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victoria1676 · 2 years

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(This is gonna be a long one so yeah, sorry—)

Aight, it's time for me to take this out or else I'll become a NO THOUGHTS, HEAD EMPTY. Anywho— got a scenario in my head that I laughed for a good solid 30 secs and such but, thinking about that one old(maybe?) clip of a stream where Tubbo and Ranboo are just doing their own respective shit and this is the clip btw; ya just incase if ya don't get what I mean hehe.. ("~ŪvŪ)~`` https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdPmHmyx/

(It's from Ranboo's perspective btw-)

And I just imagine Reader and Rubedo on this one, just her trying out flirting (didn't just suspiciously get any advice from Tommy or Wilbur oh no no no— _(-_-*)>)

Anyway, imagine this scenario in Mondstadt oh boy CHAT would just be vibing while Reader's trying her best to test her flirting skills/abbilities on Rubedo; keyword, *trying* gosh my man can't catch a break on any SAGAU shit huh

Rubedo: *just noticed reader sipping her tea at Hunter's and whatnot and approached (,,Ô-Ô,,)!*

Rubedo: Hey Y/N,

Y/N: *who noticed, and an evil smug grin grew on her face* Hey, seggsy~~

Rubedo: *who's now an utter stuttering messy bitch* H-how are- How a-are y- How are- H-

Y/N: PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT— *now slowly dying. AGAIN and spitted her tea, what another way to waste some good hot tea ,(Ù-Ú*)

Rubedo: *flushed as a red as a certain red head's hair and now "tUrNInG aWaY" yeah right ya scaredy little shit (ō—ō)* I DoN't wANt tO Be hEre AnYMorE—..

Whilst in the very background:

Chat and the other acolytes (who tried to murder us, ofcourse):

Acolytes: ThAT ShOulD HaVe bEeN mE!! (Well, ya tried to kill her at first glance ya sacks of shits. Go deal w/ it yourselves gosh, annoying little fucks thinking so high and mighty eh?? (*,ÒAÓ),)

Chat: *just fucking vibing their asses off while some becoming a bunch of cawking teasing little shitty gremlins

- Man acolytes, no bitches??

- Maidenlesssssssss~~~

- Now where did I see that from tho-

- L

- Emetional damage, right there.

Y/N: *still amused and laughing her ass off til she pass out from lack of air flows*

Acolytes: *sUlIkiNg SO SadLy* (yeah right cry)

Rubedo: *just wants to crawl into a hole and die-

And that's their kids, is how the creator; their devine grace flirted for the first to their most devoted acolyte. And also remember kids, be BI and do CRIME—

(Thanks for reading this shitty rant of mine, and hope you have a good laugh as much as I did gosh- dont stress urself and have good day/noon/afternoon/night!)

Unfortunately Reader is actually good at flirting HHAHAHAHAHAHA

Quackity commented that the only bold woman in the Dream SMP is Reader he says that she has a huge dom aura around after he saw Sapnap got his ass kicked from reader and also flirt with him to catch the arson off guard-he also wished to be stepped on and flirted by her-Wilbur vouched him even Techno and Tommy agreed that their sister is actually a good filrt ('And better at getting girls then Wilbur' Tommy said before screaming as he saw the brunette running at him).

So Naturally it's quite hard to find reader to flirt sometimes as she can flirt when she's bored or she's just doing it to see the reactions. Considering she's always very calm, kind and chill until you piss her off and she'll go crazy or battle maniac on her enemies.

Childe fell in love with his God ever since he accidentally pissed off his god and wish to be stepped on by her//slapped.

So honestly everyone wouldn't think she could flirt until they saw her being very bold in flirting with one of the characters.

Kaeya is one of the victims and both of been at it to the point chat kept screaming to the whole nation with the word "DEFFO FLERTING!!"

So yeah there is a chance she could flirt with Rubedo in Soft Au or in Imposter AU and Villain Au.

Although she doesn't flirt that much in Imposter AU and Villain Au but she does flirt only in a rare time in that AU. Soft Au she would definitely flirt to catch them off guard 😂😂😂

Anyways Imma stop rambling and get on with what you asked XD

In imposter AU she would flirt with Rubedo onky because she's bored and doesn't care if the acolytes saw it.

And in fact this could happen in Angels share :3 Not in Good Hunter cause ImposterAu/VillainAu SAGAU Reader still holds a grudge on them for killing her in the execution of the totem didn't save her.

Also take note this is a What if and not canon in my story unfortunately 😭😂😂

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"Ah there you are (Y/n)" Rubedo said seeing you sitting down and drinking your tea.

You saw and decided to see his reaction while pretending your taking a sip.

"Hello there sexy~"

Rubedo froze.

Chat is laughing there ass off but you could hear one of the crows already dying from their wheeze when they just saw Kaeya spitting out his wine while Venti accidentally smashed his drink over his face, Eula choked on her beer and Diluc dropped the glass he was cleaning.

Rosaria just snorted as she continued drinking her drink. Not even caring of the chaos.

You one the other hand was waiting for Rubedo to say anything so you could say more of your lines.

Instead you gotten a cute Rubedo who looked very adorable in red seeing his calm composure be ruined

(Note: A bit of Spoiler here about my version of Rubedo here is that this Rubedo hasn't gotten bold or fire back at reader yet since I can imagine reader meeting him or finding him when he didn't know how to flirt properly then in the canon of my story where he can fire back flirts and insults yet)

"How-a-are- H-How are you-…How a-are y-oh my god"

You cackled out as you dropped your tea on accident and started smacking the table seeing the your acolyte just speechless and couldn't reply to you properly as he had never knew you would flirt at him.

Meanwhile the chat…

"HE'S BLUSHING!!"

"LMAOOO L!!"

"RIPPPPP"

"DEFFO FLERTING!"

"How…unexpected of our creator" Kaeya chuckled darkly with envy as he crushed his wine glasses.

Diluc tried to calm himself down as he almost burned the counter.

Eula looked liked she wanted to summon her claymore for Vengeance.

And Venti?

"IT'S UNFAIR!!" Venti wailed, "HOW COME HE GETS TO SEE A RARE SIGHT OF OUR GOD TO BE FLIRTING!?"

"TAKE THE L BITCH!"

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH"

"F"

"L"

"LOSER!"

"KARMA BITCHES!"

The crows in the tavern insulted the vision users who didn't care and continued glaring at the red Rubedo as you kept laughing and wheezing.

"And that right there folks" one of the chat said before pointing both wings at the jealous vision users, "Is Emotional Damage"

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Welp I just wrote this at 12 midnight HAHHAHAHAHAHA

I DON'T EVEN HAVE CLASS IN THE MORNING SO WHOOWHOO HAHAHAHAH

Anyways enjoy this one-shot ;3

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hopeaterart · 3 years

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Evil Ozpin AU: Dinner with a bird

Context: Ozpin and Salem more or less swap place, it's a bit complicated. This fic is here to explain how it happened by way of Ozpin monologuing to a (still on Salem's side at the time) Qrow. There's some hints of Ozqrow in there. Like, you're definitely supposed get Vibes. For those unaware: here's my Evil/Swap!Ozpin.

"So... You're Salem's latest pawn." Qrow scowled, eyes narrowing at the monster sitting from across him. How he'd ended up sitting at the same table as Ozpin, also widely known as 'the Wizard', was a blur in his memory, and granted, not that great a story.

Went on a mission for Salem to find his base of operation, with the only info being that it was somewhere in the forests of Sanus. Had to go alone because Tai and Raven had their hands full with Yang and a pregnant Summer. Got caught by Ozpin's latest apprentice- a blond woman about his age with the ironic name of 'Goodwitch'. Letting himself be captured in order to get taken to Ozpin.

One trip to an old monastery latter, he was now separated from Harbringer, had Aura-suppressing manacles on his wrists (thankfully with no chains), and was sitting in front of the Wizard himself. They were on some kind of balcony with only a small table between themselves, and there was a plate on the table with bread on it that neither were touching.

"And you're the guy who's trying to burn down Remnant." He bit back. Ozpin sighed, silver eyelashes fluttering as he narrowed his eyes.

"Is that what my traitorous ex-wife told you?" Ozpin asks, smiling like a predator about to eat it's prey when Qrow's eyes widened in confusion. "I mean- she's not wrong, but Salem isn't exactly the hero of our tale."

"Wh- your ex-wife!?" Qrow exclaimed, before gritting his teeth. "You're lying." He accused Ozpin, who didn't even flinch at the accusation.

"So she didn't tell you." He observed. "Oh, what am I talking about? Of course she'd keep that hidden, that self-righteous hag." Ozpin hissed as he took one of the small bread. "Doesn't want to acknowledge me being a thing is her fault, after all." He opened his mouth, momentarily exposing too-sharp canines as he bit the bread in half. He stared in Qrow's eyes as he chewed, before swallowing. "It's garlic bread. An entrée before the main dish, if you will. I'm not going to poison you, erm... Qrow Branwen, is it?"

Qrow grit his teeth. "And I should believe you, because?"

"Sheer pragmatism on my part, really. We're eating the same food, and I am not interested in poisoning myself." Ozpin explained, shrugging as he finished eating the bread he had in hand. "'Poison damage' is not really the kind of pain I like."

Qrow raised an eyebrow at that. He'd heard stories of Ozpin letting anything and everything hurt him with ecstasy written all over his face, but hearing what seemed like confirmation was a bit... much. "Uh... so what's the deal? Why are you having me eat here with you instead of- oh, I dunno, locking me in some kind of torture dungeon?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty bird?" Qrow averts his eyes at that, his gaze landing on the plate of bread as his cheeks warm up. He hesitantly took one of the bread, shoving it in his mouth and chewing quickly.

He took another one, eating slower and actually savoring it this time as Ozpin turns to look at the scenery. The forest stretches beyond the horizon, any traces of Grimm hidden from sight. Qrow's not fooled, he knows the monastery probably hides a few nasty surprises. The marble-skinned weirdo in front of him is proof enough.

Credit where credit is due, whoever cooked this is a damn good cook. "Who made this?" He asks as he takes another bread. "Didn't expect you to have a five-star chief."

It was Ozpin's turn to be caught off-guard. "I'm... glad you like my cooking." What. Qrow stared at his third half-eaten bread. "Oh, don't be a baby. I have literal centuries of experience behind me, and my cycle of immortality is different from Salem's. Since I need sustenance, might as well be good at it."

"Still not entirely convinced you're not poisoning me." Qrow noted.

Ozpin groaned in exasperation. "If I wanted to kill you, there's a myriad of ways that would be easier and less-headache inducing than this." Ozpin snapped as he got up and started walking away. Qrow turned to look at him as he went behind his chair, before going rigid as cold fingers dug into his shoulders. "Stay there. I'm getting the side and main courses."

Ozpin left the balcony in a puff of smoke, and Qrow let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding. He reached inside his jacket, relieved to see his Scroll was still there. Only for his mood to immediately crash when he realized that this part of Vale didn't get reception.

"Trying to call for help, are you?" Qrow whirled around, scowling when he saw Goodwitch. "I'm telling you now, it's not gonna work. Ozpin has taken precautions."

"What, precautions against modern tech!?" Qrow snapped, getting up as his chair rattled. He didn't care if Goodwitch had one of the most powerful Semblances he'd ever seen while he couldn't even activate his Aura right now. He brought misfortune wherever he went, made sense his shit Semblance would turn against him one day. "Does the guy think we still live in the Dark Ages?"

Goodwitch bristled. "Why, you insufferable- Ozpin is trying to offer you a chance to redeem yourself from working with Salem, and you're squandering it for-"

"Glynda." Both stilled as Ozpin came into view. There was a disappointed frown on his face. "That's no way to treat guests."

"But sir-"

"No buts, young lady." Ozpin reprimanded, waving his fingers as floating plates, glasses and a bottle of something came into view. "Help me with putting on the table, will you?" He asked Glynda, who nodded and took the two plates with food on them to put on the table. "Sit back down, Qrow."

"Don't call me that." The huntsman hissed even as he sat back down. He glared at his plate, which had fish and some kind of salad and... something else in it. He raised his head slightly as the bottle landed on the table, Ozpin dismissing Glynda with a 'thank you' before sitting back down. He pointed at the weird stuff. "What is that?"

"Oysters." Ozpin told him. "I opened them earlier, they're all good. Do you know how to eat them?" Qrow shook his head. "Alright, so first you need to loosen them up..." Qrow followed Ozpin's instructions, pulling a face after eating his first one. Ozpin frowned. "Don't like it?"

"Texture's weird." Ozpin hummed, before taking the bottle and popping the cork off and pouring Qrow a glass.

"It's champagne. Laurent-Poirier. Goes well with oysters, use it to wash them down." Qrow nodded, taking the flute and taking a small sip. "Not a fan of alcohol?"

"Opposite, actually." He started, remembering how his father got after too many bears. "Runs in the family." Ozpin thankfully didn't push the subject, simply turning toward his own plate and taking a bite of his salad.

The two ate in silence for a while. Ozpin opened his mouth again as Qrow tried his second oyster. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Does it matter if I say no?"

"No, but you don't have to answer it." Qrow nodded. "How did you end up working for Salem? I thought the Branwen were a bandit tribe from Mistral?"

Qrow hissed in between his teeth. "I... me and Raven, we... Our parents, they- urgh. Look, all that matters is: we're not going back, and we're never going back."

"Raven..." Ozpin seemed deep in thoughts, as if he was trying to remember something. "That's your sister, right?"

"Yeah." Something occurred to Qrow. "Say, the whole reincarnating wizard thing. You used to be, like, a regular, not-Grimm person, right?"

"That's one way of putting it, but yes." Ozpin answered. "I used to be mortal."

"Did you have siblings? Before the whole..." Qrow made a vague gesture in the other's general direction. Ozpin stilled at that, a faraway look on his face.

"No, none by blood. I grew up in the mountains with only my parents before obtaining my powers." He answered. "I... did have someone I considered my sister, but I was already well into becoming what I am now when I met her." The look on Ozpin's face was absolutely miserable. "Salem killing her pushed me over the edge."

"... Ah." Qrow took a sip of his champagne. "That sucks. Sorry for your loss."

Ozpin waved a hand. "I- it's fine. You're not the one who blasted her with magic for the crime of trying to help me stay me." He quickly ate an oyster, seemingly cheering up. "Anyway, my turn to ask you a question!"

Qrow snorted despite himself. "What is this, 21 questions?"

"My crush is no one, if you're wondering." Ozpin joked, before straightening in his chair. "What did Salem tell you about me?"

Qrow shrugged as he cut some of his fish. "You want to burn down Remnant. You can do magic. Whoever you reincarnate in dies the moment you come into the picture. You started the whole thing with Salem. And she doesn't know how to stop your cycle."

Ozpin hummed. "I see. Your turn."

"How... much of what I told you do you agree with?" Between the ex-wife comment and the very real grief he had when talking about his sister, it was clear had a different version of the events. Besides, the monster Salem had described to him wouldn't simply sit him down to talk.

Ozpin hummed, a piece of fish on his fork as he waved it in the air. "I do want to do some burning, but it's more 'everything Salem ever worked for' than Remnant. Come on, Qrow, I live here. And I'm stuck here." He ate his fish. "If I really wanted to destroy Remnant, I'd simply use the Relics."

He hummed. "Yeah, that's fair- wait. You know where the Relics are!?" The amount of people that were on wild goose chases to find them... And this whole time, Salem's sworn enemy could get to them the moment he decided to stop playing around.

"Of course I know where they are. I'm the one who hid them in the first place." Ozpin noted. "Can't have Salem blowing up my body with the Sword again... urgh, retrieving it and the Lamp was such a pain!" Qrow numbly nodded. "Anyway, you wanted to know about my magic?"

"Uh-" Ozpin snapped his fingers, whisps of green and gold rising from them as pitch black eyes burst into green flames. Like a Maiden's. "Oh shit!"

Ozpin smiled as the magic faded, Qrow numbly realizing there were brown irises somewhere in those pools of tar. "I can. And unlike Salem, I'm willing to share."

"You- you're the guy who created the Maidens!?" The fairytale explaining their origin spoke of an old, cruel magician, who took four sisters under his wing and taught them how to use magic.

"Ah, yes." Ozpin spoke with fondness. "The first Maidens. They reminded me of the first daughters I had, and they were so very loyal to me... loyalty deserves to be rewarded, don't you think?"

Qrow frowned. "Is that why they keep turning against Salem when she finds them first? Something to do with your magic?"

"What- no!" Ozpin exclaimed, clearly offended. He then frowned in confusion. "I think. If it is a thing, then it wasn't intentional." A pause as Ozpin downs his flute, before pouring himself more champagne. "Anyway, my reincarnations..."

Qrow raised an eyebrow as Ozpin downed more champagne. "Sensitive point?"

"More angry about Salem being right on this one. Or..." He chuckled. "Was right. I proved her wrong, in this life. Ozma isn't in control anymore."

"There's literally nothing in what you just said that's reassuring." Qrow noted, Ozpin smiling at him as he finished his salad. "Who's Ozma?"

"The name of the first soul in the cycle." Ozpin told him. "He used to absorb whoever he reincarnated in into himself the moment he was in their bodies, but his soul weakened over time, and it took more and more time and efforts to absorb them. By the time he reached me, it him almost twenty years for our souls to fuse, and then..."

"... you're the one who absorbed him." Qrow finished. He frowned. If Ozma's soul was driven by anger at being betrayed by the woman he loved, then... "Holy shit, what did Salem do for you to hate her that much!?"

"What would you do," Ozpin started. "If you wanted to live, but someone wanted you dead? Because you know of something you couldn't care less about that could destroy her life? What would you think if someone thought of you as nothing less than the latest stain on her self-inflated ego? Proof that she's just human, if not worse than that?"

Qrow frowned at that. Was that how Ozpin saw the conflict? But nevertheless, he knew the answer to that question. It wasn't one he was happy with, but... "I'd kill her before she killed me."

"Good answer. And the answer to who started our conflict: as far as I'm concerned, it's all. Her. Fault." The two finished their plates in silence after that, Ozpin first and spending the next few minutes watching Qrow.

They stared at each other for a while. "Uh. All that fancy stuff, and no dessert?" Qrow joked. The tiniest bit of relief struck him as the corners of Ozpin's eyes crinkled.

"Now, you're speaking my language!" The pale-skinned man clapped his hand, and Qrow nearly jumped out of his skin when a Grimm came out of the shadows.

