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Wangxian Coffeeshop AU - Thirst at first sight

One of the first scenes written for this AU, featuring: Yunmeng trio - new in town and ready to rumble. WWX cluelessly thirsting for LWJ at first glance.

I put Wangxian, coffee, urban magic, fluff and slowburn into the melting pot and crossed my fingers - read at your own risk. I’ll be updating this story in shorts before revising and posting a full length version to A03 (somewhere in the distant improbable future).

“Stop drawing attention to yourself,” Jiang Cheng hissed, but there was no real heat in it. He released his brother and went to resume unloading boxes the boring way.

Wei Wuxian pouted. “Shi-jie says that Tingshan is more magically developed. This much should be fine.”

“We’re still newcomers so have some restraint,” Jiang Cheng replied flatly. “In a small town like this, word travels fast. First impressions count. If we stir up trouble before the cafe even opens-“

“Exactly!” Wei Wuxian snapped his fingers under Jiang Cheng’s nose. “First impressions. We have to make one.” He hopped out of the truck and spun around to face the street. It was fairly empty, there was not a vehicle in sight except for their little truck and a delivery van on the opposite side. A handful of people paced the sidewalks, moving slowly as they basked in the late afternoon sun. His fingertips warmed as he drew energy towards them.

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng warned.

“Don’t worry, little brother,” Wei Wuxian said. “This is just a small parlour trick.” He plucked the flower sprig from his ear and allowed energy to trickle into it. The magic swelled inside the tiny blossoms and when he could no longer contain it he threw it high above his head with an exuberant shout.

The flowers erupted mid-air like a silent firework and a flurry of petals descended over the street. They fell softly in a cascade of colours, more colourful than the original bouquet - evergreen, coral, lemon, amethyst.

A small boy nearby clapped and jumped, crowing with delight when the petals landed in his outstretched hands before dissolving into air. An old lady paused in her sedate stroll to stare in wonder and from behind, a young woman called out, “Nice show, handsome!”

Wei Wuxian spun around to return the compliment with a saucy wink. Somewhere behind him Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. He didn’t see it, but he was certain of it. As the woman crossed the street his eyes followed her, casually admiring the way her skirt fluttered about her knees. Then she disappeared behind the delivery van on the opposite side and his gaze caught on something else.

A tall man was standing at the van’s rear. He had paused in the middle of his conversation with the driver, head tilted gently upwards to watch the petals fall. The wind carried them towards the man and they drifted around him, the colours bright against his fair skin.

He was - elegant.

A petal caught briefly against the man’s hair, still tidy despite the breeze, before slipping free and drifting downward alongside the length of his body.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes followed the petal’s lazy trail, blinking only when it dissolved on the ground.

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng’s hands clasped his shoulder suddenly. He jerked, as if woken from sleep. Jiang Cheng’s voice was too loud, “Wei Wuxian, are you listening to me?”

Wei Wuxian patted his brother’s hand absently, eyes refocusing on the elegant man, who’d finished his conversation with the delivery man and was bending down to pickup his packages.

“That man’s very pretty,” Wei Wuxian said, almost to himself, continuing to pat Jiang Cheng’s hand. “He’s pretty enough for a girl. Have you seen a man who’s pretty like one? You should know, you look at girls all the time-“

“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng said. He sounded quite tired of Wei Wuxian, or perhaps of life in general. “That’s it. You’re going inside. Obviously we can’t take you anywhere.”

Jiang Cheng cuffed him by the hoodie like an errant kitten and began to drag him off the street. He was saying something too - a lot of loud somethings about shamelessness and bad attitude and Wei Wuxian why won’t you behave -

But Wei Wuxian wasn’t listening. He was watching the elegant man lift three large boxes stacked atop each other and carry them inside the shop across the street. When he reached the door he transferred the full weight of the boxes to one hand - /one hand/ - using the other to push the door open. He walked in without dropping anything, without any struggle really, even sparing the effort to make sure the door closed gently behind him.

