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castleoflions · 3 years

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Welcome back for another comparison of the original Japanese text against the official English translations!

This month, there are only a few things that jumped out at me as odd or incorrect, so it should be a pretty quick one this time around.

So, let’s get cracking.

First, as I pointed out in the Lost in Translation for the first half of Ch. 88, the title of this chapter in English may be incorrect. For those of you that don’t want to click into that post, here’s that excerpt:

The actual title of Ch. 88 is 天地無用の女, which extremely literally translates to something like “Do-not-invert-heaven-and-earth woman.” This phrase, 天地無用 (tenchi muyou) is primarily used within the shipping and logistics industry in Japan, and is analogous to English’s “this side up” markings on packages. This is almost certainly how the translator at Yen Press got “Upright Girl;” in it’s usual context, that’s what 天地無用 means: this side up, keep upright, do not invert.

However, anyone who is familiar with the old “Tenchi Muyo!” anime or manga series likely knows that it can have another meaning: being in the way, being useless, and/or being of little importance. So, for part 1 of Ch. 88, a more accurate translation could very likely be “Unimportant Woman,” or, if we break the naming convention of the chapters a little bit, “A Woman of No Importance.”This makes sense as Mary is told she is “in the way” twice during this chapter.

I still stand by that translation over “Upright Girl,” though I will concede that the idea that Ririka, metaphorically speaking, shouldn’t be “inverted” or that she needs to be “kept upright” instead of, say, blended with Kirari, could be a reason to go with the “Upright Girl” title.

The most obvious moment that appeared to be turned into word salad in translation is when Ririka and Mary make their promise. This happens on neighboring pages, and this is the dialogue. I’ve bold italicized the parts that are particularly wrong.

The Mary’s English translation for these panels say: First panel: You want in? Uh, what? Look, don’t be ridiculous. We need to come up with a winning strategy... Second panel: This promise is going to be a “secret” just between you and me. Kirari Momobami plays no part in this, all right? If you join in, and wind up falling out...then I’m gonna drag you right back in!

What Mary actually says in Japanese is: First panel: 混ざる？何よソレ。無茶苦茶なこと言わないで。そんなことより勝っための作戦をー

Blend/Mix? What the hell is that? Don’t be absurd. I don’t care about that, I just want a plan to win...

Second panel: この約束は私とアンタ二人だけの「秘密」。そこに桃喰綺羅莉いない。アンタが混ざっていなくなるというなら私が引き戻してやる！

This promise is a “secret” between you and me. Kirari Momobami is not involved in this. If you are going to get mixed up/become blended and disappear...I’ll pull you back out!

It should be pretty obvious what both Ririka and Mary were trying to say. Ririka talking about “mixing/blending” with Kirari was her trying to warn Mary that she might blend too far and forget herself for a moment. Mary is saying that they’ll make a promise (complete with a pinky swear!) that if Ririka blends too much with Kirari and loses herself, Mary will find a way to pull her out of their blended state. Seeing as how pulling from Ririka’s pile of votes (technically a shared pile of votes between them) unblends Ririka from Kirari, Mary achieves this goal.

That part above is the most egregious fumble this month, which, compared to other chapter releases, is pretty tame. I do have one more tiny bone to pick and an interesting detail that can’t be transferred 1:1 from Japanese to English.

First, another oddity in translation that, while not incorrect, does warp Ririka’s characterization a little bit. It has to do with just after Ririka breaks free of their blend, and informs Kirari that the remaining 99 votes are coming from her pile.

The the English translation for this part says: Kirari: ...I’m sorry? Mary Saotome has only one vote, doesn’t she? Where are the other ninety-nine coming from?

Ririka: Well, Kirari...I’ll show you. They’re right here.

Kirari: It’s an outside bet! A conditional vote handover!

What they actually say in Japanese is: Kirari: 。。。どういうことかしら。早乙女芽亜里待ち票は１票でしょう？残り９９票はどうから来たの？

Ririka: 。。。それはな、綺羅莉。こういうことだ。

Kirari: 外ウマによる票の条件付き譲渡！

Kirari: ...What does that mean, I wonder / ...I’m not sure I understand. Mary has one vote, correct? Where did the other 99 votes come from?

Ririka: ...From this, Kirari... They’re coming from here.

Kirari: A conditional transfer of votes from outside the game/an outside bet!

The English, again, is not necessarily wrong, but it is perhaps a little bit more confrontational or forceful than it’s portrayed in Japanese.

And now onto something we, as an English-speaking audience, missed out on because of nuances in Japanese that don’t have a direct equivalent in English.

It happens right after the events above, when Ririka reveals she kept a secret from Kirari, and Kirari being over-fucking-joyed that Ririka did so.

The the English translation for this part says: Ririka! You’ve been keeping a secret from me?

What it says in Japanese is: リリカ！貴方*。。。私に秘密を作るというの？

Ririka! Dear/Darling*...You’re keeping a secret from me?

*The version of “you” Kirari is using here, 貴方, with that specific kanji, can, contextually, mean “dear” or “darling” when used with people the speaker is familiar or affectionate towards. In fact, it’s the exact same “you” that Ririka directed at Mary when she was blended with Kirari in the first half of the chapter, though when she said it then, she was purposefully being condescending.

The excerpt I wrote explaining that is below:

*So the way Ririka is using 貴方 here is extremely condescending. The way she’s saying “dear” (貴方 is only used that way when affectionate and familiar with someone, typically) seems to be conveying multiple things at once, which is a linguistic property of how Japanese is structured that can sometimes be very difficult to convey in English. In this context 貴方 means two things at the same time: Ririka is saying “You” in a very rude, distant, and condescending way that implies she looks down on Mary. The other meaning is “dear/honey/darling/sweetheart” and is used when familiar with someone.

In contrast, the way Kirari is using it above, coupled with how visibly happy and excited she is, points to her being genuine instead of condescending, meaning that her line above could’ve been translated as: “Ririka, darling! You’re keeping a secret from me?”

That’s all I caught in this particular release.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and I’ll continue chipping away at Kari translations in between chapters! In fact, you can get at the translation for the Kari released alongside this chapter here.

See you next time! :)

#kakegurui #kakegurui xx #ririka momobami #kirari momobami #fan translation #anime: lesbian gambling simulator #kakegurui 88 #kakegurui 88.5 #kkg lost in translation

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spaceshipkat · 2 years

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I think I could get on board with yenralt (mostly because I love yen and just want her to get whatever she wants lmao) but only if they spend the next season learning to communicate in healthy ways and grow together. Otherwise I'm not interested

YEP. if yenralt had been written well, it would be a different ballgame for me. even before i shipped geraskier (which, tbh, i didn’t really ship until i got more involved in Witcher fandom post-s1) i didn’t ship yenralt bc of how terribly they’re written, from the shit Yen pulls in Rinde, to how Geralt speaks to her when she opens up on the mountain, to how their only interactions seem to be truly terrible sex (the humping 🤦🏻‍♀️) or a single post-coitus conversation that Geralt looks like he’s gonna fall asleep in, to how toxic they both are for each other in season 1. in season 2, we spend so much time hearing Yen talk about how hurt she was, how it wasn’t real (bc it isn’t), how she (and Jaskier) are better off without him, all of which made me really hopeful that the writers would address the problem and, if they were lucky, make me get behind yenralt. instead, the instant Yen sees Geralt again in the temple of Melitele she’s like “is this real” and they kiss and it’s like nothing happened in the previous episodes even though we saw it all with our own eyes.

it’s why i keep trying to rationalize the temple of Melitele scene like 1) “oh Yen wanted to get Geralt to trust her so she could kidnap Ciri” or 2) “it’s the djinn wish making them lose all sense when they’re together”. both could certainly be true, but neither actually stands on much foundation when properly examined by rubbing a couple brain cells together: in situation #1, Yen didn’t have to go into Geralt’s room after she realized it was his, and she didn’t know who Ciri was to Geralt until after the kiss happened; in situation #2, they’re in other scenes later on, high with tension, and they don’t seem to be under the djinn stupor, such as when Geralt rescues Ciri after Yen nearly hands her over in Cintra. thus, if the djinn wish could be to blame for Yen’s sudden turnaround in the temple of Melitele, wouldn’t that also prevent Geralt from being furious with Yen over what she almost did with Ciri? if the djinn wish makes Yen forget she’s mad at Geralt, wouldn’t the djinn wish thus cause Geralt to do the same? it just doesn’t add up.

the writers don’t make any sense to me in what they’re trying to do with yenralt. in real life, someone kidnapping your kid and trying to hand them over to their greatest enemy would be enough to break up anyone, even two people so ridiculously in love. how on earth is Yen supposed to redeem herself in Geralt’s eyes—let alone Ciri’s! sure Yen sacrificed herself for Ciri, but like. hhhhh it just doesn’t feel like enough to redeem her (and don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore season 2 Yen) but it’s clear that’s where we’re going.

but then that brings us back to the crux of the problem that separated Geralt and Yen to begin with: the djinn wish. Geralt never apologized to her. i’ve vented about that enough, but i just can’t get over how all he said was “you weren’t alone in your pain” and had more emotional growth and open communication with Triss, who the writers are clearly setting up to be in unrequited pseudo-love (on her part obv), than he does with Yen, and yet we’re supposed to get behind the ship? what about what Yen’s s2 plot up to her reunion with Geralt was supposed to make her view of Geralt change, if that’s what the writers were hoping to fall back on? i don’t romantically ship Yen and Jaskier (their friendship is beyond gorgeous, and a loving and loyal friend is what both desperately need), but she had more emotional and relationship growth with him in just those first two episodes they were in together than she has with Geralt in two seasons. hell, she had more emotional growth with Cahir than she did with Geralt! what are we supposed to do with that??? sex isn’t enough to make viewers ship characters! (well, maybe not some viewers, but still.)

maybe it’s different for twn watchers bc we haven’t read the books or played the games in order to grow attached to yenralt the way the writers want us to be, but that really shouldn’t be an excuse when twn writers are already adding so much to the show that doesn’t exist in the books (or the games, though the show only gives nods to them, since they’re not the show’s actual source material). you want yenralt to be endgame? fine! it’d be great, especially bc Yen is a WOC in the show, but do the fucking work to make us ship it rather than vent about the absolute flood of problems that exist bw the two characters.

and while they’re at it, don’t make a child be what is supposed to fix the marriage. that is so fucking unfair on the child (especially when said child has a deus ex machina of a future coming). shame on the writers (especially bc we know Lauren Hissrich has children). we should know better than this by now.

#ask #anonymous #the witcher #witcher season 2 #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #yenralt #spoilers

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todoscript · 4 years

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Love Capsule

anonymous requested: Can I request a Bakugou scenario where the reader and the Bakusquad drag him out on a shopping trip and they see a whole section of vending machines and decide to check them out to see what cute, tasty or weird things they can find and the reader and Bakugou either get lost/ditched or squeezed together in a tight row but they have a good time and maybe the reader got a rare all might mysery figure and Bakugou wants it, so they they he can have it in exchange for a date?

genre: fluff pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 4.8k+ warnings: bakusquad shenanigans. bakugou cursing. pining.

author’s note: My Bakugou angst fic isn’t done yet but I wrote this request on the side. I wanted to have something to publish after not posting any written work for awhile so I did my best to get this out asap. sorry if it seems rushed! (also reposting this because the post stopped showing up in the tags).

There are only a fair bit of things Bakugou loathes more than wasting his valuable time. And that includes wasting that time by getting dragged into public places he has no desire to be, alongside the four most senseless nitwits the boy has ever had the displeasure of befriending.

It feels less like a friend group to him and more of a gathering of idiots as he watches four out of the six huddle around the aisle of vending machines across the mall. Where’s the other one, you might ask? You’re standing right next to him, sipping a bottle of sweet lemon tea dispensed to you from those vending machines.

“Ooh, look at this one!” The other girl in his squad, styling unruly pink hair, pokes a finger toward a blue machine in particular. What she finds interesting about it is that it’s absent of all buttons except a single one above the coin slot.

“Says here that you only have to pay a hundred yen for a mystery item,” Sero reads the instructions printed boldly across the surface, his grin showing his pearly whites. “Can range from food to even toys and cheap plastic jewelry.”

Popping up behind his taller friend, Kaminari squints incredulously at the sign before his eyes brighten like he’s concocted a conspiracy. “No, dude, I’ve heard of these kinds of vending machines before! They want you to think it’s some ordinary convenience vending machine, but these things actually have some super-secret big prize hidden inside!”

“Uh, no, that’s how you get your money robbed from you, Kaminari,” Kirishima tells the blonde, and yet his warnings end up floating from one ear and flying out the other. Kaminari fishes out a small stash of coins taut in between the lint balls of his pockets.

“Yeah yeah, just wait until you eat those words when I come home with a Playstation 5!”

“Why would there be a Playstation 5 of all things in there?” Ashido asks skeptically. She notes the small slot near the bottom, appearing sizable to dispense a large water bottle at most.

“Okay, maybe not an actual PS5, but probably the voucher you take to the game store to retrieve one, of course!” He waves the doubt away as he kneels and begins his succession of slotting coins in the machine until agitation eventually ebbs his features. About five hundred yen down the drain and all he’s amounted with in exchange are two Gudetama keychains, two packets of off-brand oreo cookies, and one can of that cheap instant black coffee he dislikes. Though if it’s one thing, he and the drink have in common it’s that they’re both positively bitter.

Kirishima, Sero, and Ashido all snicker wryly behind him while he deadpans at the snotty series of prizes with the skin between his eyebrows crinkled in defeat. Ashido takes this as the time to move along the row, dragging her sullen blond friend by the elbow. “Moving on! I want to get to the one with the Yakult drinks already!” She points onward and leads her compadres down the treasure trove of intriguing automated food vendors. Two of the boys press forward enthusiastically. Kaminari has to be lugged out of his brooding in order to play along.

“God, please just take me out already,” Bakugou mutters while leering his signature miffed face behind them. According to the giggle he registers chiming to his left, it seems you heard his complaints.

“Hm, not having a good time, I’m guessing?” you ask. The metallic edge of your lemon tea creases into the cushion that is your plush bottom lip. Bakugou finds himself staring there longer than he should and immediately tears his eyes away before he’s caught.

