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xbomboi · 14 days

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thoughts about Epic Winter, & reconciling its place in Ever After High’s story as a whole

i wanna talk about epic winter because it—arguably more than any other aspect of the franchise—is definitely ever after high’s ‘ugly duckling’ piece of media, so to speak.

now obviously, a lot of it has to do with being the final big installment in eah’s main story, its premise being a side quest that sidelines the main protagonists in favor of new characters who are comparably far less compelling as the show’s actual leads, leaving the audience without any actual closure to the story which they were following.

in isolation, epic winter isn’t that terrible (though i think most would agree its better parts are the ones centered around already-established characters as opposed to the new ones), but in context it leaves a sour taste.

i entirely understand why anyone rewriting the series would either heavily rework it, only keep more important story beats such as daring’s arc & faybelle’s side plot, or completely remove the outing altogether.

in my case, however, deleting epic winter isn’t an option; my intentions are to continue where ever after high left off, and organically finish what they started. that means epic winter stays in tact, sanity be damned.

with that writing handicap, i can’t edit any pre-existing media in the ever after high animated lineup, which has forced me to brainstorm ways to recontextualize the purpose for epic winter’s place in the story and make the time spent on its story retroactively feel, at the very least, a little more worth it.

and the solution i found comes from viewing all that is introduced in the special through chehkov's gun.

(if you're unfamiliar, chehkov's gun is a narrative rule that everything introduced in a story must be done so with a purpose to serve. i.e. if you give a character a gun, they must shoot it.)

what's done is done; if we have to go on this detour following crystal winter and the top of the world, so be it. but let's pocket it like a tool that can be used later.

so here's my idea: bring crystal and the winter kingdom back into the story later down the line when the events of the story have reached a far more grandiose scale.

basically, i think the best way to use crystal would be when the story reaches a point of confronting and opposing the ruling powers in the fairytale world. having become the new snow queen, naturally, she'd be included in a gathering of the rulers of the kingdoms in the fairytale world.

i want there to be a moment in the story where the ruling powers gather together, and we see familiar faces return (including ones that we'd be introduced to after epic winter but prior to this), such as snow white, king charming, the queen of hearts, and of course, crystal.

with her outlook that would most reasonably be more aligned with the students at ever after high, she could end up being one of-if not the sole person-those present to voice opposition to whatever unfavorable verdict the rest of the rulers have made, as it would serve as direct conflict for the protagonists. she'd find herself outnumbered and ultimately her voice holding little to no power to sway the decision (especially being disregarded for her rather young age). afterwards we'd see her reflect on her frustrations with her colleagues and their rule of the system, thinking about it in terms of what kind of ruler she wants to be, before seeing her find determination towards something, though we aren’t yet shown what she actually decides to do.

the next time we'd see her would then come a little later, the conflict reaching the most dire circumstances. all hope is lost for our heroes; raven, apple, and co. would be down on their luck against odds they're unable to overcome. and that's when crystal would show up to offer her support, providing the numbers of her kingdom as allies to help better the odds. (she wouldn't be the only ally to show up, as this would be a 'getting help from all the friends we made along the way' ordeal. she would simply be one of said friends.)

crystal's help would ultimately play a part in winning the conflict. and because the audience would be familiar with crystal and the winter kingdom to a decent extent way prior to that point, the inclusion of it in the present fight at hand wouldn't feel like an ass-pull or a deus ex machina of sorts; it would make sense and feel earned for the most part.

and i think that's honestly the best thing to be made of epic winter's main adventure. we can't change it or fix it as it is, but we can create a payoff for it all later down the line. think of it like begrudgingly doing chores that lack any enjoyment factor, only to find that afterwards, you're glad you did.

so, yeah, that's my idea for how to give epic winter a genuine purpose. but i'm just spitballing.

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aihoshiino · 3 months

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I did some mathing in my brain about when is AI’s and the Twins birthdays since I’m trying to figure out with what we got in the prologue since Aka never gave anyone birthdays and the time line of seasons is a fuck here. but I’m thinking Ai just turned 16 around the same time she was discovered to be 20 weeks along(5 months) and it starts snowing when her death/20th birthday but the twins birth it also starts snowing with the reincarnation happens.Japan usually starts having snow around mid December til early April so I’m shooting that AI’s birthday is around December while the twins might be late march if im doing a ball park guess I know this is weird thing to bring up in a ask but if Akasaka doesn’t give us birthdays then the fans gonna have to do it with the context clues we get especially since she’s still 16 when the twins are like … 6 months. Idek I’m rambling and want to know of your take cause I love your takes

please undrstand i am saying this with nothing but love but this ask briefly sent me down a rabbithole of forbidden knowledge and insanity and i feel like a lovecraft protag who has seen too much. I THINK i have made sense of all this but.................... listen akasaka clearly didn't think about it the same way i'm doing here so really, i guess i'm the clown in this scenario. heehoo.

The most direct clue we get about when Ai's birthday falls is in Viewpoint B, during her conversation with Kyun. The flashback portion of the story is implied to take place in December (the framing device is set in December and Kyun's recent breakup happened 'right before Christmas') and Ai's upcoming fifteenth birthday is mentioned indirectly; she talks about being about to age out of the children's home she'd been staying in which would put her birthday either in December or January.

This is also supported by the fact that the the snowfall that occurs after her death is noted to be unseasonably early. Given that the series is set mostly in Tokyo which mostly gets its snow in January, December makes the most sense for her birth month. In addition, during the little happy memories montage at the end of the episode, we see the family celebrating Christmas in a space that has exclusively Christmas decorations — so Ai's birthday is not close enough to the 24th or 25th for those sorts of celebrations to overlap. With all that in mind, my best guess for Ai's birthday is late November/early December. I personally like to headcanon it as November 28th, as it matches the timeframe and is when the real life Strawberry Productions Fan Thankgiving event was held.

As for the twins birthday, my instinct was to try and guesstimate this based on the details of Ai's pregnancy. We're directly told by the text that it lasted the full 40 weeks (which is actually not as common for twins — Ruby and Aqua were a bit late!) and that a few months have passed by the time she returns to working as an idol; Aqua and Ruby are using walkers the day she returns from her hiatus and babies are not typically physically capable of using them until around six months old. Obviously the twins are a bit more mobile than a regular baby would be much earlier, but they do seem to be reasonably constrained by the physical limits of their bodies so I feel pretty comfortable saying around six months have passed by the time Ai comes off hiatus. This also makes sense in terms of Ai's health, since it takes about six months to fully recovery from childbirth.

20 weeks post hiatus pregnancy + six months postpartum recovery = ten to eleven months passed between Ai arriving at the hospital and returning from her hiatus. It's also worth noting that she may not actually still be 16 around this time? When Saitou talks about her age, he mentions her becoming a mother at 16 which is obviously the age she had the kids, but it does leave room for her to have had a birthday between getting pregnant and actually having them.

With that 20 week starting point in mind, though, we can use the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy to try and narrow things down a bit more.

Using the anime as reference, it seems to be around early/mid autumn when Ai arrives at the hospital. If you look at the greenery behind Gorou when he's up on the roof, you can see there's patches where leaves are starting to show their autumn colours.

Since the hospital is all the way out in Takachiho, where autumn typically lasts between November and early December (if I'm remembering right?), my best guess would be that Ai arrived at the hospital probably late November or early December.

With that in mind, the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy playing out in full, that means the twins' birthday must be in mid to late April. This is actually implicitly confirmed to be the case in the series itself: while Ruby's age (and therefore Aqua's by extension) is given as 14 at the start of volume 2, they are already sixteen by the time LoveNow starts airing, which happens not long after they start high school - and the Japanese school year starts in April.

I'm choosing to headcanon them on the earlier side of April, just because that places them smack dab in the middle of cherry blossom season for Tokyo, which both makes them spring babies in contrast to Ai and ties nicely into how cherry blossoms represent rebirth and new beginnings.

anyway watch me post this ask and then next chapter confirms the twins were born or october 5th or some shit.............

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #you can tell this ask made me go full pussy insane because i willingly did math and timeline shit #WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR AKASAKA!!!!!!

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irkendogma · 25 days

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tak is the main antagonist for this crossover fic im writing and due to the lack of canon content beyond literally that one episode and some of etf, sometimes i worry im not doing her any justice or it’s too ooc. what do you think would be the best way to write tak in your opinion? (if you happen to have any advice on the matter. just wondering! byeeee💃)

i'm genuinely so relieved at the specification of "in your opinion" because i have such a strange long-lasting attachment to tak that i think i would second-guess my thoughts on her in an objective vacuum to the point of just saying "she should be purple". but as it is i now have the freedom to go stupid crazy about it

i think there's a number of crucial elements to tak, but i think the one that people miss most in writing her is that she isn't just meant to be a more competent counterpart to zim - she's a direct parallel in terms of her ego, motivation, and backstory (the latter particularly as a result of treatment by irken society)

like zim, tak has an enormous ego and an audacity that places herself above anyone else, even the empire itself (see: her custom invader insignia. that's like drawing a crucifix but substituting yourself for jesus after being refused by the church), and like zim, in spite of her disregard for the empire's rulings she's striving for recognition both by it and within it (to quote her: "the plan i have in store for this nasty rock will so impress the tallest that they'll have no choice but to make me an invader"). the same way zim "quit being banished", tak "escaped" from the janitorial squad she was placed under as a stopgap job until the next elite test in seventy years

i've seen some people write her as tall, but in my opinion her being only very, very slightly taller than zim is not just a stylistic choice but an essential part of her character that draws her backstory together: technically that janitorial job wasn't even a punishment, it was just deemed the most suitable position for her in the absence of official imperial proof that she was capable of anything "better" or "higher" that would've been afforded to a taller more easily

that she made it so far in the elite course at all in spite of her height gives context and precedent to the competence and sheer refusal to admit defeat she exhibits in her attempt to destroy earth, a planet she initially believes is already undergoing an officially-sanctioned invasion judging from how bitterly she tells zim about what should've been "rightfully hers", down to specifically mentioning the great assigning - loops back to her audacity, in that she has zimlike degrees of ego regardless of how hard the circumstances logistically are aligned to stomp her back down (see again her quote where she confidently states her plan to hijack an official invasion will impress the tallest to the point they won't mind her flagrantly flaunting the rules). she would've spent so much of her life striving to meet her own exceedingly high expectations, not the exceedingly low ones assumed of someone her height, that this likely isn't far from her standard procedure of "show them i can do it better than the rules say"

what sets her apart from zim, i think, is in how much she's allowed herself to let those miserable expectations get to her and leave her pettier, more vindictive, less grandstanding speeches like zim than showing off everything she's capable of as often as possible, no matter how necessary (ALL the stupid parkour she does for no reason) - which i think is admittedly less her fault than partially being the result of her having actually experienced her confidence failing her when the entire future she'd set up for herself was pulled out from underneath her

unlike zim, who experiences failure regularly but never has it truly sink in, tak had the entirety of her progress wiped off the board in a single moment as a result of circumstances entirely beyond her control: i think a large part of the reason she resents zim so deeply and sincerely isn't solely because of the practical consequences of her missing her test (though it is in no way insignificant to it) but because he was the one who broke her streak - he was the one who made her brutally aware that no matter how she built herself up, no matter what proof she offered, she could still fail and be crushed into exactly the nobody she was expected to be

and she just cannot abide that, no matter what, because even if the memory of helplessness and humiliation will never go away (not that she'd acknowledge it wouldn't), if she can make him hurt the same way maybe that will give back to her some of the power and control over her life and her identity that she lost in losing her potential status as a real, sanctioned invader

also, i do think she should be purple. she seems to have a great attachment to aesthetics and individual style, given her custom pseudo-elite uniform (which we see her wearing even in training, on her test day), the fact she designed and programmed her hologram specifically to have the distinguishing marking of a beauty spot in the same place she has one on her actual face, and her penchant for making nearly every damn piece of her tech purple some way (minus mimi, who while being her own bootleg SIR unit still follows the same red color scheme as a functional one) - even the cockpit of the spittle runner she pilots is initially purple before it's ejected as an escape pod, and the magma pump's interior looks like this:

girl likes giving things her own little touches whether that's in terms of her trademark color, her near-blasphemous custom imperial logo, or her doing a tactical slide between bars of a railing instead of just stepping normally onto the floor