Wei Wuxian whistled.

“What is it now,” Jiang Cheng said, pained.

The shop the man had entered was a cafe. From this distance he could just make out the vague shapes of tables, white walls and shelves of books. It’s name was carved beautifully into a wooden plaque above the entrance.

Gusu, Wei Wuxian mouthed silently, testing the word.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’m just thirsty. Make me some coffee?”

#mdzs #mdzs fanfic #untamed #wangxian #coffeeshop au #fanfiction #untamed fanfic #mo dao zu shi

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jabberbeans · 4 years

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Wangxian Coffeeshop AU - Cut scene

I wrote their first meeting differently at first, but then the plot changed and so did that scene. Here it is anyway, because they’re cute.

Their first encounter: Wei Wuxian orders tea at Gusu cafe, and annoys Lan Wangji who just wants to do his job in peace.

“Wow!”

He looked up. There was a man right in front of him, so close that his torso was in very real danger of brushing the teaware and equipment on Lan Wangji’s side of the counter. He was examining the cake that Lan Wangji was plating with deep interest.

Lan Wangji took a pointed step back. “Please sit properly.”

The man’s lips screwed into a stubborn pout, but he shifted back onto the stool. He eyed the man’s arms warily, which were spread akimbo and stretched out far too close for his liking. Lan Wangji looked helplessly at his brother, who was pointedly not looking at him, then at the other completely empty stools. People typically didn’t sit at the counter when he was manning it - it had something to do with his smile, or lack thereof, according to his brother. The counter stools were always fully occupied when it was Lan Xichen standing there.

Clearly, this man was determined to be the exception.

Equally determined to ignore him, Lan Wangji moved on to the next order: Green tea, ice blended. He measured out the leaves with care, selected the kettle with the correct water temperature, and prepared the ice while the tea steeped.

Throughout, the man stared unabashedly at him, his eyes tracking Lan Wangji’s hands as he worked. The scrutiny prickled at him in a way that he was not used to. Had anyone observed him this intently before? Customers always looked, but today, today -

- this man’s gaze burned.

“That’s mine.” His voice was the opposite of a burn, more simmered heat and bubbles. He took the glass from Lan Wangji and oohed appreciatively, whipping out a camera to take a picture. That - Lan Wangji was familiar with - and he stepped back to keep himself out of the frame.

“Oh,” he sounded amused by Lan Wangji’s evasion. His fingers flew expertly over the various dials and buttons, as he searched for the right setting - he was intimately familiar with the way it worked. “Are you shy?”

It was an innocent enough question but Lan Wangji sensed he would regret humouring him with an answer. He turned around instead and busied himself with washing up.

There was a lull in orders after that, to his quiet relief. It meant he could leave the counter to make his rounds on the floor. He took his time clearing the tables, giving each surface a more thorough rubdown than was required.

By the time he returned, the camera had been put away, but clearly the man’s bag contained hidden depths. A large sketchbook lay in front of him and around it - a veritable explosion of colour pencils. Lan Wangji watched with mild alarm as the man produced a bulging red pencil case, placing it above his sketchbook like the cherry atop the world’s most disastrous sundae.

“It’s so peaceful here,” The man said cheerfully when he saw Lan Wangji staring. “Perfect for getting work done.”

Lan Wangji gave him a minute nod, already resigning himself to a peace-less afternoon. The man’s mouth curved like he was laughing, though no sound passed his lips. His smile was sun-bright. For a brief moment, Lan Wangji allowed himself to notice the man’s impish features, his haphazard ponytail, and the red ribbon that tamed it, just barely.

He looked away.

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That last paragraph was adapted into the official scene I wrote in my previous post. You can check out that scene here.

Note: I’ll be updating this story in shorts before revising and posting a full length version to A03 (somewhere in the distant improbable future).

