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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Count Briar | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Hi, there! You must be Yor’s baby brother! She’s told me all about you, come on in!”

Being greeted by an unfamiliar person in the home he both cursed and loved as the house of his sister wasn’t something Yuri Briar was prepared for. He had a clear goal this time around. Tutor Loid’s spawn, bug the rooms, and see if there is any evidence of Loid’s trickery.

“Well don’t just stand there silly! Anya, why don’t you bring your uncle in while I finish this cake!”

“Okay!”

He needed to focus! Analyze this new enemy and try to find flaws! But it was so hard when you so eagerly fed him delicious cake. Not to mention you were smiling so sweetly at him. No he had to make sure you weren’t a spy! Begin the interrogation!

“So what made you worthy enough to be in my sister’s home?”

“Well it's kind of in my title silly! I’m Anya and Bond’s nanny!”

You giggled setting aside a cake for yourself, Anya, and Bond. Yuri kept his eyes on your every move, just waiting for you to slip up. Not because he couldn’t stop looking at you. Nope! Definitely because your smile was too bright and that must have been a devious tactic from an enemy like you.

“(Y/n)-sama! Let us begin our mission!”

“Yes, Anya-sama it is time!”

“W-what?!”

With a flap of the cape she was wearing, Anya was revealed to wear layers of clothes of various unmatching patterns. Bond too was wearing a hat that resembled one of a cowboy and a cape that he was currently trying to eat. He turned to you for some semblance of an understanding only to find that you were in an elaborate costume yourself with something akin to a masquerade mask. On guard, he stood up until you so easily pushed at his chest with gloved hands as you chuckled. It wasn’t because the soft push at his chest rendered him an overheating mess…definitely not.

“I thought Yor would have told you! We’re trying something new to encourage Anya to study. Now you're the count I have to seduce to get codes from!”

“W-what?!”

“Here Unkie takes this, those are the codes they have to get! But you can’t give it right away!”

He stood up again. He was putting his foot down and stopping whatever effect you were having on him.

“No! I’m not doing this! I told Yor I’d–”

He stopped at the unsettling silence in the room. Anya’s face was slowly contorting and you had removed your mask to look worriedly at her before flicking your hypnotizing eyes back at his. It was too much with you looking directly into his eyes with that pouty look on your face felt like a direct attack. Heart pumping as he watched your puffy delectable lips turn into a pout and your eyes droop. This pressure! There was only one way he could evade this and the unshed tears welling in Anya’s eyes spoke of one thing—!

“Fine. But after this we get right to studying.”

Tears gone and your smile returned, everyone continued to prepare for the game that you were all about to play. Sitting back down and wearing the accessory he had been given beforehand. Finishing quickly he watched as you dawned your mask once more retrieving the cut slices as you placed them on the table. Joining him on the couch he watches you clear out your voice before turning and speaking to him in an accent that wasn’t your own.

“Thank you for inviting us Count Briar, me and my associates are so happy we could attend your costume tea-party!”

He stood there holding your gaze before receiving a not-so subtle kick from under the table. Kirking your head in hopes to urge him he realized what exactly you were trying to get from him.

“Uh uh yes I’m so happy you could come uh-”

“The Countess of the Acrobatics.”

“Uh–yeah and you uhm Any–”

“Princess of Peanuts!”

“Yes and Bond-”

“Bodyguard Bond!”

“Right, yes thank you for bringing the cake, then.”

“Of course it's the least we could do. After all you do have those cherry bombs sitting on the Candy Kingdom.”

“Do I–? Augh! Yes! I do!” Receiving another kick, he fixed his response. Realizing how hard this was for him, he tried his hardest. After all, he wouldn't want to let you down. Wait, he meant Yor if she were ever to hear about his lacking acting skills.

He continued to maintain this character, learning through you and Anya’s dialogue that he was a Count looking to force the Candy Kingdom to give all their candy to him with his cherry bombs. Apparently the King you were working for was deathly allergic to cherries and therefore required that you two–their spies get the codes to disarm the bombs.

Even with your previous revelation of your tactic he couldn’t be prepared for your ‘seduction’ in the slightest. Slowly scooting closer to him on the couch was the first step, already bringing a slight blush as he realized what you were doing. It escalated when you let your shoulders touch. You must have been incredibly hot because the moment you touched, he was in desperate need of some cooling off. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave especially since Bond–er Bodyguard Bond was eyeing his slice. In the next part, you offered to feed him the rest of his slice of cake.

“Say, ‘ahh’!”

“A-ah.”

Letting his mouth close around your fork he tried to look away from your eyes once more. Failing miserabley as he not only could see your face clearly but the oddly revealing bits your costume had.

“I got it, (Y/n) now keep distracting him.”

The not so silent whisper allowed him to break away looking at Anya, easily making away with the paper that was in his pocket.

“Uh oh, it looks like you have some cake on your face, Count Briar! I’ll get it for you.”

Were-were you going to kiss him?! So soon?! He wasn’t prepared for this! The only kiss he’s ever received like this is from Yor! Would this be his first kiss?!

“Ah-W-wait-?!”

“Got it.”

With a swipe of your thumb from the corner of his lips the point of contention was gone. All he could do was overheat in embarrassment excitement as he watched you sit back to happily lick the frosting away before pridefully striking a pose.

“Waku waku Count Briar we’ve stolen your codes and therefore our mission is complete.”

“Yayy we did it! Victory hugs!”

Yuri watched bewildered as you did a dance with her; moving Bond in tandem with your movements. Completely oblivious to the crisis he could only recover from as he huffed to get everyone’s attention.

“A-alright now we study.”

“Awww but (Y/n) didn’t even do the kiss!”

Yuri stopped feeling an immense sense of being cheated that he couldn’t quite place. You shrugged as you began to take off Anya and Bond’s costumes.

“Sorry Anya but it's not cool to take your Unkie’s kisses! Now let’s get ready to study!”

Yuri pushed these thoughts away as he focused on coaching Loid’s near illiterate spawn as you did chores around their home. Every now and then he let himself stare because this would most certaintly not be the first time he’d find you. He’d figure out why you made him feel this way.

Just you wait.

Part 2: ?

#yandere spy x family #Yandere yuri briar #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #spy x family #yuri briar #anya forger #yuri spy x family #spy x family anime #yandere yuri #yandere Yuri Briar #yor briar #loid forger #possible series

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mj-ackerman · 1 year

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SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 4: Portrait of the Forger Family!? (Part 3)

<<PART 2. DO NOT REPOST

“Thank you so much for staying with me today for so long. Thanks to all of you, I feel like I’ve embarked on a new path.”

“...... It's nothing, I’m so sorry for all the mess we have caused.”

Felix bowed his head deeply with a black garbage bag in his hand, and Loid responded with a smile so as not to show the tiredness in his face.

The number of people in the park has decreased considerably, and the western sky was completely tinted with madder red. Loid, who was swept by these and other such gestures, was exhausted. Yor herself looked tired, as if she were an empty shell of a person. Anya fell asleep while the picture was being painted, and she is still sleeping comfortably in Loid’s arms. The only one who was in good spirits was Bond.

When Loid apologized for not being able to go as far as coloring the painting, which was almost solely Yor’s fault rather than them entirely, Felix said,

“No, I already have all of your colors in my mind. I’m going home now. I’ll finish the painting at home.”

“Is that so? I’m glad to hear that then.”

Loid replied vaguely, agreeing with Felix's words.

It was a bit disappointing as he thought that the perfectionist artist might have been disappointed with the unfinished painting and will put it in storage.

They parted ways with Felix, who asked them to come back to this place in a week to show them the finished painting, and with that, they headed home.

Loid has lost the energy to go to the supermarket and cook a meal. However, he was also not in the mood to go eat out.

“I’m kind of tired, is it okay to have the dinner delivered?”

“Eh…Oh, yes of course.”

Yor, who was walking next to him with a heavy heart, answered half-heartedly. Loid did his best to lift his wife’s spirit with his cheerful voice as he said,

“How about we have some pizza? I heard from my co-worker that there is a delicious restaurant that opened recently.”

“Eh? Oh, yes. I think it’s good. I was just thinking of eating some…..steak too.”

Hm? What does she mean by that? Does she mean a pizza with steak on it?

He wondered if the new restaurant would have any, but when he asked,

“When you’re tired, meat is the best after all, right?”

The answer that came back was,

“That’s right…when you’re tired sweet food is the best.”

“Erm..shall we get some cake after dinner on our way home?”

“Yes. Anya already fell asleep too, so I think it’s best if we take a bus home.”

“..........”

Their awkward conversation couldn’t match each other.

Above all, Loid was concerned about her eyes that looked like a dead fish.

I guess she really didn’t want her face to be painted huh?

If that was the reason for all those eccentricities, she must be feeling a deep sense of frustration now that it all ended in vain.

Loid stole a glance at Yor, who was walking next to him, and he told his depressed wife in his mind,

“It’s alright, Yor.”

I can’t say this to you out loud, but our painting will never be displayed in an art museum.

This Twilight will never let that happen.

Loid carried Anya in his one hand and walked away with Bond on the lead as he was mentally devising the best course of action. The easiest way to do it at this point would be to pretend to like the finished painting and purchase it at the organization’s expense a week later, but Loid can’t even imagine how much that would cost. More than anything, if Loid, who is nothing more than a mere psychiatrist, were to pay such a large sum of money out of his own pocket, it would be viewed as suspicious.

If that’s the case, there is only one way left, although it'll be a little dangerous.

He breaks into Felix’s house, pretends to be a burglar and steals the finished painting.

Sure enough, that’ll be the most realistic plan. Once that’s decided, all that’s left is to put it into action…..

Good grief, how did this come to this?

Loid never thought that coming to the park with his family would put him in a situation where his life as a spy would be threatened.

Was today a bad day or something?

Lately, the talented spy, who has been unable to do things without his stomach medicine, let out a soft sigh.

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“......so, all of the sudden you just made a weird request to check out Felix Curtis’ house huh.”

Franky, a familiar informant at the store front, snorted as if he wasn’t convinced.

“You really do get yourself involved in such weird things a lot.”

“That’s right. What a disaster.”

“I also thought it was another famous painter doing activist work behind the scenes.”

“It would be easier if it was like that.”

Loid chuckled shallowly.

If Felix was a terrorist who wanted to break off diplomatic relations between East and West, and for that purpose he approached “Twilight”, a spy from the West, there would be no other way to deal with the situation. However, Felix was a good painter to the core. And yes, because he was a good person, the situation had come to this.

“Here you go. This is the address you asked for.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Franky gave him a piece of paper with the address of an apartment near the park.

“What about the security system?”

“I’ll be honest with you, his house is full of holes. It's the kind of thing that makes you wonder how someone who is supposed to be super rich could be living in such a rundown apartment.”

Apparently, it was true that most of the profits for his paintings were spent in training future painters.

Loid casually puts the paper into his pocket.

Putting the information fee on the stand as if it were a cigarette free, Loid was about to walk away saying, “See you later then,” but Franky held him back.

“Well, wait.”

“What? Unlike you, I’m a busy person, you know.”

“Stop being so cold. I did a bit of research on him, and I don’t think it’s going to be what you think it’s going to be, maybe?”

As he said that, he flickered another piece of paper.

“What’s this about?”

Frowning, Loid reached for the paper, and Franky lifted it in a heap.

“This will have a separate charge from earlier.”

“Don’t play dirty with me.”

Saying that, Loid quickly took the four folded pieces of paper from Franky’s hand.

“Ah! That’s unfair!!”

“I’ll decide if what I see here is worth paying extra.”

“Who’s playing dirty now?”

Ignoring Franky’s indignation, he looked over the paper. And as he lightly glanced with both eyes,

.......so that’s what it was about?

Loid almost burst into laughter.

“What? That’s disgusting.”

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re right.”

“I told you.”

“Yeah. I should have realized that sooner.”

Loid smiled with a huff and placed an additional fee on the stand. He finally understood why he smelled an oil paint on the head of the painter he met that day in the park.

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A week later, Felix, who was waiting for them at the same spot in the park, showed them a portrait of their family, painted with an incredibly original and bold touch. It was far from being as elaborate as a photograph, depending on how you look at it, it looked like a child’s doodle.

“Huh? Is that a potato?”

“No, that is Bond.”

“This one is probably a shrimp.”

“I’m sorry…..that’s actually Loid.”

The good-natured painter shyly informed them that, having worked with watercolors all his life, he was not yet used to working with oil paints. However, he looked very happy and refreshed.

