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wilsonphiggs · 1 month

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I fucking hate mcsm btw (lying)

hey guys so I thought a bit too hard and I was thinking about how I would rewrite the story. one of my gripes specifically being with how they handled lukas and axel’s relationship. I went on a really long tangent on how I would’ve fixed it and I’ll paste it under the cut. (WARNING: IT’S A REALLY LONG RANT.)

so, I didn’t really like how they treated their dynamic. axel was so concerned for petra—and that’s understandable, considering she’s a friend—but they never gave a reason as to why axel SPECIFICALLY was worried so much, which caused him to lash out more. therefore, resulting in him mad at lukas for getting scared, along with the fact that he was the leader of the ocelots, yatta yatta etc. etc.

but my main point is: their mutual disdain for each other not only felt forced, but artificial. it felt so unreasonable, with axel shoving lukas around for seemingly no reason at times. not only that, but axel was just generally an asshole of a character. I get having someone joke around a little rudely if it’s all jokes and you know that—my friend group and I are like that all the time. but there’s a fine line between crude humor and outright bullying your “friends” or allies. not to mention he was just a frustrating character. “but… finders keepers!” when EVERYONE is in danger and he just refuses to give up the thing that would stop the witherstorm? a dick move.

and apologies, but lukas felt a little TOO nice at times in the first one or two episodes. yes, he’s generally a nice guy. and yes, he’s had some moments of getting frustrated or prickly. but considering that he was rivals with this group for so long, admitted that he didn’t really think highly of them for a while, AND petra herself called him arrogant? you can’t blame me for thinking that he was a bit too kind, even if he was trying to stay on good terms with everyone while the world was seemingly ending. yeah, he was awkward. and no, I don’t think he should’ve been outwardly hostile. but I don’t think he should’ve been quite as friendly as he was.

they should both have little quirks and flaws, but they should also both be lovable characters in their OWN ways. this is honestly how I would’ve written it:

it would’ve been better to make axel really stand off-ish because he doesn’t know how to really act around someone who was once “bad” in his eyes, but is now suddenly “good.” especially when the change is so sudden. distrusting, awkward, unpleasant interactions would feel much more natural rather than downright antagonizing lukas at every turn.

axel is really awkward and is a little distrustful of him because of so many factors, but maybe lukas interprets that as aloofness and detachment. lukas tries not to really disrupt conversations because he feels as though he’s intruding, but axel perhaps interprets that as arrogance and conceit. miscommunication, misinterpretation—these are much more natural ways of having animosity grow between two parties.

and hey, even better! this could allow you to have a choice ACTUALLY make a difference TELLTALE GAMES. (the company infamous for having choices in games that don’t Actually matter!)

maybe if you have axel stay behind with lukas to fortify the temple while also getting magnus, MAYBE you can see them actually visibly get along better! even if axel went off on his own to get magnus—which was him straying from the plan—maybe they agreed and decided it was for the better to get the order together again rather than just a few members. maybe you can see them having similar ideas, talking more, etc. etc.

and on the other hand, if you go with axel for magnus and choose olivia to stay, maybe axel feels a little more bitter towards lukas since olivia went off to get ellagaard. he feels bitter since he just let her go instead of convincing her to just STAY and wait for petra like the original plan was (even though he knows he would’ve broken that himself to go out for magnus, but moral highgrounds and such.)

yeah, sure. it’ll end in you getting both members of the order anyway. that won’t change. BUT, it still affects the characters! it fleshes out the characters more. makes them both have perks AND flaws! it HUMANIZES them, makes them more realistic.

and MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, if the conflict between them builds up enough, you might have to choose one side or the other at some point in the story! there could be several decisions that alter their relationship and how they function! one of your lifelong best friends who has ADMITTED that you’re one of his only friends, and you can tell he cares about everyone there (even if not entirely obvious,) or a friend that, while you once bickered a ton with in the past, is now genuinely making an effort to change and care and seems generally more agreeable now? they both love you and your friends, undoubtedly, but they’re too bitter to be around one another. there isn’t enough room for the both of them. one has to go, jesse. so, who’ll it be?

in fact, maybe there’s a scene where lukas and axel are in danger. in the ellagaard route (followed by more good decision making,) one actually saves the other from said situation and everyone lives. in the magnus route (followed by more bad decision making,) they both intentionally sabotage each other and you have to choose to save ONE. either that, or it’s as originally said, where there’s a story-changing fight and you have to choose one or the other.

this is a minor thing but I could not stop thinking about it. but oh well them’s the breaks pal /ref

#minecraft #minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm fanart #mcsm lukas #mcsm axel #mcsm art #I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE RANTING ABOUT THIS GAME AND ALL THE PROBLEMS IN IT #announcer’s announcements (drawings)#announcer’s announcements (rambles)

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Genshin. ~Aether x Reader~

-Don't go. Stay-

Part 3

!¡Warning¡!

Smut, bondage, unholy words, sub! Aether, dom! Reader, female and male reader, hair pulling, so minors. Do not interact!⚠️

Both have f! And m! Reader

If you do not like it, I understand. It's my first time writing smut 🥲 also this is pretty long.

I need help with my choices rn

People who asked choice C -private-

@raesleepyhead @jamieswings they didn't know what was coming...

Sorry, I tried to find a perfect image without *cough* *cough* being specific so I just had to use Google it came from Pinterest and it didn't tell me the artist...

~★

Choice C has been chosen

"Oh? Well, I can do this one."

Aether tilted his head in confusion. He moved closer so he can see what you chose....

"...! W- wait, you are actually doing it?!!?!" He blushed. Feeling flustered, he covered his face with both of his hands.

"Did you perhaps didn't want to?"

He shakes his head as a sign of no. He went to the bed, waiting for you. You got something in return for granting his wish.

[I'm re-thinking my life choices rn]

{Bold is the reader}

[And when he says your name]

Male! Reader

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He looked so pretty tied up in red ropes ♥︎

As you trailed down kisses on his neck, he whined. Trying to unzip your pants with his mouth. But when he saw your cock, he widen his eyes. He wondered how it's gonna fit? You reassured him that it will. You were just joking around, opening the cabinet to find some lube. To your surprise, there was a bottle of lube. Half used.

"My my! I didn't know you would do such things behind my back. Do you perhaps imagine me fucking your brains out?"

Smirking at his little attempt to look away. His throat was dry for words. He could only whimper at your words, you put a good amount of lube. Shoving a finger inside him, he arched his back trying to bite his lips to refrain his moans. Archons, your hands are too big! He can just even cum from it. You kissed him, licking the blood.

"Don't do that, your hurting yourself. Plus, I want to hear you. But even if you still do, you'll still be screaming my name in the end anyways."

Before he could answer, you shoved a second finger into him, he lets out a moan. Scissoring him even though he felt too much stimulation. You didn't even notice he came.

"T- too sensitive! Hgnh-"

He whined you to stop. His mouth doesn't match up with his body grinding into your fingers as you put a third one.

He frowned when he felt the loss of contact, he was about to say something until you kissed him. Muffling his moans in the kiss. You untied him and he thought he was free but until you griped his wrist and tied it to the bed frame.

You opened his legs, struggling to keep them close but stopped after you bit his thigh.

Very soft

You went between his legs, and before he could process it, you shoved your cock in him.

"HnGHHhH~! N- name! To m- much!"

He choked out a sob. Feeling pleasure and pain flowing through him, he couldn't think straight anymore! Only thinking about your cock. He wonders if three fingers are even enough! You made him all putty in your hands. You let him adjust it until you slammed into him once more.

Choking out a sob, he was a moaning mess.

After he came, you got your cock out of him but he tries to put it back in, grinding in the process.

"*hic* p- please name! Fuck me more! Let me touch you! Please! Cum in me!"

He begged you, sobbing when he didn't feel you. You kissed the tears away, rubbing his back to Soothe his cries. As soon as you untied him, he pushed you down on the bed. Putting his hands on your chest. Grabbing your cock to align it to his hole.

Slamming down, he stopped himself from cuming, edging in the process. He bounced on your cock, saying muffled praises about how good your cock feel inside of him.

You pushed the bulge that you made, that send him to Celestials. You continued fucking him, chasing your own pleasure. As you finally came inside him, you looked up to see aether passed out, smiling.

Of course, you cleaned him. Putting him in some comfortable clothes before cuddling him. Wrapping your arms on his waist.

Female! reader

{Bold is the reader}

[And when he says your name]

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He looked so pretty in red ropes ♥︎

He kept squirming around, he wanted to touch you! He just wants to stuff his face into your chest :( can't blame him. It looks really soft

"You can take 1 round right? I know you can. If you do, I'll set you free."

He nodded, he tried to keep calm but wanted to be inside you so badly! Whining, you started stroking him. Whimpering at the sensation, he started moaning. But tried to refrain it by biting his lips.

"Hmm, let's not do that, shall we? I like how my name sounds when you say it. Even if you still do it, I'll make sure to make you scream it."

As you whispered in his ear. He tried to hide his face in your neck from you seeing him being flustered. You stopped, his breathe hitched from the loss of contact. He looked at you, about to say something until you slammed down on him.

"H-Hngh!"

He choked out a sob, he felt so good! He arched his back, as you grind onto him. He felt so happy when you released him from the ropes! He hugged your waist as you move up and down, Begging to cum.

"Alright, I'll permit you for being such a good boy."

The moment you gave him the permission he came. But you were still going, he trembled and became overly sensitive from the last one. He stuffed his face in your chest, giving a light squeeze.

"T- too sensitive! I can't, please N- name!"

Although he says that, his body doesn't match up the way it buckled his hips into you. You both came, patting his head saying compliments of how good he is.

Smiling happily as he rests his tired state on you, laying on your chest....he fell asleep. Of course, you woke up before him so you got him cleaned.

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bbobpul · 8 months

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break my heart again 2 — njm

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader SUMMARY.how's jaemin gonna give back for all of y/n's efforts now that he finally can? it's been years—just how much has everything changed? GENRE. angst, fluff, she fell first 🤭 W/C. 3.5k NOTE. hello, part two is here! so sorry i couldn't make a taglist. i didn't have time to make one. nevertheless, i hope this fic make its way back to you. love u all and thankies sm !!!! also, my requests are open !!!

(⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!⁠→ my other works !!!!!! part one here!!

i find it hard to picture myself ever being as dedicated to something or someone again, just like how i dedicated my entire college life to na jaemin.

lately, i've been feeling like i forgot what it's like to actually have a dream. back then, na jaemin was my dream, he was my driving force. i would force myself to wake up so early in the morning just so i could see him (or his car) enter the gates of the university. i would go to school even though i am sick and feel a lot better when i get home because i saw na jaemin. but now two years after graduating, i still haven't found a decent job that i actually enjoy.

it's a common experience that many people go through, and i suppose i shouldn't complain about it. maybe i need to put in more effort and push myself harder. part of me wonders if having na jaemin back in my life would rekindle that same sense of dedication that i once had. but as i say these thoughts out loud, they sound absurd, even to myself. why would i wish for my first love to return just so i could find a decent job? why would i long for na jaemin to come back merely to feel that spark in my life again? it's puzzling why i'm even dwelling on thoughts of him and wondering if he holds the key to my happiness and success.

oh, to dream.

oh, for that old dedication to still burn within you.

if only you hadn't acted so dumb that day. could life have taken a different path? are you even happy now? if you hadn't let fear hold you back back then, if you'd actually been brave enough to listen and follow through, would you be happier today?

but no matter how much you keep bothering yourself with that memory, if people come up to you and ask if you feel bad about everything that happened that day, you'd say no. you don't feel bad at all.

deciding to let him go was one of the best things you did. he seemed happy when you left, and after that, you never heard anything about him. he's like a touchy subject in your group of friends, which can be tough sometimes since you share friends. but does it really matter now? him not being in your life probably means he's happier and more peaceful, right?

are you feeling peaceful? is being stuck in a 9-5 job that hardly brought you joy a happy situation? scratch that. did being in that job make you happy? clearly not, as you've just mustered the bravery to quit. and in doing so, you've never felt more joyful.

did you really make the right decision?

just as you were pondering your own question, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. you grabbed it and saw that the caller was renjun, your incredibly patient best friend.

