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gotmilk5101520 · 3 years

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 14 Return of the Trollhunter

Now we begin the second half of season 1 (It’s actually season 2 but we don’t talk about that)

“Holy moly!”

Toby survives that.

“What the heck was-?”

“Huh?” We now return to your daily schedule bizarre adventures.

“Hop on!”

“Adios, fire cat”

“Hey, maybe save the jokes for when we aren’t gonna die” Well it sounded cool in his head.

“I can’t believe you took that stupid rock to your science class!”

“First, it’s not a rock. It’s a volcanic slag”

“And how was i suppose to know there was a flaming monster hiding in it?”

“You bought a magic rock off a troll named “Marvin the Monster Dealer” What did you think would happen, Tobes?” What happened before this moment?

“Um, Master Jim, you said this was a luminaire”

“When that is obviously an infernal hellheeti” Getting away with saying hell.

“Should i punch it?”

“Can i punch it?”

“Yes!” “No!”

“I was going to add, make sure you do not feed the fire by attacking it!”

“Opps” Punching doesn’t solve everything.

Jim uses Water Breathing. Tanjiro would be proud.

“Uh, guys, the fire hydrant-”

“Close enough”

Just keep walking.

Why is the opening still the same, even though Bular is dead now?

“Morning mom”

“Hi”

“Made your favorite breakfast”

“Sorry, kiddo, in a rush”

Should i be glad that Miraculous Ladybug doesn’t have something like this? It would be painful to watch. Fortunately, everyone in Miraculous Ladybug is stupid.

“I mean, it’s been like a month” Wait it’s been a month since last episode? So what have they been doing in a month?

“I don’t know how to fix this unless i tell her the truth”

“But if i do, they’ll send me to the crazy house” Hey, you told Claire, and she didn’t send you to the crazy house. Well she was tempted to do that cause you weren’t making any sense, but she didn’t.

“They fixed your tooth” Why did it take this long for Steve’s tooth to get fixed? I doubt all of the first half happened in a single month.

“I heard he was run out of town by the mob”

“I heard he got a mail-order bride and moved to North Korea”

“As if. Where do you think Mr. Strickler went, Jimmy-Jam. After all, he was dating your mom”

“Why does everyone keep bringing this up?!”

“Guys, this is my brother, and NotEnrique’s driving me nuts”

“You know how many times i have to change him?”

“He knows how to use a toilet”

“He chooses the diaper” “Yeah? Well at least you didn’t have to shove your hand in stinking diapers, and have it still stink to this day” “Ugh. Why does it still still stink? Have you washed your hands?” “Yes! 100 times since i got home with my cold McDonald’s French Fries” “Well excuse me, prince” “It’s well excuse me, princess!” “Are you two gonna kiss right now?” “Shut up Toby!”

“You spend so much time with Lake, you’re practically swimming in him” That’s what she said.

“We’re just friends. End of story” Wait, did- Did Claire just Adrien Agrested Jim? Goddamn it Adrien! Your Just a Friending made it’s way to Arcadia and got Claire. I hope you’re happy.

“Okay, people, who can tell me what happened in the year 1989?”

“No, seriously, i don’t remember. It was a crazy year” Let’s see. What video games came out that year.

“Really, Palchuk? That’s it. I’m dating your mom” “No, no, wait!”

Okay hold on. Why does it take a month for Claire to see Trollmarket? Out-of-Universe reason i can understand. You want to do a one month skip, and we all want to Claire’s reaction to Trollmarket. Could you imagine Claire going to Trollmarket off-screen? We get a few mentions of it here and there, but we never see her full reaction. I can understand the out of universe reason. But what i don’t understand is the In-Universe reason. Like Jim told Claire the truth a month ago. There’s no reason to keep anything a secret with her. Like why? A month to progress all of this? Cause i think it would take Claire a week at most to take it all in. Slower than when J- Never mind.

“Now, you’re gonna want to start drawing a semi-circle”

“Oh! You have it. Okay, never mind” Easier than me drawing an actually circle.

“It’s... It’s lively. Shit that’s Aja’s thing!”

He pets.

“Jim told me you helped him face Draal”

“And slay Bular” Wait Jim explained the entire first half of the season to Claire? Where are the fucking fanfics?

“And that Vespa!”

“Best birthday ever. Except for the part where Jim gets chased by a Stalkling” “That is something i want to forget”

“You’ve read A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore?”

“Volumes 1 through 47 It took me a while to decipher the symbols”

“But once i got past the Fifth Declension, i started to get the hang of it” It’s embarrassing when your (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) girlfriend knows more about Troll Lore than you.

“She read the book!”

“She read the book! Master Jim, i love my daughter in law!” “Wait what?”

“She’s a flower” Mood.

Always have a drink before you continue.

“I accepted a human Trollhunter’

“And allowed the pudgy one to stay for moral support” Toby is the moral support boyfriend. Claire is the moral support girlfriend. See? Two different roles.

“But this? A third?”

“It’s an infestation!” Hey they’re not rabbits where they multiple every 5 seconds. Then again, Jim and Claire- Never mind again.

*Talks in Troll*

“She speaks Troll”

“And Trollmarket is honored to have you as well”

“Oh, Blinkous! If only the amulet had chosen such a learned and delightful fleshbag”

“Hey!” Trollhunter Claire au.

“That was awesome, Claire”

“Vendel loves you and he hates everyone!” I said it once, and i’ll say it again: Vendel is the most relatable character in this series.

Where did this light came from?

“Hopefully, this will give the girl some closure”

“She does understand why we cannot allow the bridge to open?”

“Well, you said it yourself, we’d be fools to open the bridge and risk letting Gunmar out”

“Right, Jim?”

“Oh, of course”

“We’d be crazy to do that“ Yeah... A crazy fool, heheheheh...

“Hey buddy, it’s your sis”

”Don’t you start thinking i’ve forgotten about you”

“We’re gonna get you back. I promise”

“See you soon, little chicharron”

*Cries in Troll*

“I need to share a word with our Trollhunter” That’s what it’‘s like when dad wants to talk to you alone. Then again, i don’t have a dad so...

“Hey, Draal? It’s strange, but i feel like i’ve seen you before. Have we met?” “Uh...”

“No. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else”

“Hate to be there when we have to rebuild Jim, right?”

“What a mess”

“Well, i just grossed myself out” We’ll see about that in Wizards.

“You fight in an arena surrounded by the remains of dead Trollhunters?”

“That is...”

“The most heroic thing i’ve ever seen. If their ghosts talked, then it be like Mulan”

“Sometimes, the heart leads you down paths you should not cross”

“How did you-?”

“Figure it out?”

“Your devotion to this girl is as obvious as Marinette’s feelings for Adrien. WHICH IS STILL DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!”

“But you know the danger”

“If you went in alone, you’d be killed”

“Which is why we will answer every call”

“You said i have to answer every call. Now-“

“Wait, did you just say “We”?”

“Aaarrrgghh and i discussed it. We knew you were going in, with or without our approval”

“But... If Claire’s brother is important to you, then he’s important to us”

“For folly or for fraught”

“We are a team”

*Cries in Troll again*

“Is this normal?”

“Nothing’s normal around here”

“Get used to it, sister” Translation: “Welcome to your new life”

“But only a Trollhunter can wield Daylight”

“We are Trollhunters!”

“Oh, man! Now, i’m dead!”

“That stupid Soothscryer killed me in the Forge” He thought Bular would kill him. But nope, instead it’s the fucking Soothscryer.

“What do you mean, he’s in the Void?”

“The Void sounds like a very empty word. A bad word” I hear the Void is very welcoming.

“Yeah. And are these happy ghosts we’re talking about here”

“Or Mulan’s ghost family?”

“He is now under the spiritual guidance of”

“Master Trollhunters”

“Ghost guidance counselors?”

“So, it is like Mulan”

“Wow! So trolls and ghosts exist”

“What’s next? A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“Fairies?”

“Fairies? Preposterous!”

“Fairies lost the war to the pixies centuries ago” Hate to meet these pixies, right?

“But if we’re going in, they said the only way we’re getting out alive is if we kill Gunmar” Well that’s a bigger lie than any lie Lila can make.

“And with Strickler gone, maybe we have a chance”

Speak of the devil. Or changeling.

If i ever seem dead, be sure to throw rocks at me to be sure.

“Who has awakened me?”

This is me and my sister.

“You know my name”

“A shame i will never know yours”

Angor Rot had to deal with the goblins wrath.

“My ring”

“My flesh”

“Yield to me!”

“For i wear the One Ring”

“You have killed thousands”

“You are chaos incarnate”

“And you”

“are...

“mine”

“Hahahahaha!”

The second half of season 1 (Actually season 2) is off to a great start.

Shit, what do i say that has something to do with next episode? Uh... See you next episode?

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia

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pastthebutterflies · 3 years

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It’s For You (Little Lady)

As it turns out, running away to a magical alternate dimension to avoid her problems ended just as badly as Luz thought it would.

Part two of what’s now my “Camila Comes Through the Door” series! I’m posting this late, so feel free to point out any glaring mistakes. Otherwise enjoy!

Ao3 link in the reblogs!

So, fun fact!

As it turns out, running away to a magical alternate dimension to avoid her problems ended just as badly as Luz thought it would.

In her defense, Luz really hadn’t expected her mom to actually find a way into said dimension (thanks, Owlbert). The plan had always been to stick around until the end of the summer, then head back home acting as if yes mom, camp was very educational and yes mom, she really did feel much more like everyone else now. Then, in theory, continue jumping back and forth with the door to continue her training and see her friends. Without Camila ever finding out about said secret double life.

Needless to say, those plans all went out the window the moment Camila stepped through the portal, right into Eda’s booth, where she had spotted Luz immediately and tried to all but drag her back home.

Fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on who she asked- King had been so surprised by the sudden arrival that he had shot straight from Luz’s arms and into the air, shocking them all enough for Eda to suggest they head back to the Owl House before they drew too much attention to themselves.

Which was what led to Luz hiding in the kitchen with Eda as King and Hooty chattered endlessly to Camila about who knew what and most definitely did not help the situation.

Eda leaned against the counter, staring boredly as her eyes tracked Luz’s movements back and forth across the floor with one hand in her hair while the other gestured wildly in the air.

“-And how did she even get here? Owlbert is so good at staying out of sight, how did he get caught?” She groaned. “And why did he have to find Mom of all people?”

“Kid, he’s an owl. Even your world has those, of course he was out in the open. She said he took her keys, which are shiny, not to mention strange and unusual compared to the ones we use on the Isles, they would have sold like wildfire. Obviously he was going to take them.”

“But why my mom? Of all the people-” she glanced through the door, where Camila is staring slack jawed at King, who was pointing intensely at a drawing in one of his demon books, animatedly speaking over Hooty, who seemed to have made a home around her shoulders. Surprisingly, Camila seemed less concerned with this part, or maybe she was trying to ignore it, the same way she did sometimes when Luz would say something a little too out there. At this point, she really couldn’t tell.

Maybe that was a good thing.

“So you smudged the truth a little bit, we’ve all done it. Heck, I do it all the time,” Eda snorted. “Look, you’ve got two options. Either you can run off again, maybe to one of your friends’ houses for the night and let King and I keep her busy.” She pictured slipping away to Willow’s for the night and letting Eda deal with this in the meantime. A wave of guilt washed over her almost immediately at the thought. Stupid conscience.

“Or,” Eda continued. “You can go out there and talk to her. Lady just found out her daughter lied to her for a month and spent the last twenty four hours thinking you were- poof! Gone. The least you can do is let her know you’re alright.” She pushed off the counter and shrugged, turning toward the door. “But hey, do what you need to. You know I’ll help out either way.”

With that, Eda headed into the living room to slump next to Camila and finally pull King away. She watched Camila’s shoulders relax just a bit at something Eda said. The look makes the lump that had been forming in Luz’s throat for the past hour begin to harden. She had always wanted to tell her mom, eventually. Preferably after she came home, safe and sound, and could prove that no, actually, it wasn’t dangerous at all Mom and that she arguably learned ten times as much on the Boiling Isles than she would have at camp.

Now-

Life was never supposed to go this way.

With a heavy sigh, Luz took a final glance toward the open door- if she ran, she could get to Willow’s by dark- and took the first step into the living room.

“You discover a magic door in the one place that I’ve spent years telling you not to go to, chasing after an owl that stole the book you just threw away, and decided that staying with the strange witch you just met- no offense, ma’am- all because you thought it sounded slightly better than camp? Not to mention giving me a heart attack in the process.”

She was taking this...far better than Luz thought she would. Her mom had never been one prone to yelling. Still, Luz had expected at least a small outburst this time. Yet, Camila had sat patiently through her explanation, waiting until the end to say much of anything. Eda had interjected a few times- the two of them got along surprisingly well, she was noticing- but for the most part, Luz had filled the silence for the past hour, catching Camila up on everything she had missed, or in some cases, adding new context to some of the messages she had sent over the course of the summer.

“Didn’t you kind of do the same thing just now? Same owl, same door…”

Over Camila’s shoulder, King cut a frantic hand over his throat, abort, abort, he tried to say, too little too late. If Luz wanted to back out, she should have done that weeks ago. Now that she was in, she may as well go all the way.

Camila blanched at that, “To find you. You’re the only kid I know that would leap through magic portals at the first opportunity. I should have figured sooner. Those messages were so vague, and the letters-”

Letters?

She could come back to that one later. For now-

“I’d do it again,” she said quietly.

Across from her, Camila stops in her tracks, brows burrowing deep into her eye line. “What?”

Even Eda glanced up at that, unsurprised, while an odd expression played on her face. Both of them remained quiet, waiting for her to continue. King however, took the chance to run across the floor and clamber into her lap. One hand lifted to scratch between his ears as she continued.

“I’d do it again,” she repeated. “Mom, I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you wanted, but- I can’t be the person you want me to be. Not then, not now. I’m happy here, happier than I ever was at school or camp. I can’t go back to feeling like that all the time, like I don’t belong or knowing that no one understands. I won’t. The people here,” she thinks of Willow and Gus and Amity. King and Eda. “They understand. They all know what it’s like not to fit in. I can’t want to lose that.”

King burrows deeper into her lap, sending a wave of comfort through her skin. He’ll want to talk about it later tonight, before bed, the way they usually do when things go wrong during the day. Assuming she was still here tonight, that is.

Her mom was frowning, then suddenly, she was crossing the space between them and wrapping her arms around Luz, tight as can be and whispering under her breath, “Te quiero,” to Luz or herself, she isn’t sure.

After a moment, she draws back, hands still on Luz’s shoulders, the telltale flood of tears in her eyes. “When I realized you never made it to camp, the only thing I could think of was that I wished I had never let you leave. You were so far away and I couldn’t find you. I would have searched everywhere for you- even another dimension.” She hugs her again, hard. “I can’t lose you, not again.”

Luz’s heart stuttered in her chest, the same way it did every time they had spoken in the past weeks. Only this time, she didn’t hold back. Her arms wrapped tight around her mom’s middle to squeeze as hard as she could muster. Between them, King squeaks indignantly and bolts back toward Eda. Her nose was buried deep into the scrubs Camila must never have changed out of before stumbling upon the door. She smelled like chemicals and antiseptic and home. Her other home, now.

When they finally pulled back, tears are tracking down Camila’s cheeks, mirroring the ones Luz can feel on her own face.

“You’re happy here, aren’t you?” Camila glanced around. She takes in King and Eda, Hooty still twisting nervously in the corner. The odds and ends stacked along the walls. Luz.

She nodded once to herself, seemed to reach a decision. She stood. “Okay.”

“...Okay?”

Camila glanced to Luz, to Eda, then back to Luz. “You can stay,” she said, finally. “For the summer. But it’s back to school in the fall. If Miss Eda is okay with it, that is.”

Eda shrugs, “Meh, kid’s kind of grown on me.”

“And,” Camila added. “I’m staying, too.”

Luz’s feet send her shooting up before she entirely realized what was happening. “You’re what?”

“When I can, of course. I’ll still have work during the day and a house to look after. But I’ll be around, as often as I can.” Camila glanced around again. This time, Luz couldn’t tell if she was judging the place or mentally mapping out where she could fit herself into both the house and the dynamic. When she spoke again, her voice was softer than Luz expected to hear it today. “If this is important to you, I want it to be important to me, too.”

The words alone are enough to send Luz flying if she let them. She hadn’t expected it to go this well, much less be able to stay. And having her around? Able to finally see the things Luz loved, in a setting where her interests were encouraged- the norm, even. The lump from before had finally begun to dissolve, trickling down her throat and rising up again in the form of a happy shout.

She leaned forward to wrap her arms around Camila again, this time dragging Eda forward as well as she muttered confusedly under her breath. At their feet, she felt King’s claws tap against her ankles as he followed suit.

“Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.”

When they pulled away, Camila turned to her, eyes serious. “From now on, I need you to be honest with me. No matter what, do you understand? No more running off without telling me, no more secret magic shows; honesty from here on out. And I’ll do my best to understand all... this.”

A laugh bubbled up from deep in her stomach, “deal.”

In the end, Camila wound up spending the night and calling in to work the next morning. Luz spent most of the evening and a good portion of the night delving into what she had seen so far on the Isles, including Willow and Gus, the Blights, Hexside. She activated the few spells she knew, as well, sending bursts of light into the air while Eda sits back, demonstrating the way they were typically cast.

It was odd, seeing her mom so relaxed. She had changed from her scrubs to one of Eda’s old shirts that read fabulous and flawless in sprawling pink font across the front and a pair of her old sweats. In the future, they were hoping to have a more long term setup for the times she stayed over. Which made Luz question why she had gotten the upstairs closet the whole time- but she would deal with that later.

Right now, she was willing to keep drawing up her spells and finally getting to show off to someone as amazed as her at the process. There was still more to talk about, like going to Hexside and Eda’s curse. Both of which were likely to cause ripples in the future, but for now, Luz was content to share the world she had fallen in love with, with the only person from home that mattered.

For now, Luz dragged her pencil across the page and let the light rise up between them.

#the owl house #lydsfics #luz noceda #camila noceda #did not expect two crank out 2k words tonight but here we are #I'm having a lot of fun with this though

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pandas-pandemonium · 5 years

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Per Sempre Insieme

Pairing: Yandere!Team Buccellati x Fem!Stand User!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Yandere (in later chapters), Slow Burn, Angst

Setting: Post-Vento Aureo, Everyone Lives!AU, Post-PHF

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , More to Come

Summary: Catching the eye of the new don of Passioné was the last thing a hitman like yourself wanted to do, but what's worse is that you capture the attention and hearts of five other men too. Along with trying to avenge your sister's death, as well as dealing with six lovesick men, how will you ever survive?

