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kiwisbell · 6 months

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The Devil Right Beside Me: Chapter 2

Someone very stupid has put a price on your head. Three very dangerous men intend to keep it on your shoulders.

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pairing: pero tovar/dave york/frankie morales x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

chapter tags/warnings: violence, murder, reverse harem, married fluff, wife-sharing, ex-military men, evil corporations, (anal) fingering, frankie and dave are still down bad for pero's wife, extremely protective pero/dave/frankie, more biting, more squirting, foursome activities (f/m/m/m), DVP, dave is an ass man, anal sex, TP, dirty talk, unprotected piv (wrap b4 tap etc.), frankie is a munch, aftercare, pope makes a mcu-style cameo, creampie, slight free use kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), just all the filth actually

word count: ~ 8.5k

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a/n: if you know me irl no you don't. this is some nasty shit. please don't mistake this for decent action writing bc it's actually the opposite - and you're all here for the smut anyway hehehe

chapter two: textbook precision

Frankie has been lying on a roof across from Orlov Plaza for four fucking hours.

Staring through the scope of his rifle, he can see right into Alexander Orlov’s office. The man himself is not inside, and sure, Frankie might have set up his position a little early, but he isn't taking chances.

Not when it comes to you.

His hips ache and his back will not thank him for lying on concrete, but he's Army. He's resilient. And this is life or death. Your life.

“This guy's a complete loser.” Dave’s voice crackles in Frankie’s earpiece. “Just spent a hundred bucks on breakfast with his mom. Didn't even pay for hers.”

“Momma’s boy should learn not to be late for work,” tuts Frankie. Next to his rifle is a tablet displaying the building’s security cameras Dave took the liberty of hacking. “I’ve got a present for him.”

“Do not get trigger-happy, Morales,” comes Pero’s voice. He’s sitting in the coffee shop across the street from Orlov’s building, twenty-six storeys under Frankie’s belly. “He lives until the bounty is removed.”

“Hear that, Dave?” Frankie chuckles. “Someone’s got a bounty on their head.”

Dave clicks his tongue. “Unlucky.”

“How about we save a life?”

“Sounds like a plan,” says Dave. “Orlov’s on the move.”

It’s time.

Pero slaps down a couple more bills than necessary to pay for his coffee and shucks on his jacket, hightailing it across the street. “York?”

“I’m looking at the contract right now,” replies Dave. “I’ll keep you posted.”

“Good.” Pero takes the steps up two at a time toward the revolving door and disappears into the lobby. Baseball cap on his head, he eyes a janitor by the maintenance closet over his sunglasses. “He’s in position. Am I clear of the cameras?”

“Bit to your left,” says Frankie, eyeing the screen in front of him. When Pero slips into the security camera’s blindspot, he gives him the OK and puts his eye back on the rifle scope.

Pero slips the tranquilliser from his jacket sleeve and stabs the janitor in the neck. The man slumps into his arms and Pero drags him into the maintenance closet. “This uniform is hideous.”

“Picky, picky,” says Dave. “Coming from a man who has five identical leather jackets in his closet.”

“They aren't identical,” grumbles Pero, frowning as he’s forced to shove his jacket into the corner. He slips on the janitor’s slate grey uniform and lets the man lie comfortably inside the closet.

Pero wheels the maintenance cart back outside and heads for the Staff Only room. “On the move.”

“I see you,” says Frankie. He watches Pero disappear behind the door and cycles through the other cameras. Alexander Orlov strides through the revolving door, adjusting his tie like a dickhead. “Target’s inside, Tovar. Make your move now.”

Pero inhales hard, feeling his nostrils flare as he enters the security room. Another man sits in front of the cameras, his chin in his palm, minutes away from dozing off. Pero makes it easy for him by stabbing another tranquilliser into his neck. He lays the man down and assumes his spot in the chair. He inserts a flash drive into the computer and downloads the necessary files.

“We're ghosts, amigos,” Pero announces. “It seems the security system has caught a virus.”

Sure, it's a bit primitive to kill the footage and leave malware behind in the meantime. But Pero’s perfectly fine with giving Orlov, Inc. a migraine. He will be a happy thorn in their side.

“Orlov’s in his office,” says Frankie, peering through the scope.

“Time to put on a show.” This from Dave, who gets to work on his own task.

“Hope you trust your man, Morales,” teases Dave.

“I trust him fine. It’s this asshole I don’t trust.” Frankie looks at Orlov’s smarmy face through his scope. “This better work.”

“This will work,” says Pero. “If it doesn't—”

“We rain hell,” says Frankie cheerily.

“Precisely.”

To a normal person, it would be disturbing to hear the notes of glee in Pero Tovar’s voice at the thought of abandoning control. But both Dave and Frankie smile along with him.

Alexander waves in his ten o’clock without looking up from his desk.

It seems Mrs. Tovar’s whereabouts are mostly unknown. She was last spotted in the parking garage of her company building, which means she's made it somewhere safe. Nobody has reported even a glimpse or a whisper in the last twenty-four hours.

Her husband must be with her; her laptop, phone, and tablet have all been tracked to her home, which was routinely picked clean by scavengers looking to claim the prize. She’s either smart enough to know they can be tracked, or Pero Tovar has her in hiding. Alexander guesses the latter. She’s just a woman. She's no killer, no hacker, no thief. Her best bet is the dog who laps at her ankles. Tovar is pretty pathetic, he thinks, for having such a permeable weakness. She'll be dead by tomorrow, at any rate. Three million dollars is enough to ensure it.

His ten o’clock strides in, taking in the extravagant office like most people do. He whistles, his hands clasped in front of him, lifting his brows at the high ceilings and plush furniture. “Nice,” says the stranger.

Alexander tears his eyes away from the computer screen and frowns. The man in front of him is, decidedly, not Jim Smith from NutriCorp. “Who the hell are you?” he demands.

“Don't need to call security, man,” he replies, spotting the way Alexander's fingers twitch toward his phone. The man indicates his screen, which displays the contract on Mrs. Tovar. “She's pretty, ain't she.”

“What. Do you want?” grits Alexander.

“My reward.” The man smirks at Alexander, waving a small black stick in the air. “Read it and weep.”

Alexander leans back against his desk and merely lifts a brow at the other man. “What is this?”

“Proof of life, proof of death, proof that I deserve my three million dollars.” He shrugs. “I was under the impression you wanted a girl dead.”

“You?” he says indignantly.

“I take offence to that,” says the stranger. “And to show you it's not a trick, I’ll plug it in my own computer.” He shrugs a pack off his shoulder and opens his laptop, inserting the flash drive.

Alexander watches.

A house, quaint and unassuming. The camera captures the footage from the upper corner of the sitting room. A woman sits on the couch, bouncing her knee anxiously. She's very pretty. There is no sound. A shadow slips by the left side of the frame, then materialises into a man. Her mouth opens in a scream. It dies, presumably, when the hooded man covers her face with his hand and brings a knife to her stomach.

He peels the wedding ring from her finger and turns toward the camera, giving it a little wave. The video ends.

Something cool and circular drops into Alexander’s palm.

Mi amor, reads the engraving on the inside of the ring. Siempre.

The woman in the video is her. There's no doubt about it.

He really did it. This nobody did it.

“Your proof,” he says, closing the laptop. “Now. My money.”

Alexander’s face splits into a grin.

I hope you feel it, Tovar.

From his car, Dave listens to the conversation, waiting for his cue to begin.

Santiago Garcia’s voice crackles through Dave’s ear. “Now. My money.”

“Of course,” says Orlov. “I must say, I’m impressed.”

“Este pendejo,” growls Pero. “So much fucking glee over watching my wife die.”

“Easy, man,” says Frankie. “We’re almost there. Keep your cool.”

“There,” says Dave. “He’s transferring the money. I’ve got the account.”

“So the contract is down?” asks Santiago.

“The contract is down,” says Orlov. “You’ve won, Mr. Garcia.”

“Now, Francisco,” says Pero.

“Pope, muévete,” urges Frankie. “¡Ahora!”

Inside, Santiago shifts a foot to the left and directly out of Frankie’s scope.

A finger presses a trigger, glass splinters, and Alexander Orlov is dead.

Not one of the four men stick around to witness the chaos that follows.

Santiago slips out of the office and heads back down the elevator, pulling the fire alarm. He disappears with the swell of the crowd.

They rendezvous at the safe house. You're pacing inside, having acquired that habit from your husband, stewing in your own anxiety for the past six hours. When they informed you of the plan, you gaped, unsure whether to believe that Pero was allowing you to take part in the plan. But the only way to ensure Alexander Orlov would take down the contract was to prove your death. And, in doing so, ruin Pero Tovar’s life altogether.

Petty men breed petty feuds.

Pero knocks on the door in the rhythm you've both agreed on. He's breathing hard when you fling the door open, even though he drove and didn't run. “The contract is down,” he blurts out. “You're safe. I’m so sorry, mi amor. I’m so—”

You’re throwing yourself at him and nearly knocking him over with the embrace, your arms winding around his neck and your tears soaking his throat. “Don't apologise to me,” you cry. “I love you. You’re safe. You're okay.”

Dave and Frankie slip past you in the doorway, the latter gently rubbing your back as he passes. They disappear briefly into the basement to store their gear. Pero kisses your temple, your hair, everything he can see, before he lets his eyes close and indulges in the feel of you wrapped around him.

“I’m safe,” he whispers. “You did so well, my love. So well.”

You kiss him from his neck to his mouth. “I did?”

Santiago pipes up from behind Pero. “You did. Best murder victim I ever worked with.”

“That bastard is dead,” says Pero, smoothing your hair out of your face with his palm.

You pull away and grin at Santiago, your body still tucked into Pero's side. “You're a pretty good intruder, yourself. Thank you for doing this, Santi.”

Santiago squeezes your shoulders. “I’m sorry it had to happen. You know I'd help you out of a bind anytime.”

You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “The same goes for us.”

Santiago departs, leaving you, Pero, Dave, and Frankie alone in the safe house.

“Pero,” you say softly. Your husband meets your eye, his pupils enlarging. You hold out your left hand to him. “My wedding ring.”

He fishes the gold band out of his pocket and slides it onto your ring finger. “Will you marry me?” he asks.

You laugh. “You already put it on.”

“Well, it’s been a long time since—”

You just kiss him again, putting him out of his misery. “I’ve got an actress on my hands,” he says, grinning against your mouth.

“Santiago killed me well.”

He squeezes your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the bones, and says, “Want to know something else?”

You lift your brows. “What?”

Pero’s scar scrunches up when he smiles this widely. “You're three million dollars richer, my love.”

You start, your hand instinctively slapping against his chest to steady yourself. “What!”

“It was your money to take,” he says plainly. “The money was for your life. It's yours, rightfully.”

Your mouth feels dry. Pero is a wealthy man, and you're paid well in your position, but three million dollars is staggering.

“Oh my God, Pero.” You grab his strong biceps, suddenly wishing there weren't two layers of clothing between you and his skin.

You never expected to be the kind of woman to be turned on by money. Pero’s a provider, but you've always been independent. It’s just—

Three million dollars.

“Dave traced the account that sent the money,” he continues, “and redirected some funds.”

You have a feeling that isn't the whole story. “Some?”

“All.” He grins wickedly. “Hee would be effectively out of money. If I had let him live, that is.”

“Oh my God.” You shake your head in disbelief, rubbing your thighs together and pressing yourself closer to him. “You are insatiable.”

“I am your husband.” He laces his fingers through yours and kisses each of your knuckles. “You are my wife. My best friend. My soul. I could not simply let him live.”

Your knees feel weak. Pangs of arousal snake down to your core and make your chest push out in shallow breaths. “Pero. I love you so much. You’re my other half, baby.” You cup his face in your hands and trace his scar with your thumb. “And we’re officially rich.”

He laughs, scooping you up and twirling you like a new bride. “You will have everything you want. We’ll go on trips. I will buy you shoes and take you to dinner and find pretty little dresses I can put my hands under.”

“And we can pay off our mortgage,” you add, shrieking with laughter as he hoists your legs around his hips and carries you to the bedroom. You scatter kisses all over his face. “Thank you for everything. For saving me. For being there.”

