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hazyla · 13 days

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Woah woah, okay. So I just finished spirit of justic except for the special episode. Current thoughts from a foggy memory:

realizing this post is super long so it’s under the break, also soj spoilers

Implied that Phoenix and gumshoe correspond on their own when Phoenix mentions something to Edgeworth. When he’s questioned about it he just says something like “I have my sources…” and Edgeworth tells him to inform his source of a paycheck cut.

Even though Athena got a case of her own to do I feel like she didn’t have as strong of a presence and idk man balancing three lawyers kind of a crazy move

I found rayfa oddly charming because of her silly insults

Not utter dogshit but I see why people generally dont like dual Destinies and spirit of justice as much

My mom misses gumshoe

I did not call the queen being powerless like at all

if there’s another ace attorney game I want a dedicated scene about Apollo and Trucy getting told the truth

Hard to pick a favorite case but I think I liked case 2 and turnabout storyteller just bc it was pretty fun. Also can not believe Athena’s case was the super short filler one!

would’ve appreciated more Maya

cannot believe they just added on characters that were never previously mentioned. Oh yeah, there’s a secret fourth group gramarye member. Apollo? He actually has a brother and was left behind by his foster father at about fifteen or so.

Did the archaeologist guy just… steal a bunch of shit from Adrian’s exhibit? He had literally everything. Good god I wonder how he felt about that scroll having gravy on it

on the plane ride back why did Trucy sit (and fall asleep on) Edgeworth instead of idk her father. What did Athena really want to sit there or something. It’s very cute but also why

Actually Maya and Edgeworth should’ve sat next to eachother on the plane so they can debate about plumed punisher. “You gave away your one of a kind steal samurai themed watch FOR A RIPOFF KEYCHAIN” and then he throws her off the plane (personally, of the belief he would throttle ms inmee [not actually])

about that, it’s so funny to me that he ranted about the show to Datz, a guy he just met and is a revolutionary

Need to mention that Edgeworth’s cravat gets attacked by a dog, I don’t even have a comment I just need to iterate that fact

The breakdown scenes were fun and dynamic but idk I didn’t care for them that much

kind of thought they were gonna channel Apollo’s dad Jove fucking justice

It was funnier when I, for a split second, assumed that since nobody knew the name of his father that Apollo chose his last name to be Justice.

just now realizing that Apollo who shares a namesake with the god of music has two musician parents now

I am so happy that the 3d sprites look better than in dual destinies I don’t know if I could take it if they looked like that again

My mom’s favorite character design is Rayfa’s (but her favorite character is Susato who has nothing to do with soj)

Maya should get an “I survived TWO kidnapping” shirt because everyone wants leverage over Phoenix.

From what I saw online before playing the game I thought nahyuta would be super insanely awful, and then they introduce him as a level headed guy. Then I think oh he seems okay, and then he tells Apollo to go to the depths of hell and that he’ll be reincarnated as a piece of shit

When investigating phoenix tells Edgeworth that he think’s he’d like a gaudy house, to which Edgeworth is offended. And then Phoenix makes fun of him for his bright red sports car in his mind.

Would’ve loved a reference to some older characters, like Iris who is just like never brought up again. Anyways, what’s with spirit channeling families and being super fucked up

i am so sorry to say that Apollo looked like really good in that one cg with his hair antenna down (the one where he almost drowned) (not my best moment)

How in the world did Apollo survive as a teenager? If dhurke left him 10 or so years before this he’d be about fifteen? Did he just get dropped off at a boarding school, who the hell took care of him and how did he become a lawyer.

Why didn’t Amara just resume the throne herself? Idk if I totally missed something but isn’t she still a rightful heir

Khura’in spent EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS ON A LIE. THEY WERE DONATIONS. AND FIVE YEARS OF LABOR (Amara’s tomb)

So funny to me that nahyuta drags Ema around everywhere like a little ragdoll back and forth country to country

The pun names in this one were wild 🤪 (suggested emoji)

oh god what if Edgeworth and rayfa were to talk about plumed punisher

Yeah we’re back to this, edgey’s sitting in a rebel hideout with lizards hanging from the ceiling and he watches the plumed punisher??? I kinda forgot the timeline but either Maya is currently kidnapped or dhurke’s in jail “oh okay I’ll stay behind” “let’s turn on the tv” “what the fucj is this”

One time phoenix’s phone went off and I jumped out of my seat because I also have the steal samurai theme as my damn ringtone

I get that it’s just fun sprite stuff but where does nahyuta get all his necklaces? How does his floating ribbon work?

In aa4 with my vague recollection, there’s a scene that kind of made me assume Ace attorney definitely took place in some weird fantasy land that coexisted with real world. (It was something that had to do with the founding fathers? And apollo “yes I know what America is” justice, like they currently don’t live there. It was some exchange during the case where klavier’s guitar blows up). Guess how surprised I was when oh golly now they’re full blown Americans!

since I mentioned aa4 and I already got off track everytime my mom hears that song (which Apollo made his ringtone) she complains about it and gets bad flashbacks. She told me everytime she hears a piano arrangement she thinks about the case. Maybe it wore off by now but it was her version of blue badger

Uendo was my favorite witness

Yeah I don’t think I have anything else to say, what a nice note to it on.

Nope I remembered something, queen ga’ran made me want to use the royal we.

#haz text #ace attorney #spirit of justice #long post #soj spoilers #apollo justice trilogy

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lizard-shifter-noms · 2 months

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 6 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I doubted I could sleep at all yet anyway.

“I could? I mean i was lying on the floor for a few hours over midday so i'm not tired at all right now”

At my input Arthur stared at me with a sour face, he probably expected me to murder all of them in their sleep or something.

Rikaad however seemed to mull it over, looking at Arthur as well.

“How about you and Arthur take the first shift? In case one of you nods off without noticing there's still another person on the lookout”

This did seem like a good solution but the problem was that Arthur did not like me at all, so I didn't know how being the only two awake would go.

Rikaad winked Robin over to him and the two settled down in a sort of two person pile to sleep.

“Goodnight!”

Came the enthusiastic but still tired shout from Robin who settled Down after Rikaad put an arm over his face to shut him up.

It sort of backfired as Robin grabbed the offending appendage and pulled it to himself to use as a pillow.

Not wanting to seem creepy I stared into the woods, eyes and ears alert for whatever would dare come near the smaller men.

I realized that previous to this I had not watched my back at all while sleeping and considered myself lucky that nothing had happened.

But there was nothing I could do about it now.

Looking at Arthur for a second who seemed to avoid looking into my eyes, I decided to just sit in silence again.

“... So how did you end up this big? I overheard you saying a curse?”

Turning around I faced Arthur again, he seemed nervous.

I had not expected him to speak to me for the entire duration of this trip.

“Yeah i somehow got this stupid thing stuck on me”

I tapped the bracelet to show what I meant.

“But i'm not going to mess with it, i'm not keen on dying to some haywire magic”

He chewed his lip, seemingly debating with himself for a bit.

“Robin said you just stole Bread? Not…. anything of more value?”

Well considering how that lady screamed when she saw me it would be Assumed that I had stolen gold or something.

“Well No, i'm not big on thievery i just take what i actually need and not more”

He still had trouble looking at my face so he stared into the dark abyss that the nightly forest provided absent from our campfire.

“So this entire stupid thing is over a loaf of bread? Im such an idiot”

He put his hands over his face and fell over backwards from his sitting position.

Not knowing what to do as I had sparse people skills at best I decided to ask him why he followed me into the forest.

“Why'd you run after me into the woods anyway? Usually nobody goes there on account of it being too dangerous”

There was silence on his end for a few seconds and he shifted to gently grip the wound on his side with a slightly pained expression.

“...I… there are some expectations for prospective Guards, for me and Robin even more so we got into the school on a lucky whim, so we had some stupid standards to uphold and letting anyone get away would mean that we'd be thrown onto the streets once more if not worse”

So he ran after me because the alternative could be worse.

I was no stranger to how Guards treated someone they deemed a failure, I had seen it many times when an apprentice was ‘punished’ for something completely stupid.

“At least you have more guts than the actual guards, none of them EVER followed me into the forest”

He whipped his head around and looked at me surprised.

“What? But they are Guards! They should have? Why didn't they? As a Guard it's expected to sometimes do things you don't want to!”

I think i gave him a crisis or something, Fuck.

Better not tell him about the other corrupt stuff i had witnessed over time.

Until later then, if the confused and upset mutterings were anything to go by.

Staring off into the woods again my view panned over the various plants.