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Chapter 1

June 2003, Naples, Italy

Summer, the time of the year Giorno both loved and hated at the same time. Summer was great, mainly because he had summer vacation, allowing him to focus on running Passione during the next three months. However, he couldn’t find the heat enjoyable in the slightest. With the burning sun out at 11 in the morning already, he was regretting his decision to personally visit his favourite restaurant to collect the protection money. Heck, Bruno himself offered to do so, and so did countless other members of the mafia. But for some reason, he denied their offers to perform the task and headed there himself. It wasn’t like there was much danger anyways, few people knew the new don of Passione's face. He did however, bring along Sheila E. as his bodyguard, just to give Bruno peace of mind. The older man just wouldn’t stop insisting he bring someone along for his protection.

He was about halfway to the restaurant when a blur of [H/C] flew right by him and into the alleyway the two happened to pass. Fortunately, the Don recovered quickly enough to see a girl, perhaps not much older than him, pull open a door from the wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“A stand user?” He wondered to himself under his breath. His interest in the passing stand user did not go by Sheila’s eyes as she tilted her head and looked up at the taller male.

“Is there anything you would need me to do, D- Giorno?” she asked, catching herself from addressing her boss by his title just in time. Giorno’s blue eyes shifted to the smaller female, and smiled gently.

“Not at the moment Sheila…Perhaps after we finish what we came here for, then we can look into that…incident,” he said. The girl nodded and resumed walking towards the restaurant.

After an hour or so, the duo walked out of the restaurant, stomachs full from the early lunch they just had, and headed to the alleyway they last saw the [H/C] girl disappear in.

“Sheila, I would like you to use your stand here, so we can figure out who that stand user was, or at least, their motives. It’s been two years, but new stand users are always an asset,” the blonde said. Wordlessly, the bodyguard nodded her head and withdrew her stand, Voodoo Child. Immediately, the stand got to work, furiously punching the wall and ground hard enough that it began to crack open. After a few moments, lips formed from the cracks and began to speak.

“Damn it, when the hell is that darn geezer gonna bank in my pay?! I took out the guy just like he asked me to!”

“Ah man, setting up house here is the worst idea…It’s got the worst view ever! I can barely tell evening from day in the mansion.”

“Ugh! Some assholes decided to spit in front of my doorstep! I swear if I catch them, I’ll beat them to death for it.”

Giorno held up his hand, and Sheila stopped the voices.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what I was hoping to find out, but at the very least it doesn’t seem like the user has left. Perhaps if we stay out here long enough, she should come out again. I would like to see how her stand works, it could be useful for the transportations team,” he said. Giorno then clapped his hands together and headed to leave the dim alleyway, his bodyguard trailing behind.

Upon reaching the Passione base, Giorno immediately called two men to keep watch over that particular alleyway, and to bring the stand user to him directly. It wasn’t much, but he was glad he trusted his intuition to go out this afternoon. After all, if his men succeed in locating and retrieving the stand user, Passione could only benefit from it.

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It was past two in the morning when you finally finished your job; exterminating a mole in some big business you barely cared for. The CEO paid you big bucks for it, and that was what mattered. You found it amusing how willing the rich and powerful are to go to such dirty means to prevent their secrets from getting out. Now, you were on your way down a street of Naples, heading towards your temporary hideout. Sure, you could simply set up your house any where you want, but the alleyway you chose was near one of your favourite restaurants, which was convenient.

Just as you were approaching the dark alleyway, you froze. There, sitting on a wall, was a man clothed in black, almost unnoticeable for someone who wasn’t trained to see in the dark. You backed up, holding your hands up in a fighting position, ready to defend yourself if necessary.

“Who are you and who sent you?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice level, as to not betray your feelings. Truth be told, you were nervous. Were you really that careless? Who in the world could have sent someone to catch you? Aside from those who related to those who were killed by your hands, you doubt you made many enemies. You were a paid hitman, and you always made sure to cover your tracks so people don’t come after you. So far, no one has traced the assassinations back to you, so who?

The man spoke soon enough, “The Don of Passione wants to recruit you. Consider this a personal invitation into the mafia. Lucky you, you don’t even have to pass a test.” You raised an eyebrow.

The Don of Passione? The new one? Last you heard, Passione changed bosses and the one leading the gang currently was a young man who took over the position as Don when he was only a teenager.

“What the hell does a mafioso want with me? Does he even know who I am?” you asked. The man jumped down from his position and sighed.

“Who knows. What he does know however, is that you may have a pretty useful stand he could have use for. I’m just carrying out orders. If you refuse to come with me, I’m more than willing to use force,” he said, arms crossed. You swallowed. You really had been careless. You completely forgot that there were bound to be other stand users roaming streets of Napoli, and of all people to catch sight of you using your stand, it had to be freaking Passione’s don?

You laughed, “If he thinks I’m going to comply so easily, he mustn’t have very good judgment.” With that, you pulled out your gun. As if you were going to reveal your stand this easily. If the don was that serious about recruiting you, he better had sent one of his best.

“Oh, sweetie, you really think that gun is going to protect you. If you’re a stand user, make it a stand fight!” yelled the man. From the corner of your eye, you saw light grey humanoid-ish shape seep into the pavement below you. Hurriedly you jumped back, your eyes scanning your surroundings, watching out for any signs of attack.

“It’s useless, miss. Once Penny Lane’s taken over any object, there’s no way of avoiding it,” the man calmly spoke. Just then, the concrete under your feet began to warp, slowly melting into a liquid form. Panicking, you searched for higher ground. You had to get off the concrete fast, and uncover his stand’s secret. Internally, you cursed. Of course, an offensive stand type user is sent to get you. Tonight, really wasn’t your night. The ground was rapidly turning to liquid and so were other things around you. If you didn’t get out of the stand’s range fast, you’d be trapped in the concrete.

“Well? Will you draw out your stand or will you keep trying to run through liquid cement?” taunted the man. You cursed under your breath. Well, if the gang member had shown his, you might as well right? So, you turned around, as quickly as you could, as your pants were caked in cement, which was drying fast.

“If I show you my stand you’ll stop right?” you asked, holding up your hands in surrender. The man nodded and you took a deep breath, allowing the light golden spirit to appear beside you. Its eyes were a blank white, and it appeared to be wearing a butler’s suit.

“This is Soul’s Mansion. It’s not a fighting type stand, so don’t worry about me trying to attack you. Now, will you stop this?” you asked as you let your stand disappear. The man shrugged and recalled his stand back. Unfortunately for you, you had made an error in your request. You had asked him to turn the cement back into concrete but had forgotten that you would be stuck ankle deep in the pavement. Flushing an angry red, you panicked.

“W-wait! Turn it back into liquid, I need to get out of here!”

The man raised his eyebrow, “And let you escape? Of course not. You don’t have to worry though; my partner will get you out of there. I hope to see you back at the base,” he called out as he turned to leave, leaving you stuck in the concrete. Just as he left, a woman of significant height walked towards you from the other side of the road.

“It’s a shame it ended so quickly. I was really enjoying seeing your panicked expression. Anyways, as per the boss’s orders, let’s you take you back, shall we?” she said with a smile, her light blue eyes twinkling under the dark sky. You swallowed thickly as you stared up at the woman, a deep feeling of dread pooling in your stomach.

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A/N: I thought I'd just drop this lol. I was too impatient, and it'll be one thing less on my mind while I work on the other requests. Feedback and questions are greatly appreciated! So are likes and reblogs!

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Honestly God and five and siblings goals. Also do you have any more info on that au??

(about the late addition/universe child au here ;3c)

adsfSDFGH are you kidding they would be the most insufferable kind of siblings where God and Five are consistently bothering each other and getting on one another’s nerves because they both are strong personalities that clash but at the same time if you even THINK about being mean to the other they will kill you without mercy

of course there’s being protective AND being irritating to multitask which God considers her job as a big sister clearly??

at some point Five figures out how to shift the academy like two inches to the left dimensionally speaking so that it sort of becomes something almost like how the Commission HQ was out of time but not quite?? it’s the house that when you enter you kind of feel like you’re entering a liminal space because it’s not quite in the dimension but it’s also not not in the dimension?

which is a longwinded way of saying that Five figures out how to squirm right through a loophole so God can come to their family dinners sometimes, when she wants to come

absolutely no one is sure what to do with,, you know,, God as their,,,, what? step-sibling? Like,, yeah the universe didn’t marry Reginald or whatever but she’s five’s sister and five is their brother so??

klaus just rolls with it and teams up with god to irritate five while also taking her side on genuinely everything because she gave Dave and Ben back

(“That was actually me??” Five protests loudly, because he was the one who had to fucking jump into an active warzone after Klaus ditched and grab a big old adult corpse and lug it home like does no one have ANY respect for the effort he makes?)

Five only brings up being ‘older’ than God exactly one (1) time because she immediately turns him into a 3-year-old until he manages to contact their mother to set it right (and even then she made him stay that way for a couple of days for “teasing his sister” before returning him to age 13)

“Hey how come you can change Five’s age but he can’t?” Allison asks over breakfast. No one touches the coffee pot because God made it, and it’s like black sludge. Well, Five drinks it - but he hardly counts.

She takes a sip of her tar. “Eventually he’ll be able to do it, but he’s too young right now.”

“HEY you know the conversion rates, right?” Klaus interjects, “How old is Five in universe years?”

God just kind of shrugs. “I spent my first few hundred years cradled in our mother’s arms as she spoke galaxies into being. I was probably a few hundred thousand years old when I made my first planet, and then a few hundred thousand more than that when I figured out life.”

Five is also drinking sludge tar coffee and carefully not commenting.

“Is Five a baby?” Luther asks incredulously, and he absolutely deserves the mug that is thrown at his head. He’s only fortunate Allison yanked him out of the way so it shattered on the wall instead of his thick skull, and that Vanya immediately moved to restrain Five from lunging across the table.

God, for her part, simply shrugs. “It’s a bit difficult to say. We aren’t the same as other people. We aren’t even the same as each other. One day, when we’re old enough, we’re supposed to leave our mother and become universes unto ourselves - but that’s so far into the future as to be eternity.”

Mollified, Five sits back and nods his head, because it isn’t fair to judge his age by human standards or by universe standards really.

Except then God smirks and says, “But he’s definitely younger than me and being not even a hundred definitely makes him a baby.”

They end up just having to cut God’s visit short that day before they manage to completely destroy the kitchen. As it stands they’re going to have to entirely replace the flatware. Diego ended up just bear hugging Five to his chest and walking out of the room at one point, which Five quickly escaped and jumped back in. Klaus told Diego it was a bad idea, and so the black eye is Diego’s own fault.

honestly just the knowledge that your brother is kind of ?? a god? or a demi-god? they’re all somewhat unclear on everything

“I think I’m having a crisis of faith.” Klaus wheezes from the floor when Five finally ends up trying to explain after he does his thing so he can have God over at the house. “Are we religious? Are we supposed to be religious now? Are angels real?”

“You’ve been calling Dave your angel for literal months, Klaus.” Five points out, unimpressed.

Klaus rolls over to prop himself up on his elbows and give his littlest brother the stink eye. “YEAH. But like, in a GAY way not a CELESTIAL way thank you.”

“Important clarification.” God deadpans from where she’s sitting on the couch inspecting her nails. Allison is painting her other hand in confident strokes that only faltered a little upon finding the exact identity of the little girl in front of her.

“Does no one care about my crisis?” Klaus howls mournfully to the ceiling.

“I finished the tea.” Dave announces, coming into the room and just looking at Klaus on the floor with fondness instead of the general exasperation that’s sitting on every other sibling’s face. That’s how they know it’s love.

“That’s why he’s an angel.” Klaus sighs dreamily, accepting the cup and reaching up to pull Dave down to cuddle while Five makes a face at the blatant PDA going on in the house

honestly just Dave being super calm and just very very calmly turning to Klaus upon finding all this out and being like “Klaus, love of my life, I know you told me your family was weird but what the actual fuck.”

And he’s from like, the old days when fuck was a really really bad word so you know it’s bad

(someone: i have questions about religion -

god: actually i’m agnostic

someone: …

god: …

someone: but aren’t you goD -)

now i’m picturing claire coming over and having a tea party with her uncle five and also oh, god

(patrick, frantically, in the background after being filled in on all of this: what the fuck allison what the fuck)

but basically five in this au is like,, a very weak god?? because he’s a baby in terms of years and their power is supposed to grow with their years (which probably means that the universe absolutely could have interfered but it would have been a little like using a nuclear bomb to get rid of a spider in the house)

Five can: part the fabric of the universe to travel - both spatially and temporally, do some quick and dirty magic tricks like swapping two items or jumping an item to his hand instead of going to it, and speak the language of the universe - which is how he contacts his mother (it’s a little bit like yelling for your parent from across the house and hoping they’ll come closer to hear you)

God can do a whole heck of a lot more than that but she binds herself with a lot of personal rules - the chief of which is not to interfere too badly in mortal affairs because she’s a big believe in free will. And also if she tries to help one person, where does she draw the line?

(God likes Allison because she gets what it’s like to be capable of overriding someone’s free will and then choosing to not do that - even when it’s the easiest option available)

“So like, do I get my own planet?” Five asks, idly spreading peanut butter on bread as he prepares his favorite snack.

“Maybe when you’re older.” God says, just that side of condescending as she loudly clicks buttons on a gaming system she stole directly out of Ben’s hands not even ten minutes ago. He just let her have it and sat down at the table with a book and a deep sigh.

“I’ll kill you.” Five says mildly, like he’s commenting on the weather. “I’ll kill you, and no jury would convict me.”

“On no.” God deadpans, not even looking up from her game. It may or may not be pokemon. “Whatever will I do. I wonder where people go when they die. Surely it isn’t my own home dimension. Oh, the horror.”

“Don’t bring me into this.” Ben mutters, loudly flipping a page and making Five snort in laughter.

honestly i’m just picturing a whole lot of shenanigans tbh,, like not even connected series of flashes of just sort of a slice of life comedy

(“Some big sisters teach their little brothers to ride bikes.” Diego mutters, rubbing at the side of his head where his entire goddamn ear vanished a moment ago when he’d be volunteered for God to try and demonstrate something on him, “Just harmless bike riding. Not vanishing people’s fucking ears. The nerve. See if I hang around you two again.”)

Just Diego at the police station getting really frustrated with a case and being like “Hold up Eudora -” (“Don’t call me that.”) “I’m gonna call home and see if god is in, see if she knows that the hell is going on here. If not we might have to talk with Klaus, ugh.” (“Diego what the FUCK.”)

technically god has a name but it’s in like,, universe language?? it’s in starsong and not really,, applicable to human ears? the universe has a starsong name as well, and technically so does Five, which is probably why this au five was so resistant to getting a ‘name’ - he already had one

(Luther, horrified: wait when you said about being the four horsemen were you being literal

Five: don’t be silly Luther, if my sister wanted to cause the apocalypse she’d come down here and do it herself, not outsource

Luther: i am not comforted by that)

even after their first somewhat interesting meeting, god actually does get along with klaus very well - partially because his powers most directly relate with her ‘dimension’ so to speak, the one she calls home most of the time

i’m currently picturing a team up between god, claire, and five and it’s horrifying and wonderful and i’m sure causes more than one stress ulcer in the house goodness

but yes needless to say i do have a lot of thoughts about this au lmao

#late addition au #universe's son au #universe child five au #universe child au #tua #The Umbrella Academy #five hargreeves #number five #tua god #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

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weirdmarioenemies · 5 years

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Name: Ink Theory

Debut: Splatoon 2

You know, for all the months I’ve been writing for weirdsplatooncharacters.deviantart.gov, I’m surprised it took me this long to get to my absolute favorite Weird Splatoon Characters, Ink Theory! Now, as we all know, it is a scientifically proven fact that Splatoon music slaps. Anyone who’s played Splatoon knows that, and anyone who disagrees is a coward who has never heard of taste. How disappointing!

But can you boil down music that slaps to a science? In-universe, the band Ink Theory decided to put that to the test, blending “academic music theory with modern sensibilities” to create what, in theory, should be the jamminest music of all! So what does the jamminest music of all entail?

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Being able to shred a trumpet, apparently! I did not know that was possible, but then I played Splatoon 2, and learned that everything is possible. That’s Great!

Some people, again, cowards who have never heard of taste, might say this music sounds bad, but personally this is my favorite music in the game! I love the diversity of the Splatoon soundtrack, and I love the absolute chaos that seems to unfold whenever one of these tracks is playing. Is it just me, or are matches where Broken Coral plays the most chaotic matches of them all? And by extension, the best matches?

I am glad that Splatoon has frantic jazz tracks, and even more glad that there’s a canon in-universe band that produces these frantic jazz tracks, and even MORE glad that said jazz band consists of six lesbians. Don’t believe me?

Well then believe this Splatoon art posted on Valentine’s Day! That’s an entire day dedicated to romance! We have a whole triple date worth of lesbians here! It’s weird, there was an entire Nintendo Direct on that day, featuring Mario Maker 2 and a new Weird Mario Enemy, and yet somehow, this image is what stood out to me the most.

But enough talking about the band as a whole! Let’s talk about the six individual members, because they each have a whole lot more to talk about. All of this is under the cut!

Name: Yoko

As the band’s trumpet player, and focus of their sound, Yoko serves as the band’s frontman, though, from what I can gather through “translating her bio in google translate,” her relationship with the other members of the band is a little bit distant. In fact, it’s not just that, it seems she just. Has depression! Her bio more or less mentions her feeling a bit dreary regardless of the weather, though nonetheless, she is always to give a solid performance on the trumpet, so that’s good I suppose!

You might notice that as an Inkling, Yoko has four differently colored tentacles, which is not really a common thing! Apparently, she has a mutation that causes her tentacles to appear different colors, which might sound cool, but it’s also likely to draw unwanted attention, and apparently, if my translations are right (they probably aren’t) leave her susceptible to atmospheric pressure.

Yeah, it’s a bit unfortunate that Yoko lives such a terrible life. They could write anything they wanted for this weird squid girl, and they decided to give her depression! But it’s not all bad! Let’s zoom in on that Valentine’s Day art!

