#they also show up do something important then fuck off for 300 chapters
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One piece fans are great cause no matter who you are, where you come from, what your age, gender, sexuality, socioeconomic status is, 1 of these 4 middle aged men will inevitably become your blorbo. Margaritaville uncle, big titty mob boss, morticia addams, or assigned clown from birth. They're all hot, homeless and obsessed with a teenage boy. The world's worst polycule. Choose wisely.
#one piece#sir crocodile#shanks#buggy the clown#dracule mihawk#one piece meme#they also show up do something important then fuck off for 300 chapters#its mihawk for me. shanks is close second. this is why i ship mishanks#doesnt mean you dont worship straw hats or supernovas just that one of these guys in particular will scratch your brain#editing the tags to clarify: you can have them all but I know one in particular is your ride or die feral obsession
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I kinda wonder, what could bakugou do (hori write bakugou to do) to make him less popular with the "anti" crowd. Like He was a horrid child no doubt and people who try to put blame on Deku or lessen the terrible shit bakugou did aren't great. But as we don't rly see it, we have to assume bakugous behaviour wasn't stopped, we only ever saw his mum "punishing" him when he was being rude after getting kiddnapped. Nothing will excuse what bakugou did, but he has stopped? He's overall a harsh person but he's not harrassing and bullying people anymore, specifically not deku, he's trying to attone for what he did to deku and has now apologised for it. His behaviour was never viewed as justified or good in the series, he's a scary figure in middle school, we're not meant to like his behaviour, so the series itself hasn't justified his actions.
As someone who relate to both bakugou and deku more than I'd like to admit (never told someone to jump tho, that's fucked lol) so I can 100% understand not liking or even hating bakugou but as someone who's not 15 anymore, looking back I also made a lot of really shitty decisions and like bakugou have tried to make up for it, and like deku I was 'friends' with people who hurt me.
Is there anything he can do for the "antis" to just dislike him rather that be "anti"?
(I'm very sorry if you've talked about this somewhere, you can just tell me to look for it if you have, I'll continue to look for your posts on the subject)
Hey there, anon! I think I’ve spoken about this only tangentially and/or in my main Bakugo meta, which is too big for anyone sane to read. So yeah, let’s chat here!
For me personally—and that’s all I can ever do: speak personally. I think it’s important to keep in mind that there is no single solution to please the “anti” crowd. Each fan will be looking for something slightly different in Bakugo’s character, much of which might contradict what a “stan” is currently enjoying. Given how charged a character he is, I'm not sure it's possible to get the entire fandom to like him—what I’m looking for hinges on having a different reading of the story than you seem to. Meaning, I think the series does justify his behavior. Not in any overt, super obvious way like having all the characters go, “Wow, Bakugo! I sure do love how you threaten people all the time. That’s super cool and heroic!” Things are rarely that straightforward. Rather, it’s in a more subtle, but consistent manner that paints a rather conclusive picture across hundreds of chapters.
Simply put, Bakugo is continually rewarded for his actions. Or, if not outright rewarded, his actions are ignored in a way that implies silent acceptance. Characters may not always like what he does... but they're willing to let it slide because Bakugo's heroism was always treated as a given, not something he had to earn and prove.
With the ever necessary disclaimer that I’m not fully caught up yet, here’s a list of some of the things that stood out to me in the first half of the series:
Bakugo’s bullying made him the most popular kid in school.
Bakugo’s bullying was ignored by/outright supported by the teachers.
Bakugo’s bullying did not hinder him from getting into U.A., one of the most prestigious hero schools around.
Despite acting horribly throughout his time at U.A. too, this behavior was continually ignored by the teachers and other authority figures around him.
Bakugo’s struggle to realize that other people aren’t “trash” doesn’t hurt his achievements in any way. He still gets top scores, still wins the tournament, etc.
Bakugo’s behavior gets him special attention from All Might, the greatest hero and Bakugo’s personal idol.
His behavior doesn’t make others dislike him in any manner that’s taken seriously. Everybody is still willing to not just put up with Bakugo, but—in time—start treating his behavior as a quirk (no pun intended lol) that they’re secretly fond of, rather than something he should legitimately be striving to change. Kirishima is the most overt example of this.
This is compounded by his behavior constantly being framed as humorous. Much like with Mineta’s perverted actions, characters might superficially go, “No, that’s bad!” but the story never demands any significant development because then we’d lose the “joke” of Bakugo screaming in rage at the slightest inconvenience, threatening to murder someone over nothing, constantly belittling everyone around him in a “funny” manner, etc. When fans talk about development of a manga character as archetypal and extreme as Bakugo, most don’t really want to see significant change to his base personality. Because then that would result in someone who doesn’t look like the “real” Bakugo: someone nicer, more even-tempered, more mature, etc. But for those of us who were never drawn to that personality in the first place, the continued acceptance of his rude, egotistical, and violent behavior is discomforting. The easiest comparison I can draw is between this and Bakugo’s mother slapping him. That slap is meant to be another “joke”—we see it constantly in shonen anime, something "humorous" you shouldn’t take too seriously because haha, it's just an overprotective mother—but many fans do take it seriously, using it as the basis for a whole “Bakugo was abused and this explains his behavior” reading. Well, I take the “joke” of Bakugo’s threats and insults seriously, especially in a story that starts with something like telling Izuku to jump off the roof. In the same way that many fans want others to treat Bakugo’s mother as a serious topic that has had a negative influence on his development, I want the series to take Bakugo’s everyday actions seriously as a negative influence on… well, everyone around him. But it doesn’t. His base personality is grudgingly adored.
The above two points are seen most overtly in Izuku, who never wavers in his respect for Bakugo despite how Bakugo treats him. Not just prior to U.A., but during their training too. Izuku, as the protagonist, is the emotional heart of this tale, so when he talks about how inspiring Bakugo is, it encourages the reader to see his behavior as inspiring too. Rather than, as said, something that needs to change. Izuku's continued friendship with Bakugo, his adoration of him, and his acceptance of the way he's treated has severely warped how the entire story sees Bakugo's actions. After all, if #pure Izuku can see the good in Bakugo, why can't everyone else? He must not be that bad after all.
I could get into detailed analyses of all the above—like how Bakugo was the one comforted after attacking Izuku outside the dorms at night and how the messed up relationship he has with Izuku is upheld as something to nurture; how the remedial courses he had to take were made to be rather silly, thereby undermining their supposed importance to his development; how Bakugo’s kidnapping had nothing to do with his flaws, but much of the fandom uses it as a way to dismiss any appropriate consequences because, “Hasn’t he suffered enough?” etc.—but in the interest of keeping this within a readable length, I’ll leave it at that. The point is that Bakugo has always been privileged when it comes to his behavior, resulting in others either outright praising it, ignoring it, or demanding that he change a miniscule bit, which always keeps him far below the standards of both his peers and the expectations of a hero. Everyone in 1-A must learn to be even better than the good people they already are... Bakugo needs to learn that other people aren't dirt at the bottom of his shoes. It's never been a particularly impressive development when pit against the rest of the class. All of which can make something like an apology feel pretty hollow. Yes, he’s apologized and I say with all seriousness that that’s great! But how does that apology stack up against 300+ chapters of content? As Bakugo’s words highlight, he's been a really awful person up "until now": he was consumed by Izuku being “miles ahead of [him],” he “looked down on [him]” because he didn’t have a quirk, he “didn’t want to recognize that,” he “hated that,” “grew distant,” “tried to beat you down,” “opposed you and tried to show my superiority over you,” and ends it all with, “it probably doesn’t mean anything telling you all this” before finally getting to the “I’m sorry.” This is basically a laundry list of how horrible a person Bakugo has been for the entire series, with an acknowledgement that this apology is coming really, really late. This is the moment where I could START to like Bakugo, depending on how he acts form here on out, but that pivotal moment arrived after six years of content and in the final arc of the story. It’s too late. Bakugo needed this kind of self-reflection and positive action 250+ chapters ago so he could (hopefully) grow into a better person across the story, not at the story's end. What we got instead is 322 chapters of him being a really horrible person, but the story going out of its way to excuse or even praise that behavior the majority of the time.
As a quick comparison to end on, I think what Bakugo needed was what Soo Jin got in True Beauty. You don’t need to have seen the drama to follow along. The tl;dr is that she has a lot of the core qualities of Bakugo: an all-consuming drive to win that was created due to abusive parents with high expectations, resulting in her bullying a peer to a pretty horrific extent. The difference between them is how the story frames their actions. When Soo Jin becomes the bully she loses everything. Rather than succeeding academically, her grades plummet, making it clear that this anxiety and self-doubt (things the fandom keeps insisting Bakugo is struggling with, but that rarely ever show up in the text) is actually impacting her day-to-day life. Her best friend drops her because she’s not going to support her choices. The boy she likes rejects her. She’s eventually forced to start over somewhere new - which importantly separates her from the girl she was bullying - and get some distance from her parents, resulting in the growth needed to become a healthier, happier, good person again. So when Soo Jin apologizes to the girl she hurt, it feels earned. The story continually recognized how horrific her actions were and put her into a place where she either had to change, or continue losing at everything else that was important to her. Bakugo? Bakugo doesn’t lose. Oh, he claims he does because he’s comparing himself to Izuku constantly, but that’s just him thinking in extremes. He still wins academically. Still wins many battles. Still wins at having friends. Still wins by maintaining the prestige of being a U.A. student. Still wins by getting All Might’s attention. Still wins by receiving Izuku’s respect and an agreement to maintain this rivalry that Bakugo is so obsessed with. Bakugo comes out well 99% of the time, he just thinks he's "lost" because he can't stand not being the absolute best.
For me, the story needed to have Bakugo face consequences for his behavior, not receive rewards and/or have others ignore it, and that revelation/apology needed to come way, way sooner. For me the issue is not a specific action that Horikoshi can have Bakugo do in the next chapter and them bam, I like him now. The problem is Bakugo’s entire concept, how he’s received by the entire cast, and his run across this entire series. "Entire" is the key word there. Which is why the “But he’s apologized. What more do you antis want?” reactions don’t sit well. What we wanted is a better written redemption arc across those 300+ chapters, not a single scene that’s meant to have us forget all the other problems inherent in the story. At this point it’s a far more complicated situation than, “Bakugo just needs to do X, Y, and Z and then we’re golden.” At the end of the day, Horikoshi failed to make me like him as a person and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to change Bakugo enough to make him likable to me. Bakugo was never the sort of character I’d be inclined towards without a serious, nuanced redemption arc, but sadly, a core, crucial part of that redemption arc took six years to arrive. At this point there’s no way to change the problems in Bakugo’s writing for that huge chunk of the series and not enough time left in the series, it seems, to do the work we should have seen across the entire run. Honestly, idk if the Bakugo we'll get going forward is someone I can just dislike as opposed to being really uncomfortable with, but my money is on there being too little story left and too much investment in upholding Bakugo's base personality for that to happen. I could absolutely be proven wrong! But I think the problems are structural and needed to be better dealt with from page one, not hastily patched over in the final hour.
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Millie’s Massive Fic Rec Post
To celebrate 700 followers I’m showing all the love, people. What you’ll find here are fics that were sent to me who I agree deserve a bit more love as well as fics I’ve read and adored. They’re split into characters so all you need to do is scroll to find your fave and bask in its glory. There is some swearing but it’s only because it’s the only way I know how to express my feelings. This is also my thank you to each of the authors involved for taking the time out of their day to write these fics for free. There are also some authors I know I’ve forgotten and I am so so sorry if I have, I promise you it wasn't intentional, I love you all very much.
As always, I love and appreciate you all. Let’s get started on this ridiculously long post!!
Harry Potter:
Don’t Walk Away - @kalimagik - THE ANGST. I was on the edge of my seat through it all; I knew what was coming but did I look away? No. I was completely sucked it and that ending... oh my god, I was broken. If you’re looking for an incredibly written piece of angst that has you in tears, then this is the fic.
Dandelions - @lupins-sweater - The first post of A Very Harry Potter Summer and it was kicked off so brilliantly!! This fic had me wishing for my very own Harry to take morning walks with. It’s so wonderful; it has you wanting a summery morning and dandelions to make wishes on.
Always You - @bl597 - inspired by Louis Tomlinson’s song Always You, so I was already sold on that front. It’s an angst piece - Harry pining from afar, regretting his decisions but with a happy ending. I love that it's written from his perspective, that he realises what he’s done. I really do love this fic, and I aim to work my way through her masterlist!
The Truth Behind The Kiss - @justauthoring - the anticipation from the first sentence, I was on the edge of my seat. I loved every single word of this fic, it’s written so well. I just, I need you all to read this fic bc it is SO GOOD. Harry, Triwizard tournament, feelings, fluff - it has it all.
For how long? - @siriusly-addicted-to-writing - It seems for Harry fics I am drawn to angst even though I write nothing but fluff for him. This fic is no different. Dani, this fic is wonderful, I love it. You capture the angst brilliantly! Go read this everyone!
Ron Weasley:
“can we pretend I never said that?” - @hello-everyfandom - I love this so much! Ron calling himself ‘the snog master’ had me snorting out loud - it’s great. And then the dialogue continues to be brilliant. I really enjoyed this fic! Ron needs more attention people!!
Crossing Lines - @kalimagik - ADORABLE. CUTE. WONDERFUL. Oh, Ron. Everything about this fic is marvellous. The relationship between Ron and the reader, the realisation, the meddling. It was perfect, so so perfect.
birthday - @lupinsdarling - FLUFFY AND CHAOTIC AND I LOVE IT. Why oh why doesn't Ron get more love? Why doesn't this fic have more attention? It’s so fluffy and Ron is so bloody cute that my heart physically hurt while reading this. It hurt because it was so PURE.
Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley:
Girls in one room - @eleven-times-lively - Hermione x Reader - oh my god I snorted at Ron, I love it. And the fluff? There’s so much fluff, I can't deal with the fluff. If you’re going to read a Hermione fic, read this one!
just as lovely - @vanillann - this is so pure! it’s so wonderful, and the relationship between Hermione and the reader is so cute!
Hug ur friends drabble - @firewhisky-kisses - Ginny x Reader - it’s the cutest thing I’ve read, oh my god, is it cute! I love everything about this, Steph is so talented! But I go into that further down.
Neville Longbottom:
Never the Bride - @obsessedwithrandomthings - Dee’s fic reads as a rom com, it’s so brilliantly done. By the time you're at the end, you feel as if you’ve just watched a two hour rom com and need to squeal into your pillow because of the feels. I love this fic.
Moonlight Swim - @kalimagik - Neville. Oh, Neville. This fic stole my heart and it won't give me it back. The idea of a moonlight swim with Neville? Here for it. And the confession? *chefs kiss* incredible.
Healing - @firewhisky-kisses - I cannot put into words how much I loved this fic,. Steph is just so incredibly talented and writes Neville so wonderfully. Healing is the first fic of two and that second part had me in happy tears because Neville deserves the world. I go back and reread this a lot when I need to boost my emotions, so thank you for this Steph.
Good News - @peachesandpinks - Let me explain something here, Ron repeatedly and without fail hypes up fic writers to the point where she makes me cry happy tears at her comments. Her writing (and I'm going to swear now) is fucking brilliant. I love it, I adore it. Ren has a way with words that I only hope to master. This fic? Marvellous, magnificent, wonderful - pick a synonym and go wild. It’s so sweet and wholesome - what more could you possibly want other than to be on her taglist?
Tally Marks - @obsessedwithrandomthings NEVILLE WITH TATTOOS PEOPLE! NEVILLE! WITH! TATTOOS! Do I need to say anymore? Yes? Okay. Dee is a fantastic writer but she writes Neville perfectly. We have had many conversations about her love for Neville and her love for him shines through in this fic. She writes with such care and I love reading everything.
Draco Malfoy:
The Purist - @mxl-foy - This series is so good. Like, so good, that if it was a physical book, it would be sat on my shelves. I would religiously check her account every time I came onto Tumblr to see if a new chapter was posted, and if there was, you best believe there was a happy dance. It’s so incredibly thought out and plotted. And there’s going to be a part two! It’s so great!
Notes - @malfoys-demigod - This is so sweet! I live for fluffy Draco as you all know if you read my Draco fics, but I adore reading fluffy Draco as well. This fic is so adorable, I love it!
Always so Cold - @teheharrypotter - Five times Draco gave you his sweater and the one time you accepted. I love these sort of fics, they’re my indulgence fics. Jealous!Draco is one of my favourite things to read as well. and he’s so dramatic. I couldn't ask for more in a fic, definitely one of my favourites.
the distance between us - @sdicapriox - This is a genius idea. I love this idea, and I love how it was executed. Almost 10k words of brilliance. I love the reader and her first letter to Draco and her entire personality - fish funeral? genius. I really like how you portray Draco and the effort you put into his internal monologue, it really is something excellent. The ending as well, I won't spoil, I just urge people to read this.
Heartbreak - @slytherinprincess03 - you have to have a little bit of angst in a Draco fic rec right? This fic has it but the ending is perfect and fluffy, gah! I love it!. Not to mention, Draco is such a gentlemen in it. I can't wait to see what else you write, lovely!!
Hardly A Date - @fanficflaneuse - I love this fic. I love it so much. I tend not to read sibling!reader but I adored this. The relationship between Harry and the reader, and then Draco and the reader. It’s amazing. I could rant for hours and hours about how much I love her work - her series are out of this world and she captures Draco’s character perfectly.
George Weasley:
Red with Rage - @kalimagik - AGH ANOTHER OF MAGGIE’S FICS. The prank? Genius, and that end line - incredible. Her characterisation of the twins is so good, I love reading her fics. She deserves more than 300 followers! So if you don’t already follow her, go now!
When Everything Changes - @strawberriesonsummer - Based on the song Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. This is so pure, it’s so fluffy. George is adorable in this! I can't wait to read what else you write for George!
Come back to you - @dreamer821 - JJ, JJ, JJ. Ugh, this fic is a work of art and George is so bloody caring. I mention this a lot but the relationship between George and the reader is so important to get right and JJ does it flawlessly. My heart hurts for this fic and that last line, LOVE IT. I live for how JJ writes George, I could read her work all day. GO READ HER STUFF, YOU WON’T REGRET IT.
