#seriously I love these chars and their whole dynamic
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Stone butch submissive top/ Dom butch bottom
Mathilda and Annie have been seeing each other for a while, but Annie has yet to make Mathilda cum. Since she’s never been with a stone before, Annie decides wants to learn about stone pleasure, specifically HER stone’s pleasure, and discover the kind of touch that does the trick.
Cw: penetration with fingers, oral stimulation, degradation, dominance, use of titles (sir/puppy), sexual language, overstimulation
“What are you thinking about?” I ask. Annie looks distant, staring out the second story window at the intersection below. This late at night, I know the streets get dead, so she must just be staring at empty asphalt. She’s been lost in thought the past few times I came over, and I’m starting to worry.
“Hm? Nothing.” She comes to sit next to me on my bed. I’m lying down, relaxing in between rounds. We’ve been at it like rabbits since that campfire, and I always end up taking a breather. I card a hand through her hair.
“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, I wanna know! what have you been thinking about?”
She scoots in beside me, curling herself against my chest. She slipped back into her clothes for a smoke a few minutes ago, and, of course, I never got out of mine. Our hoodie strings tangle together. She smells like Mavericks.
“Just-“ she chews her bottom lip. “Worrying.”
“Why?” I draw her head in closer to my chest, stroking her hair. She has such soft hair, and it calms the both of us.
“I feel like you don’t… like this. As much as me, anyway.”
My brow furrows. “Why would you think that?”
She shrugs. “I dunno, you just don’t… I don’t know.” She rubs her forehead. “Maybe I just don’t understand how you… work?”
“I’m not following.”
“I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever made you cum.” She looks to the side, a little ashamed.
It’s a fair assessment, I haven’t cum during our hookups yet. But that means something totally different to me than it would to someone else.
“Oh, that’s not a big deal! I don’t cum with partners very often. It’s sort of part of the whole stone thing, y’know? It doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it.”
“I guess, I only have my own frame of reference. If I had been dating someone as long as we-“
My eyes go wide.
“I mean. Seeing. Seeing someone.”
“Right. Right.” I smirk.
Annie’s been insisting we aren’t dating, but she lets it slip every so often. I wonder what she tells our friends about this relationship. I wonder if she uses that word when I’m not there. She may act like she’s too cool for romance, but late at night when I get up to go to the bathroom, she grabs my hand half asleep and says, ‘baby love, please stay.’ It feels decidedly non-platonic. I guess butches have to protect our hearts, but I’m dedicated to finding my way in, however long that takes me.
She clears her throat. “If I’d been seeing someone as long as you have and they never made me cum, I’d probably… I dunno, think less of them.”
“Oh, so, you’re just worried it reflects on you?”
She shrugs.
“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried you were gonna say you found me less attractive because I’m stone.” I kiss the top of her head and sigh. It really is a huge relief.
“What, do people say that?”
I prop myself up on my elbow. “Oh, yes. Very often. I’ve been dumped for being stone more times than I can count.”
“That really sucks, baby. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t dump you like that.” She kisses me on the cheek.
“Well, you couldn’t.” I smirk.
She looks quizzically at me, then it hits her. “Right, because we’re not- right. Got it.”
“Keep forgetting, huh?”
She rolls her eyes and shoves me. “Fuck you, I’m trying to go slow!”
I squeeze her waist tight to me. “Oh, but you just can’t HELP wanting to U-haul with me, you silly lesbo lover boy, you!” I ruffle her hair and she sighs contentedly. “Look at it this way- you’re absolutely my dream butch. I enjoy sex with you more than I’ve ever enjoyed sex with anyone else in my life. I just don’t cum easily. Not your fault. Nobody’s fault, really. And it doesn’t mean I don’t love having sex with you.”
She thinks for a minute. “But… do you want to?”
“What?”
“You said it’s hard to cum, not that you don’t want to. Do you want to, and I’m just not good at making you feel good enough to?”
“I-“ I stutter. I don’t really think of it that way. “I dunno. I guess I’ve never… I mean, I barely ever came even with other people. I got good at faking it though, once I knew they’d break up with me otherwise.”
She holds my face in her palms. “I don’t want you to fake it. I want you to feel good. If that doesn’t include cumming, that’s fine. If it does, though, I want to know how to do it. And just in general, I want to do things that bring you pleasure at whatever level you’re able to feel it.”
I pause. “I don’t know. You make me cum when I’m by myself pretty often.”
“By yourself?”
I look to the side, embarrassed. “When I’m touching myself, I cum from thinking about you.”
Her breath hitches and she tugs me in closer. “What have you been thinking about, puppy?” The change of name strikes me in my gut. We’re revving up, now.
I squirm. “You.”
“What about me?”
She sits up into my lap and I lean towards her, posture just like the night we first kissed. The memory of it tugs at my heartstrings and makes me throb in the same breath. She weaves the bridges of our noses together, gazing down at my lips. I know she’s thinking about kissing me, but I don’t have permission to lean in on her behalf. I can feel her breath on the nerves of my lower lip. I steel myself.
“How my fingers would feel inside you.”
“Oh?” She leans back, tugging my right arm into her hands. “How would it feel?”
“Um.” I stammer. “Really good.” I’m not as natural at this kind of talk as Annie, but I have my ideas.
“Yeah? You sensitive in your hands?”
I nod. “Very.“
She exhales her question, one eyebrow quirked. I can tell she’s thought of something. “Are you-“ she draws my right hand up parallel to her eyes, holding on by my wrist. “-Ok with this kind of touching?”
My heart hammers in my chest. I nod.
The corners of her mouth twitch up subtly, not giving me the satisfaction of a smile. Annie keeps holding my wrist still with her right hand, but traces with her left pointer from my elbow to my palm. She presses and splays my fingers apart with her own.
“Do you ever cum from the stuff you do? Like, from stuff that isn’t direct?”
I swallow. “You mean my strap?”
Annie lowers my wrist to lean into me closer. She drags her nose up the crook of my neck, chuckling.
“I mean your hands. Can you cum from your hands?”
I shiver. “I- I dunno. I haven’t tried.”
“Tried?”
I stammer. “Yeah, um. Cumming from stone stuff is different. It doesn’t just happen on accident. You have to be immersed, I guess.”
“Immersed.” She hums. Her lips graze the shell of my ear. “What does it feel like? Being immersed?”
I feel myself throb. Like that, I wish I could say.
“I have to go slower, but it feels really good. I focus on the touch and somehow I can move the place I feel it. Then it’s like my hand is - mmh-“ Annie is dragging her bottom teeth against my earlobe, firmness making me squirm.
She pauses when I stop speaking.
“Go on, puppy.”
“S-sorry. It makes it feel like my hand is my strap. Or, my dick. It’s all one feeling. And that can make me cum.”
She pulls away. “So, if I touch you like this-“ she drags a finger against my heart line, tracing the deep creases of my palm. My breath hitches, just enough to be noticed, but subtle enough that it’s clear I’m not faking.
“Wow.” Annie’s tonguing her molars, eyes alive with thrill. “That’s what you like, huh puppy?”
My eyes fall to the side. “Yeah.”
“Oh, baby, I don’t mean to embarrass you.” She pauses. “Well, that’s not entirely true. But I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just…” Annie touches between the pads of my pointer finger, featherlight and ticklish. I startle in my seat and suppress a moan. “Fascinated. I’ve never been with a stone before. Your body works in such interesting ways.”
I try to laugh. “I don’t know if I’m a good barometer for the standard stone experience.”
“Mmm, I don’t imagine you are. Not that that’s bad.” She traces the pad of her middle finger up my forearm.
“Palms up.” My hands tremble as I right them. Annie sighs. “Oh, very good, puppy.”
I bite back a whine. Annie traces the lengths of my forearms, stopping before the sensitive tendons on my wrist. My thighs tense and relax in a way that makes her bounce on my packer. Every feeling she gives me is a good one. She taps gently and works up and down, making the hairs there stand on end. “How is that?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and chuckle. “Hah. That’s- it’s stupidly good.”
She hums. “You’re so easy to work up.” Annie leans in and kisses my neck softly. My knees part on their own, letting her hips sink down further into my bulge. “Do you like being easy? Does it turn you on to be such a whore?”
“Annie, please.”
“Tell me more about how I’d make your fingers feel. When you’re inside.” As she speaks she brushes up the length of my pointer and ring fingers. Her touch travels up the nerves, along the veins. Proximal, middle, distal. One and then the next. With my eyes closed, I feel it in my cock.
“I don’t know how to describe it, it’s um. It’s soft. You-“ I pant. “You like to talk a lot. And make me talk.”
Annie hums, patting smooth my lapels. “Keeps us where were supposed to be. Do you not like it?”
“I don’t mind it, I just sound stupid when I try to talk dirty.”
Annie smiles into my skin. “Yeah, kinda. You ever consider that’s what I like about it? Hearing you mindlessly stumble over your words, trying to explain how good it feels to be fucking me?”
She rocks herself down into my hips. I want my hands inside her so badly.
“It’s soft.” I offer my best.
She draws my wrists towards her mouth, leaning in close. I can feel the heat of her cheek in my skin, and she parts her lips to whisper into the flat of my palm.
“Soft?” Her sibilance resonates across the nerves of my hand. I can feel the warmth of her breath. I gasp and pant.
“And warm.”
“Mmm.” She drags her lower lip up my heart line, breathing into me. Her teeth don’t touch my skin, but I’m orbited by my awareness of them, and of the soft wet fullness of her lips dragging up my splayed palm- fuck, she is so hot. “How warm?”
“Like, I can feel the blood rushing to it. And I can feel your pulse getting faster in it, too.”
“Faster where?” I can see the fingers of Annie’s free hand stroking over the fly if her jeans. “Here?”
I bite my lip. Her ring finger makes slow circles.
“Do those words embarrass you, puppy? I want to hear you say them.” I can feel the tip of her nose drag down my open palm as she speaks, hot breath continuously alarming the sensitive nerves in my hands.
I stumble in my confidence. Part of it is that there are a lot of words to use, and butches are always particular. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and upset Annie. And also, maybe she’s right, I’m a little embarrassed to say this out loud. But it is an exercise in her control- she puts fingers and objects and gags in my mouth as she sees fit, so why not a word too? She returns my attention to her movement, pressing a breath into the crease of my ring and pointer fingers.
“Which words would you like me to use?”
She traces the horseshoe of my jawline back and forth, scratching the patchy hairs on my chin. “Funny boy. I know you like the taste of cunt in your mouth. Say it. Where do you feel my pulse?”
I swallow. “I- like feeling your pulse in your cunt, sir.”
She tuts and shakes her head. “I don’t know here you keep getting this ‘Sir’ thing from, but it’s growing on me. I don’t know if I’d have more fun letting you say it or trying to break your habit.”
I whine and tilt back my head. Motherfuck.
She takes my diverted attention as a chance to drag her tongue up my forearm. Neither of us expects my reaction to be so intense. I nearly buck her off my lap. The shock of it overwhelms me, and I feel all the muscles in my body contract and glitter with tactile aftershocks. I moan so hard it comes out as almost a scream. She shushes me reassuringly and I try to pant my way back down to even breath. My hips buck into her in arhythmatic pathetic thrusts.
“Aww, puppy, too much? Is it too sensitive?”
It kind of is, but I don’t want her to stop. I wrap my free arm feebly around her waist.
“Jesus Christ.” I sob, pressing my forehead into hers.
“Did I hurt you? It kinda of sounded like it hurt.” She wipes tears from my cheek that I hadn’t noticed falling.
I shake my head, sweat plastering us together. My breathing has returned enough to string together a semblance of a sentence.
“Just- feels so. Fucking. Much.” I heave. “ ‘needa minute.”
“Aww.” She scratches my shaved sides affectionately. “You’re so sensitive, it’s adorable, puppy.” She caresses my face in her hands.
I lean the two of us back on the bed, my ab strength stuttering as we lower. I can feel the corners of the room tilting us in all directions. Sometimes, when it’s really good, I get this kind of vertigo, but it’s never happened from just touch like this. She lies down on my chest, stroking my hair.
We take a little break, and Annie does her best only to touch me where I have clothes on. Just my skin on hers feels a little too electric, and every time she brushes up against my arms by mistake my whole body contracts and I bury my face into her collarbone.
“Hah. Sorry.” I chuckle embarrassedly when my thoughts start to return.
“No, baby, I just wanna make sure you feel good. You don’t have to be sorry.” She kisses me on the cheek, just under my eye, and wraps her arms around me.
I sigh, still a little floaty, but not so overwhelmed.
“Can I- um. Have some more?” I feel my face go flush, and I extend my hand towards her mouth. She eyes me up and down and grins deviously.
“Say ‘please, sir.’”
I clear my throat. “Please, sir. Can I h-“
Annie cackles. “Oh my god. You actually said it. You little homosexual Oliver Twist.” She punctuates each sentence with a deep tongue kiss.
I get even redder, somehow. I wrap an arm under Annie’s waist and flip her under me, kissing back even harder and laughing. “Oh, fuck you. You made me so horny I forgot about Oliver Twist.”
“Who could forget! Who could forget that tragic little orphan twink?”
I swallow her laughter with our tongues and mouths pressed close together, and feel it kindling the fire between us. She crosses her ankles over my back and tugs me in, switching off between giggles and moans. I feel so soft and silly and sweet with Annie- vulnerable in a way I’ve never been able to be before. Being butch is sometimes a matter of projecting a persona. Only she has ever made me feel safe to drop that persona, and put the trust of my life and my body in her hands. For some reason, the fact that she doesn’t take that deathly seriously makes me feel at ease. We can be lighthearted and funny. We can take breaks when it’s too much. I love being here with her and letting her take the reins, knowing full well she’ll only ever lead me where we both can feel free and fulfilled. She pulls away, hips still gyrating into me as she speaks.
“I can’t lie, puppy, it really turns me on that I can fuck you so hard you cry.” She smiles darkly.
I bite my lip. “Mmh. Me too.”
“And I think I like this, if this is how I make you cum. We can definitely do this more often.”
I throb. “I’d like that, sir.”
Annie doesn’t correct me. She takes my hand in hers, gently, looking to me for approval. I nod, and she returns to her work, exhaling hot breath up and down my forearm where her wet tongue left a mark.
“Mm- I want you inside, puppy. I wanna make you cum while you’re inside.” She whispers in a sultry voice as her mouth travels up my forearm.
“Fuck. Fuck, I wanna cum inside you, too. Please.”
She presses the flat of her tongue at my wrist, just to feel my body bear down into hers. As my muscles tense and thighs clench, I feel her hips rutting into me.
“You get so- so worked up when I touch you.” She’s stammering her way through moans, speaking into the skin of my hand as she licks and sucks it. “Do you even realize you’re grinding your cock against me?”
“Annie.” I grip her waist hard into mine, rocking my hips back and forth. “Let me. Please.”
“I bet you don’t. I bet you’re too empty and horny from being touched, and you can’t even tell how good you’re fucking me.” She’s right. I’m so fucking empty and I don’t care how my body moves or voice trembles, I want my fingers inside of her. I wanna cum. I wanna make her mine.
