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Anna Maria Mozart/アンナ・マリア・モーツァルト, Bows/Dead Costume (北村岳子/Kitamura Takako) Mozart L’Opera Rock Jp 2013 (2/2)
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Based on the prompt received here and the song “too close” by jp cooper.
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This’ll probably be my last update for a while, jsyk
Warnings: mild angst, but it has a happy ending (spoiler). 3.8k words.
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eyes like stars, she brings me home
Autumn came to Velaris with its usual grace. The mountains were turning from the vibrant green of summer to the burnished gold and warm brown of the changing season. Usually by the third week of September you could drive up through the mountains and see the leaves change before your eyes. Combined with the way the sun always seemed to shine day in and day out, the drive up to Ramiel was one of Rhys’ favorites.
At least…it had been.
For the last nine years he and his friends had made a point of driving up the canyon with plenty of coffee, cocoa, and spiced donuts between them. The tradition started right after Rhys had gotten his license and he wanted to celebrate. So he and Cassian and Azriel piled into his ratty old Corolla (father wouldn’t give him any money for a car as he hadn’t earned it) and they drove the canyon with a mountain of donuts and drinks between them. And then Mor joined. And Amren. And then there was Feyre.
Feyre Archeron with her waves of dark blonde hair, infectious smile, and the wit to shut even Cassian up on occasion.
He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her at seventeen, really. She was always meant to be his friend. The one he could turn to on the worst of days. The only one who knew about the nightmares that came after his mother died.
He hadn’t meant to fall in love with Feyre Archeron. But some things couldn’t be helped.
Over the course of nine years, Rhys played his part perfectly. He never teased Feyre too far, never touched where he shouldn’t, never let on how deep his feelings ran. It wouldn’t be fair to Feyre or the rest of their friends to disrupt what they’d grown accustomed to. To break up the friend group or make things awkward or—
So Rhys kept his feelings to himself. And Azriel, because Az always stuffed his nose where it didn’t belong. And Az tended to know things he had no business knowing.
When Feyre first started dating Isaac Hale, Rhys thought that was good. It would help him get used to the idea that she really wasn’t his to have anyways. And then Hale broke her heart and Rhys was the one to pick up the pieces.
“He was never good enough for you,” Rhys told her one night.
They were in their sophomore year of college—Rhys in business and Feyre art history—and remained unseparated. Mor chose to go to a school further south that specialized in psychology, Amren was always busy with law, Cassian starting his gym, and Az dropped out to do trade in mechanics. It was just he and Feyre who saw each other consistently. Strange, Rhys would come to think about, strange that somehow it turned to just the two of them.
Feyre let out a long sigh as she leaned back into his couch and looked at him sideways. “You have to say that.”
“It’s true,” Rhys said. He nudged her with his shoulder.
They often found themselves here. Together at his place finishing homework or cramming for exams. Or on nights like tonight, just trying to tread water in preparation for the next week.
“He was an ass,” Rhys continued, “and you’re better off without him.”
Rhys could list off all the things that were wrong with Isaac if he wanted. He’d curated the list long ago and had consistently added to it over the last five months of the miserable relationship.
Instead of replying, Feyre only leaned her head on his shoulder and tucked her legs beneath her. Some reality show was playing on the old tv Rhys had rescued from a dumpster last week. Neither were paying much attention to it though. And that was fine.
Rhys much preferred the quiet, leisurely moments like this with Feyre. Where they could just simply be and he could almost convince himself that something would change between them. He was getting too close to that line of thinking, though. He knew he couldn’t risk his friendship with Feyre. Nor would he do anything that would potentially screw it up. She was too important to him.
So they stayed like that until the night grew late and Rhys had already made the vow that he would never be the one to hurt Feyre.
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Nine years.
He’d been in love with his best friend for nine years and he knew he was an utter idiot. Who let themselves be in love with someone for nine years and never do anything about it? Rhysand. And he was an idiot for it.
He’d tried dating other women and had been in a few somewhat serious relationships. Serious for him at least. The three-month mark was that magical moment where everything went to hell in a handbasket and the relationship would end and he’d be right back where he started. Still in love with the same girl.
He was twenty-eight years old and nothing had changed.
Until Feyre started dating Tamlin Doyle.
And Rhys had a sickening knowledge that this would be different. That this relationship was the one that would truly break him. Because Feyre was happy. He saw it whenever he saw the two of them together. Saw it when Feyre’s face lit up whenever Tamlin texted or called. She’d even started hanging out at his place more and more. It soon got to the point where Rhys was lucky to see Feyre once or twice a week.
He tried to use it as his own chance to distance himself from Feyre. To let it be the perfect excuse to move on, to find someone knew and let Feyre have her own life.
And it would have worked, if Autumn hadn’t swept through the city again and a certain hadn’t taken the warmth of summer in one fell swoop.
Rhys, a stickler for some traditions, didn’t think anything of it when he texted Feyre one Saturday morning to invite her on another drive up the canyon. Because it was Feyre and this was what they did. The drives, the talks, the time spent falling back into what they knew.
So when she texted him only a few moments after his message he was already planning on swinging through the coffee shop for their regular order. It wasn’t until he actually read the words that he realized things weren’t going to be as they always had been.
Feyre: with tamlin today. Srry.
The words plain and simple with no way to misinterpret them. Except all Rhys could do was stare at them. She’d said the same thing last week and on Thursday when they’d all met up for drinks. She was busy. She had work. Tamlin needed her.
Twenty minutes later when he picked Mor up to go with him instead, he tried telling his cousin about what happened.
“She always comes for the canyon runs,” Rhys said, pulling out onto the narrow two-lane highways that wove through the mountains.
From her seat, Mor sipped delicately on her coffee, snorting with disdain.
“Well, you don’t know Tamlin very well, do you?” Mor muttered. Her mouth tilted into a frown as she glared out the front window.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys asked.
Mor only shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Just give her some space, yeah? I’m meeting her for lunch next week, you don’t have to worry about her.”
“Mor,” he insisted. He returned her glare as best he could while not careening the car over a cliff.
“Tamlin doesn’t share very well,” Mor said, she offered him a small smile, “you know Feyre, if she needs help, she always comes to you.”
Except Rhys didn’t like that response. He didn’t like thinking about Feyre and Tamlin. About whether or not Tamlin was good for her or if she really was happy. Rhys didn’t like not knowing if things really were alright with Feyre. And if she was, couldn’t she at least text him?
And maybe it wasn’t his business. Maybe he really did need to give Feyre space. Let her have a relationship outside of him. Let her choose who she was—outside of him.
It made him sick; he couldn’t deny that. Because what if…what if she found someone else, someone that…
These were the exact thoughts that he needed to shy away from. That he needed to ignore. Because Feyre, his Feyre, had a life to live and she never did anything she didn’t want to do.
So Rhys kept driving. He drove through the mountains and watched as the colors of summer faded from the bright greens and lush life into the amber of fall. All the while his mind lingered on the what if’s of him and Feyre.
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New Year’s Eve and he was spending it alone.
Rhys snorted to himself and shoved off the couch where ESPN was playing reels of the last big football game. It was nothing new, the channel had been on all night, the one thing that didn't show updates about the night of news. It made it easier to ignore reality.
He went to his kitchen, neat with its black cabinets and gray marble. Nothing stacked on the counters. Sterile as Feyre would say.
He winced.
Maybe that should be his resolution. Not to think about her. Not to let her consumer him. To move on. Ten years was ten too many after all.
He poured himself a drink, ice clunking gently a he tossed a few cubes it. He downed half the whiskey before even shoving from the counter then poured himself another.
It was the first New Years he hadn't bothered to do anything. And he'd had plenty of opportunity. Mor and her girlfriend were hosting a party together and Az was finally admitting to him and Gwyn being together. Though Rhys wasn't surprised about that. Cassian and Nesta were newly engaged and despite being homebodies every other damn day of the year they’d both tried dragging him out.
After the third rejection everyone had stopped bothering him. Except Gwyn who kindly sent him an emoji of a cat in a party hat and an attached message: you had the right idea. Why are we friends with these lunatics???
That at least made him smile.
Rhys shook his head and took another sip of his drink. Already he could feel a gentle numbness spread through his body. Not that he minded. He’d rather get plastered in his own apartment then at a party where he knew he’d do something stupid. Where Feyre was sure to be with Tamlin damned Doyle. This was better. This was the only solution to his feelings. Stepping away. Moving on. And he wouldn’t try and draw a line between Feyre and their other friends. Not when she didn’t even know a line needed to be drawn and for what. That he was a bastard who didn’t even know how to act on his own feelings?
He stared at the television as another reel started of the Seahawks game. They’d blown their lean, unsurprising, and the reel showed failed pass after failed pass. At least he hadn’t made that bet with Varian over the game.
His watch said eleven forty-five. He should just go to bed, there was no reason to stay up til the tick of the year. Maybe he should go to the airport and catch a random flight out. New York or LA or…
A knock at the door pulled him from the thoughts of leaving. He glanced again at his watch. Forty-seven. Who the hell?
More urgent this time, the knock wasn’t going anywhere.
Cursing, Rhys trudged over to the door. It was probably Cassian and he was going to have to have another talk about boundaries. He should be allowed to skip out on New Years if he wanted to.
Rhys pulled the door open and froze, blinking at the sight before him.
There in a slim black dress that hugged each of her delightful curves was Feyre. Her hair hung down her shoulders, the curls and waves framing her high cheekbones making her blue eyes stand out stark against her pale skin. Her full lips were still stained with red lipstick, but the longer Rhys stared (he couldn’t help it) the more h realized something was off.
“Feyre,” he said, more surprised than anything to see her there. But concern soon took precedence as he noticed the way her mascara smudged and her eyes gleamed bright with unshed tears. She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and not even a poorly thought of New Year’s resolution would keep him from noting it.
“Rhys.”
His name was a bare whisper on her lips but familiar nonetheless. She’d always had this way of twisting the single syllable of his name, breathless and intent all at once. But this particular inflection—the one with lingering pain and edging with embarrassment—made his heart seize and his senses ignite all at once.
Rhys didn’t reach out to her, instead stepping aside for her to enter the apartment. She did, black heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor.
“I thought you’d be at Mor’s,” she said, turning slowly to face him. If she’d thought he’d been there, then where had she been all night?
Even in the heels she was still small, not even eye level with him. He’d teased her for it before, especially when they used to spar together at Cassian’s gym. But that had been ages ago, another lifetime entirely. Back before Tamlin.