"y/n," he said, his tone becoming unusually serious. "what's up?" you asked. "do you need money?" "yeah?" "here's the deal: our college is putting together a documentary film, and they've chosen your department. but guess what? your old classmates are bombarding me with messages because it looks like you're ignoring them all. frankly, i can't believe you even answered my call," he griped. "wait, hold on. what film? and why would they pick me? are they searching for someone with a post-college life so sad that it belongs in a documentary?" "well, you were practically a legend back in college, so… and apparently, the director specifically wants you, which leads to… well, another issue…" "what's the problem now?" "it's going to be directed by jaemin."

and just like that, you ended the call. but a few seconds later, renjun's call came in again.

"i'm not going to do it." "you stubborn brat." "why him?" "i have no idea!" "why is he even directing? wasn't he studying architecture or something?" "i don't know, y/n. i haven't heard a single thing about him since your graduation." "what do you mean?" "that's not important now, y/n. you're in need of money, right? seize the opportunity. do it for the cash." “so will you do it or will you do it?” “for the cash.”

...

"y/n, you've moved on, haven't you? what's done is done. i'm pretty sure jaemin has forgotten all about it. this chance is coming your way, so just accept it." "i guess i will."

you're drawn in by the idea of making some extra money and the possibility of catching the eye of potential agents or employers. right now, you're at a crossroads, thinking about how this documentary could be a stepping stone to more job opportunities down the line. this situation is different from what usually drives you – this time, it's not about others, it's about focusing on your own goals and aspirations.

you're deliberately avoiding dwelling on your past. just as renjun mentioned, you've moved beyond it. what's done is done. right now, your focus is firmly on the present and the potential that lies ahead in the future.

what's in the past is behind us, including whatever existed between jaemin and you.

from renjun

tomorrow at lunchtime, they'll be going over the schedules and discussing what to film. if you want, you can chat with the director now. his number is 0825 813 2000.

in response, you simply replied with a "okay."

the night before the lunch meeting, a jumble of emotions has you in its grip. the idea of reconnecting with jaemin, who used to be your best friend and is now someone distant, fills you with a sense of awkwardness. you tell yourself that this is about working together and the chance to grow professionally.

after taking a deep breath, you decide to shoot jaemin a text. your fingers hesitate as you type, and the uncertainty you're feeling seems to seep into your message. you finally press send, and your text reads, "hey, it's y/n. heard we're meeting tomorrow for the documentary. just wanted to check in before that."

in almost no time, your phone buzzes with a response: "hey y/n, good to hear from you. yeah, looking forward to our meeting. let's catch up and chat about the project."

the conversation is polite, but beneath the surface, there's an unspoken layer of complexity. you can feel the hesitation in your exchange, a silent recognition of the shared history that's now a distant memory. as you talk about the meeting and the documentary, the easy flow you once had is noticeably absent.

as the texts go back and forth, a sense of tension seems to hang in the air. it's as though the years of friendship you once had are casting a shadow over your conversation. the effortless connection you once shared now requires effort, and both of you can sense the change.

as the conversation wraps up with a simple "see you tomorrow," you're left with a mix of excitement and anxiety. the idea of seeing jaemin again, especially in a professional context, stirs up a range of emotions. this situation is a stark reminder of just how much things have changed – and maybe how some things can't go back to the way they were.

you believed the conversation had concluded, only for your phone to ring once more, bearing yet another message from him. as you read the words on the screen, "i missed you, y/n," a rush of emotions floods over you.

"what's going on with him?" you mutter to yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. your gaze remains fixed on the message for a moment, your attention drawn to the three blinking dots in the corner – a sign that he's in the process of typing a response. several more seconds tick by, the dots eventually vanishing, and in response, you shut your phone off. you make an attempt to settle into bed and get some rest, but truth be told, it's hard to claim you managed to sleep soundly that night. an undercurrent of thoughts and emotions keeps your mind restless.

the day of lunch lunch finally arrived. you sat across from jaemin, his words forming a distant hum as your thoughts remained clouded and preoccupied. the lingering impact of his recent message kept you in a state of unease, making it difficult to fully engage in the conversation he was leading.

then, something inside you snapped, and you found yourself abruptly interrupting him with a question that had been gnawing at you, "why me?"

he looked at you, his gaze steady, and his response was quick, "why not you?"

your frustration simmered as his words hit you. he was choosing to be cryptic, and it was only adding to your confusion. pushing past your exasperation, you pressed on, "listen, i know we didn't part on the best terms, but why come back now and act like everything's fine? i mean, sure, it's better than hostility, but why choose me? i'm the one who's no longer part of your life."

his expression remained neutral, void of any emotions as he replied, "that's not true."

you raised an eyebrow, challenging him to elaborate. "what's not true?"

"that you have nothing to do with my life, y/n," he stated firmly.

the weight of his words settled heavily between you two, the gravity of the situation growing more apparent. the lunch table had transformed into an arena for confronting unresolved issues.

you scoffed, unable to hold back your disbelief. "jaemin, i made one mistake, and now you're trying to imply that my actions shaped your entire life?"

his eyes held yours, unwavering. "y/n, it's not just about that one mistake. everything that followed, everything that shaped who i am today… it's all connected to you."

your mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what he was suggesting. the complexities of your shared history seemed to crash over you, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and a tangled web of unspoken feelings.

the weight of his words left you momentarily speechless, and in an attempt to shift away from the intensity, you sought to change the subject. "where are the other producers? why is it just you here?"

"y/n…" he began, his tone suggesting he wanted to continue the previous conversation.

however, you opted to sidestep the discussion entirely. you pretended as if the profound exchange hadn't just occurred. "i notice you're taking on the role of a director now. quite the career shift, huh?" you inquired, masking your internal turmoil with a casual demeanor. you acted as if there hadn't been a two-year gap in your connection, as though things between you were perfectly ordinary.

he met your gaze, a faint hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "i pursued another dream when i felt i'd lost the chance for my first one."

"your first dream… not architecture, then?" you prodded, curious about the direction he had taken.

he shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him, leaving you puzzled yet again. "no, not architecture. well, i suppose that just wasn't meant for me back then, but maybe it is now."

the cryptic nature of his response only added to the layers of confusion and intrigue that surrounded him. there was something about the way he spoke that hinted at deeper currents beneath the surface, emotions and experiences that he hadn't fully revealed. you found yourself torn between the desire to push for answers and the instinct to allow him his privacy. the lunch meeting had transformed into a stage for untangling not just the complexities of the documentary but also the intricate web of emotions and history between you and jaemin.

leaving the restaurant, a whirlwind of unanswered questions dances in your mind. yet, for now, you choose to tuck those thoughts away, focusing instead on the looming filming date just a few days away – next saturday.

in the span of time between that lunch and the upcoming shoot, jaemin proves consistent in his attempts to bridge the gap between you two. he regularly reaches out, updating you about his day and proposing get-togethers, which you consistently decline.

the days pass, marked by a series of messages and missed opportunities. despite the undeniable tension, there's an undeniable persistence on jaemin's part, a determined effort to reconnect and reestablish a sense of familiarity. however, your apprehensions and the memories of your past dynamics hold you back, keeping you from embracing his overtures.

as the countdown to the filming day continues, you find yourself in a delicate dance – balancing the unresolved history between you and the prospects of the future. the lines between your personal and professional lives are blurred, and the documentary project becomes a backdrop against which the intricacies of your relationship with jaemin play out.

you find yourself constantly pondering what his intentions could be. his actions leave you wondering, and you can't help but question what he's aiming for. in your perspective, you're merely a negative aspect of his life – a streak of misfortune. you would have expected him to have learned from the past, but his determination remains unshakeable.

as you contemplate these thoughts, your phone lights up once more, bearing yet another message from him. his name on the screen triggers a whirlwind of emotions – a mixture of uncertainty, annoyance, and a hint of curiosity. opening the message, you brace yourself for whatever he might convey this time. the consistency in his attempts at communication only serves to deepen the intricate web of emotions you hold for him, leaving you caught between your shared history and the unpredictability of the present.

"the offer's still there, y/n. :)" "jaemin, let's be real. just because i'm on board with your documentary idea doesn't mean we're suddenly best buds again. a lot has changed." "i want to reconnect, though." "actually, scratch that. i want to get to know you all over again." "jaemin, i appreciate the effort, but let's keep things professional, okay?" “i’m sorry, y/n. goodnight.”

after your straightforward message, his responses ceased. a silence settled in, stretching on until saturday – the day you were set to see him again. the anticipation and uncertainty had been building, and now the moment was finally at hand.

you stepped into the studio and immediately noticed that you and jaemin were the only ones present. your confusion must have been evident on your face, prompting him to address the situation promptly.

"um, the team thought having fewer people in the room would create a more personal atmosphere," he began, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "and, well, they decided to keep me here, you know, being the director and all, and also because we have a history…"

his words trailed off, and there was a subtle vulnerability in his tone. it was as if he was acknowledging the intricacies of your past connection, while simultaneously recognizing the complexities it introduced into your current dynamic. the studio, usually a place of creativity and collaboration, had transformed into a space laden with the weight of your shared history.

"it's okay," you responded, your words carrying a touch of reassurance. as your reply registered, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips – a detail you couldn't help but notice. after all, it was that very smile that had ignited four years of your life, a smile that held memories and emotions you had both shared.

"um, i'll just ask you a few questions, and then you're free to go," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness that didn't escape your notice. this new facet of his demeanor felt unfamiliar to you, a departure from the confident jaemin you had known.

you found yourself disliking this uneasiness, and a thought occurred to you – maybe it was time to rekindle something within him. as he began asking you questions, you decided to respond in a way that would evoke a certain familiarity between you two. it was a subtle attempt to bridge the gap, to draw out the person you once knew.

you had believed that his silence was what you wanted. you had convinced yourself that distancing yourself from him would protect you from the past mistakes. but now, facing the reality of the situation, you realized that perhaps a certain selfishness was ingrained within you. maybe, just maybe, you yearned to erase the distance, to defy your own rationalizations.

in this moment, you found yourself yearning to rekindle what had been lost, to bring back a connection that once meant so much. the conflicting emotions within you painted a complex picture of your desires – a battle between self-preservation and the longing for something more.

however, as you locked eyes with him and saw the lack of any discernible emotion in his gaze, a haunting wave of fear resurfaced within you. in that moment, it was as if time rewound, taking you back to the day of your graduation when your heart and spirit had felt shattered. the memory of that painful experience rushed back, accompanied by the doubts and uncertainties that had plagued you.

if you were to truly confront your own feelings, you'd admit that what you witnessed that night had left you questioning your own worth. the events had stirred up doubts about whether you had ever been deserving of taking risks for, whether you had ever been someone worth fighting for.

"hey, good morning, y/n."

"morning, director."

"how's today treating you?"

"pretty good, thanks."

"hmm, and what's life been like after college?"

"…"

"take your time."

"at first, i felt okay. my friends were all getting closer to their dreams, and i was genuinely happy for them. especially…"

"especially who?"

"especially the person i left behind."

"…"

"i was content being happy for someone else. then another year went by, and i wasn't feeling so great anymore."

"do you really think they're happy?"

"hmm?"

"the person you left behind."

"yeah. and my other friends seem happy too. they've got jobs they love, they're with people they care about, and i only had… renjun *laughs* … but sometimes, i can't help but feel like i'm the one who got left behind, you know? even though i was the one who walked away."

"let's talk about your person."

"oh *laughs* he's not my person."

pausing for a moment, you glanced at jaemin behind the camera. the question lingered in your mind: what was he trying to do? his actions and intentions remained a puzzle.

his expression grew serious, his gaze fixed intently on you. it was as if he had something to convey, something he was holding back.

"the last time i actually saw him was in an instagram post. he was with some girl. it happened on my graduation day. i waited the whole day, hoping he'd appear in the midst of the crowd. when he didn't, i held onto the possibility of seeing him by the gates. but that didn't happen either. my last hope was maybe he'd send me a single message, but by the end of the day, nothing came. then i went on instagram and saw a photo – a warning, i guess. a warning that i should just stop hoping. that… happened a few weeks later, i think. or maybe it was just a few days after our argument, the one where he told me he couldn't love… yeah."

you met his gaze and once again, his face was serious. his eyes were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open. a few moments passed, and he let out a shaky breath. screw it, you thought, it's out there now and i don't care anymore.

your silent exchange was interrupted as he shifted the camera away. confusion clouded your thoughts as you watched him move. he turned back to you, his expression still serious, and then he grabbed a chair from the nearby table. he sat down with his back facing you.

the room felt charged with unspoken emotions, leaving you to question his intentions and actions. it was as if he was peeling away layers, searching for something beneath the surface.

