#i wouldnt be able to give it the attention i want. so im for sure going to come back to this in november
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Strahdtober 1-3: Barovia, Ismark, Ireena
#strahdtober2023#curse of strahd#ireena kolyana#ismark kolyanovich#the moment i saw these three were the first prompts i knew i wanted to do this sort of triptych but also that with my comic deadline loomin#i wouldnt be able to give it the attention i want. so im for sure going to come back to this in november#but these three are all the prompts i have time for for now#i might do the player character one bc i do like ghost and have had a piece in my mind for them. so maybe ill sketch it out that day#also. i hauve covid again
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I just love drawing families of fictional characters, its interesting to think of how each sibling would look. I try to make them different from one another but at the same time maintain familial similarities.
Jinzha resembles their mom, Muzha their dad, and Nezha's a good mix of both.
Also get ready with some sibling dynamic rant, mostly relation HCs by me.
Enough with the parent child dynamic
I want sibling dynamic. Where these three come to terms on what happened between them. Specifically Muzha and Nezha's interaction is the one I want to see.
Tbh those two's fates in the myth reminded me of Hyakkimaru and Tahomaru in Dororo.
Like Nezha and Muzha had so much potential to gain solidarity with each other. Because Jinzha could never relate to them as the ignored or unwanted child. Muzha has that middle child stuggle fr.
Muzha is the one so eager to gain their fathers favor trying to meet Jinzha's level . Nezha wants nothing from his father so he makes himself worse.
Muzha's frustration with Nezha is that Nezha is rebellious, disrespectful of their dad
While Nezha's frustration to Muzha is that Muzha is so blinded and always struggling to achieve something so futile. Deep down he hates how Muzha is suffering this way but he wouldnt speak of it. This is why they always at odds.
They should make a movie focusin the Li brothers fr
Other than overusing the actual myths.
Fuck the ending from the original myth, they didnt even consider how the children felt from all the abuse. Not even mention of Muzha's death.
Enough Ao Bing, what about Muzha???
And the moral lesson is just about "respecting elders"?? The story still had so much to wrap up. How can you call this a family if there is some sort of hierarchal system. A family requires empathy to maintain that connection.
Tbh its kinda realistic
Families and siblings can still inflict trauma from each other .And a story based on reconcilation is a good way for this to be about family counselling.
I wanna see the "what ifs". It could be each brothers own story of self healing from the trauma caused on each other.
Maybe Im getting my hopes up too much, but it could be a development for them to forgive, start anew and an opportunity to connect and catch up on what they missed on each other.
Edit:
As for Jinzha he also has his own struggles as the eldest. Keeping up the station as the golden favored and perfect son. But its Asian family dynamics, which means hes in a lot of pressure. But he is mentally and emotionally strong. The brothers always busy on his studies ,future responsibilities and training to be able to spend time together. Their timetables seemed to be planned out to always not meet. Jinzha especially had less freetime. And if he ever came across any of his brothers, it was only one of them never both.
He doesnt mind being a buffer for the other two feuding but it does stress him out that it will never change. But he'll make sure to give time and attention to both of them as much as he can.
Other than keeping up his fathers expectations he also doesnt want to fail as a big brother to them🥺😭
Muzha and Nezha can see his efforts so they do not dare hold anything against him. Muzha still keeps his competitive attitude when Jinzha's around but accepts any offered kindness from Jinzha. While Nezha enjoys his company when he gets the chance.
Also because I tend to hold on to this little bit of bonding😭🥺🥺Jinzha trying to be the best big bro
Thinking of the contrast in the future where Jinzha was tasked to torture Nezha destroyed me😭😭😭What did Jinzha even feel while he had to do it??
Also here some Nezha with his hair down again
#li nezha#li muzha#li jinzha#nezha#nezha fanart#nezha lmk#character hc#sibling dynamics#li brothers#investiture of the gods
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pls more bf!sapnap
since its thundering louder than a motherfuck (and it woke me up at 2:30 am... its 3:40 now... i finished writing) I'll give you more bf!sapnap literally only this person asked for it [ilysm for that btw] lol.
Also, if you want (cause you didnt really give me parameters for this 😭), i can make a streamer!gf version because that is how obsessed i am with this man.... enjoy! or dont.... :)
bf!sapnap that would love to flirt with you as if you two arent together and completely in love
"okay, if i win this next round of valorant, i get to go on a date with you."
"well, i dont know if my boyfriend would be alright with that..."
"im sure he wouldnt mind, peaches."
bf!sapnap that can rub it in george and dream's face that he got a attractive significant other before either of them.
bf!sapnap that loves when you bicker with george or dream because it feels like you've really been accepted by his friends 🥺
bf!sapnap that holds your thigh whenever (but usually while streaming or recording with you) because he just wants comfort in you being there sometimes. and 10 out of 10 times, hes absent-mindedly kneading at the skin under his hand
bf!sapnap who notably starts to dial down his "gross" jokes in videos becayse youre in the room and he doesnt want you to think hes gross or weird. but he eventually gets called out for it.
"wait, sapnap, are you alone right now?"
"....no... why, dream?"
"omg he's been quiet this whole time cause hes trying to look better for his-"
"SHUT UP NO IM NOT-"
bf!sapnap who loves it when you just call him nick. and tbh sometimes cringes if you call him sapnap.
bf!sapnap the gets that bright goofy smile when he sees you for the first time in a while.
i.e. when he came back from his trip to Antarctica lol, when he came back from england, or even when its been a long week and he hadnt been able to see you in days.
bf!sapanp that gets so flustered but loves the attention when you two are cuddling, facing eachother and youre just admiring his pretty (green?) eyes and subconsciously running your fingers over his stubble gently.
also if you could give me feedback or even send in more asks, i would greatly appreciate it 🥺 it keeps me motivated to write more often :) -Nony
#sapnap#sapnap fluff#sapnap x you#sapnap x reader#dteam#cc!sapnap#help lol#im so tired#but i still love him#so its fine
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thinking about FCO Rosquez at their first PR-forced public dinner (like a week or two after the announcement, Wednesday or Thursday night) and how their conversation is supposed to go when Marc was dying to talk to Valentino all winter (still has a string of unanswered texts in his phone) but now he’s closed off and Valentino wants to make this work but can’t have them fight in public or be silent for an entire hour, do we think they find a middle ground or Vale just talk about random things on his own or they somehow ignore everything and are able to tell each other about their winter or subjects that have nothing to do with MotoGP or—
court mandated date night nooooo poor marc :(
this is so nuts to think about... like even outside the insane emotional reality of getting outed and the violence of public scrutiny and like. marc having (once again !) his ability to control his own narrative ripped away from him by his association with valentino— which is his LEAST favorite thing (i do think he blames himself for the photos though... like maybe if i wasnt such a whore we wouldnt be in this mess :((( which. marc buddy naur.) on TOP of that he is having a romantic candellit dinner with his ex situationship that he is still in love with. one million points lightning damage. so everyone is extremely strung out at this shitty little date night table (michelin restaurant lbr) and marc has justtttt gone dark on his whatsapp thread with valentino. maybe he is trying to maybe exert some control over his life here in small ways... put up SOME walls in clumsy self protective fashion...
but VALE is like okay. so if this thing between us is public he doesnt want it or want me. interesting. okay im cool im fine im good np who cares i hate him anyway (girl.) and he's also um. kind of reeling from the abrupt reversal of the status quo here tbh. marc has never played hard to get ever ever not once in his entire life. no self preservation on that man 5ever. he's literally always been there giving vale flattering attention and being in love with him !!! so vale is kind of off-balance here being met with some version of the marc marquez freezeout, not sure how to react but missing marc's attention. and he chooses to compensate as he does with most roadblocks in his life: full charm offensive. (he also, in some selfless and tender corner in the back of his mind that he is trying to ignore, just really and truly knows marc is FREAKED and misses seeing him laugh. he wants the evil jajajas.... he will do anything for the evil jajajas....) so he is trying. SO hard to get him to crack a smile. lowkey causing a scene in the restaurant by being such a clown... but marc isnt really biting. is still responding, like they ARE having a conversation, but its nothing like it used to be. clearly he is just being polite. smiles twice ALL night—all wan and pale and beautiful and so clearly exhausted—and vale's mouth gets all dry and his ribcage feels like its going to implode. and of course in response to this he is like wow. my heartburn is going crazy. damn. [chugging wine].
like looking to real life, as awkward as rosquez have been in their years of estrangement, they have always had to share space. for 6 years in that paddock ! that's a lot of years of small talk ! they can have and will do it if necessary... so as the night drags i think marc talks about riding and the season to fill in the gaps... goes home and gives himself a list of regimented rules to stick to when interacting with valentino (i see him texting exclusively the PR thread more as his classically unpracticed self protection style than like. a deliberate fuck you to that end. i cant drunk booty call vale if karen from PR is also there type stuff). that being said, eventually i do think he makes elaborate excuses to BEND these rules bc he still wants valentino's attention. and also his tongue in his mouth. hes like okay! i am only kissing valentino in front of tv cameras if we both podium! and then they DONT share a podium and hes like. okay! it would be WEIRD if i didnt kiss vale after i podiumed even if he didnt! because thats what i would do if we were actually together! [starts jogging across the paddock like a dick-seeking missile.]
#[SEND IN THE CLOWNS DOT EM PEE THREE]#i also think both of them fundamentally oppose awkward silences. they are YAPPERSSS#motogp#callie speaks#asks#rosquez#forced coming out au
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Being Sick |Beta Squad|
yeah im sick, v sad but #not3ambutsickthoughts
nice and short
「 ✦ Chunkz✦ 」
Would pull out any and every trick his mom did in his youth when he was sick. He’d tell you all about Somalian herbs, plants and how they’re good for you. For example Pelargonium and the boost it gives to your immune system. I don’t really see Chunkz as the “I’ll get off work just to take care of you” typa guy, like don’t get me wrong he’d be worried as hell but he’s too much of a busy man to drop everything, and you’d respect that because as soon as he got home all of his attention would be on you and you only, baby. Besides he believes that the best cure is a good rest (I feel like I know that for a fact)
「 ✦AJ ✦ 」
Now AJ thinks the best cure is laughter. He knows how boring it could be, staying at home for a week and lying in bed all day, so he’d try and make your days less miserable. He wouldn’t change too much, he’d still violate you and bully you, saying stuff like “you’re the only one who got sick, loser” but at the same time he’d be bringing you your medicine, food and whatever else you needed. He’d definitely feel bad at first, but as soon as you start getting better he will not hesitate to annoy you again. Honestly AJ would be around you so much that your body would fight off the disease faster just so you could get out of the house. Lovingly tho cause AJ is the best <3
「 ✦Kenny ✦ 」
Gosh where do I start? The fuss this guy would make!! First when he finds out that you’re sick he’d lecture you like a mom. “Didn’t I tell you to dress warmer?” , “Why’d you have ice cold drinks if you already had a sore throat?” , “Why didn’t you tell me straight away that you were sick?” He’d walk up and down the room waving his hands around while you sat there with a guilty look on your face. But you know he’s mad only because he cares that much for you, and it’s not long before he apologizes for acting pissed and starts running around you, bringing every type of medicine he could think of. He’d order your favorite take out, get you a warm beverage and turn on a movie for the two of you to enjoy before you dozed off to sleep on his shoulder.
