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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: How so 🔞

In which Jungkook and you learn more about each other while also uncovering more about yourselves.

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader learns to be a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut, mutual masturbation, oral, special guest star: mc's vibrator, angry namjoon, slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook? They're stronger this time ngl

Story length: 3.5k oops-

Belongs to: Why Not (🔞)

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"one." he counts, arms crossed menacingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, a bit of a distance away from where you're laying. You've been napping and been lazy all day- and while he doesn't mind, he's also come to learn it makes your head ache and your attitude cranky.

"two.." he draws the number out a little, and you're not sure what he thinks this whole act of counting down will do for you. You're not affected by that. You're not a kid after all. Your muscles aren't suddenly itching to move, absolutely not.

"how far are you gonna count?" you mumble into the pillows below, holding onto it as he doesn't have anything else to hug really.

"you wanna find out, princess?" he wonders darkly, and the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Okay, maybe you're a little bit affected.

Just as he's about to admit defeat, you actually move, sitting up on the bed with your hair all unruly and loose shirt exposing your collarbone. He smiles a bit to himself.

He'd had somewhat of a hunch about you, and these days, those theories seem to prove themselves as correct. It both amuses him, and makes him happy at the same time, because you really are just his type beneath all that tough-girl persona you've put up in front of others.

"there we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he chuckles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. "now come on, go wash up. You can't spend your days off only asleep, baby." he gently scolds, pecking your lips while you whine, making him laugh against your lips.

"but why not?" you complain. "your bed is comfy, and it's MY days off!" you reply, making him smack your naked thigh without much force.

"maybe, but you're spending them at MY apartment, in MY bed." he reminds you, slowly walking out the door. "now get up, I'm making breakfast!" he calls out, before you let yourself fall onto your back again as soon as he's out of sight.

It's not like he can boss you around.

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"Hm, no." he suddenly says, shocking you to the core.

You're aching, looking at him with eyes wide open while Jungkook detaches himself from you before he casually wipes his hand on his sweatpants, stealing your orgasm in the process. "you don't do what I say.." he shrugs, sitting back on the couch next to you. "So why should I?"

There's no words in your brain. You didnt think it would bite you back like this, not by a long shot. He's such a sweet guy, has been for the entire time you've known him- he wouldn't be so cruel now, would he?

"But-" you stammer, closing your legs bashfully. "Jungkook you can't be serious.." you say, though you don't know why this is strangely exciting to you. "you said that I'm, you know, that you'll-"

"That's still true." he nods. "I won't ever do something you don't want. You can say stop and I'll stop, easy as that. But that doesn't mean you get to play me, darling." he teases, tent clearly visible in his pants.

"So what? You gonna just sit there and wait?" you complain, arms crossed. He's clearly hard. There's no way he can just wait it out.

"No." he tilts his head, before his hand wanders. "I can cum by myself just fine." he smirks, leaning back as he palms himself over his sweatpants.

He can't be serious. You're not ready for that- or are you? It's strange, like a rollercoaster in your insides, going up and down at the sight of him. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing- and even stranger, you want to see him.

Not like now- you want to see him.

"I won't touch you." he reminds you as he adjusts himself a little. "but you can touch yourself. Maybe you'll cum all by yourself?" be says with a joking tone, leaning his head to the side of the couch.

You've got an idea.

"but.. You can see me naked down there.." you argue. "I can't. Thats unfair if you ask me." you complain, making him laugh.

"Cheeky." he comments. "guess that's true." Jungkook shrugs, before he casually pulls down his pants and underwear like it's nothing, his length eagerly jumping free it seems.

Your head is suddenly empty, no thoughts running through.

You're not stupid. You've seen dicks before, you watch porn after all, but still- maybe it's because it's his? But something about it makes you rub your thighs against one another, an ache forming in your core.

"was about to ask if you're comfortable-" he chuckles. "-but I guess you're clearly okay with this?" he asks, and you nod, throwing all hesitancy out the window. You're okay, you've never been so okay with something before.

Your thighs slowly open, hand finding your most sensitive spot easily while he can't keep his eyes off of you, his own hand starting to stroke himself as well. "you know.." he softly says, watching while his breathing deepens. "..this is a first for me as well." be confesses, thumb running over the tip of his length, spreading the precum with wet noises.

You feel antsy.

It's clear that he knows his body perfectly, every movement of his palm bringing pleasure it seems, and you're watching, learning, because you wanna try doing it for him one day too. This is your chance of finding out what he likes.

"what're you thinking, hm?" he wonders breathlessly.

"wanna touch you." you whine, and his jaw clenches while he swallows.

"hm, really?" he asks, letting his cock go, self control setting in as he puts his hands to his side. "alright. Go ahead." be encourages.

You swallow, attempt to find a tissue or something to clean your hand, but he shakes his head. Don't you dare wipe that off, he thinks.

He's warm.

Thats the first thing you notice as your hand wraps around his length, fingers carefully exploring what he's got to offer. Every little glance you give him brings him closer to a heart attack he feels like as he let's his head fall back, eyes closed because your touch affects him more than he thought it would.

Until they snap open again, a surprised moan escaping his mouth as he feels what's unmistakably your tongue on his tip.

"Sorry-!" you apologise. "I should've asked too.." you say, and he laughs to himself.

"it's okay. I-" be looks at you. "I liked it. But give a man a earning next time, jesus." he laughs, relaxing you with that. You lean in again, just for the joke of it, but once your lips wrap around his head, it doesn't feel odd at all. In fact, it's kind of nice.

Meanwhile he's forcing together all of his strength not to cum down your throat.

You're dangerous he realizes as he watches you somehow figure out how to give him bead all by yourself- hands playing around, even shyly giving some attention to his balls while your tongue swirls over his tip.

It's all too much.

He can spot how you jump back a bit surprised, though as if by instinct you keep stroking him, watch as the ropes of cum spurt out and onto his sweatpants. There's some on your lips that you wipe off, though the slightly bitter taste on your tongue also doesn't feel too bad.

"Fuck." he laughs, catching his breath before he reaches out, hands opening your legs so his palm can find your core. Two fingers enter you again, the heel of his hand rubbing over your clit in a motion and speed that makes your head spin. "more- please!" you beg, cully at his mercy until you cum with spasming hips, hands on your mouth doing little to hide your screams of pleasure.

You're both out of breath by the time your minds are back and functioning, laughter echoing off the walls as the situation is realized by the both of you.

Maybe you're really made for each other.

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"What the fuck did I tell you?!" is the first thing Namjoon barks at him next time he sees him at Yoongis studio. "Are you deaf? Mentally challenged? Is that it?!" he keeps insulting, as Yoongi pushes him back.

"okay alright, let's calm down here." he tries to reason.

"I don't even know whats- oh." Jungkook realises, lips pushed together in a thin line.

"Yeah, 'oh'." Namjoon scolds. "what's your excuse? You tripped and landed dick first in her?" he jokes without humor.

"Namjoon, it's really not like that at all." he attempts to explain himself. "I'm not-"

"screwing her?" be finishes impatiently for the younger friend.

"no- I mean kind of? I, somewhat, it's not that simple-" he starts, when Namjoon jumps up from the couch again, barely held by the eldest in the room. "we're together Namjoon! I'm not just fucking her, I'm going out with her.!" he hurries out. "I- yeah, fuck it." he sighs, running a hand through his longer hair. "I actually really like her. Like, love-like." he confesses, causing the room to fall silent.

Jungkook doesn't do well with the dreaded L-word.

In fact, Jungkook hasn't ever been in an actual relationship before, ever. He's been a guy with bad luck and an red dot on his heart for others to aim at it seems. Used for his kind nature, pockets emptied more often than he could count, used for pleasure before getting told that 'you're just a friend, sorry.'

And every time he'd do it again, fall in love, get his heart broken, repeat after a week of sadness. Until he'd stopped, years ago, having promised himself to never be that guy to be stepped on again. He's still kind, he's still nice- but he keeps his heart behind a glass window, for everyone to see, but none to touch.

Until you came along.

"you.. What?" Namjoon asks, a lot more calm now.

"I think I love her." he says again, noticing himself the weight of his words as he says them. "I- I don't think. I'm really.." he's unsure how to phrase it. It can't be love yet, and it isn't, but it's something else- something comfortable, like watching a movie that you know ends well just to relax and get rid of all the stress piled up on your shoulders. He's not falling in love, not at all.

There's no falling involved. There's no pit he's tumbling down into, no fear at all about what might happen next. It's more like a steady walk, right next to you, to a place he just knows will be nice.

"Wow." Yoongi laughs, hitting the youngest's back with a grin.

All while Namjoon sighs, watching the now teary-eyed young man wipe his cheeks in embarrassment.

Yeah- maybe there's nothing to fear if it's him you're with.

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"I always wondered what kind it was." Jungkook says, and you're wondering what he's talking about when he walks into the tiny bedroom of yours, holding your purple bullet vibrator with no shame at all.

"JEAN JUNGKOOK GIVE THAT TO ME-!" you yell out in panic, jumping from the mattress on the floor towards him, jumping at his hand that's holding your most secret item high above your hand.

"hm, no." he smiles impishly. "but you can continue jumping, I'm really enjoying the show here, precious." he says, tip of his tongue running over the silver piercing decorating his bottom lip.

Who knew that this sweet looking man could be so so evil.

"aw don't pout, I was just curious." he apologizes as you stand there with your arms crossed, tank top showing him a lot more skin than he's used to whenever he's alone with you. He's seen your cleavage before. Your thighs, your legs, but never in an intimate scenario like this. "though you should be more careful with this thing. I almost stepped on it." he teases, and you turn red at that.

"I forgot to put it away I guess.." you say, reaching for it as he pulls it away again. "Jungkook!"

"ever used it on your tits?" he tilts his head, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, like he's a magnet of the same charge pushing against you with invisible force.

"n-no." you shake your head, unable to hide your excitement bubbling up. You like it when he's like this- dominant, but not pushy. "that doesn't do anything." you argue. He chuckles.

"doesn't it?" he wonders, taking another step. "I could think of a few ways to use it, you know?" he implies. You swallow hard.

"..like?" you wonder quietly, gaze snapping from the toy in his hand to his eyes every now and then.

"wanna find out, princess?" he asks, and for some reason, this sentence still makes you shiver in pleasure. It's just words, how come they touch you just as much as his hands can? He's got you unable to form any sentences with just that simple look of his, so you simply nod, a surprised squeal escaping you when his hands push your shoulder.

Luckily, you fall onto the mattress below, having not noticed that he's been walking you towards it the entire time.

"You know, I kind of feel sorry for your neighbors." He chuckles, leaning over you.

"Huh?" you wonder dumbly, but he just shakes his head, brushing it off for the moment, as his hands instead play with the straps of your top.

"Can I take this off?" He asks. "It's fine if you're not comfortable with that yet, though. No worries." He shrugs. But you shake your head, pulling on the bottom on your top, before you hesitate.

"Can you.. take yours off too?" You ask, and he grins, nodding eagerly. He already figured you might feel more comfortable with that, but he wants you to speak up on your own as well. It's something he personally finds important- that you keep your independence, that you only do what you truly want and feel comfortable with. Never does he want to convince you to do anything, never at all.

He knows what that's like. It leads to regrets, shame, embarrassment- and he doesn't want you to feel that with him.

You're a bit hesitant now that you see his.. well, very toned body underneath. You personally don't work out- only occasionally, if you feel like it, or if you've eaten a particularly big meal and it makes you feel all heavy and bloated. You're nothing like him- stomach soft, slightly protruding, no defined muscles or anything. And yet, you jump over your shadow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate like the lens of a camera trying to focus.

In his eyes, you're everything and nothing like he'd imagined. You're better than anything his thoughts could've ever come up with.

He's dropped the toy for now, instead using his hands to run them up your sides, before they finally reach your chest, soft and warm in his hands. He's never been one to have preferences when it comes to someone's body- but he can see himself quickly falling for the feel of them in his palms. "How can you be so pretty?" He wonders, and you squirm a little, causing him to laugh. "You're so cute." He can't help but comment, before he shakes his hair out of his eyes, sitting back on his heels.

You're already putting your feet up against his abdomen, making him smile as he runs his fingers over your ankles, before he tilts his head to the side. "I appreciate you being such a good girl, but that'll have to wait." He praises, and you turn a bit red, before he takes your legs and maneuvers them around his waist, pulling you closer towards him. He can already spot a wet patch on your underwear- a clear sign that he's affecting you just as much as you are him- and he can't help but feel his own ego swell a little.

He's not felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

"Did you charge it?" He wonders, and you shuffle around a little to get comfortable, accidentally rutting against his already way too constrained bulge in his pants, making him groan in surprise. "Alright there, that was a simple question jesus christ woman!" He laughs, making you laugh as well.

"Sorry, I was just adjusting!" You giggle, while stretching your arms over your head for a second. You feel oddly comfortable with him, even all exposed like this. It's a nice feeling you've not yet experienced with anybody before. "But uh- I don't know, it needs batteries, you can't charge it." You explain, and Jungkook nods.

"Well, let's hope these got some juice left in them." He simply tells you. "If not, I'll find another way to make you cum." He casually comments, making you wonder what he could maybe come up with.

Sex used to be terribly scary. An intimidating thought that would leave you restless whenever thinking of it. But now? With him? It's exciting.

He clicks the button a few times, seemingly trying out the only three modes the cheap toy has, before licking his lips and shaking his head. "I'll get you a better one one day." He mumbles more or less to himself, before turning on the lowest setting, lifting your panties, and placing it right against your core, snug with the extra push from his own bulge pressing against you. "Thank god I've packet a spare set of pants." He almost growly down at you, watching with hooded eyes as your hips roll against him. His hands grip your thighs, the sight of you equally as enticing as the buzzing toy between you both.

You don't know this, but Jungkook is exploring his own sexuality just as much as you are with him.

He's never really thought of any specific things he might like that aren't 'conventional'- but with you, he feels comfortable to the point of trying out new things, or random ideas such as what he's doing right now. But it's fine, because it's you. It's like he's got a chance to find himself alongside you, as if you're his chance of finally becoming comfortable with his own body and soul.

He's falling in love with you, while also starting to like himself more and more.

He's also noticed by now, that he's a lot more sensitive with you. A simple sensual touch of yours can make him stir awake in his pants like a boy during puberty, but he's not even mildly embarrassed by it whatsoever. Because you aren't either. He's really become in tune with you in terms of energy- when you're excited, he get's excited. When you're happy, he's happy. When you get sad, he get's sad as well. It feels nice, to have a connection like that.

You're whining beneath him, a lot more vocal now than compared to the first time he's ever been intimate with you, and he feels his pride swell at these signs of you becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable around him. Your hands reach out for his own, and he takes them happily- holding you, as you arch your back and voice out your pleasure, especially once your orgasm hits, the closeness of him making it impossible for you to squirm away and ruin it for yourself. With the little experience you have, you don't really know what you're supposed to feel like- and granted, right now, you're seeing stars, unable to form any coherent thought.

The sight of you so lost in pleasure sets him off as well- warmth of his own cum escaping him making him cringe a little, his hand reaching between the both of you to turn the plastic toy off. He's breathing heavily just like you, shivering beneath him from the aftermath of your high. "I'd say-" He hums into the crook of your neck, kisses placed in his own afterglow, "-the batteries were definitely still full." He jokes, making you laugh as you hit his back playfully.

"I gotta shower but my legs feel like rubber." You complain, making him lift his face into your area of sight.

"We could shower together?" He suggests. "No funny business. Just me holding you, in case you fall." He tells you, and you look at him for a moment, thinking.

He's already seen like what- 80% of you? There's nothing to fear anymore, really. So you nod, holding out your arms. "Carry me?" You ask playfully cute, and he grins.

"Wherever you want to, princess."

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agirlcandream84 · 12 days

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HI !! I hope youre feeling much better!! I was thinking that since you were having some health issues maybe I could ask for some "frank nursing u back to health" hc??? to keep up with the theme?? 😁😁

Girrrlll, now this is a HC that'll be easy to write.

