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Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink
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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.
He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.
“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face.
“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk.
It’s a decade and a half later— as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.
“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”
Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”
“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”
“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least, to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly, searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand.
“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.
“Thanks Cas.”
She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”
“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”
“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.
Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”
“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”
“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.
“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.
Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”
“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice.
“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.
Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”
Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”
Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”
“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.
Yeah, today is so bloody shit.
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Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.
Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.
“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.
“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.
“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors.
They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.
To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.
“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”
Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.
“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”
“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”
The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”
Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”
“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even.
“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”
“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.
“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.
“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”
Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.
“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.
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The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.
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He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital.
However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.
While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin.
And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.
And fuck.
Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.
They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.
Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.
“Oh, you’re a fan then?”
Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”
“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”
“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.
“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”
“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.
“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”
And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.
And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.
“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.
“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”
Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.
“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”
And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped.
Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.
God, what an idiot.
With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”
Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.
Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
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Ranting to myself about overblot!kalim
I feel like an outlier in the fandom for believing this will happen in Episode 4. xD Like a really really really bad outlier... don’t mind me just let me rannnnt it’s 5 in the morning and I know I’ll forget all of this later xD
I mentioned this at least three times by now but Papa Crowley and his foreshadowing has never steered us wrong (plotwise, not so much trustworthy-wise). The emotions he listed that can cause a person to go into overblot (and he was just naming a few) were anger (Riddle), sorrow (Leona), fear (Azul) and confusion. I’m not too sure how an overblot!Jamil will fit into confusion, but an overblot!kalim to me does. I think I explained it a bit better in this reblog... mainly because I wasn’t typing that one out at 5 in the morning. :p Like,, who wouldn’t be drowning in confusion and despair after knowing that your best friend—someone you consider as family—really did use his hypnosis abilities on you? When you trusted him not to, as you knew he had these abilities in the first place?
Except I’m gonna cut Jamil some slack here and say that he didn’t do it because he was power hungry? Because come on that’s a waste of a character development arc right there. Best bet is that he just seems suspicious and like he hypnotized Kalim for a bad thing, but in reality he only did it after that massive fail of whatever was the final exams. Usually, Scarabia and Octavinelle would be like,, neck in neck in final exams. I just see Jamil as someone who really truly honours tradition/reputation and would rather not have it tarnished. (Like how he reprimands Leona on his sitting position even though he’s a prince, or like how much he truly cares about Kalim enough to prepare his ceremony clothes and literally everything else in his life. Like,, in his ceremony clothes story he was so anxious about Kalim? And you can’t even say that was for show because there was. No one. There. Like come on he thought he was hallucinating Kalim until he realized oops. It’s Kalim. Trust me, if you have a poker face there are only two ways to break it. One; if you’re alone, and Two; if you’re with someone you really trust and love [for me, that’s my cat. Shh.])
Also, in all honesty... with him and his logic, it’s kind of rational to not betray Kalim for something on selfishly personal demands. Like,, for upholding the Viper family values. That had really really long roots and I really really doubt that whatever Jamil hypnotized Kalim for was for something wrong, or else Jamil is going to have a lot of explaining to do as to why the Viper Family was fired from their traditional workplace.
I literally rewatched Aladdin for this, but Jafar mainly had two character development series of sequences. One of them was the revelation that he does not like to be second to anyone, and this was the last one revealed. But his character plot line developed into that point because he didn’t want to be replaced as a suitor to Jasmine to become sultan. This is the really icky part everyone wants to forget because... come on, no 16 year old is gonna marry to that. Anywho, he didn’t want to be replaced by Aladdin as the next viable suitor for Jasmine. To me, at least, this lines up with what I believe is Kalim’s character development. Many people have wanted to have him replaced as the next heir to the multi-millionaire bout of wealth; he was poisoned multiple times and kidnapped (which I think was for ransom? Leaving that out there tho). If whatever Jamil is doing to him manages to come within his circle of knowledge, he ah... might feel like Jamil wants to replace him. Either physically or through personality. Chances are, much like Jafar, he won’t be taking that idea lightly. Like,, at all.
I’ll edit this with more later because right now I want to keep staring at the Naga Sultan/King Cobra SSRs. Please let them be happy Yana ;-;
EDIT: I had a mini discussion with myself earlier and it was fun. And a bit boring. But I kind of want to talk a bit about what I think is Kalim’s backstory here too? A lot of things striked as red flags for me. Like,, a ton.
First off, I don’t personally think he has a great relationship with the older bunch of his younger siblings. If he did... well, who would want to off a brother that always plays with them? He mentions in his PE clothes story that he plays a lot with his siblings. I think he plays a lot with his younger ones to be honest. And this goes along with the fact that in one of his main story chats, although I have to find it, he says something along the lines of “something cute when something younger”. (I don’t know if he was referring to MC or his siblings...) This could literally mean anything because ah you can’t exactly refute that, babies are ducking cute, but um.
Back on track, I really have the feeling little babey cinnamon roll just wants some trustworthy friends. Like,, he’ll literally talk to anyone, and I have half a clue that that’s why he likes to party (to get along and build up relationships with others). He mentions his relationship with others a lot in passing, but it’s kind of obvious making relationships and emotional connections are important to him. If you make a good relationship/friendship with someone that’s mutual, where’s the danger of being poisoned because of them? And this is why Jamil thinks Kalim is being too trusting, because it’s very easy that someone is just staying on Kalim’s good side for the possible wealth/chance to take that wealth.
It was mentioned and speculated a lot that the Great Seven were a reference to the Seven Deadly Sins. (Remind me if I miss any posts, but there’s this post by @scaip). If this were to be the case, Kalim representing Lust makes a lot more sense... (please lemme explain xD) Jafar wanted the hand of Jasmine in what was a disgusting marriage built upon deceit and no trust or love, but like... he was one of those Disney villains that lusted for another Disney character. Lust usually just means sexual love, but Disney will definitely weather this symbolism down to just love, trust, and relationships in general. Kalim doesn’t lust for any specific person, nor do I believe he desires for any specified romantic relationship (he already has Jamil :p), but what he’s after is what a lot of people are after when it comes to a romantic relationship—trust and an emotional connection.
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[Translation] UtaPri Non-Fiction Drama Track 3 - “Conflict”
And now, we continue on to Track 3~! Was Setsugetsuka enough to prepare you for all this angst?? Or did that make you cry as well?? XD (’cause I know it made me cry)
Oh, reminder though, this story is also slightly connected to Fiction so there might be parts that sound familiar~ (also mostly because I just copy-pasted them from the Fiction tracks XD shhhhh)
As usual, any dialogue that are in italics are from the characters’ memories.