「 ✦Niko ✦ 」
Yeah he’d drop everything he’s doing for you and make sure you are well before continuing on with his life. First thing he’d do is call in a nurse, and after that buy everything the nurse suggests. He might even go a little over the top with the buying. Medicine aside, he’d make sure youre happy and aware that he’s ready to do anything you need. Like cmon Niko is the most SELFLESS man on this planet, he’d actually be ready to do anything!! He’d sleep next to you, just in case you woke up at night feeling unwell, but he wouldnt sleep too close since he wouldn’t want to get sick as well, which would result in him not being able to help you get well as much as he would want to.
「 ✦ Sharky ✦ 」
Girl he’d do the opposite of Niko and literally have you in his embrace every second (unless you feeling like you need some alone time) He’d make chicken soup and as shitty as it might actually taste, you’d still eat it because he made it with aaallll his love. When you’re napping, he’d be beside you editing his videos (in headphones of course) or he’d be replying to emails and whatever else work related. Would he care that your sick? NO! KISSES EVERY DAY AND NIGHT!
“Sharks you’re gonna get sick!” You giggle and try push him away from you. “Nahh.” He’d shake his head before sprinkling your face with kisses. With all his love and support, you’ll be getting well in no time.
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imagine. prompts 18, 26. yoshi. the kind deteriorates 😵💫
PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS
pairing: irritated!boyfriend!yoshi x gn reader
warnings: he's irritated, it's hot, suggestive, also lowkey short, im sorry
"interrupt me one more time, i dare you" he gritted out, trying to focus on his book. with schedules and things, he hadn't been able to read it, and he'd wanted to so bad. it was the newest psychological thriller by his favorite japanese author.
but your thought process was, he hadnt had time for you either. and no offense to the book, but you thought you deserved more attention and love on the one day off he had with you. just saying.
"fine, then. i'll just go spend time with junkyu." you comment offhandedly.
"that's fine. have fun." he shrugged. if your plan was to get him jealous by spending time with his friend, it wouldnt work, junkyu would never go out of the house when he could sleep instead.
"-really? that's great!" he heard you exclaim from your shared room where you were on the phone- with who he assumed- was junkyu.
"yeah! i'd love to go there. I've always wanted to go to La Terra Mia!" you cried, naming the resturant. yoshi's eyes snapped upward in disbelief. you'd planned to go there with him once it opened but hadn't gotten around to it yet. were you really going to go with junkyu? junkyu was fine, but this was practically a date!
"Fuck you." he mumbled as you came into the room, freshened up and ready to go.
"hey, junkyu, im sorry, give me a sec. i thought yoshi just said 'fuck you', but i'm sure i misheard him. right, yoshi?" you covered the phone.
"wanna repeat that?" you asked in a sticky sweet voice.
"you heard me." he looked at you and glared.
"well. i wanted to be sure, cause the only thing you've been fucking lately, is fucking things up. seemed a bit out of character." you flashed a smile and uncovered the phone.
"yeah, i'm good. i'll meet you in a- HEY!" you cried as yoshi leaped up and through the phone across the room, and pinning you against the learest wall.
grabbing your wrists in his hands, he pressed his face close to yours. "if you'd let me finish my book, i was planning on taking you to the carnival tonight." he sighed and pressed his forehead against yours. "i did a shit thing of ignoring you. i'm sorry. don't go out with junkyu."
you smiled slightly. "i wasnt going out with junkyu." you nod towards the phone, or rather, the phone case.
"really?" he whispered, a playful smile. "you're a good actor."
"thought you would know after all the roleplay," you whisper back, and thats when his lips meet yours.
needless to say, the rest of the day leading up to the carnival was filled with nothing sweet or innocent. after all, there's nothing sweet about the way his body was grinding into yours, and the slight moans and groans that left your mouths.
#yoshi smut#yoshi imagine#yoshinori imagines#treasure yoshinori#yoshinori x reader#treasure fic#treasure imagines#treasure smut#treasure
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Considering LawBepo, who do you think made the actual first move that lead to the having their first time? I really have a hard time figuring out since Bepo is rather shy and insecure but I don't think Law would be pushy about it. I see him more at the type of guy who will patiently wait.
I KNOW RIGHT they are troublesome. okay imma ramble
i hope it makes sense i dont proofread my word vomit
neither is overtly sexual but they are so openly physically affectionate as friends - which is initiated equally by both - i almost said that bepo is the one that initiates it most of the time but its not true - law leaning on bepo has to happen with bepo already seating/lying somewhere and law coming around and being like yep this is my place excuse me /uses him as a cushion/ (i cant picture bepo being like /pats his own lap/ sit down captain :) - thats too forward!!!/
all this really helps in answering this question because we can imagine they habitually keep close to each other (i like the headcanon i saw that bepo as a kid had to tone down his mink-typical garchu-affection that he was too clingy when law first found him - i cant imagine baby law being too welcoming of it - he is a tiny brat full of hurt and he doesnt know bepo that well yet - that took some getting used to for sure.
But i dont think it took that long because as they literally met by law protecting bepo that pretty much established what their roles are for each other - law cant protect bepo by pushing him away now can he? - i picture law getting more used to bepo as a person, hugs included - he would grow to appreciate them even more in time.
NOW TO THE POINT IM SO SORRY I TAKE AGES
Them being all over each other being Just How They ARE (accepted by both each other and the crew) is so great and in my head as we see them in the story they already have an established couple relationship, basically married for years so their first time ideally happened when they were teens. I think law wasnt a virgin by that point, scary as he is he mustve let sm1 jump him even just to satisfy his curiosity - and he Was a horny teen so kudos, bepo was because he:
1) just assumed he needs to find a female bear and there werent any minks in their travels so he just settled to never fucking and accepted it (not that i dont think he wouldnt be able to find sm1, he would, he is a handsome charming boy, i think it was his choice/assumption of what he SHOULD do, he didnt consider humans)
2) he has law in his life! his head is full of law and his other friends who give him all the attention he needs. for the physical part of it he can get by its fine its not a pressing issue
anyway there is always a precedent right, a random boner or a boys talk - something that puts a thought in their head - and its a realization that Yes this is my most important person, and this is not such a bad idea....but it has to be law, i agree that he is the type to test the waters and wait, and for bepo he would wait forever - but he also has to help bepo with this and be the one to take the fall and brave the embarassment and possible rejection. They both had to marinate on whether or not that line should be crossed - for a long time - it is always thinking about the other - if you are willing, it doesnt guarantee the other person is.
Law had to go through some hell having to come up with how to approach bepo and be as clear as he can be (because it cant be just their usual! - which is a lot - they are such special deeply friends and family to each other) but do it in a way that wouldnt push bepo to accept him, law who is aware of bepo's loyalty and willingness to do anything for him. It has to be bepo's (oh god) genuine desire to have law be a lover to him as well.
BUT THING IS - his question is met with bepo's insecurity and thats easy. thats a familiar ground. Bepo is not insecure as a person but he is insecure when it comes to law (especially when he was younger) because he wants to be the best for law. So of course he would want to be more than friends with law..but is he good enough? what about law's reputation if the crew finds out? bepo doesnt want to cause trouble for him!
law: holy shit thats the least of my problems i love you
getting to the point part 2 ramble tendency
why i love them having their first as teens is that because they mustve been dumb and cute and awkward and too excited and bepo wanted to run away multiple times cuz its TOO MUCH that he gets to be with law in this capacity and aaaaaaa
but its good because they care abt each other so much and are willing to tolerate awkwardness and fight their own self consciousness for the sake of THIS thing that they have between each other. the thing that they had for years and this layer of physicality being simply a pretty logical continuation of it
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God you really have me analyzing your replies with the muse games and to general anon questions 😭 See, I feel like I thought it was obvious that Beomgyu likes her. I was sure with it from Chapter 1 and it felt like you were throwing in little hints. Idk, the fact that he wants to return the favor so badly alone is enough to convince me, most men would take it as a miracle to have a girl who gives out good handjobs without wanting anything more 😂 I mean, he either really cares for her that he gets so hurt not being able to make her feel good too (though that wouldnt explain the jealousy) or he loves her and he feels rejected 🤔
But then with every reply you stomp on my certainty and now Im filled with so much doubt I don’t know whats true and whats not youre really playing with my head and heart here 😭 But ive read a lot of your responses to questions and I feel like you drop big hints. The way you said “whyd you pull out a line straight from the next chapters” when someone said getting under someone to get over someone never works out…hmmm 🫢 Either she cheats or she breaks up with Yeonjun.
I dont think gyus going to turn out to be a sleazy guy who knows she likes him and just likes the attention which is why hes acting out, it just doesnt align with what I’ve read at all imo. Theres a certain breed of gyu characters i think might pull something like that but NOT my jj gyu 😭!!! I really think he likes oc and im willing to bet 50 on it. I just dont think its going to be a happy ending with a glittery cute pink bow to tie it up all together 🥲
Im curious mort, has there been anyone so far who sort of guessed the jj ending and the characters motives?
Yeah it could be that he likes her and really wanted to give her pleasure too or could be that he's horny and wanted to eat pussy 😂 also could be that she is making him feel like he's just a dildo for her to use. She tell him what to do, what he can't touch etc while giving herself free reign to do whatever she wants with him.
I mean i too wish he likes her because unrequited love hurts even if I'm the one writing it 😭 and secretly in love gyu who was pining for you all along is just delicious. But we'll have to wait and see if he really likes her and if they'll end up together or not.
