#like rn I’m trying to become close with another girl in my program and I’m like 🫠 I don’t have the emotional energy for this 🫠🫠🫠🫠 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

joon-ipersgirl · 3 years

Text

"dance with me" - jhs twoshot

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, tiny bit of angst

pairing: hobi x reader (f)

summary: this is the first part of hobi’s birthday twoshot where he meets a girl on a night out on the town but loses her (a better summary will come later)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol, not a happy ending rn

a/n: whew it's been a minute. as per, school and work are kicking my ass but i wanted to write something for hobi's birthday. i actually finished this first half on time but was stuck on the second half before i decided i should make this into a twoshot. i'm going to finish it though, hopefully soon. i’ll edit everything later. either way, enjoy :)

full masterlist // part two

“Guys, I really shouldn’t,” Hoseok laments.

“Why not?” Jimin whines from his sprawled out position on Hoseok’s aging leather sofa. “It’s been weeks since you’ve come out with us.”

Hoseok shrugs. “I’ve just been… busy,” he finishes lamely.

“Doing what?” Jungkook challenges from the kitchen, his voice barely carrying over the low hum of the open refrigerator.

“Okay, I guess I haven’t been doing too much. I just haven’t been in the mood? Life is just a lot right now,” Hoseok says as he picks at the fraying carpet on the floor. He really should get a new one.

“So, let us help you feel better!” Jimin rolls off the sofa, narrowly missing Hoseok’s head with his legs and keeping his leather pants intact. “A night out dancing with your best friends. Maybe a few drinks. You don’t even have to bring anyone home if you don’t want to.”

Hoseok is still iffy on Jimin’s proposal. Usually, he’d be the one encouraging his friends to enjoy a night out on the town but starting his new job at the architectural firm downtown a few weeks ago had really taken its toll. He knew that he’d have a lot to learn when he started but he didn’t think it’d be this much, the new programming and drawing systems much more sophisticated than what he’d remembered during his undergraduate matriculation. Hoseok spent much of his free time practicing his skills, exhausting himself late into the night. All he wanted to do was rest but it was proving to be challenging after his friends showed up on his doorstep tonight, demanding he join them.

“I don’t know, Jimin.”

“You don’t have to know anything. Look, if you aren’t having a good time by midnight, I’ll call you a cab home myself,” Jimin offers. “And Jungkook will buy you your first three drinks,” he tacks on after seeing Hoseok’s unwavering expression.

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaims from the entryway.

“It’s the least you could do, Jungkook. You’re literally eating him out of house and home right now,” Jimin says, pointing to the roll of kimbap Jungkook has in his hands.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach,” the younger one counters.

“You ate an hour ago.”

“Fair enough,” Jungkook concedes. “Get dressed, Hobi. Drinks are on me,” he finishes around a mouthful of food. Jimin beams, turning to Hoseok.

Sighing, Hoseok reluctantly drags himself to his feet. “Fine. But you’re buying me drinks and dinner. Nope. I don’t want to hear it,” he says, holding up a finger. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Yes!” Jimin cheers as Hoseok heads to his room.

Twenty five minutes later, the three young men arrive at Antarri’s. Known for its strong drinks and booming bass, Antarri’s had become their regular stomping ground. It was safe to say a few other patrons recognized them in the dark; the trio’s dance reputation preceded them. On any given weekend the establishment would be flooded with young people ready to let loose their frustrations. The proximity of the city’s two major universities being just over a stone’s throw away may also help.

“Okay! Shots first!” Jimin yells over the incessant chatter. Hoseok shakes his head but follows his friend deeper into the club.

“What should we get?”

“Nothing too crazy -” Hoseok starts.

“Tequila!” Jungkook interrupts, waving his arm frantically for the bartender’s attention. Both Jimin and Hoseok blanch at the suggestion. “What? I’m buying. I should get to choose.”

Jimin shrugs. “He is buying.”

Hoseok rubs his forehead, already feeling the splitting migraine he’d have tomorrow morning. Alcohol never seemed to agree with him and he’d learned many times what pushing his limit did to him. Still, he doesn’t protest when Jungkook orders, “Your finest shots of tequila, my good sir.”

Maybe the night would pass by faster this way.

“Okay guys. What’s the game plan?” Jungkook asks around a mouthful of lime.

“Just have fun. If you’re leaving, send a text will you? I don’t want another repeat of last time,” Jimin huffs and sets his shot glass down on the counter.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long!”

“You came back the following evening missing your shirt and a shoe, Jungkook,” Jimin frowns.

“Okay but -“

“Guys,” Hoseok interjects. “Not the time.”

“Right. This is about you, Hobi. We’re going to have a great time. And you -“ Jimin points his finger at Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll text the chat that I’m alive. Let’s go!” Jungkook says, pushing off the stool and heading into the crowd.

Hoseok shakes his head at his younger friend. He worried about his safety sometimes.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Jimin checks in.

“Yeah, yeah. Go have fun. I’ll see you in there,” Hoseok responds. Nodding, Jimin pats him on the arm before setting off.

“Remember, I’ll call you a cab if you aren’t having fun,” he calls over his shoulder and then disappears.

Moving over to a less crowded part of the bar, Hoseok leans against the wall. Already his shirt is starting to stick to his skin. The music blares at an obscene level he feels in his bones and he welcomes the feeling.

Though an architect by trade, Hoseok knew his way around a dance floor. He wasn’t captain of the university’s dance team for no reason. Music was a language Hoseok translated with his body, each syllable corresponding to a particular movement as he listened to each rhythm and rhyme. Closing his eyes, he lets it speak it to him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get lost in the feeling. Limbs moving freely, Hoseok glides across the floor easily. He’s not concerned with the curious onlookers as he grooves to one of Billboard’s latest bangers. A small crowd has started to form around him but Hoseok ignores them as he spins through a move. Then, he sees you.

His body sputters through the movement until he slows to a gentle rock, eyes trying to focus on you through the pockets between people’s heads. You aren’t looking at him. Too engrossed in your own movement as you vibe with the music. Hoseok almost feels as though he’s watching himself dance. Intrigued, he moves closer.

He’s pretty sure he’s never seen you here before. Granted he doesn’t remember every face he sees but Hoseok is positive he would remember you because of the way you move. Blinking, he feels like he’s in a trance as he watches you turn, your hips swaying in time with the beat. Hoseok realizes he’s not the only one watching you. A few other guys have gathered but you ignore their presence, favoring to dance alone. Hoseok chews his lip. Did he even have a chance?

The music changes and Hoseok watches you change your movement to match the tempo seamlessly. He smiles. He would do exactly the same. Smooth RnB filters out over the sound system and Hoseok calms his beating heart, finding his own rhythm again as he slips back into his translation. When he turns, he makes eye contact with you, a small smile on your lips as you regard him. He’s pretty sure it’s the alcohol that makes him bold enough to take a step towards you.

