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Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Akari (twitter: akari) Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editors: Snail (twitter: herbert_snail), Lacey (twitter: fairyharp)

May — Charmed by Pianoforte

It’s May.

… Yes, it’s already May.

And yet….

I have not been able to practice with Jinguji-san even once.

By imagining him, I could come up with as many melodies as I’d like, but I wonder if it would be dangerous to give them shape without even knowing his singing range….

I can’t ask him to sing a song that isn’t in the right key either, so what should I do…?

After all, it’s a miracle that it was me who became his partner, and above all….

Since Jinguji-san is not interested in music, I was thinking that I shouldn’t take too much of his time, but….

Going on like this is too much… Besides, I want to write songs that make the artist shine the most.

I don’t want to make songs only based on the image I have. That’s different from what he is actually like.

If I’m going to make music, I want to create the best I can.

I’d never want to do something like waste his talent.

I asked him to join our practice a couple of times, but….

Each time he told me he was busy and to come back another time, and now it’s May.

I have to do something about it soon… Today, I’ll say it! I’ll ask him to come practice today!

Haruka Nanami: Alright!

I steel myself and approach Jinguji-san.

Female Student A: Aah, Jinguji-sama, you look great today, as always.

Ren Jinguji: You think so? While I’m glad to hear you say that, I think you’re the one shining the most.

Female Student A: Really? Wow, thank you!

Ren Jinguji: Oh, and your hairstyle today makes you look even more attractive. Just like a star sparkling in the galaxy. You’re truly tempting.

He winks as he says that.

Jinguji-san is always surrounded by female students and today is no exception.

Also, the way he wears his uniform so casually delights the girls.

He looks so perfect every single day—it’s like watching a scene from a movie.

Although, I wonder why I don’t feel his “heart” when I watch him.

He’s laughing so happily, and yet it feels like his mind is somewhere else.

He looks somewhat lonely to me.

Haruka Nanami: E-excuse me….

I push my way between the girls and call Jinguji-san.

Ren Jinguji: Hm? What is it, Lady?

Haruka Nanami: I’d like to practice with you today after school….

Ren Jinguji: Practice…? What should I do, little lambs?

Female Student B: Don’t go. You just promised to go to the cafe with us after school.

The girl next to Jinguji-san puffs out her cheeks and frowns.

Ren Jinguji: Oh, yes. It’s rude to turn down a prior commitment.

Haruka Nanami: Yes... I see….

I certainly think that, too... However, there hasn’t been a single day in the last month that he hasn’t had a prior commitment beyond that.

What should I do…?

Select the phrase!

Insist. (+10 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: But I can’t write the perfect song for you by myself, so just a little practice will help. I just want to get to know you.

Ren Jinguji: You want to get to know me…? That’s quite a difficult thing for a lady to say.

Everyone has a secret or two at heart. I mean, even I don't know how many of them I have.

It’s not an easy thing to know a person’s mind. That’s just the way it is.

Of course I don’t think it’s going to be easy to learn about him. It’s going to take some time.

Especially related to Jinguji-san, whose upbringing is quite different from the average people.

I don’t think my life experience is comparable to his.

I’m sure it must be very difficult to understand the thoughts and minds of people like him.

If I simply wanted to know him, I’d ask everyone about his personality.

I’ve been watching him for the past month, so I think I’ve gotten to know him a little better.

But it feels like the side of him I’ve seen is just the tip of the iceberg.

I’m sure that, deep in his heart, he has a lot that he wants to express.

On the day of the entrance ceremony, he said he wasn’t interested in music.

Maybe he meant it.

His expression at that time was completely different than the one he has when he’s being nice to the girls.

I can’t understand him just by watching him like this. I want to hear more about his true feelings.

Maybe it’s selfish of me to think so….

Ren Jinguji: Sorry, but you’re not going to find out anything interesting about me by hanging around. Can you leave it for today?

Haruka Nanami: … Alright. I understand, but please make some time for practicing later!

I’ll find a time when it’s convenient for Jinguji-san and come back to ask him!

Ren Jinguji: Geez, you’re such a… Well, you can do what you want, Lady. I’ll do it my way.

With that being said, Jinguji-san left, accompanied by the girls.

After that, I tried and struggled and somehow managed to create one song.

Haruka Nanami: U-um… Somehow I’ve managed to make one song. I’d like you to listen to it, but... when will you be free?

Ren Jinguji: Let me see. My schedule is open three months from now.

Jinguji-san drawls nonchalantly as he runs his hand through his long hair.

Haruka Nanami: T-three months….

August… That’s a long time…. I mean, we have a recording test next month.

If I don’t get him to join me for practice somehow, we might not pass next month's recording test!

If things go on like this, Jinguji-san and I won’t be able to debut.

Haruka Nanami: W-well!! I’ve booked the recording room for a week starting today!

Ren Jinguji: Well, you sure are doing your best.

He makes a slightly surprised gesture, but it’s probably just an act because he doesn’t seem very interested in what I said. But I’m not giving up today!

Haruka Nanami: So, um… I’ll keep waiting for you until you come!

I said it! It was a bit overbearing, but I said it!

But… But! I won’t give up no matter what!!!

I don’t want Jinguji-san’s voice to be concealed like this.

It’s a sin to not use his talent before he becomes a professional… I think it’s a great loss for humanity.

And as his composer, I just want to hear his voice as soon as possible, even if it’s just a little….

Then, Jinguji-san sighs and puts his hand on my shoulder….

Ren Jinguji: I’m not going. I don’t take orders from anybody… Not even my partner.

His smile is gentle, but his whispered tone is icy.

He refused, cold to the core….

I was expecting it, but it’s still harsh.

Ren Jinguji: Well, that’s how it is. See you later.

With a soft smile that was different from the previous one, Jinguji-san turns his back to me.

Haruka Nanami: I’ll keep waiting! For as many days as it takes for you to come!

When we became partners, you said to me “I have high hopes for you”!

And that performance…. You don’t really hate music... do you?

Ren Jinguji: … It’s a shame. I can't help being fickle. There’s no point in waiting for me….

Then, with his back towards me, he slightly raises his hand and walks away.

And that day, Jinguji-san didn’t come to the recording room.

Three days have passed since then. I've been in the recording room, continuously working on a song.

Only in the morning do I go back to my dormitory, take a bath, change my clothes, and then return to the school.

And then, after school, I confine myself to the recording room.

Haruka Nanami: … Sigh….

As expected, I'm sleepy. But I have to hang on a little more.

Tomo-chan told me to give up on him.

They said it’s too late to change partners, but if the song is good enough, it can be accepted into the agency regardless of who’s singing it.

However, I want to write songs for an idol. I don't want to write songs for just anybody, but rather to write songs that make that person shine.

Especially Jinguji-san….

He's the kind of person who was born to be an idol.

I don’t want to make something incomplete for him.

If I could get his cooperation, I’d make as many songs as I could to suit any situation.

If I make just one and it doesn’t work, it won't be marketable. However, if I make enough, even if they’re all bad, there’s still a chance we can use parts of them.

I’ll keep making variations that can match different situations while polishing each one of them.

Even if I make 100 and 99 are bad, it’ll be okay as long as I can make just one good song.

Ren Jinguji: … Even though I said I wouldn’t come, you’re still doing your best.

Suddenly, I hear a voice, and when I look up, I see Jinguji-san standing in front of me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Jinguji-san!! I knew you’d come!!

Jinguji-san called out to me… I'm so happy.

Ren Jinguji: I just happened to be passing by. Really, it's like you've been here forever. I haven’t seen you in the classroom.

But you look terrible… You're a woman, so you need to pay a little more attention to your skin.

Jinguji-san lightly touches my cheek.

Ren Jinguji: I wonder why you are so obsessed with me. It doesn't have to be me, you know.

Aren’t there people more suited to you?

Select the phrase!

Because there are limits to what you can do on your own (+20 Love +0 Music)

Ren Jinguji: Hmm. Maybe you’re feeling lonely. But I can't give one person special treatment. You'll have to wait for your turn.

Haruka Nanami: I know that. Just one time… I want to hear you sing just once….

I have a feeling that if I hear you, I’ll be able to understand. So….

Ren Jinguji: Really? Just once? I've never experienced a girl's “just once” that ended up being once.

That’s… It's been hard to get him to practice only once in a whole year.

Haruka Nanami: Well... I'd like you to come to practice many times if you can.

Ren Jinguji: See? That’s more than once.

Haruka Nanami: It's just that... I think music is something we make together.

Like you said, it's hard to understand everything about a person in only one try... So, I’d like to hear you sing a lot if I can.

Ren Jinguji: Yeah. I could do it if I feel like doing it, but… I don’t want to date a girl with such chapped lips.

Get a proper rest tonight and then come when you’re ready.

Then, when I head to the recording room after school, I find a student playing the piano.

I'm pretty sure he's... Masato Hijirikawa from A Class….

The last time I went to A Class, Tomo-chan pointed at him and told me he was a great piano player.

He's the son of the Hijirikawa family, which is the rival of Jinguji-san's family.

Still, it's a beautiful timbre. What an elegant way to play the piano.

I've played this song before, but… it sounds like a completely different song.

His hands are big… but his fingers are thin and supple… The way he presses on the keys is so light that it's as if there was nothing between him and the essence of music itself.

When the performance ends, I clap my hands instinctively.

Masato Hijirikawa: My apologies. Did you have an appointment…? I thought it was available.

Hijirikawa-sama gets up and is about to leave the room.

Haruka Nanami: No... well, it's not time yet... I came too early….

So, um... Can I listen a little more...?

I think I'm making a bold request, but I want to listen to more of the melody he was playing.

Masato Hijirikawa: I see. Well, then, I have to indulge you.

It's pretty amazing. What a deep expression. It's like the piano itself is singing.

Hijirikawa-sama’s feelings are conveyed in the sound and resonate directly from my ears to my heart.

Yes, this man loves music with all his heart. He enjoys playing it.

Haruka Nanami: What a wonderful performance.

Masato Hijirikawa: I learned to play on my own, not formally, but… I am glad you enjoyed it.

Haruka Nanami: I understand it because I also play the piano. Your performance was absolutely amazing!

I feel like I have a lot of energy after listening to it.

Masato Hijirikawa: I see… If you don't mind, I’d like to ask you to play the piano for me.

Select the phrase!

My performance… (+10 Love +10 Music)

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, I'm a little curious. If you have the time, please play it for me.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

Then I begin to play my song the way I remember it.

For a while, Hijirikawa-sama closes his eyes and concentrates on listening to me playing the piano.

But….

Thump.

Suddenly, he sits beside me. Then he smiles at me and starts to play.

A piano duet….

It's not a song that Hijirikawa-sama knows. But… incredibly, we are both in sync with one another.

I can't believe it's the first time I'm doing this—the feeling of oneness is so pleasant.

And then….

Ren Jinguji: Am I interrupting something?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Jinguji-san….

He came... but his voice is different from usual. I wonder why.

Normally it's a gentle, soft voice, but now it's somewhat sharp and a bit barbed.

Ren Jinguji: You look like you're enjoying yourself. Why don't you just pair up with this guy here?

He sneers and his cold gaze pierces through me.

I've never seen such a strong expression on his face. I’m catching a glimpse of animosity that he would never show normally.

Haruka Nanami: No, that's not….

Masato Hijirikawa: It can’t be. Is it possible that you are her partner?

Ren Jinguji: So what?

Masato Hijirikawa: What a waste! You, of all people, singing a song composed by such a talented person!

Ren Jinguji: Talent, huh? Even if her being talented is true, that’s none of your business.

Masato Hijirikawa: No, her song was a good, heartfelt song. It's such a waste that the singer's lack of skill prevents her from expressing the brilliance of that song.

Ren Jinguji: I don't need anyone to tell me I'm not skilled enough. I'm training with her today.

Technical skills are something that can be improved with practice, right? This is our precious time to do so. Get out of our way.

Masato Hijirikawa: Is that so…? Well, I'll leave, then. But I'm going to tell you this: don't let her talent remain hidden. You’re obligated now.

As her partner, you have to take responsibility. Is that clear?

Hijirikawa-sama says that in a strong tone and then turns away and leaves.

Ren Jinguji: Whew… Well... I didn't know that Hijirikawa could get so intense. What in the world did you do?

He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes.

His eyes are so cold.

Select the phrase!

I just played the piano (+20 Love +5 Music)

Ren Jinguji: Really? I don't think he would have gone that far for you just because you played the piano.

He lifts my chin even higher, making it a little hard to breathe.

And most of all, his intensity conveys more of his staggering personality. I had no idea he could have an expression like this….

Ren Jinguji: Why don't you play it for me? I'd like to hear how good you are at playing the piano.

Haruka Nanami: O-okay.

I play the same song I played for Hijirikawa-sama earlier.

Jinguji-san stares at me with cold eyes while I play the piano.

Ren Jinguji: I see. It's a great song for sure, but… not enough to set your heart alight.

I came here on a whim, but I guess I just wasted my time. I wondered what it would be like since Hijirikawa spoke so highly of it, but I guess I was expecting too much.

Haruka Nanami: No... I'll do my best! If that's not enough, I’ll try until you are satisfied. I….

Ren Jinguji: Your commitment to your music is something to admire. That's why I'm here.

I'm about to continue, but he interrupts me.

Ren Jinguji: But that's not “music”. It's like a child's game.

I don't think it's enough to just put the sounds together. If there is no “soul”, it's just a series of notes.

Your music is so monotonous; it's like black and white photography. The world is so vivid and you just can't seem to express it.

Haruka Nanami: … A game….

I'm muttering to myself, stunned. I can't express it. If he says so, then it may be true.

Haruka Nanami: What am I missing...?

Something to change monochrome to full color. I don't know what I'm missing.

Ren Jinguji: If you want, I'll let you hear my soul... Then you’ll understand for sure.

Suddenly, Jinguji-san gives a sassy smile and begins to sing.

As he sings with emotion, there is an absolute sense of presence in his voice as if it has the power to captivate everyone who listens to it.

It’s charisma.

I guess that's how one would describe it.

His movements and facial expressions are so perfect that I can't help but be drawn in.

Even if I try not to listen to it, I can't help it.

Even if I cover my ears, it forcefully sticks in my mind. It’s such a wild and alluring song.

Ren Jinguji: How was my song?

Haruka Nanami: It was amazing….

I am nowhere near as talented as him.

Ren Jinguji: I don't need practice. I hope you understand what that means.

Select the phrase!

But it’s absolutely necessary. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'd like you to help me a little bit. If we don't meet halfway, we won't be able to see some things.

Ren Jinguji: Meet halfway, huh? Is this what you mean?

Suddenly, he pulls my waist and stares at me so close that our cheeks are touching.

Haruka Nanami: Eh!? N-no... I didn’t mean like this….

I instinctively turn my face away. His face is so close, it's embarrassing!

Ren Jinguji: Hm. You're like a child….

Then, in a flash, he releases me.

Ren Jinguji: You look like you don't agree… Want to make a bet?

Haruka Nanami: Bet?

Ren Jinguji: Yeah. If you can make me feel like I'm in the mood for your song, then I'll sing the song you wrote. I'll even attend the graduation audition.

Haruka Nanami: … If I lose the bet….

Ren Jinguji: Heh. You'll have to wait and see what happens.

I'm gonna go now. You should probably keep working on it for a while. See you when you can make music that lights my heart on fire….

Jinguji-san... is amazing.

He was also amazing playing the sax when he introduced himself in April, but… the song just now is even more incredible....

It isn't about skill or anything like that... His presence is so overwhelming….

I wonder if there is anything I can do for a person like that....

What can I do for someone who is already shining brightly?

But I can't stay like this. I have to do something about it….

I have to write a song that makes him want to sing it, no matter what it takes.

I have made up my mind.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga: I know it's sudden, but we're about to do a surprise test today! It's all right. It's not that hard.

It's a simple paper test. There are so many elementary questions; you should be able to solve them!

Anyway, this is simply to test your knowledge. Choose the correct answer from the choices.

This is when your everyday study comes into play. Whenever there's a musical term that grabs your attention, get in the habit of looking it up in a dictionary.

Well then, let the testing begin!!

S Rank

The next morning, I report my test results to Jinguji-san.

Ren Jinguji: Huh, you did well. You seem kind of spacey, but your grades are good. Nice. I like smart girls.

Aah, Jinguji-san praised me. I’m so happy!

I want to continue studying without slacking off.

Chapter End

#ren repeat #ren jinguji #utapri

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blinktimes182 · 1 year

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0-44?

God damn, fair enough. Slapping this under a read more

0: Height - 6FT1

1: Virgin? - No

2: Shoe size - 12 UK (about a 12.5/13 in US mens)

3: Do you smoke? - Don't smoke cigarettes, do vape sometimes

4: Do you drink? - Yes

5: Do you take drugs? - Yes. Smoke weed semi regularly. Have been known to take a range of things when at a festival but don't really touch all that stuff outside of that environment.

6: Age you get mistaken for - Don't think anyone has mistaken my age before

7: Have tattoos? - Yea, Kylo Ren's lightsaber on one forearm and the blink-182 self titled album cover on the other

8: Want any tattoos? - Yeah a shitload

9: Got any piercings? - No, used to have my left ear expanded and my labret pierced

10: Want any piercings? - kinda want a side nose piercing and to re-stretch my ear

11: Best friend? - Weird one, don't think I have a 'best friend'. I've had them before but have since grown apart from most of them.

12: Relationship status - Single.

13: Biggest turn ons - Once I work that one out I'll let you know. Knee high socks and a nice set of lingerie on a person look good but wouldn't say it's a 'turn on'

14: Biggest turn offs - No idea tbh

15: Favorite movie - Scott Pilgrim vs the World

16: I’ll love you if - You're a gamer and are nice to me

17: Someone you miss - Honestly? My nana. So many situations I needed her wisdom for and nights I could have done with her shoulder to cry on.

18: Most traumatic experience - I nearly drowned when I was about 6 or 7

19: A fact about your personality - I'm awkward and shy until I've had a drink or have hung around you a few times.

20: What I hate most about myself - My inability to hold a conversation online without sounding like I'm interrogating you

21: What I love most about myself - How much I make myself laugh

22: What I want to be when I get older - Given I'm 29 there's not much older to go. Suppose career wise though I would like to get into the game industry at some point, but that ship is starting to sail

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) - I'm the oldest child of 6 and moved away from my hometown for Uni, so when it comes to my younger 3 sisters I don't have the kind of relationship I'd like to have with them. Me and my brother have a cool relationship. He's autistic and I love hearing him talk about his latest hyper fixation, how his YouTube channel is going and just about anything to do with games. My and the oldest of my younger sisters do have a close relationship though since we are only 5 years apart.