#i am so sorry this post turned out this damn long. i really like her #also i'll admit here i think tak's ego is more impressive because she doesn't even have the arguable delusions that zim can use a shortcut #she just developed that thing through sheer force of will and trained her skills to support her claims

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shadowxamyweek · 1 year

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I've seen some people headcanoning Shadow as someone who can flirt pretty well (probably because of his confident and "suave" aura) and some people that headcanon Shadow as a dork who cant flirt to save his life (probably because he is not a very people-person and doesnt know the cues of how to flirt). What do you think? (Personally I think he knows how to flirt, Rouge is his best friend he must have learned something by watching her, he just doesnt bother to flirt. In a Shadamy context, I see Amy as the one that flirts the most)

Aaaah~! XD XD Oh this is fun!

See, I feel the idea of suave Shadow that we see now is echos of the fandom interpretation of him from when they first came out in 2001. It's so interesting to see that make a comeback in today's fandom interpretation! And it's fun! Like, flirty Shadow- it's a fun thought!

The idea of a Shadow who can't flirt I feel came about more recently. I think that was in tandem with the realization of just how socially awkward the poor creature can be, both with themselves and with others.

Both have merit, value, and canon support, in my opinion! As such, I have a tendency to mix the two, sort of like what you did in your own thoughts showcased in your letter! I like the idea of Rouge teaching Shadow how to flirt, but also, I think it's something he'd want to know the mechanics of at least enough so that he could recognize it.

For example- suppose Rouge has, on occasion, gotten randomly close and mildly grabby with Shadow when some other guy is talking to her. Shadow would, naturally, ask her what is going on.

She'd have to explain to him, 'Hey, that guy was flirting with me, and I was trying to find a polite way to get rid of him.'

Shadow would go '???? Doesn't compute. He was just talking. Also, you could absolutely break his limbs if you wanted to, so why hang onto me? You're going to have to explain this."

Thus, he'd be better prepared in the future to recognize the signs of flirting and be able to not mess up Rouge's socially acceptable defensive maneuvers.

(Even if he's more inclined to a direct and memorable approach for teaching the meaning of the word, 'no.')

On the flipside, suppose Shadow has had conversations with people where he feels he's not picking up on something (especially with Rouge laughing behind him.) Shadow might then ask her to explain, which she would, so that he personally would better understand flirting in a context that directly pertains to advances being made at him.

Though these conversations would, one would assume, ultimately help him when he decides to try and romantically pursue someone... I think he'd fall flat on his face.

See, it's hard to force yourself to do something like this if you normally wouldn't. It's hard to force yourself to engage in a manner of communication or social/physical exchange when you don't normally operate in that wavelength. With flirting, Shadow might know what he wants to say, or how he wants to say something, but I think the guy would stumble especially if we're talking this occurring during a time when he's not sure Amy likes him back yet.

I posted about it on my main how I think the humor dynamic between Rouge and Shadow sometimes works in non-stressful situations (read: sometimes, not always), but there's also a quote at 15:52 in the linked video that goes as follows.

"First impressions. You never get a second chance to make a first impression, but you always get a third chance to go take me on a date... sp, it- a spa- spaghetti."

I can't help but think that, at least while practicing alone to ask her out, this is what would happen XD (Can you imagine if this came out of his mouth while talking to her though? Oh no... XD XD XD)

Once they're officially together, though? I think he'd feel much more comfortable flirting, especially if he gets to see Amy blush and laugh.

(There's nothing like the positive reinforcement of making your partner smile.)

Also you are 100% correct about Amy being the more flirtatious between the two. I also do love the idea of her getting thrown for a loop over Shadow's positive reactions to it XD She probably isn't use to that.

Once again though, I'm down for anything if it's written well and in character, always 🖤💖

#anon #ask #shadamy #thanks again for sending me mail! i love this!#op rambles #headcanon

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mangoshorthand · 9 months

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Thing of the Past- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch6 (Hard Feelings Part 4)

SUMMARY: You can't avoid it any longer: Five has to meet your parents. It goes more wrong than you could possibly imagine, spiralling to bring up secrets he'd rather stay buried.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven/Epilogue

The morning after, Five's memories and self-blame still haunt him

⚠️Please heed content warning⚠️

Chapter 6: My Twat Now

You’re glad you woke up first. Half of you was convinced he’d have disappeared by morning. By now, you’ve brought him a cup of coffee that he sips on the bed. His eyes are still puffy and he's still in his shirt and trousers. You’re faring little better, although you've wiped off the remnants of yesterday’s makeup and put on a robe.

After allowing himself to be held last night, this morning he’s taciturn and unwilling to respond to you. He’s clearly on edge.

There’s a rap at the door.

Five jumps, nearly spilling his coffee.

“It’s just breakfast,” you soothe, crossing to the door.

But it's not breakfast: It’s Lila, holding Aoife.

“Hi,” she says, with uncharacteristic tentativeness. “Is…Five in?”

“Erm…”

“It’s just…I think I may have upset him last night and I wanted-”

“Go away Lila,” he growls.

She doesn’t listen. She walks smartly around you and around the corner to the bed. She stops dead when she sees Five.

“My God, you look like shit.” Her words might in-keep with their usual banter, but her face and voice don’t. She’s clearly concerned.

He looks daggers at her but she only passes Aoife to him. He puts his coffee on the bedside table and takes her. He’s upset that Lila’s barged in, but once he’s held his daughter to him for a few moments, his anger abates slightly. He turns his face to Aoife’s cheek while she pulls his hair.

Meanwhile, you make another pot of coffee. While you’re busy, they begin to talk.

“Diego told me what happened with Geri just before the ceremony.” The flicker of anger in Five’s worn eyes makes her hold up both hands in placation, “I didn’t tell him... what we talked about." she gives you a quick, worried look, "he just told me it creeped him out.”

Your head snaps towards them.

“What happened?”

Lila looks from you to Five. He jerks his head: "She knows about your Mom. You can tell her about hers."

“Diego says she got...creepy. She stroked your neck? Stuck her fingers down your collar?”

You make eye contact with Five and he gives a confirmatory nod. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath:

“It was the way she looked at Diego when she did it. Like he was next once she'd finished with me." Five shudders, “it was like insects crawling inside my skin.” he jerks his neck, sliding Aoife onto the bed as he recoils into himself, rubbing at the spot, “It was like….”

He doesn’t finish but, when he opens his eyes, they glance at Lila.

“When I asked you about my Mum, I swear I didn’t know that had happened. I shouldn't have mentioned it at all, all right? I'm sorry."

He shrugs. He just wishes she'd brought it up years ago; before it would kill him to do what he needed to do. Lila continues,

"I was thinking, the stuff with Geri. It probably brought it all up anyway?”

“I guess it did.”

You’ve stopped in the act of stirring Lila’s coffee. The extra context fits everything together. He said he’d been through all that and he just…put up with it when your Mom cornered him in her kitchen? He laughed about it?”

You leave the coffee and the room, letting the door slam behind you.

Five looks in the direction of the door, hurt and abandonment writ large on his face. But it’s for the best. They have a daughter together, sure, but the marriage can be annulled. They can co-parent but you'll be out of his life. Out of his…cycle of abuse. He puts his head into his hands as he realizes he probably shouldn’t even see Aoife. He’s dangerous, dirty, perverse. He can barely look at her on the bed beside him.

He fingers his wedding ring. He wants to blink away, to disappear from their lives, but he can't muster the energy. Instead, he draws his knees up again and covers his face with his hands.

“Hey.” Lila’s voice is soft. "Don't worry. She just needs some time to get her head around it."

He doesn't respond. She can't even hear if he's crying. She walks over to the bed and sits down on the end. She reaches out to touch his calf but thinks better of it. Seeing Five like this is extremely disquieting. She’s seen him upset before, but never desolate.

“Come on arsehole,” she says, “don’t crack up on me.”

Out in the hall, you aren’t sure where your legs are carrying you until you’re knocking heavily on Ellie’s door. In times of trouble, she’s always the one you run to; the one who understands.

She had been the one you’d stayed with to recover after Five’s aborted attempt to assassinate you. So far, she had never pressed, never demanded answers. She would just be there for you, as you would for her.

When she opens the door, you fall into her arms and she guides you unquestioningly inside.

He stood outside his hotel room, somehow knowing she was in there. He felt like a prey animal: a rabbit scenting a vixen on the breeze. He closed his eyes, biting his tongue and gripping the briefcase’s handle even more tightly, giving himself a few moments to prepare.

‘Come on old man. Get it together. It won’t be so bad.’

He didn’t let his hand shake as it fished his keys out of his pocket. It did, however, brush his dick. It wasn’t hard, not even semi hard, but it seemed…aware of his situation. Pushing down the shame, he squared his shoulders and pulled his hat more firmly onto his head.

The door clicked closed behind him. She was sitting on his bed, legs crossed at the knee. Her top leg bobbed, drawing attention to one of her heeled shoes, dancing in mid-air. He tried to seem unconcerned, as if her appearance here was of no concern to him.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said, removing his hat.

She smiled slowly, knowingly; drawing out the seconds before replying to him. She wanted to make it clear that she was in control here. She was wearing a structured red velvet suit; the jacket tight to the waist and the skirt falling to just below the knee. White ruffles frothed from the cuffs and collar.

“Well, hello Number Five. Haven’t we surpassed ourselves?”

“Nice suit,” he murmured, putting the briefcase and hat down on the dresser and removing his coat.

