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starlight-library · 2 months

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IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

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This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

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Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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bravesung · 1 month

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all you remembered before fading to black was three words: shhh, don’t move.

the damp, mildewy smell assaulted your nostrils, snapping your eyes open and prompting you to look around. your head felt heavy as if numerous weights were on you. attempting to move, your limbs are delayed, almost approaching unresponsiveness. you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest and worry shaking your nerves. ( whose house is this?! where am I? ). a glance at the clock –– 5:04am. how did you get here? the last thing you remember was saying your goodbye to sachiko. you didn’t know it, but had you had your cellphone you would see various texts, missed calls, and voicemails. ken’s a mess, screaming and yelling at your security detail regarding how they didn’t ensure your safety. you just wanted to go home: you just wanted to see your cat and be in the arms of your boyfriend.

you try moving again. no avail. there were no restraints, just a worn mattress beneath you. minutes pass before you hear another voice. ❛ did you sleep well, kazama? ❜ standing at the middle tier of the staircase was the boy you once liked in high school, now looking more like a crazed maniac with his unkempt crimson hair and gray eyes that could stab you. shakenly, you respond, ❛ . . . hitsumura-san? ❜ there was a highly unsettling smile he returned to you, practically vomit-inducing. ❛ it’s okay, you can call me koji. we are going to be spending lots of time together and — ❜ the chime of your ringtone cuts him off: someone just sent you a text message. reaching into his pocket, he examines the bedazzled phone, snickering at what he just read. ❛ . . . ah, it’s kanzaki. I didn’t know the pitbull could type a full sentence. also, this guy — ❜ he turns the phone towards you, ❛ this . . . uhhh . . . dude . . . on your wallpaper. apparently, he’s going crazy looking for you. not sure why you want to deal with a guy who’s crazy, buuuuuuut . . . ❜ now, he’s taunting you. it’s working. ❛ tell me what in the world possessed you to do . . . whatever it is you did . . . ! why can’t I move?! ❜

❛ yada yada –– search party –– yada yada –– call me once you see this –– blah blah . . . ❜ still looking through your messages, he disregards your question. ❛ for someone who is supposed to be a big named model, your bodyguards suck. ❜ you attempt to reach for something to throw at him, but are still weighted to the makeshift bed. staring over at you, he gives another stomach-churning grin. ❛ let’s just say I know a guy. paralysis is his specialty. paid a pretty penny so the shit had better work. ❜

siennas widen. ❛ paralysis?! ❜

koji nods, ❛ yeah. made it easier since you were knocked out. I tell you, you’re light as a feather. ❜

all he was succeeding in was angering you further, through gritted teeth, you ask for confirmation. ❛ you had someone kidnap me . . . then you drug me?! what in the hell is wrong with you?! ❜ you were not one to curse, yet resentment took over. ❛ you thought by paralyzing me you could –– ❜

leaning closer, he interrupts you, ❛ I knew by paralyzing you you wouldn’t have the strength or stability to do your magic-singing-healing shit or fight me. ❜ he then places his finger on the tip of your nose, ❛ because I also know you would have tried to run out of here and call the pitbull or that damned american –– and koji’s not stupid, no he isn’t. ~ ❜ the last part was spoken as if he was speaking to a toddler. ❛ I know all about you, kazama hanamaru. I tracked everything by phone. I knew where you were going, I knew when you were and weren’t going to be around that guy, I knew when you and the pitbull wouldn’t be stuck together like glue. I knew when your next photoshoot would be, I knew when you’d be flying to the states –– I knew everything. I need to, you’re going to be my roommate, I need to keep tabs on you. ❜

( he’s insane. he’s absolutely, unequivocally INSANE. )

❛ hitsumura-san , what happened to you after graduation?! ❜ somewhere along the line, he’s lost sight of reality, but what could have caused it? ❛ didn’t you have dreams of going abroad and being a writer?! ❜ in response, he snarls, ❛ you think you know me?! you think I haven’t written anything or gone abroad?! ❜ he lets out a chuckle, ❛ you wound me, hanamaru, you didn’t even say hi to me when you were at the gala in new york last month. ❜

what was he . . . ? that’s when it hit you! the invite-only gala that was being held in manhattan. you had brought rock there as your date. with all of the paparazzi, crowds, and flashing lights, you had not the smallest inkling that koji was looming in the crowd –– not until you’re staring at the photo he was presenting to you. his phone screen appeared to be you and rock walking down the staircase, hand in hand. ❛ you look so pretty in blue. ❜

