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Blood Trail

Your most recent mission was to rescue the President's daughter, it was supposed to be a simple rescue mission in and out. Things go from bad to worse quickly once you seek shelter in a barn.

[PART II]

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Word Count: 5k (a little over)

Angst, mentions of violence, knives, hand to hand combat, guns, needles, pills, blood, and previous NSFW affairs

A/N: HELLO ALL!! If you can’t tell by the terrible summary this is set in the re4 setting. I’m biased. I’ll probably be going on a break after this, but enjoy!!! I send my love and hope you are all doing alright.

Search and rescue, that was the name of the game and you were damn good at it. Even if you were flipped around and upside down, you knew how to find things. It was a skill that most in your field wished they had and spent hours trying to learn. Committing to memory how to identify what tracks belong to either what animal or vehicle. Trying to teach themselves what to look for and when to look for it.

You shined when it came to tracking people. You could quite possibly find yourself over the moon when you spotted boot prints. You could tell a lot about someone based on their footprints. How someone moves is a very telling thing; how far apart each footprint is, the density of each step conveying the urgency in their stride. They told stories and it was up to the observer to translate them in the best way they knew how.

It took an understanding of people and a bit of a sixth sense. It’s where rookies and professionals alike messed up, but not you. You weren’t always one hundred percent correct, but you always ended up in the right direction. It gained you respect, rank, and a reputation.

So, as you sat in the back of a police cruiser studying the way the two police officers interacted with one another you put together a mental file on each of them. They seemed quite laid back and easy going individuals that didn’t take much of anything seriously. Joking and laughing- you had no clue what about- like they weren’t on clock. It was a nice change and caused you to smile lightly; it was nice to bask in a partnership that wasn’t so grounded in solemeness.

You glanced at Leon who rested against the window, staring rather dramatically out of it lost in thought. You rolled your eyes before nudging him gently, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mumbled audibly enough to not draw attention from the officers in front.

Leon scoffed at the nickname that you gave him the moment you met him months ago. He had a love-hate relationship with it because he knew it was supposed to knock him down a peg; but it fell from your lips in such a flirtatious way that it sparked a warmth in his stomach. Adjusting subtlety, his eyes locked with yours, “What, Princess?”

Of course he didn’t let ‘pretty boy’ slide and upon seeing how the staff treated you like royalty- and how you had a number of them eating out of your hand- he bestowed you the title of ‘Princess’. There really wasn’t a thing you could do about it and you were more than willing to accept your karma if it hadn’t bit you so hard in the ass in the bedroom. The way it made you squirm under him only stroked his ego.

It was only predictably natural for two flirtatious agents to find themselves tangled up in the sack once or twice. Although in the particular case of you two it was becoming a more common thing. The palpable energy between the two of you could start a fire. It was fun and loose with no serious title, the way close relationships between agents were recommended to be.

“You think we could switch roles with these two? I’ll be the funny one.”

“You can’t be the funny one, I’m the funny one.” His tone dry with a little smirk to match.

“Damn, really? You could have fooled me.” Little giggles creeping from your throat as you said it, causing him to chuckle.

“Why am I always the one who draws the short end of the stick?” One of the officers cuts through the moment with laughter, speaking in English for one of the first times since picking both you and Leon up.

Your eyes left the ocean of blue as your attention turned back to the officers in front of you, fully focused now that they were ready to talk. His eyes stayed on you though, a flower that he’s been neglecting sunlight continuing to bloom.

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This was not how this was supposed to go, it was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be an in and out type of job; find the target, save the target, and get the hell out of dodge.

Breathing in as much air as your body allowed your hands found your knees and trailed down your legs, trying to keep them from shaking. You stood turning to Ashley as you did so, “Are you okay?” You asked concerned, approaching her cautiously as a hand found her shoulder. Your hand pressed against her shoulder with a light firmness as you rubbed her shoulder and then her shoulder blade.

Ashley Graham, the President’s daughter, the target; a sweet young woman whose adult life was starting off more than just rough and bumpy despite the cushy life she has had.

Her typically chipper and welcoming persona was gone and all that remained was a scared little girl who just wanted to go home.

Ashley shook slightly as she tried to catch her breath, wanting to lie, but she couldn’t as she shook her head. You just nodded and continued to rub in between her shoulders and give her time.

She’s been here longer than you have, she’s seen more than you have; and you only hoped that it hadn’t ruined her outlook on life forever.

“Take a minute. We should be safe where we are, for now at least.” Leon said as he boarded up a makeshift door in the average sized barn you tried to take cover in.

“You wanna take a seat, dear?” You asked her as you guided her to a sturdy enough looking chair that sat tucked under an even less sturdy looking table. You smoothly guided her to the seat as your hand left her shoulder, “Is there anything I can do to make this easier?” Your eyes locked with hers to convey your genuine concern for her well being.

Ashley was a victim. She was someone who didn’t deserve this and it wasn’t fair, but unfortunately it was the cards she had been dealt. Regardless of the paycheck you cared for every victim that you tried to save and Ashley was no different. Trying to make her as comfortable as possible was your primary goal.

As you reached for the aid kit that was firmly strapped to your thigh, you could hear a drained sigh escaping Leon’s lips over the crisp sound of velcro separating. He was your next concern, but you had to focus. Opening the neatly organized pack that had an assortment of different first aid items like ointment, pills, and bandages on one side and on the other side had syringes filled with morphine and sedatives.

Ashley’s face turned up at the needles, but you just smiled, “Those aren’t for you, unless you are under some severe pain. You aren’t, are you?” You asked, your tone smooth and gentle.

“No.” She shook her head, “I just have a headache.”

You pulled out the little bottle labeled tylenol and got her two of the little red tablets, “Can you take pills without water? What about scratches and cuts, anything we need to bandage up?”

“I don’t like to, but I can.” She affirmed as you handed her the pills, you sent her a warm smile.

“I don’t either.” You admitted, watching her struggle to take the pills. “That should help, if you need more don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

She nodded and you put a hand back on her shoulder, “Take a breather, collect yourself, we will step forward when you feel strong enough to continue.” Ashley sniffed, trying to hold back a flood gate of tears you crouched down to force her eyes to connect with yours, “I know this is hard, but I need you to know that you are going to be okay. Leon and I are going to get you out of here, okay? I promise.” Ashley shut her eyes tight as she took in a deep shaky breath.

She felt guilty at the feet of your unconditional kindness. She felt as if she had doomed you for failure. How could you promise a happy ending without even knowing half of the story? Something was inside her, something beyond her control; a plague coursed through her body that could turn her into something that sent ice through her veins. Made her so unsure of who she ever was.

“Ashley.” You called for her, causing her to open her eyes. “It’s okay to cry.” She turned away and slowly she started to feel it; she started to cry. “Can I hug you?”

“No!” She choked out as she flinched away, “N-no…can I have a moment? Please?” She begged as your brows furrowed together in concern.

It wasn’t unusual for victims to want to be left alone to cry; to hide. But this felt different. Ashley wasn’t one to hide away from people, she was one to ask for help. To seek comfort in those she trusted. Either she didn’t trust you or something bigger was at play. She trusted you; that much you knew or she wouldn’t have taken the pills from you. She may be a little on the naive side, but she most certainly wasn’t stupid.

You nodded even though your stomach turned, “Okay, I’m going to go check on Leon. I’ll be right over there and-.”

“I know! Okay, I know.” Ashley snapped at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow. This put you on guard, but you turned your back and went to Leon. Something was wrong and you were counting on your counterpart to fill you in on the details.

Approaching Leon you studied his features and how he carried himself. It was off and it was odd, usually Leon was well kept regardless of the hell he was going through; but he seemed disheveled. His posture was slacked, but still stressed and he was pale. The bags under his eyes visible from a mile away and a dark shade of purple accompanied them. You leaned against the wall next to him and you could barely pick up on a trace of him regardless of the fact that you were standing right next to him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked with a playful smirk, being who you always were with him. You’re own way of telling him it was okay.

“I lost you.” His voice came out like gravel, low and gruff. You barely heard the sentiment, but it was there. If you weren’t working you would’ve pondered on it, even blushed, but you were on the clock. You had learned your lesson the hard way about relationships on the clock.

“I found you, though.” You tried to send the same amount of sentiment back regardless of the cool composure you maintained, “It’s what I do. I told you, I’d be okay and I was.”

He wasn’t pleased with your answer. Leon knew you could hold your own, he knew that you would find him; but that still didn’t settle his stomach. This time had to be different.

“Look how far you got without me, though. You got Ashley and we met up, so I’d say we are back on the right track. Although,” you paused and lowered your voice, “Something is off.” Your gaze found Ashley.

“That gut of yours.” He remarks with a smile. A sight to behold that causes you to relax slightly. “Whatever the hell is going on here goes deeper than we think.” He swallows harshly as he tries to fight a cough from escaping from his chest. A thick substance that he carelessly writes off as mucus lodges itself in his throat.

“So it appears. I’m worried about Ashley. I don’t know the girl personally, but from what I’ve seen and read, the girl I’m helping isn’t the girl I studied.”

“Saddler-.”

“Who?” You cut him off, the name rings a bell as some of the people you killed out of defense mumbled it as they fell to become one with the earth below them.

“Creepy guy, he’s got portraits everywhere.” You nodded and he continued, “Ran into him when I got Ashley out of the church. He said he injected her with a gift. The same gift those brain dead puppets have out there.” He explained, conveniently leaving out the part that he was also given the same gift. That the same plague was bestowed upon him and that slowly he was turning into the things you killed with sympathy.

He didn’t want you losing focus.

“Interesting, that changes the game.” You started second guessing your choice in giving Ashley the Tylenol. “A cure?”

“Not that I know of. I crossed paths with an ex-cop turned lab technician, or whatever, if anyone knows it’s probably him.” Leon said, trying to choke back another cough.

“Did this mystery guy have a name?” You tread lightly with concern while Leon turned and coughed.

“Luis Sera.” He managed to get out through the violent coughs that shook through his chest. Your hand found his back and you hit him lightly, encouraging him to cough up whatever was causing him trouble up. He could practically feel your questions with each gentle but firm hit.

“You okay?” He shook his head as he turned away, covering his mouth with the fingerless gloves. The leather scent of them makes it harder to get a gasp of fresh air.

Worry started to course through your bloodstream as you started to rub his back as soothingly as you could. “Leon-.” You were cut off as his coughing ceased just as quickly as it appeared.

As he stood upright and pulled his hand away noting the faint color of red before wiping his hand on his pants. Playing it off by reaching for his gun, hoping to all things holy you didn’t see.

You didn’t, your eyes stayed trained on his face. Looking for any sign that could slightly convince you it was just a fluke; maybe he was allergic to something in the barn that caused him to have a coughing fit.

Whatever it was, it was enough to send you into a course of action, “We’ve gotta find Sera.”

Leon just gave you a nod of approval while you turned to Ashley. He watched you tread lightly with a sense of urgency, that damn gut of yours. He closed his eyes tight as he began to feel dizzy. The walls of the barn started to close in while he just stood there trying to compose himself. Eyes still closed, his heart beat racing, his veins starting to show black under his skin. His head pounding, the room spinning, an unfriendly heat surging from his chest, to his feet, to his hands. His eyes opened, but he was unable to see a thing; blinded by a deep red that faded to black. The only thing he could make out was a threat.

“Ashley.” You called lightly trying to keep your concern below the surface, “I hate to break what you’re going through up, but we’ve got to move.” Ashley sniffed, before turning to you. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she looked better. Almost how you would expect her to look after crying if this had never happened to her, if an irreversible trauma hadn’t tainted her.

“Okay, it’s okay. I’m ready.” She said with convection as she stood to meet you. Her blood ran cold when she saw a gun pointed at you with intent to kill. “Stop! Leon!” She shouted in desperation, signaling for you to duck.

It was in the nick of time as you ducked, the sound of a bullet ringing through your ears; just barely missing the side of your head. You turned and stood upright quickly as you glared Leon down, “What the fuck was that-!” You damn near screamed at him before assessing the situation. You weren’t looking at the Leon you knew, you were looking at someone you had never seen before. “Ashley, hide.” You demanded, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

Leon went to shoot again, but in a twist of luck the gun harshly clicked. He was out of bullets and you needed to take advantage of the moment. Charging towards him you sent a harsh kick to his wrist while he reached for ammo with the other. The successful kick knocked the gun out of his hand, but he countered by grabbing your ankle. He yanked you by your leg closer to him, pulling you from the place you tried to plant yourself.

You managed to break out of his tight grasp by swinging a punch towards his jaw. You stood on both feet while he turned with a pained hiss. When his gaze met yours a guttural growl escaped through gritted teeth. His chest puffed out, his jaw clenched, and his eyes clouded over. He was ready to fight.

The sight struck the fear of God in you. It made you hesitate, it made you vulnerable; and he took advantage of it. He punched you damn near square in the face, holding nothing back. The force sent you stumbling backwards and seeing white. You kept yourself from falling by focusing on the white noise that rang through your ears. You couldn’t make that mistake again.

You coughed trying to get some air as you saw him go for another hit. You blocked it and made a swipe for his legs. Trying to buy yourself time so you could figure out a way to de-escalate the situation. You were no match for Leon as far as hand to hand combat was concerned. You fought from a distance, you shot from a distance; foresight was your way of survival.

As he fell to his knees you tried to put him into a chokehold, but the moment he found his footing you were off the ground. He flung you forcefully over his shoulders and onto solid ground. Your head pounded as you saw stars and swore that your skeleton was permanently imprinted into the ground. Your lungs struggled for air as he firmly pressed his forearm to your throat, straddling your hips.