It was unlike any Qrow had seen before. A glossy sphere with bone shards on it's lower half, floating with an array of thin tentacles trailing under it. There was an ominous light coming from into the sphere, even if it wasn't really visible in this light.

It was also green instead of red, which meant Ozpin had created the fucking thing. Black smoke rose up from under the plates at a wave of the Wizard's hands, handing them to the Grimm. "Bring these to the kitchen, and bring back the dessert. It's on the pastry cart." The Grimm simply took the pile of plates and floated back in the darkness of the inside.

Qrow inhaled sharply. "What the fuck was that-"

"Seer Grimm. I've put enchantments all over the place so we don't end up getting detected by the CCT, but I need a way to communicate with my followers when they're away." Ozpin explained with a shrug of his shoulders as he poured himself yet another glass of champagne. Qrow stared at him. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm pretty sure most of my bodily fluids have been replaced by Grimm sludge, it takes an insane amount of alcohol for me to get drunk."

"Yikes." That word alone could describe at least half of what Qrow had learned about Ozpin today.

"Want a refill?" Qrow looked at what Ozpin was pointing at. His own flute, now empty. He nodded, letting the wizard pour him a second glass. Ozpin got up from the table after that, his glass in hand as he leaned on the balcony, back to the Huntsman. "Anyway, there's still one part of your question I haven't answered yet."

Qrow frowned, before remembering. "Is there a way to stop your cycle of reincarnation?"

If he had seen the manic smile on Ozpin's face, Qrow would've been scared for life. "Nope~. There was, but Salem would've had to die, and she was unwilling to. And now, the only way to get rid of me has been made useless."

"What do you mean by that...?"

Before Qrow could get his answer, the Seer Grimm was back, pushing a tray with a plate that had a mountain of what looked like chocolate truffles on it. Ozpin turned around, snapping his fingers as he did so. The Seer rotated, floating toward Ozpin as the wizard reached a hand out, caressing the smooth surface. He looked at the Grimm warmly, before turning those same eyes on Qrow, making something in his chest flutter. "Slit my throat open."

One of the Grimm's tentacle morphed into a blade, and faster than Qrow could see, Ozpin's throat was opened with a gush of tar-like blood. Ozpin gurgled, more of the black sludge coming out of his mouth as he took a few steps back, before falling backwards over the edge of the balcony. Qrow's better nature took the better of him as he rushed out of his chair, rushing to try and catch the wizard. "OZPIN!"

... Only for the man to raise into the air, eyes ablaze as a gentle breeze carried him. Ozpin laughed awkwardly as the other man stared at him in shock. "Were you scared for me?" Qrow took a step back as what he realized was a nothing less than a living god touched down on the balustrade. "Don't worry, there's no need to! I know it's always a bit scary when I take risks like that, but I assure you: there's no need to, since I-"

"Can't die." Qrow finished, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. "You can't die."

Ozpin frowned sympathetically at him as he sat down on the balustrade, looking up at Qrow. "She didn't tell you, did she?"

His answer came in the way Qrow crumpled to the ground, breathing harshly as if he was trying to refrain himself from crying. "No one wanted me-" He started in between gasps, Ozpin frowning as he came to kneel down next to him. "I gave my life to her because she gave me a place where- where I belonged-" He continued, letting the other man manhandle him into a hug. "I thought I was finally- finally-"

"Doing some good?" Ozpin finished for him. That opened the floodgates, Qrow burying his face in Ozpin's chest as he sobbed. Ozpin gently carded a hand through his hair, resting is lips on the top of his head. "You poor thing..." He muttered. "I'm afraid meeting Salem was the worst luck of your life."

Qrow continued crying, not noticing Ozpin manhandling him further until he was sitting in Ozpin's former chair. The wizard had his back turned to him, taking the plate with the truffles. "What are you...?"

Ozpin turned toward him, a kind smile on his face. "After everything you learned today, you must be exhausted. I just want to make you feel a bit better, is all." He came to sit on the table, plate next to him. He picked the truffle at the top, bringing it to Qrow's mouth. "Open."

Qrow nodded, opening his mouth and letting Ozpin handfeed him sweets, the wizard occasionally cradling his face or petting his hair. Ozpin smiled, picking up Qrow's discarded glass of champagne and sipping on it as the other leaned in his hand.

I win this time, dear~

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circuscarnage · 4 years

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Picture Perfect.

Hello! I saw a picture of Rooks room and get inspired to write a yandere fanfic. Sorry if he seems out of character, I haven't written for him since the game released. I’ve also been wanting to try my hand at writing a yandere fic for a while so I hope you enjoy.

TW: Stalking. A lot of stalking.

Words: 2755.

Potions wasn't exactly a subject that you excelled at. It wasn't that you were bad at it... you just had trouble getting your head around the instructions. It's not everyday you are flung through a magical portal and expected to partake in activities meant for trained wizards who have been here for more than five seconds. So a little struggling here and there was to be expected. But to completely mess up and almost set half the school on fire? That was a new record of stupidity, even for you.

Divus was not impressed. The way he lightly tapped his cane over his crossed arms was enough of an indication. He was just about to teach this stray puppy some discipline. But thankfully for you, someone came to your hour of need. And that someone came in the form of the boisterous Rook Hunt. Sweet talking his way into your conversation seamlessly and rescuing this poor soul from punishment.

"Monsieur Crewel," He started. "You must forgive our petite colombe, they are not accustomed to this world, and still have much to learn." He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, firmly keeping you in place. "May I suggest some personally tutoring? After all, who better the guide this innocent creature through the hurdles of life than yours truly?"

So it was settled. Instead of being placed with a heavy detention, Rook would be you personal tutor. Helping recover your grades and ensuring that you never repeat your little mistake ever again. You both agreed to meet in the Pomefiore dormitory, where he would escort you to his room in order to study.

As expected from Pomefiore, their rooms were nothing short of elegant. The room was quite grand. Cream coloured walls lined with gold coating the exterior, giving the room a very regal vibe. They had the same satin sheets that matches perfectly with their uniform. And the bed canopy above only added an extra layer of elegance. The stained glass window embedded in the wall illuminated a section of the room with rainbow light. He even had his hunting equipment decorated on the wall. His trusty hunting bows seeming as casual as a family picture. It looked extremely glamorous, and extremely expensive.

You kept your books clutched to your chest as he invited you further into the room. "Thank you again, Rook. Without your help, there's no doubt Crewel would make me do one of his impossible tasks." You turned to face him. "How were you able to persuade him so easily?"

Rook smiled, closing the door behind him. "We share an eye for the divine. Fashion and beauty come second nature to us. I am also one of his top students. He places his trust in me to guide his little 'puppies' in the right direction." Rook laughed, finding it endearing that Divus saw himself as a trainer, rather than a teacher. He walked himself over to his desk, pulling out the chair, and gestured you to sit down. You placed your belongings on the table and sat down, thanking him.

Before you started, Rook removed his hat, and went to place it on the stand. "Let's start with the basics, shall we? Firstly-" Rook suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He stared off into the distance, thinking for a moment. His hat still sitting firmly in his hand, before he finally placed it down. He checked his pockets, patting them down gently at first, but then becoming a tad more frantic. He patted down his jacket as well, as if he was missing something. He breathed out a smile. "Ah... sacre bleu..."

"Is everything okay?" You queried, quirking your brow at him. It was unlike Rook to be disorganised. He always knew where everything was, so seeing him in a state of surprise was a first. Rook met your gaze again, giving you an apologetic smile before speaking. "You must forgive me, petite colombe. It seems I may have left something important in Monsieur Crewel's classroom. I hate to leave at such short notice, but I must retrieve this item of mine."

"It's alright." You reassured him. There was plenty of times where you had left something behind, it was perfectly understandable. "Take your time. I can go over some notes by myself if you want?" Rook clapped his hands together happily. Expressing his delight to your sedulous mind. "Tres bein! Such a diligent student. So eager to learn, yet has trouble expressing so. Like a flower yet to bloom yo-"

"Rook. Go." You ushered him out of the room with a smile. If you hadn't stepped in, he would have continued his rant on beauty for the rest of the day.

As Rook left the room to retrieve said item, you opened your book to a random page and started to reread over your notes. At least this way, you wouldn't bore yourself to death waiting for him to come back. Might as well do something productive. Before long, your eyes started to get tired. Without Rook being here to help you, it felt strange being in his room, like you weren't supposed to be there. Some time had already passed yet he hadn't returned. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. Whatever he misplaced must have been important. Not wanting the boredom to consume you whole, you searched the room for something to do.

Without a doubt, the hat on the stand had caught your attention. You stared at it, resisting the temptation to try it on. Just as you reached out your hand, you quickly retreated it back. Another time, you thought. Today was a day of no distractions. You were going to do work, and Rook was going to help... whenever he came back. Given the unpredictability of Rook, who knows how long he would take. He had left his phone in his room, so there was no way to contact him. Sitting back down in the chair, you let out a heavy sigh.

That's when you saw it. Hidden away in the very corner of the room. Something that was slightly off. A stray corner of wallpaper was peeling off the side of the wall. It was only a small section, easily overlooked by anyone who passed by. But for someone who was obviously looking for something, it wasn't hard to miss. Rook didn't seem like the type of person to allow his room to fall into a state of disarray. Suffice to say, it caught you off guard.

Something about how that one corner was different was completely throwing off your concentration. There was no way you would be able to focus with something that distracting in the back of your mind. It was decided, in order to gain a better working environment, something needed to be done.

You stood up from your seat and made your way over to the bed, removing your shoes before carefully stepping on top of the satin sheets. They sank under your weight, making you briefly loose your footing, but you manged to make it to the wall without falling over. The Pomefiore dorm really went all out with the bedding. Soft and smooth to the touch, yet emitting a sort of poisonous aura. It dragged you in, insisting for you to lie down. As if someone could lie in peaceful slumber, forever in a death like state.

You shook those thoughts from your head. Now was not the time to think about that, there was a wall in desperate need of fixing! Standing up on your tip toes, your hand glided up the wall to secure the loose wallpaper. Just before you sealed up the wall, something else caught your attention. There was something behind the plaster. A corner of a white scrap of paper was peaking out from behind it. Why the heck was there something behind the wall? Was it something that he didn't want others to see?

You looked towards the door, seeing that Rook hadn't come back yet. What was taking him so long? His lengthened disappearance might as well be a blessing at this point, considering the blatant curiosity that festered inside you was starting to eat away at your moral compass. It is awfully rude to look at someones personal things without asking, but it was basically staring you right in the face, begging to be looked at. Surely, it wouldn't hurt to take a small peek, would it? No longer being able to subside the pestering need to be nosy, you peeled back a little more of the plaster, surprised at how easy it came off.

There was no denying the cold feeling that started to creep it's way up your spine. Slow and sultry, like someone trailing their fingers up your back. What you had expected to be a simple joke to be laughed it, turned out to be much darker then you could have ever dreamed. You couldn't believe what you were looking at, blinding rapidly, praying that it was just a trick of the eye. But every time you opened your eyes, there it was, staring back at you. That's when you noticed that there wasn't only one. Another corner peeked out.

In a marvellous flourish of motion, you quickly tore the wall paper off, revealing an entire collage of horror behind a thin wall of plaster. There was more of them. Completely covering the back wall. But these weren't pieces of paper. These were pictures.

Pictures of you.

How Rook was able to capture them without you knowing baffled you. He had taken shots from all angles, close up and distant, capturing every moment perfectly. You studied the pictures closer, being able to remember the exact date of when they were taken. One was from the day you were having lunch outside with your friends, smiling and laughing in ignorant bliss, unaware of the danger that lurked just beyond your line of sight. Another was from one of your walks, going around Night Raven campus without a second thought. Enjoying the peaceful scenery away from the usual chaos. Oh my god. He even managed to snap a shot of you while you were asleep.

Your hands instinctively slammed on the wall as you felt your body lurch forward, suddenly feeling very disorientated, and extremely unsafe. Rook could be somewhat of a stalker at times, but this was just too far. The little games he would play with the other students were nothing more than playful motions, they never borderline on obsession. So why. Why this? Why now? And most importantly, why you?

"Beautiful, is it not?"

Hearing those words broke you from your bystander state and placed you back within the clutches of the predator. You completely froze. Standing still on his bed, not even being able to look him in the eyes. You knew that you were in the wrong by snooping through his things. But if you knew what was in store, you wouldn't have done it. Discomfort radiated off you rapidly, filling the room with unimaginable dread. Neither of you said anything for a moment. But when Rook spoke, it shot through you like an arrow.

"My collection." His voice had gotten louder. He was much closer than before. On the side of the bed just behind you. You didn't even know he moved. "I've travelled my entire life and seen beauty in all it's shapes and forms. The Savanaclaw students are beast-men, their animalistic instincts interest me greatly. The students at this academy are all so distinct with their unique magic. But you." The way he spoke, letting you linger on every word he said, unsettled you greatly. "You had your own beauty in being simple. Standing out because you blend in with the background. A simple buttercup in a world of exotic flowers. It's a wonder how you managed to catch my eye, more so than that of Roi de Poison." He placed his gloved finger to his chin, taking a moment to think about his next words. "You have a certain... Je ne sais pas... Vulnerability. Something that a hunter like myself can't resist..."

As he said that, he reached out his hand, gently twisting it around your wrist. You shuddered at his touch, not wanting to be here anymore. Whatever was going on, you wanted no part in it. You wish you never saw this. Wanting nothing more than to rewind time and remain oblivious to his obsessive actions. That would be better. Going about life without knowing of the danger that was always three steps behind.

Plucking up the little courage you had, cautiously you turned to face him. You expected to see him looking at you with a sour expression. But he didn't. He didn't look angry. Why didn't he look angry? You just exposed him for stalking. Someone in their right mind should have at least changed their expression, or do something. But Rook didn't. He just continued to smile at you as he always did. As if nothing was wrong. You looked back to the pictures, and then to him. His timing was too perfect. Leaving suddenly and then catching you in the act. Leaving you bored and in need to do something. He didn't plan this... Did he?

"Did..." It was hard trying to conceal the fear in your voice. Still uneven and shaking from the realisation. "...Did you want me to find this?" Your voice was only just above a whisper, yet Rook heard it clear as day. His keen eyes picking up the slightest of sounds. He clapped his hands together happily. "Tres Bien! As expected of my petite colombe, you were able to find the clues and uncover the mystery. Your beauty surely knows no bounds. All good hunters know how to cover their tracks and remain undetected. I wouldn't let something like a stray piece of paper cause my undoing." His eyes flickered to wall, scanning over the pictures once again. It was clear that he was proud to own such a collection, but his gaze never stayed focused on them for long. Too soon his eyes would return to grace upon your features, taking them in intensely. "Even though I was able to capture your beauty within these images, it can never compare to the real thing. A replication of a painting is worthless compared to the original. That's why I had to have you."

Gently he began to pull you towards him. You tried to fight back. Squirming under his touch, hoping to be let free. But no matter how much you wriggled, how much you battered your fist against his arm, or how much you protested, he was easily able to seal you in his arms. He didn't even flinch. Being able to pull you in with one wave of his hand, like it was nothing. He only chuckled in response. There was no where for you to run, you both knew that. You had accidentally cornered yourself standing on his bed. You considered making a break for it. But then you remembered how fast Rook could be. It was sometimes scary watching him in PE, being able to easily sprint past Savanaclaw members without breaking a sweat. There was no way you would be able to outrun him. Not like you could run anyway, being clutched to his chest. Smothered in unrequited love.

All thoughts of escape fled your mind as his grip tightened. Digging his gloved fingers into your skin without breaking his smile. He was enjoying this. Having you be at his mercy. It was like being a rabbit surrounded by traps. One wrong move and something would end up broken. With a delighted expression, he tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Half-lidded emerald eyes that sparked with delusional longing. "I want to capture that look of your face forever. Belated innocence... Such a pretty face would be wasted on those who can't appreciate it's beauty. My heart pulsated with admiration. You've completely captured my heart. My mind, body, and soul sing for your embrace. Every action I have taken has been in your name. And every action I shall take will be laced with your image. Won't you be my personal muse?"

#twisted wonderland #rook hunt #pomefiore #twst yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #twst rook #yandere rook hunt #if anyone is wondering #Rook calls the reader his little dove #but I hope this was okay #Hi sometimes I wanna write #but we will resume shortly to our regularly scheduled bullshit

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kakashishomegirl · 4 years

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The Hokage ranked by their hairstyle

1) TSUNADE SENJU - Everybody probably expected this but what can I say. Tsunade is an icon and so is her gorgeous two-pigtails-side-bangs style. So legendary that not a single character in the whole anime even tried to get a vaguely similar haircut and also very inspirational for me irl.

2) HASHIRAMA SENJU - Wow, these Senju are really going places with their hair. What makes Hashirama so special is that you can clearly see he puts a lot of effort into taking care of his hair because it is extremely smooth and also clear-cut at the end. And those two slim strands hanging out of his forehead protector instead of half his hair? Revolutionary.

3) KAKASHI HATAKE - He has been called out for his weird hair by no other than Naruto Uzumaki and I can agree on it looking bad with the forehead protector in it. But without? WOW, that is sexy. He doesn‘t reach the top places because I don‘t think he actually worked for it, but we love a spiky silver mop that just screams to be dishevelled even more.

4) MINATO NAMIKAZE - The entire fandom agrees on the fact that Minato is a cutie and this is represented in his hair. It‘s a boyish cut and Minato manages to rock it even though he is adult. Still, I would say his weird side bangs are far too long to still be considered fashionable. Imagine them in real life. A nightmare.

5) TOBIRAMA SENJU - He is very similar to Kakashi and even though he would have to be considered the original I think Kakashi did it better. Tobirama is lacking the cool just-out-of-bed vibe and instead his hair simply looks a bit untidy. You still can’t accuse him of doing anything wrong though and some people like it very much.

6) NARUTO UZUMAKI - He tried to copy Obito and he failed. I‘m sorry Naruto, but you look plain boring like that and I can understand why your son bullies you. :/ If you want hair this short and plain, then you have to possess the aura to make up for it and sadly the decision for this hairstyle took all the vibes away from him.

7) HIRUZEN SARUTOBI - I hate the fact that I even have to include this man on the list but here we go. I actually wrote a whole rant about his helmet being ugly af because I thought we didn’t even know what his hair looks like. THAT‘S how forgettable his hairstyle is. It‘s just basic grandpa 1.0 and even has the half-bald thing. I am glad he covers it up most of the time.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #minato namikaze #tsunade #hiruzen sarutobi #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #tsunade senju #hokage squad #my posts #charts #fun stuff #alice talks #fashion

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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If you could assign new zodiac signs to all the Obey Me sins, what would they be? I’ve never really agreed with their canon ones...