Your playful tone throws him off a beat later than he should’ve taken to reply. “Of course. I didn’t even want to be here to begin with,” he sneers with a brisk click of his tongue, crossing his arms. In a sense, he’s only telling half of the truth.

It’s true Bakugou did not desire to be here on his own accord. The squad dared to call him at the dead of midnight, when he was already tucked into bed by nine o’clock sharp and indulging in a needed rest, only to be ruefully awoken by his phone blaring across the expanse of his dorm room. The four should’ve suffered an earful from him as they tried to arrange a shopping trip of all things at that hour. However, his disinterest in the subject withered at the bait of your name casted into the conversation. Which to them was hook, line, and sinker. The cunning group of friends reeled him in at the idea that his crush would tag along. So, in the end, they got the rowdy blond to yield to the stupid shopping trip.

Though could it count as a shopping trip when four out of the six in their group were so transfixed by the weird vending machines in the place? The same four that organized said gathering to begin with? They’ve yet to cross into a single store here for crying out loud.

“If all you morons are gonna do is waste your damn money on these things, then this is a complete waste of time.” Bakugou doesn’t sugarcoat his irritation in the slightest. You still try to quell the bitterness in his tone with the saccharine that saturates your own.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, lighten up,” you tease playfully, pinching a small bit of the fabric on his arm to lightly urge him forward.

“You should at least try and join in on the fun with everyone—” At the turn of your head, your sentence cuts off, astonished to come across an empty space where your quartet of friends should be.

“And they’re already gone…” you say in disbelief. Your finger initially pointed in that direction falls limp. With their speedy curiosity plowing down the line of machines, the four have effectively ditched you two, leaving no trace of where they could’ve taken off for next.

The sigh from your lips lingers in amusement. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, Bakugou.”

When your eyes meet him again, you witness the scowl he glares at the abandoned space in front of the vending machine. The leer is menacing enough that if the contraption were an actual person, they might have rattled in fear, dropping down the snacks and drinks contained inside to sate his anger.

“Um, Bakugou?” you attempt to call out to him, but he’s too fixated by the peeved thoughts strewn in his head to hear you properly.

What the fuck are those dunces thinking? They planned this, didn’t they? God, I’m going to fucking kill them all! He babbles a seething torrent in his mind. Each one is more unrelenting and harsher than the last while a vein blisters prominently on his forehead.

What were the odds that going on a little shopping trip would end up with him left behind with his crush? Well, Bakugou thinks it’s absolutely none, and that this shit had to be preordained. If not, then it was just his bad fucking luck he supposes.

“—llo, earth to Bakugou Katsuki? Please send back a reply when you receive this message.”

At last, your voice surfaces, no longer drowned in Bakugou’s turbulent sea of thoughts as the hand you wave in front of him swims its way to his attention. “Huh?” He shakes his head twice to grip himself back to the matter at hand, observing in time the playful smile that curls mischievously on your lips.

“All back together I see. Good.” You start pulling on his arm and lead him in tandem with your steps. “Now let’s get going!”

Though he quirks up an eyebrow, Bakugou, weirdly enough, does not reject the way you drag him along without waiting for his response. In fact, with the other four gone, he finds it compelling that you’re taking the reins and asks mildly, “What? Are we gonna be doing some actual shopping now?”

His joke earns him your laughter resonating in melodic lilts to his ears before you leave his side to toss your empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Nope, we’re gonna be doing something even more fun, of course!” Then you resume dragging Bakugou down the walkways of the mall.

It’s not long until he questions the consecutive twists and turns he’s forced to take, having only been answered by your pursed grin multiple times.

“Hey, no more questions! Just trust me!” you quip at his refusal to be quiet and just obediently follow. The blonde can’t help it, of course, given the circumstances he’s wound himself in. Not many boys his age can control themselves if the person they like is pulling them along with as much enthusiasm as you are right now. But Bakugou is different from those other simpletons, crafting a mask to cover the elation hidden beneath with usual displeasure. Nothing but his uncharacteristic lack of annoyance and the ample glances in your direction could truly give himself away to his affections for you.

So with that, he places a generous amount of hope that you guide him somewhere more entertaining than that borefest he witnessed from the squad earlier.

But the moment you two reach your destination, he wonders if he may have accidentally misplaced that same hope down a rabbit hole instead.

“What the…” Bakugou’s words drift in the air at the quizzical sight before him. Mouth hanging open, he’s unable to conjure any sensible thoughts in time before you step in front of him.

“Tada! The Capsule Toy Gacha Room!” You spread your hands outward to present him an unhindered view of the room. It’s teeming with small capsule toy machines that line the walls, stacked on top of each other not to waste a single space inside. His red eyes squint at the assortment of bright colors painted on each machine that assaults his vision.

“Why the hell are there so many of these things?” Bakugou asks, jabbing a finger at the machines. You reply as you walk inside, “It’s the Gacha Room, Bakugou. Of course this place is gonna be filled with them.” You impart him an answer he is not at all satisfied with.

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid! Glad it hasn’t really changed,” you say, noting the only real difference between then and now were the new toys and characters updated with the current trends. He begrudgingly trails behind you into the narrow corridors sandwiched with the machines on each side. The modest little tune you hum between your lips is a stark contrast to his disgruntled huffs accompanying his dragging feet.

Bakugou thinks being here is not any different from what the other four are frolicking about outside. This might be the worse alternative, considering you give money to a machine that grants you an item at complete random. You have no way of knowing what or who you’re going to get until the colorful sphere pops out at the bottom. And then, in an instance, your anticipation fades away when you open it and receive the character no one particularly cares about—the little charm inevitably gathering dust, forgotten in the drawers of your desk. Overall, these toy capsule machines were just gluttons devouring the money of parents whose kids always whine about never getting what they wanted.

Still, because it’s you, he stays and watches you indulge in your little nostalgia trip.

As your eyes glide down the row of toy dispensers, trying your best to decipher the items contained behind the blurry glass, you chime in, “Say, Bakugou, don’t you have any memories of gacha machines?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow in contemplation. He racks through the nooks and crannies between the crevices of his mind and recalls some standout memories. “I guess. Few of ’em were stuck in front of the arcade place near my neighborhood,” he answers, but those memories immediately begin to sour the more he looks into the details.

You don’t see how his face slowly contorts with annoyance while he plays back a scene in his head.

At the time, Bakugou had only sprouted to the young age of five years old. He’s huddled around his posse in front of the arcade he mentioned, slotting a coin inside the capsule machine that was stocked full of charms of Pro Heroes, which housed a very special limited edition prize of All Might to honor their collaboration with the famous Number One of Japan.

The boy was positively giddy at what was to come out, remaining hopeful thanks to the giant poster of All Might gazing down upon him with his triumphant grin. Yet even when his squeaky little voice hollered out a “Plus Ultra!” to reinforce his luck, he was given dirt in response.

But you know who did get that mystery All Might prize?

Deku. Fucking Deku.

Right after he had his spin of the machine, the green-haired boy stepped up, gave it a go, and got All Might on his first fucking try. To say five-year-old Bakugou was bitter would only be putting it mildly. The unbridled emotions bundled in his tiny body were just waiting to burst in an explosion.

But in the end, did he fight Midoriya for it? No, he did not. For if he did, his mother would have scolded the hell out of him, and his young self reflected in the moment that avoiding parental wrath outweighed the limited edition Mystery All Might figure charm, as sad as that sounded. So since then, he’s tried to repress that memory in the far corners of his mind.

But it seems God just desires to spite him.

“Hey, look!” You pull lightly on his shirt to capture his attention, eyes trained forward at whatever piqued your interest. Bakugou peeks over your head, and what he’s met with does not please him.

“They have a gacha machine featuring Pro Heroes here!” you shout cheerfully, walking toward it with the hem of Bakugou’s shirt in hand, who begrudgingly follows along despite a groan nearly leaving his mouth.

“Isn’t this cool?” you ask. You squat down to peer into the peculiar machine located at the very bottom of the stack. Bakugou clicks his tongue as part of his reply, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.

“No.”

“Hey, one day they’ll be making toys and charms of you as well, Mister ‘I’m Gonna Be The Number One Hero,’” you say with a giggle, and your comment sparks a bit of pink to dust his cheeks while he looks down at you from his standing position.

He attempts to join you and your fixation on the Pro Hero capsule machine. However, when he starts bending his knees, he finds this to be a bit difficult. The more he squats down, the more Bakugou realizes they truly made this place for children and not bulky teenagers like him training in hero school. His knees and bottoms almost brush up against the plastic sheen of the machines on each opposing side.

Though he has to fidget into a particular position to get somewhat comfortable, he eventually gets there and kneels next to you.

“Why don’t we give a go at this thing?” you suggest, and he tilts his head, eyes narrowed.

“No way, these are a fucking waste of money,” he rejects.

“Hey it only costs two hundred yen!” you counter, “And plus, you might get a certain hero you want, like say... All Might?” You attempt to lure him in using his idol’s very name, but Bakugou doesn’t take the bait so easily and remains rigid in his stance.

Even if he did want to try for All Might, he’s sure his capsule is long gone by now anyway.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, pleaseee?” you draw out your pleas in a cute little tone that takes the blond by complete surprise. Unaware of how much power you have over him, the doe eyes and pout that paint your features make it difficult for him to maintain his hardened facade. Feeling his walls begin to melt away at the endearing sight, he ultimately grits his teeth, eyes shut as his hands rummage down into his pockets.

“Fine,” he mutters in defeat, and that smile appears on your lips once again as you lift your arms in triumph.

Pulling out two separate hundred yen coins, he promptly slides them both into the coin silt. When he hears them clank against the other change inside, he goes for the handle and gives it a quick turn. One of the capsule balls begins its journey down the machine and quickly arrives at the hatch that Bakugou lifts to retrieve his prize.

Snapping the capsule open, he’s met with Endeavor’s ugly mug, seeming even more unsightly from the low-quality production of the charm. The paint job is beyond sloppy, with the colors on the costume not depicted accurately and the figure’s pupils drawn to make him appear cross-eyed.

“Hm, you got the number one hero,” you tease, lightheartedly nudging your elbow at his sides because you know full well it isn’t the number one hero he wanted. Bakugou ignores your taunts and shoves the flame hero’s plastic face down the depths of his pockets, making sure to give it to Todoroki later just to annoy him.

“Yeah yeah, your turn, princess.” He scooches a bit to his right to let you have your go. You gladly follow, taking out the two hundred yen from your money pouch.

Bakugou remains disinterested throughout the entire process but is still attentive enough to observe how you hum those casual tunes of yours despite doing something so mundane. He also starts absorbing the cute shape of your nose and the outline of your lips from this angle. It isn’t long until he realizes how close you are in this position, to the point where he could practically smell your fragrant scent, and soon that pink hue diffuses on his face again.

Fuck, I need to stop that, he urges.

By the time he turns away, the capsule machine has begun its machinations once again.

The sizable sphere descending the hatch this time has striped patterns of red, yellow, and blue, colors that remind him all too much of a certain Pro Hero— Wait. What the fuck—

“This one looks a bit bigger than the others, don’t you think? Wonder what... Oh, hey, it’s All Might!” You go through the emotions—curiosity, anticipation, and then finally, glee.

Bakugou feels like he’s reliving those horrible memories once again as he beholds the shiny, miniature figure nestling in your palms before you lift it to grant a better view of its glory. It twists around from how you pinch it by the attached string while it’s hovering in the air. When the Pro Hero’s face turns in the blond’s direction, it’s like the inanimate object is somehow taunting him.

Compared to Endeavor’s shitty charm, All Might’s is a proper representation of who he is. The better quality plastic molded accurately into the man’s figure, the crevices between his muscles delved into displaying his well-defined physique. The colors on his costume are all correctly painted in his signature red, white, yellow, and blue. They even got the broad grin and shadowy features on his face to the tee.

Whichever company created this toy indeed did All Might justice because it looks exactly like the one Midoriya unsealed right in front of his envious five-year-old eyes.

Bakugou’s body shakes with suppressed anger. His hands clench and then unclench themselves while in conflict with his thoughts. Then, he suddenly moves toward you, darting for the charm that you narrowly pull out from his grapples in time.

“L-Lemme see!” he demands, shifting his hand around to grab hold of it for some reason. The act has you befuddled while you continue to move the toy away to evade capture.

“Huh? Why?”

“I need... to fucking make sure— OOF—”

His sputters are the last things that escape his lips before he staggers off balance due to all those hasty movements. It sends his body toppling over yours onto the floor, where your head would’ve thumped against the hard ground had the boy’s well-trained instincts not maneuvered a hand beneath it in time to cushion your fall.

Your descent to the floor is not at all graceful, wincing slightly at the impact. It’s when the pain ebbs away that you and Bakugou finally realize the very awkward position you’re suddenly both in.

Bakugou is hovering over you, body between your legs as one of his hands is cradling your head. The other is situated next to your face against the ground to keep himself upright, letting his eyes stare down at your stricken expression.

Unknowingly, you had settled your hand on Bakugou’s shoulder out of impulse during fall. The other one is still grasping the All Might figure, which is unharmed despite the abrupt movements.

Bakugou can feel your even breaths caress his lips from how close in proximity both of your faces are in this position. If any of you so much as move the wrong way, your lips would undoubtedly collide into each other. Though Bakugou doesn’t mind the notion, he isn’t going to instigate it if you aren’t willing. But the way your eyes line toward his lips, giving him a similar enamored look to the one he has right now, it seems both of you are on the same page.

Taking your mutual fixations as the sign to continue, Bakugou draws himself forward to close the distance while you rise to meet him in the middle.

And finally, he gets to kiss those lips of yours. The lips that adorn your cute face he always snuck glances at. The lips so unhinged in their playful teasing toward him. The lips he’s been so mesmerized and bewitched by throughout this chaotic excuse of a shopping trip.

And when they meet, they’re as full and soft as he imagined them to be, melding perfectly against his.

The hand he’s nestled under your head allows him to press you further into the liplock. You’re nearly enveloped in his wistful machinations, wanting to drown in the sea of his affections as your arms find their way around him.

You would’ve allowed yourself to do so, if not for the unfortunate security camera you catch in the corner of your eye from where you laid.

Your eyes widen, staggering out of their half-liddedness. You pat your hand in rapid succession against his shoulder, getting the blond to stir and separate from the kiss—an act he detests as he doesn’t want the embrace to end.

