#his face is good to draw angy expressions plus

[luveline]

you know, I'm coming right back [Fred Weasley x Reader]

summary: you're a lonely artist and Fred is your adoring model

word count: 2.4k

tags: reader insert, lonely reader, artist reader, seventh year, kids in love, first kiss, getting together, pining, fluff, friends-to-lovers

It was easy for you, usually, to act fine. To feel fine. Any loneliness that clouded your life was pushed firmly into the depths of your thoughts. You tried to focus on the things that mattered, essays and charms and your art.

You loved to draw. You had sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches, some half finished, others coloured and lined. You drew everything, though you struggled to bring anything from your memory. Everything you drew had to be done right there, right then, with unsuspecting models. You sketched students eating their dinner, scribbled side profiles when you managed a spare minute in class. But you're most impressive artwork was done in the library, where nothing moved. Everyone was silent. You had pages and pages of bored, tired looking students. When exams approached, you hurriedly copied down the expressions of people on the edge of depression and panic.

You had friends, ish. You knew people. You'd had intense friendships that somehow always ended in awkward drifting aparts. Well, you thought. There must be something wrong with me. They liked me before they didn't, so the fault must've been mine.

You huffed out a sigh, pressing your face deep into the textured page of your sketch book, breathing in the smell of charcoal. You were sketching the illusive Fred Weasley, who you'd never truly drawn before. Maybe you had scraps from your second or third year when you'd still attempted to draw moving objects before getting comfortable and accepting that still life was your forte.

He was maddeningly good lucking when his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He seemed to actually be studying for once, sat at a table with his brother, George, and housemates Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet.

You were sat by yourself, and couldn't help listening to his lilting voice as he bantered with his friends. They were talking about Umbridge (the current victim of the Hogwarts' student body hate train), and quidditch, and their recent ban from quidditch. You'd never played.

"Watch out, dolly fell asleep," said one of the girls.

You bit your lip. You'd been nicknamed dolly by the girls in your dorm because of your porcelain doll you'd had since childhood. Even though this year was your last, you still hadn't felt the need to hide her away. She made you feel much less anxious and alone.

The whole school knew, naturally.

"Don't get any funny ideas," said Angelina,  to the twins.

"Come on Angie, you think so little of us?" said George.

"Yesterday I watched you trick a group of forth years into taking puking pastilles." Angelina said.

"It was hardly a trick. We told them they were multi-faceted," said George.

You could hear your heartbeat if you focused. It was in your ears. It bump, bump, bumped.

Bump bump. You flinched, a hand settled on your shoulder quickly moved.

"Wake up, dolly. Library's closing."

You squinted up into Fred's face, head halo'd by candlelight. Lifting your head from the wooden table, you stretched your neck to the left. It clicked.

"Uh..."

"Hmm?" You prompted him, smoothing your hair behind your ears.

"You have - dirt. On your face. Here-" He said, reaching forward. You closed your eyes as he gently wiped the skin above your eyebrow.

"It's charcoal."

"What?"

"It's not dirt," you said, peaking at him through your eyelashes. "It's charcoal."

He looked mildly surprised. You shifted, hoping to cover your sketch before he caught sight of it.

It didn't matter.

"It's me. My gorgeous dolly, you've created quite the masterpiece right there, haven't you? I look vexingly handsome, of course. Thought if that's a consequence of your skill or my handsomeness is anyones guess."

You were lost for words. "Uh, quite."

"Yes, yes, quite. Say, could I keep it?"

"... You want the drawing?"

"I'd love it, if that's okay."

"I," you quickly dug your thumbnail into the paper, tearing carefully at the centre. The paper came away a little ragged and smudged. "Of course. It's yours."

He handled it with care.

The librarian jingled her little bell again.

"Thank you. So, see you?"

"Yep," you agreed.

He nodded his head and bowed out with his friends. You tried not to feel paranoid at their laughter.

-

You were curled up in a hidden alcove, though it was hardly hidden. Most students knew where to seek privacy in the castle. You just so happened to get there first that evening.

You were trying to sketch Fred again. It felt weird to be missing a page from your book, and weirder still that you couldn't remember his face when he wasn't right in front of you. You tried, but it kept going wrong.

When you finally managed one you liked well enough, you had accidentally ruined it with a heavy hand and the wrong shade of brown.

He looked much too brunette.

You carefully rolled your coloured pencils back up, securing the leather ties tightly so as to keep every pencil confined.

Sighing morosely, you flipped to a new page. Things got so complicated sometimes, it made you agitated. You doodled a little sad face in the corner of your page. When the one thing that you enjoyed in life started to go wrong, it set off your whole mood.

Your birthday was coming up. It had been on your mind a lot lately. You'd spend it alone. That's what you figured. Nobody would know it was your birthday, or if they did, you weren't friends now, so...

You began with an arching circle, bisecting the lines appropriately. Feeling out the familiar lines of your own face came easy, the slight upper tilt of your brows, your hair and your pursed mouth. You always looked sad in the mirror, and it showed, dotted here and there when the only thing to draw was your own face.

The rudimentary outline of a birthday cake took form. The candles were unlit.

In a fit of unhappiness, you scratched out your mouth. It was never smiling.

"What did that piece of paper ever do to you?" said a voice.

You jumped. Fred was peering down at you curiously, wringing his hands. You put your pencil between the soft cover and smashed it flat, closed.

"Hi, dolly."

"Weasley."

"Oh, not even a first name?"

"You neglected mine first," you reasoned, rolling the words. He smiled at your joking tone.

"How rude of me. Hi, Y/N," he corrected himself.

"Hi, Weasley."

He smirked.

"Anymore of me in that blessed vessel?"

"Nah. You never stand still."

"If I pose for it?" He asked. You patted the ground in front of you.

He was a lovely model. He stayed infinitely still, more still than you imagined possible for him. He sat at a 3/4ths angle, chin up but not too far, mouth tilted and eyes open.

His eyes were the one thing he couldn't keep still. You tried not to flame in the cheeks everything you'd catch his gaze on you.

You sketched fast, choosing to hatch rather than render, big swooping lines to give the illusion of a depth that wasn't really there. You would've loved to do a full render, maybe even a colour portrait, but he was beginning to look a little antsy.

You set the book on the floor to face him and pushed it into his eyesight softlt. He turned. He looked nice like that, face bent, hair falling into his eyes.

After a moment, he began scrounging through his robe pockets. He set down a box, a lighter, a pair of gloves.

Finally, he set a galleon onto the floor close to your crossed legs.

"For you," he said, smiling at your inquisitive look. "For the drawing."

"Oh, I can't accept that. And I'd like to keep this one, if it's alright."

Fred thought for a moment. "Alright, you keep it. And the galleon, too, for the one you gave me the other day."

You bit back a smile. "I can't take your money, Fred."

"I can't keep having you draw me for free. It's as valuable a service as anything else. Plus, I'm not sure if you know, but I run a lucrative business these days."

You picked up the coin, rubbing your thumb against the engravings thoughtfully. "It's hardly a service."

"A talent, then. A skill. You're very good."

You're neck almost snapped as you looked into his face, wanting to assess his expression for genuineness. He looked earnest, and kind. You blinked away the gathering heat behind your eyes.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand at you. "Think nothing of it."

"Really-" you cleared your throat, "-you're doing me a favour. I'm not good at drawing things that move."

"I'm sure you're better than you think," he said.

You shook your head, smiling smiling smiling.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Fred weighed the box in his hands. It was soft at the corners, like a simple jewelry box that you had in your trunk. He offered it to you. You opened it carefully, the lid sliding free with a shhhhh sound. Inside was an evil looking fruit pastille, a match stick and a dried up flower petal.

It felt like a very private thing to see, suddenly. Such an eclectic collection of items couldn't be random.

"The first puking pastille George and I made. Or rather, the second - the first was forcibly fed to Lee Jordan in our third year. The match stick is from my Uncle's matchbox. I never met him. And the flower was from Ginny, when she was 9." He sounded nervous.

"It's a memory box."

"I- yes. It is. Things are sometimes so miserable now, with Umbridge and you-know-who. Scary, even. I look at them when I feel like it won't ever end."

You took them in for a little while longer and then placed the lid onto the box with nimble fingers. You scratched the lid with a fingernail.

"It's nice. You're right. Things are so awful right now, it's good to have reminders of why we keep going."

"Exaclty. Dolly, can I interest you in a fruit pastille?"

"Not on your life."

"They're perfectly edible!"

"Sure, Fred."

-

The honest conversation you'd shared with Fred was a catalyst between you. He often came to find you, each time whining and nagging you to just sit in the library like most people do.

"What, so your housemates can throw paper balls at me?"

"They thought you were sleeping!"

A likely story, you thought. He sometimes asked you to draw him, posing with the elegance of a natural born model. It was great for you personally, you felt that you were really getting a feel for his face. Eventually, you were able to draw his face from memory, the details of his nose coming to your fingers as easily as a first year spell.

It became about capturing emotion. You could capture his likeness now without a second thought, but his emotions were much more complicated. How would you show his veiled frustration the day Umbridge kicked him off the quidditch team? Through the clenching of his jaw? The shy veins in his forehead? How did you showcase the fear when he'd come back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, through his eyes, downturned and squinting just a little?

Today, it was poorly hidden elation. "How come you're so happy?" You asked, pencil between your teeth. He grinned. You measured his face with your thumb in the air, forming an L.

"Is it a prank?"

"You're thinking too small."

"A new product?"

"Still need to go bigger!"

"Hmmm," you hummed. Measure twice, cut once. Or in your case, sketch once.

"George and I, we're gonna open a shop."

"A section at Zonko's isn't enough for you?" You asked, casually, though you were very very happy for him.

"It's going to be amazing. We're going to run it, just the two of us, and you won't catch me in these scrappy long sleeves anymore. The next time you see me, I'll be in a full suit and tie."

"The next time? Is that not tomorrow?"

Fred closed his mouth, realising his mistake. He had revealed something he hadn't intended to. "We're leaving," he confessed. "We were going to wait for our NEWTs but... Well, we won't need them. This is going to work."

"So. You're leaving today?" You asked, crestfallen.

"Hey," Fred said, rubbing a placating hand over the curve of your shoulder. "Tomorrow. During the DADA OWL. We have a plan."

"This is goodbye?"

"No! No. Not if you don't want it to be. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, and maybe now isn't the best time, I had this whole letter planned and I didn't want to distract you from your exams and-"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Fred straightened. "I wanted to ask - will you go out with me? Not, you don't have to be my girlfriend if it's too soon, I'd love to take you for food someplace, I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade, but when the shop officially became ours, the plans changed so fast and I didn't know if you'd still want-" you cut off his rambling.

"I'll be your girlfriend," you said.

"You will?"

"Sure, if you'll be my boyfriend," you murmured.

Fred moved the arm that had been on your shoulder to the nape of your neck. "That's a dealbreaker," he said, leaning in.

He kissed you chastely on the lips first and then pulled back to look into your face. You chased him, a moment of bravery, and opened your mouth to taste him. He was sweet, like sugar. Your sketch pad crinkled beneath you both as he pressed forward. Your chests touched, heaving.