You squirm underneath him, kicking and thrashing, desperately searching for a way out. He grabbed his knife from its sheath on his chest. Tears beaded on your lower lashes as you used every ounce of strength in your body to push his solid forearm from your throat.

His eye contact never faltered as he lifted his knife into the air; ready to take the final step and end this.

“No! Don’t hurt her!” Ashley shouted causing him to falter. His grip on you loosening enough for you to move your head up enough to clamp your teeth into his flesh while you harshly thrusted upward to allow you some space to get away from him. You quickly tried to scurry away from him, but his attention quickly returned to you. He reaches for your leg and barely misses. You slip through his fingertips and the only thought on your mind is distance. You need to see this situation from a different perspective, it was your only chance.

Quickly getting to your feet you finally reach for your gun. Despite the way your body shakes you hold the gun firmly, “Don’t make me do this, I don’t want to do this.” You plead, nearly falling to your knees, “Please.”

Leon just grunted as he stood upright, he was hesitant as he stared at you. You didn’t make a single movement thinking that he may have been blinded. Your voice reaches him, causing him to see glances of you between the vision of a monster. He was fighting a monster, he only saw a monster. It was trying to take Ashley, it was trying to take you. It was real, wasn’t it?

“Leon? Can you hear me? Can you see me?” You call out in a whimper you can’t hide. Lowering the gun you took a cautious step forward and then another seeing as he didn’t move. Ashley held her breath looking for anything to help her defend herself if this went south.

“H-He’s got the virus…h-he can’t see a thing…” Her voice low as she slowly began to talk with a stutter full of fear, “I-I know, because I-I have it too…”

You couldn’t help but to wince, this whole thing was sideways in the worst way. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You could feel your heartbeat in your head as you whispered, “I know, I know.”

Leon stumbled backwards in confusion as time and his senses meld together as he threw a punch at nothing.

He sees a large heavy set man, his head replaced with a red wet pulsating organ; long sharp appendages sprouting from his spine and wriggling with malintent. The man goes to attack, but Leon dodges slicing a appendage off with his knife in the process.

Watching him fight nothing made your heart break. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to help. He was suffering and all you could do was watch. It made you sick and you had to change that. You had to help him.

“You’ve had these outbursts? How long do they last?”

“They feel like hours…” She admitted, truthfully she had no idea. It was like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Okay,” you start trying not to lose your temper, “how do you get out of them?”

“I-I don’t know…I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, you’re okay. We’ll figure this out.” Your brain moves a hundred miles a minute as you try to connect the dots. You examine the room looking for an exit, running seeming like the only option. The only out was blocked though and boarded up by Leon only minutes before.

Another way, there had to be another way.

Your eyes find the table and your pack on the table. A lightbulb went off as you moved towards it slowly; careful to not alert Leon and keep him in the battle he was currently fighting. Quietly and carefully you pulled out a syringe filled with Amobarbital, a sedative that would send him to the ground.

You tried not to shake as you started to explain your thought process to Ashley, “I’m going to corner and sedate him. If something goes wrong you need to hide until he comes to, okay? Careful though, don’t make any sudden movements, just stay as still as you can. If he leaves, do not follow.”

Ashley nodded, finding a disregarded dumpster. She slowly moved towards it and climbed into it.

Her movements were gentle enough to not cause too much of a ruckus as you approached Leon from behind. As she reached for the lid, her palms sweaty and her hands shaking, she tried to pull it down. Crouching in the dumpster she almost made it until she slipped, letting go of the lid. A loud bang caused Leon to stop what he was doing and turned in the direction of the dumpster. Quick and powerful strides being made in her direction were quickly stopped when you started talking. Your tone is firm and demands attention.

“Flesh and bone. That’s all you are, flesh and bone.”

Leon turned sharply in your direction, cloudy eyes with the intent to kill. He charged at you with his knife pointing directly at your face. You dodged and he stumbled, but was quick to recover.

“You remember that? That depressing conversation we had the night before we got here?” He went to throw a punch but you roughly kicked him in the chest sending him backwards.

“What about the time you were so scared that you hurt me in training and you spent the rest of the night searching for my pulse?” You grunted planting your feet and punched him. You were pissed because this man was not the man that you had grown lovingly accustomed to. The man you had started to fall for.

All Leon saw was a woman with a bloody knife who spewed memories from her throat. How could she have known that? There is no way she could have known that, but he fought regardless. With a broad stroke he knocked the side of her face with his own blade.

You wouldn’t have noticed he hit you, if it wasn’t for the sting of your own blood rolling down your cheek.

You successfully knocked the knife out of his hand as your other hand threw another punch to his jaw. You let out a small breath of shock before going to jab the syringe into his neck, but he caught your hand. He roughly pushed you backwards and against the wall. Your spine suffers as you let out a harsh wince of pain.

“Fuck, Leon!” You try not to wail as his hand lets go of your fist and goes for your throat. Your free hand finds his wrist as his grip tightens.

“How do you know that?” He barked the question with such intensity that it caused you to cower against him. “Where is she? What did you do?”

“L-Leon…” You dryly strangle out, “Me. Look at me…”

That woman’s voice turned to yours and slowly her features started to become yours. His grip around your throat loosening, starting to become unsure of what was reality.

“Please…” you begged as you started learning to breathe again, “I know- I know it’s hazy.” You regained your grip on the syringe while the hand still attached to his wrist pushed forward. Your fingers find his index and middle finger and you pull them to your pulse, pressing firmly down so he could find it. So he could feel the pleading beats, identify the blood that coursed through your veins.

You were pure and untampered and he started to see clearly. Glassy doe eyes peering into his eyes while his calloused fingertips felt the smoothness of your flesh. Your breath hitching in your throat as you saw particles of him returning.

“(Y-Y/N)?” He stutters out, like a whimper still unsure, but questioning. You nodded and for a moment you thought you saw a light at the end of the tunnel. You were ready to fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness.

But you always paid the price. The sound of wood breaking as a body slammed through the boarded up doorway. A tall, dark, greasy man stumbling through trying to catch his breath caused Leon’s grip on you to tighten.

The oxygen leaves you quicker than it took you to breathe in.

“Am I interrupting?” The man asked, causing Leon to lose his focus and you took advantage of the moment to stab the syringe harshly into his throat. Your thumb harshly pushing down on the plunger as you injected the sedative into his bloodstream. He let go of you, causing you to fall to your knees as harsh coughs rake through your chest.

Leon sways slightly as he pulls the empty syringe from his neck. He blinks, the barn becoming clear to him now. Falling to his knees he looks at you, the utter terror on your face makes his blood run cold. Your wide eyes, blood trailing from your cheek and down your neck, and the way your body trembles is the last thing he sees before he goes unconscious.

It takes a minute, but you crawl over to him and pull him into your lap. You find his pulse and he seems stable as you let out a shaky breath that you’ve been holding. You curl around him, tears pouring down your face as you try to keep yourself under control. The nightmare was over and you have never felt as sick as you did now.

“Miss?” The man calls for you and you fist Leon’s shirt holding his body to yours before glaring daggers at the man.

“Luis Sera?” You ask him, your voice low as it wryly escapes from dry lips. He saw all he needed to see to know that you were with Leon.

“Sí.” He confirmed.

“I need a cure.”

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Leon bumped shoulders with some agents, but he couldn’t care less as he ran down the hall and down the stairs. He was on his own mission and if he took a single moment you could be gone. His heart raced as he took the stairs to the final level of the building and out the side door. His eyes scan the dimly lit parking lot for your frame and he finds it against your car. He sees you reach for the door handle and he calls for you, “Hey!”

You are startled slightly, but you turn to look at him. You send him a warm smile and a little wave as he jogs to your side. Normally he’d send you warm regards back, but he was upset.

“Slow your roll there, pretty boy. You’ve seen the way these people drive through this parking lot. Without a care in the world, granted I’m not one to talk.” You joke, your tone is light and airy. Your relaxed posture is a clear juxtaposition of his own.

“You’re transferring?” Your brows knitted together as your once small smile turned to a frown.

“They told you, huh?”

“They did.” His heart broke, having no choice but to believe it now that you confirmed it.

“I was going to tell you over drinks this weekend.” You defend yourself with a shrug.

“They also told me that you left out the barn incident in your debriefing.” An uncomfortable silence fell over the both of you as he looked at your bandaged cheek. He shut his eyes in pain, having trouble coming to terms with the fact that he could’ve killed someone he cared so deeply for. It was only a moment of relief though until the image of you so frightened of him appeared behind his eyelids. You were so scared, you were so scared of him. He shook it off with a deep breath as he opened his eyes, “If you’re leaving because of that, because of what I did, I swear to you that I will never work with you on a mission again.”

Your eyes softened and you wanted to reach for him, but couldn’t. “Lee, no, that has nothing to do with the transfer. I trust you with my life.”

It took everything in him to not wince at your words. How could you say that? How could you possibly mean that? After everything, you still genuinely trusted him.

“Then why-?”

“Because I felt like it was something they didn’t need to know the details of, so I wrote it off. Got in trouble for it, but they connected the dots from yours and Ashley’s reports. It’s all they needed.”

“I…” He started, he had so much he wanted to say. He didn’t know where to start, he didn’t know how to handle this. “I don’t understand.” You just smile at him. His heart melted, but couldn’t bring himself to return your smile.

“I don’t either.” You reassure him, “They’ve got a couple loose ends to tie up and they want me to finish the job, so I took the position. It’s only supposed to be temporary or did you even let them get that far before running out here?”

He didn’t, he just left. Which he shouldn’t have, but hindsight was something he was still working on. A short laugh escaped him before admitting it to you, “No.”

You giggled as your hand went to cover your growing smile. You both soaked up this sense of normalcy for a minute, basking in the glow of each other.

“You are something else, Kennedy.”

“In a good or bad way?” His tone was flirtatious as he relaxed slightly.

“A bit of both, just how I like it.” You gaze at him through half lidded eyes. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to pull you to his chest and kiss you so deeply that he would still linger on your lips as you drove home.

He didn’t, as a fear of your rejection crept up his neck. He hasn’t laid a finger on you since you both had gotten back, not wanting to trigger your fight or flight reflexes. It was a miracle that you didn’t start running the opposite direction when you saw him. He’d let you come to him, he refused to force himself upon you. No matter how badly he needed to feel you.

“When do you leave?”

“Next week.” It hurt to finally confront, “Why? You want to throw me a going away party in the break room?” You joked, trying to cover up the pain in your voice.

“Absolutely.” He said with a smile and you just rolled your eyes.

“I’ll pass, but if you want to go out for drinks?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” He chuckled, his brain beginning to stumble over the word temporary. “How long is temporary, by the way?”

“Hey, we have to have something to discuss over drinks.” You didn’t want to break it to him now that temporary meant almost two years. Your lips form a tight smile that didn’t fool him, but he understood.

“Right.” An awkwardness starts to clog his throat, “You also didn’t mention Ada in your reports either.”

You sighed, refusing to look at him as your stomach turned into an empty pit, “I’m afraid that’s another topic I’ll have to save until I have some alcohol in my system.” His brows knitted together and he sighed. Every conversation starter leads him to a dead end. Every excuse to spend more time with you coming up short.

“I understand.” He didn’t, but he was willing to be patient. He owed you more than just his patience.

“Listen, I’ve gotta get going. I’m meeting an old friend for dinner and breaking the transfer news to them as well. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You go to open your car door and he just watches you run from him. Unable to move or speak as he prepares himself to wallow in the depression of your absence.

“Tomorrow, Princess.” Your heart flutters at the nickname as you crack a smile. You get into the car and start the engine. You roll your window down and take a final look at him, your chest blossoming despite everything.

“You still have stuff to do so don’t start something you can’t finish.” He smiles as you put the car in reverse and back out of your parking spot. “Goodnight, dear.” You shout from your window before rolling your window up and driving away from him. Leaving him in an empty parking lot while he waved you away. Leon let out a heavy sigh as his hands found their way into his pockets.

His thoughts ran wild as he tried to think of a way to fix this.

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mvjerbs · 8 months

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Ok so another au idea but story barely changes because this post focuses on Todd. I had small conversation with someone in one of my post made my brain go explode and remember the small scenarios I have with my own nice Todd and it made me giggle cause of the friendship.

In this au, Todd's relationship with Ballister started rough because the boy is insensitive and doesn't realize it.

He was always left confused as to why Ballister seemed so mad everytime they run into each other until Ambrosius (they're friends here) tells Todd about his problem of being rude to others without realizing it.

Upon knowing this Todd feels guilty and plans to apologize to Ballister, before also realizing that he must have done the same thing to Ambrosius a couple of times as well, so apologized to Ambrosius before looking for Ballister (Ambrosius helped him apologize to Ballister).

From then on, Ballister had two best friends who protects him from the bullying and the hate.

Todd developed a crush on Ballister, but soon discovers later that Ambrosius has a crush on Ballister as well. They would have become rivals if Ambrosius didn't share the fact that he(Ambrosius) had been crushing on Ballister before the three of them became best friends.

Todd felt bad knowing that Ambrosius had hid his feelings for so long while he just developed it recently, so he gave up and helped Ambrosius instead.

Cut to Todd's terrible wingman skills whenever Ballister is around. It always results into Ambrosius glaring at him while Todd just smiles and gives him a thumbs up.

Ambrosius: *whispering* "wuh- Todd! what are you doing?!?" Todd: *whispering back* "trying to get you alone with Ballister!" Ambrosius:*whispers angrily* "WITH A RUBBER CHICKEN AND A SANDWHICH?!?"

