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ichiruki · 2 years

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Don't know if you got same question as this ... But I want to ask can you explain why relationship between Rukia and Ichigo is romantic not friendly and show moments which actually shows how they have romantic feelings for eachother?

** you can ignore it if you want ... But I'm new here and in the fandom too so I had questions 😶 **

That’s the beauty of Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship! They love each other in many ways and since very early on. I think the Fullbring arc really cemented that they also love each other romantically because after having time apart we see just how much (and how fondly) they think of the other... and how nobody else comes close.

Chapter 424 is Ichigo telling us what’s been going on since the battle with Aizen and every panel is full with the calm life he’s living except when talking about not having powers. To me it suggests he has a lot of feelings about that fact and, given the size, he tries not to think about it too much.

But when we get to the panel about Rukia there’s so much empty space it takes up half the page. It’s presenting itself as the heaviest thing on his mind after the battle; not being able to see her.

Also, (this is just a theory) seeing this in color makes it look like the panels are connected up to this point... like if he thinks too long about what happened he’ll eventually think about her. “Now I don’t have any soul reaper powers” changes the subject to Karin. “It’s been 17 months since the battle” changes the subject to school. “Ever since then Rukia hasn’t come to KK once” the scene ends and transitions to one about missing her. It’s like Rukia is always in the back of his mind and after all this time it’s easier to avoid it.

Of course he misses her, but having an excuse for her ready proves how much she’s been on his mind, and outright denying it is so like him. I wouldn’t say this specifically is rooted in “romance” but with other moments we can see just how much he wants to see her again and it really goes beyond what he feels for anyone else.

Take for example when he only mentioned that Rukia hadn’t come to visit him despite having other friends from the SS, especially Renji. In the next chapter he dreamed of them and Byakuya but it’s Rukia that stands out.

She’s singled out from the guys and her panel is bigger, but what really separates her from them is the fact that it’s cropped sooo close to her face. There isn’t even a sliver of her shoulders, Ichigo is really concentrating here. Renji and Byakuya’s presence is enough but not when it comes to Rukia, he seems desperate to see her again.

Being a protector is literally in Ichigo’s name so losing the power to do so was hard on him, anyone could see that. Orihime was glad at first but ultimately had to ask Rukia to figure out a way to get his power back and Chad could barely look at him since he lost it. Chad goes on a little bit more about how wanting to fight/protect those around him makes Ichigo who he is, and while that’s definitely correct what comes next suggests that there’s something more important.

Love is subjective. Riruka drew her ability out through her love/adoration of cute material things and the happiness it brings her. Orihime persevered because of the love she feels for her best friend Tatsuki who always protected her. Chad manifested his ability because of the pride his family (his grandfather, who he loves) instilled in him. Fullbring can be activated with love that is familial, platonic, or even with a hobby/inanimate things.

Saving his sisters from the same monster that killed his mother wasn’t enough to activate his fullbring. Helping Orihime, Chad, and Uryu, his friends, also wasn’t enough. Being strong enough to hold back the equivalent of 100 thousand blades in the form of a ginormous, fiery bird wasn’t enough either. Apparently it doesn’t even slightly trigger it.

Remember when I said Ichigo was avoiding Rukia? She was present in each event he thinks about. Of course she isn’t the most important person in each scenario, but even in the moment he saves her life he doesn’t picture her face like the rest of them. Him doing that cements the fact that he’s trying to hold back thinking about her... until he can’t anymore.

The power comes all at once when he finally thinks of her. Just her.

At the end of the SS arc we figure out that what Ichigo wanted most when he saved Rukia was to see her smile again, and because of the power he gained for her sake he was able to do that; because of power he was able to save so many other people, too. The thing is, he remembers her in the moment he lost his powers; not one of the times he saves her or she saves him or the result of any of that. He began training for fullbring to protect the people important to him but it isn’t being activated by those bonds and instead by the pure desire to see her smiling again.

Putting everything together tells us that he loves her romantically; if his fullbring isn’t being activated by his platonic or familial bonds or the pride in having the power to protect them there is only one type of love that separates her from the rest.

We can keep going... with a liiiittle bit on Rukia, too.

Seeing her for the first time in 17+ months literally stopped the rain and put light back in his eyes after he lost his power AGAIN with the people he’s closest to turned against him. He was bawling his eyes out, more powerless than he’s ever been, and unsettled about his dad and Urahara’s sudden appearance, but she immediately put him at ease without any effort at all.

He believes in her right away just like she does in him. Like she always does.

When Rukia gets the chance to fully think about how special and strong Ichigo is, both in strength and heart, we see her in complete awe.

If she was simply proud and or amazed by him she could have replicated the smile she had at sokyoku hill when she felt his power “flowing into her.” The expressions on her face here (off the top of my head) are completely new and softer than ever. It looks like her own heart skipped a beat —

— It skipped just like time does when they’re seperated.

The arc opened with Ichigo wondering if he can keep up with the speed of the world without her and just about ended with this poem, “When the two that share destiny part and reunite, beyond the frame of time, the ceased clock will awake and start to tick once again.” Ichigo and Rukia are incomplete when they’re apart and are at their happiest when together.

When remembering her happiest moments during her fight with As Nodt, Rukia thought of Ichigo the most. When fighting Yhwach and remembering his most despairing moments, the night Ichigo lost Rukia to Renji and Byakuya comes second after losing his mom. The emphasis on their bond is consistent throughout the story and even until the last chapter.

If Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship was supposed to be strictly platonic the amount of content we were given would have to be cut in half. Cut down on the anime fillers/openings/endings, the movies, the musicals, the color spreads... the poems about the other person, the speeches about how one feels about the other, the emphasis on their shared trauma and the fact that they saved and helped each other overcome their misery, the overwhelming feeling of wanting to see the other person happy, Ichigo’s parents replicating his and Rukia’s first meeting, “The Love and Destiny Ichigo Inherited,” the partings, the reunions... Y’know, put all the ships on an even playing field, but that’s not what happened.

Ichigo and Rukia have the kind of relationship that was said to be “more than friends” since the second arc. 200 chapters later when they spend over a year without seeing or even speaking to each other we can see how they spent that time thinking of the other and more than anyone else. Time goes on but their bond will never break, and they don’t deserve anything less.

#bleach #ichiruki #meta

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nothirstonmain · 7 months

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Hii, just saw your blog and thought id make a req

I was thinking of something like PV cookie(pure vanilla), stardust cookie, and the prsk boys x fem! reader imagine who loves to steal their clothes and where them, but theryre sneaky abt. Like soemtimes char will randomy notice their clothes go missing, then when they visit readers house, they notice them snuggling in their oversized(for reader ofc) clothes. Also one time they gave them back their clothes bc 'it didn't smell like them anymore'

-lemonade

[ONCE AGAIN I am tapping the "I never have and never will write for fem!reader, i am here to represent us non-women" sign. regardless i'll do this just as gn!reader kk ty hands you This]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on like 4/8 of the characters here. sweats.]

♡ PV doesn't think about much I want to believe. ♡ He just has his mind on the Vanilla Kingdom a lot and also his mind is imagining fluffy scenarios of you and him but shh ♡ So when his clothing starts going missing he doesn't really think much of it ♡ He'll just shrug and pick out something else, it's fine! ♡ However when he finds out you're the culprit? Oh he thinks it's adorable! ♡ Hope you can handle LOTS of compliments, cuddling, flirting, etc. He will drown you in it. ♡ He offers buying you clothes in his size at some point ♡ He'll gladly take back any clothes to put his scent back on them, too. He wants to keep his beloved happy!

♡ Stardust doesn't have many comfy clothes I'd think. Better get creative ♡ He notices missing clothes immediately. Barely anything escapes him- ♡ He goes to ask you about it first, only to find you wearing what he was looking for ♡ Awkward silence for a few moments. Both of you staring at the floor. ♡ "Did you miss me or something..?" ♡ He doesn't really get the appeal of stealing his clothes, but he'll indulge you anyways ♡ He may buy more comfy clothes just for you to steal. Nice! ♡ He doesn't mind all that much, he does feel a bit more at peace when you give the clothes back though..

♡ I like to think Ena steals his clothes too [if i can steal my dad's clothes then Ena can steal Akito's. okay??] ♡ So when something goes missing, he immediately goes to Ena ♡ It was his favorite hoodie, cut him some slack! ♡ But when he searches her closet and under her bed and. does not find the hoodie. he goes to the only other person who'd have access. You! ♡ Surprise he's at your door ♡ He finds you wearing his clothes really cute so he lets you keep them. For a while. ♡ You have to give them back eventually :( ♡ He does, however, leave his hoodies out more! Win! ♡ Now you're fighting Ena for Akito's clothes. Well at least they're comfy. If he finds out about that he'd laugh

♡ Immediately knows it'd be you because who else? ♡ Doesn't care if you steal them. He does however, much like Akito, also find you quite adorable in his clothes. ♡ Unlike Akito, he will actually say that he thinks you're cute. Autism be damned my boy can be upfront about his feels!! ♡ Will also leave out his clothes for you to steal ♡ Offers to wash them for you ♡ Kind of like Stardust he doesn't get why you like it, but he'll indulge if it makes you happy :) ♡ Bonus, he'll give you his closet if you ask. He doesn't mind, I like to think he hordes hoodies and shirts anyways-

♡ Doesn't notice his clothes are missing for a while, his mind's more on his shows and impressing you with them ♡ One day he just. Finds you in a sweater. And it makes so much more sense why he stopped seeing it. ♡ Will LOUDLY proclaim that his beloved co-star is looking ADORABLE. to your possible dismay idk. Saki's offering hugs ♡ Will be the type to take pictures of you two when you're wearing his clothes and post it online so everyone can see how cute you are !! He seems so excited it's hard to keep up with him- ♡ Actively encourages this habit, he loves it ♡ Makes lil jokes about stealing your clothes too. He wouldn't though; they're too small!

♡ He would know immediately ♡ Doesn't matter how well you hide it. He Knows ♡ He'll pretend like he doesn't know until he literally can't ♡ Then comes The Teasing ♡ If you're with Rui?? Romantically??? You have to be used to teasing im not sorry i KNOW everyone says it but he fucking WOULD ♡ When he finally catches you in his clothes he smiles ear-to-ear. Oh God ♡ He'll call you so many pet names, bring you flush against his chest, and then coo at you when you inevitably get really flustered and start blushing up a storm ♡ HIS ASS IS NOT PLAYING FAIR !!!!!!!!!!! ♡ He'll hand over his clothes for you to steal any time you want. With the price of him teasing you ♡ He's fine with it. Very fine with it.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

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imaginespazzi · 6 days

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Nivi – hey bestie, you’ve done it again – I wasn’t sure it could get more heartbreaking than the last one and yet!

As always, the writing is- well, it’s everything.

The parallels between high school them and college them was immaculate, and I so wish Paige could have fulfilled her dream of kissing Azzi under the confetti, but alas, maybe in another universe 😉

I loved the little exchange about UConn and California, and how that possibility was always there but Paige could just never accept it.

P and UConn winning the natty this year – it had to happen in at least one universe, so thank you for letting it happen in this one.

Side note: Drew and Paige interactions are always top tier, and very much the type of momentary fluff that I needed to break up the sadness while reading.

Side note 2: I love that I don’t even need to imagine what Azzi wearing Paige’s jersey would look like, but I’m glad ucla au Paige got to experience it too 🥹

The celebration with the team was so cute and of course it would be KK that basically helps break the ice (and her lil innocent “you should bring her around more often” 🥺). Also, all the little moments Az got with everyone else in the team was so wholesome, and ofc queen Nika being a loveable menace who’s always just looking out for her twin.

Side note 3: I love love love the two piggyback moments haha, just because that’s so pazzi core to me idk, I feel like there’s been a lot of photos where Azzi is piggybacking Paige irl, like that’s very much their thing so I adored seeing it incorporated here. But then, the ending. I knew it was coming, but it certainly did not make it hurt any less when we got there. “Fuck,” Paige’s voice is still wracked with sleep, “I thought you left.” “That’s more your style,” Azzi says – this was particularly heartbreaking, but I can’t really blame Azzi, even if P is trying so hard to make things right.

Overall, I may or may not have been tearing up throughout the entire chapter, and it somehow hit me even harder the second time I read through it? I think that’s just testament to your writing tbh.

Thoughts on what’s next:

Do things finally start getting better? It can’t get any worse, can it? (famous last words) 😅

I did wonder actually, whether you’d have them win or lose the natty, only because if they did win which obviously they did here (thank you), could that maybe change P’s mind at all on declaring or not?

