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kaiowut99 · 1 year

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 89 and 90 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 87 and 88 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-89: The Hell Kaiser vs Darkness Fubuki

Ryou, now the Hell Kaiser, has returned to the Academia to take part in GeneX. His best friend Fubuki, scoping out the situation, decides to confront the Hell Kaiser, hoping to return the favor after he had helped save him from his fall to the dark side before. At last, Fubuki and Hell Kaiser begin their duel, and Fubuki intentionally uses the power of Darkness, summoning Red-Eyes Black Dragon. Meanwhile, the Hell Kaiser uses...

TURN-90: The Academia’s Pride

Chronos and Vice-Principal Napoleon, anxious about the Academia’s reputation worsening as their students lose to Pro Duelists, get certain characters to take part in GeneX--as their secret weapons. Meanwhile, Junko and Momoe were dueling the Pro Duelist Sommelier Parker, and just as they were about to surrender their tough bout, Asuka, thought to have entered the Society of Light, appears. Asuka then takes over Junko and Momoe’s duel and takes on the Sommelier.

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Next duo of episodes is finalized~

Episodes 89 and 90 are a good time; 89 explores more of Ryou’s personality shift (and how sinking so low fighting with his ideals and then discarding them to actually think of winning now has him obsessed with the feeling that comes with it) and the new Cyberdark deck he took from Samejima, along with showing that Darkness is still very much around despite his defeat to Judai in S1 (mainly because for some reason Fubuki kept the card he was trapped in around, though I suppose logically to avoid Darkness potentially getting to someone else lol) which’ll come into play again in Season 4 (better than never, really). 90′s a fun time with more of the tournament currently going on playing out, we get to see Taizan and Motegi again which is nice, and Asuka shows some of her pre-SoL personality is still in there, like with Manjoume. Also nice to hear Camula’s Theme again as she takes out Sommelier Parker. The flashback scene with Ryou and Fubuki is also nice (”Just as this lighthouse guides ships at night, everyone’s feelings were the glow that brought me back”) and it would’ve been nice to get that properly after Fubuki recovered, but it works well here.

Editing-wise, there wasn’t too much to fix in 89, though there was a unique one that I wanted to do my best to fix; 90 saw a bunch of card fixes along with one or two quality-of-watching fixes, plus a big translation edit revamping one of the first on-screen ones I’d done when I first subbed episode 90 back around 2012 that looks pretty good now, if I may say so myself, lol. Details below the cut, as usual, for the interested!

(As a side-note, Sangre Guerrero in 90 is... interesting; the credits list his name as “サンブレ・ゲレロ”/“sanbure guerrero”/”Sombre Guerrero,” which is what I’d originally used, but then I saw Crunchyroll go with “Sangre,” which isn’t what the katakana would back up [”sangure”]--but the more I listened to Manjoume saying his name, the more it did in fact sound like “Sangre.” It wouldn’t be the first time I’d run into a typo in the ending credits--a lot of the animation staff tend to have typos on their names every so often, so it takes me a fair bit of looking into which spellings end up sticking later in the series to decide on consistency--but it was a potential first for a character name, and Japanese Wikipedia and most sites, along with Yugipedia, had spelled it as “sanbure” pulling from the credits. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a profile on the official YGO site, and I don’t think he’d had one on any official Japanese one to verify, being such a minor character. But “sangre” would make sense given his “hot Latino blood” line [”sangre” being Spanish for “blood”], so, given all that, I went with “Sangre” as well.

Also, I did end up finally catching that the name for Junko’s VA is Tomomi Yachi and not Tomomi Taniuchi as I’d been using per AnimeNewsNetwork; I was hoping that “Yachi” could’ve been a more recent change, but I clicked into her JP Wikipedia page and saw her blogs going back to the time GX was airing in the mid-00s referencing “Yachi,” and Yugipedia does have “Yachi” too, so... going with that now. I might decide to revise her other episodes, but having lost my OP/EN credit sub files for S1 and early S2, and given she only finally spoke again in 90 after not doing so for... over 30 episodes, I might just end up leaving it.)

Anywho, enjoy, folks--91 and 92 are on tap for next time, ft. our Grim Reaper one-hit card-slinging-slasher one-off, and Pegasus actually dueling as Chronos and Napoleon duel him for a job worrying they might be fired; should be fun to revisit!

Fixes/Edits! (89)

As Fubuki and Ryou are about to begin dueling, they jump together on a split-screen to turn on their Disks and shout, “Duel!”--but just before Fubuki’s starts to turn on, there’s one frame (held still for a few frames) where it’s not fully drawn in its off state; fixed by painting in the rest in Photoshop, then throwing the fixed frame into the footage in Sony Vegas.

Later, once Fubuki lets Darkness consume him thinking it’s the only way to help Ryou now, Ryou brings back Cyberdark Edge using Call of the Living Dead; Darkness!Fubuki notes the futility of it when facing his Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon, and Ryou clicks into a split-screen to surprise him by summoning another new Monster in Cyberdark Keel, but a few things happen here--mainly, once Ryou clicks into his split-screen with Fubuki, the entire shot keeps panning to the right towards Fubuki. Then, a few frames before Fubuki reacts to Keel, it shifts downward and to the right, and as Fubuki’s saying, “Another new Monster?”, the shot keeps panning towards him, before the split-screen then splits apart, but not before we get a quick frame of them splitting into green before the right whooshing background’s in there in the next frame to lead into Keel being summoned. As I hadn’t worked on a fix to a split-screen error like this yet and thinking I might not be able to do too much, I initially mitigated it by using Vegas to fix it such that the shot stopped moving once Fubuki started reacting, repositioning three frames of his face and lip-flaps (closed, semi-open, and open) and masking them onto a still, recycling as needed to match his original flaps before letting the split-screen split out--but I was inspired on Friday to give it more of a try, and I think it came out nicely after 3-4 total hours late Friday night and early yesterday, lol.

In addition to what I first did there, I went and first took the starting pan of Fubuki as he notes the futility of the move and moved it slightly so that Fubuki’s final position in the pan, before Ryou clicks into the split-screen, matches the position I had him in just before he reacts which I’d kept him still at--but doing this left a bit of the shot, along the top and right, unaccounted for with missing pixels; to deal with that, I used the aforementioned frame of Fubuki’s final position and redid that initial panning with it by keyframing it for most of its 105 frames, then put that in a layer under the repositioned pan--this allowed it to fill in the rest of the shot seamlessly, so Fubuki and the background were fully moved. Then, after Ryou clicks in, I masked in a still of him prior to holding up Keel over Fubuki, then masked in and repositioned his rising hand with the card, along with his face and lip-flaps which I recycled as needed; this made it so Ryou held up Keel and said his line while everything else in the shot stays still. I applied some additional masking over these layers during the split-screen to keep their hair and the backgrounds behind them consistent, too. There’s still a slight amount of movement for the 5-10 frames of Fubuki reacting that I couldn’t edit out, but all the previous editing combined with what I’d done before made this shot much more consistently still overall. (Hopefully that makes sense, lol.) Also fixed the quick green-bg frame error.

Fixes/Edits! (90)

For the hardsub, as I detailed here, I took the computer screen Samejima’s scrolling through as he laments how only some of the students are winning their GeneX duels, showing how Judai and the others are doing on that front, and freshly translated it; as mentioned up top, this is a revamp of one of my earliest on-screen translation edits, necessarily redone because, for some reason, I thought it smart to save the original edit with Samejima’s line hardsubbed onto it... but also given the difference in video quality with the DVDRip I used here, lol. Where initially I mainly used Sony Vegas to manipulate the existing footage to get things blanked, borrowing from how the dub wiped the text in spots, to then add the translated text in Aegisub, this time I used Photoshop exclusively to blank the Japanese text and then add the new English text, after first stitching together the entire screen with everyone’s profiles, using Sony Vegas to redo the scrolling or touch up for consistency a little as needed.

Also for the hardsub, for the scene just after the title card as Samejima scrolls from Misawa’s profile to Saiou’s, I was able to get that freshly translated as well, as detailed in the update to the post I linked in #1 above. (I also created this video to showcase both edits, as well as mockups I did of what the English dub could’ve done if they wanted to translate it vs what they actually did [blank all the text but mysteriously leave empty name boxes intact] and comparing them to my initial edits from 2012.)

As Chronos and Napoleon run to see Taizan duel with Mathematica, we see the current status of their duel with their LP counts, but while Taizan has Big Shield Guardna out in Defense Mode on his field, his card under it is facing Mathematica as if in Attack Mode; fixed by first making a proxy, then using AfterEffects to put it in place in Defense Mode on one frame during the panning shot, with the effect box facing us the viewer, and then masking Big Shield Guardna on top of it--once done, I took that frame into Sony Vegas and redid the panning shot with it, masking in the LP counter on top as needed.

After activating Illegal Summon and summoning Middle Shield Guardna to Taizan’s field, Mathematica has Taizan summon a Monster to his field for its second effect, and he goes for Drone; as it gets summoned, its card is missing on Mathematica’s Disk. Fixed by using AfterEffects to first put a proxy I made for it in place on his second Monster Zone before the DEF counter covers it, brightening it as the light from Drone’s summoning reaches it, and exporting that; I then exported a single frame of it in that position, which I threw into Vegas, where I redid the slow zoom that happens here as he activates Death Calculator with it, and combined it all.

Some seconds later, as Mathematica activates Transistor the Survey Warrior’s effect (tributing Drone to attack Taizan directly), a few things happen: 1) a repeat of #3 happens with Defense-Mode Drone, whose card under it is facing Taizan as if in Attack Mode, and 2) Taizan has the just-summoned-to-his-field Middle Shield Guardna where Big Shield Guardna should be on his Disk, in Monster Zone 4. Fixed in two parts: 1) I used AfterEffects to apply a proxy for Drone under it in Defense Mode (name box facing our left) for a frame and masked Drone on top of it, then taking that frame into Vegas to redo the panning shot here with it, masking Big Shield Guardna and his shield over it and fading it out as Drone gets tributed and disappears; 2) luckily, as this shot gets recycled a bit later, and it correctly has Middle Shield Guardna and Big Shield Guardna in Zones 2 and 4, respectively, on his Disk there, I was able to use that and use Vegas to reposition it and then redo the panning here with it before just masking them out--though the repositioning meant that Big Shield Guardna wasn’t fully on Taizan’s Disk (as I had to move it a bit upward, leaving empty pixels under), but I used AE to slap a proxy on in one frame, then redoing the pan again using that frame to handle that. Combined both parts in Vegas, and voila. (Quite a bit of fun keyframing involved here as a result, but the result looks good)

After summoning Drawler, Taizan uses its effect to add his hand back to his deck, but two quick things happen: 1) there’s a few frames of his Disk showing where Big Shield Guardna is missing from his Disk (Fixed in AfterEffects by just slapping a Defense-Mode proxy in Monster Zone 4), and 2) for a quick frame as he lifts his head, the pupils of Taizan’s eyes are black and not white (fixed by just recoloring them in Photoshop, then mixing the fixed frame into the footage in Vegas)

Later, during Motegi’s duel with Sangre Guerrero, the Latino Pro Duelist [what Elvis impersonation] tries to get Motegi to feel worried, but notes how he’s taking the fun out of it for him by being so chill; as the split-screen between them while this happens starts to split, there’s a quick frame where the border is missing from Guerrero’s side. Fixed in Vegas by masking in his side of the split in the next frame with the border and repositioning it into place. I also re-slid his side to fix some coloring issues I noticed with him.

Later, once Asuka and Sommelier Parker are dueling, after Asuka summons Benten, Parker notes that she would be “medium-bodied” as a wine compared to his “full-bodied” Bacchus, before the Parker/Bacchus split-screen splits to show Judai, Shou, and Manjoume, as Shou turns to Manjoume wondering what the “bodied” talk is about--but two little things happen here: 1) a frame before the split starts to split, there’s a little flicker along the border (fixed just by holding the previous frame over this one), and 2) after Shou turns to Manjoume, after he says his line, he jitters and turns slightly from Manjoume, where he stays until after Manjoume’s line, when he and Judai turn back to the duel, but this jitter desyncs Shou’s movement from Judai’s there (fixed by first masking Shou so that he stays in his pre-jitter position, then using that jitter position to make it so he and Judai start turning back to the duel at the same time).

9-11 here happen in the same scene, but I can’t do sub-bullets on Tumblr here, so I’ll split it into a few points for readability. As Asuka tells Parker that Cyber Tutu’s about to end the duel, he slides in on a split-screen to question that, causing Asuka to react in surprise before the split splits out to show a drunk dizzy Cyber Tutu--except Asuka’s side of the split takes a frame longer to leave the screen, as they started splitting a bit unevenly. Fixed by using Vegas to mask and redo the split-out slightly so that the two start splitting more evenly, letting Asuka’s split leave the screen with Parker’s.

After we see drunk Cyber Tutu, the two’s split-screens start sliding back in, but Parker’s is uneven with Asuka’s; fixed in Vegas by masking his full split and repositioning it to redo it slightly.

Once back on their split-screen, after Parker comments that Cyber Tutu has had a bit too much of his Bacchus Banquet’s sake, they start to split out to show the Bacchus Banquet card behind them on Parker’s field, but the border that should be on Asuka’s side is disconnected from her. Fixed in Vegas by masking out the border and attaching it to Asuka, masking in the new scene behind them to wipe it away from the middle.

A bit later, Parker has Magna Mutton attack Cyber Tutu, but Asuka has her Holy Life Barrier Trap to avoid damage; as she gets ready to activate it amidst Magna Mutton’s attack, she’s missing Cyber Tutu in Monster Zone 4 on her Disk. Fixed in AfterEffects by just slapping a proxy on.

During her last turn, after Asuka uses Fulfillment of the Contract to bring back Idaten, as she explains that her effect lets her re-use a Magic Card in her Cemetery (going for Pot of Greed), along with missing Cyber Tutu in Zone 4 of her Disk again, a bit of an oddity happens here in how her Idaten card starts to... slide off her Disk, lol. There’s also a quick frame where the Pot of Greed she’s grabbing from her Cemetery disappears in the slot before it reappears there as she moves her Disk. Fixed by first using AfterEffects to put Cyber Tutu in place, which I then repositioned during the light zoom-out in AE, then in Vegas holding Idaten in place by masking its Monster Zone into another layer on top for the rest of the shot, and then holding Pot of Greed in place for that one frame.

During the preview for episode 91, an error happens as the Blue student Tachibana is dueling gets impacted by an attack he made in which he has a Magic Card in his Disk’s Monster Zone 4. This was fixed in 91 proper, as it’s Armed Samurai -- Ben Kei there, so I fixed this by using that footage in Vegas and masking in the Japanese “Preview” text over it, using a fair amount of feathering so it blended in.

#GX #yugioh #ygo gx #yugioh gx #ygo #yu-gi-oh gx #my subs #Ryou Marufuji #Fubuki Tenjoin #Asuka Tenjoin #[if you enjoy the fix-edit breakdowns you'll probably enjoy some of the ones here lol]#that 4Kids Elvis impersonation tho #0/10 wiping Latino representation smh #still such a shame how Camula's Theme has gone unreleased all this time #be nice if we got some OST releases for GX's 20th anniversary next year but somehow i doubt it #also don't get why CR does 'my boy Judai' or 'my boy Johan' for Pegasus's -boy shtick #when they kept it in their DM subs lol #anywho lemme see how the new Ghost Game is

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tojiot · 3 years

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how would the main 3 react if u left them to protect them bcs the league is targeting u? u only said good bye to them through a letter 👀👀 if u know, u know

leaving the main three and only saying goodbye through a letter

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i know 👀 hahaha my account was supposed to be non spoiler free but i'll feel guilty and i don't want to spoil non manga readers so i'll just keep quiet and not say anything. i love this request though <3 i'm just not confident enough with what i wrote :/ this is not betaed so expect typos and errors.

