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The School for Good and Evil
Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader
TW: Anxiety attack, skin picking, OCD
Note: This one is for me, because I suffer from anxiety and a skin picking disorder. Also stream Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga, tee hee !! </33
HOLD MY HAND
You woke up drenched in sweat, the lingering scent of copper from your nightmares permeating the air around your bed. The aged wooden frame creaked as you sat up, your feet hovering above the cold stone floor. Casting a gaze around the dormitory, a realization struck you like a lightning bolt - you had unknowingly slept over your first-class History of Villainy. The mere thought of entering the classroom with all eyes fixed upon you filled you with overwhelming anxiety. The prospect was too dreadful, too mortifying.
Frustration etched across your face, and in a moment of despair, you began absentmindedly picking at your skin, as if trying to alleviate the tension. With a heavy sigh, you realized the state of disarray you had left your hair in. There was no way you could attend class in such a disheveled state. Not like that. You knew that the dean's Doom Room was awaiting for you which made you anxious even more. The possibilities of what she would do to you for skipping class.
Retreating to the bed, you pulled your legs back up and crossed them, continuing to mindlessly pick at your skin. Suddenly, a knock interrupted the silence, causing your head to snap toward the door.
"Y/L/N," Lady Lesso's voice echoed sternly. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to muster a response, but nothing came out. Lowering your gaze, you averted your eyes to the ground, ignoring her calling for you. Growing impatient with your silence, Lady Lesso forcefully swung open the door with her cane, the clicking of her heels drawing nearer and nearer, still unable to meet her piercing stare. That was it. You were convinced you were about to get killed.
"M-ma'am, I-," you whispered, your voice barely audible, while nervously scratching your scalp.
"Speak," the redhead commanded, her arms folded on her hips, her cane firmly in hand. "You got something to say, say it." She spat out.
"I... I can't stop picking at my skin," you replied softly, frustration evident as you ran your fingers through your hair.
Concern flickered across the dean's face as she noticed the wounds on your scalp. "Y/L/N, why do you engage in this behavior? Is there a particular reason behind it?" Her head tilted slightly as she studied you intently.
"I dunno- I get a feeling like I have to smooth out my skin by picking it- C-can't stop," you confessed, your quiet voice barely heard.
"What do you mean by 'a feeling'? Is it akin to an itch or a compulsive urge?" Lady Lesso inquired, her gaze unwavering. "As if you simply have to do it regardless of the consequences?"
"Yes... like a compulsion," you murmured, scratching your scalp in frustration. "Please... I need help."
"I will do my best to help you, but you must also be willing to put in effort, Y/N," the dean stated firmly, crossing her arms. "Now, do you believe you can resist the urge to pick your skin, or is it more of a coping mechanism, a way for you to regain a sense of control?"
You shrugged your shoulders, contemplating the question. "The second one," you replied. "It somehow calms me down, even though I always regret it afterwards." You gestured toward your messy scalp. "It's not about the pain, but like self-soothing, I guess," you tried explaining.
"Alright, I am here to help you," Lady Lesso's voice softened as she moved closer, kneeling in front of you. "Can I hold your hands?"
Sniffling, you glanced at the dean, a hint of confusion in your eyes. However, you extended your hands towards her, allowing her to take hold of them.
"I... I want to do it again so badly..." you cried out, tears welling in your eyes.
"Please don't. It will only cause you harm, and I don't want to see you hurt," the dean implored firmly, holding your hands tightly in hers. "Just take a deep breath and focus on your breath. Can you feel the warmth of my hand? Is it helping you stay calm?"
"I... I guess," you nodded, trying to focus on the sensation of the dean's hands. Your trembling persisted as you fought against the urge to retract your hands and resume your destructive habit.
"Breathe. You're okay," Lady Lesso reassured you, gently stroking your hands with her thumbs, doing what she could do to get you to relax and prevent any further picking. "You are safe here, Y/N. I won't allow anyone to harm you. I promise, you're safe."
"I just... I want to smooth it out," you whimpered, shaking your head in frustration, still holding onto the woman's hands tightly.
"It's alright. We'll work through this together," Lady Lesso spoke softly, her voice brimming with empathy. "I want to help you overcome this, and you're a strong person, I know you can do it. If you start to panic, just remember you are safe here and no one can hurt you, okay?" She continued to gently stroke your hands.
"'S hard... So hard... Wanna do it-" you started trembling even more, Lady Lesso's grip on your hands tightened.
"No, you musn't." the dean's voice grew stern as she held your hands with one hand and lifted your chin with the other. "Look at me, Y/N. Look into my eyes." You locked eyes with Lady Lesso, her unwavering gaze filled with determination and belief. "You are stronger than this, you are beautiful. I know you're trying SO hard not to do it, but you are stronger than you know. I believe in you."
"I... I can't breathe," you mumbled, your words strained as your breathing became rapid and shallow. Your cheeks flushed with heat, visibly turning red, as your breathing quickened.
"Slow down, you're breathing too quickly," Lady Lesso gently picked you up and settled you on her lap, her voice a blend of firmness and tenderness, laced with concern and reassurance. "Take slow, deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" You nodded, attempting to mimic the woman's breathing pattern. "Nice and slow, Y/N. Inhale... and exhale."
"I... I'm trying, ma'am," you managed to utter between breaths, your palms becoming increasingly clammy to the touch.
"Keep trying, I've got you, little one," Lady Lesso cooed, cradling you in her arms as if you were a small child, offering comfort despite your teenage years. "Your breathing is improving. Keep it up for me, just a little longer," she soothed, gently stroking your hair. "You're going to be alright, Y/N. Remember, you are safe here."
"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to," you attempted to pull away, but Lady Lesso held you closer, refusing to let you go.
"Y/N, there's no need to apologize. You haven't done anything wrong," she whispered, continuing to rock you back and forth. "I'm not angry with you, I promise. Not at all." Her voice radiated understanding and love, ensuring that you knew you were safe and accepted. The warmth from her touch spread through your body as she tenderly stroked your hair.
"I'm... I'm so tired," you murmured, your body growing limp as you nestled into the dean's embrace, your eyes fluttering shut.
The redhead sighed softly, continuing to sway you gently. "Rest now, my dear," Lady Lesso spoke softly. "You've done well. I'm proud of you." She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "We'll talk more when you've had a chance to relax, alright?"
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Moving On
Part 2 to Break Up
Summary : After Robin helps you through a nasty breakup, you learn she has feelings for you.
Warnings : mention of toxic relationship, mention of billy hargrove (also this does not follow the canon timeline bc plot convenience tee hee)
Notes : thank you so much for the kind response on Break Up! here's part two as requested!
It's been 2 months since you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend. You were happy it was summer time so you didn't have to see him at school, but you also got to hang out with Robin more. Ever since she came over the night of your break up, you two had been basically inseparable.
But in those 2 months, you noticed Robin acting the tiniest bit off. It was little things, like less physical contact and doing things with the rest of your friend group rather than just the two of you. You didn't mind, you didn't want to force her to do anything. But it did confuse you.
You two were best friends, why didn't she want to do the things you always used to do?
One afternoon, you were laying in your bed, thinking. Thinking about summer plans, a job, Robin-
Why did your thoughts keep circling back to Robin? She's your best friend, of course they would. You almost always thought about Robin, especially during your relationship with Billy. While he treated you like some toy, you kept thinking how Robin would treat you better as your best friend. When you talked about Robin around Billy, he got pissed off.
"Oh my god," you whispered to yourself when it clicked. Billy got pissed because he saw Robin as a threat to his relationship. He thought you two were more than best friends, which is probably another reason why he hated when you hung out with her.
But you broke up with him because he treated you like crap. Because he wanted to be selfish. Because he didn't like Robin, but you like Robin.
No, you love Robin.
You quickly got off your bed and stumbled to get your shoes on. You raced out of your house, grabbed your bike, and started off to the home video store.
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Robin was tapping her fingers on the front counter to whatever song was playing. Her shift didn't end for a few more hours and business was slow. But her head perked up when she hear the bell from the door ring.
You raced inside, breathless from your bike ride.
"Hey-"
"Is anyone in here right now?" You asked, cutting her off as you approached the counter.
"No costumers, but Steve's-"
"Good," you cut her off again. You gently grabbed her shirt, pulled her over the counter and smashed your lips onto hers. Robin quickly melted into it, but you had to pull away after a moment since you were out of breath.
"What...what was that?" Robin asked, a smile slowly forming on her face.
"I just, um, came to a realization I guess," you replied, blush creeping onto your face.
"The realization that you need to kiss me?"
"I guess so," you answered, causing you two to laugh. "Um, another thing I want to ask is...uh, would you want to be my, um, my-"
"Your girlfriend?" Robin finished for you.
"Mhm," you hummed, nervously tapping the counter.
"Let me think..." she said sarcastically, walking out from behind the counter as you laughed. "Sure, why not?"
"I just biked all the way down here for a 'sure, why not'? Are you kidding me?"
Robin laughed. "I'd love to be your girlfriend. Is that better?"
"Much better," you said, leaning in for another kiss.
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I'm Not Going Anywhere - Viktor
notes - sorry not sorry i have another Viktor fic tee hee. He is so fun to write for you cannot blame me. Like omfg this dude is just so.... AHAHAGHGHAHGA sorry it's a bit sad, but hey, so's this show :) I hope you all enjoy and stay super duper hydrated!!!
word count - 1,494
WARNINGS - heavy angst, death, spoilers for Arcane
“Viktor, I got you that medicine you asked for. Are you feeling any-” You dropped the tray you were holding, metal crashing and glass shattering beneath your feet. Tears formed quickly in your eyes and you didn't know whether to move closer or back away. “V-Viktor… what have you done?”
Viktor looked up at you in horror holding a broken pair of glasses in his hand. There was dust all around him and papers spread about the entire lab. He looked… different. Destroyed. Yeah, that was the right word. Destroyed. He was pale and looked like a skeleton. His leg looked awful and it looked like if you blew at him he would just form into dust himself and let the wind guide him.
“I-I didn't mean for this to happen,” he hiccuped as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I didn't mean for any of this to happen.”
“What did you do?!” The fear in your voice made Viktor jump back. Was he the villain now? What did he do?
