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shihalyfie · 3 years

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What's your opinion on how the Digital World is portrayed in the Adventure Reboot compared to the original? And if you have time, what's your opinion on each Digital World we're given in each season (Adventure/02, Tamers, Frontier, Savers, etc)?

I see the reboot's Digital World as being more like Frontier's and Xros Wars', where the cast spends most of its time in it for the duration of the series and we get to see the ins and outs of its society and lore. One thing the franchise generally tends to struggle with is how to balance the "Digimon null canon deepest lore" and "having some relevance to the 'digital' or 'technology'” aspects; I feel like Frontier/XW/the reboot are very strong in that former aspect, but not so much in the latter aspect. It's a kind of trade-off, so your mileage may vary on it, but the reboot's definitely been very diligent about showing off its null canon to fanservice degrees. That said, I do think that of the three, the one that had the strongest "digital" aspect to me is actually Frontier (due to the extensive use of DigiCode and the train tracks = network correlation); they do bring up topics like Internet networks and such in the reboot, but it hasn't quite stuck out as much to me.

My favorite is Adventure/02's. Very vanilla answer, but I just like how artsy and somewhat surreal it is (phone boxes, vending machines, and traffic signs in the middle of nowhere); even when the "digital/data" part isn't in-your-face, the weird, jumbled out-of-place everything definitely makes me think of scrambled data on everything in the world in fragments. Also, as shallow as it is, I just love the art style and background design. I do admit that Adventure/02 also just happens to have a sheer unfair advantage because we got to see so much of it over so many episodes, and even if it wasn't seeped in mythos like Frontier/Xros Wars/the reboot's, we got so much out of it over all that content and background lore and extra material that I find it to be mysterious and interesting...and, also, 02 making such a lovely place that easily accessible only added to the magic. Right after that is probably Frontier’s for the clear mechanics and similar surrealism (meat apples!), and the imagery of the trains running around just being lovely.

Savers, I felt the network/digital aspect was a bit lacking, but I liked how we got to see a good balance between it and the human world, which is important to its major theme of trying to mediate between the two territories.

Tamers and Appmon are the franchise's resident "hard sci-fi" series, so both of them have Digital Worlds (or in Appmon's case, the Net Ocean) that are strictly manmade, and are on pretty much the other polar end of the scale where they lean really hard on their relationship to the network. For Appmon, we unfortunately didn't get to see a lot of it, and that's probably my main personal complaint about it because I really would have liked to (the entire concept of Cyber Kowloon is really fun), but I also admit that a lot of it had to do with the fact that the Net Ocean isn't really a Digital World and the whole series itself was trying not to be too obligated to franchise standard; the roles of both the AR Fields and the Net Ocean worked fine in terms of the story role of talking about humanity's relationship with technology (and it makes sense Appmon might not have established societies in the Net Ocean the way Digimon would in the Digital World, because their purpose and reason for existing is more to interact with and assist humans in the human world anyway). This is purely personal preference, but even with the little we got, I personally prefer it to Tamers', partially because the lack of whimsical-ness and emphasis on it being a cold dog-eat-dog wasteland isn't really my personal cup of tea, and partially because its role and contribution to the plot feels a bit out of place to me (a certain writer fully admitted his heart wasn't in it and he was putting it in out of franchise obligation, and personally I feel it shows a bit too much).

#digimon multi series talk #personal chit chat #shiha's ask box #aheroslayer

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lariskapargitay · 5 years

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So I’ve seen a lot of Twincest negativity and snarking and calling Braime ‘fanservice’ on our tag.

So, purely in the interest of education, I’ve compiled SOME of the book canon Braime lines. Like these aren’t interpretations, these aren’t fanfics, these are straight up canon quotes from the books.

Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.

Brienne's big blue eyes were full of hurt as Balon Swann and a dozen gold cloaks led her away. You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench, he wanted to tell her.

“Blue is a good color on you, my lady,” Jaime observed. “It goes well with your eyes.” She does have astonishing eyes.

She did as he bid her. “The white cloak...”

“... Is new, but I’m sure I’ll soil it soon enough.”

“That wasn’t... I was about to say that it becomes you.”

She must not fail Jaime. Would that Jaime had come with me.

“The Kingslayers whore.”

She flinched. “Why would you call me that?”