How Boyfriend!Frank Nurses You Back to Health

You don't quite own up to being sick at first, your tendency for self-blame and shame convincing you that your illness was some sort of moral failing but Frank wasn't having any of that. He saw it coming from a mile away-- overworked, not enough rest, immune system was taking a hit. After an argument about it, he convinces you to rest with "Listen sweetheart, you can either stay in bed on your own or I'll guard the damn door and make sure you do. Either way you're gettin' some fuckin' rest alright?"

Once you were squared away, Frank took a small measure of delight in calling up your boss to tell him you were out for a minimum of three days and finally giving him an earful about overworking and underpaying you. He ends the conversation with "And this conversation stays between us otherwise I'll see to it we have a personal meetin', alright?"

You make the mistake of checking your email on your phone ONE TIME and Frank sees to confiscating it almost instantly. He's acting like he has no choice and talking to you like this hands are tied like "Sweetheart I know you might wanna watch your Tik Toks too but until I can trust you with it again, I gotta take it, alright? I hate doin' to ya doll but you're not listenin' and I told ya' you need rest."

Your congestion is so bad that Frank has resorted to giving you a head massage, going on about "gotta work the fluid out sweetheart" and you're trying to tell him thats called lymphatic drainage but he's all "I don't know about all that woo woo shit doll." Despite feeling like he's crushing your skull, it actually works quite well however, it does leave you majorly tender and bruised the next day, which is the only time Frank can handle having bruised you and even then he's apologizing all day and asking how it's feeling.

When Frank has to step out for a few hours you get the sneaking suspicion that he's enlisted your friends and sister to check in on you because you seem to be getting "need anything?" and "how are you feeling?" texts about every 30 mins on the dot. You end up silencing your phone just to get some peace (though that's short lived when Frank can't get in touch with you and you have to quite literally say "I'm gonna die from a cold Frank. I was just napping")

When Frank shows up back home he's got a batch of your grandma's chicken noodle soup that he drove 2 hours roundtrip to get because he remembered that you said it always helped when you were younger. This makes you weepy (because you're always weepy when you're sick and run down) and Frank pulls you into his lap and rubs big circles on your back and tells you "I know doll, bein' sick is hard. Takin' care of you ok? Lemme fix you a bath while the soup heats up, ya?"

When it's bedtime, Frank simply SLATHERS you in Vicks vapor rub. He literally heats it up on a spoon like heroin (something the instructions explicitly say not to!) and says "alright, chin up, come on doll" so he can coat your chest and neck in Vicks, adding some to the bottoms of your feet for good measure. But damn if he wasn't right -- you get a good night's sleep.

If I had this level of care in real life I'd look forward to being sick.

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Chapter 1

PSH x reader (feat. YJW)

Synopsis:

Your childhood friend who went through traumas and hardships finally evolved and grew into a successful and powerful man... However, something about him seems to be different...

Summary of chapter:

After 15 years... You finally found your long missing childhood friend... But it seems like he doesn't recognise you?

No Copy rights @soireegurl

Note🖇️: This story contains Yandere themes, Mafia themes. Mention of killing, blood, violence.

"Y/n-ssi! We are going to the airport to meet Mr Park, you didn't forget right?"

You colleague, Jungwon said.

"Of course not Jungwonnie... I got a pretty good memory you know?"

You giggled and made a proud face as you got up from you seat and got your things with you.

"I'm ready, let's go."

Jungwon smiled back at you and followed behind you.

"Yah, who is this Mr Park? Seems like he is quite an important figure... The boss even ask us to escort him to the company."

You asked Jungwon as you both got into the car.

"I'm not very sure about this, but all I know is he is very successful in the West... But I heard that he is a pain in the ass to deal with... He can be quite picky sometimes..."

Jungwon said and made a goofy face which made you laugh.

"Yah! If you let him hear that, you are so dead."

"Well, I don't think he will know about this unless you snitch on me..."

Jungwon squint his eyes at you while making a judgemental face.

"And I'm pretty sure you won't... Right?"

"Of course of course... I'll keep my mouth shut okay..."

You said which made both of you burst out laughing...

The peaceful car ride ended pretty quickly as you and Jungwon arrived at the airport.

You and Jungwon stood at the exit where Mr Park will be coming out from.

Jungwon held on to an ipad which had "Mr Park" and the name of our company written on it.

"Ah... Where is this guy? My arms are getting sore..."

Jungwon complained as he put his hands down while massaging his arms.

"Yah! Raise it up! He might be coming soon!"

You said as you smack his arms.

"Ugh... Okay okay.. chill..."

Jungwon grumbled which made you laugh.

Soon after, a man walked up to you and Jungwon."

"Hi, is this Miss Y/n and Mr Yang?"

"Yes! Are you Mr park?"

You replied with a smile.

"No... I'm his assistant, he will be coming out in a minute."

"Alright, thank you, nice to meet you... How should I address you?"

"Just call me Mark will do."

Mr Park's assistant said with a small smile.

"Oh, he's here!"

Mark quickly walked to Mr Park and escorted him to where you and Jungwon are.

"Yah, he's here, let's go..."

You said to Jungwon and quickly walked over to where Mr Park was.

You got ready to greet him but the moment you saw his face, you froze on the spot.

It's... It's him...

"Y/n? Y/n? Kim Y/n!"

Jungwon whisper-shouted at you.

But you couldn't bother much about his calling as you ate in your own world.

Without a second thought, you ran up and hugged the person infront of you.

"Yah! Park Sunghoon, where have you been? I have been looking for you for years!"

You couldn't control your feelings and let all your tears out.

Without even realising, your tears had drenched Sunghoon's blazer.

But the next second, you got pushed back gently.

"I'm sorry Miss... But I think you've gotten the wrong person."

No... No way you could have gotten the wrong person... He looks just like how he was 15 years ago... Just maybe more matured, but his features never changed.

"No... You are Park Sunghoon... My childhood friend... No way I can't recognise you..."

"My name is Park Sungmin... I'm not your childhood friend... I don't have any memory of you Miss... Y/n..."

"But..."

You were about to continue but got stopped by Jungwon...

"Yah! Enough... Everyone is looking... Let's go back to the company first."

He pulled you back and whispered in your ears.

You looked at Sungmin again while tears were still in your eyes.

You saw how cold Sungmin'spair of eyes were staring at you...

You heart ached at the sight and you nodded at Jungwon's words.

You and Jungwon got into the car while Sungmin entered his car which were behind yours.

You put on your seat belt while thoughts were running in your mind.

"Why is he not admitting he is Park Sunghoon ?"

"What happened to him?"

"Are you okay?"

Jungwon asked you...

"I don't know... I don't know if i should be happy or sad..."

"He is your childhood friend? The one that you always told me about?"

"Mhm..."

"But i thought you said he was dead?"

"I don't know... I saw him fall into the river... And I never saw him again... So I took it that he was dead... But it seems like... That's not the case..."

You let out a huge sigh.

"Maybe you should rest for abit... I call you when we reach the company."

You nodded and closed your eyes.

You fell asleep pretty soon... And you had a dream.

You dreamt about the memories you and Sunghoon had when you were younger... Before he disappeared in your life.

[Flash Back]

"Yah Park Sunghoon! Come here you little-"

You shouted at the little boy who was running around in your small cabin.

"Bla bla bla! Come catch me! You are so slow!"

You chased Sunghoon around your small cabin while he made funny face to tease you.

That was the happiest time you had with him...

The scene sudden changed to when Sunghoon was pushed into the river by his step brother.

"You little brat! You are just a child that no one wants... You should just die!"

He said as he pushes Sunghoon into the river.

"NO!"

You screamed as you woke up from the dream.

"Oh my god, are you okay? Did you have nightmare?"

Jungwon slowly caressed your face while wiping the sweats on your forehead.

"Yeah... Just some childhood memories..."

You said as you tried to calm yourself by taking some deep breathes.

"Anyways, we have reached the company... Are you okay to continue today? Do you want to go home and rest?"

Jungwon is genuinely worried about you.

You have never shown such fragile side of you before.

"No.. it's okay I can continue..."

You reassured Jungwon with a smile that seemed so forced, but Jungwon just nodded his head as he knows that you are not gonna change your mind easily...

Seeing you in such state really breaks his heart.

He has known you for 7 years. Since high school. You have always been cheerful and always smiley... This is the first time you ever got affected by other things so badly.

But now he wonder, what actually happened between you and Sunghoon that you are so much affected.

"Sss... Seems like you are really something aren't you? Park Sungmin..."

He thought to himself while he followed behind you into the company.

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kaija-rayne-author · 10 months

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Ugh I can’t not theorize. I’ve been at it non stop. Once a story catches my interest my brain just going into hyper speed trying to figure out how the writers (if they do a good job) will bring all of their themes, hints, etc to fruition. All I’m missing is a cork board, pins, and miles of red string.

What’s super exciting this time is I’m actually dealing with a property where the writers are….good? I’m so used to being disappointed when fan theories (often my own) turn out to be much better than the canon, but I don’t see that happening here. Weekes is clearly a masterful writer and knows how to build up to a satisfying twist.

Because you just know another twist is coming. Solas, despite everything, is just too soft hearted to make a convincing final boss. It couldn’t be more obvious that being The Dreadwolf and putting aside his own conscience takes every ounce of energy he has. Eventually he’ll have his breaking point and that’s when we’ll find out who our true villain is.

It’s Mythal. I’ll eat my damn hat if it isn’t. She’s either not the person Solas remembers, or maybe she never was. In either case, there’s been plenty of clues both in DAI and in subsequent materials (specifically Tevinter Knights) to imply that there’s something else going on here.

We keep seeing imagery of the Dreadwolf as a mutant abomination that is part wolf and part dragon. It’s easy to point to the end credit scene of DAI and say “well yeah he fused with Mythal who is a dragon” and sure it looked that way…but is that actually what happened?

We saw Flemeth part with some form of magical energy before Solas arrived. We also know that she’d taken the soul of Uthemiel from Kieran. Uthemiel happens to be a dragon, or was until he was tainted and became an Archdemon.

Archdemons can control Darkspawn. And taking a Darkspawn army past the Veil to enact vengeance upon the Evanuris sees like something Flemeth would do. But that doesn’t seem like something Solas would want. His agenda has always been to fix his past mistakes and tear down the Veil for the greater good. He doesn’t seem that fond of Darkspawn, in fact he was pretty pissed at the Wardens for screwing around with them.

Where I’m going with this, is I think it’s entirely possible Solas is being used. He may have unwittingly fused himself with an Archdemon, assuming it was the essence of Mythal. The real plan, now that plan A failed, might be turning him into an Archdemon so Flemeth/Mythal can use him to start another blight and wield the darkspawn. Corypheus managed to mind control an Archdemon, so clearly it can be done.

And if that’s the case, then ooooooh boy.

Poor Solas.

OMG. I missed this one and I'm so glad I finally found it!

What a fascinating idea. Holy shitballs.

Okay, so I just restarted DAO, I'll be on the lookout through these playthroughs (I'm doing DA2 next, then probably DAI again, because I'm an utter sucker for lore) for hints about all that!

I thought the whole point of the dark ritual w/Morrigan was to purify Urthemiel's 'soul' through being born as an innocent child. But what if that didn't work?

But then, wouldn't Kieran have shown signs of taint? Hmmm. Maybe not, given it's just the soul?

I'm still not convinced that Flemythal parted with any kind of energy in that scene. BUT if she did... well, she's pulled the whole 'soul piece recovery schtick' before. So if it was energy or a soul, it could've been hers. Leaving just Urthemiel. Which would very possibly warp Solas into a dragon/wolf thing. And Mythal is very used to Solas going along with what she wants. So it feels like something she wouldn't think twice about. She uses Morrigan too, and Kieran, so it’s definitely something she's used to doing.

I have a strong feeling Solas is indeed being used. And has been since he was 'born' from the fade. There's a lot of hints to his resignation, nay, even belief that it's right that Mythal used him. (This is... common, in abuse survivors, FWIW.)

But I believe it's canon that his forehead scar came from when he burnt off Mythal's Vallaslin? I have to see if I can find that again. I can't remember where I read it.

I think Mythal will be rather unpleasantly surprised in the spine Solas has developed since her 'murder'. He doesn't seem at all likely to me to be all 'hey! My enslaver is back! Let me just get my slave brands again'. Now, if he were still truly alone, he might just cave into it because man, does Solas have some pretty massive Mythal issues. Not sure if he regards her as his mom or something else or a mix of things, urk.

BUT he's not actually truly alone anymore is he? No matter how hard he tries to be. A Romanced Lavellan can tell him "Var lath vir suledin" which translates sorta, into "Our - love - way/path - endure/strength to withstand loss."

So he knows he's not alone. That inky will absolutely go to the mat for him. He has actual friends, too. He said Bull has him, if you don't betray Bull w/the Chargers. Solas doesn't strike me as someone to say that lightly.

So, he also knows he has friends, too.

I think, if Mythal actually is the big bad (kinda hoping for this tbh) she's gonna have a rather rude awakening when it comes to Solas. Who, from all I can tell, has always willingly served her whims. Because she was 'the best of them' doesn't mean she was actually good.

I talked about how he's heavily neurodivergent coded before, and we're generally loyal to a fault, which Solas very much shows.

But we do also often, eventually, reach a 'no more' point. After which, we'll absolutely close all those doors we'd previously left open.

If Solas acts the way I suspect he might, he'd then use everything he knows about Mythal and the Evanuris to help the game protag (I still wish I could just carry my inky over) defeat the buggers.

But what would it take for him to finally reach that point with Mythal? Mommy issues are soooo hard to deal with in therapy because it's so damned easy to backslide.

Hurting Inky? Doing something that will destroy the fade (like marching a darkspawn army into it)? Making him betray all of his followers who truly believe in him and his goals of freeing enslaved elves?

Solas deeply believes that slavery is wrong. In a way that makes me think he was actually enslaved at one point. Obviously to Mythal.

Oh, fuck me. What an amazing story they could tell about the whole 'but there were good slave owners' bullshit nonsense some people like to spout.

Of course, I still really wish Bioware would tell a story with a disabled protag. Which the end of Inquisition really would set up nicely. But given their shit disability rep, I know not to hold my breath over that.

#dragon age series #dragon age #solas #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #inquisitor lavellan #solas dai #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age theories #mythal #Flemythal

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mspandorasart · 5 months

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Thoughts about Undertale Yellow

Greetings, I just returned from binging through Undertale Yellow, True Pacifist Route specifically, and am seeking a place to let out some thoughts (and steam). It's the first time I'm doing this type of "review" on my blog, but since my thoughts on it are quite strong, I thought, "hey, why the heck not"? Spoilers for the game and its ending ahead, fellas. Buckle up.

First off, let me begin by stating that, for the most part, I had a blast playing through it. The music is amazing, the boss themes real bangers, the environmental ones great as well. My favorite track was the OST that played in the Dunes: a really catchy western vibe with Flowey's theme in it as well, an earworm that filled me with Determination while running through the sandy fields. Then we have a beautiful pixel art style, gorgeous sceneries, great gameplay with challenging and fun boss fights (side note: although I couldn't fully appreciate Ceroba's fight since it had a couple pretty much unavoidable attacks. Or is it just skill issue on my part? Anyway, that part annoyed me more than it should have. Moving on, lmao.)

Furthermore, the game also has charming characters! They are the ones that kept me going and really ignited my interest. Not gonna lie, it took me until the town in the Dunes to become really invested in the game. Martlet is charming and cute, sure, but North Star and his gang, no, that guy specifically sold it for me. Charismatic, funny, very expressive sprites (well, all facial sprites are quite colorful, but it took me until North Star to appreciate/notice just how many there are for each character) and an interesting internal conflict with wanting to entertain others so they forget about the pain of being stuck underground, but at the same time being so absorbed in his persona that he temporarily acts like a douche towards his pals and forgets who he truly is. He also features my favorite joke in the game when he proudly proposes to the salesman that "he wants to buy a gun for the child". Freaking hilarious, love him, huehehue.

