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bigguyenthusiast · 4 months

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Somno with ghost ;P

Pairing: ghost x fem reader

[ CW: somnophilia duh, rape, groping, ghost being a creep, a weirdo even, what is he even doing here?, ghost using his rank and power for evil, he kinda doesn’t realise how creepy he is, plot twist? Not really ? Listen I wrote this in like 10 mins, I’m sick and bored be nice]

For a new recruit, ghost was weirdly nice to you, you definitely have noticed given that he would verbally abuse anyone for making a simple mistake, yet whenever you fucked up, he’d be quiet, simply telling you to do better or just flat out ignoring it.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he liked you, I mean what other explanation do you have for him always grabbing your hips or waist to move past you, why else would he wrap himself around you from behind when showing you how to ‘fire a gun correctly’ as if you haven’t been doing so, how you’d always find him staring at you when you’re making yourself a midnight snack in your short pjs, how his eyes would not leave your figure as you leaned against the counter, waiting for your noodles to get ready.

You turned around to grab yourself a bowl, gasping when you saw his looming, obnoxiously large figure standing right behind you “oh my god! Seriously ghost, can you stop that?!” Your shaky tone only made him want to scare you more, so would he stop?

He only stared at you as you lightly slapped his arm and made your way to the counters, as you walked back to the pot that was done simmering, you felt him right behind you, you didn’t move, you didn’t know what to do or say in this situation

His arm made its way over your shoulder, you stared at his gloved hand as he grabbed the kettle, and slowly taking it, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he made his way to the sink, you quickly poured the noodles into the bowl and threw the pot into the sink, trying to leave as fast you could, before you could leave you heard him finally speak.

“You’re so dirty…” you turned to him with a confused look “excuse me?” You asked in a slightly offended tone, his head tips towards the sink

“Clean your dishes” he stated, you rolled your eyes “I’ll clean it when I finish my noodles” you mumbled as you existed the kitchen, relieved to be out of his sight.

Sitting down in the lounge area, you turned on the tv and watched some random show and ate your noodles, unfortunately for you, the masked man has returned, sitting down at the end of the couch you were sitting on, you looked up at him, his mask was rolled up to the bridge of his nose, his lips and chin exposed, he sipped his tea quietly “stop staring” he broke the silence making you gulp and apologise.

After a good 10 minutes of silence you decided to break it by asking him “why are you awake?”

He hummed “why are you awake ?” He asked back making you glare at him “I asked you first” you rolled your eyes and saw he was glaring down at you

“Ugh fine, I was hungry, obviously” you leaned your head against the couch’s pillow, staring up at him, about a minute or two of silence you snapped at him “well? Are you going to tell me why you’re awake ?”

He looked down at you, his brown eyes almost seeming black due to the dim lights in the room “I never agreed to telling you” he finally stated, making you scoff “ I can’t believe you…” you fake sobbed and got up, stretching your back and grabbing the bowl to wash it, you muttered a soft ‘good night’ as you left the room.

You walked into your room, yawning and flopping onto the bed, it was a hot night so your covers were rudely pushed away by your leg, and after a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, your eyelids grew heavy and slowly, you were gone.

See, at this time of night, nobody was awake, it was damn near 2:50 am, these people wake up at 7 am on a relaxing day, so he knew no one would catch him peeking into the keyhole of your door, no one would catch him turning the knob on your door slowly, opening it and letting himself inside.

He promised himself, he promised to only look at you, to only go as far as touching you but nothing further, but how could he keep that promise when he saw you laid out on the bed, chest slowly rising and falling, lips parted slightly, how your soft plush thighs were slightly parted.

It’s as if you’re asking for it, as if you were waiting for him, to come and claim your smaller body, to have you beneath him, sweating, dizzy, and begging him for more.

Simon took a deep breath in, shuddering slightly as he bit his lower lip, sure to leave a bruise on his dry lips.

He walked to your side, kneeling by you, large, rough hands caress your cheek, index finger travelling to your patted mouth, sticking it in between your lips, coating his digit with your saliva, he took his mask off with his other hand as he took his now wet finger and sucking on it, it was disgusting, how any of your bodily fluids can turn this man into a dog in heat, it’s disgusting how his cock became fully erect as soon as he tasted your saliva, and it was even more disgusting how he has already lost it when he saw drool pooling out next to your squished cheek.

Oh how he wishes he was that silk pillowcase, what he wouldn’t do to be used by you in anyway, how he wanted to be your bed, pillows, covers, to be enveloping your body until you are him and he is you.

Simon doesn’t love, no he wasn’t raised in an environment that supported that, he knew he wanted to love someone the way his mother should’ve been loved, the way his father never did, he wanted to love someone until they are one, but with how many people he’s lost, it’s become much harder for him to let anyone in, but in his eyes he’s not doing anything wrong.

He doesn’t hit you, nor does he ever dream of doing so, he never calls you names, make you feel less than, so how would this be abusive ?

He’s a frustrated man in power, surely you can’t be mad if he took a hold of your hand and placed it on his aching bulge, right?

His promise now long gone as soon as he felt your soft hands against his clothed dick, he gently set your hand down and unbuckled his belt, keeping his cargos and boxers around his mid thigh, his twitching cock finally free, it stood up with pride, already leaking Pre-cum as it searched for your warm hand again

Simon took your hand again, wrapping your fingers around the head of his dick, his body shuddered at the skin contact, he took a second to breath before holding your closed hand in place, thrusting his dick in and out, slowly in order to not startle you, you looked way too beautiful asleep, unaware of your love using you, what would you if you were up? Would you help him? Would you wrap those beautiful lips around his swollen tip?

Or would you let him inside you? Would you let him feel this gummy walls tightening around his dick as he pounded into you? Would you be okay with him filling you up like you deserve to ?

The endless possibilities in simon’s mind only egged him on as he quickened his pace, his breathing becoming shorter and shorter, he was breathing like a dog in heat, so so close to finally finishing, his mind was only focused on where to dump his seed, your beautiful face? Those soft hands ? Maybe he should take your shirt off and spill all over that chest of yours

But oh the gods weren’t by simon’s side this night

“W..Simon?”

That was the final straw, he moaned out as he spilled his seed all over your puffy, confused face

#call of duty #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #;D

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jocia92 · 2 months

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Impressions from Berlinale of Dan Stevens' performance as Mr. König in 'Cuckoo'.

Warning: Spoilers for his role/character.

Telegraph

... As he has proved before (in The Guest and The Rental), he’s a real asset in trashy genre fare, and a hoot as a villain: his particular pronunciation of the name “Gretchen” here – as if it had an acute accent on the first “e” – never gets less funny.

Screendaily

... Also a lot of fun is Dan Stevens, chewing his way through his dialogue and a sizable chunk of the Bavarian Alps as Mr König, the resort’s unnerving, unblinking owner.

Deadline

... As chief villain, Stevens has an appealingly quirky, ironic twist to his evil smile that encourages us to think this is all a bit of a lark, really.

Indiewire

... Stevens is clearly having a great time as the movie’s resident Wizard of Oz, a man who appears to control everything but the weather. It’s not at all clear what he’s actually doing — the recurring theme of the film — but his energy is enough to carry the action through its early chapters.

Little White Lies

... The family are warmly greeted by the resort’s cheerfully sinister owner Herr König (Dan Stevens relishing another chance to get weird)

... Dan Stevens is on top form leaning into his knack for playing offputting weirdos ...

Katie at the Movies

... the mustache-twirling of Stevens’ heightened performance (he, accent and all, is in on the fun from the get-go and never lets up in an immensely fun performance) ...

Roger Ebert

... creepy, crawly German Mr. König (an exceptional Dan Stevens)

... But it’s Stevens, who’s often strongest when he turns weird, who is unforgettable, one-upping Andre 3000 as cinema’s premiere flute player. Every choice Stevens makes as Mr. König doubles as a lampoon and a threat, being equally hilarious and sadistic.

Next Best Picture

... Dan Stevens enters the scene, the real shining light of this film, playing the resort owner, Mr König. The underrated actor is so committed to his character’s bit throughout, complete with a German accent and a tiny bird whistle, which he uses as a tool in the twisted experiment. He is simultaneously mysterious and effortlessly funny and brings a heightened energy to the film, letting you know it isn’t taking itself too seriously.

... Dan Stevens commits to this film like his life depends on it.

Variety

... Dan Stevens' hilariously eccentric villain, the second recent showcase for Stevens’ excellent spoken German after Maria Schrader’s “I’m Your Man.” Few are the films and fewer are the actors that can get such sinister mileage out of a character’s insistently Teutonic, semi-sibilant mispronunciation of the name “Gretchen.”

Hollywood Reporter

... the mad German gyno-meddler is played with undiluted oiliness by Dan Stevens ...

... König is a creep for the ages, and Stevens has a lip-smacking good time being solicitous but casually skeevy ...

... But in Schafer and Stevens, it has two fiercely compelling adversaries.

#cuckoo 2024 #cuckoo #berlinale 2024 #berlin international film festival #dan stevens #telegraph #screendaily #deadline #indiewire #little white lies #katie at the movies #roger ebert #next best picture #variety #the hollywood reporter #review #spoilers

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cinnbar-bun · 1 year

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Welcome to the Twisted Wonderland!

A/n: the second zine piece I made for @teenyzines's Uncharted Worlds zine (you should again check it out- it's free). This time it's TWST!

Summary: How will Sora react to seeing some of the villains he's fought over the years in this new place?

Crossposted to AO3: here!

Sora stepped out of the sparkling mirror, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding him. The room was full of floating coffins and a large mirror in the middle, the one that transported Sora here.

“What is this place? Anyone here ever heard of a light?” He joked, waiting for his companions’ responses. Except, nothing was said.