Apparently, her hat doesn’t have gibberish Splatoon characters, but actual Japanese kanji! Kanji that spell out “Karen.” And who’s Karen?

Name: Karen

The band’s pianist, and from all logical evidence, Yoko’s girlfriend! While Yoko is the band’s frontman, Karen is the band’s founder, and she is (currently) the only Nautilus we’ve seen in the Splatoon universe! While squids, octopuses, and apparently cuttlefish are all pretty heavily anthropomorphized and humanoid in this world, nautiluses are more-or-less exactly the same, just larger and with longer tentacles. In fact, can we focus on that for a second? I love that Karen’s entire body is like, 85% tentacle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress, Karen would mostly just be a writhing mass of tentacles.

But Karen isn’t a nudist! She’s a pianist! One time she listened to the music of Hightide Era (another obscure Splatoon band) and said, “wow, this slaps,” and after that decided to start her own band! She graduated at the top of her class, and combined with her positive attitude, she’s been able to get a lot of moral support from her bandmates. Karen’s life is fortunately, nowhere near as difficult as Yoko’s, but she does occasionally worry about the band lacking proper motivation, which I suppose is a fair enough thing to worry about if you’re leading a band.

And this might just be me, but I feel that Karen is totally the mom friend of the group. Like, this was something I thought before I knew the names or personalities of any of them, but all official information is completely backing me up here. I mean, her name is Karen for crying out loud! If you have that name, you’re probably either a mom or a computer.

Name: Bibi

Okay, let’s get this all set straight. Bibi is cooler than any of us will ever be. I mean, look at her. You could say anything you want about Bibi, and not only would she be able to blow it off, but she’d probably make you look like a fool for saying it in the first place, and to make it all the more humiliating? She does this all while playing the kazoo.

Shredding the trumpet? Playing a kazoo and looking cool? I mean, Ink Theory is full of all sorts of impossibilities, and I am here for that.

Bibi’s bio was unfortunately kind of hard to translate, but I was able to pick up that she’s the member of the band that gets the most mainstream attention, and is kind of sick of being swarmed by the paparazzi all the time. Also, she’s never struggled much financially. Oh yeah. She’s rich and fabulous. Again. While playing the kazoo. I’m usually not a fan of rich people, but I don’t know if the law legally allows me to say anything bad about Bibi. I fear the repercussions for that.

Name: Aachin

Alright, so what species do you think Aachin is? Any guesses?

Three.... two... one...

Okay! Time’s up! She’s an urchin! A very specific type of urchin, actually, Hemicentrotus pulcherrimus! No common names in English over here, I’m afraid! But if you didn’t figure it out already, Aachin’s name is really just “urchin.” Because she’s an urchin! Look at her hair, it’s based on a test of an urchin, rather than the spikes we are used to seeing, but don’t worry, if a spikier urchin is what you want, we still have that! I guess Aachin just likes to go around with a shaved head.

According to what I translated, Aachin grew up in a strict household, always appreciating contemporary music herself, but as time passed, she grew to appreciate modern music as well. Now! The last sentence of her bio actually threw me for a bit of a doozy a few months back, as after trying to figure it out like seven times with no better tools than Google Translate, I believed that Aachin had fallen in love with someone depraved! Did they seriously just put this funny urchin in a toxic relationship?

Nope! I’m just terrible at translating things. Apparently the gist of that sentence is just that she’s a bit shy and inexperienced when it comes to romance, and she admittedly falls for people who are “bad,” in some nebulous sense of the term. Are we talking like, 1950s cool biker bad? The person that corrected my mistranslation said “slobs,” so maybe she just falls in love with people who are really messy.

While it’s good that this lovely urchin is not in a toxic relationship, I still think she deserves better, on sheer account of being Aachin. She always deserves better. Even if she has it good! She deserves better. Because I love her.

Name: Mayaya

Up next we have Mayaya! Mayaya is a sea anemone (not a sea cucumber as I previously believed) whose facial anatomy slightly baffles and scares me, but that’s okay, because I still love her.

Another top-of-her-class graduate, Mayaya’s own professors said she’d be best teaching music herself, but Mayaya decided she’d rather have fun making her own music, and decided to join the band! She plays “percussion,” which seems to suggest any percussion instrument other than drums and cymbals, and she doesn’t just play for Ink Theory! While Ink Theory is her main squad, she apparently freelances percussion for other bands in her free time. Which bands? We don’t know! It’s never specified! But any time you hear any percussion ever, just know it might be Mayaya herself playing.

Name: Kitamura

And last, but not least, we have Kitamura, the band’s drummer, who might just be the most adorable character design I have ever seen in any piece of media ever! And that’s saying a lot, considering all we’ve covered on this blog. Urchins are hardly ever unlovable, and the little ribbons simply make her all-the more adorable, but what really draws me in here are those eyes. Now, urchins don’t technically have eyes (though their spikes can function as a makeshift compound eye) but as far as eyes go, Kitamura might have some of the most precious looking eyes they could give an urchin. They almost look scrawled on! Heck, part of me wonders if Kitamura just draws on her own eyes to look cute. It’s either that, or her eyes just naturally look like that, and I am personally fine with either possibility.

Oh! Right! Her lore! There’s actually not too much about Kitamura that we know, but we do know that she is fittingly, the band’s mascot, lives on her own, and pays close attention to her curfew. She apparently has a high singing voice also, but we never hear it because none of the Ink Theory songs have vocals. Maybe someday! Maybe someday...

In the Valentine’s Day artwork, we see Kitamura getting to eat a whole lot of ice cream. Do you think Kitamura deserves that much ice cream? Because I do.

This is far from all I have to say about these characters, but there’s not much more I really can say without diving deep into headcanon territory, so I suppose that’s all for now! I hope you appreciate this deep dive into Splatoon lore, and have a wonderful day!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #ink theory #weird splatoon characters #mod hooligon #april fools #a lot of this is probably actually wrong #but give me a break!#all the info on them was in japanese and *i* had to translate it!#have you ever tried translating information in a language you don't even speak?#i had to use google translate which isn't very accurate at all

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kayasu-memo · 5 years

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[trans] 「週刊ヤングジャンプ」 Weekly Young JUMP No.21-22 Issue

An Interview with Yoshizawa Ryo

The live-action movie “Kingdom” is now being released to the public. Ryo plays two important roles: Hyou, a close friend of the main character, Shin, and Eisei, the king who is going to be the first emperor. Yoshizawa Ryo appeared on YJ. The king and the slave, he approaches the backside of the filming which played completely different characters.

一I heard that you have already been reading the original before the cast was decided.

I started reading it five years ago.

一What is your impression of the original?

At first, I knew it because it's so popular and when I started reading it, it was so fired up and I cried. It was so much entertainment that I got hooked at once.

一What did you think when you were going to make an appearance in your favorite live-action movie?

I was happy, but I thought, how the heck do I do? What is it? It was hard for me to imagine what it would be like to call tens of thousands of extras in a battle scene. At first, I couldn't imagine.

一How was it when you actually started the shooting?

The staff, the cast, and everyone who involved in the movie was very passionate. When Osawa Takao (Army Commander Cavalry) who trained to build the body came to the scene I was trembling, this is a heat of Kingdom! I was so happy being able to see it. The actual finished work was insanely interesting, and I thought it wouldn't be something I was worried about (laughs).

一I heard that you have a good relationship with Yamazaki Kento, but did your relationship have an impact on your acting?

This was the 4th time we have performed together, so I think we both know how each other will behave, and because of that kind of relationship, we became Shin and Eisei.

一Did it affects your relationship in reality?

I usually only talk about trivial things with him (laughs), but since I've played in Kingdom, I've had more opportunities to talk to him seriously. I was thinking, I have to make it interesting. Of course, I need to behave like an adult. I think it's also because I was raised up, it's a feeling that I was pulled by the amount of heat of the work.

一You played two roles, Hyou and Eisei, but how could you have played two roles that are quite unique?

I played Hyou and he was easy to understand, humanist and charming, but ... I always thought about how I could express the overwhelming aura that comes out from Eisei, not to mention the expression that doesn't show weakness, the really hot sprits, the human-smelling part, and the standing figure and the way of speaking.

一Was there a moment when your plan was well hooked?

There was also a moment when Eisei was pulled by Shin's spirits and there was a scene where I bumped my dream against Ouki. I think there was something that was born by the tension that I have to convince Ouki. I feel like I've been through these moments many times and I've gotten to grips with Eisei after those many moments.

一It's hard to be a King.

There was also a moment when I was afraid of standing in front of a camera that I had never felt before, with the pressure of having to be among these amazing actors. But I have to stand up and hold up. I thought this was a sense of responsibility and tension in my hands. Through this work, I might have got the guts (laughs).

一What was the most difficult scene?

The scene where Eisei and Hyou are facing each other. There was a scene I played Hyou and it came back to Eisei shortly after that and I had to change my expressions. Even the two people who looked exactly the same, including the costume, they were one person. I think that the heat was coming out on the scene where it was Hara sensei's original lines had completely entered each other's role.

一The scene where Hyou was going to die, it touched me so much, it was shaking with no difference from the original. Also one of the highlights of this work is the action scene.

The action was terrible. I was practicing at a pace of 2-3 a week for about two months, but it's changed rapidly in the field. Fortunately, there are lots of action movies that have been continuing so far, so I think it looks so alive. However, during the 1-cut long turn, I ran and killed people repeatedly with dozens of taking. I was about to collapse because of the lack of oxygen (laughs).

一Were you aware of the difference between Eisei and Hyou's action?

Since I've been practicing, I think there was an act of barbarism in the form, I stooped when I was as Hyou, on the other hand, as Eisei I was learning the swordsmanship of the royal family, so I was very worried about the difference in facial expressions and the way of the living.

一What are the most memorable lines?

The most memorable line was the line during the battle. Everyone said, “Don't give up on your will to fight”. It's a speech line to fire up. I heard that the scene was very important in the Kingdom because Hara sensei was also told so. It was a scene that I myself trembled by reading the original, so I had to decide this thing coolly. There was a consciousness. I had to make a voice that I should shout it loud but also it should be delivered properly, and I thought even if Eisei was exhausted, and Eisai's voice is too beautiful, I wanted to perform it realistically.

一It's about the important line in the story that Hara sensei was cherished it very much, and it seems he's imagining your voices in his head while drawing Eisei in the original work. Now, Yoshizawa-san's voice is Eisai's voice.

Is it true?! It's insanely nice. My voice died in one shot, but I'm glad I did my best.

一You mentioned earlier that Hara sensei came to the scene. Are there any of his words that you think affected and impressed you?

Of course, his words were so impressive, and by chance when we met with him at a Chinese food stall, he asked Kento, “I want the scene where Hyou dies turned hot, that's an important scene” he said, I was listening to it and I thought, “I have to die properly” (laughs). In fact, the shooting of that scene was very intense. I was shooting from around 9 o'clock in the evening to around 3 o'clock in the morning, but with Kento, we conscious of thinking that the shooting order was not significant all the time.

一Please give a word to YJ readers who are looking forward to the live-action movie.

As a fan, I honestly thought this film was interesting, so I think that you can watch it with any confidence and you will enjoy it. I was so happy I challenged the scene with such a spirit I had. Because it's work that the staff and the actors also challenged their whole bodies and souls. I would like you to see it at the theater!

#週刊ヤングジャンプ #吉沢亮 #キングダム

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astarlightmonbebe · 5 years

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YGTB // Demigod AU

a/n: I picked random members lol--also this is more like a Camp Half Blood AU so props to you if you’re a fan.

Choi Hyunsuk

son of Hecate; goddess of magic, crossroads, and ghosts

he would be mysterious if he wasn’t so nice all the time

can do basic magic and manipulation of the Mist

sees and communicates with the occasional ghost

you can find him sitting on the floor listening to a ghost’s whole life story at any given point really

says he isn’t scared of anything

loves capture the flag because it allows him to practice with the Mist

best friends with all the younger demigods and would die for every single one of them

his goal is to be like a brother to everyone and make them feel comfortable

the suk of gonjisuk

Lee Byunggon

son of Morpheus; god of dreams

can put people to sleep and also give them dreams

if you become his enemy, he’ll give you nightmares

everyone is literally terrified of him

(we all know he’s a giant softball but like heck does he want people to know that)

sneaks up on people all the time and scaring them

‘ooh..Byunggon!!! haha didn’t see you there haha...’

doesn’t talk much, but makes people sufficiently shut up when he does

bluntly honest

hides in his sweatshirts lol

weapon of choice is sparring with spears and staffs

he can sweep you off your feet in an instance (literally and figuratively..)

the gon of gonjisuk

Park Jihoon

son of Zeus; god of the sky

can conjure lightning and storms

is actually really humble

‘no..I can’t do much...only shoot some lightning bolts and incinerate the enemy...like I said, nothing much’

grew up with monsters trying to kill him, so he’s tough

tries to be best friends with everyone

hype machine

(sometimes cheers on the enemy before realizing his mistake)

is really bad at moving around quietly and is always talking about one thing or another

camoflauge? he doesn’t know that

the ji of gonjisuk

Hanada Asahi

son of Athena; goddess of wisdom

quiet but really good at strategies

best person to have on your team for capture the flag, because he has a new battle plan every time

draws detailed floor plans in his free time

doesn’t speak up much, but thinks a lot

the ace card basically; nobody expects him when he’s ‘played’

shy but soft bean, oversized sweaters and ink stains

speaks his mind when he really wants to

has a strong self belief in the solidity of his own plans, though

Hidaka Mahiro

son of Aphrodite; goddess of love and beauty

the least likely person to be found in that cabin

is considered the dark horse child

dyslexic

even if he doesn’t do anything about his looks, he’s still a real natural beauty

half of the other demigods have massive crushes on him and think he’s some dark, charming, mysterious person

in reality he’s awkward and shy around the majority of people (Yoshinori and the other j trainees are the exceptions)

is actually a makeup and fashion wizard but never uses his skills

a secret romantic at heart

give him roses and a candelit dinner and he will absolutely swoon for you

Takata Mashiho

son of Poseidon; god of the sea

water powers and hurricane creators

friend of all horses

didn’t actually learn how to swim

was a competitive horseback rider and thought all horses just magically loved him before discovering his heritage

sweetest person ever and is on a quest to preserve the oceans better

best friends with the naiads and nerieds, plus the other water dwelling creatures

feels really strong about environmental issues

always willing to lend a helping hand

Terazono Keita

son of Tyche; goddess of good luck and fortune

smiley sunflower :)

always trying to give people good luck

believer of lucky charms and makes homemade ones

(there’s no guarantee they actually work, but the rare one does)

spreader of happiness

impossible to hate, especially with that smile

probably saved the country in his past life

can’t fight to save his life

yet has great archery aim

Yoshinori

son of Ares; god of war

very ADHD and is always moving around

lived as an orphan for most of his life

kind of bitter and resentful, but is soft for Mahiro

always eager to start a fight over really petty things, like cutting in line

weapon of choice is a sword

he’s unnaturally good at swordplay and hand to hand combat

nobody can win against him

can be very vicious against people who go against him

strong loyal and protective streak

good at heart

Kim Sungyeon

son of Apollo; god of the sun, poetry, prophecy, music, and medicine

face looks like its been sculpted by a god themselves (and maybe it has)

multi talented boy

can sing, dance, compose music, do basic first aid, and also sometimes predict the future

his prophecies come in the form of visions at random spurts

sometimes it’ll be months before he has another one

tbh the majority of his visions have yet to come true but nobody wants to be the one to point that out because he insists he’s basically the oracle

1/3 of the terrible trio (they generally wreck havoc on just about anything and everyone)

Kil Dohwan

son of Nike; goddess of victory

highly competitive

everything is a race and there is always a winner

tends to have tantrums but is working on accepting loss

very focused on the end goal

can be ideal for capture the flag, but it depends on the day

his mom is kind of pressuring (duh) so he feels the need to always win regardless of circumstances

1/3 of the terrible trio

Kim Doyoung

son of Hermes; god of travelers and thieves

kleptomaniac

adhd, never stops moving

mischievous and king of pranks

does things that would normally make people hate him

but he’s like physically impossible to hate

pickpockets people when they first meet

if something goes missing, it’s most likely with him

probably the only person to become super rich without earning anything

1/3 of the terrible trio

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Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C7

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort

Chapter 7 - Only A Week Since We Started

By Saturday, Loki was feeling completely burned out. He’d been looking after Peter pretty much on his own for almost a week, and he was exhausted. In some ways, it was getting easier: he knew Peter’s quirks and he’d figured out a routine for him. But he and Tony barely talked, and Tony was still essentially pretending all this wasn’t happening. It was easy to feel isolated, even with a talkative toddler around.

Loki’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey Loki. It’s Clint”

“Oh!”

“I said I’d call in about a week. How’s it going?”

“Ah” Loki said, glancing over at Peter, who was busy scribbling on an old newspaper with wax crayons. “Well. Peter’s doing ok. He seems healthy and happy enough”

“And Tony?”

Loki went quiet. He wasn’t sure how to put it.

“That bad, eh?” Clint said.

“He’s been awful” Loki said. “I’ve never seen him like this”

“What, is he panicking?”

“A bit”

“What’s he been like? Giving the kid coffee? Refusing to stick to bedtime?”

“I’d prefer that, honestly” Loki sighed heavily. “He’s been useless. He’s basically ignored Peter all week. He won’t do anything for him. He won’t help put him to bed or bath him, he won’t play with him, he won’t hug him. Heck, he won’t even talk to him most of the time. It’s upsetting Peter, and it’s upsetting me. I want to kill him”

“You’re joking, right?”

“I wish I was” Loki said grimly. “I’ve barely seen him. I honestly don’t know what I can do about it. I’m going to burn out, and if that happens, where does that leave Peter?”

“You’ve got people who will help, but Tony needs to step up”

“I know, but it doesn’t matter what I say, he won’t put in the effort. For the first few days he wouldn’t even cook for him. He’s got better there; he’s been cooking in the evenings, making stuff Peter can eat, but that’s about it. He won’t do anything for him directly”

“Can I offer some advice?”

Loki sighed. “Sure. I suppose it couldn’t hurt”

“You need to give him a good kick. Metaphorically speaking” Clint said. “You’ve gotta force him into it”

“And how exactly do you suggest I do that?”