"You're not gonna be my boyfriend?" You asked against his mouth, breathing hard.

"I'm gonna be much more than that, dolly," he said heatedly.

Your mouth was tingling. "Kiss me again?"

You gasped at the force of him, laughing. He laughed too against your lips, and the sound tickled. He gave you a multitude of short and sweet kisses before pulling away again.

He wiped the wetness from your lip with his pinky finger. "Godric, you're cute. Look how flushed you are! You're insane."

Something churned in your stomach. The butterflies had acquired a trampoline. You felt happier than you had in a very long time. "You're not half-bad yourself, Weasley."

#listened to boyfriend by big time rush while writing hahaha #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley #fred #fred weasly x reader #sad reader #reader insert #artist reader #fred weasley fluff #sorry for the big blocks of text tumblr has a 250 paragraph limit #why woukd they do that

[doped-on-galaxies]

So I decided to make my last post a little more clear

We're going to put the shippings more in depth.

First off, keepsakes

I dont take the keepsakes very seriously due to the fact that's all they are. They were gifted. Nothing fancy just things that are carried along throughout the series. Though Misty's keepsakes were carried throughout plenty more seasons than Ash and May's ribbon. The ribbon was nothing more than a good luck charm to remind May of how much she learned, same as Ash's lure from Misty was a good luck charm for him 🤭

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Whether these were hints towards shippings or not, these were the only personal ones that had Ash and a female companion alone. Though this can be argued I do personally feel as if Pokeshipping and Amourshipping were hinted in these. Nonetheless May and Iris did not get a cameo poster with Ash alone.

Being saved

If you're going to consider one as a hint, then consider all of these as hints. These characters were simply being saved, and each of the falling scenes have a close up of grabbing each others hands. Let it be noted though, that Misty saving Ash, Serena saving Ash, and May saving Drew were the ONLY times the females saved their *crushes* every other time it's just Ash saving and girl. Yes a few of the girls liked Ash but that carries us into our next topic.

Blushing

Somebody said that "blushing doesn't always mean romance" of course. I get that, but not in these scenarios. Each person blushed due to to a romantic gesture. Whether it's embarrassing someone about possible love letters, accusing one of having feelings, accepting feelings, or simply a romantic moment. They say "Oh well Pokemon can't be romantic due to age" yet last time I checked, there is blushing, rose giving, slow dancing, kissing, and people asking if x has a crush on y. Can they go too far? No, but did they give us an idea on who liked who??? Definitely. As shown even Ash blushed, he just didn't blush very often, but them few counted. I understand that Goh blushes at Ash too though but last time I checked we aren't talking about characters being embarrassed, but I do believe if there is a possibility for there to be a LGBTQ relationship with Ash- Gary and Goh are definitely good representations.

Oh, and yes I am aware Ash was sick in the scene with him and Serena, but Pokemon did a pretty *obvious* job of making it a romantic scene regardless. They didn't have to do all that, but they did. "Some" people seem to forget that there's more to a Pokemon shipping than having to fish out romance out of non-romantic scenes due to their ship just being a healthy friendship at best, but if you're here for the obvious, you can easily tell Pokemon did their best to portray some kind of romance in these scenes. The proof was in the blushing. If you don't feel for someone you don't blush. You argue it out or deny it. We have all been in a scenario as kids and young teens where someone asks if you have feelings for someone, and you brush it off or argue about it because it's simply not true. I promise you my face only got red when I actually had feelings for someone. It's natural instinct, Pokemon knows that too. Take some notes from the Pokemon creators because they knew what they were drawing and what was going to be said in these scenes. Also take a look at the few shippings that had no blushing whatsoever. It's a sign, not an argument.

"Look at how they look at each other"

You know, you're only partially right. Look at how Ash looks at EVERY GIRL. Ooooh wow same expression. Pretty last resort thing to fall back on. Which is why there are other hints that help to make SOME of those expressions actually worth digging in to.

Let's face it, when it comes to ships like Contestshipping and Penguinshipping- there's very few episodes that Drew and Kenny are in, so every second counts. Plus the episodes with Angie, Anabel, and Lucy (towards Brock) they made it very clear within the very few episodes that those girls had feelings. Though I do believe Pearlshipping was partially one sided (I do feel like Dawn liked Ash to an extent only with the way she left Kenny to travel with Ash despite his offer) there was 100% proof Kenny DID have feelings for Dawn and it was easily initiated in the actions he made. Contestshipping was not one sided though. I've learned in my 23 years of watching Pokemon if they don't blush, it's not anything to worry about. Luckily May blushed nearly everytime, and Drew did blush but he didn't always need to. After all he was slinging red roses left and right, and if they were for Beautifly- the last one she received would've never been given to her since Beautifly wasn't even in Battle Frontier at all.

Though I am a Pokeshipper, Amourshipper, and half ass Pearlshipper- I stand as an ally when I say that if you're looking for romantic signs in a shipping you're going to have to find it in the Poke'girls actions. Ash doesn't *look* at one girl specifically different than the other. He literally just looks at them. Though the only person he ever blushed with was for Misty, but that doesn't mean the 2,000,000 hints Serena had are dismissed. After all, like I said before, if Pokemon wanted to create hints, they would, and they did. Those hints were soooo out there, that saying "oh look how Ash looks at her" is gonna leave us asking "who?" Because let's face it he looks at all of them pretty normal. That being said there are still hints Ash had. Being jealous of Misty's potential crushes, showing he was attracted to other women, running up to Serena when he was sick and falling into her arms, and looking at Serena when she kissed him and doing nothing but smile, when normally Ash would probably freak the fuck out.

That being said I hope I made myself clear on how to spot a close-to-canon shipping. It's okay to ship people who have litte to no proof of real romance, but don't say a ship with real proof has none. That is where you are wrong.

#contestshipping #pokemon #amourshipping #ash and serena #drew pokemon #may and drew #may pokemon #drew and may #drew shuu #serena pokemon #may and drew pokemon #satoshi and serena #serena x ash #dawn pokemon #ash x serena #ash x misty #pokeshipping #misty pokemon #serena and ash #ash satoshi #ash and misty #pearlshipping #hikari pokemon #Penguinshipping #dawn and kenny #anti Advanceshipping #pokemon girl #pokegirls #pokemon shippings

[onebizarrekai]

v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

#god I keep telling myself I'm gonna stop rambling about v3 #v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #random stuff #but making this… it sounded so fun #danganronpa

[lady-dimmadome]

*crashes into wall* I heard you were taking Heisenberg x reader requests? >:3c How about reader teasing Heisenberg through a very long meeting with the other lords (brushing against his inner thigh, sexy glances and winks, maybe an innuendo or two) and he finally gets back at them when they return to the factory?

(I hope I do your request justice! This one is gonna be a two parter, so be on the lookout for that! Thank you for the request!)

*WARNING* this fic contains NSFW content! Reader discretion is advised!

Karl knew he shouldn't have gave in and brought you along with him. He never should have fallen for your dumb, adorable puppy dog eye pouty face, but alas, he was a weak man when it came to you. And now, he was suffering the consequences.

Your hand snaked up and down his thigh, hidden under the long table, and occasionally brushed over his growing bulge. He knew it would be a bad idea to even glance over at you, knowing you would have that teasing look on your face. That face you made when he let you take control and allowed himself to be at your whim. Usually, he could easily turn the tables if he wanted to, but here, he really was completely at your mercy.

"Heisenberg! I asked you a question!" Mother Miranda gave him a pointed look. It was usual to see him rather despondent at meetings, but he always answered the questions addressed to him.

"Sorry.. I got a migraine." He tried to discreetly slap your hand away when he shifted to give Miranda his full attention. As much as he hated sucking up, he was afraid he would be found out if he didn't.

You faintly heard Alcina mutter something akin to "pitiful man-thing" before Miranda's voice boomed through the room again.

"I had asked how you're going to keep your lycans in check. The village purge is drawing near and I can't have them running amok before the preparations are complete."

Heisenberg had to physically reel his thoughts in when you firmly caressed his cock through his pants. It took every ounce of willpower to keep him from grinding against your hand.

"Urias is keeping them in the den. They'll be fine 'til I can let them loose."

Miranda slowly nodded, accepting his answer. It seemed as if she was ready to put an end to the meeting, and Angie was starting to get bored, furthering Miranda's decision to dismiss everyone.

You and Karl stayed behind, his iron grip on your wrist keeping your hand over his clothed dick. Once the room cleared, he took a deep breath and locked his eyes with yours. You bit your lip, already knowing he had a punishment waiting for you.

"Want to explain what the fuck that was?" He hissed through gritted teeth.

"I have no idea what you mean.." You tried to sound innocent, but you knew damn well Karl knew better.

He didn't say anything, only clenched his teeth and nodded. Letting go of your wrist, he moved to unbutton his pants and tug his cock out. The tip was dribbling precum as he pumped himself a few times under the table before scooting his chair back a fair amount.

"You know the drill, kitten." He motioned for you to get on your knees in front of him.

You knew he would go ever so slightly easier on you if you cooperate, but it was just to fin not to be a bit bratty.

"And if I don't want to?" Your voice carrying through the room. You knew you were digging yourself a hole, but you couldn't help but rile Karl up.

His nose crinkled a bit, but he took another deep breath and extended his free hand a but, only to yank it back towards him, pulling a metal pipe from the wall and using it to pull you foward. The force of the pipe, although not enough to hurt, caused you to fall foward and to your knees.

Karl motioned to you again, this time with a much more stern expression. He was dead serious, and you knew you wouldn't get to cum at all if you didn't listen now.

You adjusted yourself to kneel right in front of him and set your hands on his spread thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of you on your knees in front of him and made to grip your hair, pushing you down to his cock.

"Suck." Was his only command, and you let out a small moan at the pure authority in his voice. It left no room for argument.

You gave the tip a small lick before going down to the base of his cock and licking a long stripe up the underside and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth, using your hand for what you couldn't fit.

Karl's thighs shook from the pure pleasure you were giving him, and you hadn't even really started yet. It didnt take him long to tighten his grip on your hair and begin to thrust in your mouth, though. He quickly brought you to a gagging, teary eyed mess, only giving you short bursts of respite before pulling you back down. The wet sounds and your gagging, plus the grunts and sighs from Heisenberg, were the only things to be heard in the room.

Karl wanted to pull away, knowing spilling in your mouth would give you satisfaction. He knew this was a punishment and he should stop and drag this out, but there was always time for teasing back at the factory. Now, he was just desperate for release. He looked down at you between his thrusts to see you with your eyes shut, threatening tears. His balls slapped your chin with every foward motion, adding to his pleasure.

Soon, Karl was hunched over, your name spilling from his lips as he shot his load down your throat. He pulled your head close, your nose against his pubes as his dick twitched. You tapped his thigh twice, signaling for him to let you off.

After swallowing his cum, you took a good moment to catch your breath and regain your bearings. Karl had leaned back in his chair and was catching his breath as well. His eyes were closed and faint beads of sweat could be seen dotting his forehead.