"did you know that…" he began, his voice breaking the silence. "she was his sister?"

"i never told you about her, that's on me," he admitted with a chuckle. "that was her last day, y/n. so i decided to spend the entire day with her. i'm sorry."

you were taken aback. "i'm sorry–"

"it's okay, y/n."

"i know i left you with so many questions that night, but let me tell you… every effort you made, every cookie you baked, i cherished all of it. i loved you. i'm sorry if my actions made you doubt yourself."

another pause filled the air.

"i left when you left."

"you were my dream. architecture wasn't really my passion, you know? i was struggling a lot, but luckily, you were there with me. i decided to chase after what i truly loved when you left, because i realized if i wanted you back in my life, it should be when i'm at my best, right? i wasn't lying when i said i couldn't love. i didn't want to love you when i was broken. i wanted to be the best version of myself for you. i thought that if i wanted you to be with the best person, then that should be me. so i became that person, a director, and then i planned all of this." his eyes finally met yours.

"i was always looking at you."

tears welled up in your eyes, and he seemed to notice. he took a step towards you and enveloped you in his arms.

"i'm sorry for not holding onto you back then, baby. but i promise, i won't let go of you now," he whispered.

"i'm sorry for leaving, jaemin," you sobbed.

"shh, you did what you thought was right."

"do you want to have lunch with me now?" he asked.

a mixture of emotions flooded your heart, and with a nod, you replied, "yes, jaemin."

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strawberry-jan · 5 months

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I had thought that my days of writing long fandom effort-posts were behind me but then I finished Gaiden and welp, here I am. I ugly sobbed at the ending and then spent the next several hours ugly sobbing in textual form at friends. I have some thoughts; I am going to put a few spoiler-heavy ones (read: a lot of them) under the cut after this brief (read: lengthy) spoiler-free introduction.

Y6 and Y7 left me feeling like the writers should’ve just retired Kiryu from the series after Y5, even if it meant leaving him lying there in the snow and never following up on whether he’d actually made it back to Haruka or was just dreaming. I have complained at length about nearly every aspect of Y6, but since it’s directly relevant to my feelings about Gaiden, let me state my gripe with the ending specifically: it was an absolutely bizarre move to position that game’s ending (1) after Y5 and (2) within a game that hits the player over the head repeatedly with the message that setting yourself on fire to keep other people warm is a mistake that hurts not only you but also those around you.

Kiryu walks down the sunny path away from Morning Glory at the end of Y6, and everything about the framing suggests that even though it’s bittersweet, it ultimately tends toward sweet: the old generation has made way for the new, Yuta is there to look after Haruka in Kiryu’s place (don't get me started on this), and his family is safe for good. The problem with this is that it’s a shit resolution considering the game’s themes and also a devastating ending specifically for Kiryu. We’ve just come off the heels of Y5, where it’s more obvious than ever that despite his gruff, stoic exterior, at heart he’s a warm, caring man who badly needs to be with the people he loves. Exiling himself to Nagasugai made him unspeakably unhappy; what he wants, and what everyone in his family wants, is to be together, and this is something that Y6 harps on initially and then forgets in its ending. Walking away from Morning Glory forever is condemning himself to a lingering death and neither Y6 nor Y7 acknowledges this meaningfully. (Y7, in fact, is infuriating about this; Kiryu’s cameo there felt so cheap and unnecessary that I, one of the man’s biggest fans, was irritated at seeing him there.) It would have been kinder to just kill him outright at the end of Y6.

In that context, Gaiden feels like an apology that also tells you, gently, that we're at the end of an era - for real this time.

Like a Dragon Gaiden: The Man Who Still Thinks Sunglasses Are a Proper Disguise is a roughly 25-hour outing (depending on how much time you sink into mahjong and whether you can get over your embarrassment long enough to close your blinds and watch the painfully awkward live-action hostess videos) in which the writers spend most of the run-time reassuring you, “Yes, actually, we do understand this character and the ramifications of his decision.” There are so many points in the story where it comes up that his family is the one thing that Kiryu wants and the one thing he can’t have. He’s explicit about his desire; you can go so far as to ask a wish-granting vagrant in a silly substory full of Dragon Ball (and also ball) jokes to give him his happy, peaceful life back, because even when Kiryu’s up to his balls in testicular puns, that’s what’s on his mind. There’s no façade that he puts up; the game simply acknowledges this want and goes, “Yes, that was the lesson you learned and discarded; sorry that you can’t act on it anymore, but that window closed in 2016 when you decided to die instead of taking the briefcase full of cash.”

So. This is sad enough. But what really broke me about the ending – and what I know really broke a lot of other people – was the fact that it’s so devastatingly clear that even if Kiryu were to have taken the Omi’s terrible offer to do away with Hanawa and get himself back to Okinawa, it wouldn’t have mattered. I think the writers were very deliberate about having everyone refer to the “kids in Okinawa” (yes, also in Japanese) when they make threats toward Kiryu’s family or talk about his desire to see them again. Kiryu thinks of them as his kids, but when he looks at the recording on Hanawa’s tablet, he sees adults with adult jobs and adult lives of their own. They love him, but their world has moved on without him, and there are no “kids in Okinawa” to return to; all this time, Kiryu has been clinging to a vision of his peaceful life with his kids that doesn’t exist and, in fact, cannot exist anymore. The series has always taken place (barring the spinoffs) roughly in the present moment with real time passing between entries, and I’ve never felt it so painfully acutely as I did in that moment when Kiryu realizes that Haruto can write.

And this is all of a piece, I think, with the speech he gives earlier in the game about wanting to do right by Kazama, Nishiki, and Yumi – more idealized visions of people he once knew and still loves. Hell, even though I’m disappointed not to get the fanservice that would’ve been Kiryu talking to Daigo, Majima, and Saejima at length, none of those members of the old guard have interacted with him since he left the hospital and went to jail at the start of Y6. It’s not just his kids who have moved on: Daigo is doing things for himself without sneaking back into Suzuki Taichi’s life to beg him for advice, and though Majima does roll his eye at Kiryu and tell him to stick around for a bit after the brawl (and the little knife-throw made me go hohohoh because I'm shameless and will take whatever scraps the studio deigns to give me), he and Saejima are bickering and joking around with each other like an old married couple. They’ve moved on, too, and Kiryu’s world is ghosts all the way down.

It's not all miserable, of course. I do genuinely love that Kiryu’s kids are happy, and although Kiryu sobs that he needed them more than they needed him, that seems more like a function of his chronically low self-esteem than anything based in reality. You can tell that the Morning Glory kids regarded him as a positive force in their lives and that they still do as adults – Taichi, for instance, says that he decided to be a firefighter because he wanted to protect people like Kiryu did. Kiryu’s family looked up to him but, crucially, without falling into the cycle that Kiryu did when he looked up to his own father figure. And it really warms my heart that clearly Haruka has been telling Haruto about her dad, such that the kid knows enough about oji-san to draw a picture of him with the rest of his family. I think a lot of other media’s writers would have chosen to make the Morning Glory kids bitter about Kiryu’s absence, to have them resent their dad for repeatedly disappearing on them. Maybe they did in fact feel upset with him for a while, but the video presents them all as happy and hopeful that maybe someday their not-dead dad will come back to have a drink with them – and I do hope that Y8 allows this to happen in some way. It wouldn’t be a return to his old life, but it would be something.

Anyway: I’d feel weird about talking at such great length about all of this without talking about the Big Dissolution Brawl and everything around it. It's all connected, after all. Just as Kiryu comes to the painful acknowledgement that his little world has moved on, so too does he have to beat it into Shishido’s skull that the organization that he’s still clinging to is a thing of the past. It’s not just that anti-Yakuza laws are making it more difficult for them to function and that the police and politicians have found ways to use them as scapegoats and pawns. It’s also that everyone who’s been in the business long enough understands that even the best men among them are still bastards and their organizations aren’t worth saving. Tsuruno – probably my favourite new character – is a fiercely loyal man who’s known for taking guys like Shishido under his wing; he also has no compunctions about plotting to murder Hanawa, threatening Kiryu’s family as a manipulation tactic, threatening Kiryu himself with a red-hot branding iron, and using Kiryu as an accessory to murder. Notable cool dude Watase made use of the Kijin Clan because their assassination services were necessary for him to get ahead, and he and Tsuruno readily discard Nishitani III the second he becomes a liability – gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet, after all. (I am not going into anything else about whatever the writers thought they were doing with Nishitani. I think there was something to do there with the game's interest in names and legacy but then, in classic RGG Studio fashion, they forgot to elaborate on it in any meaningful way.) For the first time since the late 80s, Kiryu is even forced to explicitly consider Kazama’s faults – albeit only briefly, and only in a substory.

Shishido himself wants to be the final boss of a previous game as if there's some kind of throne left to contend for (and his final fight is actually pretty reminiscent of the brawl with Aizawa, a high point in the series). And, at Kiryu’s insistence, he’s allowed to get out his blustering final speech about it – but he shouts about refusing to allow the old guard to dismantle the structure he’s ascended while everyone around him who actually matters is standing there, like, “Dude, the Tojo and Omi are over; read the room.” We're playing through the epilogue to Kiryu's saga, and we're seeing everything that drove that saga's conflicts being tied up or taken apart as needed. The kids will be alright no matter what happens to Kiryu, and while we already saw the Tojo Clan bite it in Y7 after its long decline over the course of the series, we're finally seeing that from the perspective of the guy who prolonged things by shoving Daigo into the chairman's seat and coming back to Kamurocho once a year or so for a Millennium Tower punch-out. Kiryu even acknowledges that, like Shishido, he loves this shit - "You hear someone out there's stronger... And soon your only thought is how to defeat them," he tells the man. But he goes on to say that that dream is meaningless in the face of other people's daily struggles. Again, it's time for everyone to move on. It's time for you as the player to move on, and you're being given one last real-time shirt-rip brawl against a man who won't accept that the era is over in order to underscore the point that it's over.

I’m not entirely sure how to finish this already too long post. There's a lot I haven't even touched on. I will say that I love Hanawa and Akame and Tsuruno. I love going back to Sotenbori. I love yet another game in which I can slam through the koi-koi and mahjong completion lists. I love all the callbacks and the sequence in the castle where you fight not-Kiryu and they've given him Gun and Sword like some kind of budget Sakamoto Ryoma. I love playing dress-up with my big burly guy. I love everything about the big boys’ night out in Chapter 4. I love that immediately after being tortured by Daidoji agents Kiryu can wander into the next room over to ask for a turn on their Sega Master System. I love how funny this game is when it's not socking me repeatedly in the gut. More than anything, I love that even though Kiryu’s enduring the world’s most drawn-out death sentence he’s still Kiryu and he’ll still snark at people and get really into little cars and involve himself in people's problems at the drop of a hat. I wish that I’d gotten to see Kiryu getting tripe with the old Tojo guard at the end of the game, but that’s what fic is for. I will not be writing that fic any time soon because I’m still way too deep in my feelings about this game to write anything cheerful about it. As I said, Gaiden feels like an apology, and while it made me cry harder than a video game has ever made me cry before, I’m so happy to have received it.

#like a dragon gaiden #there are no spoilers above the cut but if you click through uhhh watch out #this was an embarrassing number of words SORRY #and I hardly touched on some aspects of the plot

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suethesocks · 7 months

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Ascalon Redesigns!

Ive always bashed Ascalon alot (still do) but watching kuro's breakdowns i coudnt help but wonder about how cool it wouldve been if it was actually executed well

My main gripes with it is that it didnt look like technology, made no sense to look the way it does, and felt very poorly thought out overall like the lore for it was a complete afterthought

As you can see here (and in my george design) Ive made ascalon alot more technological-looking and like something azmuth would actually build

So whats the deal with this device? Ascalon is a weapon that uses the incomplete DNA of powerful beings (such as celestialsapiens) to harness their power and manifest it into a superpowerful suit of armor and weapon that, if used correctly, can be used to dissect and study the fabric of reality.

This way Ascalon contrasts alot more directly to the omnitrix, being both DNA devices of sorts. And both made for the purposes of knowledge, but one is alot more destructive and obviously made for offensive purposes than the other

I gave it those weird vertical circle thingies to sort of look like the star alignment we saw in the flashbacks with Zennith. Always found it weird how that never came up and the design didnt evoke it at all apart from simply.. being long?

