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DRV3 Infinity Train AU

Some time ago I finaly watched Infinity Train. Guys it's so good, it's insane. I highly recommend watching it, it's very good, and not too long (you can basically finish it all in one day).

But, to the point of this post, obviously I thought about crossover fusion with DRV3.

I wasn't sure if it would be better to make it a separate AU or if the AU events would take place after the end of drv3. But I was interested in the last option, because I think there would be interesting dynamics in the victim-killer pairs of each chapter. Below I will write a little about my thoughts about this AU (and there are also drawings of each pair)

❗Spoilers for all DRV3 and also a bit for Infinity Train

So, to the AU itself.

The characters get onto the Train after the Killing Game (I don’t know if all simultaneously or by chapter). They come in pairs (or trio in one case) and are linked by the same number. In order to lower their number and get off the Train — perhaps thus getting a second chance at life (that's not how the Train actually works, but I rearranged the concept a little for the sake of this AU. And anyway, it's not like the Train isn't kinda a supernatural phenomenon already, so whatever) — they need to not only solve their personal problems, but also problems with each other. That is why they are paired victim with killer, they have a lot to think about. Different pairs are in different parts of the Train, but they can sometimes cross paths with each other.

They appear looking how they were in the moment of their death. They don't have wounds, but if some parts of their costume is missing or damaged it will stay that way.

I also gave everyone numbers according to their meanings (that I partially found on internet, partialy just made up based on vibes, so I can't promise accuracy). Characters' numbers don't have to have all the listed meanings, usually it's just some of them

Number meanings:

1. Positive: leadership, confidence, ambition. Negative: dominance, overconfidence, self-absorption.

2. Positive: cooperation, attentiveness, support. Negative: duplicity, cunning, cowardice.

3. Positive: optimism, creativity, sociability. Negative: childishness, superficiality, intrusiveness.

4. Positive: stability, calm, caution. Negative: dogmatism, passivity, mistrust.

5. Positive: freedom, sensuality, adventurousness. Negative: impulsiveness, haste, intolerance.

6. Positive: solicitude, responsibility, devotion. Negative: bossiness, overprotection, guilt.

7. Positive: analyticity, intelligence, practicality. Negative: cynicism, coldness, secrecy.

8. Positive: prosperity, independence. Negative: materialism, unwillingness to listen, intolerance.

9. Positive: idealism, benevolence, compassion. Negative: unrealistic, touchiness, selfishness.

0. Positive: integrity, infinity. Negative: isolation, cyclicality.

Now I'll go into detail about each pair

First pair: Rantaro Amami and Kaede Akamatsu.

Quite an unusual pair. Kaede is not actually his killer, so their numbers don't match. However, they appear on the Train together and after discussion decide to travel with together. Kaede blames herself very much for Rantaro's death, so she immediately rushes to apologize. But after comparing and discussing versions of what happened, they both come to the conclusion that someone else is behind Amami's death. Someone who has control over the game. Therefore, Akamatsu will try very hard to find other victims of the Killing Game. She would like to believe that there will be few of them, but Rantaro warns her that they are dealing with a much more dangerous enemy than they previously thought.

To get off the Train, Kaede will need to stop taking responsibility for everything that happens and overloading both herself and those around her. Rantaro will need to learn to share his concerns and problems with others, to become less secretive and distrusting. Both Kaede and Rantaro would need to learn to rely more on others and not hide their worries behind a smile.

Kaede's Number: 391

Rantaro's Number: 407

Second pair: Ryoma Hoshi and Kirumi Tojo.

I kinda think that, compared to other pairs, they don't have that much problems with each other. They, more likely, need to focus more on solving personal problems. Of course, Kirumi will feel guilty towards Ryoma, she is not a heartless monster. But I don’t think Ryoma will reproach her for killing him and trying to get out. He gave her unspoken permission, although he probably expected something quick and painless.

Ryoma's hancuffs and shackle on his leg would probably be removed. I wasn't sure what to do about Kirumi's apperance, but then got idea that she could have been given clothes similar to the one they used to dress passengers in before. Unfortunately I only got this idea after I've already drawn her, so let's just assume that she'll change into it herself after some therapeutic sitting on the edge of the car and reflecting on her life. On the picture this clothes lies next to her.

To get off the Train, Kirumi needs to stop perceiving herself only as a maid. To accept that she does not have to constantly follow orders/requests, to stop taking on the role of an “adult” among others, accept that she is a teenager like the rest. And to admit that she wanted to get out not only because she had to serve an entire country, but also because she really wanted to escape, she wanted to live.

To get off the Train, Ryoma needs to learn to see the reasons to live in the little things, to remember that he has something to fight for. To pay attention to the fact that there are those who care and will grieve for him, and there are much more of them than he thinks. His life is not over yet, he has a chance and time to start again. He would have to admit that dying was very scary. Admit that in the last seconds of his life he regretted his decision.

They both need to stop devaluing their lives.

Their number is 406.

Third group: Angie Yonaga, Tenko Chabashira, Korekiyo Shinguji.

There are very complex relationships here. Everyone has both serious personal problems and conflicts with each other. Tenko is angry at Angie and will also just despise Kiyo. Angie will not be angry, but she may try to start imposing her God again and take position of a leader. Korekiyo will mostly stil be shaken trying to sort out his feelings and will shy away from Angie and Tenko as painful reminders of what happened. This trio will have many conflicts and difficult situations, but the fact that there are three of them will be more of a plus than a minus. This way, no one will be able to impose their opinion or take advantage of the weakness of another, because there is always a third person who will prevent this. Angie won't let Tenko drive Kiyo away; Tenko won't let Angie to take advantage of Kiyo's condition to lure him to her side; Kiyo can act as a mediator in conflicts that arise between Tenko and Angie. This way they can maintain some sort of balance.

To get a way out of the Train, Angie needs to learn to listen to others, not considering her decisions to be the only correct, simply because her God advises her. She'll have to admit that she is not absolutely right. Show yourself not as a prophet who doesn't make mistakes, but as a leader who is open to discussion and change of plans.

Tenko needs to reconsider her beliefs that all men are narcissistic and selfish, always looking to take advantage of others to benefit themselves. Also to recognize that sometimes she can be too pushy, and this can alienate even those she cares about. She needs to learn to be more accepting. Recognize that good and bad actions do not depend on gender, and girls can do terrible things too.

Korekiyo will have to accept that his sister is a bad person. That she used him, that she broke him, changing him forever. That everything he did for her was wrong. Because what she herself did was wrong. She did terrible things and made him do terrible things. And neither her illness, nor even her death is an excuse, and in no way diminishes her guilt. He will have to separate his sister from himself. Separate her from his hobbies, from his tastes and preferences, from his personality, from his speech, from his gestures... Fegure out what belongs to him and win it from her. Decide that she no longer has the right to influence his life. Let her go.

Their number is 348.

Fourth pair: Miu Iruma and Gonta Gokuhara.

Of course, they will have problems and disputes, but mostly only in the beginning. Gonta feel very guilty and will apologize to her a lot, but Miu doesn't hold a grudge against him. They will most likely only argue about Kokichi and his role in this murder, but I don’t think it will be that serious. Miu, although she'll be somewhat angry at Ouma, still feels guilty. She understands that she was the first to betray him by trying to kill him, but even at that moment she was regretting it. She was driven to such an act by desperation and fear. She regrets this, but will still argue with Gonta, saying that Kokichi lied to him and was just using him to save his skin, and Gonta will refuse to believe it.

I think Miu and Gonta have quite an interesting dynamic and the potential for both a lot of funny situations and serious conversations.

Perhaps Miu, at Kaede’s request, will build or repair a device that will allow tracking numbers or even passenges (similar to Simon's and Amelia’s devices) and will help her looking for others.

To get off the Train, Miu will need to stop compensating for her need for attention and approval with overconfidence and loud words. Admit that she tried to sacrifice many lives due to cowardice. Admit how scared and unsure of herself she really is.

Gonta will need to learn to be less gullible and stop believing that everyone around him is always smarter than him, so he needs to listen and comply. He needs to stop belittling his intelligence and knowledge, and also stop blaming himself for everything, especially if he had control over what happened. He needs to learn to stand up for himself.

I think Gonta and Miu's situation at first will be a little like Jesse and MT's, where for a while Gonta will listen to Miu's advice, not always very helpfull, without realizing that this is exactly what he needs to stop doing in order to get an exit.

Their number is 265.

Fifth pair: Kokichi Ouma and Kaito Momota.

The idea for this AU started with them, so, naturally, I have thought out for them the most. These two have so many personal problems and problems with each other, which is a constant source of conflict. This is made worse by the fact that Kaito is trying to impose his usual "I'm helping you, I don't need help myself" dynamic, and Ouma is obviously annoyed both that Momota is forcing his "heroism" and that he's lying in his face. It goes so far that Kaito declares directly to Kokichi’s face that he, Luminary of the Stars, has no problems, he's only here because of Ouma, because Ouma won't be able to deal with his problems on his own. All this even leads to them temporarily separating, Kokichi saying that he would rather stay on this Train than put up with Kaito, and Kaito that it would be easier for him to get a way out without such "companion". Later, they reluctantly return to each other and try to cooperate again, because this is the only way to get a way out.

Their situation is a lot like Ryan and Min-Gi's. In the sense that their number decreases then increases back, then decreases again, then increases once more, at times even becoming higher than it was initially. Because they still can’t figure out how to coexist with each other. They do eventually start getting along and get an exit, but it takes them a long time and a lot of trial and error.

To get a way out of the Train, Kokichi needs to stop treating everyone around him as enemies who are just waiting for the opportunity to take advantage of his weakness. He will have to learn to open up and trust people (and not only in situations where his life hangs by a thread). He'll have to learn to openly admit when he's wrong and to apologize. And to stop running away from the consequences of his actions.

Kaito will have to learn to talk openly about his problems. Not hide them from others, “so that they won't worry”. To recognize that he is not indestructible. Acknowledge that he, too, has worries and doubts. And to stop imposing his help when people refuse it.

They will both have to learn to show their vulnerable and weak sides. Stop trying doing everything alone, putting more on their own shoulders than they can handle. Learn to ask for help. Learn to talk openly about their concerns. Learn to work together and finally, to just understand each other.

Their number is 591.

Sixth pair: Tsumugi Shirogane and K1-B0.

Honestly, I don't really know what their relationship dynamic will be like. Tsumugi will probably be angry at Kiibo for destroying the academy (and even angrier if/when she finds out that the remaining three survived). Kiibo will probably end up on the Train without his antenna, so he won't have any sympathy for Tsumugi. I don't know if he will have a number, but in theory he's not an inhabitant of the Train, so maybe? But if not, then he most likely will leave Tsumugi on her own to decide what to do and go in search of the others. If he will have a number, he might insist on working and getting out together, and then try to arrest her.

I'll probably stick with the "Kiibo doesn't have a number" option. He will of course be upset and offended, once again realizing how robophobic the world is different he is. But, most likely, he will try to help look for other classmates, and also try to help reduce their numbers. Once Miu figures out that Kiibo doesn't have a number, and without a number the way out of the Train is closed, she will do something similar to what Jesse did: to try to make it appear that Kiibo has a number. So most likely he will be allowed to leave with her.

When it comes to Tsumugi in this scenario... Regardless of whether she was trying to replicate Junko's real game or if it was actually a multi-season show, and whether she was an employee of Team Danganronpa or if she was also brainwashed and just made to believe that she was special... Whatever the case, I think that she won't really want to be with her “classmates” and won't try to lower her number. Rather, on the contrary, she might decide to stay on the Train. It reminds her of fictional stories, the ones she loves so much. What's the point of returning to the ordinary world? Especially with those who don’t want to see her. Especially if the consequences of her actions await her there. Therefore, she is more likely to resist if they try to convince her to start working on her mistakes. She might even try to prevent others from getting out or even try to kill them (especially Kaito, Kokichi and Kiibo, since it was their fault that the game ended, and not at all the way she wanted). As a result, her number will go up, and up, and up... I don't think Tsumugi will get off the Train.

Number (K1-B0): —

Tsumugi's initial number: 5300

(5 and 3 numbers are not exactly suitable in terms of meaning, but Tsumugi simply MUST have 53 in her number, and zeros as a symbol of cyclicity and movement in a circle)

Tsumugi number (alternative): 2870

I'm planning to sketch a couple ideas of this AU that I have so far, so stay tuned I guess

As always, I'm happy to answer any questions!