“But, I didn’t know where else to go,” she continued. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring instead at the small framed picture of Rhys and his sister on the small entryway table. “But I knew you wouldn’t say no.”
It was the unmistakable hitch in her voice that did it for Rhys. The way she bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself. It wasn’t difficult to knew why she was here. After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d showed up like this—scared and upset. It made Rhys’ blood boil just to think about what Tamlin had done this time.
“Are you alright?” He asked first, because really that was the only thing that mattered to him. That Feyre was safe, that she wasn’t hurt, that she was here.
She snorted indelicately; her revere broken. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands tangling in her fingers. A flush rose high on her cheeks and she muttered a curse.
“Feyre, if he touched you—” Rhys began. Even though he and Feyre had grown distant in the last few months, Rhys still knew exactly the kind of person Tamlin was and the subtle ways he’d manipulated Feyre in the course of their relationship.
“No,” she whispered, “he didn’t.”
But that haunted look didn’t leave her eyes. Her lower lip trembled as she held back a wave of tears. It took everything within him not to go to her. And he wanted to. He wanted to take her in his arms, feel her soft curves against him, smell the lingering pain on her skin and feel the little calluses on the tips of her fingers. He wanted to—
He gripped his glass of whiskey harder, wondering if he should just set the glass down before he shattered it himself. Though maybe it was a good thing he still held it, a reminder of how much he’d had to drink and that it would not be a good idea to drive to Tamlin’s apartment and have a conversation with him. This wasn’t the first time Feyre had come to him teary eyes and visibly upset but Rhys would certainly try to make sure it was the last.
Feyre took a step towards him, her purse dangling precariously on one shoulder. “I broke up with Tamlin.”
The words hit him almost like a sucker punch. Rhys could only stare at her as he disentangled the simple words from each other and repeated them over and over in his mind until the made sense.
“You—”
“Broke up,” she confirmed. She tossed her purse aside where it thumped against the side of the couch and onto the floor. “He didn’t take it very well.”
Rhys’ jaw clenched. Tamlin lived close enough he could walk—
“It was last week,” Feyre said, taking a few steps closer to Rhys. Her words started pouring out of her as if she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “After Christmas and the shitshow that was. But he kept trying to text me and talk to me and when I tried to give him back his key—he said something to me that I hadn’t realized and I had to talk to you but I didn’t know how.”
She was close enough now that Rhys could see the flecks of blue in her eyes that reminded him so much of the stars and that smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. They were their own set of constellations that he’d memorized long ago.
“Feyre,” Rhys said, not following her words in the slightest.
Instead of answering, she reached out and plucked the glass of whiskey from his hands. She leaned around him and placed it on the table beside the picture of his sister and Rhys caught the scent of jasmine that she enjoyed so much.
When she met his eyes, the tears had vanished, replaced by a fierce determination. It was the first real sign of the Feyre he knew that Rhys had seen in the last five minutes.
And then, before he could try and coax anymore information out of her, she kissed him.
The first brush of her lips was soft, hardly hesitant, but careful and sweet as she cupped his jaw with one hand. Rhys, hardly a gentleman, recovered from shock and kissed her back. He wasn’t gentle nor careful as he pulled Feyre against him, his hands going to her hips and digging into her skin.
He knew he should slow down; knew he should try and talk to her but that part of his mind had shut down completely. All he could think about was that Feyre was in his arms kissing him. Her words that she’d broken up with Tamlin was a near constant thrum in his mind. That she’d needed to talk to him. That—
Feyre broke away with a gasp. Her eyes were blown wide, lips pink and full. She stared at him with a mix of shock and desire, as though two different parts of her were warring with each other. As though she couldn’t believe what she’d just done.
“Rhys,” she said. And he knew she was going to try and apologize, was going to try and explain away the kiss, her actions. But Rhys wouldn’t have it.
He raised one hand to her cheek, brushing away a tendril of her hair. She was warm against him; warm and soft and real. How many times had he thought about kissing her? About holding her against him and feeling her heartbeat beneath his fingers. How many times had he thought about moments just like this?
Rhys leaned in again, brushing his nose against her, listening as her breath hitched in her throat and one of her hands flexed at his hips. He was doing this all wrong, moving too fast even as the world around them had slowed to a stop. All he could focus on were the stars in Feyre’s eyes as she blinked up at him, as though she were the one startled by her own actions.
“What did you need to tell me, Feyre?” he asked, voice rougher than he intended. It wasn’t as though he could help it. Not when she had that look in her eyes and not when her body fit so perfectly against his.
He didn’t know what he was waiting for, didn’t know that if her next words would send everything tumbling into hundreds of thousands of pieces. But he knew he needed to hear it whether or not it would break him.
He watched as she wet her lips, as she dropped her gaze and her lashes fluttered.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Careful and slow she enunciated the words so there was no way they could be missed or slurred or misunderstood. She met his gaze with her own and for the first time that night Rhys could see the apprehension, the worry, lingering there.
“You think?” he asked, one brow rising.
“I can take it back--” she began, but Rhys was already kissing her again.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled against her, the hand not cupped against her cheek moving to wrap around her, tugging her so impossibly close.
He deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and the lingering alcohol on her breath from whatever party she’d been at. She groaned against him and Rhys knew he would do anything and everything for her to make that sound again. All it took was for his tongue to brush hers and her hands were in his hair tugging with near urgency.
Rhys had been waiting for this moment for ten years. Ten years to kiss Feyre, to touch her as though it were the last thing he’d ever do. He’d already memorized so much about her but with the way his hands were dancing across her body and how his lips traced her jaw, her throat--there was so much more to learn about her.
Somehow, they stumbled to the couch without falling, leaving Feyre’s heels somewhere in the middle of the hall. And somehow, they fell together, Rhys going first and Feyre straddling his hips, that dress of hers riding so far up her thighs that it left little, if anything, to the imagination.
“Are you sure?” Feyre asked even as her hands trailed along the hem of his shirt, her fingers finding the bare skin of his abdomen. “About any of this?”
Rhys leaned into her until their foreheads were pressed together and his hands were settled low against her waist, itching to dip lower to the bare stretch of skin waiting for him.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said, pressed a slow lingering kiss to her lips. “I’ve been in love with you long enough.”
She chuckled wryly. “You love me?”
“From the first moment I saw you.”
Feyre stared at him; lips parted in surprise. Her fingers remained against his skin leaving hot pricks where they pressed ever so lightly. And then a slow smile danced across that beautiful mouth of hers.
“Prove it.”
So Rhys did.
The night faded into morning and the new year rose just the same as any other day aside from the two bodies that lay entwined together, right where they belonged.
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thanks for reading
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Project JP - Stay Vigilant
/== Chapters ==/
Jaune was in one of the private study rooms at the library. He stood with his back to the door, while on the table before him was a rather detailed map of Vale, and his scroll.
Jasmine Arc: So that is the situation. Saphron says things are calm in Argus, Violet has had some minor encounters in Mistral… the twins are swamped, so your father is heading to Vacuo to give them a hand.
Jaune: So that leaves Atlas-Mantel and Vale.
Jasmine : Atlas-Mantel is quiet. Rouge is rather bored.
Jaune: Well, I’ve had no sightings, so I guess we’re being quiet as well.
Jasmine : Which is good… now with business out of the way. How are you handling Beacon?
Jaune: It’s tougher than I thought. I mean, I had no aura when I first got here, and I’m still struggling with Crocea Mors.
Jasmine : Well, swords and shields are a world away from firearms, so that is understandable. As for aura… as we’re resistant… we’ve never needed it.
Jaune: Yeah, well, being bite and paralytic resistant doesn’t help with spars.
Jasmine : Well, be on your toes. With all the unease because of the robberies… they could be drawn to Vale.
#200 words per...#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#arkos#nora valkryie#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#ruby rose#blake bellodona#pyrrha is a zombie#jaune is a zombie hunter#nora wants to be the BESTEST Aunt...
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hey stupid, I love you !
a lee kangin drabble !
genre : fluff ( tooth rotting ver. )
pairing : lee kangin x gn!reader, established relationship.
warnings : kisses, talks about love, not really anything particularly triggering but let me know if there's something i should add !
author's note : damnn look who finally posted ?!? that too with kangin ?!? i think i really need to start writing again...i miss it a lot but also it's terrible to be in this slumpy state of mind :/ so sorry for the long long wait and thank you for your patience and support 💖 let me know what you think of this hehe ^^ i had fun writing this tbh it's something that was inspired by that one tiktok, idk if you have seen it, but i saw it on Twitter and can't seem to find the video :( anyways enjoy !!
word count : 2.4k ( i got a little carried away )
💖 special dt : @kpdlvr2 ( the one who motivated me to post ily !! )
🤎🎧 recommended song : hey stupid, i love you by JP Saxe !
Growing up, you'd been someone who preffered sharing your love with actions. In other words, your so called love language was always in ways of physical affection.
A helping hand when your siblings really needed your help in their academic studies or a gesture of giving a flower to your mother when you would notice the damp mood she had, the bruises on your knees and scrapes on your hand being worth it after digging through the neighbour's mini garden for the perfect sunflower, especially when you'd see the smile that took over her face and the several kisses she'd shower you with for this, murmuring loving words of how she loved you so so much.
You don't think anything makes you happier when your love language is reciprocated by someone in their own unique love language. Be it gestures, gifts or even sweet words. You had a lot of love to give and surely you'd always give it in huge bulks especially to those who held a special place in your heart.
So when you found someone like Kangin in your life, you definitely felt like this was possibly the one of the best things to have happened to you.
Lee Kangin.
Your boyfriend of nearly 10 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. Yes, you kept a countdown which you memorised. It was your own way of counting how many lucky days you'd had since well, you met him.
You and him, in many or less words, were a simple cliché. Being in the same college, him being the forward striker of your college football team and well you being the captain of the volleyball team.
Seeing as how you both held a great love for your respective sports, you'd instantly bonded over your passions. In one way though, you knew you played because it was somewhat of a hobby, granted a hobby you loved and surprisingly good enough to be a whole captain of, you still knew you weren't sure as to whether to make it into a whole career.
But still you were grateful to have been in the team, happy to play. Maybe in the likely future, it could turn into something more but for the time being you were happy with it and really what else matters right?
Unlike Kangin though, you knew he was likely to begin playing for the national levels in no time, given this was his drive. His passion. Something that was definitely more than just a hobby. You could see it, him being a huge football player in the coming days.
Nonetheless, you were always supportive of him since you got together and him being the best boyfriend you'd had, was equally if not more supportive of whatever you'd want to do in your life ahead.