“What?” he gruffs. You point up at the ceiling, and he turns in that direction. When he detects the security camera about to automatically shift toward this particular side of the Capsule Toy Gacha Room, his face grows full of panic. He lifts himself off your body immediately.

With the two of you remembering where you are, you rose from the ground and cleaned yourselves up. You try to appear pristine as possible, without letting any suspicion about what has happened get tossed in your direction. Still, the red faces plastering both of your features are already a dead giveaway.

“I… Uh…” Bakugou’s still lost in the haze of the heated moment, unsure of what words he should utter. Much to his relief, his burden lifts when two notifications from your phones ring in sync together, diverting your attention.

When you open your phone and slide across the notice, a text message from the Bakusquad ascends onto the screen.

Mina: heyyyy just finished going through all these vending machines! you wont believe how much money we spent!!

The message follows a selfie of the four holding a myriad of drinks and snacks together in the picture. You can’t suppress your giggle at the endearing sight. Another chime sounds when a new text pops up at the bottom.

Eijirou: let’s all meet up again at that blue mystery vending machine!

“Well, you heard them,” you say while clicking off your phone, “we better get a move on.”

Bakugou relays your words back in a slow nod, following through with a rough “yeah” that cleaves his throat. The two of you walk alongside each other once again while you leave the Capsule Toy Gacha Room. Only your steps padding against the mall’s confounds accompany the quiet atmosphere established between you two—awkward and a bit unnerving.

It’s when you’ve both made it to the meet-up spot in front of the blue vending machine that you alleviate yourselves of the strained tension.

“Soooo… was there any reason you wanted to get your hand on this thing so badly?” you question, drawing out the All Might charm that led those heated events to transpire. It dangles between your fingertips and glances at Bakugou along every rotation. The blonde bounces his eyes between you, All Might, and the ground, unsure if he should admit that he was acting out of childish jealousy and bitterness.

“I… Urgh… Fuck…”

You raise an eyebrow when he fumbles with his words. He mutters blatant obscenities between every possible resolve that crosses his mind.

“Look, forget it. It’s not important,” Bakugou concludes, but you think differently, not satisfied with his answer.

“No. Tell me.”

With that weight in your tone, Bakugou realizes he can’t avoid the subject any longer. He releases a long sigh as he leads you through the infamous tale, observing how your expression grows from concerned to downright amused.

“Really? You’ve held a grudge for that long?” The laughter you initially attempt to suppress ends up bubbling from your throat. Hearing it spurs Bakugou to clutch his hands together into shaky fists.

“Look. If you know me, then you should remember I never want to lose to fucking Deku. The fact he got the All Might charm right after I got garbage fucking pissed me off!” he exclaims loud enough for his harsh words to reach a couple walking by. They spare worried glances at the blonde when they stroll past him.

“Hmm…” you muse in thought. Bakugou can tell by the glint rising in your eyes and your tone that you’re up to something again. “I can give you mine if you want. But only for a very small price.”

He quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what would that fucking price be?”

The smirk prominent on your pretty lips widens while you teeter your weight to your tippy-toes in front of him.

“A date. Just a single date will suffice,” you tell him, and Bakugou’s caught off guard by how simple the offer is. His delayed response has you leaning forward, appraising him for an answer.

“Well..?” You wave the charm before his eyes by the thin string as if to hypnotize him. But in all honesty, Bakugou knows that sweet smile of yours and luster in your eyes is all you need to have him wrapped around your finger.

His playful smirk surfaces his lips. He provides his answer by snatching the figure right from your dainty fingertips.

“You got yourself a deal, princess.”

You happily clap your hands together. “It’s settled then! We’ll have a date here at the mall next week!”

“Hah?! Why the fucking mall again?!”

“Because we didn’t do much here anyway, so I say we should give it another shot together next week!”

“What? And go shopping? I don’t wanna be your bellboy the entire time—”

“Mom! Mom! Look at that boy’s All Might toy!”

You and Bakugou are both surprised by the new, high-pitched voice that enters in the middle of your riffraff. Your eyes trail along to sound and come face-to-face with a young boy staring at the toy in Bakugou’s hand.

“I want one too!”

Unable to control his gloating, Bakugou dangles the charm next to his face.

“Yeah well, too bad, kid. It’s mine so f—”

“Bakugou,” you warn. You halt the obscene words from entering the boy’s ears and avoid giving his mom a hard time.

“Argh… I mean... scram!”

You almost smack yourself. You can’t believe Bakugou has the guile to argue with a child at this age.

Though he forgoes the curses, that doesn’t make Bakugou’s words sound any less harsh. As a result, the kid pouts. He pouts hard. His eyes start to become glassy, lining the edge of his lashes with droplets. Recognizing her child on the verge of breaking out into tears, the mom acts quickly. She’s by his side, patting his back.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go to that blue vending machine over there and see if you can get a toy too,” she cheers him up instantly, dropping a hundred yen coin down her son’s small palm.

“Okay, mom!” he responds, gleeful again.

He dawdles over to the machine with purpose in his steps, inserting the coin, and pressing the lone button on the mystery vending machine.

You and Bakugou don’t perceive any noise emitting from the machine, and yet the little boy is putting his hands into the slot to pull something out.

“Mom, why did the machine give me a paper that says PS5?”

Both of you go rigid. Kaminari is not going to be happy hearing about this.

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Warnings: Stripper AU, dub con, 18+ N!SFW, Ayo it's gonna be lit okay? @bakugotrashpanda thank you for always beta reading and encouraging me to write 😂

The girls around you giggle as you finally arrive to whatever hell hole dive bar they planned to take you to for your 25th birthday. They wouldn't tell you where you were going or what the general theme was going to be. The only thing they gave you was your outfit on your bed and a strong promise of getting SHIT FACED. Which you so desperately needed, especially after the shitty birthday you had today.

And since you didn't know exactly where you were going you felt...a bit uneasy. Especially so when they blind folded you as soon as you got in the car but only AFTER placing you in a guady sash that read "Birthday Bitch" and a tiara that screamed princess. Still these were your close friends you were talking about. Women you've known since highschool.

But Jhiro, Asui, Uraraka, and especially Mina had been far more adventurous than yourself, so you were totally unsure of what to expect. Your only hope was that it wasn't a strip club.

They guide you through the boisterous club filled with whistle calls and screams for more shots or drinks. The music competes with the unsteady beat of your heart causing it to race in an attempt to keep pace with the high BPM of the song. It smells of sweat, liquor, and expensive perfumes and colognes, you were beginning to wonder just where the hell they were taking you.

"M...Mina when can I take off the blind fold." You ask, words slightly slurred from the pre gaming the five of you did as yall got ready. Her only response is her bubblegum pink lips curling upwards as she giggles. The sound of the music begins to fade as you seemingly stumble further into the building, you hear a door open before it is shut, sealing away the outside music.

Mina and Jhiro as gingerly as they can guide you into a plush armchair, keeping the blind fold on.

"Yall, am I where I think I am?" A bit of your temper shows through in your tone of voice as you feel up the luxurious fabric of the chair, the soft ambient light that you can see through the bottom of your blind fold and the godly smell of caramel, spice mixed with clean, almost mountainous air.

"Hold out your hands!" Mina squeals, Jhiro helps you hold them together. A large stack of paper is set into your palms setting your mouth into a harsh line. You pull the blind fold from your eyes to be met with a delectable nightmare.

Two sizable men laze atop rugs, pillows and cozy furs making them seem more exotic than what they are. One with ash blonde hair pushed back by rushed fingers, looking put together and yet wild, with the sides faded. The other's hair long, almost unruly as it trailed down his back, a red hue so deep you first mistake it for black.

But what really grabbed your attention was their eyes.

Harsh deep garnet and dazzling ruby red gaze at you. One dissects you leaving you feeling vulnerable, raw, as if by one glance he could see through your bones to your soul and all the things that made you tic. While the other set felt softer, pretty boy brooding yet inviting, adding balance to the intensity that his ash blonde counterpart had.

A shiver collectively runs down the female's spines.

Suddenly you feel a bit self conscious and stupid in your barely there body con black dress. You pull at your hem with futile haste, their eyes linger on your powerful thighs.

"Welcome ladies to the private show of the Deadly Duo." A sharp toothed smile pairs nicely with the introduction.

Deadly Duo indeed.

"I'm Red Riot and this is Ground Zero. The men by the door are Chargebolt and Cellophane, they will bring you whatever food or drink you so desire." You follow his sultry voice to the two men by the door. An electric blonde stands tall and flirty in his crop top and tight black jeans while a raven haired man stands on the other side shirtless, leaving the print in his grey sweatpants to do the talking for him. They both wink in yalls direction. Your focus falls back to the men before you, finally you notice what they are wearing. Their broad chests are bare, glistening from either glitter or their own sweat from an earlier escapade. Their theme seems to be a set of sorts Ground Zero wears a silky black fabric around his waist that does not shy away from a certain outline, his ash blonde hair is adorned with a black grotesque crown. It was made of sharp things, shattered glass, razor blades and two old switchblade knives giving it the illusion of horns. Paired nicely with pitch black wings, glistening as if silver stars were sprinkled on the feathers.

While Red Riot wore white fabric wrapped around his defined abs. His head piece was golden, circling behind his head as if they "rays" of light, making him look much more like a rare subject of a renaissance painting. His pair of wings were white glistening in gold.

Their wings flutter, one seemingly agitated the other curious. Although you knew they were a prop, you would have sworn they were real.

The lights turn low, leaving only their eyes and crowns to glow.

"Are you sluts ready?" Ground Zero's voice is dangerous and low. Causing your gut and thighs to clench. Unknowingly you nod causing his wolfish grin to grow.

This was going to be more than the tacky fireman and cop duo Mina dragged everyone to for her own birthday. They were less like pieces of meat and more like Gods.

A God seducing a mere mortal such as yourself.

You gulp, all of you mesmerized by the movements of their hips, the sway of their bodies and fluttering of their fake wings. King of Hell and Heaven pulling you in making it hard to keep focus on anything but them.

"We don't dance for free." Ground Zero's voice comes out as a harsh bite. Bringing the five of you back to planet Earth.

"Birthday girl, the money!" Mina stage whispers a bit behind you. You stare down at the stack 2,000 and 5,000 yen bills. You nervously take a few and let them float to the floor. The girls behind you hollar for more as they toss their own money towards the men.

"Heh she's already flustered." Bakugou whispers to Kirishima as he comes behind his friend, hand snaking up Kirishima's abs, nails leaving red marks along his skin.

"It's cute." The red head whispers as he throws his head back in mock pleasure.

"Well cute doesn't cut it. Let's step this shit up a notch." The blond snarls, grabbing onto Kirishima's throat, giving it a squeeze.

Kirishima allows a genuine groan to leave his lips while you let out a small whimper.

"Are we gonna do the thing if they tip enough?" Kirishima's whisper is breathy as Bakugou makes him sway in beat with his own hips. The hot head's only reply is a deadly grin. He takes his large palm and places it on the back of Kirishima's nape before harshly shoving him to his knees before he places a black gladiator shoe onto the small of the red head's back.

"Collect our money from the birthday bitch." Kirishima fights to keep the smile off of his face, knowing full well Bakugou intends to milk these women dry.

You're frozen in place as doe like rubies gaze up at you. He crawls towards you slowly, his face slightly pained or maybe it is twisted with pleasure. It makes you think horrible, rancid thoughts.

Is that what he would look like on top of you?

He ignores the bills, as if he is in a trance, keeping his eyes locked to yours. He stops at your feet before he can do anything else you offer him a 5,000 bill with shaking hands, he takes it gently and sets it aside. Instead he gets up onto his knees, hands hesitantly hovering over your ankle and calf.

"Permission to touch Princess?" He looks up at you through long dark lashes. The light plays tricks on you as your mouth grows dry, you truly were staring down at an angel.

"P...permission granted." A wicked smile plays on his lips and for a moment you think you've been fooled. His hands are calloused and yet far from rough, one hand holds firm onto your ankle while the other follows the natural curve of your calf all the way to just above the back or your knee. Long, strong fingers inches from the hem of your dress.

"Mina this is good shit!" Jhiro whispers to her friend who giggles in response. Almost breaking the spell. They throw more money but earn the blondes agitation. Yes, most of the time it was about the money, but in some rare moments it was about the looks on people's faces. To have them so enthralled by their own fantasies that they forgot who they really were.

He could see you were dipping into that space quickly, Kirishima is about to seal the deal.

Trailing slow kisses up your smooth legs, sharp teeth glinting in the golden and red ambient lighting.

Depending on your reaction to what Kirishima is about to do determines Bakugou's next few moves.

Kirishima's doe creature mask breaks for a fraction of a second and the wicked smile happens again, his mouth just above your knee as he opens wide, letting his teeth sink into your thick thigh.

The whimper that leaves your lips, the fluttering of your half mast eyes and the shape of your mouth send Bakugou into that rare state.

He gives a harsh head tilt to the men at the door before glaring at the extra women in the room.

"Are you ladies feeling neglected?" Chargebolt asks, lips a breath away from Jhiro's ear, her ear jacks twist on their own as her face flushes. Meanwhile Cellophane is purring in Mina's ear.

"How rude of them to ignore such beauty. Let's get the four of you a private showing."

"A..ah okay." They agree, getting up to squeeze your arms and drop off more cash onto your lap.

"Don't get too wrapped up!" Mina teases before exiting with the rest of the crew. Leaving it to just the three of you.

As soon as the door shuts, Bakugou falls to his knees, crawling slowly. Much slower than Red Riot, agonizingly so, his hard set eyes locked with yours even as Red still holds your leg captive. You push back into the plush chair in exhilarating fear, chest rises and falling in shallow and quick movements unable to break his molten hot gaze. His movements are methodical, quiet and not even his wings twitch as he makes his way, as if he does not want to make a sound. Like a panther hiding in the shadows, stalking its prey.

The light play tricks as the muscles of his back and broad shoulders seem to be highlighted. These men were strong, more fit than you've ever seen and yet, yet your eyes were glued to theirs.

Especially the ashe blonde's. Finally he reaches your feet, hands hovering over your left leg and before he can ask you're nodding frantically. He sucks his teeth, locking over your soft skin before grabbing onto you with a bruising grip, eyes holding yours once more.

