Do you think students write fanfiction about Ridcully x Ponder in the margins of their notes and then accidentally get them mixed with their spells. Do you think that they have crystal balls where they conjure up their OCs and meddle with how they look.
Do you think the Librarian has a growing list of students who are not under any circumstances allowed to check out books from certain sections, and others who he leaves books out to help their writing so that he can follow their aus
How Cracked Quartz started: What a great rock I have. I shall name him Brick and put many eyeballs on him. I also have all these ocs I’ve made, mayhaps I shall make them all related
How Cracked Quartz is going: You have trauma, you have trauma, you’re fine currently but HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS! The system oh heaven has been reworked again, I’ve extended the slow burn, more lesbians, yes good, one of my characters exists in a constant state of body horror. Yep, and you have trauma, and you-
I love to see it! *sobbing jncontrollably* they don’t need to be happy anyways >:) *banging my head against the wall in a most sorrowful manner* go ahead hurt Carolyn some more cause for some reason it’s always her *distant sounds of me being dragged away before I cause further harm* I love it when my friends’ ocs have trauma totally! I am not a hypocrite *I let loose one final gut wrenching wail before combusting into fun colorful confetti on the floor* yay writing
Having chronic headaches is wild, because occasionally I’ll go, “this headache is terrible, but I can’t complain. It’s not even a migraine, I could probably struggle through a book rn if I was forced to.”
And then someone else will go, “um…Cyber. You shouldn’t have to judge your headaches like that. If you have to ‘struggle through a book’ then it sounds like it’s pretty bad.”
And I think about it. And then, “you’re such a dork. Cool kids fence through their pain.”
And then I collapse on the floor and am sent home.
Ok, it’s hot and muggy, which tends to pair horribly with me. But Higuchi and Gin said that this is really nice weather and I tend to trust their judgment.
My name is Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I work for the Port Detective Agency, a job that most days yields excitement and a feeling of…knowing you’ve done something right. Of knowing that you’re helping someone. Knowing that, even when you don’t succeed, you’re at least lighting a spark so that others can be pushed to turn towards the light, pursue a future that brings them joy, find a destiny worth striving for…
And some days leaves you standing outside a storage unit in an overcoat in eighty degree heat. I think this should count as a safety hazard.
I’m keeping watch over this unit because my–our–client got robbed last week while she was on vacation, and she’s scared of it happening again.
“Akutagawa? You ok?” Probably not. I did just forget that I was on a phone call at all. But Higuchi is a chronic worrier, so I just sigh and knock my voice up an octave.
“I’m ok. It’s hot as hell though. Mainly I’m just bored.”
“Nothing happening on your end?”
“No. I told you, we’re either walking into a trap, or this case is nothing.” I slump against the metal wall of the storage unit then straighten, regretting it rather quickly. “At least the trap would’ve been interesting…” My mutter is quiet but, I realize a second too late, still able to be heard through the phone.
There’s a giggle and the sound of a pen on paper. Higuchi clears her throat and reads what Gin wrote down. “Ah yes, the dreadful horror of not being attacked.”
“You put me on speaker phone?!”
“We’re bored too.”
“You at least have each other to talk to!”
“Ryunosuke?” My head jerks up, tearing away from my phone. Very, very few people call me by that name, and only one person does while sounding quite so tired. The man who rounds the corner has red hair and wears a button up shirt and vest without an overcoat. He’s also not supposed to be here.
“Chuuya!” I don’t leave where I’m standing, but I rock back and forth on my feet a few times. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working on that murder with Kouyou.”
Chuuya’s steps came to a halt in front of me. He reached up and adjusted my coat. “I was. It was pretty simple though. Honestly Ryunosuke, I understand the coat is necessary, but you couldn’t have worn a tee shirt today?”
“I’m fine. Besides, I like the turtleneck.”
“You’re going to pass out.”
