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day 5: han + mommy kink

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tw: touching over clothes; nipple play (both m and f); brief handjob; brief blowjob; mention of noona kink; fingering (f receiving); cum swallowing (m); unprotected piv sex (don’t do that at home 🤨); creampie; ♡

wc: 3k♡

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author’s note [⚠️ friends tv series spoiler alert ⚠️]: basically i got this idea from the episode in which ross & rachel call each other ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ whenever they’re around emma lol;

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“Is Jisue asleep?”, you ask your husband as soon as he comes back in the bedroom. 

Jisung nods, closing the door of your bedroom only halfway, so that you’ll hear if your daughter wakes up and starts crying - something she does a lot these days. 

“Yeah, I feel like I sang a million songs to help her fall asleep.” Jisung sighs defeated, practically throwing himself on the bed. “I sang Youtiful and Silent Cry and all the softest songs we recorded and what song does she fall asleep to? 3racha.”, he chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m telling you - she’s a baddie.”

“Well, isn’t she lucky?”, you place a kiss on his temple, then pull him closer for a hug. “She gets her own private concert for free - I had to pay almost a thousand bucks to hear you guys live.”, you chuckle, running one hand through his soft hair. 

“Only because you wanted those VIP tickets at all costs.” Jisung remarks with a smile. 

“Yeah, but look where my stubbornness brought us.”, you cuddle to his chest, and he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hadn’t I bought so tickets we wouldn’t have met - and you wouldn’t have fallen for me.”, you boop his nose with the pad of your index. “And we wouldn’t have gotten married and Jisue wouldn’t be here.”

A thought Jisung doesn’t like - he doesn’t want to imagine a life without you and his daughter, the loves of his life.

“Mh, true.” Jisung nuzzles your forehead. “But don’t think I forgot you used to be biased by Changbin-hyung.”, he teases, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“What can I say? I’m a baddie too, just like our daughter.”, you chuckle. “Speaking of whom…”, you bury your face in the crook of Jisung’s neck, then place a series of soft, chaste kisses on the skin of his neck, not missing the way it makes him get goosebumps all over his skin. “On a scale of one to ten - how asleep you think she is?”, you let one hand wander though his chest. 

“Seeping like a log.” Jisung whispers, biting on his lower lip as he feels you slipping your hand under his t-shirt. 

“Mhh, good.”, you whisper against his skin, this time placing a wet kiss on his collarbone that has him shutting his eyes closed and hold back a moan. “Because I really wanna have some fun with you tonight.”, your voice is low as you speak. At the same time, your hand makes its way under the waistband of his pajama pants, but not his boxers.  

“Oh, you- you do?” Jisung lets out a desperate sigh when he feels your hand wrapping around his clothed cock - already semi-hard and warm around your fingers, yearning to be touched properly. 

“Mh-hm.”, you hum, squeezing his length a little bit tighter, knowing it drives him crazy. Then, another kiss on his collarbone, this time you even let your tongue run over his sensitive skin, and he fists the sheets beneath him. “It’s been a while since we had some time for ourselves.”, you comment. 

“True.”, he murmurs. “I miss you.”, the hand that was resting on your hip starts to travel to your inner thigh, fingers brushing against your groin and now it’s your turn to suck in a breath. 

“Me too.”, you bite his neck gently, teeth scraping his skin. “I miss feeling you inside of me.”, you whisper in his ear, and he twitches inside his underwear. You squeeze him even tighter, but don’t show any intention of touching him properly - of slipping your hand under the waistband of his boxers and wrap your hand around his tip or his base, whichever you prefer. 

He whines in protest, hoping it’d get you to just undress him already and give him what he wants - but you don’t. You seem to be enjoying the way he’s squirming in his place, desperate. “Mhh - you can have me.” Jisung whimpers, hoping his words would convince you to stop teasing him. 

He’s a weak man and has a desperate need to feel you wrapped around him - it’s been so long since the last time you’d done it. Properly, at least. These days it’s mostly quickies, but even those rarely happened in the past weeks. Moreover, he’s pretty sure that if you keep on teasing him, he’ll cum in his boxers - and it’s not exactly what he has in mind for tonight. 

Tonight, he wants to cum in his favorite place - inside of you. 

“I know.”, you peck his lips, then smile at him. “I just want to have some fun before the real deal.”

“If you- fuck.”, he sucks in a breath when you start to jerk him off over the fabric of his underwear. “If you keep teasing me like that I’ll finish before the real deal.”, he shamelessly confesses. 

“Oh, really?”, you giggle, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his Adam apple, then down his neck, then on his collar bone, until you place your lips on top of his nipple, still covered by the thin layer of his pajama t-shirt. He lets out a choked moan when you do so, and you smirk cockily - you know it’s his weakness. Jisung loves nipple play, but he loves it even more when it’s his nipples the one being played with. Not that you’re complaining, of course, you love to suck on his nipples as you jerk him off, or brush them with the pads of your fingers as you ride him, or tease them in literally any other way. 

“I-I’m not joking.” Jisung practically whines. “You’re such a tease.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”, you whisper as you start to leave a series of kisses all over his clothed stomach and lower abdomen, stopping right before the hem of his pants. 

It’s true, he does love it. Even if sometimes he likes to pretend he doesn’t. 

You decide to end his suffering, and hook both of your thumbs on the hem of both his pants and boxers this time, and begin to slowly pull them down his thighs, finally freeing his hard cock and letting it slap on his abdomen - heavy and thick and absolutely mouthwatering. You can’t wait to wrap your lips around him, feel his pre-cum leak on your tongue as you let your tongue swirl around his tip. 

When you wrap your fingers around him, it sends a shiver down his spine, and he lets his head fall back on the soft pillow underneath him, eyes closed shut and lips parted as you begin to slowly stroke his length with your hand. This seems to be the perfect moment to surprise him by taking him into your mouth, doesn’t it? When you do, a whimper escapes from his lips as his grip on the bedsheets tightens, his other hand finding its way to your hair - not pulling it, just gently stroking it as you take him deeper. 

When you take all of him inside your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat, he can practically feel his brain short-circuiting. “Like that, m-mommy.”, he moans. 

You nearly choke on his cock out of surprise, releasing him from your mouth only to catch your breath, and that’s when his brain processes what he just said. He immediately props himself up on his elbows and looks at you with wide eyes. 

“I-I…”, he stutters, speechless, mortified. 

You see - this is not the first time you hear Jisung calling you ‘mommy’ - it’s the first time he does it in a sexual way, tho. You and him came up with the idea of calling each other ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ around your daughter, as to encourage her to say her first word, figuring it’d be easier for her. 

“Han Jisung.”, you call his name, resulting in him looking at you like an abandoned puppy. “I was well aware of your noona kink, but this…This is new.”, you chuckle. 

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to-“, he stops mid-sentence to look at you. He looks confused, eyebrows now furrowed as he looks at you. “You’re not… mad?”, he asks in a whisper. 

“Why would I be mad?”, now it’s your turn to be confused. “I called you daddy, too, one time.”

“Yeah but we weren’t doing anything remotely sexual. You were drunk and being a brat, and said it after I slapped your butt. Playfully.”, he remarks. 

“True.”, you shrug. “But really - I’m not mad.”, you promise, intertwining your fingers with his, looking him in the eye. “To be honest… I find it hot.”, you whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips. 

“You do?” Jisung isn’t really sure whether you’re being serious or making fun of him. 

“Mh-hm.”, you hum, wrapping your fingers around his cock once again, taking in the sight of him biting his lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to escape his mouth. “Wanna feel how much I liked it?”, you rhetorically asked, because you know damn well Jisung would never turn such an offer down. 

He nods eagerly and you wrap your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand under the waistband of your pajamas and panties. His fingers immediately find their way to your slit, wet with your arousal - you’re practically dripping. “See how wet you made mommy?”

Jisung gulps as soon as he hears your words, and nearly chokes on his own spit. Tho, he has to admit, he finds it hot - so hot his dick instantly twitches. “So wet.”, he whispers, coating his fingers in your arousal. 

“Mh, right, so wet.”, you peck his lips. “Only for you.”, you bite on his lower lip. “You wanna be a good boy for mommy?”, you look him in the eyes as you whisper those words to him. 

He nods without hesitation, fingers still touching your naked cunt. 

“Touch mommy.”, you bite your lip. “Make mommy cum on your fingers. If you’re good - mommy’s gonna let you cum in her pussy.”

Jisung gets goosebumps all over his body as he closes his eyes and bites his lip - just the thought of filling you up drives him crazy, even though he’s done it plenty of times before, the living proof of it only a room away from you, peacefully sleeping in her crib. 

He nods, letting his fingers spread your arousal all over your pussy, just how you like it, wet and messy, before the pads of his fingers tap at your entrance, ready to enter you. You moan when he pushes them inside, stretching you out gently, before slowly bending them - making it easier for him to know when he brushes against your g-spot. He finds it soon after, of course - he knows your body and he knows it well. 

You moan, kicking your head back and arching your back as he fucks you with his fingers, looking at you as he thrusts them inside of you. “Good boy.”, you praise him, and a choked sound escapes his throat. You chuckle. “Do you like being called a ‘good boy’?”, you ask him. 

“Yes.”, he answers, but it’s not enough. 

“Yes…?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to say the word. 

His cheeks flush red as he breaks the eye contact, not stopping his movements, tho. “Yes, mommy.” His words come out in a whisper, but they resonate loudly in the silence of your bedroom, of your house. 

You instinctively clench around his fingers when he says the magic word, suddenly feeling on the edge of your orgasm. You cum around him not long after, when he places the pad of his thumb on your clit and starts rubbing it fast, his fingers stimulating your g-spot in the meantime. A whimper of his name leaves your mouth when you cum, releasing all over his digits, heart hammering in your chest. 