"I wasn't going to fucking ask." He yanks your leg towards him, away from the other. You frantically try to push your dress down to cover your lacy, barely there thong that Mina convinced you to wear. A steely grip is at your wrist.

"Ah, ah ah, it's only fair, Princess." Bakugou teases before letting his hands trail up your leg, causing you to tense and yet ease into his touch at the same time. He trails biting kisses up your leg and lets his fingers actually touch the skin beneath your hem.

You yelp, hand hesitantly hovering over his washed out golden strands. You were unsure of the rules, of if you were allowed to touch them.

A soothing hand pats your knee.

"Don't worry, he isn't as much of a brute he seems to be. Plus." His ruby eyes gesture towards the corners of the room, "Cameras are always watching."

You give a slow nod, as Ground Zero comes up from his bite above your knee, black blooms on your skin before he presses a chaste kiss atop the purplish flower. He shoots Kirishima a glare, it was going to be hard to get you back into the fantasy.

Another shaking bill is offered causing Bakugou to sigh. He grabs the stack from your lap and sets it aside.

"Let's forget that for now, okay?" Kirishima beams and you nod slowly.

Bakugou gets an idea, knowing Kirishima will adapt quickly to Bakugou's intent. Zero shoves Red to the side, placing himself between your legs, climbing slowly up your body as if you were his lover.

He pants heavily as he does and you feel something as he grinds onto you. You cannot tell if it is an actually hard on or a semi, either way you're flustered and unbelievable aroused as this man, no this God among men stares into your very fucking soul. He stands, placing his hands on both sides of the armchair, leaning in close as you back away, cornering you like the prey you are.

His breath fans your ear, he wants to give it a bite, sink his teeth deep into your semi exposed neck as your smell pulls him in a little too far into the fantasy. He comes closer and his heat is almost unbearable.

"Do...do you do this for every show?" You squeak out, buzzing from excitement and primal fear. His eyes narrow as if he is lost in thought before the question finally registers in his mind. That deadly smirk returns, lips brushing your ear as he speaks, his rough hand grabbing onto the sash. The sound of tearing fabric fills the room for a moment. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"This is all for you, kitten." Suddenly the warmth is ripped away from you as massive arms wrap around Zero's middle.

"Don't forget about me, Princess." He drops Bakugou roughly on the ground before he falls to his knees. Worshiping you as if you were the star of the show.

Kisses trail up your legs, stopping on your inner thigh just before your hem. This time a whine leaves your lips, as two sets of red eyes gage your reaction. He continues his work, crawling up between your legs until you could easily wrap them around his torso, he motions you closer with a single finger and you follow, he knocks away the ugly tiara and places a black and golden flower crown atop your head. He lets his fingernails scratch gently along your scalp as he moves away. Before holding you by the nape of the neck. Keeping you nose to nose with him.

"That is more fitting for you my Princess." Kirishima gives you a lazy cat smile. Before a cocky laugh sounds behind you causing your core to flutter.

"Your Princess?" He fists Kirishima's hair forcing him to let go of you before Bakugou yanks him back, holding intense eye contact with his counterpart, "More like my slut."

"F..fuck." You groan before Bakugou leans down to Kirishima, he's close. So close their noses brush before Bakugou tilts Kirishima's head kissing him with a passion unseen and unmatched. Kirishima groans, giving Bakugou access to his mouth and you can do nothing but stare as you watch a struggle for power between two wet muscles, you barely notice Bakugou's broad other hand snake to Kirishima's throat giving it a good squeeze.

You're salivating, cunt clenching before a moan escapes your mouth. Bakugou pulls away and a lewd string of saliva connect the two before it breaks off. For a moment Kirishima looks as starstruck as you, his cheeks are so red, eyes lost as they stare endlessly into the man who is just a smidge shorter and smaller than him but God damn if he doesn't hold Kirishima's heart and yours in the palm of his sharply manicured hands. Bakugou speaks without his eyes leaving Kirishima's making sure he doesn't fall too deep into subspace.

"Tch. Sounds like you like what you see huh slut?" You whine again at his crude words. You watch his hand so softly sweep away hair from his counterpart's face smiling down at him cruelly.

"Oi, you still on cloud nine there? Or are you present enough to have a bit of a competition?" Kirishima's eyes come to life at the thought of a friendly fight. He gives him a sharp toothed smile, letting his hand trail up Bakugou's abs stopping over his slow beating heart. Kirishima can never understand how he keeps such a level head over so much heated contact, how he never slips up and gets a little too caught up. Or maybe the look in Bakugou's eyes say that he is. The hot head grabs his jaw line roughly, turning him towards you and looking at you at the same time.

"Alright let's see if you're my slut or his Princess."

"O...okay." You whisper pulling another deadly laugh from the horned devil. His wings unfurl a bit, making him seem bigger before his weighted gaze settles on your skin. He let's go of Red, trapping you in the chair again, leaning as close as he did to the red head. Nose grazing yours.

"You don't even know what you've blindingly agreed too. Are you that desperate or just stupid?" His voice drawfs the rushing blood in your ears. His hand tentatively hovers over your throat, reading your gaze before he takes an extra step. Cutting off a bit of the blood flow to your brain, gasping for delighted breath you stare him down. Heart hammering in your chest as you felt like a small lamb ensured in the sharp teeth of a wolf.

"Answer me." A nasty bite, dark eyes clouded with his own dom space but still attentive enough to watch for queues.

Although you are more than willing, he is playing a dangerous game. He doesn't know your kinks, worse yet your safe word. This session had turned more into a scene than anything else. Even though the three of you are not having sex he needs to he sure of your limits.

Or a least a good dominant should. Still you answer and still he is a damn good guesser.

"I..I'm desperate." Bakugou's smile sends a rush of heat to your sex and an endless amount of endorphins to your brain. You feel a bit high, head light from lack of air. He turns your face slightly away from him, pressing his cheek to yours as he breaks the spell for just a moment, easing his grip on your throat.

"You say black when you want us to stop. Got it." It takes you a moment to process what he's saying before you frantically nod yes, "You gotta say it around baby girl."

God you melt, melt and die right there in the chair. His voice feather soft in this moment making you want more, more, more as if he really were the demon king brought here to corrupt you.

"Yes, King." It's a whisper but it's enough to make Bakugou's dick twitch.

Fuck what a good name and one he hadn't heard before. He presses a soft kiss to your hairline before using his soft voice for a final time.

"That's my good kitten." It's a soft growl and somehow you melt even more. He trails kisses along your jawline, giving you a moment to say yes or no before he kisses down your throat, pushing away the fabric of your dress to expose your shoulder. You moan as his breath tickles the perked skin, waiting impatiently for that anticipated kiss. Although it never comes. Instead he settles for sinking his teeth into your shoulder instead of your throat. Pulling and gnashing his teeth leaving a bruise as dark as your dress. Teeth outlined the black blossom. He drags his tongue along your throat before his replaces it with your hand. Pulling you into a bruising kiss that has you seeing fireworks, earning a moan. He slips his tongue in and you do not even attempt to fight, only attempt to keep up. He squeezes your throat tighter and you're floating. Clinging onto Bakugou with dying strength, nails biting into his biceps.

Too soon he pulls away, a hazed look in his eyes surely matching your own. His cheeks slightly flushed as the two of you pant. He gives a cocky grin as if he already knows that he's won. He steps back a bit, hitting Kirishima on the shoulder before whispering in his ear.

"Black means stop got it?" Kirishima holds contact with him and nods before coming close to you.

Unlike his counterpart Kirishima uses more of his hands, letting them trail on your legs, your arms, nails raking against your scalp. Pulling at your hair. It is hypnotic in the same sense that Bakugou was. You sigh deeply, happily as you look into a deep set of ruby red eyes. He takes his side of you, the right side, especially since Bakugou already claimed your left. Gently he allows one hand to rest on your hip. He gives you a moment and when nothing comes out of your mouth he squeezes. Kissing slow, soft kisses on your jawline, throat. Lips pressing on the crook of your neck before he too removes the fabric exposing your other shoulder. He does not breathe hotly over his meal, he dives right in. Pointed teeth sinking in as you groan from the pleasure. He almost draws blood. He does not suck, no he only bites. All teeth marks set deep in blackish blue when he pulls away. He checks on you again before he methodically he leans in, grabbing your chin to tilt you to him, kissing you so softly, lips moving at a snail's pace before they begin to quicken. Faster and faster until those teeth are pulling at your bottom lip, tongue finding its way in as you sigh into the kiss.

Just as before the kiss ends too soon and you cry out in mock rage but true agitation.

God you just wanted them. Kirishima makes room for Bakugou to push his way into the small space before you. Each trapping you from their respective side.

"So…" Kirishima pants, Bakugou finishes for him.

"Who wins? Who owns your dirty mouth?" Their voices low and breath mingling with yours as they stare into your face.

"Can..can you please show me my options again."

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skorchinq · 2 years

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Hey fren! I’ve decided I wanna start trying to get to know my moots a bit better so here is your…

Question of the day!

What are your top five favorite TV shows at the moment and why?

Anyways have a good rest of your day fren!

Hello fren!! Top five shows, hmm...

The order will shift around depending on my mood but at this specific moment the order I'd give my top 5 shows would be...

5. Haikyuu!!

My gym class recently did a volleyball unit which is why I currently have hq on the brain. I'd say it's consistently in the top 10 but usually not in the top 5, it is for now tho

It's just an anime about a highschool volleyball team full of idiots and it's hilarious

My favorite character is Kenma bc he's relatable. He doesn't even like volleyball he's only on the team because his friend said he should join... He just wants to go home and play video games... What a mood

This is always the video I show people when explaining this show to them bc... Yeah. It's hilarious

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4. Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

The token not-anime on this list is an anime-inspired french cartoon and honestly? That's hilarious

So our protagonist, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, becomes the superhero Ladybug using a magical pair of earrings and works alongside her superhero partner Chat Noir (who uses a magical ring) to defend the city of Paris.

What she doesn't realize is that Chat Noir is actually also her classmate and crush, Adrien Agreste. Additionally, Adrien/Chat Noir is in love with Ladybug and unaware that she is also Marinette, his classmate and "good friend".

It's kinda infuriating to watch but also very fun~

3. Himouto Umaru-chan!

This one hasn't been nearly this high up in a while but I rewatched the first 4 episodes this past weekend and remembered how good it was so here we are! The fandom is, unfortunately, painfully small...

Our protagonist Umaru, is smart, athletic, beautiful, and kind. She's the perfect highschool girl-- at least, that's what everyone believes. The truth is, once she gets home, she becomes a spoiled brat! She lazes around playing video games and eating junk food all day, leaving her brother to do all the cooking and cleaning after coming home from a long day at work, and screaming and crying whenever he refuses to buy the new game she wants. She goes to absurd lengths to hide her true nature from her friends and all the general shenanigannery in this show is hilarious. Basically it's just a comedy/slice-of-life show.

2. Ouran Highschool Host Club

I'm not even gonna bother explaining this one too much. If you watch it you get it, if you don't you don't. Even though this is one of my favorite shows of all time I cannot possibly recommend it to anyone I actually know because I feel like they're gonna watch the first episode and be like, "dang, Kata watches this? She's into some weird stuff." AND I'M NOT OK YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND GNVNCHXBFBXJGJDB

Basic idea is this:

Girl tries to find quiet place to study after school

Girl accidentally wanders into host club and breaks a vase worth eight million yen

Girl poses as a boy to work as a host in order to pay off her debt

Other boys working as hosts lowkey fall in love with her???

That's it that's all you need to know! There's a lot more to it than that but you don't need to know anything about the absolute absurdity of this show. Do not inquire further.

1. Dr. STONE

This is it, the number one show in my present opinion. It's got everything-- dramatic epic moments, funny jokes, and THE POWER OF SCIENCE

Aight so. Basically. Some weird beam of light turns all the people on earth into stone. They're all stuck that way for 3700 years, until one day, our protagonist, Senku, wakes up. He also happens to be a genius when it comes to science, which is good because that is exactly what people need right now!!

Basically the show is Senku and friends using THE POWER OF SCIENCE to warp humanity through millennia of history, from the stone age back to the modern day. And the best part is that, aside from the beam of light that turns people to stone, everything else is real science! It's entertaining to watch AND educational!

Unlike #2, I would recommend this show to anyone and everyone. Watch it, I insist

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hothian-snow · 3 years

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OC Music Meme

List one or more songs that relate to the following tagged by @a-muirehen tagging @sith-nb @elvhenyoung @rainofaugustsith @jacemalcom

OC: Yennevyr Dosal aka Lord Soteira

Reminds you of them most:

Moonsea by Phildel Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart All that we share is the view of these stars There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black? All the violence that I swore you could have back There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that I called it, I called it, I called it the moon scene

The song depicts how she views the relationships in her life, from her very first lover to her current master. It speaks of the surface glam, the glittering mystique, the toxicity she sometimes fall into (most of the time originating from her), and the conflicting feelings of vulnerability. The tone of the song represents her perfectly.

Teen Idle by MARINA I want blood, guts, and angel cake I'm gonna puke it anyway I wish I'd been a teen idle Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Feeling super, super, super suicidal

It's almost narcissistic how much Yen hates herself. She had battled with mental health issues which she hides away for the majority of her childhood and teenage years. Her father was oblivious to how bad she was suffering, and Gisele saw glimpses but not enough for her to directly intervene. Yen's obsession with creating an image for herself, of wanting to be unattainable just so she could be wanted, is depicted tragically well in this song. Also, the teen angst is lovely.

No Children by The Mountain Goats

And I hope I never get sober And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say [...] I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

Yen’s depression song. Her self-destructiveness coupled with her spite makes a horrible combination that encapsulates her dysfunctional state.

Blinding by Florence + The Machine No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

Yen has always been an escapist at heart- escaping the world, escaping from herself. It's about time she stops running, and wake up from that dream world. The death of her father and the supposed death of her childhood lover haunts her. It's time that she moved on.