Also!! I heard Reiji say 「信じてたのに・・・/shinjiteta no ni/I believed him and yet...」and the first thing that came to mind were flashbacks of Lycoris no Mori~
SONG | Track 1 | Track 2 | Track 3 | Track 4
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Under the cut, enjoy~!
Track 3:
“Conflict”
[0:00]
CAMUS: It’s quite noisy backstage.
(Camus opens the door)
CAMUS: You’re quite agitated. It’s not like you to throw things like this.
REIJI: … (laughs) You’re right…
REIJI: I can’t keep enduring this. I can’t keep calm.
REIJI: The person I trusted… betrayed me…
CAMUS: Are you talking about Mikaze?
REIJI: “No secrets”. I thought that we got along well enough to not hide anything.
CAMUS: No matter how close you are, there are things that people need to keep hidden.
REIJI: Ah, that’s right. Every person has a secret.
REIJI: But… There’s a truth that we can’t keep hidden as well.
REIJI: The more important it is then… What do you think about it being hidden from you?
CAMUS: Betrayal. Hurt.
REIJI: Yeah…
REIJI: I’m… already at my limit.
CAMUS: Is that… how you really feel?
REIJI: Dunno… I wonder now…
CAMUS: Not everything you see is the truth. Remember that well.
REIJI: Even if that’s so, if the other person believes that it’s the truth, even lies can become the truth.
REIJI: We can never tell how deeply we’ll get hurt by the lies, right?
CAMUS: Yeah, we can’t. But, seeing through those lies and truth can be a bad thing.
REIJI: It’s despair. What’s in front of my eyes are pitch black now.
REIJI: The light that I believed in is gone and the days that we enjoyed are making my heart heavy.
REIJI: As strong as that light may be, the sorrow it brings is great as well.
CAMUS: …
REIJI: I believed in him and yet…
(Reiji opens the door and leaves)
CAMUS: Feelings become strong and…
CAMUS: Despair intensifies, huh…
[02:17]
RANMARU: There’s no way it’s true…
RANMARU: To think that that guy would hide something like that…
RANMARU: Damn…! What’s with these feelings…?
(flashback)
AI: No matter how much I think, I can’t tell what Reiji’s thinking.
RANMARU: Well of course, you can’t. You’re not a psychic.
RANMARU: Go talk to him properly.
AI: …! I’m scared…!
AI: What if I just make things worse…?
AI: I’m… What if I end up breaking everything…?
RANMARU: Ai.
AI: I don’t want to think of when these happy days would end but, no one can predict what will happen.
AI: Moreover, there’s a slight possibility that I might break.
RANMARU: …!
(Ranmaru remembers Camus’ words)
CAMUS: People change even from the smallest things.
AI: I’m also curious if I never stopped moving. All the suspicions toward me would become endless.
AI: Our relationship would be broken while I didn’t even know anything.
CAMUS: Even if the cause might be from something trivial, it might end in something good or bad.
CAMUS: It’s abrupt, too.
CAMUS: It happens without warning.
RANMARU: Is our relationship something that’s easily broken?
RANMARU: That’s not true! Trust me. You should just watch.
RANMARU: Just feel.
AI: No matter how deep a relationship is, it’s impossible to know everything about each other.
AI: There’s also no need to tell each other everything.
AI: Don’t you think that the Camus you trust so much has things he needs to hide, too?
(flashback ends)
RANMARU: What am I so nervous about?
RANMARU: It’s not like…
RANMARU: Nothing’s changed from the usual.
(another flashback conversation)
CAMUS: When I was in my country, there was no one I could call a friend. Nor was there anyone I could open my heart up to.
CAMUS: Including my family.
RANMARU: I… see…
CAMUS: I thought that it was foolish to trust in a stranger.
CAMUS: That, if I showed my true intentions, it might just be used against me.
CAMUS: There was no time for me to let my guard down.
RANMARU: You didn’t, huh…
CAMUS: Yeah. That is, until I came here.
RANMARU: Before you met us, right?
CAMUS: I guess I have this miraculous meeting to be thankful for, huh.
CAMUS: I can’t pray enough for this blessing to continue for eternity.
RANMARU: Your wishes won’t come true just by praying.
RANMARU: If you want it to happen, you have to grab it with your own hands.
RANMARU: Your happiness, I mean.
RANMARU: If you’re up to it, I don’t mind helping you out.
CAMUS: Don’t forget that you said those words.
[05:30]
(door opens)
CAMUS: Kurosaki? You’re pretty late. Mikaze and Kotobuki went out, too.
CAMUS: They might not be back here for a while.
RANMARU: I was with Ai just a while ago. I passed by Reiji on the way.
CAMUS: I see.
CAMUS: Hm? What are you holding?
CAMUS: Crepes? Not bad at all.
CAMUS: Strawberry cream and chocolate banana. Oh, and caramel custard!
CAMUS: You know me well. Such perfect choices.
CAMUS: Of course, the cream one would be best.
RANMARU: What we were talking about earlier…
CAMUS: Oh, you mean, what happens after the drama? We don’t have to talk about it right now, do we?
CAMUS: Anyway, let’s eat before—
RANMARU: That’s not what I meant!
RANMARU: I’m talking about what you were talking about with Reiji.
RANMARU: “There are things that people need to keep hidden.”
RANMARU: “Not everything you see is the truth.” What does that mean?
CAMUS: (sighs)
RANMARU: “Seeing through those lies and truth can be a bad thing,” you say?
RANMARU: Doesn’t that sound like you’re lying about something?
RANMARU: I’m mistaken, right? Tell me it’s not true. Hey!
CAMUS: Everything is a lie.
CAMUS: Everything that I showed you is a lie.
RANMARU: Everything, you say… Even when you said that you were happy about being here?!
CAMUS: That’s right. In the first place, you can think that everything I’ve said since I got here was a lie.
RANMARU: …! Even the promise that the four of us will aim to make the best music?!
CAMUS: That’s right. It’s a front that I had to make as an idol.
CAMUS: I have a different goal for coming here.
RANMARU: Don’t lie to me… I won’t believe those words…!
RANMARU: Then, why the hell did you make a promise that time?
CAMUS: Because it was convenient.
CAMUS: Building trust as an idol was a necessary step for my goals.
RANMARU: What the hell is that goal then?
CAMUS: I can’t tell you that. It’s top-secret.
CAMUS: In the first place, it has nothing to do with you.
RANMARU: That may be true but…
RANMARU: Then, you should’ve said so in the first place…
CAMUS: Once I’ve accomplished my goal, I’m going back to my country.
CAMUS: I’ll still continue to be the same until then so I’m still in your care. Is that what you want me to say?