“Thank you,” she said, stroking the jacket’s hem. “It’s Chanel. You think I’d come to Paris in 1938 and not pay Coco a visit?”

She drew his eyes conspiratorially, bringing a hand with sharp, painted nails to her mouth, as if to shield her words from listeners.

“This piece is supposed to end up in the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art…but I won’t tell if you don’t.”

His small talk depleted, he simply gave a strained smile and fell into a parade rest several feet away from her.

“How can I help?”

“Oh, Five,” she gave a tinkling laugh, “why so dour? I’m here to congratulate you. I always knew you were a good investment but today you just knocked it out of the park.”

“Thank you.” he said, stiffly.

“You never do things halfway, do you? Am I right in thinking you know why you’re here?”

“ Édouard Daladier, right? I was supposed to take out Jean Michel so he doesn't stop Daladier signing the Munich agreement?”

She patted the bed beside her and he shook his head mutely. She pouted, a gleam of amusement in her eyes, but answered him nevertheless.

“You couldn’t get to Jean Michel, so you took out that little boy instead. May I ask why?”

Five strolled to the small hotel minibar, trying to appear relaxed.

“I knew there was only a limited window so I had to think on my feet. Jean Michel happens to be having an affair with his secretary, Adele Bonnet.” he raised his eyebrows in The Handler’s direction, silently offering her a drink.

“Open that champagne, Five. We’re celebrating a job extremely well done. On the company, of course.”

He nodded his acknowledgment, popping the cork and pouring it carefully into two glasses. She gave a little ‘Ooh!’ of concern as it almost fizzed over the rim of the glass. Immediately after handing her one, he stepped back and leaned up against the minibar with one leg crossed over the other in a good impression of casual unconcern.

“Adele’s son is Claude. In a few weeks, Claude gets ill. He catches a throat infection. He keeps Adele up all night, so she isn’t willing to sleep with Jean Michel the next day, freeing up Jean to piss off Daladier so much on the morning he’s due to travel to Munich that the whole agreement falls apart.”

Her head tilted to one side.

“And what does this have to do with little Christian?”

“Christian is a schoolmate of Claude's. He passes him the throat infection. With him out of the equation, Jean will be too busy boning Adele to get in Daladier’s way.”

She smiled, genuinely impressed, “My, my. Aren’t we the clever one? How did you work it out?”

Five shrugged, “Just math. I put together a quick probability map. It led me to Christian quickly.”

She gave him a tiny round of applause, one hand clapping softly against the one holding the stem of her glass.

“Very, very good…but I’m sorry to say you trod on some toes back at headquarters.”

He lowered his brow and waited.

“Your orders were to terminate Jean Michel.”

“And I couldn’t get to Jean Michel,” he said, tersely, “would you rather I’d left it?”

She stood up and walked over to him slowly, again dragging out time at her leisure, enjoying keeping him on conversational tenterhooks. She was inches from him, in his personal space; so close he could hear the fizz of her champagne.

“You misunderstand me, Five.” Her free hand drifted up to his chin and stroked him, “I’m very, very proud of you. It’s those bores back at HQ. They say you're a loose cannon. A.J. Carmichael was talking about dropping you straight back in the 2060s where I found you... but don’t you worry yourself about it," her voice turns doting, "I fixed it for you.”

Her hand was cupping his entire face now, rubbing his cheek in small circles. A squirming sensation crept up the back of his neck. Somewhere below his waistband, he felt reluctant stirring. She pouted again:

“Well? I put my ass on the line for you. Don’t you have something to say to me?”

He hesitated. Which response? Should he capitulate here and keep her happy? Or would that just be the first capitulation of many? If he didn’t, would that spur her to worse revenge?

“…Thank you.” he said, compromising by saying it with a hint of sarcasm.

“There we go. That’s a boy...my best asset.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes and tried to remain emotionless- to go somewhere else. The kiss was close-mouthed and chaste but for her hand creeping under his suit jacket, nails deliberately scraping a nipple still covered by his shirt. When she pulled away and he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, unblinking.

“You just need to learn to follow orders,” and then, with a smile spreading like butter across her face, “so take off your clothes.”

“…No. N-no thanks.”

“Take off your clothes.”

He tried to withdraw, but the minibar left him nowhere to go.

“I don’t want to. Let’s just have a drink. I need to sleep- I need-”

She placed a single finger over his lips.

“You need me. You know you need me more than I need you. Is A.J. right? Are you a loose cannon?”

He breathed in, breathed out and reclosed his eyes. He removed his jacket and discarded it.

“Good boy,” she crooned.

Her patronizing tone made annoyance build. His eyes flew open again and he looked briefly into her face, hatred welling within him. Good: hatred was better than the alternative. He let his anger lend his fingers efficiency, stripping off his tie and shirt in a matter of seconds.

“Now we’re eager, aren’t we?”

“Just get it over with.” he said, growling it through his teeth as he removed his pants and underwear, exposing his semi-hardness to her.

She tut-tutted, looking from his crotch to his face with wry amusement. Then, she stepped back to free up his passage to the bed, hands going to her skirt fastening.

“You’re in for a treat,” she said, nose wrinkling in an indulgent, mocking smile, “You have the tendency to make quite the mess, and there is no way I am endangering an original Chanel. So, today, you get to see the whole of me. Tits ‘n’ all…let’s call it an attaboy.”

“Lucky me,” he muttered darkly.

As she straddled him, undressed, he looked pointedly away from her. He studied the bedside lamp. Her hot breath crept across his skin as she lowered her head, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"So tell me," she whispered, "did you enjoy it?"

He never talked to her during and he was not about to start then.

"How did it feel to kill a child?"

By now, room service has arrived in the bridal suite and breakfast is set out on the table, Lila eats one of Five’s waffles uninvited. He ignores it, drinking a new cup of coffee and watching Aoife butt-shuffling along the floor.

He starts as you re-enter the room. After a quick cry, now you can be as strong as he needs you to be. Lila looks over at you, clearly relieved but annoyed too.

“Where were you, shithead? You had him thinking you’d left. Thought I’d have to give him a cuddle!”

“I’m sorry. I just needed to get my head on straight. I’m fine now.” you turn fully to Lila, “Can you give us ten?”

She nods, picking Aoife up as she leaves the room. You give her a grateful nod and she pulls you into a one-armed hug.

“I’ll stay close.” she murmurs into your ear.

When the door closes behind her, you sit in front of Five. You make eye contact and hover your hand above his foot. He nods almost imperceptibly so you lay your hand on it, stroking him. He’s silent for a while, twisting his wedding ring on his finger as you rub his toes through his sock, working tension out with careful thumbs. You don’t speak, getting him used to your touch again. At last, he closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“We should still go to Marseille.”

His eyebrows contract and then relax. The corner of his mouth spasms and then he looks away.

“I don’t feel much like honeymooning.” he mumbles.

You try to smile.

“You promised me vineyards, Mister.”

He snaps, “Wouldn’t want a little thing like me getting raped get in the way of that now, would we?”

It's the first time he's said it. It seems to have taken him by surprise. You squash your own feelings and rub him deeper.

“I'm sorry, darling. I was joking."

He tosses his head as if trying to dislodge a fly.

You add your other hand to his foot, massaging the arch, allowing him some time to calm down. Not only are you glad to hear him say the word, you're relieved to see his characteristic bite appear again. He’s bent, but not broken. After a few minutes, you hit the right spot on his foot and he breathes out contentedly, seemingly in spite of himself.

“I think we should go because you need to rest. We don’t even have to leave the room if you don’t want to. You can talk, you can stay quiet, whatever works. Thanks to Herb, we can stay as long as you need to get back to yourself. We’ll be back before Aoife even knows we’re gone.”

He draws his knees up again. You follow his foot and place your hand on top, patiently waiting for him to reply.

“You’re supposed to have sex on a honeymoon.”

“But we don’t need to.”

“I’d want to.”

“Good. So would I.”

He shakes his head again, angrily. You lift both his legs, stretch them out again and place them on your knee, now using both hands to rub his feet. He sighs minutely and you feel him relax a tiny bit.

“Do you want to talk it through?”

He huffs, “What good would it do?”

“Okay. Fine. Just…come away with me. If sex happens, it happens. If not, it doesn’t. No pressure, no expectation. Come with me and relax. You spend all your time trying to do what’s best for your family, but you’re the foundation stone of my family. Let me look after you like you deserve.”

He meets your eyes, his thick lashes shading his irises. His expression is inscrutable. He looks away and seems to come to a decision. He takes a deep breath and says:

“Okay. If I shower now, can you start getting the luggage ready?”

You smile, surprised it was this easy to persuade him,

“Of course.”

He heaves himself off the bed, takes a lingering look at your face and heads for the bathroom.

He stops short of the bathroom door. His hands slip into his pockets and his hips tilt slightly. As his shoulders hunch, he speaks, not looking at you.

“…I love you. Whatever else, I really do love you. And...thank you for...last night. For everything."

"I love you too. And that's what partners do. We look after each other."

Still facing away from you, he nods slowly. Then, he disappears into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

You're left staring at the wall separating the bathroom from the rest of the suite. Your stomach gives an anxious squirm.

After twenty minutes, you have the suitcases collected in the center of the room with the briefcase beside them. There’s no need to pack your wedding dress; it will still be here when you get back; in what will seem like ten minutes after you leave.

He’s usually fast and efficient when it comes to washing himself. An unpleasant suspicion nags so you tune your ears to the shower, listening for the tell-tale irregular sounds beyond the water’s flow that indicate it splashing off a body rather than just into the shower tray. You don't hear any uneven drops.

“Five?”

You jimmy the privacy lock with a thumb. The shower stands running empty and his wedding ring sits on the side of the sink.

Down in the lobby, Five hears her blink out of the mimicked portal as he stalks towards the street.

“Leave me alone Lila.”

She blinks again, directly in front of him now with Aoife on her hip. She places her hand on his chest.

“Don’t even think about it.” she says, dangerously, “Otherwise, Auntie Lila is going to hand Daddy’s ass to him, isn’t she Aoife?”

Five’s jaw sets. His hair, only towel-dried, clings to his forehead.

“We both know I could kick your ass into next week and then some,” he thrusts his chin towards her face, threateningly, “Leave me alone and mind your damn business.”

“It is my business, shitstain. She was my Mum and you’re my…brother-in-law. And you’re my mate’s bloke, so you don’t get to piss off like this!”

Aoife whimpers then. She’s just been blinked twice without a warning and now Daddy and Auntie Liley are shouting. Five looks from Lila to her and the harsh lines of his face relax some. As she begins to cry, her expression makes her look like you. When she stretches her arms out for him, he takes her without question, without thinking.

“Vieni da me. Mi dispiace, bimba. It's okay, sweetheart. Too many blinks, huh?”

She makes a tearful, babbled response in which the word “Papà” is discernible.