Before Jisung entered your life - you never thought sex could feel this good. 

“You’ve been so good…”, you praise him, running one hand through his hair as he retrieves his hand from your pants. Your fingers wrap around his wrist once again, as you bring his hand to his mouth. “Now suck ‘em clean.”, you demand - however your tone is gentle. 

He nods, wrapping his plump lips around his own digits, pushing his fingers deep in his mouth as he licks your release off of them with a pleased hum. Once he’s done, he releases them from his mouth and wipes them on his t-shirt to dry them. “You taste so good, mommy.”, he whimpers, looking you in the eyes. 

You should feel ashamed of how much him calling you mommy is turning you on, but right now - you don’t care. Right now, it’s okay. You’re just a young married couple who’s enjoying some free time after a long while without properly pleasuring each other. Right now, you’re allowed to feel good. 

“Fuck.”, you curse under your breath, your cheeks red as well. “It’s your turn now - you deserve it.”

You pull your t-shirt over your head, then take it off completely, revealing your naked chest to your husband. He’s seen your breasts hundreds, if not thousands, of times, but it always feels like the first time to him, and you absolutely adore the expression on his face each time his eyes take in the sight of your nipples. 

“Can I…”, he cups one of your tits with his hand. “Can I suck your tits, mommy?”

You’re, like, impossibly wet by now. Even though you’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge, it’s pretty obvious that he’s got you wrapped around his fingers, always saying the right thing at the right time. 

You don’t answer him, you simply nod and arch your back, giving him full access to your naked breasts. An obscene whine leaves your parted mouth when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, letting his tongue swirl around it - gentle and slow, as he hums against your skin. Then, he releases your nipple - the sudden contact with the cold air makes you shiver. 

“Your tits taste good, mommy.”, he takes it back into his mouth, this time he even uses his teeth to gently scrape your skin, knowing it drives you crazy. 

You’ve had enough - you need him inside of you. Now. 

You gently push him by the shoulder, and he immediately lets go of your nipple, looking at you with a confused look. “You’ve been a good boy for mommy.”, you run your fingers through his dark hair, not missing the way he lets out a shaky breath after you praise him. “Don’t you want your reward?”, you ask. 

“Fuck- yes.”, he bites his lip. “I want it, mommy.”

He gets rid of his t-shirt at the speed of light, as you climb off his lap to pull your pajama and panties down your legs, getting rid of them completely as Jisung does the same. Seconds later, you’re back on his lap, legs spread to accommodate his body. For a couple of seconds, you take into consideration the idea of teasing him some more by maybe grinding your naked cunt against his cock, but ultimately choose not to. After all, he was a good boy to you. 

So, you take his cock and lift your hips, positioning its tip at your entrance. Jisung has one hand on your hip and the other laying flat on the mattress, and you don’t miss the way his grips on you tightens when you start to sink onto his length. The stretch his fingers provided you earlier is not comparable to how deliciously his cock is breaching you right now, filling you up completely as your walls squeeze him. 

“Oh, fuck.”, you mutter under your breath once he’s fully inside of you.

“You- you like it, mommy?”, he whimpers - his length twitching inside of you. 

You nod, placing your hands on his chest. “Yes- you’re so good. So good to mommy.”, you moan, before you slowly start to ride him just how he likes it. 

“I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer, mommy.” Jisung shamefully admits, cheeks flushing red once again.

You don’t stop riding him, and you don’t slow down either. You don’t care if he cums fast, it just means you’ll go at it again once he’s ready for round two. You lift your hips and then sink on him, repeating the motion over and over again until he’s a panting mess beneath you, the grip on your hip and the bedsheets incredibly tight. 

“Fuck, I’m so close.”, he whimpers, not taking his eyes off from where your bodies meet. 

“You can cum, baby boy.”, your words send a shiver down his spine, and he snaps his head up in your direction. You look gorgeous - lips parted as you ride him, tits bouncing at every movement. “Cum inside me, fill mommy up.”

His head fall back on the pillow as he cums hard, shooting his load inside of you with a grunt. His body lies flat on the mattress as he tries to regain his breath, eyes closed and heart beating fast in his chest. Then, he feels you cuddle up to his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck - his softening dick still inside of you, and he can feel his cum slowly dripping out of you, leaking on his balls. It doesn’t matter, he likes it messy. 

“It was -“, he starts. 

“Amazing.”, you interrupt him, still panting. 

A smile spreads on his face, knowing you’re on the same page and that you enjoyed it as much as he did. He wraps his arms around your figure, holding you tight against his chest, nuzzling your hair with his nose as he places a series of pecks on top of your head. 

Then, the loud cry of your daughter brings you back to reality. 

Round two will have to wait. 

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☰ 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫

⧫ Character: Draken

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Summary: Draken lost your due to a stupid fight only to find you and his child years later

⧫ WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy

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It all started just as a small argument because you asked Draken to be home more often. If He wasn’t busy in his bike shop, he was busy with some gang matters. Unbeknownst to him, you were expecting his child.

What once started as a small argument soon got bigger

“I wish you would be more like her. Emma never complained about me being gone” He spat at you, furious because you asked for more of his time.

“But Im not her Draken! We’re not 15 anymore and she died” you screamed back at him.

Silence. His face fell and you knew that this means no good.

“I wish it would have been you instead” He said bitter and left your shared apartment before He says more things He would regret.

It wouldn’t have been the first time He compared you to her, you never minded since she was his first love and you know that if she would still be alive, he would have never been with you. But you're his fiance, girlfriend of 4 years and soon to be mother of his child.

He never wished death upon you but thats what He shall get. You placed the positive pregnancy test on the bed and packed your things.

If He wanted you dead so badly, you will give him just that. Leaving without a trace, other than the pregnancy test on your once shared bed.

Once Draken cooled down He made his way home again, full of regret. Yes, he still holds Emma dear in his heart, always will. But he loves you because you’re not her, because you’re the thing that kept him going after her death. And friendship eventually became more and now He said such horrible things to you…

“Baby?…. Y/N?” He called out into the dark apartment but was met with silence. He sighed and started looking for you but when He saw the empty bathroom where your shampoos and body lotions are usually scattered He became scared.

He immediately went to the bedroom but it was empty, all your things missing. He screamed, hating himself for treating you so poorly after everything you’ve done for him.

His eyes landed on the piece of plastic on your once shared bed..no… Please don’t be what I think…. Please…no

He sunk down to the floor, tears flowing freely as He cradled the positive pregnancy test in his hands. He just told his fiancé, mother of his child that He wishes they’re dead. No wonder you left him. He deserves this.

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It’s been 3 years since Draken returned to the empty apartment, he never really stopped looking for you and his child. He tried to contact you so many times and each time when He thought He finally found you - He didn’t.

As He was taking a stroll through the city park close to his shop He heard a familiar voice call an all to familar name.

“Emma, come here, it’s time to go home” you called out to your daughter, holding your hand out for the small girl to take.

Drakens heart sunk to his stomach, not believing He finally found you and his beautiful daughter. She definitely had his eyes and hair.

His feet took him over to you “Y/N?” He asked in the softest voice and you stiffened up, turning around with tears in your eyes, smallest smile on your face

“Draken” you whispered, happy to see him but you felt your heart break all over again.

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[celiciaa]

CHEVALIER MICHEL SEQUEL ROUTE....

CHAPTER THREE.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

The next day after safely overcoming the oppressive welcome party as if undergoing mental torture,

The negotiations with obsidian were supposed to begin immediately.

Until Mr. Roderich came to us early in the morning and bowed deeply.

Emma: Prince Gilbert is....missing?

Roderich: Yes. I’m very sorry.

(Wait, wait. My head can't keep up.)

The reactions of the Rhodolite delegation gathered at the breakfast table varied.

Leon raises his eyebrows slightly, Yves widens his eyes, and Chevalier’s complexion does not change one bit.

(Maybe it's just not showing on his face, but it's as if he knew from the beginning that this would happen.)

Roderich: I searched the castle thoroughly, but I couldn't find him...

Chevalier: He disappeared intentionally, didn't he? You call this a cooperative effort, but it's laughable.

Roderich:…We’re trying our best to track him down. Please bear with us.

Leon: Don’t beat yourself. We can’t discuss anything without Lord Gilbert.

Yves: That’s why we can't go back to our country. For now, we have no choice but to wait, right?

(Even if Yves is right and Prince Gilbert has intentionally disappeared, he can't escape.)

It may be a trap, so we have to be careful on how we act.

Chevalier, who sat next to me, looked thoughtful for a while and then lifted the corners of his mouth in amusement.

Chevalier: Impossible, you don't intend to let your guests waste their time, do you?

Roderich: What would you like?

Chevalier: I want to bring forward the inspection.

Chevalier: If we’re forced to wait for his circumstances, that's fine, isn't it?

Roderich: Yes, of course.

Mr. Roderich was quick to answer.

Roderich: There are many areas in the castle that require Lord Gilbert’s permission, which may not be satisfactory…..

Roderich: There are no prohibited areas in the town, so I thought it would be a good idea for you to visit it.

Chevalier: Where’s the map?

Roderich: I will prepare it for you.

As Mr. Roderich left the room, the rhodolite princes faced each other.

Leon: Chevalier, what do you think of Lord Gilbert's movement?

Chevalier: It's as expected. I have some idea of what he's planning. // It’s as expected. I can read his intentions to some extent.

Chevalier: However, there is nothing we can do at this time. You may better use your freedom to look around the town.

(You say that like…we’re going to lose our freedom later on.)

Even now, as his fiancée, it is difficult to grasp exactly what Chevalier, who has a high perspective, is seeing.