“Thanks to all of you, I was able to enjoy painting from the bottom of my heart. I’m really grateful to all of you.”

Once again, Loid gazes at the painting he had already seen when he broke into Felix’s house. This is the first abstract painting by the artist who had taken the world by storm with his realistic paintings, and was painted at the end of a slump. No one knows how much it will be worth, or whether it will go unappreciated. But at least with this painting, even if it were to be displayed in an art museum, he was certain that it would not be a hindrance for the mission.

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“For some reason, I’m feeling kind of hungry. I’ll make dinner tonight, Loid!”

“Huh!? Oh….okay then, go ahead…”

Loid, bewildered, turned his back on Yor, who made a declaration with a smile.

“Well then, let's stop by at the supermarket on our way home.”

Saying so, Yor headed towards the exit of the park with bouncy steps. Her mood had clearly improved after seeing Felix’s painting. Loid was relieved to see a cheerful expression on her face for the first time in a while, since for the past week, she had been so dark and gloomy.

“If there’s anything you want to eat, just tell me.”

Contrary to Yor’s smiling face, Anya, who was clearly not very excited, took the precaution of saying,

“.....I’m not really hungry.”

Loid quickly soothed her as he whispered,

“I’ll buy you whatever sweets you like later.”

It was all for the sake of a harmonious family. All for the sake of the mission.

“You know that Yor’s cooking skills are getting better day by day, right? It’ll be fine.”

“You’ll be the food taster then, Papa.”

“I think I’d prefer to have beef…or maybe, shall we buy a whole duck? Some salted pork too….”

She was thinking about tonight’s menu while humming. At that, Loid chuckled.

Even if Felix’s style hadn’t changed so drastically, I would have stolen it and that would have been the end of it.

Well, there was no way that Yor would know about that, and he really felt sorry for her for the past week.

Maybe I should ask her out on a date again? No, but I don’t want her to kick me in the jaw again, so maybe we’ll just go out to eat something delicious together as a family.

While thinking about such things, he let out a sigh of relief, at any rate, this series of turmoil had been successfully resolved safely.

“Nevertheless, that painting was really indescribable…”

Aside from the potato-like Bond, Loid, for example, was even mistaken for shrimp by Anya. But on the other hand, he also thought that there was something in that painting that was not there when Felix was painting those beautiful photograph-like paintings. However, even Loid doesn’t know what it was.

At that, Anya suddenly announced,

“I like that painting.”

With a childlike undeservedness, she added,

“It looked terrible, but I like the warmness of it.”

“..........”

And all of the sudden, Loid felt like she understood something that he didn’t understand. A precious something that was not found in the elaborate, photographic-like paintings that made a full use of wonderful skills. Felix probably had a smile on his face because he was able to find it.

As Loid recalled the painter’s happy smile in his mind, he heard Yor said, “Hehehe, it really was a wonderful painting,” agreeing with Anya.

“It makes me very happy to think that we were so happy in his eyes….”

She smiled shyly as she said that, and Loid smiled at her and said,

“..... You're right.”

There was really nothing more to it. He only agreed to it for the sake of this temporary family’s peace. It was Loid Forger, the entity created for this mission, who agreed to the word’s of his family, not Twilight himself. However, that feeling was delivered with a calmness that surprised even himself. Just like the blue sky today….

“I think it was a very good painting, too.”

Such words flowed naturally, and Bond barked a “Borf!” as if to agree.

Anya laughed as she said,

“Bond said he likes it too.”

Seeing her daughter like that, Yor smiled softly.

Under the blue sky, there was a smile on Loid’s cheeks that wasn’t just a fake smile.

#spy x family #spy x family light novel: family portrait #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #bond forger #forger family #twiyor #felix curtis #please do not repost

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 6 months

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 88... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

OMG...!! 😍 THIS WAS SUCH AN ADORABLE CHAPTER FOR THE MANGA TO RETURN WITH...!!! 💗😆💗

We had to wait a month and a half for this chapter, and I think that it DELIVERED!! 😁 So let's talk about it, shall we...? 😊

This chapter begins with a plot line that's been brewing since Mission 61...

THAT'S RIGHT!! 😆 DAMIAN IS FINALLY GONNA GIVE ANYA THE CAKES THAT HE PROMISED HER!! 😁

And it only took 27 chapters for Damian to accomplish this...!! 😌 I honestly just love how Endo does stuff like this, where he brings something back up a bunch of chapters later (even if it's the smallest detail imaginable...!! 😊)

But moving on, we get something that I did not expect to see...:

ANYA DRAWN IN THE FREAKING SHOJO ART STYLE!! I JUST-- I JUST CAN'T...!! 🤣🤣🤣

This is one of the best and funniest things I've ever seen in Spy X Family, and I honestly can't wait until THIS gets animated...!! 😆

After spotting his dream girl from afar, Damian tries to give her the cakes that he promised, but...

There is just too many people around for him to give Anya the goods...! And with Anya overhearing his thoughts about giving her the cakes (but not fully understanding why Damian wants to give them to her in secret), she devises a plan to meet with Damian in the courtyard...!

And after receiving a seemingly bloody message from Anya, Damian agrees to head to the courtyard with her...

But as you can see, Becky, Emile and Ewen decided to follow them...!! 😅 So Damian and Anya decide to BOOK IT, while the others follow suit!!! 😆

After getting chased around for awhile, Damian determines that he's done with this shit and ultimately decides to just throw away the cakes (which Anya hears), and then...:

ANYA, ARE TRYING TO KILL DAMIAN...!? 🤣 HIS LITTLE HEART CAN'T TAKE IT...!! 🤭

Honestly though, this whole page is just so adorable (even if Anya is only doing this for the cakes...!! 💗😄💗)

Anyway, because they were so wrapped up this cake situation, Damian and Anya didn't realize that a wild Henderson has appeared to scold them for missing the the bell...!

Now the two of them have to stay after school, but it isn't all bad...:

After finishing writing their apologies, THE G.O.A.T., Mr. Henderson, offers to have some tea and cakes with Damian and Anya...!! 😁

Then, Mr. Henderson asks Damian about the cakes, and get this little flashback...:

HMMMMMMM..... 🤔

This flashback just makes me continue to be suspicious of Melinda... 😤

But, anyway... To end things off, Damian questions why Anya wanted to meet with him in the first place, and well...:

THESE TWO I SWEAR!!👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣

And that was Mission 88, a really fun chapter to get us back into the swing of things...!! 😆

I'm pretty sure a lot of us were expecting something big to happen this chapter (like how I was hoping for Yor's full backstory because season 2 of the anime started), but it didn't, and I'm okay with that...! I'm just glad that we finally got another chapter of this amazing series to talk about...!! 😊 And though that month and a half long break was killing me (I mean, I had Undead Unluck to read in meantime), I just hope that Endo got some well deserved rest!! 💗🤗💗

Also, that flashback with Melinda is just giving me red flags all over the place...!! 😵 I don't know if Donovan is the one telling her to do these things or if she's doing this to get to Anya herself, but everything that Melinda has done thus far has made me feel constantly uneasy... I just hope that she didn't do anything to those cakes that will harm Anya or her powers in any way...!! 😡

Well, that's pretty much all that I wanted say about this chapter, and like always, I can't wait for the next one!! 😆 So, until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER!! 👋😄

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #Mission 88 #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #emile elman #ewen egeburg #henry henderson #ENDO STRAIGHT UP DREW ANYA IN THE SHOJO ART STYLE...!! 😆#THAT WAS FREAKING HILARIOUS!! 🤣#I am still very suspicious of Melinda...#I am PRAYING AND HOPING that Melinda didn't sneak something into those cakes...!!! 😩#Do not hurt my baby...!! 😡#manga spoilers

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chenyann · 2 years

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A late night snack

Riddle rosehearts,Leona kingscholar, Azul ashengrotto,kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit,idia shroud and malleus draconia

Have you heard the rumor of beelzebubs kitchen? If you haven't let me tell you,it's said that in Nrc there is a ghost that roams the kitchen clearing out the fridge.The only way to keep the ghost away from the fridge is to keep lamb in it,but if you keep a slice of cake out the ghost will grant you fortune, strength and love.So hope you hear the fridge door open. cw:gn!reader,Midnight crack & fluff, sfw, unedited.

A/n:Take this draft that was made in the middle of the night and was rushed as freak okay.I also never really ate microwave ramen, I tried it once but it tasted weird so I just didn't like it? ALSO DOUBLE POST!?!?!??!?

riddle

Doesn't like it

He don't like waking up before 6 am

So you you woke him up at 4:38am he was mad.

Your just here like:(„• ֊ •„)੭ hey bro

he wobbles to the kitchen with you

AND WHEN I SAY HE GASPED SO LOUD😭😭😭 he felt 20 years go off his life(2 of those years were from is mom) when you pulled out 'microwavable ramen lunch shrimp flavor' (idk what flavors there are I don't eat them)

"Y/n?"

Hm?

"I'm not eating that"

It's the devils food y/nnie 👿

His mom told him list's of food that he shouldn't eat when they use to go shopping like????(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) ew who eats that

after 3 minutes of you trying to persuade him he agrees

When you pull the diabetes ramen cup out of the microwave he feels like running

And he wished he did

But your smile was so alluring he couldn't help himself!

He feels like those don't do drugs ads💀

Time is going slow, it's only him and the soup as he watches you ate yours there is sweat on his brow and OH MY GOD AM I GONNA DIE!?

He won't dw(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

I he just stares at it like???? Bro it's gonna get cold.

Then he eats it

......

.........

..............

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be"

[Insert smug mc here]

you rn:(￣︶￣) (naw that reminds me of anya)

He would want to wipe that smug look off your face

But nonetheless he did like it

Would he eat it again?

No.

Riddle gives it a 3/10

Leona

I have a itch he ate these before

(it was ruggie who gave it to him)

Hates it,hates you and hates life/j

We all know very well that Leona don't like getting woken up.

so when you woke him up at 2:21 am he didn't move

He had enough and woken up at 3:59am

Then when he heard you woke him up in the middle of the night for a stupid snack

He told you to just get it and eat it in the room

Oh look at that Leona is out of bed☺

Fr you carrying all the weight on your shoulders and it's not because Leona is leaning on you as you walk(￣∀￣)

you act like you are gonna pull out gourmet food

Then you pull out one of these:

he is so done with you

He would be like my roommate and pick out all the veggies before adding the water💀

He would also pour out the broth

As he saw you pull the ramen out he would just stare at you

He would eat it again

-because ruggie would feed it to him-

Leona score?

7/10

Azul

Little octopus ate these alot as a kid

But stopped when he went on a diet:(

I also think he dislikes waking up at night(๑•́ < •̀๑)

So when you woke him up just to eat he was upset

But who is he to say no to you(￣∀￣)

-pretty privileged-/j

-Him crushing on you privileged-/srs

He wobbles down to the kitchen with you and a blanket 💀

And you pull out a ramen cup

"OH! YUMM- I mean y/n that's fatty foods you know"

Bitch like you give a fuck🙄

Glare at him he will be quite

He will act like its yucky dirt (dirt be good tho)

But he really likes it

Although waking him up comes with a price 😈😈

He want to cuddle you and you have to bring him coffee in the morning 🧍

His rating?

10/10

I ment 0/10 *is being held at gun point*

But atleast cuddles will be given.

Kalim

He never ate these before(・・ ) ?

When you woke kalim up asking for food he was very close to waking Jamil

But you said you would make it!

EVEN BETTER

Kalim knows you won't poison him

So he trusts you (I would have just to show him to not trust others so easily)

So he drags you to the kitchen

Almost waking everyone in the process ♡

anyways when you pull out a ramen cup he was like oooooOooooo

He wants to know what that is

When you explain he is OUTSTANDED!

You just put it in the microwave and it turns to ramen?!?!?!!?!??!

Don't tell him you like it because he will buy all of the ramen known to man kind

Kalim also tells Jamil about it

Jamil hates it

Score!

10/10!

Vil

Rip

Vil is not getting out of that bed

He has to stay prime😇

So you make it and bring it into the room

Ps you smuggled it in the dorm💀

when he saw what you brought in the room

He wanted to kick you out

But he didn't 😗😗😗

He sat up and looked at you like how your mom would if she found out you got a 0 on that math test

And you offered him the other cup

Him rn:

"What is that!?"

Soup?