“Don’t give him any choice in the matter” Clint said. “Find him, tell him that tonight, you’re having some time for yourself, and so he’ll need to look after Peter”

“I don’t think that will go down too well”

“Doesn’t matter. Let him whine and bitch about it, but keep to your word. Don’t step in at all after you’ve gone off for your me time. Don’t give him any option but to step up and be a dad”

Loki thought for a moment. “Would that work?”

“Only one way to find out” Clint said. “There’s no reason for you to act single parent. So, Tony being a twat aside, how’s parenting a toddler going?”

“Being a parent is hard, I always knew that, but parenting a toddler is hard in a different way. It’s a whole different ball game. He’s not a bad kid. He’s a wiggly little thing, but he’s not so mischievous as I expected. He’s quite good, really. He’s really funny” Loki laughed slightly. “He’s a strange little thing, but he’s so cute. Unbelievably cute. He’s always laughing”

“Aww, I’m glad he’s well-behaved. No major incidents then? Any spider powers?”

“Thankfully not!” Loki said. “I don’t know how I’d cope with a toddler who could literally climb walls. I don’t know why he doesn’t have the powers, but, well, he doesn’t. As for incidents... Well. He ruined a box of bath salts, and he made an almighty mess of his room after that first night, but thankfully those are the main ones so far. He’s quite easy to distract with his rocket and a DVD, fortunately. All the other things that have gone wrong are just general kids stuff, I think, or errors on my part”

“Bless! He did look mighty cute cuddled up to that rocket when I saw him. So, what does he fuss about? All mine hated something at that age. How is he with baths?”

“Well, we nearly had a disaster the first time, but I invested in a non-slip mat, so we’ve had no repeats. But no, he’s fine with baths. He likes playing with his little boats and ducks. He’s not a huge fan of bedtime, though” Loki stopped a moment. “Ah. Maybe I shouldn’t give Tony that kick”

“Don’t turn into a pushover now, Loki. Tony’s more than capable of putting your kid to bed. He’ll have to learn somehow. He’ll probably be fine and know exactly what to when he’s in the situation, even if he insists beforehand that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. What if Peter’s a toddler for six months? Do you really want to struggle through everything on your own?”

“Mm, good point” Loki sighed. “I’ll do it. I’m just exhausted after this week”

“Where’s the kid now?”

“He’s in here with me”

“What’s he doing?”

“Drawing on a newspaper. I ought to get him some notebooks or colouring books... He doesn’t have much to do, Clint, and that worries me. Tony didn’t want to listen when I mentioned about getting him more toys. He’s got his cuddlies, and his bath toys, but that’s about it. He’s going to get bored soon”

“Yeah, and a bored toddler is a nightmare toddler, believe me. Can’t you go and get him stuff yourself? Or order stuff online?”

“I’d like to let him choose. Plus, it’d annoy Tony. And more importantly, I can’t really get there”

“What, the big toy shops?”

“Well, I can get there, but you really need a car if you’re buying lots of things, and I’ve not got a license for Tony’s motors: only my motorbike. I can’t exactly stick Peter on that. I need Tony helping”

“When Tony’s settled and started pulling his weight, get onto him about it”

“It might be ages. I don’t know if he’ll step up”

Clint cleared his throat. “Hey, can I visit? I’ll bring him something to play with if Tony’s still being a dick in a couple of days”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that one. I’m not too sure about having visitors while things are so tense here: it might just make Tony kick off more”

“Ok, well, keep me updated. I care about the kid; we all do” Clint said. “I mean what I said: I’ll help. Give Peter a little hug from me, ok?”

“I will. Listen, thanks for checking in. I do appreciate it. It’s been very isolating, this week”

“Yeah, I get it” Clint said. “It must be weird, losing all those conversations and jokes you had with Peter. Before the whole ray gun thing. And being on bad terms with Tony? You two are always so close; it’s weird thinking about you two being annoyed at each other. Kick him into gear tonight, and it’ll be fine”

“I’ll give it a good go. I’d enjoy an evening reading and an early night or something like that. Tony’s going to have to sort himself out sooner or later. I’ve already had to blow off the hospital”

“What, really?!”

“Yes, I rang them, and of course they know what’s happened, but I told them anyway, and said I wouldn’t be in for the foreseeable future. I had a feeling Tony wouldn’t be up to looking after a child he’d been ignoring while I disappeared in my scrubs... Clint, if I tell you something, it stays between us, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I still value my life”

Loki laughed slightly. “Good. Now, this is going to sound really bad, and it’s nothing I’ve ever thought before, but... Right now? I don’t trust Tony with Peter”

Clint was quiet for a moment. “I don’t blame you. You’re both scared. See how you feel tomorrow morning. Force Tony to take the reins for tonight. Say goodnight to Peter, and make yourself scarce for the evening. And report back to me: I wanna know if my idea pays off”

“Ok, ok. I’ll do it, for myself as well as the family"

“Good. Kick that stubborn bastard into shape. He’s a good dad. Make him remember that”

Loki nodded. “Yeah, yeah, he can’t slack off forever”

“Daddy, daddy!” Peter was suddenly in front of him, tugging at his trouser leg. “Daddy!”

“Hold on a second, Clint” Loki lowered the phone. “What’s the matter, chick?”

“Thirsty! I need a drink”

“Ok sweetheart, just a second” he put the phone back to his ear. “I’ve got to go”

“I heard. You get off. Talk to you later”

“Yes, talk to you later. Goodbye”

“Bye!”

He put the phone down, and picked Peter up, giving him a cuddle.

“This is from Uncle Clint” he said. “He told me to give you a hug from him”

“Oh!” Peter giggled. “Uncle Clint!”

“He might come for a visit in a few days” Loki said, setting Peter down, standing up, and taking his hand. “Let’s go and get you a drink, little pal”

“Apple juice!”

“I don’t think we’ve got any left, darling” Loki said. “How about something else? How about... chocolate milkshake?”

“Wow! Yes please!”

Loki smiled, squeezing Peter’s hand. “Ok, chicken. Let’s get you sorted”

Loki put Peter down for his nap, and then went to find Tony.

“Hello, gorgeousness” Tony said. “What’s up?”

“I’m having some time to myself tonight” Loki said. “After tea, the evenings mine”

“Ok” Tony said.

“Which means you’ll have to look after Peter” Loki continued. “Give him his bath and put him to bed and stuff”

“Right”

Loki nodded. “Right. Ok. Good. I’ll see you in a bit”

“See you in a bit”

Loki was true to his word. Once he’d finished eating, he put the dirty plates and cutlery by the sink, and put the kettle on. He made himself a mug of tea, and shoved a packet of chocolate chip shortbread into his pocket.

“Right, that’s me” he said.

“What?!” Tony said. “What do you mean?”

“Well, like I said earlier; I’m having an evening to myself” he kissed Tony on the cheek, and gave Peter a little cuddle. “Goodnight, chick. You be good for daddy”

“Wait, Loki-”

“Remember he needs his bath tonight. Goodnight, darlings. See you in the morning” Loki trilled, and he swept out of the room quickly.

Tony froze, looking at the tiny boy diagonally across from him at the breakfast bar. The little boy looked back at him. Tony stood up quickly and went over to the sink, turning the taps on. He watched the water gushing into the washing up bowl, and heard a thump. He spun round quickly, and found that Peter had fallen off his seat while trying to get down. The little boy started howling.

“LOKI?!” Tony called, but of course received no answer.

Tony bit his lip, unsure what to do. He knew one thing; he couldn’t deal with that squealing. He went over to the boy, standing above him.

“Are you going to stay there all night?”

Peter just kept crying. He had a red mark on his forehead where he’d hit the tiles. Tony hoicked the boy up with an arm round the chest, and marched off to the room with the reading nook.

Loki glared at him when he came in.

“He’s hit his head” Tony said, thrusting the boy at him.

Tony turned on his heel. Loki thrust a hand out quickly, and the door slammed shut.

“Don’t you dare walk away” Loki hissed. He looked back at Peter. “Let’s have a little look at you, sweetheart”

He checked Peter’s head, and after a little kiss and a cuddle, the boy stopped crying. Loki kissed him once more, and then stood up, putting Peter back in Tony’s arms.

“There. Now, if you’d happily excuse me, I’d like to be left undisturbed for the rest of the night”

Tony put Peter down at the first opportunity. Peter found his rocket and quite happily played in the kitchen while Tony was doing the washing up. Tony took his time, wondering how dire the consequences would be if he simply put the toddler in with Loki and locked himself in the lab for the rest of the night. But Loki had been cross with him all week anyway, and he didn’t really want to risk a major fight. And he supposed there was no harm in his husband having a quiet evening. At least, he couldn’t think of any good reason to pull him out of it. He certainly couldn’t say he had to help look after the kid, not after he himself hadn’t done anything of the sort ever since the accident. That wasn’t ideal.

Once Tony had finished sorting the kitchen, he turned to the little boy. Peter had gotten hold of a wooden spoon, and was busy pushing his rocket round the kitchen with it.

“Loki- uh, daddy said you need a bath tonight” Tony said, not quite looking at the boy.

Peter stopped what he was doing. “Why?”

Tony shrugged. “He just did. Probably better to get it over and done with. Come on”

Peter dropped the spoon and picked up his rocket.

“Uh. Right. Let’s- let’s go to your room, to your bathroom” Tony said.

“Why?”

“Because it’s bath time”

“Why?”

“Because it is. Stop asking silly questions and come with me”

Peter trotted after him, humming happily to himself. He stood bouncing on the balls of his feet when they got to the en suite, watching Tony. Tony didn’t feel great. He was kind of nervous. He’d bathed Peter before - big Peter. He wasn’t sure how different it would be bathing a toddler. He’d avoided him a lot, and he hadn’t talked much with Loki, so he wasn’t sure if he was a pain in the arse or not. He looked at the kiddie toiletries lined up on the edge of the bath. He looked at the duck-patterned anti-slip mat in the bath. He looked at the little basket of bath toys on the floor by the bath. He sighed, put the plug in, and turned the taps on.

“I need a wee”

Tony turned round. “What?”

“I SAID, I need a WEE!”

“Oh. Uhh, ok, I’ll step out for a moment” Tony said, and wasted no time in doing so.

He looked down at his feet as he stood outside the bathroom. He looked around the room. It was still Peter’s, with the big elephant and the trophies and photos and the school satchel in the corner. But along with all the normal Peter things, there were the two boxes of kids clothes. There were tiny slippers by the bed, tiny pyjamas folded at the end of it, a kids blanket, a tiny dressing gown hanging over the normal one on the back of the bedroom door, wax crayons littered on the floor, and a sippy cup on the bedside table. It was still all so strange and scary and weird.

Peter started chattering to Tony when he came back into the en suite and turned the bath taps off. Tony didn’t really listen to anything he was saying, too deep in thought, still not entirely accepting what had happened to his son.

“Bath’s ready” he said.

Peter put his rocket down, and peered over the edge of the bath.

“There’s no snow” he said, plunging his arms into the water.

“Hey! You’ve still got your shirt on!” Tony snapped, pulling him back. “Yuck. You’ve absolutely soaked yourself”

Peter didn’t seem to care. He picked his rocket back up. Tony sighed irritably.

“Whatever. Get your clothes off”

“What about my rocket?”

“What about it?”

“He needs to go on his launch pad”

Tony blinked at him. “What?”

“His launch pad! Up there!” Peter pointed at the soap dish.

It took a moment for him to click. He took the toy rocket, and put it up on the soap dish. Peter smiled happily.

“Right. Clothes”

“Um...”

Peter looked down at himself, shuffling on his feet. Tony sighed.

“What?”

Peter blinked at him. Tony sighed again, and tugged the boys clothes off impatiently. Peter squeaked and whined.

“Stop whimpering” Tony said. “It’s only a bath”

“It’s a rubbish bath! It doesn’t even have any snow!”

Tony ignored him. He grabbed the boy under the arms and put him into the bath. Peter squawked at him.

“Too hot!”

“Don’t be silly”

“IT’S TOO HOT!!” Peter yelled, trying to scramble out of the bath. “TOO HOT, TOO HOT, TOO HOT!!!”

Tony growled in annoyance, grabbing the boy and plonking him down on the bathroom mat. He turned the cold tap back on.

“Stop squeaking”

“TOO HOT!”

“You’re not even in it anymore” Tony grumbled, sticking his hand into the bath.

Hmm. It was quite hot further down. Maybe it really was too hot for the little tyke. He kept the cold water running until he was sure it had cooled throughout, and then he turned the tap off.

“Right, it’s not hot now” he said, taking hold of Peter.

Peter squealed. “No! No, don’t want to! Too hot, too hot!”

“I’ve just put cold in it!” Tony said, forcing the wriggling toddler back into the water.

Peter still squealed a moment longer, but then went quiet when he realised it wasn’t too hot anymore. Tony grabbed a beaker and filled it from the bath. He put a hand on Peter’s forehead, shielding his eyes, tipped his head back, and poured the water over his head. Peter squeaked indignantly, bringing his little hands down on the surface of the water, splashing Tony.

“Hey!” Tony said, drawing back. “Don’t do that!”

Peter did it again. And again. Tony grabbed his wrists.

“I said don’t!”

Peter shook his head vigorously, spraying Tony with water that way. Tony let go of him, grabbing a towel to dry his face and dab ineffectively at his damp shirt.

“Thanks for that” he grumbled. “I need to wash you, so stay still”

“No! Staying still is boring!”

Tony glared at him, and then remembered the little box of bath toys. He took the big yellow rubber duck from the top, and handed it to the toddler.

“Here”

Peter took it in both hands, and promptly stuck its beak in his mouth. He went quiet, looking up at Tony with his big puppy-dog eyes.

“Aww” Tony said, before he could stop himself. “You’re actually kinda sweet when you’re quiet...”

Peter didn’t say anything. Tony hesitantly reached out, shielding the boys eyes with his hand again and tipping his head back.

“Stay still, ok?”

“Ok, daddy” Peter said, a little indistinct as he was still chewing on his toy.

Tony poured another cup of water over the boys head, and then reached for the bottle of shampoo. Peter was good while Tony washed his hair, distracted by the duck, which was still in his mouth. He whined a little when Tony rinsed the suds, but he didn’t make a big fuss. Tony breathed out in relief.

“There” Tony said, letting go of the boy and setting the beaker down. “Uhh. Right...”

He picked up the new sponge and body wash. He could feel Peter watching him, which was a little off-putting. Maybe this was the bit of the bath the boy didn’t like. Tony prepared himself for screaming and squeaking and shouting, and began to wash the boy.

Peter didn’t scream. He didn’t squeak, and he didn’t shout. He stayed perfectly quiet, letting himself be washed, and staring up at his dad intently.

“There, that was ok, wasn’t it?” Tony said, once he’d finished.

Peter took the ducks beak out of his mouth. “Yep”

“Yeah... Ok. Uh...” he looked at the bottles by the bath, thinking. “What else do we need to do?”

“Play”

Tony looked at him. “What?”

“Play!” Peter repeated. “I wanna play!”

“Oh. Uh, well, I guess that’s ok..” he picked up a plastic boat and a rubber fish from the basket, and put them in the water.

“I need another boat”

Tony gave him one, and then unfolded the little old folding chair and sat on it. He watched Peter playing. It was quite funny to see his little game, and hear the different voices he gave the different toys. Tony still didn’t exactly want to be there, but at least he had a relatively good kid to look after, and not a total screaming nightmare. He just had to get through the evening, and then the responsibility would be back over to Loki.

Tony hoicked Peter out of the bath and wrapped a towel round him.

“Ok, right. I think it’s bedtime next”

“No it’s not!” Peter said.

“Isn’t it?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s too early!”

Tony checked his watch. “Mm. I thought it was later, since we had that early tea. Uh. Maybe you should get into your pyjamas anyway”

“I wanna play”

“Right. Pyjamas first. So, uh, we need to get you dry”

He knelt down, taking the towel from round the boy and using it to rub him dry. Peter whined and wriggled a bit, especially while Tony was doing his hair. Tony tried to ignore him. He dragged a comb through the boys hair, which Peter made clear he hated, and then he released him, standing up.

“There, that’ll do” Tony said. “Now, uh, you stay here”

“Why??” Peter whined, still a little cross about how rough Tony had been while doing his hair.

“I need to find you some pyjamas”

“Oh” Peter said, thinking for a moment. “I wanna wear the teddy one!”

Tony remembered it. “Right”

“I need my rocket”

“Not until you’re decent”

“What does that mean?”

“Clothed” Tony said. “Stay right there; I’ll just be a minute”

Peter looked round the bathroom while Tony was gone. Other daddy always got out the big bottle of powder after baths, so Peter thought he’d help this daddy and find it. The trouble was, Peter couldn’t see it anywhere. It must be in the other room. The bathroom door had been left ajar, so he slipped out into the bedroom.

“Hey, I told you to stay put!” Tony snapped.

“But it’s not in there!”

“What’s not in there?”

“The bottle”

“What bottle?!” Tony asked, starting to get agitated.

“The big bottle of soft snow!”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about”

Peter pouted, jumping about and trying to see if it was on the top of one of his cabinets.

“For gods sake, stop thumping about like that! Come here; let’s get this on you”

“But what about the SNOW?!”

Tony took a very deep breath, and cleared his throat. “Tell me about this ‘snow’”

“Daddy uses it after bath time” Peter said. “It’s soft and white and makes you look all pale”

“Oh!” Tony said, clicking. “I think you mean baby powder”

He spotted the bottle on top of one of the cabinets, and took it down. He showed it to Peter.

“This?”

Peter nodded. “Soft snow!”

“Right. Uh, I don’t really think... Ok, powder and then pyjamas, I suppose”

“I wanna be a teddy bear!”

“Whatever, just hold still for a minute”

Tony still felt like he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He never used talc himself, so he wasn’t sure how much to use. As it happened, he ended up using far too much. Peter found it hilarious. He giggled like anything, clapping his little hands and dancing on his little feet.

“Snowstorm, snowstorm, snowstorm!” he chanted.

“Yeah, we’ll not use so much next time” Tony said, closing the bottle of powder and putting it back where he’d found it. “Right, uh, pyjamas”

“TEDDY BEAR!”

“Keep your voice down! Ok, teddy bear” he quickly found the onesie. “Ok, lets get you into this”

“TEDDY B-”

“Hey, I said keep your voice down! Now zip it”

Peter blinked at him, and stayed quiet while Tony got him into his nightclothes. Tony put the toddlers hood up.

“Oh wow. You’re... You’re really cute, aren’t you?”