RANMARU: Bastard!
CAMUS: I don’t want to cause a ruckus.
CAMUS: That’s why I was keeping quiet. Otherwise, it would be shameful for the queen now, won’t it?
CAMUS: I’m saying that my decisions are correct.
RANMARU: I’m not pissed that you were hiding something! What I can’t forgive is…!
RANMARU: That you couldn’t trust me at all!
CAMUS: Saying that you earned my trust was a lie as well.
CAMUS: Whether or not I do is of no importance.
RANMARU: I…!
RANMARU: I hate being lied to…!
CAMUS: I know. That’s why I kept quiet.
RANMARU: Damn it…! You’re the worst!
(Ranmaru slams the door shut as he leaves)
[08:57]
RANMARU: Everything was a lie…
RANMARU: All the time we spent together… All of it…
RANMARU: Even when we’ve finally gotten along? Even that smile? Everything was a lie?
(flashback)
CAMUS: Saying that you earned my trust was a lie as well.
CAMUS: Whether or not I do is of no importance.
(end)
RANMARU: Nothing’s changed at all.
RANMARU: In the past… and even now… it’s all full of failures…
RANMARU: An unbreakable trust… A partner who can watch your back… I thought I could finally have them…!
REIJI: I’m sure that with the four of us, we can see a scenery we’ve never seen before!
AI: Even if the way we think is different, what we aim for is the same.
CAMUS: Believe in the miracle that music brings. Keep your eyes set on aiming for the highest!
RANMARU: Where did I go wrong?
RANMARU: When did this small distortion become so big?
RANMARU: Reiji and Ai, too…
(flashback)
RANMARU: I was with Ai a while ago. That guy was crying.
REIJI: Yeah, I made him cry.
(end)
RANMARU: Weren’t the four of us supposed to be special?
RANMARU: Weren’t we aiming to make the best music there is!?
(more flashbacks)
RANMARU: I just know that you’re the kind of guy who’ll let happiness get away from you without even trying to face it.
RANMARU: Things that have been broken once will never return to what they were before.
RANMARU: Are you okay with that?
RANMARU: Believe in Ai. And… in yourself as well.
(end)
RANMARU: I acted so cool back then but I can’t even do it myself.
RANMARU: I’ll believe in my friends, too. And… in myself as well…
==END==
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Hey, quick Update: The wedding I’m attending starts soon and I‘m ready and feel so fancy. I got that red lipstick. But I am a bit nervous because bigger festivities do that to me. There’ll be about 200 people. But my whole family is there and my dear cousin I don‘t get to see that often. So that‘s something I look forward to. Hope I talk to you soon again and that you have a nice day. :3 -Peridot
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PERIDOT MY DEAR WONDERFUL FANTASTIC, ULTRA AMAZING FRIEND MADE OF MAGIC AND FIRE AND EVERYTHING THAT’S SWEET AND SPONGY SQUISHY, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lemme add a keep reading right here! :3
HEWWO BUDDY MY DEAR FRIEND ZOMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*HUGS AND SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZES YOU!!!*
I think I’m gonna try to keep this as short as possible but still answer as you deserve, buddy! I’ve been a bit busy with all the mess that is being moonie raccoonie xD As in, nothing “serious” and nothing with deadlines, but like, all em reblogs and asks and the fanfics and the PMs and stuff. It’s fun but damn, I either focus in one thing or the other!!
WHICH ALSO EXPLAINS MY QUIETNESS IN THE ASKS! :3
Yes, I’ve been receiving your asks perfectly, I think!! The problem is that I tried to focus this week at answering my PMs, and recently some anon came back (and I say came back because I think I know who they are lol and off anon they told me they had left but came back and it was pretty obvious because after they told me so, I suddenly got the kaload of asks again). I appreciate it a lot, it had been such a long while since I received asks, but for each I answer they send me 5 more and I can’t seem to finish answering, but I also don’t wanna ask them to please slow down because I don’t want them to lose confidence… ;w;
So I’ve been a bit busy with that stuff! But hopefully they’ll catch that as much as I love those asks I’m at sixty three lmao so maybe give me a chance to answer some ;w; It’s okay, I really appreciate it but I can’t finish neither asks or PMs at this paaaaaaaceeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaah ahahaha
Well okay, first off, I’m VERY happy to know that your mommy and your brother are doing better now!! That’s fantastic news and I’m happy for all of you. Ain’t nothing like being back to health, aye! So long there’s health and happiness and stability everything else is a bonus :3
LEMON RASPBERRY MUFFIN
THAT SOUNDS SO YUMMY
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*CLINGS TO EM MUFFIN*
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I ALSO HAVE THIS ADORABLE CHEESE BREAD THING AND I’M TOTALLY LOVING IT IT’S SO YUMMY KAJSDLKFJGADKLGJAD U HAVE ONE TOO
*TOSSES IT WITH ALL MY LOVE AT YOU*
AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, THE WEDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! o(≧▽≦)o I’m going to assume you’re already there and have been for a long while, or maybe already even exiting lmao, should be like 10:20 pm for you as I’m typing (later by the time I’m done answering completely), and idk how wedding parties are for you guys over there, so idk if it’s time to leave or if you guys party until paaaaaaaaast midnight, but HEWWO WHEREVER YOU ARE :3
HELL YEAH YOU GOT THAT RED LIPSTICK AND YOU PUT IT ON WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL BLACK AND GOLDEN OUTFIT SUPER FASHION TRENDY ULTRA WOW WOWEE AYE ZOMG AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! PERIDOT, I BET YOU FEEL SO FANCY, INDEED, AND SO ELEGANT AND SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL AND LIKE OWNING THE DAMN PLACE I MEAN I LOOK AT THE MENTAL IMAGE AND I GO DAAAAMNNNNNNNN SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Ah yes, the struggle of the introvert of big festivities. So much people, the crowd, the loud music, all the noise and aklsdjlakdgjalgkjad. Been there and I absolutely hate it and I always skip every time until I’m politically forced to go XD I’m sorry to know that those kinda events stress you out, but you’ll see you’ll manage through it and be super happy wne you see your bed later when it’s over
AYE FOR YOUR COUSIN BEING THERE AND YOU TWO GETTING TO HANG TOGETHER ALKSJDLKAGJALKDGJADLKGJALKAJLKDGJA OH MY GAWD THAT JUST ADDS SO MANY MORE BONUS POINTS TO THE NIGHT BEING MORE BEARABLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH PERIDOOOOOOOT!!! I HOPE YOU HAD/ARE HAVING A FANTASTIC EXCELLENT AND AMAZING NIGHT WITH YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR COUSIN AND ROCKING THAT AWESOME OUTFIT!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ
I hope you and your cousin get to hang together and talk lots and lots. I think you’ll feel satisfied and that your cousin will make it better :3 The last wedding I attended was similar. I despise parties with all fiber of my existence (at least the traditional way we’re used to, and even worse if it’s mostly strangers), but back then I got to see a cousin that I found out just last year that has potential to be my best friend did we interact more often XD, so we got to see each other again and hang together, and I took the party excuse to take my elegant outfit from choir class at high school and that made it very bearable, despite the boredom at times and the awkwardness when my cousin would leave to dance (I don’t, so I couldn’t join him there aaahh).