“Where’d you guys go?” Sora asked, worry creeping in his voice as his head darted all around. Where were Donald and Goody? He was about to call their names when he felt a soft tap against his foot. He looked down and saw two stuffed toys, suspiciously with the same characteristics as his best friends. “Donald? Goofy? Is that you?”

He leaned down and scooped up the toys, shocked to see his friends turned into little, rectangular dolls. The one that looked like Donald had angry eyes, and with no mouth, Sora could only assume what the duck would say. Donald bounced around in his hand and Sora sighed.

“Guess you guys can’t talk here… and we lost Riku, too. Great,” Sora huffed and examined himself in the large mirror. He cocked his head upon seeing he was dressed in a black blazer with a red vest underneath. He didn’t question it much, considering this was more normal than turning into a mermaid.

Sora hoisted his two plushy companions on his shoulder and proceeded to walk out. The building he was in had many doors that led to rooms full of people around his age. He was about to walk in when Goofy tapped him, a reminder he shouldn’t mess with their worlds.

Almost every door led to an occupied room, and Sora was getting tired of walking the endless hallway. That was until he saw a large door that looked like it led to a section outdoors. Sora hoped he would manage to find Riku outside, but no one else minus a few kids who looked at him oddly were there. He pouted and continued walked down a cobblestone road until he felt another touch.

This time, both Goofy and Donald were jumping on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Okay, okay, what is it?” Sora asked, tired of the constant tapping. Goofy pointed a stubby hand to Sora’s left, and he looked to see statues.

Multiple statues, in fact. All of which were the previous villains he fought over the years.

“WHAT? THEY GOT MALEFICENT HERE TOO?” Sora yelled, nearly knocking Donald and Goofy off his shoulders.

The Queen of Hearts, Hades, Maleficent, Scar, Ursula, Jafar, and even some Evil Queen he felt looked familiar.

“Eh, whatcha staring at? Are you new?” A voice called out, and Sora turned around to see a boy with red hair and another with blue hair walking towards him. The blue-haired boy held a cat in his arms and Sora pointed at the statues.

“Why are these statues here?”

“Oh, you really must be new, haha,” The red-haired boy smiled. “They’re the Great Seven, duh,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“‘Great Seven’,” Sora repeated. “Yeah, great at getting their butts kicked.”

The boys looked shocked at his words and Sora smirked.

“Yeah, that’s right, you’re looking at the guy who fought and beat them!” Sora proudly puffed up his chest, waiting for a round of applause from these people.

“Is this guy okay?” The cat whispered, and Sora let out an offended gasp.

“Yeah, I’m okay! I’m telling you I beat them!”

The blue-haired boy awkwardly laughed.

“Y-yeah, I am sure you did. Must have been a tough fight.”

“Kinda, but I had my friends by my side to help,” Sora explained, pointing at Donald and Goofy.

“Ace, Deuce, come on, we need to get class. I can’t believe we’re wasting our time with this numbskull,” the cat rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a numbskull! You guys are the weirdos who have statues of evil villains who tried to take over the world!”

“S-sure! Whatever you say!” Deuce waved and proceeded to awkwardly shuffle away from Sora.

“I can prove it! Look, I beat them with this!” Sora yelled, before he summoned his keyblade.

“OH MY SEVEN HE’S GOT… a… giant key?” Ace raised an eyebrow and Deuce shook his head.

“I don’t know what this proves, honestly. It’s just a key.”

“It’s the keyblade! See! Watch this!” Sora raised his keyblade before swinging it at the Queen of Hearts statue. The boys screamed in horror as the key shattered the statue into multiple pieces. “Told ya I-”

“Y-yeah, whatever! Sure! You beat them! Come on, before Headmaster sees us and makes us clean a hundred windows again!” Ace cut Sora off and proceeded to run.

“Crap, what if the Housewarden sees us?” Deuce cried out.

“JUST RUN FASTER!” The cat yelled.

Sora shrugged his shoulders as he saw the group fade into the distance.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” A thundering voice boomed outside. A man dressed in a feathery costume and black mask flounced over to Sora and pointed a clawed finger at him. “What is the meaning of this? What year are you in?”

“I’m uh… sixteen,” Sora counted.

“No, not your age, what year of school are you in.” The man sighed in exasperation.

“Oh, I don’t go to school,” Sora smiled innocently.

“Is this a joke? Is this some cruel, elaborate prank from a young, troubled teen? I am sorry, but I will have to immediately-”

“SORA!”

“Huh? Riku?” Sora called, and Riku looked to be in a panic. He had on the same outfit as Sora, although his vest was lime green.

“We gotta go, I think Maleficent has a son who goes here,” Riku whispered under his breath.

“They have a statue of her here, too,” Sora pointed out, and Riku tensed at the sight.

“Are you this young man’s friend-”

“Sorry! We’ll be off!” Riku yelled before dragging Sora away, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x kh #kingdom hearts #kh zine #uncharted worlds #teenyzines #ace trappola #deuce spade #kh sora #sora #zine piece

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existtolaugh · 3 years

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B.W.F. - Raw - 11/23/20 (Chapter 02)

SPOILERS AHEAD FROM RAW

Alexa Bliss vs. Nikki Cross

"Wakey.. Wakey.. Little Nikki..~"

Nikki groaned as her eyes began to flutter open.. She didn't know where she was exactly.. But her head was fuzzy.. And.. She couldn't move.. "Hhnmph..?" The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking.. But upon looking up she saw none other than Little Miss Bliss Herself.. "Hiya, Nikki.. You nice and cozy wozy? I hope so.. You're gonna be here for quite some time..~"

Nikki Cross was security locked in a set of stocks, belts securing her body tightly to a big, cartoonish chair.. She could move hardly an inch.. And that included het toes.. "Mmgghph..?" Normally, Nikki loved being tickled.. But Alexa..? This wasn't what she wanted.. She wanted her friend back.. And she failed.. And now, she would suffer the consequences..

"Oh Nikki.. I've missed playtime so, so much.. So I wanted to make sure that there was nothing stopping us for playing as much as we want! You'll be here for.. Well.. I have no idea.. But don't worry.. Nobody will bother us here..~" Bliss explained before slipping over to slide a bean bag chair over to Nikki's bare and exposed feet.. "Let's not waste anymore time, hun.. Let's get this party started..~"

If it was any other scenario, Nikki would love this.. But she struggled to get away.. But unfortunately for her.. As soon as Alexa's nails made contact with the soft soles locked firmly in those stocks, it was all over.. The giggles started to flow, Nikki's fingers began to clench and shake for a way out, the stocks shook.. And Alexa just smiled wickedly..

"Poor wittle Nikki.. Too tickly for her own good! Whatever are we gonna do with ya?" She chuckled as her nails raked up and down, up and down those taut tootsies, and all Nikki could do was cackle louder and louder with each stroke.. Her toes tried to clench, but the ropes binding them up made it impossible for her to do so.. And Alexa knew this.. And began to poke at those poor toes..

"Uh-oh.. Don't tell me these toes are trying to run away from me..! Oh me oh my, this just won't do! You know what we do with naughty little toes here in in funhouse..? We punish them.." Her tone became darker.. More sadistic.. Before Alexa brandished the first tool of her arsenal.. A toothbrush that buzzed on and forced itself between the third and forth toes on Nikki's left foot, causing the girl to shriek and throw her head back.. "N-NMGGHH! NNGMM! GGNNMPH!" She wanted to beg, she wanted to get through to who was once her best friend.. But it was hopeless..

"Do you think these toes are going to fathom being so disobedient again?" Alexa asked sternly as the toothbrush buzzed into the stem of the pinkie toe on that same foot, her other set of toes subjected to gentle but sadistic scratching from those sharp, painted nails.. Nikki nodded, trying to convey to Alexa that she had learned her lesson and to spare her toes their horrible fate.. And like a switch, Alexa returned to her cheery self and smiled at her prey, halting the toe attack.. "Good! I knew you would understand!~"

Nikki took this opportunity to breathe, though it would not last last long before she resumed her cackling and twisting when Alexa began to nibble into the heel of her former bestie.. Nikki was always a sucker for lickles and nibbles, and while Alexa would rarely oblige, this new incarnation couldn't resist.. "Such sweet feet! They taste like candy..~" She hummed happily, using her nails to stroke the sides of the trapped feet, Nikki babbling into the gag and tearing up.. She couldn't handle this.. There was no way..

Until it stopped..

She thought Alexa was going to move on to the next horrible torture technique.. But.. She didn't.. Alexa sat there and looked at her hands.. What had she become..? Who was she..? This wasn't her this was.. Something else entirely.. Something evil.. She looked up at Nikki, tears in her eyes before she covered her mouth in horror.. "I-I.. I don't.. I can't.." She couldn't speak.. Nikki just starred into her eyes.. Was she back..? Did she break free..? Alexa rushed over and hugged her bound bestie, crying.. Nikki closed her eyes and rested her head upon Alexa's familiar shoulder.. "I'll get you out of here.. Things will go back to normal.. I promise.." She said before rushing over to grab thr keys to the stocks.. Nikki felt a sense of relief.. It was over.. But she had her friend back..

Until..

She stopped in her tracks, hand inches away from the key, before turning back towards Nikki.. That sadistic grin had returned once more.. "Gotcha..~" She cackled maniacally.. And grabbed the hairbrushes next to the keys.. Nikki was crying now.. Tugging as hard as she could.. "Oh sweetie.. I hate to see you cry.." Alexa pouted.. Before slipping a blindfold over Nikki's eyes.. "Much better..~"

Nikki felt as if she was in hell and being punished. And that was before the brushes made contact with her soles, and the screamed ensued.. Unable to see, she could only sit and suffer as Alexa scrubbed.. And scrubbed.. And scrubbed.. She scrubbed her arches.. Her toes.. Her heels.. Every centimeter of foot was subjected to bristly torment..