Surprisingly it works and Ambrosius has no idea why but he'll think about that later, and he'll also thank Todd about it.

At some point, Todd tells Ambrosius that he also had a crush on Ballister but gave it up so Ambrosius could have Bal instead. Made Ambrosius feel bad but Todd reassures him that its fine, and that it would hurt Ambrosius more if he(Todd) would end up with Ballister when Ambrosius had been crushing on him for years.

Soon Ambrosius and Ballister made it official, which made Todd happy for them. Despite the change of relationship, the trio stayed close and would always include Todd.

Except for date nights of course.

As a result, Todd became their child. Always keeping an eye on him and making sure that Todd doesn't accidentally insult someone without realizing it was an insult and to translate what Todd meant to others.

Ambrosius and Ballister would say "mean word/s" to let Todd know. And Todd would correct himself.

Will also add that Todd has the habit to just not continue or pause when he speaks because he assumes that others know what he is talking about, so Ballister and Ambrosius has to always give him a sign to let him know he needs to explain more.

No idea how the story would go in this version because I only focused on the silly Todd moments. Have two scenes that I thought of: Knighting ceremony Ambrosius helped Ballister into his armor, adjusting his shoulder pads in place to secure it. Ballister turned around, smiling at him as if to tell him thank you from his smile. Ballister was about to speak when suddenly an arm was placed over his shoulder which a bit of force which took him and Ambrosius by surprise.

"Hey Ballister, I know things were really tough for you back then, and I really thought you don't belong here." Todd finishes and lightly punched Ballister's shoulder. They were silent for a moment, expecting Todd to continue but didn't.

"And?"

"And what? You proved me wrong and now you're going to be a knight." Todd answers , feeling confused before realizing why both of them seem to look like they were anticipating something.

"Oh, did I do it again? Sorry." Todd apologized, taking his arm off of Ballister before moving to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

"No worries. it's all right" Ballister reassured him with a smile.

Punchable face "I don't need a si-" "Every villain needs a sidekick"

"I'm not a villain-"

"WOAH! sick murder wall!" Nimona exclaims, excitedly hoping over to the said wall with pictures of people and evidence. "Are these your next targets?" "What?" "Who do you want to kill first?" Nimona asks, tapping her fingers together in a sinister way. Her eyes dart around the pictures on the wall before settling on the picture of Todd with a smug smile on his face. She gasps before pointing towards it. "THIS ONE! This one looks extremely punchable!" Nimona clenched her fist with an excited grin as she pictures herself beating the punchable guy. "Don't say that! He's actually really nice!" Ballister said, clearly offended about what she said about Todd. "Well, he can be insensitive but he's just not aware of it sometimes- wait no- GAH, THAT IS NOT A MURDER WALL!"

#ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #nimona #nimona movie #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #Todd Sureblade #I just really like asshole characters being good #he could be the uncle that nimona would hang out with #hes dumb he can be persuaded #share yall's ideas i wanna hear it

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royalrebelpropaganda · 3 months

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ooh you should elaborate ooh

( @oklotea ) ( @dollmenace )

why ofc 🤭 with no further ado here are my transfem headcanons & explanations

duchess :

manifesto largely here , here , and here , but I don't ever clarify as to WHY I think she has trans girl energy, so I will elaborate now.

first of all, narrative role of swans in stories. especially in stories like the ugly duckling, where there's an "ugly" kid who is socially outcast, excluded, harassed, and ends up becoming something beautiful like they were always meant to be-- it works really well as a trans metaphor, and duchess is literally a swan <3

but that's not her story! and you'd be right to point that out. to me, there's something about the way she's constantly feeling left out of the other princess groups because she's not a "happily-ever-after princess," the way she's basically dismissed by the princessology teacher by her saying "are you sure you're a real princess?" -- and wanting so desperately to be one.

so she follows around ashlynn, so she yells at apple, so she tears raven to shreds. she is so jealous and I honestly really think that the jealousy translates really well to a sort of gender envy -- especially since she's constantly dismissed by the same girls. she's constantly portrayed as wanting to "steal" their stories, and really all she wants is a happily ever after, the same safety and comfort they get by being a princess. I think the metaphor kind of speaks for itself.

"Seems to me we need to win this thing so you can always be a girl." - Sparrow Hood to Duchess Swan, Next Top Villain

dexter :

manifesto here + also I ADORE @tiny-leafbug's transfem dex art

now I know a lot of people headcanon dex as transmasc, which honestly I can actually fully understand in the context of the show and diaries. the idea that he's constantly trying to perform this paragon of masculinity, and constantly falling short. I get it.

HOWEVER! the books is where I fell in love with dex, and in the books dex's vibe is different. he doesn't care about being a "prince charming," not really, and his relationship with his brother seems much more affectionate, with him responding to daring's ribbing in turn and not really caring about daring making fun of him. this lack of caring makes all that pressure put on his shoulders by his parents seem more like something he never wanted to live up to in the first place. on the boxes, he says -- well, I'm good at hero training. and in the books, raven notices the calluses on his hands, the skill he has in PE class. it's not that he's ever been bad at what his parents what him to do. it's that... he doesn't want to do it.

at some point he says "well ... everyone else has been able to recite their story since they learned to talk, while I'm facing this huge unknown." there's something about this lack of direction and destiny that sets him completely apart from students that need to be a certain thing. all dex ever had to do was be a prince, and still, he wants to rebel. still, he followed raven into the dark. because maybe he didn't want to be a prince at all.

raven said "check you out, totally rocking the prince-to-the-rescue gig," and dexter said "what? no, I mean... that's not really me." - Storybook of Legends

dexter, in the books, is constantly torn between the royals and the rebels, this loyalty he has to the first person that's ever seen him, and daring, who still wants him to be, yknow, him. he is expected, at all times, to perform as his brother, to be his brother. and he doesn't want that. he doesn't want that at all.

“And Prince Dexter Charming?” Kitty smiled hugely. Her smile lingered a moment after she disappeared. She reappeared beside Dexter, holding a broom, which she thrust into his hands. “He might become a wicked witch!”

Dexter looked at the broom, shrugged, and gave a small laugh, glancing over at Raven as if to check what she thought.”

- The Unfairest of Them All

cedar :

I don't have quite as much to say here; this isn't a headcanon I have 24/7, it's just fun to think about

she is constantly talking about how she "wants to be a real girl" and idk there is something trans about that. to me.

“I don’t know what to do,” said Cedar. “Am I supposed to sit with my friends same as always? Or pick a side based on what I want? I’m not a Royal, but then again I do want my destiny, when I’ll be changed from a puppet into a real girl, but then again, I do want others to be able to choose if they don’t like their destiny so… so I don’t know what to do now!” - The Unfairest of Them All

I hope this helped <33

#sockspeaks #cedar wood #dexter charming #duchess swan #transfem headcanons #ever after high #eah

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bearsanpancakes · 1 year

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Mitsuki Izumi - RabbiTube Mini Rabbit chat

[Note: I am translating from the Taiwanese server of IDOLiSH7, not the Japanese server! Translations might differ from the original Japanese version due to that, but it shouldn’t make too much of a difference overall!]

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Touma: Thank you both for yesterday’s RabbiTube Mini afterparty!

Touma: I feel glad to be able to visit your dorm 😄

Mitsuki: Mhmm! Thank you for coming over!

Sogo: Thanks for your hard work, Touma. We should be the ones to thank you instead for bringing a hostess gift.

Mitsuki: The locally-made beer you brought was super good! 🍻 The muscat flavor felt very refreshing!

Sogo: It wasn’t too sweet despite having a fruity flavor to it, it goes down really well.

Touma: I had some of it while I was doing some on-location filming and thought it tasted really good…! I’m glad that you both like it as well!

Mitsuki: Sogo drank until his face was flushed, after all!

Sogo: It was very delicious, so I drank it a little too fast on accident…

Mitsuki: Thankfully it went unnoticed by Tamaki w

Touma: Would something bad happen if he noticed?

Sogo: Not really… It’s just that I’d get caught in embarrassing situations if I had too much to drink… especially that I’d keep causing trouble for Tamaki-kun…

Touma: Is that so? Now I feel like the serious and tense Sogo has a funny side to him after all!

Sogo: I

Sogo: I didn’t act unseemly in front of you, did I!?

Touma: No, no ww It’s just that you constantly gave me peanut shells as a gift w

Sogo: I’m sorry for my unseemly behavior…

Mitsuki: ww

Mitsuki: It’s alright, everyone was drinking super fast and the atmosphere was lively, so don’t worry too much!

Touma: Yeah, that’s right! I also drank tons of beer because Mitsuki-san’s cooking pairs well with alcohol, and it tasted really good!

Mitsuki: Ah!! Your compliment sure does make me happy!

Touma: It truly was amazing!

Touma: The sausages and the mustard potato salad kept me craving for more…

Mitsuki: I’m glad that it suits your appetite! I’ll prepare lots of them for you the next time you visit 💪

Touma: Now that I’m reminded of the dishes, I’m craving them again…

Mitsuki: You sure are an adorable foodie ww

Sogo: Those two dishes are quite popular amongst our teammates as well.

Touma: Oh, I’m sure it tastes great!! It must be amazing to have a teammate who’s good at cooking…!

Mitsuki: Does ZOOL not cook often?

Touma: We have a guy who can make perfect Japanese cuisine and help out around the kitchen, a guy who once said he doesn’t quite know how to show off his culinary skills to other people, a guy who knows a really great chef, and a guy who only recently learned about temperature and time control when it comes to cooking!

Mitsuki: Ah, I think I know who’s who!!! 😆

Sogo: Once you learn about temperature and time control, you’ll be able to learn how to cook in no time. Touma, you’ve mentioned that your senses are sharp when it comes to picking out seasoning. I think that you could memorize different seasonings immediately, you might have the talent for it.

Touma: So you knew which one was me huh ww

Mitsuki: Yeah! You were previously able to quickly discover ingredients that enhance the flavor of a dish, after all! Especially when it comes to seasoning for Chinese cuisine！

Mitsuki:

Touma: Yup! I’ve been into slightly spicy flavors recently, so I really enjoy Chinese cuisine!

Sogo: I’ll make some mapo tofu the next time you come over then. There’s been a spice I’ve been wanting to test out…

Mitsuki: Oh, what spice is it?

Sogo: There’s some in the kitchen, let me go take it!

Touma: So you’re both at the dorm right now, huh!

Mitsuki: Sogo is currently tidying up the clothes that need to be washed and I’m looking through my script, we’re doing our own things while chatting!

Touma: That makes me long for a dormitory lifestyle~

Mitsuki: Although there are some exhausting aspects, it’s still really enjoyable!

Mitsuki: Regardless of exhaustion or joy, we can always return to the same home and share the same feelings. That’s what happiness is, don't you think?

Mitsuki: Zool may also suit a dormitory lifestyle. I think it’ll be nice to have some time to understand each other, or in other words, some common time together!

Touma: You’re right… senpai’s words have touched my heart deeply…

Mitsuki: Mhmm, if you all do plan on doing so, then I can give you all suggestions. Just contact me whenever!

Mitsuki: Uwah!

Touma: !?

Touma: Mitsuki-san!?

Touma:

Sogo: Sorry Touma! Mitsuki-san started coughing violently after opening the cover for the spice!

Touma: For real!?

Sogo: He went to drink some water

Sogo: I think he’s still coughing… He’s shaking his head still, could you please wait for a moment?

Touma: About that, our definitions of “slightly spicy” means the same in that it’s only a little bit spicy, right…!?

Sogo: Mhmm, that’s how I comprehended that term as well.

Mitsuki: Sorry for the wait!

Mitsuki: I directly smelled the spice on accident! I forgot to fan the spice with my hand while checking it, so I choked on it!

Touma: Are you guys running a science experiment or something!?

Sogo: Indeed, cooking is quite similar to an experiment. You do have talent after all, Touma.

Mitsuki: Oh~ I see! That’s an appropriate description!

Mitsuki: Sogo, let’s use this spice when we’re together!

Sogo: Okay! Let’s do that…! Touma: IDOLiSH7’s dorm does sound lively after all, how nice!

Sogo: I take it that you want to live a dormitory lifestyle with your teammates after reading Mitsuki-san’s messages?

Touma: Yup~ I think that would be nice!

Touma: It feels lively to simply walk out of the toilet and into the hallway.

Mitsuki: What does that mean? 🤔

Sogo: Did something happen?

Touma: I was startled by Yotsuba and Rokuya in the hallway the moment I stepped out of the toilet.

Touma: They both hugged each other and screamed “It appeared—!?”

Touma: So I said, “Yup, I’m done, so you guys can use it now.”

Touma: I thought to myself, “Simply meeting in the hallway can be so lively after all, huh!”

Mitsuki: www

Mitsuki: I think that’s somewhat our fault.

Sogo: I think it’s because Mitsuki-san and I secretly practiced our zombie acts in the living room at night…

Mitsuki: As we were practicing running while attacking, Nagi and Tamaki, who just finished playing their games, suddenly walked in.

Mitsuki: They screamed, “It appeared—!?” and caused a huge scene 😱

Touma:

Mitsuki: After our RabbiTube mini was released, they were watching it with their eyes closed w

Sogo: That’s right… Maybe they were startled when they saw you in the hallway because you also became a zombie in the video, Touma.

Touma: I see! Mitsuki-san and Sogo’s zombie acting skills were quite good after all w

Mitsuki: Thank you! Although it scared someone, all that practice was worth it ww

Mitsuki: Touma’s zombie act was perfect as well!