Another part that wondered if Jaime would would comfort her should she weep upon his shoulder. That was what men wanted, wasn't it? Soft helpless women that they needed to protect?

“Jaime!” she wanted to cry. “Jaime come back for me!”

She must not fail Jaime. He trusted me with his sword. He trusted me with his honor.

The thought of failing him as she failed Lord Renly made her want to weep.

“Jaime!” She heard herself scream. “Jaime!”

"Give me the sword, Kingslayer."

"Oh, I will."

The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime’s blood was singing. This was what he was meant for; he never felt so alive as when he was fighting, with death balanced on every stroke.

Left, right, backslash, swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster... until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite. “Not half bad," he acknowledged. “For a wench."

He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?"

The dance went on. He pinned her against an oak, cursed as she slipped away, followed her through a shallow brook half-choked with fallen leaves. Steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped, and the woman started grunting like a sow at every crash, yet somehow he could not reach her. It was as if she had an iron cage around her that stopped every blow.

His point scraped past her parry and bit into her upper thigh. A red flower blossomed and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood before his knee slammed into a rock. The pain was blinding. Brienne splashed into him and kicked away his sword. “YIELD!"

Jaime drove his shoulder into her legs, bringing her down on top of him. They rolled, kicking and punching until finally she was sitting astride him.

Brienne lurched to her feet. She was all mud and blood below the waist, her clothing askew, her face red. She looks as if they caught us fucking instead of fighting.

In this light she could almost be a beauty. In this light she could almost be a knight.

She looked so miserable that Jaime almost found himself wanting to comfort her.

He wondered where she was. Father give her strength. Almost a prayer.

She was strong, and gentler then he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei.

One day, instead of back to front they bound them face to face. “The lovers,” Shagwell sighed loudly. “And what a lovely sight they are. ‘Twould be cruel to separate the good knight and his lady.”

His world shrunk to the throb of agony that was his phantom hand, and Brienne pressed against him. She’s warm, at least, he consoled himself, though the wenches breath was as foul as his own.

His hand was always between them. Urswyck has hung it about his neck on a cord, so it dangled down against his chest, slapping Brienne's breast as Jaime slipped in and out of conciseness.

Jaime caught a glimpse of the thick blonde bush at the juncture of her thighs as she climbed out. Absurdly; he felt his cock stir beneath the bath water. Now I know I have been too long away from Cersei. He averted his eyes, troubled by his body’s response.

The wench looked ridiculous, clutching her towel to her meager teats with her white legs sticking out beneath. “Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.”

All of a sudden, he knew what was happening. Have we come too late? His stomach did a lurch, and he slammed his spurs into his horse... They had her in the bear pit...

"Her name's Brienne... Pull her out of there."... There's the wench I remember... "I'll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there."

“If you want her go get her.” So he did.

Brienne tried to dart around, but he kicked her legs out from under her. She fell in the sand, clutching her useless sword. Jaime straddled her, and the bear came charging.

"I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged.

“I dreamed of you," he said.

“The sight of Brienne naked might have made the bear flee in terror.” Connington laughed. Jaime did not.

Connington glanced into the pit. “The Bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll-.” Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, Ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Brienne’s sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated a little more.

“The flames will burn so long as you live,” he heard Cersei call. “When they die, so must you.” “Sister!” he shouted. “Stay with me. Stay!” There was no reply but the soft sound of retreating footsteps. Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer. She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman’s shape now.

Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne’s burned, as the ghosts came rushing in.

Naked, she raised her hands to Jaime. “Ser. Please. If you would be so good.” The steel links parted like silk. “A sword,” Brienne begged, and there it was, scabbard, belt, and all.

She put a hand on his shoulder and he shuddered at the sudden touch. She’s warm.

“There's a bay mare in the stables, as homely as you are but somewhat better trained.” Brienne's mare was sweet to look upon and kept a pretty pace.

Jaime’s mockery had cut her deep; the little man’s words hardly touched her.

He clawed at his belt and came up with a dagger, so Brienne cut his hand off. That one was for Jaime.

She went to sleep dreaming of the fight they’d had, and of Ser Jaime fastening a rainbow cloak about her shoulders.

“And the boy is just a king... who is to rule is until he comes of age?”

“Lord Tywin’s brother,” said a guardsman. “Or that Lord Tyrell might be. Or the Kingslayer.”