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wangxian fanfic #wangxian #coffeeshop au #fanfiction

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jabberbeans · 4 years

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Wangxian Coffeeshop AU: First encounter

Featuring confused pining over magic tea and magic sweets, cafe shenanigans and baker/patissiere(?) WWX and LWJ.

Tranquility turned tea from pear-green to a deep sea foam. Lan Wangji felt this was appropriate - water was the most tranquil thing he knew. His uncle disagreed - as he often did - and had attempted to shift the colour back to its original green many times. That one was a failed experiment - it reduced the efficacy of tranquility and made the tea taste like grass.

“That’s not green tea,” Lan Qiren had scowled, pointing an accusatory finger at the perfect sea foam brew. “It isn’t traditional.”

Was magic traditional? Lan Wangji had been tempted to ask, but held his tongue. Using their energy to shape the natural order of things into something else - perhaps that betrayed tradition, or at least some law of nature. But magic ran as deep as blood, and the healing teas were so much more healing when they used magic, so sea foam it was.

They still called it green tea on their menu. It was very popular.

Gusu had been a traditional Chinese tea house, once. Lan Qiren would have been quite content to keep it that way too, but even he couldn’t shout gentrification into going away. Gusu was dying. So he turned the shop over to his nephews with the vague hope that they could reassess its business model and bring in some customers. Then he went on a long vacation.

When he returned, Gusu was transformed. Literally. Its dark wood finishings were gone, replaced with snow-bright walls. The tea was unrecognisable. There was a dessert menu. And a bar counter.

But there were also customers. So many, in fact, that Lan Qiren was forced to don his apron and help out not five minutes after walking through the door. Lan Wangji had never seen his uncle so disturbed as he’d been that day, trapped behind the counter while teenagers pointed their phones at his hands and cooed over the quaintness, the rarity, the sheer aesthetic - of hand brewed tea.

It wasn’t that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji had betrayed their uncle and tradition. It was more accurate to say that they took his best ideals, put them in the proverbial blender and stood by silently to receive the scrambled results.

Floor seating and low tables remained - but there was also a large communal table and benches, and of course, the dreaded bar counter with its stools. The tea menu was largely the same, just tweaked to look and taste better. Ice blended options were now available, to their uncle’s everlasting horror. And there were traditional desserts - almond soup, sesame balls, milk pastry, cakes - all arranged artfully and minimally on little porcelain plates.

And so Gusu was preserved, albeit not quite in the shape their uncle would have preferred. But four years on, the cafe continued thrive - building a solid reputation among locals and visitors. Lan Qiren had mostly adapted to the teenagers with their phones and the cakes by now, but he still eyed the green tea with deep suspicion.

Lan Wangji was doing the very same that morning, as he regarded Lan Jingyi’s practice brews. The teen had arranged the tiny glass cups from dark amber to pale yellow. Perhaps he thought he might get points for neatness.

“Again,” Lan Wangji said with finality, eyes sweeping down the line. “When you make clarity, the oolong should lighten to parchment.”

Jingyi wilted first at again and segued quickly into bafflement at parchment.

“Parchment?” The boy repeated, unsure if he heard right. Lan Wangji paused to think it over, then nodded.

“Like paper white, tinted with yellow or tan. Parchment.”

Jingyi looked exasperated then, eyes wide and swivelling in their sockets to catch Lan Sizhui’s, who pretended not to see. Finding himself without allies in the kitchen, Jingyi’s shoulders slumped with defeat. “Yes, Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Wangji didn’t blame him. Clarity was difficult to make. Oolong got particularly stubborn when energy was channeled into it. If one had poor magic control, the colour could turn almost violently, from amber to walnut to black.

He left Jingyi to continue his oolong studies and approached Sizhui instead, who had finished divining the difference between parchment and white the day before, and so was allowed to move on to desserts. Lan Wangji approached from behind silently, but Sizhui’s hands remained steady as they attempted to transplant a sesame ball onto a spun sugar base. It wobbled unsteadily when he drew back.