Touma: Speaking of which, my manager grabbed a chair to use as a shield and walked into the practice room while I was practicing ww

Touma: He thought there was a strange person in the practice room ww

Mitsuki: How cute ww

Mitsuki: We’re creating victims everywhere w

Mitsuki: But that also proves that our performances as zombies were great!

Touma: If I were to receive a job offer to act as a zombie on the spot, I think I’d be able to act it out well w

Sogo: I had lots of fun ever since the start of practice because there were a lot of acting techniques and moves that I don’t get to do often!

Mitsuki: Mhmm! I’m glad to be able to partner up with Sogo and Touma! Thank you! Both of you were very nice to work with 😄

Mitsuki: Let’s have some Chinese cuisine together at our dorm next time! Seriously, do come over soon!

Touma: Okay!! I’ll bring the drinks!!

Sogo: Then I will need to learn how to make some good, slightly spicy dishes.

Mitsuki:

Touma:

Sogo:

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End of RabbiTube Mini

#idolish7 #idolish 7 #ainanatl #mitsuki izumi #rabbitube mini

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stray-dogrose · 2 years

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I'm here rereading and thinking about the last chapter again so I'll throw here something I've noticed. I apologize in advance for my bad english and my poor skills in analyzing and exposing things.

Spoilers from chapter 101 ahead.

So let's start with the first panel, in which Chūya seems to be very tired: he's sweating and panting, as if he's reaching a limit. His eyes are whiter than the last time we saw him in chapter 98, there are fewer "wrinkles" under his eyes and even his fangs are significantly shorter. I think Harukawa-sensei drew a similar pose in both panels to allow us to notice these differences.

For the next bunch of panels we can only see Chūya's figure but he's faceless, so we can't get his expression.

Here we have the detail that rang an alarm bell in my poor and fucked up head.

"He's got the circuit already..."

I checked multiple translations plus the original japanese text in order to confirm that Fyodor was already aware of Dazai's plan from the start, he knew he would tamper with the circuit. And he gets scared, but just for a moment, 'cause his expression immediately changes in a more serious and concentrated one, as if he still has everything under control, as if he were waiting for it.

Even when Chūya starts to brutally punch the wall, Fyodor's eyes are clear and focused like we've never seen them before.

Then we have a close-up of Chūya's face again, where we can only see his still vampirized eyes but not his mouth, and again it's hard for us to tell exactly what kind of face he's "wearing".

In my opinion these two panels are just meant to be a glimpse of what Fyodor's seeing, they serve to draw attention to Chūya and his current state.

In fact, I think Fyodor's not looking at the wall to see if it will break. He's looking right at Chūya, he's evaluating his state. I mean look at his frowned expression: it's almost like he's calculating, maybe he's already planning an alternative escape route.

And only after having established that Chūya is still a vampire he says "this is bad". This can be referred to the fact that Dazai acted earlier than he had predicted and that Chūya is still a vampire. It's bad because it'll take a little more time for Chūya to regain his human form, and Fyodor clearly needs it to happen as soon as possible, even if we still don't know why.

Than we have the most painful panel of the entire chapter (of the entire manga, honestly), where Chūya is drowning and it seems that his "humanisation" is now completed, so here it comes what Fyodor is expecting from him.

Well, but what is Fyodor expecting from him? What should we expect?

Chūya obviously represents a key part of his plan, but in what way? If you think about it he hasn't played a part yet. Why is he here? Is he meant to deceive Dazai? Or to use Corruption?

[As much as I love Soukoku, I highly doubt that Chūya's been turned into human form by Dazai's voice, it's too "Disney Princess style", don't you think? We all know that the princess here is Dazai, but we're talking about Chūya now, it'd be out of character.]

C'mon, do you really think this is the face of someone on the verge of death? He has some plan in mind, he still has one, whether it's Chūya, his own ability, an external help or god knows what. He's mad as hell and I'm a bit scared of him right now, I think he will finally start acting serious.

In conclusion: it would be interesting to know if the vampire infection has a duration and I hope we'll get to know more about it in the next chapter, but I wouldn't be surprised if Asagiri took us back to where Aya and Bram are and gave us an explanation of a possible duration of the effect of his ability, if that was really the case.

Idk guys, maybe I'm just rumbling and all of this is so obvious for all of you that I'll make a fool of myself, but I wanted to point it out.

#bsd 101 #bsd analysis #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd fyodor dostoevskij #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd manga panel #asagiri kafka #kafka asagiri #harukawa 35 #sango harukawa #bsd manga spoilers #bsd theories #bsd thoughts #bsd dazai osamu

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Hello I haven’t done one of these before but may I request for the 1k event with twisted wonderland please?

When I first started the game I had taken Riddle's hand as my OG because he just had this commanding presence that drew me. For a while he was on my homescreen because I liked how while strict he has his soft moments and due to his background he lived a rather sheltered life which pulled at my heartstrings. Then I did some vignettes and Idia remained on my homescreen after for a while. I still adore Riddle, though Idia’s manner of speech and the fact he was a gamer/dork appealed to me as I consider myself both a gamer and dork as well. Now most recently, though again still love the former two, I have found myself intrigued by Rook and his uniqueness as well as his flowery wording. Honestly I believe part of it is because I have taken French so reading his lines is like testing what I had learned. He’s not everyones cup of tea but he is mine. I still do cherish Riddle and sometimes put him on my homescreen for a little if I get a new card for a day or two.

About me: I’m she/her but I don’t mind if you want to make mc, gn. I’m short like the height of Epel, plus size, and have short curly black hair. Personality wise I can be shy on occasion but if I can find a segue into talking to someone such as an anime pin I can muster up the courage to talk to them. Friendly but have very few actual close friends. I’m a bit of a goofball to those I’m really close with. I don’t like taking risks unless I’m 90% certain it’s in my favor. I dislike when promises are repeatedly broken. I prefer to get college assignments out of the way as soon as possible and make good grades though not complete 100’s. I used to do theatre. I enjoy Games, both video and board, and as I had mentioned earlier I took French but I’m only somewhat decent at it.

The Tale: This is difficult to choose but I will go Harem. I love them all so I would prefer a romance story. I would like romance with a good amount of angst if you could? It’s bad but I eat it up every time.

(So full disclosure, I use Google translate, so if your translation skills are saying something is funky, it's not your fault, it's mine 😂 I hope you enjoy this, I don't like traumatizing Riddle....but it's just so easy)

A Tale Where Riddle's Lover and her Lovers help Him Break Free

You knew that Riddle's mother would be a problem when you started your relationship. Then when Idia and Rook joined the group, you were absolutely certain she would be a problem.

So for a couple months, it was an unspoken rule that the relationship was secret, or at least not outside of your friend group just in case.

But today, you, Idia, and Rook had decided to meet Riddle in his room after you'd all finished your classes and homework for the day (a Riddle imposed rule). His face looked paler than normal, as he held his cellphone to his ear in silence.

He swallowed heavily, and said, "Yes, mother,"

Before hanging up. He jumped a little when he saw the three of you standing together.

"Oh, hello, I didn't see you there." He stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, my rose?"

"Good," you said quickly. "Riddle, what was she saying to you?"

"Nothing, everything's okay. What can I help you all with?"

The rest of the time with Riddle was awkward that day. You and Rook tried to dig a little, until Idia sent the three of you a discreet text.

Don't push. Give him time to process what the witch was saying to him. We can chat later.

So the three of you said your goodbyes, you giving Riddle what you hoped was a comforting hug, before leaving him be for the day.

….

Idia had been right, Riddle needed time. He had called you all into the kitchen where Trey had baked a strawberry tart that looked more mouthwatering than usual. Trey gave you all a sympathetic smile then left the room as Riddle started cutting slices of the tart for you all.

When you all had your slices, Riddle heaved a heavy sigh.

"So, you know how things are with my mother, right? Well, she wants me to come home and meet the woman she has decided I should marry."

The fork you had been using slipped from your fingers. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted by Rook swearing in french, and Idia's hair growing to a roaring flame.

"Rois de Roses! You cannot do this!"

"Bro! Not Pog!"

"Guys!" You shouted, the room going silent. "Riddle's the victim here, remember?"

You gently grabbed his hand as his eyes started watering.

"What do you want to do, love?"

Riddle stared down at his untouched tart, eyes beginning to overflow.

"I know our relationship is…unconventional, but I love you, my rose. And, in some Stockholm syndrome way I think I'm starting to fall for those two as well."

Idia's hair turned pink, and Rook gasped, about to spill out some kind of love confession, when you covered his mouth with your free hand.

Riddle gave a tired laugh and an eye roll before continuing, "Anyway, my point is, I want to stay with you, but I don't see how. If I tell her the truth, she might finally cut ties with me. Which means I won't be able to pay to stay here, and I'll have to leave you all anyway. And if I don't tell her, I'll have to marry a stranger. Maybe it won't be this girl, but it'll be some other rich girl."

"Dude, not to brag but I'm loaded. Like independently loaded. Like I'm a genius so I have a shit ton of money coming in all the time from my five star inventions," Idia said with a smug smirk.

"Idia, darling, get to the point," you said patiently.

"Oh, yeah. Point is, I can pay for you. As long as you keep my girl happy, I can pay for you to get your degree. Housing wise, I'm pretty sure the school is supposed to pay for housewarden's dorms, we can just ask Azul to find it in the contract to show Crowley."

"Rois de Roses, I first want to tell you how honored I am that I am close to winning ton amour. Secondly, I also have a flourishing business…"

"As an assassin…" you heard Idia mutter under his breath.

"And should Rois de ta chamber have his genius fail him, I would be more than happy to help you remain here," Rook finished, patting the Idia's head happily.

Riddle looked at the three of you softly smiling at him, and started to sniffle.

"I….I don't know what to say."

You wrapped your arms around him and set your head on his shoulder.

"Riddle, I love you so much. Whatever you decide to do in the end, we understand. But just know we can help take care of you."

"Sevens, I love you," he said, burying himself in your hair. You felt him heave a heavy sigh, before he said, "And I guess I love you two as well, again, in some Stockholm syndrome way."

Immediately, Rook was wrapping his arms around both of you, followed by what felt like a reluctant Idia joining the group.

"Okay," Riddle said, muffled by all the bodies around him, "I'm going to tell her. But can you all come with me?"

Three muffled ascensions arose from the hug.

….

It went as poorly as one would expect. The screaming was pretty horrible from "the witch", but pretty soon Rook, was shouting back, and pretty soon even you and Idia, the chronic introverts of the crew, were yelling.

Eventually, Riddle himself stood up, said how he was cutting her off, then told you all it was time to go.

Naturally, once the adrenaline of the moment was gone, Riddle was not super okay. It took a couple weeks of loving care from your harem, which was starting to become more of a poly relationship, before Riddle was able to function again.

But overtime, he healed. And you all got to watch him grow into a more confident, less tense individual.

But it still shocked you all when, after he got his master degree many years later, he got down on one knee and pulled out a box with three rings in it.

"Rois de Roses, mon cœur ne peut contenir la joie qu'il nourrit!" Rook said, sobbing.

"Rook, I had a whole speech planned," Riddle laughed, shaking his head.

"Riddle! Oh my god, yes!" You cried, getting on your own knees and pressing kisses all over his face, feeling joy at seeing his face turn a bright red.

"Guys…" Riddle sighed, his smile growing wider.

"It's your own fault for thinking we'd follow your game plan," Idia said, taking a moment to kiss each of your cheeks.

"You're right. I should have known," Riddle said, starting to reciprocate the kisses you were giving him.

"So I take it we're all in agreement then," you laughed out.

Your three boys wrapped their arms tightly around you and gave a resounding,

"Yes."

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winterswhite · 9 months

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Some of my thoughts after rereading the A3! prologue:

Resisting every urge to point out interesting things I'm noticing in A3EN's localization of the prologue with 3.5 more years of Japanese knowledge, this is a reading club, not a translation club

Why is this the only instance of pink text in the game? I think it's really funny how they highlighted important lines in pink here and then proceeded to never do that again

Logistically I know it was only done here as a way of introducing the player to things and it has no real place anywhere else in the story, but it's still funny

Tsuzuru not catching on about the street act is so cute www

I love how you can tell from this very first interaction between Tasuku and Haruto, and then between Haruto and Tsuzuru, that Godza is a kinda messy environment behind the scenes

In retrospect, this was so fucked up of Izumi's mom (I didn't think anything of it back then, but with the knowledge I have now... whew)

hE RECOGNIZES HER

"KYAAAAAAAAA"

BACKHOE

I think it's so interesting that Sakoda was able to get a permit for the backhoe? It's something so small but I think it's fun how we see here that he has the skill needed to safely operate heavy machinery even though he's often seen as someone who isn't good at much of anything, so it really just comes down to his life circumstances more than his actual ability (I mean the kid's just being taught to read at a third grade level, and it's not his fault)

Pictured: The moment it was over for me

This whole scene is such a mess

The way Sakyo implies there have been other plays recently?? If this is Sakuya's first show, how did those work?

Oh Sakuya sounds so awkward it's hard to watch. Shoutout to Sakai for achieving that

Izumi's thoughts as she watches Sakuya perform hit different knowing about her own failures and experiences with theater

This line always, always gets me. Hard work alone doesn't amount to crap in this world. It never did for him. His mother worked so hard and yet they were poor, he worked hard and could never achieve his own goals... hard work never earned him anything. If it did, maybe he could've stood on this stage, too. Maybe Mankai wouldn't have reached this point. Maybe we wouldn't be here.