Fred Weasley:
The Right Bird - @dreamer821 - I’m not only just involving this because it was used in my writing challenge but oh my days, it is so wonderful. The relationship between Fred and the reader is just *chefs kiss* perfect. JJ has such a way with words and I just love how she depicts Fred.
Lost, are we? - @prongsies - I think I’m going to make my way through your masterlist because I loved this so much. The teasing was so cute, and Fred helping her at the beginning? Ahhhhh brilliant.
Watermelon Sugar - @prongsies - COMPLETING THE FINEST SERVICE TO THE HP FANDOM AND WRITING FICS INSPIRED BY FINE LINE - I SALUTE YOU. This is so good, so so good. The references to the song are used so well and that little bit of fluff at the end? Amazing. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put the song on repeat now...
Percy Weasley:
Nothing We Can’t Forgive - @firewhisky-kisses - This series really does showcase Steph’s talent. She’s an incredible writer and this fic deserves all the attention it can possibly get. It’s the first Percy fic I’ve ever read and I’m already planning a reread. Steph captures Percy’s character flawlessly whilst also depicting his healing in a manner that is so relatable. I’ve linked the masterlist because once you start reading, you won't want to stop.
Sight is Relative - @hufflefluff-writer - This fic has a blind reader which I think makes it all the more beautiful. Amelia’s characterisation of Percy really is wonder, she captures him brilliantly. The fic after they eat is quite literally breathtaking. The description of colours, the dialogue - it’s fantastic.
Hufflepuff!Reader Headcanons - @soft-nerdy-wolf - I loved this from the beginning where the reader was already helping Percy out of his comfort zone by disregarding curfew. Then the further, I read, I loved more and more because of how fluffy it is! And the confession? So so sweet! This needs more attention!
Bill Weasley:
Estrellita - @fanficflaneuse and @hufflefluff-writer - It is a fic inspired by the Sound of Music, what more could you possibly want? It’s so delicate and incredibly written by two extremely talented writers. The relationship between Bill and the reader = adorable. The whole series is so fantastic, I’ve linked part one and you’ll find the rest on Amelia’s masterlist, which you’ll need because you’ll be reading the entire thing in one sitting, I swear.
Charlie Weasley:
As Family the First Time - @kalimagik - you’ll have noticed that Maggie features a lot here but that’s because she is so damned talented that I adore most of her fics. The first Charlie Weasley fic I read and I fell in love. It’s just so fluffy and humorous with features from the whole Weasley family. Basically, by the end of it I was ready to raise dragons in Romania with a certain Weasley.
Meeting the Weasleys - @soft-nerdy-wolf - This made smile all sorts of stupid. From the beginning, I wanted to own Hepaestus (the perfect name for a dragon in my opinion - Zeus’ own forger, amazing.) And the fluff with Charlie straight after? I love, love, love it as well as the fun relationship they have. And the pranks with Fred and George? Ah! I just love.
Dragons blurb - @hufflefluff-writer - I know it’s only a blurb but oh my god, I loved it, I love it. Jealous!Charlie and a buttload of fluff - the best to boost your mood.
Cedric Diggory:
A Ghost Story - @wondernimbus - So beautifully haunting. Ysa has a way with words that make you feel as if you're physically there, living the fic alongside the characters. There aren't really any words to describe how talented Ysa is - all I can do is urge to read her masterlist and discover for yourself.
My Boys - @potterverseimagine - Cedric and dogs - I am in love. This fic is so sweet and pure and playful. Playful Cedric is so great omg and this fic is full to the brim with it. I just... ah I love this so much. AND HE’S ALIVE. I LOVE FICS WHERE HE’S ALIVE. Thank you for this!!
It’s a Date - @angelinathebook - Lena, this is so good. You need to write more Cedric! Ah, I hate those boys so much but I love Cedric!! This is so good! Cedric needs more love 100% - if you haven't read this already, you need to read it now!!
Sirius Black:
Lost Time - @obsessedwithrandomthings - Reader standing up for who she loves against Bellatrix? Yes, we love that. Slow burn romance with Sirius? I love that even more. Dee never fails to astound me when she writes Sirius, and I know she won’t fail to astound you too. Seriously (lol), go through Dee’s masterlist, read her works, you won't regret it. She’s the loveliest.
Our Godson - @nebulablakemurphy - Christina is so talented. The letters!!! Are so good!!! AND WHEN THEY FINALLY MEET? My heart! Christina, it's as if you broke it and then rebuilt it again all in the span of 2.8k words especially with that ending. I love this fic, and you will love this fic.
Curiosity - @siriusly-the-best-gryffindor - I don’t know what else to say that I haven't already said in my reblog but I love this fic. I am heavily pierced and heavily tattooed and I love seeing a reader as the same. I love all of this fic, it 100% needs more love!
The Jimmy Jab Games - @im-a-writer-right - A Sirius fic inspired by Brooklyn-99. I loved every single chapter, it made me so happy. And that final chapter, I was smiling like a fool throughout. Sirius is a dream through this, and that bet? I love! I’ve linked the masterlist because you won’t want to move as you read.
Secrets and fears - @firewhisky-kisses - Steph does it again with the masterpieces. Honestly, I squeal a little whenever I see her in my notifications with a new fic because everything she writes is stellar, and this is no exception. If you’re going to read anything tonight, let it be her masterlist. If you haven't read her latest Sirius piece as well, you are sorely missing out.
Remus Lupin:
Protect - @obsessedwithrandomthings - Oh man, this one hurt. There are so many feels to this fic, so many layers. The enemies to lovers? Amazing. That ending as well - so fucking good. Like everything Dee writes, so fucking good.
Sleeping Beauty - @poppin-potter - This is adorable. There’s no other words for it. The relationship between the reader and Remus is so cute, I was smiling all the way through it. Not to mention the relationship between the reader and the Marauders, so bloody good. And that ending? It was so peaceful, like I was reading and I was like yeah, I would’t mind a piece of that.
Pain of reality - @heloisedaphnebrightmore - I had to involve some Remus angst, and oh my word. You smashed my heart into pieces in the beginning and had put it back together by the end. Heloise is an incredible writer, so so talented. This is a Remus fic you cannot miss out on!
Bruise and Scars - @peachesandpinks - Soulmate AU and Marauders Era Remus. What more could you possibly want? It’s poetic. If you look to my Neville section, you’ll see why I love Ren’s writing so much but let me tell you, I am a SUCKER for Remus. Always have been, always will be. You will not regret reading this fic or any of Ren’s fics.
Nights like These - @teheharrypotter - another fic in A Very Harry Potter Summer and the description in this fic is so good! The way the summer night described has you feeling every moment of it. And the conversation between Remus and the reader is so beautiful, where they touch upon their grief. It’s a wonderfully written piece of work.
James Potter:
Numb Love - @heloisedaphnebrightmore - Unrequited love is like my guilty pleasure because I love the angst of it, and this fic. Oh this fic, it destroyed me and I loved every single minute of it. How this fic doesn't have more notes, I have no clue. It’s a masterpiece of emotions.
Reading between the lines - @approved-by-dentists - ohhh this fic is great, I love the flirtation between the reader and James in the beginning all the way to end. It was one of the first James fics I read (I’m late to the party, I’m well aware) and omg I love it. Just go read the fic!
Book-thief - @wondernimbus - I’m going to repeat my words from earlier, there are no words to describe Ysa’s talent. James Potter and a bookshop and I was sold. She captures his character so brilliantly. Just... go binge her work.
Summer revelations - @pregnant-piggy - I keep saying this about all the fics I put on here but I love this fic! I love it! First, I love James. Second, I need those muffins - seriously, where can I get these muffins? And their realisations and confessions! It’s such a pure fic, I’m absolutely in love with your portrayal of James.
Newt Scamander:
Cheeky Niffler - @eleven-times-lively - reader is an archaeologist - from that moment, I was sold. I loved reading this, I loved the idea and I love Niffler as it is! I always need more Newt in my life and this is perfect.
Online Love - @strawberriesonsummer - Modern AU! I really loved this idea, I love the idea of Newt with a phone and ringing the wrong number. It’s such a wonderful fic, I haven't read Newt in so long so this was such a lovely one to read! I can’t wait to read what other Newt fics are posted!
desire - @blisfvll - I am a huge fan of their works; their Draco fics are incredible and their Newt fics are just the same. This had me feeling all sorts of emotions, and I loved every second of it.
You stared Newt right in the eyes. - @fantasticnewtimagines - I didn't know what the title to this was so I just type out the first sentence, I hope you don't mind! This is a delicious piece of angst with a lovely, happy ending. I adore this piece so much because it conveys so much. I love it!!
MARVEL:
I want to take a moment to appeal to the followers of mine who also enjoy reading marvel. @shaynawrites23 has started to write some marvel fics and even entered my writing challenge and her fics definitely deserve some attention! She’s a wonderful writer and her fics are so cute! If you’re a fan of Bucky, you’ll love these fics!
Catty
Soulmate
Rosy Proposal
#millies fic rec post#fic rec#fic recs#harry potter fic recs#harry potter fic rec#harry potter fanfiction#fantastic beasts fanfiction#the marauders era#the lightning era#the golden trio#harry potter x reader#ron weasley x reader#hermione granger x reader#ginny weasley x reader#sirius black x reader#draco malfoy x reader#neville longbottom x reader#newt scamander x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#charlie weasley x reader#bill weasley x reader#cedric diggory x reader#bucky barnes x reader
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It’s been a while...
“I really hate when people start time travel Kakasaku fanfictions and never finish them. I’m going to write a time travel KakaSaku fanfiction and show these people how it’s done!”
And then I did. It is called “The Misadventures of Kakashi and the Girl from Nowhere.”
And I abandoned it.
Until now.
Over the last *ahem* 8 years I have thought of it often. I have even gone back to it, told myself “I’m going to do it, I’m going to finish it!” Three times I have gone back and updated a chapter or two, revised and edited. And then I would abandon it again. I kind of stopped writing because I told myself I need to finish Misadventures before I start anything else. (Life also took over and I didn’t want to write anymore/didn’t have any motivation).
But I always wanted to finish Misadventures. I knew how I always wanted it to end. The last few chapters were written shortly after I started. Odd and end major plot points written out and labeled, but the inbetweens were never done. I didn��t want to half ass it and give it the time it needed to flush out and become the story that it deserved to be.
So I have.
And I finished it.
Officially, it’s done. 77 (or so) chapters, over 300 pages. It needs to be revised, spelling and grammar, make sure it’s cohesive in all parts, but it’s done. I think that what’s most important about this story is that it’s something that I’m proud of for myself. I kept getting stuck in this idea I have to finish it for ‘others’ (whoever those faceless people are) and I forgot that I started it for myself and I needed to end it for myself.
It didn’t quite end the way I planned, but, I suppose, when you take 10 years to write a story, no one is the same as they were before, even the characters on the page.
During my revision I had to make a decision. When parts of this story were written, the fucking manga wasn’t done. Continuity was off and I had to decide if I wanted to follow the manga or not.
I said fuck it. I tore the story apart and rebuilt it.
Ultimately, the story wasn’t written particularly well. Lots of errors and some of the sentences were unclear or missing words. I do think that it’s a lot better now. and after I finish this last revision, I think it will only be stronger.
I am quite happy with it.
The ‘story’ is the same. A strange woman named Sakura crashing into young Kakashi’s life, but how we get there has changed. Even the first chapter has been greatly altered twice since this major revision I’ve been working on for the last three months. I have even contemplating changing the title, but I’ve grown so attached to the title and what it means to me, and what this story means to me I feel like I have to keep it the same. Though it’s a little more dramatic than what a story called “Misadventures” should be. But again, it does take place in Kakashi’s dramatic past.
Like I said, the story is complete, but I won’t post anything until the final revision is done. I’m about 10% done with the final revision, but I’m hoping to start uploading it to AO3 in the next month (or less).
It’s funny to think about it since when I first started writing this story AO3 might not have even existed.
I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with the FF.net version. I don’t know if I should replace what’s there or remove it and just start fresh. I thought I would be able to just covertly update and start again since it’s been so long but I have comments from this year, which blows my mind.
So yeah! Misadventures is complete. I’ll continue my revisions and hopefully the Kakasaku world will be able to enjoy it soon.
During this revision I wrote another time travel fanfic (God, I love them so much). Not KakaSaku (there is no romance) but it is Naruto. It was supposed to be a quick drabble-ish story and similar to Misadventures it got a life of it’s own and ended up being much longer than that. Again, I’m quite proud (Something that doesn’t happen to me often, if I’m honest). I’ve been wanting to post it, but I’ve kept it for myself. I’ll post it eventually. Hopefully not in 10 years.
HA!
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Why Hero Society Is Wrong
To say that hero society isn’t fucked up would be a lie. Examples could be found within the Todoroki Family, how Midoriya was treated before he got OFA, how some heroes are only that because they want fame or money. These are only a few reasons why the BNHA universe “Hero Society” is a problem.(SPOILERS AHEAD)
Recently in Chapter 301, we saw Touya working hard to become a hero at a young age, and we all know how that worked out. But it is important to realize that Endeavor (FLAMING PEICE OF SHIT...haha sorry 😅 <not really👿> but anyway), literally BOUGHT a damn woman for the sole purpose to have a CHILD with a powerful quirk. Now, clearly this marriage was failed from the start. But what pissed me off was how the Number 2 hero, even after he was told to STOP from a doctor, forced Rei to have 2 MORE FUCKING KIDS. And then, when she finally broke down and the whole teapot incident, LOCKED HER THE FUCK UP AND FORGOT ABOUT HER. Now you can argue that he ‘sent her flowers’ and ‘cared about her,’ but come on. What if Rei Todoroki couldnt have anymore kids after she had Touya? What would Endeavor would have done?
To get back to the main point, how does this connect to hero society? It shows that heroes are being competitive, trying to save the most people, which would be fine, but they do it with rage and vengeance. I’m not taking about all heroes, just the ones who do it for the ranking. Endeavor, somewhere deep down inside him, is a hero because he wants to save people. Sadly, everything else is out of jealousy of All Might. How he wanted a child with a strong quirk to BEAT ALL MIGHT. How he then TRAINED it into his young child’s mind that HE HAD TO BEAT ALL MIGHT, IT WAS HIS PURPOSE. Then, when the child was driven to become a hero, TOLD HIM HE COULDNT ANYMORE and too go play with his siblings, which he saw were being ignored. He was TOSSED ASIDE, like garbage. BURNT. IGNORED. BROKEN. The purpose, which was trained into his mind since he got his quirk, was taken away from him. MAY I REMIND YOU THIS IS A CHILD. Touya turned into Dabi, but Endeavor killed Touya.
Izuku before he met All Might was heavily bullied since he was quirkless. Thankfully, his mother was there for him, not that she knew of the bullying, but she didn’t abuse him or mistreat him. The bullying though does reflect on the community of quirks though. If you didn’t have a ‘powerful’ quirk, or a ‘useful’ quirk, or a quirk at all, you are looked down upon. I say this in the most respectful way possible as some people may think different, but quirkism is similar to racism. Nicknames like “Deku” to call Izuku useless for something he couldn’t control about himself. Kids must also have taken this notion from their parents, and if not, adults have not told them that it was wrong. It should also be mentioned that people with quirks that may be viewed as ‘villainous’ could also be subject to this bullying or be looked down upon. The fact is, something you can’t control about yourself could potentially dictate your life in this universe. Too me, this is like racism in our world. We can’t choose what race or gender we are, just like these people can’t choose what quirk they get.
My final point is more of a personal opinion. A person should be a hero with the sole purpose of helping people. It shouldn’t be because they have the perfect quirk, or want to get famous. Now, that may lower the number of Heroes all together, but if you think about it, it may also lower the number of Villians. We see this through Stains idea’s, that All Might is the only true hero (not that he didn’t not do press, but he doesn’t seek it out). Children like Touya are proof that there are cracks in the hero society. These cracks are set because of jealousy or rage that they can’t be number one hero. Money should not be a factor in if you save a person or not. Neither should Fame or Ranking, but here we are.
300 chapters in the manga, and the cracks in hero society have finally shattered it’s mirror. My hope is that after the big fight that is inevitably coming up with AFO and the League, that society can grow back better. If anyone read this whole thing, let me know what you think about it please, or don’t, I don’t really care. For now, 😜✌️
#bnha#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#mha#mha thoughts#bnha thoughts#bnha theory#mha theory#bnha 301#bnha 302#mha theories#bnha theories
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Eclipse reread part 3 bewr bewr bewrrr! Covering the entire rest of the book in ONE post so buckle on in baybee:
1. Absolutely everything about chapter 15 (wager) is disgusting. To a certain extent I appreciate how successfully meyer captures how frustrating assault is as a woman, how futile it feels to fight against it. But at the same time the way she handles the aftermath is unbelievably disappointing and infuriating. Charlie doesn't get up to help his own daughter, Jake trails after Bella into the house and sticks around, there's just no relief or reflection that feels satisfying. Bella can ask where the justice is when she finds out Jake isn't aging but just ignores Charlie defending her assailant? And to some extent I get it, I've shut down after assault before to the point where it took years to recognize that some of the things that happened even were assault. But when there's a pattern within the series of men being narratively rewarded for assault and abuse and women being punished for reacting to abuse it feels like the narrative is reinforcing the status quo of women<men. I'm not stupid, I understand when a book is trying to make me uncomfortable and I don't need villains to be punished to know that they're villainous. This doesn't come across that way at all. Meyers handling of misogynistic abuse and violence lack the nuance to make me believe that she sees this violence as something to be critical of rather than something that just happens to women. And again, because it's a pattern in her writing, women getting no reprieve from gendered harm, I don't believe she's making a statement. There's just no self awareness and that's the key difference between a story like Brave New World or Lolita and Twilight.
2. Also this quote that precedes the assault is just so so frustrating:
Bella is not mean for setting boundaries! She isn't stringing you along! I would love to hit meyer in the head with a rolled up newspaper. Anyway.