Yes one person actually guessed exactly what's happening 😂 can’t remember if they guessed the ending too or not. They may have guessed the over all who she ends up with but no one guessed how it happens (though that's a very specific scenario and hard to predict so I don't expect anyone to guess it lol)
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ik most idols not going to date non fans but for those that have their fs as an idol it must be awkward to have ppl doing readings on them? like im thinking if bts members know about it and their fs isnt it just supposed to then happen at some time in their lives? like ppl who were panicking that it isnt themselves well ofc it wasnt going to be...
can you do a reading on how would bts fs first felt when they knew they were an idols fs / what they think of armies overall and if they pay any attention to bts music cause i feel like if they arent fan of their music then what would they want to be with the members for?
you would have to like them for their music or at least somewhat be a lowkey fan otherwise it would also be awkward than anything else cause a lot of armies would probs want to be with the idols for other aspects like the attention theyd get (both good and bad) money is another reason someone would want to be with bts but not for the genuine relationship and i think the stans that fangirl about it being themselves well they arent going to have genuine relationship otherwise bc a lot of stans might cross the line
honestly id be so curious though for when bts do go publicly in relationships (IF they ever do) cause if ppl are already freaking out about jks fs and now yoongis its surely going to be a dissapointment to many? so i dont blame bts for never speaking about their personal lives outside of the group itself cause they know how quick armies are to overreact to such news of them dating, in fact wouldnt be surprised if a member or two got married without telling fans and one day theyd be like hey btw they just got married not that long ago
and as much as i love kpop music and overall groups i dont think i could cope with it without feeling not trapped but kind of caged in by not being able to be open about it but also their fan bases, like im sure some idols like their western fan base more so bc theres different behaviours they display compared to knetz yet when they are grouped into one huge online "community" i think thats when things get out of control like it did for jks fs
idk these are just my 2 cents on the whole fs thing, sure some people would be idols fs but how can they truly know without being delulu? cause some idols are going to be like eww they wouldnt date a fan due to their fan base or they would maybe date within the safetynet of the industry and just not bother looking elsewhere, foreign idols most likely probs want to date other foriegn idols so the margin is kind of slim or somewhat limited in that respect as to who actually would have chance to date idol
Hi anon!
What you say is interesting and right. However I don’t read of the FS because some can be aware of me reading them which I do not want them to know.
What I know from my pov is that people connected to celebs (me for instance) we have HUGE mental breakdowns because of it, we doubt it everyday, find reasons and ways to say « well no, it was all in my head I’m fine » whereas the proofs are in front of us lol. So for the FS it must be WORSE than what we go through.
The delulus thought are not connected and misjudge their wishes as a connection. They have nothing because if you asked them some proofs where there is a connection they won’t give you anything. Saying « yesterday I thought of eating an apple and Felix ate 3 in this live » or « I wished to see Jay’s abs and he showed it » it doesn’t work like that. That is not a connection let alone a real sign.
I can’t talk for the FS because I am not them but they must have felt like a delulu too. They must have felt like they are/were obsessed over their future husband and if they have a good mental state then they may or may not have suffered from this. That’s not easy to know that you’re a celeb spouse with all the pros and cons.
If one of the FS is really lurking there on Tumblr trying to make sense out of their situation they may know deep down the truth but still reject it as they stay silent 🤷🏽♀️ if one had interacted with readers then they may like the readings and/or are curious about what is said. I can’t tell 🙃
But for those that are aware let’s greet them and show them how we respect and value them for who they are and not because they are someone’s spouse, have a curvy body, are known, rich, independant and stuff! They deserve love just lile they will give love to their partner ☺️
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ayo…………
david kostyk smut?
i feel like he wouldnt call it sex? like more “making love” thats the vibe i get from him. something very fluffy?
okay im leaving now bye 🧡
a break from everything
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Pairing: David Kostyk x f! Reader
A/N: Ayo... I might just write that... Straight smut is always a special experience to me, so bear with me, I tried my best lmao. David is definitely a softie, when it comes to these things, yk... Also, husband!David, because I say so, and that man deserves some stability in his life. I hope you like this, because I wrote the majority of that in public khsakakgdkg
Summary: The reader has been working for the whole day, causing David to worry about her wellbeing. To help her relax, he suggests that the two of them might take a little break. *wink wink*
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, slight dom! sub! roles, but not too heavy
A warm breeze of Ravkan air blew in through an open window in the small office you kept. The air was humid and sticky, but you were still focused on your work. You hummed softly while your pen steadily scratched over the paper you had lying in front of you. Translating official documents was never fun - especially since it actually wasn’t your job - but if Nikolai said that he needed them as soon as possible, you had to finish them as soon as possible. Even though you felt yourself get stiffer with every minute passing, you were not ready to wrap it up for the night, feeling as if you didn’t even do half of the work you should’ve done.
However, your attention got diverted by slow footsteps echoing from the room next to you - your bedroom. They were heavy, but also a bit cautious, as they approached the door to the room you were currently in. Two firm knocks sounded, before the door creaked open, revealing a frowning David. He cleared his throat as he stepped in, walking towards your desk whilst shaking his head in worry. You immediately knew what he wanted.
“Y/N, love, you should not be working right now. Look at how tense you are.” he cooed, giving you a loving peck on the cheek.
“Darling, as much as I would love to stop working on these absolutely useless documents, Nikolai needs them urgently.” you retorted, turning around in your chair to face him fully.
“I’m aware of that. But he also needs them translated correctly, and no offence, I doubt that you’re able to do that currently.” he grinned, pointing out a simple grammar mistake on the paper in front of you.
You groaned, turning back to your paper and throwing your head back in dissatisfaction. David was right, of course, but you still didn’t want to give in, no matter how strained you were getting. You weren’t tired, just not in the right headspace to finish your tasks.
It didn’t help that you could feel the heat emitting from David’s hands, which were steadily firmly working on massaging your shoulders, while your back was pressed against his stomach.
“David,” you exhaled sharply, leaning in into his touch even more, “Thank you for your visible…concern, but please just let me-”
A sudden series of kisses trailing up your neck caught you off guard, causing you to let out a subtle gasp. You whined when his body wasn’t flushed to yours anymore, but now, he was at your side, giving you faint pecks wherever he could reach.
“Sweetheart, the bed feels terribly empty without you.” he whispered into your ear, his voice sickly sweet, since he knew exactly how to get all your engines to override, “At least take a tiny break for me. I’m sure I can help you find a way to relax.”
David wasn’t the person to be the dominant one in your relationship. He actually was rather soft and liked you to be in control, steering him in the direction you wanted. But he also was a quite attentive lover, knowing when it was time to take the lead and when you needed to be taken care of as well. It was a habit he had followed through from your wedding night up until now.
His hands found yours, pulling you from the uncomfortable seat into your shared bedroom. He situated himself on the edge of the bed, and you followed quickly to sit on his lap facing him, your legs straddling his sides. You felt his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to his chest, while he pressed passionate kisses against your lips. It was almost embarrassing how fast a moan escaped your lips, but David only smiled into the kiss. Once you felt his erection press against your inner thigh, all the apprehension you might’ve had before was gone immediately.
Another sequence of feather-light kisses wandered over your collarbone and neck, occasionally stopping to suck on your skin, leaving light red marks in their wake. Your arousal was getting more obvious too, as you were starting to shift uncomfortably in his lap, hoping for him to finally do something.
“Want me to help you get rid of that tension?” he asked, waiting for you to give him consent to go any further.
You nodded hastily, not able to form a precise answer, whilst the man underneath you was undoing you second by second.
Still holding on to your waist, he switched positions, pressing your back against the back, with him now towering over you. Carefully, as if you were one of his metal works in the shop, he unbuttoned your baggy blouse, your pants following soon thereafter. Before removing your underwear, he removed his own clothes, cautiously throwing them off the bed.
No matter how many times you saw him in this position, you would never get tired of that view. His slightly outgrown black hair was dishevelled, whether it was from the previous hours he had spent working or his futile attempts at sleeping on his own. You made a mental note, to force him to shave when you saw a bit of stubble spurting from his chin.
He opened your bra, removing it before kissing down to your navel slowly. Every movement and every touch felt like it sent a new electric shock through you, making you squirm underneath him.
Finally, he decided to give in, pulling your panties down and situating himself above you. As much as you loved him, his tenderness could sometimes feel excruciating, every second dragging on into infinity, leaving you an aroused mess.
His length found its way into you, a slow pace gradually establishing as he began moving. He groaned, a string of barely audible praises leaving his mouth. You felt the prior tension dissolve, all the thoughts about work or duty leaving you immediately. The only thing on your mind was the man on top of you, who did his best to work on pleasing you. Your mind was going completely blank the longer he kept moving.
You felt his lips on yours again, playfully nipping on the pink skin of your lower lip or letting them travel all over your bust and head. You couldn’t kiss back immediately, the pleasure of his nude body flushed against and inside you hitting all the right spots.
Your legs clung around his waist, enabling him to hit even deeper inside of you, causing you to let out sharp exhales and shamefully loud moans. His pace accelerated, deep thrusts making your legs feel numb. A chaste kiss was placed on your cheek, before he buried his head in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent as if he had never smelled it before.
Sweat covered both your bodies, the humid air all around you managed to raise the hotness between the both of you drastically. You knew you wouldn’t manage to hold it any longer, the knot in your stomach threatened to burst. His dick twitched inside you, and you knew that he was close too. The pace he set grew rather irregular, hasty moans were breathed into your ear, as your nails dug a bit deeper into the skin of his back.
“I-I’m close.” he moaned, pressing another sloppy kiss against your shoulder.
“Come inside me, love.” you whispered, your voice barely even able to form a coherent sentence, as the oncoming orgasm announced itself.
You came first, the knot in your lower abdomen dissolving at once, causing you to shiver under him, his body still pressed against yours tightly. He followed soon after, releasing with a low groan and moving to kiss your lips again, to which you happily complied. You could feel your mixed juices drip down your legs, as he shifted inside you, to readjust himself.
“My beautiful, beautiful wife.” he whispered against your lips after disconnecting from them.
He moved off of you, making you whine as his heat left you. Quickly, he walked towards the bathroom, getting a wet cloth and cleaning up both of you neatly, as he always did.
Suddenly, the urge to continue working on your translations was gone completely. The only thing you wanted to do now was catching a good night’s sleep, laying in the arms of your husband. He chuckled upon entering the room, seeing you lying on your side, chaotically wrapped in your blanket.
“You don’t want to go back to work?” he laughed, laying down behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
“Not today, I figured I get distracted way too easily. I just needed a little break.”