He growls when you both cross the threshold into the sparse bedroom, pinning you against the wall. “I will always”—he punctuated the word by grabbing a handful of your ass—“be there for you. My beautiful girl.”

“Please,” you whine, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. “Please take me, honey. I need you.”

His pupils widen until they’re close to engulfing the warm brown irises. He keeps your hips pressed to the wall with his own, lifting your ratty sweatshirt and skimpy little pyjama top over your head. When your tits are free, he yanks down your lounge shorts along with your panties and runs his hands all over your soft, smooth body.

“So lovely,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking back up to yours. The hunger in them is vicious. He wants to eat you alive. And you'll let him.

“Pero,” you whisper, arching your back so your tits are smushed against his chest. “Remind me I’m alive. Remind me what you'd do to keep me safe.” You tilt your chin up and nibble on his earlobe, earning a throaty groan. “Remind me how dangerous you are.”

“You like that?” he rasps, his palms warming your back. His tongue darts out and tastes your throat, sucking a bruising mark beneath your right ear. “You like when I get mad? You like when I kill for you?”

You gasp, your hand firm on the back of his neck, keeping his face buried in your neck. “Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, baby, I love it.”

He grunts, the animal crawling up his throat, his cock stiffening against your thigh. He nips your jaw, his hands exploring your naked body. They take your tits and squeeze, kneading like you're a stress ball. You turn your head to the side to urge him toward your lips, which he happily claims. He kisses aggressively, biting, nibbling, and tugging at your bottom lip as you try to keep up.

You reach blindly for his belt and unbuckle it, whipping it out from the loops. Pero pulls away and takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders instead. It smells like old leather and his rich cologne, and you feel dizzy with need. “Wear it,” he says. “Wear it while I fuck you.”

You slip your arms through the sleeves and kiss him again, naked apart from his leather jacket. It’s erotic, the scrape of the leather rough against your stiff nipples, the smell of him engulfing your senses. You need him so badly, and you tell him as much.

Pero groans into your mouth, picking you up again just to deposit you on the bed. It squeaks, the frame a little old, but your ears are ringing anyway. Pero yanks your hips to the edge of the bed and sinks to his knees, burying his face in your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Your hand flies to his hair. “Pero!”

His fingers dig divots into the flesh of your thighs as his tongue flattens between your folds. You're wet and hot in his mouth and he closes his eyes to savour it. This is where he belongs.

“Looks like we're interrupting.”

Dave and Frankie stand in the doorway, arms folded over their chests, their eyes fixed on you as your husband eats you out like it's his last meal.

Pero doesn't stop. He doesn't even acknowledge his friends. Rather, he doubles his efforts: his tongue flicks over your clit or he sucks it between his lips, alternating between tactics that have your thighs trembling around his head. Your eyes flit between Dave and Frankie, whose erections are visible behind their pants.

“So beautiful,” says Dave. It's true. Your bare chest is heaving, barely visible underneath the jacket you're wearing, your face flushed and your eyes unfocused.

“Do you want us to leave?” asks Frankie.

Your eyes shutter as Pero continues working you up toward your orgasm, but your lips part and your broken voice escapes.

“Stay.”

They do, watching as your husband lavishes your pussy with his mouth, toppling you over the edge with a few more precise strokes of his tongue over your clit.

“Oh!” you moan, your head falling back and your back arching as you come hard. Dave and Frankie stop leaning against the wall to stand over you at the side of the bed.

Dave’s hand gently pulls the jacket aside so he can get a full view of your tits, shining with sweat. “Nice jacket.”

You smile, biting your lip and shaking your tits a little. “Happy you like it.”

“Oh, I like it. Just on you.”

Pero kisses your clit and gently helps you move farther up the bed before he stands up. “Mi esposa is needy. Wants us to be good to her. Isn't that right, amor?”

You moan softly, trailing your hand down your body to run your fingers through your slit. They come away glistening with your wetness. “I want all of you,” you tell them.

Frankie and Dave’s jaws feather with restraint. They lock eyes with Pero, who lifts an expectant brow, and then turn back toward you. It’s Frankie who speaks first. “Can I taste you, baby?”

You nod eagerly, sitting up and making space for him on the bed. Frankie crawls over your body and you place your fingers on his plush bottom lip. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue around them, groaning at your taste. You're practically panting at the sight, begging Frankie with your eyes to kiss you.

He leans over you and slants his mouth to fit yours. You can taste yourself, too, your tang slipping from his tongue to yours. He takes what you give, pinching your nipples when you cup his face and grind against him. Frankie’s a soft kisser, but you can sense his need, his groans vibrating through your chest, his hands feverish on your body.

He slips his hand under the jacket and pulls you closer with his palm on your lower back. You’re sitting on his lap now, grinding down on his erection where it strains through his jeans. “Mmm, Frankie.”

Behind you, the bed dips, and you feel hands on your belly, sliding up toward your breasts. Your husband still watches from the left side of the bed, so it’s Dave behind you, fixing his mouth to your neck.

It's tantalisingly slow. Frankie, in his jeans and T-shirt and old cap, kissing his way across your collarbones; Dave, in his dress shirt and pants, nibbling your earlobe; and Pero, standing next to you, his thumb and forefinger guiding your chin upward. Making you face him.

“My heart,” he says. “We were put on this Earth to protect you. To make you happy. To cherish you.”

“You’ll never forget that, will you, sweet girl?” says Dave, nudging his nose against your jaw.

“Never,” you sigh.

“And you’ll let us keep you safe,” says Pero, “no matter what we must do.”

“Always.”

“Get on your back, baby,” says Frankie. “We’ll take care of you.”

They help you shift position, settling near the edge of the bed. Pero stands over you, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard cock. You salivate, looking up at him with cavernous, pleading eyes. “Let me taste you, Pero. Please.”

“You will, amor.” Pero looks down your body to where Dave and Frankie have settled. “And they will taste you.”

Your back arches when you feel a palm slide over your belly. “Relax for us,” coos Dave. “It’ll feel good.”

You know it will. That's why you're so fucking keyed up.

Frankie’s the one who gets your pussy first. He lies between your legs and looks up at you, seeking your consent. You have been here before. After this, nothing will be off-limits. No part of your body will go untouched. And you need it more than words can convey.

So you nod your head at Frankie and watch his lips make a gentle path from your navel to your wet, soft pussy. Pero taps the head of his cock against your cheek and tugs at the base until a bead of precum pools on your lips. You lick it up and spread it over your tongue, opening your mouth to usher him inside.

With your head hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, it's easy to slip the head past the seal of your lips. The pleasure of it instantly wrecks him—it's a cloying, thickening sensation that pricks at his spine. It's honey congealing over his bones. You make a pleased noise and he breaks, pushing further into your mouth.

At the same time, Frankie and Dave descend on your body. Dave’s teeth tease your nipples while Frankie leaves sloppy kisses all over your pussy. You moan around Pero’s cock, taking him deeper as your tongue swirls around the head. He grunts, cupping your jaw to feel himself stretch your throat. “Such a good girl.”

You tangle your fingers in Dave’s hair as he flicks his tongue over your nipples and laps at them, Frankie sucking your clit between his lips. It's overwhelming, your body keening toward them, giving yourself entirely to the pleasure.

You suck Pero’s cock greedily, your saliva coating his length generously and your cheeks hollowing around him. Your husband groans, his stomach tightening; he grasps blindly for your hand and locks them together, your wedding rings glinting in the dim light. Dave inhales the perfume on your skin and tastes the remnants of it. Frankie groans into your cunt, unabashed in his zealousness, his nose bumping your clit as he licks and sucks and digs his fingers in your thighs.

Suddenly, Dave’s mouth leaves your tits. You try to pull him toward you again, your hand in his hair, but he gently loosens your fingers and kisses your palm. Frankie continues eating you out, moaning into your pussy the way you groan around Pero’s cock. Your husband seems to come to a silent agreement with Dave and pulls himself out of your mouth. You whimper his name.

“Please…”

“She sounds so pretty when she begs,” says your husband.

Dave hums in agreement, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Looks pretty, too.”

Frankie sucks your clit and makes you cry out from the pleasure, already having succumbed to an orgasm under Pero’s mouth. “Oh, shit!” you croak, your head falling back to the mattress.

“Francisco, muévete,” says Pero. Frankie doesn't seem to hear him—or care—lost in his own world between your thighs. You don't mind one bit; your hand knocks his cap off his head and grasps his tousled hair, moans freely falling from your lips as he licks you with his hot, wet tongue.

“So good, Frankie,” you sigh. Pero sees your stomach tighten and decides not to withhold your pleasure.

“Do you want him to make you come, mi amor?”

“Yes, yes, please let me come! Please, baby, I need to come. Feels so good…”

Pero strokes your jaw, looking down into your bleary eyes, which still sting with tears from having his cock down your throat. “Make her come, Morales,” says Pero, not once tearing his eyes from you. “Then we will have some real fun.”

You’re dripping onto the mattress, the sounds of Frankie’s ministrations echoing loud in the small room, and you're coming without warning, your leg kicking out and your eyes snapping shut.

“Oh my—ah! Frankie!”

Pero��s cock pulses at the sight of you, heaving and half-blind with pleasure, already verging on overstimulation. Frankie moans into your cunt, feeling you soak his tongue, and laps you up greedily. It's only when he hears you whisper his name, broken and hoarse, that he pulls away with a soft kiss to your clit, knowing Pero will murder him if he hurts you.

“Thank you, baby,” he says, wiping his chin with his forearm. The obscene sight of it makes your thighs tremble. “You did so good for me.”

You sigh happily, your eyes fluttering shut. Dave shuffles onto the bed behind you and kneels, lifting your back up against his chest. You relax into him, turning your head and nudging your nose against his jaw. “Kiss me,” you plead.

Dave smirks, cupping your jaw. “C’mere, sweet girl.” You tilt your head back and kiss him, melting into the sweet softness of it. Dave hums, his other hand gently snaking around your waist and squeezing your breast.

Pero takes Frankie’s spot in front of you, attaching his lips to your neck. “So soft,” he murmurs. Frankie is first to start stripping, disposing of his shirt and his jeans with fervour, his thick, heavy cock springing up against his belly. It curves slightly to the left and leaks onto his navel. Your mouth waters, your eyes meeting his in the dark. His pupils burn with desire. You don't want him—don't want them—to hold back.

Pero reaches between your bodies and gently cups your sensitive pussy. “Do you want Frankie here, my love?”

You do. Fuck, you do. “Please,” you gasp when Dave lets you breathe between his kissing. “Frankie, I want you inside me.”

His cock twitches at your words. “I’ll fuck you, baby. Make you feel good.”

Dave’s hand slides from your breast around to your ass, ghosting a fingertip around your other hole. You gasp, your cheeks burning hot. “Will you let me take you here?” he asks in a low scrape, his lips tracing your jaw.

Dave’s got a fixation on your ass. He's taken it before, come inside it before, and rarely asks to fuck your pussy. You nod vigorously, moaning when Pero rolls your nipples between his fingers. “Yes! Yes, Dave.”

“Sensitive, sweetheart?” Dave sounds almost mocking as he pouts against your cheek, tracing your asshole with his middle finger.

You choke on air. “Oh, God, Dave—”

“Shhh. We’ll take care of you.” He locks eyes with Pero over your shoulder. “Your husband wants to come inside your mouth. Can see it in his eyes.”

Pero runs his thumb over your lower lip. “You’ll let me, right, amor? Let me ruin you?”

Your tongue darts out to lick the pad of his thumb before you teasingly take it inside your mouth, releasing it with a pop. You bite down on your smile when he bares his teeth like he wants to take a bite out of you. “Ruin me.”

Pero and Frankie switch places, allowing your husband to strip out of his clothes, too. By the time Dave gets naked, you're the only one wearing a semblance of clothing, still draped in your husband’s jacket. It feels possessive and smells of him, and you're dizzy with lust as Frankie settles in front of you and kisses you again.

You can still taste your juices on his tongue. Frankie gently pulls you on top of him as he lies down, baring your ass to Dave so he can prepare you. Frankie’s cock sits sandwiched between your bellies while he kisses you, rubbing his hands up and down your back to relax your muscles.