I’m guessing she obviously sticks to her og decision and stays, and so I’m super intrigued on what might come next for them.

Like will they try going back to being just friends? Even though they’ve already tried and failed and knowing that would never be enough for Paige. But can they really not be in each other’s lives??

Will they try seeing other people again??

Summer’s coming up in the timeline and they’ve never spent an entire summer apart, so what will they do this summer? 😔 Or will we have a big time jump?

So many questions, and only you have the answers, Nivi.

Favourite lines/quotes:

The moon shines against Azzi’s face and Paige thinks that so much has changed, but Azzi’s still that kind of beautiful

“Do you know what my answer would have been?” “Yeah,” Azzi says softly, squeezing her hands, “yeah I do.”

Alternate lyrics that came to mind while reading:

Talk about our future like we had a clue. Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you.

In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world.

Oh, and in honour of your love for Taylor, a Taylor lyric that came to mind was specifically this:

And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home - mainly from the perspective of Paige getting almost everything she’s ever wanted, except the thing she wants most.

PS: I don’t really listen to Taylor’s music much anymore (nothing negative, just a shift in my music tastes these past couple of years!), but if there’s anything you think I should definitely give a listen to from her latest album, let me know!

As always, thank you for all you do for us. Have a wonderful weekend 💗

Much love, -🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie, one thing about me is that I will find a way to make it worse! 🤪

Thank you my sweets, it always means the world <3

I'm glad you caught that because I wanted to hint at the idea that it wasn't just a random decision of Azzi's part to choose UCLA and that she'd always been considering it.

If I can add Drew and Paige interactions, best believe I will find a way to do it. That's another relationship that's so precious to me.

Shoutout to the one anon who asked for Azzi to wear Paige's jersey in the universe as well because I took that and ran with it so I hope they liked it, because I liked their idea (come say hi!)

The team scene was one my favorites to write honestly, especially just in general KK is so fun to write because she's so fun and I need my chaotic family (Paige-Azzi-KK-Ice) to be a thing in every universe.

YES the piggybacks are just so Pazzi-core and I know this is an au but I like to take things from what we already know about them and just tweak it to keep some semblance of realism. Also piggyback are just really cute and Paige seems like the kind to beg literally anyone to carry her anyways

Things will get better because I actually don't know if they can get worse (actually they probably could but it might be hard to come back from lol) but things getting better is gonna take a lot

See if Paige changes her mind and declares, things become easy for them with her going to LA and I'm not in the business of making things easy for them lol

You think I have the answer to these question but truly what I write is just as much a mystery of where my inspiration will take to me as it is to you. So we'll see but we're on the ascent upwards, so no more other people lol!

I LOVE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY SO MUCH!!

As for Taylor, the new album's pretty good babes if you wanna go listen! Lowkey a lot of the songs work pretty well with this fic lmao. But my favorites are loml and Fortnight I think.

Always love your detailed takes on the new parts and just seeing you in my inbox always makes me smile <3

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #maybe i'll go start part 6 tonight and go back to being a good updater lol (don't trust me ever actually)

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puella-peanut · 8 months

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Hi ☺️ I was wondering, how did you get into Silverusso?

So, I didn't get into Silverusso. Silverusso got into me.

Y'know, like how you get infected by chicken pox as a kid, and then once you get it you're immune to it? That didn't happen to me (I was vaccinated)--or actually, only the first part happened to me. I got infected Big Time with Silverusso fever, and Lord knows I shall never recover!! (I don't wanna either.)

Anyway, back in Ye Olde Days, I grew up watching the KK movies. (Well, I grew up watching KK1, and watched the other two once or twice at most, also the Hilary Swank one, since I disliked all after 1, lol.)

Anyway, Daniel LaRusso was my childhood, tween, and teenage girl-self's love (which in itself it So Very Odd because I never liked small little pretty boys, always going for ones that were older and looked far more rugged (lmao, like Kreese) or even handsome, tall, and sophisticated (like Terry, LOL)--ANYWAY--so when I heard of Cobra Kai, I KNEW I HAD TO WATCH IT. Then I saw the trailer for season one, and I thought it was gonna be trash, so...I didn't. Oof.

What got me to watch it? A very shallow reason.

I saw the trailer for season 4, and oh my gosh, is that TERRY SILVER?? Looking so TALL AND HANDSOME?? SILVER FOX DADDY??? And that was it. I was HOOKED.

I started off shipping Lawrusso (their AMAZING chemistry in season 1 and 2, but especially 1, is still fantastic!), but even while I liked it, I was slightly bored by it. Meanwhile, I was reading more and more on Terry, looking at all his scenes in season 4, spoiling it for myself, and loving every second. TIG was magnetic, he stole every scene he was in with his demeanor, his charm, his dialogue, the small little quirks of body and build--and that strange, sensual, unholy, tension soaked and oddly flirty chemistry he had with my baby boy, Daniel....oh boy. OH BOY!!

Silverusso stole my heart from the moment they shared their first interaction at the dojo. I watched that scene over and over even while I was still making my way through season 2. The CHEMISTRY between the two of them--off the charts! Daniel has more chemistry with Terry in this one scene (and of course the convenience store scene) then he has with any other character in the show, even his wife, Amanda lol. What the shit!

I mean, even when Terry and Daniel didn't share the screen with each other, their presence in the other's life and what had come of it some 30 years hence was undeniable and tangible. There was a...heat, an intensity. A dark caress across time. A shadow. It was alluring. Mesmerizing. The way Terry and Daniel bounced off each other, how easily triggered by their other they were despite trying to be composed and rational about it (well, at least Daniel lol). Insane. Illegal!

I hadn't fallen so hard for a pairing since Reylo (tall, dark, dominant and sinister Kylo Ren/Ben and brown haired, brown eyed tiny, pretty, spunky and sassy, tempted-by-the-dark-side Rey from Star Wars--another pairing that shares a LOT of similarities with Silverusso!).

So, I finally re-watched KK3 as soon as I finished season 3, and. Holy shit. The Silverusso was ONCE AGAIN OFF THE CHARTS. I totally forgot that Terry got into this zany scheme for Kreese, because once Daniel LaRusso got roped into this stupid plot, it was like the boy pulled something beyond everything else outta him. Ridiculous. Crazy! This goes way beyond cocaine, if you ask me.

I had so many questions--why is Terry so obsessed with this boy? Why does he stick so close to him all the time? Why does Daniel turn to putty at the sound of his voice, a touch of the hands? WHY IS TERRY SO TOUCHY FEELY?? Why does he look at Daniel Like That? Why is he such a Wolf to Daniel's naive Little Red? Was this intentional? If not, why does it come across this way? Ahem. It just goes on and on. And on.

I did NOT recall it being this dark and sensual as a little girl. Was this normal in family movies from the 1980s? (It's not.) If this was actually a good film (because let's be real, this movie is garbage lol), one made for adults, it would definitely be a dark, perhaps tragic coming of age/first love story. It had and has all the elements--it was simply the execution that made it fall so short, sadly.

But yeah. Ship for the ages here, folks!

#in which i respond to your inquiries #silverusso #terry silver #daniel larusso #sweep the leg

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moregraceful · 1 year

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tagged by @tapejob thank you friend!!

what book are you currently reading? - so many my god i am fully in start-and-never-finish mode. i'll say how to do nothing: resisting the attention economy by jenny odell. i like it - a lot of what she says really resonates as someone who grew up in the bay area and went into a field other than tech

favourite movie you saw in theatres this past year? - i have not been to a movie theatre since like 2018.

what do you usually wear? - jeans, a sports shirsey of some sort, and a sweatshirt (usually hershey bears, sometimes sf giants or be a good person.) i'm always like this is the year i level up in style!! and then i don't. but beryl gave me their red wings and docs so i am doing a little better in that regard

how tall are you? - 5'2"

what's your star sign & do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? - matthew tkachuk, rat bastards only

do you go by your name or a nickname? - kasper, kas, it's all good. i have a couple friends who call me kk like the animal crossing guy.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child? - no lol i wanted to be an archaeologist. i can't even be like, i'm happier than i ever thought i would be :) bc baby kasper just wanted to dig in the dirt for bones and frankly nothing compares to the rush of digging a hole in my mom's garden bed

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? - no

what is something you're good at vs something you're bad at? - good at being kind to others, bad at being kind to myself

dogs or cats? - i find both creatures fascinating but most of my family is allergic to cats so i'll go with dogs

if you draw/write/create in any way, what's your favourite picture/line/etc. from something you created in the last year? - i wrote way too much last year to the point that i get comments and kudos on fic i forgot i wrote. but i have been thinking abt the cale/devon presents fic a lot lately, specifically what the future of that universe would be, so:

“It’s a hell of a life if you can live it to the fullest,” says his Uber driver, abruptly. “Otherwise, it’s just hell.”

“I got a good life,” says Devon. [...] “I have no complaints about how things are turning out for me.”

“Good,” says his Uber driver. “That’s good.”

He pulls up in front of Devon’s apartment building. “Stay safe,” he says. “It’s a wild world out there.”

what is something you would like to create content for? - i'd love to write baseball fic ever again, but the vibes are on my team are atrocious and i don't know enough about other teams. i'd also love to do more art/fanart in general, but i have hard time being publicly bad at stuff even though i know that the only way you improve is to keep doing it

what's something you're currently obsessed with? - as of this month i'm on hockey fandom year 5 so i guess that. and i'm still on that watsonville sourdough

what's something you were excited about this past year that turned out to be disappointing? - hard to feel regret about my life in the last year. there's a lot of things i would and should have done differently and there's a lot in my life i want to change, but nothing really disappointed me i think

what's a hidden talent of yours? - i used to be a really good singer. pure soprano, incredible ear, strong head voice. [avatar voice] then everything changed when i started testosterone

are you religious? - yes and i honestly wish i wasn't sometimes bc being christian is so embarrassing like 95% of the time. but sadly i love jesus

what's something you wish to have at the moment? - blue jasmine tea ice cream. think i might go get some tomorrow as a reward for getting my tasks done

tagging whoever wants to do it!!! i love to hear your thoughts!!!

#fresno oilers.txt #the only 5% of the time being christian is bearable is either when i am deliberately ignoring the jesus fandom or singing hymns with my mom #the rest of the time i'm out here staring at conservative evangelicals like why are you so embarrassing. this is so embarrassing.

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hms-tardimpala · 2 years

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I love Cobra Kai, it's my Cringey Bad Show With Moments Of Brillance™.

(long-ass gushing/rant and spoilers ahead)

Cobra Kai requires constant suspension of disbelief, it doesn't have the best pacing, half the humor is horrendous, the character writing is often stupid as shit, it's such a dumb show!

It also has insanely satisfying setup-payoffs, good dramatic irony, it's at its funniest when it's self-aware and laughing of itself, which it does gladly, and it goes to the trouble of giving you gray characters who go through multi-seasons arcs to better themselves (or the opposite). It's such a fun show!

And very importantly in today's media landscape, it pulls off being the necromantic resurrection of a beloved 80s franchise. It could easily have kept the black-and-white naive, squeaky-clean tone of the Karate Kid movies, but it said "Fuck it" from the first episode. It respects its KK roots but expands on them, adds depth and layers it didn't have to. Does it always do it well? Hell no. But seriously, this show didn't need to make that effort. With its premise, it had no right to be that good.

Obviously the show leans heavily on nostalgia, but it manages not to be a total nostalgia fest and brings some interesting things to the table.

Now, having just finished S5 (a lame season, but which had moments that made me cheer and curse out loud), I want to say how much I love how dark CK can get.

Like, it starts easy. A bullied kid, some teenagers slugging it karate-style at a school dance, a tournament to tell who's the winner. Then the brawls get less and less funny. There's slut-shaming. More kids get involved, more get hurt. A teenager gets his spine broken in his high school staircase. This is more the real world than KK, so you've got kids going to juvie for their actions, others who are scarred and traumatized for life.

Then the show goes further. Adults are involved in this now. They beat each other up directly and by proxy through children. There's breaking and entering, destruction of homes, arson. An adult sexually harasses a teenage girl in a precarious living situation. Vietnam veterans' trauma and domestic violence get discussed. There's physical and psychological abuse and manipulation left and right, between adults, between teens, from adults to kids. A grown man destroys another's hard-earned mental health because he feels lonely. There's assault and attempted murder. Kids breaking each other's bones in public settings.

