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#like i say....just entirely succeeds at doing what it's trying to...this stuff never faltering like wrow start to finish it's Chef's Kiss
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a goofy movie (1995)
#a goofy FILM(tm)#flashing gif#i said i'd do it!!! (i did not say that i would actually make my own gifset but i love Exercises lmfao)...#forgot i drafted this & oh well that it's 10:30pm est....content at all hours babeyyy#since i'm a Connoisseur about this now like catch me brawling w/a lion king fan all ''that 1 was more the peak execution of Spectacle!!''#and like it's not just me i'm far from the only person On This or else i would probably never have checked it out at all#seeing as i was 1 when it came out & just never happened to see it at any point afterwards...but ppl talk about it now & then lmfao#but like i'm with team ''by 'underrated' i don't even mean it Should Be Checked Out or Is Pretty Good'' lol like Underrated = Understated...#beyond the context of ''it's underrated'' or even ''the best disney movie'' it's just That Good on its own#like i say....just entirely succeeds at doing what it's trying to...this stuff never faltering like wrow start to finish it's Chef's Kiss#as a Movie as Animation as a Musical as a Story as an Exploration / Commentary Re: Parent / Child Relationships. & more!#as i was making these i was like ''OH this 1 moment is another Parallel For Circular Structure!! they did it again lmao'' like love it lol#heroically used Restraint to think through what even to gif...b/c yknow you can only represent So Much via the visuals of a few shots#like what works best Out Of Context & is more than just ''i espesh like this visual'' coz there's plenty of that...but also consider visuals#using some consideration & discretion?? in my me??? i mean i guess i do that a lot actually lmfao. i never x except when i always do. etc#well another shoutout to comrademaxgoof lol i see & appreciate your return shoutout & respect it all vm#and to all other aficionados who uh check the tag? or ever might:#a goofy movie#OH and i knew there was something else lmfao just a little Fun Fact for all us gamers!!#when i went ''boy it'd be handy if allll the scenes i happened to want to gif (also there's plenty of scenes i Really Extra went Wow for but#did not gif lol. again the discretion re what i felt would be Best Gif'd when Considering It All...) were posted on youtube passably hi res'#then i ended up going ''wow Youtube User zan zun has a Lot of the scenes posted'' to the degree that i just went to their vids section#then added up the Time of every scene they had posted; then when adding in the length of the Credits; it turns out that when compared to the#official Total Runtime of the film(tm) there's only a 5 to 15 sec discrepancy b/w that & the combination of all their clips lmaoooo ty hero#so......write that down for academic research purposes if you want lmfao. that's youtube user zan zun#and it occurs to me part of that ''extra'' 5 to 15 sec might just be the disney production logo thing...prob part of the Official Runtime#they have it all in a playlist too....ingenious
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sukirichi · 3 years
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I was reading your good stuff 😳
And I got an idea for you (if you haven’t heard it yet)
You call yourself trophy right? Well imagine being punished and you have to stay still like a little beautiful figurine for him to show at reunion. And he would purposely tease you to see how much you can handle it until he can just go rough with you 🥰
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ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING RN. ALSO I CHANGED IT A LIL BIT, I can’t imagine Naoya punishing his pretty trophy wife when she’s been a good girl for him 🥺 THANK YOU NONNIE FOR THIS A BIG MWAH
# cw. overstimulation, vibrating panties, sexy husband naoya, teasing, REALLY SUB READER
# part of the trophy wife collection 
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naoya would actually do that. he loves to see you squirm and clutch onto his bicep, trying to keep a smile that doesn’t waver in front of his relatives. naoya is more than proud of his wife, he flaunts you off like the trophy wife you are, and the fact you’re submissive and always letting him do as he pleases with you? it’s safe to say that naoya cherishes you. and on top of cherishing you, he also deeply enjoys teasing you just to see if you really mean it when you once promised, “anything for you, naoya-sama.”
so when he gifts you a set of vibrating panties on the exact day there’s a huge family reunion in the zen’in estate, he peers at you with narrowed, predatory eyes, daring you to say no. you’ve always been sensitive, always been whiny and unable to hold back those sweet, little moans that can make him untouched.
but you’re his beloved trophy wife — the pride of the clan leader — of course you’re going to wear it.
with a smug smile, naoya pockets the wireless remote down his black slacks. you wear the panties without shame and hide it beneath your robes, breath already labored even though he hasn’t turned it on. naoya lets you dangle off his arm as he leads you into the lobby to welcome his guests, bowing and voice as meek as ever to greet his relatives that are still left in awe how you gaze at your husband with so much adoration despite his crudeness. you understand it doesn’t make sense to most, but does it have to? with the promise you do your duties as his trophy wife to sit still and be pretty, naoya doesn’t fail to keep his vow of fulfilling his role as man and your husband.
and when one of those roles implemented bringing pleasure — with a little bit of sweet torture — then naoya zen’in would be more than glad to do so. 
you’re entertaining the guests, head tipped back in honey laughter and gentle hands placed over your heart like you’re every form of an angel that shone in comparison to your husband who couldn’t be attributed to the same league. he loves it, loves that you’d do anything for him, loves that your giggles turn choked and stuttered the moment he turns the vibrating panties on.
your reaction is every bit gratuitous as he expected. a slight falter in your steps, innocent and helpless eyes immediately searching for him in the crowd. he feels a little bad and places himself right beside you, allowing you to cling onto him like a little koala staring up at him with quivering lips.
he knows that face all too well.
you’re pleading, begging, hoping — but you’d never vocalize it. naoya smirks down at you and cups your cheeks with one large hand, swiping a thumb over those soft lips that may look so demure right now, but would eventually string out the dirtiest moans along with his name falling like a prayer. and he’s addicted, obsessed that you worship him this much that he can’t help but increase the power in your panties.
zaps of pleasure course through you until you’re panting, eyes shut tight and nails digging through his suit. your cheeks falls on his shoulder, legs trembling and sweat beginning to form on your hairline. 
your chest heaves up and down from the shockwaves of the intensity that blooms right at your pussy. you’re wet, dripping wet, rubbing your thighs together in desperation to feel more. and oh, you wanted more? you really shouldn’t be so transparent all the time because your husband watches you with amusement clear all over his eyes, palming the object inside his pockets to reach max power.
it’s too much, way too much, and you’re minutes away from cumming. 
the sensation of having your wet pussy lips teased and shaken, the little sparks of vibration hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves. the static pleasure makes you bite down on your lip to muffle the little whimpers naoya’s effortlessly elicited from you. 
you look so pretty — mouth falling open in a desperate attempt to call for him, tell him your needs, beg for him, moan for him. but you’re surrounded by his entire clan that you know you need to behave, and naoya raises a brow challengingly, prompting if you have the temerity to act out. he already knows you won’t, you’re too good for him, after all, but he’s enjoying seeing you like this. so wanton, so helpless, so needy for his cock even with everyone around. he’ll reward you later — you just need to wait.
“too much?” he rasps in your ear, disguising his evil smirk by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you know i won’t stop, right? this reunion will last until midnight. think you can be a good girl and hold on for me?”
“y-yes.”
“you sure, angel?”
“yes.”
“yes, what?” his gaze hardens at the same moment his hands clasp at the back of your neck, his grip tight enough to remind you he isn’t keen of you slipping away from the behavior he expects of you.
“yes, sir.”
“good.” naoya rarely praises you with words, but every time he does, it never fails to make your panties soaked a little more. he can tell you’re pleased with the smoothness of his suave manners and words, hopelessly and madly in love with him just as you did the first time you met him. 
which is why he knows, you’ll take this like a good girl, and naoya ducks down to hover his lips right beside your ear. “keep them on for me the whole time and don’t cum until i say so. if you succeed, i might just reward you.”
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kujakumai · 3 years
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cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.
Things were not going according to plan.
The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.
The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.
They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.
No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.
Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.
"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"
"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.
This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"
He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.
His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.
Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."
"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.
Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.
get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out
The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.
that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out
The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.
shut up go away go away go away go AWAY
And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.
"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Why you insolent little--
Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.
--
The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.
"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.
"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."
"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.
"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."
"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.
"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."
"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.
"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.
"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.
Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."
"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."
"Cheap pizza?"
He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."
"I can do that. Anything else you want?"
Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.
Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.
--
The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.
He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.
Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.
"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.
Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.
Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.
Where on earth are you going at this time of night?
Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.
...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?
Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.
There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.
Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.
Can I come with you?
"No! You tried to take control of me!"
Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.
"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."
I can when I borrow a body.
"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."
That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.
Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.
Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.
You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.
"I didn't ask you."
So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.
Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"
A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.
"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"
I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.
"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"
No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.
Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.
This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?
Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.
"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.
You don't sound very sad.
"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."
Probably not.
Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"
No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.
Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."
Really?
He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."
...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.
"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.
Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.
You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?
"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."
Why was your gameboy confiscated?
"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."
Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.
"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"
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hoe-for-link · 2 years
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This is my references for writing the LU boys. Its a HUGE list of HC’s and just general stuff. I figured I would post it incase it helped any of you! disclaimer: 
THIS IS NOT HATE TOWARDS ANYONE OR ANYTHING!!!!!!! THESE ARE ONLY REFERENCES FOR MYSELF WHEN I’M WRITING THESE CHARACTERS!!!!!!!! So please don’t think I hate anyone, I don’t!!!!! 
that being said, enjoy over 6000 words of HC’s and stuff!!! I will probably come back and update this when it isn’t like the middle of the night.
Sky: 
Have played game.
Overall background info:
The only things I would change about his background as a character would be his relationship with religion. The Goddess he dedicated his life to used him as a plaything to put it bluntly. I feel like once his adventure was said and done, Zelda and Sky would have a pretty rocky relationship. She feels like 2 different people in the same body and Sky feels used by one side of her. Before the events of LU they have worked through their issues and have a very kind and loving relationship. They don’t start dating until after LU though. Another thing I would change is the ending with Demise. Instead of killing him and leaving the world without a new God, Sky is forced to take his place. Its a cruel game, the balance of Gods must stay the same and when one is killed or destroyed, another must take it’s place. Sky becomes the new God and that puts even more distance between him and Zelda, it is also how he knows the curse is real. He can feel the curse running through his blood. I think after LU is over, Sky would try everything to save the others from the curse but never succeeds. I don’t think he gets a happy ending as many don’t.
Personality overview:
He is a natural introvert, he doesn’t like a ton of people around him. He only discovered that about himself when he visited another Link’s Castle Town. Skyloft is small and the people there are few, he is unused to crowds of more than 5. He has a kind heart but it has never prevented him from anything. He play off of others personalities more, he won’t be the person to start conversations. He enjoys silence as all the Links do. He gets frustrated surprisingly easy, but manages to work through it more times than not. He doesn’t get angry unless provoked. 
Special traits:
He is the original Hero, he is where the others draw their courage from. Yes, there was a ‘hero’ before him, however his actions don’t seem to affect events at all and I don’t really like him anyway. Sky is the true holder of Courage, he didn’t have stories to guide him, he didn’t have anyone providing advice or comfort; he had a sword spirit that was single minded. He truly journeyed across the Surface in search of a friend, wanting to save her life, before he was wrapped up into saving everyone. He stood before a God of pure hatred and didn’t falter. He won a duel against that God. He returned to Skyloft where everyone knew nothing of his triumphs and didn’t brag or boast, simply telling them of the Surface and the opportunities awaiting them. Those traits carry over into the LU adventure, he doesn’t speak of his adventure because he wishes to not be remembered as the Hero. 
Hardest experience:
I would say the hardest experience in Sky’s adventure was the spirit realms. No one, not even Fi, knows the entirety of what happened during those times. He refuses to talk about it, he still remembers how he could feel his spirit be torn from his body, he still feels the claws digging into his neck and drawing spirit essence, he still feels the damage done to his spirit. He doesn’t wish to burden others about his injured soul.
Things I don’t like:
I don’t have anything I really dislike about Sky tbh. The closest thing I can think of is when people use his kind heart against him. He does have a kind heart but he isn’t a crybaby. He knows when to step up, he knows how to keep that part of himself underwraps. I honestly can’t really see him crying at almost anything, he knows how to handle his emotions well (lucky him cause i sure as hell don't)
Bad traits:
I think people often portray his breathing troubles in the wrong way. Looking at this logically, Sky has naturally huge lungs to be able to live in the sky. The reason is so that he can take in as much oxygen as he needs to survive. So once he descends to the surface, he feels invincible for the first couple days. That is because he has SO much extra oxygen in his blood and he is able to run farther and do more things than usual. This legitimately is a thing, I live at a pretty high altitude (about 7000ft above sea level roughly) and whenever I go to a significantly lower altitude (4000ft) I am taking in extra oxygen which helps me increase my stamina. The problem would come once it becomes TOO much oxygen for Sky’s body to handle. The group is traveling a lot and I’d assume they are changing altitudes fairly often. I think changing oxygen levels that much would be a little too much for Sky’s body to handle, which is where his breathing starts to slow down. His body is trying to limit the excessive oxygen in his blood so it won’t overwhelm Sky. THATS why I don’t understand why his breathing would increase, why many others have him trying to take in more air, almost like an asthma attack. KEEP IN MIND I am N O T a medical person, this is ENTIRELY based on my own experiences. I do believe he has breathing issues that have to do more with altitude changing than anything else. 
Other info:
I also really enjoy the idea of Ghiraham being Sky’s second sword. Its super cool! It works pretty well with my version of Sky being a God too after all he technically took Demises spot which would mean that Ghiraham is his sword. Although I also think it would be really cool if Sword Spirits could change their appearance depending on their Master. Fi wouldn’t change forms through any timeline as her Master has always been Sky’s Spirit which has been reincarnated (Well the whole thing with Wind would be kinda complicated but whatever). I feel like Ghiraham would turn into a small dagger that Sky would carry in his waist wrap, hidden by his sail cloth. I don’t know that could be a kinda cool spinoff or something.
Four:
Have not played either games
Overall background info:
I haven’t played Minish Cap or Four Swords so I don’t have a lot of background info to work with. I guess my main change would be that Shadow is in fact alive and that he, Four and Dot are super good friends who gossip to each other all the time. I also tend to age him up in my head so he would probably be around 17-19 in my stories. I also really enjoy the idea of each of the Heroes after him to be able to see the Minish because of his soul keeping that childish part when reincarnated. So basically all the Heros except Sky would be able to see them.
Personality overview:
He is probably the most quiet of all the Links, he enjoys spending time within himself and recharging that way. He is considered one of the more responsible Links because of his ability to look at a situation from many different angles. He considers himself to be pretty much average in everyway. He doesn’t get angry even when provoked, instead he considers his options and mostly just keeps to himself. The off chance he does fireback, it leaves sweltering wounds left from his words. He isn’t an introvert shockingly, he is an ambivert. He doesn’t mind being in crowds of people or by himself, he indulges in conversations when asked and doesn’t feel the draining effect of being social like an introvert does. 
Special traits:
Well let's get this out of the way. The Colors. I am the most guilty when it comes to this but I feel like maybe having them as sections in his head wouldn’t really work too great. My new theory is when the Four Sword split them, it split them EQUAL. They are just a divided person to be frank. They came to the conclusion that in order to function, they have to give and take. Each Color cannot overwhelm the bond, Blue has to be more understanding and Green cannot be so self sacrificing. By the time LU happens, Four has worked out all the issues in being together. He is one person with strong emotions. The bond is seamless except when one Color feels a little too strongly. If that is the case, Four will talk to that Color face to face and discover the problem. Example, if Vio was feeling irritated Four would release him and they would talk it out. NOT ALL FOUR OF THE COLORS COME OUT TO DISCUSS. If it is an issue between Colors, They discuss it; they have that understanding. Basically Four has access to figuring out why he is feeling one emotion too powerful, he can talk with that emotion face to face and resolve the problem. Its a bit tricky to navigate but I never really enjoyed the theory that the Colors occupy the body. It makes it feel like Four is only a puppet in the Color’s actions. Four is his own person, his own soul. He simply has the ability to view a specific part of his soul in more detail.
Hardest Experience: 
Again, I haven’t played the games so I don’t really know what happens during them. I’ve picked up enough context to figure out that Shadow dies during Four Swords Adventure though and so I’d probably peg that down for the hardest experience for him.
Things I don’t like:
I’m really starting to not enjoy the idea of Four being a puppet with four souls inside. It makes it feel like there is meant to be five souls in the body at least for me. Its a confusing road to travel with the colors. They are very difficult to use without making Four himself seem like a puppet. It also makes Four seem like an entirely different person than the Colors even though they are the SAME soul. I don’t know how else to explain it besides that.
Bad traits:
I imagine Four being really bad at communicating with others. He has learned to communicate with his Soul without needing words most times, but he lacks that same connection with others. He has a hard time being around others simply because he doesn’t know how they work, what they are like. It makes it very difficult to trust the other Links.
Other info:
Four’s shield is eventually passed down through generations to Wind's family. It is the shield Wind uses in WW until he gains the mirror shield. I guess that also means they are related somehow? Idk I just like the shield being recognized by Wind. I also hardcore believe that he is the fictional version of Celtic fyi
Time: 
Have played both games. MM is my absolute favorite game in the series.
Overall background info:
I actually don’t really enjoy Time, not because of anything to do with his character, but rather my experience playing OoT. I had a very rough time with that game and have only played it once, I probably won’t play it again. I would change the fact that he is a Hylian. There is not way that boy is fully Hylian. I refuse to believe it. I remember reading a story where he was part Kokiri (Ill link it if I find it) and I adored it!!! So let it be known that I did NOT come up with this HC. I adore the idea that he is part Kokiri and part Hylian. He has the ability to age. He has the ability to leave and re-enter the forest. He knows the Lost Woods like the back of his hand. However, because he is part Kokiri he cannot go long periods of time without the sun. He only has to eat a couple times a week, he uses the Sun as a food source as well. He is also very intune with fairies and their magic, he is able to tell where a fairy fountain is without ever being there before.