“Guess what time it is!”

Tony blinked at him. “What?”

“Bear hug time!” Peter giggled, stretching his arms out.

Tony looked at him, at this funny little toddler with bright eyes and fluffy damp curls. Slowly, he held his arms out, and the toddler fell into them, giggling happily. He hesitated, and then held him close. He felt so tiny. He was small and soft and sweet - but this wasn’t the person Tony had adopted, and Tony couldn’t shake that thought. He let go of the toddler quickly.

“Go play for a bit before bed” he said, standing up.

“Ok!” Peter grinned. “Can I have my rocket now?”

Tony went into the bathroom, grabbing the rocket toy and taking it back to him. Peter took it, hugging it to his chest, giggling.

“Thank you!”

Tony swallowed. “Right. Let’s go to the living room. You can play in there for a while”

Peter held his hand out to Tony.

“You don’t need me holding your hand” Tony said, not quite looking at him. “You can just follow me”

Peter didn’t let it phase him. He just nodded, and trotted along with his rocket, making his funny little rocket noises. Tony tried not to look at him, tried not to listen to him. He felt all mixed up and weird, and he didn’t like it, not one bit.

Peter played quite boisterously. Tony didn’t really pay any attention. He flicked through the camera roll on his phone distractedly, looking at pictures of Peter - teenage Peter, his Peter - and feeling very lost indeed.

By the time Tony was brought out of his deep thoughts, it was nearly nine o’ clock. He looked at the toddler, who was still playing, but quietly now. He was looking very sleepy.

“I think it’s bedtime” Tony said.

Peter looked up, nodding. He looked incredibly cute, and Tony found he couldn’t deny that - or the warm feeling in his chest when he looked at him. He lifted the boy into his arms, rubbing his back gently.

“I think you’ve tired yourself out”

“I’m not a bit tired” Peter yawned.

“You just keep telling yourself that”

Tony carried him to his room. He pulled the covers back, and carefully set him down in the middle of the bed, wary that he might fall out if he put him on one side of the bed instead. Peter looked up at him, his little nose wrinkling as he yawned again. He cuddled up with his rocket.

“There we go” Tony said, tucking the covers round him.

“Daddy?”

“Shh. It’s time to sleep”

“Daddy, I love you”

Tony looked at him, really looked at him. He could really see his Peter in this little boy, and that made the whole thing all the more difficult. He was gentle, and cute, and Tony hated that. He didn’t want to accept what had happened. He wanted his son back, his fifteen year old son. But now he had this toddler. He’d secretly been quite proud of himself for managing to avoid him as long as he did. But now he was face to face with him. He’d had to look after him, watch him play, get him washed and into his pyjamas and into bed, actually interact with him and see what he was like. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew this little kid was weaseling his way into his heart. He didn’t feel ready for that. He hadn’t adopted a toddler - how could he possible parent one? How could he act like he hadn’t lost his little boy? Ok, so he was still here, physically (although small), but he wasn’t here in any other way. He’d been right to fear Kindsprengens gun.

He swallowed, and very gently kissed the toddler on the forehead.

“Go to sleep”

Loki was just coming out of his en suite, towel round his shoulders, when Tony came into his bedroom. Loki sighed, assuming he was going to try to rope him back into childcare.

“Hi”

Tony’s eyes welled with tears. Loki looked at him, and saw that his shoulders had started to shake.

“Tony?! Oh Tony, hey! Oh darling!”

He put his hands on Tony’s shoulders. Tony threw his arms round Loki, burying his face in his shoulder. Loki hesitated, surprised, and then held him tight.

“Oh darling” Loki said, resting his head against Tony’s. “What is it? It’s ok; I’ve got you”

Tony couldn’t speak. He clung to Loki desperately, and he sobbed and sobbed, and sobbed.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson #I had planned a completely different ending for this chapter but hey that's showbiz for ya

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Careful to avoid making any noise, you pressed down on the dull gold lever. Once the handle was pressed as far as it would go, you pushed gently on one of the deep walnut wood doors. Sherri and a few of the other wives sat together speaking in low careful tones, but fat joey was late as you’d hoped he would be.The bakers would have fresh bread out on the same day each week. He wasn’t about to miss that.

Dropping all pretense, you turned the inner lock, shut the door behind you and grinned.

“Good Morning.” You called to the women, eager to get the heck outta dodge.

Hazel eyes gave you a once over, pausing at the sight of the old flannel you had on over your dress. You’d found it buried at the back of negan’s closet. It fit him too big around the middle which meant it fit you just right.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alma asked sternly.

“Where ever the wind takes me on this fine day, Miss Alma.”You didn’t mean to be rude. You knew that all of these girls had to put up with the boss man same as you. Only, they were scared of him, which must feel awful, but you couldn’t risk getting caught just to be polite to someone.

“He’ll be angry.” You heard her call after you, but Negan was always angry about something or other. So you didn’t let that stop you.

There was no way of knowing how long you had, but you intended to explore as much of the sanctuary as possible. You had been out of the room before, sure, but had only seen flashes of the place as you ran past. You had gone on a mini-mission two months ago to find out what was making Fat Joey late. Once you figured out the day of the week it was like clockwork. Third day of every week, Fat Joey left his room at 7:35am. He headed straight for the bakers and stood in line for a good half hour. You left when they handed him the sweet bread and found it took virtually no effort to beat him back to the room. That was the most you had seen of the sanctuary since your arrival and was not the best way, you were convinced, to get to know and appreciate the beauty this place might hold.

The Sunlight felt nice for the first few seconds after you stepped out of building A, but soon enough the humidity ruined the moment. You untied the blue bonnet colored ribbon from around your wrist and tied your hair back into a low ponytail. It was your scarlet letter. Negan said you had to wear it because you misbehaved. Apparently it identified you as a flight risk.You weren’t supposed to take it off, but then again, you weren’t supposed to leave the room. You choose to stay on the greenery beside the road to avoid burning your feet and followed it to the make shift market.

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“Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyes daring him to repeat himself.

“You don’t have credit.”

“The hell i don’t.”

“How many more times do you need me to say it?”Eugene repeated a smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his chair looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“How fucking dare -” You started to shout, your voice ringing out through the warehouse. Calling attention to yourself was the last thing you wanted to be doing. You felt the corners of your mouth pull up into a practiced grin that you never thought you’d have cause to use again.

“My my,” Injecting sugar into your voice, you leaned across the table until you were nearly close enough to touch him. “Look at you! You’ve been runnin’ with the big dogs long enough to do a halfway decent impression, Eugene.”

Eugene’s shifty eyes widened. “You know my name?”

“Negan only ever talks about one genius with a mullet.” You lowered the volume of your voice conspiratorially, “How fortunate you are that my darling husband hasn’t seen through you yet. Maybe, I ought to help him see you for what you really are?”

“He will never believe you.”

“No. He would never believe anyone, but me. It wouldn’t make any sense for me to lie about a man i have never met. All i have to do is call into question your history with the pple of Alexandria and make it seem like i feel genuine concern for his safety.”

Metal chair legs scraped against cement as Eugene pushed his seat back and stood.

“I’m g-going out for a smoke.Th-Them shoes better be the only thing missin’ when i get back.” His trembling lower lip killed any affect his wrathful tone might have had on you.

Your white dress fanned out behind you as you half jogged half ran, brown leather contraband on your feet, eager to begin your self guided tour.

Building after building of industrial rot, a few rusty tin shacks, and a sad row of tomatoes later, you found yourself in front of the main building itself. The Sanctuary’s weather beaten concrete face was made of cruel sharp angles. Her broken windows were yellowing jagged teeth.She stared brutally down at you until you couldn’t bare to meet her eyes anymore and turned walking brusquely away from her frightening visage.

You turned the corner only to freeze in your tracks.The wet raspy growling filled your ears before the smell hit you. Walkers.

Your eyes swept from left to right a few times trying to count, to keep track and then you realized, that they weren’t coming for you. There was a chain link fence separating you.Your brow knitted and were they tied down? Yes. They were stuck. Some chained up, some tied up, some stuck through with pipes.

Had this been Negan’s doing?

Your stomach wrenched at the thought.

The man was all smoke and mirrors.You shook the thought away and made for the only corner of the god forsaken place you hadn’t yet visited.

The stolen too-big boots kicked up loose bits of gravel behind you as you headed for the backlot.

Little did you know that you had an audience. Dark eyes followed your trek down the road from the loading dock behind you.

Broken wood pallets, a rusted up old mercury with bullet holes along the side, some old crates,a busted up head board, ruined tires, and tin sheeting lay rotting in the grass.

Nearer the chain link fence, lay the final resting place for the few men who managed to stay on good terms with Negan until their last moments. Crude wooden headstones marked with spray paint stuck out in a bad attempt of making a row.

You slowed down as you reached the end of the pavement and waded into the living green sea of grass hoping not to encounter any snakes.The damp blades were staining the skirt of your dress, but it’d be worth the scolding.

A long jagged claw snagged at your dress. You cursed as you pulled it loose and to your relief found it was a foot and a half of wood that likely came off of one of the pallets.You tossed it aside. Now you’d gone and torn the thing, he would be extra pissed.

He was following you, keeping far enough away not to draw attention. That idiot, Joey had let you loose. Flannel shirt or not you were ruining your dress, you had taken off your bracelet and gotten your hands on a pair of shoes and that triple fucking pissed him off.

He imagined you attempting to clamber over the high fence again, face full of determination fueled by spite. After all, your last attempt made it clear you didn’t give a shit about your own well-being anymore. He cursed under his breath. God help you if you were stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. Yet he knew, Negan knew from the first second your eyes met his that he was going to keep you with him till the day he died. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, Negan had come to the conclusion that he had to do everything in his power to make you want to stay.

Despite the show and the accusations he had made, alternately burning and bashing some person or another, everytime you fucked up, Negan went easy on you. The second he’d laid eyes on you, he’d chucked his personal rule book out the fucking window. He was afraid that this made him look soft and that burned his pride like nothing else could.

However, women with your body type had always been his preference and God knew, a figure like yours was a rare find these days. He wanted to fuck you, he wanted to fuck you so damn badly. Charming women had always come easy to him, but you weren’t easily charmed. He found himself smiling a little at the memory of your first meeting.

Long hair pulled back into a braid, a lovely face, enough cleavage showing to catch his eye. Your faded jeans had holes in the thighs and your face was flushed from your attempt to out run The Saviors.

You looked so darn pretty kneeling before him. You’d had the audacity to meet his gaze. It pissed him off and turned him on in equal measure. Your eyes captivated him. They were burning with resentment, but no tears. You didn’t cry, didn’t beg, and didn’t flinch at the sight of Lucille. Not even after he’d dirtied her up a bit. Near the end of his speech , some traitorous switch inside him had flipped.

“Darlin’, You have got a look in your eyes that says you haven’t been fucked right in years.”He drawled smiling his slick easy smile.”Why don’t you come on home with me, I’ll show you how good it can be with a real man.”

“You expect me to believe that a bean pole like you can handle curves like mine? Honey, I would eat you alive.”

He laughed low and long.The genuine mirth startled everyone,but you.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.I just want to love you right.”

“Well, I am sorry, Mister Real Man, but your pick up lines are bad jokes at best and that mouth of yours...” You shook your head in disapproval. “So dirty.”

You were meant to be his. No doubt about it.

“Mmm, there are plenty of good things i can do with this dirty mouth and you are curious to find out, I can tell.”

Negan’s big strong hand fisted into the collar of your jacket pulling you toward him. You stumbled quickly onto your feet to keep from being dragged. Before you could catch your balance, his lips were on yours.

Unlike Negan’s bat and savior show the heated kiss he gave you impressed you. He was warm and firm and God he smelled good. He nipped at your lower lip and turned back to what was left of your group.

“We are gonna do just fine, Darlin. As for the rest of you sorry shits, i want you to bring me my stuff and then go out and get me something nice.”

His dark brown eyes gleamed down at you. “We’ll consider it a wedding present.”

Your exclamation was drowned out by the saviors’ hearty laughter as you were picked up and carried to his truck.

From the moment Negan made you a wife, you vowed that you would get away from him even if you died trying. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, you had come to the conclusion that making him unhappy was the only way out of the wives club.

You rummaged through the crates and found quite a few empty glass bottles. They would do. You put them all in the same crate and carried it with you as you counted your steps. You waited until you were at least two yards away to throw the first one.

Thunk

What in the hell? He frowned wading into the tall weeds and grass.

“Well i’ll be damned.” You murmurred to yourself as you bent to pick up another bottle.

You glared at the mercury, closed your fist around the neck of the bottle, and swung. It grazed the roof, but landed on the other side of the car.

“Have you lost your freaking mind?”

Your shoulders tensed at the familiar smooth baritone of your husband’s voice. You stood there clenching your teeth, frustrated with the intrusion.

You schooled your features for the man in charge and turned to face him.

“Hey there, Sugar. What are you doin’ out here?”

Negan came to stand before you, but

he didn’t ask the questions you had expected him to ask. Perhaps, Where in the hell did you get shoes? Or How in the hell did you manage to escape a locked room with a savior standing watch? Maybe. Instead, Negan swallowed his anger and made himself the very picture of patience.

“I could ask you the same question, Sweetheart.” He replied.

You stared at him, curiosity battling the wrath within you.

“Well?” Negan prompted after a minute or two of your silence.

Your thoughts raced What the fuck?! Why was he being nice?! He should be letting you have it right now! He should be cussing up a storm! He should -

“Just... keepin’ busy.”

“In the junkyard? Playing with glass? That’s a hell of a thing for a Queen to do.” He murmured, trying to reign in his rage.”You could have hurt yourself.”

You were disgusted by how genuinely concerned he sounded. For weeks now, you had been working on him, from picking fights, to ruining belongings, to giving him the cold shoulder. Until finally you’d been able to break out again. You wanted him good and mad and he was not cooperating.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Actually, I haven’t been here long.I walked the whole Sanctuary first then ended up here.”You shrugged and made to pick up another bottle.”not much to do. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Who do you think you are?”

Oh thank God.

You should have known his anger couldn’t stay contained for long.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, knowingly pressing one of his many buttons.

“I said,” he growled pulling you toward him by the front of the collared flannel shirt, “Just who, in the fuck, do you think you are?” His dark eyes glowered down at you.

“Y/F/N Fucking Y/L/N.” You declared fiercely and kicked him.

The shock on his face quickly escalated to fury. Familiar though the expression was, Negan had never turned it on you.

Adrenaline spurred you into action. You yanked out of his grasp and tore through the field.You didn’t dare look behind you as you pushed yourself to run. All too soon, You reached the chainlink fence. Your gaze strayed up to the newly replaced rings of wire on top. The sight made the scars on your thighs ache with remembered pain.Your weight had pushed those sharp blades so deep into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.You never knew anything could hurt so much. Oh but who had you been kidding. With that dumb ass plan you hadn’t had a snowball’s chance in hell.

“That is enough!” Negan growled, “Don’t you think you pushed your luck enough for one day?” He wrapped his arm around your middle and heaved you backwards. You elbowed him in the side.He made a pained noise, but held on tighter. You used your weight to buck away from him, but he held on tightly and took you down onto the damp ground with him. You yelped in surprise and tried to roll off of him, but he held you in place.

“Don’t.Fucking.Move.” He panted, his arms locked around your tummy. You lay there, catching your breath, feeling Negan’s chest raise and fall as he did the same.

When your breath came more easily, you rolled onto your side away from him.

“Don’t you dare run.” He warned, sitting up, behind you. “We are going to sit here until we both calm down. Then we are gonna get up and I am going to take you back to where you belong. End of discussion. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

He let out an unmistakable sigh of relief.

You burst into tears.

He grasped your hand gently, and interlocked your fingers with his.

The frustration you had been feeling since he brought you here never went away. The days and months that passed didn’t make it easier to adjust, they only served to mock you. Time melted into a meaningless forever. You spent your days alone. When he cam back at night to sleep beside you. You wished you could spend your nights alone too. Every breath he took irritated you and those emotions had reached a height of intensity that overwhelmed you. There was nothing you could say that would make him understand. Even if Negan was capable and willing to listen. You made a sound of derision at the thought.

Neither one of you spoke as you rose from the grass. Still holding onto your hand, He led you out of the field and back onto the gravel.

Now where in the hell did you get those old boots?”

“I stole them.” You decided you liked the crunchy sound they made against the gravel.

“Why?”

You laughed dryly.

“So that i wouldn’t burn my feet.”

“That’s not what i’m asking.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

He put on an earnest expression as if to encourage you to explain.

“You go wherever you want.You interact with people all day. I am caged up in that stupid freaking dollhouse you call a home and i am always always alone.”

“Y/n, i have been coming to see you nearly every night since you got here. You don’t speak to me unless i ask you a direct question and even then you give me the shortest possible answer.” He watched your face carefully as he spoke. What he was looking for, you didn’t know.

“And just what would you like to talk about? I don’t do anything or see anyone all day and you don’t tell me anything about what you do or who you see. From what you have told me, we don’t have anything in common.”

“Because you’ve tried so hard to get to know me?” He scoffed. “You are so good at pretending i don’t exist that sometimes i wonder if i am a fucking ghost.” He shook his head. “Don’t you remember how it was when you got here? I tried, to let you have a little freedom. You had all day to make friends with the other girls. But you decided to abuse that freedom time and time again. You left me no choice, but to punish you.” He grimaced in distaste.

“I hate it here.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m not being dramatic. I mean, i spent a good part of the day around here and it’s almost as depressing as being locked in that room all day.”

“Oh? Well i am sorry, that I didn’t get you a nice big colonial on the best side of town, Princess! I guess I just didn’t realize, that a wrap around porch and a garden were more important to our damn survival than, heat, water, and electricity. Jesus y/n” There was a hint of defensiveness cutting through his sarcasm.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

He raised one dark eyebrow, his lips parting with the intent to say something biting. You beat him to it.

“Sincerely, Fuck You. You would rather make fun than listen to what i am trying to tell you. That is why i would rather ignore you than get to know you.”

His expression sobered as a man you didn’t recognize at first came toward you.

“We’re about finished unloading, boss.”

Negan stared at you, hard. You looked at the gravel.

“Boss?”

“Simon, I need you to take this,” He put his hand on your shoulder, “back to my room. I doubt if Fat Joey even realized she’s missing.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Simon promised, cocking an eyebrow at your disheveled state.