Honestly, same. I talked with a friend about what their signs would be, and when we got the official birthdays, I was incredibly disappointed and put off tbh.

Disclaimer - I am NOT an Astrology expert or whatever, I base everything on what I know, what I see, what I deduce, what I analyse and all that shtick.

Now, I can say, I can very well agree with Mammon being a Virgo ( Although all Virgo men I met were shit, disgusting and very bad casanovas, the girls were very sweet, loving, kind ), so I’d see Mammon as the very sweet, tsundere kind of Virgo. Virgos are very down to Earth, lovely, in touch with their emotions and all that, and we’ve seen times and times again that Mammon lets his family walk all over him, just so they could feel better and refuel all their negative emotions in some kind of way. He’d literally give you his heart on a platter and would cry whenever he sees you as being loving to him in any kind of way.

On the other hand, I can see him being a Cancer as well - I see Cancer and Piesces as the most emotional and in-touch with their feelings signs, so is Mammon.

Now, Leviathan as an Aries, I can definitely see, considering this baby is impulsive and all hell - Anything that he likes comes up, he gets super excited and he does/buys/plays/watches it, binging days and nights on. And let’s not forget how his emotions are a literal rollercoaster and to the extreme - Like, he can be super excited, then he gets super gloomy in a second, and then incredibly angry - Yes, Angry, the most Aries think one can be. Angry and Impulsive.

Now, the other one I could get would be Beelzebub being a Piesces, although I’d still see him as a Cancer, since they’re most stereotypically family-orientated, and he’s the only one who canonly has like 40% or more as “Family” as the thing he thinks and loves the most - No, not food, but his family. And he, I think, was actually the most wounded by Lilith’s death and Belphie going to the attic.

This goes as a perfect anti-thesis with Belphegor who I would NEVER have seen as a Piesces, but being Twins, I guess there is that...But at least Gemini, and make it funny, come on. I know some Piesces can be super fake and bitchy, which, hey, Belphegor is a fake bitch, can’t change my mind, and that’s why I’d have kinda seen him as Gemini or maybe Scorpio too, because he has a Villain/Serial Killer vibe to him and that kind of Mysterious aura. His smile is obviously fake and screams Poison, and when he’s angry, he scared me more than Lucifer, because Lucifer is more obvious and predictable...And not a bitch. Belphegor is a bitch. Scorpios are also known to be jealous, secretive, resentful and controlling...And, uh...Remember the whole Killing MC thing? Yeah. Also, it’s said that in the original script, Belphegor is a fkn Yandere and he poisoned Satan for hanging out with MC...

For Asmodeus...Well, he’s a Taurus, alright, and they are basically known as being Sex personified or something - Just so fkn horny all the time and all that - And unfortunately, I have horrible experience with male Taurus who had no idea what Consent was and did things without me being okay with them - So I’d hate Asmo to be a Taurus because I’d associate him with a shithead. But Asmo is so much more than a sex-driven beast - Asmo wants love, wants someone genuine, wants a friend, wants cuddles and someone kind and sweet who would do self care routines with him and all that. The signs I’d choose for him would either be Scorpio, especially for his animal thing of his, or something like a Virgo - signs who are known to be feminine and sweet, but hide their true emotions very often and don’t want to bother people with their problems - In his case, Asmo’s true problem is his insecurity/looks that he tries to play as narcissism to compensate.

Now...Satan is a bit of a hard one to think about. He is a Libra, and they are said to have a hard time connecting to their humanity sometimes, so, can’t say that isn’t Satan, y’know? But they can also be very...Unlike Satan, like having troubles putting people first, having a great fashion style, struggling with confidence, indecisive...But hey, they are also natural social butterflies and are easily liked ( although by a persona many times, in Satan’s case ), as we know he has a shit ton of connections. In reality, Satan is difficult to put into one stereotype, and yes, Libra is a great sign for him, but I can also see him as other signs, maybe a Capricorn, a Scorpio, hell, maybe even a bit of Gemini or Aquarius.

And then, here’s the big man himself, Lucifer, the Morning star, who I was 100% sure was a Capricorn. As a retrospect, I am a Capricorn girl, and before I even knew of Obey me, I had friends saying that Lucifer was literally built to resemble me 100% in style, speech and behaviour - And that’s literally why I got into this game, I was curious how similar I and Lucifer were.

I am everyone’s mother in a group, and he is also very protective of his family, despite the way he punishes them ( although the situations is different for them than for humans, so it kinda makes sense anyway ), we bottle up our emotions and never tell them to anyone, we overwork ourselves until we completely exhaust ourselves, because if something isn’t done perfectly, we spiral and we’re afraid everything is out of our control and shit will go down ( Great Celestial War, Belphegor rebelling ), we are super emotional but we hide who we are behind incredibly arrogant and prideful facades of perfect coldness and superiority, ( yet our pride, ego and arrogance are actually pretty true, ngl, no wonder nobody likes me and people are afraid to even fkn approach me lol ), and we can be a bit controlling and want people to always do as we say, and we can easily feel betrayed by even the simplest things that people do without realising...Also, we want to communicate and value communication, but we’re kinda shit at it, oops.

I get the Cancer thing, since his character is literally built around him sacrificing his pride and freedom for the good of his family, but self-sacrifice and loving your loved ones endlessly is also a Capricorn trait, but it’s more underground since we’re cold bitches and nobody bothers seeing the good in us.

So, there you have it, my take on what the Sin Brothers’ signs should have been/What other signs could they have been assigned - And keep in mind, again, these are purely based on stereotypes and personal experience, I am in NO way a Zodiac expert or anything, just someone who likes to look at people and loves to read them.

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Episode 19: Clash of the Delivery Girls! The Martial Arts Takeout Race

It has been a heck of a week for me, how about all of you? But now it’s time to sit down and watch some Ranma 1/2, and this time we’re digging into season two, known here in the US as “Anything-Goes Martial Arts”. I actually do think I remember this episode, at least a little bit, though whether I liked it or not has been lost to my decaying neurons. Time to form a new opinion then, see you next paragraph!

I’ll be honest, that turned out better than expected. But before I get into that kind of stuff, let me talk about what happens in the episode. Sadly, starting with Season 2, they’ve added a little recap thing to the beginning of every episode. It’s the same animation and voice acting every time, just meant to catch up the viewer on the premise of the show. I hated it when I was younger, and I hate it more now. I have a hard time articulating why, it just rubs me the wrong way.

From there, the actual episode begins with a flashback to when Ranma was a baby, and his father carried him on his back in a martial arts pilgrimage. That turned out to be a bad idea, because at one point Genma was starving in an inhospitable wilderness. He did run into someone with food, and that someone also had a daughter around Ranma’s age. This man only agreed to share food with Genma in exchange for taking Ranma, so he’d have an heir to his school of martial arts. With pretty much no hesitation, Genma agreed, but later stole Ranma back when the man wasn’t looking.

It cuts to the present from there, where Ranma and his father are fighting over some pickles. This is interrupted when the man from the opening, Mr. Daikoku, shows up in a fancy car with his now teenage daughter, who is in a ceremonial bride’s dress. He hasn’t forgotten about the promise Genma made, and is ready to take Ranma to marry his daughter Kaori.

But Soun Tendo isn’t about to just let that happen, since Ranma is supposed to marry Akane. During the conversation there is a lot of bickering between all of them, much of it from Akane and Ranma about them even really being engaged, but Kaori can tell that Akane actually likes Ranma more than she says, and so challenges her to a contest for Ranma’s hand. There’s a Martial Arts Takeout Race going on soon, and the winner of that gets one year’s worth of ramen.

Even more than making sure Ranma and Akane get married, the chance to get all that free food nudges Soun and Genma into accepting the deal. It quickly turns out that may have been a bad idea, since Kaori removes the robe to reveal she is a powerful martial artist, specifically a master of Martial Arts Delivery.

It’s a chaotic race from there, but the long and short of it is that Kaori pulls out a bunch of secret techniques to try and win, including one that numbs Akane’s leg and another that strangles her neck with noodles until she forfeits. At that point, Ranma is seriously considering jumping into the fray to help, even though he’d sworn not to use his curse to enter the race. A nudge from his dad forces Ranma into water though, and from there Ranma and Akane work together to help her win. The Daikoku’s accept the defeat, the family has a bunch of ramen, and all’s well that ends well...at least until another man shows up claiming that Ranma is supposed to marry his daughter. Wap wap.

So, there wasn’t a ton of plot to speak of, but on the whole I quite liked this episode. First of all, it had a wacky energy to it unlike anything in the first season. The Martial Arts Gymnastic competition was the only thing that came close, but this episode from beginning to end moved at a quick pace, with lots of jokes, smooth(er than usual) animation, and a whole new over-the-top martial arts school. Not everything about it worked for me, some of the jokes felt like duds, but then there’s the Ramen Round-Up Noodle Noose, Akane skateboarding, and the fact that Genma sold Ranma for a single meal.

I am kind of sad I literally just did a Character Spotlight on Genma last episode, I should have waited. This is perhaps the first time we’ve really gotten a chance to see just how awful a father Genma can be. I love everyone’s reactions to the news of the trade as well, and Genma doesn’t even really have a defense for it. The interplay between him, Soun, and Mr. Daikoku was also just enjoyable.

Kaori Daikoku herself is also something interesting. Anime-only or not, she’s the first rival for Akane who was also bequeathed to Ranma by his father in the past, though she won’t be the last. Once she was in the fight, Kaori actually worked pretty well, for a single-episode character. I actually like her character design, and as silly as all her food attacks are, she uses them with a kind of ferocious glee that gives her a unique aura, even if she’s still not a particularly deep character.

It’s me, so I also have to comment on how much I liked the Ranma/Akane stuff in this episode, whether it was Kaori noticing that Akane doth protest too much, that Akane was actually arguing for marrying Ranma at one point in the big kerfuffle, or the ending tête-à-tête between them (though the shipping fodder there was a dub only line). Something about the teamwork they used to win at the end was adorable too.

As for my negatives, the big one is that, well, in any scene with a big crowd (and there were a few), the random people looked really bad. Or rather, they didn’t match the art style for the rest of the characters in this show, they felt like they were from a different show entirely. Another small one is that there was no opening theme, and that sucks because I was looking forward to covering it, but I’ll have to wait for it to actually be used in an episode. Other than that, my only other minor issues were the aforementioned jokes that didn’t land for me.

If it wasn’t obvious before, I am vibing with this episode. Not completely, but i was very unsure going in if I’d like it at all. It captured a kind of energy that I hadn’t realized I was missing, and was generally interesting enough that I’ll put it at #6 on my rankings, just above the second part of the Dr. Tofu mini-arc, and right behind the second episode, where Kuno was introduced.

Episode 7: Enter Ryoga, the Eternal ‘Lost Boy’

Episode 12: A Woman's Love is War! The Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 15: Enter Shampoo, the Gung-Ho Girl! I Put My Life in Your Hands

Episode 9: True Confessions! A Girl's Hair is Her Life!

Episode 2: School is No Place for Horsing Around

Episode 19: Clash of the Delivery Girls! The Martial Arts Takeout Race

Episode 6: Akane's Lost Love... These Things Happen, You Know

Episode 13: A Tear in a Girl-Delinquent's Eye? The End of the Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 17: I Love You, Ranma! Please Don’t Say Goodbye

Episode 16: Shampoo's Revenge! The Shiatsu Technique That Steals Heart and Soul

Episode 8: School is a Battlefield! Ranma vs. Ryoga

Episode 11: Ranma Meets Love Head-On! Enter the Delinquent Juvenile Gymnast!

Episode 4: Ranma and...Ranma? If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

Episode 5: Love Me to the Bone! The Compound Fracture of Akane's Heart

Episode 1: Here’s Ranma

Episode 3: A Sudden Storm of Love

Episode 10: P-P-P-Chan! He's Good For Nothin'

Episode 14: Pelvic Fortune-Telling? Ranma is the No. One Bride in Japan

Episode 18: I Am a Man! Ranma's Going Back to China!?

Season 2 is here and there is so much more to see! We only had a break from her for two episodes, but next week is the start of a new arc that unveils the return of the amazon Shampoo, with “You Really Do Hate Cats!” What does that have to do with Shampoo? Well, you’ll just have to see next week, won’t you? Tschuss!

#episode 19 #Clash of the Delivery Girls! The Martial Arts Takeout Race #ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #akane tendo #genma saotome #kaori daikoku #anime analysis #anime rewatch

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tetrakys · 5 years

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About Ikemen Vampire...

I finally got around to do the Ikemen Vampire first impressions post no one asked for, but I said I would do.

I’ve had the app on my phone for a while now, I mostly login and do the minigame to pile up on points and diamonds, but I’ve also played the butler event and a few chapters of Napoleon’s route.

FYI I only red a couple of spoilers on one route, so I’m jumping into this completely blind. Here we go.

The Premise:

A bunch of famous men from history turned vampires all living in the same mansion during a specific time in the past. On one side this is kinda interesting, on the other I know too much about many of these people (including their real aspect) to not face-palm every time I read their names, that’s why it took me so long to start this game. I knew it would need some getting used to it, and I have to admit I still find it strange at times. But well...

MC is, at least for now, the typical japanese otome game MC, so nothing exciting here, but maybe she will get gutsier moving forward? One can only hope. At least I like her love for travelling and she seems to know several languages.

Anyway if I’d been in her place, spending one month in the past with all these famous historical figures around, like hell I would’ve accepted to be a maid. I would’ve spent the whole time exploring and interviewing, I would’ve cut a deal with Le Comte, I’m sure he would’ve said yes.

Anyway, let’s get to the guys, knowing that I’m an otome hoe and of course the plan is to get with all them (except maybe one). Team harem always for the win.

Ei fu. Siccome immobile, Dato il mortal sospiro, Stette la spoglia immemore Orba di tanto spiro, Così percossa, attonita5 La terra al nunzio sta, ...

99% of the people reading won’t know what this is about. It’s one of the most important italian poems ever, it was written to celebrate Napoleon Bonaparte, it’s called Il Cinque Maggio (the date of Napoleon’s death... or in this case... resurrection as a vampire?). It’s huge, 108 verses, and I had to learn the whole thing by memory in school. It was so painful that it stuck with me to this day. That’s why I have a sort of love/hate relationship with the man.

But I decided to start with him for two reasons: I find this version of him hot and mysterious and I know his sexy scene is free so... who am I to turn down sexy times for free??

His back story of being half human half vampire is interesting and I am curious to see where this is going. I’m also curios to see how much cybird is sticking to history because the emperor had an interesting life to say the least. Including two wives, which I don’t want to think about because I am extremely jealous of all my otome boyfriends so I hope they are going to ignore this detail.

Yeah... no... this is so wrong... the guy died in exile in St Elena after failing to get his power back, speculations say that maybe he was even poisoned. It wasn’t a peaceful death and definitely he had regrets.

I feel like I am putting too much thought into this and I should take the game as if these are just random people.

Anyway, Napoleon the character has a really pretty design, I love his eyes and his mysterious aura, and he looks like the honorable knight type. I hope he has also a kinky side because that’s how I roll and too good is not exactly my thing. He said he’s not attracted to MC pfff.... bullshit of course. We’ll see.

I don’t have much to say about Mozart because I’ve seen very little of him. I like his design, he seems to be the cold and slightly asshole type which I generally like, but too cold could put me off. If they’re going for any realism at all there could maybe be some daddy issues in his route?

This was the route that originally interested me the most because Leonardo was a genius and he’s the closest to home. Let’s ignore the fact that people keep using Da Vinci as if it was his surname WHICH IS NOT ,“da” means “from” and “Vinci” is a town, Leonardo from Vinci, he didn’t have a surname because he was a natural son. But other than that, there are two main points that make me consider skipping his route altogether.

First of all, this is the only spoiler I have about the game, I know this story is sad whatever the ending, and I don’t do sad in my escapism. I only want happy endings, people may not agree but that’s my personal philosophy for playing these games.

Second, that “cara mia” triggers my rage every time I read it. As I explained in another post, “cara mia” is paternalistic and kinda offensive, “mia cara” is the sweet, caring one. The writers picked the wrong one and it’s soooo annoying to read. Especially because he repeats it quite a lot.

So, I’m not 100% sure yet, but this might be the first time in my history as an otome-player that I skip a route.

This. Adorable. Rascal. He might be the second route I play after Napoleon because I can’t wait to banter with this guy (if MC’s personality allows it).

He seems as smart as his real counter-part and I like it.

I find a little annoying that he speaks like someone pretending to be British, it seems like the writers tried too hard, but what he says is kinda hilarious and I want him to (try to) bite me 👀

I assume they didn’t go completely with the realistic route here, otherwise Vincent should be a little coo coo, but the guy was sensitive and fragile and it seems that this was somehow preserved in the character. He has both ears though, so he probably isn’t completely suicidal.

However he seems the totally sugary sweet type which is really not my thing. But I also heard he has one of the hottest sexy scenes in the game so colour me intrigued 👀

THIS! This is my man! I don’t know why I always fall for the tsundere, it’s not like I’m a masochist and like to be mistreated, but I like the bantering and I hope that MC is going to be cool enough to allow me to reply to him in tone. I really want to fight with him! 👀

Also, he’s sexy, and the fact that I know absolutely nothing about him, helps me not feeling annoyed by whatever it has been done to the character.

I don’t know what to expect from his route. Does he have a brother complex? Is he jealous because his brother is a genius and he was a simple merchant? Why were they both turned? So many questions. Give me this beautiful asshole’s route soon cybird!

I know nothing about him too, but there’s something in him that irks me. He has a sort of paternalistic attitude, too many compliments, too polite... Also, that kimono has a strange fit.

On the positive side he seems protective and I like his quirkiness, so we’ll see.

Newton is the one that, together with Leonardo, interested me the most for pure principle. And, in this case, I am quite satisfied. I like his aesthetics and personality-wise he seems similar to Mozart, quiet, distant type. We’ll see.

I keep wondering why they turned a female character male, they could’ve added a wlw route. Anyway, I won’t complain because look-wise I like him the most out of everyone. The eye patch intrigues me, I like his style and I find him really beautiful. I know though that his route is the least sexy and that’s a bummer. I am curious about him and his route and wonder if he also hears voices in his head.

In this case I’m pretty sure we’re far away from the real person. William the character is the yandere of the group and even the other vampires seem a little preoccupied by him. I wonder if his route is maybe a little dangerous, I’m intrigued.

