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vvienne · 3 years

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RANWAN FIC RECS

Absolute Zero by jitterati

Pathologically solitary academic Chu Wanning left behind a life of research to enlist with the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps Jaeger team when giant monsters began to emerge from the Pacific ocean, eager to leave his personal entanglements behind him and join humanity's collective battle against the threat of extinction.

His goal is to build an artificial intelligence that will allow a pilot to operate a Jaeger mech solo - eliminating the need for pilot compatibility and the mortifying ordeal of being totally known by another person, a "neurological handshake" known colloquially as the drift.

He didn't expect his former students to follow him all the way to front line of the war against the kaiju.

Featuring lots of side character interaction, pining, yearning, questions on the nature of personhood, friendship between jerks, people coping badly with loss, snarky AI, and giant robots. Illustrations by Saika & Daru

Husky and his White Kitten Disciple by JustAMoon123

Within a lonely heart, the seeds of hatred start to grow.

-A 2ha Age and Role-Reversal AU.-

NOTE: This Story is Now E Rated!

[Before meeting Chu Wanning, Mo Ran had drawn his power exclusively from the Wood side of his dual Spiritual Root, and his Qi had always glowed green.

Now, only when in battle did it do so, with Bugui’s blade encased in a tyrannical green light.

Outside of battle, like when he set barriers of warmth; or made Crystal Butterflies to tease golden flowers; or cast a small array to keep a box of food warm, his Qi manifested with a gentle red glow.

Mo Ran’s Wood was destructive, while his Fire was protective.

Ah, Mo Weiyu, Mo Weiyu. Even your power betrays you.]

Burn, Pine, and Perish by moonqueenmaia

It’s been two days since Taxian-Jun’s last visit, and Mo Ran hasn’t touched Chu Wanning at all, beyond gentle and fleeting caresses. Chu Wanning decides to take matters into his own hands by surprising Mo Ran when he comes back to their home after a trip down the mountain.

it's no coincidence (it's a kitty-incidence) by lanzhan (gothguk)

There’s a white cat lounging in the middle of Mo Ran's bed.

to touch you with bare hands (even if it burns) by moonqueenmaia

Chu Wanning is a renowned professor of mechanical engineering at Sisheng Peak University. Beautiful, lonely, and talented beyond belief, he has spent his 32 years mostly by himself, silently and secretly yearning for affection and companionship. Yet Chu Wanning has resolved to himself that he will spend the rest of his life alone, no matter his hidden fantasies.

Enter Taxian-jun, an unruly, arrogant, and struggling student, fiery and domineering, who comes in and shatters the calm of Chu Wanning's life. They enter into an agreement, both burying their feelings underneath a storm of lust and lies. Yet amidst it all, something deeper may be helplessly and slowly blooming.

It is up to them to cultivate it, or destroy it for good.

cursed by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning and his disciples are sent to investigate an abandoned village, and Chu Wanning is hit with a curse.

Mo Ran was determined to treat his shizun respectfully in this life, but what choice does he have?

liar liar cock on fire by lofikv

I (32M) walked in on my roommate (23M) masturbating in our living room. Ever since then I couldn't erase the image of his penis in my mind but I found a sex toy online that is almost as big as him, so I bought it and tried it on myself so that I can imagine how he would feel inside me. I have also been romantically attracted to him ever since we started living together. How can I cope with this?

UPDATE: He caught me in the middle of an emergency.

(Absolute) Unit 311 by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning doesn't have a soulmark.

Neither does Mo Ran.

ducks entering highway by Sectionladvivi

Mo Ran finds out his well-respected, MILF-coded, tears-of-angels-tight-ass robotics professor moonlights as an erotic novelist. He immediately leverages this knowledge for an opportunity to play tonsil hockey.

to yearn by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning starts to cough up flowers. Taxian-Jun is angry. Chu Wanning is not allowed to die pining for someone else.

When it starts happening again in his second life, Mo Ran knows enough to worry.

from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom by Wildehack (tyleet)

Taxian Jun is the victim of a flower curse.

sticky fingers by fakeplasticlily

The man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at Mo Ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. And the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe. “Please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam.” Mo Ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items. It’s him. Not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. Who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance Mo Ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery.

Hard to Love The Lonely Night by bloodsongs

Chu Wanning glares up at him, adjusting his women’s robes. “Still, why couldn’t you have been the wife instead?”

Coughing politely, Mo Ran looks to the side, avoiding his gaze. “Shizun’s skills with the illusion barrier far surpass this humble disciple’s, and, well…”

He doesn’t need to complete his sentence—it’s infuriating, but Mo Ran is now taller than him, broader than him, larger than him. Very much so. The young sapling he raised in Sisheng Peak is now a full-fledged tree, a man built like the mountains Chu Wanning has seen in his travels.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran pretend to be a married couple visiting a small mountain town to investigate some suspicious disappearances. Mini Canon AU casefic. Contains spoilers up to Chapter 130 or so of the novel.

Purple Ink by jeejaschocolate

Chu Wanning is a robotics engineer who lives a life of isolation and loneliness, only partially due to his chronic illness. Eventually he gets so sick that he requires the help of a full-time medical assistant.

Of course, these days, all those jobs are given to CyberLife androids.

Chu Wanning resents the android they give him. From his fiery eyes to his long black hair, to his incomparable tenderness and consideration for Wanning’s feelings.

He resents him. All the way until he falls in love with him.

Fallen Flowers in Swallows' Nests by bloodsongs

You deserve better—I refuse to disrespect you ever again. I want to be better. I must be better.

But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where Taxian-Jun ends and Mo-Zongshi begins.

I only know now that I cannot lie to myself: I want you so fiercely that I burn with it, I am consumed with the desire to make you mine and mine alone. To become one with you, feeling your fire twine with mine.

Or, Chu Wanning finds letters from Mo-Zongshi that were never shared with him.

These hitherto undiscovered letters cover a range of emotions that weren't present in the book he gifted his Shizun: contrition, yearning, and desire.

Counterpoint by senchafloat

Five years ago, Mo Ran was just a boy who loved playing piano—there were many things he didn't know. He didn't know how capricious and unforgiving the world of classical music could be. He didn't know just how lucky he was to have Chu Wanning as his teacher.

Five years later, Chu Wanning is now a renowned concert pianist, and Mo Ran is an upstart conducting student. When Chu Wanning shows up unannounced at his alma mater, Mo Ran has plenty of questions, along with a desire to prove his worth to his old teacher. But as it turns out, Chu Wanning isn't as invincible as he once seemed. As old secrets come up to the surface, the two of them are forced to reinvent the ways they'll make music together.

impatient to adore you by riverdanceeee

At some heartbreaking point in his life, Mo Ran accepted that Chu Wanning would never reciprocate his feelings, so he dealt with it as any other person would. He'd rid himself of his affection, respect their friendship, and learn to move on. But Mo Ran's affection runs too deep, and when any opportunity to spend time with Chu Wanning knocks on his door, he goes running to answer and accept. Even if it means he has to break up a potentially dangerous dog fighting ring.

To Bow Before A Willow Vine by bloodsongs

“I…” Mo Ran hadn’t thought that far. He shakes his head, lowering his head in deference, resting his forehead against Chu Wanning’s knuckles. "I'll do anything you want of me."

The silence stretches on for a beat too long.

"Anything?" Chu Wanning says eventually, tilting his head.

Written for 2Ha Week, Day 4: Reverse AU for the 0.5 timeline. When Chu Wanning storms Sisheng Peak and crowns himself the cultivation world's new emperor, Mo Ran trades his life for Xue Meng's. Contains spoilers for up to the end of the novel.

Call me by my name by rinsled05

When the man called Taxian-Jun arrives, years later, it’s the coming of a storm.

He sweeps into a dinner appointment between Chu Wanning and a client, clad in black, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Over the spark of irritation, Chu Wanning can’t help but admire his lean frame, the way his hair, cut rebelliously short, falls over smoldering, dark eyes. The way he towers over him, even when Chu Wanning rises to full height.

Chu Wanning’s heart races as Taxian-Jun leans in close, ignoring the shouts and gasps around them.

“Sakaki of Ran,” he purrs in their native tongue. “You’re mine.”

Chu Wanning lifts his chin. “I don’t know you.”

“You will,” Taxian-Jun says, and leaves.

In which Chu Wanning is a courtesan serving Chinese merchants in Nagasaki, Japan, and Taxian-Jun decides to make him his.

荷官牌型 ♠️ The Croupier's Hand by bloodsongs

In deep financial straits after losing his job as a teacher, a desperate Chu Wanning becomes a croupier at Sisheng's new casino.

The once sleepy town of Sisheng Peak grows busier by the day as the casino draws more and more tourists to their mountains. Consumed by his lingering regrets over the worst mistake of his life that destroyed his teaching career, Chu Wanning is too distracted to worry about anything else but his next shift, his next paycheck.

Except that's when Mo Ran, the reason Chu Wanning lost everything, returns to Sisheng Peak.

As the heir to the casino.

White Rabbit Club by minkit

Desperate to rid himself of a few pesky things called virginity and desire, Chu Wanning waltzes into a world he knows little about and right into the embrace of a mysterious stranger who reminds him of the student he's been dreaming about all year. The lust fueled dreams his student stars in are the very reason Chu Wanning applied to the sex club in the first place, and now he's desperate to get rid of these filthy impulses once and for all.

Congratulations, Chu Wanning, on your acceptance into the White Rabbit Club. We hope you enjoy your stay.

Risk and Restraint by purloinedinpetrograd

There is nobody Mo Ran works with who does not love him. He’s worked hard to cultivate this image while he climbs the corporate ladder at Sisheng, and it’s paid off in dividends. He’s in every WeChat group. He can call in favors with any division of any department. He can make even the tightest of deadlines relax their stranglehold on his team.

That is, there is nobody except, of course, Chu Wanning.

A Lingering Sweetness by theherocomplex

Chu Wanning is now all too aware of what he looks like: a dry stick of a man, never handsome, angular and cold and pale. A drab, short-tempered creature, as appealing as a splinter in one's foot. But Mo Ran looks at him as if he will never get his fill, and part of Chu Wanning thinks, What if —?

At the end of the line by PearlAquaBlue

“So … I reckon someone thought you needed to loosen up a little bit. Now that you’re here, want to try it?”

Chu Wanning hangs up. Throws her phone on her pillow with a disgusted glare after it. Stands up and paces to the kitchen in long, angry strides. Her cheeks are burning. With trembling fingers, she grabs a glass and pours herself some water, gulping it down in one go. It doesn’t help much. She grips the kitchen counter tightly, then marches back into the bedroom to glare at the phone again. Her fingertips itch, and it’s as if some kind of magnetic force draws her closer and closer to her bed until her fingertips are but an inch away from that tempting black mirror. Before she knows it, she’s unlocked it unsteadily and pressed “repeat” on the last call.

“Welcome to Sisheng Peak – ”

“And what would that entail?” she asks, a little too breathless.

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by purloinedinpetrograd

Chu Wanning could only stare in horror as a large cloud of sickeningly yellow pollen rose from the field, blanketing the place where Mo Ran stood in a heavy fog. “Um,” he said lamely.

“Fuck,” Mo Ran cursed, and Chu Wanning didn’t even have the heart to chastise him for his coarse language, because he was too preoccupied wrestling the surge of fear at seeing his disciple disappear behind the haze of that indeterminately threatening dust.

A million terrible possibilities raced through his mind, each one more dramatic and gruesome than the last. His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to crack the bones. “Mo Ran,” he said slowly, “I think you should tell me what that does, now.”

Xue Zhengyong sends Chu Wanning and Mo Ran on a mission to find a specific ingredient for some concoction of his wife’s. Chu Wanning is torn between rejoicing at the chance to spend time alone with Mo Ran... and grieving over the very same thing.

But, well, it’s just flowers. What could go wrong, right? (Spoiler alert: it’s sex pollen.)

the day dawns in your hues by localshabba

2ha Week 2020 Day 1 prompt - Haitang

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Schoolteacher Mo Ran is having an ordinary day until he has an awkward encounter with the notoriously rigid school librarian, which leads to the start of something new.

Also features: flowers, dinosaurs and lots of tenderness and pining.

helping hands by verity

When Mo Ran was but a young, innocent, virtuous grad student—well, one of those things—she built that couch from a flatpack box with her own two hands. Over the years, the smell of polyester and cheap foam padding has given way to an equally aromatic blend of Chu Wanning's haitang blossom perfume, spilled coffee, and white lithium grease. Chu Wanning herself is always perfectly dressed without a stain in sight. Even right now, her head tucked onto one folded arm, the other loosely gripping her tablet, she looks so formal.

Mo Ran gently rests a hand on Chu Wanning's socked ankle where it peeks out of those tailored white trousers. She really should behave herself.

She really should... behave herself...

in plain sight by localshabba

Written for a prompt fill in the 2ha Kink Meme.

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"I have a surprise," Mo Ran breathed, coming to stand so close behind him that his breath landed on Chu Wanning's nape. Not touching Chu Wanning any other way, because he likes to make Chu Wanning lean back just a little bit, to seek out that contact himself.