And season 5! The violence keeps escalating. It's the only language some of these kids know by now. And the adults who taught them are just as traumatized and wrapped up in it and they can't stop either. There's arson again, people's lives are getting ruined by what started as a petty rivalry. A teenager is forced to injure herself to prove her loyalty by a group of adults who won't let her leave. A man teaches a child a karate strike that can break a ribcage and suffocate an oponent, and the only reason it doesn't happen is the child in question isn't strong enough yet, but he tries. You've got a sword fight and a man left to bleed out in a pool. A group of four men trying to beat one to death because they've been ordered to. A guy gets his finger cut off. Constant child endangerement and serious injuries that are ignored, and the psychological toll of all that isn't even acknowledged by the characters most of the time.

And of course all ends well, wounds heal and nobody dies, and it's not even gory, but still, it gave me the chills. As someone who enjoys on-screen violence immensely, it's very rare that I wish said violence would stop. That show is unbelievable, ridiculously over-dramatic, cheesy, and also too fucking real sometimes. Like a guy who's always laughing and making jokes, and one day he has too many drinks and lets slip something that reveals how much trauma he's suppressing.

I love this show and these characters. Out of this huge ensemble cast, there's only one character I haven't changed my mind on from the beginning and gone from hating or loving them to the opposite. (and it has great ships for all tastes!!)

Anyway, season 5 was awfully bad. And I enjoyed it. I'm done talking about the karate soap opera on this tumblr for a while, I think.

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 5 spoilers #karate kid

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themahakgupta · 2 years

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Remembering the voice that inspired many Indian love stories

If you were an Indian coming of age in the late 1990s and early 2000s, chances are the song you loved in high school was by KK.

He died at 53 last week. It's still hard to believe we'll never hear another KK song.

KK was one of India's top playback singers. His ability to portray the deepest, happiest, and most sensitive moments through his music made him the voice of a generation.

Many fans grieve the loss of not only a superb singer, but also "an unexpected friend" whose voice was an emotional link to their past.

"KK was like a friend who understood us. His melodies codified love and friendship in music, "Friend said.

KK began his three-decade musical career singing advertising jingles. He sang Tamil, Telugu, and Kannada. His work in Hindi films made him a successful singer.

His emergence coincided with the arrival of MTV and Channel V in the 1990s, when Indian pop music, often termed Indi-pop, was rising in popularity and bringing vibrant new voices to youthful audiences.

KK's new and vibrant songs set him apart. While Bollywood was cranking out romantic ballads, KK's early singles like Pyaar ke Pal, Yaaron Dosti, and Chod Aaye Hum Woh Galiyan spoke of friendship, life's fickleness, and melancholy.

"Tomorrow or not, we'll remember these loving moments. Come along. Life's brief, so don't overthink. If we unify tomorrow, we'll be lucky. We'll remember these times even if we don't "His smooth, agile voice soared in Pyaar Ke Pal. The song became a party anthem and a college festival staple. It highlighted the generational difference and the millennial emphasis on friendships. His superhit Koi Kahe Kehta Rahe from Dil Chahta Hai cemented this reputation.

This 2001 film is viewed as a turning moment for Bollywood, setting the foundation for stories of young Indians who sought more than their parents. KK's voice expressed the need perfectly.

KK's ability to portray young adulthood's anxiety and dissonance made him relevant to millions of Indians who had previously chosen Western music.

KK sang some of Bollywood's most renowned love ballads. KK has a unique blues-rock appeal with racing electric guitar and juicy bass sounds. Pritam and Vishal-Shekhar were among his best collaborators. KK's music introduced audiences to unashamed messiness.

He taught us it's alright to cry and be broken. Fans said his music helped them feel less alone. Song after song, he sang of overcoming heartbreak "She wasn't mine, yet I loved her. Still, something lingers."

"We all adapted to KK's voice. We felt like every song was created for us "Friend: Bollywood spans every type and medium. KK visited them all.

The singer was versatile. One minute he'd sound sullen and agonised, the next moony and hopeful "Aaj kal neend kam khwab zyada hai, lagta khuda ka koi nek irada hai... patthar ke is rastey par phoolon ki ek chadar hai. On this rough route, flowers blanket me)."

His voice occasionally reflected anguish and unrequited love. This was stated in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam's Tadap Ke and some songs from Jannat: "Tere he liye tujhsey hun fanah, jannatein kahan bin huye fanah" His voice comforted us at 3 a.m. when we were grieving over a breakup and during joyous city rides.KK was rebellious. He never studied classical music, a requirement for most Indian musicians, because he "wasn't made out for it." He was an unusual rockstar: meek and bashful in interviews, he transformed on stage.

Fans say seeing KK live is like experiencing a moment of the singer's beautiful sensitivity.

"He was communicating sentiments, not stories," a college fan explains. "His clear emotions made him relatable - 'he gets it, he gets what I feel'

The melodious curves of KK's voice caught a myriad of feelings: the flutter of young romance, the unexplained giddiness of holding hands for the first time, the enormous weight of grief, and the relief that comes with acceptance.

KK was the solution whether you were happy, sad, wistful, discouraged, or passionate. His voice and songs were never enough. Someone said, "We all have KK memories." "Like his music, he's immortal."

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haniehae-archive · 3 years

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My Favorite Dino Moments for @jonghan

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#svtcreations #thesvttown #svtsource #svtgifs #seventeen #dino #my bby #anna.gif #seventeen gifs #dino gifs #kpop gifs #lee chan gifs #this was so hard kk there's so many more moments that I love but this are the ones that made the cut kkkk #thanks for the request yza! hope you like it!#yza 🤍

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u posted a snippet of a comic where kakashi was coaxing tenzo to take off his anbu mask, i was wondering if u would ever post the full comic? it seems so sad and sweet and id love to have the full context of why tenz was keeping the mask on and why kk was afraid that he was doing so? if not its okay!

AH i'm surprised you remember that!!!! that feels like ages ago...back in may, i think?

i will post the full comic one day, but i have to ink it and muddle through a color palette first! because ive been so busy, i haven't had time to work on it so the pencils are still at 4/12 pages, but i can share with u what i have atm bc it'd be good to refresh my memory too. be warned obviously that like, these are pencils and not a finished, ready-to-consume product, so many things may be unclear! I'll add a little elaboration of my thoughts at the bottom of each one that should hopefully help!

page one. the top of the page and the box right below it are going to be flat black—the implication that Kakashi is speaking into a room which has no source of light. In the second one, Tenzō's pose is unclear, but he's curled up defensively into as tiny of a ball as he can manage, like a pill bug, even his speech bubbles fall along the outside of him, like he's trying to use them as another defense. In the third, we have Kakashi from Tenzō's POV. He's just opened the door, is standing tall and somewhat rigid like he's expecting an attack, taking in the situation. In the fourth and fifth panels, Tenzō sees this, and turns away, becoming deeply embarrassed that he's come to Kakashi for help at all, and that somebody he respects so much is seeing him in such a "pathetic" moment.

This is the panel you referenced—you can see by Kakashi's posture (low to the ground, loose limbs and no longer stiff or anticipating conflict, keeping a distance between he and tenzō) that he's not actually scared, per se. He's approaching Tenzō with the same gentleness that somebody might use in approaching an injured animal. If he's frightened at all, he's frightened for Tenzō's sake, but mostly he says it because he's having a trouble getting a read on the situation when Tenzō is wearing his mask.

It's true that like, as a former root agent, Tenzō is one of the least expressive people in Konoha, but even still, any movement of his face gives Kakashi more context than the cold porcelain of the cat mask, and walking into an unknown situation with a clearly unwell teammate, Kakashi wants as much context as possible so that he doesn't make the situation worse by accident.

Whether Tenzō complies because he doesn't want Kakashi to feel "scared" or simply because he was given a command is unclear at first, but Immediately after, he starts talking about how he's going to have to be re-evaluated for duty, and how hopsital dodging is a serious problem for a shinobi, etc, indicating that he's not really in a space where he can process emotional consequences very well.

I also make a point of not showing his full face during this page, because a full face will generally ask us to relate to the feelings expressed on the face, and I want those feelings to be as hard to read and unsure as they are for Kakashi in that moment, but I couldn't help but show his eyes when he removes the mask.

Top panel is Tenzo responding to Kakashi's command "let me see it," and him stretching his injured arm out for Kakashi to examine. The second panel should have Kakashi's hands gently grasping Tenzō's. Kakashi doesn't go into his space, and instead asks Tenzō to come into his, so that Tenzō can take his time if he needs it.

Idk, with a shinobi that's Going Through It, pushing their boundaries before they're ready is a good way to make their situation worse, or end up with a kunai in ur gut, so it's not something kakashi's gonna do. It's also, not coincidentally, the first panel we see Tenzō's whole face in (though it's still tilted away), and are therefore asked to try and imagine his feelings.

The next panel where he's observing his shaking hands is almost normal, but then the second he goes right back to covering his face with one of those hands and apologizing, stumbling in his attempt to be open. The two blank panels after that should have Kakashi looking directly at Tenzō, and then looking back down at the wound he's inspecting, and giving Tenzō the verdict "You'll be okay." (i know the speech bubble is low there and looks like it's part of the lower Kakashi panel, but I'll fix that in inks).

Then, like a record caught in a scratch, Tenzō just keeps apologizing, like he's forgotten he can do anything else. Kakashi mistakenly assumes it's because Tenzō thinks Kakashi's mad at him (Tenzō does not think this, both because Kakashi is rarely mad at all, and certainly not at him, and because he doesn't have the emotional space or skills in this moment to consider that Kakashi does feel any particular way about this situation)

Kakashi, who is trying his best but sucks at this kind of thing, is getting frustrated with the apologies, and uncomfortable because it feels like they're directed at him, even though they aren't. It's an unbearably uncomfortable position for him to have somebody apologize so profusely, especially somebody he sees as a trusted teammate and friend, and especially for something that's so clearly out of their control. He doesn't want it.

So, frustrated, he redirects. "What happened on this mission to fuck you up this bad?" the only real indicator of his frustration is that in this sentence his language is more coarse, where before he'd been very placatingly careful, and the expression he makes at Tenzō's arm.

He's thinking "well, this sucks and we're not getting anywhere with it, so I'm just going to ask what happened and get it over with."

Then we see Tenzō's full face again as he takes in the question. Around here, when I add color, the page will begin to shift green, and lighter green near the bottom.

Then, as his hair begins to lift, as though it's floating in water, with a blank face Tenzō will say that he doesn't know what happened.

Then, turning to fully face Kakashi (or us, the viewer) for the first time in these four pages he will correct himself, and say "nothing. nothing happened." But he will be green, and much like within the test tube he was raised in, he will be unclothed and his hair will be floating. The first time we're fully asked (by his direct eye contact) to understand and relate to his feelings, he will make it very clear to us the viewer (and Kakashi who is with us, listening to Tenzō say nothing happened when Clearly Something Happened) that the world he's experiencing for the moment is at odds with the body he's sitting in and the room he's sitting in it with, and that's why he's having such an incredibly difficult time processing anything.

#yamswers #shikaemaru #long post #very fucking long post #comics #tenzō is as unaware of the test tube he seems to be floating in as he is of the room he's sitting with kakashi in. maybe moreso honestly #and even as something is clearly telling us Yes Something Happened via the green and the test tube cues #tenzō is vehemently trying to deny it because it doesnt make sense to him #ANYWAY there's eight more pages of this in the works #one day they'll be done LMFAO #i hope i explained this all well? i get very in my own head about comics bc theyre my easiest mode of thinking through things #and so i can forget what makes sense to other people

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callmearcturus · 3 years

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okay fine here is a collection of moments i love from LRHS

hey guys Arc did it again, she wrote so much her arm got a little messed up, so while I am trying very hard not to stress it more, I scrobbled through a chunk of LRHS to point out moments I like. These are vaguely in order, and all should have timestamps to the relevant part.

This is just Beta Kids/Trolls, I will do the Alpha Kids next because they are stone cold fucking perfection.

Terezi's dumb coin flip with the Narrator having fun too. SHE'S BLIND, REMEMBER?!

This is a small joke, but I love Terezi's delivery here, the AA joke.

This whole segment of Sollux talking to Terezi and then having to deal with Karkat's bullshit. The Sollux VA is honestly so fucking good it's ridiculous. KK DO NOT RUN THAT CODE!

KARKAT AND VRISKA, WHEN KARKAT GOES OFF ON ROMANCE FOR SEVERAL PARAGRAPHS. Oh my god. Also Vriska's VA is one of the many that puts in the fucking work and never had a bad line read, jesus fuck.