She keeps on task, half-praising-half-mocking me even as my hips grind into hers faster and faster. I start to find a rhythm with my thrusts, imagining I was lining up my oversensitive fingers with her dripping cunt, breaching her one at a time and feeling that hot tightness surrounding each nerve. I could feel her pulse, her wetness, her softness, everything I love. The way her body contracts around mine. She’d murmur instructions in my ear, telling me I’m a good worthless little puppy boy. How I’m hers. How my hips would press my own wrist further and further in, back of my hand and front of my packer between us for me to helplessly rut against. God, I would cum in her so deep.
She coils a hand through my hair, tugging my head up to inspect it. I let her observe her full of me, sweating, stammering, and moaning. Brows knit as I concentrate on holding back my orgasm. I have to wait. I need to feel her inside. I have to feel it.
“Please.” I barely make a sound, shaking from exertion.
She roughly grabs my wrist, ignoring the hypersensitivity and licks up my palm with the broad end of her tongue.
My body reacts explosively. I sob and moan, legs clenching together and trembling fiercely. She was smart to grab my wrist so roughly, because my body tries to retract it away on its own, trying desperately to restrain myself from cumming. She keeps going, as my fingers seize and curl, sucking and flicking her tongue over my pointer and ring fingers. In this backwards stone way that only we understand, she’s go giving me head. And I can barely hold on as she edges me.
“Oh, god- oh, god, Annie- Fuck-“ I stammer. My abdominal muscles are contracting so tightly it feels like they’re going to pop. I can feel my boxers getting soaked through, my soft packer sliding up and down the length of me with each stuttering thrust.
She pauses, voice breathy and deep. “Getting your cock nice and wet for me. You ready?”
I can’t even answer with words, and I don’t try. I just moan for her.
“Go ahead, then.” She yanks me by the hair close to her, face to face. She revels in the tears and the flush and the panting. “Fuck me.”
I throw myself from her grasp and yank her by the belt loops ferociously to meet our waists. I cant wait any more, I have to fuck her. And I have my instructions now. I waste no time taking her jeans and boxers off and sliding my fingers in.
I growl when I’m all the way in. It feels like I’ve been imagining, like I’ve begged to get the chance to feel. God. Annie is so good. I press my hand further with my waist, the way I learned to fuck with my hips before I got a strap. It feels basic, primal- the kind of fucking you do when you weren’t planning and packing. The kind of fucking you do when harness be damned, you need to be inside her. Her cunt makes a squelching noise as her back arches completely off the bed. Sometimes it’s nice to see your sexy dom top butch at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the sensation you give. Pride in that look overwhelms me. I know I’m fucking her good, so I fuck harder.
“O-oh my god-“ she grabs my belt loops, pulling me as deep as my hands can possibly go. I curl my fingers gently against her g spot and her mouth flies open. She gasps so beautifully. For as much as she likes to whisper dirty talk into my ear, when I’m fucking her she just wants to moan.
I plant myself face first into her dripping needy cunt, because it’s not enough to just touch her. I need to taste and feel and hear her too. I need to be overwhelmed by the sensation of her.
“Fuck- Mattie-“
She never uses my name. I kind of love it. I pull her down further on my fingers by her shoulder. I may be a bottom, but I spent enough years stone topping to be incredibly gifted in this arena.
She whines and moans. “God, you’re fucking me so good, yes- yes-“ she wraps an arm around the base of my wrist and pumps it up and down, stroking my sensitive forearm in a way that makes my brain short circuit. With focus I can change where I feel sensation in my body, but I have no focus right now. I feel it fucking everywhere. Every nerve in my body is a s tender and electric as my cock right now, and the way she grabs me, pulls me, coats my tongue, clenches down on me- it all feels like I’m being fucked.
I flutter my two fingers, the tip of my ring finger grazing the back of her cervix. God, I’m in so fucking deep. She pulls my hair and whines.
“God, yes- fuck-“
I suck on her clit hard, tasting that tart and almost metallic wetness dripping from her. It tastes different from the rest of her cunt, tastes like getting closer and closer. Fuck, I get lost in the feeling of her on my mouth, now, too. A little stiff and so velvety and soft, she wants it so bad. Her thighs clamp against the sides of my head, smooth soft hairs brushing my neck and shoulders. Every nerve in my body is alive. I can feel it all. The room spins faster ever second.
“Fuck- baby- Ah-“ She pants, voice high and breathy in that way she only is when she’s at her limit. God she sounds so fucking hot.
I press my forehead into her soft belly, feeling the thump of my fingers inside her and the wetness drip from my mouth. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby.”
She goes rhapsodic, screaming please-please-please as she throws back her head and thrashes her spent body around me. I brace down against her hard, feeling her walls contract and throb as her orgasm overtakes her. Fuck. Fuck-
I wrap my arm around her back and pull her even further into me. I need to cum inside her so fucking deep. Oh my god. My body trembles. I’m full of electricity. My body is glittering at every touch and noise and- fuck. My hips and my packer and my fingers and my mouth, all of it cums at once.
The room is all the way upside down when I hear her voice again, gently cooing “Breathe, puppy.”
I try, unaware I had stopped. I’m gulping down shallow breaths of cool air. When did the room get so cold? Why is it spinning around the axis of the beautiful, wonderful butch who just made cum so hard I cried?
Annie is stroking my hair. I had finished with my face down at her hips, so I look up at her from where I’m lying.
“Hi.” She smiles. “You okay?”
I give a limp thumbs up. I’m still passed out on her bare skin, but way too out of it to move on my own. She drips off my chin.
She scratches my cropped hair just behind my ear. “You’re so cute. You get so stupid when you cum.”
“Uh-uh” I shake my head, bonking her bare thigh. “M’ stupid before I cum, too.”
Annie laughs, dragging my towards her for lots of little kisses. I flip myself over onto my back. I prefer my partner to be lying on me, the pressure of their body just feels nice that way. She snakes our legs together.
“You’re so haaandsome. You got cum all over you but you’re still so haaaaansome.” She nuzzles her forehead into my shoulder. Such a sap, this guy. Would never have guessed from all the academic posturing and tough butch persona.
I roll my eyes. I’ve never been good at taking compliments. “You too.”
“Hey, um. Matt.” She hides the bottom of her face in our mess of arms and hair and body.
“Hmm?”
“Can we be dating now?” She looks away, embarrassed.
“Aw, we’re you waiting to make me cum to ask me?” I kiss the bridge of her nose. “We have been. I was waiting for you to notice.”
She buries her face completely in my chest. “So are you my boyfriend, then?”
“Woah! Whatever happened to taking it slow? That skips like, two steps in one!” I kiss her forehead, grinning.
“I meant what word do you prefer.”
“Still, though. That’s a bigger commitment than dating.”
“Well maybe I’m tired of not being committed to you. Maybe I just like you a whole stupid lot. And I want you to be my girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or partner I guess. As long as you’re not anybody else’s.”
“Boyfriend.” I smile. “Boyfriend works for me.”
We fall asleep there, and when I get up later in the night she doesn’t have to pretend to be asleep when’s he says ‘baby love, please stay.’ And so I stay.
#stone butch#stone lesbian#butch4butch#lesbian nsft#butch nsft#nonbinary lesbian#transmasc lesbian#my text#butch lesbian#spent smoke…. 2!#seriously I love these chars and their whole dynamic#also wanted to write something about stones having different ways of feeling pleasure#I feel like we forget that there’s other parts of the body that can be stimulated besides genitals#and for some stones it feels way better than genital stimulation ever could#anyway. hope u enjoyed. I’ll be back with more soon so give me recs pls
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Top Ten Ace Attorney Games
So this seems appropriate given recent announcements. Note: I’ve never played the Professor Layton crossover so it will not be on this list. Can’t really rank something you never interacted with, you know? Also, goes without saying but all opinions expressed in this are fully subjective and should be taken with a grain of salt. Like, seriously, guys. I’ve warned you.
10) Apollo Justice - Okay, so I just want to say that AA4 is not a bad game, but good lord is it the one I have the most problems with. Good things first, however. I love the dynamic between Apollo and Trucy. Their banter is so fun. I like this version of Phoenix. Really seems like he’s grown a lot in the time between games due to circumstances. I feel his relationship with Trucy could have been explored more but what we do get is good. Ema’s back, and I’ll never say no to that. Klavier is a good rival for Apollo. All that said, man do I remember barely anything about any of the cases of this game. Outside the main cast I remember Lamoire, Kristoph, and that a couple of Gramaryes are in this one. That last case also just... gives me a headache if I think about it too long.
9) Justice For All - Oh boy. So outside of introducing my favorite Prosecutor of the OG trilogy, JFA is a bit meh overall. Don’t get me wrong, Case 2 with all the Fey Drama is very solid and the final case... Come on, do I really need to say how good the Engarde Case is? I don’t even hate the Berry Big Circus case as much as most people (except for the very uncomfortable love triangle, that I detest) but even I can’t deny it’s one of the weaker cases in the series and the first case is... the whole amnesia device is more annoying than clever. Again, I’m sure I’m not saying anything new here.
8) Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright - Man, I wonder if this is some form of sacrilegious putting the first game this low on the list. Honestly, there’s not much to truly criticize with this one. It’s a very solid first entry into what would grow into such a beloved franchise. But I also just don’t have a ton of things to say about it in general? At least not many that haven’t already been said by more articulate people than I. It’s a good game. Solid starting point. Weakest case is the first one but... It’s the first case. So. To be expected.
7) Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth - Admittedly, this is only so low because I love the other games more and the last case is.... unbearably long. It was brilliant of Capcom to take what is likely AA’s most popular character and give him his own games, and even better to give us characters like Kay and Lang while also giving us Tiny Franziska. We did not deserve Tiny Franziska but they gave her to us anyway. A very enjoyable foray with a new game-play style.
6) Trials and Tribulations - Oh man, I am going to get so much crap for this one. Before anyone comes at me! Yes! T&T is a near flawless entry. Genuinely, the writing for this one is insane and Dahlia is such a well used antagonist. The through line for this game is masterful. Even the third case, which is indeed the weakest case, I find some charm in. So don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware that objectively this probably should have at least been in the top three. But this isn’t an objective list. This is my list. And while I do love T&T, I just adore the games in the top five more.
5) Ace Attorney Investigations 2: Prosecutor’s Path - An improvement from the first Investigations in almost every way. While I do think that the last case is still a bit too long, I think it’s overall more interesting than the first’s. More of Kay, Miles, and Gumshoe having the best dynamic. The addition of Ray, Sebastian, and Justine only making the cast all the better. Again, I’m a sucker for Justine being the best mom ever and her dynamic with John (and even Sebastian) is something I wish we’d had more of.
4) Dual Destinies - I don’t care what ya’ll say, AA5 is a fun addition and Athena is an amazing new character. I freakin love Athena. Like, I’m sorry but any character that has been through that much crap and still manages to smile and cheer up the people around her even when she’s feeling the absolute worst is a good character and I will die on this hill. Not to mention Blackquill being an equally fantastic rival for our protagonists. And that reveal in the last case while Aura is forcing them to do a retrial for her brother! “Oh but Phoenix is back to being goofy and it’s like AA4 never happened.” “Oh, but Apollo is angsty for no reason.” Sorry, doesn’t bother me. Like, I’m not even willing to call these things nitpicks because they’re just such non-issues for me. The only thing I’ll say is that the models do look a little off sometimes. This is a good game, ya’ll are just mean.
3) Spirit of Justice - So confession, SOJ was the first AA game that I saw from start to finish. I’d tried before but I’d never found the right let’s play of the AA franchise. Then I did find one, and I watched SOJ through start to finish. And I really enjoyed it. I love the setting of Khura’in, Rayfa, the final boss looking like a Power Rangers’ villain. Also, while we do get a lot of father son stuff, I’m such a freakin sucker for the mother daughter stuff between Rayfa and Gharan and Amara. Also, the Magical Turnabout is just... such a fun case? And of course, Maya can’t be in a game without getting accused of murder. But her growth as a character is great. I just really really enjoy this game, guys.
2) Great Ace Attorney: Adventures - I’m sure this comes as very little shock to anyone who knows me. The first GAA game is astounding. I love this cast of characters so much. Susato, Ryu, Sherlock, Iris, Barok, Gina, Toby, they’re all great! The new mechanics with the jury and multiple witnesses on the stand are great. The story is great. Yeah, the first case goes on for too long, but at least it feels fresh due to the new setting and characters. I feel like I can’t properly articulate how much I love this game. Which, speaking of...
1) Great Ace Attorney: Resolve - Yeah, yeah. Predictable, I’m sure. But what can I say, this took everything I loved about the first game and just made it better and expanded on it. The story takes so many twists and turns and it takes the characters and their bonds from the first game and makes me love them even more. WE LOVE THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE! Kazuma comes back and he becomes such a fascinating character. Rei, Courtney Sithe, Esmeralda Tusspells, Drebber are only some of the memorable new characters for this part 2. The fight against Stronghart (Vortex is still the cooler name) is such a triumphant moment! And playing as Susato in the first case!? That was amazing! And Ryu’s growth throughout all of this!? Like excuse me! I love this boy!
#spoilers#just in case#since the remasters will be maybe bringing in new people#ace attorney#great ace attorney#ace attorney investigations#dai gyatuken saiban#gyatuken saiban#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#Apollo justice#athena cykes#ryuunosuke naruhodou#susato mikotoba#maya fey#kay faraday#ema skye#dick gumshoe#franziska von karma#godot#barok van zieks#klavier gavin#simon blackquill#nahyuta sahdmadhi#rayfa padma khura'in#trucy wright#mia fey#gina lestrade
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Vil/Idia/Cater would be a pretty interesting dynamic,, I only got into twst recently so I haven't finished ch5 but. It sounds like Vil has a habit of inviting nonsense into his life ;; Cater and Idia are sweethearts whom I love with my entire being. That said, Idia "I have not left nor cleaned my room properly in about 3 weeks because of a png in a video game" Shroud and Cater "I have flirted with the prince of thorns and the ghost guards that kidnapped my boyfriend and I WILL do worse in the future" Diamond already do so much psychic damage without the addition of taking them both on dates. 0 days since our last string of clownery (I also kind of like the idea of Cater being the surprise addition to the relationship,, Vil/Idia having a crush on him and them both having to go pspspsps to Cater for MONTHS because it will NEVER register to him that they're actually interested and not just. Flirting (also the bonus of Vil malding because he thought IDIA was dense but Cater. Dear Lord. Cater))
i havent read the ch5 translation either im waiting on the officials but id argue that ALL the chars invite all sorts of nonsense into their lives on a daily basis lmaooo
dfgjhgf rip cater. honestly though its not really his fault!! he flirts like he breathes and people know to never take him seriously. if they do its probably in jest right?? because hes that social media obsessed guy that no one would actually consider to be anything more than a pest, yeah??
(id bet it did start out like that for both vil and idia. neither of them would even know how the guy managed to grow on him but damn if it wasnt a whole entire problem now.)
not the psychic damage sdfghgf. although... thinking about it, id say both idia and cater would be very easy to please. bring them to a cafe with free wifi, give idia some obscure video game merch. allow cater to take and post a selfie of them to his account. both of them are ecstatic. vil pats himself on the back for another date well done.