All I could do was trust and follow.

Mr. Roderich returned shortly after and spread out a map of the town on the table.

I got up from my seat to get a better look and peered at the map.

Emma: I saw a little bit of the town when I came to the castle, but it is really big when I see it on a map like this.

Roderich: Indeed. Obsidian is one of the largest towns on the continent. It would be difficult to see it all in one day.

Chevalier: Seems like it would be more efficient to split the inspection into two groups.

Chevalier: Black and Showoff. You both will go check out the industrial area on the west side.

Chevalier: Emma and I are going to the commercial district on the east side.

Yves and Leon:…..

Chevalier: Not satisfied?

Leon: No? I was wondering why you call Emma's name while we still have those weird nicknames.

Yves: At least I would like you to call me properly when we’re in other countries…..

Chevalier: If you can show the same value as Emma, then I will consider it.

Leon and Yves: That’s impossible.

(The fact that Chevalier calls me by name is a sign that he recognizes my worth….)

(It feels ticklish every time you call me. ….That’s why I want him to say my name as many times as he wants.)

Chevalier: Only if you want me to.

Emma: Please don't read my mind.

Chevalier snickers and glances at Mr. Roderich.

Chevalier: By the way, who is that man behind you?

(….I was wondering the same thing.)

When Mr. Roderich came back with the map, a man with curly hair was following behind him.

Roderich: We just happened to pass each other a few minutes ago, and I thought I'd bring him along.

Roderich: His name is Walter. He works at the medical tower.

(The medical tower? I didn't know there was such a place.)

Roderich: Walter and I are Lord Gilbert’s aides, so please let us know if you need anything.

Mr. Walter said nothing and bowed with a stern face.

Rather than hating Rhodolite….I got the impression that he had a different heart.

(I've never met Mr. Walter before, so maybe this is just his usual attitude, but I'm curious.)

Chevalier:…..

Perhaps Chevalier noticed the same thing, and his eyes were sharp as if probing for something.

The central town of Obsidian stretches out below the fortress,

As one of the largest cities on the continent, everything was on a different scale than in Rhodolite.

Emma: Wow….

Emma: Woowww!?

Chevalier:…..

I was being squeezed by the crowd, bumping into people left and right, and Chevalier held my shoulder.

Then, without saying a word, he pushed me through the waves of people into a nearby back alley.

(If Chevalier had not saved me, I would have suffocated.)

Chevalier, who had changed into plain clothes because her diplomatic formal wear would stand out, looked down at me with a cool face.

Emma: Sorry about that…..

(….Crap!)

Chevalier:….

Before I have time to defend myself, a light kiss is dropped on my lips.

Our last night's exchange seems to linger in Chevalier's mind,

It’s like the word "I’m sorry" was completely held off after all.

Emma: I meant…."thank you".

Chevalier: You're such a simpleton.

(I have to toughen my mind during the inspection, but my face seems to be loose.)

I'm not going to make it if this keeps up, so I regained my composure and looked around the city from the back alleys.

Emma: Still, it's very crowded. I can't imagine that at Rhodolite.

Chevalier: Because this place is the center of the great nation of Obsidian. The population ratio is 100 times greater than Rhodolite….or more.

(100 times!? That's why it's so lively here.)

(But just because there are a lot of people doesn't mean there is a lot of activity….)

Ore dealer: Welcome! We have a great selection of freshly mined rocks today!

Greengrocer: How about fresh vegetables grown in a greenhouse! We have a wide variety of nutritious foods.

A woman passing by: ——So, my sister had her wedding the other day. Her wedding dress was so beautiful it made me cry.

A man passing by: ——Haa, I've been used as much as my boss used me. I'm going to drink a lot today.

(My image of Obsidian was a bit more bleak….)

(The people who pass by have the same expression on their faces as Rhodolite.)

I had expected the people to be exhausted by heavy taxes and food shortages caused by repeated wars,

But it seems the research materials I’ve read that were stored in Rhodolite may have been outdated.

Chevalier: The city is well maintained in terms of sanitation and security for its population.

Chevalier: I saw a great disparity between the rich and poor in the rural areas on the way here, but the central area seems to be another story.

Chevalier: Obsidian is notable for expanding their territory through invasions, while some may have put more effort into domestic politics.

Chevalier:…Looks like it was all the eyepatch’s work.

(The way you say that….)

Emma: Did Prince Gilbert build/manage this town? // Is Prince Gilbert the one who maintained the town?

Chevalier:…Perhaps. Rumor has it that the emperor is not the kind of person who puts effort into domestic affairs.

Chevalier: I can tell that Obsidian is now gradually reforming from the center.

Chevalier: But it will take many years to manage all this vast territory.

His icy sea eyes narrowed as if staring off into the distance.

Chevalier: He's also a notorious man, but he's by no means a murderer.

Chevalier: However, as a result of proceeding things rationally….he is a beast of the same kind as me who has discarded his human heart.

(….I don't know if this is a good thing to ask——)

Emma: Chevalier, are you acquainted with Prince Gilbert?

Because there was a strange certainty in the way he spoke.

Chevalier pauses for a moment and breathes languidly.

Chevalier: That was a long time ago.

Chevalier: There was a time when Rhodolite and Obsidian were trying to get along.

(I see, at that time...)

Chevalier: But now we're enemies.

Chevalier declares so clearly that there is neither expectation nor hope.

The word "enemy" never wavered.

Chevalier: I commend the company for its domestic affairs. However, he is a threat to Rhodolite.

Chevalier: Our relationship will never change unless something extraordinary happens.

Emma: Isn't an alliance of the three major continental powers a big deal?

Chevalier: I'm not sure, but even if we do reach an agreement, it will only be temporary.

Chevalier: Once each nation's position becomes clearer, the eyepatch and the emperor will once again begin their march to regain control of the continent.

Chevalier: Obsidian has long been an invader nation and will not change easily.

Emma:…..

There is nothing to contradict Chevalier's words.

From yesterday's welcome party, I understood that the gap between the two countries is deep.

(But…)

Emma: Even if they are an invader nation, the people who live here are just like us.

Chevalier:….

I thought I knew.

However, it may be that I was just trying to understand.

When I saw a "normal life" at Obsidian,

The thought that everything was wrong with the Obsidian nation, that it was painted as a hostile nation made me feel sad.

(Just like Rhodolite, there is a natural happiness and people have a decent life.)

Emma: I don't want the two countries to ever go to war with weapons again.

(Chevalier, who has the foresight, said it would be difficult…..)

As I look at the people passing by, I have an earnest feeling.

(Even if this invitation is a trap, I want to avoid bloodbath as much as possible.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

(….I never want to see the battlefield I once stood there ever again——)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

And then Chevalier patted my head awkwardly.

Chevalier: That's why I'm here. There's nothing I can't do.

(….I think you can really solve any kind of impossible problem.)

Chevalier once sometimes made ruthless choices as a cruel and ruthless beast, but that has now changed.

Because of that, it is precisely because of this that I fall in love with Chevalier day after day.

Emma: Let me do all I can to help.

Chevalier: First of all, you need to learn to walk through those crowds.

My eyes met with Chevalier’s who smiled coldly.

Emma: I…I’ll do my best.

(Inspections are important in order to reach a compromise between the two countries.)

(This is no time to be whiny about not being able to walk through those crowds!)

However, Chevalier seems to know what is on my mind and grabs my hand. // However, Chevalier seems to be able to see through my heart and grabs my hand.

(I guess….that means I can walk around with our hands together.)

Emma: Thank you very much, Chevalier.

(Let's be honest and be lenient here.)

When I squeeze his big hand back, I smile involuntarily.

(I like Chevalier's hands because they make me feel safe.)

A hand that has protected me many times, not just my country.

I can’t help but relaxed my cheeks,

And for some reason, Chevalier leaned down and dropped another awkward kiss on my lips.

Emma:…I didn't apologize this time, did I?

Chevalier: I can't help but look at how silly you are.

When Chevalier smiled gently at me, I felt as if my heart leaped out of my chest.

(A—And that's not fair during an inspection tour.) // (H—How sly you are during the inspection.)

Chevalier laughs snidely and starts to walk toward the crowd.

Chevalier: A tour of the commercial district gives a sense of the size of the Obsidian economy and the development of living standards.

Chevalier: Look around from that perspective.

Emma: Okay.

Chevalier: And if there are any facilities or equipment that you personally like, report them to me as well.

(Personally…?)

Emma: Even if it has nothing to do with public affairs/official business?

Chevalier: Indeed.

Chevalier: Perhaps we might introduce it to our country, yes?

(….This person….)

When we left the back alley and blended in with the crowd again.

Emma: Public and private affairs are all mixed up. **

Chevalier: I wouldn't mind that much.

Chevalier says it so matter-of-factly as he shows no signs of being offended at all.

(I see that Chevalier, who puts his country first, has truly changed.)

Of course, the country still comes first, but he cares about me just as much.

Emma: Then…Chevalier, please let me know if there is anything that you personally find interesting.

Chevalier: There is no need for that.

Emma: But you haven't looked around yet.

Chevalier: I have no interest in anything and anyone other than you.

(……)

When I felt my face burning and turned my head away, Chevalier snickered with amusement.

The tour around the obsidian town lasted for two days.

During that time, there have been no reports of Prince Gilbert being found.

As the days passed, the atmosphere in the castle grew heavier and the soldiers became busier.

At first, Prince Gilbert's disappearance was thought to be spontaneous, as they claimed it was a common occurrence.

If they can't find him, then it's either an accident or incident——

After such speculation began to fly, the framework of the trap finally came into view.

Chevalier: ——It's about time.

That night, with Chevalier’s muttering as a signal, the soldiers rushed into the room.