“Sky… she… I…” He didn't know what to say. Was she really gone? Just like that?
“What about Sky?” You tilted your head and looked down at the broken glasses that Viktor was holding.
Everything clicked.
You screamed and stepped back, your back slapping against the wall. You balled your hair in your fists and cried out.
“I didn't mean to!” Viktor shouted frantically, struggling to get to his feet. “I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!!!!”
He tried getting over to you, but you bolted out. Whatever he had done to poor Sky had you shaken to your core. You didn't think he was capable of any of that. Viktor was always such a kind man. Someone you could rely on. A friend. The smartest, funniest, kindest man you knew.
You threw yourself onto your bed and hugged your knees. Your crying had stopped a while ago. All you wanted to do was think. Viktor would’ve never done something like that on purpose… would he?
You thought for a moment, looking out of your window to see the sky turning a golden yellow.
You were honestly surprised you didn't hear anyone coming down the hall after your little fit. They must all be busy.
What a weird world.
“y/n?” You were startled out of your thoughts finding Viktor at your door holding Sky’s glasses and a little container.
Must be her body in there, you thought.
What a weird world indeed.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
You nodded lightly and scooted over so Viktor could have a spot next to you. When he sat down, there was nothing but silence between the two of you. It made every sound from outside — every chirp from a bird or rustle from a leaf — louder, as if they were in the room.
“How did it happen?” You finally asked. “What happened to Sky?”
“It was all my fault.” Viktor set down the items he had on a nearby desk and buried his face in his hands. “I shouldn't have been messing around the way I have been. I just wanted to be… better. I knew I was going to die so… I-I… I shouldn't have done that.”
“It was that piece you’ve been messing with all week, wasn't it?”
He nodded.
“It wasn't your fault, Vik.” You grabbed his hand and turned his face to yours.
“But it is. If I wasn't screwing around with that-”
“Don't let it eat at you. I'm serious. It really wasn't your fault.” You cupped his face and he leaned against your touch. Your hands were cold, but he didn't seem to mind.
“I wish I could go back in time,” he whispered.
“Don't we all?” You responded.
Viktor stood up and grabbed what was left of Sky. “I'm going. I need to put her somewhere safe. And not just in some,” he teared up. “Jar.”
You just nodded and let him go. There was no point in going after him.
— — —
You had been sitting in your room for god knows how long, just thinking. It was now dark outside and you were still just laying staring at the little gold pattern engraved into the ceiling.
“y/n?” Jayce pushed open the door and brought you a plate of food. “You didn't come to dinner, and I didn't want your plate to be cold, so here.”
You sat up and took the plate with a smile. “There’s this thing called knocking, Jayce.”
His face flushed bright red and he giggled a little. “Yeah, sorry about that. May I?” He pointed to a chair and you nodded.
He sat down and scooted closer to your bed where you sat, just eating the lovely meal he had brought you.
“Is Viktor okay?” You asked with a mouthful of bread and potatoes.
“So you heard what happened, then?” Jayce’s tone softened.
“I was there right after it happened.”
“I see.” Jayce ran his fingers down his face and sighed. “I feel bad for him.”
“I just don't want him to-” You stopped when you saw Viktor at the door, who tried a smile.
“I know it's already a little crowded in here, but… do you have room for one more?”
You smiled and stood up leaving your dinner behind. You grabbed Viktor’s hand and gave his knuckles a little kiss. “Are you doing alright?”
He shrugged. “Eh, better. I still don't feel… great?”
“You don't have to lie to me.”
“I feel like shit.” He sighed, leaning on your chest.
You ran your nails lightly over his scalp, making him actually feel slightly better. You led him in your room and he sat next to you while you finished your dinner.
Viktor and Jayce spoke about their future plans. They were always very quick to change the subject and get back to work. You really couldn't blame them though. It had been tough lately. At least they were willing to try and save it all.
After dinner, you jumped quickly to help them as best you could. Asking about how you could help and what actions needed to be taken, writing it all down. But before you knew it, there wasn't any conversation of work, but instead things you remembered from childhood and when you all first met. The start of Hextech. Who knew it would all lead to this? You sure didn't.
Both tears of joy and sadness pricked all of your eyes, but before you all knew it, it was midnight.
“Well,” Jayce stretched, a bone in his back popping. “I'm off to bed. Busy day tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Jayce.” You yawned, stretching yourself. “What about you, Viktor? Wanna talk longer? I could brew up some coffee if you want that.”
“Actually,” Viktor twiddled his thumbs. “I was wondering if you would let me spend the night in here.”
“Of course you can. I'll get something set up on the floor and-”
“No!” He cleared his throat. “S-Sorry. No. I was wondering if I could actually… Sleep next to you?” His face flushed pink and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“O-Oh!” You felt your face heat, and you turned towards your bed. It was definitely big enough for the both of you, so neither of your sleep would be disturbed. “I don't mind.”
“Are you sure, I-”
“Stop.” You chuckled. “It's probably better for your leg anyway.”
“I'll be back.” He stammered. “Let me just get ready first.” He hurried out of the room and you got ready yourself. Sometimes you felt like royalty with the kinds of clothes you had. Even your pajamas looked like something out of a fairytale. It was silly, really, but you did enjoy how comfortable they were.
You crawled into bed and thought about everything. The under city, Hextech, the people. God, you felt like you were losing your mind.
“May I?” You didn't even notice Viktor was already back, pointing to an empty space next to you. You flushed bright red when you noticed that his pajamas were only a pair of gray sweatpants.
“Go ahead. There’s plenty of room.”
He hesitated, but soon crawled in right next to you, stiff and awkward. You couldn't help but laugh.
“Wh-What?!” He flushed with embarrassment.
“I don't mean to laugh, I really don't,” you told him. “But loosen up a little Vik. There is no way you really sleep like this.” You turned on your side and playfully smiled at the man next to you.
“And what if I do sleep like this?” He teased.
“Then I pray for your back.”
Viktor smiled at you and turned on his side, pushing a piece of your hair out of your eyes. “Thank you.” He whispered.
“For what?”
“Everything. You’re so lovely.”
You pressed a kiss onto Viktor’s cheek and laid in his arms.
“I'm sorry about everything, Viktor..”
“At least I have you though, right?”
“I'm not going anywhere.”
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So today as I was getting up to update my commission information on Ko-Fi I get slapped in the face with this benign fucking horseshit:
Fucking-- excuse me??? Who the absolute fuck do you think you are telling me I am 1. Impersonating MYSELF or 2. Scamming people by giving them EXACTLY WHAT I PROMISED?
First of all, how dare you people have the god-damned audacity to take my shit down without so much as a warning, reaching out, asking me questions, asking me to verify my identity, asking me for documents or receipts or evidence to support YOUR bullshit claims that you UTTERLY FAILED TO PROVIDE ANY EVIDENCE OR REASON FOR? In this country our legal rights say that we are Innocent Until Proven Guilty-- well you didn't prove SHIT.
"We have used human moderators"-- Did you though??? Did you really, though? Because your utter failure to provide a legitimate reason-- like Somebody Else We Know-- sure begs questioning.
More perplexing is that when I query this particular matter, there are basically ~no other reports~ of people getting their accounts randomly unpublished for these specific accusations.
Seeing as this is a UK-based company, it seems to me that this was an act of contempt in Malicious Targeted Hate.
Very suspicious indeed that this happened mere hours after I got my first donations in fucking ~months~! Suspicious enough that I now have to scrutinize and suspect my donors and subscribers and consider if they are subbing just to falsely report me as a scammer-- since I have read reports of that.
Like, okay. Giving Ko-Fi the benefit of the doubt-- which I am Not, actually, because you owe it to your content creators to have more discretion, maturity, and to offer us some fucking DIGNITY-- and giving my subbers the benefit of the doubt (luke warm at best, because I cannot trust like that when I am stalked, doxxed, griefed, and abused by multiple ex-friends every step of my life), if you are giving me money with an expectation of a specific service you are barking up the wrong goddamn tree.
I state VERY CLEARLY on my Ko-Fi what I am and am not capable of doing. If you expected something else-- that's YOUR problem. I indicated MONTHS ago ON Ko-Fi that my health was taking a nose-dive and that if people did not help me start meeting my goals that I would not be able to continue offering what services I did provide much less open commission slots--- and people completely fell through on me. Not only that, I lost my ONLY FORM OF INCOME THAT I DID HAVE AT THE TIME. I am JOBLESS, now. Things are ONLY GETTING WORSE!
But yeah okay let's bully the disabled (refused all benefits) handicapped, mentally ill (had all healthcare ripped away), mentally handicapped, severely traumatized, transgender (had my gender affirming care RIPPED AWAY), autistic, PTSD-having, living-with-abuse, wheelchair-bound-in-a-living-sitatuation-that-has-no-room-for-a-wheelchair, pseudo-homeless rape survivor who is having worse and worse and worse seizures the more people don't fund my surgeries or healthcare. Oh, and I have untreated skin cancer.
Yeah, you're real heroes, alright. Man oh man better save people from me. I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo dangerous and scary!
So to make matters ~funnier~, getting in Ko-Fi's fucking business and demanding answers yielded them immediately restoring my account with zero comment or explanation. That's awfully fucking suspicious for: " We have used human moderators" isn't it?
You can no longer use the "Our algo is a silly goose, tee hee! It was an accident! Tee hee! :)" excuse that other platforms get to when you make that claim.
Pressing them for answers further,-- because that's not fucking good enough for the suicidal panic attack that that email gave me-- has yielded no response from them yet. And probably won't.
So all in all this sounds like fucking bullshit, hmmm? Sounds like there's a breakdown of competence in your back-end and either you are 1. Lying about using "Human Moderators" or 2. Letting yourselves be manipulated by my fucking abusers into doing their dirty work-- just like certain other websites have and continue to do or 3. YOU ARE FUCKING TRANSPHOBIC AND TARGETING ME.
So now this has become a ~PSA~!
Beware!! Ko-Fi can and will just arbitrarily unpublish your page and/or close your account without warning, no notice, no explanation, and will not clarify what you "did wrong" or how to avoid it in the future! Not only that, but so will PayPal and Stripe, who they pander to!
