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creacherkeeper · 2 years

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Werewolves?? Werewolf family?? Where wolves??? Where werewolf family??

i posted about this a few years ago because i was running a werewolf motw short shot and i was talking to my roommate at the time about how its really kind of dumb my moms side of the family arent werewolves because if this was fiction it would be so stupidly obvious we all were

like. we're all very very strong. i am very small but my friend who's 6' (so 9 inches on me) frequently cannot beat me at wrestling and called me "freakishly strong for someone my size" and that whole side of the family including the women can put on muscle really easily

we all have very big, bulky, strong jaws but weird teeth. my cousin bit the dentist's bite force measuring tool in half and my braces took SO long because my teeth were so big they had to remove 8 of them because they didnt fit in my mouth but the braces were SO painful because my teeth and jaw just refused to budge and my braces fully snapped in half multiple times because my jaw was stronger than the metal

our senses of smell are fully ridiculous. we're often able to tell what family members have been in the house hours after they've left even if they weren't wearing perfume or cologne (my cousins were able to tell my mom had stopped by for a few minutes about 6 hours after she left)

almost all of us struggle with insomnia. i personally really thrived on graveyard shift and had no trouble staying up until sunrise and then sleeping during the day

my cousins are all pretty big and bulky. they can house food like nobodys business but are all on a scale from lean to muscular despite mostly eating junk food and heavy meat. one of my cousins was so big and mature looking and had so much facial hair at such a young age that my aunt started carrying around his birth certificate to get him childrens prices at restaurants. he can eat a large pan pizza in about 4 minutes flat. his nickname was werewolf child

ive also, since being on T, grown a frankly ridiculous amount of hair. ive been on for 14 months and im pretty much covered. one of my former roommates described me as a brillo pad ToT like even other jewish trans men have been like literally how and why do you have this much hair so fast. i started getting a mustache at the beginning of week 5 of T ,,,,

i grew up with biting as a very common form of affection. i didnt realize that was weird until leaving the family for college. if youre in a good mood and someone is near you you just grab them and bite their hands or arms or shoulder. if you bit really hard and left marks it meant you were really happy

my family is very Enmeshed and we were very much taught that family is the most important thing no matter what and you always remain loyal to and protect the family no matter what. this meant that fights between family members had to be immediately forgiven no matter their severity. (violence cw) my aunt was immediately accepted back into the family after trying to break into my grandmother's house and physically attacking several family members in the middle of the night. i wasnt there to witness it because they left me a few doors down with a baseball bat and our biggest dog but she tried to bash my moms head it and also left very large claw marks all the way down her arm that scarred very badly. when i asked what we were going to do about her the next day my mom said "we take her back because she's family. she was just a little out of her head"

also all the older members of the family are like. Haunted and while they've shared some pretty bad parts of their lives and childhoods theres large chunks they just all refuse to talk about and hush each other if any of the "kids" walk in while they're talking. for as completely god awful as my family is my grandfather was excommunicated from them and the entire family went no contact and every single one of them refuses to tell us why

this is also just a very funny, minor thing that happened recently but within the last couple weeks i had a string of nightmares that ramped up until a final one in which i was a werewolf and then i suddenly had three nights of very heavy, peaceful sleep, and then immediately went back to having nightmares and bad sleep again. and i looked it up after and the three nights of heavy peaceful sleep where i didnt remember any dreams were the hunters blood full moon lmaoo

so yeah. thats why my family is definitely werewolves. like if it were fiction it would just make sense. also this is why when i write creative nonfiction people always say they "dont understand my metaphors" when i'm just writing literal things about my life and family

#simply theres something Wrong w us #werewolves

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eriexplosion · 4 minutes

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Getting my finale predictions in before it airs.

Things I'm reasonably sure will happen:

Zillo Beast attack (obviously)

Emerie redemptive death (I don't want this to happen but I feel like she's got a lot to make up for and not much time)

I still don't think we're getting main character deaths, for a variety of factors (a big one being that Omega is worried about getting people killed and so more of her family dying to save her from a situation she put herself in would just validate that)

Continuation of that, Omega will demonstrate her character growth and play a big role in saving one of the batch, probably through some last minute connection with the force

Still think Tech is CX-2 we spent too much time on him this season for him to be irrelevant and no one else will have equal impact on the whole batch, especially Omega. Bringing him back will finally unite the batch and through that get them to a point where they can finally win something. This also pulls together the theme we've touched on this season that people can change no matter how far gone.

Things I just suspect/want:

Crosshair knows Tech is CX-2 and that's what he's been so cagey about. We know about the torture on Tantiss, we know they tried to turn him into a CX, but he still feels like he's holding something big back.

Couple other theories on CX-Tech: has all his limbs but his eyes are cybernetic having been damaged by his goggles, Phee brings back the line "better late than dead" because it feels like one just written to be a callback

Hemlock will survive the batch but all his research will be destroyed so he actually ends up killed by Palpatine for failing him in one last creepy appearance

Rampart betrays the batch and gets one last amazing scream in when the Zillo beast eats him.

The Commandos feel abnormally loyal to Hemlock so I'm curious if they're still chipped in some way - if they are, then maybe if they're unchipped they could start reforming Rex's resistance cell?

The batch helps to establish the path with the first people helped by it being our four force sensitive kids, which let's them leave soldiering behind while still actively resisting the Empire

Omega is given the choice to train in the force but actively decides that she would rather stay with her family, giving her a smaller and quieter future but one very in line with her character.

My biggest reason for having a pretty hopeful outlook is that a story needs both high and low points - we've definitely had MAJOR low points, especially in both the previous finales, but we've never really had a big win. Just little ones, small successes along the way but never anything that compares to the losses. If we get another big loss then the story stays flat, nothing ever Peaks and every single season ends on the same tone of loss. Three seasons of slogging towards a sad ending is a hell of a hard sell, especially since it doesn't really show Omega's growth.

She lost Kamino and Crosshair (again) in Return to Kamino. AZI sacrificed himself for her and only survived at all because someone else stepped in. She lost Tech in Plan 99, sacrificing himself for her again and she can't do anything about it.

So season three, do we really need to see her lose again? This time actively because of a choice she made? Does that show us anything about her growth? Or would her being Key to successfully not only getting everyone out alive (remember they're only there right now because of her) but in being able to bring Tech home and, for the first time all series, make their family whole?

This season has been sad, but it's also been about healing the scars of past seasons. Just look at Crosshair's arc. And CX-Tech brings us up to the biggest scar, the one that we've made no progress on healing, the one thing keeping them from being complete. If I'm wrong I'm wrong, but there's simply too much pointing to it for me to think anything else.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch speculation

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shinxeysartgallery · 10 months

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So what even inspired you to make each of the dinos what they are?

Honestly most of it was just me picking and choosing favorites. LOL

Scar was the first one I made (and originally going to be the ONLY one) and he's a utahraptor because that's my favorite dinosaur. :) That whole concept basically came from the idea of thinking it would be interesting to write about the main cast finding a dinosaur in the arctic and reviving them into the modern era. And I do enjoy writing it. lol Archie's concept came from me trying to pick a name for Scar. Archie was one of the names that was suggested for him, but I didn't feel like it fit him at all. But then I was like "that would be a cute name for an archaeopteryx though", and that's where Archie came from. Tina, Peter, and Rémy I did kinda all together after a friend gave me the idea of writing about how Scar got his scar (*Dramatically looks directly at Tina*). Tina I already knew had a spoiled brat sort of a personality and I thought what better choice of species than what was considered the prehistoric king of the jungle (aka, T-Rex)? Gave an extra layer to her self-entitlement. lmao Peter and Rémy are pterosaurs because I decided I wanted them to be flying dinos (Archie's a bird, but archaeopteryx were flightless birds!). Pterodactyls are probably the most commonly known species of them, so picked that for one, and rhamphorhynchus is my favorite pterosaur, so picked that for the other. :) The Pangean Oceans Guard trio was based off the concept of wanting water-based dinos. Irwin is a prehistoric fish, Kaitlynn is a prehistoric crocodile-like animal, and Yuki is a lesser-known species of plesiosaur because I felt that was more interesting. Andrewsarchus is my favorite prehistoric mammal, so that's why Andrew got what he did. Also half being lazy and half trying to be funny, I literally just split his species name in half to get his name. lol Went with an elasmotherium for Elliot because they're pretty cool animals and the history of people mistaking them for unicorns is pretty funny. They're more closely related to rhinos though. :) Delilah is a deltadromeus literally just because I think it's a cool dinosaur. Dilophosaurus is also one of my top 3 favorite dinos, so that's why Judy got that as her species. Also fun fact, her acid spit ability was based off the dilophosaurus from Jurassic Park. My favorite character in the whole movie. She was so real for eating that one guy. <3 I blame my one friend for the Fossil Fighters discussion giving me the idea for Shana's species. LOL Shanshanosaurus was one of my favorites to use in the game, so that's what she got (also random fun fact: I themed her palette off lemonade - yellow being normal lemonade, pink for pink lemonade, and green for limeade). Scientists have recently discovered that the Tarbosaurus is likely the same exact dinosaur, so I could've used that for a species name, but "Shana the Tarbosaurus" doesn't really roll off the tongue as well imo. Ouranosaurus is a pretty cool dinosaur, too, and I felt like the perfect species for a martial artist, so that's what Olly got. Similar reasoning for Iggy being an Iguanodon. I struggled a bit with doing her mouth area when designing her though, because Iguanodons have a weird beak-like thing and I wasn't exactly sure how to translate that into a Mobian design. So I eventually just decided to style it similarly to a bird beak, but with a flat front. And Dirk's the newest, literally just from the idea of "lol what if I made a sabertooth assassin". He's only been around for like a month or two though, so haven't developed him very much yet, but he's cool. :)

#anon ask #shinxey's asks #shinxey's ocs

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lunar-lair · 2 years

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hello one and all to. the elesa post for the soul eater au bc the submas one got long APSKSK walk walk fashion babey the girls here

Elesa

And presenting Ingo and Emmet's fabulous meister,,,,,,Elesa!!!

Addressing her Fashion first bc that's most important w her, when she's out and about, she keeps her hair in pigtails, and wears whatever the hell is fashionable at the time

I will take no stance on hair color bc <- hasn't played b2w2 and is squinting confusedly at her change in design (tho I do adore the jacket) but I think she looks nice w blonde so that's. My thought on it alskdk

She wears earrings a lot of the time, partially for the fashion, partially so she matches her boys, partially because she Also has to put her special power enhancing gem Somewhere (don't ask me how it enhances her ability to be a meister it just. Makes her better at it idk I haven't thought of that yet. Maybe it helps her resonate w Emmet and Ingo. Hmm ok good thoughts)

She works as a model on her off time, but makes plenty of time for her work as a meister and just to hang out with her brothers!

When she's in battle she just. Wears a skin tight flexible two piece body suit and Sneakers like a normal person (she is looking at Ingo and Emmet, who wear their everyday outfit + their battle jackets. She has thought they were crazy since their first battle) and keeps her hair up in a pretty bun with a brain surrounding it, bc she has a Lot Of Hair she has to put it somewhere!! You know she's serious (or very anxious) about a battle if there's no braid around it bc it means she was rushing to get out there. You know she is ANGRY!!! if it's just in a ponytail. You are fucked if she comes to battle w/ a ponytail (means she's so mad she didn't even care. she was putting it up as she left the house. you're fucked)

She wields Emmet in her right hand and Ingo in her left, reflecting how the boys themselves wield each other (iirc ingo is right handed and emmet is left?? ngl i cant quote remember h)

She also has sheaths for both of them, again utilizing some trickery

Her and the boys are all rather lean, so sneaking around is sometimes they're best bet

One of their signature moves (and one of Elesa's favorite-when she doesn't do it wrong) is Elesa scraping Emmet against Ingo

The boys are able to resonate sounds into the area around them when they're used to make something loud enough. Ingo's better at this, and Emmet can do it too, but when both are used to make it, it comes out with the best results.

(don't ask me if this makes sense. points at soul if he can do it so can they)

However, there is some risk that comes with scraping metal against metal, and there is a way to do it wrong.

Now, this is often used to stun enemies for allies to attack.

When the trio were young, it was used to escape.

The first couple of times they did this, when they were just 14, rather fresh to fighting, Elesa did it wrong. And instead of scraping Emmet's blunt side against Ingo's blunt side,

She scraped Emmet's sharp back against Ingo's blunt side.

Emmet is a curved blade, double sided, meant to hook around enemies or slash them from the front.

The only blunt place is his side.

This is where the chips in Ingo's blade came from, and where he gained the scars in his right side.

(For context, Ingo's blade-to-body parallel is sharp edge->front, blunt edge->back, side that points right when brandished->right side, and same for his left. Emmet's the same.

In this case, Ingo's right side happened to be the one that points up when Elesa holds him flat, and therefore, the one she went to scrape Emmet against.)