Standing at the front was Mr. Roderich, who still hid his face with his robe.

Chevalier: What's all the fuss?

Roderich: I’m very sorry. Earlier, the council concluded that the disappearance of Lord Gilbert was an incident.

Chevalier: We're the suspects and you want to interrogate us, correct?

(….!)

Roderich:….That's right.

Chevalier: I never thought you would treat your guest as a suspect.

Roderich: Everyone in the castle is subject to questioning. Please understand.

(We are not the suspects. But the eyes of the people gathering here….)

A lot of skeptical eyes are gathering towards Chevalier, who remained the same as usual.

He seemed to already have the answer whatever the truth might be.

(Why are you doing this….Prince Gilbert?)

(If you framed us, we wouldn't be able to build a cooperative relationship.)

Roderich: We ask that each of you remain in your private rooms until the investigation is complete…..

Mr. Roderich glances at me for a moment.

(This is Chevalier's guest room. Does that mean I have to go back to my room?)

As I stood there, several soldiers tried to surround me.

But before I could react, Chevalier was holding me by the waist——

Chevalier: Unfortunately, I have no intention of letting go of my fiancée.

Chevalier: Is there something wrong with us being together?

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[ntzsche9]

So, hi! I'm Verne (they/them), practically a queer elder in my 30s, brand new to tumblr (dunno how I ever missed the boat), and I only ever seem to write in the 20 minutes or so between pulling up to work and clocking in, or when I'm putting my toddlers down for a nap but don't want to crawl out of their beds and address the chores I gotta do while they're out of the way. I've written poetry, prose, and roleplayed in the past but got away from it for years and years, and only recently started writing again. I have notebooks and lists of story ideas but the few things I have fleshed out are mostly silly character-based "what if?" scenarios, because those are the most fun to me. Too many of my stories are me simply wanting to write a scene, developing a bit of a world around it, then losing interest entirely. I hope this blog can change that a bit, help me focus on following through or figuring out how to better develop small ideas into something longer.

Interests:

Post-apocalyptic

Near-future dystopias

Scifi/Fantasy (urban) with magical realism

History/AltHistory (especially lesser-known and marginalized stories)

Horror, dark, violent, and mature themes

Queer everything. I can't write heteros to save my life and I'm not all that sorry about it.

Sexy melodrama and smut with too much plot

Fanfiction (I could read/write Fallout stuff all day)

Some Favorite Authors:

Octavia Butler

Nnedi Okorafor

VE Schwab

Starhawk

Madeline Miller

Ta-nehisi Coates

Becky Chambers

Emma Donoghue

Looking for:

Community, inspiration, other writers to follow, and problem-solving tips in storytelling and sticking to stories when things get tough. I really just need some folks to talk to when working through all the things in my head. Open to the occasional tag but I'm not great at responding.

I have plenty more little bits of nonsense in various states of readability, like character backgrounds, alt-ending scenes, slice-of-life banter between characters, etc. These will be posted under the tag #ntzsche misc

Noteworthy WIPs:

Bad Blood - A Fallout Nuka-World fanfic (#ntzsche Nuka-World)

My longest story is a fanfic, but with a cast of characters largely not in the Fallout 4 DLC. I intend to eventually write this in a way that someone who hasn't played the game would be able to easily read.

Lafayette, the son of a 'retired' raider, left his abusive father to find his place in the world and was taken in by an eclectic trauma-bonded found family that inspires him to be a better person and shows him love he is certain he doesn't deserve. When his father comes across them in a raid, Lafayette is given the offer to join him, and he agrees in order to save the settlement and his little brother. Lafayette finds that being with his dad again, and being the son he always wanted him to be, isn't nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. He struggles to maintain the person he wants to be with the person he suspects he is, all while a cast of scheming raiders, wastelanders, and slaves vie for power in the raider city built within the rusted remains of an amusement park.

Salem's Child (#ntzsche Salem)

A background on one of the lesser Nuka-World characters that I got carried away with.

Andrew Rook doesn't look like his parents. He looks like someone they are desperate to forget. Growing up in post-apocalyptic Salem, Massachusetts has it's perks, though. In a fading settlement run by incompetent men who would rather blame the population of feral black cats for their problems than try to solve them, Andrew and his two best friends build a world in their imagination that shields them from the wretchedness of the wasteland and the people they have to rely on to survive.

Hechizo

Another character background that I would love to expand into a few short stories around.

Mateo Zavala was born in the vibrant and tight-knit community of Navarro. His great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, a pre-war ghoul, is still the ruling matriarch, and it's hard for her not to play favorites when she has over 300 living descendants.

The Crash (#ntzsche Crash)

A what-if real-world rewrite of an event from another story. I just really enjoy writing these two.

Gabe always knew his functional alcoholic roomie would get into a terrible car wreck some day, but he never thought he would be dumb enough to be in the car with him. When the consequences of the wreck threaten to destroy Dave's life, Gabe finds himself doing everything he can to hold those pieces together. The love he harbors for his straight, polyamorous best friend runs deeper than either of them are ready to face, and find that Dave's injury turns their relationship completely on end.

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[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: slightly suggestive

blushing gilbert is soooo cute ( ；∀；) it's subtle, i know.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Emma:…….

Roderich:…….

Neither I nor Mr. Roderich had any words to say.

Thanks to Mr. Lucien for calling Mr. Walter immediately.

Lord Gilbert was immediately taken to the castle's medical tower, but we haven't heard from him since.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Walter: —He’s in a very dangerous condition.

Walter: My assistants and I will start the surgical treatment right now, but the success rate is infinitesimally low.

Walter: What I'm going to do now is an unknown treatment that no one has ever done. It can be said that it is an empty theory on the desk.

Walter: I've been preparing carefully, but still...I can't guarantee a solid result.

Walter: However, Lord Gilbert, who had refused treatment until now, gave me permission for the first time.

Walter: Whatever it takes, I will make it successful. ——Well then.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(How many hours have passed already?)

I can't move one step from the corridor that borders the medical tower.

There is nothing I can do here. In fact, it would only make me look suspicious.

Only the bare minimum of people knew that Gilbert had a seizure.

Luke and others must never know about this.

(I know that….but my legs are stuck….like they're turned to stone.)

Mr. Roderich just stood next to me without saying a word.

Both of us must be thinking about the same thing.

Luke: Ah…so you were in a place like this. I’ve been looking for you—

(Luke….)

A large figure approaches from the other side of the dimly lit hallway.

Luke stood in front of me, bent his knees, and looked me in the eye.

Luke: What's wrong, you look so gloomy...did you break off negotiations with Gilbert? // What's wrong, you look so gloomy...did you break up with Gilbert?

Emma: Uhm…that’s not the point.

Luke: Then something happened?

(I don't know what to say….)

Roderich: Lord Gilbert has gone missing.

As if to help me, Mr. Roderich, who had kept his mouth shut until now, broke his silence.

Roderich: Currently, we are conducting a secret search, including the operatives, but we haven't been able to find him…..

Roderich: Lady Emma is heartbroken by that.

Luke: What the hell is he doing, saying things like…..'kill me' so proudly, and then he runs away…..

Roderich: The sudden disappearance of Lord Gilbert is nothing new. // It's not the first time that Lord Gilbert has suddenly disappeared.

Roderich: You'll find him soon. There must be some circumstances.

(….Mr. Roderich must have a lot on his mind, but he's amazing.)

(There’s no time for me to be dazed either. I have to do what I have to do.)

My paralyzed mind, which had been rejecting the unacceptable reality, comes back to its senses.

Luke: Then what about the promise to Emma?

Roderich: I've asked about the details myself, but I can't do anything if Lord Gilbert is not here.

Roderich: To make it earlier or to make it slower.....

Luke:….Are you saying he won't make it in time for the signing ceremony?

Luke: I guess it was a wasted trip after all…..oh well.

Emma: You’re okay with that?

Luke: Not really, but….

Luke sighs so loudly that it echoes down the hallway and ruffles his hair.

Luke: But...I think you have a point in thinking that it will be easier if he died.

Emma:…..He really thought about that story.

Luke: Oh—……

Luke: I've always thought that killing is the only way to get revenge, but sometimes it's more painful to stay alive.

Luke: Hearing your wisdom, I will assume that I have more time to think.

Luke: Well, the result might end up being murder.

Emma:….Still, it's better than not thinking about it.

(Luke's grief and hatred may not disappear…..)

(Having more options is a good thing.)

I am sure that Luke knows that the princes are good people.

I think there was a hesitation somewhere in his heart.

Even if we may not be able to change people's values, we can show them a new view.

This may be what I wanted to do, and what Lord Gilbert gave up on.

Luke:…It's late. You should get some sleep. Gilbert will be fine.

Emma: Yeah.....thanks.

Luke pats me on the head and leaves.

The silence that came again was easier to breathe than before.

Emma:...Thank you very much, Mr. Roderich. If it was me, I might not have been able to deceive him well.

Roderich: No…..

Emma:…..

Roderich:…….

(I’m running out of words.)

Roderich:….Lady Emma, do you remember about the bloodstained rose day I told you before? // Lady Emma, do you remember what we talked earlier about the bloodstained rose day?

A few words are thrown into the silence.

When I nodded, Mr. Roderich lowered his gaze to the floor.

Roderich: Lord Gilbert is the kind of man who would be terribly offended by the death of innocents.

Roderich: Seeing the helpless powers of the world, he seems to have decided that he himself will become a disaster...

Roderich: Of course, I think there is some hesitation. There is no reason not to be lost.

Emma:…….

Roderich: What do you think was the first thing he did when he killed the emperor and took over power?

(The first thing Lord Gilbert is likely to do.....)