“Not him,” declared the innkeeper. “Not that oathbreaker.” He spat into the fire. Brienne let the bread fall from her hands and wiped the crumbs off on her breeches. She’d heard enough.

She wanted to protect him, but her limbs felt stiff and frozen, and it took more strength than she had just to lift her hand. And when the shadow sword sliced through the green steel gorget and the blood began to flow, she saw that her dying king was not Renly after all but Jaime Lannister and she had failed him.

"You have two hands." One more than you left Jaime.

“I have to find her," she finished. "There are others looking, all wanting to capture her and sell her to the queen. I have to find her first. I promised Jaime. Oathkeeper, he named the sword. I have to try to save her... or die in the attempt."

"My sword. Please, I have to find my sword... Jaime called it Oathkeeper. Please."

Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor.

Jaime would not do that. He was sincere. He gave me a sword and called it Oathkeeper.

Jaime. The name was a knife, twisting in her belly. "Lady Catelyn, I... you do not understand, Jaime... he saved me from being raped when the Bloody Mummers took us, and later he came back for me, he leapt into the bear pit empty-handed... I swear to you, he is not the man he was."

“She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says. Choose.”

Brienne remembered her dream, waiting in her father’s hall for the boy she was to marry. In the dream she had bitten off her tongue. My mouth was full of blood. She took a ragged breath and said, “I will not make that choice.”

Jaime sat alone at the table while the shadows crept across the room. As dusk began to settle, he lit a candle and opened the White Book to his own page. Quill and ink he found in a drawer... Returned safely to King's Landing by Brienne, the Maid of Tarth.

As he lowered himself into the steaming water, he recalled another bath, the one he'd shared with Brienne.

Jaime had come walking through the mist naked as his name day looking half a corpse and half a god. He climbed into the tub with me she remembered, blushing.

Brienne looked at him. "You do not believe he did it." Jaime gave her a hard smile. "See, wench? We know each other too well... There's the stubborn stupid wench that I remember." She reddened. "My name is..." "Brienne of Tarth." Jaime sighed. "I have a gift for you."

“Jaime,” Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. “Jaime, what are you doing?”

She is such an innocent.

“And what is it you like in a woman, M’lord?”

“Innocence.”

Jaime scrambled to his feet. “My Lady. I had not thought to see you again so soon.”

#game of thrones #asoif/got #asoiaf #braime #jaime x brienne #JxB #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #oathkeepers #got8

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drink-n-watch · 5 years

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Genre : Action, fighting, supernatural

Episodes: 12

Studio: Platinum Vision

Something has awakened. Something that’s been slumbering for a long time is beginning to stir and the shockwaves are being felt all over heaven and earth. Demons are getting restless and the attacks on innocent villages have become routine. Thankfully, the Sanzo party is here to protect the good people from the fiends that would do them harm. Never mind that they happen to be just as fiendish themselves. As long as you can pay for the services, you can trust them. Probably. After all, you have to be able to trust a venerable Sanzo monk now don’t you? He’s the one smoking and getting into a fist fight with his demon buddy while screaming obscenities. Yeah, this should work out just fine!

The journey for this little title to make it on my to watch list went something like this: this looks like an otome adaptation, it’s probably really stupid, I’m gonna watch it. a week later – yeah there’s plenty of stupid out there, maybe I don’t need this one, I’m going to flush it. Wait the summary says Yokai, I like Yokai, I’m going to keep it. OK, I guess I should really watch this at some point…

yeah…this is a smart way to start this post…

If you didn’t pick it up from my little skit there, I did not know what I was getting into but I sure thought I did. The production value for this show is decent. animation can get a bit visibly cheap with reused scenes and stills with offscreen battles but for the most part, everything is well done. Voice acting is quite good, colours stick to a signature palette, design and art is pretty.

Unfortunately, I think this pretty design and art is in fact doing Saiyuki Reload Blast a disservice. I took one look at those chiseled young men and their intricate costumes (all different and this is important) and I immediately thought, this is clearly an otome. At best it’s a poor man’s Touken Ranbu which remains one of the best cute boy shows I’ve ever seen and also only. The lack of a clear female lead was pushing me towards option number two but I was expecting some basic slice of life nonsense with historical flourishes thrown in for flavour. Some manservice and if they wanted to push it maybe a drop of hoyay suggestion.

look at all that…mancandy?