Story-wise, I was pleasantly surprised and taken aback by the dark twists of Ceroba and her husband Chujin. And I appreciated how the flashbacks got intigrated within her final boss fight. I don't know about you, but my biggest motivation to play RPGs are not just the gameplay, it's mainly the characters and the story. If the gameplay is amazing but the characters/plot boring, then I lose interest quickly. To me, the real rewards of a tough battle are story progression and seeing just what the characters will do next. Therefore, I greatly enjoyed the breaks between Ceroba's phases in which we saw parts of her backstory. They even made me cry!

...Although, to be honest, I don't exactly understand why we had that insight into her mind in the first place. Why did we survive so many hits to the point of 0.00001 HP? Where's that coming from all of a sudden? Why did time stop at some point like Za Warudo? Maybe that random plot armor (that happened the first time and never again) is explained in another route, but anyway, moving on-

This review-style blog entry only exists because of the True Pacifist ending. I'll be blunt, I hate it. Why?

So it ends with Clover sacrificing their soul for the monsters so they can eventually break free. Which is fine on its own. Clover is for the most part a blank slate of a character, only driven by their desire to seek the lost humans, that's basically it. Maybe it would have made a bit more sense for Clover to see an actual physical proof of their demise before they give up on them completely, but eh. I'm also wondering whether they are really okay with potentially another, possibly innocent human falling down sometime in the future only to get killed by the monsters. But oh well.

(You know, now that I think about it, I actually am a bit salty about Clover's decision to sacrifice themselves, lmao. Would've been kinda cool if it was up to the player, have another ending split.)

Anyways, the issue I'm having is how our cast of supporting characters, Martlet, North Star aka Starlo and Ceroba react to Clover's decision. They are shocked first, but... agree surprisingly quickly?? What?? Excuse me, the entire hassle we went through to get to this point was to stop Ceroba from taking Clover's soul. Now with Clover volunteering to sacrifice themselves, the gang is cool with it??

Of course they don't agree immediately, but are easily swayed within a few arguments back and forth. Man, what friends you are, guys. The reason I'm having this pet peeve in the first place is because we as the human, who has known these guys for just a day, did a lot for them, alright? They all tried to kill us at one point, but we took the beating, the hard battles, forgave them and were there for them during their internal conflicts. We were a pretty decent friend, if I may say so.

Especially with Ceroba! We did a lot to change her mind and path of self-destruction! Yet our so-called friends don't put in the same amount of effort when it comes to convincing us otherwise- or heck, use force if you must- get Clover away from there, lmao. Wouldn't it have been an interesting act of redemption on Ceroba's part, by the way, if she tried to stop us? Being touched by our mercy and refusal to give up on her, she does the same for us?

I suppose the reason I am so baffled by all this is because of Clover being a blank slate, the player character really felt like me, like I was going through the journey and not like I was controlling another character. It felt like my decision to spare them all, to talk to them and wanting to get to know them better. So the group of characters I have really grown to like giving up on me within about a minute of back-and-forth just felt... wow. Thanks, guys.

If I compare it to Undertale's True Pacifist in which every important supporting character gathers up after the confrontation with Asgore, all agreeing with the decision of me, the player, staying in the Underground with them, then oh boy, it really stings. Just would've been a cool, wholesome sign of friendship if Martlet, Starlo and Ceroba decided that "nah, even for the surface, we won't give up on Clover". By the way, in this game, we don't even really get to see why the monsters want to return to the surface so badly. They keep saying they want to, but what are the reasons exactly? More freedom, I suppose. Yet by expanding the Underground with the Dunes, the Mines, the Factory, and some of Snowdin, the Ruins and New Home, their habitat seemed so much larger than in the OG game- What I wanna say is, their desperation should've been shown way more instead of told, so the player can understand the monsters' aspiration better.

The thing is, it's a shockingly easy issue to fix if you really want "the canon ending" with Clover ending up dead and their soul taken: have Clover still have their moment of doubt and realization, remembering what the monsters told them throughout their journey. Then they go to Asgore with their gang, hoping to convince him. It doesn't work out, so Asgore starts a fight. During the battle, Clover realizes it's useless to fight back, it's better to have their soul taken for the monsters, so they allow Asgore to kill them. Their friends are not powerful enough to stop him. There ya have it.

Siiiiigh. Is it just me, being annoyed by that ending? As a whole, the finale felt a little... rushed? Was New Home always meant to be so empty? Is it to build up atmosphere? Yet there were two silly NPCs in the first screen of New Home, making me assume that maybe, there was another plan originally? (If it has been stated in a devlog or any other comment by the creators, then I apologize, I haven't read those fully.)

Anyways, if I didn't care about the game, this rant wouldn't even exist in the first place. I was really invested in the game until the ending just left me... kinda sad, not gonna lie. It will take me a while to process it all.

If you got this far, then thanks for reading. Am I the only one feeling this miffed about the ending? I might go back and edit this post if I find out there are things to be corrected. Buuuut as of now, happy holidays!

#undertale #undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers #undertale fangame

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jaylleoo14 · 7 months

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Its not the spooky season anymore 😔 But I dont need it as an excuse to write it!

TW// Dark/gory/horror themes up ahead so tread carefully

I've been thinking, imagine what the characters would be like as serial killers. Who would be a best fit for one? And honestly, I feel like I'm able to write all of them as possible ones, well except for Ortho. Okay and maybe for Silver too but everyone else I think I can make do with it. I think.... I feel like characters that are obvious to fit the role is already generic such as Jade or Leona or Malleus! So i wanted to get more creative and try to expand more on the other characters. It would be fun to write about them though but I want someone who I think would fit the role just as nicely. Riddle and Trey was also a close one but I just really thought there could be someone more fitting. And what better character than to do the secretive man himself, Cater! I love Cater! And the potential he has a killer! Huihuihuihiuhihi Its making me shiver just thinking about it (with excitement) Perhaps I'll make the narrative as if you are looking through his eyes. That would be a fun read, no? Well I'll definitely switch the narrative to you and him but its a fun thought!

One day your boring, depressing, and mundane life gets interjected by Cater, the fun loving and bright barista! Some days you would always find yourself dreading as to why you should even continue. You live in a shitty area and your living situation is a mess, your neighbors are always partying, your boss is always picking on you, you're family situation is complicated, and all your friends seem to have moved on doing their own things in life. Life sucks, why do you have to go through this? You just want to go home already. Recently whenever you come by this super cute cafe this barista is always happily greeting you. "Another rough day?" He asked one day, and ever since that question you both have been making small talk whenever you would come by. He was easy to talk to, very friendly and bright. He was something you looked forward too during your days before and after work. One day when you go by the cafe you don't seem to see Cater around. Instead another worker rings you up instead. Out of curiosity you ask them where Cater was, and to none of their surprise that it was you who asked they simply answer with a "he called in sick." They recognize you as well considering you are a regular patron, one of the many other people who seem to enjoy Caters livelihood. Well you needed it in your life anyways. When you take a drive to your workplace you hear on the radio that two missing reports have been filed just last week, and to add on, just today they found a dead body belonging to one of the missing persons. They've been found brutally handled, the skin of their face peeled off and missing. What a grotesque and horrific way to go out.

A killer has been out on the loose in your city for who knows how long now. Though one thing is for certain, they've been going on for quite sometime now, all the victims going out in the same vindicative way. With their faces taken from them. This killer has been going on for quite some time now, but its just recently that they are starting to make another strike. For how long exactly? Who's to say. One thing for sure though is that you plan to save enough to finally move out of this godforsaken city, your awful apartment, and quit your damn job once you make enough. Despite all these killings going around, a lot of people seem to still go by their normal days just only hoping that they wont be the next unfortunate victim. "I hope Cater's alright" You say to yourself as you turn off the radio. The weather has been getting a lot colder lately, and it has been frequently raining. It would make sense that he'd get sick. Hearing about the reoccurring news causes you to let out a sigh, taking a mental note to be a bit more wary now.

You both don't really delve into each others personal life like that, so you can only hope for the best that he has someone to take care of. However on the way to work your light makes you stop and next to you is a deep alleyway. The day still being freshly new, the weather being a dewy light blueish grey after a slight rain, you dont care to look anywhere around you until a little glare hits your eyes on the side. Without much thought you turn around to see what the cause could be. Perhaps a shiny or passing car? Or perhaps it was just the reflection of someone's skateboard on the nearby sidewalk next to your car, or maybe it was- Oh.

. . . Oh

Your heart drops. You suddenly feel cold and goosebumps arise in you as you slowly flare up and your eyes widen with hyperactivity.

Someone is over there

In the alley way, next to you. Just slightly, are you able to make out a figure hidden under the shadows casted by the surrounding and clustered buildings.

Someone with a dark hoodie to blend in with the shadows, their back slightly angled towards you in the dark.

HONK

A car honks from behind you and you're woken from your trance. Just then though, the person in the alleyway slightly shoots their head towards where the sound of the honking originally came from quickly and for a split second your eyes meet. You hit the gas pedal, quickly speeding off with your heart racing as you pass the streetlight. Your cold clammy hands grips onto the steering wheel as you slightly speed off in a hurry and you bury yourself into your seat as the sound of your engine revs away down the dampened street.

They saw me...... I saw them...... they saw me

Was that? Did I see, the killer?

As he watches you speed off in your car he turns back to his finished business. The bloodied and lifeless corpse in front of him lying in a dirty puddle mixed with gravel and rain water from the earlier light rain. With his bloodied gloved hands, a dark shining glint glossing over it, he brings it to drag his mask down to inhale the dewy freshness of the air and out with a heavy breath.

"Ah, Cay-Cay should've been more careful huh?"

With no response he only laughs to himself a bit, nudging the lifeless corpse with his foot as if it were a ball.

"Oops. Forgot you've kicked the bucket now. Oh well, they didn't see me anyways. I shouldn't worry too much anyways."

"heh, who would've thought It would be (y/n) to see me down here... I guess I'll keep a close eye on them from now justttt in case."

Definitely will expand on this when I have the time and finish my other work, but oh how I cant wait to share! >< This is just a base and loose little draft for me to go off of but I was thinking of something like Cater placing pictures around the victims, pictures of perhaps locations to where he could have put their faces. But regardless, I think it'd be fun to write a really slow burn between you and Cater, a psychological horror experience :3

#jellorambles #twst #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #cater twst #cater x reader #people like yanderes right?#yandere cater diamond #twst x reader #serial killer au #My brain cannot seem to stop thinking about sk!Cater and ><#does anyone else like cater #this is pretty vile in all honesty but thats the point #I hope i can make this an immersive read for the intended audience #twst cater

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naraven · 2 years

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≫As an aspiring musician and composer, you always dreamed of creating music of your own and sharing it to the world. However, time passes and the biggest part of your life was working behind a sound system, behind the scenes of one of the largest entertainment companies in the world producing idols. Put under the new and upcoming boy group 6reeze, you come to realize how… eccentric some idols could be. And with all these bright new faces, you can only handle so much before you break.

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hi everyone! its been a hot minute. but yeah, let's not talk about how long it took to write this. it's unimportant.

with that out of the way, please enjoy! i can't guarantee i'll write something like this again, but maybe when the next break comes around i could write something like this again.

c o n t e n t w a r n i n g // alcohol, stalking, whatever is going on with scaramouche, overall yandere themes,

w o r d c o u n t // 6k

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“Nice to meet you guys, I’m (Y/N).” You raise your hand in a small wave. “You’ve probably seen me operating the audio system for all your stuff. If you have any complaints, feel free to bug me about it.”

They all greet you back with varying levels of enthusiasm, and they leave for the next part of their tour of the agency building.

You fiddle around your keys behind the soundboard, there’s not much to do right now. Most of the trainees are out eating lunch and your boss told you she had a meeting with the execs today. Maybe you could spend your time a bit more wisely?

You set up your synth near the audio system so you don’t have to move too much. It’s so quiet that you’re probably your only audience, and you hum along without any lyrics. In short, you’re just improvising bits and pieces that you think sound nice.

What you failed to notice is a certain idol on break, listening to your aimless hums and chords without a path. He hums to himself, but who knows how and why?

Venti

The leader and oldest of the group, Venti is like the wind itself: flowy, as if never stopping.

His voice is light like that of a cloud, and anyone who has heard his voice says it sounded like Barbatos himself had blessed them.

His guitar skills are unparalleled, acoustic or otherwise. You know next to nothing about guitar but even you stared in awe at how musically talented he is.

But despite all this praise you throw at him, he’s still…

The most irresponsible person you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!

Although cheerful and enthusiastic, he’s always off without a care in the world. Jean has had to drag him home after practices because he was off at a bar drinking with coworkers or friends. As much as you look up to him as a musician, he’s always somehow causing some mischief to Jean and making her sigh for what feels like the hundredth time that morning.

You aren’t the biggest idol fan, but you remember how he and Xiao were a duo for a while. They had a much different image back then. They were more mysterious, never really posting about themselves on any social media and having little to no interviews. While that sounds like a PR nightmare, fans were entranced by every little thing they did. It was like feeding a single slice of bread to a thousand pigeons.

You listened to a couple of their songs so you could feel a little more familiar with them. Their songs were usually slower and melancholic than the pop and dance music they make at the moment. Venti’s voice was so different to what you were used to that you were shocked to hear such deep and moving vocals. It still retains the same powerful voice you’re familiar with but somehow it holds something… else

You never had the chance to bring this part of Venti’s life in a conversation, but it’s usually because he’s trying to convince you to sing for him.

You never understood where this desire came from. It’s not like you ever sing anything while on the job, and the only thing you really can do is play the keys. Yet whenever he has the chance he’s laughing joyously while you’re too flustered to do anything about it.

“C’mon, Dove, you have to know at least one of our songs!”

“N-No, Venti, stop pushing me towards the stage!”

At times, it feels like you’re marching to the beat of his steps.

“Aww, but your voice is so beautiful! Why hide all this talent behind so many doors?”

“I’m not hiding anything-”

“Aww, don’t be like that! It’s only lil ole me here anyway! Unless you like having a big audience for all the music you’ve written.”

You sigh, until you really process his words.

You’ve been alone with Venti for… about 20 minutes now. So far, your lunch sits cold at your usual table near the back of the room. Venti has now asked you about the music… you’ve written… which you have never told him about.

You slowly look towards Venti, who tilts his head to the side as if he didn’t reveal how he knew you wrote music. You’ve only ever told that dream to your parents and close friends, so it’s beyond you how he could drop something like that so casually.

“How do you know… I write my own music?”

Your voice sounds too strained, even to your ears. You gulped down the rest of your water before break, yet your throat feels like a desert. Venti hums before sitting a bit too close to you. Even as you scoot away, he puts his arm around yours before pulling you down closer to see his face.

“Aww, is that what you’re so worried about? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

His casual wink does nothing to quell your concerns. That’s not exactly what you’re worried about, he giggles lightly as he leans on your shoulder.

“After all, I don’t like it when my muse is looking at others when I’m around.” He cups your chin and leans in closer, your heart and mind racing, “Especially when I’ve been searching for them for so long.”

Aether

The fan favorite of the group!

He may not have the best voice or the prettiest face, but he has a certain charisma that the others just don’t have.

You have to admit, you were also drawn into his aura. Something about how he smiled, and the way his eyes glimmered when they narrowed into a sly grin, caught your eye.

He has an approachable air around him that you were attracted to. Surprisingly, he was the one that talked to you first.

He was having trouble with his mic, so you found him a spare while you tried to see what was wrong with the original mic.

After trying out 5 different ways of fixing it, it turned out that the battery was out of juice.

Oops.

Afterwards, you told Aether what happened with a very hot face. He took the mic and laughed good naturedly at the situation while you wallowed in embarrassment.

“It’s ok! As long as it’s good, it’s fine, right?”

You feel like you’ve been blessed by an angel. His fans are so lucky to have such a patient and kind man to simp over.

“Good work today, Aether. Are you still available for dinner tonight?”

You hand him a cool water bottle. Your work ended an hour ago, but you had made plans to eat at the new sushi place that you wanted to try out. Originally you were going to go with Heizou, but he vaguely mentioned how he was busy and pulled Aether toward him as he was walking by.

“But Aether is kind enough to go with you! Enjoy your dinner, you two!”

Aether blinked as Heizou ran off to do whatever it is he needed to do, leaving you two in his dust.

“Um, well, Aether, are you free on this day?”