I occasionally glanced back to either Arthur who was still muttering about Guard duties or to Rikaad and Robin who were sleeping peacefully curled over each other.

Sometimes I shifted my view up to the moon, watching it rise on the star speckled sky.

I continued to sit in silence just watching my surroundings and carefully listening to whatever sounds the Forest made.

Arthur apparently did not want to talk anymore, but he was probably preoccupied with the fact that I told him that some of the Guards were cowards.

I was fine with that as it left more room to focus on everything else.

Arthur’s head snapped to every noise that came from the dark and imposing trees.

I could tell he was on edge judging by the way he flinched at sudden noises and he still held a hand over the wound he received today.

“Are you okay? Does the wound hurt?”

I did not want him dying or anything while on my shift, the other two would kill me.

“Im fine its just stinging a bit from the cold”

He threw some more wood onto the fire and shifted closer to it.

I couldn't really tell how cold it was.

Since I became a giant I did not seem to feel as much temperature anymore, but if the small puffs of breath coming from my mouth meant anything it was really cold.

“Yeah what is up with that anyway? Its spring so why the fuck is it snowing?”

It was truly bizarre that the weather had gotten this frigid, but maybe it was just the higher altitude.

Arthur was still throwing even more wood into the fire until it was twice the size it was before.

“No idea, but i hope it gets warmer soon, i don't have the right clothing for this shit”

I could see that much was true, he was sort of hugging himself while small clouds escaped from between his lips.

Since he did not want me anywhere near him I instead took my handkerchief out and offered it to him so he could use it as a blanket.

At first he flinched when he saw my hand coming closer and put his fingers on his sword, but when he saw that I only offered some fabric he cautiously and slowly took it.

Instead of wrapping it around himself like I thought he would, he went over to Robin and Rikaad instead and draped the fabric over them as a blanket.

He sat back down in his spot next to the fire holding his hands out to the flames.

We sat in silence until the moon was at its highest point and Rikaad suddenly got up.

I would forever deny that I flinched as he got up.

“I believe it is our turn now, you can go to sleep if you'd like”

He shook Robin gently, who in turn complained about having to get up.

The Rusthead even went as far as to bury himself in the blanket.

Rikaad seemed to only now notice the piece of fabric and swiveled his head to look at me.

Neither of us said anything and he went back to waking up Robin, who finally but reluctantly got up.

“I'd rather keep sleeping”

He complained but went over to sit next to Rikaad regardless.

I debated if I even could sleep, I knew at least one of them didn't like me, and I still didn't know what to think about Rikaad.

The dark haired boy continued to puzzle me but I guessed that it was the strict Guard training that made him weird.

At least I hoped so, I did not want to end up dead because of this.

Lying down a short ways away I turned my back to the fire and tried to sleep.

Nodding off was not easy as I always felt like someone was watching me but after some time I finally managed to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to something tickling my nose.

Pulling my arm over my face and opening my eyes I saw that it was Robin who had taken a long leaf of grass and was tickling me with it.

I sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“There are normal ways to wake someone up, you know?”

The Rusthead just grinned at me.

“I know, but this is funnier”

Arthur popped his head up from behind the fallen log he had sat on yesterday.

“It won't be as funny if he ends up sneezing on you, well for you anyway”

Rikaad seemed to appear out of nowhere to interject with his own opinion.

“Arthur you literally his behind that Log to avoid any consequences and then told Robin to go ahead”

While it was rather funny in retrospect I was sure we had to get moving sometime so I stood up all the way, stretching my arms over my head.

“Well I guess you woke me up to get going? Or did the plan suddenly change?”

I was only half joking, I knew they could turn on me when I least expected it, but this was kinda my fault so I felt obligated to help them.

“We are still heading away from the mountain so get your stuff and then we'll leave”

Rikaad turned towards the other two and I went to pick up my Handkerchief that had been used as a blanket yesterday.

I noted that someone had neatly folded it but said nothing about it and just pocketed it instead.

Walking after the three Humans proved to be just as slow as yesterday, which was still rather annoying.

Taking slow shuffling steps after them meant I had to be careful to not step on them.

Aside from the damage that would cause it would be really awkward, hell even thinking about it was awkward as it technically shouldn't be possible.

Ignoring what they talked about amongst themselves, I instead paid attention to the surroundings, especially the floor.

At some point Robin motioned for me to bend down.

“I don't wanna walk anymore. Can you carry me?”

I sort of expected this from him already, so I held my hand on the ground for him to climb on trying to ignore the death glare Arthur sent me.

Cupping the little rusthead closer to my chest I continued slowly walking after the other two.

Arthur seemed to not like me, even after I tried my best to be friendly yesterday, and I still did not know what to think of Rikaad.

He was quite the unusual character, his movements were sharp even when walking, but not in a choppy sort of way, more like a precise knife, he walked with purpose.

Rikaad was by far the one I most feared out of the group, I somehow had no doubt he would manage to cut my throat or something.

I decided to do my best to ignore it and instead focus on my environment.

The trees here looked a bit weird, but then again the entire forest was supposed to be sorta fucked up.

I did not recognize any of the trees either, they had pretty normal looking stems but the leaves were an off white greenish color and seemed to be covered in something, a fungus maybe?

“What is this stuff? It looks disgusting”

Arthur piped up from somewhere in front of us and pointed to the ground that was also starting to be covered in that white stuff like a fine layer of cloth.

I was so preoccupied with examining the weird stuff that I did not notice how utterly still Robin had become in my hand.

From somewhere left of us I heard weird clicking and hissing noises.

Turning to face whatever made such sounds I saw a massive spider, and when I say massive I mean it.

The thing was a bit bigger than a horse so even with my new height this thing was larger than usual.

That was definitely not good.

If I recalled correctly, spiders ate about anything they could catch in their nets.

Oh so that's what the white stuff was, Fuck.

Well I could deal with one of those, maybe I could just stomp on it or kick it away as far as possible.

Those plans however went out the window as more of these Spiders approached just as Arthur and Rikaad ran to seek shelter next to me.

I counted about twelve of these Arachnid monsters, too many to fight.

Arthur was panicking and clinging to my leg begging Rikaad to come up with something.

“Fuck fuck fuck how do we get out of this?? Rikaad please tell me you have a plan”

Rikaad however seemed to have no idea what to do, and I also tried to think of something.

Run away? While a good option the others would never be able to keep up with me and Robin had passed out the moment he saw a spider.

Could I carry them all? I only had two hands and there were three people so there was no way to hold onto any of them securely enough to sprint away.

As the spiders drew closer making those wretched clicking noises instinct took over, and the next thing I knew was that Robin was in my mouth and I gripped both of the other young men, one in each hand running as far away as possible from those creatures.

I heard shouting from the hand that held Arthur and he tried to bite me.

Luckily he only managed to get to my calloused thumb.

“SPIT HIM OUT! SPIT HIM OUT! I KNEW IT I KNEW IT WAS A DUMB IDEA TO TRUST A GIANT! SPIT! HIM! OUT!”

Well right now with spiders chasing us that sadly wasn't possible and I couldn't even respond to anything with my mouth currently occupied by the rusthead.

Rikaad was strangely silent but a glance over to my other hand told me that this was because only his legs dangled free of my grip, his entire upper half covered by my fingers.

Adrenaline carried me a good distance away from the spider nets but I kept running until I saw no webs at all anymore, not even from a distance.

Falling to my knees in a grassy field as the adrenaline left, I put my hands on the ground in front of me, letting go of the two young men.

Arthur scrambled upright, fumbling for his sword as Rikaad slowly got up.

I did not pay attention to them and instead fished a bedraggled looking Robin out of my mouth.

He was moving, which meant he had been back to consciousness for a while now.

I hoped I had not scared him, but judging by the fact that he just tried to wipe the saliva off instead of screaming he was probably fine.

Just as I set him on the ground someone screamed his name.

“ROBIN!”

Arthur bolted over to Robin, encasing him in a hug, not caring that he got a bit slimy as well.

Rikaad also moved over to where the two sat and stared at me, his eyes even icier than before but I still could not tell what he was thinking.

Was he angry? Did he regret asking me to tag along? In the end he said nothing and instead moved to kneel next to Robin.

I was still panting and sweating a bit from the adrenaline rush and the sprint I had just done to get away from the oversized arachnids, so I was not expecting to get stabbed in my outer thigh while kneeling on the ground.

“YEOWCH! What was that for?”

Arthur had snuck up on me and embedded his knife in my upper leg.