The armor and weapon are based off of the user and what their mind sort of understands as "combat gear." This is why it looks like a knights armor for George and how it manifests into a sword (or rather one of those cartooonishly large claymores). I tried to give it white tubes and some green dots to evoke the omnitrix more. Also slapped on a cool big cape because every robot armor should have a cape tbh. I didnt intend for that at the time but this ended up being a motif throughout the designs, finding a way to incorprate cloth into them

Here we have a hypothetical design for azmuth if he were to wield it. For galvans i imagine they probably go into battle in giant mechs, so thats what his ascalon is. Gave ascalon that 1 zigzag that his staff in soto has, but tried to move away from the soto mechs design for this bc i never imagined that one was used for serious military combat

In the azmuth flashbacks we saw that he gave Ascalon to an incursean warrior which is what led to their homeworld's destruction. I think DJW later said that the warrior was not an Incursean but idc !!

I drew this in the same pose that the warrior had in the shot we saw him in. Gave him the classic incursean helmet as well as some more incursean-y elements to his armor. He has a normal sword that looks more like canon ascalon's than george's (i wish i could pretend it was because hes the technical original wielder of ascalon so he gets to have the design match the canon but no it was a coincidence)

We saw Vilgax wield Ascalon for a brief moment in the show so i had to! This ascalon was a very easy choice for me since i made up my mind ages before i even got the idea. Vilgax should never ever wield any sort of weapon, because hes simply strong enough on his own that he can pure muscle and brain his way out of any conflict. Brute force is his fortei, not becasue hes dumb but because he just doesnt need to do anything else. BUT if you were to give him a weapon, it shouldnt be a sword or a gun (both things UAF had lmao) it should be something like a hammer or a mace or gauntlets. Brute force sort of weapon

Vilgax is a already warlord so it was simple to work off of his canon OS design (the coolest one) and come up with an armor for him. I also took some inspirations from Eva Unit-02 for the helmet and the cape (specifically its debut where it was covered in cloth)

Of course, for ascalon i had to go with hammer. I mean his ship is called the Chimeran Hammer so you gotta! Also i think its the most fun visual with vilgax

Last but not least, the last person to wield ascalon in the show, Ben himself! I originally wasnt planning to do this, but then i got the idea of giving him these 2 designs to represent his change in mindset he has in the finale

In the beginning hes mostly influenced by how he saw george wield ascalon and stuff,and hes kinda losing it in the sauce a little. So he has an armor similar to that of goerge. Then as he remembers his friends and his humanity, he comes back down to earth (metaphorically?) and his armor itself shifts to represent this, being a mostly cartoonish armor based off ultra ben who i assume is like bens sona or something lol

The cloth is a menacing badass cape like George's, but then shifts into this sort of bubbly friendly skirt. His weapon also shifts from daggers wrapped around the omnitrix (representing using the omnitrix as a wepaon) to a shield wrapped around the omnitrix (representing using the omnitrix as a peacekeeping device)

These weapons dont actually interact with his omnitrix in anyway, theyre mostly just wrapped around it so he can still access it. The aliens would probably have george's armor but with slight changes to fit each alien better

Bonus!!

My own takes on Vilcubra and Dagax

Always really really really disliked both of these designs in the show, they felt like they went through zero drafts before the final design and they just kinda did whatever (which isnt far off from how the rest of this arc was handled lol)

I tried making vilcubra look more creepy and like his body was indeed transformed to be a servant, and also closer to how the lacubras actually look so i SLASHED off his toesies and took out his eyes and put them on his shoulders so they dont look like eyes (leaving room for the teeth to overtake the face) also gave him a tail

I think the idea behind having Dagax be a floating vilcubra head vilgax was because they thought a floating normal vilgax head would look goofy (theyre right) but i think they failed to realize that the floating vilcubra head is equally goofy even if indeed you give it red eyes. So i just tried to make my design be something of a mix between the actual Dagon and vilgax

I admit i ran into some trouble trying to do that as vilgax was the OG cthulu inspired design, so trying to mix him with other cthulu presented trouble. I tried to at least slant his eyes the same way they looked in OS and give him the OS yellow spots, as well as the 2 big tentacles he has in the back of his head in OS and OV

#art #digital art #fanart #ben 10 #ben 10 fanart #ben 10 ultimate alien #vilgax #azmuth #ascalon

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clangenrising · 8 months

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Month 6 - Greenleaf

“He just abandoned the kid!” Yarrowshade cried, tail lashing as he paced. “I can’t believe him!” Crouched near the river, Goldenstar winced sympathetically. Yarrowshade had been furious since yesterday and she could see why. The news of Toadpaw’s capture had been jarring to say the least and he and Russetfrond had never gotten along very well in the first place.

Turning her gaze back to the water, searching for a flicker of scales under the surface, she said, “I’m sure he did what he thought was necessary.”

She thought back to the assessment they had taken together as apprentices where their mentors sent them to investigate a ‘missing patrol’. She, Russetpaw, and his sister Heatherpaw had discovered his mentor, Darkrush, ‘wounded’ in a set of tunnels. Before they could figure out what had happened, Sunstar (Sunblaze at the time) had descended on them pretending to be a fox. Russetpaw had made the choice to abandon Darkrush in favor of falling back to set a proper ambush for the fox in the next chamber and Goldenpaw had felt terribly about it, even though no one was actually hurt. That had been around the time her crush on him had started to fade, she recalled.

She twitched her whiskers and forced her vision to refocus on the water. A second too late her paw flashed into the water, just missing the little silver fish she had been aiming for.

“Mouse-dung!” she hissed under her breath and stood, deciding to move to a different spot on the shore.

“Just because he thought it was necessary doesn’t mean it was right,” Yarrowshade grumbled, kicking a stone. It clattered along the pebbled strand. A few tail lengths away, Scorchplume’s face parted the grass as she poked her head out to scowl at them.

“Do you think you could gripe louder?” she huffed, “maybe then you can scare off the deaf mice too.”

“Sorry, Scorch,” Yarrowshade’s ears wilted.

Scorch shook her head and slunk out of the grass to come stand within a more conversational distance. “Look, I can settle this once and for all. Did you see the trap this Toadpaw got stuck in?”

“No,” Yarrowshade shook his head, “but Russetfrond said it was made of cold silver lines that were as thick as a mouse’s tail and stronger than stone.” Goldenstar shuddered again at the thought. What a strange and frightening thing. Once again, she found it hard to focus on the river over the conversation behind her.

“Then your Russetfrond was right,” Scorchplume said matter of factly, causing Yarrowshade’s brow to furrow deeply. “Those traps are specifically made to catch cats. Once you’ve triggered them there’s no way out. Sometimes if you’re fast you can get caught under the door and wiggle your way out but you’re more likely to lose the fur on your tail.” She shrugged as if that was that. Yarrowshade definitely wasn’t satisfied.

“But there must have been something we could have done!” he protested. “The twolegs can open them easy enough, there has to be a way.”

“Sure,” Scorch laughed, sitting down with a swish of her ginger tail. “Once you grow those long twoleg toes let me know and I’ll show you how to get the traps open. I’m telling you, beebrain, unless you have a couple hours to try and flip it over, you don’t have a chance.”

“Have you seen many of them?” Goldenstar asked curiously, looking over her shoulder, all pretense of fishing abandoned.

“A good amount,” she nodded, casting her cool gaze in Goldenstar’s direction. “There are plenty of them in the city. You have to get good at spotting them if you don’t want to get caught and altered.”

“Altered?” Yarrowshade asked, still frowning.

“Yeah,” Scorch shrugged. “You know, notched? Fixed? Emptied?” Both Yarrowshade and Goldenstar stared without recognition for a moment. Scorchplume sighed. “They make you sleep and when you wake up your bits are gone and your ear is notched. After that you can’t have kits. Do you guys really not know about that?”

“Oh,” Goldenstar said, “We call it going to the cutter. I’d never heard of them notching your ear though. Why would they do that?”

“Apparently it’s a mark of shame,” Scorchplume rolled her eyes, seemingly not convinced of her own explanation. “To show the world you’re unworthy of their love. House cats that get altered don’t have their ears notched.”

“Weird,” Yarrowshade screwed his mouth to the side, eyes drifting to the ground in thought. Goldenstar had to agree with him. Seemed to her that a twoleg deciding they didn’t want to keep you was a blessing, not a curse.

“The point is,” Scorchplume said haughtily, “Your Russetfrond was right. There was nothing they could have done for the kid. Better him than the rest of them.”

“But that’s so cold hearted!” Yarrowshade protested again.

“Maybe,” Scorch shrugged, “but that’s life. You either look out for yourself or you get killed.”

“Not here,” Yarrowshade glared, not necessarily at her but at her words. “Here we look out for each other. I would gladly die for my Clan.”

“Alright, you have fun with that,” Scorchplume scoffed and Goldenstar noticed her squirming slightly. She frowned.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Goldenstar said, crossing to brush her tail against his leg. “But sometimes getting killed only means one more grave to dig. I think we could stand to remember that.”

Scorch smiled slightly and blinked slowly in her direction. “Well said, your excellence.”

“I guess,” sighed Yarrowshade. “I’m just tired of losing cats and being powerless to stop it.” Sullenly, he nudged another stone with his toe. Goldenstar leaned her head against his shoulder and purred sympathetically.

“I know,” she sighed. “Me too.”

Scorchplume watched them for a beat and Goldenstar caught a small glimpse of a twinge in her throat and something distant and choked and forlorn inside her gaze. It made her want to reach out but knew the other she-cat would probably be uncomfortable with sudden physical contact.

“Well, I’m probably going to head back to camp,” Scorchplume said eventually. “All the prey around here has probably gone to ground for a good while.”

“I think I’ll join you,” winced Goldenstar. “I can’t seem to focus on anything. What do you think, Yarrowshade? I’d say a nap is in order.”