Up and down the brushes scraped, it felt like hours had passed with every journey the brushes made from heel to toe, every second shattering Nikki's resolve to survive this ordeal.. When the baby oil came into play, Nikki entered a second plane of ticklish agony.. Transcending above what was physically capable of her degree of ticklish suffering, and the person responsible for it was somebody who she loved and cared for so dearly..

After an eternity and a half of agony, Alexa stopped.. Though.. Nikki felt a mysterious substance spread across her soles.. "I have a tea party I'll be dreadfully late for if I keep playing.. But I'll be back later.. The itching gel will keep you entertained for the next several hours..~" She said before grabbing the drooping jaw of her victim.. "Don't be afraid to be driven to madness.. We're all mad here..~" She let go of her chin before an itch started to creep across her soles, the stocks starting to shake, and the last light of the room coming from outside the doorway Alexa Bliss was standing in.. "Let me in.."

Slam..

As the itch took over completely, Nikki tried her hardest to visit her happy place..

---"Oh my god, Nikki! How many times do I need to tell you to stop leaving your socks on top of my luggage! My suitcase isn't a hamper for your dirty clothes! Especially when I'm the responsible one carrying BOTH of our tag titles!" Alexa said firmly, an adorable frown on het face as a pajamad Nikki sat on the hotel bed and rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe I want ye ta do somethin about it, Lexi." She challenged playfully, Alexa raising an eyebrow, hands on her hips. "Are you suggesting that I, the most beloved woman in WWE, former Women's Champion, Money in the Bank winner, former host of WrestleMania and current Women's Tag Team Champion come over there and teach you some manners?"

Nikki smiled and sat criss-cross on the bed.. "Admit it.. Yer scared..~"

Alexa flew across the room and tackled her bestie, a tickle fight of legendary proportions lasting for two hours erupted, both girls losing track of who won and who lost.. It didn't matter.. What mattered was Nikki laying on her back panting and Alexa laying on top of Nikki's chest, exhausted with both sets of hair a mess.. Though Nikki hugged onto Alexa, which caught her off guard at the snuggles.. Before she smiled and hugged back.. "Promise me we'll be friends forever, kay? You crazy weirdo..~" Alexa asked as Nikki smiled and snuggled closer.. "I promise.. Ye short, stubborn little nut.."

"We'll be best friends forever..~"

#Tickle #Tickling #Tickle Story #Fan Fiction #WWE #Raw #BWF #Alexa Bliss #Nikki Cross

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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Chosen - Chapter One

(This is a Gender-Swapped Sanders Sides high school au)

SUMMARY: Logan Berry, Dee Ceite, Patricia Foster, Virginia Picani and Regina and Rena Prince are all 16-year-old high school students. They live relatively normal lives, with ordinary lessons and ordinary crushes and ordinary families, until one day a monster shows up and attacks them after class, and everything suddenly changes.

SHIPS: Moxiety, Logince, Dukeceit

WARNINGS: Minor violence, minor sexual implications (Remus), Remus being Remus, swearing, sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game

Masterpost

NEXT CHAPTER

“Does this lipstick match my eyeshadow?” Regina spun around in her chair, away from the mirror, to pout her lips at her twin sister, Rena, who was standing on her bed, lacing up her boots.

“Who cares if they match?” Rena jumped off the bed, running her fingers through her unbrushed hair and bouncing over to Regina’s side of the room. “What matters is whether or not the lipstick tastes good.”

“It’s not flavoured.”

Rena laughed, picking up the tube of lipstick and flicking off the lid. “Everything has a flavour if you’re not a coward,” She exclaimed, and, with that, she took a bite of lipstick, removing almost half of it, chewing on it thoughtfully as her sister screamed at her.

“Rena!” Regina screeched, snatching it back and holding it protectively to her chest. “That was brand new!”

Rena grinned, unremorseful, showing off two rows of lipstick-stained teeth. Regina sighed, putting the cap back on and putting it back in the drawer of her desk, pushing it shut.

She looked her sister up and down, one eyebrow raised. “Are you really wearing that to school?”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Regina crossed her arms. “It’s identical to mine! The only differences are the colours and the fact that I wear it so much better than you!”

It was true, Rena was wearing a green, black and silver short-sleeved dress that was identical in every way except colour to Regina’s red, white and gold one.

Rena blew a raspberry, marching over to their shared closet and pulling out a denim jacket. It was stained with colours that would never wash out, and was one of the ugliest jackets either of them had ever seen, but that was why it was her favourite.

She pulled it on and grinned again, an unchewed piece of lipstick falling from her lips and landing on the carpet. Rena crushed it underfoot. “See, now we look different! Plus, my boots are so much cooler than yours. Hey, what if I pulled out someone’s intestines and wore them like a scarf, would that suit me?”

Regina ignored that last part, but still wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Rena, your boots don’t even match! One’s green and one’s pink, they don’t go together at all.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and spun around, picking her phone up from the dresser. “Did I absorb all the fashion sense in the womb, you… early 2000s reject.”

“Is that the best you got, you wrinkled duck’s penis?”

“Okay, that one was weird, even for you.”

Rena pouted exaggeratedly, slouching. “Uh, everyone knows a duck’s penis looks super weird, it’s like, common knowledge or something.”

“It is most certainly not common knowledge, you’re just a weirdo.” Regina then began to scroll through her phone, eyes lighting up slightly.

Rena straightened up, moving to see what her sister was looking at. It was exactly what she’d expected it to be – a picture of a school schedule, one that most certainly wasn’t hers.

“Ugh,” Rena groaned. “You’re looking at Logan’s schedule again. Isn’t that a bit stalkery? You complain when I talk about all my future crimes, and yet you do this? Hypocrite. I hate you.”

Regina glanced up. “Okay, first of all: you, like, go into such graphic detail about how you’ll murder people and eat their hearts, it’s disgusting. And, second of all: you cannot talk. You literally ate a photo of Dee, like, yesterday, and it definitely wasn’t the first time you’ve done that. You shouldn’t eat paper, you Queen of (eating) Hearts”

Rena blew another raspberry, wrapping her fingers around Regina’s wrist and beginning to drag her sister towards the bedroom door, picking up her school bag on the way. It was neon green and horrifically ugly, as expected. There were dozens of ripped stickers stuck to the straps.

“C’mon, Gina, we’re gonna be late for school. You can think about Logan and have some alone time later.”

Regina raised an eyebrow. “Have some-” Her face twisted in disgust when she realised what Rena was referring to. “Rena, what? No, I’m not- that’s gross! I don’t wanna talk about that, you’ve got to stop bringing it up!” She yanked her hand out of her sister’s grip, but Rena just shrugged.

“It’s a natural human thing, nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I recently-”

“Nope! No, no, nope. I refuse to listen to this.” Regina picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, before placing her fingers in her ears and screwing her eyes shut. “La, La, La. I can’t hear you!”

Rena hummed in thought, before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting. “Hey, what if you and Logan fucked!”

Regina screeched in offended horror, eyes opening to glare at Rena, just as their dad, Philip, walked in. There was only a slight look of disappointment on his face.

“Girls, please,” He sighed. “My little Duchess, my precious Princess, what did we talk about?”

“No inappropriate language in the house.” Rena droned, pouting. “But, dad, I was just-”

He held up a finger in front of her mouth. “Now, now, no arguments. You’re going to be late for school if we don’t leave in a few minutes. Your lunches are in the fridge and there’s toast on the counter, you can eat it in the car.”

Rena sighed – though she was mostly annoyed at the thought of school, not their father’s interruption – as Regina smirked victoriously.

“Come on, oh, evil twin of mine, I wanna make it in time to meet Pat before school.”

***

A few hours had passed since morning, and the twins were in their final period – Mr Sanders’ chemistry class. They were sharing a desk at the back of the classroom, and were both paying more attention to scribbling their crushes’ names in their respective notebooks than to the lesson itself, as usual.

“Regina Prince, Rena Prince,” Mr Sanders called, and the girls looked up in unison. “Logan Berry and Dee Ceite, can the four of you please stay behind after class? I have some things I need to talk to you about.”

Dee and Logan were sat at the front of the room: the two girls having been actually paying attention to the lesson. They glanced back at the twins at the announcement, looking them over and the sisters blushed lightly as they made momentary eye contact.

Dee was very traditionally beautiful, with vitiligo covering the left side of her face, heterochromia, long black hair and an elegance about her that Rena found entrancing. She’d been in the same class as the twins since elementary school, and Rena’s crush had existed for just as long, never fading. Logan had perfectly neat hair that went just past chin-length, square glasses and an intelligence that surpassed that of almost everyone else in the school. Regina was almost certainly in love with her.

Rena leant over to whisper in her sister’s ear.

“Dee looks like such a snack today. I’d let her slit my throat with that eyeliner. I hope she slits my throat with that eyeliner.”

Regina rolled her eyes. “Could you be any weirder?” Rena opened her mouth, but Regina interrupted her before she could speak. “Okay, no, it’s you. Of course, you can be weirder.”

The student sitting closest to them gave the twins a weird look, pulling up the hood of his hoodie, before turning back to his work. In Rena’s opinion, he should have been used to this by now, as he’d been sitting near them all year.

Mr Sanders cleared his throat, and the sisters glanced back at him. He raised an eyebrow, before turning back to the power-point.

“What sounds better?” Regina whispered to her sister. “Regina Berry or Logan Prince?”

Rena hummed in thought, picking at her teeth and flicking a crumb of lipstick to the ground. “Regina Berry,” She decided. “I don’t want people to know we’re related.”