In truth, this is still a situation that haunts her.

But she is a good meister, that listens to their weapons when they tell her she's hurt them.

(This happened twice.

Ingo wouldn't tell her, forever afraid she'd finally call them oddities and toss them out.

Emmet got tired of his brother's excuses, refused to help keep it secret the second time around.)

Besides this all, though, in truth, Emmet and Ingo wouldn't trade her for the world.

She's their sister, and they're her brothers.

and uhh. other things abt elesa uhhhh

Sometimes she helps the boys with their class, since they don't really have the full perspective on being a meister, especially not one that wields two weapons

Her soul perception actually isn't that high (Ingo and Emmet are the ones good at that around here) but she's excellent at dynamic fighting, and thinking on the fly

Team Plasma HATES HER GUTS bc Ingo and Emmet actually like her despite being twin weapons who can wield EACH OTHER (more on team plasma in the next post wink wonk)

OK I THINK THAT'S IT!!! that is all my elesa info for u all that ive thinkity thunked up for now. team plasma post SHORTLY i havent brainstormed them that hard so it MIGHT be a sec but. ok the General Info post might come before them then LWJDKD i have a doc for all this and i sorta want most of my info to be there not here tbh

#elesa post......Finished. on 2 arceus evil laughter #pokemon #uhh. do i tag this submas uhhhh #sure. exposure :o)#submas #nimbasa trio #trash talks #btw. if you guys are inch rested in that little story i mentioned where elesa FUCKS INGOS SHIT UP #by scraping emmet against him Wrong #i have whats basically an outline for a fic abt that already done in my soul eater submas au doctm #so if any of u want to hear abt ingos no good very bad day(s it happens twice). i am all ears hehehe #emmet gets sooo pissed. elesa cries a lot. ingo acts 14 bc hes 14. its good hehehe #soul eater au

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elia-de-silentio · 3 years

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Recap on Vanijeanne

As we try to recover from ... well, chapter 50, who wants to read a recap on the most controversial and Problematique couple in the manga?

*crickets*

Well, it was in my to-do list, so I'm writing it anyways.

Now, I love their first meeting, because while it sucks on 'what is actually happening' level, it does a wonderful work of exposure of the characters, hinting at their further development in a few panels.

Jeanne is presented as a '''''"strong woman'''''' ... meaning that's she's very good at fighting. That's essentially a good thug, it says nothing on character strenght. In fact, the only words she says for the first two chapters are asking Luca for orders: she's not shown as someone who takes initiative and acts on her own.

Even her emotional bond to Luca is taken as a sign of her weakness; while caring for someone isn't in any way a moral or emotional deficiency, quite the opposite actually, it hints at the fact that this girl has been so isolated, she has grown terribly attached to the only person to treat her with more than basic decency.

Speaking of basic decency, Vanitas fails even that. He straight-out sexually harassess her, making her feel even more powerless after mocking her for not living up to the strenght expected from her. We will later see that Vanitas isn't above psychological attacks on his enemies (hello, Astolfo), but this is callous even for his standards. Why would he do that?

Well, even if it was the first chapters, it was a bit of a shock to see the character behaving in such a way. Insofar, Vanitas had been presented as cocky, somewhat pushy and trollish, but also determined to help people, kind to Amelia, cheerful and funny. All around, a 'good guy'.

Even Noé, who back then said he didn't particularly like Vanitas, called 'overwhelmingly right' his healing of Amelia. Vanitas pulls a face at hearing that, and I suspect his behaviour towards Jeanne is in some measure a way to 'de-impress' Noé. After all, as we'll see in later chapters, he is an horrible person and can't risk someone actually liking him, right?

Their following meeting at the Bal Masqué is almost as bad. Here, Vanitas exploits her weakened state to flat out coerce Jeanne into drinking his blood, again using Luca as emotional blackmail (she'll hurt Vani, so the kid will be okay). Again, Jeanne really, really doesn't want to do this, and the scene drives home well her turmoil and hatred for the whole situation.

If Jeanne is being coerced in a situation of weakness, Vanitas is not actually faring that better. He wanted to have his blood drunk because he had seen Dominique and Noé do that, and he wanted something similar to the affection these two expressed, but not too similar because he doesn't deserve it and so he must make sure that the other party hates him and - this guy is a mess.

But the blood-drinking looks definitely painful for him. Heck, he even has to cover his own mouth to avoid screaming!

Their third meeting keeps on this proud tradition. In this instance, Vanitas makes quite a bit of back and forth: first he teases Jeanne in public about that possession mark, then dials back when he sees Luca taking issue; he offers privately to help her mantain her secret about the uncontrollable blood-craving, then he puts forth conditions (that she calls him by his name, thus establishing an intimacy she doesn't want, and that she drinks only from him, this limiting the damage she could do but also keeping a personal leash on her); he requires that she only drinks his blood, prattling on how good it feels, but then he has the same pained expression when she actually does it. His motivations here are probably mixed: partly desire to help a possible curse-bearer, partly a way to exercise control on Jeanne (as we have seen with Noé, Vanitas likes being the one in charge of situations), and partly some actual attraction to her.

On her part, Jeanne stands firm in her dislike of Vanitas, even if she really liked the taste of his blood.

Later in the same chapter, Noé questions Vanitas about love; he admits that he doesn't really know, just when he looks a Jeanne il flusso sanguigno gli passa dalle zone superiori a quelle inferiori his heart beats faster. He also lists his reasons for liking Jeanne; quite surprisingly, not only her considerable chest (though that got attention) but also some personality traits, such as her weird blend of toughness and fragility. Still, they're not exactly deep reasons. It sound more like a superficial crush.

But then, he adds something very important: he pursues her because she won't love him back. Here we got the first big hint of Vanitas's huge self-loathing: he is an horrible person, he doesn't deserve love, if someone loves him it means they have got some problems. He likes Jeanne, she's not the kind of person to like him back, he can have a '''safe''' relationship!

Then there is their famous date. It began as a ploy on Jeanne's part to get rid of Vanitas: because of quella comare di Noé, Dominique and then Jeanne herself get to know about that observation just above. So they get the idea: let's pretend that Jeanne really likes Vanitas, so he will leave on his own.

A sound plan, which would have worked if not for ... well, take a look at Jeanne up there. Does she look like she's confessing her love, or trying very hard not to throw up?

But the problem is: the date is great. Vanitas understands exactly what she was up to, and promptly went along with the act. And for the first time, he is actually nice to her: he shows her around the city, is attentive to her wishes, he speaks his mind about some little things.

And this completely throws Jeanne off her balance. Where does this sudden change come from? (And this was probably Vani's intention all along, as another way to keep her on edge and control her)

Not to mention, she's really not used to kindness. She's a bourreau, a pariah. She is so rarely treated with any decency, she is extremely sensitive when someone shows her even a little of it.

This ... '''cute''' rendez-vous comes to an abrupt end when an accident triggers Jeanne's bloodthirst. Vanitas gets her away before anything can happen, lets her feed on him (which still look painful) and tries to understand what exactly her problem is.

Whatever it is, Jeanne is forbidden by Ruthven to talk about it; the only thing certain, is that she is terrified by the perspective of harming Luca, should she no longer be able to control this bloodthirst. Vanitas reacts to this by promising to kill her before such thing can happen.

This scene is ...uuuuh ... interesting. I think that Vanitas actually meant well, even if only in part and in his own way. He surely sees it as an important promise, that he will honor should the necessity manifest itself. As for the other part, here is another nice chance for him to be the one in control!

With their next meeting, Mochizuki slams the gas pedal. In this case, Jeanne is not in a condition of vulnerability, there is nothing to blackmail her with at hand, and she's physically better off: it's the first time we see her take charge.

She has finally the chance to show off her better qualities: her sense of honor in repaying debts (Vanitas protected her from a blow from Astolfo before, getting wounded as a result), her level-headedness in difficult situation and her sense of responsibility towards others.

Vanitas, on the other hand, is a wreck. He lost his book, he got wounded, he has got hypotermia, he couldn't prevent Jeanne from stripping him out of the wet clothes and seeing the scars on his body, he has got a fever and is delirious. In this state, he gets a pretty loose tongue: he asks Jeanne some pretty personal questions about her motives here. She stays firm on what she 'has to' do regarding Chloé, but still, this is the first seed of doubt in her mind.

Oh, and there another kinda-kiss. No idea what Jeanne was thinking, passing Vanitas water that way instead of just putting the bottle to his lips.

Anyways, Vanitas really doesn't like not being the one in control. The morning after he acts the coldest he has ever been to Jeanne, dismissing her and then focusing on the task at hand, doing his best to avoid talking about that moment of fragility. Still, he shows some care for her, inviting her to listen to Dante's informations about Chloé.

They have a bit of a conflict of interest in there: Jeanne feels guilty about not fulfilling her duty as a tool and wants to amend by actually killing her mentor, Vanitas wants to save that same person; and, maybe because of personal experience, he has realized that Chloé 's death won't make Jeanne happy.

And how does the situation get resolved? In the sweetest, most actually romantic way possible. Vanitas exposes the truth about Gevaudan to Jeanne, and asks her what she truly wants.

A bit of exposition on Jeanne's past reveals that she has severe trauma after witnessing the death of her parents and being treated as a bourreau, a tool; she's convinced that if she ever acts according to her own will, someone else will be hurt. She's completely broken down by not having been able to kill one of the few people who treated her with kindness, and blames herself for everything that's happened in this arc.

But (after some unwitting influence from Noé) in sweeps our knight in a shining baggy coat, with the following message: she has every right to her desires. He wants to make her happy, he won't die as a result, he's ready to accept all she has to say, without judging her, with no condescension or trying to control her. All she has to do is be the one to give the order, and he'll obey. And she wishes for Chloé to be saved.

Chloé is saved. Her will to live is restored, and she is reunited with the people she loves. Jeanne is, in her own words, 'so happy she could burst', and extremely grateful to Vanitas.

This propels her to first drink his blood, and this time it really doesn't look painful; then to kiss him. And this time, he is the one to blush and stutter, clearly off-balanced by what has happened and by the fact he doesn't dislike it one bit.

The following chapters can be only described as hysterical. Upon actually falling in love, Vanitas enacts the following:

• Spending ten days in bed, thinking he's about to die.

• Believing Jeanne cursed him

• Describing extensively and graphically, in front of Count Orlok, that particular blood-drinking che per come è posto sembra più una trombata

• Getting physically thrown out as a result

• Wandering in a haze, thinking about Jeanne's smile

• Running in a panic after hearing some convenient passerby declare his feelings for a girl with him

• After almost literally stumbling on Roland, sitting down with him and Olivier and trying to get romantic advice from a guy he dislikes and another he has never seen before.

• Trying the 'asking for a friend' trick. Is figured out after an esteemed timeframe of 0.2 seconds.

(Perdonate l'interruzione. La faccia da culo di Roland meritava la condivisione)

• Getting the most desperate look after Roland diagnisizes him with 'love'

• Throwing away all pretenses and expressing outright his self-loathing, to what is pretty much a couple of strangers, in stark contrast with his usual reservation.

• Reacting like a pissed-off cat to any attempts of comfort from Roland and Noé.

Meanwhile, Jeanne ...

Well, actually there is a whole sequence where she realizes she is in love, and describes the same symptoms as Vani in a cheerful, positive way to two flabbergasted Dominique and Luca; but I felt like the above panel was the most culturally relevant.

The point is, now that the feelings are real, Jeanne is the most confident and forward of the two. And this is a pretty great thing for her: as a bourreau, she didn't think love would have played a part in her life; she felt that she was just a tool, but not now, she has realized that she can love and be loved, and this makes her happy and confident. As Dominique observes, she shreds the shyness and insecurity that circumstances had forced on her, and returns to her original, cheerful personality; you can't take your eyes off her.

Still, in a following chapter, she has that little fantasy of a classic fairytale with herself and Vani in the protagonist roles. While it's a very cute and funny scene, it highlights something that Dominique too noticed: she is very black-and-white about Vanitas. She has gone from absolutely loathing him (with good reason!) to absolutely idealizing him (again, he finally acted with real kindness and selflessness towards her, but she doesn't even recognize how awful he was towards her at the start).

This would mean a fair share of problems with any normal person, as nobody is completely horrible or completely good, but with a walking bundle of trauma, contrasting feelings and self-loathing as Vanitas? It's probably a recipe for a disaster.

So! All in all, I admit I really like this couple. I like the possibilities of self-discovery each of them represents for the other: for Vanitas, to realize that his life isn't fixated by whatever happened in his past and that he can have positive relationships with people, and that he can amend his mistakes and receive forgiveness; for Jeanne, to fully experience positive emotions, and acquire a more balanced view of people and situations if her feelings survive the clash with Vanitas's failings.

... that was, before the disaster that was chapter 50. Jeanne has a very good relationship with Dominique, too; she was worried about her, and is likely investigating her disappearence, especially because Luca called specifically for her when he found out about it.