(The scenery I saw the other day was lively…..I thought it was a nice city.)

Roderich: Yes. That's why Lord Gilbert is amazing.

Roderich: In just 10 years, he’d made Obsidian so successful...no, more even than that.

Roderich: The people in the city don't really know that it's all thanks to Lord Gilbert.

Roderich: For those who know him, Lord Gilbert is truly a savior, a hope for a corrupt country.

(He didn't tell me anything about it.....)

(If he loves me...he should be able to tell me more about himself.)

Lord Gilbert does not seek pity or sympathy from me.

It may be for my heart that he always tries to be evil.

(But Mr. Roderich thinks differently.)

(No matter what….you want me to like/love Lord Gilbert and save him.)

Roderich: I think that's why he has high expectations for Lady Emma, including Prince Luke.

Roderich: If he is Obsidian's salvation, Lady Emma is his own salvation.

Emma:……

Roderich:…My apologies.

Emma: No….thank you very much.

(Because it is a situation where life and death are wandering in this way, even more...)

(Mr. Roderich wants Lord Gilbert to be rewarded.)

Once again, conversation ceases and silence fills the room.

No words came to mind, only the pounding of my heart to my eardrums.

Soon, a colored light shines in from outside the window.

Another morning without a wink of sleep.

On the way, Mr. Roderich brought a chair from a nearby room.

I just sat on it and kept praying.

The hands that were crossed turned whitish, probably because of too much force.

What seemed like an eternity ended when the door leading to the medical tower opened.

Emma: Mr. Walter!

Walter: Don't tell me you've been waiting here all this time?

Roderich: What about Lord Gilbert?

Both Mr. Roderich and I were rushing to Mr. Walter.

Although I can't tell the details from the expressions on his face, he never looked good.

Walter:…..

Walter:….This way, please.

Lord Gilbert is found in Mr. Walter’s infirmary room.

(He’s alive….but…..)

Lord Gilbert, who was unconscious after being connected to equipment I’ve never seen before, had a dull complexion.

A protective curtain has been put up to prevent us from approaching, so I can only look at him from afar.

Emma: He’s okay….right?

Walter: —He survived, but it is too early to tell if it was successful or not.

Walter: When Lord Gilbert wakes up as usual and is able to live a normal life….

Walter: You can call it a success for the first time.

Roderich: Is there a possibility that he will never wake up?

Walter: Well...he’s in a stable condition now, but it's possible that this could get worse in the future.

Walter: But I did what I could. There should be no failure in the treatment itself.

(….Then all we have to do is believe and wait.)

(For now, he's alive….)

(That's all I needed to know.)

I can't help but tremble at the thought of being in a situation where I can't relax….

I felt like I would burst into tears if I let my guard down, but...

Biting my lip, I look forward, and suppressing my anxiety and fear.

I stood there, unable to move, and Mr. Walter lined up next to me.

Walter:….A message from Lord Gilbert.

When I look up, Mr. Walter clears his throat as if to dispel the humid air.

Walter: "Take care of the signing ceremony". // "Have a nice day at the signing ceremony".

Walter:….Is what he said.

(……)

(Even in this situation....No, this is exactly why I have to go.)

(So that when he wakes up, I can report my accomplishments with a smile.)

Emma:…See you later.

Attending the signing ceremony and have a non-aggression pact signed with the four neighboring countries.

It is the first compromise that the invading nation of Obsidian shows.

Even on Lord Gilbert’s whim, if the opportunity is missed, such a chance may never come again.

Of course, the signing of a non-aggression pact does not mean that the scheming of the trampling beast will stop…..

Even if the option of communication as well as violence expands, it should change from what it used to be.

(Although...the pressure is enormous.)

I was wearing a black dress that Lord Gilbert had arranged for me.

Wearing an obsidian necklace I found in a workshop. This place now is like a battlefield for me.

Not only did they not welcome me when the land of roses was stained with Obsidian.

Even the Kings of Benitoite and Jade looked at me with suspicion.

(Come to think of it, I feel like I'm doing something outrageous.)

(I was just a commoner, but I'm the proxy of the emperor of a great power.....) // (I was just a commoner, and now I'm the acting emperor of a great country…)

I felt like I would become intimidated if I let my guard down.

Clutching the obsidian necklace, I sat down proudly facing forward.

If I don't want to end my ideals with beautiful things, this is the place to step on.

King of Jade: ——I didn't expect you to be represented by Obsidian at such an important occasion.

King of Benitoite: Moreover, if you ask me, she's the daughter of Rhodolite….

Emma: Yes. Both the emperor and Lord Gilbert are very busy, but….they are not to be taken lightly.

Emma: Obsidian could have chosen not to take this seat, but he appointed a proxy.

Emma: I have a power of attorney from the emperor. This signature is not invalid.

Chevalier: I doubt the sanity of the situation, but it doesn't hurt that it serves a purpose here.

The new king I chose as Belle, His Majesty Chevalier seems to be the only one on my side.

(I'm always reassured by the fact that he has a brutal side to him.)

Chevalier: A bridge of friendship was created for Obsidian, whose brain is only for war. This is a big achievement.

Chevalier: The achievements of just one woman…cannot be taken lightly.

Chevalier: I assumed that you visited our country with that understanding…..

King of Jade: Naturally, Jade has no objection. As a neutral party, we have no choice but to not participate in the quadripartite agreement.

King of Benitoite:......I'm concerned about the hidden intentions behind this, but we also welcome them to our country.

Chevalier: In that case, let's finish the signing quickly.

Sariel: ——If you would.

Looking over the text that lists the articles of the non-aggression pact.

I was reading through the draft before Lord Gilbert fell.

In addition, the points to be seen are also taught.

Checking each of them, and I signed the signature section.

After the signing of the four countries, the hall was filled with the cheers of the gathered officials——…….

(…..I’m tired.)

—After the whole event, I sneaked out of the castle and came to Lord Gilbert's hideout.

Since it's an important place for Lord Gilbert, I have the guards waiting in the nearby alley.

I hurriedly opened the window because it was dusty after only a short time.

(I can see now that this dust was no joke to Lord Gilbert…..)

(Let's clean it up before going back to Obsidian.)

I pulled out the cleaning tools that were in the room and started working immediately.

When I was about to shake off all the dust first, my gaze stopped at the letter stuck between the books.

(Once again, there really are a lot of letters.)

Most of them seemed to have been sent by Lord Albert and his mother.

While looking through the envelopes, I found one that stood out from the rest.

(An envelope with a rose pattern….)

I was curious, so I gently pulled it out and checked the sender.

The words spelled out in elegant script were the same ones I had just seen.

("Chevalier=Michel"……)

(No way…it’s King Chevalier.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Most of what we have here are technical books, so it's probably not something you'd like.

Emma: This is the room that Prince Gilbert used when he was a child, right?

Gilbert: Yes.

Emma:…Are those books for children to read?

Gilbert: My friends at my age read it too.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(A friend of the same age...)

(I see, so that's how it is——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: King Chevalier…..

——After the signing ceremony, the hall was empty, leaving only King Chevalier here.

King Chevalier, who was standing by the window, snorted as if he had anticipated my arrival.

Chevalier: I’ve heard it from the spy.

(….Mr. Lucien was back, too.)

Now, King Chevalier knows about Obsidian's internal situation without me even reporting it to him.

Chevalier: The world's disasters will literally cause disasters sooner or later.

Chevalier: As long as he’s alive, he must be a threat.

Emma: I'll stop him.

Chevalier: As long as it matches your ideals. But as soon as you understand that the ideal is an illusion…..

Chevalier: That thing will start destroying the continent this time.

Emma:……

Chevalier: No matter how lofty your ideals may be, there will always be those who cannot be understood through communication.

Chevalier: Some peace can only be achieved through violence.

Emma:…. I understand.

(I'm not that dreamy myself.)

Emma: However, as long as there are people who can understand each other, violence should be the last resort.

Emma: Since you're the ruler of the country, it's necessary to make cold judgments at times…..

Emma: I think it is also necessary to have someone who is constantly thinking of other ways.

Chevalier:……

Emma: King Chevalier has the princes. Leon, Clavis, and others who think differently.

Emma: However, Lord Gilbert does not have such an existence. The royal family's remarks are absolute.

Emma: That’s why—

Chevalier: Do you want to suppress the disaster?

Emma:…..Yes.

(…..—Once something is dyed black, it can never go back to white.)

(Still, I alone want to remain hopeful.)

Chevalier:……..

Chevalier: You've fallen for a difficult man.

Emma:……

Chevalier: If you become my enemy, I will kill you without mercy. Along with that man.

Emma: We'll make sure it won’t happen.

King Chevalier snorted and handed me an envelope.

Emma: This is…..

Chevalier: Give it to the eyepatch.

Then he left the hall without looking back.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(…..King Chevalier hates waste.)

And yet, he entrusted me with a letter to Lord Gilbert, who may or may not be alive.

(I don't know how the two met and how they got along, but...)

This room is full of important things for Lord Gilbert.

The fact that King Chevalier's letter was among them...

(There's still a lot I don't know about Lord Gilbert….)

(I want to know more….and more.)

(I want to hear a lot of stories from his own mouth.)

In an empty hiding place, I crouched down and sobbed.

(I'll do it properly again if I leave here…..)

The hostility I received as an obsidian and my concern for Lord Gilbert now make my eyes burn.

It was not possible to go outside until the sky was covered with stars.

After finishing my errands at Rhodolite, I returned to Obsidian without saying goodbye.

There were many people who cared about me, especially the owner, Yves and Rio.

Still, I chose to bid farewell to the land of roses.

(I just want to see Lord Gilbert's face as soon as possible.)