You organize a dinner with Aether and when the day comes, you see him there earlier than you were. You came… half an hour early so you wouldn’t be late.

“Oh, Aether, you’re already here.”

“Ah, hello! Yes, I was already in the area.”

A lie. He was there because Lumine bullied encouraged him to be a “gentleman”. Not wanting to be late, he got ready and arrived an hour early before the appointed time.

“Alright then, ready to go in?”

“Of course! After you.”

The sushi was amazing. You enjoyed it thoroughly. And from the looks of it, Aether did too.

Afterwards, you both went out for something to drink. He brought you to a bar that was nearby that he was familiar with and you both had light enough drinks so that you both were sober enough to walk home.

Still, you were tipsy enough that your tongue was loose. You blurted out a couple things you probably shouldn’t have, particularly about work.

“That darn Kazuha, he’s so cute, y’know? Aether, you should’ve seen him years ago when he was still a trainee, his cheeks were even softer and rounder than they are now.”

“Aha, is that so?”

You failed to notice the faint hollowness of his voice, instead bragging more about your dear Kazuha.

“Mhm, he was also shorter. By like, a noticeable difference. It felt like yesterday when we were about the same height, and now I have to look up to talk to him. Makes me sentimental, y’know?”

He takes another light sip. The crystal ice reflects the dim lights of the bar, creating a calm atmosphere. Your Kazuha rambling continues on and on, buzzing in Aether’s ear.

“And y’know, I don’t think I would still be working at this stupid company if not for Kazuha getting into 6breeze.”

“Is that so?” He finally starts to respond back to your rant, “So what you’re saying is Kazuha is your anchor here.”

You hum, clearing your throat loudly.

“In a sense, yeah. If not for him, I think I would have found another job elsewhere.”

Aether puts his glass down on the bar louder than he intended to. You startle and jump up in your seat.

“Archons, Aether, that scared the hell outta me! What’s wrong, d’you think of something upsetting?”

He turns to you as you take a gulp of your own drink. He turns back and leans on his forearms while you exhale from the alcohol.

“Maybe.”

“Dang, even when I ranted for how long? C’mooon, I won’t tell anyone! Tell me, tell me!”

You poke at his arm, eager to hear him say anything.

But what could he say? That he didn’t like how Kazuha was so important to you? That’s cruel to everyone. He downs the rest of his drink before talking, not facing you.

“I’m glad you have someone so important to you at work.” He starts. You don’t notice the grip he has on his coat, “But I wish you weren’t so close with Kazuha.”

“I know this might sound out of line. It really is. But I hope you can forgive me.” His hand reaches for your face, so gentle that you barely feel it at all.

“After all, living with siblings, you tend to get selfish. So with all that being said, I pray you don’t forget tonight.”

Xiao

Probably has the most simps, online and in real life.

Everywhere he goes, there’s always people staring and whispering about him. Having him in a disguise is like slapping those silly glasses with funny noses on him: they don’t work.

You’d rate him a 12/10. You think he’s attractive, and people are right to simp for him.

That being said, you’re a bit too busy worrying about how well he sounds on stage to be looking at his face. You get a bit frazzled when the boys have a concert that you have to prepare for, plus all the musicians who have to play in the pit for them.

The first time you really talk to him, it’s more you trying to not embarrass yourself in front of one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever laid eyes on and Xiao nodding along to how you said the weather was “moist at best.”

He only perks up when you mention you had to go home after work quickly so you could feed your cat, which leads to you showing him your 879 picture, 263 video long gallery in your phone of your dear feline companion.

When binging his old videos of just him and Venti, you recall how intense he looked when performing. Whether it be a music video or live performance, he always had this tense look on his face like he was experiencing something troubling. Or maybe that’s just how it was when they were a duo. You should know better than anyone that being an idol is some tough shit.

While doing group practices, Xiao decided to branch out and start doing some solo work. As the leading head of the audio team, you often work with him to record his songs while your team helped with the rest of 6reeze.

As he stands alone in the recording booth, you sit outside and do all the necessary things so his voice isn’t too out of place with the rest of the music.

Venti wrote this one for Xiao, so you hear a couple familiar bits that remind you of him. The subtle passing chords, the pacing and structure, it’s all very “Venti.”

“Nice work, Xiao. Jean told me another staff member would lead you to the practice room soon, so rest up a bit.”

“Alright, good work today.”

He takes a seat behind you while you fine tune the rest of your work. You hum along to an old Venti solo that was reminiscent of the one Xiao just sang.

“Is that… one of Venti’s songs?”

You startle and turn to face Xiao. He’s looking up from his phone, probably scrolling through the 6reeze group chat where you saw a Shrek edit of Kuni (made by none other than their leader), and you nod, seeing as how he recognized the song you were humming along to.

“It reminded me of the song you just recorded. Y’know, the sort of lo-fi ballad type of deal? Maybe Venti was ahead of his time, that song would do great nowadays.”

“Are you saying Venti is better than me?”

You blink. “When did I say that?”

“You implied it.”

“Did I? Well, I like both your vocals. I think the whole group’s vocals are really nice. Some of the younger ones could use some polish, but that can be fixed with practice and experience.”

Xiao looks down. You shuffle your feet awkwardly before turning around to continue your work.

“Do you think I sound good?”

“Hmm? Of course I do. Your voice is unique in that you can sing in basically any type of music. You have a very versatile tone, you can practically sing in any genre and sound like a natural.” You’re probably rambling a bit, so you stop yourself before you go too far.

“I don’t think you should doubt yourself, Xiao. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m not doubting myself.” He shoots you a glance, “I just wanted your opinion.”

“Really? Is my opinion that important to you?” You ask jokingly.

“Of course it is.” He goes back to scrolling on his phone. “I don’t really care how anybody else sees me. If you were to hate me, I’d hate myself too."

Kazuha

You’re more familiar with him than the others. You saw him around as a trainee in the building for a couple years and actually talked to him before he debuted.

You’re more than sure he’s going to get popular. His love of writing and poetry and his unique vocals are sure to capture the hearts of many. His soft demeanor would also make fans swoon after him for sure.

So you aren’t at all surprised when you scroll through the 6reeze announcement post on Instagram and the comments about Kazuha all have them freaking out over the exact things you knew he’d be popular for.

“He’s so cute!!!! His voice is so soothing to listen to even when he’s not singing too…”

“OMG I LOVE HOW HIS HOBBY IS WRITING AND POEMS I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY WHERE I WOULD SEE A KINDRED SPIRIT IN THE IDOL INDUSTRY”

“His cheeks look so squishy I want to hold him gently in my palms…..”

“See? They love you, Kazuha, look!”

He doesn’t have to, but you show him anyway. He skims over them quickly before drinking half his water bottle. He pants lightly with sweat on his brow. You fan him with your 6reeze official merch fan, and he grins in response.

“I’m glad to see people appreciating my efforts. I never thought the day would come.”

“Are you kidding? You were born for stardom, so don’t let me down, ok?”

You raise your fist up in the air, letting him knock it with his own. His break ends and you start to get ready to go to your team too.

Kazuha thinks back to your words often and he swells with pride. Ah, he’s so happy to see you smile at his progress…! Jean calls him over and he snaps out of it, walking over to the rest of the group.

Heizou elbows Kazuha, watching as his face focuses more at what Jean was saying.

“Hey, man, what’s got you in lala land? You weren’t paying attention to anything Jean was saying just now.”

Kazuha rubs his torso, glaring lightly at him. He thinks back to his conversation with you and blushes. He covers his face with his hand and turns away so Heizou couldn’t see how red his face was from talking to you.

“It’s nothing. Just a bit more motivated now.”

Heizou hums, not at all believing what he was saying.

“If you say so.”

Kazuha goes on to practice till his part is near perfect. His arms are sore and his legs ache, but he’ll do anything to get you to praise him again.

He looks over his individual and group recordings for the 6th time that evening. He notes down mentally how he could improve.

He goes through his nightly routine. Before going to sleep, he checks the same post you showed him earlier that day.

He reads through the comments again. He’s glad for all the positive feedback about him. He smiles at all the comments that compliment him and the rest of the group.

But they will never know how or why he started working as hard as he does now.

He remembers how you first approached him as a trainee, awkwardly making conversation. He remembers how he was ready to quit right then and there. He was so tired of all the expectations the company wanted from him that he could never seem to achieve.

“But, y’know, I think you’ll make it big someday.”

He tilts his head towards you. He remembers where you were and how you looked. He was sitting against the wall and you were leaning back on a chair nearby. You were wearing a green Snoopy tee and baggy jeans.

“I mean, I’ve seen you working harder than anyone here. If you don’t make it into a group one day, I’ll still be cheering for you. Kazuha, right?”

He remembers exactly how you encouraged him and how you said his name.

Kazuha turns off his phone and turns onto his back. He closes his eyes, still remembering your bright eyes.

Hearing his phone vibrate, he picks it up again to see a notification saying you posted. He unlocks his phone to see what it was about.

He smiles gently, liking it on his personal account. He exits the app and goes back to his camera gallery, just to look at his collection of pictures of you.

It’s nothing that would invade your privacy that much, it’s only you going around your daily life. His light grin juxtaposes how he was literally stalking you, but he gets a pass because he’s cute.

He scrolls through his favorite pictures of you, most of which is you being completely unaware of his actions. It gives him a rush of adrenaline to see you doing the most mundane things, imagining himself with you in those scenarios.

“Ah, how cute…”

He loves how your smile leans more to the left, how your brows furrow together in the middle when you focus, how you show a beauty mark on the back of your ear when you turn away from him.

One day, he’ll be the one rooting for you. Your insecurities on his shoulders, he’ll take care of you from this cruel world.

“Wait for me, (Y/n).”

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Kuni wasn’t always an idol, in fact he was part of another entertainment industry as a whole.

He started out in films, stealing the hearts of many as a character he’s played.

You vaguely remember how the internet exploded when he sang a song for the OST of a drama he was a part of. His voice sounded young, naive, hopeful as he gave one of the best performances you saw in cinematic history.

In short, he was multitalented in both acting and singing.

While his dancing was still amateurish, his acrobatic skills carried over form acting into pulling the craziest stunts on stage. You swear he’s flying from how long he’s in the air.

“Hello, you can call me Scaramouche! It’s nice to be working with all of you!”

He greeted your team with such a kind smile. They all say their hellos and greetings back, his smile never fading.

But that day, you had to stay back and fix some new found issues that you wanted to get out of the way quickly. New idols to work with means new issues to be fixed.

You down the rest of your Americano, cringing at the bitterness. You check your phone for the time and it reads… 10:32 pm.

You really didn’t think fixing all these problems would take this long, but you should have seen it coming.

Maybe you should procrastinate just a bit. It’s not like you skimp out on work than often anyways, you could use some help.

Turning off the lights and locking all the important equipment, you exit the building with the intent to buy some warmer coffee than the room temperature one you finished just now.

Rounding a corner, you rammed face first into a person you didn’t see.

“Ow, fuck, sorry about that-”

“Watch where you’re going, worm.”

You pause and hold your poor cheek. Your brain reloads before you nearly snap and punch this asshole’s nose in.

“Listen here, bastard-”

As the figure turns around, you stop in your tracks and see a very pretty, familiar face.

“I don’t have time for you. Fuck off.”

Woah. If the public were to see what their beloved idol was saying, the scandal that would arise would be bigger than his attitude towards you right now.

He probably realizes that in the moment too, because he immediately backtracks on what he said.

“Oh it’s you- ugh, great, now I’m jeopardized before I can even start a new career.”

You blink. His usual face that brimmed with confidence was now one of tired defeat. It was jarring seeing the same face from earlier look so gloom.

You should probably say something, but what could you say? Anything to comfort him would probably end up really badly, he doesn’t seem like the person to take that kindly.

“Who said I would snitch?”

You blurted that out without thinking. Oops, now he’s turning around and giving you the nastiest look you’ve ever seen on such a pretty face.

“What, like you’d keep this a secret? Don’t make me laugh, of course you’re going to tell someone.”

“I mean, snitches get stitches. And no bitches.” You tell him like a mother telling her child a lesson, “Honestly, I don’t gain anything from this. Besides, you’re too pretty to just give up like that.”

Maybe you’re more tired than you thought. That last part you only meant to say to yourself, but you end up making the poor guy red as hell.

“Wha-What the hell did you just say? Weirdo.”

Woah, this guy’s neck was turning a really red color! Maybe you could…

“Oh, oops, I didn’t mean to let that out. But I mean it. Plus you said it yourself, it’s too early for you to just stop being an idol now that you’ve only just started.”

You bring your hand to your chin and smirk, “If it means I can keep seeing your beautiful face, I wouldn’t mind keeping your real personality a secret.”

You get exactly what you want when you see him turn around, face and ears tomato red. You hide a grin behind your hand, trying to keep in your giggles.

“Ugh, whatever, talking to someone like you is going to make me even more irritated. Good riddance.”

It seems Princess Mononoke taught you the valuable lesson of calling someone pretty in dangerous situations. You should compliment him more often to see how he reacts.

“Hi, Scara! I like your eyeliner today, care to teach me how you do it so neatly?”

“Wow, your hair looks so nice like that! You should do it more often.”

“What kind of gloss do you use? Your lips always look so soft.”

You made sure he heard that last one. You’d stare at his lips twitched into a strained smile, trying his best to not slap you on the spot. Damn, teasing him was more fun than you thought.

He’d break character every once in a while to slap your arm, but you were usually laughing while his face was red so no one ever gave it much thought.

It’s only then he retaliated, guns blazing, did you start to regret it.

“The gloss I usually use is strawberry flavored, and I would share some with you but I left it at home today.” He smirked as you covered your face with your hand. He leaned in closer and watched you take a step back, “Care to have a taste?”

Shit.

This game of chicken lasts basically forever. It’s not until he realizes he genuinely likes you does your relationship start to change.

“Xiao, why’d you get that tattoo on your arm?”

You poke at his bicep, leaning forward to see the smaller details. He angles his arm so he could see it himself.

“It’s a sort of promise between my friends. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you about it later.”

With that, Scaramouche touches his own tattoo on his nape. Would you care about the story of his tattoo?

It’s not until he realizes how much attention you give to the other 6reeze boys than him. The only times you talk to him are usually to tease him or to talk about certain businesses you needed him for.

But how could he start a normal conversation with him now? At this point all you two were doing was playing chicken without either of you admitting anything about the other.

“Just be honest, Kuni!” Venti advises, “You won’t get anywhere if you don’t say anything. Communication is key in any relationship!”

Stupid leader, that’s the last thing Scaramouche needed. He had already shown you parts of his real self, how much more did he have to show?

He decides the next time you approach him, he’d tell you… somehow that he wanted to get to know you better.

“Scaraaa, are you going for a more natural look today? You don’t have your usual-”

“I like you.”

Huh.

“I like you so much it hurts my chest whenever you talk to Venti. It hurts my head when you get too close to Kazuha. It hurts my body when you push me away and cling to Shikanoin.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your throat feels stuffed, you can’t get anything out. Scara is basically holding you against the wall. You feel suffocated as he rests his arm above your shoulder. His eyes almost glow in the dark, hauntingly enchanting.

“So stop hurting me by being selfish. If you really did find my true self beautiful, you’d be more attentive to my needs, worm.”

Heizou

Baby of the group. Small. Evil. Will steal your snacks.

Apparently he was also a trainee alongside Kazuha, but you’ve never seen him around. Honestly, you have no reason to believe he’s lying, so you shrug and go on with your life.

If Venti was being mischievous, then Heizou was the biggest enabler of his endeavors. While he never did anything too insane, Jean would still scold him for not stopping Venti when he went out to grab a martini from his favorite bar.

“Shikanoin, why do you never stop Venti from doing all the weird things he does?”

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You always see Venti going off with an “I’m going to Diluc’s!” and Heizou will always wave with a “Have fun! Bring some for me while you’re at it.”

“Well, before I am a friend I am an enabler.” You deadpan as he rewatches his individual practice, “It’s fun to see what my dear leader will bring back.”

“That’s… it?”

“What more reason do I need? Sometimes you need something fun in your life to keep things interesting.”