“I’ll do it again,” Sizhui said before Lan Wangji could. “The base is too brittle. It must have been the temperature.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji approved. “Continue.”

The boys were young, only fifteen, but they were fast and eager to learn. Their progress came at no little effort however, if Jingyi’s growing army of oolong cups was any indication. But Lan Wangji was not worried. His uncle had handpicked them himself from some branch or other of their very, very extended family, and they were proving to be dedicated workers. It had been less than a month since they began training, but they would soon be ready to work the counter.

There was a loud rattling sound from Jingyi’s corner of the kitchen, a hastily bitten off curse, and then Sizhui was abandoning his station to fly over with a towel. Lan Wangji pointedly did not turn around to look. Perhaps not /too/ soon.

Jingyi’s cups were no closer to parchment by the time Lan Xichen poked his head in. “Wangji,” he called. “Would you check outside? The customers say there’s an obstruction near the entrance.”

“The deliveries?” The deliveryman occasionally left their parcels at the front, if he was busy.

“He would have called if he wasn’t coming in.”

“I’ll check.”

It wasn’t a parcel. Lan Wangji spotted the problem the moment he stepped out - it was taking pains to make itself known, actually.

A little stickman was drawn onto the walkway in what looked like chalk. Someone had magicked it to life so that it danced about - harmless, but an annoyance regardless. It surged towards Lan Wangji’s foot, circling playfully and attempting to slide onto his shoe. If it succeeded, the chalk drawing would transfer to the leather.

Lan Wangji stepped briskly out of its path and tried to trace its spiritual source. It was strong, and he followed it easily out the gate. The little stickman raced to stay close, its arms waving about.

He was so preoccupied ensuring it didn’t touch him that he nearly tripped over the problem’s source.

“Careful!” The man squatting on the pavement said, flinging an arm up in reflex. His hand was covered in chalk dust. Lan Wangji stepped back to look at him. Then he looked again.

“You…” He had no words for what he was witnessing. The man was surrounded by chalk drawings that stretched all the way up the pavement, past the neighbouring lot. They were wriggling with life - little stick figures dancing, animals prowling, scribbled phrases vibrating - and food - so much of it, all moving.

It was a simple matter to implant spiritual energy in the drawings - small children could do it with enough practice. But that was precisely the problem, it was a trick for children, not adults.

“You’re blocking my sun, do you mind…?” The man said, not unkindly. He still hadn’t turned around, eyes focused on his next drawing. Lan Wangji did not move.

“This is vandalism,” he told him.

“It’s only chalk. It’ll wash away with the rain. Or a good sweep.”

The man looked up then, and…Lan Wangji did not know what he was expecting - he had no preconceived notions. But he felt a flicker of surprise. The man’s mouth was curved like he was laughing, though no sound passed his lips. His smile was sun-bright. For a brief moment Lan Wangji allowed himself to notice the rest of him - his impish features, his haphazard ponytail, and the red ribbon that tamed it, just barely.

He looked away.

“You’re obstructing our business,” he told the air in the middle distance. He sensed the man was staring at him but he kept his gaze averted. There was a small gasp, like the man realised something.

“Oh! You run the cafe?” Lan Wangji let the weighted silence speak for him, and the man continued to speak as if he’d received a proper reply. “I didn’t notice I was in front of your shop. I started drawing and I had so much inspiration that I forgot -“

“Please remove yourself and the drawings. You are inconveniencing the customers.”

The man pouted. “I want to save the drawings first…but I don’t have paper. That’s why I’m drawing out here. You see, I had this amazing idea for a triple tier reverse lava cupcake and I needed to sketch it out before the idea got away from me but all I had was this chalk in my pocket so -“

Lan Wangji was quite finished listening to him somewhere around paper. He said sternly, “If I give you paper will you stop?”

“And a pencil too, please!” The man said shamelessly, as if it was perfectly normal to make demands of strangers that he was inconveniencing.