AU tag is #drv3 train au

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pixiiipie · 8 hours

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Since your my only hope for sub zayne stuff. If you have any spare time could you write a dom to sub fic? please🙇‍♂️. I love your content

jealous boy

awww i’m so honoured i’m just a single mom supporting all my kids <3 and thank youu! i rly like dom-> sub things but writing it is a whole other story 😵‍💫 writing dom character things are rly hard i dont wanna make it actually awful. hope you like my attempt <333

authors note!: the dom part of this is very small and mostly just body language and some not super sexual things. just zayne being possessive and jealous but we soon sort him out. mostly comforting him. i don’t really like this… i promise i can write things that aren’t sickly sweet!!

it was very rare for zayne to have a day off let alone a whole weekend. he committed himself fully to his work but even though they rely a little too much on him, his colleagues (and you) insisted that he took some time off. to help him completely forget about his ‘abandoned duty’, you treated him with days out and simple moments of intimacy to reward him.

on one of these days, you took him to a bakery to pick out any dessert he wished to enjoy in the park. although it took some time for him to allow you to spoil him like this, he happily pointed out a few treats for the both of you (though he was quick to repay you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers-of course he knows-intimately arranged on your way home). it was a lovely warm day and it felt warmer with every longing gaze zayne looked at you with. he’d never been as happy as he was in that moment.

after your long day, you both decided to stay in and enjoy a home cooked meal in each others company (the flowers weren’t enough and zayne really wanted to treat you to your favourite restaurant but you managed to push him home instead- it was his day! you were spoiling him!). cooking together was a shared activity that you and him tried to do as often as you could. making something for both of you to enjoy and feel proud of as you danced around each other was a perfect way to end any day.

however, this time it felt a little different. instead of his usual actions where he would occasionally come over to press kisses to your head as you chopped vegetables, he barely left you unsupervised and would (a little too tightly) hold you by the waist occasionally brushing his fingers over any bare skin he could reach. noticing this, you tried to bring it up with him whenever he did something like this but zayne was too good at remaining in control of his tone and brushed it off. even if he didn’t give it away with his responses, you knew him and could tell something was up.

you planned to talk to him about this over dinner where you could watch him without being distracted. hopefully things didn’t turn sour and ruin what was a beautiful day with him. since you were still trying to spoil him, you insisted for him to sit at the table and you’ll dish up and bring the food over. obediently, he does so but his demeanour is making you a little uneasy. you’ve dealt with many of his different emotions and are stating to be able to tell how he’s feeling even if it’s not obvious to others but this was new.

as you set his plate down in front of him, he pulled you onto his lap in one quick motion and kissed you. this took you off guard since although you’ve been trying to get him to open up to you and act with more confidence, this was a first. it was difficult to gain control of the kiss but he soon stopped as you lightly hit his back. “zayne what is it? what’s the matter?” you asked unintentionally avoiding pet names in your confusion and slight annoyance. he didn’t answer and instead focused on peppering kisses down your neck before sucking a prominent mark in the most sensitive place (god damn doctor).

while he did this, one hand stayed wrapped around your waist while the other firmly held onto your thigh rubbing small circles with his thumb. you’ve cuddled like this before either casually or to comfort one of you but never like this. never in such a possessive way. he didn’t do anything more than this- even if he was lost in this sudden possessive mood, he would never go further and overstep your boundaries.“you’re mine” he breathed into the crook of your neck. the words felt unnatural coming from him. “and i am yours” that felt better. it didn’t seem like zayne said this to you but more to himself as an affirmation.

his initial possessiveness was becoming desperation and it hurt your heart to see him like this. just as he was about to make another mark, you stopped him by cupping his face with your hand and tilting his head up to look at you. “zayne. my darling what’s bothering you?” your voice was stern but softened when he avoided eye contact. you kissed his forehead to coax a response from him worrying that he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispered so quietly that if all your attention was not on him, you would’ve missed it. as a reward, you kissed his temple and waited for him to feel ready to continue. “i apologise for… that. i don’t know what came over me.” taking a deep breath, zayne took his hands off you and let them hang by his sides but you were quick to take one before it dropped and held it. as he spoke to you, you intertwined your fingers and traced lines over it to steady him.

“everywhere we went today,” he started but unsure where to look, “people were staring at you. that’s very natural as you are… so beautiful but they were friendly to you and likewise you were back.” you half understood what he was saying but the last part threw you. you squeezed his hand to encourage him to continue. “this is very childish of me but i think i was jealous of how well you get along with people and how they look at you. i… i didn’t want you to forget about me.”

ah so that’s what it was. usually when he’s jealous, he owns up to it in a “yes i was jealous, so what?” or “i was not jealous.” way but his entire demeanour was different. he didn’t feel sour, just sad.

“my darling zayne,” you say, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles which made him look at you, “you kiss are a very kiss silly man.” a fond expression crossed your face to help him understand that you weee teasing. “you said it earlier you are mine.”

“i am yours.” he finishes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. zayne let his head fall against yours and breathed deeply. you were the biggest comfort to him in every way. “besides, everyone in the hospital looks at you like you’re god incarnate! they can’t help but sing your praises.” you say rubbing his back.

“they’re not you though.” zayne says. that was the sweetest thing about him. people would flock over him and admire him but nothing they said would ever come close to how warm you made him feel with a simple word. finally moving his other hand, he gently took your face and allowed you to close the gap between you both. kissing always felt better when you took the lead. kissing always felt better when it was with you.

taking this opportunity to straddle him, you return the favour and kiss a trail down to his neck to mark him up. zayne keeps a softer hold on your waist and tries his hardest not to move as you kissed and bit all over his neck. no matter how hard he tried though, trying to suppress his soft whines became more difficult the more you continued.

“there. now you know i’m not lying.” you say, sitting back to admire your work. zayne’s entire figure was struggling to not slump over as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes. those eyes were a stark contrast from the look he gave you a few minuets ago. you knew what that face was. “use your words darling. what do you need?” you whisper with a smirk taking his chin to look at you.

“you” was all he could muster and all he could think of.

“cute. that’s my good boy.” you say leaning close to his ear as your hands unbuttoned his trousers. “how’s this, my love?” zayne nodded, carefully rubbing your waist and back too embarrassed to speak. just as you managed to free his dick, you move some of his hair out of his face and ask, “what would you like?” blowing a little cold air towards it to make him twitch.

“mmn just your hand please. i’d like to kiss you more.” zayne replies. all he wants right now is to be close to you and be reminded that here, in this universe, in this lifetime, you love him and he is yours. fulfilling his request, you kiss him deeply and start moving your hand just to hear him moan into your mouth. you loved the subtle change in his body language whenever you touched him like this. zayne truly melts and his body becomes even more obedient to you. all he wants is you.

“zayne, my love, you know there’s no need to be jealous of all those people today.” you say watching him try to hide his face as you call him out. hearing you call him ‘jealous’ made him feel immature. “you’re the only one i want to do this to.” you add, twisting your wrist and kissing his cheek. your legs were holding him down but it was becoming increasingly difficult to not buck into your hand.

“please… only do this hnng- with me.” he pleaded his breathing becoming heavier and shakier “i- haah… i love y-you.” zayne was so soppy but it made you want to spoil him more. he could get anything he wanted when he acted like this and he probably knows it. while one of your hands worked on his dick, you moved the other under his shirt to play with his nipples. over time, you’ve been building him up and trying to make them more sensitive and he’s mentioned how they’re starting to feel good (in a very blunt way of course. very professional, very straightforward, very much breaking eye contact).

“c-careful!” zayne gasped, his body jolting forwards to the added stimulation. “i love the way your body reacts to things. i wish i could cary out a doctor’s inspection of it.” you muse mostly to yourself taking time to admire him.

“mmaybe o-one day.” he shudders as you focus your attention on his other nipple. with this promise, you increase your movements wanting to test everything on him now. “you’re so pretty like this zayne. i want to show you off to everyone.” you say moving back to his neck trying to get him close. “nno haah…” he whined not wanting to share this moment with anyone but you.

“but… seeing you like this is for my eyes only.” your hot breath on his neck and what you were saying made it hard for him to concentrate and a familiar feeling started to build. “y-yes…yes oh gods yes mmghhh just f-for you.” he babbles tilting his head back to give you more access.

“cum for me darling. i love you.” you say sucking one last mark onto him which makes him practically whine at how good you were making him feel. “tha-ank you mmghhh l-love haah- love-!” his breathing became erratic for a moment before he let out a long moan, relishing in the moment. he came over your hand and a little got on his exposed stomach but you’d be helping him out of his clothes soon enough. the day was over but you hadn’t finished spoiling him.

it didn’t take zayne too long to come back to his senses although his head was still a little foggy. he readjusted himself and rested his head on your shoulder subconsciously nuzzling a little. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled. pressing a kiss onto his head you simply reply “there’s nothing to be sorry for it’s okay. i’m just glad you’re okay.” you were so warm to him he was so lucky to have you.

“dinners cold.” he then says a little dejectedly. even though he wasn’t quite in his right mind when you were making it, you two were still making it together and he hates the idea that he wasted a home cooked meal just because of how he acted. “let’s order a take out! it’s been a little while and it’s good for you to eat unhealthy things sometimes.” you say trying to comfort him. he only scoffed in response which meant he was feeling a little like his usual self. this otherwise annoyed response made you smile.

“it’ll take a little while for it to get here,” zayne says moving his head from its safe place, “please, allow me to return the favour to you and apologise in the meantime. this is how i want to spend my days off.”

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colourme-feral · 2 days

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I liked the narrative beats of this episode and thought that some random translation notes would be fun for 25 Ji, Akasaka De / At 25:00 in Akasaka ep 6.

But I'm not gonna do weekly translation notes for this show unless I see something I really wanna make a post for.

Note: The word used in Japanese here is for the anatomical term for heart, rather than the word for heart, which is used for where feelings are stored.

Even if you understand it logically/in your mind, there are times that you may not understand how it actually feels, aren't there?

Well then, wanna come to my place today?

Even though we're a couple, it's lonely (for me). Note: He's referring to them their agreement to act as a couple, not that they are really dating.

But if I stay here, I'll take up your time. You aren't. Rather, don't go home. I asked you to come because I wanted to see you. Note: The word that Yuki uses is "stealing" Asami's time.

Even though you were busy, you met with me for my sake.

This guy... there's someone he's never been able to forget.

There's no way I can go, of course. Note: And then he went. This clown, I tell you.

There may not be anyone he likes any more at this moment.

Note: He actually says "nijikai", not another bar, which is the term for a second round or afterparty, where people will go to a different location for more drinks. It doesn't have to be a bar and can be karaoke too. Some people will leave after the first round, so the next round will have fewer people and may be more informal than the first round. Sometimes, there is also a "sanjikai", which is a third round. Naturally, drinks will still be involved. (more info)

You've worked hard. Note: They exchange "otsukaresama/otsukaresama desu", which acknowledges and serves as appreciation for the work that the other has done. (more info)

Thank you for everything up to now. Note: Yuki is thanking Asami in the past tense, because he's ending their agreement to be in a relationship that would help Yuki understand his character.

I now am able to grasp/understand Takumi's feelings. I'm fine now and no longer need to rely on Hayama san anymore. There's still more filming to do. Is that alright?

You've done enough (for me). You don't need to do any more than this.

25 Ji, Akasaka De / At 25:00 in Akasaka language notes・Other language notes

#25 ji akasaka de #at 25:00 in akasaka #language my love my pain

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writers-potion · 6 hours

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Any tips on how to make it clear a character is trans in a fantasy setting without a huge moment about how trans people exist and also without relying on transphobic tropes? I want it to feel natural, but I feel like I'm not being clear about it.

Introducing Trans Characters in a Fantasy Setting

Hi! Thank you for the question 🙂

In a fantasy setting, I can imagine two ways trans people exist in it: (1) Trans people (or trans creatures, whatever) are a natural part of the world that no one is bothered about (2) Trans people are unheard of, perhaps even illegal, and everyone would be horrified/shocked when your character is introduced.

Fantasy World - Trans Friendly

In a fantasy world that sees trans people as nothing special, it would be something like:

This fantasy world has enough trans people that is rather quite common

Trans people are a rarity, but they are considered holy/blessed/special in some way, so they actually kind get more status/respect

Trans people are a necessity (for some reason), so even though there are haters, they need to shut up because trans people play an important role in their society.

Here is what you can do:

Have your character meet another character who is openly trans and is not afraid to talk about it. Other side characters would also just treat the trans character as a part of their daily life, nothing more nothing less.

When your character “enters” the fantasy world, provide a description of how trans people are a part of it. This can be a trans person walking along the street or being aired on TV, etc.

If your character is new to this fantasy world and they have someone explaining/introducing it to them, just drop hints when you’re doing the rest of worldbuilding.

If your trans character has someone close who knows their backstory, try dropping hints in their conversation, letting the readers catch on.

Fantasy World - Trans Unfriendly

Generally, a society that hasn’t encountered trans people will be transphobic towards it, since those who are marked as “different” are often seen as a threat. Rather than depicting straightforward hate towards trans character, you can try to direct it differently:

Have characters who are genuinely curious. Think back to the time when you didn’t know what the concept of trans was - these characters just haven’t seen someone who’s trans and due to that, will be insensitive but not rude/hateful.

Other characters can have the “We don’t really care and you can be whatever you want but you’re still a weirdo” kind of attitude. This can work better if the gender roles in your fantasy setting aren’t divisive/stringent and the other characters don’t care if a trans person wants to be in roles not generally assigned for their sex at birth - but it would still be something that draws the eye.

You can also have a world where being trans is an established social taboo, but the present day people don't vibe with the ban that's been in place for so long. You can have the immediate side characters wanting to be supportive despite the general societal discomfort with trans people. (The "hate" here would be more vague/ kinda in the background)

When it comes to introducing queer characters, I suggest you treat them as you would any other character. When you introduce them, you would provide a description of their outer appearance and personality - the fact that they’re trans might or might not be clear from how they look or act. As you layer more characterization & the trans character starts interacting more with other characters, the fact that they’re trans can be a piece of backstory.

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do you have any unpopular la squadra opinions?

Unpopular opinions about La Squadra

~This is my time to shine~ thank you anon!I've got many!

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There's no "I can fix them". These people don't want to be fixed. They don't feel the need.

No, Not even Risotto.

Risotto is calm and collected because he's in control.

He needs to be in control of any situation.

Some of his team mates heavily rely on him to balance their life. He is the compass of their lives.

However, his moral is more twisted than what it seems. He condones torture for a start.

Ghiaccio thinks that anger is the only emotion a man is free to show.

He's got baggage cause he bottles up any emotion he doesn't find useful or makes him look 'vulnerable'

That's why he explodes in those huge rage rants.

Ghiaccio would be afraid to open up to his partner. Melone is the only one who makes him feel comfortable in these matters.