24: My relationship with my parent(s) - Great relationship with my mam and my dad (is my step-dad, but consider him my dad since he raised my since I was like 8). Go to them for any advice ever and to rant/moan/cry. Very very distant relationship with my biological dad. Never see him, talk like maybe once every 2 or 3 month on facebook. Kinda feel sorry for him though.

25: My idea of a perfect date - Minigolf (either drunk or normal), go for some food (Chinese, Japanese or Indian food preferably) and finally some drinks to finish it off

26: My biggest pet peeves - Slow walkers is probably my biggest one.

27: A description of the girl/boy I like - don't particularly 'like' anyone currently. Haven't been speaking to people with that kind of intention really.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most - Self centred, thinks they're always right and they know more than they do. Also thinks everyone loves then when that couldn't be further from the truth. No consideration for the feelings of the people they hurt. Also they can be very vindictive sometimes.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend - So they aren't hurt (and a couple times to cover my own ass)

30: What I hate the most about work/school - Going to work. That's it.

31: What your last text message says - "Get the spurs shirt back on, the comeback is on now!! Haha"

32: What words upset me the most - "I've cheated on you"

33: What words make me feel the best about myself - "Thank you for helping/Listening"

34: What I find attractive in women - A nice smile, dimples, nice eyes, good haircut and a good sense of humour

35: What I find attractive in men - See above

36: Where I would like to live - 50/50 shot between Japan and the Netherlands

37: One of my insecurities - my smile

38: My childhood career choice - Wanted to be a scientist all the way up until I was like, 16/17

39: My favorite ice cream flavor - Mint choc chip

40: Who wish I could be - A well put together, successful person that has a family

41: Where I want to be right now - Not at work

42: The last thing I ate - Some grapes (people like grapes)

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately - Tom Hiddleston

44: A random fact about anything - Did you know that there is a species of jellyfish that is immortal? Known as the Turritopsis dohrnii, it has the ability to revert back to its juvenile polyp state after reaching adulthood, effectively allowing it to live forever.

#Michael Answers #Ask #answered

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trihardent · 3 years

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SO OBSESSED with how if we define honour as A) a willingness to go into battle, B) being honest and C) keeping to your word/ obligations that it perfectly maps onto The Red Army, who have honour, and their enemies, who don't.

FURTHER MORE

IF WE VIEW THE ENTIRE TEXT THROUGH THE LENS OF HONOUR VS DISHONOUR, IMPULSES BETRAYAL IS MORE CLEARLY FORESHADOWED, THE REASON WHY THE RED ARMY MADE SO MANY ENEMIES IS THEMATICALLY EXPLAINED, AND IT EVEN ADDS ANOTHER ELEMENT OF GREATNESS TO THE RENCHANTING DUOS CHARACTER GROWTH.

OK. First off. Renchanting Duo. Because its super quickneasy to explain, & I'm trying rlly hard to keep interest for as long as possible b4 ppls eyes glaze over at the wall of text.

Ren and Martyn's character arcs are to respectively, A) learn to be willing to stick up for your self, & B) learning to dedicate yourself* to others. So, they both become more honourable. And, as A DIRECT RESULT of BECOMING MORE HONOURABLE, REN MAKES SCAR HIS ENEMY. LEADING TO THE RED ARMY, THE ORGANIZATION REPRESENTING HONOUR, FORMING.

SO, WE LITERALLY SEE THEIR CHARACTER GROWTH CREATE THE SERVERS BIGGEST FACTION, WHICH IS BASED ON THE VALUES THEY HELPED EACH OTHER LEARN.

*screams*

*Dedicating oneself to others is not necessarily an inherent gain of honour like Ren's Arc is, but the looking at Martyn's behaviour we see how dedicating himself to Renchanting stopped him from really falling into dishonourable behaviour [see: his early penchant for heists]

OK. Second. Impulse's betrayal. There are a lot of moments where Impulse is shown to be less honourable than the others, him saying he'd give his life for Ren and then backing away the moment an actual arrow is shot, all the half truthing and dodging blame and sucking up to everyone.

As the thesis states, Red Army = Honour. If you're honourable, youre in, if youre dishonourable, youre out. So if you're skirting the line of dishonour, yet claiming to be honourable.......... You're foreshadowing :)

But. MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE MOMENT. What could be called the actual betrayal, Impulse leading the Red Army away from Dogwarts so the Crastle can trap it.

OK LIKE. Impulse has already been shown to be semi-dishonourable, and because the Red Army stand for honour, thats already foreshadowing that he's a traitor when he joins up. But. BUT. THE WAY HE BETRAYS THEM is one of THE MOST DISHONOURABLE THINGS HE COULD DO. LET'S TALLY UP MY MOST RECENT INVENTION, THE HONOUR POINTS SHALL WE?

He makes a secret (-1) plan with the Crastle folks to betray the Red Army (-1) so he can prove his loyalty to them (+1). Impulse is to lure them away(-1) so Tango can set a trap(-1). When he gets there, he convinces the Red Army INSTEAD of going into battle (-2) that THEY SHOULD START LYING (-2) and SPREADING FAKE NEWS (-2) across the server. Before having an absolute spy moment where he gives the secret go signal (-1) for the Crastle to, need I remind you, do something very dishonourable. Which! He manages to lie (-1) about after so he can get his stuff!!!!!!!!

-11 honour points!

So. His first explicit mission to betray the Red Army has him not only flagrantly breaking every ideal they stand for at least twice over, but ALSO CORRUPTING the Red Army into going against their own principles.

cool.

Finally. Their Enemies. Strategically, making so many enemies was pretty failcringe. THEMATICALLY though, THEMATICALLY. Good stuff. basically just a list of all the ways you could consider their enemies dishounarble by the criteria I laid out in the beginning. I've officially talked about all the Very important stuff so formatting is minimal from here on out.

Desert Duo: Scar's literal defining trait throughout the series was being seen as untrustworthy and exactly 0 people believing he was gonna follow through on any deal he made ever. Also, cue @/red-rose-gown's post about most of Scar's kills being while his enemies were facing away and the one that wasn't was because he was backing away. Scar basically never took an honest fight with anyone until the final duel w/ Grian, it was all running away and traps and hiding and distractions for him. Speaking of Grian, the trap king himself. Need I say anymore? Probably, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a month now.

Flower Husbands: Scott "Well He Doesn't Know I'm a Liar Yet" Smajor who just wanted to retire, and not go into battle. Not an honour move bro. Shout outs to the Daisy fiasco*, dishonour on you, dishonour on your husband, dishonour on your cow. Obviously Mr. "I don't wanna kill anyone" Gaming, who was planning on hiding the entire rest of the game also does not count as honourable.

ALSO the thing that made them official enemies was not wanting to go into possible danger ala Jimmy being freaked out over the idea of a sacrifice.

Crastle: A)Their whole thing was combat avoidance by hiding in the castle. 2.1) Bdubs hiding from the red army after they killed Cleo and Tango, 2.2) Bdubs disavowing Cleo after she was permakilled in front of him because he was scared of the red army, C.a) llama thievery C.b) roof burnage, no matter its target, is lowkey dishonourable, 4) the helmet stunt was literally a way for Bdubs to kill Etho without having to actually fight him.

Joel: See, the Daisy fiasco, the wall burning, the missile launch, the betrayal of the Red Army, I feel like this ones pretty self explanatory.

Tango: Double agentry, and The lava game was a way to murder people without combat, so dishonour. dishonourrrr. that not a real word to me rn thanks for reading this entire thing <3

#3rd life #3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #3lsmp #impulsesv #inthelittlewood #rendog #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #ok i think that should cover it.#long post #this could be a lot better but i simply do not have the soul to edit it #honourposting #i WILL talk more about this idea of honour bc i like it as a lens for the narrative but this is like 80% of my thoughts

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ways jaune should have been used in the atlas arc

it's basically fact that jaune's now the strongest character in the show. but rwby seems determined to not acknowledge that the man with

infinite aura! THE ABILITY TO BUFF ANY FREAKING HUNTSMAN AROUND HIM! AND THE ABILITY TO HEAL ANY INJURY AND PREVENT THEM FROM GETTING TIRED!

might be relevant to an ongoing war. so with that all said how could the atlas arc have handled something as broken as jaune's semblance? 1 cinder realizes that jaune's got to be taken out or avoided at all costs. even if he's not personally skilled enough to hit her with his infinite aura he can boost others who are and she lacks anything to take him out besides assassination. and she has to kill him before his aura has a chance to heal him because again infinite aura means he can heal basically anything and block basically anything.

this leads to her taking a divide and conquer strategy. pretty simple, she starts making people fight over jaune rather than work with him by keeping the pressure up and making sure jaune's too busy to help. constant terrorist attacks would work perfect for that.

2 have the ace-ops recruit him and have one of them not like it.

leading to fighting in the team as they take issue with losing a medic that can keep them fighting forever and heal any wound over some hurt feelings.

have blake and weiss take issue with jaune being brought onto the elite team due to their own egos (maybe bring up the fact that weiss never thanked jaune for SAVING HER LIFE) and blake take issue with jaune being a human and being fast tracked. bring up whether or not it's racist that jaune's getting special treatment when it's his semblance that makes him so valuable.

3 inter team jealousy.

have oscar feel like he's not doing enough and start pulling stupid shit to try and make himself as important to people as jaune. have him want to be a hero. hell it would give him an actual motivation to be there in the first place.

have ruby be worried that she's losing her friend but have no idea how to bring up this issue.

have nora and ren arguing about whether they should fight to keep their leader. maybe with ren blowing up and saying he never saw jaune as a leader only a team mascot (it doesn't matter if it's true only that he says it in the heat of the moment and they have to deal with it)

all of these options have one thing in common though. THEY DON'T EVEN NEED JAUNE TO BE THERE! hell it would probably make it more poignant that they're not actually fighting over jaune the person but his semblance instead. (except for ruby and nora but they're outliers) and it would let all the characters have a little more characterization as you see how they react to one of the previously weakest characters now being a highly sought after force multiplier

77 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 20:45:29 GMT

a concept

a pokegirls au where jaune is a trainer along with ren. ren is more intrested in contests but jaune is a league trainer aiming for champion.

ruby: normal type (haven't figured out what kind possibly flying type mixed in) jaune's first pokegirl they grew up together

weiss: the first pokegirl that jaune caught (she was on the mountain that surrounds jaune's hometown and was something of an urban legend for the area) alolan vulpix. she's very high maintainance and doesn't listen to orders from just anyone

blake: dark type defiantly still a cat girl. jaune runs into her after he beats his first gym and rescues her from an abusive trainer. more to the point she gives him her pokeball and jaune just agrees to protect her. she was really prepared for the whole selling herself bit but it wasn't necessary. she was kinda disappointed (recommendations are welcome for the actual name of her pokemon. something dark and cat based would be best though i do like the idea of her being a poocheana lmao)

yang: bagon) ruby's half sister she's jaune's second pokegirl he didn't catch her though she just followed after him and her sister. jaune's sweeper for the most part when things go wrong she's the one who wins battles. eventually becomes a salamance after she learns to truly trust jaune

pyrrha: either a fighting type or jaune's rival for the league not sure yet)

ren: best friend to jaune and a contest champ in the making he set off on his own journey with a wild nora that he caught with jaune and ruby's help

nora: wild pokegirl who's lived a hard life. utterly loves ren and jaune for bringing her into the life she has now. some sort of electric type or normal type. possibly a pikachu because i enjoy the idea)

white fang: a terrorist group dedicated to making the strongest pokegirl in the world through any means necessary. views friendship with their pokegirls as a weakness

salem: champion of the league possibly involved with organized crime and white fang in particular

ozpin: the professor for jaune's story

vale region: based off of rural America/ Canada. no actual gyms most places are run by a militia of trainers and their pokegirls. you have to beat each sheriff in the town to be allowed to take on the champion of the region. the champ is expected to protect the areas should the militia and sheriff fail.

@weatherman667 @thatorigamiguy any ideas? questions? comments? this is just an idea that I thought would be fun feel free to add anything you think of

open to everyone

86 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 04:55:25 GMT

the art is by @exp1016 and it was so good that i decided to write a story for it. this was edited by @thatorigamiguy

Business and Pleasure

Jaune was somewhat disillusioned with being an adult. Not that he hated his life or anything, It was more that he had come to understand that ninety percent of life was bullshit to fill the time; the other ten percent was screaming in terror as you tried to stop the cock up cascade that had just started before it hit critical mass and destroyed a town.

Married life was not too dissimilar though the most significant change was that Jaune knew that Yang was there for him despite everything. It meant that there was a level of happiness that Jaune could never truly dip below. It also meant the high points of his life were significantly higher.

This is why it wasn’t too hard to focus on the paperwork in front of him. He and Yang both made money through the protection of the town as their resident Huntsmen, with their payment typically coming in the form of food and board with a little pay when the town had sold their harvest.

Jaune had since added in a few techniques for homesteading his dad had taught him as a boy, and as it turns out, he would have made a damn good farmer if his heart wasn’t set on being a Huntsman. Since most of the techniques to improve the harvest were by their nature passive, it means the town had a lot more time on its hands and a lot more food and money to go around. This, of course, was not without its drawbacks.

More food and money, meant more commerce to their town. More Commerce meant more people flocking to their town, settling down, and either becoming farmers or starting their own trade. More hard working people meant more output, and with more output came an economic growth. So then, what exactly was the drawback of having more people, more workers, and more commerce?

Well for starters, idle hands are the Devil's favorite playthings. With the townsfolk having to work less hours, that meant it was time for them to cut loose and have fun. And “fun,” often meant either having one to many down at the local tavern and acting like a drunk idiot, starting fights with people and causing property damage; or it meant that the local youth liked to go around causing trouble for others through either mild, but annoying pranks, or through going around and breaking things and acting like complete hooligans.

With less time spent on working hard to distract them, now they spent that time hardly working and acting like complete menaces around the town.

Then, there was of course, less pleasant folk that started coming around as if late. These were the undesirables, miscreants, thugs, and other would be thieves that came wandering into town thinking they could make an easy profit by robbing the people of their hard earned coin. Why bother to put in the work, when you can just take it off those who've already done it for you? So, the town had decided that they were in need of a Sheriff, and Jaune had all but been given the title through an all around unanimous agreement from the townsfolk.

Now, to say that Jaune was less than pleased with this sudden responsibility would be an understatement, but not for reasons you might think. Jaune was more than happy to take the role of Sheriff for the town, they needed one after all and Jaune found that he fit into the position quite well. No, what had really annoyed Jaune was that the townsfolk had also decided he was the best fit for the towns Headman position as well, something that was quite unexpected and one that Jaune found to be a pain in his side more than anything.

In other words, Jaune was basically handed two of the most powerful positions of a rapidly growing and expanding township, with all of the unfortunate responsibilities of both words to go along with it.

The only upside of Jaune's sudden shift to a leadership position was that he and Yang were moved into the Headsman house, which was more of a manor than a simple house compared to the rest of the townsfolk’s lodging. Jaune and Yang would later learn that the community had been started by the servants of a long-dead noble household that used to tend to the manor, and their descendants have been living within the town ever since.

So Jaune found himself spending less time in the field, and more of his time spent in the office filing paperwork and guiding his deputies around to do most of the legwork for him. Was it the most exciting thing in the world? No, but Jaune found that he enjoyed the work and was quite content knowing that he was providing for Yang and setting up a strong foundation for their family when they got around to making one.

Jaune's thoughts were interrupted when his secretary came walking into his office, and she instantly caught his eye. She was a knockout with long blonde hair, a shirt clearly too tight for her that he could only assume was combat certified with the force those poor buttons were under. A pencil skirt clung to her hips, and as she looked at him through her glasses, Jaune knew that today he was going to have quite a bit of fun at work. “Mr. Arc, I believe that is all for today,” she began, “maybe it’s time you took a break?”

Though her tone was light, she spoke with an air of confidence as she slowly approached his desk. The approach was slow, her hips swaying from side to side in a mesmerizing manner, while she had a light, almost mischievous smile on her face as she kept eye contact with him. She wasn’t merely approaching him, no, she was stalking towards him like a big cat eyeing up her prey, all feline grace and confidence. She knew what she was doing to him, and she was reveling in it. Jaune stood, smirking at the challenge, and walking around his desk. A lot of seduction was posturing, non-verbal communication and like most forms of communication, the more you did it with someone, the better you were at it. He and his secretary were no strangers to this dance, but he still loved every second of it. Just as much as he loved his wife. “Then do you have a suggestion as to what I could do instead,” he asked, letting his voice go lower. Something you would feel more than hear and she, for her part, tilted her head down and looked up at him with her eyes. Making her seem so small, so vulnerable, but the apparent lust in her eyes only served to enhance the image. “Well, I’ve got a few things in mind,” she said with a smile, her hands trailing absentmindedly across her body, making his eyes follow her curves, “there are three things, in particular, I’m going to have you do.” “Miss Xiao-long, what would my wife say if she heard you,” he gasped out in false shock. She only smirked at his question, before her hand came up to his chest, pushing him back lightly till he was leaning against the desk. She kept her hand on his chest, caressing his pecs in a soothing manner while she reveled in the feeling of hard, corded muscle hiding beneath his work shirt. “Mrs. Arc will never know sir, I promise,” she stated in a reassuring manner, before she leaned in and placed a slow sensual kiss on his lips. He felt the hand on his chest unbuttoning his shirt in a well practiced manner, exposing his bare skin for the world to see. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his toned body and defined muscles, before she started to lay down a trail of kisses starting from his chest and ending with her on her knees by the time she had made it to his abs.

“So why don’t you let me help you relieve all that pent up energy,” she said from her kneeling position, lilac eyes fogged over with lust as she began to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, “it seems so wrong to keep something like you caged up.” “Something like me,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “An apex predator, an animal,” she said with a lusty smile, before gasping in awe at the size of the now freed cock she held in her hands. Her mind was clouded over with lust as took in the sight of the member she held in her hand, her mind unable to formulate a proper response. “I look forward to being devoured,” she all but whispered out, unable to take her eyes off his member.

Jaune only smirked in response, before he wrapped her silk-like blonde hair around his hand, and forced her mouth down his shaft, groaning in pleasure as she took it all in.

By the ancestors, he loved his job.