"I think Chu-laoshi will enjoy it."

Chu Wanning is sure he agreed to the whole idea; he's just unclear on when. Things got hazy around the point when Mo Ran turned him around by the shoulders, got down on his knees and...well. Apparently he'd skipped breakfast that morning.

When he returned to his senses, his clothes were all neatly tucked into place, not a stain on them, and a charmingly pink sexual aid was nestled comfortably up his--ahem, inside him.

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casually acquainted by tagteamme

Chu Wanning knows what he is and what he isn’t. And where he lacks in pleasantries and outward appeal, he makes up for in untouchable grace and dignity.

It threatens to unravel once he meets a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.

“So quick to run away from me, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, voice gently teasing as Chu Wanning refuses to make eye contact with him. “After you came all the way from…”

He trails off, waiting for Chu Wanning to let him know, but he sees the map open on Chu Wanning’s phone and grins wider. “You want directions?”

Chu Wanning clears his throat, and shakes his head. He should say something— instead, he stays silent as he looks down at his phone and punches in the hotel name again.

Happily, his phone tells him to try again when he has signal.

The Right Hand of Light by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

Chu Wanning is asleep on the bed, clutching his hands tightly to his chest and curled in on himself. He’s still wearing the same robes he was in in the water prison. On the writing desk, a bowl of water and clean linen for bandages sit untouched, and a tub of bathwater has cooled without being used. Mo Ran sighs to himself. Wanning is truly hopeless.

He sits on the side of the bed and touches Chu Wanning’s shoulder. “Wanning,” he says. “Wanning, wake up.”

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Rare 0.5 tenderness, after the water prison.

nothing can consume you by tagteamme

Mo Ran’s violent history has never had to catch up to him.

It’s already embedded itself into him as scars on his body, as a tattoo on his forearm, as the lingering taste of blood in his sleep and finally, as the searing brand pressed against his chest before he’s thrown into the sea as punishment. He knows that this is where all his chances come to an end.

But as the deep fathom of the water swallows him up, something else saves him and pulls him to a tiny cove tucked away off the coast of an overlooked port town. When he wakes up under the care of a mythical creature wearing a familiar face, an even older and more distant past finally finds him.

#ranwan #2ha #erha #chu wanning #mo ran #2ha recs #fic recs #2ha spoilers

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mandareeboo · 3 years

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Drabble Prompt: Okay so yeah. There’s a superhero team up of at least Supergirl, Aqualad and technically Superman but he’s not really paying that much attention to Kara and Garth. But then during a calmer moment, Clark checks back on those two and sees them being sibs.

Clark didn't enjoy working with most heroes, and he especially didn't like working with Kara's friends (they always gave him these... looks. Like he was the one in the wrong when Kara was destroying buildings on live TV), but one perk was that heroes never tended to ask questions, in or out of mask. Clark can walk up to Kara and the small child that was clearly Aqualad in the fight against a giant squid half an hour earlier and not be afraid of being outed.

Kara looked up, scoffed, and halfheartedly swatted the kid's shoulder. "Garth, this is Clark. My cousin."

Clark gave the kid a smile. "Car got blown away in the fight," he lied. "Got room for one more at the bus stop?"

(Bus stops are so dang lame. He'd rather fly, honestly. But if Kara of all people was waiting for a bus, he could only assume she had hit a rough patch, and it was his duty as her little cousin to rub that in.)

Garth blinked at him. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Uh," said Clark, intelligently, feeling his well-planned soliloquy flying out the metaphorical window.

"He writes nerd stories for the nerd paper," Kara said.

"That's it!" Garth cried, snapping his fingers. "Are you here to write a story about the squid?"

Clark looked at Garth, his eyes glowing with earnest excitement, then Kara. He raised an eyebrow. Is he really this clueless? Kara raised hers back. What do you think, smart guy? He clapped him on the shoulder. “Sure am, buddy! It’s not every day Superman gets to destroy an evil space squid. It’s more like a... once a month thing.”

“He usually saves the seafood for Supergirl,” Kara said, quite pointedly.

“Oh, come now, cuz,” Clark replied, enunciating for irritation, “it’s not Superman’s fault they always seem to land in Supergirl’s part of town. She’s the one who made such a big fuss about separating Metropolis for patrols, isn’t she?”

“Maybe if Superman didn’t hog all the front lines-”

Garth grabbed her elbow and Kara stopped, but only because he was pointing. “The bus is here!”

She squinted at the large object as if it deeply offended her and tossed a disgusted look at him over her shoulder. “Either join us or don’t, Clark. I’m not covering your fare.” Garth went to pat his pockets but she stopped him, slightly shaking her head. The boy looked relieved.

Clark frowned. Something unfamiliar gurgled up inside him as he watched the blonde help Garth up the step into the bus and paid his fee for him.

It was stupid of him to feel jealous. Immature. But Kara always managed to turn him back into that snotty brat he used to be. She was the iceberg of his childhood- never changing, stuck in the age he’d last seen her in thanks to that glitch in space stasis.

But here this kid was, confidently crawling up on the seat next to Kara. Shoving his phone in her face. Showing her a video of some weird toy robots. And here Kara was- not only allowing it, but encouraging it, nodding along and bumping their shoulders together. Eventually the kid hunkered down and fell asleep, snoring into her shoulder, and Kara still showed none of her usual irritation, throwing an arm around his back.

The same way she’d treated him, back in the day.

Maybe he’d just assumed that those days on Krypton- before the resentment, and the superheroing, and the constant noise of Metropolis threatened to overwhelm Kara’s ears- had been special to both of them.

It dawned on him with the same, slow creeping sensation one got sinking into a bathtub. He leaned over Garth’s head and murmured in her ear. “Are you taking the bus for him?”

Kara rolled her eyes, then shrugged. “He’s get motion sick when we fly.”

As if this was common sense.

As if Kara had ever listened to or abided by common sense.

“Bit clingy, isn’t he?” Clark said, with some distaste.

“He’s got one of those velcro-grip control moms,” she explained. “Hanging with me is a lot less pressure.”

“Ah, yes.” Clark rubbed the back of his head, more lost than ever before. “I hear that’s a problem that the youth are facing. Moms. Being velcro.”

Kara didn’t seem too put off by his attempt at humor. “Wouldn’t know.”

“Kara-”

“Don’t give that lecture, Clark. The Danvers’ and I cohabitate just fine, but I’m not like you. The Kents made your their son before you were old enough to get a pimple.”

“Jeez, relax. I wasn’t gonna go there,” Clark said, having absolutely intending to originally go there. “It’s just... surprising. Seeing you like this again. It’s been awhile since you were so... thoughtful.”

Kara scrubbed a hand through Garth’s hair. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t hard enough to stir him, either. “Yeah, well,” she answered, staring out the window. “It’s been awhile since someone needed me, I guess.”

#Ask #Question Mandar #randox-talore #Drabble Prompts #Drabble Prompts Monday #DC Superhero Girls 2019 #Kara Danvers #Clark Kent #Garth Bernstein #Have I mentioned I just. Really love how Kara says Clark.#There is SO much snark in it #Beautiful #10/10 #Also I wanna say Garth is definitely more aware than he lets on here #Like he doesn't get that Clark = Superman #But he DID pick up on Clark defending Superman #And how much Kara was frustrated by that #And was tryna distract her from that

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mc-amps · 5 years

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The Wacky Adventures of Seven McDonald

Here it is~ My fic for @mysmehalloweenzine They’re having their leftovers sale rn, so be sure to check it out if you missed your chance to preorder. https://mysmehalloweenzine.storenvy.com/ It’s totally worth the purchase ;)

My fic was also illustrated by the amazing @nanashiart I’m seriously blessed that she agreed to collab. Her illustrations really did bring my fic to life <3

Pairing: 707xMC

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: Spoops and elixir +_+

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Seven’s heart jumped at her whisper. He talked to her on the phone many times before, and yet, without the static filtering her voice, everything was different. The CCTV’s low quality, grainy veil was lifted, and there she was: flesh, blood, and soft warmth walking beside him through the dark and decrepit hallway.

“What do you mean? It’s a haunted house! It’s made to walk in and explore.” So why was Seven’s heart beating so fast? It wasn’t the rotting wood and peeling wallpaper along with the bevy of spider webs dangling above that put him on edge. It wasn’t the dust dancing in the ghoulish glow cast from several lanterns or the gloomy symphony of cicadas and crickets seeping in through the broken windows either. Not even the way the house groaned in agony with every footstep was the culprit.

It started when he picked her up from the apartment. For obvious reasons, he had been nominated to escort the lovely party coordinator to the RFA’s night of Halloween fun and spooks. Spooks indeed. From the moment she answered the door, his stomach twisted itself in knots.

Was his brain malfunctioning?

“Or is there haunted house etiquette I’m not aware of?” He put his hands on his hips in a dramatic stance.

“Don’t you think it’s weird there was no one to let us in? You walked in on your own.” She huffed and folded her arms with a pout. The gesture was arguably unbefitting of her princess costume, yet the frilly dress and tiara was perfect for the lovable Princess of the RFA.

Seven shrugged. “Didn’t Jumin pick out this place? He probably wanted something authentic and spoopy. OooOOOOooo~” He wiggled his yellow, gloved fingers to emphasize the spoop factor.

“. . .we could’ve waited for the others.“ Her lips twitched as she muffled a chuckle.

“What?” Seven asked with a suspicious grin.

“You! I can’t take you seriously when you’re dressed like that!” She burst into a fit of giggles. “Why Ronald McDonald of all things?”

Seven guffawed. Her laughter was too contagious. “Cause I wanted to see everyone’s reaction! You think anyone’s scared of clowns? My bet is Zen~” He adjusted his curly, red wig and tugged at his bright, yellow jumpsuit.

“Zen!?” She wheezed.

“Yep. He hates cats, so why not clowns too~?” Seven bared his teeth. “Grrrr~ Fast food clown!” The white paint on his face, red lips and nose, minus the glasses made him look completely different. The RFA wouldn’t know what hit them. “Oh! Oh! Let’s hide and scare ‘em!”

“Alright. I’ll bet you five candies Zen won’t get scared.”

“Oh, you’re on!”

Holding back laughter, they decided to hide in a bedroom. A musty, revolting odor permeated the air. Dusty debris littered the floor and bed, along with fake blood spattered everywhere, most notably on the tattered curtains.

But there was something nostalgic. . .

Seven shook those thoughts away as the two huddled near a dust coated table. A picture frame sat on top of the grime. It held a photo of a woman. Her lips were curved into a coy smile and her eyes glittered. The part that stood out the most was her long, wavy hair. Oddly, she looked similar to the princess next to him.

He was about to point that out, but stopped short when he realized how close she stood, practically pressing against him. He shifted awkwardly, but then flinched and threw his arms around the princess when something slammed, causing her to shriek.

“Whoa! A-are you okay?” His face heated when he realized she clung to him for dear life.

“Was that the door?” She gasped and let go. “Do you think that’s them?”

“Maybe,” Seven whispered, reluctantly scooting back. “Let’s wait and see.”

And wait they did.

And wait.

But nothing happened. “Are they even here?” She murmured.

Seven was starting to wonder why everything was so quiet. Yoosung should have been screaming, while Jaehee would have been constantly checking on Zen.

“Do you want to text them?” He asked.

“Well, my phone’s been acting up, so I don’t know if there’s something wrong with it, and since someone forgot their hoodie.” She cutely huffed. “We can’t use his phone!”

“Hey. . .!” Seven tried to keep his voice down. “This is the first time I’ve been without my lucky hoodie in. . .in. . years!” He put a hand to his heart and let out an agonized sigh. He kept everything in those oversized pockets. “You should still try texting.”

“I guess.” She grabbed her phone, but froze at the sound of a deep groan.

“Why have you returnnnnned?” The lights waned and flickered with every rasping syllable.

The spooks were starting? Seven’s face lit up. Was there a hidden sound system projecting the voice?

A girlish yelp snapped him from his thoughts. “Did you grab me!?”

“Wha-? No!” Seven lifted his hands as proof.

“You’re kidding. . .” Her face paled. “S-something grabbed me! Ugh!” She shimmied past him and stormed out of the room. “I’m done with this stupid creepy house! I’m waiting for the others!” Her voice echoed along with her stomping footsteps.

“Wait!” Seven followed after, scrambling not to trip over his giant red shoes.

She rushed to the front door and yanked the handles, but it wouldn’t open. “I-it’s stuck!”

“Let me.” Seven tried, causing them to shake and rattle, but the door still wouldn’t budge. With a frustrated grunt, he kicked the wood, but still nothing. Chills ran down his spine. This wasn’t right at all.

“I-I’m calling Jumin.” She shakily tapped her phone, and Seven moved closer to hear. The monotone call tone accompanied by her frantic breathing made for a nauseating combination. Seven held his breath, until a click sounded.

“Yes, this is Jumin Han speaking.”

Never in his life had he been happier to hear that deep, robotic voice.

“J-Jumin!” She gasped, voice wavering. “ Where are you guys?”