He’s certainly a character. His intro post had him appear a bit more serious and straightforward, but he seemed to only keep his “straightforward” part of his character consistent.

You like to rewatch the 6reeze intro post from time to time just to remember how the boys are actually supposed to act. Venti and his iconic “Ehe~,” Kazuha’s soft voice emanating a boyish tone, Scaramouche’s somewhat cocky attitude. The only one that diverges a lot would be Shikanoin’s.

He seemed more laid back than the intro post made him to be. Although still an intellectual, he’s more than happy to cause a bit of trouble for especially you. You still aren’t sure why.

“He made me troubleshoot his mic twice today. Twice!”

“Ehe, really? It seemed like he was just trying to get on your nerves.”

Venti sips his water as you sigh loudly. You were slowly learning idols were more trouble than they were worth.

“But why? I’m too stupid to understand the logic of a guy like that.”

Venti exhales after drinking his water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up to stretch his arms above his head.

“Maybe the boy has an itty bitty crush on you? Personally, I think it’s quite adorable that he thinks he can steal you away from me.”

“Venti, you…”

Venti laughs in your face at the warmth spreading across your face. You might not see it, but Venti could tell how your ears betrayed you.

Unbeknownst to you, Venti peaked behind you to see a young maroon haired idol casting him a particularly nasty glare. He winks and sticks his tongue out in typical Scaramouche fashion, making Heizou clench his water bottle until it’s basically flattened.

“Aww, don’t be like that Dove! Anyways, love to stay and chat, but a certain Kuni caught on to the fact that I made another edit of his face so I need to hide until Jean catches me!”

And off he goes. You huff, running a hand over your face and closing your eyes. When you open them, you're startled to find the youngest member of 6reeze right in front of you.

“Archons, Shikanoin, you scared the hell out of me!”

As you get up from your chair, Heizou stands behind you.

“What did Venti tell you?”

You check the time before shoving your phone into your back pocket.

“It’s nothing, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I will worry about it if he’s telling you things he shouldn’t.”

He crosses his arms at you. You awkwardly shrug, you honestly don’t know how to say it without embarrassing him.

“Really, it’s nothing serious, Shikanoin. Besides, I think he was just trying to get to you.”

“In that case, he won’t get mad if I respond in turn right?”

He tugs you forward, your noses barely a centimeter apart. You stop breathing and tense up, feeling his breath hit your face.

“I can’t be faulted if I get defensive about what he said about me, right?”

~OMAKE~

You scroll through your phone, going past all the edits of the boys you came to work and care for. One particular one makes you pause to read it. It’s one of those imagines you see about old boy bands from the early 2010s, those wackass weird ones that you think are parody but are so serious.

You take the time to read through it:

IMAGINE

Venti throwing a grape at you with a playfull smile. You decide to throw one back at him, but you miss so he starts laughing at you. You get so upset that you throw the entire plate at him, knocking him unconscious.

You pause, reading it over a couple times and laughing harder each time. You click on the account to see whether this person was either a masterful troll or a 12 year old that actually wrote this genuinely.

And when you see the “(yes this is parody who in their right mind would find this hot)” in their bio, you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. You’re so glad you decided to ditch your tea today, otherwise you’d probably throw up from laughing so hard.

You click on their most recent post, breathing uneven as you put a hand over your mouth to keep your giggles from spilling out.

Imagine:

xiao crawling inside your ear. you tell him to stop but he is in there

You let out a laugh that sounds more like a bird squawking. Your face feels so hot and you can feel the bile rising from your throat.

“Um, (Y/N), are you okay?”

Aether looks at you concerned, probably because at some point you fell out of your chair rather loudly. You feel drool at the corner of your mouth and you wipe it with your sleeve. Aether offers his hand towards you and you grab it.

You propel yourself up and lean against the wall, still giggling. You probably look drunk and insane, but you can’t get what you just read out of your head.

“Ehehe, sorry Aether, I’m f-fine. I just found some-something funny while internet scrolling, don’t worry about it-hrnk…”

The blonde idol watches as you bent over to laugh.

“If you say so… What’d you find that got you laughing like a psycho?”

You take a deep breath in before turning to him, “Do you really want to know?”

You see in your peripheral that he nods, so you tap onto the account again and show him one of the imagines you found about the whole group.

*IMAGINE*

imagine seeing the 6reeze tour bus and you run toward it but they run over you and you die. And when they bury you they dance on your grave.

You watch as Aether’s face scrunching up more and more in confusion and start laughing again, doubling over in laughter.

“What’s so funny, (Y/N)?”

Heizou turns the corner to see Aether holding your phone in mass confusion and you on the wall losing your mind.

Aether notices him and gives him a weird smile, giving your phone back to you.

“Hey there, Heizou. Don’t worry about it too much, it’s nothing that needs your focus. In fact I think it would be better for you not to see.”

Heizou pouts and crosses his arms, very much acting like a child, “Well now you’ve got my full attention. Show me, dear (Y/N).”

“Of course, Shikanoin, anything for you!”

Imagine:

Having to bail Scaramouche out of jail because he stole kale smoothies

You laugh at his reaction louder than you did Aether’s, and you hear another voice from around the same corner Heizou came from.

“Dove? What’s happening over here?”

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Impartial sins

Chapter 1: Mafia run

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Warnings: language, death, sexual themes, Mafia, mentions of being drunk, mentions of hypersexuality. If I missed something let me know. If you are uncomfortable with this, don't read!

Stupid fuckin’ Mafia boss thinks he can do whatever he wants… Forcing me to go on late missions.. How annoying.. I sigh and hold up my sniper, load, aim, wait for the perfect moment and… Fire! The next part no one ever mentions, exit the scene.

Ok, now for the next target. I open my messenger bag and pull out his documents, let's see… Roger Flemming, real pervert. Easy target. Meet him next to a nearby bar, ok… it's gonna be raining soon. Let's get this over with.

I wait next to the bar in an alleyway. How slow can one guy be? Damn. I finally see him exit the bar, clearly drunk out of his wits. Man this is gonna be gross. He quickly sets his eyes on me stumbling over to me.

“Hey, what's someone like you doing alone out here?..” he said, his speech slurring. “Waiting for someone Like you” I said, slowly backing into the alleyway. Thankfully, he followed. Man, perverts are stupid..

He backed me against the wall. I quickly pull out my knife and stab him in the stomach. Five… ten… fifteen times. Someone's coming… nowhere to hide.. that air vent.. I climb the wall and quickly wedge myself between the wall and air vent.

Hide…. Conceal yourself… I let out a breath and listen to them. “Ah, it seems we walked in on a crime scene, my lord” one of them said. His aura is subtle but terrifying. I can't sense his emotions… it's all over the place.

The other one laughs, “yes, it seems we have! I wonder who did this.. can you sense anyone barbatos?” He doesn't answer for a bit. Stay calm, stay focused. “It doesn't seem like I can…” he says, sounding rather.. disappointed?

They finally leave the alleyway a few minutes later but I stay up there for a few extra minutes. It's been ten minutes… they should be gone by now… I jump down and run out of the alleyway, get home… fuckin’ rain..

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I drop my towel on the floor after drying my hair. I need to do my hair.. Maybe I'll braid it?.. nah, I'll just put in a ponytail today. Braids tomorrow! I think to myself as I put my hair in a ponytail. Alright, I guess I'll sketch some tattoos..

I'm not sleepy right now so yeah, music and sketching! I sit on my bed and I grab my sketchbook and pencil. Where was I… right, what kind of tattoo… hypersexuality, maybe? Should it look like a tramp stamp or maybe a bit more serious..

I'll do both and see which one I want. For the tramp stamp, I'll need a reference. I open Pinterest and search tramp stamps. These two are nice.. “Sage which one do you think?” I ask, holding my phone in front of her.

She meows and paws at one that looks more like vines. I nod and start sketching, instead of a heart I'll use a butterfly with a semicolon. Ok, now for colors.. I'll figure it out after doing the more serious version. Should I use the butterfly again?...

Maybe I'll use a heart with a semicolon?... Fuck it, I'll do both.

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My hands are cramping… I stretch out my hands and put up my sketchbook and pencil. Still not tired, might as well try though. I yawn and lay down turning on my fan as I get under the covers. Something doesn't feel right… Maybe it's paranoia..

Fun Fact: Ace is known as the mafia's most deadly weapon.

A/N: Me and my friend actually made a hypersexuality tattoo for ourselves. I might show it.

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Valentine's nightmare

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Yan! Modern! Pantalone x Modern! Ex-idol! Reader x Yan! Modern! gangster! Childe

Using Childe's actual name

Tw: R18+, use of pet names/ using Sir, sexual themes(just a couple of crumbs), implied drug use, r18, bondage, death threats(implied), blackmail (kinda?), violation, knife play/food play, dub-con(?), allegations.

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“I promised; that you and I are going to have a feast on the day of harvest. And we will have our fill of our chalice. A toast to our never ending baptism in sin and flaw. May we douse ourselves of greed's decadence, never again taste the light at the end of the tunnel.” - Scribe

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The meet and greet didn't go so smoothly, and you were expecting it. There are loads of questions that come to you about why you left. If you're being honest, your manager told you that'll be your last concert. You couldn't stop crying as you couldn't renew the contract as told by your lawyer.

Tears stained your pillow. You lived alone in a quaint little city you call home. You had posters of when your band first launched. Figurines decorated the acrylic stands with books, magazines or even that odd skull shaped paperweight next to it.

You recount all the terrible 'conspiracy theories' that made your stomach churn. Rumors to incite against you, it started when you climbed up the ranks. Other singers and staff members started to get into accidents. Your other teammates are cautious of you too, and it puzzled everyone.

"Mister fluffkins." Grabbing the stuffed toy next to the bed and hugging it. "Am I really a terrible person?" Rubbing your cheek with it. So silly, thinking a simple toy would answer you. "I guess, I do need some fresh air…" It doesn't hurt to go out once in a while.

So you change out of your clothes and freshen up. You have to say, it does feel nice to be out in the open like any other person. Nearly every store you went into has snippets of your band’s song. So you tried to avoid it to not let the situation get to you.

Lunch time, currently at the park bench eating some Ice cream. You had a couple of rolled cakes from a vending machine, maybe you should give one cake away.

"Hmm, maybe I should call up Childe. It has been a while." At least two months since you've last seen him, you're beginning to miss him.

Without her knowing, some group of thugs noticed her. Thinking it'll be some easy stuff to nab her. "Hey, missy. Need some company?" Sneered one with a baseball bat.

"Uhm… " You tried to ignore them but it only agro them.

"Miss, we'll be good to you.-"

"In what way, gentlemen?" You heard a familiar voice. From behind is Childe, who wrapped an arm around your neck.

"Huh, you're-" the ruffian's lackey seemed to notice Childe.

"The Tartaglia gang from down the lane right? Come here, girlie. Let's get away from these guys and I'll show you around. I'm sure you'll like to look at a beautiful scene instead."

" Wait, Juju. Let's just go-" one tried to pull your harasser away from the scene.

"don't ignore us, pretty boy! " He broke free and tried to punch the ginger haired man.

" Usually, I'd play a bit more. But in this case. Close your eyes and ears, girlie." He ordered before going in, dodging a punch by sidestepping. In comes another punch to the side from the thug. Childe decided to give an uppercut to end the charade in one fell swoop, causing the towering man to tumble over.

"Tell your boss, I'll be looking forward to that discipline of yours." You couldn't see it, but the lackeys know what he meant by discipline. Him beating the fuck out of them.

"Yes, sir! Sorry!" They scurry off, carrying their fallen ally. Childe turns to you and smiles.

"I told you to look away." He says walking over to you. You checked up on him for any hidden injuries, only for him to pull your hands away when you were about to check his shirt.

"Childe, what if you got hurt?" To which he replied with a hearty laugh.

"Awe, that's sweet of you to care so much about me. Pumpkin." You sighed and let go of him, scratching your head. Your ice cream got thrashed on the ground but at least some of your things aren't disturbed.

"Thanks, anyway, Childe." You thanked him

"Nah, no problem." An idea seemed to sparked in his mind and grabbed your hand.

" Oh yeah, ___. Are you free later this Saturday? "

A pit in your stomach made you furrow your brows together. "Childe, you've known me since high school." You sighed, and as usual he tried to ask you out.

" Please, a friend of mine told me to have a date by then. If I bring Tonya instead, he'll make fun of me." He pouted, which is kinda true. There would be one person who would jest that he didn't get a date, and his foster father would just try and set him up with someone's daughter he knows of.

" Please, I'll treat you with some of that (pref. Food) downtown after that!" He bowed his head and put his hands together, you're familiar with that hand gesture since he had mentioned he's friends with a guy from a certain area that's riddled with other gang members.

" Childe… " You sighed before giving your answer.

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" Childe! Slow down!" You screeched, holding onto his waist as tightly as possible. A few days have passed, after buying a brand new outfit for Childe's invitation. You felt uneasy about this, especially when you're nearly crying to dear life.

"Haha! Sorry ____, it's the fastest way to get there since you took too long to get ready! " With glee he takes such a thrill in the situation. Especially with you so close to him, he could feel your chest on his back. His heart was pumping in anticipation.

"Childe!" Cold wind hit your face as you closed your eyes and held on for dear life. Zooming past numerous people and a couple of warning signs to slow down. You both were lucky that the Police didn't seem to notice his speed limit.

Infront is a very fancy restaurant, your manager tried to take you to this particular establishment before you left. 'Poison ou Poisson' sounds pretty intimidating to you.

"You didn't tell me that it was this fancy." Now you feel silly wearing a simple dress.

"You're worrying too much, babe. He's understanding." He's never this dismissive to her, it only deepens her concern of this friend of hers.

"But Childe… " you mumbled as he pulled you into the restaurant where many eyes were placed on you from other customers and staff.

Nervous as a squirrel, you fiddle with your hands while Childe talks to the server.

Up came a man clad in black and hints of blues and purples. "Ah, 'Childe', welcome. And who is this lovely lady of yours?" The light lipped man kissed your hand. Velvet-y voice could lull you to sleep if he wanted. Blushing you replied, stuttering mess.

"That name sounds familiar, but nevertheless. It's a lovely name for a woman like yourself" He knows, yet coys with you.

"Th-thank you, sir..?" You noticed that he hasn't batted an eye due to his eyes covered by his lashes.

"Please, just 'Sir' is enough." As much as he would love to tell you his actual name. The bliss of hearing you say sir incites a hidden joy within him.

"Childe, why did you bring her here? I told you; 'come here at this date.' not with a date." The affluent man sighed, but not out of exasperation. Gloved hand partially covered his face before a twisted smile arose, hidden behind it. Overhearing their conversation from mister fluffkins's mic in her room while she's dressing up. So he had to hurry up and rent out the entire place and fill it with his own hand-picked staff so none would be the wiser.

"You told me last time." Childe, pouted. If you had known better, this would be considered an interactive, and elaborate play. Starring you as the protagonists' love interest.

"Gentlemen and Lady, your seats are ready." The waiter says.

" Let's go, you two." 'Sir' gestures for both Childe and you to come with him to the table. The most private table out of the rest.

The meal was silent for the most part, it only feeds your gnawing anxiety as it goes on. Occasionally, you'd see the bifocaled man eyeing you during the conversation while you eat the strawberries off the cake first.

"You liked strawberries, yes?" He said after placing the strawberry from his cake to yours. Childe went away probably to the restrooms.

"Here." He took a piece of his cake and offered his fork to you. You were hesitant with that, looking back at his face. That perturbed smile rests on his face, his eyes ever so slightly open.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" His lips pursed a bit, his head tilted to one side. Curious, why you aren't that interested in the fruit nor the cake like you'd usually do.

"N-nothing, it's just that. You remind me of someone, yet at the same time I don't know anyone with your face nor voice." Which is true, but to be honest you pulled that out of your ass.

This thought alone entertained Pantalone, and his fox-like smile returned. "Hmm, maybe we did cross paths once." He pushed the fork gently to your ruby tinted lips.

"But that's no use to think about, try living in the now, little miss." He didn't want to open the wounds, hearing those cries in the night whenever you hugged mister fluffkins. It breaks his heart, he wishes to just pull you into his embrace and murder the bastards that dare whisper terrible things into your ear.