Regina nodded in agreement. “Smart, I don’t want to be associated with you either.”

After a few more words exchanged, they went back to scribbling in their notebooks. Regina had finally decided to make some notes on the lesson they were supposed to be paying attention to, but Rena had instead elected to work on the next chapter of her disgustingly graphic Toy Story 3 fanfiction. It was horrendous, and insanely popular online.

The lesson ended shortly afterwards, and the twins packed up their things, though they stayed in the classroom as their teacher had instructed.

Regina sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs and smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She and Rena had chosen to sit by the window, so she often stared out at the seemingly endless forest at the edge of the school grounds. The thick tree branches created a dense canopy of leaves that her eyes couldn’t breach, and she often found herself wondering what lay beneath them. It was unspoken rule across town that nobody entered the forest – people went missing there, on practically a monthly basis – but she and Rena had often stood at its edges, wondering what adventures lay beyond.

She shifted closer to the window. It had been raining earlier, so there was condensation creeping at the corners. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she pressed her finger to the glass and doodled a heart.

“What do you think Mr Sanders wants?”

Regina jolted in surprise, spinning around and coming face to face with Logan. She was stood beside a grinning Rena, who was making obscene gestures with her fingers that Dee had absolutely noticed by now; she was covering her mouth with a gloved hand as she chuckled. Fortunately, Logan was far too oblivious to notice or understand, saving Regina her last shred of decency. Mr Sanders was nowhere to be seen.

“No clue!” Rena answered for her, hair bouncing with her constant movement. “What do you think, Dee? Do you think he plans to kill us?”

Dee shrugged. “I doubt he plans to murder us, but we don’t exactly have much in common.”

“Yeah,” Regina agreed, looking around again, brow creased. “Where did Mr Sanders go, anyway? I didn’t see him leave.”

“He said he’d be back in a few minutes.” Logan adjusted her glasses. “He also said there’d be two more students joining us, though he didn’t specify who.”

“Wonder if we did anything wrong?” Rena piped up, moving to sit on a desk, swinging her legs. “I mean, yesterday I switched all the science textbooks with the language textbooks and all the English textbooks with the math ones, but I don’t think that’s it.”

Logan gave her a disbelieving look. “Why?”

“I’m a being of chaos.”

Dee looked like she was trying not to smile, and there was a definite fondness in her eyes as she stared at Rena. She looked like she was about to speak up, when the classroom door opened, and all four girls immediately turned in that direction.

Two girls their age walked in: Patricia Foster and Virginia Picani, better known to their friends as Pat and Virge. They’d been dating since middle school, and, if asked, Regina would definitely call them her OTP; she’d helped them get together after all.

Pat was short and liked to wear her hair in pigtails. Her wrists were always covered in hair-ties, and she mostly wore t-shirts and skirts with a pastel blue colour scheme. Her girlfriend, Virge, was her complete opposite – tall and lanky with short purple hair and a black and purple colour scheme. The pair were holding hands when they walked in, and Pat squealed when she spotted the four crowded around Regina and Rena’s desk.

“Regina!” Pat exclaimed. “Rena! Logan! Dee! My four favourite people!” She paused, before giving her girlfriend a smile. “Apart from you, of course, angel. Oh, and apart from my moms, too! But, other than that you’re my favourite.”

Virge gave a small smile back, squeezing Pat’s hand.

“Patricia, Virge.” Logan pushed her glasses further up her nose. “I assume you’re also here for Mr Sanders? He mentioned there were two more people coming.”

“Yup!” Patricia exclaimed, half-dragging Virge over to the group. “I dunno why we’re here, though.”

“Neither do we,” Dee said. “But he said he’d be back soon. I wonder if we’re in trouble.”

Pat’s expression dropped, her eyes widening. “We’re in trouble?” She squeaked. “I don’t wanna be in trouble! What-”

“I doubt we’re in trouble, Pat.” Virge interrupted, hesitating for a second before pressing a reassuring kiss to the back of her girlfriend’s hand. “You haven’t done anything wrong; all the teachers love you.”

“Aww!” Regina squealed, grinning widely. “You guys are, like, couple goals.”

She tried not to glance at Logan, she really did, but she failed, of course, and the two made eye contact, before looking away in unison. Her plight was obviously noticeable, as Patricia giggled and Dee snorted. Rena made another obscene gesture that everyone politely ignored, though Pat glanced away uncomfortably.

About a minute passed, and the classroom door swung open again, Mr Sanders finally stepping back inside. There was a large ink stain on his shirt that hadn’t been there before, and he was carrying himself differently. It was… uncomfortable, to say the least.

He smiled – flat and lifeless – as he looked them over, stepping closer.

“Girls, it’s good to see you again.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “It’s only been a few minutes, Sir.”

“Perhaps.”

There was a whole minute of silence following that, and even Rena was fidgeting uncomfortably by the end of it.

“You know what,” Mr Sanders broke the silence, stretching and cracking his back. “I’ve never been very good at this part – I’m not much of an actor – so let’s just get this over with.” And, with that, he unhinged his jaw, and three inky black tentacles shot out from the back of his throat, each coated with spikes.

Regina yanked Logan out of their way just in time, as did Virge with Pat. Dee managed to dodge the third on her own, as Rena was too busy staring at their teacher with curious horror and possibly even minor jealousy to notice.

Dee grabbed the back of Rena’s jacket, dragging her away from the monster and scrambling closer to the back of the room with the rest of the girls. Their teacher was stood between them and the door, they were cornered.

“What the fuck are you?” Rena asked in slight awe. Dee sighed, moving to grab the shorter girl’s wrist, ready to drag her out of danger again if necessary.

Mr Sanders chuckled darkly, the appendages retreating back down his throat. An ink-like substance dripped from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his hair was also coated with it, having been splattered by the ink-covered tentacles.

“Does it matter?” He said smoothly. “You’re going to die anyway.”

The inky black liquid moved to coat his left arm, turning it into a much larger and much more menacing appendage with a giant claw at the end. It then jolted forward in a burst of speed, stretching inhumanly, snatching up Regina and tugging her towards him. She screamed, naturally, and even the monster winced at the ear-splitting sound.

“There’s no point in struggling.” He held her in place. “There’s no one close enough to hear you.”

His jaw unhinged again, but the black liquid formed hundreds of razor-sharp teeth instead this time, and he used his human arm – which was still abnormally strong – to move her head to the side, baring her neck.

She continued screaming and wriggling, and multiple black limbs had to burst from his chest to keep the other girls from trying to help her. The appendages were sticky like slime, and held the girls to the wall with no room for movement

“You’ll make a delicious meal.” He cackled deviously, moving slowly to savour it, his teeth just inches from her throat.

“No! No, please-” Regina begged, before being suddenly interrupted by a figure bursting through the window and landing at her feet.

It was a second storey window, making it slightly more impressive.

The figure stood up straight, revealing herself to be a woman with a messy ponytail, leather jacket, sunglasses and two large daggers, one in each hand. She used them to quickly slice off the appendages protruding from his chest, freeing the other girls and causing their teacher to writhe, scream and drop Regina.

Logan and Rena grabbed her arms immediately, tugging her back to the slightly safer area.

“Remy Starlight.” The monster hissed, in a voice that most certainly wasn’t their teacher’s. “We meet again.”

She sighed loudly, irritated, dropping one of the daggers and pulling a large needle full of dark red liquid – blood, perhaps – from her pocket.

“Unfortunately.”

Then, before anyone, even the monster, could react, she plunged the needle into his neck, injecting all of its contents with one swift move, before yanking it out and stuffing it back into one of the pockets of her jeans, looking only mildly inconvenienced.

The monster screamed in intense pain, falling to his knees, and, a few moments later, gallons of inky black liquid gushed from their teacher’s face – a horrifying sight, honestly, some of it even splashed on the terrified teenagers. It didn’t take long for it to finally finish leaving his body, and Mr Sanders collapsed to the ground, barely conscious. Remy hardly even reacted though, slicing her palm with the dagger she still held, and letting a few drops of blood hit the bubbling pool of ink. It hissed for a few moments, before dissolving entirely, and there were a few moments of silence before she turned to the teenagers, wiping a drop of inky blood from her face with her thumb and giving all six of them a simultaneous gay crisis.

“Are you girls okay?” She asked, picking up the dropped dagger and sheathing both of them, placing a hand on her hip. “None of you were bit, right? ‘Cos that would be, like, super bad.”

Logan was the first to speak up.

“Uh… no? I don’t believe so.”

Remy nodded slowly, humming in thought, before turning to the man on the floor, watching as he began to regain consciousness.

“Jeez, Tommy, I leave you alone for less than a day and you get possessed? That’s not very ‘chosen one’ of you.”

Thomas coughed, stumbling as she helped him up. “I’m not the chosen one, remember? That’s… that’s kinda the point.” His voice was rough, and traces of the inky liquid dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He looked up at his six stunned students, giving them a rather sheepish look.

“I’m sorry for that, girls. That’s not exactly how I wanted to introduce you to this.”

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 37

Last time: Beard was Father Of The Year, General Raven got used as construction materials, and Kimblee was a creep. Onwards!