#cloverstwst#vil x idia x cater#vildiacat#is that the ship name? lolllll cute af#i shall now dub this ship#Vil and His Feral Catboys
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Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘
Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!
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- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.
- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.
- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.
- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.
- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.
- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.
- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.
- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.
- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.
- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.
- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.
- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.
- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.
- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”
- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.
- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.
- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.
- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.
- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.
- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.
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- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.
- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.
- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.
- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.
- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.
- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.
- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.
- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.
- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.
- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.
- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…
- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.
- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.
- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.
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Adrenaline
A/N: This one wasn’t a requested but I absolutely loved writing this one. I got the idea from a tiktok, the girl was listening to the song called Fallin’ by Why Don’t We for 3 hours straight. It made me listen to the song and it reminded me of Charlie for some reason which lead to the creation of this fic! To those who have request imagines know I have seen them and will get to them, I got caught up in this fic and another one for Owen, but I promise I’m going to get them out as fast as I can! I really hope you guys enjoy this one, I really love it! xoxo
Warnings: Few curse words.
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Here you are again, caught up in the moment not thinking twice. Your sandwiched between the wall and Charlie, your hand tangled in his hair, his under your thighs, and your lips moving fast and passionately against one another.
The adrenaline rushing through your veins, everything frozen except the two of you in that small corridor, hiding from everyone else.
You see this whole thing with Charlie started about a month ago, you had no idea how it started or where it would lead but here you are again, melting into his touch. Even though you always tell yourself that one was the last time when he’s finished with you.
You and Charlie were just two close friends for the longest time. You were hired to work on season two of Julie and The Phantoms as an intern for Soyon. You always loved fashion and wanted to do costume work on sets so this was your opportunity and you weren’t going to let anything get in the way of that. You jumped on the first plane you could get and made your way to Vancouver, Canada. Your three bags in tow, carrying everything you owned.
Kenny and producers had arranged for an apartment for you but it wouldn’t be available until three weeks after you arrived. They underestimated your ability to pack quickly and find a ticket out almost immediately. The only apartment having three bedrooms being Owen and Charlie’s, which they were kind enough to let you use at Kenny’s request.
It all started out so innocent, you and the boys immediately had a connection. You and Owen sharing a similar humor and personality. Charlie and you sharing the same love for nature and love for adrenaline.
You and Charlie quickly started going on adventures with one another. You started exploring the city and the nature surrounding it. Charlie being Canadian came in handy as he was familiar with the hiking trails that surrounded you guys.
One day he came up to you, about two days before you were finally moving into your own apartment. He told you that he found a new hiking trail with a bridge and on that bridge you could bungee jump off of it. You agreed immediately with no hesitation. That’s the day that changed the dynamic of your friendship.
You felt the adrenaline pumping through your body as you stood at the edge of the bridge. Charlie’s hand in yours, a bright smile on his face.
“You ready?” He leans over and asks you as you start to hear the countdown for the jump.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You tell him back with a similar smile on your face. Hearing the faint count of 3, 2, 1.
That’s when you jumped. Yours and Charlie’s yelling drowning out any other noises. You bounce up and down a few times, laughter leaving the both of you.
As you come to slow down, laughter still erupting from the both of you, Charlie’s eye lock in on yours. His laughter slowly dies down as he stares through what feels like your soul. Before you knew it or could ask him what’s up, you felt his lips on yours. That familiar feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins. You immediately reciprocate the kiss back.
That’s when it all changed. From that day on it was you and Charlie. Anytime you guys could find, his body was on yours and you couldn’t get enough of each other. On set he would pull you into empty closets, sets that weren’t in use, and every-time that adrenaline would come back pumping through the both of you.
You two had agreed to keep it a secret, it was a part of the fun. Knowing you could get caught. You also agreed that it was just physical nothing else. You never planned for the feelings to come with it, but of course like any story they did. Now here you are a month later telling yourself this was the last time; you wouldn’t let it happen again.
But your hearts beating fast and you can’t help but think why do I love this feeling?
Voices and steps break you out of your thoughts. Charlie’s lips and hands on you, making you feel more vulnerable. Your quick to detach your lips and body from his. That fire feeling fading away in the both of you. He gives you a confused look.
“People are coming Char.” You tell him, you grab his hand to pull him around the corner and out of the now occupied hallway. Your back in the parking lot of the set.
“That was a close one Y/N.” He says with a laugh.
“Ya a close one.” You tell him trailing off, beginning to get lost in your thoughts again. Charlie notices but doesn’t say anything, he had to get back to set to film in Julies garage.
“Well I guess I will see you after we’re done here. Meet you at my car tonight?” He asks you. You reach out to fix the beanie placed on his head, the stylist coming out in you. You start to fiddle with the sleeveless tank on him, trying to make it perfect so no one has an idea of what was just going on.
He laughs at your fiddling hands, grabbing onto them and pulling them away from his body.
“It’s fine they won’t know.” As much as you don’t want to admit it, Charlie knows you like the back of his hand and knows what you’re thinking even if you don’t say it out loud. He places a kiss to your forehead before he’s skipping off to set, sending you a wink before he’s gone. Heat rushes to your cheeks at his actions.
Then you’re left alone standing in the middle of the parking lot looking dazed. Savannah rounding the corner, laughing at the scene in front of her as you come into focus.
“Little sneak away fun with Charlie again?” She says sneaking up on you with a laugh at the look on your face.
“What? No? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tell her. She smirks at your words.
“Come on Y/N, you don’t think I’ve caught on? You two always disappearing and coming back together. You staying late when you don’t have too and leaving with him. Plus we’re best friends you don’t think I’ve noticed the way you two look at each other? It’s practically heart eyes from both ends.” She tells you, in a serious tone.
“Fine. You’re right but I don’t want to talk about it here.” She nods at your words, agreeing with you.
“My trailer?” She asks you; you follow her as she walks towards it.
That’s when you empty out all your thoughts and feelings to her. You didn’t realize how much you had been keeping in the last month. You told her how it started, the deal you guys made, and your feelings for him. And by the end of your story and all your confessions, all she had to say was,
“I think you should tell him how you feel.”
Did she not hear what you just said? How you guys agreed that this was a no feelings deal, it was for the purpose of pleasure and the two of yours addiction to adrenaline.
“I think you missed the point there Sav. I can’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I would rather end it and keep our friendship than ruin it all.”
“Your delusional if you think he doesn’t like you back, you don’t see the way he looks at you. Everyone else does though.” She tells you and places a hand on your shoulder.
“You should think about it at least.”
“Okay, I will.” You tell her. I don’t think either of you believing your words. Your eyes travel to look at the clock. It read 8:02, you were late meeting Charlie.
“Oh, I got to go. Thanks for the talk Sav, I appreciate it.” You tell her and pull her into a hug.
You make your away around the parking lot pretty quickly, looking to see the mop of brown hair that you really have come to love. You spot him next to the orange car, he refused to admit was a weird color. Your eyes land on him and then quickly to the figure standing in front of him with her hands on his arm laughing.
You stop dead in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach. Your throat tightening at the scene, hands sweaty and shaking by your sides. You don’t want to feel like this, you know you two promised each other that what you had was nothing. He was allowed to look and talk to other girls, but you can’t shake the feeling in your stomach.
Charlie looks up and notices you standing back just looking at the scene in front of you. A smile makes its way onto his face at the sight of you. He quickly moves to the side of the girl, gently pushing her away, and is walking towards you.
“Hey Y/N, ready to go?” He asks you, stopping once he is in front of you. He grabs your hand but you quickly slip yours out of his. He frowns at your action but quickly composes himself.
He places his hand on your lower back and walks you to the car, opening the passenger door for you. You slide in, awkwardly smiling at the girl just standing there watching the interaction between the two of you.
“Well it was nice meeting you Josie, see you around.” He tells her, sending her a quick wave before he jumps into the driver’s seat of the car and starts the engine. Not looking back at her once.
The two of you sit in silence, you consumed in your thoughts and him just confused by your actions. He tries to place his hand on your thigh but you move it out of reach. Another frown makes his way onto his face.
He makes the drive to your apartment, you agreed to go there tonight because Owen had an early day and would be at the boys apartment. He was already suspicious of the two of you so Charlie didn’t want to risk trying to sneak you in.
You quickly unbuckle your seat belt and hop out of the car. You keep a quick pace as you make your way into your apartment building. Charlie has to jog to catch up with you, seriously confused at your actions. He doesn’t know why you’re acting like this.
As you make your way into your apartment opening the door, Charlie takes the advantage of the moment and presses his body against yours. His lips finding their way onto your neck, trailing kisses up and down them. You freeze at the contact of him against you, basking in the pleasure for a second.
Your thoughts catch up with you and you move fast to get your body away from his. He stumbles at the loss of contact. He tries to reach for you again, the third time that night and you slip out of it again.
Charlie starts to feel frustrated at your actions, not knowing why you’re acting that way and starting to get nervous he did something wrong.
He goes to stand in front of but you quickly make your way around him and into the kitchen. He’s right on your heel though.
“Okay Y/N what gives? Why are you acting so weird? We were fine earlier so what happened?” He asks you and you can hear the frustration and confusion laced in his tone.
You shake your head, trying to brush it off.
“Nothing, everything’s fine.” You tell him, pouring water into a cup. He takes it out of your hand and places it besides you. He has you turn to face him. The two of you are chest to chest, his arms placed on both sides of you so you can’t escape him or avoid eye contact.
He leans into kiss you but you turn your head fast, his lips making contact with your cheek. The frustration Charlie feels starts to boil over.
“Everything’s fine? Are you sure about that Y/N you won’t look at me or let me touch you!! What is going on?” He asks you, slightly yelling at this point.
You shove him off of you and walk past him. You don’t want to do this with him, not now. Well never really but at some point, you knew you would have too.
You lean your head against your fridge, letting out a sigh before you turn to look back at him.
“I can’t do this anymore Char, we’ve got to stop whatever this is between us.” His face falls at your words.
“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? I thought we were having fun, just this morning it was fine...” He says slowly taking a step towards you. You put your hand up to stop him from walking closer.
“I know, but the more I think about it the more I need to stop it. Neither of us knew where this would lead when we started it and I just can’t do it anymore.” You let out with a sigh. Charlie feels sadness overcome him; his heart feels like it’s breaking a little bit.
Little did you know how Charlie was feeling. He never wanted to make the deal of keeping it just physical, but he agreed with you not wanting to ruin your friendship or stop what was happening between the two of you. He was just happy that he was getting a piece of you to himself. Charlie had fallen for you pretty much the second he saw you and heard your laugh.
“That doesn’t feel like a real reason Y/N, just an excuse. If you give me the real reason then fine, we’ll end this and we will just go back to being just friends. But I need a reason not an excuse before I leave.” He tells you, sounding desperate.
You don’t want to tell him the real reason. You don’t want to ruin the friendship you two have. It wouldn’t be the same if you told him, you two couldn’t just go back to being two friends if he knew your real feelings.
“That is the real reason Charlie.” You tell him, dropping your hand and looking down at your feet. You couldn’t handle his stare anymore.
You watch his feet walk towards you. His hand being placed under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Please just tell me.” He says just above a whisper, he no longer feels upset. He’s just sad.
You just sigh. You didn’t know what to do, the look on his face breaks your heart. You didn’t want to hurt him or make him sad and you can’t understand why this is doing that to him. You can feel the frustration boiling up in you.
You shove him off of you. You start pacing around your island.
“Tell you Charlie! You really want to know why?” This time you’re the one yelling. You can’t help but feel frustrated at your feelings and confusion. All he does is nod yes.
“Because Charlie! You make me reckless! The feeling of you and I together makes me reckless! I’ve been putting my job on the line to sneak around with you, I’m lying to my friends about what I’m doing when I am with you. I’m lying to myself and you!” You tell.
“What does that even mean Y/N, you’re lying to me?” He asks, his voice slightly raised.
“I love you, you idiot! I’ve been lying about my feelings to the both of us! I can’t do this anymore, this no feelings only physical stuff! It’s not fair to me.” You get quieter at the end of your confession.
Silence fills the air, neither of you say a word. He is just looking at you in shock. You standing on the other side of the island, your arms placed limply on the sides of your body. You look completely defeated.
Charlie doesn’t say a word just steps towards again. Again you lift your arms up, hoping to stop him. He grabs your hands.
“Would you just please let me get close to you?” He asks desperate. You let out a sigh and allow him to come closer.
He drops your hands and places his onto your cheeks, not allowing your head to fall so he could maintain eye contact with you.
“You don’t think I feel the same? Something about you makes me feel insane. I can’t control myself around you, I get a rush of adrenaline anytime I’m with you.” His confession being met with another cloud of silence.
You don’t know what to say, you just keep looking at him. You can see his eyes looking at you desperately, looking around your face hoping he could understand what you’re feeling based on your features. He can’t though.
“Please say something.” He practically begs.
“I don’t-, I don’t know what to say...” You trail off.
“Tell me you feel the same, you just admitted you loved me. Why can’t you admit you want more and that you feel the same adrenaline.” He tells you.
“Charlie...” You trail off. “You know I feel the same way about you. This whole time. You’re like a breath of fresh air, it’s never boring with you, the more we got together the more I needed you. I’m scared though, I’ve never felt like this before. Plus there are so many girls who you could get, why me?”
“Why you? Because Y/N, I’ve never met someone like you. You match me on every level, your love for adventure, your humor. You’re so sweet, you never hesitate to act in kindness rather than anything else no matter the situation. I love you. I have loved you pretty much since the minute I saw you.” He tells you. He places his forehead on yours, both of you breathing harder than usual due to the feeling of adrenaline rushing through the both of you because of your confessions.
“Will you please let me kiss you.” He asks you again the desperation laced in his words. You nod your head yes.
That’s when his lips meet yours, in the most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. His hands make their way down to your waist pulling you closer, as yours make their way up to the nape of his neck and entangling in his hair. You can feel the both of you pouring all your emotions into this kiss, letting each other know that both of your confessions are true.
You pull apart breathing heavy.
“Make me a promise, tell me that you’ll stay with me.” You tell him, your insecurities getting the best of you for a moment. He smiles at you though.
“Of course baby, I’m not scared to jump in if you want to.” He tells you, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Let’s just keep falling in love for the hell of it.” He tells you as you pull apart, his signature smirk plastered across his face, and he sends you a wink.
You laugh at his words.
“Ya of course, just for the hell of it.” You laugh as you pull him back into you, placing another kiss on his lips.
You pull apart and make your way to sit on the couch to just enjoy the company of each other. He places his head in your lap, you immediately start to run your fingers through his hair as if it’s second nature. He smiles at your actions and leans into your touch more.
“I guess I have to tell Owen he was right. I owe him 10 bucks.” Charlie says breaking the silence.
“What do you mean you owe him 10 bucks??” You say confused.
“Well you see, Owen and I may have made a bet about me falling for you. He said the minute you walked in the door and he saw my face when I looked at you, and he knew I was falling for you. I didn’t believe him.” You nod your head, encouraging him to continue the story.