After pulling himself together, he tucked his cock back in his pants, ignoring the saliva and leftover cum. He stood, albeit a bit wobbly, and helped you to your feet as well.

"Don't think your off the hook, kitten. You've got a long night ahead of you when we get home." Karl then began to lead you out of the building and back to the factory.

Biting back a smile, you followed him on his beeline home. You couldn't wait for what he had in store for you.

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[elles-writing]

Dragon Heart - IV.

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She looked over at Bilbo, who was stirring, and decided it would be a good idea to prepare him a cup of warm tea with some honey and milk. Y/N remembered Bilbo loved this as a child.

So, her next steps took her to the hobbit's kitchen.

Before she stepped inside, Y/N noticed one - perhaps from the older ones - dwarf, who prepared a steaming cup of tea already.

The dwarf didn't seemed to trust her - of course - but his eyes little softened, because she knew Gandalf and Bilbo.

"What tea is that?" Y/N asked instead, genuiely interested.

"Charmomile, for Master Baggins." Y/N hummed and the dwarf quickly left the little hobbit kitchen. You looked around, more concentrated this time. Then, you looked over the hall, pantry, and living room, where was Bilbo, Gandalf and some of the dwarves.

Baggins', now Bilbo's house, has never been un-practical. Maybe for Y/N by it's size, but other than that, there was everything one would need for life.

When Bilbo catched her eyes, Y/N could clearly see he was uncomfortable, upset and absolutely, absolutely done with the subject.

The dwarves.

But most importantly...

Gandalf.

You shrugged, and decided to leave him his burglar-not-burglar game. Bilbo would not be patient forever, but he was mannered and clever enough to know what to do. You were sure the hobbit would feel his Took side with desire for an adventure again.

And take his chance to escape Sackville-Baginses.

As you walked around, you noticed some of the pictures. They seemed to be new - or at least you didn't remembered them.

You walked closer, and stepped on something. You looked down, and noticed it was a dagger. You've never seen the design before, but assumed it must be one of the dwarves'. You picked it up and studied it, when you overheard a voice next to you.

"Careful with this, it's been just sharpened." You turned to see a blonde, blue-eyed dwarf, with braided moustache. He seemed to have the same twinkle in his eyes as Kili.

"I can handle sharp things," Y/N said and looked back at the knife.

"It's nice. Not too light, but not as heavy either." Y/N was thinking aloud. She completely forgot the dwarf next to her, as she studied the dagger.

"You know Master Baggins," He suddenly said. Y/N turned to him.

What the-did he just-

"I do," You nodded, and placed the dagger to his hand.

What the-no, he just didn't-

"You don't look like you are related," he continued.

"That's because we aren't." You ended the topic. Instead, it was your time to ask.

"Who are you?"

"Fili, at your service m'lady," he gently took your hand and kissed the back of your hand, his eyes not leaving yours.

"Y/N, at yours...Fili," You said.

"Oh, Y/N, can I-can I talk to you, for a second?" Bilbo came and you gladly walked aside with him, while Fili send you a wink.

"Bilbo, to answer some of your questions - no, I didn't knew-"

"I'm not talking about the, the dwarves," Bilbo looked over the room with frown on his face.

"Then what is it, my little friend?" You said quietly in attempt to brighten up the situation. Bilbo was almost adorable with frowned pouty face, hands folded on his chest, patting the floor with his foot...only if you could stand straight in his house. Your back thought the size of his house was not adorable at all.

"Well, um...did Gandalf told you to bring them along?" You looked at him with scrunched face, and rolled your eyes.

"I wouldn't be coming if I knew there were dwarves involved. So, if anything, I share your unpopular opinion." And ruffled his hair. He jumped up.

"I'm not a little hobbit anymore, you don't have to do this," Bilbo said through gritted teeth, and you grinned.

"Well, you still are kind of little," You teased him futher, until a dwarf with sharp blue eyes, long, dark hair, and the biggest grumpy and pouty face you've ever seen (not even Bilbo could do that, when he was angy little hobbit).

That dwarf shot you a glare, and also to Bilbo, who was taken aside by him and Gandalf, again.

You felt sorry for Bilbo.

When he was free, you overheard him muttering something about 'surely not going', 'not going anywhere', 'wizards', and so on. You decided to go to sleep, because all of the dwarves were asleep already, and you needed to be up early.

You woken up quickly. The first thing you've heard was the snoring. You scrunched your face, and quickly packed your things. Then, you walked out of Bag End, and decided to wait for them there.

The sunrise was nice time, especially to prepare your horse for the day.

"Shh," you cooed her quietly. It was beautiful mare, tall, and very, very clever.

"It will be okay. We will find dad, and we will go away, to live far away...everything is going to be just fine," You muttered.

"You ready?" Kili stood next to you with a grin on his face. You jumped up a little.

"I am." You said, and noticed Kili's expression as he looked at your horse. You let out a laugh.

"You've never seen a horse before?" Kili walked back a little.

"Not really," he said and you noticed his blushed cheeks.

"Kili!" You both looked over to Fili, standing between two ponies, who called him.

-

"Do you think Bilbo will come?" Kili asked you.

"That hobbit won't show up," Balin said. He was on his pony next to Kili, so he thought he talked to him.

"It's no surprise. Why would Master Baggins leave his home," Thorin (as was the grumpy dwarf named) said.

"I wouldn't understimate hobbits, and especially not Master Baggins," Gandalf said as he smoked his pipe.

"I am sure he is going to come," He said.

And that's when the bet started.

-

It wasn't even five minutes after you left Shire, when you overheard Bilbo's voice in the distance.

"Waaait!"

You looked over to Gandalf, who was hiding a laugh.

"You planned this?" You quietly asked and motioned to the hobbit, who was breathing heavily.

"Well, perhaps," he said, and you scoffed a little and shook your head, as the dwarves seated Bilbo on his pony.

-

The day was beautiful. It was actually quite warm, just warm so you could put down your cloak.

As the evening was approaching, and the sun was setting into palette of gold and velvet, and the sky was getting darker, Thorin decided it was time to set up camp. After a quick argument with Gandalf, the wizard left to seek company of himself. So, there was nothing easier, than to just finding the best place to place your bedroll.

You, Fili and Kili were on first watch. You laid down on your bedroll, and watched the stars. It was cloudless night, plus the crackling sound of fire, and smell of fresh night air was relaxing.

Bilbo was just coming back from his pony, when a sound in distance made him freeze.

"W-what was that?" He pointed to the distance, while looking at Kili.

"Orcs," he said in low, deep voice. You sat up. Bilbo had a part of Took in himself, but he was not that much of a Took.

"There is going to be plenty of those," Fili said, and, obviously, Kili continued.

"They come at night, no screams, just lots of blood," He looked at Bilbo, and the shadows in his face, along with his deep and low voice made it come out horribly scary. Him and Fili started chuckling, but you sighed.

"The way you two snore would make them run for hills, so I wouldn't be that worried," You said, and noticed Bilbo to relax by the corner of your eye.

Kili looked over at you. You pulled out book from your pack. He quickly recognized it, even in the darkness of the night. It was that book you flipped through back in Bag End.

You sat comfortably down, and looked over the illustrations on the pages, and softly touched them.

"What is the book you are reading about, lassie?" Balin asked. You didn't looked up.

"It's a book with tales and stories my...father wrote down," you answered.

"He used to read them to me," you shrugged.

"Would you read some of them-ow, what was that for?!" Kili whisper-yelled at his brother, who chuckled.

"You're a child, Kee," He muttered to himself, and Kili pouted. But Fili was curious as well, which Kili didn't needed to know.

"Well...this one," You flipped a few pages futher.

"This one is called Strange thief and the stars," Y/N comfortably sat and started reading.

"There was once a man. He wasn't very known by name, but by his eyes. His eyes, deep and dark, with sparkles, reminding of stars. Nobody has ever seen eyes like this before, and people were whispering he has stars themselves in his eyes," You slid the tips of your fingers over the drawing, remembering the precision your father has made into repairing them.

"Many women tried to grab his attention, but anytime they didn't sucsceeded, the sparks in their eyes were less visible, but in his as well. And that is why men has decided to call him 'the thief of stars', or a 'strange thief of stars'. He was wandering through the lands, until he found what, as he realized, was looking for,"

"What happened next?" Bilbo asked.

"That girl didn't want to talk to him. She was very kind and caring, but not naive. One day, however, she found a dragon. Big dragon, who seemed scary, but saved her from orcs. The beast's eyes reminded her of someone, yet she didn't knew of whom." You realized everyone was quiet, listening to you, as you spoken.

"The next day, she met the man. He runned into her, in a rush, in a fear - and asked her "Did you see the dragon too?". The young maiden nodded, and helped him to get to safety, as he was very nervous and scared. Since that day, they became closer and closer. One day, when a few years passed, her father - an old, wise and kind man - said, his daughter will marry someone, who gives her something very special. The young man came the next day in their house they lived in. He said," you flipped the page.

" 'I do not have much to offer - gold, silver, or gems - but I do have this," he took out a notebook out of his coat, and offered it. The girl's father took the notebook, and opened it. It was full of drawings of flowers, animals and people - but mainly of one special maiden, when she was laughing, collecting flowers, brushing her hair, cooking, reading...When she came there, and looked throught the book, her father looked at her, and she nodded. So, he looked deeply into the young man's eyes, and said 'She chose you.' "

You finished the story, and Kili giggled at how interested his brother was.

"Now who's the child here,"

#the hobbit #kili #fili #kili x reader #thorin #kili durin #fanfiction #fili x reader #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bilbo x reader #the company #the company x reader #thorin x reader

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Chapter 2 - Of some dating advice and Lee’s romantic conquest

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warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

word count: 1021

a/n: This one’s a bit shorter folks, and the next part should be fun

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 “Mate, you have to agree she’s proper fit,” said Lee with his eyebrows raised and the three boys set their eyes back on the girl.

Olivia Evans was a 6th year Ravenclaw and she was indeed a sight for sore eyes. Natural beauty, clear skin, beautiful hair – she had it all.

“What are you waiting for then? Go for it” Fred told him, “Go get her tiger,” George patted Lee on the shoulder, “you don’t want some Prince Charming to swoop in before you get the chance to work your magic” he pointed shrugging his eyebrows. “I need – the right – approach!” “You’ve got to introduce yourself first, mate” Fred began, “-then, you act totally indifferent and before you know it she’ll be all over you” he continued, gesticulating wildly.

You snorted, overhearing that exchange from a few meters away, not looking up from the book laying on the table in front of you.

The three slowly turned in your direction, clearly not having payed any attention to your presence before. “Got something to add?” asked Fred, visibly feeling challenged. You took a deep breath and with an amused smile, you closed your book, then looked up at them. “Don’t act like girls don’t go crazy over guys who completely ignore them – the more unavailable, the more attractive, you just have to find the right moment to stop” Fred reasoned. “Well…” You looked between them, looking for an answer. Fred wasn’t completely wrong. “That rather works when she’s already interested. Plus, not on every girl.” “What would you suggest then?” Lee turned all his attention to you, abandoning his mates’ attempts at giving advice, making Fred scoff jokingly. “I mean- I don’t know her…” you said truthfully, “do you even talk?” “Not yet,” he replied. “Say hi, I guess. Try to be nice, see how she reacts. And just- don’t use any pick-up lines, please. Especially not ones you got from Fred.” you raised your finger.