Remember? The same Dominique Vanitas would be willing to let be killed in order to protect his own memories, and even insulted in front of Noé? If Jeanne arrives on the scene, or finds out what happened, she will be forced to a new, decidedly less positive evaluation of Vanitas.

Misha is really being a wrecking ball on whatever halfway positive relationship his brother has, as if Vanitas himself wasn't enough to mess them up.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read my ramblings!

#vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vnc vanitas #vnc meta #vnc analysis #vnc spoilers #vnc jeanne #elia's recaps

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Stay With Me (Pt. 08 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Nightmare

It's amazing to know you're excited about the party. Luke is two months old, and since you had a welcome party in-store, you turned it into a birthday party. It'll happen later tonight, by nightfall, and you're enjoying the last moments before you have to leave the bedroom and start organizing things.

After brushing your teeth and hair, you leave the bathroom, smiling to see Daryl still lied in bed. He seems peaceful, eyes closed, so handsome in the morning light. You've been wanting to tell him something, it's been a while... But you never get the right time. Or maybe you're just a little scared...

But looking at him now, it just fades away. You and Daryl have been in a solid relationship, and despite the short time, things have been amazing. Perfect. Carol is even talking about moving out, so you and Daryl can have your own space, but you don't want to push her to it. In the privacy of your bedroom, you're fine. And living with Carol is nice.

“Hey, D.” You say in a soft voice, going to the bed and climbing on top of him. Daryl grunts something, his eyes opening, hands coming to your hips and waist. “Are you awake?”

“I am now that a kitten came to lie down on me.” He mumbles as you move up until your face is at the same level as his. You place your legs around his hips, hands sustaining your weight on each side of his head.

“Sorry.” You mutter, moving to stand up. But Daryl's grip gets tighter, and you let yourself fall, collapsing against his chest, giggling. “Alright, alright. But listen up now...”

“What is it?” He brings a hand to your face, fingers caressing your chin.

“Uhm...” Blushing a little, you clear your throat. “I... I think... No, I do.”

Daryl raises an eyebrow, and you can tell he's trying to figure it out on his own. “Ya wanna break apart?” He bursts out suddenly. “ ‘Cause if that's what ya want, I–”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” You say in a sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes. “I'm literally on top of you, Daryl Dixon. How can you possibly think I want to end things?” Moving to sit up, straddling his hips, you cross your arms. “What do you have in this pretty head of yours? Only hunting skills?”

“Yer very funny.” In a sudden motion, Daryl pulls you down again, switching positions so he's on top of you instead. “What is it then?” He asks, his face way too close.

“Can I kiss you first?”

“Nah. Ya got me curious.”

“Alright...” Taking a deep breath, you gather up some courage to push the words out. “I want a baby.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at Daryl's funny face. “What?”

“Don't ya have one already?”

“Yeah...” Mumbling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“I want another baby.” Smirking, you place a kiss on his lips. He's fast to kiss you back, a hand cupping your cheek. “So. What do you think?” You ask when you pull away.

“How are ya plannin’ to get one?”

You're not sure if his intention was to make you blush, but you're blushing anyway. “Uhm... First I need to get married.”

“Get married? People don't care about these things anymore.” He answers quickly, and you wonder if you went too far. Maybe it's way too early, and these thoughts should be kept inside your heart for a while longer.

“I know but... That's exactly why I care.” Sighing, you avoid his eyes. “I'm sorry, we haven't talked about this and I don't even know if–”

“Hey, calm down.” With his thumb and index finger on your chin, he makes you look at him again. You always appreciates Daryl's touch, it doesn't matter how small it is. It took a while for him to get comfortable enough to do this so easily, and you never take it for granted. He's always gentle as if you're a porcelain doll. He's never rough, never violent, not with you. Loving Daryl happened fast and strong, and it's a feeling that only grows, every passing day. “Ya wanna talk about it we'll talk about it.”

“It's just that... I-I love you. With all my heart and... It does feel like we already have this family thing going on and...” Daryl has fallen into this father role, and he's absolutely amazing with Luke. He can make him fall asleep in minutes, and you love to watch as he rocks the baby to sleep. And those moments always get your mind racing. He's already being such a good father so maybe he'd like a baby of his own... And you'd like to give him that. “...It got me thinking.”

“I love ya too, babygirl. But marriage... It would bound you with me on a whole different level.” Daryl sits up, and you follow his movement, your arms still around his neck, keeping him close. “I wanna make sure ya have the choice ta’ walk away when ya want to.”

“I won't walk away, Dixon. I love you.” He needs to be reassured of that from time to time, but you don't mind. You want to spend the rest of your life making sure Daryl knows he's loved. That he's desired and wanted. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life and if that's what you want too... You know, I'm a girlish girl, I'd like to get married someday, and honestly, if not with you then I won't marry anyone else.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, a shiver rolling down your spine, feeling his fingers caressing your bare thigh.

“Ya sure ya want this? With me? Are ya sure about what yer talking about?”

“I am.” You mutter in a low voice, blushing. “I am.” Repeating in a low voice, you kiss him, slowly at first, but soon enough his taste overcomes everything, and you think he feels the same since he deepens the kiss. Pulling him down again, you smile when his hand touches a ticklish spot on your side.

“Hey, you two!” Carol calls, knocking on the door. “Wake up. There's a lot to do today.”

Daryl grunts in response, not pulling away from the kiss.

But Carol is right. It'll be a long day and both you and Daryl have stuff to get ready for the party.

The day passes by quickly since you're helping everyone a little. The only thing you can't do is lift heavy stuff. Daryl forbade it, with Denise backing him up, you have no idea for how long. The party will happen at Rick's house since the living room is the biggest, and you spend hours there decorating everything. You try not to think too much about all the people who will be here tonight. You know them, you befriended them, they won't hurt you.

When it's finally time to go, you're impressed by how you feel. Happy, not scared, and actually excited. You never thought stuff like this would ever happen again. It's silly, but it keeps people sane, said Deanna. The sun is making its way to the horizon when you're getting dressed. You chose to wear a dress Daryl brought you from one of his runs. It's a light shade of blue, with thin straps and a nice cleavage in the back, reaching a few inches below the mid of your thighs. You never wear anything that will show the scar on your leg, you don't like it. Nor what it represents. You're putting on your flats when Daryl comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp, but completely dressed. He's wearing what he usually wears, always dark colors, but you don't mind. You really like it.

“Are you ready?” You ask, turning on your heels to face him. Daryl doesn't answer, eyes locked on you, lingering for so long it makes you blush. “D? Cat got your tongue?”

“Nah, it just...” He looks down at his feet before making his way over you. “Ya look beautiful, that's all.”

“Thanks.” Smiling shyly, you tiptoe to kiss him. “But I'll need a coat for when the night falls... Mind if I get one of yours?”

“Won't ya ever stop stealin’ my clothes?” Daryl fakes an annoyed tone, but it takes two seconds for his lips to break into a smile.

“Well, you stole my heart, Dixon. I'm just looking for revenge.” Winking at him, you search on the wardrobe for one of his jackets. “Now let's get going. Maggie and I baked this brownies and I'm dying for one.” Grabbing the jacket, you take his hand and leave the bedroom.

Carol is already there, so you just have to take little Luke and head out. He wants Daryl this time, so he's the one carrying him to Rick's place. As you walk there, the wind messes with your hair, and you try to keep it from your face.

“Who are the new residents, by the way?” You just remembered them. If the day wasn't so hectic, you'd ask Daryl to introduce you to them, just so you could know their faces before having to meet them at the party.

“Two men. Aaron found them starving to death a hundred miles Northwest. They're alright I guess. Since Deanna allowed them to stay.” Daryl reassures you, his free hand taking yours. “Ya ok?”

“Yeah... I'm excited, actually.” As you climb the few steps to the porch, Luke giggles, you're not sure why. “Right, little one?” Stopping by the front door, you step closer to the baby in Daryl's arm. “Are you excited too? For your party? Two months old already, you're growing up so fast.” You're still baby-talking when the door is opened, a smiley Carl gesturing for you to get in.

“C'mon, let's get ya those brownies,” Daryl says as you step inside.

It takes no time for people to come to talk to Luke, him becoming the center of attention. He throws himself on Maggie's arms, who happily welcomes him.

“(Y/N),” Rick says and you turn on your heels to talk to him. Daryl remains close, and you know why. But you feel fine, comfortable around these people. “Judith said a funny word this morning. I wonder where she learned it.” He has his hands on his hips, and you innocently shrug your shoulders.

“What word?”

“Damn it,” Daryl answers, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Rick nods, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh my gosh. Where could she have heard such a thing?” She learned it from you because that's what you exclaim almost a hundred times a day and that's not really a secret anymore. “I'm sure she said something like ‘dang it’ so I don't see how that's my fault. ‘Dang it’ it's not that bad is it?”

“Well, I think–”

“(Y/N). Daryl.” Deanna calls, and you give Rick a smirk, meaning you're happy to be saved from this conversation. Turning around, you focus on Deanna. “Come, you're the only ones who haven't met Michael and Daniel yet.”

“Ok.” You can't help but feel a little anxious to meet new people, so you grab Daryl's arm as you follow Deanna through the living room.

“Over here.” She gestures, a kind smile on her lips. “This is Daniel, and Michael, they were found–”

Her words fade when both men turn to look at you. Their faces are unmistakable, and you feel yourself sinking, skin burning, head spinning as it all comes back.

Their voices, touches, and threats. You're suddenly back there, in the darkness, starving, freezing, waiting, wishing for death to come before they did. You're in the basement where your screams used to echo. All of your wounds start hurting, pulsing, as if they were reopened, all over again.

You never got the names, but you'll never forget the faces. One of them, the you thought looked like Rick, has a smile on his lips. The same sick, wicked smile, the same he had every time he went to see you, never failing to draw some blood.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He says, in the same tone he used to. Low, dark, more animal than human.

What happens next is a blur. There's yelling, and Daryl suddenly isn't by your side anymore. He's a blur, moving towards both men, drawing punches. You're pulled back by someone, you don't know where, but you know it isn't Daryl. You know his touch by heart, and it's the only touch you want.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing whoever that was, sinking, falling backward until you hit a wall. You want to disappear again, to vanish from existence. With both hands covering your ears, you push yourself into the wall, hoping it'll absorb you, hide you.

“Take them. Now.”

“The trial happens tomorrow.”

“Lock those assholes up.”

“Enjoy your last night on Earth.”

The words have no meaning, they just keep echoing. The low chattering, the many footsteps... Why are you still here? Why can't you be strong for once and just run? Run where? If they're here... Where else could you go?

“Babygirl,” his low, calming voice is like a beacon, lighting up the darkness, bringing you back, pulling you into consciousness again. Into life.

Moving just a little, hands off your ears and muscles relaxing, you look at him, immediately running to his arms. “They're here. They're here, they... They found me.”

“Alright, calm down now.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your back. “Let's get ya outta here.”

Nodding, you offer no resistance when he picks you up. You keep your eyes closed, face hidden on the crook of his neck as you float away. It feels like the first time, when he was carrying you from the infirmary into what's now your house.

You flinch a little when you're pulled down, suddenly recognizing your bed and curling up, pulling the blankets over your head.

“How is she?”

“I don't know.” Daryl sounds angry, furious. “I'll kill them right now.”

“No, Daryl. The trial will be tomorrow. You know they'll die for what they did”

“I don't care!”

“You need to stay with her now.”

You know it's Carol, but still, you want her to go. You need everyone to go away now, you just need Daryl. You need to... Go away. Alexandria isn't safe anymore. You rather face the dead.

Silently, moved by fear, you get up, taking the dress off, and struggling with the first pair of jeans you find.

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, but you ignore him, sight blurred by the tears as you put a shirt on. “Hey, (Y/N).” You don't know what to take... You just need to leave. These walls won't keep you safe anymore. If you stay... You know they'll find you again.

“I'm leaving.” You mumble, looking around and finding the white sneakers you left by the edge of the bed and putting them on.

“What–”

“I'm leaving! I can't stay here. If I stay here it'll happen all over again.” You're yelling, sitting on the bed, sobbing. “They're here, they'll take me again, they-they–”

“Shh, yer ok.” Daryl pulls you up, into his arms, and you melt. The sobs are muffled by this jacket, and your tears are certainly soaking the fabric. “Look at me, babygirl. Look at me.” Slowly, you raise your head, his blue eyes acting immediately, like a medicine made only for you. “There's a place I can take ya for the night. But ya need to be here tomorrow. To officialize their crime so I can kill those–”

“Take me away, please.” You beg, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping you sane. Alive. Because he is. “Please, if I stay here I'll–”

“Alright, alright.” He nods, a hand caressing your cheek. “Let's go then. C'mon.”