“I know. I know, little girl. Non andrò”

Her warm weight anchors him in the real, the solid: the almost normal life he's built for himself. Blink away- from this? Leave his baby girl? How could he have entertained it, even for a second?

To Aoife, he's nothing but her gentle, loving Daddy. The man whose warm arms and familiar smell comfort her when she's sad or tired or sick. Aoife's Daddy would never let his past get in the way of loving her because he had none; he sprung into being along with her. This has to be his new focus point; he has to be Daddy now. If he can do that, then all the rest goes away; like it never was. Like it never happened.

Except it did. The bleeding and all.

“You’re a…really good Dad.”

He looks back up at Lila, already knowing that he will be going back upstairs with her- that he will be putting his wedding ring back on and going to Marseille.

“Don’t throw it away because she made you think you don’t deserve it. Don’t let her take that from you too. She tried it on me and I won’t see you let her win.”

“Oh great,” he says, planting a kiss on Aoife’s cheek “so you feel sorry for me?”

“No, of course I don't! I’d feel much worse if Mum had raped a nice guy. I still think you’re a total twat. But...” she punches him gently on the shoulder, “you’re my twat now.”

He should be offended, but he isn’t. It’s actually nice just to be treated normally. It’s bizarre that this makes him feel better…but it feels like confirmation that she still sees him the same- that he's not some freak or, worse, a victim. He looks at her and she reads some small part of his gratitude on his face.

She quickly shakes off any small threat of sentimentality in her tone.

“Come on. Get your arse back upstairs. You’ve got some grovelling to do.”

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Undead Unluck ep.1 thoughts

[Four Years and an Anime, Baby!!!]

(Contents: Ch.1 comparison, pacing, animation)

Note: For the sake of this review series, I'm going to avoid any overt references to the later events of the manga. Anything I have to say on that topic will be relegated to their own posts, so anime-onlys can read these too if they're so inclined

And we're off to a great start!!!

Easily the thing that I'm most excited about is the new intro, expanding on To You, From Me (Fuuko's manga, for those who didn't catch the name), which we got basically no information on in the original. I do think it's a little odd that the scene we saw doesn't resemble the one Fuuko is seen reading pretty much at all, but I do like what David Production is going for with it

As a long-time fan, I thought that intro was really cool, and bodes well for how David plans to adapt the manga going forward, likely expanding on or adding scenes that weren't present in the manga to help build atmosphere or context. However, my roommate, who is completely unfamiliar, was strongly confused and taken aback by the strange animation and surreal imagery, so I worry that this addition may be offputting to newcomers. Fingers crossed everyone can overlook that

Aside from that, the beats of chapter 1 are pretty much intact, though a lot of it was sadly truncated or removed for the sake of streamlining to fit the half-hour timeframe, which is to be expected even if it is a bit of a shame. I really loved Andy testing the limits of Unluck, keeping careful track of the relative size of the debris based on how long he touched Fuuko, but in the interest of time, skipping that and keeping the note about how it works is serviceable I suppose

I also think it's a little weird to have Andy and Fuuko alone at the bridge rather than drawing a crowd, especially since they're in such a crowded city, though I'm sure it's more cost-effective to only use the characters who matter instead of animating a bunch of nobodies milling about and being voiced by however many extras would be required. It picks up the pace, and gives way to a very funny reinterpretation of the events of the manga with Andy simply rocketing his head back to where he started instead of Fuuko going to the ground to inspect what she'd done

The most important moments, being the meeting, the haircut, and the battle, were all executed spectacularly, so the connecting moments in between being less than stellar is perfectly acceptable. I don't have any trouble believing that people will enjoy themselves watching this and be engaged enough to continue on

Andy's animations were very fluid and imaginative, I particularly loved the touch of him floating the knife on a jet of his blood rather than just balancing it on his finger while letting himself bleed. The blood on Andy's teeth evaporating after Fuuko stabbed him was also a great way to indicate how Undead works, whereas in the manga his teeth are just mysteriously clean a few panels later, potentially misleading readers into thinking that it's a continuity error. Oh, and Andy's body vanishing after he tosses his head to Fuuko? It's so clear that someone on this team is familiar with the source material, adding details that would logically be present even if the author didn't portray them in the original, which is great because Tozuka is already extemely detail-oriented

I will admit, I am not the biggest fan of the voice actors. I've never really liked Yuichi Nakamura too much, and I just don't think he's the best fit for Andy specifically. Moe Kahara is a pretty new actress, I believe, and she just sounds kind of...unrefined, I guess? I'm sure she'll grow on me, or she'll get more experienced and give a stronger performance as she goes, so I'm not going to write her off, I just thought she sounded a bit generic here. Whether that's a matter of skill or direction is also debatable, so again, I'm not going to rag on her too much

The opening theme, though played without the visuals as per usual with first episodes, sounded rad, and I'm super excited to see the full thing next week. I'm sad that I have to wait for it, but I'm more than happy enough with the episode itself that I don't mind

Overall, though I obviously have to say that the corresponding manga chapter is better, I greatly enjoyed the first episode and highly recommend it both to newcomers because it does a solid job in and of itself and to manga fans because it provides a nice new perspective on the source material. I'm pretty hard to please with this sort of thing, or rather pretty easy to disappoint, so for me to walk away with a strongly positive attitude is a huge mark in this adaptation's favor

Not only am I still excited to see how this anime goes going forward, my confidence in how well it's going to present the story I love so much has only gone up, so I can't call this episode anything other than a rousing success for me. I hope you all enjoyed it too, and I can't wait for episode two!!!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #uu anime #4y1a reviews

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On the Easel (Blank Canvas Side Story): Tatara and Houji

Context: The Chì Shé Theater Company is showing its Japanese production of its new play Iron Tongues, which is, in part, written by Tatara, the lighting director of the Japan branch. Takes place during Chapter 9 of Blank Canvas. Under the cut.

The curtains fell on the final act, and people applauded. Tatara, in the darkness of the theater, sighed with relief. It was over, and it was well received. That's all he could ask for.

He tried to look for Sen as people cleared her out. He wanted to ask her what she thought, try to understand the fog around her mind that he still had yet to pierce, but the crowd, much like that fog, kept him away. That head of fern hair he was so fond of was nowhere to be seen, and he gave up. He'd see her afterward anyway, along with that artist she liked to drag around for whatever reason.

He still didn't understand what she saw in him. Sure, his art fit the aesthetic of her work, but it wasn't the best he'd seen. Plenty of the artists she'd brought for him to talk to had done better, more informed work, so what made Haise Sasaki different?

He feared he'd never know, but before he could dwell on that idea, a familiar voice spoke behind him.

"Xin."

Tatara turned around and glared. The face it belonged to had gotten older, with more wrinkles, but he still recognized it since Yan's funeral.

"Houji," he said, not caring to suppress his disgust. "Why are you here?"

"Work has me here in Tokyo for the time being, and I heard your play was tonight." Houji smiled slightly. "I wanted to see how far you've come."

Tatara scowled at that. "Is that so? Well, now you know."

Houji sighed. "Xin, we don't have to do this. I'm tired, and I'm sure you're tired, too. I'm sorry-- I truly am-- but this is getting us nowhere."

But Tatara dug in his heels. "It's easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to live with the fact that his brother is dead every day for the rest of his life. You're not the one who has to look at your sorry mug and remember that his brother chose a stranger over his own life."

"Xin--" Houji began.

“My brother cared about you enough to save your sorry ass, and clearly, you’re grateful, as you should be. But don’t pretend I feel the same way. Yan was irreplaceable to me— to everyone at Chì Shé— and he’s gone forever because he picked you over us.” Tatara leaned forward, making sure to memorize the building anguish and regret, burning like fire, in Houji’s eyes. “Thank you for coming to tonight’s performance. Don’t speak to me again.”

Houji’s mouth was a thin line. “Of course. But, first... might I be allowed a congratulations?”

Tatara squinted. “Fine. Accepted.”

Houji bowed before turning to leave. His continued nonchalance about the whole thing ticked Tatara off. At least pretend to feel more than just a little bad. Houji was the entire reason Tatara was the lighting director and not Yan. But Houji's posture betrayed nothing as he disappeared back into the crowd.

Tatara tried to scoff, but it turned into a sigh. It was good Fei wasn’t here to slap him upside the head; he wouldn’t hear the end of it if she learned Houji had shown up.

She was always asking Tatara to forgive him, as if there was anything to forgive. Houji hadn’t been the one to choose, hadn't been the one to survive of his own will. Yet, every time Tatara saw his face, he just saw Yan being consigned to the flames for a man he barely knew.

He clicked his tongue. It was pointless to think about it; Houji would never show up again if he knew what was good for him. Tatara had more important things to focus on, like the resort and finding Ayato.

He stalked off in the opposite direction.

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Thanks for reading!

#shrugs #something short to try and combat this fucking writer's block #also wanted to dig a bit more into tatara; still learning how to write him of course #also yeah i just sacrificed yan and not fei sorry #tg #tokyo ghoul #tatara #kousuke houji #blank canvas

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I love RE4 remake, but if there’s one thing I feel that we were absolutely robbed of, it’s the scene when Leon attacks Ada. It had so much potential. They could have really expanded on it. We’ve seen throughout the game that Saddler can command people who are infected with the Plaga without being near them. Imagine if they had included that scene and we could actually see/hear Saddler give Leon the order to attack Ada. We could've seen Leon desperately trying to resist Saddler's control and ultimately losing the fight over his own body. We could’ve seen him trying to warn Ada as she approaches to see what's wrong, knowing that he’s not going to be able to stay in control for much longer. The scene would have also shown us that even if there is some tension between Leon and Ada, they still care about each other. This would be apparent by Leon being desperate not to hurt her, and Ada showing concern for Leon while he’s fighting with the parasite for control. Maybe this could even be when Ada finds out that Leon is infected (I’m not entirely sure if she knows at this point in the game since he never brings it up to her. She only knows that Ashley is infected, I think). The scene would've also worked as a parallel to Ashley attacking Leon earlier in the castle.

I've thought about this quite a bit tbh because I also wanted a violent Leon plaga freakout for various reasons don't kinkshame me, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was removed for a reason.

Or, rather, a few reasons.

His plaga freakout in OG never really made much sense, and it definitely wouldn't make sense in the context of remake. In OG, he almost just kind of goes berserk and starts attacking Ada because... ???? The ganados attack people, I guess? But in this version of the lore, Saddler would have had to have given that order directly, and if Leon and Ada are alone in a room together, there's really no way for Saddler to know where she is, because he doesn't have full control over Leon as part of the hivemind yet. So how would he give the order? With Leon and Ashley, it was easier, because her plaga was more advanced than his was, and it's a given that if Ashley's not in the hands of the Los Illuminados, then she's with Leon.

