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it's easy to ferry souls, not carry them
deep down in the realm of the netherworlds, there exists a rower who transports deceased souls from the land of living to the land of dead-
and occasionally lends an ear and a hand, in the event of yet another collision between their weary queen and her just as cheery suitor...
[uraume deserves a raise.]
▸gojo satoru x fem!reader; the tale of kore!gojo & hades!reader w a guest appearance by charon!uraume; uraume is a very nice parental figure to you [ooc!uraume but ehh]; the reader is honestly so sweet and hot-tempered...; the cutest doggy cerberus too is there!!!!; gojo satoru must be his own warning...; uraume does not like gojo [no parent [blood-related or not] actually wld]; fire hazards; 2k wc
▸ i've nvr read percy jackson and wtv i wrote here is based on my shaky knowledge of greek myths and stuff 😁😁 anyways, this header's from pinterest, these dividers are by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls do not plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️
▸ belongs to series 'wreaths of asphodel' – same universe as the work 'hey, where is the pomegranate tree?' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!
"why is kore so set on marrying me, uraume?"
it isn't the ask itself which causes the rower to nearly lose grip of their oar– but the way it is spoken: soft, solemn and faintly tense. they look away from the endless expanse of the styx before, to find you staring at your reflection in the inky waters, features unnaturally crumpled.
uraume holds back a frown. "has her majesty considered asking the god the same?"
"i have asked him," you mumble, "but i did not receive any conclusive answer in return. the imp was being too vague– must be a trait learnt from those shifty nymphs always sticking to his side."
if your faithful follower detects anything except dislike in your words, they make no mention of it. merely humming as they continue to row the boat, "and may this servant know the question her majesty asked the god?"
"two," you mumble even more clumsily now; they take a beat to grasp it, too concerned by the way you drape yourself over the edge, nearly falling into the water as you say, "i asked him two questions— one, if he loves me; two, if he wants to have children should we get married."
shock must not be uraume's first reaction to these queries, yet it is— and for a moment, it isn't you sitting there anymore.
instead, it is a little girl, no older than seven or eight years, cherubic face fixed in a look of deep concentration and fascination while the rower narrates to her stories from times millennia ago–
only for the child to morph into a young lady– no, goddess– the very next beat... slouched under a regal cloak too heavy for her shoulders, under a royal crown too large for her head... that sweet innocence of childhood nothing but traces now, having been withered by the foul, dirty politics of those damned deities high up on that mountain—
"what answers did the olympian offer her majesty?"
"he said he would love me and sire my children if that is what i want— i asked if he wished anything out of our union— he said all he wanted is to be my husband–"
something between a frustrated sigh and an exhausted scoff erupts from you, becoming an opaque fog the moment it hits the frigid air of the underworld. uraume plucks the oar out the water to come sit next to you, letting the boat be driven by magic.
"you're worried," they state, forgoing all formalities in favour of giving you some much-needed comfort. you never much cared for stations anyways, quite unlike your elder brother, the former king.
"an unfamiliar friend poses more risk than a familiar enemy, uraume," you mutter, resting your head on their shoulder, "why do you think kore wishes to marry me so much, if not out of love or the prospect of the powerful offsprings we might beget?"
"marriage is not solely for love or for procreation," the rower starts to explain, mildly amused before it grows into sympathy at your baffled expression.
ah, they muse fondly, not unlike a parent watching their child witness the world seemingly the first time ever since they learnt to walk, you who presides over something as profound as death yet knows not of the trivialities of life...
"it can also be for many other reasons like–"
the remainder of the words skitter away from uraume— cerberus is playing with gojo.
the fierce guard of the netherworlds, the three-headed hound, loyal and dutiful to a fault: hades' dearest canine companion is frolicking with the god of life in a green meadow, that most certainly was not there so close to the stygian marsh, when they last—
"gojo is laughing," your remark draws them away from their musings, only to find a changed shadow over your countenance— pensive yet not thinking at all; almost as if you too are floating in the stale air of your kingdom akin the soft flower petals...
another ring of raucous laughter pierces the silence, mingled with a delighted series of barks— cerberus is busy licking gojo's face now, the olympian reduced to a puddle of giggles as he scratches behind the dog's ears.
his happiness so clear in the stretch of his grin and the crinkle of his eyes, very much the jarring contrast to the last time—
oh. oh, oh, oh–
"escape," the word leaves uraume in a sudden moment of realisation, as quiet as a breath but loud enough for you to whip your head back to face them, confusion engraved into your scowl. "escape?? what is that supposed to mean, eh?"
the rower feels their lips lift into an infrequent smile. "the god of life wishes to marry you to escape— from his mother, or from his many suitors, or perhaps from mount olympus itself."
"wha– how– hah," you breathe out a disbelieving little huff, "that is simply ridiculous. have you even heard yourself? that is ridiculous."
used to such resistance from yourself, even more from your brother, they move to state their points, only to beaten by you as you persist to speak.
"no one in their right mind will decide to come live in the underworld, no matter how overbearing their mother or insistent their suitors are. have you seen this place? it's too, too unlike the lushness of the earth or the grandeur of the heavens he has experienced. and–" you add, a harsh laugh accompanying it. "gojo satoru is a god. a fish might leave the water— but a god never steps a voluntary foot down that horrible mountain. never."
"but the olympian never truly lived on mount olympus," uraume says once they're sure you've completed your tirade, "and you are a goddess as well. why do you speak so ill of the heavens then?"
"why?" you echo the word. they nod, hoping you take the bait they've intended for you. you do.
"why, because that place is nothing but a shining apple with a rotten core!! everything is polished marble and glittering gold there. people constantly wave at each other, lavishing smiles and praises like there is no tomorrow. everything is so warm and bright— what a bunch of lies and liars!"
familiar fire burns in your aura, the immense heat making the waters erupt into boiling— uraume uses their powers to cool the river down, lest anything disturbs you.
you're too far gone in your rage to be shaken, however, continuing:
"but it never can hide the grime and dirt accrued beneath such shine and sheen. nor the vicious minds and crooked hearts of those deities up above– what lame excuses of gods and goddesses, hah. and you might think me to prefer the light and warmth up there— you will be sorely wrong, my dear uraume!! i much prefer the genuine darkness and frigidity of my beloved kingdom to the faux comfort of the awful mount olympus—"
"is there no possibility the god of life too despises mount olympus for these same reasons, milady?"
you open your mouth and close it, then open it again to let out a very aggrieved whine– momentarily transporting uraume to your younger days. the rower merely chuckles when you punch their arm lightly.
"you're the worst, uraume," you cry, getting up and moving to sit on the other end of the boat. the rower too rises but only to resume rowing the boat by the oar.
"you never spoke this way when sukuna was the ruler— only because his baby sister is the ruler now, and you think she is very stupid—"
"as much as i respect and revere lord sukuna, he wasn't one to listen to anyone else," uraume interrupts gently, "you do, though– which is why i spent so much time telling you this. i hope you did not mind."
"hey, no," you immediately wave away their concern with a wide grin, eliciting a smaller one from the latter, "i could never..."
another peal of laughter and barks rings through the otherwise-quiet. you abruptly trail off, the same conflicting expression from before on your face yet again. though not without a spark in your eyes, uraume notes, almost as if you're slowly learning how to solve the puzzle who is repeatedly offering himself to you.
uraume keeps the silence you initiate, choosing to row the boat while you keep staring at the assortment of hues near the stygian marsh...
until you call their name and declare, an odd firmness in your smile, "well then, it is decided. i shall allow gojo to stay here for as long as the god so wishes to, escaping whatever or whoever he is escaping. and i shall protect him from the latter, should it ever come for him."
a beat. your smile falls into something graver. "would it be better if i swore by the dread water of styx, uraume?"
"uh, um," the rower finds themselves at a loss of words, the first time in seemingly forever, and they have been around since titanomachy– but before they can recover themselves enough to formulate a proper reply, a giggly voice joins in—
"well, if my rose does that, i would consider myself the most blessed amongst all mortals and immortals!"
— and the waters surrounding the boat shoot upwards in a scathing geyser-like jet and steam— the ferocious queen of the netherworlds visibly torn between remorse and terror, as they offer uraume a stiff nod and gojo a horrified look, before vanishing in a wisp of fog.
the boiling waters of the river styx calm down only after a twenty-minute-long struggle by uraume, joined at the very end by gojo.
the latter looks positively delighted, when the former collapses to the bottom of the boat, exhausted beyond belief. "hey, charon. was that a result of your queen getting flustered by me, huh?"
yes, it was. it very much was, the sentences nearly slip past the tired rower's crumbling defences... until it hits them– who they serve, and who they don't.
uraume decides to throw back a glare and a lie. "her majesty was not flustered, lord kore. she was enraged at how you invaded the privacy of her weekly boat ride, intended to make her relax."
"oh, puh-lease," the god makes a face. the rower is certain he would have been punished in the pits of tartarus for all eternity, then some more were he to pursue you this way during your brother's reign, let alone disrespect you thus.
ignorant and insolent, he continues, "in few days time, i'll be allowed into the privacy of her living quarters; what is the privacy of her boat th—"
"you're lucky you did not make such outrageous remarks in front of the queen," uraume cuts him off, none too kindly nor gently, "if you did, her majesty would have certainly burnt you along with the boat to a crisp–"
"i know," comes the defeated reply within the instant. and while gojo is still not in uraume's good graces, the latter decides to notch him a level higher, considering the god of life accepts their queen's powers.
not many do.
he strikes a pathetically pitiful figure, uraume reckons, seeing him sit then slouch on the bench. "was she serious when she said she would protect me?"
your loyal subject nods, certain and solemn. "yes, she was. the queen is never careless when it comes to making promises."
"oh, that's reassuring," gojo says quietly— only to recline even further in the very next beat– an anguished, grating wail tearing from him to the stifling silence looming near the stygian marsh. uraume wonders if it is worth it to steer the boat towards acheron... then push him into its waters of woe...
they decide against it on catching the desperation worn by the god.
for all it is, it might nothing more than a ploy. yet something tugs at their mind to pause and listen when gojo howls, "why does my rose always scurry away after tilting my world on its axis? why does your queen always torment me like this, charon?"
uraume stares pensively at their face in the sacred waters of styx for a while. then heaves a mighty sigh.
certain, this exchange between the goddess of the dead and the god of life will impact not only your and gojo's respective worlds— but the general world and everyone else in it, as well.
did you know, in the actual greek myths, persephone was never called so before her marriage to hades? she got it only after, w the name meaning "bringer of death". her initial name was kore, referring to her being a maiden & the spring goddess.
the river styx was called the "dread river of oath" by homer– in both the iliad and the odyssey [greek epic poems], swearing by its waters is the "greatest and most dread oath for the blessed gods" -> this shows how serious the reader is towards ensuring gojo's safety and freedom, and how deeply this affects gojo as well [source: wiki 😇]
also: the reader is totally ready to jump into the water to swim away when she realises gojo was listening in on her conversations- but then she remembers she can js vanish away and so she does js tht— the queen of the underworld, and of escaping, hehe
also also: the reader is slightly jealous when she is talking of the shifty nymphs always sticking to gojo's side. [uraume identifies it; you think it is js your usual dislike to such frivolous things and ppl as flowers and nymphs etc.] [hades is emo imho 😊]
▸ masterlist
#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x you#satoru x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#kit posts 📝
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TMAGP 9 Thoughts: Name Dropping
This one was a big one. I was hoping some of this would happen later if only for my own amusement. Of all the episodes thus far I think there might be have the most foundational elements to the wider narrative in it.
Spoilers for episode 9 below the cut.
We'll start at the start although I don't have much to say about this pre-incident banter. It's mostly stuff that I think is for humour rather than narrative relevance. Such as the questions have a classic 7 point scale, but instead of neutral in the middle neutral is an extreme and trauma is the other one. Dead creatures, blood transfusions, and why? are all similar there. It's fun dialogue but I don't think there is much to say beyond that.
The case itself is a really great one. Might be my favourite so far. It's a Magnus Institute statement, opens with some interesting titbits, is TTRPG related, has a fun hook, and a satisfying conclusion. Hard to fault it anywhere.
So lets get to the fun stuff. The Magnus Institute framing isn't really of interest to me right now. This isn't anything particularly unexpected and doesn't give us any new information about the Institute itself but does hint at some of their methodology. The statement is part of artefact's assessment, and preceding the statement itself the artefact is given some viability ratings. No viability as subject, low as agent, and medium as catalyst. I've seen some people interpreting this as being about the statement giver but as this is the "Statement and Research assessment for artefact CD137" I think that's a misinterpretation. Especially since this post-statement and the statement giver dies. Those terms aren't explained here but if I had to take a stab at it I think subject is probably about further research, agent is it's utility as a weapon, and catalyst is likely related to rituals or avatars. The recommendation is a referral to "referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment. "Enrichment" here could be a euphemism for turning someone into an avatar of sorts, or be a little more literal as an actual catalyst for some sort of experiment or ritual. I think the ritual idea is maybe more on the right lines as alchemy is a large motif of this series.
There isn't much to say about the statement itself. The dice could be the same ones mentioned in Episode 4: Taking Notes. That episode wasn't written by Jonny or Alex, while this one was, but I feel that sort of detail is something they'd feel comfortable adding in. Although I think it's more likely that the old man himself was part of the direction.