Everything happens in the background, you feel. Carol stays by your side in the porch, guiding you to the car Daryl took to drive you away. You barely feel your body now, out on the street, feeling their eyes on you... Their eyes, evil and disgusting, as they lust over you. You know they're not here, but still, you feel them. Wanting you to cave in, to agree to fulfill their needs in the most vile, degrading ways. You're hyperventilating when the gate opens, the woods before you suddenly looking far safer than these walls.

When Daryl crosses the gate, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, lungs burning. The sun is coming down, so there are a some shadows creeping in... But it's better out here. The wall will keep them inside, you hope.

“Babygirl,” Daryl says, getting your attention. “We're almost there, alright?”

“Ok.” You mumble, and Daryl puts a hand on your knee.

“Nothin’ will hurt ya. Never again. M’ gonna keep that promise.”

Holding his hand, your eyes meet his when he gives you a glance.

Around ten minutes later, Daryl stops the car. You haven't noticed before, but he parked in front of a small, wooden house. It looks like it was some kind of cabin in the woods since there are no other constructions around it. “C'mon.” He says when he opens the passenger door for you. Your legs feel a little weak, but you manage to stand up, immediately looking around. “There's nobody here, I promise ya.”

Nodding, you let him guide you inside, a flashlight on his hand. Daryl unlocks the door, and you wonder why he has the key to this thing. When you step in, the light coming from in between the planks on the windows helps you see the interior. There is a cough and a coffee table, you recognize it despite the dark plastic covering both things. Walking further in, you peak at the kitchen. Everything is clean and has a plastic placed over them. It kinda looks live someone used to live here not too long ago.

“I found this place a while ago.” Daryl starts, placing his backpack on the floor. “Was fixin’ it, cleanin’... So I could bring ya here every once in a while.” He gestures at the whole place in general, and you take another look around. He did say he'd try to find a place he could take you outside Alexandria, but you never thought it would be this good. “Still has a lot to do. Gonna put electricity, runnin’ water will be more complicated but I'll do it.”

“You're doing all that for me?” You whisper, hoping the dim light will hide your blushing cheeks.

“Yeah... Wanted to bring ya here under different circumstances but...” He takes the bag again, gesturing at the hall. “First door to the right it's our bedroom.”

Following his direction, you open the door to a small bedroom with a double bed, also covered with black plastic. The windows have wooden planks on it too, but there's enough space in between them so let some light come in.

“Here, lemme’–” Daryl drops the bag, walking over the bed and removing the plastic. Underneath, the light green sheets seem comfortable and you get it now why everything is covered up. To keep it clean. “Ya can lie down it ya want to. Brought some blankets.” As you move to the bed, Daryl searches in the bag, picking up two blankets and fixing them on the bed. “Ya hungry? Or thirsty? I brought–”

“I just need you, Daryl.” You whisper, drying off some tears that are still rolling down. “Can you come here?”

“Of course, babygirl.” Quickly, he leaves the bag behind and joins you in bed. Daryl pulls you close, you head on his chest as his arms hold you tightly, keeping you safe.

“I hope this is just a nightmare... That I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all be gone.” Mumbling, you push yourself even closer to him, if that's even possible.

“I'll kill them myself, I swear.” There's a fire in his voice, hate. You've never heard him talking like that, his chest vibrating powerfully. “I'll wipe them off the face of Earth.”

Involuntary, your hand finds its way to your leg, to the scar. The pain is a vivid memory today, and for a moment you feel like you should lie down, as motionless as you can so it won't hurt. So the stitches won't rip again.

How is it possible that all the horrible memories came back all at once? On one second? “I-if I didn't have you, I... I'd die today, I know I would.”

“Nah, ya wouldn't.” Moving, he brings his index finger to your chin, making you look at him. “Yer stronger than ya give yourself credit for. Ya don't see it, but I do.” Then, he places a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, which is sadly, too brief. “But I will protect ya. Always, until my days are over.”

“Daryl, I–”

“I wanna marry ya.” He bursts out, his low voice burning through your head as you wonder if you heard him right. “When this is over and those monsters are dead... I wanna marry ya.”

Despite the terror, creeping through your skin, the darkness threatening to swallow you again, you smile. Everything fades away, and a different kind of happiness washes over you. A type of bliss you didn't even know existed. Unable to control yourself, you climb over him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you mutter, not giving him the chance to answer, connecting your lips on his in a loving, passionate kiss.

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 11.5

What Does a Moth Sound Like?

A half-elf conwoman (and the moth tasked with keeping her out of trouble) travel the Jewel in search of, uh, whatever a fashionable accessory is pointing them at. [Campaign log]

Last time: the party returned to Barley to deal with a few loose ends while their hired muscle dealt with the biggest, scaliest loose end. Between that session and the next, we had a brief mini-session to wrap up one of said ends we'd left unwrapped- what exactly is up with the Kanthalga family?

(Also included: a conversational omake between Looseleaf and Saelhen, pictured courtesy of @drazelic, Looseleaf's player.)

After their encounter with Kensa, Oyobi tries to talk the party into going to the tower and helping the Deathseekers kill the dragon. Her brilliant plan of "stab it in the brain before it can cast any spells" has some flaws, though, and they patiently explain the plan's many flaws and strike a blow against Oyobi's sense of invincibility.

They also ask Malath a few questions, trying to get to the bottom of her odd discomfort with the idea of the dragon as a culprit and the presence of Deathseekers.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "When we spoke before, you asked us whether the dragon was green. I regret that I still cannot answer, as I have not seen it, or heard any news on the topic from the deathseekers. But you seemed... concerned that it might be a green dragon. Is there any reason that such a dragon might pose a particular threat to your town?" Benedict I. (GM): "Mmm. I don't know if you've heard, but... going on thirty years ago, there was a town to the east called Grain." "It was attacked by a green dragon, and the elders... as the dragon had words with them, they had to be remanded to the custody of their gods." Looseleaf: Oooh, that is harsh. Benedict I. (GM): "In the ensuing chaos, the miscreants who now inhabit Wheat set fire to the town and fled further east." "The survivors of the disaster fled west, and established Barley here." "If that same dragon still has its sights on our people, we could be in grave danger." "We refused to submit once, and it very nearly destroyed us."

As far as they can tell from their questioning, Malath isn't hiding any dark secret- she's just sort of a control freak, who's nervous that her control over the people might slip. Plus she's worried that if the dragon is provoked and comes to town, she- as the current elder in charge- might suffer the same fate as Grain's elders.

Saelhen... isn't satisfied with this. Something seems wrong about Malath Kanthalga- Thalath wouldn't try to enlist their help rescuing Kensa for no reason. She takes the party to the general store, in hopes of catching Kensa on her nightly delivery.

Kensa arrives as expected, but when she sees Saelhen there, she makes her delivery and tries to leave, rather than sit at the loom as is her custom. She seems afraid of Saelhen.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I don't intend to keep you from your work. Though I did have a question I wanted to ask you, dear. If you'll permit me one." Kensa Kanthalga: "...A question?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Of a sensitive nature, possibly. Something vouchsafed to me by... someone you might know." Kensa Kanthalga: She looks less afraid and more confused, now. And after thinking a moment... "...oh." She actually looks a little angry, now. "That makes sense." "He sent you, didn't he?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Okay, the conclusions she's reached here... may or may not be correct! "Under what I am starting to think may have been false pretenses." Kensa Kanthalga: "What did he tell you? Did he say I was being brainwashed?" "I don't need to be rescued from my duty by someone who abandoned his!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "More a very general concern for your person than anything --" Ah, there's the word that raises her hackles, duty.

Having somewhat misread the situation, Saelhen is unpleasantly surprised to find that Kensa seems just as devoted to the teachings of Diamode as Malath is, and has no interest in fleeing. She seems contemptuous of her older brother on the basis that, uh...

Well, the Goddess of Family, who's all about having kids and living a very prescribed sort of life path inside strict gender roles, is- as might be unsurprising- a bit of a homophobe. The party never met Thalath's boyfriend (who works the night shift at Wheatley Inn- they never stayed the night there), but there are several reasons why the place isn't popular with the locals.

Saelhen is caught kind of flat-footed here- she can tell something's still not quite right, but she doesn't have the kind of cultural context to unravel this level of baggage.

Luckily, she brought along an ersatz cleric of Diamode, and so... Orluthe is able to spot the missing piece of the puzzle.

Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe, in the back, has been looking increasingly uncomfortable. So far, he's had his stole and cap stowed away, so as not to be recognized as a cleric of Diamode. He's now taking them out and putting them on. "Hey, um, miss?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen... legitimately forgot he had those. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa turns and notices him- possibly for the first time. "Oh, ah- Mr., um..." Orluthe Chokorov: "Chokorov," he says. "I'm..." He holds up a hand, and points at a tiny circular scar around his pinky finger. "You have one of these, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks down at her hand, and you can see- yes, she has a matching scar. Saelhen du Fishercrown: Well. That's novel information about Orluthe. Religion check to... I mean, we know the finger-cutting thing. I guess a "what does this mean, it's not like these two have disowned anyone" check. 13 - RELIGION (2) Benedict I. (GM): With a 13, you know that only a parent needs to cut off their finger- but you're not sure what happens with sibling relationships. This might be something related- like you don't have to cut your finger off all the way? Some sort of signifier that the connection has been severed, though you don't know the finer doctrinal points. Orluthe Chokorov: "My older sister," he says. "Four years ago. We all had to get the mark." Kensa Kanthalga: "Wait, but..." Orluthe Chokorov: "You didn't want that to happen to you, too, right?" "You can't stand up to a power like that. You'd never win, right? If I tried to defend my sister, my parents would have two missing fingers." "You have to pretend, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: "Why... no, it's... I really...!" Orluthe Chokorov: "Feels that way, doesn't it? For a long time." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks terrified- like for the first time, someone's seen right through her. Orluthe Chokorov:"It's not a betrayal of your family- of your duty- to... have love." "There's nothing in Diamode's teachings about the mark, you know? Neither of us had to take it." Saelhen du Fishercrown: ...well. That's a... new consideration. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's on the verge of tears, looking like she's about to bolt. "N-no, I- I really... want to... I have to..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is right back to Steal This Child Town. "...wait, do you seriously mean that the finger-cutting thing came after the scripture?" Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe nods. "I mean, the finger-cutting is... it's a punishment. You're not supposed to disown your children. It's not like you can do it and then you lose the finger and then you're all square and it's fine." "And when parents scar their kids' fingers to make them share in a punishment for a sin they didn't commit... Diamode doesn't want that." "I should know," he says, gesturing to his vestments. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...well. Thank you, Orluthe." Saelhen's face is hard. "I was previously under the impression that I had misunderstood a culture which is strange to me." "But now it sounds as if... I haven't, quite." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's makeup is starting to run. "What... what do you know? I- I wanted to... if I could've... I couldn't..." "What do you want with me?!" "I had to, okay? I have to!"

Orluthe having successfully exposed Kensa's fear and dissatisfaction with the situation, Saelhen proceeds to talk her around to trying to leave. It's pretty touch-and-go for a little bit, but Kensa's mind is made up when the party mentions that they're going to be passing through Corolos. Apparently, there's something there she really cares a lot about...?

So they're going to need a few days for Kensa to prepare to, uh, run away with a bunch of strangers. That's- this is technically kidnapping, right? This isn't something you should do in real life? This is kind of bad? Hm. Well.

Anyway, they've got some downtime here in Barley while the Deathseekers do their work and Kensa prepares to leave. And- well, later in the campaign, there was a flashback to this time period, so I'm going to cover that scene here.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: So: days in the past (but not many)... It's Cassie Zeishus's inn, and Saelhen is brushing up on her card tricks; she's let herself get rusty, just a bit, ever since she left... Well, since she got to Oyashio, anyway. She's cutting a borrowed deck at one of the inn's tables, downstairs, flicking cards from hand to hand, then up her giant poofy sleeves. Where's Looseleaf? Looseleaf: Probably sitting around outside, doing her whole 'fix-things-up' gimmick! After the early burst of things-to-fix, though, business has dried up a little. There's just not that many broken things left to fix that people need help with after a while! Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is... bored, she decides, for a reason. She can't evaluate how impressive her card tricks/cheating techniques are without a proper audience! She knows how they work already! So she leans out the door. "How goes the repair work?" Looseleaf: "It isnnnnn't," Looseleaf says back. "I think that there's not much repair work left in Barley at all!" "I've done too good a job and my business has dried up. This is why you never peddle perfect cures, innit." Abruptly, she gets up from the carpet she'd gotten Orluthe to roll out for her- the one from Lumiere's tower. "Boooored." She rolls it up. "I demand entertainment."