3. Bella keeps saying things like "this would be annoying if it weren't so scary" in regards to having her clothes stolen by vampires that want her dead and having to lie to people around her, again because dozens of vampires want her dead. And y'know after the third time she said she would be annoyed if she weren't scared I'm just left to believe she isn't scared at all. I don't feel rising tension, the newborn army feels like a minor nuisance and even after they connect it to victoria (who still hasn't shown up at all) I'm just like...okay well get on with it then! Meyer makes bella "shudder" (I'm still tempted to make a comp of every time she shudders in this fucking book lol) instead of showing us her actual fear. I don't believe she's scared, I don't care about the "threat," and I don't believe anything bad will happen to Bella. There are Literally No Stakes here. I'm not invested in this story at all.
4. Alice is a bad friend lmfao
Girl, you're psychic you know she wanted to wear red why are you just dressing her up for your brother.
5. Okay returning to point 3 because I read chapter 17 and had an epiphany: Bella says she isn't scared for herself and I get that I do. But smeyer also hasn't shown us that she's selfless- just that she doesn't care if she dies. If bella actually cared for her human friends, in any way, I would believe that the newborn army was a scary threat because the people she loves might get hurt. But I don't believe that she cares about that I only believe that she- like Edward- has a weird martyr complex.
6. The Mirror chapter also reinforces this. I can’t stop thinking about how much more impactful it would have been narratively if it had been Angela in Bree’s position (because she’s the only human friend Bella seems fond of but if Bella showed interest in any of the other humans, honestly any of them would do). Imagine the moment where the newborn vampire first lifts her head to look into Bella’s eyes and it’s someone she knows. Someone she cares for. There should have been consequences for Bella beyond “Jake got some bones broken and now I feel bad :(” which was also a shitty punishment because smeyer is inflicting physical trauma on an indigenous character just to make Bella feel bad. Okay. Anyway, it would have built the tension I was missing for- quite literally- over 300 pages of this book if Bella’s friends and classmates and Fork’s residents had been going missing the whole time. Suddenly, at the end of the battle, there’s Angela. Or Jess. Or Katie fucking Marshall. Someone Bella knew should have been there and maybe I would have cared about this book at all.
7. Going back in time to this quote which comes before the battle:
UGH!!! SHUT UP SMEYER! She literally poisoned Jake’s character from the moment she made him a main character and she has zero self reflection to see the damage that she’s causing here. I’ve said before that I don’t think Jake’s actions were a romantic deal breaker and that stands out now more than ever after reading Eclipse. THIS is the moment that Bella realizes she’s in love with Jake too. Smeyer not only sees abuse and aggression as romantic, she also lacks the braincells and reflection to see that she’s playing directly into racist stereotypes. Edward got to grow up- marginally- but Jake had to remain aggressive. I still don’t think she ever once meant to villify Jake- I think that there was no way in a hell a racist woman could ever successfully portray an indigenous character. His tenderness is tainted by the aggression she forces on his character and in the end he never had a chance because- again- he was being written by a racist woman with fucked up views of indigenous people.
8. Okay, I get it. They’re like Cathy and Heathcliff. Fine. I buy it.
This isn’t even the last time she compares them to Cathy and Heathcliff. Kate Bush isn’t gonna write a song about you, meyer! Give it a rest! (Also lol at “like wuthering heights”)
9. Jumping right to the end here because to be completely honest the only actual event in the entire book was the newborn battle. Jane was a bitch, fine. Edward talked at Victoria and bored her to death (presumably) and the action never felt very action heavy. I knew if from the “best friend (and werewolf)” line that this book was presumably written for idiots given how little is left to the imagination at any given time. I can’t stand when books treat the audience like dummies and I especially can’t handle YA books that do this. Teenagers aren’t stupid!! Young adults can pick up on subtlety in literature!! AND young adults can handle suspense and action. smeyer doesn’t do either well and the editors never once said “hey you know teens aren’t stupid right? like your audience will pick up on hints that you scatter you don’t have to forcefully explain everything?”
10. Smeyer can’t stop interrupting herself even in the very last sentence of the book proper:
What, pray tell, is wrong with “Where it would stay for the rest of eternity.” Why did you have to sow doubt in the sentiment right after Bella made her For Real Final Decision???? And why the em-dash!? Again: the editors of the twilight saga are my nemeses but also my favorite conmen. What were they paid for?
11. Back to the editors real quick: if i was given a draft of eclipse I would instantly say: this story is almost 400 pages of nothing, you need to play with the structure of the story. You need to build suspense and if that means playing with POV like you randomly start doing in the epilogue, then do that. Or you can play with the plot. Nothing happens for 300 pages. It takes 300 pages to get to the newborn battle and nothing that happens before the newborn battle makes me feel worried about it. Again, kill off some humans, raise the stakes, do SOMETHING. This was so painfully slow to read because meyer tried to center this book on a love triangle that I didn’t even believe in myself. And even then, it took 14 chapters for the love triangle to get real action (as in an Event, not necessarily physical action).
12. The epilogue. Oh man. Was the r-slur really so acceptable in 2007 that not one single editor questioned its use? I won’t type the quote in full but Jake refers to his fake arm sling as r-word. Like??? What? And THEN smeyer has him call Leah a “bitter harpy.” Shut up.
In conclusion, nothing felt like a bigger waste of time than Eclipse. Genuinely, to be completely honest. Two (2) important things happened, at least in Bella’s narrative (I agree with Vinelle that the Volturi debacle was important from Carlisle’s perspective, it adds nothing to Bellas and Bella learns nothing important from it.): 1. Bella made a decision, she chose Edward. Who could have seen that coming? Whaaaat? 2. Rosalie told Bella her backstory. Not that Bella even used that to reflect on her decision to become a vampire but hey, at least it felt like an important moment. Jasper’s backstory only mattered for the newborn battle which didn’t matter at all (and it never informed his character and no one ever brings up that the confederacy was a terrible dark stain on US history (along with the rest of US history but that’s a full dissertation or two on its own)). I can’t imagine a way to improve this book as a standalone book. You could split up the plot (using that term loosely) so that New Moon and BD are both a little longer and BD a little more organized. But without completely changing the plot beats in Eclipse, its just pointless.
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The Shot Heard Around The World Chapter 10
One Hell Of A Tea Party
This was going to be out sooner, but I was going to Boston and decided to wait until after that trip to post it. Especially since I got to go to the Boston Tea Party museum, which is on the water. It was a tour/reenactment thing, so I got to throw fake chests of tea into the harbor. 10/10 would recommend. You have no idea how much fun committing 'treason' is until you do it.
Thirteen Colonies POV
May 1773
I gave a resigned sigh as I read about the new act. The East India company was allowed to bring their tea to my land without paying any of the Townshend Acts. But I still had to pay them. My people still had to pay them. We still had to pay unfair taxes as this stupid idiotic tea company didn't have to pay any taxes.
It was a monopoly! My merchants would suffer. My economy would suffer.
'It's like these taxes are here to hurt us. Everyone benefits but us.'
'We're being used.'
My resignation turned to anger as I tore up the piece of paper. This...this stupid tax! Stupid everything! I helped fight in a war for Father and this is what I get in return.
'Did you really fight that war for your Father, or for your people?'
No...I fought it to help Father and my people. I fought...I fought...it was for...
'Your people are more important that your Father. They are you.'
It...it...it was for my people. I made that decision a while ago. If I had to pick between Father and my people, I would pick my people. Whatever response they made to this unjust, this unfair tax, I would stand by them.
'We don't like the taxes, and neither do they. British Empire may be your Father, but he is isn't on your side.'
'These taxes are hurting you.'
'So let's do something about them.'
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December 16, 1773
A ship filled with tea had arrived in Boston in late November. A meeting had decided that the ship had to go back without playing import duty. The other colonies had managed to send their tea ships back to England, but we were having difficulties here.
"Governor Hutchinson refuses to let the ship leave." Francis Rotch, the owner of the Dartmouth, announced to to me and the rest of the crowd, waving around the note he had received from the governor.
'Seriously? We don't want a dammed monopoly in these colonies!'
'Is Governor Hutchison still mad over us burning his house down?'
The air in the building changed as the anger of my people grew, as my anger grew. We had another plan that we had come up with during these meetings, a plan that, when suggested, seemed to radical. Nevertheless, we still made plans for it, just it case.
If they weren't going the send the tea back to London, then we were going to destroy it all.
'You can't have a monopoly if you don't have anything to sell.'
'What if it goes wrong. What if we have a repeat of the Boston Massacre?'
'The soldiers aren't in the city. We'll be unopposed.'
"This meeting can do nothing further to save the country." Samual Adams declared as the meeting continued. But the air was restless. The Sons of Liberty and I knew what the backup plan was, if we couldn't send the tea back. We wanted to do something to stop this. Then people began leaving the meeting house.
"Who knows how tea will mingle with salt water?" Someone cried, quickly followed by another shout.
"Boston Harbor, a teapot tonight!"
"Wait! The meeting isn't over!" Sam said as more people began to leave, trying to reclaim control of the meeting. I stood up and Sam put his hand on my shoulder.
"Thirteen. You can't go. You'll be recognized. Stay here." He said. I smiled.
"I'm sorry Sam, but I have to do this." I told him, "Make sure you have an alibi."
Sam nodded and I made my way out of the meeting house, heading to the house of someone who had disguises prepared. I made sure to hid my flag before as well. England would recognize my face, but no one else should.
I arrived at the house and was let in, were I saw people already preparing their disguises, starting with their faces. There was also a women there, who was helping the men disguise their faces. They were also putting on disguises meant to imitate the native's clothes.
"Like the disguises? We picked them to show that we identify ourselves with this land, with the Thirteen Colonies and America, not with Britain." One of the men who saw me looking at the disguises said. I smiled.
"I know." I told him.
'Obviously we were going to pick something to show that we are proud of where we live.'
'Especially since the British seem to enjoy pretending we aren't British citizens, and use it to decrease our rights.'
I got my disguise prepared and after making sure everyone else was ready, we headed out to Griffin's Wharf, where the ships were. There were also civilians that had followed us, and were watching. I gripped my hatchet tighter in my hand. I felt guilty for doing this.
'Don't. You're doing the right thing. This tea cannot remain here.'
I knew that, but I felt like I was betraying my father.
'Isn't he betraying you by allowing harmful taxes to be placed on you?'
'Don't worry about betraying him. He's already been given enough warnings that your people are at the end of their rope.'
I was so conflicted. I felt like my allegiance was being torn in half. I wanted to be loyal to my people and I wanted to be loyal to my father. But here I was, committing what my father would see as treason with my people. Who was truly right?
'Your people. They focus on what's best for you. British Empire focuses on what's best for him.'
'This isn't the time for second thoughts. You're committing treason. You've committed treason. Stop letting personal sentiments get in the way of doing what's right for you.'
I let out a shaky sigh. I knew there was no going back and I knew that this was what I had to do...but I always doubted everything. But there was not time for that. We had a mission to complete. There would be time to question were my allegiances would lie later.
We arrived at the wharf and made our way onto the ships we were assigned. I went onto the the Eleanor, the ship I had been assigned to destroy the tea in. The crates were too heavy for us to lift on our own, so we began to break them open.
I used my hatchet to cut the cloth that covered the crate, before moving on the breaking through the lid, cutting through the small lead lining that protected the tea from water bugs. I took off my hat and used it to scoop out a bunch of tea leaves before going back above deck to throw it overboard. I then repeated that until I was able to carry the crate out and throw it overboard.
'This is going to take forever.'
We continued to break apart boxes and throw them overboard, going as quickly as we could. There was a nervous energy in the air, as none of us wanted to be caught by the soldiers.
We didn't want a repeat of the Boston Massacre. Or the Battle of Golden Hill. Or any of the countless brawls that took place between my people and the soldiers.
After almost three hours we had finally, finished through all of the tea overboard.
'That was the hardest thing we've ever done.'
'We just threw 300 something 400 pound crates into the harbor. Did you really think it was going to be easy?'
I look out at the harbor, seeing bobbing tea crates, pieces of wood and faint clumps of tea leaves. I was very worried about what the morning would bring.
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I was looking out onto the harbor, which had turned a brownish color. I was standing further away from Griffin's Wharf, were the soldiers would go. I knew they wouldn't recognize me without my flag, but I was still nervous and didn't want to risk it. After all, I had committed two different acts of treason.
I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder and I turned my head around, seeing England standing behind me. He looked angry, although I couldn't tell if he thought I participated or not.
'Fuck.'
"Thirteen." He said. I knock his hand off my should before turning around to face him.
"Hello. How do you like that teapot?" I said, gesturing towards the harbor. England scowled.
"What did you do?" He asked. I smiled.
"The only thing I've done is protect my people's rights. Everything I've done is no worse than what you've done." I said.
"You're coming back to our house." England said, reaching out to grab my arm, but I pushed his hand away.
"Like hell I am. You really thing I want to live with the man that shot me?" I said. Guilt flashed through England's eyes, as he pulled his hand back.
"I'm so sorry Thirteen. I never meant to shoot you."
'Bullshit.'
'But you did mean to shoot one of my people.'
'If we weren't shot England wouldn't care about the people who died. He only feels back because it's us.'
"Empty words. You should of never been firing a weapon into a crowd anyways." I snapped back, holding my hand to where the injury was.
"That was a riot not a crowd, and it was an accident. If you and the rest of the colonists hadn't started throwing things at us...well it probably would of gone in a different direction." England started.
'Don't give us a lecture on how you can do nothing wrong. That's bullshit.'
'Right so we started it my reacting to your soldiers hurting a child!'
I scowled, and England noticed my change in expression and changed the topic.
“Thirteen everyone’s worried about you. They haven’t heard from you in three years. Aside from rumors about you burning a ship.” England said. I rolled my eyes.
‘We did burnt that ship! It’s deserved to burn!’
“That was on purpose. You really think I want to talk to you, after you shot me, after you tried to blame me for the deaths of my people, England?” I snapped at him. England took a step back after I called him by his name, shock on his face.
“You called me England.” He said, his voice quiet.
“You really think I’m going to call you uncle after you shot me? Fuck no. And I did throw the tea in the harbor. But what are you going to do about it? You need two witnesses to accuse me of a crime, and not everyone who participated in that will tell. We’re not all idiots like Mr. Akeley.” I said.
“Thirteen. I…I…what happened to you?” England said.
‘We realized we were being used.’
‘We realized you don’t care about us.’
‘We realized you care more about money and control more than your own nephew.’
‘Ours eyes have been opened to the world, and we realize that not everything you say is correct.’
‘We’ve started making our own decisions.’
“You. And Father. And all off those stupid taxes and acts. You’re pushing my people to the brink of bankruptcy! You’re taxes are hurting my economy! YOU ARE HURTING ME! I’m just responding accordingly.” I said. I raised my fist to swing it at England, but before that happened something hit my head and knocked me to the ground, my vision becoming blurry.
What just happened?
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England POV
I looked at the soldier that had hit Thirteen with his gun, and then at Thirteen who was lying dazed on the ground.
“Why did you do that?” I demanded. This was only going to make things worse between Thirteen and I.
“Sorry sir, but he looked like he was about to I attack you.” The soldier said.
“I can handle myself. Work on finding out you threw all of this tea into the harbor!” I ordered. I wasn’t going to rat our Thirteen. I was clear that something had happened to him. If Thirteen had been with the Sons of Liberty for the past three years, they could of twisted his views on things.
Or….no. I wasn’t going to think about that opinion. It was just a few protests and riots. There’s no way another countryhuman is being created, is possessing Thirteen.
Right?
We this book will officially be going on a small break. For my birthday I got a lot of books about the American Revolution, so I want to read those before I continue.
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Happy New Year! I think my goal for this year for this blog will be to try to catch up to at least the beginning of the current arc, if not with the manga as a whole. I’ve got 365 days and a bit shy of 300 chapters (not counting those that will go up this year) so… we’ll see! Gotta Plus Ultra everything, right?
(Of course, that doesn’t account for all the chapters I’m likely to break into multiple parts, like this one… alas, I will just simply see how far I can get.)
[No. 9 - Deku vs. Kacchan]
Starting this chapter off with another western-style comic book cover, with the two coming to blows in costume. Really contrasts when you think of DvK2, which happens out of costume but yet someone comes off as more intense/important to both of them… I wonder what DvK3 will look like?
The chapter itself starts with future Izuku narrating a bit of backstory - that he and Katsuki had grown up in the same neighborhood, so they were childhood friends. He considered Katsuki the fearless type who could do anything, thus becoming the leader of their small gang of friends, and that at the time he wasn’t ‘bad’ or ‘good, just confident, which Izuku admired. However, with Katsuki’s quirk came his slide towards ‘bad’, and the page (and flashback) ends with Izuku echoing the words from the very start of the manga - people are not born equal, a lesson he learned at four.
(As an aside, I really like how the flashback segments are sprinkled through the chapter and slowly add onto the context behind their relationship instead of being shown all at once. It’s better pacing and doesn’t interrupt the flow of the present fight.)
We transition back to the present, with the same moment of Katsuki claiming that Izuku’s defiance even while scared pisses him off as we ended off with in the last chapter. Also, Ochako right behind Katsuki, that was a lost opportunity to attack, even if it wouldn’t have worked. I suppose it was part of Izuku’s plan, but still…
Tenya tries to get Katsuki to give him an update, but Katsuki just tells him to shut up and keep watch while Katsuki wrecks ‘someone’ (cough Izuku). Tenya tries to warn Katsuki to not let emotions get the better of him, only to be frustrated when Katsuki cuts the transceiver, calling him a scoundrel.
Honestly, this is really fucking hilarious considering a few dozen chapters from now is basically:
Tensei: is injured
Tenya: (✿◉‿◉)🔪
Moving on, we switch back to the viewing room, with Kirishima asking about the lack of sound from the cameras. All Might notes they’re communicating with micro-transceivers given to them along with the blueprints and capture tape - the latter of which is used to provide proof of ‘capture’ when tied around the opponent. Kirishima then goes on to ask/clarify that the heroes only have fifteen minutes but no idea where the weapon is located, which All Might confirms. Mina (finally looking as she should) notes that the heroes are at a disadvantage, and All Might tells them it’s like Aizawa said, and leads them through the school motto - Plus Ultra!
