#no context sorry. technically a scene that comes very late in a yet to be fully planned fic

[heliianth]

longest thing ive written in forever & despite it being unedited and also like 3AM im proud of it so im posting it without a readmore........ be niceys to me

The grass crunched. A cool shade fell over his back, he could feel the presence there. Shadow only hugged his knees tighter.

Sonic sat down, of course it was him. His feet kicked against the cliff face, small rocks bounced away and into the swirling sea. The setting sun lit up his face and turned his eyes golden. He paid Shadow no mind, staring out onto the horizon with an unfamiliar expression.

“What do you want?“ Shadow's voice came hoarse in his throat.

Sonic only glanced his way. ”To sit with you for a bit. That okay?”

“Do as you wish.”

“Alright.”

The waves churned beneath them, the radiant and otherworldly hum of Angel Island an ambient backdrop. The dusk light embraced the water gently, orange glow wavering, before slowly creeping beyond and leaving the world with blackness. Already the nighttime was cold. A light breeze bit into Shadow's skin. It split him open, peeled something off and carried it out of reach. Small layers of protection shed with the slightest nudge. He had company. What was wrong with him?

He found himself counting, five in through his nose and five out through his mouth. But the air was so thick despite the altitude, he felt his nose and esophagus clogging.

“Shadow,” Sonic's voice cut through it all like a hot knife. He shifted and it drew Shadow's head up. “I've never told anyone this, okay? Not even Tails. So promise you won't snitch.”

Sonic held up a gloveless paw, head still turned away and pinkie outstretched. Shadow frowned. The fur on his palms was darker, almost cream, compared to the peach on the rest of his arms. His pads were darker than that, a brown that looked black in the low lighting.

Shadow looked down at his own bare paws where they clenched the fur on his legs. Slowly, he pried one of them away and linked a red pinkie with Sonic's.

Sonic hid his profile. Cold air separated them again. But after a few seconds, he shrugged to himself, and admitted, “I know who my parents are.”

The breeze picked up, adopting a slight howl.

“I've had lots of people come to me and tell me they're my parents.“ Sonic laughed, but it came out heavy. Bitter in a way he'd never heard, almost alien coming from the blue hedgehog's mouth. ”Comes with being famously orphaned, y’know? Whatever.“

Shadow stayed silent.

“She emailed me, with the, um,” he waved a paw around, “the public address Tails set up. For fans. He assumed it was like the other times: someone making something up for attention. So I ignored it.“

His brows furrowed, eyes tracking Sonic's arm as it lowered so he could tear up a handful of grass and toss it over the cliff. It fluttered away in the wind. He could feel its fingers, its breath, climb between his teeth; ”How'd you figure out she wasn't lying?“

”It was mostly a gut feeling.” Another shrug. “There were also pictures. She asked if I wanted to meet up. Promised she wouldn't go public with it either way, told me she just wanted to see if I was doing alright and... apologize in person.”

“Did you go?” Shadow felt his body lean forward, eagerly listening despite himself.

A second clump of grass went into the sky. “Nah.”

Something molten welled up inside of him. He couldn't keep the venom off his tongue when he snapped, “Why not? She clearly loved you if she reached out.”

”I don't remember a lot of my life, before Eggman. Maybe she loved me.“ Their eyes finally met. ”But that didn't matter to her then. It wasn't enough.“

Shadow tore his gaze away, back onto the water. His paw, the one he'd used to linked pinkies, dug into the dirt. His talons gouged a chunk out. ”You don't forgive her.“

Sonic went quiet for a moment. “The way I see it what's done is done, yeah? I'm over it.”

Shadow could tell Sonic was trying to regain eye contact, felt his paw meet his shoulder like a gunshot. He flinched away, vision blurring. Sonic didn't chase it.

“I'm just telling you... you're not alone, Shadow.”

Shadow squeezed the muddy clod of earth in his fist so hard he could feel it ooze. His breaths came quick and sharp, he wanted to do something. Turn and scream at Sonic for doing this to him. He'd rejected his responsibility, the one Shadow gave him, Shadow's whole life, like it was an unsavoury article of clothing. And then he sat down and talked to him like he could understand. What could he know about loneliness? Adored by humanity, revered as a hero. Successful in all the ways Shadow would not be, even as the Ultimate Lifeform.

He wanted to kill him. The yearning was horribly safe, it buzzed in his head like a heater.

Instead, he curled up into a pathetic ball. And this time, when the nighttime wind blew in from a new direction, Sonic shielded him from the chill.

#no context sorry. technically a scene that comes very late in a yet to be fully planned fic #just know its a no post-sa2 amnesia au #usually i dont like stuff that does super in depth into sonics backstory or whatever but i thought up this idea and found it compelling #do whatever with it #sonadow #is this sonadow? im tagging it. whatever #heliiart #sth

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

idk about u but i nEEEEEED to know more about hobie & miguel's relationship. cus like. it's clear that hobie REALLY distrusts the society, right? from the second miles and him start interacting he's trying to push miles out from it, right? AND YET HE'S STILL THERE !!!!! and you could argue that that's because of gwen, right, and i'm sure that plays a part, BUT !!! him and miguel are STILL ON GOOD TERMS. they BANTER !! he, in some part, likes miguel, despite distrusting the society he leads. WHY !!!!! WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM i gotta know.

I KNOWWWW!! It's such an interesting dynamic!!! And I have a little story in my head of maybe why

Also this is SO LONG sorry

Hobie and Miguel's (working) Relationship -

[a breakdown of my interpretation of Hobie's experience and ranking within the Society]

First for context let it be known that according to the wiki, there are only 280 members of the Society - 90 of which are named so far. 280 out of millions of universes is a SMALL number - Gwen wasn't lying when she said it's a small team, technically that's the truth.

So that could be why the society is so varied - Miguel genuinely only picks Spiderpeople he considers to be either trustworthy, unique, talented, or all three.

He had to have specifically picked Hobie and said 'okay we have to recruit him' KNOWING who Hobie was. So already from the get-go I'm assuming Miguel knew what he was getting into with Hobie but he did it anyway!!!!

Which - is completely understandable. Objectively speaking on-screen we've already seen Hobie display:

Loyalty, Forethought, Technological Ability, Stealth ability, Planning, and Emotional Preparation (of Miles) and Communication.

[Like, his emotional swaying of Miles throughout the movie is..really impressive. I could write a whole thing on that. All I'll say rn: He could have broken Miles out himself, but he didn't. He let Miles free himself. He did that for a reason and that detail shows a lot about his fight against oppression and views.]

I mean - If Hobie is sent on a team mission with people who like him, he is very good at managing team dynamics, encouraging others, mentoring/teaching teammates, and leading others along plans, without being a 'leader'.

(And need I remind you - Hobie also broke a barrier 3 other spider-people couldn't take down, even with their collective strength.)

That implies Hobie is really valuable and really worth the stress to Miguel. Even moreso, knowing about Hobie's beliefs and doubts. Miguel probably knew he was a risk, but saw his work as too good to pass up.

So that means - Hobie had to prove his worth to Miguel at one point!

Which is really interesting, considering the show I've been watching lately (bear with me - pun intended)

So I've been watching The Bear on FX - and there was a scene in the last episode I saw that I think sets a good example:

Long story short - A new trainee chef named Sydney becomes the leader of the kitchen line, and an old time employee, Tina isn't happy about this and tells Sydney to fuck off. Tina's been there decades, and Sydney is now her boss. So the whole episode Tina is cold to Sydney, but she ends up taking on too much work, stressed with Sydney and her new work procedures that seem 'uptight'. But a sauce gets fucked over, and when Tina comes back from putting it in the trash, she sees Sydney has already started the sauce again for her, knowing this would happen when Tina didn't work with Sydney's work flow. And even worse, when Tina puts the sauce in the mash potatoes and tries it, she's like 'Fuck. This is good. This kid is good.' Not only did Sydney think ahead, but she also backed it up by improving the outcome, not just fixing it. And in that moment Tina has to check herself and accept that Sydney is on her shit, even if she's young and a bit abrasive at times.

Do you see what I'm getting at here????!!!

Hobie is Sydney here! The forward thinker!

I could absolutely imagine a situation where everything is going to shit, the society has exhausted all options - even Lyla has no clue what to do. And Miguel opens the floor up to anything, any solution someone can come up with.

And finally Hobie is the only one like 'You have to do X,Y,Z'.

Miguel may ignore him at first, or tell him he can't do Hobie's plan for whatever reason. But in the back of his mind he knows 'shit, that plan is airtight and it's all we've got'. And in the end it just works.

Super realistic to think that maybe the society had an issue or bug at one point with the watches, one tech was trying to fix for weeks. Only for Miguel to find out that not only did Hobie find a solution, but he'd fixed the problem weeks before it'd been on Lyla's radar.

Why? Because he deconstructed the watch the moment he got it. Why didn't he tell them he fixed it? Because Miguel didn't ask.

And it's not because Hobie is smarter than any other Spider-person, they're all smart as hell, it's just he thinks different. Especially in a way Miguel needs.

Maybe sometimes he plans against Miguel, which sucks, but when he's planning FOR Miguel, it's such a valuable asset to the society.

And Hobie doesn't even need thanks because he's fine knowing Miguel knows he's simply that good.

And I think it's pretty known in the Society too.