Saelhen decides to entertain Looseleaf by performing a card trick... and proceeds to roll a natural 1 on her sleight of hand check. She completely fucks it up, and Looseleaf- who had to be convinced to put money on the wager- earns herself a silver piece.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I lost the card." "So I'm going to have to replace that for Cassie. On account of her deck being a card short." "Your card, specifically." Looseleaf: "Hhhhokay." "Wow, you're actually serious, aren't you." "I thought this was still part of the bit, but, if you're serious, you know the card's on the underside of your shoe, right?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I just want to reassure you that I'm good at this, Looseleaf --" Looseleaf: "I thought you'd stepped on it because, y'know, part of the trick." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "No, I already checked there --" Saelhen finds the Hierophant stuck to her instep. There's a beat. Then she blushes furiously, in what looks like actual mortification. "Oh damn it." "I haven't done that since I was sixteen, what the hell..." Looseleaf: Looseleaf laughs. It doesn't sound like her usual laugh, and you can only tell it's a laugh because she's bowled over laughing. The actual sound of the laughter sounds like- trilling chirps with a hint of vibration, a distinctly insectile sound. "Oh gods," she says while somehow still laughing simultaneously, "that was- I'm so sorry about how much I'm laughing, Saelhen-" She's still moth-laughing. "Please understand that your status is no way diminished in my eyes and you are still every bit as much of the cool conwoman you always were in my eyes- oh my gods I'm going to die laughing."

Saelhen, intrigued, attempts to use her preternatural skill at impressions to try and copy the laughter, which Looseleaf finds freaky-deaky.

Looseleaf: "Yeah, if you really want to imitate mothspeech what you actually need are the standard instruments. Your throats are not cut out for the kinds of vibes we naturally talk with." "No offense- your throats are perfectly nice, I mean." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I'm aware my throat is lovely." "What do you mean, standard instruments? Some kind of... pipe, or flute, or something?" Looseleaf: "The Standard Instruments," she says, this time with an intonation so that Saelhen can tell it's words with Capitalized Letters, "are... sort of like a flute, yeah, except instead of working like a woodwind it's more like, a bunch of little flutes with flaps of springy metal at the end, so when you blow through the flute the flaps vibrate and you get a sound that's way closer to the range of sounds we make, and it doesn't hurt your throat nearly as much. The Standard Instruments for imitation mothspeech." "Alternatively, if you knew spirit magic, we could have just taken you to the Archive of the Ever-Living Voice, but that's not really an option..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen attempts to imagine this. "So, ten harmonicas glued together." Looseleaf: "Yeah pretty much." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...that last comment sounded alarmingly practical, in its concerns, Looseleaf." "Are you proposing to teach me, here?" Looseleaf: "How dare you imply that I would ever let slip the magical secrets of my people to an outsider who knows nothing of our ways or our culture why I am absolutely offended and ha ha I'm just messing around." "If you want to learn mothspeech," Looseleaf hesitates for a moment. "...Well, we should get started by trying to put together, as you put it, ten harmonicas!" "...Does this town have harmonicas?" Benedict I. (GM): This town totally has harmonicas.

So it looks like Looseleaf is going to be teaching Saelhen the language of the mothfolk!

Looseleaf hesitates, though. "...You know, learning mothspeech is- well, it's not likely to be useful, you know?" "There's, like, no chance you're ever going to get to really put it into use with anybody other than me." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...it is a bit obscure, isn't it?" Saelhen looks contemplative for a moment... then cracks a grin. "Which means that absolutely no one will know when I insult them." "Beyond their range of hearing, even! Oh that'll be such an easy way to blow off steam, dear, I love it."

After a shopping trip to assemble the device that substitutes for having moth mouthparts, they have a nice time bonding over linguistics. Building the thing is tricky, but... Saelhen gets a good roll!

Looseleaf:"...Y'know, trying to reverse-engineer an instrument just from how you saw it once is... more difficult than I thought it would be." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen expertly pulls two pieces together. "This and this, yes?" Looseleaf: "Yeah, make sure you leave extra length on the tubes- I don't know exactly how long they have to be so we might have to cut them down a little to fit... The day continues. Looseleaf teaches Saelhen a whole plethora of fun insults in mothspeech. Things like, "You must have had a hole in your cocoon while you were pupating, because your brain clearly leaked out during your metamorphosis." "Remind me what instar you are again?" And, her favorite of all, a surprisingly terse noun that apparently translates to "immature child who sticks two feathers on their forehead and thinks that means they have the antennae of an adult."

Saelhen manages to nail the pronunciation pretty quickly, and adds Mothfolk to her list of languages.

The conversation turns to Elvish (Looseleaf is shocked to learn that Oyobi has been being rude this entire time!), and Saelhen's upbringing in Kanzentokai.

Looseleaf is shocked by Saelhen's quick mastery of the language- and of Tabaxi, and Halfling, which are apparently languages she speaks.

Eventually, Looseleaf decides to make a wager with Saelhen. The stakes: if Looseleaf can fool Saelhen with a card trick of her own, Saelhen has to teach her Thieves' Cant. If she loses, she'll have to tell Saelhen how she did the trick- a standard "is this your card" situation.

Saelhen gets a 21, and Looseleaf then has to explain that she was able to track the card via... spirit-linking. Which she then has to explain she's been doing to the bracer.

Looseleaf: "I'm trying to use this as a, uh, lighthearted segue, to confess to the fact that I've soooorta actually had a tracking magic thing set on you, like, since we met." "I'm hoping that's not, un- discomforting for you, since you said, you liked the whole suspicion thing I had?" "But, yeah, uh, I was totally suspicious of you the whole time, and my first response to seeing someone I pegged as a conwoman trying to con the university out of a magic item was, to, put a tracker on the magic item." "Which is that bracer. I know the position of that bracer, at all times, as long as it's within ten miles of me; further than that, and I know the direction it is relative to me." "I'm coming clean because- well, I guess, we're friends now actually, and you should know about the fact that I'm technically tracking your movements. And also because I want to give you the option to tell me to fuck off with that shit, if you want to." "I think that keeping the tracker's still a good idea, on a practical level, though, because of the, uh, use-case, where, a scary badguy chops your arm off to take the bracer, like that way we could still get your arm back and get the bracer back and I'm also rambling because I'm nervous that this is the end of our friendship aha." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen has gone very still. Like the hackles-up bristling from earlier, except... a lot less movement. "......" Looseleaf: "Look, if you want me to turn it off I'll turn it off!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: And then she very deliberately settles back into motion, with barely even a little bit of shaking hands! Deep deep breath. "...you make a good point. "About the, bracer tracking." "I am..." "Fine, with it." Looseleaf: "Iiii am not convinced you are fine. You seem like you are in fact very emotionally distraught about it," Looseleaf says with caution. "I could... put a tracker on something that's not the bracer, for you to hold, of your own volition?" "Really, at this point, I'm less scared of you running off with the bracer, and more scared of something happening to you because of the bracer." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...with a condition." "Which is that you do not tell anyone that you can track things, or, if you have to reveal your hand, that you don't tell anyone that you can find me." Looseleaf: "...You don't want to be found, by... something or someone that wants to find you?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "In general, no." "...I'll tie something around the bracer. Or place a coin between my skin and its surface, or something. You can track that." Looseleaf: "Okay. I'll try my best to not tell anybody about my ability to find you. Except unless I have very good reason to believe that, I dunno, a dragon has abducted you and if I don't find help for you then you're dead, or something like that. Is that fine?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "That would be fine, thank you. And I forgive you for... the initial... situation."

It seems... Saelhen really doesn't want to be found, by someone. I wonder who?

Still, the two of them manage to talk the issue over like adults, and grow closer as friends- so that means everything is probably fine, there's no secrets anymore, and absolutely nothing else is going to go wrong in the town of Barley.

NEXT TIME: END OF DAYS!!! HOMICIDAL INTENT!!! THE SINISTER MACHINATIONS OF THE SHADOW-MAYOR OF WHEAT!!!

#twofaced jewel #tfj log

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I came for Baranski, I stayed for Baranski - a quick Christmas On The Square review someone* actually asked for

(* thank you, anon)

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional of any sorts when it comes to film and I'm not a journalist either. The last movie review I've written was probably for a school assignment in eighth grade. I didn't do research for this and I've watched the movie exactly one time, so this is just for fun.

It was a Sunday, Sunday the 22nd of November, nearing the end of the train wreck of a year that is 2020. I woke up on an air mattress around seven am, my head aching, my throat itching with pyrosis and light nausea, it was still dark outside behind the closed blinds in front of the windows, when I slowly realised where I was, one of my best girlfriends sleeping next to me in her bed. I had crashed at her place after a warm, fuzzy evening of mulled wine, tacky Christmas movies I would never watch alone (Christmas Chronicles and Holiday Calendar, which I quite honestly didn't enjoy at all, but the company made it fun anyway), doing our nails, wearing the fun kind of face masks for a change and smoking too many cigarettes, as the soft pain in my head informed me right now. She woke up an hour later and the morning went by with coffee and reheated pizza for breakfast, when we decided to watch another movie and I realised that it was THE Sunday I'd been waiting for through Zoom interviews and Dolly Parton twitter memes and the infamous wig gate that will be briefly discussed in the following, and so we clicked on the small icon in the Netflix menu that said "Christmas On The Square".

And oh boy, was it a ride.

To start off, I should mention that I have a hard time watching most modern day American Christmas movies, as I noticed quite vividly again when I watched the two aforementioned Netflix productions last night. The character development is always foreseeable to say the least, the plot lines are plain clichés hunting each other like they're the kids in The Hunger Games, and the writing is generally so bad that you can join the actors in reciting the entire scripts on your first watch. I watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas once a year while I'm gift wrapping and pause every fifteen minutes to shamelessly stare at forties Christine Baranski (I think we should all turn away from the birth of Jesus and instead count our years based on Christine Baranski's date of birth) in flamboyant nightgowns and short Christmas themed dresses, looking so fabulous that every interpreter of Santa Baby ever could only dream of it, I watch Love Actually at least five times a year to lust over Hugh Grant, cry with Emma Thompson and miss Alan Rickman, I enjoy Bridget Jones, which I would definitely consider a Christmas movie, and that's it. That's my yearly Christmas time entertainment routine and I can barely tolerate anything beyond, because I'm still traumatised from the time when I was around five years old and on a holiday family visit where had to sit through National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, the dumbest movie I have ever seen (my apologies if you like it but also, who hurt you?), with my cousins. I hated it. I hated every minute of it. And it scarred me for life.

But this was a Christine Baranski movie, I knew she was going to play the lead and so I was pretty much as excited about this as I could. And the fact that Dolly Parton wrote the whole thing didn't hurt either. As I said earlier to my friend I was watching it with, I have the pop cultural taste of a fifty year old gay man, a quality I am most proud of, and this simply ticked off all my boxes.

I expected something similar to a Mamma Mia experience that wouldn't cause me to crave packing my bags, give Covid the finger and run off to Greece. Light-hearted entertainment, easy to stomach, uplifting music and so little plot that the simplicity feels like a creative choice. That's what my pained, hungover brain knew it could cope with and that's not what I got.

The movie started and I was immediately in the zone. I saw Christine Baranski's name in the front credits (an experience that never fails to make me scream "Yass Queen" at the screen, regardless of where I am and who I'm with, as if I'm the sobering result that pops out of the package when you order Jonathan Van Ness on Wish), the setting was wonderfully corny (I grew up watching Gilmore Girls once a week, so give me warm fairy lights and a gazebo and I'm perfectly happy) and as my friend wondered whether Dolly Parton, in her exaggerated homeless attire that didn't make her look shabby at all, was green-screened into the setting because she stood out so much (which she was because the background dancers were dancing in slow motion, but to be fair, we were probably still a little too drunk to notice that from the start) and I told her I thought that it was just the natural glow someone who's Dolly Parton simply carries with them everywhere they go, I was happy. This was the movie I was prepared for. A movie in which the most problematic thing would be stereotypical characters and the wig they hid Christine's real, flawlessly handmade by God herself hair under.

And then, around five minutes in, Christine Baranski's childhood love interest was revealed as she pressed her perfect pointy nose against the window of his shop and sang about her unrequited love.

And suddenly, things started taking turns at a pace I was still way too sleep-deprived for.

Suddenly, in the middle of my general amazement at seeing Christine Baranski do literally anything and laughing loud at her impeccable comedic delivery, there were unresolved daddy issues, hanging prominently at the wall in her marvellously designed house (she literally says "Daddy" at one point and I couldn't help but think that only someone with her vocal skills could keep from making it sound cringe-worthily kinky). One moment, I was clutching my chest above my heart while she was bonding with little bartender Violet and munching on pretzels while downing some whiskey in that elegant way only Christine Baranski can bond with ten year olds who had it rough, eat pretzels and down whiskey, and the next she felt responsible for said girl's mother's death (which she kinda was too, but I'm not the boss of her). I was still busy making fun of how the very annoyingly, but when you're snacking on pizza with extra cheese at nine in the morning also highly funny, slow talking pastor's name was Christian, and suddenly there was a cancer scare.

It was a lot, a hasty sprint from major issue to major issue with a hint of comedic relief every now and then, and it didn't get any less until the very, rather poorly resolved, end.

