"It's what they call [You]"

I have accepted that I'm never going to render this thing

(by the very good @insertdisc5)

everything else about the fic is also great

a familiar face

the au

Beach time

It’s all a dance. I lead, I choose the steps. You decide when we stop. You dig in your nails, you hold on with a bruising grip and don’t let go. I try to pick a dance you’ll like, I try to take the steps you would, but your gaze is never less hateful. The jester and the puppet. The strings and the cage.

who even are we

the cage, with human soul and parts!

The first image is purely imaginary, but it was fun to think about what Shifrin's childhood room might have looked like.

you, the audience

シフランとシンクロしてプレイヤーの感情がジェットコースター

played in stars and time and i just wanna say odile if you are free to hangout thursday evening i am free thursday evening do you wanna hangou

Stupid idiots I hate them