"THATS NOT SOUP Y/N"

He only took one bite😭😭

Waster

wasting food in this house is unallowed

Vil score

1/10

It needs improvement

Idia

Lives off them

So when you offered him one while he was playing 'together moons idols' he said yes ofc

And made you get a shopping list

He was bummed when you said you aren't going out😔😔😔

but when his show was going he zoomed back on it

You come in and he is still playing🧍

"I got the ramen"

......

"IDIA I HAVE THE RAMEN"

!?....Just sit it down (*´•__•`*)

fr jumpscared him💀

He eats it just fine

NAW WAIT YOU THINK HE PUTS THOSE GUMMY WORMS IN IT🤢🤢🤢

I know for a fact he gonna do something weird with it.

Broth drinker

Rating?

Ssr/10

So If a 10

Malleus

Huh?

He wakes up from his fake nap

And you taking about food

Ofc he says yes UwU☆ (omg I just cringed)

Malleus follows you to the kitchen

And he sees you pull out the ramen

He's like Hold up wait a minute 🤨

*Pulls out his flip phone 200*

Stop he has a flip phone I know it

WAOT!!!🥱😭😭😭😭😭

Malleus pulling up Firefox on his phone to look up ramen:

Ndaban I'll stop ✋

He looks it up and asks you about it

You're like 'mhm yea'

HE IS ESTATIC TO TRY IT!!!!!

when he does he is so happy

Loves it

He thinks its yummy (likely because its not Lilias cooking)

wants everyone else to try it

He would want another when he is done

Score

9/10

It burned his hand:(

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Soooooo the Mario movie was awesome! Definitely the best movie-going experience I've had since Spiderman No Way Home! Illumination really outdid themselves and I think that this has to be the best movie they've done, even more so than the first two Despicable Me movies and Sing! And I can tell they and Nintendo put so much effort into this and making it a giant fan to Mario fans everywhere, from the kids to those who have been there from the beginning. It wasn't perfect (I mean, what movie is, and is there really such a thing as perfection?) but it was still a lot of fun!!!!

Below is what I loved about the movie and what I felt could have been better! Just a heads-up, there ARE spoilers. Even though it has pretty much the typical storyline of most Mario games and is therefore somewhat predictable, I don't want those who haven't seen it yet to miss out on being blown away as I was about it.

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The Ups:

MARIO. HE IS THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART. HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO SO MUCH. HE WOULD FETCH A STAR FROM SPACE FOR HIS BROTHER IF HE COULD. I WOULD DIE FOR HIM AND THE LOVE HE HAS FOR HIS BABY BRO. And from the beginning, he's so determined and motivated and never gives up! And it's his brother that motivates him to do most of what he does! I also liked the little details they added to his character that we never got to see before, such as the fact that he initially hates mushrooms.

Peach was amazing! At first I thought that they girlbossed her a bit too much to the point where she was a carbon copy of Daisy, but now I see her as a kind, maternal, and feminine young woman who fights when she needs to and is just doing her job protecting her kingdom. I hate how people are bashing her characterization here, like, have they forgotten how she was in the DIC cartoons, the 1986 anime, and SUPER PRINCESS PEACH? I also like her backstory and she's so cute as a baby! Also, since I HC that she and Daisy are super close, maybe she learned a thing or two from her!

Toad was so silly and chaotic, and he stole every scene he was in!

Luigi was precious and Charlie Day was perfect for his voice, as I predicted! I can tell that he was totally channeling Tony Rosato at times. I loved so many of his moments on screen, especially when he protects his brother during the final battle!

Jack Black KILLED IT as Bowser! He made him a villain who's hilarious but intimidating and ferocious at the same time and not many people can pull that off effectively!

Donkey Kong was a bit annoying and Illumination-y but they did a good job with him here. Also HE DID THE SETH ROGEN LAUGH TWICE FACK YES

The voice cast in general was fantastic! Charlie Day, Kevin Michael Richardson, and Jack Black were literal perfection in particular, Fred Armisen as Cranky Kong was lit, and Keegan Michael Key was great for Toad, as I predicted! He's a very versatile comedian and voice actor, after all! Also, Chris Pratt's Mario has grown on me in a good way. Although I vastly prefer Charles Martinet, as well as Lou Albano (who has my favorite Mario voice ever), Chris really didn't do that bad of a job! He DID TOO put effort into voicing him, and his "Wahoo!"s and cries of delight and triumph were on point! The only voice that I still feel like I have to get used to is Anya Taylor-Joy as Peach. She's a talented actress but I don't think she entirely suited Peach's soft, feminine, and maternal nature, but that's just me.

Mario and Luigi's parents are so precious! In fact, their whole family is so cute and hilarious! They remind me of my own proudly Italian (mostly) family. And Charles Martinet voicing their dad was the icing on the cake! I'm just so glad we finally got to see their family in general.

I also like how the boys' situation of still living with their parents, (presumably) not pursuing college and working blue-collar jobs while in their 20s-30s wasn't portrayed in a negative way. It's a great way of telling audiences that it's okay if you haven't gone off on your own yet in adulthood or attended college, that life isn't a sequence of steps that everyone has to follow exactly and at the same time, and that patience, hard work, and a positive attitude will lead you to great opportunities in life when you least expect them, like with what happened to the bros.

THE BROS' REUNION HUG OH MY GOD!!!!!! THE FOREHEAD TOUCH AND MARIO LIFTING LUIGI OFF THE GROUND DURING THEIR SECOND EMBRACE, I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY ICEE AND BECAME A SOBBING MESS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THEATER MY GOD

And then them teaming up together to defeat Bowser and his forces, AS IT SHOULD BE.

I mean seriously this movie was a slap to the face of everyone who thought Mario hates his brother

Mario and Luigi getting their own little house in the Mushroom Kingdom! AND COFFEE CUPS THAT MATCH THEIR HATS!!!!

Mario and Peach's relationship thus far! I love how close they are by the end of the movie, even though they haven't developed a romance yet, and how Mario was telling her all about Brooklyn and how he'll get her a pet turtle once he gets to take her there. D'awwwwwww.

Peach completing the trainer course ALL WHILE WEARING A FULL LENGTH BALL GOWN AND HEELS. AND her admitting that she didn't master doing it until she had tried multiple, multiple times was such a great addition to character, proof that while she may be more of a girlboss here she still has more character development than Rey in the Star Wars sequels.

Peach telling Luigi that he's brave was so sweet :3 Even though they didn't really have a proper meeting scene like I hoped, I'm glad they got to at least interact a little.

Although I wish they would have used the wedding dress from Odyssey or even Paper Mario, Peach's wedding dress here is so pretty!

Donkey Kong becoming an ally of Mario and them helping each other get to the Mushroom Kingdom was super nice, although I do feel their friendship could have been built on a little more and that DK should have apologized to Mario for insulting his brother.

THE MUSIC!!!!! Brian Tyler NAILED the orchestrations of all those iconic themes! I especially got so happy when I heard the SNES Rainbow Road theme, the DK rap, and Toad's House from SMB3! I can only imagine how Koji Kondo, the man who composed so many of these melodies for chiptune almost 40 years ago and is STILL composing music for the games, is feeling now that they have these epic, sweeping orchestral renditions.

They outdid themselves with the animation and visuals as well! ESPECIALLY the visuals. They're so colorful and whimsical and just scenery p0rn all around, from the Mushroom Kingdom giving off major Alice in Wonderland vibes and Bowser's incredible floating lava castle to the Jungle Kingdom and the rainbow road! And I can't think of a single character (re)design that I didn't like! They all look so good!

The slo mo bits were SO funny. Especially "MMMMMAAAAAAAAMMMAAAAA MMMMIIIIIIIAAAAAA!" and "PPPPPRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNCCCCEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Bringing back such an obscure and relatively forgotten character as Foreman Spike was awesome!

Every time that Diddy Kong was onscreen was so funny!

ALL THE EASTER EGGS, GOOD GOLLY. From the references to the SUPER SHOW OF ALL THINGS to the guy who's supposed to resemble Jumpman (Mario's first incarnation) at the beginning!

That one bit where Mario is sitting in his room playing a video game also felt really reminiscent of the beginning of The Great Mission to Rescue Princess Peach (1986). If Nintendo was going for that I'm so glad they acknowledged such an obscure piece of Mario media!

The Downs:

Goddammit, you SERIOUSLY had to include minions in the Illumination logo.

It honestly felt a bit rushed in places and I wish more scenes could have had more time devoted to them. Some characters, ESPECIALLY Luigi, didn't really get as much screen time as I felt they needed, and that kind of sucked.

I was really hoping for Bowser to have a hard rock-style villain song, as that really suits his aesthetic and Jack Black could totally have done it! I mean he was in School of Rock for crying out loud and he's proven afterwards that he can really belt out classic rock tunes! Despite that, I'm glad he got to at least sing in the movie, and his song dedicated to Peach was hilarious.

I'm bummed that the movie wasn't really a musical as I had heard around the net so many times; only two characters sang (Bowser and Toad, even though the latter's wasn't really an actual song) and there were a bunch of pop/rock hits from the past few decades sandwiched in. They were still good songs that I like though, such as Thunderstruck, Take on Me, and Holding Out for a Hero (although I wish it could have been the original Bonnie Tyler version). I was ESPECIALLY pumped to hear Mr. Blue Sky!! But still, a lack of songs sung by characters bummed me out.

I don't like how some lines were changed (such as Bowser's "NOW WHO'S GONNA STOP ME?!?!") or cut entirely (e.g. Mario's "I'm not afraid! I'll do anything for my brother!") I'm especially bitter about the latter, since hearing that line in the final trailer made me super emotional and cutting it meant less devotion to how much Mario loves and misses his brother.

It was kind of a wasted opportunity to not see Mario and Luigi's family (and the rest of Brooklyn for that matter) bewildered over their sons bringing back a princess in a wedding gown, a little mushroom man, and an ape wearing a necktie. I bet their dad would have been wondering what someone put in his coffee, and their mom would have taken one look at Peach and been all like, "OMG IS ONE OF MY SONS GETTING MARRIED ALREADY??" It just would have been nice for them to interact a little.

The blue star/Luma was honestly so annoying and gave me an unsettling identity crisis, I just thought that was not fitting for a family friendly movie. Also, why was he/she in Bowser's dungeon in the first place?

As Donkey Kong should have apologized to Mario for fighting with him, Spike should have apologized to Mario and Luigi for doubting them. It didn't really make sense for him to just abruptly cheering for them.

Part of me kind of wishes it had taken place in the 1980s. It kind of makes sense, given that the Mario and Luigi characters formally debuted in 1983 and this is an origin story for how they came to be.

But despite all this, there were way more ups than downs, and the "downs" are just little nitpicks from me that don't take away from the movie being one hell of a ride. It was fantastic, and definitely one of the best animated movies I've seen in a while. 9/10 from me!!.

Some of my several VERY high hopes for the sequel:

YOSHI CUTENESS!!!

Also, if I have to predict a voice actor for Yoshi, it would have to be either Frank Welker or Kazumi Totaka reprising his role.

Luigi getting more screen time and also getting to share in his bro's adventures! Dude deserves way better!

Mario having second thoughts about Luigi accompanying him in dangerous situations because he's terrified of losing him again, and Luigi reminding him that "nothing will harm them as long as they're together"

PLEASE just more brotherly love!

Mario and Peach developing a romance and vowing to protect each other!

At least one callback to the "Mama Luigi" episode of the Super Mario World cartoon series. I mean, it would only seem right now that Yoshi is joining the gang, right?

Heck, I bet it's going to be chock full of references to the Super Mario World game, the Yoshi's Island games, and the Super Mario World cartoon.

DAISY AND/OR ROSALINA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Bowser's backstory (and possibly redemption)! It's clear to me that he's just a big softie that needs love and friendship in his life. And, since he's really their friend who likes to engage in role play just for fun according to word of mouth, I wonder how they will incorporate that into the Mario Cinematic Universe.

Some evidence that Mario and Luigi alternating between their lives in Brooklyn (probably just so that they can spend time with their family) and the Mushroom Kingdom

"I HOPE SHE MADE LOTSA SPAGHETTI!"

#mario movie #mario #super mario bros #nintendo #the super mario bros movie #mario movie spoilers #illumination studios

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For a second here, I thought maybe Melinda also has telepathy that’s why she knew that Damian was planning to give those tea cakes to Anya but then I remembered that Anya did ask Yor to buy her tea cakes because Sy-On boy was a cake cheat so Yor must have asked Melinda for cakes:

But what if those tea cakes were poisoned and Anya gets a stomach ache in the next few days? But would Melinda give poisonous tea cakes to her own son that he could possibly eat as well to share with Anya? She wouldn’t poison her own kid, or would she?