But now you're here, with him. Since he was so insistent with feeding you cake, you opened your mouth. He wondered what that candied lips of yours taste like, he had dreams of it every night.

There's chocolate sauce next to their plate, surely Tartaglia wouldn't mind if Pantalone took a bit of initiative. Dipping the fruit in the dark substance, and feeding it to her. Who hesitantly ate it and got some of the sauce on her lip.

"There's some chocolate.." He pointed at his own lip to where the dip had stained your perfect lips. Of course, you got a napkin and tried to wipe it off, successfully.

He got closer with his own napkin to wipe it off. "Silly, it's over here." There's a strong odor wafting from the napkin as he wipe the stain, inhaling it causing her to feel drowsy.

"Ah… "You hold on to Pantalone's hand, he looked surprised at the notion. "S-sorry but, I need to go now." Eyelids blinking slowly, as if fluttering to sleep. So you stood up and tried to walk away.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my Rose." He managed to catch you as you nearly fell down. Everything's so dizzy and distant.

"Ajax, you simpleton! You were supposed to meet me alone!" You could hear Childe's faint voice from behind.

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"Oh my, she’s cute down there, but even cuter on my lap.” You're awake, but didn't dare to move, all you know is that you're restrained. Hands bound from behind, eyes blindfolded and your mouth gagged.

"You claim to know her personally, but do you really?" Pantalone hummed, a click of something and a couple of thuds. Are they playing a game while you're being held hostage? For what? There are other more wealthy people than you. You're nothing more than a fallen pop star sensation.

"Oh yea? Name that one guy who made her cry every night for four months." Childe seemed pissed as another satisfying click like glass was heard. He tsk'd, he probably missed and lost focus. But your ex-boyfriend from college? The one who left you for that one night hooker?

"Is that it? A toddler could answer that one. Try again, Ajax the lesser." You could have sworn you could hear him snigger at 'Childe'. Making the next player's chance at striking hit something out of frustration.

" Why you-! " Ajax broke something wooden.

“Then if you really know her, why did she get into the entertainment industry?” Pantalone crooned, as calm as you could picture him. He wouldn't dare to make a fool of himself in your presence.

"Oh… ohhhhh." Realization hits the skirmish loving man like a brick, or rather a cue stick from behind his head.

"Indeed, why not show her to just let us love her instead of her needing others' approval." Suddenly Pantalone's footsteps come over to you, caressing your cheek so lovingly. He knows.

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(DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE 'DESSERT' PROCEED TO THE NEXT LINE BREAKER)

"Look at her, so wet." Something tore your top part open like a knife then followed by hands groping you. "Mm." One moaned between your legs, like a starved man. His hands gripped on your thighs when you closed

Whimpers were muffled by a ball gag that they forced on you. Drool dripping down your chin, you could feel someone kissing your neck. "Gods… This is better than I imagined." Groaned what you assumed is Childe or Ajax rather, mouth pressed up to your clothed sex. Embarrassed, you tried to press together your legs to separate him and yourself. But it only pulled him closer, having to kiss and worship you.

"She loves it." The flirtatious man whom you've just met mumbled in your ear, fondling your exposed skin and leaving love marks on your neck from behind. Deft hand cut the underwear off letting Ajax dig in like an actual child getting their favorite meal. Amused as you writhe in a fraction pleasure of what they could do to you on his lap.

"Be a good girl and let us love you." The Regrator teased your ear before rubbing the little nub above your slit, he felt your body squirm against him. Undoing the gag before capturing your lips with his. Your legs stretched and toes curled in delight while it rests on Ajax's shoulder, haggard breaths and sob like whines echoed in the room.

"We have a long night ahead of us, Rose. You'll love it here." He groans when he feels you grinding against his crotch.

All you could do is mumble such nonsensical words, brain turning mush. Just hearing your satisfied indulgence, only pushes them to do more with you. The sweet scent from the incense fills your mind with one thing only.

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You did it, you escaped! Laughing and wailing at your new found freedom, laying in wait as you try to flee to your parents' home.

"What..?" You looked at them in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, ____. You need to find a husband, we're not always here for you." Your mother cried while your father looked away at the contract they signed their daughter away for.

Voices echoed in your mind, as bells chimed closer to your inevitable fate had in mind since the day you were born.

"You can't escape from us, darling Rose."

" From this point on, your husbands are going to take good care of you."

The things I do for y'all. Happy Saints and Souls day(s)

Tag: @youyue , @mellowwillowy

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #childe x y/n #yandere pantalone #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #yandere childe

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octo-in-the-mainframe · 4 months

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Deltarune Stuff I Think Might Happen Before the Next Chapters Come Out (so I can say I was right)

Papyrus is the Knight. (I have a whole essay on this I just haven't edited it yet).

Gaster won't be evil, but he will be an antagonist at some point.

Gaster will probably make an appearance in Chapter 6, maybe in the Bunker.

Noelle is the angel.

Every Undertale main character will go to a Dark World, except maybe Alphys and probably Mettaton (Unless the whole town turns into a Dark World).

My reasoning is that Toriel, Asgore and Asirel are so obviously important, Toriel is already in a Dark World, Undyne is most likely coming along for the ride, and Sans and Papyrus are connected to Gaster and also Noelle and Dess through Snowdin and the weird bonus content for the Xbox version of Undertale.

Sans will die in the Weird Route, giving us an actual "No Mercy" Papyrus battle.

(I know this sounds edgy but like...Sans is the ONLY main character who doesn't die unless it's a No Mercy Route, mad sus).

Nightmare Knight will be used in some way for the Knight's theme.

Megalo Strike Back will make an appearance, possibly in whatever potential Gaster battle track we get.

Dess has more to do with the secret bosses than we think.

Dess is trapped in a NEO Dark World and/or the Depths.

The Secret Boss Soul Modes are based off the colors behind Sweet Capn' Cakes in the room where you can make them play their Jingle Bells remix.

Asriel is to Dess as Kris is to Noelle.

Gaster is 666, Chara is 999, Papyrus is 333. (I don't remember what the 3's stand for but there was a reason, or if this even matters in context to Deltarune).

Spade King will have an arc dependent on if you manage to recruit everyone, though I don't know if it will mean redemption. I've seen people get really mad at this idea and honestly? As long as it's a sensitive portrayal and has him apologize to Lancer and do better going forwards I'll be fine with it. I only really think this might be true because of how he is in Chapter 2, and that it would be weird to have the only guy actually criticizing you for your actions to be just straight up an evil guy you can ignore. Also, abusers are people too, and fandom spaces have a really hard time accepting that forgiving and growing is just as realistic as cutting the abusive person off. (shout out to @nukedimplosion for putting this into way better words than I could).

And now, for how I think the message of the game will present itself...

The game likes to tell you your choices don't matter right off the bat. I have a hard time believing the "No one can choose who they are in this world" person to be the same guy who was so nice about our "WONDERFUL CREATION," so I'm going to assume there are two different people talking to us.

I think this other person could be Dess.

Gaster, who has survived despite being shattered across space and time, Gaster, who has managed to connect with us, the real world, is ultimately someone who wants to change fate. Pushing and pushing until he gets the result he wants. I think Gaster believes that our choices mean everything. Why else would he gives us a character creator of all things?

But the other voice...

They do not believe in choices. They've been stuck in this pit of nothing, forced to keep going knowing everyone they love is living on without them. They most likely know about the secrets of this world now, having spent so long in its depths. Dess takes away the character creator, forcing you into Kris's body because she didn't get to choose. But some part of her, deep, deep down, wants to believe she still has a choice. So, she put us in someone who has even a slight chance to Find Her.

Someone who remembers the day she disappeared.

Someone who remembers the Bunker. Noelle isn't any help, no matter how much she misses her. Noelle blocks everything out. Asriel is out of town.

It has to be Kris.

It has to be.

And on the other hand, Gaster is optimistic, but some part of him realizes that this could all be for nought too. I think it would be really cool if we have an optimist desperate for freedom, and a pessimist who won't let herself believe in a way out.

(To clarify, I realize this has little to no evidence to back it up, it's just using what we DO have and filling in the blanks with the vibes I get from the characters. Like, I do genuinely believe Gaster likes us and the world of Deltarune. I don't think he's evil or anything. With the tiny bit of info we have on Dess, she seemed like a protective but fun older sister. I think she would feel ashamed for not being able to take care of Noelle while she's stuck, and after having been a very assertive person in her life, feeling hopeless when faced with the seemingly impossible to escape depths for years. Of course, I could be wrong, and she actually has some sick plans for the future or something, and Gaster could be more malicious than he seems. But who knows?)

Oh, and before I get someone asking why Papyrus would overthrow the three kings, every Knight candidate needs a reason to do this, and none of them make sense until we get more context. Another thing: all of the Knight candidates that seem possible either haven't been seen yet or are side content. (Or are Kris. And. I have so many reasons why I don't think they're the Knight. At least, not THE Knight). It's very likely that any of them could be built up in the next couple chapters.

Heck, I think we might see them in Chapter 3, curious as to why a new Dark Fountain has been opened. It would be a neat way to introduce them to the group, being in someone else's Dark World, where they're not fully in control. We would also get to see how they'd act towards the Darkeners of Kris's Dark World. We would be able to get some of their personality, without them being the main focus. At the very least, I think we'll get more hints so they will actually be a satisfying reveal with what we're given. Though, this might result in too many characters...hmm...

Anyway, I think that's it.

I might come back to this if I have more, and depending on how the 14th goes, we might have some new stuff to theorize over.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #papyrus #gaster #dess holiday #kris dreemurr #noelle holiday #sans #knight deltarune

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gooeygoldies · 4 months

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More pokemon? More pokemon

Realizing as I'm posting this that I'm only doing the ladies,, as it should!! They're on my mind constantly 🫶 posting them together as it should! I'm going to ramble more under the cut thing

First of all! The Boss!

Not her full team actually, because I can't decide quite on her last two pokemon,, still, the ones I wrote stand strong there to me!

Rapidash is a stand-in for the Andalusian, and the regular form I feel is most fitting; as in the anime (if I'm not remembering wrong) it's stated that Ponyta's flames at least will only burn those it doesn't trust. Now Togekiss! The Jubilee pokemon! To tie in her title as The Joy. It is also a pokemon representing peace, and thus very elusive to see.

Then Basculegion, which according to its lore, evolved from a Basculin fueled by other dead basculin souls, which I feel fits with the losing of comrades in battle during war (plus, a ghost type to connect her to The Sorrow)

Last of her choices I'm sure of would be Mienshao (if you saw me assign that one to Meryl and now backtrack no you didn't) which is the CQC tie in, agile and deadly!

For the penultimate slot, firstly I was thinking Absol for its ability of forewarning danger and tragedy, useful in the battlefield I feel! And it also ties in with Absol quite disliking conflict, and being shunned by others for trying to protect its land,, I feel she could connect with that. But also, Maybe a clefable to have that space theme somewhere!

And for her last last spot,, I would love to give her a legendary,, thinking Cobalion or Suicune for this fact! Both noble beasts! The former being the leader of its own group of strong pokemon, and a very calm, powerful and respected pokemon. But for Suicune's case, the grace and it being a symbol of purity also fits in quite nicely.

Now... Strangelove! (I'll end soon don't worry)

I didn't write her whole team out, but the most important of all here would be Floette. Which, very similar to AZ's, holds an uncommon flower for its species; holding specifically one of the red flowers found around the Boss's dying place. But it can't use Light of ruin,,, as much as Strangelove would benefit from that (anti men laser beam go!!!!!!)

Next, Vivillion. Icy snow pattern,,, it looks nice I'm sorry there's thematic tie-ins here tho it's mostly the aesthetic,, BUT!! The butterflies appearing in the boss AI!! And the fact I made Otacon have a few bug types (I'll talk about him some other day)

And her last two would be a female Meowstic, as they are much more agressive than the male counterpart and quite proud and powerful Pokemon; and a Lunatone! To relate to her time in NASA and the space mission she went alongside the Boss.

Okay rambles over,, for today! I am way in deep with this I am insane!!!!!!

#metal gear solid #mgs #pokemon au #the boss #boss mgs #strangelove mgs

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bahamutgames · 9 months

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ENCHANTED AFTERTHOUGHTS

Game: Enchanted Arms (January 12, 2006)

Console: Xbox 360

Rough day so far. Trying to unwind a little bit by taking care of some non-work related stuff. So I figure this is the perfect time to talk about Enchanted Arms! I beat this game on the first of September, but even 5 days later I can't stop thinking about it. There's something really special about this game and I want to be the one to tell YOU why you should check it out... Although maybe not cause I'll be talking about some spoilers I guess. Oops.

As always, this isn't a review yadda yadda ect ect. I'm just spilling my thoughts about how I felt from playing through it. Not meant to be a guide for if you should play, it's just me talking about video games. Always try ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I talk about here if it interests you at all.

SOME ENCHANTED ARMS SPOILERS AHEAD, IF YOU EVEN CARE U_U

Opening

I'm not 100% sure how I found out about this game. It was on youtube I believe. Either a video for underrated or bad RPGs I genuinely cannot recall lol. But I remember thinking it actually looked really cool! And last year I managed to find a copy for under $10 on ebay and decided, hey why the heck not? And gave it a shot. I made slow progress on it through August but FINALLY managed to wrap it up in September. Like I said earlier, I haven't stopped thinking about it since. It's a janky little game but I think it's a special game too.

Stuff I liked

So, first and foremost. This is an XBOX 360 JRPG. Which is a very odd era for turnbased RPGs to exist in just in general. They tend to be kinda janky and feel a little cheap in some ways? But this just makes them extremely charming in my opinion. They're so few and far in between on 7th generation consoles but ESPECIALLY 360. So I find them all to be extremely charming in spite of their flaws. And this applies to Enchanted Arms as well. All the weirdness and jank just kinda makes it more endearing.

You play as Atsuma, a hot blooded anime-protagonist type guy (who is also an honorary edgy badboy made in a lab! You love to see it.) As he goes on a quest to save his 2 best friends who vanished after a powerful devil golems is freed. He meets new friends and discovers a lot about himself while finding a way to save the world. Kinda basic stuff but the story does manage to do some VERY interesting things. It has a big moral on relying on others, not doing things alone, sticking to what you believe in no matter what, but also some tougher stuff like when helping others just becomes about helping yourself, ect ect. It's a lot of themes I really love and love seeing tackled and I think Enchanted Arms really does a good job with a lot of the ideas! I really loved seeing how the 4 main teammates grow and come to really trust each other. And I thought the whole finale and concept of Infinity was SUPER cool. Infinity was such a freaky and interesting final boss. And while I won't spoil it completely, the way you kill him was very cool.

The characters are certainly a high point in my opinion. Again, I LOVE Atsuma. I'm a huge sucker for protagonists and he has pretty much everything I love. Stupid? Check. Edgy badboy made in a lab? Check. Happy-go-lucky? Check. Has to do some soul searching through the game? Check. Evil fucked up arm that does crazy shit he can't explain? Check check check! But the other characters are good too! I liked Karin is a little annoying but generally I'd say her mean attitude is funny more than it is off putting. Plus the cooking scene was very good. Raigar is cool and I used him a TON during the game. And Yuki is hilarious, she may have been one of the funniest next to Atsuma. And they all have great chemistry, I loved how they tease each other but also help and comfort each other. It's a small party but I think focusing on just 4 teammates really helped the game out in the long run!

Even other things like just the world concept. The lore behind the golem wars is cool, I like the different city concepts and how they're based on real world locations. And even small world building details like how everyone hates Atsuma at school, to the point where there's an afterschool club for hating on him. Or how everyone loves Toya. There's neat concepts like a girl in another city who knows Atsuma, but you don't really know her unless you actually read the tie in comic. There's small world building stuff like that, which you'd expect from an RPG probably. But still! It's neat!

Outside of just the story, the gameplay is really interesting. The overworld is pretty standard walking around dungeons type stuff. But in combat is where it gets really interesting. It's turnbased, but rather than being just regular turnbased combat, it has strategy elements infused into it. So you actually move your characters around a grid, and your attacks only attack certain tiles on the enemy grid (if you've ever played Ikenfell, it's VERY similar to that!) So fights require a little bit more strategy and thinking than just mashing through them. Even basic enemy encounters can topple you if you're not playing smart. While this can make some encounters a total pain, believe me, ultimately I think it benefits the game more than hurts it.