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

he looks for you immediately when he woke up. he's gonna scold you for fighting that villain by yourself. there are things you can't win alone. he learned that the hard way.

he sees class a inside his room minus you. he hissed, "why the heck are you all here? where's (y/n)?"

kirishima, our bravest soldier, went in front of him with a crestfallen look and gave bakugo an envelope. "what the fuck is this, shitty hair?" "it's from (y/n)." "where the hell are they?" "they left, bro." "where did they go?" "i, we don't know." "when will they comeback?" kirishima shook his head at that.

katsuki chuckled at that darkly, "now's not the time to fuck around, got that?" he opened the envelope to read and that's where his world crumbled down. the first thing that came into his mind was, "they're gone. did i lose them?"

he would go mad. mad as in crazy mad. he's in absolute pain and frustration. he'll explode everything that's in front of him. doesn't matter who or what. he ain't calming down until he sees or talks to you.

"i don't fucking care about anything anymore. just give me back (y/n). i need to find them.." he trembled. i can't explain it in words but remember that time he asked deku why was he the reason for all might's fall? THAT VOICE RIGHT THERE

he'll do everything to see you again and he's not gonna give up. be it hunt the league and kill them one by one, he'll do it.

katsuki's main goal in life now is to find and see you, fuck being the number 1 hero.

ㅡ todoroki

when he opened his eyes, he saw pristine white walls and the smell of alcohol is just too strong for his nose. he looks at his side and saw a piece of folded paper named right after him. it's from you.

he thinks it's a note where you tell him you'll just get clothes or food. he thinks it's a romantic and cute letter, he even smiled while looking at it but when he read the content of it he freezes.

he'd just sit there, stare at the wall, and process everything. he's so used to seeing you, touching you. and now that you're gone? he would feel lost and empty.

shoto would go back to his past self where he has walls and is cold to everyone. it'll be back to square one for everybody until he catches a sight of you.

it's all because he's confused. he doesn't know how to deal with such strong and painful emotions like this. he doesn't like it. that's why he thinks it's better to just push everyone away and be distant.

he'd snap at everyone who talks to him, one more reason why he decided to detach himself, "don't talk to me. i'm not in the mood." he would listen if it's about you though. just don't mind his intense glare.

he'll look for you on his own, nothing will stop him. and if he ever need help, even if it'll hurt his pride, he'll ask his father and his sidekicks to help him.

in his mind, he's just using his father to take down the league. shoto's priority is to bring you back to him safely.

ㅡ midoriya

the moment he woke up from the hospital, the first thing that he thought about is you rather than himself. he feels fidgety when he didn't see you. did the villains get you? are you okay? you're still alive, right?

he called inko since she's the only one inside the room with him, "uhh, mom, have you seen (y/n)?" he asked worriedly.

inko just stared at him with watery eyes. she then handed izuku a white envelope, "it's from (y/n). they asked me to give it to you before leaving."

izuku looked at the envelope anxiously, "(y/n) left? where did they go? they'll comeback... right? right, mom?"

when inko shook her head, izuku felt an uncomfortable feeling inside his stomach. he feels like puking. all the emotions inside of him are a mess.

he'll open the letter slowly with shaking hands, afraid of what he'll see or read inside. it hurts him, he needs you now. he wants to see you safe and sound. he'd rather suffer with you than be here comfortable lying on a bed.

out of the main three, he's the only one that'll let them tears fall. izuku would drown himself in self loathe because he thinks he failed to protect you and cry at the side quietly before wiping all his tears and finally planning to look for you.

he'd have various plans like plan a, plan b, plan c, etc. incase one plan fails, he has another one. he can't fail, he shouldn't fail, he won't allow it.

izuku's freaking determined to look for his s/o. he's gonna risk it all for you. he'll find you no matter what it takes.

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rose-lord-of-simps · 3 years

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Can I make a request your headcanons for everyone reacing to hearing that Luke got into a fight with a lower level demon and won? Chihuahua Luke, and completely platonic ofcourse

YES PLEASE THANK YOU- Okay, for some reason I can’t find this ask on my phone’s notifications so if there are typos, I apologize, I’ll be doing an editing check on my phone after posting. So I’m sorry if you sent this forever ago and I’m only getting to it now!

The Obey Me characters reacting to Luke WINNING A FIGHT- YES- GO CHIHUAHUA!

New datables included!

Lucifer

Excuse me

WAT?

He did...

What?

He’s not dead?

Are we sure?

We’re sure?

okay.

Honestly I feel like he is the most shocked.

Tiny chihuahua Luke, fought a demon... and won?

He hears it was a lower class demon and has to ask “How lower class?”

Will most definitely tease Luke about being a chihuahua but secretly is super impressed.

Wants to give Luke a head pat and say good job but doesn’t.

Didn’t tell Diavolo to ask Simeon what kind of comfort items Luke likes.

Totally wasn’t the one who got Luke a new bed, fluffy blankets, pillows galore, and stuffed animals of all sizes as a good job present.

Totally not.

Mammon

Confusion?

Luke knows what fighting is?

SHOCKED

Too shocked to even talk.

Doesn’t care why the fight started

Kind of just wants to hunt down the lower level demon and ask them how they managed to make Luke fight them

Slightly scared of Luke now but wont admit it.

Levi

Miraculously was walking by when the fight started

Recorded everything on his DDD

Had to hold himself back from laughing at the entire thing so that the audio quality could be good

Wished he had popcorn

Was shocked Luke knew how to get violent but thoroughly enjoyed watching a demon get beat up by this tiny little chihuahua.

Satan

His immediate reaction is just

“wait why were they fighting?”

What got cute baby Luke- to fight a demon?

Asks Levi for the video

Is now inclined to teach Luke how to throw a proper punch.

Admits he underestimated the chihuahua

However, that doesn’t stop him from laughing his booty off at how the Demon runs away from a screaming Luke in Beel’s arms.

Asmo

Surprised like-

He didn’t even brake a nail?

Watches the video of what happened with Satan and is laughing the whole time.

Kind of proud of Luke.

Tells Luke he saw a video of the fight and congratulates him

Also asks how he didn’t brake a nail.

Beel

Was there for the whole thing.

Had to keep Luke from chasing the Demon

Didn’t react immediately though, kind of just watched for the first few minutes

Then pulled Luke away from chasing the demon down.

Impressed but are Luke’s fists okay?

Takes Luke home and tells Simeon, the Purgatory Hall resident adult no Solomon doesn’t count, what happened.

Belphie

Would just smirk and say

“knew it.”

Had a feeling Luke knew how to at the very least defend himself

Helps Satan and Barbs teach Luke how to properly throw a punch.

Offers to help Luke get a punch in o Lucifer if he ever wants to.

Sees this as new potential for being annoying for Lucifer.

Diavolo

Honestly thrilled.

One less thing to worry about is lower level demons harming Luke now!

Has to fill out paperwork about it now

But congratulates Luke on his win

Is honestly kind of tempted to throw him a party

Had Levi send him the video of the fight and made sure to watch it with Lucifer later

Happily asks Simeon what kind of stuff Luke likes as comfort items for Lucifer.

Finds it cute how Lucifer wants to give him a present.

Barbatos

A little concerned for Luke’s safety because

Are higher demons going to come and see how much they can rile him up until he fights now?

Watched the video Levi took later though and shamelessly enjoys watching Luke get angry at this demon.

Finds Luke fighting to be a funny concept.

Helps Satan teach Luke how to properly fight.

Solomon

Stops whatever he is doing.

Lets the information sit in his brain and process for about 5 minutes before giving Luke a high five

Tells him good job and congrats on the win

Proud of Luke

teases Luke endlessly about it though

Simeon

Kind of mad at Luke because he isn’t supposed to be fighting anyone at all

But also knew Luke would be able to obliterate the lower class demons and isn’t surprised.

Secretly proud of Luke for standing up for himself.

Doesn’t easily excuse this though, he can have his presents from a mysterious source who he totally doesn’t know is Lucifer but he has to clean the whole Purgatory Hall.

Most definitely teases Lucifer about getting Luke all that stuff.

One of two people to figure out it was Lucifer who got Luke everything because, If it were Diavolo he would of given Luke everything openly. The only person who would ask Diavolo to ask Simeon about what Luke likes would be Lucifer.

Luke

Most shocked he won after Lucifer.

HE COULDN’T JUST LET THE DEMON KEEP TALKING!

What else was he supposed to do?

BAKE HIM A CAKE!?

NO!

He has celestial realm magic too ya know!

He just chooses not to use it because then he is gonna need THE BIGGEST nap

Has no regrets.

Got to snuggle up in his new bed with his new stuffies!

Bakes something for Lucifer as a thank you gift

Bonus!

look while I was writing this I started thinking about fluffy Luke and Lucifer having a sibling relationship and it’s making me cry so I gotta keep going-

“Lucifer, may I come in?”

“Yes chihuahua?”

QUE THE AGGRESSIVE LOVE

“I’M NOT A- no. fine. I made you poison apple pie! I hope you enjoy it you demon! Thank you for the gifts you never sent me!”

“Your welcome for absolutely nothing and I don’t like sweets!”

“That’s why It’s not too sweet! I put cinnamon and stuff in it so it wouldn’t be super sweet because I know you don’t like sweeter things!”

“I’ll enjoy it chihuahua!”

“I hope you do you lousy demon!”

STORMS OUT OF ROOM AND TAKES AN ANGRY NAP IN HIS NEW BED!

EATS THE PIE WITH A FROWN BUT LOVES IT!

A/N

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry again if you sent this a while ago and I didn’t see it until now. I was using Tumblr on my computer because sometimes I just prefer it, and noticed the ask in my inbox. I hope you liked it! This was a lot of fun to make! Thank you so much for the ask!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammom #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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sparklingpax · 4 years

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A Different Side (1/2)

Summary: Optimus comes back from an unsuccessful mission and seems to be out of sorts...but there’s more to that story.

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A/N:

-This is a rather silly fic, so do not worry I promise there is nothing inappropriate or heavy in this one at all! It’s,,,a dumb idea I had in History the other day,,,I wrote most of it between/during class periods, and edited the rest when I was supposed to be doing homework at home! :’)

-Please excuse any typos, grammar mistakes, ooc-ness, weird phrasings, punctuation errors, or really just anything that looks weird or isn’t right; I’m an amateur and I do this stuff for fun! So I’m naturally not the best at it....keep that in mind pls...

-WHAT IS THIS TITLE IM SO SORRY--

-Ok but this story is honestly kinda dumb goumen I’ll write better things soon

-Set in the TFP universe!

-This only has two parts, so this be the first and the next update is the end of it.... 😹😹 ^^’’

Enjoy! :D

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“Eat my dust, Jack!”

“Not if I pass you first!!”

“No, you won’t!!!”

“Says who?!”

Two cars raced around the base, one just barely passing the other.

Miko and Jack had gone head-to-head, racing one last tournament before they had to go home—after the tie last round, they just had to know who, really, was the victor of the day. The two of them shouted competitively as they jammed the controls in one direction or another. Excited, Raf looked on. He, too, was curious of the outcome.

At present, only Ratchet had remained at base.

The others had gone out to investigate an abandoned energon mine somewhere in Maine. Optimus had visited the location once before but was not able to reach the source of the readings he’d gotten.

Therefore, since there had been no Decepticon activity in the past week or so, he took his team to search the caverns.

They were due to return in about 10 minutes, according to Ratchet. When they did, each guardian was then going to take their human companion home.

It was a normal day at the Autobot base.

“NO WAY—”

“TAKE THAT!!!!”

Jack threw his fist in the air triumphantly while Miko crumpled to the floor in defeat. Raf burst into laughter as she actually went and laid flat on her back.

“The horror! I’ve let Jack win!!” She overdramatically wailed. Then, after a moment, sat up and giggled along with Raf and Jack. As the two went to retrieve their cars, Raf scampered up to Ratchet.

“Hey, Ratchet. What are you doing?”

The medic sighed, continuing to tinker with what looked like some kind of tool. “Fixing one of Bulkhead’s….accidents,” He muttered. With a sigh, he remembered the large mech smashing it while trying to reenact a fight he had, showing off to Miko. Naturally, the girl had been amazed, but it was short-lived as Ratchet, too, had witnessed that retelling.

Raf fixed his glasses. “I’m sure it was just an accident, Ratchet.”

With an eyeroll, Ratchet responded, “It was, but that doesn’t make it any less of an inconvenience, Rafael. It was quite immature of him, too.” He held it up to the light to observe a small detail of the frame.

“Oh…I see.”

“Thank the Allspark it’s not one of my more important tools,” he murmured, mostly to himself. Ratchet put it down for a moment to check on the progress of the rest of the team’s expedition.

He pushed the comm button. “Optimus, come in. Have you found anything? Is everyone okay?”

“Negative, Ratchet. There is nothing left in these caves,” he reported, a faint note of disappointment in his tone. “Though, everyone is fine. We require a bridge.”

“Understood.”

Ratchet tapped a few more buttons to lock onto their coordinates and pulled the lever, activating the groundbridge. Miko and Jack broke off their conversation and joined Raf to stand by Ratchet, waiting for their guardians’ returns.

Sure enough, after a moment, the team came through the portal with a swishing noise, Optimus the last one through. While the three kids gravitated to their partners, Optimus merely stood at the bridge. He remained for a moment, passing his gaze over his team.

Then, without a word, he turned and headed down the halls—to his room.

“Did you really think….” Arcee trailed off her snide remark at Jack as she heard Optimus’s heavy footsteps go past everyone and down the hall. She and Jack exchanged looks as everyone else, also, noticed this.

After a short spell of silence, Miko finally spoke up.

“Is he mad or something? Cuz I mean, geez—he didn’t even say hello.” She folded her arms.

“No, Miko,” Ratchet responded, sounding a little exasperated. “What could he be angry over, if he were?” More silence followed his words. It was not often Optimus actually showed what he was feeling like this.

Everyone was therefore concerned.

“Do you think…he might be, like, really disappointed about not finding anything in the caves, then?” Jack asked, drifting from Arcee to the groundbridge area. “I mean, from what he’s been saying, you guys really needed that energon…”

“He could just be tired, too,” Raf chimed in. The bots thought for a moment.

Bumblebee shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. ‘I just hope he’s okay…’

Ratchet set his tools aside and headed for the hall. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said. The humans and bots exchanged glances, then nodded.

///

“So!” Ratchet huffed frustratedly, emerging from the halls. “He won’t open the door, and will not talk to me, either!” He threw his hands in the air with a noise of exasperation, trudging back to his station.

Rafael nudged Miko, who had her headphones in. Jack stood up and began down the stairs.

“I guess something is wrong,” Arcee murmured, folding her arms. She caught sight of Jack, regarding her companion with an inquisitive gaze.

“Jack?”

“I’ll talk to him.” He heard his own determined voice, then touched the back of his head with an awkward laugh. “I’ll—I’ll try, I mean…”

“Good luck,” Ratchet muttered bitterly, not taking his eyes off his current repair project. “If he even has the courtesy to acknowledge you at all.” Jack flashed a thumbs up.

He uneasily began to wonder what could have put Optimus so out of sorts that he wouldn’t even speak to Ratchet. It was also rare for Optimus to do this kind of thing, apparently.

Something told Jack it wasn’t just about the energon…but he still wanted to find out for himself.

“Later, Jack!” Raf called, scampering down the steps. Miko followed, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. She waved.

“Yeah, we’re gonna go home now, but you better text us later, kay?” Bulkhead and Bumblebee then transformed, and the two kids hopped in. Ratchet, remembering he had to bridge them out, audibly sighed, slumping over.

“For the love of Primus, am I able to get any work done around here without constantly being interrupted?!”

That’s my cue to leave, Jack thought. He quickly hurried down the halls, not wanting to be the next victim of Ratchet’s frustration. He knew the medic only meant well, and that his work was important to him.

Still, he internally wished Ratchet had more patience. Even if he didn’t scare Jack, it was still unpleasant to be around the old bot when he was not in a good mood.

Speaking of which….

Jack came upon Optimus’s berth room, which was closed. He sucked in a breath, raising his arm to knock. Hesitation pulled his arm back after a second.