Personality overview: 
He is very strong willed. He knows what he wants and how to get it. He has learned throughout his years to speak his mind. He is firm and strong. He knows when to push and when to let things go. Some may think him to be overbearing and confident, that’s not the case. He is only confident in his own power and skills. He does have quite the playful side to him, loves to have fun with those close to him. He cares a lot about his companions and does everything he can to protect them. He has a soft spot for the younger ones in the group, often buying them sweets from the towns they visit. Many call him a solid presence, always there when needed. He is an introvert, however he adores being in company he knows well such as friends and his wife.
Special traits:
I love the fact that he has the Fierce Deity mask, I think its very interesting. I do believe it was Sky who was forced to imprison FD within the mask after LU is over. I think the reason was he was a new Deity and running rampant, Sky was forced to imprison him to keep the balance of things. He was then passed through many hands before ending up in a land called Termina, a land made for Gods to play with, where Time found and took him. I hate the idea that Time and FD don’t like each other, I think that FD’s time in the mask humbled him and he and Time came to an understanding. Time can only use him for periods of time because of how immense FD’s powers are.
Hardest Experience: 
I don’t need to go into detail about this but I think changing ages so rapidly affected him more than I’ll ever be able to understand.
Things I don’t like:
Oh boy, strap in bitches. I FUCKING HATE HOW PEOPLE MAKE TIME HATE TERMINA!! I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT AT ALL!!!!! It’s my favorite game of all time, the balance of sorrow and sweet is what makes it incredible for me. Contrary to popular beliefs, MM was NOT all about sorrow. Termina was a land created by Gods as a playground of sorts that plays with the visitors memories and experiences. That is why everyone looks familiar to Time, they are simply wearing familiar faces. They have their own personalities and experiences. Time grew to love that land, loved the stability of the schedules, loved talking with the residents of Clocktown and beyond. It helped him recover from the trauma of the unknown, he always knew what to expect. This is where he truly learned the importance of a schedule. He learned so much during his time there, learned how to mend relations with other, learned how to stand up for himself, learned how to live again. He cherishes all of his masks from Termina, each having a special story. I like to think the very last cycle, he chose to complete Anju’s quest for her lost love. He chose to do that so Anju and Kafei would have a happy ending once Majora was defeated. After all, logistically speaking the townspeople would remember everything about the last cycle as Time wouldn’t have reset anything. Once the Moon was returned to the sky, he was invited to come celebrate with Anju and Kafei as a thank you for helping them. After that, he returns to the music box house and saves the girls father as he is know the only one to know the Song of Healing or so he thought*. I also think that by removing FD from Termina, it breaks the vicious cycle the Gods had forced them into. 
*I have a theory that the song of healing was a lullaby made for the Music Box girl by her mother. I think it ended up in the Happy Mask Salesman’s hands was because he is that girls Uncle. So basically Link saves the girls father by reminding him that his daughter is still there using the lullaby. Lemme know if you guys want my more in depth theory about it.
Bad traits:
Time tends to reminisce about that past too often. He forgets that he cannot go back and fix everything as it would only open more problems. He is caught staring off into nothingness more often than not. His biggest downfall is his sorrow and regrets. After All thats what keeps his spirit there to help Twi.
Other info:
Time doesn’t get a happy ending, everyone knows that. I think that Twilight recognizes his armour and knows what happens to Time but will never tell him. 
Twilight:
Played through the game until Master Sword, it was too boring to finish.
Overall background info:
I can’t honestly go on without stating that THIS is my L E A S T liked character of all. I don’t like Twilight at all. He is SOOOOOOO boring!!!!! I didn’t even finish the game because it was so fucking boring!!! I don’t like him!!!! (I also hate Midna with a passion, I really don’t like anyone in that game) That being said, we may now continue. I think his background is fine, can’t think of anything I would change.
Personality Overview:
Very similar to Time in a way, Twilight is very strong willed. He cares about things and isn’t afraid to say it. He is brash and ignorant sometimes due to that fact. He doesn’t like to see others side of the story and often makes quick judgements based on little facts. He doesn’t like disagreeing with people except when he is really passionate about it. He reminds Time of his own teenage self. Twilight doesn’t deal with crowds well, coming from a small village. He much prefers to spend time with Epona or by himself.
Special Traits:
Here we go, something a little fun. I don’t like how his Twili form is only one animal. If we look at other sort of mystical beast from the game, they tend to be a mix of animals. So I think that he wouldn’t just be a wolf, he would also be a Doe. His concept would pretty much stay the same, just a Wolf with Doe spots and tiny little antlers. I find that those two animals would compliment him the most, both don’t like humans and blend in nicely to the forests. Think of it almost like the Doe is Twilights inner heart where his deepest desires lay, and the Wolf is the protector of that.
Hardest Experience:
Idk honestly, I didn’t play through to the end but I would probably say leaving everything he knows behind to pursue fate.
Things I don’t like:
Basically everything about Twilight tbh. He is boring, his game was boring, his personality is boring. I just don’t understand why people like him all that much? Like cool, he can turn into a wolf but like, thats it!! Thats his only thing. He is just so fucking boring to me, I honestly zone out when anything has to do with him because its so boring.
Bad Traits:
Again, he is FUCKING BORING!!!!!! I cannot be bothered to read a fic that builds him to be a better character because I will get bored before anything good happens. Honestly I feel like not much would change without Twilight there, he seems kinda like a filler character rather than a main character.
Other info:
Not really anything I can think of.
Legend:
Have played Link’s Awakening. Haven’t played any others.
Overview background info:
I don’t really care too much for the Legend and Fable being siblings. I do like them being related somehow, but definitely not siblings. I think it would be more like second cousins, just related to the point where he is mentioned in the Royal archives but not by name. Neither Fable or Legend knows about this though. I feel like them being siblings puts way too much emphasis on their relationship together when most real siblings aren’t close at all. I feel like it would force them into a relationship simply for the public eye but it would destroy their friendship behind doors.
Personality overview:
He is N O T bitter. He is N O T angry. He is sassy, he is playful, he is sarcastic, he holds grudges, he is overdramatic, but he cares. I HATE how people portray him as bitter to the world, I have seen little to zero evidence on that fact. He is just a sarcastic dude who loves to travel. He likes sharing fun stories about his adventures. He likes being able to make people laugh. He loves having a pseudo family, he just don’t say it out loud. He also loves sharing skills with the other Links. He doesn’t know if the others will have more adventures after LU and he wants them to be prepared in case they do. He is kinda like a grandfather who will share random wisdom at the drop of a hat. He is also an Ambivert, he doesn’t care about social gatherings or for complete silence. He finds no problem in talking with others and taking time for himself.
Special traits:
He is the most knowledgeable of all the Links. He knows many different skills, languages and cultures. He knows upwards of 5 languages and has penpals all over the lands that he talks to regularly. He loves getting to learn more about the other links cultures and beliefs. He finds that sort of thing super fascinating. I also really enjoy the idea of him having magenta eyes and strawberry blonde hair with his signature pink streak. I also really like the fact that he doesn’t like jewlery. The reason he wears so much is because its all enchanted. It tends to make his life harder when traveling through towns. He has a habit of taking off the flashy jewelry in towns.
Hardest Experience:
One word, Koholint.
Things I don’t like:
I don’t like when people make him bitter and lonely. Its stated that he enjoys life on the road in the comic. Ive also never really seen him be bitter in the comic either, it’s mostly just him being dramatic. 
Bad Traits:
He is a hoarder by nature and often has to leave things behind that ‘might come in handy later’. It annoys some of the others but they never say anything. Its hard for him to let things go, they understand. He is also prone to speaking his mind which gets him into troubling situations most times. 
Other info: 
Legend is a broke ass bitch. He has like zero rupees to his name and has a tendency to try and barter and haggle shopkeepers. It usually gets them thrown out of shops.
Hyrule:
Have played the original. Haven’t played LA
Overview Background info:
I am very much on board with the whole Fae Hyrule idea. I think it's brilliant!!! That being said, I also really enjoy the downsides to it as well if that makes sense. I don’t think Hyrule would know that he is part Fae. He can’t touch iron tools or anything that has iron in it. He often finds himself drifting around Time the most besides Legend, neither of them know why they are drawn to each other in a way. 
Personality Overview:
He is quiet and thoughtful, reserved and cautious. However he is not shy and innocent. He might have been when he was a simple child without fate chasing him, however he has since grown. He is willing to speak his mind about certain topics and is very protective of people he cares for. He is probably the most cautious Link in the group, having spent time around cities where he was not liked. He is an introvert through and through. He enjoys the peace of nature and his own thoughts. He is often very panicked in crowds of more than 4 so it takes him quite a while to warm up to the group. 
Special Traits:
He is blessed in the art of Magic, however he doesn’t know why. To him it was perfectly normal to wield magic without an object to assist. Once he learns that it is in fact NOT normal, he longs to seek the truth. He is a Hero of the people, while he doesn’t particularly like people he has never said no to a request. He adores helping others, it makes something in his blood sing. That is often the reason he wanders off trails, he has helped more people that way. Its only a speculation from the others that Hyrule cannot read a map or doesn’t know directions. He often rolls his eyes at that but never bothers to correct them; how do you think he has survived all his life in the wilderness if he didn’t know his directions? He just prefers to wander. He also knows how to read and write, after all he does need to buy potions from the villages.
Hardest Experience:
I would probably say trying to keep himself healthy out in the wilderness. If you didn’t know, you have to find certain types of food if you are surviving off the land. If you only eat berries, you lack the necessary fats to keep your body alive. I can only imagine how difficult it is to find the proper nutrients in his wilderness.
Things I don’t like:
I don’t like how everyone portrays him as an innocent kid. I’ve never really been into it cause I never saw it in the comics. He is just a huge dork! Yes, of course there are certain things that he doesn’t know, but he figures if he doesn’t know them by now will he ever need to know?
Bad Traits:
He is super bad at adapting to group dynamics. He has been on his own since before he can remember and being thrown into a huge group, he doesn’t know what to do. At first he over compensates, he tries to do everything for everyone. After Time explained that he didn’t need to do that, Hyrule pulled an almost 180 and assumed that meant that everyone did everything on their own. After quite a while, they finally found a balance that worked with Hyrule.
Other info: 
Hyrule isn’t Hylian. He is a different race entirely. It reflects in his ears as the others ears are very long and skinny with a more defined point. Hyrules ears are much rounder and wider, the point isn’t quite so defined but it's there. He also has brown hair that curls as opposed to straight blonde hair. Forest green as opposed to light blue eyes. 
Warriors:
Have not played HW
Overview Background info:
I don’t really have anything to change about his background because I DON'T KNOW HIS BACKGROUND!!!! All I know is that he was a knight before being thrown into being the Hero. I think he also almost got killed??? Idk.
Personality overview:
I DESPISE how people make him so arrogant and foolish. He doesn’t seem to be from what I’ve seen. I believe that he would be quite sweet and caring for others, almost making it his downfall. He has been hardened from War, he has learned to act confident in specific situations, he has learned to trust his companions, he has learned not to be over or under confident of his skills. He is often the first that comes to mind when the others think of an older figure for advice, Time is often second simply because of how blunt he is. Wars adores his new companions, he knows in his whole heart he would sacrifice everything for them. He often goes along with pranks only to see the others smile. He is a steady figure for those who need it. He is an Ambivert leaning towards an extrovert. He enjoys social events with those he loves, he enjoys doing things with people he cares about. He also enjoys moments of peace where he can just think.
Special Traits:
He was trained as a soldier and a captain, he knows medical care. He knows all about anatomy and how to fix wounds. Its a skill that has saved himself and many others from death many times. While Hyrule has healing magic he doesn’t know how to use it on others, Wars finds out and pairs both them together whenever there are medical duties. Together they can heal just about anything, its a welcome talent for the chain.
Hardest Experience:
War. He literally went through war. He saw so many more deaths than any of the others. He has done so many more things than the others. I hate whenever people discount the face that he has LITERALLY gone through a war. For God’s sake, he’s a soldier not a Hero (at least he thinks) he has killed more than any of the others combined. He has to deal with that every night.
Things I don’t like:
I don’t like when he is portrayed as a play boy and that only. Yes, he is a playboy to an extent but I’ve always thought he is simply looking for someone who he can care for. He has so much love in his heart but people take advantage of it. Once he notices he’s being taken advantage of, he leaves. Thats what earns him that reputation. 
Bad Traits:
I hate this but I KNOW he is to some level an alcoholic. It makes so much sense to me, drinking away the pain of war, loneliness, and pain. Its heartbreaking but its so fitting for his character. I do think that he gets much better when traveling with the others, but its still there. I also feel like he doesn’t think himself to be worth much. After all, Cia (is that her name?? The crazy stalker lady??) was obsessed with him and it fucked with his head for a long time, still does. He often thinks that if he had given himself up, no one would have had to die.
Other info: 
He is the last one to eat, he makes sure that everyone has had something to eat before him so no one goes hungry. No one seems to notice. He knows the pains of going into battle starving intimately and makes it his duty that none of the others should experience it. He is also the most focused in battle, he loses himself to that headspace of life or death. Sometimes he can’t completely come back from it and feels fuzzy until the next morning.
Wild:
I have over 1000 hours in BotW, I love this game.
Overview Background info:
K this is going to make people hate me but hear me out first. I don’t think that Wild’s personality was any different before the shrine than after. I think he has the exact same personality as his knight self, the only difference being the vow of silence. Here is my theory about that: Links father was a Captain of the Guard in Castle Town where his family lived. Once Link was old enough and pulled the Master Sword, his father was super excited for his son to be able to help the kingdom. But he heard what the King was planning with his son and promptly left Castle Town in hopes the King wouldn’t find them. He lead his family to Hateno where they lived on the edge of town so no one would recognize them. The King had followed though and threatened Links father that he would kill him if his son didn’t come with them. Link’s father knew what the Kings plans were, to make his son a mindless soldier, and refused. He didn’t want his son to become what he had. The King was enraged and killed Links father in front of him. The King then took Link back to the castle and threatened if he didn’t take the vow of silence, the King would kill his sister. Link took the vow to save his sisters life and sealing his own fate. That is why Link despises Zelda, her father killed his father after all. All he really sees in her is a murderer's daughter. THAT is why he hated Zelda, why his house was in Hateno and NO ONE recognized him, why he never talked in memories and why he hates the King so much. That concludes my theory. I also have a specific theory on how he recalls memories, so lemme know if that interests any of you.
Personality Overview:
Wild is confident, calculated, witty, and kind. He knows where his limits are, having tested them MANY times. He is cautious of new people but always willing to lend a hand. He is confident in his skills and knows what he can and can’t achieve. He is more than willing to banter back and forth with those more sarcastic, but he knows where the line is drawn and never crosses it even while angry. Others have noticed his seemingly endless kindness in the things he does, he is willing to catapult himself halfway across Hyrule for his friends. Many assume him of causing chaos but he thinks himself to just have bad luck. He is an introvert which surprises many. Once he gets to know someone, they get the full Wild experience which often comes with shattered metal and singed clothing.
Special Traits:
He is the teams survivalist. Yes, Hyrule knows how to survive in the wilds as well however his methods aren’t exactly the best (no Hyrule you can’t just jump off a cliff because you can heal yourself and call that a shortcut). Wild adores nature and the team often notices it loves him back. He seems to not only survive but THRIVE in nature. It is so natural for Wild to know where they are headed even though he’d never been there before. Legend and Wars have a bet that he isn’t fully Hylian. Hyrule just thinks its because Wild is like himself, just naturally knowing this they’ve never learned (no Hyrule, Wild is not part Fae silly boi). He is an archer by pure instinct, he doesn’t like using a sword as it feels out of place in his hand. He uses all sorts of bows but the most common one seen is the Great Eagle Bow, which has never broken on Wild before.
Hardest Experience:
Its a tie between surviving the Great Plateau or regaining his memories. I think the Great Plateau wins tho simply because I imagine him spending more than 6 months on it, just figuring out how everything works. I love the idea that this boy was feral when he emerged from the shrine so he had to take time to figure himself out as well as survive.
Things I don’t like:
I hate Botw Zelda, I REALLY REALLY don’t like her so its annoying to me when her and Wild appear to be really good friends. Like no girl, you treated this boy like shit all the time, you do NOT get to pretend to like him all of the sudden. Cause think about it, in the game Link has VERY few memories and in almost every single one, Zelda is being a bitch. You cannot expect me to believe that Wild and Flora magically become friends just because he killed Ganon. Thats not how friendship works. She was just a shit person in the past and honestly it doesn’t really seem that she's going to change. I’ll tell you right now if I ever had someone treat me like shit repeatedly and then after a year they just decide to be friends with me, thats not gonna fly. I will beat the shit out of them with a fucking pencil sharpener alright?
Bad Traits:
‘Terrible’ sleeping habits. What is really happening is the chain is used to regular hours of sleep, Wild and Hyrule are used to around 3 hours of sleep. No matter how save Wild knows he is, there will be something under his skin telling him to move. It bugs a lot of the team but they can see that Wild and Hyrule are used to it so they accept it.
Other info:
 Yall are gonna hate me even more for this but I H A T E Mipha and Sidon. I despise them with my whole heart. Mipha is such a fucking flat character, truly! Think about it, all we know is that she liked Link and had a brother. THATS IT!!! We don’t get much more with Sidon either, he’s just our Uber to an infected elephant tank. I hate that they could have been cool or whatever but they are so FLAT!!!!! The only character with any real substance is Revali, we see him fail. We see him struggle. We watch as he pushes himself farther and farther. We see where his attitude comes from. We see so many sides to his character and when we are in Medoh, we witness first hand how he comes to acknowledge Links success! He has S O much more character to him than almost anyone else in the entire game!!!! BotW has tons of characters, sure, but almost all of them are flat and offer NOTHING to the story. Honestly in my mind the only character with more development than Revali is Hudson. My man gets married for hell's sake!!! So yes, I HATE Mipha, Zelda, Sidon and so many other characters in this game. Revali and Link are God-tier because they have development to them!!!
Wind: 
Have played WW. Haven’t played PH or ST
Overview Background info:
I love his adorable family living on an island, I think it fits super well. I think the only thing I would mention is that Four’s shield is his family shield. I think lots of people have speculated that as well, idk its just something kinda adorable to me. 