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT FOR! YOU TRIED TO EAT ROBIN YOU Imbecilic BASTARD!”

Imbecilic??? Imbecilic??? Was that what he thought of me? That I was just a dull Idiotic Imbecile??

And he didn't even grasp that I only did it to save all of our asses! Idiot!

“I DIDN'T! BUT I ONLY HAVE TWO HANDS BUT IF IT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH I WOULD HAVE LEFT YOU THERE!”

“AS IF I WOULD BELIEVE THAT! I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW NOT TO TRUST A GIANT BASTARD–”

He did not get to finish his sentence as we were interrupted by an even louder voice.

“CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP??”

I was a bit taken aback by Rikaad’s loud shout, I did not expect him to have such strong vocal cords.

But it sure worked as he intended as both of us were stunned into silence as he walked over to us.

Looking at him it was like someone had set his usually icy gray eyes on fire as he stared at both of us.

Then his gaze froze over again, surprising me and apparently Arthur who had shrunk back when Rikaad came over.

“Please dont argue, i know we are all stressed from wandering around this forest especially after what just happened”

Arthur tried to interrupt him but was waved off by Rikaad.

“I'm not done speaking, also Arthur if you think logically if he had truly planned to eat Robin do you think he would have spat him out?”

Arthur just looked away and mumbled something I could not make out, he seemed to feel bad all of a sudden after being rebuked by the taller male.

Rikaad then turned to face me.

I reflexively straightened my back as he looked at me.

I don't know why I did that as I had no guard training but something compelled me to do it anyway.

“And Donovan? Please never do such a thing again”

I could only nod, I really hadn't wanted to in the first place but it was the only thing I could come up with at the time.

“Don't plan to, it's not something i wanted to do but my brain did not have any other ideas, also sorry for grabbing you”

He just nodded curtly at me and went back to Robin who was still trying to get all the slime out.

I looked at Arthur who stared back at me with quite a weird expression I could not place.

I decided to ignore him and my still bleeding cut for now and check on Robin, though while standing up I couldn't help a spiteful comment.

“Stupid bitch”

He did not respond and just sat there instead.

Going over to Robin I took out my Handkerchief again and offered it to him so he could wipe the rest of the saliva off.

He gladly took it and started trying to get the slime out of his hair.

“Thank you”

He reminded me a bit of a wet kitten with his short ginger hair sticking up in all directions.

Rikaad stood next to him seemingly as if nothing was wrong.

He was staring at Arthur and looking over I could see that he had just flopped onto his back, lying in a patch of grass limbs spread out like a star.

I went the opposite direction to a decently sized patch of wildflowers and started plucking the edible ones out of the ground, some were angrily stuffed into my mouth right away, others were put in a small heap near my knees.

I would bring those over to the small humans when I had calmed down a bit.

I just hoped Arthur would not accuse me of trying to poison them, or witchcraft who knows with this guy.

At some point while I was still ripping plants out of the dirt Robin came over and held my handkerchief up to me as best as he could.

I carefully took it from him and stuffed it back into my pocket.

He sat next to me and started to also pluck flowers but instead of eating them he started to make flower crowns once again.

I did not know what to say so i kept quiet, i was still feeling a bit awkward from what happened earlier and hoped he wasn't mad at me.

Robin however seemed to not be able to sit silent for long.

“You should brush your teeth”

He did not say more and just continued with his flower crown.

I huffed out an amused snort.

“With what? I cant use the little rags that are usually used”

He grinned up at me.

“Not my problem that you are taller than a House”

I couldn't help but smile, surely I wasn't that big was i? I had no reference for this after all.

“Maybe you're just tiny, but seriously are you good? Did I hurt when I put you in my mouth? Are you okay?”

He seemed confused for a second before answering.

“I'm fine, why do you ask? You're the one that's bleeding”

He pointed to the shallow cut Arthur had made, and that was starting to slowly scab over.

“Ehh just a scratch, i'm more upset about my pants having a hole now”

It did indeed suck as these were my only pair and now as a giant I couldn't even get new ones.

“I'm sure Rikaad could repair them he's pretty okay at sewing”

I was admittedly a bit surprised by this, I had not expected the man that used cold logic for everything to be good at such a mundane thing.

“Maybe, i don't think it's necessary it's just a small tear”

“Mhm you want a flower crown?”

He held one up to me that was longer than all the others he had made albeit still small to me.

“You're fast at that, but sure if it fits”

I cautiously took the offered flowers making sure to not squish any of them and put the too small crown on my head.

It only fit over half my head making me look like I had a flower halo sitting on my scalp.

Robin who had started another crown already burst into laughter.

“You look funny! I used way more flowers than normal and it's still so small on you!”

I carefully fished the colorful Blossoms from my head and tossed the entirety over Robin who tried to catch it but failed.

He instead took the flowers and wrapped them around his neck multiple times.

“You think the others will like eating flowers?”

“You know them better than i do, so you tell me”

I put the heap of pre-plucked flowers in my hand and stood slowly up.

Looking over the clearing I saw the other two men sitting near a tree with Arthur still lying on his back and Rikaad watching the environment.

I slowly walked over to them still keeping away from Arthur and sitting a good ways away from him so Rikaad was between the two of us.

“I found some edible plants if anyone wants”

Sitting down I put the flowers on the ground next to Rikaad so he could take some if he wanted.

Should Arthur want some as well he'd have to move over to us.

Robin walked over to Rikaad and put a flower crown on his head then tossed another on top of Arthur who did not react to having a bunch of flowers thrown at him.

Rikaad gingerly took the flower crown into his hand and looked at it.

“You know that's how we found you, Robin makes a lot of these and we just had to follow the trail of ripped out flowers to find you”

I was surprised at this and looked at Robin who, strangely enough, looked just as confused.

“You did? That wasn't even the plan with them i just like making those”

It wasn't even a plan to get his friends to come find him? Was it just pure luck that they found the petal trail? Robin truly was a strange human, albeit one of the good ones as far as i could tell.

Rikaad did not seem surprised by the admission of this being done by accident however.

“I suspected as much but it was still helpful even if there was a day where we found no flowers, i'm just glad you're okay”

He put the flower crown back on his head and reached over to pick one of the edible plants I had brought over and inspected a clover blossom.

Thinking about his comment on how they had not found any petals for a day it made me realize that it must have been the morning where Robin had been in my Pouch.

I sincerely hoped they would never find that out.

They'd probably lynch me, Especially Arthur who seemed to have an inherent dislike for me.

As for Rikaad, well i wasn't sure if he'd kill me seeing as Robin was fine but i would not risk it, his icy gray eyes still unnerved me greatly, but so far he'd been polite to me.

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#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #g/t story #Magic #Barmea #original story #original characters #original writing

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ariesbilly · 1 year

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Sometimes I get so mad that Billy antis watched season 2 where Lucas stalked Max and then he, Dustin and Mike got offended and angry when she told them to stop then watched Billy while he implies to Max that his dad beat him for having of color friends and warned her not to hang out with Lucas after he watched Lucas follow her for an entire day (I would also tell a younger sibling to not hang around with someone who yells at you for setting personal boundaries and makes out that you're a bad person for not wanting those boundaries violated but that's just me) and decided that Neil isn't racist and Billy is? I don't see any of them complaining about the fact that Lucas was made a villain for half of season 4 or that someone tried to murder him with their bare hands or that a guy was sent to r*pe and murder Erica. No one called out Mike for his racist jokes in S1/2 they don't complain about the fact that Dustin is often overly rude to him or how they thought he was weird for taking what happened in s2 to heart and changing how he treated Max offscreen. Why didn't we get to see Max and Lucas' relationship develop but we get Mike losing it over Eleven developing interest in being something other than the girl locked in his basement. No Billy yelling at Lucas after he accidentally helped Steve kidnap Max and pretending that he would run over him is the worst thing anyone has ever done to Lucas. We all know the Duffer brothers doubled down on Billy being a racist after everyone called them out for Lucas's storylines and how they made him behave in season 2. It wasn't exactly subtle timing. Sorry for ranting.

i dont know that anyone was out here tryna rape erica. granted i did not watch season 4 but.... i dont know that that was what was happening

but regardless of that, its lack of media literacy on the audience's part. everyone has failed english and fully bought into the notion that so long as a protagonist says its correct, then so it shall be. like this is precisely why so often old media is looked back on and we're like "oh, hey, this was kinda fucked up actually". its perspective. and the stranger things audience lacks the hell out of it.

contrary to popular belief, the writers are not god. and you actually have to take into consideration WHY they chose to frame things the way they did. billy is a character thats written because they needed a villain. they literally said themselves they wanted a "human villain". and it was supposed to be steve but that failed so they created billy. and thus decided to put all this shit on him, despite it actually making no narrative sense and you dont need a microscope to see it. like its laid out plain as day. there is such a lack of follow through and blatant contradictions between how billy is meant to be viewed and what is actually taking place in his interactions with other characters. antis are just willfully ignorant. must be nice going through life that stupid but i dont share that experience so fuck me i guess.