Some Briggs soldiers walking dramatically towards some light? Or forces from Central that got some fur-lined coats, Sideburns is saying they showed up as Winry’s “escorts” and answer only to Kimblee. Episode 37 - “The First Homunculus” Wait, what? The first Homunculus? Does this mean that we’re getting an episode on Uncle? Awesome! Winry’s tinkering on Ed’s arm while saying she should have been told they were heading north, and no, the excuse of “we were in a hurry” isn’t going to fly buster. And what sort of trouble did they get into to get locked up? Aw hell no Kimblee, don’t you go saying this is all a “misunderstanding” from a lack of communication (and I see what you did there, implying the boys got in trouble because they didn’t talk just like they didn’t tell Winry anything). Oh, how gracious of you to get them released soon. Winry, don’t trust this jerk. See, Ed agrees with me, warning you to stay away from him. But if Kimblee has one thing going for him now, it’s an admittedly smooth twisting of Winry’s emotions by being polite, saying that he was with a group who tried to save her parents, claiming he admired their bravery, and that he found their bodies with a picture of their little girl sweet LETO smite this man down. [Kimblee]: “Your parents were true heroes, and it’s an honor to meet you.” Wow. Ok, Kimblee just earned some serious Evil Manipulator points there. How are Ed’s vague warning supposed to hold up to that? Even he has to admit he only has Riza’s story to go on- oh ho HO! But that wasn’t the only thing they talked about! [Cartoon!Riza]: “Speaking of Winry, you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” [Cartoon!Dog]: *snickering* And here’s Ed, lying on a bed in his undershorts as Winry leans over him- wow. Smoooooth, buddy. Real smooth. Just lie there determinedly facing away from your crush and recite the periodic table, that won’t raise any concerns at all. [Winry, quietly]: *sigh* “Why did I have to fall in love with such a weirdo?” [Ed, snapping out of it]: “Eh? D-did you say something?” [Winry]: “No Ed, I didn’t say anything.” *painful wrench twist distraction, go!* Alright, Ed’s all put back together, although I’m a little worried about this new arm being slightly weaker than the old one. Ah well, when it breaks that’ll give us an excuse for more shy crush freakouts. Oh hey, Buccy! What are you in- uh oh. Run dude, run! Before she sees- too late, Winry is now going gaga over Buccy’s arm, apparently a “M-19 Mad Bear Lightweight Combat Model”. With diamond-tipped claws, to boot! Aw, Buccy’s blushing. Now he’s sad to hear that Winry’s already Ed’s mechanic OW dude what the hell?! [Wounded!Ed]: “What’dya do that for?!” [Heartbroken!Buccy]: “‘Cause life isn’t fair!” *storms out* Now the local mechanic’s offering to show Winry the northern automail in his workshop, Ed protests briefly but then Kimblee swoops in to have a chat. Gee, this’ll be fun. Aw, and Al’s still locked up, with some of Kimblee’s goons keeping an eye on him. Al muses about their strategy of keeping the brothers separated and parading Winry as a reminder of their hostages. Although “I never realized how nervous we make them” is a good point. They just need to bide their time for now and wait for the opportune moment to strike. Just don’t take too long.

Armstrong the Great is checking in at the backup tunnel entrance, a soldier’s saying the Advance Team’s been gone a week when they only had three days worth of food. Buccy’s leading the second team, goes so far as to ask for the entrance to be sealed with concrete if they aren’t back within 24 hours. Yyyyeah, do you remember Sloth? That monster that tore through your foundations a few days ago? These are Goths we’re dealing with, that won’t be enough. Regardless, you’d better hurry. Meanwhile Armstrong the Great tells her troops that she has full responsibility for Raven’s disappearance, if he’s found then they’re ordered to place all blame on her. Down in the tunnel now, the team sets off aaaand we’re in Central now. Right, Roy was meeting with Armstrong the Great’s spy. She says that things are getting rough up north, and what the strong defense of Briggs needs is a good offense. Uh, what? Ok, I can understand the whole defensive aspect of an army built around a massive fort, but they just finished researching Combined Arms to make Tanks. How exactly is their attack power lacking? Whatever, let’s just accept that the North is “lacking” in an aggressive offense and use the excuse to get Roy involved. [Flower Lady]: “Oh no, Madame Olivier needs the strength of your army, not you. She said you might as well just get lost.” Wow. For being the guy to kill Lust, Roy just gets no respect these days. 3500 cens poorer (or quite a bit more if I read all those zeros on that bundle of bills right) but critical intel richer, Roy asks the departing Flower Lady who she is. Get a name for future intel drops, right? [Flower Lady]: “Oh, just someone who’s served the Armstrong Family-” *removes bandana to reveal the Armstrong Hair Curl* “-for generations.” She’s totally Granny Armstrong, isn’t she? Man, she just has to meet Granny Rockbell. Turns out that people you fought through hell with years ago can become close and powerful allies. Who knew? Now… what about all these flowers? Back underground in Sloth’s tunnel thaaat’s a decapitated horse. Ok.

So good news: they found the Advance Team! Bad news: they found the Advance Team, meaning they should probably turn around right now. Oh hey, survivors! Let’s grab them and head back to base to debrief or you could kneel down and talk to them in the middle of this massacre. *headdesk* I thought you guys were supposed to be defensive experts? Wouldn’t that entail withdrawing from an area that is clearly Bad News? Aw crap. There’s an eye, and it does not look happy. One of the survivors is screaming about getting rid of the lights, the Shadow ooh so that’s how they survived, it’s like Vashta Nerada where it attacks with shadows. No lights, no shadows. Oh crap it’s those little arms from the intro, put those lights out! It’s coming! It… stopped? Glared away from the panicking soldier and withdrew. Why didn’t it attack? Well whatever, the troops lucked out this time and are taking the survivors back. Maybe Armstrong the Great can get some proper answers out of them. Riza! Dropping off paperwork for Bradley, he’s not around (talking with the Shadow, maybe?) so Mama Bradley takes them for now, she’ll make sure that HOLY LETO SHADOW ARM LOOK OU Wait, what? Selim? What was… Yikes. Ok, so apparently when it’s not butchering soldiers in tunnels, the Shadow’s playing bodyguard for Bradley’s son. Huh. I guess he really does care about his family. Although that’s going to be problematic, if when we try to take Wrath down his kid intervenes with his “imaginary friend”. I don’t suppose we can convince him to side against his poppa? A butler’s taking Selim back to his room, Riza’s complementing Mama Bradley about her kid- [Riza]: “He seems like a really sharp kid.” [Mama Bradley]: “He certainly is. He’s the pride of pride of pride pride pride FUCK “-pride of my life.” RUN. RUN NOW.

the creepy music has started up as Mama Elric says that Selim is “related to my husband” but we know that Bradley is a Goth, Riza starts to panic as she connects the dots, briskly walks away thinking about how Bradley was raised as a test subject without any family, I suppose he could have had Selim with another woman before he married Mama Bradley but the music points towards a darker possibility [Distorted Voice]: “So, you’ve put it all together?” There’s Selim, standing in the hallway behind a stock-still Riza, she recognizes the presence as the same kind of bloodlust when Gluttony tried to kill her. Little Selim just stands there grinning cutely, saying she has nerve to demand answers as little shadow hands spread across the ground. And he’s insulted when she calls him a Homunculus like Gluttony, as if he’s on the same level as that dumb muscle. Yup. Selim Bradley is Pride. “The First Homunculus” wasn’t Uncle, it was this little kid. Craaaaaaaap. Sooooo, yeah. I just went to Tephi’s room and apologized for taking so long with this episode. Like, WOW. I cannot thank you guys enough for not spoiling this. This is… wow. Mid episode pictures of sweet little Selim with a book (aaaaahhh the Elrics met him in the library and had no idea aaaaahhhh) and Pride, a little red-eyed boy grinning madly surrounded by arms and eyes and so many teeth. We’re back to Riza and Pride, and wow Riza’s got some guts to ask questions even now, trying to figure out what Pride means by The First Homunculus (so what does that make Uncle?). Pride’s amused by her question gaaaaah there are arms going up her legs and around her arms and around her neck and touching her cheek no no no. Pride’s asking if she’d consider joining the Goths oh HELL no you are not turning another of my babies into a Goth, she refuses. [Pride]: “So that’s a no? That’s too bad. Oh well.” Riza just got cut across the cheek wait no you can’t kill her she’s a hostage you do that and Roy will burn Central down oh thank Leto it was just Pride being a jerk, Riza calls him out on the wastefulness of killing your hostage and Pride laughs and withdraws. With one final warning that wherever she is, he’ll be watching from the shadows. Well. This is just GREAT. Back to Briggs, a much, much lesser threat is offering Ed a job. Or actually, he’s passing his own job of hunting down the Ishvalan, Amestrian, and Xingian on to Ed. Wait, scratch the Xing Princess, the third job is “carving a crest of blood” at Briggs. Well that sounds like an upstanding and totally-not-evil task! So what- [Kimblee]: “It’s just like what I did in Ishval. It’s very simple; we kill everyone and soak the land with their blood.”