Ada's goals in remake where Leon is concerned seem to have changed. In OG, Ada keeps checking up on Leon because she needs his mission to succeed because her plan the whole time was for him to get the sample by killing Saddler, and then she'd take it from him. So, she was always checking up on him to make sure he'd get to where she needed him to be. In remake, Ada's using him as a distraction. She makes sure that he's always pointed in the right direction so that he can go fuck shit up while she does things in the wake of his chaos -- but she doesn't need him, necessarily. It sounds like she and Wesker have a contingency plan already in place if Leon was to get killed and/or blow it. There's no need for her to be checking in on him in person this time around the way that she does in OG. So, there'd be no reason for her to approach him in order for this scene to happen in the first place. It'd run counter to Ada's character motivation this time around.

Having Leon successfully fight off Saddler's influence undercuts Saddler's power and menace as a villain. Neither Leon or Ashley successfully break away from Saddler's hold on them at any point (it seems like Saddler either lets them go voluntarily or he's reached the limit of what his influence can do with their plagas being as early in development as they are), so for Leon to randomly do that makes the threat less threatening and lowers the stakes significantly.

The scene itself is unnecessary when it comes to conveying that Leon and Ada still have concern for each other. The boat scene does a lot of heavy lifting this time around. Ada is downright warm towards him in the boat scene, and Leon conveys that he very clearly still wants to think the best of her, even if he's wary about doing it.

Their relationship is not meant to be the same in remake as it was in OG. Just. Straight up. Unlike OG, RE4R is very aware that Ada is a significant part of the trauma that Leon's still trying to process from Raccoon City. Leon distrusts Luis up until the moment of Luis's death because of what Ada did to him -- is still doing to him. In OG, that part of Leon does not exist, which is why he trusts Luis instantly in OG. For remake to put in a scene of Leon trying to fight off Saddler's influence in order to not hurt Ada, it really takes away from the efficacy of that part of his character arc, and it's a distraction from all of the ways that Ada's already hurt him. It would show that Leon is still in the same place he's always been in terms of putting everyone before himself, regardless of who they are, when that's not supposed to be who he is anymore in remake.

So. yeah. While I want plaga!Leon, too, (and also maybe wish that Ada still kneed Leon in the balls), that scene was removed for a very good reason, and I'm glad they cut it.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ada wong #meta analysis #also i couldn't tell if this was a thinly veiled aeon ask #but it's probably worth mentioning that we do not respect that ship in this house #i'll acknowledge it for what it is in canon #and that tends to piss off aeon shippers because what it is in canon is unhealthy #and it directly contributes to leon's downward mental health spiral and his drinking problem #like if you didn't have red flags waving and alarm bells blaring in your head during that part in RE6 #where he cradles her after she's been shot and manically begs for her to not die #like #jesus christ dudes #get your radars checked #like i always knew that leon's mental health was in a bad way #but even that moment where he admitted he's been suicidal since RE2 was not as alarming to me as that moment there ^#that was the moment where i went #oh no #leon's not fucking okay and needs help holy shit #(not really related to leon/ada at all but the other moment that made me really fuckin scared for his mental health #was in vendetta #where he's sitting there plastered and chris is yelling at him to get his shit together #and leon finally stops being a brat and opens up #and starts talking about how he feels like he's trapped in a loop where he just watches people die over and over and over again #and he says very painfully and very sincerely #'is this what my life's supposed to be?'#holy shit #the way that i did the full lisa simpson lean forward bug eyed mouth agape thing in that moment #fuck dudes #just fuck)

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Ooh, remember that ask last month you had about "what if Marcy started out at Toad Tower?" One way I think Grime could get that book about positive reinforcement and leadership - he could get his hands on that if such a book from the library is in Marcy's backpack. Anyway, that ask has also made me want to ask: what's your interpretation on how things would go if Sasha landed in Wartwood and Anne landed in Newtopia in that scenario?

Yeah that might work. Marcy reading something like How to Make Friends and Influence People and Grime trying it as a 'This is so stupid, who really believes this garbage' would be pretty funny. Then using it on Marcy. Yeah I think you could get something going there.

As for Anne and Sasha, I know people have done these swaps before and probably put way more thought into them than I'm about to.

Anne: With Newtopia's more cosmopolitan nature and Andrias's willingness to indulge for obedience, I think Anne kind of goes full denial coping for her months in Newtopia. Recreating an approximation of her life on Earth while she waits for Sash and Marcy to find her in the capital. Andrias would insist on keeping the box in Newtopia and only allowing the girls to take the stones to recharge em.

Sasha: I think she would chafe under conditions in Wartwood. While her relationship with Grime in canon shows she is open to a mentor figure, I don't think there's anyone in Wartwood she would respect enough at first to allow that relationship in. Lets go through a few episodes to where I would change things

Beast of Wartwood: Few changes Ivy is the one who goes out looking for the beast since her and Felicia are going to be her Wartwood family. Also, Wally shows up with a black eye in his good eye after he hits Sasha with his accordian and she just decks him.

So Sasha just shows up in town one day, fighting the red mantis head on. Almost dies after her hunting stick breaks, but Ivy managed to distract the creature long enough for Sasha to live. Sasha then saves Ivy in return by killing the mantis. The townsfolk are scared and in awe, and Sasha capitalizes on this to ask for directions and supplies, basically daring them to try and mob her. Definitely think she takes a red mantis claw war-scythe as her weapon of choice to start.

Ivy offers the Sundew's Spare Room (Where Sasha and Grime stayed in canon when they came to Wartwood). Felicia is hesitant but doesn't refuse on account of Sasha saving Ivy.

(Why isn't she with the Plantars? I love the Plantars and in the context of awiw I can see Sasha having a better relationship than she did in canon, but I really don't see S1 Sasha vibing with them easily. She'd find Sprig grating, and Hop Pop high and mighty attitude insufferable. I'm sure others have done it well, but I also would like to explore Ivy more with an AU like this)

Best Fronds: So Marcy and Anne who were told 'It's suicide to try and brave the mountains this time of year' and both decide 'Well guess I'm stuck in this town for the next few months. Better get comfortable.' Sasha on the other hand hears that and goes 'Whatever, I bet I can handle it.' Takes what supplies she can gather and warm coat and just starts marching for the pass, followed in secret by Ivy who after a fight with her mom is on a 'Want to go out and see the world' kind of mood and vibes with Sasha super hard on that.

The two end up saving each other in the mountain but end up isolated in a cave after a blizzard in the pass gets worse. The two of them bond a bit, even as they start to come down with a cold. Sasha wraps Ivy in her coat so she doesn't become a popsicle (Gonna establish that while the instant hibernation is good for a day, longer stretches could be fatal for frogs.)

Both get woken up by some kind of horrible bear creature whose cave this is and Sasha is too sick to really fight effectively. Felicia ends up swooping in and saving the both of them with her kickass martial arts abilities, and drags them both back to the cafe to rest up and recover. Sasha has a new respect for both the dangers of this world and the person who took her in. Also accepts she is probably stuck here for the time being.

Dating Season: This is mostly focused on Ivy wanting to get closer with Sprig and Sasha just giving the worst most toxic advice. It's a trainwreck and an early wakeup call for her about how she's been treating her friends

Cafe Chaos: Sasha helps out Felicia with the cafe and suggests some earth-like changes to improve things, including live music, more drink options. An episode somewhere in between Lily Pad-Thai and Plantars last stand. I think things start to get out of hand when Sasha recruits Maddie to help with some of the crazier drink options.

Martial Artist: Episode of Sasha and Ivy getting Felicia to show them how she beat up the bear in best fronds and having to learn things the hard way.

Grubhog Day: Sasha convinces Ivy to play hooky with her for the day after Ivy expresses disappointment at having to miss the festival to help out a the cafe again. They have fun but Ivy gets in trouble with Felicia and Ivy gets annoyed at Sasha for it. Sasha is kind of blasse about it, basically telling Ivy not to worry about it (mirroring a flashback of a time Anne got in trouble with her parents for one of Sasha's plans) only Ivy isn't really taking it.

Tax Toads: At this point Sasha has been doing some big heroics around town and shuts down the toads as soon as they come to Felicia's cafe. Beats them into submission and drags their asses to Toadstool (who, man, Sasha does not care for). Demands to know where the tax money is and sends the tax toads with it and politely suggest they suck less at their job in the future. The ramifications of this will be obvious later

Prom Queen: Sasha runs for mayor just to belittle toadstool but ultimately ends up losing for similar reasons as Hop Pop in canon

Alright that's what I got just spitballing. Gonna go back to writing the new chapter of aAA

#Amphibia #Sasha Waybright #Sasha in Wartwood #swap au

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daughterofhighever-blog · 8 months

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Weirdly Specific Character Building Questions...

[ compiling my responses for @quiisquiliae, @chasindtrevelyan, @aetherianxarchive, and an anon! (edit: I feel like I might have accidentally missed a submission. all the asks are gone from my box now though. If you submitted one and you don't see it answered here, please resubmit. I sowwy! ]

1.) What's the lie your character says most often?

'Don't worry about me, I'm fine.' Elissa is a protective, care taking person by her default nature - but in every iteration of her story, the survivor's guilt ramps this up several orders of magnitude. People don't take care of her, she takes care of people. That's her entire purpose and reason for being. She will lie to others and to herself rather stubbornly to avoid the thought that she can't do it all.

2.) How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’? She uses the word friend quite frequently, and in many contexts, so in that sense she uses it loosely. Aside from being a chronic care taker, sometimes pathologically so, Elissa is also a mediator and peacekeeper in a lot of ways. It comes part and parcel with her position and upbringing. However it is generally easy to tell whenever she calls someone "friend", whether she means it in a disarming, feather smoothing way during tense negotiations, or in a "I will jump the shit of a literal goddess like a rabid weasel on coke to protect you" way. There isn't much in between for her.

3.) How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? Its a very narrow range of circumstances when Elissa is going to misrepresent the tenor of her thoughts or emotions deliberately to someone she's interacting with. Most of those situations are going to be in an antagonistic context. With people she cares about and loves? The only time she's really going to try acting in direct contradiction to what she's genuinely feeling is if she's in pain and doesn't want to burden them with it because they're already going through shit themselves. Other times if there's reason to think it'd be poorly received, she'll downplay or avoid acknowledging negative emotions/opinions - but if pressed or confronted, isn't going to lie.

tldr; it's usually the intensity of her emotions she conceals from others, rather than the nature of the emotion itself.

4.) What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? Playing instruments - her favorite was the flute. She was moderately talented with stringed instruments like a lyre or lute, but pipes, flutes, tin whistles, etc were the ones she was best at. She was trying to get some of the servants in the castle to teach her how to play the mouth-harp just before the attack on Castle Cousland at the start of the Blight. 7.) What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell? I'd yell, "HEY COUS-COUS!" She gets an irritated scowl on her face that makes me giggle when I think of it. Half the time she snaps back, (with a thin undercurrent of 'You're lucky I love you') "Fuck you!"... Fergus would call her 'Lissy or 'Lissa. You know it's someone she's with romantically or in love with if they can call her 'Liss and not be punched in the arm. She loathes being called that, with the sole exception of a romantic partner.