What if he is just resting? I’d be pretty ticked if someone interrupted my long nap…

A memory of Miko pushing him off the couch as a prank resurfaced. He remembered feeling frustrated more than anything else. Of course, she’d apologized, but that wasn’t really going to give him back those precious minutes of sleep.

He rolled his eyes. “What can you expect when you’re friends with Miko Nakadai, right?” He murmured, raising his arm again. But for the sake of satisfying my own curiosities, at least—

“Hey, Optimus?” Jack called, knocking lightly. When he received no response for a few minutes, he sighed and knocked again—this time, a bit louder. “Optimus!! Are you okay in there?”

There was a rustling noise from behind the door, but still no response. Jack decided to stop knocking. He put his back against the metal and slid to the floor. Maybe simply talking it out would help.

“You know, everyone’s kinda worried about you…” He sighed again, laughing a little. “Oh, and Ratchet’s kinda mad you didn’t even acknowledge him. So…you’re probably gonna have to apologize for that later…”

The boy bowed his head a little. It was possible Optimus wanted to be left alone right now. Coming to bother him might have been a mistake. Jack began to think up other ways he and the others could figure out—

“Jack.”

Optimus spoke at last, his voice sounding calm—completely level, actually. Instantly, the teen sprang to his feet and answered.

“Optimus! Ok, good. You’re alive, then,” he joked. When the Prime didn’t respond to his jest—naturally—Jack shook his head and chuckled quietly. “It’s ok, I was joking. Anyway—do you….wanna talk? Is everything ok? You seemed kind of sad when you came through the bridge…and you didn’t even tell us how it went…”

Didn’t tell us anything, actually, but I’ll leave that part out. I’m sure Optimus doesn’t want to be guilted for stuff at the moment.

There was another noise—it sounded a little more desperate before it abruptly came to a stop. Then, the Autobot leader’s hefty footsteps began to approach the door. Jack backed away, glad that his efforts seemed to have paid off. The large metal sheet slid upwards, revealing Optimus’ huge figure.

His face was completely expressionless, but he mustered a somewhat warm look when he gazed at Jack.

Well, at least Optimus said something and…opened his door, Jack consoled himself mentally. Even though I still don’t know what’s bothering him. Guess we’ll just have to wait for him to tell us…

“I will go apologize to Ratchet. It was not my intention to offend him…” He started out the door and down the hall. Then, he paused to face Jack for a moment as he added, “And my apologies also to you, I did not mean to worry anyone. Thank you for coming to get me.”

“Oh—no, don’t worry about that, Optimus. It’s fine.”

The Prime nodded briefly, saying nothing more. Jack watched him go. Now, he was even more confused than before.

So why were you acting weird when you got back to base?

By coincidence, his gaze happened to wander to Optimus’ open berth room. Jack had the sudden realization that he’d never seen Optimus’s berthroom before. Actually, he hadn’t seen any of the bots’ rooms since he’d known about their base.

He left the door open, it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look…I think?

Quietly, he padded inside. Taking a moment to look around, Jack noted that it was quite a huge space—way bigger than he’d expected from the size of the door.

It was also very….bare.

No posters, furnishings, or anything other than the walls, his berth, and a small shelf. On that shelf, there was nothing except for some mystery object shoved in the corner, covered by an old blue cloth.

“Exactly what you’d expect from a guy like Optimus,” Jack remarked to himself. He sighed and began to walk away, when suddenly a noise snapped his attention back around.

Back to the shelf.

Back to the blue cloth.

A noise that had come from….

“What is that thing?” Jack murmured to himself as he drew close to it again.

He jumped back as it vibrated and briefly glowed a bright blue. It seemed to come back to life as a steady humming filled the air of the room. The teen came to a halt right in front of the shelf, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at it, curious and confused.

Was he trying to hide this? Jack wanted even more to know what it did—what it was.

And while he stared at it, the object beneath the cloth made another noise.

“Roadwork ahead?? Uh, YEAH, I sure hope it does!”

For a moment, Jack stood immobile. Then, he burst into laughter.

Optimus was watching vines….he was watching vines….Optimus Prime was watching vines.

He suddenly remembered what had happened to his mom when she watched vine for the first time. For at least two long, painful weeks, the only things she said were vine quotes—in a failed attempt to be funny.

Optimus was watching….vines….oh no.

Jack turned on his heel and sprinted down the halls.

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P-please talk about your Rito OC, please... ramble without any context, please... I have one too... please make me feel less alone...

Ok ok let me just *unloads all of Illeka’s super angsty self-indulgent backstory*

I technically have two backstories, one for botw that I’m gonna use for my fic Where Time Takes Us, and another I use for my dnd campaign. My dnd one is more fleshed out (thanks to my amazing GM) so I’ll probably just share that one.

Warning for super duper long post that is barely coherent and I haven’t checked for typos and also rip to ADHD folks because I have no pictures to ease your brain with. Anyhow prepare for like thousands of words worth of rambles this is not edited at all

This is just a copy paste of the random incoherent shit I sent to my poor DM. Anyhow, I technically have 3 ocs here, but Illeka is the one I play

A weird Rito, that one is. I hear they’ve only cried at birth...

- Illeka was born on the Day of Living Fire, its a celebration of the dead essentially, where you mourn and remember your loved ones and ancestors and all that. It’s superstition to be *born* on this day, because your life/creation takes away from the day that’s supposed to honor the dead, and some people on birb island believe these things, that if you let the kid live it’s a curse. But most people are like no wtf you boomers it’s fine there’s no such thing you crazy old people are weird, which to be fair is kinda true.

- When Talako is around 6, his single mom dies. He’s adopted by a new family, Kala (also around 6 years old) and her parents.

- Illeka meets Talako after he kinda follows her around, because he’s an innocent cinnamon bun that admires Illeka’s calm and stoic demeanor after they help him with some bullies. Through this, Talako, Illeka, and Kala all become best friends.

- The events in Illeka’s life aren’t really helping their whole curse case. Every bad event, from their dad getting injured and having the slightest limp, to their brother, Zekk nearly setting himself on fire— it’s all a supposed punishment for not killing them when they were bored. But at this point most people brush it off as coincidence, besides, nothing THAT bad has happened yet.

- the trio of friends grow strong, becoming some of the best in their arts on the island. And their relationship is seemingly adorable. The serious ~~cursed~~ one, the optimistic sunshine one, and the sarcastic firey one. Prides of their village, set to protect their people from harm.

- Illeka is the best in the village when it comes to physical fights. Trusty halberd, and a keen shot with a bow, they’ve never lost a sparring match on that front. Their personality is offputting to some, there’s a rumour that they’ve never cried. The easiest of jokes, and the vilest of insults don’t spark much reaction from them— except in the presence and topic of their family, Kala, and Talako. But otherwise, the story goes that the cursed kid doesn’t have a soul, and hence, no morality or emotions.

- When they train with Talako and Kala, they never back down, if only out of respect, Illeka wouldn’t want to embarrass them with pity. Talako always laughs at his inevitable defeat, though he tries nonetheless. He promises that one day he’ll be strong enough to beat them.

- Talako is a pleasant soul, but has an nack for adventure and a hint of chaos. He prefers to dual wield daggers, and on occasion a short sword or two. He’s great with the blade, loves the thrill of the fight, but is more skilled with cooking and physical healing and remedies. He’s always the one encouraging fun celebratory hang outs at the tavern, with his two closest friends after a day of guarding the village. Kala always sides with him, and Illeka typical gives in after at least putting on a show of reluctance. He humble and happy and loved by most of the village, if only things would last

- Kala is of wit and cunning, she’s typically the first to speak. She’s headstrong and not afraid to insult whoever she displeases, and a bit too arrogant in her abilities. She laughs at all of Talako’s jokes, if perhaps only to spite Illeka’s groans. She’s also the most strategic of her friends, being the “one with a plan” in battle. While she’s a decent wield of two khopesh, Kala’s mostly gifted with magic. She’s got a knack for conjuring, though is well researched in other types as well. Illeka and her are an even match, with decent win ratios on either end. Illeka doesn’t take it that personally, they suck/hate magic after all. Kala’s a bit more competitive tho.. While her power in magic is certainly the best on all of the island, she can’t help but feel salty/jealous for always being overshadowed by Illeka’s feats, since the people prefer/understand the physical over the magic.

- Oh, and she was born on day after the Day of Living Fire, according to her parents. How lucky.

- In a sense, they’re all a bit of an outcast. Kala the fiery independent one, a bit sidecasted for prefering magic over steel. Talako the weird orphan, for being a chirpy, happy boi, which is a bit annoying for some. And Illeka…well lets just say their situation isn’t going to be improving

- One year, Illeka’s family is expecting more kids, twin sisters at that! It’s the most excited anyone’s ever seen Illeka, thought perhaps that’s not the right word… They’ve still got their usual demeanor, but they did spend nearly a week crocheting little baby hats and tunics and scarves. They threatened to kill their brother if they told anyone, although Zekk was allowed to let it slip to Tal and Kala

- [They are absurdly good at crochet btw. They never do it anymore to try and maintain their “reputation,” but their family will never forget the time they crafted matching blankets and hats to win a little competition in their home town.]

- Then the Day of Living Fire arrives for that year. Theres a little celebration for Illeka’s birthday, before moving on to other activities.

- The twins die that night.

- The village was in a bit of shock…and rumours grow considering the timing of it. The mysterious circumstance of it…well it does turn the heads of even some of the less-superstitious. The rumours, the death, the silent thought that perhaps that cursed bird caused some babies’ death, Illeka endured it.

- Years later would it get worse.

- Illeka is still publically respected at this point, weird rumours sure, but try telling that to the edge of her halberd. Their mother had made the twin’s shrine, but they say Illeka didn’t visit that often. Talako was always by their side, trying to help them, which was always appreciated, even when they tried to hide it.

- Kala was busy in the library these days.

- Zekk had started a family by now, a little baby birb named Mili hatched into the world. Illeka would often steal her away for little cuddles when they (thought) no one was looking. Zekk would jest that they had to fight for the right to hold his own kid. Kala would also occasionally tease them about it, though Tal was mostly happy to see them in better spirits

- Then, another Day of Living Fire.

- Talako and Illeka were usually on guard duty together, the northern patrol by the village edge. But tal was still a bit worried about his friend’s state of mind, he’s not sure he’d even seen them mourn. He pushes for Illeka to take the day off, it’s technically their birthday after all, plus they can pay their respected at the shrines and attend the festivities and do the ceremonies and all that. Illeka denies it, brushing it off like they always do.

- Soon, their nightly patrol begins, and Illeka is about to set off to met up with Talako, but Kala intercepts. She has a talk with them, similar to that of Talako’s, but with…more well crafted and laced words. It’s nearly the same message that Talako tried to tell them, “It’ll be healthy for you, visit the shrines, be with your family, maybe brush off some rumours in the process.” Illeka nearly denies again, joking that Talako would get afraid of the dark if they didn’t show up. But Kala interjects, stating that she’s already made plans to take the patrol that nigth with Tal. Trusting their friends to be safe in each others care, Illeka relents and takes the day off.

- …yeah. so

- perhaps you can see where this is going.

- Kala’s jealousy had been growing over the years. Not only was she being shadowed by Illeka and their non magic ways, but it was irritating even more that all the talk about magic in the town was not of her exceptional abilties, but of stupid rumours and non-existent evil curses. If the people wanted show, she’d give them a show

- This mindset made her spars with Illeka a bit more personal as of late, getting it in her head that she needed to get stronger, strong enough to best Illeka with ease. Strong enough so that there would be no question who was the best warrior on the island, magic, bows, halberds, or no.

- The library had many forgotten books that she had been studying. Conjuring, rituals, illusions, necromancy. It was all…beautiful. Kala soaked in every word, sometimes berating the bookkeeper offhandedly for not keeping them in the best condition

- In her research she eventually found a beast. A..thing, a demon? A monster, the specifics weren’t there, but the gist of it was, if you had the courage to summon it, it would grant you the knowledge for attaining anything you desired. All it asked in return was…to eat some people.

- But not just any people mind you! Supposedly the ritual only worked for the people with the greatest of ambitions, willing to sacrifice the lives of people they might care about. The sacrifices had to be of someone with great trust and bond with the person.

- Kala’s parents disappeared that day, a few feathers laid about, but there was no blood.

- Near the northern border, by a open field, a weird circle dripped the grass red

- Talako waited by the village edge, ready to fly off with their patrol partner when they arrived. When Kala greeted him, he was a bit surprised, but happy when she explained that Illeka had gone off back to town.

- Indeed Illeka was with their family now, as the sun started to set. Occasionally, a passerby would give them a weird glance before walking swiftly away.

- Somewhere in the northern border, a warrior is knocked unconcious, and dragged upon a blood red pattern

- Illeka is by her sisters’ shrine. For the sliver of a moment, they contemplate crying.

- Then an explosion is heard off in the distance

- Talako was wide awake at this point, although his wings being pinned to his sides wasn’t that helpful considering there was a giant, *giant* dark monster in front of him.

- Kala lets off a final remark, saying it was for his own good. The death would be swifter if he didn’t squirm.

- He whipped back at her, glaring with a fire she hasn’t seen before. He calls her a coward for tricking Illeka, a coward for kill their parents, a coward for not even giving him the decency to fight for his life.

- She nearly smiles at the last remark. “Fine.” She tosses him his blades. “You were never much of a warrior anyway.”

- Illeka was flying towards the booming sound at full speed, nearly knocking over their family and other mourning, people in the process. A few others had tried to slow them down, claiming they should suit of better first, before confronting whatever had been the source of the explosion. Illeka didn’t listen.

- They barely had time to grab a weapon, before approaching the northern border. After gracing the crests of the hill tops, they finally saw it. A giant demonic beast, snapping it’s jaws against a flying dash of black feathers, Talako.

- Illeka called out to him, nearly dashing off into the air again, but they stopped when they spotted Kala, standing idlely by next to her.

- Before they could even speak, before they could even question why she was acting so nonchalantly while their best friend was fighting for their life against an evil monstrosity, Kala shook her head and spoke. “You always have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” She struck a magic blow and Illeka, square in the chest.

- It knocked them to the ground, but they got up, setting their halberd and pointing it at them.

- Then insert some dramatic scene where Kala is like “you’re so selfish, hogging all the attention, thinking you’re better than me, but today I’m gonna finally best you mwahaha” and Illeka is like “wtf why did you do this? I thought we were friends? I trusted you?? the fuck? also talako is our friend!!?” and then its “yeah thats right I manipulated your stupid feelings to gain the upperhand. you’re super pathetic honestly for falling for it. anyhow yeah talako will probably die, i tried to give him the luxary of a swift death but he wouldn’t listen, so now he’s probably gonna get brutally slayed lol” and illeka is all “I’ll kill you” and kala is “no u. This whole thing is gonna give me so much power no ones gonna question me again” and then they fight each other

- The duel is nearly a draw, Kala’s magical ability is certainly is certainly stronger, but she’s not as all powerful without that knowledge from the demon monster guy that needs to eat his meal. Illeka is fighting with all theyve got, but all they brought was a halberd, but they are very fueled by rage and spite so it’s still an even match. Illeka eventually lands a blow that’s got Kala bleeding severely, but Kala pretty much almost kills them with a direct attack. Kala’s too weak to finish the job, plus those other guards have finally started to fly and approach in the distance, so she flys off. Illeka finally slips into unconsciousness.

- When they wake up, it’s almost sunrise. Their mom is shaking them awake, part of the party that was investigating the explosion that summoned the beast. Illeka bolts up, they’re still in the field were they had fought Kala, but she and the beast are no where to be seen.

- They run off, trying to find Talako, and ho boy do they find him alright. His body is crumpled by some rocks, his wing nearly ripped clean off, theres so much blood, even a warrior like Illeka can hardly bare it. Some small bit of hope in their head thinks that he might still be alive, and they listen to his chest to see if he’s still breathing.

- His eyes flicker once at Illeka, his chest rises, then falls for the last time.

