Donโt interact if you support incest, racism, homophobia, pedofilia, or any forms of predatory and violent behaviour online. As I've said, I want this to be a safe space!
Also please donโt interact if you harass people online! I try my best to keep away from negative actions or words and would like my blog to be a safe space! I love the yumeship community! But please, the previous point still stands, please donโt harass other yumes.
I try my best to filter out these type of people as to not support harassers so we can have more safe spaces online. I can also make mistakes, so please be patient ๐ญ
Requests are closed!
I've stopped writting about PASWG and taking requests in general because I haven't really been in the PASWG fandom for a while and I've just grown tired of it, sorry for the asks I haven't posted but I donโt think I'll write them ๐
Masterlist post link
Here is what I'd do:
-Fluff (of course)
-Angst (I love me some sweet angst)
-Headcannons (with specefic topic please because I have already made a general headcannon posts on them)
-Platonic or Romantic X reader
-I might write X reader for both the brothers at the same time BUT not really into it
What I won't do:
-Anything that doesn't envolve clear consent
-INCEST is a big no no here
-Smut (I just donโt feel "qualified" enough to write and post it)
It's not much and I apologize for that BUT if it becomes something I enjoy doing I'll make an actual serious writting do and don't list along with a few other characters availabe
Also I believ it's important to state my opinion on both brothers X one reader:
The reason why I donโt talk much about this scenario because I prefer the separate S/O one due to it being more open to explore their individual needs in another rather than keeping the balance between their differences if that makes sense.
Not that I donโt like the idea of a polycule (Haha! Get it?? Because I call them the Polycure brothers? No? okayโฆ) itโs just that I donโt like it that they're brothers ๐ซ
Also because I'm pretty focused on making them their own individuals instead of just the "twins" stereotype, and as such I prefer to explore their potential alone rather than as a unit --I feel like I have to balance their individual traits out when they are together as to keep it as cannon as possible and I donโt really like that--
Having said that I can and will still write about having both brothers with the reader if It is requested to me! ๐
Plus, I'd like to note that my romantic writting is very turned to the vanila and fluff type of stuff since it is what I'm most confortable writting about! (Plus I'm no good at any other things on the romance part)
friendly reminder that skin picking, overwashing, finger biting, and hair pulling are not โbad habitsโ or personal failings; they are all forms of evolutionarily ingrained self harm disorder called Repetitive Body-Focused Behavior that is a natural response to high stress levels and poor quality of life caused by the same neurological processes that cause animals to overgroom when theyโre kept in inhumane conditions
after Bad Bunny won they added a Latin song category and after Rosรฉ got three nominations the grammys added a k-pop/c-pop/j-pop category they have always been afraid of well-performing artists of color challenging white artists in mainstream categories
please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.
you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.
first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.
now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:
in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.
and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.
and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.
it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:
โข infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.
โข youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.
โข only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.
โข manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.
โข journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.
โข even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.
and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.
what i'm asking:
if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.
if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.
india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.
delhi police lathi-charged the protesters with batons and tear gas. five metro stations were shut down to stop people from even reaching the site. mobile internet was cut in parts of central delhi. the stage at jantar mantar was dismantled. sonam wangchuk's wife, gitanjali angmo, was pushed around in the crowd. people on the ground are reporting that doctors who had set up first aid on site were beaten. eyewitnesses say children, minors, were caught in the violence. people are also reporting that stone-filled trucks appeared near the protest site in the middle of the night, before cameras arrived โ the kind of "evidence" that gets used to reframe a peaceful protest as a riot. the government is calling it provocation. the protesters are calling it a setup.
the congress president mallikarjun kharge said in parliament: "students have been beaten. the government is attempting to stifle dissent." samajwadi party mp dimple yadav said "today will be remembered as a black day for democracy." even some of the police who carried out the orders apparently looked ashamed. that's how wrong this was.
and through all of it the prime minister has not held a single open press conference in over a decade in power. not one.
what you can do right now:
if you are not going to the protests โ and most of us can't โ please send an email. right now. it takes two minutes.
demand the resignation of education minister dharmendra pradhan. you don't have to write anything long. "i am writing to demand the resignation of dharmendra pradhan over the NEET paper leak and the violence against peaceful protesters on july 20, 2026" is enough.