“Lube, York,” says Pero shortly. “Ahora.”

Dave departs briefly, presumably to follow orders (a rare occasion unless it's in the bedroom with you). When he returns, you hear the substance squirt out of the bottle, and you yelp when a glob of it lands on your asshole.

Frankie swallows your surprised noises, his tongue plundering your mouth. Pero begins to stroke his cock as Dave kneads your ass, spreading you wide for him. “Mmm,” you manage, shivering at the feeling of his fingers rubbing the lube around your puckered hole.

“That's it, pretty girl,” coaxes Dave, watching your muscles slowly relax so he can prod a fingertip inside. “Gooooood. Good girl.”

You're going to explode. Sensation pricks every nerve. Blood sings for them. You're surrounded by men and their distinct scents, mingling until you don't know your left from right. Frankie lifts your hips and positions the head of his cock at your entrance, crushing his mouth to yours to distract you as he begins to sink your hips down.

You rest your forehead against his, your brows scrunching up as he works himself inside you. “Oh, God, Frank,” you gasp. “You're big.”

Frankie chuckles, his own face a little taut from the feeling of sinking into your hot, wet pussy. “Thanks, baby.”

Dave’s finger is seated inside you by the time you take all of Frankie. “How do you feel, amor?” asks Pero.

You gently rock your hips and moan at the feeling of Frankie’s cock inside you. “Full.”

Frankie strokes your hair back as Dave works another finger inside. You cry out, burying your face in Frankie’s neck. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” says Dave, smoothing his other hand over your ass. “Just keep relaxing for me.”

You melt against Frankie as Dave adds another finger. “Last one, baby,” says Frankie, sliding his palms up your spine. “Almost there.”

“Gonna make you feel so good,” adds Dave. “Gonna fill you up.”

It feels like they're in your stomach, filling you so thoroughly that you choke on them. “God,” you gasp, your saliva clicking in your throat. “Please fuck me. Please move.”

When he feels he's stretched you sufficiently, Dave slips his fingers out of you and prods the head of his cock at your asshole. “Let me in, baby,” he says softly.

You bite down on Frankie’s shoulder as Dave enters you, slicked up with lube. Dave bares his teeth, hissing at the way your tight asshole swallows him. “Jesus.”

You mewl, already sweating and trembling on top of Frankie. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“You're doing so beautifully, my love.” Pero’s hand flattens between your shoulder blades. You instantly relax just enough for Dave to settle balls-deep inside you. He's longer than Frankie but not as thick. “You know what to do if it gets too much.”

Tap my hand three times.

Instead, you lift yourself upright and reach for Pero’s cock. Your fingers close around the length. “Take me,” you plead. Your eyes are fixed on your husband, but you're speaking to everyone in the room.

Frankie and Dave begin to move, establishing a rhythm they’ve practised many times while inside you. Frankie grunts, holding your hips to take control over your movements. Your head falls back, giving him the opportunity to surge upright and sink his teeth into your throat. “Ah! Fuck!”

Dave’s arm is around your waist like a seatbelt, his hand splayed over your lower belly. His cock punches inside your asshole with hard, slow thrusts, leaving your back arching and your lungs empty. Frankie fucks you at the same pace, pulling out when Dave pushes in. You're always full, stroking your husband’s dick. At the edge of the bed, it would be so easy to fill your mouth up with him. You tempt him with your open mouth and your cock-drunk face, pupils big enough to swallow the irises.

“She's so fucking tight,” hisses Dave.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good,” says Frankie, his chest shining with sweat as he thrusts up into you. The praise leaks into your ears and turns you pliant, your head spinning.

“Pero,” you whine, “I want your cock. Please, baby, let me make you feel good.”

Your husband grunts your name when you squeeze the base of him, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Go on, my beautiful girl. Take me.”

You swallow him back down as Frankie and Dave keep fucking you. You're surrounded by hands and teeth and warm breath, filled to the brim, losing yourself in the pleasure and relief. The men inside you have stolen, cheated, and killed for you. They would do it again.

You moan around Pero’s cock, your saliva dribbling out past the seal of your lips. You gently rub your thumb over his perineum and your other hand softly squeezes his balls. It feels so fucking good. It feels—

“Mierda,” he groans, bucking his hips. You choke around him when he presses against the back of your throat, tears spilling over your eyes. Your lashes are dewy and you're fucking drooling and it's so erotic Pero can barely think.

“She wants you to come in her mouth, Tovar,” says Dave, his teeth taking your earlobe to tease you as he fucks your ass.

“I know what my wife wants,” Pero bites, wrapping your hair around his hand.

You moan, baring your throat for Frankie, who immediately pounces on it like a big cat. He sucks marks into your throat that will show for the next few days, his teeth grazing your soft skin and licking over them.

Your body shudders, weakening with every pounding they give you, trying to maintain your rhythm on Pero’s cock. His balls draw up as you increase the pressure on his perineum, his stomach tightening and his groans quickening to higher-pitched gasps. “Amor. Mierda. I’m going to… going to—”

You moan long and low around him, greedy for what he's about to give you. You can feel every pulse of his balls under your palm as they empty inside your mouth, painting stripes of hot cum on your tongue and down your throat. Pero growls, sinking deeper instead of pulling out, forcing you to take every drop.

“Jesus,” says Frankie, eyes fixed to your red, teary eyes. “That's fucking hot.”

Pero finishes spilling inside your mouth with a long sigh, pulling out to see the mess he's made. “Déjame,” he rasps.

Show me.

Frankie and Dave slow their pace to watch you open your mouth. A dribble of cum beads down the corner of your mouth, but most of it pools on your tongue. “That's a good girl,” says Dave, nudging his nose along your jaw.

Frankie teasingly bites your nipple. “Gonna swallow it?”

“Yes, she will,” says Pero, cupping your face. You look up at him, filled with a swelling admiration for his beauty as he breathes hard and sweats at the temple. His biceps ripple with the faint movement of holding you. “Swallow it.”

You close your mouth and swallow his salty cum, swiping up the drop that spilled and licking it off your finger. Pero kneels down onto the bed, his cock softening, and kisses you.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly.

“Good,” you say, grinning, maybe a little drunkenly, brushing your noses together. “Really good. Horny.”

“Do you want them to fuck you, mi alma?” Pero reaches down and presses two fingers to your clit, unmoving. You cry out, your body keening. “Do you want them to show no mercy?”

“Yes,” you sigh, your cunt squeezing Frankie. He grunts, taking your nipple into his mouth.

“Tell them,” says Pero, backing away to give you space. Not that you have much room to breathe, sandwiched between two men.

Your head falls back against Dave’s shoulder, but your eyes find Frankie’s first. “Want you both to fuck me hard. Fuck me like you want to.”

Dave bares his teeth against your jawline. “You like being our little toy, hmm? You like being treated like a fucking princess, filled with our cum, letting us protect you?” You whimper, grinding down on their laps. They're so deep that your eyelids spark with white light. Dave releases a puff of air against your cheek. “Frankie killed a man today. I took all his goddamn dirty money. You're a rich woman. Can have anything you want.”

You let out a strangled moan, surprised by how deeply the words affect you. The promises contained in them. “Just lean on Dave, baby,” says Frankie, flicking his tongue over your nipple. “We’ll fuck you like you need.”

And they do.

This time, they don't alternate. They push inside you at the same time, pounding hard and fast into your ass and your cunt, giving you all of them without restraint. Leaning back against Dave, Frankie’s cock curves up against your g-spot with every thrust. You can't even speak, struck dumb by pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you feel every ridge and vein on their lengths. It's ecstasy. It sticks to your brain and burns in your throat. You're falling apart.

A thumb stroking your cheek, gentle and nothing like the thorough pounding they're giving you. It's Pero, anchoring you as you come, squeezing around Dave and Frankie. You can't even make a sound. It just trembles out of you, your entire body seizing. Vaguely, you can feel a sudden splash of wetness beneath you, and wonder if you really just fucking squirted.

“Fucking Christ.” Frankie is holding your hips, helping you ride it out, even though it seems you can barely move. You're locked down on them, so tight and so wet. “She's still coming.”

Are you? You don't know. You can't tell. It's all so much. So good. The pleasure doesn't crest like waves or recede; it's constant and saturated. It destroys you. Frankie, Dave, and Pero watch your orgasm deplete you, your cunt releasing sporadic spurts of your juices onto Frankie’s lap. He isn't even moving inside you, and it's enough to drag him close to the edge.

“She's so fucking tight, man. Can’t—can't last like this.”

“I feel it,” grunts Dave.

“My love. My beautiful girl. You must look at me, mi cielo.” Pero gently guides your face toward him. You blink open your tear-filled eyes and sob softly. “Do you want them to stop?”

You're weak and exhausted and losing your senses to the spaces between atoms, but you shake your head. “No,” you manage, barely a croak from your throat. “Want them to come inside me. Need… need to feel it.”

Pero, already hard again, kisses you softly. “Then you can take me, too, yes?”

You've only taken all three of them a few times. It's certifiable to wear you down and make you sore. But you need it. God, you need it. You almost died, and your husband strolled right into a hornet’s nest. Your favourite men on the planet put themselves in the line of fire to save you.

And… well, you're rich. You're alive. You deserve this.

You trace your finger over Pero’s scar and nod your head.

By the time Dave guides you on top of him, his chest to your back, and Pero situates himself next to Frankie on the bed, your legs are open wide enough to pass for a split, giving your men a good view of their dicks buried deep inside you. Pero growls, smacking the side of your thigh, his cock positioned at your cunt. “Relax, mi amor. This will feel good.”

“Nnnnhhh,” is all you can say in reply, turning your head to bury your face in Dave’s neck.

“It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you.” Dave holds you around the waist, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. You watch Pero fit his cock next to Frankie’s, slipping the head inside your tight hole.

“Holy shit,” says Frankie. “That's it, baby. Almost there.”

Your gasps are wet and weakened, your voice a shell as you take your husband’s cock, feeling it stretch you even wider, forcing Frankie’s length to slide relentlessly against your g-spot. You cry out hoarsely, reaching for a hand to hold. Dave laces your fingers together and lets you squeeze him hard enough to cut the circulation.

Pero bottoms out inside you, heavy and warm, smoothing his hand over your belly. “So full of us,” he muses. “So beautiful like this. You've always taken us so well, my love.”

“Pero,” you whimper. “Pero, it’s so much. You're so big.”

“I know, I know,” he coos. “Look how pretty you are, stretched out for us.” He thrusts shallowly, making stars burst in your eyes. “Tell us to move, amor. Tell us what to do.”

“Move. Please.”

Your head falls back when all three of them begin to thrust into you. It's Hedon. Frankie and Pero each grab hold of one of your calves, using them as leverage to keep your body still while they rock in and out of your cunt. Underneath you, Dave fucks your ass in short, hard thrusts. They're all groaning, whispering dirty thoughts, praising you for being such a good girl, and you cannot deny the boost to your ego that comes from three strong, deadly men moaning your name like it's prayer.

The noises of sex are obscene. Your pussy, already soaking wet from three orgasms, squelches with the pummelling you receive. Hearing your sweet, broken moans, unrestrained and unashamed, infect Pero, Dave, as Frankie’s blood. They’re positively animalistic with desire, wrapped tight around your hot little cunt. You're here, alive, safe in their arms, and moaning like a pornstar.

“Look at that,” says Frankie, his eyes fixed on the way you open up for all three of them. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

You cry out in response, turning your head and sinking your teeth into Dave’s neck. He grunts, his hips bucking up into you. He likes pain. All of them do, just a little.

“Dirty girl,” he says, nipping you right back. “You like it? Does it feel good?”

Your lips form a chorus of yes, yes, yes, your brain not quite catching up. You don't think you can physically have another orgasm, but your stomach tightens and you realise you don't know everything about yourself.

“Already?” teases Pero. Not that he's much better off. All three of them are dwindling, weakened by how fucking good you feel. He rubs small circles over your clit with his thumb, and you're gone. “You can come, my love. We will catch you.”

It's hard not to when his rough, midnight voice scrapes at the last of your willpower. Your orgasm rolls through you, your pussy clenching around Pero and Frankie, who groan in unison. They keep your legs from involuntarily kicking them right in the face as your body spasms, your vision white.