As artists you should all be raising alarms and red flags about this! This is my entire livability! When I saw that email I collapsed out of my chair, hurt myself, couldn't breathe, had severe convulsions that caused severe bodily harm, made me throw up what little I got to eat (I cannot afford groceries), and made me have a complete suicidal breakdown. I am sick to fucking death of these platforms (Ko-Fi, Paypal, Stripe, Tumblr, Twitch, Patreon, Youtube, etc) playing with peoples LITERAL LIVLIHOODS like a fucking JINGLE BALL TOY.
We are HUMAN BEINGS. WE HAVE PROTECTED RIGHTS. WE DESERVE RESPECT AND DIGNITY. AT THE VERY LEAST WE DESERVE TO BE TOLD WHY YOU ARE LITERALLY TRYING TO FUCKING MURDER US. You should be. ASHAMED.
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1, 7, 12, 18 for Sonic :P
1. the character everyone gets wrong
All of them.
If I had to pick one, then I'll be predictable and go with Eggman. Other characters may come close or even exceed in terms of how often they're turned into something they're not (Sonic and Shadow being the two that immediately come to mind), but for obvious reasons, it's a bit more personally infuriating when it pertains to the good doctor.
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how the fandom acts about them
I try not to let fandom alone sway my thoughts on a character too often, since I prefer to judge a character through… well, the character, and their showing in the actual product(s).
That said, there have been exceptions that are too overwhelming for me to ignore. Usually this relates to characters I already hated in the first place, like Surge, so it's no major loss. But for a more regrettable example… Amy.
Now let me make it clear that "hate" is MUCH too strong a word in this case, since I wouldn't say she's a straight up bad character or wish she'd be removed. I still like the basic concept of her character, and I still appreciate her good portrayals and what she's able to bring to the table.
But for a multitude of reasons - most notably, the one-two fuck you punch of Frontiers and Prime making me realise that the amount of times where I think she's been portrayed legitimately well pale significantly in comparison to how many times they've dropped the ball with her, even compared to other characters - she's unfortunately been losing me all over again. And the fandom's current attitude with her, such as their tendency to defend everything she does when they'd eviscerate her if it were any other character, their tendency to break their own rules in order to give Amy preferential treatment ("Respect the ordinary girl!… but plz let her go Super and be more powerful than Knuckles and Tails combined and one-shot Eggman's strongest robot and beat the entire cast in a fight tee hee"), their tendency to spark #Rally4Sally-style hysteria every single time she's not in something, and rabid Sonamy fans… acting like rabid Sonamy fans, has only amplified this.
Maybe the tide will turn yet again if she gets a string of better, less eyeroll-worthy portrayals in the future. But for now, when taking her overall history into account, I've come to the regretful conclusion that she's arguably the most overrated of the recurring game cast at this point in time, and ultimately the fanatic sides of her fandom are no different to that of Sally's.
There's also Silver. Like with Amy, "hate" is an exaggeration, but it's no secret that I've never found him that interesting, whether in his canon game form or the flanderized penis hour mood that Evan Stanley loves to turn him into. But in the distant past, I had frequent encounters with fans who would lash out at me if I said so much as a single negative thing about him. Needless to say, this did not raise my enthusiasm for the character.
Finally, the Freedom Fighters. On their own, they're probably not the worst conceptually, even if Sonic being a member himself doesn't work and goes against his character. But they are so hyped up the ass and touted as being infinitely superior to the game cast that I can't muster any goodwill for them anymore. This only increased after I was reminded of just how often they made massive dick moves in Archie, and how they rarely got called out on it in any meaningful capacity. So even putting their fandom aside, they're kinda hard for me to like anymore.
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
Obligatory mention of Black Doom for being the Best Shit Villain, compared to Mephiles and all the other ones who are inexplicably popular. Black Doom was the key to all this, so I'm glad they got him working, cause he's a funnier character than we've ever had. He's stylistically designed to be that way. (Jokes aside, how sad is it that even with my unironic goggles on, there have been so many shit villains in this franchise that Doom isn't even in the top ten worst at this point?)
For a more sincere example, we have Marine. Everyone had a hateboner for her at the time, and some people still do (one of them being Flynn apparently), but I never found her annoying. I understood the development they intended for her, and I thought it was handled decently for the most part. I also scratched my head at the flack she received for her Australian accent and lingo, since I never saw anyone complain about Bunnie and Antoine's stereotypical Texan-ness and French-ness respectively… oh, right, they're Freedom Fighters, so they can get away with it. -_-
Then there's Elise, who was just underdeveloped at worst (that and having a realistic human design, but that wasn't exclusive to her), and did not deserve the vitriol that she ended up getting. As far as non-Blaze princesses go, I actually prefer her over Sally at this point, because Elise doesn't have an extended history of being an unreasonable prick to Sonic for bullshit reasons, and never tried to change him either. That Elise was the one in '06 who got labeled as the worst character of all time, when a literal recolor was standing right there, was one of the early indications to me that this fandom might not always have the most agreeable takes.
She's not outright hated like Elise is (was?), but since she has a similar dynamic with Sonic, I'll mention Shahra as well. I used to think she was a bit bland outside of her relationship with Majin Ganondorf, and I expressed that opinion even quite recently. But in the past month or so, in light of how much I've grown to either hate or be disillusioned with certain other characters, I'm beginning to appreciate her non-abusive partner-related traits a lot more now, and her bond with Sonic is admittedly sweet. The Sonic Likes Tall Girls meme we have going on may have also contributed. Secret Rings is still by no means a game I care much for outside of its villain and some level aesthetics, but Shahra is a good character in retrospect IMO.
And I share your appreciation for Infinite and Zor. I approve of the intent with Infinite's character and think it was handled well despite some rushed aspects, and fail to understand why people single him out for being one-note when this franchise is stacked with one-note villains, and Zor's lines are genuinely hilarious and I will die on that hill. The latter's transformation into Unironic Generic Edgy Guy #6 in IDW was devastating for me. :(
18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…
Actually playing the games.
Eggman being a villain.
Eggman being a competent villain.
Rouge being more than who she is at first glance. As in, someone who is deceptively intelligent, more caring than she lets on, and will ultimately do the right thing despite her jewel thievery hijinks. AKA, not a villain.
The Hard-Boiled Heavies. They were rightly beloved come their debut, but ever since Mania came and went (and not counting their appearance in Seasons of Chaos that I'd prefer to forget), it's like fans collectively forgot about them. I'll say it till the cows come home: they had more personality in a game without dialogue than Sage did in a game with it.
Darkspine Sonic. It does have its fans, but it tends to get overshadowed by the lame as fuck Dark Super Sonic from X, and the equally lame as fuck Fleetway Super Sonic. I may not love Darkspine per say, but as far as dark forms go, I can recognize the thought that was put into it, and I appreciate that it allows Sonic to utilize his feelings in a positive way via keeping his rage focused on the guy who deserves it. This is much more in-tune with Sonic's character than a generic evil form would be, and it also avoids the unhealthy and unrealistic implications that anger, sadness, etc is inherently a bad thing that must be dismissed or concealed at all costs.
The Advance trilogy's soundtracks. Yeah, they get their kudos, but still not enough. >:[ I consider these compressed GBA ditties to be among Sonic's best, and find them more memorable and impactful than many a generic orchestral soundtrack you hear in plenty of games nowadays.
In light of Grass Simulator 2022, Sonic having an actual aesthetic of any sort. Other games did this so well, including CD, the Genesis and Advance trilogies, Mania, SA1, Heroes, Colours, Secret Rings, the Riders games, some of SA2, some of ShtH, even 3D Blast of all games. You can have all the technical graphic detail you want, but in the end, a plain grassy field does not fill me with inspired wonder in the same way as environments like Studiopolis, Night Palace, Red Mountain, Quartz Quadrant, or Twinkle Snow.
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Medea Plays Pokemon Scarlet & Violet: Part III
I’ll get to Larry soon enough.
This might be a longer than normal post. I got in an extra day of playing due to a snow storm preventing me from going to work. Tee-hee. Let’s see how my journey is fairing out.
*gasp* Would you look at that?! A shiny! I’m not even a shiny hunter.
Oh my goodness, two of them!
Just like with Legends Arceus, it’s a little easier to point out and find shinies.
Is this a nod to the anime and TR’s Meowth or just a coincidence. I see what you did here, game.
I ran into more interesting-looking students again. Not as cringey as bruh who looks like a pedo. Buuut...
Ooh, oh no. This woman got a Frollo hairdo-look going on. What are you doing, Pokemon?
Okay, I have to admit. Out of all the memes on the internet involving the new Pokemon game, there’s one character/pokemon that I’m enjoying with all of the memes. I think you know who I mean.
That’s right. Oop, wrong file photo.
Yeah, I kinda fell in love with this sledgehammer-wielding psychopath.
Let’s see what’s up with school.
Huh. This reminds me of a Ren and Stimpy episode.
Them lummoxes love their meat on meat sandwiches. Maybe Miss Dendra is related to the lummoxes. Meanwhile, in art class...
Say no more. I’m shipping this until the day I die. Hassel loves his dear Brassie. It chokes him up inside.
Wow...um. I didn’t expect him to start crying because he heard Brassie-boy’s depression through art. This isn’t the last time you’ll see him cry.
You have no idea, lady. Let’s check out the Team Star incident.
Oh God. I know bullying is very wrong and everything, especially in this game. But...this kid just has such a punchable face. He’s like Bede, Dilandau, and Trip all mish-mashed into one entity.
Seriously, this kid here. I would like to punch him. And that’s stiff competition because the last Team Star person I fought before this little dingleberry acts like David Cross playing a Warlock.
But, you learn to let the fists go when you learn about Team Star and how they are not in the wrong. Like, at all. Everything stems back from 18 months ago. Team Star was bullied. Teachers did nothing. Team Star was formed under the guidance of the unseen boss. Turmoil hit the school. Bullies were sent to Galar. Teachers resigned. The former director covered everything up. Team Star was used as a scapegoat.
But educators like Clavell, Ms. Tyme, Jacq-strap, all of those people started AFTER this incident. The final Team Star boss is.