( I have got to get out of here! )

❛ emi still had some great usage. told her some white lies and she got me into the gala. look how much effort I went through for you, hanamaru kazama. can’t you say thank you? ❜ you were so petrified by everything he has displayed to you, mouth parts but nothing comes out, frustrating koji. ❛ say thank you! ❜ with his demand, he holds your face between his thumb and middle fingers, ❛ say "thank you, koji"! ❜

you went from being alert and aware to tired and nauseous, eyelids struggling to stay open. koji notices, a concerning hum leaving his lips. ❛ maybe I gave too much. fine, you can thank me when you wake up. go to sleep. ❜ he speaks as if you could control your drowsiness, shrugging when you're back to unconsciousness. ❛ at least I can get her dressed up, I think I got ideas. . . ❜

#❝ ᪥ ––––––––– drabbles. ) )#kidnapping tw /#( put under a read more due to the post being long and the themes it contains. :/ )#drugging mention /#dark themes /#( YEAH UHHHH HANA THIS GUY IS A FUCKING MENACE. )#( ANYWAY HERE IS THE DRABBLE NOBODY ASKED FOR )

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warlordfelwinter · 6 months

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the whole scene before you unlock the dying gasp is still top 10 cutscenes that fuck the hardest in this entire game

#emet taking out all the scions #the wol almost losing it to the light #ardbert stepping in to get you back on your feet #as the shadowbringers theme starts to play #the wol standing up in that enormous blast of light and emet briefly seeing azem in our stead #the exarch managing to pull enough power to summon seven more people across time and space to help us #emet's explosion of darkness that traps us in the trial arena like #it's just all so good #the way emet sees us contain the light and stand; strong; whole enough for him to see us as we were #and he still refuses to back down still insists we aren't worthy #aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!#now time for a trial i actually genuinely enjoy #emet's a fun one imo #fel's ffxiv #shadowbringers lb

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raayllum · 1 year

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Plot, Theme, and Pacing :: 4x02 Fallen Stars

As part two of my Establishing Theme series, I’m continuing with my thesis of “S4 writes to establish, set up, and build upon Theme first and foremost” now onto Chapter Two: Fallen Stars.

Themes from the previous episode to keep in mind are stagnated grief, separation and reunion, partnership (or lack thereof), and life-death symbolism. If you are interested in the full 4x01 analysis, it is linked down below. Particular bonds, such as Callum’s lack of partnership in response to Claudia-Terry / Janai-Amaya, the Viren-Callum’s foil relationship, as well as building upon the Terry-Viren-Callum trifecta

Ch1: Re-Birthday

With that out of the way, let’s dive in.

Impatience

Episode largely introduces the theme of patience with one character placed within each subplot group. For Karim and Callum, they are defined by their impatience at seeming stagnation over their situation and that their resources are limited (both are, coincidentally, brother-mage-advisor to the current monarch of their peoples).

For Karim, this is an introductory character trait that he was initially going to keep to himself until Jana pushed him to admit his concerns. For Callum, this is a reaffirmation, and it’s no wonder the mirror specifically is what’s driving him crazy. He’s always wanted to know things (“So does it mean something, your binding?”) and consistently pushes at things until he gets an answer ( “Should we trust you? Have you told us the truth about everything? / “But I don’t see why I can’t make my own connection”). So to be completely stagnated is frustrating and not how previous pursuits, particularly secrets and magic, have panned out.

It’s also not like him for his temper to come out so strongly over something so comparatively low stakes, so it’s the strongest hint that magic and the mirror has largely been a distraction and a balm from the pain of Rayla’s absence and his worry about her.