"Externals Liaison" being "gofer" so far is pretty great, and Nigel Dickerson is a pretty spot on name for that sort of British TV personality. Can't wait to hear about how they eat children.
Alice still being into Sam and jelly of Celia is cute, and it's great to see more of Teddy. I'm pretty sure he's going to play a larger role in all of this than it seems so far. Going to dig through the ruins of the Magnus Institute might also mean that episode 10 will be a no-incident episode too. Those things usually happened at the start and end of seasons for TMA but it seems pretty appropriate for TMP right now.
Overall, great episode.
Bonzo!Bonzo!!Bonzo!!!
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Starting with this post I'm going to include a link to my Google sheet containing all the current cases, their CAT#'s, R#'s, DPHW's, etc. It contains about as much information on each as I think is reasonable, including who narrates it, a link to its episode, and any other relevant notes, as well as headers for incidents we didn't hear. Additionally it also contains the Klaus sheet (German and English) and links to it when a incident matches. It will be updated each episode after the episode is publicly available.
Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet
DPHW Theory: 3354 is fairly standard for this sort of thing, I think. I expected H to be a little higher in general but not by a lot. The only very high score we've seen for H involved a lot of compulsion, and the higher scores are harder to escape from than this one seems to be.
Splitting CAT# and R# theories into two separate things now. As you may or may not have seen I wrote a fairly extensive theory on what I think R# means so it makes no real sense to group them.
CAT# Theory: CAT3 is a nice new data point. Not many CAT3's so hopefully this will help elucidate that. But as of yet I don't have a solid theory about how that could work. The other CAT3's were Transformation (Eyes) -/- Trespass, and Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic which have the obvious overlap of transformation but that doesn't have a lot of overlap with Dice (Bone) -/- Fate particularly. There is the subsection of bone here which you could say is linked to the more physical manifestations of those two incidents but the Tria Prima idea I talked about here isn't something I think holds up well. So if CAT3 is something along the lines of the physical I don't think it'll be quite like that.
R# Theory: RB isn't particularly interesting in a general sense. It supports my theory reasonably well and so isn't too surprising. Which means there is little to talk about there. However, I do think it's a really good nail in the coffin for some of my other ideas. Which is encouraging now that I'm thinking about it in very different terms.
Header talk: Dice (Bone) -/- Fate is somewhat interesting. Dice (Bone) is incredibly specific in a way that bothers me. So far sections have been reasonably broad. A violin ends up in Collection, other objects in Agglomeration, Architecture deals with seemingly all buildings, but this section is just for dice? I can't be the only one that thinks that's far more specific than what we've seen before. It's also another very strange crosslink. I'm still not entirely sure what to make of those. I may have mentioned briefly that my current framework for crosslinks is viewing them as vectors. i.e. they're the way in which the supernatural is able to manifest. That holds up with Fate but it's still a bit strange in general terms.
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RIZZ 101 !
– intros 02 – bitches !
class of '24:
hana – "mother!!"
– mom friend. the only one who isn't single. literally the sweetest ever! if you need anything, she's on it. most of the younger kids know her. loves to give them advice! also loves snacks. portrayed as yeji from itzy.
blake – "god made men and sent women as an apology."
– she is for the girls. makes those spotify playlists that are aesthetic. has a dedicated following who love them. low-key has beef with yuna's your mom jokes. portrayed as yunjin from lesserafim.
yuna – "how do i know? your mom told me last night."
– thinks she's the funniest person on earth. thinks she's hilarious. regularly makes your mom jokes and is not ashamed in the slightest. also loves to piss off blake. loves tweeting/saying unhinged things and refusing to elaborate. portrayed as hanni from new jeans.
(rest under the cut!)
class of '25:
minah – "what am i listening to? enhypen. yes, again-"
– Enhypen Stan. not really here to do anything except giggle with her best friend (y/n) and yap about enhypen. she may fail her classes. see if she cares. actually secretly smart though. portrayed as winter from aespa.
hazel – "y'know what would make this better? glitter."
– too good for this world. she's just here to be silly, your honour! she's actually pretty good at school. low-key enjoys doing her math homework despite getting side-eyed for admitting that. unironically says 'YAY!' and 'YIPPEE!' and stuff like that. portrayed as chaewon from lesserafim.
y/n – "i should be quieter? damn. my bad. as i was saying,"
– yapper. Born To Yap. minah's best friend since they were both 12! also loves to be a hater as a joke, but is genuinely very supportive of her friends. hypewoman fr! loves to shitpost and yap nonsense it's her favourite hobby. profile picture from pinterest.
privs:
mmminahhhhhhh – minah
– she didn't even try. honestly just here to document her struggles and Suffer.
ynbutlouder – y/n
– alone. single. very annoying about it on here. she will make it your problem.
notes !
these are all ocs! i do mention their face claims/idols i used for their profiles in their sections. yes i will continue to use tumblr posts for 90% of my headers i think it's the funniest thing ever. and yk i HAD to put enhypen in it somehow... !! don't question how enhypen are idols and riize aren't. just. don't worry about it. also minah is based on my best friend who Loves enha so thats also partially where that came from lol.
last lesson – masterlist – next lesson
taglist: @naespas, @callanton, @dreamiestay !
© thesunoosshining 2024. do not repost, translate, or plagiarize.
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What does Silver's naivety mean exactly? He's always described with this word but everyone seems to interpret it differently
The Cambridge dictionary definition of naive is:
too willing to believe that someone is telling the truth, that people's intentions in general are good, or that life is simple and fair. People are often naive because they are young and/or have not had much experience of life.
There's a lot to unpack here, not helped by the fact that Silver's naivete, in my opinion, is definitely not present in all games. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that '06 is the only game that has him as truly naive. I'll put the respective games under headers to make it a bit more readable.
Sonic 06
Let's start with '06. Silver immediately trusts Mephiles when he appears with an alleged simple solution to the problem Silver has been inside of his whole life. He furthermore takes at face value that Mephiles tells the truth and has good intentions, or at the very least does not question those intentions until far later into the game ("Mephiles... Tell me. Who is the Iblis Trigger? Why does he want to destroy the world?"; before the Train Terminal and second boss fight with Sonic). A lot of convincing (starting with Amy showing her unwavering faith in Sonic and Shadow later bluntly intercepting when the seeds of doubt were already planted in Silver's mind) is necessary to make him see the truth of Mephiles' deception. However, I do not think Silver believes life is simple and fair: he expresses frustration in '06 about the endless battle against Iblis he has been fighting for so long:
Blaze: Looks like we stopped it for now.
Silver: But, it'll just rise up from its ashes again. [Hits a brick wall with his fist in frustration.] What's the point of all this? It'll never end.
Blaze: Calm down, Silver.
Silver: [disappointed] Then tell me what we should do. How can we completely destroy Iblis?
So yeah; he is frustrated and angry and does not know what to do anymore. A general conclusion I can draw from '06 is that he is naive there, because he immediately trusts Mephiles has good intentions and provides information with as goal to defeat Iblis forever. Silver does not question Mephiles' motives until much farther into the game.
Sonic Rivals
After that, we get Rivals... and Silver is not naive here, I would say. He is willing to give "Eggman" the benefit of the doubt at the start of his story, expressing a desire to "talk to him" first before taking to brawling multiple times. However, when more and more evidence begins stacking up, he becomes convinced of the idea that "Eggman" is actually a disguised Eggman Nega, and he is right! Furthermore noteworthy is that he figured this out all by himself, through reasoning there is something wrong about "Eggman's" speech and mannerisms, the fact he possesses the camera, and the fact "Eggman" mentions the "present and future". It shows multiple things: Silver is shrewd enough to have a keen awareness of the usual way Eggman Nega behaves, can further compare that to how other people act, can reason that it's highly unlikely Eggman just got his hands on a camera from the future out of nowhere when Eggman Nega is so protective of it, listens well enough to what is being said to notice tiny details and slip-ups, and can draw logical and correct conclusions based on all that information together. It means Silver is not at all dumb or unobservant. And thus, I would say he is not naive here! He doesn't trust "Eggman" as far as he can throw him, but also waits with his accusations before there is so much evidence it is impossible that what he suspects isn't true.
Sonic Rivals 2
And that shrewdness continues in Rivals 2! Eggman Nega directly says: "Ah, Silver, very perceptive! Nothing gets by you, I see." when Silver immediately calls him out when he shows up as "Eggman" again. Thus, he does not fall for the same trick twice! Interesting to note is that Eggman Nega did deny knowing anything about himself when disguised as "Eggman" in Rivals 1; is it possible he knew Silver would not believe him if he tried that again?
However, I would say Silver is somewhat more naive in Rivals 2 than in 1 because of a simple fact: he just figures Espio will know he is telling the truth because he is telling the truth.
Silver: Agh! Where did Eggman Nega take off to?
Espio: Silver... What is this about saving our world?
Silver: If you want to save your world, we have to hide the Chao in a safe place.
Espio: You want me to believe that?
Silver: Yes, why?
Espio: Unbelievable as it may seem... For some reason, I trust you.
When Espio asks if Silver just wants him to believe that, Silver answers in affirmative while being completely earnest. There is absolutely no consideration of the fact Espio has no reason to believe him and might not believe him at all because Silver currently is basically kidnapping Chao left and right. He even tells Espio straight to his face that he is kidnapping Chao earlier in the game:
Silver: Hey, Espio! Where did you go?
Espio: Silver! I know you're responsible for the disappearing Chao.
Silver: That's right! To save our worlds.
Espio: But that doesn't make sense. Why?
Eggman Nega interrupts before Silver can explain, but also here Silv comes steamrolling through with his honesty like a sledgehammer to the knees. So here Silver's naivete shows itself in an 'opposite' way compared to how it showed in '06, I would say: instead of taking other people at face value, he believes everyone takes him at face value because what he is telling is true. That can furthermore mean he thinks life is 'simple'; nicely black-and-white, where good people like him who want to save the world do not lie and deceive and thus immediately are believed by other good people. It just does not seem to occur to him that people do not automatically believe him, haha! He furthermore gets angry when people express scepticism about his world-saving attempts:
Knuckles: So Silver, what do you want with the Chao, anyway?
Silver: I have to save your world or mine will be destroyed, too!
Knuckles: What? And you think the Chao can help? You're crazy.
Silver: I'll show you how crazy I am.
Knuckles: Oh yeah? Bring it on!
I feel it definitely relates to the above-discussed, based on Silver's trusting attitude, but his reactions to not being believed are another story.
Sonic Colours, Sonic Generations and Sonic Forces
In Colours DS, Silver shows a bit more of a sassy side to him, mocking Eggman's ride as inaccurate and boasting to Blaze about his powers. He notices Orbot and Cubot appeared when he and Blaze neared a specific ride, which gives Blaze the incentive to urge Sonic to check it out. There is no indication of naivete as described above here. Silver doesn't have too big a role in Generations next, but he expresses clear distrust for when Sonic suddenly pops up while Silver is hanging out in the void. He asks if Sonic is an imposter/fake sent for the Emerald, and battles with him until Sonic has defeated him, thus proving he is real. Again: not a trace of naivete. I would even go so far as to say him not trusting Sonic immediately is the opposite of naivete.
And the same kind of goes for Forces, really. Silver is on top of things in the Resistance: he is helping with developing plans, he shoots Infinite's taunting down immediately, he is just generally very grounded and desiring to make things right for the world. For this game I truly cannot think of an example that shows him as a naive person. He definitely believes that they can make things better and turn the tide of the war, but not in an overly trusting, 'life is simple and fair' kind of way. At most, his brushing off of the 'strange readings' (Classic Sonic and Tails) in the Mystic Jungle as just another Eggman robot could perhaps show something like that? But I feel like that is quite the stretch and also not unbelievable for him to figure that is the case, considering the entire world is overran by robots at that moment.
Team Sonic Racing
(I nearly forgot about this game, woops.) This one is a bit of a doozy; I think the English Trash Talk Scene which I so detest was meant to give a sense of naivete to Silver... except it just directly contradicts the fact he trash talks everyone in the game itself. And also in this game he is shrewd otherwise: he immediately predicts there will be trouble in his very introduction, he alerts everyone the moment he sees Eggman and Dodon Pa talk (and is furthermore believed immediately by his friends), he asks Omochao's help to keep an eye on the tracks to sate his worries, and confronts Eggman directly about what he and Dodon Pa were discussing. Eggman is as transparant as can be about having hired Zavok in his denial, but Silver might not have been around when that was said (he was not in that cutscene) and thus he very well might have reached that conclusion by himself. So also here: zero taking-things-at-face-value. He does not believe Eggman in the slightest, and all his suspicions and bad feelings that he attempts to tackle and get to the bottom of throughout the game are proven correct.