(….The reasons for going to Obsidian have changed a lot since then.)

Obsidian soldier: Lady Emma, you’re going to take a rest in this city today.

Emma: Thank you very much.

I get out of the carriage with the soldier who is accompanying me from Obsidian.

By the way, it seems that all of them are adhering to the 50 different strict orders of Lord Gilbert.

The soldier who tried to escort me whether it was a habit was retracting his hands with a pale face.

(….I'm kind of sorry about this.)

Obsidian soldier: There are accommodations nearby, so please let me know if you need— any help.

(….?)

Suddenly, the soldier who was walking in front of me….moves away.

For some reason, the other soldiers around me also scattered.

(W-what….? What did I do?)

I looked around, and then a familiar faces caught my eye.

Emma: Mr. Roderich, Mr. Walter!

(Why are they here?)

When I tried to run up to them, they shook their heads tremendously.

It was as if they were desperately trying to tell me not to come over.

(….I can't see Mr. Roderich because of his hood, but I think Mr. Walter looks pale as well.)

???: That's terrible. Even though I'm here, you’re trying to go to another man first.

Emma: !!!

A soft, cool temperature envelops me from behind.

A black cloak fluttered at the edge of my vision and my eyes widened.

(This voice, this temperature...)

All the soldiers kneel and bow their heads.

There is only one person in Obsidian who deserves this highest level of respect.

When I turned around, suppressing a shaky breath, red eye reflected mine.

Gilbert: Don't do that, little rabbit. I've come all this way to welcome you, but everyone wants to kill you.

Emma:……..Lord Gilbert.

(He's alive…..)

(I can hear…the sound…of his heartbeat.)

Emma: Ah…

Lord Gilbert smiled, and for some reason, he covered my lips with his, as I stood there frozen and surprised.

Gilbert: A punishment for not noticing me.

Emma:……..

(This spiteful feeling is also….real.)

Even though I've emptied all my tears, my vision blurs as soon as I see Lord Gilbert.

I couldn't stand it any longer, so I grabbed his jacket and buried my face in his chest, where he gently stroked my hair.

Gilbert: That's a different reaction than what I expected. I thought you would be more like this, embarrassed and angry...

Emma: I think….there’s a room for that…..

Gilbert: Hehe….you can't do that, little rabbit.

With a chuckle, Lord Gilbert brings his face close to my ear.

Gilbert: These soldiers here don't know anything.

Emma: ——……..

(It was. Obviously, a reaction like this would have been odd…..)

Emma: I…I think I cried with joy when….Lord Gilbert came to pick me up.

Gilbert: I see, I see.

(I was thought…to be a very exaggerated woman now. I'm starting to want to cry in a different way…..)

Gilbert: All of you, that's enough. Thanks for your hard work.

Gilbert: By the way, have any of you seen her crying face?

Hearing the question with a refreshing smile, the soldiers shook their heads sideways.

Gilbert: Well, that's good. I'm relieved.

Gilbert: It's a face that only I should know, so if there were witnesses, I would have had to silence them.

Soldiers: W-We'll excuse ourselves!

The soldiers quickly retreat from the scene due to the pressure from the emperor.

Only me, Lord Gilbert, Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter remained.

Emma:….Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: Hehe, what?

(Ah...I have a lot to say, but I can't put it all together.)

Taking a deep breath as I held back the tears, and pulled away from Lord Gilbert.

(For picking me up, for letting me attend the signing ceremony, for choosing to live….)

(I have only one first thing to say——)

Emma: Thank you very much.

The first genuine smile I've had in a long time blows away all the depressing emotions.

Gilbert:…..

Gilbert:….You’re welcome?

I also felt that Lord Gilbert's smile was the brightest ever.

Gilbert: ——I see?

Gilbert: As a result, the anti-monarchy rebellion did not occur, and you were able to sign the treaty without…incident.

Emma: Yes. I think I have taken the first step toward peace safely.

Returning to Obsidian Castle after a long journey, I finally reported on what happened in Rhodolite.

Lord Gilbert, who had taken off his jacket, listened with great interest.

Finally, like a villain, he shrugged his shoulders.

Gilbert: I'm sorry, but I haven't changed my mind, okay?

Gilbert: Even with the shackles of the non-aggression pact, it is possible to trample.

Gilbert: It's my specialty to make people in power crumble from the inside and make them beg for their lives.

Emma:…I already know.

Lord Gilbert sits on the bed and opens his arms.

(…I guess that means I should come over.)

When I closed the distance, he hugged me tightly and pushed me down on the bed.

Gilbert: But if you didn't want to kill me that day, you were thinking of something else, weren't you?

Emma: Yes.

Gilbert: What did you have in mind?

Emma:…First of all, I knew that one day alone would not be enough to overturn Lord Gilbert's decision.

Gilbert: Of course.

He....kisses me on the eyelids and I wriggle from the tickling.

Emma: So what I wanted to do was to negotiate.

Emma: I wanted to remind you that Lord Gilbert's true nature is "love". // I wanted to remind you that the essence of Lord Gilbert is "love".

Gilbert: Huh? I don't remember anything from that——

Emma: From King Chevalier.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Chevalier: ——There was once a man who preached that the essence of a human is love.

Chevalier: Love in this case is compassionate for others.

Chevalier: The theory is that there are no real bad people in the world, just those who are influenced by their surroundings.

Chevalier: What do you think?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Now that I know that Lord Gilbert and King Chevalier were connected, I feel confident.)

(Maybe that's a quote from old Lord Gilbert.)

——Incidentally, the envelope given to me by King Chevalier is on Lord Gilbert's desk.

What was inside was not a letter, but a leaf of rose tea, which is famous in Rhodolite,

Lord Gilbert saw this and had an indescribable look on his face.

(I can tell by that reaction….)

Emma: Lord Gilbert has only become a villain because of the environment around him, but by nature he is a man of love.

Gilbert: How interesting that a man who kills people with impunity can be in love, yes?

Emma: So what is this time now?

Gilbert:……

Emma: I was "belle" because I was recognized as a good judge of human nature.

Emma: I think that you are someone who can actually love people even though, just because you are blinded by blood.

(And if you can love people, you should be able to find hope in all people, including those in power….)

Emma: I told you before. I wanted to involve Lord Gilbert in my daily life.

Emma: I want to create an environment where kindness is received not as “malice” but as genuine goodwill….

(Places and situations have changed….)

I held his cold cheeks between my hands and kissed Lord Gilbert.

Now, this is faster than words can say.

Emma: I won't turn Lord Gilbert's kindness into malice….

Emma:….Please love me and the other people a lot.

Emma: Then love will gather around Lord Gilbert again.

Emma: If the supreme authority, Lord Gilbert, could take back what had been dyed black and obscured, he would be able to see the world….

Emma: It's proof that you can get along with someone in power without resorting to violence.

Emma: I think it's not too late to despair and destroy everything after you know what it's like to live with me.

Gilbert:…….

Emma: So, I want you to live and reconsider whether there is another way….

Emma: And yes, I was trying to persuade you.

Gilbert: In other words, you are…..

Gilbert: You decided to confess your love and try to stop the evil deeds of the trampling beast?

He smiles amusedly at me, and my gaze wanders.

Emma: I….if I don't choose the right words….

Emma:…..Without Lord Gilbert, there would be no happy ending.

(….It's the result of serious thinking, but when I look back on it calmly, it's a very self-conscious strategy…..)

(Oh...my face is a little hot….)

Gilbert: I see. I see…..

Gilbert:…Yes, not bad.

Emma: Hn….

It was completely different from the lovely kiss before, and a nasty kiss attacked me.

My mouth was pried open with a finger, shoving his tongue inside, taking all my composure away at once.

My chest was burning with too much intensity and an unfathomable sensation.

Lord Gilbert's lips parted and he tilted his head in wonder.

Gilbert: That’s funny. You want me to remember love, don't you?

Emma: Yes….but…..

Gilbert: Ideals come at a price.

Emma: Ah….wait——

The corset strings were untied without difficulty, and the blouse was unbuttoned.

It doesn't seem to be a difficult task for Lord Gilbert, who is dexterous with his hands.

In an instant, as if by magic, there was nothing left to hide.

Lord Gilbert stares at me, completely naked.

I pulled up the sheets and managed to hide them, but the caressing gaze made me feel more trapped.

Gilbert: Hehe...that’s right. Little rabbit, can you take off my eyepatch?

Emma: Eh…why?

Gilbert: Because that way I can see you better.

Emma: I'd rather not now.

Gilbert: Then I’ll remove it by myself.

(How strange….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: Do you sleep with that on?

Gilbert: Oh, the eyepatch? Yeah, I don't take them off unless there's a special reason.

Emma: Why…..

Gilbert: That's also my secret.

Gilbert: You are the only one I would never share this with. // You are the only one I would never tell.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(——I thought you said so before.)

Lord Gilbert happily removes his eyepatch.

And finally, I saw his real face.

Gilbert: Look, this one has a better view.

Emma:…So it wasn't red.

(I can't believe you had beautiful blue eye under that eyepatch….)

(It's also ultramarine blue...more like Yves’ than King Chevalier’s or Rio’s.)

Unlike the blood-red, which seems to ravage everything in its path, the blue-eyed one has a kindness that is full of compassion.

Eyes with an impression of extremes suited Lord Gilbert, who was full of contradictions.

Emma: Why was it hidden until now?

Gilbert: On the other hand, what makes you think I'm suddenly willing to share my secrets?

(You mean there was some kind of trigger?)

I think back on our conversation, but I can't seem to connect it to his odd-eyed secret.

In the meantime, Lord Gilbert loosened the buttons of his shirt and began biting me here and there.

Emma:…Ahh.

(There’s no point in thinking…!)