Reminds another character of them:

Sober II by Lorde You asked if I was feeling it, I'm psycho high Know you won't remember in the morning when I speak my mind Lights are on and they've gone home, but who am I? Oh, how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses

Anyone who knew Yen on Celanon (or on her late night outs on Dromund Kaas) knows that she is a woman who wears 'glamour and trauma' like they are designer clothes. She loves to drink just so she can feel good, to flirt just so she can feel attractive, to party just so she can forget. An unhealthy coping mechanism to deal with what was initially just an unfulfilling familial relationship, and later to deal with her various emotional baggage.

Watching Ruth by Alexandre Desplat

A musical ost from The Shape of Water, one of my favorite films. The music reminds Darth Kharopos so much of Yen, even if Yen would never see herself in this song. A low, dramatic, slightly foreboding tune that turns into something out of a romantic bed-time story. He senses the pain and anguish in her, but in the end, he sees her in the best light possible. It is in their initial meeting that he sees her doing something out of the goodness of her heart- hence, he knows she isn't who she pretends to be, that she is better than she thinks she is. He sees the girl who, deep down, wishes that life would play out like a fairy tale.

Reminds you of a relationship of theirs

Gisele and Yen

Whisper by Birdeatsbaby Pulling through the distant nightmare A pain I’m hungry to share You’re my dirty secret But I won’t keep it Simmering and spilling over Calling every, every quarter I’ll be fire, earth and water Now you’re shouting I can hear ya Bang bang lover we’re running undercover From the guns of tyranny

Gisele was her bodyguard and Yen was the crime princess. It was a fairy tale romance, only with guns and blood. Of course, Gisele realizes that the explosiveness and drama of their relationship was partially performative too- something Yen won’t admit.

Tyrkos Rosokor aka Darth Kharopos and Yen

Sylvia by The Antlers Sylvia, get your head out of the oven Go back to screaming and cursing Remind me again how everyone betrayed you Sylvia, get your head out of the covers Let me take your temperature You can throw the thermometer right back at me If that's what you want to do, okay?

Sometimes, Yen spirals. Their relationship becomes heavily toxic. At first, Darth Kharopos thought he’d helped her through her issues but mental health maintenance is a lifelong process, one that cannot be fixed with a few months of therapy. Especially, not when it is a childhood issue that is worsened by constant trauma. It gets worse when Yen reaches the point where she is powerful enough to lash out at the world, to potentially kill her master if she wishes it so.

Falling by Florence + The Machine

I've fallen out of favor and I've fallen from grace Fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you [...] I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall If there was nowhere to land I wouldn't be scared at all

Yen knew the dark side has become a part of her, no matter how much Darth Kharopos preaches about balance, about the light. Then, Yen realizes eventually that her master means something to her. She loves him- and that truly scares her. Stars, why did she ever catch feelings?

Love Run by The Amazing Devil

Love run, love run For all the things we wished we’d done Run from all you know that’s coming Run to show that love’s worth running to

Their bond has grown into something beyond that of master and apprentice. Love is a double-edged blade.

Darth Tiophis and Yen

Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done

The ghost of Darth Tiphios has bored her way through Yen's spirit, and turned Yen into something else, something Other, one foot in this world and another elsewhere. Yen is ready to be a vessel for retribution.

The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil

You're the daughter of sightless watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more [...] We're drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking They thought us blind, we were just blinking [...] Give me back my heart you wingless thing

Darth Tiophis to Yen is like the Devil to a witch, like Hekate to Medea. This song is the song of Yen, the woman who bleed stars and learn from ghosts, a Sith powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with the likes of Darth Malgus. She is the legacy of Darth Tiophis, ancestor of Darth Lokess who is the infamous sorceress that attempted to overthrow the Sith Emperor and paid for it with her life.

#yennevyr dosal #meme #swtor #swtor oc #darth tiophis

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todo-ho-ki · 4 years

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If It’s Convenient For You, Pt.1

Hello everyone! It’s been a while since I wrote anything I felt was worth posting.

I got into My Hero Academia recently and wanna try my hand at writing again. Please read and let me know, is it too slow of a burn? Is it worth a part two? (Fact: The story will be written regardless of whether I post the rest)

You’re also getting a name and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Writing in second person is a little awkward for me, but if you think it suits the story then I’ll keep it like that. I’m not the most poetic so please only be a little mean!

Word Count: 1,426

Warnings: Super Mild swearing

Pairing: BakugoXReader

Summary:

You work at a convenience store in a small town where heroes are hardly ever needed, and suddenly three of the top four new heroes walk into your store. Why are they here? And why is one of them so...hot?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You stared out the window.

Another boring day, serving customers and pretending you cared about it. It was just another day in boring old Shoto. Nothing really ever happened. Crime was permeating the denser parts of the country, but not here. You got to watch a few skirmishes between some small-time villains and local heroes a couple times a month if you were lucky.

Since the new wave of heroes took over, everything was going fine. They held a steady front against perpetrators and would-bes all over Japan. You heard somewhere that the top three heroes had all come from the same class at U.A High School and wondered what the heck they were teaching them, since All Might came from that school too.

All Might. A legend among men. He retired six years ago as one of the mightiest heroes to ever walk the face of this earth. He came into the convenience store every once in a while when he was traveling. He'd stopped in once and bought a smoothie on his way to Tokyo, and apparently never forgot you. He always greeted you with veracity reserved only for heroes. Young Shouna! He'd always thunder. So great to see you again! How have you been? You smiled at thought of being acknowledged by such a class act. He truly was the Symbol of Peace, even still, with all the new heroes crowding the scene and damn near showing him up. The bell of the door opening pulled you out of your daydreams about heroes and the like.

"Eijirou! Grab the drinks!" A gruff, fired up-voice filled the dense silence of the empty store. Your eyes rolled involuntarily. Who the hell did these kids think they were?

You heard things falling off shelves and punches being thrown, peppered with fits of "stop messing up the store! It's not manly to force others clean up after you!" There was red hair peeking over the tops of the Aisles. "Hmm." You hummed. "Red Riot," What the heck was such a big hero doing all the way out here?" Your face gave way to confusion as the raucous crew moved toward the counter.

"Hello miss! We'd like four orders of onigiri please!" Red Riot stood at the front of the group. He'd also come out of U.A. The most chivalrous hero. It wasn't something you realized until you looked at him, though. In person, he was towering and forebodingly muscular. A little nerve-wracking.

You turned silently to the fresh onigiri stand and a blur of dusty blonde hair rushed past your field of vision. He was standing in the back, but there was no mistaking him for anyone else. Ground Zero. The number two hero in the world. He was known to be aggressive and difficult, full of venom but also full of valor. Your hands grew a little shaky as you realized just how much greatness you were in the presence of. What were two of the world's greatest heroes doing buying convenience store snacks in Shoto?

"H-here’s your onigiri, Mr. Riot," You squeaked. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins. Could you even hold packages of onigiri? More than one? Had you ever handed anyone a package of onigiri in your six months working at 7-11?

It wasn't weird for one big-shot to pass through, but...wait, three!? Todoroki!? Three of the top four heroes in the world? Your eyes fixated on Todoroki's pensive gaze. He smiled politely, like he was saying there was no need to be nervous.

"Great! How much do we owe you?"

"It's-it's on the house?" It was more like question. Your nerves were so prevalent you couldn't speak. They were obviously around to protect, but it took a lot of stomach to stand next to a hero. "Nonsense!" Red Riot pointed a finger in the air. "Dues must be paid! It's not very manly to accept hand-outs you don't need!" He dropped 1500 Yen on the counter. "Keep the change," he winked and you were sure your heart would give out right then and there. What a little shit. With that, they turned their backs to walk out. "W-what are-" Your sentence was cut off by two inquisitive stares and one angry one.

"What are heroes like you doing in a town like this?" You asked.

"None of your business!" Ground Zero yelled.

"Oi! Idiot! Never bite the hand that feeds!" Red Riot retaliated. "But really,"he turned back to your mousy expression. "It's nothing to worry about." His cocky grin told you it was true but a feeling of unease was settling in. They left in a hurry, running and yelling.

"If they weren't heroes, I’d think they were here to rob me." You mellowed out a bit in the moments surrounding the encounter. Why did you get so nervous? Why did you always get so nervous? People weren't that intimidating and the only ones that were were kind enough to use it on villains instead of the general public. You were still shaky and vaguely nervous, but that was your general demeanor anyway. As lame as they came. A very daring middle school nickname they’d not so lovingly chosen for you. "You don't want to be a hero?" They'd ask. "There are other ways to be important." You’d always reply meekly, not one to seek out confrontation.

"Good luck finding them!"

You were always met with jeers and general distaste when you told people being a hero wasn't for you. If people wanted to be one but couldn't that was fine. It was noble even, they were worthy then, but if someone didn't want to be one, whether they could or not was no matter. They'd sullied the name of heroes everywhere.

The tense atmosphere you’d felt moments before became relaxed a bit as you flipped through the magazine in front of you, visions of famous singers and dancers working their magic flitting through your head. That was what you wanted, to be important for different reasons than most everyone else. There was no need for you to fight crime. You needed to hear the music tug at your heartstrings, to change the mood, change the atmosphere, change a life. A tune broke from your chest and a pair of legs found their way to kicking around in rhythm under the stool.

"Hey." Startled out of your positively stunning fake performance, you snapped your head up so brown eyes could meet a pair of carmine ones. There was a pile of change slapped hastily on the counter in front of you and a seething rage slapped hastily on the face in front of you.

"O-oh. Yes?" You didn't even hear him come back in.

"I'm paying for these?" He asked condescendingly, motioning to the drinks on the counter. You raised your brows. You didn't hear him come in or get several Icees and walk to the counter with them?

"O-kay. That's 800 Yen."

"You're not gonna offer them to me on the house?" He sneered.

"Wh-I thought you-"

"That red idiot doesn't speak for all of us!" He growled, begrudgingly throwing the rest of the change on the counter and walking out in a huff.

The stunned look on your face didn't disappear.

"Do you think free shit just falls out of the air..?" You mumbled, the air of distaste setting in. "You don't ask for free things, idiot."

Guess you should've let the door close all the way.

"What did you just say to me?" The question was quiet and loaded. His hand gripped the door and his raw strength alone was almost enough to snap the frame. Or maybe he was just holding back. Did you really wanna provoke him?

Of course you did. This was the rudest hero-scratch that. This was the rudest person you’d ever met in your life. He was just going to walk in after Red Riot’s display of exemplary behavior, slamming things and breaking doors? And you were going to let him?

"I said you don't just ask for free things. You get offered free things." You weren’t really ever one to disturb the peace, but something inside you stirred when it became clear he didn’t think of you as more than an ant beneath his feet and he had to try not to step on you.

His face twisted in some mix of shock and annoyance. He stared for what could only be described as the historically longest five seconds ever experienced by one person before he simply turned around and left.

"Tch. Asshole."

#BNHA #bakugou x reader #probs mostly angst and fluff? I guess #no sexytime here #Bakugo fic

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kingjinxii · 4 years

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Ren’s Ryoma Rewatch: Episode 1

In Which I Fall in Love with Soft Tennis Goro Akechi

Introduction

So, I’ll be honest. Ryoma is the reason I started watching Stars Align in the first place, because he looks like one of my other favorite characters, Goro Akechi from Persona 5 (the similarities end at appearance). I basically came into the show already attached, and the more I think about him, the more I believe that understanding him could be key to understanding Toma and possibly Maki’s character arcs.

The setup of these posts are simple: I mark down anything I feel may be key to understanding Ryoma, along with bits of Toma and Maki’s characterization that may help. Explicit canon and information are marked in bold, whereas my own speculation and inferences are marked in italics.

I hope people can use these posts to help understand Ryoma and the Shinjo/Katsuragi family dynamics!

7:28 - Middle school team hasn't won a match in 4 years

9:22-9:36 - First Ryoma appearance

Ryoma seems to wake up later than Toma. Figures, considering he’s a college student.

Ryoma is closer to Maki than Toma is to Maki in the beginning. They're close enough that Ryoma knows Maki moved back while Toma doesn't.

Ryoma calls Maki just “Maki” with no honorific. This is called “yobisute”, and denotes that Maki is an incredibly close, almost familial friend. However, Maki is also younger than Ryoma, so while the no honorific thing is important, it’s common for older Japanese people to refer to younger people by their first name, especially if they’re kids.

Ryoma also knows Maki likes astronomy.

Flower motif - white lilies. In Japanese flower language, white lilies are associated with purity. They’re also associated with girls who love girls, but I doubt that’s a meaning they’re implying here lol

10:49 - Flashback to little Toma from Maki’s POV. It’s done in pastel tones. Lucky 4-leaf clover!

11:05 - Book was a surprise gift from Ryoma. It appears to be brand new, in a bookstore shopping bag. It seems like Ryoma knew clearly in advance that Maki was coming, if he knew to buy a “welcome back” gift, and what day Maki would be at school.

Maki addresses Ryoma by his first name with no honorific, whereas Toma is referred to by his last name, with no honorifc. Maki referring to Ryoma in this way would usually be highly disrespectful (since Ryoma is 5-7 years older than Maki), unless they are just that close. Considering what I said about Ryoma referring to Maki in the same way, it’s pretty safe to assume they’re basically like best friends. Maki deosn’t seem as close to Toma, despite them being the same age. Still, even though he refers to Toma by his last name, he still uses no honorific, so they’re still friends(ish), even if Maki isn’t as close to Toma.

The book is the Astronomical Almanac, a star calendar and map.

Toma doesn't answer when Yuta asks if Maki is a friend. Toma doesn’t consider Maki a friend at this point in the story? However, he does smile, so they must still be friendly. It’s probably just evident of how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other last.

13:30 - Astronomical Almanac appears again

13:50 - Toma refers to Maki by his last name with no honorific, mirroring Maki doing the same.

14:55-15:53 - Ryoma appearance, in Ryoma's room.

Ryoma's room: Lots of leafy houseplants, green and brown earth tones. People have established that Toma is usually associated with green. Looks like Ryoma is similar!

15:10 - Magazines on Ryoma's bed: Both about sports. The top one features a soft tennis team, the bottom one is explicitly a soft tennis magazine. Might belong to Toma, as they are next to him rather than near Ryoma.

Ryoma notes that Maki just transferred so he might not have many friends. He believes this is the original reason Toma wants to invite him to the soft tennis team

15:18 - Ryoma is surprised the soft tennis team maybe get disbanded, and seems conflicted, but has a lukewarm reaction.