(bonus: it may be cliche, but in my head I imagine her Varric!nickname would be something like, "Short Stack".)

8.) How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? Unlike with the word 'friend', her saying "I love you" is much more strict. That is not a phrase that leaves her mouth lightly - at all, ever. If she tells your muse that she loves them? You bet your ass she'd start wars and set the world on fire for them - she has, in some verses. (This is not restricted to romantic partners. This applies as well to friends and family, blood or chosen.) 12.) What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! Situations or interactions that fluster a typically stoic or grumpy person. Leliana teasing Sten about being a big softie, or the times Alistair is able to aggravate Morrigan during the banter about her nose resembling Flemeth's, Nathaniel teasing Velanna during Awakening ("Your ears aren't clownishly large at all!"), etc. 34.) How do they greet someone they like / love? Taking both their hands between hers, or double clasped forearms, or grasping/squeezing both their upper arms with a bright smile. Basically any greeting that uses both hands or arms. 37.) What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell? I'm struggling to come up with an answer to this one. As a general rule? There just isn't one she'd keep from a serious romantic partner. If Elissa brings someone into her heart that deeply, there isn't anything in terms of life events or personal history she'd keep from them. THE ONLY CAVEAT TO THIS - If said serious romantic partner is NOT ALSO a Grey Warden... Then Order secrets, like the ones Jory was killed to protect, she would not intend to ever tell them or allow them to discover. Of course, shit sometimes happens... but those are the only beans she would refuse to willingly spill to a lover or spouse. 58.) How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

It's kind of hard to say, as there are a number of things Elissa enjoys doing that she's good at - but they usually fall under the umbrella of "skills necessary or useful to her position/background". She can garden (her favorite 'practical' hobby), cook, sew, do basic embroidery, etc... But looking at the ones that don't fall in that center of the venn diagram between practically useful and enjoyable? It tends to be artistically creative ones. She loves to make music, sing, and dance. Would (and still could, or would in the right circumstance) stand out in the pouring rain, twirling around dancing and laughing with her arms outstretched.

#;;codex: elissa cousland #ask meme #ask prompt #;;codex asks #;;inbox answers

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frostcorpsclub · 1 year

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suzy x nonbinary reader (not because i want to kiss her or anything.... )

TY for giving me some of the finer details in DMs! I’m sorry if this is a little bare. I don't have much experience with how one would go about validating a non-binary person but I tried my best. <3

Suzy takes her beauty sleep very seriously. She practically drowns herself in blankets and her frilly pink eye mask is super glued to her face, even the tiniest amount of light getting through would just ruin her day.

That is to say, this probably wasn’t the best time.

Her body registered your crying but not quite enough to wake her up, making her toss and turn until you finally grabbed her to shake her awake.

“What?”

She shot up and spat her words out with a venom, taking a second to register what was actually going on, eye mask still on.

“Oh.”

Suzy removed it slowly and turned to you, instinctually reaching out a hand but unable to look directly at you. Yet, as years of emotion spilled from your mouth her eyes and hands made their way to your wet cheeks.

She just stared blankly as you spoke.

Suzy wasn’t completely aware of the reason you were so scared and upset, despite your assertion, but there was one thing she knew would be true no matter the context.

“I am never going to leave you. I worship you. We’re going to be together forever.”

She finally began to smile wide, slightly applying pressure to your cheeks out of excitement like one would want to squeeze the life out of a kitten.

“We are both a little eccentric darling...what do you mean that’s not what you’re talking about?”

You have to think about her tendency to misunderstand but mostly what she does in her free time.

Even if she wasn't on board she'd rather not have to silence you for other reasons, breaking up is off the table.

That night she pushed you back down onto your back and tucked you in, deciding that it’d be better to deal with it in the morning.

You can’t handle an identity crisis without getting any sleep and neither could she.

When you first explained to Suzette what being non-binary actually meant she probably asked a lot of stupid questions.

Bear with her, before you she was probably only used to binary trans people with a straightforward path, she’d have plenty of time to learn about the whole spectrum of identity.

Getting used to your pronouns won’t be difficult though. Believe it or not she CAN read!

They/Them pronouns have been used in literature since the 14th century.

She would actually quite like them, it reminds her of the “royal we.”

Coming out to others was going to be a double edged sword no matter which way the cards were drawn.

On one hand if coming out to your family didn’t go well you’d always have a very luxurious safety net, but either way you’d have to explain to anyone who was anyone that you’d often be interacting with from then on.

Those who weren’t already open minded would be swayed in your favor very quickly.

Assuming Suzy’s bitch of a mother had passed at this point and she was the one in charge of cutting off trade deals and ceasing bail outs.

When it came to preparing you for coming out to your own family she’d be far less equipped. There isn’t much she can do or say but she understands that this is something you need to do.

She gives you as many chances as you need to practice what you plan to say.

Suzy may not know your family but practice makes perfect. She can generally guide you in the direction she feels may end up in a better outcome for you.

Whether this means leaving you with an immediate out or giving them as little ammo for vitriol as possible.

When the time finally came she tightly gripped your shoulders and rested her forehead on your cheek, she wanted you feel her warmth.

That hot spot on your cheek a piece of her to keep with you no matter how your day goes.

#mksimagines #non binary #non binary positivity #non binary reader #enby pride #gender euphoria #enby reader #oc x reader #enby x reader #suzysnowflake #suzy frost #suzy snowflake #suzetteschneeflocke #suzette schneeflocke #suzette frost

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glitchdetail · 2 years

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(( truth serum, from Rose, because *maniacal laughter* ))

"Optimus... what do you... what do you really think of me?"

Oh, if that isn't the question he's been turning over in his head for 5000 years.

Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl are easy - he likes all of them. He respects Garnet's courage, confidence, and self-acceptance; Amethyst is a much-needed bridge between the troubled past and the (currently) peaceful present, regardless of what Pearl thinks; and Pearl is his best friend, insomuch as either of them are capable of expressing that kind of sentiment directly.

Greg and Steven... they're family, but distant family. Optimus suspects he's the problem; that the same thing that's kept him from ever fusing has kept him from getting close. Maybe it's the military programming.

Maybe he's afraid he won't survive losing them.

But her? (And even when people say Pink Diamond, or Rose Quartz, he just thinks of her as her. The names are almost secondary, even if they matter in the greater context of things.)

"I..." He starts, then stops. He starts again. "I'm not sure I have the vocabulary for it." He's always preferred to let his actions do the talking; partially because he's better at doing things anyway (and Amethyst has endlessly roasted him for his motivational speeches), and also because forming the words is difficult.

"...There are things I wish had gone differently." He finally says. "I don't know how we could have done them differently... I think about the gems we lost to the war often. How we could have protected them. There were... so many promises made that they never got to see." He doesn't have to elaborate how - she knows. She was there.

"...I think you have a tendency to run away from your problems," he finally says, the first direct thing he can express, "and it worries me. You've talked about how much you admire humans, and how they can change and grow... but you seem afraid to try and emulate them, and I don't know how to help you with that. I believe you're capable of facing your mistakes and learning from them... but I also know how much our mistakes have cost, and why facing them is difficult.

I... think about my own mistakes often."

It takes him a moment to recover from saying that. It's gone a long time unspoken, but it's true - if he's being honest, really and truly honest, he thinks becoming Rose Quartz without telling the Gems who she was was a mistake. He almost wishes she'd declared war as Pink instead - it would have been much harder to get rid of the Diamonds, yes, but perhaps the truth would have made things easier - more honest - in the long run. Perhaps the consequences of that coming out wouldn't feel so monumental now.

But he can't go back and change that, and he knows she doesn't want to be Pink Diamond, and he respects that. He's not sure he understands, but then, that's not really the point.

And, of course, she knows how badly he took the final attack and its fallout. He still sees it in playback during his recharge cycles - his "dreams", as humans call them.

"...but I don't think that makes you a failure, or a bad Gem. I think... I think you've been trying the best you could with what you have, and while it isn't always good, it's... earnest. Sincere. I... respect you a great deal. I think you are brave, and kind, and you see beauty and value in things that not everyone can. I think you fought valiantly for this planet when you had to, and have done more to help it heal than anyone can truly know.

And... even if there are things I regret about the last 5000 years, being stationed in Pink Diamond's court - meeting you - will never be one of them."

#I had to add a CUT because his inner monologue WON'T SHUT UP #Gems and Alloys AU

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cherryxcadbury · 2 years

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everything has changed-marcus rashford

this is a lil long oop

Y/n: your name

Context: Y/n and Marcus were friends when they were young due to their mom's being very close. At age 14, y/n moved to London with her family. A few years later, Marcus has become a professional footballer and they meet again.

1st person POV

"Are you sure we're taking the right turn Mum?" I asked my mother who was driving the car, my dad giving her directions.

"I think we'd know more about Manchester then you do. We lived here for twenty years!" My father exclaimed.

"Yeah Dad but I grew up here. You can't beat that." I shot back.

"Good point. But it's been what 7 years? You're twenty one now. Are you sure you'd remember much about Manchester?" Mum added.

"You make it seem like I was a fetus when I was 14. Fourteen year olds aren't babies." I scoffed.

"Also, where are we going? The turn to Gran's house was back there." I questioned with confusion.

"Were you not listening when we left the house this morning?" My Mum quizzed knowingly.

"Even if I was listening, how would I remember? It's been like four hours since we started driving. And I was half awake. I wouldn't remember shit if my life depended on it." I defended.

"No swearing." My dad scolded.

"Sorry." I apologised sheepishly.

"Now where are we going?" I inquired, "Like do I need worry about it or can I nap?"

"Let's just say we're seeing someone who you should look presentable in front of." My mum advised.

"Is this presentable?" I checked for confirmation.

My dad turned from the passenger seat and took in my appearance. It consisted of high waisted boyfriend jeans that ended a little above my ankles, a cropped white spaghetti strap tank top, and some Nike trainers.

"That's acceptable, you might be a little cold due to the top though." My dad warned.

"She can use my shawl." My mum offered, tossing a silky item back towards me.

I nodded and thanked her. It technically threw off the whole look, but I didn't care that much.

"So who's so important that I need to look presentable in front of?" I repeated my everlasting question.

"Remember my good friend, Mel?" Mum reminded.

Melanie Rashford. The sweetest, most hardworking woman in all of Manchester. Her and Mum had became good friends after Mum and Dad moved to Manchester. She never had much with being a single mum, feeding five kids. However she always welcomed new neighbours with a dinner. Even if that meant she couldn't eat for the rest of the week.

"How could I forget her? She's the best!" I grinned.

"Well, you and your father haven't seen her since we left. And it's been a couple years since I saw her. Last time I met her in London I promised that she'd be the first person we saw when we came to visit Manchester. And since you're going to be job hunting in Manchester, it'd be a perfect place to start. As you know, Mel knows almost everything going on in Manchester." Mum explained.