- Illeka cries.

- Then, still pretty wounded and tired, they collapse again

- The days following are living hell. Kala hasn’t been found, and their her parent’s [bodies]. The rumours are creeping as ever, at the coincidence of Illeka and this disaster. They spend nearly a weak in bed at home, recovering physically, thought probably not mentally.

- As soon as they’ve fully recovered, Illeka’s mind is set. They are going to leave, no more warrior/village protection for them. They’re going to travel far off, train and hone their skills in combat, and find and kill Kala.

- Their family is opposed to this at first, but in the end nothing they say changes Illeka’s mind.

- In a sense, there was another, unspoken reason Illeka was leaving the islands. They didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

- Hell, the rhetoric is even stronger down the line, concerning the fate of poor Mili. Illeka has given in and accepted it, they are cursed to cause pain to the people they care about. [It’s basically that trope of the character isn’t actually cursed but they believe they’re cursed] Illeka will stay away, and go it alone for as long as they can. Then once the deed is done, once they draw Kala’s corpse across the mud, they’ll probably fly off somewhere far to die, before anyone else gets hurt. It’s probably best for their family never to see them again.

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Wow you did it, you made it through the super angsty self-indulgent backstory congrats. Illeka is my lil baby and I love them and I’ve gonna send them on a revenge quest and then they were gonna have a cool character arc probably about learning to grieve and have self worth and all that and to actually allow themselves to show emotions for once in their lives. That’s the general plan I had in my head anyhow

But you know what my dm thought?

They were like how about mORE ANGSt

Fucking shit you not, session three of the campaign, I’m heading back to birb island because of circumstances, and I’m getting supplies from my blacksmith dad and showing off this sword that says “fuck” a lot that I got from a dungeon that took a selkie’s soul which they gave up willingly in exchange for fire hair...long story

but THEN I meet up with my bro Zekk and it’s like “wassup bro just passing through” but then I find out that Talako’s shrine thing was DESTORYED by some unknown entity and that’s very not good because spirituality and all that

and also I find Mili and they’re a cute lil toddler birb now aww it’s so great hope nothing happens to them because I sure do have enough emotional traume to burden right now. anyhow due to CIRCUMSTANCES our only lead to the thing that destroyed Talako’s shrine is 1) a delinquent named Chesio [that our party nicknamed cherrio because the GM misspelled it the first time i think] who apparently was Talako’s shitty cousin and his only living relative who could build his shrine and 2) the destruction of the shrine lines up with a period of time where Mili went missing but its ok she came back so her parents were like “chill we gucci”

Our party decides we should go down the Mili lead [because I accidentally knocked Cherrio i mean Chesio to near death with a crit roll with my halberd so they’re in the infirmary now but it’s really not my fault that they triggered my emotional trauma by mentioning how I keep running away from grief and never staying around to confront it it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiine] so we stop by Zekk’s house and we’re like “hey so remember when you disappeared for like a week where did you go, and then mili was like “oh it’s in this cavern that no one knows about and I can’t really give you the directions but I can lead you there if you take me with you” in which I then glare at the GM for this obvious attempt to force us to take Mili with us to put her in danger and apparently I was the ONLY one who cared about this because everyone else in the party was ready to adopt this birb child, and Zekk was like “sure take the kiddy harness” so here I am, watching my niece run around in a kiddy harness that’s also attached to me, while my Chaotic neutral party someone gets grilled cheese sandwiches in the background

Badabing, badaboom, we come to some crystal caverns. while I, being one of the only members of the party with morals other than one chaotic good dragonborn, am watching the selkie, halfoot, and elf girl steal a bunch of crystals, Mili fucking DISAPPEARS the fucking KIDDY HARNESS fucking NOT GOOD she FCUKING SLIPPED OUT AND SHES GONE AND IM FREAKING OUT

after about an hour or two of searching through the deeper parts of the cavern and tunnel and also fighting a minotaur and discovering an abandoned arena and a cleric, long story. We find Mili fucking laying on A NECROMANCER’S RITUAL CIRCLE WHAT THE FU-

I pull a “I don’t hesitate bitch” on the hooded dude that’s hovering and chanting shit. He’s dead, it’s all swell. Saved the day, the evil’s dead. Mili’s fine she can go back to being a cute lil baby who loves shiny rocks and-

oh wAIT actually Mili is still transformed into a demonic monster and the necromancer dude was actually in the middle of completing a ritual to bring her back to life after he killed her a few times

So turns out, necromancer dead dude was hired by a mysterious someone, to steal something from Talako’s shrine, and to destroy any evidence. Turns out, his methodology for doing so was to kidnap some birb kid who had the misfortune of wander too close, killing them, turning them into some demonic monster that does their bidding, using that monster to steal and ruin some shit, and then when the day’s done he turns them back like nothing happened. Sure do wish he was alive to redo that last part

I’m freaking out, the party’s freaking out, that sword from earlier is cursing to high heaven for no apparent reason. Cleric unhelpfully remarks how it was a bad idea that we impulsively killed the evil dude bro, yes wow thank you for the help

Eventually everything’s fine. After a few round of shouting “NO ONE TOUCH MY FUCKING NIECE OR YOU DIE” after said demonic niece is kinda mindlessly attacking everyone, we eventually do some good ol blunt force trauma and a bit of magic and BOOM. Mili’s back. Although they do have permanent black ritual markings on them but its fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinee (its not)

We find a note on necromancer dude bro that his employer was from another island, so that’s a lead yay Find Out Next SessionTM but at this point I really don’t care as I’ve already started tying Mili to my chest and walking back to the village

I go back to Zekk’s house, hand off Mili, explain everything that happened, give a super heart feel apology about how I pretty much killed Mili (even though I really didn’t but also as we all know Illeka is an angsty birb who’s steadfast in the idea that their existence hurts everyone they love so yay <3) and then I leave as fast as I can before anyone can protest sure was nice visiting my family after i’ve been away for a few months sure am glad that my inner thoughts about staying away weren’t justified whatsoever hmmmmmm

A session or two passes. We try to assassinate and elf’s evil parents and fail, we get into a Fake Dating Being Someone’s Children Au with a dragon. The selkie keeps trying to date everyone, even thought they’re already married to a necromancer princess and a boat (long story) and inbetween we head to that island that note i got was talking about and turns out it was to a place where all your inner demons and anxieties manifest into reality and taunt you, until youre slowly broken down to the point where the evil dictator on the island can “magic” away your problems with puppet strings. fun for the whole family!

Anyways, after our party fights out evil neon-blue clones, I get a lead from dictator dude that the employer I’m looking for is a Rito that’s good with magic, and was last seen headed east, in the same direction we just came from. fun.a

So I’m kinda low on leads, other than the fact that theres a magic school in the east, but in between we have to deal with the fact that husboat (again, the boat that is married to the selkie who is also our entire party’s form of transportation across the ocean. wait a sec did I mention that we weren’t in Hyrule? We’re not in Hyrule, this is a flooded land with a bunch of islands. Think wind waker) was being chased by pirates. also these pirates were the ones that raised the selkie, and also they kinda also slaughtered an entire island of halffoots in their time with the pirates, and also that island was the one that the halffoot in our party grew up in. So basically that’s some cool tension and drama. Anyhow, back to moi

One talk about how “no we cannot kidnap aNOTHER priest” to the selkie and elf later... magic school! Magic school is pretentious and I hate it. Everythings glowy, they don’t allow you to fly over the gates. There’s puffy noble middle aged men and children in bedazzled cloaks. There’s magic in the air and I swear I would choke and die on the glitter and rainbows of it all.

Half the party is off getting into cloak fashion, I head off with my dragonborn friend Ness because highfive! We’re the only one’s with morals in this party! Morality pals! (This is saying something considering I am true neutral and she’s chaotic good but we might as well be clerics in this party...)

My morality pal and I and hanging around, then we catch word that there’s this transfer student that no one has seen in a while and “oh I wonder where she could be” and all that jazz from other students. Mortality pals are like “ok let’s go look for her” so we drag the rest of the party off of their larceny spree and look around.

Eventually, after I spot a tattered cloak roaming the halls that matches the description of the gossip, we find the transfer student.

TURNS OUT (unsurprisingly honestly given the way the dm framed stuff) this transfer student is someone I know. She’s standing there, in the middle of the room, preparing to do some ritual or something. She’s standing there, my life purpose, my one and only goal, literally the only reason I’m still going in life, my arch nemesis, my target, my mortal fucking enemy. It’s Kala.

Ness sees a demon dog in the background and says hi, ruining our element of surprise, but to be fair, she doesn’t know it’s Kala.

Kala whips around from her table thing. We make eye contact. Her face suddenly shift from confusion to surprise to bewilderment to shock to happiness.

Happiness.

“Illeka I thought you were dead!” Kala runs towards me, but I’m too shocked to move.

She’s smiling. It’s not sadistic, it’s not...harmful, it’s just genuine joy. For a moment I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

Kala hugs me for a long moment, before letting go. “So how did you survive?”

...

In my head I’m thinking, “oh you fuck face”

THE. AUDACITY. OF. THIS. BITCH.

“HOWD I SURVIVE” UH NO THANKS TO YOU FOR ALMOST KILLING ME FOR YOUR STUPID RITUAL WHATEVER THAT KILLED TALAKO WTFFF

ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO PULL THE SAME TRICK AGAIN??? GONNA PRETEND TO BE ALL SENTIMENTAL AND NICE JUST TO TRY AND KILL ME LATER ON? HA OK OK

how about instead, I do the one good thing, the one worthwhile thing I can do in my entire life...just one simple course of action that might hope to make up for the mountain of regret that is my entire existence.

I am finally going to kill you.

Kala’s staring at me, eyes curious, head tilted as if all she ever did was ask what I had for brunch.

I blink once, and my neutral expression, faintly coated with shock morphs into determination.

I roll for initiative.

- - - - - -

It’s 1am.

So have a cliffhanger, kinda.

If anyone bothers to read this far, congrats! Your reward is me being lazy. I’ll tell you what happened sometime tomorrow if anyone really wants to know :P Long story short, it doesn’t end how I, and therefore probably you, would except.

#haha brain go- shamelessly talk about Illeka for 3 thousand words #i actually dont know the word count i didnt check i think it's 4k??#the thing i copy pasted is like 2k and the campaign stuff i added is....idk #not botw kinda #rito oc #kinda #dnd #kip talks for too long #i'd write this better but its 1am #good luck if you can actually read this

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Prisoner of Night and Fog

Author: Anne Blankman

First published: 2014

Pages: 432

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 5 days

Though the first part seemed aimed at younger readers and I was ready to plough through many YA clichés, this is, in fact, a really well-written, solid historical fiction. Anne Blankman has certainly done her homework and her fictional character of Gretchen Müller, her sadistic and unpredictable brother and her seemingly weak mother are woven so seamlessly among the real historical characters I actually stopped reading at one point to look them up (and confirm they are indeed fictional). True, the inevitable romance was... well... inevitable from the first chapter and personally, I thought more time and character development would have made our heroine´s journey even more interesting and suspenseful. However, the moments which are meant to be disturbing ARE disturbing, the points meant to be creepy ARE creepy and I also very much appreciate the considerable historical accuracy backing the whole plot. Also, the fact that this takes place quite a long time before WW2, merely hinting at what is to come, rather than presenting the most overused - and overwritten - conflict and horror of the past century. Definitely a book more readers should try if they are at all interested in historical fiction that is written well.

A Supernatural War: Magic, Divination, and Faith During the First World War

Author: Owen Davies

First published: 2019

Pages: 304

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 10 days

Fascinating in focus and yet very tight and even sparing in style, this is a very interesting book that serves well to provide yet another piece to the puzzle of the social history of the First World War. My only major critique would be this: certain parts felt like encyclopedic entries which left one "hanging" - wanting more information but either there isn´t any or the author has decided not to include it. The author himself, too, acknowledges that white Christians were far from being the only ones entangled in the fighting and does mention beliefs and superstitions of other nationalities and faiths, but half a chapter does not do them justice. In other words, this study could have - and should have - been longer, because it calls to us through the ages with everything that is human, naive, fragile and hopeful.

To Be Taught, If Fortunate

Author: Becky Chambers

First published: 2019

Pages: 135

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 2 days

This was both beautiful and rather depressing. Becky Chambers has impressed me before and she has managed to do it again - on 135 pages of this novella. Her talent as a writer, her imagination and her sensitive treatment of the human psyche is undisputable.

Death of a Romanov Prince

Author: Terry Bolland, Arturo E Beéche

First published: 2018

Pages: 240

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

How long did it take: 2 days

Unfortunately, this book was a huge letdown. The Konstantinovichi branch of the Romanov family have always had a special place in my heart and I jump at every piece of literature that concerns them - there are few in the West! Arguably Prince Oleg was the most promising of the last "imperial" generation and I definitely appreciate that somebody tried to bring attention to him. Sadly, this publication suffers from the same weaknesses as any of the books published and edited by Arturo E Beéche: A great number of typos and mistakes within the text. Amateurish formating. Sometimes the original photographs were very small and they are so enlarged you cannot see anything since they are very pixelated. Information and quotes are repeated numerous times. But those technical things could be forgiven if the text had value. I am sad to say that there is very little new information - on the contrary, the book takes such a broad scope to cover various relations and palaces (without providing pictures of what is being described) that it has no time to go in-depth at all. Case in point: there is not a single reference to the homosexual tendencies of Oleg´s father and uncle, even though their sexuality greatly affected their lives. The book spends time listing German and Russian and Greek relatives and mentions Oleg´s intelligence and good character but nowhere does it present any evidence of it. This is not an insightful biography I had hoped for. It is an encyclopedic, sterile and confusingly put together attempt at.... what exactly? I don´t even know. A great opportunity wasted.

The Good Bee: A Celebration of Bees – And How to Save Them

Author: Alison Benjamin, Brian McCallum

First published: 2019

Pages: 192

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

How long did it take: 4 days

I very much appreciate the intent with which this little book was written and it certainly holds some fascinating information and helpful tips. At the same time, the text does not flow too well and reminds one more of a textbook rather than something that would truly inspire one to take up bee-keeping. I suppose I just wanted something else out of it than what it gave..

Hesse: A Princely German Collection

Edited by: Penelope Hunter-Stiebel

First published: 2005

Pages: 287

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 2 days

A well-put together catalogue, introducing just the right amount of information and full of beautiful, high-quality photographs.

The Forsyte Saga

Author: John Galsworthy

First published: 1921

Pages: 752

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 7 days

See my full review HERE

Girls of Paper and Fire

Author: Natasha Ngan

First published: 2018

Pages: 384

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 6 days

I liked the possibilities and the setting more than the final execution and plot. Other than that I just feel like I am too old for this kind of books. So maybe the problem here is me, really.

Lucia: A Venetian Life in the Age of Napoleon

Author: Andrea di Robiland

First published: 2008

Pages: 384

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 3 days

I have learned long ago that I am most open to gaining new knowledge through the stories of individual women. By looking through the eyes of Lucia I have finally understood the mess which was Northern Italy before, during and after Napoleonic times and I got introduced to an interesting lady. Definitely a win for me.

Pohorská vesnice

Author: Božena Němcová

First published: 1855

Pages: 181

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 4 days

Když jsem se konečně přenesla přes nářečí i slovenštinu, když jsem přestala kroutit očima nad tím, že celý příběh je o nedostatku komunikace, dokázala jsem ocenit krásný obraz českého venkova, jak jej Božena Němcová zachytila. A konec mne dojal oproti všemu očekávání.

Hitler's Hangman: The Life Of Heydrich

Author: Robert Gerwarth

First published: 2011

Pages: 433

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 5 days

Perhaps not the most exhaustive, but still very informative biography of one of the worst humans ever. The terrifying thing about him was especially the fact that he was so average and unremarkable in every single thing - and then he rode the storm and changed to always be on top. The author´s style is very readable and he manages to strike the chord between the academic and more personal tone well.