Some of La squadra members are so scared to look inside themselves and find out they were rotten to begin with.

Illuso is afraid to find nothing but hate so he's a judgemental and hateful person by default.

He would blatantly belittle their partner just because he needs them to be with him.

He wants them to feel less and at the same time pity him.

Illuso doesn't like being responsible. It's always someone elses' fault.

Pesci is afraid not be enough because they always told him so.

That's why he always needs to prove himself to others.

Melone is probably the only one who accepted himself to the fullest.

He doesn't reprimand himself for his Flaws.

However, Melone lacks the inhibitors to understand that some behavior are not well accepted in today's society.

He just doesn't care. The rest of the team doesn't care either.

Prosciutto hides his emotions as much as Risotto.

The subtle difference is that he never learned to accept those emotions, even the "bad ones".

He feels the need to acts 'manly' and he's very mysoginistic.

"chi ci chiance?!" (Why are you crying?!).

Prosciutto beats his prostitutes for fun.

Formaggio is probably the worst member in the entire team to have as a partner.

Looks like the most normal person but He's the biggest hypocrite. He likes to gaslight his partner by deafult.

Together with Risotto, they both enjoy having control over others.

Non of them are suitable for a non-toxic romantic relationship. At least when I write them💕

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Thistle & Falin

Just my narrative of Thistle & Falin, collection of shippy thoughts and dynamic analysis. Creating some imagery and threads, etc. What if we both made devotion to our loved ones our purpose, what if we both hadn’t lived for ourselves in a long, long time. Who are we? Beyond who we love and our powers, what are we?

Background info: a short Falin analysis touching on Faligon and Thistle + an old thistlin post, compiling most of their moments. Here I delve into further thoughts but for base analysis of what they have in canon and in potential those are good starts. If you want I also have a full Falin analysis.

Disclaimer: Beyond the nebulous 1000 years I place Thistle as a young adult, and though I agree Falin mothers him to some degree I don’t think it’s unsimilar to the way that Marcille is a mom friend that sometimes mothers Falin and Izutsumi especially. Their relationship has layers like every other one in Dunmeshi, reducing it to being incestuously motherly or age discoursy to justify it being problematic is so funny to me, hello did you miss the mind control. Ah yes I love the 1090 yo with godlike powers being groomed by his chicken slave. You can have your own interpretation but canon is ambiguous enough, and dare I say intentionally ambiguous, that I have no qualms with not infantilizing Thistle, same with Yaad at the end of canon. I do ship Thistle and Falin, and although it’s in a nebulous qpr-or-other third secret thing situationship instead of conventionally romantic way, like, I puke on anything giving them a parental framing so don’t come shitting on my doorstep, kid-Thistle truthers be warned. Only nuance enjoyers allowed on this post. It’s valid if you’re uncomfortable with the ship!! Don’t make your issue others’ problem.

I thankfully finished my Falin analysis before posting this, but besides that I also have an analysis coming on the whole Thistle age thing which I think is interesting, beyond the well being poisoned there are things to explore there, idk in how long that’ll be done though. That’s all for plans that are relevant to this, now let’s get into it.

Part 1

So my favorite Falin things are Faligon + her sense of being like a pawn/misplaced, going on autopilot to follow the wishes of others, a feeling of identity being a burden and sort of fleeing from that, and her not really caring in the way/with the intensity that she’s "supposed" to (as per the points I go over in my Falin analysis). Meanwhile, Thistle has a lot of shit going on already but then there’s also how being a dungeon lord is highly wearing on his mind. As Faligon and as dungeon lord Thistle, the way they’re both so out of touch with reality in different ways holy shit?? They have power imbalance between them and it very much comes from mind control lol, but it’s also not something Thistle is fully aware of himself, because the powers are driving him unstable and he’s not even aware there’s someone in front of him really. He’s so out of it that he can’t even recognize that the dragon has been fused with a human and she’s so out of it we can’t even tell how conscious of her actions she is.

And then the interesting thing is that they’re kind of in it together… Mostly from Falin’s standpoint. We see that he does rely on the dragon increasingly so, hanging out with it, being saved by it and embraced by her etc. When he lets them both fall after breaking the web they were hanging from, he automatically, fully and wordlessly trusts her to catch him, instead of relying on magic or anything, and she does. Falin devotes herself to him but he’s devoted to The Cause which is just chasing ghosts at this point. But despite it all there’s a weird comfort here too… From the guy who in his last moment of lucidity reached out for someone, anyone’s hand, from the guy who hasn’t felt companionship in hundreds of years probably, hasn’t taken it slow and slept and eaten in who knows how long, from the girl who feels compelled to care after him like she’s always done with others… And the beast-ness allows her to have some freedom to figure herself out in a weird way, to simply enjoy being beside someone and doing anything her own whims tell her to.

It’s very destructive and weird and layered but like…. I can see the sliver where it works out. Where her kindness reaches him and he has a moment of lucidity where he sees her and it’s like, wait, who are you, you’re not the dragon?? Where finding someone else who feels just as messed up and devoted as them, like they’re just trudging along life like it’s a dream following their loved one, heals them a bit. Where caring for the other becomes a way to care for themselves too, a dark mirror of each other that shows you, oh, this is how bad it can get and I want to choose something else for myself actually. To grow to see the person standing in front of you, instead of only searching with your eyes in what way they’ll reflect on you. In helping each other, finding some companionship that’s weirdly vulnerable and self-healing. He gets her in touch with herself and her own needs again through the arc and conflict they have, and she gets him in touch with the world and his surroundings again. They have clashing ways to be selfless, very self-sacrificial from Falin meanwhike self-centered with Thistle (he ‘knows best’, ‘everything needs to be left to him’, etc etc, he needs the control, but he does it all for others, meanwhile Falin leaves that control to others and only grabs it for herself in exceptional cases like sacrificing herself to the dragon for Laios).

Like just let yourself be, damn!!! So then them being like, zombie mentally stunted babies kind of enhances that theme in a way too lol. The way they communicate together is very… Instinctive and basic, and I’d love to see how it could develop into a functional dynamic. They’re in ‘learning to be your own person’ kindergarten together to me. Thistle looking at her coloring wildly outside the lines and being like "you’re doing it wrong" and then you look at his and he colored everything a weird color. The precision is scary but then his crayon goes 1 mm out of the lines and he blows up into tears. Ok the metaphor has run its course

So yeah like the ship/brotp is very, them being isolated and against the world together and like… Slowly regaining their minds together. Getting their sense of identity grounded into them again. In my mind they have a 50k words adventure where they hang out and he slowly realizes there’s more to her than just dragon and she encourages him to dawdle around and eventually just play in water and shit and it’s like, starting to see life again beyond the laser focus you limited yourself to… And she’s allowed to just chill out and do whatever she wants besides the whole searching for Delgal thing. You can’t tie down a dragon! They are a duo they are an unit‼️ He’d have been fucked without her and at this point in time he sort of made her and he’s her world. Traumabonded kittens do not separate but it’s onesided in different ways haha. Honestly it’s sort of reflavored mickuro wait fuck…

If nothing else, they’re a very interesting dynamic to ponder. The depths of it all… I want to use them as a social experiment. I want them to stop to smell at the flowers and learn to work together… They’re master and servant they’re owner and pet they’re mothering and mothered (in a guardian hound way, in a mom friend way) they’re both incredibly (emotionally and physically) vulnerable in different ways…… Master and monster if you will. Mostly I see them as guardian & leader. Like I said I ship them but it’s not really romantic atp I think but it’s not quite qpr either it’s truly a weird secret third thing… What if we were sort of coworkers but also ?!!!>??????! You should hate me but you fiercely protect me I should appreciate you but I only see you as a tool WHAT IS GOING ONNN IN THERE

He wants to be protected even if he can’t really admit it. Here the catalyst was emotional distress moreso than physical threat. Notice how he lays there under her wing for a bit as he (refuses to) processes what Mithrun told him about Delgal dying and betraying him. She’s becoming his safety net, his comfort hound. Somehow, the both of them find they’re soothed in each other’s presence.

It kills me. Them being so toxic at the start of it, then somehow ambiguously just hinting towards how things could have went on to be better, could have been headed somewhere nice and healing and healthier, she dies and he dies everyone fucking dies and they forget each other and it ends there they never speak of each other again. Canon wanted me dead specifically. Like remember too that I was there when the last chapters where being released, my ass really was like "Oh I wonder how Falin will react seeing Thistle after being revived!" 🤡 But yess at least that means there’s a lot of Unsaid, a lot of space for speculation, and I want to see what could have been. I want to see it so so bad. It’s so interesting

Post-canon is also so interesting, where they’re sort of recovered but not fully not really, them actually getting to know each other… And she doesn’t remember him but he doesn’t remember her either, in a way they’ve never met even though they have, even though she was the first one on his side since so long, the first hint of companionship he’s had, companionship that he’s so unused to getting that he can’t even recognize it for what it is. He couldn’t even recognize a human standing in front of him!! He is so disconnected from others and the world!! He spoke to ghosts like they had no worries in the world and everyone was ok!! He’s out of touch, tone-deaf af!! Has always been tone-deaf!! Being tone-deaf when he was younger, a stick in the mud, caused him to be more isolated than he already was… Autism4autism, anyways—

It’s them not knowing why or how to express it but being drawn together, a bond forged together by the fire of circumstances and coincidences— or is it only that? No one can know for certain but there’s a grip they have on each other there somehow. Weird distant caring thing. I dont know who you are but I feel like I should know you

It’s like my headcanon that she doesn’t know why, but on her travels she feels something when she comes across wild thistle flowers… There are just faint remnants, whispers of feelings like ghosts.

They should be remnants in each other’s lives. A deja vu of a person in the way Falin hugs small dolls to her chest, or how Thistle reminisces of something when he sees bird feathers discarded on the ground. < This paragraph courtesy of @cabinette’s huge brain

And too the thing is their relationship with each other in a way is ONLY about themselves, even when Falin is being self-sacrifical it’s less about him and more about how she generally is, that sort of instinct to latch onto someone and just follow along with whatever they do and ask, meanwhile to Thistle she’s only ever been a factor in his plans. Idk idk them getting to that point where they see and know each other, stumbling into that through canon or actively working towards it post-canon, there’s weird beauty in that Like. Thistle cares about her because he’ll take anyone as long as they fit the job description well enough, he’s desperate to find Delgal and will graso at straws to find him. In a similar way that he’ll reach for someone, anyone’s hand on the verge of death, she seeks to protect someone, anyone. That’s how she centers herself, makes someone her compass and her world.

Mirrors truly truly. And Thistle likes to shatter those, and silence anyone who tries to talk to him about reality, so then the option left is to be by him quietly and subtly gradually, gently (her specialty) nudge him in the right direction … Nooo but actually why did he shatter those mirrors. Very interesting to think about. Would seeing himself in others anger him?

I like to call him a ghost of who he was sometimes, a ghost of the past, he’s so haunted, and I think there’s fun imagery there too. The care she offers Thistle somewhat reminds me of the one she offers ghosts. I wonder if part of it is that she sees herself in ghosts, that she wants to offer them freedom and peace of mind she can’t get for herself.

And of course meanwhile on her end, the thistlin arc is also about growing self-respect. I don’t want to see Thistle as a lost cause in saying that her efforts are wasted on him, but being so permissive and invested in him is obviously not healthy for her. She needs to learn when to put her foot down

Oooh, just realized that choosing to eat in this scene was a big character moment all things considered. By eating she faltered in her task, stood up for herself and her needs, was selfish for once (/positive go get your damn food girl). She chose to eat. Anyways

I bet he’s the one who healed her wounds after the Shuro party fight. And on that note— it’s interesting he could change her form from Falin to Faligon without touching her isn’t it? Healing by everyone else like Marcille and Falin always required touch, physical contact between the healer and healee, which some like Chilchuck say is a negative, but… The dungeon lord not needing to touch to heal makes a nice metaphor for how isolating the powers are I think. Truly clinical instead of warm. Theme of community and freely offering affection in Dungeon Meshi etc etc. Like I said, Thistle is out of touch.

The way that he has the powers to change her form and heal and like soo much magic power but he can’t even realize when he’s hurting himself and she’s the one who has to heal him. He’s so fully devoted to the cause even when he acts selfishly that he neglects himself too, and she has to remind him to take care of himself, to eat, etc. That she feeds him. Eating is an act of love to yourself and to life. The berries, the curry, the soup that Thistle refuses to eat—

Do you see the vision. Do you see all the narrative relevance and themes and parallels of their dynamic. To chase ghosts, to cling onto them so they stay with you no matter how warped and ugly they get, and to soothe souls, purifying them and helping them depart for the afterlife… Both magic prodigies whose lives revolve around protecting and caring after their loved ones more than anything else. A family member who looks elsewhere while they are their whole world. They can flee their emotional issues together 🤝 Who are we? Beyond who we love and our power, what are we? I think about the way she cradled him in her arms just before they fell down into the dungeon all the time idk idk

^ End notes from the one fic I wrote about them so far: Slivers, on AO3. For a moment, they were both slivers of themselves, bound together.