if you want to support the people on the ground: volunteers at the protest site need supplies. you can send things through blinkit to the jantar mantar / kerala house area, or get in contact with someone there and coordinate directly. the local gurudwara has been housing and feeding many of the protesters โ donations there go directly to people who need it. you can also donate to
sachkhandfoundation4073@icici
who are feeding the students and helping them directly at the protest.
students were beaten to death at a peaceful protest in delhi.
let that sit for a second.
they weren't throwing anything. they weren't rioting. they were sitting in the scorching july heat asking for one thing, accountability for a leaked exam that destroyed lakhs of futures. and the government sent in police with batons.
minors were beaten. children. women. civilians.
sonam wangchuk is on day 24 of a hunger strike. our government forcefully detained him in front of everyone.
we are not okay. india is not okay.
racism against indians is at an all time high globally. we get mocked for how we live. britain spent 200 years extracting wealth from india. our own government spent the last decade doing the same thing, we are mocked for the poverty that was built for us by the people who now look down on us for it.
our media won't cover any of this. it was bought. the ruling party owns the narrative and anyone who challenges it gets raided, jailed, or beaten.
they declared themselves gods (literally they did, their faces edited over gods). they are using violence against children to prove it.
i am asking international media to look at india right now.
and if you're anywhere in the world and you're reading this โ say something. you don't have to be indian. you just have to give a damn.
Silly but headcanons of how the polybros help out if you tell them you're cold? Or if their s/o has cold hands, separate?
Just a little late to this Haha....(^_^;)
I wasnโt going to do this, but exam week had me going insane and I needed to write something to take my mind off grades, so I had started this and finished it now (a little later than intended).
Anyways, I hope you guys like this one ๐ฅฐ
Just a cold day...
Warnings: none
Polyester is blue
Reader for Polyester is purple
Polyurethane is pink
Reader for Polyurethane is red
Polyester
โ You said you were cold? Boom. Polyester's already helping you put on the extra jacket he keeps in Double-Low-Riser. You just have to tell him and he'll help with ease, no questions asked, well, none other than:
โAre you still cold?โ
After he's got you into your jacket. Heโs such a sweetheart.
โ He would never not have a spare, not that he's paranoid with cold in any way, but he just likes to play it safe. If he gets cold first he'll go and get it, if Polyurethane gets cold Polyester has another jacket in the car waiting for his brother, if you get cold? Wellโฆ Polyester still doesnโt have a spare jacket for youโฆ But that doesnโt matter, thereโs a store literally five minutes away where he can buy one for you and leave it in the car as back-up by the end of the day.
Problem solved.
And what if there isnโt a store? Well, he'll just give his to you for the time being. When a store does pop up he'll just go there and buy another one.
โAfter a few times where you told him you were cold he just starts to notice it on his own. It just comes as a natural perception to him after the third time it happens. Heโs there, doing something, and when his mind acknowledges the chilly breeze itโll automatically question him if you and Polyurethane were not feeling cold, and well, naturally heโll come and ask you, with the spare jackets already in hands just in case you two really are cold, if you arenโt though, heโll just tell you where itโll be in case either of you do get cold later.
โ--
โIโm home!โ
You yelled from the front door, crouching slightly as you reached to take off your shoes as fast as you possibly could. The way the shoes hugged your feet paired with how cold it was outside made for a perfect combo to give you not only an incredible back pain that worked itself all the way from under your heels to your spine throughout the course of your work hours, but also made you more sensible to your feet hurting as they were completely frozen, which after a while made you reach a state in which the pain was numb but as soon as you remembered it, it became a dozen times worse.
Despite all of those factors, you werenโt irked anymore, just relieved to finally be inside your house again, your cozy and very comfortable apartment that was so far away from the heart of Daten City it was almost considered to be out of it. Almost. Unlike many other instances, almost is already enough, you wanted to live far away from the heart of the city for two reasons: first, your workplace itself is far away from the heart of the city, and thatโs because of a reason similar to your second reason as to why you preferred to live far away. This city is a whole disaster in itself. There isnโt a single day that goes by without you hearing some news on television about another ghost attack that destroyed half of the plaza centers and buildings.
Living there must be a nightmare.