Mmm... I know I’m going to attract the disappointment of his many fans but I don’t like Saint-Germain. He’s handsome yes, but the one thing I hate in LIs is fakeness and duplicity, and I feel it with every bone in my body this guy is a liar. He emanates the same vibes as Lucien and Leiftan. There’s so much you’re hiding Comte, and you don’t fool me one bit! Also, his colour palette is too yellow for my tastes.

Sebastian is just boring to me. I don’t know.... he looks and sounds so plain. I hope there is some big mystery behind and that he will show more personality because at the moment he’s just meh. Also he can’t be just a simple, unknown human there must be something else (I hope).

So, currently, the characters who interest me are: Theo, Arthur, Isaac, Napoleon, Jean, William, Wolfgang

While Vincent, Sebastian, Dazai, Leonardo and Comte all follow at the back of the queue.

Let’s see after a couple of months of playing if my opinions change.

And btw I’ve seen the three new vampires and they look so much cooler than all the main ones combined! I can’t wait for their routes to come out.

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More Jane and imani??? Maybe some fluffy stuff? Thank you!

Jane decided it would be best to take a day for herself. Something she didn’t do often, but it was needed being one of only a handful of females in the house. Plus, it made her feel better about her situation. So today she decided to head to the aquarium, to look at all of the pretty fish and sea creatures they had to offer. It was often that she remembered how she wanted to be a marine biologist when she was younger, before the incident and everything. This place brought her to a time before that, which gave her a bittersweet feeling always. Now, she didn’t even get a chance to finish middle school before this, much less go to college.

Imani had the pads of her fingers pressed against the cold glass, imagining the pressure of the water breaking the glass and sweeping her away with it. Aquariums were the only place she could go that brought her real joy. As a small child, she had always enjoyed the water, the ways it can be fierce and calm. It will kill you in a peaceful way if you let it. It was mystifying to her. She had never wanted to work with water and the creatures though, instead, she turned to the stars. Now she couldn’t even look at the planets without being reminded what he had done to her. So she turned to the depths of the ocean, comforting and beautiful. She could be herself among the fish. Standing in a glass tube with fish above and around her she wasn’t worried about her ego, her pride, her mission, her looks. She was just a woman standing in an aquarium, her hijab wrapped tight and her hand up against the cold glass. She blinked as she heard footsteps entering and glanced over at the entrance to see who was coming into what she considered her space. She had already sent three children screaming with the sight of her mauled face, what was another?

Jane’s heels clacked against the hard floor of the ground, a rhythm popping up if anyone who listened close enough. She had her mask on, but it was molded to her face with the magic she used, people thought it was her real face. It was amazing how much a little bit of glamor magic can do for a woman, especially one with a burned face.Jane strode into the chamber, the blue light filtering onto her as if anyone gazing upon her was looking through a sapphire. Her wig fell in waves around her shoulders, a high turtleneck covering her as the dress ended at the middle of her thigh. The long sleeves were ruffled, allowing free movement. The clacking of heels came from elegant over the knee boots, simple but adds a touch of flair to the outfit. She didn’t pay attention to anyone else in the room, her dark eyes transfixed on the water and the animals within.

Imani’s eyesight was shit at best in the blue lighting, but she could make out the shape of a woman, one still very small in comparison to her. She mumbled curses under her breath, if the vibes she got were right this woman wouldn’t hurry out with a look at Imani’s face and a flash of her teeth. She let her hand fall from the aquarium wall, stepping back from it and looking over at the woman briefly, assessing her. Long hair, gothic outfit, a stellar sense of fashion. Her whole vibe was much more put together than Imani’s. She didn’t feel the need to let people other than her clients and potential clients see her assets. She had tossed on a simple white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and striped pants. Nothing to attract attention more than she already did. As she processed everything her brain was telling her she swore she had been around this woman before, but it just wasn’t coming to her. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Jane watched the passing fish with a sense of amazement and wonder. It brought her back to simpler times when her parents would take her to aquariums like this, only to have her shout with laughter when she tried to pet stingrays only to have them splash her. How she looked at sharks, the funny ones with the long saw nose, and the massive great white ones too that could eat her whole! Memories flooded back of simpler and happier times, all the while making her chest ache and bubble with anger. Looking to the next side she heard a woman talk to her, glancing to see a tall figure in simple cloths walking towards her. Jane didn’t need to get defensive, it was too the public to do anything despite the dimly lit room. Also cameras. “It is, and how graceful everything looks while swimming. Even the clumsy fish seem to have a wonderful time,” she responded, pointing to the fish hiding under the sand waiting for prey.

“If anything, the clumsy ones seem to be having the most fun.” It then hit her as to why this woman seemed so familiar. That voice, that aura of glamor and elegance. “My, my my. If I knew I’d run into you again I would have put on something much more flattering. I do believe a wig was promised.” Imani dipped her head to the woman, still not looking at her directly, an eye trained on a particularly stunning fish passing by the glass. “It’s very nice to see you again Miss. Jane. I must say, the lighting does your beauty no justice.”

“Flattering doesn’t mean anything to me. If you were to see me fully without my mask on in my robes, you would not find me quite so appealing.” Jane responded, turning to face Imani. She was more formal than last time, but casual none the less. “And I agree, the one who is clumsy is having the most fun. But isn’t that how everything is?” Jane looked at the fish passing by the glass, a brightly colored specimen that seemed to take an interest in the two females.

“I know for a fact I’d find you incredibly appealing. After all, I see much worse than you when I look into the mirror, and I still find myself attractive.” She cast a glance at Jane, smiling. She was glad for many things, the comfort of her hijab, her skin tone, the lighting. Because if none of these factors were there Jane and anyone else would’ve seen a blush spreading across Imani’s entire face as she thought about Jane in just her robes. At this moment she was certainly one of the clumsy fish. “It is how everything is… I wish I could be as carefree as the fish.” She instinctively waved a tiny bit at the fish that stopped to stare at her and Jane as she would at a small child. A mother’s instinct she supposed. Small things she could crush but wouldn’t dare always brought that out of her. She finally turned to face Jane fully, “You do look lovely. You’re a sight for sore eyes. Well,” she chuckled, “Eye.”

Jane couldn’t help but chuckle at this, the eye pun that Imani gave. Not intending to be rude, but give a nice flirtatious air around the two of them. She walked around the taller woman, her heels clicking against the floor as she stood on the other side of her to get a different view of the water before her. “As are you, I enjoy the casual look on you if I’m to be frank. We both know attractiveness comes from confidence, not from true looks. But, that doesn’t mean looks don’t matter when it comes to the games you and I play.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she looked from the fish directly to Imani now. A playful grin played upon her black lips. “Shall we head to a different part of the aquarium? Or maybe even the top and feed the fishes ourselves?”

Imani smiled wide, a dull pain spreading across the right side of her face from the action. She knew where she wanted to take Jane. Was it risky? Absolutely. But in her opinion, it was the most beautiful part of the aquarium. “Follow me.” She turned on her heels, walking out of the cold glass tube and into the next room, past the other displays, and to the very back. There was a bench, and she sat down, patting the seat next to her. In front of them were a seemingly infinite amount of coral. “My daughter always insisted on coming to this part of the aquarium. Isn’t it beautiful?” Imani knew it was a risk telling Jane about her personal life, but Seven was due to move states anyway. And she had a good feeling about Jane. She was willing to be vulnerable with her.

Jane watched her, giving a grin back with her black lips as she followed the taller woman to the back of a different room. She sat on the bench next to her, seeing the coral reefs splayed out ahead of her like an endless forest of stone and life. If kelp was the forests of the ocean, then corals were their rocky cousins that kept more life. Parrotfish could be seen eating some of the coral, as they were supposed to do to keep it healthy. Bright green ones, others with red underbellies, beautiful colors.“Well, your daughter has good taste. Got it from you. It is beautiful.” Her black eyes watched the different corals, the colors and how many shapes they made. “Coral is underrated if I’m to be honest. It is a city of life, everyone living together. Not in peace, but living.”

Imani nodded her head, mesmerized by the colors that the coral gave off. Constant movement, constant changes. She could almost feel Seven’s tiny hand clasped in her own. “Coral build cities for fish, living cities. How cool is that? I’d pay to be a fish living amongst the coral.” She ripped her gaze away from the coral to look at Jane. At each angle, she swore Jane just got more and more gorgeous. It took her breath away more than the coral did. Damn, she was feeling gay today. “Most people pay for my company, as you know. But I have to say, I’ve never been so glad to be talking to someone and not making money while doing so.”

“Glad to be one of the few lucky individuals then. You’re quite a catch, Imani.” Jane looked over to her with her black eyes before making the motion of the fishing pole to the coral. Even made the reeling in motion as if she caught her. “Being a living fish among coral would be nice, but to simple. Granted our lives can be broken down that way if you think about it. Survive, eat, kill, repeat. Not in that order, and not everyone is that way. But I am sure we both are very aware of that.” Jane leaned back on the bench, crossing her legs to show off just enough thigh meat to get the mind wondering. She wasn’t trying to seduce the other woman, but flirting was fun if done well subtly.

Imani laughed at Jane’s silly motion. She wasn’t accustomed to being called a catch by any means, but she did like it. She nodded at Jane’s comment about their lives being simple if broken down. It was true. Imani lived to fuck, kill, get paid, and do it all over again. It was comforting in away. She noticed Jane cross her legs, and could feel the heat rise to her cheeks again. For god’s sake, she was a sex worker, she saw so much more than a little bit of thigh on a daily basis. But when it came to Jane’s little bit of thigh showing apparently her intelligence just went out the window. Not only did it go out the window, but it also left earth altogether. She looked at Jane intently, “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. And I have seen it… lots.” She snapped out of her mindless moment, looking straight at the coral, intending to pretend like she did not just let down her guard in time for the gay in her to jump out.

“Now now Imani, your gay is showing.” Jane taunted, standing up to wonder over to get a better look at the coral. “To be honest, if I didn’t know any better this would be a date. Not that I would mind since we are both in a similar business after all.” She bent down to pull up her dress on her left just a bit, to show the gleam of a point of something sharp on her leg. Interesting to say the least, how she got it past security to the place and all. Her silhouette was more pronounced, like a classic shadow pinup. A wink and a shooshing finger to Imani later, she was back sitting next to the other killer.

Imani nearly yelped at Jane’s comment about it nearly being a date. Not that she would mind. She hadn’t been on a date she wasn’t being paid to go on in over four years. It all seemed like a dream, but the lack of car tires constantly screeching told Imani this was very real. “It seems we are in a similar business…” She grinned at the sight of the knife attached to Jane’s leg and stuck out her heel. pointing to the sharp stiletto. “I had these custom made. Stainless steel tip, sharp enough to go through a man’s eye and out the other side.” Not to mention the small throwing knife she had on the side of her bra, pressed up against her skin. “I haven’t been on a real date in…four years. I wouldn’t exactly mind if this were my first one since then.” She met Jane’s eyes and smiled, lopsided because she could barely move half of her face. A real smile from her was rare, but Jane deserved it. “You’re different than any other woman who has gotten my attention, Miss Jane. I’d be honored if you’d consider making this trip into a date with me.”

“Then shall we also go grab lunch?” Jane asked, looking to her and holding out a gloved hand. Her gloves didn’t go far back, due to her long-sleeved dress and turtle neck, but very little skin shown still as she stood up still keeping her hand out. “I’ll buy, no worries. Even can get the special place where we eat by the fish, and even feed the fishes too.” It was a wonderful time to see Imani again, but surprising to Jane how well this woman can get around. She didn’t have any special traveling abilities like herself, but it was concerning. Jane hoped that it wouldn’t draw too much attention to her by doing this. Even so, she knew Imani could handle herself.

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dreamterlude · 5 years

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druck s3e01, a review

As promised, here's the very long, very messy s3e01 review, clip by clip!

CLIP 1

Right from the start, I really like the way you can feel Matteo's solitude thanks to the use of the music and how it "stops" when the camera's on him, I think it's a really smart move to show how he feels, like he's worlds apart, detached from all what's happening around him.

Then the shot changes from a guy's hands, a girl with a gut tattoo (absolutely love it) and a girl's ass, Idk if this has any purpose but it's still a cool effect, so kudos to the cinematography.

The moment Matteo stands up and goes to the bathroom but Sara stops him and kisses him really sets the tone of their relationship: Matteo's face when kissing Sara says a lot about his situation, like he's hugging her but at the same time he's not happy about it, his face shows apathy and resignation.

Really really loved the scene with the boys in the bathtub!! I think it does an awesome job at "introducing" (we already knew them) them. They talk about some sex position and act like dumbasses, but again Matteo feels like he's not there.

The shot of Matteo looking at himself in the mirror goes deeper into his confused and ausent kinda aura, it's as if he was wondering what is he doing there in that party, what is he doing with his life in general, which honestly? hella relatable.

HIGHLIGHTS: Boys gang's one common braincell, "Kiki is the hypotenuse", Dónde está mi gente playing in the background.

CLIP 2

First of all I love Matteo's room and I can't wait to see more of it!

The song choice is so on point for this scene like wow, it really helps the whole "lazy morning after" mood and also has a high melancholic vibe, which is (imo) very Matteo.

Also, the use of the lyrics!!! "I woke up but it didn't go away" right before Matteo sees his mother's message, "did you expect me to cry" when he's touching Jonas' hair and "will you not think of me tonight" when he sees the number on Jonas' arm. So far Druck has been exceptionally good at the song choices and the way they use them so I'm not exactly surprised at how good this was.

Bringing back the moment Matteo touched Jonas' hair because it was really important!! I made a post about this, but the fact that Matteo only shows this softer side of him because he's "alone" says a lot about himself and it's actually really sad. Not only that, this moment also shows that he's not over Jonas, and that makes a lot of sense for me, because he seemed to be really into him back in s1 (s2 too but especially s1).

HIGHLIGHTS: "Why are you in Matteo"s bed" "I could ask the same" " I was waiting for you", Matteo's tracksuit + grandpa jacket combination, we love a fashion icon.

CLIP 3

Right from the beginning, the absolute chaotic gay energy of Matteo replying to Sara's pic with "cool" and the shrug after that, he's not even trying, he doesn't know what to do or how he got himself into that situation.

Once again, when talking to his friends and the girls it seems like his body is there but hia mind is miles apart. Also!! when Sam tells him about how good the party was and he agrees even though it's clear (for the viewer) that he didn't have a good time, I think this is a good way to show the viewers Matteo's "wish" to fit in, and how he's always pretending.

And then!! The Scene!!!! I've talked about this on other posts but the way Matteo and David checked each other out was so not subtle, I loved it. The slow-motion, the song choice, the moment their stares connected, then again when both of them turned their heads to keep looking... what can I say except poetic cinema.

Also major kudos to Michelangelo for Matteo's slight facial change, it really shows that the encounter with David shook him up, even though he still doesn't know why.

HIGHLIGHTS: The way Hanna looked at Jonas! I love that Druck doesn't forget about past plots and instead continues them with little details like this.

Unrelated but Matteo I'm begging you please wear a fucking belt.

CLIP 4

First of all, what's up with the teachers not wearing bras??? I have nothing against women choosing not to wear bras but like, why is this a recurring theme for the "Isak" season?? I honestly don't get it.

I don't think there's a lot to comment in this clip, it's basically a way to introduce Matteo and Amira's friendship (something I'm hella excited for) and to set the date for The Meeting™.

That being said, there were little things that made me love this clip, like Matteo's body language. The way he shrugs and rolls his eyes, you can really feel how (physically and emotionally) tired he is just by looking at him. You don't have to understand german to know what he's thinking, you can get a sense of it based on the way he acts!! All this is thanks to Michelangelo for being so fucking good at acting, like wow.

Another thing I liked was Matteo's mood getting worse after seeing Jonas flirt with that girl, as I've said before I like that they're showing us that he's still not completely over him, it makes it more real to me.

HIGHLIGHTS: Amira looking like a goddess in that pink hijab, Matteo's "nein" when the teacher called him out, the masterpiece that is "Idk, a blowjob".

CLIP 5

Once again, I love Matteo's room!! That yoga cushion he was using? a comfortable king.

There are 4 things that I want to talk about in this clip, first, Matteo texting his friends that he's also "busy". As I've said in the clips above, he really feels that he has to pretend to be someone he isn't and that's such a realistic side of being in the closet, I feel like Druck is doing a good job in showing that.

Then, the fact that he doesn't close his eyes when kissing Sara. He's not invested in the kiss (for obvious reasons) and he just wishes it would end, but at the same time he doesn't neglect it? Like he's in a level of resignation where he doesn't care anymore.

I feel like I mention this way too much but!! the body language!!! it's so important in a character like Matteo, who (so far) doesn't seem to be very talkative. When Sara asks him if they're together, you can see how uncomfortable he is with the idea but at the same time it's like he's trying to convince himself that this (being with Sara) is how things are supposed to be. Which, not gonna lie, is sad as fuck.

And finally, the moment in which Matteo asks Sara if she wants to watch a movie with him. She was clearly expecting something else (her face says it all), but Matteo looks content, almost happy. Maybe because of the relief he feels since he doesn't have to kiss her?? or maybe because he has someone keeping him company, someone that likes him and is affectionate with him. In this sense, I feel like Matteo is using Sara not only to pretend he's straight, but also as an emotional support, sort of. Based on the scene in the 2nd clip, he seems like a very touch starved person, craving for some affection, and right now the one who can help with that is Sara.

HIGHLIGHTS: "Should I do some research?" Matteo you absolute disaster gay. Sara being cute and lovely (I really hope she's not like other Emmas).

CLIP 6 aka The Clip™

Okay with this clip I'm going straight to Matteo and David's interactions because this is getting really long, rip.

The way Matteo's whole aura changes around David!! He's really trying hard to come off as a cool guy but David is highkey having none of that shit, I love it. Like when Matteo puts the joint on his ear and says "come on", excuse me? who is this smooth motherfucker and what has he done to my gremlin son? For real now, I love that we got to see this side of Matteo, and I'm really really excited to see more of it.

But also the way David was checking Matteo out when he was looking for the joint like, wow, he seems to really like him already (and I don't even mean in a romantic way, not yet).

The whole conversation they had is a masterpiece and I could say a lot about it, but my favorite parts would be as they follow:

David saying he "murdered someone" (the metaphor is strong here) and the subsequent "I murdered my parents joke" that comes from it. Weird humor sense but Matteo seems to like it, in fact he laughs! for the first time since the season started he seems to be present, invested in the moment, laughing!! Rewatching the episode, the change in Matteo's behaviour is really noticeable, he went from being ausent around his friends and Sara to being incredibly "present" during his conversation with David. Let me just say: poetic cinema.