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for the ask game: 2, 4, 5, 9, 17, 24, 29, 35
OOHHH THIS GONNA BE LONG under cut immediately
2. Least favorite main title?
i think this may upset some people but just of the games that i have finished (i havent played or finished every single fire emblem game… i know i know bad fan shut up) it’s prooobably fe7??? not because it’s bad. i do love that game. i just love it the least of every other game i played? i love all three of the lords a lot!! theyre just not my super favorites. i like the story fine, just not as much as other games. the gameplay is alright, but i dont think it’s anything to write home about. it’s a perfectly average fire emblem game all across the board i think. and that’s probably why i dont think about it too much? though, admittedly, ive only played through it fully once and that was like. five years ago? i could give it another run. i never did try hector hard mode, tbf… also huge shoutout to my lovelies sain and serra i love them so much…
4. What games do you wish to play next?
i dont know how often i mentioned it but i had a computer a while ago that just stopped working. like completely. the hardware is fine it just stopped functioning properly and ive taken it to literally every tech place and handed it to every computer junkie friend i have and nothing can fix it. and very unfortunately, it broke while i was in the middle of playing path of radiance. i dont really have anything else i can emulate it on right now, but if i could it’d be that. and of course, radiant dawn right after :)
5. What games would you reccomend to someone new?
toss up between 7, 8, and 13. they all have their strengths and weaknesses as entry points, but theyre all fairly simple in difficulty, and 7 and 13 were entry points for a lot of people who still love the game today, so theyre pretty easy to reccomend. 7 and 8 are easily accessible being able to emulate on like. most things?? even iphones with little hassle. 13 was also, up until very recently, very easy to grab off the eshop. i guess if someone asked me now compared to last year maybe i wouldnt say 13 for that reason? idk. 16* is also an option though, if only because it’s on the switch and while fairly different from the main fire emblem formula, it is VERY good at grabbing attention. im biased because i have used it to drag a friend into fire emblem hell so. i know it works. personally i’d probably go 7/13, 8, 16*, {the rest} but yeah. those four. move awakening down if hardware is an issue.
9. Least favorite character?
IN THE WHOLE SERIES??????? man… i dont know i dont really dislike a whole lot of characters? i guess the first one that comes to mind is gilbert three houses?? i understand why hes like that for sure and can sympathize but i dont know. everytime that hes on screen i just frustrated. the fact that he treats annette the way that he does bothers me a lot even if i understand why, but then theres also the added fact that he only becomes story relevant to replace dedue, who was a MUCH better and far less ANNOYING character to listen to all the time. like why would you replace one of my favorite students/retainers with this stupid little old man who i really have no reason to be attached to? you cant even recruit him during white clouds! not to mention, hes force deployed with the most garbage base stats (THAT YOU CANT CHANGE. BECAUSE. HE WASNT RECRUITABLE IN WHITE CLOUDS!!) in one of the hardest maps in the whole game in a position you CANNOT EDIT. like just GIVE ME DEDUE??????? you know, the CHARACTER I TRAINED??????? god… anyways so its probably him. this felt good actually i dislike him much more than i thought i did.
17. How did you get into Fire Emblem?
this is really embarrassing actually but when i was younger i was really into kid icarus uprising (i still am but like less so) and i reeeally loved pit like you see me with inigo now? that was pit for me back then. and i wanted more of him but nintendo was not giving me any kid icarus content, so what i looked up his voice actor instead, and i went through a lot of medias just to listen to him (did you know antony del rio did this live performance of maroon 5’s “This Love” that’s actually way better than the original? look it up) (no i dont like adam levine) but the one that stuck the most was this silly little game… you mightve heard of it its called Fire Emblem Fates. and i saw silas fire emblem and i was like WOAHHH. HES CUTE and did a ton of research on the series, having only vaguely known of it from smash bros. bought birthright, having learned it was the easier of the two paths, and then i just. entire life changed immediately and i didnt even know.
24. An FE title you wish would be remade?
all of them in order, which is what they already seem to be doing! so, ideally, fe4 next? of course my bias would LOVE an awakening remake but i dont think thats fair to skip all the other games. plus, i think there are other games that need a gameplay overhaul more. …like fe4.
29. Avatars: yay or nay?
i cant fucking stand the concept of avatars in fire emblem. i like all of them as characters. i think robin, corrin, byleth, and alear as characters (i havent played shadow dragon and new mystery sorry kris!) are fine. but i hate how theyre all implemented into all of their games, to the point where the words “byleth” and “alear” are never spoken in their mostly fully voiced games. its so fucking stupid. and then you have writing problems, like other playable characters not being able to have meaningful and lasting conflicts with the avatars because you have to be able to fuck them when the games over, or even during the game in robin and corrins case. and also the weird incest that has to happen if you want your avatar to have familial ties? god forbid people who just think camilla or ryoma are hot have to justify incest to themselves and read some the dumbest fucking s support bullshit just to have their little otome romance. and then the plot bending around them? robin i give a pass because i dont think awakening was annoyingly centered on them (the grima thing was close but for the most part the focus stays on chrom and i think thats a good thing) but as much as i love these games, fates, three houses, and engage all suffer from being a little TOO player pandering. making your character a god? really? especially when the avatar takes focus away from other potential story drivers (xander/takumi, 3h lords, engage royals) and like for what? i like all of the “avatars” as characters. but the way that theyre used and what little that usage does for any positive story impact is just frustrating!
35. What’s something you wish Intsys would just stop doing?
avatars.
#hi stedy :3 thanks for the hater questions that was actually really fun#i dont normally like being too pissy about things but god sometimes it is fun to just hate#asks#*editing bc i wrote 17 instead of 16 intitially i think three houses is the better starting point i just cant count
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CHAPTER 11: SHITTY REASONS WHY
wc: 8000 and change i think
warnings: stalking, drug use, violence, mental health issues
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"fucking 90% on your calc test, are you kidding me?" jongho said in impressed disbelief. he handed yasmine her test script with a smile, sitting next to her outside the botanical garden of the school.
yasmine covered her face as she felt it redden, her smile going embarrassedly broad. "when i asked you to get my script, i didnt mean look at it!" she whined.
"no, but its really good!" jongho insisted. "keep that up and these 4 years will go by so fast. you'll be out of the country before you know it."
yasmine stared at her test, smiling fondly. she was good at math and science and was really interested in anatomy. it fascinated her, the human body. she knew exactly what she wanted to go into, the program, the university. it was still early, but she knew deep down.
but the problem was her parents. her smile was quick to fade.
"whats wrong?" jongho asked her, concerned. "you went all quiet."
"its just," she sighed heavily, already feeling stupid. "i could call my family about this and they probably wouldnt care. or they'd forget about it in an instant."
yasmine didnt want to sound like the cliche rich girl that never got attention. especially to jongho, who also had parents who were in and out of the country.
she frowned and shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear as she laughed awkwardly. "its dumb, i know. im happy they let me model for them and stuff but i feel like they dont care about my other accomplishments, thats all."
"hey," jongho's gentle hands found her chin, stroking it softly. yasmine gulped as she stared at his handsome face that were giving her pitiful eyes. "im here. i care about your accomplishments."
yasmine sighed internally. that was the point. the reason. all right there.
there was something about venting to a man that just felt pointless. especially when he found you attractive. he'd somehow always make it about him. or make sure he looked good at the end of it. as if he was some solution to all your issues.
yasmine couldnt stand it. but she loved jongho as a person. so she never spoke her thoughts.
maybe it was his attention. she thought if she lost it, she would be worse off. after all, its not like she had her parents. they were in their own bubble more than half the time.
"thanks jongho," yasmine defeatedly muttered with a smile. standard procedure.
"i can tell you dont feel better, you know. you should come over later," he suggested. "we can have a few drinks and chill. watch a movie. i can make you forget for a while."
she'd be lying if she said she didnt want to forget. things were bad at home. constant arguing. yasmine was always getting told she was the only good thing in the house. the pressure to not fuck up was getting worse. when all she wanted to do was fuck up. she wanted to let loose. and be free.
she smiled again. "yeah yeah, i'll come over. will it just be us?"
jongho gave her an awkward smile. "do you want it to be just us?"
just as yasmine was about to answer, a message popped up on her screen, the notification tone blocking her words.
shit.
"crap," she hissed, standing up and dropping her bag from her lap, and all her things at once. "its yaera."
jongho groaned aloud. "ugh, what now?"
yasmine didnt miss the disdain in his voice. but she couldnt deal with his hatred for her now. her head was pounding just thinking of how bad the atmosphere would be when she got home.
"she skipped school and got drunk. shes at the police station, she got arrested," yasmine said with a heavy sigh. "they just called my parents."
"of fucking course," jongho said with a roll of his eyes. "im not even surprised. shes doing all this for attention you know."
"i dont think im going to be able to come over because of this," and just by those words jongho's anger rose to the surface.
"i fucking swear. she ALWAYS gets in the way of things," he snapped, making yasmine flinch. she knew he couldnt stand her but seriously?
"its not that serious, chill," she tried to say, but jongho just shook his head angrily.
"no but its true, isnt it? she keeps fucking up and then you have to clean up the mess. why doesnt she just run away or something since she wants to get kicked out so bad? shes just making everything worse at home!"
yasmine felt guilty. jongho wasnt wrong. everything argument these days revolved around yaera. her grades. her attitude. how she was in her own world. how she didnt have any goals. how she was stuck in her room and couldnt put in any effort. how lazy she was, how much space she took up. every single thing was a problem.
but yasmine wished she could help it. she tried before. fixing her sister. but all it did was made her latch onto her like a koala to a tree . then yasmine had to cut her branches. and now yaera was going off on her own, not telling her anything, acting out in ways worse than before.
"i dont get why shes doing this...i just," she felt exhausted just thinking about it. "something happened but she wont tell me. maybe i did something. maybe she got her heartbroken. shes been getting worse."
"theres nothing wrong with her," jongho scoffed. "shes just an attention whore. now that youre not attached to her hip shes acting out to make you feel guilty. dont fucking fall for it, yas."
he was so harsh. "the counsellor my parents got for her wants to send her to a therapist or psychologist or something. they think shes depressed or has something going on up there."
jongho bent his elbows on his knees and sighed, staring at his shoes. "i cant believe she fucked up you coming over. i wish she would just go away."
yasmine frowned and picked up her things, starting to pack them. jongho looked up at her broodingly. she was leaving.
"i have to get going," she said with an apologetic smile. "i'll talk to you later, yeah."
***
yaera
im pacing tirelessly in the dull sun, grey clouds hanging over and my stress levels up to my head. san is sitting on the grass with his backpack clutched infront of him, jongho's prized camera inside.
that asshole is so dead.
"whats taking this fucker so long?" i snap, my irritation erratic. i just want him to face me. to dare be so callous about what he did. it'll be funny, really. hearing his bs explanation.
"hes scared," san says, annoyingly calm. "he should be really. this looks really bad for him."
i stop in my tracks and stare at him dead straight. "arent you angry?"
he frowns in confusion. "angry about what?"
"about how he almost tried to frame you and pin it on you because you're poor. you're not angry about that?"
san shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "im not worried about me right now. his stunt was cheap, but im not surprised. he'll get whats going to him, is all im going to say. wooyoung and i still have to have a talk with him."