So hopefully it’ll be/it’s being/it was the same for you, dear Peridot!!!
HERE’S TO HOPING THINGS GO JUST FINE TONIGHT, AND HELL YEAH YOU LOOK AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ
I hope to get to talk to you soon too, Peridot!! Please don’t feel bad about sending me asks despite what I said earlier about my insistent anon. It’s them who load me with work (that I enjoy, but it’s still a lot, don’t get me wrong), not you, so don’t you ever go thinking “I think I’ll save it this time so coonie has less asks to answer” NEIN! YOU SEND ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO SE ME OR I’LL CRY
AYE! With taht said, I hope you’re having a SPLENDID night, dear Peridot!!! Do have a FANTASTIC rest of the weekend,b uddy, and receive lots of raccoonie huuuuuuugs!
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Q&A and books back in stock!
Hey! It has been entirely too long since I last got into my inbox! So here’s some of that, along with some announcements!
-‘A Tale of Two Rulers - volume 1′ is back in stock in my Etsy shop! You can find it and some other art prints here, https://www.etsy.com/shop/GildedPixel
-And Thanks so much to everyone that stopped by GenCon and visited me at my table! It was so wonderful getting to chat with you and hear your thoughts and questions! I will be at ShutoCon next and I look forward to seeing more of you! :)
So lets get to those questions now! (And thanks so much to everyone for all your kind notes! It’s always so nice to hear that my work is making people happy! Sorry I haven’t been able to respond to everyone, but I’ve read them all and really appreciate all the feedback and encouragement!)
Ah yes! That would be Ganonduck! Indeed that is a thing that I drew! ... in a fit of frustration because i had just lost all my fancy custom and purchased photoshop brushes after my computer crashed! But the duck brush was still there. The duck brush is ALWAYS there.
Thanks! I honestly don’t know! I just write and draw the comic and didn’t do anything with the dub other than happily giving them permission to work with it. As I understand, Vadeva seemed to be the mastermind behind organizing it (and please correct me if I’m wrong!) He mentioned possibly dubbing more, but i can’t say for sure. Hopefully though! I was extremely impressed with how it turned out! Everyone working on it is super talented!
Thanks for supporting my work! :) Volume 2 will be out about a few months after this current story arc ends. Hopefully a bit before Christmas. (formatting it for print and then actually getting the prints back from the printer takes quite a bit of time!)
LOL oh gosh, if only I had some art minions to help out! XD But sadly no! I do it all myself! (But that’s for the best i think. Collaborating with other artists can be a challenge sometimes! I’ve heard a few of my art directors say it’s like trying to herd cats.)
Absolutely!
Oh my gosh, YES. I need to keep these things in mind as i write. I could totally see Ganondorf giving the hookshot to Rinku for her next birthday and then regretting it as she just overuses it for EVERYTHING.... Kinda like what happens when you give me or anyone else I know a pressure washer. Actually, Coelasquid did a perfect comic to illustrate that point. http://thepunchlineismachismo.com/archives/comic/great-power-great-responsibility-comes-with-ect
Thanks so much! As for other social media accounts, I really only use my other tumblr account. ( https://figmentforms-the-human.tumblr.com/ ) I don’t post much about myself because I am pretty darn boring in general, but when I see something neat, or get a good photo of something interesting I like to share it there. I also reblog stuff there too.
Oh my god could you imagine???? XD
Doctor: “Congrats! You're having octuplets!”
Zelda: Pauses in horror and then glares at Ganondorf in rage, “YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST POISONED ME!”
Ganondorf: Just smirks smugly as she continues to rant at him for about a hour
I think so! I’ve managed to post the past two weeks without any more problems! Fingers crossed that it stays that way!
I will always keep posting here. But you can also see the comics up on my patreon, even if you’re not a patron. I post a bit earlier for patrons, but always have them open up to the public on Mondays. (and if I ever forget to unlock it, feel free to give me a poke to remind me)
I honestly really need to do this. Also make reference sheets for them too. When I do I’ll be sure to share it here!
Go for it! I was actually inspired for their hair by a person i randomly saw once walking around!
I do indeed plan to make a final book with the entire story in it! But that will be quite a long time from now. I still have to finish part two and three. :)
Yep!
Thanks! And yes! I’m a dork for Labyrinth, and Vaati is 100% based on how the Goblin King looked in that movie!
I LOVE this!
I like to see people having fun with my work! Feel free to use it for roleplays, icons, color it, dub it, ect. All i’d like is that if asked, you say where you got the original art from and don’t use it for evil deeds.
Aw, thanks! :D Just keep working and you’ll bring wonderful things into the world that one one else could have ever done but you! As for my tools, I use photoshop, a wacom intuos tablet, and most of the brushes I use are from Kyle T Webster https://gumroad.com/l/CeAJC#
As of right now i think the only people that know about Skullkid are Rinku and Navi. Zelda thinks that SK is just Rinku’s imaginary friend and Ganondorf doesn't know anything about him so far. If he did he would probably get a bit overprotective of Rinku, not trusting this strange undead boy to be alone with her.
XD Don’t know why but this made me smile.
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Yona ch.146 spoilers
Akatsuki no Yona chapter 146 “A shield against a distorted justice” summary
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Tae-Woo steps in the Shin side of the camp and retrieves his spear. The assassins are stunned for a while then start threatening him but Gobi tells them to stop. He whispers that they shouldn’t antagonize people from Kouka as they still need Soo-Won’s support. Instead, Gobi treats Tae-Woo like a child, telling him it’s bad to enter their country with a weapon and this is no playground. Tae-Woo apologizes but says he thought he was about to witness a murder so that’s why he reacted quickly. He also knows Yotaka is Voldo’s (aka Hak’s friend) acquaintance.