Whoa. I am at a loss of words with Eri. Except, I think she might be the daughter to a professional ultimate fighter and Stripperella. I ain’t even sorry for that crack.
After defeating all 5 squad bosses, you learn the hacker who told you to track down all the places and defeat the bosses that they are indeed the big boss. They will fight you on the school grounds at sundown. Let’s smash some titans.
I know you see this ginormous fella earlier in the game, like when your team is at level 20-30. Heed my advice and wait until, maybe your 6th badge to fight him. If you don’t believe me, look at some playthroughs on Youtube. People were not expecting this. Now for the confusing titan.
Is this the titan? I mean, he is bigger than some of the oth...
Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiii...
Don’t worry, he comes back once you beat Monstro, the big, blue whatchamafucker.
So, is this guy really the titan or was the big fella the titan? I don’t know. Let’s continue.
Oh God...don’t kill me with this now.
Doggo all better. Me happy. Me very happy. Let nothing ruin this...
Bad timing. Bad timing from bad parent. And if you don’t believe me...
I feel like this was Arven’s childhood in a nutshell.
But now, Arven’s mother Professor Crazy Bitch needs his help.
Wait, aren’t we forbidden from entering the hellhole of Paldea.
That is not a good sign. Let’s wrap things up with the Victory Road saga.
Meet Japanese businessman gym leader. A.K.A. Larry. And according to the internet, the most interesting man in Paldea. I’ll stick to my Tinkaton memes thank you very much.
The interesting gym challenges continue. For Larry’s gym, you have to order the correct secret dish that he eats at this restaurant. You get clues from fighting trainers all over town.
Next gym will have you compete in double battles in front of a crowd. When the crowd is warmed up, it’s time for a concert with Gym Leader Ryme. Yes, she’s the sister of your math teacher Miss Tyme.
Oh and the gym leader also does double battles. So there’s that.
In the next gym, Miss Dendra comes in with battle faces. You will also fight some trainers. No, Dendra is not the gym leader. She’s just good friends with her.
On a side-note, Miss Dendra is the best teacher.
Anyways, fight the Cover Girl model and win a badge. In your final badge...
You have to go through this Mario Party-style obstacle course and race down before time runs out. And then you can fight Grusha.
I kept forgetting he was a boy this whole time. These characters confuse me greatly. Okay, you obtain all 8 badges, time to meet with Geeta the champ.
I was really hoping the first time someone fought for me it would be Tracey Sketchit and not female-Goku over here.
So, you know how after you finish the gym battles, you go on to Victory Road and then face the Elite Four. There’s one trainer outside the Pokemon League and that’s it. Oh, there’s something you’ll have to face that’s more terrifying than 10+ trainers in a cave.
I know I know all the answers. But she’s so intimidating that I fear I might slip-up.
After that, you face off against the Elite Four. This includes Rika, a toddler, your art teacher, and...
Oops, wrong file photo.
...
They’re the same thing.
Yes, not since Koga have we seen such a jump. After you defeat all four of them, Geeta time.
You know what? I have some things to say. This was by-far, the easiest Elite Four I’ve faced-off against. This might be because a year prior to this, I was facing off against Sinnoh’s Elite Four + Cynthia. Plus, these guys don’t stop in mid-battle to give their pokemon a Full Restore. They just take the beating, thinking they’re going to annihilate you. Spoiler alert, they don’t. Also, don’t expect to take them on again after this. You can only fight the Elite Four once.
That’s right. Let me say it again for the people in the back. This is the only time you can fight the Elite Four and Geeta in this setting.
And now you’re champ.
He’s so overcome with joy. Okay, time for a sandwich break.
To be continued...
#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#arven#rika#geeta#larry#ryme#grusha#tulip#ortega#eri#tinkaton#dendra#professor sada
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possible jojolands endings that i came up with
I’m going to come back to this as the series progress and see how much I got right and wrong, so let me know what you think.
Definitely not a leak or from Araki himself tee hee.
Scenario 1: Dario Brando Origin Story.
Jodio becomes a universe hopper during his adventure, either related or unrelated to how he gets rich. Being wealthy starts boring him, now that everything he wanted can be given or done with a wad of cash, so he starts appearing in different points of history as well as timelines. He is mostly an observer, sometimes appearing as flashbacks or random civilians in other characters’ memories, and it goes well for the most part. Then, he travels to a familiar universe and lands in Victorian England. Somehow, whether due to his irresponsibility or outside of his control, he cannot return home. The wealth he had in his original timeline is no longer accessible and the now much older Jodio realizes he can’t get the life he felt he rightfully earned years ago. He takes on the identity of Dario Brando, returning back to his criminal ways before he would have a son he decides to name after his original name. His resentment at losing money and being stuck turns into abuse against Dio, and the story begins again.
This one kind of came out of my ass and is more of a shit idea but it’s an interesting idea.
Scenario 2: The Hero-turned-Villain’s Demise.
Basically, Jodio becomes the villain as a result of his pursuit of richest and as a means to appease and optimize the mechanisms so it continues to favor him. Maybe he was pushed to think less of his allies and more of his personal gains. The only reason why Jodio justifies his criminal actions is to protect his mother and sibling. Maybe they’re stopping him from being selfish about it. If they die, it may cause Jodio to feel like nothing can hold him back anymore. So we as the reader watch Jodio become a monster despite still showing Joestar traits, we grow to hate him, and then the series ends with us seeing Jodio dying on a pile of immense riches alone. Maybe his allies planned this attack, maybe Jodio didn’t want to part with the wealth he had acquired. But Jodio’s dead eyes staring at us readers possibly cheering that he ended suddenly asked if we were satisfied seeing him in such a state, satisfied that someone no different than us and who would have done what he did died horribly, satisfied villifying a person who simply wanted success. And he ends it with a “at least I got what I wanted: very rich.” And his first monologue starts to feel different from when we first read it.
We’ve seen people think of Jodio having more Dio down to his own name and it’s plays more into how he’s very aware of it. In a way, it gives this concept of humans and their desire for power. Whether power is intentionally meant to be applied for good or for personal use, it analyzes quotes such as “money is the root of all evil” and “absolute power amplifies corruption” and whether humans are prone to become evil once given some form or promise of a source of power like wealth.
Scenario 3: Made in Heaven 2: Electric Boogaloo.
Instead of a universe reset, an Araki version of the Book of Revelations occur. The series give reference to the visions shown to a man named “John”, which include some interpretation of the four horsemen, earthquakes possibly caused by volcanic erruptions that end up clouding the sky, plagues. The main antagonist sets this in motion in hopes of “purifying” the world and restarting it anew, possibly a cult leader taking advantage of people and gaining money as a result of it. The leader sees the concept of mechanisms unfair, exploitative, an old world order to be rid of for the greater good. Jodio might stop the cult leader from starting the apocalypse and steal the vast wealth left behind as a result of the power vacumn. Or the the death jumpstarts the apocalypse, so Jodio either must ensure it happens in a way that gives humanity the best survival or stops it alltogether via the wealth he now acquired. Becoming rich is now seen as less of an achievement and more of a burden, a necessity, to ensure the survival of humanity.
This is probably the closest to being a reference to Stone Ocean and Golden Wind. This allows this concept of Jodio being someone who is pro-mechanism and a villain who is anti-mechanism and analyzes themes of free will, status quo, and institutions as an identity. Unlike Pucci, the villain is doing this on their own and prime example of someone wanting to do genuine good without realizing the real harm of it. It also allows Jodio to take on that Joestar trait of trying to pursue good.
Let me know what you think of these potential endings. :)
#the jojolands#jojolands#jojolands ending#jojolands headcanons#jojo headcanons#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba part 9#jojo part 9#headcanon
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Dracula Daily, 5 May (reread)
Our Good Friend Jonathan assures us that he is not having indigestion related hallucination by listing his entire dinner,
"robber steak"—bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks and roasted over the fire- SOUNDS DELICIOUS! comparing it to “London cat’s meat” however....... yuck city.
at least he also has some wine from Mediaș, “which produces a queer sting on the tongue, which is, however, not disagreeable.” ohoho, also you can tell how “not disagreeable he finds it because he “had only a couple of glasses of this, and nothing else.”
Jonathan thinking that people are gossiping about him
I must say they were not cheering to me, for amongst them were "Ordog"—Satan, "pokol"—hell, "stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)
HMMM DO YOU THINK MAYBE THEY AREN’T ACTUALLY TALING ABOUT YOU? God the comedy of Count Dracula being asked about these termsfdsgfdsgdf like tee hee idk *twirls undead hair*
anyway, literally everyone warding against the evil eye does not deter him, we get some commentary on the nice countryside and the history of the region, as well as comments on the quaint locals and their funny way of fearfully praying and warding off evil oh how novel
I really love the atmosphere of this eerie night right, it’s all so good but one of my favourite descriptions is: “the only light was the flickering rays of our own lamps, in which the steam from our hard-driven horses rose in a white cloud.”
"There is no carriage here. The Herr is not expected after all. He will now come on to Bukovina, and return to-morrow or the next day; better the next day." Whilst he was speaking the horses began to neigh and snort and plunge wildly, so that the driver had to hold them up. Then, amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, a calèche, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach
this is literally a comedy scene
“They were driven by a tall man, with a long brown beard and a great black hat, which seemed to hide his face from us. I could only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplight”
i love that this is dracula because impersonating an entire service staff for your guest is, again, a comedic premise
as he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's "Lenore":—
"Denn die Todten reiten schnell"— ("For the dead travel fast.")
Jonny boy is this a normal situation? In your mind?
I felt a strange chill, and a lonely feeling came over me; but a cloak was thrown over my shoulders, and a rug across my knees
cosy
the horses so far became quiet that the driver was able to descend and to stand before them. He petted and soothed them, and whispered something in their ears, as I have heard of horse-tamers doing, and with extraordinary effect, for under his caresses they became quite manageable again, though they still trembled.
you COULD interpret this as some form of vampiric hypnotic trance animal management.... but i like to think that Dracula is just a horse girl at heart
Dracula sprinting after the blue flames as they appear will never not remind me of a video game
I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence which held them than even when they howled. For myself, I felt a sort of paralysis of fear. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
scary doggos
As he swept his long arms, as though brushing aside some impalpable obstacle, the wolves fell back and back further still.
seems normal, love that this is who Jonathan was worried for the safety of what a good lad
The time I waited seemed endless, and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked?
me when i show up early and mentally spiral before anyone gets there on if i have the right day/time/place/if anyone else is going to show up
Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor's clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner?
no.