Personality overview:
He is probably the most expressive Link of them all and not due to his age. He expresses his emotions often and in full force. He doesn’t like the idea of holding them in as that causes trouble. He finds value in stating everything bluntly and honestly. He cares a ton about his new companions and often lets them know. Its this ability to be transparent about his feelings that helps the chain grow close so fast. He hates lying with a passion and is actually quite bad at it unless it is something important. He is a natural extrovert and loves talking about his adventures. He knows that most of the others are introverts but that never bothers him, many times he just fills the silence with his stories and lets the others choose to listen or not. He is surprisingly observant as well and is able to read his companions incredibly well. He uses his age and observation skills to his advantage.
Special Traits:
I will die with this headcanon but Wind can see spirits and interact with them. I adore that idea so much! I also really like to think that the Deities and Gods of his world are much different than the others. I really enjoy the idea of the Wind Waker being simply a prop, that the King of Red Lions knew that Link could use the winds in anyway he wishes. Link was chosen by the winds but didn’t realize until he was given the Wind Waker. Eventually he learns of that and is able to control the winds to his liking, always thanking them for their help.
Hardest Experiences:
I think it would be the challenge of leaving his family behind on the island, I mean have you see his face during that scene? He is sad boi
Things I don’t like:
I don’t like the idea of Wind being pampered because he's a kid. Sure I get it, the others don’t want him to get hurt but at the same time he went through some challenges that no one else has. He is strong willed and resilient, able to overcome all obstacles in his path. He fought with the Gods of Fate and made them choose him!
Bad Traits:
Because of his bluntness, sometimes social cues aren’t his thing. It often gets them kicked out of shops and other places but everyone knows if it wasn’t Wind saying something blunt, it’d be Legend trying to barter the owner with something useless. He often doesn’t know when to draw the line in arguments and says things he regrets. 
Other info:
I kinda touched on this earlier but I adore the idea that the Winds chose Link to wield them. The Wind Waker is just a prop meant to help Link establish that connection. Of course he still keeps it though because the King of Red Lions gave it to him. I also really enjoy the idea of each of the Link’s having their own Gods and Deities that they worship, all in different ways. Like how in Winds timeline, he has three Deities (in WW at least) that he worships. But in Hyrules time, those Deities don’t exist and Hyrule doesn’t worship any because at that point in the timeline, there are no more residing on the planet. They are instead watching from the stars. Lemme know if y’all want more details on that.
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Gonna request some camb0y newt who has Hermann as a regular follower who may or may not be requesting used clothing from Newt...😳
this one is less h0rny and more dumb and I died every time I typed newt’s screen name but (ALSO THE FACT THAT TUMBLR KEPT BLOCKING THIS MESSAGE....unbelievable) 18+/not sfw below cut
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The whole thing only started because of the kaijus.
It seems foolish to place the blame on them, considering the severity of the damage they’ve caused in every other aspect of life, but it’s the truth. Hermann was never brilliant at romance even in the best of times; he never knew quite the right words to say, or quite the right way to kiss, and certainly not how to keep men interested enough to come back for more than a date or two. Then the end of the world came, and the jaeger program ate up what little free time Hermann had, and dating simply fell to the very lowest tier of his priorities. He had work to do. He had lives to save.
Unfortunately, his libido continued to run rampant.
Masturbation could only get one so far, though Hermann was undeterred and tried almost anything: dildos, vibrators, expensive lubricant, a paid subscription to a high-quality pornography website. He cancelled this after a week, when he realized none of its featured men--though undeniably good-looking--fit his particular area of interest. Besides, it was far too impersonal. Hermann did not like spending half of his time watching a video or scrolling through a photo gallery wondering what that man was doing now, or whether or not he’d enjoyed himself, or what he was like in person... In a fit of desperation, Hermann picked up a subscription to another website that promised live men 24/7. And, well. To make a long story short, Hermann is pretty sure he’s in love.
The object of his affections is twenty-something and stocky, a good few inches shorter than Hermann (he’d wager, anyway), with a chestful of tattoos and a voice that’s almost high enough to be grating. Hermann has seen his face only fleetingly, but it’s enough for him to know it’s a highly agreeable one. He’s got a nice sense of humor, seems intelligent enough, and the glimpses Hermann’s caught of the bedroom he streams from (at the perfect time of day, late enough that Hermann’s inhibitions are entirely nonexistent) indicate a healthy love of science fiction. 
Hermann is mostly in love with him because of how good of a show he puts on, though. Where Hermann fails in his use of dildos or vibrators and other nonsense, the man succeeds, and indeed excels, and he’s endlessly creative with dressing in lace and other funny little costumes. It makes for some very inspired jerking off on Hermann’s end. More importantly, it makes for a calming of his libido.
Hermann doesn’t know his real name, only his chosen screen name, though it doesn’t really matter: kaijulover69 is most certainly the man of his dreams.
Well. Nobody’s perfect.
“Tonight’s stream is dedicated to a very special fan for all his support,” kaijulover69 begins. He’s wrapped in a bathrobe, though Hermann has a feeling he knows what’s beneath it, and he flushes pleasantly with warmth at what’s soon to come. “And for what I’m wearing right now. You know who you are. Thanks again, dude!”
His lips are just visible on camera, and he grins coquettishly before slipping the sleeve off his right shoulder. Then the left. “That very same fan requested a strip tease tonight,” he continues, “and--well, I’ll let the rest be a surprise, huh?”
The belt is undone. The robe slips down to the bed, revealing the object of Hermann’s affections clad in nothing but a rather small pair of lacy black undergarments. (And a bloody expensive pair, at that--cost a third of Hermann’s weekly salary. It’s worth it.) You look very attractive, Hermann types encouragingly into the chat box, and hope it’s visible between the pleads for kaijulover69 to flash his face or pull his genitalia out already. 
He doesn’t appear to see any of them. “My week was pretty lame,” he continues. He begins to idly run his hands up and down his bare chest; Hermann mirrors the action on his own, enjoying the shiver he manages to elicit from himself even through two layers of shirt and sweater. “Work stuff has been kicking my ass. And--” His fingers falter. “Well, there’s this guy I really like, and we’ve kinda been...seeing each other, but I just found out he’s actually seeing someone else. So I guess it’s like, I realized I’ve been making all this shit up in my head?”
Who would ever turn down such a marvelous specimen of human? Hermann’s temper flares with a mingling of both righteous offense on the man’s behalf and a little bit of jealousy that he’s not the one who’s so captured his heart. He would like to knock some sense into them, whoever they are.
“But you don’t care about that,” he says, and forces a laugh. “You want to see me mess these up, don’t you?”
His hand drifts down to his panties, and he gives himself a squeeze through them.
“Please,” Hermann says happily, though he knows there’s no one to hear.
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There’s an email from Newton waiting for him in his inbox the next morning. No subject.
Hey, dude-
Sorry I left you hanging yesterday. I was just a little shocked. Not shocked that you have a partner or whatever, of course you do, that’s totally normal, just that you never told me about them until now. I read over your latest article, and I just wanted to say what an utter load of--
“Hmph,” Hermann says, and quickly scrolls up and away from Newton’s annoying little rant.
Even as he does so, he feels a pang of guilt he doesn’t quite understand. Newton is shocked he has a partner: so what? And, er, so what if that partner isn’t quite as real as Hermann is pretending? The question came at him fast, and unexpected, and so very quickly into the switch from letter correspondence to email; kaijulover69 on his mind, Hermann panicked and wrote yes, I do have someone in my life. It’s not entirely a lie. Though Hermann holds no illusions about the nature of their dynamic, the man has certainly taken up the same amount of Hermann’s time and money that a real partner would. And besides--it’s easier. Less messy. Newton would probably try to set Hermann up with someone, or pester him about his sex life, or even--God forbid--try to offer him advice. (Once I blew a guy in the bathroom of this shitty dive bar, try that, he told Hermann a few weeks ago, and I always take my dates to the aquarium so I can talk about shit and look smart.) 
It’s also helpful in dissuading Hermann from his daydreams and illusions of dating not kaijulover69, but Newton; that, he fears, is an even grander pipe dream.
He skims Newton’s--rather poor--critique of his work, ignoring entirely his comments on Hermann’s partner, and types up a fast rebuttal. Kaijulover69 has another stream tonight, and he doesn't want to miss it.
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“The trick,” kaijulover69 pants, “is to just, uh, relax your muscles as much as possible. It’s easier when you’ve got someone doing it for you, obviously, but...”
His chosen method of masturbation tonight is a frightfully large tentacle dildo, wider and longer than any prick Hermann’s seen in his life. Hermann’s not sure if such a dildo would fit inside him; he’s not even sure if it’s going to fit inside kaijulover69. The man is rather compact. It’s stopped about halfway into his body, and even from the rather distant angle Hermann can tell it’s stretching him tight. 
“...I might’ve jumped the gun a little,” the man says, and bursts out into breathy laughter. “Should’ve, uh, should’ve gotten the smaller size. Or worked up to this one.” He works another centimeter into himself before his body goes taut. “Go--go big or go home, I guess?”
One hand moving steadily around his prick, Hermann uses the other to type an encouraging message: Excellent effort.
Kaijulover69 pulls the dildo out to the thinnest section, then once he relaxes, begins a rhythm of short, shallow thrusts. Each time, it goes in a little deeper. It’s very good to watch, and listen to as well; his little gasps, the creaks of his bedsprings, the spread of his legs widening. Hermann briefly considers how badly he would like to be the one pushing it into him and dragging out those sounds, and is surprised to find himself orgasming.
He tips generously once the stream is over: he does like to consider himself some sort of gentleman, and he likes seeing how excited it gets kaijulover69.
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The package arrives on an entirely ordinary Tuesday some three weeks later. Autumn has come, bringing with it a rather heavy series of rains, and Hermann is drenched and shivering when he finally ducks into the relative warmth of his flat. The knowledge of what the box tucked under his arm contains warms him considerably; he rented a P.O. Box for one reason and one reason exactly, not even daring to have his name attached to it. It’s gauche, he knows, but--isn’t it a bit like recycling? Kaijulover69 gets a fresh, exciting outfit from Hermann, and Hermann gets it back after he’s--well.
Hermann needs to unwind somehow. There’s nothing wrong with it!
The black lace undergarments are wrapped neatly up inside the box, with a sweet little pink bow on top. Attached to that is a simple handwritten card: To my number one fan! ❤️ There’s plenty more where this came from...
Simple, and innocently flirty. And so familiar it makes Hermann’s blood run cold.
“It’s not possible,” he says.
And yet--isn’t it? Hermann’s never seen his face--either of their faces--and the screen name--
There is no return address on the package, but a frantic search of its wrappings reveals its origin: stamped in black ink over frog-themed postage is BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS. “No, no,” Hermann mutters to himself, even as he reminds himself (unhelpfully) that plenty of people are from Boston. He tosses it to the bed and clacks over to his desk, clutching the card so tightly it crumples. Newton’s letters are all in the top drawer--he just needs--
The handwriting is a perfect match.
“Bugger,” Hermann groans.
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cloudykaii · 4 years
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pairing: demon!san x human!reader
summary:  Hiiii 🥺 I was wondering if you could do an enemy to lover au thing with San from Ateez 👉👈 but he’s a demon and Y/N is human and everyone in Ateez is human as well. 🥺 thank you 💛 also keep up the amazing work, you are amazing!
warnings: mentions of minor injuries, demons, stealing of souls, flames,
this is by far one of my favorite things to have written
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It was always the same time. Every Wednesday, at a quarter till midnight, San could count on you summoning him in that dark alley. It never failed, no matter what he was doing. He had shown up countless times with something in his hands that made it obvious that you had interrupted his daily schedule. Honestly, though, you felt that by now he shouldn’t act like he had this time free anymore. He should be used to it after weeks of summoning him. 
Although, to be fair, you never actually summoned San. You just always summoned in the same alley, surrounded by abandoned buildings with not a person in sight. It was the safest place to do, and since the demonic system worked by reaching whichever demon was closest to you, how was it your fault that San just so happened to be the person who was closest every time?
It’s not like you would choose someone as mean and unnecessarily blunt as San if you had the choice. He was terribly mean to you, irked by that fact that you never actually gave him what you wanted. He hated that in every single deal you made, you managed to get out of him stealing your soul and still get what the deal was made. 
You grinned at him, eyes looking him over. “Nice pants.”
San stared back at you, unimpressed. He stood a few feet away from you, clad in a plain grey tee, and blue pajama pants with little yellow ducks printed on them. The bowl of fruit loops in his left hands served the perfect domestic look as he half-glared at you. “Why are you here this week? Do you not already have everything you want?” He snapped his fingers and his bowl of cereal disappeared. “How much more selfish can you get?”
Your smile stayed as bright as it had been before as you looked back at him, undeterred by his snark. “So today wasn’t a good day?”
“It was before I saw you,” he deadpanned. “What do you want now, Y/N?”
Your smile faltered just the slightest, but if San saw it he didn’t say anything at all. You dusted your hands off on your jeans, straightening your back. “I need to find a little girl. She took something from me.”
He snorted. “You want to get payback on a child. I’m supposed to be the demon here.”
You rolled your eyes, smile turning tight. “Just tell me the terms of the deal, and do your part.” You fished a photograph out of your pocket and handed it to him. See, this was the thing about you that irritated San. Everyone else asked for material things, usually money. You asked for strange things. FInding a child, a winter coat that won’t grow too small, a thermos that never grew cold. He had never been particularly bothered, but they got more drastic each time. It just seemed like you were trying to one up everyone at this point, like you were in a standoff battle with someone to see who could have the best stuff. But finding a child… that was different. 
He stared down at the photo in his hands for a moment. The child couldn’t have been older than twelve, with dark hair and a smile on her face. Based on the pose, San figured it might have been a school photo. “I’ll bring her to you, and in exchange-”
“And in exchange you get my soul, yadda yadda. You need to make the statement with more flare. You’re so dramatic anyway, I’m sure you could-”
“You want this kid or not?” He asked, tonelessly. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s go over the terms with me. If you bring her to me… I give you my human soul.”
See, this is what San hated about you. You said things so fluently, that it was easy for San to look too far into it and question what you were agreeing to. His fiery eyes searched your face for any sign of a lie, before thinking over the words. He brought you the child, you gave him your soul. Could this finally be the time he got to take your soul? Or would it be another long night of formally explaining how he got duped again? His eyes narrowed at you suspiciously, but you were already pulling out another match and lighting it. “Do we have a deal?”
He stared at you for a moment longer before leaning forward and taking the match from you. The matchstick fell to the ground as San made the flame its own object. He held out his hand in front of him, the flickering flame dancing around his palm. You immediately moved to clasp your hand in his, the flame making your hands grow briefly before going out, sealing the deal. He stepped back as fast as possible, shaking his hand like he had to get the feel of your hand off of him. 
You rolled your eyes at that, crossing your arms leaning against the brick. He stood in the middle of the alley. He shut his eyes, only to open them again, eyes now purely black. You didn’t even blink. San never scared you, maybe it was because he had rolled up in duckie pants, but you had never been scared of him. Maybe it was because you summoned him, why be scared of who you invite over right? Then again, it could just be because you had nothing to lose. 
You were unimpressed when his eyes flashed red at you, before returning back to his normal state of false humanity. He slowly turned his head to you. “She’s in a warehouse two blocks away. It’s abandoned, but it seems like there’s someone there with her.”
Your heart started racing at that. They had her in a warehouse… how original. San watched our reaction closely. You said you needed to get something back from this child, yet the worried way you bit your lip, and your hands tightening around the straps of your bag had him thinking there was something you weren’t telling him. You snapped out of whatever trance you seemed to be in, before looking at him with your usual sly smile. “Well, I should be on my way then.”
He held out a hand to stop you. “Where are you going? I still need to-”
“You’re not getting my soul today,” you grinned, happily. “I have places to be, so if you wouldn’t mind sliding out of the way, that would be great.”
“Why exactly do you think you get to not live up to your end of the contract this time?”
You rolled your eyes at his annoyed tone, as if you were wondering how you had more brain cells than the demon whose entire existence revolved around contracts just like the one he just forged with you. “Sannie,” you hummed. “We agreed that you get my soul, if you brought that little girl to me,” you spoke slowly. “And you didn’t. You told me where she was.” 
You let out a soft little chuckle. “Honestly, you of all people should know specific demonic agreements are.”
He hated the way your eyes sparkled, as if this had been your plan the whole time. Honestly, he would have believed you if you had said you had been. He had made countless deals with you, but somehow you always managed to get out of giving him your soul. It infuriated him, but this time he was more mad at the fact that he had thought he would succeed this time. He had never before, he should have been more careful. He watched you walk off, only to break into a run as you ducked around the corner. 
He knew you weren’t actually scared of him chasing you, because he never had before. He always just fumed angrily behind you, blasted some fire at the bricks, and went on about his business. But this time something felt different. He couldn’t explain what it was, maybe it was the request itself that was so bizarre, or how you honestly expected him to believe that someone like you wanted revenge on a child. Normally he wouldn’t even be intrigued by the trivial everyday matters of the average human, but there was something in his body telling him to run after you.
So he did. 
If he wasn’t supernatural, he might not have been able to keep up with you. He wasn’t sure what had happened in your life to have you so used to running, but he was sure you weren’t running like a track star. No, you were running like you were used to it; fast, reckless, and determined. 
He managed to follow you to the warehouse, but he never expected for you to just run inside. “Reckless human..” he muttered. Was getting whatever this little kid stole from you that important? She was small from the picture he had seen, what could she have possibly taken? A piece of food? A necklace? Were your belongings really more important to you than a child? He found him scoffing at the notion, reminding himself that sometimes mortals were more demonic than demons themselves.  
He turned to leave, to let you handle whatever you thought needed to be done and just not involve himself any further when he heard a loud, booming masculine voice. “What are you doing here?”
San’s eyes trailed the corner in the deep left, where a man stood, arms crossed, glaring down at you who just smiled up at him. “Hi!” you gave a tiny little wave, grinning. “It seems you mistakenly took my friend’s daughter from her home. I’m here to take her back.”