Lan Wangji unfolded his wallet, and ran his fingers through it briefly. He kept some useful things inside - stationery, a first-aid kit, a spare apron - and his notebook. It was twice the size of his wallet and the man hummed with interest when he extricated it.

“Handy trick,” he commented, eyes twinkling.

Ignoring him, Lan Wangji carefully tore three pieces of paper from the spine. Then he glanced at the chalk drawings and tore another piece. The man was gleeful as he accepted them.

“I drew a lot, didn’t I,” He sounded pleased with himself. “Thank you.”

“Hm.”

He stood aside while the man lay the paper sheets on the ground, spreading them neatly. Then he wriggled his fingers and whistled once, sharp. The doodles froze where they were, some in the midst of sneaking onto the street. When the man tapped the paper with his finger they began to slide along the pavement very quickly, shrinking as they went, until they were paper drawings. Lan Wangji was surprised by the sheer number of doodles of cake, sweets and desserts - each one elaborately drawn and unusual.

Unbelievably, there was a reverse three-tiered cupcake - just like the man had described. A long string of untidy handwriting accompanied it, jostling the cupcake as they both slid onto the last empty spot. Then it was over, and the pavement was clean once more.

Almost.

“You forgot one.” The little chalk man was still trying to climb his foot despite the slight energy field Lan Wangji had put up to rebuff it. It hopped around the toe of his shoe, waving indignantly.

“Hm...” the man crooked a finger at it, and when that didn’t work, he whistled sharply. The little chalk man appeared to toss its head rebelliously at his efforts, marching away until it was behind Lan Wangji’s shoe.

The man only laughed, “You should keep him, I think he likes you.” Then he winked and turned away, his ribbons flying as he did. Like they were taunting him.

“You...!”

“Take good care of him,” the man called back, already walking away.

#mdzs fanfiction #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #fanfiction #the untamed #wangxian #coffeeshop au

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jabberbeans · 4 years

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New header whoop

#all posts from here on are for mdzs fandom #mdzs #mdzs fanart #untamed #mo dao zu shi #wangxian

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jabberbeans · 6 years

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Post - Chap 259 Feels

This here was a legit roller coaster ride. First of all, SO GLAD we have concluded the Momiji arc without too much extra Kimiko drama. This arc was packed with so much plot, characters, character development etc that I was sure it would be dragged out but as expected, Nakamura-sensei worked her magic efficiently and perfectly. Read on to see how obsessed this manga makes me:

1. Girl power??

I felt so much love for the ladies in this chap (except that dubious annoyance in the first scenes). Kyoko was an absolute treat here - her bravery in the face of a potentially disastrous situation, her easy acceptance of the fact that her falling would have incriminated Kimiko even more, and her gracious attitude towards Koenji. Most shoujo characters would be on their knees, in tears as they contemplate their near brush with death but Kyoko takes it all in stride and looked at the bright side. I also love how she doesn’t let Koenji’s barbed words get to her, she simply returns the favor with her trademark cheeriness and chill. Also can I say how much I love her for being able to tell Koenji at the end how well she knows Kanae. As the self-proclaimed best friend, I was surprised she was able to say something like that without hesitance and full acceptance. It was very Kyoko of her and I fell in love with her all over again for it.

Koenji was a surprise here - up till now I thought she was still the little pampered heiress but this chapter showed us a new side to her. She was sharp-minded in the way she analysed Kimiko’s motives, she was highly pragmatic about her initial intention to let Kyoko fall in order to corner Kimiko further, and she handled the overall situation well - using the camera flashes, making sure the camera crew was properly thanked etc. I have a newfound admiration for her and I’m amazed at how well her character was fleshed out. Typically, a character in her role would be typically Tsundere and would be portrayed as helping the heroine while hiding her own fondness for them. But in Skip Beat! she is no Tsun-Tsun, she genuinely doesn’t like Kyoko, and the majority of her actions were ruled by the mind, not heart. She kept a lot of her own interests in mind during this whole operation: revenge on Kimiko, and her newfound desire to see Kyoko’s Momiji. And that is something I love to see: Girls who are powerful in their own small ways, and capable of acting in their own interests without being assholey about it or blindly acting out of the so-called goodness of their heart.