Though you don’t move closer, your eyes don’t leave Hoseok’s. A silent exchange happens between you as you continue dancing and Hoseok matches your movements while maintaining his distance. Hoseok nearly holds his breath as you tentatively step closer. If he were to reach out, he’d surely be able to touch you. He doesn’t though. The two of you continue to dance in front of one another, though not with each other as the song changes.

When you turn - back towards him and continue dancing - Hoseok isn’t too sure of what to do. He doesn’t want to impose and ruin your night but he sure as hell would love to dance with you. He takes another tentative step forward, the space between you what chaperones at prom would call encroaching on dangerous territory. Still, he doesn’t touch you though he’s sure you can feel his breath dance across your skin.

It’s you who makes the final move.

He feels your fingertips brush against the outside of his thigh until your fingers wrap around his and place them on your hip. Jeans slung low on your waist, Hoseok’s thumb rests against your bare skin. He lets his other hand settle on the outside of your thigh, his touch light so not to scare you.

Chest against your back, Hoseok matches his hips with yours, the swell of your ass pressed tightly to his crotch. When you curl your arm around the back of his neck, fingers splayed in the hairs at his nape, Hoseok squeezes you in reflex. The heat of Antarri’s only grows worse as you continue to dance and another small crowd gathers to watch you.

Hoseok has never felt so at ease dancing with another human being. He feels like you’ve been partners since you were three and took classical ballroom together for eighteen years. You read his movements and he reads yours as you trade the role of leader and follower back and forth. In all honesty, Hoseok doesn’t want the night to end, especially when you hit a particularly dangerous move - bending at the waist with your hands on your knees, the push back firm as his hand ghosts your back. He has to stifle a groan at the sight, more than a few ungentlemanly thoughts surfacing in response.

Spinning you around, Hoseok gazes down at you as he slots one of his legs between yours. A gentle smile crosses your face and you rest your hands loosely around his neck. Hoseok gently brushes your damp hair from your forehead. You don’t look away as his hand comes to rest under your jaw. He watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip as he wraps his arm around -

“Y/N!”

The moment is broken at the scream of what Hoseok assumes is your name.

“Y/N, come on! We have to go! Code Blue!” Hoseok loosens his hold on you as you step away. Before either of you can utter a word, your friend is pulling you through the crowd and away from him. Over the din of the music, he faintly hears you call a “Sorry!” as you disappear.

Stunned, Hoseok stands in the middle of the crowd as your figure slowly becomes lost in the sea of swaying bodies. He feels like he’s just stepped out of a sauna, the trance you placed him in lifting as people start to fill in the space around him now that the show is over. Hoseok rubs his face in frustration. How could he have let you leave like that? How was he supposed to find you?

“Hobi! Hey Hobi!” Hoseok turns at the sound of his name to see Jimin elbowing his way through the crowd. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sighing, Hoseok nods.

“Okay,” Jimin says wearily. “Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s okay. Jungkook still owes me two more shots. I gotta collect.”

Jimin grins. “That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s go.”

Tossing one last longing look to what was supposed to be a promising night, Hoseok follows his friend to the bar to forget what could have happened.

full masterlist // part two

joon-ipersgirl, 2021

#hobi fanfic #hoseok x reader #happy birthday hobi #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #fic: dance with me

8 notes · View notes

stahvie · 6 years

Text

I’ll keep you warm pt. 4

Masterlist First Previous Next

Pairing: Kylo x reader

Word Count: 2336

Summary: Your assessment didn’t go so well and now you’re left with questions.

It had not been a good last few days.

You’d failed your assessment, been removed from Theta Squad, were dismissed as a TIE pilot altogether, and probably worst of all, the memories of your recovery were hazy due to a mixture of the heat and bacta, but you had the terrible feeling that the Supreme Leader may have seen you in your underwear.

The only bright side seemed to be that you weren’t being kicked out of the First Order, but it had also become clear as you were escorted through the halls of the Supremacy, that you weren’t headed for the trooper barracks. It made sense, your blaster skills were what you scored the lowest on during your assessment, so with your lacking skill there was no chance you were being reassigned as a trooper. The officer that guided you was being less than helpful and you’d given up questioning her about what was happening.

The officer left you once you arrived at a vacant private room. She informed you that these were your new quarters but failed to leave you with any instructions or answer any of the many questions that plagued your mind.

The room was large. It was smaller than your last living quarters but then, you’d shared it with your squadmates, and this was your own personal space. You’d never had privacy before, you’d always lived with your peers and teammates and excitement sunk in. You were going to decorate the shit out of this room… you just needed to get some personal items to do it.

You threw your bag onto your own personal table, took a quick tour of your own personal refresher, finger-gunned at yourself in your own personal mirror, and once you were done exploring your room, you collapsed onto your own personal bed. Your old bed had a spring that poked into your thigh as you slept but your new bed was soft and comfortable. You’d believe anyone if they told you it had never once been slept in.

As you let your head get enveloped by the marshmallowy pillow, the questions came back. What the kriff was your job now? It had to be pretty cushy to get you such a nice living area. How could it be, though? No TIE pilot could live like this… maybe those in command, but you’d been kicked from the Elite TIE pilot program completely. You didn’t have any training in leadership either so you weren’t going to become an officer. Nothing added up. Not to mention you weren’t even sure if someone was going to come around and give you instructions on what was happening next. Were you just supposed to wait here?

Screw that. You rolled lazily off the comfy bed and made a bee line for the door. You couldn’t be expected to wait for an undetermined amount of time, so it wouldn’t be your fault if someone finally delivered the details of your new situation and you were off exploring.

Exploring was probably the wrong word for what you were doing since you already knew the ship pretty well, but you weren’t as familiar with this area. The facilities in this area of the Supremacy were frequented by officers so you’d rarely find yourself in these halls unless you were just wandering around aimlessly to clear your head.

You visited the gym, mess hall, and cantina closest to your new room and they all had one thing in common; the people in each facility outranked you. There were no troopers keeping in shape in the gym. The mess hall was nicer and didn’t seem to be constantly on the brink of a food fight. The bar was free of TIE pilots gloating about their latest flight. It was obvious everyone here was of a higher rank, you didn’t belong here and it was alienating. You decided to head back to your room.

Turning the final corner to the hall your new room was in, you saw him. For a brief moment panic took over you, like you were a kid again seeing your crush unexpectedly, and you hid behind the corner before he could see you. Ren was probably just there to let you know what was going on. Why him though? It didn’t matter, he was there. You regained your bravery, put your big girl pants back on, and turned the corner.

The black figure disappeared around another corner and out of site. Shit. You rushed from your corner to his, trying to not seem too suspicious in front of a pair of officers giving you the stink eye. Ren was faster than you’d anticipated, sure you’d catch up if you moved quickly enough, but the longer this went on the weirder it would be when you finally reached him. Maybe it would be better to call out to him.

“Sir?”

No response.

“…Sir?”

Nothing.

Ren kept up his pace as he seemed to be unable to hear you, but he was nearing another corner and you didn’t want to lose him. Then it hit you. You weren’t supposed to be calling him that now that you were back. How could you let yourself forget that? You half-jogged towards the corner and tried again.

“…Supreme Leader Ren?”