Showing up to his matches cheer him on, proudly wearing his number 19 jersey that he specially gave you and him making sure to scream the loudest whenever you would score in your own matches, making your cheeks warm whenever you'd spot him in the crowd with the biggest smile on his face as he cheered you on.
He'd always been the sweetest with his words especially which you quickly learnt was his love language, words of affection. They do say opposites do attract don't they? One whose love language was more of physical affection and the others being loving words, a perfect balance.
Actually he'd been the one to ask you out, he'd been the one to first confess and you were able to give back all his love with your own until he said the first I love you.
Kangin didn't mind at all though, he knew you. He knew every thought you'd have, and he even knew you wouldn't say it back just yet.
But well this was his way of showing his love. Declarations of it in those three little words. And you knew that, you of course did. You think before your mind admitted to this, your heart already knew. Your heart was already deeply and wholly in love with him.
And when you both were able to get a free day amidst your hectic schedules, you wasted no time in planning the perfect date.
A movie you'd been dying to watch since it came out was definitely one of the top things in that date, and who was Kangin to say no to his lover who asked him with the cute sheepish smile and the fact that you already booked them in advance out of pure excitement.
Besides he actually had planned to take you out to watch it first knowing how much you simply loved the particular movie series.
You'd worn a cute outfit, choosing a jacket over a white top and a pair of jeans you found comfortable yet fashionable. He came to pick you up, wearing his own white t-shirt and black coat, unknowingly matching with you.
You grinned at him when you realised this, seeing his own slight surprise at how you both matched,
"Ohhh, look at us, we're definitely telepathically connected." You giggled as you scanned his figure, the jacket definitely sitting perfectly tightly on his broad shoulders and the white t-shirt making him look the more attractive than he already was.
Kangin smiled at your words, turning towards you and grabbing your hand which had previously been sitting on your lap into his, entwining them and immediately warmth engulfing your colder hand, feeling relief at the feeling.
“Hmm whatever you say.” He said softly as he brought your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it, your heart fluttering wildly at the simple gesture.
"I never did as well, I always have a good sixth sense of these types of things you know, a secret superpower in a way." You jokingly said with a smirk as you looked at him and laughed again at the way he rolled his eyes at your words ( affectionately )
“Of course baby, I'd never doubt you.” He said playing along to your little act making you wheezed a bit through your nose.
"But we really need to get going though, or else we'd miss the first few minutes of the movie." He finished as he saw the time on his car display, now only a few more minutes until the show timings.
"Right let's go then!" You said hurriedly putting on your seat belt because of course road safety and your safety came first.
Reaching the movie theaters, you both quickly got out, your hand instinctively entwining with his, a habit you always had whenever you would go out, a small smile forming on his face due to your giddiness. Really it felt as though it was also spreading to him and how could it not when his lover was so happy.
Having entered the theatre after getting snacks of, you both quickly made your way to your seats and sat down, the lights dimming after a few minutes and you immediately going into a trance as you stared at the beautiful cinematics of the film.
Even though Kangin wasn't quite a huge fan as you were of the particular movie series, he found it beneficial when he could just stare at you, in a cute way, and observe your reactions to certain scenes which really made you look the more adorable to him atleast.
In that moment though, he did know, he loved you a lot and he wouldn't have it any other way with any other person because you were his and he was yours.
"I love you." He told after seeing a pout on your face due to his observations, it was out of no where but he really couldn't help it, the simplest of things just made him fall more and more.
You turned towards him, slightly out of focus due to your attention being towards the film, but nonetheless you heard him and certainly you felt it.
You heart fluttered at his confessions despite it not being the first time but truly it meant a lot more to you than just three words. Three very heavy words but a type of weight you could carry for as long as your heart would allow it to.
Softly chuckling, you neared him and cupped his face, the only light being of the film, illuminating his cheeks and eyes holding reflections of the flashing scene, it was dark but you could still see part of him and it was enough.
"I know." You whispered gently and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs while giving him a peck on his lips. Kangin moved forward when you leaned back, wanting more. The action making you giggle as you shushed him telling him to focus on the film and to let you focus as well.
He wanted to whine but upon seeing your focus go back, he decided he'd take his own revenge later. You side eyed him once again, seeing the small pout on his face and held back your giggles.
Cute. He's so cute.
Soon enough, much to your sadness but Kangin's delight, the film came to an end. You were left with that bittersweet feeling of wishing it'd never end and though you knew Kangin didn't like the movie, you could see he tried to understand how you felt and kept interest in what you said about it afterwards.
It was considerate of him though, and that only made you happier with him more and more.
As you both began walking out of the theaters and were near the exit, you spotted something sitting on the corner of the left side.
It was a photobooth, the logo 'PHOTOS' being lit up in a bright white colour and you immediately felt inclined to go there.
You grabbed Kangin's hand which was tucked in his coat, looking towards him with excitement and pleading eyes.
"Can we please go there ? I really want to take some photos with you at a photobooth!" You asked pointing toward the booth and Kangin looked towards it and back at you noticing your excitement that you tried to keep within you but you couldn't help it and grinned at him as you thought of the different poses you could do.
"Of course. If it makes you happy, I'll do whatever." He said, a small smile on his face when he saw your grin getting wider.
"I've always wanted to take photos in a photobooth, but rarely were there any back home." You told as you began walking towards it now, hands still holding each other.
"It's good that there's one here and even better that you're the one who'll take photos with me." You pushed aside the blue velvet curtain as you entered the miniature room.
You both sat on the small bench, making sure the curtain was closed and only the light from the LED screen lighting up the space.
"Hold on, I have change we can use." Before you could say anything Kangin slipped a bill into the machine and the screen saver changing to a camera screen with instructions on the side.
"So we have around six photos we can take and there's a 10 second interval between each to change poses as we wish." You read out loud, and looked at Kangin who seemed to be already looking at you, nodding and humming, to tell you he heard.
Besides the screen there were also some headbands, and you looked back at him, him seemingly knowing what you were thinking and just nodding again, smiling once more at you.
"Yeah we can take with those, I guess. BUT only like two max." You already had reached and grabbed the two which seemed the most cutest, a greenish frog headband and a bunny one.
Handing him the bunny one, you grinned even though he glared at you, it was harmless of course, but you did it on purpose, knowing he's get irritated.
"Oh hush, besides you said two photos only anyways!" Putting the headband on, you moved closer to Kangin.
"Okay, so I think a good pose would be putting up peace signs ? For the start, it's a simple pose, well decide the others later." You got into position, putting a peace sign near your face and looking toward the screen as Kangin did the same, looking at the camera.
You pressed the button on the screen and a timer of 3 seconds went off before a flash blinded you slightly.
Blinking a bit to make sure you handle gone blind, you turned towards Kangin,
"How about I kiss you on the cheek now?" "Sure."
He replied with no hesitation whatsoever making you chuckle at his eagerness and you lightly smacked your lips, making sure you still had your gloss on.
Kangin turned towards the camera, slightly flushed, as you placed your lips on his cheek, they felt soft and just…right. You grinned as the timer went off.
Another flash went off, and you pulled away. Seeing Kangin remove the cute headpiece made you pout a bit but if it was what he wanted to do then you'd do it.
Placing both of them back in their original places, you patted down your hair and asked him "Do I look okay now?"
"Baby, you look good always, beautiful in fact the most prettiest person I've ever seen!" He told you with such determination, you felt like your heart could burst them and there.
"Kangin." Before he could say anything, you spoke up,
"I love you."
You said softly, feeling warm and your mind flowing with many thoughts and emotions.
A bright light flooded the room as Kangin processed what you said, the photo taken being of you smiling warmly and him being in shock, a contrasting comical expression and surely a memorable photo.
"Do you, wait-" Before he could say anything, you grabbed his face, scanning it seeing the little angel kisses littered beautifully across it, the one near his eye in particular being the most prettiest one in your opinion.
You pressed your lips to his, shutting your eyes, Kangin coming back to his senses just before the photo was being snapped, as he pulled you impossibly closer by your waist.
"I love you too, and always will." He said as he pulled away, his eyes speaking more than enough for you to know he meant those words by his whole soul.
You giggled lightly, placing a soft peck on his lips,
"I know my love, I know."
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The funny thing about Nia Xenoblade is that I’ve heard people describe her English voice as unfitting when compared to her appearance because she sounds older. I don’t think it’s a correct viewpoint, but we’ll call it a valid argument for Xenoblade 2.
When Xenoblade 3 rolls around, Nia’s English voice doesn’t have to change at all because it’s perfectly appropriate for a Welsh catgirl MILF. She sounds like she’s in her late 30s-mid-40s (affectionately), and has a great bod to match!
Although I play with JP voices for better dramatization, I think the diverse accents give the characters a sense of identity. All of the blades (like Pyra, Mythra, Malos) have a standard American accent, the Gormotts (Nia and her people) speak in a Welsh accent, the Leftherians (Rex and his people) speak with a Northern English accent, the Mor Ardanians (like Morag and Niall) speak in a Scottish accent and etc. Similarly, those accents are carried over to their respective races in Xenoblade 3. I love it!
Also yeah, MILF Nia sounds hot in her Welsh accent LMAO
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smut fic so crazy i have to document my thoughts no matter how incomprehensible. (delusion below)
that kind of love is delicious. but idk where to start... theres so much to say.. but i guess ill do it level by level like in the novel? nah, i think i will do it randomly..
but of course, what i like the most was the way the 'game' is set. where ritsuka could get one favor/help from oberon each level in the dungeon. but the condition is that he won't be by her side unless she calls for him to help her. which is seriously??? makes me insane. iirc she had a line where she said while in the 2nd or 3rd floor (i think) that "It's almost as if Oberon wants me to depend on him..." the dynamic is making me throw up from so much excitement. i also like how he made her vocal about what she wants www even if she got assaulted by tentacles or that one lewd mors (which was honestly creative lmao like jp fandom is a genius ww), the half-helplessness she feels pushed her into calling for his name (sometimes with those sighs 😉) and request for help from the 'torture' she 'suffered' from.