2. Theories

That end scene had me shook. I think it stands to reason that Kanae left the deepest impression on Kurosaki this arc, maybe more than Kyoko. Which is great - not EVERYTHING is about the heroine. While I doubt he is doing something like rethinking to cast her in the show, I think he might be apologising for not being able to use her obvious talents this time round and promising her another oppurtunity elsewhere. While it would be awesome if she could work on Lotus with Kyoko, I don’t think Kurosaki is gonna bail on the other girl he chose (unprofessional). Still I can’t wait to see what this means for Kanae!

The first scene also had me shook, but to a lesser degree. The way Ren handled the situation was very chill, which makes me wonder if he has something planned. My theory is that he continued acting gracious with her as a means to have an oppurtunity shut down further attempts which hopefully we will see in the next chap. At any rate, I am DYING for ANY romantic drama at this point. (It has been literal years.)

This chapter was a real treat and re-affirmed everything I know and love about Skip Beat!, particularly its insane ability to defy shoujo tropes. That said, I’m gonna re-binge the whole thing now and let it ruin my life. Till next month, ciao.

#skip beat

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jabberbeans · 6 years

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Prompt List for Kyoko/Ren Week 2018

Yep, it’s happening! Thanks, everyone who waited, for your patience and understanding. This year, Kyoko/Ren Week will run from July 6 through July 12. Here are the prompts!

July 6 - cry July 7 - wrong July 8 - propriety July 9 - boldness July 10 - gift July 11 - rebirth July 12 - star

If you’re not sure what this is about, check out the FAQ. Let me know if you have any questions!

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jabberbeans · 6 years

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Vampirecat’s Summary

***WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD***

Keep reading

#omg what if ren is there to witnesss....whatevers abt to happen

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jabberbeans · 6 years

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KyokoRen Week 2018

@fyeahkyokoren

@skip-beat-manga

@pinkcurse

@mustardtan

Wanted to ask if there’s been any chatter about a KyokoRen week for 2018?

Been wanting to try out a concept in my writing and I thought a KyokoRen week would give me the inspiration to do it.

Hope you guys were the right ones to ask.

#would love to see this fandom alive again #dust off them SB volumes

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jabberbeans · 6 years

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Post Chap 253 Feels

Been awhile since I've done one of these: So we are slowly hitting the climax of this arc, so here are some points to ponder over for the next month: Kimiko In this chap we get to unravel the mystery of Kimiko a bit more - we learn a bit more about her as a person but her motivations are still blurry. What is she planning to pull now that she has withdrawn. I think that if she's withdrawn it means she does not see Momiji as key to her end goal anymore, or that she has found a loophole of sorts. Yashiro is right - she has not given up the fight and is certainly going to be making trouble for Kyoko! Kyoko I've only remembered seeing this particular type of anger on her somewhere from Chap 150 till 200 ish? And that anger was mostly self-directed and because she was hating on herself for beginning to fall for Ren. While Erika's minders were giving her the deets, I at first thought she was angry that Kimiko dared to pull that kind of stunt on Ren. But then they went back to talk about Kimiko's motivations for this audition and I thought that perhaps her anger was truly directed at Kimiko for these reasons: -As an actress, she scorns the fact that Kimiko is using the audition stage as some kind of tool for her own benefit -She sees Kimiko as the kind of girl she hates because she was once like that too- the girl desperate to do anything to attain someone's love even if it is unreasonable or hurts someone. We know she is particularly against this sort of thing because in her conversation with Lory about her feelings for Ren, what upset her the most was that she may turn into a person who wishes for the misfortune of others if it means Ren will stay single. I think this may be the stronger reason for her anger. Because we know Kyoko is harshest on herself because of love. Erika The queen has just made a move. What move is that, and how will it impact Kyoko? So far she has been a spectator to everything but she's finally doing something. Overall We are close to the climax guys, so hang in there! I know some of you might be impatient with this speed - has it really been a year and this arc has not ended?? I'm impatient too but it makes me respect Nakamura-sensei because she is thinking out the plot carefully and not just rushing into it. That's the case with a lot of shounen manga these days when they're trying to speed things up and before you know it's THE END and you have no idea why.