Of course Ed leaps up and begins saying the proper response, but quiets down when he remembers that Winry is with some of Kimblee’s mooks a room over. Kimblee… dude, really? No I don’t think that Ed joined the Military thinking that he’d be massacring innocents, he even says that he joined intending to never kill. Really now, we’ve already seen you butcher superior officers just to hold onto a Philosopher’s Stone, and now you have two. Why are you still supporting the Goths? [Kimblee]: “I’m curious to see how the world will change.” Huh. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, Kimblee has espoused a sort of survival of the fittest philosophy. Humans vs. Goth, which will win in the end? But you’re a human, why help the other- ah, ok. It’s less about Human vs. Goth, more about Kimblee’s total freedom against those of us who think mass murder isn’t the way to do things. Kimblee’s more confused at the idea of Alchemists who aren’t as self-centered as him, as he places… oh boy. There it is, the one thing that Ed and Al set out to find from the very beginning of our story, what they dreamed would solve their problems until they discovered the cost: a Philosopher’s Stone. And Kimblee’s offering it for Ed’s obedience. Faced with the easy way, Ed lowers his head, and then asks to discuss things with his brother and his mechanic. Back in the cell, Kimblee’s listening in as Ed straight up tells Winry she was brought as a hostage. Wow, way to break it gently. Obviously she’s a little confused and upset to learn she’s being used by the bad guys as a restraint for the Elrics. Meanwhile, Al’s shocked to hear that Ed was offered a Philosopher’s Stone, but Ed shuts him down before he can go on about the ingredients. Too much for Winry to hear? Al looks in shock to his older brother who is nearly crying...oh? Ed’s face firmed up and Al squinted his eyes as the Dramatic Music starts up, do they have a plan? Al looks away and tells Ed to do what he wants, the elder brother tells Kimblee that he’s in on the plan. First step - Find Scar, to get vengeance for Winry. As the Alchemists walk away Al tells Winry the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone, then quickly reassures her that they’d never use one, especially when they think there’s another way: May’s Alkahestry. And since she was traveling with Scar, their best bet of finding her is going along with Kimblee’s hunt for now. [Winry]: “I see. Then I guess I had better hurry up and come up with a believable excuse.” Huh? Next day outside of Briggs, Kimblee and the Elric Brothers are getting ready to drive off, when Winry runs up? Oh! She’s inviting herself along as Ed’s mechanic, claiming she needs to be around to spotcheck any issues with the new upgrade! As Ed and Winry fall to squabbling Kimblee resigns himself to Teenage Crush Antics and walks away. Bye, Armstrong the Great! Nice meeting you, hope you get your second army soon to start the revolution! The convoy drives off, Ed worries that things could go badly for the Trio but Winry is determined to not be the Damsel in Distress anymore. Well alright then! Main thing this episode was of course PRIDE, I have to go back and rewrite so many theories once again because of that reveal. Should be an interesting fight! Then we’ve got Ed pretending to go along with Kimblee’s mission for now, we just need to wait for the best moment to turn around and smack down that jerk. Good luck going on the mission Winry, you’re gonna need it.

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 37

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1-1-s1ay-2-2 · 4 years

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I have literally thousands of photos of my children. When they were young and cute, now that they’re grown and beautiful. I could share with you a thousand stories of parenting and the details of my kids’ lives, their faces, their sweet presence.

But I don’t. This is why:

It’s like, “Hey, there’s some strangers on the street corner, I’m gonna go show them some pics of my kids, tell them some stories about my kids, and see what they think. Maybe if I’m super cool, they’ll like the way my kids look in photos and share them with their friends and other random strangers, too.”

Hahajshsjaa...seriously though. Dear parents, do you realize that some creep pedo perv, and according to how popular you’ve made your kid, many creep pedo pervs could be jacking off to all those innocent and precious photos/videos you posted online of your sweet child?

Yeah, that happens. How do you think sickos get their kicks? You think your privacy is protected and weirdos have no access to you and yours. Viewing in the virtual world is still access for their eyes and thoughts and evil intentions. Why do you think porn magazines and porn videos have been so popular in the modern world — because people can be visually stimulated to the point of climax.

It being virtual and not reality doesn’t make it any less dangerous to share your children with strangers. They’re still strangers with who knows what kind of thoughts and intentions. And your children are still children. Why on G-d’s green earth would you subject or expose your child to the world in such a way that you have no control over how the world is interacting with your child?

That’s called exploitation.

Do you fucking realize what that means for your poor, innocent child who you’ve now exploited for personal gain and popularity? Do you fucking realize how sadistic, twisted human minds and hearts could be using, for their disgusting pleasures, the visual imagery of your child that you’ve willingly given to them by posting it to the virtual world, where, whether you realize it or not, will live infinitely, which results in creeps having infinite access to your child?

Forget downloading and screenshotting. Forget saving to personal devices and printing shit out for keeps. Na, the dark side of the web can’t touch you. That kind of bad stuff doesn’t happen to you and yours, right?

Don’t be dumb. Think before posting your kids online. If you must post them online, be smart about it. Create a personal account with limited contacts, all of who you know in real life. Don’t allow sharing of your photos. Also, tell your family and friends on your contact list not to share photos of your kids with anyone on their list of whom you don’t know in real life.

If you post photos, make sure they’re not so revealing of your child. Especially if they are in fact still a child — underage, minor, teen, tween, toddler, infant. No full body photos or photos of your little girls in bathing suits. No baby butts or naked babies. No little boys without shirts.

Parenting is a job. You’re always on call — even while you sleep. It takes a lot of hard work and being proactive. You have to protect your children from a world that would devour them in a second if you didn’t protect them. You gotta be “mama bear” at all times. Here’s to playing it safe and staying real.

#my deaf ears #deafinitelyhear #writing #cyber life #cyber safety #parenting #protecting the images of innocence

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marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches · 5 years

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I found the way Gamora acted in Infinity War really sad. I mean,in the Guardians movies,girl was "An evil planet guy that can warp reality is messing with my friends, I can handle it". But when it comes to Thanos,Gamora is terrified of him to the point of asking Peter to euthanize her. We heard of the awful things he did to her. Besides,I find really interesting that Gamora threatened Mantis with a broken jaw(that hurts),and felt the need to defend her from nonsense Drax said to her.

Wow, these are all really interesting points, parallels, and questions. I apologize that it’s taken me over a week to respond. Winter tends to put me in funk, plus I wanted to take time to really think about the wording of my answer. I do really appreciate any kind messages, especially so unique and respectful. I’ll try to answer both best as possible.

Of course I technically agree that Gamora’s scenes, narrative, lines, and mindset in Infinity War were incredibly sad. “Sad” as in tragic and heartbreaking. But if you mean, the way I think you’re implying, “sad” as in “regressive” or “cowardly” or “out-of-character” (meaning, “It’s so sad how the writers changed and ruined such a good character), I don’t see it that way at all. I think her plan, her actions, and what she sadly made Peter promise were perfectly fitting. It may not seem like it on the surface at first, but it was unbelievably brave and made sense given the circumstances.

In comparing the events to how Gamora reacted to Ego in Volume 2, I understand what you meant, since it’s true that Thanos and Ego are extremely similar in their cruelty, manipulation, using people as tools, disregard for life, twisted versions of love, and overall genocidal nature. ;) But the villains’ goals, and the plots of the films, are still very different, and the situations the Guardians, especially Gamora, are placed in are very different.

For starters, Gamora (and Peter and Nebula and all the others, except for Mantis) had just met Ego. Gamora didn’t fully know or understand what he was capable of, or the extent of his power. Her first thought after finding the skeletons, after learning Ego’s true intentions from Mantis, and realizing Peter was in serious danger, was probably an instant adrenaline rush to save her best friend and do whatever else they could to stop this evil celestial guy. She’s a good and moral person, and at the time was a newly-adjusting hero. There was no time to think or plan, just act. There was literally no reason in that situation for Gamora to ask someone to kill her. Ego wasn’t after her personally, she had no secrets for him to extract from her, and she wasn’t a lifelong expert on his methods and personality, hadn’t been fearing for years him coming back for her. The situation was much different with Thanos, where Gamora knows him inside and out. She knows his game, knows his goals, and knows just how goddamn powerful he is. One conversation with Mantis about Ego isn’t equivalent to a lifetime with Thanos. Ego was a sudden new baddie they had to take down right now (not only because he was torturing Peter, who she loved, but also because, by using Peter as a battery, the expansion and destruction was already taking place without a moment to spare).

And before going back to Thanos, I want to throw in there real quick that even if Gamora did understand more about Ego and had known about him for years, I think her first instinct still would’ve been “take him down, fuck him up” because again, he had Peter. There’s an insane adrenaline high you get when someone you love is in trouble. It doesn’t mean she wasn’t afraid, or knew for certain she could handle it, facing a fucking god. Of course she was scared. It’s natural. But she did it anyway, because getting their friend back was all that mattered. “Leave no one behind. Give me my insufferable, vain, sweet and dorky douche leader and friend BACK, you creep!” She’s extremely protective of our Star-Lord. ;)

But back to the events in Infinity War, I don’t think Gamora reacted that differently. When Thor told them Thanos was headed to Knowhere, Gamora didn’t refuse to help because “I/we can’t handle it.” She didn’t huddle in a corner of her bedroom. She didn’t try to fly the spaceship as far away as possible. She had an extremely similar “Let’s do it!” attitude as she did with Ego, if not a touch more afraid and less confident, for the factors I already mentioned - she knows this monster extremely well, and had probably feared for 4 years him coming for her, for Nebula, for Peter, for her friends and new family. It’s a fear that’s plagued her nightmares for a large chunk of time, and now it could become a reality. And yet she STILL said, “We need to stop Thanos!” not “Count me out.” She knew what they had to do, and wasted no time. Unlike on Ego, they weren’t already on the planet, and they had some traveling to do to get to Knowhere, and that gave her time to think and plan and make Peter swear to do something dreadful if things went badly. IF. Not definitely. IF Thanos captured her. She never said, “If we see Thanos, kill me.” or “Before we get to Knowhere, kill me.” or “I’d rather you kill me than do this mission.” No. It was “If Thanos gets me, kill me.” She didn’t want to die, didn’t say or believe her capture would undoubtedly happen. She just knew it was a possibility. Once they got to Knowhere, she went against Peter’s plans to go right so that she could fight Thanos hands-on, stabbed and tried to kill him herself. She was just as badass and brave as in Volume 1 and Volume 2, against Ronan and Ego.