Additionally, it’s interesting that Callum is seeking out the mirror rather than the cube. He should have more incentive to be inquiring into the cube in a lot of ways, but instead, Callum is both more dedicated and more hesitant in dealing with what he’s inherited from Viren, not from Harrow. But more on that later.

In contrast to Callum and Karim’s impatience, we have Terry, who is exceedingly patient even in the face of doubt.

Despite being the only one on a cognizant time limit (30 days to help Claudia permanently bring her father back to life), Terry is chipper about the climb, optimistic amid Viren’s dry attitude, and content to help plants grow just a bit faster, as it seems worthwhile to him. As the previously linked meta, this builds on the Terry-Callum parallels that the season consistently comes back to; the previous episode put emphasis on their relationship to names and titles.

And we know that patience VS impatience is one of the core themes of the season and in some ways, the series. Change, Sarai stated and Janai will later reaffirm, is something that takes time. Whether you get the time to change (or heal, or both) is what’s up in the air.

Speaking of change and patterns, let’s turn our attention to

Reflections

Viren and Callum both retread Viren’s steps in this episode directly, albeit at different points of Viren’s life. Viren is now climbing the Spire for a third time, with the prior two being at decisions that directly led to him falling in a few ways. The first time he climbed the Spire was with the intent of killing Zym, only for him to lie to Harrow and spirit away both the egg and the mirror in the first place (and taking Lain and Tiadrin captive in the coins). Stealing / ‘killing’ the egg is what led to his and Harrow’s friendship breaking down and the inciting incident for much of the first arc; this is where Viren, emotionally, started to ‘fall’.

The second time Viren climbs the Spire, he ices Rayla in the antechamber and is then tackled off the Pinnacle, seconds away from achieving his goal and at the cost of his life. We see he’s already regretting the toll his mistakes have taken on Claudia in this episode (we’ll get to his big speech in a minute) and the trauma that death has wrought on him. That was his second and more literal fall.

Then you have Callum getting closer to cracking the mirror. The Tome of Translation being literal “recognition of self through the other” in being a translated reflection of whatever you write on one side feels particularly apt given the way Aaravos has an identical mirror on his side of the prison. Getting closer and closer to that Fallen Star.

So Callum and Viren are both retracing Viren’s steps, inevitably heading towards the same end and same pattern, the same cycle over and over again - until they don’t.

Let Go (Claudia, Viren, and Rayla)

I want to write a whole separate meta about this theme and honestly, question, of “Can you let go?” and how it pertains to the series as a whole, particularly in S4, but I want to start laying my thematic / meta basis here first, and now is as good a time as any.

While this question encompasses more characters later on in the season (Aaravos, Karim, Callum) it starts primarily with Claudia, Viren, and Rayla, one of my favourite trifectas and foil relationships in the show precisely because of the interlocked tragedies they experience due to each other, their similarities in motifs / personalities, and most of all, their inability to let go. That is, mostly.

Claudia, as we all know, flat out refuses. She cries, then steamrolls over her father’s wishes, asserting her own as more important, and that Viren can’t let go, not as long as she is there by his side. This reaffirms what he said to her in 3x09 as well, only on her end of things now.

Just as Viren said he had to stand by Harrow through death (or presumptive death) too to Claudia in 1x03, she has now actually stood by him through two long years of death to revive him. Of course she can’t let go - she’s already in far too deep.

For additional thoughts on Claudia this episode, please refer to this meta regarding her “It’s a sign” line because what a doozy / why I think she makes Viren take the trek up the mountain the first place as a nice bit of consistent characterization.

This differing stance of Letting Go vs. Not Letting Go of course asserts Claudia (narrative of strength) and Callum (narrative of love) in oppositional roles to each other (even as S4 begins to complicate / muddle that dichotomy further), but to talk about that (and again, I think that’s for the meta deep dive of this theme that deserves its own big sectioned meta) we have to start talking about Rayla.

I don’t think anyone would say Rayla was actively trying to move on in Through The Moon. Yes, she was doing her best to regulate her emotions. Yes, she wanted a life with Callum, and no, she didn’t want to feel stuck in grief and uneasiness. She didn’t event want to leave. But she was still unwilling to let go of the hope of seeing her parents again, her utter frustration that she couldn’t, or to even consider that Viren may be dead before she had any sort of real proof. Then, when she has what she considers proof, she chases right after it... until she, seemingly out of the blue (even in the few lines of dialogue we get about her choice to come back) returns to Katolis and to Callum.