I judged it entirely on it’s cover I have to admit. I’m willing to bet I’m not the only one at that. That’s the problem you see. Those that are generally uninterested in those types of shows probably dismissed it offhand. I don’t blame them, the aesthetic is pretty glaring, and it’s not entirely wrong, the show is classified as Josei. But aside for a few scenes in the OP, there’s no fanservice at all (unless you count the lady monk with the super tight outfit) and none of the expected staples of the genre. Someone specifically looking for the show insinuated by those visuals, would be disappointed or at least, confused.

The narrative and execution of Saiyuri Reload Blast is closest to a rather traditional fighting shonen. If you had switched one of the main characters’ design to a sexy lady without changing anything else at all, you could have marketed it as such easily. The season is roughly separated into three arcs. The opening establishing arc plays out as a series of monster of the week episodes, with our main party going from one village to the next and saving them from demon attacks. It’s fine, a little dry but I’ve seen worse.

I said it was ok….

The second arc is a flashback to 500 years prior where the story starts to really from and the foundations are laid for the greater lore. It quickly became apparent the this show was basing itself on a Journey to the West, which is pretty awesome. It’s a very loose retelling but there were enough similarities for me to recognize it pretty easily, that made my appreciation for the series rise quite a bit.

This flashback arc was rich in references to classic Chinese folklore and filled with a tense atmosphere unmatched by the other episodes. I also found the flashback characters considerably more interesting. Despite how bloody and ultimately sad this arc was, it was by far my favorite part of the anime and I would have loved a season that explored just that story. The last arc brings us back to the present where past and future collide in an all out multiple episode battle.

After watching the show I found out that Saiyuri is an expansive franchise. Reload blast is only the latest in several anime incarnations, a whole series of OVAs, multiple rounds of manga, at least one movie and a stage play. This may in fact explain some of my gripes. You see, Saiyuri really plays up a lot of shonen tropes. The never ending battles, mid-fight monologues (this is so prevalent in fact that I think in the middle of battle is the only way we get an exposition), the best friend fisty cuffs, the super dramatic realization screams and the cathartic last minute saves.

Nantaku really needed more development mind you

They’re all there and all well done, except this is a 12 episode series. When you’re characters are going through this massive emotional struggle over what is a pretty silly situation in fact at episode 60, it works because you’ve grown to really know the characters and you accept their eccentricities. Also the stakes have been slowly rising so you got accustomed to it at your own pace before everything spilled over into ridiculous. Now you’re just kind of in for the ride. When the same thing happens at episode 4 you’re like, yo relax dude and this is kinda silly.

The low episode count and the need to fit in a fully realized three arc narrative with a centuries spanning background really condensed everything. To Saiyuri’s credit, the narrative was still pretty easy to follow and although the characters were pretty shallow, they weren’t completely 2 dimensional either. But the dramatic pacing is what really suffers here and ultimately will stop most people from engaging with what is at it’s core a decent, even interesting story.

mullets again…

If you happen to be interested in the Four Great Classical Novels of Chinese literature, I say give this anime a shot. It has some good moments and the parallels with Journey to the West are really fun to notice. If you like the character designs and are in the mood for a fighting anime that won’t make you commit to a high episode count, this could also be for you. Otherwise, it’s uneven and clumsy. There was enough there for me to be intrigued about the other anime seasons and-or manga but not enough for me to actively seek it out.

Also, in the very last episode we find out the jeep they have been driving in al along has a mind of its own and is in fact Hakuryuu which is Hakkai’s pet dragon. We find this out in the last 5 minutes of the last episode. Like wha??? OK, I’m done now. Oh no wait one last thing. There’s no Yokai. I mean the demons are technically yokai but they call them demons and they look like demons… this show has some failings is what I’m saying.

Favorite character: Field Marshal Tenpou (If there’s a season dedicated to the heaven’s arc – I will watch it!)

What this anime reminded me: This is the only way a monocle makes sense:

The problem with some people is that when they aren’t drunk they’re sober

Suggested drink: Berry Burbon Blast

Every time Sanzo is sleepy(ing)– take a sip

Every time Gojyo gets called a water sprite – take a sip of water

Every time Sanzo tells someone to shut up – take a sip

Every time we hear a stomach growl – get a snack

Every time Hakkai spouts random facts – humour him

Every time Gojyo’s chain scythe thingy appears out of nowhere – take a sip

Every time Nantaku gets hurt – take a sip

Every time Goku throws a fit – roll your eyes

Every time anyone smokes – take a breath

Every time there’s mid battle monologue – laugh, it’s all you can do at this point

Saiyuki Reload Blast – Journey to the Middle Genre : Action, fighting, supernatural Episodes: 12 Studio: Platinum Vision Something has awakened. Something that's been slumbering for a long time is beginning to stir and the shockwaves are being felt all over heaven and earth.