Hours later, Jaune and Yang found themselves laying on the office floor, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as they held their naked bodies in one another’s arms. Usually, the furniture tended to be obliterated in the process of their fun(and at one point, the whole office when they both activated their semblances), but this time was more about the seduction and worshiping each other than it was about the act. That wasn’t to say that they didn’t enjoy getting rough with one another still, but as they got older, they had started to develop more refined tastes into their lovemaking. That, and it was less money spent having to replace everything that was broken in their fun, and less embarrassing having to explain to the repairmen how everything had been broken in the first place. Jaune couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face as he looked down upon the sleeping form of his wife, before he leaned down and planted a quick peck on the top of her forehead. He was slowly drifting asleep himself, until eyes shot open as he felt a small hand trail down his body towards his member once more. He slowly felt his eyes drifting back towards his wife, only to be greeted with her smirking visage as her hand was wrapped firmly around his member, slowly getting ready for another round. “I heard you were with that Xiao-long slut you call your secretary again.” Jaune tried to fake a denial, but Yang only chuckled in response, “I don’t mind, you’re a strong man, more than enough for the two of us. But I do need to remind that whore just who belongs to who.” Yang slowly arched a leg over him, letting him feel her smooth skin as she carefully positioned herself on top of his now hardened member, “So why don’t we teach that slut just who’s the Wife…”Jaune let out a pleasurable moan as she lowered herself onto his shaft, gritting her teeth as she took him in, inch by inch, before she fully sheathed herself against the base of his groin. She let out a sigh of pleasure, before leaning over to give him a faceful of her large, warm, breast, a sensual smile on her face as her lilac eyes once again fogged over with lust. “...And who’s the Mistress.” As Yang readied herself to keep going, she found her concentration ruined when Jaune, breaking character for a moment, lowered her down so that he could plant a loving kiss on her lip.

“I love you so much, you know that,” he said with a happy smile on his face. This caused Yang to break her own character, as she began blushing harder than a schoolgirl lusting over her crush, before she covered her face in embarrassment.

“JAUNE,” She screamed, “YOU JUST CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUT WARNING!” Jaune only laughed in response to his wife’s overreaction, before he thrusted up into her with a determined look on his face. Yang, clearly caught off guard, screamed his name in surprise, pleasure, and still a fair bit of embarrassment from the earlier unscripted affection. The older you got, the less magical the world became, and it started to become clear that not everything is as good as it can be. It becomes clear that life is full of ups and downs, and a never ending cycle of trying to balance responsibilities to keep yourself from crashing and burning too soon. but it was small moments like these that could only make Jaune think one thing:

‘I love being an adult…”

116 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 22:13:43 GMT

Dark rwby smut:

Raven has Yang and Weiss hostage and won’t release them. It’s up to Jaune to challenge the bandit leader for the sake of his friend’s freedom.

A knight strode into a bandit camp with purpose.

It sounds like the start of a grand story, some fairytale you’d tell children before bed.

The truth was very different. Jaune Arc had long since abandoned the ideals of heroism. But there was one idea he held onto even now.

An Arc always kept his word.

That’s why he was doing this, he’d sworn to help his friends no matter what and by the gods if he had to take on the most dangerous bandit tribe in fucking Minstral then he would do so. An Arc NEVER went back on his word.

He ignored the squelching mud under his new boots. Or the way his armor sat a little heavier on him than he’d like. The new gauntlets were closer to a robotic hand than the armor most people thought of. A side effect of telling ruby that he was off to save her sister. He’d only just avoided muscle armor. Still, there were worse things than having a suit of armor tailor-made for you by the best blacksmith this side of the afterlife.

It at least let him look the part.

Still, he’d stalled long enough, time to deal with reality.

Raven stood before him.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” she said, not looking up from the drink she was enjoying. The scantily clad Weiss poured for her. Both her and Yang were chained around the neck.

“I’m here for them”

“Then you have the ransom?” she asked with a raised brow

“Yeah, I'll just be giving it to you in steel rather than gold,” he said, working hard to keep his voice calm as he drew his blade. He didn’t deploy the shield; he'd need the element of surprise if he wanted any chance of surviving this.

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Raven was worried, she’d heard about the arc family, hell she’d gone to school with the boy's father. There was a good reason why the area around the arc ancestral lands was so safe. Everyone who crossed the family died, or worse.

And his mother was definitely worse. A tribal just like her she’d fought Arc to prove a point, now thirty years later she was still a breeding sow for the family. Her warrior stock probably only made them more powerful. And now here he was ready to take her daughter and the Schnee.

If she had it her way she’d just give the boy both and be done with it. They weren’t worth her head. But that wasn’t an option. No, instead she’ll just have to offer something better than the satisfaction of her death.

“Very well boy, I'll take your steel. And if you manage to beat me I’ll even give you my body as well”

She only prayed that the Arc would accept it

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to do, frankly, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who abandoned her daughter but if he didn’t take the deal then he’d likely be jumped by her entire tribe, who had begun forming a circle around the last patch of dry grass that hadn’t been turned to mud from them walking through it.

“Fine,” he said, annoyance in his voice, he just wanted Yang and Weiss back home with the team where they belonged now he’d have to deal with this too.

He took his place across from her, taking his sword in a two-handed grip that his father had tried teaching him when he was a boy. It was Pyrrha who taught him how to fight with a shield. Who taught him to protect others but jaune wasn’t looking to protect here. Only to slay.

There was no signal, Raven just rushed him. Normally he wouldn’t have been able to react to the speed. But months with Nora had taught him to use her peripheral vision. The added context to the attack that was about to hit him prevented panic and allowed him to dodge the blow as an ear-splitting screech tore through the air as dust-enhanced steel met angled armor. It was only sheer luck that let his pommel slam into her chin.

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The boy was strong, Raven had a habit of toying with those weaker than her but for strong opponents, she tried to end it in a single strike. Using her aura to launch herself like a rocket at her enemy then causing another boost of aura to swing her blade fast enough to make a sonic boom like a bullet.

Not only had this jaune blocked it, but in the same fluid motion, he’d counterattacked. And now he was coming at her.

Gods’ why didn’t she just give him the girls?!

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Jaune stumbled forward catching himself just in time to almost run but not quite. Still, he was out of time bracing his shoulder he jumped forward slamming into her gut just as her sword would have split his head.

He’d told ruby he needed a helmet!

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Raven was knocked on her ass and fear began to take hold, she couldn’t die here, this boy, this man was too strong and

NO!

She would defeat him, rolling to her feet she charged as much aura as she could into her blade and swung down, she’d be exhausted but the monster would be dead. Off to the side, she noticed that her daughter had freed herself and the Schnee. That would be a problem but it was too late for her to save her little boy toy.

Just as her daughter screamed the world went white

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Jaune felt more aura coursing through him than ever before. And down there in front of him, on her back trying to crawl away in fear was raven.

“I give up!” she screamed as jaune lifted his sword, “please just take them and go!”

Jaune glared at the woman “I’d love nothing more than to leave your weak tribe and be fucking done with this” he said honestly. The longer he stayed here the more likely it was these guys would jump him. And even if he got lucky with raven he doubted he could take all of them “but unfortunately I made you a promise”

With that, he began to unarmor himself. Taking a step toward the retreating woman with each thunk of the heavy armor falling away until as he stripped his pants and showed off his cock to the world he once more sighed pulling raven back by her legs to him. He hoped yang and Weiss weren’t watching, he was pretty average and didn’t have much to show off. Then again, he didn’t have much to compare him with.

All the guys at beacon refused to shower with him in the locker room

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OF COURSE THE BOY WAS A MONSTER, HE WAS A FUCKING ARC!

He was carrying around a foot of cock and it was surely gonna ruin her. But as Raven tried to crawl away, her own aura utterly depleted she felt him drag her back in front of him by her ankle. Her hands pulling up tufts of grass in vane as she tried to avoid her fate

“Just hurry the fuck up and strip raven, I have better shit to do!” came the annoyed voice of the monster behind her

What?

She froze and jaune growled in frustration ripping her clothes apart and lining himself up with her snatch

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She was tight, that was about all Jaune could say on the subject as Raven squirmed and struggled underneath him. He really wasn’t enjoying this. She was too shallow, too unused to him and SHE KEPT FUCKING CRAWLING AWAY!

Like, he got it, it was probably annoying to have to deal with him shoving himself into her, but damn it this wasn’t his fucking idea. And an Arc always keeps their word, so here he was trying to hold this whining bitch down so he could finish up and be done the entire fucking thing.

Finally getting tired of her bullshit jaune wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her back into him. She screamed louder as he hammered into her, probably pissed that he was touching her hair like yang would be. Damn it he was starting to lose his boner! Think about Ruby Jaune! Think about that big, bubbly, Rubooty!

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Raven was going to die, she was sure of it, his massive cock was sticking out of her stomach and she could feel her body struggling to accommodate him as he shoved that fucking pillar deep into her. Having already gone as far as her womb.

Then he told her he was halfway in! The fuking idiot didn’t seem to get that there was NO MORE FUCKING ROOM FOR HIM.

She screamed as her body was flooded with pleasure as he pulled her hair. Bringing her back into him as he fucked her like a common whore. Her daughter was watching with her friend and… oh gods he just got bigger!

He must have seen Yang masterbating to this.

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He smacked Raven’s ass, disappointed it didn’t jiggle like Ruby’s when she ran, and struggled to maintain the fantasy. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper and held her there as his first orgasm finally came.

Thank the Gods’

Only two more holes to go.

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Raven thought it was over when she felt herself fill with cum, groaning in relief as jaune pulled out of her now leaking cunt. Ruined for all the world to see. But then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair. And suddenly she was being throat fucked, her vision filled by a sneering Jaune.

She felt herself cum again as he used her

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It was official, raven sucked at this. It was a fucking blow job! How hard could it be? Nora had given him plenty when she was bored on the road and Ren couldn’t keep up with her anymore. Let alone when he imagined Ruby to be able to do it. No, that wasn’t fair. Maybe she was just out of practice. After all, it's not like many guys around here would give her the time of day.

Okay Jaune just lay close your eyes and imagine Ruby, you can do this

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He was thinking about someone else, Raven was sure of it now, the way he kept his eyes closed. The way he tried to force her deeper. Was it Yang? Was that why he was here to save her? She didn’t know she didn’t care. Right now that massive dick was being used for her, it was hers!

Her nose filled with his scent, her tongue slipping out from her mouth to lap at his balls. Oh gods what a man. To take her so utterly. To ruin her and have her be just another of his conquests. She wept with joy as she felt him cum down her throat.

She couldn’t give this up

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Jaune stared down at the clearly delirious Raven, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far as he had forgotten to let her breathe. Normally he’d just wait for the tap on his thigh but she obviously didn’t know about that.

Oh well, just anal left and he could head home with yang and Weiss. He hoped they weren’t too bored.

“Turn around slut,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. He’d heard girls like that, and he was willing to try with Raven since it didn’t really matter if she didn’t like it. Not like he was ever gonna see her again

He was pleasantly surprised to find he was right as he watched Raven squeal in glee before she put herself face down into the grass. Huh… good to know, maybe Ruby would like it if he used his leader’s voice?

Lining up with the older woman’s ass Jaune decided it was about time to wrap this up so he wasn’t gonna go with the slow and steady pace he had before

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Raven’s world was one of sensations alone as she felt her master slam his cock into her ass. Her eyes swam with colors and her body twitched as she felt orgasm after orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixing in a delirious cocktail that her brain drowned in. and her hands, no longer being used to hold her up, Rubbed along the imprint his cock made in her. Trying to give him the same pleasure she felt

Every breath was praise for him.

This was heaven.

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Raven was annoying as hell.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouILOVEYOU!”

“Please just shut the fuck up Raven!” Jaune screamed back as he tried to finish himself off. Groaning in relief as he felt another set of mouths on his balls. Turning around he saw Yang and Weiss doing their best to help him through this chore. They were great friends and jaune owed them for this.

What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. And Jaune soon found himself about to cum slamming home in the bandit queen jaune moaned in relief as he flooded raven’s body with his seed. Slowly pulling the still hard cock out of the twitching mess of a woman and letting Yang and Weiss try to clean him up.

Oh yeah, he owed these two a lot. Though he did come to save them in the first place. But that was only to help his friends so yeah, he’d still owe them.

Nodding in agreement with his train of logic, he said out loud “welp time to go home” to his surprise the Raven opened a portal to …. Qrow?

OH HEY, THERE WAS RUBY!

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Ruby was a very happy girl, her sister was safe, as was her bestie Weiss. And Raven had even learned the error of her ways. Yeah, today was great.

It was also great because she was slamming her nice thicc ass back on Jaune’s dick like nature intended. Honestly, what was Raven thinking trying to take a dick this amazing with an ass like that? At least Yang had the common sense to use her tits to get jaune off. And Weiss…. Weiss was willing to help however she could.

So that’s why she let her sister and friend join in on her fun with her boyfriend.

Slamming her ass down on his dick faster, Ruby relished the attention that was on her as Raven whimpered in the corner.

Yeah, Yang and Weiss got to help, but Raven had to study hard if she wanted to be a good slut. That’s why she was being forced to watch her and Jaune go at it for hours on end.

It totally wasn’t because ruby liked putting the snobby bitch in her place. Ruby would never do that.

Moaning in pure pleasure as she arched her back and Jaune came inside her. Ruby smiled before resuming her work with a kiss from Jaune.

And they all lived happily ever after

253 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 22:22:45 GMT

arguments

jaune: **is sitting eating breakfast in his sisters house when he hears ren and nora coming down stairs arguing** nora: **clearly mad** “YEAH WELL I WAS THINKING ABOUT JAUNE WHILE WE WERE IN BED LAST NIGHT!” jaune: **starts choking** ren: **laughs** “so was I.”

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T.W: !!TROS spoilers!! !!long!!, Sex, swearing, slight angst, I created a new term to fit into the story.

Y/n

"Help! Get medics!" Rey stumbled out of the falcon. People ran. They screamed. Voices collided together in the air. I needed a glimpse. Just a mere few seconds. His face- the memory was fuzzy.

My Ben was home. My heart throbbed. I remembered how he left me. He became Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer. Yet here he was, with a Jedi. Surrounded by Jedis. Rey, Finn, and Poe carried him out on a stretcher.

A tear slipped from my eye.

"Take care of my son." Admiral Leia begged.

"I will- I will I promise." I sob, holding her hand. Tears flowed down my face. It felt like my mother was dying before me. My body shook. Tremered with pain and loss.

There I saw him, clutching his side as he lay on the stretcher. His tunic was torn, and his was face beat up. Rey ran by his side, yelling incoherent things to him, holding his face.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Storming off to my ship I board it. Punching a wall, leaving a dent, and knocking down several plants. Scattering dirt across the floor.

"You ok y/n?" Sallow asked. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded silently. Plopping down on a couch to try to choke down my tears. "What's wrong Y/n/n?"

I shook my head. Smashing my fist down on the table. Accidentally breaking a chunk off.

"Now now! Watch the ship! I have to fly this thing!" Sallow tries to calm me down. I laugh.

"Thanks Sallow." I say wiping my tears.

Beep! Boop! Trill!

"Hey SB-3." I pat the small robots head. The droid climbs up my arm, gently nuzzling my head. (BD-1 anyone??).

"Master Y/l/n your presence is requested on the bridge."

"See you later Sallow" I say getting up. Fist bumping the captain.

——

"Come young Padawan, new experience to show you." The boy nodded.

Swiping on the small electronic pad, I read the letter Admiral Leia had left me. I kept my tears at bay the best I could.

Waking briskly down the halls, my Padawan at my side, I took long strides hoping to arrive quickly.

"Where are we going Master Y/l/n?" The teenage boy asked.

"Admiral Leia asked us to escort her son, Master Rey, admiral Poe, and General Finn around camp, ensuring their safety, as they settle into the base, before she-" I bit my lip at the end of my sentence (She sounds like a female Obi-Wan).

We turned a corner, walking into a smaller control room.

We both bowed, bending at the waist. Showing upmost respect for the 'upperclassmen'.

I looked up. Seeing Ben and Rey both sitting together on a couch. Finn and Poe were talking to each other around a map table.

"Good to see you master Y/l/n," Poe bowed, "now would you like to review the map of the new base?"

"Yes of course Admiral, please call me y/n, no need for such tittles." I chucked. We stood around a blue glowing hologram. Showing all of the terrain, structures, and mechanics.

I felt a lingering stare. Unsure of who it was.

Suddenly my padawan leaned into my ear. "Obi-Wan Kenobi is at fault for the rise of Darth Vader." He whispered.

I whirled around. Within seconds the padawans head hit the floor. Sparks popped. Wires and bolts hit the floor.

The force shriveled his lightsaber, biding to my anger. Crushing the Kyber crystal into dust.

I turned back around, putting my lightsaber back on to my belt. The blood stained the edges of my robes.

Silence echoed around the room.

"Another one." I state nonchalantly pain cracking in my voice. Poe looked disheartened. He had taken a liking to Padawan Joshuk.

"Why- why did you kill him?" Ben choked out.

"He was apart of a rising evil in the galaxy. They're robots- or part of one. The first order kidnaps a child, implant prosthetics into them, then sends them out to kill. They are next to try to wipe the galaxy of all force sensitive people, users, and- me." I say.

I was frustrated and annoyed. My heart was being crushed by every passing second.

Ben doesn't remember me, since he is blinded by his love for Rey.

"Listen to me," Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "I'll love you forever, no matter who I meet, who I become, or what happens."

"I love you Ben, please- please don't leave!" I crash into his chest, sobbing.

"I'll never be truly gone my love, I'll always be by your side, I promise."

The academy burned down,

Luke was gone,

Ben was gone,

Kylo Ren rose,

Ben Solo fell.

I hit my fist on the side of the map table. The light flickered.

"Where do these kids keep coming from?" I think aloud.

"I don't know, but however their being turned, we need to find out a way to stop it." Finn said.

"I spoke to Master Qui-Gon today, he told me many stories of young padawans and force sensitive individuals. Though he's never seen anything of this before." I explain.

"Wait how could you talk to Qui-Gon?" Rey got up in my face. She smelled of sweat and blood.

"Master- Qui-Gon. I am a kosmker. Meaning 'world between worlds walker'," I scan the table looking at the map of camp. Studying infer structure and mechanics.

"I've never heard of that." Ben said behind me. His voice was muffled.

He thinks I'm a murder.

A tear falls from my face. A hand rests on my shoulder. Knowing who it was I didn't panic.

"He doesn't think you're a murder y/n, he's afraid of who he was. My Ben,0 thinks he's a monster. He still loves you Y/n/n."

I shake my head. Letting the tears flow freely. I couldn't hold it back any longer. Poe rubbed my shoulder. Me and him had gotten close.

"I'm sorry," I breathed trying to stop myself from crying. "She's-"

"I know- I know." Poe tried to comfort me. I could hear the pain in his voice.

I took a breath and cleared my throat.

"My apologizes." The room was quiet. "It would be my honor to show you around camp, however Master Ben and Master Rey have had a cruel day, I can show them to their personal quarters, whilst showing admiral Poe and General Finn around camp in depth."