You thought to yourself as you were able to finally just toss your shoes to the side of the door, where there was already a pair of white heeled boots neatly put together sitting, your shoes looked lazily thrown compared to the other pair. Whatever. You were more interested in getting in your pajamas with nice fuzzy socks and sleeping. You arrived home late, important presentations with important people that think youโre just a fancy cog that can create inventions for their problems are always time demanding and soul-sucking. It was already well past midnight, so you didnโt find it strange that when you announced your arrival no one answered. Not Polyester, and most definietly not Polyurethane nor his partner (those two were probably knocked out in the guest room).
You let out a relieved sigh and slowly made your way through your home towards your room, you were so focused thinking about getting warm and cozy that you almost didnโt register that, when you briefly passed by the kitchen, there was a note on the dinner table. You came back to double check it and smiled to yourself before rushing to your room after having read it.
It wasnโt nothing much, only a note from Polyester telling you to eat before you went to sleep with a heart and his fancy writing. It made your night, of course it did, you love the guy.
Speaking of him, there he is, snuggled into the blanket and the pillow in a comfortable slumber you did not want to disrupt in the slightest as you carefully opened the dresser, making sure to keep looking at his peaceful sleeping face to make sure he doesnโt wake up while you try to get your pajamas out of your drawers. After a few winces and furrow of his brows, you gave up trying to get your warm pants and socks, ending up with only the upper half of your original outfit. You figured itโd be fine as long as you changed very fast and had the dinner your beloved angel made just as quickly, if you did youโd be able to warm yourself up in the blankets when you went to sleep, so to you there wasnโt any problem in that.
What a mistake. Youโre literally shivering and shaking while eating up Polyesterโs mighty fine cooking. The food was amazing, as always. The cold you were feeling though? Not so good. You pushed yourself up from the chair and went to close the window, you barely realized how desperate you were to stop the cold breeze from coming in before you had already accidentally slammed the window shut with a rather small โthudโ. You winced a bit at it despite how quiet it was before you sat back down to finish eating.
โHm-hmmโฆโ
You hummed, a smile tugging at your lips at how satisfying it was to eat dinner made by your angel after a long day. Polyester had a natural talent at cooking, and he made incredible use of it, just as he did with every other talent he had, it was natural of him, being as disciplined as he is, he was just bound to be incredible at everything in his life. Maybe thatโs just your bias though, since you've been wearing a ring on your finger with his name engraved inside for many years, sometimes you can get carried away with how you describe your dear Esther.
As you were thinking about it, trying to ignore the fact that you were still shivering despite the breeze not getting in, suddenly a blanket fell over your shoulders, your fork was taken out of your hand and you were wrapped roughly with the blanket. You didnโt even look up to know who it was, you were just wondering what could have woken Polyester up.
โHi, Esther-dear.โ
โMhmโฆโ
You laughed a bit at his groggy hums, he was clearly still half-asleep as he sat down in the chair next to you, with your fork in hand and reached it out, getting a bit of food on it and giving it to you with the best smile he could muster, which looked incredibly tired, but endearing.
โThanks.โ
You quietly said before eating the food he put on the fork and chewing while holding the blanket around you, finally having dealt with the cold issue. Polyester just nodded and waved his hand at you, turning back to your plate and getting more food to feed you.
โ If you dare suggest you're cold and ask for a jacket instead of a hug, he will be offended. What do you mean your first thought is a jacket and not a hug from him or holding hands so he can share his warmth with you? Think better next time.
Okay, for real now, you're cold? Where? Everywhere? Okay, you're sharing a jacket with him. Your hands are cold? You guys are holding them for as long as youโre outside. Your lips are cold? Kiss.
Polyurethane can be a very simple angel sometimes.
โ Oh and yeah, the jacket is the one Polyester brings around as a spare. If he doesnโt come along, then you guys are justโฆ screwed. But it's kinda romantic right? Hugging each other in the freezing cold as both of you turn blue and try to get to the nearest store and buy anything that would block your body heat from leaving you. If there is a store then hooray! You guys got a jacket. If not, then you're staying in the hug for a good whileโฆ
โ Sometimes he'll be the one to ask you to hug him because he's cold. Sometimes he really is cold, other times he just wants an excuse to make him wanting to hug you a little more romantic yk.
โ--
You watched as your feet lowered close to the snow on the floor, boots sinking into the layers all the way onto the actual ground that was buried with the snow from the blizzard. You loved the sight and the crunchy sound it made.
A breeze passed by you, so you squeezed your shoulders closer to you, bringing the fur of your jacket to hide part of your cheeks wanting to protect them from the wind that made your hair flow in the air quite aggressively.