Yotaka collapses from pain. Gobi wonders if he’ll have no other choice but to kill Tae-Woo now while no one is watching. Yotaka tells Tae-Woo he’s not like Voldo. The Wind tribe General faces Gobi’s group and asks them if they’re really from the anti-war faction, because they sure don’t look anything like Voldo. He heard a bit of their story from Hak, but is the anti-war faction really supposed to carry weapons and go around killing people? Especially when the guys from the pro-war faction were still hesitating about proceeding with the war?
Gobi tells his assassins to kill him in one blow, he doesn’t want to draw people’s attention. Right at that moment, Han-Dae and another from the Wind Tribe appear at the top of the barricade, looking for General Tae-Woo. Gobi’s like “General? This kid?”. The 2 new players realize what’s going on and are about to jump to the other side to defend their friend. Tae-Woo stops them. He wants Han-Dae to go and fetch Ayame, and Nobu (the other Wind tribe guy) to help him carry Yotaka.
Gobi knows he can’t afford to kill a General. He’s satisfied with having wounded Yotaka, and wants to focus on Kouren instead. Unfortunately for him, an assassin reports she’s with the monsters from Kouka. Gobi has a sort of crazed, grinning look on him when he hears the monsters have appeared. Gobi’s group leaves and so does the soldier who injured Yotaka.
Yotaka wants to go to Kouren’s side. Tae-Woo tells him he can’t with his injury and assures him Kouren is safe. Hak and Yona are with her. Even a thousand soldiers couldn’t beat the thunder beast from Kouka. Since he’s Voldo’s friend, Tae-Woo will help him so he better not die! Yotaka says he doesn’t know anyone named Voldo then faints. Tae-Woo comments that something ugly is happening in Shin right now.
Farther into the camp, Gobi tells Kouren’s soldiers that Yotaka vanished. Another cloaked man from his clique adds they haven’t seen Neguro or Kouren in their mansion either. The soldiers begin to worry, then Gobi delivers the fatal blow: it’s because they fled before the war! They must’ve realized they didn’t stand any chance against Kouka’s army. A soldier explains he’s been having doubts on Kouren’s ability to rule the country ever since the Crazy Mizari™ incident. Namsek gets angry and tells him to stop being rude. Gobi’s man objects that it was Kouren’s fault for appointing those people as 5 Stars.
Author note: I am very grateful to all the staff involved with producing the Sei arc drama CDs when they were already so busy. I hope you readers will like them too!
Namsek draws his sword: he won’t let them badmouth Her Highness like that! Wrong move, Gobi’s man takes this opportunity to point to the other soldiers and citizens how Kouren’s men are so quick to resort to violence. It’s all because of their thirst for blood. Namsek strikes him (off panel), and another soldier offers to help him in the ensuing fight.
Gobi is elated. He tells everyone to go look for Kouren together, and restrain Princess Tao. They must be hiding somewhere... The camp empties, deaf to Namsek’s cries that Soo-Won’s troops will be here soon. Gobi fuels their hatred, reminding them of what Crazy Mizari™ did. The monsters from Kouka are also forced to dance to Kouren’s tune, it seems... They must hurry and save them to appease Kouka’s anger. If people previously loyal to Kouren change their mind, the Gods will surely save them.
The scene switches to Yona’s group. She’s half carrying Hak on her shoulder, and he doesn’t look well. Yona tells him she’ll carry him so he can hop on her back. Hak says he’ll just crush her, but Yona says it’s fine, she’s stronger now. He complies and they both fall face first on the ground XD. Hak glances at her and she’s flustered. He tells her he’d like to talk to her after everything is over. Yona is surprised but says ok. Zeno, who is helping Shin-Ah walk, looks at the sky and says he has a bad feeling (the atmosphere is heavy). He’s felt it before, back in Kin province when soldiers from Kai regrouped and went on destroying things. A lot of people’s nervousness and hatred pools up in a dark emotion. Voldo says they’ve arrived to the camp and should go look for Yotaka. Kouren looks at the camp and sees a huge group of people (citizens, soldiers and Gobi’s men) waiting for them, anger showing on their face.
Suddenly a rope comes flying from behind to ensnare Shin-Ah’s neck. He’s still paralyzed from using his powers earlier and can’t do anything. He’s dragged away, caught by a soldier from Shin. Zeno, Kija and Jae-Ha get caught soon after and dragged on the ground the same way. Gobi sees Kija’s hand and seems to recognize him (”I see... a white scaly hand...”). The dragons are too weak to use their powers (or maybe something prevents them to, Kija only says he can’t use his strength).
Gobi advises Kouren’s group against fighting back. He holds people from Kouka hostages. Still, he didn’t expect Kouren to show up herself. She captured Tao, used Mizari and used fear to control the citizens... the country of Shin has become a huge mess. She only needs to look into her people’s eyes to see the extent of the damage she caused. *Cut to 2 panels’ worth of angry faces*. Kouren tells him the 4 dragons have nothing to do with it, and demands he releases them.
Gobi: They have nothing to do with it, you say? Then why did you imprison them?!
Gobi: It’s because you wanted to use their powers for yourself! To sacrifice them! You tried to make an enemy out of Kouka, didn’t you?!
Citizen: I... I’ve seen Lord Yotaka capture those people...
Gobi: See...? You used violence to try and bend them to your will. This is so like you to do that...
Tao: Priest Gobi, you used violence too...!
Gobi: Princess Tao! You’re unharmed...! It was all to protect you...
Kouren wants to know where Yotaka is. Gobi says he has no idea, he’s been searching for him too. Neguro and Mizari are nowhere to be found as well... They must’ve fled before the war. Kouren gets angry and aims an arrow at him. How dare he speak of her loyal subordinates like that! She’ll kill him right now!
Gobi’s assassins are ready to shoot, and Hak takes up his spear, but Yona steps in front of Kouren and orders both sides to drop their weapons. The assassins fire their arrows anyway. Hak shouts “Princess!”, the dragons are still on the ground and seem both astonished and angry. Suddenly a wave of power emanates from their 4 bodies, shaping up into dragons that shield Yona from the arrows. Everyone is speechless, except Gobi. “These... these are... the four dragons of Kouka...”
Hisa’s thoughts on the chapter:
Tae-Woo starts taking quick decisions and acting like the leader he is, that’s nice :D For Gobi’s plan of marrying Tao and SW to work, he can’t afford to kill a General from Kouka. Yet his assassins shot at the DDHHB (without his orders). Once/If he learns about the history between Yona and SW, will he try to kill them and offer their heads to Kouka as a sign of goodwill? I love how manipulative he is and how is using real facts like Kouren capturing the dragons to make his lies sound like the truth. Yup, I’ll be sad if he is defeated too easily. But I think he’ll stick around a bit longer. There’s some explaining to do about the dying King of Shin, his possible ability to hear the gods, and the fact that this chapter lets me think he already knows about the dragons and their powers.