Thistle feverishly holding onto ghosts of the past and his source of power, meanwhile Falin cradles the people she can protect in the now with the powers that reside in her… Him cradling his book, her cradling her master……… Parallels

Interlude

And yess it’s important to remember too, Thistle became a mage only after delgal asked… He had innate talent, but moreso than Falin it’s through studies that he learned to actually harness his magic etc. Idk I think it’s an interesting parallel that could have interesting stuff be done on it. People often characterize him as predominantly bratty but. He’s smart and composed he’s mainly smart and composed… He’s unstable and everything during canon was happening all at once with the winged lion being freed and Laios’ party and the canaries and agh </3 He can have a meltdown as a treat he’s smart and cool-headed if it wasn’t for the dungeon wearing on his mind ok… Obvi I love my chars with anger issues but saying he’s overly childish is having tunnel vision I think

Ok so the elephant in the room… First of all how present is Falin in Falugon exactly…… We have no clue. The end sequence does show her in purgatory with a dragon foot holding her down, which can easily be read as it suppressing her personality- with how it’s shown though it feels like she’d be fully suppressed by that? And we know that’s not the case, since not only does she recognize Laios and calls out to him, she hesitates to hurt Kuro because of the dog association, she’s excessively kind towards Thistle, the latter which her Adventurer’s Bible profile confirm to be "her kind nature remaining as the chimera". Maybe it’s a dream-like state? Maybe the dragon is the driving force with the instincts, and it’s only bits of Falin and her personality that show through? A state of mind very primal and not very think-y, even if Falin has enough brains to think of sharing the berries, gesturing and oh- of course, casting magic. No issues with controlling the human half of her body as well. To some degree, her and the dragon are working in tandem. My own preferred interpretation is the driven by instincts one, a state of mind like an actual dragon’s, which in my Falin analysis I delve into the significance of it for other parts of Dunmeshi too. So yeah, dreamlike mindless autopilot… I think exploring her pov as Faligon would go super hard. Aware of her surroundings but sort of disconnected with it, and disconnected from herself too, entirely living in the present… And like with her talking to Laios— the only time she speaks in her chimera form, a simple observation, "Laios, brother", sometimes her human thoughts peek through more sharply, short moments of lucidity… I think it’d be interesting to see an arc where as the chimera, she learns to share the "brainspace" more with the dragon.

It’s also unclear if Thistle had a say in how much of ‘Falin the human’ is in control? He very well might have suppressed her somehow when he changed her form to be more dragonlike. That might also be due to just getting back the dragon meat though— and the dragon meat itself might be why/how the brainspace is shared. There is a lot less of Falin’s body in the chimera than there is of the dragon, body mass wise. Dungeon Meshi is a lot about physicality so I wouldn’t be surprised with this reasoning. But there’s the whole mind control soul bond situation too…

The mind bond is another thing that’s left mostly to interpretation when it comes to the details. She feels compelled to listen to the dungeon lord’s orders as a monster created and owned by it, like the dragons Thistle summoned during the fight at his house, but again like we see with the dragons, if the monster has a "strong will" it can disobey to some level without being punished by the bind or anything. The eyes of the magician, the small wyverns, level-of-control wise can’t be accurate examples because they’re sort of like familiars, Thistle can see through their eyes in real time no matter where they are but it’s only this species as far as we know. So otherwise the mind bond is more subtle… There’s also the question of how much the control is shared between the dungeon lord and the demon, which again Thistle’s situation is exceptional because he managed to seal his demon in a book, presumably all the power goes through Thistle without the intermediate of the winged lion, though we do see he has some reach since he reaches Laios through his dreams. ANYWAYS all that to say. I do really ponder about how a dungeon lord's monsters get their orders, like... For the fight on the first floor, did Falin just feel Thistle's agony in her bones and came clawing and barging her way in desperately and angrily to protect him because of his distress, or did he more directly demand she come, consciously or not?! Idk, since Falin is actively protective of him unlike the dragons who reluctantly listen to him, her being very fast and intense about it doesn’t have to be forced… It’d be interesting if she can sense his feelings, wants or thoughts, bc I don’t think it’s as conscious as like, telepathically communicating "hey you, do this"…? Pondering, pondering. Mind bond <3 Soulbound <3

They’re both very trapped in the past… I wonder if as Faligon a lot of her mind goes back to memories of Laios and such, if she’s in a dreamlike state and not just sort of absent, where would her mind retreat... I don’t think so like I said I think she’s mostly driven by dragonlike mindlessness, but still… Thistle stuck in the search of Delgal, thinking back to everything they’ve shared and where it all went wrong obsessively, and Falin, sort of larping that she’s still beside Laios, not unlike how Thistle treats having the corpses of the royal family at his house like them being safe. Delusions. Idk I just want more character studies.

The metaphors in this truly… It’s not literal, like def not something that happens during canon at no point are they or could be ever atop a mountain of frames and paintings of the Golden Kingdom’s royal family and fine art lmaoo, so then like the meaning behind it all… She offers him reprieve, an outsider from all the Golden Kingdom expectations and drama, just someone warm to lean on, someone who’ll stay…….. I love Faligon pushing him to rest and nap so much. Man has first nap in a thousand years. Feather duvet like a nice warm pillow. The peace she offers him man……. Live in the present bbygirl Unfortunately it doesn't help. Look at them eyebags… Man needs to sleep!!

Part 2

^ This panels drives me crazy It’s the possessivity. It’s the "my". It’s the "stealing".

What if you have fear of abandonment and think you have to prove your worth for people to stay by your side. What if belonging to someone makes you feel like you belong and you feel loved and soothed by it lowkey, feel like it makes things easy. What if I was bought as a slave and servant but I was adopted into a pretty loving family. What if ownership is what love looks like to me. What if that’s why I have no problem rationalizing keeping people against their will in a glorified kingdom-prison, because that’s just what someone with the power who Knows Better does, and… Did he always call her his dragon hello? Feelings

He is not letting it go damn He hates when people mess with what's his. Or Delgal’s.

But imagine. The dragon is like, the last thing he has. The Golden Kingdom has moved on from him, everything is shit, but his dragon is the last thing he still has some realm of like. Ownership over. But that ownership is kinda just his sense of belonging. His role, his duty. So it’s like "Don’t steal the last thing I have" especially if post-canon… It’s thinking from his time as a jester bought into a loving family that ownership is natural in love and care. It’s thinking that’s the way you get to belong beside someone, beside earning that through achievements and being useful and capable. Everything is being stolen away from him. Control and things and people and even the importance he has to the Golden Kingdom as he becomes part of the background & past history and the kingdom switches into new hands aka Laios’…

My dragon, not the dragon. I do like to imagine especially after the berries he’s starting to feel differently about her. He keeps being like "you’re acting odd, dragon". His dragon is special. She’s not just another regular monster npc to easily replace, there’s human contact in there. His dragon just for him. <3

I do think Falin has some issues with like, asking to be with the people she loves, feeling safe in asking for that, that she’s worth that. She follows them and is quiet and just takes the crumbs of love that they offer, she doesn’t ask Marcille at the academy to spend lunches with her, doesn’t ask anything of her distant busy father and ill anxious mother… The person she did ask things of, Laios, who she always asked to go travel the world with him and whatnot, left her behind. Like how Delgal left Thistle. Theme of leaving </3 theme of family and abandonment issues </3 So she just follows and cares after them and makes herself useful and is grateful she gets to be beside them at all. So yeah what I’m saying is being owned/belonging to someone might feel yeah like, belonging. Being One Person's. He’s seen her at her worst and most bloody and raw, and still wants her? Very comforting And especially post-canon he doesn’t need her to be witty or useful or such, he just needs her love and that’s what she has lots to give.

Do you think Falin wants to be needed… Do you think she’s a little restless if she doesn’t feel like she is, like she thinks just like Laios people might leave you behind and you never see them again. It’s also because of what she said, that she put others before herself, that she just followed/imprinted on her parents/Laios/Marcille. She avoided conflict, she wanted to be liked and live in peace. The only times she was selfish, she hurt people (left school for Laios, sacrificed herself for them, teleported them out despite possibly hurting people on the surface), so she chooses to be selfless instead. "One of the most selfish things i've ever done was barely even for the sake of myself" - Falin and Toshiro both hah Falin is often told she doesn’t care the right way or not enough, you’re cutting classes Falin, I’m upset you left me and you don’t even seem to think it’s a big deal Falin, you shouldn’t have sacrificed yourself to save me (her not noticing her ostracization in her village wasn’t told to her but I’m including it also). And with Toshiro when considering her proposal, she was worried to accept because yeah it’s have been convenient but she wouldn’t be reciprocating his feelings in the way he wants and expected her to with what he asked of her… And she’s worried it wouldn’t be right… Bc she doesn’t care about the proposal on the same level he does….. I just think that’s neat I think that Falin caring both too little and too much, with laser focus on Laios & Marcille neglecting even herself, is a big part of her. She focuses on others and their emotional needs so so much always, babygirl be selfish for a while…

Thistle’s interaction with Laios is interesting too, especiaoly when Kaios heals him. How he looks at his shoulder, surprised and confused… Guy who's used to not having his personal needs met because he's so busy doing everything for the people he cares about receives care??? Woah that’s crazy Something something being so unused to human contact and affection that you don’t know how to process it and don’t recognize it when it happens/stares you right in the face. Thistle the Toudens are gonna make you open up ur heart to humans again on god…

What if… He doesn’t want to admit she’s not the dragon. If he admits it’s not the dragon that means giving up some control… This was not in his plan, he doesn’t know how well he can control a chimera rather than a dragon, it’s weakness it’s vulnerability it’s feeling like he’s losing his grip on everything again and thus losing his place and purpose. Hmm…

Finding yourself through someone else… Because defining yourself through others is what you’ve always done… Yeah. Yeah.

I do love it tying into Falin’s arc of finding herself. Like, she doesn’t remember her time as a chimera, she just remembers this guy she has conflicted but fond feelings of for some reason, so say if they travel post-canon, traveling with him would also be a way to figure out more how she’s feeling, and then there’s how when looking at him she gets the feeling that it’s been a long time he hasn’t lived for himself either… And like for him traveling is about seeing the world a bit too. Seeing it not as something to control or always dangerous but something to explore, and just enjoy the little things instead of worrying about the court. And just. Aghhhh. He hasn’t had someone on his side for centuries. Sighs. Of course Yaad also becomes that largely but traveling post-canon with Falin… Would love to see that in fancontent

Them growing to SEE each other, with the film in front of their eyes slowly fading away. Both of them coming out of it more genuine than they’d been even before meeting, before becoming warped, growing more comfortable in their skin and with the thought of connecting with others. It’s the mutual care <33 it’s having been on each other’s side at both your ugliest <3 Unconventional caring...

Toshiro saying "you can’t tie down a dragon" is always so good… Someone should so do stuff with that. "But you can tame it" / "I tried to once" / "but she chose to stay with me anyways"… Musical theme of How to Train your Dragon starts playing in the distance

When/after they get together, I feel like their relationship isn’t something they like to label… If anything it’s like. Partner. Or calling each other by name… Him calling her my dragon, except now it’s warm and personal would be so. Aughh <3 But then that just also makes the first time he calls her by name so huge.

Conclusion

They and their relationship is weird and unusual but that’s just how they are, and how they need to accept themselves (again: as they are) and roll with it! And make a place in the world for them anyways!

Magic forced them to be vulnerable in front of each other but it’s them who have to like… Be pushed out of their passivity and do something with that vulnerability.

BROTHERSSS THEY’RE BOTH ALL ABOUT BROTHERS. LEAVING. OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY. OUT OF TOUCH WITH THEMSELVES AND THEIR OWN IDENTITY. In a twisted way only the other would understand what it’s like.

Thistlin is so crazy, in humanizing you it humanizes me, in recognizing you for what you are I get more back in touch with the world again.

Flighted birds have hollow bones. With freedom there are risks and drawbacks. Thistle was Falin’s.

It’s not everyday you can have a ship where both characters are out of touch with reality and others and themselves and have this weird almost innate bond of her being compelled to protect him and care for him and him holding onto that unknowingly… Even if he didn’t need to, keeping her by himself and sitting on her while he plans and has a panic attack….. And also he owns her and robbed her of her freedom & body & full mind but she still wuvs him. Weird intimacy with the guy who horrifically changed you into something else, and yet is not even aware he has done it.

Falin loves nature and Thistle is named after a flower… Her post-canon coming across wild thistles and feeling a rush of fondness and she doesn’t know why… Thistles have thorns, but they taste sweet. Just gotta peel them off and enjoys the sweet taste of it once it’s open <3 Eat it like them honeysuckles

Slice of life 40k words thistlin sitcom I need you. Don’t make me write it myself. Sob

You are so so close sweetie…

wutiwant

I don't know what I want But I know it's not this These words don't mean nothing Once they left my lips More awake inside of my dreams Was that really you, next to me? Give me what I want, who am I supposed to please? Who am I supposed to please? Who am I? Who am I? I? Give me what I want Give me what I want

Some links, since the pair is small enough that finding stuff for them can be hard: Falin & Thistle search on pixiv Falin & Thistle search on danbooru Ao3: Thistle x Falin, Thistle & Falin

My own spotify playlists: Thistle & Falin, Thistle, Falin

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#Early thistle my beloved #Qpr or romo who knows Thistle has a job so he don’t really care about that rn #They’re only allowed to send each other mind waves and feed each other’s deep seated loneliness in ways neither can express #Like how do u even begin talking about these two damn. Sighhh. Looking wistfully out my window #Fumi rambles #Thistle #falin touden #thistlin #falisle #Maybe lol #thistle x falin #A buddy said they’re like ghibli romance and then my mind got consumed by a spirited away au for them #Sissel #Dunmeshi rarepairs #Analysis #Like I often say I love to explore a character through a relationship and for Thistle that’s Falin to me #The arc of it all… “are you even a dragon or what’ you’ve been acting strange since you changed forms” progress omg…. You are so close #Making castles out of the building blocks canon gave us #They’re both devoted body and soul to their brothers like augh. They both drive themselves into the ground for them #This is really just a collection of thoughts and i repeat myself a lil. The structure of this is so shite feel free to just skim or whateve #Their lives are centered around otherssss i can’t get over it #Psspspsps thistlin fans come you are sweet now my sweet child. If anyone wants 5.5k words of thistlin meta here u go #Happy 1 year in the dunmeshi fandom to me. Going back to my roots

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[Caesar and Proximus' day to day life] [headcanons]

Summary: You're a human companion to the two apes, this is little things to expect as you live with them and in addition, the rest of the apes.