Interesting side thing: In the scene where Miles gets trapped. The people standing within the circle - Miguel, Jess, Hobie, Gwen, and Peter B. Gwen and Peter B. are there because they know Miles. Miguel and Jess are there because they're the Society administration. Hobie - in contrast, has only met Miles maybe an hour or two before. Why is Hobie there, and why no one is like 'why tf is he in the circle?' - My guess is that no one questions Hobie being there the same reason they don't question Jess being there. They see them both as high ranking, seasoned members, members who are use to putting in input to some degree, unlike say Ben Reilly who is kinda just there as administrative muscle. I think that says a lot about how valuable Hobie is seen - not just by Miguel - both in the field and in the societies ranking.

After a while Miguel probably realized that he needs Hobie and his thinking. He needs someone different. That's why he chooses people like Pavi or Jess, or seemingly random additions like Lego-Spider-man.

Cause they're unique and offer something that the Society could use and out of all the Spider-people out there, Hobie is inarguably one of the most unique - hands down.

I love that at the very least there seems to be a sort of respect there. Miguel isn't all rage. He's a planner too, he manages a whole multiverse and society. He's dedicated to keeping order, and he can see that Hobie is just as dedicated to keeping disorder.

Miguel knows that Hobie may not always do what he wants, but whatever Hobie does do - goddamn he does it fucking well

#AYOOOO new overanalyzation of five minute scenes just dropped #Hobie Brown #miguel o'hara #Spiderman 2099 #Spiderman #atsv #spider punk #spiderpunk #atsv analysis #marvel

[semantics-error]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Sorry I'm so late getting around to this, I didn't let myself post here until I finally posted the first chapter of my post-canon sandray fic on ao3. And then I was traveling without my laptop for a bit.

I only have five fics on ao3 but we'll make do!

For having loved a little while

“Stop it,” Sand said, pushing Ray’s hand off of his neck yet again. They were sitting at his tiny kitchen table, eating breakfast.

Brand new sandray (+nick but in a platonic way) fic!

Say Yes

“Here’s to Mew, who’s finally getting fucked tonight,” Boston said, raising a glass.

Ray oneshot from while the show was airing

Everything You've Ever Wanted

“We both sleep on the same bed,” Khai explained, his mouth twitching into a smirk.

Khai/Third

This Will End

Why do you have to be so difficult?

I skipped the first few lines which are quoted from a song.

Jaeyoung/Sangwoo

The Aftermath

“Che Yun-che,” Sangwoo said, breaking the silence.

ship: Jaeyoung/Sangwoo

--- So yeah, obviously there's a pattern here of me starting with dialogue. Even the one that doesn't technically start with dialogue still starts with internal monologue. Which is technically considered bad practice, woops!

However, I think in fanfiction this rule is a bit less important, since readers are usually already familiar with the characters. There's no real need to describe them physically before having them talk, and a reader can usually even guess who is speaking without any context. Readers (me, I'm readers) just want to see their favorite characters interacting and doing stuff, not read long paragraphs of description.

Often the settings are familiar as well, so there's less of a need to set up a scene before diving into the action (my version of action is dialogue heh).

Anyway, dialogue is definitely my comfort zone, so no surprise that I like to start with it. It's the part that comes to me first in any scene! And all of the above is just an excuse for the fact that I have aphantasia and therefore I could not care less about description, whether I'm reading it or writing it (for those of you that write beautiful descriptive prose: sorry! I'm skipping it every time!) But since I know other people do care, I am trying to get better at it.

Again sorry I'm so late with this, and thank you @29daffodils for the tag this was very fun to explore :)

#tag game #sandray #khaithird #jaeyoung x sangwoo #writing #writeblr #fanfiction

[typeface-no-9]

I've noticed that most of the horror lit I've read doesn't really scare me. Like, from the shitty teen horror novels about demons and schools for troubled girls I picked up in the teen section at the library once I turned 13 to the fucking Shining. Which is immensely disappointing.

But, I have noticed that when it's "something" that it does scare me. A matter of undefined and something and someone and the unknown. Danny's friend Tony in the Shining freaked me out. The rest of the book was ok, sorta fun even, but not scary. But there was such a nebulousness about Tony, like he's something for sure, but I couldn't tell if he was malevolent or not. The hedge animals weren't shit. But when Tony was calling out Daannnyyyyy, Daaaaannnyyyyy, it got me. I thought he was the scariest part of the book.

And not to mention (sorry) the last bit of the first Twilight book where there's "something" there. Something or someone, the details are a little hazy. But I remember being surprised at it because it scared me. It got my brain going. Something there but no way to find out what it is,, delicious.

Also in this category, though not a book, is the one episode of Cowboy Bebop, where the characters investigate a ghost signal sent from decades before the show takes place (something like that. pretty sure it's ep 14). I loved that one, it creeped me tf out.

Probably connected to this situation is the whole "something in the water" thing. It's something and it's doing something, but what is it, on both counts? Something about it scratches my brain. Something something corporate horror. I love it.

Not required reading for this post but additional rambling down here:

Technically, you can usually get me w a good jumpscare, ie that one scene in The Rise of Skywalker in the fallen death star where Rey's .... pointy toothed scary clone hallucination pops out. Also successful scares include the ghosts in Crimson Peak. But it's like I grew out of the scare effect as I got older. I remember not being able to sleep after reading the story in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, where some kid finds a random toe sticking out of the ground and the family eats it for dinner and the thing that it belongs to comes back at night and goes like "wheres my toeeeee". I was 7-8. It was also around that age, maybe a little younger, when I watched the first Harry Potter movie, which was very scary to me.

When I read Misery, which I'd heard was one of the scariest books folks had ever read, it was very.. unscary. I'm sure if I got my hands on Stephen King as a younger person that stuff would have absolutely fucked with me. But apparently that horror format doesn't do it for me, anymore. Probably a good thing I didn't read any of his stuff before my late teens, though, because I'm not sure how that would have affected my perception of/experiences with the portrayal of sex, violence, fatphobia, misogyny, etc. Finally, I am in a place where I can read the most proclaimed horror of all time without worrying I won't get into heaven, but I am also in a place where it's just not scary to me. Like what a damn ripoff. Did I just have too many experiences where I feared for my very soul and thought I was tainted and that context just.. nulled horror lit to me? Like did my brain just go like, yeah that's nice and all but I've seen worse? I mean, probably not, but jeez. I'd really love to read a good scary book. But I have not yet found one. My suspension of disbelief is broken, yall.

I mean, back to the Shining, moving hedge animals would be absolutely terrifying irl! Like what a legitimately scary situation to be in, honestly. I'd have to go to therapy for that. Animals made out of bushes around a playground moving when you aren't looking, chasing you, and it's so absurd and freaky and I'm sure it would have you questioning your sanity. Are you really seeing what you're seeing? Like, what the hell. And that's tame in comparison to the other events of the book. Wendy and Danny 100% needed thousands of dollars of therapy after getting out of that hotel. But unfortunately I was fine almost the entire time (thanks Tony).

It is what it is. Back to my fear of somethings, I guess.

#misc #the shining spoilers #horror lit #typeface no 9

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

|||||||||||||||||||||||||||| (bcos im lazy)

Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #fluff

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1

🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶

Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??

Yes.

Wushanju Crew Chat

Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.

Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS

Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.

Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES

Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol

What glittery bead curtain

Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.

What could this mean?

Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?

Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES

Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat

Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU

I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS

BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING

GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS

PANIC AT THE DISCO

Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.

Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.

Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT

SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop

Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.

Wang Pangzi: LOL

Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wu Xie: okay who’s next

Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN

REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)

Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?

Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.

Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL

ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS

Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted

Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off

Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year

He and I go way back

Zhang Qiling: Way back where?

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT

IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS

YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM

Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.

Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY

LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE

Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.

Main Chat

Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival

Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that

Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.

Re: the trip

He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju

Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital

And frankly the hospital hates him too

Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL

I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT

A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE

WOULDNT YOU SAY

XIOAGE

Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?

Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?

Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.

ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED

Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?

Li Cu: uh nope

Unless u count the outdated memes

Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing

Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet

Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really

(I mean maybe? but who knows)

Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age

Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age

Wu Xie: …hey:(

Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.

Wu Xie: ????????

Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck

Unknown Number: …close enough.

Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that

Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck

Are you

Li Cu is underage FYI

So Im staying on this chat

Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that

Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g

u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember

And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat

we have been discussing u

Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!

What a surprise:)

hi so nice to meet you:)

Main Chat:

Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT

FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT

IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS

Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?

Not my problem? Good.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU

HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH

IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE

Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance

has he been collecting on two allowances??

Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?

Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.

Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?

Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)

Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.

another dangerous adventure. again. prick.

Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago

Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago

Li Cu: That isn’t funny.

Unknown Number: …What?

Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

…I use humor as a coping mechanism?

Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?

Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means

He doesn’t cope, like ever

In fact

It’s kind of why we met

Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh

Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao

Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?

Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why

Main Chat

Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv

Who do we know who spends time in jail

Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process

Also how’s the curtain case coming along

Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?

Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure

Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH

Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat

Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit

u are sus as hell

Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night

I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles

Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved

Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.

Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha

Forget i said anything

Delete this chat even

Li Cu: shit I meant

Legally, biologically, I meant—

shit

…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?

Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!

Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here

lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e

Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff

Wu Xie: uh…okay.

Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail

As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less

I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”

Well maybe the sand

that shit was everywhere

Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

Li Cu: no, no it’s just

I do technically have a dad

who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.

So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there

Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh

Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right

Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that

Li Cu: ew tmi

Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery

I moved my stuff here, I live here now

So you can’t die anymore

Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned

anyways abt the curtain

Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea

I am in tears.

Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here

Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb

Go hug Pangzi or something

Maybe delete this chat

Or the curtain thing

Focus on the curtain thing

Just stfu and go away

Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3

Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.

Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything

Main Chat

Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*

Wang Pangzi: I MEAN

HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH

BUT SURE

CUTE I GUESS

Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)

Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.

Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE

NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN

DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID

Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid

Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?

Wu Xie: right

Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH

Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.

Unnamed Chat:

Unknown number: so the curtain…

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know

Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive

Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out

#ultimate note #whomst #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle

[seawolvesanddragons]

AWAE 25 Days of Christmas  Day 22 “Go on, love birds”

Gilbert was a bundle of nervous energy as he sat in Ms. Josephine Barry’s parlor, a cup of tea growing cold in front of him. 

It had been Anne’s idea that they meet at “Aunt Jo’s” house. Gilbert had finally managed the double miracle of having enough train fare for a trip to Charlottetown as well as having caught up on his work to be able to take the trip, and he and Anne had been ecstatic to see each other for the first time in months, if only for a few hours. Since Anne’s landlady only allowed suitors on Sunday afternoons, when Gilbert would be halfway back to U of T, Anne had suggested a bit of subterfuge in their meeting. Aunt Jo’s was an adequate secondary location, since Gilbert had been there before and Aunt Jo herself was apparently a kindred spirit. 

Privately, Gilbert had thought it would give them the added bonus of avoiding the prying eyes of the other Avonlea girls. He liked Diana and the other girls well enough, but he hadn’t traveled hours on a train to listen to them giggle and tease him and Anne. 

He had completely forgotten Cole McKenzie. Who was now seated across from him in the parlor, grinning at him like the cat who caught the canary and the cream. 

“So, you’re here to visit Anne?” Cole asked, just a mite smug. “Last I saw you two, you could hardly stand to be in the same room.” 

“We uh - settled our differences,” Gilbert said, stumbling over his words. He was only now realizing he had no idea who from Avonlea knew about his and Anne’s courtship. Diana knew, of course, and her father, and Bash. It hadn’t occurred to him that they would now have to tell people. 

“And are such good chums now that you decided to spend a whole day and more on a train ride?” Cole raised a brow. “Must have been some settlement.” 

Gilbert nearly choked on his own breath, coughing wildly at Cole’s accidental innuendo. 

“I, well-” Gilbert stammered, his ears very red as he tried not to think about just how he and Anne had “settled” their communication fiasco. 

“Oh Cole, stop teasing the poor boy,” Josephine Barry chided, sweeping into the parlor. “You know perfectly well Mr. Blythe here is courting our Anne; she told us about it weeks ago.” 

“She did?” It was silly, the elation he felt at those simple words. Gilbert’s heart felt like it was dancing a jig. 

“Technically, Diana told me,” Cole corrected primly. “Anne mostly sat there, face as red as her hair as she tried to remember how to speak,” Cole gave Gilbert a wicked grin. “I heard you caused quite the scandalous scene in front of the boarding house.” 

“I - there was pretty good context for it at the time,” Gilbert said weakly. 

“Oh, I am not faulting you for it at all,” Cole said happily. “I’ve been waiting for this development for ages. I told Anne years ago that you had a crush on her.” 

“You did?” 

Cole nodded. “Back when we all went to Charlottetown for the light bulbs. Right after you two were done your strange flirting as we left the train. She didn’t believe me, of course, even though it was very obvious. You looked at her as if she hung the moon,” Cole snorted.

“Oh,” Gilbert felt sheepish. He had thought he had done a good job keeping his feelings in check until last summer. Apparently, if Bash and Gilbert were to be believed, he had not. 

“That was some time ago,” Ms. Josephine said, raising a brow at Gilbert. 

“Aunt Jo, I don’t think you would have stood for it,” Cole said, clearly relishing in sharing this tale. “Those two were dancing around each other for ages; it was a wonder Gilbert got any work done in school, he was too busy staring at Anne.” 

“I wasn’t that bad!” Gilbert tried to defend himself. 

“I sat behind you and Charlie, Gilbert,” Cole reminded him. “You were that bad.”

Cole might have a point there. 

“Anyways, I’ve had far too many letters from Diana describing your latest escapades once I was gone,” Cole shook his head. “I’ve yet to get the full story of just what happened after the exams out of Anne, though. I’m glad you got it sorted out, Diana seemed ready to knock both of your heads together in her letter right before the fair.” 

“She would have done it, too,” Gilbert shook his head. His opinion of Diana had changed drastically in the last few months. “Your niece can be very terrifying when she wants to be,” he told Ms. Barry. 

“I know,” Ms Barry said proudly. “She’s come a long way.” She then swept out of the parlor, calling for Rollings, her departure as grand as her entrance.  

Gilbert could see exactly why Anne admired this woman so much. 

“So,” Cole’s grin dissipated the moment the older woman left, and he sat forward in his chair, a serious expression on his face. Gilbert felt himself sit up straighter automatically. “You’re courting Anne.” 

“I am,” Gilbert said, a little uncertain of where this was going. Cole had always been a very reserved, kind boy, and for the last thirty minutes there had been nothing but cheeky remarks and grins. Now though, Gilbert was remembering that Cole also had attacked Billy Andrews out of the blue once, in a state of fury incarnate. There had been rumors that Anne had been involved over that too, somehow. 

“Anne is a very dear friend to me,” Cole said sternly. “She was there for me at a time that no one else would be, and she is the reason that I had the strength and courage to be here now. I care for her a great deal, Gilbert. I would like to see her have the same sort of happiness she has helped me find.” 

“I know the two of you had a rough ride to get where you are,” Cole continued. “And though I am quite glad that you managed to meet in the middle at last, I don’t want to hear about any more miscommunication fiascos. Figure it out together, Blythe, because should I ever get any wind that you are treating Anne poorly, or giving her any cause to be unhappy, you’re going to need a doctor yourself. Is that clear?” 

“Understood,” Gilbert said hastily. “Truly, Cole, all I want is for Anne to be happy. I am well aware of how fortunate I am to have her in my life, and how foolishly, stupidly close I came to losing her forever.” 

“Excellent,” Cole clapped, all smiles and cheer again as if he hadn’t just been threatening Gilbert’s life. Ms Barry returned and Cole carried on reminiscing about their Avonlea school days as if nothing had happened. 

All of Anne’s friends were terrifying, Gilbert decided.

At long last, the bell rang, signaling Anne’s arrival. Gilbert sprang to his feet without thinking, his heart racing.

“That look,” he heard Cole tell Jo gleefully. “Every single time she read aloud or beat him in a spelling competition or even just walked through the door, we all had to put up with that look.” 

Cole and Bash were never, ever, allowed to meet, Gilbert thought. Then Anne walked in and all other thoughts vanished. 

“Gilbert,” Anne said softly. 

“Hello Anne,” Gilbert could hardly believe she was finally in front of him. 

“Go on, love birds,” Cole called. “I know you’ve been pining Anne, at least give him a hug now.” 

“Cole!” Anne cried furiously. 

“Come on, Cole, I don’t think we’re needed here anymore,” Ms. Barry said firmly, leading him from the room and leaving Anne and Gilbert alone at last.

“Sorry I was late,” Anne apologized. “At least Cole was able to keep you company. What did you talk about?” 

Gilbert considered telling her all about it. 

Then he considered it again. 

“Oh, just the weather.”

#awae #awae fic #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #cole mckenzie #josephine barry #aunt jo #anne shirley cuthbert #anne of green gables #shirbert #cole mckenzie roasts gilbert for 1000 words #25 days of christmas challenge

[justwhumpythings]

can you do 3, 12, and 16 for the meta asks?

I'm going to assume this was meant to be directed at me even though I haven't reblogged the ask meme recently 💙

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Ooh. See, when I wrote this question, I was a) slightly ripping off another ask I'd seen a few days before (sorry) and b) really hoping I'd be asked this one. However. I now can't remember what scene(s) I had in mind when I thought that 😆

I've decided that if I feel I want to, I'm going to write random scenes from some of my highly-developed but never-to-be-written stories and AUs, so I don't need the permission anymore. And then if I do write them, I might decide to post them, without context. Who knows?

I drift back to a bunch of scenes in my sci-fi-ish ineffable husbands-ish au (which I call swau because originally it was inspired by Star Wars) whenever I'm daydreaming. There's a very pivotal scene in which Azira finally manages to kill the bad guy who has him and Cro-lee* imprisoned, which is very dramatic.

*I am not yet married to this spelling XD

I wrote down a great line for it the other month - Cro-lee offers to dispose of the body on his own, because Az seems pretty shaken, but Az says no. Two facts: 1) in this au, Azira ends up mute and learns to communicate with Cro-lee with sign language (based on BSL) and b) the BSL sign for 'want' and 'need' are the same, the only difference is the lip pattern. So, the line: Azira signs "No. I want to see. Or it could have been need to see. Cro-lee couldn't read the difference on his lips." I figured he would mean both really so it was such a great match up that they are the same sign.

There's also an emotional scene after they've got away and found their 'happy ending' that is the only thing I've ever come up with that makes me tear up a bit every time. I might write that fully someday.

12. Do you want your writing to be famous?

Not especially. Obvs I love the validation of having people read and enjoy my work, but I quite like being fairly low-profile in the fandom. The stuff I normally write isn't exactly the kind of thing I want a lot of wider attention drawn to 😅 Some of my other explorations it would be nice to 'do well' with though!

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

Speaking of, yes! I am experimenting a little atm with *quiet gasp*... smut. I'm enjoying it so far and I think it's coming along well! If I keep trying to roll on through my wip list I will also soon have to write something from Aziraphale's perspective for the first time (actually technically it'll be the second time but heartbreak was quite short). That will be interesting!