Honestly, everything here shows how much Sakyo loves Mankai and how hurt he is too

This conversation between Sakyo and Matsukawa is so much, they both care so much about the theater but Matsukawa is so desperately latching onto it while Sakyo has resigned himself to its fate, he's all but given up (just like he has on himself lol <- in pain)

Oh boy Yukio mention (the way he haunts the narrative is so much)

It's funny that Sakyo takes that jab at Matsukawa for wanting to lean on Yukio and count on him to single-handedly save Mankai, considering what he just said about hard work. If Yukio can't be relied on as the "savior" of Mankai (all the actors need to come back and everything needs to be the way it was before) and hard work alone won't do it either... he really has lost hope

Sakyo you fucking tsundere

You're the boss, boss!

Something something Izumi about to lose the last connection she has to her father even if it's not one she ever really had much of a part in before

Oh Izumi you're so bad at this

Sakyo is Not taking this (meanwhile, Matsukawa...) I do appreciate how he still gave her a chance though, however small it was

Honestly I feel bad for Matsukawa here, knowing how he's been trying so desperately just to keep the troupe afloat for eight years even though it clearly hasn't been going well

Obviously there was no way to fit this into the English localization, but I love how Sakuya introduces himself and then tells Izumi how to spell his name in kanji because of the many different ways it can be written (花の咲くの咲也です！)

I also really appreciate Izumi as a character and how real she feels right from the very beginning, from her interest in theater to her hammy acting to her quick thinking skills

Matsukawa you've been at this for years... (also I'm curious about Izumi's old troupe)

I didn't care much for Sakuya when I first read this story, but knowing all that I do about him now, this is all so endearing... he's so sweet in how he's comforting Izumi and checking in on her (and his whole thing about not wanting to lose the troupe hurts)

"Might as well fail like men!" thank you for the encouragement Matsukawa

I honestly think there's so much to be said about Masumi's character right from the beginning, like with him repeatedly asking how his acting was

Tsuzuru the biggest "struggling uni student" mood

Oh Masumi's line about just taking anyone hits so different in Japanese... Maybe I'm just not as good at picking up on certain types of slang and innuendo, but his wording is so much more... questionable in Japanese, that double meaning cannot be ignored.

Oh god I'm thinking about the A3 timeline again. I will once again try to push it back into the furthest depths of my mind because there clearly is no such thing as "time" in this universe and trying to figure it out has given me headaches before.

#i talk a lot #a3! reading club #anposting a3!

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twilightmalachite · 4 months

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2×2 - Children on the Streets 13

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(There you go, criticizing yourself in the mirror again…)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: 2×2 Program Set

Yuuta: (Well alright, so? So you have a lover, but no close friends. So what are these kidnappers to you, Aniki?)

Hinata: (If you’re calling Anzu-san my lover, then you’re mistaken! She’s the number one most irritating girl in the world to me!)

Yuuta: (It’s rare for you to have special feelings towards someone, positive or negative, so I can’t help but find it a lil’ intriguing, though…♪)

Hinata: (Don’t concern yourself over it. Because it’s seriously nothing. Aw man, I’m not good at these topics…)

Yuuta: (Hehe, you’re very capable Aniki, so I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome anything even if you’re not good at it in no time, right?—One way or another.)

Hinata: (I’ll try my very best, then.)

(…Those kidnappers who took me away are the very delinquents that were rumored to be terrorizing the town lately.)

(But y’see, although they’ve only recently become a topic, they’ve been living there in that town for a long time.)

(And they haven’t even been doing anything bad. They were labeled a color gang and we were warned about them, but there was nothing ever said about anything like actual damage, right?)

(That’s because they genuinely didn’t do anything bad.)

(The reason the police were so lax in their response was because it was a nonissue, there was very little real danger.)

(In fact, it was more like it was the residents who overreacted and attacked them. Apparently the police had to devote a lot of manpower to deal with it.)

(Change your perspective, and the entire world will change, right? Hehe, that's just what Sora-kun says, though.)

(You do have close friends, Aniki. You have those who have taught you important things.)

(Yeah. Maybe… I guess I really had no need to feel so lonely.)

(But, that aside. All the talk about delinquents causing trouble around town was nothing but a nightmare imagined by people who were feeling depressed over the recession.)

(In reality, it was nothing but a group of people with no place to go, surviving by supporting one another.)

(Just like us, back when we had run away from home.)

Yuuta: (It was less supporting one another, and more Aniki supporting me one-sidedly, though.)

Hinata: (I got a ton of support from you too, you know, Yuuta-kun. Just mostly in a mental way.)

(Anyways, those people who we used to be like back then, they were all scared, being called delinquents.)

(They were anxious that they might get targeted by these hypervigilant residents. Turns out, an anti-delinquency movement of sorts was even about to start…)

(I was asked if I could do something about it.)

(Well, “asked”. It was a rather rough means of doing so, it basically was a thread.)

Yuuta: (So they did do something bad, after all!)

Hinata: (Doesn’t that just go to show how cornered they were? And, truthfully, they probably hated me, too.)

(You know, Yuuta-kun, they told me I wasn’t being fair.)

Yuuta: (You’re never being fair, though.)

Hinata: (Right. Even though I too was a stray cat with no place to go, back then…)

(I became happy. I was given protection from Master and built a career on the street performance skills I had built up there—)

(And now here I am, a sparkling idol up on the big stage! ♪)

(But we were all supposed to have been the same. Why only me? …That’s the grudges they spat at me. It was pretty rough. It had been a long time since I had felt so bad.)

Yuuta: (“Why”? They’re just unhappy because they didn’t try hard enough. It’s their just deserts.)

(How come everything bad is our fault? It’s just not true!)

Hinata: (There you go, criticizing yourself in the mirror again…)

(I understand where you’re coming from, Yuuta-kun. And in fact, it may be their just deserts, to an extent, but…)

(The unkind God never gave those guys an “opportunity”. A spider's thread was never lowered into hell.)

(We had grabbed it. We just so happened to catch the attention of some kind people.)[1]

(Looking back, I think it was the luckiest thing in the world. Y’know Yuuta-kun, you might hate everyone in the world, but…)

(Among that “everyone”, there are kind people who have helped us, you know.)

Yuuta: (… …)

Hinata: (So, I hope you won’t hate the world anymore, Yuuta-kun—)

(That’s the kind person I want to be.)

(I want to be like Master and like Sakuma-senpai and the others, who picked us up when we were stray cats, and loved us.)

Hinata: (I decided to forgive those who kidnapped me and spat those resentful words at me, with that in mind.)

(It’s instinctual for stray cats to bite, because to them, everything around them is their enemy.)

(And if you don’t bite, you can’t protect yourself and the companions important to you.)

(But. This world needs someone kind who will forgive even if they are bitten, and pick those up and bring them somewhere warm.)

(“That” is who I want to be. That is why I gave them jobs this time around. And I will continue to do so. I want to help them earn enough money to get themselves through the cold winter.)

(Waaay back then, I learned how to live on the streets, thanks to their guidance.)

(I’ll repay that favor.)

(Hatred creates a ripple effect, but so does kindness.)

(I want to continue carrying on that torch, and spread it across the world.)

(That’s what I’ve wanted to do, since the very, very start.)

Hinata: (I wanted to protect what was important to me. I wanted to bring them somewhere warm so they wouldn’t have to be hurt anymore.)

(So that’s what I’ll do. And what I’ll continue to do. Even if you don’t like it, Yuuta-kun, because it is what I truly want to do.)

(I’ll fill the world with love and kindness.)

(If I do that, Yuuta-kun, then you won’t have anyone to hold a grudge against anymore, right?)

Yuuta: (…You’re really arrogant.)

(But it’s fine. You and I are twin brothers, Aniki, but we’re two separate people. I have no right to stop you from doing what you want to do.)

Yuuta: (Sure, there may be kind people in this world out there. But, the number of them is still overwhelmingly small.)

(If you ever get devastated by that cruel truth and frustrated by that reality, Aniki… I’ll be watching you from the side, laughing.)

(And when you hit rock bottom and become the same creature as me, we’ll fight side by side for the “same cause” together again.)

Hinata: (That day will never come. No, I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that.)

Yuuta: (Then it’s a match to see which of our desired futures will come to be first, huh?)

(I won’t lose, Hinata-kun.)

Hinata: (I have no intention of losing either, Yuuta-kun.)

Yuuta & Hinata: “♪~♪~♪”

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A reference to The Spiders Thread, a story by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa where a spider's thread is descended into hell by Buddha, giving the protagonist a chance to climb himself out. Upon seeing others grab onto and try to climb the thread behind him, he shouts that the thread is his alone; at that moment the thread snaps, plunging them all back down. The story is about compassion.

#2×2 #2x2 #yuuta aoi #hinata aoi #event #translation

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slashingdisneypasta · 8 months

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Ok I can't think of anything for the Grychoppy blurb, so I'm not gonna write that now... But I do have this long overdue blurb to give you (and I promise I'll leave your inbox alone after this. Thank you for putting up with my crap for this long 😅)

So... Remember that vampire Wheezy x Y/N x Greasy thing we talked about? :) (Whether they're silly weasel vamps or hot human-like vamps, you decide)

Wheezy grumbled to himself as he opened a new pack of cigarettes with skill that only a true chainsmoker could possess before lighting a few new smokes. Part of the benefit of already being dead- partially at least- was that you didn't have to worry about the side effects of these kinds of bad habits. Not that Wheezy would have cared. The relief the tobacco gave him was too addicting for him to care... That and he was far too irritated at the universe right now, 'Fucken' hell... Why did this have'ta happen?'

Of course, his soulmate, the one person he was supposed to have been looking forward to meeting when he started this new life, the one person who, according to Psycho, was supposed to be the life long companion meant for him, just so happened to be Greasy's soulmate too. Y/N... He hadn't thought much about finding his soulmate in all honesty, but out of all the people who he could have been paired up with, it was with that perverted moron?? He couldn't have gotten anybody else???

And somehow, the worst part was that you... Were a godamn sweetheart. Comfortable with the chaos of this household, very comfortable with Greasy's touching- and even reciprocated, making things pretty uncomfortable for Psycho and the boss. But they were still nice company to have. Definitely nice compared to the rest of his housemates... And they were pretty cute, too.

Wheezy could still remember- practically feel the spark that shot up his arm and down his spine when the two of you shook hands. Not a whole lot shocked him these days, but the feeling that he had gotten, the feeling deep in his bones that Y/N was the one, had been enough to make his expression go slack from its usually cold look. It must have, because Greasy had immediately zeroed in on his face. And knowing that sleaze, he already knew what had happened.

Wheezy didn't have to see the venomous betrayed look on the other vampires' faces to know that there was going to be hell to pay... After Greasy got back home escorting Y/N home. He only had a few precious moments of silence before the screeching would begin...

The sound of the door slamming open told Wheezy that his time had come, "¿Dónde está ese maldito fumador!?"

"Fuuuuck..." Contributing to his headache with unnecessary screeching. Strike one.

Either Greasy already knew where he would be, by the window in the back of the house, or those damn enhanced senses already gave away his position. Either way, it wasn't long before the green clad blood sucker had burst into the room in a rage, dark eyes narrowed viciously as he glared at the smoker. Who just looked plainly right back at him, "'Sup?"

It was a sarcastic response, of course. And it just spurred that spaniard into a bigger tiff; growling more Spanish that Wheezy couldn't care to think of the translation right now, and his fists clenched at his sides, "No puedo creer esta mierda. You actually had the gall..."

"I didn't do shit." Wheezy growled back, his usually concealed fangs shown momentarily. And they were clenched tightly around the many cigarettes in his mouth. He was in no mood for Greasy's bullshit tonight, and didn't bother trying to pretend not to know what this was about, "Last I checked, 'ya can't control who 'yer soulmate is."

"¡Sé que hiciste algo!" Greasy snarled back before stepping forward to jab an accusatory finger into his housemates chest. Ok, now he was invading his space; that was strike two, "Y/N isn't for you. You think you can just waltz in after all the hard work I've put in to get them!?"

"'Ya mean trynna get in their pants?"

That was a bit of a low blow. Y/N wasn't just a free meal and fuck to Greasy. To either of them. But Wheezy didn't care about the perverts feelings at that moment. Not with that sharp finger shoved in his chest, this ridiculous notion that he was trying to take away his teammates person, and no more fresh packs of smokes in his pocket- he should have known to go to the corner store today. If Greasy didn't back down, they were going to have problems.

Though, of course, that idiot didn't know when to quit. Not with women, and not this either apparently. That was evident with the way he sneered in Wheezy's face, and his eyes gleamed dangerously. It was a warning that Wheezy had seen many times before, and didn't feel at all intimidated by. But it certainly managed to piss him off right now, "No digas una puta palabra más sobre ellos..."

...

Fuck it. Greasy wanted a fight, he'll give him a fight.

The crunch of his housemates nose under his fist and the way he flew across the room was pretty satisfying. Had Greasy been a mortal, Wheezy probably would have broken his entire face in with that punch. Though fortunately for him, he just had a broken nose. Not that that would have stopped the pervert either way. He was always a persistent little shit, "¡¿Así es como va a ser fumador!?"

The smoker growled right back, cold eyes narrowing before flickering to the shine of metal in Greasy's hands. He just didn't know when to quit, did he? "If you say so..."

The fight didn't even last two minutes- though with all the crashing, hissing, claw and knife marks, they easily looked like they had been brawling for much longer- before it got the attention of everyone else in the house. Psycho in particular, had made a mad dash towards the commotion, and was practically drooling at the chance to sink his claws into something after being under house arrest for so long, "ARE WE FIGHTING!?"

"NO THE FUCK WE AIN'T!" Smartass exclaimed, pushing the lunatic to the side before jumping into the fray. With Stupid trailing behind him for backup.