"good," i say coldly. "jongho deserves whats coming to him."
san's eyes trail behind me and he suddenly stands up. when i whirl around to check, jongho is creeping up on me slowly, looking like he has a stick pressed up his ass.
"where's my camera?" he asks, giving san an annoyed look. "do you have it?"
i force a laugh and step infront of jongho as he tries to approach san. "im sorry? you owe me a fucking explanation."
jongho groans and looks down at me with disdain. "i change my mind. i dont owe you anything."
"what?" san asks harshly. there's an edge in his voice that makes jongho cautiously step back.
"why should i explain myself to you people?" he asks defensively, like a cornered animal. "she was my best friend. its natural that i have pictures of her. she was everything to me."
this fucking guy.
"pictures where she doesnt even know you're there? thats natural?" san scoffs. im gritting my teeth as my hands start to warm and twitch.
jongho lets out a dry laugh and rolls his eyes arrogantly. "shut up and give me my camera back you pauper."
"is it natural to have pictures of me too?" i bring up harshly, making jongho pause and look at me.
its the worlds most awkward eye contact. he doesnt look ashamed. theres nothing behind his eyes.
"i was going through a phase. it was grief," he says emptily. "just give me my camera back and we can act like this never happened."
"you really think its going to be that easy?" i laugh humorlessly. hes so used to getting his way.
jongho sighs irritably like this is some inconvenience, like getting the wrong order at a restaurant. "what the hell do you want, yaera? i explained to you, didnt i? i said it was grief."
"you didnt explain shit!" i burst. "and bullshit! you call this grief? you stalked yasmine while she was still fucking alive. you stalked her before she went missing. whats to stop me from taking this to the police right now to fuck you over?"
"no–" jongho suddenly steps forward, grabbing my wrists and tightening his fists around them. i stare at him in disbelief. san gets in the middle quickly and shoves him hard, making him stumble back and fall onto the grass.
jongho looks up deranged, like an even bigger drug addict than yeosang. "you cant take that to police!" he screams. "you cant. i wont let you. its all i have left of her."
"how do we know you didnt harm her sister?" san snaps. "you're clearly a sick fuck."
"i would have never harmed yasmine!" jongho shouts furiously. "she was my best friend dont you ever utter bullshit like that again!"
"yet you stalked her?"
"i was at the party the night she went missing, you idiots!" jongho gets up, practically heaving with rage. his dark eyes dart to me. "dont you remember, yae? i was fucking cleared before anyone else. i called your parents to ask if yasmine ever made it home. what the fuck are you accusing me of here?"
"i just want to know why you stalked her while she was still alive and kicking!" i burst out in frustration. "why did you stalk me too? what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"because..." he groans and starts to grip his hair hopelessly. "i just wanted to feel like i still had her."
san and i turn to look at each other, neither of us having any idea of what that meant.
"she was slipping away from me," he admits pathetically. "she was seeing someone. she wouldnt even tell me who, but he was better. richer. older too. i just wanted to pretend like she was mine. so i followed her. i followed her when she met him. i took pictures of them together. and then the one time i didnt follow her...she went missing and..."
an empty ache settles in my chest and i dont even have the words to describe how i feel. i dont know how im supposed to feel.
"and yaera?" san presses on. "why did you stalk her?"
jongho lifts his head to look me dead in the eyes, a distant gaze of regret and resentment buried deep inside. "a failed experiment. i tried to gain some control over my life again. i wanted to pretend like she was still here. like she was still around. so i followed you and–"
he doesnt get to finish that because i drive my fist into his jaw, knocking him back a few steps. jongho holds his jaw as san grabs my wrist and pulls me away, turning my body away from jongho.
i quickly shove him off me, not even bothering to enjoy the contact. it feels like my head is going to explode from all the rage clogging up inside. i cant believe this.
"you're such a fucking loser, jongho," i say with a bitter laugh. "and so very pathetic. yasmine died so you stalked me and pretended i was her? as if you didnt compare us enough when she was still alive. you're a sick, pathetic fuck!"
"you're the one who wanted to know so badly," he mocks me. "do you want to know why i stopped? because i realized you would never be her. or come close."
i stare at him in disbelief. "it must suck doesnt it? to know that even in death she surpasses you."
i hate him. i hate that he weaponises her death to trigger me. i hate that he keeps trying to enforce a rivalry with someone i love, who i will literally never see again. i hate him so much.
"hey thats enough. are there more pictures?" san asks him coldly. "are these your only ones?"
he hesitates before shaking his head. san scoffs.
"so if we came to your house and checked, there wouldnt be any more pictures?"
"you're not coming to my house!" jongho huffs.
"except we are. or else everyones going to find out how mental you are," san threatens. "we know you have more pictures. youre going to give us all of them. and i'll.make sure they get wiped."
"why are you doing this?!" jongho screams hopelessly, looking at san. there are tears in his eyes. this fucker has the nerve to cry. "you wont gain anything from this, you know? you're just–"
"get therapy, jongho." i interrupt him, accepting his anger.
"arent you the one who tried to kill herself?"
"thats enough!" san yells above both of us, grabbing my hand and glaring at jongho. "we'll see you after school."
we leave him on the field to stress and wallow in his own hatred, his eyes never straying from us until we're out of reach.
***
San
the fact that my future could have been ruined at just the beginning of the school day fills me with a sudden hatred i didnt even know i had in me. i never paid attention to anyone at this school, never had any friends because the rich and entitled pricks that floated in the halls of mountain creek legitimately drove me insane.
its happening again.
its lunch and all i can think of is pounding that asshole jongho's face in. i know its not smart though, so i hold myself together. i'll wait till i have enough leverage over him, then, i'll put a crack into his skull.
i text wooyoung about it while im on my way to my eating spot. hes excited to beat the shit out of someone again, and i know im not supposed to encourage his violent tendencies, but this time i would. wooyoung can be a loose cannon, hes still in so much trouble for what he pulled with the black dragons. but that enthusiasm is exactly what i need tonight.
the kind that makes rich creeps like choi jongho pay.
as im picturing his stupid face getting pummeled, something slams into my shoulder. or rather, a LOT of somethings.
im knocked into the metal of the lockers, my backpack sliding off my shoulders and my phone crashing to the floor. i hear the screen cracking further, which drives me insane. what the fuck. i dont have time to get a new phone.
i look up at the culprits and feel my blood boil.
players from the soccer team. they're all watching me with disgusted faces, all sporting their black and gold jerseys. fucking jocks. i always hated them.
"watch where you're going, guttercrust!" one of them yells at me. great, another slur for poor people. these assholes always have a bunch on hand.
i dont say anything. i dont want trouble. i just want to get to eat before this break ends. i reach down to pick up my bag and phone, but both are snatched out of my grip before i can graze them. my phone is kicked across the hall, and my bag is lifted over one of the soccer players heads, sending all my books tumbling out and onto the floor.
"what the hell!" i snap, grabbing my now empty bag from the guy's hands. they all cackle together, sounding like a choir of farm animals.
"thats only a fucking fraction of what we'll do to you," one of them says. "we know you took those stuff from the boys lockerroom. jongho wouldnt lie."
"yeah, maybe you wouldnt need to steal if you went to a school that fits your tax bracket." another adds and they all burst out laughing again.
i can beat the shit out of them. every single one of them. maybe even kill them. maybe i should just use Miss A and ask her for a favour for myself for once. maybe then–
"hey hey hey, leave my boy lazarus alone whats going on here?" a voice interjects. i sigh and turn around, that horrid nickname coming from the one and only...
"yeosang-uh...we were just..."
yeosang wraps his arm around my shoulders and i look down at his short frame awkwardly. he smiles up at me, then at the soccer douchebags. what the hell is happening.
"you werent bullying my boy choi san were you, mingyu?" yeosang asks, his smile suddenly falling. "cause you know i dont like that shit."
"relax man," the guy named mingyu says, visibly tense now. "we were just playing around."
"really? not cool man. not cool," yeosang sighs. "if this is what you call playing around, dont bring this shit anywhere near my party, alright? you get me?"
mingyu nods awkwardly and beckons his flock of soccer assholes to follow him as they leave. but before he goes, yeosang whistles aggressively.
"hold on, boys! put my boy lazarus's belongings in the state you found them."
i cant believe my eyes. i dont know what sick social contract exists in this school, but yeosang actually manages to get the soccer players to reverse back and pick up my phone and scattered books. they hand everything back to me in a neat fashion, awkwardly nodding to me as they leave.
"theres no way you're that popular." i scoff to myself, pulling away from being yeosang's arm rest. i face him awkwardly. "thanks, i guess. but what do you want?"
he blinks at me, feigning offense. "what do you mean, lazarus? i did that out of the goodness of my heart!"
i force a knowing smile. "you want more rosies?"
"well now that you mention it im kind of unhappy with your customer service," yeosang suddenly glares. "you didnt check your messages again. i asked you to bring me two more bags."
why the fuck is he going through these bags so quickly? "yeosang how many times do i have to tell you–"
"i dont need you to tell me anything, lazarus. im the fucking customer and i lay your bills. you should be grateful i even put up with this, sunwoo never did this to me. he would bring me what i want whenever i wanted."
i cant believe what im hearing. this idiot doesnt care for anyone but himself, which i know shouldnt be surprising. hes addicted to drugs and hes a rich boy, but still.
"i gave you four bags not too long ago, just yesterday actually," i remind him bitterly.
he leans forward and shoves his pointed finger into my chest. "and im telling you. i want. more whenever i ask. when you come to my party tomorrow, i expect you to be my righthand fucking man. dont show up unless you have what i want, and if you behave you can even bring marino as your plus one."
he laughs at the end, that usual, arrogant laugh that comes with knowing you couldnt face the consequences of your actions even if they were right infront of you.
yeosang's mention of yaera reminded me of how he treated her and i cant help but remember what he did at yunhos club so many months ago. this guy is a piece of shit. im not any better, but ive definetely been too friendly.
he doesnt respect my boundaries no matter how much ive asserted. customer is always right? i think the fuck not.
"whoa, lazarus!" yeosang dramatically says. "why are you looking at me like you wanna kill my ass? did i say something wrong?"
"you remember yunho?" i question. my fist is tight beside me. one more provoking word out him and hes done for.
"yeah? friend of my old pal sunwoo? the club owner right? what about him?"
"hes missing," i say. yeosang frowns in confusion. as if he doesnt know what that has to do with him.
"damn i didnt realize i was supposed to care?" yeosang rubs the back of his head. "you guys are going through some shit, huh? havent heard from sunwoo in four months either. why you telling me this? i didnt know the guy."