Solicitor's clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor—for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor!
incredibly cute moment
and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice—more like the hand of a dead than a living man.
The strength of the handshake was so much akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking;
Dracula, huffing and puffing, hurriedly putting away his horses and doing a quick-change that would put theatre kids to shame, sprinting to meet Jonathan at the door
“It is late, and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself."
again, a comedy premise
we get more descriptions of food and then the appearance of Dracula and what IS it with describing peoples nostrils in classic lit? i have no immediate associations when it comes to nostril shape!
anyway you cannot convince me from the description that dracula doesn’t look like this
“there were hairs in the centre of the palm.”
[insert jerking off motion here]
“Listen to them—the children of the night. What music they make!"
[shakira voice] AWOOO
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
seems normal
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Eurovision 2022: #28
28. DENMARK
ReDDI - “The show”
31st place
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Decade ranking: 56/79
[Above Uku, below TIX]
I’m back from holiday, bitches! Time to update this more frequently, and finally get to the entries I fucking care about.
Nobody fucking cares about ReDDI, STeDDI, FLoP though. I don’t think we should mistake our collective relief when they won Denmark’s A-BYS-MAL selection (seriously the worst NF of this year, which given the “efforts” by Germany and Israel, was a fucking achievement.) for an indicator of goodness. Any euphoria I could have felt about ReDDI was immediately quenched by France and Serbia picking Fulenn and Konstrakta respectively, two uproarious acts we all (you better) grew obsessed with upon impact.
“You can’t stop me” - Irony.
Notionally, my misandrist ass should get behind 🌸~*Girl Powah*~ 🌸 in any form but this year had plenty of that, so I can afford to be a bit picky, tee-hee! 😋 Reddi’s brand of Girl Power is, both visually and lyrically some basic catalogue material.
Also, they are also doing Amanda’s Dead Opening Minute thing? The first half of ‘The Show’ by ReDDi is too slow and quite DeaDDI. If there had been SOME (any) pay-off in the second half for that it’d be okay to sit through a an agonizing ninety seconds of Siggy slowly frumping her way through a parade of Unfortunate Singing Faces but-
-for a song by that name, “The show” possesses very little of it and the little it has sounds like a poprock tune that might have been popular in a time before today’s college freshmen had been born. Who on earth would be interested in hearing a song like that in 2022 AD? Why, the head of Danmarks Radioordningen, of course. 😑
There are figments of positivity in my feelings about ReDDI though. They DID save us from what would have been yet another horrible Danish entrant (any of the other 7 in DMGP 2022), and I dug the return of Soluna Samay’s Enthusiastic Fake Drummer Girl to the contest for another display of Enthusiastically Fake Girl-Drumming. Ihan is the best part of “The Show”, and I won’t hear otherwise.
But overall, I’m mostly just relieved that ReDDI didn’t get into the way of Systur’s qualification and am kind of amused by how they randomly beat Eat Your Salad in the fucking televote (lmfaooooo. I know I haven’t ranked Citi Zeni yet but that’s so hilarious to me - OWNED!!!). Otherwise, meh. Things certainly could have been a lot worse, so I’m happy to just count my blessings and move on.
AND NOW ON TO RANKING BETTER (more entertaining but still not good) THINGS IN THE NEXT POST!!! Whenever that’ll be~
THE RANKING:
28. DENMARK - ReDDI - “The show”
29. BULGARIA - Intelligent Music Project - “Intention”
30. GREECE - Amanda Tenjford - “Die together”
31. POLAND - Ochman - “River”
32. MONTENEGRO - Vladana - “Breathe”
33. FINLAND - The Rasmus - "Jezebel"
34. BELGIUM - Jérémie Makiese - “Miss you”
35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana”
36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same”
37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry”
38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black”
39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi”
40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M”
#Eurovision#Eurovision Song Contest#ESC#Eurovision 2022#ESC 2022#ESC2022#Turin2022#Denmark#reddi#The Show#BorisBubbles#Ranking
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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Journey's Beginning 03
The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.*
*SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.
~EPISODE OF JOURNEY’S BEGINNING 03~
★~Though the island had been home to three amnesiacs, the recent passing of one detrimentally affecting the others, they were not the Island’s only residents.
Amnesia Island’s most prominent citizens are actually a genus of giant crabs. Hostile and prone to stealing from other life forms, this fauna is always trouble and it’s best to give them a wide birth.
~ Mote the Fairy
Blue skies above
Reflected with Sky Ring in mudflat pools
Rings spinning above
Towers and wall of coral sprouting up around
Grass, moss, and lichen taking over
Person supporting platforms drifting freely about
Stone Ghosts disturbing the native fauna
“Ooh~!” Rosy exclaimed as she puffed up her cheeks. “Those awful Stone Ghosts are here too!”
From the grass covered ledge she lay down on, Rosy peered over at the coral rich mudflats exposed by the low tide as well as the giant crabs that seemed as surprised by the Stone Ghosts as being above water. Sizable as they were though only the smallest of them had anything to worry about from the animated statues that drifted across the mudflats. They would likely be more trouble for the hedgehogs who deigned to enter their caves.
“It looks like this will be more of a challenge than you hoped for, Rosy,” Tempest commented as he more casually peered out, standing beside where Rosy lay on her belly in the grass. He noted her tail wagging though and smiled as flakes of intense blue light began to swirl within the blue light already cast by his crystals. “Though you seem as excited about it as I am.”
“And you are both being foolish,” Mote sighed heavily. “The last I was aware, you and these troublesome crabs always find yourselves in conflict when you cross paths, Tempest.”
“But we both can just outrun them now~♥” Rosy cheerfully exclaimed as the wagging of her tail grew faster. “Besides, I really want to try after I could barely keep ahead of them the last time I met.
“Hee-hee~♥ Having Sonic’s speed is so much fun~♥”
“It’ll be less fun for you once we get into their caves though,’ Tempest warned while carefully eying how the mud flats responded to the movement of the crabs. “The tunnels and coral structures will really put what little skill you have with that speed to the test. Though I’m thinking it’ll still be easier than running across this mud.”
“Then we just stick to the floating platforms~♥” Rosy winked. “As long as we do that, we should be fine!
“I wonder,” Mote expressed her concerns aloud as she watched the waves crash against the mudflats before receding out to sea again. “It’s low tide now, but there is no telling if the caves will remain full of air once high tide returns. This plan of yours is unquestionably risky, with no evidence for reward.”
“You’re worrying too much Mote,” Rosy offered the fairy a reassuring laugh. “Besides, I’m a good swimmer so I’m not worried about the tide.
“How about you Tempest?” Rosy turned her attention to the black hedgehog as she sprung up to her feet. “You say you think you can fly a plane from a feeling, so how do you feel about swimming?”
An uncomfortable smile spread across Tempest’s face and a bead of sweat ran down his cheek as his crystals shifted to giving off a lilac light. “I don’t really want to find out. I’d rather explore these caves before we would have to.”
“No way~!” Rosy exclaimed as she leveled Tempest with a curious and studious gaze. “You can’t swim, can you!”
“I really don’t know,” Tempest shifted uncomfortable as he failed to hide the nervousness in his voice as well as making eye contact with Rosy. He frankly felt humiliated and was starting to flush in the cheeks.
“Tee-hee~♥” Rosy laughed perhaps at Tempest’s display or at the proposition that she presented him. “I’ll have to teach you later then!”
“R-really…!”
“Enough!” Mote interrupted growing exasperated at the flakes of intense blue light that again appeared in Tempest’s crystals. “We best pursue this vain venture through now before you have to be taught in a situation where your life depends on it.”
Driven on by Mote, the two hedgehogs raced down from the cliffside view of the mud flats and right into the coral maze growing from it. And it was a maze, rich in false entrances and tunnels that would launch them right back into the air above the mudflats. Hidden chimneys firing off jets of water that would also launch them high into the air as they attempted to find a way into the caverns that surely lay beneath.
The natural architecture of the coral maze growing above the mudflats was not all that attempted to prevent Tempest and Rosy from finding a way inside, though water slides right into the mud surely complicated matters. More pressingly however were the crabs that called Amnesia Island and the coral maze and hidden caves home. While the wolf to automobile sized ones were easily knocked out of their way with a Spin Attack or Spin Dash sending the craps spinning off every which way, the ones large enough that their claws were the size of automobiles presented a different challenge. Such tremendous crabs on more than one occasion would scramble up a coral tower and try to cut off the two hedgehogs racing through the maze, though sometimes their large size proved advantageous as Rosy and Tempest would use them as platforms to get back up and out of the mud. They were certainly better and more reliable than those that took on the properties of the Rings and floated about freely through the air.
It was not that some of the free-floating platforms would drop out from under them as Rosy and Tempest raced across them that made them unreliable, but that the Stone Ghosts present about the mudflats could reduce them to Rings. With a blast of a green beam of light from their gems, the Stone Ghosts could reduce any floating platform into the Rings that gave its form and that it closely borrowed the attributes of. Lacking the more durable nature of other Ring attribute taking structures such as the various loops about, a platform vanishing from under their feet frequently left Rosy and Tempest dropping down into the mud. Their most recent slip up however left them falling into a rather sizable pool in the mudflats.
“And so, it would seem he can’t swim,” Mote noted as Tempest hit the water and failed to emerge alongside Rosy who gasped for air as she did. Not wanting to leave Tempest to drown however Mote quickly yelled an order in Rosy’s direction. “Tempest can’t swim my Vassal! You’d best rescue him at once!”
“EH~!” Rosy exclaimed in surprise before looking around to realize that Tempest had indeed not emerged like she had. “No way~! He really can’t swim!”
Taking a deep breath, Rosy dove back under the water and Mote splashed in behind her to offer her illumination as an underwater light of sorts. The red light being cast by Tempest’s crystals served a similar function where he stood in the silt at that bottom of the pool with his arms crossed while tapping his foot as several crabs emerged from around him.