The only difference you point out is that she asked Peter to kill her, and yes, that was huge and upsetting and awful, but that was only if captured, and again, it wasn’t a cowardly move whatsoever, but an extraordinarily brave and selfless and in-character move. Not only did Gamora refuse to be Thanos’ tool any longer, but she knew that he would be able to get the location of the Soul Stone out of her. She didn’t know that he had Nebula, that he would torture her sister to get the information, but she knew he could get it out of her somehow. Thanos and Gamora both know each other psychologically, so what she made Peter swear, despite breaking her heart (and the audience’s hearts), was one of the smartest, bravest, most tactful plans. It wasn’t her fear overtaking her. I feel like that’s the interpretation of a movie viewer who doesn’t understand what she’s been through or who she is. Honestly, that decision was Gamora looking at the situation logically, a situation she likely never stopped imagining since her escape, and resigning, if captured. It wasn’t because she was scared, it was because she saw it as the only solution to stop him from getting all 6 stones. She was trying to save the universe. To save all those random, innocent lives. So I think it worked.

But ya. Very sad. I still tear up, both watching it, and at all the unspoken implications. :(

Okay, tackling your point about how Gamora treated Mantis in Volume 2 seeming contradictory in different scenes, which shouldn’t take nearly as much time. :P And since you continued it a little bit in your second message, I’ll copy/paste that here so others (and yourself) know what’s what.

Continuing. Okay,Mantis had a scary power activated by touch,but one wouldn’t want to defend someone they threatened with maiming (?) from nonsense like “ugly”. Or maybe I’m missing something. Anyway,I love this blog. 💓💖

Again, interesting point, but I don’t see these two things as contradictory either. Yes, Gamora threatening Mantis with a broken jaw if she read her emotions by touching her was harsh and unnecessary, but…1) It’s possible Gamora was exaggerating and wouldn’t have literally hurt Mantis, and2) Even if Gamora was dead serious, and would have reacted violently if her privacy was invaded that way, literally breaking Mantis’ jaw or arm, Gamora had just met Mantis and didn’t instantly trust her, and3) Gamora is (even moreso back in the beginning of Volume 2) an extremely closed-off and private person, with very complicated emotions, and has been constantly training herself to hide and guide those emotions practically her entire life. To Peter, Mantis reading his emotions was odd and awkward and embarrassing. To Gamora, it was more than scary, it was fucking terrifying. No one is allowed inside her head. It seemed at the time, the only person she ever opened up to was Peter, and even then she had a lot of communication issues and was deflecting very often, still keeping so much hidden. It was a natural reaction to “If I touch your wrist, I’ll know what you’re feeling.” In Gamora’s eyes, pre-romantic-relationship, pre-major-events-of-Volume 2, has-only-been-out-of-Thanos-clutches-for-a-few-months Gamora’s eyes, that’s a big fuck no you don’t. It was an in-the-moment reaction, but it didn’t mean that she hated Mantis or deep down really wanted to hurt her. It was simply her first instinct to stop this stranger from getting into her brain, especially in front of an audience (Peter and Drax). Gamora doesn’t even understand her own emotions, she’s not gonna have them spelled out by this weirdo. :P

Cut ahead to later when Gamora is softer to her and says, “You’re not ugly” and scolds Drax - I think that was fine and fitting. I know not much time had passed, and at this point Gamora was trusting Ego even less, so a viewer might think by extension, Gamora was trusting Mantis less. And I think that’s a little bit true, since she admitted she could tell Mantis was hiding something, but Gamora could also probably sense that Mantis was genuine in her naivete and innocence, and was being used and brainwashed by Ego much like how Gamora and Nebula always were by Thanos. Aside from that, Gamora is just kind and sweet toward those that seem like they need defending, or those who are childlike and innocent (her sweet and precious goodbye to Baby Groot when they first left Berhert that morning to go with Ego rings a bell). Gamora and Drax disagree and bicker a lot, as do all the Guardians, and Gamora just instantly wanted to protect this poor girl from his bluntness, from anyone needlessly hurting her feelings. Gamora’s a nice person, despite how she can often become cold and defensive, and wouldn’t tolerate Mantis touching her and using her powers without permission. (Plus, Gamora didn’t scream at Drax, just gave him a ‘Hey, come on, that’s not nice’ glare and tone.) Both scenarios, again, felt natural.

WOW, that was a way longer response than was probably warranted, but your messages made me think a lot! I hope I expressed this well. If I think of any more points, I’ll add them later. I’m sorry again that these friggin’ essays took almost 2 weeks. I don’t want to seem like a hypocrite, excitedly telling folks in my FAQ to please send me messages, and than seeming like I don’t pay them much attention. I’m just a procrastinator, especially during this horrid season. ;)

Thank you so much for the sudden messages, and saying that you love the blog! I’m super glad! Very appreciated and flattering. It’s neat to learn that you value my opinion enough to send me these thoughts and questions! ^_^

(I’ll respond to your newer message about that infamous scene with Peter on Titan, and how Gamora likely would’ve reacted if the roles were reversed, at a later time. Probably Sunday. I hope that’s all right. Take care!)

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adamarinayu · 5 years

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I have yet another question, sorry. Is Pikappa bad?

Never be sorry, friendo!

This is a very opinion-based question, so if someone disagrees with me I am truly sorry but in my opinion and those of my friends in the discord; yes.

Explanation below.

The plotline is convoluted and not very good in the first place, the characters backstories are twisted, PK’s origin is redone, Uno’s entire character has been assassinated by the writers and replaced with a fake, and Donald and Uno’s friendship has been absolutely destroyed and broken down from “sarcastic and sassy, but caring, partners” to “overcontrolling weirdo-creep boss and hapless employee”.

Okay no but seriously what they did to Uno, and Uno and Donald’s friendship, is one of my biggest problems with the series, terrible plot aside.

Let me put this a way anyone who’s been on my blog for more than two seconds can understand… you know how I’m Donald/Uno trash?

In Pikappa, I actually think they shouldn’t even be friends, the relationship has been ruined just that much and Uno’s character completely undone. Everything that makes him human in PKNA? Gone. No funny quips, no sassmastering, no teasing, no playful banter, nothing.

You remember these?

(Just three out of many examples of Donald and Uno’s relationship in PKNA and can I just say Uno expressions (especially the last one) give me life)

Yeah, well, here’s what Pikappa did, courtesy of the Discord server;

I’m sorry but this is creepy as heck.

Oh yeah they also cursed us with holographic Uno with no fashion sense whatsoever;

I don’t care that he looks almost exactly like the Android Uno design I use more often than not, those shoulder pads are a crime against humanity and honestly this image is just cursed.

The only thing I can say I legitimately liked about Pikappa was they showed us a non-evil Due/Two. I just wish his being good didn’t come at the cost of Uno’s characterization and humanity.

#Ask #Paperinik #Pikappa #No but #Like #If you disagree that's fine #But I hate it

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arkus-rhapsode · 5 years

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I was wondering if you were planning on doing EZ reviews. I personally think if you get past the Erza clone and the similarities in looks with some characters that the story is very well and actually has a better plot than FT did.

So I’m going to give my surface level response on this and I will be fair on my stance like I usually try to. In the most general term, I don’t really review a series I don’t care about. If you notice I haven’t done a review of Black Clover in a while, its mainly cause this current arc is something I don’t really care about and it would feel like a drain on both me and my audience to here that each week. I’m sure my audience and EZ fans probably don’t wanna hear me belly ache about the series week to week.

This series really does show me that its made for people who like Hiro Mashima’s work. And if you do, more power to you, but your probably not going to enjoy my usually dissecting review style.

So right here I’m going to give my thoughts on the series to this point, and I wanna start positively. I do agree that the plot to Eden’s Zero is much better structured than FT’s once you get past the Elsie stuff. The four star shine robots plot to get to Mother actually seems like a good plotting out of how to take this story. It really reminds me of finding the four rave’s.

I also think I’ve mentioned this back in my former reviews, but the setting to is also interesting too, and forces world building. Though, I’d like them to experience the world rather than Witch just read of a synopsis of the world. Yeah having an internet in the world does kinda kill the sense of adventure.

And I will also say that I’m happy that most the cast has motivation unlike most of FT.

And with that we lead into my problems with the story. First as I mentioned, the the plot does have better structure once you get past the Elsie stuff, the problem is that before that the pacing and plot seems really really slow, very confused, and then introduces such a high concept like time being eaten and going to other worlds in the past. While I do appreciate Hiro trying for a slower pace in the beginning, he’s doesn’t use it interestingly. He could take this time to explain the government or how these cosmos work? Is there king of space? Could the cosmos be cut up like the blues in One Piece? Or how about my biggest question, WHAT THE FUCK IS ETHER GEAR?! No we need more time travel and friendship!

Then there’s the first arc with this whole sister stuff. I will give credit that Rogue Out as villains aren’t too bad. Jin is obviously the best because he might heel turn, the sumo looking guy isn’t overtly evil, which was nice, and I could kinda get into Sister’s whole thing of just doing what she is paid to do as a motivation. But all villains except them are the usual Hiro Mashima bland weirdos with no characterization.

This Illega guy, I was expecting maybe a twist with him and why he has a collection of girls was maybe something subversive. Maybe he is trying to bring back tourism to his planet and by kidnapping B-cubers he was going to make them make the planet more entertaining, I mean Rebecca had a whole chapter praising them as coming up with fun things to do. Maybe he has a child who has an ether gear that made them look human and left him after the planet got closed off saying they’ll become a B-cuber, so he’s kid napping B-cubers to see if that one is her and that stuff that makes them stone should make his child reveal her true form.

No, he’s just a creep who likes turning women into furniture. Because… And that guy Wise’s intro arc who is just a common thug with his leg fetish brothers.

So I can’t call that story well done. If it takes till the Elsie arc to actually get to the plot actually moving forward and that this current arc is this bland and boring arc with everything being in the morally black, its not interesting.

How about the characters? Well, Shiki I’ll at least be fair, is actually gotten better than Natsu mainly cause he’s trying to be proactive. I’ll even give his gravity power at least seems to have more creativity than the generic fire dragon magic. But he’s such a confused and bland character. I mentioned this in my review chapter 1, Shiki’s strongest aspect is his social awkwardness and how that related to being raised around machines in a fantasy park. But he wants Shiki to be like your usual big damn hero whenever the time comes for him to look cool.