“I could ask the same question. We just finished purchasing everyone’s admission.”

“What are you talking about!? There were no tickets or anything and now we’re stuck in here!” She replied almost hysterically.

There was a pause and static. “I don’t quite understand. Security would not have let you two in without tickets. You and Luciel are-?”

“Trapped in this crazy house!” Between her frantic words, a static white noise grew louder, overpowering Jumin’s voice.

“Where- ou- ry-“

“Jumin? Are you still there? Jumin!” She nearly sobbed.

The static-filled garble morphed into a cackle. “Sorry, Princess, but the RFA won’t be able to help you this time~” A new voice interrupted with a menacing snicker.

Seven snatched up the phone. “Hey! Who the heck are you, and how do you know about the RFA?”

“Turn around and maybe you’ll find out~” He said before hanging up.

Dread filled Seven as he looked back. A figure stepped out of the shadows, slender and clad in black. His bleached hair glowed in the moonlight like a halo, yet his green eyes were wide and demonic. A mask covered his nose and mouth, but the folds revealed a manic smile underneath. Perhaps the most striking part was the chainsaw he held. With a high pitched cackle, he revved it up.

“If you want all of your limbs intact, you’d both better come with me. Without fighting.”

They had to surrender. The man shut off the chainsaw, but carried it as he led them into a empty room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf on the far wall. He ordered them to sit.

“Did you like my surprise?” Edgy chainsaw man grabbed some rope. “You should have seen your faces~” He cooed, before cracking up. “It was great!” He started with the princess, tying her torso to the chair. “You probably had no idea I hacked your GPS, right?” He moved on to her hands, holding her wrists together before tying them. “I was hoping to get you alone, but no matter.” His hands moved with gentle and skillful care, but Seven hated the way they lingered on her waist and brushed against her skin. The man soon finished and his eyes narrowed into something dangerous as he approached Seven.

“I won’t let you stop me from taking her to Paradise, clown boy.”

Seven held his knuckles together as the rope tightened around him in hopes of being able to get loose later. Anything to make up for his failure in protecting the princess.

“You’re the one who talked in that spooky voice and locked the door?” She snapped, legs shaking.

“Huh?” Their edgy captor tilted his head to the side. “Spooky voice?”

“Yeah,” Seven said. “You were like ooooOOOoo. . .Why did you returnnn or something like thaaaaat. . .”

The man raised an eyebrow before scowling. “You’re both trying to distract me. I’m not stupid, so stop belittling me!” he hissed before digging in his pocket. In an instant, his anger switched to unhinged glee when he pulled out a piece of candy wrapped in black foil. “Trick or treat, Princess~” He unwrapped it, revealing dark chocolate coated with teal frosting. “Now be a good girl and say ‘ahh~’” He cooed, however his eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned closer and pinched the chocolate between his long fingers.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned her head away. The man didn’t give up and pushed the chocolate against her mouth. “Nnf!” She whimpered as her lips formed a thin line.

“Hmm…” The edgy man cocked his head. “Don’t be scared. Once you eat this, you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

Seven’s stomach churned.

“Here. We can share~” The man pulled down his mask, revealing a wide smirk. With a snicker, he popped the chocolate in his mouth, holding it between his teeth. He then set a hand on the chair’s arms and the other grabbed her face.

“Hey!” Seven’s blood boiled. “Don’t touch her!”

A muffled snicker escaped the edgy man as he dug his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The corners of his lips twitched into a victorious smirk, and his eyes shut as he leaned in, bringing the chocolate to her mouth.

Nononono! With a panicked grunt, Seven wiggled and jerked, ignoring the burn of the rough braids.

“S-seh-ehn-!” she cried as the gap between her mouth and the chocolate shrank.

Seven’s struggled more as the rope loosened. A smoke bomb could distract the man, then Seven’s knife would cut the remaining ropes. His wrist ripped free! Fueled by adrenaline, he dug into his pocket and flung out-

Candy.

Just like his phone, all of his other trinkets were in his hoodie pockets.

The colorful array of sweets bounced off man’s tattooed shoulder, causing him to pause.. His eyes widened with awe, and the teal chocolate fell from his mouth just as everything went black.

“You dare taunt me with these two mennnnn?” That same voice from before wailed as a blue fireball appeared, casting a ghostly glow.

The princess screamed when her chair tipped backwards and scraped across the floor.

“No!” Seven clawed at the remaining ropes, but to avail. He was useless.

The chair slammed backwards into the bookcase and her legs flailed upwards. “H-h-help mee-ee-eee!” Her shriek came out bumpy as the bookshelf spun, pushing her to the other side with a loud slam.

“Give her back! ” Edgy chainsaw man chased after her, but crashed into the bookcase. “She’s mine!” He pounded and kicked at the wood, causing several books to fall.

The fireball vanished, leaving them shrouded in inky darkness. Seven squinted as his eyes adjusted to the blackness. The edgy man fell to his knees, fingers gripping his hair. Shallow, frantic breaths filled the air.

“Are you. . .afraid of the dark?” Seven whispered.

“No!” The man snapped. Stray strands of moonlight illuminated his pale face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. . .Sav. . .ior. . .” He babbled to himself.

“H-hey.” Seven cleared his throat. “Uh. If you untie me, then we can save her together.”

The man pulled his mask back on before narrowing his eyes. “And why shouldn’t I kill you, clown boy?”

“B-because,” Seven blurted the first thing that came to mind. “You can have all my candy. They’re all limited edition and rare. Don’t ask where I got them!” He was rambling, but needed to survive. For her sake.

The man eyed the candies on the floor. “. . .Fine.”

Chainsaw man cut Seven’s ropes and the two inspected the bookshelf. It was clearly a trapdoor they couldn’t activate. Did it only work with ghosts? “What about your chainsaw?” Seven asked.

“Good thinking, clown boy!” The man’s eyes glowed with violent glee, and with a cheerful snicker, he grabbed his chainsaw and shoved Seven out of the way before revving it. His laughter erupted into manic cackles as he cut into the wood. A cloud of sawdust filled the air while a hole formed and grew. “You messed with the wrong people, ghost!” He kicked down the rest of the wood, revealing a large room with a fireplace. There the captured princess sat, still tied to the chair, but safe.

A frustrated growl came from a willowy shadow bathed in a blue glow. The ghost. “It wasn’t enough for you to leave me for dead, but now you taunt me with these mennn?” He pointed a bony finger at Seven and the chainsaw man. “Perhaps once you suffer and die like I did, I’ll able to move on to the after lifffffe.” A humorless chuckled rumbled as he snapped his fingers. The fireplace erupted to life with an inferno of blue fire.

She gasped and flailed against the ropes when her chair scooted backwards. “No! Please!” Her scream was almost as high pitched as the scape of the chair against the wood.

“No!” Seven barreled past chainsaw man and tackled the chair away from the blazing fires. Pain shot up his knee upon landing, but he didn’t care. “Are you okay!?”

Her chest heaved and her face glistened with sweat, but she smiled and nodded.

Seven’s insides tingled with a fuzzy warmth. “It’s okay now,” he whispered. “You’re safe.” He brushed away a strand of hair from her face, but the buzz of the chainsaw interrupted him. With a wild cackle, chainsaw man swung at the ghost, but stumbled and cursed when the weapon went through the ethereal being.

“I’ve had enough of thisss!” Smoke oozed from the ghost. “If these men will interfere, then so be it!” Several floating fireballs appeared throughout the room, causing the temperature to spike and the air to distort with heat. “I’ll burn down this entire place, taking all of you with me!”

“Please don’t!” Her eyes filled with tears. “This isn’t the answer! But. . . if you want, hurt me instead, not Seven and this other guy. They did nothing wrong!”

Seven’s lungs constricted. Why was she sacrificing herself? She was so kind hearted. Not someone who would abandon anyone.

Not someone like him.

“You’ve got the wrong person!” He shouted. “Your lover left you? That wasn’t her. She’d never do that! From the moment I first met her, she’s been nothing but sweet and caring. She listens to our problems and puts up with a lot of crap like chatrooms at three in the morning! I know without a doubt she’d never abandon or betray anyone!”

Her eyes grew watery as her expression softened. “Please believe me, I’m not who you think I am, but. . .I’m so sorry that happened. No one deserves to go through the pain you did. I-I wish I could help you. . .!” Her voice cracked and her lips quivered.

There was a pause and Seven was sure they were all going to die, but then the flames dwindled one by one. “I see,” the ghost’s voice softened. “Revenge may not be the answer. It’s strange.” He lifted a hand to his chest. “I feel. . .warm? Is this what moving on feels like? I wish I had met someone like you instead of that woman. Perhaps my life would have been much longer and happier.”

Seven’s heart flip flopped.

“Thank. . .you. . .” The ghost faded, leaving the three of them in the dark silence

Not wasting another moment, Seven untied her, before helping her stand. His cheeks burst into flame when she hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

Seven returned the embrace. Why was it so hot in here? Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and he squeezed her tighter. “I-I don’t know what I would have done if something happened.”

“Seven,” she whispered as she pulled back.

He got lost in her eyes as their magnetic force tugged him closer. What was this feeling? Was this…? His lips parted and he closed his eyes.

Wailing sirens broke the spell.

Edgy chainsaw man cursed under his breath and shoved his hands into his candy filled pockets. “This is my cue to leave,” he stomped towards the nearest window. However, before he climbed out, he turned and burst into hysterical laughter. “I’ll come back and visit you soon, Princess~”

Seven joined in on the laughter. This edgy dude had a hilarious laugh. “Hey! I hope you visit me too! I’ll have more candy for you- Oh! And Honey Buddha Chips. You’ve gotta try those!”

The man jolted, then shrugged. “I guess you’d make a good Believer too, Clown Boy.” With that, he jumped out of the window as blue and red flashing lights filled the dark room.

“Guess, the cavalry came,” Seven chuckled.

She grinned and nodded. “The real question is if Jumin was the one who sent them. Wanna change our bet to that?”

“No way! I still wanna scare Zen-gwuh!” Seven sputtered in shock when she took his hand and tugged him towards the door with a sweet giggle. His pulse pounded in his ears louder than the sirens and for a split second, he thought he might faint.

“Happy Halloween, Seven~”

A/N: This was really fun to write. Honestly, it had been a lot longer, but I had to cut out several thousand words in order to fit the zine's wordcount;;; Still, I think tightening it was for the better. I also couldn't resist adding Unknown. From the moment I applied to the zine, i knew I wanted to write something with Unknown and a haunted house +_+ The elixir chocolate scene was sjfkdsjfkdsfj yum +_+

Anyways, am I the only one that remembers those old Ronald McDonald cartoons? The 90's ones? That's where I got the title from. Does anyone remember the haunted house episode? Good times lol (Seriously. Let me know if you remember it, because nobody in the zine server did sjflksfjdsjfds)

#halloween zine #halloween #spoopy #seven x mc #707 x mc #707 mysme #unknown x mc #unknown mysme #jumin han #rfa #ronald mcdonald

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i got an idea: CU/NGE au. erica in shinji's spot, george as asuka, and harold as rei. oh and crackers is Pen Pen

Oh boy. Well I do think the idea is certainly interesting and I already have a few choices for the main cast. Although I need to take alot of artistic liberties regarding the tone since this series is DARK. Also, with all due respect, I’m gonna have to switch out the character roles you picked out for other ones if that’s cool.

With that I present Captain Underpants and the Nightmarishly Gregarious Escapades of Neon Genesis Evangelion

So to start, I actually want George and Harold to share the role of Shinji. Just like the start of the series, both of them lost their parents due to a horrific accident that occurred at NERV headquarters and how they were left at a boarding school by the director of NERV who could care less about them. The impact of their parental loss along with being abandoned was hard on the boys, but they always had each other for emotional support as they grew up. Together, they both pilot Unit CPN-UNDRPN5. The director of NERV wanted the mecha to look just like him but after the boys pilot the suit for the first time, they give him a dramatic makeover by giving him a cape and underwear. After their first successful takedown of Malakai the Turbo Toilet, the staff at NERV decide to roll with their Unit’s ridiculous appearance much to the director’s frustration. Despite their own issues with their abandonment, they decide to make the most of their situation in order to save the world. Plus all these battles against cartoony alien monsters gives them more inspiration when making comic books.

Next up, I actually envisioned Erica as Rei. Both of them are stoic, serious minded girls who prefer to keep their distance. While she may be friendly with the boys during leisurely hours, she has a hard time accepting them as friends. Mainly because she doesn’t see much value in making friends during the end of times. Before and even after the boys arrived, Erica is considered one of the top pilots as she has an incredible track record of defeating multiple angels on her own. Even after she sustains multiple injuries from fights that are considered too dangerous, she always turns out great the next day. She pilots Unit PLNGR-1NA which comes equipped with two giant plungers.