Okay one of my favorite things in LRHS is the Hivebent Narrator, because they do this little trick where every time they introduce a troll, they emulate that troll's way of speaking for just a moment. Kanaya is my fave.

Kanaya having to deal with Eridan's shit. 1. how the fuck is the Kanaya VA so consistently fucking excellent, 2. HOW THE FUCK DOES THE ERIDAN VA DO THAT WITH THEIR MOUTH? HOW.

Hussie-The-Character stuck in the fucking attic, bc Michael Guy Bowman did an incredible job honestly.

Okay into Act 5.2 now

Rose and Kanaya's 16th conversation. I.... honestly cannot get over the mad-on chemistry here. It's so good. Rose's VA frankly has chemistry with everyone, it's magic.

I need to give more props to Terezi, because what a fucking performance. Giving 100% all the time. Dave at the LOHAC Stock Exchange and Terezi bugging him, love it.

Okay enough bulletpoints for a moment because

THE FUCKING FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY MEMO. LEGENDARY.

This one is long and runs to the end of the video and it's just..... amazing. There's some shit that is delicious in hindsight, like the fact Karkat and Dave wind up together, like that does genuinely make the whole thing 10x funnier, but.

TG: not cool TG: luring me into your cyber boobytrap with shitty clip art who told you my weakness CG: IT'LL WORK, WON'T IT? TG: obviously

This is why Karkat is a good leader.

EB: what's so different about your romance? EB: what's a quadrant? how many do you have? TG: john god dammit stop embarrassing us TG: first of all weve got to be on record here as not giving a shit about that TG: second obviously theres gonna be 4 quadrants come on

Dave's exasperation with John being kind of a dumbass, incredible

also i'm sorry but karkat and dave laying into each other at 29:30 is MY LIFE

TG: oh god stop talking about my lips thats the second time

CG: OH RIGHT, THE BIZARRE HUMAN ANATHEMA OF INCEST, I FORGOT. TG: oh my fucking god TG: please let this conversation not be taking place

legendary.

Rose vs Eridan, jesus fucking christ. "Consider this your first lesson in showmanship." Rose is INCREDIBLE, and Eridan hateflirting with literally everyone is my fave running joke.

honestly the above convo continues directly into Rose talking to Aradia and Nepeta, and honestly ROSE IS SO FUCKING GOOD SHE HAS MAD FUCKING CHEMISTRY WITH EVERYONE

Rose's goodbye to Jaspersprite, fucking end me, i tear up every fucking time, christ. This is a perfect combination of voice acting and music. Godddddddammit.

On the opposite emotional spectrum: Dave vs Equius. Equius rapping. Fuck. Equius is a better rapper/slam poet than Dave by far.

what if i just collect every conversation someone has with rose??? here is rose hasslin her brother.

holy fuck this conversation between karkat and jade

look this is where I'm going to go off on how good the Karkat VA is. they, like Rose's VA, read EVERY LINE like an individual unit. there is thought into every single delivery, and it's DELIGHTFUL. they make some hilarious choices, like I cackle out loud at "PLEASE GO ON, I AM LISTENING TO YOUR PROBLEM" every time.

"NOW, TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS" i'm fucking crying, i love karkat, he's a fucking bitch and i love him SO MUCH.

the Karkat VA has more lines than every single other person in the fucking story, and they fucking BRING IT.

Karkat, Feferi, and Sollux. I love them all. I love Sollux and Karkat's friendship.

I keep going on about karkat but its hard not to, they have incredible chemistry with everyone. I have narrowed down my Favorite moment of Karkat's and its this one. Karkat and Eridan. Karkat has just lost his best fucking friend, and he goes The Fuck Off on Eridan and it's incredible. For all of Karkat's big talk, he's not a very violent person, so seeing him actually truly furious is amazing.

Dave and Aradia, because I...... love Aradia. I think Aradia is the best troll actually? Whoops. (Also the Dave VA can be a little inconsistent, but this log is VERY fucking good)

THIS IS A SMALL MOMENT BUT look This fucking moment, when the Beta Kids' narrator hands off to the Trolls' narrator, and they get to talk about Aradia as she finally feels fully alive, it GIVES ME EMOTIONS

another small moment, Jade is hilarious: "yeah, youre never gonna read this are you" fucking CHRIST

DAVE AND ROSE DAVE AND ROSE DAVE AND ROSE

okay i'm done for now. be back with Act 6 moments bc its the best act

#whomstve #lrhs

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The Ice Queen

So, @long-lost-peace was messaging me and they came up with this brilliant idea that Marinette leaves Paris and transfers to the school that Felix attends. When the class visits one day, they’re shocked to see the Marinette they once knew is gone, and in her place is an Ice Queen.

This is Felinette and my best attempt at doing their amazing idea justice.

Marinette had no idea how she had gotten there.

Well, that was a lie. In all honesty, it had happened so fast. The minute she told her parents that she was applying for the design program in a London school, they were more than happy to help her pack weeks before she even received her acceptance letter. They knew she needed a break from the school and what better way than throwing herself into something she loved?

The train ride was only two hours and sixteen minutes.

Her parents helped her set up her new room in the campus suites and exchanged tearful goodbyes before she found herself alone soon enough. She took it upon herself to explore the new city, snapping pictures and jotting down all of her quick bursts of inspiration that came from the beauty of the sights. When she had returned, she found a small brunette rummaging through her closet as if it were her own.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, but can I help you with something?”

The girl didn’t even bother responding as she pulled out a top, holding it against herself for a moment before shaking her head, placing it back in the closet. Marinette looked down at her purse where Tikki’s head was peeking out in curiosity, their head cocked to side much like how Marinette looked.

“Well, uhm, I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I am assuming you’re my roommate?”

The girl finally looked up from her rummaging, offering Marinette a half cocked smile.

“Ah, you’ve finally arrived. You’re the new fashion major right? Do you think you could help me pick out an outfit that would impress even the most stone hearted person?”

Marinette opened her mouth but shut it just as quickly as the girl pulled out yet another one of her tops.

“Is that a no fashion major?”

Marinette shook her head, trying to regain her voice.

“I’m sorry but could you stop going through my clothes?”

The girl shrugged before stepping backwards, taking a seat on the edge of Marinette’s bed. “My name’s Kayla, guess I kind of forgot that. Anyways, I need your help, new girl. Felix is coming to the party tonight and he’ll never notice me if I keep dressing in the same drab. I need something new and exciting, can you manage that?”

“Kayla! I thought we were going to greet her together!”

Marinette spun around to face the girl that stood in her doorway pouting. Her head was swimming as two girl’s bickered about her arrival, completely oblivious to the shade of pale she had turned.

“-you are just so rude! I mean going through her clothes without her permission? A woman’s closest is an extension of their soul and, hey, Marinette, are you alright?”

Marinette’s eyes came back into focus as she loosened the tight grip she had on her purse. She managed a small nod, before lowering herself into the chair by her desk.

“Okay good, omg, where are my manners? I’m Delilah! And I’m sure you’ve already met Kayla, I’m so sorry in advance, my friend has no personal boundaries and refuses to learn them.”

Kayla simply shrugged from her spot on Marinette’s bed, her eyes still scanning her closet as if willing the perfect piece to fall into her lap.

“It’s nice to meet you both, I’m sorry it’s just, it’s my first day here and-”

“And that’s perfectly okay! You take all the time you need to get ready for the party tonight and if you need any help at all, Kayla and I are right down the hall! Let’s meet in the living room at 7 so that we can all go together kk? Great!”

Without another word, Delilah gathered Kayla’s arm pulling the girl out the door before she could protest, slamming it shut behind them. Marinette waited a moment to be sure no one was going to pop back in before she opened her purse, allowing Tikki to fly out.

“Oh my, they were very lively huh?”

Marinette simply shook her head, a tired smile gracing her face.

“Tikki, I think I need a sympathy nap for Delilah. I mean, she talks so fast and in such an upbeat manner, I don’t know how she can keep that up for hours on end.”

The kwami chuckled, their eyes scanning over Marinette’s room.

“Wow Mari, this room is huge! You can totally keep up like three projects just in that corner alone!”

“I know Tikki! This school takes their majors very seriously. If I remember right, Delilah is a gymnastics major and Kayla is a business one. I wonder how their rooms look.”

“Well, why don’t you go find out?”

Marinette shook her head as she stood, taking the few steps before collapsing face first on her bed.

“Nap first. If I’m going to some party tonight, I need this time to recharge.”

Tikki rolled their eyes at Marinette, opening their mouth to sass the young girl, but closing it instead upon seeing their chosen one already knocked out.

“Sweet dreams Marinette.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Delilah wasn’t joking.

She was already standing in the living room at 6:50, her foot tapping away as she waited for her roommates to join her. She practically had a heart attack when Kayla was one minute late, dragging both girls by their hands down the stairs in full lecture mode.

“-and we’re gonna miss him arriving! You know he always is so over the top!”

Marinette had no idea who this ‘him’ was, but it was beyond obvious that both girls were crushing hard. She tried to remember the name Kayla slipped earlier, but her brain refused to provide it to her. She simply listened intently to their many stories, biding her time until she could meet the mysterious him.

“Ah, we’re here. Quick, ladies, how does my hair look? You know Felix is a perfectionist, he can’t have his future wife with one strand of hair out of place.”

Kayla muffled her laughter with her hand as she helped Delilah brush a few strands behind her ear.

“You know Delilah, he can only be your future husband if he chooses you over me right?”

The girl’s face morphed into one of mock hurt as she placed her hand dramatically over her chest. Marinette couldn’t focus on their interaction though. Instead her head was somewhere else.

They couldn’t mean Felix Graham de Vanily right? She wasn’t that unlucky to transfer out of one school that housed Lila into another that housed Felix right?

“Omg, there he is!” Delilah’s squeal broke her thoughts as Marinette turned slowly to where both girl’s gazes sat. Instantly, she felt her heart stop.

“Hi Felix! Have you met Marinette yet? She’s my new roommate!”

Marinette’s face reddened as she tried to back step and hid behind Kayla, but both girl’s were insistent on showing her off. She saw Felix’s eyes narrow in on her, only confirming what she already knew.

“Marinette right? Would you care for a dance?”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes. What did he have planned? Felix was no gentleman offering the new girl a good time, no, he was a lying and deceitful scoundrel who couldn’t be trusted and-

“She would love to!” She felt Delilah’s hands on her back, pushing her into him. Her panicked eyes shot back to where the two girls stood giving her thumbs up. If only they knew.

Felix led her to the middle of the floor, his hand resting at the base of her back as they gently swayed to the music.

“Dupain-Cheng, tell me, do you desire my cousin so much that you had to move to London in hopes of the distance making him long for you? It’s quite the elaborate plan.”

“Excuse me? Exactly how pathetic do you think I am?”

“Do you want me to honestly answer that question?”

Marinette cut her eyes to the boy’s smug face, every fiber in her begging her to smack that look off.

“Besides, I don’t even like Adrien any more. He chose what was more important to him and in the end, that wasn’t me.”

Felix cocked his head to the side as if seeing the girl in a new light.

“So you’re done with your sorry crush on my cousin?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

Felix’s smirk grew with every passing moment and honestly? It was starting to freak her out.

“Can you please wipe that stupid look off of your face?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he spun her out, drawing her in so that her back was pressed against his chest. His ear dropped down to her ear as her breath hitched in her throat.

“Let me tell you a little secret Marinette. You care too much. Try caring less, it would be a much more fitting look.”

As the song came to an end, Felix released her hand, offering her a mock bow before slipping into the crowd, leaving a flustered Marinette replaying his words on repeat in her head.

It would be a much more fitting look.

She wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. This was only her first night and he was already under her skin. In that moment, Marinette made up her mind. She would avoid speaking to Felix Graham de Vanily for the rest of her time here in London, even if it was the last thing she did. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Unfortunately, her vow didn’t even last one day.

Her roommates swooned over that first night, insisting that she was coming to every hangout as the newest contender for Felix’s affection. She tried to brush it off, tell them she wasn’t interested, but it was useless.

“You two had so much passion when you were dancing, the looks on both your faces, ah, beautiful. Even you can’t deny that he’s pretty!”

Delilah’s words set her fate in stone as she began seeing Felix regularly from lunch dates to movie nights to days out on the town. Their friend group welcomed Marinette with open arms, ready to drag her off at every chance.

When it came to their outings, she almost could attempt to ignore Felix’s smirks and sly comments all thrown in her direction. Her new friends helped her outgrow her fears and insecurities, Felix helped her become better at ignoring and dishing out insults. By the end of her first year in London, Marinette felt better about herself then she had in years.