Negan gave you a gentle push in his direction. You watched as he walked away without so much as glancing back at you. The swagger in his step was getting on your last nerve.

“The way you look at him is downright pervy.”

You raised your eyebrows at this observation. “What?”

“You want him.” Simon said simply.

Your sharp intake of breath made Simon smile.

You made it as far as the main building’s stairway before He spoke again.

“Take ‘em off.” He ordered.

“Wha-“

“Take the fucking shoes off.”

You did as you were bid, then followed him up the stairs and down the long corridor.

“You’re wrong, you know? I don’t want him.”

“Mhmm” He didn’t believe you.

You sighed.

Simon led you through what felt like a maze until you saw a door you recognized.

The wives would be staring daggers at you when they find out how pissed he was. You felt warm embarrassment coloring your cheeks, but held your head high just the same.

Simon pulled the door opened and there was a collective gasp.

“Hello Ladies, long time no see.” He called semi-cordially and continued on to the bedroom’s double doors currently flanked by the guard you had eluded.

“Care to explain this to me?” He asked putting you front and center.

“I didn’t...I don’t... know how she got out.”

Simon decked him mercilessly.

The man grabbed at his nose, moaning in pain.

“She gets away from you again, you’re getting promoted to (outer fence?) security. You dig?”

Joey nodded slowly.

Simon took a key out of his pants pocket and unlocked the door.

You expected him to close the door behind you, but he followed you into the room.

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How to Handle a Nico: Futatsumōde

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~2.2k Rating: G Time Frame: Winter of Maki’s 2nd year of high school and Nico’s 1st year of college. Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: Less than a day left in the first month of the year, so I’m a little late for a New Year’s scene. But I saw an Xmas NicoMaki post earlier this week, so at least I’m not the only one running behind... Also in my defense, I didn’t even see the pic that inspired this scene until halfway through the month.

Anyway, as soon as I saw the official pic posted of NicoMaki going to their hatsumōde, first shrine visit, dressed in adorable kimono, I knew I needed to write about them. I even set the pic as my desktop for the rest of the month. And even though I’ve posted it before, twice, I’ll post it again at the end of the scene for reference, and because it’s just that cute.

Maki was excited. So excited, in fact, she was having trouble remaining still while her mother tied her obi. It felt strange. Being this restless wasn’t normal for her, even when stressed about an upcoming exam or anticipating the next live performance with her fellow school idols.

Was it because she was going to be meeting up with her friends? Maybe? However, she had just seen everyone at the latest µ’s reunion where Honoka had decided they would go ice skating together. As luck would have it, this had also allowed Maki an opportunity to spend a significant amount of time with Nico, teaching her how to skate so she wouldn’t look foolish in front of everyone.

Maki smiled at the memories. Nico hadn’t lived up to her boast of becoming a better skater than Maki, but at least she had managed to not be the one who fell down the most during the reunion.

Nico-chan…

She would be seeing Nico as well tonight. The older girl was helping Nozomi and Eli at the local shrine where they were all meeting. The three college first-years had scheduled the end of their duties so they could welcome the new year with their friends. And they even said they would be changing out of their haori and into more festive kimonos for the occasion. Thus, Maki wouldn’t be the only one dressed formally this year.

Maybe that was why she was excited? Getting to see Ni… everyone in kimonos? She was certain Nico would be exceptionally cute. And everyone else as well, of course. Yeah, that was probably it. Maybe…

“There we go.” Dr. Nishikino said, stepping away to admire her handiwork.

“Thanks, Ma…” Maki’s gaze found the clock. “Is that the time? I need to go!” She scrambled to grab her kinchaku.

“One moment, Maki, my dear.” Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder. “I have one more thing for you.” She produced a corsage consisting of a pair of flowers with tassels. “I found this while I was out with friends and thought it would match your outfit perfectly tonight.” Quickly and efficiently, she secured it in her daughter’s hair, near the end of the braid she had woven earlier.

“Thanks, Mama.” Maki finally completed giving voice to her gratitude. Then, without even so much as a glance in the mirror to admire the new accessory, she turned, kissed her mother on the cheek and made a break for the door. “I’ll be heading to Nico-chan’s place afterward!” She said over her shoulder as a reminder to her future whereabouts.

“Have fun!” Dr. Nishikino called after her departing daughter. “Say hi to everyone for me and wish them a Happy New Year!”

Nico let out a weary groan as she let her haori slip from her shoulders. “You know, Nozomi,” she whined “I don’t mind helping out around here, but do you have to work us to the bone?”

Nozomi returned a smile that barely masked her own exhaustion. “But Nicocchi, this place has become so much more popular these last two years. It may have something to do with a certain someone posting online that she would be here.”

“But Nico-nii needs to let her fans know where she is!” The raven-haired girl insisted. “It’s not Nico’s fault she has so many adoring fans that want to come see the No. 1 Miko in the Universe.”

“Sorry, Nico,” Eli spoke up, her voice as weary as the others “but I think we all know Nozomi holds that title.”

“Nicocchi has worked hard.” The purple haired girl draped a kimono around the blonde, using the motion as an excuse to give her a quick hug from behind. “I’m fine with her using the title for a few hours.”

“I suppose…” Eli leaned into the embrace before sliding her arms into the sleeves.

Nico rolled her eyes at the display before turning to the mirror to start tying up her hair.

“Ready for me to tie your obi?” A voice came from behind a few minutes later.

Nico shifted her gaze in the mirror to see Nozomi. “Sure.” She replied with a shrug, turning her head back and forth to check for stray strands. “Thanks.”

“Is that what you’ll be wearing?” Nozomi motioned to the accessories Nico hadn’t had time to put on.

“Yeah.”

“Cute. They suit you two.”

“Ye… wha?” The part-time idol resisted balking so as not to disturb the sash that was being secured.

“You two.” The spiritual girl repeated. “Nicocchi and Maki-chan.”

Nico looked at the flowers in question; two sets of three, arranged from darker to lighter shades of pink. Well, perhaps the darkest could pretty much be considered red, but that hadn’t really been Nico’s intent when selecting them. At least she didn’t think so. Was she really so obsessed with the adorable redhead that her subconscious was thinking about her even when picking out hair adornments? Perhaps, she should be more upset by this idea, but she quickly decided it didn’t really bother her.

“But of course!” Nico proclaimed proudly. “Nico-nii will never fail to impress her No. 1 Fan.”

“Well you’ll sure knock her dead with this lovely number.” Nozomi chuckled. “There.” She patted the other girl’s shoulder. “All done. Want help with the flowers?”

“Thanks, but I can get them. You still need your obi tied.”

“I’m on it.” Eli said, coming up from behind Nozomi.

“Which means I can still help Nicocchi with those.” The purple-haired girl decided.

“Oh, alright.” The raven-haired girl gave in and handed back the accessories.

“Maki-chan! Over here!” Nico called on spotting the redhead in the crowd. She waved her hand high to ensure she had her attention before moving toward her. “You’re late.”

“Sorry.” Maki apologized upon reaching the raven-haired girl.

“Well, everyone else is already busy doing other stuff.” Nico explained. “Eli, Umi, Yukiho and Alisa are hanging ema, Nozomi and Rin are offering prayers and the girls of the Subgroup Formerly Known as Printemps are playing hanetsuki.”

“I see…”

“So you’re stuck with Nico for now.”

“I’m… alright with that.”

“Anyway, Maki-chan looks incredibly cute in her kimono.” Nico commented, her voice devoid of teasing and full of admiration.

“Th-thank you…” Pink dusted Maki’s cheeks.

Nico shifted her weight back and forth between her feet, obviously awaiting something.

“N-Nico-chan looks cute as well.” The younger girl said after a moment.

“I know, right.” The older girl posed to show off her outfit while displaying a toothy grin. “Love the hair décor, by the way.”

“Mama gave it to me just before I left.”

“She’s got good taste.” Nico reached up to touch the tassels. “Works well for us.”

“Us?”

Damnit Nozomi… Nico hadn’t meant to say that. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to tease, this time. But now that she had said it, she figured she may as well run with it.

“Of course! Pink and red! Nico and Maki-chan! A classic pair.”

“P-pair?” Maki’s blush deepened.

“Definitely.” Nico grinned. “So, what does Maki-chan want to do first?”

“Uhm…”

Nico quickly realized that the younger girl’s mind was still working through her embarrassment so she probably wasn’t in a decision-making mode.

“Maybe we could go draw our fortunes?” The older girl suggested.

“A-alright…”

Still smiling, Nico grabbed Maki’s hand and lead her through the throng of people to the omikuji stand.

“Ah, Nico-chan, Maki-chan, welcome.” A redheaded young woman clad in haori greeted the two with a bow.

“Hey, Anju.” Nico returned. “Thanks again for covering for us until the others get here.”

“You are quite welcome. Nozomi-chan does so much for this place so it’s our pleasure to help out in times like this.”

“And of course, Tsubasa is more than happy to use this as an excuse to spend time with Honoka-san.” Erena spoke up, approaching from behind her fellow idol.

“You asked A-RISE to fill in for you?” Maki asked of Nico.

“We offered.” Anju replied, having overheard. “We happened to be here praying for the success of our holiday live when Nozomi-chan and Eli-chan were talking about tonight.”

“I see…”

“So, are you two here for fortunes?” Erena indicated the cylindrical box on the table between the two pairs.

“That we are.” Nico pulled her offering out of her pouch. “C’mon, be good, be good.” She muttered, shaking the container before pulling out her fortune. “Alright, you’re up, Maki-chan.”

Maki made her own donation before accepting the cylinder. Her shake was far less vigorous than Nico’s, instead being a single, measured snap.

“Geez, Maki-chan.” The raven-haired girl complained, beginning to unroll her scroll. “You’re so serious about it, like you’re performing surgery or something.”

“Well, I am going to be a doctor.” The redhead replied simply.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with… eh?” Nico cut off as she read her fortune.

“What’s wrong?” Concern laced Maki’s voice. “Oh…”

“As if Nico wasn’t cursed enough…” the older girl’s shoulders slouched. “But studies? Really?”

“At least it’s a small curse…?” the younger girl seemed uncertain in her assurance. “And I can keep helping where I can.”

“I know.” Nico sighed. “You’re a good tutor, Maki-chan. Maybe you should look to becoming a teacher instead of a doctor.”

“I’m not sure Papa would like that.” Maki considered, beginning to unroll her fortune. “Mama might not mind thou… buweehh?”

“Great Blessings” Nico read, furrowing her brow and pushed closer to the other girl to get a better view. “Romantic Relationships? What the heck?” She borrowed Maki’s habitual phrase.

“N-Nico-chan…” She heard the other girl sputter.

“Oh ho…” Anju crooned. “And who is the lucky one to capture the maiden Nishikino’s heart?”

Erena blinked as though confused and quickly glanced back and forth between the two girls across the table. “I thought…”

“Maki-chan doesn’t have time for silly things like dating.” Nico blurted, a bit quicker and louder than she intended. Geez… She didn’t think she’d ever get used to saying or hearing that.

“Oh?” Erena raised an eyebrow, not appearing convinced.

“T-that’s right…” Maki agreed, her ears turning red.

“I see…”

“And besides, Nico is an idol. And everyone knows idols can’t date, right?”

Erena paused before agreeing. “Right…”

“Well the important part is that you two are happy.” Anju spoke up. “Maki-chan’s Great Blessing sounds interesting and it seems you have a plan to address Nico-chan’s Small Curse. So, I believe you’ll both be fine in the coming year.”

“Sounds good to me.” Nico nodded, suddenly wishing to move on. “Thanks for the fortunes.” She said before turning to the girl next to her. “Where to next, Maki-chan?”

The redhead opened her mouth to reply but snapped it shut when her stomach let out a loud growl instead.

“Food stalls it is.” Nico laughed. “But first we need to find a place to tie this stupid thing.” She waved her fortune around for effect.

As Nico grabbed her hand, she was pleased to see Maki’s blush fading and a smile begining to tug at her lips. Even if the younger girl was a bit slow on the uptake when it came to figuring out their relationship. Even if Nico herself really shouldn’t be seeking a relationship given her current career path. Even if… well, a lot of things, perhaps Maki’s fortune was right. Perhaps this would be a good year for the two of them. And Nico found herself looking forward to it.

“Nozomi! Eli!” Nico called to her fellow college first-years. “What’s up?”

She and Maki had just finished a run through the food stands and were heading over to find the others.

“I just got a message from Anju.” Nozomi explained as the couple approached. “Seems they’re getting busier than I anticipated. I tried reaching out to the girls who are taking the next shift, but they can’t come any earlier. So I’m heading back in to change.” She smiled at the others. “But no need to wait up for me. You three can head back when you’re ready.”

“Nonsense.” Eli shook her head. “I’m staying.”

“As am I.” Nico stated.

“Nicocchi, you don’t…” Nozomi started.

“I agreed to help today.” Nico interrupted. “And that includes extra time if it becomes necessary.” She turned to the girl beside her. “Sorry, Maki-chan, I know we were going to hang out after this, but…”

“I can help too.” Maki stated, as firmly as Nico had before. “You have extra haori, right, Nozomi?”

“Of course.” The spiritual girl replied with a smile.

“Then we can hang out while we work.” The pianist turned back to Nico.

“That depends on how hard Ms. Taskmaster over there decides to drive us.” the part-time idol crossed her arms and huffed.

“I can assign you two to the same station, if you want.” Nozomi offered. “But don’t think I won’t separate you if things…” she smirked “get out of hand.”

“Says the girl who… ”

“Nico… ” Eli interrupted with a pleading tone.

“A-anyway, uhm, let’s go.” Maki sputtered past her own embarrassment.

For the first time in far too long, Maki was the one to take Nico’s hand as she began to lead her toward the temple. Glancing back, she caught a fleeting expression of confusion that was quickly replaced by one a lot happier. Even if she knew she would be busy studying for foreseeable future, perhaps Anju was right. Perhaps the most important thing really was that they were happy. And right now, Maki was happy; so was she. So if this was any indication, it would definitely be a good year. And Maki found herself looking forward to it.

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Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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Chapter 4: The Plot Actually Starts to Move

I somehow found myself more and more on that little dock, sometimes with a sketchpad, sometimes with a book, and sometimes with nothing at all but my thoughts. I had gotten used to the idea of swinging my bare feet over the glassy surface. I figured that as long as it was sunny and warm, nothing would try to eat my toes without me noticing it first.

I hoped so, anyway.

That was a thought I didn't dwell on.

The conch shell hadn't come off my being since the day I first put it on. It felt like it belonged around my neck, and to take it off would be a crime. Sometimes I wondered about it's previous owner, KC. I wondered if they were nice, if they had a dog, if they were searching for their necklace.

If I found them, I wasn't sure I would be able to part with it.

Three months passed, and the season changed from rainy to windy. Going outside could be risky; the item you're holding tight in your hand could suddenly be whisked away into the aether with no hope to get it back. Many a child had lost a balloon in this season.

One particularly blustery morning, I woke up to my mom banging around angrily in the kitchen. Whenever she was mad or stressed, she turned to making her own percussion band in the kitchen.

I winced as I climbed out of my loft bed, sliding down the ladder to the soft carpet. Those clangs didn't sound comforting.

"Are you okay?" I squinted, my eyes trying to adjust as my mother scurried around in her safe space.

"No. I'm stressed as heck. If you don't need anything, then scoot."

Yikes.

I tiptoed around her, trying to decide if I should ask what was stressing her.

Fiddling with the wrapper around my muffin, I dared to say, "What's stressing you?"

My mother didn't stop chopping the garlic clove. "I have to go into work early, I'm so far behind on some commissions its not even funny. Your grandmother keeps harping on me about stupid stuff. It's a lot of things, America. It's tough being a mom."

Tell me something I didn't know. "I'll stay out of your way, then."

"Have a good day."

I scurried from the kitchen to the garage, where the toxic fumes from paint roughly greeted me. Wolfing down my breakfast, I checked to see how my paintings were drying. Somewhere fully dried and some were still tacky.

When I went back up to my room to get dressed for the day, I found that I had missed a call from Ethan. Which was weird in and of itself, because he always texted me.

I called him back. "What's up?"

"Hey, are you busy today?" He sounded nervous.

"Not really. Why?" I cradled my phone on my shoulder as I wiggled into my skinny jeans.

"I was thinking we could hang out today."

"Yeah of course. You didn't need to call for this, I thought something was wrong." I laughed.

"It would be just the two of us." He finished.

I froze as my mind tried to wrap around that. "Just us?"

"Yeah." Now I understood why he was so nervous.

"Are you sure that that's such a good idea? Gossip will fly faster than Dr. L can get drunk, and Dr. L is the biggest lightweight in town."

"I know. I just need to tell you something important and I don't want to drag Curly and Austin into it."

I ran my fingers through my hair, then accepted. "Okay. Sure. When and where?"

"I'll meet you at the corner of Fourth and Ace street. Five minutes?"

"Cool." I hung up, then stared at my reflection.

What could he possibly want to tell me that was so secretive that only half of our group could know? And why me? I was already a social outcast in the town. I didn't want or need more people whispering about me.

Why was I an outcast, you might be wondering? Because this town is big on "perfect" families, or at the very least, perfect on the outside. That meant a mom and a dad and at least one kid. But it was just my mom and me. My dad...I didn't like to think about him. I wanted to believe he was out there, somewhere, living the dream, sailing and collecting treasure.

I shoved my feet into my boots and headed out, grabbing a sweatshirt on the way to the front door.

"I'm headed out!" I called.

"Be safe!" My mom called back.

That was a ritual we always shared. One of us leaving and the other wishing good fortune. It was something that made me feel warm and cozy.

I trudged to the other side of town, the wind wild and annoying. Ethan was waiting for me, his hands in his pockets and his head down as he leaned against the wall of the candy shop.

"What's this oh-so-secret thing you wanted to tell me?" I asked as he straightened.

"Come with me." He started walking.

His legs were long and I cursed them, having to walk double-time to keep up. "Could you maybe slow down just a hair?"

"No." He replied.

I glared at him. "I'm short."

"You're average."

"I'm shorter than you!"

He didn't grace me with a response.

"Grump." I mumbled under my breath.He took me back to the beach, where the gigantic bonfire had been. By now, all traces of it were gone, leaving only the sandy plains behind.

He plunked himself down where that log had been, and I lowered myself next to him in the scratchy sand. For a while he didn't say anything, just stared off into space. I played with the sand, creating new dips and curves and patterns as I waited.