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 “Why are we doing this?.. Why did I agree to this..?” you asked rhetorically, as you watched Lee approach Olivia in the Transfiguration Courtyard, squished between George and Fred behind one of the half walls. “Shh!” George nudged you with an elbow as Lee was about to reach the bench the girl was sitting on.

You could barely hear the short exchange and didn’t decipher much. It didn’t seem to go bad, Lee was smiling, Olivia seemed surprised but had some kind of smile on her face too.

Then – she laughed, surprising all three of you. Lee scratched the back of his neck, then they both waved lightly and the boy started walking back in your direction.

“Well, that wasn’t a disaster,” you concluded.

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 You approached the dinner table as if it was an oasis, after a long day of classes. You took an empty spot next to George, saying ‘hi’ quietly, and as soon as your bottom reached the bench- “I need your help.” Lee leaned in from across the table. You looked at him with tired eyes. “Olivia and I have been talking for a few days now and, she’s kind of - you know, this-“ he gestured with his hands with a very focused expression, apparently expecting you to understand him. “Words, Lee.” “I like her..! How do I show her, and make her like me back, but not as a friend and- and not fuck it all up?” he asked desperately.

You sighed, “I don’t know, be nice?” you twisted your face in confusion, “do some nice things, show her that you care. Walk her to class, I dunno.” “But I walk you to class,” said George quietly. “Yes, you do,” you sipped your pumpkin juice, focusing on the table in front of you as Fred snorted loudly and started laughing. “She likes drawing, I know nothing about drawing…” Lee continued, not paying attention to the twins. “You don’t have to know about drawing, just be interested in it, maybe ask her about it..?” “Yeah… yeah, that’s good. That’s manageable…”

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 “She seems cute,” Alicia stated.

You and your roommates were lounging lazily in your dorm room one evening, a few days later.

“She is,” you agreed, staring at the ceiling of your four-poster, your head at the foot of the bed. “Lee seems really into her, doesn’t he?” Angie asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice. “I wish a boy would try that hard for me,” said Alicia dreamily, rearranging things on her desk. “Yeah, it’d be nice to have a boyfriend… someone to tell you you’re pretty, every day,” Angelina rested her chin on her knees, sitting on her own bed, “I can tell you that – you look pretty” you injected, but she kept going “…kiss you, cuddle with you… and no need to wank anymore,” she finished with a pout making you and Alicia chuckle.

“What kind of guy would you see yourself in two years? 1, 2, 3 go-“ Alicia pointed at Angelina. “Um… kind, caring, smart – devilishly handsome would be nice too… You,” she pointed at you.

You fiddled with your fingers, staring at the wood above you, where many, many students have left their signatures over the years. For some reason, you couldn’t picture yourself with anyone.

“Silence says it all,” Angie stated, sharing a knowing look with Alicia. “What do you mean by that?!” you flipped over onto your stomach to face her as she chuckled at you. “Oh come on. George is the perfect guy for you!” You tutted, “-but he’s my friend!”

You never felt the need to see anyone, because you had George. And when you thought about it, he was the perfect guy. But you wouldn’t think about dating him.

“You’re picky. End of story.”

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 You munched on your carrot, with your eyes fixated on the Ravenclaw table, where Olivia was happily giggling away, hanging onto her new boyfriend’s arm.

“She was boring anyway,” said Lee, unphased, gulping the last of his morning coffee.

“Come on, we’ve got Herbology,” George poked you with a finger, getting up from his seat.

All was back to normal.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine

[kikillustrate]

When you’re part of a powerful line of human fighters in Kantora but the rest of your squad are disrespectful to your manhood because of your hairless lip and the nicest person you’ve ever befriended is (secretly) an enemy of the state

#Dungeons and Dragons #dnd oc #d&d #original character #art tag #press f in the tags for this child #his face is good to draw angy expressions plus #bullying jiscard is becoming my favorite past time #and also yes #can't wait for torri to get his first wanted poster

[love-takes-work]

Steven Universe Podcast MiniRecaps: Now We're Only Falling Apart, What's Your Problem, & The Question (Volume 3, Episode 1)

This is the first episode of the official Steven Universe podcast Volume 3, approaching new episodes with behind-the-scenes peeks into the show. This episode covers “Now We're Only Falling Apart," "What's Your Problem,” and “The Question” together, and includes three Crewniverse members (one board artist, one board supervisor, and one voice actor). The official description:

There is nothing "mini" about this fullsized episode! Storyboard Supervisor Hilary Florido, Storyboard Artist Lamar Abrams, and Michaela Dietz, the voice of Amethyst, have the inside scoop on "Now We're Only Falling Apart," "What's Your Problem," and "The Question." Discover what inspired Amethyst shapeshifting into a horse, what it was like writing that beautiful proposal, and how Michaela feels about Amethyst's newfound maturity. Plus, you'll hear why communication is key and everybody should have a good support system.

McKenzie opens with an introduction; Lamar, Hilary, and Michaela say hi, and they jump right into "Now We're Only Falling Apart."

McKenzie's first question for the board team is about Sapphire: she can see the future, so how exactly do they approach writing for her?

Lamar jumps in to say they're used to it at this point--she can't see so clearly that there's no story to write and no way to surprise her; she still has the capacity to interact with others and have emotions despite that she can see things coming or be aware of stuff out of sight. Hilary points out that Sapphire sees possibilities and avenues, considering she knows the future can be changed. McKenzie brings up the fact that Sapphire used to see the future as one inevitable eventuality, but Ruby has brought chaos into the picture since she's "zany." Before Sapphire met Ruby, everyone fell into their role, and it was much more predictable, but now everyone breaks rules. Lamar thinks Sapphire's really interesting because she can still be surprised and it manifests in ways the others can't experience.

Michaela thought it was super cool to watch Sapphire using ice to separate herself from others, until after she's spent the whole episode mostly listening, and then the ice and snow softens and melts.

McKenzie points out that it's easy to sympathize with both Gems in this episode, but that Sapphire is so hard to surprise and reacts more extremely to it when it happens to her, leading her to blame herself. Hilary says the other characters were used to putting their choices on Rose, but once they had to accept responsibility for their own futures, their roles in their own lives became more active. (The guests jokingly whisper some life lessons and goof around a little about hidden messages in the show.) McKenzie then asks the guests to discuss how the episode was really mostly focused on the backstory for Pink Diamond and Pearl, and asks for details on approaching that.

Lamar loved "humanizing" Pink Diamond in his boards, making her goofy, and loving to say "welcome to Earth!" He liked showing that she didn't like everyone saluting her and flipping out over her presence, and he thinks that made her more likable. He also liked their tour of Earth and all their discoveries of nature and humans. Michaela jokes that maybe she saw the baby in that family and wanted one.

Michaela thought this is really the first time you see how much like Steven Pink Diamond is. She loved the "Zach-influenced laugh." McKenzie points out that she's got a duality, that she has two sides of her personality. She loved seeing Pink and Pearl being nerds. Hilary points out that they don't have responsibilities really, so they had time to just goof around, and Michaela understands how living the life Pink led would lead her to want to treasure her time on Earth. McKenzie was amazed that Garnet influenced the fate of the Earth. If not for Garnet, Rose would have scared all the Gems away instead of fighting for Gems too. Hilary says it's a bit circular. Pink and Pearl had fun on Earth exploring their agency, while Garnet's components had also exercised agency in wanting to be who they are. Michaela brings up the way Garnet was so unsure and didn't even want to admit that her fusion was intentional at first. Hilary says of course cross-Gem fusion is "bad," but McKenzie brings up how Rose said it was okay, making it harder to look back on that as positive.

Next episode up for discussion is "What's Your Problem."

McKenzie prompts Michaela to discuss Amethyst's newfound maturity in the episode. She identifies with bottling things up, pretending things are okay, deflecting, and wanting to take care of another person so you don't have to deal with your own feelings, so she related very easily to what Amethyst went through. McKenzie says she relates too: she doesn't want to confront everything, so why not focus on someone else's problems? Michaela loved seeing Amethyst's relationship with Steven, and she thinks everyone needs a person like Steven in their lives who can handle the hard conversations honestly, freely. McKenzie jokes that we all need that person who'll wrangle our fleeing helicopter form to force discussion about our feelings.

The group then discusses how Amethyst was REALLY trying to get Steven off her during that scene, and Hilary says she wasn't worried because he could float and land safely. Hilary loves the idea that you can both support your buddy and also express your own feelings. Amethyst is trying to be there for Steven legitimately; she's not doing it just so he'll pay attention to HER. Michaela asks the boarder folks how they decide what Amethyst will shapeshift into in any given scene, and Lamar says it's ALWAYS a helicopter as a first choice. Hilary thinks nothing will ever outdo that carseat shapeshift. Michaela remembers from recording that the underwater scene required her to gargle to make the underwater bubble noise.

McKenzie brings up how Amethyst didn't want to dump more old issues on Steven and wanted to shield him a little, and she asks whether that was really a good move. Shielding him from his mother's legacy won’t necessarily help because it'll catch up to him, but dumping it on him at once is cruel. Hilary points out that he knows the backstory; it's the emotional fallout that she doesn't want to force him to carry. Michaela says it's not really good or bad. She did it out of love. Hilary thinks it's unhealthy to bottle up your feelings for someone else's sake; she's still a strong person even if she admits that the situation is really bothering her. McKenzie also says they don't have to deal with it immediately. Steven fixated on the finding Ruby task, and Amethyst just wanted to cheer Steven up. The pizza scene comes up and they discuss what the heck is on the pizza. Michaela says she now wants to eat pizza with a spoon someday. (They goof around about having a fish stuffed with pizza.)

McKenzie brings up another scene she loved: Pearl descending into tears with Sapphire toward the beginning. She thought it was so funny. Michaela loved Deedee's "ugly cry," while for McKenzie it's more about the face Pearl makes. Lamar says during pitching if the discussion leads to "and then they cry," everyone just laughs. It's not FUNNY that someone's sad, he clarifies, but when they get to decide whether it will happen and control the action, crying is funny. Michaela also loved that Pearl was trying to comfort Sapphire but kept saying the totally wrong things.

And then they lead into discussing Amethyst's maturity and how she had a little temper tantrum about whether she was mature. She asks for the group's thoughts on that, and Michaela's very interested in the boarders' thoughts because she wants to know if they foresaw where Amethyst's emotional arc would go. Lamar thinks it fell into place easily with Rebecca's ideas because Amethyst, as the "baby," has the most room for growth and the good examples of the other Gems to bring herself up to. Hilary adds that Amethyst feels more like a sibling with Steven than Pearl and Garnet are, and has a lot of parallels with him. Michaela loves their friendship and thinks Smoky Quartz is "hashtag best Fusion."

Next, they go into "The Question."