ALSO theres that midsummer night's dream title that changed from D to EX like that was really hot asfkjdghlk like assimilation with oberon.. later turns into being the same as him and her soul fully belonging to him as his mate. ritsuka's body is remade to be the same as him like sdkjbskjdfgjkf
i thinked what shocked me the most was the 'safe room' level. i knew something was up but as soon as i saw how ritsuka was so frantic to drink the water and fruits prepared by oberon, the end notes shocked me??? i LOVE IT so much kasjdfkjdsfgh so thats why the title gained was 'gochisousama'. apparently they were from the autumn forest itself and it reminded me that you should NOT eat what a fairy offers or else.. of course we know the consequences. but according to the end notes, its for the sake of loneliness, of hunger, of this distance from oberon that made her suddenly crave for him so much that she couldnt help but consume what he prepared..i also like how he included a bunch of sex toys dkjfdkjgjkbdjkf my face feels so hot reading it i love it so much..
during the progression of the levels, ritsuka also acquired blue markings on her back which is butterfly shape marking asfljdfgjh which meant that, of course, her body and soul is being tainted in oberon's.. (i think this solidified further when the mors came inside her ww)
but what made me laugh was the marriage contract XD he also wrote it in probably british? or what fairy language is used in morgan's kingdom www still the method to sign it was just both delicious and bizarre www
still, the way the game is set is just??? i love it too much. oberon pushed her in 'his' direction but still made sure she had room to decline and go back. but the exit was already obvious since you only have to go back and the 'dungeon' only led to the bottom which was the opposite of a way out- or rather.. she refused to think about it and resolved to meet oberon- see the real oberon instead of the illusions themself, who she wanted to see. the end, the conclusion, fulfilled by her desires which the flames were fanned by oberon when he set this up.
near the end, the lantern still gave her hope, which would have been the perfect entrance for artoria to bust oberon's ass and save ritsuka ww but this is between obeguda, with the goal of claiming ritsuka's entirety for oberon and 'returning' to that abyss where separation is nonexistent.
"I don't want to betray this light..." That lantern still burned in the end after all. But oberon's question really was a nail in the coffin ww
"If that's the case then I'll ask you," Oberon's voice quietly trembled, "Where in the world is that hope(light) of yours?"
and the words broke ritsuka??? so good.. askjfhsdjkgh the light shined the way to move forward. but 'forward' to where? if the exit and the outside world is that way, why didnt this light point the way? why did the light keep shining so brightly? why was that light burning? and the sense of resignation and defeat washed over her. she doesnt even know why she ended up in such a place the moment she was at the final floor. the feeling of despair was delicious it was so great im clawing at my chest...!!!!
she could only stutter with that feeling of despair! as she tries to find a reason for that lantern that she carried with her!!!
and its just like in the garden!!!! the garden!!!!! "It's alright, Ritsuka. That's enough. You can relax now. Whether its over or still in the middle of it, you can let go." you can finally be free. you can rest easy. so just rely on me. you've done enough!!!
there was also that "fallen star" title. i think its the best. it really does remind me of lb6's ending and his views on titania ueueue
seriously this kind of courtship... www it also reminds me of kairi's previous works which included a similar theme.. but this time three authors worked on it so thanks for the collab yomoko-san, kanonige-san and kairi-san herself
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GANGSTA. - ギャングスタ - PART 1
CRIME, ACTION, DRAMA
GANGSTA. by Kohske
(8 volumes, hiatus)
Mangaka Kohske-sensei is sick and works on updates when she can. There are chapters beyond volume 8 in JP that haven't been collected into a volume yet here.
Available in English here
Anime - Yes. I'll admit it's crunchy, poorly paced, and disappointing because the studio went under literally a few days after it finished airing and it shows, but it’s still fun? They did cut stuff from the manga and there's so much they didn't adapt, so I'd recommend reading it. I'm begging for a remake and a season 2 or something...
Links to my other manga posts here
~Part two of this post is here~
We've got a meaty post today, lads! Sit down, because I'm going to gush about the series that's going in my all-time favs and I've made it my whole personality lately. I'm here to push the GANGSTA. agenda!!! I’m about to be so damn annoying.
Back in 2015 I was going through college hell and wanted something to chill with during my meager downtime. And so the GANGSTA. anime answered the call. Watching TV while shoveling food into my face was my only free time.
A whopping 8 YEARS later now that I'm a freelancer and have a flexible schedule allowing me to get into manga more than ever before, among other factors, it was finally time for me to pick this up. Naturally, I forgot a lot over the years, plus having consumed the anime in my suffering college student frenzy, much of my memory is fuzzy. What I DO remember is that the setting and aesthetics were cool, I loved the characters, and I was mad crushing on Nicolas Brown.
I'm pleased to report that after rewatching the anime and reading the manga, the me of 8 years ago had excellent taste.
Fellas, I present my 34-year-old homicidal, feral, sweet-as-a-button, baby girl ❤️
***Trigger warnings for everything you can think of for this series.***
This post will be divided into: Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out - What's It About? - Lots And Lots of Character Analysis (And Gushing)
I'm going to give an elevator pitch and spoiler-free summary on why you should check this series out since I feel like it's — dare I say — slept on. Later, I'll get into spoilers and give a heads-up when I do.
Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out
Diverse cast- disability, race, and age.
Disabled main character- Nicolas is deaf, mainly communicates in sign language, and I personally feel like the way it's handled is awesome (more on that in the character analysis). There are also great portrayals of mental illnesses.
Primarily adult cast- our main trio are 24, 34, and 35. All different races/mixed race. Also, they look like this->
The cleavage crew. My babies are amazing, just look at them!!!
Cool setting.
AWESOME character writing- we're never spoonfed, and there's so much you can glean about the characters from bits and pieces given to us — which is what a large portion of this post will be dedicated to discussing. Tons of nuance.
FOUND FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Found family? You have me hook, line, and sinker.
You can tell it was written by a female author if you know what I mean... Hear me out, I get into this more later. Please don't roll your eyes at me. I'm going somewhere with this.
Other than GANGSTA. I'm specifically thinking of Dorohedoro right now. It's the only time I've ever laughed at a boob joke and the whole, "Oh no, I walked in on a girl naked" joke and all that. Also, the bikini top/scantly clad outfits in that series don't give me the ick. Don't ask me to explain, I can just taste it. It's the execution.
While there are characters who are in romantic/sexual relationships, there are also a lot of platonic/familial relationships as well. I like romance as much as the next person and I can get really sappy sometimes, but I also want more non-romantic relationships between men and women. Sorta tired of the whole "a man and woman are in the same vicinity so they must bang, they HAVE to pair up". Again, love me some romance, but more of the other stuff too, please! And GANGSTA. delivers wonderfully. Some of the best depictions of the dynamic I crave that I've ever seen.
Look at this banger opening:
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The ED is awesome too!
And last, but certainly not least, I'd like to present my "Nicolas Brown propaganda" video of this clip from Episode 1:
Look me in the eyes and try telling me this isn't the best thing ever. My man kicked a cop car in to stand up for Alex so they could save her and take her home!!! Also, Nic is voiced by Tsuda Kenjiro, the VA behind my other fictional crush, JJK's Nanami 'Husband-Material' Kento! Fair warning, I'm not going to shut up about Nic.
I have to admit, it’s difficult for me to wholeheartedly recommend the anime because of what I mentioned at the very top of the post. The voice actors were the best part of the anime, while the animation was… meh, and the pacing is not great. But it's still enjoyable! The manga destroyed me so good, though…
BTW if you're one of those people who are hesitant to get into a series that's on hiatus like my bestie, she HATES reading stuff on hiatus, I implore you to give it a go anyways. I successfully roped bestie into committing hehehe. It managed to absolutely wreck me in 8+ volumes. It's so worth it and I was very happy with how the last currently out chapter (#56) ended.
In case you were wondering... No, I still haven't recovered from Banana Fish.
There's also a completed spin-off series, GANGSTA: CURSED (I enjoyed it. I like action but it was almost too action-heavy for me. My fav parts of the main series are the quiet moments), a light novel GANGSTA: Death of Anosmic Stray Dogs (it was okay, Nic was funny but not enough of him, tbh I’ve read better fanfics), and drama CD's. I actually ordered the drama CD's to listen to later, but I'm traveling right now, and idk when I'll be home to pick up my package, so... And I read the extra manga that came with the Japanese Blu-rays (I enjoyed it).
What's It About?
Our boys Nicolas and Worick are the local "Handymen" doing odd jobs from deliveries and construction, to prostitution and homicide. They go way back, but their relationship is much more complicated than it initially seems.
The grungy city of Ergastulum is essentially an open-air internment camp. For who? Superhumans known as "Twilights", also called "Tags" for the tags they're required to wear. Twilights are the descendants of those who took the drug, Cerebret, developed during wartime to create enhanced soldiers. Their children inherit these qualities —making them an unintended consequence — but with a catch. They are forever dependent on consistent doses of Cerebret to stay alive and keep their bodies from shutting down. At the same time, however, it slowly poisons them, significantly slashing their lifespans. They are kept under surveillance, having been herded into Ergastulum, and xenophobia between them and the "Normal" non-Twilight refugees who settled there is constantly brewing. The Cerebret they need to survive is strictly regulated, expensive, and used to keep the Twilights on a short leash. They are in many ways, second-class citizens.
If you watched until the end of the Nicolas Brown propaganda video like I'm sure you totally did, you would have seen the tags dangling around Nic's neck — meaning that Nic is a Twilight. And in order to operate, he needs to be in a contract under someone. This contract puts the holder in ownership of the Twilight. In Nic's case, his contract holder is longtime friend and fellow Handyman, Worick. I'm sure you can imagine that it puts a certain strain on their relationship... Your BFF and roommate legally owning you even if it's to protect you? Awkward.
To make matters worse, Nic is running out of time, fast. The Cerebret, like I said, shortens the lifespan of Twilights. Various factors come into play regarding lifespan, but on average, they live into their 30's. And Nic is already 34 years old. I am... stressed, to say the least. I don’t know how he's going to pull through guys, I really don't.
Genuinely concerned for Nic's well-being. I don't trust Kohske to pull her punches...
Enter Alex — a prostitute the Handymen take off the street and offer refuge to. We learn about the city, the boys, the factions at play, and more alongside Alex, who has been thrown into this world. Worick is a charming sweetheart who I think sees a lot of himself in Alex, especially since he's been working as a gigolo from a VERY young age. And Nico despite his seemingly harsh exterior, is so damn kind and soft... They all are. I love my found family of traumatized dorks *sobs*
It's not all doom and gloom, though! We have funny, silly, cute-as-hell moments, too. And the domestic scenes? The quite, tender moments? Love. Obsessed.
I like how Nic is holding his old wanted poster with his face in the first panel like he's wearing it as a mask or something. And they're in separate interrogation rooms with glass between them but they can still communicate because Nic can read lips and Worick knows sign language. Clowns, the lot of them.