Word count: 900+

Warnings: None that I can think of! This is mostly platonic, some romance in Caesars if you squint.

Pronouns: Not specified.

A/N: first Planet of the apes request!! I'm so excited, shoutout to the other writers on ao3 I've looked up to for years. I hope this is okay anon! I couldn't reference back to your ask since I lost it and I hope this is the general idea you were hoping for 💀🙏

[Caesar]

For the sake of this, Caesar did NOT die at the end of war, and you're immune to the disease! (Nova is also fine here bc fuck you that's my daughter)

Truth be told it was very very very fortunate for you that you appealed to his good side after all this time, He's tired.

Tired of being hurt, tired of losing family, but he has no choice but to push on, when you offered at first to help him with any injuries or issues that arise in the colony, it's a firm no.

Despite everything he's been through, Caesar does love humans, he think a part of him always will, so just keep trying and you will crack his shell.

Once you two finally have something akin to friendship, is when he finally learns that he can rely on you.

It isn't uncommon to see you holding Cornelius and walking to and from different parts of the colony, Caesar trying in vain to tell you to let the boy down, saying you'll start to spoil him (it's too late, Cornelius will start to go to you for when his dad tells him no.)

Caesar doesn't really think he'd ever find another mate, but without his notice, you start to fill in that role.

Spending the most time with him, helping him make decisions, taking care of Cornelius, helping the other apes learn and sign, you take on the role fairly well.

It isn't uncommon for you to tend to his wounds, he prefers to go to you versus the others, he acts akin to a child when in your care though, hissing dramatically when you rub a salve on his forearm. It results in you slapping his shoulder and it makes him laugh.

Speaking of laughing, he never thought having you around would lighten the weight of the world he constantly holds over his shoulders, you make him feel young again. Before all of this.

He grows fonder of you when he sees some aspects of Caroline in you, noting just how loving and caring you are not only to him, but to everyone, Maurice, Rocket, even Bad ape with how much of an odd ball he is.

Caesar may be the leader (and old, you remind him. He ignores you.) but it doesn't mean he can stay at the colony all day, he goes out to hunt with the others, and when he does, he'll come to you and do a palms up, waiting for your permission.

He doesn't need it, but it makes you feel better when you see him off.

Maybe this is me projecting but he is SO possessive of you, he's lost so much, he lost Buck, Luca, Blue eyes, Cornelia, Koba, Will, his grandfather.

It puts him on the defense, never wanting you to go anywhere without at least one ape to protect you. It'll lead to arguments you Will not win.

Sorry if you just want to go to the river to wash up, either he's coming with you or Rocket is. Too Bad so sad.

Other apes come to you to ask you to ask Caesar if they can do something they Know he would never approve of, it's because they know out of everyone here, with the exception of a handful of apes, you're his soft spot.

Many apes were concerned with you joining them, but you've earned your spot among them, you are loved and trusted.

Koba would be rolling in his grave, seeing you work alongside Caesar, being a genuinely good person and a loving companion.

[Proximus]

It's canon that Proximus has a fondness for humans, but it's so severely different than Caesars, no matter how much he claims to be like the former.

You're more so of a toy to him, similar to Trevathan, but while he reads the Bonobo literature and teaches him things, you're like a pet. You keep him entertained.

This isn't to say he treats you cruelly though, all things considered, you're taken care of fairly well with a lot of luxuries the other apes under his rule are not privy to.

You wear a collar, which is demeaning, but it is better than having a chain connected to it, so everyone knows you're his.

Poor Sylva being forced to be your guard when you ask if you can go walking alone the beach, he doesn't want to do it but he WILL (he becomes fond of you begrudgingly, partially out of respect for Proximus but you're too nice for your own good, asking him how his day is going and whatnot. He hates you.)

Proximus calls you pet, btw. He knows your name but will only use it when it's the two of you or for special occasions.

Brings you out into the colony to show you all the progress being made, he's looking for his ego to be inflated, go ahead and do it so you two can head back inside and get out of the heat.

He likes to show you off while he does, telling his subjects that you're special, like Nova was to Caesar. He's delusional and Caesar would be fucking pissed to be compared.

He doesn't need you to do much honestly, you're meant to sit there and look pretty and make him feel important. Maybe help him out with grooming and taking care of his belongings. He trusts you to mend and keep his crown and his attire in good condition.

Likes to play with your hair, the texture is different than apes, and he finds it soothing to run his fingers through it or just pet your head. Once again, it is very demeaning, but it could be worse.

Like Caesar, he is possessive and will try and limit your contact with the others in fear you'll like them more. Your little trio consists of you, himself, and Sylva. He lets you interact with Trevathan, but it's not an everyday thing.

He does care for you more than he'd ever admit, but it doesn't mean he'll particularly change for your sake, at least not intentionally. He's kinda insane and kinda a piece of shit, and you're aware of this.

Makes you sit next to him when he hosts dinners, making sure to pat your head and coo at you (When Noa first sees you at the table getting treated like how he'd treat an eagle, he gives you one of his signature side eyes bc lmao what the fuck is going on)

When it comes down to the ending of the movie when he dies, you're at a loss, Mae frankly thinks you're too far gone, and Noa is not willing to take a chance to offer you a home.

All you have really left to do is to go back to the colony and what's left of it, back to the remaining apes and humans still left unattended. Telling them they're free to go.

At some point among the years of being the closest to Proximus, you do care for him, and it's hard to think he's gone, he offered you a sense of security and belonging, but it's gone now.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

#heres the apes post lets see if anyone unfollows me /j #i dont care i warned on the pin LMAO #teddy loves apes ☆#planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes #pota #kotpota #planet of the apes caesar #kingdom of the planet of the apes Proximus Caesar #Proximus Caesar #Caesar

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shrewtia · 1 day

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How old does Zohakuten appear?

So far, I've seen a few people on Tumblr and other platforms talk about how Zohakuten appears to them like a child. And I think in the minds of many they might even imagine him being younger than some of the main characters like Tanjiro.

Usually in anime, characters look younger or older than they actually are, be it due to the author's intention or because of the art style. Especially with Demon Slayer, the characters usually look younger than they are because of the art style that makes most characters appear to be about the same height due to their proportions. So since we can't really rely on the appearance of the characters, because we see them through the lense of the art style, I thought I'd try to see if we can find out what age Zohakuten is really supposed to look like.

Luckily, we get a direct comparison in the manga and anime from one of the characters.

In her fight with Zohakuten, Mitsuri compares him to look to be about the same age as her brother.

In neither the manga or the anime do we ever get told the age of her younger brother. We know that she has several siblings and from the manga and fan book we know that her brother was born right after her.

So from that, we can roughly estimate how much older than her brother Mitsuri is.

In one of the flashbacks we can see a toddler Mitsuri trying to help out her pregnant mother. We're also given her exact age at that time.

In the anime, we get to see her pregnant mother from a different angle.

Judging from these images, and comparing them to pictures of other pregnant women, we can assume that she's about 25 to 30 weeks pregnant at that point.

So from that we can calculate that Mitsuri's brother is about one and a half years younger than her.

Knowing Mitsuri's age to be about 19 when she was fighting Zohakuten, we now know that her younger brother was about 17 to 18 years old at that time. We don't know how long it's been since she last saw him, since she's a busy hashira. But due to her close relationship to her siblings, I think it can be assumed she tries to visit as often as possible, so it's not like she was picturing her brother at 14 years old for example.

On the other hand, her mental image of her brother might be distorted to some degree, since he's still her little brother and I think we all see our younger siblings as much younger than they're actually are.

Nonetheless, I think it can safely be said, that Zohakuten does not appear like anything younger than 15 to the characters in Demon Slayer. I actually think he's supposed to look somewhere between 15 and 18, since he's about the same height as Tanjiro, who was about 16 at the time they fought. I know I've stated before, that most characters look about the same height as the main characters, but that Zohakuten and Tanjiro are about the same height is seen in the official concept art. Which also tells us Zohakuten is about 165 cm or 5'5''.

Personally, I'd say he's physically about 16 years old. So yes, physically he is a child/teenager. Mentally, he's a 200+ year old demon's hatred personified.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zohakuten #hantengu #mitsuri kanroji

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sixeyescurseuser · 2 days

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Thinking about Dinosaur AU where Gojo is a rare breed of dino so he’s never met another one like him besides his mum - who he’s long been separated from.

Thus, when he comes across a dino that looks similar to him but in a different font, Gojo gets super curious.

So what better thing to do than to observe (in secrecy)?

Cue Dino Gojo hiding behind trees and crouching behind shrubs as he watches this other Dino walk around, eat, and interact with other creatures.

Except Gojo is quite large so he’s just sticking out of the bushes and the other Dino, Geto is like ??

Geto keeps munching on his leaves though cuz he’s hungry. He considers leaving some behind in case this rando dino is also hungry…

When Geto moves to walk away, Gojo trails behind like a smol, lost Dino.

Geto isn’t too pressed about it.

Until the third consecutive day.

In one moment, Gojo watches his new obsession walk across the field, and in the next moment the other Dino disappears!

How could Gojo have lost sight of him so quickly ?

Gojo wanders around around a bit, the tall grass tickling his under belly.

Until suddenly, the Dino he had been coincidentally tailing suddenly pops up in front of him.

Geto had crouched low in the grass and crawled to appear right in front of this Dino Gojo!

Geto makes a rumbly noise. What’s the big idea!? Why are you following me?

Gojo swivels his long neck to look to the side. I’m doing no such thing!

Geto narrows his eyes. He leans in close, so close their noses almost touch.

Gojo sniffs innocently, unmoving.

Why does this Dino have its eyes covered? This sure is a weird dino, Geto concludes.

With a warning growl, Geto turns around and starts walking away. Except ten steps away, he pauses.

Against his better judgement, Geto looks behind him.

The random Dino stays where it was, watching Geto, but upon seeing Geto look back, it sits its rump down and avoids Geto’s gaze.

Geto turns back and take ten more steps.

He looks back.

The other dino is the same distance away, still sat on its rump.

Another ten steps, another look back.

Gojo is even closer, somehow having managed to sneak in fifteen steps after Geto before sitting on his haunches.

Geto’s tail agitatedly swishes behind him. He seems to have picked himself up a stray.

Therefore, Gojo sticks around and Geto decidedly lets him.

Their first night together, they sleep at least five feet apart, large blobs curled into balls with their necks, tails, and limbs neatly tucked in.

Though with each coming night, the distance between them gets smaller, Gojo pushing to see how close he can lay next to Geto.

Gojo shows Geto his own ways of getting the most flavorful leaves, or shows how he likes to roll around in the grass.

This is the first time Gojo is sharing his methods of finding the best leaves. After witnessing Geto happily chew, Gojo decides that his favorite leaves taste best when shared.

They must make quite an image, walking side by side as two massive Dinos of the same rare Dino species.

When Geto feels their tails brush, he nearly freezes. He’s never touched tails with another Dino before…the sensation sends fuzzy vibrations all the way from the tip of this tail to the curve of his snout!

It’s very nice having a companion, he concludes.

But one morning, Geto wakes up alone, no Gojo in sight. He panics, thinking Gojo left him!

Geto makes wailing sounds to see if Gojo will came back. The sight of Gojo stomping back comes a few seconds later. Upon hearing Geto’s distressed noises, Gojo had immediately abandoned chasing butterflies to run back to his friend.

Gojo comes back and makes little whimpering noises. What happened! What’s wrong?

Geto just nuzzles against Gojo’s neck, which Gojo returns, albeit a bit confused.

After a long sigh, Geto meets Gojo’s eyes.

I thought you left me.

Gojo's nostrils flare.

No no no! I would never! Never! he expresses.

Geto still looks a bit worried, so Gojo nuzzles their noses together more insistently.

I promise, Gojo means.

Geto exhales in relief. He lets out a happy grunt, then nudges Gojo so they're laying down on the ground.

Geto rests his long neck along Gojo's back, igniting their first cuddle session.

Gojo falls asleep that night to the feeling of a warm body nestled against his own.

***

Both Dinos had to fight to survive. Especially when when they were young, they had accumulated many scars from fending off predators. Now that they’re older and bigger, most predators wont bother approaching them.

But sometimes, a bold, powerful dino will try its luck.

This is how a family of T-Rex find Gojo, alone, as he picks flowers for Geto.

The family quickly surrounds Gojo, who drops the flowers he had been collecting.

Gojo frantically turns in circles, anticipating for the first T-Rex to strike. He usually would’ve been more prepared because he would hear the T-Rex’s steps, but he had been lost in his own world, too focused on the flowers!

Gojo quickly deflects the first few attacks from the T-Rexes. But then, the flowers he had so carefully picked for Geto end up trampled underneath a T-Rex’s foot.

Upon seeing the crushed flowers, Gojo lets out an upset screech. A T-Rex swiftly claws Gojo’s leg, causing him to nearly lose balance and fall over-

Suddenly, a familiar blur of gray and yellow jumps in!

Geto is FURIOUS. HE’S WHIPPING HIS TAIL AND SWINGING HIS NECK AND KICKING HIS HIND LEGS!

HE STANDS IN FRONT OF GOJO AND TAKES ON ANYONE AIMING FOR HIS COMPANION!