“Yeah, alright,” he shrugged. “I’ll see if I can go out with Pantherhaze after sundown and recoup our losses.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Goldenstar said. Flicking her tail in Scorchplume’s direction, she started the trip back to camp.

~~~

As they neared the ridge, Russetfrond and Branchbark passed by them, likely getting an early start on the dusk patrol. Goldenstar faltered in her step at the sight of him.

“Everything alright?” Scorchplume asked softly, eyes flickering from her to Russetfrond.

“Yeah,” Goldenstar nodded. “I’ll catch up with you.” Scorch dipped her head graciously and slid up beside Yarrowshade, almost hiding from Russetfrond’s subtle glare in his shadow.

“Ignore him,” Yarrowshade said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “He’s just jealous.”

Russetfrond scoffed but the ginger cats were already too far gone for him to give a proper retort. His eyes caught on Goldenstar as he focused on the path ahead and he frowned.

“Hey,” she said, throat suddenly tight. “Have a moment?”

“I suppose I could spare one,” he said, sounding artificially cold. When did he start hating me? Goldenstar wondered. Branchbark shuffled awkwardly, glancing quickly between the two of them.

“Should I…” he trailed off, tail tip starting to twitch.

“No, you’re alright,” Goldenstar smiled, then said to Russetfrond, “I just wanted to say I think you did the right thing yesterday.”

“Oh?” he asked, one brow lifting.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Thank you for making the tough call. I know that must not have been easy.”

Russetfrond nodded. “I’m glad you understand.”

Goldenstar’s stomach fluttered hopefully. “That’s all. Good luck on patrol.”

“You too,” Russetfrond said automatically. She bobbed her head and slipped past him. Maybe things between them weren’t so bad after all.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Goldenstar #Yarrowshade #Scorchplume #Russetfrond #clangenrising

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tornioduva · 3 months

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Gerudo Redesign (coming at some point)

ok, so, i discovered that i like being active here, it kind of motivates me uhuh. so, while i have energy, i want to give breath to some other ideas and discussion i have and want to make.

So, long story short: i'd like to propose a new look for the Gerudo women from the Zelda series. But this will require some research on my part first. But you can join in it too!

So, while this is a fun exercise on its own, it's been motivated by a specific thing, that being a series of threads on orientalism i read, plus articles and discussion.

One of the things i always praised about the Tears of the wild duology, is the way they built the world, made it feel alive and how grounded and thought of a lot of things were, especially regarding the various people living. and especially regarding the Gerudo, the citadel blew my mind at the time.

At the same time, something always felt off about how they looked, despite being extremely varied and interesting. Like, them showing so much skin in the scorching sun and freezing nights; I appreciate the sight, and i'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life being pressed against the midriff of these beautiful women, but it feels like their outfit is designed more for appeal than for...using it. You could say is part of their genetics in being a different race altogether to not suffer extreme temperature, but it does not convince me honestly, at least not while they look so human. At the very least, i think we can convey it better than just "they can", something along the line of the dwarves in dungeon meshi.

Plus they all wear heels and run on the sand.

In addition to my personal gripes, then all this discourse on orientalism added on, all the various borrwed aesthetics in their clothes borrowed from a century of stereotypes, and so on.

All this to say that i very much think a better design, far less rooted in orientalism and fetishitazation. also racism, because yes, having one race of people, amidst other more fantastical ones, being defined different than the regular "human" ones just by being taller, browner, genetically and culturally more violent and living in the desert,

But it requires a good amount of research on a lot of things i don't know, like how people live there, what kind of different actual cultures might be appropriate to represent and maybe some changes in their physical appeareance.

Am i stroking my ego a little in announcing it instead of just making it? maybe.

Mainly though this was to motivate others in joining the discussion if they liked the idea. i'm going to do this research on my own anyway (very slowly though, uhuh), but if anyone reading want to contribute, share ideas, culture, attires, or just their own opinion, feel free too and i'll try to consider them all!

Thanks in advance if that will be the case! otherwise, till we meet again with some actual ideas put to paper uhuh.

#tornio #tornioduva #torniod #fantasy #fantasy art #gerudo #zelda #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #tears of the wild #zelda tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #botw #loz totk #zelda totk #totk #loz botw #gerudo redesign

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risingoflights · 23 days

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Hmm, you don't feel comfortable talking about it unless someone asks your opinions? Then this is your official ask!

I've never played the critically acclaimed- er, you know. And I have no idea what the Ilsabard Region is or what its story and tone are.

So! What is it, and how does it compare to what you've experienced of Rebirth so far? What do you get from one that's missing in the other? What are the strengths and weaknesses of each narrative, and which do you feel, at this point, will have the most replay value?

(Plus anything else that's crossed your mind!)

ah friend, you should know better than to ask, but thank you for asking <3

leaving xiv out of this for a moment, i can tell you exactly why chapter 7 specifically of rebirth is the one to have caused me to openly gripe.

and, as you might expect, it's to do with hojo.

i was always going to judge the entirety of this game by its handling of hojo, and so far i've been sorely disappointed. standing by what i said in my previous post about nostalgia and fandom goggles, i still believe there was more written into hojo in og than, say, scarlet and heideggar. and since remake did a decent job rounding out president shinra, i was hoping hojo would get similar treatment. so far though, it seems like they've gone the opposite way.

i try not to make too many comparisons to og because many characters are pointedly deviating away from their og characterisations (rufus seems a standout so far), but this point in og was importantly where hojo started shaping up to be more than the trope he began as. it was crucial that as soon as sephiroth reappeared, hojo abandoned shinra. in fact if memory serves, someone (heideggar or rufus?) even points this out in og - hojo's 'disappeared'. then when you see him in costa and cloud asks why he's there, hojo admits 'the same reason as you'. cloud was chasing sephiroth, so was hojo. and he was doing it without shinra because finding sephiroth wasn't on shinra's agenda - at least not at that point.

i was actually so hopeful and happy at the end of remake where the camera pans across the executives lined up in front of rufus, and hojo is decidedly missing - off laughing to himself...! excellent! that defiance seems to have led nowhere in rebirth!

you could argue that in rebirth, hojo decided to continue using shinra resources to go after sephiroth and he's still playing his own long game. doesn't change the fact that rufus was openly out to kill sephiroth now - so what did he tell hojo to make him stay, if hojo had wanted to leave? i mean, you could argue a lot of things to make things make things deeper. and maybe things will get deeper - i'm only halfway through rebirth after all - but rebirth hojo was still on the beach to capture the robes and study them. that single-minded drive and obsession with sephiroth just isn't present. it felt like the icing off the original cake. the bikini girls fawning on him, really fun! him throwing off-handed remarks about recruiting them for his sephiroth breeding program, noooooot... as fun! the whole shinra bigwig come to town, johnny being made to carry his briefcase and push crowds on the beach out of his way? ish! sort of a... dazzling superficial picking of what that scene originally was? did i laugh? yes! was i let down? also yes!

the other thing that really grated on me was the optional aerith dialogue, but that's no surprise - the whole aerith situation has been one big headache for me so far and promises to continue to be so. talk to aerith on the beach and she says a bunch of things about hojo culminating in 'i hate him'. oh. oh, like we really needed this explicitly said? you know, what i really loved about og here is twofold - 1. hojo doesn't appear to even remember aerith's name, which is such a good demonstrating of him not registering her as worthy of ifalna, compared to rebirth where hojo literally yells this at her during battle. this was one of the neat little consistent touches about og hojo - he didn't give a shit, but passively and dismissively - like, it's not so much he deliberately chose to harm others as he just didn't even register harming others as a concept, which made the few people and times he did choose to be sadistic stand out more. and 2. og aerith, instead of... any of the ugly things she could've said to and about hojo, asks him about her lineage and connection to sephiroth instead. how loaded does that make their relationship? that no matter what he did to her and her mother, she still registers him as a source of knowledge and felt pressed to ask him despite the subject being a particular sore point for her?

og aerith probably also hated hojo - i mean, that just makes sense. but the way that scene played out really sets precedent for more questions... what more? what else? which. i guess summarises a lot of the issues i have with rebirth so far. that whole sense of wonder is just not there. the game likes to hand you everything, tell you exactly what to think. this is often done at its detriment, because real complexity simply cannot be spoonfed! BUT - i have to keep reiterating - nostalgia and fandom goggles. they're grafted to my face and i can't take them off.

....so after all that, would you still like to hear about ilsabard? i realise i've just completely failed to answer all your questions but, thank you for allowing me to vent a little!

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strayheartless · 9 months

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I’m thinking of liverpepper… and it’s making me sad.

So here, have a AU brain dump over cloud and his Geostigma:

I know we’ve seen Mako drawn as tablets, but I kind of imagine Clouds Mako days as being either injections like steroids or him having to go to the hospital for specific mako treatment, like chemotherapy.

Cloud was off school a lot. As a result he had to work twice as hard as everyone else just to keep up and graduate. His friends always brought him his homework, but there were some teachers (you know the ones) who made him feel guilty about how often he got laid up.

Like it got bad enough that now Cloud kind of has a complex about it as an adult, and Leon has to keep reminding him that he’s not weak for letting his body heal.

We know (from sora) that Mako used to affect his memory, make him pretty much a zombie. But I imagine that it’s worse straight after treatment. Like he’ll be in bed for two or three days but then for the next week -maybe two if it’s bad- Cloud kind of used to walk around in a haze. Squall, Zack, Tifa and Aerith used to tag team on who would guide him from lesson to lesson.

Squall used to act as a bit of a body guard with Zack. If anyone dared gossip about Cloud or try to make his day more difficult while he was vulnerable, they’d end up having the terrible twosome descend on then. Turns out there a lot of ways you can threaten someone without getting caught.

Cloud didn’t stop taking Mako until age 18. And he absolutely has been hospitalised by it.

He’s had Mako poisoning twice, and each time people truly thought he would die.

He was part of a clinical trial for materia to begin with, and it meant he had to forgo Mako treatments for 4 months (to get it out of his system) before they could start him on Materia.

Those four months were probably the most fraught and painful of his life. He spent most of it asleep and in agony, while Squall refused to leave him ‘just incase’. The entire friend group rallied to try and make it easier.

The first month on Materia was also not fun. Lot of knew side effects while his body got used to it. Some got easier, some he still has. He doesn’t suffer from tinnitus or depth perception issues anymore, but he still has periodic bouts of insomnia. He also deals with almost chronic heart burn.

Materia doesn’t effect his memory like the Mako, but it doesn’t help either. The Mako did a serious number on his brain tissue, and while doctors are sure his brain will recover, it seems to be a long arduous process.

Sometimes Cloud requires a mobility aid. Sometimes a cane, sometimes crutches, sometimes -if it’s bad- he needs a wheelchair to get round a supermarket or mall. It depends on the day, the spoons and the sores.

The first thing Cloud demanded be done when they adopted Sora and Roxas, was that they get them checked for the Geostigma Gene. He knows they are not - biologically speaking -able to get it from him, but Leon agrees just to settle Clouds anxieties about it.

Nowerdays his Geostigma is the most manageable it’s ever been, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Lockdown was scary In their house. It’s no exaggeration to say Squall whipped down every surface, sanitised every piece of food packaging, made sure anybody with even a sniffle quarantined as soon as it happened. And Cloud -for all his griping that it was fine appreciated it.

after lockdown rules started easing Sora and Roxas started feeling super anxious about going out incase the brought something back. Because it wasn’t a joke to them.

Cloud himself dealt with a sudden surge of powerful anxiety even going out the front door.

Squall got him one of those sunflower lanyards, that lets people know you are immunocompromised, and it helps a little, but they all felt different about going outside.

These are just a few thinly thoughts.

#liverpepper #kingdom hearts #cloud strife #squall leonhart #strifehart #liverpepper au #thinking thoughts #Geostigma #chronic illness #cloud has Geostigma #liverpepper family #KH sora #KH roxas #ffvii #ffviii

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chaifootsteps · 2 months

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Ok, I know She-ra reboot wasn't your fandom, but you allowed allows to rant about it in your ask box, which I thank you for.

So, we all come from different cultures and have different beliefs. We can't all collectively agree on what Adora and Catra are to each other. But we will take some facts. So, they were two orphans that grew up in a foster home environment and had the same foster mother, but we all know they saw Shadow Weaver was a literal mother, they just never explicitly called her mom. Now, one thing was is that Catra and Adora were very close as children and growing up, that Adora being the sweetheart she was always tried to include Catra even when Catra pushed her away. Catra is a cat girl so she slept by Adora's feet, they apparently even showered together? (Idk how true that is, I think someone who worked on the show said that, I don't remember it being in or mentioned in the show, if anyone wants to come enlighten me) ok, so we get it. They were very close growing up.

Ok, now here's my gripe with the trope. So ND Stevenson revealed early on that Catradora would be end game. A lot of people had their beef with that, especially since some felt the show didn't show any character growth for their romance. So they end up together at the end, they kiss and credits roll.