The Wife Upstairs

Author: Rachel Hawkins

First published: 2021

Pages: 290

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 2 days

I am not big into thrillers but this got me sold on "Jane Eyre inspired". It was quite good, though this type of writing does not make me crazy.

Conspiracy of Blood and Smoke

Author: Anne Blankman

First published: 2015

Pages: 416

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 3 days

A sequel to Prisoner of Night and Fog, this was solid, unfortunately it was not as good as its predecessor. The first book is about a girl waking up to the world, finding cracks in what she has been taught all her life. It is about her deciding to think for herself and how this affects her life and relationships. And since it is pre-Nazi Germany, these changes in her thinking are very dangerous. This second book, on the other hand, is primarily a detective story without a pay-off, and way too many things are spoon-fed to the reader or feel convenient. I also felt that most of the book followed a theme of "we know where to find information - we go get it - Nazis get there at the same time - we somehow manage to escape." On the other hand, if something did work, it was the romance. Passionate, devoted and loyal, and yet mature and believable.

The Empress of Salt and Fortune

Author: Nghi Vo

First published: 2020

Pages: 121

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Lovely and breathing of history and legends. Modest in length, rich in the story.

The Library of the Unwritten

Author: A.J. Hackwith

First published: 2019

Pages: 440

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 8 days

First of all, as an author who is yet to finish any of her projects, I felt RUDELY called out by this book! Second of all, this is an absolute blast. An adventure with a heart, characters you cannot help but care for and so, so witty and clever in using mythology and even Biblical stories. Brilliant work!

Mansfield Park

Author: Jane Austen

First published: 1814

Pages: 584

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 3 days

I suspect that my enjoyment of Jane Austen novels usually comes with how interesting her heroines are. And so when I was given Fanny Price, who for the first 200 pages merely breathes and observes, I was almost less than excited. But once I was willing to understand Fanny was not there to amuse me, she was there to provide a comfortable, quiet place among the bustle of feelings and happenings of others, who only later recognize how much she herself was interwoven into their lives. Mansfield Park does not have the wit and comedy of Emma or Pride and Prejudice but stands on the ground as solid as Sense and Sensibility. It was slow and perhaps even a bit too long, but I enjoyed it a lot.

#booklr #wrap up #March 2021 #trying to come up with some new format for these #no ideas so far

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♡♛. 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐘 & 𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐊𝐒 — 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘

Alright, so, the very first time we meet Audrey is a very uncomfortable scene to watch, for me at least, because she’s painted at this overbearing, shallow, annoying girlfriend. But there is SO MUCH to unpack in this scene that really shows a lot about Audrey’s character and I’m very excited to dig into this. *rubs hands together like a fly* It’s long so it’s going under a cut. It’s not edited bc I never proof read anything ever, so if there’s typos I swear I’m literate ok ok

I. BEFORE THE VKS ARRIVAL

Audrey, like many others, was very not peachy keen on the VKs coming to Auradon. But when Ben spoke to her about how upset his parents were about his proclamation and she saw how upset he was, she put aside her feelings and told him to follow his heart. She wanted to be a good girlfriend despite the fact she had mad anxiety about the VKs especially Mal coming to Auradon.

So Audrey was the third to sign the petition to stop the VKs from coming, which no one really knows if it’s a real petition or not, because they don’t even know if you can petition a royal decree, but it’s still kind of messed up considering Ben’s her boyfriend and he’s going to see that.

Anyway Audrey also saw how much Ben had on his plate with the new kids coming, so she offered to help him with the welcoming committee. The ideas for the limo bringing them, snacks, the marching band, that was all her (even though she makes Doug put it together lmao).

II. THE VKS ARRIVE — AUDREY’S MASKS

This is my favorite part to dig into so here we go. Audrey is already not thrilled, but as Ben’s girlfriend she’s going to have to put on that mask. There are many instances where that mask slips and her insecurities and true feelings slip out, especially with Mal. When Ben and Mal start talking, you can see Audrey’s eyes dart back and forth to them and there’s a worried look on her face because here they are, very much having A Moment right in front of her salad and she can see that.

She’s very much threatened because hello, this girl is kind of flirting with her boyfriend and her boyfriend seems to be into it. She’s not just going to come right out and be like “Hey, um, are you flirting with my boyfriend?” Because that’s going to make her look insecure, which is what Audrey tries to cover up all the time. So she tries to put on her little polite Auradon princess smile and pretend that everything is okay.

If we’re sprinkling in some of those book influences—at this point Mal and Ben have dreamt of each other, Ben is starting to or has already fallen out of love with Audrey and I’m pretty sure that even though Audrey doesn’t know about the dreams, she can tell that things between her and Ben have changed. So she’s already insecure about her place in the relationship, especially since Ben, her boyfriend, could’ve chose, you know, literally any other villain kid besides the one whose mother tried to kill HER mother but haha coolcoolcool, she’s going to pretend it doesn’t terrify her because she wants to be a good girlfriend. But she’s still very much into Ben and is trying to hold on to something she might have already lost.

So instead of Audrey outright accusing Mal of anything, she jumps into that whole “Hey! Aren’t you Maleficent’s daughter?” speech because it’s going to put her back in the conversation and she’s kind of, in her own way, trying to appeal to Mal before shit goes down (or it could be her sneaky way of reminding Ben and Mal, hey um, this is the girl whose mother almost ruined my family, maybe DON’T flirt with her right in front of me????).

Audrey doesn’t share her feelings. She was raised to keep her mouth shut and not rock the boat. She especially can’t do that now when she’s supposed to be making an impression as Princess Audrey, girlfriend to Prince Ben. But god does her mask slip, especially when talking to Mal. You can see her real emotions start to come out as if she wants to say something but she’s remembering she can’t. Mal’s just starting to get under her skin and—

Ben claps—

—and just like that she’s back in Princess mode. She snaps like some kind of robot.

III. THE VKS ARRIVE — AUDREY BEING OBNOXIOUS & OVERBEARING

First things first, Audrey does the “annoying” things she does because

A) She’s trying to stake her claim, hi, hello Ben is her boyfriend

and

B) Hi, hello, she’s very insecure we established that.

But Audrey has a superiority inferiority complex and she knows how Ben isn’t going to put himself on a pedestal in front of the VKs so when he says, “I’m Ben” and she goes “Prince Benjamin, soon to be King!” she’s giving him the credit he won’t give himself because she’s proud of him???? And then when he introduces her as just Audrey, she’s quick to be like “Princess Audrey” and “his girlfriend” to stake that claim that hello, she is royalty and is a bad bitch, put some respect on her name and also Ben is her boyfriend, (which he wasn’t even going to mention) so, again, back off—which, doesn’t even work because immediately after that Evie is still all googly eyes over him so Audrey literally has to pull Ben back —

—as a reminder that hi, you’re still not a princess (which, from the POV of someone rooting for the VKs, it seems like a bitchy move for Audrey to point that out but she’s literally just stating facts) and Ben is still Audrey’s boyfriend.

Then he and Mal basically eye fuck each other during their introductions and banter so like, THAT’S GREAT.

Then, when Audrey puts Ben’s arm around her (another PDA moment designed to show just how “in love” they are) he immediately shrugs her off like he’s uncomfortable to be around her, in front of these new kids, which is....ouch. How is she supposed to fend off these other girls from her boyfriend when he’s...not even acting like her boyfriend? And acting like he doesn’t like her? Or doesn’t acknowledge her as his girlfriend? And has those Moments with Mal?

But she saves face.

At this point, when Ben is about to offer himself yet again to be around for the VKs, there’s no way in hell Audrey is going to be okay with that after everything that’s just happened.

1) She already feels like Ben doesn’t like her and the things he does only make her feel more like that

2) Evie’s clearly into him

3) Him and Mal have this weird ass dynamic going on (flirting, they’re flirting)

Audrey’s about to crack. You can see it in the tight lipped smile. The shifting of her weight. The look in her eyes. So instead of cracking, she shifts back into Helpful Princess Mode.

So basically, from the very first day the VKs stepped on campus, Audrey was struggling to be seen and not fade into the background. She was fighting to keep Ben. She doesn’t even say anything rude, anything bitchy, anything unwarranted. She doesn’t put them down from being from Isle. She doesn’t say shit about Carlos having chocolate all over his face. Doesn’t make fun of their clothes. If you take her comment to Mal as a genuine thing, she was trying. She’s not some bitchy mean girl, she’s an insecure girl afraid of loses everything dearest to her. Afraid of making a mistake that costs her everything.

And she loses it all anyway. All her worst fears come true. She loses Ben, loses her friends, everyone pushes her to the background and forgets about her, Maleficent shows up and tries to take over Auradon. It doesn’t matter how hard she tries because she doesn’t win anyway.

#♡♛. about — audrey #♡♛. meta #[ take a shot every time someone laughs uncomfortably in this scene i promise you you'll get fucked up ]

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beach majimako plz ty ilu!!!!

just for you, after i said “catch me never writing this”. superficial typos remain because i didn’t have time to edit asdflj

toying around with extending requests since I couldn’t work on them for almost a full day due to being sick, so stay tuned!

valentine’s day boogaloo - guidelines - ko-fi - majimako zine

“Stopfidgeting,” Makoto implored with a smile as she brushed a straystreak of sunscreen on Majima’s cheek, “No one can see anything,”

“Sure,” Majima grumbled, clearly upset, “But, what if—,”

“It’ll be fine. Just enjoy the summer day,”

Majimahuffed, glancing around the array of colorful towels, umbrellas, andswimsuits as families relaxed, played, and wandered about the beach.The sun was warm but not oppressive, the breeze brisk and refreshing,and the water clear and calm. Makotowas wearing the swimsuit they had bought together, simple and paleblue. He wore trunks and a white button down shirt, all long enoughto cover the tattoos that would ban him from so friendly a beach.Frowning at her from behind sunglasses that barely concealed hisruined eye, he sighed and flopped back on the towel.

“Fine. Ya win this round.”

“Do I?” Makoto asked, amused as she rummaged in their bag, “Tothink, Majima Goro admitting defeat so easily!”

“Oi,watch it,” Majima grunted, “Or I’m gonna start keepin’ scoreand then you’ll be in trouble!”

“WillI be, I wonder,” Makoto mused under her breath as she finally foundthe book she had brought to read. Majima made a noise that suggestedhe had heard her but ultimately the conversation ended in favor ofthe playful sounds of kids running about the beach with the undertoneof the rhythmic waves. Majimadozed. Makoto read.

Thespray of kicked sand jolted Majima awake.

Rowdy, drunk youths cackled as they passed by, carelessly kickingmore sand onto him as they went. Makoto yelped, first in shock thenin worry as Majima started coughing and heaving, curling in panic.

“Goro? Goro!” she brushed sand off his shoulders as he tore hissunglasses off and pawed at his eyes. Taking one of his wrists as herother hand dove into the bag, she started to coo as he cussed andhissed.

“Don’t scratch! Don’t scratch at it, just blink!”

“Blink,”Majima rasped, angry but not at her, “Itfuckin’ burns!!”

“Iknow,” she pulled a water bottle out and frantically twisted thecap off, “I know, I know, here—,”

Takinghis cheek to turn him to her, she frowned, watching him blinking inpanic and pain as tears rolled down his face. Pouring the water overhis eyes and trying to avoid his shirt as much as possible, Makotocontinued to coo and help him rid the sand from his face. She brushedher thumbs as gently as possible along his eyelids, taking care tonote his ruined side once he regained his sight. As she coaxed grainsof sand out of the scar tissue, he scowled.

“Fuckin’shitbags,”Majima spat to the side, “See them get away with that on a tatbeach, I fuckin’ bet they’ll be cryin’ between their ass cheeksin two seconds flat! Whereare they?!”

“No, don’t,” Makoto said quietly, “Let them be, they’ll gettheir own soon enough,”

Grumblingand cussing, Majima still scanned the beach for them, locating themnot too far away causing havoc in their own little circle.Disgruntled, he slouched asMakoto started petting sand off of other areas.

“GuessI wasn’t so different, back then,” he muttered. Makoto chuckled.

“I bet you were a terror,”

“Were?”he pinched her cheek and she playfully swatted him away.

Hehelped Makoto brush the rest of the sand off, slowly building hismood back as they idly chatted about the more innocent parts of theirpast that weren’t too dark for whatever ears could be listening.All the while, though,Majima kept his one eye constantly glancing back to the rowdy youth.Makoto noticed, but didn’tsay anything until she tapped his arm.

“Goro,that family—,”

“Yeah,”he confirmed, low. The youths had started picking at a grandmotherand her two young grandchildren, harassing and kicking apart whatevercastles the youngest was trying to build. Anyprotest was met with the reasoning that they were simply playingGojira despiteabsolutely no invitation. Majimasnarled, snatched hissunglasses back up, and gotto his feet, “Fuck that! If nobody’s gonna give ‘em their ownthen I will!”

Makotodidn’t stop him.

“Oi!One bad turn deservesanother, you punks want sand kicked in yer face?!” Majima toweredover them but they were too drunk on their own might to care.

“Huh? You got a problem, old man?” one challenged, swinging astill-full bottle of booze. The others all turned towards him, whichwas good, since it gave the grandmother a chance to pull her kidsaway from the tension.

Majima grit his teeth, wanting so very badly to escalate farther—hecould pull all the real insults from every orifice and make them crybefore he beat their faces to the dunes. But the round and scaredfaces of the grandkids behind the punks forced him to reel it in andhe swallowed. Summoning a state of mind he hadn’t had to use in avery long time, he adopted the patience of a cabaret manager.

“Listen,guys, if yer gonna cause trouble, do it somewhere else, yer ruinin’some kids’ day fer nothin’, a’ight?”

“What’samatter, can’t take a little excitement in your life?” one of theskinnier ones prodded.

Thecomment roused a chorus of nasty chuckles with compliments to thechef of such a lame insult. Majima narrowed his eye, thinking of allthe many, many, manythings he had done inthe past several years of his life just for the fuck of it only tocome out of them (surprisingly) alive—not that Makoto had to knowhalf of them, but regardless. It popped a smirk on his face.

“What’re you laughin’ at, huh?” the booze-swinger steamed. Atfirst his friends laughed but then they shied away when he, angerclearly triggered, stormed up to Majima, “Somethin’ funny toyou?!”

“Actually, I feel like cryin’,” Majima supplied calmly, “Y’allare just so sad to look at.”

“Youtryin’ to start a fight?!”

“On this beach?” Majima feigned innocence, “I would never. So,listen to yer elder and haul ass outta here if yer feelin’ likethrowin’ down,”

“Idon’t have to listen to anyone!” the youth raged, swinging thebottle wildly.

“F-Furukawa, hey, maybe—,”

“Shutit!!” Furukawacommanded, causing the only dissenting youth to flinch. Majimasniffed.

“Yer friend’s got the right idea. Blow yer steam off somewhereelse, kid.”

“Youcan’t tell me what to do, old man!!”Furukawa roared, swinging the bottle down hard. Caught off guard byhow quickly the kid snapped, Majima grunted as the bottle shatteredover his head, scraping his brow and knocking his glasses off. Hestared at where the sunglasses landed in the sand nextto the bottle’s shards,sake dripping from his harsh features. For a moment he almost wishedit was champagne again, if only because that smelled better. Raisinga calloused thumb to wipe his upper lip, he inhaled, loosening hisshoulders on the exhale. The sake soaked into his white shirt andMajima looked up.

Theeyes of everyone in front of him, from the youths to the grandmotherbehind them, widened until the whites shone in the sun. Majimadidn’t have to look down to know that his tattoo bled through thewet fabric, having hemmed and hawed over it with Makoto some hoursprior.

“C’mon,kid,” Majima said, low and dark and edging on dangerous, “Whatare ya, 21? 20?”

Theyouths huddled together behind Furukawa who was too frozen to cower.The more his tattoo bled through the more anxious they became.

“Ain’tya a little old to be pullin’ thisshit?”

Furukawa’sjaw hung open, staggered, then shut.

“Ifya don’t want a little excitement in your life…,” Majima woundhis leg back and kicked sand at the youths, “Fuckin’beat it!”