#spy x family #Spy x family manga spoilers

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media list (26.02.2024 - 26.03.3024)

👂 Listened:

Albums:

Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (2023) [8/10, probably my favourite of her re-releases, Timeless and Electric Touch are amazing vault songs.]

Red (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (2021) [7/10, I don't really love any of the vault songs in this except for the 10 minute version of All Too Well, and while I like the tune and vibe of I Bet You Think About Me, I find it lyrically awkward.]

D-Day by Agust D (2023) [5/10, musically I just don't vibe with Yoongi's solo stuff a lot of the time, so it always ends up being a very distant appreciation, and I'll be honest and say I probably wouldn't listen if I wasn't already a fan.]

Indigo by RM (2022) [8.5/10, really really solid album, though it couldn't quite overtake mono. for me in terms of how much I loved it - considering if I were to rate mono. it would absolutely be a 10/10.]

Podcasts:

Morbid Episodes: ⤷ EP 502: The Highgate Vampire ⤷ EP 503: The Torsaker Witch Trials ⤷ EP 541: The Unsolved Murder of Georgette Bauerdorf

📖 Read:

Articles:

The ATO is reviving old tax debts totalling billions, threatening some taxpayers with bankruptcy by Nassim Khadem from abc.net.au

Dissecting the Diabolical Documentary 'Mister Organ' with Filmmaker David Farrier by Lulu Dropo from The Advocate

How Michael Organ Weaponised the Family Court... and Sean Plunket by David Farrier from Webworm

Mystery in Japan as dangerous streptococcal infections soar to record levels by Justin McCurry from Guardian

China visit sees $105 billion iron ore exports on the brink by Jamie Seidel from news.com.au [I don't often remember to actually put any political articles on this list, but this remained open on my tabs for a while so it makes it.]

Too close for comfort: Aussie filmmaker’s accidental portrait of a psychopath by Karl Quinn from Sydney Morning Herald [As made obvious by this list, I do tend to watch something then immediately seek out more information - a lot of the time it just leads me to reddit threads, but other times I do find articles and read those.]

The Bible Says Jesus Was Real. What Other Proof Exists? by Christopher Klein from history.com

What is the historical evidence that Jesus Christ lived and died? by Dr. Simon Gathercole from Guardian [I was dragged to church by my other and it hit me that I'd never even tried to find proof on whether or not Jesus wasn't fiction, so I started reading what people had to say. tldr; no archeological proof, though people of Jesus' class at the time didn't tend to leave archeological proof of their existence, and it seems there are accounts of Jesus starting 30 years after his death from non-Christians, so. Probably a real guy. Whether or not he's actually the son of God is, of course, unable to be proven.]

Books:

Stalking Darkness by Lynn Flewelling [finished! Another 10/10.]

Pine by Francine Toon [dropped - couldn't continue this one anymore, it's slow and filled with details that had nothing to do with the actual mystery or the characters themselves - I think other people might have appreciated it for the way it allowed you to visualise the setting so vividly, but to me it was just incredibly boring.]

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen [in progress, told myself I'd read more classics and thought I'd start with one I was supposed to read in high school.]

Spy x Family vol. 1 [finished! 10/10. Immediately bought the 10 volumes out on Amazon after reading this because I enjoyed it so much. Loid Forger is a goldmine of a male character, the kind that's easy to fall for and to root for. Anya is sweet and funny and interesting, and Yor is just the icing on the cake of their dynamic.]

Spy x Family vol. 2 [finished! 10/10 - my goodreads rating system is going to be SKEWED after reading this manga.]

Spy x Family vol. 3 [finished! 8/10 mostly because I didn't love Yor's brother at all.]

📺 Watched:

Movies:

Dune: Part Two [8/10 - this really revitalised my love of going to the cinema! I've watched it twice, and I've made plans to see some other movies in theatre and it's really all because this was such an experience to see on the big screen. Highly recommend.]

YouTube:

The Deranged Arsonist Who Filmed Their Own Crime • Mystery Files from Watcher

The Perplexing Legend of Vermont's Sea Monster • Mystery Files from Watcher

True Crime Cases with Disturbing CCTV Evidence from Lazy Masquerade

Documentaries:

Our Planet II [This was gorgeous and informative and also eye-opening in how it shows you the direct impact of human carelessness on so many creatures, to the albatrosses choking on plastic and the walruses unable to find ice to leave its baby. At the same time, there's hope! There's humans helping crabs cross roads, and bridges being built for animals who've used the same paths for hundreds and possibly thousands of years.]

Life In Colour with David Attenborough

Worst Roommate Ever EP 1-2: [the first episode one was WILD, especially because I had no idea this was a true crime when I clicked on it, and so did not expect it was going to involve several dead bodies buried in a little old lady's backyard. I do feel like this was such an intriguing case that I had a hard time finishing the second episode, since it feels so much more ... dull in comparison, as terrible as that is to say about murders.]

David Farrier's Mister Organ [I'm a long-time fan of David Farrier, but didn't get a chance to watch this for a while. This one is a dark, dark tale that has nothing to do with murders. It's all psychological. I'm always amazed with how well Farrier can explore the darkness of humans without turning to the usual things we think of when we think of 'bad' people. I'd also recommend reading this article - which I'll also read on my read articles list - after watching this documentary, just so you know how insidious Michael Organ truly is.]

Into The Deep: The Submarine Murder Case [I don't give the things I watch ratings, but if I did, this would be a 10/10 - it's a unique experience to be able to see footage of how the people close to a murderer react as they realise the kind of person their friend is.]

#booklr #manga #music #documentaries #✎#list.

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grapejuice

(ao3 link) 4.8k, G. Anya discovers her love of shopping haute couture after arriving in Paris. And she also discovers Dmitry cleans up... really well.

There were a lot of things Anya had discovered about herself over the past few weeks.

She hated card games. Spring was her favorite season. She had a fierce sweet tooth, eager to try any and every pastry she found in the bakery windows. Wine was good too. When it had nothing to do with Russia or the Bolsheviks, red was her favorite color. But perhaps, more than anything else, she discovered how much she loved to shop.

Anya loved it. She didn’t think of herself as the type of person who would enjoy pampering herself on impractical clothing, but she loved getting to touch all of the gentle fabrics, trying them on and once in her life feeling delicate and beautiful, attempting to make the seamstresses laugh while they worked on pinning and pinching fabric together around her waist. And when she found something worth spending money on, for once not for the sake of practicality but for feeling lovely, she would wear it out of the store. If her traveling partners had anything to say about her new haute couture dress she didn’t mind.

Dmitry’s reaction in particular would influence her purchases, though she would never admit that out loud. But another thing she’d discovered about herself was… well, she enjoyed his company. When he stopped being rude to her she stopped picking fights with him, and now they even shared the occasional laugh or two. He had lovely eyes when he smiled instead of scowled.

And those lovely eyes would follow her down every step of the boutiques she frequented in Paris, lips parting slightly, eyes blinking slowly, before flitting away.

She’d come to love that, too. Being looked at.

But today, she would have to deal with the reversal of this consequence.

After arriving in Paris the three of them took turns choosing where to spend their money next, as a means to keep things fun while also being pragmatic, and this afternoon it was Dmitry’s turn to choose. Anya had pulled them through the bookshop near Notre Dame and they were patient while she browsed, but she could tell their energy was waning by the time she was ready to check out. Dmitry didn’t say where he wanted to shop, but he led them to a small store at another corner in Montmartre with a bell at the door. Vlad was clearly unhappy with this choice.

“In the city of new and avant garde fashions,” Vlad grumbled, “why would you pick an antique shop?”

“Aw, come on, you fit right in here.”

Dmitry’s sarcastic remark surprised her so much that she bit back a laugh behind him. Normally she wouldn’t give Dmitry the satisfaction of laughing at his jokes, but lately he was harder and harder to resist.

Vlad wasn’t so amused. “Don’t disrespect your elder, son.”

They quietly browsed the isles of old toys and vessels and nicknacks, cake tins and shoes and ornate mirrors with chipped paint. She followed Dmitry’s tall silhouette close behind, letting him guide her. Anya didn’t particularly have anything to buy in here but she was entertained all the same. Dmitry, on the other hand, studied everything on each shelf, occasionally reaching to lift and examine something closer. This was his livelihood, after all— finding something old and forgotten and seeing the value in it.

She wondered if that’s what she was to him. An antique polished and ready for sale.

A strange clump of fabric caught her eye and thankfully interrupted her thoughts. Curiosity propelled her to pick it up, and she discovered that it wasn’t a rag, it was somewhat stitched and stuffed in the vague shape of a doll. There were even embroidered eyes and a mouth. Something about it made her giggle suddenly in the solemn and quiet shop.

Dmitry turned around to see what she was holding. “Wow,” he said, hushed, “that’s… terrifying.”

“I know.” She still clung onto the doll as they kept wandering through the shelves. “It’s a little sad.”

“How so?”

She wasn’t sure, honestly. Something about it reminded her that somewhere in her life there had been a childhood. Once upon a time she had stupid toys and hopefully someone to play with, somewhere those toys were gathering dust. And sometimes she was so frustrated she couldn’t remember any of those simple things that made a person who they were that she felt lost and abandoned all over again. “It just…” She traced her thumb over the stitchings, “it makes me wonder what little girl would’ve played with this.”

Something flickered in his eyes when she looked up at him. His ability to understand her when she fell into thoughts of the past was starting to grow familiar, the way he’d soften. He held out his hand and she gave him the doll, the toy looking even smaller and more pathetic in his large hand. “I don’t think anything could be truly unloved.” He laughed silently to himself. “This looks like it washed up on the Seine all the way from Russia.”

“Probably.” She shook her head. “It could’ve been mine from twenty years ago for all I know.”

“You never know.” He smiled, eyes alight with the game. “Little orphan Anya and her only friend.”

“Not my only friend, don’t be mean.”

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I meant your best friend.”

“Much better.” She grinned up at him and crossed her arms. This game wasn’t anything special, but she was grateful for his willingness to play, to keep her from tipping over that edge of eternal loss in her heart. This adventure had been exciting but sometimes the longing for anything familiar threatened to swallow her whole. When she felt that aching, overwhelming wave of homesickness she would turn to Dmitry, because whether he knew it or not, everything about him was so unapologetically Russian and familiar that the ache would soothe immediately.

Then she stared at the doll in his hand again. “I think I had sisters.”

His expression softened even more, the humor falling. “How do you know?”

She shrugged. “It just… it feels warm.” She felt silly for it sometimes, confessing random memories to him. But his lips had tilted into a small smile. Not a mocking one, but something strangely fond. And she felt okay.

(She felt something else, too, but she didn’t have time to question what it meant.)

Before he could respond Vlad found them. “All right, it’s my turn. The dust in here is making me cough.”

They left the shop purchase-less, and Vlad’s choice was a practical one: he decided it was time for their tuxedo fittings. The funniest part of today was that he insisted Dmitry needed to try on every suit in the store until they landed on something… suitable.

Well, it was funny until his endearing impatience got the better of them all.

“No, not that one,” Vlad dismissed for the third time in a row when Dmitry came out of the dressing room in another tux. Anya had curled up in the plush seat, trying to get lost in her new book, while the boys rotated through the chosen outfits from the racks. Dmitry enjoyed having access to the latest fashions, yes, but she could tell he had grown tired of Vlad’s pestering. “You need a different shirt. None of those ruffles, you’re not a butler from 1845.”

Dmitry rolled his eyes. “I’m not a child, I can dress myself!”

“You’re acting like a child.”

Anya giggled. Ever since she and Dmitry had somewhat gotten along a little better, he and Vlad seemed to bicker more than ever before. It was entertaining.

“Go try on the next one—”

But that was the last straw for their friend. With an annoyed huff Dmitry tore his jacket off his shoulders and struggled with the delicate buttons down the shirt, stopping at his chest when it was open enough for him to yank it over his head. The tailor protested to no avail. “I’m not moving from this spot until we pick out the right shirt!” he declared, stripped down to just his undershirt in the middle of that store. “The next shirt I try on is the one I’m purchasing.”