Honest to god, what support company willingly made this? Why did they not just dumpster it as an affront to God and make something normal??
Anyways, Aoyama is the one to first notice whatever Katsuki is doing, and All Might turns back to the monitors to watch as well. And so we switch back to inside the building, with Katsuki blasting himself at Izuku. Izuku tells Ochako to run ahead while blocking an explosion-boosted kick to the head. Ochako does so despite her obvious worry for Izuku, and Katsuki ignores her entirely, telling Izuku to worry about himself. Katsuki then gets a moment of shock when Izuku turns out to have used the capture tape to catch Katsuki’s leg before he could pull it away.
Notebook no. 10… we have no idea when he started them, but based on the average time of a notebook being a few months shy of a year, this would likely have been either his last year of elementary or first year of middle school (about age 11/12), so… Izuku has known Eraserhead for quite a while - perhaps in a desperate search for heroes who fought ‘quirkless’ or ‘almost quirkless’? Sadly, I can't make out the text on the page, though I know there’s translations out there that I just have no idea how to locate at the moment… alas.
But yeah, Izuku predicts Katsuki’s next move, and takes advantage of that knowledge to dodge under the next blast without injury. The rest of the class is impressed with Izuku’s ability to go toe-to-toe against the entrance exam’s top scorer without his quirk, while Katsuki keeps getting shocked at Izuku’s moves.
All Might notes that Izuku has always excelled at making split-second decisions, and also his thorough memorization of all the hero-related things he’s been writing in his notebooks - with a short flashback to All Might reading through the notebook while Izuku had been unconscious after being attacked by the Sludge Villain!
Izuku is frustrated, thinking that he had Katsuki, but that one rope wouldn’t be enough to hold him. He thinks about how Toshinori told him he could be a hero, and that with all that support behind him, it was time to show what he was made of.
...and then he immediately bolts around a corner, with Katsuki snapping at Izuku to get back, and then going on to shout about how it ‘must have been fun tricking Katsuki all this time’ and ‘hiding that flashy quirk of his’. Izuku’s expression at that is, according to the discord (because I can’t quite tell myself) frustration, but it might also be a bit of sadness as well?
Katsuki finishes his complaints / telling with more explosions and shouting how Izuku should ‘bring it on’ and that he’d still crush him. With the class, Kaminari notes how angry Katsuki is and that it’s scary. All Might himself…
Wow. Why do people in this fandom think Izuku is way too nice and forgiving of Katsuki when we get moments like this?
Fanon Izuku 1: Kacchan has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life
Fanon Izuku 2: Bakugou is a horrible human being who should never have been allowed to be a hero
Canon Izuku: Kacchan is actually a bitch, but damn do I admire his confidence and skill
Also, we see you there Nerd Might:
We come back to Izuku crouched down by a corner somewhere, panting a bit as he analyses the situation. He notes how Katsuki came right for him and ignored Ochako, and that the smart play for the villain team would have been for Tenya to be the vanguard because of his superior mobility and speed. Since he bets Tenya also knows that, this is probably Katsuki rampaging on his own, so there’s no teamwork happening. We then get a lovely mental image while Izku notes that if both of them had come at the hero team from the start, it would have been really hard to win. He also notes that sticking with Ochako would have likely led to that two on two situation, with him and Ochako wasting too much time on Katsuki, but with them split up, they have a stronger chance since she can go after the weapon and capture Tenya. If he can just follow after her, it’ll be a two on one fight against him, meaning they’ll win!
...so long as Izuku can win against Katsuki. He wipes at the small amount of blood trickling from his nose, telling himself he’ll be fine so long as he watches out for Katsuki’s palms. He thinks back on the past, where he’d told Katsuki he wasn’t trying to compete with him, and says in the present that he takes it all back.
Since the next couple of pages are the flashback portions on Katsuki’s end, I am gonna cut it off here, because those deserve their own post.
Also, on request from the discord:
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#chapter 9#opening arcs#readthrough#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#uraraka ochako#iida tenya#yagi toshinori#izuku: you bitch (affectionate)#love me canon izuku#also i know we don't know what kind of degrees toshinori has#we do know he went to college but that's about it?#so basically it's free real estate#and fandom loves a good free range to let headcanons roam#:)#you don't understand how hard i had to resist making a homestuck reference#if you know it you know it#that's all i have to say on the matter
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Girl Crush (X)
Chapter 10: An Impatient Forsythia
Here we go again, new chapter, hooray! Cute, cute, very cute again, no angst, just cuteness!!
I might take three days instead of two to post the next chapter this time, because I've been writing ahead in the story for the past few days, so the next chapter isn't ready. It will be ready before the end of the week though, considering how inspired I am by this mess…
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think about it, please!
Word Count: 3960
Five minutes left.
300 seconds.
Harry wanted you by his side. It was an important moment, and if there was one person he wanted with him now, it was you.
He hadn't slept at all, he hadn't eaten in the past 24 hours, he felt sick and yet overexcited.
Putting some music out there for the world to hear was nerve-wrecking, and he loved it. He turned towards Jeffrey behind him, inflating his cheeks with air before releasing it in a long sigh.
Only a few minutes left before his first single was out there. Less than a week before he would perform it live for the first time.
He chased the latter thought away, though. He already had enough to worry about.
One minute left.
He reached for your hand without looking. He knew you were next to him, he could feel you being there, somehow. Then, it was nothing new. He seemed to always know precisely where you were whenever the two of you were in the same room, no matter if he could see you or not.
And indeed, his fingers found yours naturally, without any difficulty, holding on your hand as if it were his lifeline. Your gentle squeeze was reassuring, solid, a silent way to show him that you were for him. He felt so grateful for it, for your presence by his side, for always being here for him… he reckoned he could never thank you enough for that.
And suddenly the song appeared on the screen of Harry's computer. It was up. For the world to see. His first single as a solo artist was out.
A piano ballad… what the hell had he done?
"It's done, mate," Mitch patted Harry's shoulder.
"Now that it's out, you can't go back," Sarah added with a teasing smile, to which he replied by sticking out his tongue at her.
Hugs were exchanged across the room, and congratulations, although for now the anxiety was still high. No one knew what people would think about it for now.
In his round for hugs, Harry saved you for last, a smile forming on his lips as he finally looked at you.
"It's done," you nodded before wrapping your arms around him, bringing him close for a tight hug. "Congratulations!"
"Don't congratulate me yet. It's out, doesn't mean it's good."
You rolled your eyes.
"It is good though. Excellent even."
He closed his eyes and threw his head back a little, a cheeky smile piercing through his nervous expression.
"Hmm… yes, the narcissist in me is listening, keep going."
You laughed, nudging him for being an idiot, and dropped a kiss to his cheek that he hadn't expected, and he turned away to hide the way he blushed at the gesture. Because he was surprised, that was all… right?
"It's an amazing song, and people will love it. Maybe not as much as I do but then I'm biased, as I am your best friend."
He chuckled.
"See? You are blinded by your loyalty towards me. That's the only reason why you like my music."
You nodded, chuckling, while he rested a hand on his heart, faking to be hurt.
"Ouch… and here suffers my narcissistic side…"
"Good, otherwise your head is gonna get even bigger than it already is, and that would mean that you would probably not be able to walk through doors anymore."
"Alright, alright, that's enough, that's enough!" he fought back, struggling and failing to refrain a smile.
You laughed at him, before taking his face in your hands, hold tender and gentle as you brushed your thumbs across his cheekbones, making his smile settle on his lips for good and his heart beat faster.
"More seriously though, it's an amazing song. And I'm very proud of you, so I reckon that you can embrace the narcissist in you for this one. I'll squeeze your head to help you walk through the door."
Ten minutes.
600 seconds.
It had been ten minutes since Harry had finished his first performance of his song. Was he happy with it? No, he could pinpoint every single thing he had done wrong, every note he had missed, every time his voice hadn't been as strong as it should have been.
He heaved a deep sigh, sitting down in his dressing room before taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.
Well, it was done now, no need to beat himself up over it. That's what he tried to persuade himself into doing after every performance, and failed to accomplish every single time.
He took his phone, taking a few minutes to relax before changing into casual clothes again and leaving the studio. He was exhausted, and the stress accumulated for these past few days suddenly leaving his system seemed to only amplify the feeling.
His stress level wouldn't be down for long though, only a few days to catch his breath and he was due to perform on another show. And then another. And then another.
The thought led him to plan all the things he had to work on for the next performance, and he could feel his anxiety going right up again.
He didn't have enough strength to deal with that.
He had several notifications from friends and family who had watched the show, but if he smiled at the sight, it was only because he was looking for your name through the list of texts.
And indeed, there you were.
Seven unread messages.
He was smiling already.
HARRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
He couldn't refrain a chuckle.
THAT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, you've got to stop being this hilarious
and charming all the time, it gets annoying
after a while :(
He rolled his eyes, but exploded with laughter at the next text.
How's that ego of yours after that comment?
Oh dear… what have I done?!
More seriously, it was amazing. I'm very proud
of my best friend right now. Congratulations.
And as you wanted to see my reaction,
here comes.
He scrolled down to reveal the picture of yourself that you had sent, while he chuckled and shook his head with amusement. He had joked about the fact that he wouldn't be able to see it on your face if things were going ill, and you had replied that you would send him a pic of yourself at the end of the performance. He didn't think you would really do it, the two of you were simply being silly, and yet, there you were.
In those purple pyjamas with tiny cats all over them that he loved because they were so soft when he held you then, your eyes red and tears still shining on your cheeks but a smile on your lips and what he could only call pride softening your features. You had a thumb up, but you were also clearly holding a Kleenex.
He was still mad at himself, but he felt better already.
He typed his answer with a smile, despite his disappointment.
You are way too kind. I completely
fucked up.
It only took a few seconds for your answer to pop up on his screen.
Don't say that! It was alright.
The end was a pure catastrophe and
the rest was barely any better.
It was your first performance!
You'll get it right next time. It
was still okay.
See! You're going from amazing to
okay.
It was amazing, I still loved it.
Next time will be perfect. But it
was still great. I loved it.
You are supposed to call me out
when I do things wrong… as a
friend.
That applies if you go apeshit and
do something morally wrong. Also
for relationships. Not for SNL
performances. Then I'm the fairy who
delivers tons of encouragements.
Does that mean you have a magic
wand or something? Butterfly
wings?
Everyone says it's butterflies wings
but that is for the godmothers. The
encouragements fairies are closer to bees.
Now I'm imagining your face on the
body of a bee and that is the most
terrifying thing I have ever thought of,
thanks for the trauma.
You're welcome ;)
He laughed again, before he would redirect the conersation towards your day. He wished you were there with him. Why did the U.S have to be so damn vast?
He didn't notice how time was flying, and for the next twenty minutes, he was simply texting with you back and forth, talking about your customers and googling what the hell was a weigela.
And for as long as he talked to you, he didn't think about the notes he had missed that night, nor the upcoming shows, nor anything but you.
One week left.
Seven days.
Seven days and his first solo album would be released. The thought made his head spin…
As he walked towards your flat, the thought tortured him all over again.
Dear God, he couldn't imagine that time had flown so fast, and yet it had.
He held the plastic bag in his hand a little tighter.
You were going to listen to it all for the first time. And he wouldn't have missed it for anything.
Was he dead anxious? Yes. Was he properly terrified at the idea that you wouldn't like his songs? Obviously. But he was also overexcited at the idea of you liking his songs. At least some of them. He wondered if you would guess which songs were about you, or at least had been started because of you, although the story had been amplified and torn around certain pieces to take it further from reality and closer to how he felt. He wondered if you would read into this, or if you would assume he was simply talking about an ex of his.
Anyways, the excitement to see your reaction was stronger than his nervousness, so he would stay while you listened to it and study every single one of your expressions.
He hoped for you to love all of his tunes, of course, but he also knew that it was hard to make an album with no songs worth of a skip. As long as you didn't hate one, he reckoned that it was okay. You had loved his first single, so all was fine.
He also couldn't wait to show you your name written on the album as a songwriter. He reckoned your reaction would be priceless.
He climbed up the stairs to your flat faster than he ever had, took a deep breath before entering, not bothering to knock, knowing that your door was open for him. You were expecting him after all.
"Y/N!" he called from across the hall, but you were rushing towards him in the blink of an eye.
You were a little dishevelled, and seemed overexcited to say the least. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts. Harry could feel his heart speed up at the sight, but he chose to ignore his reaction. He was simply happy to see you and excited at the idea of making you listen to his music, that was all. Nothing more…
You spotted his bag and squealed, clapping your hands and reaching to grab it, but Harry pulled away.
"Hey! Nope! Not for now!"
"Harry! I've been waiting for this for months."
"Well, I'm sure you can wait for a little longer then, huh?"
"No," you pouted, and gosh, were you adorable.
Annoyingly so. You were annoyingly adorable and he was annoyed now… that was why he had this feeling in his stomach. He was annoyed by you… right?
"Can I at least take off my jacket?" he laughed, and you humoured him as much.
"I've already ordered food, it arrived five minutes ago."
He smiled at that, a tender gesture that he hid by turning to hang his jacket next to yours. He took a deeper breath and recognized the scent of Indian food indeed.
You made your way to your couch, and he sat by your side. You were still eyeing the bag, but Harry was taking way too much pleasure torturing you, a cheeky smile badly hidden on his lips.
"So… do you want to watch TV?"
"Harry, I swear to God, if you don't show me this album right now, I will slam this chicken right into your face!"
"Alright, alright," he laughed, reaching inside his bag. "But… I have something else for you first."
"Really?" you asked with a frown.
"Yeah… I… we have our merch ready, and I thought… as you like being comfy… I thought you'd like this one."
He pulled out of his bag a black hoodie, and handed it to you.
You traced the letters embroidered in the soft fabric…
Treat people with kindness
Yes, you remembered that he had mentioned that phrase before, that he wanted to turn it into his mantra.
Dear God, your eyes were watering already. But then, it was Harry's fault, why did he have to be such a kind soul all the time?
"It's lovely!" you grinned and put the hoodie on.
It was soft and comfortable and warm, and you knew you would spend many evenings wearing it whenever you missed Harry too much. You wiggled happily, making your friend's smile broaden.
"Thank you. I love it!"
"Yeah? You like it?"
"I love it. It' very comfy indeed. Thanks, Harry!"
He extended his cheek out of habit, expecting the familiar peck that always followed whenever he offered you something. Every time, without fail. Always his left cheek. Always lingering against his skin for a mere second. But you didn't move this time.
Instead, you tutted, shaking your head.
"You still need to give me my album," you chimmed, making him laugh, and he had to yield this time.
"Ready?" he asked one last time, but your grin was so bright, he didn't need a spoken answer. Your excitement and joy were painted all over your features.
"Alright."
He finally took the album out of his bag, and handed it to you, this time earning a kiss to his cheek.
You took the vinyl in your hand, careful, as if it were a precious piece of porcelain. Your heart was beating so fast…
"The cover is so beautiful," you commented, letting your fingers wander across the item.
"Thanks. It's me," he answered, making you laugh.
"Really? I thought it was Mitch!"
You both doubled with laughter at that, and Harry shook his head.
"Come on, we both know he's not that good looking."
"It's just your back for now…"
"Still, can't you tell?"
You nudged him playfully.
You opened it, took your time to admire the vinyl and what it held. Until you finally got up to place the vinyl on your turntable.
You waited until the first tune would start to walk back to the couch and took your seat by Harry's side again.
It took you 56 seconds. Harry hadn't realized he had been counting, and yet he knew how much time had passed between the moment you sat down and when you reached to lock your arm in his and rested your head against his shoulder.
He moved to drop a kiss to your hair, but thought better of it.
You didn't speak. You didn't say anything through the whole song, and at first he thought that it was because you didn't like it. He nervously twisted the fabric of his trousers between his fingers, waiting for you to react, to make a clever remark, even to mock him, anything…
It's only during the last chorus that he heard you sniffing and realized you were crying.
What was he supposed to do?
Meet Me in the Hallway was replaced by Sign of the Times, and Harry moved to stand and go skip the song, as you had heard it before, but you held him back, shaking your head.
"No, please, don't. I love it. Let it play."
Your eyes were reddened and a little puffy, you were sniffing again and your cheeks were wet with tears. Your eyes looked bigger now, under the yellowish light of your lamp. So, he nodded, sat back fully in the couch. He couldn't have denied you anything with you looking at him like this, wide-eyed and so fragile, and the thought was a little scary, if he were to be honest. He reached for the box of tissues on his right and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile, but didn't move from your position against his shoulder.
"Did you like it? The first song?"
You checked the title on the cover, but nodded.
"I loved it. I really did. Are you aiming for making me cry through all 10 songs?"
Harry chuckled, relaxing against you.
"Only for some of them."
"How generous…"
You snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his hand around yours, letting Sign of the Times play. He noticed that you were mouthing the words and humming the melody, and he felt a wave of pride and joy washing over him.
He had written songs that you liked, that you had learnt the lyrics of, that you hummed along to. He reckoned it couldn't mean that they were bad.
Carolina followed, and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows at the change of pace compared to the previous songs.
"Huh… nice…"
"Nice?"
You listened more to the song, but nodded, smiling as the chorus hit in.
"Oh that's nice," you nodded, starting to move with the music without breaking your hold on him.
You reached for your food on the table, and Harry didn't need to check which box to choose. He knew the one before him was his. He knew you had gotten him his favourite. He knew exactly what to expect when he opened the lid. Just like he knew what you had ordered for yourself.
Two Ghosts and Sweet Creature followed, calmer and soothing and making your heart ache and making you close your eyes to listen to them. And Harry smiled with the memory of how some of lyrics were born thanks to you.