Ren finally stopped which took you by surprise making you stop in your tracks instead of continuing to close the gap. He turned to face you and you were stumped. What now? As he stood and stared in your direction, it hit you just how intimidating he was. It definitely didn’t feel like it did back on that icy planet. You moved towards him meekly hoping you’d find the words you needed or at least something acceptable to say, however, once you reached him your mind was still blank.

“Has no one been to tell you about your new position?” His eyes scanned you and he seemed mildly surprised to find you still in your pilot uniform.

“Oh.” You took in a deep and let your mouth try to pluck something from your brain. “Maybe. I dunno. Someone mighta… they coulda… See, the thing is, the officer that brought me here from my old room didn’t exactly talk much. She kinda just walked. The only thing she said to me was ‘this is your new quarters’ and then she just left. The entire time we walked she just ignored whatever I said and I dunno if she was just being rude… or if I was being rude for asking…”

There was a brief pause as you sucked in air.

“So then when she left I was just alone and I wasn’t sure what to do or how long I was supposed to wait so I tried my bed out… which is so much softer than my old one by the way… and my brain was just all over the place wondering what I’m supposed to be doing now that I’m not a pilot anymore… which is stupid because I know I’m a great pilot! I mean, yeah, on that mission things didn’t go so great but normally I’m really good… but anyway, I wasn’t sure how long it would be before someone came and got me again or if someone was even going to stop by at all so I thought I’d have a little look around just to check things out and I was shocked that there’s just officers around and it makes me have even less of an idea of what’s going on so I was hoping…”

Your eyes caught sight of two officers that had stopped in their tracks to stare at you. It was clear what was going through their heads. One looked on with disgust because of how informally you were talking toward the Supreme Leader, the other one stood in fear expecting the Supreme Leader to strike you down with his saber.

“…So, I was hoping that maybe you knew what I’m supposed to be doing, Supreme Leader Ren, Sir…” The pace of your words had slowed considerably and you now took your cue to shut up.

“Right.” Ren ushered the onlookers away while keeping his eyes on you. “Follow me.”

He was away and you did a small skip to stick behind him and tried to keep up with his fast strides. Leading you further and further away from your new room you marked your route on a mental map to make sure you found your way back in case you had to make the return trip on your own.

“Need repairs again, Supreme Leader Ren?” A squeaky voice called out from the room Ren had just entered.

“Not this time. I’ve brought along RN-1799 for her fitting.” He replied.

You joined the two of them in the room and stood behind Ren but far out enough so you could see who he was talking to.

“Oh! I expected you sooner!” Said the plump woman with rosy cheeks. She pulled you out from your hiding spot behind Ren and whipped a measuring tape from what seemed like nowhere. “I think you’re going to like the design we settled on. Practical and durable but still stylish, if I do say so myself. Three different sets of armour, your regular set, you’ll get a few of those, then some cold and hot weather sets.”

She led you behind a partition and gestured for you to undress.

“That reminds me.” The tailor continued. “Supreme Leader Ren, the offer still stands. I’m more than happy to make you some warm weather armour. It must be hotter than Mustafar in that set up you’ve got… by the way, sweetheart,” She said turning back to you. “Are you alright with the Supreme Leader here or would you prefer if this was a girls only event?”

You were unexpectedly pulled back into the conversation. Your eyes darted back and forth between the tailor, the partition, and Ren. Ren’s eyes parted from you, he found a seat near the door and busied himself by picking at the armrest.

“It’s okay.” You told her quietly. At most, he’d be able to see down to your shoulders, which if your suspicions were correct, paled in comparison to what he’d already seen of you. As much as it had already embarrassed you to think about, this was the first time he was present while you tried to figure out if your foggy memories of your recovery were real. It felt much worse. Heat bubbled under the skin of your chest, up your neck and across your cheeks.

Once the measurements had been taken, the tailor informed you that your new wardrobe would be ready the next day. Your armour was given top priority. Ren guided you around the ship taking you further and further away from your quarters. In the armoury you received a blaster that was coded to your fingerprint and a few spares that weren’t. Turning back in the opposite direction and passing your quarters, the Supreme Leader stopped at a large window that overlooked one of the hangers.

“See those?” He asked, a gloved finger pressed against the transparisteel. Almost a quarter of the large hanger was taken up by the construction of what looked to be five TIE silencers. “When they’re done you can have first pick.”

The day had started in confusion and it looked like it was going to end the same way. Sure, you felt like you were being led to an answer but you were going as slow as a sarlacc’s digestive system. As much as you enjoyed being in the presence of the Supreme Leader, if you didn’t get answers by the end of the day you felt like you were going to explode.

“What the hell is going on?” You blurted out, losing control of your mouth. Your head snapped forward and you stared ahead afraid to acknowledge your small outburst. That had to be overstepping a line.

“This way.” Ren said. Without looking at you, his hand landed on your shoulder and trailed down your arm until his hand engulfed yours. He was off again and you had no choice but to keep close as he stormed through the halls. You could feel your heart throbbing against your sternum and cursed whoever it was that invented gloves. Their invention had created an unwanted barrier between your skin and his.

The Supreme Leader’s hand dropped yours as you reached a corner. Without being led by hand you still managed to keep up. A small group of lieutenants paused their conversation as the two of you passed them. Most avoided eye contact though a pale one with dark hair seemed like he was too scared to look away.

Moving around another corner and out of sight of the lieutenants, Ren reached his hand back toward you. There was no way he was offering it for you to hold, right? His gloved fingers grabbed at the air, motioning for something to be placed in them. Your pockets were empty, you had nothing else to give but your hand. You sped up so you were close enough and tenderly touched your fingers to his. Without hesitation his hand wrapped around yours again.

Ren’s pace quickened again and you assumed that he just wanted your hand to make sure you kept up with him. Him dropping your hand before was probably just to avoid those lieutenants from gossiping. The Supreme Leader couldn’t get involved with an ex-Elite TIE pilot. Still, there was no harm in you imagining the two of you together. His hand squeezed yours a little tighter, no doubt to make sure he wasn’t losing his grip, and all your focus went to trying to force the corners of your mouth from curling upward.

“You wanted answers?” Ren asked, dropping your hand, as you came to a stop at the door of a conference room. His mouth twitched upward ever so briefly as your eyes met his. “This is where you’ll get them.”

Tags: @marvelanimelover @sophiatomlinson23 @secretlygrantaire (sorry if I’ve missed anyone, I definitely need to keep a better record of people who have asked)

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #got a bit of plot that needs to be gotten out of the way #so sorry about the lack of fluff

87 notes · View notes

pendulumprince · 7 years

Text

Folks, we need to talk about Ai.

*sigh* look at my lil gumdrop

What I’m about to say is something I think most of us already know, but I haven’t seen anyone put it into words yet, so I figure I might as well. This is, I would argue, Ai’s primary (if not sole) motivator thus far.

Ai is attention starved.

To get the obvious out of the way: this is why Ai is so dramatic and out there---hell, why he’s constantly talking. He just seeks out any attention he can get, even if it’s the negative attention of people telling him that he’s annoying, or calling him stupid, or telling him to be quiet.