Geto may end up with some scratches here and there, but he’ll do anything to protect what’s his!

Gojo quickly regains his footing and tag teams with Geto. After a ferocious battle, they eventually scare the T-Rexes off.

Gojo is ecstatic Geto came to help. He makes a happy yipping sound as he bounds over to Geto with impending zoomies.

But Geto has other plans. Instead, he herds Gojo a ways away, leading them up a hill and to a small burrow.

The flowers, Gojo thinks sadly…

But Geto doesn’t give him too much time to sulk.

With a grunt, Geto makes Gojo lay down as he inspects every part of Gojo, looking over the injuries.

Gojo paws at Geto’s face, rumbling in his chest.

I’m okay!

Geto lowers his head and bumps their noses together.

I was so worried.

Geto finally settles down next to Gojo, whose tail wags because he’s so, so warm.

Gojo leans his weight against Geto, content to feel the expanse of Geto’s rib cage expand and contract.

Thank you for helping me, he says with a chirp.

Geto huffs at that.

I will always help you. We’re together now.

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w/ @no-one-says-hi

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If anyone has links to other fanarts of those Dino Satosugu, I would very much appreciate them because I lost all of them 🥹

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #goge #cerdrabbles #dinosaur Satosugu #fluff #tiny angst

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Do you think Eddie's hit rock bottom or will he have farther to fall in the finale first? The few reactions I've seen from journalists who've already seen the episode give me some hope he's there and will start working his way out. His convo with Buck shows he's recognizes and can admit certain things with Kim and Shannon and his current mental state, and I think Marisol and Chris walking in will be the final reality slap in the face for him to keep taking better action. But some of the things Ryan and others have said (the isolation? fresh start?) make me wonder if there's still rougher waters he has to hit first. I'm curious for your opinion.

i think eddie has hit rock bottom, and the finale + s8 will be him crawling back up from the hole. the synopsis doesn't really give me the feeling that eddie is going to mess up more, it seems to be more focused on the repercussions now. this plus the fact that he seems to be self aware now...

the isolation thing i feel like doesn't have to do with him falling further, but maybe with a few different things all at once. i feel like chris will begin s8 with distancing himself with his dad, and spending more time relying on buck for things, which causes eddie to feel alone in one way. next, i think the firehouse is burning down, or they're getting split up a different way (gerrard could be coming back? no way they brought him back just for chimney to eat him up with one line), so at work he'll be isolated as well. finally, i think he'll have some sort of feelings realization, and start to self-distance himself from buck as a coping mechanisim, and in turn bobby because that's pretty much buck's father (unless he does die, in which case even worse).

i haven't figured out what the "fresh start" and "new lifestyle" could mean exactly, but i'm leaning towards it referencing being single and having just figured out his sexuality.

i hope that made sense, i'm very under caffeinated lol

#911 spoilers #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz

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A rant on interpretations of Joowon and Dongsik I guess?

honestly when I finished watching beyond evil back in november and went on tumblr to check out the fandom, I was genuinely shocked by the amount of "daddy dom" Dongsik content lol.

To me, the only character less "daddy dom" in that show is Jeongjae.

I just do not see it at all, it's like a different character to me when I encounter that interpretation. You mean the character who is constantly either crying or on the verge of tears, who is completely falling apart, and whose character arc is mainly letting himself rely on other people and finally letting someone else do the dirty work for him and save him, is "daddy"?? how is my poor pathetic little meow meow bratty menace a "daddy"??

I feel the same way about this like, shy and unsure and blushing Joowon I frequently encounter. who is this??? Where is my arrogant, shameless bitch?? The man who will say, from the bottom of his heart, that he can't help being better than everyone else, who doesn't care about the opinions of those he considers beneath him (so, everyone)

The man who looks at an unsolved, cold case spanning 20 years and many, many murders, and confidently says to himself "yeah I can crack that within three months, with no assistance, no problem"

he will break into every single property that you own and accuse you of murder and put a gun to your head and flirt with you to intimidate you and say the vilest shit, and he will not feel a single ounce of shame for it (until the very unpleasant realisation that his father was the murderer all along. whoops)

The trembling little baby petal imposter is extremely uinteresting to me.

Joowon is the antagonist in the first half of the series, and even for a bit in the second half.

he's supposed to be unlikeable!

he's a rich asshole used to getting his way with zero consequences, used to everything being served on a silver platter, used to being the best, and it is glorious and cathartic every single time to watch him be forced into the mud with all the dirty little peasants and be humiliated by a country bumpkin in a series of the most powerful uno reverse scenes ever witnessed.

Joowon has never been bullied in his life, he IS the bully. A pathetic little bully struggling under the shadow of his father and the fact that no one in his life truly loves him - and that is never excused in the show. it is vital the we only get the scene of his mother abandoning him right before he stops being an asshole and goes all in on redeeming himself.

This means that the show carefully, purposefully never has a scene of Joowon being awful, after it has been revealed what he went through. Thus the audience is never made to excuse his behaviour - that well known feeling of "well ___ happened to him as a child, so I understand why he is doing what he is doing right now"

Beyond Evil is filled with characters who have gone through hell and decided to be better people for it - he has no excuse.

The show really goes out of its way to NOT paint him as a poor little rich boy - he is an asshole with a lot of power at his disposal - power which he uses to tear down the foundation of the power itself, in order to help Dongsik - and that is what makes him so amazing!!! He truly leaves himself with nothing, so that he can save Dongsik, and he feels absolutely zero regret.

the thing that redeems him is his ability to adapt so completely, and utterly change who he is as a person. and it is so important that no one in the series ever tells him that he needs to be a better person, or else!

he comes to that conclusion largely on his own. He simply looks at Dongsik and his fucked up life, and makes the decision to devote himself to helping him. And that is really the main point of his character arc - becoming a person capable of empathy and helping someone else, even if it doesn't help him personally, and even if it actively damages him.

And while the transformation is met with much needed support (Dongsik) and advice (Jaeyi), as I said, no one ever tells him to do it. He is the one who seeks out Jaeyi to ask for advice on friendship and Dongsik clearly tells him several times that he can do and think whatever he wants.

And I loooove him in the epilogue - that maturity that he has developed. that brash arrogance has turned into quiet self assurance and he will show up to the death anniversary of a man whose death he is partially resonsible for, fully expecting to be treated coldly by the people who are essentially bereaved kin, just so that he can pay his respects.

And when he is invited warmly inside he gently informs everyone that he doesn't mind using shared items anymore (he wants to be a part of the community!)

and he looks the man he loves straight in the eyes and quietly but confidently says "I like" (no subject!! because that is how korean works) (also in the BTS rehearsal for the scene Jingoo literally nudges Hakyun's arm after the line and they both giggle. so)

And then the end scene, where Dongsik shows off his own character development and lets himself be emotionally vulnerable so that he can wish Joowon well, even if it's veiled in a joke and clumsy and is still embarassing - and Joowon immediately understands what he means and easily replies back with a joke of his own (don't use banmal with me/don't treat me like a child)

(which, in my opinion means something like "you don't need to worry about me" - which is also such a relief for Dongsik who has lived the last 20 years caring about everyone but himself and desperately doing what he could to avoid losing anyone else and mostly failing oh god oh fuck)

He has come so far!! never has a character like Joowon made me change my opnion of them so radically, from "I loathe him and want to punt him into an active volcano" to like, crying with pride. Look at how far he's come!!!

The way he really swooped into Dongsik's life in order to ruin it, looked at Dongsik and went "he can fix me" without asking, and became a sort of prince from a fairy tale come to save the princess from the dragon instead. what a character!!

I have no idea what this post is? a rant about character interpretations i guess?

also, again, disclaimer, if you like daddy dom dongsik and blushing trembling joowon that is obviously within your right and you're welcome to block me if you hate my interpetrations lol

#beyond evil #jwds #han joowon #lee dongsik #my post #if there are any glaring mistakes blame it on my irritation #irritation at the VERY LOUD PARTY at 1am that prevents me both from sleeping and thinking

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🎲 maybe Bev could give Josie a kiss 🤔

Oh, to finally find friendship in someone else in your field, but find yourself on opposite sides of a conflict you could never truly grasp the scale of…

#39 - A Hesitant Kiss

The tales of London most Sequencers had heard growing up painted the fallen city as a dismal. Cold, and dark, and full of purposeless people struggling to find meaning. The dreary cobblestone streets were filled with disorganized souls pushing this way and that, with misery around every corner. Everything was drowning in chaos, in expression, in colours the young engineer couldn’t see. Nothing like the warm, bright, efficient life on the Geode, where everything ran in time with everything else.

No, nothing at all like home.

Professor Ashwood’s lab wasn’t quite as chaotic as the streets outside, far from it. Everything had its proper place - though some of it relied on a color coding system Beverley couldn’t quite grasp - and when the professor was at the helm, the laboratory ran with an efficiency any of his superiors would’ve been proud of. Not like they would ever know, of course. Beverley had tried his best to keep his hours in Professor Ashwood’s laboratory out of his reports to his superiors - after all, they knew that part of his posting here was to study. There wasn’t anything of note about that. He was there to learn. The soft comfort that came from finally donning the protective gear and entering the laboratory proper, wearing a smile that almost felt his own, well, that was clearly only the passion for his studies. The place was familiar, and calming, but that was all. Nothing of note. Certainly nothing outside his expected role here. He’d learned so much from the professor, after all.

That’s what made this difficult.

Beverley wasn’t exactly a hard figure to miss, parting the small crowd of fellow students as he walked towards Professor Ashwood’s office. The hustle and bustle of the crowd still set him on edge, with chaotic threads slicing through his vision at every turn. So much talking, so many different warps and shifts - it was enough to make Beverley’s head pound, if not for the dark lenses buffering out the worst of it. He didn’t wish the crowd could’ve stalled him for longer, that someone might’ve called out to him and delayed his journey. No, of course not. He had work to do.

He couldn’t help but hesitate before knocking on her door, though. Beverley’s hands shook, slightly, old scars prickling with half-forgotten pain. The script he’d written looped in his mind, over and over again.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a short task on the Admirality’s orders, and I’ll be gone for some time.

Simple, polite, and to the point. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. Beverley knocked on the door, trying to suppress the hope that she simply wasn’t in.

“Please, come in.” Josephine’s voice, calm and professional as always.

Beverley’s pale form had to stoop a touch to enter her office, a bright smile on his face as always. Golden thread twisted elegant knots in his stomach. “Professor Ashwood! I hope you’re well- could you spare me a moment, perhaps?” He said, fighting to keep his voice light.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a task on my superior's personal orders. I’ll be gone for some time. I don’t know when I’ll be back. It’s a simple, nothing to worry about.

“Can I help you with anything, Mr. Beverley?” Josephine’s voice cut through his thoughts. She stood in front of him. He knew exactly what to say. He’d had it in mind all day.

“I, ah, well…” Beverley swallowed dryly. “I’m… I’m going to be absent, for some time. Admiralty business, I’ve talked it over with the deans of course, I merely wanted to say my goodbyes in person.”

He could see the gears turning in her head - why would he be called out on business as a student sponsored by the admiralty? Why would such business take him out of classes? Beverley continued speaking, rushing to fill the air - he couldn’t answer her questions without risking something far worse.

“You’ve been a wonder to learn from, Professor- I truly mean that, you’ve…” Complicated everything. “Aided me greatly, in so much.”

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned to build and detonate several explosives on campus for the purposes of killing your colleagues. This is what I was made to do, you know. Don’t worry - I won’t be back.

She had to be talking at this point. Consciously, Beverley knew that Josephine had to be speaking to him, and that he was responding. It was all a blur, though. He was thankful she couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses. Gold crackled lightly in his gaze, trying desperately to keep the honey-gold grip on his mind intact.

Beverley reached out to shake her hand. And then he was holding her hand. And then.

“Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough, Professor. And I…” Fear was bleeding into his tone. The handshake had gone on for too long. A headache was blooming in the corner of his temple. Then all of a sudden, Beverley raised Josephine’s hand to his lips, barely a kiss. The tremble in his voice was even clearer. “Something glorious is coming, Professor, I’m sorry. For your sake, I hope you never see me again.”

Then, with more fear in his heart than he’d ever admit, Beverley ran.

#zeeposting #kiss ask game #officer beverley #my fic #this one kicked my ass whoops #fun fact: the event here did happen in the sequencer GC sandbox #but Bev didn’t get to blow anyone up #(the pawnbroker did)#I love their dynamic so much… mwah……..#wanted to leave this one open ended for consequences (tm)#as I feel like him getting live interrogated didn’t fit the spirit of kiss prompt lol

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Ammon's Birthday Card 2024 Translation.

Part 1.

Now is the time when it is getting warmer and the flowers in the garden are starting to bloom beautifully. Tomorrow will be Ammon's birthday. Birthdays this year... I've already decided what I'll give to the butlers. A ring that can be worn on the pinky. Wearing this ring... They say that the meaning of it is to “prevent happiness from leaving.” Having learned this meaning, I immediately went to Ammon, preparing a small rose quartz ring. Wanting to prepare a special atmosphere for presenting a gift, I wrote a letter to Ammon.

"Let's have dinner together on your birthday."

After the butlers fell asleep... I left a letter under the door to the butlers' room on the second floor.

Looking forward to Ammon's reaction to the letter, I fell asleep that day...

*Knock Knock*

Ammon: Master. Can i come in?

You: Of course.

Come in.

Ammon: Good morning, master.

You: Good morning, Ammon.

Ammon: A love letter from master. I got it right ♪

You: Lo-love letter?

Ammon took my letter out of his pocket.