As reflected on in my Rayla’s Characterization in S4 breakdown, one of the biggest differences between her in S4 and prior seasons is that in S4, she doesn’t have a same sort of relentless purpose driving her. This is a parallel she shares with Viren as well in S4, both of them taken to a sort of passivity we’ve seen in other characters (namely Claudia and Ezran), but never them, before.

Season four is Rayla seeing and asking the question of “Can I let go?” just like Viren.

Can I let go of what I’ve been chasing the past two years, or my entire life? Can I come back to a sense of home and spend it with the person I love the most? Can I accept that I am who I am, and that I failed in my past goals, and can I be someone slightly new, or different, or better, or happier? Can I at least try?

V: I’ve spent my whole life striving to be someone different. Maybe it’s time to accept that I am who I am for the days I have remaining. And when I reach the end, I will be at peace. And it... It will just be my time to let go.

Viren wanted power and knowledge; he had a martyr complex because he believed he was special. Rayla wanted to be an assassin but could never commit, having a martyr complex because she believed she wasn’t special. We know Viren is having this epiphany because of both Rayla and Claudia’s actions, although we’re less clear on what caused Rayla’s, beyond her going after Viren in the first place two years prior to the start of S4. But in addition to the clear parallels to 1x02 when Callum and Rayla meet for the first time, I don’t think it’s coincidence that Rayla returns in the same episode Viren has this epiphany, especially given the way these specific arcs mirror each other in the season finale (but more on that when we reach 4x09).

However, Rayla’s return also brings in one of the bigger themes of the season, which is

Reunification and Second Chances (Ezran, Viren, Janai, and Rayla)

So let’s talk about Ezran. This is a facet of S4′s thematic makeup we’ll talk a lot more about once the Dragon Queen / Zym are actually in Katolis next episode and Callum and Rayla actually get to have their reunion in full, but the layers absolutely start here and are built upon from 4x01 previously with the Dragon Queen.

Ezran hopes to help reunify Xadia and the Pentarchy through the Dragon Queen’s visit, as we know from Ezran’s dialogue he has likely visited the Spire and sees Zym fairly often, stating, “It’s been four months since I’ve seen him,” as though that’s longer than usual. Alternatively, we have Janai and Karim with their opposing views on both her marriage to Amaya and humans’ place in the new Sunfire elf settlement.

Just like in 4x01, we see Karim be more cautious (and more prejudiced) than Opeli, and we get out first hint at the “Two cakes” duality theme the season is going to run with.

Corvus: Is it really about changing the world, or is it just an excuse to get Zym to come visit?

Then, of course, you have the continuing thread of last episode beginning with Viren’s reunion with Claudia (after two long years for her and no time at all for him) and this episode ending with Callum’s initial reunion with Rayla, the shots even brokered similarly (Viren and Claudia’s taking place and being cut off the by end of S3 / S4 intro vs Callum and Rayla’s taking place and being cut off by the end of 4x02, opening back up in 4x03). Again, we’ll talk a lot more about it in the next analysis, but it’s fun to see that it’s a continuing theme, as well as Janaya vs Karim and Clauderry vs Viren highlighting the theme of skepticism amid close partnership.

In Darkness (Light and Darkness motif)

I want to do a proper meta about Callum and the mirror and its motifs / parallels with his season four arc, but for now, I’m going to appreciate the way we see it highlight his frustration, anger, obsession, love of magic, and begins to bring the light and darkness motif that had been more quietly in the background of the series until this point.

As we see even in the examples above, it’s not as simple as the Light always being a good thing and Dark always being a bad thing. After all, even something called Dark Magic can do good things and renders the user’s hair more white, not black, through continued usage.