Overall conclusion
So based on the above info from games and assuming I have not missed something, the only games wherein Silver has shown true signs of naivete are '06 and traces in Rivals 2. In the other games he is far more sceptical and distrustful. Rivals 1 furthermore shows him as quite shrewd and able to put various pieces of information together to see if it aligns with what he thinks is happening. So... I think the conclusion I can get from here is that Silver actually is naive no more, haha! It at least has not been shown in any recent game, with only '06 running on it. The fact that bios still extensively bring it up might relate to the fact Silver's backstory is still heavily tied to '06, which I talked about in an earlier post as well. I do think it is safe to say Silver has a very straightforward mindset: he believes others trust him because he is saying the truth in Rivals 2, the moment Sonic beats him in Generations is the moment he believes that Sonic is the real deal, and so on. So I think that is for me the best way I can describe Silver's naivete: it makes him extremely straightforward and gives him somewhat of a black-and-white mindset wherein people automatically trust him because he is speaking the truth (which is not how the real world works). But he is too perceptive, shrewd, and seemingly good at piecing together clues to be dumb or idiotic, that much is certain.
I feel like I got off-topic somewhat, but I hope I answered your question well!🍀
#silver the hedgehog#long post#sonic 06#sonic rivals#sonic rivals 2#sonic colours ds#sonic generations#sonic forces#this became long haha! but looking into it all was lots of fun! ^-^
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I know you've talked about it a bit in the Discord already, but I'd still enjoy a BTS DVD commentary of your favorite scene so far in Yellow Flicker Beat!
(Also, but heads up that even though they look like links, the "ao3" and "fic writing" in your header don't seem to be clickable.)
(Behind-The-Scenes is for Yellow Flicker Beat, a fic I wrote about the Sumeru AQ as an uprising.)
(I'm also aware of my header issue and can't quite seem to fix it D: I gave up trying a while ago but might give it a shot again)
So, um. I have a lot I could talk about for YFB, and honestly I'd be hard-pressed to pick a single favourite scene out of all of them, but the scene I worked the most on was People of Sumeru & Traveler (Wisdom Gathered) vs Shouki no Kami, as I internally titled these scenes, where Nahida gathers the power of the people as she does in canon through the Akasha, but instead of the ambiguous whatever she does, Nahida casts the net of the 168 samsaras out and asks: "People of Sumeru, how do you defeat tyranny?". The people (all mentioned Allogenes, essentially) respond and the Traveler curbstomps Shouki no Kami with it.
As a bit of commentary on the background of the fight, I always knew I was going to set up the fight against Shouki no Kami as a fight against the force of tyranny itself, as a fight between god (people's will) and god (power). The revolution started as a fight against Azar and his unfair edicts, it's never really about Azar, only what he represented (given that he doesn't actually make a physical appearance in the fic at all despite his role in events).
Tyranny is the absolute power invested as the Grand Sage, the totalitarian dictum with which decisions are made, and then it is the overwhelming singularity of Shouki no Kami's power as a justification for his impending rule. Tyranny is also the unjust oppression of the grievances of the people by the cold-hearted Matra, beating defenseless civilians in raids, spraying 'stinging-gas' (tear gas) everywhere indiscriminately, shooting Charlotte in the eye (with a rubber bullet, granted), arresting Tighnari for trying to save people, shooting the unarmed medic Collei, kicking the man on the floor begging for the Matra to stop firing tear gas.
When Nahida asks the people of Sumeru how do you defeat tyranny, of course it isn't perfectly literal. But it's an ideological question rooted in the reality of the past (year, six months, I'm not sure of the time frame). Thus, each one of them has a unique answer because of the atrocities they witnessed in this uprising— they've each found a core, inner strength or ideal that drives their actions to why and how they fight and protest. As Nahida gathers their answers, Nahida herself is answering the question through her actions— similar to Dori's "unite the wisdom of the people into one" and Kaveh's "with the knowledge that people are always connected, and that connection is a power that is only waiting to be unleashed", Nahida is representing connection. If I had to phrase it in a way that paralleled how everyone answered, I'd say:
"With the knowledge that you are the commonality in the heart of the people; that you are their ideal in pursuit, that you are their will of rebellion."
Nahida is the connection that binds the people of Sumeru together, splintered as they are by the forest-desert divide as well as many individual ones. Because, ultimately, she is their God— the Archon of Sumeru, whether she or the Sages like it or not, and thus the only real thing that everyone in Sumeru has in common (I separate this from belief; not everyone believes in her, but the undeniable reality is that she "rules" over all Sumeru). But she doesn't earn the status of 'connector' by just owning the position of Archon— she earns it by reaching out to her people during the uprising, trying to understand their hearts and assist in what little way she can, apologetic for her lack of power but determined and keen and willing to adapt— hence "she does not believe yet that she can. But she must, therefore she will."
I could go on talking for ages about Nahida but let's return to the main point. Earning the power of "the web that connects Sumeru", she then grants the answer of how to defeat tyranny to the Traveler, and Traveler (Wisdom Gathered) vs Shouki no Kami occurs.
I actually wrote this scene specifically to resonate with every Allogene's answer to Nahida during her wisdom-gathering, as I wanted a tangible way to demonstrate that it is the people's power that defeats Shouki no Kami, and the Traveler is merely a conduit for it. Luckily, I colour-coded my text to try to figure it out when writing, so it's easy to show:
Crimson, Kazuha, "someone will always dare to brave the lightning's glow", and this person is metaphysically the people of Sumeru and, in this moment, the Traveler, stepping forward. Because before everything else, there must be the first, single moment of bravery that throws someone into the arena.
Lime, Collei, "the desire to do good[...], you can change something, no matter how small." To fight without even knowing or believing that you can win because you hold that you must at least try for the sake of your ideals, and the Traveler shouldering that idea without fear.
Blue, Dori, "Unite the wisdom of the people into one. Channel their strengths together, flow like water." Hydro!Dori's definition of the union of the people's wisdom is their strength— intelligence and capability, which I'd define as the ability to do, and what the Traveler physically/mentally obtains: not superhuman godly knowledge, but human skill and ability but on the scale of thousands, which itself can rival the power of gods.
Red, Dehya, "you find a flashpoint of anger and push until it cracks, and you peel out each bloody piece until you know exactly why you must fight." Traveler physically feels the anger of the people of Sumeru transmitted into their cranium, but also through the events of past year they've witnessed as "the witness to Teyvat" themselves, seeing humanity at its rawest and laid bare and therefore understanding, sympathising, with why they must fight. It is anger and understanding that gives the Traveler the identifiable reason with which they fight for Sumeru.
Violet, Cyno, "the ability to change[...] learn from your mistakes. Anyone can change. Water is only constrained by its container." Traveler's taunt to Shouki no Kami is the recognition that Scaramouche has limited himself by trapping himself in one form, just as Cyno limited himself by allowing the Akademiya to dictate his justice.
Navy, Candace, "home[...] is a community you build with your bare, bleeding hands", and the recognition that Shouki no Kami has no idea how to protect, only destroy (an ideal but also a literal physical attack pattern).
Forest green, Tighnari, "belief in the good that exists... the inherent capacity for good." A weakness of Shouki no Kami, of tyranny itself, is that it does not trust the people (for Scaramouche: his three betrayals). It leaves it isolated and unable to understand or comprehend the power of the united people.
Light green, Kaveh, "the[..] people are always connected, and that connection is a power that is only waiting to be unleashed." Pretty self-explanatory. "Each citizen of Sumeru carries a dream within them" is partially taken from a song and also perfectly exemplifies Kaveh; the lyrics are "and there is a dream / that will never die / no matter how it rains / the flower of freedom survives"
Light blue, Layla, "the belief in every side of you[...], worth something even if you feel as though there is nothing left to give." Sun and moon imagery here to parallel the Traveler (Aether - sun or Lumine - moon) with Day/Night Layla, reflecting that your 'light' is the gathering of a thousand different forces of fortuity aligning— Layla with the Rtawahist siege and Traveler literally with the fortuitous alignment of the People of Sumeru.
Dark green, Alhaitham, "you do not capitulate[...] you must survive, therefore you can, therefore you do." Slight overlap with Collei on 'fighting without even knowing or believing you can win', but an adult version of it as dogged persistence. Forcefully shaping your knowledge (I must not capitulate, therefore I will not) into reality no matter how impossible it may seem, Traveler getting up again and again to ratify this belief.
Azure, Nilou, "let your convictions never die." Traveler takes from Nilou her unbending will— for her art, for her dance, but more generally, the righteous power of knowing you are doing the right thing and the strength of will this gives the Traveler, because this allows their morals to never waver.
Teal, Faruzan, "don’t stop and say ‘that’s good enough’ or ‘this problem will never be solved’[...] no problem is impossible for us." Faruzan demonstrates the ability to innovate, adapt, predict, and this innovation is (part of) what allows the Traveler to interpret and analyse the meaning of the 168 samsaras and formulate it into useful information, alongside the thousand-human equivalent of intelligence given to them by the people.
Highlighted Black, Charlotte, "the sanctity of truth and the desire to know". The very reason why Shouki no Kami lays defeated by the Traveler is because of the indomitable will of truth— for people, including the Traveler upon first entering Sumeru, to know and understand what went wrong, instead of blindly accepting the course of events. It is the triumph of human curiosity over divine inflexibility.
And yeah, I spent probably way too long slotting in lines that would work, but I'm very proud of how things came together for Traveler (Wisdom Gathered) vs Shouki no Kami. I think it's the favourite 'fight scene' (questionable, given that half of it is an internal monologue) I've ever written.
As an addendum: this has been addressed in various Discord messages, but the various interlude poems/songs are indeed sung by Venti as a backdrop to the entire revolution. Here's all of them for posterity:
We pledge no more tears on our land
In wrath, doubts dispelled we’ll make our stand;
Arise! Ye who would not be slaves again,
May true wisdom bless our land.
Break now the dawn, liberate Sumeru
In common breath: revolution for all men
May wisdom reign, proud and free, now and evermore
Glory be to thee, ▉▉▉▉.
When the beating of your heart
echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.
One and two are taken from the same source. I don't think I need to elaborate on how song and music tends to form a strong vector of resistance against authoritarian governments; Venti cannot interfere, but he can become the 'song on the wind' that carries the message far and wide, and bolsters the morale and spirit of the people. Why is 'glory be to thee, ▉▉▉▉' censored? I'm sorry I might make the story less cool by saying this, but I couldn't actually think of a word to put there that would rhyme + fit with the rhythm of the song. My favourite interpretation I came up with after the fact is that this is Rukkhadevata or her demon name, which may or may not have been Buer, because of course it's been erased from history... but this is open to interpretation.
Three is obviously taken Do You Hear the People Sing from Les Misérables. It is the best and rawest song that fits with the context - the transition from each Allogene donating wisdom, to the Traveler's fight. In that moment, I really think the beating of the Traveler's heart aligns and echoes with the beating of the drums (Sumeru's will, metaphorically) and brings about a force to defeat god and dawn tomorrow. Arise, ye who would not be slaves again is obviously also inspired by Do You Hear the People Sing but is not actually part of that song as I'm referencing it.
There's a line from the reprise that I couldn't work in, since Venti shows up relatively late, but it's still extremely important to me: "for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise." Ultimately this never shows up in YFB because the people of Sumeru win. So while their struggles are tremendous and painful, there's no need for me to work in themes of endurance/resistance beyond what Alhaitham represents (I must, therefore I will). If the revolution had lost, I might have worked it in, but we all like happy endings, and the AQ does end with the defeat of Azar and Shouki no Kami, so.
Anyway, thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to ramble about Yellow Flicker Beat, it's such an intensely personal piece of work and it's one of the rare fics were I enjoyed every single second of writing it (usually on other fics I get stuck on scenes and feel frustrated on occasion, but this never happened here).
Topics I did not cover in this Behind-The-Scenes and I might eventually cover at some point: Setaria (goddamn you, Setaria), Kaveh and Alhaitham, Collei being shot, Cyno's face-heel turn and morality, Charlotte and freedom of the press.
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RE: 2022 Is the Year We All Finally Got Tired of Narcissists
Joanna Weiss states in her article about Narcissists in 2022 that she grew irritated by the Harry & Meghan documentary during the 5th and 6th episodes. She claimed that it was of the same stuff that:
Turned Elon Musk into a terror on Twitter, that prompted Ye to up the ante of outrageous behavior until he crossed the line into blatant antisemitism, that sent Bankman-Fried from the top of the world to a Bahamian jail.
In the article, Meghan (Harry is mentioned just as much, but he didn't make the article's header or opening paragraph surprisingly) seems to be the catalyst for Weiss's theory. According to Weiss, Meghan thrives off the attention given to her post-royal exit—be that from her Netflix deal or Oprah—and Harry & Meghan was something of a vanity piece that presented Meghan in an uber-flattering light meant to stroke her ego and showcase her wealth and glamour. However, she doesn't think the Sussexes are malicious like Kanye or Trump she concludes:
. . . the Sussexes’ addiction to the public eye is benign — they seem tiresome, but genuinely well-intentioned — a narcissist’s constant quest for eyeballs and acclaim can get a lot more dangerous.
I feel that what's missing from this article is that it fails to actually describe how Meghan is a narcissist, a word that means more than just having an "addiction to the public eye", or how it resulted in her falling out of favour in the public eye. One bad review of the documentary doesn't mean much, especially when compared to the other big names mentioned in the article.