But I believe while Ai will take any attention he can get, he specifically wants positive attention. And the more he wants validation from a specific source, the harder he’ll try to get it using one particular method: he goes out of his way to help those who treat him poorly, in hopes that their opinions of him will improve.

We’ve seen him do it twice so far, first with a group and then with an individual.

The Ignises

Something that’s always been a minor “question” is why Ai went out of his way to save the other ignises, if they hated him so much.

I have no doubt that it was in part for the Cyberse itself, but we can’t forget, in this act he was saving the ignises as well, because there would be no Cyberse without them. And hell, Ai hardly mentioned the Cyberse in this scene---he talks about himself. He declares himself to be their savior because that’s the way he wants them to remember him. He wanted it so much that he nearly got himself killed trying to get it.

We all know what happens next: Cracking Dragon attacks him. He survives, but is reduced to an eyeball. He then spends the next five years on the run.

Let me reiterate that: he spent the next five years on the run, alone. There were no sentient AIs for him to talk to, and you can bet your ass he never directly reached out to any humans. Hell, couldn’t even move about freely without the fear of being detected.

Before Yusaku “caught” him, this was Ai’s fate: to wander Link Vrains indefinitely. The magnitude of his sacrifice can only be measured by the five years he spent running, alone, presumably with no end in sight. There was no one there to give him attention, positive or negative, and knowing who Ai is he must have been so desperately lonely. This period no doubt fed into his need for attention.

Until Yusaku came. And then comes our second example:

Yusaku/Playmaker

I’ve said this time and time and time again, but: Yusaku has not treated Ai well. This is in part because he didn’t (and still doesn’t fully) believe Ai to be sentient. But he is---and being aware that he isn’t being treated well, you would think Ai might feel threatened into cooperating with Yusaku, but wouldn’t want to actively help him.

And yet, and yet, and yet, consider everything Ai has done for Yusaku:

gave him the d-board

spelled out the dangers of speed duels

tricked him into the Data Storm, his “personal program” (which has since only worked to Playmaker’s benefit)

attacked the Knight Boy who tried to kill him in episode 2

tricked him into meeting Blue Angel for their duel (something that needed to be done)

bit Revolver’s arm off?? And while he only got the data for his body, we know he intended to get more before Kogami’s intervention.

ate the data in SOL’s mother computer, allowing Yusaku to examine it in the real world.

Being an otherwise self-centered creature, Ai’s base motivation for doing all this is clear. He continues to help Yusaku not only for his own protection, but to win Yusaku over so he’ll someday think of him as his partner.

And best believe, on a personal level that’s exactly what Ai wants from Yusaku. We’ve known that since the beginning.

And even the smallest hints that Yusaku is starting to like him simply send Ai over the moon.

Again, very strange that Ai thinks so highly of Yusaku’s opinion, despite everything. But I do believe it’s because he wants that validation so badly, and believes (not inaccuratly, perhaps) that all his work is “finally paying off.”

But it’s not like everyone treats Ai like crap. There are two people who treat Ai relatively well.

Shoichi

We saw it a bit when they took turns busting Yusaku’s balls to pieces in episode 6.

It was a cutesy moment, notable because it’s one of the first times we see someone talk to Ai in a normal, non-threatening way. It’s almost strange that it came from Shoichi, since at the time neither he or Yusaku had any reason to believe he was sentient.

And then we also had episode 20, where upon logging out Shoichi tells Ai that he did a good job eating all of SOL’s data. And just look at Ai’s reaction to that.

Shoichi (to Yusaku): “Well done.”

Ai: “All thanks to me~!”

Shoichi (to Ai): “Yeah, you did great, too.”

Ai: “HOORAY! He praised me! Hooray! Yeah!”

It’s comparable to when his and Yusaku’s opinions “matched for the first time”; you can’t say that Shoichi’s opinion doesn’t mean anything to Ai. But what’s notable here is that Ai and Shoichi aren’t close. What Shoichi’s done and said to Ai so far hasn’t been anything above and beyond. But look at how excited Ai became at Shoichi’s very mild praise. It meant the world to him, because he wasn’t expecting it.

... but there is one person he has come to expect it from.

Roboppy

There are several reasons why Ai is more endeared to Roboppy than to Shoichi:

she’s a fellow robot

she does “many secret things for him” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ai has to share Shoichi with Yusaku, while he has Roboppy all to himself

Roboppy is still a “dumb AI”.

Praise from Shoichi came as a (obviously very welcome) surprise, because he’s intelligent and intelligent people typically don’t take well to Ai. But Roboppy is another matter entirely. It’s curious why Ai would take a sexual (and arguably romantic) interest in her, despite her programming only going so far.

But the truth is: her lack of intelligence is what makes her appealing to Ai, at least in part. This isn’t to say she can’t become more (I’m only half joking about #ComradeRoboppy), but she’s the only person/AI to date who hasn’t been able to see through Ai’s bullshit.

Just look at this past episode: she blindly believes most of what Ai tells her. She genuinely thinks he’s popular and cool. And this may be why Ai hasn’t improved her programming yet, why he says he’ll only make her “a bit” smarter: because if she “opens her eyes”, she may not think so highly of him anymore. Roboppy could easily become just like the other Ignises, or Yusaku, or Ghost Girl, or any of the other people who’ve put him down his entire existence. Why would he risk that? Why not keep Roboppy who she is, more or less?

To be clear, Ai’s history of rejection doesn’t make line of thinking okay. And I’m not saying Roboppy is a bad character/unworthy of an intelligent partner, she’s just limited by her programming rn. But until we see evidence to the contrary, I see no reason not to believe this is the basis for... whatever it is that they have.

In conclusion:

Despite all his bluster, and assuming he isn’t just oblivious, all of this says Ai is a deeply insecure creature. He’s willing to go to self-jeopardizing extremes to garner validation (the ignises, Yusaku), and when he does get that validation he’ll seek maintain it, even at the hinderance of it’s source (Roboppy). He doesn’t have a single healthy relationship in his life; at best they’re based on unhealthy power balances, and at worst we have reason to believe he’s been exploited outright (if the speculation on how SOL treated the ignises turns out to be true).