For reasons Anya couldn’t explain… her mouth went a little dry. Her book lay useless and limp on her lap. His tank top stretched over his chest, hardly leaving anything to the imagination, yards of skin on his arms and shoulders exposed to the world. She couldn’t help but stare as he turned to replace his shirt on the hangar, muscles shifting in his back, shoulders broad without any fabric to hide them, waist slim but sturdy. The hair on the nape of his neck seemed longer against bare skin.

He and Vlad were discussing something but Anya didn’t hear any of it. His suspenders hung down from his waistline. When he’d removed his shirt in his fit he messed up the hair he’d carefully washed and combed back that morning, locks sticking up in odd angles and falling over his forehead. Something about it reminded her of how Russian he was— he was still the disheveled, proud, temperamental, vain boy she’d met in Petersburg, and no amount of time in Paris would change that. In this new world of unfamiliarity he would stubbornly remain the same. She just… could now note that he had nice arms, now that they didn’t need to layer up with wool to keep warm. That was all.

And then Dmitry met her eyes and she shamefully dropped her gaze to her book. “Which one?” Dmitry was asking and it took her a second to realize he was addressing her. “You’ve been quiet. Surely you have an opinion.”

He was holding up two hangars, two white tuxedo shirts, looking at her expectantly. She stood from her seat. “Umm…” It took her a moment to find her voice, so she stalled by touching the fabric of the shirts, pretending to ponder, and held one against his chest. And that was a mistake because her palms suddenly itched with the urge to touch more of him. She held the second option up, laying the fabric over his solid arm. The material was soft and silky, shimmering in the light, the vertical stitching leading her eye up to his face. “This one,” she decided. She hoped he wasn’t looking at the pink in her cheeks.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

A pause. Then, with an unreadable expression, Dmitry nodded, and she blinked and stepped away so he could change his shirt for the last time. She tried not to watch the nimble fingers adjusting the buttons until his collarbone was hidden underneath the fabric as it was before. Vlad exclaimed that this was finally the one and they could finally move on so the tailor could finish his job and they could move on with their day, but Anya remained silent while he tucked the hem into his pants and pulled the suspenders back over his broad shoulders.

After they decided on a shirt he had to pick a bow tie. “What about this one?” Dmitry asked. He’d opted for a white one. He was still fixing it under his chin, his collar flipped up and tickling his cheeks. Anya felt her face warm watching him.

Slowly the tuxedo came together— cummerbund, gloves, cufflinks, jacket. And just like that the man she’d been sneaking onto trains with was a passable, high society gentleman. The tailor still had to make some adjustments on his sleeves, but they were nearly done, and Anya still stayed near Dmitry to watch the transformation. He’d groaned about the tedious process but she could tell he was secretly enjoying the pampering.

He leaned down from the podium to whisper to her in a conspiratorial tone, “We’ll have to get you a dress for the ballet next.”

Vlad interrupted. “Tomorrow. I’ve already scheduled an appointment with a seamstress to fix something up for her while you and I are fitted for tuxedos. You wanted blue, right?”

Anya was about to answer before she realized he was talking to Dmitry. “Yes,” he answered. Then, almost apologetically he muttered to her, “the Dowager Empress loves blue, apparently.”

She shrugged. “I love blue, too,” she said, with a pathetic glance towards the blue suit he’d wear out of the store, hanging on a hook behind them.

“Ah, confound it!” Vlad was staring at his watch. “I’m late for my… appointment with Lily. Anya, can I leave you in charge of finishing up here?”

She smiled, pleased. “Of course. Have fun.”

Dmitry stepped down from the little podium when the tailor was satisfied with his measurements. He fidgeted, probably anxious to be finished with this errand after being stuck in this dressing room for hours. They’d arrived here late in the afternoon but now it was surely time for the shop to close. “He’s been grumpy today,” Dmitry said with a shake of his head.

That made her laugh. “He didn’t stick around with us for very long.”

“No,” he said, pulling the lapels of his jacket down from his shoulders and replacing it on the hangar. “I can’t imagine why he’d rather spend time with his beautiful countess instead of us two orphans.”

“Unbelievable.” She smiled, trying not to stare at his shoulders, the way the cummerbund slimmed his waist, the bit of neck stretching over his collar, the skin of his forearms visible as he unclasped the cufflinks. “We even clean up well, too. He’s missing out on some classy company.”

“We do, don’t we?” He flashed a grin. There was a pause as they both realized what was said. He cleared his throat. “Uh— just give me a moment to change and then we’ll get out of here.”

He disappeared behind the curtain to switch to his new blue ensemble that the tailor had measured for the last time they were here. Anya pondered it for a second. It all felt so juvenile, these feelings. She used to think they’d have nothing to say to one another if they stopped being angry, but if anything the last few days have proven quite the opposite. Dmitry was creeping into her sense of comfort and happiness quicker than she initially thought.

They paid for the tuxedo and the adjustments and left, his previous clothes in a bag and a new suit on his back, and when they made it outside the shop the sun had begun to set. Dmitry was standing a little taller. It wasn’t the new wardrobe, it was him. He seemed lighter, somehow, like he was, for once, okay with being seen. And she couldn’t look away.

They walked in silence for a second. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but Anya was trying to think of something to say and only finding blank static. She needed to get a grip soon or this was going to be an awkward walk back to the hotel.

Dmitry seemed nervous too for some reason. They hadn’t been left alone like this in a while. He dug in his pocket, letting a cigarette dangle from his lips, and then found his lighter. Back in Petersburg he would come back from the market with shaking hands and would smoke the evening away until he was soothed. It had been weeks since she’d seen him light one.

“You aren’t smoking as much lately.”

“The French have very strong cigarettes.” Dmitry took a long huff with his eyes closed, almost in relief. “There’s enough nicotine to give me a heart attack, so I’ve had to cut back.” They reached the corner where they were meant to turn, where they would retire for the night in their hotel suite. But for some reason he hesitated, looking distracted, and Anya wondered if he felt the same way. Like he wasn’t ready for their time together to end, either.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t feel like going back to the hotel.”

She nodded, staring at the ground. This was where he was saying goodbye, then. Of course he’d want to go out and be seen in his new clothes. Why was she disappointed that they were about to part ways for the night? “So, I’ll see you in the morning, then?”

“Actually, I was wondering...” He let his hand fall to his side and she looked back up at him in surprise. “I mean, you don’t have to but I’d like it if you stayed…” He relented with a sigh when she raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry— I just… Please, stay, Anya. I’ll buy you macarons.”

She searched his eyes and only found sincerity. “The patisseries are closed.”

He grinned. “I know a place.”

Sure enough, they found one bakery still open. “I’ll get us something to drink next door,” Anya said, and they split to run their errands. Anya picked out a bottle of wine for them to share and waited outside the bakery, watching through the window. And for some reason the sight inside made her nostrils flare. Dmitry leaned over the counter casually, facing away from her so she couldn’t see him, but she could clearly see the young woman behind the counter, clearly enjoying his company. When she leaned and touched his shoulder Anya decided to look away.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened behind her and Dmitry smiled with his reward, a small paper bag his payment for her company. “Where are we having our snack?”

They found a bench on the bank of the Seine. Dmitry unveiled the contents of his purchase: a box of macarons and two pastries. Minimal. Enough. Perfect. She handed him the bottle of wine she found and he raised his eyebrows.

“You, Anya,” he started, uncorking the bottle after examining it, “have expensive taste in reds.”

She laughed. He handed her the bottle, letting her have the first sip, and she let the satisfaction of impressing him settle in her stomach. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No.”

There weren’t any glasses so she just knocked back the whole bottle. It was heavy and expensive in her hand but light and sensual in her throat. After she was done she passed it to him. The casual intimacy between the two of them was comforting and odd at once, peaceful interactions not unwelcomed but… strange. Strange to be sharing a drink. As she watched him sip and swallow she wondered if his mouth would taste like hers now.

Oh boy. That thought made her stare down at the water, wondering if it would hurt to drown.

That wasn’t the first time she thought of kissing Dmitry, but she hoped it would be the last. She couldn’t tell if it was fondness or just curiosity that made her wonder. And then she was thinking about Dmitry kissing other women, and the French patisserie woman’s face came to her mind and that made Anya feel sour so she shunned the thought from her mind.

“That merchant woman seems very impressed with your new suit,” she said instead of letting it go.

He laughed, annoyed. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

“What? Feeling a human emotion and wanting to be in love is embarrassing?”

“Yes. Obviously.” He scratched the back of his head. “But that’s not what that was— I mean… I was just trying to convince her to let me buy an order of macarons even though she was already closing the shop for the night.”

“Ah, I see. You were using her.”

“No!” He was laughing. “I was just talking. And it worked, didn’t it? You got your sweets.”

He did get her her sweets. She’d better dig into the box before he threatened to take them away. The pastries were their dinner tonight so she started with that one first. He followed suit, digging into the bag for his meal. “So,” she said after a few bites, “how did you know this woman would be so easily persuaded?”

“Why are you so curious about this?”

“No reason.” She brushed some crumbs from her fingertips. He grabbed the bottle of wine by the neck. “I was just wondering if we’d have an extra guest in our suite tonight.”

He choked on his sip of wine, in a coughing fit for nearly a full minute. “What makes you think I’d—” he cleared his throat, “that’s not even close to my— I didn’t intend— we were just talking!”

She tried not to let the satisfaction of seeing him so flustered get to her head. “So why didn’t you ask her to take a little promenade down the Seine instead?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’ve met dozens of women just like her.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.” He snuffed out his cigarette with a tight jaw. “There’s nothing wrong with her, but… there’s nothing about her that I want anymore, either.”

They were both quiet for a moment. Until:

“I’ve never met anyone like you, though.”

Her eyes snapped up to him. It felt like her heart stopped beating for a second. “Is that a compliment?”

“No,” he said quickly. Defensively. “It’s a fact. I’m making a statistical observation.” His brows were narrowed as he ran through the excuses. “And it would’ve been rude of me to ask her out and leave you waiting.”

“Nothing’s stopped you from being rude to me before.”

“You’re an impossible woman to please.” Pink tinted his cheeks. He’d never willingly admit to him being nice to her, huh. Still, she smiled to herself in satisfaction, stealing another sip of wine. “But what about you? Why haven’t you asked the dozens of gentlemen here for more than just a dance?”

She decided it was time to choose a macaron. “They’re very uninteresting.”

“But they can actually dance, and they have money. How do you know what they’re like beyond the night clubs?”

“I don’t know,” she picked the pink cookie. “I can see it in their eyes. There’s nothing real in what they desire, and I don’t care to know more than that.” Dmitry’s eyes, however, held nothing but amusement at seeing her struggle with the very conversation she just made him endure. For some reason what they were talking about felt off limits to Anya, like she had to speak quietly so they weren’t caught. They’d never been this candid about their romantic lives before. Sure, she’d consider him a friend now, and friends were supposed to talk about this kind of stuff, she thought. But it was still strange. Everything about tonight was strange. She looked down to the ground again. “And besides, I wouldn’t even know what to do with a man. It’s not like suitors were lining up for a date with an amnesiac in Siberia.”

The game fell away to something like sympathy. Not insincere, but still something that made her gut twist. “Well,” he sat up and dipped his hands into the bag for another treat, opting for the lemon macaron. “I wouldn’t know what a gentleman would like to do, but my guess is, if you accept any offer from the men at the dance clubs who catch your fancy, he would start with a nice dinner, perhaps.” He held up his thumb, and then flexed his index finger, counting down his list. “Followed by a walk on the Seine. Or you’d return to a nightclub, for the dancing, because that would be your thing, of course.” He tossed a smile. “Trips to the museums are a given. Strolls through the park. Oh, and of course— how could I forget— a private trip up the Eiffel Tower.”

She took another sip of their wine. The bottle was half empty now. “Is that all?”

“Don’t forget about the gifts.” He grinned. “Fresh cut flowers, the finest sweets the city has to offer, glittering jewelry. Never enough for such a refined Parisian woman.”

She rolled her eyes. “It sounds like this gentleman doesn’t know me very well.”

“No, he got a little carried away. But he knows you deserve big gestures, you know that, and quickly learns you like to pick out your own dresses.” A pause. "My guess is once you pick someone you like, nothing would stop you from the pursuit."

Little did he know.

“Hmm.” She chewed on her lip. This certainly wasn’t where Anya wanted the conversation to go, but Dmitry was smiling and playful, so she supposed it was worth it. “I’m guessing you didn’t do stuff like that with the women you met in Saint Petersburg.”

“No…” he looked away and shook his head. “Too poor to properly sweep someone off her feet for it to really stick.”