“Then basically he bet me that I would fall for you before the end of this year. I didn’t think us hooking up counted since it was a secret so I wasn’t gonna tell him he won. But I guess I have to now.” He says scratching the back of his neck as a nervous habit.
You laugh at his words, only Charlie would make such a bet. The adrenaline junkie and his competitiveness always getting the best of him.
“You’re not mad?” He asks you at hearing your laughter.
“Not at all, that is such a Gillespie move.” You tell him, leaning down to place your lips on his.
You can’t help but laugh at Charlie’s antics, truly he is the only person who would engage in such a thing. But that’s just another reason why you’ve fallen for the boy.
Charlie switches positions so he’s sitting next to you rather laying on top of you. He throws his arm over your shoulders and pulls you into him. You lay your head on his chest, you smile and you feel him press a kiss to your head. This is just another start to a wonderful adventure with Mr. Charlie Gillespie.
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#5
It is funny how the Eleventh doctor is arguably one of the most childlike doctors, but his relationship with Amy is one of the most parental dynamics the new who doctors share with a companion, (arguably even more than twelve and Bill, which feels more grand-parental). There is a softness and gentleness to how he treats Amy, like calling her Amelia when he is worried, saying things like ‘Go to bed Pond’, and how he treats her when she is injured. It is very heartwarming.
But then of course, this makes perfect sense! He first meets Amelia when she is a little girl, and a little girl without a mum or dad. That whole bit about ‘you won’t need an imaginary friend anymore’ really exemplifies how he comes in a fills that void that the crack in her wall created.
This leads me to a headcanon I have, that the night the Doctor first landed in Amelia’s garden, was the very same night Amelia’s parents were sucked through that wall. That was why Amelia was praying. She didn’t know why exactly, but she had a very strong feeling; more than all those other nights, that something was seriously wrong and needed handling.
224 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 21:32:52 GMT
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Daenerys choosing to use violence against the slavers isn’t Dany choosing violence over peace, it is Dany choosing the slavers to suffer violence in order to end their atrocities, over Dany allowing the slavers to continue subjecting those they have enslaved to violence and degradation. Both scenarios mean violence. But one means fighting against slavery, and the other means remaining passive. Keeping your hands personally clean of blood doesn’t mean you’re choosing peace.
224 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 13:45:02 GMT
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If Daenerys ends the series a hero, she will potentially have successfully weakened slavery in slaver’s bay, and fought off the extinction threatening White Walkers. She will be a woman who is proud and flawed and opinionated, who we saw rule and saw struggle with ruling because it is difficult; impossible, who forces the reader to see ruling is full of moral complexities and unhappy choices.
With other potential ‘rulers’ like Aegon and Sansa, whose leadership skills are rarely seen up close, rarely challenged like Dany’s, and are mostly theorised, the struggles that Dany faced can be hand waved away with ‘oh well my faves will do so much better’ (as though either character would ever give a shit enough about slaves to put in the effort Daenerys has in ending slavery.)
If Daenerys ends up a hero, she will be an exiled princess who rose from poverty and abuse to become a military hero who saves countless lives. Everything the dudebros want their male faves to be. Feel entitled for their faves to be.
Now is it any wonder that people are so desperate for Daenerys to be a villain?
Daenerys is given a narrative arc that is usually reserved for male heroes, and because of it she’ a villain.
(And what does it say about characters like Arya that her fans support and cheer Dany along, and don’t need Daenerys to be diminished in order for Arya to look good? Arya clearly pulls her own weight.)
236 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 09:12:45 GMT
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Romantic Heroines in ASOIAF
A trend I noticed so far in the books. The further away from Westeros’s accepted archetype of a romantic heroine the female characters get, the more traditionally romantic their story lines become.
Start with Sansa. Out of all the female characters, her character fits the Westerosi ideal of a romantic heroine the most. Beautiful, young, nobly born, submissive, softly spoken and skilled in genteel accomplishments such as music and sewing. In love with a young, handsome prince. But then very quickly it becomes apparent that Joffrey is no Prince Charming. Her second ‘love’, Ser Loras is obviously in love with Renly, from the audience’s perspective. Although marriage features heavily in Sansa’s storyline, she has yet to experience any true romance. She is a romantic heroine in the wrong story.
Then there is Cersei. Again, incredibly beautiful. Her archetype fits into the likes of Naerys and the Dragonknight, a lovely queen unhappily married to a lecherous, adulterous husband, besotted with a beautiful and noble knight. (Who also happened to be her brother.) Unlike Sansa, Cersei does have a reciprocal romance. Except of course, Cersei’s beauty is only skin deep, and Jaime is known through the land as a man without honour. Most of all, their relationship is intensely toxic and abusive.
Daenerys is in the middle. She is very beautiful, nobly born and kind-hearted, and her status as an exiled princess carries some romantic weight. But she is also a leader, playing both the politician and the general, entirely in her own right, in her own name, instead of through a man which is how Westeros desires its women to wield influence. Later on in the books, Daenerys also takes charge of her romantic and sexual relationships in a way that is at odds with the modest and virginal model of Westerosi femininity. Romances are featured in her story line and play a role in her character development, but as well as not always being entirely romantic, they take a back seat to Dany’s political and philosophical plot line.
Arya’s romantic plot line is also taking a backseat at this point, as she is far away from her love interest and still very young. But she is heavily foreshadowed to have a romantic relationship with Gendry. Gendry is a sullen, surly young man, but handsome and one who is very good at heart and who lights up around Arya. She is the person who makes him happiest. A very traditional love interest. And they have a love song, a very sweet love song that is unambiguously intended for them. Although Arya is suggested to be prettier than she believes, and foreshadowed to become a great beauty, by Westeros’s standards she falls short of how a a romantic heroine should be. She isn’t refined or obedient, she is rebellious and confrontational, and she gets dirty from being so active. Instead of being graciously aloof towards the smallfolk, she is happy to stand beside them and mixes with them easily. Further on in the plot line, she has been exposed to horrors in the middle of a war field, which high born ladies are meant to be sheltered from. But it is Arya who gets the love song.
A love song that is played after she gets her pretty, highborn girl dress covered in mud from playing with Gendry, and is all about finding and celebrating romance outside of the confines of Westeros nobility’s romantic ideal.
Getting a love song is particularly significant, as throughout the series, songs are associated with love and romance. There is irony in how it is Sansa, who conforms to Westeros’s expectations of a romantic heroine, who idealises songs and dreams of having a romance ‘like in the songs’, but Arya, who rejects the constraints Westeros would place upon her, and Gendry who have a song explicitly dedicated to them.
Then there is Brienne. Out of all the female leads, I argue that Brienne is the character whose arc most heavily features love and romance as a motivation and a source of conflict. Brienne first enters the story as Renly’s Kingsguard, a man who she is in love with and wishes to be close to. It is being in Renly’s Kingsguard that brings her into the plot.
Then we get to know her better as she travels with Jaime, for whom she starts to form a clear romantic attraction to. And through her travels with Jaime, she hears about why he broke his vows, which allows Brienne to begin to understand the moral complexity of vows and oath keeping and what it means to be a true knight, which forms a vital part of her story line and sees her develop beyond the girl with the black and white view on morality who joined Renly’s Kingsguard. As well as her loyalty to Catelyn, Brienne’s love for Jaime and a desire to fulfil the quest he sent her own motivates her in her search for Sansa. Brienne’s next big conflict, her conflict with Lady Stoneheart, revolves around Brienne being asked to betray the man she is in love with to save the life of the innocent child she has taken under her protection.
Jaime and Brienne’s romance fits into a fair few tropes the modern audience would recognise. The forced to work together, the enemies to friends to lovers, the sharing a bath, and the dashing rescue of the maiden in a pink dress. Yet Jaime is an attempted child murderer who is reviled as an oath breaker and Brienne is an ugly, martially inclined woman with a muscular physique. Both of them are scorned by the realm, and by Westeros’s standards, neither one of them fits as a romantic hero/heroine, but their romance is so heartfelt and genuine and was explicitly stated by the author to be a twist on Beauty and the Beast.
339 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 16:04:42 GMT
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The thing about Brienne and Jaime is that Brienne doesn’t actually try to change Jaime, nothing she does is to inspire him or make him reform. She’s got her own goals and desires and promises to keep. She just turns up in Jaime’s life, does her thing, and Jaime is like ‘”whelp, better sort my shit out.”
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Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~
Part 9
[Walpurga Nacht Academy]
[Djinn’s Lamp]
Djinn: Woken up from my centuries long nap, I am summoned by a mage of great power back to the realm of the mortals. As a djinn of incredible power and looks, it is no wonder that I am so sought after. To create life from nothing, to bring my Master uncountable riches, even making dancing elephants and camels - that is just scratching the top of the list of my accomplishments. And yet, how dissatisfied I feel with it all. When the call of the lamp pulls me away, I can’t help but think ‘Ah, what menial job will I be made to do again?’ It’s really a drag.
BUT! Instead of the king that I expect to see, or the cunning vizier, I am faced with eight beauties. And what’s more - they all want to marry me?! How did a poor, handsome djinn like me end up in this situation?! Well, if you want to find out-
Marcia: Ha? What the hell are you doing now?
Djinn: Haaaa, and I was just on the last line too. Gotta start from the top, I guess. Don’t interrupt me again, girlie. Ahem. Woken up from my centuries-
Marcia: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!! I’m serious right now! What the hell is this super lame monologue? It gives me the shivers just hearing about it! Seriously, just when you couldn’t get any creepier too… Oops, didn’t mean to say that aloud~
Djinn: To think you would be so out of touch with things… Alright, listen up, girlie, what I’m doing right now is a recap! I’m reminding our lovely audience of what just happened in the previous episodes so they get caught up to speed. So, to get back~ on~ track~! Woken up from my cen-
Marcia: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait just a sec! Audience? Recap? Episodes? This isn’t a TV show, you know?! And why’d you make yourself sound way cooler than you are! Don’t think I’ve forgotten your betrayal just that easily! Ugh, I was supposed to get rich in a flash and yet… My heart is still wounded! Women don’t forget slights that easily!!
Djinn: Hm, you’re really not getting the appeal are you… Gonna have to deduct points for that… Hm…
Rosa: Heeeeeeey! Stupid, greedy Marcia!! Stop being useless and pay for your mistakes! Repent!
Marcia: Grrrr! You sure like to weigh in a lot for a moron, dumb, idiotic, moronic Rosalia!
Rosa: HEY, YOU SAID MORON TWICE!! I HEARD YOU!!
Marcia: Bleh!
Djinn: Hm, kinda childish too… I’d have preferred a more mature style…
Marcia: Geh! You’re taking that into account too?! Haaa, you’re sure taking this seriously…
Djinn: Obviously! This is my future we’re talking about after all. On that note…
[RUMBLE]
Marcia: THE FLOOR IS MOVING AGAIN, UGH!! AND IT’S A PLATFORM TOO??
Djinn: Now!
Marcia: !!!
Djinn: IT’S TIME TO STAAAAAART!
Marcia: …
Djinn: … Hm?
Marcia: Eh?
Djinn: Well?
Marcia: Huh?!
Djinn: Your introduction! In~ tro~ duc~ tion~! It’s essential to getting the fans to root for you, girlie! That’s how you make it through the show~
Marcia: … No, I still haven’t got an idea what you’re talking about… But if it’s about making a pitch, I’m your girl! Ahem!
[Hey, hey, hey~ Marcia Pyroeis reporting for duty! I’m a third year with a bright future in store, I promise ya! Getting along well with both my juniors and seniors and always knowing how to get out of a pinch! That’s me!]
Hehe, so whatcha think, hm? A keeper right?
Djinn: Hm~ It’s got energy. It’s got charm. I LIKE IT! FULL POINTS!
Marcia: YAHOO! Now, then how about you come closer and-
Djinn: Not so fast!
Marcia: Huh?! What now?! You said “FULL POINTS” didn’t you?! So why-
Djinn: Hm, that’s true. But you can’t think that would be enough! Love at first sight is just a fantasy, you know?! That’s why, we gotta check compatibility too!
Marcia: Co-Compatibility? Ugh, this got a lot more annoying all of a sudden… Do we have to, haha? After all, I’m already heads over heels for you! Anything more and I just might lose my mind~
Rosa: Woah, that scummy power of hers comes in handy at moments like this!
Blanche: It’s… definitely something impressive…
Djinn: Woah, woah, woah, for real?! Hm, I shouldn’t really be doing this, but I guess you’ll be getting a few extra points there, girlie!
Diana: He’s easy to fool.
Marcia: Really~? You’re way too kind~ Now then, now then, how about we-
Djinn: Not so fast!
Marcia: ???
Djinn: You definitely have a lot of the right qualities. BUT!! I’m not an easy sort of djinn, you know?! I just don’t give my heart out to anybody! That’s why before we tie the knot you must first undergo a SURPRISE SCENARIO!
Marcia: EH?! SURPRISE- EH?! EEEEEH?!
Rosa: HE CAME UP WITH SOMETHING RIDICULOUS AGAIN!
Djinn: To properly test a couple’s compatibility, you can’t just stop at first impressions! There needs to be understanding and cooperation. That’s~ why~ THE SURPRISE SCENARIO WILL TELL US ALL WE NEED TO KNOW! IT’S FOOLPROOF!
Marcia: Crap, and I thought I had this in the bag… Ugh, this is so annoying… But, if it’s just some stupid question, I’m sure I can breeze through it… Alright! Let’s give it a shot! I’ll show you I’m the best suited for this role, dear~!
Agatha: ……. gross….
Djinn: Ooooh! That’s it, girlie! That’s the spirit I’m looking for! That sort of energy - IT’S FANTASTIC!
Marcia: Hehehe, it’s definitely gonna be my victory, you moron…
Djinn: Ahem. This is your scenario: Adil and Farah have been dating for 5 years now after meeting at a company party, where he accidentally spilled some punch on her dress and was chastised thoroughly for it. Because it was an outfit from a well-recognized brand, Farah demanded that Adil take care of the dry-cleaning himself. Unfortunately coming from a low standing family he could not afford the fee for it, so he decided to make a deal with a corrupt bank manager to get the money in exchange for smuggling a few precious magical gems into the embassy which will be used to blow up the building once the ambassador and the king of the country are inside. Though he’s reluctant to agree he remembers the sick mother who’s at home, and realizes that he cannot burden her with this issue since she has also just started attending college to get her degree as a bread researcher. In order to get access to the basement of the building, Adil calls up some old acquaintance from his time in the magical police who helps him secure an invitation thanks to his cousin who is actually the Prince of a foreign land. They pass Adil off as the royal confectioner, a role he is able to perform thanks to his previous career as a successful movie star actor. On the day of the heist they are able to sneak into the basement, but on their way out they bump into Farah who turns out to also be the Chief of Security for the king that’s coming to visit. In the ensuing scuffle Adil is suddenly reminded that Farah is in fact his long, lost childhood friend that he hasn’t seen since the hurricane hit their town and almost razed everybody to the ground. They embrace tearfully and realize that they have feelings for each other~
Romantic, right~?
Marcia: WHAT’S THE HELL KIND OF SCENARIO IS THIS?!