You were jumping on the sofa and laughing and dancing like two fools for Only Angel and Kiwi, and Harry knew from your reaction that he had been right. Kiwi would be amazing to perform on stage.
Ever Since New York had you lying on the sofa with your legs resting on Harry's laps while he played with your jeans and traced meaningless forms on your shins. You remained like this to scream to Woman.
And then it was already the last song, and you were back against Harry. You recognized the tune that you were humming that day, when you had eaten lunch with him, thousands of miles apart, through your computers. You looked at him with a stunned expression painted all over your features… You had never thought that… he would… actually make something of it…
Even my phone misses your calls, by the way
Your verse was there too… later in the song…
Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too
But he didn't say anything. Even if he could read a thousand questions in your eyes, he remained silent. Instead, he merely handed you the vinyl again, and pointed at the credits for the last song.
Y/N Y/L/N
Your name was written right there, printed on the paper, as one of the writers for the song.
You looked up at him again, on the verge of tears, and you had no words, really, to describe how you felt when the last notes of From the Dining Table echoed through your home.
"You… you really did use that?" you breathed after a long silence.
He shrugged, a little shy all of a sudden.
"It was a good tune. Good lines too."
"You… you wrote my name on your album."
"Well, you did come up with the tune, and a few lines of the lyrics. It's normal. I mean, it wouldn't have been legal for me to not credit you for it."
You chuckled, brushing your tears away.
"I wouldn't have been mad, wouldn't have sued you or anything, if you hadn't added my name."
"I'm not a thief," he shook his head. "Besides, your name looks great on there, doesn't it?"
"Yeah… yeah, I reckon that it does. But I've barely done anything…"
"You have. You've done so much already."
You both knew that Harry wasn't talking about the song anymore, but you didn't comment on it. Instead, you went to lean against him again.
You heaved a sigh, holding your hoodie and Harry closer.
"So? What do you think?" he asked after a couple of minutes spent in silence.
"I think it's really… really good."
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely."
"Are you being the supportive fairy again, or…?"
"No, I really love it. It's amazing."
"Thank you."
"Anyway, even if I didn't like it, too late to change it, right?"
He burst out in laughter.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. What's your least favourite song?"
"Least favourite? Why would I tell you that? It's a happy moment, I'm not going to tell you my least favourite."
"So, you have a least favourite…"
You rolled your eyes, pinching his arm to shush him, and he playfully struggled against your gesture.
"What's your favourite then?"
You considered the question for a moment, but then, the answer was pretty obvious.
"I mean… I've helped making one so… I feel like it has to be my favourite, you know? Besides, it brings back good memories. You remember that day?"
"I wrote a song after what happened that night, of course I do," Harry laughed, resting his head on the back of the couch, and closing his eyes. "Your pesto was a disaster. I could smell it burn from across the globe."
"Oh, shut up!" you chuckled, making him laugh too, the gesture making him tremble under you.
"It's my favourite too," Harry let out in a breath.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I like it a lot. I'm happy with it."
It was true that he was particularly proud of what From the Dining Table sounded like. But maybe, just maybe, it was his favourite because he could see you there, your frame painted all over his computer screen, your hair a mess, your kitchen even messier, humming happily despite how much of a disaster your recipe was turning out to be. But that was just a maybe.
"I'm glad you're the first person to listen to it," he went on.
"Am I?"
He nodded, humming softly.
"First person outside the studio to hear the whole thing. I'm happy you like it."
"I love it," you corrected him with a grin. "Thank you, for trusting me with it."
"That's more than alright."
You should have asked him when he was leaving for London. His first show the day after the release of his album would happen there, and you reckoned that his flight was booked in less than two days. You should have told him about how you wanted him to meet Gareth properly.
But you didn't. The moment felt too nice. Harry was so relaxed by your side, peaceful with his eyes closed like this, dishevelled and with the ghost of a smile gracing his lips. And you were too happy to just be holding him for a little longer.
So you didn't talk about any of the things that you should have said.
"Harry?"
"Hmmm?"
"Would you like to play monopoly with me?"
His smile widened and widened until it turned into a full toothy grin that could have lightened up the entire room.
He opened one eye to look at you.
"Challenge accepted."
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Review/Reaction of IT Chapter Two
Let’s just start right off the bat and let me just say that Bill Hader better get a fucking award for his performance.
Alright. Here we go y’all. im trying to stay in order with what happened but so much happened in the movie that my brain is just all over the place so excuse me while i try to form words
UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS
• first opening scene is a fucking LOT okay like i sobbed my eyes out and it was just not cool. adrian and his boyfriend? CUTE AF. Him getting brutally beat up and then killed by Pennywise while Don just watches? NOT CUTE AF
• Mike is a precious boy and I love him so. He cares about his friends so much holy shit. they all get mad at him for lying to them tho.But he only did it to protect them. Mike knew some SHIT(tm) our boy is so smart?? I’m glad they kept to his original storyline
• Older Bill gave himself so much shit this film and i just felt so bad. like we know it isnt ur fault okay?? We know you loved your brother, stop putting yourself down. also?? him becoming protective over dean? please stop my aching heart.
• Jessica Chastain owns my whole heart and she can kick my ass anyday. She plays Bev so well and captures young bev’s personality so well. her scene with mrs kersh was very weird. i knew the second she ran naked in the hall i’d be seeing some weird fucking shit okay
• Jay Ryan could kick me and I would personally thank him like?? wow what a man. He immediately recognizes bev when he first sees her and im just?? im happy. so many hidden new kids on the block reference and it had me fucking rolling in my grave
• JAMES FUCKING RANSONE MY DUDE OH LORD okay listen. he gives off young eddie’s panic and chaotic energy so perfectly i felt like i was watching him as an adult, who just never grew up. I think thats what he was going for honestly. He played eddie SO FUCKING WELL
• I’m so sad about stan. THats all you need to know okay. I’ll talk about his letter later on in this. Stan deserved better. that’s all.
• if you are not a fan of vomit you’re not gonna enjoy richie tozier. literally any time something bad happens hes just like ah shit here we go again *vomits* and honestly? that made me laugh. like hes just like oh shit something is happening let.. let me just.. no no its fine guys ill catch up.. EHBWFIJHDFSIJ no okay but bill hader stole the fucking show. his acting was phenomenal and,, again,, i’ll add more onto that later.
• richie scares the shit out of dean. because he thinks hes pennywise. but can you blame him? the kid just. stared at him all creepy and shit. but its so funny. the losers make fun of him bc he doesnt know his own lines from his acts and richies just like “I dont write my own material” and eddies just like “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT” dead. goodbye.
• Young losers were still my favorite part honestly. Eddie kept bouncing that stupid ball in stan’s face in the clubhouse and i was waiting for him to get punched in the face tbh. That didn’t even seem like eddie, that was Jack’s energy bursting through the seams lmfao
• young eddie runs into a fucking box and shrieks and if that isn’t me idk ewhdfiajksjdoi
• THE FUCKING. HAMMOCK. SCENE. okay listen to me. thats gay. hammocks are now gay. gays only. gay interacts only. the bickering between reddie had me in TEARS. eddie kept kicking at his face and just?? casually??? lays on him when richie wont move??
• stan’s fucking shower cap ehfdiujasdiosa and then richie being like “nobodys afraid of spiders stanley okay” and eddie slowly removes his because he cares what richie thinks more than spiders ok
• a flashback from after they defeated IT in the first move with reddie “eddie youve been gone for 24 hours your face is most likely on a milk carton by now” “shut up richie”
• yong Richie has me weak af this whole movie, like always. just getting on Eddie’s case. HE PINES SO HARD OH Y GOD Like wow my sweet boy is so fucking in love ouch. which?? BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT??
• THE ARCADE SCENE?? he checks out the kid standing next to him and tries to get him to hang out more and then the other kid tells him to stop being weird because he’s not gay, too, and then uses the F slur. richie was just so hurt. paul bunyun scene happens after that and hes just like “I just shit my pants” and i cried.
• pennywise screaming “lets play truth or dare, you wouldnt pick truth! you dont want them to know your secret” gave off the same energy as eddie’s leper blowjob scene from the book. same energy. do with that as you will.
• they had some flashbacks that included pennywise and im not sure if this was before or after they had defeated IT in the first movie but i interpreted it as after and if thats the case... hes supposed to be dead. but now thinking back on it, it was probably just more scenes before they put pennywise to rest for 27 years.
• young richie went to the kissing bridge after that and we ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE. fucking.. r + e :((( although we don’t see him carving the E. but reddie is canon so suck toes antis
• stephen king pretty much being like “I know u and ur endings really do suck” to bill when he comes to buy his bike was so fucking funny. it almost felt like a self insert lmfao. ALSO HIM MAKING BILL PAY 300 BUCKS FOR THE BIKE BC HE KNEW HE COULD AFFORD IT? iconic.
• richie and eddie opening the door to the dog had me laughing. pennywise was just mocking them at that point. they’d be such good dog dads and now im sad
• i was really confused because they added part of stan’s bar mitzvah?? like it wasn’t even the same from the first movie. like they should’ve just put the deleted scene in from ch. 1 and then added that part. thats one of my very few complaints. im slowly hiding them in here.
• henry bowers was kinda irrelevant in this honestly but thank you eddie for stabbing him and richie for killing him for trying to kill mike yall heroes
• BEVS BLOOD SCENE ?? CORRESPONDING WITH BENS BURIED ALIVE SCENE? poetic cinema. 10/10
• the big fight really disappointed me in all honesty. but i think thats because andy said he cut so much from there. i expect it to be better with the director’s cut
• eddie saving richie and then immediately being stabbed by pennywise’s claw? IM DEPRESSED.
• “Rich! rich, i did it! i think i killed him!” Our boy was so happy with himself :(
• eddie’s last words WERE NOT “i fucked your mom”. he was talking to richie and you can hear them talking while the rest are preparing to end pennywise. so im hoping we get that as a deleted scene.
• richie goes back to help finish pennywise but when he goes to check on eddie.. he’s dead. ://// and bev is like “richie, come on, honey.. im sorry” and richie does not want to believe him. he grabs and hugs eddie so tight i swear i could feel that hug from the audience.
• another thing im disappointed in and am sliding in is some of the animations? Like. fucking weird. but okay. luckily i didn’t care too much.
• THE SOB that richie lets out when he holds eddie really hurt my fucking soul jesus christ just kill me
• the losers try cheering him up after and like. thats their friend too but you can just totally tell he’s crying in a different type of grief. THAT WAS HIS FIRST FUCKING LOVE.
• they all remember after and thats really important to me okay
• stan writes letters and its spoken outloud while the other losers get little montages of what theyre doing with their life after the battle. Richie goes back to the kissing bridge and recarves- YES RECARVES AND YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE E BEFORE HE DOES- he recarves the E and while doing it, stan’s voice says “be proud of who you are” and im fucking cry ibg okay
• in the end, i give this movie a 7/10 rating. although some of the animations were weird and some of the flashbacks had pennywise in it (like hes supposed to be currently dead but ok... maybe nightmares??) the actors were PHENOMENAL and the chemistry between older richie and older eddie made me so happy. my ship is canon. but im still sad about stan and eddies death.
• ignoring canon in 3.. 2.. 1.. now
#it chapter 2#it chapter two spoilers#IT CHAPTER TWO#it chapter 2 spoilers#IT SPOILERS#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#bill denbrough#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#ben hanscom#stanley uris
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important reminders:
shi mei/mo ran will never be canon or endgame. if you've read the novel you know exactly why. so no, hyx literally can't be a het romance.
this is no cql/mdzs. it IS 2ha canon that before realizing he's in love with chu wanning, mo ran had 'feelings' for shi mei (no matter how misguided and superficial those feelings were) and tried to do something about it multiple times: tried to kiss him, confessing to him, etc. is it unfair that these things can be explicitly shown in the drama because shi mei was genderbent? yeah, it sucks. is the shi mei/mo ran romance something the hyx writers purposefully came up with to fuck up the story and piss off fans? no.
2ha can't be accurately adapted for censorship reasons, and y'all should be aware of this already. things might be added, others may be cut or squished together. this is a 50 episodes show, not the 300+ chaptered novel.
completely derailing from the original novel is not in tencent's interest, at least money wise. radically changing the plot and its characters can result in heavy backlash from fans and even boycotting and that = money loss. can't imagine them picking an explicit bl novel and making it het in order to... what? deliberately lose money?
pics and script leaks aren't always reliable, they tend to lack context and even might be fake. also, hyx hasn't finished filming yet.
so my advice is:
#hao yi xing#2ha#it's okay and pretty normal to be worried but we also need to have like. realistic expectations#and stop jumping into conclusions#otherwise y'all gonna be disappointed and stressed out before the show even airs#tp
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“I can’t just stop the car.” - (Single Dad) Roger x Reader (smut)
Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18/19/20… whatever you want her to be, so she’s legal. If I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)
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[A/N: Here you go. Keep those ideas flowing in because that’s how I’m writing all of this. Two anon ideas are in here - can’t credit you if I don’t know who you are! And if your idea is in here and I know who you are, thank you! And you know the rule: No 300, no next chapter. 😉]
You hated being away from him and the girls. It just hit you how much you hated it. You haven’t even been gone for an hour, and you missed him. You feel ridiculous. And when you were at the house this morning, you missed the girls. Really, really missed hearing them call out from the other side of the door asking for breakfast, missed cooking them breakfast, missed hearing their giggles.
You’re in your flat to get something to wear tonight. Freddie’s having the band and their “plus ones” over for dinner. Roger assumes it’s because Freddie has something important to throw at them, but nothing too serious since they were all told to being their ladies. You pull out your favorite white shirt from the closet and smile. This is the shirt you were wearing the first time you met Roger and the girls.
He was going on a date, and when you got to the house it was hectic. The girls were bouncing off the walls trying to figure out any way they could get him to stay home. When he opened the door, he looked exhausted. All you could do was chuckle, but quickly apologize because you didn’t want to make him think you were laughing at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor,” you said trying to hide you amusement. “You look like you could use some help.” That was the first time he flashed you his smile – that smile that still makes you weak in the knees even though you’ve seen it a million times.
You can still hear him introducing you to the girls for the first time, and how they asked you if you could fix their hair and put on their makeup so they could look like a princess, too. You never did ask them why they think you’re a princess. Maybe one day you will.
And you remember the conversation you had with him when he got home from his date. “She was absolutely dreadful,” he groaned after you asked how it went. “Boring. She’s a prude. I won’t call her again,” he chuckled before realizing that he wasn’t having this conversation with one of his buddies. He was embarrassed with himself, so much so that when he needed a babysitter the next week he almost didn’t call you. That second time - that’s when you felt that little tingle when you made eye contact with him when he opened the door. The third time was when you started wondering what he was like in bed. And, well, the fourth time is when you became so incredibly brazen you got him to fuck you.
Now? Well, now he’s taking you to dinner with his band mates at one of their houses and you’re wondering how in the hell you got from point A to point B. You’re also wondering how these people are going to react when you walk in that house with Roger. They’ve all met you – they met you at Live Aid. That’s when you were Y/N, the girls’ babysitter (or “the Princess” if the girls were introducing you). Now you’re Y/N, Roger’s “lady,” at least that’s what he called you the other day.
All of the nerves you allowed to build up vanished the second Freddie invited you in. You were so worried jokes were going to be made and that you were going to be the target of snarky comments, but none of that happened. “It’s the princess!” Freddie yelled with excitement when he saw you standing there with Roger. “It’s not every day we have royalty among us.”
Naturally, you’re dealing with a million questions from Brian and John’s wives, and you don’t mind answering them, because none of them are about your relationship, or whatever this is with you an Roger. They’re more interested in you, not pesky details. You’re sure they’re going to be snickering behind your back, because that’s what females do, but you’re determined to make the best of your time with them. And you’d spend more time with them, but Freddie? He won’t leave you alone. Not that you mind - he’s great. He insists on introducing you to all of his cats, which you find a bit odd, but it’s quite endearing. He’s funny and fun, and the more he drinks, the more rambunctious he becomes. Of course, the same goes for you… and there’s no shortage of alcoholic beverages. It’s gotten to the point where neither one of you even know what you’re drinking anymore – and it doesn’t matter. If it looks good, you’re drinking it. If something’s funny (and sometimes even when it really isn’t), you’re laughing at it. If you know the words, you’re singing it.
He’s more curious about you than the others are, but he makes sure not to put you at the center of attention when everyone’s together, which you’re immensely grateful for. Instead, he drags you upstairs to start his questioning about you, and you and Roger. “I knew this was going to happen,” he giggles as you sit on his bed as he’s showing you some new antiques he bought the day before. “You and Rog? I knew it was going to happen. I should have bet money on it.”
“You knew?” you laugh. “How? Was it that obvious?”
“Oh, darling, please. The way he put his arm around you when I met you at Wembley? He was marking his territory,” he smirks as he taps your arm. “Babysitter,” he chuffs. “That’s the best lie I ever heard.”
“It wasn’t a lie!” you laugh. “That’s how we met.”
“Ooh, scandalous!” he chides. “Well, I know for a fact he really likes you. If he didn’t he wouldn’t have brought you here tonight. Which would have been unfortunate, because you’re fun.” He quickly sits next to you and pats your leg. “But do tell me more. Who made the first move? I must know.”
“You’re naughty, Freddie,” you giggle. “So nosy.” You smirk and look at him. “Me. I did.”
He’s genuinely shocked and starts laughing. “And you call me naughty? You’re an absolute tart. I love you already.”
Everyone is starting to leave by the time the two of you make it back downstairs, and you see Roger waiting almost impatiently for you, his face not completely annoyed, but not completely pleased either. He holds his hand out to you as you get to the bottom of the stairs and tugs you along before you and Freddie get distracted again.
“Hey, Rog?” Freddie says as he puts his arm around you. “If you don’t keep her, I want her.”
“Don’t plan on getting rid of her, Fred.” He gently pulls you away from Freddie and gives you a quick kiss on top of your head.
“Can I borrow her sometime though? When Jim’s being reasonable and boring?”
“She’s not my property, Fred,” Roger says, trying to walk to the door.