You werenโt doing anything meaningful or useful at the moment, there really wasn't anything to do since it didnโt usually snow this hard in Daten City to begin with, and apparently that was enough reason for almost everything to shut down. Even ghosts didnโt want to show up, which meant your boyfriend, Polyurethane, spent the entirety of his supposed shift doing absolutely nothing but laying around at home alongside you and his brother, Polyester.
You were bored and decided you wanted to go out in the snow. You were just going to stand there and watch the outside a bit since the two brothers were sleeping and Polyesterโs fiancรฉ was still out working โand goddamn were they strong to resist the urge of just rotting in bedโ. And that's exactly what you were doing for the past few minutes.
The view wasnโt the best, you quite literally couldnโt see past a few feet of the street, but it was something other than cute cat videos or the TV, so it was peaceful enough.
It would be nice to have a little more variety to Daten City, a few more days like these, although you knew the people here didnโt quite enjoy this snow as much as you did.
โNot even the ghosts here like days like theseโฆ Huhโฆโ
Maybe you were bored enough to talk to yourself. But it mattered little since it was just a small mumble to finish a thought. You changed your thoughts back to another question that you thought about before:
Should I get back inside now?
Last time you had decided to stay out a bit more, and that time had expired, so-
โHii~! What are you doing out?โ
You jumped a bit at the sound of Polyurethane's voice and his body supporting itself on yours as though he didnโt want to make his legs work to keep himself up, but it didnโt take a second longer for you to relax again. He snuggled the side of his face on your hair as you leaned into him as well.
โI just came to watch the snow. Thought you were sleeping.โ
He just hummed in response, laying his head on top of yours and breathing calmly, possibly drifting to some state between sleeping and awake again. You didnโt really mind, it was Thane after all, and besides, he was quite literally protecting you from the breeze, just like he would always do.
Then he started to squeeze you tight, you could feel his chest rising as he laughed quietly at your squirming as you too tried to hide your laughter, he knew you were ticklish, but he couldnโt help it.
It's me again, I LOVEEEDDDD the last request! It was so good ๐
Anyways, I was coming to request another earlier but I genuienly donโt know what to ask and didnโt want to be too vague yk๐
Could I request a Toru X reader scenario where they are just relaxing while looking after Sutera for Haruma while he's hunting.
I got this idea from a headcannon list here on tumblr of Toru, one of the headcannons was about how he always wanted to be a father and considered Hana and Seito like his own kids and I thought that was so cute ๐ญ
Anyways, I hope you have a great day!!!!
(((๏ผตฯ๏ผต๏ฝ *)(* ยด๏ผตฯ๏ผต)))
My Promise To You
Author notes: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT JUST FOR IT TO BE KINDA SHORT, my past couple weeks have been really busy so I hope itโs not too bad
TW: none, just fluff, kissing but nothing serious, mentions of marriage and having kids
Toru slumps back with an exhausted sigh as you pull a crying Sutera from his arms. Neither of you can figure what sheโs upset about, and Haruma is currently out hunting.
โSheโs been crying for the past 20 minutesโ Toru mutters.
Sutera continues to whine while gripping the fabric of your shirt between her chubby fingers.
โI think someone needs a napโ you exasperate with sigh.
You continue to gently pat her back while putting a slight bounce in your knees. Toru immediately notes that you begin to hum Suteraโs favorite nursery rhyme โNyanyunyo weather forecastโ. Sutera finally begins to settles, relaxing against your chest. Toru sits up to look you as you continue to hum and bounce Sutera. He almost gapes in amazement at how easily Sutera calmed down for someone who wasnโt Haruma. You put your finger to your lips before waving him over. Only when heโs hovering over you shoulder does he see a sleeping Sutera who coos sleepily. Both of you quietly trudge to Suteraโs crib. As sheโs slowly lowered onto the tiny mattress, Toru and yourself let out a breath you didnโt know you were holding. The little girlโs face scrunches up the slightest bit as you gently caress her cheek with the back of your finger. Your little moment is interrupted by Toru who put his hand on your shoulder.
โฆ
โAre you crying?โ
โNoโ he replies shakily.
โWhatโs the matter?โ
He sniffles and wipes his eyes with his arm.
โYouโd be such a good mom.โ
As to not wake up Sutera, you grip his wrist and pull him back into the main room.