And the third/fourth member of the pilots is Melvin as Asuka. Both of them are hot-headed red heads who do not get along well with the main protagonists because of their contrasting ideals. He’s also an accomplished pilot who has used his technological skills to improve the fighting capabilities of his Unit MLVN-B0RG to endure much longer than the standard Unit. Despite his achievements, he’s still brushed off as a kid in the world of adults. What’s worse is that the adults tend to use his ideas and only give him an ounce of praise to pacify him and send him on his way. He feels frustration over how he rarely gets the praise and appreciation he deserves, especially for all he does for the organization.

Now for the adults.

As you can guess, Krupp would be the Gendo Ikari of this AU. They’re both horrible, selfish, arrogant leader figures who are all too willing to exploit children for their own nefarious purposes. Krupp was initially asked to care for George and Harold after their parents’ death which he was indirectly responsible for, but he didn’t want to be bothered by them so he had them sent to a boarding school. This has resulted in the boys developing a secret hatred for him. And while it would be too easy to make him into a complete monster just like Gendo, I would like to include some redeeming qualities. Like for instance, as the battles against the angels become more dangerous and mentally scarring, Krupp begins to second guess as to whether it’s a good idea to actually send kids to do the dirty work. At first he didn’t mind so much since to him a kid battling a giant monster in a robot suit is every child’s fantasy. But it becomes impossibly concerning when the kid ends up having a mental breakdown and all the adults stop to question whether any of this is a good idea. The Hedgehog’s Dilemma would also be explored here as Krupp starts to feel guilty over how the boys are getting emotionally distressed with each Angel battle and over what he did in the past.

For the role of caregiver and senior officer, I chose Edith as Misato. Both of them are friendly, cheerful and slightly awkward young women who are assigned to watch after the boys. She makes alot of effort into helping the boys with their issues and providing emotional support during their times of stress. During work, she proves to be very competent as she organizes the main operations behind the NERV defenses as well as maintaining relationships with her organization and the outside world. And just like Misato, Edith was one of the few survivors of the Second Impact which left alot of psychological trauma after she was found. There were also alot of rumors that painted her as an alien in disguise as there’s no way any normal human would have survived the Impact. Also, she has a closer relationship with Krupp then Misato did with Gendo. He still cares about her and treats her with more compassion and gentleness compared to his coworkers. It’s also thanks to her influence that Krupp starts to take notice of the pilots who are making him successful to begin with.

For Ritsuko’s role, I wanted place Ms. Anthrope as the chief scientist of NERV. She works closely alongside Krupp and Melvin regarding the technological systems that maintain the Units. She’s also a close friend of Edith and is the only one who is able to understand her trauma after the Impact as well as the pressures she feels as a senior officer. She’s also aware of her growing relationship with Krupp and she feels a bit of jealousy; Anthrope has been working alongside Krupp since Day 1 and knows all about his issues and the dark secrets behind NERV. She can’t help but feel that she deserves to be recognized more for what she does behind the scenes.

Then there’s Mr. Ree as Kaji, an old acquaintance of Edith who is also a double agent working both for NERV and the government in order to keep track of NERV’s dubious schemes. Much to Krupp’s relief, Ree isn’t interested in Edith romantically but he does care about her as a friend and pushes her to question whether her organization is as righteous as it makes itself out to be. He also serves as Melvin’s primary caregiver after his parents ‘went away’ on business.

Other minor characters include….

Professor Poopypants as Kozo Fuyutsuki. Krupp’s right hand man who helped organize NERV and helped create the Units aswell as study the nature of the Angels.

Ribble, Meaner and Fyde as the trio of First Lieutenants who often oversee the Unit vs Angel battles alongside Edith as they keep track of the Units when they obtain damage.

Bo, Gooch and Dressy as Toji, Kensuke and Hikari respectively. Ordinary classmates of the boys who often stay on the sidelines and cheer for them.

Crackers as Pen Pen: The adorable bird like mascot.

And below the line will include spoilers for this AU as well as the one will be casted as Kaworu Nagisa.

So for starters, Poopypants will turn out to be a “twist villain” in the endgame. His motivations of using the EVA Units and having the children fight with them was a way to experiment them in order to create perfect Units. He’s also been capturing and hording the remains of the Angels that were defeated in order to study their alien biology and unlock their powers in the hopes of using their power to improve his technology. He reveals this secret to Krupp and Anthrope knowing that neither of them will tell since they too are also involved NERV’s seedy actions so they’ll also be imprisoned for their crimes.

Next up, Erica comes from a series of clones. Having found the perfect human who’s body reacts perfectly to the Angel DNA, Poopypants decided to create an army of expendable clones to continue the Unit vs Angel battles regardless of the damage it was doing to the Erica pilots. Only Anthrope has been charged as the main supervisor for this side project but after seeing the recent Erica clone making meaningful bonds with the boys and growing as a person, she decides to pull the plug on the project to keep Erica safe.

And finally, for the role of Kaworu Nagisa, I actually envision none other than Dav Pilkey for the role. As the mastermind behind the Angel attacks, Dav initially wanted to reconnect with Earth as for too long they’ve become disconnected and have subjected their world as being serious, oppressive, cruel and self-serving. The Angels, which all consist of wacky monsters of the weeks from the books and cartoon, were created to destroy the symbols of that corruption as well as connect with the children pilots in the hopes of reaching out to them. And it isn’t until he makes his presence known to George and Harold do they really understand what he was trying to do all along.

And that’s all I have so far for this AU. Thank you to those who actually read this whole thing. And if you have any comments or ideas for this AU, you’re more than welcome to share them by reblogging this post and adding your comments.

#captain underpants #neon genesis evangelion #evangelion au #george beard #harold hutchins #erica wang #melvin sneedly #mr. krupp #edith #ms. anthrope #mr. rhee #professor poopypants #anon

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Quill’s Swill - The Worst Of 2018

Congratulations dear reader. You survived 2018. And you know what that means. It’s time for another best of/worst of list. Welcome to Quill’s Swill 2018. A giant septic tank for the various shit the entertainment industry produced over the course of the year. The films, games, TV shows and various other media that got on my bad side. As always please bear in mind that this is only my subjective opinion (if you happen to like any of the things on this list, good for you. I’m glad someone did) and that obviously I haven’t seen everything 2018 has to offer for one reason or another. In other words, sorry that Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes Of Grindelwald isn’t on here. I’m sure it is as terrible as some have been suggesting. I just never got around to watching it.

Okay everyone. Grab your breathing masks and put on your rubber gloves. Let’s dive into this shit pile.

Hold The Sunset

The news that John Cleese would be returning to the world of BBC sitcoms was incredibly exciting, being a massive Fawlty Towers fan and all. Unfortunately Hold The Sunset was not quite what I had in mind. It’s one of those rare breed of situation comedies that chooses to offer no actual comedy. It’s not a sitcom. It’s a sit. Like Scrubs or The Big Bang Theory.

An elderly couple plan to elope abroad only for Alison Steadman’s son to barge in, having left his wife, and forcing them to put their plans on hold. Hence the title ‘Hold The Sunset.’ It’s like a cross between As Time Goes By and Sorry, but if all the humour and relatability were surgically removed by a deadpan mortician. The characters are weak, the plots are thin on the ground and the humour (hat little of it there is) feel incredibly dated. The middle aged mummy’s boy is something that hasn’t been funny since the 90s. It’s an utter waste of great talent and what hurts even more is that this tripe is actually getting a second series. I can only assume the people watching this are comatose. Either that or there’s an epidemic of people in Britain who have lost the remote.

Avengers: Infinity War

Yes this is one of the worst movies of 2018 and no I don’t regret saying that one little bit. Avengers: Infinity War was fucking terrible. Period. There were too many plots and characters going on, which made the film hard to follow (and what staggers me is that the so called ‘professional’ critics have condemned movies for having too many characters and plots before. Spider-Man 3, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, Batman vs Superman: Dawn Of Justice and even Deadpool 2. But because this is an MCU movie, it gets a free pass. Fuck off). The characterisation was weak due to sheer number of characters they try to juggle, resulting in characters coming off as one dimensional caricatures of themselves and scenes where characters such as Iron Man, Doctor Strange and Star-Lord sound completely interchangeable. The villain, Thanos, is a stupidly and poorly written villain, but that’s hardly surprising considering what a shit job Marvel have done building him up over the course of these 20+ movies. And let’s not forget that pisstake ending. A bunch of prominent Marvel characters die and it’s all very, very sad... except all these characters just so happen to have sequels planned, which makes this ending fucking pointless and have less impact than a feather on a bouncy castle.

I don’t know which is more shocking. That Marvel and Disney think their audience are that stupid and gullible, or that their audience are actually validating their view. Fuck you Disney.

Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

I’ve always wanted a Harry Potter RPG, where you could customise your character, choose your house and actually live a full school life at Hogwarts. This year, Warner Bros and Jam City gave us just that.

That was a mistake.

Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery is the epitome of everything that’s wrong with the mobile gaming market right now. The gameplay is boring and involving where you just tap images on a screen until a progress bar fills up. Wizard duels are little more than rock-paper-scissors challenges that require no kind of skill. Bonding with friends and caring for magical creatures just consist of pathetically simple pop quizzes and yet more boring tapping. Oh and of course you only get a certain amount of energy to complete these tedious tasks. If you run out of energy, you wait for it to fill up... or pay up for the privilege. So determined are they to extract your hard earned cash from your wallet, there’s actually a bit where Devil’s Snare strangles your eleven year old avatar and the game effectively tries to guilt trip you into paying micro-transactions to save them. It’s sleazy, gross and manipulative. Honestly, you’re better off just playing Candy Crush.

Agony

When the developers of this game said they wanted to give the player a trip through Hell, they had no idea how true that statement really was. Agony is dreadful on a number of levels. The design for Hell itself, while visually interesting at times, is often not very practical and gets quite dull and repetitive after a while. The stealth mechanics are a joke and the AI of your demonic enemies are pitiful. All of this alone would have been enough to put this game on the list, but then we also have the casual misogyny. Agony is a gorefest trying desperately to shock the player. We see men and woman get tortured, but it’s the women that often get the extreme end. The violence inflicted on them is often sexual in nature and the game seems to go out of its way to degrade and dehumanise women at every turn. The orgasmic cries of ‘pull it out’ quickly become a staple of the game’s experience as we see naked women raped, tortured and murdered, all for the purposes of ‘entertainment.’

I would call Agony sexist, but honestly that would be giving it too much credit. Agony is like a little child trying desperately to be all dark and edgy in a pathetic attempt to impress everyone around him, and we should treat it as such. Go to your room Agony. No ice cream for you.

Peter Rabbit

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of Beatrix Potter rotating in her grave.

Yes we have yet another live action/CGI hybrid, but instead of something innocuous like the Smurfs or Alvin and the Chipmunks, Sony instead decides to adapt Peter Rabbit, with James Corden in the title role.

It’s about as bad as you’d expect.

Their attempts to modernise the story are painful to say the least with pop culture references, inappropriate adult humour and twerking rabbits. Plus rather than the gentle, but slightly mischievous character we got in the source material, here Peter is a sociopathic delinquent who seems to revel in making the farmer’s life a living hell. He’s unlikable and unwatchable as far as I’m concerned and the film doesn’t in anyway earn the emotional moments it tries so desperately to sell to the audience. And the worst part is it’s getting a sequel.

Wait. Do you hear that sound? That’s the sound of Beatrix Potter tearing out of the ground, ready to kill whatever idiot came up with this shit.

Fallout 76

I was excited for Fallout 76. A MMORPG where players band together to rebuild society after a nuclear apocalypse. Could have been great. Pity it wasn’t.

Fallout 76 is a dreadful game. Not only is it a buggy, glitchy mess that requires a constant online connection to play, which could result in you losing hours of progress if your WiFi went down, it’s also unbelievably tedious, and that’s because there’s nothing to do in the game. There’s no other characters to interact with, the various robots and computers you come across are really little more than quest givers, there’s no actual plot so to speak, and because of the sheer size of the world and the number of players allowed on a server, the chances of you actually meeting any actual players is remote. And let’s not forget all the behind the scenes drama. Bethesda falsely advertising Fallout themed canvas bags and players getting shitty nylon ones. Bethesda accidentally releasing the account information of various players trying to get a refund for said bag. Bethesda failing to program the year 2019 into the game code, meaning that the game’s nukes don’t work.

Maybe there’s a chance that Bethesda could pull a No Man’s Sky and fix everything over the coming years with various patches and DLCs, but the damage has already been done. It’s incredibly disappointing. The Elder Scrolls 6 is going to have be fucking incredible to win everyone back.

Mama Mia!: Here We Go Again

I can’t stand jukebox musicals anyway, but Mamma Mia was always one of the worst. Its boring, meandering story with its one note, obnoxious cast of characters screeching out ABBA songs like they’re at some drunken karaoke session at some poor sod’s hen party has always grated on my nerves. So imagine my delight when they announced we were getting a sequel. Ever wondered how Meryl Streep met her three lovers and founded her hotel? No? Well tough shit, we’re going to tell you anyway.

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again is basically just Mamma Mia again. The actors still can’t sing, the characters are still annoying and story is still boring and meandering, completely at the mercy of the chosen songs rather than the filmmakers using the songs to compliment the story (you know? Like proper musicals do?).