#action #anime #blonde bishie #fighting #Saiyuki #supernatural

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holycowbrowniekitty · 7 years

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SK3 - News - Mini drabble

“He?”

“Me?”

“In a Boys Love movie?”

Koharu had only announced the concept, but the two participating parties were already heavily objecting. When they were promised a surprise at the end of their practice session, they didn’t expect this.

“Look, Sengoku recently turned twenty, and we’re going to make use of that,” Koharu explained. “Besides, if this goes well, you’ll have a lot more publicity in girl-populated niches.”

“But why does it have to be with…him!” Sengoku frantically asked, pointing to his fellow bandmate Saeki. “Couldn’t they have asked like…a stranger?”

“If you’re professional, you should be able to handle this without any difficulty,” Koharu said. “Besides, you’re not even going to be the main couple. It’s an anthology which features multiple story-lines, so the chance that this will leave a permanent stain on your record is insignificant.”

“So, we don’t really have to do a lot of scenes right? No passionate kissing, just handholding and cuddling?” Saeki said as he stared at the script in front of him.

“I know, it’s a pity, but you don’t need much to make a girl’s heart move~” Koharu swooned.

“Well, if you guys have any trouble, I don’t mind teaching the secrets of fanservice,” Shiraishi said, butting into the conversation.

“Yours was a girls lo-love, no I mean, normal, like, boy-and-girl thing! And it was only for an advertisement!” Sengoku yelled. “This is something entirely different!”

“Huh, but there’s no difference in showing affection to girls or boys,” Shiraishi continued. He vaguely gestured towards Saeki, who had only been staring at them. “Just pretend he’s a girl.”

“I can’t pretend that he’s a girl!” Sengoku protested. “Look at him!”

“I can put on a wi-“

“Okay, we know you’re blatantly heterosexual, but beggars can’t be choosers and you’re still the lowest ranking member of SK3 according to our latest poll,” Koharu said, taking the latest print from Yuuji.

“Really!?”

“I thought those were supposed to be secret.”

“I’m still number one!”

Koharu sighed and ripped the paper from Saeki’s hands, cutting along his index finger.

“Owch,” Saeki exclaimed pulling back his hand.

“Don’t worry, you will go through much worse. Rehearsal’s at Saturday, the director likes bonbons. Dismissed.”

Koharu left the room, leaving the others speechless. Shiraishi broke the silence. “Saeki, shouldn’t you get that cleaned up?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s just a cut. You guys can go, I’ll close off the venue,” Saeki said, watching the liquid drip down his finger. He saw Sengoku pacing back and forward, looking at the script, looking away, and looking at it again, as if the contents would have changed during the small time gap.

“If you say so. See ya,” Shiraishi said, leaving the room, Sengoku trailing wide-eyed behind him.

Saeki waved both of them off and went to the small kitchen, to clean his finger. After he made sure that both his colleagues were out of sight, he screamed.

“This hurts aaaargh!” he yelled, tears streaming down his face. He was not good with blood, not at all, and Icchan was the only one who knew about his cool facade. But Icchan wasn’t there right now, and he had to clean up his mess himself.

He bowed over the faucet and used his clean hand to splash the water on his finger. He felt himself getting dizzy when the blood washed away to reveal his clear rosy skin, that amply covered the new gushing redness. Closing his eyes, he started mumbling to himself so he could remove the paper cut from his thoughts.

“It’s only a paper cut. I won’t die. It’s only a paper cut. It hurts like hell! But I won’t die. I’m not going to die.”

“What are you doing?” a voice called out from behind him.

Saeki turned around and saw Sengoku glaring at his pathetic behaviour.

“Just, cleaning this cut. That’s all,” he sniffed.

“You’re...crying...and you were yelling. I think Shiraishi could’ve heard that.”

“I’m not crying.”

“You are.”

“No.”

Sengoku slowly took his phone out of his pocket.