Someone started playing an accordion at the corner of the sidewalk, the music echoing through the streets. In the distance was a bridge glittering over the water. She thought about the few nights she spent under that bridge over the canal in Petersburg, how close and far away that level of poverty hung.

After a quiet moment she said, “Do you ever wonder if we’re cut out for it?”

“For what?” Dmitry lifted the bottle to his lips again.

“You know. For love.”

He swallowed his sip and winced like it hurt. “Every day.”

The words hung in the air for a second. And, briefly, she could see it— a life of picnics on the bank of the river, of shopping until the sun went down, of him making her laugh and looking at her like that until it was time to leave. She wondered if he could see it, too. Two orphans making each other happy.

Dmitry was the first to look away. Anya was the first to break the silence. “You’re hogging the wine.”

“Oh! Sorry…” he held the bottle to her and she took a long swig. God.

Dmitry swiped a crumb from his tie with a small frown coloring his lips. Seconds ago he was light and playful with the prospect of their game, but something had since soured his mood. Instead of getting annoyed like she used to by his tendency towards melancholy and leaving him alone, she wanted him to share, to stay open with her. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “I feel like a fraud, a little bit.”

“How so?”

“Like anyone can see through me. Take away the suit and you’re left with…”

“An orphan who strayed too far away from home?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

There was that strange look of fondness again, like he was surprised and awed and comforted at the same time. Then he looked down and dug in the bag for another cookie.

“Dmitry.” She didn’t know what compelled her to share this with him. Maybe it was the wine. “For the record, I’m glad it was you. That you were the one with the exit papers I was looking for.”

Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, he looked completely shaken. But then he smiled. “Me too.” He rubbed his knuckles with his thumb— a nervous habit. How many of those had she noticed tonight? “And I’m glad you were the one who… who could play the part.” When she didn’t respond fast enough he tilted the patisserie bag towards her. “Last macaron?”

She blinked and looked inside. “Oh, that’s the caramel one, you have to try it!”

“No, Anya. I bought a half dozen so we’d each get three.”

“We’ll split it.” She was already reaching into the bag and tearing the cookie in half. When she handed him his piece he raised an eyebrow. “Go on!” He made a big show of giving in and dropping the treat into his mouth, chewing with gusto. “Well?”

He laughed and shrugged. “Not bad.”

“Not bad? That’s the best one!”

“All right, fine, it’s the best one, okay? You happy?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. She looked out at the lights glistening over the water while she savored the last bite. Happy.

“Anya…”

She looked back at him. “Yes?”

His throat bobbed. “I’m…” His dark eyes were warm, wanting. A mirror. And then his shoulders dropped and that warmth flickering in his eyes was snuffed out. “We‘d better get going. Before we drink the whole bottle and we’re too drunk to make it back safely.”

She nodded, disappointed, but unsure why. She felt like she’d been anticipating something. “You’re probably right.”

She let him take her hand and pull her to her feet. They gathered their trash and their nearly empty bottle of wine, and stumbled towards the direction of the hotel. For some reason Anya still felt as if she needed to hold her breath for what was to come. Maybe that meant she had more serious consideration to do in regards to the reality of her feelings towards the man still holding her hand.

Maybe he was right. This was embarrassing.

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don’t forget to check this out on ao3!

#anastasia broadway #anastasia musical #anastasia #fanfiction #dimya #my writing #idk what to tag this as lol #just some soft domestic 'hanging out in paris and idk maybe we can kiss?' fluff <33

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themosleyreview · 2 years

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The Mosley Review: Amsterdam

Aw yes. It is the season of the Oscar caliber films that feature the best in storytelling and acting. Well, this film definitely does that in a not so conventional way and I liked it for the most part. When it comes to the "whodunnit" stories set in a period piece that's based on real events, it can be tricky on how you approach it. You want to tell the true story while adding your personal flare while not diluting or trivializing the lives of those that were involved. Its a delicate tight rope to walk especially when its sort of a twisted origin story. This film does deliver all of those aspects while having a fun charm about it. It stayed serious when it was necessary, but also played coy and danced around topics with sometimes nonsensical dialogue. The murder mystery aspect felt fresh in its execution as it jungles with so many characters and all were surprisingly relevant to the plot. There were moments for me where I wish the film stopped diverting from plot forwarding dialogue. It took me out of the film a few times and felt bloated. Like I said before, this film kicks off the season with an all star cast that at this point can be considered generational.

Christian Bale is nothing short of perfection and I loved him as Burt Berendsen. He was quirky and fun as he would narrate the story and go against the grain with his medical practices. John David Washington was great as his lawyer friend Harold Woodsman. He was charming and their chemistry was immediately powerful as they survived World War 1. Margot Robbie dazzles as the artistic and romantic nurse Valerie Voze. The chemistry between her and Harold was great as their love blossom's throughout the film. The bond between the three of them is what held the film together and I enjoyed watching them go on this spiral of a political murder mystery. Rami Malek was great as Valerie's cagey pacifist brother Tom. He was so calm and sometimes intoxicating with his words. Anya Taylor-Joy was truly the most unlikable character in the film as Tom's wife Libby. She would always do her best to discredit and bring down Valerie and Anya portrays this character expertly. Mike Myers was awesome and I loved seeing him do something more dramatic as Paul Canterbury. He still has his comedic charm and impeccable delivery. Michael Shannon was great as his American companion Henry Norcross. The pair of them together was excellent and I loved how they bounced off each other when it came to their double meaning behind their dialogue. Robert De Niro was excellent as you'd expect and this was a cake walk for him as his portrays Gil Dillenbeck whose based on the historical army vetern Smedley Butler. There were some tense moments his character was in and he never flinched.

The score by Daniel Pemberton was light, ethereal and supported the more tension filled moments toward the last act of the film. Visually the film is stunning as we get a romanticized version of Amsterdam and the dirty and progressive view of New York City. The biggest problem I had with the film is that it felt like a parody of itself at times. The story would start to go down this awesome path of discovery as the clues start to form, but then it would quickly dive into a dream state or whimsical story that has almost nothing to do with the moment at hand. I was intrigued by the murder framing of the characters and their efforts to clear their names while exposing a corrupt organization. Not stories about birds and drugs. Writer and Director David O. Russell has brought together yet another all star cast and made a murder mystery that defies convention which was a positive, but also it a detriment to its overall plot. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#amsterdam #Christian Bale #john david washington #margot robbie #mike myers #michael shannon #rami malek #anya taylor joy #Robert De Niro #david o russell #taylor swift

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itsmaferart · 2 years

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Hi! I wanted to tell you how much I love your analysis on SxF, very on point and detailed! What a pleasure to read 😊 There's one thing I wanted to ask you about: translation and how it impacts the perception of a scene. I'm French-speaking native and I discovered the 'Honey trap' in French and then your analysis in English. Loid's reaction to Yor's punch is a bit more 'intense' in French. Not speaking Japanese, I don't know which one is closer to the original text. 'Off-balance' is replaced by 'faire perdre tous mes repères'. Which could mean Loid is 'becoming completely lost' in the French version. So at first I thought that Loid's feelings for Yor were more obvious to himself. Less 'covered' if it makes sense. My point is : do you think we could make wrong interpretation of a character due to a translation? How much differs our version of the dialogues to the original one? Looking forward for new analysis and care take 🌸

Ohh! Hello thank you very much! I appreciate the love that my analyzes have received!! They motivate me to continue!

The answer would be: Yes, the translation influences a lot in understanding the scene. This is a very frequent problem when trying to adapt a series/comic/book to another language. I understand that Japanese as a language is an ideographic language, so its writing represents ideas and thoughts, and is not a composition of precise words.

(I have to clarify that I do not understand Japanese at all. So like everyone I depend on translations, what little I know is from mere research. Any native or connoisseur of the language is free to correct me)

Said that. Sometimes it is very difficult to figure out exactly what is being said in a scene. Especially when they are abstract feelings, puns, expressions of the native language, etc. Since, while in one country something is a joke, in another place it is something that is taken literally xD ...In fact, recently I think there was a translation error in the manga. Where it was believed that Anya was going to get sweets from the Damiand but it turned out to be a specific cake (I didn't understand very well, I guess it's a play on words or something like that xD)... Even so, there is always a lot of support from the fandom to offer clarifications and interpretations. Especially for those who understand the native language

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Regarding Twilight. I guess it's a complicated sentiment to translate, since Twilight himself has no idea what he was with himself. He felt lost and confused, perhaps the best way to understand it is "I'm not the same person as before".

He just didn't know what to do with Yor, with his feelings. But why would a genius at emotional readings fail so terribly? "The answer" is the simplest and the most difficult to recognize "He can't be cold and calculating in front of Yor and Anya, they cloud his judgment. They make him a common person, clumsy and even somewhat naive. They let out their most human side"

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Regarding your original language. It may not be so far from what was intended to say: Perhaps they were more explicit. The sense that "Twilight is lost" seems pretty accurate to me. Although, as you say, it sounds like a deeper statement.

I guess someone who speaks Japanese would be the most accurate person to clarify how explicit Twilight was.

Still, I don't think these variations are that serious. Sometimes these changes favor the understanding of native people of another language, so these changes are made to better understand the expression.

Since if the translation were exact. The impact would not be the same. The important thing is to convey the meaning of the works. An example would be proverbs. Although the meaning is exactly the same, the words vary from language to language. This does not harm, on the contrary, it favors each reader because he feels the work "more endearing"

Perhaps in the case of your native language they used the most appropriate expression to imply that "Twilight is missing" for the love of his family, and this is confusing him

#Translating is very complicated #yor forger #spy x family #loid forger #twiyor #loid x yor #yor briar #twilight #sxf #anya forger #spyxfamily twilight #All I know is that man is falling

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claireclaymore · 2 years

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My chapter 66 (scene 2)

Twilight knew better than anyone that a good spy should know when an unforeseen event is a threat and when it isn't.

His wife being late while shopping should just be an accident. If it hadn't been 3 hours ago!

As she prepared dinner, his mind swung between the mood of a spy calculating possibilities and a worried husband.

When the immense list of bizarre but harmless possibilities was over, there was only the worst left to imagine. What if she's been arrested by the SSS? No, Yuri would never let them torture her. But what if there's been a robbery and she's fighting with the thieves? Or if she fell into a storm drain while she was walking...

"Pal!" Loid felt a small pink-haired human touch his knee. "Don't be worried, Mom is fine."

"I...I know." He flushed with embarrassment. "I wasn't worried..."

"If something bad happens to Ma, Bond will tell me."

He couldn't help but smile at the girl's cuteness. But he could see that she was just as tense as he was, as if she'd watched something violent, but the TV was off and the only scary thing was his own imagination.

Before he could ask what was going on, the doorbell rang.

The two flew to the door, but all they found was the delivery man. The next moment they were staring at that mysterious pile of cakes placed on the kitchen table.

That only made Twilight's suspicions worse. What did that mean? Where did it come from? Is it a message from WISE? It was a bomb?

"Huh?!" Anya was so alarmed that she nearly choked on the piece of cake she'd already stuffed down her collar.

"Anya!" Loid exclaimed as he went to help her.

"Are we going to explode?!" She screamed in fright.

"What?!" Loid looked for signs of explosives and then remembered that he couldn't play the spy in front of his daughter. "What are you talking about?"

Then it was Anya's turn to be stunned. What does she respond without revealing the powers?

"My belly…hurts!" She forced a cry of pain, and luckily for her, Loid readily believed her.

"Is it poison?!" He let it slip.

"Poison?!" Anya despaired.

"Did I say it out loud?" Loid fumbled, asking that question, more to himself than to her.

"Was she poisoned?!" A third voice entered the scene.

"No. I..." he realized. "Yor!"

"Ma!"

Anya jumped off Loid's lap and into her mother's arms. Twilight almost hugged his fake wife on impulse, but stopped in time.

"You're fine, Ma!" Anya hugged her dramatically.

"I am." Yor patted her back to soothe her. "Sorry for the delay."

"Were you fighting a bear, Ma?" Anya asked suddenly excited.

"At the." Yor thought maybe this fight would have been easier. "Well, let's say I had a disagreement with a person."

"And this person is alright?" Loid figured that this wretch must be in the hospital by now. "Who was?"

"Hmm... Er..." She swallowed and Anya made a face of astonishment. "That person was Melinda Desmond. Damian's mother."

Loid's jaw dropped to the floor. And he could only mumble "Melin...melinda Desmond?"