Nature photography on his corkboard. Right to left, an orca, two forest scenes, a fox, and a giraffe. While the riverbank is an important location in the show, you don’t see really anyone associated with water. So the orca is an interesting choice.

15:22 - Ryoma is a club alumni, who went to nationals.

Ryoma appears to understand what his brother is thinking well, practically finishing his train of thought (of Toma thinking Ryoma would want him to keep the club alive) before he could.

Ryoma believes in whatever the team decides. He doesn't think he should have a say, whereas Toma expected him to be upset.

15:45 - Ryoma has an iPad. (lol)

Toma assumes Ryoma thinks lesser of him. He appears to have low self-esteem.

Ryoma doesn't appear to chase after Toma to explain himself.

16:00-16:36 - Ryoma appearance with his mom.

Ryoma has a smartphone. I can’t tell the model but I’m going to assume it’s an iPhone considering he has an iPad.

More flowers, different from the ones from the previous day (sunflowers). Sunflowers are associated with respect and passionate love. (Uh...I’m gonna say a yikes here folks). Interesting to note that while Ryoma’s room is full of lots of leafy plants, there are no flowering ones.

Prefers just coffee instead of eating breakfast. If he’s still an athlete, he really should be more worried about his health! [Insert “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” PSA here].

Is in college, has friends (plural).

16:18 - Shinjomom attempts to guilt him into staying for dinner. She doesn't even say anything outright, and Ryoma already knows what she’s attempting to say.

Dad is on a trip, and may travel a lot.

Mom says Toma is "nothing like [Ryoma]".

Ryoma shuts down after his initial attempt at argument.

Ryoma calls his mom "kaa-san." It’s a pretty generic way to just say “mom”, but I do want to note that technically the standard was to talk to your mom is to call her “okaa-san”, so dropping the “o-” may denote slight familiarity.

16:30 - Ryoma likes his coffee dark. Maybe black. Just a little characterization note here: stereotypically in Japan, liking sweet things and having a sweet tooth are associated with children and femininity. Since Ryoma likes his coffee dark, he prefers bitter things, so going by stereotypes (as this is a trope-filled anime), we can safely assume he’s a fairly masculine guy.

Mom has dark thoughts around Toma. It appears to be pretty common.

17:03 - Moon and Venus, with seagull. I did say that there’s basically no character associated with water, but pretty much everything in this shot (aside from Maki’s fingers) has some sort of water connection. The moon pulls the ocean tides, Venus was named after a goddess that was born from seafoam, and a seagull...is a seagull. They’re associated with the sea. It’s in their name. I know there was a meta post by someone else about this shot a while back, and I’ll hunt for it later.

Maki Kyobate. Not super important to Ryoma, but Maki’s old last name is useful to note anyways. Maki’s shit dad can, as such, be referred to as Kyobate-san. Could maybe tie into why Ryoma refers to Maki by his given name, rather than his last name, considering the last time Maki was around, he must have been going by Maki Kyobate.

The Shinjo family is well-off enough that they don’t need to worry about money. Toma can afford to buy Maki’s uniform and equipment.

19:13 - Maki forgot/didn't know Ryoma was an alum.

Toma knows Maki cares enough about Ryoma that that information could be used as leverage.

19:18-19:24 - Ryoma appearance, flashback featuring little Maki. Is this their first meeting? Also important to note that, unlike the flashback of Toma from earlier, this one is not done in pastel tones, and instead is done in the show’s usual coloring style.

Ryoma either practiced at a shrine or hung out there from time to time.

Ryoma was already in middle school and on the soft tennis team the last time Maki was around. Considering he’s a college student by now, that puts him at around 19-21 years old.

Ryoma has seen Maki injured.

Maki knew Ryoma had a racket, but didn't know Ryoma was a soft-tennis player. “He had a racket back in middle school. So that must have been a soft tennis racket?” I’m putting the dialogue here because there are some interesting implications going on just in that one line. Maki knows Ryoma had a racket, but he didn’t know it was a soft tennis racket. If Maki and Ryoma are as close as they appear to be, they must have talked and hung out a lot, so it’s odd that Ryoma never...mentioned that it was a soft tennis racket, and that he played soft tennis? Unless Maki just straight up forgot, but that seems really unlikely.

19:23 - Ryoma's racket was red. Again, Toma is associated with green. Maki is also associated with blue. Their tennis rackets match their colors. Ryoma’s, however, is red. His bedroom is very green though. I know all the rackets that are used in the show are based on real soft tennis rackets, so I may hunt down the model Ryoma is using in this image.

Maki seems to want to join now that he knows Ryoma was apart of the team and approved of him joining. Again, he’s incredibly close to Ryoma, and that fact that this is the first thing that gets him to actually consider soft tennis is telling.

Maki only joins after asking for money. Since we’ve already passed the summer tournament, I just want to note that Maki earned 40000 Japanese yen by joining the soft tennis team and winning at the summer tournament. That’s around 370 US dollars, 480 Canadian dollars, 280 English pounds, or 330 Euros! Some some fun trivia.

Toma assumes Maki accepts joining without him saying anything. Like, seriously, he doesn’t even wait for an answer.

Toma is incredibly persistent. He chased after Maki for several days, and continually sweetened the deal for joining. That boy really wants Maki on the team, even if it’s just because he wants to win and not necessarily because they’re close.

Maki’s first racket is blue. Again, they’re all based on real soft tennis rackets and I know there’s a post with Maki’s model somewhere.

22:15 - Maki’s shit dad shows up. Pretty much everyone knows this, just noting it for posterity.

Recap

What have I learned?

In order from mostly canon to mostly speculation:

Ryoma is a young college student, around 19-21 years old, and a formerly successful soft tennis player.

He’s explicitly said to be in college, and that he was an alum of the Shijo Minami boys’ soft tennis team, and ended up going to nationals.

However, currently it’s unknown whether he stuck with the sport or stopped after middle school. He has sports magazines on his bed that focus on soft tennis, but they may belong to Toma, considering they’re positioned next to him, rather than, for example, on Ryoma’s desk or shelves. In fact, Ryoma doesn’t appear to have any magazines on his shelves, nor does he have any photos of soft tennis on his corkboard. (Toma doesn’t take the magazines with him when he leaves, so they could be Ryoma’s. I think there’s evidence leaning both ways. Hell, they could just be sharing them.)

He also seems surprised that the soft tennis club is doing so poorly, and when Toma suggests recruiting Maki, Ryoma’s first thought is of the camaraderie the team provides, and not necessarily about Maki’s technique or physical talent. This possibly shows he doesn’t/didn’t necessarily take soft tennis as seriously as Toma does currently.

Ryoma and Maki were/are relatively close friends.

Ryoma and Maki both refer to each other using their given names without honorifics. Ryoma knew Maki was coming back to their city, and knew with enough time in advance that he was able to prepare a welcoming gift for Maki, the Astronomical Almanac, which Ryoma knew Maki was interested in.

Interestingly, Maki wasn’t aware that Ryoma was a soft tennis player, despite him basically being his team’s ace player. If there were truly as close as they appear to be, it’s interesting that it was...never brought up at all. This may tie into my theory that Ryoma isn’t as into soft tennis as he appeared to be. Maybe he just had natural talent, and he was more into it for the friends, rather than the sport itself.

Ryoma has seen Maki injured, and considering this was back when Maki Katsuragi was still Maki Kyobate, aka when his shit dad was still living with him, Ryoma may know a lot about Maki’s abuse. Ryoma may have even been the person Maki vented to about his dad, and he might still be, considering they seem to still be in close contact. It’s an interesting friendship for sure, considering the age gap.

Maki and Toma aren’t as close as Maki and Ryoma are (at least, not in this episode, as they do get closer relatively quickly). Maki only refers to Toma as “Shinjo” (no honorific), so while they may have been close as kids, they aren’t as close now.

Ryoma and Toma are set up as opposites and foils.

A foil is a character that “highlights someone else's trait, usually by contrast.”*

Toma, again, is associated with the color green, which is also the color of his racket. However, Ryoma’s racket, as mentioned before, is red. Red and green are opposites on a color wheel in basic color theory. Still, it may be a stretch to say that Ryoma’s color is definitively red, because Ryoma is also associated with green and earth tones in his room.

I was going to save this for when I rewatch Episode 3, but I feel it’s worth mentioning here. Ryoma’s room is filled with leafy plants. Toma’s room has plant life too, but his plants are cactuses, plants that don’t need a lot of water, whereas Ryoma’s would. Again, opposites.

The plants they own can also hint at how their mother feels about them. Ryoma’s plants require a lot of water, and he’s his mother’s favorite, whereas Toma’s plants are ones that flourish in a dry environment, and...explicitly, Shinjomom hates him.

There’s a bit more contrast though, both in how they appear to approach soft tennis and how they approach conflict and resistance.

I already discussed in depth above how Ryoma doesn’t seem to be as obsessed with soft tennis as Toma is, despite being a well-known star player, so let me focus on the other contrast.

There’s two scenes in this episode where Ryoma is met with friction and immediately backs down, or ignores what’s going on. The first is when Toma is angsting about the tennis club shutting down, and he assumes Ryoma thinks that he can’t save it. Toma runs out of the room, and while Ryoma calls after him, we don’t see him try to explain himself, or even get up out of his chair.

The second is when Shinjomom is asking him to stay for dinner, using her hatred for Toma as leverage. She starts off subtle in her distaste for Toma, but Ryoma seems to immediately know where her train of thought is going. He tries to reply gently, but is cut off by her snapping at him, and he just...shuts up.

It’s becoming more and more clear to me that, while Ryoma is a fairly gentle and kind person, he’s really non-confrontational.

This is in sharp contrast to Toma, who spends days trying to convince Maki to join the soft tennis club. Toma knows his club is going to get shut down, he thinks his brother doesn’t believe he can keep it alive, but he doesn’t want to give up. He’s going to get Maki and his sharp reflexes on his team if it kills him, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Maybe it just has to do with maturity. After all, Ryoma’s racket was red, a color associated with hot-bloodedness and strong emotion. Or maybe, it’s just like Shinjomom says, in that “[Toma] is nothing like [Ryoma]!”

Conclusion

Both surprisingly and unsurprisingly, I think I covered a lot of ground of Ryoma’s characterization and role in this episode. Unsurprising since it is the first episode he was introduced, and surprising since...you know, it’s only been one episode. However, Ryoma doesn’t appear in most episodes in the series (he has appearances in episodes 1, 3, 9, 11, and 12, yes I did count), and this is the one where he appears the most, so I doubt most of my other recaps will be this long.

Still, I hope this was informative for some people, even if no one else is as obsessed with him as I am.

Is Stars Align and Ryoma my new special interest? Eh, maybe.

See you in the next recap!

#stars align #hoshiai no sora #星合の空 #ryoma shinjo #toma shinjo #maki katsuragi #ryoma rewatch #luxren.mp3

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wayfindersstory · 4 years

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Kingdom Hearts 3 - Captain Marvel - Chapter 1 - A Kid With Powers

Kairi, having entered this new world, in the middle of some kind of city. She was sent to this world by Yen Sid, who told her that something was off about this world. That apparently, there was a surplus of equal amounts of light and darkness here. The fact that this world remains intact may give them an idea about how to stop Xehanort.

Of course, this being the first time Kairi had ever been sent to a new world alone, she could tell things were going to be difficult. Especially when she looked up to see a train passing by. What seemed odd about this train was the unknown blonde woman hanging on to the side, trying to get on top, looking like she was dressed for laser tag.

Kairi then looked at the frontal end of the train, and saw what she could already tell was going to be a problem: The heartless. As the unknown woman got back up, she was surprised to see them, letting Kairi know this was a first. However, Kairi was surprised when the unknown woman shot bright beams at the group of heartless.

Unfortunately, the unknown woman was unprepared for the giant heartless that was now falling down at her. Kairi recognized this heartless as a rock golem, jumping high onto the train, and blocking the golem’s attack with a barrier guard, performing a reflect attack.

“Triple Firaza!” Kairi shouted before using her keyblade to launch three massive balls of fire at the golem, which was now in midair. The massive fire balls struck at the golem, doing enough damage to kill it, making it disintegrate into darkness, with Kairi never allowing it to fall onto the train.

She then turned around to look at the woman. “Hi.” Kairi greeted. “I’m-”

“Duck!” The woman shouted before blasting a hole underneath them, making them fall into the train. Kairi looked up and realized that the unknown woman was keeping them from getting hit by the top of the tunnel they were now in.

“Thanks.” Kairi said as the train stopped at a subway station, the unknown woman getting out with Kairi following. She noticed that the woman was looking through the crowd as if she were searching for someone. The woman then grabbed someone’s shoulder, thinking she found them before realizing she was wrong.

“You.” The unknown woman said, now looking at Kairi. “Follow me.” They made their way to the ground level, stopping in an alley near the subway. “Who are you?”

“I’m Kairi.” Kairi answered. “You?”

“Vers.” Vers answered. “Kree Starforce.”

“Starforce?” Kairi asked.

“Ok, no one here has any idea, huh.” Vers said. “Has anyone here been off world?”

“Wait.” Kairi said. “Off world? As in other worlds? That, I do know about. You have a keyblade, don’t you?”

“A keyblade?” Vers asked.

“So you have no idea.” Kairi said before summoning her keyblade with her hand.

“That thing you used to do all the fire balls and barriers?” Vers asked. “Yeah, I have no idea.”

It was now that Kairi was remembering: Vers had to be talking about other planets. Not other worlds. She’d need a keyblade to even unlock the exit to this one.

“So how do I know you’re not a skroll?” Vers asked.

“A skrull?” Kairi asked.

“Actually, waste of time.” Vers asked. “I don’t think skrulls have your powers. You’re fine. So, are you from the planet?”

“Umm...” Kairi said. “... I’m from a similar one?”

“Your method of transportation?” Vers asked.

“A gummi ship.” Kairi answered.

“A gummi ship?” Vers asked. “You know, if you didn’t have that shiny weapon you’ve got there, I wouldn’t have any reason to believe you.”

“Well, it’s the truth.” Kairi said.

“How old are you?” Vers asked.

“Fifteen.” Kairi answered.

“And where is your ‘gummi ship’?” Vers asked.