At least until her teacher pulled her aside delivering the worst news she could’ve possibly imagined.

“Marinette! Your old class from Paris is coming to visit next week and we were wondering if you could translate for them. They’ll be touring our institute before continuing on with the tour of the city and to my knowledge, you are our only student who speaks fluently in both French and English.”

Marinette’s head was shaking before the teacher could even finish her sentence.

She didn’t want to see them again, she had finally gotten to the point in her life where all the damage they had done was gone. It was like a terrible dream, a relapse into her old self. She couldn’t do it, she-

A gentle hand settled on her shoulder bringing her back down from her near panic attack. Sheepishly, she peeked up to where Felix stood, his face unreadable.

“Mrs. James, I would like to translate as well. My cousin is in that class and taught me French quite some time ago. Between the two of us, Marinette and I can take on this assignment.”

Marinette felt her heart skip a beat as she focused in on where his hand still sat perched on her shoulder. What was that feeling of warmth slowly coursing it’s way through her body? No, absolutely not, it couldn’t be.

She watched as the teacher walked away leaving the two of them in an abandoned hallway, a silence filling the space. Slowly, Felix withdrew his hand before shoving it into his pocket, taking off in his usual brisk pace.

Marinette stood dumb founded in her spot, unsure whether to follow when his voice snapped her to attention.

“Come on Dupain-Cheng, we haven’t got all day.”

She shook off her nerves before practically jogging to catch up to the blonde. Falling in line with his pace, she kept her eyes straight forward, even when she felt his fingers interlock with hers. She swallowed hard, willing her heart to stop somersaulting through her body.

“We’re going to face them together okay? We’re going to show them the ice queen that you have grown to be.”

Marinette couldn’t trust herself to speak, instead choosing to nod in agreement.

“Good, after all, this new you is a much more fitting look.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A week came and went and Marinette found herself in front of the school building swallowing her nerves and steadying her face.

Taking Felix’s advice, she ditched her usual pigtails and outfit for a much edgier look complete with a high ponytail and more make up than she cared for. At first, she wanted to argue saying a new look could do nothing for her, but as Kayla finished placing the scarlet red on her lips, Marinette couldn’t stop staring at herself in the mirror.

The girl looking back was beautiful, confident, and most importantly cold. A befitting look for her new title as Ice Queen.

When the double decker pulled to a stop in front of the school, Marinette’s nerves began to swallow her. She wanted to ditch her position, trust that Felix could handle them and hide in her suite until she was sure they were gone. But a certain hand on her shoulder calmed her every frayed nerve as she straightened her posture, willing her face to remain as unexpressive as possible.

As the first of them began to unload, Felix leaned in, his breath tickling her ear.

“After this, they won’t forget you Marinette.”

He straightened back up, his small smile fading back into his own expressionless gaze.

Alya was the first to recognize her, her face contorting into a look of horror as she shook Nino’s shoulder, pointing him in Marinette’s direction. Slowly but surely, the word spread through the class the Marinette was here, waves of emotion crashing down.

Her old friend began to make her way toward where Marinette stood, but Madame Bustier reigned her back in, allowing the guide to welcome the class through Felix’s translation. Marinette scanned the crowd looking for one face in particular but alas she was nowhere to be found.

Adrien was though. Front and center, his mouth agape as he stared at Marinette’s new look. Through the day, Marinette could’ve sworn she counted over a dozen flies that he caught, but that didn’t stop from his hanging jaw.

It was easy work, translating. She would speak as nonchalantly as she could, never making eye contact and always looking as bored as she could. The waves of agitation spilling from Alya almost made her break character several times, but she kept reminding herself that her and Felix could laugh later, now was for taking a stand.

“Alright everyone, take an hour of free time but please, meet back in front of the school at 3:00 on the dot.”

This was the time Marinette had dreaded. It was easy to fake her new persona when there was nobody to face directly, but this was a different story.

As she thought, Alya, Nino, and Adrien made a beeline for her the minute Madame Bustier had dismissed them. Marinette turned around as if she couldn’t see them, hoping she could outwalk them, but instead she came face to face with a familiar chest.

“A queen doesn’t run Dupain-Cheng. They take a stand and fight. Now turn around, chin up, and let them have it.”

Marinette let out a slow breath before she turned back, straightening her posture and narrowing her eyes. Alya collided with her first, crushing her in a hug that Marinette didn’t bother to return.

“Girl we are so sorry, Adrien finally fessed up to us that Lila was lying a month ago and we all tried to reach out to apologize but it said your phone was disconnected-”

“That’s because it was. What makes you think I would want to hear from you now?”

Alya’s mouth blubbered like a fish out of water as she tried to gather her words together.

“Because dudette! We’re friends! And we needed you to know that we’re sorry and that you can come back to school!”

Marinette examined her nails lazily, slightly shaking her head.

“Oh Nino, we haven’t been friends for a while. In fact, I’m only here today because I was asked to translate.”

It was Nino’s turn to gape as he and Alya shared confused looks.

“Marinette, have you spending time with Felix? You know he’s not the best influence, look at how cold he’s made you.”

Adrien attempted to grab her hand, but Marinette pulled it just out of his distance. She felt the fury building up inside of her wanting to explode. She felt an arm fall over her shoulders, lightly pulling her into their side. She risked a small look up at Felix’s face that remained expressionless as he casually pushed Adrien back.

“Marinette! Don’t tell me you’re dating my cousin! I mean, he’s not even your type! I-”

He paused at the sight of Marinette’s playful smile. His eyes widened as she reached up, her hand gently grasping Felix’s jaw, pulling his lips down into hers. The kiss was short, but she swore she felt her head spinning. She was almost positive she would have fainted if he wasn’t already supporting her with his arm.

“But, Marinette, you’re my- we’re uhm-, you and me are friends! You can date your friends’ cousin!”

Marinette felt a smirk pull at her lips at the sight of her former friend’s distress.

“Watch me.”

She turned, ready to walk away, Felix’s arm still round her shoulder, but something stopped her in her tracks. Turning her head back slightly, she managed to make eye contact with the trio, their faces the perfect mixture of regret and confusion.

“Just to clarify. Felix didn’t make me cold, you all did when you turned your backs on me when I needed you the most. A frozen heart doesn’t happen overnight” she paused, her eyes meeting Felix’s, a warmth spreading through her at the sight of pride shining, all for her. “But it can be thawed in one.”

And without another look, Marinette took off, relishing in the feeling of being at her boyfriend’s side.

“Well done Dupain-Cheng, I would be kidding myself if I didn’t admit that I prefer this version of you than the stumbling girl I met years ago.”

Marinette let out a small laugh as she stood on her tiptoes, placing a quick peck to Felix’s now red face.

“I prefer this me too, and lucky for the both of us, the Ice Queen is here to stay.”

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theangryjikooker · 2 years

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For your survey: the very first BTS ship that caught my eye was vmin. Honestly, I still have a soft spot for them and I'll read fics from time to time. My fascination with them has A LOT to do with my own biases, because I'm a sucker for a good ol' Best friends to lovers. They've got a very interesting dynamic, where you can see that over the years they've learned to match each others' energies really well. Also, they do have flirty moments, although the more I watch them, the more I feel like it's more affectionate flirting ("you're so cool and I need you to know you're cool") than hopeful flirting ("I'm flirting in the hopes of getting somewhere"). Idk if that made sense lol. Right now they're more of a brotp of mine, but even when I hardcore shipped them I knew it was more wistful thinking than anything of substance. In fact, in the first few months I tried to watch videos and compilations about most pairings (because, while this fandom demonises them, I feel like they give you a starting point to understand how most one-on-one relationships work in a group, and each group of shippers will know a tiny bit more about that individual relationship than any other shipper) and I kind of had already clocked in on the fact that jikook had a... Peculiar relationship? I kid you not, at first I was like "okay this is what I ship, but these ones? They def Did Something". It was a combination of gcft + some of the more outrageous flirty lines (the 'arrest me' thing had me SCARRED) + the serendipity thing. I had already observed a few of the relationships within the group, and I'd tried to establish in my mind what was the norm within the BTS' system, and I already knew this group had different boundaries than what I was used to seeing, but with Jikook it felt like they often surpassed those boundaries and unspoken rule. Slowly but surely, the more I watched content the more I started to actually ship Jikook, but at first it was a very weird experience lol especially because I had been surrounded by shippers of That Ship Which Shall Not Be Named and 1. I swear I tried with all my might to see what they tried to imply they were seeing, but nada. 2. Jikookers had a very bad rep in the fandom spaces I frequented (to the point where it was the only ship I tried very hard not to focus on, for the first few weeks).

That said, another ship other than Jikook that still makes me go "uhuh, maybe there's Something there" is Vhope. I know some jikookers joke a lot about "ah-ah, since they've done this thing, now t-kk isn't real and Vhope is" but like... Maybe it actually is? I'm not talking about that joke of a kiss they shared, bc that was The Cringiest, (although an interesting fact about the kiss is that Tae said, in the 2014 (I think?) Festa profile that the video that best represented him was precisely that scene). There's this last vacation together in Hawaii, there's the fact that Tae literally made a series of pics and videos about Hobi called "Oh" because apparently the only thing one can say when they see Hoseok is "Oh" (which is very fanfic-y of him, did he mayhaps read about the "Oh" moment in fanfiction?), and there are many different little private outings they've documented over the years that feel a little like dates. (There's other stuff too, but I'm not /that/ into the Vhope rabbit hole and I've already talked too much, I fear.)

Now, all this to say: if I were a betting woman and I had to bet on who is more probable to be in a relationship, I'd put my money on jikook, but if in the end it'd turn out to be Vhope I wouldn't be surprised either.

(disclaimer: even if I don't mention it in the ask, I'm well aware I know Nothing about their actual relationship and/or relationship status. These are just speculations, and I hope I didn't take too much space. I hope you have a good day, TAJ!)

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I love this answer, anon, thank you! I really appreciate you taking the time to go in depth when you didn't need to, but I think you're also the first person who came into Jikook from another ship, which I also find fascinating.

So far, it seems like the majority of Jkkrs (following this blog, at least) latched onto Jikook right away, so reading it from your POV is really cool!

#TAJ asks #darling anon #survey

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dcbutinamrev · 3 years

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kk. it’s ten pm and i wanna read some good stuff rather than write so

“I don’t think you understand what your words are doing to me.”

for historical lams

(take the tone however you wish 😉)

Sorry this is so late! I was exhausted last night when I got this. But seriously. What the hell is wrong with my brain? Why do you do this to me? Lmao. But ask and you shall recieve! Though, I do ask if you'd include a prompt for your ficlet request. (I used the character Mrs. Ford from D&I because I couldn't think of other names to use)

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Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton waits on the porch steps of the house of Mrs. Ford, the house they're currently staying for their winter quarters. Hamilton assigned to make arrangements for the General and his staff as they are on their way. Hamilton stands with his back straight, his head inclined slightly with his arms behind his back and his jaw clenched as his heart thrums against his chest with excitment, fear, anger and confusion as he waits for the return of Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens finally coming home after eight months of seperation due to his duties needed in Savannah.

Over the eight months of seperation, Hamilton has recieved no word from Laurens concerning his utmost question, the one he wishes to learn the truth of. While Hamilton remains with the General, he learns something he wishes he never had. A letter was acciddentally thrusted into his hands addressed to Laurens from a...Hamilton grimaces at the thought...from a Mrs. Laurens. A wife Laurens had never mentioned during their relationship. He thinks a daughter was mentioned in the letter as well. He remembers unfolding the letter at the table in the aide-de-camp office with his friends surrounding him, curoitsity getting the best of him. He remembers reading the name John at the top of the page, his brows furrowing as he hears Tilghman and Meade whisper around him, wondering who it's from as they know it's for Laurens. Hamilton remembers clearly the sound his heart made when he reads: "As your wife." Hamilton clenches onto his wrist, his nails digging into the wool of his coat as he presses his lips together, staring out at the distance from the porch, waiting and waiting and waiting.

He remembers very clearly sitting himself down on his bed that night, the letter still in hand as he tries to make sense of it, tries to process the words before him. For the years Hamilton and Laurens have known each other, for the years they have been together, shared intimacies Hamilton never would have thought, he had always believed Laurens was his. And his only. Not some woman's. He swallows the lump in his throat as he blinks his eyes. He tries to think of what to say when he sees Laurens, when Laurens stands before him alive and real. And home.