However, as stated, the show has taken this undercurrent and brought it to the forefront, beginning most notably this season. We see Callum gazing into the mirror of Aaravos, stating “In darkness, gaze upon a fallen star,” and we have Karim’s statement that the Sunfire elves are losing themselves; “the rising sun has now become a fallen star.” This associates the cosmic concepts of sun and star as linked, with Callum likewise turning away from the mirror to face a moon - or rather, his moon.

Cue set up for Aaravos being his darkness, Rayla being his light to lead him out of the brainwashing (even if he can’t perhaps fully disavow Aaravos’ plans and manipulations, since the Startouch elf has to get out). The fact that Rayla has the cube on her shoulder glowing the Star arcanum (thanks to Stella) when the cube didn’t need to be in this shot at all and Stella could’ve been revealed to be connected to the Star arcanum in another manner, and Callum has the cube in his hand during his 4x04 Aaravos pawn intro... But again, more on that later, particularly when we get to 4x07.

All I’ll say for now was that this shot in the trailer made me scream because I didn’t think they were going to take Rayla and Callum’s background “light to darkness” motif and bring it like, textually to the forefront, and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it.

The Cycle (1x01-4x01, 1x02-4x02)

One of my favourite things about S4 is how much it harkens back to the previous seasons in terms of callbacks, framing, and theme, but the most overt is by far how much S4 borrows structurally from S1. It is for this reason that just as 1x01 kicked things off with a king and high mage on the king’s balcony discussing Moonshadow elf assassins, 4x01 ends with another king and high mage discussing a Moonshadow elf on the king’s balcony (and given Viren and Harrow’s note of speculation, ironically enough you could make the case they are also outright discussing Rayla as well, at least a little).

The biggest parallel between 1x02 and 4x02 probably is the Rayla-Callum first meeting / reunion parallel, which is all I could’ve asked for and more.

But beyond that, we see Karim and Janai splintering in a similar manner to Viren and Harrow. Viren and Karim are pushing their respective monarch sibling to make a particular choice or realize a particular danger, with their brother / sister (respectively) shutting them down on the basis of disagreement and wanting to move forward rather than perpetuate the cycle. The rest of the season continues this inversion pretty, although not exactly well, of characters diverging from S1 origin points or certain ones being reconstructed, so this will be an additional thematic aspect we keep a pin in from episode to episode.

Closing Notes:

I don’t have too much else to say about this episode except 1) being tickled pink I correctly guessed that Lux Aurea may be the other fallen star referenced back when the episode titles were released a week or so early and 2) I wanted to include this screencap because it’s the scene I resonate the most in with Karim possible:

It’s about the Symbolism.

#tdp #tdp meta #the dragon prince #s4 #arc 2 #analysis series #analysis #establish theme series #morally ambiguous fam #it was just red #callum #sparklepuff squad #light and darkness motif #the cycle #prince karim #viren #why it ends why it always ends #also obvs could've talked about my experiences with this ep through my own queer lens but in lieu of #keeping it more contained i'll regulate that to thoughts / possibly its own post some day

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 years

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Type O Negative - Black Sabbath (From the Satanic Perspective)

#Type O Negative #My Girlfriend's Girlfriend #Black Sabbath (From the Satanic Perspective)#Release date: 1996 #Single #Black Sabbath released on Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath. It contains significant lyrical differences.#Also it contains riff from the song Iron Man from Black Sabbath - Paranoid.#Genre: Gothic/Doom Metal #Lyrical themes: Depression Death Relationships Love Dark humour #USA

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theinfinitedivides · 1 year

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have been listening to the Pathaan OST on and off for almost three weeks(?) now since its release and Vishal-Shekhar really said they'd give some of the best songs in their career to the gays in War (2019) and then took the leftovers to give to the king of Bollywood,,,,,, i'm crying