But also the fact that Matteo hides his smile really quick, like he's still being guarded, like he didn't expect David to make him feel.

The!! eyelash!! thing!! This was such a nice, kinda awkward moment, absolutely my favorite one. Matteo growing some confidence and asking if he gets to make a wish now, licking his lips while looking at David, like... wow. I absolutely love that David asked him what would he had wished for, because it gave us some insight to Matteo's situation: he just wants to go away, which considering all he's been through, makes a lot of sense.

It also gave us some information about David! he said he also wanted to get away and go to Detroit, since that was where the best music came from. I like that with this simple conversation we got to know more about both of them.

Then, the way David's mood changed when Sara came in and kissed Matteo, he looked so... disappointed? He was like "gtg". Also, something I noticed rewatching the episode: when he said goodbye he only looked at Matteo!!

And last but not least, when Sara said "that's him, the guy Leonie has a crush on" and Matteo replied with "no I think that's someone else", I'm genuinely curious about this?? What is Matteo trying to do here?? I guess we'll have to wait 👀

HIGHLIGHTS: Amira, Sam and Kiki looking pretty as always, Matteo's face when Kiki suggested hugging teachers, Photoshop Markus, David's smile.

Anyways, that's it!! This got really long but I had a lot to say!! Druck has officially become my favorite remake, so I might do a review per episode if you guys like it uwu ♡

#druck #druck review #i talk a lot #sorry if im annoying fjshf #this probably has a lot of typos but ive been at it for two days fjsjd

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chanquil · 5 years

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home in your hands | bang chan

soulmate!au reimagined in nine different ways

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader ft.3racha, 00’ line

Genre: soulmate!au, fluff

Length: 4.2 k

Warning/s: profanity, male x male pairing

Description: Many find out who their soulmate is when the new year arrives but you’re just here trying to survive your friends’ crazy antics before you go crazy yourself.

A/N: Just a little warning before you continue reading – if you’re here for some good old romance between the pairing...there isn’t that much in here. After writing across countless nights, the fic is mainly focused on nostalgia rather than a lot of fluffy moments. I hope everyone will still be able to enjoy it though, and any criticism or comments on my writing is totally welcome. Also, if it starts getting weirder the more you read it...I honestly have no idea what happened lol. Enjoy!

“God, I know we planned this out already but doesn’t this scream ‘my soulmate is part of a cult’ kind of vibes?” The stupidity of this whole plan is finally sinking into you.

To sum it up, your group of friends decided that it would be a swell idea to wait till midnight altogether on New Years Eve in case of a soulmate switch. Since all of you were born in the year 2000, the switch could potentially occur to any one of you, and the nosy boys you call your friends wanted to witness all of this in the front row. And here you are, begrudgingly sitting in a circle with Felix on your left, Hyunjin on your right, and the brat who came up with the idea sitting across from you.

“This is the main reason why Seungmin disagreed to partake in this festivity but screw him, he can suck it ‘cause we’re geniuses for having this idea!” Jisung exclaims loudly, pumping his fist into the air with too much excitement.

Usually you would ignore his hyperactive state but your agitated behaviour causes you to flinch slightly at his loud voice. “You’re making me regret not choosing to ditch like Seungmin did.”

“Hey, we all already agreed to this so let’s just have some fun before midnight approaches guys,” Hyunjin chimes in, passing around the bag of chips in his hands. He has always been the pacifist of the group, the one to stop you from sucker punching Jisung in the stomach for his stupidity.

You reluctantly take a hold of the bag, shoving your hand inside and proceeding to munch loudly on a handful of chips as you glare at your three friends. Hyunjin grimaces, face contorting as he just shakes his head at your antics. However, what disappoints you is that Jisung and Felix still have a huge grin plastered on their faces, irritating you even further as you meticulously wipe the flavouring off of your fingers.

“Now remember, close your eyes when it strikes midnight,” Felix chimes in, smiling impishly in your direction to see if you would yield to his request.

You sigh reluctantly, accepting your reality. You’ve always found it hard to say no to Felix. Last Winter break, when you were all over at Hyunjin’s house, hot tub running to relieve the cold chills, he had whipped out a bottle of bubble bath soap. You knew it was a disaster just waiting to happen, but the over-exaggerated pout on his lips meant that you had no choice but to say a reluctant yes. It was hard to look Hyunjin’s parents in the eyes when they came home to a backyard filled with bubbles branching off into the shrubs and flowers.

“Remind me why I agreed to join this again?” you rhetorically question. Hyunjin nudges your knee with his hand, smiling softly at you when you reciprocate with a small smile of your own.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun,” Jisung coerces, still smiling proudly as he turns to fistbump with Felix. You sigh once again but give in to their ridiculous ideas.

“Man, you guys are a bunch of losers,” you exhale out. “But I guess I’m one too.”

The three beam at your words, cheering in enthusiasm at your compliance. They’re getting louder by the minute, so in an attempt to calm them down before midnight comes and surprises you all, you speak up over their chatter. “Hey! Boys, calm down now. If midnight passess whilst this chaos is happening and I switch places, I think my soulmate would run for the hills.”

Hyunjin at least has the decency to sheepishly duck his head down, scratching the side of his neck in embarrassment. Felix and Jisung, however, don’t seem even slightly embarrassed but they calm down in favour of whipping their heads to the clock hanging on the wall. It’s 11:59, the second hand calmly approaching 12.

“Holy shit!” Jisung starts to panic. “It’s almost midnight. Guys, prepare yourselves!”

You’re staring intently at the clock’s face as the seconds tick by. Thirty three...thirty four...thirty five…

“Okay! Remember! Close! Eyes!” Hyunjin’s words are coming out in short huffs, eyes drilling into the carpeted floor.

“If I switch, please say good things about me to my soulmate,” Jisung pleads, clutching his hands together in desperation.

Forty seven...forty eight...forty nine…

Felix looks like he’s shut down and stopped functioning as his eyes blankly register nothingness. It’s causing concern to arise within you but the ticking seconds bury your worry for later because hey, what’s the likelihood of you switching anyway?

The clock ticks a second before twelve as you whisper under your breathe a small, “Happy New Year, dorks,” and then you flutter your eyes closed.

A second passes after midnight and you immediately open your eyes. The harsh lighting momentarily blinds you as you blink a couple more times to get used to it. Once your vision returns, you are met with a large computer with what seems to be an audio programme running on the screen. The sensation of a mouse in your grasp is pulsing through your fingertips, the feeling of your grip so different than usual.

What actually surprises you is the coarse feeling of your hand which contrasts what you’re so used to. It’s rough but also smooth, like the weight of their life was heavy on their hands but their conscious caused them to be cautious of the concept of time. You slowly raise your hand, spreading your fingers apart as you inspect the deepened veins lining all across. You’re admiring the artificial light that is seeping between the cracks, outstretched towards the ceiling in awe.

The door abruptly opens. You whip your head towards the sound and are met with a man that you’ve never seen before, chest heaving slightly as you maintain eye contact with him.

You don’t recognise his face, the curve of his jaw and the dip of his nose not anything you’ve glanced at on the street at all. He’s adorned in black clothing, from top to bottom, all looking two sizes too large for his small frame.

His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Doubt shrouds your sensibility as you second guess whether this is where your body is supposed to be. The thought of potentially being the soulmate to a robber in action terrifies you but your ridiculous thoughts are dampened when the boy across from you speaks up.

“Uhm, hi.” He pauses, hesitancy written in his facial features. Maybe you’re the scary boss to this petrified intern who looks close to passing out. “I was wondering if you could tell me what the address of this place is?”

Now you’re very confused. It doesn’t seem like the person standing across from you knows who you are, or more specifically, the body that is in front of him. It’s even more confusing that he doesn’t know about his whereabouts when he’s already in the vicinity. You can only come up with one plausible reason to this situation.

“Did you, by any chance, switch bodies with your soulmate...?” you tentatively ask, afraid that your assumptions were wrong.

His eyes light up by your statement. “Yeah, I did. Was it that obvious?” he says, chuckling softly under his breath.

You grin as you say, “Just a little.”

“Well, I don’t know the name of the face you’re seeing right now but my name is Seungmin. It’s nice to mee–”

“What– Seungmin?” you abruptly cut him off, very surprised by these turn of events. “Is that you? It’s me, Y/N! I switched too!”

A look of recognition flashes across his facial features and although the face in front of you is not familiar, the small glimmer in his eyes and widened mouth that exudes happiness is.

“Holy– that means our soulmates know each other,” he says, excitement radiating off the foreign body to your eyes. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet? Because I’m dying to know what my soulmate looks like.”

“No, not yet.” You lightly touch the defined jawline, fingers dipping gently across the collarbones before swiftly retracting your hand. It feels too private, too invasive to be touching any skin even though it is technically your own right now.

“Aren’t you curious about what you look like?” he asks, noticing your hesitancy.

“I don’t know. This just feels a little bit too invasive, you know?”

“Hey, relax. Remember, it’s just your soulmate.” He grips your hands and looks up into your eyes as he adds, “Plus, it’s only for an hour.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You breathe out shakily before shaking away the doubt. “On the bright side, I feel great in this body without having to look at my reflection. How do you feel?”

You would say Seungmin is very lucky considering that this man is his soulmate, the sharp jawline and feline eyes encapsulating a mysterious but intriguing aura to anyone who would take a glance at his face.

“I just feel...shorter than usual,” he huffs out.

This amuses you but before you can retort, vibrations course through your body and interrupt the conversation. You fumble, lightly patting your sides before reaching into the jean pocket and fishing out the still vibrating phone. An unknown number is flashing on the screen but you see no harm in picking up, so you swipe and accept the call.

“Hello?” you hesitantly say. You’re attentive to every sound that you hear on the other line as Seungmin (in his soulmate’s body) stands stoically in front of you, curiosity getting the best of him as he eases forward slowly.

“Hey! Chan, it’s me. Changbin!” the person exclaims. “I know you might not recognise my voice bu–”

“Oh, don’t worry. I recognise your voice,” you respond calmly.

“You do? Do you know who my soulmate is, Chan?” You’re too busy pulling the phone away from your ear to hear the rest of his rambling. You’re looking directly at Seungmin, an evil grin plastered on your face. He’s skeptical, eyebrows knitted and demanding to know what your words mean to the unknown person on the other line.

“I think I just heard your soulmate, Seungmin.” You’re still grinning widely at him as you try to contain your excitement.

“How would you know–”

“I hear your voice.” You’re pointing at the phone still in your hand, the faint noise of rambling becoming background noise for the two of you as you stand there in silence, patiently waiting for Seungmin’s response. If you were to strain your ears harder to pinpoint the chatter, you would be able to pick up the words hey, where did you go and tell me who my soulmate is bro, all distinctly in Seungmin’s tone.

“...Oh.”

It’s amusing seeing Seungmin so astounded. Usually he is the calm and collected one of your group, making the plans so that they don’t fail in the hands of Jisung or Felix and always the one to keep you in tow when you get roped up in their antics. He was the one who had thoroughly apologised to Hyunjin’s parents when the bubble bath incident happened whilst Hyunjin was hiding behind you for a shield. He had somehow miraculously got them to smile at the end of the day, and Hyunjin was left not scolded. So seeing him like this, mouth still slightly open and eyes a little distraught, is a little out of the ordinary.

“Here.” You pass the phone to him, waiting patiently until he grabs a hold of it and hesitantly puts it to his ear. Conversation flows between the two, soft whispers uttered because Seungmin still seems to be in awe about the whole situation. He ends the conversation with a reluctant bye, hanging up the phone before passing it back to you.

“I’m gonna go meet up with him at my apartment,” he says after a moment. Although he seems composed, there’s a small smile creeping in the corner of his mouth.

“Alright then,” you reply enthusiastically. “I’ve got a soulmate to go meet too.”

Chan rubs his tired eyes and the next thing he knows, he’s staring at Jisung. He’s perplexed, confused as to why he is in front of him right now when he was just seated at his computer, frustratingly composing on New Year’s Eve.

“Jisung, I thought you weren’t coming in tonight,” Chan ponders aloud, the words escaping his lips with ease. The words flow out after his mind formulates the exact sentence but the tone of his voice catches him by surprise. It’s so different, so fleeting in comparison to his hoarse voice that mellows out in tired whispers.

The first time Chan felt a difference in his voice was when he was fourteen – an age of growing adolescence and awkward two second glances with his crush across the classroom. He was a late bloomer, a small bud that skyrocketed in height and appearance in only a few weeks over Summer break.

His mother had doted on him during his growth spurt, pinching cheeks while whining cutely that he was growing up so fast and was no longer her little baby anymore. His father would joke around and say that he would outgrow him at this rate and that he would start wearing insoles from now on. His younger siblings teased his voice cracks but also envied the drastic change.

His friends were the most shocked. Start of Summer break, he was a tad shorter than the others and voice squeaky like a rubber duck. By the end of it, he had grown to be taller than both Jisung and Changbin and his voice was more mature, smoother around the edges.

The change in voice definitely helped with his vocals. Jisung was so shocked by the difference that he jokingly said, “Why don't we start our own group now that your voice is like this?” and that's where it all began. His abrupt change in voice had sparked the creation of a trio that would pave their own future.

So maybe that's why he isn't as shocked as he should be. Maybe this abrupt change in voice is a sign that the future will be a bright one, just like how it is with 3racha.

He finally becomes aware of the different setting – the brown, withered couch behind Jisung and perfectly hanging clock on the wall is a sight he's never seen before.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Jisung questions slowly, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “We agreed to do this altogether, remember?”

Chan shifts his view across the expanse of the room, figuring out the situation through the two strangers beside him and the room that he's never stepped foot in before. “Oh, I think I switched bodies with my soulmate,” he says too casually that he surprises even himself. The prolonged waiting had caused him to become nonchalant about the whole soulmate body switch.

“Oh my god, really Y/N?? Who are theyyy??” Jisung yells out very excitedly.

“No Jisung, you idiot,” Chan sighs out. “I'm your friend's soulmate, not Y/N themself.”

Jisung jumps slightly, edging a little further away from Chan. “H-how do you know my name then? Are you pranking us, Y/N?”

“It's me, Chan.”

“Wha– Chan?” Jisung pauses before saying, “Prove it then.”

“What’s happening, Jisung?” Felix questions, peering cautiously at him. “Who’s Chan?”

“You want me to prove it…?” Chan questions at the odd proposal, before grinning evilly. “Alright then. You asked for it.”

Hyunjin has been silent the whole time, still trying to take in the situation. Felix is still sceptical, and Jisung is still wide eyed, waiting for Chan's response.

“You tell all your friends that we haven't shown our faces to the public because we want privacy but really it's just because you just want to be like Hannah Montana and, as she says, ‘get the best of both worlds.’” Chan gives Jisung a sneaky look.

“That's...very interesting…” Hyunjin says hesitantly, pointing a lopsided smile towards Jisung.

“Ca-can we just ignore that please?” Jisung closes his eyes, embarrassed to look anyone in the eye.

“Do you believe it's me now?” Chan questions.

Jisung reluctantly gives out a, “Yes.”

The atmosphere is a little awkward after the odd information but Chan just sits there with a smug look on his (soulmate’s) face.

“So…” Felix starts. “Want to see Y/N’s baby photos?”

You’re just outside of your apartment complex, hand raised just a few centimetres shy from the wooden door. The walls of the complex are covered in lilac coloured wallpaper, various patches across the expanse revealing it’s true shade of brown underneath. You feel just like these walls, too exposed and vulnerable, too attached to the comfort of the fading disguise.

Hesitancy is still apparent in you but your eyes discover comfort in callous edges of the hand in front of you. Although this is technically your body as of this moment in time, it isn’t yours when the minute hand ticks pass the little 12 scratched on the clock overhanging your beat up couch just on the other side of this wall.

This doesn’t mean you’ll never see this body again though. Or so you hope.

It’s hard to admit but you’re already attached to your soulmate’s body. Not because it’s able to make people on the street turn heads and have their stare linger for just a little longer than normal. Nor is it because you feel stronger, more built with muscle than your usual lazy self who would triumph for getting out of bed for once.

No, the reason is rather simple. This body, this being, makes you feel reassured, comfortable even within foreign bounds. There is a sense of familiarity and relief that washes over you and makes you feel as if the big, scary world of becoming an adult that is portrayed to you isn’t as bad as you feared it would be.

When you were seven years old and your mother was cleaning out the fridge, your siblings had managed to clamber you inside without any qualms. What you didn't expect would be the feeling of darkness that would engulf you when they closed shut the door. It felt overwhelming, like the outside world was so distant from the place you were trapped in. So you did what you could at the time – bawl your eyes out until your mother opened the fridge door.

And that feeling, the feeling of that fleeting fear consuming your whole conscious, was what you thought the world from that moment on would be like – that the adult world would envelope you in fear and discomfort.

But you don't feel any of that right now in your soulmate's body.

The fear of the unknown scares you, but the fear of losing your soulmate scares you even more.

You finally build the courage to knock on your apartment door, three times in a row, followed by two quick knocks, like usual. At the start of your final year in high school, Hyunjin had become obsessed with making his own secret handshakes. After giving in to his pleading eyes and trembling pout, you let him come up with a silly handshake between the two of you to satisfy his obsession. But this only fueled his creation as he then came up with a secret doorknock, just for the five of you to use when visiting each other. Doorbells became irrelevant when Hyunjin would give glares to anyone who didn’t opt for the knocking, which he dubbed with the name “The 00’ line banger”.

The complex walls are far from soundproof when you knock, evident by the clear reverberation of the sound in the corridor. You also hear the fumbling and hurried footsteps rushing to the door, which swings open a few seconds after. It’s Jisung, huffing with eyes downcast and hand still clutching the door handle.

He finally sweeps his face forward, eyes going further up than what you’re used to. You realise, belatedly, that it is because you’re in a different entity, a different body structure than what you’re used to. You’re only a few centimetres taller than Jisung in this body but the need to look down rather than up for once causes you to crack a smile.

Recognition flashes past Jisung’s face as he immediately shouts out, “Chan!” before realising his mistake. “Wait, I mean– Y/N! You’re here!”

He pushes you into your apartment complex and quickly closes the door before dragging you into the living room. And that’s when you finally see him.

Well actually, you see yourself. You’re looking at your own body, your own flesh and skin right opposite of you. The hair that you comb through every morning, the comfy sweatpants you opted for today, and facial features that you see every time you look in the mirror, all there right in front of you. It feels so surreal, like you’re floating in the air in a dream.