Djinn: Hm? What do you mean? It’s obviously a romcom!
Marcia: ‘OBVIOUSLY’?! HOW IS ANY OF OBVIOUS?! MY BRAIN IS JUST HURTING FROM TRYING TO WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT!!
Djinn: Hey, hey, that’s super rude! It’s a great premise with a cool hook! Anybody would be able to relate to them! Especially Adil! Isn’t he just super cool?
Marcia: Haaaaaaaaa?! What the hell is cool about him?! Rather just what the hell is his deal?!
Djinn: Eh? His deal? Is there something you dislike about him?
Marcia: Dislike?! There are a ton of things I dislike about him! Like, what the hell is up with his thinking process?! He’s gonna make some shady deal with a corrupt banker for some dry-cleaning fee?! Isn’t that way too extreme?! He could have just used a cleaning spell!!
Djinn: ….
Marcia: Or rather!! You’re telling me that somebody who’s been in the magical police and was a famous actor didn’t put some money aside for emergencies?! What kind of negligence is that, huh?! And how old is this guy to have held so many jobs and still be on the bottom rung of a company, huh?! It makes no sense!!
Djinn: …
Marcia: This whole situation is just senseless!! Ain’t he complicating things too much with his insane logic?! I don’t get it!! I don’t get him at all!! Who even came up with this type of story?!
Djinn: … Me…
Marcia: … Huh?
Djinn: It was me. I am the author of “Super Lovey Dovey Secret Agents Who Are Also Childhood Friends, But On Opposite Sides of the Battle Raging On Between Their Two Companies, So They Must Make sure Their Supervisors Don’t Find Out About It”.
Marcia: Crap!
Rosa: IT’S EVEN GOT A RIDICULOUS NAME!
Djinn: You know, I always fancied myself a bit of a screenwriter. This was supposed to be my magnus opus… My masterpiece… The story that would mark my debut in the literary world… and yet…
Marcia: Just joking~!
Djinn: Hm?
Marcia: Hahaha, you took all that seriously! It was a joke! All just a joke, I swear! You’ve completely misinterpreted my words~
Rosa: SHE’S ACTUALLY MAKING A MOVE TO TRY AND SALVAGE ALL THIS?! SERIOUSLY?! IS SHE FOR REAL?!
Djinn: … Is that so?
Rosa: EEEEEH?! HE’S BUYING IT TOO?
Marcia: Yeah, yeah~ That story!! It was, uh, super cool!
Djinn:... Really?
Marcia: Of course! It was, um, sooooooo dynamic! A lot of things happened and… Adil was such a cool character! Yeah! Yeah! Really, uh, carried the story and all that!
Djinn: …
Marcia: You have such a gift for this!! Seriously! I’m in awe of your talent!! Hahahaha…
Djinn: … I see.
Marcia: Hm? Se-See what exactly?
Djinn: It’s been made clear to me just what sort of compatibility we have.
Marcia: Th-That soon?! Hey, you barely even gave me a chance to work my char- I mean! Don’t you think that it’s still too early to tell, hm~? We should get to know each other a little better before that~ Hey, hey~!
Djinn: Hm, no, rather I think that it’s [TIME UP]!
Marcia: EEEEEEEEH?!
[CLICK]
Rosa: SHE GOT CAUGHT IN THE HOURGLASS TOO!!
Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!!
Diana: …
Blanche: This is…
Vita: How unfortunate~
Djinn: And done~ Now, let’s see who’s next, hm~?
Rosa: WAIT JUST A MOMENT!
Djinn: Hm? What is it, fluffy hair? Do you wanna volunteer?
Rosa: E-Eh?! No, no, no, no, no! No way! Absolutely no way!
Djinn: Mm, maybe it’s for the best. Flat types like you are kinda…
Rosa: HEY!
Blanche: Excuse me.
Djinn: Oh, you too, bunny girl? Man, I sure am popular~! Having so many girls after me~
Blanche: … A-Ah. In truth, there was something that I was curious about…
Djinn: Sure, sure~ Go straight ahead~ If it’s from my future cute wife then any request is A-OK with me!
Rosa: Then-
Djinn: Ah, except asking to drop out of the wedding, of course!
Rosa: Ugh!
Blanche: No, it’s rather… Just what are your specifications for a ‘wife’?
Djinn: Specifications?
Blanche: Yes. I understand why Himalia-senpai was locked up, but even though Marcia was… well, even though she acted the way she did, was just that the reason you locked her up?
Djinn: ‘Just that’?! You don’t get it, bunny girl!
Blanche: Hm?
Djinn: It’s all about compatibility! Com~ pa~ ti~ bi~ li~ ty~! If we’re not a good match then getting married is a no go for me! I don’t wanna get stuck in a loveless relationship and suffer at the hands of somebody cruel~ My heart is too fragile for that!
Blanche: I-I see… then, just what exactly did you find displeasing about Marcia and Himalia-senpai specifically?
Rosa: Ha?! Blanche?! Don’t tell me you’re seriously thinking of going through with it?! After all the time you protested?!
Diana: No. It’s not that.
Rosa: Huh?
Diana: If we want to strike, it’s best to be forewarned.
Rosa: Eh?
Cass: Um, it, me-means that we should ga-gather as much information a-as possible, Miss Mo-Morgainne…
Blanche: I think it would be beneficial for both of us to understand your preferences a little better, don’t you agree?
Djinn: Hm~ You’re making some sense there, bunny girl. I guess I have nothing to lose from coming forward about this… Alright then! Now listen carefully! I’ll explain to you why compatibility matters!
You see, more than anything… I think violent women are super scary!
Blanche: Huh?
Djinn: Seriously~ When I saw that Amazon pick up that marble table like it was nothing at all, I got super freaked out! That thing was at least around 400 kg, you know?
Rosa: THA-THAT HEAVY?! WHAT IS HIMALIA-SENPAI?! A MONSTER?! A GODDESS?!
Djinn: Aaah, just seeing it come flying at me made me so nervous… And I’m made of smoke too! No, no, a violent type just won’t work!
Blanche: I… I suppose that’s understandable… Then Marcia?
Djinn: Hm? The tomboy? Hmmm, well, I have to admit I like the type who’s full of energy. Seeing a girl smile while giving her best really brings out that healing quality~ But…
Blanche: But?
Djinn: WOMEN WHO ARE TWO-FACED ARE NOT CUTE AT ALL!
Blanche: !!!
Djinn: Seriously! Changing her mind like that just because she found out that I was the author! There’s no way I could be able to stand a woman like that!
Blanche: I see, that is-
Djinn: If she started lying from the first and kept at it, that would have been another issue! At least my feelings would have been spared like that! But being told so rudely that my work is bad… NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT THE SORT OF WIFE I WANT!
Blanche: …
Rosa: Hey, isn’t it kinda all about him again?
Marcia: Blegh! Like I could even pretend to like that sort of badly written thing in the first place! There are limits of what you can ask from people, you know?! You moron! Idiot! Lame!
Rosa: Hey, are you seriously still goi- EEEEEEH?!
Marcia: Pffft, the expression you’re making now is even more stupid than usual, Rosalia! Guess it’s nice when you have no brains and a pretty face, huh?
Rosa: GRRRRR! BEING LOCKED UP IN A HOURGLASS IS NOT PUNISHMENT ENOUGH FOR YOU!! YOU OGRE!!
Marcia: Haaaa, you’re still barking? Hahaha, now that's a funny sight, you kno- HUH?! WAIT! HUH?! YOU CAN HEAR ME?!
Rosa: I CAN HEAR YOU! I CAN HEAR JUST FINE! I CAN HEAR YOU GOING ON ABOUT HOW STUPID I AM, YOU JER-
Blanche: This is…
Djinn: Hm? Ah, so you’ve noticed, didn’t you?
Rosa: Noticed? Noticed what?
Diana: June’s is soundproof.
Rosa: Soundproof… Huh? You me-mean the hourglass?! Eh?! I-Is that even possible?!
Agatha: Stupid… amoeba… doesn’t… even… know… her… own… dorm… subjects… heheheheh
Rosa: HAAAAAA-
Blanche: Is this related to the complaint about her being violent…?
Djinn: Hm? Well, it’s rather… she’s just kinda annoyingly loud, you know? Loud women are also a no-go for me! I like my peace and quiet~
Blanche: I see…
Rosa: Eh? Hey, is it just me or is this guy’s list of preferences all over the place?
Diana: Mm.
Cass: It’s, um, ra-rather confusing…
Rosa: Right?! He says he wants somebody energetic then he turns around and goes [I like my peace and quiet~]. It’s completely contradictory!
Blanche: It’s… not ideal… But we must try to figure out a way to escape from here still. Or else…
Rosa: Gulp.
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no one asked but here’s an appreciation post for thronebreaker
I love this game lol. the music, writing, acting, ART like they’re all SO GOOD. The fact that your party members are cards that you can gain then maybe lose, it just adds so much to the whole RPG dynamic. There were MULTIPLE times I had to reimagine my deck just because someone in my party left? Really felt like I was managing an army!! While pt members leaving intially horrified me (as someone who tries not to miss anything) it definitely felt organic enough for the story flow. It’s fun for me too since it keeps things fresh lmao.
The decisions!! Some really difficult choices you make here :c I don’t like how vague some of the wording is sometimes?? but honestly that’s just a minor thing the writing for this game is prETTY GOOD. I wish I were a writer so I can tell you exactly what makes it so cool but aaaa idk all the phrases and imagery and delivery? Of the lines? IT’S JUST GOOD. 11/10 Like there was a swamp section here and I could feel how disgusting everything was (tho maybe that’s just irl tiredness lol)
map appreciation because I love this map style lol
Sometimes it moves the camera to these “cinematic” looking shots? purdy
I honestly thought I wasn’t gotta get into this so much because lmao it’s a card game rpg BUT MAN OH MAN it’s just that good. And MEVE!! AAAA I love her character! So many sides to it,, as a leader, as a woman? Like for real so much nuance I was amazed. There’s so many possibilities for her personality too bc of the choices you’ll make. I just ,,, got really invested okay I didn’t expect to be at ALL.
Maybe I’ve just been playing the wrong games but she’s seriously the best written female MC I’ve come across in games u-u
Anyway I’m luv her and the other chars in her party 🥺
MUSIC!!! Iconic. Tw3 had cool music and this one does too!!! I would link stuff here but let me just tell you my fav rn is this track AND THIS TOO
There’s so much thought put into this game lol and honestly for me it ticks ALL my boxes. I love RPGs but can almost never be bothered to do the combat bits. HOWEVER!! I do love gwent!!! so the existence of this puzzle-RPG is just a m a z I n g for me lol
thank u for the ride
#thronebreaker#personal#im sorry for the ramble i just felt like i had to say so#something#i wish there were more games like this lol#alas capitalism#if you’re lucky enough to be free this quarantine consider this#!!! i just played mine on ios THANK THE GODS THEY PORTED#.....senua from hellblade is cool too but that game SPECIFICALLY revolves around her so
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sad only 480p version this time, and delayed. oh well, temptation too strong, and clips on the weibo looked promising, so let’s go
mjy sighhh i guess he’s just dumb not malicious but man
“the truth isn’t important” glasses shing. oh wow that hair swish tho that was like unnecessarily well animated hahaha
iiiii just want jhx to tell off yy!! i think that’d be great, what a faceslap! also wtf is this thing? iron supplements?? a spray? icy-hot? 铁打损伤喷雾?? god i spent like five minutes trying to mouse-trace those characters and i still don’t know if this is supposed to be significant or if it’s just significant that jhx caught yy doing shady shit
anyway given music / context it seems jhx is annoyed at what yy is doing? so yay friggin finally. “our classes aren’t at nanhua” nice
“xu-da” vs “xu-ge” hmm. anyway jhx don’t fall for the lies. jhx is like sx, annoying and chuuni but probably isn’t as obnoxiously awful as he first appears... probably.... maybe.
goddd sucks that the full version of this op is kinda weird, because i LOVE this op so much like holy crap. jiyi bei yingfu huanxing....
man now im like stressed about the yf at the airport scene. trailer showed an airport. what’s gonna happennn
this exchange about dd feels so weird like it sounds like ctg is trying to explain they’re not in any pre-relationship or smth but maggie is like “i don’t mind” in a way that makes it sound like she wouldn’t mind if they’re together? what??? but whatever
ok i really enjoy this cr/yf dynamic. like i feel like it’s a bit ooc and yf as portrayed here is maybe too far on the acquiescence but also it’s really funny and sparks joy for me so i’ll buy it. i’m happy to see like established relationship stuff i think bc i generally don’t in the stuff i watch. speaking of which i’m super glad that they didn’t make the awful dumb move of trying to insert like Another wack love triangle drama dynamic thing in this like the fans want yecong and tianmai!!
wowwww it’s so nice how supportive cr is being tho like i love to see it!
handholding!! soft!! nice inversion of the earlier part where cr is bandaging his fingers. but like -
WHY DOES SHE HAVE MARKS/CALLUSES ON HER THUMB AND NOT HER PINKY??? like ok i have not played ukelele but i sure have my own share of stringed instrument finger calluses and you don’t?? press on the string with your thumb???
still, they’re trying, it’s a cute detail, i appreciate it. i liked that one wwgk review i watched yesterday that pointed out s1 was like a coming of age story disguised as a music story, whereas s2 is like a real music story....
wait this is incredibly cute wtf. oh my god.
YF SIGHED/FACEPALMED AT THAT? COME ON!! WTF THAT’S SO RUDE? THAT WAS ACTUALLY LIKE PRETTY GOOD?? AND SHE DID THIS JUST FOR YOU? like maybe not performance ready but bro she’s learned for two days!! also holy shit the strumming animation is really good for smth like this im impressed! that reminds me of the like actually legit violin animation they showed in the trailer yo im so ready
like i totally understand the frustration (damn, maggie’s face... 3 free performances? really?) but also i feel SO BAD FOR CR HERE this is so awkward oh my godddd at least ctg like tries to apologize to her (and cr’s reaction to this whole thing is also v solid, good for her) but still like damn
aww ahh man im glad maggie still like! supports encourages cr here! that’s also char dev being able to like get past her own complicated emotions at least for this sort of gesture
awwww i also like seeing maggie’s coping, the happiness philosophy i always thought that was super interesting. she’s a great char! and i think running is good
animators animate a girl running normally challenge
oh nice you have to walk a bit after sprinting, good
the train track scenes are so pretty wahhh
does... does the track just end there? what
the ~significance~ of maggie now sharing this piece of her that used to be a yf thing, with ctg
also excellent bgm - oh omg it’s og soul link remix!!!