“Nearby.” Kairi answered, the keyblade now disappearing.

“That’s it.” Vers said before walking away. “You’re just a kid with powers. I’m gone.”

“Wait!” Kairi shouted, chasing after her. “You’ll need my help.”

“With what?” Vers asked. “You’re only a kid.”

“You’ll need my help to fight the heartless.” Kairi said.

“Heartless?” Vers asked. “Are those the things that attacked me earlier?”

“Yes.” Kairi answered. “You need my help.”

“I can take them.” Vers said. “If you can, so can I.”

“It’s more than just that.” Kairi said. “I won’t deny the fact that you can take them. It’s the ones who command them that you’ll need to worry about. If you don’t stop them, this world, not just this planet, will fall to darkness.”

“World?” Vers asked, stopping. “Are you saying you’re not just from another planet, but another dimension?”

“Something like that?” Kairi answered.

“And how do I stop them?” Vers asked.

“With the keyblade.” Kairi answered, summoning the keyblade back up.

“Thanks for the tip.” Vers said, taking the keyblade out of her hand, and continuing to walk away, climbing up steps. Kairi waited a few seconds, until there was a decent gap between the two of them before summoning the keyblade back into her hand. Vers looked back. “You are a very stubborn, aren’t you?”

“Yup.” Kairi answered.

Vers sighed. “Kid, I like you.” Vers said. “You’re stubborn and strong. You’ll grow more stubborn and strong when you’re older. You got my best qualities. However, I don’t know if you’re really ready.”

“I’ve seen the darkness devour my own home before.” Kairi said. “I trained in a place where time never passes for a long time. I can fight.”

“Okay.” Vers said. “But if you get hurt, do know that it is on me.”

After getting some more information and regular clothes for Vers to help her fit in, Vers drove with Kairi on a motorcycle, making their way to a Pancho’s bar, pulling up. “I think you may need to stay back.” Vers said. “Different planets have different age-” Vers looked back at Kairi to see that she had already gone in. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Vers entered the bar, and saw that the bartender was already telling Kairi to leave. “It’s okay.” Vers said. “I’m not letting her drink anything here.” As music played in the background, Vers then looked around the empty bar and looked around, as though she were having flash backs.

It was like Vers had another life on this planet, with plenty of memories with... Someone important to her in this very bar. Of course, Vers had no idea what any of this meant. She then walked past a pool table to framed photographs of different jet fighters, and saw one that had a Pegasus emblem on it’s tail fin.

“So what can I get the adult?” The bartender asked.

“Where was this photograph taken?” Vers asked.

“An airport?” The bartender answered, confused.

“Where’s Pegasus?” Vers asked as Kairi sat on chair of a table, noticing a dark haired man walking in.

“That’s classified.” The man said. “Not unlike the file I started on you and the kid you’re babysitting.”

“Babysitting?” Kairi asked. “I’m fifteen.”

“Then why are you in this bar?” The unknown man asked.

“She’s with me, Agent Fury.” Vers answered, walking toward him.

“Like I said.” Fury said. “Babysitting. I saw you block an attack from that giant monster earlier.”

“A heartless.” Kairi answered.

“Heartless?” Fury said. “I thought they were skrull?”

“Oh no.” Vers said. “Those are the shapeshifters.”

“Oh, so that’s TWO then.” Fury said. “Great. Good to hear. So I take it they’re both in kahoots?”

“Still undetermined.” Vers answered. “Though it is likely, when this is the skrull we’re talking about.”

“I see.” Fury said. “I also see that you’ve changed it up since then. Grunge is a good look on you.”

“Did you have a rough day, Agent Fury?” Vers asked.

“It was cool.” Fury answered. “You know, had a space invasion, big car chase, got to watch an alien autopsy. Typical nine-to-five.”

“So you saw a skrull and those... heartless.” Vers said, still not sure about them.

“I was never one to believe in aliens...” Fury said. “... but I can’t unsee that.”

“I mean, the heartless aren’t aliens though.” Kairi said. “They’re people who have fallen to darkness, becoming dangerous beings known as the heartless, coming in different shapes and sizes.”

“Trust me, Agent Fury.” Vers said. “I’m just as confused as you are in this case.” Kairi sighed in the background. “However, this is gonna get a little awkward, but I gotta ask.”

“You think I’m one of those green things.” Fury assumed.

“Can’t be too careful.” Vers said. “Oh, and I’m testing her too.”

“What?” Kairi asked.

“Yeah, I take it back.” Vers said. “You’re not safe.”

“You are looking at one hundred percent red-blooded Earth man.” Fury said. “Don’t know about the kid though.”

“My name is Kairi.” Kairi said.

“Don’t know about Kairi.” Fury said.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna need proof.” Vers said.

“We talkin’ cheek or urine sample?” Fury asked.

“No.” Vers said. “The DNA would match.”

“Want my AOL password?” Fury asked.

“I have a keyblade.” Kairi said.

“They can only sim recent memories of their host bodies.” Vers said. “And I don’t know if some skrolls can use a keyblade.”

“Oh!” Fury said. “You wanna get personal.”

They all sat around a table. “Where were you born?” Vers asked.

“Huntsville, Alabama, but technically, I don’t remember that part.” Fury answered.

“Radiant Garden.” Kairi answered. “That’s where I got the power of the keyblade.”

“Name of your first pet?” Vers asked.

“Sora.” Kairi answered, having named a turtle after her best friend. (Yes, btw. I did just make that up)

“Mr. Snoofers.” Fury answered.

“Mr. Snoofers?” Vers asked.

“That’s what I said.” Fury said. “Do we pass?”

“Not yet.” Vers answered. “First job?”

“Soldier.” Fury answered. “Straight out of high school. Left the ranks a full bird colonel.”

“Then?” Vers asked.

“Spy.” Fury answered.

“Where?” Vers asked.

“It was the Cold War.” Fury answered. “We were everywhere. Uh, Belfast, Bucharest, Belgrade, Budapest. I like the B’s. I can make them rhyme.”

“Now?” Vers asked.

“Been riding a desk for the past six years, trying to figure out where our future enemies are coming from. Never occurred to me they would be coming from above or ‘the darkness in our hearts’.” Fury answered

“Not sure if ‘Keyblade Wielder’ counts.” Kairi answered. “Though considering I haven’t gone to an actual school in awhile, it might as well be.”

“And I’m still considering whether or not bringing you with me is a good idea.” Vers said. “What’s your first mission?”

“World That Never Was.” Kairi answered.

“Next mission?” Vers asked.

“This one.” Kairi answered.

“That does not help.” Vers said. “And what is the ‘World That Never Was’?”

“World of nobodies.” Kairi answered.

“Nobodies?” Vers asked.

“The husk that’s-” Kairi began befor Vers cut her off.

“You know what?” Vers asked. “Probably something weird. Anyways, name a detail so bizarre, a skrull could never fabricate it.”

“Umm...” Kairi pondered.

“You know what?” Fury said. “Considering everything I’ve heard the kid who’s in a bar say, I think she’s covered on that front.”

“Good point.” Vers said. “You?”

Fury pondered for a moment, before thinking of something. “If toast is cut diagonally, I can’t eat it.”

“Who cuts toast diagonally?” Kairi asked. “Shouldn’t that be considered a crime?”

“If I put that next to ‘being an underaged girl in a bar’...” Fury began. “... Yeah, I think I’d say it’s a bigger crime. I have to agree with the kid on this one.”

“Hang on, you didn’t need that, did you?” Kairi asked.

“No.” Vers answered. “No, I didn’t. But I enjoyed it.”

“Okay.” Fury said. “Your turn.” Vers then used her fist to shoot at a blast the jukebox. “And how is that supposed to prove to me you’re not a skrull?”

“That’s a photon blast.” Vers answered.

“And?” Fury asked.

“A skrull can’t do that.” Vers answered.

“Wait a second.” Kairi said. “What did you say a few minutes ago?”

“I’ll be honest.” Vers said. “I only included you in this to learn more about you. Not to see if you’re using someone else’s body.”

“I can tell you what it means to use someone else’s body.” A man said, entering the bar with a maniacal grin on his face, covered by a dark coat.

“Oh no.” Kairi said, for she recognized this man as Xehanort.

#kingdom hearts #captain marvel #kairi #carol danvers #marvel

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cheryls-blossomed · 4 years

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i wanted your opinion on something, because i know you've pointed out some story changes to the witcher tv series that you wish hadn't been made from the books, i'm always apprehensive when a book i love is being adapted to screen and tv, and what is your take on having to condense the material and whether changes can be both negative and positive?

Hmm, this is a good question. With The Witcher, I actually think it’s a pretty strong adaptation of the book, and I love, for example, how the show fleshed out Yennefer’s back story at Aretuza (and honestly wish we got more of that, including more of her and Triss). I thought it an odd choice for the show to introduce Triss as a mage at Foltest’s court, and I think it would have been a stronger choice, given that the show was fleshing out Yen’s back story AND the fact that we have confirmation Yen and Triss probably were at Aretuza around the same time, to have them be young apprentices there. Most of my issue with the show were changes from iconic scenes in the books, quite honestly. I also think that the show should have focused on Yen and Geralt’s love story more and handled the last wish arc better.

More generally, I’m going to use Crazy Rich Asians as a way to illustrate my point about when changes are necessary and when changes are negative and when I’m being nit-picky about changes. Astrid and her story with Michael and Charlie is probably a good example of a change that was necessary. In the books (spoiler alert), Michael doesn’t have an affair, but instead he pretends to have an affair, because he’s basically trying to get some kind of reaction from Astrid (plus he’s feeling incredibly insecure and so obviously putting your wife through excessive turmoil is the way to do it). It worked in the books, because it sets up Michael becoming extremely power-hungry when Charlie anonymously buys shares in his company, and then we see just how horrible Michael is (it was clearly hinted at that he was an emotionally abusive and verbally abusive husband, but we really only see that after he’s gained status and money). But by changing the story in the film with Michael actually having an affair (no doubt to streamline the arcs, so that everything could fit in the film’s timeframe), the film focuses on Astrid and her standing up for herself, and Charlie just cameos as a promise of what’s to come. Which indicates that we likely won’t have to see Michael (good riddance) and see Astrid subject to his awful treatment of her in an adaptation of China Rich Girlfriend, and instead, Astrid and Charlie’s love story can be the focus (and I definitely won’t complain if the film cuts Isabelle Wu’s character altogether). But contrast this with negative changes, such as botching Alistair’s characterization. Sure, he’s not a major character, but in the film he’s a misogynistic asshole who really contributes nothing of substance. In the books, he serves as a more down to earth and realistic counterpart to his older brother, Eddie, who is obsessed with wealth and appearance to a point that it is equally comical as it is disturbing. By contrast, Alistair is introspective; he’s reserved, doesn’t carry airs the way he does in the film, is part of the brigade who pretend Colin is dreadfully ill and has to be airlifted, so that they can escape Bernard’s horrifically over the top bachelor party. Alistair, like Colin and Nick, really does not want to be at that bachelor party. Equally, in the film, Peik Lin and her family know right away who the Youngs are, but in the book, they don’t immediately recognize the Young name. I think it was important to keep this in the film, because it emphasized how secretive the Youngs are and how much they detest the noveau riche flaunting their wealth and being in all the papers. And how the Youngs consider themselves of a much higher caliber than their absurdly wealthy peers. It highlights the bizarre distinctions of classicism even the upper echelons of society partake in amongst themselves, and it is the catalyst for providing a closer look at the wealth disparity in Singapore. And then there’s changes which I nit-picked; for example, there’s a character in the book, Mehmet, who is a good friend of Nick and Colin’s, and even though he definitely could have been cut from the film, as he was, I still think he should’ve been in the film, because he provides further levity amongst the absurdity of so many of the characters with his level-headed, good-natured personality.

So, all that to say that at the end of the day, whether you think an adaptation is good or bad very much depends on how you feel about it subjectively. There are always adaptations that are objectively horrendous, but most tv or film adaptations of books fall somewhere in between amazingly perfect to downright horrid, and some people love the adaptation and others don’t. You feel how you feel, obviously, and I know, for example, when I’m being nit-picky and when I’m genuinely concerned about a change, but you know... we’re all human, we’re all gonna nit-pick, lol.

#anonymous #replies

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ofthemuses · 5 years

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True Detective Sentence Meme: Season One (another of my favorites, well, the first season at least.)

WARNING: Triggering content, NSFW content, religion/death/violence/sex/drugs/suicide mentioned. Lots of foul language

Regular Quotes

I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist...

Oh, just a regular type dude... with a big ass dick.

People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.

It's all one ghetto man.

Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.

So what's the point of getting out of bed in the morning?

I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide.

Let's make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.

Can I ask you something? You're a Christian, yeah?

I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.

Can you get pills pretty easy?

Listen, when you're at my house, I want you to chill the fuck out.

There's nothing I can do about it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but... I'm gonna have a drink.

Given how long its taken for me to reconcile my nature, I can't figure I'd forgo it on your account.

Hmm. That sounds God-fucking-awful.

Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child?

Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done. It's too late.

I can be hard to live with. I don't mean to, but I can be... critical.

Sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me.

Such holy bullshit from you. It's a woman's body, ain't it? A woman's choice.

Girls walk this Earth all the time screwin' for free. Why is it you add business to the mix and boys like you can't stand the thought? I'll tell you. It's cause suddenly you don't own it the way you thought you did.

Is shitting on any moment of decency part of your job description?

Nothing man, sorry, forget it.

You got some self loathing to do this morning, that's fine, but it ain't worth losing your hands over.

What's your deal?

I don't have "a deal".

You're kinda strange, like you might be dangerous.

Of course I'm dangerous. I'm police. I can do terrible things to people with impunity.

Now what do you mean exactly... these visions you mentioned.

Shiiiiit, just what have you two heard about me?

What the hell good is cake if you can't eat it?

You know, throughout history, I bet every old man probably said the same thing. And old men die, and the world keeps spinnin'.

What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?

Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales.

I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom.

You see that. Your fucking attitude.

Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals.

Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody.

Well, I don't use ten dollar words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot.

I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?

Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.

Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.

If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.

Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise.

You figure it's all a scam, huh? All them folks? They just wrong?

People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.

Do you wonder ever if you're a bad man?

World needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door.

But I think I'm all fucked up.