You finally snap out of your reverie but begin to panic when you witness what is in front of you. Your baby photos are spread out all over the floor, albums splayed open in all their glory. You scream, launching yourself towards the floor, hurrying to pile the photos altogether. Your cheeks are beginning to heat up as you avoid eye contact with your soulmate (which is technically your body at this point).

“W-whose idea was it to bring these out?” you nervously shout, attempting to remain composed as you straighten your spine. “I'm gonna beat some sense into you.”

Felix squeaks at that statement. “S-sorry Y/N...It was my idea…”

You stare directly at Felix and once again get captivated by his trembling pout. “It's...fine, Felix. I forgive you.”

Felix yells out a triumphant whoop. You sigh because you can't seem to get truly mad at Felix's antics.

“Sorry about looking at your photos without your permission.” It's really odd, you think, hearing your own voice. It sounds familiar but also foreign, a little deeper than how it usually sounds when the words flow smoothly out of your own mouth.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” You're still shifting the photos messily into the album, hands clambering at every piece. “I'm fine with it.” You pause, finally having the courage to take a glance at your soulmate. “As long as you'll show me yours later on.”

You quickly duck your head down, missing the small smile that graces his (your, to be precise) lips. “Okay, that's a deal then,” he replies nonchalantly.

You finally finish placing everything back in the album's, ready to carry all of them back into your room. However, you're stopped by a hand that dips down and takes half of the load. Looking up, you see yourself, but really it's your soulmate who speaks up to say, “So where do you keep these?” This gives you no other option than to pick up the rest of the pile and lead him towards your bedroom.

You settle the albums on your desk, before motioning for him to do the same but one of your baby photos comes tumbling out. You instinctively dive down for the picture. Your fingers glide to the corners, but your hand brushes against his. You look up into his eyes and blink rapidly out of shock.

And suddenly, you’re looking up at a stranger. But you look down at your still touching hands and find familiarity in the hand that you were once controlling just a few seconds before.

You tentatively raise your head back up, maintaining eye contact with him in silence. So this is the face to the name that people have been calling you for the past hour. Chiseled jaw that you remember touching, droopy eyes that captivate you, and curly hair that makes you reach out and touch in a daze. It’s just as soft as it looks.

He chuckles at your actions, causing you to quickly withdraw your hand (which is thankfully actually your own body now) but he stops you, bringing your hand back to his hair.

“Don’t worry, I like it when you do that,” he says. He has a devilish smile on his lips as your cheeks burn furiously. He lets you continue patting his head gently as he holds your other hand, drawing patterns across your palm.

And everything just feels right in that moment.

The studio lights are the first thing you see when you wake up. Its intense lights are piercing your vision, momentarily whitening your view as you groggily arise from your slumped position. You feel a slight tug at your wrist so you look down at your hand, the sight causing a gummy smile to appear.

Chan’s hand is clinging tightly onto your own, hard enough for you to barely escape its clutches and soft enough that you can feel how delicate you are to him, even to his sleeping form.

You admire the deep veins running along his hands, down towards his wrist and forearm. It feels so surreal that just a few months ago the sensation of his hands were literally running through your own fingertips.

You press a soft kiss against his messy curls, lingering for a second as a small smile graces your lips. You mumble, words tumbling out but incoherent to him in his unconscious state.

“Yeah...This feels like home to me.”

☆ body switch: where you switch bodies with your soulmate for an hour on new year after the younger of the two has turned 18 - bang chan

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(English is not my native language so umm sorry for any occurring mistakes? > <)

*shuffles awkwardly* Hi dear I come bearing writing prompts? *nervous laughter* I swear initially they were meant to be short descriptions BUT EVERYTHING GOT TOTALLY OUT OF HAND BY THE END. MY GOD THEY’RE SO DAMN LONG NOW. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO (you could take all of them, some of them, one of them or NONE OF THEM ok? Totally fine!) so please don’t feel pressured? :) And you’re welcome to put your own spin on the prompts, pass them onto other writers if they’re interested or to collab with someone else! :D

But seriously though you can also just treat them as littles “stories” from me (aka. your humble little anon fan) to you, intended for your amusement instead of writing requests alright? Sorry to bombard you so suddenly with all this LOL. BTW you’ll see mostly they’re Brian’s POV because that’s just how my brain is wired lol it’s been like that since day 1 I CAN’T HELP IT.

BTW the “His Majesty, KING!” series by chateauofmyheart (I think she’s most known for the Queen + Rare Words series and her Tumblr blog is chateauofmymind) is THE fic that completely changed my perspective on gender swap themes. After reading that I was fascinated by how good it can be in the hands of brilliant writers. Hence all you’re reading right now ahahahaha it’s like a floodgate been opened LOL.

Alright? Here we go with the first one - Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King) with supernatural elements? (I’m still gonna use male names and pronouns here to avoid confusion but at the same time it’s also because of I wanna see what female names you’d bestow upon them! Surprise me then? :D) Brian always has a connection with the “spiritual side” since he was a kid, sometimes he sees auras, energies, spirits and even on very rare occasions, deities. But it’s not as glamour as it sounds and he has learned the hard way to keep this solely to himself since no one will believe him. And to pretend to be “normal” is very important since not everything he sees is harmless, he has to find ways to avoid being haunted by evil beings, but it doesn’t always work; More often than not his health or mood is affected or he’s chased and stalked and has terrible nightmares hence the insomnia. By the time he got to college, though things still got really bad every once in a while but it felt like he has finally beginning to have situations under some semblance of control. Strangely, all these seemed to largely improved right after he became friends with Roger, Freddie and John, BUT inconveniently started pining after them real quick. His usual tactics were to keep his distance from the people around him but this time he’s drawn to them, feeling oddly alone when they’re not together; How sad is that? Falling in love for the first time in his life yet knowing there’s just no way it’s gonna end happily, but they don’t need to know that it’s fine he’s used to being the outcast. Although his first meetings with each of them does feel a little unusual? They sure are a weird bunch for example, who would own so many of candles? And why so many talismans as well? (Very beautiful though all seems to be handmade perhaps they’re just into DIY stuffs and craftsmanship?) Also the look they gave him? Gleam in their eyes akin to excitement and awe, almost predatory in a sense? Not to mention all those cryptic sentences and meaningful glances shared between the three. It sounds crazy but sometimes they gave off such strong “witchy” vibes as if they’re actual witches like the ones in the movies or something (NOT the Harry Potter kind but more like, The Craft? But in a good way?), that being said Brian does have this distinct feeling that they’re in on some kind of secret which he’s not a part of and it makes him feel a bit sad and left out, but he hides his feelings well(me: or so he thinks haha we’re all familiar with this trope yeah? MOVING ON LOL). These three are lovely together, but Brian’s afraid of screwing things up so he kept his mouth shut and just took whatever he can get. Plot twist LOL one night after a horrible near-death incident (caused by a horrendous curse aimed directly at him and much later on he learned that somehow it was powerful enough to break through the “protection ring” which Roger, Freddie and John had cast around him, WTH?!), he’s eventually saved by the other three and now he really wants some answers and perhaps the truth. It turns out that they’re all actual witches with different abilities and incredible powers including the oblivious Brian, Roger, Freddie and John had known this their entire life and all had proper training except for Brian who isn’t from a witchcraft family. Basically the other three have being protecting and guarding him ever since they’ve met (even though he doesn’t know a damn thing about his own gifts, they were very adamant that he belongs to them and their own “coven”). The four of them actually formed one of the most powerful witch coven ever and the curse was cast by another malicious one that’s jealous and afraid of how powerful they’re going to be once Brian realizes his own gifts, so they tried to get rid of him first. Cue a happy Poly!Fem!OT4 ending and a love confession + getting together yeah? :D And they all work on helping Brian to develop and harness his own powers. Love youuuu. (BTW I’m “obsessed” with Gothic aesthetics and vibes. This seems to be the perfect universe for this type of element to shine right? :D Literally everything ranging from character styles to witchcraft tools could be incorporate with it but I don’t think I did a good job in describing. Orz)

And off to the second prompt now! Shall we? :) Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King)? (Or no gender swap is fine too! Again I’m still using male names and pronouns here same reasons as above), It’s around 20:00 when Brian exited his plane. This past one month period of astronomy conference had been an opportunity of a life time and literally one of his biggest dreams. It’s a huge honor for him to be able to participate but after being away from his three lovers for so long, he does miss them terribly; The schedule of the conference is quite hectic and irregular with very little down time though the four of them do try to facetime or skype each other as often as they can, it still is nothing like being with each other in person, not to mention they’re all busy and more often than not had to resort to just texting in their group chat. His heart now flutters happily thinking about home and them. Just as when he’s about to call for a taxi someone’s hand came up around his waist – it’s John! And apparently John had arranged in advance for some people to come and take care of Brian’s luggage, Him however, remains firmly tucked by Brian’s side. Though they’re both not too keen on PDA Brian finds the urge to kiss him incredibly strong right now. John seems to be the same considering the heat in his eyes and if his smirk is anything to go by - “Wanna go for a ride? Our new car’s pretty neat.” “The one that Roger picked?” “Yeah.” “He agreed that you can drive it?” “Well he’s going to have to since the car keys’ being nicked.” “Oh my god John you stole Roger’s car keys?!” “It’s OUR car so technically it’s not stealing.” TBH John’s expression right now is kinda turning him on okay calm down deep breath they’re still in public god damn it. John proceed to guided Brian towards their ride and it is indeed a beautiful car. While John drove Brian asked Roger and Freddie’s whereabouts and got a mysterious smile and a vague “you’ll see” instead. It’s getting quite late and there’s not much traffic on the road so John might be speeding up a bit to enjoy the thrill. Normally Brian would fret over this but now he’s just happy, content and relaxed after coming home and reuniting with his lovers. He even let out an excited little shout and rolled down the window a bit to enjoy the night breeze when John sped up, which John beamed at him. “This isn’t our way home?” “We’re not going home yet.” “And are you gonna tell me where we’re heading?” “You’ll see.” Again with that cryptic-John-smile. They continue to drive up and deep into the mountains and eventually stoping at a lovely camping site with an elegant looking villa, John explained that they’ve booked this whole area exclusively for the next couple of days; They’ve missed him and all wanted to spend some alone time with each other. The weather is nice so it’s a clear starry night sky above and there’s a small bonfire crackling along with Roger and Freddie’s laughter, who are currently sitting beside it. Brian leaned over to John, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered his thanks but apparently John had something else in mind. As soon as Brian began to pull back John shot out his hands and tugged on Brian’s hair just the way he knows how he likes it, that forced a surprised whimper out of Brian’s mouth and John took the opportunity to practically devour him with hungry kisses and tongue. Things heat up fast and Brian’s soft moans quickly became louder as John wasted no time opening up his shirt, caressing all over his chest and pinching his nipples. Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as John bit on his earlobe suddenly and at the same time dipped his hand into his underwear. Then Freddie showed up knocking disapprovingly on the car door window: “Tsk tsk starting without us already? That’s rude darling!.” Hearing this John let go of Brian’s lips, beamed at Freddie and opened the car door but didn’t retrieve his hand. Brian, now flushed and disheveled, looked up and gave Freddie a sheepish smile but abruptly let out another whimper as John started moving his fingers. He bit his lips in embarrassment, trying to contain his noise but quickly released them as John growled, demanding to hear his voice. Seeing this Freddie smirked and quickly bent down, grabbing Brian’s face and pulling him into another round of passionate and possessive kisses, full of teeth and tongue. “Oi! Stealing my car now John?! Wanker.” Roger appeared scowling but John just laughed and so does Freddie, letting go of Brian’s lips. Brian blinked a few times, willing his now distracted brain to focus on locating Roger and wordlessly held out his hands, beckoning him closer. Roger moved nearer and hummed his appreciation at the current sight on display, taking hold of both of Brian’s wrists with one hand, ran his other one over Brian’s exposed chest and suddenly pinched his nipple perfectly in time with John, who’s fingers just did something amazing inside Brian’s underwear. Brian moaned loudly and arched his back, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast but soon let out a confused whimper when he felt John retrieving his touches. Roger laughed, nuzzled behind his ears and growled, “Only if you beg prettily enough.” Then he tugged him up and gestured towards the villa. “Let’s go and make good use of that giant bed.” Freddie nodded, agreeing with Roger, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him and licked his lips. “I’ll put out the bonfire then. Don’t start anything fun without me!” He kissed Brian once more, heatedly and full of promises of more to come, bit his lips playfully and quickly head towards the fire. “I was gonna make him come once before we go inside but your idea is quite tempting.” John smirked at Roger. “Will you do as Roger says love? Beg prettily for us? Should we allow you to come at all?” “Pleasepleaseplease.” Brian could only whimper, already feeling the familiar heavenly float that could only come from being cared for by his lovers. “Good boy. We’re gonna take such good care of you now, you can let go.” Roger began running his hand through Brian’s hair alongside with John, waiting for Freddie to return. Cue a steamy, sexy and loving Poly!Fem!(or not fem)OT4 night yeah? And there may or may not be a huge jacuzzi in the villa that they all made good use of. <3333

Okay now prompt number 3 is the standard type that one usually gets in their askbox if a writer is open for requests - Your take on in the Poly!Queen universe how would Freddie persuaded/convinced/forced?(XD) Brian to play harp for Love of My Life (and why Brian specifically? Besides all the rational reasons for him to be that person, you might be able to come up with something that’s outside the box? :D) and how the whole “Brian eventually constructed the song from piano onto acoustic guitar for live performances” business came about? Do you ever wonder why it’s not Freddie on the piano playing and singing like what he’s done with other songs? Or why not Brian on the piano while Freddie sings like the beginning of their live performances for Save Me? (AGAIN besides all the rational reasons behind it I’m still interested in your take. :P Have you read that Brian’s interview in which he says he thinks Freddie sees him as his own personal Jimi Hendrix and basically said that they’re gonna do this together? And those early year interviews regarding their album A Night at the Opera in which Freddie said he’s gonna make Brian play the harp until his hands drop off LOL and how Freddie describe the harp as the big thingy that angels play? Yeah Freddie we know that Brian’s your angel and SOUL BROTHER ahhhh I’m making myself emotional now QQ)

Ready for prompt number 4? Last one for now haha I think my brain is drying up lol. It just shows how amazing writers are! I salute you! You are wonderful. <333 Poly!Queen? Hot Space!Era (AUish)?, starting with them having a really rough time in the studio and it had been going on for quite a while (Prenter’s presence and words definitely didn’t help. It only gets worse and for some reason Brian has this feeling that he’s been singled out as target) and a particularly nasty fight broke out one day and even more unfortunate is that the fight got personal. And of course it has something to do with the infamous diss track: Back Chat (the fandom seems to think this song is aimed at Brian? though we will never know the truth ummm), Brian left the studio in the end (bitterly he denies the voices in his head calling him a coward for running away. He just wanted some fresh air, and maybe some alcohol in a bar that his bandmates do not frequent so he wouldn’t be found). Somehow, a band that’s also on the rise of fame managed to track him down while he was trying to numb himself quickly by getting plastered. They then offered a pretty sweet deal of him leaving Queen (“Since they don’t seem to love you anymore.” One of them murmured softly to him and hearing this is like been stabbed through the heart.) and joining them instead, not just as the song writer and lead guitarist but also as the lead vocalist of the band, basically saying that he could have everything; Strangely, it turns out that they actually had some “inside information” regarding of what’s been going on in Queen and had been following for a while, all of them keen on taking Brian’s side. Through the drunken fog in his brain his heart sank. Queen has already established the reputation of being a tight unit especially after their success, generally people respect their close bond with each other so there hasn’t been any “headhunting” propositions for a VERY long time; The fact of it appearing again now out of all times only brought out senses of dread, thoughts immediately heading to a dark place in which all the worst-case scenarios resides: is this actually his bandmates asking him to leave through a third party? Are they so fed up with him that they couldn’t even stand to break the news in person? Is this them breaking up with him? He’s suddenly so cold and dizzy that he started swaying unsteadily, the band then quickly offered to bring him back to their own brand-new recording studio for a tour and maybe some rest. Feeling drunk and resigned Brian just watched silently with half lidded eyes as they maneuvered him out of his seat. As they were about to usher him out of the bar suddenly all motion stopped as the band abruptly came face to face with Roger (eyes narrowed and fists balled, obviously fuming), Freddie (seemingly nonchalant with raised eyebrow but his coiled muscles as if ready for a fight totally says otherwise) and John (his face somehow even more unreadable than usual, eyes glinting ominously). Sensing the atmosphere shift, those who were around Brian all collectively took a step back and for some unknown reason, a few guilty looks appeared on some of their faces. Brian started swaying again without the support and Freddie quickly appeared besides Brian, wrapping tightly around him and helped carrying his weight. However, still feeling angry and devasted Brian tried to wriggle out of his embrace but found himself drunk and too slow and did not have the strength at to pry open Freddie’s “iron grip” at all (yeah how could he forget that Freddie is in fact a damn good athlete and a boxer, John also joined him in the gym these days these two often had great fun together). Sensing Brian’s struggle Freddie only wordlessly tightens his hold; Brian eventually gave up trying to get free after a few attempts instead just bit his lips (nervous habit kicking in now) and looked away, unwilling to face his three bandmates and lovers. “Where the hell do you think you’re taking OUR guitarist to?” Roger snarled, also coming up besides Freddie to help supporting Brian. After a quick check up on him, he frowned when he found that Brian’s skin is cold and clammy. “It’s great that you guys want to look out for OUR Brimi, but we’ll take it from here now.” There’s a storm brewing behind Freddie’s eyes, dismissal clear in his voice. Yet in the same time he’s very mindful of the drunk Brian now stiffly resides in his and Roger’s arms, careful to not cause him anymore physical discomfort. “It seems that a certain rat has been feeding you all kinds of information on us? Things that he’s not supposed to pry and definitely not supposed to blab about?” With a dark edge to his voice, John stepped forward, staring down at the few guilty faces in front of him, smiling cold and sharp. “Well he’s not around anymore, make of that what you will.” Slowly Brian blinked up at John through his drunken haze in surprise, it has to be Prenter that they’re talking about, right? But how— “Let’s get back to the hotel, Bri’s not feeling so well.” Roger grunted, tugging the other three out of the bar impatiently, his hold on Brian is steadfast and unwavering. “Come on guys, get in the car.” “Please come back with us Brimi? We know that you’re still hurting but I promise you, we’re gonna get through this together, alright?” Well now that’s just unfair, Freddie’s bringing out his nickname now in that soft tone AND looking at him like he’s something precious, really not fair at all. Brian could only nod, not trusting his voice yet but Freddie beamed brightly at him. “I’m sorry, baby. We’ll all have a long talk and fill you in on the details of Prenter after you get some rest okay?.” Now that’s just cheating. They’re in the car now and John’s petting his hair oh so gently, expertly lulling him to sleep. Cue the OT4!boys have a long hard talk about EVERYTHING and their relationship that involves lots of shouting, bitching, bickering, crying, apologizing and making up! HAPPY ENDINGS HELL YEAH and the other three explained how the whole Prenter thing came to light and with evidence, they fired him immediately. Also John may or may not have “convinced” (“I’d say threatened is more like it.” Roger snickered.) the other band’s manager to give up the location of the bar that they had sooo enthusiastically called him from, exclaiming Brian May’s about to quit Queen and join them and that they were trying to bring him back to the studio now.