They scrambled over each other, tripping and faltering in their hasteto leave the scrutiny of the unveiled yakuza. Majima would’vewatched them go, but the faces of the family in front of him stolehis attention. What must he have looked like? Hiding a tattoo wasterror for the grandma, but for the kids? They couldn’t stopstaring at the hole in his face. Frozen and awkward, he gulped andgave a little bow, earning a flinch from the grandmother. Shit.

“Goro!” Makoto called. Turning on his heel to see herrunning, Majima called back.

“Wait, don’t, don’t! There’s—,”

An ear-splitting shriek left Majima’s throat as he stepped on theshards of glass he was trying to warn her about. Hopping erraticallyon one foot, he attempted to go in her direction. Makoto braced hisshoulders when she reached him, guiding him back to their towel asgracefully as they could manage.

“Shit,” Majima expunged as he collapsed on the towel, “I’dalmost rather get another foot massage from ya,”

“Don’t tempt me,” Makoto said as she pulled his bleeding footonto her lap. Majima groaned, covering his face as she went to workcleaning the wound.

“Makoto?”

“Hm?”

Majima’s voice was defeated like a kid that had lost thechampionship little league game, “Where’s my eyepatch?”

In turn, her voice was gentler than normal, taking time to brush athumb along his shin, “Front pocket of the bag.

“’Kay…,” he mumbled. Keeping one hand covering his face, heblindly pawed around until he found the front pocket. Pulling thepatch out, he sullenly put it back on, wincing whenever Makoto hit aparticularly sensitive spot.

“Call me unprepared…,” She frowned, “But I didn’t bringanything to bandage you up…,”

“Naw,” he dismissed, “I can’t blame ya. This wasn’tsupposed to happen,”

A pause. Makoto rinsed her hands with the rest of the water.

“I’m sorry, Makoto,”

“Don’t be,” she assured quietly, “You did the right thing.”

Majima sighed, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Makoto eyed himwarily.

“You sure?” she asked. He sighed again.

“Cat’s already outta the bag. Plus it’s soaked with booze.Can’t hurt.”

Makoto didn’t argue and simply wrapped the shirt until his foot wasnothing but a bulk of soaked fabric. He seethed, somehow managing tokeep his ticklish foot in place for her. Makoto finally sat back,sighing with him.

“Well.”

She reached up and ran her hand up his arm, soothing with her firmgrip. Majima, his arm over his eye, started mouthing off a countdownas Makoto kept massaging him.

“You there! Sir!” an authoritative but painfully local voicecalled.

“Aaaand right on time,” he grumbled as the policeman jogged up.

Already intimidated by his appearance the policeman was trying coverup any stammering by standing straight. Majima only gave himattention by moving his arm so his eye could peek out.

“S-Sir, this is...This is a public beach,”

“Haw?”

“A family beach,”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tattoos aren’t allowed,”

“Ya.”

The policeman shifted, becoming as annoyed as he was nervous. Majimasqueezed whatever enjoyment he could by watching him struggle.

“Please lea—,”

“Wait, Officer,” an old and sweet voice interrupted. Majimajolted, looking up in utter bewilderment with Makoto. There stood thegrandmother, granddaughter in one hand and grandson in the other.

“Let him stay here for the day,”

“Sorry, ma’am,” the officer shook his head, “But I was toldthat this man assaulted several youths just now, I can’t allow suchbehavior here.”

The grandmother shook her head, her floppy sunhat following hermovements, “They were lying. This man took it upon himself tointervene and chase those ruffians away. They caused the violencefirst,” she gestured at his foot and brow, “Just look at whatthey did to him!”

“Self-defense?” the officer guessed. The grandmother narrowed hereyes, her voice turning into a harsh scold like he should’ve knownbetter. The officer winced, confused.

“No, those boys attacked first. I’m just thankful he washere to stop them,”

The policeman stammered, trying to bolster his defense. Rules arerules, so on and so forth. But the grandmother wouldn’t budge,resorting to shouting until the officer relented and allowed Majimaon the beach for that day only.

“Oh…,” Makoto said when the officer finally left them alone,“Thank you, really, thank you!”

“Granny,” Majima propped himself on his elbows, “Ya reallydidn’t have to, we can take a little beatin’ here and there,”

“And?” The grandmother turned her scolding to Majima in aninstant, much to Makoto’s giggling, “It’s a beautiful summerday and you deserve a good rest. Come now.”

The grandmother allowed the two of them to entertain her twingrandchildren, Makoto walking the boy into the shallows and pluckingsea shells with him while Majima (injured as he was) stayed on thebeach while the girl dug in the sand. Majima’s leering hannyaglared out at all the rest of the families, but the grandmother wasnever far away to sit and smile, diminishing the fierceness of thetattoo.

“Hohh? Whatchu got there, scamp?” he asked as the girl flinchedbut started poking curiously around a moat she had built. The girlwas much quieter than her twin brother, and simply looked at Majimabefore pointing down. He craned his neck, seeing a small crabscuttling about.

“Ohh yah, got some creatures in yer moat to guard it, huh? Nothin’to sneeze at either. Look,” he reached down and picked the tinything up, “See these claws?”

The girl nodded. Majima grinned, then stuck his finger square in thecrab’s claw to be pinched.

Gasping, the girl brought her sand-covered hands to her mouth. Majimacringed, biting his lip so as not to cuss—the little sucker pinchedfar harder than he had imagined. But still he stuck it out and kepthis wonky smile on for the girl.

“Goro!” Makoto called from the water, “What are youdoing?”

“Important stuff! You ain’t invited!”

“Would you stop hurting yourself at least?”

“Hurtin’? Ow—,” Majima flinched as the crab’s other clawfound the flesh of his palm, “This ain’t hurtin’, it’splaying, there’s a difference!”

The girl giggled. Makoto rolled her eyes so forcefully he could seeit from where he was sitting, and he started to giggle too as the sunbeat warmly on his back.

#majimako #valentine's day boogaloo #majima goro #makimura makoto #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #BEACH. HEAVEN. NOW.#bunbii

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hakyummy · 7 years

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Teenage Dream (Hongbin smut)

Genre: smut / fluff

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Lee Hongbin + you

Summary: You and Hongbin are secretly dating and you have him over at your house to help ‘tutor’ him. When your parents leave however, things get heated.

Hiii sorry it took me about 2 ½ weeks to update !!! I thought it’d take me less than a week but it took A LOT longer. It takes me so long to write I’m sorry. The next one will be up by the 13th hopefully <3

I’m sorry if there is any typos or parts that don’t make sense since I didn’t proof read, but please let me know if there’s any problems and I’ll edit it.

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“…And so you divide the original amount over the new amount which will give you the answer to part a-”

You glance up to see if Hongbin is paying attention to you explanation. You weren’t surprised when you saw he wasn’t, but it was still infuriating. Sighing when you saw he still hadn’t even picked up his pen, you began to scold him. You were stopped by the sight of him staring at you dreamily as he rested his head in his hands. You must admit you loved the attention from him, but not when you were trying to tutor him for your maths exam; and certainly not when your parents were around.

You had informed your parents that your teacher requested that you tutor Hongbin to help him since he was falling behind in maths. This however, was untrue. The reason why Hongbin came round once a week (and sometimes more), was in fact because he was your secret boyfriend and you wanted to spend more time with him. However, your parents were quite strict on you and if you went out they always demanded to know where you were going. It was almost impossible to go out to see Hongbin as they only time you were really aloud to go out was to the library to study. Since you kept your relationship a secret from your friends from school too (aside from a selected few people), it’s not like you could do couple things at school either. Ultimately you were stuck with these ‘tutoring sessions’, where you would both silently flirt with each other and exchange loving glances. Your father had made it clear he didn’t want you to have a boyfriend until you had graduated in case it effected your career and your mother agreed to a certain extent; so they made it their mission to check up on you two regularly to witness that the only thing you were doing was indeed studying. To be honest, you really did want to help Hongbin with his maths exam, but it was hard to when the only thing he did was stare at you all the time.

“Hongbin what are you doing?” You hissed at him through your teeth, “You’re supposed to be listening to me and taking notes!”

“But babeee,” he whined.

You gave him a stern look, which slightly wavered when you saw the look he was giving you. “Don’t call me babe when my parents are here, they might hear you. Besides you should be working.”

As much as it pained you to do, you knew that if your parents found out about your relationship. They probably wouldn’t let you see Hongbin again. They definitely wouldn’t let him back in the house every week for revision.

He slouched back on his chair, pouting. Until an idea came to his mind. From your peripheral vision, you could see Hongbin’s face gradually move closer to yours. He wouldn’t, you thought to yourself. Just letting yourself focus on the equations, you blanked out Hongbin beside you, assuming that he was just trying to annoy you or something. Apparently you were wrong because less than a few moments later you felt Hongbin’s soft lips on yours. Your initial reaction was to melt against him and hold him close to you, until it sunk in where you were and after a few seconds you managed to shove him away from you.

“Hongbin!” You whisper-screeched, “My parents are home! You can’t do this right now!”

He leaned back into his chair with a smirk on his lips, “I know you enjoyed it y/n.” Hongbin was becoming more and more daring by the day and you had the constant fear hanging over you that your parents would soon find out all that was going on between the two of you.

His ears perked up as he heard the footsteps of your parents walking through the hallway towards the dining room where you and Hongbin were ‘studying’. Anxious of being caught out, he grabbed the first pen he could see and started jotting down equations from the textbook in front of him. Your parents walk into the dining room and your father hums happily at the sight of the two of you working so hard. You both lift your heads pretending to just notice them walking in and Hongbin gives them an award winning smile. “Hello, Mr and Mrs y/l/n!” He chimed, winning them over with his charms. “Hello Hongbin!” You swear you saw your mum swoon a little and you rolled your eyes.

“Y/n.” she turned to you, “Your father and I are going out now for a meal with our friends, but wont be back until around 10. So remember to make something for yourself and Mr Lee when the two of you get hungry.”

“Oh, Hongbin is going home when we’ve finished this page so I won’t need to-”

“Don’t worry Mrs y/l/n, I’ll make something for the both of us.” Hongbin beamed at your parents, turning on his charm and showing his dimples.

“Such a nice boy,” your mum said walking over to where the two of you were sat and ruffling his hair. “You know, y/n, I know I said I don’t want you to have a boyfriend but I wouldn’t mind if you dated Hongbin,” She not so subtly whispered as Hongbin’s face lit up as his eyes drifted to yours, finding what your mother said promising.

You laughed awkwardly, choosing to ignore what she said. “Have a great time, bye guys!” You waved at them, obvious signally that you wanted them to leave.

Your mother patted Hongbin’s head one last time before walking out. Your parents waved goodbye to the both of you. They must’ve been in a good mood to leave the two of you home alone.

After you heard the front door close you could feel Hongbin’s eyes on you and you knew what he was going to say. Instead of looking up to face the reality you carried on busying yourself with equations; pen moving rapidly across the page as you tried to make it clear to Hongbin you were unable to talk right now.

“Y/n?” He asked after several seconds of you not responding.

“I’m busy right now, Hongbin,” you sighed, pretending to be frustrated but in reality your heart was racing. Your mum would be okay with you dating Hongbin? It didn’t sound right. Your parents made it abundantly clear they didn’t want you to have any distractions getting in the way of your studies. Worries and hope filled your head as you repeated what your mother had said. ‘You know, y/n, I know I said I don’t want you to have a boyfriend, but I wouldn’t mind if you dated Hongbin.’ You were inwardly screaming trying to work out if she actually meant it or if she was just playing around.

“You heard what your mum said, right?” You could hear the grin in the way he spoke and you just needed him to be quiet so you could think.

“Shut up, Hongbin. Yes I know my mum just said she wouldn’t mind if I dated you and I’m thinking about it too. I’m thinking about what this means for us, does this mean that we can tell everyone about our relationship? Or was she just playing around? What do you want me to do Hongbin? If we actually told them about us would they be mad for hiding it or support us? Would they ban us from seeing each other until after the exams? Or possibly even longer? Are you willing to risk that, Hongbin? Would it cause loads of drama at school if everyone found out? All I want is to be with you without other people judging us or our relationship. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to risk losing you, but at the same time I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”

He was leaning on his palm again as his elbow was on the table the whole time throughout your rant. You turned to him annoyed when you realised he hadn’t responded to anything you had said; preparing to shout at him for ignoring you. But you were stopped by a loving gaze penetrating through you.

“What?” You whispered, scared to ruin the mood.

“I just love you so much.” He chirped brightly,eyes shining with unspoken emotion.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you processed what Hongbin had just said. No matter how many times he told you it surprised you and made your heart soar with the feelings the two of you had for each other. Thousands of butterflies flew around in your tummy the more you thought about the simple, but effective, sentence that Hongbin had just said to you.

His dimples made another appearance on his precious face as he took in your stunned reaction. Hongbin had a habit of saying or doing surprising things when you least expected it and he lived for how you’d react to it. Most of the time you blushed, hitting him and exclaiming, “yah!”

However, this time you chewed your lip, still pondering over your worries you previously voiced. Hongbin sighed as he pushed out his chair, rising from the table and walking over towards where you were sat. His hands delicately wrapped around your cheeks as he stared meaningfully into your eyes. “Y/n, I would do anything for you. Who cares if your parents don’t agree with our relationship? It’s your life not theirs. If they have an issue with us it’s their problem. Although it would be great for them to like me…” he laughed, “…it can’t be helped. Y/n, I know you feel the same way that I feel for you, so because of this I will fight for you, no matter what.” He paused, stroking over your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. “…The same could be said with the people at school. Even if they talk about us at first, they’ll get over it soon. If they don’t well, screw them -”

You could tell he was going to continue talking, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Crashing your lips onto Hongbin’s you kissed him fiercely with all you had. Hands snaked up to grip the back of his hair as you tried to pour all you were feeling into the kiss. You loved Hongbin, you truly did, with all your heart and soul. But you were just worried something was going to go wrong and you were going to lose him.

Being able to read you like a book, Hongbin pulled back after several seconds, cradling your face in his palms. “You don’t need to worry. Everything will be okay, I promise.” He smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears and studying your face before he restarted your kiss.

After a few minutes the feeling of the kiss changed from love and tenderness to lust and need, the heat radiating off both of your bodies as you somehow ended up on top of the table with Hongbin positioned in between your legs; both of you having lost your shirt and all of your papers thrown askew across the floor. You both pulled back to gasp for air and you inhaled sharply at how wrecked Hongbin looked already. His hair was messy from your fingers raking through the strands, lips red and swollen as he panted for air and his eyes were lidded in arousal and love for you. After his breathing steadied, your boyfriend’s hands found themselves in your hair again as he traced the delicate strands with his fingertips.

Eventually growing needy, his fingers trailed down your neck and collarbone with feather light touches to your sensitive skin, still wanting to make you squirm underneath his touch. You arched your back, trying to lean into his touch more; but Hongbin smirked playfully and moved back slightly further so you weren’t as close to him.

You whined. “Please Hongbin, touch me more.”

He complied, reaching behind your back to un-clip your bra and capturing your breasts in his hands as they fell free, massaging them lightly to help satisfy you. You sighed leaning your head back and Hongbin took this as a chance to take your nipples into his mouth while he continued massaging your right breast. His teeth bit the skin slightly as he ran his tongue over the stiff nub and you shivered under his touch, making him smirk. His generous teasing continued for several more minutes until your obvious whines became impossible to ignore. Hongbin felt bad for ignoring his baby; so he vowed to make up for it.

Fingertips danced down your skin making it jump in excited as Hongbin reached the button of your jeans. They were discarded quickly, Hongbin eager to please you. Sitting down on one of the chairs, Hongbin was now face to face with your wet core. But instead of getting to it, Hongbin wanted to drag out this feeling and make it more enjoyable for you in the long run. Going back down to your knees, he mouthed up your thigh and to your core before repeating it on the opposite side. He continued to do this again, not giving you what you wanted until you asked for it nicely, each time getting closer and closer to your core.