"Lewis keeps pressuring me about the future." Lewis was his stepdad, the mayor of this dinky town. "He wants me to take over for him at some point."

I didn't say anything snarky, knowing he would shut down and this whole endeavor would have been pointless. I didn't say anything at all.

"But to do that..." He trailed off.

"You have to get married, or at least be dating someone seriously." I filled in for him.

He nodded. Both of us were quiet again, me waiting for him to say something, and him trying to work up the nerve to finally say why he had brought me here.

"If I had to be with someone like that...I would want it to be you."

I stopped drawing.

"Out of everyone I've met in town, every girl I know...none of them make me feel as comfortable as I do around you." Ethan was picking up speed and I was too dazed to really get a grip on what he was saying. "I feel like I can do whatever I want or say what's on my mind because I know you won't judge me or anything. I know this is the biggest curve out of left field but I wanted you to know."

I scrambled for something to say. "Oh." Was all that came to mind, and it felt lame. "So...are you asking because you like me or because you feel pressured?"

"Both? I've liked you for a while and I guess this was the push to make me say something." Ethan was still anxious, digging his hands into the sand and fiddling with the grainy substance.

"I don't...I don't know what to say." I was too overwhelmed, too bewildered, that to make a decision now would have consequences that I wasn't ready for.

"Think about it? I don't need a response today." He offered.

I could tell that he didn't want to wait, and I knew that waiting a while would be cruel. But... I didn't have an answer. "Yeah. Can I sleep on it?"

"Of course." He watched me stand up and dust myself off.

I smiled at him weakly. "I, uh, have things to do. I'll see you around. Oh, and Curly wanted us to hang out at her house this evening. You coming?"

"Yeah. Sure." He sighed.

I felt terrible, and quickly escaped as if running away from him would banish all the awkwardness.

~!!~

I walked aimlessly around town, trying to figure out what I was going to tell Ethan. Yes or no? Yes or no? Yes because I liked him? The idea of dating him had been fleeting, when I was 15 and boy-crazy. No, because the idea just seemed weird, like I was dating my cousin? That seemed more likely. But if I dated him then both of our families would be happy...but would I be happy?

I heard cries of exclamation rise from the docks, and, my curiosity getting the better of my fear of the ocean, I wandered over.

About three men were struggling with a fishing net and chattering among themselves. "Oh my god, it's disgusting. Look at it's eyes!!"

"What's going on?" I asked.

They all turned. "Ah, America! You're just in time! Look at what we caught!" One gestured grandly to the side of his boat.

I peeked at what they were looking at. Strapped to the boat, tangled up in the fishing net, was a mermaid. Long fingernails were desperately grappling at the net as it struggled to free itself. It bared sharp teeth at me when I bent a little closer. Milky, white eyes were panicked as it tried to free itself, only for the net to get tighter. It's tail was a silver color, but noticeably iridescent as the light reflected off of it. It was curled up awkwardly around it in almost a painful way. The overwhelming smell of fish nearly knocked me out, but I wasn't sure if it was from the mermaid or the fishing boat.

One of the fisherman clapped me on the shoulder, startling me. "Keep an eye on it, eh? We're going to go report to the mayor."

I blinked as they all strode away, laughing gaily amongst themselves. They knew how much money they would make off of a mermaid, and they obviously trusted that it wasn't going anywhere. Why would they worry? It was tied down and I never even dipped my toes into the water. As far as they were concerned, the money was theirs.

I turned back to the pitiful creature. It had stopped struggling, and I could tell that the net was so tight it could barely breathe. I had almost convinced myself that if it was stupid enough to get itself caught, then who cares where it ended up when it wheezed out a "please."

All my tough-girl thinking fell away, and I came face to face with the fact that it was going to die if I didn't do something. It needed help, and for me to walk away would be cruel.

But, the ocean. What else was down there? What if, as soon as it was freed, it dragged me down into the pitch blackness? The idea of it was so scary I could barely breathe.

But so couldn't it. The breaths it took were squeaky, wheezing, strangled noises that it hurt me to hear them. The net was leaving bright red marks on it's fair skin that hurt just to look at.

"Okay. Okay. I just..." Plunging myself into the water was more than I could bear.

I thought I was actually dying when I tugged off my shoes. Actually losing my mind when I slid into the cold water. The icy numbness shocked my brain, and all I could do for a moment was stare at the half-submerged creature, who stared back at me with apparent helplessness. I doggy-paddled over, tangled my own feet in the netting and worked to untangle the knots that kept it bound to the boat. My breathing was so irregular it was a miracle I had any air in my lungs at all. Up close, I could tell that it wasn't female like I had first thought, but rather, a male.

"How did you get yourself into this mess?" I grumbled, trying to ground myself and not let my mind think about how I was a foot away from a merman, half submerged into my biggest fear.

"It's complicated." He replied, sharp, white teeth flashing, studying me with such intent that it made me feel wiggly.

"Stop staring." I said, still fighting with the knot.

He tried to look away, but there wasn't much to see, and he didn't really have pupils to really look in a different direction. At least he was trying to be polite.

The first knot was free. Bracing my feet on the side of the boat, I pulled as hard as I could on the net. It snapped, and the merman splashed free. I pulled away from the net and went fully under the water. I screamed when it reached for me, a garbled noise, too scared to do more than weakly flail in an attempt to fight it off. But all it did was clumsily put me back on the docks.

"Thank you." He whispered, then disappeared back under the waves.

I stared at the spot where it had vanished, salty water streaming into my eyes and making them water, before scrambling to my feet and fleeing from the scene of the crime. If those guys figured out what had happened I would be so screwed.

I was too rattled to come up with a good response when my mom asked me why I was dripping all over her hard floor. "I slipped and fell into the ocean." I said weakly. "I'm a little traumatized."

#chapter 4

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YOI Mythology Week - Day 1

AN: Dear God, getting this promptfill done was insane. I’ve been juggling being present at a destination wedding and writing simultaneously this time around, meaning writing between pre-wedding parties, in lobbies, in moving buses... *laughs helplessly* What an experience, @yoimythologyweek !! Either way, here’s my promptfill for Day 1, for the prompt Icarus Myth.

Here’s hoping this isn’t too on the nose! Also, @voxofthevoid, this one’s for you because you had a bad day. May the fluff help!

Premise: Victor is Icarus, Yakov is Daedalus, while Yuuri, Yuri and JJ are, well... that would be telling, wouldn’t it. *wry grin*

YOI Mythology Week Fills: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

He’s spiralling down-down-down, like a feather falling to the ground. Except faster, and with a much grimmer end. It would have been messier too, if they weren’t over the water. His wings are unravelling, as Yakov warned him they would, but Victor hadn’t cared when they’d started out. For all that they were supposed to be a means of escape, they were also freedom, and helped Victor get further up and higher than climbing the tallest tree or standing at the edge of a cliff high up in the air ever had. So close to the sun, and not enough, that vision of light and heat blazing down mercilessly on them both. The tar had melted, as Yakov said it would, his feathers were falling away leaving him with nothing to keep him aloft.

Victor could hear Yakov screaming, but it doesn’t feel as important as the fact that he’s falling further and further away from the sun, still shining bright and lonesome in the sky.

Yuuri, he whispered, soundlessly, bound in mind and breath and bone to the vision he’d seen all those months ago, in the shadows of the Temple of the Sun.

They had been invited, back then, Victor vaguely remembers. The memories felt more like they belonged to another life, not just a life a few months past. Yakov had received his invite because he’d offered the worshippers some novel ideas on how to illuminate the inner sanctum of the temple without need for tapers or candelabras, while Victor had received his by virtue of being Yakov’s top apprentice.

Victor had tired of the celebrations taking place at the temple, before long, seeking some solace in the gardens, and had found Yuuri instead, dark of hair and eyes, skin as pale as milk, and radiating a quiet dignity that was wholly different from the festival he’d fled. Quiet, where everyone else had been gregarious and intent on making merry, singing and dancing, their music more cacophonous than anything else. His surprise must have been obvious, rudely so, because Yuuri had burst into soft chuckles that felt like they had hooks to dig into Victor’s heart.

He spent just a scant few hours in Yuuri’s presence, but they were enough to make him want to spend many more hours with Yuuri. And days. And months. And years. His whole life, if Yuuri will allow it, but that’s probably a bit too much to lay on someone when he’s just met them for the first time, right?

Victor had been lonely for long enough, his life filled with nothing but the minutiae of being apprenticed to Yakov and building fantastic, terrible things that Yuuri felt like a pitcher of cold water in the midst of a desert.

He knew that he shouldn’t simply give himself up to Yuuri and whatever the quiet man had to offer, but somehow, Victor found it increasingly difficult to care. Especially since, after that very first meeting at the temple, Victor somehow seemed to keep running into him. While stopping by the early morning market to pick up fish for lunch, while hiding out at a bar with Chris to avoid Yakov or the prince on a bad day, one afternoon while wandering the King’s private gardens for a break - and if anything should have told him that there was something strange about Yuuri that should have been it.

Victor had been too busy getting seduced by how understanding Yuuri seemed to be, at the time. So self-possessed. So willing to let Victor talk, and only responding when Victor paused for breath, looking to Yuuri for a response.

It wasn’t his passiveness that had drawn Victor in, no matter what Chris had claimed with a salacious smirk and a toast of his pitcher a piece. No, it was the fact that Yuuri always seemed to have time for him; time to listen, time to spend simply sitting in one place and enjoying the scenery… time to breathe steady, and enjoy Victor’s company, unlike nearly anyone else Victor knew. And even if Victor only ever got to spent a scant few hours a day in Yuuri’s company, and only while the sun was still burning bright in the sky… Victor had no complaints to make about his good fortune. Not when something about Yuuri’s soft smiles, the quiet laughter glittering in his eyes, left Victor breathless every time they ran into each other.

His preoccupation with this unexpected source of life and love had Yakov chafing at the bit a lot of the time, especially since Victor was driven to distraction on some days. On others, the busy work of using his hands and his mind to aid Yakov in the workshop gave him enough to concentrate on - thoughts of Yuuri’s smiles, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his thighs, not enough to cause him to make mistakes – but those days were few and far between, enough so that Yakov threatened to cut Victor off, and send him away to apprentice with one of the artists that the king patronized.

Victor knew he’d never do it, though. Not only were Victor’s ideas inspired enough to be useful, especially when the King was in the mood for something… strange, Yakov simply loved Victor too much to send him away. It showed in the variety of threat – Victor loved art almost as much as he loved to build things. And it was mutual; Yakov was the father he’d never had as a child.

He’s still in the process of figuring out how to convince Yuuri to stay long enough to stay long enough to share an actual meal for once, and possibly stay long enough to help him shut Chris up, when Yakov abruptly hurtled into the little apartment they had connected to their workshop, face ruddy and covered in sweat. For all that Yakov lost his temper often enough for the sight to be familiar, it was still alarming to see. Especially when he knew that Yakov had been expected to meet with the King earlier in the day.

“We need to leave. Quick, we must head for the docks- no, Alain would have set up blockades by now, we wouldn’t be able to reach the ships in time, or leave after-”

“Yakov, what-”

“Vitya, we need to leave!”

His voice was raised, and just hysterical enough that Victor stood up immediately and followed Yakov back out into the workshop. Yakov seemed agitated enough that Victor knew they didn’t have time to pack and leave. When Yakov made his way towards where they had their inventions for flight stashed away, he knew that something had gone very wrong.

“Yakov?” he asked carefully, though he didn’t pause in helping the old man check the two man flying machine that he’d helped build. Yakov snarled, and shoved himself away from it, quickly disabused of being able to use it.

Victor silently followed him to the canvas wings next, but he didn’t need to express his unease about those out loud. Yakov took a single look at them before running a hand down his face, visibly pained. Those had been the ones that had been scrapped early on, because they didn’t work without a good updraft. Useful for a lark, not to actual travel anywhere with any real confidence.

It was only when he stopped in front of the wings built of leather, feathers and tar that Yakov actually offered up an explanation.

“The King heard that Jean-Jacques came to us for a method to get through the Labyrinth. He threatened me in court, and when I denied the accusation, he ordered the guards to come arrest you instead. I fled.”

It took Victor a moment’s thought to actually remember whom Yakov was talking about. And then he remembered the Prince appearing at their doorstep in the dead of night, looking desperate. He spent another moment wondering why the heck they’d wasted their time actually helping the narcissistic brat. Probably because that night had been the first time he hadn’t looked like a narcissistic brat. Victor’s fixation on Yuuri had given Victor a sense of companionship with the prince, moreso than he thought anything ever could.

“Did he tell the King, then?”

“No. The fool boy’s already fled the island with his bull-headed lady love. Alain was simply sharp enough to be able to tell that his son wouldn’t have solved the puzzle of the Labyrinth as swiftly as he did without help from us.”

Well. No one had ever accused King Alain of being slow.

Two sets of working artificial wings in hand, Victor and Yakov left their workshop behind, heading for the cliffs and moving as quickly as they could without drawing attention to themselves. Or to what they carried with them – sadly large piles of feathers were eye-catching even if they succeeded in disguising what the feathers actually were. They could hear the alarms sounding off even as they drew closer to their destination.

“Remember, not too close to the sun, or to the water beneath!” Yakov snapped, even as he helped Victor strap the wings onto his arms.

“Yes, yes, I know Yakov,” Victor sighed, helping Yakov strap the second harness on once his own wings were in place.

The running leap he made from the edge of the cliff felt like taking a breath for the first time.

(Ironically enough, it also felt like that moment in which he’d been looking for a quiet place to breathe, in the midst of chaos, and had found Yuuri instead, leaning against a pillar, dressed in simple white robes, standing lost in thought, his hair attractively mussed and with a crown of laurel grasped carelessly in his fingers.)

Their invention worked! They left land behind faster than expected, Victor outpacing his mentor fast enough that the older man called out after him in alarm. He couldn’t help himself, though – he had the sun in his eyes and the smell of salt water running through his lungs. The burn of light and heat against his skin, reflecting off of the sea beneath them, was enough give his skin a soft pink flush, and the exertion needed to keep his body aloft only added to it.

Even so, it felt as though the sun gleamed particularly brightly down on him. The longer they spent in the air, the more it felt like its light was enveloping Victor, and energizing him. He lifted himself further up in the air with a whoop, laughing in delight even while Yakov yelled for him to slow down, and not go as high.

It was easy enough to convince himself to stay away from the waves, especially when the one time he dropped down low enough to dip his toes in the water, the damp setting into his wings almost made it too hard to drag himself up high into the air again. But the sun was harder to ignore. Ignore it he did, though, after spending a while high up in the air. Maybe it was some lingering concern for poor Yakov’s heart too, because his mentor almost screamed himself hoarse whenever Victor got either too high or too low.

…the first feather that slipped out of the wings strapped to his arms was a coincidence. Maybe they hadn’t stuck that one firmly enough in place. Maybe the tar hadn’t held it as strongly. Maybe it had just gotten stuck between the straps of the harness somehow and had chosen that specific moment to come loose. Maybe maybe maybe. Victor told himself to ignore it, and the next one that fell as well. And the third.

By the fourth, Yakov seemed to notice that something was wrong. By the fifth, he tried to draw up closer, looking about as terrified as his great big face could allow, too rigid in age. Victor waved him away, though, in words and action, worried that his drawing closer would put Yakov in as much danger as him. It didn’t seem to deter Yakov, though, his mentor hurling accusations of being ‘too proud’ and ‘a fool boy as bad as JJ’ – the first of which Victor accepted, gladly, but the second only made him frown in distaste, even as he beat his arms harder to keep himself aloft.

It didn’t help him. Not one bit. The longer they flew, the more feathers fell out of Victor’s wings – and now he could actually feel the stickiness of the tar, melting in the heat of the sun. Even when Victor tried to stay lower down, where the heat wasn’t as strong, feathers still continued to come loose, the tar having softened enough it wouldn’t harden unless Victor could set the wings aside to dry for a while first before attempting to use them again. If only they could pause a while.

There was no land to be seen anywhere, except in the distance behind them.

It wasn’t a sudden thing, when Victor began to lose height. He felt himself sinking lower, and no matter how much he beat his arms he found that he couldn’t lift himself as high as he had been before. A glance was enough to tell him that the sun was as merciless as ever, watching him as he sunk lower down, in spite of his earlier flirtations.

“I’ll hold you,” Yakov offered at one point, flying lower so they could move side by side.

Victor laughed, the sound ugly in his throat.

“It’s safer for you if you keep flying onward, Yakov. Leave me,” he replied. The words earned him a disgruntled, pained look, the expression telling him that Yakov dearly wanted to slap him upside the head. Apparently there were unforeseen benefits to the wings, if they stopped Yakov from being mean to him.

The agonized cry that fell from Yakov’s lips when Victor’s wings finally lost all aerodynamic ability made his heart hurt.

Thoughts of Yuuri filled his head, even as his body crashed into the water, from enough of a height that it hurt, enough so that it felt like a full body bruise. Thoughts tinged with regret, and longing, and the ridiculous thought that he would have liked to see Yuuri again, just once, before the King had called for his and Yakov’s heads.

He hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye. They hadn’t even shared a meal together. He didn’t know Yuuri’s favorite foods, his favorite time of day, whether his smiles tasted as sweet as they looked, and whether he enjoyed spending time with Victor as much as Victor enjoyed spending time with him. The potential of their unfulfilled meetings unspooled in his mind’s eye like precious gold thread coming loose, too fine to spin back in place.

The water dragged him under, enough so that he couldn’t hear Yakov’s cries from above. Enough so that the last of his breath escaped him in little bubbles, the water that he’d been delighted by earlier on overtaking him in seconds, even while he tried to keep his head above the surface of it.

Time slowed down. Almost to a standstill. All Victor could hear was the sound buzzing between his ears, his thoughts slipping away as easily as sand, the water all consuming.

This was his end.

This would be his end.

And then, suddenly, it wasn’t.

“Oh Vitya. What am I to do with you?”

Quiet, fond, and with just a hint of irony. The voice as familiar to Victor as his own, now, as precious to him as his need to breathe. He didn’t know how, but when he opened his eyes, Yuuri was there, face right above his own. Victor choked, fearing the water in his lungs, but miraculously, had no trouble at all, the great big gulp of air he unduly ended up taking making his chest ache.

Yuuri continued to smile softly above him, and it took another long moment, spent gasping for breath because it still felt like a novelty after thinking he would find his end in strange waters, before Victor actually registered that Yuuri was holding up his bedraggled form, one arm beneath his knees, the other around his shoulders.