“Okay, I was, but this really hurts!” Saeki whimpered as Sengoku came closer to take a good look.

“It’s so tiny Sae,” he observed. “What are you crying for?”

“It. Still. Hurts!”

Sengoku sighed. As if he did not have enough worries, he also had to deal with the sensitivity of his future partner.

“Do you need a band aid?” Sengoku asked, glaring at Saeki’s stupid face. Taking a picture of him was useless, as he still looked dashingly handsome. It was kind of disgusting. His fans would love it.

“Please?”

Sengoku left the room and searched for the med kit backstage. He knew it was a stupid idea to let Shiraishi of all people store it, it was not a prop container, but Shiraishi begged to differ. And now that someone actually needed it, it was gone.

A roll of duct tape innocently fell from a stack of scripts. Sengoku resisted the temptation.

“Why did you come back?” Saeki asked as he saw Sengoku coming over to him with a single flesh-coloured strip.

“Forgot my scarf,” Sengoku answered. “Here.”

Sengoku threw the band aid on the counter.

“...”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I can’t apply a band aid with one hand.”

If Sengoku didn’t have patience, Saeki’s finger wouldn’t be the only part of him that would bleed.

“Are you serious.”

“Like, yeah, totally serious.”

Sengoku inhaled deeply. This was surely a test bestowed upon him by the gods. He was going to pass it, but not before running impure and violent thoughts through his brain.

“Give me your finger,” he said abrupt.

Saeki slowly extended his hand, gauging Sengoku’s intentions.

“Just...stay still will you,” Sengoku said as he took hold of Saeki’s hand. The cut was shallow. Just like Saeki. In a quick motion, he stuck the plaster on his skin.

“There you go. Do you also want some candy?” Sengoku said dryly.

“Do you have some?”

“No.”

Saeki stared at him sheepishly. “Thanks.”

“Don’t fret about it. Let’s go,” Sengoku said, wrapping his scarf around his neck.

Saeki put one glove on and joined Sengoku, making sure that the lights were off and the venue locked. The chilly breeze that blasted in his face from outside made him wince.

“Shit weather huh,” Sengoku commented. Saeki nodded and puffed up his collar. The shift of temperature made his finger sting, but the bloody part was over at least.

“You have anything to do today?” Sengoku asked.

“Yeah, I was going to turn in early,” Saeki answered. As an idol, he had to preserve his face, and lately he felt the consequences of staying up late to practice singing dawn upon him.

“Kay,” Sengoku said.

“Is there something?” Saeki asked, turning to face Sengoku.

“Not really, I was just planning to have some yakiniku,” Sengoku mumbled. His original plan was to ask Shiraishi, but that guy had already disappeared on the metro. And well, Saeki was better than no one.

“Want me to join?” Saeki asked. “I’m up for some hot meal right now.”

Whether it was because Saeki was genuinely hungry, or he was simply being nice, Sengoku felt a bit relieved that he proposed it. Maybe they could talk things over, concerning their upcoming roles.

“Sure,” Sengoku said as he turned the corner.

Their dinner was pretty quiet, and neither of them wanted to start a conversation. Saeki beckoned for Sengoku to lean over the table and take a selfie.

“Won’t it be weird if Shiraishi isn’t included?” Sengoku asked after Saeki took it.

“Oh, that’s right,” Saeki answered as he put his phone on the table, “I won’t post it.”

Sengoku wondered how Shiraishi must have felt at the announcement. Probably very lucky, but maybe a little bit...isolated? If Shiraishi and Saeki had been cast instead...

Vivid images of Saeki and Shiraishi being lovers appeared in his head, and Sengoku unconsciously twisted his face to express disgust.

“Sengoku, are you okay?” Saeki asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Sengoku quickly responded.

“Are you worried about Saturday?”

Saeki was staring down at his food, absentmindedly shoving one or two pieces from the small platter in his mouth. He had to watch out for his weight after all.

“I guess,” Sengoku said, tongue in cheek.

“Let’s just be professional,” Saeki said, through his chewing. He decided that it would be the best for both if they set their friendship aside and instead focused on the performance itself, no matter how awkward or hard it would become.

Sengoku glanced at Saeki’s downcast eyes. While he did not look like it, deep inside, Saeki was definitely a professional. Shiraishi had no qualms about hiding his hardworking persona, Sengoku didn’t like showing his plain side, but Saeki was a different case. He never strived for the perfect choreography or pitch like Shiraishi did. He didn’t strive for the most fun and flashy persona like Sengoku did. He was utterly plain.