From the look of guilt etched on Yor's face, Loid quickly deduced that not only had Anya hit Donavan's son, and now even this guy's wife didn't escape a punch. And worse, a punch from Yor!

"Ma! Did you hit her?!" Anya was alarmed

"Did you hit her?!" The husband exclaimed desperately.

"No! No! It wasn't a fight it was just a misunderstanding." Yor tried to calm them down. "Er... The thing is after the punch stuff she started to investigate...us." She completed in an apprehensive tone. "And I didn't like it."

"Then did you punch?" Anya asked.

"Anya, no! I didn't punch anyone today." Yor defended himself. "Actually, I met her by accident, but she and her friends were quite nice to me until she brough up that incident between Anya and Damian and..." Yor sighed as he realized she was also bad at reporting. "Anyway, I said I didn't like her attitude, I rejected her cakes..."

"Are those cakes that arrived here were hers?" Loid asked tensely.

"Did she send cakes here?" Yor became aware of the cakes on the table. "But...but I didn't mention our address..."

Loid and Yor looked at each other tensely and apprehensively. On the other hand, Anya concluded that without punch, the mother's story wasn't all that interesting and those beautiful cakes shouldn't be explosive (and Bond always warned when there was a threat). She and Bond went back to devouring the cakes.

"Maybe…this is an apology." Loid tried to smile to reassure his wife a little. "Rich people have extravagant habits."

"Huh... She already apologized and..." She hesitated. "She asked us to be friends."

"And what did you say?" Loid tried not to look too curious.

"Anything." He admitted embarrassed. "I just ran away..."

They were so involved in that conversation that they didn't even notice the phone ringing insistently. They didn't notice until they heard Anya's voice on the phone.

"A friend?" They only noticed when they heard Anya's voice on the phone. "My mom doesn't have any friends. She just has mean coworkers."

Yor pulled the phone out of Anya's hands as if it were a bomb.

"Oh, hello." She said all flustered.

"Yor!Hi!" Yor recognized Melinda's excited voice. "I just called to let you know that I sent the cakes to your house. And I'm sorry I know you're still offended. And rightly so. But I would feel terrible for interrupting your shopping. So please accept the cakes as part 1 of an apology."

"Part 1?" She asked.

"Yes. I know it's a very small gesture for the amount of inconvenience I've caused." Melinda was doing a fantastic job of showing regret in her tone. "I really want to make amends to you. I'm serious. And... I know it was pretty weird me making that proposal for you."

Yor noticed a certain confusion or shyness in the various pauses Melinda made in her speech. It was as if she wasn't quite sure what to say, or was too nervous to say the right things.

"Would you accept my invitation to go shopping tomorrow?" Her voice was full of expectation.

Yor looked at Loid, who beside her overheard the conversation. They both nodded (Anya also shook her head, so as not to feel left out).

And an important decision was made.

[to be continue]

#spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #melinda desmond #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #bond #i procrastinate too much the official chapter already came out hahaha

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Dear Anya,

Happy Birthday, love! My bestie has a birthday today, which of course means she should be plenty spoiled! I'm so glad you were born today since you've been a staple in my life since we met, and I'm so grateful to our little film for bringing you into my life. I wish I could be there to celebrate with you in person, though with the trip to Mexico coming up, I'll owe you birthday drinks sometime during that! I wanted to get you some things that you'll hopefully like, though I'm less worried about that with the cake since most everyone loves that, and I know you do too! Since I know you've an affinity for all things goth, I thought these candles would be nice decor for your place, whether that's in London or the farmhouse you've your eye on! And of course, all goths need extra leather jackets, and I hope you like this one for having a little extra flair to it. Finally, the girls send their love but told me they'd rather give you birthday wishes in person, so they'll do that come the weekend! But little Beau insisted I help him with this so you could have it, since you've art from the girls already but none from him! So, now you've art from all the children. I hope you have the best day, love, and can't wait to catch up with you in person soon! xx

Love, George

wow, you're over here making me tear up on my birthday, georgie! but thank you so much, and can i just say how grateful i am for our little movie as well as for bringing you in my life! even though i wish you could be here to celebrate with me as well, i'm looking forward to those birthday drinks in mexico! i must say that the cake looks absolutely amazing, and i can't wait to eat it. i also love the candles, and they're going to look amazing at the farmhouse, honestly! plus, i must say that leather jacket is gorgeous, and it's already calling me to wear it, i can't wait to put it on! you tell the girls i love them right back, and i can't wait to hear their birthday wishes when i see them on the weekend. but oh goodness, that artwork from beau is too cute, and that's what made me even more emotional. i can't wait to hang it up near the girls artwork, and i'm so lucky that i've gotten artwork from them all now! i'm having the best day, and you've just made it even better! i love you!

#( gifts from — george. )#( george — you're the best friend that i ever had. )#( event — anya's twenty-eighth. )

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tare-anime · 3 years

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Angst, bittersweet.

10-15 years after major character death (AO3)

Forgive me, for I've succumbed into temptation. m(_ _)m

This story is kinda a continuation of @seira-sxf cooking prompt

So painful, yet I kept remembering this story. T.T

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Loid moved his feet through the sidewalks of Berlint city. So many things have changed since the past decade. Yet, when he looks around, he could see pictures from his memories playing in front of him like an old movie.

The three of them ate cakes at that cafeteria.

Anya ran around with Yor close behind, and he followed them with Bond at that park

Them eating comfort foods after such bad days at the diners.

People would always comment about how perfect their family was.

And despite all his initial denials, he was very lucky to be granted the mission, and met with the wonderful ladies of his life.

His family was never fake. Those memories were never fake.

Even the most painful one.

If only I had noticed the ambush sooner and I wasn't too late to-……

Loid closed his eyes and tightened his grip at the flower bucket

Stop it.

The blond man took a deep breath to unclog his tightened throat.

And he continued to walk towards his destination.

He moved his feet past the green grass and the row of sunflowers, until he stopped in front of the tombstone.

He placed the bucket of flowers in front of the stone beside another one.

Yuri has visited, like always.

He then cleaned the site from dried leaves and twigs, before sitting in front of it.

The man caressed the stone and started talking, “Hey….. it’s been a while.”

He took a deep breath, ”So, updates. Anya has graduated from college. Turned out she only needed 3 years to complete the course. So smart isn’t she? And she’s getting married soon. With the second Desmond child of course. I think we both expected that to happen sooner or later, huh,” He chuckled, “She’d tried on the wedding dress, and she looks so pretty. Just like you.”

Loid sighed, and rested his forehead on the stone, “I wish you were here.”

Suddenly a gust of wind took away his fedora, and it forced Loid to immediately rise and run after it.

Loid managed to retrieve his hat near the rows of sunflowers who stood tall before him. They seemed to dance cheerfully under the bright sunlight.

The view managed to warm his heart. And he smiled when remembering how his own sunflower never failed to lift his spirit.

As he placed his fedora back on top of his head, the man smiled, “Yeah. You’re right. No matter how bloodied our hands are, we did manage to protect and raise a wonderful soul.”

Walking away from the place, he spared a glance and whispered, “Until we meet again.”

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I love to hc Loid thinking Yor as his sunflower. A scentless flower that is bright like the sun.

I made a lot of fluff fanfic regarding this hc.

Back then I didn’t believe the result of the “what type of writer are you” quiz.

The result said that I love to write unexpectable twists, including major character death. I only laughed at that time, because I thought I will never write about tragedy.

Yet, here I am ^^; goodness….

Please let this kind of “bad end major character death thing” exist in the fanfic world only, yeah? ^^;

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #angst #bad end AU #major character death #sxf fic #sxf ficlet #mine

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what-is-denial-if-not-fanfiction · 3 years

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AU! Where Peter doesn't know Erik is his father. Just a little ficlet that's been on my mind lately.

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The best thing about Pietro Maximoff was his sister, Wanda. They were opposites in everyway - she was jaded, Peter was happy-go-lucky. They would argue and almost blow up Marya's house but it was their thing. In every moment that defined who Peter was she was there.

Then Wanda died. And Peter couldn't do anything. He should have seen it coming. But he didn't.

So, surrounded by his friends, who had decided to throw him a surprise birthday party - he had never felt so alone.

"Do.. you not like it?" Ororo tentatively asked.

Peter was staring blankly at the cake, eerily still. He didn't want to celebrate, not when he knew he wasn't supposed to be alone.

"I'm sorry I- need to go," he choked out.

"Peter, wait!" Mystique yelled after him, but he was already too long gone.

Time moved far too slowly for Peter. But Wanda had always been there to make it a little bit more bearable. He knew that her spiral started when their powers manifested. People would look at them in disdain, twins who had red and silver hair and a boy who couldn't keep still for more than a single second. So they hid their powers even if it only lasted for a while.

They'd spend their days wondering what would have happened if their father was there to teach them. Would they then feel any semblance of normalcy? Would they be accepted? Would he be proud of them?

They'd spend hours making plans, that once they turned eighteen they'd set out to find their father, even if it was just to know.

Even when they were apart they could always feel what the other was, where the other was. Then nothing.

The days when they fought were always the worst, where Wanda would tell Peter that he couldn't possibly understand - not knowing how to control your powers. She was right, he didn't. But that didn't mean that Peter suffered anything less. What he wouldn't give now, to make even those days last forever.

Peter sat beneath his favorite tree in Westminster Manor, where he would often be found listening to his walkman watching the students of the school.

The moon was beautifully full tonight, and the thick coolness of the midnight air was wrapping itself around Peter like a blanket. Taking another swig at his beer, he looked down at the photo he held reverently between his fingers and the tears started to flow again.

Erik, like the rest of the X-men, was left worried by the reaction that the boy had. Charles had advised to give Peter time, and in Erik's defense, he had certainly tried - but something pulled him towards the boy. At first he had tried to ignore the niggling ache whenever he was near him but he couldn't help but be drawn in.

Thankfully, it didn't take too long to find the silver-haired boy.

"Why did you leave?" Erik asked, sitting down beside Peter. And suddenly a pair of startlingly glassy eyes were set on him. Peter had been crying.

"Because there used to be two cakes. Now, there's only one," Peter said.

He was confused, was Peter truly greedy enough to be upset by, God forbid - a lack of cake?

"What do you mean-" his voice laced with irritation. But was cut off by himself when his eyes landed upon a photo that Peter was holding.

"I had a twin."

And it didn't elude Erik that Peter had used the word had. Past tense.

"I'm sorry."

"Nah man, I probably owe the guys an apology for leaving like that. It's just-"

"You don't have to say anything," putting his hand on Peter's shoulder. He was surprised how much the boy leaned in to his touch, but he knew what it felt like to grieve.

"She killed herself, a couple of months before Apocalypse. I guess she was finally tired of hiding, of being ridiculed, of being feared. I knew she felt bad but I never did anything. I should've seen it coming."

"You shouldn't have had to hide."

"I know, but for a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late."

There were no words that Erik could offer, not without sounding patronizing nor hypocritical. He knew first hand what it was like for your powers to fail you. With Anya, with Magda, with Nina.

"Tell me about her-" gesturing to the photo "-what was she like, was she a runner like you?"

Peter's mouth twitched, barely making a ghost of a smile.

"Wanda? A speedster? Pfft. No. No. She was- like Jean. From her powers and red hair to boot."

"Oh?"

"At first I was so jealous because she manifested earlier than me. She was nine then. I was eleven when my powers showed up and even still man, she could make beams and move things and read minds and me, I could run," Peter snorted derisively.

"Don't put yourself down Peter, God knows what I would've done with powers like yours."

"I'm sorry about them."

"What else?" choosing instead to change the topic.

"We..uh, this was taken in our backyard-" looking down at the photo "we'd pretend to be superheroes, I was Quicksilver and she'd be Scarlet Witch. Drove our aunt crazy we did - having to clean the backyard with the mess we made."

"Aunt? You don't live with your parents?"

"No. Our mom died giving birth to us"

"And your father?"

"We don't know him. He doesn't even know exist. All we got from our aunt was that he could control metal and his name."

"They told me you control metal"

"My mom once knew a guy who could do that"

Erik went still. Sensing this Peter hastily added, "Don't worry man, it's not you."

"His name?" His heart was beating rapidly - some quick math was all it took, Peter was 28. His voice apprehensive even to his own ears.

"Magnus Eisenhardt."

Erik remained frozen in his seat. Beside him was Peter - his son. His son that he didn't even know he had. The joy that suddenly filled him knowing he had someone was quickly overtaken by anguish - he had a son that he was never there for, and yet another daughter dead.