You don't have to fall in love at first sight, you know.

Every time I think you've hit a ceiling, you, you keep raising the bar. You're like the Michael Jordan of being a son of a bitch.

Fuuuck! Hell of a bedside manner you've got.

Ahh, you know, being stupid is different than going in sick, and this is a bar, not a fuckin' bedside.

All the dick swagger you roll, you can't spot crazy pussy?

So, enough with the self-improvement-penance-hand-wringing shit. Let's go to work.

Oh God damn it, I am so done talking to you like a man.

What the fuck you think I want with you, huh?

I'm sorry. What are you suggesting, exactly?

I will skull-fuck you, you bitch!

This is none of my business... I don't want to hear it.

Do you know the good years when you're in them, or do you just wait for them until you get ass cancer?

What always happens between men and women? Reality.

Someone once told me time is a flat circle.

The newspapers are gonna be tough on you.

No, buddy, without me... there is no you.

Yeah. Fuck this. Fuck this world.

You know, people that give me advice, I reckon they're talking to themselves.

A man's game charges a man's price. Take that away from this, if nothing else.

I'm the person least in the need of counseling in this entire fucking state.

Thought maybe we should talk.

If you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.

Hey, man, look. Why don't you just get out of here, please? I don't want to get arrested. Just - just get... before I do something to you.

I slept with someone... And you know him/her... You're close.

Oh... Now, what-what are you saying?... What - what are you - what the fuck are you saying to me?

Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.

If you were drowning, I'd throw you a fuckin' barbell.

Why would I ever help you?

Hey. You better get those jumper cables ready, the motherfucker is lying.

Get on out of here, you're classin' the place up.

My family's been here a long, long time.

He ain't gonna talk with you.

I got a car battery and two jumper cables argue different.

A man remembers his debts.

Fuck, I don't like this place... Nothing grows in the right direction.

What happened in my head is not something that gets better.

Well you know what, I just got here; I was gonna leave, but then you woke up - Jesus, what's your fuckin' problem?

Not a care in the world.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Yeah... well, I'll come back by tomorrow, buddy.

Don't ever change, man.

Agh. Ah, fuck. Ah, he got me pretty good...

Do I strike you as a talker or a doer?

You'll rip out your fucking stitches. Stop it.

This is the place.

Everybody's got a choice, ____... Shit, I sure blamed you.

There you go... Everybody's got a choice.

It's hard to find something in a man who rejects people as much as you do, you know that?

Come die with me, little priest.

The DEEP SHIT™

I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.

There can be a burden in authority, in vigilance, like a father's burden.

I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading.

I contemplate the moment in the garden; the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.

I don't sleep, I just dream.

You got kids? I think of the hubris it must take, to yank a sole out of nonexistence into this meat; a force of life into this thresher.

I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.

Yeah, back then, the visions, yeah most of the time I was convinced... Shit... I'd lost it. But there were other times... I thought I was mainlining the secret truth of the universe.

I mean, it's like somethin's got your name on it, like a bullet or a nail in the road...

People... so goddamn frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner.

This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility.

They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go.

All your life--you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain--it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.

And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.

You see, we all got what I call a life trap - a gene deep certainty that things will be different...

Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. And closure - nothing is ever over.

I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down.

In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill.

And you are reborn, but into the same life that you've always been born into. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation? Well, who knows?

When you can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You're trapped by that nightmare you keep waking up into.

I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid.

Sometimes... this feeling like life has slipped through your fingers... like the future is behind you, like it's always been behind you.

There's a shadow on you, son.

I saw you in my dream. You're in Carcosa now with me... He sees you... You'll do this again... Time is a flat circle.

There's no such thing as forgiveness. People just have short memories.

All my life I wanted to be nearer to God. But the only nearness - silence.

Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.

You see, sometimes people... mistake a child as an answer for something, you know, like a way to change their story.

Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments: everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that... You're livin' wrong.

Once there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning.

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katsubi · 4 years

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old birthday ask〈 💥 * @glycerinsweat ) : Hearing his signature slamming of the front door, she rushed towards the entrance to trap him in a tight hug and press a kiss on the crown of his head. “Happy birthday, Katsuki!” She squeezed him before motioning for him to follow her to the dining room table where a simple chili chocolate cake sat: fully lit with a 22000 yen gift card to the side. “Come on slow poke, go make a wish and then go get ready, so we can go out to your favorite restaurant!”

‘ --- OI !??!?! i just got home, hannnng on --- lemme put my bag down before ya bear hug me ta death ! i got homework in it !! ‘ reluctant you are --- yet, shyly, you raise your touch / one of kindling & ash, & there, a soft pat comes in twos & threes to her back --- only for she, madonna to break away. & she beckons for a wayward son to come : for her pride, her joy ? her sole son to follow. ‘ Stop rushing me !??!!? ’

Agni favored. hurriedly, you discard a messager bag & shoes at the door. & A HEAVY GAIT WILL FOLLOW A MOTHER’S HALLOOS : through the doors, through the hall, why do your heart swell, why do you slow down --- why are you so nervous. Before you, a display / exhibit of celebration / love ---- how long has all this been set up for. You stand there, apollo’s gift / mar’s embodiment --- why are you so still / stuff. has that golden tongue been melted ? dumbfounded, the constitution you stand on, it trembles & crumbles. now, what has sewn your lips shut ? a deep-rooted pride, or the guilt ingrained within a flesh, it blankets you, covering the weak bones you hide. hopelessly, you & adorn them with jewels, hoping to hide from prying eyes --- have all your words / all your bullshit finally clogged that throat. has this year finally affixed it grasps upon that flatting / depleting heart ? harbinger of summer, your steps finally find their paths, & onward, you approach the table & a hand comes flat to the surface ( as if a comet to the earth, your weight crashes. ) orbit bound, air enters lungs & in a soft blow --- you put out yet another flame : what wish did you hold in your heart ? what wish did you cast to the stars ? was it to be number one ? was it to be the best ? WAS IT TO TAKE THE STARS IN YOUR HANDS AND CRUSH THEM ?

DREAMCATCHER, YOU HOLD THE GIFT BETWEENS INDEX & THUMB. YET. crown of flax sets / falls from prides position / stubborn high. & eyes will shut / night will take sight. BUILDING / SUFFOCATION IS FOUND IN DICTION, MAW WILL BARE ITSELF --- entrails beats themselves into a mess / butterflies crashing / knots will set chaos / tangling heartstring. JUST FUCKING SAY IT ALREADY. ‘ thank you...I don’t say this a lot, but thanks ---- i’m gonna get ready, give me 10 minutes !? ’ before she could react, he was up the stairs / faster than Hermes --- a chest BLLOMING / POUNDING WITH DISMAY & A WEAK CHILDISH SMILE PULLING AT LIPS.

#glycerinsweat #wow i made this sad and cute u_u #and look he didnt call her old hag sjdks #゜ ANSWERED *💥⋆ 〈 THERE. NOW SHUT UPPPP ｡ﾟ

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twerkinwithhazza · 6 years

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Little Black Box

Authors Note: Look at me.Writing on a Wednesday and keeping my promise of a strong comeback! I have been teasing you guys with a prompt for a while now and it is finally done, and I thought it is fair to give you this in compensation for the lack of the Just a Taste Part 3. The suit in the gif is the suit I am referencing in the imagine because it truly did things to me. I am so excited for the feedback and to continue to write, thank you so much for all the help @yeshaddy and @bigdaddystyless . Please read my writing here and send me requests here. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smutty Smutty Smutty

It has been 72 days. Actually 72 days 15 hours and 36 seconds in counting since your last orgasm. Normally, you were able to hold your composure by distracting yourself with household tasks and extra hours at the office but it just wasn't cutting it anymore.

Between the Givenchy on the 24th to the Klein’s purple treat on the 27th, he was making all of it a bit too much to bare. Unfortunately, the one being that could satisfy your cravings was thousands of miles away and only true contact you would have with him was during your daily Skype calls. It warmed your heart to watch Harry get ready for his shows: he cracked jokes with his bandmates, planned his wardrobe for future shows, and shamefully whispered complaints about how the venues helpers left dried blueberries in his snack bowl. You settled in front of your laptop, adjusting your hair and tying the strings of your night robe into a perfect bow before logging on to Skype. You nibbled on your lips as you started the call, praying quietly that you would be able to keep your composure during the call. But from the second you saw that million dollar mark appears on your screen you knew that today's call was gonna be far more difficult than you had anticipated.

“There's my girl”, he held the camera close to his face a habit he had acquired after constantly imitating your habit during your dating period when you forced him to schedule facetime appointments in order to ensure you were always looking you're very best. “Hows my favorite girl day been”

“ Well I was able to pick up some overtime at the office which is always good and my supervisor has been actually listening to my ideas during the board meeting, I really hope that means my manager will final-”

You stopped yourself as the rustling in Harry’s background seemed to overpower your rambling, Harry took notice of your quietness “Oh I'm sorry baby, give me a second. Just wanted to go to the bathroom to get ready, but I’m taking you with me. Wanna hear all about how you got Julia Brown to get her granny knickers out of a bunch”

You couldn't help but chuckle, your cheeks warmed a bit as a smile spread across your face. That was one thing you always appreciated about Harry, he truly did care about every detail of your day and don't want to miss a beat in any story you told.

Harry placed his camera down, allowing the wall to act as a support to hold up his phone before closing the bathroom door behind him. This is the part of your call you always enjoyed, it was your chance to finally see the suit he was planning to wear for the night.

Harry finally appeared on your screen and your jaw immediately hit the floor. He was literally mouthwatering, the thin stripe suit paired perfectly with the cropped jacket and the custom Calvin Shirt he had been bragging about during your previous skype. Harry sense of style had always been a point of attraction for you and he certainly did not fail with this outfit choice.

“Earth to (Y/N)...” “Baby”

The loud bang from Harry's brush hitting his sink was enough to snap you out of your drooling and unconscious state.

You immediately sat up and readjusted yourself, “Huh.. what. Oh, I'm sorry babe”.

Harry let out a small chuckle,“Jesus, did the cat have your tongue or did you get cotton stuck in your ears?”.

“Nothing just miss ya is all… you look amazing tonight couldn't help but stare”, you felt your cheeks begin to blush with embarrassment. Despite being together for almost 4 years you still felt like such a little girl around Harry, always nervous to share your feelings with him because of the slight fear you had of rejection.

“Well, I may have something that can help you, ‘till I get home from tour. Go in the closet and look for a little black box”

You did as you were told, you made your way over to your shared closet and found the black box hidden snuggly between his old Doc Martens and you're worn out Converse. You returned to your seat in front of your laptop running your fingers over the velvet box.

“Open it, Peach”

You teeth tugged on your lower lip as you slowly opened the box, a gasp leaving your mouth as you finally saw the gift Harry intended you to play with. Harry left you a dildo. The more you stared at you began to realize far too many similarities between the toy in front of you and the cock you had been truly craving. From the veins to the softness of the skin, this had Harry written all over it in more than one way.

“Had it done ‘fore I left, just in case something like this were to happen. When I couldn't get home in enough time to please my girl”

“Well you're quite the forward thinker”, you whispered taking the toy out of the box. “But It's not you… could never be”

“Never said it had to be, ‘s only a temporary release until I can come home and pound into yen myself”, He twisted his ring slowly around his finger as he watched you untie your robe. “Promise to guide you all the way through Peach”

You positioned yourself so that your legs were spread wide, giving Harry a full view as you dripped lube over your clit. You swore you heard Harry let out a bit of cry as you wrapped your lips around the toy, coating it with your saliva as your wet lips wrapped around the tip before you began to slowly bob your head back forth. Once you were satisfied you placed the tip of the toy at your entrance, teasing yourself as you slide the tip between your folds just as Harry would do.

Small moans escaped your lips as you dipped the tip of the toy into your heart, “Look at my sweet peach, miss me so much yeh imitating my actions”. Harry would be lying if he said that he wasn't amused, seeing you so desperate for him in person was overbearing enough but with the added distance it made him even harder knowing that he didn't have to be in your presence to make you wetter beyond belief.

“Don't disappoint Peach, go on now fuck yourself for Daddy”. You needed no other confirmation before pushing the toy completely into your heart, a string curses falling from your lips as you began to pump the toy in you.

“ ‘s good Peach? Feel good fuck yourself with my cock?Bet your thinking of what I'd be doing if I was there. Probably have my hand wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours, take your breath away while I pound into that tight cunt of yours.Would like that wouldn't ya?”

“ Yes yes yes yes”, You whimpered softly, resting your head on the back of the chair, pumping the toy faster into you. Harry's word was leading you closer and closer to your peak, he could tell you fondling your nipples and the repeated tremble in your legs.

“Is my pretty peach ready to cum for me ?”

“ Yes baby please let me cum”

“Tsk tsk tsk, I don't know Peach… couldn't keep yeh composure ‘till I got home and used me to get you to cum the right way”

You whined as you impatiently ground your hips against the base of the toy, you knew you needed Harry to get you to cum otherwise it would never feel the same.

“Need ya to tell me you can't come without me or I may have to leave you early”, Harry teased as he ran his hand over his thigh

“Daddy please I need you to cum, your the only who can make cum please please please let m I need it, Daddy!”, you pouted as you roughly pounded the toy into you, hitting your g spot perfectly each time drawing you closer and closer your orgasm.

“Such a naughty peach, cum for me baby”.

And with his blessing you finally reached you high, clutching on tightly to the arm of your armchair tightly as your legs shut closed with screams of Harry's name bouncing off the walls of your room. Once you came down from your high, you lazily opened your eyes to see Harry panting just as harshly as you- know he was the one drooling over you. The two of you sat there in content silence until Harry heard a knock on his door, confirming it was 5 minutes until showtime.

“Gotta head on now Peach, but I'll make sure to check up on yeh before you go to sleep”

Too tired to respond, you simply blew a kiss and waved goodbye to the camera which he happily caught before doing the same and ending the call. Leaving you lying there breathless but beyond satisfied.

Once you finished cleaning yourself up and settling yourself in bed, you scrolled through your Instagram feed aimlessly. You were interrupted when you received a text from Harry

“I think I'm gonna take an early flight home, I see now I can't leave my peach untouched for too long. Drives yeh too wild”

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