So I think Ai’s as-of-yet unspoken character arc will involve him getting past all this, and learning how to make connections with people based on mutual respect. That it’ll happen with Yusaku is a near-guarantee, but I’d like to see it happen with other characters too, such as the ignises (whenever they return), or Roboppy, of the other Charisma Duelists (once they get to know him). I have faith in our lil guy. He can do it ;)

31 notes · View notes

birdysnow · 7 years

Note

Who is your favorite OC? Pls share their backstory I must know👀

to be honest it’s totally Devon. I’ve had him sinceee about the 6th grade, and he’s been concrete since about 7th grade (I’m almost a junior!). He’s so important to me :’). Whenever I feel sad I just work on him or write about him and it cheers me up real fast.

haha his backstory is a loooong, complicated mess. I literally went on an 1.5-2 hour rant about his backstory at a sleepover once, it was ridiculous how long it took for me to talk about him. I actually wrote a response for this ask yesterday, but it got deleted I hate my life. It was soooo long because I wrote it in the way I speak. You’re probably getting a lot more than you bargained for :’). I’ll put it below the cut so everyone else doesn’t suffer.

im gonna use bullet points bc i like them and theyre shorter

note: universe is like. sci-fi. there’s space stuff you know

full name: Devon Mateo Westmore

born: August 16th

a leo!!! do with that what you will

as far as parents go, they’re kinda dicks basically

Devon was a complete accident and he’s kind of treated as such

they’re pretty neglectful?? they really dont give a crap abt him frankly

they’re more interested in making bank with their jobs and turning up

has a sister who’s like graduating or smthn. she’s old. her name’s Lucía.

she also could give less than a crap about him and had a similar experience with their parents; just wants to be free and have no attachment to this rando baby

is a total Problem Child™ during school because of his messy life, just wants attention and love really but never really gets it

universally hated by teachers all his life

high school is especially rough he is a disaster

he’s basically like party all day every day bitches bc is parents are never home/probably wouldnt reprimand him for going out anyways

he drinks a lot, does drugs

he bangs a lot of people irresponsibly. A LOT of people.

is a player tbh he will flirt with anyone. very pansexual.

makes a lot of (bad) friends 2 fill the Void™ and does a lot of illegal things

anyway fast forward to when he’s like 17-18 and school’s like yep time to graduate!! and hes basically like

but he does graduate in order for the story to move forward

but now he’s like careers????????

all he’s kind of enjoyed is music throughout high school but he’s like thats not what i want to do.

yolo, he probably says to himself one day. I’ll just join the military and become a space pilot because thats what I wanted to do when i was 8

so BASICALLY i haven’t figured out how I want this space military to work but he ends up in like an academy (he’s like around 19ish) or smthn

this is where he starts to like chill tf out tbh

he discovers that he likes this a lot?? and he’s like dedicated to it???

a lot of like. coping happens and he has to figure out what kind of person he wants to be and recover™ himself

but yah he does well and he ends up being valedictorian nice going m8

basically if you’re #1 in your class you get the opportunity to go to this like. school/training thingy. and it’s very exclusive but if you like graduate from their you’re like. set

its like harvard except you could die there

yolo, he thinks in yet another life decision he really shouldn’t be taking lightly. I want $$$$ so i’m about to make that place my bitch

he does not make that place his bitch

he suffers so much

by the end of the year/2 years he’s there, he does pretty well

He makes a bunch of good friends, and he gets a ton of experience. he’s really good because of it, as to be expected

while there the top of the class is this girl and her name is Adella

shes my daughter

Devon likes her but she’s like super stand-offish and he’s a party kid so he’s like

“hard pass.”

but he has like mad respect and he thinks she’s chill

the feelings mutual

anyways like RIGHT before they graduate she gets recruited to this special program because she’s top of the class and like disappears he never sees her again

sike

but not for a while at least……………

so like fast forward he’s like 23 maybe

he’s got a good job, he’s living it up really?? he’s just like pretty happy all around he has a life, an apartment, friends

he gets an email from this girl and she’s like yo

I’m Tamara, my mother passed away recently but I discovered that our parents are apparently siblings?? I never knew I had a cousin, I heard you live in the area and I was just wondering if you wanted to get to know each other

and hes basically like damn if i’m about to pass up this chance!!!!!!!!

Tamara works as a programmer literally one (1) city away

basically they just?? end up getting along really well?? Devon spends a lot of his off days hanging out with her

he’s so ecstatic to finally have someone who’s his family like she treats him like a little brother

probably Tamara also has a younger sibling, their name is Calix. they work as a doctor and dont see Tamara often but the two are close regardless

they’ll be important later but for rn they’re not relevant

anyway, at some point they make plans for Devon to meet Tamara and he ends up at her work

and she’s chilling with this guy who is absolutely

fucking

gorgeous

Devon’s sure he died, right there, behind a goddamn cubicle,,

he’s frantically trying to think up something suave to say (are you the only tennessee no– wait–) when Tamara notices him

she introduces him to her hot friend, his name is Shay

Devon tries to play it cool

“Hey would you mind if Shay came w–”

“NO NOT AT ALL I WOULDNT MIND”

they go out for lunch

he chills out a little bit on the way enough to be his usual self

Shay mistakes flirting for good-natured joking

Devon suffers

They exchange numbers

cue pining

Shay continues to be oblivious

He has to be told point blank by Tamara whos like “Please, for the love of all that is good, fuck him go on a date with my cousin.”

“Has he been asking me on dates every time he takes me out?? every time??”

I love Shay so much u dont even know

Shay is basically a really pure and happy person, literally nothing can get him down ever he’s just trying to live his best life

he’s everything to Devon, he’s so sunshiney and nice and Devon has just been through some stuff and his life is going well and now he has been blessed with this beautiful, perfect boy….,,,

it’s not like Devon has never dated anyone before, most of his relationships have been purely physical but he’s been in romantic relationships w people

but this is like. it he knows it.

they date for about a year, everything’s fantastic

and then

things are heating up politically, and Devon’s in the military so they need him somewhere else

right now everyones living in like?? around india somewhere and they need him in like. canada.

hes understandably upset

he’s gotta move. acROSS THE GLOBE.

he’s not going to break up with bae but they’ve got to talk through this like Adults™

so they talk through it

and Shay’s basically like

“fuck no, i’m moving with you idiot

did you think you were just going to move away from me bench?? sike”

they move in together

I used to have their apartment layout drawn up on homestyler but they reset the system and it’s gone into the void so i’ll have to remake it :’)

so now they’re moved in which is super great everything is popping

remember Calix? they’re relevant again

basically, Calix has been dating this girl for a while now and they’ve gotten serious but their relationship is not working out because she is a mess tbh and they love each other very much but they are not good for each other

Calix isn’t emotionally receiving or helpful he’s very blunt so they end up splitting up because she doesn’t need a relationship

Said girl is Adella

Adella is a mess basically

the program she was recruited for made her very successful, very well known in her field and in a lot of ways, among common people

but downside is there was a lot of government dirty work she was kind of pressured into doing

there’s also a lot of hush hush skirmish’s that have been occurring that she had to stop

she’s been struggling with depression for a lot of her life and she has PTSD so when her contract is up she decides to take a break™

her and Calix’s relationship kind of falls apart but she’s friends with Tamara and she’s like I need to leave somewhere and get out of this messiness, i’m going to move back home (Canada)

Tamara is like

LIGHTBULB DING DING DING

she doesn’t think that Adella shoudnt be on her own, she wants someone to supervise her and make sure she doesnt accidentally starve or smthn

she has the best intentions but she kind of tricks Devon and Shay tbh

“Hey you guys got an apartment with an extra room?? Can you take in my friend for a while, she’ll pay rent, she has a job she’s just trying to find a nice place to live but she needs to move to the area rn”

the two of them are like “yeah sure lol sounds legit tammy we ly

Adella shows up on their doorstep with the intention to live there for like 2 years

cue Shay internally flipping his shit over this lowkey celebrity whos going to LIVE in HIS APARTMENT DEVON DID YOU CLEAN THE KITCHEN

Devon is not phased

he knows Adella from school so he’s just kind of like hey its u whats banging girlie

he basically just treats her like normal and she is so appreciative

basically they become SQUAD i love them and thats the beginning of my story and thus ends background

i’m sorry this was so long i tried so hard but i got carried away. double sorry for taking so long I have like 3 end of school projects due rip me

Thank you so much for asking!! I can’t tell you how much it means to me :’)) If you made it this far through my story I applaud you. thanks for reading!!! Feel free to message me if you have any questions

#ask #mine #im shook this happened im still dazed that anyone cares about my garbage children #i love my son so much #cheater157 #my ocs

4 notes · View notes

shattered-rp-blog · 6 years

Text

Congratulations, Mipsy!