“Good then you won’t mind if she comes out with me tonight.” He grabs your hand and you look back over to Roger. Freddie whispers jokingly in you ear, but loud enough for Roger to hear. “You don’t have to ask his permission, Princess. You’re not his property.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea tonight,” Roger groans, tugging on your arm.
“Oh, come on, Roger,” Freddie fusses. “Stop being…”
“Boring,” you giggle.
“I’m not being boring. You’ve had enough fun with Fred for one night, Y/N,” Roger grumbles in your ear.
You look up at him and smile. “Maybe I want to have more fun, Mr. Taylor.”
“Maybe I want to have some fun with you, Y/N.”
“That’s all you had to say, Mr. Taylor,” you reply with a smirk.
“Ooh is this foreplay?” Freddie giggles. “Do you two need a room?”
“No, Fred,” Roger chuckles, tugging at your arm again.
But you move away. “Why don’t you come with us, Rog?”
“Because I’m tired.”
“Well if you’re tired how can we have fun?”
“We’ll have fun, don’t worry.” He pulls you out the door, and you wave back to Freddie as Roger practically shoves you in the car.
When Roger gets situated and starts the car, you lean over and give him a kiss, and he starts to chuckle. "Y/N, stop it. I have to drive."
"So drive," you say with a mischievous smile, running your hand down his chest and onto his crotch.
“You better behave yourself,” he laughs, giving you a huge grin as he starts the car and pulls out of the drive.
“You said we can have fun.” You lean over and start undoing his pants and whisper. “So let me have fun.”
He looks over at you, searching your face for any hint of a joke, but he finds none. “You're serious, aren't you?”
“Yes,” you smirk. “I want you to cum in my mouth while you're driving.”
“You’re a maniac,” he says with a chuckle, but he doesn’t stop you from unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you from pulling his already hard cock from his pants. Instead he grips the steering wheel while your head goes straight into his lap and your warm hand wraps around his eager cock.
You hover your mouth over it, teasing him with the feel of your hot breath on the tip of his head. You pant lightly then take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, brushing your bottom lip and tongue lightly against the rim. His cock jerks in your hand and he thrusts his hips up, trying to push it into your mouth. You start to giggle.
"Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “Quit teasing me, babe." He grips the steering wheel tightly, rolling his hands back and forth. He’s staring at the road, so he jumps in surprise when he feels your mouth wrap around his throbbing head. One of his hands moves to the back of your head and he starts to massage your scalp, digging his fingers into your hair. He pulls your head up by you hair a little and then pushes it back down slowly.
You roll your tongue left to right around his shaft as he guides you, perfectly content letting him be in control of the pace while you’re focused on moving your hand to follow your lips as he fucks your mouth. A rousing moan echoes deep in your throat, and you enthusiastically take over working up and down his cock. His fingers untangled from your hair and he brushes his hand down the middle of your back.
You lift your head all the way up, pulling him out of your mouth. He looks down and you look up at him with a teasing smile on your face, and you hold your tongue out. “You sassy little tease,” he groans as you casually place his cock so the slit at the head sits right against the tip of your tongue, waited there for a few seconds before slowly pushing your tongue inside, softly wiggling it in and out.
He’s trying to keep his eyes on the road, but every he’s finding himself glancing up more than he’s glancing down. “You are going to have to quit playing around or you're going to make me crash this damn car,” he chuckles. Your lips close fast around the tip and suck him fast and deep down into your mouth. “Oh fuck, yes. That. Swallow me."
He grabs your hair tight between his fingers as your hand grips base of his cock, pumping up and down with your mouth. “I'm going to cum, Y/N. Don't stop. Keep sucking me just like that and I'm going to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” You start pumping up and down faster, reaching your hand down to squeeze his balls tight giving him the perfect amount of pressure. He erupts in your mouth with a loud groan. It takes all of his concentration to not drive off the side of the road as his orgasm tears through him. You sit up, quite pleased with yourself, his hand still holding your hair. “Give me a kiss, beautiful,” he says, pulling you to him before kissing you tenderly. “That was amazing,” he says with a smile, looking into your eyes.
“I know,” you giggle with a wink, and sit back in your seat and he puts a hand on your lap. “Pull over.”
He starts laughing. “I can’t pull over in the middle of…” He stops. “Are you feeling okay?”
You spread your legs open slightly, take his hand and move it to your crotch, looking straight ahead with a serious face. “I’m fine. I just want you to fuck me.”
“I can’t just stop the car,” he laughs. “We’ll be back at the house soon.”
“I can’t wait,” you groan, pushing his hand against you harder. “I really can’t wait.” You unbutton your pants and glide the zipper down. “I’m fucking aching, Roger.” You move his hand down the front of your pants, and he glides his fingers to the edges of your panties near your labia and runs his fingers back and forth along the pantyline, feeling out your smoothness. "Do it,” you whisper.
“I’m driving,” he laughs nervously.
“I fucking sucked your cock when you were driving,” you groan. “Come on. Please,” you beg harder. He groans, not out of frustration, and consents, working his fingers up and down you, occasionally pushing on your clit. Your breathing becomes labored in your mouth and your eyes close as he slips two fingers slowly underneath your panties and into you.
You let out a gasp, leaning your head back on the seat as he starts to pump in and out, slowly increasing his pace until he’s moving forcefully. You tense a little with each thrust. “Like that?” he whispers. “My girl likes that?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, unable to get anything else out. As he slides in and out harder and harder, he darts his eyes back and forth between you and the road, and you are already starting to reach your climax. “Fuck me with your fingers, Mr. Taylor,” you moan, encouraging him to push faster and harder. You completely tense up around his fingers and let out one final loud groan, shuddering and bucking up in the seat as he continues to stroke until you finish.
Once you relax, he pulls out his fingers and you watch as he licks off all of your sweetness. You lean over and kiss him once more and run your fingers in his hair. “Told you we’d have fun,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t have gotten that from a night out with Fred.”
You don’t even know how you got to bed, but you do know that you have a terrible hangover. When you wake up, Roger is standing next to the bed with an amused smile on his face. “How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Shhh,” you groan. “Too loud.” You reach over and grab a pillow and hold it to your face. “Close the curtains. It’s too bright.”
He tries not to laugh but he can’t stop it. “They are closed.” He squats down next to the bed and lowers his voice. “Here. Drink some water.” You sit up slowly and take the cup of water he brought for you. “You had a good time last night.”
“Don’t ever let me drink that much again,” you sigh. “I feel like I got run over by a train.” He takes the cup from you and you lay back down, and he climbs in bed and lays behind you, holding you close. “Thank you,” you whisper with a giggle. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers. “I still think you’re pretty, even if you did vomit in my loo.” He softly chuckles at your embarrassed groan and squeezes you tighter. “Don’t worry. You were the prettiest girl to ever puke in my bathroom.”
“I don’t remember anything,” you sigh. “Nothing after the car ride.”
“You didn’t miss anything, I promise,” he says, kissing your head. “Fred wants to get back in the studio in a few weeks,” he tells you. “In Munich.”
You’re not sure if he’s happy about that. You’re not sure how you feel about that either, really, but you can’t whine about it - it’s his job, after all. “So I guess I won’t be seeing you or the girls for a bit?”
“If their mother doesn’t learn how to be a mother you may get see them more than you think,” he says. “If you want. I can always get…”
“They can come stay with me,” you giggle. “They want to spend the night anyway.”
“Or you can all just stay here,” he says. “I’ll talk to her about it when she brings them back in a few days.” You start to get up, saying nothing, to go shower and brush your teeth. “Hey, you alright?”
“Of course I am,” you giggle. “I just feel disgusting. I need a shower. And a toothbrush.”
When you walk back in the room, wearing your shorts and one of his shirts he had hanging in the bathroom, you see him laying on the bed, his hands covering his eyes, deep in thought about something. You crawl on the bed and straddle over him. “What’s on your mind?” you ask, disrupting his concentration.
He smiles and puts his hands on your hips. “Just thinking, that’s all. I may bring the girls with me to Munich.”
“Leave them here. If she won’t keep them, I’ll be here,” you tell him. “You don’t need to worry about them when you’re working.” You groan and start to rub your temples, your headache not subsiding in the least. “My head is pounding.”
He grabs your hips tighter and starts to smirk. “I can help you with that, you know.” Just as he starts to sit up, the doorbell rings incessantly. “Whoever that is has terrible timing.”
You crawl off of him and lay down on the bed. “Please make them stop,” you whine, rubbing your head again. He chuckles and climbs off the bed, gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and closes the door before he rushes downstairs. You exhale a huge sigh of relief. He’s been wonderful, and it’s sweet that he wants to coddle you right now, but the quiet is so nice.
But it’s short-lived. The door creeps open very slowly, and quietly. “Y/N?” you hear a little voice whisper. “Are you okay?” You open your eyes and see Liv and Birdie standing there, looking concerned. “Daddy said you’re sick,” Birdie whispers.
“Hey, girls,” you smile and wave them in. “I’m okay. Just a headache.” Liv rushes over and jumps on the bed, laughing as she lays down next to you. “What are you doing back so soon?” You can hear Roger downstairs yelling at their mom, so you tell Birdie to close the door and come on the bed, too.
“We don’t like it over there,” Birdie offers. “We never see her and when we do she doesn’t talk to us.” She climbs on the bed too and lays on the other side of you. “That’s why we wanted to come back here.”
Even with the door closed, you can still hear the yelling coming from downstairs but you can’t make out what is being said. You’re trying to find a way to keep the girls from hearing them argue, so when Liv asks to turn the TV on, you happily tell her that she can. You quickly get out of bed, grab your jeans from last and rush into the bathroom to change before sneaking out the room.
“You should be thankful they have someone who gives a shit about them,” you hear him say quite angrily. “Don’t hate her because she’s here for them more than you are.”
Before she answers, she notices you standing on the stairs. “Maybe you should go home to mommy and daddy,” she swipes at you. “Leave the adult problems for the adults to handle.”
You’re speechless, for three reasons. One, you don’t want to get involved in any of this because you don’t feel like you have a right to say anything. Two, you don’t want to upset Roger. And three, your head hurts so much you can’t even think of anything to say. You want to swipe back at her, but you don’t. Instead, you silently walk into the kitchen to grab some medicine to help dull your headache.
“Just leave,” you hear him tell her quietly. “And keep your mouth shut. It won’t do anyone any good if you don’t.” He follows you into the kitchen after he closes the door and wraps his arms around you as you drink your water. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you home so the girls don’t bother you.”
You’re not worried about the girls. You’re worried about becoming tabloid fodder, and now your headache is getting worse. “She’s going to tell people, Roger.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do,” you mumble. “I’m not ready for any of this.”
He steps away and walks in front of you, clearly upset. “Are you embarrassed? Ashamed?”
“No, not at all,” you smile, holding your hand on his arm. “I just don’t…”
“I get it,” he says. “I do. But if we’re going to be together…”
“Are we?” you ask. “Because we never discussed any of this.” You start to laugh, and he doesn’t understand why, but he starts to laugh too. “I was just supposed to be the babysitter.”
He pulls you close to him and takes the glass of water out of your hand. “Well I think we’ve established the fact that you’re not just the babysitter anymore.” He runs his hands down your back and leans in for a kiss. “I’ll go get the girls and we’ll bring you home, alright?” You smile and nod your head before resting it on his shoulder. “And I think there’s a couple of people I need to properly meet and talk to.”
And now your headache is getting even worse. “Do you have to?” you groan. “Can’t we forget they exist?”
“No,” he chuckles softly. “Call your parents later when you’re feeling better and find out when they’re free for dinner.”
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episode 22 and adaptations
Actually, I do want to talk about it! I feel like episode 22 encapsulates my “weird” feelings towards the anime adaptation and how it has cut and reframed certain things. It’s not bad? Just weird.
Spoilers for the Plunderer anime and for the manga, up to chapter 36.
prefacing all of this with a general note: if you’ve only seen the anime, please read the manga. You’re valid, I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying the anime, but please read the manga because as horny as Minazuki is (and the man is . . . very, very much so), his art is also amazing and some of his panels deserve a second, third, or even a fourth look. The little details here and there actually crop up later and become important, and it’s just great. Chapters 46 - 53 are some of my favorite in media in a long, long time and I absolutely cannot wait until they’re released in an official capacity so I can fork over my money for them.
(seriously, you guys don’t know how hard I’ve tried to legally purchase volume 13. I want to give my money to this series so bad.)
This will also be a little scattershot and bounce around between other episodes, so apologies in advance. I’m trying to double-check chapters and whatnot as I go but if I get something wrong or miss something, please don’t hesitate to correct me in the replies! I’ve been watching the anime through Funimation’s site -- dubbed up through episode 11 and then subs from then on.
Adaptations! Adaptations. By their very nature, they are not a 1:1 sort of thing. A lot of times, you’ll hear people say “read the book” when a movie adaptation of said book comes out. This is because by its very nature, a movie adaptation simply can’t capture everything in the book -- nor should it. Little things will slip through the cracks. This doesn’t make the movie adaptation bad, necessarily, just that it loses something.
By the same token, if someone tried to do a direct 1:1 adaptation of a book where, say, the book is used as a script (which is an extremely bad idea for so many reasons, please have a script oh my goodness), chances are it’s not going to be a very good movie. There are musicals, for example, where when filmmakers try to make them into films, they flop because they’re not “cinematic.” The directors didn’t take into account the shift in mediums or, more likely, they sorely underestimated it. Understandable, since it’s two visual mediums, but still.
This is all leading up to me talking about Plunderer, I swear.
Manga to anime is a tricky, tricky thing. A manga has [X] amount of pages to work with, depending on if it’s a weekly or monthly series (or even some different increment!). The author, then, has to structure their chapters accordingly, moving things along to keep the reader interested while also controlling the ebb and flow of the story. Note how when the chapters end, they’re engineered to keep you wanting to read more!
Anime is similar in that respect, except the crew has 20-22 minutes to fill over the course of 12 to 24 episodes depending on the series order. Plunderer, ftr, had a 2 “cour” order from the get-go. They have to plan out the series as a whole, figuring out certain things like, where will the season end? What are the big beats, when will we hit them? Etc. It’s no coincidence that the “school” arc started right around episode 12, which is the halfway point of the series; note how there was that filler episode with Hina and Lynne cooking, after all.
When I started watching the anime after reading the manga, I assumed they’d end the season with, roughly, the end of chapter 36. It’s a nice “resolution” to a lot of things that had been building up over the series. Hina and Licht are finally together, Licht has resolved to keep his mask off and face the future, Jail has a new direction, Lynne -> Licht is basically resolved, and Pele’s layers finally get peeled back just a bit.
I saw some predictions online that they’d leave off at the cliffhanger in chapter 39 and while that’s a good guess, in terms of narrative ebb and flow for an anime, it doesn’t really line up. They’d really have to rush some stuff (Charles!! i love you, charles) to get there and in terms of a product that they want to be able to market in several territories, it makes more sense to give it some feeling of resolution. That said, what’s more likely along that vein is us potentially getting some sort of stinger at the end of episode 24 with one character talking to That Certain Character, and us getting a brief, shadowy shot of said character to make people go “ohhhhh shit, dude.”
but idk this anime has made some strange choices.
Going into that! I’ve mentioned this here and there and talked about it with a friend, but the choices the anime has made in terms of adaptation is, uh, pretty strange at times. When changes get made, my instinct is to try and think through why they were changed and, ultimately, if it really affects the story in any way. If I went through the entire anime, it would be an extremely dull read; please know, however, that I am forever sad we missed Jail’s computer antics and Pele being the ultimate shit when it comes to Nana’s video, even if I understand why they were cut.
That said, episode 22 is a perfect example of this, so uh. Let’s dive in, shall we?
The chapters that episode 22 covers are chapters 33 and 34. The events leading up to it are pretty much the same, but episode 22 contains some divergences. Going through them quickly:
We see more of Pele and Hina trying to stop Douan from going after Lynn.
Sonohara doesn’t show up during this confrontation. Hina gets her “the body was too clean” line instead.
Because Sonohara doesn’t show up, it’s Douan who attacks Lynn instead, causing her injuries with rocks. In the manga, Sonohara shows up, is drugged by Douan, and shoots a couple of bullets at Lynn.
Nana is just randomly lurking around?? In the manga, it’s clear she got caught at the same time. I’m really not sure what was up in the anime. Douan just yanks her out from behind a wall.
Douan sits with Nana, Hina, and Pele until morning, telling them he’ll kill them at dawn if Licht doesn’t show up. In the manga, he sits back and lets Sonohara terrorize them with a game of Russian Roulette, and Hina promptly (without words) calls Sonohara’s bluff.
Jail doesn’t show up in this episode at all. Instead, Hina gets his “did you check?” line.
We actually see Nana leave with Pele when he takes Lynn off. It looks like we’re going to actually see Doctor Pele in action, maybe? Hina is later sent off to help them.
Sonohara shows up towards the end, already drugged. Based on Douan’s line, it’s assumed that she was drugged off screen by the Secret Service. In the manga, he forcefully injects her.
The end of the episode sets up episode 23 to be Licht vs. Douan and Sonohara, with the preview showing Jail jumping into the fray.
whew, that’s a lot.
I actually get why most of these changes were made! Setting up the penultimate episode of the series to be this big battle is a necessary change for an anime. And narratively speaking, this is much cleaner than it was in the manga, where Sonohara shows up briefly at the beginning of chapter 33, is drugged, and then basically exists to be crazy and antagonize people. It’s less balls in the air for the staff to have to juggle and for the audience to follow.
Douan’s character also gets some more depth. It’s funny because I feel like in the anime, he’s much more cruel than he was in the manga originally -- which is a feat, let me tell you. The anime flipped that in this episode, though, by not having Douan force the drugs onto Sonohara.
The manga frames it as him doing it because he believes he knows what’s best for her, he’s trying to protect her in his own awful way, but it’s also, you know . . . nonconsensual as hell and gross on so many levels. This takes that off his shoulders which is a good change, honestly.