Ammon: According to the letter, master wants to have dinner with me...

Ammon: What you meant is... That you're going on a date with me today, right?

You: Um...

I explained the situation to him. Today is Ammon's day... I want us to go somewhere together and enjoy the atmosphere of this day to the fullest. At the end I would like to enjoy dinner together... And at dinner we will decide where to go next. I told him that since it is his birthday, I want him to enjoy the day without any hesitation.

Ammon: Hehe. It's not a date after all~

Ammon: I'm very glad that the master loves me so much ♪

You: "Love you", you say...

Glad you liked it.

Ammon: Nooo~ Anyway, I'm glad we cleared up this misunderstanding.

Ammon: After reading this letter... I was so carried away that I thought about a date with the master.

You: Have you thought about a date?

Ammon: And I still think about it.

Ammon: Although, it’s probably better not to get too carried away.

Ammon: Having received such a letter from master... I am sure that there is no one who wouldn't be worried.

You: Fufu, right?

Ammon: Of course.

You: Have you already decided where you want to go?

Ammon: I have.

Ammon: Wherever master wants, I will go there too. What would you like to do?

You: I will go wherever Ammon wants.

Ammon: Hehe. I understand, master.

Ammon: Master, who prepared such an important day for me... I'll definitely have fun today ♪

Ammon: Then, rely on me today.

Ammon: Now that we've decided on today's schedule...

Ammon: I still have unfinished business. I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm ready.

And so... We decided to split up and get ready for the walk.

*Knock Knock*

Ammon: Master, I'm ready.

Ammon: Can I come in?

You: Yes.

Come in.

Ammon: Excuse me, Master.

Ammon came into my room again, only in a different suit.

You: This suit...

Ammon: Hehe. Does it suit me?

Ammon: This suit... I think it suits me.

Ammon: From master's point of view... Does it?

You: That's a nice suit.

It suits you.

Ammon: I'm glad. Fleure made this suit for me.

Ammon: The way I look in this suit... I'll definitely make sure you don't forget ♪

Ammon: Well, then... Let's go.

Ammon: There's a carriage waiting outside.

You: Understood.

And so... We got into the carriage that Ammon had prepared.

After a few minutes of rocking in the carriage... We were in front of a cafe in Espoir.

Ammon: So, master. Come in.

Ammon: This is the cafe for today.

Ammon: By the way, this is my favorite cafe.

Ammon: The owner of this cafe is a rare person who treats devil butlers well... I'm sure we'll have a good time.

You: Right.

Owner: I was waiting for you. I will now take you to your table.

It looks like Ammon had reserved a table in advance... As soon as we entered the cafe... The owner took us to a place where we would be hard to notice.

Ammon: Master...

Ammon: Since we have a date today... Is it okay if I sit with you?

You: Certainly.

Ammon: Thank you, master.

Ammon: Then, excuse me.

Ammon pulled out a chair for me to sit... After that he sat down on the opposite side from me.

Ammon: Master, is it okay if I choose our lunch...? I have one recommendation.

Ammon: I'm sure, master will like it too.

You: Then please.

Ammon: Got it.

Then Ammon called the owner... Soon they brought us lunch.

Ammon and I were quite pleased with our lunch. After this we enjoyed tea.

Ammon: Well, I think now is the time...

Ammon called the owner over and whispered something in his ear.

You: What did you say?

Ammon: Eh? Nothing.

Ammon: Well, master... How about a dessert?

Ammon: The desserts in this cafe are very tasty. I hope the master will like it too.

You: Fine.

Okay.

Ammon: Hehe... Got it.

Ammon: Then.... Mhm?

Suddenly Ammon... As if he realized something, his face became serious.

You: What happened, Ammon?

When I looked in the direction where Ammon was looking... I saw several well-built men approaching me.

You: These people..?

Ammon: Uh. I do not know either.

Ammon: But they give off a strange aura.

Ammon: If they talk to you, I will answer... So please don't go anywhere.

Man A: ...You two. The devil butler and his master.

Ammon: Right... Who are you?

Man A: By order of Finlay-sama... We were sent by the Grobaner family.

Man A: Master of the Devil Butlers... We will take you to the Grobaner Mansion.

You: Eh? Me?

Man A: Also note that no chaperone is required. The order is that only master is needed.

Ammon: Are you saying... Only master is called to the Grobaner mansion?

Ammon: This is bad...

Ammon: I can’t just entrust a precious master to strangers like that.

Ammon: If you take the master, I'm going with you. This is the final decision.

You: Ammon...

And for some time the men shouted that they would only take me... But in the end, they allowed Ammon to accompany me.

Ammon: Master... I'm really sorry we're wasting our time on this.

You: It's okay.

Don't worry.

Ammon: Let's quickly deal with these people... And then we will continue our date.

Ammon and I followed the men's instructions and left the cafe... We got into the prepared carriage.

Part 2.

Besides me and Ammon, there were other men in the carriage... Tension was in the air.

Ammon: (This... This is not the road to the Grobaner mansion. At the end of this road... There is a forest and... An unused warehouse. If I remember correctly, this warehouse, according to the latest rumors, is used for kidnappings. You can't believe the rumors, but this is definitely an unsafe place. But I still can’t say that the Grobaner family has nothing to do with these men. Let’s wait a little longer and see how things turn out.)

Ammon: (Besides... If these guys were kidnappers... If it was for money, they would have immediately attacked... As long as there is no danger to master, I will collect information.)

Considering the atmosphere in the carriage and the serious expression on Ammon's face, I became increasingly agitated.

You: (Is everything really okay...)

Ammon then noticed my condition and whispered to me.

Ammon: Master, everything is fine. While I'm here, don't worry about anything.

Ammon: No matter what happens, I will definitely protect master.

Ammon: However, if you are still worried... Would you like to hold my hand?

Ammon: Here you are, master.

The previous expression disappeared from Ammon's face as he extended his hand to me. Ammon looked like he was having fun waiting for me to take his hand. Feeling that he was the same as always, I felt relieved. I took his hand and smiled back.

You: Thank you, Ammon.

Ammon: Hehe. My pleasure.

Ammon: I would be happy if master could rely on me.

Ammon: .....U~m. And yes, master...

Ammon: Since when is your face so red?

Ammon: Maybe... Are you impressed by my cool speeches?

You: D-Don't tease me in this situation.

Ammon: Hehe. Cute ♪

Ammon: I'm glad I made master's heart flutter.

Ammon: Our date may have been interrupted... But my plan will now be even more successful ♪

You: Yeah...

Looking at Ammon's contented face... I feel safe. I waited patiently for the carriage to stop...

........

You: Oh, has the carriage arrived?

Ammon: Oh, looks like we've arrived at our destination.

Ammon: Judging by the distance, we are not that far from the city...

Ammon: ...This... There is no doubt that this is the same warehouse....

You: Eh? Warehouse?

Ammon: Ah~ No, no. These are just rumors.

At the same time... The man who was traveling with us forcefully opened the carriage door.

Man A: Well, we've arrived. Come out.

You: Eh?

Man A: Didn't you hear? Come out quickly!

The arrival point was not Grobaner Mansion... I was surprised to hear the man's harsh words... I suddenly lost the ability to move.

Man A: Tch. Don't you understand?

The man got angry... He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the carriage. I get up in a hurry, but the man's pull causes me to lose my balance on the stairs.

You: Whoa..!

( I'm falling...!)

Ammon: Master..!

At that moment, Ammon grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.

Ammon: Ha... That was dangerous. I was scared for a moment.

Ammon's hand hugged my waist tightly... He supports me so that I don't fall. His hands were much more masculine than I imagined.

You: T-thank you, Ammon.

Ammon: Sorry for catching you so late. I was surprised you were captured so suddenly.

Ammon: Are you okay?

You: Yes, thanks to Ammon.

Ammon: I'm really glad...

Ammon: And by the way... Guys, you've had enough...

Man A: Hee...!

Ammon stares at the man who grabbed my arm earlier. The man got scared and took a step back.

Ammon: Master, let's go out.

You: Mm.

As Ammon carefully led me out of the carriage... He took out his whip.

Ammon: So...

Ammon: It takes a lot of courage to be so cruel to my master.

Ammon: First of all... Who said you can touch master?

Ammon: No one, except me, can touch master without permission.

Unlike the relaxed voice before... Ammon's voice was now filled with anger.

Man A: Hee...!

Man B: Don't be afraid..!

Man B: Even if it's the devil's butler... We have a numerical advantage..!

Man B: This will be an easy win..!

Men: Ooh!

Ammon: .....

Ammon: Master, please watch carefully. Ammon: Bad people, frightening master... I will punish them all ♪

You: Ammon...

And hearing these lines of Ammon... The enraged people immediately rushed to attack.

Ammon: Master, don't look away from me.

Ammon: Master's passionate gaze... I want you to look only at me.

Ammon: Everything cool that is in me... Don't miss a second!

At this moment everything looked like it was on the stage of a play. Ammon successfully defeated the enemies with his whip. Every time he moved his hand... I heard the sound of the wind and the screams of the kidnappers.

*Phew!*

Men: Gha!

Ammon: Hey hey, what's wrong~?

Ammon: Such slow attacks... No matter how hard you try, you cannot defeat me.

It seems that the place where we stopped was an enemy shelter. Enemies appeared one after another. But they immediately fall to the ground.

Ammon: It doesn't matter how many of you there are. I trained hard to protect my master.

Ammon: Today is my birthday... I will do you a special favor.

Ammon: I will make you feel the full force of my whip.

As if to confirm this... His whip never stopped swinging at his enemies.

Ammon: Even if you give up now, it's too late...!

*Whoosh!*

Before we knew it, all the kidnappers had disappeared. Sometimes we could hear groans... It seems that now it is very difficult for them to move.

Ammon: So, this is the end.

Ammon: Hehe. Wasn't it a little overwhelming~?

Ammon: But maybe... The Master will understand how reliable I am.

Ammon: Master, don't you think I was cool?

You: Very cool.

Ammon: Hehe. Thank you.

Ammon: ... By the way... I was with you the whole time, so I think everything is fine, but...

Ammon: Master, are you not injured?

You: I'm fine.

Everything is fine.

Ammon: Yes? That's good...

Ammon: However... When we were riding in the carriage, you were roughly grabbed by the arm...

Ammon: Can I have a look?

You: Fine.

I extended my right hand to Ammon. He looked closely and finally smiled softly, feeling relieved.

Ammon: Okay... It's really okay.

Ammon: From the moment the master was pulled by the hand...

Ammon: I was a little worried that master might have hurt themselves or damaged their arm.

You: I'm sorry to trouble you.

Thank you for worrying about me.

Ammon: Ha... Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. Ammon: So, when everything is calm... Let's take a rest, and then go back to that cafe.

You: Yes.

Ammon: There is still a carriage left here... Ammon: But right now I want to take a walk with master.

Ammon: The cafe is not far from here... Ammon: Maybe master would also like to go for a walk?

You: Fine.

Let's go.

Ammon: Thank you ♪

Ammon: Then...

Ammon: Take my hand, master.

You: Thank you.

Ammon is kind and accompanies me. I remember the feeling of his hand when he held me earlier... The feeling of his strong, courageous hands returned.

Having reported the location of the kidnappers, we returned to the cafe.

Ammon: So, master. A lot has happened...

Ammon: The walk made me hungry.

You: That's for sure.

Ammon: Would you like to try the dessert I was talking about earlier?

You: Yes.

Ammon: Hehe.

Ammon: Then, get ready...

Ammon turned to the owner, who was observing the situation, and gave him a signal with his fingers.

You: Ammon, what is it?

Ammon: This... There will be dessert soon.

You: Eh? But you haven't ordered anything yet.

Ammon: It's okay~

Hearing footsteps, I saw a smiling waitress carrying a large plate. There is a magnificent cake on the plate. The red and pink cream decorations are so cute.

You: In-incredible...

Ammon: Hehe... Are you amazed by this cake?

You: Yes.

Ammon: Actually, this is the first time I've seen this cake up close. He is as beautiful as a bouquet of flowers.

You: Why this particular cake?

Ammon: Because... It was baked by my request.

Ammon: Because only a few cakes are baked per day. I'm glad I managed to order it.

Ammon: Thanks to the master’s letter yesterday, I managed to place my order on time.

You: Is that so?

Several cakes a day... Ammon must have placed the order early in the morning. He ordered this cake after reading my letter... I felt happy, knowing that Ammon was trying to please me.

You: Thank you, Ammon.

Ammon: Hehe. My pleasure.

Ammon: To tell the truth, I was so excited to see the letter that I couldn't even sit still.

Ammon: What would we do with master? What kind of master would I see?

Ammon: I've thought about this a lot.

Ammon: I wanted to see master’s beloved smile.

Ammon: That's why... I prepared such a surprise.

You: Right...?

I'm so embarrassed...

Ammon: Well~ Some troubles happened, so I was wondering what would happen next.... But I'm glad that everything turned out okay.

Ammon: Master, thank you for inviting me today.

You: Thank you.

Ammon: I was able to see master's smile... I'm really happy.

And then we ate cake together. Ammon's look was so kind... And the cake, and Ammon's look... It was all so sweet.

After drinking tea and relaxing...We left the cafe.

And during sunset... We visited a luxurious restaurant to have dinner.

Ammon booked a remote location. We were able to enjoy our dinner without worrying about our surroundings.

Ammon: Phew~ It was very tasty.

You: It was delicious.

Ammon: Hehe. I'm glad master is happy.

Ammon: Master... Today was a busy day..

Ammon: At least for a moment... Did your heart flutter?

You: Yes.

It was trembling.

Ammon: Hehe, right?