When the high recedes and you're left putty in their hands, they fuck you so hard and fast that the bed begins to creak and shift. You manage weak, sputtering moans as they take you like you're a little toy, using your body to get themselves off. How is it that you still feel so goddamn worshipped?

Maybe it's the way that Frankie bites down on your calf, his hips stuttering as he groans loudly, pushing his hips until all of him is buried inside you. Maybe it's the way Pero presses down on your belly, his grip on your thigh forcing it back toward your belly so he can get as deep as possible. Maybe it's Dave underneath you, his groans pitching up in your ear as he pushes balls-deep.

Maybe it's the way you can make them feel so good that they forget all their dirty little words.

Frankie comes first, his hot cum shooting inside your cunt as he keeps his teeth fixed to your calf. You sigh happily, your eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in the warmth of it, the comfort. He fills you so thoroughly that it dribbles out around his cock, coating his own balls as they continue to empty themselves into you.

Pero is next: you feel every pulse of his length inside you as he shoots his load into your womb, grunting like an animal and mumbling nonsense Spanish. His cum mixes with Frankie’s, dripping out of you and onto Dave’s balls with how much they've stretched you. You gasp when you feel another three spurts shoot inside you, emptying him of everything he has.

You're already a fucking filthy mess. Pero and Frankie refuse to pull out, the wild parts of them intent on keeping as much of their cum inside you as possible. Still, it drips out in thick white globs, staining the bedsheets and sliding down to your asshole. When Dave finally comes, it's with a hoarse moan, biting your jaw and pumping your tight hole full of his cum.

“Jesus,” croaks Frankie, his chest still heaving, watching Dave’s cock pulsate. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

Your own cry is broken. You’re covered in sweat and cum, your body so full that you can hardly move. Frankie and Pero pull out, and the feeling makes you shiver. They watch, somewhat regretfully, as more of their load slides out. Pero grasps the head of his sensitive cock and pushes as much cum as he can back inside, collecting what he cannot and spreading it around your whole pussy. “Pero!” you gasp.

It might be the hottest thing they've ever seen. You, fucked and dizzy, lying on top of Dave with your eyes half-closed. He pulls out last, his softening cock spurting one more stripe of cum onto your thigh. It's strange to feel empty with how deeply they've all filled you, but you can't complain. You don't think you ever will again.

“Oh my God.”

It’s all you manage to say. With a great deal of effort and will, Dave sits upright, bringing you with him. Your head still lolls on his shoulder, but you're at the perfect level for Frankie and Pero to pay you some much-needed attention.

Your husband smooths your sweat-matted hair back from your face and kisses you softly, letting you melt against him instead of Dave, while Frankie litters kisses all over your shoulders and Dave rubs his hand up and down your back. “You’re amazing, baby,” says the latter. “You did so well.”

You wind your arms around Pero’s neck and smile softly against his chest. “Feels good,” you mumble. “Feel so full.”

“You are,” says Pero, nudging his nose against your temple before he kisses it. “You're perfect.”

“I’ll go get some water,” says Frankie, giving your hip a soft squeeze. The bed feels lighter when he departs, but you're still vaguely aware of the fact it may collapse.

“My heart.” Pero’s hands skate up and down your sides. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmm. Hungry and tired.” You giggle, a little delirious. “Don't want to sleep in this bed, though. It's dirty.”

“Now it is,” chuckles Dave. “Can you walk?”

“If you get me a cane and an ibuprofen, I can walk over Niagara Falls.”

“Let me run you a bath,” says Pero. You let him guide you to the edge of the bed and pick you up like a new bride.

You grin up at him. “This brings back memories.”

He lowers you onto the cold vanity and gestures to Dave to start the bath. You vaguely register that Dave has put on his pants, but your eyes are on your husband, who's cupping your face in his hands. “Good memories,” he agrees, kneeling in front of you. “You were beautiful that day.”

You cover his hands with yours, stroking his rough knuckles. “I know. You cried.”

“I was marrying the most beautiful woman on the planet. I was happy to forgo my manliness for a moment.” He kisses your forehead. “Te amo. Te amo.”

“I love you, baby.” You rub your nose against his before you kiss him. “My protector.”

Frankie finds the three of you in the bathroom, holding a glass of water. “Here,” he says, now sporting his jeans again, though unzipped, kneeling at your side.

You give him a thankful smile and practically chug the water down. You're still trembling, so Pero helps you into the bathtub.

You sigh deeply at the hot water soothing your bones, sinking until only your head is above water. “This is nice.”

Pero moves to grab his clothes while Dave settles in front of you and gently kneads your thigh. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

You hook one leg over the edge and settle back, your eyes fluttering shut as Dave cleans you up. You moan a little in protest when the cloth catches on your abused clit, and it's Frankie’s hands gently kneading shampoo into your hair that dissolves your tension. “Sorry, sweetheart,” says Dave. “We put you through the ringer.”

“I can take it.”

“Yeah, you can.” He finishes wiping all of their cum off you and kisses your temple. “Want us to stay?”

You frown up at him. “Don't you have work to do? I figured one of Orlov’s family would've traced it back to you by now.”

“Not a chance.” Frankie squeezes your shoulder. “Tovar shut off the cameras and gave their system a virus for good measure. None of us were seen and Pope pulled the alarm on the way out. They’d know a sniper killed him, but that's about it.”

“And it's no surprise,” says Pero, returning with a ham-and-cheese sandwich on a plate. He’s still naked. “Orlov has many enemies. For all they know, one of them made the choice.”

“The right choice,” you say. “He tried to have me killed. I’m glad the bastard’s dead.”

“There's my frightening girl.” Pero sets the sandwich next to the tub, and you realise how hungry you are. “Eat, and we'll leave for the city tonight.”

You cross your arms on the edge of the tub and rest your chin on them, batting your lashes. “Will you get in here with me?”

“Better say yes, man,” Frankie says with a chuckle, “or I will.”

“Pendejo, vete a la mierda.” Pero smacks him upside the head. Frankie and Dave leave the bathroom, giving you a wink before they're gone.

Your husband settles behind you in the bathtub, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I know you were busy worrying about me,” you say, running your fingers up and down his strong arm, “but I want to know you're okay, too. You haven't slept.”

Pero kisses your jawline from behind. “You're in my arms, mi cielo. I’m all right because you're here.”

“You know that's not what I’m talking about.” You turn your head to meet his eyes, giving him a stern look. “Keeping me happy means taking care of yourself, too.”

Pero’s thumb and pinky idly stroke your belly. “Then I will sleep.” He presses his lips to your cheek. “I will eat.” He kisses your neck, your shoulder, your eyelids. “And I will do whatever you ask of me.”

You rest your cheek against his heart to feel it beat. It’s strong, steady, constant. It's an extension of your own. “Good. You can start by sharing this sandwich with me.”

THE END.

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Do you have any thoughts on the use of AAVE for Nile (or lack thereof) in TOG fanfiction? I've been reading some Book of Nile fic and some writers seem to write her as a Millennial™ (using words like "fave" and "woke") but never acknowledge her Blackness in her patterns of speech. I know we don't see her use as much AAVE in the films, but I would argue she's in situations where code-switching would be valued (first in a "professional" environment in the army, then around a group of non-Black strangers).

Hi anon! I have many thoughts on this and I'm honored you asked me! But I should start by saying I'm white and any thoughts Black fans and especially Black American fans have on this that they want to share would be beyond lovely. (I'm not gonna tag anybody bc that feels rude but please add onto this post if any of y'all see this and want to!)

The main reason I personally avoid AAVE for Nile in my own fics is because I'm not Black. But Nile-centric fics by Black writers tend to avoid using much of it too, at least from what I've noticed/understood, and my guess is it's largely for the reason you mention, that she's in situations that encourage code-switching.

In movie canon Nile is highly competent at tailoring her language to each situation she finds herself in. This fantastic linguistics analysis meta shows how skillfully Nile chooses her vocabulary and grammar to meet her goals with different conversation partners in different contexts. In comics canon Nile had a bunch of different civilian jobs before joining the Marines, so she would've had experience code-switching in the ways that made sense for all those different contexts as well as the Marines and her family and high school and wherever else she spent her time before we met her. And now she's spending her time with a handful of immortals none of whom are native English speakers and a fellow Black American but one with a Queen's English UK accent whose professional experience is in the CIA where high-status code-switching is often an absolute must for success or even survival.

Fics featuring Nile are charged with extrapolating from that to how it might show up in her use of language that she's coping with a traumatic separation from her family and her career and pretty much everything she's ever known and now she needs to be able to make herself understood to people who seem to care about her and each other but are super duper in crisis, three (soon to be four) of whom predate Modern English entirely and the only one who's anywhere near her contemporary she's not supposed to talk to for a century. All of these people are telling her that pretty much any contact with any mortals poses an existential threat to her and the rest of the group. How the FUCK is she supposed to cope with that, like, generally? And would it be a more effective way for her to cope if she talked to Andy Joe and Nicky using the speech patterns that she used to use with her mom and brother, to at least retain that part of her identity even if it means having to do a lot of explaining, or would it meet her needs better to prioritize Andy Joe and Nicky understanding what she means with her words over using the particular words and grammar forms she used with her family?

I've seen several fics, both Nile-centric / BoN and otherwise, explore this a little bit in how/whether Nile uses Millennial™ speak. It's often a theme in Nile texting Booker despite the exile because of the popular headcanon that he as The Tech Guy is the only other immortal who understands memes. But Nile's much-younger-than-Booker mom probably uses Boomer and/or Gen X memes and Andy has been adapting to new communication styles for forever as evidenced by her canon high level of fluency with standard-American-accented English.

Which brings us back to people avoiding AAVE because they're not Black and they don't want to make mistakes (or they're not Black and they don't want to get yelled at for making mistakes, though I think many people overestimate how much they'll get yelled at while underestimating how much these mistakes can hurt). I can imagine some Black fans hold back from using much AAVE in fic because they don't want to share in-group stuff with white people who are likely to then adopt and ruin it, as white people so often do with Black cultural stuff. Some links about this including a great Khadija Mbowe video. I'm saying this gently, anon, because you might not know: woke, an example you cited as Millennial™ speak, is AAVE, and that's gotten erased by so many white people appropriating it and using it incorrectly online.

And also there's the part where fandom is a hobby and you never know when you're reading a fic that's the very first thing someone's ever written outside of a school assignment. This cultural considerations of language shit takes a level of effort and skill that not everybody puts into every fic, or even could if they wanted to because they haven't had time to build their skills yet. It's definitely easier for non-Black fans to project our millennial feels onto Nile than to do the layers of research and self-reflection it requires to depict what Blackness might mean to Nile, and it's not surprising that often people sharing their hobby creations on the internet have gone the easier route. There's not even necessarily shame in doing what's easier. It's just frustrating and often hurtful when structural white supremacy means that 3-dimensional Black characters are rare in media and thoughtful explorations of them in fandom are seen by the majority of fans as not-easy to make and therefore Nile Freeman, the main character in The Old Guard (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood, has the least fic and meta and art made about her of our 5 main immortals.

I've been active in different fandoms off and on for twenty years and I barely managed to write 5,000 words about Sam Wilson across multiple different fics in the 7 years since I fell in love with him. There's an alchemy to which characters we connect with, and on top of that which characters we connect with in a way that causes us to create stuff about them. Something about Nile Freeman finally tipped me over the edge from a voracious reader to a voracious writer. It's not for me to judge which characters speak to other individuals to the level of creating content about them, but I do think it's important for us to notice, and then work to fight, the pattern where across this fandom as a whole Nile gets way less content, and way less depth in so much of the content that's in theory about her, than any of these other characters.

Anyway, back to language. My two long fics feature Nile with several Black friends — Copley and OCs and cameos from other media — but all of those characters except Alec Hardison from Leverage aren't American. It's very possible I'm guilty of stereotyping Black British speech patterns in I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore. I watched hours and hours of Black haircare YouTube videos in the research for that fic and I modeled my OCs' speech patterns on what I heard from some of those YouTubers as well as what I've heard people like John Boyega and Idris Elba saying in interviews, but the thing about doing your best is you still might fuck up.