Elizabeth Holmes and Sam Bankman-Fried are both in legal trouble after their once-lucrative scams fell apart; with Holmes having to serve an 11 prison sentence; YE and Elon have faced near-universal criticism for their current antics on social media, and Trump is on his way to political irrelevancy after his endorsed candidates underperformed during this year's elections. Weiss was smart enough to realize Meghan isn't on the same playing field as these others, but when compared to her other examples, Meghan seems more and more out of place. The article would have been stronger if she was excluded altogether because Meghan is just taking focus away from the main point of the article. The way it's been received is indicative of that, all anyone is talking about is how Meghan can be compared to Donald Trump in good faith, no one is interested in the article's thesis of how high-profile individuals destroy themselves through their quest to sieze and maintain the public eye.
To continue, I'm not sure this article was written in good faith. While Weiss doesn't read as someone with an obsessive hatred of Meghan, her selective recounting of the documentary does have me raising an eyebrow. The 5th and 6th episodes of Harry & Meghan, where Wiess states she reached the limits of the Sussexes ego, were some of the most intimate. They were the episodes where Meghan talked about her miscarriage and talked about how the harassment campaign has led to her living in constant fear for her life, that is not something a person with a huge ego would easily talk about as it conveys vulnerability. Nor her experiences with racism, trauma, and family woes. I find Weiss's characterization of the documentary as something "which suggests that there is no one more in love, no one more socially conscious, no one more aggrieved" to be totally inaccurate. The documentary is focused on Meghan and Harry's relationship, that in itself does not equate to narcissism or self-delusion.
I think it's interesting how Meghan's existence and her telling her story (twice), is enough for her to be branded an attention-seeking egoist when she's not on social media and attends public events and photoshoots sparingly, sometimes months at a time. It really raises the question, is Meghan a narcissist or are you just annoyed by her presence? Weiss answers this question within the first paragraph of her article.
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hi friend I meant to send you this ask a couple days ago I think but. I know it isn't really (twewy) canon, but I'd like to hear about the TWEWY characters in KH3D, if you'd tell me about it? I don't have any intention of playing KH myself, I don't think it's my kind of video game in general, but I'm still fairly curious 👀
ajlksjdfhalsjkd I think this is normally a question where I'd go back to the source material to confirm what I'm saying, but this has been sitting in my inbox too long so I'm just going to write off the cuff and pray something worthwhile comes out
Um, as a whole they're pretty fun! Maybe not totally accurate to the canon of their own game, but they're presented in a way that makes you (or at least me) want to check out TWEWY to find out what their story is. I am so determined to play TWEWY for real eventually, but I don't know how soon that will happen since there's... so much else I want to do aha.
Neku's personality is more that of his first week in the Reaper's Game--he's still kind of standoffish and self-centered, which makes him a stark contrast to a protagonist like Sora, but Neku is already in the process of learning how to trust and befriend other people. He evidently cares about Shiki a lot. I don't remember if he's shown to have much attachment to Joshua or Beat yet in KH canon.
Shiki is a part of one of my favorite interactions in the series; it's actually where the quote in my header image comes from! Riku defends Shiki from a swarm of Dream Eaters, and then he's ready to just run off again to finish his mission, but Shiki says something to the effect of "Hey, you can't chat a girl up and then just ditch her! Aren't you supposed to be my knight in shining armor?" To which Riku kind of panics and says, "Knight? You've got the wrong idea!" aro king So they make for an entertaining pair of companions.
I love Beat. He and Rhyme have a great sibling dynamic. Beat makes some rash decisions that put people in harm's way, but he really means well and has a big heart. There's another scene where Beat's acting tough to Riku like, "We don't need your help!" But Rhyme pipes up like, "Really? 'Cause not five minutes ago, you were whining, 'Where's Riku? We gotta find Riku!'" And Beat gets really flustered like, "Gwaah! Don't say that in front of him!"
All I can really say about Joshua is that he's not enough of a bastard in KH canon lmaooo I need him to shoot the ancient embodiment of Darkness or something
One other thing I'll mention is that as of the Kingdom Hearts 4 trailer, Sora has gone to an alternate reality, and he wakes up in a city resembling Tokyo. There's been speculation that he's specifically in the TWEWY version of Shibuya and we'll see Sora reunite with the cast. Some fans are really excited by the possibility of extended TWEWY lore; others don't want it to be the case because they worry that TWEWY will get subsumed into KH instead of standing as its own thing. I'm not sure how I personally feel, except that I really hope whichever path the developers take, they spend the necessary time to make the game compelling and enjoyable.
I hope this kind of answers your question, even if it's been a while? And thanks for asking!
#teaposts#answered#kingdom hearts#twewy#(n)twewy#sure this can go in the main tags#as a side note kh3d isn't really my favorite installment of the series so imo it's just as well you don't plan to play it#at the very least i'd be the wrong person to try and persuade you lol#but if you still wanted to see/hear more for yourself there's always let's plays and cutscene comps on youtube
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Twenty questions for fic writers!
thanks for the tag @wyrd-syster
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I just posted my 100th (!!!) work this morning! I might be taking some off soon, as they're more for my dnd group than for anything else, but yes, 100!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
643,987 since 2016!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I primarily write for RWBY and Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power, but I also do write fanfic of my dnd characters. Because why not!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
fucking in love, a collaboration with @set-wingedwarrior, RWBY, Bumbleby, "but they were both porn stars" au! WIP.
something to carry, RWBY, Bumbleby, my beloved soulmate au! finished.
From the Heart, RWBY, Bumbleby, my 2020 @bumblebybigbang fic and with chapter headers and comic by the lovely @yourfriendlele! a bakery au, finished.
The Roommate, RWBY, Bumbelby, a "oh my god Blake's a kitten and Yang adopts her" one shot, finished.
doubt the stars, RWBY, Bumbleby, a "Blake is a witch and there's Magic" au. WIP, but I actually have been tinkering on it in the background recently.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I used to, but, after letting too many lovely and generous comments pile up and feeling as though I need to get through the backlog before responding to any new ones, I've since stopped. Also, I'm in grad school and writing a lot, so taking the time to thoughtfully respond as I want to isn't always realistic, time-wise. I'm still sorting out my approach going forward, but I sincerely appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave me such kind words.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't really write pure angst, but my series Liberation has a lot of angst interspersed and does have an angsty ending for the first fic. The series is incomplete, but both fics are completed. I usually try to write angst with hope!
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I'm not sure how to measure happiest, but I do love the ending for something to carry, it's definitely something that brought me a lot of joy to write.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've started to moderate my comments and turned off guest comments to get ahead of the curve, especially as my works as of late have been exploring dynamics that do attract a lot of hate. I've only ever received seemingly well-intentioned comments that have come across poorly to me, but I can't remember a distinct hateful message.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Heh. So much. Logistically, I write a lot of BDSM and dominance/submission dynamics, and I mostly write monogamous sapphic or hetero couples, although I do write other pairings and dynamics as well. I find that I write smut as a kind of psychological catharsis, and there's an examination of the dynamics at play there, but not all the time. All the time, it is horny.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I do not! The closest I've come to a crossover is doing AUs, but I like my ducks in a row and my media separated.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my awareness, thank goodness!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I'm aware of!
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Yes! @set-wingedwarrior and I work on Fucking in Love together, and Wings is lovely.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Gosh, don't make me choose! I think something that will always make me smile is Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, but part of that is sentimentality. I think Yang and Blake will always have a special place in my heart as getting me writing not only fanfiction again but for getting me writing again, not to mention helping me find my girlfriend of three years and for getting me to write sapphic love.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Don't perceive me, but I doubt the Liberation series' fic three will ever be written any time soon. I have other fics I'd rather work on. Everything else, I have intent to finish, but I've kind of let myself off the hook for Liberation.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I have writing strengths? In all seriousness, I've been told I write grief very well, and I think that writing the intensity of emotion along with the spectrum of feelings from experiences is a strength of mine. I describe feelings well and can evoke emotions, and honestly, that's a point of pride for me.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot. I hate plot, because I want to write stories about feelings, but feelings require things that have happened and I'm just not as invested in plot as a literary device as I am anything else. I can get lost in the sauce of writing feelings and then forget to make anything happen, whoops? Also, I think that making voices distinct and making sure my sentence structure isn't (unconsciously) repetitive, and trying to provide variation is something I actively work at.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I do it sometimes, like in in the mouth of the wolf (good luck) because the reader doesn't need to understand Italian to know what's going on. I try to use it sparingly, both because my grasp of languages outside of English is barely passable at best and because I don't want to deal with translation when I am only fluent in one language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
First published fic was a Merlin fic! I wrote some Merlin x Morgana back in the fanfiction dot net days.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Until recently, I would've said something to carry, but I'm working on something right now that I think will overtake that. stc was a labor of love, literally and figuratively, but what I'm writing now is an exploration of themes that I've wanted to explore for years. When it's published, I'll update this post, but for now, a little suspense never hurt. ;)
tagging @set-wingedwarrior @blake-belladonna-defence-force @dandelionsknight @myrsinemezzo @patchodraws and anyone else who wishes to be perceived!
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I M BACK I finished. that honestly took me a little longer than i had hoped/was expecting but then again i was going back and forth between safari to send asks and my notes app to keep track of who i thought was the killer like oyd all over again, and all i can really deduct from both experiences is that i would be an absolute shit detective and the world is so lucky i'm majoring in psych instead of crim! aside from that, it's time for my *cracks knuckles* review, so spoiler warning!
the ending is so silly (in a good way of course) and had he not been a literal mass murderer, i would have said that was something he would 100% do. aside from that, i find it really satisfying...? how well your fics flow and i think wanna play a game? really emphasized how good you are at that because its just ?!2?: i dont even know like the fic moves like water that's the only way i can think of describing the smoothness in between the "camera" transitions, if you know what i mean. the description of and between every movement was also really nice to see for me because usually when i catch myself doing it, it feels like i'm just adding unnecessary and boring details but i think this made me realize just how important they are to make a story feel natural and almost realistic in a way? i definitely don't think mine read as nicely though, BUT ANYWAYS. this isn't about me 😭
another thing i liked was the whole bolded italics to show when he was using the voice modulator and when he was speaking normally because as mentioned before in my oyd review, i can't stand certain things in writing and bolded italics to differentiate actions from dialogue is one of them. i don't know how or why this is becoming a recurring thing where you manage to do things i Don't like in a way that suddenly makes me like them a lot but i feel like that should be some sort of an accomplishment because i'm just so picky and you write everything perfectly 💔
i honestly thought, based on the header, that all three of them were the killers and they were actually a trio instead of a duo and to see that presumably it was just one person, was such a sick twist because i was, again, going back and forth between tumblr and my notes to figure who was where and doing what just so i could end up being completely wrong??!/? everything i thought i knew was a lie. the only thing i managed to get right was potentially taehyun injuring himself on purpose to trick everyone into thinking he was innocent when he really wasn't. i'm really interested in the sequence of events as to how the murders took place and correct me if i'm wrong but: beomgyu fell asleep so taehyun snuck away to go and take out wooyoung and ryujin in the other room by sneaking out of the house and breaking back in through the window which mc thinks is wooyoung de-escalating the situation and ryujin being upset but it's just them struggling and the settling down is when they die... and since taehyun can't just walk back into the house like normally, he goes back out the window and cuts himself on the broken glass? and maybe i'm looking too deep into this but, does beomgyu know? was there a reason why he said mc would be safer with soobin than with him and taehyun and why they end up being the only ones separated from the group? (also why does no one check to see if someone was actually coming?!1?) i kind of have no clue where yeonjun getting threatened happens throughout all this, assuming he's been in on it when he says he's just trying to keep mc safe while beomgyu's being (fake...?) dragged away (still have no clue where exactly he plays a part in the plan or if he plays one at all) and taehyun somehow manages to sneak into the basement and finish off soobin and yeji (fun fact: i totally misread and understood the first read through because i assumed yeji and soobin were a thing or doing Something, so i had to reread and question where the hell i got that from before getting on track again). the part where yeonjun says "think about it," had me on my toes because i thought he was going to admit to doing That to soobin and yeji but after looking back i realized that just. wasn't possible? 😭😭
the smut was so crazy, especially the build up to it like the whole straddling and trying to feel them was an insane idea but i kinda loved every second of it until it popped into my head there was an easy chance mc was straddling dead bodies, which thankfully, she wasn't, otherwise i would have been just as horrified towards the end as i was initially, and suddenly nothing was strangely intimate or appealing about this. it was kind of relieving when it's mentioned taehyun was warm and again, towards the end when it's stated that beomjun were breathing because while taehyun was fucking mc, i was kind of curious about what the hell was going on in the chairs and even more so when he wouldn't let her look at them? taehyun was exceptionally evil i feel, with his false sob story and confession which could have easily been another lie. speaking of the sob story, seeing how hyuka was killed by his friend group and by an "overdose", does that mean yeji was going to end up like him before taehyun came into the picture...? or am i just overthinking again lol
as always, though, i really enjoyed reading this and i'm so curious about every detail that didn't make the cut <3 – ml
the way you literally have me twirling my hair and giggling rn… also that detective comment made me laugh so hard 😭 detective ml needs to retire I’m afraid (joking of course I enjoy seeing ur little findings that were surprisingly accurate)
Responses under the cut! (Includes a timeline and extras!)