You are accepted as Yelena Belova, welcome to the family! Sorry for the delay, we were busy yesterday but we can say we loved the app from the moment we read it! It’s good to have more villains coming up to add to the bunch and I bet Yelena is gonna bring some trouble to many of our beloved characters. Please make sure to send in your account in the next 48 hours and follow every step on the checklist.

(This is the Yelena anon!)

App Form - Canon

OOC

Name: Mipsy

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age (You must be 18 or older to participate): 26

Timezone: CST

Availability (with a short explanation): I’m not currently working, but I do keep myself busy by job hunting and other activities in my day to day life. I am already in one other rpg, but that’s about it. With my life rn, I’d say I can get on at least 4 days out of the week, usually at nights (cst).

Do you have any triggers? Sexual crimes against children, Animal abuse, and Rape

Full Name: Yelena Belova

Second character choice (if there’s any): N/A

Alias: (The second) Black Widow/Adaptoid

Affiliation: Villain

Age (16+): 32

Faceclaim: Léa Seydoux

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Character quote: “I am the first student in history of the Red Room to surpass your marks. I may lack your experience, but I am your equal or your better in every other respect.”

Why do you want to play this character? (Write as much or as little as you like and fangirl as much or as little as you like): I’d heard about Yelena Belova as Natasha’s rival, but I never knew much about her. Ironically, it was a post on Tumblr, or more comic book art of her and a general background I read, that interested me in her. So much, I wanted to try her out. She’s patriotic to her mother Russia, and she’s highly skilled spy, but she’s just not as good as Natalia. She’s not as experienced as her. She’s obsessed with beating her rank, she wants to be the better Widow, the best Widow, and I’m already in love with Natasha so it works! But she is naive, young in personality since she’s been sheltered by the Red Room, I don’t think she could think of any life besides them. And she liked it that way ( at least for awhile anyway ). And I just love this so much?? But, I’d love to explore her as a person, for her to get to know herself. For her to see her other options other than her life as a spy, but still combat them, because I’d still like for her to be a villain/nuetral with things! and of coarse for her to get into the middle of what’s going on in the rpg!! All just to lead her back to Natasha.

Biography (3+ paragraphs, you can use the skeleton to help you):

Rooskaya

Her life before the Widow Program, none of it mattered now. When Yelena was fifteen years old, she was recruited by the Red Room to be the next potential Black Widow. The same academy that the Soviet’s trained the first Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. Once it’d become clear that their beloved Widow had defected, the Soviets knew they had a lot of work to do with Belova. And so that is where her story, begins.

She was originally spotted for her exceptional physical condition, high marks on their IQ tests, and her talent in gymnastics. The KGB meant for her to succeed her predecessor, despite the program’s success. Their perfect spy failed them. So, for years Yelena was trained under a strict regimen by the trainers of the program. During her training, Yelena scored incredibly high on her tests. But instead of being proud about it, she stated Romanoff had scored better, under the same tests. She hated to be lesser than a traitor who deserted her country.

Pale Little Spider

The Red Room was her home, the little spider trained under for a decade. They fed her, clothed her. They played their vicious mind games on her, brainwashed her. Taught her how to fight, how to bleed. How to kill, and how to blend as a spy. She’d all but forgotten her life, before. One particular trainer she came to view, as a father figure. Pyotr Vasilievich Starkovsky, a Lieutenant Colonel who taught the new Black Widow hand-to-hand combat, weapon use, and knife work for over a decade. A trained hand in hand combatant, he was her main instructor. She’d become close to him, and Starkovsky too considered her like his daughter. Though Starkovsky started to develop a strong sexual attraction to her, as she grew, and it became his obsession. Yelena never thought anything of it. Yelena was starting to feel inferior and inadequate to her predecessor, but as much as wanted to defeat her, Yelena undoubtedly idolized her. Even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself. While Starkovsky’s deviant behavior found a substitute in a brothel with a woman named Petra, a look-alike of Yelena.

What happened next, Yelena doesn’t exactly know. Starkovsky was dead, killed by Petra. Belova was shattered by the news, and confused by the loss of her father figure. She’d been told Starkovsky had been stealing secrets from the Black Widow program, and Yelena decided to investigate, on her own. In the end, Yelena killed Petra, and proceeded to accept the role as the new Black Widow. Belova would go on to never know that the entire ordeal, and the brothel’s owner and the other woman in the room, Nikki was an exercise. And part of her graduation test.

Part Widow Part Adaptoid

Her time as the Black Widow was short, but not without making it’s bite on the various people who mattered. For years, she’d completed intelligence missions for the KGB under the moniker Black Widow. Though her efforts, and partially the name, were overshadowed by the scarlet Widow. The real Black Widow. Yelena worked in the dark. The only people who learned that there was a second Widow, were her targets, and others who kept tabs on her. But the world knew of the Black Widow as a superhero. Natasha Romanoff, the Avenger. Yelena watched the movements of Natasha and the rest of the Avengers, through the years. And she waited. Shadowed by her predecessor once more. Seeing her face on the screen, fueled her obsession and drive to beat her, and be the only Widow that still represented mother Russia.

Around the same time, Yelena had gone on another routine mission. This felt routine, but it wasn’t. She almost died from it. She’d come out of it with a badly burned body and beaten, a mysterious figure dragged her out to an undisclosed location. Hospitalized and brutally disfigured, they offered her another chance at life. She didn’t want to die, so Yelena said yes. The mysterious figured revealed himself to be a representative of HYDRA, and brought himself a team of agents from an organization he wouldn’t name. They were trusted to perform the operation that transformed her into something else, something similar to the creature known as Super-Adaptoid. Her Adaptoid abilities were very…unique. Unlike any spy the Soviets ever created. And so Yelena was reborn, and took up the moniker of their latest creation: Adaptoid.