Ok I should probably end this here XD (I also just really wanted to end it with Smartass losing his shit on your boys XD). I know this isn't too long, and as such I couldn't get too many details in, and I'm not sure how well I wrote their tempers. But I hope this was still fun to read ^^

ITS ABOUT TIME I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I L O V E THIS. LOVE IS TOO MILD A WORD, ACTUALLY. I WOULD CHEAT ON MY HUSBAND WITH THIS FIC-

Ehem.

I WISH

I COULD COLLECT

MY T H O U G H T S.

BUT I CANT. SO I'M JUST GONNA YELL ALL THE THINGS HERE THAT MADE ME DIE, OKAY? AND WARNING I'M GONNA USE ALL CAPS AND NO I WILL NOT BE PRESSING CAPSLOCK- I WILL BE HOLDING DOWN SHIFT THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE THAT IS HOW EXCITED I AM.

I NEVERRRRRR GET OVER HOW GREAT GREASY's MANIPULATIVE CRAZY PERVERTED PERSONALITY MIXES WITH WHEEZY's ADDICTION ADDLED CHILL ONE. NEVER. AND ITS LIKE YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING ON IN MY HEAD.

WHEEZY BEING FRUSTRATED ABOUT HIS LIFE. RELATEABLE GUY.

WHEEZY CALLING US A SWEATHEART. GAH!

GREASY JUST 'KNOWING' DAMNWELL WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHEN WHEEZY REALISED Y/N IS HIS SOULMATE. YES. WE LOVE JEALOUSY WHEN ITS FOUNDED ON ROCK.

-ACT THE FACT THAT WHEEZY KNOWS GREASY KNOWS? I LOVE THAT! I LOVE HOW WHEEZY G E TS HIS TEAMMATES.

OMG GREASY CALMLY TAKING Y/N HOME, KEEPING UP THE GOOD LOVER DEMEANOUR, WHILE WHEEZY GOES TO SMOKE OUT A WINDOW KNOWING THAT GREASY'S ABOUT TO Z O O M BACK THERE AND SERVE HIM A DISH OF UNDESERVED GREASY-THEMED CRAZY. E X C E L L E N T. AGAIN, HE K N O W S HIS TEAMMATES.

'the door slamming open told wheezy that his time had come'- XDDD OMG XD YOU ARE BOTH DRAMA KINGS.

JUST- JUST GREASY SLAMMING THE DOOR AND STORMIN G THROUGH THE HOUSE TO WHEEZY SENT ME.

"'Sup?"- WHEEZY. IN THE FACE OF MAMA GREASY'S FURY?? YOU WANNA GET BIT? MY GUY IS SO TIRED 😅😅😅

GREASY SPEAKING MORE SPANISH SINCE HE'S PISSED.

WHEEZY GETTING MAD TOO. HELL. THATS HOT.

WHEEZY COUNTING THE S T R I K E S.

'Y/N isn't for you'

THAT LOW BLOW FROM WHEEZY HOLY SHIT HE MUST BE FRUSTRATED. THE TENSION OH LORD. ITS H E A V Y.

WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY!!

THE SUGGESTION THAT A BROKEN FACE WOULD NOT HAVE STOPPED GREASY'S PERSISTENT, CRAZY ASS. AND GREASY PULLING OUT HIS BLADE AHH. HE BRINGS AKNIFE TO A FIST FIGHT. THATS SUCH W E A S E L L Y, ASSHOLE MOVE AND THATS WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIM.

PSYCHO DROOLING OVER THE FIGHT AND THAT LINE 😂😂😂😂 HE REMINDS ME OF A PONCHINELLO MONSTER (book f/o) IN THAT MOMENT AND IT JUST A D D S TO MY LOVE FOR THIS PIECE.

SMARTASS 🤣🤣🤣

ANNNND JUST MY FAVOURITE WORDS AND PHRASES (/YOUR MASTERFUL USE OF THEM) HERE: 'VENEMOUS', 'TIFF', 'GROWLING', 'GALL', 'SNARLED', 'WALTZ', 'SNEERED', 'MAD DASH', 'LUNATIC' AND 'AINT'.

... I'm sorry for the caps XD I love this though if that was not clear ^^

Peaceful and cute gifs to counteract the insane responce:

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farlynthordens · 10 months

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SKB Short Story 3 - Chisel of the Mind’s Eye

summary of a short story published in Dengeki Bunko, vol 63. takes place between volumes 1 and 2. Contains minimal main story spoilers.

there is an intro page with the same art from v2′s cover, but there’s a fun little diagram about the 6 towers that we haven’t seen before. it lists each tower’s leader and what they consider virtuous.

Fire: possessing beauty and strength Earth: possessing knowledge Gold/metal: possessing money Water: possessing artistic talent/skill Wood: being calm/unshakable (translated by eight for the fan server)

Bisco and Milo have made it to Shimane, traveling a deserted mountain path toward Izumo. Noticing rain clouds forming, milo asks if they should take shelter in case of acid rain, but bisco doesn’t respond.

He’s crying and sniffling while reading a picture book of Bunbuku Chagama. Milo pokes fun at him a little and asks if a guy with a bounty on his head is the type to cry at a folktale, to which bisco asks if milo has no heart (because the ending of the story is very sad)

It starts to rain while they’re bantering, and milo hurries actagawa along to find shelter. They come across a giant temple buried deep among the trees and tall grass, seeming abandoned. But despite being dark and empty, it’s surprisingly pleasant.

B: “Let’s start a fire and eat.” M: “I wonder though... is there really no one here?” B: “Heh heh... maybe there IS someone, like a pink-haired jellyfish with a worm in her stomach...”

A flame then sparks and bisco draws his bow as he jumps in surprise. Standing before them holding a lantern is a young girl who has her eyes closed.

The girl seems to believe at first that they are god(s) and apologizes for not being done with her carving of them yet. Milo hastily tries to apologize for intruding, and explains that they aren’t bad people and were just looking for a place to get out of the rain. The girl is quick to accept them as visitors, and brings them some worn-out cloth to put on the cold floor for sleeping. She then disappears into the inner sanctuary.

They hear a strange noise coming from the direction she went in and Bisco uses his goggles’ night vision to have a look. He spots something interesting and gives the goggles to milo so he can see.

What they see is a gigantic carving of a god. It appears to be a god of war, having a highly toned physique, 6 arms, drawing a large bow and firing 3 arrows at an upward angle toward the ceiling. They realize the noise they heard was the girl chiseling at it.

Bisco takes his goggles back and runs off to ask the girl about the statue. He climbs its giant form and meets the girl where she sits on its one arm. Girl: “Sir, it’s dangerous to be up so high. If you needed me, you could simply ask and...” B: “Nah, I was just thinkin’ you’re pretty talented. You make this by yourself?” Girl: “Yes. I began when I was 8, and have been working on it for about 6 years now.” B: “It looks cool, but I’ve never seen this god before. Where’s he from, and what’s he a god of?” Girl: “Well... I do not know. I do not even know his name, but he appeared in my dream like a divine revelation and gave me the desire to create a statue in his image. And so I have been working on it every day since, but...”

She points up at the god’s uncarved face. Despite the rest of the statue being so detailed, she hasn’t been able to carve a face for it yet because she can’t remember what it looked like.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise echoes through the temple and rattles the building. The girl slips but bisco catches her, then climbs onto the statue’s shoulder. Milo joins them.

A group riding giant spider-like mechs burst in. A thin man emerges from one of the mechs, asking where “Master Saresea” is, as he the high priest of the water sect, hylmaleo, has arrived.

The little girl shouts at them, saying she will not give them the statue and that there are probably plenty of other skilled sculptors who they could go after. H: “There IS no one else. That’s why we came all the way to this backwater temple for you. ... I'm an artist, I can understand a work’s beauty or flaws. I’ve seen many idol statues, but yours is on another level of skill, Sarasea. Carve my face into it, and give it to me as a Hylmaelo idol... I’ll give you money, men, whatever you want in exchange. You can even be one of my women if you want... I’d be interested to try fucking a blind girl.” He and all of his followers laugh and jeer.

Sarasea throws her chisel at the priests and it strikes hylamelo in the shoulder. S: “How dare you say such foul things in a god’s sacred domain! Leave this place at once!” H: “You bitch...! This is no god’s domain anymore. I don’t care, just burn this building and that little brat to ash!”

The followers start fires, but bisco shoots a number of arrows and the mushroom growth’s spores extinguish the flames. hylamelo and co. seemed to have not realized bisco and milo were there and are scared by the sudden rain of arrows that seemed to come from nowhere. noticing this, milo whispers an idea into bisco’s ear.

From their hiding spot on top of the statue, bisco begins to speak in a low and booming voice as if pretending to be the god himself speaking. he and milo fire shimeji arrows at the followers’ feet, and they freak out again. “My god, it’s the voice of Enbi! We’ve incurred Enbi’s wrath!!” / “Everyone, run! If you die by his arrows, your soul will never be able to escape from hell!”

Hylmaleo tries to stop the others from fleeing, but then runs away in fear as well after seeing his spider mech ruined by a giant, red oyster mushroom.

M: “Hehe... that went surprisingly well. It’s kind of funny seeing a group of bad guys who are also incredibly devout.” S: “Did you chase off the water sect group? ... Perhaps you two really are messengers of the gods, otherwise--” B: “Like hell we are. This was just a convenient way to pay you back for lettin’ us stay the night. We’re just regular mushroom keepers. No relation to that god of yours.”

The next morning, Bisco and Milo are getting ready to leave. M: “I’m sure your statue will turn out great. We’ll definitely come back to see it when it’s done!” B: “If you keep waitin’, you’ll probably see that divine revelation or whatever again. But don’t forget his face this time. And ask for his name, too.”

Sarasea grabs bisco’s face and puts her hands all over it. bisco is so shocked that he doesn’t move for a minute, before suddenly jumping away from her hold. B: “Wh... the hell do you think you’re doin’?!” S: “May I... ask for your names?” B: “Our names?!” M: “That guy is Akaboshi Bisco ... And I’m his partner, Nekoyanagi Milo. Thank you, Sarasea. We’ll see each other again, if fate allows it.”

Milo pulls a still frozen in shock bisco onto actagawa’s back and they ride off. B: “...The hell was that? She just messed up my face... Did I do somethin’ to make her mad?” M: “She just wanted to remember the shape of it.” B: “Huh? Why?” Milo laughs and decides to not say anything more.

They come to the end of the mountain path shortly after, and Izumo begins to come into view.

Back at Sarasea’s temple, which is now quiet once again, she talks to herself as she resumes working. S: “Had that really been just a dream? He was so warm, like the sun...” She climbs up to the statue’s face and continues to chisel away.

#sabikui bisco #rust eater bisco #sbkb summary series

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hoztthespunkieball · 15 days

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The Court of Thorns and Roses: Chapter 4 Recap (Spoilers)

This is when the story gets really good. It's the moment Feyre goes on an adventure and leaves her family behind.

My takes:

The beast (Fae) is looking for the one who killed the wolf, as it turns out they were friends and it was a Fae in a wolf form. You know, the one Feyre gutted and sold to the Big Muscle Mommy? Yeah, that's the one.

Nesta and Elain are rightfully terrified, because they are pussies whom never learnt how to fight and relied on Feyre's survival skills their entire lives. *Alexa play Bad Idea by Girl in Red.*

The father firstly is like 'Fuck dude, what do I do?'. But then when Feyre confesses to killing the wolf he finally decides to grow a pair and bravely says 'It's me you're looking for. I killed the wolf.' The beast looks at him, then at his crippled leg, then back at him and shots him a side- eye before turning back to Feyre.

The beast gives Feyre two options: 1. She'll be brutally gutted right here, right now. And 2. Feyre will go with the beast to the Fae land and face the High Fae Court for her crime. If she survives then she can live there with the beast.

Confused Feyre asks the beast why he showed her mercy, he didn't reply. Which is an important later on, because Fae can NOT lie. They are obligated to tell the truth, however they are allowed to choose how much information they reveal, because apparently not sharing information is not the same as lying. (It's an opinion for sure.)

Feyre is understandably confused as fuck and not sure what to do. If she goes her family will survive, but she has no idea what is going to happen to her, she can not trust the beast that just tried to kill her. OR she can die right here and now in front of her family.

During her existential crisis her father chimes in and offers the beast money in exchange for his daughter's life. The beast politely asks 'How much is your daughter's life worth according to you then?' And he couldn't answer his question. He would have to borrow money from other people and spend the rest of his lifetime paying off his debt. Alternatively he could name a low price he could pay, inevitably insulting Feyre. So he did the next best thing (according to him). He very dramatically grabbed Feyre and said 'Go my daughter, save yourself. And if you manage to escape never come back, live your life, be free.' Which basically translates to 'I don't want to see you being ripped to shreds right now, so go, so I can say that I gave you up in order to save you. Also, I told you not to come back because your chances of survival are lower than my self- esteem and not knowing how you're doing is better than having your death on my consciousness.'' Asshole.

Not having much choice Feyre agreed to go. Before she left though she told her fam that if they need help they should go to Isaac (the fuck buddy) since she taught him how to hunt one year prior. And told Nesta NOT to marry Tomas. His dad regularly practices MMA on his wife and their GROWN bitch ass sons never do anything about it. So, unless Nesta wants to become next Kenny (Southpark) she shouldn't marry this dude.

Then Feyre and the beast took off.

Once again, I love the pacing. The chapters are fairly short and easy to follow (I'm just kinda stupid sometimes). In chapter five some shit is about to go down.