The man turned to look at the kid, as if he needed to confirm that he did not, in fact, grab the wrong child. He turned back to glare at you, sizing you up. “You think you are leaving here with her?”
You smiled at that, looking at the girl. “You’ll be home soon, okay? Everything’s alright.”
San assumed at this point that you didn’t actually need to get anything from anyone, you were just trying to save an innocent child from a kidnapper. He sat back, hidden in his own little corner in the darkness. He had no intentions to actually help, that's not what he was here for. 
“Don’t talk to her,” he snapped at you, going to shove you but you reacted quickly, grabbing his wrist and hooking your ankle behind his and tugging. He hit the ground with a loud thud, and you called out to the child for her to run. You must have gotten lucky, because he didn’t get back up. You didn’t get any closer to check and see if he was unconscious or what. You just bolted out there, making San chuckle. Maybe you weren’t what he thought you were. For some reason, that relieved him.
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A while back, a follower of mine prompted me to consider Kaito alongside Nekomaru from DR2. They both share a very loud and enthusiastic desire to support their peers that serves as an immediately obvious similarity between them, of course. But a question was proposed: Does Nekomaru perhaps have his shit together better than Kaito does, to the point that he’d actually be able to help Kaito with his issues if they met?
The short answer to this is a very resounding no, and I’ll be going into why not here. But as I was looking into Nekomaru again to figure this out (I hadn’t seen his FTEs since before V3), I noticed some rather… interesting stuff.
So here’s a sudden theory that I’m nonetheless pretty confident in: Nekomaru was the DR writers’ prototype for Kaito.
Let me show you what I mean.
Training
It’s pretty apparent that Nekomaru’s team manager thing is a lot like Kaito’s hero-and-sidekick thing. But in Nekomaru’s case, there’s some disappointing arbitrary restrictions to it, because he’s only interested in and knowledgeable about training people who are athletes. If you’re not interested in sports, he’s not going to take you on, no matter how much support you might need in other ways.
It’s only in the final one of Nekomaru’s FTEs – which is to say, in a totally optional not-quite-canon scene – that Hajime talking about his worries prompts Nekomaru to declare himself the “manager” of everyone here who’s going to help them win the “match” of getting off the island safely. Apparently he never realised he could use his skills to help everyone like that until then, simply because the killing game isn’t an actual sport.
…And then he decides that the way for him to help Hajime (and presumably also the others) with that is through a ridiculous amount of physical training, which he claims will help because physical fitness will apparently help. He never mentions, like Kaito would, the fact that physical exercise will help their mental strength and that that’s what everyone really needs in this situation.
Of course, Nekomaru is good at inspiring people emotionally, too, just like Kaito – Hajime mentions in a couple of their interactions that Nekomaru makes him feel like he has potential and really can do things – but Nekomaru doesn’t seem to realise that that’s also one of his strengths. He focuses almost entirely on the physical side of things when pushing people to get stronger. Which is kind of a shame, and a waste of his potential, really.
So, Kaito’s training is a lot like Nekomaru’s in spirit, but with a much wider, more mentality-focused scope that isn’t arbitrarily restricted to sports and physicality. It’s like someone saw Nekomaru’s thing and liked the idea of it, but they wanted to be able to apply it to more situations and types of characters, so that it could be made much more relevant to an overall story.
There’s also one line at the end of Nekomaru’s first FTE in which Hajime’s narration describes his stories of training his athletes as “heroic escapades”. Which sure is an interesting thing to call them. This suggests that someone on the DR writing team was already thinking about what someone as inspiring as Nekomaru would look like to the people he supports.
Weakness
The most interesting part of Nekomaru, though, is something we only learn about in his fourth FTE (again, a totally optional scene that has no connection to the main storyline). Turns out, he was born with a heart defect and has been in and out of hospital since he was a kid. That’s where he met another boy with the same condition as him who was a team manager, which inspired him to become one, too.
As part of this, Nekomaru casually mentions that his doctors estimate he won’t live to be much older than about 20. So… he’s dying.
It makes sense, then, why he’d put so much effort into selflessly helping others succeed. Even if he’s only got a few more years to live, he can make sure his athletes continue to have amazing careers long after he’s gone, all because of what he’s done for them. He can live on through them, in a way. Sounds a lot like another ill-fated luminary we know, hm?
Nekomaru never talks about this, mind you; it’s literally only in that one line that he even indirectly mentions that he’s dying. And he does end up dying and leaving behind his legacy in Akane’s memory of him – but because it’s entirely possible to not even know he was always dying, the narrative never makes a proper point of how that kind of thing might have been what he always sought out of their relationship. Which is a shame, because that’s a compelling story that could have been told with Nekomaru if they’d played their cards right, but it seems like they just didn’t really try to.
…Not that Kaito exactly talks about his equivalent of this much either, because of course he doesn’t. But he doesn’t need to for his story to make a lot more of a point of how the knowledge of his impending death is affecting him, and how he’s trying to deal with it by at least wanting to feel like he’s made an impact and left something behind through his sidekicks once he’s gone.
(Also, while I do feel like Nekomaru is someone self-assured enough that it makes sense he could accept being turned into a robot when that’s better than ending up dead… maybe his heart defect is also a part of why he could be so chill with it, in a way he didn’t want to mention to anyone. This robot body isn’t dying, so it’s actually kind of an improvement, really! This seems reminiscent of the time Kaito also found himself, if only temporarily, in a different body that wasn’t dying on him.)
“Invincibility”
Perhaps even more interesting than simply the fact that Nekomaru is terminally ill is what he says to Hajime at the beginning of the FTE in which he opens up about his condition.
Nekomaru:  “Hm… I’ve decided! It might be easier to talk to you about it since you aren’t an athlete.”
So, apparently, none of his athletes know he’s sick and dying. He feels like he can’t tell them, because they’re his athletes. Like, if they knew about it, he suddenly wouldn’t be able to do such a good job of training and inspiring them? A manager… can’t show weakness in front of his athletes? Well, that sure sounds familiar.
There’s a couple of other bits that indicate this, too. In his final FTE, there’s this exchange:
Hajime: “Hey, Nekomaru… aren’t you scared? You seem very calm. Even in this situation, it’s like you have this unwavering presence of mind…”
Nekomaru:  “Well, it’s my duty to support my athletes, after all. There’s no way a manager should be more concerned than his athletes.”
Which is Nekomaru completely dodging the question of whether or not he’s truly calm by insisting that he just needs to be, because that’s a manager’s responsibility to his athletes. So that obviously must mean he’s Totally Fine, because he would never not live up to that expectation, right? Right. He’s definitely not freaking out just as much as everyone else beneath the surface, that wouldn’t be inspiring.
Then there’s this, when he takes Monokuma’s attack to protect Akane and gets himself mortally wounded:
Nekomaru:  “Wh-What a shame… For someone like NEKOMARU NIDAI… to… It was just a little shot from a bazooka… I really am the worst… Heh… hehe… hah…”
Yeah, why is being shot by a bazooka getting him down? Someone like him isn’t supposed to falter at anything. One might even say, he’s supposed to be invincible – and if he isn’t, then he’s the worst. You could read this line like he’s joking to at least try and lighten the situation, but, really, is Nekomaru ever joking when he talks up how awesome and badass he’s meant to be? Not once.
And after he’s done opening up about his illness, at the end of that FTE:
Hajime: “But… why did you decide to tell me that?”
Nekomaru:  “Hm… I don’t know. I don’t really understand it myself, but… maybe I just wanted to tell someone.”
Nekomaru didn’t seem to consciously realise that talking about it to someone would be good for him. Apparently he’s so constantly wrapped up in selflessly supporting his athletes without worrying about himself that it doesn’t properly occur to him that he deserves to worry and vent about his own problems, too.
So, does Nekomaru have his shit together more than Kaito about this kind of thing? Evidently not. There’s far fewer clues for it with Nekomaru, but he apparently has pretty much exactly the same issues about not showing weakness to his side – uh, athletes – as Kaito does.
If they were ever to meet, Kaito and Nekomaru would look at each other, look at the people the other is supporting, and go, “hey, they’re kinda like your sidekicks/athletes, right?” And as soon as they recognised each other as being in that same position of selflessly providing support to bring out a person’s potential, it’d just make sense to each of them that the other is being perfectly reasonable to hide their own problems. The most important thing is making sure not to worry their sidekicks/athletes and keep being an inspiration to them; that’s just how this whole arrangement works! A hero/manager like them is obviously strong enough to deal with their burdens alone, right?
(That said, there’s also the fact that in a UTDP-style universe in which these two could even meet, Kaito genuinely has no major worries or problems in the first place. Nekomaru would still be dying, but unlike Kaito’s illness, there really isn’t anything anyone can do about Nekomaru’s heart defect. The best thing for him to do really is to just life his life to the fullest until it’s over, and supporting athletes seems to be his way of doing that. Even if Kaito found out what was up with Nekomaru, and even if he did see beyond his hero-framing to acknowledge that Nekomaru deserves support with what he’s going through, Kaito would probably agree that Nekomaru was already doing the best with it that he could.)
Infinite potential
The thing is, when I was first into DR2, when DRV3 didn’t even exist yet, I noticed almost none of this about Nekomaru. I liked him and thought he was a pretty cool guy, and I enjoyed his friendship with Akane, but I never noticed any of this deeper and more interesting stuff about him until I looked into him again recently through a Kaito-tinged lens. And that’s not even necessarily because it’s fairly subtle – most of Kaito’s stuff is subtle, too, like it should be. It’s because, for Nekomaru, all this extra stuff about him barely matters to his story, so there’s little incentive to look into it more and try to figure out more about him.
Nekomaru had all this potential to be almost exactly like Kaito in terms of his selfless supportiveness and presenting himself as indestructible and dealing with the fact that he’s literally dying – but ultimately, the DR2 story never really goes anywhere with that. Granted, he’s selfless enough to sacrifice himself for Akane and get turned into a robot, and then to sacrifice himself again when they’re all starving – but still, those acts seem to me to be, like, a regular level of selflessness, something that any tough and selfless person would have done in that situation, even if he hadn’t been dying or had a worrying tendency to hide his weaknesses. Those extra bits of nuance in him are neat if you happen to notice them, but they don’t actually affect the story in any way. Nothing significant would be lost if they were just not there at all. Which is a huge shame when there’s so much potential to a character with issues like that.
So it seems very possible to me like Kaito’s conception could have come about from the writers looking at Nekomaru’s extra complexity that they never did anything with in DR2, and thinking: “Hey, we really should do more with this.” What if they did a character like Nekomaru again, but more? – more complex, more focused, more pointedly exploring that kind of all-encompassing selfless supportiveness and how unhealthily self-destructive it can be, and really making his storyline about that part of him. It’s exactly what a character like this deserves.
And if you’re still not convinced, here’s a few more choice Nekomaru lines that could never not catch my eye nowadays.
Nekomaru:  “It’s my job to make the impossible possible.”
Yep, that’s there in his final FTE. It’s said with surprisingly little oomph for Nekomaru’s standards, honestly. But clearly the writers later realised that they could take that sentiment, give it a lot more gusto, and make it a really iconic part of another character much like him.
And, from his Island Mode ending scene, there’s these gems:
Nekomaru:  “Stick with me and we won’t just be able to take on the world, we’ll take on space, too!”
Nekomaru:  “Let’s go, Hajime! You and me, we’ll go to the end of the universe!!”
Um, Nekomaru? You’re a sports manager. You have absolutely no business talking about space, of all things.
Yet, apparently the writers just liked the idea of getting across how ridiculously over-the-top he is by having him talk about things on an out-of-this-world level. No wonder they went on to realise they could do an even better job of this by creating a character who could deliver bombastic lines on this same cosmically-overblown scale and mean it all much more literally.
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Possessed Chapter Four: Victory
‘I forgot the living could turn off their consciousnesses for hours at a time.’
Luigi didn’t want to wake up and would’ve gladly sunk back into unconsciousness if he could. King Boo wasn’t letting him though; he wanted to wake the rest of the way up and he was the one in control.
‘It’s probably the one good thing about being alive, you get to take breaks from your mind.’
Fully awake now, Luigi’s head hurt in probably one of the worst headaches he’d had in his entire life. The light was too bright when King Boo opened his eyes and sitting up made him feel dizzy.
They were in a cell, one of a grand total of two in the basement of Peach’s castle. As far as cells went it was probably a nice one even if it was barren, it had even had proper bed, though it wasn’t comfortably by any means. King Boo frowned at all of it though, his experiences with E. Gadd’s boo vault and being trapped in a painting had instilled a very strong dislike of being locked up or confined in anyway.
‘It’s bigger though so I suppose it’s not as bad. We can actually move around some, that’s new. I’d like to know how we got here though.’
We were knocked unconscious. By something that had clearly hit them in the back of the head, judging based off the apex of the headache, and thus there was no way to know who or what had done it.
King Boo made a wordless sound of displeasure both internally and externally. ‘Stupid fragile meat suit.’ He might’ve complained more but before he could…
“Luigi?” Mario was at the cell bars, holding one as he peered in.
Luigi’s mouth twisted into another evil grin as King Boo slid off the bed. “Nope, a little whack on the head ain’t gonna get rid of me.” As he spoke, he strode confidently over to stand in front of Mario.
Mario grimaced but didn’t pull away from the bars. As long as they were there though, he should be safe. “Let my bro go.”
King Boo took great pleasure in saying, “No!”
“Do it or else.”
“Or else what? You’ll beat me up? Torture me? You’d really do that to your brother?”
Mario faltered. “What do you want? What will convince you to let him go?”
“Well, right now I want you to let me out of this cell.” King Boo could probably break out with a little bit of magic and possibly some force but he wanted Mario to be the one to let him out. “And the only thing that’ll convince me to let my puppet go is when I get tired of dealing with it.” ‘I’m still having fun though so don’t expect that any time soon.’ Great, perfect, just wonderful, Luigi’s suffering probably wasn’t anywhere close to being done yet.
“I’m not letting you out until you let him go.” … Did Mario have a plan? He had to, right? He was going to force King Boo out… somehow. Hopefully soon.
‘He can try but he won’t succeed.’ “I don’t think you understand the position he’s in. I’m in control of his body, he feels everything that’s done to it. So, if I were to say… let his meat suit starve to death, he’d feel it. Or what about this?” He pointed at Luigi’s arm, the one Polterpup had bitten. It hurt less now and was bandaged. He poked it, hard enough to awaken some of that pain. “If I rubbed dirt in this, how long do you think it would take for him to die of infection? I’ve heard it’s a pretty painful and slow way to go.”
“You…” Mario tried to interrupted but King Boo kept talking.
“I should be able to keep his body alive beyond what’s natural too, prolonging his suffering. How long do you think I’ll be able to keep that up? And how many of his bones do you think I can get away with breaking without hindering my own…”
STOP! No more, please!  Hadn’t Luigi suffered enough already? He couldn’t bare the thought of going through any of that. Don’t do that to me please! I can’t…. I just… can’t.
King Boo laughed out loud. “If only you could hear his thoughts. He’s begging me not to do that to him because he just can’t. And he’s oh so frightened of me, it’s wonderful.”
Mario glared with far more hate in his eyes than Luigi had ever seen before. “Don’t.”
King Boo stepped closer to the bars, grabbing one as he looked smugly down at Mario. “You going to try to stop me?”
Mario, always the brave one, didn’t back down or even flinch. “Yes. So, don’t worry bro, we’re going to save you. Just hold on, okay?”
Luigi wasn’t sure he could but if anyone could get him out of this, it was Mario. So… he’d try to, not that he could really do anything else anyway.
“You’re going to have to chain me up tight enough that I can’t hurt your brother’s body. And even then, if I struggle enough, I should be able to anyway. And what about my magic, huh? How are you going to stop me from using that to free myself or hurt him? Also, if I absolutely must, I can stop his heart beating whenever I please and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.”
Now Mario did falter, his look of determination wavering, further pulling down Luigi’s own brief hopes of being saved. There… really wasn’t much or anything Mario could do stop King Boo, was there? Unless he had a way to exorcise King Boo this instant, there was no way he wasn’t going to suffer, potentially a lot, and maybe even die. Though, King Boo had already made it clear that that would be his last resort so by the time he did it, it’d probably be end up being a mercy.
“So,” King Boo, continued, reveling in his victory and forcing that feeling onto Luigi to increase his misery, “you’re going to unlock this cell door and let me leave unhindered.” Sealing King Boo’s victory once and for all. “Or I’m going to unbandage this,” he gestured to Luigi’s injured arm again, “and see how much worse I can make it with just my fingers. My suit’s already ruined, more blood on it won’t hurt.” ‘You think if I mess with it enough, I can get you to bleed to death from just this one wound?’
Please don’t. Luigi was already bracing himself for the worst though. In hindsight it made sense that King Boo could and would do such a thing if it could get him what he wanted.
‘I won’t, it’d be far too fast an end. And I like the infection idea more. I was just wondering because I actually don’t know that much about the living anymore, like how much blood you need to survive and stuff. Depending on what your brother does, I might get to learn some things though.’
Luigi never would’ve thought it possible but he was hoping Mario would do as King Boo said. As desperately as he wanted Mario to save him, he didn’t want to be tortured more than he wanted Mario to insist trying right now. He’d always been a coward like that. He wasn’t proud of it he couldn’t change it.
Mario glared at King Boo in silence, both hands gripping the bars now in a tight grasp. What he might be thinking, Luigi couldn’t guess but he could feel King Boo’s pleasure at the look of fury on his face. When he finally did speak it was through gritted teeth. “I hate you.”
“I know but you’re going to let me free anyway unless you’re okay with your brother suffering for a chance at defeating me. I’ll respect you if you are okay with that though, it’s certainly what I would do if I were somehow in your position.”
Those words seemed to break Mario. His shoulders sagged, the anger on his face melted to be more despair. “Fine,” he muttered under his breath after several seconds of defeated silence. He looked down and away for a second or two before looking back up to meet King Boo’s eyes again, with renewed determination. “Don’t think this means you win forever though. Luigi, I’m still going save you, okay? It’s just going to be a bit harder than I initially thought but I promise, I’ll do it as soon as possible.”