I'm slowly making progress on my WIP where Nile and Sam Wilson are cousins, and what ways of talking with a family member might be authentic for Nile is a major question I need to figure out. For that, I'm largely modeling my writing choices on how I hear my Black friends and colleagues talking to each other. I haven't overheard colleagues talking in an office in a long-ass time, but back when that was a thing, I remember seeing a ton of nuance in the different ways many of my Black colleagues would talk to each other. Different people have different personalities! And backgrounds! And priorities! A few jobs ago my department was about 1/3 Black and we worked closely with Obama administration staff many of whom were Black and there was SO MUCH VARIETY in how Black people talked to each other, about work and workplace-appropriate personal stuff, where I and other white coworkers could hear. There are a few work friends in particular who I have in my head when I'm trying to imagine how Sam and Nile might talk to each other. From the outside looking in, God DAMN is shit complicated, intellectually and interpersonally and spiritually, for Black people who are devoting their professional lives to public service in the United States.

One more aspect of this that I have big thoughts on but I need to take extra care in talking about is the idea of acknowledging Nile's Blackness in her patterns of speech. There's no one right way to be Black, and Nile's a fictional character created by a white dude but there are plenty of real-life Black Americans who don't use much or even any AAVE, for reasons that are complicated because of white supremacy. (Highly highly recommend this video by Shanspeare on the harms of the Oreo stereotype.)

Something that's not the same but has enough similarity that I think it's worth talking about is my personal experience with authenticity and American Jewish speech patterns. My Jewish family members don't talk like they're in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and I've known lots of people who do talk that way (or the millennial version of it), some of whom have questioned my Jewishness because I don't talk that way. That hurts me. Sometimes when another Jew tells me some shit like "I've never heard a Jew say y'all'd've," I can respond with "well now you have asshole, bless your Yankee-ass heart," because the myth of Dixie is a racist lie but I will totally call white Northerners Yankees when they're being shitty to me for being Southern, and this particular Jew fucking revels in using "bless your heart" with maximum polite aggression, especially with said Yankees. But sometimes I don't have it in me to say anything and it just quietly hurts having an important part of me disbelieved by someone who shares that important part of me. The sting isn't quite the same when non-Jews disbelieve or discount my Jewishness, but that hurts too.

Who counts as authentically Jewish is a messy in-group conversation and it doesn't really make sense to explain it all here. Who counts as authentically Jewish is a matter of legal status for immigration, citizenship, and civil rights in Israel, and it's my number 2 reason after horrific treatment of Palestinians that I'm antizionist. But outside that extremely high-stakes legal situation, it can just feel really shitty to not be recognized as One Of Us, especially by your own people.

It can also feel really shitty to be The Only One of Your Kind in a group, even if that group is an immortal chosen family who all loves each other dearly. Sometimes especially in a situation like that where you know those people love you but there are certain things they don't get about you and will never quite be able to. I'm definitely projecting at least a little bit of my "lonely Jew who will be alone again for yet another Jewish holiday" stuff onto Nile when at the end of I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore she's thinking about being the only Black immortal and moving away from the community she'd built with a mostly-Black group of mortals in that fic. Maybe that tracks, or maybe that's fucked up of me.

Basically, this got very long but it's complicated, writing about experiences that aren't your own takes skill which in turn takes time and practice to build, writing about experiences not your own that our society maligns can cause a lot of harm if done badly, it can also cause a lot of harm when a large enough portion of a fandom just decides to nope out of something that's difficult and risky because then there's just not much content about a character who deserves just a shit ton of loving and nuanced content, people are individuals and two people who come from the exact same cultural context might show that influence in all kinds of different ways, identity is complicated, language is complicated, writing is hard, and empathy and humility and doing our best aren't a guarantee of avoiding harm but they do go a long way in helping people create thoughtful content about a character as awesome and powerful and kind and messy and scared and curious and WORTHY as Nile Freeman.

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Didn’t Need Burrow (May 23rd-25th)

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Astruc admitted Sabine was based on an ex and Marinette is what he imagined their daughter to be like. He later admits Audrey was based on an ex and Chloe is what he imagined their daughter would be like. Despite moving on, he still bitter and created two teen girls as "payback" against his exes.

The whole “virtual daughter” thing still squicks me out.

Also, I don’t actually take “Didn’t Need Burrows” referring specifically to the staff/fandom since that’s outside of the show, but I also definitely think about them all the time and like sticking them in here.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Building off of the "Adrien knows about Marinette's crush on him and tells Plagg about it" Burrow, Plagg will point out to Adrien that this is a bad idea and what he is doing is wrong and that Adrien is leading Marinette on so as to stroke his own ego. He will not be listened to, and the show portray him as in the wrong, despite him being right, because anybody who stands up for Marinette's agency deserves to be shut down. In the meantime, Adrien will be allowed to continue

Bonus if Plagg will be considered “wrong” because Adrien not leading Marinette on would lead to him being sAd because Marinette isn’t fawning over him anymore (as if he doesn’t have a million fans).

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Zoe will be presented not only as "Chloe if she was good person", but also as "Marinette if she wasn't constantly making mistakes"

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Zoe will be basically Marinette if "Marinette's Mistake of the Week" formula never existed.

Sounds about right.

Amazing what can happen when the show doesn’t have a gun to your head telling you to make mistakes in every episode.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: The show delves into a shitty harem as the writers forget that Adrien is not the main character. Who knows, maybe Zoe will join the harem.

The only reason I feel like Zoe wouldn’t be a part of Adrien’s harem is so she can ship the love square.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: There will be Animaestro-type episode where Marinette "makes alliance" with (read: is manipulated by) Chloe or Lila against Zoe. In the end she is only one punished, while her "partner in crime" (or rather person who manipulated her) walks away completely scot-free.

To the surprise of no one. Can’t have the antagonists be punished, because that would make sense.

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Don't Need a Burrow: (narrative-wise) Agreste's family drama and Bourgeois's sisters drama will overshadow whatever Marinette character arc will be in season 4.

I’m taking this a step further and saying that Marinette in generall will keep having her plots/”arcs” overshadowed by everyone else.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Marinette will be akumatized. She will be easily defeated due to "bond" between Chat Noir and Temporary Ladybug Zoe. This will be presented like Ladybug's constant refuse to "bond" with Chat Noir was reason why their fights with Akumatized Villains are so hard. (bonus: This episode will be followed by a group of fans that would state that Zoe should replace Marinette as Ladybug Miraculous Holder and not Chloe as Bee Miraculous Holder.)

Uggggh, I’m always waiting for the “love square magical bond” garbage.

Also, the bonus reminds me of the fact that I don’t understand people who hate on both Marinette and Luka but continue to ship the love square. Like, wouldn’t they want to ship Adrien with someone “””worthy””” of him??

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Don't Need a Burrow: If Marinette akumatization has Miracle Queen-type set-up, Chat Noir will quickly defeat her and whatever all other Miraculous Holders alone (or optionally supported by Temporary Ladybug Zoe). This will be presented by narrattive as proof of why Chat Noir is Brawn in Ladybug-Chat Noir duo. (Bonus: After that episode Adrien stans will make mass of "I hope this will shut up everyone who think that Chat Noir is useless/weaker than Ladybug/etc." type posts)

At this point, I’ve just grown numb to Chat suddenly being able to do things that don’t make sense for him.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Temporary Ladybug Zoe

Okay but is she keeping the black highlights or do they turn red. These are important questions.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Kagami will be changed (ret-conned) into Adrienette (or other Love Square's part) shipper after "Lies"

Something similar is already on the card so that’s fun. :’3

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Don't Need a Burrow: Zoe, not Marinette, will be wearing that dress from the Season 4 Concept Art.

*eye twitch*

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Don't Need a Burrow: Rena Rogue will be appearing even when she isn't needed to defeat Akuma of the Week. This will be probably used to justify Chat Noir's increasing resent up towards Ladybug and (probably) consequent reversal of Love Square.

anything: *happens*

Chat Noir: bad Ladybug

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Don't Need a Burrow: Ending: Marinette will willingly sacrifice herself to wake up from coma/ressurect Emilie. Both Adrien and Gabriel will be happy that Emilie is back. Adrien will have his happy relationship/ending with Zoe whom personality is (or was ret-conned into) "Marinette in anything but name". (Bonus points: if everyone behave like Marinette never existed after Emilie revival)

I’m sad.

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Don't Need a Burrow: If Akuma of the Week isn't Reflekta/Mr Pigeon/Gigantitan/etc,.Pig Miraculous"s "Gift" power will basically fail and only make current Akumatized Villain angrier and more determined to achieve his goal, basically restarting whole fight against Akuma.

PIGELLA NO

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Don't Need a Burrow: Lila will never react to Zoe becoming more popular than her

I imagine Zoe isn’t the same age as Chloe since they’re not twins, so Zoe at least won’t be in Bustier’s class.

Now, if they make her a Lila slave, then we’ll see.

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Didn't Need Burrow to know that Marinette is going to hate Zoe for being related to Chloe and this will be limited to her or she'll be the only one scolded for it (likely by Adrien), because you can't hate someone for who they're related to (which actually is a good lesson but ml will probably f it up somehow).

I feel like the writers just look at a character and go, “okay, how can we engineer them in a way for Marinette to mess up around them?

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Didn't need Burrow - Chat will find out Rena Rouge knows her identity and becomes angry bc "You and me against the world, m'lady." This will cause one episode of Adrienette becoming closer and Ladynoir drifting apart before Chat magically forgives her like it was no big deal after she makes a huge gesture to get him back.

You’d think they’d have worn out the reset button by now...

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Didn't need burrow: one of two things will happen, either Adrien will try to help Luka get back together with Marinette (basically the same plot as Mr. pigeon 72) or the relationship will not be brought up ever again and Mari and Luka don't really directly interact with each other anymore

“Bonus” if Adrien is “taught a lesson” that he shouldn’t meddle, and it’s only because he chose to meddle in Lukanette. “Double bonus” if his attempts actually get Lukanette back together but this is presented as a bad thing (for some reason)..

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Don't Need a Burrow: Zoe will be(e)come pernament Bee Miraculous Holder.

This won’t be added because I think we already got official confirmation on this?

Oh, or do you mean “permanent” as in her keeping the miraculous eventually?

edit: yes, that’s what they meant (also, A+ pun)

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Don't Need a Burrow: Every Miraculous Holder introduced in Season 4 will be will lose right to their Miraculous, except Zoe/Vesperia.

lol me just imagining them struggling over either making models or trying to not use those miraculouses anymore.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Luka will be forced to say Adrien and Marinette are perfect for each other in "Optigami".

Wow, show, why don’t you just prove more that you’re purposefully pointing out that you’re giving Marinette a grand total of One “Obvious” Option.

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Unsure if this one has been sent yet but | Didn't Need Burrow: Alya is going to continue Marinette to pursue Adrien even after Marinette broke down and said she doesn't have time for love right now.

We have some similar ones I think.

“Marinette’s feelings towards moving on are invalidated/ignored by one of her “friends” to push for the Love Square“

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Sandboy 2.0: Ladybug's nightmare will be about Chat Noir abandoning/hating her

I was dumb enough to raise an eyebrow at this like, “Would they really reuse akum--oh wait.”

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I'm gonna try and go for a good Didn't Need Burrow: WHen Sole Crusher gets Marinette we'll either get a lovely King Kong moment between them, or Chat Noir will come in and save her (and it'll possibly be a moment of reverse love square).

If they have Marinette doing the cliche “crushing because they got saved” I’m gonna throw hands.

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Don't need to burrow:

Marinette will never have a heart to heart with Luka revealing she's Ladybug or even explain the reason for their breakup.

Just gonna slap a big asterisk on this because it’s like:

*despite Luka being an obvious choice and they could’ve worked out the issue but the show is afraid of the side ship they’ve created working out better than the love square itself

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Don't need to Burrow: For Optigami, the episode will barely or never acknowledge Luka's and Marinette's relationship/breakup. It will be ignored and we won't have any cute Lukanette moments. As long as Adrien is in the picture, Luka will be always sidelined.