The entire, constant up and down was followed by the movie's peak of suspense, the near death of precious Violet, something I couldn't even get too invested in because I was still so busy worrying about Christine's MRT results (I was truly fucking worried), not to mention that I hadn't even started to really process the sudden revelation of the love child and how it had affected her character's actions until this point. Was her constant tendency of pushing people away, as we've seen most clearly with her angel in training assistant who's name I cannot recall right now, the result of her broken trust in her father who practically ripped her son away from her after she had just given birth to him? Was it a result of her never getting the closure she needed with plaid flannel wearing Carl she was clearly still in love with? Maybe both? And what of the many issues was it that made her so incredibly shaken up when Violet blamed herself for her mother's death? Was it 'just' due to the fact that the closed pharmacy was on her, or was there more to it? Was it because she had grown up without a mother herself? Or did I miss a major piece of information because I was momentarily distracted, dumbfoundedly staring at Christine's very blue eyes? No time to ponder on that, little Silverinia, because here comes unconscious Violet in an ambulance, WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!

I'm not going to go in depth about what plot lines I thought were especially carelessly handled and why, real standouts were the sudden forgiveness towards her father who had still acted like a shitty asshole even though he might have had his reasons, because giving the baby up for adoption just wasn't his choice to make, and the fact that I kind of didn't buy how quickly Regina managed to forgive herself, especially for Violet's mother's passing, considering how deeply her tall, slim, dare I say angelic and entrancing figure was buried beneath the weight of all her issues. It felt rushed and incomplete, but that's as detailed as it gets because my major point is something else.

I think this movie made the great mistake of trying to be more than your average, flat, happy ending Christmas movie. I think no one involved thought it was possible to make it a big hit if the only real plot would've been great Dolly Parton music, fun ensemble dance choreographies, Christine Baranski's outstanding acting skills, fun settings and costumes and a redemption arch with as little plot as it could possibly take to make Christine likable to those who aren't already lost forever in the rabbit hole of being obsessed with her (poor fuckers, can't relate). They didn't notice that with the legends that were involved, they could've easily gone the Mamma Mia way. And I think that's why they tried to include heavier plot lines than most creators would've chosen, experiencing loss at an early age, struggling to find closure, dealing with sickness, teenage pregnancy, parents forcing their choices on their children when they affect their childrens' lives first, adoption, and the fear of losing your kid.

It was a lot and I don't want to say that it didn't work because my friend was crying, like, pretty hard and I questioned my entire existence all through the movie in not the worst way, and I did enjoy it a lot while watching. The "grief is love with nowhere to go" line was a real standout, for example, where the attempt of complexity DID work. It positively gave me fleabag season two, "I don't know what to do with it now, with all the love I have for her." - "I'll take it. It sounds lovely. You have to give it to me." feels, and that's about the biggest praise I can come up with. BUT (and this is written in capital letters because it's the big but) I'm also totally convinced that I wouldn't have enjoyed it if they hadn't cast Christine Baranski for the lead role. In my humble opinion, the hasty, not really at all resolved plot of this movie only worked because Christine Baranski is just a fantastic actress. She quirks a mocking eyebrow and you laugh. She parts her perfectly painted red lips and you immediately hang on them because you don't want to miss a single breath she, a literal goddess, graces us mere peasants of people with. She smiles and you're happy. She laughs and even while she's still laughing, you can't wait to hear her do it again. Her eyes fill with tears and you feel goosebumps on your arms, her voice slightly trembles, a breath hitches in her throat and you feel your heart shattering to pieces. As Chuck Lorre once said, this woman could read you the phone book and you would end up laughing tears because she just gets the job done. She knows what she's doing, she's an absolute pro in her game, and it doesn't matter, not even a little bit, what she's working with, because the work she eventually delivers with it is always at a minimum of 200%. I forced my friend to watch this movie with me because I adore this woman, and I felt for this movie because I felt for her. It wasn't the plot that sadly brutally overestimated itself, it wasn't the songs that I obviously enjoyed, nor the comedic elements that truly made me laugh a lot, it was all her. I came for Baranski, and I stayed for Baranski. This woman can do anything. She can even look graceful in a terrible wig job.

(side note / unpopular opinion: I actually didn't think the wig was all too bad. It wasn't good, actually far from good, but for me, nothing can match the awful wig game of Mamma Mia 2. I loathed that wig, I absolutely cannot stand it. So this didn't feel all that terrible. It definitely wasn't the most problematic part about the movie.)

I enjoyed watching this. It was a nice distraction from all the bullshit in the world. Watching it today was the first thing this year that actually brought me something close to excitement about the holiday season, even though everything will be very different and probably not quite as jolly this year. But it just gave me good vibes and as someone who did not watch this as a film reviewer, that's the biggest part of what leads me to enjoy a movie.

Will I watch this again? For sure. Will I enjoy it when I'm not hungover, having freshly done nails and munching delicious pizza for breakfast? Probably not as much, but it'll still have Christine Baranski in it. Would I recommend watching this? If you share my obsession with Queen B, one hundo. If you don't, probably not.

#Christine Baranski #Christmas On The Square #dolly parton #shitty movie reviews by yours truly

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RWBY Random Rant #2!

What villain is the best? (Cinder vs Roman)

Second rant everyone! This one may be a bit longer than the first, so if you don't have time but find this interesting, then I suggest reading this later. If you have infinite time on your hands and your board, then this might help depending on your interests. So let's jump into today's rant!

So, the world of Remnant is a big place. There, you'll find friendly people, weird people, mean people, and people who are just flat out crazy. But today, we're looking at a certain group of people: Villains. Now before we jump in to the blender of craziness, this post is an analysis that can be used for predictions and plot lines. I may be wrong, but I'm writing this off of what I know.

Anyways... Let's start with the basic question, What IS a villain? A villain (or for the more technical term: antagonist) is a character who is trying to stop the hero (or protagonist) from accomplishing his or her goal. Either this, or they're trying to get something and the hero is trying to stop them because what the villain wants is wrong. This is the loosest definition, so you can imagine that this goes way deeper than you think.

There are some things that you need to ask and have answered before you confirm who is the villain in a story. Some of which includes the following:

Who is this guy? (Basic background)

Why is he or she interested in this scenario? (Could this benefit to their cause?)

Why are they doing this? (If so, then why?)

So if we take this and try and apply it to the "villain" we can tell if this is a VILLAIN. Another important thing to note is the quality of the character. What sort of events cause the villain to act like this, and why?

Well, when we're talking RWBY, then villains come in different shapes and sizes. Some villains are immature, and others have experienced enough pain and defeat to know exactly what will work to achieve their goal and/or stop the hero. Then you have the peeps in the middle who aren't as overwhelming as the big baddie, but have enough common sense to know what's going on, what needs to be done, and why they're doing it.

So I'mma gonna start at the bottom of the rainbow and work my way up to the best colors. I'll also be rating these characters on a scale of one to ten. I won't do everyone. Let's start with the entire fandom's LEAST favorite character.

Cinder Fall

Stars: 0/10

Now if I was a writer for the show, I think the most interesting thing that could happen to Cinder is if she just dropped dead. That's how bad she. Literally. Now, what makes her so disgusting? There are two answers.

She did horrible things. Like hacking the communication towers (With help from Watts, of course), making the people at the Vytal Festival Tournament doubt the leaders of Vale, and, to top it off, KILLED Pyrrah and Ozpin.

But these are the actions a normal villain would do, so what really makes her Terrible? The second answer has the reason.

2. She's a poorly written character with a lack of depth are perception.

I have no idea what made the writers want to make Cinder a hated character, but whatever did worked really well. Honestly, it's like Roosterteeth did the opposite of what Disney did to Cinderella. But when I say she lacks depth, I mean there is nothing that makes her character any good. She's also one of the biggest mysteries in the show, and I don't mean that in a good way. Here are some of the questions that I often ask about her:

Why does she want power?

Does she want to rule the world?

Why does she wear an outfit that's guaranteed to help her freeze to death?

Does she want to kill Salem?

Why doesn't she learn from her mistakes?

WHY THE HECK DOES SHE EVEN EXIST?!?!?!

Well, after some examination, I found out something shocking. She is just a plot device. She may talk and act evil, but in reality, she's just there so that the characters have something to worry about. She has nothing that makes her good, or relatable. To add to that, she's like the Grimm, all she does is attack and kill and if she loses, she DOESN'T reflect on her actions, and she DOESN'T try to fix her mistakes. She just goes back into the fight with the same strategy as before. If the main protagonists studied Cinder's basic movement, then they would be able to take her down, no doubt.

Can Cinder be saved? The answer is no. I bet that, judging from the road she's going down, her strategy will be her ultimate end.

Hazel Rainheart

(I may have spelled his name wrong. Sorry.😁)

Stars: 2/10 ☆☆

Now Hazel is a bit more interesting. Unlike Cinder, he has a reason he's on the side he is now, but like everyone, he has his flaws. He lets his anger get the better of him, and he's quick to judge. But the real reason why he's not so good is because of his reasoning. His sister died on a training mission because SHE chose to become a huntress. But Hazel takes all of his anger out on Oscar and Ozpin just because he (Ozpin) was the headmaster of Beacon, and let her into the school in the first place.

And I gotta say, this reasoning is understandable, but it's still dumb.

But there is something that makes Hazel a huge threat to the heros: his semblance of pain nullification. This gives him the ability to block out pain. And I kinda get where it comes from.

When his sister died, he was broken. She was probably the only family Hazel had, and when she was killed, he wanted to block out the emptiness, the grief, the pain. Thus his semblance was unlocked and he could no longer feel pain. This ability is probably how his aura charges up so quickly. If pain can block aura from charging, then he has the tools to be a force to be reckoned with. The only downside is that just because he can't feel pain doesn't mean that he's not hurt.

Can Hazel be saved? Maybe. But if he goes on a redemption arch, then he will probably die. But that doesn't mean that he's a lost cause. There's still plenty of things that can be added to Hazel's character to make it better. But at the present, he could be better.

Adam Taurus

Stars 2/10 ☆☆

This character is relatively horrible. In fact, he's worse than Hazel!

But the thing is, he's like Hazel in a special way: he has a tragic past. Certain events that wreck a kid's childhood can scar them for life. Adam was discriminated for his faunus traits, and this set him on a path of revenge that would be his bitter end.

He was a threat, but small compared to the real one. His semblance made him very dangerous, but it also makes sense. To be more specific, his semblance is, what I like to call, absorption of impact (or for the EruptionFang version, moon slice). This gives him the ability to absorb any damage done by the enemy into his blade, then release it back at a more powerful rate. This can cause devastating damage to both the enemy and the environment. As for why he had this semblance is pretty basic once you think about it.

Adam desired to get back at those who mistreated him. He wanted them to feel his pain, but a lot more extreme. He wanted them to feel what he felt, but worse.

Adam had a lot of potential, but, well when you get stabbed in the back, it's not easy to get back at your enemies. Over all in terms of writing, the thing that would've made him better was a better understanding of what he went through.

Tyrian Callows

Stars 4/10 ☆☆☆☆

If Adam wasn't crazy enough for you, then Tyrian's your go to guy.

I think that Tyrian is insane enough to join Salem, but has enough sense to know how to kill. He's kinda tough to figure out, but thanks to some much needed information in Volume 7, we now know a bit about Tyrian's past.

Tyrian was a mad man killer on the continent of Anima but was captured. He was then rescued by Salem and her Grimm. Since he's mad he owed his life to her ever since.

He's mad, so there's no bad excuse. And to add to that, he is flat down dangerous. His semblance is the ability to cut through aura, making him a hard to beat.

Can Tyrian be saved? Not really. The only way to kill him is for someone to fall victim to him while another strikes the killing blow.

Doctor Aurthor Watts

Stars: 5/10 ☆☆☆☆☆

Alright. Here we go!

Watts is very interesting. That's saying alot. Now that we have more information on him, it's easier to see why he wants to screwer Ironwood.

He was an Atlasian scientist who went against Pietro in the effort to make something great for Atlas. While Watts helped write the Atlas security code, Pietro found that the best inspiration is found inside. That was were Penny was created. Watts was disgraced and faked his death. Then Salem found him and he joined her group to get both revenge on Ironwood and respect from Atlas. Though he is clearly unaware of what Salem's true plans are.

He is a wiz when it comes to technology. Besides that, I believe he has some experience with combat. His semblance could have something to do with technology, but we're still figuring that out.

Can Watts be saved? Writing wise, maybe we can get more details about Watts in the final episodes. He's not a lost cause when it comes being a more interesting villain.

Story wise though? He's a dead man.

Salem

Stars: 6/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Yes, I didn't save her for until the end.😼

Now from the writer's point of view, Salem's backstory has been completely fleshed out. It's pretty complicated so I won't go into details. But from that alone, Salem's actons make sense. As a prisoner of life, she yearns to be free. She wants to die. And she believes that the only way to do this is to divide humanity and summon the gods in there darkest hour. Then the gods destroy the world and Salem is free. She doesn't care about the people she is hurting. She hates humanity and wants to destroy everything. But above all, she wants to get permanent revenge on her ex Ozma (or Ozpin or Oscar). She wants him to die and stay dead when millennia ago she made great sacrifices to try bringing him back from the dead.