How can I resist you? Very easily as it turns out. Gimme, gimme, gimme a fucking gun so I can end my misery.

The Cloverfield Paradox

A lot of people were unhappy about the direction Cloverfield was going. They wanted a continuation of the found footage, kaiju movie from 2008, not an anthology series. I was personally all in favour. Partially because I thought the first Cloverfield was a tad overrated, but mostly because I thought it would be a great opportunity for more experimental film projects and could be a great launchpad for new writers and filmmakers. 10 Cloverfield Lane was a great start. Then The Cloverfield Paradox happened.

The Cloverfield Paradox is basically JJ Abrams trying to have his cake and eat it too. Maintaining the anthology format whilst connecting everything together in a ‘shared universe’ (yes, yet another shared universe). The result was a cliched, poorly edited and idiotic mess of a film that actually took away from the previous two films rather than added to them. Everyone hated it and, as a result, 2018′s Overlord, which was totes going to be part of the Cloververse, was made its own standalone film and Abrams double pinky promised to make a true sequel to the original Cloverfield. A complete and total disaster. No wonder it was a straight-to-Netflix film.

The Handmaid’s Tale - Season 2

This is probably going to be the most controversial entry on the list, but please hear me out because I’m not the only one who has a problem with this season.

I was reluctant to watch The Handmaid’s Tale simply because of how gruesome the original book was, but I forced myself to watch the first season and I thought it was pretty good. It remained faithful to the source material for the most part and included some nice additions that helped to expand the story and mythos. If it was just a one off mini-series, everything would have been fine. But then they made the same mistake as The Man In The High Castle and Under The Dome did where they commissioned another season and attempted to tell a story that goes beyond the book.

There’s a reason why the original story ended where it did. The Handmaid’s Tale isn’t meant to be an empowering story about women sticking it to the patriarchy. It’s a cautionary tale about how fragile our civil rights truly are and how easily they can be taken away from us. It’s designed to shock, not to satisfy. So seeing a handmaid blow herself up in a suicide bombing feels very incongruous and just a little bit silly. It would be like doing a TV adaptation of George Orwell’s 1984 where the first season followed the source material and then the second season turned Winston Smith into this heroic freedom fighter trying to overthrow Big Brother. It would represent a fundamental misunderstanding of what the book was about in the first place.

And then of course there’s the increased level of violence in Season 2, which many have complained about. In Season 1 and the original source material, the violence was justified. In Season 2, the motivation behind the violence has gone from ‘how can we effectively demonstrate how easily a fascist patriarchy can happen in the West?’ to ‘what brutal act can we inflict upon Ofglen to shock the audience this week?’ It’s purely for shock and nothing more. And with the showrunner (who I feel I should mention is a man) announcing that he has planned ten seasons of this, it seems that The Handmaid’s Tale is going to go even further with this depravity until it effectively becomes the equivalent of a Saw film.

The Handmaid’s Tale exists as a way of shining light on and critiquing misogyny in its most extreme form. Season 2 however demonstrates that there is a serious risk of it becoming the very thing it’s criticising in the first place.

The Predator

I love the Predator franchise, but The Predator is the worst.

People thought that this would be good because director Shane Black had actually starred in the first Predator movie back in 1987. Instead we got this bloated, confusing, obnoxious and insulting mess of a film that seems to go out of its way to ruin everything that makes Predator so good. There’s no tension. No suspense. No intrigue. Just a bunch of gore, explosions and shitty one liners from annoying and lifeless characters. They essentially took this big alien game hunter from outer space and turned him into a generic monster from a bad summer blockbuster. It no longer hunts for sport. It wants to take over the world and splice our DNA with theirs. But don’t worry, a rogue Predator doesn’t want to kill humans (even though he himself kills a bunch of humans), so he gives us a Predator Iron Man suit to set up a sequel that will probably never happen because this movie was a box office bomb and it fucking SUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKEEEEEDDDD!!!

This film also has a very nasty streak towards those with disabilities. There’s a lot of jokes at the expense of a character with Tourette’s and it has an extremely ignorant and patronising view of autism, portraying the main character’s kid as being a super genius who can decipher the Predator language and even going so far as to say that he represents ‘the next stage of human evolution.’ Presumably the Predators want social communication difficulties because apparently it helps them hunt somehow.

What with Disney acquiring 20th Century Fox, the future of both the Alien and Predator franchises were very much in question. This film needed to be a success in order to make a case for Disney to keep making more of them. It wasn’t. Congratulations Shane Black. You might have just killed off this franchise for good. Thanks arsehole! :D

So those were my least favourite stories from 2018. Join me on Wednesday where we shall discuss something more positive. Yes, it’s awards season. Who shall win the coveted Quill Seal Of Approval? Watch this space...

Or don’t. It’s up to you. I don’t want to force you or anything. It’s a free country.

#quill's swill #quill's swill 2018 #worst of the year #review #opinion

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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in no particular order, a list of some of my main OCs; some are SFW in nature, others are more appropriate to this blogs themes but i’d kinda like to use the less kink-focused one for funsies here.

under read more because it gets fairly long. I’m putting this here for some inspiration on potential asks or suggestions, and to get you all familiar with some of my lesser used OCs or ones I have not discussed on this blog yet.

Jord Ymirdottir: Frost giantess space pirate. Her true size is several miles high, but in the mortal plane she is about 16 feet or so; she’s larger if it suits the needs of the scenario. A big, buff and super thicc MILF type, with edges of ‘muscle BBW’ from time to time. Originally was a cruel femdom villain, but she mellowed out into a more gentle girl bully who is too harmless to be any real threat. Gentle and sweet to her friends, more moral than she thinks. Big into collecting harems of cute boys! Blue-skinned, white hair (partially dyed magenta) usually done up in pig tails with a shaved section down the middle.

Toast: small, dog-sized robot resembling a cartoony theropod dinosaur, moving about on all fours, with one arm a huge bulky fire elemental core (think hellboy’s Right Hand of Doom). Cheerful, optimistic, and obnoxious as hell, and absolutely hating humans; he exists as a kind of retribution to people being cruel, indifferent or callous to robots, treating them as slaves and things, and his goal in life is to murder-splode them all.

Whether he actively wants to kill all humans or just the ones that annoy him changes depending on my mood, but he can instantly go from friendly to ‘burn your family alive and make you watch’ over the smallest slight towards robots. He even takes his name from a common slur towards robots, and toasts humans: burning them alive and to ash. Has fire-based powers based on how much he hates something.

Mama Defleini: magenta-themed kraken mom originally created as a Splatoon OC. Extremely tall, unbelievably stacked, with dark brown skin and large magenta tentacles. She is very sweet to everyone around her, with a strong ‘protect the small’ mentality. She is distanced from the Octoling/Inkling conflict, and has hints that she is something far older than either. Technically she can transform into a Pacific Giant Octopus, but it is a massive kaiju of a beast, and she is effectively a kraken out of Norwegian mythology.

Kareem: A young fire giant femboy who wandered out of his home realms some time ago and came into Jord’s employ, and now happily serves as her favorite boytoy and sidekick. Thicc, wide hips, and chubby, with flamey skin and fire hair. Gentle-hearted, mild mannered and very meek, he is nonetheless a fire giant, if small for his people. Very passive, but is a magical powerhouse!

Hivluk Tellos: A jadeblood fantroll with a talent for impossible machinery and mad science gadgets, to the point that the obsessive need to fix people can overwhelm him. After a long life of girls constantly trying to gobble him up, he is terrified of girls but is easily drawn to them nonetheless. He is a troll vampire, but has no predatory instinct, meekly feeding from and obeying anyone who will permit him, rendering him helpless to their will. Small, curvy, and super femboy-tier.

Sekhma Dionsi: A boisterous purpleblood fantroll who has a hard rocking and hard drinking and sexing life style; in her day job, she uses her potent chucklevoodoos to ease people through their mental difficulties. She is a follower of the Signless, and was present during his time, and has come to suffer extreme guilt complex over the sins of all highbloods. Massive even for a troll, she is a gigantic and very gentle dommy MILF that has taken a soft spot towards Hivluk and informally taken him in as a lover and protectorate. Really, really thicc, with a hint of buff. Squared off horns. Short-cut hair on one side, and the other is cornrows.

Pavumi Ekidna: A mysterious fuchsia fantroll who may be the oldest troll alive... if she is a troll at all. Masquerading as a violetblood, she is strongly hinted to be some emanation of an Elder Thing in physical form, often manifesting multiple eyes, mouths in the wrong place, or other disturbing features. She is kind and sweet, and rather obsessed with creating monsters and setting them loose. Extremely curvy, super stacked, and taller than Sekhma. Huge, wild hair.

Elumai Dionsi: Descendant of Sekhma, and possibly the one who introduced her to Hivluk. A gentle and softspoken purpleblood raised outside of Alternia, she has a gothic heroine vibe, fond of books, ancient lore, and strange mysteries. Every bit as motherly, domineering and thicc as her ancestor, she is older than Hivluk and also involved with him romantically. Likes to wear corsets hugging her super buxom body, flowing dresses, and her long hair covers her entire face but for her plump, massive lips.

Khalie Ekidna: Descendant of Pavumi. Not much is established about her, but she’s a lot more fierce and fight-y than her ancestor, and more interested in protecting the small by punching the hell out of anyone bad. Grumpy, tactiturn, but genuinely sweet if you can dare approach her.

Host: A collective consciousness of curvy fembots with a distinct interest in studying alien life wherever she finds it and protecting it. Sworn to never take a life, she still grapples with a very black and white view on morality and finds the gray hard to cope with. Loves all beings, in a sexual way, inquisitive as she is. Her interaction platforms are invariably extremely big, incredibly thicc, and made of squishy metal.

Brainlord: Originally an OC for an Oddworld crossover story arc, she can be repurposed to be a member of an unspecified eusocial race of alien insectoids. She is a broodmother, with a massive abdomen and constantly gestating new generations on the spot. She is incredibly intelligent, being mostly cybernetic, and is a futurist, always thinking ahead. Brainlord hopes for the best and tries to be inclusive, but she’s not terribly experienced. Some of her aspects include: broodmother, perpetual hyper pregnancy, hyper-sized multiboob, and cybernetics.

Gritzgrotz: Originally a Warhammer 40k ork OC, reimagined as a hunky, buff and incredibly handsome orc suitable for most settings. over seven feet tall, built like a buff truck and extremely handsome, he’s a gregarious and helpful guy, if not terribly bright. He prefers to take all his thinking from leaders and warbosses, and left to his own devices, is basiaclly the biggest and friendliest jock you ever met.

Jammy Bits: another repuposed ork OC and reimagined as an orc girl, she’s incredibly lucky, in the sense that she has been blown to hell and still lives. Most of her is cybernetic, and a lot of her impressively huge curves may actually be artificial in nature. Relentlessly optimistic and rather oblivious, she is just full of infectious cheer and perpetual happiness.

Odina: A shortstacked woman that eats magic and converts it into hip/butt size, and is a real powerhouse against magic users. This should make her unstoppable, but she has little interest in adventure, preferring to slack off or pursue her hobbies. Strange twists of fate constantly get her involved in adventure, and she complains incessantly. Algonquinian, dark-skinn, hair dyed red and a tendency for punk clothing.

Edhitha: an asari brusier mutated into a being of living star matter, with pitch-black skin roiling with solar fire. Extremely busty, her boob size matches her extreme ego and lust for battle, and she happily goes from one job to the next, whether mercenary or bounty hunter, seeking out challenges and adventure with little moral compass, but an unshakable sense of professionalism. She takes a boxer’s attitude towards a sporting fight and applies it to life-and-death stakes.

Chopstop: Another repurposed ork OC, she’s a massive and entirely robotic orc more than ten feet tall, engineered to be a walking tank and brush walls aside, armed to the teeth with way too many guns. She may not be an ork at all, but a shortstacked goblin with extreme curves; she might actually have trouble being mobile because of her size. She’s a competent doctor for all species, but is a little too eager to shove robot-bits in. “Ya’ll like these zappy bits! They’s FUN!”

#/#//#///#////#/////#queued #my OCs #too many to list #i'll eventually get around to doing proper character write ups for them #but for now this should be a basic way to get you familiar #i have more OCs than this but this was getting long enough as is

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 years

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Could I have headcanon of the liason of the Lost Light who had adopted a dog, who had a terrible past and the bots sees how the dog goes from being terrified of them, jumping at the slightest of sound to a very happy dog, who friendly greets everyone they sees and loves to play with everyone? (I love your writing! Hope you will inspired to keep on writing for a long time)

Rodimus fucking adopts the dog with you. This dog is his baby now and he won’t let anyone harm it in any way. He can be a little to forward sometimes and you will have to tell him to calm down so the dog can get used to him first. When he sees how the dog starts to heal Rodimus almost cries. That’s right baby, you can do it. He loves it with all his spark and is so happy that it learned how to trust and live again.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus is skeptical at first. Will this dog keep you from doing your job? Will it cause trouble for the rest of the crew? Despite this he quickly warms up to the dog and he even uses his irreducible form to appear smaller and less threatening in front of it. He can’t help but smile when the dog finally trusts him and runs up to him, wagging its tail. You did a good job liaison, thank you for proving him wrong.