Adaptoid

Her time with the Red Room, deteriorated. Cut all ties with her contacts, and to this day, Yelena doesn’t know if the Red Room still exists or not. She’d rather not ask, or know. She’d given every piece of herself to the Academy, it broke a part of her to leave it in the past. But that meant another young girl could be training to be the next Black Widow. To take her place, and that meant the Red Room was after her. Just like Yelena was after Natasha, but Yelena had more pressing matters to attend to. A debt had to be paid to HYDRA, and to the unknown organization that successfully transformed her into the Super-Adaptoid. She doesn’t know who they are, what they are, or what they’re after. So she puts her trust in HYDRA, and follows their orders instead. Though the unnamed organization keeps their hands dirty in Yelena’s buisness. Studying their little ‘ pet ’ project, and Yelena has yet to find out what they’re really after.

With the onslaught of the mission in Lagos, Nigeria and the Sokovia Accords, Yelena is finding it increasingly difficult to complete her current mission: find and gather further intelligence on the Avengers. All of the Avengers. That includes Natasha Romanoff, but Yelena has her own plans for Natasha…and the Soldat. The Winter Soldier. As a villain, she didn’t have to sign the Accords. And she could care less about the mutants and their Registration Act, despite her abilities to be considered one. She tries to be careful because of it, because of all of it, she has to be aware of what’s going on to complete her mission. But, above all, she wants to win against the first Black Widow, and settle the title as the Black Widow once and for all.

No mission is above her.

Ships: Yelena x Chemistry

Para sample (in character): (Removed for privacy)

Additional (optional): It can be anything extra about the character, Myer-Briggs? Horoscope? Favourites? Headcanons?

As the Super-Adaptoid, Yelena is able to copy the superhuman powers, abilities, and technological enhancements (ex. armor) of those around her. But from the strengths she copies, she also copies their weaknesses. Simply, she adapts. The extent of the Super-Adaptoid’s abilities are still unknown, and is very experimental, as the secret organization continues to study and record data on Yelena. The Adaptoid is in it’s early stages, so she’s only able to copy superhuman powers ( includes enhancements, ex. super strength ). She can only hold one power at a time, and the time limit varies. Because of this, it’s very sporadic. She’s very sporadic, until she learns to fully control it. She must remain close to copy their power, within at least ten feet. After that, she can freely use it. Much like the Super-Adaptoid, Yelena must be able to see and scan her opponent. Which is why she has a special headgear, much like a spider’s eyes, that scan her subject and begin to copy one random ability, to her body. At times she can choose, most times she can’t. She’s also capable of copying the appearance of her subject, or small parts of them, but this stage hasn’t developed yet.

Yelena’s been using a new identity, ever since she stepped foot back in America. For this assignment, she’s been given the identity of Bella Yolkov: A Russian-American, born in the United States, graduated at the top of her class, and became a successful businesswoman. Handling her work between numerous American companies. The French-Russian name was a play on her own name, with her last and first switched. That and Yelena refused to take an American surname. Her hair remains short, bob-cut, and blonde and she speaks with an American accent. When asked, she doesn’t speak any French, although Yelena’s studied the language too. She only pours out her Russian around those she knows. Occasionally, in casual conversation, usually with those who speak Russian too. Her personality is still strong, but much more friendlier and conversational, even seductive, if need be. Just as she was taught, in the Red Room. Yelena will blend in, however that may be.

Wanted connections: Natasha Romanoff, James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers, Yelena/Avengers ( Since she’s undercover, if that’s not too much to ask ), Madame Hydra, Yelena/Villains, Yelena/HYDRA agents

Questions or requests?

I did take several liberties with Yelena’s bio to keep it closer to the comics, explain what she’s been up to, while also trying to merge her into this rpg. But if you need me to change the bio or anything, just let me know and I’ll try my best to fix anything! This includes the identity headcanon, because if anyone recognizes her ( besides probs Nat and James, if they do ), I don’t know if I’ll be able to use it.

Also, excuse my Russian. I’m trying to find different places to translate it.

Thanks for reading my novel my app!

#marvel rp #marvel rpg #comics rp #literate rp #lsrpg #accepted #submission

0 notes

selflovinalicia · 4 years

Text

For one city to change your life, it has to be pretty magical. Little did I know, three years ago, when I chose to transfer to Ohio University to pursue a degree in Spanish Education, just how much magic this little city in Southeastern Ohio had.

I didn’t have a traditional senior year, not in the slightest, and, if I had it my way, I’d be getting ready to graduate right about now, probably reminiscing on college memories with my friends. Instead, I’m crying at my desk in Chicago. Funny how life has different intentions than our own. Despite this, I still have a lot I want to say to that magical city before I’m technically a graduate.

There’s so many people, restaurants, homes, dorms, etc. that I could thank but there aren’t nearly enough words in the English language to thank each of them for all they’ve done for me… but I’ll try.

To Adams Hall, when I first moved into my dorm on August 25th, 2017 I was absolutely scared out of my mind. Going away to college once was a lot to handle… but twice! I didn’t think I could do it. Thankfully, room 143 blessed me with the absolute best roommate a girl could ask for and to this day is still one of my closest friends. Although we didn’t talk much junior year [no thanks to either of us], I’m so glad we rekindled our friendship senior year because a friend like Olivia only comes once in a lifetime. If I ever need a late night run to Walmart for a fish or to find a roomie if I ever move to LA, Olivia is my girl. Thank you Adams Hall.

#gallery-0-19 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-19 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 50%; } #gallery-0-19 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-19 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

To the Patton College of Education, I never knew if I wanted to be a teacher… If I’m being honest, I’m still not 100% sure and now I have a degree! Nevertheless, you gave me some of the best professors and classmates to prepare me to become a teacher. Anna, Paige, Sara, and Maddie were the biggest help in getting me across this finish line. Long nights of group projects, studying for exams, and the longest portfolios ever were made possible because of these people. Anne Scott, however, is the real reason I’m ready to be a teacher. No one has ever believed in me the way Anne does. She is a gift to this university and I’m so fortunate to have met her. Thank you PCOE.

To McCracken Hall, some of my latest nights were spent here. As much as I hate to admit that, they were. Thank you for being arguably the best and nicest building on campus with the best study rooms which definitely got their use out of me. I’m glad to never use one again, but I appreciated the resource when I needed it. Thank you McCracken Hall.

To the Office of Global Opportunities, most college students don’t get to study abroad once, let alone twice. I’m forever grateful for both my Spain trip as well as the COST program and learned more about myself and the world abroad than I ever did in any classroom. Thank you for giving me Mary, Allyssa, Kayla, Rory, Alejo, and so many others. You don’t meet people as good as them very often. Thank you OGO.

To Donkey Coffee, I spent a lot more time here than I ever did in any class [or anywhere for that matter]. From CHAARG coffee dates, to Sunday study seshes with my gorls, and even first dates, you were always there with a red iced tea and a vegan chocolate cherry cookie when I needed one. I’ll be back one last time to spend all my donkey points 🙂 Thank you Donkey Coffee.