#fandom #geek #acotar #fantasy #dark fantasy #book worm #books and reading #bookish #books #book review #book notes #feyre #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm books #sjm universe #reader

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shiningwonderland · 3 months

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 11 - Living in Different Worlds

“Have you finished your meal?”

“Yes. I’ve eaten everything today.”

“....How’s your fever?”

“Mild.”

“And chills?”

“Still getting them a little…”

“It’s because you don’t sleep warmly enough despite being sick. I will show you how we sleep in Silk Palace. This method allows you to maintain adequate temperatures and keeps your skin moisturized…”

I grabbed a few bath towels, and Haruka grew a little flustered for some reason.

“I-I really appreciate the sentiment, but I think it’d be better to continue sleeping the way I do now.”

“Then do as you please.”

It’s been two days since Haruka passed out.

She’s still on the road to recovery, but her cheeks have begun to regain some of its blush.

I sat myself in a chair next to the bed and held out a gift bag.

“Shibuya came while you were sleeping. She said this was a care package for you.”

“Ah. Tomo-chan stopped by….”

Haruka happily held the bag in her hands and smiled.

One visit from a friend was enough to make her look so happy.

By the look of it, the contents inside were CDs and sheet music.

“When was she here? I wish you had woken me up."

“I figured as much. But the very stupid look on your face as you soundly slept was enough to make me think twice.”

“Gah. D-Did I really look that pathetic…?”

“Yes. The most pathetic I've ever seen.”

“Eh…”

Haruka held her head in her hands.

…I wish she didn’t take it so seriously.

“In any case, Shibuya would have yelled at me if I tried to wake you up. Recover quickly so you can go and meet with her yourself. She said she'd love to go shopping with you again when you're feeling better.”

“I-I will. I know, I need to get well soon.”

Haruka pulled herself together, laughed, and opened the gift bag. Sure enough, a CD sat on top.

It also looked very old.

“Wow. I’ve been wanting to listen to this one!”

“...Do you have no other interests besides work and housekeeping?”

“Besides work and housekeeping…?”

Haruka tilted her head.

It's honestly not a question worth repeating.

“I have no idea what you do when you're at home alone.”

“Oh, right. Well… Let me give you an example. This past Sunday, I…”

Haruka, in response to my question, began to share about her everyday, but abruptly cut herself off and tilted her head again.

“Um… Why do you ask? You’re not usually one to like to talk so much…”

“You’re asking why…?”

I was stumped for a moment on how to explain myself.

“H-Hmph. I asked on impulse. I truly have no interest in knowing what you do.”

I stood up and reached for the tray on the side table.

The bowl I’d used to serve porridge was empty.

“Hm. It certainly looks like you finished it.”

“Of course. It was very delicious. You’re a great cook.”

“As a servant to the Queen, I am bound to acquire all manner of skills.”

“Actually…”

“What is it?”

“I'm sorry for only ever feeding you ordinary dishes…”

“....”

I place the tray on her head.

Carefully, of course.

“You fool. I would never eat anything that tastes bad.”

“Um…. Alright.”

Haruka looked up at me from under the tray, her eyes a little worried as she asked.

“If I had to pick between it being delicious or terrible, your cooking would be the former.”

“T-Thank you.”

“It was just the choice between the two. Don’t get too excited. If it tasted bad, I'd have stopped you from cooking anymore. ”

“Ah, but… Cecil mentioned he cooked everyday during the master course, and how awful it turned out.”

“That was mentorship. That cat was living alone in a foreign country and couldn't do anything for himself. If he failed to learn then, he would have a difficult time in the future.”

Haruka gave a little laugh as I responded.

“...What?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking of what a good Senpai you are.”

“...It sounds like you're feeling a lot better.”

I smacked her on the head with the tray this time and she panicked like a little animal.

“Hmph. Everything I just told you was a lie.”

I spun the tray in my hands and the edges of my lips curled into a grin.

“I bullied Aijima into doing all the chores. Since I had been given the role of mentor in the Master Course, I had to act like it in front of Saotome once in a while, even if it was a pain.”

“W-What’s the truth…?”

“Hm. You tell me.”

I hold the tray again. It was probably almost time for me to go to work.

Haruka smiled at me as I was about to check my watch.

“The former was the truth.”

“...Your judgments are far too subjective.”

“You think so…?”

“You should learn that some people in this world are not trustworthy. I have to go to work. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you.”

I wordlessly turned on my heel and took the stairs down to the living room.

Alexander looked up and I lightly pet his head.

“Are you worried about Haruka? She’s fine now.”

I wondered what kind of impact this would have on her given that she was unconscious the entire night she passed out, but by the looks of it, she should be completely recovered in the coming days.

And when she does…

I still couldn’t bring myself to say that she return to the dormitory.

“...Well, it’s fine.”

There is no need to make someone who is sick dwell on trivial matters.

It can wait until after she’s better.

—After she’s feeling better.

—She's still recovering, so it's just a matter of time until she returns to full health.

—I’m leaving back to my home country anyway, so not yet…

DaRuma's report brought things to a head, and as everything caught up, the days passed by.

There were so many things to do that getting Haruka back home became an afterthought.

The more intel I can get before returning home, the better.

I should be considerate to Agna Palace as long as I continue to ask for Aijima's help.

The issue is my job here in Japan. I cannot just quit the agency as there is a possibility Her Majesty may change her mind and order me to continue my work here.

And the solo song...

It was more convenient for us to continue living together, considering the solo song.

“Camus-senpai, can you guess what today’s dessert is?”

Haruka asked with a smile the day before I was to leave. After my return to Silk Palace was decided, she behaved brightly from beginning to end.

“If you have something you want to hide, you'll have to come up with something to keep the scent out.”

“Ugh… I knew you’d figure it out.”

“It’s chocolate.”

“It is! It’s chocolate fondue! Please feel free to have as much as you like.”

Haruka giggled and turned to head for the kitchen to prepare.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“Are you… not going to blame me for leaving such a dangerous perfume bottle out?”

Haruka blinked.

“It was scary when I believed the Queen might take over my body, but… now that you’re by my side, it’s fine.”

Did she really mean what she said?

I genuinely don't know. Does she really not resent being involved in any of this?

As Aijima pointed out, did she not suspect that I had been trying to take advantage of her from the very beginning?

Wasn't it frightening to witness something like magic in the first place?

Reflecting on it, I don't think I've ever understood from the beginning.

How could she stick around after the way I was treating her?

Why is she still with me even after I agreed to cooperate with her debut?

Why is she smiling at me like this?

Haruka…

The answer was right in front of my face, and I dismissed it.

I shouldn't even consider it.

She is perhaps like this to everyone.

Kind, gentle, and unsuspecting.

I once thought of her as like fresh snow…

“Not snow…. Snow is not warm like she is.”

“Camus-senpai?”

“It’s nothing.”

I shake my head and Haruka looks at me curiously before heading to the kitchen.

As I watch her back, I think.

If not snow, then what?

A.... flower.

A white flower which blooms in spring and withers away when the north wind blows.

On the other hand, I am a mere sword.

I work for Her Majesty, who has no freedom.

For her, I am willing to sacrifice myself and others.

Ultimately, I don't know if Haruka is fit to serve as vessel or not.

Now it is no use thinking about it.

Yet, for example, if I had met Haruka unaware of everything prior to learning about Her Majesty and Saotome.

I would have brought her to Her Majesty with a smile on my face.

To become Her Majesty's vessel means to be deprived of their freedom and live in the Silk Palace far away from here.

I knew what it meant, and I obeyed Her Majesty's order to search for one.

In the future, I will continue to use whoever I need to.

The count of several generations ago was once called the White Devil by people of other countries, and I will be the same if my master commands it.

Then, of course, I must not ever be allowed to even be with someone as pure as Haruka.

“But… I will only for now.”

I will return to my country, come back for the song festival, complete the solo song and that will be the end of it all.

Just one song. I want to sing her song.

I want to see her fulfill her dream and find success as a songwriter.

And I know it's only because of these foolish feelings I have for her that I want that.

I thought I had already suppressed these emotions once, but they resurfaced in the wake of the attack.

I will concede to this passion until the solo song is written.

Beyond that, no more.

I stared up at the ceiling and the words slipped from my mouth.

“...The Silk Palace. A paradise of permafrost. A cold but beautiful snowy kingdom shrouded in ice. Under the perfect and absolute queen, many noblemen gather…”

I may be the only person remaining in that country who can truly be called a nobleman right now.

No one else is trying to protect or save the queen.

Not even my family..

Nevertheless, I cannot afford to back down.

And for that, these feelings are unnecessary.

The smell of sweet chocolate wafts from the kitchen.

I hear the sound of Haruka handling a knife.

Until today.

Today is the end.

Starting tomorrow, I will forget about these emotions.

I will put them away, lock the door, and pretend it never happened.

That would be the best thing to do.

This love has been nothing but a sin from the beginning.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

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chemicalbrew · 9 months

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@elendsessor listen, I love your blog and the way you curate stuff!!! that comment was honestly self-defeatist on my part, and I'm sorry if it made you doubt yourself, you're one of my absolute favorite mutuals at the moment (even though we don't talk, your blog is so awesome!), and I was genuinely worried you'd not follow me back when you remade, wahhh (mostly because I barely post fandom lately, and all I do is lazily scroll my dash and scout the katana zero tag, and I am so self-conscious about how much i love kz these days... i gotta stop with that)

ANYWAY!! back to your original inquiry, at full force

9. worst part of canon

stealth levels in games that are not otherwise about stealth tend to be quite ruinous. off the top of my head, two examples I am forever a little salty about are Ghost Trick and Katana ZERO (though it's partially optional in the latter - I always opt to kill my way through the prison on replays)

For Ghost Trick, that's legitimately the only issue I have with it. For Katana ZERO, however... the ending stretch of the plot is somewhat poorly paced\unsatisfying compared to everything else + hard mode is genuinely unbalanced to the point where I actually gave up on it last month (but god, the itch to play more has not left)

SMT4: rapid-fire complaints from someone who hasn't played other SMTs yet: most of the plot after the Tokyo reveal felt weak, the game needed to be a little more obvious early on about how your choices matter, I wish Flynn had a bit more personality, just to match his companions, the Isabeau twist in particular sucks ass, Burroughs turning out to be a goddess sucks even more, App Point costs were unbalanced, they could have afforded to use multiple asset sets for Domains, I didn't like the prospect of endgame grinding.

I said Chrono Trigger is perfect, but that's only if you ignore what follows after (especially the tie-ins attempted in CTDS). I still do not have it in myself to wholeheartedly love Chrono Cross

Pyre is a wonderful game, but the second half of it was a huge drag and could stand to be less repetitive

Hades has an ending that basically ruins the rest of the plot and it's BAD. also, endgame grind is way too tedious and the progression system can break in places

Brandish 1: the remake doesn't have speed options like the original game did, Tower is a bland-looking stage with awkward music, boss music in this game is uninspired outside of HEADLESS Brandish 2: literally nothing important to the larger narrative happens in this game when you think about it, endgame is not fun and absolutely ridiculous (I get why, but this is truly old school game design at its worst), boss music still sucks (most of the OST outside of the opening hour is honestly weak), there's a different Tower and it sucks for different reasons (backtracking yay) Brandish 3: the fact that the translation isn't out yet (serious answer: this game, iirc, has more backtracking than the others. Sanctuary was a really gimmicky stage in particular) Brandish 4: for fuck's sake, who decided the Temple stage was acceptable? it's literally an assault on the senses

Trails series: awful with ships. awful. the main ship of the first arc of the series is a case of adopted incest lol there's some other really gross tropes like this all throughout and I really don't feel like reciting them right now, so... I'll list other stuff: the games weren't intended to have multiple difficulties, so playing on anything that's not Normal will suck in some way you have to be extraordinarily meticulous to 100% or use a guide as the series went on, it became easier to break the difficulty into pieces with how ridiculous skills get despite that, superbosses and scripted losses that you have to win to 100% are a tradition of the series and can be really annoying to deal with as the series went on, it also started using more modern anime tropes to appeal to more people and it UNFORTUNATELY has been working

Ys series: modern games suffer from trying to be more like Trails, which they shouldn't <3 end of story

Xenoblade 1: battle system as a whole was unrefined and unsatisfying, worst sidequests in the series, female party members are all suffering in some way (Sharla's arc was cliche and unsatisfying, she sucks to use, her design is awkward; Fiora's situation was not explored deeply enough and she got fridged; Melia suffers in the story so much it almost turns into comedy and suspends disbelief) the only antagonist that resonated with me was Zanza.

Xenoblade 2: (DLC fixes most of this) The obvious: there needed to be less titties; The obvious again: Tora's introduction sucks ass (and he doesn't get truly better ever :() AND Tiger! Tiger! can go fuck itself; The introduction in general is slow and is why I won't replay this even though it's a GOAT; I actually like the gacha being around (I got lucky and the only real trouble I had was getting KOS-MOS imo), but it should at least become infinitely more generous in NG+. AT LEAST THAT. The infamous roadblocks to 100% like Ursula's affinity chart; The UI issues that everyone harped enough on; The maps got so much worse in this game compared to 1 like? I had so much trouble navigating here compared to other XB games.

Xenoblade 3: (DLC fixes most of this) literally the worst antagonists in the series; not a great party either (RIP Sena); Noahmio was kinda boring for half the runtime; in general the messages made by the game are not interesting to me and did not resonate like 2 did; the class system ruins every good change made to battle system; chain attacks suck, and not just their music - they're worse than 1's; weakest soundtrack (same issue as Brandish 2, where it starts strong but as a whole is eh); probably the only XB game that I do not ever intend to actually finish, because it's such a slog somehow.