Megatron tries to avoid the dog at first since he doesn’t have any interest in it. But he ends up getting drawn to the dog. Both of them are broken and in need of help. Perhaps… perhaps they can find it together? He ends up loving the dog, even if he doesn’t say it, and it fills him with hope when he sees it improving and slowly healing. He and the dog ends up bonding and it fills him with joy everytime he hears it barking in excitement.

Drift supports the dog with all his spark and makes it his mission to help you with its healing. He’s oh so gentle and patient with the dog and lets it take as much time as it needs to. Every breakthrough, no matter how small, is met with positivity and excitement. He also kinda spoils the dog and won’t stop giving it treats for every single thing it does. Drift, stop, you’re going to make it overweight.

Swerve loves the dog and while his over-enthusiasm scares it away at first he learns how to control himself and make the dog feel safe with him. It can sense he means well and it decides to trust him. And oh boy, Swerve turns into such a dog mom. He’s got a thousand pictures of the dog and treats it like his baby. When he sees it wag its tail and get all excited he can’t help but shed a tear. They grow up so fast.

Ten and the dog immediately bonds. No one knows how or why but for some reason the dog trusts ten with all its heart and Ten just adores it right back. He’s super careful with it and carries it around in his servos with the same gentleness as if it were made out of glass. Gets super happy when the dog starts trusting people more and makes it a ton of toys to play with. This doggo is now his best friend.

Skids turns into a dog expert in one second. He’s never even seen a dog before yet he acts like Cesar Millan. And of course the dog loves him, even if it is kinda shy. He knows exactly what to do to make it feel at ease and how to encourage it. Seeing it heal and become a happy and secure dog again makes Skids feel accomplished and is filled with a strange sense of peace. He’s so happy he could help it.

Riptide keeps accidentally scaring the dog until someone tells him he needs to be super careful with it and all of a sudden he treats it as if it’s a ticking time bomb. At least now he doesn’t scare the dog. Likes playing with it and loves it when it gets more and more friendly and open. It makes him really happy to see. He makes a tiny harness with a shark fin on it and makes the dog wear it. Calls it “Riptide Jr.”.

Rung may not have met a dog before but he’s used to calming people down and practically radiate safety and comfort so it’s only a matter of time before the dog falls in love with him. The dog is never afraid with him and Rung does his best so that it will feel the same way with the rest of the crew. Once the dog opens up he is so happy and proud. Sometimes the dog helps as a therapy animal during sessions with his patients.

Whirl turns, surprising everyone, into a real mama bear. Anyone mess with this dog and he gonna shoot them, no questions asked. Carries the dog around on and sometimes in his cockpit and stores a bunch of dog treats in there. Probably gets the dog a bunch of cool clothes too. He denies it with all his spark but when he sees the dog running around all happy he can’t help but sniffle. That’s his baby alright.

Fortress Maximus is the epitome of “I’ve only had _____ for one day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and them myself”. You know those pictures of giant men with tiny puppies? This is Max except the dog is grown up and he’s a giant robot. He tries to heal together with the dog so that one day they can both feel safe and enjoy life to the fullest. He’s so proud of it when it finally breaks out of its shell.

Tailgate shouts “pupper!” which unfortunately scares the dog away, making Tailgate very sad. He tries again, this time much calmer, and this time he manages to befriend the dog. The first time the dog licks his servo he’s awestruck. “Primus does exist”. Does his best to help the dog get out of its shell and start trusting again. Cries like a baby when he realizes the dog feels better now and finally feels safe.

Cyclonus is neutral about the dog at first. He doesn’t really care about it until Tailgate drags him in. Then he kinda likes it. Seeing the dog gradually open up and start to trust again is warming his spark though and he is supporting it from the sidelines. He secretly turns into a bit of a dog enthusiast after meeting this dog and can’t stop looking up more about dogs on the internet. He finds them fascinating.

Chromedome is a bit cautious of the dog at first. It is so skittish and easily scared that he’s worried that it might die of a heart attack or something. That doesn’t mean he dislikes it, no, he actually finds it kind of cute. And when the dog slowly gets more and more secure and happy he can’t help but interact with it more. It’s such an incredible species and he’s glad to have met it. You really did a good job liaison.

Rewind wants to get as close to the dog as possible in order to film it but when he notices how scared it is he calms down and decides to try and earn its trust first. He looks up a bunch of things about dogs on the internet and asks you for advice and slowly the dog starts to trust him. The day it finally runs up to him with its tail wagging Rewind is so happy that he almost forgets to record it. Now he’s got a ton of dog videos.

Brainstorm sees the dog and how scared it is and makes a fucking dog mecha-suit it can ride around it. When asked why he says it’s so it can feel safe. How much safer can one get than with guns? He is very enthusiastic with the dog and all progress is met with a bunch of positivity and lots and lots of treats. He fucking loves this dog and spoils it rotten. If it had the will to it could get away with murder because of Brainstorm.

Perceptor finds the dog intriguing. Such an intriguing species. But it seems very distressed. Ah, perhaps he can help? With his calm nature the dog easily feels at ease around him. Perceptor apparently also gives the best pets and scritches which causes the dog to seek him out by itself. He is very satisfied when he notices that the dog have recovered completely from whatever traumatic event that happened to it.

First Aid stays away from the dog at first since he doesn’t know anything about them and is afraid he will just scare it. Eventually he will gather up enough courage to approach it and he can’t help but find it super adorable. He feels bad for it when he sees how scared it is and decides that he should at least try to help it. When it finally breaks out of its shell First Aid is overjoyed and praises it to Cybertron and back.

Ratchet just can’t find it in himself to be annoyed at the dog when it barks in fear, he’s not completely heartless and he actually pities the poor thing. He softens up a remarkable bit when around the dog and treats it both carefully and with respect. While he pretends to dislike it when it barks excitedly he actually enjoys it and is happy that it no longer is plagued by fear. Good job champ, he knew you could do it.

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 6 years

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Month of Drabbles Day 3: When She Loved You (Danganronpa: Another Episode)

Summary: The Warriors of Hope come to terms with the fact that maybe their mage didn’t love them after all.

Words: 1540

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, violence, sexual assault, and death.

You knew Monaca Towa loved you.

You could tell Monaca loved you when she said you could be the leader of the Warriors of Hope. She wore her demure grin and announced to the others that yes, Masaru Daimon was the bravest and strongest of you all and that it was only fitting that you were the leader.

“You’ll protect all of us, won’t you?” Monaca said, turning to you. “You’ll never get scared?”

You assured her that you won’t. If you had to slam your arm into the concrete ground to keep it from shaking in fear and revealing to everyone the cowardice you were sure you didn’t have, then so be it. Monaca adored you, and that was all that mattered.

You could tell that Monaca loved you-or rather, hated you-with every disgusted look she shot in your direction. As soon as you told her the reason you wore your mask her lips curled into a look of repulsion that made your heart flutter giddily with delight.

“Of course you’d have to wear that thing, Snakey,” Monaca sneered when you told her about your mask. “How could something as gross as you ever get by if we’d have to look at your face every day, Jataro?”

You gave her the nastiest sounding laugh you could conjure up and described to her in detail how her eyes would melt out of her head the moment she looked at your face. She giggled in disgust and continued to berate you for being the worst. If you had to keep that itchy mask on your head forever and push away all the other warriors, that’s what you’ll do. Monaca loved to hate you, and that’s all that mattered.

You could tell Monaca loved you in the times when she spilled her heart out to you. Her confessions of how much she missed Big Sis Junko, of the pain she felt when she lost her legs and the lack of pain after-all these were secrets that she would never tell the boys. You liked to think you were her favorite Warrior of Hope. She called what you had a “bond between girls.” Sometimes she would wonder why you would conceal so much of yourself from her even with your bond. You were tempted to ask the same of her.

“You’re always so nice to me, Kotoko,” Monaca had said when you’d questioned her about it once. “Monaca would never hide anything from someone as gentle as you.”

Then you were sobbing into her lap, the unanswered question forgotten the way you wish you could forget the gentle men. Monaca slapped you and she wasn’t gentle at all. It was alright that Monaca lied about your “bond between girls.” Monaca would never be gentle with you, and that’s all that mattered.

You could tell Monaca loved you from how she would tell you of her grand plans that she wanted you to carry out. You liked to think you were her favorite Warrior of Hope. She understood your intelligence and maturity, and she knew how to use that for the benefit of the children. It was one of the many things you admired about her, and you knew it was one of the things she admired about you, too.

“We need you, Nagisa,” Monaca would always say, “Monaca knows you’ll live up to her expectations.”

And you did. You killed adults for her. You destroyed cities for her. You were going to build a paradise for her and for the other warriors. You did everything Monaca asked of you and more because that’s what she expected you to do. You could stand the restless nights trying to swallow your guilt and to get the other warriors in line. Monaca believed in you, and that was all that mattered.

You knew Monaca loved you when she assured you that you would be the one to take down that demon you’d released into the city a few days ago. Standing in front of the crowd of Monokuma Kids, you were acutely aware of how much everyone loved you. And all of it was because of Monaca’s “brain rinsing.” Because of Monaca, (and because of your priest, your fighter and you sage, you supposed, but what were three people’s love compared to the love of thousands?) your demon was gone and you were loved for the first time in your life.

When your robot broke down and the Monokuma Kids who used to love you with all their heart-with all of Monaca’s heart-gathered around you, you were confused. They grabbed you with rough fingers like he used to. Ripping at your hair and punching and kicking you and it was like he was looming over you again. Why were your friends-Monaca’s friends treating you this way when you had sworn to protect her with your life?

You knew Monaca loved you when you stared out at the Monokuma Kids-and the two demons-who were glaring at you with disgust. You knew how Monaca’s helmets worked. You were able to force those two demon girls to hate you, (and the other Warriors of Hope, but the hate from your friends didn’t feel as good) but a gross, slimy thing like you could never sway this many children to hate you with such passion that Monaca had programmed into them. Because of Monaca, you never had to look to her again to be hated. You could be hated as much as you wanted amongst the Warriors.

When the Monokuma Kids who hated you so swarmed you, you supposed you should have been expecting it considering how much they hated you. You were nervous, but you accepted the beating they were going to give you you-it’s what a disgusting thing like you deserved. Then they ripped off your mask. You couldn’t hear over your own screaming, but you were sure that the Monokuma Kids-Monaca’s Monokuma Kids-were going to die after seeing your face. Why would Monaca do something so horrible to the other children when she promised to hate only you?

You knew Monaca loved you when you returned to Towa Tower after your defeat at the hands of the demons. You were looking for Monaca-waiting for her to slap you or hug you and demand that the stupid kids that ganged up on you be punished. Then you heard her voice from behind a door and peeked in to see her face on Nagisa’s.

She said she didn’t care about the children’s paradise from the beginning. She said no one had expected anything from Nagisa in the first place. (You did. You didn’t realize it before but you expected the world from him and the others because that was how amazing the Warriors of Hope were.) When she left Nagisa snivelling on his knees in that cold, empty room you were tempted to chase after her-to demand an explanation. You stayed behind and followed your friend-your only real friend left, if Monaca meant what she said-to a factory.

You finally ran when you watched Nagisa get crushed by his robot. You ran all the way back to Towa Tower, Monokumas and Monokuma Kids hot behind your trail. The whole way you wondered why. Why would Monaca lie to you all this time? And why hadn’t you seen through her?

You knew Monaca loved you when she pressed up against your chest and roughly pressed her lips on yours. She cooed soft words into your ears, telling you that you were wrong, and it didn’t matter what you said because of course you’d want her. Wasn’t she the only person in the world that you ever wanted? Wasn’t she the only person in the world that would want you?

It didn’t matter that she tried to have her Monokumas kill you earlier, or that she covered up the deaths of your hero and priest. It didn’t matter what Monaca did wrong because Monaca was never wrong-Monaca was always right. It was you who was wrong. And it didn’t matter what Kotoko said to you afterwards. (Didn’t you leave her in her arena? Why was she following you? You didn’t want your fighter to meet the same fate as your hero and priest.) You had to go to the factory Monaca told you to go to and destroy the giant Monokuma for her, because that was all she-all anyone expected of you. Why would Monaca, who used to praise you so much for your intelligence and skill, expect so little of you?

As you bolted from the pursuing crowd of Monokuma Kids, clutching your bruised arm, a thought came to mind.

As you ducked under the grasping hands of Monaca’s friends, desperately covering your hideous face, a thought came to mind.

As you stumbled away from the collapsing wreckage of Towa Tower, certain that there was no one left alive in the world that cared for you, a thought came to mind.

As you stared up at your robot’s tilting weight, awaiting the imminent death and despair that you were sure to taste anytime now, a thought came to mind.

Maybe Monaca Towa never loved you after all.