I hope these brightened your day? Maybe if I’m lucky enough they could inspire you a bit? Perhaps they could be accepted as your writing prompts? :P Anyway I love you! Have a beautiful day and life hon. <333

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years

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King of My Heart (episode 3)

On Friday afternoon we convinced Angus to cut our session down to half hour, he agreed under the condition that we did an hour and half session Monday. I have the feeling Im going to regret this arrangement come Monday but today Im grateful for the shorter session.

"And why exactly are we cutting our time short today girls?" Angus asks, looking suspicious

"We are going to the Stargazer Lounge to celebrate Declan's 18th" Tess explains

"Well I suppose I we better push ourselves today girls, to make up for the amount of sugary cocktails I know you two will consume tonight" He laughs and points in my direction "Especially this one"

We hadn't spoken about what happened on Wednesday night, the night of the blizzard, I didn't bring anything up because I only remembered parts of the night and those memories made me cringe and Angus didn't bring it up at all the next day, he left as soon as the streets were cleared.

"You should join us Angus, Declan won't mind and you will get to met our friends" Tess asks, "Plus, you know the Stargazer Lounge is known for its romantic aura vibe, you could come along and protect Zoey from getting hit on by some undesirable douchebag"

I shoot her a death stare but she takes no notice of me, she's scheming up a plan.

"I'll consider it, I've got some things to do at home tonight, nothing too big, I'm expecting a FaceTime call from Imogen sometime over the weekend, she's not good with remembering that we are in different time zones so when she says she'll call Friday night it could happen anytime tonight or tomorrow morning" He explains, "But you can leave your school bags in my office? It will be locked so they'll be safe in there and I'll get them back to you on Saturday"

Angus' office is at he back of the gym, just a small room containing a desk, chair and a laptop, no photo's in frames, no motivational posters on the walls. As rooms go, it's somewhat boring. Tess, never one to shy away from pointing something out "Remind me to get the details of your interior decorator Angus, I just love what you've failed to do with the space" We all laugh.

The Stargazer Lounge is located just across from Skye Fitness, on top of some of the most expensive apartments in San Myshuno, it features an undercover bar, karaoke and even a massive heated pool. Tess made me wear my swim suit under my dress, I thought she was crazy though considering how cold it is tonight but when we arrive the pool crammed with people.

Tess spots our group sitting in the back, Declan and Sam are doing shots, while Mika and Cassandra are sipping on vodka sodas. The girls greet us both with hug, Declan kisses Tess on the cheek and Sam just waves.

Tess sends Declan to the bar with our drink orders, she explains to the group that she could go up to the bar herself but her heels are really only for decoration, she can barely walk in them. I, on the other hand wore sensible, knee high flat boots, dressed for warmth and comfort, not decoration.

Declan returns with 2 cosmopolitans and tells us he ordered food for the table. We settle in for the night, laughing and talking about our weekend plans, what we plan to study at university and where we are holidaying during Winter break. The drinks are flowing, everyone's having fun and then Sam suggests we should go swimming, I look over at the pool which is still crowded. Everyone starts stripping off down to their swim suits and running towards the pool.

"You coming in Zoey?" asks Cassandra

"Too many people Cass, Im gonna sit this one out"

she nods understandingly, all my friends know I don't like crowds.

I don't want to stay sitting at our table alone though, that just screams "loser", so I get up and take a seat at the bar. The mixologist approaches me and asks "what will it be miss?"

Before I can even answer I hear a familiar voice behind me "she'll have a cosmo and I'll have a light beer"

"Beer has carbs Angus" I tease him without even turning around.

"I'm making a rare exception tonight" He explains, taking the seat next to me. He smells amazing and looks divine.

"Why are you not swimming Miss Green?" he enquires

"Ah, did you see how many people are in that pool right now?"

"And here I was thinking that the girl may not know how to swim"

"Are you joking? I live in Brindleton Bay, we spend every day of Summer in the lake"

Our drinks arrive, I try to pay but he won't let me.

"Ok, but Im getting the next round" I tell him firmly "Otherwise you'll have expectation that you'll be getting laid tonight, I know how these things play out, I've seen it in all the Frat House, boys club movies, you by the girl drinks and she sleeps with you" I laugh at my little joke.

"Do you really think I'm that kind of guy? The type that goes around picking up girls in bars and sleeping around?" He asks, clearly insulted.

"I'm sorry Angus, shit, I was trying to be witty and I just say the wrong thing. You're right, I don't know what kind of guy you are and I shouldn't just assume based off of movie stereotypes"

He turns to face me, pulling my bar stool closer to his and says "Zoey I don't sleep with a woman unless I'm in a committed relationship with her and it's been 2 years since Steph so..."

"Steph? She's the one who cheated on you with your best friend?"

"Yep"

"what an idiot she must be then"

He looks at me and smiles, "And whys that Zoey"

"Because you're hot" I reply

"And you're drunk Miss Green"

"Yeah but I'll be sober in the morning and you'll still be hot so there's that"

"And you'll go back to avoiding talking to me so there's also that"

"I like you Angus and I know I'm speaking with the help of liquid courage right now but I want you to know I am attracted to you, like a lot" I confess but he's looking past me, I turn around to see what's caught his attention and I see it's Tess, wrapped in towel and smiling to herself, she heard everything I just said, great, now these two will spend the whole Monday training session making fun of me.

"Zoey, Declan wants me to stay at his tonight, being his birthday and all, he wants to have some private "Celebration" time, if you get what I mean" Tess says

"So I'm catching the train back to Brindleton Bay alone?" I reply

"You could stay at Cassie house?"

"The Goth House? No way, that place is haunted, I'd rather take my chances on the train with the murderers"

"You can stay at place, you can sleep in Immie's room" Angus offers

Tess locks eyes with me and says "Zoey and I need to have a private conversation", she grabs me by the hand and leads me to an empty table

"Zoey you don't have to do anything you don't want to do OK? If you stay at his house it doesn't mean you owe him anything. Don't let him pressure you to do anything that you don't want to do"

"I won't, I don't think he would either"

"I love you Z"

"Love you too T"

Tess walks me back to the bar where Angus is sitting, staring at his beer.

"Zoey is going to stay at your place tonight but if you do anything to hurt her, anything at all, I will punch you in your pretty boy face, you got that buddy?" Tess threatens

"I'd never do anything to hurt Zoey" he promises.

Tess hugs me goodbye and leaves with Declan.

We sit in silence for about a minute until he speaks

"I mean it Zoey, I'd never do anything to hurt you, I remember everyday what it felt like to have my trust broken"

"I know you would hurt me Angus, if I thought you would then I would never have agreed to come back to your place.Do you have edible snacks and netflix at your apartment? Or do we need to make a pit stop?"

"I have Netflix and carrot sticks"

"pit stop needed and we will need vodka too"

"Zoey?" he asks

"yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

I don't answer him, instead I lean over, place my palm on his check and move my lips in to meet with his. My first kiss, it feels like time is standing still, I can feel my heart rate is racing, don't overthink this Zoey, just go with it.

"I wasn't expecting that to happen tonight" he says after we pull away.

We step out into the night, the air is chilly. He takes my hand and leads us, first to the mini mart for snacks and then on to his apartment. Angus lives in a huge, two story penthouse apartment overlooking the river. He gives me a private tour, showing me the backyard oasis and the swimming pool on the deck.

"No crowds here" I muse, he laughs, wraps his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear

"We could take a dip?"

"Tempting as that sounds it's freezing out here and there was talk of Netflix before"

He leads me to the lounge room and hands me the remote, "You pick the movie and I'll get the snacks ready"

This is the last thing I remember before waking up, alone, in a strange bedroom in the middle of the night with a pounding headache

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 city living #sims 4 get to work #sims 4 cats and dogs #sims4 #sims4simblr

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sozotohakai · 5 years

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I’ve been a bit silent the past few days, and I’ve got a pretty good idea of why. Nothing bad, but it occupied my mind a bit (and bothered a tiny bit my grey-demi self). Thankfully I resolved it yesterday, still I’m unsure if I’ll do anything else than relax (or work on stuff off internet) tonight.

As for tomorrow, we’ll go out by late morning and will be out until early afternoon. There’s equal chance I’ll feel all energized&motivated upon return or feeling like I just want to sit and relax. So we’ll see if I’m around tomorrow.

After that, it is the weekend which means I’m often not around much (depending if my brother comes home or not, even when he doesn’t I do take some time offline).

Sooooo I’ll probably be lurking, but I’ll also probably won’t do much (or talk much) until monday. For all I know I’ll get energized later or tomorrow, but don’t be surprised if I’m a ghost until monday/next week! (I might also end up replying to some threads, or do memes, if the mood comes).

As for what occupied my mind; it’s under the cut and very cathartic to share to be honest.

There’s a short version first, just in case you’re like, not wanting the detailed version.

Obviously: feel free to ignore XD

Short version: met a guy a few years ago, made a mistake, said I didn’t want to see him again after I realized my mistake and how I didn’t feel comfortable, saw the guy again months ago, accepted to just see him and catch up, got contacted two weeks ago, set up to meet last friday, and since friday feeling a bit off about it, tuesday I already knew I didn’t want a relation, but by yesterday I was also getting strong nope vibes, feeling a bit uncomfortable seeing him; so called to stop things completely.

Longer version:

Something like 3/4 years ago I met a guy at my friend’s restaurant, and because I had drunk a bit (like not much, two/three glasses), I didn’t think before sleeping with him (the day after, he wanted to have me come at his home but I refused, instead setting to see each other again in a few days). A day or two after, I let him know I’d rather we don’t see each other again, as by then I processed and my senses noped hard.

Biggest thing is probably the slow realization from what follows that I was approached as someone he had a good time with. And then other things in his attitude.

But yeah, I saw him again like, months ago, and he had asked if it was okay to contact me again, saying it’s like, just to chat and catch up, go for a drink when he’s in town. Thing is, because of how things happened when we met, I was uncertain of myself my decision, so I had said yes. He never contacted me for months, and then two weeks ago I saw I had a missed call from him. He had been in town and had meant to ask if I wanted to see him, but he wasn’t in town by the time I saw it. I did call him of course, and we set up to meet the week later.

Thing is, I was happy that he would want to, but I also wanted to see how I’d feel, you know? And there was still the hope/thought he might genuinely want to know me, or might have genuine feelings.

I noticed something though, which is that he has that kind of presence where you kind of, not think, you process things later (or it’s me who needs time to process, but I’m pretty sure there are people like that, who kind of aura on you and you only realize things later). He came to our flat, stayed for a bit chatting with mom (and me, but I tend to not chat that much when I can let mom do so lol), and one thing that already bothered me is after a bit, he kind of disrespected mom (did things on his phone as she spoke). We also felt weird, mom and I, with how he looked around our flat (mom had a strong suspicion because his daughter is studying in our town, that he had considered asking us to house her).

Still, I wasn’t yet like, nope. He offered we go out, he and I, and I suggested the park close by, since he commented he didn’t have his wallet. So we walked a bit to the park, saw a part without people, sat on a bench. What’s the first thing he ends up asking? “Would you date me again?”

In hindsight, that does bother me because when I had seen him again, it wasn’t about dating, but just seeing each other. Anyway, I told him yes but that I’m more about building friendships, awkwardly conveying how I’ve got platonic love that can be as strong as romantic love. He’s like, it’s okay, I’m chill. Now comes the part I’m dumb, he puts a hand on my leg, then remove it like the second after. And I just, it’s okay. Like yeah I’m genuinely appreciative of casual affection, but like. I love mom and my bro’s hugs. Not always touchy, but I’m super cuddly when I’m in the touchy mood. Didn’t occur to me until later that in this context, the best thing would have been to keep a certain line with anything that would not be platonic/casual in context. But again: a person with that kind of aura where you only realize things later.

Anyway, he also soon after put his arm around my shoulders, so I had to slide down a bit, so I’m pretty sure we did look like a couple. Which. Kind of does contradict how I just mentionned wanting friendship first; at best he thought I meant a friendship like dating but. And then comes what kind of, made me a bit, ngggg in my head. His first train of thoughts was how we spent a good night (if how quick it was and all about in-and-out is good, I felt nothing) and how it implies he sees me as this person he’s “made love with”. He probably half expected me to say something, but never asked how I felt about it. After that it was more casual chatting, then going back to my home.

The next thing that bothered me a tiny bit, is when we almost arrived (and gods I only realize now, this meant mom wouldn’t be there to hear it, so no risk for him that she points anything out or squint at him), he offered that since next friday he would be more free, we can spent more time together; and then adding he could show me his village. I first am like, sure we can spend more of the day together, but the way I said it suggest we stayed in my town. He mentionned he could show me forest and lakes around his village, and I’m like, tempted because I love nature and by that point, I didn’t have time to process how he’s inching me toward going out of town. So I agree. We go home, he leaves soon after.

One of the major thing is that, once I’m home and chatting with mom about what happened, I felt like... that faint sick feeling you can get when you’re really uncomfy with something? It wasn’t nerves, wasn’t excitement. It was that feel when someone enters your personal space that you’re really not comfy with, you know?

And then later, I texted him to let him know we had something planned friday, though not all day, so instead we can meet up early afternoon. So he tell me okay, and then he’s like, saying he’ll me show around in the weekend (being eager to do so) and in my mind I’m like I never agreed to stay a whole weekend??? And he clearly only spoke off friday earlier in the day, even when I agreed to go to his village.

Fun fact: remembering that day we met, in the morning after, he actually offered that I come with him spend the day at his home (or days? cant recall, too far off, but definitely at least a full day), which I had refused back then. I’m super squint about him trying again, years later, to get me to come to his home.

So yeah I tell him no, I’m not comfortable leaving mom alone for a weekend, and being on my own for a weekend. He seems to take it in stride, “no problem i adapt”. Then once we’re like “so friday afternoon” he adds up we’ll have to see if he, I quote, “sleep with me or go back home”.

I’m like, “sure you can sleep at our flat if needed, but not with me, even just sleeping I’m not comfortable with that”. And come the weird way he replies, first “you mean the couch?” then “sleep at yours, i meant sleep on your couch”. The only way he could have made a mistake is if he meant to say “sleep at yours”, but in french, it sounds weird to have “sleep with you”. Like... You can’t type “sleep with you” and think it’s okay. There’s no way to see it and still think the other person will know you mean “sleep at yours”. Even in english, it sounds weird.

(Also I’m definitely squinting by then at how much he’s basically trying to set it up that he’s around me for a night).

Anyway, I’m like, let it slide, say okay, and voila, no more texts (and I mean, from here on, nothing until I called him yesterday). But all of those little things that bothered me, and the general sense of not feeling that good about seeing him again, kind of lurked in my mind everyday, and like I said, by tuesday I knew I’d tell him I’d rather not date, I still thought about just seeing each other like, try a friendship. But it still didn’t sit well with me, so yesterday I talked more with mom and I felt deeply how I just... didn’t want to see him.

(Mom, meanwhile, was also a bit upset-angry because she can see his facebook; and she disliked how he was, in fact, in town a few times since friday, never once contacted me since last friday; and also suspiciously has a lot of female friends that mom even saw one be like “oh you’re in town? come see me!”. He could have women as friends, but the fact he was in town or didn’t text me once (when I told him at least twice, dont worry you can!) did make me twitch a bit; because again: I was genuine when I spoke of befriending each other, but I don’t know, I’d text at least once or see to see the other if it was me? Regardless of knowing I’d see them, it would be a nice surprise for the other person).

What’s kind of funny is how easily he accepted it (a few years ago, I texted him rather than called, and he called me to have me on phone, and had a tiny attempt to like, talk; and later actually contacted mom like “did you know Chris did that”). Like I was ready to explain a bit, but he just, i understand/i’m intelligent, and soon we hang off. Mom thinks he might have felt this would happen. She also feels that, if she’s right on suspicion, and since he told me he had been in the shower, that he wasn’t alone.

Biggest thing is: how happy I felt once the call finished. I felt the weight lift off me. So that was like, the last big hint I really wasn’t feeling comfortable with him.

#outofhost #(me: want to give a quick message to reassure)#(also me: cant explain in quick)#(X''''D)

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deaky-disco-queen · 5 years

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(English is not my native language so umm sorry for any occurring mistakes? > <)

*shuffles awkwardly* Hi dear I come bearing writing prompts? *nervous laughter* I swear initially they were meant to be short descriptions BUT EVERYTHING GOT TOTALLY OUT OF HAND BY THE END. MY GOD THEY’RE SO DAMN LONG NOW. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO (you could take all of them, some of them, one of them or NONE OF THEM ok? Totally fine!) so please don’t feel pressured? :) And you’re welcome to put your own spin on the prompts, pass them onto other writers if they’re interested or to collab with someone else! :D

Alright? Here we go with the first one -

Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King) with supernatural elements? (I’m still gonna use male names and pronouns here to avoid confusion but at the same time it’s also because of I wanna see what female names you’d bestow upon them! Surprise me then? :D) Brian always has a connection with the “spiritual side” since he was a kid, sometimes he sees auras, energies, spirits and even on very rare occasions, deities. But it's not as glamour as it sounds and he has learned the hard way to keep this solely to himself since no one will believe him. And to pretend to be "normal" is very important since not everything he sees is harmless, he has to find ways to avoid being haunted by evil beings, but it doesn't always work; More often than not his health or mood is affected or he's chased and stalked and has terrible nightmares hence the insomnia.