Ammon: Well, I shouldn't ask that...

Ammon: Master was so happy with me... I immediately understood everything.

You: Wha-What?

Ammon: Watching master... I understood everything.

Ammon: Master had it all written all over their face.

Ammon: After all, I can watch master all day and not get tired.

You: .....Ugh.

Ammon: But, master, is it possible to stay like this?

You: Eh? What do you mean?

Ammon: If this continues... I will begin to disturb the master's heart again.

Ammon: Are you alright with me constantly flattering you?

Ammon: Hey hey. Next time, make my heart flutter.

Ammon looks at me with a provoking look. Today he made my heart beat faster... In the end, I want to repay him with the same coin. I got a present for his birthday.

You: Ammon, take this.

In that small box that I took out... Of course, there was a small ring in it.

Ammon: Eh? This..

You: A birthday gift.

Ammon: Ahaha... Exactly.

Ammon: I knew master would prepare something... But I didn't think you would hand it to me right now.

You: Open it.

Ammon: Right.

Hearing my words, Ammon carefully opened the box. Inside, rose quartz emitted a gentle and gentle light. And I told Ammon everything. As a birthday present for Ammon, I decided to make a small ring... It meant: “I want Ammon to always be happy.” Therefore, I chose a ring with rose quartz. Rose quartz is considered a talisman in love. Looking at this pink pebble... It reminded me of Ammon, who makes my heart beat faster with his words. Having said this, I carefully placed the ring on Ammon's little finger.

Ammon: Thank you, master...

Ammon: I have long been familiar with the meaning of rose quartz...

Ammon: But I never expected to receive something like this from master. This is really unexpected.

Ammon: Suddenly my heart beats faster.

You: Is it true?

I'm glad.

Ammon: Making my heart flutter like that... As expected of master.

Ammon: Hehe... By the way...

Ammon: I can't believe master is expressing their love with rose quartz on my birthday...

Ammon: In other words... Does this mean that the master looks at me in a special way?

You: Um...

In a special way...

Ammon: Oh, no need to be embarrassed. I know how the master feelings.

Ammon: In other words... It's true, right?

Ammon: Hehe. I'm the master's butler, so I won't say anything more...

Ammon: What kind of relationship does master want to have with me? I understand everything perfectly ♪

You: A-Ammon...

Ammon: Teasing master at such moments... It feels a little different.

Ammon: Master... I always try to make your heart flutter...

Ammon: But feeling how your heart is pounding...

Ammon: My heart also beats for master.

Ammon: It's not cool to say this, but...

Ammon: Even now... My heart is beating rapidly.

Ammon: Hehe. I wonder why I said something like this...

Ammon: Now I'm feeling like I'm flying.

Ammon: But today is my birthday. It's okay if I'm more frank.

Ammon looks at the ring with sincere joy.

Ammon: Thank you very much. This gift exceeds all my expectations.

Ammon: Master... I feel like master is taking care of me...

Ammon: No... Besides...

Ammon: I'm also excited talking about my master.

Ammon: Of course, as a butler...

Ammon: And as a man.

Ammon: When the master’s heart trembles... Mine trembles too...

Ammon: I'm not alone.

Ammon: Such possessiveness... Maybe it's not like me...

Ammon: I always want to be with my master and be special to them.

You: Ammon...

Ammon always acts like a little devil. But only today he made me bashful even more. But even though it touches my heart so much... I can't say that I don't like it. Rather... These conservations with him are somewhat comforting... Today I felt my heart beating faster so often... From the bottom of my heart I was glad that I could spend time with him like this.

THE END.

#akuneko #aknk #devil butler with black cat #ammon lead #ammon is a little shit and i live for that

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A Surprise Visit

Author's Note: This is the official start of my season three rewrite. To quickly recap how I ended season two, MC basically convinces Solomon to live with them in their home instead of the two of them going their separate ways. That's number one. Number two is I'm axing the whole babysitter gig setup, because I feel like it's a bit unnecessary (and weird).

So, without further ado, the first part of lesson 41 is under the cut.

Solomon looks over my shoulder and examines the potion I prepared in the cauldron.

"Nicely done," he remarks. "Just the right shade of blue."

"Thanks," I reply, quickly glancing up at him.

"You know, you've done a nice job keeping up with everything I've taught you. You're certainly one of my better apprentices." I chuckle.

"I mean, I would like to not destroy my home."

"Or any surrounding ones." I turn my full attention to him, confused as to why he would say that. He merely shrugs as he adds,

"It's happened before."

"I see." Should I be worried?

"Anyway, you almost have the fundamentals down. Pretty soon, you'll be able to get your Sorcerer's License, and I can begin teaching you summoning magic."

"I'm sure the brothers would appreciate that."

"Oh, probably. They like you alright." His smirk indicates that he wants to start bantering with me. He does it on a daily basis, and I've gotten pretty good at coming up with good responses on the fly.

Suddenly, someone knocks on my door.

"I'll get it," Solomon states, patting me on the shoulder and kissing me on the temple before leaving the room. I take the opportunity to begin pouring my potion--a serum that causes people to change size--into the bottles Solomon set up in front of me.

Just as I finish filling the first bottle, Solomon returns.

"It would seem as though the brothers got tired of waiting," he tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, setting the cauldron down.

"Surprise!" Asmo pops his head in the room and waves excitedly at me.

At least, I think it's Asmo. His hair's a lot longer than usual, and his choice of makeup makes him look rather feminine.

As he steps into full view and reveals his outfit--a spaghetti tanktop, a denim miniskirt that barely covers his crotch, and strappy high heels--I realize that he's in drag. And it looks good.

Has he done this before?

"You alright, MC?" Solomon asks, walking over and touching my shoulder.

"I'm sure they are," Asmo answers before I can open my mouth. "They're just in awe of my beauty."

"Just the same as always," Solomon quips, causing Asmo to stick his tongue out at him.

"What are you doing here?" The question comes out a lot more quietly than I was expecting. Maybe it's because I can't stop staring at Asmo. For once, he's right; I am in awe.

"Here in your home, or here in the human world?"

"B-Both, I guess." Asmo clasps his hands together.

"Well, after you left, Diavolo started making plans for us to come visit you in the human world. He and Lucifer bought a property nearby, and we've been working on making it our own for a few months. We just finished last week." He briefly pauses. "I've actually been sent to pick you up and take you over there. That is, if that's alright with your teacher over there." He smiles at Solomon, who nods his head.

"I think we've reached a good stopping point for today," he replies, glancing over at me.

"Great! I'll help you pack." Huh?

"Asmo!" I call out before he can go too far.

"Yes, MC?" He bats his eyes at me, and I have to force myself to focus.

"As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, I can't spend the night. I have to work tomorrow." Asmo stares at me blankly. "You know...the job that helps me pay my bills?"

"Oh right! You don't have to worry about that for a while." That can't mean what I think it means.

"Asmo...what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. It was all Diavolo." He didn't...

"MC isn't like you guys," Solomon pipes up. "They rely on their job to make ends meet. It's not like they can just leave at will." This makes Asmo widen his eyes.

"No, no, no! It's not like that at all!" he exclaims. "MC, you still have your job. Diavolo just arranged for you to be on vacation until we returned to the Devildom." He walks over and clasps my hands. "I am so sorry for worrying you like that, MC." I sigh.

"That only covers part of it. What about--"

"Check your bank account."

"What?"

"I got it," Solomon states, leaving the room and returning with my laptop. Once he pulls up my online account, he shows the screen to me, revealing...

"Is that four zeros?"

"It appears so, yes." He clicks on the checking account to view transaction details. "It looks like Diavolo's been transferring money to your account. At least, I assume that's who 'David Prince' is." Asmo nods his head.

"We thought it best to adopt human alias while we were here." Well, that explains the drag. "I decided to go with Azzy."

"The name suits you," I tell him, still staring at the screen.

I can't believe that Diavolo went out of his way to do something like this for me. It's not like I've ever expected him to provide for me or anything.

"So, am I good to start packing?" Asmo asks.

"Sure." I make sure to follow him as he enters my room. If I leave him unsupervised, there's no telling what he'd do in there.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me solomon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me lord diavolo #inspo for asmo in drag: sugar from rupaul's drag race #also #reason for the money thing #felt it necessary to justify mc spending all their time with the obey me crew while they were in the human world #after all #it's not like they're an exchange student anymore #and since everyone's gonna be in the same realm #it's not like they can rely on time differences #and i'd like to think that mc has a life separate from the boys #that was already established before the start of the exchange program #end of mini tag essay

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I just want to say, that I agree with almost all of your Critical Role takes and you have 1000% better and more nuanced takes than all of Twitter and I greatly appreciate it! The takes over there regarding Liliana and the gods are just wild and you bring some much needed sanity to the content I see

Thanks! I hope you don't mind because I've been thinking about this re: the Twitter takes but the thing about Twitter and Liliana specifically that I've seen is that there's this really bizarre fetishization of like, the fact that she is a (white) southerner (this also weirdly happened for Birdie though to a much lesser extent, and the person who spearheaded that wasn't even American so I have to assume this is a specific corner of Twitter Culture At Large). And like, here's the thing. It's true that fantasy tends to be very British in its accents, and it's also true that accents in a fantasy world are used to convey the same things we'd assume in our world - RP British for educated, southern American for rural, Cockney for rougher types, etc.

It's also true that laying the exact socioeconomic parallels from our world onto, say, Liliana and Orym (who reads to me as non-regional but I, like Liam, am from the Northeast originally) is a recipe for disaster. Or rather, it's not, but it is going to reaffirm your own biases, some of which are dangerous to reaffirm.

There was a popular post on Tumblr a while back, probably not long after Trump was elected, of someone talking about how they were convincing a relative with the confederate flag towards socialism by appealing to the idea of "isn't in unfair how uneven wealth distribution is and how a small group has so much control" and a number of people were rightfully like "uh, maybe you should focus on the racism" or "hey OP ask your relative who they think that small group in control is because I'm getting a really bad feeling they're going to say it's The Jews." And I feel that a lot of the empathy for Liliana from those spaces feels like that OP. Or in other words: I get that you see your relatives in Liliana. Unfortunately, I cannot help but see me and mine in Orym.

You see someone trapped by circumstance and desperation in a dangerous ideology. I see the fact that I haven't gone to a synagogue in easily 6-7 years without there being a security guard present and usually, the doors locked with someone looking through the window to let you in, and then in the sanctuary there's been an installation so that you can quickly bar all the doors in case an alarm goes off or you hear shots in the lobby.

I think there's a great case for seeing yourself in Imogen, who is in a painful struggle with the fact that her mother does love her very much but is in dangerously deep and has done a number of incredibly terrible and harmful things. That latter point is important, incidentally; I get that cult members sometimes rise through the ranks but all but the leader are being manipulated. But the fact remains that a brainwashed person can still commit atrocities, and in this story, they have, many times over. It's especially true because like...sure, plenty of people are like "I lost my relative to a cult and I just want them back and I couldn't harm them," but also, as we've seen, this cult can and will harm Imogen! Plenty of people are also like "yeah I gotta cut them off, it hurts but unfortunately my horribly bigoted and violent relative, while a victim of brainwashing, is a threat to me too." It's not even the full picture of the Temult side of things, let alone the picture that includes the Vanguard's victims.

I also think the Southern gatekeeping is unhinged because it's like. guys there's QAnon members and other cults across the country; the Confederate flag example above was actually notable in that OP wasn't even Southern so you couldn't even write the flag off as deeply misguided heritage but rather was explicitly being used as a hate symbol. It's awfully presumptive to assume all southerners have the same experience (especially since the Temults are portrayed, physically and in accents, as white southerners, not that the experiences of white southerners aren't also incredibly varied). It's awfully presumptive to assume that people find Liliana threatening because they have no personal experience with people like her; often, it's because they have all too real experience with people like her, and it says something even worse about you if you can say "but you guys, I see me and my family in Liliana" when people are telling you that they see them and their families in Orym. I would not, personally, publicly admit that one's empathy extends to the people who remind you of your family but runs out before it reaches their victims. Nor would I publicly admit that I assume everyone who disagrees with me clearly has never had personal experience with this topic.

I should also note that, as I've noted a number of times before, that these are fictional characters and not real people. Twitter seems to be really fucking bad at grasping that. Like, yes, this is the other thing; I do not think that OP should kill their Confederate flag-toting relative, whereas if Imogen did so to Liliana I'd be like "hell yeah." The former is a real person who I do hope gets deprogrammed, just, you know, maybe adjust those priorities; the latter is a fictional character in a story.

#answered #anonymous #if steel had a southern accent do you think people would feel differently about her? sound off in the comments i guess.#cr spoilers #it really is like. with the people who can't separate characters from real people...there's this assumption #that everyone who doesn't agree with them lacks the same experiences or is bigoted #don't like liliana? well it's because you're not southern. don't like laudna? it's because you're neurotypical and straight and hate women.#notice how none of these carry within them any argument within the text? notice how they just rely on the assumption #that you can only understand things through direct personal experience and not like...thought and empathy?#that if you fit certain demographics you obviously Will hold these exact opinions bc clearly all nd people or wlw are a monolith?#it's like. yeah man i see why you have more sympathy for the vanguard than their victims...you think like a cultist even if you're not one #you say There's Those Who Understand And Have The Mandate of Heaven Because We're (southern or nd or queer or whatever)#and then there's Them The Ones Who Don't Get It And Never Will Bc They're Not Like Us (even though plenty of times...they are)#anyway. as always i am sorry that twitter sucking hurts the careers of countless creatives #but i think it does foster this sort of no-nuance no-argument Me First thinking so. can't be too sorry.#long post

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