#briana answers things #sorry im so smart and sexy #as if its my fault

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hinderr · 1 year

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I saw that you reposted a post about Cara Dune. I wanted to say that I agree with you - she, Karga and Din were a good team. It doesn't seem right that because of what's going on in the real world and what the actress said, we've lost a cool character. And after all, her presence in the third season would be very logical. On the other hand, I personally was very afraid that Lucasfilm would make a recast and was glad that this did not happen. How would you feel about recasting Cara?

Also, I'd like to just ask you… please don't think that I have a bad attitude towards transgender people or anyone else. I myself am a representative, as people say in my country, of "non-traditional orientation", I like representatives of my gender. But I just wanted to ask, do you think Gina really deserves all this hate and being kicked out of her role for her words? I mean, we can also get kicked out of a theater or a movie for saying something very hurtful, but usually it still happens a little differently. What's going on around Carano is a little hard for me to understand. I realize that she really could offend someone, but does she deserve to be called all those bad words that I see?

I really hope that you understand me correctly. I really don't want to offend you or anyone else with my question, and I don't want to change your mind and insist that Gina is an angel in the flesh. It's just that to me, as a person living in a more traditional culture, it's all a little… incomprehensible. And I'd just like to ask how that looks to you.

Hey! I'm happy you felt you could come to me and ask, I appreciate it. And don't worry, I get what you mean

Honestly, I feel like when you start your career as an actress or any public figure, youre accepting the fact that the things you do and say have an affect on people. You step into the spotlight, people will look at you. As far as I'm aware, which I admit is really just the vague gist of it, is that what happened was that Carano was transphobic and antisemitic. I'm not gonna say she had "problematic opinions" because an 'opinion' is something like whether pineapple belongs on pizza - what Carano said and her behaviour hurt people, which is why she had to go. It's that simple, really.

If you had a friend pulled the shit she did, you'd stay away from her too. The reason this feels big is because she was on a popular show, and what happened affected not just a close friend group, but everyone involved, even those watching the show like you and me

Honestly I felt so upset that Cara's character got affected because of the stuff with Carano that I really wouldn't have minded a recast. She had such a good role as Din's close friend and ally. I miss her every day. But if it came between not having Cara Dune, or letting someone like Carano go around thinking her actions and words dont affect people, I'm fine with not having Cara in the show

#hinderr asks #russiandeathcup #i get it though. its frustrating and you cant help but wish it worked differently. that things werent the way they are right now #but she reaped what she sowed #also mr pascal's sister is trans? so i cant imagine it NOT being at least a little awkward between the two leads lmfao

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florallychaotic · 8 months

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The 100 Live Blogging

Alright yall, I'm gonna take a dive back into the only show aimed at teens that I watched as a teen. Everyone had their one CW show and this was mine. Separate posts will be made for separate watching sessions but episodes done in the same watching session will be added as reblogs. Block the tag "alli watches the 100" if you don't want this on your dash (no shame to ya)

Episode 1x01 Pilot

We are off to a bad start Netflix started playing suits when I opened it for some fucking reason

Right off the bat, Eliza Taylor's American accent isn't bad at all, but it's got the American vocal fry that I hate

Also it's really funny to me that the lead actors of this show have names that are near identical to people who are way more famous than them (Eliza Taylor and Bob Morely)

Not a good sign that the UK part of the Ark, the spaceship these people are staying post apocalypse, looks like it has cardboard on the exterior

Juvenile offenders call lockup "the sky box" which is was teenagers are never in charge of naming things

CW dialogue exposition my beloathed

Wells got himself arrested not for Clarke, but in my headcannon, that The 99 isn't as good of a title

My only solace for having to deal with Finn is that unlike the first time I watched this show, I know he dies instead of just wishing for it

Ah season one Bellamy hair, it makes him look like a middle school teacher

You see I hate CW dialogue but I also absolutely would have screamed "We're back bitches" if I was the first person back on earth in a century

Cue too on the nose pop song, radioactive by imagine dragons

I swear to god a solid 20% of Finn's dialogue is calling Clarke princess and im supposed to like him?

I will say off the bat Bellamy is the best character because so far he's the least clichéd and most interesting lol. Meanwhile I can't wait for his sister Octavia to be a good character because she does, she does get better but for now....yikes

Monty!!! Monty best boy!!!

FUCKED UP DEER MY BELOVED!!! TWO HEADED DEER WOOHOO!!!

I dont know how to explain it, everything on the Ark...like it doesn't look greenscreened but it does look weirdly hazy like it's not there??

The actor for Kane has a very bad American accent, it's so far up his nose it's like he's sick lol

Love the random girl who yelled "It's water!!!" When it started raining

Begging this society to stop using the term "floated" for executed it sounds so fucking stupid

Kane absolutely said the word "majority" instead of "maturity" and that's the take they used for some reason

Clarke is a beautiful artist and normally I don't wanna be the person to question this but how does she know what the Arc du Triumph is

Kane please don't say you're willing to "take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve" to your female co-worker clearly both you and the writers don't realize how extra creepy that it

This show really likes shot to shot scenes where the camera is just panned up a little so you can see up the actor's nose and it's so awkward

I dont want to be that person, but I think it's very telling that Abby (Clarke's mother)'s best friend is an Asian woman who is still unnamed despite having more lines than multiple white characters who are already named. Like this show is quite diverse and it's not going to be fun rewatching and seeing how poorly they handled that diversity.

Director: "okay can you boys just improv for a moment to delay the scene so we can have the big moment at the chorus of the song?" Actors: "Sure boss!"

What!?!?! You're not alone on Earth?!?! I never would have seen that coming! /s

Final rating: 7/10 despite its flaws I'm far too interested to not continue. What shot Jasper?? Idk! It's a fun lord of the flies story that is really interesting if only its dialogue was better

#alli watches the 100 #long post

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thisisnotsupposedtobepoetic · 7 months

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i have this thing when i say that i only have 2 friends

a lot of people get offended whenever i say this and i understand why but i cant ever find myself caring enough to up the number

this is why

when i was in high school i had 7 friends, they were my best friends and looking back i consider them to be the first real friends i ever had. but when we got to the end of school it was becoming more and more clear that none of them planned to keep me in their life. some even told me straight to my face

"this is probably the last time we'll ever see each other"

"i wont be planning to keep in touch with any of you"

this really hurt me, a lot more then it probably should have. it wasnt anything against them. they were just being realistic and they were right.

i tried to prevent it. i remained friends with 5 of them during college but 3 of them ended our friendship less then a year in and the last one was clearly only saying my friend because we had the same lessons. she had to be my friend up until we left school for good. i havent seen any of them since

i made 4 new friends in college and 4 years later only 2 are still my friends

those are my 2 friends

because no matter who they are, wether it be for work or a project or school or even family. there have only ever been 2 people in my life who actively choose everyday to remain in my life

we no longer have to see each other everyday. we dont even live anywhere near each other. if they woke up one day and decided that they no longer wanted me in their life they could do it easily while ill watch. i wont stop them. i never stop anyone anymore after my failed attempt

but they havent left me yet and hopfully they never will. they still message the group chat with me in despite the fact that half the time i dont reply (im just a bad texter) and that they could have the exact same conversation just between the two of them

everyone else i see on occasion. every person who i used to work with i no longer see unless its a coincidence. even my extended family doesnt choose to see me unless its christmas. none of them even turned up to my birthday despite the invite

i know the phone goes both ways but im so scared of being a burden and making a fool out of myself that i cant ever bring myself to fight anymore

this isnt me complaining. i only need my 2 friends and i wouldnt change them for the world. but there will always be part of me wishing that i could be someone who people want to be in their lives