For the blow to be lessened or worsened by that he didn't know. He didn't know her at all to truly grieve, but that was the point wasn't it - he didn't know her and she was gone before he could.

"He was the reason I came here."

"Really, why?" Erik had said with forced casualty, only hoping that Peter wouldn't notice.

"Wanda- she.. she always wanted to find him. To meet him, we made plans back then to look for him but they never happened. When she died, I thought... maybe, if I could find him for her, she'd be happy. And the Professor technically owes me for breaking you out - so I thought maybe he could help finding him with Cerebro. But then Apocalypse happened and.." Peter's thoughts trailed.

"And now?" Erik had to know.

"I don't know anymore. I wanted to find him even then, but I'm 28 now. When I was a kid, when we were kids we'd dream of being with him and finally feeling normal. Like we belonged. Marya tried. She really did - but she could only do so much to help us. Now, he- he's probably moved on. A different family, a new life. I don't want to disturb all that for some childish dream. I mean, what am I even gonna say when I meet him? When he demands proof? 'Hi I'm Peter, I'm your son, so remember my mom? She was your wife, you had a daughter then there was a fire then she died and then she left? Turns out she was pregnant and now there's me. Did I mention I have twin? She's dead too by the way'" a bitter chuckle rose from Peter.

How ironic then that Peter was saying that to his father. He knew that had Peter known he wouldn't have said so, so bluntly but that wouldn't make it hurt any less than the knife that was now twisting in his gut.

"Peter-"

"Pietro." The boy replied.

"It's my real name. We had to change our names to fit in. We already had silver and red hair. Only takes a weird name for us to be branded even more freakish than we already were."

Erik's mouth was as dry as cotton now, and tears were threatening to slip from his eyes.

"We should... probably head back man. I'm sorry for bothering you like this. I just-"

"Pet- Pietro. You didn't bother me. I came here. I- any man would be happy to know you're their son. If you want to talk again..."

Peter smiled. "Thanks, Erik."

Ps. Was definitely not proofread. I'm sorry.

#dadneto #x men apocalypse #x men fanfiction #erik lensherr #peter maximoff #wanda maximoff #peter and erik #ficlet

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who-am-i-no-one · 3 years

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Emma. (2020)

I watched this movie in late January. After multiple viewings and re-reading the book, I have a lot of thoughts about this adaptation.

It seems rather strange, given that Emma is part of my holy trinity of Austen novels, that I didn't watched the most recent adaptation earlier. I think it was mostly due to my initial impression that Anya Taylor-Joy's otherworldly looks didn't quite match what I had in mind for the titular character. I decided to give this version a try after watching Queen's Gambit. Not sure that Anya's looks will ever grow on me, but she did impress me as a young actress who seemed to have a maturity beyond her years.

Long story short: really wished I had seen this movie earlier! It is absurd and heartfelt at the same time, imo, the version that best imbues Austen's humor. It is now my favorite adaption, with the possible exception of Clueless, and I'm not quite sure how much of that is just nostalgia.

From the casting to the direction to the script to the costumes to the set to the soundtrack, I could tell the creative team really put a lot of love into this project. It's always a joy to watch something that's made with love and made well.

Direction

Autumn de Wilde's directing is quite good. I would never have thought this was her first feature. She certainly has a unique and colorful style, which is probably to be expected for such a famous photographer.

Funnily, while watching the movie I kept thinking it reminded me of early Hollywood romantic comedies like Bringing Up Baby (incidentally one of my favorites) or The Philadelphia Story, and then reading interviews and seeing that she had tried to bring in some of that style of humor made me feel rather validated. Also the servants' reactions were awesome!

Absolutely loved the fact that they decided to show that Knightley and Emma were in love with each other very early on in the story, with Knightley more aware of it. I've read some people complaining about the surprise of Emma's being in love being ruined. But come on, did anyone reading two chapters into the book think it wasn't going to be the two of them together in the end?

Loved how much of Knightley's point of view we got in this movie. This is one repressed pinning man. I can totally see this Knightley riding ventre a terre from London in the rain because he thought Emma was heartbroken.

The only gripe I had was the lack of Frank and Jane's subplot. As it seems they shot some scenes for that, I assume it was the director's discretion to take them out. I remember thinking while watching the movie that they must have expected the audience to be familiar with the story because some things just didn't really get explained or extrapolated on a lot. If you hadn't read the book it'd be 30 minutes or more into the movie before you put two and two together and figured out why Mr. Knightley is always at Hartfield.

Script

The script takes most of the dialogue directly from the book, which is awesome. I love Austen's writing because there is a certain musicality to it and retaining that in large part for the movie really made it better for me. The deftness with which Eleanor Catton moved dialogue from one scene in the book to a totally different one in the movie was quite brilliant. Everything flowed so well.

The scenes that differed from the book were also excellent - namely, I really loved the Jane/Knightley duet, the infamous nosebleed and first kiss scenes. 💖 I thought the screenwriter used those changes to quickly establish plot points and character arcs well.

Costume/Hair

Not a Recency expert so can't say much about the costumes and hair as far as period correctness but from reading other reviews it seemed like they were very true to the period. Obviously appreciated them taking the time to show the audience how men got dressed in that time (purely for research purposes obviously 😜).

Emma's dresses were all quite beautiful. I especially loved the black evening dress, the pink one with the roses and the proposal dress. Also loved the little pop of red shoes that went with the proposal dress. As someone who wore red shoes with her wedding gown I heartily approve.

Absolutely loved how Emma's curls unwound as her life unravels. Similarly think they must have done the same for Knightley to a lesser extent. His hair during the card playing scene at the Westons was quite terrible.

Set

I! Loved! Hartfield! It looked just like a doll house. Really most of the sets looked good enough to eat. So much pastel. Reminded me of French macarons.

I liked how everything in Donwell Abbey was shrouded in Holland covers. Makes a good point that Knightley barely lives there at all, that his home has been with the Woodhouses for quite a while now. Which, of course, makes his sacrifice at the end just a little bit less of a sacrifice?

Soundtrack

Isabella Waller-Bridge's music really meshed well with the tone of the entire film. The male and female opera singers, sometimes sounding as if they are bickering with each other and other times seeming to be in duet, was a brilliant touch. The folk music was a little jarring at first but really grew on me.

Johnny Flynn's end credits song "Queen Bee" is amazing. I love that we get Knightley's perspective at the end with a song written and sung by Knightley. It's a lovely coda to the movie. And now, if the next Austen hero doesn't write one for his SO I'm going to think him a very poor sort of lover.

Cast

Anya's Emma was really great. I'm glad they allowed Emma to be her bitchy self. Lol. I haven't watched the 1996 and 2009 versions in a while but I distinctly remember them making Emma too nice. I recall writing after watching the Garai version that Emma was actually mean and they should have let her be mean! If she's not a brat in the beginning, how will we see her change for the better later on? I love what a snob and how manipulative this Emma was and so assured of her place in her little society but still had the vulnerability of almost an imposter's syndrome which I feel most people can relate to.

Her chemistry with Johnny Flynn's Knightley was off the charts. Pretty much every scene they had together I half expected them to reenact the library scene from Atonement lol.

Mia Goth was a wonderful Harriet. She really captured Harriet's inexperience, naivete and diffidence. The orgasmic sounds she was making during the gypsies attack scene were awesome. Although, I could probably have forgone a few of Harriet's scenes for more Frank and Jane.

Not sure why they made Mia go brunette since the book specifically mentioned Harriet was fair? Perhaps having all three leads as blondes was just a bit too much. I'm also not sure if I liked Harriet's ending as I really don't think Emma, even in her most contrite mood, would invite further friendship from a tradesman's daughter and soon-to-be her husband's tenant farmer's wife. This seems a piece of modern day wishful thinking on the part of the creative team.

Bill Nighy was so good as Mr. Woodhouse. He made it so believable why everyone would do everything in their power to accommodate his whims. The gag with the screens was too funny. He was able to sketch out a lonely quirky old man who is afraid to lose those close to him in very limited screen time. Absolutely loved the scene where Emma was heaping blame on herself and he just sat with her in sympathetic silence.

Miranda Hart's Miss Bates was excellent as well. She has long been one of my favorite British comedic actresses but she can also do drama well. Her reaction to Emma's teasing on Box Hill and her forgiveness of Emma later brought me to tears.

Josh O'Connor's Mr. Elton was deliciously creepy. The carriage proposal scene was at once a little scary and hilarious. I actually liked the portrait scenes a little less because I found the acting there slightly affected and veering into 1995 Mr. Collins territory. But as Austen described Elton as having "a sort of parade in his speeches", this was much more forgivable. Really loved Mr. Elton's determination to eat cake during the Eltons' visit to Hartfield.

Tanya Reynolds was an excellent Mrs. Elton and in very little screen time was able to bring to life this meddlesome nouveau riche. Adored her little shimmy during the ball.

Amber Anderson's Jane really looked as if she were in a decline. Callum Turner did a good job as a slightly restless, mischievous and immature Frank Churchill. I did feel his looks were a bit too modern but that's just my personal view.

Given how many scenes they had I thought they used the time they had pretty well with furtive glances and sly smiles at each other to establish the relationship.

Connor Swindells was such a love sick puppy as Robert Martin. Did this role ever get cast in other adaptations? I don't seem to recall at all.

Special shoutout to Oliver Chris's John Knightley. Absolutely had me in stitches.

And last but never the least, Johnny Flynn's Mr. Knightley:

To preface, I will never not fall for Mr. Knightley in any version that I watch. And really, get yourself a good looking enough actor with good enough chemistry with Emma and good enough acting chops and you should have a fairly successful Knightley.

I judge all my Knightleys by the Box Hill scene. And up to that point in the movie, I really liked Johnny Flynn's Knightley. He was playful and sexy and jealous and slightly bitchy as well. The duet scene was lovely because I always appreciate a man who can play instruments and sing well. The sexiness and chemistry of the dance scene was off the charts. That's all well and good. And like I said before, given any well cast actor, I probably would have liked them in those scenes as well, just as I've liked Northam's and Miller's Knightleys.

But, the Box Hill scene absolutely blew me away. To make sure I was not just biased towards the last Knightley I saw on screen, I did go back and compare each version's Box Hill scene and I am, actually, even more blown away. Some of it is a credit to the directing and script, but a large part of it is Johnny Flynn's acting in that scene.

As far a script and directing, the set up to the fight scene was fantastic. Loved Anya's expression changes after she makes the joke. Loved Miranda Hart's Miss Bates as she realizes what Emma meant. The silence that followed. Knightley's shocked face and how sympathetic he was to Miss Bates. Can probably write a whole thing just about this scene alone.

I loved the fact that Knightley had an internal struggle as to whether or not to approach Emma and reproach her for her behavior. I know the book has him tell Emma about his struggle but that just doesn't work as well for me on screen.

During the scene you can just tell how frustrated and disappointed in her he is even though he tries to keep his voice low. But the way he reprimands her does not at all feel lecture-y and I feel like part of it is because it seems like he starts to lose control a little bit as well. His voice starts to crescendo as she stubbornly refuses to admit she was in the wrong and culminates in "badly done, indeed!" with actual fingerpointing. Yikes.

Then he losses steam and looked regretful, almost devastatingly so, at his own outburst and perhaps felt that he was losing her by giving this speech and looked as if he would have said something more - an apology or some words of comfort to soften the blow? - but didn't.

This remorse and the struggle at the beginning really bookended the scene for me.

Absolutely loved his Knightley, and, really, him as an actor after that.

The proposal scene as well was very good. His delivery was just really good. The way he said "If I loved you less then I might be able to talk about it more." with some regret and then closing his eyes as if he can't believe what he just said. Soooo good. Also, he cries very pretty, lol.

The delivery of the three "yes" during the kiss scene as Emma asked for confirmation that he really was ok with giving up his house to come live with them was also brilliant. It just kept getting softer and softer but he never breaks eye contact. Absolute chef's kiss. His closed eyed little smile of content after Emma kisses him just made me melt into a puddle.

Yup, overall I'd say I rather liked his interpretation of Mr. George Knightley. 😜

I did wish they hadn't giving him such sideburns but after watching some Emma interviews I can totally understand. If he didn't have the sideburns there'd be more complaints about how young this Knightley was. He's got such a baby face.

...I seemed to have written an entire essay on this movie...yeah, I just have a lot of feelings and thoughts about this version...

#Emma #emma 2020 #jane austen #movie review #austen adaptations

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