To Boyd Market, I mean… where do I even begin? I met some of my best friends through this on-campus job that I only applied to because OU claimed it was the most vegan friendly place on campus. Some of my best times were spent inside of Boyd Market from finding dead birds behind Smooth Moves, writing the newsletter, making Tik Toks, register 1 tea parties, and of course WORKING [on occasion]. I never would have met my Boyd bestie Olivia, which would have meant I would have been drunk a significantly less amount than I was. To the Boyd student leaders, thank you for welcoming me into the group, always being down to hear gossip, making Tik Toks, taking pictures, and going to PigSkin and Overhang. I’m forever grateful for all of you. Thanks BM 😉

To CHAARG, thank you for saving my life. I was in a terrible place when I got to OU and you really helped me get out of it. Not necessarily by yourself, but by giving me mental health resources, my best friends in the entire world, and an all around lovely [usually] community to send wine drunk videos in the group chat or make fun of myself whenever deemed necessary. Thank you for teaching me how to be a leader and deal with shitty people. Thank you for teaching me how to take a stand for what I believe in and to never back down. I am who I am today largely due to CHAARG and I’m forever indebted to this wonderful org. Thank you CHAARG.

#gallery-0-22 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-22 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-0-22 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-22 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

To 14M, the best apartment and roomie combo you could ever have hoped for. I treasure our nights spent in the living room watching The Good Place [much to Liz’ shagrin], listening to our good vibe playlists, and our Homecoming and Santa Fest gatherings. I wish we could have built the gingerbread houses. Sorry I spoke to the ceiling in Spanish 😉 Liz and Anna, I love you both. 14M, keep the next gen girls in good hands. [also I included Kelsey in this section and you know why hehe].

I’m including kelsey in this and you all know why hehe

To my gorls, I know we all aren’t the closest right now, but that doesn’t change how much each of you mean to me. All five of you helped me make it through college in one piece thanks to our donkey dates, Biddle study nights, every CHAARG event, post CHAARG dins at Shively, the choffice, and Harbour the Band concerts. Kenzie, I’m so excited for you to go to LA and make it big in the film industry. Don’t forget me when you’re famous. Jess, you’re going to be the best journalist to walk this planet and I’m glad you’re following your dreams and not going to Law school rn. There’s always time to be Elle Woods another time 😉 Hannah, you are one of the most kind and beautiful souls I know and I’m honestly honored to be your friend. I’m so proud that you’re graduating a semester early and I know no matter where you end up, you’ll succeed at whatever you do. Grace, oh Grace, I’m sorry I didn’t follow you back when we were bolt babes lol but look at us now! I’m so proud to be your friend and to cheer you on from the sideline for all of your victories from LVNG Limitess, By Her For Her, BackDrop, Cincy Mag, and whatever else along the way that you take on. You’re going to be a phenomenal journalist and I can’t wait to keep reading everything you write. Finally, Sami, I’m not too sure what happened to us but I’ll always consider you one of the best friends I’ve ever had. From bonding over One Direction, to you being in my small group, to getting a job at Boyd and everything that went with that, I’m always glad that I was in your life for at least a bit, even if that’s over [I honestly don’t know if it is l o l]. I love all five of you with my whole heart and I’ll never forget any of you. Much love for my gorls.

#gallery-0-24 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-24 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-0-24 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-24 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Finally to Athens Ohio, five semesters in the best city is not nearly enough. Thank you for packing my five semesters full of great people, places, and memories. Athens has truly shaped me into who I am today and I would be nowehere without at least one of the things I mentioned above. Although my time in Athens is coming to a close, I’m fully prepared for wherever the wind takes me. Thank you for that, Athens.

Much love, Alicia

A thank you letter to Athens, Ohio

A thank you letter to Athens, Ohio For one city to change your life, it has to be pretty magical. Little did I know, three years ago, when I chose to transfer to Ohio University to pursue a degree in Spanish Education, just how much magic this little city in Southeastern Ohio had.

0 notes

randomuser678 · 7 years

Note

16 dr

Yay! Another one already, I’m feeling so famous rn!

16-If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

Well firstly I’d make all of the characters gay, and that’s it.

Ok, but seriously, I’m not really sure there’s a specific thing I‘d change, like, I don’t know what I hate the most out of all the writing choices that were made in DR, so I’m just choosing a more recent event in the franchise, like, the DR3′s ending that almost everyone says that it’s overly positive and unrealistic, and I agree, I really feel like Kodaka was just trying to end that arc just so could move on to his next project, and as a result the ending felt rushed and stuff, everyone is tired of hearing that so lemme think of something else.

Well, I really wanted to see more of the ultimate despairs doing more despair stuff, we only got one scene of despair and that’s it. And most of the despair designs just didn’t work for me, I know maybe that was the point, like leaving their actions ambiguous and up to interpretation, but I wanted to see how their personalities translated into their despair forms, it would be really interesting to see how they changed and how their backstories played into their despair forms, like seriously pretty much all of them have a tragic backstory, and I wanted to see how they were afected by it, like how we saw Tsumikan snap out on the third trial and I really could see her becoming that because of her past and I wanted to really know their despair forms in more detail, especially Sodaboy.

And there’s also the ending of DR3 again, where all the SDR2 charas came back to life and on their old clothes too.(And I’m pretty sure at least half of those clothes are school uniforms, so things make even less sense now). Like, I wanted them to get new designs, Kuzu lost an eye, Ko lost an arm and nobody else lost any body part apparently, nobody else acknowledged any bad thing that happened when they were despairs, that’s why I felt disappointed, they could have at least made some changes in their designs, like how they did with Saionji and Ko, to show that they’ve grown from their past selves, that the period they were despairs really affected them, that the whole new world program thing and the killing game had some affect on them, but all of them seem just fine and health, even the disarmed guy and the baby cyclops.

So yeah, these were the main things. Here, have another less serious things that I would change if I had God’s power:

I’d make every character gay. I’d actually use the sdr2′s cast to something, ‘cuz since they were all brought back to life, they should actually do something with their lifes. I’d stop using the formula ( on third case two people die, beefy character dies on chap. 4, etc). I’d make Ishi one of the survivors. I’d put more Sato in DR3 and SDR2, cuz why not. I’d make more SDR2′s characters disabled after the dispair thing. I’d have Haga to do something with his talent (Like talk to the dead dr1 kids, even if that sounds dumb). I’d actually put visible muscles on the atlhetic girls (’cuz Aoi, Peko, Muku and Kanny have no muscles at all). I’d stop just teasing/baiting gay realtionships and just put a gay couple already. I’d give the guys more fanservice scenes.I’d put more ghosts, ‘cuz why not. I’d do stuff with those DR:AE characters who were close to the dr1′s gang. I’d have some guys to wear shorts and some girls to wear pants. I’d give Sodaboy more character development outside of his FTEs, and some others too, but mainly Sodaboy. I’d make things school/island mode gayer, especially school mode (like Broken Diamond would want to build a house to live with Makutie, 11037 wanting to date Makutie, Haga straight up asking Makutie in marriage, and other things that I cannot think of rn)

So I guess that’s it, I think I needed to vent a little bit. Sorry if my english isn’t that good

Again, ask me anything, I really like writing and I really need to vent, and I just noticed that now.

#answered #fandom tag #me #danganronpa #dangan ronpa #my shit

0 notes