Now she has nothing to show for it except endless years of war, hatred, and suffering. There is some relation that one can have with Salem. If anyone who is reading this tried to do something for someone you cared about, but got nothing to show for it in return, then that's what Salem would be feeling. And this has caused her to spiral into madness. She is the purest definition of crazy.

Can Salem be saved? It depends at this point. Story wise, most likely not.

Emerald and Mercury!

Stars for them both 7/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

These two are going to be paired in honor of their beloved ship: Emercury.

Both characters have tragic pasts, so that gives them some common ground, but both are looking for something different. Emerald is looking for love, the one thing that she never had in her entire life. Mercury is looking for a purpose in life, a way to make himself Worthy of greatness. He claims that Cinder recruiting him was just destiny.

Both of these peeps are incredibly good at what they do. Both can fight better than the members of team CFVY.

Emerald's semblance is Perception manipulation, which makes perfect sense in her case. In a very special case, her semblance is similar to Adam's. She wants others to see what she sees, Emerald wants people to see how alone she is, and just how much she needs family. Her semblance is an incarnation of her desire. And she uses it to make people see what she wants them to see.

Mercury's semblance is currently unknown at this time. But we do know that his semblance was stolen by his father. After killing him, Mercury probably got his semblance back, but lives under the illusion that it's still gone.

Mercury grew up in an abusive household, under the guard of a murderer. He was tortured everyday by his father.

Emerald grew up on the streets.

Basically, these characters are well written, and both have great potential as well. There's even some hope of a redemption Arch for these two, and possibly some romance.

Can Emerald and Mercury be saved? Writing wise, yes. More trauma and info can definitely help. Story wise? Hopefully, yes.

Roman Torchwick

Stars: 9/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Time for the classics!

This charming young schemer has been the first character in the actual show. Fans everywhere love him, and will often mark him as the best villain. Honestly, I have nothing against it. But for the sake of this post, let's break down this lovely character and examine his awesomeness.

Roman's origin is currently unknown, but maybe we'll get some light cast on it with Neo's backstory as well. Many believe that he is somehow connected to Brunswick Farms, and it's still a possibility that has yet to be ruled out.

Roman is a good fighter and a master mind behind the underground crime rings of Vale. By himself, he is a relatively good fighter. Though his semblance has yet to be determined, he has his own Roman candle.

Another aspect of this character that won the hearts of fans is his charming personality. I mean, who can blame him? Though his death was sudden, and unfair, his handsome face will live on in the hearts of many.

Neo Politan

Stars: 10/10⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The star of the show, folks!

Neo made her big enterence in Volume 2 episode 4 Painting the Town, and ever since has been one of the most popular characters in the entire show. If you break down Neo's character based on what we know, then it's actually really interesting. Let's scoop ice cream!

Neo's backstory is unknown, but we're hoping to have some light shed on the subject. Based off of the song "One Thing", we can tell that Neo's backstory is tragic in some way. She lost everything except for Roman. And she is willing to fight to protect Roman from the death. How do I know?

Her semblance is called illusions by many, but Unicorn of War calls it Mirrors, which I think is the most accurate. Her semblance gives her the ability to reflect her opponent's attacks upon themselves, and she can change her appearance right down to her hair and eye color.

What does any of this have to do with protecting Roman? She will use Any means necessary to protect what little she has left, and to her, that one thing is enough. She Will change her identity as many times as possible, and she often gets away with it. But she is so fierce in protecting that during a fight, any pain that the enemy can dish out to her dumdum would make her determined to kick her opponent's butt. She would give them a taste of their own medicine and literally reflect their attacks upon themselves.

She is a reflection of protection. And like that reflection she represents, she says not a word, but shows people how exactly they can hurt the one she loves.

After Roman's death, Neo Politan is determined to reflect her loves justice upon the true enemies. If you can't face yourself, then you can't face Neo.

So, there you have it, villains everywhere.

Be sure to reblog if you found this interesting!

If you have questions, then ask away!😁

#RWBY Random Rant #RWBY #rwby villains #cinder fall #hazel #rwby tyrian #tyrian callows #doc. Watts #Salem #rwby salem #more historical data that doctor oobleck would faint if he saw it all #emerald #Mercury #Roman #neo politan

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henry-booers · 6 years

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Can you do a belch Huggins imagine where the reader is a photographer and they come up to them at school to ask if they can borrow his car for a photoshoot that they're doing and when they're done shooting they show belch the pictures and he's really proud of them and is really smitten by them? Thank you ❤️

You were apart of the school paper, this was your passion, and your only hobby. You loved catching people in their moment, the moments where they are at ease, the moments where they become the purest parts of themselves. The one thing you can catch the most is that point in someone’s day where they feel nothing but sweet content and bittersweet fantasy of their own passions and being themselves when they think no one is watching. You have pictures of your writer friend typing at her laptop, she had her eyes fixed on the keyboard, soft, content, and overall in pure self-ecstasy. One picture you cherish is one of your sibling, coloring in her favorite coloring book and she’s so happy and ecstatic with her new colored pencils. Though today was different than what you were used to, the school paper needed information on the mechanic’s course and they only knew one kid with the most experience and the nicest car in the town.

Reggie Huggins, or what his friends call him, Belch. He had one of the nicest cars in the school, he treats it like his firstborn and takes such good care of it. Sometimes you’ve caught him working maintenance on the machine after school. You didn’t drive quite yet, but you genuinely have a love for looking at cars and you knew a pretty one when you saw one. The type of pretty where the paint is only just chipping away and the tires have seen some miles and need a change. His car drove around him and his friends, the one thing you could use for your passion of catching the moment of someones, one true love. The thing that keeps them alive as themselves. Belch definitely took pride in his car and everything he does for it. This car had years of him and his friends, him and his family.

This was your chance to see the years of scars and memories the car has and the owner of it. Belch was outside with his gang, just chatting but made eye contact with you. You held your expensive camera nervously in front of your chest, running your fingers along the buttons. You smile kindly at the lot of them and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hi! I’m the photographer for the school paper, I know you aren’t in the mechanics class but we are doing an article involving the class with their graduates and the changes they have made to make the class more honorable. You are the most talented and one of their early graduates and your car is a prime example of your talents, we were wondering if we could take a couple photos with you and your friends and your car.” You inform very thoroughly, the boys all look to their friend who owned the car who smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He found your forward and very open attitude cute.

“Sure, don’t mind at all, maybe she will get the fame she craves.” He responds, and Henry shrugs in agreement and Patrick grunts. Vic doesn’t care, he was flipping through a book for one of his AP classes.

“Oh shoot! I didn’t think it would be this easy! Thank you so much.” He gives a deep ‘no problem’ and gives you a time after school so you can take pictures of them riding in the car, though at the moment you could take pictures. You would circle the car, looking for the perfect spots, clicking three times in each spot for variety. Belch even helped you take a birds-eye view one by picking you up a bit to tower over the contraption. The boys all stayed silent, they usually didn’t mess with something that happened with Belch, he deserved a lot with how sweet he actually is. You didn’t know much about him but he was quiet and seemed like a very good friend to have, but he lets you get drunk at party’s and do dumb shit and only takes you home when you’re flat on your face blacked out.

After school, you took the pictures you needed and the inside was all you needed to make your day, you may even make a collage out of these pictures for the significance and the stories behind every dent and mark on the inside was one for a children book on friendship. The only people who dwell the most in this car was the boys, and you can see every bit of their friendship from when belch got this car, to getting to drive it, to getting his license. There was an old rock stuck in a crevice, Henry put it there in a bored moment, getting his ass ripped open by Belch. Patrick had left a barbie in the back seat, and it had melted into the floor. There was a coffee stain in the front seat from Vic, on a morning that Vic had a big early project and he was running late, Belch went to pick him up and he tripped, the coffee getting all over the passenger seat. He got off simple with that because of how scattered Vic seemed to be. The more stories they told the more pictures you took. Their passion for each other wasn’t only written in their words but also their faces, their emotions, their body language all screamed love and adoration. The nostalgia was unexpected from this type of group. Henry enjoyed stories about the group itself, Belch liked speaking about Vic in particular, Patrick would speak of himself, and Vic would only agree with details and laugh loudly at good memories that were brought to him.

The next day you had worked to printing every picture you had taken in random sizes and random filters and glows and frames. You set them all out on the table. Moving to the next day, the newspaper club looking over them and using the best ones you had taken but every single picture had story, character, emotion, and you had never given any kind of presentation like this before. You got to work on a collage immediately. You carefully cut and pasted everything you could, every moment and every ounce of feeling from this simple drive onto one poster and framed it. This was special to you because you never knew this side of them until now. All you heard them to be was bullies, evil, plotting to end the world or summon the devil. These pictures showed the soft sides, Patrick made up in dark sharps but even he had a soft dull edge to his knife in these pictures. The ones with you were taken by Henry, then Patrick, Belch seemed the most relaxed, he seemed so happy and so calm in his car with all of his friends getting along and listening to the things he sees when he dreams.

One day after you made sure every inch of your project had been framed and hanged in the art room in your little corner of work. You brought Belch down to the room to show him the pictures. He had a free period so he agreed easily, actually excited at the thought of seeing his moments caught in one frame. When you led him to the collage he wasn’t expecting so much effort to be put into him and his friends. The pictures were diffidently like dreams he has had late at night, and the memories he would think back on in a daydream. It was like swimming through clear water once he got through the mud and shit he usually wallowed through in this harsh reality. You had created his fantasy, and this was more than what he expected from someone he just met. You offered him the framed piece, and he didn’t waste any time in saying yes.

He took this art home, hung it up over his work desk, and now every morning when he got up he would see these moments that made him smile, the moments that put him at ease on those particular days of harsh fog. He called you, asking if you wanted to take pictures on a night when his mother didn’t have work, so you two could just have fun and you could get more content for your art, maybe even go on a long drive out of town. You agreed in confusion but excitement, there was nothing more fun than a road trip, and you suggested he brought the boys for the trip, not because you didn’t want to be alone, but you felt the memories would be much more cherish-able if he brought everyone that he loved.

#Belch huggins #reggie huggins #bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #victor criss #IT (2017)#My writing #mine

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t3hwh1t3p4nth3r · 7 years

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Hello! Would you be willing to jot down some Dramione headcanons? They're two intelligent individuals who I really ship together.

Draco had always thought that Hermione had a special cuteness about her, even though she was far from what he’d been raised to think of as the standard.

This mentality shifted to a full on crush after third year. He felt like a fool at the time when she hit him, but he also found it really attractive. Because no one had ever done anything like that before.

Draco lives for competition. He gets the athletic competition from Quidditch, particularly with Harry. But it’s the mental competition with Hermione throughout their school career that he really enjoys.

It always pisses him off when Hermione barely beats him in grades. He would so much rather have lost by a huge margin than by a point. In anything.

It also pushes him to work harder, though.

This follows them in their relationship throughout their lives.

They worked together at the ministry for a few years and always tried to find subtle ways to one up each other.

Without all the hostility that they had towards each other in school, they find that they actually really like one another’s company.

They both appreciate having someone at the office that they can have an intellectually stimulating conversation with. Everyone else just seems to gossip or make small talk, not really saying anything of importance.

Hermione is the first to ask if Draco would like to go out and get a drink after work one night.

Draco agreed almost instinctively. He had been wanting to ask her the same thing, but wasn’t sure where they really stood, so he decided to wait.

It became really common after that for them to go out, either for drinks or dinner or lunch. It didn’t matter.

Draco kissed Hermione first. He did it at work, when Hermione was getting into one of the elevators. He had blushed a little afterward, as he’s not usually one to act without thinking. She had just beamed at him as the grate closed before the elevator took off.

Their conversation of “what are we?” was super simple. “So, we’re dating now, yeah?” “Obviously.”

Ron was very not okay with it for a while. Harry wasn’t particularly against it, but he was mostly confused by it. Both of them did threaten Draco, saying if he ever did anything to hurt Hermione they would basically castrate him.

He had no intentions of hurting Hermione, so he wasn’t too worried. Even so, he was still wary around the two of them for the first month or so.

They debate ALL THE TIME! It’s actually a pretty good turn on for both of them, especially when the arguments on both sides are REALLY good.

Hermione insists on muggle movie marathons when they don’t have to work. Draco was really unsure at first, but he loves it.

They theorize while they watch. Hermione stays quiet and just listens to Draco when it’s a movie that she has seen. Otherwise, though, they’re the “annoying” people that just chat the whole time. (I am also one of those people…)

They like to travel and they are adventurous eaters. Hermione slightly more so than Draco. They went to China and did try scorpions, though Draco took a lot longer to work up to his. He almost screamed after trying it. It’s mostly wrapping his head around the thought of WHAT he’s eating that trips Draco up. He does not do bugs very well at all.