"be careful, yeosang. behave at this party of yours."
i sling my backpack over my shoulders and walk away, leaving yeosang with his mouth hanging agape. "what the fuck, lazarus? did you just threaten me?" he yells after me. "i just helped you, asshole!"
when i get to the stairwell, yaera is already there waiting for me. god im tired. i just want to sit in silence and eat. i slump down on the floor and lean my head against the wall.
"what the hell happened to you?" she asks, looking me up and down.
imagine admitting to getting bullied. at eighteen years old. im almost nineteen for fucks sake. i dont answer her because i dont feel like it.
yaera sighs. "well then. i get it. this day isnt a complete fuck up tho. i got a buyer."
i hear money calling. she suddenly has my full attention. "for the rosies?"
"nope, not yet," she lifts her phone for me to see. my glasses arent on so i dont know what im looking at. "for the watch. i got paid a shipping fee and everything, some dude in india really wants it bad."
i nod, kind of impressed. "wow, that was quick."
"the transaction isnt complete yet, but the money will be in by this weekend. we can split the cash then."
"good job."
shes kind of efficient. i guess she has really done most of the things she told me she would do. now all i need are the results. im gonna start drawing up how much money has been coming in. i still have the black dragons cash wooyoung and i split.
i should give yaera her share.
"hey, before we go to yeosang's party tomorrow, come by my apartment," i tell her. "i have something for you."
she smirks. "are we finally getting to third base? we havent even been to first."
"what?" i cough on my own spit. my cheeks are flaming. "uh no. ugh. just...wait till you get there. but it isnt that."
"damn, you really love turning into a stuttering mess when im around, huh?" she teases. "must be my natural charm."
"charm?" i scoff, not really having a comeback for that. i go embarrassingly silent after as she waits for me to elaborate. fuck it.
"your phones ringing." she innocently points out after. i look down and see wooyoung calling me.
"woo?" i answer, sighing. wooyoung is a man who never listens.
"yeah yeah yeah!" he instantly screams into my ear, making me wince and pull the phone away. i put him on speaker and dial the volume very low so i can hear him on a normal level.
"i know you said not to call you at school but i dont really wanna hear from you either, alright?" he says, making me chuckle against my will. "Miss A got a job for us tonight. we gotta go to the night market in the old town. get some protection money outta them."
"can i come too?" yaera asks excitedly. i glare at her and shake my head before answering wooyoung.
"is that it?"
"yeah, then we take everything to changbin, he'll give everything to Miss A."
"can you do that for the both of us?" i ask him. "you got nothing going on right?"
"no way man! i already faced him by myself after what happened with yunho. he wanted proof we changed the license plate!" wooyoung says, sounding stressed. "and he's been keeping up with the news since the club. apparently the cops caught us on camera from a distant alley, but they cant recognize us."
my blood runs cold at wooyoungs words. that night was the riskiest thing to ever happen to us. everything was reckless from the beginning. the thought of my future disappearing freezes me up. it flashes before my eyes before i get a grip.
"okay, i'll go with you," i say with difficulty. "but you'll still pick me up from school right? you know what you promised."
my eyes drift up toward yaera. shes watching me curiously, not being very subtle about listening in.
"yeah yeah, you little baby. we'll go beat the shit out of that stalker for your little blackmailer."
i can hear the eyeroll in wooyoung's tone. i quickly hang up but yaera chuckles to herself, having already heard it all.
"i cant leave school with you guys, just fyi," she says. "you know my parents are picking me up. i can just go to jongho's house on my own, he only lives fifteen minutes away from me."
i nod, thinking to myself. the two of them really hate each other. i know why, but everytime they interact i feel like it goes deeper than what yaera's told me.
before i can ask, the bell rings and i havent even touched my food yet. yaera frowns and pouts.
"do you wanna skip class? we have evans next period."
"i dont skip class and i wont start now," i tell her. she rolls her eyes. "and neither will you. im not tutoring you just so you can fail again. you're coming with me to class."
she seems to take my words as a challenge. "and if i say no?"
i shrug. "then i dont tutor you. i dont like wasting my time."
yaera stares at me, a smile forming on her face. it looks devious but sincere at the same time. and like always im left speechless and awkward. at this point im convinced she does it on purpose.
"okay. lets go to class then."
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yaera
“where are you going?”
my father’s voice startles me as im halfway out the foyer, backpack on my shoulder and ready to leave. i didnt even hear him come in, ive been alone all afternoon, the empty house something im already used to. hes watching me over the rim of his glasses, a magazine in hand.
“oh hi. when did you get home?” i ask.
“half n hour ago. now answer me, where are you going?”
“to jongho’s house.”
“alright, I’ll take you.” he begins to stand up and i groan in annoyance.
“thats not necessary. he lives 15 minutes away.”
my father stares at me blandly. “i know you’ve been sneaking out at night. i dont know why but im making sure you’re going exactly where you say you are. your mother is meeting with Santo as we speak, they are working hard on the gala. whatever you are busy with, im going to tell you once to stop.your mother does not need the extra stress, alright?”
i bite my lip and stop myself from laughing. i cant believe this. im kind of embarrassed for not being slick, but at least it was my father and not my mother. hes far easier to lie to.
i dont say anything as we get into his car, texting san that ive run into a little inconvenience. hopefully they wait for me before shit goes down, i dont want to miss a single thing.
the car ride with my father is empty and silent. im in the passenger and he avoids eye contact with me like a man facing medusa, something im used to after everything thats happened to our family. we have never been close, but its never been this bad. i guess its hard to face the only child you have left after neglecting them for years, knowing that most if not all of their hardships have directly been caused by you.
but no. i cant just blame them. my therapist always said that i cant control what others do, but i can control how i react to their actions. me wanting to get far as fuck away from them feels like having all the control in the world.
“how long are you planning to stay at jongho’s?” he breaks his silence.
“a long while. you dont have to wait for me.”
he nods curtly. “i didnt realize the two of you still spoke to one another.”
as if he knows anything thats going on with me lately. i dont answer him.
“have you been sneaking off to see him?”
the question makes me frown, disgust pooling in my stomach. i would have probably gotten butterflies just thinking of that, but right now all i feel is sick. then i think this is the perfect opportunity to guilt trip him.
“no, ive just been going out for walks by myself. i cant sleep nowadays,” i mutter. “ive been thinking of her a lot. i know you probably think im out drinking or getting into trouble, but all i really do is sit on a park bench and think of what it would be like if she was here right now.”
silence. empty, cold silence. my father has stopped infront of jongho’s house, his eyes ghostily staring at his steering wheel.
i dont feel bad for hurting him. i had to get used to him being physically there and yet being far away. i had to get used to saying five sentences a week to him. i had to get used to him never hearing me out when he was at my mothers side, i had to watch him slip away while he was right infront of me. ill hurt him however i can. just so he can feel something, or anything when he looks at me. anything but empty.
“dont sneak out anymore.” he tells me after five minutes of just sitting there. eyes still on the wheel. “or let me take you where you want to go. if something happens to you too, your mother will be very upset.”
“okay. bye papa.”
“bye.”
i get up and out of the car. as my father pulls away and disappears down the street, a black van comes around the other corner, stopping infront of me. its the same one san got into when he chased down yunho. when the window rolls down, i come face to face with wooyoung and his massive black sunglasses.
“youre lucky you have someone like san around, sweetheart! you did nothing to earn bodyguard services.” he yells, and i hear san punch him in the shoulder. “ouch! what did you do that for?!”
“i told you he tried to get me in trouble!” san grits through his teeth.
“yeah, because you were involved with her! this guy hasn’t once looked your way before!”
“you dont have to be here if you dont want to,” i say with an insincere smile. wooyoung gets out and rolls his eyes at me.
“yeah right, as if im letting you drag san into your shit alone. wheres this bozo stalker you speak of?”
i turn around and see jongho’s room light on. we still have his camera, so he’ll have to come out. i start to ring his phone, and he answers on the first ring.
“we’re out front.” i say and immediately hang up so he feels the urgency.
he doesnt come out. his iron wrought fence buzzes open for us to go inside, and he's waiting on his veranda.
"this is the guy?" wooyoung scoffs. "whys he a creep? hes attractive as fuck."
san and i both give him side-eyes as we approach jongho. his eyes are low as he holds the door open for us.
"did you bring my camera?" he asks, his shoulders stiff and tense.
"uh uh uh, wheres the rest of the pictures?" i ask. jongho glares at me.
"i...have it. i have it, just do you have the camera?"
i nod silently, walking into his house. wooyoung and san follow behind me, with both of them staring wide-eyed at jongho's massive house. its all dark inside, with only certain rooms lit up. just like i know him,living like a fucking vampire most of the time. maybe thats why hes so weird.
"the pictures...they're up in my room." he says.
"why are you slurring?" i ask, leading the brigade. "you still feeling the effects of getting the sense knocked into you?"
wooyoung loudly sniffs him. "nah, this guys been drinking. he smells like fucking hand sanitizer."
i push open his room door and find the place empty. its been so long since ive stepped foot in here. things happened against the lack of my better judgment. even when i knew it wouldnt end well, i always ended up coming back.
im lost in it for a moment, remembering why im here. "where are the pictures?" i turn around as something loudly creaks.
im staring into the mouth of the gun, with jongho pointing it right at me. i forget to breathe on the spot.
"give me back my camera," he seethes "and then get the fuck out of my house."
"you wouldnt kill me, youre too much of a pussy," i grit out at him, albeit terrified. "you stole your dad's gun just to get back your creepy stalker pictures? thats rich."
"yaera, shut up. jongho,put the gun down," san says, him and wooyoung frozen on the sides of him. "what do you think youre doing?"
"you think im kidding?" he snaps. "i want my shit back! you had no right to fucking take it!"
san starts to take off his backpack. "dont fucking give it back!" i scream. "hes bluffing, cant you see that?"
"shut up, yaera," san mutters, infuriating me. he takes the camera out to my disbelief, actually moving to give it to jongho.
just as san puts it in jongho's hand, wooyoung comes from the side and rips the gun from his other hand. he shoves jongho into his wall, the camera falling to the ground. i lunge to pick it up and immediately run to the other side of his room.
jongho lets out a frustrated scream. "you fucking assholes!"
wooyoung laughs mockingly as he looks at the barrel of the gun. "would you look at that? its empty."
"pointing a gun with no bullets, arent you embarrassed?" i sneer. "i knew you were just bluffing."
"now where are the actual pictures?" san asks coldly. jongho looks up at him hatefully, refusing to answer. a second later, wooyoung runs full speed at jongho, kicking him hard in the chest. jongho falls to his knees, and san rips his hair back, making him wheeze out in pain.