Hamilton tries to think of possible arguments that would make Laurens fall to his knees and asks, pleads, begs for his forgivness which Hamilton will make very clear he will not earn instantly. Hamilton sighs as he waits, minutes pass then hours, closing his eyes as he remembers their first kiss, their first late night intimacy.

Hamilton has never felt so betrayed before. Not ever since his father abandoned him and his family when he was just ten.

Hamilton snaps his eyes open when he hears a horse's whinny. He forces himself to smile out of relief when he hears the reigns being snapped, urging the horse to go forward, to go faster. Hamilton stands taller, somewhat nervous upon seeing Laurens after so many months apart. He wonders if Laurens would be the same or if he would be different. He knows what war can do to a man.

Despite Hamilton's anger towards Laurens, he feels the corners of his lip quirk up and puffs out a breath of relief when he sees Lietuenant Colonel John Laurens not even a few feet away from him. Laurens, his Laurens, hunches over, his black boots in the stirrups, his gloved hands clutching onto the reigns as he snaps them again, urging the horse to ride faster. A grin appears on Laurens's face, a few wisps of honey blonde hair drops in front of his brows, hiding those beautiful blue eyes, a stormy sky--no--a clear blue sky. The ones that Hamilton had fallen in love with in the first place.

Laurens slows his horse as he approaches Hamilton closer and close. He dismounts his horse once he comes into view, handing the reigns to a servant who gladly takes the horse. Laurens and Hamilton gape at each other, standing not even three feet away. Lauens laughs dryly when he sees Hamilton's beaming and relieved smile as he begins to climb up the porch steps, his hand on the railing. He takes off his tricorn hat and shoves it under his arm. He pauses on the third step just a third step away from Hamilton.

Laurens puffs out a breath of relief. "Hamilton..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Laurens," Hamilton says, his voice stiff despite the smile on his face. He nods once, his indigo-violet eyes ticking up and down as he watches Laurens climb up the remaining stairs. "It is good to see you again."

Laurens hums and shakes Hamilton's hand once, before squeezing it. "You look well."

Hamilton swallows and nod. "Thank you. You as well." Hamilton gestures to the door. "I shall show you the house."

Laurens pinches his lips, hesitant at first, but follows Hamilton nonetheless. He knows the reason for Hamilton's cold tone, the stiffness he can feel when he's near him. Laurens frowns, wondering what would be the perfect explanation for his errors and lies.

"The parlor here," Hamitlon says once Laurens closes the door behind him, gesturing towards the large living room with a fire place and a settee and a small coffee table. He gestures to their right. "The aide office here."

Laurens sighs, finally deciding now would be the perfect time. "Hamilton..."

He tries to reach for Hamilton's arm but Hamilton yanks it sharply back out of Laurens's reach. Laurens sighs.

"The General in the back and the rooms for us and for General and Lady Washington are up on the second floor," Hamilton says, his voice levelled and stiff.

Laurens presses his lips together and clasps his arms behind his back. "Hamilton, please..."

"What?" Hamilton says sharply, spinning around to face Laurens. He raises an eyebrow expectatly up at Laurens and folds his arms over his chest. "What Laurens?"

Laurens scratches the back of his neck as leans against the railing to the stairs which leads the second floor. He glances up at the stairs before back at Hamilton and arches an eyebrow.

"Might we take this more...privately?" Laurens suggests.

Hamilton glances behind him, expecting someone to burst through the front door any moment before huffing out a breath and turning towards Laurens. He nods before following Laurens up the steps to the second floor. Laurens pushes the door and guides Hamilton into the bedroom, his hand gently on the small of Hamilton's back. Hamilton stiffens at his touch and swallows before scrambling out of Laurens's reach. Laurens sighs again.

"Alexander...Alex...I..." He swallows. "I know what you ask of me..."

"Ask?" Hamilton huffs, turning around to face Laurens, pure fire in his eyes. "Why should I feel the need to ask when I should have been told!"

Laurens grimaces and dips his head down towards his chest. He swallows again, licking his dry lips. He hasn't even kissed his Hamilton yet. And he longs for it.

"Alex--"

"Married?" Hamilton snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.

Laurens jerks his head up suddenly, both eyebrows wide. Hamilton scoffs, well, it sounds more like a laugh. "Oh. Don't think I don't know."

"Alex--" Laurens tries again, but Hamilton cuts him off once more.

"I'm not niave, John," Hamilton hisses through clenched teeth. He pulls out the letter addressed for him from...Mrs. Laurens...and shoves it directly in his face. He raises an eyebrow. "What the hell is this? Why didn't you tell me you were fucking married?!"

Laurens winces and puffs out a breath of defeat. There's no point now.

Laurens hunches hover and rests his forearms on his thighs, threading his fingers together. Hamilton stands before him, waiting. Laurens glances up and then out the window before back at Hamilton.

"I know..." he clears his throat. "I know I have...I have hurt you, Alexander and that will forever be my deepest regret." A pause. "But you must understand, you must let me speak and explain--"

"Explain what?" Hamilton hisses. "That you've lied to me for two years? It's been two years, Laurens. Since we've been together and neither once did you mention a wife or a...my God..." He laughs dryly before running a hand through his dark red curls, blinking his eyes fast and bites his wobbly lip. "A...A daughter..."

"She was a mistake," Laurens tries. This catches Hamilton's attention, though he still bites his lip hard. Laurens stands and inches closer to him. Hamilton tenses but lets Laurens rest his hands on his arms. Laurens dips his head so his forehead is now pressed against Hamilton's. "You are not."

"And your daughter?" Hamilton question. He ticks his eyes up from Laurens's lapels to his eyes. "Was she a mistake?"

Laurens clenches his jaw and shrugs. "I don't know. But I do know I can't change my past actions and...and I was a coward and a fool not to tell you of such truths."

Silence. Laurens smiles and pecks Hamilton's lips once. "But you..." He tucks back a loose curl behind Hamilton's ear, causing Hamilton's cheeks to flush a beautiful shade of pink. "You are not a mistake."

Hamilton shakes his head. "I don't know what to believe, John. I...I thought you only cared for me..."

"And I do," Laurens says. "I do. There wasn't a moment, Alexander, where I wasn't thinking about you. Only you."

"Not her?" Hamilton says, his voice small as he glances up. "Not your wife? Your family?"

Laurens grimaces and shakes his head. "No. I..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair before flopping back down on the bed. To his surprise, Hamilton sits beside him. "I...I thought it would help me..."

"Help you?" Hamilton asks, raising an eyebrow as he sneaks a glance at Laurens's profile. Laurens clenches his jaw and nods.

"I was hurting at the time," Laurens says, clearing his throat. "I've told you of him. Francis?" He fully turns to Hamilton. "Francis Kinloch?"

"Oh, yes," Hamilton puffs, nodding. "What about him?"

"He and I had...different thoughts. He with the loyalists and...and most of all..." Laurens swallows, threading his fingers through Hamilton's. Hamilton squeezes his hand, which causes the corners of Laurens's lips to quirk up before fading instatly. "His diseres to find a wife..."

"All men would wish for a wife..." Hamilton mumurs.

"Not all men," Laurens says. He grins slyly and leans Hamilton down on the bed. Laurens kisses Hamilton passionately, slowly before pulling back. Hamilton giggles breathlessly, tracing Laurens's jawline. Laurens arches both eyebrows as he stares into Hamilton's deep blue eyes. "Not me..."

Hamilton giggles as Laurens leans down to kiss him again. "I would only wish for you."

"Oh, Jack..." Hamilton gasps, letting his hand slide slowly down Laurens's chest towards the hem of his waistcoat, his finger and thumb twisting the button around before he lets his hand slip under Laurens's waistcoat and up his chest. Laurens shivers, not from the cold, but from the caress Hamilton knows all too well. Hamilton's eyes glint and he grins, his fingers from his other hand trailing up Laurens's arm. "I don't think you understand what your words are doing to me."

"Oh?" Laurens says, climbing over Hamilton and grabbing the back of Hamilton's legs, before slowly leaning down towards him. They're noses touch. Laurens raises a suggestive eyebrow. "I don't?"

Hamilton shakes his head, sliding his arms around Laurens's neck, kissing him hard. Laurens grunts but grins, pressing his lips firmly against Hamilton's, deepening the kiss as he dives down, pushing Hamilton down against the pillows. Laurens moves his lips down Hamilton's jaw, therefore causing him to tilt his head to the side to allow Laurens room.

"I'm sorry," Laurens whispers over Hamilton's ear before nipping his earlobe. Hamilton shudders, closing his eyes gently. "I missed you. So much."

"Jack..." Hamilton breathes as Laurens straightens up slightly, allowing Hamilton's legs to stretch out before him. Hamilton sinks further into the pillows, grinning cunningly at Laurens's lost expression.

"Mon bel," Laurens says. "Mon bel Alexandre."

Hamilton smiles. "Mon chei..." Hamilton blinks his eyes, his chest feeling lighter now. He feels something trickle down his freckled cheek. "Mon cheri Jack..."

Laurens chuckles and dives down for another kiss. Hamilton happily kisses back, kissing every angle, every skin, every time they were apart. He does not fully accept Laurens's apology, not yet, but he can forgive him a little bit more.

Afterward, Laurens flops down onto the bed beside Hamilton, huffing and puffing, his face coated with sweat, his honey hair sticking to his forehead, his face red. Hamilton flips around so he's on his side, the bedsheets crumpled around them, their legs intertwined with the other. Hamilton tucks both hands under his cheeks, his dark red hair flowing around him in a sea of red. Hamilton smiles warmly, tucking back wisps of blonde hair that managed to escape behind Laurens's ear. Laurens sighs, closing his eyes when he feels Hamilton's hand upon his cheek, his thumb stroking Laurens's hot cheek.

"John...?" Hamilton prompts, his voice hushed though he has no clue why he feels the need to keep it hushed since it is only them in the room.

Laurens opens his eyes and smiles wider than before, looking down at Hamilton through his hooded eyes. He snakes his arm around Hamilton's waist, pushing him closer towards him so his head is underneath Lauens's chin.

"Alex..." Laurens says.

"Tell me?"

Laurens nods, nudging the tip of his nose agianst Hamilton's. "I am happy...I am happy..."

"Good," Hamilton hums, curling himself against Laurens, his head upon Laurens's bare chest, his fingers drawing small circles between the light hairs.

Laurens grins before his grin falters and he rests his cheek upon Hamilton's russet curls, wrapping both arms around him securely, protectively. "I wish I could stay..."

"You could," Hamilton offers. "No one would ever blame you."

"Hm," Laurens hums, rubbing his hand up and down Hamilton's small bicep. "Unfortunately, I must finish what I have begun. I won't allow Charles Town to fall next."

Hamilton nods. "I understand...it is your home."

Laurens puffs out a breath, a small smile on his face before he leans down and presses a kiss to Hamilton's forehead.

"What if I should ask to join you?" Hamilton suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

Laurens breathes in slowly, staring up at the ceiling, pulling Hamilton closer. He shakes his shead. "I wouldn't say no. Not like before."

Hamilton smiles with his lips pinched together and tips his head up, causing Laurens to dip his down. The two gape at each other for a brief moment before Laurens finally leans down and presses a soft kiss to Hamilton's lips, causing Hamilton to giggle. Laurens grins as then moves his lips up Hamilton's slightly pointed nose, causing Hamilton to giggle even more and earn Laurens a wobbly smile, until he reaches his forehead and gently presses a kiss on Hamilton's forehead.

"Good night, my love," Laurens huffs, folding his muscular arms around Hamilton's small, wasp-waisted frame once more, pulling him close until his head lays just beneath Laurens's chin. Laurens rolls over for a moment to blow out the candle before engulfing Hamilton in his arms again.

Hamilton smiles wide as he yawns, curling himself against Laurens, making himself look small and vulnerable. Laurens presses a kiss to Hamilton's lips.

"Good night, my dear Jack," Hamilton whispers.

He hums, staring off as he listens to Laurens's heart beating softly against his ear. All anger towards Laurens washed away instantly. Hamilton lets his eyes flutter shut as he hears the soft thump-budda-thump agianst his ear. And smiles once more.

A sign that his Laurens is alive.

That he's whole.

And he's home.

With that kept in mind, Hamilton lets himself go limp.

And lets his eyes slip close.

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satendou · 4 years

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⟼ camtime

⍣ 365 days of sun series | previous | next

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⇢ pairing: iwaizumi/reader/oikawa

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary: iwaizumi is feeling a bit needy, but oikawa really wants to facetime. the solution?