#vent post #personal vent #friendship #family

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beepbeepdespair · 8 months

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ok so you know when you have a dream that makes you pissed off its not real when you wake up? had one of those just before i got up this morning hence why i remember it so well, but yeah i straight up dreamt an episode of inside number 9 really. i've gotten SO attached to the character i was playing in it so heres everything i remember

her name was alyssa, she was trans mtf, she looked exactly like me except with a black alice band holding her hair back a bit, a black and orange skirt (one i do actually own irl, making me want to cosplay her), tights and chunky black heels. dont remember what shirt she was wearing

there was some sort of dispute going on throughout the episode, cant remember exactly what it was but i remember (as alyssa) rummaging through stuff in a dressing room (because the episode was set in a theatre, we were a theatre group i think), finding another character's incriminating post it note, i think there was an appointment time or something on it, and shoving it up my skirt so no one would find it lmao

she was very sassy but sort of in a lucius way, like nervy but sassy when under pressure. there was one point where she was walking up to the theatre and some idiot yelled a transphobic slur at her (i dont remember what word was actually said, i just sort of instinctively knew it was offensive) and she threw something at them, told them to fuck off and stormed off and i was so proud of her

there was this old woman who was really nasty to everyone and no one liked her, and alyssa called everyone babe but not her bc she hated her. and after saying it the old woman asked her "why did you call her babe" and alyssa said "i call pretty much everyone babe... (much quieter) everyone i like that is" "what was that" "nothing 😇"

there was also a bit where the old woman was complaining about alyssa taking pills at the lunch table (who gets offended by that??? she seemed like the type of person to be annoyed about everything though) and alyssa said "1. when has it ever been rude to take pills at the table? 2. this is my oestrogen" and rolled her eyes and took them anyway and i. love it

she had a huge crush on this woman who was pregnant, i think the episode's dispute might have been something to do with that? anyway there was a bit just before the post it note where alyssa was leaning against the wall having a bit of a gay moment and opening the dressing room door just a little bit to watch her subtly

in the big climax the pregnant woman said to this guy "david im leaving you" and it turned out he was the father but he was like. the last person you would have guessed lmao. anyway she then turned to alyssa and said to david "i dont need you because ive got my babe" and kissed her and i 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then partway through the kiss the old woman dropped a bombshell (dont remember what she said sorry) and everyone just sort of froze like "what." and then the episode ended jfnfjfn

#ok to reblog #textpost #text post #dream #inside number 9 #character #alyssa #transgender #theatre #lucius #babe #beep beep likes comedy #beep beep dreams #dreams #dream diary

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kizakiren · 2 years

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hiro retranslates dw8 guan xing part 1

hi, in this essay i will-

.... okay, this is not an essay at all. this is really just a rant on how the english localization of DW ruined one of my favourite characters.

so yes, without further ado... the issue with guan xing’s localization and why the original japanese guan xing is infinitely better than anything they could ever do with that kind of localization effort (pls hire me i’ll retranslate all his lines properly to actually fit his character as intended ;;;;)

DISCLAIMER: my translations are not perfect, i’m translating very literally because it sounds more awkward that way and he should be sounding more awkward, this is also to prove that koei’s missing a lot of the essence of his character because they decided to give him generic lines with no personality in the official localization

HELLO, and welcome to my ramble, it’s going to be long so don’t waste your time reading unless you are very, VERY bored.

SO... im going to go through every line in dw8xl and dw8e (not bothering w dw9/dw9e bc i dont have those on my pc) and point out what is wrong w... like most of his lines.

first thing’s first so i don’t have to repeat myself for every single translated line - THEY OMITTED HIS SPEECH ISSUES. as someone w speech issues myself im pretty offended! keep that shit in, its part of his character and i like it a lot bc its relatable! basically he talks like this: “hello... i hope that you... are having a good day.” every few words he will pause. yeah i probably made it a bigger deal than it sounds like but it’s important i point that out bc it pisses me off that they just completed omitted it except in like, one cutscene line. he’s got speech issues, fuckin’ keep them in. jesus good god

okay. so without further ado...

In-battle lines

i don’t have the official translations because i refuse to play this game in english, i refuse to hear anything english dub for any musou game, etc etc. and the sound gallery doesn’t provide the text of however they dubbed/translated it, so i’ll just list each line and which action they are.

Musou attack 1 - “i won’t miss.”

Aerial Musou attack - “there... is that your weak point?” (HE’S GOT NO CONFIDENCE EVEN WHEN HE DOES A MUSOU SOGNFDJKHMSDKFH HE’S SO CUUUUTE)

Musou attack 2 - “in this hand... is power...!” (this is the alt musou where he uses papa’s weapon)

EX attack - “you’re open...!”

Rage attack - “watch...! haaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Storm rush - “how is this move? ... it went well”

Switch counter - “i won’t let you.”

Somersault - “i must be careful, right?” (err he phrases "i must be careful” as a question which is awkward but... it’s guan xing, he is very awkward)

General Lines

original: “enemy officer... defeated”

i understand that everyone’s “enemy officer defeated” line gets personalized in localization, i support that decision. but this is just kind of weird bc he actually doesnt really say the stuff his siblings say about being the child of the god of war and everything. most of the stuff he says instead is “i fight to protect” “i will protect”... so i mean this isn’t the worst line. it’s still alright, he does want to seek revenge for his father’s death and all, so i get it. i’ll give it a pass, honestly.

original: “i am a true warrior of the three kingdoms...???”

YES HE IS LITERALLY ASKING A QUESTION BECAUSE HE DOES NOT HAVE CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF AND THIS WILL BE SHOWN VERY CLEARLY IN A LOT OF HIS LINES. I DONT KNOW HOW THIS GOT TRANSLATED INTO... THIS MESS OF A LINE. this is the furthest thing from his personality, this guy has not much confidence bc he has been babied a lot when growing up (bc hes a huge introvert). i dont know, this is one of the wrongest lines in the entire game because where does this confidence come from? why does he sound so cocky? “watashi wa shin no sangoku musou ka...?” -> “ka” literally denotes a question. HE IS QUESTIONING HOW THE HELL HE IS THE TRUE WARRIOR OF THE THREE KINGDOMS. HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW HOW OR WHY IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!! FIX THIS SHIT THIS IS SO WRONG

the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: “is it over...? thats good then...”

here, i’m making my point already about him having little confidence in himself and being unsure about like everything. the localization is not awful, honestly it’s passable, but i personally would have loved to see more of the lack of confidence/being unsure. it’s a huge thing going on w his lines in general and i relate to it a lot, please dont remove that. (they did)

original: “just... where did i go wrong...?”

passable, pretty much an exact translation without the speech struggle :/

original: “they caught us off-guard... what should i do...? i need to think...”

it’s... kind of passable. again i’m not satisfied bc... man. keep his anxiety and panic in there. helps him feel more human!! also bc it’s relatable for me so >:( KEEP THAT SHIT IN THERE.

original: “you came here from a strange place... why?”

he’s more questioning the enemy directly in the original which i like better. dunno, the localization kind of has a different feel to it where he, i guess, Knows its an ambush? where as hes just asking what the heck you are doing at that place that you are trying to ambush, in the original. not very satisfied w the localization but again it’s not the worst (compared to the 1000 KO’s line lol)

the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: i’m not... done for yet...

honestly... i don’t want to be too picky. so i’ll consider it passable.

the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: [i’ll] defend this place... i should protect it, i think.

again i’m only nitpicking bc they got rid of his “i think” at the end. let him be uncertain!!!!!!!!

original: that officer... has interested me. i shall take them on.

more or less the same. passable

original: our allies are currently fighting... it might be good [to meet up with them]

honestly passable.

more or less the same in the original. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

this is a generic line with a generic translation. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

more or less the same in the original. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: ah... did you come here for me...? thank you very much...

this is kind of a generic line so i’ll give it a pass. i’m just nitpicking on the removal of his little “ah...” at the beginning

same as the earlier generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” line. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: your skills... have interested me. i want to keep watching you.

passable. again pls keep the pause in there :/

original: i’m struggling... please lend me a hand.

passable. i just worded it differently is all lol

same as the previous generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” lines. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: the way father fights... that is why he is the god of war.

i mean... i’ll give it a pass honestly. can’t be too nitpicky until they translate some line completely stupidly off the rails like guan xing’s personal 1000 ko’s line lol

the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

same as the previous generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” lines. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: big brother... i’ve been relying on you. ever since we were little... always.

it sounds awkward bc he sounds awkward, im not making this up lol. they did basically just reword it and make it flow better but i think his awkwardness is a huge part of his charm :/ so they shouldve kept it more fragmented and awkward as it should be.

the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei! (though of course not mentioning they forgot the pause in there so it’s more like “big brother... please let us fight together”)

same as the previous generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” lines. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: “suo... good work. father would be happy as well.”