โToru, we havenโt even graduated yet!โ
He clasps both of his hands around one of yours.
โI want to marry you!โ
You slap his shoulder and laugh.
โYouโre not proposing to me, are you?โ
โItโs a promise! I promise that when we graduate and can start a life together, Iโll marry you!โ
Toru stops in his tracks as you snicker before hiding your face against his chest.
โYouโre a mad man, Toru.โ
It almost seems as if heโs not sure what to do before he wraps both his arms over you, burying his face into your hair. Large hands cup your face as your own come to be placed on top of his before your lips meet each otherโs. Itโs passionate, but gentle. His lips begin to move down between your jaw and neck.
โStop!โ You exclaim between giggles.
He leans forward over you, and swings his arm around your waist.
โYou look so pretty when you blush.โ
You continue to feebly push at his shoulders before the sound of someone clearing their throat catches both of yours attention. Haruma stands in the open sliding shoji screen with a hog slung over his shoulder, and multiple fish threaded together with string.
I love Hanabishi because he's such a little shit. He's run away from home more times than he can count (I think he comes back because of Mariha). He regularly squares up to his dad, who was very strict (but does give him money after this scene)
He broke a window so that his friend could pat his head. He calls himself "the cutest in the world." He swung a chainsaw at his friends and had to be held back by several people. He loves cooking and does all the chores. He's a complete ass.
I came here to request a Chinchikurin fic, like a Seito x Reader fic because he deserves some affection and love (both him and Crescent do tbh).
Anyways, the scenario could be after the first episode where they come back from going to eat galette and the entire gang just comes back all beaten-up after shenanigans happen. Reader went to Seito's house to ask if the galette was good and just finds him slumped on the couch looking like this emoji: ๐ค
The reader just listens to him talking about anything while they snuggle on the couch.
(SEITO IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM SM UGHHH)
Anyhow, thank you so much for even opening requests for Chinchikurin, we are so starved of content I hurried over here like this was a one-in-a-million event on earth (it is).
I hope you have a good day/afternoon/night!!
๏ผผ(^o^)๏ผ
My Moon
Notes: THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, this is my first request so constructive criticism is welcome, big thank you to @gabbuhs for proofreading this
CW: fluff, comfort, might be ooc, GN! reader, proofread
687 words
Only the sounds from the pads of your feet quietly walking through the back of the tofu shop could be heard. The village power had already been cut as per village curfew, so you mainly relied on the light the moon provided, and your own memory of the shopโs layout. Earlier in the day, your boyfriend, Seito, told you about his plans to visit the nearby city to try Funnyโs galettes. He idolized her, and you endeared the pure joy in his eyes when he talked about the galettes while shoving a flyer into your face. Although you yourself werenโt nearly as eager for a chance to leave the village, you promised Seito youโd let him talk your ear off when he got back. Before entering each back room of the shop, youโd quietly call his name as if thereโd be someone else in the shop. While making a beeline to the room with his bed mat, you spot his slumped silhouette on the couch. Your expression is quickly flushed from eager to hear him after being out of the village all day, to concerned at the sight of bruises, tussled hair, and a sullen look. Thereโs no words that need be said, as itโs clear that his planned day in the city didnโt go accordingly. You quietly make your place between his knees, resting your hands on his knees, and meeting his gaze with a morose expression. Itโs unlike your typically enthusiastic boyfriend to sulk like this. Through the quiet of the night, you hesitantly raise your hand before softly caressing a particularly dark green bruise on the apple of his left cheek. Heโs nothing, but the small tremble of his cut lip, and the glassy shine to his eyes reflected by the moon say all you need to know. One of his cut hands reaches to your own to hold your wrist, almost afraid that youโll change your mind and leave him. Only when you pushed yourself up on your knees and gently kiss the tip of his nose did tears drop down his face. His eyes and nose stung as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you to sit on the edge of his lap with your ear directly against his chest, and his chin hooked over your head.
โDo you think weโll ever graduate or leave the village?โ
There was a clear crack in his voice, and you could feel the wetness of his tears falling from his face onto your own.
โWhat if when I leave, I wonโt be able to amount to anything, but Iโll just be kicked to the curb no matter how hard I try.โ
All your lives, the village had made one thing clear. Youโre not made for the big cities.