⇥ masterlist

⇥ requests are open! | rules

⇢ warnings: smut, established relationship, polyamory, camera sex, mild daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, for the love of god properly clean up after sex

⇢ word count: 3.8k

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⇢ a/n: i had a thought while i was half asleep. and once again thank you to the loml @keijiskitten for torturing herself to beta this for me

Iwaizumi frowned as you sighed for the hundredth time that hour, staring down into the pan of vegetables that you were currently frying. It was pretty clear what was wrong; Oikawa had been gone for three days and the most either of you had gotten was texts saying “I love you” and “Goodnight.”

You jumped as his arms slid around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I miss him too,” he murmured, breath tickling your ear.

Your shoulders shook under his chin as you laughed. Oikawa would never see it and Iwaizumi would deny it if you ever mentioned it, but Iwaizumi got extremely *mopey when Oikawa was gone. And he’d never hear the sweet things Iwa had to say about him, like how much he missed him when he was at away games.

Not that you didn’t tell Oikawa about it; the small smile he’d get when he heard was enough. The not-so-subtle teasing he aimed at Iwaizumi was not worth the amount of flack you got from Iwa afterwards, and you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling it all out to Oikawa. And the affection between the two for days afterwards was enough to make you smile.

“I know. He always does this when he leaves, doesn’t he?” you asked, setting your spatula down and turning in his arms. You wound your arms around his neck and pecked his nose followed by his lips. “But I’m glad you’re here, Haji. I couldn’t deal with the both of you being gone.”

His large hands rubbed up and down your back, holding you close to his chest as he kissed you again. The loud popping of oil at your back brought you back, and you turned around to tend to it again, shivering as Iwaizumi’s lips trailed up your neck and back down again. “I know. You’re so needy.”

Whacking his hand lightly with the spoon in your hand, you laughed. “It’s your own fault. You spoil me too much, and I love it.”

Iwaizumi’s lips moved against your neck as he muttered, “Yeah I bet you do.” He followed that up with a much quieter, “And I love you.”

You almost rolled your eyes, but he said it so sincerely that you couldn’t help the warmth that spread up your neck. It was amusing that he was smooth without even meaning to be, and adorable that he was so reserved in delivering. “Ugh, you’re so cute, Haji.”

He huffed and you could just imagine the eyeroll that nearly took his eyes to the back of his skull. A quick peek gave you an eyeful of his cheeks turned slightly pink. “Shut up.”

His arms disappeared from around you so that he could finish preparing the rice for dinner. You continued to chat about your day until you announced the vegetables were done, and then arms wound around his middle. He could feel you rubbing your face against his shirt between his shoulder blades and he rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Annoying you,” you answered, pausing. “Is it working?”

“I’ve been friends with Oikawa since preschool, and more for years now. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to annoy me,” he responded, patting your hand as he sighed. As much as he loved Oikawa, that man was infuriating. Loud, boisterous, flirtatious, teasing, and gorgeous. He shifted uncomfortably as the image of Oikawa shirtless flashed through his mind and rolled his eyes. Typical, he couldn’t escape even when he wasn’t around.

“Don’t tempt me,” you said, shoving into him before moving away to plate dinner.

He froze, the image switching from slightly dirty to both you and Oikawa at the same level. Deadpan, he said, “If you ever become like Oikawa I’m breaking up with both of you.”

Later that night, just a little while before the two of you would usually go to bed, Oikawa texted you.

‘Facetime, 30 min? <3’

“Doesn’t he know what emojis are?” you asked, peering at Iwaizumi’s screen over his shoulder.

“He thinks that it’s ‘quirky’ to use these instead. We’ll have to use your phone,” he said as he typed his reply back, “so make sure it’s charged. Please,” he tacked on as an afterthought.

Laughing at the way he narrowed his eyes when he realized what he had done, you read Oikawa’s response.

‘KK :)’

“He really is a dork, isn’t he?” you sighed, checking your phone and wincing. 32%.

Iwa watched the sway of your hips as you headed down the hall to plug your phone in, the shape of your ass in the yoga pants you wore keeping every ounce of his attention. And when you walked back, the bounce of your tits in the tight shirt you were wearing drew his eyes again, and he wondered how long Oikawa would want to talk. It had been a few days since you had fooled around, and it was annoying that he wanted to call *tonight, possibly ruining the plans Iwaizumi had already made.

Iwaizumi couldn’t count how many times the both of you checked the time on his phone in the next 30 minutes, barely paying attention to the show you’d been so invested in just a few minutes ago. It would be the first, and probably only, time you would have a chance to talk to Oikawa before he came home in a few days. It was his way of settling his nerves before a game-- he’d call and talk to you until he or the two of you fell asleep. More than once, both of your phones had died when you both accidentally fell asleep, and so you learned to leave it plugged in while you talked.

Iwaizumi’s phone lit up before the thirty minutes were up, like you knew it would. Oikawa was so predictable.

‘Can we do it now? I can’t wait :’(‘

And impatient.

You both laughed and stood up, lacing your fingers together as you headed towards the bedroom. Falling onto the mattress, Iwaizumi snuggled up behind you, fitting himself to your back and curling his arm over your side. Your phone screen lit up when you picked it up and he watched you input your password, navigating to the FaceTime app. Tapping on Oikawa’s name-- ‘Pretty Boy <3’-- it started ringing and he almost instantly picked up.

“Well, there’s my two favorite people in the world,” he said, smiling into the camera. His hair was damp and spread out against his pillow, his shoulders bare. “Sorry I’ve been so quiet. Practice and traveling and--”

“Yeah, yeah, Tooru, we know, you’re busy,” Iwaizumi said, and Oikawa pretended to pout, his eyes carrying a glint of mischief.

The camera jerked as he rolled over onto his side, his bangs falling into his face. “Aw, don’t sound so bitter, Haji. I know you miss me.”

Iwaizumi’s breath puffed against your ear, a sound of exasperation and irritation. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Brattykawa.”

You stifled your laughter with your hand. Iwaizumi had come up with that nickname shortly before the three of you started dating. He was constantly stumbling over his insults, feeling that his old names were too harsh as his feelings developed. It was almost painful, and it was just fortunate that Oikawa was too dense to notice. To both of your surprises, Oikawa didn’t really comment on the sudden stuttering over nicknames and always looked more concerned when it happened. And then one day, he heard you call Oikawa a brat and it just seemed to slip out.

Brattykawa.

It was a name Oikawa wore with pride, and even seemed to relish. The giggle that came through the mic scrunched his nose and proved your point as you smiled with him, feeling Iwaizumi’s lips curl up against your skin. His fingers were tracing light patterns on your stomach, tickling and making your stomach muscles twitch.

You couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like they were moving lower with every pass, until they brushed the waistband of your yoga pants. Craning your neck, you looked back at Iwaizumi, but he was wearing a placid expression, his eyes locked on Oikawa.

“What are you doing to our little princess, Hajime?” Oikawa asked when you giggled at Iwaizumi purposely tickling you. This time his fingers dipped under the waistband.

He kissed just under your ear before saying, “Nothing you wouldn’t do, Tooru. Not after that stunt in the locker room, anyway.”

You flushed from the tips of your ears down to your toes at that memory, but it ignited something else in you too. Suddenly the fingers playing at your hip weren’t playful or low enough and you bit your lip as you met Oikawa’s keen gaze.

“Oh, what would make you bring that up, Iwa-chan?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking. They traveled further down, to the swell of your breasts, the lowest point he could see, and then flicked up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. “Are you doing something dirty?”

At his question, the fingers slipped beneath and found your clit, and the heat expanded. At the same time, he reached above your head and tilted the camera down to show Oikawa exactly what he was doing to you. Your pants were suddenly too uncomfortable, but with the phone in one hand and the other wrapped around Iwaizumi’s wrist, it wasn’t an option to pull them off.

If Iwaizumi and Oikawa would even let you.

“Is that what we’re doing tonight? Giving me a show?” Oikawa asked, watching the movement of Iwaizumi’s fingers under the black fabric. “You aren’t doing a very good job. I can’t see a thing.”

He feigned despair, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. There was a faint flush to his cheeks and chest and his fingers twitched in the yellow light cast from above his bed. Knowing Oikawa, he was already rock hard, ready to give the two of you orders even from a thousand miles away.

Speaking of rock hard, you could feel the outline of Iwaizumi's hard cock grinding against your ass, pushing back into your own rocking hips. “I don’t think I have to listen to you tonight, Tooru.”

For a moment, you thought Oikawa was going to start pouting, but he surprised you. Rolling back onto his back, he panned the phone down, showing his boxers pushed down his thighs and his cock ready and hard, his hand coming into view and skimming his fingertips up the underside. “Give me a show, then.”

The fingers disappeared from your clit and you sighed, reaching down to pull your pants off, but they just as quickly wrapped around your wrist and a deep voice right in your ear commanded, “Don’t move.”

The phone was yanked from your hand and carefully set up on the nightstand, angled diagonally across the bed. Then Iwaizumi walked down to the foot of the bed and his fingers wrapped around your ankles, pulling you to the edge. With a laugh, you looked back to the phone and found yourself lying parallel to the phone and in full view of Oikawa.

While you stared into his wide eyes, Iwaizumi peeled your pants slowly down your legs, his fingers skimming over your thighs, your knees, your calves in their wake, leaving goosebumps behind. He adjusted you just slightly to the right and started kissing his way back up your legs, sinking his teeth into the tender inner flesh on your thighs and you gasped, slinging your legs over his shoulders.

Your moan mingled with Oikawa’s groan when Iwaizumi licked a stripe up your soaked slit, splitting your lips until his mouth covered your clit. You had just buried your fingers in his hair when his hands gripped your thighs and shoved them up to your shoulders, the movement dislodging your fingers and you instead threaded them through your own as he went to town, suckling and lapping at your clit like a man starved. Vibrations spread through your pussy when he groaned, his fingers tightening around your thighs as he ate you out.

You jerked in his hold when you heard Oikawa’s voice call out, distorted with pleasure, “You look so good, princess. Wish I was there helping him out, occupying that pretty mouth.”

When you looked up and caught sight of him, you lost the ability to breathe.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair a mess where he’d ran his fingers through it and tugged, trying to avoid touching his cock to torture himself. He’d failed and you could see his arm working up and down, too slow to be anything but teasing. When his eyes caught yours, he smirked and licked his lips before the angle changed and you realized that he was moving the camera down, showing off his slicked up cock, his fist wrapped tight around and pumping up and down at a steady pace. Precum rolled down from the head and you licked your lips as you thought about wrapping your lips around him, lapping and suckling until he came in your mouth.

The hot pleasure coiled in your stomach, ready to snap and your lips parted, your back arching while Oikawa stared you down. Your toes curled when Iwa dipped his tongue into you, wiggling and lapping at your walls and the dam broke, waves of pleasure washing through you, your hips bucking against Iwaizumi’s hold and he let your thighs go in favor for pulling you closer by the hips. You clenched your legs around his head as you rode out the last of your orgasm before pushing at his head.

“Haji, shit,” you pleaded and breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled away.

“How was that, Brattykawa? Enough of a show?” Iwaizumi asked, smirking at the man on the phone.

He was panting, his hips rising and falling as his arm worked in short jerks. The phone had fallen to the bed at just such an angle-- and Iwaizumi wouldn’t be surprised if he had done it on purpose-- that showed off his twitching cock, currently splattering cum all over his clenched abs.

The blissed out look on his face and your trembling legs locked around Iwaizumi’s hips made his own cock jump, watching the last bits of cum dribble out from between Oikawa’s fingers.

“I didn’t think you’d give up so easily, Tooru. I still haven’t cum yet,” Iwaizumi teased, settling his cock between the lips of your soaked pussy and rocking his hips. He enjoyed the way you trembled with every pass over your clit, staring up at him with glazed, pleading eyes. “What do you want, princess? Speak up, or Tooru won’t be able to hear you.”

As he said that, he pushed your shirt up to around your neck, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. Wrapping his lips around one nipple, he groaned when you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer and moaning out his name.

“*Hajime, I thought this was Tooru’s thing. I didn’t-- know you were a tease too,” you gasped, jerking your hips in time with the slide of his cock. You had made a mess all over it, your slick dripping down his shaft and balls and spreading all over your thighs, creating a wet slap that rang through the room.

He chuckled against your breast while an adamant “Hey,” came from the phone and switched, distracting you while he wrapped his hands around your thighs again. “No, you wouldn’t because Tooru is always teasing you. But he’s not here tonight and I don’t have to have mercy on you. Now tell me what you want.”