I admit at first, GANGSTA. seems like a kinda lame title. Like, as a native English speaker, if someone told me to check out a series with this title, it would give me pause lol. It really has that late 2000's to early 2010's aesthetic, edgy themes, plus the whole "Twilights" term — which when combined may make you think, "Yo, this looks lame," especially if you were a teen during that time. "Twilight" just makes me think of that Twilight, but we're ignoring that. For me, my teen years were cringe, and I'm sure many of you feel the same. But you know what? Mangaka Kohske-sensei rocks this vibe! She makes it cool! And now that I'm older, it's like, whatever embrace cringe, have fun and all that, y'know? So, GANGSTA. is great and totally not cringe in any way, hush.
She loves edgy characters — and eyepatches. Gosh, she loves eyepatches. And good for her! You do you, queen! I can dig it.
Bonus Nico because he's so damn cute. Love of my life.
But listen, this manga is deceptively deep, guys. You might think at first it’s simply crime, drugs, sex, and violence... But no! There’s more to it. The crime, drugs, sex, and violence are used to great effect instead of just edgy for the sake of being edgy. The plot is great and all, but the real bread and butter for me with this series are the ✨characters✨. I don't care if you have the sickest plot on the face of the planet. If I'm not obsessed with your characters... what are we doing here then?
Seriously, if I'm not willing to cut a bitch for your characters, try again.
It’s time to segue into ->
Lots And Lots of Character Analysis (And Gushing)
Goodness, where do I even start? So many good characters and moments to over-analyze! There's a boatload of stuff I want to talk about and I'm going to try and make it make sense. I’ll gradually dig deeper and deeper into the squad’s character. I do think I'll have to primarily focus on the main trio, or else my hands are going to fall off from all the typing.
Kohske-sensei doesn't spoonfeed us and doesn't treat us like we're dumb. You know when writers don't trust their audience to get something so they beat us over the head with it? Yeah, no, none of that here. Because a lot is implied or hinted at, this is going to be my interpretation of things. If you have a different take, I'd love to hear it! I'm going to just dive into the analysis with any evidence to support my claims, so I'm assuming you already know the story (or maybe come back later after reading the manga?) because from this point...
***SPOILERS UNTIL CHAPTER 56 FROM HERE ON OUT***
This section will be broken up into: Where It All Began - Nicolas and Nina - "Nice vs. Kind" - Worick and Alex - Nicolas and Alex - Nicolas and Worick - Nicolas - The Trio and The Scene That Had Me Bawling My Eyes Out - Brief Shoutouts to Characters I Also Want to Talk About, But This Post Is Already Long Enough
I'm about to get really sappy, so uh, here goes nothing.
(Note: the manga pages/panels I included for reference are arranged from right to left reading order btw)
Where It All Began
Let's start... at the beginning! The hankie. The first chapter establishes what kind of characterization we can expect from our main cast.
When we first meet our trio, Nic and Worick are leaning on a wall overlooking the city while Alex walks below, bleeding. And then, a handkerchief lands on her head. At first, it's not clear which of the Handymen dropped it down to her, but we're led to believe it was Worick as Nic had his back to the wall.
This is the first panel of Nic that made me go, "Well, hello there, sir 👀💦" Don't judge me. And like, why are half the buttons on his shirt undone? Worick too, LMAO. Not that I'm complaining..........
However, when Alex later thanks Worick for the handkerchief, he tells her it was actually Nic's. Awww, cute...
When the Handymen are hired to take out a gang, it turns out Alex is one of the prostitutes in the gang and therefore is going to be taken out by association. But the boys aren't too keen on this, which results in us getting the glorious Nicolas Brown propaganda scene I included earlier in this post. They claim her as their spoils after taking out the gang in order to keep her safe and get her off the streets. They even throw their weight around with the police by threatening to bash their heads in to do so.
This is all to say that while we see the boys do unsavory things like gleefully murder, we can see already that they're nuanced and SO DAMN KIND. They didn't have to do any of it. They had no reason to. They don't gain anything from it, nor do they expect to (more on this later).
Confirmed: They drink respect-women-juice. King shit.
The next day, we see that Nic seems to be acting pretty coldly with Alex. Right away, I took this as he's having a hard time opening up to her despite everything he did the day before to help her at no benefit to himself including saving her from a passed-out Worick LMAO. It's like... he's scared to get close. He doesn't mind her presence, but he stays at arm's length. We later get hints it's probably because of Veronica and he's afraid of getting hurt or getting someone hurt again. But, while running deliveries, we get this scene:
Which to me is Nic announcing that Alex is now under his protection — a fearsome rank A/0 Twilight. Yeah, it's to keep Worick's clients happy, but I think it's protection for her, too. They haven't known each other for a full 24 hours yet and the boys are already like, "Yeah she's with us. Leave her alone."
Nicolas and Nina
When we meet the absolutely precious Nina, we see a lot more of Nic's overt soft side. It's obvious he loves Nina a lot and is super affectionate with her and sees her as his little sister. And she very much loves him back!
I turn into a blubbering puddle of goop every time these two interact.
He goes out of his way to buy her the drinks she likes, holds her hand whenever they walk together, teases her, plays with her, comforts and holds her, and always keeps her safe no matter what. I could scream about every single panel they have together, but I want to highlight some of my favorite moments:
Worick disposes of the guys trying to kidnap Nina while Nic walks her to the clinic, but she stops at the sound of distant gunfire. Nic eases her anxiety by making her laugh and jokingly saying, "I didn't hear a thing," because of course a deaf man wouldn't lolllll. But he knew that she did indeed hear something because he knew what Worick was up to. But, they don't let Nina know that she was being tailed and in danger so as to not scare her.
Nina sleeps holding Nic's hand while he's passed out at the clinic, and when he wakes up he puts the blanket over her, careful not to wake her.
When Nic stays over at the clinic after he's hurt, the next day he jumps around rooftops with his superhuman agility, holding Nina close, simply to entertain this child he cares for dearly.
Alex asks Nina if she's scared of Nicolas, and while she understands Alex's hesitation, she says that, no she's not scared of him. She knows him for who he is, and not just how he seems. She knows he's actually a very soft man.
After all the patients at the clinic die, Nina is having a rough time processing her grief. She's a little girl with an enormous heart and was grieving over people she didn't even know. Nic leaves all the other grown-ups to go sit with her in his lap, against his chest, comforting her. Later, he takes her hand and walks her to Bastard to hear Alex sing and hang out with Loretta for a pick-me-up.
This scene pulls at my heart... Look at how much they love each other, and how much they feel comfortable and safe with each other. You can FEEL it.
After getting shot by Monroe and having seizures from Theo's experimental drug, Nic still tries to get up and go help the gang. Alex goes to stop him, meanwhile Nina... she looks at him with an aching heart, hurting because he's hurting. Taking his sword, she unsheathes it to reveal that it's broken. This causes Nic to have a moment where he realizes he too is broken and useless right now. So he slumps to the floor, allowing Nina to hold him. She was able to convey what she wanted to tell him — that he was in no condition to go anywhere and that she was worried about him — without saying a word.
To no one's surprise, this part had me in TEARS. So much is said with no words.
Nina puts her hands on Nic's, comforting him while he continues to be out of commission. Nic agrees to let Theo have his body to study as he's accepted his ever-looming demise, and Nina is... distraught. She cries for him. She cries while Theo tucks her into his lab coat, arm around her. I think that given Nicolas' history and trauma, having someone shed tears for him and be so gentle to him is extremely important. He spent the first 12 years of his life being abused on multiple levels and made to feel like he was nothing and then lived a harsh life even after he and Worick ran away. Having someone express this kind of emotion for him, this unfiltered love and care is important. Their casual, comfortable, and trusting tenderness is important.
"Nice vs. Kind"
I do want to emphasize that Nic isn't just kind to Nina. He and Worick are kind to everyone who isn't trying to kill them/has attracted their ire, that is. This is important to note for my next point -> Lately, I've been thinking a lot about something that I'm going to refer to as "nice vs. kind". I mentioned this in my AI Art post in a bit of a different context than we’ll be getting into here. While everything I'm going to talk about can apply to anyone, I'm going to focus on "nice guys".
Earlier, I talked about how the Handymen helped Alex without gaining anything or expecting anything in return. In fact, they're letting her bum off them and crash at their place for absolutely nothing. Combined with how our boys are good to pretty much everyone who isn't trying to kill them, I feel like this makes them truly kind instead of just "nice guys". When "nice guys" complain about how women in particular don't "give them a chance" or whatever it is they complain about, I have to laugh. You're being nice just because you want something from that person (such as getting a woman to sleep with you) or because you want to appear nice to people. In short, you're doing it only because you have an ulterior motive or something to gain — and it shows sooner or later. It's being selectively "nice" to people only when you are trying to gain.
Meanwhile, the boys don't do this at all. They aren't good to people because they're trying to gain something (unless it's work-related, they gotta eat after all). They don't care much about what people think of them or worry about "looking good". The boys follow what they believe in and act on it, even if it may seem morally grey or when it leads to them having not the greatest reputation with most people. But those who know them, know. And THAT is sexy and attractive, both in a romantic and platonic sense. When my friends are truly kind to me or anyone, I'm like, "Wow, that was so hot of you bestie."
When Nic was protecting the clinic in chapter three, Alex was scared of him. He unnerved her. Having just escaped from a man who abused her to hell and back, she was already on edge. Nic looked like an aggressive man, just like the last guy. Her initial impression is similar to the impression most people have of him. But he doesn't care about "looking good" because he's focused on doing right by those he cares about. THAT'S SOME HOT BOY SHIT!!!
Theo is great. We love Theo.
But how do I know without a shred of a doubt that they aren't expecting anything from Alex? I mean, isn't Worick having her help them with the business and do stuff for them? Yes, he is having her do stuff, but it's the intention behind it. When Worick asks Alex to man the phone while he's gone because Nic can't do it, he's giving her this task for her own sake. It's to make her feel included and useful and not feel like a burden, but without asking too much of her. I come from a culture that practices what I call "aggressive hospitality". What I mean is, for example, my friends will refuse to let me help clean up after dinner — and aggressively so — because I'm the guest. But I hate this because I feel useless and I'm just awkwardly watching you do all the work when I have two perfectly good hands. Like, PLEASE give me something to do, anything. And that's what Worick is doing for Alex! His asking her to do these little things is a kindness from him to her.