Despite the mud preventing him from being able to really get good traction to move, Tempest easily drove away the crabs by swelling his right fist to a massive size and punching them away. It was hard to move however, and he surely would have been caught by the crab that emerged behind him had Rosy not suddenly knocked it away with a well-timed Spin Dash.
Relieved at the sight of Rosy, Tempest’s crystals again shifted to a blue light, though sparks of red electricity persisted as his lungs burned for air. Rosy seemed to already understand that Tempest was running out of time and quickly gestured that she would swim to the surface where he would grab her with his right arm and pull himself up to her. Tempest shook his head at the suggestion though as he knew that if the Darkness of his arm were to start covering Rosy it would paralyze her dooming them both. Rosy puffed up her cheeks frustratedly and Tempest tried to calm her down by letting a Ring emerge from his body to remind her that the golden loops would whisk him away to somewhere safe before he suffered any life altering condition. Rosy simply looked angrier as a result and swam right at him.
Attempting to catch Tempest in a full nelson and swim him to the surface was perhaps not a bad idea on Rosy’s part. The threat Tempest’s right arm posed to her would be mitigated by the time it would take for the Darkness to spread over her. The speed she could swim at being in possession of speed matching Sonic’s would surely assure she would have more than enough time as long as Tempest did not panic, but it was hard not to as one of the more massive giant crabs suddenly emerged from the silt before them. However, the arrival of the giant crab was not what caused Tempest to panic, and also Rosy, but that its emergence unplugged the pool and the both of them with Mote were sucked down beneath the silt. ★
EPISODE OF JOURNEY’S BEGINNING 03 - END
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Fey Reads Oriental Adventures 3.0 (2001)
Part 1: The Beginenings
In which Fey Rues the Twilight laments the problems (racist and otherwise) of this book
Remember how I talked about the Collective forming an OA party? Well, that inspired me to review OA. But since it's a favorite, I figured it'd be best to go chapter by chapter. My introduction dwells on the material people usually skip so as to address the elephant in the room: the fact that OA is not in and of itself a fantastic resource when it comes to authenticity of anything it discusses.
OA was one of the first two RPG (let alone D&D) books I ever bought (the other being the Psionics Handbook). I loved it to pieces -- quite literally: I carried it in my backpack so much that the corners of the cover frayed, which led to a friend of mine repairing them with brown duct tape (it doesn't match the cover, but it does complement it). It still remains a sourcebook I find incredibly helpful, with plenty of good ideas.
And yet...
To say that OA has its share of problems is an understatement. I'll explain as I go, but the title itself is a clue.
Alternate Alternate Subtitle: Why I Hate James Wyatt
James Wyatt's discussion of the origins of this book -- the L5R RPG and the original Oriental Adventures for 1st edition AD&D (1985) -- is a great reflection of what Tumblr will note is White (Liberal?) People Ignoring Racism.
Wyatt opens this foreword with an offset quotation of the opening line OA 1985 ("...The mysterious and exotic Orient, land of spices and warlords, has at last opened her gates to the West."). He ruminates on this as an outdated theme only: he says that society has changed, but he doesn't discuss the underlying issues -- of how the word "oriental" is now considered pejorative, of how exoticizing a culture necessarily others it and thus creates an inherently demeaning caricature regardless of intentions (for it is one which is always in contrast with the viewpoint culture of the exoticizing person [in this case, the West in general]), and how in the '90s and early oughts there had been major calls for representation of othered peoples (mainly by race, culture, and certain disabilities; gender and sexual minorities were still largely taboo at this point and we were grappling with having equal representation of women). He glosses over this entirely; it reminds me of Todd Lockwood's comments on the subject while working on concept art for 3.0 D&D.
This lack of understanding pervades the book from the very first page -- by which I mean the credits. The only credits that seem to be for people of Asian decent are artist Raven Mimura and pronunciation guide Moe Murayama. While Wyatt provides a mini bibliography on the same page, the only sources he cites in full are various D&D ones. He does cite "the Legend of the Five Rings™ roleplaying game, written by John Wick" (tee hee), but there had been two editions by that point by a few years and he doesn't indicate which he references. He otherwise cites "numerous L5R supplements by John Wick, Ree Soesbee, and others," in the manner of a YouTube plagiarist. Very helpful, James! This is the only bibliography in the entire book, so the only way to know if he does any justice to Rokugan (the L5R setting), Kara-Tur, or Asia past the -stans not belonging to Russia is by knowing or learning about those things from outside sources. (We shall see why this is a problem as we go.)
The credit for this fault can't solely be placed on Wyatt -- we are talking Hasbro-WotC business practices, after all, and there are typos in this credits list anyway. And though I checked a good portion of the major names (all but Mimura were white; I'm not sure who Murayama is), I couldn't check all of them, so it's possible someone involved was a person of color.
We don't necessarily need someone of color to write a book about Asia in fantasy so long as we have someone who is well familiar with the subject matter. Wyatt presents himself as this, bringing up his own "interest" in India and Southeast Asia while discussing the new OA book and its antecedents. If you weren't familiar with the original OA, you'd think that this would be a sign that he was responsible for the inclusion of non-Chinese/Japanese/Korean elements.
And, again, we'd be wrong. Most of those were already in OA to begin with.
Wyatt's philosophical approach to the book as a whole is inadvertently revealed when discussing L5R:
"In the meantime, a collectible card game somehow accomplished what generations of roleplaying games based on the fantasies of Asia never quite did: create a living world drawn from Asian history and legend that did not pretend to be history, never claimed to be accurate, and yet appealed to a larger and more vocal fan base than the original Oriental Adventures setting of Kara-Tur or historical Japan ever did."
(Emphasis mine.)
First of all, Rokugan is emphatically Japanese. It does include a few things from other cultures (e.g., naga), but 90-99% of things in Rokugan are Japanese. Not only are they Japanese, they're obviously and vehemently Japanese. To say that it doesn't pretend to be history or claim to be accurate is to mistake the conventions of the fantasy genre artistic license for an excuse not to do research and not to be faithful to source material.
Second of all, L5R did something that RPGs didn't for a few reasons. There's an implicit understanding in this paragraph that Asian RPGs failed because of lack of interest in historical recreation, but that's like talking about D&D as if it were a byproduct of Ren Faire culture. (Granted, the wargames it grew out of did have an element of that, but they were always about the wargame first and the period details second.) As with the rest of his intro, Wyatt's focus overlooks real-world connections in a glaring fashion -- in this case, the rise of anime and the subsequent popularization of all things Japanese in the mid-'90s onward. L5R wasn't a success in a vacuum, a work of awe-inspiring popularity that fell from the heavens, but part of the craze for all things Japanese that is still ongoing (and has in turn led to the growth of other imported Asian media fandoms).
"Fey, what are you getting at?"
Wyatt has a nasty habit of 1.) not understanding the material he's working with, be it Asian cultures or the alignment system and 2.) imposing his very constrained opinions on such material in a way that simply doesn't work. Such missteps are usually pretty obvious; they are frequently wrong as in just incorrect, but at least as frequently wrong as in also bad/evil in a way that it takes only a brief reaction to see. This isn't just true of OA, it's true of everything the man's hands have touched.
Now, to give credit where credit is due, Wyatt does try to keep OA operable for all forms of play: the Rokugan enthusiast, the weirdo who likes Kara-Tur, or the person who just wants to shake up D&D a bit. He spends the majority of the rest of the introduction on this, talking about what variety you can use and how to differentiate pieces hither and thither. He does mention that there is a chapter devoted to Rokugan itself, but not that the preceding chapter discusses pastabilities with cultural presentation, which is lamentable. This book is indeed worthwhile in featuring lots and lots and lots of options. It could be better if it were able to contextualize some of these, not least of which by labeling things by culture and not just whether or not they're from L5R. (There is one table that provides names of weapons by culture and another with Japanese, Chinese, and "Indian Culture" names for classes, but no additional translation notes, let alone explanations for how these things might differ.) However, if it were much better, it would have to sacrifice something elsewhere, as it's already nearly as big as the original third edition Player's Handbook.
The amount of material in this book should be enough to give a cursory outline of a Rokugani campaign. It provides a lot -- a lot -- of detail on the major clans, general details about the society at large (organizational structure, religion, history, economy, class immobility, etc.); with the amount of purely Japanese material in it, it should be possible to run a Rokugan campaign. I do recall at the time that there were mixed reviews, though: people who weren't already familiar with L5R loved it, but fans of L5R gave vague but always semi-negative reviews. This would allow for AEG (publisher of L5R) to cash in on the "everything must be d20 System" fad and release a series of Rokugan supplements (including a Rokugan Cmapaign Setting of roughly equal length).
The Short of It
The thing to take away from OA is not that it itself is a masterwork of writing, editing, cultural representation, authenticity, or even reliability regarding its featured campaign setting. Rather, it's that as a 250-something page book, it does a remarkable job of inspiring interest in Rokugan and Asia in general while also providing just enough material that you have a jumping off point for both gaming and further research. It's imperfect in the extreme, but it's very much worth the read anyway.
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my thirst has reached it’s final form i think
it started out all “tee hee pretty man” *twirls hair*, passed all the way through the 5 stages of horniness and now i have officially arrived at the “please sir, put your entire boot up my ass, punt me down the stairs like we’re playing a fucked up game of cornhole”-stage
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Banjo-Kazooie Spotlight
Hello, all! Guest writer Bynine here with an article on my favorite game of all time! Despite the immense popularity of this beloved N64 classic, the enemies of Banjo-Kazooie are not something that often comes up in discussion. Well, I'm here to change that!! Or at least, write well too much about some choice picks from the bestiary. Let's go!
Topper
Topper is the first in a small collection of sentient, googly-eyed vegetables that live in Spiral Mountain, where heroes Banjo and Kazooie also reside. Get used to those googly eyes, by the way, because you'll be seeing them a lot. Anywho, I really like the name Topper. You know, like "carrot top"! Great names are another feature of this series.
Bawl
Speaking of which, here's Bawl. Bawl is a fun name! It's hard to say without a southern drawl - bawwwl. Besides that, I don't have much to say about this hopping onion, but I still appreciate you, Bawl.