McKenzie wants to start off discussing coping styles, contrasting everyone else's with Ruby's as shown in this episode. Hilary relates to burying your feelings by reading comics. Ruby's reaction is kind of a "fun" version of soul-searching, and Lamar was glad Ruby got time to herself. Michaela liked that Greg and Steven supported her (even though Garnet is Steven's favorite couple). McKenzie just LOVES Greg and how amazing he was at being there for Ruby. Michaela loves also that he doesn't take himself too seriously but does understand the weight of things properly. They also really enjoyed how he related Rose being Pink Diamond to himself being Gregory DeMayo.

Discussing the really great visuals on this episode, they give the credit to Miki Brewster and Jeff Liu (and this is one of Miki's early episodes). Lamar thinks it was a perfect episode for them. Michaela admits to laughing, crying, and learning a lot. Hilary brings up the comic book art in the episode (drawn by Angie Wang), which used a dry brush. Rebecca had a specific comic they referenced, and Angie replicated it so well. Angie generally does props and effects on the show. Hilary thinks drawings inside a drawing are so interesting. Lamar remembers Muppet Babies mixing styles like that. You have to do a different style on fictional comics and cartoons to make them look different from the style of the cartoon itself, or you won't be able to tell if it's supposed to be live action.

Then McKenzie prompts them to discuss the song, and Michaela goes first, saying she received the demo with just Jeff singing on it. He writes everything with a bit of a twang, so for this he just turned it up. They also all loved Charlyne Yi's performance. McKenzie thinks the song is a little reminiscent of "On the Run," and Michaela points out that every song she's sung as Amethyst has been by Jeff Liu.  

McKenzie loves that Ruby ran right to being a cowboy to explore her individuality. Hilary's a little sad she didn't pick the dolphin comic. They joke about how that would've been done in a “wet brush." Michaela wants to talk about the Amethyst horse! They loved the transformation and discussed whether there was an overlay on the horse sounds she recorded. Michaela thinks there's a little bit of her voice and mostly real horse in there. They joke about the voice actor for the horse being Mr. Ed's apprentice, "Li'l Ed."

One thing that Michaela loved about this Ruby episode is that you can't know what's going on with someone from the outside. You can't assume they're perfectly content even if they seemed like it. Communication is important. And they all loved the resolution--especially the proposal. Hilary says she likes the acknowledgment that Ruby doesn't HAVE to be with someone; she WANTS to be with someone. Miki did the boarding for the proposal scene and she was clearly super into it.

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[daydreamdanganronpa]

Upon enrolling Hopes Peak Academy for Gifted Students, you were granted the title Ultimate Radioshow Host. You were commended for accumulating hundreds of thousands of fans for your station, as well as saving the life of a listener that had called in at one point.

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Upon enrolling Hopes Peak Academy for Gifted Students, you were granted the title Ultimate Radioshow Host. You were commended for accumulating hundreds of thousands of fans for your station, as well as saving the life of a listener that had called in at one point.

AMAMI

It was often during the late nights where boredom would plague him, supposed dangers of the dark leaving him confined to the same four walls of his room.

Sighing at his restrictions to freely travel, Rantaro flipped on his radio after seeing no one was online for him to chat to. A lively voice began to pour out of the speaker, which he assumed was from a radio show.

“Good evening! We’re doing a call-in bit now where for you guys who can’t sleep will get too scared to sleep at all! You’re going to ring in and tell me all about what scares you~ Fufufu.”

The segment was cheesy, but he listened to the answers of other people anyway; spiders, dolls, heights. Although they were normal fears, they weren’t exactly ones he resonated to-- his talent gave him exposure to these sorts of things and he considered himself brave when he needed to be. Thoughts of giving an answer himself crossed his mind, and he picked up his phone, shrugging. He may as well; he had time and loneliness to kill, plus it was anonymous.

“Aaaand, you’re on!”

“Hey.” Rantaro called out. “‘This live?”

“Yup!” You answered back. Unlike most people that called in who were usually overexcited, talkative fans, his voice was smooth and casual. You were glad this was taking place over the radio so people wouldn’t see the light blush dusting your cheeks. “Night’s Fright is live until midnight!

“Hm…” He crossed his arms and leant back in his chair, letting his phone sit on his shoulder where he tilted his head to press an ear against it. “I’ve a lot of fears, really. Messing up at Hopes Peak is a big one.” He began to speak.

Rantaro himself had never opened up about his problems before; he was a secretive, guarded person, and so he surprised himself by doing it for the first time in front of a crowd. He guessed it was the night making him sentimental and talk-- or was this your influence as a host?

When you went quiet, he laughed, trying to alleviate some of the tension.

“Ahaha. Sorry, this isn’t that suitable for a popular radio, is it?”

“...Did you say Hopes Peak?” You said suddenly.

“Huh? Yeah.”

“Oh, my. We go to the same school, caller-kun!”

Realisation dawned on him-- of course only the station of the Ultimate Radioshow Host would be buzzing with activity at this time of night.

“What year are you in?” You prompted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He chuckled before giving you a response. “You might’ve seen me around-- I’m a freshman.”

“Me too!” You gasped.

This was the beginning of a long conversation-- Your radio show schedule was discarded for chatting with Rantaro, and your listeners were made to listen to the two of you until midnight.

Soon enough news spread quickly online and on tabloids that the infamous ___ had gotten a date overnight with a mystery caller and were now together. While they were lies, both you and Rantaro secretly didn’t mind them; it could very well be a truth in the near future.

GONTA

“Eh? Who __-chan talking to?”

“Everyone! All the world’s a stage, Gonta-kun!” 

You were always acting like you were on set at any given moment, much to Gonta’s confusion. Sometimes you’d throw a peace sign in a random direction where Gonta thought a camera would be, or press your headphones as if you were speaking into a microphone.

Occasionally you carried around a recorder with you for impromptu sessions, and it was quickly filled with Gonta’s numerous accounts of confusion-- you found his flustered nature cute. When you randomly interviewed him for impromptu question and answer segments, he’d hit peak confusion.

“Everyone’s dying to hear your answers, Gonta-kun!” You’d encourage enthusiastically.

“Everyone!? Who? Who in danger?” He’d cry in response. “Because of Gonta? Gonta sorry!”

When you laughed and said you were kidding-- just exaggerating things-- he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh… Good. Gonta still not know what __ means, though…”

The boy wasn’t customary to technology, so you began to teach him things. You explained how to use the recorder you carried, what a broadcast, and everything your job entailed as the Ultimate Radioshow Host.

“Erm, so Gonta just press this button?” He said, tilting the recorder to inspect it. “Then Gonta talk?”

“Yeah, you can just talk about your thoughts and stuff! Whatever you want.” You explained. Raising a finger to your lips, you smiled slyly. “But nothing you wouldn’t want a secret~ I’m going to listen to it, after all.”

“Gonta understand!” He said earnestly, and raised the device to his lips.

“Um! Gonta think __ very nice! And fun to talk to! Yes, Gonta love ___ very much!”

When he handed it back to you sheepishly, you wordlessly took it back, embarrassed.

You were definitely going to save that recording forever.

OUMA

Ouma was the one person who embraced your quirkiness, returning your ‘showbiz’ like expressions with some of his improvised own. He quickly found his way to your side at all times, and two of you become known as an unofficial duo.

Everyone at Hopes Peak either adored your broadcasts over the public speakers, but when Ouma chimed in on some days a collective groan would sweep over the school.

“Gooood morning, Hopes Peak! I’m your __-chan—“

“—And I’m your Kokichi Ouma~!”

Giving him the key to the broadcasting room proved to be a mistake, as the boy would often make fake announcements about free lunches or costume events and trick the school.

Personally you thought it to be amusing, but this didn’t seem to be the majority opinion.

A poll was held to determine how the broadcasts should be run, and the results practically begged for Ouma’s voice to be taken off the speakers.

He was consequently banned from making any sort of public service announcements.

“Noooo, don’t do this to me, __-chan!” He whined as you took away his key. “We’re perfect together!”

“I know.” You said sadly. “I didn’t want want this either. But hey! You can still send me song suggestions for me to blast randomly~”

“You’re right!” He grinned. “See you round, __-chan.”

But of course, he was going to do much more than that.

You were walking and chatting with Angie in the hallways casually when you heard the familiar tone of the broadcast opening bars. That was odd.

“Huh? Isn’t the broadcast committee your responsibility?” Angie questioned you.

“...Yeah.” You confirmed slowly, confused at who was operating it. You were the only one who had access to the room after Ouma was kicked out. It must’ve been a mistake.

You were contradicted when hearing a familiar laugh over the speaker made a chill run up your spin.

“Nishishi~ Helloooo, Hopes Peak. You hadn’t heard the last of me yet!”

Ouma. Of course.

You mentally slapped yourself as you recalled his ability to pick locks-- it didn’t matter if he had the key or not.

“This is a suuuper special announcement from your very own Kokichi Ouma to the one and only __-chan!”

You lifted your head to look up at the speakers. What could he possibly want?

“Listen up! I’m giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to go on a date with me. You want to, right?” Ouma spoke confidently as ever.

“So meet me under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard after school, ‘kay? Don’t make me wait!”

And with that, the broadcast ended, leaving you a blushing mess of confusion.

You felt everyone’s eyes in the hallway staring at you. This was going to be one hell of a story.

KOREKIYO

He found your influence over such a large crowd to be highly interesting.

When he asked you questions about your field of work and radio station, it surprised you how much he knew— he didn’t look like someone who’d be a frequent listener.

“It’s a wonder how much power words have on people.” He remarked one day. “Stories, music, advice— I’ve noticed these frequent your radio shows.”

This flattered you considerably, as you had taken a liking to his work as well.

“You tell anthropology stories right, Kiyo?” You asked him, eyes glittering. “I should have you appear as a guest speaker on my show someday!”

He chuckled in response. “My, what an honour that’d be. But I’m afraid the others find listening to me rather dull.”

You pouted. “I find them interesting! And your voice is really nice, too…”

With a polite smile, he continued to turn down the many offers you made him to join you on-air, saying he wasn’t well-practiced in entertainment.

But Korekiyo had done his research on you, of course, in an attempt to understand why you had amassed such a large following. You had a reputation for being well-loved and irresistible; the latter of which he took as a challenge to oppose your charms. He insisted upon devoting his energy to the entirety of humanity, not just one person.

However, all reason flew out the window one day when you had noticed him staring at you while you were having a conversation with Kaede and Shuichi.

Without drawing attention from them you glanced at Korekiyo, giving a little wave as you flashed him a smile.

Taken aback at finding your sudden act of kindness quite cute, he quickly moved to lift his mask higher to conceal a blush creeping onto his face.

He surely understood your appeal now.

KIIBO

For some time Kiibo lived in solitude, but being a robot had its perks to combat this. His professor installed a radio into him, mostly for communicative purposes, but he quickly learnt how to use it for entertainment purposes. He was flicking through the channels idly one day-- rapidly switching from classical to jazz to talk shows, quickly growing bored until…

A lively, refreshing voice graced his ears.