honestly it’s passable. just difference in word choices i think

original: suo... thank goodness you came [to help]

it’s passable. like it’s pretty much more or less the same i guess

same as the previous generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” lines. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: you’re a lot like sunshine... that’s how you seem like, zhang bao

that was really hard to translate because i didnt know what 眩い武 meant lol and then i went to search for the appropriate kanji bc i had no idea what he was saying. anyways i think the japanese line is a lot cuter, but it does sound a bit like an awkward/cheesy compliment, but he IS awkward so....

original: zhang bao, i’m sorry... as i thought, i’m still immature...

it’s... kind of the same, i guess? errr but his whole thing about not liking being babied bc hes an introvert + “i’m no longer a child” thing comes across better in the original so.... eh.

same as the previous generic “congrats on 1000 KO’s” lines. therefore, the above line is actually translated correctly. good job for once, koei!

original: very nice, yinping... father would be happy as well, i think.

haha there’s his awkwardness and uncertainty showing up again. hes too cute and good for this world lol

original: yinping, i’d like for you to lend a hand... you’re worth 100 people in one

errr okay i kind of translated the last part awkward but basically he’s saying she has the strength of 100 people in one person. because you know, she’s fuckin STRONG as hell (and probably uses him as a weight when she lifts). this is quite different from how they localized it, it just comes across as kinda generic instead...

original: allow me to fight you. guan xing... heads into battle

kinda weird how a lot of character has “[name], MAIRU” lines but it only ever gets translated for zhao yun and zhao yun only huh. but yeah quite a number of characters have this generic “[name] heads/charges/etc into battle”, i opted to go with “heads into battle” for guan xing bc hes awkward. he wouldn’t say he’s charging into battle LMAO

original: alone...? what kind of tactic is that?

honestly, passable. it’s more or less the same.

original: how strong... i’ve become interested. i would like to fight you again...

errr i mean it’s kind of the saaaame i guess?? though he specifically mentions being interested in your strength in the original rather than like nice skills. so it’s a slight difference there but...... i’d say it’s.... kinda passable

original: i can’t... think anymore... this is... the end... right...?

yeah it’s passable i guess... although of course they love to leave the uncertainty out as always :’)

Ambition Mode Lines

original: “guan xing... will fight with all his power.”

it’s basically the same, i’ll consider it passable.

original: this base... i won’t let you set foot in it...

again it’s pretty much the same, i would consider it passable.

original: for the sake of protecting you... i will do all i can in my power

hey there’s what i mentioned earlier about how, in the original, he has this big thing about wanting to be the one doing the protecting instead of being the one being protected! the original really gets that point across that he wants to do the protecting and he is going to do his utmost best at it! the localization sounds generic as fuck!

original: for your sake... i will protect you.

??? why did the localization barely change it from the other one LOL. it somehow sounds more formal than the previous but this should be the more casual one. again i like his japanese lines better bc he looks out for others and not so much himself (which will become pretty evident later), with his “for the sake of protecting you / for your sake” .... it really gets that point across.

original: this... it will rid you of your tiredness... i think.

guan xing the most awkward character in the entire game, strikes again! he really does awkwardly just be like “this...........” and YEAH OF COURSE THE “I THINK” AT THE END TOO he’s so awkward and cute. the struggles of speaking is too relatable :(

original: aah, you have some scratches... it would be good if you used this...

i guess it’s kind of the same, i’ll consider it as passable.

original: um... could you please lend your strength...?

SGIHASNGJKFHF THEY REALLY TOOK OUT HIS LITTLE “ANO...” (um...) AT THE BEGINNING IM SO ANGY!!!!!!!!!!! LET HIM BE AWKWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET HIM!!!!!!!

original: ah... good thing you’re here. please lend a hand...

it’s more of like “thank god you’re here so i dont have to run around looking for you” instead of “good timing! how convenient that you’re here” let’s be real guan xing can’t talk his way out of a conversation vs a chirping bird, so i enjoy how much more awkward and introverted he sounds in the original

original: um.............. ... thank you very much...

you are so awkward it’s adorable ;; this is “to superior” too so maybe he’s just anxious but ;;;;; he’s so cute

original: you really helped... thank you...

passable.

original: from here on... i won’t let anyone pass...

passable. a bit more fragmented sounding in the original but that’s just how he always sounds like

original: this plan... now would be a good time to use it, right...?

hey! where did the confidence come from in the localization! HE DOESN’T KNOW THAT IT’S A GOOD TIME TO USE IT HE’S QUESTIONING HIMSELF!!!!!!!! PUT THAT CONFIDENCE AWAY, IT DOES NOT FIT HIS CHARACTER AT FUCKIN ALL

original: your power... i would like to see all of it.

again the original just sounds more awkward because he just IS and should be more awkward, but this is a passable translation.

original: guan xing... from now on, will participate in the fight...

huh........ i don’t know where they got “at your service” from? this is “joining battle” as u can see highlighted in the bg lol he sounds like he’s coming in w a tray of food instead with “at your service”???

original: for the sake of victory... i’ll do anything in my power...

yeah it’s... passable.

original: doing what you can... i think, for that... you have to do your best.

why does the... huh? why is the localization like that? why is it so smoothly worded when he’s supposed to be struggling to just piece the damn sentence together???

original: you are...... i don’t know why, but i am fascinated by you. please let me also fight alongside you...

lol, he’s so much more awkward in the original than the localization makes him seem. tsk, tsk, koei.

original: your strength... it has me interested. from now on... i want to fight with you.

lots of pauses + awkward. too good. please don’t un-awkward him >:(

original: being able to fight against father... as a warrior, i am happy...

the last part is... different. he’s looking forward to it, not placing some high ass expectations on himself hoping not to disappoint papa!!

original: big brother... you have always protected me. how much i’ve grown... i will show you now.

it’s kind of the same meaning either way but again the original is a more fragmented and awkward sentence. but also, it’s important to note that he mentions guan ping has been specifically PROTECTING him this whole time, again ties in to how guan xing wants to be the one doing the protecting instead of being protected, which is why he wants to show how much he has grown to guan ping.

original: guan suo, don’t hesitate... i want you to give it your all against me.

kinda the same again, but i think he’s more encouraging in the original which is nicer imo

original: zhang bao... i am no longer a child. this...... i will prove to you...

it’s kind of the same but just a lot more awkward. he does this a lot where he’s just like “this....... [blahblah something about the “this” thing he is referring to]”. which again i get is really awkward to translate but that’s just how he is as a person. keep his awkward speech in!!!!!

original: yinping, i know how strong you are... i’m prepared.

yeah i’d say it’s passable but he doesn’t have that much confidence that he thinks he can beat her so it shouldnt be “i wont go easy on you” (which implies he is already stronger??), more like “im prepared to fight my hardest against you”

original: father, you really are the god of war... that power... when will i be able to catch up to it...?

you know... i’m willing to say this localization is passable (of course needs to be a bit more awkward but yeah)

original: i’m still... no match for big brother. but, next time... i will be stronger...

again, it’s passable... same message but just much more awkward in the original

original: guan suo... you’ve become strong. it’s my complete defeat...

dunno why they changed the last line like that? he pretty much just straight up admits defeat

original: zhang bao, it’s no wonder why you still worry for me... i am... still immature.

:( he has no confidence in himself...

original: as i thought, i can’t defeat yinping, huh...? i also need to continue training...

i don’t have any idea why he sounds so cocky and condescending in the localization. what do you mean “i cant even defeat my sister”, where does this confidence of “knowing” he’s better than her comes from? he ISNT SUPPOSED TO think he’s stronger than her, he in fact knows he is NOT.

original: weapons... there are a variety of them. please choose the only you like...

in general a lot of his ambition mode facility lines are... like.... pretty close, just that they removed the awkwardness. so i’ll just provide a translation and say passable when applicable unless i have more to say than just “it should be more awkward”.

original: weapons are... you can choose one instinctively. probably... you will be able to learn to use it...

... HEY! THEY ACTUALLY KEPT IN HIS “probably...” !!!!!!!!! WOW KOEI I’M SO PROUD OF YOU (wipes away tear) LOOK THEY KEPT IN A BIT OF THE AWKWARDNESS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA

#HiroTexts #HiroSave #retranslated for a friend and posting here because i hate microsoft word/google sheets and id rather use my dead tumblr #HiroTranslates

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 3 years

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Hello, love! How r u?

First of all, I just want to say sorry for being my third request 🤣🤣 I'M SOOOORRY! I dont wanna bore you, but you are so attentive and dearest with me... and i cant resist, because your writing is inspiring! 😍🥰

Okay, it's like i'm "flattering", but its true! 🤣

Alright, lets go! 😅

I don't know, maybe you had already written something like that... if you have it, sent to me, please!