#film: pathaan #film: war (2019)#pathaan #war (2019)#war 2019 #bollywood #srk #shah rukh khan #local gay watches Bollywood.txt #no but fr #the album is good. truly it is in its own right but #this would be a crime if the Hrithik-Tiger pairing wasn't so f*cking gay it set off the radars of every queer person #within a 15 mile radius #and for that alone this misstep is allowed to pass relatively unscathed #imo Besharam Rang is the closest thing we got to War's Ghungroo #there was no equivalent to Jai Jai Shivshankar despite their best efforts bc tbh i don't think they can ever top that #Jhoome Jo Pathaan f*cks severely. it's not JJS.#(raw homoeroticism is contained in JJS tho so theoretically they COULD top that but not musically iykwim)#not at all a fan of the official Pathaan theme which is ironic bc that's literally who you're supposed to like???#the villain has a better theme than you SRK you're going to have to come over to the dark side now #begging Dunki and Jawan to come through with the OSTs and give SRK what he deserves pls

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writinginthesecrettrees · 8 months

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So like. I was offline for a while and came back and met new people and got new followers, and I just…

People know, right? They know I write really messed up shit sometimes, right?

Like. Like the time I wrote wincest with consensual necrophilia?

Or my serial killer AU (henricksen my beloved) with first time weecest on top of the corpse of their first kill?

People know, right?

#i just #i don’t want to be misunderstood #i like soft fluffy wincest #but i also like it dark and bloody #i contain multitudes #wincest #weecest #dark themes

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charliespringverse · 10 months

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rewatching house led to me infodumping at my mother about ao3 and gen z purity culture and honestly . if she didn't want these things to happen to her she shouldn't have had children with a man so incredibly neurodivergent

#there was a logical progression to the infodump . but i fear it was only logical in an adhd way #bc my friend went ''u can rlly tell this is early 2000s bc they wouldn't let him say things like that today''#which led to the ''they Could theoretically make it but like . toned down and also no character would ever be able to agree w him''#which led to the thing of how audiences seem unable to separate depiction from endorsement #like the whole ''if a character is transphobic and nobody in-world calls them evil and wrong then the creator must be transphobic'' thing #which led to the tag system on ao3 and the proship/anti thing abt whether the existence of the archive warning system means they're —#- endorsing/supporting works that contain 'problematic' themes and content #which led to me ranting abt the reasons Why ppl create dark media (eg a story abt csa could be written by a nonce or a survivor)#and my mother was just Sat There like 🧍🏻‍♂️ bc she's a 60 yr old woman and doesn't care about fanfiction or proship/anti discourse #i do this rant/infodump a Lot tho like it's on my mind very often . i love rambling for nearly an hour abt stupid internet culyure #also the quote i think best sums up my entire stance on the proship vs anti thing is from sarah z's video on it #''i am a tax paying adult woman not a member of a fucking fandom war sports team'' which is so me except that i'm a man n i don't pay taxes #((i'm not a tax evader i just don't meet the threshold to pay them))#anygay . i get on a plane in like 15 hours and i need to sleep #jay screams into the void

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benbraeden-a · 1 year

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does anyone remember when container themes were the height of the rp career? because i found mine on an old google drive.

#ooc.#im still convinced that back then no matter how hard i tried to convince myself; my container themes were not aligned #with the imgs that i created from whatever version of ps i was using.#FNJDSKFNSDKJFKNFSDK.#also these dark af psds I HATE-

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eclipsewarrior101 · 4 months

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Poppy Playtime: Heal Those left Behind

( A poppy playtime au)

Plot: Evangeline, a young woman buys the playtime co factory after its doomed to be destroyed and discovers they her grandfathers stories about the place were true. Now she must be the toy’s caretaker and try to heal those her grandfather and others hurt.

Scene: a middle aged woman with black hair and green eyes looks up from her desk. The name Evangeline is on her name tag

“ hello there. Welcome to Playtime co. Or well what use to be it. Now it’s a sanctuary for toys who have been left behind.”

You see some toys like huggy wuggy poke his head out staring at you.

“ huggy…it’s okay. They are friendly

He leaves growling

“ forgive him. He and the others aren’t use to…visitors. As you can see this place is now a sanctuary for those abused and left behind by ( Redacted) and the other people who worked here. I am working hard to help them. Along with my two friends. The toys here are still learning to heal but…I will allow you to speak to them. But there are a few rules”

Picks up a board and Shows it to everyone

RULES!!!!