So, I looked it up. The trope doesn't exactly have a name? But it's "we were very close as children, got separated for a bit, but we reunited to date now", yeah a mouth full. I wouldn't call it childhood romance tbh. I've seen this trope used in other shows and media. I don't like that trope. More examples are star vs the forces of evil, but you know, we'd had to watch Star and Marco be with other people first. But it's different since they met at 14 and 15 and were roommates for a bit before Star returned to Mewni for a bit and they kissed before the finale.

There's a lot of animes with this trope too. Kizaiver, Your Lie in April, Blue Spring Ride, A Silent Voice. Sorry, just tried naming some popular animes from the top of my head.

Ok, I don't understand this trope. I'm sorry, I just don't find it realistic. When I've seen "real life" examples, turns out they just had history together in 8th grade and sat at different tables never speaking to each other, but met at 26 and got married later. Ok sorry, this is weirdly specific. Just I feel like this trope isn't real or applicable to real life. I feel like some people just want to emphasize and put importance to their relationship in a way that's not true or wasn't there.

So here's how it applies to HB. So Viv really saw some cute fanart and incorporated and changed the story up for it????

Ok???? But like....the ship is still so bad....

It just feels so forced and feels like she went this way cause she saw it a few times in other works.

Ok, sorry for the rant. I just truly feel like some creators pull stuff out of their ass to try making us ship bad ships.

Thanks for the insight into Catradora. I think regardless of how two characters meet, whether they knew each other as kids or not, it's not going to be a good ship if the writing isn't there.

Honestly I think Stolitz was never going to feel natural or sincere -- why none of her canon ships ever really do -- because Vivzie doesn't seem to get why one human being loves another. Her understanding of it stalled early on in her yaoi fic days and never went anywhere beyond that. They're gay, that's enough for Viv.

#Anonymous #actual blog post #viv stuff #stolitz critical

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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Annndd Everything went out of the window.

Lady lesso x reader

This fanfic is a remake of the talent showing in Leonora's class but with slight differences and a reader that have literally to much power. Oh theirs a little bit of horny teen vibe to I seem to not be able to write a fanfic without sexual tension.👌🤣

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You where in your wife's class, it was quite early in the morning but Leonora always had the special ability to make you quite interested in her course and you never really knew for sure how. Internally you were suspecting that it was only because it was her that teaches you something, that maked you listen. After all you were quite use to be the one listening to her but it wasn't a problem for you, Leonora's voice was just the closest to music to your hear.

Anyway, sitting in the front row like the teacher's pet you were, your eyes automatically locked onto lady lesso's fugure that was walking side to side in the class, making her perfect hands move to accentuate or emphasized what she was saying. She was the epitome of beauty and grace something that wasn't supposed to be attached to a villain. Every time you had the chance to see her in all her glory, you couldn't help yourself to think that she was everything but normal, but you knew it was what makes you love her so much. Your concentration on her only came to an alt when both of your eyes found each other's staring deeply for a certain laps of time. It made you blushes furiously, you felt so vulnerable and you could have sworn the other students where looking at you. It didn't took long, before discreetly your eyes broke apart from hers, to land on your hands on top of your desk.

Lady lesso smiled at your reaction, secretly thinking you where absolutely adorable to be destabilize by her only looking at you. However, she rapidly got her cold facade back not wishing to show to anyone any type of weakness and she just cary on with what she was previously saying with her hard but terribly sexy voice.

Nevers! Today you are going to have the chance to test your powers and capacity. I want you to dazzle me with whatever talent you have.

Make me proud...the redhead sayed while turning her cane in her fingers and smirking devilishly.

Leonora turn to one of the student in your class and slammed her cane on his desk.

Your first.

The Nevers start showing his power and you could see in your wife's eyes that she was really unimpressed. The boy in question barely knew how to control his power, he was quite ridiculous and it was a pity really. You even felt a little sad for him when Leonora's voice rang in the class with no pity or restraint to tell him how weak he was.

How Pathetic!

She turned to an other student this time a girl that you knew was named Serena and layed her eyes on the girl, cold and unwavering before telling her with a voice full of desperation.

Please tell me you can do better.

You looked at the girl to and you saw her smiled at your wife with her pretty little eyes directed on her, and your hand suddenly griped the desk pretty tight. A raging breath came out of your lips, it was discreet but still there. You hated when your body reacted like that at the sight of someone else that you, manifesting interest for Leonora. It honestly was a total mood change for you, passing from interested in the others talent to completely pissed and jealous that your wife's attention was on an other that you. It didn't help either when you heard the girl reply to your wife with her honeyed voice full of determination to please your love.

Yes of course Lady Lesso!

It was hard for you to keep your anger at bay to be honest, only one word and she could be suffering but you knew pretty well that things wouldn't go well for you if you did that without specific indication to use your powers.

Leonora didn't knew about your capacity yet after all. You haven't talked about them with her, that even if you had started dating technically moths ago now and that you both knew pretty much everything about the other. It was kind of a relief that she never asked question or anything about them because they where quite powerful and could be seen has a real treat for pretty much...everyone. You where scared about what would be her reaction and what she would think about them. Even using them in class right now was something you wasn't really sure about and quite worried. But this girl, well she was giving you more and more reason to forget your fears and just use them on her.

Anyway, with your fists tightly closed and your eyes still on the scene, you witnessed a ball of energies forming itself in the never girl grasp and becoming bigger and bigger. Her eyes shined a little and she smiled at her work before rising up from her seat and propelling the ball of energies to the classroom wall that literally explode making a big hole in the structure still fuming.

Practically all the other student gasp and react with surprised at the girl achievement the only one that wasn't trilled at all to see she was quite indeed pretty powerful was you. Your wife that never really stopped observing the girl was now giggling like an excited child and had a bright smile of excitent on her face. The one that she normally kept only for you... She said with a voice that showed her satisfaction to the never girl.

Well how delightful! This power of yours is clearly going to serve, good work.

After saying that, Lady Lesso's finger glow start shining a bright purple and she point it at the broken wall that instantly all crumble back to its original state.

You wanted to get out of the room and you knew it was absolutely childish from your part It was only a magical trix nothing more but still you felt anger in you. The love you had for Leonora and your need to always try to make her more and more proud of you was creating the jealousy...that's what you where telling yourself at least.

You honestly didn't noticed how much you had fallen into your thoughts before you felt a hit coming to your shoulder. You snapped back to reality and looked at your right and noticed it was a student that punched you to make you realised that Leonora was talking to you. Every student were looking at you and sending you weird look, they where judging you because you haven't answered when Lady Lesso had asked you something.

Suddenly feeling the need to actually look a the only important person in that room came over you and even if you where blushing like an ever from embarrassment you layed your eyes on Leonora's and immediately saw the facade she was putting in front of all for the others view. The one of anger and evil but you saw the worried touch to and it made your heart flutter in your chest.

I'm sorry Lady Lesso I fear that I missed your words...

The dean of evil eyes came darker at your words and she slowly and seductively start walking to you. She only stopped some feet apart from where you were sitting looking at you from head to toes before she grabbed her cane in her grasp and moved it to come just under your chin.

Tell me reader, do I need to remind this brain of yours that you have to listen to what I'm telling in class?

Your breath cough in your throat when you heard leonora and your eyes fixed on hers like never before, they didn't even dare to change target. You wanted to resist her gaze to be able not to crumble from her perfect green eyes literally looking into your soul, but after a mere minute of looking at each other you lower your gaze letting out an angry sight.

No Lady Lesso...

Your wife smirk at your submission, for a second she really thought that you were going to defy her in front of every one. Not that it would have mattered to her to remind you in front of everyone who's in charge but still. Her gaze lingered on you for a couple of seconds more, before bringing back her cane to her side and murmuring something under her breath that nobody but you honestly heard.

Mh that's my good girl.

The only words making you blush furiously and look down even more in shame. Before you even had the chance to take back your self control that clearly had slip away, Lady Lesso slammed her cane on the ground and spoke up with her commanding voice to you.

Perfect then, now to return to our program, I believe it's your turn to demonstrate your powers.

Leonora's request made your eyes snap back instantly to hers and for a moment they landed on the girl that previously made you pretty mad...how you wished you could just make her suffer a little. But your love would probably stop you from hurting a student to death after all. Rules number 3 : your not allowed to kill anyone until you graduate. But believe it or not it wasn't the desire to do so that was amiss.

You smiled a little at Leonora and bit your bottom lips.

Yes I believe it is and I would really enjoy using my capacity, however it seems that my powers needs to be in direct contact with an adversary to work, but I wouldn't want to hurt anyone now would I.

Saying that, you looked at Leo and after that shot a seemingly innocent and sweet smile at Serena. To be fair it just looked like a psychopath look and the girl eye widen a little and she looked kinda shook. Yet the Never got herself back in track faster that you thought she would have and literally rolled her eyes at you with overconfident. She wanted to keep her apparence in front of her friends. She told to a guy just asside of her that looked unimpressed by you.

Pff im sure she's just using that excuse cuz she doesn't have powers.

The words from her mouth supposed to be adressed to only one person being pronounced high enough for the class to ear completely, of course she had made it on purpose.

Some student start giggling at their seats and looked at you.

You where fuming, you tried to contain yourself really, but you had enough and wanted to show your wife that you weren't a failure.

Without even caring now you pushed your desk away from you and stand up from your seat going straight to the girls place. When you arrive at it you stood in front of it with a wide grin.

Well princess i hope you do like sufferind, because god it's going to hurt.

Silence suddenly engulfed the class. The other student where observing the scene and Leonora in the back was doing the same. She was worried about you secretly, she didn't knew your powers yet, just the other girl and she was starting to get closer to the encounter ready to stop it if it degenerate.

The other girl laugh a little at your treath and stood up coming in front of you.

Yea i would like to see you try.

Your head angled to the side not really caring about what the girl was saying. You felt your magic in your veins and it was it.

Well I don't even need to touch you I just need to say...

With a dark and really low voice you plant your eyes right on the girls and sayed.

"Pain"

It didn't even take a second before the girl you faced crumble to the floor, she was writhing on the ground and yelling in pain as if possessed. It was really satisfying for you to see. Your victim was starting to have difficulty breathing and was suddenly much less agitated on the ground. You knew it was only a matter of seconds before she was dead. Your gaze was resting on her body on the ground and as in trans you did not move. It wasn't until Leonora got to your side, then grabbed your arm pretty hard and shook you as she said your name, that you came back to earth.

Y/n!!! Stop that immediately! She will die.

Your eyes meeting her perfect green cloudy one with worry and fear made everything snap in your conscience and you realised what you where doing.

With a sudden movement you turn back to the girl now not moving on the floor and said with a more gentle voice this time but still quite cold.

"Healing"

For a moment, their was no sound but breathing in the classroom. The girl wasn't moving and the student had terrified and traumatized expression on their face. They had just witnessed a girl dying in terrible pain and torture on the floor. Well this is what they thought, has a sudden pannick breathing broke the silence and cry made themself known. The girl moved a little on the floor and she tried to stand up but fail miserably still to weak from what happened to her.

On your side you heard Leonora let out a relief sigh and loosen her grip a little on your arm. She looked at a male student close to the girl on the floor with her serious and commanding voice before giving him an order.

We need to get her in the infirmary right now, tell them we had an incident in class she's in critical state and she need to rest.

When no one moved, still to shook to do anything, lesso yelled to make them move.

RIGHT NOWW!

Two guy totally terrified then came to the girl picked her up and left the room with the hurt never. The rest of the class stayed silent.

I WANT EVERYONE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW ! CLASS ARE SUSPENDED FOR THE DAY NOW OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!

Every student scattered out of the class in no time and faster that you could realised you where alone with Leonora.

You really feared her reaction, you where in trouble right, I mean you literally just tried killing a student and scared practically the shit out of all the student of your class.

You didn't even dare to look into your wife's eyes. To be fair you where a little dizzy and wasn't feeling so well. You knew your healing power was taking its strength from your energie so it wasn't a surprised. You had planned on hurting her but healing her, it wasn't planned. You went to far...you knew it. The look of pure panic in Lesso's eyes when you had looked at her...she seemed scared...you just hoped it was not scared of you.

The redhead after all the student had left, closed the door quite violently with her magic and turn back to you with fury eyes. You griped the side of the desk to help you stand up, it was hard you where trembling and your body was so weak that all your muscles felt like giving up. Yet you tried really hard not to show that to Leonora. You were about to have a fight with your wife and you knew it quite well.

Yet before she started yelling at you, your weak voice manage to say something getting out of your trembling lips.

Leo...I'm..im so sorry I don't know what came over me.