Bitten on the chest, bitten on the collarbone, bitten on the shoulder, bitten on the arm——

Sometimes my skin is sucked so hard that it leaves a strong mark.

It was a sweet bite, but it was painful, and it became a fever that consumed my body….

When I lay on my stomach to protect my body, Lord Gilbert was on top of me.

Gilbert: Let's say, for example….

Gilbert: After my death, if someone with a similar face were to play "me," wouldn't these eyes be a problem?

(….!)

Gilbert: I've been vaguely prepared for death since I was a child....

Gilbert: But I didn't want Albert to be sad, so I was thinking of switching.

Gilbert:…I heard a story once about a nobleman looking for a slave with a face like his son's. I thought it would be nice.

Gilbert: If I hide it with an eyepatch, it will be convenient in various ways when such a thing becomes feasible, right?

(The eye patch was Lord Gilbert's preparation for death.)

Lord Gilbert presses his lips on my shoulders and marks them as if blowing away the pain that strikes my chest.

Gilbert: But I don't need it anymore.

Gilbert:….No, I won't take it off in public, but at least I don't have to hide it from you anymore.

Gilbert: I don't need an eyepatch to get in your way, do I? // I don't need an eyepatch to get on with your speculation, right?

(…..)

I wanted to hear those words—that determination.

It resonates and penetrates the heart more than any confession of love.

Gilbert:….I'll love you, only you.

Gilbert: But if you don't live up to my expectations, then——

Emma: I already know…..it’s a big responsibility.

Whether or not the whole continent will be plagued by disaster depends on the love that has grown and taken root in our hearts.

It may sound exaggerated to say that the world will be at its end when it withers away but,

The trampling beast makes it possible.

Gilbert: Hehe...you're having a hard time too. // Hehe...you're in a tight spot.

Gilbert: You've got the world on your shoulders, and you've been caught by a tough man.

The tingling bite mark is traced lightly with his fingertip.

If I accept Lord Gilbert's love from now on, the scars/marks should increase.

(At first I was just scared...but now I can even feel the love.)

Gilbert: I hope someday you will cry every time you think of me….

Gilbert: I will never stop loving you.

Gilbert: I'm a bad guy. Sorry?

Emma:…Well, then, I'm sorry too.

Emma: Because I want to love Lord Gilbert enough to make him cry.

Gilbert:…..

Gilbert: Hmm…haha…I see.

(….Lord Gilbert, you have such a gentle smile.)

(No...I'm sure this is the way it should be.)

I turn around and our lips meet again.

The skin is hot to the touch, and every time I feel a heartbeat, I’m so happy that I want to cry.

Gilbert: That’s right, you've been my friend, but from today onwards we'll be lovers, right?

Emma: Yes…..I don't do this with my friends.

Gilbert: Yeah. Don't do it with anyone but me, okay?

Gilbert: I might kill you/them if I get jealous, is that right….Emma?

(He's such a bad person…)

(…I guess I've been trampled by the feeling of being loved.)

He returned the kiss with a reproachful kiss, intertwining our fingers while holding hands.

The usually cold fingertips were tinged with human warmth.

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Hello! It's lonely-cereal. I really adore your blog since I've been obsessed with the promised neverland for over 4 years. And I wanted to tell you an idea I had/hear your thoughts.

So, I'm currently writing a promised neverland x OC. (Canon timeline.) and I came up with line a fanmade demon world plant. It's called muerte. It works the very opposite of the Vida plant. It's related to it. Vida is like it's "evil twin." instead of sucking the life out of it's victims, it can undo the effects of vida If so desired. It only withers if the person who's touched it last is dying or has died. Since "Vida." means life in Spanish, but takes life away, I named the fanmade one muerte since that means "death." in Spanish, even though it can bring life back. I thought it'd be an interesting concept for promised neverland fandictions.

It started when Ray and my OC found it and gave one to each other to make sure the other was always safe before my OCS shipment.

It looks like this.

Anyways I just wanted to hear your thoughts about it since I believe it could be cool for TPN AUS or oneshots.

Heyyo 👋

Going to digress a bit to start off, but one of my reservations with the series can be summed up with these tags from @whamss on this poll regarding the ending:

#nothing serious that happens to any ‘good’ character lasts if they’re younger than 20 lol #again its been a hot ass minute but tpn was at its best when Shirai knew how to raise stakes and make them feel actually serious

With the specification of "good character under twenty whose name the reader is aware of before they die" because during the bunker raid and Andrew's subsequent pursuit, there are six innocent children who are murdered.

(Chapter 111)

Fred's, Malcom's, and Mary's deaths are particularly brutal in that rather than shooting them from a distance, Andrew chose to relish bludgeoning them to death with the butt of his rifle until their faces were unrecognizable.

However, none of them have any significant moments in the narrative prior to dying, and their names aren't revealed until this extra in chapter 119. I distinctly remember feeling Shirai was trying to have his cake and eat it too, running with this to say "see, death is still a real possibility for these kids!" The effect is muted though when I don't know who they are besides "background character whose design I vaguely recognize from earlier chapters" and all ten members of the Goldy Pond Resistance survived their gun battle with the demon nobles.

Reading all that in chapter 85 and then seeing Paula and Sandy alive in chapter 96 was so jarring and kind of a "lol okay I guess" moment for me on my first read. It's not actively wishing for the death or brutalization of children who are already victims of the farm system but wanting to see lasting consequences that have weight to them and seeing how characters cope. Sandy loses an eye, but much like Emma losing her ear, we never see him note his long-term struggles with that loss, such as having a larger blind spot, the anxiety and anger that would understandably result in, or even minor annoyances that when stacked together weigh on him. Compare to Lucas who, while still a very capable character, does reflect on how the loss of his arm impedes him.

Tying that back around to muerte, my initial thought was that it similarly feels like it's cheating the narrative on a surface-level read and it seems to rely more on soft magic than the series typically does. Compare to Mujika's blood that has seemingly magical properties. While we're never given the specific details of how it works, Norman's explanations of demon physiology in chapters 120, 126, and 127 are enough to ground it in the hard science of this series' universe. It provides something their genomes are missing and is potent enough to permanently stabilize them upon introduction to the body through consumption.

But again, this is only a surface-level read and I don't know all the details of your story.

Vida is like it's "evil twin." Instead of sucking the life out of its victims, it can undo the effects of vida if so desired. It only withers if the person who's touched it last is dying or has died.

How does it undo the effects of vida, which draws up a being's blood into its stem and then carries it to its petals that results in its flowers blooming? Does it naturally create chemicals that when introduced into a being's bloodstream don't harm said being but cause a negative reaction in the vida plant, resulting in it shriveling up and dying? What of the stab wound still left by it, which is a major factor in its victim's death due to piercing their heart? Does it provide potent clotting agents to prevent a being from bleeding out after its removal as well as rapid mending to flesh?

I'm also a bit confused by what causes muerte to wither, assuming that it has to touch a being that's in the process of dying in order to counteract the vida and restore life to them. If a being uses it on another being but they're unaware they're dying from a disease like cancer, or adrenaline is pumping and they're unaware of a fatal wound when they go to help someone else, is muerte rendered ineffective?

Another thing to consider and something that could potentially offset the narrative convenience of being able to undo death is how it factors into demon culture. Gupna is a carryover from the original faith. Is muerte seen as unholy and are beings saved/revived by it seen as unnatural in the eyes of the general demon population and/or those who follow the original faith? Would that put a human or demon revived by it in conflict with Sonju? Is it highly regulated by the demon nobility as another means of controlling the demon population, or is it so rare it's believed to be an extinct species of plant? Are beings hindered in some way after being revived or are they fully restored to a clean bill of health? Having power over death in a series where it's treated as a genuine finality would dramatically alter a culture and its relationship with the afterlife.

It started when Ray and my OC found it and gave one to each other to make sure the other was always safe before my OCS shipment.

Since Ray isn't aware of the intricacies of the gupna ceremony prior to the explanation Sonju gives Emma, I'm assuming this is initially a sweet gesture between friends because they thought the flower looked pretty, and it unwittingly ends up saving your OC's life? Cute. |3

#lonely-cereal #FSS Asks #FSS Chatter #Vida Flower #Gupna #TPN Demons #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #YnN #TPN Fanfic #Pre-Canon #Goldy Pond Battle Arc #TPN 085 #Cuvitidala Arc #TPN 096 #King of Paradise Arc #Long Post #Read More #Jake and Monica are a bit different from the six kids killed in the bunker raid for me #more like sacrificial lambs in line with Conny since we at least get a scene of them interacting with Theo prior to their deaths #so they aren't as blatantly cannon fodder #also me as a fandom baby having only the two years of brainrot and only first getting into it the day the S2 finale dropped in Japan lol #always nice to hear long-time fans appreciating the blog tho

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That New Melia Design

Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Rejuvenation Brainrot

So! People are dissecting the new Rejuv 13.5 trailer and I would like to add my bit to the fray on account of I have terminal illness of Melia, she is my all time favorite. And the new design she's got has raised my eyebrows.

And a lot of credit to @tlozypaka-tina bc their post really got me thinking more in depth about this design rather than just thinking it just a new design for the new version.

So first, that new design! Let's take a peek at it!

(Bear with me on the resolution being bad, it's a screenshot of a small part of a YouTube video)

And before we continue, let's just compare all of Melia's previous designs (plus throwing Emma in there for kicks)

Now, something important to note for all of Melia's designs (except for the Terajuma design) is that the primary color on them is white. Her first, fourth, and fifth designs all have white shirts, and her second design in Emma wears a white robe with a white bow. Her previous Terajuma design had her shirt be grey but there was a bit around the collar that was white.