"She also said she was very excited to entertain us in her new home." My father chimes in.

"Oh yeah didn't one of the kids become a footballer or something?" I queried innocently.

I was lying, completely. I knew that Marcus had become an amazing footballer. We'd been good friends up until I moved to London. Sure he was two years older than me, but I always loved kicking around a football with him. His elder siblings treated me like a little sister, and no matter how old I got, I never felt embarrassed playing football in front of him. Even though he was pretty good, I wasn't half bad. I just wasn't professional level like him. It didn't really matter though because I doubted that he'd remember me.

"Stop pretending that you don't remember Marcus." My Mum teased.

"Wha— I never said I didn't remember him! I just couldn't remember if he was a footballer. Anyways, didn't he get knighted or something recently?" I continued.

"MBE actually." Dad revealed.

"Does that mean I need to call him Sir?" I groaned.

"Knowing Marcus he probably wouldn't ask that of you. He's done so much for England though. He's a good kid." Mum answered.

My eyes bulged out, "So he'll be there?"

"He should be, yeah. Why? You nervous to see him?" Mum joked.

"What? No. Why would I be nervous? This kid used to be a good friend of mine." I stuttered.

"It's a shame you two couldn't keep in touch." Dad lamented.

"I mean I would've kept in touch if he could. But he was really busy and there was a point in life where they couldn't afford it either." I responded, my heart suddenly aching for what the family had to endure.

I was happy they were finally getting the lives they deserved.

"Did you hear Marcus became one of the youngest English captains in almost twenty years?" My father brought up.

I did know it. I was very aware of everything England football related.

"Wow that's crazy. Good for him. It's a shame I didn't know." I gritted my teeth, lying.

"He's coming off of some injuries right? Can he function?" I asked with genuine concern.

"From what Mel says, he's fine. His injuries don't hinder his ability to get around. He'll look fine when we see him I'm sure." Mum nodded.

The remainder of the car ride consisted of my parents talking with me chiming in occasionally. I wasn't just nervous to see Marcus, but his whole family too. Last time I saw them I was an awkward teenager. Now I was a slightly less awkward young adult. I looked at my reflection in the rear view mirror and put my hair into a bun with a few strands falling out in order to achieve that "effortless" look.

I wasn't huge on makeup, especially when I had a long car ride. I was not going to be that person who tried to do makeup when the car was moving, so I waited. What? Marcus was an MBE, I needed to look decent. When the car finally did stop for more than a few seconds, I grabbed some mascara, foundation, contour, and concealer. All of which happened to be my mum's.

"If you're doing makeup for the first time in forever might as well add some lip gloss." My mum suggested, handing me her gloss.

I put it on quickly and draped the shawl over myself quite fashionably. I got out of the car and looked around. Where were we?

It was almost as if my mum could read my mind. Because she answered, "The Rashford home."

I don't know whether I was just dumb, but I didn't expect our stop for my makeup to be OUR FINAL STOP.

"Let's go then. I guess." I shrugged my shoulders, dying on the inside.

The three of us walked over to the door and rang the bell. I expected to see Mel's warm face, but instead we were greeted with a smiling maid who brought us to the sitting room. It was absolutely gorgeous. Not very family room like and super chill, but visually it was stunning.

"I feel like I'm in a room at Buckingham Palace." I whispered to my dad.

"You're telling me." My dad muttered.

"Well if it isn't my favourite family in the world." A female voice greeted.

I looked up to see my mum and Melanie racing towards each other, getting into a bone crushing hug. My father followed and also gave Mel a huge hug. Just not bone crushing. After they were done, Mel smiled at me. I got up and walked towards her. I saw unsure of what to do so I just copied my parents.

"Uhm hi Auntie Mel." I spoke softly.

"Oh my god y/n. Look at how beautiful you've become. You're all grown up!" Melanie sighed, her eyes watering with pride.

"Thanks Auntie Mel. We've all missed you." I replied earnestly, giving her a hug.

"As have we!" Mel grinned while four of her five kids arrived in the sitting room.

They were a bit older than me and even though they treated me like a younger sister, we weren't insanely close. So you'd imagine my surprise when they all gave me hugs and began to chatter animatedly about my life. I told them about how I was finishing up university in a month or so and was on the hunt for a job, possibly in Manchester.

"What did you study in university?" I was asked.

"Psychology." I informed.

"I believe Man City is looking for a team psychologist or therapist or whatever you call it. You should submit an application." One suggested.

"Yeah right! Marcus would not be happy about that." The eldest sibling exclaimed.

"I wouldn't be happy about what?" A new voice entered the conversation.

It was Marcus. Obviously. He walked into the sitting with a look of confusion on his face. This look quickly turned to a smile upon seeing my parents beaming faces.

"Mr and Mrs y/l/n! It's a pleasure to see you again!" He greeted, giving them big hugs.

"My god Marcus, we're so proud of what you've become!" Dad complimented.

I found it kind of odd how my parents acted the same to Marcus and his elder siblings. They showed the same pride in each of the Rashford children's accomplishments. I was sure they would've favoured Marcus since he's the footballer.

They talked a little bit before the attention was finally directed towards me. Great, just what I wanted. Note the sarcasm.

"Marcus you remember our daughter I'm sure, y/n." My Mum reintroduced, pointing towards me.

Marcus's line of vision shifted so that he looked directly at me. He looked at me with peculiarity before a wave of recognition passed over his face. He grinned.

"Of course. Oh my days it's been a while hasn't it?"

I nodded, "Uhm yeah. It's so nice to see you again Marcus. I mean sir."

Marcus and the other people in the room chuckled when I addressed him with sir.

"We practically grew up together. No need to call me sir y/n." He chuckled.

I held out my hand for a handshake, but he hugged me instead. I smiled a little against his chest.

"I missed those two." I heard Mel whisper.

We broke the hug after thirty seconds and waited for conversation to resume.

"Do you know Marcus, that y/n has been looking for a job in Manchester." One of Marcus's elder brothers informed.

Marcus looked at me for confirmation, and I gave him a small smile and nod.

"That's great! What do you plan on doing?" He asked with genuine interest.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well I'll be getting my psychology degree from university in about two months. So I'm just seeing what options I have in Manchester. Your sister told me that Man City was looking for a team psychologist, so maybe them."

Marcus's eyes widened.

"What? You can't work for Man City. Work for Man United instead!"

I held in laughter at his reaction, "What's wrong with City? Plus I'd prefer the team that tends to win more."

"Well they lost the champions league." He defended.

"At least they qualified for the champions league." I shot back with a smirk.

He was stuck there. He rolled his eyes with a small smile while the others laughed.

"Still, I'd be happy to show you around Manchester again and perhaps help you find a job that's not at Manchester City." He offered.

"I'd like that." I accepted.

"Well why don't you two go now?" Mel suggested.

"What?" We both questioned.

"Well it's a Saturday. And you two are young so I'd imagine you'd want to be out and about rather than spend some time here with the old adults. All we'll do is talk and eat. So go and explore Manchester!" Mel encouraged.

"I'm okay with that if you are..." I told Marcus who nodded.

We said our 'see you laters' to everyone and I followed Marcus to the garage. Once we got to the garage I was stunned to see multiple expensive cars. Very unlike teenage Marcus.

"This one's the one we're going in." Marcus gestured to a smooth black Mercedes.

That was more like Marcus. He wasn't the flashy type who drove bright coloured flashy cars. I walked towards the car but stopped when a football was passed to my feet.

"You still any good at football?" Marcus queried with a smirk.

I scoffed,"Please. I was never good."

"What do you mean? You were the best partner I had before signing to Man United."

"Did you not beat me almost every time we played?" I reminded.

He rolled his eyes, "Well you were holding your own against a current professional footballer. So I'd say you were pretty good in retrospect. Can you still juggle?"

I blushed a little at his compliment and nodded.

I placed the ball on my foot and began juggling, doing several touches with my feet before working up to my knees, shoulders, and eventually head. I was careful to not hit any of the cars. After a little bit I caught the ball with my hand, as I had a feeling it'd hit a car.

"Not bad y/n. Not bad at all." Marcus complimented.

I curtsied jokingly before we both got into the car. He was actually a decent driver.

"Y/n, I missed you, a lot." Marcus confessed.

I looked at him very confused.

"What? Really?"

He nodded.

"How come you never visited when you were in London then?" I gulped.

Marcus ran a hand through his hair, "I thought you forgot about me."

I felt like laughing, "How could I forget you Marcus? We were almost like best friends. Plus even if I wanted to forget you it'd be too hard. You face was plastered everywhere in London. There was no escaping you. Especially during the World Cup."

"I was also a little too shy." He added.

"That's something we both have in common." I jested.

"You wanna know a secret?" Marcus asked.

"Obviously."

"Well when I was younger, I kind of fancied you. But I thought it was weird because I had two years on you." Marcus admitted.

"I could see how that would be weird yeah. But I adored you Marcus. Still do, kind of." I agreed.

"Wait what happened to your girlfriend?" I suddenly remembered.

"Oh we broke up last year. We've stayed friends though, so it's all good." He informed.

"She was such a sweet girl. Pretty too." I muttered.

"Not as beautiful as you." Marcus murmured.

I did a double take in his direction to make sure I heard correctly.

"What'd you say?" I eyed him.

"Nothing." He shook his head, eyes focused on the road.

"Really? Because I swear I heard you call me beautiful." I smirked.

"Maybe I did. It's no secret you've grown up to be even more gorgeous then you were before." Marcus sighed.

I thanked him and felt my cheeks become warmer rapidly. We said nothing for the remainder of the ride till we got to downtown Manchester. We were just about to get out of the car before I stopped him.

"Marcus?" I spoke, putting a hand on his forearm.

"Y/n?" He mimicked with a laugh.

That was all I needed for confirmation because the next thing I knew, I was brought my lips to his. Within a second his lips responded to mine and they began to move in sync. After a whole minute we broke the kiss. I was breathing heavily.

"I-uh. Marcus I'm sorry, I don't really know what got int—" I started but was cut off with Marcus kissing me.

"Don't be sorry. At all. Unless you're sorry that you did it. In that case I'm sorry." Marcus started rambling.

I giggled at how cute he was.

"So. Job hunting? I don't know about you, but suddenly I really want to stay in Manchester." I smiled.

"Let's go!" He cheered.

Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me and we walked through the city with his arm wrapped around my waist and my head against his chest.

five hours…

@footballnews:

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@footballnews: This just in! Manchester United forward was spotted leaving the HR department of rival club Manchester City. He was seen with his arms wrapped around a girl, who was grinning madly while the forward was seen with a smile on his face as well. Are we sensing a certain footballer signing for Manchester City? Or was his business at the Manchester City building strictly due to the lass who appears to be his girlfriend? Whatever it is, we know one thing for sure, and that is that this woman has the one time England Captain wrapped around her finger. Link to the photos of the 'couple' in our bio!