Could you write a jealousy Bucky, like... reader is the only person who he had ever talked, specially about the nightmares being the winter soldier, and, i don't know... maybe an ex-boyfriend being back, or another avenger flirt with the reader, what was just a kidding and Bucky taking to serious... some situation that make him being jealousy? He decides to talk about that when they're training (he helps her with self defense), and the fight takes such a serious turn that they offend each other.

They past a few days without talking each other and Bucky starts to get a little bit closer with another girl, maybe Natasha or Sharon, what makes this time, reader get jealousy.

In the end, the Avengers are in a mission to save a city being attacked by aliens. (The next idea was inspired by TikTok 😅) When all its over, Bucky appears looking for "her", asking if "she" is okay and the girl who approached him appears, saying she's fine and hug him... when actually, he's looking for the reader.

The reader is the last one to appears, asking if everyone is okay and Bucky goes and hugs her and happy end (?) 🤣🤣

Sometimes i feel like im being annoying for making long requests... and so specific lol sorry, but its just an idea that appears in my mind. I'll control myself, I promise! 🤣🤣

Thank u for reading, darling! U r awesome 🥰 Luv u ❤😘 have an amazing day!

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A/N: Hey, love! First off, feel free to send in as many requests as you’d like... I don’t mind at all! I love each and every one!! Thank you so much for sending this one in. It truly was a pleasure to write. Also, YOU are awesome and I hope you’re having the best day. Love you too! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, weapons, violence, cursing

His fists have been clenched. All. Damn. Week. Ready to strike Loki in the face at any possible moment. Every time he’s gone out of his way to see you, there was Loki, unabashedly flirting with you with a smug grin plastered on his face. And today is no different.

You watch as Bucky strolls into the gym and aggressively throws his bag against the wall. He dares a glance at you and all you see is anger.

Did you do something wrong?

“Barnes looks a little troubled today, don’t you think, darling?”

Loki’s close. Pressed into your side, to be exact. His tall frame bent over as he speaks into your ear.

You notice Bucky’s glance peeking over at the God standing next to you and for a second, you wonder if his anger is directed towards him.

“Let’s just warm up.”

A distraction is what you need. Anything to keep your mind off the fuming super soldier across the room. Unfortunately for you, luck isn’t on your side today.

“Y/N, you’re with Buck.” Steve’s words are clipped and you know it would be pointless to argue.

Sighing, you slide under the guardrail and come face to face with the brooding man himself.

“Buck.”

“Y/N.”

His jaw is tight, clenched shut in fury. You rack your brain to file through anything you’ve could’ve done these past few weeks to make him this way. Bucky’s your best friend and it hurts to think he’d dismiss you like this, without even talking to you. Besides Steve, you’re the only one he’s let in, willingly coming to you about his nightmares. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for him. With willing arms.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky’s hand pummeling towards you, aiming for your face. You dodge it quickly, bending down to slide out from under his arm.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, not wanting to capture the attention of the others.

Bucky grunts, swiping his leg out to intercept yours. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

Jumping to the side, you land on your back and immediately rise onto your feet. “I know you, Buck. Plus, anyone in a foot radius can sense the anger coming off you. It’s kind of distracting.”

Grabbing your waist, he pulls your arms behind your back, his mouth resting near your ear. “Sorry to be such an inconvenience, doll.”

Twisting out of his hold, you move to stand across from him. “That’s not what I meant-”

“Are you fucking him?”

What in the fuck?

Your arm shoots out on its own accord, your fist heading straight for his face. He grabs your hand right before it connects with bone. “You haven’t even given me the time of day,” he seethes out.

Really? He’s angry at you right now? After that comment?

“You haven’t really given me the chance to,” you counter.

He twists your arm, sending you tumbling to the floor. In an instant, his body is on top of yours, holding you down with his weight. “How can I? Every time I walk up to your door, all I hear is him.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you struggle to push him off you. “He’s just being friendly.”

With one hand, he pushes your arms over your head and onto the floor. “And you’re just pathetically naive.”

Scoffing, you plant your feet onto his chest, forcing him off you. Standing, you give him one last glance. “And you’re just a fucking jerk.”

You walk off before he can respond, leaving him cursing to himself as he watches your retreating form.

---

Exactly one week later and still no word from Bucky. To be fair, you haven’t spoken to him either, still reeling from what he said to you during training.

Pathetically naive. What an ass.

Turning your head, the irony hits you full force. To the right of you sits Bucky and Sharon, heads down as they speak quietly.

And, here’s the other thing. Since your fight, Bucky has been spending a large amount of time with Ms. Carter over there. At least three hours a day, not that you’ve taken notice or anything. It’s not like you’re jealous.

“My apologies for causing a rift between you and Bucky, darling.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you look over at Loki. “Don’t apologize for Bucky’s stupidity. Us not talking has nothing to do with you.”

“If you insist.”

Sighing, you look back over to Bucky, who’s already staring at you. You lock eyes, your breath ripped out of your chest as a small grin appears on his face.

Asshole.

“What was that, darling?”

Realizing you spoke out loud, you smile fakely at Loki before standing up to grab your gear. “Nothing to worry about.”

---

Groaning, you pull yourself back up after falling down onto the cement yet again. You have the cuts to prove it, skin bloody and burning.

All you have to do is wait for Clint to destroy the reactor. Then, these stubborn aliens will vanish in thin air. Except, he left half an hour ago and you’re getting tired.

“What the hell is the hold up?” you grunt into your comms, striking an alien in the chest with your spear.

“Sorry, Y/N, I got caught up. Almost there now.”

You want to punch Clint repeatedly and you decide right then and there that the next time you see him, you will.

At least sixty aliens have already come and gone, and your body is tired. Screaming out for you to just stop and rest.

“Just hurry the fuck up.” You’re not in the mood for manners.

“Want me to come help?” Loki asks. You appreciate the thought. Truly, you do. But, by the time he gets over to your location, you will have killed another sixty aliens, so you see no point.

“I’m okay, I just wish Clint wouldn’t take his sweet fucking-”

One of the aliens rushes into your side, knocking you to the ground hard. The breath is swept out of your chest and you struggle for air.

You throw your arms up, dodging all punches that are coming your way.

“Y/N?” Clint asks, concerned as to why you didn’t finish your sentence.

After a few seconds of silence, Bucky’s voice yells through the comms. “What’s Y/N’s location? Y/N? Goddamnit, you better be okay!”

Rolling out from under the aliens, you struggle to jump back onto your feet before a knife appears out of nowhere, slicing into your side.

Fuck.

You go down once again, landing straight on your back, your head slamming into the cement ground. Blood trickles down your face and you know your head is cut open.

You look down to see your side bleeding out. Double fuck.

Feeling your head start to get heavy, you take a deep breath and focus on keeping your eyes open.

C’mon, Clint. You’ve gotta almost be there by now.

Another minute goes by and you’re barely able to dodge the oncoming attacks from the aliens.

This is it. This is how you’ll die.

Another slice into your side and you gasp, the pain slicing through you.

“Y/N?!”

You want to answer Bucky. You do, but you can’t find the strength to open-

“Got it.”

Clint’s voice flows through your ears as the aliens in front of you vanish in thin air. Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laugh, unable to wrap your head around the fact that you almost just died.

Instead of thinking about it, you muster all the strength you can to get up.

Time to go find the others.

---

“Where are they?”

Bucky’s eyes are wildly searching for you, panic rising up in his chest when he doesn’t see you. “Where the fuck are they?!”

Sharon appears out of nowhere, stepping in front of Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck? I’m right here. I’m okay.” She reaches a hand out to rest on his shoulder, checking him over for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

Scoffing, Bucky pushes Sharon to the side, continuing to look around. “Somebody please tell me they’ve seen Y/N!”

He’s almost in the midst of a panic attack now, everyone else on the team staring back at him. The only one he doesn’t see is you. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He won’t allow it-

“Is everyone okay?”

The sound of your voice has him whipping around, eyes wide as he takes in your form. You’re slumped over, holding your side as blood seeps through your fingers. You have blood caked on your face, reaching down towards your eyes.

He runs to you, grasping your cheeks with his hands and planting his lips firmly against yours.

In shock, your mind takes a second to grasp what’s happening before your lips start to move in sync with his, your arms wrapping around his neck.

When the two of you pull apart, you’re both breathing heavily.

“What was that for?” You pant out.