By the time he got to college, though things still got really bad every once in a while but it felt like he has finally beginning to have situations under some semblance of control. Strangely, all these seemed to largely improved right after he became friends with Roger, Freddie and John, BUT inconveniently started pining after them real quick. His usual tactics were to keep his distance from the people around him but this time he’s drawn to them, feeling oddly alone when they’re not together; How sad is that? Falling in love for the first time in his life yet knowing there’s just no way it’s gonna end happily, but they don't need to know that it's fine he's used to being the outcast. Although his first meetings with each of them does feel a little unusual? They sure are a weird bunch for example, who would own so many of candles? And why so many talismans as well? (Very beautiful though all seems to be handmade perhaps they’re just into DIY stuffs and craftsmanship?) Also the look they gave him? Gleam in their eyes akin to excitement and awe, almost predatory in a sense? Not to mention all those cryptic sentences and meaningful glances shared between the three.

It sounds crazy but sometimes they gave off such strong "witchy" vibes as if they're actual witches like the ones in the movies or something (NOT the Harry Potter kind but more like, The Craft? But in a good way?), that being said Brian does have this distinct feeling that they're in on some kind of secret which he's not a part of and it makes him feel a bit sad and left out, but he hides his feelings well(me: or so he thinks haha we’re all familiar with this trope yeah? MOVING ON LOL). These three are lovely together, but Brian’s afraid of screwing things up so he kept his mouth shut and just took whatever he can get.

Plot twist LOL one night after a horrible near-death incident (caused by a horrendous curse aimed directly at him and much later on he learned that somehow it was powerful enough to break through the “protection ring” which Roger, Freddie and John had cast around him, WTH?!), he's eventually saved by the other three and now he really wants some answers and perhaps the truth.

It turns out that they're all actual witches with different abilities and incredible powers including the oblivious Brian, Roger, Freddie and John had known this their entire life and all had proper training except for Brian who isn't from a witchcraft family. Basically the other three have being protecting and guarding him ever since they've met (even though he doesn’t know a damn thing about his own gifts, they were very adamant that he belongs to them and their own “coven”). The four of them actually formed one of the most powerful witch coven ever and the curse was cast by another malicious one that's jealous and afraid of how powerful they're going to be once Brian realizes his own gifts, so they tried to get rid of him first.

Cue a happy Poly!Fem!OT4 ending and a love confession + getting together yeah? :D And they all work on helping Brian to develop and harness his own powers. Love youuuu. (BTW I’m “obsessed” with Gothic aesthetics and vibes. This seems to be the perfect universe for this type of element to shine right? :D Literally everything ranging from character styles to witchcraft tools could be incorporate with it but I don’t think I did a good job in describing. Orz)

And off to the second prompt now! Shall we? :)

Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King)? (Or no gender swap is fine too! Again I’m still using male names and pronouns here same reasons as above), It’s around 20:00 when Brian exited his plane. This past one month period of astronomy conference had been an opportunity of a life time and literally one of his biggest dreams. It’s a huge honor for him to be able to participate but after being away from his three lovers for so long, he does miss them terribly; The schedule of the conference is quite hectic and irregular with very little down time though the four of them do try to facetime or skype each other as often as they can, it still is nothing like being with each other in person, not to mention they’re all busy and more often than not had to resort to just texting in their group chat. His heart now flutters happily thinking about home and them.

Just as when he’s about to call for a taxi someone’s hand came up around his waist – it’s John! And apparently John had arranged in advance for some people to come and take care of Brian’s luggage, Him however, remains firmly tucked by Brian’s side. Though they’re both not too keen on PDA Brian finds the urge to kiss him incredibly strong right now. John seems to be the same considering the heat in his eyes and if his smirk is anything to go by -

“Wanna go for a ride? Our new car’s pretty neat.”

“The one that Roger picked?”

“Yeah.”

“He agreed that you can drive it?”

“Well he’s going to have to since the car keys’ being nicked.”

“Oh my god John you stole Roger’s car keys?!”

“It’s OUR car so technically it’s not stealing.” TBH John’s expression right now is kinda turning him on okay calm down deep breath they’re still in public god damn it.

John proceed to guided Brian towards their ride and it is indeed a beautiful car. While John drove Brian asked Roger and Freddie’s whereabouts and got a mysterious smile and a vague “you’ll see” instead. It’s getting quite late and there’s not much traffic on the road so John might be speeding up a bit to enjoy the thrill. Normally Brian would fret over this but now he’s just happy, content and relaxed after coming home and reuniting with his lovers. He even let out an excited little shout and rolled down the window a bit to enjoy the night breeze when John sped up, which John beamed at him.

“This isn’t our way home?”

“We’re not going home yet.”

“And are you gonna tell me where we’re heading?”

“You’ll see.” Again with that cryptic-John-smile.

They continue to drive up and deep into the mountains and eventually stoping at a lovely camping site with an elegant looking villa, John explained that they’ve booked this whole area exclusively for the next couple of days; They’ve missed him and all wanted to spend some alone time with each other. The weather is nice so it’s a clear starry night sky above and there’s a small bonfire crackling along with Roger and Freddie’s laughter, who are currently sitting beside it. Brian leaned over to John, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered his thanks but apparently John had something else in mind.

As soon as Brian began to pull back John shot out his hands and tugged on Brian’s hair just the way he knows how he likes it, that forced a surprised whimper out of Brian’s mouth and John took the opportunity to practically devour him with hungry kisses and tongue. Things heat up fast and Brian’s soft moans quickly became louder as John wasted no time opening up his shirt, caressing all over his chest and pinching his nipples. Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as John bit on his earlobe suddenly and at the same time dipped his hand into his underwear. Then Freddie showed up knocking disapprovingly on the car door window: “Tsk tsk starting without us already? That’s rude darling!.” Hearing this John let go of Brian’s lips, beamed at Freddie and opened the car door but didn’t retrieve his hand. Brian, now flushed and disheveled, looked up and gave Freddie a sheepish smile but abruptly let out another whimper as John started moving his fingers. He bit his lips in embarrassment, trying to contain his noise but quickly released them as John growled, demanding to hear his voice. Seeing this Freddie smirked and quickly bent down, grabbing Brian’s face and pulling him into another round of passionate and possessive kisses, full of teeth and tongue. “Oi! Stealing my car now John?! Wanker.” Roger appeared scowling but John just laughed and so does Freddie, letting go of Brian’s lips. Brian blinked a few times, willing his now distracted brain to focus on locating Roger and wordlessly held out his hands, beckoning him closer. Roger moved nearer and hummed his appreciation at the current sight on display, taking hold of both of Brian’s wrists with one hand, ran his other one over Brian’s exposed chest and suddenly pinched his nipple perfectly in time with John, who’s fingers just did something amazing inside Brian’s underwear. Brian moaned loudly and arched his back, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast but soon let out a confused whimper when he felt John retrieving his touches. Roger laughed, nuzzled behind his ears and growled, “Only if you beg prettily enough.” Then he tugged him up and gestured towards the villa. “Let’s go and make good use of that giant bed.” Freddie nodded, agreeing with Roger, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him and licked his lips. “I’ll put out the bonfire then. Don’t start anything fun without me!” He kissed Brian once more, heatedly and full of promises of more to come, bit his lips playfully and quickly head towards the fire. “I was gonna make him come once before we go inside but your idea is quite tempting.” John smirked at Roger. “Will you do as Roger says love? Beg prettily for us? Should we allow you to come at all?” “Pleasepleaseplease.” Brian could only whimper, already feeling the familiar heavenly float that could only come from being cared for by his lovers. “Good boy. We’re gonna take such good care of you now, you can let go.” Roger began running his hand through Brian’s hair alongside with John, waiting for Freddie to return.

Cue a steamy, sexy and loving Poly!Fem!(or not fem)OT4 night yeah? And there may or may not be a huge jacuzzi in the villa that they all made good use of. <3333

Ready for prompt number 4? Last one for now haha I think my brain is drying up lol. It just shows how amazing writers are! I salute you! You are wonderful. <333

Poly!Queen? Hot Space!Era (AUish)?, starting with them having a really rough time in the studio and it had been going on for quite a while (Prenter’s presence and words definitely didn’t help. It only gets worse and for some reason Brian has this feeling that he’s been singled out as target) and a particularly nasty fight broke out one day and even more unfortunate is that the fight got personal. And of course it has something to do with the infamous diss track: Back Chat (the fandom seems to think this song is aimed at Brian? though we will never know the truth ummm), Brian left the studio in the end (bitterly he denies the voices in his head calling him a coward for running away. He just wanted some fresh air, and maybe some alcohol in a bar that his bandmates do not frequent so he wouldn’t be found). Somehow, a band that’s also on the rise of fame managed to track him down while he was trying to numb himself quickly by getting plastered. They then offered a pretty sweet deal of him leaving Queen (“Since they don’t seem to love you anymore.” One of them murmured softly to him and hearing this is like been stabbed through the heart.) and joining them instead, not just as the song writer and lead guitarist but also as the lead vocalist of the band, basically saying that he could have everything; Strangely, it turns out that they actually had some "inside information" regarding of what's been going on in Queen and had been following for a while, all of them keen on taking Brian's side. Through the drunken fog in his brain his heart sank. Queen has already established the reputation of being a tight unit especially after their success, generally people respect their close bond with each other so there hasn’t been any “headhunting” propositions for a VERY long time; The fact of it appearing again now out of all times only brought out senses of dread, thoughts immediately heading to a dark place in which all the worst-case scenarios resides: is this actually his bandmates asking him to leave through a third party? Are they so fed up with him that they couldn’t even stand to break the news in person? Is this them breaking up with him? He’s suddenly so cold and dizzy that he started swaying unsteadily, the band then quickly offered to bring him back to their own brand-new recording studio for a tour and maybe some rest. Feeling drunk and resigned Brian just watched silently with half lidded eyes as they maneuvered him out of his seat. As they were about to usher him out of the bar suddenly all motion stopped as the band abruptly came face to face with Roger (eyes narrowed and fists balled, obviously fuming), Freddie (seemingly nonchalant with raised eyebrow but his coiled muscles as if ready for a fight totally says otherwise) and John (his face somehow even more unreadable than usual, eyes glinting ominously). Sensing the atmosphere shift, those who were around Brian all collectively took a step back and for some unknown reason, a few guilty looks appeared on some of their faces. Brian started swaying again without the support and Freddie quickly appeared besides Brian, wrapping tightly around him and helped carrying his weight. However, still feeling angry and devasted Brian tried to wriggle out of his embrace but found himself drunk and too slow and did not have the strength at to pry open Freddie’s “iron grip” at all (yeah how could he forget that Freddie is in fact a damn good athlete and a boxer, John also joined him in the gym these days these two often had great fun together). Sensing Brian’s struggle Freddie only wordlessly tightens his hold; Brian eventually gave up trying to get free after a few attempts instead just bit his lips (nervous habit kicking in now) and looked away, unwilling to face his three bandmates and lovers.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking OUR guitarist to?” Roger snarled, also coming up besides Freddie to help supporting Brian. After a quick check up on him, he frowned when he found that Brian’s skin is cold and clammy.

“It’s great that you guys want to look out for OUR Brimi, but we’ll take it from here now.” There’s a storm brewing behind Freddie’s eyes, dismissal clear in his voice. Yet in the same time he’s very mindful of the drunk Brian now stiffly resides in his and Roger’s arms, careful to not cause him anymore physical discomfort.

“It seems that a certain rat has been feeding you all kinds of information on us? Things that he’s not supposed to pry and definitely not supposed to blab about?” With a dark edge to his voice, John stepped forward, staring down at the few guilty faces in front of him, smiling cold and sharp. “Well he’s not around anymore, make of that what you will.” Slowly Brian blinked up at John through his drunken haze in surprise, it has to be Prenter that they’re talking about, right? But how—

“Let’s get back to the hotel, Bri’s not feeling so well.” Roger grunted, tugging the other three out of the bar impatiently, his hold on Brian is steadfast and unwavering. “Come on guys, get in the car.”

“Please come back with us Brimi? We know that you’re still hurting but I promise you, we’re gonna get through this together, alright?” Well now that’s just unfair, Freddie’s bringing out his nickname now in that soft tone AND looking at him like he’s something precious, really not fair at all. Brian could only nod, not trusting his voice yet but Freddie beamed brightly at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll all have a long talk and fill you in on the details of Prenter after you get some rest okay?.” Now that’s just cheating. They’re in the car now and John’s petting his hair oh so gently, expertly lulling him to sleep.

Cue the OT4!boys have a long hard talk about EVERYTHING and their relationship that involves lots of shouting, bitching, bickering, crying, apologizing and making up! HAPPY ENDINGS HELL YEAH and the other three explained how the whole Prenter thing came to light and with evidence, they fired him immediately. Also John may or may not have “convinced” (“I’d say threatened is more like it.” Roger snickered.) the other band’s manager to give up the location of the bar that they had sooo enthusiastically called him from, exclaiming Brian May’s about to quit Queen and join them and that they were trying to bring him back to the studio now.

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First off, you don't have to apologize for any errors, english isn't my first language either and I didn't even notice any errors; your english is completely fine

Second, those prompts are lovely and I might write something for them once I have access to my laptop again (so far I'm only writing on my phone and while that works, it's not ideal) because it would end up a bit longer than what usually write for snippets.

Thanl you so much for this lovely, I really enjoyed this!

#submission #poly!king #poly!queen

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full name: lie nezha ren. gender + sexuality: masc. agender + demi. ethnicity + species: mistrali ( han chinese based ) + eastern dragon faunus. birthplace + birthdate: central mistral, in the mountains of kuroyuri village + [ redacted. ] guilty pleasures: telenovela, splurge spending on exotic / rare ingredients, splurge spending on sleep products ( soft blankets, sleep robes, pyjamas, pillows, etc. ), splurge spending on hair care products, reading awful literotica. phobias: mild eisoptrophobia ( specifically fear of their own reflection ) + scopophobia, claustrophobia ( specifically fear of suffocation ), loss of control / powerlessness, and loss of loved ones. what would they be infamous for ? headcanon wise, ren is the last surviving heir of the lie family, who were known for being ruthless, meticulous, intelligent, and cunning, but since ren was disconnected from the family when their parents eloped, it’s difficult to make the connection. what would they have gotten arrested for ? as of volume six, participating in stealing an atlesian air ship. ren did commit a series of petty crimes when they were growing up in the mistral underground with nora, including things like stealing, carrying suspicious substances ( as a courier service ), and conning ( which included things like using ren’s empathy semblance for reading poker matches, telling fortunes, and manipulating emotions intentionally as a form of hallucinogen ( ren hated this one most of all, but it did fetch them a lot of money. )) but, since ren and nora were children if they were ever caught they were let off easy, and by the time they were in their mid teens, they could fight well enough to collect grimm bounties. character you ship them with: for canon, jaune. i also like renorarc. all other ships are fair game. i have ships that are primarily just because of one person, like with yang for zero, mercury for rice, weiss for latte, but i don’t necessarily root for them without the added support of that partner. character most likely to murder them: ren’s a very lowkey target for any of the major villains, so i’m gonna put ‘no one’ here. favourite book genre: non-fiction, historical, biology + science texts, poetry anecdotes, some sci-fi novels. least favourite book cliché: love at first sight. talents + powers: ( talents ) dancing, cooking, calligraphy + ( powers ) martial arts, free running, weapon wielding, and emotional manipulation semblance. why someone might love them: i’m gonna be honest and say that i picked up ren after volume two primarily because he was almost a blank canvas. a really fuckin’ beautiful blank canvas, with a lot of potential, but still a blank canvas. i didn’t necessarily love them when i picked them up, and i’m not exactly sure what compelled me to write as them but god, i am so glad i did. so, if it was *me* listing off the reason why i like ren we would be here all day, but now that i’m thinking about it there aren’t ... a ton of reasons why someone might like ren on his own. there are superficial things ; his sarcastic, dry humour is amusing, he’s very pretty, he has a cool fighting style ( although it would be better if he could use aura attacks again thanks rt ) but i believe that most of ren’s appeal is in the relationships he’s making and in the way he’s learning to open up because of it. why someone might hate them: ok i’m gonna fuckin say it, but there are some aspects of ren that are just boring. i’m attributing that not to a lack of screen time but a lack of focus time, as well as a somewhat dwindled relevance to the plot. i’m not necessarily asking for more, but i’ve read gripes about volume four, and some of them i agree with ; ren’s backstory is boring. i see him falling into a similar vibe as volume one when ren was used as a tutorial character for aura attacks, except in this example, his backstory is a “case study” when it comes to the thousands of people who have lost their homes and loved ones to grimm, and most likely in a very very similar way too, considering it was covered by qrow in world of remnant. ren didn’t even get any character development in that volume, ren has never shown any consequential character flaws, and that would have been a prime time to show it. all the anger shown during the nuckelavee fight was circumstantial and one off, it didn’t necessarily change ren at all, it didn’t change his bonds with other characters at all. one could argue that the only point of change in his character was that he is now open to relying more on other people, but that’s the thing, ren has always been with nora so that’s not development. is anything volume four said more about their bonds with ruby and jaune, and reaffirmed everything we knew about nora and ren already. given the information we have now, ren is not special. when you look at the bare bones of nora and ren’s relevance they are only there to fill in the gaps of jaune and pyrrha’s team. this will probably change in the future, because i can’t possibly see how rt can make their roles smaller given that they’re in the main troupe. ren’s importance, story wise, is in his bonds. his intelligence + spiritual beliefs + observation skills + saboteur capabilities + level of semblance usefulness + the fact that ren’s dialogue in the last two volumes have been somewhat narrator-esque has been upping his level of importance ( and ! more ! crucially !! his differentiation from nora as a unit ! i cannot stress this enough but ren and nora’s tether to each other in earlier volumes prevented them from interacting one on one with other characters on screen ( ESPECIALLY PYRRHA ) ) but the change has been subtle, and most definitely not a main focus. i see that someone could hate / be indifferent to ren primarily because there just isn’t enough to love. the only gripe that i have ever seen about ren before is his apparent uselessness in battle ( which is why i’m so happy about their saboteur role in the sixth volume’s last fight. ) how they change: oh fuck, okay, so in that last point i did say that canon ren’s only major point of character development is learning to open up and possibly rely on other people across all six volumes, other than that i’ve got zilch. i’ve put some significant development into my ren and also increased the intensity of ren’s isolation and the repercussions of their semblance to make development a little easier for me to accomplish when it comes to developing bonds, but i don’t think i could encompass what my ren needed to go through prior to beacon without making this post a whole book.

tagged: @nuiruk ( thank you, kenzie ! ) tagging: hnnn just say i tagged you.

#hc.#ok there's actually a lot of me shitting on ren's character so #should i tag this #opinion #?

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