"That would be great y/n." Poe smiled at me. I nodded.

I held the doors open for them.

Boop! Beep! Trill!

"Aw your antenna is bent." I bent the droids antenna back. Earning a happy trill in response. "This is SB-3 everyone, everyone SB-3."

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"Here is your quarters, Master Ben." I escorted Ben to his room. I had already dropped Poe, Finn, and Rey off.

"Wait, Y/n/n-" Ben grabbed my arm.

"How-" I stumbled on my words.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry for leaving you- I-" Bens voice cracked, his brown eyes became glassy. I opened the door to his personal quarters. Taking him gently by the hand, I lead him in.

"It's ok Master Ben, you'll be fine, with time, rest, and care." I said to him, leading him over to his bed.

"Please- don't call me Master- I don't even deserve that tittle." He cries.

"Sorry- well I think you deserve the world- Ben." I tell him, trying to be transparent.

"I remember you Y/n/n- I never- ever forgot you- even for a second. I never ever-" he sobbed.

"I saw you and Rey- I felt a connection-" I croaked.

"I know- I know- you- I've realized why the force brought me and Rey together! It wanted- it needed me to find you!" Ben said, he was almost desperate to get his point across. "I love you Y/n/n- I've never stopped loving you ever- I need you! You've held me together all of these years."

Tears were pouring down his face. Pieces of his hair was sticking to his face where he wiped his tears.

I got closer to him. Taking his face into my hands. I wiped my thumb pads over his face wiping the warm tears off his face.

"you love me Ben Solo?" I asked, anxiety rising in my chest. It was almost suffocating me.

"Yes, I'll never stop loving you- ever." He cried.

He hooked an arm around my waist. Pulling me into him. I was thrown back to that night.

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave."

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave." I sobbed.

He held me tighter.

"I never left, I was always by your side, but I'll never leave now." He sobbed into my stomach. I pulled back letting my hair out of the buns on my head.

I tried to get out of his grip. I needed to leave, he was destined to be with Master Rey- not me.

"Don't leave- please don't leave-." He cried.

"Let's get you some new clothes and cleaned up ok Ben." I tried to soothe him.

He nodded still holding onto me like a toddler. I pulled away grabbing his hand. I started the shower. Finding soft scented soaps, and fluffy towels. A fresh set of clothes, just laundered and still warm sat folded on the counter for him.

"Ben," I cooed out to him. "Ben, the water is warm."

I ducked my head out of the bathroom to find the man. I scanned the room.

"Ben?" I was starting to get worried. I heard the door click and he walked in. "Oh there you are. The water is ready for you Ben."

He nodded silently. He wouldn't face me.

"Y/n”

"Please Ben just-" I sighed that was his nick name for me, "just call me y/n- please."

He was ripping my heart out and stomping on it every time he called me 'Y/n/n”

"y/n- where's my mom? I heard her call out to me on exogol. Where. Is. She?" He begged. Distressed.

"Ben- shes- gone, one with the force. She asked me to take care of you. I held her hand-" I choked. "I uh- I have to go-"

I pushed passed him. The hurt. the pain. It was to much. I sped off to my ship. Boarding it. Slamming the door to the private quarters. SB-3 jumped off my shoulder to his work area.

He had found a droid similar to his model on a recent planet we had visited. The still room often was filled with sounds of sparks and metal clanking softly.

I kicked my boots off my feet and tore my robes off my shoulders. Pulling my comforter over my body I tried to hide from the reality of my life.

I let silent tears flow down my face. Curling the knees closer to my chest I tried to drown my breaking heart.

Be-beep-

I looked up. The other droid SB-3 had been working on slowly started to power up.

"SB! You did it!" I whispered out to him.

Soft trills and beeps bounced off the walls from the communicating droids.

I dozed off. Hurt, pain, and loss consuming me.

———

Knock Knock!

"Kid! Come out here please- I know you're not doin' to good- but just please come join us-" sallows muffled voice called from the other side of my door.

I sat up. My head spinning and white stars danced in my vision.

Slumping on the couch, I scan the room for Sallow.

"Ben?" I ask.

"Yes- I- I cant be without you! Please-" he begs me.

I rub my eyes.

"Let's go back to your quarters it's- quieter."

"Ok- here take my hand I don't want to lose you." Ben cooed at me.

I felt my heart flutter. Ben played with the ring on my finger.

I swam through the crowd of the celebrating resistance. Ben had laced his fingers into mine. I could feel the force oddly connecting us. Past Jedi's were murmuring incoherent words and phrases into my ears.

We slipped into the private quarters section of the inside base. Ben punched in his room pin. The door unlocked with a click.

I took a seat on the desk chair across from his bed.

Ben sat on his bed. Looking up at him, my vision cleared and, fully awake, i take in details of his appearance.

He was built like a warrior- a weapon. His tall frame was with padded with muscle. His hair was longer than I had remembered. Still it beautifully framed his face. Which had a few cuts and bruises. Though i noticed his tear stained face, rosy cheeks, and red nose.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked trying to break the silence floating around in the room.

"Better? It's different here, I guess. Loud- yet quiet?" He tried to explain his new surrounding. I chuckled lowly. "That ring- I gave it to you didn't I?"

"Yes, right before you left- you got down on one knee- and proposed your love for me." I sniffled "I've never taken it off- all these years."

Ben stood walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. I snaked my arms around his neck, holding on with the desire to never let go. Suddenly my back hit his mattress.

Confusion stormed my emotions. He left my lips. Hungrily kissing down my jaw and onto my neck. Leaving hickeys. I realized I had forgotten my robes. Leaving me in my under shirt and jeans.

"Ben?"

"Yes?"

"What- what are you doing?"

"I'm going to rekindle the love we never was lost." He said and continued down my body. Ben unbuttoned my top. "Do you want me- this?"

"Yes?" I whispered out to the air, unsure, of this fate I was approaching. I was never one to have sexual desires. I guess I had always subconsciously saved myself for Ben.

"Why so unsure princess?" He asked.

"Well- I've- I've never uh done anything like this before." I said, almost whispering. He brought it head up with surprise.

"Ever? Have you ever had sex?" He asked. I dropped my eyes, my face heating.

"No-" I mumble

"Have you ever- touched yourself?" Ben seemed surprised.

"No- no not ever- I mean- I wash-" I brought my hands over my chest. He laughed lowly.

"No I meant like pleasure?" I could hear the cocky side of him start to show.

"No-"

"Ok well- I guess I get to enjoy pleasuring you." He hesitates "do you want this?"

I felt a knot in my stomach . I was too afraid I didn't want to admit it, I did want him. I wanted this.

"I- I do- am I- are we supposed to do this?" I asked.

"Yes, I want this- you want this- the force wants this." He says coming back up to my face. I look up at him.

"Rey is in love with you- this might have have to a one-"

"No- it will never be a one time thing, this will be forever." Ben states. I felt his fingers graze the hem of my shirt. I threw my arms up allowing The shirt to be removed from my body.

Ben slipped one hand behind my back unhooking my bra. I felt the chilly air nip at my heated skin. Insecurity crept into the back of my mind causing me to fold my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I've never had anyone seen me this bare." I said. He gently took my wrists and pinned them above my head. Ben kisses down my jaw leaving hickeys. As he was working down my neck. He lips hit a sensitive spot on my neck I never knew I had.

A moan slips passed my lips. A warm feeling washed over me as Ben sucked on the spot on my neck. The feeling was foreign but good. He worked down my body onto my chest. His left had gently massaged my breast.

"Shit-" I clasped my hand over my mouth not knowing where the profanity had come from.

"It's alright princess- it feels good, don't me ashamed about it."

My face heated up even warmer. He swirled his tongue around my right nipple. Pleasure exploded over my chest causing me to arch my back off his bed.

He kissed down my stomach leaving a darker trail of hickeys. Ben pulled down my pants leaving me nearly naked. My breathing quickened and my heart beat against my sternum.

"Ben, I'm scared." I whispered. Ben crawled up to my face. "I've never done this before."

"It's fine, I won't go down there if you don't want me to this time." Ben whispered.

"Ok, next time?" I said.

"Oh, for sure, and every other time after that." He whispered down my jaw. "Do you still want to?"

"Yea, I love you Ben."

"I know-" he pulled my panties down. Ben pulled his shirt over his head leaving his toned chest bare. He guided my hands on to his chest. I glided my hands over all of his muscles. His skin was soft and twitched every now and then, not used to touch.

He pulled his pants off. I started to feel wet?

"Ben,"

"Yes princess?"

"I'm wet? Down there?" I was embarrassed needless to say. I had never experienced this before.

"That's good, that means you want this." Ben said seductively.

He pulled my panties off, leaving me completely vulnerable under him. I felt an ache? Or a need, a longing. I needed him between my thighs.

Ben grinds his clothed lower half into mind. Earring a desperate whimper from me.

"Ben- Ben, I need you- please!" I moaned.

"Ok well- we might have a slight delay- um since you've never done anything like this before- I might have to prep you- are you ready?" Ben sounded flustered. I looked up at him- his face was red.

"Ok- please- I need- something-" I moaned, getting even more desperate by the second.

Ben lowered down- collecting some of arousal onto his fingers- he stilled right before my entrance.

"Tell me if it ever hurts or feels uncomfortable ok?" Ben instructed me. I nodded.

He inserted one finger- it felt weird- yet it calmed some of the aching fires. Ben added another digit, he slowly pumped. I bit my it stung. He started to scissor inside of me with his fingers- stretching me?

"Ben why do you need to do this?" I asked.

"So I don't hurt you with- with me-." Ben said. He suddenly started to rub a sensitive spot on the outside.

"Shit-" I moaned. Suddenly he stopped. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Ok you should be good- plus if i go any longer-." He growled lowly.

He came back up to my face, briefly connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. Ben laced our fingers together. "Tell me to stop at any point ok?"

I nodded once again. My legs instinctively wrapped around Bens narrow waist. I could feel him at my entrance once again. I unlaced my fingers from his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Ben slowly pushes in. He finally stilled. His hips flush against mine. I felt my eye water a bit.

"Ok- move?" I said barley above a whisper. He started a slow pace. It was a mere few seconds before my body exploded with pleasure. I felt the heat creep up through my body. It went to my fingertips. Through my veins. "Shit- Ben-"

I let go of his neck. Gripping the sheets.

He sped up just enough to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. I choked on air.

"Fuck Y/n" Ben moaned in my neck. He started on his trail of hickeys and love bites on my neck again.

There was a tightening in my stomach. I clenched around him. The feeling of having Ben inside was foreign- he was warm- but he was bringing me unbelievable pleasure that I never knew existed.

"I feel it too Y/n- let it go." Ben told me. I didn't know exactly what he was taking about. Suddenly a wave of pleasure knocked my vision into white light.

I was moaning Bens name repeatedly as waves of pleasure ran through me. Ben bucked his hips into mine chasing his white vision.

He suddenly stilled.

"Fuck y/n- shit- that was good-" he moaned. Ben left my heat and grabbed a cloth off of his bed side stand.

"Oh so you were expecting this." I laughed.

"Almost used it for something else." Ben mumbled.

"What was the 'white vision'?" I asked.

"White vision? You mean an orgasm? You don't know what an orgasm is?" Ben look up at me as he was cleaning me up.

"Well I'm sorry I chose the path of the Jedi- I was taught ancient ways."

"Sure like no-sex-no-pleasure kinda way!" He laughed.

"Sure yea! Make fun of me all you want!" I laughed, "Ben?"

"Yes?"

"Will you come cuddle with me?"

"Of course princess."

He dropped the rag on the floor, and we snuggled up together. Ben pulled his comforter up over us.

I love you Ben Solo

I love you too, never won't, now stay with me.

Of course.

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open always petal by petal (ch 1)

Song Lan knows his only passenger, Cao Huan, is more secrets than truths, but he's still the best passenger Song Lan has ever had: paid up front, self-sufficient, and silent.

It shouldn't matter that Cao Huan plays the guqin like his heart is broken.

It shouldn't matter that his smiles light up the darkest corners of Fuxue's passageways.

It shouldn't matter that he makes Song Lan curious, curious in a way he hasn't felt in years.

It's just an ordinary transport, a regular fare, a mostly-honest way to make a living. All they have to do is get from Sichuan Station to Caiyi Port. The galaxy may be a dangerous place, but Song Lan is very good at his job, and this should be an easy two-week trip.

The rest doesn't matter. It doesn't.

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Notes: Rated E for Explicit. Title from e.e. cummings' poem "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond". Thanks to @cirilien, @coslyons, @treemaidengeek and tucuxi (AO3) for the beta reads!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

⋆ Day 0 ⋆

The papers are fakes, Song Lan thinks, but damn good ones. It’s really only the feel of the paper—a bit too clean, a bit too smooth—that tips him off. The ID badge is probably fake too.

He examines the man standing in front of him. He’s handsome in a patrician sort of way, if a bit too thin, and nearly as tall as Song Lan himself, dressed in graceful Eastern Sector robes that rustle the way only real silk does. They’re a far cry from Song Lan’s utilitarian jacket and comfortable shirts and pants in shades of constant black, only a small step up from the uniform he used to wear.

Song Lan wonders why this obviously wealthy man would need forged travel docs. He doesn’t really care, of course. Everyone has their secrets. But he doesn’t need trouble with the Goldlighters. It’s already tricky enough to be unaffiliated without drawing the attention of the galaxy’s most powerful economic cultivation guild.

With a sigh, Song Lan fishes the comm out of a pocket and holds it to the tiny neural node on the side of his head.

[Why the fake name?] the comm speaker asks in a cheerful, melodic voice that still twinges painfully in his chest. It’s been five years. He should really get the damn thing re-coded.

Instead of being offended, the man—supposedly named Cao Huan—tilts a wry, weary smile at him.

“I had hoped to be anonymous a little longer,” he says, his elegant accent denoting excessive amounts of privilege and education. “If you require my real credentials, I can produce them.”

Song Lan shrugs and shakes his head. As long as the man is legit, he can call himself whatever he wants, but now Song Lan has another question. Frowning, he lifts the comm again.

[Why not just travel on a Goldlighter transport? You’re headed for Caiyi. It’s a major port. You know it’ll take two weeks to travel through all four sectors in my ship? The trip might be more dangerous than on a sanctioned vessel,] Xingchen’s voice asks.

Song Lan is under no illusions about his typical fares. There’s usually a good reason they want to travel without questions, and usually a good reason they choose Fuxue. He might be unaffiliated, but he’s not cheap. The galaxy is a dangerous place, and he’s very good at his job. In ten years, he’s only lost one person. It was, however, the only one who mattered.

“I am returning to my family after...some time away. I am in no hurry,” Cao Huan answers, with an edge that Song Lan takes to mean the topic is closed.

Well, he’s happy to take the man’s money; he paid extra to be the only passenger. Song Lan shrugs again and motions for Cao Huan to follow him on a very short tour: kitchen, guest bedrooms, sonic lavs, the foolishly indulgent bath, infirmary, bridge, engineering, cargo bay, plus half a dozen corridors that serve as storage, computer terminals, short-term passenger seating, and whatever else Song Lan needs them to be. He’s even strung up hammocks in emergencies.

[Make yourself at home,] he says with a nod and quick, slanted smile.

“Thank you Captain Song,” the man says with a wide, genuine smile that starts in the corner of his mouth and spreads, opening like a flower across his face. It surprises Song Lan in a way he can’t quite articulate, as though neither of them expected today to hold any need for smiles. “I have been told you are the best pilot, and I look forward to the journey.”

Song Lan finishes prepping Fuxue with supplies for the two-week flight, plus extras, because it’s always better to plan for the worst. He checks to make sure his one luxury—six skeins of outrageously expensive qiviut yarn—is carefully stowed in waterproof cases. Having warm socks and something to do with his hands in the long dark expanse of space is worth any price. Cao Huan busies himself with loading his own gear, waving Song Lan away when he offers to help.

“Commander Song! Commander Song Lan!”

Song Lan turns at the familiar voice calling a half-forgotten title, but it takes him a minute to recall the person: Ouyang Ju. They had served together some ten years ago in the war that brought down the Wen High Chancellor. Fat lot of good that had done.

“Man, it is you! Haven’t seen you in ages,” Ouyang grins, slapping Song Lan on the back. “How’s it going?”

Song Lan tries not to flinch. He has never understood the need people have to touch each other when they’re talking. It’s annoying. He smiles and tips his head, the universal motion for a polite and disengaged fine, and hopes he won’t have to elaborate. It’s not that he doesn’t like using the comm. He would just rather not use it.

Alright, maybe it’s that he doesn’t like using it.

The man’s face twists with sudden, embarrassed recollection, and Song Lan knows what’s coming next.

“Sorry to hear about your partner and...everything,” the older man says with an apologetic grimace. “He was a great guy.”

[He was,] Song Lan acknowledges, giving in to the blasted voice box. [Thanks.]

“Hey, I’m XO on the Goldlight Ren,” Ouyang nods at the huge transport vessel resting in the nearby docking bay, just visible through wide banks of windows designed, Song Lan assumes, to show off the might and power of the ships that travel here. Nothing like Fuxue, who might be ninety meters if he squints just right, can be flown by a single person, and only requires a landing pad.

“Anything you ever need, you tell me, okay? I owe you.” Without waiting for a response, Ouyang strides away, whistling a fairly dirty bar song.

Song Lan watches him go, wishing it was that easy, wishing he could reduce the war to favors performed, a series of tit-for-tat exchanges that balance to zero instead of a perpetually-red loss column.

Wishes are pointless. Only the road ahead matters.

Song Lan sees his new passenger idly poking through a bag, head dipped away, back turned, and something about his posture rings a distant alarm bell in Song Lan’s mind. He has flown the route from Sichuan Base to Caiyi Port hundreds of times in his life. It should feel exactly the same as every other trip. And yet this time, he senses trouble brewing, and he does not like it.

⋆ Day 3 ⋆

Other than the unexpected music, it’s almost like flying alone. Cao Huan seems to have a sixth sense for knowing where Song Lan will be and avoiding him. He only occasionally catches glimpses of the tall man, white robes swirling behind him as he disappears through doorways or around corners.

It suits Song Lan just fine, and he laughs to himself about his initial concern. Cao Huan is the best passenger Song Lan has ever had: paid up front, self-sufficient, and silent. Song Lan finishes his first sock less than two days out of port, a record.

The only place he consistently runs into his passenger is in the kitchen. After the third day, it occurs to Song Lan that, as strange as it seems, it must be on purpose. Song Lan gets the definite impression that Cao Huan waits for him to arrive before he eats, as though it’s some ceremony he wishes to observe.