#skip beat!

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jabberbeans · 7 years

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Things Skip Beat! FanFiction writers assume, but we never actually see in the manga:

It probably comes as no surprise, but I read probably way more fanfiction than I should and these are just some things I noticed though out my readings.

1. Ren invites (or guilt trips) Kyoko over all the time to cook for him. This is false. Of all the times Kyoko has gone to Ren’s apartment, only once did he invite here there to eat, and HE cooked for HER that time. The first time, she was taking care of him because he was sick. The second time Yashiro asked her to go over. The third time, he asked her there to be an acting partner, not to cook. She insisted on cooking. The fourth time they didn’t eat at all because she was asking him to teach her how to walk like a model. The fifth time, he made her the omurice.

2. That Lory somehow magically knows the Ren-Kyoko-Kuon-Corn connection. No one ever said it to him. He’s never seen the corn stone in Kyoko’s possession, and we never saw Swara tell him about the stone. He would have no reason to think they would have that sort of history. Plus, if he did know, don’t you think he would be more extreme in his plotting, can’t you see him getting super love crazy about how this is fate or destiny or something. No, Lory doesn’t know, not yet because when he does know WE WILL KNOW.

3. Kyoko has Kuu’s number or is in contact with them. We never saw this exchange happen and we have never seen her try to get in touch with them.

4. I don’t think I have read one Fanfiction where it’s actually addressed Kuon and the Curly Haired Bully we’ve seen a few times (first as a child and then later as a teen)

5. That Kanae also has to fall in love to get out of LoveMe. She seems to have problems with familial love. I think she has to prioritize someone above herself and above her career goals in order to get out of LoveMe. It doesn’t have to be a boyfriend.

#not to mention the misconceptions about why she doesn't dare love she ain't a lovedumb heroine guys

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jabberbeans · 7 years

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SKIP BEAT FANS ON TUMBLR! YOU ARE NEEDED!

I’m doing an experiment to see how large the Skip Beat fandom is on tumblr. So if you’re a fan of Skip Beat- REBLOG THIS POST! I want to see how many of us are out there as I feel we’re quite a small fandom at the moment, but I don’t know.

So come on! Show your love for this awesome series! :D Let’s become a proper Skip Beat community! \(^o^)/

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jabberbeans · 7 years

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Hana to Yume 2017 Calendar Illustration

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jabberbeans · 7 years

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Yashiro's surprise

I think I’ve figured it out! In chap 240 Yashiro mentions to Sawara that he has a surprise for Ren. I think the surprise is that he can drive now. Originally I thought it was a job offer or something but this is more likely considering Yashiro only turned up with his car this chapters it’s a bit of a shame since I was hoping for something more dramatic but that’s 1 question resolved at least.

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jabberbeans · 7 years

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Post Chap 242 Feels

I was hoping it wouldn’t turn out this way, but it seems the audition process is going to drag out for quite awhile. Technically the plot-pacing IS just right, but my fan girl can hardly take the wait (length of audition process = length of time till Ren returns).

Anyhoo, there’s not much plot progression in this particular chapter. The most significant bit is Yashiro busting out his ‘super manager’ mode. It’s really fresh to see him like this - he looks cool managing Ren but when beside the all amazing Tsuruga Ren his coolness is diminished quite a bit. Here, beside Kyoko he shines. His reassuring smiles throughout this chapter were so mysterious and sweet at the same time (Could this be the turning point where we start Fangirling over him?!)!