Tagged: @marcusrashford, @manutd, @mancity

Comments:

@marcus.rashy: We'll support our king whether he goes blue or stays red❤️💛💙🤍

@mancity_news: this will be some of the best news I've heard all summer😁😁

@gloryglory_manutd: LIES! Fake news! Rashford wouldn't leave just to go to city😬

@simp_for_rashford: who's the girl? 🤫

@my_raheem_STARLING: excited🤩🤩

@ashanti_grayson: @y/n.y/l/n this you girlie? don't lie😏

↳@y/n.y/l/n: I have no idea what ur talking about cuzzo;)

↳@marcusrashford: no idea my arse @y/n.y/l/n

↳@y/n.y/l/n: I hate u😡 @marcusrashford

↳@marcusrashford: love u too😜❤️ @y/n.y/l/n

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beelovesnct · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

— December 2019 - 9:00AM [MAMA Awards]

summary: where aiko went trending because of her pink suit.

The boys watched with interested eyes, to the female who just walked out of her room.

Her steps were gentle, the pitter-patter of her tiny feet was almost non-existent as she carried herself in a way that exudes grace and elegance, a complete contrast of her context having just awoken from her slumber.

She placed her hand on her mouth, a yawn escaping as she opened the refrigerator door, still unaware of the prying eyes that stayed glued to her figure the moment she exited her own premises.

It was only when she shut the cooling machine down, did she notice the four stalking gazes of her co-habitants.

With a blink of her eyes, she asked, "What's up?"

Renjun scoffed amusedly, "What's up? What's up with you, pastel girl?"

Renjun's emphasis on two certain words prompted Aiko to raise her eyebrow, sitting between them on the sofa as she inhaled her morning coffee.

"What are you talking about?"

"This, noona!" Jisung forced the phone in front of her, crowding just behind her to review the picture once more.

The others did as well, with Renjun and Jaemin staying seated on both sides of Aiko, while Jeno and Jisung made way and simply stood at the back of the sofa.

All of them awaited Aiko's reaction to what fans were calling, 'An Iconic Photo.'

"Oh, was this taken yesterday?" She expressed, looking at the fansite image on Jisung's phone.

It was her, in a pink crop-top suit, mindlessly staring somewhere—the details of which she couldn't even make out at that moment, with her elbow resting on the surface of her leg, and her hand playing with her mouth.

It was a good picture, she would definitely admit—the person who shot it had talent in looking for certain angles and movements that could capture the subject's best face. Yet, as much as Aiko appreciated the fan service, she simply couldn't pinpoint what was so special about it.

"I-It's a good picture?" She voiced out, unsure of what they wanted to hear.

The boys unanimously let out a sound of frustration, "That's it?!"

Picking up on their annoyance, Aiko flinched, "What do you expect me to say?"

Jisung grabbed her shoulders, closing in on her face as he directed her attention back to his phone, exiting the image and letting her soak in the number of articles pertaining to that exact picture.

"Noona, you're trending."

With this, even Aiko let out a sound of surprise, "What, why?"

"Because people think you're hot," Jaemin answered for her, pinching her cheek as he laughed along with how she took in the news—they thought she'd be happy, but a flustered Aiko was something they'd take any day too.

Although, her admittance to her pose only made them coo at her naivety and innocence. "Huh. I was only really adjusting my braces, it was hurting my cheek tissues."

[AN] For context, I'm using RV's Joy's narrative for this scenario >< Her award show dress and pose will forever be iconic!!

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@jawline-of-steel I hope, as my new best friend (hehe), that you like this!😁💛💛👍 (I also hope that it's the right context and that😅💛)

You've Got The Wrong Girl.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: bad language, implied sexual themes, very vague mentions of death and blood (but only if you look closely)

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Somehow, David manages to exhale his next breath of smoke in an aggressive manner as he leans back against his motorcyle, muscles tense and stance almost uncomfortable, drawing the other's attention to him instantly.

"Where's (Y/n)?" Is Paul's first question, the tall blonde moving forwards slightly, craning his head around to look for his leader's significant other.

"I don't care." He huffs angrily, lips closing around the butt of his cigarette once more, blue eyes iced over.

"Ooh, what happened? Did she shove a pole up your arse?" Marko quips, smirking to Paul suggestively, only to yelp when David's hand snaps round to clip him round the ear, the platinum blonde's venomous scowl fixed on him briefly.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, or I'll take great pleasure in doing it for you." He snarls at him, voice deceivingly quiet and threatening.

None of them speak for a few minutes, David's anger almost rippling off of him in static waves, keeping the air around them charged and tense, the four of them eyeing the area around them as a way to ignore this. Eventually, Marko and Paul wander off, bored as hell and feeling incredibly awkward, not quite noticing their leader's dirty look as they walk away, leaving Dwayne and David behind to brood in silence. Once again, neither of them say anything, until the dark haired vampire finally has enough of the tension, standing from his motorcycle and going to stand before David with a curious look on his face.

"What happened between you and (Y/n)?" He questions, blunt and to the point as always.

"What do you mean?" David's voice is monotone, blue eyes boring into Dwayne's pointedly.

"Don't pull that bullshit with me, you've been acting cold since you got here. The only time you ever get this annoyed is when (Y/n)'s said or done something you don't agree with." The tanned vampire points out, crossing his arms over his bare chest with a frown.

"I don't have to tell you anything." His leader responds, ees narrowing as he throws his cigarette butt to the floor, where he uses his foot to crush out the embers.

"No, but then at least act better towards the rest of us. You're not being fair on us." Dwayne snaps in reply, before he turns and walks off in a different direction, ignoring David as he let's out a low growl.

Sulking, David kicks at the tyre of his motorcycle, scowling at a surfer as they pass by, only to sigh in frustration and go looking for the object of his frustration: (Y/n), the girl who he somehow cares for, yet has the capacity to royally piss him off at any given time. It was, ironically, what drew him to her in the first place, her ability to completely go against what he asks without thinking twice about it, finding her personality a near perfect match to his. It's this thought that prompts him to go looking for her now.

He looks high and low, not entirely sure where she'd go without the boys, only to have an epiphany when he steps into the part that is lined with food stalls, figuring out exactly where she is in seconds. His icy eyes immediately find the back of her head amongst the sea of others, his legs instinctively taking him over to her, a habit he'll probably never kick, even in his long years of living. As he reaches her, David takes a hold of her wrist and goes to pull her into the nearest alley with the intention of talking to her, only to feel a little surprised when she digs her heels into the floor and stops still, her eyes meeting his challengingly.

"I'm busy at the moment, David. Would you mind coming back later?" She inquires with a false smile, pulling her arm from his grip.

"I would not. Come with me." He responds, drily, glaring at her as she cocks her head and looks at him.

"I'm busy, David. I'd rather stay here." She presses, shrugging as she goes to walk away, only to squeak suddenly when the vampire grabs her around the waist and carries her over his shoulder into the alley, ignoring the looks people are giving him as she hits him on the back, demanding that he let her go. Once out of sight, he puts her down, standing uncomfortably close to her to make his point, body outsizing her's with ease, though she doesn't back down, even as he places one hand on the wall behind her to stop her from trying to get away again.

"Well now that you've manhandled me in here, what do you want?" She sighs out, exasperated at the vampire's tactics, her eyes remaining fixed on his in defiance.

"I want you to stop behaving like a brat all the time, (Y/n). You've been testing my patience for weeks now, and I've had enough of it. Stop it before I make you." He threatens her, flashing his eyes slightly to make his point more obvious.

"Hold on, you want me to stop being who I am? And what in the hell are you going to do to enforce that, David? You know you don't scare me, even if you are a murderous person. You've got the wrong girl to be ordering around like that, something which you signed up for the moment you asked me out." She informs him, stepping forwards slightly, poking his chest to enunciate her words properly, unaffected by his tough guy act.

"I am well aware that you aren't a pushover, (Y/n). All I'm asking is that you don't put up such a fight all the time. Your sarcasm I can live with, because you put up with mine, but your attitude at times is something that has to stop. And as for what I'll do to you, you know full well what I mean." David growls quietly to her, leaning in close towards her neck, where he snaps his teeth, his canines pushing out long enough to lightly graze over her skin, images of him tearing into my skin flashing into her head, put there by the platinum blonde backing her into the wall.

"Controlling much, huh? Don't you realise that you can't make my decisions for me and control how I'm supposed to act? You shouldn't be asking me to adjust my entire personality to suit yours, David. If we're not getting along, we both need to change something. I'm happy to tone it down a bit, but only if you stop being so damn dominant all the time. I get that you're into that and all, but it doesn't always make for an easy relationship, so that's something you need to think through before coming here with your high-and-mighty orders for me." She explains to him, standing up straight as he leans over her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

For a minute, he says nothing, regarding her with an expression half-caught in anger, half in contemplation, a look of realisation seeming to creep into the hard lines of his handsome features, eyes softening slightly.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I'm controlling all the time, and I'm willing to stop being like that so much with you, but only if you do the same. We just keep clashing, and it isn't going to end well. I want to make this work, so I'll change for you if you change for me." He finally says, not quite backing up yet, clearly waiting for her to say something, too.

"Good. I'm glad we were able to work this out. I'll be less of a "brat" as you put it, but if I hear you trying to control the way I act again, I'll go right back to being the little bitch you know and hate." She promises him, smirking at her expression as his eyes darken.

Pressing himself against her, David grins to himself as he regards her face, enjoying the sensation of her body underneath his, even if it is obscured by the layers of clothing between them. Leaning in close, he uses his hands to pin her's to the wall behind them, their faces a centimetre or so apart, breath mingling, lips grazing one another as he speaks again.

"You'll still be my little bitch though, kitten. I'm not gonna let you go that easily. I'll change for you outside the sheets, but under them, well then you belong to me."

It's all she has in her to respond with a smile and a nod, going to reply before being cut off by his hungry lips on her's, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise, a battle of tongues starting instantly. Her hands try to pry themselves from his vice-like grip, only to find themselves taken in one of his and held easily above her head, his other hand slipping down their bodies until he reaches the hem of her shirt, pushing underneath and onto her skin, caressing it smoothly as he swallows her moans and sighs. Grinding his hips into her's, he moves his lips from here and trails kisses down her neck and jaw, leaving purple marks in his wake, the wet track of his lips chilling in the cool air around them, but she only groans in response, wishing she could wrap her arms around him, though a small part of her is enjoying being restricted. Pulling away, he moves back up to her ear, where he breathes over it hotly before speaking again, voice husky and at a lower tone than usual.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I can be less dominant, if that's what you want." He purrs, sounding genuine as his darkened eyes bore into her's.

"It is, but I can be less rebellious, too. If that's what you want." She chuckles, breath hitching slightly from the arousal.

"We'll see." He says ominously, before his lips have collided with mine again.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)#request #ask #answer

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