There’s no good reason for it, but Song Lan starts to eat his meals at the narrow kitchen table too. After all, there’s no reason not to, either. He just doesn’t usually eat in the kitchen. He’s grateful to discover that conversation is not the reason Cao Huan prefers company; meals continue to be quiet, peaceful affairs.

“Captain Song?”

Cao Huan’s voice startles Song Lan into dropping the knife he’s using to stir his...whatever this goop is.

“My apologies, but...will you join me for tea tomorrow morning? It is not as enjoyable to drink tea by myself.”

Without meaning to, Song Lan looks at the cabinet that contains the “tea” and “coffee,” thinking, it’s never enjoyable to drink that swill, and Cao Huan laughs.

It’s only a laugh on the barest technicality, a soft huff of air, but it changes things so profoundly, Song Lan has trouble staying on his feet. Suddenly, Cao Huan is a person, not a passenger, not a potential problem. The word no forms in his head even as he feels himself nodding.

Cao Huan smiles and inclines his chin, pleased, and Song Lan finds himself smiling back. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s not usually so soft-hearted. Xingchen was the nice one, he reminds himself, and look how that turned out. The cruelty is the only way he can snap himself out of the whispering camaraderie, a pointless train of thought, and back into his role as captain of a ship, nothing more.

[Captain, your attention is required.]

As if to punctuate the computer’s notification, an alarm sounds—unexpected, as this part of space should be smooth and easy sailing. Song Lan grimaces, shrugging apologetically.

“I’m coming,” he signs to the computer’s security camera, before running back to the bridge.

It turns out to be nothing major, only a debris field. Either a small ship had a catastrophe here or a large ship dumped trash. Neither option is particularly heartening. Bad enough if ships are carelessly leaving obstructions on a primary transit route, worse if a ship has been attacked and destroyed here where it should be safe. He knows the Joint Senate is doing its best, and Hanguang-jun, the new chairman, is by far the best leader the four sectors have had in decades, but it’s hard to protect everyone.

There’s no signs of life anywhere after three scans, and Song Lan steers them out of the mess before he resumes course and autopilot.

He doesn’t go back to the kitchen, though.

It isn’t wise, he tells himself, to think of passengers as anything but temporary. Even if they seem nice, even if they’re friendly, they always reach their destination and move on. That’s what he likes about flying transport.

Like clockwork, at 8 pm the music starts. The first night on the ship, Song Lan had thought he was going crazy, hearing the eerie twang of an instrument he didn’t think still existed outside of private art collections.

But no, his passenger had been seated in the mostly-empty cargo bay, eyes closed, playing the guqin. An actual wooden guqin. The music had echoed through the hold, wrapping its notes around Song Lan and reverberating in his chest. He had listened with a mix of disbelief and reverence to the beautiful melody flowing from the fingers of the obviously skilled musician. He listened, in fact, until Cao Huan lifted his hands off the strings and sighed, a long, plaintive sound of grief that piqued Song Lan’s curiosity more than was healthy, and he’d hurried away before Cao Huan noticed him.

The next night had been the same, the music winding into access shafts, around the bridge, even through engineering.

Which Song Lan knows, because he tried all of those places to escape it.

Tonight, though, he gives up. If he is going to be treated to an impromptu concert by a master musician every night, he may as well enjoy it. He knits on the catwalk over the cargo hold and listens, wondering if the song has words, wondering what it means to Cao Huan, wondering how long you had to practice to make the guqin sound like an ocean of sorrow.

⋆ Day 4 ⋆

Evidently, Cao Huan had not been referring to Fuxue’s stores of tea.

He had his own.

Song Lan tells himself to stop being surprised that a man who carries a guqin and can afford a private transport would have a jar of aged white tea that smells like honey and the summer sun. He sits at the table across from Cao Huan and watches him gracefully pour tea, holding back his draping sleeve with one hand.

Cao Huan notices Song Lan’s raised eyebrows.

“You must think me overly indulgent,” he says, pouring his own cup. “I am not particular about many things, but I do enjoy good tea. I am fortunate that it is something my...my family can provide.”

Oh, Song Lan thinks, his family must be tea merchants, which does explain quite a bit, and he feels a little guilty for judging the man on appearances. He wonders if it’s flash-cloned or actually soil-grown, and he peers into the cup, considering the color and shape of the leaves he can see, as though they will give him an answer.

“It is soil-grown,” Cao Huan answers Song Lan’s curious thought, and smiles when Song Lan looks startled. “It is the obvious question. Unless you were seeking your fate in the leaves?”

Song Lan snorts, and Cao Huan laughs again, again that soft exhale that feels more intimate than raucous laughter. It highlights faint lines around his eyes and softens his usually-tranquil angular features with a hint of playful teasing.

“Perhaps you do not believe in fate? Or perhaps you do not believe tea can tell the future. It is considered a noble art, Captain Song. Could so many fortune-telling market grannies be wrong?”

Song Lan laughs, a sadly rusty sound, he thinks with an internal wince, and shakes his head. The man looks pleased.

“Captain Song, may I ask a nosy question?”

Sometimes when people say things like that, they mean I am going to ask a nosy question whether you like it or not, but Cao Huan sounds sincere. Song Lan considers. With a sigh, he finds the comm.

[You may ask. I can’t guarantee that I can answer.]

The man’s mouth twitches in an almost smile. “That is fair. It is only...I noticed you signed to the camera yesterday. Do you…” he pauses, seeming to reevaluate his question, which is good, because Song Lan has frozen.

He forces himself to relax. Hand sign languages are no longer illegal, but he still can’t stop the fluttering fear from pooling in his gut.

“Does the computer understand your hand signs?” Cao Huan finishes, and Song Lan practices breathing normally.

[Yes. It’s easier to sign than find the comm sometimes, especially if I’m in a hurry,] he says through the little speaker, only a little defiantly. He won’t let this man shame him.

“Would you prefer to speak this way?” Cao Huan asks, lifting his hands and signing as he speaks.

Song Lan just stares at him.

And stares.

And stares until Cao Huan’s eyebrows raise. “If you would rather not…”

“No, I do prefer it,” Song Lan signs hurriedly, not wanting him to withdraw the offer. “It’s just...unusual to find someone who knows hand signs these days.”

The High Chancellor had been a paranoid and suspicious man, and he had outlawed the use of hand signs decades ago, fearing them to be the language of bandits and assassins. He wasn’t entirely wrong; hunters and thieves did use the signs, but so did countless others. His replacement, who preferred to be called Xiandu, wasn’t much better. All in all, almost thirty years passed before the current Joint Senate legalized them again after Xiandu’s death three years ago. In so many places around the four sectors, the sign languages that correlated to the spoken languages have been lost entirely.

Song Lan had learned the sign language after Xingchen died five years ago, after he was left for dead, after he decided he was done with the future. His teacher was a wizened old woman on an unaffiliated space station, Rogue Sky, and she was most likely one of the High Chancellor’s feared bandits. Song Lan hadn’t cared then and he didn’t care now. All he knew was that she’d refused to let him wallow in misery, no matter how much he felt he’d earned it.

Song Lan still takes her snowflake cakes whenever he’s near Qinghe space. It’s the least he can do.

Cao Huan nods in acknowledgement, still signing as he talks. Even though it’s unnecessary, Song Lan finds he likes watching, the words and motions blending together to make something wholly different.

“I have always loved languages. This one is particularly beautiful and unique.” He grins suddenly, eyes twinkling with mischief, and the expression turns his face brilliantly luminous. “Plus, it was an appealing novelty to learn something forbidden.”

Song Lan’s first reaction to the man’s captivating smile is an unwelcome surprise. Instinctively, he covers his embarrassment—which he hopes has gone unnoticed—with something he’s more familiar with.

“I did not have the luxury of enjoying the novelty,” his fingers cut angrily through the air. “I was taught illegally on an unaffiliated station by a former bandit, but it was better than never speaking again.”

Swiftly he stands and goes back to his room to berate himself. He isn’t sure which is worse, yelling at his passenger or feeling a knee-buckling surge of desire for him. He has no business doing either.

Song Lan flops on his bed and stares at the ceiling, at the sword that hangs above his head. Shuanghua, Xingchen’s pride and joy, the sword he brought with him when he joined Song Lan’s crew, the sword that couldn’t save him in the end. Couldn’t save either of them. The guilt throbs in his gut, as familiar as the vibrations of Fuxue’s heart, and he sinks into it. This is an emotion he understands.

[Captain, do you need assistance?] his computer asks, and Song Lan wants to laugh. It seems that even Fuxue thinks he’s being a moody child.

He shakes his head and signs to the camera. “What would you do if I did? I’m the captain and the crew.”

The computer is silent, the question apparently having stumped the AI.

[Zichen, do you want to talk about it?]

“No,” his hands say emphatically. He’s not an expert, but he’s pretty sure it’s not going to help to get a psych eval from a computer that’s using his dead partner’s voice.

“Captain Song?”

And now Cao Huan is on the other side of the door. Why can’t everyone just let him sulk in peace?

“Captain Song, I profoundly apologize. It was a terrible, insensitive thing I said, and I am so sorry. It is not an excuse but...I have not been around...people much lately. Evidently I am still quite bad at it. I will not disturb you…”

Song Lan yanks open the door.

“It’s nothing,” he signs slowly, calmly. “I overreacted.” Song Lan smiles ruefully. “I’m not around people much either. Thank you for the tea.”

Cao Huan blinks in surprise, and his face shifts through a series of expressions Song Lan doesn’t recognize before landing on careful neutrality.

“You’re welcome. I...I would be happy to share tea with you every day. If you wish.”

He looks like he’s considering saying something else, but he doesn’t, just nods his head once and goes. Song Lan doesn’t exactly watch him walk down the passageway, one fist resting on the small of his back, but he doesn’t not watch him either.

⋆ Day 5 ⋆

Song Lan is amused to discover that Cao Huan is insatiably curious about everything on Fuxue. It’s not hard to believe he’s been isolated for a while. He is unfailingly polite, and still mostly avoids Song Lan, but occasionally, Song Lan finds him in the oddest places: staring at the engines, examining at the computer core, meditating on the catwalk, sorting through supplies in the infirmary. Song Lan wonders if he’s bored.

He finds Cao Huan on the bridge one day, running his lithe musician’s fingers over the flight panel, murmuring something to himself. Song Lan knows as soon as Cao Huan is aware of his presence. He doesn’t startle, exactly, but he stiffens and steps back slightly. His face, when he turns to Song Lan, though, is tranquil and uncomplicated.

“My pardon, Captain,” he nods, and steps to the side as though he intends to move past Song Lan, but for once, Song Lan is curious.

“Were you talking to Fuxue?” he asks before Cao Huan looks away.

Cao Huan’s neck flushes, and he shrugs. “I have heard these Jian-class AIs have distinctive personalities, as it were. I prefer to err on the side of caution.”

Song Lan doesn’t understand what he means, but Cao Huan is still blushing, the tips of his ears turning a distracting shade of pink, and it makes him want to know.

“I don’t understand,” he says, and Cao Huan sighs.

“I was introducing myself,�� he explains. “It seemed courteous.”

Song Lan can’t help his smile. He wonders if Cao Huan introduced himself to Fuxue with his real name.

“Yes, Fuxue is somewhat unique,” he agrees. “My...my partner was a gifted tech, and he gave her more autonomy than is customary since we flew alone so often.”

Cao Huan nods. “So I gathered. She tells me about him sometimes. Is her voice…” he pauses, noticing the look of surprise on Song Lan’s face. “Is that strange?”

Fuxue talks to Song Lan, and of course, she used to talk to Xingchen—one of the reasons, Song Lan suspects, that his ship is so unusual. Talking to Xingchen for extended periods of time would make anyone a bit odd. But as far as he knows, the ship has never spoken to any other passenger, much less talked to them about Xingchen. He can’t decide why Fuxue would start now, whether it’s a bug in the programming or something about Cao Huan specifically.

“Yes,” Song Lan acknowledges. “She still manages to surprise me sometimes.” He smiles up at the camera in the corner of the room and adds, “Don’t make trouble, my love.”

“I believe she likes the music,” Cao Huan says, stepping around Song Lan and moving into the passageway. “I apologize again for intruding on your bridge.” He smiles, a minute flicker, and Song Lan catches his sleeve impulsively, probably foolishly.

“You are welcome on the bridge any time,” he signs swiftly, before Cao Huan can leave. “Whether I am here or not.”

Cao Huan considers for a moment and nods, his smile a little wider, a little more genuine, and Song Lan doesn’t regret his words at all.

⋆ Day 7 ⋆

“How did you learn this?” Cao Huan asks one day, touching the toe of the sock Song Lan is knitting.

They are sitting in the two bridge seats, and Song Lan is working through a heel turn, shaping the rows to reinforce the curve. He finishes the section before he sets down the sock to answer.

“I learned when I was a boy. I grew up with scrappers, and there was a lot of downtime.”

Cao Huan is silent, rubbing the soft wool between his fingers, and Song Lan wonders why he bothered to ask.

“Would you like to learn?” Song Lan asks, and Cao Huan shakes his head slowly.

“Yes, but I am not certain I will ever...I do not know what my future holds. There may be no point in learning.”

He sounds so bleak and disappointed, dozens of questions pop in and out of Song Lan’s head, and he firmly shuts them behind a door. He isn’t going to intrude on this man’s private life.

“There is always value in learning something new,” he signs instead, and Cao Huan smiles ruefully.

“You sound like my brother,” he says, then snaps his mouth closed and hides the expressiveness of his face behind the neutral mask Song Lan is beginning to recognize, even if he’s still not certain what it means.

“Mm,” he agrees, one of the few sounds he can still make. To his surprise, Cao Huan laughs.

“Now you truly do sound like him. He is not a man of many words, but he is very eloquent with noncommittal sounds,” Cao Huan explains when Song Lan looks puzzled.

“You’re close?” Song Lan asks, and the shuttered expression returns.

Still, the man answers after a pause. “Yes, we were, but...he is gone now, living his own life. I am proud of him, but...it makes going home seem...different.”

Every word is reluctantly spoken, as though giving shape to them makes them dangerous. Song Lan vows not to ask any other questions, but Cao Huan keeps talking, and he can’t very well tell him to stop, either.

“Home used to mean people, but...they are grown or changed or…” his eyes close in obvious pain, and Song Lan wants to tell him to stop or distract him with a starboard nebula, but there’s nothing, just this palpable misery.

“Or gone,” he finishes. “Home is only a place now. It should be enough but…”

Song Lan understands this much at least.

“It’s too quiet.” He finishes Cao Huan’s sentence, and he means that home has always been Fuxue, but it no longer hums with love and laughter and Xingchen. It is the same place it was five years ago, but...it isn’t.

Abruptly, Cao Huan leans forward and squeezes Song Lan’s knee, his face softening in sympathy. It’s only a brief touch, but Song Lan’s body reacts like the brush of fingers is a line of electricity, both sharp and crushing, nothing like he expected, not that he could ever have expected this particular cataclysm. Has it been so long, he wonders, since someone touched him with kindness?

He stands, covering his sudden need to escape by hunting through one of the storage bins for a bigger set of knitting needles and a chunkier-gauge yarn. He sets them on Cao Huan’s lap.

“You may as well learn,” he signs with an easy smile. “We still have a week of travel left.”

Cao Huan laughs in disbelief when Song Lan shows him how to cast the yarn onto the needle, but he turns out to be a quick study, which Song Lan should have expected, given his dexterity with the guqin. Song Lan admits to himself that he likes the way the man’s face lights with the satisfaction of meeting a challenge, even more the way he brandishes a square of fairly smooth rows with such pride.

The quiet stretches out like a lazy cat, broken by the sound of clicking needles, and it settles serenely over Song Lan. Usually on transports, he is busy every waking moment, herding children, answering questions, sometimes even preventing bloodshed. He could get used to this uneventful kind of trip.

As if the gods have heard his thoughts, a piercing blue alarm sounds. Not an environmental emergency. Blue is an enemy attack.

Song Lan jams his needles into the yarn and tosses the whole bundle into the corner before turning to the screens, grabbing the yoke with one hand and snapping the comm headset onto his neural node with the other.

Where? he asks Fuxue through their mental link, and Xingchen’s voice relays the coordinates through the overhead speakers: 403 225 687.

He enlarges the image. Junk pirates. A mini-fleet of five. It could be worse, it could be Red Robe mercs or Goldlighters or soldiers of any major faction, but he isn’t looking forward to a run and gun. He scours the sector for a nearby...anything. There’s an asteroid field and two tiny stations, one in either direction, all so much further than is particularly helpful. He makes a decision and changes course, doubling back on the pirates and surging past them.

[Cao Huan, we have pirates,] he says via the comm. [We’re going to try to outrun them first.] He doesn’t bother explaining what the other option is.

“Give me tactical control,” Cao Huan says, calm and insistent, and even though he has no reason to think this man has ever even flown a ship before, Song Lan flips on the secondary pilot display and unlocks the manual gun controls.

[Fuxue is adapted for neural node. You’ll have to shoot manually, but it might at least scare them off,] he explains.

Cao Huan grins. “Or I might surprise you, Captain Song.”

He does, of course. Song Lan is busy avoiding the pirates’ attacks, so he can’t watch as carefully as he suspects he'd like to, but his new co-pilot seems to be racing through calculating targeting coordinates like he’s half computer. Interestingly, he isn’t aiming to destroy, only damage, and he knocks out the first two ships’ navigational cores with single, identical, virtually impossible shots.

Fuxue is easily faster than one of the ships, and Cao Huan clips its starboard wing, only dislodging the thruster, before they pull away. It’s enough to send the forty-meter ship spinning out of control in the opposite direction.

The last two though...they’re a problem. The smaller of the two has an expert pilot and gunner, and Fuxue takes several hits. One explodes against the side of the lifeboat bay, others destroy sensor arrays and scatter pieces of shielding into space. They’re going to have to do something drastic or they aren’t going to survive this.

[Rolleram?] he asks Cao Huan, not entirely sure if he’ll understand, but he nods once and waits for Song Lan to turn.

Song Lan rolls Fuxue in an arc and flies directly at the larger ship, avoiding a few shots before dodging around the ship on its right side, swooping down, using the ship as a blind. With a hard bank, he brings Fuxue up on the other side of the big pirate ship. The smaller ship is right in front of them, a perfect shot.

[Now!] he yells, but Cao Huan has already fired the phaser cannons, and without even looking, Song Lan knows he’s calculated Fuxue’s path and the pirate’s trajectory perfectly.

[Target disabled,] Fuxue confirms. [Nice shot, XO.]

Cao Huan’s mouth tips in the corner. “Thank you, Fuxue,” he says.

Song Lan shakes his head at them both. Since when did the passenger become his executive officer, and who thanks a ship’s AI?