"tell me. i wont ask again," san demands. wooyoung is excitedly waiting on the side for no answer again, just so he can slam the end of the gun into jongho's temple. he hits his floor head first, coughing hazardously.
at first it feels good to watch him suffer. to see him in genuine pain. then i realize what we're doing. its getting us nowhere. we're just beating him up, but he still has everything we need.
wooyoung is pounding his fist onto jongho and only when i get near does he stop. "no more games," i say and bend infront him, his bruised face leaking with blood. "give it up, jongho. or would you rather i take this camera to the police?"
he raises his hand and points to his bed before weakly choking out, "under it."
san goes to get it, struggling to lift the heavy bed along with wooyoung. underneath it they find a file, it looks like an ordinary photography file as san flips through it. but then the photos get more sinister. dark figures appear on different occassions. only silhouettes of what once was.
"what is this?" wooyoung groans. "you cant see shit in these."
"leave it to ningning," san says, taking the file and shoving it into his backpack. he tosses the camera onto jongho's bed, and jongho hopelessly stares at it as warm tears spill down his eyes.
i dont know why im queasy. he did something wrong. he is in the wrong and yet i feel so empty looking at him.
"we took your memory card, so dont even try to get those pictures back," i tell him. he doesnt react. im about to get up when he grabs my hand and pulls me down.
"you took the only part of her i had left," he says weakly, but his eyes are angry. "fuck you, yaera."
i roll my hand out of his, disgusted and annoyed all at once. san comes and takes my arm and we leave jongho to seethe on the floor with his injuries.
my stomach is in knots all the way out, especially when its time for us to part ways. i know san has places to be and things to do tonight, but i cant help but feel insanely grateful for what hes done.
he didnt need to beat the shit out of jongho. he didnt need to come here. but he did.
"i'll get these checked out by that contact i told you about," san tells me while we stand on the pavement. "she'll be able to get you everything, time, date, where these pictures were taken."
"i want to come with you," i say. wooyoung gives san a silent but obvious look, clearly thinking its a bad idea.
san is hesitant. "are you sure?"
i nod. "i wanna see first hand. i'll behave i promise."
"okay. fine, we can go together then."
wooyoung loudly sighs. "okay this was fun, but we have somewhere to be, remember san?"
"oh...yeah." san awkwardly looks down at me and gives me another nod. "goodnight, yaera."
"thank you...for tonight," i say, kind of embarrassed. i dont know why. it always ends this way. hes so many different people in one day. but it always ends with this. i feel like we should hug but hes so extra distant with wooyoung around.
i hesitate to call my father, wanting to wait till they leave because i know he'll be here in a flash. san and wooyoung get into their van and speed off into the night, leaving me alone.
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SAN
"i feel like you already know this is a bad idea, but youre still doing it, so let me pick your brain, choi san. what the fuck is going on inside your head?"
i sigh, not in the mood for this. i keep looking at jongho's photography file and his ominous photos from following yaera's twin and her lover. i wanted to ask him where he followed them to but i doubt jongho's saying a word of anything anymore now that he has nothing left to give us.
"earth to san???" woo starts clicking his fingers beside my ear. i glare at him and shove at his shoulder.
"eyes on the road asshole," i remind him.
"answer my questions," he demands. "what exactly do you plan to do with those weird ass pictures?"
"i'll take it to mao's granddaughter then–"
"AND WHAT do you hope to achieve?" he interrupts me. i stare at him flatly.
"what do you mean?" i ask in annoyance.
"okay so ningning tells you who the guy in the photos are and where these pictures were taken, best case scenario. i wanna know what the fuck it has to do with you san."
"her sister was MURDERED, woo," i say exasperatedly. "and no one has been arrested. no ones probably seen these photos before. this could be her sisters murderer right in these blurry shots."
"yeah but what does it have to do with you?" woo insists, giving me a deadpan look. "i thought you two were just using each other, so why are you doing all this for someone who blackmailed you into shit?"
i dont answer. why should i answer? now im just annoyed.
"fine, be angry at me," woo says with a sigh and cranks up the radio. "but just remember, youre getting way too involved. you wouldnt walk the dog of your evil business partner, so you shouldnt care about shit that doesnt benefit you."
"jongho almost got me expelled!" i remind him. woo doesnt react to my raised voice to my disappointment. "and why did you help me if you were just going to be annoying about it? i could have beat him myself."
"i HELPED because of YOU, idiot. and sure jongho almost got you expelled but thats not why you were so worked up, huh?"
i stay quiet out of irritation. i know woo's just gonna accuse me of shit and he already thinks hes right so theres no point in arguing.
"you're not doing yourself any favours, sannie, just remember that. its better to keep your distance and make sure you get your cut."
we arrive at the night market at the old town, the smell of fish and the cold ocean wind hits us hard as soon as we step out of the van. our masks are on, our beanies too. to these people, we're just walking pairs of eyes demanding money in the name of Miss A.
we go to different street vendors, collecting her 'tax'. wooyoung does most of the talking because he likes the theatrics.
"collecting for Miss A," he dramatically deepens his voice, leaning half over the peoples stalls when he does.
when the people respond its not the end of the month yet, wooyoung reminds them of an age old gang war that no one cares about anymore, that killed ten street vendors and asks if they want to end up the same. if not, they have to pay the protection money to stay protected.
"you're a sick fuck, you know that?" i tell him as we walk through the lit pathways. the place is lively, with people shouting sales and prices right in your place as you walk.
"what? im just saying what changbin told us to say!" he defends. i roll my eyes.
"you enjoy that a little too much. plus youre only supposed to say the collector line, not intimidate them!"
"says the guy who just came from.intimidating someone for a girl!" wooyoung fires back and i put out my leg to trip him. he jumps over it and flips me off as we exit the market.
we take a route through the dark alleys, as it keeps us out of any police view. they normally roam the market because of light weight brawls in the street, but recently they've been catching on to gang presence in the middle of it all.
i cant wait to graduate. i wont be here for when this all goes to shit.
as woo and i walk through the alleys on the way back to the car, we hear a faint rumble in the air. i stop in my tracks and turn around as woo continues strolling, acting like he isnt carrying extortion money on his person.
a black cars headlights shine on us, so bright i cant see the people in the front. its a sleek black mustang. where the fuck did it come from????
woo stops once he realizes im not next to him anymore. "hey what the?"
the cars lights stay on us, making my stomach clench. suddenly it jerks forward, rolling right toward us.
"oh fuck!" woo screams and we both break into a run. the car is fucking speeding on us down the alley and if we arent fast enough we'll be smashed into the wall or dragged under it. theres a sharp bend and we take it, but the car makes the sharp turn as well, still on our heels.
"ITS STILL CHASING US!" woo screams. its literally a few feet away from crushing us. i spot a fence at the end of the alley and i clench my fist as i run for it, bracing myself.
"woo, JUMP!" i tell him just as i vault myself at the fence, holding on for dear life. woo jumps just as the car crashes into the fence, not making it but landing on the hood of the mustang. he screams and collects himself and quickly joins me in climbing it, the two of us making it to the other side in a few panicked seconds.
we turn around and look at the mustang in disbelief. it reverses back without anyone getting out, disappearing right back around the bend.
woo and i look at each other, hes pale. i know im pale. my heart is racing. we just ran for our lives. whoever was behind that wheel just tried to kill us.
"did we just...almost die?"
A/N: IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE SO LONG AND THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY ALL OVER THE PLACE 😭 I'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME
also you guys should let me know if you want me to tag you for when new chapters come out. i also started uploading on wattpad. @amphibianblood if you prefer to read on there. warning tho, the story is behind on there 😭.
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here i come several days later with my opinions on the last swtor update. undercut for spoilers
it started strong but lost me a little after you actually get to kessans landing
the opening on port nowhere was fun!
the envirnments rly cool tho!
im... not really sure what they were going for with petra? like shes just very suddenly force sensitive it seems? idk. then she ducked out when the camera wasnt on her and that... doesnt seem like its going anywhere i guess
what was rly sticking with me was... at the very start, as an imp side character, they make a point on how you'll need to avoid attention bc, obviously if anyone noticed an imperial bigshot just wandering around a republic planet, well. you wouldnt be able to get much done before things got complicated
(sidenote: omggg hiiiii that one guy from the sith inquisitor prologue!! hello!!! you still suck!)
BUT THEN by the end theyre talking abt how "ooh ppl seeing an IMPERIAL helping them will exacerbate their resentment to the republic and maybe make them open to joining us! and word will spread!"
which.... isnt that exactly the opposite of what we want?? if word spreads the republic military will come running straight for us? wasnt that the whole point of why we had to seek out that corrupt politician?
not to mention as someone playing a saboteur. getting a planet to potentially secede from the republic and join the empire is. not ideal?
(not that ive been very impressed by the saboteur options we've had so far. but man. we couldnt even shoot jonas a message like "hey by the way the empire has apparently been up to some Shit on ord mantell for years. might want to try and stop that)
also if you take tyrus prisoner, why do we then give him to the empire?? wouldnt it make more sense to give him to the mandalorians?
#swtor spoilers#swtor 7.4 spoilers#7.4 spoilers#meredith plays swtor#havent done the dailies yet so i cant speak to them
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and im. im staying you know, away from home for a little while again. and im trying so hard to be positive and not let my past experiences get in the way. and this place genuinely is kinda lovely. it has a,,.. a very finnish feel. like this place definetly has a pirtti. and the thing that makes it better is that its genuine. like, every bit of this place that looks modern, is something that has been either renovated or replaced. and that is not many things. mainly the one thing that gives this place a genuine homey feel, is that most of the electric wires are visible. you know like, you can see the wire that connects the light switch to the lamp, and stuff like that. and I actually love it that way. theres something so comfortable about being able to locate every power socket in a room by just looking at the ceiling. it also subtly fills a bit of space, making it feel less awkwardly empty ya know.
and also while i genuinely dislike white walls, i love how you can see the wall panels still there. knowing that its not just concrete or something is nice. and also the ugly plastic mat that is the flooring is fun. better than linoleum in my mind.
im. currently im very tired and hungry. but i have some hope and positivity still. ill try and think of this place differently. but. it is still going to be hard.
and, someone knocked on my door. and my nerves pricked at the sound of that. im gonna have to unlearn a lot of things. and im gonna have to try and unmask around these people, because otherwise ill just run out of fuel. but thats like a. a very new thing for me. I have no idea how i actually act in a social situation if im not masking. because ive not done that. for so long that I dont remember the last time.
also at some point ill have to tell the adults that i in fact cannot say no to things, or say what I want. because for some reason my mom thinks i can do that just willy nilly, and told them so. when in fact i fucking cannot. at all.
i still remember one time when i was living at another place, and I guess id missed dinner or something cuz I was out. and an adult asked if I "wanted them to bring me some food" (the food was in a different building). and I probably said something like "well no, i dont need you to do that". and I guess they'd paid attention to how i talk about wants/needs, and absolutely called me out by saying "i didn't ask if you needed it, i asked if you wanted it". and I was absolutely speechless. literally no one had commented on that habit of mine before then. sure, i was aware that i did it,, but you know, people pleaser and not having self worth and all that. i think in the end i said something like "well, if it wouldnt bother you too much, i do kinda want to eat yeah."
anyway. im gonna try. but i dont have a whole lot of positivity and open mindness left.