And its not just the combat itself that's unique. The way stats work and characters upgrade is pretty interesting. You have all the usual stats and level ups you'd expect. But where most of your stat increases come from is actually a skill currency you get from battles that you can spend on upgrading stats or learning new moves. It's interesting! And allows you to customize your team how you see fit to match your playstyle! Which is nice! There's some other stuff like friendship points, combos, and overdrive attacks. But I'll be perfectly honest, I never got a grasp on what these were lol. But I think they all play into eachother and helping you build meter for super powerful EX attacks?

And then, something that kinda surprised me about this game. It has a small monster collection aspect to it? As you progress you can find golems to fight in the overworld who will join your team if you beat them, as well as golems you can buy from shops to join you. Golems act as additional teammates who all have their own unique attacks with unique tile layouts they can hit. You can also upgrade them with their skillpoints uniquely. So while they don't learn new skills, they can still be useful and serve to help fill holes in your team composition. For example, I got HUGE use out of the first golem you get in the story, Taigalion, because they can power up 2 teammates without having to waste those teammates turns. Or Eternity, a later game golem, who could use Gravity on some bosses to help me cheese the fights. It's neat!

Outside of all that? I'd say the highlights are the graphics and especially the music! The graphics aren't AMAZING but sometimes I think they can look REALLY good. Particularly in the environments! The Ice Castle, the Marsh, the Woods, even just the overworld field all look INCREDIBLE in my opinion! And relistening to the OST now, it's SO good! I forgot how many good songs were in this. Towards Reconstruction, Day at the Academy, and Reborn are all good ones. And the final boss theme was so haunting. And there's more I could praise about the visuals like the cool menu designs, that equipment shows up on your character (which is always a plus) and how cool all the different golems can look! But I think it might be time to move on!

Stuff I didn't like

Yeah it's not perfect. Starting with smaller stuff, there's a bit to be desired on the characters. Reading the manga that came with the game made me really wish they had opted for a more anime look for the humans than the slightly more realistic approach the game has.

And while I DO like the outfits of the main 4 teammates for the most part. I think Raigar's outfit is a little weird. And Makoto (we'll get to him) and Toya, Atsuma's 2 best friends, are just totally dripless. Toya mostly just cause of his rat tail, a better hair cut to fix it. But Makoto. He wears clogs what more do I gotta say?

Okay I'll go into it really quick cause Makoto is kind of a mess. He's a huge homophobic stereotype, I think having a gay teammates RULES! And having him be in love with another team mate is great. But now like this. He's the one with the blonde hair + exposed midriff on the right on the bottom image if you wanna go peek. But he's like, almost a sexual harasser in some ways and he's ABSOLUTELY played as like "ew gross he's GAY zomg 0_o" Even having a stereotype gay voice and GENUINELY saying "YAAAAAAAAAAAS" super high pitched during some of his attacks which is... So nuts that anyone thought this was a good idea. Spoilers but he returns later in the game with a new disguise that's supposed to be straight but has his chest fully exposed revealing a big scar. You failed this so hard, FromSoftware. Like. How? How did you fuck this up?

ANYWAY! outside of that there's some smaller gripes like the voice acting being not super great. Again a lot of the human designs are kinda meh. Stuff like that. But I think I really need to wrap this up by complaining about some serious gameplay issues I have.

So first off, the golems are totally underused. Once I got 4 teammates I VERY rarely found myself ever pulling out my golems again. Which is a shame cause that's such a big mechanic. While I don't totally mind I think being able to upgrade and customize the golems further would have made me care about them in the second act of the game. But even if I were still using them by that point, I doubt I would have been able to OBTAIN much more. I tried to get every golem I found in the overworld. But partway through the game the fights just become such bullshit. ALWAYS letting the golems go first, then wipe your team with instakill attacks. It's so stupid. So a lot of the golems got left behind in my playthrough anyway.

Then there's the gravity status. This becomes less of an issue later when Karin learns a status ailment curing move. But Gravity is a status ailment that means you can no longer move on the grid. EVER AGAIN. Unless you can cure yourself, status ailments never go away. Meaning if someone gets hit by gravity, even an enemy, they are STUCK until they die. Which is great cause it lets you cheese some fights if you get a boss stuck where they can't hit you. But if that happens to you? You're done! Game over!

But where this game really struggles is with balancing. Some fights are INSANELY easy. Letting you breeze through them with no issues. While some fights are insane slogs that take FOREVER to finish. Some big examples are 1-on-1 fights, which usually devolve into whoever goes first (which is ALWAYS the enemy in these cases) winning so you just have to spam health items. But there are more specific cases of weird balancing too. Such as the Warlord of Earth who randomly deals INSANE damage and takes minimal damage themselves. Dragging the fight out FOREVER. Or the first of 8 (YES 8) final boss phases which can only be hit by Atsuma but also instakills Atsuma? So I had to go grind in the fucking casino for HOURS just to build up the money to buy him enough skill points to raise his health high enough to survive that stupid instakill attack (I did 3000 but people were suggesting 7000 hp. It takes FOREVER to do the casino grind by the way. I won't describe it here but good lord.) And it'll always be just for stupid little reasons that you get totally knee capped during a fight like this. It's frustrating. You wanna save your money for weapons and skills but ultimately you kinda need to spend tons of money on items just to be able to survive tons of bullshit.

Now I will say, for all the bullshit with balancing and just roadblocking you with bullshit. Enchanted Arms does a good job at making sure the enemies play the same game as you. Which is something a lot of games struggle to do. Enemies are all susceptible to status ailments, even most bosses. Enemies ALSO have to manage how many attacks they can do before they must recharge like you do. They're susceptible to the same weaknesses you are. Which is nice. Again a lot of games don't do that. But Enchanted Arms does which makes the game just that tiny bit easier thankfully.

I have some other complaints, like, it's an expensive ass game to clear. Requiring TONS of money to buy everything you need, which leads me to believe the casino is required in a weird way which sucks. Or how there's a weakness system but it kind of makes no sense? (If you're weak to something, it means they're also weak to YOU so it's kind of pointless imo). Or the insane amount of tutorials the game tries to give you which ALL devolve into "go here, press A. Done." It's actually more insane than a Mario & Luigi game lmao. But I think we're done here.

Final Thoughts

As I kept writing more and more things to praise and criticize just kept popping into my brain! There's just SO much to say about Enchanted Arms. I'm kind of shocked. There were times I genuinely wanted to snap the disc in half. But now that all is said and done. I really can't help but look back on the adventure fondly. I still feel like I have more to say. I feel like this game is weirdly influential but no one realizes it cause no one played it. I feel like it's such a good game and deserves more attention (IT WAS REMOVED FROM THE XBOX STORE BOOOOO BRING IT BACK) but at the same time it is a clunky game with a lot of short comings. But I still liked it a lot! I'dunno! It's a game that gave me a lot to think about and I think I'll be thinking about it for a long time coming.

At this point I've played 4 Xbox 360 JRPGs. Blue Dragon, Lost Odyssey, Enchanted Arms, and Tales of Vesperia (which I played the Definitive Version but still it started as a 360 game lol) and honestly excluding Lost Odyssey which I hated despite popular opinion. They've all been VERY good. Even Lost Odyssey had high points when it wanted to. So I'm honestly kind of tempted to try and track down and play every 360 JRPG I can get my hands on. Again, it's just a fascinating era for a genre I love. We'll see!

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Thank you for reading! This one feels SO messy but my brain is so filled with this game that I really had to write about it and get it out of my head aha. I appreciate you even just skimming through or even just scrolling all the way to the bottom. Look, if you clicked the link, I appreciate it, okay?

I'm having a rough day at the moment, but honestly I'm so fed up and used to "the bullshit" as it were that I'm genuinely struggling to build up the emotions needed to be upset about the constant downpour of nonstop bullshit that keeps happening to me. So I'll just take that as a good sign and just try to ignore it. What happened can be fixed for a fee but like, GOD DAMN why do I ALWAYS have to do such massive clean ups for things just arbitrarily happening to me.

ANYWAY sorry to vent on gaming tumblr. I'm just a little heated like the Hot Blooded Atsuma! Am I right fellow Enchanters? (That's what we Enchanted Arms fans call ourselves.) Well, anyway. As always, you're welcome to follow me on twitter where I talk more about games I'm currently playing and thinking about!

That's all I got for you today! Go out and play a hidden gem!

#2023 #thoughts

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papersong · 8 months

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hello!

i'm invested in your chicago&tokyo fic and would love to hear literally anything you have to say about it! you could give a whole director's cut, a scene you wanted to expand on, or a snippet of ur fav scene rn and i will look at you with heart eyes <33 ur fics bring incredible joy and the way you write just feels absolutely tender and whole and so visual it definitely is something i strive for in my writing as well

i hope you have a good day and thank you for sharing your work! you've worked hard~

hiya~

i have an outline of the next chapter up in my discord server eyeball emoji

Meta thoughts: - I started this fic when I was living in Chicago, in a way it's a little memoir/love(?) letter to my city. maybe ill finish it in tokyo :3 - i wish more fandom portrayals of kyojuro reached beyond his Exuberant! personality to think about his exuberance-as-defense-mechanism/traditional-slash-conservative upbringing/general eccentricity—not just as a fun character quirk, but in thinking about "how did he come to be like this" and "what are the consequences of being such a weirdo in daily life" and "why do ppl like him so much" - kny isn't necessarily a fave anime, i write fic for worlds that are interesting, but I also have to see the opportunity for a story beyond what's already there. an imperfect story often creates room for reader characters to make a difference. - the reader character is probs my most perfect character (not as in mary-sue perfect, or writerly perfection, but as in "this is probs one of the most decent, mature, and moral ppl you will ever meet in fiction or life"). This "perfection" is plot important for [MASSIVE SPOILER] reasons. A theme I'm interested in, in this fic but also in general, is strength and courage and power taking different forms than fantasy but esp anime teaches us to expect. It's not fighting. It's not rushing headfirst into battle. It's not being able to kill and destroy. Strength is planning + leading to victory. Courage is being afraid and angry and broken but making the right choice regardless. Power is building people up and healing and growing despite everything.

Fun thought: - Anyone notice Sanemi developing a crush on reader huehuehue, I'm surprised by so many ppl secondary-shipping reader with Hakuji because I see them more as a boss/employee or older/younger sib relationship

Now! What you came for! My plan for the next few chapters below the cut.

MASSIVE SPOILERS:

Hakuji becomes a hashira (on technicalities. sort of.)

Hashira training arc: Hakuji gets to yell at all the hashira (probs offscreen.) he was the only one who's been an actual teacher. also the hashira suck at teaching.

Swordsmith village arc: Tanjiro + co kill Hatengu + Kaigaku. Muichiro lives! Reader gets kidnapped by Kokushibo.

Infinite castle arc: Reader kills Kokushibo by letting Yoriichi posess her. Screws up the infinite castle with her blood. Then, Muzan captures and eats her.

This is not how the story ends, I don't write sad fics, but I do like a cliffhangers so I'll let y'all guess how reader + co finagle their way out of this ufufufufuf

#papersong replies #anonymous #chicago & tokyo

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Dance the Night Away

Summary: You and Darry for once get the house alone. Darry and you dance (Dirty Dancing style).

Paring: Darry X reader

Warning: Sexual Themes. Small angst. Happy ending. Kinda long. Cursing.

Every once in a blue moon, you and Darry would have the house to yourselves. Darry had one of his rare days off due to his boss forcing him to take a break. You and Darry have been dating for a year now, you were with him when his parents died and continued to help him and be by his side while going to college and working at the Dingo.

You were cleaning when you pulled out a record and started to play it. Be My Baby by The Ronettes. Darry glanced over from where he was cleaning off the counters. You swayed your hips to the song, he watched grinning, "What are you doing?"

"Dancing, come join me," you offered your hand out to him. He shook his head, smiling before taking your hand. You two danced a bit, before he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, whipping your head to the right and then to the left. He dipped you a bit low, your hands moving to his forearms.

"You're amazing," Darry whispered as your eyes locked; he pulled you into a kiss.

"I've missed having you to myself," you whisper. He hums in agreement. Your hands run down his arms up to his button-down, your hands move to his chest, slowly unbutton the shirt,

"Y/N, they guys could come in any minute."

"Let's get away for a few days," you suggest. "I'm sure they would be fine on their own," Darry cocks an eyebrow, you sigh. "Maybe not."

"Trust me, I've missed having the time with you, but I just can't."

"Darrel, you work as hard as it is. You should let yourself have some days off. You'll make yourself sick," you look into his blue eyes trying to break the cold demeanor of his face. He lets out a sigh,

"I'll think about it," you smile before bringing him into another kiss. You gasp as he spun you again; your back pressing against his chest. Darry's lips kiss along your shoulder and neck, "Y/N, you're making me crazy."

"I believe that's a good thing, Mr. Curtis." He groans, his forehead pressed against your shoulder blade as you laugh,

"You make me feel old."

"If we have a getaway, I'll make you feel young again," he stares at you for a moment. You shove his face up, he laughs, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Not my fault when that's what you're implying."

"No wasn't." You glanced at the door before back to him, "This is implying," you grab his collar pulling him closer to face before grinding a bit. His hands moved your waist, his leg moving in between yours. You two swayed a bit to the beat, before his hands moved down to the rim of your shirt, leaning you down, kissing your collarbone. Pulling you back up to meet him, Darry looked into your (e/c) eyes his hand running through your (h/c) hair. The sound of voices approaching the house sounded,

"That must be the gang." He whispered pulling away from you. You glance back at him before pressing your lips against his cheek.

"We're not finished," you mumble before going and putting all the cleaning equipment up. The door swung open, Darry went back to what he was doing,

"Don't slam the door!" you yell from the broom closet. The door slammed closed; you groan. You forgot that the music was still playing in the living room. The record was switched out, probably by Sodapop to something louder.

Later that night, the house was starting to die down, most of the guys had left. Ponyboy and Sodapop had gone to bed, you too went to bed. You woke up at the middle of the night to the empy space of your and Darry's shared bed. Pulling your head off your pillow and walking out of the room, you saw Darry sitting at the kitchen table, envelopes with bills scattered everywhere. He had his head in his hands,

"Darrel?" you whisper crouching down next to him.

"What am I going to do?"

"What's going on?"

"I was going to tell you earlier, I just, didn't want to worry you."

"Darry, come on, tell me."

"I'm behind on bills, I thought I paid them all, I guess I didn't and now I can't find the money." he looked like he was about to cry, "I don't," you whip his tears away.

"Darry, everything will be all right, I'll be right back," you whisper. You got in the closet, pulling a box out from the top shelf that you kept hidden from Darry and the others, pulling the lid open, you had saved by money for a vacation, but this was more important that than a vacation. Walking back into the kitchen, you placed the dollars on the table.

"Y/N?"

"I was saving this for something else, but you need this now," he stared at the cash wide-eyed.

"I can't, how long?"

"A few months," you answer.

"Y/N, I can't just. You worked hard for this, why would you give it to me?"

"Because I love you and I don't know about you, but I want to keep these boys as much as you do," you explain. As much as you wouldn't admit it in front of their faces, but you viewed Pony and Soda as your own children. You loved them to death and would do anything for them. Before, you thought of them as brothers, however, after taking care of them for long, you would go out of your way to call them you and Darry's sons.

"Y/N," he stood up pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you, I love you too." You pressed a kiss in his hair, your cheek pressing into it.

Months after that, you were working longer hours, the downside is that you didn't have time to see the gang all that often. You were working late one night, when Darry came in per usual but this time, he wasn't in his work uniform. "Darry?" you ask, curiously.

"Hey, call off work earlier, I want to take you somewhere," you stare at him wildly.

"Darry, I can't just leave earlier, my shift is about to finish and..."

"Y/N, please, you're always bugging me about taking off more. Now it's your turn," he argues, grabbing your hands. You glance at your co-worker, who only smiled at you.

"Um...can you finish out my shift for me, Ronni?"