1. Do not provoke the toys to attack. They are trying to heal.

2. Do not send nsfw questions to the toys. Most are children.

3. Do not spam the ask box.

4. Please be patient. ( I’m human) it might take me a bit to figure out how to answer

5. Not everyone can talk to you yet. Chapter 3 hasn’t gone out yet. And I’m not using all the toys just yet either

6. If the toys want they can ask me to answer for them.

7. Their background stories aren’t really fleshed out….most are theories I’ve seen. Or on theory videos.

8. Do not try to kill or kidnap any toy

9. Some toys won’t answer right away. Done are still shy or wary of humans.

10. With characters there will be a green, yellow or red heart. Which symbols of they are safe to talk to or not. If you see two different colors than that means you might want to be cautious.

If you see more than one red. ASK at your own risk

If you see a black heart…then they cannot talk

Toys who are available to ask questions

Chapter 1 & 2:

Huggy 💚

Kissy 💚

Poppy💚

Mommy LL aka Marie ❤️

Daddy LL aka Damien💚

Bunzo💛

Boxy boo💛❤️

Bron💚

PJ ( Pug a Pee) 💛

Cat Cat 💚

Boogie bot 💚

Candy Cat💚

Smiling critters:

Dog day 💛

Catnap ❤️❤️❤️

Bubba 🖤

Hoppy🖤

Kickin💛💚

Picky❤️❤️❤️

Bobby❤️❤️❤️

Crafty🖤

Humans able to ask:

Evangeline (owner)

Payton (therapist)

Phylicia (nurse)

“ anyways. I hope you enjoy the factory. It’s been remodeled and looks alot better now. You are allowed to explore but do not go in any restricted areas…have a good time”

The ask box is ready to open

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime heal those left behind #a fun story blog #will contain dark themes and characters stories

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blueberryraptorcrumble · 10 months

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Found some old unfinished tyranid art I did circa… pre 2010 I think.

#raptor crumbles #WH40k #wh40k oc #i really wasnt kidding about the waifu nids #this was to be my sig for the Tyranid Hive forums #but i never actually finished it #i think i mightve used a white unfinished version instead?#they were based on my own nid hive colors #the was a pale blue/white scheme that was hive fleet seraphim and was supposed to be flyer based or something feathers were involved #THIS scheme was probably supposed to be hf Abyss which was dark and bioluminescent themed #also hi hive fleet kyogre was me #some photos of those guys escaped containment and float around on the internet sometimes

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traaanskimkitsuragi · 1 year

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its so weird when a big streamer plays a relatively obscure game that i got into ages ago

#rt streamed needy streamer overload and it felt rlly surreal #tbh im not rlly sure how i feel abt it bc like #i have a rlly personal connection to that game and watching the vid it felt like he didnt rlly Get It i guess #but like yeah hes a well adjusted guy of course hes not gonna Get It #i was going to watch the vod as well when i saw it but i heard him say dont tell me about the trigger warnings i dont wanna be spoiled #and that like kind of upset me bc even if you dont need them your audience might #and just saying 'this game contains dark themes' isnt good enough. that doesnt mean anything #theres literally a self harm scene in his vid??? ppl deserve to be warned for stuff like that #fdhsk whatever i wouldnt expect fucking normies to understand the importance of content warnings anyway its just frustrating

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27twinsister · 1 year

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Sonoi's Poetry Series Reflection

For those who don't know, I write toku fanfiction (mostly Sentai) on AO3. I just finished my series Sonoi's Poetry, a series that I started in April 2022 and wrote in a non-linear order. The first thing that I wrote for that series, The Forgotten Room, is Part 13. (That's the main reason why it's a series instead of a multi-chapter book by the way- reordering chapters in a book seemed like it would make it more confusing.) So I wanted to make a post about my experience writing this series, now that it's finished and knowing who premieres in the next episode of Donbrothers.

I always knew Sonoi's Poetry wasn't going to be canon compliant. In my head, there was always 3 possibilities:

Sonoshi doesn't exist in canon, and therefore is an OC

Sonoshi does exist in canon, but the extremely specific backstory of my series didn't happen

Sonoshi does exist in canon, but has a different personality/characterization as the character in my series

In the end, it seems to be a combination of 2 and 3. Definitely 3.