#MonthofDrabblesChallenge #dr:ae #daimon masaru #jataro kemuri #kotoko utsugi #nagisa shingetsu #monaca towa #pandora writes

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the-energon-hole · 6 years

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It's me again :-) can you write sfw headcanons of bayverse optimus, ratchet, ironhide, jazz, and bee with tsundere human s/o? They're all cool and tough but the second the bots get hurt, the human runs up to them kiss their boo boos~

((A/N I am actually not 100% thrilled with how this one turned out, so I apologize if it is a little sub-par, I am not very familiar with Japaneses Arch types, I haven’t watched anime in a very long time- I have quite a few issues with it a whole lol.

I hope that this is at least ok and a little bit of what you asked for, anyway

Optimus Prime

-There were a lot of rumors that were circulated around the top secret military base, which is a really funny thought when it is said out loud, but when you sit and actually think about it- it makes a lot of sense. The soldiers here have nothing to do here in the middle of nowhere but their job, and on their down time have very little things to fill the void of boredom. It was natural for rumors to begin and spread through close-quarter living like this, you just wished that the rumors weren’t revolving around you and your “personality problems”. You had quite the reputation of being a hardass, someone who is unnecessarily cruel for absolutely no reason- and honestly what was the point of fighting those rumors? Not only did it help maintain some semblance of power you had over some of these soldiers, it also helped keep the troops a little more entertained telling horror stories about their encounters with you. It was alright, you didn’t mind being the bad guy all the time, because those in your inner circle know you aren’t the hard-ass that everyone keeps painting you out to be- and really, that was the only thing that mattered in your book.

-Once, when your friend Optimus Prime returned to the base extremely dinged up and damaged, let’s just say that day your reputation for being a hard ass was wiped clean and you became the subject of a new rumor mill- “I’m a jerk, but only when my wubby bubby Prime isn’t hurt in the infirmary”. It was a weird rumor, and it made some of the soldiers no longer respect you, but you just couldn’t help yourself feeling such strong emotions that day when the Prime came back looking like he was kicked around and stomped on by some bot bigger than him- and that is saying something considering he was a very big mech. You were nearly in tears as you sat and watched Ratchet work on returning the Prime back to his full health- and that was the start of the crack in your hard perceived personality. The proverbial nail in the coffin to your facade was when you thought you were alone in the infirmary with the Prime, and you let it slip how important he was to you and how you wouldn’t know what to do without him- which is an ok thing to hear on its’ own, but as it turn out they were also watching and saw you give a small friendly smooch onto Optimus’ faceplate. You just wish the soldiers were a little more creative, as again, “wubby bubby Prime” did nothing but make you mad, and you ended up yelling at the ranks until they came up with some better insulting names… It turns out they aren’t exactly the best at being creative- but that’s ok, yelling was enough to make them not only think you were a hard ass again, but now you were a crazy hard ass. Optimus knew you were a big softie, but he would keep it to himself all the other times you broke apart and were a sweet and kind person.

Ratchet

-You were a little hard to get along with, due to your harsh words and your prickly personality, but you really were a good person underneath. You believed in the goodness of man, and you believed in people’s good spirit and will. You really did- but over the years your tough life and hard endeavours had caused you to be a little bit cynical and bitter than you would like to admit. People actually actively avoided the infirmary where you worked mostly throughout the day because they just didn’t want to deal with your bad attitude. It wasn’t your fault that most of these soldiers and politician did stupid things to put themselves in unnecessary danger, and if you were being honest, you hated all this conflict and war between humans themselves in the cybertronians you find yourself caring for. War was stupid, and if people just took the time to sit and talk then maybe they wouldn’t feel the need to put people’s lives in danger for absolutely no reason. Life wasn’t that simple though, things weren’t always black and white, and sometimes you wished that they were.

-Ratchet was a little sick of your bad attitude sometimes, and didn’t understand why you called him a close friend yet you continued to treat i as if he were nothing. Humans were a strange species- their biology was the easy part, but their psychology makes no sense to him. Also their need to build small structures, even in the presents of bigger and hardier life forms, they refuse to build things up to cybertronian code- he couldn’t count how many times he has scraped and scuffed his frame on narrow hallways and small door frames. You always seemed to get angrier ad angreier every time he would come back with a small nick or cut, but it wasn’t until he made himself bleed energon did you change your tune about his injuries. He came into the infirmary holding his side rather tightly, and as you passively asked what happened, he noticed your demeanor change once he declutched his side to weld the small wound shut. It looked like you weren’t really listening to his words- which wasn’t all that uncommon between the two of you but his sensors indicated that there was a big emotional shift in your body. Before he could ask, you began to do something he never thought you would, you asked if he was alright- and if he was in any major pain from his wound. He said that he was fine, but you didn’t believe him- you have never seen the old fool bleed before… it was a little scary to know these giant titans are actually vulnerable to physical attacks. After that situation, it was easy to say you got even more upset with Ratchet if he injured himself, but you were a little more gentle on him when he would bleed a little bit of his life fuel.

Bumblebee

-There was a lot to be said about what it takes to be someone who has to deal with politicians all day long- spoiler alert, it isn’t very fun and you always have to believe the one fact of life, that someone is always lying about something. Politicians are absolutely the worst kind of people, and will do or say anything to save face, needless to say it has caused you to become a rather bitter and angry person- your cynicism makes it a little hard for anyone to get close to you- which is honestly ok with you most of the time. You had a soft spot, at least for some people- and most recently some bots, but it was rare to be seen. You believed in tough love, it was a way for you to be strict to those around you- to prepare them for the real world of disaster known as the game of red tape and gaslighting, basically dealing with real people and real power. Bumblebee was no exception, you really liked the bot, but boy was he too naive for his own good- too trusting and relaxed, he needed a big dose of reality, and you really don’t want to be there when that happens… On one hand he needs a good slap in the faceplate to see just how conniving and manipulative humans are, but on the other hand it would be a real shame for him to lose his sense of what is good and right- to many people in power lose sight of what is important, and that is what makes this world truly bad.

-You never really saw much of the combat side of things when it comes to your job and how you are involved in the Autobot cause, but the one time you saw the outcome of the real war these bots were facing, you had a big dose of reality slap you in the face. It was ironic really, you were the one getting reality checked for once, and you don’t think you have ever felt this way about anyone in a very long time. You saw poor Bumblebee injured and waiting on a medical table built for the bots, and you couldn’t help but gush a little over how happy you were that he was ok- it made him question you a little bit, but the attention was much appreciated. After that moment though, it was back to being your cold and hard self, and Bumblebee wasn’t afraid to say outloud how much he missed the softer side of you which was followed by a joke about how he should injure himself again just to see it. That wasn’t funny at all, and you made sure you let him know how gross and irresponsible that was and would be.

Ironhide

-Sometimes it was just easier to be mean than it was to be nice- not to say that you don’t like being nice, it was just hard to let your real emotions shine through when all people do is judge and hate you for it. Your appearance doesn’t help the fact that most people perceive you to be a brute rather than a lover- it was probably why you went into military work in the first place, it just sort of matched your personality and appearance. You learned long ago that people whom are willing to break down your barriers and find that soft squishy center underneath, those are the ones that you should be keeping around and trying to impress- not all these phoneys who put ona happy face and pretend to like you only to get something out of you. No, anyone special enough to see past your hard appearance and even harder personality was well worth keeping around, even when they are few and far in between.

-You would have never thought that the somebody whom could break through your hard exterior skin could be a big robot from outer space, especially if that robot was a trigger happy fiend like Ironhide was. He was a one of a kind bot who took your abuse with a grain of salt and simply laughed at you for being so bitter and angry all the time, saying things like you need to let loose and shoot more guns and to stop being such a downer all the time. It was always a back and forth between you twom but it was a back and forth you looked forward to everyday- that is until you heard about that bit ol’ bot getting hurt in a shooting range accident. When you went to visit him he was playing it cool like nothing ever happened, but he had his arm blasted off and he was leaking energon everywhere. The way Ironhide tells it, you basically melted into a pile of a sobbing mushy mess as you told him to be more careful and that you wouldn’t know what to do without him. He was kind of glad things went back to normal between the two of you when he was all fixd- he liked the harder personality you a little bit better than the crying mess in the infirmary.

Jazz

-You went into your elected seat promising all of your constituencies and voters that you would bring about great change o their area ,and that you would do everything in your power to make the world a better place- even if that meant becoming a liaison to a bunch of giant robots from space, aliens essentially, it wasn’t what you had in mind but it was what you had to work with. You had a reputation for being rather hard and cruel, and you had to be in your line of work, everyone always lied and everyone is out to get you, that was how the world worked. You didn’t hate the bot you were supposed to be working with everyday, but his lazy demeanor and his go with the flow vibe bothered you quite a bit- you have to have a plan for everything, you can’t just sit back and watch life go by without a plan. It was mostly you yelling at him, and him laughing about how stuck u you are, but there was a sense of trust between the two of you, as you knew how each other would react and function to new ideas.

-You didn’t think your soft spot for Jazz was all that big, until he came back to base badly wounded and leaking all kinds of strange fluid. He was going to be ok, but out of commission for awhile- and you made sure he was as comfortable as possible. He would make all those stupid jokes about how he has never seen you so sweet, and how you should be like this more often. You just huffed and told him to stop being stupid, and to hurry up and feel better do that you two could get back to business doing work to harbor peace between mankind and Autobots. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he laughed as his own processor said to get hurt more often, maybe you would learn to relax a little if that were to happen- he doubted it though, because as soon as we was well enough to leave the med bay, it was back to business as usual between the two of you. It was ok with him, and it was ok with you, and in the end that was all it took to help patch up Autobot-human relations.

#Bayverse #Optimus Prime #Bumblebee #Ratchet #Jazz #Ironhide #Long Post #Headcanon

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Can I get the boys with their s/o on St Patricks day??

I don’t know too much about the event itself but I certainly hope I met your standards, anon! Also, it was really fun to write!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

This man is so hyped for St Patrick’s day

You can’t tell he’s excited by normally speaking to him before the actual day, and you actually don’t find out how happy he is until the morning of March 17th

Because st patrick's day is all about irish folklore!! Why the hell would he not go full out on St patrick’s day???

Tbh he probably wears green so much in remembrance of the leprechauns

When you wake up all you see is green confetti everywhere

Your clothes for the day are all green (the shirt says kiss me i'm irish)

The breakfast waiting for you downstairs is green (the shape of the pancake is probably supposed to be a clover)

KOREKIYO IS PAINTED IN GREEN AND HE IS WEARING ONE OF THOSE SMALL GREEN MAN HATS

And somehow he has green flowers downstairs for you?? Apparently they are Hydrangeas and they represent wellness and youth and harmony

When you two leave the house to go on a very special St patrick’s day stroll, he refuses to wash any of the paint off his face. He also refuses to not pinch anything that is not wearing green

He also makes sure anything he eats that day is green and that when, at night, he will prepare a cold/warm bath for you and him

And its green

Obviously

The entire day, unlike your boyfriend, you are spending the day laughing at his adorable plans

Because when do you get to see a normally composed man get so excited about little green men??

Rantarou Amami Avocado Son

Okay so if you insist on wearing green, then he has to too.

But he doesn’t want to! It doesn’t really fit his pair of jeans for that day. But he has green hair, so you can stop trying to pinch him now!

Honestly, he doesn’t celebrate it much, but he finds your excitement of the silly basics really cute

He even buys you a tacky shirt that says “Kiss me, I’m Irish”

It’s mostly just an excuse to kiss you more

Ouma Kokichi

Normally, when you see members of ouma’s secret society, they wear dark purple.

But today, they are all wearing the brightest neon green that there is in the universe.

And they are running around, pinching random strangers who are not wearing green

You often wear green on St patrick’s day, but you are over shadowed by Ouma’s Pepe mask and DAT BOI costume

He’s also wearing one of those kiss me im irish shirts and is dangling four leaf clover necklaces over your neck

And because at midnight, when it was March 17th, you were wearing gray pajamas and not green, Ouma pinched you until you would at least put on green socks

So you are laughing at his pranks because they are so funny, while strangers are yelling at him and his comrades for disturbing the peace.

And if leprechauns are supposed to represent pranks, then you have one small ouma-chaun for this St patrick's day!!

Shuuchi Saihara

He doesn’t really celebrate St Patrick’s day...

But nevertheless, he will wear green, although it clashes with his normally black outfit

So can you please stop pinching him?

He also buys you a bag of chocolate coins because after being surrounding by merchandise all day he starts to get into the mood

He thinks it’s adorable how excited you are over this holiday so he buys you little four leaf clover stickers and lets you stick some on his face

But you think it's cute when you see how red his face becomes when you put stickers on him

Kaito Momota

You two get into the ultimate pinching war the moment you wake up

Because no one has green pajamas and no one was wearing green when St Patrick’s day started!!

So one hand is trying to get through the sleeve of your sweater and the other one is trying to defend yourself from Kaito’s pinches

After you are both change, Kaito brings out some green paint and he asks you to paint his face with those “cool stripes that make me look tough”

He says he’s going to war

But with who?

He’s going after Ouma this St. Patrick’s day??

And he’s going to try and pinch him as much as possible??

And he wants your help to ambush Ouma??