Which leaves that last reveal... a new power we’ve never heard of. The last page conveniently didn’t show Zeno’s face. I wonder if he knew about it. We’ll see next chapter how they all react. This could have something to do with the shield from the prophecy, for this new powers seem to require the 4 dragons to combine their will.
I expect Soo-Won will arrive soon, and when he stops by the Kouka side of the camp, Yotaka will be there to tell him everything he needs to know.
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Hey, I am LOVING your writing on the Gnosticism themes on Homestuck--I hadn't thought about the Aeons as Cherubs yet, and that's fascinating stuff. However, a couple comments and leads: I don't think Abraxas is ever referenced as Sophia's partner, or at least, I haven't found a source making that claim. far as I can tell, Abraxas was the name of a totally different god later attributed to the Ur-God that generates the Aeons, by Carl Jung in the 7 Sermons to the Dead (1)
That paper describes Abraxas as the ultimate, invisible Godthat unites all opposites into one being, as well as the Lord of frogs andamphibians (puts a whole new spin on consorts and BSlick, not even to mentionJake’s consort kingdom, huh?). I also think the most obvious analog for Aeonsare actually the Aspects themselves–it’s important that the world of thePleroma is also the world of Ideas, and that Yaldabaoth is a “blind”god because it cannot perceive the Ideas that created it.
The Ideas angle alsolinks into the Ur-Self stuff you talked about with Davepeta. I think Hussiecovered that pretty thoroughly, because the Ur-Self is just another branch of atopic Hussie already covers from Act 1: Platonic Realism, and the expression ofthe pure realm of Ideas in the world of Material reality. My next two videosare covering the links between Gnosticism and Greek theory of Platonic Realism,but in the meantime Tex Talks’ alchemy stuff breaks the latter down v well.
Oh, also notable isthat Yaldabaoth is described as having created “seven heavens” in thesky–lending additional weights to the Seven Gates leading to Skaia, as thecharacters must Ascend the gates much as humans must Ascend to the Heavens toreach Pleroma ;) And you are indeed correct that Skaia is the metaphysicalmanifestation of Pleroma–hence why it acts as the Sessions’ Sun. It also givesoff Light, but Skaia’s Light is more focused on Ideas.
At last I finally have a chance to post your very helpfulcorrection! Sorry it took so dang long! XD
Yeah, I was totally wrong on Abraxas when I said he was Sophia’scounterpart Aeon. I think I must have decided that because 1) it seems weird tome that we wouldn’t know the name of that Aeon, but mythological systems areweird and arbitrary like that I guess 2) I misread one of my sources, which referredto Abraxas as “in Pleroma with Sophia,” which is still technically true, but asit turns out, true in a more general way. I’ve corrected the original post. Won’t stopold reblogs of it from going out, but ah, that’s the nature of the tumblr beast.^^’
I’ll have to look into Jung’s take, but I’m intrigued. Ithink Abraxas predates Jung, existing in earlier Gnostic systems (but not allof them) and I think he does start as a separate god originally. But I LOVEthat he’s associated with amphibians! That’s fantastic. That really ties him closelyinto the system of Sburb, even more than I originally thought, and suggeststhat Hope is somehow tied to the unlimited creative potential of Skaia.
Also, I was looking into Abraxas, and as far as I can tellhe seems to have been a Hellenistic-Roman god of curses and power, of a typethat was pretty common in that period of history—gods whose long, bizarre nameswere written on papyri and stones to summon the god’s magic power, frequentlyas a curse to bring down your enemies. Variations on Abraxas’s name werecommon, and in fact (I made sure I double-checked this this time, ha!) thisdoes appear to be where we get the word ABRACADABRA, from tablets and similarriffing on ABRAXAS. Or Abraxas is a riff on ABRACADABRA and similar bizarrepower-god names. Which is fascinating in its own right, but on top of that, itoccurred to me…
Writing ABRAXAS like this might look something like:
And oh my god Jake is closely associated with Abraxas as hisdenizen and Roxy even wonders on that page if he was writing ABRACADABRA and this just tiesJake and the mysteries of the Hope aspect even more closely into Gnosticism,and fuck, Homestuck really is the gift that keeps on giving, isn’t it? Fuckinglove it.
You’re right, Homestuck has always engaged pretty closelywith the platonic/archetypal nature of its entities, all the way from Act 1onward! Thanks for pointing that out. It’s interesting to see how it becomesmore explicit (and more focused on characters) later on, but it’s so satisfyingto notice how the seeds were already there. I like the Platonist Forms connectionlots of folks have made; I’ll admit Platonism isn’t my area of expertise,though. I tend to approach this much more from a Lit Crit/ Structuralist theoryof ideas. But it kind of comes to the same result, doesn’t it? Structuralist conceptsand Platonism get along pretty well, the only difference is that one’s encoded inlanguage and one in the universe. Given that Homestuck’s a linguistic-narrativestructure that represents a cosmic structure, it’s a pretty fantastic marriage!
Seven Gates / Seven Heavens is another SWEET CATCH, thanks! Sevensare a pretty classic magical number, but they don’t appear super oftenHomestuck outside the acts and the gates, do they? Curious. Very curious.Another echo of Narrative as Cosmos, Story as Gnosticism? From what I gatherthe archetypal power of sevens historically comes from the seven visibleheavenly bodies, (the sun and moon plus the five visible planets), and that’sprobably pretty closely tied to the Gnostic idea of Seven Heavens. Which allties in very nicely with the planetary and cosmic structure of Sburb. Excellentstuff.
Thanks so much for writing in! I always look forward tohearing your ideas. :D
#replies and discussion#revolutionaryduelist#abraxas#hope aspect#gnostic influences#homestuck analysis#platonism#structuralism#hellenistic religion#corrections#the ultimate self#gnostic themes#homestuck#sevens#metafiction in homestuck#jake english
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Masterpiece (Part 7)
I don’t think I’ve ever updated so quickly in my life. People, this is a miracle so please don’t ask if this is possible again XD. The amount of support is overwhelming and I think that’s why I managed to write another chapter so quickly. Once again thank you to all the people who have inspired me and helped out with this fanfic @angellecookiewingz, @sugar--pie, @krzed and @princesszatana (who always reblogs and leaves the sweetest messages).
Part one: https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/145967766370/masterpiece-part-one
Read it on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8286893/chapters/18984242
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Chloe froze and for a few minutes she didn’t know how to talk. Nathanaël began to speak.
Did he just say Boyfriend?
“You must be Chloe’s boss? I spoke to you on Saturday morning why Chloe couldn’t be at work.”