(Thoughts on the ending)
-it makes me laugh because I also thought the ending was a bit jarring and… ridiculous tbh, but it just shows how fucking unhinged that man is and I giggled a bit while writing it
(Writing style and transitions)
-this is such a compliment actually omg?? I’ve actually come to realize that this is a strength of mine after many peer reviews on my papers mentioned that, so to hear this again is actually really interesting! I honestly think it’s super important to add details to create an immersive ambience for the reader, but at the same time unnecessary details are literally the worst, and often bore me and make my head hurt. (Like, no one wants to hear about the model and wood of a damn dresser in excruciating detail.) so I find that it’s also really important to keep a balance!
(the voice modulator and using boldled italics)
-I was actually a bit hesitant to add it in, because there’s certain things in dialogue that I find a bit unappealing, personally. But I knew that there had to be something that could distinguish when it was being used so that the reveal could work properly and click immediately with the reader 🚬 I’m glad it worked properly though and it’s even funnier that I keep managing to change your mind about such things haha
(deciding who to make the killer)
-it honestly was a thought to make it all three! I considered all the possibilities; Taehyun definitely was the killer in all of them, but I thought of it being tae and gyu, (but then I got flashbacks to take it and decided against it), then tae and jun, and even all three; but in the end I decided against it only because idk… it seemed so fitting to make tae the mastermind behind everything.
[onto the timeline!]
(Ml anon is scarily accurate)
-beomgyu falls asleep, taehyun sneaks out through the back and goes through the window to take out wooyoung and ryujin; the sounds of the “drunken fit” is actually the struggle from the murder. (Unnecessary detail, but Tae went for Ryujin first; that’s why her cut is so clean while wooyoung got the multiple messy stab wounds— the sounds of the furniture was wooyoung and Taehyun fighting)
-Taehyun goes back to the porch and stabs himself with the knife; all to cause a scene and establish himself as a victim, not a suspect. And since Beomgyu and tae are friends, he knows that bg would be too worried to question anything.
(Does Beomgyu know?)
-no he does not!
(Why did BG insist on the mc going with Soobin?)
-It was actually Beomgyu making sure that Soobin would be safe! He felt as though it was wrong to leave someone alone, bc of course, there’s strength in numbers. He hesitated to switch with mc bc the thought of the “killer” still being nearby (which he was) made him worried that mc wouldn’t be able to protect herself and Taehyun. In the end he simply gave in bc mc was being stubborn and it wouldn’t help to argue about it.
(Why were TaeGyu the only ones that got separated?)
-The reason why they’re the only ones separated is because Taehyun needed to get rid of someone else quickly before he got outnumbered in a closed space; he knew that the mc would put themself at risk in order to protect bg, and the last thing he needed was them to get hurt. (Also, he needed bg to use him as leverage for the mc— I’ll elaborate more in another ask haha)
(why did everyone just blindly believe Tae about someone coming…)
-I love this little question because ya, that was a big mistake. Had anyone actually checked, they would’ve been confused and would’ve just said “bro is bleeding out fr” or smth. (And Taehyun would’ve played the part and acted weak and weary haha) But since the tensions are high, they’re all much too scared to think straight; Taehyun knows this and uses mass hysteria to scare them off, knowing that they’d believe him because he’s a victim too! (also, he’s the only one who’s “seen” the killer, so that gives him credibility if he were to panic)
(when does Yeonjun get threatened again…?)
-See this is this part is a bit of a stretch but it’s alright because it’s fiction haha… we all know our poor mc is horrible with directions, and when I say the house is huge I mean it’s huge. (Like mansion that has empty dusty unused rooms huge) Taehyun had to make sure to be quick with everything— knocking Beomgyu out, dragging him out of plain sight and onto the porch, and sneaking past the mc through another bedroom window. From there, he only had to find Yeonjun to get him to go back after her— Yeonjun’s feelings for her were real (although superficial at most) so at first he really was trying to get her to safety. Unfortunately, he’s very selfish so the moment the mc injured him and ran was the moment he thought “fuck this, let her do what she wants.”
-The threats had a bit more details than said; meaning, “stall for a bit while I finish the rest, and knock her out and bring her to me.” Yeonjun really thought he’d be spared if he got on Taehyun’s good side and did all his bidding, even if that meant betraying his own friends.
-After threatening Yj, he went to the basement— that’s where he cornered Soobin and Yeji, aiming for Soobin first because he knew Yeji wouldn’t be able to defend herself; it’s gruesome, but he left Soobin to bleed out and Yeji to watch as he shattered her ankles.
-Also!! Another thing that I didn’t write, but Taehyun was actually in the basement the whole time! He was just hiding while he made sure Yeonjun didn’t turn on him, and after he knocked the mc out, Taehyun pretended to be grateful to get yj’s guard down; after that, he knocked him out.
(the buildup and reveal)
-it honestly was such a bizarre idea to have the mc do that, and I… still don’t know why I did it? (Or how I thought of it.) I think it was just a weak ploy by Tae to get the mc scared and close to him; also, to gain her trust since she didn’t know he was behind it all yet.
(What’s up with the chairs? Why won’t he let her look at them?)
-Quite honestly, nothing special— they were just beginning to stir, and Taehyun was nothing more than possessive because even while they were sharing such an “intimate” (intimate used loosely) moment, he was angry to see that she was still worrying about them. He knew of yj’s feelings towards the mc and was never really fond of how close bg was to her.
-Here are a few things I decided to omit or simply changed my mind on: first, the mc wasn’t going to be blindfolded; she would be tied up to a chair with bg and yj, and yj would’ve woken up and made a fuss as to why he was there. “We had a deal, you fucking lied to me!” He would have been killed after by Taehyun, making this the original reveal where he actually had a scream mask on. The other idea was killing bg and yj while the mc had been blindfolded, (post killer reveal) forcing her to listen to the sounds of them being stabbed and dying, etc etc until her spirit became completely crushed. I decided against both ideas simply because I just wanted to tone things down a little teehee
(Huening’s OD and Yeji’s fate)
-You are not overthinking at all!! I’m so glad you picked up on this, because yes! That’s pretty much why Ryujin had been so freaked out and why everyone else had taken a serious attempt to de-escalate things, because they’ve all been through it before! The whole thing with Huening was an accident— they introduced him to drugs he couldn’t handle, being irresponsible and letting him take more than he should’ve as they all laughed and poked fun of him for being so inexperienced and a wimp; when he started acting strange, no one really took it seriously, thinking that he would eventually get over it. But he didn’t, and their death was on their hands as they attempted to make it look like it was his own fault and decision, choosing to try and put it all in the past as they pretended like nothing happened. Eventually, Yeji would’ve had a pretty close call herself if she continued the way she was.
But that’s pretty much it, and I’m really impressed with how accurate some of your findings were! (Maybe detective ml isn’t a complete lost cause) it was so much fun to read all your thoughts and reactions, thank you sooooo much for taking your time to write such an amazing review!!
#There’s nothing I love more than detailed reviews#that let me talk about small behind the scenes#I hope this made sense lmao#WPAG: !spoilers!#fic: wanna play a game?#rambles#masterlist anon!#koqabear asks#[♡]— feedback !
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boatdriinks Pudding/Katie | she/her | 28
a mutual exclusive blog for kerry eurodyne from cyberpunk 2077. formerly part of shininginyourlight
mixed canon (picked out from 2020/77/3.0/CyberGeneration) | crossover friendly | oc selective | duplicate friendly
LINKS: RULES | ABOUT | CARRD | MULTIMUSE (HIATUS)
note: not all my carrd pages are mobile friendly. contents, rules, and about are all good. ship page is readable, but not pretty. timeline and current relationships w/ everyone is very much desktop only.
rules beneath the cut
FOLLOWING:
-I am a mutually exclusive blog. If we're not following one another, I will not respond to your character's asks nor will I write you starters.
-If you follow me first, I'd prefer for you to make the first move in terms of interactions. I promise, if we're mutuals, I'm more than happy to talk to you and begin to figure out interactions with you!
-I don't mind if personal blogs follow me so long as you don't reblog my stuff.
-I will likely unfollow you if your attitude is overly negative, or if you reblog a ton of unrelated content to your blog. Run your blog how you want, but I just don't want to be around it.
SHIPPING:
-I love shipping! I obviously need chemistry to happen, though, and definitely prefer if I already know the mun well enough before I feel comfortable to ship with someone.
-I don't do anything in regards to sexual writing on this blog. I'm 27, so it's really just a matter of my preference. I'll allow things up to a "fade to black" situation, however.
-Please refer to my SHIPPING section of my carrd if you have questions about what I ship.
GENERAL:
-Kerry has a lot of triggering material in his storyline, especially with the inclusion of some of his story from CyberGeneration. This includes, but is not limited to: suicidal tendencies, suicide attempts, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mention of drug and alcohol use, mention of drug and alcohol addictions, & child death.
-If you're an OC (or even a canon character that doesn't know my character in canon) do not assume my character knows you. If you want pre-established relationships, you need to come to me first. This includes V! Everyone's V is different, and I'd prefer to talk things out if dynamics between Kerry and V isn't already clear from your information.
-Please don't make it a habit of asking for starters without responding to them. If you have an issue with a starter, just let me know! I promise you I won't be annoyed or upset, because I want nothing more than for us to be able to interact.
-You definitely don't need to match my reply length, but I'd appreciate it if you gave me something to work with so I'm actually able to respond properly.
-You're more than welcome to turn our asks into threads if you want! Just be sure to turn into a new post and tag me, first!
-Triggers are tagged as "trigger cw".
-I have no triggers myself in regards to dark subjects. I do, however, have emetophobia which I would appreciate being tagged. I won't jump at you if you don't do this, however.
I left out things I felt to be obvious, but if there are issues in the future, I’ll add them here.
CREDITS:
some of the virtual photography of Kerry - TheNightcaller
some of the assets for my edits - R. Talsorian Games
design of carrd based on the ROCKERBOY sourcebook made by R. Talsorian Games
psd for mobile header image - ninetitans
icon border - niixzee
all other edits / graphics have been made by me
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If anyone has followed me for any amount of time, then it is known that I am constantly telling people to fact check, or as I am more likely to say, "check your shit."
One thing I have to make clear, though, is that you cannot just rely on fact-checking organizations. Sometimes you have to fact check the fact checkers.
Anyone remember Josh Mandel?
He was a Republican running for Senate (again) in 2022 when this image popped up on a campaign video:
It's blurry and low resolution, but many people thought it looked like his face was photoshopped onto a black service member.
If you search today, all the fact checking websites say that claim is false. They actually say it is unproven, and therefore rated false.
But, if you did deeper you find more inconsistencies. Mandel's campaign said a darkening filter was used on the original image which somehow explains the dark hands but no darkening of his face, and they provided a digital image of the original printed picture:
Natalie Allison, a reporter at Politico who reported on the story, shared this picture and the campaign's dark filter explanation.
And she was kind of defensive about it.
But, look at that "original" image. Specifically the boots and the name tags (and we'll ignore Mandel's ridiculously small cover).
Here are the boots in question:
Notice how the boots of the men in back somehow ended up in front of the picture? Almost like it wasn't layered right in Photoshop.
As for the name tags, it is expressed best by this tweet:
If you blow up the image you can see the blurs where names should be.
So obviously the image was altered in various ways. Whether or not Mandel was himself added to the picture isn't clear, but tampering did take place.
But none of the fact-checking sites I looked at mentioned these alterations. Which is shoddy-ass fact checking.
Maybe they thought it didn't matter? Like Natalie Allison said, "Is the argument that you think he didn't actually serve with Marines who were black? It really doesn't make a lot of sense."
No, Ms. Allison. Whether or not he served with black Marines is not the point. The question that deserved to be followed up on is why he was using an altered picture in his campaign ad.
Altered = not the truth.
This reporter and the various fact checkers were negligent in following up on these inconsistancies, because, at least in Ms. Allison's opinion, it just didn't matter.
Which is ironic considering the header of Allison's Twitter profile.
"Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it."
Words she should consider a little more closely.
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9, 15, 18, 19 for the aro asks :)
What is your favourite aro-spec identity flag?
I have to be honest, I've never been one to care much for pride flags? I mean they're important but like. Not important to me very much. Or perhaps I take them for granted. I'm still just glad the community moved past the old aro flag with the orange and yellow in it, that was an eyesore. The gray-scale with two shades of green looks better with the ace flag and it's easy to coordinate with.
Like five years ago I used to have a She-Hulk icon (comics obviously, and in the era where she wore a purple costume) and I had my blog header as an ace flag with an aro flag heart inside of it. It was very cute.
What advice do you have for other aro-spec people (or those questioning being aro-spec)?
Oooh, for other aro people I don't know if I have any specific advice because I don't know exactly what we're all "struggling" with? I guess we all struggle against amatonormativity but. Like. I can't say I've got any solutions for coping with that lmao as I am still very much in that boat. My advice to other aro-spec people is you're awesome, I love you.
Questioning aro-spec is a bit different, and I actually have been asked about this before since I was the first aromantic person I knew pretty much. Other friends/mutuals who've seen my posts or poems or just heard me talk about it a lil have sometimes admitted to me that they're not exactly sure they're alloromantic either, and it's kind of heartwarming to know that my honesty can be a resource in helping other people discover themselves.
It's hard to generalize too much because everyone's aro journey is different not to mention SO complicated, considering that we're not even made to seem like an option (although maybe perhaps that's getting better in some spheres than it was when I was questioning? still seems p bad to me but idk, visibility must be growing somewhat). I'd just say it's okay to be a-curious. To not want to date or do romantic or sexual things and to keep some distance between your "love life" and your actual life. By forming an identity where romantic partnership just doesn't play into it, isn't an ambition whatsoever, it's easier to realize whether or not that'd actually be a comfort to you or if you "need" it. That's how it was for me at least.