But we lose some little character moments for the others in terms of streamlining. I think the thing that bums me out the most is Jail’s stuff. In the manga, after the confrontation with Alan, Jail steps in, calls Sonohara out and snaps her out of her drugged stupor without much of a fight (”without conviction, your bullets can’t pierce me”) and then slaps down the iron throne, telling Douan to shut up because Licht is coming. Chapter 34 ends with him just dead-eye staring at Douan like yeah, it’s annoying, but look. You’re the one who calls him a cockroach. Jail saying “did you check?” is a major mic drop moment and it’s basically when, from then on, Jail does not give a single flying fuck about the barons / aces.
It definitely should be noted that some of these Jail moments will probably pop up in other ways in the next episode. I fully expect the bit about Sonohara’s bullets to come up, at least.
We lose out on Sonohara stuff too, though. She willingly throws herself into the lion’s den, shooting at Douan to distract him for long enough to allow Lynne to get away. It’s Sonohara who points out that Licht’s body was too clean -- something that makes more sense as someone who’s known him for 300+ years, knows what it means to be a baron / ace, and wasn’t immediately dragged off by the Secret Service. Her then terrorizing them while drugged is also a moment because when she forces Nana to play Russian Roulette, Hina immediately grabs the gun and points it at her head, firing all the “shots.” It’s empty, showing that despite the drugs, Sonohara didn’t want to kill them and Hina knew that all too well.
with all that said, I should note here that it’s entirely possible this scene will show up in some form next episode. Sonohara is still drugged and Hina, Nana, and Pele are all together in the bunker that is right nearby. I kind of doubt it given how the episode is framed and because narratively, it makes more sense to focus on the Licht vs. Douan and Sonohara -> Licht and Jail vs. Douan and Sonohara fight than to have Sonohara split off to randomly terrorize them, but. Like I said, this anime has made some strange choices.
Of course, character moments we get instead are Hina and even Pele being metal as hell. As much as I’m flapping my hands about losing the little character moments for Jail and Sonohara, it’s clear that they thought about how to utilize those moments while streamlining things, and they do work for Hina. And honestly, it’s really nice to see more stuff with her and Lynn? They get some cute panels later on in the manga (think chapter 55), but I like ladies and I like some lady solidarity. And Hina getting those little moments is on the same level as her straight up pointing a gun at her head all “you won’t kill me.”
and on a selfish note, I am actually really excited to see Pele tend to Lynn. The anime has been good about fleshing them out more and giving them little moments. My little shipper heart is delighted.
In the end, does it change much? Not really. These are small things, ultimately, just like how we didn’t lose much with the added filler and cut moments during the school arc. It’s all ultimately in the name of adaptation and while it’s weird, it’s not necessarily “bad.” It’s jarring for me as someone familiar with the manga (and having stared at some of these panels for so long, I’ve gotten really familiar with it), but thinking on it critically, yeah, I can see why.
they better damn well do the “how did you know I could do surgery?” scene in the last episode though or I will be super bummed, okay.
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CARNIVAL recaps [1/13]
These will be full recaps of Carnival, the JDC book between Carnival Eve (recapped here) and Carnival Day (will be recapped as soon as this one is done). It's necessary to know the events of Cosmic, Joker and Carnival Eve before tackling this one. (The Saimon Family Case isn't ultra necessary, but it certainly helps.)
Carnival on its own has 26 episodes, each one spanning a week. They’re told completely out of chronological order. A note at the beginning encourages the reader to either experience them in this weird sequence (“the reader method”), or use the list provided to read them in chronological order (“the writer method”). The recap follows the reader’s way.
This and the next book are intentionally written to be VERY confusing and will constantly jump between places, times and characters. There are dates at the beginning of chapters, but they won't necessary mean a chapter happens exactly in that timeframe. There are tons and tons of characters. GOOD LUCK.
As for content warnings, there will be suicide, a lot of death and grieving in general, mental illness, a global virus pandemic, poorly handled Nazis, and also the author can’t write gay people.
Today’s recap: Christmas on Easter, S-detectives galore, broken gaydars, and the author letting you know early that he won’t hesitate to kill major characters.
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[PART 1 — CARNIVAL ACT]
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ONE
23 Nov 1996 — 29 Nov 1996
EASTER ISLAND
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Now that it's been over three months since the Crime Olympics began on August 10th, the estimated death toll has reached over four hundred million.
Each Saturday a great tragic incident happens somewhere in the world at exactly 1 PM local time. A mysterious terrorist organization RISE announced that it’s the doing of the Billion Killer, an omnipotent being with no tangible form.
While the Billion Killer is fearsome, most of the deaths happen due to other causes. RISE’s “Invisible Soldiers” (IS for short) are stealthily killing people, and the global crime rate is on the rise. Some call it an Invisible War. There’s also a new disease called Alive [or Arrive? can be either word] spreading around and killing people in droves with its extremely low survival chance.
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Christmas Mizuno has recently been staying on Easter Island. While there, he makes friends with a blind girl called Joyeeta, the daughter of the owner of the inn that Christmas is staying at.
Before he came here, Christmas had assisted Ryuuguu Jounosuke in investigating one of the Billion Killer’s cases in Peru. While they were there, Ryuuguu suddenly collapsed in fever brought on by the Alive disease, but had the extreme luck to recover after a short period of coma. But after he woke up, he seemed… different, and in an unusually brash way told Christmas to basically fuck off and try to find any clues on the Easter Island.
Christmas was confused by the sudden change in Ryuuguu, but at least glad about him surviving. So much has already been lost in the Crime Olympics. The JDC building’s explosion in August killed close to 300 out of 350 members of the organization. Christmas’s beloved Kasumi Fuyuka was dead, and they couldn’t even find Ajiro Souji’s body in the rubble.
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When Christmas and Joyeeta are riding around the island, she suddenly says in her poor English that “a giant bird is falling”, and immediately afterwards they hear a rumbling sound and feel vibrations like that of an earthquake. Christmas assumes a plane has crashed and they speed up towards the beach.
It turns out the Moai statues have suddenly fallen over and killed a lot of tourists. Between the bodies lies the sixteenth skull of the Billion Killer; these are strangely glistening skulls made out of yet unidentified material, that so far are suspected to be symbolic “medals” of the Crime Olympics, one skull being left on each crime scene of the Billion Killer.
One of the dead tourists managed to draw a dying message in the sand: a simple image of a flying bird (?) and the letters NAS next to it.
When they return to town, they discover Joyeeta’s father had died around the same time the statues fell, stabbed with a yet unknown weapon in a pool full of other people. Christmas thinks a lot about how the impact of this one death is lost next to the more flashy Billion Killer case.
Joyeeta believes that “the bird” may have been brought here by her dead older sister Tierra as revenge, and that it killed their father. Tierra had been once attacked by a guest, pushed him in self-defense and accidentally killed him, which made the enraged father beat her and kick her out. Tierra was found dead on the beach later.
Despite being fed this entire sob story, Christmas already suspects that it was Joyeeta who killed her father, but leaves that be.
He can't guess the trick behind the Moai case. What did the bird and NAS mean? The Nazca bird drawing? Or maybe a NASA space shuttle crashed near the island? Unable to figure out much, Christmas eventually goes back to Peru to reunite with Ryuuguu and investigate the Nazca lines just in case.
After he leaves, we the readers learn that the blind girl named Joyeeta was the one who had died, and Tierra was just pretending to be her. After Joyeeta’s death, Tierra had found a dagger on the beach and prayed to the Moai asking for her father to die somehow. When she checked the beach later, the dagger wasn’t there—and now it seems like the Moai heard her wish.
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Thinking again on how Joyeeta's father could have been killed, Christmas reasons out that he was stabbed when everyone’s attention was focused on the rumbling and noise. It’s like that saying about “the magician's left hand”—an illusionist distracts the audience with his right hand while really performing the trick with his left.
If something had enough force to topple the Moai statues, maybe it would also be able to fling a knife into the victim somehow. Or maybe Christmas is just rambling again, but hey, wandering around in confusion until he bumps into a solution is his reasoning method after all.
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TWO
30 Nov 1996 — 06 Dec 1996
NAZCA LINES
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When Christmas arrives in Peru a week after the Moai case, another weird incident has already happened: the terrain inside the eye of the Condor of the Nazca lines was burned in a pattern resembling a crop circle, yet another skull of the Billion Killer found in the center. There were no victims of the incident.
Christmas, Ryuuguu, Jouka (dressed completely in white which complements Ryuuguu’s black nicely) and the local guide investigate the scene.
Ryuuguu really changed after going through Alive. While he still has all his quirky mannerisms, he acts colder and Christmas gets the unsettling feeling that his usually friendly colleague now hates his guts. What’s more, Ryuuguu recently proposed to Jouka, which came completely out of the blue for someone seemingly as uninterested in relationships. Almost like he’s a whole other person.
Ryuuguu eventually leaves them to board a Cessna with the guide so they can examine the Nazca lines from above. Christmas talks with Jouka. She also noticed the change in their fellow detective, but accepts that nobody stays the same forever.
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The Cessna crashes.
The guide survives for long enough to explain the accident. Something weird happened to the engine and made them crash. Up until the last moments Ryuuguu encouraged the guide to escape while staying calmly in his seat. His last words were:
“So this is fate… nothing can save you from it… Ryuuguu Jounosuke dies here...”
Detectives aren’t exempt from death. Four million people die every day in the Crime Olympics, Ryuuguu and the guide being just a tiny fraction of that number. Accidents happen. Christmas knows this, but the shocking news are still too much to handle. Jouka starts wearing black.
Christmas thinks that maybe it wasn’t a complete accident. Maybe Ryuuguu was aware of how much the disease changed him and gave up on life. It’s been confirmed that he showed up at the plane’s checkup that day, which someone with his talent for breaking machines would never do to avoid touching something important by accident.
Jouka believes it could have been murder, but can’t guess the details. She says cryptically that she’s certain that “Jounosuke died, but Ryuuguu is still alive”. Christmas desperately wants to believe this means there were TWO Ryuuguus present, one of them a disguised stranger. The real Ryuuguu caught on and sabotaged the engine, thus killing the imposter.
But no matter how hard they hope and investigate, they have to accept that the person who was at the checkup and who died in the crash was the same original Ryuuguu Jounosuke, and he will never come back again.
The only thing they may do is to turn away from the unchangeable past and focus on the future.
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THREE
24 Aug 1996 — 30 Aug 1996
STONEHENGE
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Hikimiya Yuuya was lucky enough not to be in the JDC building when it exploded, but it still had a giant emotional impact on him. So many people died, Ajiro Souji went missing, and some like Kirika Mai are still fighting for their life in the hospital.
The Billion Killer struck once again on August 24th, this time causing pieces of the famous Stonehenge to fall over and kill some tourists, the mandatory glistening skull found at the scene. On the same day a similar case happened in France: over a hundred people were killed when the famous Carnac Stones somehow fell on their heads, as if they had been teleported high into the air.
Hikimiya is staying at the Paris headquarters of the international detective organization DOLL, which occupies a large building complex surrounding the Place des Vosges. He’s tasked with assisting one of only seven S-rank detectives in the world. Seven may seem like very few, but it’s actually a lot; often there was just a single S-detective in existence for years, and having more than four at once was unheard of until the last few decades. In comparison, there are over five thousand registered A-detectives.
JDC isn't looking too good in the rankings. They do have two S-ranks (Ajiro and Juku) and one A-rank (Yaiba), but Kirika is C-rank, Jounosuke and Nemu are both D, and poor, poor Hikimiya never rose above an F.
The book gives us a handy list of S detectives, all of which will be highly relevant later. (In order: name — official DOLL title — less official DOLL nickname)
Zerofini Roi — Armchair Leader — Madame Alpha (from France)
Lemuria Sullivan — Knight in Night — Herr Omega (from Spain)
Desert Colosseum — Deus Ex Machina — Frau D (from Germany)
Ronely Queen — Whodunnit Magician — Mistress Queen (from USA)
Souji Ajiro — Philo Sphere — Mister Dick (from Japan)
Firannu Meiruneshia — Locked Empress — E-Mail (from Italy)
Juku Tsukumo — God of Detectives — Jukebox (from Japan)
[I still can’t believe it’s spelt Ronely Queen, and I have long given up on trying to find the correct way to romanize Meiruneshia's name. And I know that Ajiro’s nickname probably comes from “detective” just like Dick Gumshoe, but. MISTER DICK. Who’s responsible for this.]
A person chosen to be an S-detective stays listed as one until their death is confirmed. They will still be considered S-detectives even if they’re kicked out of DOLL (Lemuria Sullivan apparently was, but that's a story for another time).
Strangely enough, all of the S-detectives (aside from Lemuria) can speak fluid Japanese, the official explanation being that Firannu is a giant nerd interested in Japan and infected everyone with enthusiasm towards learning the language.
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Hikimiya and Desert Colosseum / Frau D are both experts in data analysis. Their work room aside from the traditional shelves full of files also hosts a giant supercomputer, which is affectionately called Egg Mac because of its egg-shaped dome that the operator enters to access the interface.
Despite the nickname, Frau D is a guy. He’s a heavy corpulent man with a charming round face and a weird hairstyle that makes Hikimiya think of a plant (cut short in the back and sides, the rest grown into a slightly green tuft). He has a fastidiously kept thin moustache and skin that’s way too nice for a dude in his early thirties. He’s strangely fashionable too. Really likes chewing gum and popcorn.
Hikimiya has several problems with the man. One, Frau always calls him the equivalent of “boy”, which feels condescending, even though Hikimiya really is like a decade younger and pretty naive. Two, Frau loves stupid pranks like pretending he’s dead, and it’s hard to tell whether he says something seriously or in jest. Three, he changes the number lock to their work room all the time, so Hikimiya has to sit outside and painstakingly figure out the new code.
Frau states that Hikimiya is the one who should mature, learn how to keep cool, and examine the situation carefully instead of relying on preconceptions (and so falling for something like that death prank). He thinks Hikimiya may already be an E-rank detective, maybe even a D-rank, and Frau just wants to help polish his skills.
It’s true that Hikimiya now needs barely an hour to break the number lock instead of half a day… but it’s still insufferable.
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Hikimiya also meets DOLL’s leader and the single best detective in the world, Madame Alpha. At first sight she seems to be a pretty normal friendly lady. She looks a lot like Angela Lansbury in Murder She Wrote and has that particular calming mom energy.
Hikimiya is a little awkward with introductions, which makes Frau poke fun at him, to which Madame just advises Hikimiya to never take anything Frau says too seriously. (“But I’m always serious~”, Frau responds.)
Madame states that she already found the culprit of the Carnac Stones case, talked with him, and he promised to go to the police station and turn himself in. (Frau criticizes her naivety, to which she responds like “it’s my case, I do what I want”.) But Madame already knows that it's not the case that Hikimiya wanted to ask about—rather, he wants to know if Ajiro Souji really died in the explosion. As expected from the greatest detective in the world, it's like she's reading his thoughts.
Madame’s unique and for now unexplained Zero Reasoning tells her that Ajiro Souji is still alive.
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Later Hikimiya admits to Frau that he was surprised about Madame actually being a woman, considering that Frau is a man despite his nickname.
Frau explains that the nickname comes from the fact that in a way, he’s the actual Desert Colosseum's "wife" (Frau D = Frau Desert Colosseum). You see, Frau on his own is simply a talented A-detective. The one called Desert Colosseum is actually the advanced AI of the Egg Mac, and when Frau uses it for data analysis, together they reach the power equivalent to that of an S-rank detective.
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FOUR
31 Aug 1996 — 06 Sept 1996
CAPPADOCIA
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Hikimiya meets up in a cafe with two of his colleagues who have just arrived in France to investigate the Carnac Stones case (Madame found the culprit, but the trick itself has yet to be explained). It’s Tsukumo Nemu and Ryuuguu Jounosuke, who have been investigating as a great duo lately.
Jounosuke and Nemu had been lucky enough that they were leaving the JDC building at the time of the explosion, so they came out pretty much unscathed. Nemu still worries about Kirika, but Jounosuke as always is good at putting others at ease with his words. Perhaps it’s because he treats words and languages as dear friends, and always takes great care using them. ...but then he also has all those mannerisms like talking about himself in third person, or calling everyone with a gendered suffix -shi or -jou instead of the expected -san.
Jounosuke gets persuaded to try the local sweet apple tea instead of his usual coffee. The waiter still accidentally brings coffee, and Jounosuke even dumps a bunch of sugar into it on reflex before they have it taken back. Hikimiya says that the tea is already sweet and doesn't need sugar, but Jounosuke's sweet tooth is a hard enemy to defeat. They exchange friendly banter, then Jounosuke out of nowhere tells Hikimiya a riddle, and when surprised Hikimiya can’t find the right answer, Jounosuke triumphantly adds just a tiny amount of sugar into the tea, because hey, he won, he deserves it.
Hikimiya enjoys the stupid banter, but still can’t fully relax because of something that happened the previous day...
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When he and Frau were at work yesterday, they got news about a new case, this one in Cappadocia. The Billion Killer had somehow managed to instantly burn down the entire rock monastery together with a movie crew, so that only the rock base and yet another skull remained. Frau asked Hikimiya to gather data about the place in the library.
Cappadocia is a quite popular and mysterious tourist spot. There are even wacky theories about the underground city having been an ancient nuclear shelter. Apparently, naturally formed ancient layers with glass have been found in many deserts, and some theorize they had been created by the heat of ancient nuclear explosions. Hikimiya thinks this ancient nuclear war theory is as interesting as it is depressing. Maybe humans really don’t change.
Hikimiya was pretty upset with his day and with Frau, but at least he was looking forward to meeting Nemu and Jounosuke again.
As expected from a detective said to know even tomorrow's news, Frau D already knew about his protégé's future meeting and asked if Nemu was Hikimiya’s girlfriend. When Hikimiya said she wasn't, Frau casually asked if Jounosuke was his boyfriend, then, because from what Frau could see, Hikimiya’s utterly happy expression probably meant he was about to meet with a loved one. Hikimiya sputtered and insisted they’re all just good friends. [Oh Hikimiya, if only you knew what your pixiv tag looks like...]