Luigi would’ve hugged him if he could and thanked him for acquiescing for now as well as for the promise. Mario had always been good at keeping his promises so honestly, he a had a bit more hope.
‘It’s foolish to believe he’ll save you,’ King Boo said with a scoff. Luigi didn’t care what he had to say about it though.
Mario turned and left, presumably to get the keys. When he returned to unlock the cell, his determination remained as he glared at King Boo, unafraid.
King Boo grinned at him as he strode out of the cell. His evil glee in the moment was almost overwhelming as it washed over Luigi – ‘sharing’ a body with an evil person was horrendous in more ways than he ever would’ve predicted. His victory here was so utterly complete, he was he let free of his confinement by his captor, he barely even had to do anything. He couldn’t have asked for a better way to rub it in Luigi’s face or Mario’s.
To rub it in even further he stuck Luigi’s tongue out at Mario and lifted his hands to either side of his head, making L’s with them; the universal sign of calling someone a loser. It was so childish, it was almost funny in the context of how messed up this situation was and how evil King Boo was. … King Boo didn’t care about being childish though; he was the victor here so he could do whatever he pleased. He even half-skipped his way out of the dungeon area.
They didn’t encounter anyone else, not even a passing toad, on their way up and out the rear of the castle. That was probably for the best, Luigi didn’t want King Boo to be tempted to hurt anyone should they try to stop him.
Luigi’s car was still where King Boo had parked it, making it easy to circle round to it and find. Where to now? Luigi asked with a mental sigh as King Boo hopped in.
‘Uh…’ King Boo paused, holding Luigi’s hand on the ignition. ‘I don’t actually know. I didn’t think this idea would work so I didn’t plan for anything beyond  this point. … You don’t have any more friends, do you?’
Not really. Unlike Mario, he’d always been bad at making friends.
‘Heh, pathetic. I guess we’ll just have to find something fun to do then.’ With a laugh, he started the car and drove away.
That was fine though. Luigi wasn’t being physically tortured and Mario had promised to save him as soon as possible so. He just had to sit tight and be patient for now, everything would turn out okay in the end… hopefully.
There’s more to this story, I’m actively working it. But it’s more a part 2 due to it being so different, y’all will see why if/when you read the next part when it comes out. It’s either gonna be a sequel or just a part two, which here on tumblr is only gonna effect how I title the chapters.
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Why Are We (Best) Friends?
Warnings: excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humor, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.
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Chapter Five: Fuck You
The Present.
“How much do you remember?” Remus nagged the next morning as Patton bustled around his room getting dressed.
“I wasn’t black out drunk!” Patton retaliated, “I remember everything.” Patton wasn’t, and he’ll say it again, not a lightweight. No. Not that the thought offended him in any way shape or form. “I mean, it’s fuzzy, but still,” he mumbled into his shirt as he pulled it off over his head.
“So… Logan knows and now probably the others…” Remus clutched the rumpled bed sheets, his eyes stretched wide to accommodate all his stress. Waiting for the floorboards to open their jaws and swallow him, chew and spit him out again, he stared at it expectantly. He’d rather bleed to death from splintery teeth than deal with this right now, and he wouldn’t have to if he resembled mashed potatoes. This fucking stress. This guilt.
“I’m over thirty years old! It’s normal, having a drink with a friend!” Patton dismissed with a wave of his hand, swatting Remus’s very real, very valid concerns away. Not entirely unusual. That is, if they were talking about something as trivial as why Mother Nature created hyenas the way she did. Poor things, childbirth was already messy enough.
“They shouldn’t be so shocked. Now where’s my—” Patton whisked around the room looking for a change of clothes, and Jesus, he needed to clean his room. He found his one clean polo wedged behind his wardrobe. Remus thought he was entirely too concerned about clothes when everything had been fundamentally fucked up yesterday. Clothes were overrated, anyway.
“Why did you…?” Remus couldn’t help but ask. Trying to make sense of things was a new hobby of his. He was still an amateur. Patton pulled his fresh polo on, and Remus tried to ask again hoping he’d succeed with one less distraction.
“Why did you admit we’re friends to Logan?”
Patton just looked at him like he was crazy. Crazier than he thought. “Because we are? I had just been talking about how I need to stop pretending we're not friends. Do you really think I’d go back on my word so quickly?” He said incredulously. “Hey, I think I left my hoodie under the bed again. Could you pass it?”
Remus did retrieve the garment from beneath the bed, checking there were no cobwebs or spiders on it. Then he held it, frozen. Remus rivalled Virgil when it came to thinking of worst case scenarios, only Remus wasn’t normally scared by them. Now… Remus knew he’d someday ruin everything for Patton. Ruin it like he ruins everything. That’s what happens when you’re the embodiment of bad ideas. It’s not fun anymore when he’s ruining something, someone, he actually cares about.
He just wanted Patton to be happy…
Hands rested on his shoulders, comforting and solid. “Look at me,” Patton hushed. Remus did.
Since when did his eyes twinkle like that?
“I don’t regret it, Remus,” Patton said sternly. “I can’t afford to spend every sober moment regretting everything.” Patton smiled. “I want good memories, however few.” His eyes crinkled in that simple, rare way you’d hope to see well worn into his skin one day. That private smile was for Remus.
Patton gently took the hoodie and wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape. “I’m gonna need some tequila for this.”
Oh god.
(}ï{)
Now how was Patton supposed to break the news? He chickened out at breakfast, and he chickened out at lunch, now it was dinner. There was chicken on the table and no room for more than one. God, it felt like coming out of the closet all over again. Think, what would Remus do?
“I’m not a virgin,” Patton blurted.
Oh yes, very subtle.
Cutlery clattered and clanged combined with collective choked coughing.
That didn’t quite come across how he had wanted it to. Perhaps Patton was drunker than he thought and he didn’t need that extra liquid courage right before dinner after all. He had been aiming for tipsy, like usual, when he had taken a few shots this morning.
(He didn’t know how to get through a whole day entirely sober anymore. Wake up, get dressed, have a couple shots, brush your teeth, have breakfast— it was routine. When sober, he hardly had the energy to maintain his act, but when tipsy, he was just delirious enough for his insanity to come across as jovial joy.
Yes, that did mean Patton was living with a constant hangover.
And no, he could not find the strength to care.)
Perhaps he had overshot it with his nerves making him lose count.
All well, it served the same purpose.
Last time, anyway, Patton had just blurted that he thought guys were attractive, and it turned out fine. (Which went something along the lines of:
“Boys are hot.”
“Duh.”
“They are indeed glorious creatures.”
“I can confirm that that is a factual statement.”)
Why should it work any different this time?
Wait, why is no one saying anything?
Patton looked around at his fellow sides, and they all looked like they saw a creepy crawly death dealer sitting comfortably on his head.
“Did you hear me?”
As their brains caught up, Virgil and Roman both spluttered, “What?!” There was another brief silence before the information caught up to Logan, and he too followed with a small, “What?”
Bewildered, Virgil and Roman’s heads snapped around at Logan. “You mean— you didn’t…?”
“No,” Logan said, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I dreamt what I saw yesterday,” Logan eventually said. All of the colour was drained from him. “Yeah, I know, so surprising how articulate I can be when I’m drunk,” Patton half joked defensively.
“Do you know what virgin even means, Patton?” Roman asked slowly, hoping this was one of Patton’s hilarious misunderstandings. Patton sighed. “It means someone who hasn’t had sex before. And I have. So I’m not,” he said, beginning to curl in on himself. He felt trapped like an insect enveloped in a water droplet, not strong enough to break the surface tension.
“With you always expecting me to be honest I wouldn’t have thought you’d be so surprised when I actually am,” Patton observed bitterly. Something about the mention of truthfulness struck a nerve in Virgil, resulting in a false epiphany. “Deceit?” Virgil said sceptically. The glare pressing on Patton made him feel like he nearly lost his footing despite not moving an inch.
“Wha— no, I'm not Janus!” Patton said incredulously. “Not that being Janus is a bad thing,” he added under his breath. Patton wouldn’t be offended to be compared to Janus under normal circumstances. However in this situation, he was put off by the negative connotations Virgil was associating with Janus.
“That sounds like something Deceit would say,” Roman mused.
“Oh, you want proof? Fine! Janus!” Patton summoned. A very discombobulated Janus appeared, much to the others’ surprise. “I know exactly what’s going on,” he lied.
“You are Janus, I am Patton, correct?” Patton snapped. “...No?” Janus said, utterly confused. Slightly scared too.
“See?” Patton pleaded. Meanwhile, Janus glanced around at everyone else’s faces screwed up in confusion and some other indecipherable glob of emotions Janus deemed safe to assume as anger. “Jesus, good luck,” he muttered to Patton, and he promptly sank out.
“We just never thought— you always were so pure—”
“Because that’s what was expected from me!” Patton heaved a breath, pushing back his tears. “I committed adultery! There! I said it— and no, I don’t mean adulthood,” he announced. Those words felt like screaming in a claustrophobic space. Stretching, stuffed into a suitcase, and feeling the unforgiving, unrelenting walls. It felt like breathing in the vacuum of space.
“I knew as soon as I broke that perfect, innocent image of me you have, you wouldn’t react well. And guess what? You’re acting exactly like I expected you to!” He screamed. With another sharp, trembly breath, he vented all his frustrations out to people other than Remus for the first time.
He lost it.
“You’ve always treated me like a fucking child even though I’m the oldest. Telling me to shut up and let the adults talk, and this is a grown up conversation, or oh, you wouldn’t get it Patton even. Always sheltering, patronising me as if I’m not over thirty fucking years old,” a lump formed in his throat. “I’m Thomas’s heart. Where do you think his feelings of lust come from?!” Miserable strings of choked back words wound up like a ball of yarn into an incomprehensible howl that tumbled out of Patton.
“When I learnt what repression means, it sounded like something that perhaps wasn’t the best thing for me to keep doing, an-and I thought you’d want me to stop. That you’d be happy for me if I did,” he whimpered.
“W-we did! We are!” Roman quickly jumped in. “It’s just… just not— you… um, listen Padre, uh we,” he faltered. Looking to Logan for guidance, they just found him lost in his head, eyebrows scrunched, grimacing.
“Hold on, if it wasn’t us then it had to have been a dark side,” Virgil finally realised. Roman gasped, and Logan grimaced harder.
“I’m also an alcoholic?” Patton said in an attempt to quickly distract. It distracted them alright, only their reactions were just as bad or worse. It sent them all into a senseless squabble.
“So there was no consent then?” Virgil spoke up, mildly horrified.
What the fuck did he just hear?
Jaw slacked, breath fumbling, all Patton could hear for a moment was his thudding heart before a feeble, “Of course there was,” escaped him. “I can think for myself I-I-I’m not a child I…” And he looked like he'd just been stabbed, they saw. Between his ribs, the knife twisted, locking the blade in and exuding pressure. Because no, they’re not letting his blood spill. Can’t have carpet stains now, can they?
“He must have been manipulating you. Making you valuable with— with drinking and taking advantage of you,” Virgil said, seeming almost concerned for him. “He’s a dark side, he can’t genuinely care about you. It’s the only explanation,” Roman agreed rather bluntly.
His ears must be broken.
Patton’s eyes glistened. “How could you say that?” The watery wimper scraped his throat. “He’s my friend.” Patton wouldn’t let a tear fall; he refused. Only his true friends were allowed to see him that valuable.
“This— this isn’t— please just listen, please! I just wanted to be more honest with you all, an-and I was hoping yo-you’d accept our friendship…” Patton finished lamely.
“He is a dark side, Patton,” they said. “We are your friends,” they said. “We are the ones who really care about you,” they said. Lying was wrong, they had said. Hypocrites.
Mouth helplessly clamped shut, his thoughts ricketed around his skull like a brick in a washing machine. He wouldn’t have had to resort to alcoholism if they hadn’t made him bottle his feelings. Remus would never hurt him, he’s a good friend! Patton has been by his side when Remus was so fucking high, he didn’t even recognise him, and not for one moment did he even consider hurting him in any way! Remus cares. Maybe this whole thing was one big mistake. Patton always belonged with the others, not Virgil. And if Virgil had already made the switch over, then it was his turn. Patton had thought, hey, maybe I’m wrong. They’re my friends; they love me. But he was wrong. Stupid, nieve Patton being wrong, who knew.
Remus wouldn’t treat him like this.
Reverting to his last resort, Patton pleaded, “How can Thomas love himself if he can’t accept himself? If you can’t accept us?”
Completely unmoved, they held up their hands to address him as a scared, dumb animal. Their voice tweaked into a tone used for gently scorning a toddler, “It’s okay, Patton. It’s not your fault he’s manipulated you. We can help. He doesn’t have to use you anymore, we can do this together—”
“F-fuck you. Fuck. You. Bastards.”
As he sunk down, Patton called back one last thing, “By the way, Roman.
I fucked your brother.”
(}ï{)
Why? Why, why, why, why, why— It’s all Logan could think the whole time. It just didn’t compute, no matter how valiantly he tried to understand. Why why why why why?!
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Enola Holmes, it’s a movie
I kinda had to do this review because some people on instagram just won’t SHUT UP about it. (This is not a calling out nor a bad thing) Oh yeah, SPOILERS. Anyway, Enola Holmes, a movie about Sherlock’s little sister being a detective of her own, who doesn’t need no useless man. You can guess where this is going. The movie constantly portrays men as bumbling useless idiots and women as awesome and strong. It’s not as present as… other movies, but the message is definitely there. I’m getting ahead of myself. First off, there are some good things to point out. Millie Bobby Brown was great in this movie. She does emotional scenes, action scenes and makes it look easy. The fact that this movie works at all is because of her acting. Also I really enjoyed the music. The score was very fitting for a lighthearted mystery adventure. Now the movie starts faltering in story structure, there’s two main plot lines about her missing mother and a murder plot. Now at first this seems like a classic Sherlock Holmes mystery where two plot threads seem unrelated but tie up together in the end. But the movie does a very poor job of placing them with each other, being a lot more focused on the murder plot, and possibly made her mother missing so that Enola would have a motive to leave. And when they tried to connect the murder to the mothers disappearance at the end, it feels cheap and inauthentic because it is, they tried to tie two unrelated things together. The next issue of the movie is the feminism angle, I for one am SO TIRED of feminist movies trying to force-feed us their ideologies. Fortunately, Enola Holmes isn’t so obsessed with this agenda that it becomes destructive to itself, *cough cough* CHARLIE’S ANGELS 2019 *cough cough* if the only way you can tell your message is ramming the idea down everyones throats, you may want to take a writing course. Wonder Woman was a movie that didn’t have to keep repeating ‘Women good, men bad’ to get it’s message across and be a good movie. The nicest thing that’s said about any male character is that he’s ‘Not entirely an idiot’ and even then that had to be said by the guy who’s name I’m not even going to try to remember, about himself. Also, there are so many lines peppered around this movie about things like ‘don’t be thrown off your way by anyone, especially men’ This is all being done in that interest of female empowerment, which is great, but this movie, like so many other feminist products, that you don’t have tp drag men down to build women up. But with many filmmakers, this seems to be the only arrow in their quiver when doing a project like this.The concept of making the men idiots so that women can succeed is an insult to everyone. If you follow that train of thought, it’s telling you that women can’t compete with competent men, which really tells you about the “progressiveness” in movies these days. Now, thankfully, it doesn’t hammer the nail as hard as horrible movies have done. Mycroft is there to represent the idea that women should only be what men want them to be or what society wants them to be, not really original there. And I honestly cannot big the fact that Mycroft would force Enola to be “acceptable for society” and Sherlock wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Aren’t these the Holmes brothers? The way-too-clever-to-do-normal-human-stuff Holmes brothers? The brothers who disregard social norms in favour of Justice? And just IMAGINE saying “You haven’t any hope of understanding any of this” to SHERLOCK HOLMES. IMAGINE TELLING THE SHERLOCK HOLMES THAT HE HAS NO HOPE OF UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING YOU DO.
During her search for her mother, Enola discovers that her mother is part of… something. It’s never given name of context, we just know she’s fighting for women rights, and we should root for her. She was, in fact, part of the Suffragettes, an old movement fighting for women rights to vote. Y’know, the people who would bomb churches and houses, tried to storm parliament, and jump into horse races to die for feminism. I know the way I’m describing it seems like they’re the bad guys, but they’re not, they just had a violent way of getting women rights. The movie, however, treats this movement as something dark and disturbing, as if her mother is doing something wrong. And the worst part is, they never contextualise anything behind what her mother is involved in, just ‘women rights’. For those unaware of the suffragettes, it would seem like the mother is part of a terrorist group or something.
There’s a scene where She has to fight an assassin, and I was expecting her to completely demolish him, as feminist movies do. But instead she realised she couldn’t overpower him at the end, and had to use her wits to escape, and that was a nice touch of something a little easier to buy into. At least she’s not another bland, emotionless feminist who dose’t have to work for anything and is just good at everything. *cough cough* MULAN 2020 *cough cough*
To me the flimsiest part of the movie was the ending. Where Enola’s mother just appears and gives a vague ‘to protect you’ speech, which is somehow supposed to tie into female empowerment, which felt really unnecessary and forced. And the reason behind her disappearance should be concluded at this point, and it is, but then it isn’t. I guess the screenwriters wanted Enola to be independent, while sequel baiting us, but there’s no real reason why the mother can’t be around.
It’s this ending that completely undermines everything that Enola Holmes goes through in the rest of the story. The purpose of the story is how she comes into her own as a detective, rivaling the skills of her brother. Which she somewhat accomplishes. But what we end up with, however, is a hodgepodge of situations, that never connect and an ending that is a total letdown. Enola going along with her mother’s vague reasoning is totally unlike the inquisitive and rational woman we saw through out. And the Suffragette movement never getting an explanation, made absolutely no sense, given its connection to the main story.
In the end, it’s not a bad move, especially compared to other movies trying to spread the same message, the whole female empowerment thing was holding the movie back in my opinion, I wanted a movie about a detective that just happened to be female, not a female detective that don’t need no useless man.