Sometimes, he felt like Saeki was a complete stranger.

The aforementioned looked up to find Sengoku staring at him. The beef hanging half from his mouth, he gave Sengoku a quizzical stare.

“Sae, what’s your deal actually?” Sengoku asked. “Why are you in this whole idol business.”

“To make girls happy of course,” Saeki answered.

“C’mon, we both know it isn’t like that,” Sengoku said. “What’s your real reason?”

“It is my real reason, honestly,” Saeki continued. “What else could there be?”

Sengoku remained silent and tried to observe Saeki’s reaction. As usual, he couldn’t read him at all. No wonder his palm reading failed so horribly on him, cold reading was horrible with types like Saeki.

“Are you trying to stare the answer out of me? That’s my tactic,” Saeki said.

Sengoku grumbled. He would get his answer somehow.

“I just feel like we should get to know each other better, since we’re going to have to act together,” Sengoku explained.

“Isn’t being an idol already plenty of acting?” Saeki asked.

Sengoku sighed. The following weeks would sure become interesting.

#myfic #saegoku #sk3 #drabble #more discord thoughts

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kisathemistress · 7 years

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Final say on re: chapter 125 “Please ignore”

Granted that some people may not know this about me and my history with rooting for HideKane, or that I’m an ace that just likes to read/write fluff more than smut, they may not understand why I am being so critical of this chapter.

The chapter felt shallow, aside from very small details, we gained nothing knew other than Kaneki and Touka having sex. I know TouKen shippers are all in a fucking high right now squealing over this fanservice to them, and using it as ammunition to attack other ships that are now “impossible” to become canon.

Tell me all you want about how “beautiful” and “right” it is that they finally fucked. But, I have been reading Tokyo Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul re:, and their relationship has always came off as a sister/brother one, not a sexually tense one.

Sure a few characters had suggested they would be a great couple, but fucking people in my home town thought the same with my first cousin and I because we have a close sister/brother type bond. Basically I took any “hints” as misunderstandings and comical moments meant to embarrass them, since adults/people do that whether intentionally or not.

Kaneki has mental issues and a background, Touka doesn’t understand or even know. Kaneki isn’t the best person when it comes to judgement, it has been shown throughout the series that he is usually wrong or easily misguided. Touka is a teenager when she “falls” for Kaneki and never had been in or thought of a possible romantic relationship with anyone else prior to/after meeting him. She is inexperienced and cannot discern “lust” from “love”, or tell the difference from “romantic love” from “strong platonic love”.

I read a lot of poorly written fan fiction “romance/erotica” fluff, it’s funny, it’s entertaining, but it’s still “fantasy” compared to the canon story. Which is okay to move relationships with little to no understanding between both parties. But, in a novel or series running as long as Tokyo Ghoul has and by the original creator no less, I expect that the “canon OTP” of the story would have shared a bit more information/time with each other than simply “in the moment” fucking.

Then it’s not the “fucking” part that has me disappointed, it’s the fact that we had no extra information of what the hell was happening outside of their little “bump & grind”. As I said in a separate post, I’m not a fan of just reading fanservice that could have been skipped over. I’m reading this story for the PLOT not for the shiping, not for Kaneki’s sex life.

Tokyo Ghoul’s protagonist is a “side character” even when we focus on him. He see development though indirectly experiencing things. And these indirect experiences is what I care for the most. Not for what character I hope Kaneki bangs or ends up with.

In closing, I’m disappointed we learned nothing new, not that Kaneki had sex with Touka. Yes, I am a hardcore HideKane shipper, but I am also an adult that understands this work isn’t going to/might not cater to my personal fantasies.

I have been attacked by TouKen trolls over my personal fanfictions, on my blog. and through email. I don’t hate TouKen as a ship or Touka as a character. I just don’t feel they are at a point they are ready to deal with the consequences for in the canon story.

I am disappointed this chapter was just/mostly Touka and Kaneki being naked and humping each other. And not being told the rest of the story.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul spoilers #tokyo ghoul re #kaneki x touka #kaneki ken #touka kirishima #Chapter 125 #i am disappointed #final say #kisa's thoughts #I've been attacked over this shit before #i hope this clears things up

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