I am practically vibrating with anticipation now, what with the cliffhanger we were left with. What does Yashiro have in mind? Is he going to say something to defend Kyoko? However from the body language presented in the last few panels, he does not seem to be making any move to take action. He looks up when Kyoko turns to him and gives her a reassuring smile. This made me wonder if instead of doing something, he would merely give her a hint for Kyoko to take action herself. Or maybe because he knows she knows a way out of this already, except she hasn’t realised it. But aside from that, how can Kyoko possibly resolve this situation?? Is there perhaps a hint in his earlier actions during this chapter?? What does he know that we don’t??

There is also the growing mystery of Kimiko. Kyoko’s thoughts drew our attention to Kimiko changing her image for the world. This clues us in to Kimiko’s motives and background, which Kyoko has already questioned in the earlier chapters.

What abt Kyoko’s repute as an actress? What is the significance of the other actresses picking up the fact that she is Kyoko frm LME? Do they recognise her or not? And if they do eventually (which I hope so cuz these girls need to know who they are dealing with), how will that impact her audition? (And the plot??)

This chapter has just introduced a dozen other questions into the mix. It’s exciting and terrifying and while I love it I also really wish for them to be resolved soon. As for the one thing I’m sure of…. …Kyoko is wearing Princess Rosa to the audition!! (Squeals!!)

#skip beat!

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Post Chap 241 Feels

Spoilers ahead for chap 241! First and foremost, let me just get this out: I swooned so hard at the last page when Kyoko told Yashiro that the role of Momiji WILL be hers. This will sort of be the first time we see her compete for a role (unless you count Kyrurara ad) so we haven't got to see her like this before. Her unwavering confidence and desire for the role. How she expresses it is not arrogant, or over eager. She states it calmly and seriously. I get the feeling that the way she said it was not like a fact, but a promise. And that's the most wonderful thing about Kyoko as a blossoming actress. I could write all day about that particular point of Kyoko but I'll move on now to this chapter's other significant points. The witch metaphor. Now it might have been the translation or Nakamura being obscure as ever, but I can't quite decide what it means. We first hear this strange metaphor as a result of Kyoko's usual delusional fantasies after Kanae brings up the topic of return gifts. So from there I concluded that the 'evil witch destructing' thing was her prediction of potential hurt from Ren not giving her a return gift. It's similar to how she always imagines her grudges being eradicated whenever she sensed Ren breaking down her barriers to love (prior to her confession of it). However the witch metaphor appears again on the last page as she says: 'This role will be mine.'. Is this a prediction of the possible trouble she might face at the audition then? It's driving me crazy. Nakamura always has these kinds of metaphors in skip beat and they almost always very hard to understand, however what kills me is that I can't assign any old meaning to them because I know that they are never shallow. The meanings are deep, so deep we can hardly imagine. The return gift saga. With all the buildup this has been getting, I bet the gift will become a significant plot turning point in terms of the romance. In that sense I can forgive it for dragging out but still. COME BACK AND DO IT ALR REN. Anyway it pains me to see how she's silently and trying her hardest not to feel hurt abt the obvious lack of a return gift. So much so that she has convinced herself that it makes sense, since she gave jelly, and by convincing Momose of this she was able to reinforce the belief in her mind. It's refreshing though, to see her acting like a normal girl in love because she hasn't allowed herself to do so for a long, long time. Regardless, she refuses to let it distract her from the audition, and maintains a cool facade. This is where my love and respect for both Kyoko and Nakamura overspills. Because while romance is a main theme in Skip Beat, it never overshadows the heroine's own aspirations. All together, this is the likely the last chapter that sets up this arc for various things: the audition, Kimiko and the romance. Hopefully we'll finally leap into the fray next month. Also I'm glad that they fast forwarded eight days, though I am a little disappointed we did not get to see much of Yashiro managing Kyoko.

#skip beat!

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