“Hongbin!” You tried to sound threatening, but it came out like more of a squeal, which resulted in Hongbin letting out a small breath of laughter. You shuddered at the feel of his breath at your centre, realising just how close he was to you. After seeing that he wasn’t making a move to do anything, tears clouded your eyes in frustration. “Please, Hongbin please,” you nearly sobbed.

Hongbin licked a thick strip over your underwear making you gasp out before he pulled them down sensually leaving kisses where the material passed.

Once being left directly in front of your bare core, Hongbin licked his lips as he thought about what he wanted to do with you. Wrapping his hands under your thighs, he yanked you towards him almost pulling you off the table. You yelped and grabbed onto the first thing you could find, which happened to be Hongbin’s hair which made him let out a small groan. You shivered feeling his breath against your naked centre and raised your hips slightly eager to feel Hongbin’s mouth on you. He smiled at your eagerness and complied, licking a bold strip up you again like before. He hardened his tongue when reaching your clit to add to your pleasure which made you let out a sigh of satisfaction, leaning your hands back on the table to admire the sight of Hongbin between your legs. He looked up at you with bright eyes, love showing through the lust and you smiled back at him with hooded eye lids as your hearted pounded and your chest heaved in anticipation.

Hongbin averted his attention back to pleasing you, keen to make you feel good and satisfied. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you through the use of pleasuring you; wanting, needing you to feel as good as you made him feel. His hands snaked to your folds to open you to him further, spreading your legs and lips for better access.

Your breath got caught in your throat when he submerged his tongue between your wet folds, running it against your entrance and then back up to your clit again. He stayed there for a while licking over and around it at a slow pace to make you beg for him further. You squirmed where you sat, needing more from Hongbin than this. He looked up from between your legs, sensing your impatience and he grinned. You were just about to tell him off for being smug when he went for it; his tongue lapping over your clit at a fast pace. Your hips jerked up at the sudden stimulation, but he was quick to hold them down with his strong hands as he didn’t let up his movement on your sensitive bud.

When your body was just beginning to adjust to the persistent licks on your nub, Hongbin slipped his fingers into your dripping entrance, pushing them in and out at a moderate speed. You moaned out and let your body fall limply back on the table, completely surrendering your body to Hongbin. He took this as an advantage and pulled back for a second, before positioning your legs on either one of his shoulders so he could be even closer to you. It wasn’t long before Hongbin attached his mouth back onto you, but this time instead of licking you, his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and licking over it continuously, before adding his fingers back into you as well, resuming a faster pace than before. Your back arched up from where it laid on the table and Hongbin responded by suckling onto you harsher and curling his fingers to help you to reach the state of pure bliss.

Your moans were like music to him as he continued helping you climb towards your peak. You couldn’t contain the sounds that came out of your mouth as you felt the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside of you. Hongbin flicked his tongue harshly on your clit and you came on the curl in of his fingers. He continued pumping his digits through your tightening walls to prolong your orgasm; his mouth halting all moments from your glistening bud, not wanting to make you uncomfortable from the overstimulation. Watching as your body rose and fell with every breath it needed to recover from your orgasm, Hongbin simply sat back and admired you until he bought his fingers to a stop.

After your rapid breathing had calmed and you were back to earth, you sat up on your arms again and was rewarded with a wrecked looking Hongbin; apparently pleasuring you had excited him. He gazed into your eyes in awe and you both moved forward to join your lips into another heated kiss.

Hongbin was on the verge of bursting now and could no longer hold back. His hands roamed around your body, tracing every curve in admiration. Wrapping your bare legs around his waist, you threaded your fingers through Hongbin’s hair, giving him consent to continue.

With little-to-no hesitation, Hongbin arose from his previous position and proceeded to carry you over to the sofa. Letting the two of you fall back onto the mocha fabric, he braced his arms on either side of your head careful not to crush you under his weight; his mouth got to work on your neck, softly nipping the junctions before smoothing it over again with his tongue.

You moved your hand down to his crotch, making Hongbin inhale sharply. His breathing stops as you cup his fully hard member through the front of his sweatpants and his head falls into your shoulder with shallow breaths. You massage him through the material and his breathing quickens.

“Please baby.” He let out a whimper of your name. “Y/n… I’m so hard right now it hurts. Please.”

When you look into his eyes you can see the lust but also the pain of his hard member so you comply to his wishes, pulling his sweatpants and boxer briefs down.

Sighing at the feeling of freedom, Hongbin adjusts himself between your legs ready to push in. In all the haze of passion and love, the two of you had nearly forgotten a condom until Hongbin realises at the last moment.

“Uh…One sec.” he said, jumping off the sofa and running to retrieve on from your bedroom. You laughed at the thought of a butt naked Hongbin running around your house, but you still couldn’t ignore the pulsing in between your legs.

In no time at all, Hongbin comes running back into the room, attempting to apply it as he makes his way across the room to you in his turned-on haze.

By the time he’s comfortably settled between your legs, he managed to safely apply the condom to his length. The two of you move around until you are both satisfied with your position and Hongbin attempts to steady himself with shaky hands against your entrance, before pushing in.

The first slid in produces a wet sound that has both of your faces heating up at the lewdness of the situation. You were having sex in the living room of your parents house, with a chance that they could come back in due to forgetting something. You moaned at the risk which made Hongbin continue moving his hips to slid his cock in and out of you, his eyes watching your expressions. Recently, your parents had been very strict with your studying due to the upcoming exams, so you and Hongbin hadn’t been this physically close in a while. The two of you found yourself basking in the feeling of bliss more than usual, unsure when you’d get to do it again.

Hongbin ran his hands from your hipbones up to your breasts and down again, stroking your skin. He was completely in awe of your beautiful body. He didn’t know it was possible to have this much love and admiration for someone.

You had missed Hongbin’s touch immensely, your body had been craving it for a while. You could feel that he did too, with the way he snapped his hips into your to try and make you feel better than you had ever felt before. Since Hongbin was an actor, he was very big on eye contact and expressing feelings through them. He made sure to show that every time the two of you made love, and today was no exception. You could tell he was struggling with his half lidded eyes, but he still did it to see you and add a extra intensity from the eye contact.

Your arms flew around Hongbin’s back to hold onto as his thrusts sped up. You moaned feeling his strong muscles flex under your touch. Hongbin was so different to his body shape. On the outside he was all hard and manly, but on the inside he was soft and sweet like honey. You dwelled on the fact that you managed to get yourself such a great man for a moment and your heart soared. Seeing you were distracted by something, Hongbin’s hips gave a sharp thrust which had you moaning out his name loudly and digging your nails into his back. He moaned feeling your nails digging into his skin and found that he liked the pinpricks of pain from it. Usually your hands would be in his hair during love making and that’s why he wasn’t used to this sensation.

Hongbin leaned over your body and captures your lips into a breath taking kiss as his hand stroked down your body again, stopping at your clit and giving languid strokes with his thumb. You could feel him whimpering into your mouth with what you could only guess was his impending orgasm. His hips pistoned harder into you and you responded by rocking yours harder against him to heighten the feeling. Every second you felt yourself get closer and closer, clenching on Hongbin’s cock at the intense pleasure. You could feel the heat about to explode and bucked your hips up into Hongbin’s trying to stimulate both of you more and he let out a dragged-out moan, which had to be one of the sexiest things you’d ever heard. Your arched your back up in response as you felt the coil in your snap and you crashed your lips together to help prolong the feeling, your nails scratching down Hongbin’s back as you reached nirvana.

Hongbin keened at the feeling, which brought him over the edge just as you came down from yours. You continued to clench your inner muscles around his member to help prolong his blissful state and he let out a sated sigh before whimpering at the over stimulation of still being inside your wet cavern.

You felt at loss when he pulled out, but was quickly satisfied when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and laid your head on his sticky chest. You both laid in silence for a few minutes until Hongbin tapped your chin several times to look at him. As you did, you were met with your favourite pair of chocolate brown eyes on the planet looking back at you with a massive smile on his face.

“Hey, I love you,” he let you know with a cheeky grin. You blushed and looked down and Hongbin chuckled at your reaction as he caressed your face lovingly.

“I love you too,” you whispered, looking into his eyes again.

The two of you spent the next few minutes just gazing at each other and admiring one another until you spoke again, “Hey…” you pause, still uncertain about how to phrase what you wanted to say, “I think it would be a good idea to tell everyone about us. I mean as you said, it’s not our problem if someone doesn’t support it, it’s theirs. I know we can do this together and I know that you’ll always be there for me. I love you, Hongbin and I don’t want to lose you-”

You’re interrupted by Hongbin pulling you in for a soft kiss, full of love and adoration he has for you, which is the only thing you can see reflected in his eyes after he pulls back and strokes your face with his soft hands. “Thank you baby, I promise you won’t regret this!”

He squeals in happiness as he jumps up. “You won’t regret this!” he repeats, jumping and running out of the room. You chuckle in delight, until you remember that you have a naked Lee Hongbin running around your household again. It was funny until you remembered that your neighbours all did their gardening every Saturday at 5pm too.

“Wait, Hongbin what if someone sees you?!” You shout as you set off to find your butt naked boyfriend.

lol I’m so sorry for that rushed ending

#lee hongbin #hongbin smut #vixx smut #vixx scenarios #hongbin scenarios #hongbin fluff #i love hongbin

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dantesbootyfulbutt · 7 years

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Edit: Fixed some typos, including some big ones...

I didn’t think I’d be able to finish it, but i buckled down and got it done;;;;

Chapter 31 translation

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I don’t believe EgScans made it clear in their translations, but Richter speaks very casually towards subordinates unless it’s a very serious situation. I tried to convey that in my translations → E.g.「見た目にだまされンなよ」→ “Don’t be tricked by whatcha see.” If he said 「見た目にだまされないよ」like a normal person, I would have just translated it as “Don’t let your eyes deceive you.” I couldn’t convey this in all of his conversations, but just to let you all know how he speaks towards other characters like Lante and Dante. He’s actually a really chill guy, but would come off as scary if he didn’t speak this way...

Page 1

Lante (narrating): This is

Lante (narrating): Do you understand it? Can you believe it?

Lante (narrating): With these words, can they be conveyed?

Lante (narrating): Or could it be, if the one who said it isn’t “me”

Lante (narrating): I wonder if there was someone who listened

Narrator: Like a “flower”

Narrator: Like a “rainbow”

Narrator: Like the “light”

Lante (thinking): …

Lante: I-

Page 2

Lante: Must protect this

Page 3-4

((illustrations))

Page 5

Soldier: Sorry for making you wait, Captain Richter. Thank you for making the journey

Richter: What, that was barely a journey. How’s everyone doing?

Soldier: About the change in the country’s border, the news bearer said it was peaceful…

Richter: …Oh

Richter: It must be your first time seeing them

Page 6

Soldier: Are they…the kids you talked about beforehand

Richter: Yeah

Richter: They seem like normal kids but…

Richter: Don’t be tricked by whatcha see. The older bro can even beat me

Soldier: …You must be joking

Richter: I used to think that too

Richter: …Unfortunately, he can really win against 300 people

Richter: Even Lamia died

Richter: Where did you guys hear this

Soldier: …It seems like everyone knows about it…

Richter: Then our talk will be short

Page 7

Richter: Just as you can see, they would be normal brats but

Richiter: For them at least, they had no choice. They also realized the fact

Richter: Lamia died but thanks to them, no one else died. That’s why regarding the national border matters, everyone decided they “won’t blame the twins”

Richter: Though there’re disagreements, please understand

Richter (narrating): At that time, I did all I could

Richter (narrating): None of the knights blamed us

Richter (narrating): Gradually, I came to know that

Page 8

Lante (thinking): …the castle…

Lante (narrating): We knew committed murder

Lante (narrating): In the middle of the night, Dante would wake up

Lante (narrating): Not say anything, and look at the moon

Lante (narrating): There was a small quarrel at the country border and Dante, who happened to be there,

Lante (narrating): went to fight, killed the enemy, and returned

Page 9

Lante (narrating): The all of the enemies were afraid

Lante (narrating): Of such strength

Lante (narrating): There was then hesitance to attack this country

Lante (narrating): If this continues at this rate

Lante (narrating): There may be a day where there will be no one attacking this country

Lante (thinking): But if this continues like this

Lante (thinking): What will happen to Dante

Page 10

Lante (narrating): Each time Dante kills an enemy, he looks at the moon

Lante (thinking): It’s almost as if he can’t see me

Dante (quote from past): “Have I forgotten about you too?”

Richter: There is opposition to Dante leaving the castle for battle

Richter: I also think he should stay in the castle

Richter: When he goes berserk, there’ll be people hurt. It’s become worse and worse. One day, even you mightn’t be able to stop him

Richter: But there’s been an order for him to leave for the front. It can’t be helped

Page 11

Lante: Order…

Richter: Yeah it was released under the oracle Kian’s name. Go oppose it

Richter: It was from inside the castle. To complain about it from here…whatever, it shouldn’t matter

Lante (thinking): …over there, Kian-sama is living……

Page 12

Lante: ?? ? (I can’t see)

Richter: Ey, don’t put on such a bitter lookin’ face. You’ll get us in trouble

Lante: ? Trouble?

Richter: They got them sharp ears. Be careful

Lante: ??

Lante: …Why?

Richter: Oracles are like that, aren’t they?

Lante: Saying bad things will get us in trouble? It’s not through god’s revelations?

Richter: Ill will towards the king is opposition to the country, right? The oracle senses that beforehand to protect the king

Richter: In the past, each king had an oracle. They exist to protect the king.

Richter: That’s why…

Soldier: Captain Richter, can you come here for a sec?

Page 13

Richter: Okay, coming now

Richter: Well anyways, don’t ask any more questions ok? This time, his majesty is interested in you guys, so I gotta bring you with me. If ya go berserk on castle grounds, my head’s going straight off!! Remember that!!

Lante: He said they’ll realize when his majesty is in danger and protect him

Dante: …

Lante: Amazing, huh

Dante: …

Page 14

Lante: It’s almost like

Lante: You Dante

Lante: Hey, if I were the king. I would treasure you, who protects me.

Lante: I wonder if it’d be ok if you didn’t go fight

Dante: …Do you want to become the king?

Lante: …I don’t really think so... (Doesn’t being a king seem like a bother?)

(Dante: …)

Page 15

Narrator: After listening to the conversation

Narrator: The captain went to the castle to update his majesty on the current situation. Unfortunately, the next day’s meeting did not occur.

Narrator: Whatever it is, some kind of important event happened with the oracle’s oracle about the children

Richter: …I’m bored

Richter: Might as well go make some rounds!

Lante: A walk!? I wanna go!!

Richter: It’s not a walk!! To begin with, those guys have been treating us like guests. Creeps me out (tsk)

(Soldiers: Captain, because you’ve been working hard, please sit down!! Please take a break!! You don’t have to do anything!!)

Richter: Sitting like this is putting me out of shape

Richter: Patrolling to the very end of the grounds is pretty good exercise. Lante, don’t poop out midway

(Lante: I won’t!!)

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(Richter: C’mon let’s go)

(Lante: Okay!!)

Narrator (Lante?): Regarding the border, there haven’t been any disputes

Narrator: The chances of Dante going berserk is low. I was in low spirits. This diversion was the best thing possible.

Narrator: The weather was also good

Lante: You can see the castle from anywhere

Richter: In this area, that’s the biggest thing around

Richter: Everyone around us wants it, so they’ve been fighting for it

Narrator: The captain was in a good mood too

Lante: …huuuuuuuuhh

Richter: …hm?

Page 17

Lante: ?

Richter: Who’s there? No one’s supposed to be using it…

Lante: Huh, are those people from the order of the knights?

Richter: Seems like it (hm)

Richter: Are they trying to hide the fact they’re skipping work from me? I won’t let them go

Lante: …

Lante: …Captain, you seem to be having fun…

Richter: Shadddup, let’s go

Richter: One, two

Richter: Ey, you guys

Richter: Who’re hiding from me

Page 18

Richter: What are you…

Richter: …What are you doing

Lante: …?