โThe galettes didnโt even taste that good.โ
His voice slightly cracked, and you couldnโt help but laugh a little at the fact that even when he was so distraught, he was still so dead set on his interests. He pulls back and looks at you with a pout and beady tears in his eyes. This is one of the many moments where he bares a striking resemblance to Labrador puppy(a kicked looking one right now). You grab his face, cupping both his red cheeks in your hands. Whether itโs from his earlier beating, or being flustered is unknown to you.
โI donโt know, but I know that youโre far too charming for his world. I know for a fact that even if you could tell the future and knew you wouldnโt succeed, youโd still try. Even if we are a bunch of chinchikurin, you wouldnโt let the city beat you down.โ
His lips still shook, but he harshly rubbed tears out of his eyes with his dirtied sleeve and sniffled. Using your fingers, you comb through his tousled hair. Yours eyes caught the way the moon reflected against his blue hair, and how his deep scarlet eyes bore into your own. You brush his bangs out of his face, before leaning in and pecking him on the lips.
What do you mean โchatโ is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
SOMEONE WHO GETS POPEE THE PERFORMER, YES, FUCKING YES.
Therefore, I gently ask [/nf] for you to give us, starving PTP fans, a lengthy essay about Popee and Kedamono, perhaps even Papi, the White Wolf and Marifa [I love Marifa so much, even though she never appeared on the show.] Popee and Keda need togetherness, but at the same time they are there for each other, it just doesn't feel like enough? I am awful at wording things, my bad. It feels like the only time Popee considers Keda as his own person, not just his assistant [although there were other moments] is in the last episode, when they finally connect only for it all to end with a whimper instead of a bang, like the episodes always go.
You've mentioned it yourself, that Keda doesn't care about Popee in the same way Popee cares about Keda, and I would love [/NF] for you to go further with it. The kid with anger issues that desires vulnerability [your take on Eepop was chef's kiss] but is unable to face it because of his environment {i dunno, i just feel he felt "tamer" when Papi wasn't around? He was still Popee, but he doesn't feel as flanderized as in the next seasons} finally seeing Kedamono in a light he hasn't before. No matter how together they are, they are lonely [as you also mentioned yourself, again-] and don't notice how similar they can be, how much they want what the other has, and how much they care about the other in a way that is both shallow and meaningful, loving what you see of a person, but not the person themselves. I wonder what Marifa would be like if she was there, too, given that an aspect of PTP is loneliness and the need to be recognized/not recognized [Popee's performances that always care more about the performance than himself, Kedamono trying to hide his identity behind a mask, and Marifa hating Kedamono probably because she associates him with what has become of her brother, probably not realizing there was a distance even before Popee stayed in the desert, and probably some resentment for Popee even if she doesn't notice.] They all intrigue me so much, because it is clear they want change, but even in the context of a desert [a place that is an inferno at day and wintery at night, no middle ground] that they can't grow in an environment like that, at least, not without thorns and pricks, or trying to be as unnoticed as imaginable.
They are all they have, and they never notice it. At least, not until the end.
I got totally side-tracked, this was meant to be a simple ask, I am sorry for rambling so much- Long story short, I adore your PTP interpretations, and thank you a lot for feeding us.
I highly appreciate the passion and the fact that you wrote this ask down, it warms my heart to read such lengthy and caring words. I always adored these types of long, meaningful paragraphs haha
I will admit, it is incredibly difficult for me to write about this show, and how much it means to me... not only because I just am not a writer, but because we would be here all day- but one thing I know that I do right is that I can bring out fans to talk about this show and what they think about it. What it means to them, and how it changed them.
In terms of the essay, I still have it in my mind, it is a reoccruing though, I'm just not confident in the slightest in writing. This is legit something that I started doing only last year, it isn't my primary calling, nor am I a reader, so my vocabulary is.... not the best (I am horrible at speaking in my native language due to not reading).
That, and I am overwhelmed whenever I interract with anything that is related to the show and/or the characters. I hate the idea of saying some bs in this hypothetical essay due to just not being able to fact check. So it keeps getting pushed back. These asks help tremendously though, not just for yapping my ass off, but to be able to provide a space where we analyze the show gives me confidence.
It means a lot. Thank you. I will keep going if it means that it gets peoples' gears turning, even if I'm just rambling or sharing doodles. Drop in anytime if you have more thoughts about the show, or just make posts about it, keep talking about it if you want to do so. Own your love for it