Honestly that last one is basically one of the commandments of this show.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Lila will now only appear in cameos (probably without even any voice lines).

show writers, shoving Lila under a rug: Leela Ransai?? Never heard of him.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Since Lukanette is over, Luka can be ret-conned from show. Everyone will behave like he never existed at all (and Lukanette never hapenned).

We at least know that Luka now appears in a later episode, but this could easily be worded as “Luka can be retconned away from being Marinette’s love interest and everyone will act like he and Marinette aren’t that close or never made soft eyes at each other.”

Except I wouldn’t count on Lukanette being retconned because that would stop the show from being allowed to make Marinette feel bad and guilty and possibly cause another akuma over it, plus possibly Luka “rejecting” his feelings for her and thus making her feel worse that he sees her in a lesser light.

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Don't Need a Burrow: There will be an episode that will break "Mr Pigeon" episode record of "Don't Need a Burrow" and close calls.

Not gonna lie, I would be legitimately impressed if that happened. I’m just wondering what predictions would be mashed together to make it as such.

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t Need Burrow to know that Zoey (I heard somewhere that that’s how her name is going to be in America, it might be wrong), is going to get involved in the love square somehow.

Bonus:

Or she will replace Kagami’s role as Marinette’s friendly rival, and when her heart gets broken Marinette will be the one to blame, for no reason, like always. Or she will have an interest in Marinette, since it seems they are going to be close friends, only for Marinette to put her in the friend zone, and she gets akumatized. People will blame Marinette for giving false hopes to the girl, even though, she never acted different than how a friend would act.

All girls exist to comment/have an opinion on the love square, obviously, and they’re antagonists/villains if they have a negative opinion on it.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Writers will use Alya bashing concept of Alya proposing Lila as potential new Miraculous Holder. Marinette will obviously refuse, but due to fact that Lila is suddenly ret-conned into being good person this is Marinette's Mistake of the Week. She will repair it by making Lila pernament Miraulous Holder

Waiting for the one episode long Lila redemption...

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Sabrina will be redeemed. She will change from Chloe's servant... to Zoe's servant.

and it’s fine of course because Zoe and Sabrina are best friends and Sabrina is doing this all happily and willingly.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Alya will be changed into basically Marinette's Guardianship mentor

Somehow, this is one of the ones I hate the most because it seems accurate so far.

#((''Sole Crusher'' airing in a bit so needed to get this out now.))#((''Mr. Pigeon 72'' is such trash for most of it so I wanna salt but after seeing the trailer for ''Optigami'' BOYYYY))#((better to wait it out.))#((Four episodes in a week and my brain is mush.))#Didn't Need Burrow #((I'll put these on the spreadsheet later. I'm tired.))

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nuclearanomaly · 2 years

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📓📓📓 DEPOSITS A LIBRARY IN YOUR LAP

Hope your ready for some Bookshop AU brainrot because here we go

I will treat you to the one that I thought of literally just this morning which is:

Bookshop AU (ofc) but Estinien begs a favour out of Nini that results in her and Fray doing Band Chores together. The details of what that is is still ambiguous bc my main thoughts are mainly of it being their first kind of meeting and Fray being like “oh, yeah, you’re Estinien’s girlfriend.” and Nini losing her mind. Fray + Band Chores can also = a cameo of our favourite Lizard with a Licence because I also want to shove in some writing and references to the glory that is the Hagane Myste Orl Household tm. Maybe Hanami was picking up Rielle from school before showing up just so I can shove her in there as well. I wish I could give you more but I literally was hit with thought when I woke up so it’s very fresh.

I have VERY MANY THOUGHTS about Bookshop AU the Gang Goes Camping. With things that NEED to happen being:

Estinien makes Nini the very best most legit smores because Nini has never had real scores before (a crime)

Estinien and Nini go off to get a good view to look at the stars because Nini is a city kid and has never seen a proper night sky

Estinien gives Nini his sweater to wear because she is cold

Wow it’s dark maybe they should hold hands so Nini doesn’t trip or get lost in the dark

Nini goes to sleep still wearing his sweater because it’s warm and cozy

Estinien absolutely ends up cuddling / spooning Nini in the night and some of the gang get to wake up before them, see it and and >:3c about it.

Also slaps the person a wakes up before person b and gets to lay there like “oh god they’ll freak out but if I just keep faking being asleep they’ll never know that I know” in here. And in this case Nini is person a and she gets to freak out and fake being asleep while Estinien wakes up too (self combusts just thinking about it)

what else do I want to feature since you demanded a library?

Probably the fake dating dinner scenario that I still think about all the time but never do anything with despite thinking about it all the time. There's a lot I am still avoiding in all verses but also mainly this one like Nini's name lore and how that translates to this verse and just naming he pa Nini’s parents attempt to set her up at a fancy dinner and Nini panic begs Estinien to be her fake long term boyfriend and takes him to dinner. Things that this involves are:

Estinien getting to see the alien that is I have money and I act like it Nini as she manipulates the restaurant staff into getting an extra seat / dinner served to the table under her parents tab (this is a surprise tool that will come back to punish her later)

Nini’s Parents wanting to have a fit but needing to seem Nice in front of the date they’d lined up since any date they line up is also Business with a capital B

Estinien covered in tattoos yeah I’m in a band Varlineau like what the fuck is this food for ants as they gets served the most frivolous meal and he eats with all the wrong utensils but also mostly on purpose because he quickly determines he doesn’t like Nini’s parents and is gonna make them suffer through this meal.

I like to think the random dude that is set up to be Nini’s date is actually really nice and asked them a bunch of questions about their relationship with genuine interest (since Nini’s parents don’t seem to be doing that and by the sounds of it they too have just met him??) And confronts Estinien after the dinner to just be like “you guys seem happy I’m glad that this ended up as it did I hope you two continue to be happy together” and Estinien’s like UHHHHHH

also because the supper was stupid rich food they get take out after because they need some REAL food

OKAY WAIT NO ONE MORE

this will be short because like I don’t have much but this one is for you. Riding off the Parents stuff above

I think LOTS about a fic that is Maki confronting Estinien, interrogation in a dark room style after he and Aymeric come in from getting Drinks during a visit to the Enclave / the Hagane’s residence. But this is AU where Nini’s met her parents and had a bad time. So on this visit she’s feeling a bit sad and angsty that like her parents didn’t love her. And it’s p obvious something is up but Nini keeps brushing everything off with “oh nothing”s and “Im fines” and Maki is like no more games. Shines a light in Estinien’s face “what happened to Ninira” I exaggerate but I want him to be like borderline shits himself looks at Aymeric like “help” when Maki sitting alone in the dark of the Hagane living room asks him to “talk” and Aymeric can only be like bro idk say goodnight to his mother in law and leave

this is NOTHING but I think about it sometimes but also don’t want to Butcher the Momganes BUT I THINK ABOUT THEM MOMING NINI AND I CRY

okay? okay.

#ask meme #Bookshop AU #technically #my modern AU brain rot can go on for DAYS #Thanks Cyan I hope you enjoy this library of train wreck thoughts #with a bonus one that is Not bookshop (gasp) at the end there #god Tumblr really be like we're going to give you the worst text editor ever and you'll thank us #this was hell #pls just let me select and delete paragraphs man

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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cheers to friendship and fried oreos

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ highlight reel filming and just some yoonmi and hobi fluff bc ive been watching a lot of hobi content recently (plus some mark and yoonmi bc im still soft for these two)

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

“Thanks again, I’m so sorry for adding to your schedule.”

“Hey, anything for you. See you!”

Yoonmi could hear the beeping at the end of the line meaning Mark ended the call. She smiled to herself, a fluttery feeling filling her stomach, and tucked her phone away into her pocket. This was the second time they were working together for a song, except the feature was Mark instead of Yoonmi. She was excited, that’s for sure. For now, though, she needed to film her scenes for Bangtan’s highlight reels.

Yoonmi rushed into the set wearing her uniform. She was a little anxious to meet the person acting as the guy for her highlight reel. All she knew about him was that he was a year older than her and that he spoke English. Sejin patted her shoulder and pointed at the camera he was holding. Yoonmi immediately gave a smile and waved.

“Hi, everyone,” she pulled on her pigtails a bit, “We’re here in Geumcheon again to film my part. As you can see, I have a more girly and less rebellious concept compared to the I Need U/Run/Prologue era. If you connect our stories, you’ll understand why.”

“Why do you seem anxious?”

“The oppas have girl trainees doing cameos in their parts,” Yoonmi told the camera, “and I have no idea who’s filming with me. I hope he’s nice. No one told me who I was working with, so I’m about to find out. My concept today is walking on the sidewalk lost in thought and almost stepping on the street until my partner stops me. That and a few other scenes.”

The director called her over at the time, and she perked up. She could see a person who she was sure was not a staff member. He was wearing the same uniform she was with headphones resting around his neck. She picked at the ends of her blazer sleeve as she walked over. The director smiled at her as she arrived.

“Nice to see you again, Miya-ssi,” he began. “I’m sure working with you will be a breeze, as always. Your leading man is standing right behind you.”

She turned around to see the familiar face of her friend for three years at that point. “Hyuckie oppa!”

“Miss me?” Haechan grinned at her before giving her a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you?” she asked him. “Wait, is this even allowed?”

“Well,” he began while they stepped out of the hug, “BigHit casted a few of our trainees, and the company thought, why not capitalize on our friendship?”

A giggle slipped past her lips at his bluntness before the staff called them over. She led him over to the little corner of the street that they’d be filming nearby. They were given their scripts to read over once again, but Yoonmi had everything memorized to the last punctuation mark. She noticed Haechan only read over it once as well.

“Have you read the script before?” she asked him.

“Of course,” Haechan poked her cheek, “I had it memorized by the day after they gave it to me!”

She laughed. Of course he did. “Does Hannah unnie know you’re here? Or Mark oppa? Jisung?”

“They think I’m featuring on a variety show on my own,” he gave her a mischievous grin and holding his hand out for a pinkie promise, “I thought we could make it a surprise for when the video is out?”

She nodded, smiling and linking their pinkies to start of their handshake. As soon as they finished, laughs filling the set, they were called to begin filming. Yoonmi quickly ran to the other end of the sidewalk while Haechan stood by her ending position. She was handed a backpack and a few folders to carry. She gave him a quick “fighting” sign, which he returned.

On the director’s cue, she walked down the sidewalk with a glazed look in her eyes. She stopped in front of Haechan then faced the street, watching the motorcycles of staff members passing by. She tilted her head and stepped towards the street. Haechan grabbed her wrist. She turned around and looked up at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“I’m fine. Thank you, sunbaenim,” Yoonmi bowed then gently tugged her hand when she straightened up. Haechan looked down at their hands then let go. He nodded a bit then stepped back.

“Be careful,” he told her before walking away. Yoonmi stared at his retreating figure until he got behind the camera. He then proceeded to cringe at his acting. It took Yoonmi every inch of self-control in her body to not laugh at him.

“Cut! Let’s go over it first.”

Yoonmi ran to Haechan and smiled widely while giving him a high five. He laughed at her before bringing her to the screens where they monitored the scene.

“Wah,” Yoonmi oohed, “you look cool there.”

The boy’s face lit up at the compliment, “I got a compliment from my sunbae!”

“You’re so weird,” Yoonmi laughed while shoving him. “I can already tell this will go by a lot smoother than the staff expects.”

Before Yoonmi could say any more, the director called for the shoot to start. With a small look of encouragement, they went back to their starting points.

The day ended after what felt like forever. The two friends sat in one of the waiting areas, chatting over a few snacks.

“You know,” Yoonmi looked at her friend, “I’m glad it’s you. I would have been awkward with anyone else.”

Haechan gave her a look. It wasn’t one joking or playful. It didn’t even seem thoughtful, he was just observing her, a small smile on his face.

“What?” she asked him.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Nothing. I’m just really happy we’re friends. I think, outside the group, you’re my best friend.”

A warm feeling filled her. “You’re mine, too.”

“Me?” he raised an eyebrow at her. “Mark hyung, Haeeunie, Jisung, even Chenle?”

“Well,” she shrugged, “they’re different. You’re the one I’ve soent most time with, and I think you’re the one I’ve talked to most about more deep stuff. Remember after the SHINee concert?”