“i don’t want you to go”
MY GOD HE’S FINALLY MAKING A REAL MOVE. and one based in real friendship. GOD FUCKING FINALLY CTG AAAAAA she’s cryyying man this exchange is also pretty cute ngl
i can’t believe they figured this out a full 4 episodes before the finale
this is so pretty here wahhhhhh i wanna ss the whole thing in 1080p
awhhhhhh
they never released pink twilight shanghai!! i want this ver!!!
aww yayyy open still cheering her on - YF BE NICE TO YOUR GF COME ON
haha this is like reverse of cr tutoring him - WAIT YEAH YF YOU WERE A SHITTY ASS STUDENT COMPARED TO HER BE EXTRA NICE
also remixed dream i dig it! sounds like new lyrics?
julliard hahahaha
dong dong goddess
HAHAHA did dd just steal ctg’s fries
ctg: expressing some deep thoughts
me: just watching dd
“forever confident, forever happy”
wait sooooooo are they a thing now or what did that count as a confession
“and qing’er is finally here” WHAT’S THE TEAAAAA WE STILL DON’T REALLY KNOW
“im a guitarist this is fine” YOU GO DD I LOVE YOU
BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE
omg oyzq. you’d think they were trying to extort a confession from him. what the hell is this instrument he said what is a xiao 箫. A WOODEN FLUTE? YOOO THAT’S COOL my god PLEASE let us get some kickass trad/modern fusion music im so ready
“i trust ouyang” ahhh double char surnames are cool
HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK
“because i’m about to have surgery on my knee” REALLY? REALLY? IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU’RE GOING TO JUSTIFY ALL THIS? FOLKS I AM LOSING MY SHIT I HAVEN’T LAUGHED OUT LOUD LIKE THIS IN SO LONG
ok this is interesting tho he’s not a dick for the hell of it it’s out of desperation or smth. but like half a year, oh no, what a horror. (i’m fresh out of hb feels ok you shaddap // tho i can also imagine the knife, like in lotus bloom, where they didn’t think szp’s injury was permanent). tho i do also like the “then we’ll be seniors we won’t have time to perform” but also that’s just a reminder that all of these ppl are like frigging 16 year olds and i still cannot take this seriously
i like “i didn’t expect, that i couldn’t give you the confidence to win”. god im so glad this confrontation is happening. man this feels like a wrap up already are they really spending all 3 last episodes on the competition? what’s the story gonna be?
feel like he’d be less ugly with hairstyle that looked more consistently like this. anyway sucks that both of them are so ugly otherwise there’s some nice sun/moon (+stars?) imagery you can get going here
GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT
pretty! i wanna save this hq
it’s this bgm!!! godd i just want this track so bad
an empty beach?? in china near shanghai???
anyway ahhh it’s the iconic beach shot! i like how the promo ver cuts out dd lmfao
wow nine episodes in and cookie finally gets a character moment??? cookieeeeeeee i missed you
ok i can’t ship them he calls her shifu but also THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FRIENDSHIP calling every day 10 minutes?? wow!! i love dongdong and i love cookie. also this hits different in covid times “no one says that we can’t be friends because of distance”
oh i guess they are pushing this as a ship. meh.
wahhhhh. need this hq then i have more propic material.
HE HAS COVID
ah lang is VIBING oh to be the ah lang of my own life. parasurfing. walking into poles.
wow this is so modern! the red bag thing! wow i do love this show flexing the modern-ness
this is the mercedes benz arena im SURE of it ahhhh holy crap this crowd. oh to be in a crowd without mask
IT’S THIS DUDE AGAIN like the trailer spoiled this but if i found out this right here right now i would’ve lost my shit my god hahhaah
im like torn about how i feel about cr’s dress like idk if it fits her well even if it’s pretty
:<
oh im scared i hope this doesn’t become embarrassing
:0
OMG THEY INCLUDED PENCIL SKETCH OF THAT S1 SCENE. HAHAHA. char growth yayyyyy
ok anyway im happy!! spent like an hour watching this or something lmao but good times!! much better than last ep HAHA yayyy im so glad we’re finally at the comp and lots of these little things have been tied up now im ready for new song drops!!!
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Don’t Dress Up As My Enemy
Hi guys! I’ve been working on this since a few days before Halloween and I just finished it. Sorry, it was supposed to be a Halloween one shot but I hope you still enjoy. If you would like to be added to my tag list for future writing, please let me know by responding to this post.
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“So what should we be for Halloween this year?” Henry asks Charlotte who was at the monitor. “I was thinking like Sandy and Danny from Grease or even better, Brittany and Justin in those denim outfits. I look gooooodddd in denim.”
“I do look great in denim. But no.”
“Alright, what about the Disney route? Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen?”
“Uhhhh...” Charlotte hesitates.
“Ariel and Eric?”
Charlotte turns away from what she was looking at and spins the chair around to face Henry who is sitting on the couch. She shakes her head.
“John Lennon and Yoko Ono? You like the Beatles, right?”
“Yeah the Beatles are cool. But something’s off.”
“Off? What do you mean by off?” Henry wonders.
“I don’t know, I just don’t like those options. Any other suggestions?”
“Okkkkk...How about the Joker and Harley Quinn?”
“Eww no, their whole dynamic was toxic” Char replies instantly.
“Oh! How about Barbie and Ken? We are totally hot enough to pull that off!”
“Yeeaaahh I don’t think so. Anything else?”
“Wow you’re being so picky this year. What about Red and Abe from Us? Super scary. Plus red jumpsuits and scissors should be easy enough.”
“That would be pretty simple to put together but it’s not doing it for me.”
“Well do you have any ideas?” Henry poses exasperatedly.
At that moment the elevator opens and Jasper pops out. “Guys, guess what I got?”
“A snake?” “A new bucket?” They respond simultaneously.
“No! It’s wands! I figured that we could be Harry Potter characters for Halloween this year. Charlotte can be Harry!”
“Jasper!” Char exclaims. “That’s what was missing! None of those choices had a good option for him, that’s why I didn’t like them.”
“What are we talking about?” Jasper asks curiously.
“Nothing, Henry was just suggesting different costumes for us but they were only for two people” she clarifies.
Jasper turns to Henry, “You didn’t include me in your planning?”
Looking like a deer caught in the headlights Henry stammers out, “No, buddy! I totally thought about you!”
“Really?” Jasper asks Henry with an eyebrow raised. “Hey Charlotte, name one of the ideas he gave you.”
“Barbie and Ken.”
“The iconic duo. Anything else?”
“Ummm...guys I don’t think that this-“
“No Char, I want to know. What was another option?” Jasper asks seriously.
Charlotte sighs but decides to answer his question. “Tiana and Naveen. The main characters from the Princess and the Frog.”
“Oh really?” Jasper looks back at Henry who is now looking guilty. “And who was I going to be Hen?”
Henry looks everywhere expect at Jasper. “Louis the Alligator?”
“Louis the- wowww okay. If you didn’t want to dress up with me this year dude you could’ve just said something.”
“Of course I want to dress up with you! I just forgot. Temporarily.”
“Yeah sure, well thank you to Charlotte for being a good friend and thinking about me.”
“Dude I’m sorry. It’s not like that. Can I...talk to you for a minute?”
“We’re talking right now.”
“I mean alone. Just, come upstairs to Junk and Stuff with me.”
“Are you sure you want to talk to ME and not Charlotte?”
“Leave me outta this.” Charlotte piped up, facing the monitors at the console once again.
“Look, just meet me up there. Okay?” Henry pleaded.
“I’ll think about it” Jasper huffed.
After Henry took the elevator up to the store, Jasper plopped down onto the couch with a long sigh. “You know this is your fault.”
Knowing that they were the only two remaining in the ManCave, Charlotte assumes that Jasper was addressing her.
“What’s my fault?” she inquires while rising from her seat and walking to the couch to sit down next to her friend.
Jasper seems to disconnect from reality, staring blankly at nothing. It’s as if he is in a trance. Then he starts to speak.
“Before you came into the picture, Henry and I were thick as thieves. Practically inseparable. We did everything together. There were no doubts about our friendship. And then one day while we were playing, Henry saw you. A tiny girl with a book that was half her body weight, sitting on the swing set. You were rocking gently back and forth. Not too high, not too hard. Henry thought it was awesome that you could swing and read at the same time.”
“That took a second to master, it made me motion sick at first.” Charlotte says lightly amused.
“He saw some kind of wild flower next to the sandbox and picked it for you. And when he gave it to you he said it was because doing two things at once made you ‘the coolest person he had ever met’. When you accepted it, you said that the type of flower was a daisy. You asked him if he knew that daisies could symbolize true love and new beginnings? Henry said that he didn’t know those things but thought it was very smart that you did. You thanked him for the flower and asked where he had gotten it from. When he pointed by the sandbox you were confused because you didn’t see any other flowers there. You told him that daisies usually grow in clusters and it was strange that the flower as alone.”
“That was weird, daises typically grow in groups.” Charlotte mumbles softly.
“Do you remember Henry saying that the flower was like you? Because you were by yourself? He said that he could be a part of your cluster. So you wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. And the whole time this was happening, I was right there. A few feet away, watching. Not knowing how to contribute to the conversation my best friend up and left me to have with this random girl.”
“I didn’t know you were there.”
“Well I was. You know, I think that day started his love affair with flowers. He was so impressed that you knew exactly what type it was and that you knew so many facts about it. And he wanted to be liked you in that way. You inspired him. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired anything that Henry’s done.”
“Jasper....”
“It’s okay. I’ve mostly accepted the fact that I’ll never be as important to him as you are.”
“Hey listen, you are important to him. I know that Henry loves you. You guys were friends before I even came into the picture, there had to be a connection there. You’re just a little hurt right now because he wasn’t thinking things completely through earlier. But come on, it’s Henry. Not thinking things through is basically one of his personality traits.”
“Yeah I guess” Jasper sighs. “I’m just sick of feeling like I’m the only one invested in our friendship.”
“Have you spoken to Henry about how you feel?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well maybe you should.”
“I know.”
It’s silent for a moment. “Uggghhhh” Jasper groans in frustration. “I’m so sorry Charlotte, I know it’s not your fault that I feel this way. It was just easier to blame you than face the fact that I might be losing my best friend.”
“It’s okay Jasper. I understand where you are coming from. Believe it or not, I’ve felt like this before too. Henry and I were way closer in middle school before you found out he was Kid Danger. We spent so much time together at school and then here at work. Secrets bind people together. So whenever you were let in on the secret, we lost some of that closeness and everything changed. Instead of it being just the two of us, it felt like the two of you and then me. It was like I barely hung out with him anymore because you were always there. Henry spent so much of his time showing you all the cool tech stuff and explaining how everything worked in the ManCave, things I already knew about. For a while it was rough for me. It was like I was alone in a room full of people trying to figure out where I fit in.”
“I never knew you felt like that.”
“Yeah. That feeling of neglect was real. Because while we were friends, neither one of us were as close to each other as we were with Henry. That is, until we started spending more time together when Henry and Ray were on missions. We built our friendship stronger and bonded without Henry. He had always been the glue. Then, we created our own glue. And I’m so glad that we did. You are my best friend. That statement doesn’t lose any value just because it’s also true for Henry. The same thing applies to us. Henry loves you. You should go talk to him.”
“I will. Thanks Char.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Hug?”
“Just this once.”
“Yay!” Jasper said as he scooped his smaller friend in his arms, squeezing tightly.
Charlotte patted him awkwardly on the back. “Okay that’s enough.”
Upstairs, Henry was at the register cashing out a customer when Jasper came from behind the beaded curtain. After he handed the person their change, he turned to his friend. “Listen Jasper, I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to-“
“No Henry, you listen to me for once. I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.”
“Exactly! My bad I’m just so into-“
“Hold up. As I was saying, I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings. But you did. You hurt my feelings today when you didn’t include me in your costume plans, especially since we dressed up as a group last year. That hurt man. And you know what that reminded me of? That time I asked you how long you thought you could keep a secret from your best friend and your response was, ‘Oh, Charlotte knows’. It didn’t even cross your mind that I meant me. That I was your best friend.”
“Dude...”
“I’m just saying Henry. For a hero, you sure know how to hurt people.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Listen. Of course Charlotte is my best friend, but so are you. I know that sometimes I don’t show you the appreciation you deserve. I am truly sorry. You’ve been such a constant in my life that I just assume you know how much I care about you. I should tell you more often, that’s on me. I love you man. Forgive me?”
Jasper stared at Henry with a stoic face for a tense twenty seconds before caving.
“Of course. That’s all I wanted to hear” Jasper said before giving him a big bro hug.
“So the costume thing really was you just being obtuse without realizing, Charlotte was right” Jasper said mostly to himself.
“Well” Henry says in his signature high pitched voice.
“What is it?”
“Um, you see, Ikindawantedtowearacouple’scostumewithCharbecauseImighthaveacrushonher.”
“Huh?”
“I saaaaaiiiiddd, I kinda wanted to wear a couple’s costume with Char because I might have a crush on her. I figured if we had matching costumes, when people commented on them I could look at her reaction to try and gauge if she liked me back.” Henry responds while looking at the floor and scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Really?” Jasper said excitedly.
Henry whips his head back up to see Jasper beaming at him.
“You’re not like, mad? Because you just went on this whole tangent about how I like her more than you...”
“No this is great! Honestly. I’ve always known that you like her more than me. My problem was that I don’t like it when you treat her like she’s your only best friend and leave me out completely. Plus, you’ve liked her ever since you gave her that flower when we were kids. You stare at her like she hung the moon. And...her contact name in your phone has been Daisy since you got a phone. You’re completely obvious dude.”
��Okayyy, geez. I didn’t know I was so transparent. I just realized this like a few weeks ago.” Henry says.
“You poor sap. Well come on, I’ll help you get your girl” Jasper replies as they walk to the back and push the button for the elevator.
“How are you gonna do that? My costume idea backfired.”
“Yeah she is definitely not going to leave me out after our talk.” Jasper says.
Henry sighs in defeat.
“Hmmmm...oh, I got it! We can still do Harry Potter but instead I’ll be Harry, Charlotte can be Hermoine.”
“And I can be Ron!” Henry concludes excitedly.
“Yeah exactly! That way, you can still technically have a couple’s costume. Even though we both know if anyone was gonna save the world it would definitely be her” Jasper muses.
“This is true.” Henry agrees as they both step into the elevator.
#Chenry#Henry Danger#Charlotte Page#Henry Hart#Jasper Dunlop#Charlotte Bolton#Kid Danger#Henlotte#Riele Downs#Jace Norman#Sean Ryan Fox#Nickelodeon#Halloween
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The Dreamcaster
Bit of a filthy love letter to Inception.
I saw the trap the moment I stepped into the parlour.
The goons stood out like warts on a Courtesan's smooth backside. Such glaring display was surely bait, inviting nervous people to lose their cool and turn around.
I walked past with the carefree gait and flowing robes of a rich patron. I didn't let my gaze linger on them, the man I played tonight would be too righteous to care. I reached the counter and asked to join the public session, two hours worth of Dream. I gave my fake name and ID, paid in cash.
The men didn't react to me but that guaranteed nothing, so I started a mental list of potential enemies. I knew of five serious ones, six, if counting personal vendettas. I reviewed grudges in order of threat and seriousness as the young hostess showed the way to a lounge-room.
I wondered if it could be Hamsworth keeping tabs on me. I was months behind the man's deadline.
I love deadlines, especially the noise they make as they fly by.
The goons could be some of my target's henchmen, left in the lobby while their master drooled in some drug infused paradise, but that would be an unexplainable change of attitude. After all, my target kept his Dream addiction so secret that he always moved alone and disguised himself a lot more than I ever care to and I'm the outlaw.