Colliwobble
The finale of our vegetable trio, and I'll be honest, I've saved the best for last. Sorry, Topper and Bawl, but it's a flying cauliflower called Colliwobble! How can you not love that? It flaps around gently with its big leaves, sustaining flight in a physically improbable yet adorable manner. How come the real thing can't do that, huh? No amount of bourbon roasted, brown butter baked cauliflower can convince me that we didn't get the short end of the stick here.
Gruntlings
The henchmen of the villainous witch Gruntilda, these oafish ogres patrol the halls of her lair, running after Banjo in a stance I'm sure they think is very intimidating.
Or maybe they want a hug? C'mere, big fella.
The most striking thing about Gruntlings to me is their impeccable fashion sense. They come in a variety of colors, and each one has a rakishly charming cloak to match, emblazoned with a fetching skull emblem. Would you mind stretching your arms out, Mr. Black Gruntling?
Thank you. Did Gruntilda coordinate these outfits? I'd believe it - she has a great ensemble herself, replete with a gorgeous purple striped scarf. And this is the same lady who's decorated her entire lair with images of her own face, after all...
Shrapnel
These ornery armaments are in the tragic category of enemies whose only goal in life is to detonate directly next to you. It's fitting then that they're based on a naval mine, but they also (perhaps unintentionally?) resemble sea urchins! How fun!
Normally they look fairly docile, even cute with their little underbite, but when Banjo draws near they growl and do... this. You okay there, buddy?
They're also the only enemies that appear in every Banjo-Kazooie platformer game! Clearly Rare knew they had a winner on their hands. Look at their pretty colors in Banjo Tooie! Look, but don't touch, please. It won't end well for anybody.
Sir Slush
Anyone who's played Banjo-Kazooie will be familiar with these goons. Living snowmen are usually quite jolly, and Sir Slush is no exception, with his consistent and hearty laughter. However, instead of frolicking in the snow, all Sir Slush does is pelt our heroes with snowballs. Rude!
Similar to the platonic ideal of living snowman himself, Frosty the Snowman, the life force of Sir Slush seems to be concentrated in its hat. It's invulnerable to most forms of damage, but if Kazooie strikes its hat at high velocity, it will be blown into icy chunks. Is this a similar principle to the "aim-for-the-head" zombie-killing technique? Are snowmen not merely zombies, extra ice, hold the flesh? Human bodies are 70% water anyway!
Slappa
Another classic bestiary staple, the living hand! Slappa are gargantuan mummified arm-hand combos that pop up without warning from the dusty sands of Gobi's Valley, the requisite desert level of Banjo-Kazooie. True to their name, their main method of attack is a slap, where they simply fall over, crushing anything in their path. The most confusing thing about Slappas is that they have the ability to speak - they laugh if they manage to land a hit, and groan in pain when defeated. How are you talking, Slappa? Do you have a mouth hidden under those bandages? Maybe a whole face?
Artist's interpretation
There also exists a single non-violent Slappa called Grabba, who clutches onto a Jiggy and hides underground with it if you get too close. Should you manage to grab it, they mention having had it for a thousand years, but then congratulate you on your technique. Of all the traits to be assigned to a mummified hand, "sportsmanlike" was not one I was expecting, but I'll gladly take it.
Tee-Hee
Another winner of a name! Tee-Hee! That's great! This design is great too, in my humble opinion. You wouldn't expect a ghost to have such a goblinoid appearance, but Tee-Hee delivers both flavors of common RPG monster at once in an elegant package. Naturally Tee-Hees can phase through walls and are invincible to most attacks, staples of any Game Ghost (TM), and their pursuit is marked with constant laughter. Admittedly their laugh is more of a "mua-ha-ha" than a "tee-hee", but I'm willing to forgive it.
There's also a purple version! This one ignores Banjo and Kazooie entirely, preferring to move around in square patterns. Don't worry, though, it still laughs a lot. What's so funny about squares? Only the purple Tee-Hee knows.
Grimlet
Appearing on a ship known as the Rusty Bucket, Grimlet will disguise themselves as ordinary pipes, only showing their eyes and fangs when Banjo and Kazooie draw near. Despite their metallic appearance, they can stretch their bodies way out to take a bite out of bears and birds alike. You know, I like this design, but I feel like it could be improved somehow. Hmm...
Ooh! The beta version of Grimlet has a really interesting twist- eyes in its own mouth! Of course, any monster is improved when it puts its peepers in its gullet, and Grimlet is no exception. Well, let's keep going!
An even earlier screenshot shows them with white, human eyes... and with a fleshy inner maw... Nope, I don't like this one bit. Abort!
Ahhh... Much better. Now that's a sentient cowl ventilator that I'd let take a chunk out of me. No, I don't have a problem! Quiet, you!
Of course, there are many more denizens of the BK universe worthy of scrutiny - in a universe where even common collectibles will strike up a conversation with you, that's not surprising. In particular, a Banjo-Tooie showcase would be a lot of fun... But I have to stop myself somewhere. Until next time!
#banjo-kazooie#banjo kazooie#enemies#topper#bawl#colliwobble#gruntling#shrapnel#sir slush#slappa#grabba#tee-hee#grimlet#bynine#guest writer#mod orange shy guy
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kimetsu no yaiba | reverse harem
⤧feat Sanemi, Uzui, Giyū and Kyōjurō
⤧ Fluff
⤧Slightly Rated
⤧Long oneshot
"Giyū."
The ravenette young man slowly find himself tossing the drowsiness away and have come to an awaken when that certain voice calls out for him-his eyelids fluttering open trying to adjust with the light of the afternoon sun.But a shadow seem to conceal them right around his view;coming to a clear it is someone who is looking down at him.
He blinks the sleepiness away which made the female slip a few faint chuckles from her lips,he really looked like a child waking up from his nap.
"Should you really be sleeping here outside?"
He stifle a yawn,now forcing himself to sit upright with a stretch of his arms.He looks at his surroundings momentarily where he remembered planning to take a short rest by the engawa in one of the Ubuyashiki's estate where it meant for the other demon hunters to sleep in.
"Why not?"
"Are you serious? You just got back from an injured mission,did you not? What happened to resting in Shinobu's place?" She sat herself down on the veranda as well now,she is not wearing her haori so Giyū must have guessed she left it back at her own room.
"What about you?" He ask,voice groggy and hoarse when his throat felt dry
"Me?" She blinks twice,
"You just got back from a mission too.Why are you here?"
"You noticed?" Her smile slowly broke out,widening their form that always manage to make Giyū heart flutters in a pleasing way.
"I was just on my way back home 'till i smelt your scent here."
"My scent?"
She nods, "Yeah, after all, Giyū scent is unique tee-hee."
Oh have mercy with his heart
"Is that so.." He murmur,gaze casts downwards and she who senses it lean closer,cradling his cheek with one of her hand, shifting the warmth of her palm to his cold skin.
"You look really tired,Giyū.Will you not rest properly?" She sounded very concern and he uses this chance to lean against her touch.
"Will you be here?" He knows he is acting like a pampered child right now but he can't help it.Whenever (y/n) is around he will only show that fragility side of his only to her;her who manage to thaw the ice in his heart.
Her words are very delicate,assuring and soft which he found himself falling to her sweet honey voice all the damn time.
(y/n)’s lips curve a small but genuine smile, "May i come closer?"
This is what he loves about her; she will always ask for his consent though she knows very well that he will always say yes nonetheless but she still does.
Giyū nodded and she scooted closer where his arms opened ready to welcoming her into his embrace that eventually often ended up with his head resting upon her lap; loving how she would ran through her fingers to comb his black locks,soothing both his mind and physique.
"I met a boy today." He conversed,
"His whole family was slaughtered by the demons." And he felt her touch stops for a second,before continuing again.
"But left for his sister."
"And i take it you saved them?"
He didn't answer as the silence hovers above the two.
"(y/n)."
"Hm?"
His navy blue gaze bore intensely into her (e/c) ones, "No matter what happened later,will you trust me?"
Her smile slowly fell,she looks like she is trying to figure out the reason behind his eyes but couldn't find any;so what is he talking about?
"Was it life-threatening to you?"
"...yes."
"Will it ease your mind if i said i will?"
He doesn't move or utter a word though his stare never left hers.Sometimes Giyū is unreadable and (y/n) is having difficult times to understand him but all so far ever since she met him, he never hurt her in fact, he adores her so that he will always remind her through words and actions that he is very caring.
"As long as Giyū believes what's right,then i will believe you too." She concluded.
My dear,what a beautiful creature and her heart so
With that said, Giyū prop himself up, levelling his gaze with hers.He waste no second as he dip in to a soft kiss to her plush ones that looks very irresistible with its natural rosey colour,inviting him to taste it.
One hand went to the back of her head as he leans deeper in result for the girl to arch her back-Giyū took the advantage to let her lie down onto the floor,his mouth working against hers in a fiery but yet soft passionate lock.
(y/n) shut both her eyes closed;wrapping her small arms around his neck intend to pull him closer;his scent getting stronger into her sensitive nose.His grip around her hip is gentle and that almost tickles her.
Her lips are very sweet like bees seeking for the sweetness of nectar buried inside a flower;her smell of faint lily only tantalise his yearning for her even profound.
Does the other men feel like this too whenever they got closer to her? So does that mean she is not only his alone?
He knows (y/n)’s trait is to be kind to everyone but right now he couldn't see it as anything but upsetting. Because that trait only suitable with someone as bright as her; like Rengoku does.
But will he withdraw from it? Of course not. Not when he can get to hold her like this as he wishes to.
He deepens the kiss,she feels the slight tip of his tongue brushes against hers.
"(y/n)."
She is madly obsess with Giyū’s voice whenever he would whisper her name between their mingled breaths.So it is fitting to return the favour,
"Giyū.."
"Lady (y/n)!"
The girl spun around noticing the very familiar vibrant yellow-haired young man with red streaks approaching towards her,his white haori flutters behind his back accompanies with his usual bright smile that could lit almost everyone's day in an instance just by looking at it
"Kyōjurō!" Her face breaks into a wide smile,lifted the edge of her kimono to run straight to him almost stumbling along the way.She tackles the Flame Pillar to a hug which he then brought her for a single spin
"I haven't seen you for some times! Where have you been? How are you?"