Haechan laughed and nodded. He raised his milk carton to her. “To our friendship, then, best friend.”

“To our friendship, best friend,” she knocked her milk carton to his, and they took a sip.

It was then when her manager told her that her van areived to take her to another schedule. She thanked Haechan with a hug and told him she’d see him again in a few days for the second filming before rushing into her van that just arrived. The moment she hopped inside, though, she saw someone she didn’t expect.

“Hobi oppa!”

She let out a fit of loose giggles while rushing into his open arms. She quickly stuck her arms under his jacket and curled up right on his lap.

“Looks like you had a cold filming day,” he laughed at her. “You ready to record some songs?”

“Of course,” she grinned up at him. “It’s you who I’m recording with. When have I never been ready to record with you?”

Hoseok chuckled and tightened his grip around her. She never failed to make him smile even after she’s gone through a long day of filming. He tucked her head under his chin and started humming a little tune. He could feel the 01 liner shuffling around and moving her head.

“Oppa, all I can smell is your perfume and whatever fried food you ate on the way here.”

“I got Yoongi hyung to make some of those fried oreos you showed us last year,” he grinned while pulling out a container from behind him.

She backed up to the seat next to him and squealed at the sight of the fairly large container filled with the fried sweets. She excitedly took the container and opened it up while Hoseok smiled fondly at her. She made a small sound of thanks when he patted her head. She already knew her cheeks puffed up once again. She was probably eating way too many calories, but she could deal with that later.

“Any reason you wanted me in the studio with you today instead of Yoongi hyung?”

“Mark oppa is coming over,” she tried to inform him through oreo-filled cheeks. “We’re recording Wannabe. I thought we could use your energy for that type of song.”

The smile on Hoseok’s face when he heard her words was all Yoonmi needed to gain her energy back. She offered him a fried oreo, which he gladly took.

“You’ll need your energy up, oppa,” she grinned at him. “I’m running off of the adrenaline of filming with my best friend.”

“Jungkookie?”

“Outside Bangtan,” she added with a laugh, “I’m just really excited because I’m filming with Hyuckie oppa!”

“And seeing Minhyung later,” he said nonchalantly while biting into the oreo. Yoonmi sputtered and hit his arm.

“Oppa!”

#yoonmi.ynwa #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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piracytheorist · 3 years

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I sure won't be rewatching Tales of Arcadia anytime soon that's for sure. Imma be shady so oops. I was so scared they were gonna make Zouxie canon bc that ship got a lot of attention in the fandom that it never occurred to me that worse decisions could have been made, and they were. Thanks for hearing me out. You're the only toa-ish blog I follow but I stayed for Ethan Winters.

RIP Krell though, the staff did not give him any friends of his own or character development. They really left him in the dust after 3Below. 😔

I'm honestly in the mood to rewatch Wizards to cleanse my palate, but it's understandable if you want to stay away from the franchise for now. I'm actually surprised Zoe didn't make a single appearance, unless there was a tiny cameo somewhere in the background and I missed it. Though I'm pretty sure they had finished most of the development for the film before Wizards was out, so they wouldn't have been able to add more Zoe, if they wanted to.

You're welcome <3 and I'm glad you're enjoying my current addiction to Ethan Winters. I'll definitely go back to blogging about him soon.

Yeah, again, movies with ensemble casts are hard to balance, to make each character shine and develop. Some are going to be pushed aside, and Krel happened to be one of those in the film. Shame.

#rott spoilers #toa spoilers #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive

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heymeowmao · 3 years

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[2021.05.09] https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324635020550603071

4:46:05. bring it.

LYN: Wasn’t the SHL Concert just a few days ago? A lot of friends (fans) came and told me they watched it for me. There’s no need for that. If you enjoy it, just watch it. There’s no need to watch FOR me. As long as you’re happy. In any case, if I had gone I would have been there to sing, not to watch. But a lot of people want me to do a reaction video on them singing Tian Wen. I was really busy, so I didn’t really pay attention to what all was going on at the time, but I did tell my staff to send over a clip of them singing. Maybe we can do a live- reaction today.

/talking about how one of his fans got married, and she posted “Congratulations to [husband’s name] for nabbing someone LYN couldn’t get” and the other comments are “I want to see what someone who LYN couldn’t get looks like.”/ LYN: I told you before! Looks don’t matter. 100 years from now our appearances won’t matter, we’d have turned to dust already. I always say it’s what you leave on this world that’s the most important. It isn’t your face- your shell- it’s... what can you leave behind? Your house! No, that’s not right. What you leave on this earth.. to me... it’s a trace of Liu Yuning. Let’s say 200 years from now! We’ll all be gone. I don’t believe anyone watching this stream will still be around, ok? 200 years from now, we’re all gone- but QQ Music is still around. It’ll still be around, right? You open QQ Music and search “Liu Yuning”- I hope all my songs will be there. Comment: No one’s going to be searching. LYN then compromises, and tells everyone watching to leave this task to their descendants. Like, create a “family heirloom” and in it, on a piece of paper, write “QQ Music; Search Liu Yuning” XD

LYN: I’ll carve it on my headstone. “Look up Modern Brother’s Liu Yuning” Comment: Don’t say that, it’s bad luck. LYN: It’s ok. For me, as an actor... I’m not going to be too superstitious, because I’ve already played... a corpse. In my previous drama (Heroes) not only do I play a corpse, I’m laying on a pile of firewood. LYN: I’ve acted in four things. Five, if you count my cameo in Line Walker. In the cameo role, I... died. In Hot-Blooded Youth... I died. /sigh/ LYN: I just thought of my next drama. I can’t help but sigh. [t/n: I guess this means he dies in that, too? XDD]

1:04:30 - The SHL Concert “Tian Wen” Reaction Video Begins LYN: First of all, they’re very sincere. I think they made changes to the arrangement, too. That’s not an easy thing to do. LYN: Gong Jun-laoshi’s singing improved! LYN: It’s really not bad! I told everyone this before- music is something that brings happiness. It really does, and this makes me want to sing along. Do you feel that way? When you hear them sing, you want to sing along? Don’t you? I don’t know about you, but I do. LYN: Very stable. People who don’t know music may not know, but this part is very low, if you’re not stable enough, it’s very easy to break on this note. But these two sang it, very stable.

- Jing Tian came in and starting requesting songs :) - LYN sang 2 JJ Lin songs (suffered through them, more like. the key’s too high. hahaha) - Sang 2 songs for Mother’s Day - He was maybe singing a little too enthusiastically. Someone came to knock on his door, which gave a little scare bc at first they thought a fan had found his house. Later they reasoned that maybe he was singing too loud and someone made a noise complaint lol - Sang Rattan OST “Originally Able To” to thank Jing Tian for making them into the hot search list

3:18:30 LYN: A few days ago I thought about making a video.. commenting on all my negative comments/criticisms against me. How about this- are there any anti-fans in my stream right now? LOL. If you’re here, feel free to diss me. Everyone here will give you a fight. Are there? If there are any anti-fans here type ‘1′ so I can spot you. Are there? There are! Ok. Admin, take down these usernames and then tomorrow- check their weibo to see if they really did talk shit about me. If they did, let’s SUE them. XD Comment: Anti-fans won’t watch your stream LYN: You’re wrong. Anti-fans love me. Their love is the type where they can’t bear to leave me. -This counts as fishing- I’m baiting my antis. LOL. A lot of my fans, they can’t last four hours in my stream. But THEY can. Not only do they stay 4 hours, the y watch the playback twice. Looking for any topics they can add fire to. LYN: Antis really love me. To all the antis out there, let me say. Keep holding on. Hold on until you’re 60 and then when the time comes find me and I’ll treat you to a meal.

Funky Music Festival Time

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #let's see what fun stories we have this time...#i know Jing Tian came in and requested songs lol #meowmao works

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metalbatandzenko · 4 years

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Hey, are you doing headcanons still? Could I get some for my boy Amai Mask or Zenko please? Things haven't been great here, I might have lost my honor's placement. Thank you!

Hey, I’m sorry to hear that. If you need to talk I’m here.

And I’m always down for doing headcanons!

Amai Mask

His eyesight is actually terrible. He wears contacts most of the times, but in the morning and the evening he has little librarian glasses (chain and everything) that he wears. The only people who know about them are his staff. He never wears them outside, even if he’s just going onto the balcony of his penthouse, he puts on his contacts,

He’s a fairly good cook. He used to not be able to cook well at all, but he asked his private chef to teach him, so he’s able to fend for himself now. He made a pot roast recently and felt super accomplished.

Despite everything, he’s got acne prone skin, so he’s gotta be super careful what he puts on his face. He’s got fancy skincare products he uses and only wears specific primers, foundations and concealers from select brands.

His bed’s super luxurious: everything is silk. Well, everything except for the ratty sesame street blanket he’s got in between the layers. He bought it back before he became famous, so there’s sentimental value there.

Before becoming famous, back when hero work was a side gig for him, he worked as a waiter at a high end restaurant. He was charming enough that he consistently got the highest sales and tips.

Despite being a famous actor...he’s not actually a good actor lkdhflkjhsd he’s like a hallmark actor, it’s all super overblown and tacky.

He actually got discovered at his restaurant. After his [webcomic spoiler] happened, a monster attacked where he worked and he killed it with his bare hands. A talent agent was there and was so impressed by his grace, power and good looks that he signed him for a modelling contract.

This contract landed him the role as a love interest in a music video, then between shots, he asked about what he was supposed to do in a certain section of the song and sang it as they blocked what he’d be doing. The idol whose music video he was in was impressed and asked him to sing the song so he could hear his voice. He got signed again.

His first movie role was a cameo after he’d made it as an idol, where he appeared as himself. The sales for the movie were so good his agent recommended he take up acting as well.

He still owns his apron and check presenter from when he worked at the restaurant.

Zenko

She’s small but almost as strong as her brother.

Out of the two, she’s definitely the more even tempered, but her fighting spirit builds faster than Badd’s.

Zenko hasn’t got as much control over her fighting spirit as Badd does, since it’s a newer development for her. She got upset at a classmate once and accidentally punched a hole through a concrete wall.

It shows up with any strong emotion too, not just anger. Badd counts his blessings that she’s more even tempered than him, because if she wasn’t, he’d be paying for damaged property left and right.

Badd’s raised her by himself since she was five, and despite how much he loves to spoil her, he runs a pretty tight ship. She’s able to do her own laundry, cook, clean, and make small repairs around the house, because Badd thinks it’s important for her to be self-sufficient.

Zenko’s hair grows really fast, but she keeps it cut short because it’s easier to maintain and stays out of her face. Badd cuts her hair once a month, and they make a whole day out of it.

On top of playing the piano, Zenko takes tap lessons. It’s a fairly new development, but she’s getting the hang of it. If you think Badd cries a lot at her piano rehearsals...he’s bawling at her dance recitals.

For how much she loves to shop, Zenko’s wardrobe is pretty small. She’s more interested in going out with her brother and spending the day with him than she is in actually buying anything. And if they do, it’s more likely a stuffed animal, or a hair accessory/hair pretty as Badd calls them.

Zenko looks more their their father and Badd looks more like their mother. They both sound more like their mother though.

Zenko has the same drawl as Badd, but she’s better at hiding it. For Badd, he leans into it, challenging people to call him out. Zenko’s only really comes out when she’s excited or really angry.

Zenko hums when she works. It’s one of Badd’s favorite things, so sometimes he’ll just sit down in front of her and let her do his hair, then just close her eyes and listen to her hum as she braids it/styles it. He’s shown up to HA meetings with his hair in a dutch braid with flowers interwoven throughout multiple times.

Flash asked him where he got his hair done so he could book an appointment, and Zombieman once genuinely complimented it (your hair looks great, kid. The flowers really bring out your eyes.), but no one ever tries to pick a fight. He told them Zenko did it, and Flash 100% seriously tells him that she should consider opening a business. Badd’s kind of weirded out bc Flash is being nice to him for once.

Zenko’s got a couples hand knit sweaters from Badd. He keeps trying to teach her how to knit, but she gets bored and just watches him knit instead.