And, obviously it's not for me to label which experiences or feelings DO or DON'T make you aro, but like, if you have doubts, or if you feel yourself second-guessing it, if you're having feelings you think "must not" be aro... that shit just happens to all of us. It doesn't mean you're lying to yourself, wasting your time all alone, trying to fit into a box that you're not.
For instance for myself, it's taken me years to accept that I still get crushes, most frequently on men, and often times I've written this off as comphet (and it's not NOT that, I mean I'll never be wo that). But sometimes it's not. Sometimes I do get legit "crushes" for lack of a better word (they don't fit the word "squish" as I see it used). Sometimes they're on girls. Sometimes it's not a place of insecurity. Sometimes I'm just drawn to someone because of this or that thing about them. Sometimes I just enjoy flirting w certain people or I want to be momentarily close to them. But it doesn't mean I wanna DATE them, you know? I still feel repulsed by that most of the time. I can enjoy myself in whatever non-amatonormative attraction I'm feeling in the moment. It doesn't make me suddenly alloromantic, because I'll never be that. I tried.
Yeah... I feel like I'm rambling in a couple of different directions here but hopefully the insight is valuable.
Do you have any aro-spec headcanons?
All the time when I'm reading classic literature. I have fewer of them in TV and movies I guess because I just never expect to actually see it so maybe the speculation doesn't occur to me. Not that I expect it in classics either, but maybe it's because any queer label would be an anachronism, that I can kind of see the experiences for what they simply are and resonate with them in that way? Idk. I'll have to reflect more on why that is.
Diana from Shakespeare's All's Well That Ends Well sticks with me because, first of all, she has my name, and was given it for our Roman namesake, the goddess of chastity. She's only a minor character and her role is to seduce Bertram but not actually sleep with him, but via the old trope of the "bed trick" he ends up sleeping with his to-be-wife he's trying to avoid having to marry, Helen. Oh, yeah, and if you've never read All's Well That Ends Well, that sounds really fucked up, and it is. It's all quite fucked up; the plot is convoluted and all of the characters are really seedy and manipulative. The title is ironic because being forced into marriage is not, like, ending well. I love this play I could talk about it forever. But all Diana does is be hot, get Bertram to think she's hot, and then swear off men for life because she sees how trash Bertram is. I fuckin feel that, girl.
Is there a song that is very aromantic to you?
I used to have a playlist of them back when I used Spotify. I should remake it. Off to top of my head I always think of jazz songs. "By Myself" (my favorite version of it is here) and "Just One of Those Things" (my favorite version of that's here) might be my all-time favorites. But there are a lot of good songs with aro vibes.
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Unfavorable Guidance | H.Shinso
✎ Mindjack has been doing these kind of jobs since he was recruited as a hero, he is unmistakingly the best at them, doesn’t need anyone butting their noses in his business, especially you, the sly fox in disguise, offering your tainted helping hand.
✎ Protagonists: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader.
✎ Word count: 6.4K
✎Category: noncon/dubcon, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au
✎Caution(!): noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex.
✎ Author’s notes: I KNOW I’M LATE EUFGKHDFVBDFXL, but here is my contribution to @daisy-bakugo 2k event Vice City! Please take the time to read everyone’s work if you haven’t! Thank you so much for letting me participate.
I listened to this throughout the entire process of writing it, if you’re familiar with Kingdom Hearts, some names will ring a bell to you lol. also I hate the header and the summary but you’re just gonna have to live w it for now cause its 8 am I NEED SLEEP
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The annual auction of Vice City is one of the biggest social events of the year. The wealthiest families and richest people in the world come from everywhere in attempts to win what is secretly considered the greatest treasures of all time. Greatest and most expensive.
Alas, the after party held later on is what people are all secretly actually waiting for, where the most exquisite and rarest artifacts of the year get auctioned off to whoever is lucky enough to even be included in the guest list.
While not all are there for the auctions, it certainly is the perfect opportunity for anyone who's anyone in the world to show off their wealth. Filthy rich people sway all around, laughing and bragging. Venetian crystal chandeliers, velvet carpets, gambling, and alcohol. Men with their cigars, men with their wives, and men with their arm candies, their escorts or mistresses.
Yet, Shinso isn’t here for the luxury, he isn't here for the fame and the fortune, nor the reputation people thrive for when they buy those - meaningless, he calls them - relics. No, he is here on a mission, one he certainly wants to be done and over with because he wants to go home. He loosens his tie with an aggravated sigh before knocking back the last of his only gin and tonic, the bitter taste prickling his throat as he surveys the crowd of people all around him while he stands idly by the bar.
He knew it’d be a pain in the ass the second he got the mission assigned to him from the agency, the words “intel” and “Vice City'' of all places forced a frown upon his face, yet, being the most suitable for this job, he couldn't really decline.
Mindjack isn’t the type of hero you see on billboards and magazines, isn’t the type of hero to kiss babies’ heads that get thrusted at him in meet and greets, he certainly isn’t one to have those adoring fan clubs that follow his every move, posting about his greatest conquests. Oh no, he is a hero that works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, undercover -lie through your teeth throughout the whole ordeal- kind of hero, the kind of hero that goes home at the end of his missions with no gratitude towards his work, because nobody knows who he is or what he contributes to the society.
For the longest time, Shinso accepted the life he’s living, he didn’t look for validation from the citizens, knowing his work is always beyond the scope of their knowledge and their awareness, but sometimes, just sometimes, the sour droplets of envy would foul his mouth when his amethysts for eyes scan over the extravagant heroes, making a show out of saving their cities and getting praised and awarded and loved for doing what they’re supposed to be doing, their job.
“Squeeze that glass a bit more and you’d break it”
A voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him, Shinso blinked twice before his eyes dragged over to you, oh so beautiful and oh so close. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his fingers, the lacey glove lightly scratches his hand before he lets go of the glass in surprise, dropping it into yours. You giggle sweetly, turning around to place it on the bar before ordering your own, but not without looking at him over your shoulder and sending him a smile.
“What will it be, sugar tits?” the bartender leans over the counter, towel thrown on his shoulder as he sends you what's supposed to be a sultry look. Your elbow is placed on the counter while you rest your chin on your hand, smiling temptingly at him. “Anything that’ll get you to stop staring at my boobs.” Shinso almost laughs at the contrast between your smile and your voice, sharp and venomous, and the man leans back so far from you like he’s been stung. Walking away to work on a drink for you.
Shinso’s eyes rake your body without his knowledge, he admires the dress adorning your body, hugging you in all the right places, cascading down to the floor, and that slit my god, your legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how you can strut so elegantly with them on. A snap of your fingers breaks his trance and he tries - keyword tries - to act nonchalant to his obvious ogling and you only laugh in return.
You hum lowly, “So,” you’re turning to face him as you lean back on the counter, pushing your chest out to grasp even more of his attention, “what's an esteemed hero like you doing in a place like this?” It takes Shinso a good minute before he narrows his eyes, left foot back and ready to either take you down or run away if you were to involve greater forces. No one is supposed to know about his true identity, no one is supposed to know that there is a hero within them.
But what shakes his demeanor is the way you dangle his wallet in front of him, like dangling a stupid feather for some silly cat, waiting for it to jump at you to entertain you. Shinso swallows with a struggle, deciding that using his quirk to retrieve his wallet back will lead to him leaving, and he didn’t want that. He’s been keeping an eye on the wanted man for hours now, and it’ll all go to waste because of your slimy little hands and your-
“Here,” you toss it back to him, and he stumbles a bit before catching it properly, eyeing you for any sudden movements, but you simply turn back around in time to hold the drink from the bartender’s hand with a smile dazzling your lips. “You’re getting intel on The Wise?” you mumble against your cup, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving Shinso’s glaring ones. How the fuck do you know?
“You’re not the first.” you smirk, finger wiping the smeared lipstick against the glass before circling the rim. “You all look the same, thinking you’re better than them because of your position in the society, only for that ego to come and bite you right in the ass.” It’s almost ironic how poisonous your voice could get while still maintaining that mesmerizing smile, and oddly enough, Shinso’s eyes keep drooping despite his desperate attempt to fight against them.
You hum again, the click of your heels sounding muffled to him, eyes blurring when you get so close to him your breath tickles his cheek. “But you’re different, hmm? You’re gonna make the bad guy go away?”
“Yes.” it's rushed, almost desperate, and the hero is astonished at how he sounds. “Then, lemme help you… Hitoshi.”
A blink, and you’re gone just like you vanished right from under his nose, slipped right between his fingers. A low curse escapes Shinso’s lips and he turns around swiftly to question the bartender, hell bent on getting any information on the girl that just revealed his entire identity and mission to him in a matter of seconds.
“How can I help you, sir?” the question boggles his mind, the big burly man with an attitude problem wasn’t there anymore, replaced by another sweet woman that held concern in her eyes at his sight. “You’ve been staring at the wall for a while there, need me to call your driver to get you back?”
“Wa- but I- She,” Shinso’s body started heating up in anger, worry, embarrassment, he doesn’t really know, but what he wants to know right this instant is how long he’s been out of it and for god’s sake, why?
Shinso doesn’t really consider himself to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but dammit did he feel like a complete idiot letting you run off like that, a quick trip to the restroom for a splash of water clears his head enough for him to pull back his wallet from his pocket, flipping through it and finding something he was absolutely sure wasn’t there prior to your visit. A silver card, with ‘Surveillance room’ scribbled on a note behind it.
Caving in and accepting whatever help you were offering him, Shinso slides the card through the reader, sighing in relief upon the satisfying ding sound, followed by the door opening to the surveillance room.
“Now that’s what’m talking about.” life got so much easier now that he could watch The Wise through multiple screens, making it hard to miss a single move of his. The hero allows himself to relax a bit, hand messing with his hair and tired eyes blinking in irritation against the glare of the screens. The Wise was the mastermind of Organization XIII, as their name intel, they’re consisting of the same thirteen members that founded it years ago, nobody really knows how they started, what shocked the whole world is how grand their first crime actually was, bloodbath of the century -they would call it, seventeen slaughtered heroes, followed by their families, including women and children, thousands of millions of ¥ in money laundering atop of it, all within a span of 4 months, that was years ago, back in their prime.
Now, with eight of them behind bars, the remaining five were able to stay under the radar, distributing whatever money they were able to keep between them and fleeing to different parts of the world. Just because they were apart, didn’t mean they were any less dangerous, The Wise is a prime example for that, brutally murdering three of the undercover heroes sent his way to bring him back to justice, but they weren’t Shinso, he’d try to remind himself.
May their soul rest in peace, they were those heroes he felt dissociated from, the type of heroes to flaunt their powers, monetize the peoples’ knowledge of their quirks, uncover the secrets of their job, they were easy targets for people like The Wise, he’d know their weaknesses and how to take them down before they even think about pursuing him. Now, Mindjack was a different story, he wasn’t held on a pedestal by the people he saves, simply because they don’t recognize him, while he would loath that reality sometimes, he thanks the god for it today, as he’s watching the man’s call out for a drink.
Amethyst eyes scan the remaining screens, widening upon the sight of you looking right back at them, you are a vixen to him, eyes half lidded with a smile so intoxicating it does nothing but entrance whoever was lucky enough to catch its sight. Lace clad fingers wrapping around a piece of paper, you are so beautiful, Shinso tries to stop his mind from wandering, imagining what you wore underneath that angel crafted dress, envisioning what those fingers could do to please him, the same fingers that held the unfolded paper, the word ‘RUN’ smeared across it in lipstick.
Wait a minute, run?
Even before the poor hero could react, the similar satisfying -now dreadful- ding rings in his ear, before the door opens behind him, illuminating the room even more. Shinso stands to face two men, both as surprised as he is to see another occupant in the room. Right before any of them move, the hero opens his mouth and prays to god that whatever way he’s winging it works. “You got a permit to be here?”
Jesus one of you answer, and they both do - the left having fingers curving into talons while the right pulled at strings from the tips of his fingers, both ready to attack - and by god Shinso couldn’t be happier upon hearing a sound, because the minute the word ‘yes’ slips through their lips, Mindjack is smiling like a madman, welcoming the look of glossy eyes and heavy heads like a beloved relative’s return back home.
“Great… Now,” the two manipulated men face him, unaware of the dreaded fate bestowed upon them, while Shinso just can’t seem to keep the glint in his eyes at bay. “Why don’t you put on a show for me,” he breathes, smiling down at the ground before looking at them. ”Choke the fucking life out of each other.” The men don’t even blink, quick to face each other and jump, hands wrapped around throats like a vice, Shinso only moves away from the men on the floor as they thrash and kick at each other, limbs flailing as they try to force the life out of each other.
Turning his back against them, Shinso eyes the screen he was monitoring before their entrance, ignoring the groans and gasps of air behind him. He curses under his breath when he sees The Wise getting up from his place, heading towards a room that is supposed to be monitored by screen #6, but is purposely out of service. If he isn’t able to question The Wise or even keep an eye on him, then he’s gonna head on over to the next best thing. Gargled screams echo through the corridor as the hero makes his exit, making sure the door clicks shut behind him, he wouldn’t want to cause disturbance to the esteemed guests of the society of lowlifes.
Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, killing machines that didn’t spare the live of the innocents, so why should he spare theirs?
Shinso makes it back to the main event, immediately finding you between guests, sitting so pretty on the poker table, eyes drawing him closer, the grin adorning your lips now wobbly, easy for him to distinguish as fake, forced, a façade kept for the people surrounding the table. He is hasteful in settling himself in the chair near you, shoulders tense when different pairs of eyes fall upon him, the dealer shuffles the deck to draw cards for Shinso, but you hold your hand out with a smile. “He’ll sit this one out, by my lucky onlooker.” A round of laughter causes Shinso to flush in embarrassment, feeling degraded and looked down upon by all these lowlifes, petty thieves and criminals, thinking they’re better than him, oh he’ll show them.(1)
It takes a few rounds for the table to empty out, now occupied by Shinso and yourself, the dealer asks him to move over to the next chair before they start their game. “Place your bets.” you’re quick to slide over a few of your chips to his side - some black, others red and blue, he didn’t really pay that much attention to them- your eyes daring him to reject your invitation to take the money to play.
He only blinks at you, his eyes seemingly never wanting to lose sight of you as he fights with himself to sit straight to face the dealer again, the man proceeds to deal both of you the cards for you to review before placing your bets. “You tricked me.” Shinso is almost appalled at the hurt laced in his voice, as if the two of you had a bond that was never meant to be broken. “don’t believe so, told you to run didn’ I?” The mockery in your voice is a hoax, the single twitch in your brow catches his attention and he can only deem it as you being stressed, whether it be because of the ordeal regarding the surveillance room or not is beyond him. No, he was stupid and foolish and he will not fall for your silly games again. “Exactly, you knew they were coming.” you hum in response to his accusation.
“Call.” Dropping a few of your chips on the table, your eyes shift momentarily to him, “I did, I said I’d help you and here I am.” He slams his bet on the table, ‘Raise’ gritted right through his teeth at your words. “I don’t want your help!” He reveals his cards on the table, a way to show his disinterest in your assistance as the dealer announces ‘Flush’ at his hand. Your eyes meet again from above your cards, now narrowing down instead of the half lidded look you seem to always have “You don’t want it, but you need it.” The façade you held before is slowly but surely breaking, now a deep frown tugging at your lip as you reveal your own hand, brows furrowing even further in challenge as you hum in displeasure when the dealer announces your ‘Full House’ hand to be the winner of this round.(2)
Shinso moves swiftly to stand when he sees you do the same, right before his entire world starts to spin, lights and colors mingling together and causing his head to spin, he sits down again, head between his hands as he tries to calm himself down, it's probably the strain of the mission, maybe it’s the weight bestowed upon his shoulders to finish it up. The hero lifts his head up to ask you, about something he himself isn’t even sure of, he just wants to hear your voice, like a drug to him that he can’t help but ask for more. Except when he does, you aren’t there, the table is occupied by different people, the dealer is another man with longer hair and slimmer figure, and by god did Shinso want to rip his hair out.
The minute he feels like he could get back on his own to feet without falling down on his ass, Hitoshi is quick to check his pockets, adamant to find a clue your sneaky hands slid into one of his pockets while he was out, despite the tantrum he almost threw at not wanting your help nor guidance, and he does find something, a simple metal key, attached to it was a tag with the number XIII on it.
In his shock, he almost drops the key on the ground but barely holds himself together to avoid any further embarrassment, Shinso takes deep breaths, knowing that the key in his possession is his entry to the heart of the organization, and especially to The Wise.
Every year, specifically at the Vice City annual auction afterparty, The Wise holds a meeting with the most dangerous men within the continent, the most loathsome masterminds of the criminal world, all in the hopes of recruiting one of them into the organization, to uphold its name and spread its message. Every year, with no recruitment yet.
With trembling hands, Shinso stuffs the key back into his pocket, eyes on the lookout for anyone who might’ve caught the key in his hand, but sighs in relief when he sees some engrossed in their meaningless poker and absurd talks, while the majority have made their way to the next hall over for the auction that is being held. He takes the stairs three at a time up the floors, facing a red oak double door, the same forsaken number engraved into it. After multiple failed attempts at inserting the key in the lock, he finally does with a huff, hearing the lock echoing in his ears before pushing the door open.
To be honest, Shinso didn’t know what he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, he thought maybe he’d watch weaponry trade off, perhaps people brawling and fighting amongst each other for the title of being the new members. But he certainly didn’t expect to be engulfed in jazz music, men with their cigars laughing and chatting, without a single care in the world, as if their hands weren’t tainted with the blood of the innocents, oh how he loathed them. In an attempt to fit in, he grabs a glass of whiskey from the butler standing by the door, nodding to him in thanks before moseying his way over to the corner in the room, he’d be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of those lunatics.
A stage is set up in the front of the room, and it takes a second for him to acknowledge the pole placed right at its center, it takes him another few seconds to see the beauty dancing on that pole, Shinso’s eyes rake her body without his knowledge, he admires the lingerie adorning her body, hugging her in all the right places, garter snug against her thighs as she twirls, her legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how she can dance so elegantly with them on… wait a minute.
As if predicting the minute he realized it was you, you twirl to face him, lips pulled into a smile yet again, a giggle interrupting your humming as your body twists and turns on the pole. Shinso isn’t really sure how long he sits there captivated by your body, the only thing breaking his trance is the clap on his back and the heavy weight that sits next to him. “Beauty, isn’t she?”
Bile rises to Shinso’s throat at the mere sound of the person next to him, fear stills him in his place, restricting any movement he’s even thinking of doing, all he could do is sit, widened eyes and sweaty brows at the sight of The Wise right beside him.
“Don’cha love it when women like her,” The Wise points at you with his cigar, “work to please men like us?” His arm now completely wrapped around Shinso’s shoulder as the hero feels his soul levitating from his body. “Look aroun’ya,” and he does, and only then does he really pay attention, he should’ve seen it all along, the glossy eyes, the droopy heads, it's a sight he was so well accustomed to that his brain normalized it to him. With whatever courage he musters up, he shifts his eyes to look at the man beside him, noticing the ear plugs he wore, and right then the gears start to turn in his head. “My most prized possession I tell’ya.”
Of course you would be, how else would you have access to all these things, the card, the key, the vanishing from thin air, it all makes sense now.
“Enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?” your words are flowing like honey to his ears, a low buzz ringing in his brain as you spoke to the men in front of you. His ability to frown is nonexistent, a relaxed look adorning his face as he looks up at you, so elegant and beautiful in whatever hugged that miracle of a body.
“Sure are,” The Wise jerks Shinso by the shoulder, and he realizes that was done to break whatever trance he was in, he could only glare back at you when you smile at them, that conniving smile that hosted all the lies you spouted to him.
“y/n,” He calls you and by God if this isn’t the most beautiful name Shinso ever hears, what a shame it's being tainted by the voice of this criminal. “Wadda ya say to takin’ this fine boy to the red room, hm?” The man urges him to stand and take your hand, which he did at the blink of an eye, his body moving on it’s own to graze his lips against your knuckles in a breathless kiss. “Treat’m real nice for me.” The hero’s feet take him to follow you, his steps light, like walking on clouds, the sway of your hips pulling him closer to you until his chest is flush against your back, pushing you to move faster into the room you are pointed towards.
Walking aimlessly through hallways, taking lefts and rights he would never be able to recollect in his current state, you both enter a room, red just like The Wise called it, crimson silk sheets fitted on a king sized bed, maroon loveseats and plush carpets, everything in that red hue that it's almost nauseating.
Bringing your hands in a loud clap, the fogginess in Shinso’s vision dissolves, your creased brows and frown now more prominent to him than ever, his eyes catch the scar trailing from the back of your neck to your cleavage, confused as to why his usual perceptive self would miss it, but then again, he doesn’t feel like he was ever himself throughout this whole ordeal.
To say he was furious is an understatement, he never felt more played in his life, he is Mindjack, the most conniving hero of all of Japan, he was manipulative and sly , known by his people to get jobs done, no matter who his opponent is, he always comes back victorious. And when his ears pick up your sigh of relief, he could only see red, he is hurt, he is scared, but now its his act, his turn to fuck shit up, he wants to hurt, he wants to scare.
“Fuckin’ lying bitch,” It takes him all but two steps for his body to graze yours, tantalizing eyes boring down into yours as you gasp at the close proximity, “you were workin’ with’em this entire fuckin’ time?”
“N-no that’s not it,” you stutter, flustered at his overwhelming presence, trying to put some distance between you and the fuming man by pushing his chest, “Please, I need you to listen to me.”
“Oh, now you’re beggin’ hmm?” his firm warm hands circle your wrists, tugging them away from his body and using them to pull you even closer to him, his breath now grazing the tops of your cheeks, “Didn’t your boss tell you to treat me right?” he breathes, “well, get to it, slut.”
“That’s not what this is Hitoshi, just listen-” for the love of all that’s pure in this world, why does the sound of his name exceed his perception of how happiness is supposed to reverberate in his ear? “Keep my name outta your mouth, or I swear,” He hisses at you, the grip on your wrists tightening as you whimper out in pain.
“You think you can just toy with me? Have me running around and following your orders like a lil bitch!?” He sees you trembling, lips wobbly and in tears, how ironic, he doesn’t know a few words would get you to start tearing up, the change in demeanor from when he first met you confuses him for a second, but only a second, because he’ll be damned if he falls for any of your tricks anymore. “N-no, I swear it isn’t like that, just p-please, please c-calm down! Let me explain myself-” the ugly cackle he lets out shuts you up, teary eyes widening as they fall on his, the aura he’s radiating is terrifying to say the least, your knees shaking in dread at what’s about to fold.
“You think you can play my game and win?”
It takes you a minute to answer, the word no echoing in your head, throbbing in your brain so painfully you forget the words that follow it, but what you can’t forget, what you will never forget, no matter how delirious you feel, is the look of pure sin across Shinso’s face, grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat, because you were now simply a measly little pawn in his game.
Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, criminals that broke every law in their way to get what they desire, so why couldn’t he indulge even a little himself?
He lets go of your wrists, watching as your arms sway next to your body like dead weight before he turns around to flop down on the loveseat, legs spread wide as he waves his hand over to you.
“Waddaya waitin’ for,” he knows you can’t answer him, but it feels so fucking good to hold such power over you after all you’ve put him through. “Now, strip.” the surge of power he feels jolts his dick up in excitement as he watches you take off your lingerie, moves robotic and forced, eyes glazed over both with tears and his control over your dumb little brain. Hitoshi is no villain, he is a respectable hero, but he’s been called that all his childhood, he might as well live up to that expectation, one way or another.
Shinso stands when you’re fully naked in front of him, long legs circling you and taking you all in, the back of his hand grazes your nipple and he all but groans as it pebbles at his touch. But god, he was nowhere near being done with you.
“Spread your legs for me on that bed,” he grins at the way you follow his orders even before he asks, “will ya?” you settle yourself on the bed before slowly dropping your weight on your back, hazy eyes staring up into the ceiling as your arms bring themselves down to circle the back of your knees, pulling them up close to your chest to expose yourself to him.
Shinso’s cock twitches in his pants again at the opportunity to just seath it into you without any warning, but he barely holds himself back, approaching your body and feeling himself salivating at the sight, what a sight it is, your pussy looking so fucking beautiful clenching over nothing, the sight tempting him to just dive his face right in to get a taste of your juices.
Taking off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Shinso presses his thumb to your clit, frowning when he notices how dry you are, of course you would be, he chuckles to no one, puckering his lip to spit right at the nub, watching it trail down to your clenching hole, the sight igniting a flame within him, he does it again, simply to watch your spit hide in your cunt, impatient to follow suit and bury himself in there.
His thumb is quick to draw circles with your clit, needing for your orgasm to wash over you quickly, eager for the things he’d do to you after he preps you enough to take him. The usual comforting silence is thick between you, no moans escaping your ajar mouth as your arousal seeps out of your pussy, he prods your hole with his finger to collect your nectar, smearing it across your clit again to rub even faster against it.
The only indication of you coming undone is when your thighs start to shake, your body curling in on itself as your back arches, your cunt gushing on his fingers, and Shinso is almost disappointed to not hear you moan out his name in pleasure. But he isn’t that disheartened, he’s bound to hear you scream.
You on the other hand, are petrified at the way your body is being handled, feeling yourself looking down at the horror being folded in front of you, this isn’t you, this is a shell of who you are, wrapped around his finger, at his mercy, and you want out, no matter the cost. But, you are to regret these words, because you see him unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper drilling in your ear, and you watch him lay atop you, feeling your lungs constrict at the weight settling upon it, and to your utmost terror, the only thing that breaks his bind on you is when you feel his warm head prodding at your entrance, right before seething completely in, your throat prickling when you wail hoarsely in pain at feeling like being split into two.
“No, nonononon, st-stop please, please!” You’re crying, legs thrashing and arms flailing trying to push this monster off of you, but you can’t, you think as your walls pulsate in pain at the intrusion, you’ll never be able to with him placing his entire weight on you like that, and the way he pulls out before impaling you again has you seeing stars in the worst way possible. Desperate for an escape, you grab a chuck of his hair, your nails digging into his scalp before you yank, your jaw throbbing at how tight you clench your teeth in pain and disgust and pure panic. The strength you muster to pull his head up is in vain, because it only jerks his face deeper into your neck, right where your scar trails, and he bites, so hard you’re certain it draws blood.