“As always, I’m your __-chan and host tonight! Let’s get started~.”

Your voice always so upbeat, and he felt that it was genuine. Soon enough your channel had become his favourite, and his internal radio was permanently tuned to your broadcast, letting him listen to you every chance he got.

He longed to hear you in person someday. But he brushed away the thought, knowing he’d never be able to meet a celebrity like you.

When he found out you were going to be his classmate for his high school life at Hopes Peak, he flipped.

During the class introductions, he didn’t recognise it was you until you spoke. It was unmistakably you. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realised this-- your voice was so much more lovely in person, just as he had always thought. You noticed him being flustered over your presence and threw him a wink.

“Oh! A fan, I take it?” You smiled.

“Y-Yes!” He stammered, nodding rapidly. “I love y-- I’ve loved your station for so so long, and…! Ahh, if you could you sign something for me, I--

Suddenly, his excitement and shock rendered him to useless to speak and he hit a malfunction, causing him to shut down and overheat, steam pouring out of his ears. His body slumped over, looking like the life was drained out of him.

“Hello?”

You waved a hand in front of his face, tilting your head in confusion when he didn’t answer. Shrugging, you took out a metallic marker from your pocket anyway, signing Kiibo’s chest plate before walking off.

KIRUMI

Being in the same class as the Ultimate Radioshow Host had its ups and downs. Some days she found your loud nature to be quite overwhelming like Ouma, but she found you were much sweeter, and was pleased when you offered assistance. She found your popularity and influence useful, and from time to time she would tap your shoulder and whisper into your ear a message for you to relay to the rest of the class.

“Alright~!” You’d say after Kirumi pulled away from you. “Listen up! Everyone’s gotta put their dishes away when you’re done eating, ‘kay?”

You were met with groans of annoyance in return, but it didn’t matter. You turned around and gave Kirumi a reassuring nod, a gesture that she returned with a bow in response. With her head lowered at that angle, she was grateful you wouldn’t be able to see the blush on her face whenever you smiled at her like that. She’d tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear before standing to her full height again and resuming her normal activities, a little happier this time.

Your friendship started when you noticed her trying to gather the attention of the class, but over the commotion went unnoticed.

“Everyone, if you could please…”

“Excuse me--”

“Please listen…”

It bothered you to see Kirumi overshadowed by everyone’s noisy chatter, and you knew you had to take action. Standing on the table and breathing in, you pulled out a megaphone from seemingly nowhere and began to yell.

“Heeeeey!” You yelled, in a voice so loud it could shatter glass. “Listen to Kirumi, you idiots!”

Silence.

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you, eyes wide as you pointed to Kirumi behind you. “Don’t make me say it again!”

Although Kirumi was well recognised, she had always felt more of a background character helping behind the scenes and whatnot, and so this sudden spotlight on her surprised her.

Slightly panicked, she looked back at you, where you were giving her a smile and a thumbs up.

Without another word, you leapt off the desk and grabbed your bag, it swinging from your shoulder as you promptly left the room with everyone’s eyes staring at your back.

As for Kirumi?

She was starstruck.

KAITO

The poor boy had tuned into your station by accident when he was fixing up a makeshift radio to communicate with aliens in outer space.

He had a receiver and transmitter prepared to make contact— if only he could pick up anything.

But when he hears the static dissolve into words, and words to conversation, he jumps.

“Goooood evening everybody!”

He was especially surprised that this voice was speaking in a language he could understand, no less.

“Woah!” He yelled. “This works!? There are aliens out there?”

“Huh? Kaito?”

Kaito was shocked. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know your name! We’re in the same class, remember? It’s __. And hey! I’m no alien!”

Oh. It was you-- __, the Ultimate Radioshow Host.

...Radioshow Host. Shit.

Your talent repeating in his head, realisation dawned on him and his face paled as he figured out what you were going to say next.

“More importantly, what are you doing and how!? This is my radio show, you know!”

Trying to contain his urge to scream he smacked his forehead and held his transmitter tightly. “U-Um! It was-- It was just a prank! Yeah, a prank! Ouma put me up to it, hahaha!” He laughed forcefully.

He had really just embarrassed himself by spouting all that nonsense about aliens in front of you and about a million people. Abort mission.

“S-S-Sorry __-chan! See you tomorrow! Or not! Or never!” He screamed, stammering a barely coherent apology and disconnecting as quickly as he could.

His unorthodox method of disconnecting went noticed by you as you heard the unharmonious crashing of metals before ceasing to hear his voice again.

ANGIE

The girl thought your many fans were a cult, and she was highly invested in you. While this made you happy, it came with a lot of questions and refusing her many times to not use the radio to advertise for Atua.

“So you’re a God, huh, __!” She asked-- more like announced-- one day.

Her sudden outburst confused you. “No?” You answered. “I’m just me!”

“Huh?” She tilted her head. “But you’ve got control over all these people who’d do anything for you. And you speak to them constantly too!”

“I don’t control them!” You said quickly. “They just happen to like what I do.” You said the last statement a little bashfully with a light blush on your face, which Angie noticed.

“You can’t be so humble, __!” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “That’s not how a God is-- they’re powerful and fierce!”

Without warning, she suddenly grabbed your phone and started a recording. “Like this!” She prompted, grinning into the front-facing camera.

“Good evening everybody!” She mimicked your time and catchphrase. But similarities were lost with her next words. “This world is mine! I, __ order you all to surrender to my will!”

You had to admit, it was quite amusing to watch her try to imitate a more evil rendition of you-- Angie’s take on ‘God-like.’

“Now you try!” She encouraged, holding up the camera and zooming in on your face.

Striking a pose with your thumb and first finger under your chin, you gave a haughty laugh. “To all those tuning in; the __ has spoken! You’ve all been brainwashed to listen to my every order! Fuahaha!”

“That’s more like it!” She grinned, and you watched as she opened up the Instagram app.

Lunging for your phone, you yelled, realising what she was intending to do.

“Wait, don’t post that!”

MIU

In her current state, Miu was a hopeless mess. Arms sprawled atop the desk, she was gazing at her radio desperately as she listened to your voice.

She wanted to hear it every day in person. She wanted you to be hers— but if only you could just notice her. You were always preoccupied with your radio show duties and swept away by fans. She had to have her voice stand out from the rest.

That’s when, Miu Iruma, inventor and girl genius, has a sudden strike of inspiration. Swiping the radio off her desk, she grabbed her toolbox and got ready to work.

She had prepared an interceptor device to interrupt your broadcast with her own. Miu grinned into the receiver, knowing she had been successful.

Hacked.

“Sup, fuckers!?”

On your end, you were shocked at the sudden interruption; you hadn’t taken a caller or expected a guest. You looked at your producer for any confirmation but they appeared just as shocked as you are as you listened.

“Surprised, arent’cha? This radio station was fucken eaaaasy. You’ve just been hacked and whacked!”

You froze, recognising the voice. Was that— Iruma? You knew those profanities anywhere.

You rushed to lean over to the mic, hand pressing against your headphones as you knitted your eyebrows in confusion.

“Miu, really!? W-What are you doing-- you know this is live, right?”

“Fuck yeah I do! That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”

“Huh?”

“Call me an exhibitionist, but there’s something I gotta tell ya right now!” You heard her inhale before she spoke again.

“__-chan! I, the great Miu Iruma, am asking you on a date. ...Lemme be your girlfriend!”

And with countless viewers listening in anticipation, you happily agreed, much to Miu’s joy and your producers anger.

TENKO

Tuning into you became routine for her; her daily rituals of stretching, exercise and meditation were accompanied by your voice pouring out of the radio.

Today you had just announced you were taking in callers by random, and Tenko was crossing her fingers wishing to be picked. She wanted this badly; she’d do anything for a chance to talk to you.

When you addressed her for the first time, she almost screamed.

“Hello, listener dearest~ You’re live with me!” Your enthusiastic voice was like a beacon of hope to her.

“R-Reaaaaaaally!?”

Immediately, she threw her phone across the room with a shriek of excitement.

Realising in horror at what she had just done, she stumbled across the room to retrieve her phone, tripping over her chair in the process.

Still laying on her stomach, she reached for her phone, and started babbling into it in a hurry to interact with you.

“Hello!? I-I-I’m such a big fan, and wow! This is so cool!”

Tenko waited to hear your refreshing reply back-- praise, enthusiasm, anything. As long as she could hear your acknowledgements of her in conversation, she would be ecstatic.

When she didn’t hear anything after a few moments, she tilted her head in confusion, and gripped her phone.

“Hello? Can you hear me!?” She yelled.

Looking down at the phone to see her connection, her eyes widened in shock as she realised just how tightly she had been clutching her phone.

Chunks of metal and glass shards in her hand, she screamed as she saw her now broken phone. There was no repairing it in time to talk to you either-- In her excitement she completely missed the fact that she had ruined her one connection line to you.

Throwing it again, she covered her face with both hands as she raised her head to yell in embarrassment and shame.

“AAUGH. I really blew my one chance to talk to __!”

KAEDE

Occasionally you’d dedicate a segment of the show to Kaede and play piano tracks— most of which were her own playing. She’d giggle as she listened along, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she did.

“What you just heard was Clair De Lune played by our very own Kaede Akamatsu!” You said cheerily.

“We have a lot of talented musicians at Hopes Peak!” You continued. “Special thanks to Ibuki-san and Sayaka-san who featured earlier today, too.”

Your voice dropped and became more humble noticeably, as you began to introduce the next segment.

“And well… I’m no musician but this last song… Will be performed live by me!”

Kaede perked up at this, and she could imagine your several other thousands of listeners doing the same thing. You’d never sung live before.

“This is dedicated to Akamatsu Kaede. I hope you’re listening~”

The girl in question gasped as you began to play the track, and she recognised the tune immediately-- it was her piano rendition of her favourite love song. Kaede was surprised to learn that you had saved and recorded that, too.

A blush crept onto her face when she realised what was going on. 

You were singing along to her playing. This was your confession.

On her end, Kaede had to muffle a scream into her pillow to contain the volume of both her joy embarrassment.

She surely wouldn’t be anything less than a blushing mess when she saw you the next day at school. 

SHUICHI

You had invited him to co-star the host with you as a guest, and with how anxious he was being, he was almost regretting it.

He accepted almost a little took quickly at the chance to spend time with you alone, but he soon realised that there would be no real alone time at all.

“So how many listeners do you have, usually?” He asked as casually as he could on the way to your studio.

“Hm…” You tapped your chin. “I couldn’t say for sure. I’ve got a looooot of fans, but only a few hundred thousand of them would be tuning in every show.”

Only? Oh god.

Today you were doing an advice segment where you interacted with your callers, so there were more people than he anticipated. He was reserved for the most part, but made witty comments every now and then that made you laugh.

He felt warmth whenever you did and a sense of confidence-- he wanted to be the one to always put a smile on your face.

Amidst the discussion, a follower of yours tuned in crying over her mother-- they described it to be an incident deemed unsolvable, and they

“I’m sorry for your loss…” You said, unable to find words to this unexpected call-in. “If it helps, we can--”

“Hey.” Shuichi interrupted. “You say that’s an unsolvable case but… Could it be there’s something going on with your aunt..? Especially with her relationship to your mother and the fact that she’s a butcher--” He elaborated on his theory, and soon enough everyone including you quickly became stunned.