Besides, if Worick and Nic wanted to use Alex, they could have so easily at any time. A woman crashing with two guys after escaping an abusive pimp and is having drug withdrawals in a city where she has no one is an INSANELY vulnerable position to be in. She's quite literally easy prey. It wouldn't be unusual for someone in that situation to expect to be assaulted, to "pay with her body" in exchange.
But the Handymen, never go anywhere near that line. In fact, they completely reject the possibility, which leads us to one of my favorite scenes.
Worick and Alex
Alex's withdrawal symptoms are making her spiral and she's terrified. She needs to be useful. She needs to be useful the only way she can think of... or else. So she throws herself at Worick — but Worick shuts that shit down immediately. He doesn't entertain the possibility for a second. He refuses to use Alex. He could have taken the opportunity to "get some" but instead, he grounds her and makes her feel safe.
One of the most attractive qualities a person can have is making you feel safe, and I don't just mean physically safe. This isn't limited to what women find attractive in men or what's romantically attractive. This applies to a lot of relationships in general. (More on romance later, or rather lack of romance, because I didn't take this scene to be romantic.)
Worick went out in the rain looking for her. He saw that she picked up a John, going back to her old ways — and he never shames her for it. He just wants to take her home and is upset at himself for taking his eyes off of her. He makes it clear she owes him nothing. He reminds her that she's safe now, he's here now. And my sweet, sweet man just starts complaining to her about his crappy day in a silly, whiny manner to cheer her up and make her laugh.
He's like, "Boohoo, Nic fucked up my fancy shirt." LOLLL But seriously, I would trust this man with my life after all this.
The last line in this scene is some of the first instances of Worick being flirty with Alex, but in a way that I believe is another example of his kindness. Yeah, I said what I said. These scenes are some of the reasons that made me go, "I would bet money that this series was written by a female author." Some people might have the kneejerk reaction that these scenes are Worick being creepy, but I would argue that it's totally not the case.
When Alex visits Worick at the clinic, we get the following scene:
Alex is being hard on herself and feels ashamed. She pours out all the anxieties plaguing her mind, completely opening up to Worick. I don't know about you guys, but admitting how I really feel to someone, especially someone I care about and who I want to like me back in such a raw way is one of the scariest things you can do. What if they reject me? Or hate me? Will they think less of me?
But Worick brushes all this away so easily, again, never judging her. And again, he gives her something to do, to look forward to, with the promise of a song. Again, he gets flirty with her, joking around to lighten her mood.
"He's inappropriately touching her, though! How can you say that's kindness?"
Worick and Alex are both sex workers and have been from a young age. They both have trauma surrounding it. They understand each other in a way others can't. If Worick was invading everyone's bubbles and getting all touchy-feely with them, then I'd say yeah, he's being a creep. But he only does this with Alex. And while Alex might playfully smack him when he does, she's never really uncomfortable. She knows that he's doing this to cheer her up (and Worick uses humor as a coping mechanism — you can't fool me, sir. I have you CLOCKED).
If it actually made her uncomfortable, Worick would stop right away. He's earned her trust and continues to do so. This is what the banter and camaraderie between them looks like. It's like when I affectionately call my friend a "bitch" and say "I hate you" because we have an understanding with one another. If I did that with everyone, I would be an asshole. Meanwhile, my friend's mom yelled at her to be nice to me before I dump her ass. I was like, "Auntie... What are you talking about? We're literally having a brunch date together right now." LMAO, that's just how our relationship is and it works for us. In the pages above, you can see them horsing around, Alex "reprimanding" Worick for being a "perv" but quickly dropping her head on his chest and snuggling up to him. SHE FEELS SAFE WITH HIM!
AND HE FEELS SAFE WITH HER!!!!!!!
I didn't take this scene as romantic either btw.
I rest my case. Good day to you.
Actual picture of me reading about these dummies.
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~Continued in my part two post~
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Farmers Manual - Explorers_We
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farmersmanual - 11.84.0.-1.0-1.1-1
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Almyrkvi - Umbra
:zoviet*france: & Fossil Aerosol Mining Project - Patina Pooling
Fennesz - Hotel Paral.lel (2022 Remaster)
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Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation - Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation
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Kode9 - Escapology
Yui Onodera - Synergetics / Entropy
Blut aus Nord - Odinist - The Destruction of Reason By Illumination
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33EMYBW - Golem
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ORFIST MASQUES: Set 12
Hello!
Over the past few weeks Ive realised that although sparse, there's a Cardfight Vanguard community on Tumblr which i personally find amazing and I wanted to see if I could contribute to it!
I want to try and make posts about decks from the latest sets that interest me, or any decks at all really, particularly ones that may have been written off on-reveal.
So what better place to start than with a card I myself called "Regis 2" and 'The Worst Masques Yet" than Cardinal Mors, Orfist Masques!
This card on reveal was met with a lot, and I mean A Lot of outrage, because this is what it does aside from the normal Masques Clause
ACT1/Turn:COST [Remove a card with "Orfist" in its different card name from this unit from hand, soul, or drop], choose a World card from your drop, and put it into order zone.
AUTO:When this unit attacks, COST [Counter Blast (1) & put any number of World cards from order zone into drop], and call up to the same number of Shadow Army tokens as the number of World cards put into drop for this cost to (RC) with units. If you called two or more cards, this unit gets drive +1 until end of that battle.
Dropping World Orders?? When the deck wanted to stack them previously for Regis?? What insane contradiction is this??
Fear not Zakusa, Orfist or Edginess fans!! Thanks to Mors itself and 2 new cards, you hardly end up feeling the loss at all with constant regeneration of the ditched orders!
Code: 3TBVD on JP DECKLOG (this wont work on EN Decklog yet!)
Here's the list! I've talked about it with various other cfv fans and found that at least for me, this deck works wonderfully! More details below the cut! If you were just here for the list, I hope you enjoy it!
Okay so! Each card in this deck is pretty important, and while some ratios are flexible (for example, how many Eternity's, Eclipsed and Hollowing's you want, or your ratio of Masque to Masque searcher) there are a few non negotiables outside of the obvious 4 Orfist Masques
We'll start with one of Orfists' newest mates, Polraxis Dragon!
Now Polraxis was already amazing for Regis because of his skills: 1. If you have an Orfist VG, Sb1, choose an order with a different name from those in your order zone in your drop, and set it. 2. When this unit is retired from RG OR discarded from hand during your battle phase, draw 1.
However he Truly shines in Masques because Orfist Masques requires you to call on top of existing units! He's also one of the main reasons you dont actually end up feeling the order ditch alongside Masques 1st main skill (the removal one).
Now onto what is, in my opinion, the backbone of the deck, Cardinal Principle, Oppart!
Oppart is the glue that holds this deck together and really lets it do what it wants, especially in the hands of someone efficient at managing their resources! Firstly, Oppart synergises beautifully with Mors and Polraxis because he CB1s to ditch an order from deck if you have an Orfist VG, and his other skill is just Nuvorea! When called over, call a shadow army token!
He and Polraxis are your obvious targets for Orfist Masques, call over 1 of each while dropping 2 orders, you now have 3 tokens, 1 extra draw and an extra drive check! He truly helps push games and make your turns before your kill (though in my opinion, as soon as you masque, every turn is a kill turn) truly meaningful.
Now since Oppart is a bit of a controversial pick, i'll talk about some more of those! Namely Combine Rusher, Fronts, Main-decking Regis and not running Grunder.
Combine Rusher is Excellent, he's a recurring beater in the late game which is what truly matters, having a 15k vg with cubisia is nice, but its only one guaranteed damage if that, Combine adds up to a lot more
Fronts instead of draws just maximise the decks win-con of Massive Tokens whilst also providing critical shield! With the advent of Omanigruzio (which I might talk about in another post) extra shield is incredibly important!
Grunder, my beloved, has just never worked for me! His top 7 check has (almost) always whiffed and his retrieval skill takes orders out of where you want them for polraxis, regis and mors! And speaking of Regis, if you're able to ride from Mors to Regis and have a hydragrum in drop? That is at Least 2 orders set again to say nothing of a polraxis or one in hand. That highroll is far too tempting for me, and in a deck that wants to highroll anyway, why not raise the ceiling?
That's all my thoughts! I hope that this can show people that we can only truly judge a deck when it's out in the wild and performing, and even then to never count it out! (Source: Orfist REGIS making it to 2ND in last years worlds iirc) and no matter what, to play what you want even if it suffers from Masques-Itis (necessitating potential bricks to access extreme power).
If this can reach Anyone in the community, feel free to let me know if you want me to talk about a particular deck! Even if its one ive never used, I'd love to give newer stuff a shot! Just in D Standard though!
Thanks for reading and have a good one! Ciao!
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Leopold Mozart/レオポルト・モーツァルト, Bows/Dead Costume (高橋ジョージ/Takahashi Jyouji) Mozart L’Opera Rock Jp 2013 (3/3)
Costume Notes: This is a white version of his regular costume which he wears only after his death. From what I know of this show (which is limited) he only wears this for bows, and if they have a finale number where all the cast emerged prior to bows I guess for that as well.
Parts: 1 , 2
#mozart l'opera rock#mor#mor jp#mozart l'opera rock costume#mor costume#leopold mozart#レオポルトモーツァルト#Takahashi Jyouji#jyuoji takahashi#高橋ジョージ#ロックオペラ モーツァルト#ロックオペラモーツァルト
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3 Hopes: Some Dimiclaude Parallels between Games
While doing a "One of Claude's goals is to save Dimitri" reading of Golden Wildfire, I ended up stumbling across some lines that make for fun dimiclaude implications mirroring the first game. Surprisingly, this time, most of it is from Claude's side.
First, there are the 'world problems' that Claude talks about in their support. He's trying to appear as though he's addressing a broad audience, but the pointedness of his language suggests a more personal focus on Dimitri, especially when he begins getting worked up as they continue.
"Who steals your freedom and gives you an endless list of duties and obligations simply because you have a Crest?"
This could be generally addressed towards the noble experience, using 'you' to mean anyone with a crest. It's a generic complaint about the crest system that falls in line with what he'd know from the Alliance nobility he's spent most of his time with.
"Who forces you and your friends into a bunch of unwanted marriages and positions of power?"
By adding 'and your friends,' this line must be partially directed at Dimitri, specifically regarding the burdens of his station. The unwanted marriage line is odd because Claude theoretically doesn't know the Blue Lions well due to the civil war, and he's implying Dimitri is part of the group that is slated for one. Claude's expression shifting towards frustration here is an interesting choice.
"In the world I'm trying to create, you wouldn't be burdened by them either. You could even..."