Thanks for asking!

#off topic #ask #about me #my fic

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Fairy Ranmaru 3 - 5 | TWEWY 3 - 5 | HGPC 6 - 12, 22 - 24 | Back Arrow 7

Adding the tag for Fairy Ranmaru, because that's the only anime I have really set for this season.

Fairy Ranmaru 3

· Update: For some reason, I didn’t quite realise he was speaking English the first time and then repeating himself in Japanese. It’s only a very short scene, which is probably how it happened.

· LOL, that one well-timed beam that only vaguely obscured Uruu’s butt…

· If I heard small Uruu right, he calls her okaasama and not okaasan.

· LOL, Asahi (morning) = Yuuhi (evening) beer.

· I wonder what’s up with Houjou? Is he gonna be evil, like (SPOILERS!) the manager in Mahou Shoujo Ore? Why doesn’t Houjou have wings, anyway? Update: Notice the main quintet get rid of the wings in some shots and then conjure them when necessary. It might just be Houjou hasn’t needed his wings yet…

· Hmm…I’ve been thinking about how Japanese HypMic fans buy lots of CDs and merch (crazy amounts, have you seen the shrines???) to do something similar, but their purpose isn’t really to keep their characters’ careers going in as much as it is to further a plotline…so is it really on the same level as this [buying all the photobooks for the sake of helping the relevant celebrity succeed]? I dunno, you decide.

· LOL, conveniently-placed light beams are really terrible this episode.

· …wow. That got…uh…suggestive (?) (I was really shocked when I saw that the first time. How did they manage to get away with that on late-night TV???)

· We went from Madoka Magica -> moe world -> ukiyoe world…what’s next?

· …uh…suggestive? (x2)

· They really like the pot theme, huh…?

· I dunno if that was meant to be poignant that Ranmaru said Uruu was crying on the inside, but…I laughed at it.

HGPC 6

· Wait, so why was Nodoka’s mum unemployed? Was she moving for work? Update: Seems she quit her job because Nodoka was hospitalised.

HGPC 7

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 8

· SKY appears to be “Sukoyaka”. Update: Yep, later you see Chiyu with the track outfit and it says SKYK.

HGPC 9

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 10

· (no notes, sorry!)

Back Arrow 7

· This general with the big beard kinda looks like Archie (from Pokemon).

· Hmm…I think I like Prax already, with the sole exception her Briheight looks rather similar to a palette-swapped Muga.

TWEWY 3

· This song must mean so much more to people who’ve played the game…(The OP, I mean.)

· Shoumetsu…it means “erasure”, technically. Will wait and see if it means more in context.

· Subaru using his normal voice as Beat. I think Ichiro is also his normal voice, or slightly gruffer and/or lower.

· Tower Records, as anime fans know, is an anime/music store. They’re well known for their “no anime, no life” stuff (exhibit A: the HypMic Rhyme Anima version).

· Ooh, Shibuya Marui. Reminds me of the one I saw in Akihabara.

· One of the signs in the back says “Shibuya First Bank”.

· “…1 Days” (sic).

· Why do I seem to recall Neku can only use one of his badge powers as a time…? Where did I learn that from?...I don’t know.

· The final boss defeated in episode 3. There is surely more around the corner…

· Ohhhhhhhh! That’s a big twist!

TWEWY 4

· Parco = this department store chain. Known mostly for P’PARCO shopping centres.

· *opens calculator on computer* The square root of 10814 is 104…Shibuya 104. Update: It’s 109 in real life, but 104 here.

· Are those…crabs? *Crab Rave plays in background*

· The Reapers at the top have cardinal directions in their surnames, but Uzuki doesn’t. That’s because her first name means the 4th month of the calendar. Update: Kariya has the character for “hunter” in his surname, too.

· LOL, Yoshidaya (in the back, a parody of Yoshinoya).

· I wonder, why is Joshua’s power so similar to Neku’s fire pin…?

· Rhyme has “dream” as one of the kanji in her name.

· Kangaroo Noise…(*thinks about HypMic ARB* Not more kangaroos…) (<- kidding)

· Oh no! I read spoilers before this so I knew Beat was going to become a Reaper, but…oh nooooooooo!

HGPC 11

· Exploding dandelion seeds…now that’s novel!

HGPC 12

· Ah, so here’s Batetemoda’s intro��(he’s such a chuuni…)

HGPC 22

· Skipped a bunch of episodes because I saw them already.

· The decision to write “Asumin” without the U is a bit weird, I think, but still a valid one.

HGPC 23

· (no notes, sorry!)

HGPC 24

· (no notes, sorry!)

Fairy Ranmaru 4

· LOL, he (Juka) tossed poor Bakkun…

· LOL, censorship bottles.

· Brass ring. I’d never heard of the term before and I’m an English (kinda-)native speaker. (Technically Cantonese is my first language, but English is my best.)

· Did you see Uruu’s rubber duck?

· Bakkun’s a couch now! Cute!

· …so basically, Juka is a healer. Got it.

· Note how the F is green now…

· I always look away at the kiss scenes. They’re a bit of a waste of time, methinks.

· LOL, the randomly-placed effects and beams over Juka’s bits.

· Oh, Sunflowers. That would explain why Starry Night is Juka’s painting in the OP, like Uruu’s is the Great Wave.

· …and here’s Starry Night now, right on cue.

· JKRM???? (Shouldn’t that be L…?)

TWEWY 5

· The A in “CAT” looked slightly like it had cat ears.

· Wait, if this was with flip phones back in the day, did they still have apps then…? Or was it programs?

· Ooh, orange badge.

· ”Fresh Humburger”, LOL.

Fairy Ranmaru 5

· Note the opening segment has a plain chatreuse background for Ranmaru (aside from a scratched effect, like someone’s rubbed a pencil lead over it), fireworks for Homura, the Wave for Uruu, Starry Night for Juka and…I don’t know what Takara’s is, but it’s bright yellow and has spots on the edges.

· LOL, Bakkun’s use of sauces. If they only eat curry, why do they have tomato sauce and mustard, anyway…?

· I don’t think I ever properly understood what “out to lunch” meant…”temporarily not in command of one's mental faculties.” There you go!

· The sign’s F is gold this time…

· Yeah, around when she said “you bought all my vegetables”, I noticed the boxes said “carrots”, “potatoes” and so on. I didn’t even know “carrot” had kanji until yesterday, believe it or not (and I learnt that from a HypMic fan comic…*sweatdrops* Samatoki hates carrots).

· I dunno why, but men in anime sure seem to be proud of eating meat…

· LOL, weirdly-placed light beams over Takara’s butt. (I don’t know whether to call the staff “cowards” for refusing to showing the full butt or not.)

· Even the money has pots on it! I love how this anime keeps on going with that joke…(lel?)

· As it turns out, fuhen means “unchanging”. Yaochou likewise means “fixed game”, but it’s a pun on the word for “grocer” (八百屋, readyaoya and sharing the first two kanji, hence the English translation of “Fixed Grocer”).

· Oh! I had to think about it a little, but Ruise = Seiru (sale) backwards. (Update: Sort of, there's a line in the middle that has to be covered for with the I.) “Oshida”, I think, is meant to mean “authority”, so to put that with Fuhen would mean something like “eternal authority [over Ruise and her dad, due to their debt]”. Update: You know when the bull gets pushed out of the ring? That’s called oshidashi.

· Hmm? That star badge Takara wears in human form seems to be that yellow thing on his shoulder in fairy form.

· Hmm…come to think of it, “bull” was the name of a type of stock market speculator…What a pun!

· Why does Takara keep licking his lips???

#simulcast commentary #Fairy Ranmaru #Back Arrow #The World Ends With You #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #Healin' Good PreCure #Chesarka watches F-Ran #Chesarka watches TWEWY #Chesarka watches Back Arrow #Chesarka watches HGPC

[hopelesstvaddict]

The Last of the Starks - Random thoughts on Episode 4

It started so promising though

This fourth episode opened with the aftermath of the Battle of Winterfell and a tearful funeral to bid farewell to the departed characters. Ramin Djawadi offers some more of his genius to score the scene… and that’s about his only meaningful contribution to the episode. What a shame after the mastery he displayed in the previous episode. The rest of this one is underscored with reused bits and pieces that sometimes work (Brienne and Jaime were scored by an unreleased cue that worked - but strangely previously accompanied Tyrion, Shae and Sansa at their wedding and later during Tyrion’s trial; Littlefinger’s theme reappears as Sansa makes the decision to tell Tyrion about Jon’s parentage) and frankly sometimes are total misses. Take the scene where Cersei and Dany’s forces face off at the gates of King’s Landing. It’s scored by a mashup of a cue that was previously used for the Boltons and a snippet from The Spoils of War intertwined with I Choose Violence. And to top it off the credits that roll right after a scene that should be deemed as tragic are accompanied by Shall We Begin, the same that ended Dany’s arrival at Dragonstone in 7x01. Hardly fitting, right ?