The broadcast had to be terminated immediately as you had just uncovered incriminating information. Shouts by your production team and manager sounded through the room as there were calls to police stations being made and team members rushing about to calm down listeners already outside your station.

Amidst the chaos, you put your hands on a stunned-looking Shuichi’s shoulders.

“You did it, Shuichi!

“Um, I think I’ve just caused trouble for everyone, though…”

“No, no!” Your eyes were sparkling. “Not at all-- you’ve just solved a case, and saved a life on air!”

“Hey, you know?” You chattered excitedly. “That’s exactly how I got my Ultimate. You could be the Ultimate Radioshow Host too!”

Shooking his head fiercely, he decided he’d had enough attention for one day.

He’d rather stick to his detective work.

HIMIKO

She adored having someone else in the entertainment business to talk to.

You'd often get coerced into advertising for her magic shows that wouldn’t have an audience had it not been for you.

Today she was sitting next to you in the broadcasting room at Hopes Peak-- you were teaching her how to use the equipment in there and to have a more ‘showbiz’ type of energy in general to help with her magic shows.

“Aaaand a message from our sponsor; Himiko Yumeno!” You ended your lunch announcement jokingly.

“Um..! You all better get down to the gym after this, ‘cuz I’m gonna put on a show! It’s real magic, you can’t miss it!” Himiko said enthusiastically as she could.

She looked to you for validation after that, and you nodded reassuringly, motioning for her to close the broadcast to finish and go off-air.

“Haah, that was nerve-wracking.” Himiko exhaled.

“You only said a few lines.” You pointed out with a giggle.

“But still… Sometimes I even get shy talking to you… A lot of people gets embarrassing…”

“Oh? To me?”

“Yeah… ‘Cuz you’re really cute and super talented and all that! I think you’re really cool!” She exclaimed.  “And well… I really like you, __-san.” Himiko said more shyly this time.

You were stunned at the sudden confession, but you smiled warmly at her. “I like you too, Himiko-chan.”

You looked behind her as you did, noticing a blinking red light on the tabletop. ‘ON AIR’, it read. Oh god, you were still on the P.A-- Himiko didn’t turn it off properly. Realising this, you gave out a scream of embarrassment, and quickly slammed the button to turn off the broadcast.

There would surely be news about this all over the school.

RYOMA

By choice, Ryoma preferred the solitude. He often took pleasure in long walks

Your radio station had a glass window that was more like a transparent wall, letting people see into your workspace and observe you making broadcasts. There were people peering into it and crowding the path Ryoma was walking, and they seemed to line up the entire street.

Begrudgingly, he pushed past your fans outside holding up signs and screaming for your attention. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow to see what the commotion was all about. Beyond the glass was you, speaking into a mic with a headset on as you smiled.

He recalled your talent, the Ultimate Radioshow Host. It was no wonder you had gathered all this attention.

“__-chan, notice me!” Your fans were babbling as they waved erratically.  

“Heh, good luck with that.” He mumbled as he continued to walk. The two of you were in the same class and even then you didn’t notice him. He recalled the one and only interaction you two had together; you had bumped into him when you forgot who he was in your profuse apology.

“Ah, sorry um… What was your name again?” You tried to smile.

“Don’t worry, it happens. Ryoma Hoshi; Ultimate Tennis Player.” He shrugged.

“Ryoma Hoshi?” You repeated. “Oh my, you’re that--!”

“Yeah, that’s me. Don’t suppose you want an interview?” He said sarcastically, but you interpreted his question to be genuine.

“Ah, no sorry, I um-- My show’s not that kind of…” You trailed off, embarrassed at the situation.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said again. “I get it-- no one would want to listen to me anyhow.”

Awkward.

Since then Ryoma had seen you in class every now and then, but didn’t bother to interact.  

He’d never be able to match your energy, and he didn’t think you’d reach out to someone as pessimistic as him.

He was soon contradicted however when unexpectedly, when your eyes made contact, and you flashed him a smile, waving as you did. Stunned, he didn’t get to return the gesture-- you had already looked away to focus on your job, happy and relaxed expression still on your face as you chatted energetically into the mic.

He walked away pulling his beanie down, and a soft smile tugging on his lips that no one would ever get to see.

MAKI

As someone who could never be direct with her feelings, Maki was always too shy to talk to you sometimes, much less ask you out. With this, Maki made a habit of listening to you on air-- it was her way of ‘investigating’ your interests and hobbies; what kind of food you liked and what kind of gifts you liked to receive. She used the information wisely, and was pleased whenever it worked in her favour.

“You really made me a bento?” You squealed one day when she gifted you one. “Oh, and there’s even tempura-- my favourite! How did you know?” You exclaimed, pulling your eyes away from the lunch to look at her in

“Ah, I didn’t…” She lied, looking away to stroke her hair in embarrassment. “I just happened to make whatever and had a spare.”

“You make that much food? Wow~ The Ultimate Child Caregiver sure has a lot of mouths to feed.”

Truthfully, that was the only one she made specifically for you after she learnt it was your favourite on air among other things. It wasn’t stalking, she convinced herself. It was similar to the preparation she did for hits, only her assessments of you were for more… Personal reasons of interest.

You were currently on air discussing topics with random callers, when one in particular made Maki want to snap.

“__-san, are you currently dating anyone?” Someone had asked you.

“Hm~ Not right now! I’m waiting for ‘the one’, you know?”

Maki nodded a little smugly at this-- this meant she had a chance.

“Buuuuut, I do have someone I like. You want to know more about them? Well, sure.”

Maki’s smile dropped instantly. She absolutely didn’t want to hear the explanation of whoever you were interested in; it’d give her too much of an urge to kill. It was likely it was someone in your class; Shuichi or Shinguuji or someone equally irritating. Ignorance was bliss; she’d prefer to not let her image of any classmate get tainted by her bias.

It was unfortunate for Maki that she chose to abruptly turn off the radio, however, as your description would only be more information she’d take interest in:

“Long raven hair, deep cherry eyes, and a scowl that would make a chill run up anyone’s spine…~”

TSUMUGI

She gasped immediately when she saw you holding your recording device one day.

“That’s from that one show, isn’t it?” She exclaimed, and pointed to it in excitement.

“Huh?” You looked up. “Oh no, this is just my recorder!”

“But the detail on that thing!” Tsumugi was swooning. “It really looks like it could unfold and unveil your trap cards!”

You held it up, sweating profusely a little. “No really, it’s just a recorder… I don’t know what a ‘trap card’ is… It can pick up sounds and play them back to you. See?” You hit record and spoke into the machine, then hit play to demonstrate.

When she perked up hearing your voice play back, she suddenly grabbed it.

“Wooow! You could even have summoning voice lines on this thing! Seriously, __-chan, this is so cool~ ...If only it weren’t so plain looking.” She frowned. Her smile was quick to appear on her face again as she made a suggestion.

“You’ve gotta let me borrow it!” She said, starry-eyed. “I’ll just make some modifications-- decals, stickers, the works, you know!? It’ll only take a day or two!”

“What!? No, I’ve got a show tonight-- I need my recordings!” You said, trying to swipe it back. Her height rivalled yours however and she stood on her toes with the hand she was clutching the device in outstretched to the ceiling.

“That’s okay! I won’t let you go into battle without anything to summon!”

“Leave it to me, __-san!” She said enthusiastically as she dashed away in the direction of her lab, trying to shake you off her trail.

“Seriously, come back with that!” 

#mod rantaro #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #killing harmony #ndrv3

[mst3kproject]

812: The Incredibly Strange Creatures who Stopped Living and became Mixed-Up Zombies

Okay, first off, fuck that title.  You know how I write out the full title of Attack of the The Eye Creatures every time I refer to it, out of sheer spite?  I'm going to do the opposite here.  I'm not even going to type out the full acronym. From here on, this movie is known simply as Mixed-Up Zombies, which would be a perfectly good title for a movie made by somebody better at movies than Ray Dennis Steckler.  Apparently the title he originally wanted was even longer, being a riff on the full title of Dr. Strangelove. You can google if you want to know what it was, because I'm not typing that either.

The posters bill MUZ as the First Monster Musical, which is a big fat lie.  I'm pretty sure that to qualify as a musical, a movie has to include more than one song-and-dance number that helps to tell the story, in situations where no sane person would be singing and dancing in real life. Horror of Party Beach (which billed itself as the First Horror Monster Musical) is also not a musical, because its songs have nothing to do with the plot and are all performed by the Del-Aires, who are presumably getting paid for it.  I Accuse my Parents is closer to being a musical, because the songs do express the status of the relationship between Kitty and Jimmy – but it's still not quite there, because Kitty only sings as part of her job.  Mary Poppins is a musical.  Singing in the Rain is a musical.  Fucking Jeeves is a musical.  MUZ is not.

The actual plot of MUZ is somewhat mysterious.  I can tell you that this is the movie where Alex the Chimp's creepy robot double wants us to get our tickets here! and the episode in which Mike and the bots keep making transvestite jokes that really didn't need to be made, but I'm not entirely sure what's actually going on in the story. I guess there are these two carnival performers: Carmelita is an exotic dancer luring men into the clutches of her sister Estrella, who turns them into zombie slaves and sends them out to kill people. Why the two of them do this I have no idea.  Possibly it has something to do with Estrella seeing the deaths in her tarot cards.  If her predictions won't come true on their own, then damn it, she'll make them come true!

This rather vague story is told to us through a character named Jerry, played by writer/director Steckler.  He bills himself as Cash Flagg, which is only slightly less stupid of a stage name than Touch Connors. Jerry can't touch Watney Smith on the Hate-O-Meter but he still scores a solid eight out of ten – he's a rat-faced, lecherous man-child who refuses to work because “life is meant to be enjoyed”.  I imagine this is what Steckler himself would say whenever his parents asked him when he was going to stop making terrible movies and get a real job.  Jerry takes his rich girlfriend Angie to the carnival and then ditches her in order to watch Carmelita's strip show.  I think we're supposed to believe that Carmelita hypnotized him into it but nothing in his prior behaviour suggests that this isn't something he would have done anyway.  Under Estrella's mind control, he murders a couple of dancers and then almost kills Angie when she obnoxiously twirls her umbrella at him.  In the end he is unceremoniously shot by the police, who do that a lot in these movies.

One thing that is unavoidably noticeable in MUZ is that somebody, possibly the costume designer and possibly Steckler himself, has a thing about female body hair.  We never see any actual body hair in the movie (even on the men), but the female dancers wear costumes that almost seem designed to make up for the lack!  Marge the dancer's outfit consists mainly of black mesh with a few opaque patches where something naughty might show, and the bit that covers her crotch is a black inverted triangle that looks much more like pubes than it does lingerie.  I thought this might be my own pervy imagination, but then we see the lead dancer at the girlie show.  She also has a black triangle on her groin, with a feathery top to it that makes it look like her pubes come up past her belly button, plus she's wearing that feathery thing around her shoulders that often looks much like armpit hair.  I don't know what to make of this. It's really weird.