Mr. Shelley nodded.
“Ah, yes I remember. Chloe are you feeling better?”
Chloe managed a nod.
“Chloe has told me about your business, I have to say it looks like it’s doing well.” Nathanaël commented politely.
Mr. Shelley beamed with pride and Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If it was one thing other than screwing Gabriella and making money, the other thing that made Mr. Shelley happy was flattery. Chloe had actually tried flattery on Mr. Shelley when she first started working and it worked like a charm for the first few weeks.
She got raises every other week and was actually making a decent living but when Mr. Shelley started to leave lingering touches on her skin and invade personal space that was when she stopped. He didn’t get the hint and one night after work he became a little too ‘handsy’. Chloe had kneed him in the groin and called him a horrendous pig before storming out.
She had searched for other jobs but there weren’t any openings or she didn’t have the necessary skills. She ended up going back to the restaurant to find out that Mr. Shelley had hired Gabriella and an intense dislike grew between them. He couldn’t fire Chloe because she could file a report against him for harassment and his business would be gone but she needed the money, so in the end they had an unspoken agreement for her not to tell anyone so he could keep his business and she could keep her job.
“Why thank you Nathanaël! If only Chloe could be as kind as you.”
Chloe glared daggers at Mr. Shelley but he ignored her.
“Anyway, the reason I’m here is to apologize for Chloe being late. It’s our one month anniversary today and I surprised her with breakfast. We lost track of time and she ended up running late. I’m very sorry for her tardiness.”
Chloe couldn’t believe the lies coming out of Nathanaël’s mouth. He said every word so smoothly and- was this really the dorky artist who sat at the back of the classroom?
“It’s okay, Nathanaël. I understand.”
“Thank you. And on the same topic, can I pick up Chloe a little earlier today from work? I have a surprise planned for our anniversary.”
Mr. Shelley nodded vigorously. “Of course!”
Nathanaël gave Mr. Shelley a warm smile before turning to face Chloe, who had been staring at him the whole conversation. He gave her a wink and a small smile before leaning in closer just so that he could whisper in her ear.
“I’ll see you in a few hours okay, love?”
He leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead before walking away.
Mr. Shelley smiled and nodded.
“I gotta say, he’s a nice guy, Chloe. Now get into the kitchen and turn on the fryer and dishwasher,” Mr. Shelley said as he spotted Gabriella walking towards them. Gabriella was twenty minutes late but did that matter when you’re screwing your boss?
No.
Chloe walked inside as Mr. Shelley pulled Gabriella into an embrace and they shared a passionate (disgusting is the word Chloe would’ve chosen) kiss.
“I just saw a cute red head walking away. Who’s he?” Gabriella asked in her sickingly sweet voice.
“ Chloe’s boyfriend,” replied Mr. Shelley.
“Ooh, she actually has taste,” cackled Gabriella.
Chloe was too caught up in her own world to be bothered with Gabriella.
Nathanaël had kissed her.
The more she thought about it, the redder her face would go.
“Ugh, what are you doing to me, Nathanaël?” Chloe groaned as the butterflies fluttered her stomach and her hands grew clammy with sweat.
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Chloe stretched and felt her joints click and she sighed in relief.
Three o’clock rush hour had just finished and she was feeling drained. Chloe was grateful that there wasn’t anyone in the restaurant for the time being, so she could think in peace. She took a cloth and began to walk to all the tables that needed wiping down. As she wiped the coffee stains away her mind began to wonder about what Nathanaël had done that morning.
He kissed her.
And he said he was her boyfriend.
And he said, “I’ll see you in a few hours okay, love?”
Chloe wanted to bang her head against the clean table.
The only question was why?
Why did he do all of those things? There was never a need to do it. The more she thought about it, the bigger the urge to throw the table out the window.
Just relax, Chloe. You can talk to him about it later when he fetches you.
Chloe froze.
Crap. He was still fetching her early for a ‘surprise’.
What did that even mean?
“Um, Chloe? You’ve been wiping the same table for the past fifteen minutes,” a nasally voice interrupted her thoughts. Chloe looked up and shook her head.
“Um…yeah, sorry, Gabriella. I was just thinking…” Chloe mumbled as she moved onto the next table and began to wipe down the rest of the tables. To her frustration, Gabriella had followed her and immediately began asking questions.
“So how did you and Nathanaël meet?”
“We went to the same high school.”
“Did you always like him? Or is he a high school sweetheart? Maybe you and Nathanaël and me and Davy can go on a double date!”
Chloe spun around to face Gabriella and gave her a look that said ‘ are you out of your freaking mind?’
“Listen Gabriella, I don’t need to tell you anything about Nathanaël. Oh, and in case you haven’t noticed, you and I are not friends, at all. So stop treating me like we are because I never want to be. And did you just offer to go on a double date with me and Nathanaël…With OUR BOSS?”
Chloe moved onto the next table and bit back a scream when she saw Gabriella standing opposite her. Gabriella slammed her hands on the table.
“I have the right to know! Nathanaël is such a cutie pie-“
“You did not just call him a cutie pie.”
“Well do you have anything better to describe him? He’s yummy,” Gabriella said with a lick of her lips.
Chloe threw down the rag on the table and growled at Gabriella. She could feel anger pumping through her veins.
“Okay, that is just wrong. Nathanaël is not ‘yummy’ like some sort of erotic stripper! He’s compassionate, a really good cook, patient, an amazing listener and oh my word, he is so talented. I don’t need to tell you jack shit about who Nathanaël is and our lives. All you need to know is to back-“ Chloe took a menacing step towards Gabriella and to her surprise, Gabriella whimpered in fear “-the hell away from Nathanaël otherwise there will be hell to pay.”
Without another word, Chloe spun on her heels and crashed into a customer. She wobbled for a few seconds and felt the customer grab her hands to balance.
“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry-“ Chloe began before meeting a pair of familiar azure blue eyes. “Nathanaël,” Chloe said feeling all the air getting sucked out of her body as he continued to hold her hands in his.
“Hey, love. How was work?” he asked with a small smile.
“I-it was good,” she mumbled.
“You ready to go? I have the surprise all ready.”
Chloe wanted to punch a wall. Nathanaël was either hella good at acting or all of this was something else entirely.
“Y-yes…I just need to get my bag from the kitchen.”
Chloe quickly ran to the kitchen and retrieved her bag. Her mind was in overdrive.
What was this surprise? Was he doing this just so that they could spend some time together? But that still didn’t make any sense as to why he said he was her boyfriend.
Chloe stepped out of the kitchen to see Nathanaël and Mr. Shelley talking. She was glad to see Gabriella on the other side of the restaurant avoiding eye contact with her.