Only then does he lift his head up, his upper lip smeared with a smidge of blood, your blood, before he spits right into your mouth. Sick to your stomach at the metallic taste invading your taste buds, you spit right up at him, mindless to the debris falling right back at your face, your mascara running down your cheeks as you sneer up at him. Even as he laughs teasingly at you.
“Don’t worry slut,” He rasps, his nose brushing against yours as his thrusts find a pace, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself fully inside, “It’ll feel good in a minute.” and it does, he feels more of your arousal coating his cock as he snaps his hips against yours, your wails and whimpers slowly yet surely are coated more with lust as you moan out his name. “See tha’, almost too easy…” almost too good to be true.
And it is, because when his eyes struggle to find yours, he is reminded by the feeling that overtook him this entire evening, and when he sees the corner of your lips pull lightly does he want to rip your head right out, but the minute he moves his hand, he is overwhelmed by how wobbly he feels, how your face distorts and misshapes before he is met with the sight of the ceiling, the sight you grew accustomed to when he was taking advantage of your unconsciousness.
He groans when he feels you impaling yourself on his cock, pussy clenching so tight as you bop yourself up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing with you as he looks up at you, so mesmerized and entranced by your beauty all he does is hold your hips, helping you lift yourself up before dropping you on him, the squelching sound that follows it music to his ears.
You plant your hands against his chest, hips rolling as you pant at his lips, both of you so drunk on the feeling of each other and chasing your highs, “You gonna listen to me, when I ask you to?” His hand claps against your ass at your question, “Yes, yes oh God, anythin’ just don’t stop.” He can’t help but want more of you, want to feel his cock push against you even further, so he plants his feet firm against the bed, hand grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts thrusting up at you, moaning against your neck when he shoots ropes of his cum inside of your sopping cunt, squeezing him so tight and milking him, and all of what Shinso remembers is the way you arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your whimper out his name, as he feels your juices dripping against his balls and down on the sheets beneath you. After that, all he could see was black.
Shinso awakes startled, eyes darting in alarm before he relaxes when he confirms he’s alone, the red silky sheets now draped over his lower body, pooling at his lap when he sits up to look around once more, desperate for any sign of you. Yet he only sees a brown folder on top of the love seat, impressively thick with the amount of papers stacked inside it, and when Shinso reaches for it, he catches the note that slipped off and draped down on the floor, reading it and scowling at it. ‘You promised you’d listen’
And boy is he more than lucky to listen to you when you asked him to. Because that folder has every tiny little detail he needs to know about The Wise, from the quirks of his circulating bodyguards to the keys to his multiple homes within the world. Pictures upon pictures of the man, decoded letters and basically intel on his entire criminal record.
Fucking finally, Shinso gets to just go home no that everything’s over and done with.
Limited Edition Sneak Peek:
It is way too early for Shinso, the sun glaring at him as he makes his way into the agency, the honking cars and chattering people feeding into his migraine so early in the morning, and he groans as he pushes his door open, ready to get back to his regular routine after the incident at Vice City.
It hasn’t been even a week, but it sure was eventful, using the folder you left him, Mindjack was able to capture The Wise the very next day, via the map of the routes he takes that was attached in the folder. They were able to ambush him, easily being able to bring the right heroes for the job to overcome the quirks of both his workers and himself. Now the mastermind of Organization XIII was behind bars, making the job of catching the remaining members now much easier.
It almost felt like child’s play, at least, that’s what the heroes made it out to be, flexing their powers and their potential, when they were well aware that all their efforts would’ve been in vain if you and your folder weren't there to aid them in every step.
To say that guilt ate him up is an understatement, he feels himself decaying from the inside out from resentment, he figures he spent too much time in the dark, that it started to mess with him, manipulate him, carve him into someone he isn’t, someone that isn’t fit to be a hero. He feels like was walking into a tunnel with no way out, engulfed and trapped in pure merciless darkness, that ate away at his soul every step he took further in.
Shinso trudges up the stairs with a heavy heart, the dread at what he did to you, especially that your intent to help him didn’t waver despite his actions loomed over him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he didn’t deserve the life that he’s living in right now.
Yet, the saying ‘there's a light at the end of the tunnel’ rings in his ear, the minute he opens up the door to his office, eyes widening at the sight before him, smile so dazzlingly sweet, a voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him as the words captivated him despite their simplicity.
“Missed me, Hitoshi?”
(1) its common in poker for women to be onlookers, like the wives of the players for example, the jab at him being an onlooker is basically just a sexist joke to make the people around the table laugh to ease their mind.
(2) to help gain more perspective about the poker scene you can read the elaboration here
Aaaand more about the reader’s quirk here!
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out of our members, i would want to switch bodies with oh sehun,
who is really tall... that’s because i’m one of the shortest members,
so even just once, i want to be tall and experience the air up there.
— KIM JINWOOK, MOCK INTERVIEW, 30 NOV 2017 —
he hadn’t been lying when he’d told baekhyun he was nervous. it’s only natural for his mind to wander; it’s not a far leap for his brain to skip ahead and see that this evaluation is not just practice. it’s real, concrete preparation. in a matter of months, it won’t be his coaches scrutinizing his words; the whole world could have access to them — and this is as nerve-wracking as it is exhilarating.
the same could be said for any one of his evaluations going forward, though ( and really, every minute of observed practice time since the day the group was announced ). any time he blunders through a dance workshop. any time his voice cracks on a high note. behind the closed doors of sphere, some coaches are harsh — but the public will be harsher.
it’s too easy to spiral into dangerous thoughts from there: wouldn’t it be crushing to fail an evaluation that plays right into his personality strengths? jinwook would rather not find out. before he enters the interview room, he takes a moment to rein himself in.
reset. he shakes his head like a wet puppy dog, both hands slapping lightly against his cheeks. mind clear. it’s just practice. he repeats it to himself again, and the second time, he sticks with the sentiment, snorting at his dramatic worries. it’s just practice, no matter what happens in the future.
introduce yourself and your position.
it’s an immediate relief, the way he manages to perk himself up as soon as he sees that familiar red LED unblinking before at him. the smile that spreads across jinwook’s face feels natural, despite his heart pounding loud enough for the mic to hear.
“hello! i’m kim jinwook, convex’s sunshine vocalist!” jinwook bows to the camera, expression bright, a rookie smile. there’s a brief moment of hesitation as he decides whether to do an extended version. his eyes shift to his coach, who gives no hints, and jinwook hums, continuing. “i got the name sunshine because i smile so much. i’m twenty-two years old and i’m from jeju.”
you’re originally from jeju, but we heard that you moved to seoul just to become an idol?
“ah,” jinwook says, “i originally moved to seoul to attend university here! that was about two years ago, but i’ve wanted to be an idol ever since high school.” he nods, eager to support the question’s implications of his passion, despite his rebuttal. “so as soon as i got to the city, i pursued my dream as often as i could. i participated in the mgas, season three in--” he tilts his head, misremembering the dates for a split-moment, “--the spring of 2016. i also attended some auditions for other companies, but i am so happy that my dreams can come true in sphere!”
jinwook’s attention shifts to his coach, then, instead of the camera lens. there’s sincerity behind the twinkling eyes and cheesy smile. “really, i am so grateful to baek jiyoung and all of my coaches from my trainee period~”
we’d love to hear more about your time as a trainee. you trained for over a year. what were some of your hardships?
“it’s easy to complain, but my trainee period was short compared to some of the other members. my dancing skills in particular are still lacking, and i feel regretful to hold the team back.” he nods to himself, electing to not delve into the grittier details. “i’ll never stop training to improve, so even though we’ve debuted, i do not consider my training complete just yet.”
“also, because of the long hours, i was not able to go home at all since becoming a trainee.” jinwook tilts his head, remembering his long winter hardships. this year, he resolves, things will be much different. this year, there is shining stardom at the end of the winter tunnel. december starts tomorrow, but he doesn’t feel hopeless at all.
“we have a lot of members in our team with faraway families,” he adds. “so i feel thankful to have my members as a strong support system here in seoul.”
of course, hopefully you can see your family again soon.
“of course. my family actually attended our debut showcase!” as the words leave his mouth, ljinwook suddenly brightens at the idea, his hands lifting to clasp in front of him. maybe debuting will finally convince them to make the trip to the seoul for him. he hasn’t seen anyone in more than a year.
“yes,” he continues, rolling on, “my parents, my two younger siblings, and my grandmother all came to see me. the whole family.” it’s a bit of improvisation, but not unrealistic. he’s not sure if there is amusement or disdain lurking behind his neutral coach’s gaze. still, he can’t help completing the brief fantasy. “for my grandmother, she was born and raised in jeju. coming to my debut was her very first time leaving the island in her whole life, so it was really special for me, and for my whole family.”
right, we know that your family influenced your musical interests quite a bit. can you tell us about any other musical inspirations?
“aside from my family... there are so many, it’s hard to choose.” jinwook chuckles a bit, relieved at the not-so-subtle nudge back to idol-related topics. dwelling too long on family matters may have strayed into emotional territory — perfect to frame his backstory in an idol reality show, but probably not necessary for a mock interview like this.
“i’d like to mention nell, first, and second, our company seniors royal pirates. as an aspiring musician and composer, i really admire these bands.”
“and growing up, my favorite idol groups,” admits jinwook, allowing sheepish mischief into his eyes, “were chi chi and brave girls.”
no further comment necessary. he leans back against his chair, feeling himself relax more into his usual self with every question. talking easily about himself and bantering with his fake, unresponsive mc, jinwook regains confidence in himself that he’s been lacking lately. he hopes his coaches will see the difference, too.
#rknov17eval#& solo#& sph#& eval#wc/ 1040#( question in header isn't actually mentioned but#( it's a direct quote from irl jinhoo... icb#& vis
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Hey, so I had a question about Twine, sugarcube specifically, the ui of Foundations is pretty cool imo and was curious about how you were able to get it the way you did and wanted to know if you'd be okay giving an explanation as to how if it isn't any trouble and you're comfortable sharing it.
I personally have been using W3schools to learn about editing the margins and border radius which I've got a bit of a good grasp on, but have been having issues with getting rid of the toggle collapse and moving the position of the sidebar itself, which is my main concern rn.
Hey, no problem, I'll absolutely explain for you!
First of all, there are a couple ways to do the things you're mentioning. If you want to remove the sidebar or the toggle button (or any element, really) you can do that with a bit of Javascript. For example, you can use this bit of code to remove the toggle to open and close the sidebar:
$('#ui-bar-toggle').remove();
Or this bit of code to remove the sidebar entirely:
$('#ui-bar').remove(); $(document.head).find('#style-ui-bar').remove();
Of course, if you want to not only remove them but replace them with something else, you'll need to do a bit of extra work. There have been people who have tried to move all the contents into a header bar, but it's probably easiest to just scrap everything and start over. That's how I created my UI.
To do this, create a passage entitled "StoryInterface." As soon as you create that passage, Twine will throw all of its default stuff out the window and whatever HTML you put in there will replace it. The only necessary component is having a div with the ID "passages," otherwise the passages themselves won't be able to render and there will be an error.
From there, you can build it up as needed. It's important to note that StoryInterface can ONLY include HTML. No Twine code or anything, just pure HTML.
I'll go a bit more in depth with the Foundations UI and how it's created below the cut, cause it might get a bit lengthy:
That's the StoryInterface passage for Foundations. It includes an overall container and three flexboxes inside of it- the passages, the sidebar on the left, and the icon tray on the right. The CSS determines how large each flexbox is, where it is in the order, and what it looks like.
Notice how the tray element also includes "data-passage='IconTray'"? That essentially creates the same sort of special passage as StoryMenu, allowing you to add things like Twine code inside of it that will be rendered as part of the UI.
That's the StoryMenu passage, which renders all of the things on the left sidebar. Normally you would use this to add extra code into the default Twine sidebar, but here I've used it to add all of the normal sidebar components back in. The links trigger Sugarcube's UI API, which means when you press the "saves" button, the normal saves dialogue pops up (same with restart and settings). The arrows at the end use the Engine API to bring the player forward and backward.
It seems a bit intimidating, but when you break it down like that, it's actually pretty simple! To do something like a little header menu, you'd probably only need a few elements. The hard part is the styling- most of the time making that consisted of adjusting something by a few values, loading the game, and then adjusting it again until it looked just right.
I'd highly recommend, if you're a very visual person like I am, making a screen on paper or on an art program and drawing on elements where you think they should go. Sketching out my UI ahead of time changed the process from creating a UI to solving a puzzle- I wasn't trying to come up with things on the fly, I was trying to figure out what needed to be changed to create my vision.
(Also, just a note if you plan on doing this- always use percentages or vh/vw rther than pixel measurements when you can! Will seriously save you a headache when trying to make everything mobile-friendly.)
#gosh sorry this was long#idk i'm bad at compressing my ideas haha#but yeah it's easier than you'd think#i was intimidated at first#but when i started i was like 'oh shit this is actually super simple'#code help#ask#anonymous
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