I have read that Missandei’s death reminds the viewers of Ned’s death. Well, Ned’s death was followed by Goodbye Brother, a sorrowful and quiet variation of the Stark theme - proper for mourning. Finishing here with this triumphant variation of the Targaryen theme removes any occasion to mourn for Missandei; some other episodes even finished off without any music at all. And if they really wanted a triumphant cue, the triumph is all for Cersei here so a variation of The Rains of Castamere would have worked better than Dany’s theme. This is absolutely not a victory for Dany here

Please do yourself a favor and go listen to I’m Sorry For Today by Ramin Djawadi. Then tell me this is not a better cue to end this episode. Wanna know something else ? It’s Greyworm and Missandei’s love theme. So… I just want to say a big no-no to whoever was in charge of music here

And then it spiraled down

Time constraints are back and it makes everyone worry about the rest of the season. The show already struggled during its entire seventh season with these problems of days/weeks spanning within minutes of an episode not to mention characters maddeningly being able to teleport literally anywhere they were needed to be. Well, it’s back on and it hurts everyone from the audience to the story to the characters themselves. While the first three episodes seemed to have learned from the previous mistakes by allowing the gravity of the situation at Winterfell to be really felt - giving the battle against the dead and the loss of characters much more impact - this installment reverts to what drew audience away from S7 by trying to pack too much in an episode that suffers from the lack of impact these developments should - in theory - have on viewers. In previous seasons, this episode would probably have been divided into two or even three episodes. I’ll say it again, I still don’t understand why HBO allowed the seasons to be shorter when 10 episodes per season was clearly a good rhythm. This decision to cut S7 and S8 down did nothing good to the show

Anyway we lose more characters here and that’s the big problem. It seems that the previous episode pulled back its punches and restrained from killing too many just to create an effect of surprise and shock in this one. But that’s just about it. There’s shock but no lasting emotional punch. We lose Rhaegal and Missandei but we hardly feel anything other than pure shock. There is no sadness, no real emotion. They’re just gone and on we move. It’s like the whole Viserion situation all over again only worse. Losing Rhaegal so soon and in such an unceremonious way serves in theory to create shock. Except the fact is, it only comes off as writing off an asset that is not needed anymore. And very poorly at that. What use was Rhaegal then apart from having Jon fly him for a few cool scenes ? In this case I’d have preferred him to die in the Battle of Winterfell

Since Dany lost Rhaegal, I don’t really see any point in her losing Missandei as well. Her dragon is largely enough to make her tip over the edge. Unless Missandei’s death furthers Greyworm’s story instead. Dany is already on her way to end up completely alone, having lost Jorah, most of her army, now her confidante and it remains to be seen how her commander will react to the death of his love. That was even confirmed by the producers as something very intentional. Varys is also lost to her and on the verge of taking Tyrion with him. On a positive note, Lena Headey continues to shine but I think Emilia does a tremendous job as well in portraying Dany’s descent into darkness

Jon and Dany are sinking and drag everyone with them

In any case, Dany and Jon seem headed for disaster. He still cannot say I love you back and what little faith I have left in Jon compels me to think he at least will not participate in the mass murder Dany seems to be leaning into. This at least is an aspect I am glad was not rushed over. The gradual transition of Dany from hero to tragic and morally questionable protagonist (to avoid the V word) is not - as some claim - too sudden to be credible; we have seen the seeds planted firmly in S7 and even earlier. Dany has my sympathy because I can still recognize her story as a tragic one and I feel for the losses she suffered. But in terms of ruling and politics, she’s no match to Sansa whom the remaining players still seem to take no notice of, as one of the best fitted rulers around (if not the only one)

Notice that Jon and Dany’s one-on-one scene is silent. There’s no music there, no Truth variation (thankfully!) to underscore it, a big contrast to the Jaime/Brienne scene. There was no romantic context to read here. Another observation : she uses touch as a means to get to Jon, just like Sansa did

Then there’s the Jon problem. I don’t know what to say about him because I hardly recognize the character. Who is this man who doesn’t even pet his direwolf ? Now I’m happy that Ghost gets a better ending than Rhaegal but this is a big disservice to a character that used to be much more important not just for the story but to Jon as well. Plus he keeps pushing his allegiance to Dany on his siblings and I bet Sansa was THIS close to blurt out loud that this was HIS allegiance, not HERS

And I can’t even begin with Jon still constantly shutting Sansa down. Anyone can literally understand the benefits of letting soldiers rest. And it’s not ‘provoking’ as Tyrion later states. It’s basic human concern mingled with a touch of military savvy. I wonder why everyone misinterprets literally what comes out of her mouth. It doesn’t take an A++ military strategist to come up with this kind of suggestion. Yet BOTH Dany and Jon shut down this basic guideline from Military 101. Sansa can’t even be bothered to argue with Jon anymore and honestly I don’t blame her. It’s up to Arya to call him on his bullshit

On a positive note, once again, Arya and Sansa synchronize themselves by holding their hands behind their back at the war council - a nice way to present a united front. Notice however that this time around, Arya is better at hiding her displeasure at Dany than her sister when in S7 she was pretty vocal about the Northern lords. Usually Sansa is the more diplomatic one, yet this season she can’t help but speak up to Dany. One then remembers Sophie Turner’s comments on a ‘more passionate fight’ this season than a political one. Sansa ‘loses it’ because she is triggered about Jon and Dany

And for an episode called The Last of the Starks its pivotal scene feels a lot underwhelming. First let this fact sink in : this is the FIRST AND ONLY time that all the Starks share some screen time alone and speak as a family. Yes these kids have never interacted onscreen before. Anyway, Arya and Sansa finally learn the truth of Jon’s parentage. Yet we’re denied the actual telling and their reactions. Jon doesn’t even do the deed himself; instead Bran does it. Was Jon ever really needed then ? I’ve seen speculation that Jon specifically refrained from telling them himself so that he could technically keep his word to Dany. Why not but still frustrating

The next time we see Arya, she’s on her way south. So is Jon. Only Sansa seems really affected by what she has learnt. And for a house that places so much importance on the pack as family, you have once again a family that is not only divided because of Jon’s parentage, his allegiance to someone all of his siblings haven’t praised a single time but also geographically as two head south - possibly to never return - and two stay home, one of whom is not really part of the family anymore. So what happens to 'The pack survives’? Are they even a pack anymore ? Were they ever ? Sansa alone seems to still cling onto this futile notion. Jon leaves everything that ties him to the North behind, from Ghost to Sam and Tormund, not to mention his cousins. And yet, there’s still NO GOODBYES

I’d speculated before that Jon and Sansa might argue more over his Starkness. That seems unlikely now since the two haven’t had any one-on-one scene since the first episode. Given how Jon treats her I kind of stick by my point that he doesn’t deserve her. With only two episodes left, even if Jon magically reveals that he was playing some kind of game, this late in the endgame would feel cheap and effectively rendered less impactful

And on Sansa, again the time jumping does a great disservice to her - but that’s not the only time her character is dealt a poorly with. The framing of this installment makes it like Sansa couldn’t wait to snitch on Jon to Tyrion. Instead, a lot of time has passed per the producers who told us that this was a very thoroughly thought decision on her part. Well, that wasn’t what transpired on screen and if really some time has passed, then her onscreen upset appearance is not even a reaction to Jon’s secret

Anyway Tyrion asks her if she is alright. She is not. Cue the parallel to Littlefinger’s ‘what do you want that you do not have ? Why aren’t you happy ?’ This episode clearly points out Jon as the answer. And it’s not just her protectiveness over him - also, wasn’t HE supposed to be the one who protects her? - it’s the look of pure unaldultered adoration and fondness she shoots at him during the celebrations only to be tarnished by what everyone interprets - rightly - as jealousy over Dany. Notice that when she’s had enough and goes, Jon notices. Why she keeps being so faithful to him is a bit beyond me honestly but hey I don’t have Sansa’s patience with everyone else’s bullshit

On Jaime and Brienne : I was happy they got together and then mad at Jaime for going but I can’t blame him really. Sitting out the rest of the war was never a viable option for him and I like to think that Sansa subtly prompted him to go with her comment on Cersei

Logics fly out of the window

As many pointed out, the logistics of I-Can-Magically-Teleport-Myself -And-My-Fleet-Euron are all but credible and the odds of hitting a flying dragon not once, not twice but three times in a row and then miraculously miss one dragon with a dozen simultaneous arrows are downright ridiculously low. But then again… a flying Dany could not spot the Iron Fleet when she was airborne. So let’s just not dwell too long on this one

Sansa did not catch on PolJon. When Arya tells Jon she respects his decision to kneel in order to bring Dany’s forces north, Sansa is stunned. But previously, we thought that she had understood why Jon did it when she was conversing with Dany. Apparently not

Not a bad episode really. But clearly, the lesser of S8 so far and one that’s very worrying over the final two that have so much to wrap up.

#game of thrones #got #game of thrones thoughts #got thoughts #got meta #game of thrones meta #sansa stark #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #arya stark #cersei lannister #jonsa #anti jonerys #anti-jonerys #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #tyrion lannister #jaime x brienne #ramin djawadi

[veestormcourage]

I’ve finally gotten around to the Ace Attorney anime

And boy am I disappointed so far!

Not sure I need spoiler breaks for an anime that’s already been out for a few years and a game that’s been out for over a decade in the states and more than fifteen years in Japan, but I’ll still pretend no one knows about the sled, so to speak.