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Im about to watch RWBY Volume 9 because I need some background noise while I translate a german version of Jesus Christ Superstar and then I remembered that I watched that RWBY DC crossover a few days ago as background noise while I made my lyric videos and then I wanted to make a post about my thoughts but then I just. never did. So I might as well do it now
Before that though, I feel the need to explain myself and my lyric-video-translation process. Basically, what I do is I pick my song that Id like to translate from german to english and then I make what is essentially a normal lyric video, which involves a lot of me listening to the song a bunch of times so I can make sure everything is properly synched up, in this particular case I actually had to listen to the entirety of the song in order to make sure it was actually synched because something went horribly wrong with my editing app and I couldnt figure out how to fix it. And then once Im done with my lyric video I can just kinda turn the audio off and add my english translation without worrying about anything because Ive already synched everything up properly. When I do musical soundtracks like this I usually synch up all the lyrics for all the songs first before getting to the actual translation process, which means theres a long period of time where Im just kinda listening to the same part over and over, except worse and it took me even longer this time because again, something went wrong and I had to listen to the songs from the beginning, otherwise it just inexplicably wouldnt synch up, and because I have a low attention span Im usually watching youtube videos or movies Ive already seen at this point
Now, I was still in the lyric video stage when I watched this movie (I was doing Pilate and Christ if youre curious) so picture this: im sitting in front of my computer, I have this RWBY DC crossover open in some piracy site bc I was looking for A Movie and this one came out recently so it was on the front page, I have my tablet with the lyric video Im about to make in front of me, Im wearing headphones, one of them isnt actually on my ear because I need to be able to hear both the song and the movie at the same time, Im playing the song over and over again as I watch the movie, slowly zoning out entirely the further I get into it because thats just kinda what happens when youre forced to listen to the same first two minutes of a song even when you do have some background noise to break up the monotony a little
The reason Im giving you that long winded explanation of the boring shit I do for fun is because I want to stress to you that I was practically physically incapable of properly paying attention to anything. So you would think that I would also be incapable of finding shit to criticize or complain about, after all, I barely managed to watch the movie
And you would be very wrong. Im gonna be honest I just wrote that long intro to whatever this is in like 20 minutes and Ive already run out of steam so please enjoy this bullet point list of mostly shit I didnt like about this crossover, as someone who doesnt know anything about DC and also didnt pay a lot of attention just in general
The Justice Leagues semblances were so bad you can tell they just kinda took their existing superpowers, barely if at all modified them and went "yep, those are semblences alright" and as a result Superman, Wonderwoman and Green Lantern all basically have the same semblance, which inexplicably consists of multiple unrelated abilities and also Vixen's semblance seems pretty similar to theirs as well
The dialogue was so awkward man, I know some stan is gonna try and defend it by being like "well none of these people know each other ofc theyre gonna be awkward" guess what, i dont care if you can like stuff about this show for no reason I can dislike stuff about this show for no reason
That weird love triangle between Nora, Ren and Cyborg was so weird and unnecessary and idk why it was there
'Weird, unecessary and idk why it was there' is honestly a great way to describe this whole movie, I dont get why they did this Isekai thing with the Justice League I feel like this wouldve been better if they were already just characters in RWBY's world but I guess then neither continuity would be able to really consider it canon which would be bad I guess??? Idk i think this crossover thing was a bad idea tbh and they shouldve made it more of a cross-promotional thing where its like "lookat the RWBYfied versions of these DC characters!!" "oooooo look at the DCified versions of these RWBY characters!!" for one movie each if you know what I mean
Speaking of pointless romance, I saw some people say that they didnt like the weird romantic subplot between Bruce and Weiss but honestly, I didnt even see one there they had less romantic sparks flying between them than Bumbleby and thats saying a lot, not that I was paying too much attention
Ive seen some DC fans say that Bruce's thing about him maybe not wanting to leave Remnant because hes got powers there was really out of character and idk anything about that, I just know that that whole thing was pointless and barely set up and didnt mean anything at all for anyone
Ruby's arc about learning to be a better team leader is something that she shouldve had in like volume 4 max this is too late into the show for the Main Character whos been leading A Team since basically day one to learn how to do it, then again its not like shes gotten any meaningful screentime in the past 9 years so maybe that justifies it
Killgore or Killg%re or whatever was just cringe
When Killgore was explaining his plan and how he was working with someone and then it turned out that he was actually trapped in this VR world by that someone, I thought, oh its probably Salem given that shes yknow, the main villain. I mean, it doesnt really make sense why she would do all this shit but its not like her motivations and actions have ever been consistent right. And then he was like "he" and I went, its fucking Ironwood?? Are you joking?? Like, yeah, I'll give them a smidge of credit here, that does make more sense but I hate how these guys' weird desire to demonize Some Guy gets in the way of even attempting to make The Actual Main Villain even remotely threatening. Someone tell MKEK that sidelining a female character in favor of a male character isnt suddenly less sexist because shes Satan Herself but they wanna villanize the "shitty white guy" instead
The action scenes were decent enough, obviously nowhere near the level of Volume 1-3s fightscenes but Ive definitely seen worse from RWBY at this point
I guess the mystery aspect was fine too I was atleast kinda intrigued
And to end this whole thing on a somewhat positive note, heres some stuff I actually kinda liked:
While the isekai thing honestly doesnt seem like a good idea, it was still kinda fun watching people from a setting more similar to our world interact with Remnant and try to blend in even though they had no idea what was going on
I kinda liked Barry, he was pretty fun
I really liked Jessica, her finding that ring and saying that rhyming incantation actually gave me goosebumps, her VA was really good. I just wish she didnt spend all her screentime with Jaune and also I wish Jaune died already
I liked that they were wearing their Beacon Era outfits for most of it so I didnt have to endure their absolutely horrendous Atlas outfits although I am about to watch Volume 9 and they dont get an outfit change from what Ive seen so. You cant run from your problems forever I guess
Thats about it, but to bring this thing full circle Id like to once again elaborate on my lyric video translation stuff. Right now Im fully done with the lyric videos and all I gotta do is add in the english translations which I can do without needing to listen to the music, which means I can actually listen to the dialogue at the very least even if Im not properly looking at the screen. I was originally gonna do the same thing with Volume 9 as the crossover movie which is to say, blast music while watching and fully zoning out half the time but I figured the actual volume deserves a little more respect than that. I mean, thats still not a lot but RT isnt getting any more than this from me
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vamp and wolfie worldbuilding
vamp is now named anastacio “butch” de rojas! in this anachronistic fantasy world hes a greaser.
rival gangs used to call him “the butcher” bc of his job, ruthlessnes and bc his diet consists mostly of rare meats and blood. anastacio did not care for that at all and started to cut ppl off (in various ways) when they called him that so often that they now call him butch. his gang thinks its funny bc hes honestly not traditionally masculin at all. theres a butch lesbian in his gang who is playfully annoyed that they didnt get that nickname.
he was conscripted into the army as a spy (bc vampires are much more common and accepted in the enemy kingdom, so people already expect them to be traitors,,) and sent to the enemy kingdom when they learned of an impending war between the two kingdoms. he quickly joined the enemy kingdoms army and rose through the ranks to the point that the queen openly favoured him. which was really helpful for his spying and also led to anastacio meeting shepard...
shepards (wolfie) full name is shepard connor and he is a farm boy and shepherd.
he grew up in a small border village between the two kingdoms, which was officially part of the “enemy kingdom” and was kidnapped a few months before the war started. anastacio and shepard arrvied in the enemy kingdoms capital city around the same time but by very different means and reasons.
shepard and a few others were used in experiments to create werewolves that were always in “wolf” form. the goal was to use them as bodyguards and an elite fighting team, loyal and vicious and easy to condition and control. the process was torturous and many victims were completly overwhelmed by their new instincts and lost themselves. shepard was lucky and didnt, but that allowed him to be aware of the fact that no one should know that.
him and the other successful “mutts” (as they were unofficially called) of the first batch were given to the queens favoured as personal guards and servants, with shepard being assigned to anastacio...
anastacio feels understandably uncomfortable with the situation and does his best to treat shepard well, as well as not attract attention for not being a fan of the whole human experimentation thing. shepard notices this and after a few weeks the two start to figure eachother out. shepard discovers that anastacio is a spy and anastacio realizes that shepard has retained himself where most other mutts didnt.
after some careful testing eachother out, they start to work together. shepard as a mutt, is not seen as someone who can retain information more complicated than simple orders. so he helps gather further information for anastacio, while anastacio gives him information on shepards family and gives him resources to relearn any skills he lost through the changes he was put through.
im not sure how or why exactly yet, but they get captured by soldiers from anastacios kingdom and anastacio is imprisoned in order to keep him being a spy secret.
but im not sure what would make sense to happen to shepard... the kingdom prides itself on being like.. nice? but that doesnt mean they want to openly admit to knowing that shepard and others are not willing combatants or something. i know that the two are going to be seperated until after the end of the war though.
after the war, anastacio is quietly released from prison and leaves the kingdom for a third one that wasnt involved in the war at all. shepard is able to leave as well and travels to try and find anastacio. he eventually does and they live together from then on!!
i think anastacios gang would want to get answers from him, considering he left a cryptic message for them (so they wouldnt be in danger), disappeared for years and is then very publicly jailed for being a ""traitor"". his family would have publicly denounced him the moment he was arrested, largely because people were already assuming them to be traitors. anastacio also doesnt have much of a relationship with his family and hasnt talked with them in about a decade. so they have no idea what his character is like apart from occasionally hearing of his gangs exploits.
shepards family would not look for him... disappearances are semi-common and especially those without influence and power would prefer to believe that their loved ones were killed by the animals that are a danger anyways. rather than focus on them not ever really knowing what happened to them, if they suffered or not. maybe one or two family members or friends would try to find shepard, but the majority of the people that knew him before his transformation prefer to think he is dead.
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