“Then I’ll have only myself to blame.” I straighten up. Chuuya stares at me. He’s worried. He’s worse than Higuchi in that regard.
It’s not that he’s wrong to worry, I think as he takes up a watch position at the other end of the hall, it’s just that he never stops. He’s on guard too much. Besides, this heat isn’t a serious issue. I’ve been drinking cold water and taking plenty of rests to make up for my choice in clothes.
I’ll have only myself to blame. It’s true. I’m an adult. I have full control over whether or not I go out into the heat in winter clothes. Chuuya won’t see it that way though. He never does.
I sigh and bring my phone back up to my ear. Higuchi is having some sort of argument with Gin. It’s difficult to understand, only being able to hear one side, but I can make out the gist.
“It’s not that I don’t want to hang out with you guys, I just see no appeal in it.”
Silence.
“That’s mean. You said you liked trivia night.”
I roll my eyes, lower my phone, then shoot a hissed whisper at Chuuya, “Gin’s trying to get Higuchi into opera again.”
He snorts and sighs, “She’s determined. Any luck?”
“Not so far.”
“I wish her the best of luck.”
“I’ll let her know,” I raise the phone again, “Hey Gin, Chuuya’s here.”
There’s enough time to hear Gin clap excitedly, and for Higuchi to get out “Really?! I thought he was in–” before the explosion. Chuuya notices before I do, I see his shoulders tense and his knees bend, getting ready to grab me.
I’m more proactive.
I send Rashomon out to grab Chuuya’s arm and he kicks off the floor, sending us flying down the hallway and out the second story window.
The second we lift from the ground the three storage units surrounding the one we were looking after explode.
It’s always broken windows and falling whenever he saves me.
Since the very start.
This time I’m prepared enough to have Rashomon catch us before we hit the ground.
Chuuya sticks the landing better than I do. He’s up on his feet after a few seconds. He’s staring at the building.
“I don’t think anyone was in there.” My voice is…shaky at best. Chuuya glances down at me lying on the ground.
“I told you your clothes were going to get you. You ok?” I take the hand he extends to me and roll my eyes.
“In my defense, I didn’t see bombs on the horizon. What do we do now?”
“This was for a woman who got robbed right?”
“Yeah, she said she was scared it would happen again.”
“Yeah well, now we let her know she was right to be.”
How Cracked Quartz started: What a great rock I have. I shall name him Brick and put many eyeballs on him. I also have all these ocs I’ve made, mayhaps I shall make them all related
How Cracked Quartz is going: You have trauma, you have trauma, you’re fine currently but HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS! The system oh heaven has been reworked again, I’ve extended the slow burn, more lesbians, yes good, one of my characters exists in a constant state of body horror. Yep, and you have trauma, and you-
The way Shuffle started: Oh! But what if…the PM was the ADA…and the ADA…was the PM! And what if I made Fyodor plural or something, who knows.
The way Shuffle is currently going: So Dazai has his walls covered in pictures of Oda, Ango, and Chuuya, and he talks to them. Atsushi’s room is covered in clocks. I’ve killed Kenji’s family, and I do feel bad but it’s for the plot I swear. Dazai is terrified of change, and Chuuya is terrified of his past, and also Fyodor is plural but both of them still want world domination, and Sigma gets to be happy with his casino and—
I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE
Song has got me listening to the Mechanisms, we’ve only gotten through Once Upon a Time (In Space) and…holy shit this is so much fun.
Like, so fun. It sounds great, we’ve got sea shanties and one of the crew is fucking the ship, and another one of the crew gets so giddy about shooting things, and everyone except one character is dead by the end of the album, and it’s so fucking good.
I have finished finals! All I have to do now is finish up the next CQ ep and then I will have my energy devoted to giving the BSD characters new fun forms of trauma
I have finished finals! All I have to do now is finish up the next CQ ep and then I will have my energy devoted to giving the BSD characters new fun forms of trauma