FIRST POINT: Animation

Seriously, the animation is shit.  I’m having flashbacks to Sailor Moon Crystal.  I didn’t take a million screen caps of it like I did for Crystal, but type the following into Google and take a look: ace attorney anime bad animation.  When Phoenix bows to Grossberg, his hands did the same thing Jadite’s did, and in the very beginning when he’s apologizing to Mia for being late, again, the hands.  His hair spikes are constantly changing size, the 3D is egregiously terrible when they pan the courtroom in the first episode (not so bad when they don’t pan the model), and the gallery in the second trial (ep. 2-5) could have been made with better models back in the original game’s launch year...of the Japanese version!!!  The use of effects only in the trial of ep. 1 just highlights further what a dumb idea it was (albeit one sort of taken from the live action movie), while the whole magic screens coming from the paneling thing seems just plain dumb given at this point the setting of the games has turned around and become “present day” instead of “fifteen years into the future.” Inconsistencies with things like Mia’s boobs and Phoenix’s hair spikes aside, the actual models they came up with...are pretty terrible, actually.  Phoenix’s forehead is just plain wrong, Gumshoe’s head is all...something...Mia looks like she has an animation error instead of a mole, the whole makeup thing when Maya channeling is idiotic and kind of sexist when taken in context with the credits animation, Mia wears slight heels and is only 8 cm/3 in. shorter than Phoenix in the first place yet she’s way shorter standing next to him in court -- for that matter, Maya is 22 cm/8 in. shorter than Phoenix, yet she only seems to come to his collar.  This tends to be true in all the official art that she’s absolutely diminutive, but it’s always irritated me there as well, so I’ll just grouse about that one on the entire franchise.

On pan outs, the judge is literally a tan ball with a beard.  Contemplate that quality kwality for a second.

SECOND POINT: Sound

The use of music from the games is a lot more understated than I was expecting, which is a crying shame because the franchise’s music is beloved by fans, and has been acclaimed repeatedly for years.  When I did hear the motifs from the games, I started to feel a shred of hope for the anime.  The opening is just fluffy nonsense, generic OP stuff that will be forgotten immediately and probably skipped if VRV will stop being a pain in the ass every time I jump around. I like that VRV gives me the option of dubbed or subbed.  I also appreciate that if I go to Crunchyroll itself instead of its VRV channel, I can choose the English or Japanese names on the sub track.  I wish that option was on VRV as well, just because I find it interesting, but meh. I don’t hate the credits song, but I’m not...happy with aspects of the animation on it.  But that’s for character reasons, not technical ones.

THIRD POINT: Voicing

I’ve watched both the dub and the sub, and I have to say, I like the fan VAs better from the years of fan-dubbing of the games.  Slightly British Edgeworth and scratchy Phoenix Wright are better than either official VA.  That said, I like Japanese Wright and Maya better than English, and I was so disappointed when I heard Edgeworth’s lack of posh accent that I went immediately back to subtitles, which is a shame because this is the kind of franchise where I might have actually gone with the dub.  And yet, that shrieky “WHAT” to open Ep. 4 in English...yeah, that lost me.  Sorry, US English Maya.

FOURTH POINT: Subtitles

Just gonna say, just because they kept the English names for one of the subtitle tracks doesn’t mean they had to keep all of the localization aspects.  Hearing Maya say “miso ramen, RA~MEN!” and seeing “burgers” gets weird.  To be fair, this was similar to the dissonance I had to wrap my head around when Digimon Adventure Tri came out.

SIXTH POINT: Compression

Actually, no complaints.  I think they’ve done well with what to cut and what to keep, and using the time they have to make the characters feel as over the top as they were in the games, so far.  Little sad the cute moment where Phoenix carries Maya to the couch was lost, though.

FINAL POINT: Characterization

This section is mostly gonna be about Maya, but I’ll knock a couple other things out of the way, first.  One is that Mia sounds a lot more...motherly, than I was expecting.  Another is that it seems weird Maya heard Mia in Ep. 4 when that’s...not a thing.  At all.  The judge seems less like a doof so far, and Edgeworth’s pompous ass has yet to seem quite as pompous as it should.  Gumshoe seems even less competent than usual, though, given his weird posing when entering the scene.

Maya got to point things out during the case and show signs of intelligence, which is nice, because half the fandom has her as Phoenix’s cool sis or something akin and recognizes her common sense wisdom and the other half has Crya the burger monster.  In the games, Maya gets Phoenix to actually pay her share way less than in fanon.  Her sprites present someone who’s a lot more solid and steady than the promo art does, which I’ve never been able to wrap my head around.  I’d finish a game, unlock that final CG, and be like “wait, what?”

So then this anime comes out, and I hear her voiced, and I go, “Wait, so she is the high-pitched adorable mascot?” I’ve never understood the universal need for them in every single anime and take great joy in subversions like Kyubey and the “Fairy” guy in Mahou Shoujo Ore.  It’s not that I don’t like them when done well, it’s just, if the series isn’t fantasy, they seem to squish a female into the role.  “Mayushii-de~su.”  Like that.  So hearing Maya done like that...ew.  Just, ew.  It also makes her seem much, MUCH younger than 17.  I moved out on my own when I was 18 and hadn’t come to terms with my gender, but I wasn’t sitting there with makeup to try to be more “adult,” either.  I think most girls go through that, sure, but it’s more of a middle school thing.  Even I did, and if 13 year old me (who wore makeup every day) was told “I have a magic ray that will make you a boy” I would have thrown my compact away and asked “Can you make it look like an accident?  My parents are Fundamentalists.”  And maybe I’m wrong for bringing my experiences into this, but then again, I’m not trying to give a professional critique, but my personal review, and in the end, that boils down to what I like and don’t like, which, meh, what can I say, I’m an innately selfish creature and myself doesn’t like seeing girls pressured to use makeup to be “grownups.” Sailor Moon always did that, too, and that’s one of my all-time favorites but LORD I hate that aspect, and hate that it’s persisted across adaptations for decades.  I hate that Maya’s new look in SoJ has lip gloss, too.  Like, “Hey, we back-stepped on all the growth at the end of AA3, so how can we show she’s matured?”  “I know!  Lip gloss!”  “Perfect, give that guy a raise!”

CONCLUSION: I’m gonna go over to AO3 and read “Archeology” again because it’s the Ace Attorney characterization we all really deserved and probably still come back and watch the entire series, but I’m gonna pray really hard it improves as it goes.  Maybe it got some actual money for the sequel seasions.

#ace attorney #ace attorney anime #gyakuten saiban #gyakuten saiban anime #rantz #is this how i used to tag things

[team-orgk]

Team ORGK Post-Fall explained. Part 3: The Triumph will be ours

Moving onto volume 5 of the summary, this part will have little changed from the series proper and only focus on Oz (and also Oscar). All of the other team members are as they were when last mentioned in part too (because I’d hesitant writing things that could be too far in need to retconning once the story gets to their location in canon). Certain parts are written to be the same as in canon, though Oz being alive and separate from Oscar will cause some differences.

Also something with the order of events is flexible, I list them this way because it’s easier for my purposes and the “canon” on the blog, but for RPing, partiucarlly with other character also in the scene, it doesn't have to be purely set in stone.

Here are the links to the other parts: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Later]

Upon their arrival in Mistral, Oz and Oscar head for the safe house. Oz isn’t 100% sure if Qrow would have made it there before him, but he figured that there would be the first place to check for him so they could check in with each other, and he could get his cane back. They find not only Qrow, but RNJR too; coming back from their meeting with Professor Lionheart (Qrow planning to grab something from the house before heading to the bar like he was planning to). The group is cautious and skeptical of the pair of new comers at first, after the their run in with Tyrian, but Oz manages to convince them to step inside so he can reveal his true identity to them without concern. (Upon that reveal, Qrow gives Oz his cane back)

RNJR are all very confused by this revelation because they thought he died during the Fall of Beacon, so they had a mountain of questions to ask which eventually leads the topics conversations had in Unforeseen Complications with added introduction to Oscar in the context of this AU. They set their plan, having Qrow look for more Huntsmen, have RNJR train under Ozpin so they’ll be ready fight and doubly so for Oscar because he’s is still separate from Oz and doesn’t have the muscle memory to make up the difference easier, and go about getting Oscar a proper weapon as well. (In cause you’re wondering, yes Oz did still jump on the in this AU because he’s just that extra)

Oscar isn’t completely out of his depth in combat training, he’s fought some small Grimm before (as stated in Necessary Sacrifice) had probably read some books on combat in the past, and has worked as a farmhand so  His progress probably does’t go as fast as it does in the show, but he does pick up on the subject quickly enough to where he can at least be able to defend himself.

The training scene in Lighting the Fire plays out much like it does in the show, Oscar and Ruby spar, then Oz comes over, reminding Oscar to engage his aura and then he spars with Ruby. They still have a talk about aura and semblances but it’s less expositiony because it at least seems like Oscar should know a bit about (it seems like they wouldn’t be exclusive to just Huntsmen, just more trained then people typically would). There’s probably some hint drops form Oz about his own semblance to the group, but he’s not telling them yet.

(I personally really like the scene between Ruby and Oscar in Necessary Sacrifice and want to include it, but the situation with Oscar being as different as it is makes it more difficult. I’m gonna try my best with it anyway. Here we go!)

Despite not being forced into the situation and generally being more optimistic in this version of events, Oscar is still scared, and realizing more and more the gravity of the situation, is having trouble staying as positive as Ruby seems to which leads into the conversation. The talk between them cover the same bases as in the show, though at some point Oz heads down to the training room and over hears then but decides not to interrupt until after they’re done which leads into the exchange between him and Oscar afterwards.