Soldier: …

Page 19

Richter: Stop whispering to each other!! Answer me!!

Richter: What is this!!?

Soldier: Captain, we planned to tell you this tonight. Please understand…! We

Soldier: This country has been thinking about eliminating the oracle…!!

Page 20

Richter: …How’re you planning to eliminate the oracle

Richter: That’s enough, put away the weapons. What’re you going to do if the oracle finds out

Soldier: This is where the oracle’s child’s examination took place

Soldier: After that, no one paid any more attention to it… It’s the perfect place to hide the weapons

Richter: That’s enough, put them away

Soldier: Captain Richter!! Don’t you feel it’s unfair!? It’s because of Kian that the vice-captain died right!?

Page 21

Soldier: Are we going to stay quiet and listen to them?! If the oracle isn’t removed, the country will be ruined

Soldier: The other countries have proved it. Kian should be killed!! We…the order of the knights have been waiting for the day captain returns!!

Richter: If I brought that matter up to his majesty tomorrow, you guys shouldn’t be a part of it

Soldier: But…

Richter: If Kian were to be murdered, exactly how many people will be executed?

Page 22

Richter: If someone has to do it, I’ll be the one. You all shouldn’t take part

Richter: If I don’t do that, everyone will be killed. Do you think I’d allow something like that?

Richter: If you guys understand that, take out weapons. Is it just this place? Soldier: No, there are others…

Richter: …how much have you guys even got

Soldier: Taking them all out in a day is a little…

Richter: Huh!?

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Dante: Lante

Lante (narrating): Why

Lante (narrating): Haven’t I thought of it

Lante (thinking): that’s it

Lante (narrating): I don’t have any strength, or value, or use. If everyone dies, then there’d just be people who shouldn’t be here left

Lante: Then

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Lante: Then I should

Lante: Be the one who kills him

Lante (narrating): Dante seems to have said something

Lante (narrating): But it didn’t reach my ears

#aruosumente

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Sabotage & Fear

I am pleased to report that the blog I announced [on August 20] – the one about what actually happened in the Cuban Missile crisis – is finally up on WordPress. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that the process involved: multiple hacker attacks; a trip to N. Virginia to have my laptop deloused by professionals; many, many calls and messages to WordPress, Microsoft et al.; two [or three] anonymous calls to me saying that somebody was trying to invade and take over my machine; and numerous trips [by me] to various book stores, libraries, etc. looking for a hacker free location from which to work.

There,wasn’t one, by the way. It’s as though public computer services, even at the local VA Hospital Complex, have been taken over by an organized crime family. Perhaps I should scout these places to see whether sex workers and drugs also are available. Not that I’m particularly interested in drugs, except as a research topic. And I don’t pay for sex, even when I have the money. But for those of you who might indulge in such things, it’s worth noting that they are illegal, and frowned upon generally, so the possibility of blackmail goes along with each purchase.

Recent Text from G. Sallust[1]

[This is Phil, and as our founder notes, it wasn’t easy to post the last blog. Frankly I don’t see why the opposition fought so hard. Obviously that blog got on somebody’s nerves. Now Mr. Sallust’s writings can do that, as you – and many of our other readers – know. His frivolous comments on sex and drugs are a perfect example: unnecessary to his story and likely to outrage someone. Although they are true.

But what was so offensive about the last post? All it did was describe and document what the Kennedy Administration, 65 years ago, did to resolve its crisis with Cuba and the old Soviet Union. We and the Soviets negotiated, rather than risk a thermonuclear war. As Winston Churchill once said, “To jaw – jaw is always better than to war – war.”[2] If you know someone who says it’s stupid to negotiate, you may know a crazy person.]

Sabotage

Anyway, the last blog was posted on August 30, and it didn’t go easy into the web. WordPress ultimately accepted the text of the blog, but it had problems with each and every footnote. Mr. Sallust says dealing with the footnotes was like fighting street-to-street in a hostile city, not that he’s ever done that kind of thing for real; but each footnote was an objective that had to be addressed and conquered; he found no solution that worked for all of them.

And the result isn’t pretty. The information in the notes is all there, finally, but the hypertext links don’t work, the font colors are off and there are unaccountable typos in the main text. It’s as though there was a guerilla on the other side, trying to counter every move he made, and opposing everything. Our founder says he now understands how Donald Trump must feel in Washington, DC.

Ultimately he [Sallust, not Trump] managed to create something online that was more or less like the original, so he posted it and went to lunch. He had spent – he said – more than 4 hours that last time doing something that should have taken no more than 15 minutes. And, he says, he isn’t counting the 3 or 4 prior, unsuccessful trips when the entire hacker world seemed to turn against our blog. He says that he’s not going to spend time correcting defects in the post until such time as the malevolent hackers are defeated, preferably in jail, or at least are diverted to other targets.

That’s quite a story, isn’t it? Judging from all the effort put into stopping us, somebody really hates what we have to say. Perhaps we should be grateful. “Any publicity is good publicity,”[3] or so it’s said; and judging from the last election that maxim still works. So I guess we’ll soldier on, antagonizing the idiots.

So what do we talk about? Well, we try to know our audience, and today you’re preoccupied with hurricanes and/or war. We don’t have any opinions about the weather except that hurricanes are big and dangerous, and probably not the President’s fault. So I guess we’re going back to the Koreas one more time.

If we decide to negotiate with N. Korea, what should we talk about?

Fear

Why does a country have nuclear weapons, or any weapons for that matter? Why does it have an army, etc.? Well, the classical answer is that countries arm because they’re afraid. “Since, in the main, it is not armaments that cause wars but wars (or the fear thereof) that cause armaments, it follows that every nation will at every moment strive to keep its armaments in an efficient state as required by its fear, otherwise styled security.[4]” That’s from Salvador de Madariaga, a Spanish diplomat of the 20th Century. I quote him not because I’m an expert in these matters, but because I think he was.

So for the most part, countries arm to the extent necessary to assuage their fear of attack. If a country is surrounded by large, unfriendly neighbors, armed to the teeth, it will bulk up its military. If it operates in a more benign environment, where the threats are few and far between, it will be less preoccupied with armaments. So from that it follows that any negotiation with North Korea must take into account the North’s security concerns. If it’s to give up the security blanket of nuclear weapons, it will want – actually, need – something in return.

What might that be? One would think that, with formidable nearby allies, like Russia and China, North Korea could drop its expensive nuclear program and simply rely on their support. Perhaps Kim Jong Un doesn’t really trust them? What an interesting thought! Probably he doesn’t trust Japan; that country and the Koreas have a bad history. And, since he’s currently threatening us, obviously he doesn’t see us as a friend. So what could the world offer him to abandon his nuclear program? How about some form of multilateral security guarantee? No invasions, no regime change, economic support and more trade in return for abandoning nukes and submitting to intensive inspections.

We made a deal something like that with respect to Cuba, except that it was simpler. We agreed not to invade, and the Russians agreed to support their new client state. It seems to have worked. And there’s a precedent for inspecting another country’s home grown nuclear program. We and the Russians have done it more or less as a matter of course from time to time. You remember “[t]rust, but verify,” don’t you?

Why Do It?

This is just a thought and I’m not making a moral judgment here. I’m not saying that the North’s government is good, or bad. The last time we went to war to get rid of a bad person, Saddam Hussein was our target; we succeeded, dismantled his government, and found ourselves stuck in a glue pot, attempting to create a new government out of chaos. We didn’t get free for years, and when we did the new guys lost big time in their first engagements with a rag-tag group of insurgents called ISIS. So we went back, more or less allied with Iran, a country that’s supposed to be our mortal enemy, and helped Iraq gradually right the situation. Anyway, I think they’re righting the situation.

It’s not wise for us to take on N. Korea if we can cut a deal. We’d win a war, for sure, but then what? We can’t afford any more expensive and needy client states, like Iraq. And let’s not even talk about Afghanistan, the world’s premier supplier of the opium poppy. Many years ago we defeated the Taliban over there in a few weeks, stayed to do some nation building, and it’s still draining us.

And then there’s the refugee problem. Most likely North Korean refugees won’t come here, but they will head for the borders, i.e., those with Russia and China. You’d think those countries would be concerned about an influx of refugees. They ought to be.

Conclusion

So there’s plenty of reason for the rest of us –the non-North Koreans – to agree to guarantees and other measures to enhance North Korea’s security. And the North should realize that the closer they get to a viable nuclear force, the more attractive a target they become. Why? Fear, “otherwise styled security,” may lead others to attack first, rather than wait for North Korea to do it.

Anyway, it’s just an idea.

[1] Text from G. Sallust, circa September 2, 2017. The text is loosely edited, to remove potentially offensive material. Who in the world is the “pixie psychopath?”

[2] See Knowles [editor], The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (6th edition, 2004) at Winston Churchill, p. 222, n. 3. In the future we’ll cite this as “ODQ at __.”

[3] See ODQ at Proverbs, p. 614, n.24. See also ODQ at Brendan Behan, p. 63, n. 17: “There’s no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.”

[4] See ODQ at Salvador de Madariaga, p. 405, n. 8

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g2slade · 7 years

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Book Review: Hitman : My Real Life In The Cartoon World of Wrestling by Bret Hart

I’m not even sure where to start on this one. Despite the book being over 500 pages, I was able to finish it just a few days reading between work days, on airplanes and sitting at home in bed, while my beautiful wife Jess read her own book. I’ll start by saying that Bret Hart was my overwhelming favorite wrestler, when I was a child/teen deeply engaged in following professional wrestling/sports entertainment. Although money was not always plentiful for us growing up in the country, I talked my mom into purchasing Wrestle Mania X on pay per view, just so I could see Bret’s epic day of losing to his brother Owen, in a classic match, and then winning his second reign as WWF Champion to close the show against the mammoth Yokozuna. It was the single greatest wrestling show I had ever seen up to that point, surpassing Wrestle Mania VIII, where Bret’s win over Rowdy Roddy Piper made me a fan for life. The Hitman was cool. He was strong. He was a hero on the screen and at that age, I believed he was a hero off of the screen. I’m not sure who said it, but I know there’s a saying that you should never meet your heroes. Although reading his autobiography is not technically meeting him, it does open the window into his inner thoughts and showcase his life in a manner I would have never seen watching weekly wrestling programs. This story was in some ways a bitter sweet adventure for me as a huge fan of the Hitman character. I suppose I shouldn’t correlate Bret Hart the man with Bret “Hitman” Hart the wrestling character, but unlike normal television shows and movies, where our favorite actors are seen in numerous and very different roles throughout the span of their careers, wrestlers, especially the successful ones, typically portray one gimmick for many years and typically hide their actual lives and personalities from the screen. This is not as true as it used to be, but in the 90’s, kayfabing, or pretending wrestling was real, even outside of the shows, was widely practiced by everyone in the industry. With such elaborate effort given to maintaining the reality of wrestling storylines, many of us fans simply accepted the characters on screen to be actual people. This book shatters any notion I ever had of Bret “Hitman” Hart being deserving of a hero’s treatment. I suppose, when you break it down, one should probably not have a hero, as everyone is going to eventually let you down in the end in some way or another. It’s best to accept that nearly everyone has good and bad in them and that we as individuals are no different. We have our good traits and our bad traits. Onto the book! First of all, whomever made the decision to publish this book as it was eventually published should be labeled as incompetent. Even ignoring the typos that litter at least the Kindle edition, the book comes off like a massive ego trip written by a paranoid and delusional old man. At what point did the editors and others reviewing this book not protest to Bret to change the tone of nearly the entire book? I would hope that if I ever attempted to publish such a one-sided rant about my life that someone would have the decency to fight me on it until cooler heads prevailed. Throughout the entire 500 plus pages of this book, Bret paints a portrait of himself as a heroic, never wrong but always misunderstood and mistreated savior of the numerous inept and timid people surrounding him throughout his entire life. There is not one time in the book, save for when he talks about his father, that Bret gives anyone 100% credit for their own accomplishments or takes 100% responsibility for his own misfortune. If Freud were alive, he could fill up a decade trying to map the enormous ego that is spilling off of every page of this book. Time after time, Bret’s opponents in the ring only had good matches because Bret was there to guide them. Had he not been the genius he was, all of these people, from Dynamite Kid all the way to Ric Flair himself could not pull off decent matches. Time after time, any good angles (storylines) of Bret’s career were his ideas and the promoter was smart enough to listen to his wise guidance. Every time he was in a less than stellar match or an angle that didn’t make sense, it was the fault of the promoter or the guy he was wrestling. Reading this same tale over and over again through the account of his 23 year career made me realize just why it’s so easy to go online and find hours, literally hours, of former wrestlers bashing what is was like to work with Bret Hart. He seemed to not understand that he was the very embodiment of everything he was complaining about with other wrestlers. He was way too caught up in the Hitman character, trying at every turn to protect and promote his own image. Even during a conversation with Vince McMahon, within a day or two of his youngest and favorite brother, Own Hart, tragically dying in a gruesome accident during a wrestling show, Bret’s focus was on not Owen, but asking Vince to let Bret have the rights to Hitman’s video library so his character would not be erased. This is not from Vince’s mouth, but from the pages of Bret’s own autobiography. This is sad in two ways. One in how whoever edited this let Bret portray himself as such a self-centered egomaniac, and two in that Bret seemingly did not think this inappropriate at all. He only expressed anger about the conversation later on, when Vince stated he wasn’t going to give Bret the video library. It baffles me that anyone close to Bret would allow him to publish this story and paint himself in such a light. The massive ego trip unfortunately did not stop with Bret’s in ring career, but expanded to his place in the Hart family. To hear Bret tell it, he was the only intelligent sibling out of Stu and Helen Hart’s twelve children. Everyone else was either untrustworthy, unintelligent, weak or nearly evil. Bret, according to Bret, was not only the savior of every single wrestler he ever worked with, but he was the saving grace of the entire Hart family. He painted his siblings and in laws of being jealous of Bret’s success over and over again. I am sure that Bret’s stories have some grounds of actual truth, but as long as I’ve lived, I’ve never met someone so saintly in his own mind that I didn’t find to be full of it. Bret’s priority was and seems to still be Bret. Every match on the card had to in some way make his character look good, or else Bret thought it was wrong. Bret could not accept doing matches that he didn’t think would be good for his story arc or his career. Somehow, the only way Bret could ever make anyone else look good, was to also make himself look good. Even when he agreed to lose matches, he made a point of saying the logic was wrong for his character. It crossed the line of annoying so many times throughout the book. None of the points above even start to dive into how spoke of his marriage and his affairs. From reading Bret’s words, he would have you believe that his wife should have been happy he was cheating on her in nearly every city he ever wrestled, because it kept him from becoming a drug addict. I swear I couldn’t make this stuff up, even if I wanted to tear Bret down. All of the above points can be found in the book at any time. Now, with all of what I said above, I do believe that Bret should be given some room for the benefit of the doubt here. That’s not because I think he wasn’t wrong, but because he didn’t write this book until after a career ending concussion and life threatening stroke reduced his body and his mine to that of a paranoid and frail shell of his former self. It would not surprise me if Bret was diagnosed with something nearing PTSD. The book reads like the rants of someone that has lost their objective view of reality. Sad as this sounds, it would be sadder to think that this is how the man truly views himself and everyone around him. To save the image of Bret I carried since I was 9 years old, I’d rather chalk this story up to his mental damage than think he is the biggest jerk in the history of wrestling and almost in life. I still give the book a high rating, however, because I was such a huge fan of the Hitman my entire life. It was gloriously nostalgic to be taken back through the journey all over again from Bret’s point of view, skewed now as it is. If I could give any message to Bret Hart, it would be this. Quit worrying about your character’s legacy and focus on being a better person to everyone that help to make you the successful and international star that you are. The Hitman is permanently branded into the history of professional wrestling. No promoter, not even Vince McMahon himself can erase that. Stop making a life of bashing others, mend fences, and take some responsibility for the things that happened to you.

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