"Slow down there ,goddess.I will answer one at a time." He laughs,still refusing to let the girl go.Not that she is complaining but she had longed to be in his strong embrace again,his comforting warmth and she simply cannot go a day without having Rengoku in her lives.
"I was training the kids that got recruited recently into the Corps.I'm sorry i haven't been seeing you recently,i missed you." Rengoku leans in,burying his nose into the crook of her neck with strands of his hair tickling the side of her face.
"You are a teacher now? That occupation suits you the best,have you ever heard yourself through speech?"
"Do not tease me my love." He chuckles, "And how are you? i have a break so i drop by in hoping i can see you." He caresses his lips across her cheekbone,feeling the warm breath swept onto her skin causing shivers down her spine.
"Drop b—" But then she remembered, there is no one by the estate other than her currently.She had sent all her retainers out for a day off in return for their hard work these past few days so how?
"Did you just—jumped over the walls?"
"Yep!" His face is beaming instead of feeling guilty, "I knocked but no one answered!"
"And you see it fitting to sneaked in instead?"
"Why not?" He laughs,"Do you not like it when i sneaked in to see you?" His sunset pair of vivid eyes softens at her sight making all the heat crept up from her neck and gradually gathers on both her pale cheeks colouring it beet red,
"That's so sly of you.."
There is a hint of smirk on his face, "Look at me (y/n)."
When she does, Rengoku peers into her face, "I want to kiss you."
In his eyes, it is frustrating how other men gets to see how beautiful and breathtaking her face is in this close space. The thoughts where others could ran their fingers upon her skin irks his mind that he needed to confirm something, to sate his frustration behind his gaily facade.
He remembers where she lies down with Giyū beside when he found her taking a break valuing the time to spend with her when it becomes so busy.
Not to mention the other two Pillars that couldn't keep his hands off her;especially Shinazugawa.
With the devil lurking behind his head,he didn't wait for her respond as Rengoku dive in for a fierce kiss.
Ah His rough and chapped lips crash on hers;stealing all her oxygen away immediately as she held onto the fabric of his haori,his strong bicep went over the back of her waist to crush her body on him to enjoy the warmth and hopefully her scent that will linger on his clothes so he can catch a whiff of her on him at times.
When his kisses became desperate and rough, her mind went blank and she lost her own control letting him swallow every of her small tiny moans,
"Breathe through your nose,(y/n)." He whispers between kisses, "Regulate them."
Even now,he sounded like a good teacher but it somehow stimulates her even more while on the other hand he can feel her breath getting unsteady and he will have no choice but to end this soon so he reminded her again to allow it lasts longer.
How adorable
He pulls away after making sure to leave a bite on her lower lip.(y/n) collapse on his broad chest,inhaling the air that escaped from her lungs.Rengoku continue to kiss the side of her head lovingly,
"I knew sneaking in always got to see you."
"Will you,(y/n)?"
"For the last time,Uzui i won't be your fourth wife."
"Why not?"
"I'm not a fan of sharing."
The male hums,watching her figure around and about in the garden and he thanked the heavens above he chose the right timing to came by. (y/n) will always changes her outfits whenever she is done with missions; so he gets to see her other side of beauties.
"Uzui..?"
"Mhm don't mind me,darling.Keep doing whatever you're doing."
"I'm asking a question,silly." She laughs,that melodious light sound that sings for his heart.
"You look wonderful in anything,exceeding my flamboyant type." He merrily said,watching from earlier where the servants of her house behind her held the colourful obis and kimonos in different patterns for her to try on.He is saying a fact though, (f/n) is downright a beautiful goddess in his eyes; her beauty exceeding every women he had ever seen in this vast world and secretly he admit,she is far more beauteous than all of his three wives.
Don't get him wrong; he insist on her marrying him is not just because of looks.She is one of the strongest female Pillars he ever encountered other than Shinobu and Mitsuri.Her special abilities is beyond expectations despite her fragile form.
She wield both Breath of (element) and (element) user,her physical combat is remarkable and she will always proudly presents it was because of her hard training under Giyū and Kyōjurō.
Then his eyebrows form a crease between them upon other male's names in his head came across.The thing is, he had just came back from a mission for exactly a week and kami-sama knows what those vermin done to her in his absence.
"Uzui!"
He was snapped out from his own daze when he looks up to see her already standing right before him,a frown etched across her face visibly clear,
"You've been spacing out rather a lot today,something in your mind?"
"Yeah,whether to sleep at your place or mine tonight?"
His blunt response cause the heat crept up from her neck to her cheeks, "What the heck are you saying!? and in this broad daylight!"
He laughs,always find her reaction amusing, "i'm serious, will you not warm my bed tonight?" He took one of her hand in his to place chaste kiss around her fingers all the while keeping his intense maroon gaze to look into her eyes.
She smiles, "No."
Then his face fell to a sulk, "No? why no?"
"as i said,i'm not a fan of sharing." She drew her hand back to her side,noticing the ghost pout on his lips that she secretly found it very rare on a man as eccentric and loud as the Sound Pillar is.
So she tip on her toes, placing a quick but intimate peck of kiss on his lips catching the man taken aback.
He blinks at her triumphant smirk, "but this'll do for now.We shall see tonight."
He watches her back walking away as he still stand on his ground,baffled. The corner of his lips curve to a grin eventually,catching up to her,
"You think that was enough?" he huffs to himself,imagining the bigger possibilities in the back of his head once he get his hands on her tonight.
Some say the Wind Pillar is the demon from hell himself because all he speaks are nothing but curses, rebukes not to mention his emotional rage all the damn time.
But then again, all demon slayers have their own pasts that made them who they have become today so why the judge?
Though that is still no excuse for this certain Pillar to be so rough on the rookies that they start calling him the 'lunatic pillar'
"But my Nemi is the nicest of all~!"
"GAHH! I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT!"
(y/n) laughs out loud,doubling over whenever she got the opportunity to tease the Wind Pillar's younger brother who always turns beet red like the tomato in the Butterfly Estate's garden.
Animated steam blowing out from his both ears,unable to look at the girl in the yes because as everyone said, she is a beauty to behold and Genya who hits puberty,is now extremely shy in front of these complicated creatures.
"you are so cute!"
kami,did she even hear herself right now?
How did it come down to this? one moment he was enjoying the handmade ohagi in his engawa by himself until she decided to pay a visit out of the blue,choking the tea in his throat.
It happens in a slip of a tongue when they were talking about his older brother,he uses his secretive nickname he always had inside his imagination.But now that she heard it loud,she simply won't just stop.
"But i completely understand you," her voice regained back to its compose, "He is just very bad at expressing himself so maybe somebody just had to teach him."
"Teach me what?"
their heads shot to the right where a drawling snarl was heard.There,the mentioned white-haired male is now approaching them closer
"Ooh if it isn't my Nemi~!"
"(Y-Y/N)-SAN!"
They sensed him flinch,his glaring eyes now glowering even darkened to the point Genya just wanted to crawl into a hole underneath the house right now.
"What the actual fuck?"
She feigned a dramatic gasp, "Nemi! watch your language,please! Hello? a kid here?"
He mutters another incoherent curses underneath his breath, running his hands through his white locks, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm stopping by on my way back from Oyakata-sama's headquarter."
He rose an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Aah,are you curious?" she wiggles her eyebrows and rather to deal with her childish act right now,he simply waved her off,heading inside the house, "never mind."
"And you, rather than slacking off why don't you train your damn limbs off?"
"Y-yes!"
She frown at the exchange yet brief conversation-well,technically not one but that is the daily talks the siblings will only get.
So (y/n) excused herself from Genya to follow the older Shinazugawa inside.
"What do you want again?" she heard him groan knowing full aware she is trailing behind him into the kitchen
"What was that? Genya was waiting for you to come home,you buffoon."
"What'd you call me?"
"Nothing," she huffs,"Would you like some tea,buffoon?"
She casually prepares the teapot and mugs from the shelves after numerous times visited his estate.He did said make herself at home so she is putting to a good use at that opportunity.
"If you're only here to talk my ear off,i'd better sleep." he grunted,crossed his arms as he leans onto the counter,watching the girl in his kitchen.
"A simple 'I made Ohagi' is a big step for him,you know?" she hands him the warm tea,
He only looks away silently sipping it,
She sighs, "Sanemi.."
She waited patiently,staring intently at the man before she heard distinct mutters behind the mug over his mouth,
"what?"
"i said i'll fucking try,okay." He gives in,mumbling.
This brought a smile upon her lips. With the close distance, Sanemi casually reaches for her hips before tugging her closer so he can hold her into his big and safe embrace,rests his forehead onto one of her shoulder,
"There,there why don't you take a rest while i accompany Genya for a while?" she caresses the back of his head,her fingers twirling at some strands of his white-titanium hair.
"Forget about that twat, i thought you're here to see me."
"That twat happens to be your brother." she lightly slap the back of his neck with a frown,a faint warn for him to watch how he speaks though that is a fairly fat chance.
"Yeah yeah whatever." Sanemi dismissed listlessly,nuzzling his nose deeper to her scent that he would be lying if he was to say it does not calm him. After a long and tiring afternoon unceasingly lone training,this is just what he needs.She always comes at the right timing.
(y/n)’s lips pulled to a firm,straight line when she then felt his lips brushes the skin along the valley between her neck and shoulders sending vague shivers down her spine.His other hand went over her back to pull the collar of her yukata down.
W..woah!
Without any warning, his teeth starts to nibble as she tensed in his arms.He carelessly place the mug from his hand to the counter behind him,knocking it over for the little liquid to spill.
"Wait,S-Sanemi—"
She let out a yelp when he starts to add little strength to bit on a certain spot,sucking them to make sure he leaves a mark.
He pulls away just enough to admire the single hickey he just made that comes to life in its redness against her skin.
She deliver a slap again but this time,on his forearm,
"Pervert,what was that for?" she frown,
"What, the mark i gave you last time gone expired,i'm only duplicating it." he shrugs but the smug smirk on his face screams sorry not sorry.
"So the other bastards know you belong to me."
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