Still, I went in trying to make it…not 100% canon compliant but following canon events for as long as possible. That's why there are poems referencing specific episodes. But it could no longer be canon compliant after episode 27. I had to go in a different direction, so Impossible (Part 25) was where the series officially stopped following canon. But considering it started in April, and that poem was in October, it was a long time of following canon, or at least trying to.

I want to talk about my process in making the series, especially since I did it for a currently airing show. This involves spoilers for both my series (though not much for Donbrothers itself) so I'll put it under the cut.

The idea from Sonoi's Poetry was simple: There was a fourth member of the Noto (Sonoshi) who was kidnapped and grew up and became…someone.

Originally, it was supposed to be Taro. Sonoshi was supposed to be kidnapped by Jin, grow up, and become Taro. This worked for a while. It's also why there are canon-related poems about Taro (like Dear Stranger). I decided to keep those poems in the series because…c'mon, Sonoi would totally write poems about Taro.

But that idea got dropped, and I didn't add much in June or July as I was trying to figure out who Sonoshi should grow up to be. It had to be someone with little to no backstory, who wasn't in the middle of a complicated plotline. It couldn't be Taro, and obviously couldn't be a Noto. I could just make an OC.

But then there he was: Don Murasame.

I don't remember what episode it was, but I remember waiting for that week's episode to air just to make sure they didn't decide now was the time to give Don Murasame a civilian identity or anything. They didn't, so I continued with my plan: Sonoshi would grow up to become Don Murasame.

I had the plan for Don Murasame and Sonoshi to be the same person in the summer. But I didn't know how to establish a connection between them in a poem form. I posted the poem what mother wants (Part 23) in July to get a poem about Don Murasame in so the reveal wouldn't be completely out of nowhere, and then I decided to go back in the timeline. I needed to establish why Sonoi cared about Sonoshi, which is why I wrote Parts 2-4, and I had to convey how Don Murasame went from being Sonoshi to being Don Murasame. I knew I could use Mother, but Sonoi didn't have a way to interact with Mother. Especially not Child Sonoi.

So I made the Confidential File (Part 28). Not a poem, but a very important piece of text that details how Sonoshi went missing, while still keeping everyone's identity vague. I made a weapon prototype get stolen at the same time, to connect Sonoshi and Don Murasame's sword form. Sonoi discovers this document in the present day, so it's later in the series.

After formatting the Confidential File and really liking it, I had a bit of a block. I knew where I wanted everyone to end up (living together, alive, well-off,) but was struggling to get there in poem format. But it's fine, Sonoshi doesn't canonically exist, the series doesn't need to follow canon anyways, no rush.

And then the preview for episode 37 aired and I really wanted to get the series out before Sonoshi canonically debuted.

There are many types of poems, but luckily there are free verse poems. Free verse poems have no rules. Lines and stanzas can be any length, there's no set rhyme scheme, you can really do whatever you want. 5/6 of the poems posted after the Confidential File are Free Verse poems. I wrote them like that because I needed to get the story out, and quickly. The one that isn't is After (Part 31), a haiku sequence (multiple haikus in a certain order). I like haiku sequences and they come fairly naturally when I know what I want to write about.

I finished writing Sonoi's Poetry on November 13th at 10:26 PM. I posted it over the next few days and ended up posting the final part just after midnight on November 18, my timezone.

And now here we are.

I am satisfied with how Sonoi's Poetry turned out. Writing non-linearly was hard to keep track of at times but reading them in series order they all make sense. It's also a different way of telling a story, using poems instead of prose. I don't know if I'll do something like this again, and I don't think I recommend doing this for a show as it airs, at least not if you want to try being canon compliant, but it was an experience, and I enjoyed every bit of it.

Sonoshi debuts this weekend and he is very handsome and I am looking forward to meeting him.

#fanfiction #poetry #super sentai #donbrothers #self reflecting #meta #my fanfic stuff #my writing #self promo #fair warning #my series does contain dark/serious themes but it's tagged for #spoilers #avataro sentai donbrothers #sonoi #sonoshi #nouto #noto

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