Your wife was standing in front of you her expression has hard has stone and she didn't even flinch at your excuses. It makes your heart squeeze in your chess. Lesso took a long breath trying to calm herself and then looked at you straight in the eyes.

Your such a child dammit! Do you really think I'm mad at you for what just happen? I don't give a fuck about that girl I stopped you because I knew I would have ended up in trouble if I let a student kill an other but honestly...I can't believe it.

Do you even know how strong you are! I mean I still can't believe what I just witnessed y/n. You didn't even touched her...

Your wife expression could be described has insulted and a little jealous right now. Her eyebrows where frowning and she Huff in annoyance.

Fuck it's making me frustrated that its so easy for you and impressed at the same time. I spent years and years training and reading about spells and incantations, of working on my powers to be at the level I am at right now and you... well you did noting and succeeded in killing a student without bulging.

Of course you had heard her clear has glass and you couldn't deny the feeling of relief you felt and the joy of making her proud of you and so impressed that stir in your chest. Yet you felt sad for Leonora, it was really unfair she had worked so hard to be the strong and powerful witch she was today, but she was not surpassing your power that you just got without any effort from your part.

You naturally and instinctively went to her and took one of her hands in yours squeezing it slightly and you put your other one on her cheek caressing her perfect skin.

Leo, don't feel like that love please, I know it's unfair...and I'm sorry, you deserve the power I have more that I do, but you are the strongest and the most intelligent villain I know. Lady Leonora lesso, Dean of Evil and feared by all...the scariest person in the world when you want to. I swear to god I thought you where going to chop my head of when the students left us alone I was close to die there.

Your wife now letting a smile appear on her lips because of your comforting words laugh a little. She looked at you bending down a little to put a gentle kiss to your lips and circling your waist with her arms to collide your body even more with yours. After the little kiss that gave you butterflies, her lips stopped at your ear and whispered with a voice so sexy that it made your knees buckle a little. Luckily Leo was holding you securely against her.

Mhh well my little devil I haven't determined what I was going to do with you yet...

You moaned a little and bit your lips in want. god knows that you loved when she acted like that with you. All dominant and sultry.

Fuckk...Nora I love it so much when you talk to me like that.

Your wife at this let out one of her famous villain laugh that was so sexy and just literally everything.

I know love...your such a mess for me aren't you.

You looked in her eyes with so much love and want, nodding furiously at her.

Leonora smirked and took your chin in between her hand, then she tightened her grip.

You know what I love the most knowing your powers now pet?

You make a sign to her that no you didn't knew.

It's the knowledge that no matter how strong you are, no mather what power you have and how deadly they are, you will always be my little slut and submit to me like the obedient pet you are.

The words she sayed made your eyes literally rool on the back of your skull and sooo so wet...A little whimper left your lips and Leo's hand on your chin moved to your neck to choking you enough to make you excited by the pain and difficulty to breath.

The evil dean had a wide smile on her lips she enjoyed making you undone under her touch and words you knew it but you couldn't control yourself. She was intoxicating and you wanted more. Yet when she slid a finger on your underwear under your skirt to feel how wet you where she giggle maliciously and let go of you.

What a dirty girl...

You wines in desperation because of the loss of contact and you tried to get back to her but she shook her head in a negative motion.

Hum hum. This is your punition for what happen in the course and for making me cancel the class for the day ...now excuse me my love but I do have to go check if everything is ok for the little brat you injured.

Your lips opened in unbelief. Your eyes still fixed on lesso and you had no word. Was she really going to leave you like that. You where so needy for her. But apparently yes she was because you saw her send you a last smirk before she left the class closing the door behind her.

God this women was the devil incarnated, well it would certainly teach you not to fuck things up again!

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mintacle · 1 year

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I have this little gripe with any reading of Batman 1940 #416 that ends its analysis of Bruce and Dick's conversation by concluding that Bruce took Jason in to replace Dick. Because yes, but more importantly no. Let's break it down.

The panels that lead to the abovementioned conclusion are these:

Bruce admits to having missed Dick and to having felt lonely. This can to some extent be read as in Jason replacing Dick. But I think a reasonable argument can be made that being lonely and missing one specific person doesn't mean everyone new you let into your life is just an attempt to fill in the exact position of the former person. More on how Jason is not Dick later.

But first let us consider the fact that Bruce also gives Dick a whole 4 other reasons for taking Jason in.

1. Jason seemed like the right guy for the job.

2. Bruce sympathized with Jason.

3. Bruce wanted to help Jason

And Dick calls "Bull" on these (literally), which prompts Bruce to give another reason:

4. Bruce needed another set of hands on the job.

Only after Dick calls Bruce out again does Bruce admit to having missed Dick.

Now I believe you have to give all these former reasons just as much credit as the final one. The final one isn't last because it's more true, it's last because it is the one reason Bruce doesn't want to admit to Dick. In support of my theory to all being true in different ways, we have the parallel of Dick and Bruce unmasking.

Dick begins the conversation by unmasking.

And then insists upon Bruce unmasking as well.

(I'm not gonna rave about the significance of the background color changing. I'm not gonna rave about the significance of the-)

In the same way Dick asks Bruce to reveal more and more about his reason to take Jason in. The interpretation if these panels hinges vitally on understanding that Bruce is Batman. That part of his identity is true. Ergo, his reasons related to Batman for taking Jason in are true. His reason as Bruce to take Jason in (sympathy, wanting to help, missing Dick) are equally true. Bruce is still himself with the mask on, he is hiding behind the truth (I am Batman) and just in the same manner he is hiding behind the truth when Dick confronts him too. All the above mentioned reasons for Bruce taking Jason in are true. Saying it was only to replace Dick is reductionist.

Now let's get to the part of my alternative interpretation of Bruce admitting he was lonely and he missed Dick. Some people have chosen to see this as meaning that Jason was there to replace Dick, but again, I think that is reductionist and simplifies the complex human connections we have with one another. There is no such thing as one person replacing another.

I'm going full death of the author with my headcanon (based on canon argumentation though) that I'm about to give, since this issue was written by Starlin and it's probably safe to assume he intended to portray Jason as a mere replacement of Dick, but less skilled at the job. (Ffffuck you Starlin.)

Dick and Bruce have a.. non-conforming realtionship. They matter a lot to one another. They are partners, the dynamic duo, but it's hard to justify labeling them as any specific kind of relationship. Bruce was too young and inexperienced to take Dick in as his son and while he did ultimately raise Dick, their relationship was too equal to really be considered as a one-way father-son relationship. Dick has left (been fired) and Bruce is left missing him. Not only missing Dick, but also mourning the opportunity he had to become a father to a young boy and he now feels he has lost. He meets another young boy. Just as parentless, just as burning with a sense of justice and willingness to fight for it. Jason and Bruce's dynamic has always been far more of the parental-child nature. Starting with the fact that Jason was actually legally adopted, but also simply going from their interactions. Bruce realized he wishes to be a father and nurture someone through Dick and he is fulfilling this desire with Jason because he feels it is too late to be a father to Dick.

And full disclosure, this last part is 100% my own wishful thinking, however there is nothing in canon that would contradict my interpretation and enough supporting evidence for it to be a possibility.

Final conclusion: no Robin, Jason, Tim, Stephanie or Damian can or should be reduced to being a replacement for the one who came before. While there will always be that aspect at play that Bruce operates with a Robin, there are always more reasons for Bruce taking in the sidekicks he ultimately does.

#jason todd #batman #bruce wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #robin #dynamic duo #dc comics #dc #rambling #batman 1940 416

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Having finally finished reading the DR Kirigiri light novels, here are my closing thoughts and questions.

(For background, I read these translations. Which - as I previously discussed in the first bullet of this post here - may have some small issues throughout.)

I've previously given y'all my report on how I felt / what I was thinking about this series just after passing the halfway point of the light novels, so now it's time for me to bring this whole thing home and offer some closing thoughts.

My first, dominating thought is that this would be so good to see adapted as an anime. I can easily imagine how many episodes it'd take to do each light novel and where you'd logically cut off the story... even more easy, though, would be a manga. It's definitely crying out for that kind of treatment.

Regardless of the (relatively minor) gripes I raise below? This is definitely a great series to read. You get a number of twisty, gripping mysteries, an easy-to-like lead duo, an imposingly powerful enemy force, new background on our favorite lavender-hued detective, and you even get some great new characters added to the mythos — what more do you want?

Okay, but now I'll get into the griping stuff :P For starters: Isn't it... kind of LAME to have Kirigiri repeatedly experience something so similar to the basic setup of DR1 (or any mainline Danganronpa game, really) on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS prior to DR1 ever happening??? But then she just never remotely reference any fo that experience? And YESs, of course I realize she never even obliquely references these events because these prequels weren't actually written by the time of DR1, nor even completed by DR3. But that's the kind of thing you typically want to avoid with prequels, right? ...... Even so, I guess this does take us farther into these stories deserving to be called "Danganronpa" than any other spinoff. And it's not hard to come up with excuses for why she never remotely hinted at these things; she's intentionally acting withdrawn and keeping info to herself throughout DR1 and DR3, after all. So it's not the WORST crime. It's just, like I said: kind of lame.

MORE SPECIFICALLY, let me clarify: Although the cases in DRK don't include a "mutual killing" element, you still get at least three cases where she's [1] trapped in a specific building alongside a group of people who include a killer/"mastermind," the cast subsequently being picked off one by one, and [2] said experiences are also broadcast to a viewing audience. In fact, you even get two cases where [3] the trapped participants are expected to take specific bedrooms to lock themselves in during the nighttime! And even [4] one case where there's a weird, automated "host character" overseeing the whole thing, which is being operated around a specific set of rules. That's a helluva thing, isn't it?

I've previously expressed GREAT TREPIDATION about one specific element of this series: I was told that supposedly, these light novels included evidence that Fuhito was manipulating Kyoko into hating her father, her dad was always a victim, and Kyoko never realized that she was basically molded from birth by someone who was manipulating her feelings and actions. It all made Kyoko considering Fuhito her "most imporant person" (per DR1 and UDG's captives) come off as this tragic tale where our supposed "master detective" never realized she's been a victim of gaslighting and manipulation for many years, which would change SO MUCH CONTEXT behind her life's work and her relationships with both Jin and Fuhito. HOWEVER, GUESS WHAT? None of that shit was even true! HUZZAH!!!! NOTHING in these light novels goes against what we already knew about Kyoko, Jin, Fuhito, or their relationship(s) with one another... though there is some minor new insight provided into a couple of details. We get a new look at how Jin actually cared about Kyoko from afar (via the "Jin Ex Machina" business I mentioned in the previous post), which is in line with the hints of his lingering love for her we tasted in both DR1 and DR3 without either exonerating him for his choices OR making him 100% correct. We repeatedly watch Kyoko questioning/doubting her grandfather's/family's longstanding "detective work must come above and before personal concerns" rules. And we also get a taste of Fuhito being protective of Kyoko when he learns of the kind of danger she's in — yet simultaneously having complete trust in her talent and ability to overcome said danger. Fuhito seems to even gently help Kyoko understand Samidare's actions near of the end of the final volume... although we only get a taste of his help via Kyoko's internal thoughts, so we don't know exactly what he said to her. TL/DR? My point is simply this: The DRK light novels keep the overall morality / goodness of Kyoko's family dynamics in the same place we already understood them from the games: Kyoko and Fuhito are very close and care about each other without being overtly emotional about it, there is a rift between Jin and the rest of his family over Fuhito priortizing case work above visiting his dying daughter on her deathbed, Jin clearly still concerns/cares that linger for his daughter, etc.

What's with so many scenes of "Black Challenges" or "Duel Noirs" having signs defaced to include the word "DESPAIR"? Is that just some extra branding for the main franchise's themes? Feels out of place.

I feel bad for all those orphans who adored this dude.

General thoughts on numerous new-to-DR characters: As I said in my last post about this series, Samidare is likeable but spends most of the series very thinly defined — plus she's pretty slow on the uptake. Thankfully, by Volume 4 she starts finally pulling her weight, and she gets some much-needed expansion of her background in Volume 7 (just in time for her to make some dumb decisions). Licorne is probably the second-most important new character, and he's an asshole. An interesting one, though! And he does some heroic things! .... even if he isn't really all that morally invested in helping people. He's a self-centered asshole for most of the series, frankly, and I don't care much whether he's around or not. Salvadore Yadorigi Fukuro is awesome; a straight-up superb character with a very "DR" kind of skill/talent. Yaki Hajiki is a character who's also hard to dislike, and I wish he got more "screen time," because he's very intriguing. Johnny Arp is a fascinating one, though he definitely shares some dickish behavior with Lico. Still, I'm always engaged when he's on the page. And... look, I'm fond of Meruko "Pumpkinhead" Mifune. She's fun, sure, but I also see real potential for depth that isn't explored herin.

My remaining observations/thoughts contain some spoilers for the Danganronpa Kirigiri series, so I'm putting the rest UNDER THE BELOW CUT... although I still avoid mentioning the identities of any culprits or masterminds so as to keep the primary case mysteries intact.

Yadorigi = Intelligent, quiet dude in sunglasses who looks like the answer to "What if Munakata found his chill?"