Another thing that draws the attention is how tediously uninspired the nightclub scenes are. These, as Tom Servo observed, make up a significant portion of the movie, but they're just not very interesting to watch.  The comedian has the same repertoire as your divorced uncle at Thanksgiving dinner.  Marge and her partner look like they're at their first ballroom dance class and are doing their best to follow the teacher but have no idea what's going on.  The girlie shows Jerry attend consist mostly of dancers walking in circles or doing very limited steps in place, and singers who just stand there.  It's like we're watching video of a junior high talent show.  It's hard to say who's at fault for this... the direction certainly isn't very interesting, but neither is the lighting or the choreography, and the performers are okay-ish at best.  I think we're just looking at a paucity of talent across all fronts.

The various nightclub acts are irrelevant, anyway.  They're nothing but filler, and the movie uses filler to try to distract us from the fact that we never have any idea why these things are happening.  What is it that Estrella and Carmelita are trying to accomplish through their seduce-and-zombify routine? We don't know, because the two of them never talk to each other.  The sisters ought to have some kind of symbiotic relationship.  Carmelita brings Estrella gullible men to make into zombies, and we'd assume that this must also benefit Carmelita in some way – but how?  Is Estrella eliminating competition by killing other dancers who might rise into Carmelita's starring role?  If so then Marge, who is a drunk on the verge of losing her job anyway, was not the best victim to illustrate that.  If the two of them have some kind of larger plan, like world domination (or at least carnival domination), then we never see any hint of it.

The movie would honestly have been way more interesting if it had actually been about whatever the sisters' evil plan is, but instead, it's about fucking Jerry. I think Jerry's story is supposed to be a tragedy, in that Estrella and Carmelita take this happy young man and completely destroy him, but it's impossible to make that work when Jerry really doesn't start off with anything to lose.  He has no job, no ambition, no hobbies... he seems to live as a leech on the ass of his pompadoured, foreigny friend Harold, and his idea of a good time is watching bargain-rate strippers.  There are probably plenty of real people much like him, but they're not the people the average movie-goer likes or admires. A tragic hero is a man who loses everything, but Jerry never had anything except for his romance with Angela, and he ruined that all by himself.

Jerry is not only a singularly un-likeable character, he's not even any fun to hate.  The rednecks in Giant Spider Invasion were so absolutely awful that it was a good time just watching them scream and get eaten.  Jerry is too bland for that, even at his worst.  We fundamentally do not care what happens to this asshole, and as a result, his story is not at all compelling.

As dull and unfocused as the movie is, I think it might have an intentional theme.  Recall that Jerry doesn't want to get a job – he's a free spirit who wants to do his own thing and enjoy himself.  You occasionally hear self-proclaimed free spirits refer to those of us with real jobs as 'zombies'.  Maybe this is a story about Jerry finally having to bow to capitalism, which ultimately destroys him.  The scene about Jerry's joblessness and the fact that the movie bothers to contrast the semi-squalor in which he lives with Angela's wealthy family is just enough to make me think Steckler could have had some kind of economic point to make.  If so, the metaphor is not sufficiently well-developed to really say anything, and we aren't interested enough in Jerry to care in any event.

A lot of MSTies think this movie visually resembles Manos: the Hands of Fate. The two films do share a lack of decent lighting, a warm late 60's/early 70's pallet, and a general 'somebody's last known photograph' feel.  But while Manos' cinematographer was a guy named Robert Guidry who had never done the job before and never did it again, MUZ was shot by fucking Vilmos Zsigmond. You've never heard of him, but only because nobody knows the names of cinematographers – him doing MUZ is kind of the equivalent of finding out Hans Zimmer wrote the Haunting Torgo Theme.  Fifteen years after MUZ, Zsigmond won an Oscar for cinematography on Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and he went on to be nominated three more times, for The Deer Hunter, The River, and The Black Dahlia.

Ray Dennis Steckler also kept making movies, but his have titles like The Thrill Killers and The Sexorcist. Unsurprisingly, these have been nominated for zero Oscars and are too obscure even for the Razzies.  I'll see if I can find a couple of them for Episodes that Never Were.

#mst3k #reviews #the incredibly strange creatures who stopped living and became mixed-up zombies #all carnival no magic #60s #everybody do the zombie stomp

[elisehu]

In general, my experiences during these short bursts of time in the states are always memorable because they are so abbreviated, and therefore I have to really make the most of every moment. In my brief moments of downtime I a.) kept going to the Au Bon Pain next to my DC hotel to get giant iced teas and breakfast sandwiches and b.) watched some domestic cable news, which let’s face it, is pretty terrifying these days. The programming is interrupted by catheter and other medical device commercials, which are clues I should not be watching.

Highlights that I can piece together through the jet lag:

The Washington Half

Finally visited the Blacksonian — the new Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture — on the day I landed in DC. Eyes still bloodshot from the flight and jet lag setting in, Matt Thompson, his partner Bryan and I powered through and saw crazy amazing stuff like the Parliament Funkadelic MOTHERSHIP. Yes, yes we did.

Friend Claire came down from New York for a hang. We lingered over a three and a half hour dinner at a mezcal place, not because of the meal but because we had some epic catching up to do.

Hanson, you know, of mmmmbop fame from 20 years ago, played a Tiny Desk Concert on the first day I went back to work in DC. They actually played two, because they recorded their very special Christmas Tiny Desk, too. Taylor (the middle one) and I joked around a bit about how the dinosaur on his Christmas sweater was wearing the same sweater, creating some sort of ugly Christmas sweater matrix.

One of my ex-work spouses, Javaun, took a train up from Lynchburg (where he now lives) to spend Tuesday evening hanging out and eating barbecue and drinking beers together. I can’t even remember all the ground we covered because, beer.

Don Gonyea gave me advice about work and life, which is always much appreciated.

Finally ate at the State Department cafeteria in Foggy Bottom — a bucket list item.

Because I am support the notion of spending money to save time, I hired April Yvonne, friend of my always glam friend Angie Goff, to shop for me. She picked out racks of clothes in a few Georgetown shops in advance, so all I had to do was try things on and make decisions. The whole excursion only took two hours in total and I was hella wardrobed for the weekend and work by the end. Endorse.

The Austin Half

Met the following babies who have joined us since I’d last been in Austin: Baby Adaline. Baby Thomas. Baby Marcella. Baby EJ. Baby Franklin. Toddler Hattie. Toddler Emma. Missed Baby Sam, who is fattening up in a NICU right now, but boy was I overjoyed to see his parents.

Sam’s dad Jimmy is my ultimate favorite eating partner. He also cooks delicious food and personally catered my engagement party with Spanish tapas since he trained to be a chef in the kitchens of Spain and Charleston, SC. Because of serendipity, the weekend I was in Austin was also the Far East Food Festival, in which some sixty Austin restaurants served up healthy portions of various Asian creations and Jimmy was judging the food. He added me as a judge so we CHOWED DOWN until the heat and the food consumption did us in. I had to quit early because I just couldn’t eat anymore. Embarrassing, but true.

Due to the abbreviated time, there were extra meals sandwiched in. On Friday I had a cheeseburger appetizer at P Terry’s while en route to Cooper’s barbecue where we disappeared pounds of brisket, sausage and ribs plus jalapeno mac-and-cheese, potato salad and the standard vat of pickles plus white bread. (Also Cooper’s offers free beans!) This was my favorite meal because of the strong appetizer IN THE CAR ON THE WAY to BBQ and my reliable eating buddies, Blake and Justin, joined to work up some serious meat sweats. I probably could have recovered for third lunch after this but we had do disperse.

Reunited with the dim sum club on Saturday morning to eat our faces off.

Did not see my oracle, Harry Whittington (the guy Dick Cheney accidentally shot in the face) but did see Bachelor Brad, who we seem to run into in Austin pretty much all the time. Is he everywhere? Is it because he’s a twin?

Surprised my goddaughter Marion Cass at her school, which led to second graders drawing me a bunch of butterflies and teaching me how to play a game called Sleeping Queen (need to get this for my daughters). Marion Cass also had me over to her house Sunday afternoon where she showed me how she can do things like SPLITS IN THE AIR because, gymnastics and being seven.

The purpose of this Austin return was to attend Friend Todd’s wedding. Did it, and so glad, because I love weddings! I also get to take partial credit for this union in the butterfly-flaps-its-wings kind of way, because I brought Todd to the Texas Tribune in 2009 as we were starting it. Here’s what happened: He was a weirdo who was teaching me Final Cut Pro as a part of a class I took at Austin Film School. I decided he was adorable even though I’m pretty sure he didn’t wash his hair at the time and was always railing about the dangers of aspartame and fluoride. Started calling him Hot Toddy behind his back (he later confronted me about this and yep, guilty) and convinced our boss Evan to give him a job at the Tribune because we were in wild wild west days of throwing jobs around. It was through this job that he met Carsi, his bride.

Reeve and I ran the hike and bike trail and joked around the whole time, just like the good ol’ days.

Sent up a flare in DC, and again in Austin, for big group happy hours. Both led to the happiest reunions, predictably. In Austin, April, my BFF from those halcyon days of my partying/Texas lege-covering twenties in Austin, HAPPENED to also be back after moving away to Toronto a few years ago. We got to see each other for about twenty minutes. I’ll take it.

The last time I was in America, I was two people. This time it was just me and my pump, which had to be used every few hours for the duration of the nine-day trip, the bottles and bags of expressed milk piling up in my respective hotel freezers until I had so much that I paid $400 in heavy baggage fees to bring all that liquid gold home. In order to keep it frozen while flying, I snuck in a trip to Ace Hardware in DC and got a giant padded cooler bag, which ended up being perfect. Thanks, Ace Hardware.

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First stop upon getting home: Matt Thompson

Blacksonian.

Mothership!

Hanson’s Christmas sweaters.

Kevin and David at work

Tuesday night drinking club reunites

Javaun and Chris

Don Gonyea, everybody.

Nate Rott put this cooler together for my milk.

My work product after three days.

With my god baby, who’s so big now

Surprising second graders.

The girls liked the Korean crayons

Worth flying 8,000 miles, yknow?

We cleaned up for Todd.

Snack at Todd’s wedding

Just married

Watching Austin’s pride parade from the wedding venue

Baby EJ’s first dim sum.

Reeve meets baby Thomas at a brunch

Baby Adaline, one of many babies I met

Hotel room hang with Nurse and the brood

Hattie in my Austin shower.

  First Time To Trump's America In general, my experiences during these short bursts of time in the states are always memorable because they are so abbreviated, and therefore I have to really make the most of every moment.

#April Yvonne #Austin #babies #Bachelor Brad #breast pump #dim sum #Far East Food Fest #god daughter #Hanson #happy hour #Harry Whittington #Jimmy Stewart #Marion Cass #matt thompson #milk #P Terry&039;s #reeve hamilton #shopping #Smithsonian #texas barbecue #tiny desk concert #Toddy Wiseman #wedding