"Of course, I'll make sure that you have your hours full," he smiles. Ronni had always been by your side; you couldn't ask for a better co-worker.

"Thanks, Ronni," you pull off your apron and hung it up before following Darry outside to the truck. Slipping inside, Darry closed the door behind you, "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Where are the others?"

"At the movies, I told them this morning not the burn the house down while we were gone," he explains.

"That's asking a lot," he laughs turning towards you.

"I had to thank you one way," after a few hours, you arrived at the place. You were already passed out in the passenger seat, Darry hosted you up and took you inside before going back and grabbing your bags. You groan, opening your eyes, not recongizing where you were, you jerked up. Darry smirking, "Surprise."

"What is this place?"

"A cabin near the woods and a lake, I thought you might like it," he explains crawling on the bed towards you.

"I love it, I'm sure this costed you a lot for a few days."

"I was so worth it," his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pushed you on the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. "You're so beautiful/handsome."

"Darry," you blush. You composed yourself, "Dance with me," you whisper. He let you get up from under him, walking over to the record player, a song you've never heard of in the sort of records.

When your baby, leaves you all alone. And nobody, calls you on the phone. Oh, don't you feel like crying. Don't you feel like crying. Well, here I am now, honey, come on, cry to me.

You walk up to Darry, moving your hands up to his shoulders, swaying a bit. Your hand moves up to his hair as he lowers you both before going back up. His hand on your back, you let yourself fall back a little, exposing your neck a bit. Darry pulled you back up, swaying a bit faster, he dips you down swing you back up. His face presses against your shoulder. As he thrusts a bit, before pulling you back down you two do this for a bit like a pendulum. You press kisses against Darry's neck, as he dips you down and grabs your leg. You move to his side, continuing along as you press soft kisses against his firm shoulders, your hand grazing against his ass.

Your arms wrap themselves back around his neck, Darry moving them put above your head before reaching down to the rim of your shirt and pulling it off, He tosses your shirt to the floor. Pulling you into a kiss, Darry's lips grazes against your exposed chest and neck. You two move to the bed, Darry unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down and kicking them away with your shirt and jeans. He crawls on top of you, Pressing kisses against your stomach up to your jaw. "Darry," you moan.

"Y/N," his voice was barely a whisper as he brought you into another kiss.

#the outsiders #darrel curtis #darry curtis #x reader #reader insert #dirty dancing #patrick swayze

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whypolar · 10 months

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Gundam Unicorn OVA 2: The Second Coming of Char

It's time.

Here comes a special boy!

If you don't cheer and clap for him I'll blow this whole building up.

(You can read my previous post here, if you want.)

I was grinning every time Frontal was on screen. I'm so easy. He's perfect.

The music continues to be excellent.

The percussion in Frontal's theme is fucking crazy. I don't even have the vocabulary to describe what is happening here musically, but I like the aggressive synth and that there's a xylophone. Maybe multiple xylophones. Imagine.

I also particularly liked this one track with the chanting vocals before the hostage negotiation-- apparently it's the Sinanju's theme.

The main theme associated with the Unicorn itself keeps getting caught in my head.

The robots remain very cool.

Combat plays out almost beat-for-beat as described in Novel 3, right down to the automatic cockpit functions and Banagher throwing up in his helmet. Gross.

Environments: effectively conveying information.

The backgrounds in this one didn't wow me as consistently as the first one, but that's fine. They're in space. They're on closed ships. They have other, more important things they want you to look at. Sterile corridors communicate information about the setting, even if they're not necessarily exciting.

They do some cool stuff with the lighting on the bridge. I also like that they have an inexplicable vaporwave room to put the civilians in.

I'm pretty sure I have this exact room in my house in Animal Crossing.

After Banagher gets captured we start seeing more variety again, since there are more different places for us to visit.

Those are my big surface-level impressions.

From this point on, there will be novel spoilers up to the equivalent point where this OVA ends (which will include some things that I assume will show up in OVA 3).

One of my favourite background nobodies, Lieutenant Commander Liam. I love that the main thing we know about her is that she's big and constantly side-eyeing her blustering boss.

In terms of novel comparisons, there's a lot more I can potentially talk about in this one than the first.

Judging by these first two, it seems like each OVA covers about 1.5 novels worth of material, which sounds about right to cover all ten in seven episodes.

They swapped a number of scenes around. They've been skipping over a lot of little Vist family stuff that will have to come up later. I don't think that will be a problem. I assume they had two priorities:

Establish key details of Frontal's character, such as his self-identity as a vessel and his ambiguous relationship to Char, in the same OVA where he's introduced

Set up the hook of Banagher getting rescued for OVA 3

They've held off on introducing Martha for now, which is fair. She hasn't really done much by this point, she just exists as a vaguely menacing figure. I assume she'll be in the next one. Please?

They also skipped over Cardeas' memories of Syam arranging to have Cardeas' father killed. If they intend to tell us that later, it will probably be through another character, such as Martha or Syam himself.

Alberto hasn't figured out Banagher is his half-brother yet. Martha is the one who tells him this, so that makes sense. I could see them making that scene Martha's introduction.

Have I mentioned I love Alberto? I really do. I like him even better without a judgmental narrator describing his fatness, so there's an unambiguous point in the anime's favour, lmao.

Banagher

I'm glad they kept the flashback of Banagher's childhood 'training', but disappointed that they cut off the nightmare at the end. I wanted to see how they'd do it.

Caught my not-husband zapping our son so he'll be good at killing people in the psychic death machine when he's older. He does it in the piano tapestry room, to make sure the repressed traumatic memories are as poetic as possible.

We don’t get to hear Banagher's mother confront his father about putting him in the newtype pilot torture simulator, so we miss out on Cardeas' incredible defence of "don’t worry, I'm not using drugs on him in the tests." Father of the year.

In the novel: we hear the fight, it moves on to memories of Banagher leaving home with his mother, and then it eventually degenerates into the horrible withered body of Banagher's dead father grabbing his ankle and trying to make him go to the Gundam. The Gundam is described as a giant bleeding demon that wants to eat him.

It's important to me that a Gundam should always be at least a little monstrous. They should let the Unicorn be evil. As a treat.

At this point, I think anime Banagher comes across as mostly in line with his novel counterpart's characterization. The change in situation means a change in behaviour. Events have forced him to start openly expressing his doubts and fears-- which means the audience can actually know what they are.

There is still one difference that stuck out to me, because they chose to cut a particular scene:

OVA Banagher feels less genuinely attached to his friends.

I don't think this is a worse characterization. It's interesting in its own way. It's just like... a notably different one, imo.

There's a very sweet scene in the novel of him reuniting with Micott and Takuya. They're all overjoyed to see each other again alive. They hug, floating through the air in low gravity. Banagher feels warmth and a sense of belonging, and seriously considers never getting back in the Gundam again. They get so caught up that they end up hitting a wall and getting grabbed by gravity again, so they all collapse and start laughing. Then Audrey comes in, and the moment ends, as Banagher is compelled to go to her instead.

In the anime, they're all at his hospital bedside when he wakes up. Micott directly calls out to him in concern. He totally ignores her and addresses Audrey instead. Bro???

Given that he mostly ignored the other students and stared into space for a lot of the previous OVA, because they cut a lot of their casual school interactions from that one, too, well... Audrey doesn't just feel like Banagher's most powerful connection, but possibly his only real connection.

They also cut Micott being the one who approaches Mackle about Audrey, which makes him decide to look her up. Instead, he recognizes her face on his own. I was surprised by this one, since it felt like they were setting it up, but I guess not.

Audrey / Mineva

Mineva translates flawlessly to the screen. It helps that she's central both to the plot and to our protagonist's motivation. An element of mystery is also already important to her portrayal, so not getting direct glimpses into her thoughts doesn't feel like losing something. Much like last time, we basically know what the protagonist knows, and it works.

This is the best case scenario, but it also gives me less of an excuse to talk about her. Now I have to talk about Riddhe instead. I can't even believe how much I feel the need to talk about Riddhe. I did not think I cared about Riddhe.

And yet.

Riddhe

We find out who he is by the end of this one. Kinda. Depending on how much attention the viewer pays to character surnames, they may have figured it out earlier, or might even still not have grasped exactly what was being implied.

Again: I don't especially care about Riddhe, so I'm hesitant to say I want them spending time on him that could be used elsewhere, but the thing about reading the novels first is that I know his significance to the plot going forward. I'm worried things might end up more frustrating in the long run if they don't do enough with him early on.

When I think about scenes centred on Riddhe from the first 4 novels that I found particularly memorable… a lot of them were removed!

That good luck charm he has? In the novel, he doesn't have that. He has model biplanes, like actual hand-sized toys. In his introductory scene, he's sitting in a cockpit with one and basically zoning out, pretending to make it fly around. He thinks about wanting to be a pilot growing up, and it really gives the distinct impression that he's a bit mad that planes are mostly obsolete and he has to fly in a mobile suit instead. People roast him for being a rich kid playing with his toys.

That's the kind of idiosyncratic and slightly cringe enthusiasm that makes a character feel real to me. I don't even know if it would have been better to keep that in, I just know that I personally would like it.

The little things are what let me engage with him as a specific character, as opposed to an archetype I'm not personally invested in. I'd rather have a more detailed character than a guy who feels like nothing, whether I personally like him or not.

This is how the novel version of Riddhe meeting Banagher played out:

After the battle, Riddhe is feeling survivor's guilt, since they lost a lot of pilots during the battle. He goes to check on his machine. The mechanic inside is one of the older crew members, and he's crying.

When Riddhe tries to speak to him, he turns around and screams at him. He found the airplane model in the cockpit, where Riddhe accidentally left it. He's furious that Riddhe brought a toy onto the battlefield. He tells him to his face that he wasn't taking things seriously, and that's why they got massacred in the battle.

He throws the plane out of the cockpit, Riddhe chases it down as it glides through low gravity, and Banagher ultimately catches it, which is how they meet for the first time.

It's just much meatier than what we got.

I also feel like we've seen less conflict with others and emotions from Riddhe about his family so far. We don't know what his relationship to them is like at all, really. We miss the scene of him biting the bullet and asking his father for help, even though he really doesn't want to, because he believes it might save lives.

Maybe that will feel more present going forward, now that Mineva knows who he is?

Still, it's not like we didn't get any character moments for him. We get a bit of banter between him and other members of the crew. He reacts to stuff. I thought the scene where he confronts Mineva about Zeon and recalls Garma's funeral was very good.

Just... I want him to be interesting enough for me to get something from his arc.

Imagine me pacing around my room and gesticulating wildly for this next part, because I finally get to talk about Full Frontal

This scene. This specific scene is the one I most want to talk about.

First of all, it has Frontal in it. Second, there's a lot of information conveyed in the novel scene that does not make it to the screen at all. Third, the anime makes its own strong visual choices that are entirely original and not drawn from any kind of novel description.

This shot of Frontal's mask is downright fascinating to me. The outside of the mask is pristine and smooth, but the inside has all these gnarled ridges. The lines around the eyes remind me of wrinkles on an old man's face. In-universe, someone decided it was important to make it look like that, where nobody but Frontal himself will see it. Was it designed this way at his request?

This scene in the novel is written from Banagher's perspective. There is no camera, it's just Banagher pointing out whatever he thinks is important to comment on. When they decided how to frame it in the anime, they pulled the camera way back, for all these extreme distance shots in this huge room. Everyone looks so tiny. This is, obviously, an unusual framing for an intimate conversation between three people.

There were so many cool and very deliberate shots in this scene; I'm kind of obsessed with it. The separation of spaces in this massive room and how they kept showing Frontal moving back and forth between them... I wish I could include them all, but tumblr has a 30 image limit per post.

When Frontal is wearing the mask and sitting next to Angelo, he is visually separated from Banagher. When he moves to speak to Banagher, he is then separated from Angelo. This is a sentiment that Angelo expresses in the novel-- that when Banagher was around, Frontal suddenly 'left him out of focus'. This is one of the things that drives Angelo to fixate on Banagher out of jealousy going forward.

Aside from depicting emotional distance between characters and showing off the absurdity of how big the room is, it's possible that the camera choices are meant to evoke another detail from the novels.

There is something very important we learn about Frontal that is conveyed solely through narration, and which has not come up at all yet in the OVA: the way characters describe his appearance, and the emotional response they have to it.

Specifically: Full Frontal looks exactly like Char Aznable, but he doesn't look like a convincing human being.

How does Banagher describe Full Frontal in this scene?

Well:

Is he a human? This was the first impression Banagher had. He could not detect any sense of life from that man, not just from the mask covering his eyes, but also the vibe that he was artificially created. He stared at the masked man who sat on the Mahogany made office table, and seriously thought that it might really be part of the decorations in the room.

The hand under the glove felt rather hard, causing Banagher to remember the first impression of a puppet ...

Perhaps I might not have seen the true appearance of this man? Banagher recalled the beautiful blue eyes, and felt that he was following an illusion ...

He also describes his stare as "machine-like" at one point.

After removing the mask, he describes Frontal's face as handsome and without identifiable flaws. "His cheekbones did not reflect his age" -- he looked younger than expected based on the age of Char Aznable, I think is the implication.

Anyway. The point is, he's good-looking and there's nothing specific anyone can pinpoint that's obviously wrong with him, and yet this is a consistent reaction characters have to meeting him. He doesn't feel real.

Honestly, this is one of my favourite things about Frontal, and it makes me a bit sad that it doesn't translate at all. I'm sure it would be difficult to visually convey-- any attempt runs the risk of looking like an error, or just 'bad'. It could also be they were worried about going too hard with it and making him read like a monster, rather than someone who could plausibly be a charismatic leader.

I get it. I just miss it, man. It's such a good little detail. He'll always be a beautiful creepy puppet to ME.

I love that Angelo's always two seconds from going on the attack. He's like a beautiful fluffy dog that's human-aggressive and keeps biting people. He's Frontal's feral rescue persian cat.

Angelo doesn't go for Banagher a third time in the novel. In that version, these lines are delivered (less violently) by Frontal himself.

The change makes sense. It's in character for Angelo, and it still implies something about Frontal-- he speaks about Banagher sympathetically, but he pretty much just lets Angelo do this, not even chastising him or telling him to stop like the previous two times.

Banagher still falls over in the novel, despite not being physically assaulted. He almost passes out from the horror of realizing he killed someone, and then he spends the entire rest of the scene dissociating and feeling physically ill. Marida and Zinnerman pretty much have to drag him out of there.

The scene with Angelo and Frontal on their own discussing the possibility of an attack on Palau is gayer in the novel. Being inside Angelo's head is always gayer. We might get the full version of this scene in the next one, since they started talking about certain exposition-related things before getting abruptly cut off.

Concluding scenes

I really like this scene with the family. The designs of these characters and how they interact with each other is very endearing. Marida casually holding the little girl upside-down and handing her over to the mother is unbearably cute.

They don't fully explain the logistics of where and how Banagher is being held prisoner, leaving it to you to intuit what the arrangement is. This works just fine for me, but I did wonder if it might throw some people off. Maybe not-- I feel like most UC Gundam stuff I've watched occasionally leaves gaps like this and trusts you to connect the dots on your own.

It's just very different from reading the novel, where it leads you through the whole process of him being kept on the ship, brought to Palau, being taken to see Frontal, etc. It gives a history of Palau as a mining colony, including how and why it was built, why the guy who bought it most recently renamed it Palau, the population size, the dimensions in kilometers... you get the idea. Completely different approach.

Marida.... the next one should have a lot more of Marida, I think. I'm glad. I want more Marida. She's one of my favourites.

Her big scene in this one is a good one with a lot of thematic and emotional weight, but the reordering of scenes did skip over a lot of smaller moments between her and Banagher that I really love-- big fan of her grabbing his face to check his eyes and then telling him about the effects of g-force on the human eyeball.

I'm hoping at least some of those casual interactions make it into the next one. They can be shifted around pretty easily, so long as it's before the attack on Palau begins.

I think that's everything I wanted to go over... either way, I'm done. This post took me a lot longer to edit than the first one.

I can't believe they made me write fifteen paragraphs about Riddhe.

#remibloggue #gundam #gundam unicorn

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