Frau was still looking at him seriously, so Hikimiya just tried to give him the data on Cappadocia that he had asked for. But Frau then stated he didn't need it, because he had already investigated the topic by himself in full—he just wanted Hikimiya to learn how to use sources instead of blindly accepting information from another person.
Hikimiya’s frustration with his own helplessness and the world hit a peak at this moment, and before he could blink, he was already rambling out completely irrational angry nonsense, like “then why are you keeping me here if I'm so useless, oh I get it, you’re gay and only chose me as an assistant from the DOLL database because of my looks rather than my skills”.
Hikimiya himself wasn’t sure where the hell this line came from. Maybe because he was often perceived as gay despite not swinging that way at all [here described as “being normal”, fuck off], so he was just subconsciously directing any self-doubt away from himself. Or maybe he was afraid of people targeting him for his body or something.
...and also because Frau had once taken him to a place widely known for its gay clientele. That happened too. [Hikimiya, honey, I'm sorry to say this, but if it took you this long to realize a guy who invited you to THE Club Banana Café on a go-go night was gay, then I question your detective skills.]
Frau was at first shocked at this outburst, but then calmed down and asked, “How did you know that I’m gay?” [What do you mean how, you literally took him to- you know what, let's just settle on both these guys being absolute dumbasses.]
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...so even now when he’s with his friends in a cafeteria Hikimiya can’t fully relax, because he’s still dreading the possibility that oh god, what if the man he’s currently stuck working under really just wants him for his body? Frau told him not to worry, sexual harassment was not at all his thing and he wouldn’t force anyone into a relationship, BUT WHAT IF. [Are we really doing the predatory gay trope? Are we really? Sigh.]
Anyway… they talk about the Crime Olympics some more, and Hikimiya and Jounosuke continue to banter like brothers.
Suddenly there’s a commotion. The waiter that served the detectives’ table stumbles over towards Jounosuke and vomits blood before falling dead.
Jounosuke takes it upon himself to investigate the death. He talks to the chef to learn what happened, then comes back to his friends with a weird expression.
He discovered that the spoon in the sugar bowl at their table didn’t have any fingerprints on it. Of course neither Hikimiya nor Nemu used it (the sweet tea didn't need sugar) and Jounosuke as always had his gloves on, but it’s weird that other patrons who had been sitting there earlier didn’t leave fingerprints.
The only explanation is that any fingerprints were wiped away by the murderer while he was adding poison to the sugar. The waiter probably accidentally poisoned himself with the sweetened coffee he took back to the kitchen. The incident likely wasn’t even a murder attempt directed specifically at the detectives, but just another one of the thousands of everyday chaotic crimes of the Crime Olympics. Jounosuke was incredibly lucky to have used only a little bit of the sugar for his tea. Hikimiya unwittingly saved his life.
Jounosuke can't stop blaming himself for the waiter’s death. Hikimiya knows that this feeling of guilt is partially born from the memory of that time in Geneijo when he couldn’t protect Souya. Hikimiya wasn’t even there at the time, so he has no idea what to say to Jounosuke to cheer him up. Just like every day in the Crime Olympics, he’s just left cursing his own helplessness.
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So I’ve been reading Temperature of the Heart, and you’ve mentioned how you have the whole thing written already. Can you describe what that’s like? What’s your writing process? How long does it take for you to write everything start to finish? Do you plan it all out or just kind of wing it? How long do you sit in an idea before you start?? Sorry about all the questions, I’m just so curious >_
bro!!! are you sure i will scream about writing for days omg
first of all THANK YOU its so freaking cool that you came to ask your questions and that you like my writing, im still sort of getting used to my writing not just being garbage that i read in the dark at 2am and never share with anybody, and i am always excited to answer questions waaaah
(THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG I APOLOGIZE IM PUTTING A READING BREAK IN CAUSE I WENT OFF BRO, IM THE WOOOOORST)
my process is pretty weird, it’s kind of all over the place? I’m kind of a halfway planner halfway pantser. I have an idea and usually make some disjointed notes about character and the main idea, in my phone or maybe on a google doc, and then a pinterest board maybe? Something to get excited about, a visualization. I ALWAYS tell myself im going to make an outline first and then i ALWAYS just jump right into writing because I’m too excited/impatient to wait. give me words on a page. give me dialogue.
Usually when I’m a little bit into the project, when i know that I’m not going to abandon it to the depths off where my WIPs go to die (rip like literally over 300 individual and unique works, this is NOT an exaggeration, you should see my document bank its gross) Ill say “ok fuck you sami its time to actually know where you’re going” and I’ll sit down and make the grossest outline you have EVER seen. like im talking, my outlines are littered with memes, me yelling at myself, actual stuff thats going to end up in the final project, and just general random garbage? its so gross. Ive literally only showed one of my outlines to one person ever (hi akira!) bc im super self conscious of them and hate the way that i write them. making an outline usually sucks up an entire day of writing. they’re pages and pages because some parts will be INCREDIBLY specific and other parts will be so vague you dont even know
From there, when im done with my garbage outline, (after going back through what I’ve written and fixing the shit that was just me going off like a psycho) I usually start writing in earnest. I’ll highlight the parts of the outline that I’ve done and I’ll go back and check it often to make sure im following through on my plans and the character arcs and such, making sure that everything ties in and such. This section is me like. every day getting home from work or whatever and sitting down at the computer and not moving until 2am, this is the section where i forget to eat and I dont sleep enough and i forget to drink water or take my vitamins and I do word sprints with myself and have days where I write 10 thousand words in one sitting. (very not healthy and also terrible i do NOT recommend) this is the section where I’ll handwrite anything i can in the back of classes and at rehearsals because im pouring out words.
during this section I go back and edit ENDLESSLY. i cannot write something and just let it be. I go back to the section I wrote the night before, I go back to the section I just wrote, i go back to the very beginning. I generally dont have to do 1st 2nd 3rd draft this way, but it is much more time consuming as Im just writing. i dont know if i reccommend this its a MESS
THeN once i finish writing the whole thing, i sit down and reread/edit the whole thing once through. this makes sure i have good flow, the paragraphs go together well, the prose feels right to me, timelines make sense. during this time i make ENDLESS paper notes with calendars, section notes, additions, drabbles, thoughts about my own shit. i have notebooks full of just garbage. im not kidding. full notebooks.
Once I finish that read/edit through I’m usually happy. only once something is completely finished will I consider posting. I go back too much, I add shit, I can’t let go of shit, not until it’s done. While I’m posting - I go through the chapter I’m going to post with a fine tooth comb, try to catch any tiny little mistake, add words here and there, but never change anything large if I can help it. Then i format it on Ao3 (this is literal hell, fuck the HTML editor it wants me to die) and then post it. Deciding to post a chapter to actually hitting ‘post’ usually takes me 1-4 hours, depending on the length, the difficulty of formatting, and how many goddamn links i wanna put in the chapter notes cause im the worst~ (insert jean ralphio voice)
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LISTEN im probably super extra but I’ve been writing since I was in sixth grade (thats twelve years! time is an enigma and i hate it!) and so I have a bit of practice, i have a bit of experience and while I’m not the best me that I can be, I KNOW myself, and this is just what works best for me.
As for timing - it depends on the length of the project and how motivated I am. It took me about a month to write Royal (~50k), just a little over a month to write All Might’s All Night Shop Stop (~75k), and just about two months to write Temperature of the Heart (~115k). I try to post every few days, because as a person I hate waiting and I don’t want to do that to my readers!
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As for the ‘how long do i sit on an idea before writing it’ it really depends. Some things I will receive inspiration or a sliver of an idea and start writing it in the next ten minutes, even if I have to stop working on something I’m already working on, because that was Brain Has Decided. Sometimes I will consider an idea for like. months before actually doing it. I’ve had the idea for FBoW (the newest thing im working on oops? have i told anybody about this NO cause that will make it REAL) since before I started Royal, which was like. Last november. But I just couldnt quite do it for some reason, and it wasn’t pressing. My brain is super broken, and a lot of times I get sick over ideas. I can’t sleep or eat until I’ve written, and I will repeat phrases to myself until i can get them out of my head by writing them down. (Sometimes this is something nice or poetic - “The golden hour lights up the whole world, wiggling its fingers into every nook and cranny, lighting up two people lounging on a bench-swing, someone leaned onto porch stairs with a mug of tea, the space between those walking down a dirt road, a couple of dogs laid out on the deck.” and other times its literally “Ranch Fiddlesticks.” I’m not kidding. i have a note in my phone that says ranch fiddlesticks because I was actually going to Die if i didnt write it down.)
I do wish my brain didn’t do this - but I guess it makes some fun art, doesn’t it?
WOW OKAY THIS WAS SO LONG im so sorry jesus christ. SOrry i will ALWAYS go off about my process and what it’s like to write. Writing is so so important to me, I LOVE it with every tiny atom of my weak, alcohol-infused, overworked heart. Despite how scary it is sometimes I am very glad to be sharing my work with the world, seeing peoples’ reactions and hearing things about my words, hearing how this little picture in my mind has gone into yours.
okay jfc im done now im so sorry. thank you again and again and again, a thousand times over, for reading my work and enjoying the worlds that i enjoy building. It makes me feel like I’m worth it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something good.
ily :’)
#my writing#dont open this unless you're ready#its like 1.5k words long#I WENT OFF#i have so many feelings ok#i have so so so many feelings#thank you so much for sending me an ask#i love you nonny#sami answers
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For the director’s commentary thing: The entire Ch 15 of Reckoning. The juxtaposition during Solas’ lead up to having to go back to the roll of Fen’Harel got me so emotional. The contrast between hating/loving the power and detachment that comes with what much be done. I’d love to know more about what you feel his thought process would be after the events, the temptation of just existing neutrally after unleashing so much hell on these asshats. It’s awesome, please give me more!
AHH yes this is a good one!! Thank you for this ask! Commentary below the cut!
I do have to start with Ellana, because rereading this opening had me laughing:
Ellana was certain that war was mostly paperwork.
Paperwork, and a worry that gnawed its way into her bones. A burrowing insect like the kind that destroyed aravels and trees. Tiny and unstoppable and devastating.
If her time as Inquisitor started to convince her of these things, her time as High Commander of Enasan only solidified it.
(High Commander was a stupid title, and she hated it, but she also understood its political necessity. She outranked all of the field commanders, but while her role was primarily political, she was not royalty. Enasan was a republic. She'd lobbied to be called regent, but was overruled.
"Regent makes it sound like you are waiting for something," Arlanal pointed out. "Like you are waiting to step aside."
I am , Ellana thought.)
But while her time as Inquisitor had at least featured long stretches in the field, where she could loose her frustration and fear through her arrows, this war had been nothing but talk for her. Aside from that initial foray to the mountain pass where the first true battle of the war took place, she had not been in the field for more than an hour or so at a time. And even those forays were spent at a distance from the fighting, watching through a spyglass. And they were blisteringly quick visits. Ellana never thought she would dislike the Crossroads, but she hated how quickly she would go from her office in the capital to some outpost or fortification or battlefield. At least when she was Inquisitor she had the leisure of those long rides, or hikes, just her and her companions, where she could shed as many of the layers of her title as she dared.
Now there was no reprieve.
This whole fic was an exercise in “how far can I push my characters out of their element” in a lot of ways, and I think this is probably one of the clearest moments where you see that for poor Ellana. I also have to say that her internal commentary on the title High Commander is a direct nod to me figuring out what her title would be, since President sounds far too modern, but it still couldn’t be a title associated with royalty. I started with “Commander in Chief” and then worked back to something that sounded more fantastical.
(Also, poor Ellana, trying to wriggle her way out of every title she has ever been given. That’s why I bring it back in the epilogue, and say that the titles Mamae, vhenan, Hahren Ellana, and Mamaela are the only ones she truly accepts)
Once I established the idea of paperwork, of how different this war was from the other wars Ellana fought in, how helpless she feels, I could keep coming back to that idea to build up the sense of tension within her, as I did right before she blows up at Solas:
She’d flung the paper but it was not an arrow. It did not fly straight and true. It did not give her the physical release of her bow. The physical release that had been lost to her for two decades and more. The sense that she could fight. That she could pick up a weapon and do something about the dangers that surrounded good people, people who did not deserve it. That she could protect people.
Now all she had was another stupid title, and paperwork.
Then I had to make sure that she was so tunnel-visioned on all of those issues that she wasn’t paying attention to any of Solas’s more subtle cues that he is also suffering under their personal helplessness. Ellana is usually very attuned to the emotions of other people, and Solas by this point is usually far more open with her, so it was interesting to write those short little exchanges where she comes in, vents, and he only has two or three words for her, and she isn’t thinking straight enough to understand why that is. It was so important to me to show that even a good marriage, even one that has lasted a long time, still has failures in communication.
I’m also following a very typical writer’s trick that I learned in my upper level fiction class in college, which is to do things in threes to get maximum impact, which is why we get three snippets of Ellana venting and frustrated and Solas seemingly unaffected before we hit the scene where she finally loses her temper:
Solas snorted. “Would you be served by my anger?”
She wanted to strangle him.
“At least I would not feel alone in my anger if you seemed to feel - something!”
But as she said the words, she turned, and saw his face, and it was the face of the man she loved. And it was raw with pain and rage.
“I would think that you, of all people, would know not to accuse me of having no feelings just because I am hiding them.” His words had an edge she hadn’t heard in - gods, in years.
She was a fool. A temperamental fool, no better than the squabbling youth who’d been hauled before her Keeper for picking fights with other youths who picked on her for the darkness of her skin.
Ellana’s temper is something we see less and less of as she gets older in the series, and it was also important to me to point out that as she is subjected to this immense pressure and helplessness, she’s going to start resorting to behaviors she used in the past, even as far back as her childhood.
I also did my best to show that Solas is cracking here through how I wrote his dialogue - he ordinarily speaks very smoothly, in long, well-thought out sentences, but here I broke up his thoughts frequently, showing his agitation:
“You hand me papers like the one you handed me tonight,” he did not look at her as he said it, but she winced at his choice of words. As she always was, she was embarrassed by her loss of temper already. “And I see the number of the People we lost, and I think of how many I could have saved with a single spell. I am not all that I once was, but I am not helpless, and yet this war has made me feel only that. And yet none of this is your problem, and so I should bear it, and see this through - but - vhenan - if we lose this war - if we lose our daughter - while I sat by and did nothing -”
He’d turned back to face her as he said the last of those words, and there was no mask at all anymore. There was only her bondmate, as sad and lost and angry as she was. Her frustration with him loosened more. She was not as alone as she thought. Solas did not have the paperwork (the fucking paperwork ) or the responsibilities she did. But he carried the same helplessness. They were together in that. She stepped close to him, and pulled him down, and kissed him hard.
"Let's go," she said when they parted. "And let's stop being helpless."
And at the end of the section we get one more repetition of paperwork as the symbol of everything Ellana hates - I didn’t count, but I think that is also the third one, tying back in to that rule of threes - and oh my god I just realized that I themed this entire chapter around the word helpless as well which ties directly back to The World Turned Upside Down and Ellana’s role as Eliza. Wow. I didn’t even realize I was doing that.
As far as the next scene goes, where we switch to Solas’s POV, I was drawing on two main things - the idea of Solas as a weapon, which it seems like he was to Mythal, and which Ellana is now seeing him as, and the scene from 300 where Gorgo sends Leonidas to Thermopylae with the words “come back with your shield, or on it.” I always loved that scene because you can see the love in their eyes, but neither of them can acknowledge it physically or verbally, because they are political leaders, and because it’s not actually what Leonidas needs in that moment. He needs to be treated like another Spartan.
That’s how we got to this line:
“Come back to me,” she said, her voice quiet but her tone firm as steel. “That’s an order, Dread Wolf.”
And Solas, smart cookie that he is, does not miss what she really means here:
For more than twenty years now he had been the peacemaker, the partner, the father, the scholar. But Ellana had not called him vhenan, or even Solas , as he left. Ashara was not there to call him Papae . No. Ellana had called him Dread Wolf. And that was who he would be today. He would again where the mask of Fen’Harel, He Who Hunts Alone, the Bringer of Nightmares. Because that was what his people needed of him once again.
It felt better than he wanted to admit.
In terms of tension building, we get several more instances of the rule of three here - first with three times that the altar to Mythal has mattered in this series: Flemeth showing up in DA:I, shattering the last of Ellana’s faith in the gods, Solas and Flemeth meeting at the end of DA:I, and then Solas and Ellana meeting there during Body of Knowledge when she has considered leaving him. Then we get another repetition of three with one of my favorite headcanons/pieces of Solas meta, which is that Solas’s life is shaped by three women in this series: Mythal, Ellana, and Ashara.
Then we get three repetitions of the phrase “Go. Hunt. It is time for justice,” with the final repetition catching even Solas off guard, as he says he thinks the last word might actually have been vengeance. That ties into a great piece of meta we’ve heard about Mythal - that while she did once represent justice, she may have been corrupted over the millennia into vengeance.
I relied on all three of those repetitions, each of which is also somehow related to three, to build and then release the tension of Solas finally arriving at Shalasan and unleashing hell. Of course, we’re also relying on several things I’ve set up throughout the fic and even back into the previous fic - like how Solas knows it is not really Mythal within him, just as it is not really Falon’Din within Ashara - but on a sentence level, those were the tools I relied on to make that scene happen.
I also have to shout out my two deliberate Hamilton references here, for fun: “You cannot be everywhere at once, Dread Wolf” and “Why are you telling me this?”. I am a sucker for sneaking them in everywhere :)
Oh man, I missed the second part of what you asked! In terms of his thought process after, I think Ashara is the thing that immediately grounds him and reminds him he can’t give into this side of himself totally. That’s why it was important to me that she is the first person who goes and sees him, that he leans on her just as much as she leans on him in that moment. He can risk the rest of the world seeing him as a monster, but he can’t risk his daughter seeing him that way, so he always has to come back.
Thank you for the ask!!! it was such fun to go back through that chapter.
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