I am a Dreamcaster. One plagued with a busy body and mind.
I could never settle for the easy life of a parlour, making up worlds for anxious patrons to play in, managing them down rosy plots to ludicrous, fulfilling ends that would leave sweet submemories to mend their broken souls.
Humdrum, wretched work!
I strive on challenges. I cast like no one else: I can fake true life, give a taste to sounds, I can imagine colours that don't exist. I can take a Dreamer by the hand and have him walk me through his mind-palace with pride and honour. Which is, incidentally, one of the many aspects that make me a criminal, and the very task I was paid to execute tonight.
The hostess opened the door of a small, cushioned room.
She smiled as she handed me a tray with needles, plastic straps and a little piece of disinfecting gauze. She left to fetch a vial of this session's Dream. No prattle, no explanations. No need for them: my arms were already out of my sleeves, both covered with the black tattoos that ran along the veins of professionals and junkies alike.
I wasn't done disinfecting myself when the door opened again.
'That was fast.'
The laugh that answered was manly. I didn't make it to my feet before other manly things crashed against me and pined me to the cushions.
Four men loomed above, three holding me and one flicking at the glass of a syringe with a smile, all strangers. They had the rough faces of long-time mercenaries.
'I can inject myself, thanks,' I said, dripping sarcasm and not quite breaking character yet.
The fourth man laughed again and bent down to where his colleague held my right arm in a lock.
'I very much doubt you would.'
Then I saw the syringe properly. Its long needle dripped black. My whole body broke in a sweat.
'Oh no, no, no, you can't! Fuck, mate, you can't! Not Nightmare! Why?!'
The man plunged the needle in the dark maze of my tattooed veins. I shrieked, giving it all I had while the black sludge sank into me.
'You've been a bad man Mr Kureno,' the man said.
'Well, what the fuck does that make you mate?!'
'I'm only a delivery man. You should be grateful, now you'll be sleeping too tight to feel the trip.'
'To where? To whom?'
Darkness choked my thoughts before he could answer.
I started awake, panting, sweat plastering my hair to my skull.
I was home, sitting in my bed, jumped halfway out of my kimono, sheets rumpled around my legs.
Nightmares of thugs putting me under Nightmare? Next level shit. Probably a stray natural dream.
'Kure?'
I perked up. It was my mother calling me.
'Kureno?'
I froze.
Yes. It was my mother.
My ten-years-dead mother, coming up the stairs of a house I had burned down myself the day she'd died.
I looked at the crook of my arm and saw some gauze covering the vein the villains had pricked in that nightmare. I reached for it and started to pull. The skin came out with the gauze, flesh sloughing off my arm.
A false awakening! These men had really put me under to take me somewhere! In a second I was on my feet, dread pushing my stomach up my throat. I reached inwards, using the mental cues to access old memories.
I was trained in Nightmare, more than most too, but that meant nothing. With Nightmare, you had the stuff five times in your life and you were a veteran! I have thousands of hours of work on Dream, my brain grew on the drug, developed my reflexes for it. Nightmare stimulates different networks, it warps your subconscious perceptions, reverses the laws of the whole game. It would play my own habits against me.
I squatted, gathering myself for the push that ought to get me flying. Instead the air turned to thick jelly against my body, gravity pressing me to the floor.
Typical Nightmare dynamics.
'Kureno?'
My mother opened the door. She looked at me with empty eye-sockets, her twisted mouth pulled taunt against white jaw bones.
'What is it child,' she asked, reaching for my face, 'why won't you come down?'
I made to step back, my feet dragging, her hand just as slowly brushing past me, a battle in slow-motion.
'You're dead you know?' I said to my mother's dried, charred face. 'I burnt the house to the ground with you in it. That's why you're here. No matter how right it was to do, it's still the stuff of nightmare, these memories.'
With some effort I cleared my mind to trigger a new iteration. The nightmare reset itself, and as my old house and dead mother disappeared, I fell.
I tore through the air, an upside down townscape blurring in my sight. The sensation of falling was so vivid I cried in panic. None of my probes shaped the world as they should. I was in true free fall.
'Hey!'
I twisted around to find a man falling with me. Tall, lanky, with short, jet black hair over green eyes, my spitting image without any tattoos: my twin brother, Koharu.
His aura however did not match his body. It was, and wasn't my brother. Such misplacement is common in natural dreams, and it felt aweful.
'Kureno,' my brother's image called, coming down on a level with me, 'grab my hand!'
'Fuck off.'
'Kureno, you'll die if you don't!'
I flipped over, feet down to the abyss of the sky, arms catching the wind, the crazy shapes of the world swirling out of reach.
'It's a Nightmare. Dying would just start a new iteration!'
'The ground is coming up,' he yelled, horror in his voice. It was. Somehow the sky had become a solid thing.
Koharu caught my loose kimono, and I grabbed for his hand to pull him close.
It broke.
Shattered at the wrist like a twig, a flawed porcelain handled too rough. We stared at each other, stupefied, swallowed by the certainty of our death.
Reality hit me like a ton of brick.
I was on all fours, retching.
Waking isn't like in movies, when you're never sure if you aren't still dreaming. Puking your guts out while awake never feels dreamy enough for such doubts.
Koharu's hand was on my back, holding me while I gathered my wits. We were in a corner of his lab. I remembered now, my twin injecting me with his latest batch of so-called "innovation". We often work together. He's the smart one, I'm the artist.
'How much are you paying me to trial that black crap again?' I asked, wiping my face with a trembling hand.
'We'll discuss a raise once you've spat your analyses. Out with it, I want it fresh!'
'First iteration was incredible convincing. Instinctual theme, solid narrative structure, I was working a Tour-type Dreamcast. Paranoia heavy, but lowered wariness.' I detailed the attack, the subsequent false awakening, the free-fall, reviewed my feelings and sensations.
'If I hadn't woken up in our old house I might not have realised I was on Nightmare at all. Mother was there.'
We exchanged glassy looks.
'I could reset the iteration,' I went on, 'but other commands were completely ineffective. Whatever you're planning to do with this new variant, it will throw off anyone, trained or not.'
'Kureno,' he said, smirking at me with my very own favourite grin, 'this new Nightmare will throw off the whole world.'
~~ March 2016 – Nightmares
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Thicker Than Water is a MM urban fantasy romance featuring a smart-mouthed wolf shifter, who kicks arse and forgets to take names—because life’s too short for that admin sh*t!
Title: Thicker Than Water
Author: Becca Seymour
Publisher: Rainbow Tree Publishing
Release Date: March 14th 2020
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 65000
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, urban fantasy romance, shifter romance
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Outcast operative in the Supernatural Investigation & Crime Bureau (SICB) Callen Blackheath finds himself doing what he does best: defying orders and giving his boss a headache in the thick of an operation he shouldn’t be in. And there’s no way he’s walking away, not when the investigation has become deadly personal.
Needing to protect the only family member he has left, this wolf shifter will do whatever it takes to stop the blood farms and destroy the dangerous drugs the vampires will kill for. But he doesn’t expect Liam “Thatch” Thatcher, the head of a special task force team, to receive a bite that pulls him into the centre of Callen’s world.
Bonded by memories and blood, together they navigate the operation that has wider reaches than they could ever imagine. And when it comes to matters of the heart, Callen knows in order to win, he needs to risk it all.
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Okay, O.M.G! From the opening sentence I was drawn in and couldn’t put this book down! From every twist and turn, every conspiracy and danger, this book had me on the edge of my seat and fully encased in its world. It’s one hell of a ride!!!
I loved the boldness of the characters, the unique shifter world with a delicate balance between shifters, vampires and humans and the awesome Sydney/Australian setting. There are of course a few (awesome) Australianisms, that might catch others out but I loved the Aussie humor and quick wit shining throughout this story.
I loved Callen. He is such a bold and dynamic characters, confident with a big heart and strives to protect, he can draw you into his world and what he is fighting for. From the introduction of Thatch, I was intrigued and he grew into someone more than I ever expected from first “meeting” him, which is amazing because I am very rarely surprised these days. The back and forth between Callen and Thatch is great and the sexual tension and lust between them is so steamy.
I expected Callen and Thatch to be a certain way and surprisingly got another. I loved the world weaved and the intricacies of this story blew my mind! I look forward to more in this world and can’t wait for the next one! So good. A highly recommended adventure!!
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Heat rippled over my skin. The singed scent of hair clogged my ability to track the way out, leaving me momentarily cursing my stubbornness for going this alone. My boss would never let me live it down if I got myself charred to a crisp or killed. At least the latter would mean I wouldn’t have to listen to his pompous spiel about following protocol. The dick had it out for me. He had since I’d joined this team three years ago, and despite my success rate on missions, he hadn’t taken kindly to the son of the Blackheath alpha joining the Supernatural Investigation & Crime Bureau.
Creaking beams followed by the crash of timber had me blinking hard against the blackening smoke. There had to be a way out. While Brent, my division leader, thought I was foolhardy—or perhaps simply a fool—I had studied the schematics of the lab prior to entering. What I hadn’t planned for was Jonas Cartwright to set the damn thing on fire with me in it.
Focussed on pushing my senses beyond the sound of the licking fire and groaning foundations, I closed my eyes, hoping for a ripple, something, anything that would get me out of this situation. Two beats, three, four… but nothing. I could either stay planted, hoping a miracle would happen, or I could act. Neither seemed like a smart move but staying put and being roasted was not an option. The raw heat travelling up my arms, removing my hairs along the way, cried out for my retreat.
Action it was.
In barely a split second, my eyes shifted. While the heightened sight wouldn’t help with the smoke, the electricity had been tripped by the fire, and I needed all the help I could get.
I cursed up a storm in my head as I raced the way I’d come. With a leap over a toppled cabinet, a swerve away from the licks of fire trailing along workstation dividers, I swore the whole time I would find Cartwright and put him to ground once and for all. The way ahead was blocked, and no barrelling through would solve that. I screeched to a stop. “Shit.” I looked left and right, thinking hard about the drawings I’d glanced at ten seconds before entering the lab. Screw Brent and his demands for being well-prepared. I had no doubt my name, Callen, was already a regular curse from him. This would simply give him more ammunition. It was better than him seething my surname, Blackheath, I supposed, but still, ten seconds of my eyes roaming over the layout was as good as studying in my world.
Before I could figure out my next move, a small scrape of metal to my left had me turning in that direction. I seriously hoped I wasn’t racing towards more flames, but the sound was distinctive, controlled.
On reaching a hallway I didn’t recognise, I stumbled. “What the hell?” At the end of the darkened hallway was a glass door. While smoke spiralled through the space, it wasn’t as black, the fire not yet having reached the area. I crouched low to avoid the white smoke, my eyes focussed on the hand scratching against the glass door. Blood smeared with every gentle swipe, the movement slowing down.
No one was supposed to be here. Ignoring the fact that Cartwright had blown my half-arsed recon out of the window and taken me by surprise, there seriously shouldn’t have been anyone else on site. An unfamiliar edge of panic flared to life in my chest. This was not good.
I charged towards the glass, stopping short of barrelling into it to try the handle. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d broken down a door unnecessarily. I didn’t want to crash through a glass door unless I had to. While I healed quickly, shards of glass cutting through my skin still hurt something fierce.
Testing the handle with one hand, I hit the glass lower down, trying to get the attention of the person attempting to get out. Their bloody hand peeking out a white lab coat twitched at the loud thud. “Shit,” I grumbled. The door was locked. “Hey.” I beat against the glass panel harder. It was partially misted for privacy, and visibility was unclear. Unable to tell who was on the other side or whether the smoke had breached the room from another direction, for once, I considered my options.
“Hey.” I tried again, my hand smacking the glass harder, not yet intending to break through. “Can you hear me?” Steadying my breath took concentration, but I needed to listen carefully.
“Code.” The voice was gravelly. “P-Panel.”
I searched quickly and found a panel off to my right. “I need the code.” Each word came out calm and clear. Panicking now could possibly get us both killed.
“Five.” A cough wracked through him, loud and sounding painful. I squinted, wondering what the hell this guy had been through. “Two. Seven. Seven. Four. Nine.”
I hit the numbers as he said them.
“Hash,” he finished, and the door clicked, swinging open when the guy fell against it. He landed on the floor.
Unconscious at my feet, the man was sprawled on his front. I tugged him to the side. With no idea where we were, I couldn’t simply throw the guy over my shoulder and start charging around, hitting dead ends and burning doors wherever we went. Decision made, I cast a quick glance at the man. Wet blood covered his rich black skin, but his moving chest indicated he was breathing. Barely. Christ, I hoped he didn’t die on me. After a final glance, I rushed into the unlocked room. Just because it had been sealed from the inside didn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to get through another exit.
A door on the opposite side of the room was my target. I headed straight there, spotting vials and another room off to my right. Before I reached the exit, the scent hit me. Blood, and it wasn’t from the unconscious lab tech in the hallway. I took a tentative step in the direction the scent came from, bile already churning in my gut.
No. It couldn’t be.
Another step forward, and I held my breath, not wanting to believe it could be true.
Wide-eyed, I gasped for breath, then regretted the action immediately. Metallic, familiar, and dead. The combination of the three threatened to buckle my knees. Unable to look away, I stared hard, hating every second. But I had to do this. Flesh, torn muscle, mutilated claws; the image seared itself into my mind. Once there, a shockwave of pain ripped through me.
No.
This time I let my knees go and landed on the floor, my knee finding the blood the same shade of my own. It was her. Hazel. My baby sister.
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What sort of pairings (romantic or platonic) are you *looking* to write? Alternatively: what would be your ideal dynamics for each of your chars in their available quadrants?
Old-ask answering, hot dang!
Okay, I’m always a sucker for anything involving emotional depth, especially since a lot of my current threads are more fun-adventure-times rather than actual major plot pieces, but hmm, let’s try to be more specific here…
For one thing: blackrom. None of my trolls have or have had a kismesis, with the exception of Widsth’s occasional flings and Taz’s weird semi-flirtation with Umetto, and none of them have a conclusively-planned black ship, I don’t think? And boy do they all need one! Plus I need to learn how to write blackrom better, since I’m not sure how to at the mo. This goes for ashenrom too; I’m interested in exploring those dynamics, which is why I’m super excited that Vide/Riccin is imminent and there may be an auspisticism for Taz on the horizon.
I will always be in favor of more pale fluff, too! And not just piling and feelings-jamming and angsty soul-baring and the pale-honeymoon stuff, either (though I am a wreck for that, as mentioned, I will DIE), but pale couples out and about, doing plot-relevant things, while generally helping each other function better.
But like… also. I really want Vide to have more friends who are 100% not into her romantically and never will be. Several of her past “friends” have turned out only to be interested in her due to having a crush on her, whether pale or flushed, and she feels pressured and anxious when she can’t reciprocate those feelings. It’d be really nice for her to have a circle of supportive people who don’t want anything from her but platonic friendship! Friends who can joke and gossip with her, go shopping with her, shut her down when she gets Weirdly Pale, whatever. Just normal platonic stuff, in a variety of dynamics!
I also want Genuine Friends for Taz, and horrible musician or historian friends for Weeds (and Genuine Quadrants for both), but they’re better set up for friendship than Vide is at the moment.