“-Today was good, business went smoothly. Where are you taking Chloe for your anniversary?”
Nathanaël chuckled.
“Still a surprise, Mr. Shelley.”
He turned to see Chloe walking towards him and he wrapped an arm around her waist, causing her to blush. How was he so comfortable with this?
“Goodbye,” Nathanaël said and strolled out the door with Chloe still glued firmly to his waist.
Once they were a few blocks away from the restaurant, they began a slow walk on one of the more quieter streets, the cars and traffic a few roads away from them. Chloe wanted to protest but her feet hurt and she was exhausted from how hectic her day had been. She also quite liked how secure Nathanaël’s hand was around her waist and wanted some peace and quiet after working with loud children, equally loud adults and blaring music in the background.
By the time they got to the apartment, the sun was bathing the afternoon in gorgeous streaks of gold and pink. As Nathanaël opened up his apartment, Chloe wiggled out of his grip and glared at him. She stormed into the apartment and threw her bag onto the marble counter
“This is all your fault!” she hissed.
Nathanaël looked startled at first but smiled lazily and there was a strange twinkle in his eyes.
“And what is my fault exactly, Chloe?”
Chloe threw her hands exasperatedly in the air.
“Are you kidding me? The kiss? The ‘boyfriend’ thing? Nathanaël you have some explaining to do, so help me-“
Nathanaël burst out laughing and doubled over. Chloe glared at him.
How dare her laugh at her when he’s easily caused her so much anguish for the past seven hours?
Once Nathanaël was done laughing he cleared his throat.
“Okay, let me explain.”
Chloe nodded. “Fine, but this better be good, Kurtzberg, otherwise you’ll regret it.“
Nathanaël took a seat on the couch and Chloe followed, sitting on the opposite side.
“Okay, why did I say I was your boyfriend? Simple, Chloe your boss is a sleazy guy but he understands how important maintaining a relationship is.”
Chloe scoffed,“Oh really?”
Nathanaël grinned.
“I know it sounds impossible but hear me out. Mr. Shelley is the type of guy to want something in his life and once he has it, he worships it and treasures it until it’s gone. Same thing goes for relationships. He currently worships Gabriella ,right? Well that’s why he let you off the hook so easily, because you had a boyfriend who just wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast for their one month anniversary.”
Chloe was impressed.
“Okay, but what if you hadn’t done the boyfriend trick?”
Nathanaël closed his eyes then opened them. “He would’ve been angry with you but not in front of me. Maybe once I had left, he would’ve shouted at you. Also he wouldn’t of let you off work a few hours early.”
“How do you know all of this? It’s actually kind of scary,” Chloe giggled.
Nathanaël ran a hand through his hair.
“Um, I’d prefer to not talk about it,” he said softly and Chloe grew worried.
“I-I wasn’t trying to be nosy! I’m sorry,” she said quickly.
“It’s okay, Chloe. I’ll tell you another time…when I feel ready.”
Chloe smiled. She liked having moments with Nathanaël like this. Just talking to him made the world seem a little more normal.
No angry bosses.
No annoying co-workers.
That was when something clicked in her head and she slowly turned to face Nathanaël.
‘I hate you. Do you have any idea what it’s going to be like working with Gabriella now? She offered to go on a double date with us! I don’t know how long I’m supposed to keep her off my back!” she said with a groan.
Nathanaël laughed. “I’m sure the warning you gave her at the restauant sent the message across quite well.”
Chloe felt her jaw drop and heat rush to her face.
“Y-you heard all of that?” she stuttered and leaned on the marble counter in support in fear of falling over.
Nathanaël nodded and Chloe, for the second time today, wished she was dead.
Chloe wanted to take one of his throw pillows she was sitting on and whack him repeatedly with it.
“Hmm…and y’know I really liked the way you told off Gabriella that I wasn’t yummy like some sort of erotic stripper...that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
Chloe grabbed a throw pillow and screamed into it while Nathanaël continued ticking off the things she had done.
“That I’m kind and compassionate? Or was it talented and a good listener? Oh! It was I cook amazing food!” Nathanaël teased.
“Please stop.” Chloe begged and her voice was slightly muffled because her face was buried into the pillow.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”
Chloe lifted her head off of the pillow, her forehead already having indentations because of the fabric.
Nathanaël stood up and stretched, exposing a sliver of stomach to Chloe who immediately averted her eyes knew that image wasn’t getting out of her mind anytime soon.
“C’mon.” he said as he grabbed her hand and helped her stand up.
“What? Where are we going?” Chloe asked
“It’s our one month anniversary, darling. Did you forget? I wasn’t joking when I said I had a surprise.” Nathanaël said as he went into his room before peeking his head out again. “Oh, and you can shower here because your water pressure is seriously messed up.”
“How did you know? You haven’t been spying on me, have you?” Chloe questioned and to her surprise, Nathanaël’s cheeks went red.
“No! I-it was the only r-reasonable answer as to why you burned yourself last weekend while having your first s-shower here!”
Chloe smirked.
“How does it feel to be teased now?” she asked.
Nathanaël rolled his eyes and playfully knocked her hip against his.
“Okay, I’m going to go shower now and you are going to get warm clothes from your apartment and bring them here so you can shower after me. It looks like it’s going to be a cold evening.”
Chloe did just that and, after careful planning, decided to wear a thick lilac sweater with little white flowers on them (she actually got it from a thrift store and it was one of the clothes she adored), navy blue jeans, black high-tops (another thrift buy and they were a little too big but she wore thick socks with them) and a black scarf. She locked her door and went back to Nathanaël’s apartment and saw that he was done. She let out a small gasp and her heart began to beat a little faster.
He was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with black jeans and Converse sneakers. His hair was slightly damp and cheeks red from the shower.
“That was quick,” Chloe said before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Or you just took long to pick your clothes!” Nathanaël yelled as she switched on the shower.
She let the warm water wash away the grim and the feel of fry oil on her skin. She washed her hair and used some of Nathanaël’s body wash to clean herself.
He smells like the ocean.
She got out of the shower and got dressed and styled her hair into her signature ponytail. She took one final glance of herself in the mirror and smiled.
She exited the bathroom and saw Nathanaël as he slid on his leather jacket and checked his phone. Chloe couldn’t help but stare. That jacket looked so good on him and she wondered if he was aware how he was making her feel just by wearing a leather jacket.
He looked up and his eyes widened in surprise.
“Lilac really…suits you,” he commented and Chloe looked down shyly.
“So…it’s still a surprise?” she asked as he ushered her out of the apartment and into the corridors.
“Yes…but I think you’re going to like it.”
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