His movements stilled and he stood up straight, leaving your red and abused nipples free and pebbled.

“Haji, I--”

“Louder, princess,” he said, and took the base of his cock in his hand, slapping it against your pussy. He could hear Oikawa groan from the phone and when he looked up, his hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking loosely as it hardened again. “I’m sure Tooru wants to hear you beg me to fuck this pretty pussy. Right, Tooru?”

A thrill rippled through you at the dominating tone in his voice as he stared Oikawa down. In return, Oikawa gulped, licking his lips as he nodded.

“That’s right, princess. I wanna hear you scream as you cum around his cock. He’s gonna make you feel so good, isn’t he?” he asked you, but his eyes were only for Iwaizumi, who had resumed rolling his hips.

Hearing them say those things made your pussy clench in anticipation, the tension between the two men enough to block out anything else.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out to Iwaizumi, who dropped your thigh to take your hand. “Haji, fuck me with your cock, please, I want you inside me.”

“No, no, princess,” he said, even as he slid the tip of his cock into your dripping hole. “Who do you want to fuck you tonight?”

Inching his way slowly inside was torture, but the way your lips parted and your back arched was worth going slowly for. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around him, your legs locked around his hips trying to pull him in faster as he groaned with the effort of holding back. He wanted to hear you say it, wanted Oikawa to hear you beg, knowing he got off to watching you get stuffed and stretched open by his fat cock.

“Daddy, daddy, please fuck me,” you babbled when he slowed to a stop, terrified that he was going to pull out if you didn’t ask him properly. That was something you really, really didn’t want. “Please don’t stop I need you, want you to stretch me out, fill me with your cock and cum. Daddy-- fuck.”

Iwaizumi had slammed the rest of the way inside you, hilting himself in your slick heat and pulled back out. With your head thrown back, you could see Oikawa had set his own pace to match Iwaizumi’s thrusts and you watched with an open mouth as his cock drooled all down his hand. His eyes flicked from your bouncing tits to Iwaizumi’s face, twisted with concentration as he fucked you, down to where his cock slid into your slick and spasming cunt.

“Tooru,” you moaned, licking your lips as you stared at his fist squeezing his cock for all it was worth.”

“I’m here, babygirl,” he moaned, forcing his eyes to your face. It was full of lust and love and bliss and he couldn’t help but smile at the pleading look in your eyes. “Tell me what you need. Fuck, tell daddy what you need.”

Your eyes flicked to Iwaizumi’s face for a moment and found him watching you with narrowed eyes as he raced towards the edge. His thumb flicked over your clit and you struggled to keep your eyes on him as the coil built again.

“Wanna suck your cock, Tooru. Wanna taste you,” you moaned, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight. Cum from his last orgasm still glistened on his stomach, joined by more and more that dripped from his cock. He was so close, you knew it by the way his abs clenched and his hips bucks, his eyes fluttering as he forced them to stay open, to watch you come undone all over Iwaizumi’s cock.

“It’s yours, princess,” Oikawa moaned, his breathing heavy and voice thick with his impending orgasm. “As soon as I get home, I’ll fuck your throat as long as you want, cum as many times as I can between those pretty lips. You want that, princess?”

Your hips jerked in Iwaizumi’s grasp as your vision whited out so hard that you missed him slam into you for the last time, unable to stand the way you squeezed his cock and forced him over the edge, filling you with his cum. His breath came out in puffs against your chest, where he had collapsed, sweaty and spent.

Your own chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, your heart thumping erratically against your ribs. Threading your fingers through his hair and pushing it off his forehead, you chuckled. “That was amazing, babe. Holy hell.”

He laughed, still very much out of breath and turned his head to look at the phone. You followed his gaze and found Oikawa’s face filling the screen.

Boneless and in need of cleaning up, Iwaizumi pulled out of you and stood, crawling over you to his side of the bed and pulling you into him. You snuggled down into his chest, pressing kisses to every inch of sweaty skin in your range, while he grabbed the phone and held it above his stomach.

“I owe you for that, Hajime. That was the best show I’ve ever seen. Might have to make this a constant thing whenever I go away,” Oikawa gasped, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. The angle of the camera was a little weird, and you realized he’d put it down to free his clean hand.

“We could probably work something out. If you’re okay with it, princess,” he said, looking down at you. You looked ready to fall asleep, but at your nickname you looked up at him and smiled, blinking tiredly.

“Hell yes,” you said, and both men burst into laughter at the fucked out tone of your voice.

Looking back to Oikawa, who wore a smirk, Iwaizumi said, “Guess we don’t have to ask her twice. You should get some sleep, Tooru. You have a big game tomorrow. Good luck.”

“Love you, Tooru. Good luck tomorrow,” you murmured, opening your eyes to look at him. He was so pretty with his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess, smiling that soft smile he only got after sex and he was so tired he couldn’t think straight.

He rolled onto his side and tucked his arm under his head, chocolate brown eyes tender and warm. “Love you too, princess. Sleep well, I’ll be home in a few days.”

You hummed and your eyes shut again, throwing your arm across Iwaizumi’s chest, curling your fingers over his heart. Iwaizumi rubbed his fingers up and down your arm, staring at Tooru and smiling.

“I love you, too, Tooru” he said, and flushed when Oikawa’s grin widened into a smile. For a moment, he thought he would make some joke about expressing his feelings, but he didn’t.

Instead he said, “I love you too, Haji. Sleep well. Kiss her for me.”

“Of course. Night.”

The screen went black as they both hit the disconnect button, and when he looked down at you, you were fast asleep, hair splayed over his shoulder and breathing even. Curling his fingers around the hand covering his heart, he pressed his lips to your hair one last time before flicking off the lamp. “Love you too, _____.”

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Minato’s Birthday PriZoom (8/21/21) commentary/report

Oh geez where to begin.

I originally intended to do two showings this time (which is one more then usual) but due to a last minute decision based on other poor decisions I ended up doing three which was the most I’ve ever done in a row! My translation of the bonus content is in a separate post.

Not only that but like... it kept putting me in the main screen up at the top too!! Like more than I’ve ever been up there! And I’m sure none of this was intentional, but I also happened to be positioned right next to a couple other people who also knew the traditional cyalume cheering stuff so that was really cool!

Heck I even made it onto the Mantan Web article apparently!!? (This is an official event photo.) Am I that recognizable even in blurry pixels? (Haha well I guess there’s the background too...)

I put a lot more concentration into my own cheering this time so I wasn’t clicking around to look at the other people in the room as much and thus I have fewer shoutouts to make.

I happened to catch a guy trying to balance TWO of the giant Shin mochikoros on his shoulders though?

And there was that guy hula-hooping to Kakeru’s entire performance!!??

And the person whose screen was just a cheering piece of celery.

The highlight was probably “Kouji’s Kitchen” though. A Kouji cosplayer who spent the entire show actively cooking.

I really admire the folks who make the actual food for these showings. I’ve been thinking I want to make pudding a la mode (probably the only KinPri food I could actually manage to make) if they do a Taiga showing next year but how would I keep it from melting during the show ahah ha... (Mashed potatoes I suppose?)

In the weeks leading up to the show I’d been wondering if we’d see any Minato cosplayers. I realized I’m not sure if I’ve actually EVER seen one at a showing (PriZoom or otherwise) as he’s not an easy character to do (what with body type and a lot of Kinpri cosplayers being female) but I think I saw at least two!

This was the first showing where I made an honest attempt to keep the soundboard on, largely because of @takadanobaba’s posts on it, but also just because it’s our STYLISH NEW ABNORMAL (...watch Idol Land PriPara). Ever since they introduced it, traditional cheering has gotten quieter and quieter with long periods of silence except for big moments like Over the Rainbow’s prism jumps. (And what is King of Prism when you’re actually able to hear it.)

So I tried it, really I did. And as I was saying, I can somewhat see the appeal. People are finding ways to use it creatively to bring out that same brand of humor that makes traditional cheering so fun. I turned it on and off during Pride the Hero and the first half of SSS Part 2. The best and worst moment I had with it came during episode 5 however, when Ace kabedon’d Miyo and Joji pulls up in the car.

D-DDDDD-D-DDDD-D-DDDDDDD-DD-DDD-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEETAAAAAAAAAA

“But Joji is my star!”

KKKKKK-KK-KKKKKKKK-KKKK-KKKKKKKKKK-KKKAAAAKKKKKKKKKKOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Imagine that but like too fast and too loud for your brain to actually interpret what’s going on.

So that was... that was... that. (Thinking of how it will be at Joji’s actual birthday next month is giving me chills.)

I did turn it back on briefly during Best Ten while Platonic Sword was on. And for some reason I can’t quiiiite comprehend it was a grand chorus of ORE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Okay, okay on to the meat. This showing had the BIGGEST bonus of all. Masashi Igarashi appeared for a “talk show” at two of the showings.

One of the first things he pointed out was how, unlike traditional theater greetings, he could see all of our faces individually. And then he actually clicked through all of our video feeds and made comments!!!! (Tatsuyuki Kobayashi didn’t do that.)

Throughout the first session he actually directly acknowledged me THREE SEPARATE TIMES. The first time was when he recognized that I had S-Pulse Dream Plaza as my background. (The real life location in Shizuoka where Minato saw Kouji for the first time.) The second time was when I pasted a message into the chat about being his American fan and HE ACTUALLY READ IT! The third time was during the All Stars Playback when they put me on the screen and he thanked me in the chat again for putting up Dream Plaza.

I’m really happy I put in the effort to do a meaningful background!

All of a sudden I’m inspired to do more for each character. It was years before King of Prism existed, but I did go to Okayama once. I’m thinking I might need to sort through some old photos before Joji’s showing.

Anyway.

Masashi-san didn’t really seem to have anything planned out to say. He just kinda played off us when he could and rambled for a while about how great Minato and King of Prism is and all that. I think he’s a bit better when he has someone else to play off of. (Junta usually ends up being his straight man.) I don’t even know if he knew what he was saying half the time hahah.

The part that really stuck with me though was when he was talking about how there was such a large concentration of Minato fans here, but then he corrected himself as that’s not necessarily true since King of Prism fans cheer for everyone. So instead of camps for certain characters, he suggested we should do “club activities” as a fandom and since so many people brought vegetables to the showing we were the vegetable club.

This was followed by a rush of puns in the chat like VegetaBU (”bu” is Japanese for club).

Another official photo from Mantan web. I love it when they show the “behind the scenes”.

I didn’t realize the second session of the greeting would be starting at the beginning of the next showing, even though that is how they usually do it for theater greetings (so the voice actor doesn’t have to wait around through another movie). It’s kind of odd that they had two different sessions actually, since pretty much everyone had the opportunity to do both as the tickets didn’t come close to selling out. But more money for them either way I guess. He actually changed shirts in between hahah. (From one Minato shirt to another.)

But anyway, when he suddenly came up on the screen again I was actually in the middle of trying to change the batteries in my cyalumes ahahah. And it put me up top of the main screen AGAIN! I kinda wanted to switch my camera off so someone else could get a chance but I didn’t want to seem rude for disappearing either!!!

Eventually I did turn my camera off, giving up my space, because my cyalume blades were all DYING from having been on CONSTANTLY since the beginning of Pride the Hero and I didn’t want it to seem like I was checking my phone or something while I was changing the batteries. (One of them ended up cutting out during Best Ten anyway because in my mad scramble to change the batteries I guess I put the old ones back in haha.) That felt like the right decision since I crashed and burned pretty hard during the middle of Best Ten. (Cheering fatigue is rare for me but I was pushing 24 hours being awake at this point...) I also sure heck didn’t want to be up there during Love Graffiti BUT I didn’t do as bad as I thought. The drills I did without the video before the showing paid off! I’m so happy I’m finally learning it after all this time. Take THAT two year depression spiral.

Although this showing was lively, I have to admit it didn’t quite meet my overinflated expectations, though. I don’t think either room broke 200 people at any point during the showing. I could have sworn at least ONE showing I went to in the past did... I think the Shin/Louis one maybe... but looking through my past posts I can’t find a mention of it. ...Wait, even if that’s true I guess it doesn’t count since we only had one room back them. Mmmrhghg.

I do have pretty high hopes for the next few months though because Joji and Hiro are EXTREMELY popular characters.

So you. YES YOU! The person who somehow read this entire post and is now somewhat regretting skipping out on this one. YOU CAN DO IT! I’ll see you are the next one right? RIGHT?? OKAY!!

#king of prism #kinpri #minato takahashi

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