He still looked like himself, but now, in the light of the noon day sun and out in the open with nothing to shadow him, Victor could see the way Yuuri’s very skin seemed to hum with energy, all but radiating heat. The mere sight of him was arresting enough, but it was the crown of leaves sitting atop his head that Victor couldn’t seem to draw his gaze away from.

“Is it true you chased a disinterested girl until she begged her father to turn her into a tree?” he blurted out, and Yuuri stared down at him, visibly bemused.

“There was no disinterested girl,” his voice was still soft to the ear, but it was filled with enough humor to make up for the pitch, “only a friend who endeavored to free me from a spell that I wanted no part of.”

“But the leaves!”

“Yes, she does tend some lovely laurel bushes, doesn’t she.”

Victor felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his ribcage, too full with adoration to bear staying in place.

“You rescued me,” he murmured, voice awed.

Yuuri’s face went red, flushing across his nose, the color spreading enough to touch the apples of both cheeks. Victor cooed, throwing his arms around Yuuri’s neck, and laughing when that made him flush brighter. The sight was adorable enough that he could almost ignore the fact that Yuuri’s bare skin across his nape was unnaturally hot. Hot enough to compare to a freshly brewed pot of tea. Enough to burn his skin, and possibly would have – if the temperature of it hadn’t dropped the moment Victor’s arms went around Yuuri’s neck.

It was almost adorable enough to ignore the fact that they were both floating in midair, and that Yakov was nowhere to be found.

“I bade him go forward,” Yuuri explained, not needing Victor to actually ask his question out loud.

“Oh? And how did he react to being told to keep flying by a God?” Victor responded, curious.

The mild smile tugging at Yuuri’s lips spread into a full-fledged grin, toothy and indulgent.

“His only reaction was to demand that I rescue you quickly, so he could yell at you for romancing the one God who could end your escape in tears.”

It was Victor’s turn to blush at that, the tips of his ears and his nose going hot in a way that was uncomfortably familiar. Yuuri just laughed, though, quietly, but it sounded just as overjoyed as anything else.

“But you saved me, didn’t you Yuuri,” Victor whispered, and Yuuri nodded, eyes glinting with delayed amusement.

“Yes, yes I did. Though you didn’t make it easy on me, with how badly you exposed yourself to danger. The next time you decide you want to fly, try not to get hurt again? I might be the God of the Sun, and Healing, but I’d be just as happy if I didn’t actually have to heal you, my dear.”

Victor yelped in protest at that, scrunching up his face in a moue of displeasure. It just made Yuuri smile, though, and lean in to nuzzle their noses together. And Victor couldn’t just let that go, now could he.

It turned out that Yuuri’s smiles were just as sweet to taste as they looked.

OMAKE

On the mainland, in a certain youth’s home

Yakov: *sitting sullenly by the window, scowling over his tea*

Yuri: So you leave, because you don’t want the two of us to keep inventing in the same city, and you’re telling me you found yourself an apprentice who gives you more headaches than I ever did? Even when he’s older than me? Really, Uncle.

Yakov: *shoots Yuri a dirty look* My apprentice was fine. Any headaches he gave me were manageable.

Yuri: …I sense a but. Why do I sense a ‘but’ in that statement, Yakov. Or a past tense.

Yakov: *remembers Yuuri blasting out of the sky, covered head to toe in golden armor, looking like he might have dived straight into the water after Vitya if he hadn’t noticed Yakov trying pathetically to stay in place, screaming himself hoarse*

Yakov: *remembers what it felt like to find out that his apprentice had a God terrified for his life*

Yakov: *remembers that his apprentice had been going around with a besotted, lovesick expression on his face for entire weeks together before they had to escape the island*

Yakov: …I did say were manageable. I am not sure if he’s manageable any longer. Not when the fool boy somehow managed to seduce the God of the Sun when I wasn’t looking.

Yuri: *cleaning out his ears* Say what now?

#yoimythweek #day 1 #icarus myth #yoi #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yakov feltsman #mild angst #love at first sight #fluff #ofc there's fluff #victor and yuuri are always saps #longer than expected #my writing #adel writes #being yakov is suffering #yuri just thinks they're all crazy #also jj and bella are lovely together always

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didsomeonesayventus · 7 years

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idk i try to keep things a-okay on here but i just really need to vent on like.

everything.

god fucking dammit don’t you just love working twice as hard as your superior only to make like, what, a few dollars an hour less? yeah, checking salary data online my assistant manager, the one that DID NOT impress the area manager or whatever the hell the boss of my boss is, is making like roughly 4$ more than me every hour to do half as good a job in.. anything. Did I fucking mention her boss saw me working with her and someone else and mentioned to the actual manager he was only impressed with me??? god she can’t even be bothered to refill coins or fucking count the safe properly but will spend all her time in the back and make everyone else take on a workload she should be taking on herself because we’re already short staffed here and still losing people but no she’s getting fucking paid more than me- who drives myself to panic attacks to try keep up with making sure things are actually moving along and that people get their food -to basically sit on her ass and become dead weight that ends with me leaving later than I should. Fuck she tells me I work too hard, move too fast, but bitch I bet it’s because you can’t get on my damn level you mid-life crisis piece of shit. You’re like. at least 40. You’ve been a teacher. Why can’t you do better than Panda Express Assistant Manager that you didn’t even actually earn from what I hear you just schmoozed to the manager at your last location and didn’t get actual training to be a manager of any sort.

I can’t figure out groceries, I don’t know how to cook nor do I have motivation to so whatever I do get ends up spoiling, so I’m wasting so much money of my already small paycheck (30-36 hours a week on 10.50$ an hour, pay every other week with roughly 15% of that taken for taxes) eating out and even then not giving myself any sort of proper nutrition. I don’t exercise enough either or keep up with showers and teeth brushing and laundry like a person should be so I’m fucking withering away in full out shrug emoji and getting fat and unhealthy and letting everything decay okay maybe im not that bad but I really don’t care.

I can’t afford to go back to college this semester because I’ve been paying rent to my parents (and that ridiculous 450$ a month is due to go up because they could be selling our house for more than they got it for but can’t because me and my older brother are still living here so COMPENSATION I GUESS) and paying for my car (repairs AND gas for a clunker old enough to drive itself and bare minimum insurance) and paying for food and maybe SOMETHING to live for and make me feel okay for just a moment that’s like. stupid cheap generally less than 10$ in terms of price and generally having trouble limiting myself to stricter budgeting so I can actually save up and GOD DAMN don’t get me started on how the college down the street is so fucking packed that I can’t really take any courses unless I signed up like, back in may and I still don’t even know WHY I’m going to college besides “has to” and I can’t bother to fill out FAFSA and like fuck anyone would give me a scholarship since I’m so firmly average and so many people need it more than me.

I still have to make at least 10 job applications or I’m getting 100$ added to my rent because I guess if I hate my job so much why aren’t I getting another when I have no college degree no marketable skills and have been stuck in fast food for two years and therefore have no experience in anything desireable and I don’t know myself enough to sell myself gee I wonder why I don’t have a better job dad :)))))) I can’t even really say im bright and cheery because that is fading and fading fast because of this damn job where I have no support and constant stress.

I have so much shit in my life i need to fix up. I’m turning 21 this year, I’m getting all these messages about how I should be moved out and on my own and going to college for something I’m so incredibly passionate about and living that wonderful youth life and maybe backpack across the country or whatever.

I have no passions. Art is a distraction and a hobby and no one likes it enough to buy it for dirt cheap anyways (that lunafreya piece came out to about 21$ in my commission pricing and took me like. probably 3 or 4 hours???? which translates to 7$/hour at best and 5.25$/hour at worst???????????) I can’t even write on my rp blog, the last little bastion of any of my love for writing and I don’t fucking care enough about grammar and all that to bother with going for an english major and I don’t have any stories long enough to merit writing and publishing and what’s finished is fucking stupid and not going to get a second glance.

but guess what I keep falling back on doing all these stupid drawings and losing myself in characters and hiding all this pain behind them like that makes it okay but no everyone comes out so fucking OOC to me because I impose so much of my hurt and sadness onto them heck YMX isn’t even fucking YMX anymore I’ve latched onto him so hard to give myself some way of pitying myself without actually pitying myself. you guys can go ahead and say it I’ve fucking ruined him he’s not even an actual character anymore I’ve stripped away literally anything that merits him as a younger Xehanort. You can also say I’ve completely lost sight of who Ventus is as a character and just keep writing fucking 2006-era Roxas.

god i want help. i want help so bad but i don’t feel like i actually need it i just need to get over myself and get moving but i can’t i can barely get myself out of bed in the morning sometimes cuz I just wanna keep sleeping and fuck work and fuck doing anything give me a twelve fucking year coma please and let me wake up talented and pretty and loved and actually worth giving a damn about and if not strangle me on those stupid christmas lights I got last year in a silly attempt to be festive and later to try and give some sort of aesthetic to my kleptomaniac’s bedroom at least I’ll give my life a nice poetic send-out.

I can’t even get help anyways my parents just likely spent a fortune on my sister in hospital visits and therapy appointments because she revealed she was suicidal earlier this year (which fucking wrecked me I knew she was a mess but not that bad) and she’s so much better now and I’m so happy she is and her dog is kinda stupid and needs more walks but Matilda at least makes her happy but we can’t go through that song and dance again with me. We cant have two mental health crises in this family in one year and I most definitely cant ask for help i’ll look like an attention-seeking brat. that’s probably what I am I’m the second eldest out of five and a girl who didn’t have a mom figure I could approach for most of my life and don’t know how to approach my dad or step mother. no one will see i need help just that im looking for attention. fuck man that’s not even getting into how I’ve been in therapy before and in hindsight it feels fucking wasted whoo boy can’t wait to waste money again.

im tired.

I’m just kinda here.

I’m not even sure if I could call it surviving.

#Katie rambles #negative #really negative guys you're not obligated to read this I just need to vent #it's 1:00 am. the usual time I fall asleep because I can't fucking fall asleep because I get home at 11pm #and then I'm stupid and turn on my computer and try to end my day nicely with fucking tumblr or whatever

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lawain-dimensional-heroes · 5 years

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I'm actually going to ramble a bit on what's been up my mind a few days I hope you all don't mind me rambling on about my life, so I'll put it a read more.

So, where to begin with what's been happening a few days...Well, there's:

[1] The experimenting with Blender's material composition node editor.

It's been no surprise that I've been working on Blender and experimenting with even more things. Recently I've figured out how to add textures in the node editor and have them follow the UV mapping of the material. With my current knowledge on shading and how to toonshade my models, I've been able to shade models pretty well, like you see on my white angel WIP with her outfit, body and hair, which leads me to-

[2] the WIP of Hanaka as a White Angel.

Honestly, it's been months worth of figuring out how she looks like, aswell as having to try and not think of Nanoko. Finally I have the design of her hopefully drawn and started working on her. And honestly I should've worked on that outfit for more then I currently am doing. To be honest, I'm not sure on what I think of the design as I felt like I've rushed it a bit in terms of modeling. I mean yeah, it's starting to look like her, but I feel like I could've done a bit better.. We'll see when or if she's done. And if she's done, whoo boy...I'll be happy to be roleplaying as that side of her once more. It's a important part of her story yet after everything that's been happening, I wasn't able to test it for months up to this month or a bit longer.

A few things that took time from working on it was due to a certain person I know, aswell as these few things.

[3] Honkai Impact

I've recently gotten back thanks to blender and the animation of honkai impact...Turns out I'm getting into the game again, collecting ancient willpowers and soul fragments of Rozaliya and Kiana's Knight Moonbeam battlesuit. That and I still want the Herrsher of the Void Kiana. And with a certain few roleplayers that I want to roleplay as Himeko, I want to know more about the characters..Though with the way the story is being told, it's hard for me to understand a lot of things, but I'm getting there fortunately. I hope a certain someone agrees too.

[4] Blocktober that I want to try out.

I really like what Blocktober is for level designers. You basically make a prototype of a level using basic geometry. Simply put: make a basic level layout where you can later improve it to make it look like a legit level from a game. Honestly, I want to try map making for MMD stages, or level designing and with blocktober, I can do that. The even starts in october and ends at the last day of said month, hence the name. Currently I'm only practicing preparing myself for the day, but I look forward to fully trying out the test.

[5] concept arts and ideas

I have some concepts and ideas for the map/stages, but more importantly I have some ideas and concepts for other characters and some of my existing OC's, which might mean that there will be updates from them coming in the future. Now, I don't know when these changes will take place, heck, I'm not even sure if I am so far with the ideas that I can that it'll be good to add to said muses.

SPEAKING OF MUSES. I've been meaning to get Tsukine in the blog, but due to the lack of motivation to draw her and the fact that I've been having other things working on, I'm afraid that she'll have to take the sidelines once more, unfortunately.

[6] Computer stuff

Good news on the computer stuff, I'm getting the processor and internal storage later this week hopefully and that also means that by the end of this month, I can get the rest of the things to make my PC functional which that means I can soon say goodbye to this craptop and no longer be restricted by it.

[7] etc?

Aside from me enjoying new songs I've stumbled across and meeting an old friend...I'm doing pretty okay. I plan to do nothing special tomorrow aside from maybe modeling Hanaka's white angel some more.

For the rest, that's basically it.

#out of aura #the mun who takes care of everyone here | mun #long post

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kayasu-memo · 5 years

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[trans] 「週刊ヤングジャンプ」 Weekly Young JUMP No.21-22 Issue

The live action movie “Kingdom” is now being released to the public. Ryo plays two important roles: Hyou, a close friend of the main character, Shin, and Eisei, the king who is going to be the first emperor. Yoshizawa Ryo appeared on YJ. The king and the slave, he approaches the back side of the filming which played completely different characters.

一I heard that you have already been reading the original before the cast was decided.

I started reading it five years ago.

一What is your impression of the original?

At first, I knew it because it’s so popular and when I started reading it, it was so hot and I cried. It was so much entertainment that I got hooked at once.

一What did you think when you were going to make an appearance in your favorite live-action movie?

I was happy, but I thought, how the heck do I do? What is it? It was hard for me to imagine what it would be like to call tens of thousands of extras in a battle scene. At first, I couldn’t imagine.

一How was it when you actually started the shooting?

The staff, the cast, and everyone who involved in the movie was very passionate. When Osawa Takao (Army Commander Cavalry) who trained to build the body came to the scene I was trembling, this heat is Kingdom! I was so happy being able to see it. The actual finished work was insanely interesting, and I thought it wasn’t something I was worried about (laughs).

一I heard that you have a good relationship with Yamazaki Kento, but did your relationship have an impact on your acting?

This was the 4th time we have performed together, so I think we both know how each other will behave, and because of that kind of relationships, we became Shin and Eisei.

一Did it affects your relationship in reality?

I usually only talk about trivial things with him (laughs), but since I’ve played in Kingdom, I’ve had more opportunities to talk to him seriously. I was thinking, I have to make it interesting. Of course, I need to behave like an adult. I think it’s also because I was raised up, it’s a feeling that I was pulled by the amount of heat of the work.

一You played two roles, Hyou and Eisei, but how could you have played two roles that are quite unique?

I played Hyou and he was easy to understand, humanist and charming, but … I always thought about how I could express the overwhelming aura that comes out from Eisei, not to mention the expression that doesn’t show weakness, the really hot sprits, human-smelling part, and the standing figure and the way of speaking.

一Was there a moment when your plan was well hooked?

There was also a moment when Eisei was pulled by Shin’s spirits and and there was a scene where I bumped my dream against Ouki. I think there was something that was born by the tension that I have to convince Ouki. I feel like I’ve been through these moments many times and I’ve gotten to grips with Eisei after those many moments.

一It’s hard to be a King.

一What was the most difficult scene?

The scene where Eisei and Hyou are facing each other. There was a scene I played Hyou and it came back to Eisei shortly after that and I had to change my expressions. Even the two people who looked exactly the same, including the costume, they were one person. I think that the heat was coming out on the scene where it was Hara sensei’s original lines had completely entered each other’s role.

一The scene where Hyou was going to die, it touched me so much, it was shaking with no difference from the original. Also one of the highlights of this work is the action scene.

The action was terrible. I was practicing at a pace of 2-3/week for about two months, but it’s changed rapidly in the field. Fortunately, there are lots of action movies that have been continuing so far, so I think it looks so alive. However, during the 1-cut long turn, I ran and killed repeatedly with dozens of take. I was about to collapse because of the lack of oxygen (laughs).

一Were you aware of the difference between Eisei and Hyou’s action?

Since I’ve been practicing, I think there was an act of barbarism in the form, I stooped when I was as Hyou, on the other hand, as Eisei I was learning the swordsmanship of the royal family, so I was very worried about the difference in facial expressions and the way of the living.

一What are the most memorable lines?

The most memorable line was the line during the battle. Everyone said, “Don’t give up on your will to fight”. It’s a speech line to fire up. I heard that the scene was very important in the Kingdom because Hara sensei was also told so. It was a scene that I myself trembled by reading the original, so I had to decide this thing coolly. There was a consciousness. I had to make a voice that I should shout it loud but also it should be delivered properly, and I thought even if Eisei was exhausted, and Eisei’s voice is too beautiful, I wanted to perform it realistically.

一It’s about the important line in the story that Hara sensei was cherished it very much, and it seems he’s imagining the voice of you in his head while drawing Eisei in the original work. Now, Yoshizawa-san’s voice is Eisei’s voice.

Is it true?! It’s insanely nice. My voice died in one shot, but I’m glad I did my best.

一You mentioned earlier that Hara sensei came to the scene. Are there any of his words that you think affected and impressed you?

Of course his words were so impressive, and by chance when we met with him at a Chinese food stall, he asked Kento, “I want the scene where Hyou dies turned hot, that’s an important scene” he said, I was listening to it and I thought, “I have to die properly ”(laughs). In fact, the shooting of that scene was very intense. I was shooting from around 9 o'clock in the evening to around 3 o'clock in the morning, but I was crying with Kento all the time. I was conscious of thinking that the shooting order was not significant.

一Please give a word to YJ readers who are looking forward to the live-action movie.

As a fan, I honestly thought this film was interesting, so I think that you can watch it with any confidence and you will enjoy it. I was so happy I challenged the scene with such a spirit I had. Because it’s work that the staff and the actors also challenged their whole bodies and souls. I would like you to see it at the theater!

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