This is unambiguously directed at Dimitri. It's clearly personal to Claude as well. It's a shame we never get to hear what he wants to see Dimitri do in Claude's ideal future, especially since Dimitri himself holds little ambition beyond serving his people in any capacity he can. Of course, the dimiclaude reading is that Claude hopes they could have a relationship, which is why when he realizes he's almost said too much, he instead backtracks to a more neutral longing for friendship.
Particularly striking about this line is how when Claude cuts himself off about what Dimitri could do in this new world, you can hear him getting emotional in the audio. The notorious schemer's heart is so rarely on display. Although both deliveries are good, I find the JP version feels extra heartwrenching (and can be listened to at the youtube recordings of the scene).
To bring this back to the original game, we see a parallel in how Claude responds to Dimitri's burdens. In Hopes, Dimitri's duties and obligations as king are the things that weigh most heavily on him, whether or not he is a willing steward. Claude responds by trying to shake him from that and acknowledge how it gets in Dimitri's way.
In Azure Moon, we see a similarly direct approach to Dimitri's demons. There, he's plagued by the dead and how they, along with Dimitri's people, place too much weight on his shoulders. Claude responds, just like in Hopes, without having spent much time with the king, yet immediately trying to break him from that burden.
However, in a reversal from Houses, we see the lion's share of direct, admiring lines about the other coming from Claude rather than Dimitri. There's still some of both, but Claude is exceptionally vocal in Hopes. He mentions how much he appreciates Dimitri's integrity and knightly values to his face...
...and indirectly to his friends through his distraught speech after Margrave Gautier's death when the rest of his army is celebrating.
This is unlike Azure Moon, where the alignment of his personal values with Dimitri's was primarily implied by his actions. He mostly mentions Dimitri's kindness in a lighthearted, disparaging manner there.
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SARS-CoV-2 vaccine and increased myocarditis mortality risk: A population based comparative study in Japan
ABSTRACT
Objective
To investigate the association between SARS-CoV-2 vaccination and myocarditis deathDesign Population based comparative mortality study
Setting Japan
Participants Vaccinated population was 99 834 543 individuals aged 12 years and older who have been received SARS-CoV-2 vaccine once or twice by 14 February 2022. Reference population was defined persons aged 10 years and older from 2017 to 2019.
Main outcome measures The primary outcome was myocarditis death, defined as the case with “myocarditis” for cause of death and with onset 28 days or less after vaccination disclosed on 5 August 2022. Myocarditis mortality rate ratio (MMRR) of the SARS-CoV-2 vaccinated to the reference population by 10-year age group and standardised mortality ratio (SMR) were calculated. Mortality odds ratios (MORs) by 10-year age group were also calculated for supplementary analysis. Healthy vaccine effect-adjusted MMRRs (adMMRRs) or adjusted SMR (adSMR) were calculated by dividing MMRRs or SMR by 0.24 respectively.
Results Number of myocarditis death which met the inclusion criteria were 38 cases. MMRR (95% confidence interval) was 4.03 (0.77 to 13.60) in 20s, 6.69 (2.24 to 16.71) in 30s, 3.89 (1.48 to 8.64) in 40s, respectively. SMR of myocarditis was 2.01 (1.44 to 2.80) for overall vaccinated population, 1.65 (1.07 to 2.55) for those 60 years or older. Estimated adMMRRs and adSMR were about 4 times higher than the MMRRs and SMR. Pooled MOR for myocarditis were 205.60 (133.52 to 311.94).
Conclusion SARS-CoV-2 vaccination was associated with higher risk of myocarditis death, not only in young adults but also in all age groups including the elderly. Considering healthy vaccinee effect, the risk may be 4 times or higher than the apparent risk of myocarditis death. Underreporting should also be considered. Based on this study, risk of myocarditis following SARS-CoV-2 vaccination may be more serious than that reported previously.
ALREADY KNOWN ON THIS TOPIC There are many epidemiological studies showing increased myocarditis incidence after SARS-CoV-2 vaccination. There are also some case reports of fulminant myocarditis after receiving SARS-CoV-2 vaccine. However, no epidemiological studies focusing the association between vaccination and myocarditis death.
WHAT THIS STUDY ADDS Myocarditis mortality rate ratios (MMRRs) and their 95% confidence intervals (95% CIs) after receiving SARS-CoV-2 vaccine compared with that in the reference population (previous 3 years) were significantly higher not only in young adults (highest in the 30s with MMRR of 6.69) but also in the elderly. Standardised mortality ratio (SMR) for myocarditis was 1.65 (1.07 to 2.55) for those 60 years or older and 2.01 (1.44 to 2.80) in overall age. The risk of myocarditis mortality in the SARS-CoV-2 vaccinated population may be 4 times or higher than the apparent MMRRs considering healthy vaccinee effect. Unreported post-vaccination deaths should also be considered as suggested by the extremely high myocarditis mortality odds ratio (205.60; 133.52 to 311.94).
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L'assasymphonie, 殺しのシンフォニー
Yoru no yami no naka de
Tozasareta
Mimi ni nokoru
Koe wa kiewashinai
Kurikaesu
Kuroi kagega
Sakebu nigerarenai
Omae wa
Ikubasho nado nai to
Nemureru yoru ni hibiku requiem
Tsumetai kono te de
Kurutta kono sekai ni sasageyou
Nikushimi no melody wo
Kami ni mihanasarete
Tachi tsukusu
Aware na nuke gara
Subete kiesarunara
Omae to
Jigoku made
Ikou (ukou?)
Nemureru yoru ni hibiku requiem
Nozomi nado nainara
Kurutta kono sekai wo owaraseyou
Kono te wo chi de somete wooo
Tamashi sutete
Ima akuma ni tasukeo negau
Utsukushii music kono te kara
Umawareru no nara
Hikari nado hoshikuwanai
Inori nado kikoenai
Nemureru yoru ni hibiku requiem
Tsumetai kono te de
Kurutta kono sekai ni sasageyou
Nikushimi no melody wo
Nemureru yoru ni hibike
Kono te wo chi de somete ohhhh
#i wrote this out#i listened to the song#so many times to get this right#its the actual jp version lyrics#l'assasymphonie#antonio salieri#mozart l'opera rock#romaji lyrics#i know english and jp#but writing romaji is a bit weird#so sorry if there are errors#mor
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FFXV AU: Homecoming
SE in a small JP article column: Cor lived in an ordinary family, a less than affluent household.
Me: Yeah. Cool. Sure. We can work with that lol.
A young father and Marshal now, Cor struggles to adjust to the massive changes in his life. But it is his young son that shows him that he is not alone. Its about time to reconnect, and learn to seek help when he needs to.
(One OC present but for plot purposes. If no one is going to give the man a good stable family I will. I’m putting some mother figures in this AU)
Part of the The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU
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“Cor, don’t be foolish, how will you care for a toddler on your own?” Regis is calmly trying to get Cor to see sense. While he wrangles little Noctis from toppling over in bid to reach for his PomPom. The young prince proving to be very demanding even at 18 months.
“Regis has a point.” Clarus nods from his seat, feeding a young Gladiolus his biscuits. “ If the Citadel is too much, Cassia mentioned that she is alright with looking after another child too. Said that Gladio could use a playmate.”
Regis gives his Shield a look of betrayal.
A beautiful afternoon, birds chirping, flowers soon in bloom, and babies are screaming bloody murder in the Royal Nursery. Nothing serious, just a ruined playdate.
Cor rolls his eyes at the two older men as he pats a sniffling Prompto with a tiny bite mark on his cheek. The blond baby hugging his Chocobo plush while hiding in the crook of his dad’s neck.
“I survived the journey from Nifleheim to Lucis these past few months with Prompto just fine.” The Immortal Shogun tries to reason stubbornly, though for whom he is not so sure. He chews the side of his cheek before going on,” Prom is surprisingly an easy kid. He isn’t fussy either.”
“He’s a growing child! You will need something more long term and concrete than winging it, Cor. He needs stability and structure. Surely if he’s here with Noctis, they can grow, play and learn together, no?” Regis admonishes the Marshal, still not convinced he is able to do this alone.
“You are also forgetting, its not just the enemy and possible spies. There are a number in the council out for me as well. My position is not stable despite the fact that I have been in service for years to you and King Mors. They dislike the thought that a young commoner should receive the title of Marshal. The very last thing I should give any of them, is something they deem as a weakness.” Cor dryly lays it out for them the crux of the problem. The damn government of his own country, one that he is protecting.
“Cor has a point too.” Clarus agrees and Regis outright throws a squeaky fish toy at the Shield who dodges it lazily. Gladio laughs.
“I want Prompto to live without the worry of any possible dangers and from those snakes. Which unfortunately means away from the Citadel or having any possible connections. He deserves this much after a …unpleasant beginning.” Cor quickly avoids his usual curses. Prompto lays himself tiredly against his neck.
“Well then, whatever are you going to do? Hire a sitter? That’s not entirely safe or practical either.” Regis huffs, resigned to his friend’s choices as he prods Prompto’s plump cheek gently. Prompto quietly lets him though still very much upset.
“…There’s my mother.”
SIlence.
“I’m sorry?” The Lucian king blinks.”M-mother? Like, your actual mother?”
Cor gives them a look of strained disbelief.
“Yes. Regis. My actual. Birth mother.” The young Marshal scowls. “Why are you asking me all this? Isn’t this all in my file!?”
“Cor, you idiot. Your papers into the military were forged. You know, back when you were 13? In case you have forgotten.” Clarus sighs heavily, ignoring the fact that Noctis is now screaming ‘idiot!’ on repeat much to Regis’ dismay.
“Ah…Right.”
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A plain silver car drives down the suburbs downing in the warm amber glow of the setting sun. Cor is familiar with this old neighbourhood, the nostalgia comes as he makes every tight turn. Prompto is strapped in the car seat Clarus had kindly given him, which Gladio is old enough to do without. The toddler looking out of his window curiously, observing the changing scenery in amazement, chocobo plush in hand. The father and son eventually reaches a quiet single story residence albeit narrow and old. The architecture favouring that of traditional and foreign design rather than the modern Lucian simplicity. Despite the age, its steps are clean and the garden tidy. Cor gazes at his childhood home, lost in thought.
“Dada?” Prompto’s bright voice brings him out of the memories and the young man quickly makes his way out and around the car. He carries the toddler in his arms with practiced ease, bumping the tiny forehead with his own in comfort.