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Omg I just thought of something really cute for the anon that wanted parents!petermj : their son is starting kindergarten and peter dressed up as spiderman and spy on him to make sure he’s okay and mj gets Mad at him for not letting their son breathe
HI! once again!! an old prompt that has taken me a LONG ASS TIME to get out there, but I was on a roll and was I N S P I R E D !! I hope you enjoy this!!
Here’s about 1.7k of cute parent stuff bc I can’t NOT go overboard on writing
It was a day Peter had been dreading for some time now. A day he’d hoped would take just a little bit longer to come, that he’d have more time to prepare.
The first day of school.
Not his, of course.
It was Benjamin’s.
His very first day of kindergarten, to be exact. The beginning of his educational career; a long, twelve year journey; one that would hopefully guide him smoothly into the troubled world of adulthood. Monday through Friday, little Ben would be at school from about 8:40 AM to 3:00 PM, learning to read and write—though, he’d gotten a head start thanks to daycare and living with two walking brains—and hopefully take away some basic social skills from interacting with children his age. Sure, he’d had some of that experience, but those other kids were related to him. This was different.
It wasn’t like it was the first time Ben would be out of the apartment for long periods of time. MJ and Peter both had full-time jobs, so a high quality daycare was more than necessary.
But school… public school was another ball game altogether. And Peter couldn’t help the pit of dread that was swirling and sloshing in his stomach.
What if the other kids were mean to Ben? What if he had an allergic reaction to something?
(He didn’t have any allergies, doctor confirmed, but… you never know, anything was possible in kindergarten).
What if he tripped and fell on the playground during recess and broke his leg? What if all of Peter’s—Spider-Man’s enemies found out which school his kid went to and—
He didn’t want to finish that thought.
“You’re thinking way too much into this, Mother Hen,” MJ had said, grabbing her books and keys. “Don’t worry. Ben will be fine.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry, Peter, okay?” She turned, finally making steady eye contact, her gaze unwavering.
He looked down, pursing his lips. “I—… I’ll try….”
If only there was a way that Peter could check up on—
Wait.
Michelle’s eyes widened slightly. “No. No no no no no I know that look. That’s your ‘bad idea’ look. Don’t you dare follow him.”
God, she could read him so well.
He sputtered. “What are you talking about? I’m not gonna follow him?? Why would I— I cannot believe you would think that… that I would do anything like that?”
Quirking a brow at him, she sighs before rolling her eyes, shaking her head as a small half-smile pulled at her lips. “You better not.”
Okay, maybe he should have been more conscious about the non-use of contractions in that sentence.
Peter Parker was many things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them.
But he didn’t technically lie when he told her he wouldn’t follow him.
Because… it wasn’t technically following. Ben had to get to school somehow, and Peter just happened to be the parent that was dropping him off. He returned home promptly after!
Putting on the suit when he gets back is just part of his perfectly normal morning/mid-afternoon routine.
And Ben’s school just happens to be on one of the routes Peter likes to take.
It was all just pure coincidence.
Spider-Man was currently perched atop the school building, super suit and all, watching quietly as his five-year-old son played on the monkey bars with a few other kids.
Good; so he was making friends!
Nothing exciting was happening, not that Peter expected it. He was only there just in case something by chance, were to… well… happen.
It was all perfectly normal.
After all, what parent would pass up the chance to check on their kids if they could do what Peter could?
All was quiet on the playground front.
When the final recess bell sounded, Peter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He was almost in the clear, just about to leave when he saw the tiny little hand waving up at him from the swingset, Ben’s little voice shouting, “Hi Spider-Man!”
Obviously, Peter waved back, he wasn’t a monster, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was not necessarily all that great that he was spotted.
See, Ben didn’t really understand that his dad was the Spider-Man. In his mind, they were two separate entities.
No, he hadn’t realized yet that his father was also numbers three and four on his list of favorite people in the entire world; Spider-Man and Santa Claus.
(Of course, Mom—MJ, is number one; Dad—Peter, is number two. No contest.)
Now, there is a plan to eventually tell their son. After all, his dad being a crime fighting vigilante isn’t something a parent can just… stop doing when the kid turns eight or so, letting the belief just fizzle out. It’s something that will need to be addressed soon; just, maybe not when Ben is at the age where he’s telling everyone he meets all of their family secrets.
(Okay, maybe telling the kids at daycare that his granddad has diabetes wasn’t a Spider-Man level secret, but they couldn’t take any chances.)
Peter knows that this—this little spying stunt he’s pulled—could come up later, judging by how excited Ben got when he saw the familiar red and blue suit just chilling on the roof of his school.
At this point, he’s just hoping and praying that the kids do something more exciting in class that can draw all of the attention.
Luckily for Peter, the rest of the day flies by; he stops a few shoplifters here and there, making sure to grab some pictures for the Daily Bugle while he’s at it. He makes sure to swing by home before he picks Ben up, changing into normal civilian clothes before driving over.
“Daddy!” Ben, of course, rushes to wrap his tiny arms around his father’s knees, squeezing with all of his might.
Peter laughs, bending down the best way he can to hug his son back. “Hey, little dude! How was the first day?”
“Good!” he grins. “I drew a picture!” He pulls back, fumbling with his backpack and pulling out a sheet of paper, nearly every color of crayon marked all over it.
But the blue and red is unmistakable.
“It’s Spider-Man!” The little boy says proudly, holding the picture out for his dad to take.
Peter, though he begins to panic only a little on the inside, smiles back. “Very cool.”
“Yeah! I saw him today!” The way Ben positively beams up at him, giving the literal sun a run for its money, pulls at Peter’s heartstrings. But the feeling dissolves, his eyes widening slightly, as soon as he realizes what will happen Ben shows his picture to MJ.
He helps Ben put the picture back in the little bag, lowering his voice to a comically whisper. “Hey, bud, let’s not show this to Mommy right when we get home, okay? Let’s surprise her!”
Peter figures he can just hide the picture for a few days before putting it on the fridge, all to avoid any suspicion. No big deal. Piece of cake.
What MJ doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Ben, of course being five and not realizing at all what is going on, nods enthusiastically as he takes his dad’s hand.
And for a while, Peter almost thinks he’s in the clear.
He’s so close.
It’s at the dinner table though, that his own son betrays him.
“I saw Daddy at school today!” Ben says through a mouthful of spaghetti.
MJ’s fork freezes before it reaches her mouth, her eyes moving to her husband in an instant. “Oh, really?” She asks slowly.
Peter stops, eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he feels MJ’s glare burning into him.
“Yeah,” Ben nods thoroughly. “He picked me up!”
And again, the tension leaves Peter’s body as he lets the breath he’d been holding in anticipation.
A gentle smile breaks across MJ’s features as she turns her attention back to the pasta on her plate.
Whew. That was close.
“And I saw Spider-Man at recess, too!”
Shit.
Well, Peter was certainly in for it tonight.
“I wanna say I’m surprised, but honestly,” MJ had thankfully waited until Ben’s bedtime to say anything, Though, while it was good for their son, Peter was filled with every anxiety known to man waiting for this conversation. “Yeah, honestly, I’m not.”
She doesn’t seem that mad, from what he can tell.
He thinks.
Then again, he’s kind of oblivious. Has been for a while, so he could be completely wrong.
“Are you on something?” she asks, finally facing him, a brow raised in question, stare calculating. “What could have possibly made you think that spying on him was a good idea?”
“I mean, it’s not technically spying—”
“Not technically spying?”
Peter falters, suddenly feeling very small. “Well, I mean—I was just… just watching him. From the roof. And—… well… he didn’t… know… I… was there…”
“Yeah, so… spying.”
He gulps. “When you put it that way… yeah…”
“Peter,” MJ groans, running a frustrated hand over her face. “We talked about this. Literally this morning.”
“I know, I know,” He sighs, plopping himself down on the edge of the bed. “I just… got so worried. I don’t know. I know that he’s safe and all… but… It’s just so fast and—”
Maybe it was the way he seemed to shrink after that, the genuine worry and concern in his tone, or the way his eyes seemed to do that whole puppy-dog thing they always did, but… okay, MJ wasn’t made of stone.
She lets out a breath, releasing tension as she sits herself next to him, bumping her shoulder to his. “Hey, I know it’s scary. Believe me, I’m scared, too. He’s growing up… But…”
Peter looks up at her. “But?”
“You have to let the kid breathe. Let him grow. He’s gotta have a couple of non-successes before he can… well, succeed. If that makes sense.”
His lips quirk up into a smile. “Non-successes? You mean failures?”
“Hey, I’m trying to be positive. Shut up.”
He playfully nudges her, sighing again. “No, I’m kidding. I get it. I need to back off. No more helicopter Spider-Dad.”
“Not saying you can’t help him at all… Just…” she starts again, looking him dead on. “Promise me you’ll be more chill about it. And less…” She pauses, eyeing him, carefully choosing her next word. “Creepy? Maybe try that?”
He laughs at that, nodding. “Yeah. Sure. Okay. I’ll give that a shot.”
The corner of her lip quirks upward into a half-smile. “Good,” she leans in, planting a sound kiss on his lips. “Because if I hear about Spider-Man spying on our son again, there will be hell to pay.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.”
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eidolon-azii · 4 years
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Imagine Hirato tell Tsukitachi about the alternate universe, I believe whether when Hirato back from the universe and when he still in the universe, Tsukitachi reaction will be the same, by laughing non stop
OMG, yes, Tsuki-chan would have the most fun with this. In the new universe where Hirato wakes to a naked Akari, Tsuki-chan is called in because if something about Hirato’s ID can warp space-time, Akari will want another captain-level ID to use as a control. He’ll want to see what’s changed. 
And Tsuki-chan would also think that Hirato’s joking at first. But then he realizes that Akari wouldn’t know a joke if it bit him in the ass (though he can be very dry and witty at times). So, he comes around and starts working with them to figure out how to set things right again.
While Akari’s out running tests on their IDs, Hirato and Tsukitachi hang out in the doctor’s office and drink all the wine he keeps stocked for Ryoushi. Hirato doesn’t ordinarily talk about the intimate moments in his life, but the redhead asks how he figured out he was in a different universe. And so Hirato explains where he woke up, and how. This is the funniest shit the First Captain has ever heard, apparently, because he balls himself up in the corner of the couch, he’s laughing so hard. I mean, tears are forming at the corners of his eyes. He can picture exactly how murderous Akari-chan looked when he figured out that this Hirato was not his lover. 
“It’s not that funny,” the brunet says, sighing deeply as he takes another sip of wine. “He must have been quite upset; he certainly treated me like a stranger.” 
Tsuki gives his friend a knowing look. “You are a stranger. Well, just another colleague at any rate.” 
“I know.” Hirato cards a hand through his hair. “He’s unfamiliar to me too, actually.” 
The First Captain responds with a shrewd, “You never could stand it when Akari-chan treated you like everyone else. Been like that since you met him, since you saw him.” 
“I know that too.”
Tsukitachi continues, “But you’re right. This Akari-chan is a stranger to you.” He smirks like the devil. “Anything you wanna know about him, or how you got together, then? I can tell you how to romance him in your dimension.”
Hirato smiles. “No need. I’m confident I’ll succeed in laying my claim.” 
“Don’t know why he’s treating you like a stranger, now that I think about it. You sure act like the caveman he’s always accusing you of being.” 
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Meanwhile in the original universe, Hirato wakes alone in his bed. He, too, figures out fairly quickly what’s going on. He goes straight to Akari so they can fix whatever’s gone wrong. The researcher greets him with a flying IV stand and a litany of vitriol. Hearing the captain’s story only makes him even more furious. He complains about how he’s got no time at all to even breathe, let alone play games. How come Hirato always makes more work for him, hmm? And the captain’s lost his goddamn mind if he thinks Akari would ever deign to go to bed with him. What utter nonsense. Leave, now! 
But this Hirato has retained all his memories of their relationship. He says, “You have a faint birthmark on your upper thigh. Half an inch long and a few shades darker than your skin.” He chuckles. “It’s in the shape of a triangle, but you get so annoyed because I tell you it looks like you got a heart tattooed there.” 
“What?” the blond barks. “How did–” and then he falters. 
Oh, Hirato’s definitely got the researcher’s attention now. And goodness, isn’t a befuddled and mildly alarmed Akari the most adorable thing? “You’re far from annoyed when my teeth scrape against it, though. In fact, that patch of skin is so unbearably sensitive that your breath hitches even when I touch you over your clothes.” He leans in closer, not quite invading the other’s space, but almost. “Am I getting warmer, doctor dearest?”
Akari suddenly gasps. A blush colors his cheeks, and the tips of his ears are bright red. The doctor backs away from Hirato, ostensibly losing all capacity for speech as he tries to get some grip on the situation. “You unbelievable bastard,” he growls, but it lacks any bite. It’s clear he’s more shocked than angry. And his brain is spinning at breakneck speeds; this too is obvious. 
Hirato would love nothing better than to kiss him, to make him speechless in an entirely different manner, but he only bows politely. “So you see Akari-san, we have a much more intimate relationship in my dimension. I’m certain you’ll understand that I should like to return to my lover as soon as possible.” A laugh. “He’s not the patient sort.” 
Needless to say, Akari doesn’t think it’s some protracted farce anymore. But he does have a hard time working alongside Hirato. He keeps sneaking glances at the brunet and insists on putting more distance between them than is warranted. Naturally, this is him denying the fact that he has feelings for the captain, but Hirato lets it slide. He knows there’s been a lot for both of them to take in today. 
Tsukitachi is called in for the same reason – a control for the captain’s ID. Once again, Akari leaves the two together while he runs a bunch of tests. 
In this universe, Tsuki-chan thinks it’s hilarious that his best friend is not getting any sex for a while. He has no doubt that in the other universe, Hirato and Akari-chan are going at it like bunnies. He’s not at all surprised that his two best friends are lovers in another dimension; he expects they’ll end up the same here too. Still, it’s funny as hell watching Akari-chan get all flustered every time Hirato’s in the same room. And it’s similarly wonderful to see the Second Captain get all lovestruck every time the doctor does something cute. 
They have a good conversation in this universe too. Hirato is, as ever, reluctant to reveal details of his personal life, but Tsukitachi does learn that he’s responsible for getting them together. In fact, the brunet finally figured out that his friend kept throwing tea parties to make the other two spend time together. Eventually, Akari-chan stopped throwing things and getting screechy and mean every time the captain said something teasing and sly. The latter, for his part, started letting more and more sincerity shine through. By the time Hirato told the doctor he was beautiful at one rather memorable tea party, it was clear to all three that he meant it. 
The brunet never reveals how he and Akari ended up in bed together, though. He tells Tsukitachi that the First Captain only realized when he walked in on them mid-kiss. Akari-chan definitely threw stuff at him that day. The Tsukitachi in that world thinks his migraines are a result of being beaned so hard with a clipboard. 
Just then, Akari rushes into the room and scolds them for sitting around and drinking when they should be trying to figure out if Hirato’s ID has behaved any differently from Tsukitachi’s in the last 48 hours. “Do I have to do everything?” he growls, eyes flashing in pique. “Are you not worried about a tear in the very fabric of the cosmos itself? Or are you so feckless that even something as momentous as this is met with lassitude and apathy?” 
As he gets up off the couch, the brunet whispers to his friend, “He’s so cute in this universe.” 
“Is your Akari-chan not as cute?” Tsukitachi asks. I mean, it’s a fair question. He’s always thought that Hirato would deem anything Akari-chan does as “cute,” in any universe. 
The brunet grins. “He is, but the most salient characteristic of my Akari is that he is positively ravishing.”
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captainkilly · 6 years
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so I have actually two prompts to ask (1) something happens to Karen and she ends up in the hospital (2) anything domestically fluffy PS: I'm sorry if this is to much to ask, so if you want to do just one I'm okay with that 😍💖 (but let it be the first one 😂). And thank you sooo much!!💖💖
Thank you for sending this in, oh my goodness! This has been a blast to write -- I decided to opt for 1 and add in sprinkles of 2, how about that? ;) Also, if this prompt is your jam I’ve got one other (older) fic of mine you might like! Though Death Be More Kind fits this bill perfectly, if you haven’t read it yet. ^^As for your prompt... I hope you’ll enjoy this!
Her ears are still ringing.
She winces at the high-pitched whining tone that has wormed its way into her eardrums. Wonders if the quiet in the room around her is setting it off even further, or if she just permanently suffered some damage to her eardrums from that explosion.
The fact that she’s more concerned about damage to her hearing than about the varying cuts and bruises on her body is probably a testament to how good hospital painkillers can be when they work.
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” says a voice somewhere to her right as she cracks one eye open and lets out a groan at the harsh light overhead. There’s something familiar about its mellow-toned sound that’s buried deep in her subconscious. She tries to remember what it is by furrowing her brow and attempting to turn her head. Regrets the decision almost immediately when her stomach rolls uncomfortably and bile rises in the back of her throat. The voice sounds concerned about her wellbeing in the next few seconds. “Try not to move too much, okay?”
“M-Micro?” she breathes, finally remembering the name that eluded her before. Croaks out his name and winces at the rough quality of her own voice. Her throat feels like sandpaper. There’s a burn in it that doesn’t subside even after she swallows half a dozen times. She blinks both eyes open now. “W-what?”
“Well, at least your brain still works,” assesses the man. She thinks she detects a sliver of approval in his tone, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “Rather a sticky situation you landed in. Big explosion, too. You got lucky.”
“Don’t remember.”
It’s only half a lie. There are some holes where her knowledge of last night is supposed to be. She remembers chasing a story. Remembers something about an arms deal going horribly wrong. Definitely remembers the explosion. Is a little hazy about the details. Certainly doesn’t recall how she wound up with needles in her arm and bandages wrapped around various body parts. Her head is swimming. Her stomach flips a somersault as she moves her eyes slowly to the right.
“You look ridiculous,” she croaks out when she gets her first good look at the man. “Seriously. Did you get dressed in the dark?”