What, exactly, is the state of Yadorigi's eyesight by the end of the series? Initially, we learn that his unique eyesight is very important to his work in uncovering fraud. Later, after a blow to the head, we're told that his eyesight will never be the same as it previously was. In the final volume, he visits Kyoko while wielding a white cane. So uh... does that cane imply that SYF is now blind or very close to it? Or am I reading too much into a walking stick here?

Nothing infuriates me quite as much as when major problems in a story could be easily resolved via basic fucking communication, and a failure to communicate on a base level is absolutely CORE to why things go south in the seventh and final volume. By the time Kyoko and Yui are heading out to the case, the situation is this: Without Kyoko's knowledge, our redacted overarching mastermind (henceforth referred to as "ROM") tried to get Samidare to agree to be the culprit in this final Black Challenge. She refused. ROM then said their organization (the Crime Victim's Relief Committee) will eliminate Kyoko if Samidare doesn't play along. And then, right after saying this? ROM pretty clearly DIED right in front of Samidare, before she can ever express any intention of changing her mind or not. She is then confronted by the enigmatic Tokichiro Endo, who is basically the go-between for culprits and the organization, who demands her final answer. Based on what happens in the case immediately after this, it appears that this conversation somehow ended with Samidare refusing to be the true culprit in this case but ALSO accepting that she would be framed for the murders and take the fall. So now Samidare has a choice to make: Does she (A) trust the Crime Victims' Relief Committee to keep their promise and leave Kyoko alone so long as she keeps her mouth shut...... even though Samidare refused to meet their demands and become the case's culprit? OOOORRR does Yui (B) realize that the Committee has already broken their supposed "rules" by forcibly coercing her into being the culpri — not to mention the fact that they're routinely aiding and abetting murders — which adds up to mean that she can't trust their word and must warn Kyoko of the danger she's in now that the committee has threatened her life directly? Any thinking person should choose (B), but Samidare of course chooses (A) so the plot will happen. *FACEPALM*

The worst part of this is that EVEN when our two heroines have just barely escaped from a burning building and fled out into freezing conditions, leaving them on the razor's edge between two possible methods of death with everyone else from the case seemingly already being dead? Samidare STILL won't outright deny being the case's culprit when accused. With literally NO REASON LEFT not to come clean, she never says jack shit. And then she dies!

During the denouement, the conclusion Kyoko reaches after leaving the hospital and revisiting the scene is... murky, and I think this might be something caused by the translation methods used. It currently reads as though Kyoko reaches the correct conclusion about the case, accurately determining Samidare's innocent AND identifying the true culprit(s). However... she doesn't seem to be 100% confident in her decision? It sounds like Kiri still harbors some lingering doubts about Samidare possibly being guilty?..... Even though she sounds really confident in her (correct) conclusions immediately before that. So it's left ambiguous. Which, I suppose, is one way to maintain Kiri being the Best Detective while simultaneously leaving room for her line in DR1 about how her burns happened because she "trusted the wrong person." She almost entirely knows that she didn't actually trust the wrong person, but they have to leave some doubt so that line can exist? ...... IF this translation is even accurate on this part.

Say... why did Samidare believe she'd die on this mission? It wasn't actually any more inherently dangerous than any other mission her and Kyoko had gone on... LESS dangerous than some, I'd argue! But she prepares this whole letter for her eventual death, so she clearly thought it was a strong possibility. My only guess is that she believed Kyoko was going to be targeted for death, and she planned to fulfill her oft-promised role as Kyoko's human shield. But if that was REALLY something Samidare thought was going to happen, then she had NO REASON to not tell Kyoko the truth about everything. If they're already out to kill Kiri, then OF COURSE it's smartest to warn her about it! So: Why the "last letter"? What made you think you were fucked, Yui?

In the end, ROM's overarching mission is both a success and a failure. Do they take away Kyoko's main emotional attachment, making her withdraw even further into pure logic so she'll avoid getting hurt? Yes. Do they make her deny the value of such attachments in the first place, resulting in her staying isolated forever after? No. She 95% knows she's right about Samidare's innocence in spite of ROM's attempts to frame her; it's just the pain of the loss that makes Kyoko withdraw, not some grander conclusion about distrusting everyone. In fact? I'd argue that Kyoko's speech in DR1's Chapter 4 about accounting for emotions is a strong rebuke of ROM's entire view of the world.

....by the way, does ROM have their own copy of Junko's talent??! It sure seems like they're another "Ultimate Analyst," essentially; able to see patterns of behavior so clearly that they can essentially predict most future events.

#drk #danganronpa kirigiri #danganronpa kirigiri spoilers #drk spoilers #Salvador Yadorigi Fukurō #Kyoko Kirigiri #Yui Samidare #danganronpa light novels

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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I just read “Next Aisle Over” and discovered your Blog and OMG! I’m obsessed your posts are so good 😍 and seeing your requests open ahhh yay!

I’ve got this Steve x Reader Idea I need to share with you (it’s kind of specific? You can also just use the general idea if that works better for you, I’m grateful either way ❤️):

The reader goes out of town for a few days and meets a guy there, he flirts with her but she is oblivious to it and thinks they are just friends, they randomly run into each other back in hawkins (specifically family video) and the guy asks her out but she declines and the guy starts insulting her (calling her a tease or whatever) and her boyfriend Steve who’s been jealousy observing the entire situation steps in and throws the guy out and comforts the reader afterwards

Also I used she/her pronouns for the reader just to explain the idea better but feel free to make it gender neutral 🫶🏼

Ignorance Isn't Always Bliss

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: After a family trip, you spend a day to hang out with Steve at Family Video. While alone with him, a familiar person walks in and flirts with you. Although you’re oblivious to it, Steve notices the flirting right away. When things go south, he’s quick to step in.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: Flirting, jealous!steve, protective!steve, reader gets insulted, mention of a manipulative parent, language

A/N: Thank you for your kind words and the request! Next Aisle Over is quickly becoming one of my more popular fics and I didn’t expect it to be lol I wanted to make this a gn reader real bad but I really liked the idea of Steve proclaiming you're his girlfriend. I think I need to work on trying for more gn reader fics... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

Being away from Hawkins was both a relief and a burden. Your family vacation was as much as you could call a family vacation. Your parents had insisted on one last family trip before you started moving on with your adult life.

"One last bash with us and your brother before college, you owe us at least that much," Your father had argued irritably when you refused. He was ever so good at guilt-tripping.

So you went, and it played out as expected— all full of griping and stress with the occasional touch of actually feeling like you were on vacation. Although you wouldn't tell your parents, the trip definitely felt subpar. But it appeased them, and that's what mattered.

The trip was made a little better by one thing, though. You met someone new at the hotel you stayed at. It seemed you and the boy at the front desk had a similar schedule, him working and you going out with your family. You saw him nearly every day and you were happy to have someone your age to vent about your family to. On the day you checked out, you were surprised he slipped you his number. You never planned on doing anything with it, but you thought it was nice of him.

Now you were ready to move on, along with Steve. You two weren't exactly sure what you were planning on doing, whether it was college or not. Your father always talked about you going as if you had a college in mind. You didn't. So after having graduated, minimum wage jobs were the way to go for both you and Steve. Although not being able to work with him, you visited him at work any chance you got. Especially after the week's vacation away from him.

"Stop stealing Whoppers," Steve deadpanned, not looking up from some paperwork on the counter.

Your hand froze in the box. "I'm not stealing."

"Well you haven't paid for them, so… you're stealing." He reached over and took the box from you. You could tell he was trying to sound stern, but a ghost of a soft smile betrayed him.

You cocked your head. "Aren't you the one technically stealing? I didn't see you pay for them."

His smile fully revealed itself and he popped a Whopper in his mouth. "Perks of the job, honey. I get them for free." He looked up at you, the mischief in his eyes making your stomach flop. "You don't have the luxury I do."

You narrowed your eyes just as the door chimed. Why did a customer always have to spoil your fun?

Steve said his mandatory greeting to the only other person now in the store, then went back to his paperwork and Whoppers.

You sighed and turned around, leaning back on the counter. It took you a moment to notice the customer had frozen and stared at you.

"(y/n)?" The man chirped in surprise.

Finally getting a good look at him in the face, it clicked.

"Oh… Hey Charlie," You responded in genuine surprise. "What are you doing out here?"

Charlie smiled and walked over to you. "My brother and I are out on a lake trip with some of his buddies. I didn't know you lived here!"

You chuckled hesitantly, still half in shock. "Yep, grew up here... What are the chances we'd run into each other again, huh?"

Charlie smirked. "I know… feels like fate doesn't it?"

Steve cleared his throat behind you, reminding you of his presence. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were trained on Charlie. Subtly darker and focused.

"Oh, Steve," You sidestepped slightly. "This is Charlie. I met him on my trip last week. He made things not so sucky at the hotel."

Charlie's smile seemed to falter at your interaction with Steve, but he quickly replenished it. "Hey."

"Hey," Steve muttered, glancing between you two. “Hotel, huh?”

“Yeah, boring front desk stuff.” Charlie turned his attention back to you. "I didn't get to tell you, but you made each day at work easier. Getting to see a pretty girl every day was nice." He flashed a smirk, the corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly.

You scoffed and grinned. "Don't you have a movie to find, hotel boy?"

Charlie laughed and stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets. “Right, right, I’ll get out of your hair.” With that, he slowly moseyed away to inspect the shelves of tapes.

You remained at the front counter near Steve, waiting anxiously for Charlie to hurry up and get out of the store so you could have your alone time with your boyfriend. While waiting, Steve shifted to the computer and began typing away. You couldn’t help but notice he poked at the keys harder than usual.

After a bit, he glanced over his shoulder to Charlie, who was at the back corner of the store. “So, hotel boy… You know he was flirting with you, right?” He asked, leaning closer to you as you tried to sneak another Whopper.

“Yeah, right. You just think so ‘cause you get jealous.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You always thought it was cute when Steve got like this though.

He gave you an unconvinced expression, his hair flopping to his forehead. “Babe, he said it was fate you met and called you pretty. He’s flirting.” He once again took the box of Whoppers back.

You shook your head, pouting slightly as the box was taken. “Shush, he’s just being nice.”

Steve sighed in discomfort but dropped the subject as Charlie approached the counter with his movie of choice. You smiled politely at him and moved over, laying your head down on the counter. Although you were oblivious to it, Steve noticed Charlie kept glancing at you from the side.

Steve rented out the movie as quickly as possible to get him out of the store and be alone with you again. “Have a good one,” He said, staring Charlie down, intending to do so until the other boy walked out and drove off. However, Charlie had other plans.

“So (y/n),” He started, leaning in closer to where you were. “I was just grabbing the movie for my brother, but I’m free tonight. Kind of wanted to fill my plans and do something with you. What do you say?”

Your head popped up from the counter at his offer, an alarmed expression on your face. “Plans… Just the two of us?” You clarified.

Charlie nodded, a proud smile on his face.

“Oh…” You glanced at Steve momentarily. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes said ‘I told you so’. “I actually already have a boyfriend Charlie… But thanks for the offer.”

Charlie's smile fell and he let out a heavy sigh. “I see how it is…”

Your brow came together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you, you know.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “I don’t get why bitches like you always have to be such a tease.”

“Hey, pal,” Steve cut in, standing up straighter, “You got your movie, I think it’s time you head out.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “What, you don’t think she’s acting like a bitch?”

“Look, man,” Steve began walking around the counter, “Out of the three of us, you’re the one acting like a bitch.”

Charlie scoffed, although you noticed he took a step back from you to face up to Steve. “I just helped you with some of your paycheck bro, and you’re trying to pick a fight with me?”

“No,” Steve pushed himself between you and Charlie, grabbing your hand reassuringly behind his back. “Not trying to fight, I’m just kicking you out for calling my girlfriend a fucking bitch and a tease.”

Charlie’s neck snaked back, shoulders sagging slightly. “Girlfriend… Right. Tch,” He jeered, a bitter smile on his face. He turned and began walking out. “You seem like the kind of guy that’d get with a whore anyway,” He called over his shoulder as he walked out the door, the chime cheering on his leave.

Steve let go of your hand and lurched forward to follow Charlie out, but you caught him by the elbow before he could do so. “Don’t,” You muttered, looking at the ground in shame when he turned to you.

He sighed, bringing his hand up to your rosy, embarrassed cheeks. His hands were warm from the heat of his anger. “You okay?”

“You were right,” You chuckled humorlessly, shaking your head. “Sorry I didn’t believe you.”

Steve could tell that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. The way your eyes darted around exposed the fact you were repeating Charlie’s insults in your head.

“Look at me?” Steve asked softly, pressing his knuckle under your chin, guiding you up to look at him directly. When you did, his eyes were significantly softer. His eyes only ever went that soft for you. “You’re not a bitch or a whore… And if you’re a tease, it’s only for me.”

A genuine laugh bubbled from you, making him smile. “Screw you, Harrington.”

He shifted his hand to grab your chin as he leaned in and gave you a slow, affectionate kiss. The smell of chocolate drifted back and forth between your mouths. The insults weighing on your shoulders slid off like butter smelting on a hot pan.

Gently, he pulled away, giving your chin a squeeze. “Maybe later, babe.” He then leaned over the counter and grabbed the box of Whoppers left by the paperwork. “Here,” He pushed it into your chest. “You can have the rest.”

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