#amai mask #zenko #metal bat #headcanons

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taleslations · 5 years

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ToX2 behind-the-scenes info

People have been wondering about the decisions behind Xillia 2’s creation, so I have compiled information found in guides and interviews. No straight-up translation because that’s too tedious, just an info dump.

X1&2 Spoilers below.

From the Complete Guide interviews

Producer & Director – Baba & Anabuki

[Note: Anabuki worked on S, A and V’s development. He was the main planner for V 360 and did some directing for the PS3 ver. He was part of the battle system team in X1, and became the director for X2.]

Reasons for making a sequel

· Fans had often said they wanted sequels in past questionnaires

· Xillia was the 15th anniversary and they’d created a very detailed setting they wanted to re-explore

· Wanted to expand on Elympios with an Elympion main character

· Felt it was a waste to use the characters in only one game

· Feels it kind of started when people said it would be fun to play as Gaius and Muzét

On what changed and what didn’t

· They wanted to keep the old characters

· Since the setting was more or less the same (tho with more focus on Elympios), they decided to build the game’s identity on its mechanics (see below)

· Game mechanics changed a lot, with the introduction of the debt system, fixed parties, chromatus ability and choices

· Setting is more modern

How the debt system came to be

· Because ppl Ludger’s age worry about money

· They wanted to have Ludger burdened by something

· 20,000,000 gald bc that’s the kind of sum that modern day salarymen could borrow. It’s a huge sum but not impossible to pay back if you work hard

The choice system

· Because part of being an adult is making choices

· Sometimes there are choices you don’t want to make but you have to (exemplified by having to destroy fractured dimensions)

Okumura as main character designer

· Because since this wasn’t a game with two protagonists, they couldn’t ask both Fujishima and Inomata like last time

· Since Ludger’s kind of a player self-insert, his design would be tricky, so it’d be easier with someone from within the studio

· Okumura’s been working on Tales designs since Eternia (mainly for minor character) and his talent shone when he designed the Chimeriad, so they weren’t worried

Why the heroine is 8

· They wanted her to be someone you’d strongly want to protect (working toward the last choice)

· It wouldn’t work if it was a strong heroine who fought alongside you like in past titles

· Yamamoto wanted her to be a girl because “I’d want to protect a little girl more than a little boy”

· If she can’t participate in battles, it’s easier to remove her from the party for plot reasons (can’t have a fighting heroine kidnapped by the last boss for gameplay reasons)

· (When she’s out of the party) Wanted to make players feel her absence in anticipation to the last choice

On Ludger’s various fighting styles

· Baba wanted a sort of style shift like in Graces

· Since he was a new protagonist, they wanted to introduce something that wasn’t in the original Xillia

· Chromatus was Anabuki’s idea, because he likes transformations

· People who played the first game probably have attachment to the old characters, but since Ludger’s the protag here, they wanted to make him stand out more

· Staff got angry at Baba because that meant they basically had to program three characters in one XD

On Ludger’s silence

· They wanted him to be a self-insert to the player

· Plus it makes the one scene where he speaks more meaningful

· They added the voiced lines option as NG+ bonus for those who like voices

· Reason they didn’t make that option available on first playthrough was they wanted to get their message across/wanted players to see what they were aiming for, which wouldn’t be possible if players could skip the voiceless aspect from the start

About Gaius and Muzét

· It was hard to include Gaius because he’s supposed to be super strong

· Also because he’s the type to handle things himself before the protag has a chance to. But since this was Ludger’s story, they had to sideline him

· They wanted to give him an ability like Vesperia’s fatal strikes, but that would make him too strong, so they had to tone it down

· Muzét’s a good middle-range character. She’s weak if you get past her guard, so she has the ability to move out of range quickly

About the endings

· The first scenario they came up with was the one where Ludger disappears, but since they implemented the choice system they wanted the game to have an important choice at the end, hence the creation of other endings

Discarded ideas

· Fractured Milla with short hair (discarded because they didn’t want ppl to realize immediately from promotion images that she was a different Milla, and also bc they didn’t think Milla was the type to cut her hair short since she doesn’t care much about her appearance)

· Otoh, something they hadn’t planned on: character models. They were originally just a way for the motion team to test things, but since it was fun they decided to include it in the game

Any chance for another sequel or anime adaptation?

· Nope on sequel, as they think that world’s story is over

· They’d like an anime or other media adaptations, but there’s no plans for it

Battle team – Fukuie, Yamase & Takizawa

[Fukuie was responsible for battle planning, various mechanics and linked artes; Yamase was the battle programmer (worked on Ludger’s artes and on mystic artes in particular); and Takizawa was battle program support (enemy artes and mystic artes, effects etc)]

What was kept from the original and what’s new

· Linked artes were an essential part of the original so it was kept. They thought of modifying it but since it was popular they decided not to and simply make it easier to use

· They gave spellcasters some more melee artes

Anabuki’s influence

· Anabuki wanted more event battles so they added a lot

· He’s also responsible for having them end the final fight with a mystic arte & cut-in

Ludger

· They made bosses stronger because Ludger is really powerful

· Elite monsters weak spots were inspired by Vesperia’s secret missions system

· Implementing Ludger’s three fighting styles was apparently tricky with the tight schedule they had, so they asked for something else, but they went back to the first idea eventually

· Example of other idea: giving him the fighting styles of the old characters. But that would cause problems if they simply copied the motions (they cited Elize’s posture, which would look weird on Ludger)

· The scenario team asked that Ludger use both hands for each weapon style

Chromatus

· The transformation part came mainly from the scenario team – someone said they wanted the image of a dark hero and someone else replied “then they should have a transformation.” The battle team was like “but he already has three fighting styles!”

· At first the transformed state was less useful than fighting normally, so they removed staggering when transformed but added a time limit

Other characters

· Anabuki wanted Gaius to be strong since he was the previous game’s last boss, but simply making him stronger than the rest would break the balance

· There was a lot of arguing about his special ability

· They also had a lot of ideas about Muzét but settled for emergency wrap because she can fly around freely

· They increased the speed at which Rowen threw knives to make him less defenseless

Trivia

They picked Cless and Stahn as cameo because they were cameo costumes in the first game; then they added Mint and Rutee

They like the cameo ending, they feel it’s like a 4koma

At the beginning, the animation team made an animation of Ludger prostrating himself, but it wasn’t used. There’s always a number of gestures that don’t make it into the final product

Takizawa cleared everything on Unknown

Scenario team – Yamamoto, Hasegawa & Hori

[Note: Yamamoto was the main scenario writer of X2 (as well as H, Z and B); in X1 he worked on sub events]

Settings

· They picked the story of Maxwell and Kresnik from the first game and developed it further as a base for X2

· They were careful not to make it look like the previous game’s story wasn’t complete or to make it sound like the previous game’s conflict was lighter than the sequel’s

· There was a request from the planning team to make up a different system, so that’s how they came up with the choice system and having the protag be a player self-insert

· However, leaving him without expression or personality would be too un-Tales-like, so that’s how he ended up like he is in the game

· It was decided from the start to change the protag because Jude and Milla’s story was over

· Since the first game was heavily focused on Rieze Maxia, they made this game from the pov of Elympios

On separating main story and character episodes

· Part of the new system idea

· You get to know the characters more in their chara eps and that can influence the main story a bit

· They’d planned on adding bonus scenes from the start; they added more than expected

Fractured dimensions

· Represent the power of choice (as they show how history would be if different choices had been made)

· Also as a way to catch X1 players’ interest

· Yamamoto’s favorite FD is Victor’s dimension because it’s full of suspense; in chara eps it’s the one with Nachtigal. Hori’s were the ones with the Chimeriad because he had wanted them to survive so that was a way to see them again. Hasegawa’s were the ones in Leia’s and Alvin’s chara eps.

· They redid Leia’s episode entirely, giving a bigger role to her boss as a result

· The target audience for X2 is a bit older than X1, so that’s why they show stuff like relationships between boss and employee, it adds a touch of realism and can make adult players empathize

Ludger and Elle

· Elle is at the center of the story. She is both a trouble bringer and a source of strength for the main character

· They wanted the last choice to be heavy, choosing between Elle and Ludger/the player themselves

· No choice is more correct than the other. While Jude etc were heroes who saved the worlds in the first game, they didn’t need for Ludger to be a hero at all cost – that’s for the player to decide with the choices

· The Julius ending was Hori’s idea. He wanted people to feel that it was a valid choice

· Choosing means eliminating the other possibility. Nothing changes if you don’t choose, you can’t go forward. That’s why they didn’t include the option to save both

· If it had been a shonen manga, everyone would be happy at the end, but they wanted an older target audience for this game, which meant burdening Ludger with difficult choices

· The two joke endings were added for more Tales-like fun. The cameo ending was requested by the planning team

· It’s just for fun though so they don’t consider the cameo “happy end” valid because it glosses over the main story’s drama

New characters

· It was hard to find balance on Gaius because he tends to solve things himself if you let him, but here he needed to have a support role

· They liked showing a more casual side to him, as well as his relationship with the Chimeriad

· Muzét didn’t really have evil intent (in the first game), it was more that she went out of control. Bc she had a hard time in X1 and since X2 had a heavy story, they decided to focus on light-hearted scenes with her

· Fractured Milla was created to show the player what fractured dimensions were in a straightforward manner

· They also wanted to surprise the players by giving her a completely different personality

· At first, she was just created as a step to bring prime Milla back, but they decided to give her a bigger role because they grew attached to her

· At first, they came up with half a dozen personalities for her before settling on one (tsundere)

· They picked a cat for a mascot because there were cat lovers among the staff

· It’s hard to have an animal move around during events, to they made him a fat cat so he wouldn’t move too much

· Ludger’s hair is silver like his father’s, and the black part is dyed

· Nova’s meche is because she saw Auj Oule women (it’s a cultural thing there) and she wanted to imitate Rieze Maxia’s fashion

Discarded ideas

· Julius’ was supposed to be Ludger’s mother at first, but they thought an older brother character would be more popular. His overprotectiveness is remnants of his motherly role

· Yamamoto wanted Bisley to use a gun and have a scene where Ludger transformed and avoided the bullets, so Bisley would go “that slow thing is useless” and discard the gun before transforming himself and punch faster than the gun fired bullets

· He also wanted a scene where Bisley showed up to the last dungeon in a car saying “Sorry for the wait”

· Anyway Bisley is really Yamamoto’s favorite XD

· Nova and Vera had a very small role originally but Nova grew as a character who cheers Ludger up when he worries about his debt

· She was originally just there to provide information; in the original idea, she was also originally in love with Ludger, not Julius, and would be irritated at Julius for causing Ludger trouble

· They didn’t expect her to even show up at the hot spring

From staff comments in the World Guidance book

· At first the debt was supposed to come from Ludger having to take responsibility for the Oscore incident

· Anabuki drew the wanted posters

· They call Kanbalar Edo lmao

· They’d originally planned to have an ending where Ludger gives up in ch.14

· The imagery of butterflies is associated to the Key of Kresnik (Elle’s hat design, Bisley’s wings in his chromatus form…)

· Jude was introduced early to cover for Ludger’s lack of lines

· They considered having him oppose Ludger at first (abt destroying the dimensions) and eventually join the party

· They decided to keep the old cast’s personalities as they were in the first game’s epilogue, but made an exception for Elize, who matured a bit in between

· They originally wanted to show Muzét regret her actions of the first game, but her chara eps took another direction

· Fractured Milla was originally simply a gimmick to show the cruelty of fractured dimensions, but her role got bigger

· They had templates for her

· A hidden thema of the extra episode is to restore Ivar’s honor

· Ideas for Rollo: Julius’ disguise, Chronos’ true form. But he ended up as a regular cat in the end

· The dungeon in ch.10 was meant as a homage to past titles

· Since the game is aimed at adults, “immorality” and “irrationality” were key themes of the first ideas

· Some character design rough sketches are dated as far back as March 2011 (the first game came out in September 2011)

Past translations:

Unused ideas for plot, fractured dimensions, Ludger & Julius episode, and fractured Milla personalities.

Staff comments about the fractured dimensions featuring the Chimeriad.

Interview with Daigo Okumura.

Interview with Takashi Kondo.

#tales of xillia 2 #tales interviews

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