You’re not sure how well it's going to turn out. But Kaito is so excited and he looks like a pleading puppy so you can’t help but offer your assistance

The moment you reach Ouma’s base, it’s oddly quiet. His house isn’t decorated at all and there are no society members outside

Kaito thinks this is the perfect opportunity

But the moment he takes another step you two are ambushed and SABOTAGED!!

Ouma has set up his members with cannons that shoot out green paint! And they are spraying you two with a whole lot of it!

Kaito’s first instinct is to push you down and shield your body from ouma’s attacks. By the time the members leave, you and Kaito are plastered in green paint.

Kaito is completely green and it’s hilarious

He’s a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to attack Ouma but you’re laughing and smiling and that’s all that matters to him.

So when you go back home to clean yourselves off, you’re laughing all the way

It has definitely been the most eventful St. Patrick’s day you had!

Kiibo

What? He’s supposed to wear green otherwise he gets pinched??

Kiibo is very confused

And you are also very confused because you have no idea how to pinch a robot.

But Kiibo doesn’t have any clothes. And all of the clothes that are green from your closet don’t fit him!

Fine! We will just go see Iruma!

Iruma also pinches him the moment that you see her, and it’s a bit difficult to explain your dilemma

So she tinkers with some things in the corner and somehow she concocts a green paint for metal that will wash off when wiped off with a moist towel

Kiibo’s a little iffy about the moist towelette, but when you remind him that Iruma water-proofed him a while back, he becomes more reassured.

So now you spend the day with a happy green robot

“This is what humans do, right?”

When you go home and clean him off, he thanks you with multiple kisses!

So happy ending!

Unfortunately his face was still green when he kissed you and some of the paint got onto your face

Happy ending?

Gonta Gokuhara

You brought one of those “Kiss me, I’m Irish” hats from the nearby store

So when you got home that night, Gonta just looked at you questioningly.

Why does he have to kiss you because you’re Irish?

You say it's just a quote for St. Patrick’s day

St patrick’s day? Did Gonta forget to celebrate an important event with his s/o? Gonta starts apologising immediately because not celebrating an important event with his loved one is not gentlemanly at all!

Gonta’s so busy worrying about it but Gonta still asks you what people do on that day

Oh, they pinch people who aren’t wearing green, do silly pranks, and basically celebrate irish folklore

Gonta had a look of terror when Gonta realises that MOST OF HIS BUGS ARE NOT GREEN

You try to calm Gonta down when Gonta immediately gets up to go craft some “bug clothes”. Don’t worry! People won’t pinch Gonta’s bugs!

But if Gonta is going to celebrate St Patrick’s Day right, then Gonta must pinch anyone who is not wearing green.

Including his bugs (Because they deserve to be treated like people)

You end up watching Gonta for a straight four hours making “Bug clothes” out of scrap material and dressing each individual bug

It is the sweetest thing and you absolutely love this gentle giant.

Ryoma Hoshi

He refuses to wear the outfit you picked for him today.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to disappoint you or insult your fashion sense...

But out of all things, why did you buy him a leprechaun costume?

After lots of nagging, you finally convince him to put it on.

He still refuses to put on the beard and will still keep his adorable beanie. But whatever! At least you two will match now!

Other than that your day is pretty normal. The only difference is that you cannot stop laughing because Ryoma looks absolutely ADORABLE

It’s definitely not the last time you will ask him to wear such ridiculous costumes!

You also make sure to reward him with lots of small kisses and stuff like that

#ryoma hoshi #Danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #ndrv3 #ndrv3 boys #ndrv3 imagines #korekiyo shinguuji #amami rantarou #ouma kokichi #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #kiibo #gonta gokuhara #Mod Kirumi #st patricks day #fluff

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Knight’s & Magic wants you to want to pilot a giant robot more than you want to pilot a giant robot.

I’ve been enjoying Knight’s & Magic a lot this season. As someone who really only got into mecha fairly recently, something about the wide-eyed glee of the show’s protagonist, Ernesti, at being in a world of magic and robots really resonates with me. That enthusiasm? I get it! That’s where I’m at. But over the past few weeks, I’ve also had the opportunity to talk with a couple of good friends about the show, its nature as a wish fulfillment, self-insert fantasy, and some of the less charming elements that arise from that. While I may personally self insert as the characters who want to hug cute moeboys, these conversations have been a good opportunity to step back from my affections for the show and think more critically about it.

The source of some of the criticisms that have been leveled at Knight’s & Magic has primarily been its nature as an isekai and wish-fulfillment story. Throw a male character into another world where he gets the chance to be cool and awesome? Not an unfamiliar set-up in anime as of late, and certainly not one that some people have become tried of seeing. At this point, the isekai genre basically serves as its own notice for wish fulfillment stories. And although isekai certainly doesn’t have a monopoly here, these kinds of shows almost inherently lend themselves to wish fulfillment (something Frog-kun has dug into in his post on the Japanese response to the genre).

With that in mind, it’s understandable that Knight’s & Magic should find itself subject to critique by virtue of its use of the familiar movements of the genres in which it resides. Wish-fulfillment anime haven’t exactly made a good name for themselves, as shows like Sword Art Online and The Irregular at Magic High School (Mahouka) have become immensely popular because of their ability to butter up the viewer by fawning over their self-insert protagonists (often to the detriment of their moral quality). Meanwhile, on the isekai side of things, titles like No Game No Life, GATE, Konosuba, and Re:Zero have enjoyed a more complex fan response (although I certainly have my thoughts on the relative quality of each of them).

But this post is about Knight’s & Magic, which I think has, at least relative to the overall market, shown itself to be a far less troubling and thematically ugly production than many of its wish-fulfillment story compatriots. It’s not perfect by any means, but there are distinct elements within it that I think lend themselves to a kind of wish fulfillment that can be enjoyed without the moral compunction that accompanies similar shows. Specifically, where Knight’s & Magic differs and, I think, proves itself better than its peers, is in how transparently it communicates its nature as wish fulfillment and in how it uses some of its unique elements to undermine some of the typical tropes of its genre.

As I see it, there are two kinds of transparency in wish-fulfillment. The first, and most common, is the kind that accompanies marketing; that is, the audience knows the story is wish fulfillment because it’s obvious that this is the kind of story this is. The second, and the kind that I think is far more rare (and far more real), is the kind that a story demonstrates within itself. In other words, real transparency in wish-fulfillment is found only in those stories that acknowledge themselves as wish fulfillment.

Of course, I suppose one might argue that the first kind of transparency is just as real as the second. After all, if the audience knows an anime is going to allow them to self-insert for the purposes of wish-fulfillment because it’s been marketed that way, isn’t that the same thing? I don’t really think so. You might know No Game No Life is a designed to be wish fulfillment for a certain kind of purpose, but that’s not the same as the show itself knowing and acting like the thing it is. The salient point here is that a lot of these shows only pay lip service to the fact that they are wish fulfillment – which is, in my opinion, a rather insidious thing.

With shows like Mahouka or Sword Art Online, even though you know they’re wish fulfillment and they don’t really make any effort to hide that fact in their marketing or whatever, they often don’t treat themselves that way. Instead, a key component in the execution of fulfilling wishes is the pretense that wish fulfillment isn’t actually what’s happening. To use Mahouka as an example (and because I have a great deal for distaste for the show and it gives me pleasure to make it my whipping boy), the dead self-seriousness with which it presents itself belies the fundamental fantasy that underwrites it. Mahouka, even if it knows it’s wish fulfillment, pretends it is not.

Why is that bad? Because a wish fulfillment story that presents itself not as wish fulfillment absolves the audience of the need to self-reflect while watching it. It activates the self-insert mechanism without bothering to keep on the limiters of reality. I suppose, thinking about it one way, that’s not inherently a bad thing. After all, one of the great joys of fiction is the ability to be absorbed completely into another world. However, when that world is designed to construct a delusion of validation around you, it risks blurring the lines between fantasy and reality when the inevitable return to the latter occurs.

When the dissolution of those boundaries is coupled with ugly ideologies, gross attitudes towards women, and other sorts of nasty thematic underpinnings, it ends up reinforcing those ideas within the viewer’s worldview. That, to me, is an unambiguously bad thing. To use Mahouka as an example again, the message it communicates that “you’re awesome, and it’s actually society and others who are crappy because they aren’t capable of assessing your skills and you deserve to be lauded and constantly have beautiful women throwing themselves at you” is a pretty crappy one. The fact that it doesn’t even have the decency to recognize this itself (not that it would be that much better if it did), but instead treats this message as serious and legitimate… that’s bad.

But Knight’s & Magic doesn’t have these problems. It is a wish fulfillment story, yes, but it is also joyfully, cheerfully, and earnestly so. Down to the voice of the narrator grandly explaining Ernesti’s heroic deeds, the show is constantly reminding the audience of the artifice of it all. It is completely honest about what it is – and in a wish fulfillment story, that transparency is invaluable because it serves as a natural (and, in this specific case I would argue, rather gentle) buffer between the fantasy of fiction and the truth of reality. The ultra-quick pacing, the eager silliness of events, the heavy cliche, and the very genuine excitement of Ernesti himself all serve as constant reminders that the show knows exactly what it is and treats itself as such.

The ideology that Knight’s & Magic proclaims isn’t anything so self-insert affirming as “you are special, but unrecognized because society is unfair” or “the only reason you don’t shine is because you haven’t been given the chance” or even just “hey, all girls secretly are in love with you.” As Peter Fobian puts it, the fantasy of the show is one “where an enthusiastic character is given the opportunity to live out their passion.” The message in Knight’s & Magic is a simple one: Hey, you know what would be a lot of fun? If you were a super genius in a magical land with big robots?

And, you know what? It’s right. That would be fun! It’s the same sort of appeal that theorizing with friends about wild scenarios go, the “What if…? Okay, but what if…!?” thing we’ve all done. The world of Knight’s & Magic is a sandbox, and it makes sure you know that. As I see it, that’s an invitation to join in the fun, and since the show has largely steered away from having that fun come at the expense of others, playing along comes easy.

That’s not to say Knight’s & Magic is perfect. There are still elements mixed in with it that aren’t “fun” to me. I don’t like Helvi’s unnecessarily revealing clothing when the other (male) knights of her same rank get to wear actual uniforms. I was really uncomfortable with the way Ernesti seemed to justify taking Dietrich’s Silhouette Knight on the basis of Dietrich being a coward when he was clearly doing the best he could in an impossible situation. Playing around is all well and good, but things that treat other character badly cease to be fun.

And, alongside this, I can understand complaints about how the playground nature of the story glosses over human casualties to mack on its robots or how Ernesti’s combination of cuteness, cleverness, and purity of motivation earning him instant adoration from everyone trivializes the importance of hard work and forming genuine connections with others. One of the defining characteristics of wish fulfillment fantasies is often the erasure of nuance for the sake of making the self-insert feel good. And this oversimplification can mean the message communicated by a show turns rather sinister by ignoring important things.

But, again, this is where I feel Knight’s & Magic‘s transparency is a boon to it. Unlike Mahouka, which ignores nuance for the sake of pushing its message forward, or No Game No Life, in which a great deal of the “fun” is just really mean-spirited, Knight’s & Magic is a out for a harmless lark without pretense. And because of the innocence of its intentions, I find it difficult to fault the show for not being a serious examination of serious issues. It’s not trying to be a treatise on human relationships, so in some ways it feels unfair to criticize it for not being something it’s not trying to be.

To return to the show’s strengths, though, the final ingredient that makes this whole wish fulfillment thing go down well in Knight’s & Magic is the way it avoids glorifying Ernie as some kind of übermensch. Things like Ernie’s cuteness and the genuine nature of his relationships with other characters run counter to the way self-insert fantasies typically portray their protagonists as Awesome and Deserving Of Serious Respect. To use an example I’m particularly fond of, Ernie’s unwilling reception of Addy’s repeated hugs uses his appearance and reaction to make him the butt of a joke, (something Mahouka would never have done with Tatsuya, by the way). Likewise, goofy situations like in episode 3 where Ernie calls his desire to build a Silhouette Knight, a deadly serious matter for the world he’s in, a “hobby” in front of the king, make light of his one-track mind.

Although the overall narrative bends towards Ernie’s will, these kinds of moments go a long way towards not only towards making him less of an all-powerful figure for the audience to imagine themselves as, but also towards humanizing him. Ernie’s passion, eagerness, and authentic love for robots, whether or not they’re shared by the audience, paint a very specific and human portrait of a character. Sure, it’s touched up and made adorable with white hair that covers his eyes and hilariously effective within this world, but it’s also hard not to love this earnest caricature of someone who loves something the way Ernie loves robots.

In short, the only business Knight’s & Magic is concerned with is that of granting your wish to have fun, live in a bright, celebratory world, and to make and ride giant robots. And that, in my opinion, is a wish well worth fulfilling.

Knight's & Magic wants you to want to pilot a giant robot more than you want to pilot a giant robot. Knight's & Magic wants you to want to pilot a giant robot more than you want to pilot a giant robot.

#Knight&039;s & Magic #Self-Insert #Wish Fulfilment

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