I recently watched an interesting piece on how My Hero’s Deku and Black Clover’s Asta represented two different types of shounen protagonists and ways to take a story. With Deku being a representation of the protagonist who needs to grow physically and emotionally into the pillar of his world that can inspire and fufil his dream, while Asta already is the pillar of his world who already can inspire and needs to earn recognition. Both of these types of protagonist are fine, but Shiki is trying to be both of them and it results in none of them. He seemingly needs to grow into a person who can actually get a ton of friends, but he also is apparently the kid who will rock the universe. It just results in a confused character, why does he act like such an idiot when he’s completely competent in action scenes?

And what makes him endearing? Say robots have a heart? Dude all the robots in this series have shown the ability to make expression and have emotion. We saw an android walk the street in chapter 2! Why do machines act like Shiki just told them the word of god after he says they have a heart, they all emote. Look at Pino and especially Witch, they’re displaying a range of emotion. Its not like they look like a cyberman who talks mechanically.

He’s just confused and unfortunately falls always back into that friendship shit as his only motivator instead of possibly addressing the trauma or adding a layer on how he won’t lose other people and what that feels like for him. The only time it really felt like he was living up to that emotionally stunned guy, was when he was beating the shit out of Illega to the point that Pino needed to shut him off, because I’m sure this kid can’t handle the emotion of anger quite yet in this situation.

Rebecca I think is worse though. I don’t know why people like her other than her design. Her personality is essentially jelly that can be morphed into whatever you want to fit the situation. She’s perverted in some scenes, but then doesn’t like perversion? I mean, she gets two guns in her hands and looks like a moron shooting randomly. Like is that badass? Is this what a female character has to do to be considered cool now?

I don’t consider her a rip off of Lucy, because Lucy actually had a character. Had a personality. No she is more a rip off of Elie from Rave, right down to the shooting shit up part. Only Elie made sense cause she was actually really unhinged thanks to the fact that she had no memories. But she got over it! She developed. Outside of her one past flashback with Happy, nothing about her is that interesting. I’ll also give her that she now just gets ether gear and its something she clearly can’t control yet, so there is room for improvement.

Wise, is actually an okay character. He’s got a cool concept of a guy from the past who is an inventor living in the future. I think his only weakness is that his ether gear is stupidly OP.

Pino is… Just and ornament that looks cute. You want your daughteru character to latch onto Shiki, here. Hell, I have bet going with a friend of mine that Pino will get some upgrade and she’ll have the body of a hot teenage girl. Its not that I hate here idea of having her memory erased, but the more I see of her and to more I hear about this robots have a heart makes me wish Michael came along.

Yeah, missed opportunity, cause Michael is not only a foil to Shiki and his adoptive brother, but he also doesn’t have a humanoid face. Meaning he doesn’t get convey true emotion so he actually seems like a robot. He actually seems like he’d have a character arc about discovering wanting to be more and more human. People would call Shiki weird calling a robot his “brother” and Michael never thought about it and we know there are multiple models of Michael. Imagine how fucking devastating it would be to see yourself mass produced. Imagine he actually gets to the point that he wants a humanoid face, because he wants to emote.

No we get Pino, who basically is Carla, but lacks any of thee enjoyable sass. Because we didn’t have enough sidekicks on this cast. Also we learn EMP is how to shut off ether gear, great, this is like if Usopp just had sea-prism stone on him at all times.

Then there’s Homura, she’s awful too. I’ll at least give Rebecca that she’s likable, but Homura she is personalitiy-less and has the worse character gimmick I think I’ve seen. Its not funny, its dumb. She can also use this ether gear too, and its a sword that was apparently passed down-its fucking 10 commandments. She also just walked into this story, like wha…? I’d be fine if she was like hunting the Eden’s Zero ship and watched it take off on Bluegarden, but no, Homura just came along cause she conveniently met Wise.

I’ll give her credit that the sword fighting looks cool, and I understand why people might like her cause that actually seems like something badass, but as a character she just feels tacked on.

Then there’s witch who is basically just the older sister character.

Elsie is not awful actually. She actually is a lot different from Erza and I actually would like to follow the space pirates more than I would want these random travelers. Also quick question, why do they still have the Eden’s Zero looking like a pirate ship? I mean, it looks cool, but these fuckers are not pirates, not even close. Oh wait, I know! We needed to rip off captain Harlock some more.

I’m not going to even talk about the potential love square with Shiki, Rebecca and Lavilla/Labilla, possibly Esie and Homura (?) cause one credit to FT was it wasn’t a harem, and Rave used a character like Celia and Beruka to more add an extra layer to the relationship of Elie and Haru. SO hoping Hiro avoids that.

So yeah if this rant has probably showed you, I don’t think EZ is all that great. But if you like it, fine I get that. I just have no interest in really talking about it week to week as even though I got down on FT, the beginning of the series was still something I enjoyed and I wanted to talk about how the current stuff had turned out. But EZ has no, beginning I liked. So I just don’t feel like I should be talking about it week to week.

#ezero #edens zero

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liveanddiehappy · 6 years

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God Tier

* Endless Summer: Although the last book was short and ended suddenly, the series itself was a treasure. We had a badass MC, a complex plot, compelling love interests (each with their own cross to bear) and a diverse set of characters we all fell in love with.

* Bloodbound: Words cannot describe how amazing this book is. I love all the Love interests, MC is a strongwilled badass, and the plot itself is so easy to get sucked into. Plus, we all know vampires are classic and fun.

* It Lives: Last chapter was awful, I will admit, but even that monstrosity of our friends not mourning us cannot outshine all the times this story snatched our wigs. Not to mention, we got another badass MC (noticing a pattern with the god tiers?), very diverse group of friends, and even important issues such as bullying are covered.

* Perfect Match: PM wasn’t one of my favorites, but let me tell you why it still made God Tier: 1) For once, we can have more female LI than men...which is huge for choices. 2) There are what, 16 different personality types? It seems like each Hayden is unique which is fucking rad. 3) The plot twist at the end had us all shook. Fuck, the whole book had us shook when we realized it was full of action instead of being a robot romance like we expected! 4) BADASS MC.

Good Tier

* Veil of Secrets: I’m a sucker for murder mysteries. I love the plot of the book and how swiftly everything is moving alone. Also, I’m secretly hoping that MC is evil and behind everything and that’s why she’s being interrogated, cause wow that would be a plot twist-

* The Freshman: Not the whole series, but the actual Freshman books. They were actually pretty good and drama filled (and realistic college drama - not ‘oh this poorly dressed weirdo and his friend were ok with setting me on fire cause of this evil inner circle club). Plus MC had a personality and her own problems that didn’t pertain to her friends 24/7 which was nice. OH, also, remember how they used to give us different free outfits for different occasions? Good times.

* The Crown and the Flame: Medieval Fantasy with fearless, badass characters. Need I say more?

* America’s most Eligible: Everyone gets to be thirsty and evil/sweet/extra thirsty depending on what you choose....oh, and it seems like our choices actually matter, which is cool. Oh, and DOUBLE OH, we finally get the option to customize a female LI.

* The Haunting of Braidwood Manor: Unique story, troubled ghost family not knowing a single thing, and a MC who is brave and determined. Love it. Also, the music along with the mom makes me creeped out (in a good way).

Mid Tier

* The Royal Romance: I’m sorry. I love the love interests and MC is great, but I know we all can agree the repetitive plot line gets really old really quick. If I was queen and married already I’d probably place this series in the good tier. But I’m not so...

* Red Carpet Diaries: The only thing super memorable about this book is the one time they made Victoria abusive and then had to change it. I have fun playing it to waste time though.

* Love Hacks: The characters are adorable and it’s fun to play...but it’s also not the type of story that leaves you hanging and dying to know what happens next.

* Most Wanted: I’ll probably get lynched for this, but whatever. The idea of MW is fun, I love playing games where I’m the detective (like cause of death!) but honestly, I would’ve preferred It if we didn’t know the killer. It would’ve been cool to investigate and look at potential suspects and then interrogate them and all that.

* Hero: The more I played Hero, the more fun it was...but I feel like overall it was just an “okay” book. Fun to play, but also no big deal.

Bad Tier

* High School Story: Book 1 was enjoyable, but book 2 and (especially) 3 were so bad it outshined book 1. Also, I’m really pissed that we’re playing as a 14 year old in the new book, and I’m going to be SUPERFUCKINGPISSED if we get HSS4 instead of PM2 or BB2. I wish they’d create a new series instead of the same series with different characters...😒

* The Sophomore: At this point, we realized we were going to be playing until graduation. The book lost its ‘touch’ and instead became a dragged out mess.

* The Junior: They stopped giving a shit and just want us to graduate already.

Shit Tier

* Rules of Engagement: Ok, I know most of us already know why this book sucks, but let me explain it just in case someone is curious. To begin, MC has no personality. None. The LI for MC are bland and also, ALL MALE. I liked the idea we could name all the characters, but I didn’t even use that feature and gave everyone the default names. 😂 Brother and Party Sister were the most fun to play as, but unfortunately MC was...well, the MC lol and we were stuck with her. Plus the grandma did Violet dirty which was shitty. OH AND WHO THE FUCK FORGIVES AN ATTEMPTED MURDER ATTEMPT? APPARENTLY MC!

* Home for the Holidays: Why did this book have 10 chapters and go past Xmas while THOBM had only 6? What the hell was PB thinking? Anyways, this book is fun to play if you want to make MC a dumb asshole, but if you’re expecting a good read this isn’t the place to go lol

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