Micro raises his piercing blue eyes from the bag he’s holding for a second to fix her with a half-smile. His curly hair is tucked haphazardly into an oversized beanie, he is wearing two scarves that clash horribly with one another in colour, and Karen is pretty sure that he is the only person in her life who’ll don a kimono and hoodie at the same time. He looks just a little too much on the side of kooky for anyone to take seriously. She supposes that’s the entirety of why he chooses to dress that way. If there’s one thing she’s learned about the man, it’s that he thrives off being underestimated.
There’s something else that’s bugging her.
“How did you..?” She gestures haphazardly, groaning as even the smallest movement makes her muscles ache in protest. “Hospital?”
“I’m listed as your first emergency contact,” he shares conversationally while throwing half the contents of her bedside table into the bag. She blinks at that. Huh. “I’m your doddering older brother, Dan Page. I do not trust medical professionals and it took one of the nurses five minutes to explain to me that you were not going to die.” He smirks at that. “I swiped her keycard and half a dozen pain medications while she was preoccupied.”
It hurts to smile, but Karen can’t help break out into a small grin at that.
“There you go.” Micro sounds almost relieved to see her smile, brittle and more teeth than feeling though it may be, and he pats her hand reassuringly. “Dan Page is here to bail you out.”
She frowns at that. “Bail me out?”
“Well, you’ve only got a concussion and three broken bones and a whole lot of stitches.” He shrugs as if all he’s done is announce the weather. “Nothing some rest back home can’t fix. I’ve commandeered a wheelchair. You’ll be fine.”
“Jesus,” she mutters, then, catching on to all the things Micro is not saying, “he’s going spare, isn’t he?”
Micro has the grace to wince. “Like one of my kids' fucking wind-up toys,” he affirms. “I have half a mind to knock him out and check if there’s some kind of battery removal function.”
The laugh that bubbles up in her belly has her wincing in pain. White-hot agony shoots through her as the laugh escapes her lungs and stabs the air around her haltingly. She hisses as her throat clamps down on the bile that keeps on threatening to spew forth from her. Micro’s cool hand finds her brow seconds later. She moans in contentment as his hand stays on her feverish skin. Closes her eyes and lets the dark sink back in.
*
Karen Page sometimes wonders when exactly her life got to this point. She thinks even her longstanding bad luck charm for trouble must one day just.. run out. It has to. Keeps thinking that maybe it will as she gets older, but is somehow left dodging bullets and running away from danger more often than she can count.
Not that she’ll be doing any running any time soon.
A whimper escapes her as she inhales a little too noisily and her ribcage beats a steady protest against the motion. Oh, she’s going to kill Micro once she’s able to sit up without wanting to vomit. Vows to do some serious damage to the man so he can find out for himself that half the painkillers he swiped from the hospital don’t work well enough. She moans out a curse as the ceiling finally coalesces into a familiar sight. Doesn’t know what exactly she expected from the word ‘home’, but is pretty certain that a dingy basement that somehow always smells like lightning does not fit that bill completely.
“Hey, hey, don’t move.”
“Please tell me this is your bed and not his,” she groans out in reply, praying that she won’t throw up a third time as she shifts into a more comfortable position. “I don’t trust that Micro knows the meaning of the word clean.”
“Oh, he knows,” comes the answering chuckle, “but he likes upsetting you more. He did think it would be smarter to put you on my bed, though, I’ll give him that.”
“He’s weird.” She wrinkles her nose at that. Resigns herself to the pile of pillows and blankets she’s surrounded by. Tries to smile. Almost falters in her bravery. “Thanks.”
“How’re you holding up?” His voice may be gruff, but the gentle hand on her belly and the even gentler hand that brushes her hair back out of her face speak louder than his words. “Micro said you were pretty out of it when he transported you..”
She snorts derisively. “I puked all over him when he picked me up to put me in the wheelchair. I passed out after that.” Heat rises to her cheeks when she remembers Micro’s soft curses and the icky smell in her hair. “When I came to, again, we were in the van and he was hollering ‘I have a permit!’ at some irate hospital security guard who kept repeating he should not park in the ambulance’s spot.” She grins fully now, despite the fact that her face still throbs with pain. “Micro flipping everybody in the vicinity off was something I didn’t know I needed until I got it.”
It’s this that finally draws out a full laugh from Frank Castle, as she knew it would. “I’m pretty certain that permit just said ‘I can do whatever the hell I want’,” remarks the man good-naturedly as he settles down beside her on the bed. “You still queasy?”
“Less. But still.” She wrinkles her nose again. Wonders why her hair smells like bubblegum. “Did you.. uh..” She hedges the words carefully. Doesn’t want to presume. “Did you wash my hair?”
“Yeah. Micro’s idea. Said it’d make you feel better to wake up with clean hair and stuff.” His hand hovers nervously over the blankets she’s buried under. She raises her head slowly. Meets his furtive gaze head-on. “Are you.. uh..?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” She smiles, more real this time, and folds her hand around his own. “I’m sorry I made such a mess of things. Didn’t expect it’d go that badly.”
Frank looks like he swallowed a good-sized chunk of lemon. His breathing goes irregular for a moment, as if he is no longer in the room with her but somewhere else entirely. She curls her fingers around his. Weighs him down and waits him out. When he finally does speak, his voice is scratchy. Rough with disuse, as though he’s only ever said these words in his head before. She senses the need that drives them. The worry. The fear.
“Thought you were.. weren’t gonna make it. Thought that night would be it. I’d never get to..” He lets out a shuddering breath. “You.. uh.. you..”
“I scared you.” Her voice is just as soft as his. “I’m here now. I’m okay. That’s what counts.”
It has to count. They both don’t voice the fear that one day they won’t be in the same place. If there’s one thing her life has taught her, it’s that everything is a fleeting series of moments. She just tries to hold on to the good.
Thinks she succeeds at a part of that when he sweeps his legs up on the bed and comes to lay beside her. Knows she succeeds at some of it when she wakes again to soft lips brushing against her brow and the smell of chicken soup wafting into her nostrils.
In these moments, fleeting in her life as they may be, Karen Page thinks she’s going to be just fine.
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aspire-to-the-light · 6 years
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Executive momentum 1: Feedback loops and reset points
(Previous)
I tend to fail with abandon. I wake up in the morning feeling unfocused, so I read the news for hours before remembering that I forgot to take my meds. The news links to other news and before I know it I’m reading about politics/war/disasters and feeling distressed about it. When I try to go back and focus on my essay, I’m distracted by curiosity and wanting to google some details of the stuff I read on the news. I feel guilty, and that makes it yet harder to focus, which makes me feel more and more frustrated.
Eventually I realise that in the war between “I want to do distracting time-wasting shit” and “I really ought to do work”, self care got completely forgotten, so I take a shower and eat something and feel somewhat more grounded. This makes my system one certain that the problem is insufficient self-care, and therefore I should play video games for hours to make myself feel better. Even if I do succeed at stopping playing video games after the time I decided to play them for, the video games are now way more salient to my brain, so I’m more tempted to go back to playing them.
After a while I start panicking about how I’m throwing the entire day away, and decide that I really ought to do something, so I stare at my to-do list having decision paralysis about which aversive task to do first. I realise I’m really behind and I haven’t done the tasks I was supposed to do yesterday, so I spend a few hours rescheduling everything so I’ll get things done by their deadlines. While rescheduling, I miss the social event that I was supposed to be going to, so I don’t get the extravert points I need.
People ask if they can help. I ignore them because admitting to being this unproductive would be shameful.
It gets really late, but I’m not tired enough to sleep because I’ve done nothing but lie in bed all day, and besides I feel like I really ought to get at least one task done before I sleep so that I can say I didn’t throw the entire day away. I stay up til 3am reading articles about how to defeat akrasia, too tired to get productive work done, but not tired enough to force me to sleep, and too feeling-like-I-should-be-working to voluntarily go to sleep.
I sleep in the next day and miss a morning appointment...
> “OK, so just don’t fail with abandon. Tell your system one that even if you were supposed to go to sleep at 12:00, and it’s 12:05, that doesn’t mean you need to stay up til 3am. It means you get to sleep at 12:05. Reframe it so that everything’s a scalar of doing more/less well, rather than a binary of everything being good or everything being bad.”
This works a bit, but not completely. This solution fixes the aspect of it which is just in my models - the bit where I’ve failed once, so I believe I’ll fail again, so I’m not motivated to try to succeed. But the problem is not just in the map, it’s also in the territory. Failing once does make it more likely that I’ll fail again.
Spending time on a distracting thing makes it more salient, so I’m more tempted to spend time on it again. If my lack of focus means I forget to take my meds, or my disorganization means I miss an appointment, or my lack of preparation means I don’t make it to an event, that has real consequences. If I don’t get a task done when I was supposed to get it done, I have to reschedule the task for the next day, and sometimes I then have to stare at my schedule for a bit figuring out when I’m going to fit all the tasks in and whether I should cancel some commitments.
If I need to leave at 12:00 to get to an event on time, and it’s 12:05, sometimes that means I should give up on going to the event because being late is worse than skipping (eg. if I’m late to a sports class, I’ll miss the warm-up, and be more likely to be injured).
If your brain works like mine, it’s really important to figure out how resets work.
A reset breaks you out of the feedback loop you’re in. So, you’re in a feedback loop where you don’t do any work, so you feel unproductive and guilty and unfocused and demotivated, so you don’t do any work. Then you go to sleep and wake up again. Much of the time, this resets the feedback loop. Your emotions from yesterday are less salient, you alieve that it’s a new day and a fresh chance, and you start the day with some easy tasks (showering, dressing, breakfast) which lead into some less-easy tasks (checking email, prioritising your to-do list) which lead into harder tasks (writing an essay) and behold, a positive feedback loop!
Very specific resets are easy to figure out. You’re in a negative loop where you don’t keep up with emails, so they build up in your inbox, so there’s an overwhelming amount of emails, so you get avoidant about the emails. So you do a quick sweep through the inbox to check for anything really vital, and then hit “delete all” and start afresh.
More general resets can be harder. You’re in a negative loop where you're having a bad day so you keep having a bad day, and it affects everything - you haven’t kept up with emails, you’ve not done work, you’ve missed appointments, you’ve forgotten your self care, you’ve let distracting-things become salient and available to you - and it’s much harder to figure out how to stop having a bad day.
There are smaller scale resets; sometimes you’re having a bad few hours, so you go to the gym and work off your emotions, and come back feeling refreshed and like you’ve done a worthwhile thing, and get on with work. Showers, gym, naps, coffee breaks, all kinds of thing work on this scale. At small enough scales sometimes it’s just a matter of snapping your fingers in front of your face, saying “snap out of it” in a firm voice, and clearing your mind for a bit.
But sometimes there are much larger scale feedback loops where you’re not having a bad day, you’re having a bad year, and it’s starting to look less like “you got distracted by video games so missed a deadline and now you have even less time because your teachers are insisting on scheduling remedial sessions”, and more like “you didn’t do anything all month so you slipped into depression and didn’t do anything next month so you lost your job so you couldn’t pay for therapy so you had a freakout on all your friends and now you have no social life".
(For clarity, that’s not a feedback loop happening to me. I’m being deliberately exaggerated/extreme to gesture at the worst end of things.)
I don’t know how to make good resets at the larger-scale end of things. In fact, I keep watching people (self very much included) repeatedly fail hard at larger-scale resets, even resets they seem sure will work. “Things will get better after X!” and then things don’t get better but “Things will get better after Y!” but then things don’t get better but “Things will get better after Z!” but then things don’t get better.
Sometimes this is because the reset is mis-targeted. Taking some time off to meditate will fix your “feel guilty so don’t work so feel guilty” problem, but will not fix your “behind on fixing-problems work, so no time for preventing-problems work, so even more fixing-problems work is needed” problem. Planning to catch up on your uni work over the summer break might fix your “I never go to lectures, so it takes ages to find information on my own and write essays, so I don’t have time to go to lectures” problem but will not fix your “I’m not motivated by school, so I underperform, so I feel bad about school” problem. Moving to the Bay might fix your “I don’t feel like I fit in with people here, so I don’t socialise ever, so I don’t know how to fit in” problem but will not fix your “I have social anxiety, so I never go to social things unless I’m specifically invited and encouraged to attend, so nobody knows me well enough to specifically invite me to things” problem.
Sometimes there’s a durable underlying problem that will just start the feedback loop going again after your reset, unless you head it off. Maybe you quit Facebook to kill the “I post on Facebook a lot, so I get notifications about responses a lot, so then I’m always on Facebook and end up posting a lot” loop. But you don’t fix the underlying problem with your executive function and your unmet social needs, so you just end up addicted to Tumblr instead.
Sometimes people just seem to have more of a tendency for negative feedback than positive feedback. When they fail at things they fail hard, but when they succeed they can’t build on it, so negative feedback loops last and become stronger whereas positive feedback loops falter quickly. (Many different small things probably contribute. Feeling more guilty about failures than happy about successes. Or letting tasks overrun and delaying new tasks when you’re slow, but not using the extra-time-created to start new tasks earlier when you finish faster. Or having resets like distractions kill your positive loops, but not interrupt your negative loops.)
The most important thing I’ve found is to have a clear idea of what sustains your negative feedback loops. It’ll be lots of things, but there’s usually a major one - for me I think it’s that the more I procrastinate the more I want to procrastinate. (I game for a while, so I end up caring about my ranking in the game, so I want to game more. I spend time on tumblr, so the Discourse becomes salient, and my brain comes up with more Discoursey thoughts it wants to talk about. I get into stupid arguments, so I’m emotional about stupid arguments and want to spend all my time shouting at people. I do some conlanging, so conlanging is super available and I end up thinking about it rather than thinking about my work.)
The other important thing I’ve found is to have regular, automatic resets that you really alieve will work. So, you don’t fall deep into a negative feedback loop, realise everything’s going wrong, and struggle to figure out a good reset from within your not-particularly-great-mind-state; resets happen regularly anyway. Sleep is like this; every morning gets you a new day, which most people alieve at least slightly is a little bit of a fresh start. Though sleep has the drawback that it breaks positive loops just as easily as it breaks negative ones. I find regular exercise sessions are great, because they feel productive enough and leave me alive-feeling enough that they don’t break positive loops, but they absolutely smash negative loops.
Bigger resets are somewhat harder to find. New Year works like this for me, and I have a bunch of rituals that help make sure it’s a really good reset (resolutions I alieve I’ll keep! a blank new calendar! letter to myself in a year!), and whether my New Year is good and my rituals go well actually ends up being a fairly good predictor of how much stuff I’ll get done in January and February. Getting more things that work like New Year works seems like a fairly important project that I don’t quite know how to start on.
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10-4 The Sirius of Zwei Wing: Power Checked, Berserk Impulses
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Genjuro Kazanari: "You performed admirably in yesterday's battle."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Are you doing all right, Kanade-san?"
Kanade Amo: "Yeah, I'm fine now."
Kanade Amo: "They said I just overdid it a bit and exhausted myself. A good night's sleep and I'll be good as new."
Hibiki Tachibana: "What a relief... I was really worried when you fainted."
Kanade Amo: "Sorry to make you worry like that."
Genjuro Kazanari: "Now then, let's get started."
Genjuro Kazanari: "As you all know, we managed to recover the complete relic, Brisingamen, thanks to your efforts."
Genjuro Kazanari: "This means we'll be able to proceed with our plan to use it as the basis of our Bergelmir counter-strategy."
Maria: "What is that Brisingamen, anyway?"
Hibiki Tachibana: "Yeah. It looked like a flamethrower that shoots, like, a LOT of flames."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Brisingamen was the necklace of the Norse goddess Freyja, imbued with the power of fire."
Ryoko Sakurai: "The complete relic was originally being studied by a research team affiliated with the EU."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Once I found that the enemy had Bergelmir, I placed a request to have them lend it to us."
Maria: "That seems awfully generous of them."
Ryoko Sakurai: "They were reluctant to agree, at first, but when I told them we were up against Bergelmir, they relented."
Ryoko Sakurai: "They'd also read the German military documents, and upon hearing that Bergelmir had been activated--"
Maria: "They figured there was a chance that Brisingamen might activate too."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Bullseye! Better to lend it out in the hopes that it activates rather than leaving it dormant forever."
Maria: "...Good grief, researchers are a different breed entirely."
Hibiki Tachibana: "But that thing isn't even at its full power yet, right?"
Maria: "Once that mosnter reaches its final form, it'll be truly terrifying."
Hibiki Tachibana: "But if we have that Bri-whatchamacallit, we can fight it, right?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Yes, but it's not quite that simple. It's only just activated, and even I'm still learning about it myself."
Hibiki Tachibana: "I see..."
Maria: "Even so, you'll have to figure this out fast. We don't have much time."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Yes, I'm well aware of that."
Kanade Amo: "So, um... Could you let me use it?"
Hibiki Tachibana: "Kanade-san?!"
Kanade Amo: "Even ordinary people can use complete relics, but we need to get right up to Bergelmir to fight it, right?"
Kanade Amo: "Wouldn't it be best for a wielder to use it?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "You've got a point... But I can't allow that."
Ryoko Sakurai: "You yourself experienced how difficult and how dangerous using a Gear and relic at the same time can be."
Kanade Amo: "Y-Yeah, but..."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Using two relics at once has a high chance of creating backlash so harsh it makes the user go berserk."
Ryoko Sakurai: "You were already showing signs of doing just that yesterday."
Kanade Amo: "I know..."
Kanade Amo: "Even so!"
Kanade Amo: "Even so... If this thing is our last hope of rescuing Tsubasa, then... Please let me be the one to use it."
Hibiki Tachibana: (Kanade-san...)
Ryoko Sakurai: "I understand why you're feeling so desperate."
Ryoko Sakurai: (Kanade-chan has no Ignite Module, making her a relatively less capable combatant out of the gate.)
Ryoko Sakurai: (And even her link coefficient is the lowest we've ever seen. I understand her almost painfully well.)
Ryoko Sakurai: "As a researcher, I cannot approve of an idea that I'm not confident will succeed."
Kanade Amo: "Rgh..."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Hold on, Ryoko-san."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Hibiki-chan?"
Hibiki Tachibana: "If it looks like she's going to go berserk, we'll stop her."