There are probably various little interactions between the group that take place during this time. I’m not going to get into them here because they’re not super relevant to major changes at this time, but at some point down the line I’d like to get into it

In Rest and Resolution Oscar is actually allowed to be a part of the dinner everyone is having, because no awkward “former headmaster technically listening in the whole time, and the talk after goes much pretty much the same without huge not of change (maybe being less offended and freaked out about birds, because that was dumb? but other then that it works)

Qrow does still get the call from Leo saying to come to Haven and him and Oz are still suspicious about it. With this in mind they plan accordingly. Assuming it’s a trap, it takes them some time to determine whether Oscar should come with everyone, but ultimately decide that it’d be safer if he’s where they can keep an eye on him, rather then him possible getting ambushed on his own while they’re away for not know how deep this plot runs. (he has gotten his gotten his own weapon by this point)

They group all head to the school, Oz once again in disguise, at least for the most part. Oz remains quiet throughout the reveal of the villain’s plot. When the fight breaks out Oscar stays on the main floor to help the other’s down there, and Oz goes up to fight Leo.

When Leo goes to fire at Oz, he brings up his cane to block, but the hard light barrier of his helmet breaks from the force, revealing himself to Leo. Oz didn’t wear his under helmet disguise because he wanted to have a conversation with Leo as himself, and he felt like this was going to be his last chance. He tries to talk Leo down, but ultimately neither back off from they position and the fight continues as normal.

After Ruby is knocked out and Weiss is stabbed, Oscar still goes over to help Ruby as in the show. Ozpin, upon seeing the damage done to the two, two of his students all of whom he does have a protective nature towards, is furious, so much so that he forgets that he isn’t fully in disguise right now. Using Leo as a spring board, he jumps down and over to one of the two (either or), knocking Leo down the stairs. With his helmet not working anymore Hazel is easily able to see who he is, and becomes enraged.

Oz has to move on the defensive because of Hazel’s attacks, and Oscar wants to help, despite Oz’s protests. The telling of Hazel’s backstory is much the same, as is Oscar’s choice after. Obviously Oz isn’t taking control of Oscar at this point because they’re still separate, but instead he uses his semblance to keep Oscar out of the way so Hazel focus only on him. This does divide his attention and he can’t keep it up for the whole rest of the fight. After an exchange between the two, oz finally agrees to let Oscar properly help.

During the fight itself nothing else really needs to change. Only after everything is done do differences appear again. When Qrow brings the relic over, Oscar has already passed out and Oz is awake still and not quite as warn out. He tells Qrow that they need to get the Relic to Atlas. They also both figure that because Salem’s forces already know that he’s alive, there’s no real point in hiding it from everyone else anymore and he’ll give a statement about what happened here for the authorities investigation.

Before that however, Ozpin realizes that Leo is absent still. Getting a creeping sense of dread he rushes off to his office to both check on him and stop him from leaving if he plans to leave. But it’s already too late, making Oz the one who finds Leo’s body after being killed by Salem.

Additional note: With the CCT down, It’s not likely that the news of Ozpin alive and at Haven will spread very fast, or at all. But assuming it does the remaining member of ORGK will hear about it and be on guard now that that secret had dropped (I’m sorry for not including them more in this, I wasn’t really sure what to do)

#Post-fall - Verse #Sands of time - Ozpin

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In Regards to Pirozhki: For You

Title: In Regards to Pirozhki: For You Fandom: Yuri on Ice Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov Relationships: Yuri Plisetsky & Yuuri Katsuki, Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Swearing

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Summary: It's not every day that Yuri Plisetsky comforts sad figure skaters and casually offers them a bag of his favourite food. But if it's for a certain pork cutlet bowl, he's willing to give it a try. 

Author’s Notes: This is a direct continuation of In Regards to Hugs: No. (The two were originally intended to be one fic, but the hug scene got so long that I decided to split them into two separate parts.) Both can be read as complete standalone pieces, but I do recommend reading In Regards to Hugs first for better context and buildup! I had a lot more creative freedom with this one because of how little detail we were given in the anime, and I hope I managed to do my favourite Yuuri & Yurio moment justice! Yurio is an absolute sweetheart and I will protect that smile to the ends of the earth.

There were a few things that Yuri Plisetsky did not like. Quite a few, actually.

The long list included but was not limited to: being randomly attacked with unwanted hugs, searching for people in the snow at night, and having to fuss and fret over lonely idiots who were in desperate need of love.

And yet, in the span of one eventful night, the Rostelecom Cup fourth-placer had managed to put Yuri through all three. Yuri was disgusted, impatient, and worried, and he couldn’t wait to find that stupid pork cutlet bowl so that he could put an end to both of their miseries.

Fuck my life, how did it come to this? Since when was Katsudon’s misery my misery as well?

Flakes of snow fluttered delicately in the icy air, dancing in a colourful harmony with the illumination of various traffic lights and street lamps. There was an occasional flash of brightness when a car zoomed past, and the trees swayed gently in the chilly breeze, sprinkled with the shimmering whiteness of their winter garments. Yuri trudged on, a bag of pirozhki in his hand and a frown on his face as he continued to search.

The Japanese skater couldn’t have gone very far in this unfamiliar city, and Yuri could only rely on his instincts to guide him to the person he needed to find. And he needed to find him as quickly as possible. The idiot could have gotten himself into danger after dark in a place he couldn’t navigate well. His troubled mindset might even cause him to do reckless things that could jeopardise his wellbeing. Or he might have gotten lost somewhere, doomed to freeze or starve to death if someone did not come for him.

Needless to say, Yuri Plisetsky was starting to freak out, so he was beyond relieved when he finally saw it.

A figure wrapped in a thick brown coat, leaning weakly against the railings as he stared off blankly at the emptying road. With his glasses in front of his eyes and a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, Yuuri Katsuki’s face was almost completely concealed. Yet there was no mistaking the slouched physique and downcast eyes as he stood, brooding over something that Yuri had a pretty good idea of.

The sight made Yuri’s heart clench a little, enough so that he almost chided himself for not having returned the pork cutlet bowl’s impulsive hug earlier on. If he had, maybe Yuuri wouldn’t be like this right now. Sure, he wasn’t Victor, but perhaps he could have made just a tiny bit of difference if he hadn’t been so defensive back then. Yuri had never been much of a hugger himself, but given how crestfallen and lonely the Japanese skater looked, he might—keyword being might—have been willing to give him a tiny cuddle if the idiot had just asked and explained himself rather than stalking around and jumping on everyone like a fucking zombie.

But no, it wasn’t Yuri’s fault. This technically wasn’t even any of his goddamn business, yet here he was, navigating the streets of Moscow in the freezing cold while clutching the bag of cold pirozhki that was his to begin with.

This was Victor’s fault. The incompetent geezer who had ditched his protégé and left him to deal with his nerves and anxiety all alone while he flew off to Japan for his dog. So no, actually, it was Makkachin’s fault! And all because the bundle of useless brown fluff had almost choked himself to death. Did he not know that he wasn’t supposed to eat those fucking manju? Was he not taught anything? Fuck, could dogs even be taught this kind of stuff?

Dumbass dog. Yuri hoped he was okay.

Speaking of dumbasses, the pork cutlet bowl seemed to have absolutely no idea that Yuri was slowly advancing towards him from the side. Even the steady crunching of fallen snow beneath sneakers and the slight rustle of a paper bag did not stir him from his daze. Did the dumbass human not have ears or peripheral vision? Yuri could have been a thief or a killer, and with the state that Yuuri was in right now, targeting him would have been all but too easy. Was he often like this? How will he protect himself if he never notices people approaching?

Yuri stopped a few metres away from the disheartened Japanese man, because shit, he hadn’t rehearsed an opening line. It wasn’t every day that he comforted sad figure skaters and casually offered them a bag of his favourite food. What should he say? ‘Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t hug you back’? ‘You must be feeling lonely without Victor’? ‘I saw that you looked pretty miserable back there, so here I am to keep you company and hopefully cheer you up a bit’?

The ideas were preposterous and out of the question, and Yuri felt like throwing up at the thought of ever uttering those words, even if there may have been some truth in them. And plus, his aim was to give Yuuri some kind of semblance of home and the warmth he craved, not alarm him even more by being overly eager and gross. Normalcy might be the better option.

So Yuri did what he did best. He leapt and hurled his body forward, extending his leg to dig his foot squarely into the Japanese skater’s body. There was just the right amount of force and aim in the kick to send Yuuri plummeting sideways with a startled yowl, before dropping face-down onto the snow.

‘There you are, Katsudon,’ Yuri grumbled. ‘You made me look for you.’

He almost slapped a palm over his mouth for that declaration, but then Yuuri rotated himself on the ground and looked up at him with eyes so vulnerable that his embarrassment vanished instantly

‘Oh, Yurio…’ Yuuri managed to articulate. Yuri had long since moved on from refusing to answer to that undesirable nickname to begrudgingly tolerating it only from certain people. But tonight, hearing the word flowing so naturally from Yuuri’s mouth almost made him feel comforted. Yuri wasn’t sure what he had been expecting or possibly even fearing, but Yuuri’s response was enough to calm his nerves a smidgen. As it turned out, the Japanese man wasn’t the only person who needed some sense of normalcy tonight.

Regardless, Yuri was still traumatised from the sickening hug fest and more than a little exasperated by Yuuri’s disappointing skating performance, so he had some good complaining to do.

‘What was that earlier? Stop creeping me out! And what was that free skate, anyway?’ he scolded, not once pausing to allow Yuuri to answer; he needed to get it all out of his system before he chickened out and stormed back in the direction he had come from. ‘You can make the excuse that you couldn’t do your best because Victor wasn’t there,’ Yuri reminded the confused Japanese skater, before shoving his resentment into the pit of his stomach so he could speak the next words without detonating, ‘but I was in top form and earned a new personal best, only to lose to JJ again! You have no right to feel more down than me, Katsudon!’ By now, Yuri was pointing an accusing finger right in Yuuri’s innocent face and had raised his voice so that he was bellowing.