But there’s no time to celebrate. The last ship, the largest ship, is less agile than Fuxue, but more heavily armed and is throwing everything at them in a last ditch effort. With a jarring lurch, Fuxue shudders, and Song Lan grimaces.

[Port wing…]

[Yes I know,] he snaps. He only barely has enough rudder to pivot Fuxue, pure luck more than anything. They won’t survive one more impact like that.

“Wei Drop?” Cao Huan suggests, and Song Lan snorts.

[Play dead?] No one who has ever seen the Wei Drop is fooled by it twice. But even as he derides the idea, he realizes it might work. It’s going to have to. Cao Huan is a good enough shot, and they don’t have a lot of choices left.

[Fine, but if this doesn’t work, you owe me a ship,] he says, killing Fuxue’s engine, shutting down all the systems, and letting his ship slowly start to drift oh-so-subtly in a circle.

It works. He can’t believe it works, but the pirates stop shooting, probably reluctant to break their new salvage any more than necessary, and coast toward Fuxue.

When Fuxue has made a full rotation, when Song Lan can almost see the attacking crew through the shielded fore windows, he looks at Cao Huan, who nods.

It happens so fast, the two of them working in unison to flip on all the power, stabilize Fuxue, take aim, and fire twice. At the last second, the pirate ship banks, trying to escape the shot, but they’re too close, far too close, and instead of disabling the wing or navigation, or whatever Cao Huan was aiming for, the ship explodes in a blinding blast of nuclear white light.

The last thing Song Lan thinks, the last thing he has time to think before the shockwave hits them, is Xingchen is going to be so mad about his ship.

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan xichen #song lan #lanlan #space au #in which there is knitting and space battles #tea and music #and both of these wounded men get to heal a little #Kristina writes tiny stories #this one is medium sized

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kkoraki · 3 years

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ultimate ship meme round 2

please keep them coming!

thank you @tooprettyforpants for the validation:

MOM HELP THE STICK INSECTS ARE FIGHTING IN THEIR CAGE

I’m just determined to make everyone regret following me hmm aren’t I

General:

How long will they last? - forever, they run on spite and toxicity

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - they never did and they won’t. maybe in an AU when they’re 60 or 70 they can gain some slight intellectual fondness for one another. i will grant that.

How was their first kiss? - ...Next!

Wedding:

Who proposed? - neither, it was arranged

Who is the best man/men? / Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - ghsfdlkjfldkfjsdklfjlkkl don’t make me type this. oh my god it’s colum and gideon

Who did the most planning? - ok actually Harrow because she at least has a certain aesthetic flair

Who stressed the most? - both

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big (but with skulls)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - no one was invited but everyone had to attend anyway, v awful times

S*x: wow can’t believe you would EVER ask this about such a pure and wholesome ship. anyway this is the future, they have science for that.

Who is *n t*p? -

Who is the one to instigate things? -

How healthy is their sex life? - nonexistent so obviously very healthy

How kinky are they? -

How long do they normally last? -

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of *rg*sms? -

How rough are they *n b*d? -

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - ew

Children:

the 3+ necromantically adept androgynous weasels born from this unholy union are raised through an awkward yet charming co-parenting arrangement... not involving either one of the biological parents

How many children will they have naturally? - like, naturally through science? maybe 3 or 4. poor things.

How many children will they adopt? - 0

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - they have Gideon for that

Who is the stricter parent? - LOL they’re both too absent to be strict. silas when he remembers, i guess. harrow is much better at 100% well enforced absence.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Colum Asht

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - also Colum 🥺

Who is the more loved parent? - Gideon Nav

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - harrow will go. I don’t know why but I just feel this, in my bones

Who cried the most at graduation? - yep, this one’s also Gideon

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - LOL NEITHER they ARE the law

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - if I honestly and in-character-ly answer all these questions it really is going to turn into the Colum And Gideon Show. umm harrow because canonically she will, at least, make shitty soup

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither? Given that Harrow comes from a planet where there is like 1 food and Silas comes from a planet where you don’t eat. I’m making myself depressed

Who does the grocery shopping? - they are both control freaks but the ways in which their controlfreakness manifests is subtlely different enough to the extent that I feel confident in saying, Harrow would do the grocery shopping

How often do they bake desserts? - never, I don’t think they know what that is

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - both probably salad as I doubt they know what meat is

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - like THAT’S ever going to happen

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - This is the funniest thing I’ve ever read. Neither.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Neither. This would never happen.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - silas because he’s weird about that

Who is really against chores? - neither, both are VERY much in support of chores

Who cleans up after the pets? - wow I can’t imagine a couple that would be less likely to have pets. is gideon the pet

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - emotionally? both. in terms of chores? neither one would ever.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - both and in fact it’s stressing me out just to think about it

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - neither, they amplify each other’s cringe and unluckiness. no dollars found at any time during this relationship, no sir

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - based on the scraps of canon evidence I have to go off of... yeah I’m gonna go with Silas

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - there is no dog. but if we consider gideon the pet, then harrow

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Harrow decorates, inspiring theological debates (sexy) (probably the most emotionally charged thing that happens in this relationship)

What are their goals for the relationship? - have necromantically adept offspring to preserve their cringe dying Houses

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Harrow

Who plays the most pranks? - neither, they don’t believe in pranks... only chores

#i had so much fun with this you would not BELIEVE #maybe this ask meme sheds some light on why i am addicted to the idea of this #i hope?#perhaps??#you dont talk like how i thought you might talk #these new flocks are nothing but vultures

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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years

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This is a personal opinion but from where I see it the Given movie and the anime itself definitely was... something that I would question because somethings just.. didn't make sense to me. The development of the Characters were either super fast or super slow and it made the pacing really really weird for me idk. But I do think that a huge reason so many people love the Given movie is because of the fact that when you compare Given to OTHER JP BL animes, there's very very slight improvement in terms of the story itself of Given. Is the story poorly executed? Fucking hell, who the hell is going to say no here. But is it better then some of the JP BLs out there? That's depended on how you view BL to be. For a lot of people things like Super Lovers or Hitorijime My Hero are super unbearable to watch because it's "problematic" (which honestly okay, you do you BB) which then leads them to look for BL animes that DON'T have such "themes." Leading them to actually liking things poorly executed but just "not problematic", Given for example.

Given is “not problematic”? Debatable.

Their first kiss was right after Mafuyu finally had a courage to sing a song about his ex who commited a suicide. ???

Problematic doesn’t only mean stuff like “he’s underage”. What about using someone to get over your grief or getting into a relationship with someone who is still not over his ex death and is vulnerable at the moment? Is this suddenly “not problematic” bc they’re same age and he haven’t pushed him into a wall in throws of passion?

To me it’s not even about the fact if it’s problematic or not (it’s rarely not tho, no matter what ppl think), it’s about whether its believable and feels genuine or not. It depends on many factors: situation, characters past, traumas, etc, etc. It depends on the story and how you write it.

Change some stuff and it’s gonna be a completely different thing. Make it like Uenoyama only hugged Mafuyu after the song, even tho he wanted to kiss him, but knows that it’s not the right moment. Make Mafuyu heal first, make Uenoyama be in his own angst that he loves Mafuyu so much for example, but cares about him recover more, so he doesn’t expect for it to go somewhere, then he tries to date someone and Mafuyu first starts getting out there, when he feels like he can start trying again. Someday he gets sick and Uenoyama cancels his date to take care of him even tho it’s nothing serious and then the realization comes. Make Mafuyu kiss him first and take the first step. This would’ve changed everything so much. He should’ve made the first step when he was ready, this would’ve felt so right. Uenoyama kissing him after that song is just.. it feels, I was like ehhhmmm.. weird?

Seeing someone saying that Given is a masterpiece is hilarious to me. The fact that it includes heavy themes like suicide, doesn’t make it a masterpiece, esp when it’s handled this badly. Once again, if you pick such thing as a base for a love story, do it right then, not in a “bibbidi bobbidi boo” kind of thing.

BL or not BL, any relationships, it depends on whether you watch it and it feels plausable or not.

For example, if Yuu says that he can’t live with Mika, my tongue won’t even twist to call it “unhealthy” or be like “dude why”. But if some high schooler in slice of life anime who has a caring family tried to end himself bc his two weeks friend left him, I would’ve yelled “bitch go see a doctor”.

Depending on the story you can sell some feelings or not.

Nezumi and Shion are also problematic according to ppl’s logic these days. But I 100% believe they’re each other’s true loves. Only 11 episodes and it’s sold.

In Given I didn’t believe it. Bc it’s ridiculous, ok? It wasn’t the right place or time to start this relationship. It is not a new love story, it’s just a sad story.

Given movie is slightly better compared to other japanese BL? Why would you offend Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, Uragiri wa boku no namae, No.6 and many others?

Also better where? They kept the same old “’stop, i don’t want to’, but he did it anyway” stuff AND on top of that the story sucks.

The way he used him knowing very well that he was unrequitedly in love with him for so long is so disgusting that it leaves a much grosser feeling than many yaois combined. You’re saying “it’s slightly better” bc they’re of age or don’t have an age difference? I don’t get it. It somehow makes everything better?

No, thanks. I’d rather watch Onodera sleep with Takano in high school with them being genuinely into each other and it going great than whatever happened in the Given movie. I don’t care if they’re both 18 there, it made me feel bad.

I didn’t feel bad, when Wei Wuxian thought “why the fuck didn't I have sex with Lan Zhan back when I was 15? I've really pissed away all my days, haven't I?”. I wonder why is that.

Like what you’re saying here is that their opinion on BL is so low that they automatically would give it 10 out of 10 bc it’s slightly better than smth that they find “unbearable” to watch? What kind of evaluation is that exactly? Maybe also let’s compare each anime to “boku no pico”, then everything will look like a masterpiece.

Like excuse me for the fact that when I watch some shonen-ai and yaoi, I judge it the same way I judge any other genre and any other relationships (hetero or gay) in animes. On a scale whether I care or don’t care, whether I believe that they love each other or don’t, whether it’s a good story or not. I don’t get what it means “it’s good for yaoi”. It’s just not good. This movie is trash, I mean, the relationship in it is trash. Who the fuck cares gay or not gay. Trash relationships are trash. Bad story is a bad story. Whether it’s a bad gay story or a bad hetero story, I don’t give a shit.

The reason I’m more into boy on boy ships is because I love the relationships there more than relationships in most heterosexual couples. My fav hetero ships are either “from hate/attraction to love” stories like “gone with the wind”, “anastasia” or “pride and prejudice” or stuff like “equals without pink goo, who only see each other and don’t need no one else and would die for each other, epic soulmates” like Richard and Kahlan. In anime 99% of those fit bromances, not romances. Like I don’t find Midoriya/Uraraka appealing at all for a reason that “she said ‘hi’, he blushed as a tomato, now they’re supposed to be each other’s romantic interests” is not what I find romantic. I find romantic the fact that Todoroki is forever devoted to Midoriya bc he knows he’s amazing and is not afraid to say it; and he’ll always be there for him when he needs him, no matter what it is, him just sitting there crying, some villain trying to kill him or if he’s too late out ther grossery shopping. Uraraka most of the times doesn’t even care where he is.

Most hetero romantic animes, I just find ridiculous, too cheesy and unrealistic and I’m not ready to watch 50 episodes for them to hold hands. I’m not in that age and I also never found things like this romantic before either. Stuff like Kisa/Yukine, when you meet someone, find him attractive, wanna fuck him, then fall in love accidentally.. yeah, that’s understandable to me. Stuff like Takano/Onodera “I was an naive idiot in high school, but now life made me a sassy bitch and I can’t open up to people as easily” also yes, relatable.

When you’re turning into a tomato bc someone said “penis” and think holding hands will take your virginity or smth, that’s not my thing.

So when I watch BL, I expect more, not less. So if it’s bad, I just say it’s bad, I’m not gonna be like “hmm... unproblematic... then 10/10″ like what?

1stly, even “little mermaid” and “cinderella” are problematic.

2ndly everyone is so focused on purity these days, like storyline don’t matter at all. It’s like any great love story is automatically trash if they have age difference. Any trash love story is great, if they don’t?

Let’s then also rate “Dororo” as 1, bc it’s like 24 episodes of them falling for each other while she’s 11 and he’s 16. Wow, such gross relationships they have during the whole story. Doesn’t matter that she grew up at the end of the last episode, the whole anime she’s a child. And let’s rate Noragami 0, bc 2000 years old perverted Yato is into 15 year olds.

No one has to fuck asap (heck even in the same hella problematic “Super Lovers” you talk about, Haru refused to fuck Ren even tho he was 17 in s2 and wanted to fuck another guy) and the rule “you can only fall in love after 18″ doesn’t exist. Also underage is not BL thing, it’s all anime thing. It’s time to shut it already. There are zillions of age gap couples out there who are great. Hyakkimaru waited for Dororo to grow up, it’s fine, seriously, they love each other in the right way, he didn’t want to fuck her when she was 11, okay? They did love each other tho already then. Pls excuse them for that.

3rdly, some relationship that ppl here call unproblematic are 20 times more problematic, than what they call problematic.

4tly, why the heck it’s like couples who have an amazing character and relationship progression, who love each other to death and will do anything for each other, ppl go: “wow, at the very beginning, he grabbed his wrist, he needs to go to jail”. Meanwhile a relationship who has no base, no story, no logical progression, no anything are “yes, best love story in the world”. Yeah... who cares if it feels like it’s all been pulled out of an ass and doesn’t make sense, very healthy tho.

It sounds lately like if most ppl here had two stories in front of them and one would be about two men who just met and the next day one proposed and they lived happily ever after and 2nd would be some complicated incredible story with a natural progression of the relationship, but they yelled at each other once, they’d be like “1st is better”. Well, not to me, no.

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ethrenisnotthehero · 3 years

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I'm very sorry if this is a stupid question, but I must ask: do you think absolutely all staff of the forum, past or present, are to blame for keeping Ren a secret? Or just those present on the team while he wasn't "dead"? Because some who have left a year or less ago or have been brought on after he was already "dead" are as horrified and disgusted as everyone not connected to this story and pretty much had 0 knowledge about, well, everything. I do understand the frustration and will forever stand on the victim's side, but some people feel as if they are guilty, so it would be nice to get some kind of a clarification. Thank you!

as i said in my post, i have severe doubts that anyone outside of very new staff were actually ignorant on the subject. people hired post-strider or individuals outside of the higher echelons before his “death” may not have known, and there are people who probably didn’t know the depth and breadth of just how deep this shit went.

however, ren was not a private person. he literally had a thread to ogle at little girls. the website intentionally had COPPA validation shut off. there’s literally an 18+ topic that doesn’t really require any real proof to get into that was used for pedophilia for a large stretch of time. it was a site publicly known as a place to get around maturity rules meant to protect children. in my personal opinion, everyone on staff made a huge fucking mistake by ever being part of it in the first place.

by being on staff, people put there name on a site that ren used as his personal playground. even if they were completely ignorant to the fact that he was sexually exploiting children, they ran a community with huge security flaws that made it possible for predators to access children. they didn’t have due diligence in ensuring that the site was safe, and innocent people paid the price. AS hasn’t changed, mind you; after ren left, nothing happened. ren is just the only predator we know about. there are countless other people on that site who could have been groomed and exploited by other predators, because AS makes it easy.

that is why i think that all of AS staff, past and present, have some responsibility here. no one took their responsibilities seriously enough. ren ran around doing really alarming shit for a long time and no one did anything about it. people realized a long time ago that pedophilia was a thing but they thought saying “hey don’t rp that here anymore” would stop people from soliciting children to do shit on discord. now, a twenty year old is using ren’s discourse to threaten the old admin into stepping down so they can institute their friends into staff positions while STILL not doing anything about the complete and utter lack of protection for minors on the site. and their friends are well known for being entirely immature and unprofessional! for fuck’s sake, when does it end?

i obviously have no stake in AS. i stopped using it and caring about it a long time ago.

the only right thing to do, in my opinion, is to hand the whole ass thing to authorities at this point. there’s so much harm that’s been done and not a single person who’s handled it has been qualified to deal with a shit show of this proportion.

#ethren is not the hero #ethren whitecross #ethren #ask #aaron #aaron strider #strider #advanced scribes #advanced-scribes #skyren #captured hearts #aven #lucian

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One of the Lancaster kids travels through time and tries to prove to the team that they're Jaune and Ruby's kid.

Rowan’s Trip to Beacon (Sorta...)

-Beacon Academy (Volume 2 time)-

Ruby and Jaune sit down by a tree as they talk about the

Jaune: Man I can’t still can’t believe your team actually stopped a mad scientist.

Ruby: Yeah Merlot was really a nut case but I sorta feel bad for him. He seemed so convinced that his research was the key to Remnant’s advancements. Even if I don’t agree with his actions and the way he went about it, it’s hard to not understand where he was coming from.

Jaune: Well maybe you just try to see the good in everyone. Not a lot of people in the world can. That’s what makes you good person.

Ruby: Yeah I guess so. Thanks...Buuuuuut I did manage to snag this though! *pulls out a metal cylinder with blue circuits*

Jaune: WHOA! What’s that thing?

Ruby: Shhh! Someone could hear you. *whispers*

Jaune: Ohhhh. Why are we whispering? *whispers back*

Ruby: Because I don’t want people, particularly the professors or Weiss to know I have this. *whispers*

Jaune: What is it? *whispers*

Ruby: It’s.....I don’t know. But it looked cool when I saw it in Merlot’s lab. *whispers*

Jaune: Wait you took that from Merlot’s lab?! Isn’t that like evidence or something?!*whispers loudly*

Ruby: Not if they don’t know I have it. *whispers*

Jaune: I take back what I said earlier, you’re a devious little gremlin in disguise. *whispers*

Ruby: Oh come on where’s your sense of adventure? *whispers*

Jaune: Your ‘sense’ of adventure often gets me in trouble. *whispers*

Ruby: Come on please! I’ll owe you big time! *whispers*

Jaune: ‘sigh’ I really don’t have a choice now that I’ve seen the evidence. Ok, so what do you want to do with it? *speaks normally*

Ruby: Well my plan was to try to open it but -Hrgh!- it’s a little -Grh!- hard to -Nnne!- open!

Jaune: Want me to try?

Ruby: No, no, I think I ggggooooo-!

*TSSST!*

Ruby: ‘huff!’ Got it!

The tube starts to hum and shake violently in Ruby’s hand as both leaders look at said metal tube.

Jaune: Say you wouldn’t have I don’t know, taken a copy of that things manual did you?

Ruby: Nope.

Jaune: Mind if I take a look at it?

Ruby: Sure. *gives him the tube*

Jaune: Thank you. *turns it around*

*O’ Fortuna plays*

“0:11...0:10...0:09...”

Ruby: It’s a bomb isn’t it?