OH ALSO I would love to backplot ex-quads for Weeds, and maybe a few for Taz – she’s dated around a bit, he’s flirted-and-jilted his way through most of the music scene, the history scene, and the obscure-translations scene, both of them should have exes of varying levels of amicability out there.
Second part of the question was also interesting, answered below.
We’re going to say that “available” means “not actively dating someone right now,” even if that quad has been plotted, so Vide♥♦ and Taz♥ are currently unavailable. Also, keep in mind that these are what I think would be best, off the top of my head, not accounting for what my trolls could offer (as opposed to what they need) -- so they’re obviously allowed lots of wiggle-room
Vide:
♣: Definitely someone who would take the quadrant pretty seriously and let her meddle at full capacity: someone who’s willing to spend a lot of time with her, since Vide gets horribly domestic with all her quads. But also someone who will meddle back and help her out with her blackrom woes! Vide’s very bad at blackrom and she could use someone to help her loosen up and release her inner bratty side. I guess I’m looking for a sort of teasing-but-affectionate, almost sibling-like relationship here?
♠: The thing about Vide is that she has some very specific blackrom issues springing from… not really knowing what it is or how it works? So ideally, she’d date someone who could go slow with her and maybe even be a bit domestic -- as I said above, Vide gets very strongly attached to all her quadrants. They’d also have to cool it on the violence aspect of the relationship, putting more emphasis on verbal arguments or passive aggression and pranks. Not that Vide wouldn’t want to physically fight them (because she would) or that she wouldn’t do well with someone who would push her to be stronger (again, she really would!), but a super-intense, hate-makeouts-with-lots-of-teeth-every-five-minutes kind of relationship would be likely to scare her off -- or scare her into flipping pale. She has to be able to win sometimes! And physical fights with people are not something she feels she can win at.
Taz:
♦: I’d say, someone relatively calm and rational, who can get her to simmer down when she’s anxious or angry and curb her more self-destructive tendencies without alienating her for them. That might need to come later, though; at this point she’s badly in need of someone to talk to without fear of rejection, honestly.
♣: Taz is pretty good at being (bluntly, aggressively) ashen anyway, from long practice with the gang. For someone to actually get in a relationship with her, there’d have to be some reciprocity -- helping her out with her Umetto troubles, mediating tense business meetings with other gangs, maybe even setting her up on dates. I actually haven’t thought about this relationship a whole lot, because Taz just plain doesn’t hateflirt much!
♠: Not Umetto. Ha, but really, she might do better with a rival gang leader or someone on the other side of the law -- or even someone not related to the smuggling business at all: the trouble with being pitch for Umetto is that Taz is not really a domestic kismesis, and she can’t compete with him the way she wants to in a blackrom without shooting herself in the foot. So a Jets vs Sharks or Javert vs Valjean relationship could be fun with this one! However, any relationship based on work has the potential to screw up her profits, and she’s Very Not Okay with that. Honestly, I think it’d be more interesting if her kismate didn’t even know she was a smuggler: they’re competing with her in sailing, or they’re a rival coffeeshop, or something like that. Taz’s life is pretty high-stakes and this might be a fun way to lower those stakes. (Okay, so maybe I just want escalating coffeeshop wars, don’t judge)
Widsth (a.k.a DATE SOMEONE ALREADY): With nearly all of his quadrants, there really needs to be a friendship there first in order to give the romantic relationship staying power. Because his definition of “attractive” is so broad, because he’s like 25% in some kind of love with all of his friends anyway, it could pretty much be anyone! But this is about my ideal dynamics, so, hm.
♥: I kind of want him to date a lowblood! Particularly in this quadrant, since Widsth all but worships his matesprits, and I’d like him to end up with someone whose existence forces him to confront both his casteist beliefs and his weird courtly-love expectations of redrom, with its ideal of an unattainable, remote highblood beauty for a matesprit. Additionally, they’d need to have some common ground interest-wise (in music or history or adventure or storytelling) and be able to keep up with him on his travels, for his interest not to wane as it has in the past. So: someone unpretentious but with an active interest in being involved in his life, and either someone who will travel with him, or someone who he’d be in love with enough to keep coming back for – but the latter is very unlikely.
♦: You gotta find the fine balance between loving Widsth for the dramatic, extravagant nerd he is without trying to stifle him and not letting him jump off a cliff because he and Riccin think it’s funny. Weeds is not emotionally in distress very often, but he is very bad at coping with it when he is, and also very bad at not doing distressing things like cliff jumping or making out with a stranger in the bathroom of a bar for an hour on the off chance that they might be serendipitous. He desperately needs to be reigned in -- just not smothered.
♣: If we’re going for Mirk-Brand Meddling Auspisticism™, this might be the person to smack him upside the head when he starts flirting with inappropriate people again, or possibly make apologies to the people he flirts with. Of all his quadrants, this is the one with the most leeway for difference in interests: you don’t have to be into music/history/melodrama to get ashen with Weeds, you just have to be able to put up with him and bat him away from bad decisions once in a while, maybe be that cold splash of reality on his rosy-eyed romanticism
♠: There has to be real competition here, so a musician would honestly probably be best? Or someone with lots of history knowledge, anyone he could have a meaningful contest of skills with. They’d have to be genuinely skilled and able to keep up with him, so that he could respect them while still wanting to beat them this time for sure!!! I don’t imagine they’d get into physical fights very often! Sometimes, yeah, but at his heart, Widsth is not a fighter, he’s a bard. Might be fun for this one to be a lowblood too, but I don’t actually care about caste or gender!
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(1/2) Related to your recent post: I swear, sometimes I feel like Kubo must often be thinking of an earlier version of YOI that was much more focused on the Yuri/Yuuri rivalry, a version we never saw, because she always focuses *so much* on their relationship in interviews, and how they constantly fuel and drive and feed off of each other, and seems to especially talk about Yuuri practically being fixated on some kind of strange 'sometimes friends sometimes rivals' intense connection there...
(2/2) and I’m always just like ??? Literally where was that on screen?! We saw *none* of that, Yuuri hardly gives any thought to Yuri over the course of the show at all- even Yuuri and Victor’s VAs responded to a question about what their chars. think of Yuri with something like ‘I don’t think they really think about him much at all to be honest’. It’s just such a weird dissonance between how she talks about the connection between Yuri and Yuuri, and how they were portrayed in the show
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Seriously though, you’re so right, anon. And so is @angryfishtrap with what they say here.
This dissonance is part of a series of oddities in Kubo’s interviews and how she talks about canon. Sometimes it feels like she’s describing a completely different series, and it’s particularly apparent when she’s talking about Yurio.
Contrast how Sayo conceptualized YOI from the very beginning (as far back as 2010) to be about the bond between a Japanese skater and a foreign coach, with how Kubo seems much more focused in the (in canon one-sided) rivalry between Yurio and Yuuri and how she keeps dismissing the importance of Victuuri moments.
And it’s not simply that Sayo had just this vague concept by the time she met Kubo. Kubo herself said that Yuuri and Victor’s concepts (roles in the story and personalities) had already been created before she came into the project. They were the whole starting point. On the other hand, Kubo created Yurio. It’s not that much of a stretch to say she would be particularly attached to him.
“(…)But after our first overseas research trip, the very first character I came up with was Yurio. Now that I think about it, the influence of anime from the latter half of the 1980’s pulsates strongly within me. Since that time, I’ve kind of liked brazen/cheeky characters with blond hair and blue eyes. So, since I was getting my hands into an anime original, I felt that I might as well go back to my roots and revive the characters I loved back then… In some ways, Yurio was born from entities that had become like my own flesh and blood, so he was very easy to write.” (x)
Kubo also keeps drawing attention to the Yuuri-Yurio rivalry and talking about it like it was the core relationship of the series when that’s really not what was shown on-screen. I’m reminded of when Yuri on Ice was first announced, it was said to be “the story of the two Yuris”, so much so that people interpreted the title to be about the both of them. But watching the series, not only is the title theory proven wrong in episode 4, but you quickly understand that Yuuri is the protagonist (even with Yurio + Victor being main characters too), and while Yurio is important and they do influence each other, Yurio is much more focused on Yuuri than vice-versa. Consider how Yuuri reacts in episode 4 when Yuko is giving him updated on Yurio.
He’s barely interested. And it’s not like he doesn’t care about Yurio - he clearly does - it’s just that, well Yuuri has more things going on in his life to worry about than his self-proclaimed 15 year old rival. According to Kubo though, he shouldn’t have.
To me, these two quotes from Kubo say everything about her view on this (x):
“I had a hard time drawing the relationship between Yuuri and Yurio. Especially Yurio, I think he’s easy to grasp as a character and I was sure he would become popular, but for the same reason it was difficult to make him unpredictable. I wanted to depict him and Yuuri as rivals, however figure skating is mostly a battle against yourself, a sport where you fight to pursue your personal best, and after their direct confrontation in episode 3 they also become physically separated, so I was careful about the balance when making them think of each other.”
“(…)It was for the purpose of reinforcing the fated connection between Yuuri and Yurio, and to consequently cause the viewers to want to cheer on Yuuri in the Grand Prix Final. However, at the same time the bond between Yuuri and Victor became deeper and deeper, and as I couldn’t really find enough place to put the spotlight on the rivarly with Yurio eventually Yurio stopped moving inside my storyboard, to my surprise. In that sense, I had to struggle to depict Yuuri and Yurio’s relationship until the end.”
“Fated connection” is really not something that was there in canon. At all. But Kubo seems to think this was a thing, and she says she struggled to keep depicting it until the very end. She really wanted them to be rivals, but it really wasn’t happening in canon. Yurio thought it was, but he’s 15 and angry and hurt over Victor leaving and doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions. But Yuuri? Yuuri is fighting himself and people’s expectations of him. And even for Yurio, later we have characters like JJ and Otabek that do a much better job at being a rival to him than Yuuri ever did.
It’s very interesting to think about the Victor part though because yeah, even in canon, Victor is constantly overshadowing Yurio when it comes to what Yuuri is thinking about. Meanwhile, Yurio is very much focused on Yuuri (and Victor). Let’s look at episode 4 again. When the assignments are out for the Grand Prix events, Yurio doesn’t ask for his own, he asks for Yuuri’s.
Yuuri meanwhile? Doesn’t ask about Yurio at all. He does think about him briefly when learning they will face-off in Russia…then immediatly focuses his attention on Victor.
And then you have Kubo saying things like this
“I wanted viewers to remember “Hasetsu” as a place where Yuuri and Yurio could spend some carefree time” (x)
“I believe that, beside Victor, Yurio’s existence was also important in strengthening Yuuri’s feelings that he couldn’t end like that” (x)
“From Yuuri’s point of view it looks like Yurio suddenly has this new friend Otabek, and I think that he’d probably get really frustrated realizing that even if he’s not on the rink anymore Yurio will still be able to make other friends and rivals. Halfway through the story I often thought “Katsuki-san, aren’t you disregarding Yurio a bit too much?” (LOL)” (x)
So yes, it really feels like Kubo was much more interested in the Yuuri-Yurio dynamic and in Yurio overall.
I’m still 100% convinced that episode 12 was changed from what it was originally supposed to be. We can’t really know how those changes came about and why. But considering Sayo is a very busy person, considering Kubo has said she struggled with episode 12 the most to get scenes “right”, and considering episode 12 has that ridiculous sudden focus on the Yuuri-Yurio relationship to the point where it becomes the driving forces for Yuuri to decide to keep skating (contradicting Yuuri’s entire monologue during his FS btw), and everything Kubo has ever said in interviews about Yurio and the Yuuri-Yurio relationship…she was probably heavily involved in that episode, yes.
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Okay. Here are some shipper questions. Answer 1, 3, 8, 20, 23, 40.
Yesss. Thank you, Anon. Here we go!
1) Talk about the first ship you ever had.
The first ship I ever had…geez. I’m gonna go with TV shows, since I’ve obvs watched movies since I was verrrry small and likely just shipped the main couple. So, the earliest TV show I can remember watching & hardcore loving the couple was prob Lucy & Kevin from 7th Heaven. I watched that show for YEARS and Lucy was always my fav char. A little high maintenance for sure, but still adorable. When policeman (I think?) Kevin came around and took an interest in her enthusiastic self, I was overjoyed. We saw them date, get married, have kids. THE DREAM.
3) What’s your current OTP?
Uh…Barry & Iris from The Flash. Duh. lol. I have various OTPs from different shows, but currently westallen most definitely tops the list. ;)
8) Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?
Hmmm…I don’t think so? Because usually that would mean splitting a ship I love and I would never want that. However - oh, wait, I think the closest I got was Henry in the movie, Red Riding Hood. I loved him, and I hardcore shipped him with Valerie, but alas, her one true love was Peter. I’d take Henry though. He’s hot, a total sweetheart, and willing to put his neck on the line for the girl he loves even though she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. What girl wouldn’t want that?
20) Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping.
Alright, I’m going to take this “question” to mean a couple I hardcore love that I’ve had yet to meet another shipper for. There are some that I’ve found a small following for, but only one off the top of my head that I never found anyone for. And that would be Ivy & Max from Gossip Girl. Both guest stars and very few people warmed up to Ivy, but I loved this pairing so much. I honestly would’ve been on cloud nine if her departure from the show had ended in her reconciling with Max. They were so sweet together before NYC & the fantasy of a UES family went to her head. (Not to mention it would’ve been a million times better than the way she actually left.)
23) Which of your ships deserve better writing?
Lmao. All of them? I feel like no ship can always have really solid writing. At some point the writers slack off or think a genius idea is a stupid one or do something just for the sake of drama. Like…no? Plz, God, no. STOP IT. But…prob the ship with the worst writing throughout its arc has to be Damon & Elena from The Vampire Diaries. They had some of the best build-up I’ve ever seen, but season 5 was a disaster. Season 6 was beautiful and I’m glad they ended up together (even if we seriously deserved a better onscreen reunion), but so much crap was thrown at them in season 5 that was never ever really dealt with, and I just…*whines* Yeah, them.
40) If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be?
Sticking with Barry & Iris, since they’re my biggest OTP at the moment. I would change…*hmms* I would give them more domestic scenes. We’ve gotten a look into what a “normal” life with them would look like, and I’m greedy for more. Also, at least one sex scene please. I crave it. BUT, if this is speaking strictly about their development and dynamic - and NOT just what I wish we saw more of onscreen - ugggh, I can’t think of anything. Lmao. I mean, I wish we saw more of Barry comforting Iris and not just her comforting him, but I refuse to believe he’s a sucky boyfriend in that department. I firmly believe we just don’t see it.
I guess I would take back the whole 3x15-3x16 angst + break up, even if it did end in a marvelous true love’s kiss followed by an epic solo by Barry Allen, the most genuinely romantic guy alive. Oh! I know! (lmao, this is so long, but I refuse to delete any of it.) I wish Barry had told Iris he was The Flash earlier on. That was honestly the most frustrating thing EVER. Oh, and that their 2x23 ILYs + kiss hadn’t been erased. *cries* Def that second one. So two things. Two things is fine. I can’t choose between them.
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