Hibiki Tachibana: "There was one time when I got my hands on a relic with my Gear on, and I couldn't control myself, either."
Hibiki Tachibana: "However! When that happened, my friends... Tsubasa-san and Chris-chan saved me!"
Maria: "That's right. If she goes berserk, we will stop her."
Kanade Amo: "You..."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Are you confident that you'll be able to stop her?"
Hibiki Tachibana: "Not at all! But... We'll definitely stop her, I just know it!"
Hibiki Tachibana: "And I mean every word! Even if it costs me my life!"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Sheesh... You try to warn people and they just don't listen."
Ryoko Sakurai: "You Gungnir girls are hopeless. You're so rash, stubborn, and single-minded."
Genjuro Kazanari: "Hehe. But it's exactly what makes you powerful. It's true that we'll need to maximize our odds of success."
Genjuro Kazanari: "But on the other hand, the Gears you girls wield get their power from the human heart."
Genjuro Kazanari: "It's a miraculous power that can turn unlimited possiblities into reality."
Genjuro Kazanari: "If you three can bind your thoughts into a single spear, there's no hardship you can't overcome!"
Genjuro Kazanari: "There's nothing an old man like me could say that would make the dreams of the young falter."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Oh, Genjuro-kun. You've always had a fire in your belly, haven't you?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Okay, then. Fine. But on one condition."
Ryoko Sakurai: "First, I want you to do a simulator run. If you seem to be losing control, I'm shutting it down, okay?"
Kanade Amo: "Thank you, Ryoko-san."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Thank you so much!"
Genjuro Kazanari: "May you strike clean and true, girls."
Genjuro Kazanari: "And please... Rescue Tsubasa."
Hibiki Tachibana: "You got it! We're the Gungnir girls, and we never back down!"
Maria: "I'm only an ex-Gugnir girl, by the way."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Nuh-uh! Once a Gungnir girl, always a Gungnir girl!"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Things are only going to get riskier from here, so we're counting on you to save her."
Kanade Amo: "I'll save her this time. Even if it costs me my life."
Hibiki Tachibana: (That's right... Kanade-san wasn't able to save this world's Tsubasa-san.)
HibikI Tachibana: (We can't let her relive that tragedy. No matter what it takes, we have to save Tsubasa-san!"
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Genjuro Kazanari: "Testing one two, Kanade Amo's synchronous control test of Gungnir and Brisingamen shall now begin."
Kanade Amo: "Okay, I'm counting on you, old man."
Maria: "If anything happens, we'll be on standby in the simulator control room."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Don't worry, Kanade-san! Everything's gonna be A-okay! Right?"
Kanade Amo: "It will. I'll figure it out somehow."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Good luck in there!"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Now then, fasten Brisingamen to your arm."
Kanade Amo: "Hey, are you sure I can hold this normally? Last time, flames just suddenly burst out and stuff."
Ryoko Sakurai: "It'll be all right. I was able to enact a few controls on it."
Ryoko Sakurai: "If you look closely at the bangle, you should see something that looks like a switch."
Kanade Amo: "Oh, this thing?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Don't hit that just yet. That activates and deactivates it."
Ryoko Sakurai: "And if need be, I can even shut it down from here. If I think it's too risky, I plan on stopping the test."
Kanade Amo: "Understood."
Maria: "She still hasn't started it yet, it seems."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Huh? Why does it look like that?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Brisingamen was originally a necklace, but that'd interfere with the pendant, so I made it into a bangle."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Uh... Are you sure it's okay to do that to something you're only borrowing?"
Ryoko Sakurai: "Well, I don't think they'll mind since I just made it into a bangle and added a control mechanism."
Ryoko Sakurai: "There are no changes to the relic's core itself, so it won't be a problem to return it to its original form."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Oh, okay then!"
Maria: "Shh! It looks like she's about to start."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Whoops, that's right. I need to be monitoring this."
Kanade Amo: "Croitzal ronzell gungnir zizzl..."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Gungnir activated. Link coefficient is stable."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Now why don't you activate Brisingamen next?"
Kanade Amo: "All right..."
Kanade Amo: (Brisingamen! Lend me your strength!"
Kanade Amo: "Yaaaah!"
Kanade Amo: "Ngh!"
Kanade Amo: "Agh... Aaaaaah?!"
Hibiki Tachibana: "Kanade-san, hang in there!"
Kanade Amo: "M-My body... My mind... It feels like they're... Being torn apart...)
Kanade Amo: (But I won't let it beat me... I can't...)
Kanade Amo: "With this power... I will... save Tsubasa!"
???: "You are a fool."
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Kanade Amo: (What's that voice?)
???: "Is saving Tsubasa really what you believe  you want?"
Kanade Amo: (Of course it is.)
???: "But you can't save her. You couldn't have her. All because you're powerless."
Kanade Amo: (And that's exactly why, more than ever, I need this power!)
???: "Despite knowing that too much power will only destroy you?"
Kanade Amo: (Believe me, I'm well aware!)
???: "Is she even someone worth saving in the first place?"
Kanade Amo: (What do you mean?)
???: "She's not even your missing wing! She's a different person who just happens to look the same."
Kanade Amo: (Well...)
???: "You can forget about ever being able to fly with her again."
Kanade Amo: (Shut up!)
???: "The revulsion you feel is right on the mark. You know it's true."
Kanade Amo: (Be quiet...)
???: "All you're doing is trying to make up for the past."
Kanade Amo: (Stop it!)
???: "You can never make up for your sins. You can never bring back what's been lost."
Kanade Amo: (I know that! I do! But--)
???: "You've been deceiving yourself all along."
Kanade Amo: (What would you know?!)
???: "I know everything you know..."
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Kanade's Silhouette: "Because I AM you."
Kanade Amo: (What?!)
Kanade's Silhouette: "I don't need her."
Kanade Amo: (That... can't... be true...)
Kanade's Silhouette: "Don't you remember? You hated her."
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Kanade (Past): "Look at you, cowering behind the grown-ups!"
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Kanade (Past) "I hate that stupid look on your face! Do I really scare you that much?!"
Kanade Amo:  (AAAAAAAAAAH!)
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Kanade Amo: "AAAAAAAAAAH!"
Ryoko Sakurai: "We're at T-plus one minute since her brainwaves and link coefficient entered the danger zone."
Ryoko Sakurai: "It's unlikely she'll be able to bring herself back under her own control. Continuing any further is too risky."
Genjuro Kazanari: "...That's enough. Stop the test."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Acknowledged. Forcibly shutting down Brisingamen."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Kanade-san..."
Maria: "Don't look so despondent. This is only her first attempt. You can't give up on her just yet."
Hibiki Tachibana: "Yeah... I guess you're right."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Brisingamen is being forcibly shut down."
Ryoko Sakurai: "Her link coefficient is dropping rapidly. It's caused Gungnir to cease functioning as well."
Kanade Amo: "Huff, huff, huff..."
Kanade Amo: "Ngh..."
Kanade Amo: (Did I... fail?)
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Alicia: "......"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Just what are you planning to do?!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Are you going to feed me to that monster, after all?"
Alicia: "I'm sure it would appreciate the meal..."
Alicia: "However, for now, I'd like to hear you sing."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Wait..."
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Is that my Gear pendant?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "You're just giving this back to me? No catch?"
Alicia: "Your powers cannot defeat it. That much as already been proven."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "If me having my Gear is meaningless, wouldn't hearing me sing be just as meaningless?"
Alicia: "No. I believe you'll find that you'll need to wield it, soon enough."
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Alca-Noise?!)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I see. So I have no choice but to sing, then."
Alicia: "I assume you understand now?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Guess I don't have much of a choice.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I don't know what you're after, but seeing as I'm in the palm of your hand, I'll play along for now."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Imyuteus amenohabakiri tron..."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yaaah!"
Alicia: (She jumped back to open up distance?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "This is Tsubasa Kazanari! Section 2, please respond!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "...Guh, no response!"
Alicia: "If you're thinking of calling for help, I'd suggest giving up now."
Alicia: "There are no communication signals where we are, and certainly no way to detect your Aufwachen waveform."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Rgh..."
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Maybe I could break my way through the glass and escape?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (But would I be able to shake off that monster?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (There's snow in every way I look. This can't be Japan. There's never snow around this time of year.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Could I actually make it anywhere across this tundra?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Or maybe I could defeat all these guys, destroy the electronic interference, and contact the outside world?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Frankly, neither choice sounds especially promising.)
Alicia: "I don't think you have the time to squander on deep thoughts right now."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Guh! It can even send down a rain of fire?!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "All right, then. If you want to hear my song, then here it is!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yaaah!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Send as many as you want. I'm not going down!"
Alicia: "I see. You certainly are resilient."
Alicia: "But how long can you hold out against a horde like this?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Why does she keep sending them one wave at a time?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (If she can summon this many, why not summon them all right away and then surround me?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yaaah!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Is there a limit as to how many she can summon at once?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Or is the point to simply make me fight?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (If that's the case, then why?)
Alicia: "Splendid. Your reputation precedes you."
Alicia: "You fight just as the rumors say."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "It feels like you've turned me into a gladiator."
Alicia: "Is that not precisely what a sword would desire?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "A sword with no will is no sword. A battle without a cause is no battle for a warrior."
Alicia: "Do any battles truly have a cause?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "You say this while you keep trying to fight me?!"
Alicia: "Yes. It's a contradiction, I know."
Alicia: "But to change the world, we must forge a path of contradictions which leads to the world beyond."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "What are you talking about?"
Alicia: "I doubt you'd ever be able to understand."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "The other day, you said your goal was world peace."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "But to be honest--"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I think it's all a farce! Is this what the world needs in order to achieve peace?!"
Alicia: "You must be rather skilled at fighting if you have this much leeway for idle talk."
Alicia: "Very well, then. Allow me to share my plan."
Alicia: "I need the power of your songs to defeat those who would oppose me, those who oppose peace."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I do not sing simply to defeat my enemies!"
Alicia: "But you sing in order to kill the Noise. Is that not what a Symphogear wielder does?"
Alicia: "Is that not what Kanade Amo does?"
Alicia: "If it's not to defeat your enemies, then what DO you sing for?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "......"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (I'm not from this world--)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (My feelings, though, are unbending, regardless of what world I'm in.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I sing for people who like my songs."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "If I can make those people smile even a little, then I'll brandish my sword proudly."
Alicia: "Smiles... A rather naive response for a Symphogear wielder who's supposed to protect the world."
Alicia: "Bringing smiles to a handful of peons isn't going to change the world."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Maybe my songs alone won't do that. But songs have the power to change the world."
Alicia: "If such a song exists, I would love to hear it!"
Alicia: "Before your world is sealed off, prove to me what this power you speak of is truly capable of."
Bergelmir: "Grrraaaaaah!"
Alicia: "Next up, you'll be facing my precious Bergelmir."
Tsubasa Kazanari: (She wants me to fight that monster?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Bergelmir... So that's the monster's name!"
Alicia: "Yes. Do you think your fleeting dreams can endure in the face of its overwhelming presence?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm ready to take on any foe."
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Now then... Here I come!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yaaaah!"
Bergelmir: "Graaaaugh!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (I slash and slash to no effect... This is an incredibly resilient monster.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Fighting like this won't get me anywhere. But what can I do?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Aha!)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I can stop its movement with my Shadow Weave! Yaaah!"
Bergelmir: "Grrraaaaaah?!"
Alicia: "Bergelmir can't move?"
Tsubasa Kazanari: (This is my chance!)
Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yaaaaaah!"
Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm done playing along with your games, Alicia Bernstein!"
Alicia: "You are a fool if you think you can escape!"
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Tsubasa Kazanari: (There's nothing but snow as far as the eye can see. It'll be hard to find my way back to civilization.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (But if I can get far enough away from the compound, I should be able to get a signal...)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (If I can do that, I can let Section 2 know what's going on.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (But still, with this brutal snowstorm, I'd probably freeze to death if I didn't have my Gear.)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (Will I get a signal before I exhaust my own strength?)
Tsubasa Kazanari: (My fate is in the hands of the heavens now...)
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How was your last break up? Tough. Undeserved on my end. Had it coming. Speaking of, what are your thoughts on love? It’s beautiful when given or received well. What did you want to be when you were five years old? Ugh, this question again? What do you want to be now? Honey I don’t even know what electives to take. At this point I just want to picture myself successfully getting a job interview. Where would you like to live? A nice little condominium in the city, away from biological family.
How's your relationship with your father? Definitely closer to him than my mom, but we still differ on everything socio-political and it annoys me to death. Who's someone you look up to? Gabie. Do you believe in second chances? For the ovewhelmingly biggest part, no; but there are exceptions. Do you believe in a god? Nope. How do you succeed? Work hard. Ask questions. Do extra work. Sacrifice. Are you a hard worker? Sure, if I felt passionate enough about the task. I can’t be 100% if it isn’t something I enjoy. Do you have any painful secrets? Gabie knows everything about me so they technically aren’t secrets anymore, but for the rest of the world, yes they are hidden and will stay hidden. Where do you imagine yourself 10 years from now? Married hopefully, and continuing to build a life. Would you steal from a lost wallet or return the whole thing? Return the whole thing or at least turn it in. Using stolen money just seems so cringey to me. What is the hardest thing you've ever had to say? Telling friends that my grandfather died. Saying it myself just made it all the more real and it sucked. What is the hardest thing you NEEDED to hear? I’ve been told a lot of harsh things in the past that when I stop to think they all just make one big noise in my head and it makes me uncomfortable. And something you just didn't but heard anyway...? ^ Same banana. Have you ever felt something break inside you? Why did it? Not physically but I felt my entire body shut down when my mom gathered us in her room to tell us that grandpa was dead. I was in autopilot that night but really pulled it off so I looked okay on the outside, although inside I was 1/3-denying it, 1/3-crushed to my core, but also 1/3-spooked since I was already strangely expecting a death as soon as I saw my mom’s car parked outside the house when I got home from school that day (she brings her car to work and doesn’t get back until around 9 PM.) Why I had that particular feeling I never knew why, but at least it made the blow a little less harsh. A year ago, did something upset you that wouldn't now? What was it? Nah, I’m still the same. What are the qualities you look for in a friend? Loyalty, no bullshit, no high school pettiness, low-maintenance as fuck. And in a significant other? Loyalty, intelligence, and willingness to ignore my unaligned front teeth while I save up for new retainers. What are your thoughts on one night stands? Not for me, but you do you. High school relationships? Hey, that’s how mine started so I’m all for it. Have you ever wished violence or acted violently towards someone? I grew up in a highly violent environment so I was that way for a while, especially towards my little brother. I didn’t realize it was wrong at the time and I hate myself for it now. Do you believe in fate? No but it is funny how everything worked out between Gab and I. So many coincidences in the past 16 years that it almost seems like the universe enjoyed playing with us like dolls and pushing our faces against each other. I still wouldn’t call it fate, though. What's something that has shattered your belief system? I was Catholic for ten years (hardly, but it was taught at home and school so I accepted anyway) up until my mom started abusing me and making my 10 year old self feel like shit everyday. Since all I was ever taught to do was pray, I did that repeatedly and with much fervor begging anyone out there to help my mom and change her. Nothing happened, nothing changed. Turned on the religion almost immediately. How much of an influence does your family have on you? Zero. When I’m gone I’m gone. Do you believe some people are broken? Yes. It’s a reality but it can always be fixed. Can love save you? Cheesy, but yes. If you could say one thing to the world, what would it be? Adopt, don’t shop. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? For the most part yeah. I don’t rely on it wholeheartedly, though. Do you treat others well? Yes, as much as I can. Do you treat yourself well? No, I feel that I don’t deserve it. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? In a busy city having dinner out. And with whom? Either with my girlfriend or with my orgmates. Could you fall in love with someone, despite what they might look like? I’m saying yes but I haven’t experienced that before. Have you ever thought about your dream home? I started thinking about it when I was nine, when my dreams for a mansion were still running wild. Obviously at 20 my aspirations have toned down drastically, but I still think about my ideal home nonetheless. What does it look like? Nothing too fancy, but there are stuff that do need to be present: split-type aircons, yellow cove lights, a flatscreen TV, and a room for all my wrestling stuff. Once all the boxes are ticked I could safely say I got my dream home. What are your thoughts on suicide? It’s a battle I fight everyday. If someone was crying to themselves in public, would you ask if they're OK? Yes, especially if it were someone my age. Have you seen anything you truly wish you hadn't? Lotsa them. Especially on the internet. What is pain to you? I find this too broad to answer. Ultimately pain is different for every person. Do you take care of people or are you more dependent? Definitely a dependent ass bitch right here. With whom was the worst relationship you've ever been in (romantic or non)? My mom. I don’t even count it as a relationship...it’s, at best, tolerance. When you falter, do you regain your composure quickly? Sometimes yes but mostly hah no. It could take forever for me to get back up. What are some words to describe your faith (not necessarily your religion)? Nonexistent.  Do you feel nervous around other races or nationalities? This is one of the most messed-up questions I’ve ever come across, congrats. How do you respond to Jehovah's Witness at your door? We don’t have a substantial population of people of that faith. Do you believe your current friends will be your friends forever? Angela and Gab definitely. Not sure about everyone else. I hope the friendships I’ve built with people in my org will last, though. I really do. How do you react to people who are belligerently against your beliefs? I’m fine with them so long as they can offer me a sound, intelligent argument and that they don’t act holier-than-thou and/or shove their beliefs down my throat. If you could fix somebody's heart, whose heart would you want to fix? It’s such a cheesily phrased question so I’m just gonna answer this in the most literal sense - my cousin’s girlfriend who has a heart problem in real life. Do you love too much, not enough, or are you OK where you're at? Too much, which I’m okay with. What are you living for? Too tired for deep questions at this point. Have you ever broken a heart? Sure. What was your first love like? Brief. Real, almost. Honestly, do you try to stay objective in a hard situation? I have to. What is one thing you really want to succeed at? The future. Do you value yourself? Not at the moment. And the people around you? Very much. Are you sensitive? Highly. Are you sensitive to others? Highly. If you had one small wish that could granted right now, what would it be? To be in Kapitolyo with friends right now. :(
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