The only sin Kid Icarus Uprising committed was its control scheme. Might have been justified, but it sucks.

Ace Attorney has too many issues to count <3 I'll just mention that: The series as a whole sucks at guiding you when you get stuck Big Top sucks, we all know this AA6 ruined Athena and Apollo and has questionable setting\design choices AAI2's last case dragged on for too long even if it was hype

13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim's battle system as a whole really sucks if we're being honest, and nowhere is this shown off better than the final battle.

VA-11 Hall-A often goes overboard with humor, but its worst offense is the optional bullet hell minigame they put in

#zero.txt #whew i like pointing out flaws in things #TO BE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR ALL OF THESE ARE GAMES\SERIES I LOVE AND I WOULD NOT RATE THEM LOWER THAN 8\10 (except for xb3)#i could have elaborated on ys tbh but every game is so different....

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 5 months

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Speaking of Death Battle thoughts on the 2000000000000000000000th repeat of Goku vs Superman? Good? Bad? Or exists?

//Ok, I have a lot to say about it:

//You know how I said that Scooby Vs Courage was my favourite episode of this season?

//It is genuinely at risk of losing it's title, and it's because of Goku Vs Superman 3. Let me break it down:

//Now, I did kind of mention this when I recapped Rick Vs Doctor, but even from the beginning, I was a big defender of the match. When Ben explained why they were doing this again, he made some really great points and convinced me that they had something good in the works.

//And for the people who say that the rerun was pointless, especially since Goku lost again, I need to point out that the SECOND fight was pointless. It happened one series after the first one and seemed to just be made of scrapped notes from the first episode, which, to its credit, I still think holds up today. The controversy surrounding the second episode was a bit intense, but sort of deserved, since the really only good thing about the second fight was Brandon Yates' "Alive".

//As for what makes the most recent episode so great, the analyses for both Goku and Superman are really well done and very respectful to both characters, much unlike the second fight where Goku just got fucked over and Superman got decharacterized like a motherfucker. They do a good job at bringing out both characters best sides and this is what is translated into the fight.

//Unlike the previous two times the two fought on Death Battle, Superman actually plays along with Goku's battle hungry enthusiasm, and the two are pretty chummy throughout the fight despite how they're trying to kill each other. I love it when there's no real animosity between fighters in DB and that they're just trying to test out each other's strength. I also think this shift in motives for Superman is great, because it brings out what I believe is his best side, that being his humility. Whereas in the previous two episodes he was kind of no-nonsense, overly stern and serious and just gave Goku shit for...being Goku, Superman is really nice to Goku in this episode and respects him right until the end, even agreeing to go round 2 with him. So even though the fight ends with Goku losing again, I saw this coming, and I'm at least glad it wasn't a fuck-you death like the last two times.

//Also, what helps is that the voice acting is amazing. Michael Kovach and Xander Mobus are two guys who I respect IMMENSELY, and this episode highlights why. They break off each other well, and Michael's final Kamehameha when Goku goes Ultra Instinct is incredible.

//The animation is the best of the season, bar-none, or at least the best 3D animation. If I talked about everything I liked about it, we'd be here forever, but you can tell the animators pulled out all the stops. The one scene I will draw attention to is when Superman starts to get serious and punches so hard, reality breaks and we see alternate versions of Goku and Superman fighting, like Goku Black fighting Ultraman. I think that was really cool and really clever and paid good attention to the legacy of both the characters.

//Lastly, the post-analysis was very well done. It seems to me that Death Battle really wanted to explain why Superman wins this time instead of just saying, "ugh, he's fucking strong and goku sucks" so they broke it down into categories, and Goku even outmatched Superman in skill. I liked that the fight wasn't a complete and total one-sided beatdown since Goku had a few edges, and that's enough for me.

//If I had to say there were any disappointments with the episode, I have two, and they are extremely minor. For one, I was really hoping that the battle track would be a remaster of Alive from the second fight, but upon reflection, Alive was more of a nitty and gritty and edgy track that suited the more savage mood of the second episode, whereas in this one it's more upbeat and powerful to show just how fun the two were having. So while my expectations were subverted, they were succeeded.

//The other thing I didn't like was how the episode ended. Wiz starts going on a panic and questioning what they're doing before Boomstick snaps him out of it. And the reason this makes me sad is because it feels like Death Battle is trying to justify it's reason for existing to it's audience, which...it shouldn't HAVE to do that. Death Battle exists to paint and show a picture of what would happen if the characters you love were to fight to the death using every ability they have in their arsenal, and use math, science and research to decide who. The people who right the show, in spite of what many people will tell you, are not biased against anybody, and even though they rely on facts to reach their verdicts, it's all about having fun and seeing these crossover fights with two powerful combatants duking it out. That's all there is to it and that's all there needs to be, and it makes me sad and angry to think about how these guys are getting chronic hate for their verdicts from toxic people, since it DOESN'T MATTER who wins! Oh, your fav lost? How sad! MOVE ON! You've got a life to live and if it pisses you off, watch a different series. It just made me sad, that's all.

//Anyway, in summary, top tier episode. 10/10.

//And for those who are curious, here's my current ranking of the Season 10 episodes from best to worst, not including Galactus Vs Unicron (which by the way, I have no say in, I'm not particularly invested in either character, so I don't really care who wins. Subtly rooting for Galactus though.) This season has been absolute fire from start to finish and I love every single episode so far though:

Scooby Vs Courage

Goku Vs Superman

Frieza Vs Megatron

Rick Vs the Doctor

Cole Vs Alex

Bill Vs Discord

Guts Vs Dimitri

Ant-Man Vs Atom

Gojo Vs Makima

Skyrim Vs Dark Souls

Phoenix Vs Raven

Martian Manhunter Vs Silver Surfer

Vader Vs Obito

Stitch Vs Rocket

Killua Vs Misaka.

#mod #death battle

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THE TALE OF FOOD

NOTE :These translations are done using the SG/MY version of the game, we apologize for any inconsistencies that may come with the official English release.

RED DAUGHTER WINE - STORY #1

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During dinner, I noticed Red Daughter Wine was nowhere to be found, and went to his room to look for him. The candlelight flickered as he appeared to be applying some kind of ointment to his arm. The pain from his wound made him let out a soft hiss.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Master? How did you...?

RED DAUGHTER WINE : I'm fine...

The second he caught sight of me, he hastily hid his injured arm in a state of panic. I walked up beside him, gently taking his arm and beginning to bandage it.

OPTION 1 : “Red Daughter, when did you get injured?” RED DAUGHTER WINE : I'm sorry for not telling you... It's just that the reason for my injury... OPTION 2 : “Red Daughter, you're injured. Why don't you go for a medicinal bath?” RED DAUGHTER WINE : It's not a serious injury. I thought I could just apply some medicine myself.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : …You've already figured it out, haven't you? Yes, I was injured last night when I went out to uphold justice and was attacked by that scoundrel.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : But I gave him a good lesson, and I'm sure he won't dare to harass women again.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : I didn't tell you about my injury because I was afraid you'd advise me not to get in trouble. But when I think of those women suffering, I can't help but take action.

OPTION 1 : “I will always support your heart’s desire...” RED DAUGHTER WINE : You mean, even if I get in trouble, we'll solve it together? You... you're too good to me… RED DAUGHTER WINE : You told me that Kongsang is my home, and that here, I could do whatever I wanted. I understand now... OPTION 2 : “How could I not? I'm one of the Red Robed Hero’s biggest fans!!” RED DAUGHTER WINE : Fans, huh? I remember Dumpling teaching me all about them. When we were watching TV together, I saw people on the stage singing and dancing while a huge crowd of people cheered them on from the stands… Dumpling explained that they were “fans” of the people on stage. RED DAUGHTER WINE : So, you don't think my acts of justice are a bad thing... That's a relief... RED DAUGHTER WINE : But I don't want you to be my "fan" because I'd rather... have you stand by my side.

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RED DAUGHTER WINE : The bandaging is done. I'll take a medicinal bath now. Thank you.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : This letter, you say? Well, I should have told you earlier.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : It's a letter I received from a woman in the city. She says there is a flower thief causing trouble in town today, and this thief has strong martial arts skills, leaving the authorities helpless. The people in town are living in fear, and the poor girls are having to lock their doors at night.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : I can't let such a villain run free! But the situation is tricky, and it might take some time to resolve.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Oh? You want to come with me? Naturally, that makes me very happy, but I do worry you might end up in danger. I will just have to make sure you're safe!

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Judging by the date on the letter, it seems to be from the era you brought me back from. Who knows, we might meet some old acquaintances on this trip...

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In the 19th year of the Zhenguan period, Tang Dynasty…

As we scoured the town, we gathered every bit of information about the flower thief we could. The locals told us that the authorities were also looking for the thief, and pointed us toward the local magistrate. They claimed he was a people-friendly person, and that if we wanted any more information, we’d be better off paying him a visit ourselves.

Just as we arrived in the courtyard, a fiery red-clothed woman burst in.

She pushed something to the ground, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a man she had tied up. The man had a swollen face and shouted "Save me, Your Honor!" as soon as he entered, but the woman shot him a cold look, silencing him.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : This girl is quite interesting. Despite her young age, she has an imposing aura. I wonder what this man did wrong?

MAGISTRATE : Hong Mei?

MAGISTRATE : This fellow is quite troublesome. You didn't get hurt, did you?

HONG MEI : Hmph, he's just a coward, nothing to be afraid of. Your officials are quite slow in their work, taking such a long time to deal with a thief.

MAGISTRATE : Yes, yes, Hong Mei is absolutely right. However...

The thief was covered in injuries and obviously feared the girl by his side. As the officials took him away, his expression softened into one of relief, as if to say: "I've been saved."

MAGISTRATE : He broke the law, and the authorities will punish him accordingly. Let's not resort to vigilantism next time, shall we?

HONG MEI : For someone as wicked as him, even a good beating is too lenient!

MAGISTRATE : I understand. I won't be lenient with such a person. But isn't it dirtying your hands to beat him?

The red-clothed woman was amused by his words and used her martial prowess to jump onto the roof.

HONG MEI : Don’t worry about the bounty, I don’t want it~ All I want is for you to think about me every day! Farewell, Han Lang!

The magistrate watched the girl as she walked away, his face filled with the softest admiration.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : That girl is genuine and loyal. She doesn't seem like an ordinary girl at all. That little red scar on her forehead seems quite familiar…

RED DAUGHTER WINE : And she called him "Han Lang"... Could these two be THE Han Lang and Hong Mei from way back then?

MAGISTRATE : Your speculations are correct, young heroes.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : What?!

HAN LANG : Since you've come to visit, please come in. I saw the two of you at the door earlier, and it reminded me of the good old days when I’d overhear your conversations with Hong Mei. It brought back a lot of memories.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Those days...

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Never mind... I was also in the wrong back then. The blame for that incident lay with Zhao Wulang. After the young master explained it to me, I realized it was my fault for being too stubborn and misunderstanding you. But why are you with Hong Mei now…?

HAN LANG : You don't know the whole story... After receiving Pei’s guidance that day… I felt ashamed and didn't want to trouble Hong Mei's family. I was determined to prove myself, so I studied hard, started a career, and then thought about settling down.

HAN LANG : After receiving the grace of the emperor, I was appointed as the magistrate of this city. It was only then that I heard about a young female hero in the area who frequently assisted the local authorities in capturing criminals. That's how I met Hong Mei, and we started working together for the common good. Her sense of justice and her lively character gradually won me over.

As Han Lang spoke about the days when they worked together for the people, a smile formed on his lips. However, in the next moment, his expression turned serious.

HAN LANG : However, one day she mentioned the origin of the red scar on her forehead. It was from when a villain attacked her in the marketplace when she was three years old. After inquiring with her family, I discovered that the criminal was the one Zhao Wulang had sent, and she was also the granddaughter of the Feng family.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : So, you feel remorse for her suffering?

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Well, you don't have to. It wasn't your fault. And if you like her, then you should be straightforward and honest with her. It’s better not to delay...

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Cough, cough, this is what the young master encouraged me to do. If you keep your feelings hidden, no one will ever know.

For some reason, Red Daughter Wine looked directly at me as he said this.

HAN LANG : If both of you are so sure, and as complete outsiders at that, well, then I’m sure Hong Mei will only appreciate it even more…

HAN LANG : I've been meaning to tell her, but I was waiting for the right moment. I didn't want her to think that my kindness was driven by some sense of "guilt." Doing so would be unfair to her, to myself, and to Pei Langjun, who guided me.

HAN LANG : I'm kind to Hong Mei simply because I like her. The feelings of two people shouldn't be influenced by family background, gratitude, or guilt.

HAN LANG : If you both think the same way, it's a sign that the time has come. It’s as you said… Those who love each other should be honest with one another.

RED DAUGHTER WINE : Destiny is strange... The fact you both wound up meeting like this after all you’ve been through… Karma truly is dictated by the heavens. This should be something you tell her in person. Now... since she likes you too, treat her well. If I ever find out you've mistreated her, I will not spare you!

HAN LANG : O-Of course…

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NOTE : The names of Hong Mei and Red Daughter Wine may vary wildly in the official release. Not only do they share naming conventions (Hong Mei also translates directly to Red Sister, while Red Daughter translates to Daughter Hong), but Red Daughter Wine is a type of Shaoxing Wine (rice wine, yellow wine) by the name of Nü Er Hong that is buried on the day of one's daughter's birth and is only to be dug up on her wedding day to celebrate her marriage. And it's this specific tradition I believe Red Daughter Wine refers to, so that's the name I chose to give him.

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