Jaune: Looks like. *nods*

Ruby: And I activated the countdown by messing with it didn’t I?

Jaune: Most likely.

Ruby: We’re gonna get in trouble for this aren’t we?

Jaune: Oh yeah definitely. *nods*

Ruby: ...bring it on. *takes the tube back and throws it as far she could*

“0:03...0:02...0:01...”

As the tube explodes, a large blue orb of pure energy illuminated the courtyard in the middle of the day. Lightning currents flowing outside it and burning parts of the courtyard.

Ruby: ‘sniff’ Jaune. If we somehow live through the punishment we get from Professor Goodwitch, you’re a good friend.

Jaune: You too Ruby, you too.

Ruby: ... *holds his hand*

*BOOM!!!*

The light from the explosion lessens and leaves the courtyard a mess almost beyond repair. Both leaders uncover their eyes and view the aftermath of the tubes detonation. Not even a few seconds more, their teams come racing towards them.

Weiss: Ruby are you-..... What. Have you done....

Ruby: Oh. My. Gods. Goodwitch is sooo gonna KILL us.

Jaune: Yep. *whimpers*

Blake: Wait what’s that? *points to the center of the crater*

From the outlook from them it looked like a person sprawled out on the floor.

Ruby: ‘yelp!’ Was someone there before?! I could have sworn there wasn’t anyone there an second ago! OH NO! *petal bursts ahead*

Jaune: Ruby hold on! *chases after her*

Jaune along with the rest of their teams decided to chase after Ruby and hopefully get away before any of the teachers (particularly Goodwitch) discover the destroyed courtyard. Ruby arrived at the center of the crater and takes a look to see who was caught in the blast. At first glance the boy looks much younger than a student, maybe a year younger than her....... This was not good.

Ruby: Oh No, I Killed A Kid!

Jaune: Ruby what’s wrong? What the-Is that a kid?!

Ruby: *cradles the young boy* What do we do Jaune?!

Pyrrha: I’m... I’m not sure we could do anything for him. He looks so injured.

Ruby: Oh no! ‘sobbing’

????: Mmmm who’s at?

Everyone: Huh?

The two leaders plus teams look down to see that the young boy is starting to wake up, blinking his eyes as he looks at the two of them in particular. He turns towards Ruby with the most confused expression on his face.

????: ...Mom?

Ruby: Eh?

Jaune: Hey there, are you ok? Are you hurt?!

????: ........ *eyes widened then faints*

Ruby: DON’T DIE!!!

????: Was at?! Oh I’m sorry Mom. I had this weird dream where I saw... *looks at Jaune again and then faints again*

Ruby: LITTLE BOY!!!

Jaune: *scratches his hair* The heck is going on?

????: Eh?! What the-? *looks around* This-This isn’t a dream is it?

Ren: Dream? Why would you be dreaming? Nevermind that are you hurt?

????: Hurt? ‘hiss!’ Oh yeah, I’m definitely hurt. Mr. Pine must have accidentally used his semblance again.

Ruby: Mr. Pine?...

Weiss: Again?

????: *moves to stand* It’s ok, this isn’t something I’m not used to experiencing.

Pyrrha: Hold on! You shouldn’t push yourself!

????: Don’t worry I’ll be ok. Just give me a moment. *breathes in*

Suddenly the boy starts to glow a bright golden glow that surrounds his entire body. In under a minute all of the boy’s injuries started healing themselves and soon the light faded.

????: *breathes out* Boy, I feel much better! Guess it helps when you have a semblance like mine.

Ruby/Jaune: Whoa...

????: *looks over to them* Hey I’m sorry to bother but do you mind if I ask who you two are?

Ruby: Oh. Well my name is Ruby Rose

Jaune: I’m Jaune Arc.

????: .....oh boy Rowan. What did you do now? *mutters to himself*

Yang: Are you sure you’re ok kid? We don’t know exactly what was in that explosion so maybe we should go get you checked out.

????: Wha? Oh no you’re here too Auntie? Oh man this is just gets better and better... *scratches his hair in distress*

Yang: Auntie? *very confused*

Pyrrha: Are you sure you don’t require assistance, perhaps you’re still fatigued.

????: Oh that won’t be a problem, I’m completely fine now. It’s more ....well, I have no idea how I got here in the first place.

Weiss: What exactly do you mean?

????: But more importantly than that, my name is Rowan. If you were wondering.

Ruby: Rowan... Huh. That’s a nice name.

Rowan: Thanks.

Nora: So what’s the story are some kind of space kid trying to conquer the world? *says in a spooky voice*

Rowan: Nope. I’m just a normal kid learning to be a huntsman.

Nora: Oh. *says flatly*

Ren: I don’t mean to pry but what exactly did you mean you didn’t know how you got here?

Rowan: Oh that. Well.... How to say this? Have any of you ever heard of time travel?

Ruby/Jaune: ...yes?

Rowan: Ok good that makes this explanation much more simpler. Ok so you see the problem is I’m from the future and I must’ve accidentally been sent back in time by Mr. Pine’s semblance. He’s a friend so you know.

Ruby: ....sent back in time?

Jaune: The future?....

Weiss: That’s preposterous! Such a thing is impossible and defies the logic of space-time!

Rowan: Not if you’re Mr. Pine and your semblance allows you to accidentally sneeze somebody into the dark ages. Hehe.

Weiss: .....I do hope you’re joking.

Rowan: Yeah I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. I really am from the future. And.....also I’m kinda Ruby and Jaune’s son.

Everyone: HUH?!

Rowan: Look I know this may be asking a lot but could you mind taking me to Headmistress Goodwitch? I really should talk to her about this.

Yang: Hold on? Do you really expect us to believe you just because you claim you’re their son?! How do we know you’re not lying?!

Rowan: Ohhhh you need proof. *slams one hand on his other palm* Right, I shouldn’t expect you to believe me so quick. Proof, um... let’s see. Hmmmm. Oh I know! *takes out his scroll and shows them a picture* Here’s a picture of my family!

Ruby and Jaune look at Rowan’s scroll while the others peek over them and are surprised to see the picture was indeed of a family. What surprised them more was that the mother in the image looked like an older Ruby alongside a blonde girl the same age as Rowan, but had the cerulean eyes like Jaune. Rowan then changes the image to show one of an older Jaune and Ruby with a bigger than normal belly.

Weiss: This is impossible! Those images are clearly photo edited, and therefore can’t be real.

Rowan: WOW. Mr. Whitley was right you did scream a lot when you were younger.

Weiss: Wha-? How... Mr. Whitley? I knew it! This is a prank of his isn’t it?!

Rowan: No it’s not a prank I swear. Look what must I do to prove you believe me?

Ren: Well physically he looks very much like Ruby but appears to bear some resemblance to Jaune. But looks can be deceiving.

Blake: Ren’s right. Rowan, if you really who you say you are. What is something only your ‘parents’ would know about?

Rowan: Something only mom and dad know,? Ok. Let’s see........... Oh, I got it! The way you two met was when Mom blew up a crater in this courtyard after Auntie Weiss sprayed aroma veil of Dust, in which moved Dad to come help Mom out of the crater. There was also this one time where you all were at a dance, but then Dad went to talk to his partner and while Mom was waiting, she took a sip from his punch!

Ruby: How could you possibly know that?!

Rowan: Auntie Yang told me. *points to Yang*

Yang: WOW way to throw me under the bus kid!

Jaune: Wait Ruby did now?

-Fin-

Let me know if you guys enjoyed this one. My plan is to post the next chapter of RWBY Ancestries next, but after that I’ll start finishing some of the asks some of you have sent me. Hope you have a good day and be good people.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #reblog #rwby lancaster #lancaster #yang xiao long #lancaster child #rowan rose #anonymous asks

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shiningwonderland · 11 months

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Tokiya Ichinose (Repeat)

Translator: Koto (twitter: kotowari16) Proofreader: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora), Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editor: Pam (twitter: skywyld), Sasteria (tumblr: forestofsecret), Terry (twitter: turtlemudge), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

May — A Concert Just for Both of Us

May had arrived. It was the day of Saotome Academy’s sports festival—a competition between classes in which all students were required to participate.

Jinguji-san and Syo-kun were in especially high spirits.

As for Ichinose-san, however….

Tokiya Ichinose: …

Somewhat removed from the crowd, he was reading what appeared to be a complicated book in the shade of a tree, rather than watching the competition.

I wanted Ichinose-san to come enjoy the sports festival with us, but….

Select the phrase!

Um…. Do you want to come cheer with us…? (+20 Love +0 Music)

Tokiya Ichinose: … Why?

Haruka Nanami: I think it would be nice to cheer for everyone…. It’s a class competition, after all….

Tokiya Ichinose: Just because I cheer for them doesn’t mean the outcome will change, correct? Please call me when it’s my turn.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

I dejectedly returned to my own seat without saying anything else.

Syo Kurusu: Yo, welcome back, Haruka. How’d it go?

Haruka Nanami: He said he wanted me to get him when it was his turn.

Syo Kurusu: Wow, what a bore! Well, that’s fine, it’ll be Ren’s turn soon. Let’s cheer him on!

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

Not long after our chat, Jinguji-san appeared in the 100 meter race.

Ren Jinguji: Pff. Not bad to finally be able to settle a long-standing score right here and now. Let’s go!

Masato Hijirikawa: Now that we're doing this, I’m going to be serious.

BAM!

At the sound of the pistol, the representatives of each class all started running at once.

Haruka Nanami: Please do your best, Jinguji-san!!

Ren Jinguji: Of course! Who do you think I am? Victory can only be mine.

Jinguji-san raised his hand slightly to wave at me while running.

…I thought that he would do better to stop that and get back to running for real….

I didn’t need to worry; Jinguji-san didn’t slow down at all in the single moment his attention shifted to me.

They reached the goal at about the same time.

Ringo Tsukimiya: They both finish in unison! This turned out to be a very close battle yet again. What do you think, Commentator Shiny-san?

Ringo Tsukimiya, the A Class teacher, was giving live commentary as if he were narrating a professional sports program. He was even changing the tone of his voice for the occasion….

Sitting next to Tsukimiya-sensei was the principal.

Shining Saotome: A tie for first place! That, too, is Love! They must like each other deep, deep down inside. These two are good rivals!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Is that the case? This calls for a photo judgment! Looks like we’ll need a moment for the reveal.

A single photograph was delivered to Tsukimiya-sensei’s seat.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Oh, wow. This…. Athlete Jinguji’s nose crossed the finish line just a moment faster. Precisely by a few centimeters!

Victory by a nose-length! Therefore, first place for the one-hundred-meter race is won by the S Class!

Ren Jinguji: Heh! My victory was decided a hundred years ago. Even so, it must be the result of your support this time. Thank you, ladies. I love you.

Jinguji-san threw kisses into the air.

Female Student B: Kyaaaaa, Jinguji-san is so cool!

The girls from the other classes started cheering loudly.

Sure, he was cool, but… shouldn’t they have been cheering for their own class?

Masato Hijirikawa: I admit defeat for now. However, it won’t be like this next time. I always aim higher.

Syo Kurusu: Alright. I’m up next. Haruka! Burn this gallant figure of mine into your memories!

Haruka Nanami: I will. Do your best, Syo-kun!

It seemed like Syo-kun was participating in the ball toss.

Syo Kurusu: Yo! Ho! Go!

Syo-kun got a hold of the ball, dribbled it with a rhythmic bounce, and went to throw it in the basket.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Wow, Syo-chan is super duper cool!

Syo Kurusu: Natsuki! You're kidding me, right?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Not at all~

I wondered….

The tall person wearing glasses was certainly… Shinomiya-san from the A-Class, right?

It seemed he was sharing a room with Syo-kun in the dormitory.

Shinomiya-san burst into applause every time Syo-kun threw a ball into the hoop.

Syo Kurusu: Cut it out! Take this seriously!

Syo-kun threw the ball at Shinomiya-san’s head.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ouch!

And, in that moment, Shinomiya-san’s glasses fell off.

Syo Kurusu: Oh, crap!

RUMBLE!!!

The air rippled, the ground shook, and dark clouds filled the sky.

W-what’s going on?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmph!

Shinomiya-san lifted Syo-kun with one hand and threw him, just like that, into the basket set out for the game.

Syo Kurusu: Aaah! Umph.

Syo-kun sank into the basket perfectly, and got stuck.

Shining Saotome: It’s an EMERGENCY! TRANSFORM! SUPER SHINY!! HAH!!!

The principal quickly took off his suit and stood in his loincloth.

Shining Saotome: GRAAHAAAA!

Then, just like that, he ran to Shinomiya-san at high speed, picked up his glasses, and put them back on Shinomiya-san’s nose.

The sky immediately returned to its usual brightness, and the tense atmosphere dissipated.

W-what had just happened??

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hm? Syo-chan, what are you doing there?

That’s wrong! You should throw the balls from the ground.

Syo Kurusu: Why you…. Whose fault do you think it was that I even got up here...?

Shining Saotome: The victor this time is ME, so this game ends in a draw!

And so the ball-toss ended. Ichinose-san’s turn had finally come.

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me…. You’re up next.

Tokiya Ichinose: Is that so…? Good grief….

Ichinose-san stood up slowly. And….

Tokiya Ichinose: Here….

As Ichinose-san spoke, he held out his book to me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, okay! I’ll take care of it.

Select the phrase!

Um, please do your best. (+10 Love +0 Music)

I accepted Ichinose-san’s book.

Haruka Nanami: I’ll cheer you on!

Tokiya Ichinose: ... Why?

Haruka Nanami: … Uh, well, I guess that’s because… we’re in the same class, so it’s only natural I would support you….

Tokiya Ichinose: That's completely unnecessary. There’s no need to cheer or anything.

Ichinose-san would be a member of the mock cavalry battle. He wasn’t going to be a horse, but rather one of the people tasked with taking the headbands, so I imagined it was a big responsibility… and yet….

He didn’t really seem motivated. I wondered if he’d be alright; I felt it’d be good if he didn’t get hurt during the game.

Otoya Ittoki: Tokiya! Your headband is mine!

Tokiya Ichinose: Crying for victory before we even start? Hmph. How naive….

If I recalled correctly, he was... the person who had been singing in the backyard…. “Ittoki-kun”, was it? Come to think of it, weren’t Ittoki-kun and Ichinose-san sharing the same room...?

It seemed like Ichinose-san was really wary of Ittoki-kun. I wondered if they were rivals….

BAM!

The mock cavalry battle had begun.

Ittoki-kun put his earlier words immediately to practice.

He quickly reached out his hand and aimed directly for Ichinose-san's headband.

At the last moment, however, Ichinose-san quickly turned his face away and escaped disaster.

Otoya Ittoki: Damn! Even though I was pretty close…. Alright, one more time.

Ittoki-kun reached out once more, but was again dodged just in time.

… I wondered, did Ichinose-san actually have good reflexes?

Though I happened to recall him saying that movement wasn’t his strong point… Did I imagine it?

As the thought crossed my mind, the guy that played the horse lost his balance, and Ichinose-san’s body swayed.

Otoya Ittoki: This is my chance!

This time even Ichinose-san couldn’t avoid him, and Ittoki-kun ended up taking the headband.

Otoya Ittoki: I did it, I got Tokiya’s headband!

Unlike Ittoki-kun, who was rejoicing, Ichinose-san’s complexion didn’t even change at the loss.

Tokiya Ichinose: … Huh… Thank goodness, it’s finally over….

… He really doesn’t care about the sports festival, does he?

And then….

Female Student B: Hey, you. Why did you bring a book to a sports festival?

A girl from another class spoke to me.

Female Student B: Don’t get carried away just because Ichinose-san has taken a slight interest in you.

Haruka Nanami: Eh... no, that… this….

It was Ichinose-san’s book. Even though I tried to explain, she confiscated it immediately.

Haruka Nanami: P-please return that.

She ran off with the book without saying a word.

Haruka Nanami: E-erm… Wait….

Though I chased the girl, I ended up losing sight of her midway.

I did, however, catch a glimpse of the book through a window, so I walked into the old classroom which had been converted into storage space.

Haruka Nanami: … I’m glad. It didn’t get dirty.

Feeling relieved, I thought about heading back, but….

Haruka Nanami: Ah... It won’t open….

…

No matter how much strength I put into trying to open the door, it didn’t budge in the slightest.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…

I had already participated in the games, so that wasn’t an issue, but….

The book. I had to return the book to Ichinose-san… I had to find a way to get out somehow…

I looked around the classroom wondering if there was something I could use, but it was just full of utter junk.

And on top of that, the windows were blocked by the aforementioned junk, so it was unlikely that

I would be able to open them.

Haruka Nanami: … What should I do?

Ugh. I’m recalling a bad memory.

It was in the summer of my first year in junior high school. Although everything was fine when I entered the gym equipment room to return a ball…

My classmates ended up locking the door without realizing I was inside….

Without a way to escape, without anyone noticing, no matter how much I called out—it wasn't until next morning that I was finally rescued.

Enclosed in the pitch-black darkness of the room, I started to believe that I might die there, unnoticed forever.

That thought scared me terribly.

To think that I ended up in the same situation again….

Haruka Nanami: What should I do? … Nobody will notice me in a place like this….

My shoulders began trembling as anxiety grasped my heart tightly.

Haruka Nanami: I-It’s all right, it’ll be alright. One way or another….

I tried to say it out loud, but… the trembling in my shoulders didn’t settle.

Suddenly the classroom door opened.

Haruka Nanami: AH!

Tokiya Ichinose: So this is where you were?

Haruka Nanami: Ichinose… san….

Why? Why is Ichinose-san here….

Did he maybe come to... rescue me? I wondered what I should do. I was so happy I could cry….

Ah, but…

Haruka Nanami: A-ah, the door…

Click.

Just a split second faster than my warning, the door loudly and irrevocably shut itself.

Tokiya Ichinose: Hm?

Finding it strange, Ichinose-san turned the doorknob. However….

Tokiya Ichinose: I see, this mechanism doesn’t open from the inside….

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry. E-excuse me… Did you come looking for me?

Tokiya Ichinose: Yeah, to pick up my book….

Haruka Nanami: Ah, the book! It’s right here, in one piece…

I held out the book to Ichinose-san.

Even if he came just to find the book, that alone made me really, really happy.

Tokiya Ichinose: Is that so? Good.

Ichinose-san retrieved the book from my hand and sat down on the floor of the classroom, where he began reading.

Haruka Nanami: Erm….

Select the phrase!

Thank you. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Tokiya Ichinose: I don’t remember doing anything special for you to thank me.

Keeping his eyes on the book, Ichinose-san replied indifferently.

Haruka Nanami: Erm... You came looking for me when I was losing hope, in this place all by myself…

That made me really happy.