Yuri was never one to openly talk about his failures, especially with rivals and competitors. Would he later feel humiliated that he painted himself in a lowly light simply to cheer someone else up? Probably. But if it managed to relieve Yuuri’s discouragement and self-loathing, then maybe Yuri could suck it up and get over it eventually.

With that, Yuri felt his fingers tighten around the worn paper bag. The moment had arrived. It was now or never.

Should he do it? It wasn’t too late to back out. He could casually end this somewhat pointless conversation and troop back to the safety of his room, where he would be free from the pressure of expressing an emotion other than anger. But then, what? Leave the stupid pork cutlet bowl out here, moping in the frigid winter of Moscow? The teen would then spend the rest of the night staring ruefully at the bag of uneaten pirozhki, too ashamed to eat them himself.

Alright, fine, let’s do this… Actually, you know what? Screw it. But still… I can’t just… Oh, for fuck’s sake…

This was a life decision for Yuri Plisetsky. But then his eyes met Yuuri Katsuki’s downhearted ones and took in the sight of his doleful posture, and he decided, to hell with it.

It was like his arm moved before his brain directed it to, tossing the bag into Yuuri’s lap. ‘You can have it,’ the teen muttered, unable to look at Yuuri’s face as he felt an unwelcome heat tingling beneath the skin of his face. ‘It’s almost your birthday, right?’

Fuck, why is my face burning up like this? It’s supposed to be fucking snowing.

‘Eh?’ Yuuri looked down and opened the paper bag in his lap. ‘Pirozhki?’

Yuri wished the ground would swallow him up right then and there as he watched the Japanese skater take in the sight of his early birthday gift. There was no turning back now. He was done for. The cool and edgy Ice Tiger of Russia had caved beneath the forces of sympathy and affection, reduced to nothing but a mass of sappy, pleasant niceness. This was absolutely disgusting, yet Yuri found that he did not regret this disgusting decision one bit.

He buried his fists in the pockets of his hoodie, not daring to direct his gaze at the man sitting on the ground before him. ‘Eat,’ he ordered.

And just his luck, a fucking car decided to whizz past at that precise moment, possibly drowning out the one word he had managed to muster.

I am not fucking repeating myself.

‘Huh? Right here?’ Yuuri asked innocuously.

‘Eat!’ barked Yuri. Good god, why was he so helpless tonight? Yuri would need to find time later to mourn the bygone days when he had been a strong and formidable young man.

His internal struggles were halted as the pork cutlet bowl slowly rose to his feet, tucking the bag of pirozhki against his belly. He lowered the mask that had been concealing his face, and when he did, Yuri felt comforted once more to see that his expression was not as devastatingly forlorn as he had been expecting.

Beneath the mask, Yuuri Katsuki had the countenance of a lonely child, lost and defenceless in this foreign country without his primary source of warmth and solace. Yuri felt reassured to note that there were no tear stains or signs of serious affliction, yet there was no denying that while things could have been worse, they definitely could be better.

But when Yuuri reached shyly into the brown bag and picked up a single pirozhok, there was a blissful glimmer in his eyes that seemed to lift all of his features in a relaxed expression of curiosity. Yuri was pleased to hear a satisfying crunch as Yuuri bit into the baked bun, and in the tranquility surrounding the two of them, he could even make out the muffled chomping noises as the Japanese man chewed.

Yuuri’s eyes darted around ever so slightly as his face shifted in concentration, and the sight was endearing enough to lift the edges of Yuri’s own lips, too.

‘There’s rice in this…’ Yuuri observed suddenly.

You bet there is!

‘Pork cutlet and egg, too…’

Yep, yep! Keep going!

Yuuri’s eyes widened with understanding, and he lifted the pirozhok slightly closer to his face to study it. ‘It’s a pork cutlet bowl!’ he proclaimed.

Yuri had been holding in his own pent-up excitement from the moment Yuuri had bit into the pirozhok, and as soon as the statement left Yuuri’s mouth, he finally let it flow forth.

‘That’s right!’ exclaimed Yuri, lifting a finger to elucidate his point. ‘My grandpa made them himself! Great, aren’t they?’ He tilted his head proudly, feeling the smile etching itself deeper onto his face.

‘Yeah! They’re vkusno!’

Yuri had no idea what he looked like to the world right now. Most likely a ridiculous grinning fool who was way too happy that his friend was enjoying his grandfather’s cooking. But watching Yuuri munching on the pirozhki, his previous depression replaced with pure delight that reached his eyes, Yuri Plisetsky couldn’t bring himself to give a single fuck.

‘Here, you have one, too, Yurio!’

Yuri was jolted out of his thoughts when a pirozhok appeared in front of his eyes. He glanced to the side to see Yuuri beaming at him, face eager as he extended the baked snack to the teen, and found himself completely immobilised and at a loss for words. The unwanted heat returned to Yuri’s face at full force, complete with a flush that made him attempt to pull his hood lower over his face, only to find that it would not go down any further.

‘I-It’s okay…’ he managed to stutter. ‘They’re for you—’

‘I want you to eat with me. Together,’ insisted Yuuri, offering a smile so bright and so hopeful that the snow around them and Yuri’s heart may as well have melted on the spot.

‘I… um…’

‘Yurio, are you okay?’ Yuuri’s brows knitted together as he caught sight of the blush dusting Yuri’s cheeks. ‘Your face looks like it’s turning r—’

‘I’m fine!’ snapped Yuri, reaching out and snatching the pirozhok from Yuuri’s hand. ‘I’m just cold! People’s faces can turn red when they’re cold. Didn’t you know that, moron?’ He bit into the bun aggressively, chewing noisily in the hopes that keeping his mouth occupied would save him from spluttering any more nonsense.

The Ice Tiger’s image was beyond salvaging at this point.

But somehow, with the snow drifting gently onto his nose and shoulders, the radiant lights blinking in the background, and Yuuri giggling lightly beside him, Yuri decided that this was much more precious than any image he could ever have hoped to retain. The pirozhki were indeed cold and hardened, and the frosty winter air showed no signs of relenting, but Yuri couldn’t remember a time outside of his grandfather’s house when he had ever felt this warm.

No matter how slowly he tried to eat the pirozhok, though, the moment was bound to come to an end.

‘Thank you, Yurio,’ said Yuuri sincerely, after the last morsel had been devoured. ‘I was feeling a little down before, but thanks to you, I think I’m a lot better now.’

Yuri looked up to meet the pork cutlet bowl’s glistening brown orbs, and the undeniable sparks of gratitude he saw swimming there were enough to stop him from putting on a scowl.

He held Yuuri’s gaze for just a tad longer, before closing his eyes and inhaling. ‘Whatever. Just don’t go around giving people freakish hugs and then moping alone like a loser, and maybe you’ll save me some time and food.’

Yuuri smiled with a flash of knowingness, but said nothing more. Instead, he made to fold up the empty paper bag.

‘Here, just give that to me,’ mumbled Yuri.

‘To you? Oh, it’s okay! I’ll throw—’

‘Give it to me!’

After Yuuri had flinched at his forceful insistence and obediently relinquished the mass of brown paper into his hands, Yuri looked up at the older man with a glare. ‘Well? The fuck are you doing still standing out here? Get your ass back to your hotel room before you freeze.’

Yuuri briefly shifted his gaze to his shoes, before raising his head to look Yuri in the eyes. And when he spoke again, his words were quiet but genuine. ‘Thanks for taking care of me, Yurio. I really appreciate it.’

‘Huh?! I was not taking care of you, idiot!’ Yuri spat. ‘I swear to god, the ridiculous ideas you get in that shit brain of yours. Now fuck off and get some fucking sleep so you don’t miss your flight tomorrow, or you won’t get your nauseating reunion with your dumbass coach.’

Yuuri seemed completely unfazed by the Russian boy’s surly expression, which was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. Instead, he gave Yuri a small, thankful bow. ‘Well, I guess I’ll see you at the Finals, Yurio. Good luck to both of us! And thank you again.’

Yuri watched as he turned and began to head back in the direction of the hotel. He considered hollering a reminder that Yuuri would suffer a miserable defeat at the Final, but a glimpse of the paper bag in his hand made him stop.

The pirozhki had been eaten. Not eaten by himself or anyone else, but by Yuuri Katsuki. Yuuri Katsuki had accepted Yuri’s early birthday gift. Yuuri Katsuki had happily eaten the pirozhki Yuri had brought for him, and even offered Yuri one, too. Yuuri Katsuki had spent his night in the freezing snow alone with Yuri, just the two of them, his face adorned with a smile that Yuri had been the cause of.

Yuri hugged the empty bag close to his body, feeling his heart swell and his chest brim with joy, and allowed himself one last, tiny smile for the night.

He was definitely not still concerned about the pork cutlet bowl or anything, but Yuri stole a final peek in the direction of Yuuri’s retreating form, and saw that his shoulders were no longer as slumped and that his feet had stopped dragging behind him with each step he took. With most of Yuuri’s misery alleviated for now, Yuri finally allowed himself to heave a sigh of relief. His part was done, and the rest lay in the hands of that stupid old man.

The wind whistled softly, carrying away with it the last remnants of Yuri’s unease, and Yuuri’s sadness was left behind to dissipate with the evening snowfall. Not all of it, but enough for Yuri to finally be at peace.

Mission accomplished.

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