They love learning languages. It’s not uncommon for them to just suddenly start speaking in a different language. It confuses company frequently, but they’re all used to it.

Doing the whole “meet the parents” bit was interesting on both fronts. Narcissa and Lucius weren’t overly excited, but Draco did persuade them in private that she was not only a witch but the “brightest witch of her age”. He also brought up the point that maybe the “old ways” were dying out for a reason. Maybe they were wrong. With the Grangers (because they got their memories back. no one will convince me of anything else) it went something like this: “Its nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Granger. My name is Draco Malfoy” *dad, shaking Draco’s hand* “Oh! So you’re the “git” we heard so much about while Hermione was at school.” *Draco simply gives a slightly awkward laugh and nods with a quiet “yup…”*

They spend Sundays quietly, staying in their pajamas. They tend to just float around their flat, reading and drinking tea.

Both of them actually end up getting glasses. And both of them love the other in them.

They both sort of give off the “sexy librarian” vibe when they wear them.

Hermione always rocks the messy bun when they’re working at home.

Draco almost always takes advantage of the fact that it exposes her neck.

They know what the other enjoys reading and they do have quite a bit of crossover.

Random “just because” gifts of books ALL THE TIME.

They have bookshelves in just about every room, but there are still books stacked on counters and tables and such.

When they lay in bed talking, Hermione will absentmindedly trace her fingers over the Dark Mark and Draco does the same with her “mudblood” scar.

Draco kisses this scar tenderly a LOT. It’s usually followed by light kisses to her hand/fingers.

Hermione gets frustrated when they go shopping because Draco is honestly no help. He can never help her decide between outfits she has tried on because he thinks she looks stunning in both. Hermione is just as unhelpful for basically the same reason when Draco tries things on.

Getting him to wear jeans was one of Hermione’s proudest victories. (And the world thanks her for it. ;D )

Between the two of them, Draco is the bigger sap.

Draco was able to convince Hermione to just try lingerie, using her go to argument of “How do you know if you like it or not if you won’t try it?”

Draco is still convinced that, on that day, his face discovered a brand new shade of red.

Hermione only breaks it out for special occasions. Though she also gets tempted to bring it out when they debate sometimes, knowing that she’ll win the argument right then and there.

(Again, like Drarry, I could go on for miles. So I’m going to cut it off here for now)

#draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #dramione #headcannons #how did they get together #domestic #ask

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rfassholes · 7 years

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"i don’t appreciate the fact that voluptuous bodies are praised only if there’s skinny arms, a flat stomach and a chiselled face but you want thick thighs, a big bum and breasts. but you also don’t want stretch marks, cellulite, scars. like how do you think bodies work" -marimopet. I think they're right, how about a headcanon of an insecure chubby mc that really likes to cover her body and is really insecure about being naked in front of them? (RFA+V+Saeran) Thanks! :D

Hecking darn, I’m so sorry that this took me so long. Please let me know if you’d like me to change anything. Also I’m 80% sure the formatting off on this, but I’ll be glad to change it in the future. Again, sorry for making you wait and much love!

Yoosung:

He was coming back from an outing with some campus friends when he saw you looking over yourself in the mirror

You looked slightly disgusted with your stomach and kept poking at your thighs

Your nose wrinkled a bit seeing them wiggle a little bit

Yoosung was really very confused so he called out your name

Jumping a bit, you turned towards him and apologized

“Nonononono, MC! Don’t say sorry! You didn’t do anything wrong!” he nearly yelled worriedly while hanging up his coat

After he settled in, he practically ran to you in your room while you were hurriedly adjusting your clothing

“Why do you have look on your face?” “’Cause my thighs are really jiggly” “But you looked mad at yourself” “Well, yeah, I don’t like them all that much, Yoosung”

This boy was d e v a s t a t e d

He pretty much threw himself on you to hug you

“But MCCCCC, you’re not allowed to not like them. You’re really really cute, and so are your thighs!”

From that day forwards, he would give you compliments on how you looked in outfits

8/8 would lay on you because you were “comfy and safe”

Never ever would pressure you to wear other things but would encourage you to like yourself a bit more

“C’mon, MC, if you don’t like the squish, then what kind of person are you? Squoosh is good. Squoosh is safe”

Would attempt to fight anyone that body shamed

May’ve tried to deck a fuckboy

dAMMIT, YOOSUNG

“Okay, how would you feel if I didn’t like my body?” “Yoosung, that’s completely different” “Nuh-uh!” “Fine, then I’d always tell you that your perfect, ‘cause you are” “See?” “Plus, if you thought you looked bad, then how should I feel about myself?” “Nope! That’s counterproductive!” “Then I’d always make sure that you know I love you and how you look” “Do you see now? That’s what I’m trying to do!”

Constantly would give really cute pep talks if you needed it

No pressure if you didn’t want to wear something, but he’d make sure to tell you you were stunning

Zen:

Okay, when you were ever in public with this boy, he noticed you were a little anxious

He tried to ask about it but you always deflected it so he backed off

There was one day where he came home later from rehearsals and you were sitting on the bed scrolling through some comment section of one of his fanpages

Zen was worried considering your facial expression that looked like a mixture of sadness and something else he couldn’t place

You, on the other hand, were trying to laugh it off in your head

I mean, you were already struggling with self-image issues and you could laugh those off

These were different, though. They had usernames and pictures along with a few anonymous people

It felt like you were on display in some exhibit where people came to point and laugh

After he showered and you were still looking concerned while reading on your phone, he dramatically fell next to you on the bed

You brushed off anything he tried to ask so he went on the messenger to see if anyone had anything to say

It clicked with him once he saw that Jaehee was ranting about how rude some people were being on some fan blogs

“Hey, MC?” “Hmm? “Y’know you’re really beautiful, right?”

You laughed a bit in response to that then stopped realizing that he probably wouldn’t like you finding humor in that

“I’m serious, you know. I’ve seen a lot of people through my career, but you take the cake,” “Hyun, have you seen my arms?” “Yeah, and they’re amazing!” “What about my stomach?” “A masterpiece!” “And my chins?” “Fit to be in a museum!”

Shaking your head, you wondered how you could wind up in a relationship with him and leaned over towards him

“You’re funny.” “But it’s all true! My princess is gorgeous” “Obviously not, considering what people say” “Yeah, well, screw those people. They probably have no joy in their lives. They probably think about dead puppies. Not everybody finds everybody attractive, too. There’s people who don’t think I’m hot as hell”

You fake gasped and he started laughing, no giggling

shit, this was cute

The next day, he came out with a press release saying how much he loved you and that if anyone were to harass you and call themselves a fan, they could call themselves banned from anything and everything he could get them kicked out from

Any time he could, he would tell you how good you look

Would proudly say that he’s “MC’s boyfriend” and no security detail or workers would know you as “Zen’s partner” nope, you were MC, the partner of Zen

He would ask you before buying you any clothing he thought would look good

Would slap your ass if you said it was fine

Would also ask before he took any clothing off by tapping it

Everyone who needs reassurance needs a Zen

Because we all know he’s a fucker that’s into body worship

Jaehee:

You visited her at work and were currently spinning around in a desk chair

When you were waiting for her to finish a meeting before you could see her, you accidentally took a magazine from the lobby

Jaehee was typing while you were flipping through it, waiting for her to go on her lunch break

You made an offhand remark about comparing yourself to the models and she stopped working

Looking up at her, you asked if she was done but she nodded and stood up to walk over to you

“You’re as attractive as any of those models, so don’t you think otherwise for a second” “Jaehee, I was just-“ “Nope, if you’re going to say it’s normal, that just makes it worse. Who cares if you’ve got rolls or extra fat? Sure as hell isn’t me, so you shouldn’t either. You’re more adorable and hot than anyone I’ve known, so I’m saying that your data is incorrect.” “But-“ “No, no buts. You’re wrong”

Would stop you if you were going to make a remark towards yourself

She probably has not liked how she looked in the past

If I were her, I’d be fucking dONE with those boobs

So she wouldn’t let you fall into that trap either

Would ask you little questions each day about how were feeling

Understood if there was a day you just really couldn’t like yourself no matter how hard you tried

Always there to tell you that you looked great

Took random pictures of you and would send them to the messenger to say how great you look

Just really supportive and sweet

Would also help you with clothes shopping, especially if it was in the women’s section

Nobody knows what women’s sizes actually mean

Seven:

If you thought you could get away with the things you said, you were w r o n g

“Hah, same,” you said as you pointed to a can of biscuits that popped

(I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense. I was referencing the pressurized ones where dough will push out against the opening and look like body rolls)

“Hah, no,” he said as he went to hug you“I’m the only one that can make self-depreciating jokes around here, MC!”

Saeyoung already knew that you didn’t like how your body looked, but hey, he’s gonna try his best to make sure you didn’t

If you liked cuddling, he would always trace your stretchmarks because “They looked prettier than Elly!”

This shit was real if something was prettier than that cat

Would also smack your ass if he thought you looked better than usual if you said that it was okay

Also would stop working on something if he noticed you weren’t doing too well

Cheesy notes for you to find would be all around the bunker

He would get rid of anything that made you uncomfortable, too

Has hacked into social media accounts of people he thought were being douchebags to you

If he knew it was a bad day, he’d just hug you to let you know he was there

Jumin:

Being around a bunch of people who probably had multiple nutritionists drew attention to yourself if you had to attend any parties or business meals with him

You absentmindedly said something about it once you had both gotten home from a dinner party

Looking up to Jumin when he got quiet, you saw him with his head cocked to the side and a questioning look on his face

“But you’re far more beautiful than anyone there?” “Tch, I wish I was, Jumin. They’ve all the most expensive trainers and makeup artists to make them look far better than me.” “That’s the difference between them and you, MC. You don’t need anything like that to be stunning. I can get anything you’d like if it was something you enjoy. I could get all the best makeup for you if you were doing it for fun, not if you saw it as an improvement. You can’t improve perfection, my love.”

Realizing he was genuinely confused at how you could, you shook your head slightly

“MC? Is it alright? I didn’t think that you thought of yourself this way. It never crossed my mind, because I thought you were always more beautiful than anything or anyone else. You’re-you’re incredibly attractive, MC. I don’t understand why you compare yourself to them when you’re so much more gorgeous than they could ever be.”

Now, you were sniffling a little bit while noticing your eyes were about to spill over with tears

“Th-thank you, Jumin. That means a lot, really, it does. I always convince myself that you’d rather be with anyone else. I always thought you didn’t like how I looked with suggestions you made.” “MC, I’m so sorry that you thought that. I’d never be with anyone else, because they all pale in comparison. If you meant clothing I picked, I’ll make sure you pick most of it now. I just thought you always looked good in everything. “

From then on, you always woke up to a compliment either in person or part of a good morning text

All your clothing was to be perfectly tailored

He also made sure any department that needed models would have weight diversity

Also fired any employee that made comments towards you or anyone else that wasn’t standard-model skinny

V: (This’ll be one of the few I write that he’s blind in)

He came back from a meeting and was slightly confused to not hear you

You heard the door open, though, and tried to make yourself look presentable as you were crying quietly earlier

Even though Jihyun couldn’t see if your face was red, he could tell if you were off

Walking down the staircase to greet him, you were still clearing your throat and trying to wipe at your face

“MC? Are you alright? I wasn’t sure where you were.” “Yeah, it’s all okay. I was just in the room.” “Are you sure that you’re okay? You seem upset. I’m sorry if it was because I came back so late”

dAMMIT JIHYUN

“No, dear, it wasn’t your fault at all. I was just, well, I was kind of upset with how I look.” “But you’re very attractive?” “Jihyun, you can’t even see me.” “Yes, I can, just slightly, you know that. You’re really very good-looking, MC. I feel bad that you can’t see that in yourself. You have stunning eyes, and your cheeks are really soft and cute.”

You knew he was trying to help but sometimes you can’t think like that“Well, I’m still a fat ass.” “Fat doesn’t mean ugly. Fat just means you have more of a person to love.”After this conversation, you were pretty much dragged to the couch

Once you sat down, he practically fell on you

“Sorry! Sorry, I just meant to sit and then, yeah”

You laughed a bit as he moved a bit to still lay on you just more comfortably

“See, MC? More to love” “Yeah, but I don’t love it” “I really really wish you could, because I think it’s the best ever”

He was just trying to make you feel the best you could

After knowing you didn’t like how much weight you had, he tried his best to make you feel confident

Everything has its ups and downs, and he just wanted to make you feel as far up as possible

Okay, again, really very sorry for taking so long. I’ll fix anything that’s not good, and add stuff if I missed it. Bye, for now, nerds!

#mm headcanons #mm requests #yoosung kim #mystic messenger zen #jaehee kang #707 #saeyoung choi #v mystic messenger #jumin han

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