tripping or something while he holds it, and as soon as someone else gets the ring, the thing is “Sportscandy! No, no, wait... POWER! Yeah, that’s it. (Oh man, what was I doing last night?! Gotta lay off on the metal polish. Ugh, I'm a ring, I shouldn't even be able to get a headache.)"

Ever since I found out that the reason Sportacus’ hat is usually awkwardly pulled down to cover the tips of his ears is that he’s canonically an elf impersonating a human, I can’t help but picture him just showing up in various scenes/locales from the Lord of the Rings movies.

Can you imagine?

Sportacus at the Council of Elrond

Sportacus at the Battle of Helm’s Deep.

Sportacus in the court of Thranduil.

Sometimes the randomest stuff just sticks with you.

In this case, a sentence from a stranger making a comment to himself in a supermarket. “Can’t skimp on the dunny paper.”

It was, what, 15, 20? (or more?) years ago. I don’t remember what he looked like, nor the sound of his voice, (or really, anything else about that trip), but once upon a time, on a ski holiday with the family, in Mansfield, in the supermarket while were picking up some groceries, I overhead something apparently so profound that it and the location are etched into my memory.

I see this combined with the post just before this  :

crystal-caper: “I’m also trying to imagine a rotten vs rivet scenario but nothing is happening all I see is two dudes falling asleep on the ground instead. “

Then Esport and Sportacus come across the two sleeping Robbies, who have slightly cuddled up to each other in their sleep. Sportacus is all "Aww, and they look so content! I'm glad Robbie's got a new friend. I'll have to think of something quiet for everyone to do so they can get some rest."

Esport: Suddenly needs to go to his airship to ... uh, get in a workout so he can beat Sportacus in their next match. Yeah. It's got nothing to do with needing a cold shower and why are you bringing up twin fantasies?! Just because that oddly charming yet annoying do-gooder he's dating is currently curled up with his identical yet naughtier counterpart, does not mean there are are any fantasies going on here! It's about making sure he beats the pants off that sickening, watered-down, goody-two-shoes fake copy of his in their next competiton!

He's going to win big, so big that even that nerd of his will act as impressed he's supposed to be! And the nerd's double! They'll come running up, telling him how amazing he is, two pairs of creamy-pale hands running over his muscles, awestrck by the power they contain and... and...

So yes, two sports elves come across a pair of sleeping Robbies. The elf in blue greets the sight with soft, fond smile. The elf in red stands shock-still for an instant, cheeks slightly reddening before whirling around announcing that he needs to bench press something.

Rivet hands rotten a bottle of melatonin. rotten cries because he can finally fucjign sleep

Finally world peace achieved. Both of them can just nap in peace and temporarily ignore their sports elves. ((Rivet is 100% sure sportacus can handle his hell goblin. ))

Yay, Boueibu season 2 has started.

....and in comparison to season 1, it looks like they’ve lost some of the subtlety. Yes, Season 1 was them being subtle.

This is going to be an experience.

The expressions in #3 are pure perfection, Harry’s especially, this *is* Colin Firth as a dog.

#4 is a scene that would have happened in the movie if they were dogs.

Kingsdog : The Fluffy Service >(x)

Or take the time to log out and leave kudos again.....

Current annoyance: I keep clicking kudos button on AO3 and then that fucker announces:

I don’t care. Some things just deserve more kudos. 

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Io: *so embarrassed* Ryuu: .... honestly, all I’m getting from Ryuu is white noise. For all I know he’s re-arranging his social calendar. Yumoto: ...It’s not like I thought we should call ourselves princes. Atsushi: *is using his glasses as shields and is determined to stoic his way through this* En: I’d say either- “We didn’t choose this” or- “Dude, seriously?!”

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