Bucky swoops in for another kiss and damnit, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispers against your mouth.

You have so much to say, so many confessions to make, but the only thing that manages to slip past your lips is a small “okay”.

“Good.” Bucky smiles after that, gently kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get you to a medic, doll.”

You let Bucky guide you towards the quinjet like a lovesick puppy. You know you’ll talk about the kiss later, more than likely in the setting of his bed as you’re cuddling. But for now, you focus on getting patched up.

As you walk, you pass Loki. He’s staring at the two of you intensely, his lips slightly lifted in the smallest of grins. When he notices you looking back at him, he nods his head, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk.

That motherfucker.

Suddenly, everything makes sense. Bucky wasn’t mad at you, he was jealous. Of Loki. And Loki knew the whole time. It was all a part of his mischievous plan, to get the two of you together.

You chuckle to yourself. “The ultimate trickster.”

Bucky looks behind at you, a confused look on his face. “What was that?”

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing. Just happy to be with you.”

He flashes you a toothy grin before turning back around and you're left with your thoughts, thinking of how to repay Loki.

And as Bucky pulls you into the quinjet, the only thing on your mind is where you can purchase a gold and green, antique dagger.

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 2 years

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I'm bored, here's some

Shameless Headcanons

Specifically Gallavich

Ian cut his hair shorter and kept it shorter after seeing/finding out Clayton was his biological dad, he didnt want to feel more different from his siblings/estranged from frank as he already was. Seeing that he was his bio dads carbon copy copy he did the only thing he could do to change the similarities.

Mickey Milkovich is dyslexic, but a fucking wizard at math.

Mickey and Angie Zhago were friends, she was the first to know he was gay, she was his beard and played up their "hookups" to keep everyone thinking he was straight. He also kept assholes away from her.

Mandy and Mickey have different moms. In season 2x9 Ian and Mandy have the conversation about "lucky her mom is dead" but Mickey later says that his mom ran out. So IMO Terry cheated on Mickey's mom with Mandy's mom, but Mandy's mom died when Mandy was born, since Terry's on the birth certificate he gets custody and Mickey's mom raises Mandy.

Mickey's mom runs away while he's in juvie in season 2.

Mickey didn't know Terry was SA-ing Mandy, she refused to tell him.

When Ian is having an anxiety attack Mickey's smell grounds him.

When Mickey was in prison Ian visited him on multiple occasions during the first year he's locked up. When he first gets the EMT job/gets with Caleb (gross) his visits begin to dwindle and then just becomes phone calls and letters. That goes for about 6 months, then when Ian gets with Trevor he stops completely. Mickey thinking something happened to Ian breaks out and finds him.

When Mickey and Ian are at the quinceanera, Jesus says "you're that vato from the news who seduced the woman guard" I think the female guard was Angie Zhago, and he doesnt seduce her, but she helps her old friend escape. She says he seduced her because that's a less offending punishment than if she just let him go.

Mickey is demisexual and has only ever loved Ian. The park hookup, Mexico hookup, and Byron shit was just because he was lonely.

Mickey is a cat person.

The first time Fiona and Mandy are in town they come to Mickey and Ian's apartment to watch their wedding video, included commentary and reenactments from the grooms.

Ian and Mickey begin seeing a therapist both individually and as a couple thr 3rd year into their marraige. The couples one for upkeep Ian read somewhere it's the third and seventh years that marriages start straining and he doesn't want that. The individual ones for their own issues, Ian and his trauma from being groomed and SA'd all those years ago. Mickey from PTSD from Terry, abandonment from his mom, some internalized homophobia that still lingers in the form of his father's voice.

Ian loves scary movies, the gut wrenching jump scaring ones, classic and new. All monsters all killers, he loves them all. Mickey watches them with him but gets scared and hides his face in Ian's chest/shoulder. He tells Ian he fell asleep, he wasnt scared. But those nights they sleep with a plug in night light on, "it's so dark I'm gonna trip over your dirty clothes on the floor and break my neck on the way to the bathroom".

Terry knew Mickey was in Mexico when Ian came to ask for advice on being in the pen. Terry called Mickey and was like "that gallagher queer is going to prison hahaha" and Mickey thought his dad was just fucking with him until he saw the gay jesus shirt on the tourist.

Mickey loves playing connect the dots with Ian's freckles whenever there's a writing utensil by the bed.

After Ian and Mickey are first locked up together and everyone realizes they are actually TOGETHER it's a balancing act. There's an inmate or two who will tell Ian to keep his bitch in line then mickey will beat the shit outta them "liking what I like dont make me a bitch". Or ian being threatened and the other inmate saying "whose gonna save you huh your bitch?" Then mickey comes over and smirks as Ian beats the guy "I can handle myself, and he isnt anyone's bitch. "

Mickey can be insecure about his height and other short appendages and when he's like that Ian just worships him and praises him and adores him until Mickey feels good about himself in the moment.

Mickey definitely has a praise kink.

The picture Mickey had of Ian when he was away at the army was one he snapped of him on a night in one of the abandoned buildings that ian had put in Facebook. He prints it out at a Walgreens and sleeps with it under his pillow.

Mickey will have nightmares about terry finding them and the rape.

Yevgeny is biologically Terry's son. Mickey has a paternity test done. He wants to protect his brother from the hell he went through from his dad though, so he starts to help out with him and tend to him more because of it.

Mickey wants nothing to do with Yev at first because he keeps giving Mickey flashbacks to the beating and the rape. But it wasnt until Ian starts staying there that he begins to warm up to yev.

Mickey definitely overheard Ian tell Lip "if you ever hit my husband again I'll fucking kill you." He doesnt share that he heard, but he feels more settled.

Ian feels like he has to makeup to Mickey because of his bipolar.

Mickey buys the red medical dictionary and keeps journals to track Ian's moods and medications so he can understand everything.

Ian calls mickey beautiful as often as he can.

Mickey will do anything Franny asks, tea parties, liquor store robbery, hopscotch, anything. Ian often comes home to them sleeping in a pile of toys.

Ian gets Mickey a new guitar and mickey will play him songs that he wrote about Ian all those years ago.

Mickey will help Ian in the garden, especially when Ian coincidentally let's it slip that he forgot to put on sunscreen. Mickey comes charging out to put it on his husband then gets roped into mixing soils.

That's all for now.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich headcanon #shameless headcanons #my headcanons #i have more about the rest of the gallaghers and milkoviches #but these two are my favorites

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wh6res · 3 years

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dreams come true | yuta

"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny

[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]

tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened

disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.

wc. 5k

every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!

you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.

it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.

you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.

moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.

with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.

"119, what's your emergency?"

"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."

you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.

kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.

then came the gruesome parts.

their deaths.

they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.

they never stood a chance against him.

your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...

because your soulmate wasn't done yet.

a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.

the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.

"double-check all your windows and doors."

because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.

the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.

seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.

"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"

"yes."

you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.

"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"

you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."

mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."

there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.

"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."

he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.

"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."

and just like that, it made sense why you're here.

your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"

mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."

"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.

"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."

fucking great.

the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.

you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.

"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"

considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.

"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."

jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."

you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.

are witness protection protocols like this?

it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.

you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.

after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.

i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]

JJH: what? [received 2:10am]

often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.

buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]

when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.

the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.

life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.

today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.

the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.

the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –

your room number is a blaring sight.

you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.

that was your front door.

he was at your front door.

you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.

those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.

you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.

it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.

"he's stalking me."

as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.

"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"

jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"

"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."

the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"

you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"

shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.

"settle down! settle down, people!"

the professor enters and the class begins.

you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.

you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.

the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.

hi, soulmate

there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—

"hi! i'm yuta."

his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.

"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.

"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.

"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.

"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."

you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.

a fat tear rolls down your face.

"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."

"yuta—"

"you think the cops can save you from me?"

his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.

the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—

he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.

you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"

"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.

"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."

you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.

you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.

"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."

the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.

he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.

"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."

his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.

"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"

you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.

"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.

you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.

"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"

"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"

you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"

he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."

you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.

"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"

you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.

"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.

"n – no."

he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"

the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."

your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."

anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.

in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.

you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.

you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.

"eyes up."

you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."

if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.

the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."

your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.

"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."

"freeze!"

you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"

yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.

"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.

yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"

"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.

"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."

just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."

jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"

"i don't think. i know."

there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.

but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.

"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"

it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.

it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.

his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –

"great shot, mark."

the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."

yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.

the cops lost – you've lost.

yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.

mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.

"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."

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