“Its okay, Prom. We’re going to meet someone soon. Just be your happy self, yeah?” Cor smiles at little Prompto, who makes no fuss and nuzzles back. His words seems to be for himself more than his son. With a deep breath and a sigh, the Marshal approaches the door, ready to face whats approaching head on.
Its been a while since he feels like his cover of his titles and names are stripped bare, leaving him simply as Cor Leonis once more.
Like ripping off a bandaid, Cor prods the doorbell, a little harder than necessary. But he still did it anyway. Prompto perks up at the sound of chirping Chickatrice. The toddler clearly remembers the birds from their travels. Soon enough, the gentle shuffling of feet can be heard as the sliding door opens.
A lady dressed in a simple indigo dress greets her guests. Yet despite her frailness and the silver streaks in her long hair like starlight, her back is straight while her piercing blue eyes is clear and reflected strength.
“Corwin?”
Cor bows politely, or as much as he could with Prompto cradled in his hold. The young Marshal greets the mother he has not seen in more than a decade once again.
“Mother.”
Reena Leonis stares at her estranged son, a loss for words for a moment before she notices the little blond visitor eying her curiously. The silence making the Marshal feel uneasy but he refuses to let any possible weakness show itself before his mother. Soon, she reaches in and takes Prompto into her arms, murmuring sweet words to the boy who began to whimper.
“I would say this is unexpected, though certainly not unwelcome.” She starts as she keeps her attention on Prompto who began to settle down in this stranger’s arms. Even though his periwinkle eyes still dart towards Cor with trembling lips. Reena then steps inside, taking off the toddler’s little sneakers and laying out slippers for her son.
“Come inside. I want to hear about the person you knocked up.”
“I DID NOT!!” Cor sputters as Reena laughs, her elegant voice echoing behind her down the halls of cypress and paper.
—-
It is amazing and a feat, Cor mentally notes as he watches Reena getting Prompto to eat all on his own without fuss. A simple fare of rice, fish and soup for them while Prompto gets congee due to his sensitive stomach. A little messy, but still an improvement.
As she settles the child down for the night after a bath with ease in the Cor’s old bedroom, Cor remains in the small common area. He kneels before his father’s altar where his ashes and dog tags carved with a Lion headed crest lay with 2 beautiful katanas. The son of the fallen warrior lights an incense, as the soft scent of sandalwood soon fills the space with the silence of the night. Reena joins him, taking the cushion next to her quiet son.
She waits.
Eventually, Cor began slowly recounting his tale all on his own. All the things his mother have missed out on in his life. A child who left home in fit of rage with his blade to seek revenge on Niflheim who have killed his father. From the War, to his friends, and then the delicate politics of nobles. Even the trial with Gilgamesh itself as well as Prompto’s origins. Along with his feelings of inadequacies as a new father, the Marshal and the King’s Sword. A post he did not come to expect and demanding more than he feels he can give. For the first time, he recognises uncertainty.
There was a strange way his mother seems to be able to pull his thoughts out of him. When he was young, it scared him as a boy. Yet now, it provides him shelter and relief. In the safety of his old childhood home, he feels like Corwin once again. No longer a soldier without a place to return, but a young man who have wandered too far and have finally found his way back.
“Then you simply need to reassess and strengthen your position in this damn government. You did think with a war on our doorstep, people would be sensible, but clearly these fools need a touch of reality.There are too many problems within the Wall and outside for them to act like absolute children. It is about time these old codgers behave themselves. Show them what you are truly capable of.” Reena finally huffs,“I will watch over Prom.”
“But, you are ill.” Cor voice wavers at that. He had not known that she was ill till recently, when he looked up at her citizen log. She probably have been ill for a long time judging by her medical records.
“So?” The elder laughs brightly.”What does Death have to do with me looking after my lovely grandson?”
“I-“
“Corwin Leonis.” The lady of the house eyes her son carefully as her smile fades away, her next words sharp with intent.
“You came because you needed help. You came because you care. Above all, you have chosen this path of your own accord. My words will not help you. You must act. As your mother, I will make sure I see you succeed with my own eyes.” Reena declares, her voice sharp like a steel blade. “You will be Prompto’s father and you will be the Marshal of Lucis. You will not falter. Not even Death shall stop a Leonis.”
“Yes.” Cor lowers his head towards Reena.
There are few that Cor Leonis will ever bow to willingly in his life. One, to the King, and the other being his father, a warrior to the very end, and then the formidable lady before him. This was the woman that left her home to roam the lands of Lucis. Who later single handedly brought him out of Insomnia to retrieve the body and swords of his father home. Reena was a songstress first but she, too, was a huntress of her own right.
Well. Its pretty clear where he inherited his recklessness from.
“You still have much to learn, my dear little lion.” The Leonis matriarch sighs wistfully and caress her son’s cheek gently. Cor lets her, allowing himself to feel his mother’s love.
“I will be in your care.”
Later, as Cor lays down beside his son to rest for the night in the futon, he hears the soothing voice of Reena singing. An old song he had adored as child. The young father holds Prompto close as he lets her voice lull him into quiet dreams of safety and comfort.
Come tomorrow morning, he will be ready as the Marshal once more.
.
.
.
——
Extra:
Cor opens the front door and steps into the doorway after another long day. He quickly notices Prompto’s shoes are missing, most likely off with the boys somewhere. As he enters further in, he suddenly hears a familiar voice echoing from deep within their house. One that he has not heard for in years. It does not take him long to locate the source.
There in the middle of the dusty spare room turned storage, was Nyx crouched on the floor sorting out old nicknacks and things the older man had chucked in over the years. A ratty little cassette player sits on a box, his mother’s voice singing one of her songs resounds from its little creaky speakers.
“Nyx?”
“Oh, Cor, you came back! Sorry, had wanted to clean the room and make a proper study for you but, heh, kinda got distracted.” Nyx grins from his spot.”Didn’t mean to snoop either, but was curious when I saw all the old cassettes with her name among your dad’s stuff. Good thing I found a working player too! These stuff are vintage!”
“They are.” Cor sits down beside his enthusiastic husband, ignoring the dust and allowing himself to immerse in the music. The two quietly letting her voice flow in the air between them
“Your mom sounds amazing.” Nyx murmurs softly.
“She’ll be glad you think so.” Cor smiles softly.
——
A voice from the past, joining yours and mine
Adding up the layers of harmony
And so it goes, on and on
Melodies of life
To the sky beyond the flying birds forever and
If I should leave this lonely world behind
Your voice will still remember our melody
Now I know we'll carry on
Melodies of life
Come circle round and grow deep in our hearts
As long as we remember
-FF9 Melodies Of Life
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Song for this ficlet: FF9 Melodies of Life
#ffxv#ffxv au drabble#final fantasy xv#cor leonis#mama leonis#clarus amicitia#regis lucis caelum#prompto argentum#prompto leonis#tiny gladio and tiny noct too!#cornyx#nyx ulric#nyx is riiight there at the end#is really nobody going to let cor be happy?#let cor be happy#in another lifetime they are probably too estranged but not in this AU#dad!cor#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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Songs i associate with each ship - ACOTAR
Gwynriel:
•Single - The Neighbourhood (hear me out-replace the word word 'baby' with trauma/issues i don't fucking know but still.)
•Another Love - Tom Odell (I'm sorry but all these lyrics scream Azriel and 'i sang them all to another heart' p-leaseeee this would definitely be Gwynriel.)
•IDK you yet - Alexander 23 (Azriel not realising his mate is right in front of him- uhhh this song.)
•Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic (Azriel being really insecure that she'd realise he's broken and him being insecure 😩😩 this would be perfect for them.)
Nessian:
•His Hands - Blegh (Nesta's POV of Cassian before they admit their feelings.)
•Wish i Never loved you - Bolshiee (Big Nesta vibes.)
•False Art - Ben Kessler, Lizzy McAlpine
•Sad Sex - Ängie, Tail Whip (Self explanatory)
•Under My Sleeve - One Hope (Cassian being a big ass simp.)
•No Shame - 5SOS ('i love the way you scream out my name' - Cassian vibes 😭)
•Always been you - Shawn Mendes
•Crazy in Love - Eden Project
Elucien:
•Fear of the Water - SYML (i feel like this could be super poetic as if the water represents the mating bond in which Elain fears, idk but it gives me them vibes.)
•Too Sad - Ex:Re (Reminds me of how much trauma Lucien actually has and how he'd have to open up to Elain about that.)
•Slow dancing in the dark - soar.wav (imagine Lucien knowing about Elain's feelings for Azriel but letting them happen anyway cause he doesn't feel good enough -> 😭😭)
•Softcore - The Neighbourhood
•Hurt - Sasha Sloan
•A soulmate who wasn't meant to be - Jess Benkon (This one makes me sad as fuck.)
Vamren:
•I Meant to hurt you - D.I.D (Reminds me of the cauldron scene where Amren basically admits she loves him but proceeds to give up her fae form anyway lmao.)
•The Few things - JP Saxe, Charlotte Lawrence (Varian being the first person she's loved 😍 MY HEART BRO, i just know that he's supper sappy with her when they are alone and she doesn't know how to respond because she doesn't know how to express emotions 😩😩)
Feysand:
•School Nights - Chappell Roans
•Lover of Mine - 5SOS (Gives me major Rhys and his love for Feyre vibes)
•Mystery of Love - Sufjan Steven's ( ACOMAF vibes!! Their whole falling in love progression)
•Let's hurt tonight - OneRepublic
•Die Alone - FINNEAS
Emorie:
•Two queens in a king size bed - Girl in Red (ummm hello, lesbian queen herself. Also Mor and Emerie are two queens in their own right so yeah.)
•Candles - Daughter (It just gives me their vibe)
E/riel: (this is me hating them)
•Affection - Between Friends ( 'Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places and we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces' this lyric is them)
•Washing Machine Heart - Mitski ( 'I know who you pretend i am' Girl we both know they don't love eachother and are just trying to find convenient love.)
•It's not love - Lontalius (Speaks for itself.)
Nessian/Feysand/Gwynriel:
•Tear in my Heart - Twenty one Pilots (The bat boys being simps lmao)
#this probably only makes sense to me#acotar#azriel#azriel x gwyn#gwynriel#pro gwyn#elain archeron#gwyneth berdara#azriel berdara#gwyneth x azriel#elucien#pro elucien#nessian#nesta acotar#nesta x cassian#nesta acosf#feysand#vamren#amren x varian#amrenofvelaris#amren#amren acotar#feyreandrhysand#feyre cursebreaker#rhysand#rhys x feyre
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