Tokiya Ichinose: I didn’t come searching for you specifically.

He glanced at me before returning his gaze to his book once again.

Haruka Nanami: But even so, I’m not alone anymore….

Tokiya Ichinose: Oh? … Well, that’s beyond me.

I caused Ichinose-san a lot of trouble….

Oh. I’m really sorry.

Tokiya Ichinose: Ah. How about sitting down next to me? Someone of your size should be able to. I can’t relax if you look down at me like that.

He sighed and shifted his position just a little to free up some space.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Well, I-I’m sorry for... the trouble.

Though he had definitely made some space, it was very narrow and our shoulders… My shoulders were touching Ichinose-san’s.

I wondered why… the distance between us was no different than if we had been sitting on a crowded train, and yet…

It was warm and I felt relieved. It made my heart pound really, really fast.

I wonder if it was because Ichinose-san was so similar to HAYATO-sama.

Tokiya Ichinose: … What is it?

As I was watching his profile while he read his book, Ichinose-san suddenly turned to face me. I wondered if he noticed me staring at him….

Haruka Nanami: Ah… I was just thinking you two really do look alike….

Tokiya Ichinose: Alike? Are you talking about HAYATO? We’re twins, so that’s a given.

Haruka Nanami: That might be so, but…

Tokiya Ichinose: Are you maybe a HAYATO fan?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! I love him!

Um… HAYATO-sama is the reason I aimed to become a composer…. I was feeling depressed and… I’m an introvert…. I didn’t have any friends at all, but every time I saw HAYATO-sama on TV, I felt better. HAYATO-sama’s existence has encouraged me a whole lot.

That’s why I came here, thinking I would like to make songs for idols one day. That’s… to say….

Tokiya Ichinose: I understand your feelings for HAYATO. I, however, am not him. It’s annoying to be confused with him.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry… My mistake.

Tokiya Ichinose: No, it’s fine as long as you understand we’re different people. I don’t conduct myself like that. …

Do I scare you?

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

What does he mean by… “scare”?

Tokiya Ichinose: Never mind, it’s nothing. A slip of the tongue. But tell me, why are you in a place like this? It’s not like this is a place you’d thoughtlessly step into, either.

Haruka Nanami: Eh… Your book… It was taken by a girl from another class… And that’s how I….

Tokiya Ichinose: I see. They did something so childish….

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Tokiya Ichinose: Don’t worry about it. However, you are you. If it was taken from you, it would have been all right to just give up since it was something you couldn’t help.

Haruka Nanami: I couldn’t do that.

Tokiya Ichinose: … Why?

Haruka Nanami: Because you are my partner…. You trusted me and gave me the book. That’s not something I can betray.

Tokiya Ichinose: I see. Partner… is it…? Now that you mention it, have you finished the song?

Haruka Nanami: … Not completely… but… a small part… um….

I drew a nearby toy piano towards myself.

I played a simple melody by pressing the small keys with my finger.

Haruka Nanami: Like this….

Tokiya Ichinose: I see... I get it…. You properly read through the materials I gave you.

It’s still lacking, however….

For just a slight second, Ichinose-san seemed happy, but right afterward he scolded me with that harsh tone again.

Haruka Nanami: … Yes. I am aware of that as well….

Tokiya Ichinose: … If it were up to me, I’d do it like this….

As he spoke, Ichinose-san started playing the small piano.

What…?

Amazing…. Certainly, this melody is more touching.

I wondered if Ichinose-san knew how to compose too.

Tokiya Ichinose: It’d be better if we apply this melody over here as well.

Select the phrase!

If so… (+10 Love +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Wouldn’t it sound nicer if we put a rest here and just stop for a moment?

Tokiya Ichinose: … I see. That’s a good idea too….

Ah, he's smiling!

Ichinose-san really seemed to be enjoying himself.

He really must love music, huh?

Tokiya Ichinose: It could go faster here as well.

Haruka Nanami: Then, how about this? That way, you can perform this part comfortably and build up the excitement for the chorus…

Tokiya Ichinose: If we do that, then this part should stop right here. Too long and it’ll slow everything down.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I see…

And so, we expressed our respective opinions, shoulder to shoulder.

Many ideas that I wouldn’t even have thought of were all neatly put into the song.

Every time we exchanged and compared our thoughts and opinions, we built on that simple melody and the quality of the song grew quickly.

Tokiya Ichinose: It’s unrefined, but… apparently, it seems I have no choice but to recognize your skill in composing.

Select the phrase!

What…? You mean… (+0 Love +5 Music)

Tokiya Ichinose: I was trying to compliment you in my own way. Didn’t that come across?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes…. I’m… um… I’m happy.

The sun went down before we knew it. The classroom had also turned quite cold.

Haruka Nanami: Achoo!

Oh, I didn’t mean to sneeze….

Haruka Nanami: Are we going to remain locked up in here forever at this point?

I was starting to get a bit nervous.

Tokiya Ichinose: Well, I don’t intend to spend the night here. Let’s do something.

Ichinose-san stood up. He was always calm and made rational decisions at all times. He really was a reliable person….

Then….

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha! Seems like you’re in trouble, Mr. Ichinose!

We heard the principal’s voice out of nowhere.

Tokiya Ichinose: … Saotome-san?

Ichinose-san and I glanced around in our vicinity.

The principal was, however, nowhere to be found.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha~~. I’ve come to rescue you now! Time to press this button.

As the principal spoke, the ground shook.

And…

Tokiya Ichinose: WATCH OUT!!

A bookshelf fell towards me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh… Ah— Kyaaaaaaaaa!

I closed my eyes, thinking it was going to crash into me.

But just before it was going to collapse, a large arm covered my head.

Tokiya Ichinose: …ghurh!

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Ichinose-san had shielded me with his back.

I had fallen to the floor as the shelf collapsed, only saved from an avalanche of books by his body hovering over me.

A large number of them were scattered around us, and I imagined that Ichinose-san’s back must have taken the brunt of the force.

It must have hurt…. All because of me. I felt terrible.

And yet…

Tokiya Ichinose: Are you… all right? They didn’t hit your head or anything?

Ichinose-san asked, his brow creased with worry.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes, I’m all right.

Tokiya Ichinose: Is that so…?

His expression softened into relief.

Ichinose-san was really worried about me. Ah, what a gentle person...

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I-I’m sorry. Thank you so much!

When I spoke, Ichinose-san’s icy demeanor returned.

Tokiya Ichinose: Don’t mind it…. It was just a coincidence that I was standing here.

Ichinose-san stood up and pushed the bookshelf back.

And, in the next moment—

The walls of the classroom fell back in all four directions with a light thud.

Haruka Nanami: E-EEEH!

Shining Saotome: I had this whole thing planned for a reason! I’d say this prank show is a huge success!

Tokiya Ichinose: … Is this school a trick house? Seriously, that trap was life-threatening. We were almost buried underneath books in that classroom.

And besides, from the way you spoke, wouldn’t that make you the mastermind of this whole incident? … Pranks aren’t trendy these days.

Shining Saotome: I was joking about the prank show! I’m a warrior for justice! I wouldn’t do something so unfair! This is a misunderstanding!

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me… Principal. Thank you very much.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha~~! I can eat this for breakfast.

BUT if you’re actually being harassed, this won’t be the end of it. Please work hard to become everyone’s favorite.

Eh…? This was harassment? I sincerely thought this was an accident….

Tokiya Ichinose: Everyone’s favorite, you say… Are you suggesting for me to behave... like Otoya?

Ichinose-san’s eyebrow twitched.

Tokiya Ichinose: It's utterly impossible for me to smile that nonchalantly.

His face was bitter as he muttered this under his breath.

… Why Ittoki-kun? Ichinose-san, do you envy Ittoki-kun more than you should?

Since listening to Ittoki-kun’s song that day, Ichinose-san had brought him up from time to time.

And sometimes he would grumble, “I can’t sing like that.”

I agreed that Ittoki-kun possessed something that Ichinose-san didn’t have….

But Ichinose-san had so many good qualities of his own…

Was this a complex? Was that what it was?

Shining Saotome: Mr. Ittoki sure is popular in the class. BUT, there’s no need for YOU to be the same. Become popular in YOUR own color.

Tokiya Ichinose: … My own color…?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha~~! You should have enough to worry about heading towards your own dream!

The principal said no more. He stomped his feet, jumped high in the sky, and left.

Haruka Nanami: … Ichinose… san?

Tokiya Ichinose: … It’s nothing. That aside, let’s return to the dorm quickly.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

It bothered me, even though it was not my place, but I just couldn’t ask Ichinose-san about Ittoki-kun.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga: I know it's sudden, but we're about to do a surprise test today! It's all right. It's not that hard.

It's a simple paper test. There are so many elementary questions; you should be able to solve them!

Anyway, this is simply to test your knowledge. Choose the correct answer from the choices.

This is when your everyday study comes into play. Whenever there's a musical term that grabs your attention, get in the habit of looking it up in a dictionary.

Well then, let the testing begin!!

S Rank

The next day, I presented the answer sheet to Ichinose-san.

Tokiya Ichinose: You haven’t reached my level yet, but it’s passable. Please continue to do your best from now on.

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I’ll work hard!

Just knowing wasn’t enough. I had to use that knowledge properly for composing….

I was determined to make a lot of great songs for Ichinose-san to sing!

Chapter End

#tokiya repeat #tokiya ichinose #utapri

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blueseakelp · 3 years

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okay for the reputation question I think you’re pretty well known across the taob fandom in general like you make the music for the podcast and everything but I definitely think you impacted the atla fandom too cause I didn’t even know you wrote burn steady my child? anyway also you’re the very nice person who called everyone love:)

AHH REN!! hi! :))

shjghkhggjkjjh why is it so nice to hear that i’ve contributed? i don’t know, i just like the idea that i’ve done something mildly impactful(?) anyways

ALSO I KEEP FORGETTING THAT PEOPLE PERCEIVE MY WRITING IM- bruhh i met one of ei’s friends who had read it and i was just like :0 what the fuck!! my readers seem very chill and i vibe with them, but due to me being irresponsible and not writing consistently, i don’t think i’ve interacted with them as much as a should.

i want to be seen as tough but secretly i really like when people think i’m nice sjhfjkhh :))

anyways this is a roundabout way of saying both !!!!!!!!! and thank you ily ahhhhh 💙💙💙

#ren tag #ask games #asks #:))

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creativitycache · 4 years

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Anti Behavior Analysis

Hello! For those that do not know me, I am a sociologist, oldish, and a little bit of a hermit crab. Throughout the 90s, 2000s, and 2010s I stayed in very teeny tiny fandoms, and thus missed a huge chunk of the sociological online development within the fandom world. I first heard the word “anti” in 2019, and wondered if it was analogous to “flame war” if that puts it into context for you.

I love data and I love people and I love data about people!

So when I realized I had missed a huge developmental chunk in this digital age, I did what any sociologist would do and put together a value-neutral google form and tried to get as many self-described antis their input as possible. Thank you so much to everyone who participated! I am truly grateful for your input, and I appreciate the respectfulness you showed the subject matter.

I will note that these results are NOT definitive, my methodology was absolutely flawed, and if you want to use the Zoidberg reaction image I heartily encourage you to do so.

Definition:

An “anti” is someone who actively negatively contacts content creators with the intention of getting them to stop producing content.

Average Age Range:

16-19

Most Common Country:

USA

Average Year They Became Active in Fandom:

2011-2013

Average Year They Became Actively Antis:

2015-2016

Most Common Goals:

-Get content creators banned

-Prevent seeing material they find offensive

Most Common Material They Find Offensive:

-Pedophilia

-Abuse

Interestingly, in this section, I will note that the data indicates the majority of antis first became antis in reaction to pedophilia, and then broadened their behaviors to include targeting abusive ships.

I will ALSO note that I made a boneheaded error and did not ask respondants to define those terms, as those terms do have a wide range of what people consider to fall under their umbrella.

Have They Seen Any Success In Their Goals:

62.5% say Yes

37.5% say No

Most Common Definition Of Success:

Deplatforming of content creators

Emotions Felt While Engaging in Anti Behavior:

62% do not enjoy engaging in anti behavior, but feel it vital to their mental health to do so

37% enjoy engaging in anti behavior, but 0% say their primary emotion is positive while doing so

12.5% feel it detracts from their mental health to engage in anti behavior

Notes:

-There was no strong unifying theme of which fandoms respondents participated in, as every respondent had a completely separate list except for a minor trend (3 responses listed Kylo Ren x Rey from Star Wars)

-Extrapolating from the data, most respondents were 12 when they first joined online fandoms and became antis when they turned 15

-Further extrapolation from responses detailing fandoms & ships they first entered fandom vs fandoms & ships they actively participated in as antis suggests they became active antis upon discovering the sexualization of characters around their age (ie, early to late teens. No ship listed contained the presence of characters below the age of 12 [Dipper Pines], the average age of characters listed is 16).

-I think this sociological niche deserves much more study, especially as we are discovering the effects the internet has upon the “digital native” generations

Conclusions:

I have none! I think it would be disingenuous of me to authoritatively speak of strong conclusions because of my limited data set and how much of a one-person-not-peer-reviewed effort this was. Therefore, if any grad students are out there, I am begging you to please run with this topic and do some real research instead of someone who doesn’t actually use their degree in their grown-up job.

Thanks for reading!

#antis #fandom #sociology #sociocultural #data #hmm I'm not actually sure what else to tag this as #I am disconnected from the youth do we still use the term fandom wank? or did that die with livejournal?#I Am Old And I'm Not Ashamed To Admit It #I went back to college again and the classes were so different and it was FASCINATING and I loved it #hello youth if you're reading this go forth and participate in as many studies as you can you're living through a sociologically amazing tim #time we all knew I meant time #tumblr let me edit tags #we don't have flying cars the least the future can give me is this

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hollywoodhangar · 4 years

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Chaggie for the ship meme 👀

the ultimate ship meme! // @soughtbirthright

General:

How long will they last? - For all of eternity and beyond. All it took was Vaggie dying to find her soulmate and she is not letting go.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It was a really good slowburn that caught on fire fast once feelings were felt. They were a long friendship that built in the form of best friends before they began to fall, and when they did, it was hard and around the same damn time. Poetic as fuck.

How was their first kiss? - Very sweet, and in the form of a gift on Charlie’s birthday. uwu

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I’m gonna give this one to Charlie. <: It seems like she’d be all for the theatric and musical number form of proposal!!

Who is the brides’ maid(s)? - They share Angel lmao.

Who did the most planning? - Equal! Both did a lot of the planning and they worked side-by-side on it!

Who stressed the most? - Vaggie. There’s so many points where Charlie has to reel her back, make her relax and remind her it’s going to be fabulous because they’re making it as a team.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Alastor, Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench. All three will be whooped by Lilith’s top guard if they so much as attempt to come.

Sex:

Who is on top? - They’re switches. :)

Who is the one to instigate things? - Are you kidding? Both. Might be Vaggie just a touch more, though.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Unless it’s a quckie, it’s 4 hours at least. They.. really get into it LMAO.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - AbsoLUTELY.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Vaggie thinks two would be a good number for starters. :) Amazing how she never considered it before and never dreamed of having babies, but wow you suddenly meet the love of your life and your head’s all full of that domestic shit.

How many children will they adopt? - Right now I’m gonna say 0. I think this is definitely destined to change but right now it’s two to start out with before they can even think of adopting to see how they handle parenthood first. I can see them adopting, just not right now.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Equal duty!

Who is the stricter parent? - Vaggie, although Charlie’s right there to reel her back and soften her up. :>

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Both lmao.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Vaggie, always. She gets that started the night before so the kids are ready to go in the morning with last night’s dinner if there’s any leftovers, although Charlie’s the one to give the babies their lunches before they leave if Vaggie’s still crashed.

Who is the more loved parent? - It’s Charlie, because she’s the much more fun, energetic and musical one! Kids are naturally drawn to that. :D

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both!! They’re a constant buddy system through marriage and parenthood!!

Who cried the most at graduation? - And of course, they’re the buddy system in being the most emotional over their baby’s achievements. Both weep heavily and hug one another.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Again, both.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Vaggie. She has a culinary soul and just instinctively takes up a lot of the cooking by nature.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Probably Vaggie again. She knows what she likes and she knows what she doesn’t like and she’s sticking to it.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both. :) It’s a lot of fun to go shopping together, they end up goofing off and also whooping fellow demons who end up trying to take the last of something they specifically DESIRE.

How often do they bake desserts? - Daily! Vaggie VERY strongly sticks to the breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert regime, and just baking something delicious whenever she feels the urge. A sweet tooth is often sated here!

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat! But she doesn’t turn her nose up at salad, it’s healthy and she includes it in the Hotel diet.

Who is more likely to surprise the other with an anniversary dinner? - Charlie, I think. <3

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Charlie, especially when it’s a day where Vaggie’s positively worked herself to the bone with her managerial duties and she wants to spoil her bae with a really, really fancy and expensive dinner. Vaggie sure as hell isn’t saying no.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - N/A.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both!

Who is really against chores? - Neither of them like doing chores but it’s a necessity that they know they can’t shirk and there’s no way they’re going to leave the other hanging.

Who cleans up after the pets? - The pets clean up after themselves, thank you. ( Razzle & Dazzle )

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - If this is something Charlie did, Vaggie snapped her right out of it LOL.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Vaggie, 100%.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Vaggie. She definitely asks Charlie if she lost her money but with Angel it’s a touch-n-go because she’s like, “that fucker’ll say “yes” even when he hasn’t. :/”. Any lost money found goes directly into the Hotel savings!

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Vaggie, for sure. With her hair and just having the pleasant privilege of having stable access to hot water? It’s hard to get her out.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They both take Razzle & Dazzle for walkies. <:

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - ALWAYS. Halloween and Hellmas, they’re decorating the HELL out of everything!! They ARE that house that will outshine everyone else on the block. Or, rather, hotel.

What are their goals for the relationship? - She’s unsure of herself at the moment, but Vaggie does want to get married. Charlie’s already wanting to, Vaggie just needs to overcome personal issues and self-deprecation before she’s also ready. She’s already having those sporadic urges where she wants babies!

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - I think this is something they’re both capable of depending on what happened the night before. They’re both pretty good sticking to their “by 10AM” schedule.

Who plays the most pranks? - Charlie, for sure. :p

#<33333 #(( chaggie how i love thee LET ME COUNT THE WAYS ))#soughtbirthright #🗡️ [ VAGGIE; vaggie&charlie. ] ━ 『 hers & hers. 』#♈ [ BLOG; ASK. ] ━ 『 letters to hollywood. 』#also sorry for the salt lol.. it's inescapable when certain keywords are mentioned #long post #mature //

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