Though it would take more time to say what this symbolism this has for Melia (if any, and this isn't just a motif for character design), we can contrast it to the new design shown off in the trailer, which (despite the monochromatic color filter) we can tell that she's wearing a darker shirt. It almost looks like a darker version of her first outfit given the design of the shirt and the exposed bra/tank top straps. Though of course her hair is too long for it to be a re-do of that design. Not to mention the eye shadow, which is something none of Melia's current designs have. It seems to be the same shade as her shirt too.

Also worth noting is that the expression looks far more smug and self assured than any of the expressions of Melia's other designs. And while on this blog we support girlbosses and women who know how capable they are, this is something worth noting. Going back to tlozypaka-tina's post their friend Vance notes that the expression here is similar to that on Melanie's vs sprite.

So, what's the thesis of this post?

Honestly this is a jokey way of putting it but I think it puts it best, between the smug look (being similar to Melanie's vs sprite) and the darker colors of the design, I think we're getting some kind of evil Melia, for lack of a better term.

EDIT: Everything below this point is based on speculation that happened due to me straight up missing Melia's powered up design. I have no good reason for this, I checked the Chapter 12 folder where it is. But I'm keeping it in the post just bc I don't like deleting stuff.

Now, to get into some baseless speculation here, I can already hear some people going "Hey wait, you forgot Melia's powered up design!".

And I'm glad you noticed dear reader, I sure as hell did. When I was gathering the different Melia designs I snagged them from the DeviantArt stash where Zumi posts all the character designs. I didn't grab powered up Melia because she wasn't there (I grabbed the pic above from the Fandom Wiki).

Now I would normally chalk this up to there being dozens of pieces of art in Rejuv and it's easy to forget to upload one, except for the fact that I swear this used to be there! I could be remembering wrong, or... there could be plans for this design when 13.5 drops that involve a redesign that will only be revealed when it's out. Related to the design of Melia we saw in the trailer? I dunno, but it's worth noting since I found it.

#pokemon rejuvenation #pkmn rejuv

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Mutant Month: The Marvel Super Heroes: Dr. Doom's Day!: Hawkeye is an X-Man Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello all you happy muties and welcome one and all, wether you fly, shoot rays out of your eyes, make pasta in your nose or your heart can shoot an all inspiring ray that teaches people how to truly love themselves and then explodes them inside out, all are welcome for a celebration of 60 years of the strangest heroes of all, the outlaws, protectors of those who hate and fear them, those undergoing a fall, the uncanny, astonishing, amazing, dark, immortal, red, blue, gold, black, and green, the

As I haven't remotely hid on this blog but will repeat for newcomers, I love the x-men. Their my faviorite superhero team and are easily my faviorite franchise in comics, with spinoffs from New Mutants, to X-Factor to X-Men red all ranking among my faviorite comics ever. I love these characters dearly and haven't covered them nearly enough on here so I decided to celebrate the 65th anniversary with mutant month... and while we're a few months late due to moving and such, this month happening was never in doubt and wills tand as a yearly celebration of all things x.

So to kick this off we've got an odd little note in x-men history, one I wasn't even aware of till asking my good friend emma what animated apperance of the x-men she'd like to cover.. and finding out their first wasn't on spider-man and their amazing friends like i'd thought but much earlier, on a show known for awesome theme songs, shoddy animation and not much else. Yes folks before costarring in the friendly neighborhood, before all the 90's tastic spandex, before 2000s teenage angst and awesomeness, and before the last gasp till a revivial of said 90s spandex, the strangest heroes of all became the allies for peace and teamed up with one of the first mutants to combat the greatest evil the world had ever known on a barely animated marvel cartoon. Also hawkeye was there. So join me under the cut if i've peaked your intrest as we inter the limitedly animated world of the sub mariner and his allies for peace on the marvel super heroes!

The Marvel Super Heroes wasn't just the first animated apperance of the x-men, but the first marvel animated series PERIOD. Create din 1966 and running for 65 episodes (with each episode having three chapters to it but seeming to tell a complete story). The series was made on a budget somewhere BELLOW a paperclip and a piece of string, a singular bottle cap. They simply scanned the actual comics, barely aniamted them, added some effects and for lip movements used Syncro Vox. For those unfamiliar with it Synchro Vox was a super cheap effect where they cut out the characters mouths and had real human mouths recite the words. And if you say "Well jee whiz jake that sounds like a styigan nightmare from the deepest depths of my subconcious" then your right on the money. There's a reason it didn't outlast the 60s.

As you can imagine this .. looks pretty bad and it's better ot just read the actual comics. The actors TRY, they do, but static, barely perserved images on a screen just can't match the panel work in the original jack kirby art. Congradulations Marvel Super HEroes, you found a way to somehow make JACK KIRBY ART not work. I hope your proud.

It's only lasting impacts are , and i'm completely convinced of this, serving as the inspriation for this incredibles short

At first I thought it was cheap animation in general but knowing now this cartoon uses synchro vox and seeing this cartoon again.. yeah. Good on you crew for doing such an incredibly deep cut and making it work on it's own.

The other is the theme songs. The theme songs for the most part slap.

YOu'll also recognize the Iron Man theme song as they used a jazzy instuermental in his film. And given it's the best of the bunch it's easy to say.

There's two themes missing from this. The first is the shows theme itself. Which is... a lot.

I mean they did get namor down pretty down pat.

So kudos. Speaking of Namor his absence from that montage kinda speaks to him as a whole. As doe shis theme being a bit.. less than the others

It's not bad, but you get they just didn't quite have Imperius Sex Machine as defined as the other 4. Captain America at the time was a man of action, who fought for the people and was a symbol of all of america has to offer. Iron Man was a playboy who kept people at a distance. Thor is a god full of the majesty and wonder that brings, and Hulk.. well okay Hulk's theme is just goofy but damn if it isn't fun and still gets the point across. But namors is "Look at him ain't he powerful. He rules a kingdom. So for those less familiar with the prince of the deep who might of missed wakanda forever, a quick recap: Namor started as a golden age super hero, one of Timely, the future marvel comics, first, and one of the big three of his day with the human torch, a diffrent one than the one who'd later flame on with the fantastic four, and Captain America. LIke most timely heroes he vanished to the sands of time for a while. So cue the Fantastic Four and the true birth of the marvel universe. And since Marvel coudln't just let their bigger names of days past simply lie around, they put the human torch moniker on our boy johnny storm. And once the fantastic four proved to be the hit they were, they decided to bring him back via this book to test the waters.

It's a clever return too: Naturally the person to bring namor back is Johnny Storm, the new human torch and spirtual successor to the original who Namor famously battled in the golden age. Johnny was a teen at the time and ran away from home eventually ending up at a homeless shelter.. and finding NAMOR. Turns out since wwII (an increasing gap but unlike most in comics one that dosen't need to be handwaved as Namor is immortal), namor lost his memory and grew a beard. Johnny uses his power to burn it off

And unable to convince namor he's a freaky fish guy dunks him in the bay. The good news is this brings Namor back. The bad news.. is this brings namor back, who sees his kingdom in ruins and wages war with the surface. The four are able to mostly repel him, and Namor ends up taking a liking to JOhnny's sister Sue. These became his primary character traits: wanting to lash out at the surface, and wanting to nail Reed Richards girlfriend and later wife. Seriously just a few years later the guy buys AN ENTIRE FILM STUDIO when he hears Reed's gone bankrupt simply to try and win her over. As other books sprouted up he'd appear in them, mostly to punch the hero or be courted by various supervillians to team up with them as he was the hottest guy in prom. And that's where the decision to make HIM the 5th pillar of this show really makes me tilt my head. Namor isn't a TERRIBLE character. He's not one I like a lot, but it's simply because outside of his stint with the x-men, where both Matt Fraction and especially Kireon Gilleon really nailed him down: arrogant, but not without honor, powerfula s hell and knows it and while certainly willing to go after someones partner does so because he senses a lack of passion. Dosen't make it okay. Also as seen above it shows his tastes are wide, varied and awesome.

The problem is most of the time he's just an angry fish man with a pretty standard power set and a fairly boring kingdom. Wakanda forever completely redesigning it really helped the MCU version.

But just thinking of the remaining superhero books they could use while fantastic fours rights were elsewhere, as were spideys, they still had ant-man and the x-men. (The avengers were around but were largely saved to adapt in cap and iron man's shorts). I get it to a point: Ant Man had recently been canceled and X-Men.. weren't exactly a hit.

See the early x-men adventures.. aren't great. Their not terrible, there's some good ones as i've read them, and it's not exactly a big secret in the x-men fandom or marvel fandom as a whole that while the CONCEPT for the x-men was great: a new evolution of mankind with powers, that next step being largely teens and young adults struggling to control them.. but Stan Lee and Jack Kirby had no idea what to do with this. Stan 100% created the concept of mutants so he wouldn't have to make up an origin for every superpowered villian or hero. You can only use good ole radation so many times before people catch on and Thor, Cap and Iron Man all had super unique origins that coudln't easily be replicated. The most they could do thor wise is bring in another god from another mytholgy with herc.

But it was at it's core just weaker versions of the kinds of stories he told elsewhere and fell HEAVILY into

Ant Man baffles me as while yes, his book was canceled.. they still had a WHOLE series to mine stories from with interesting visuals. He was still an avenger and he and jan played off each other decently when it didn't fall into Smilin Stan really not knowing how to write women.

SO I KINDA get it as Namor was more the default.. but it still felt like a weird choice given they didn't have mcuh to work with where he wasn't the villian and actively seemed to refuse to adapt any story where he was. IT was just an odd choice to pick someone who at the time was mostly an outright villian and most of whose character arc from that was in books they woudln't use.

So when you have to use WHATEVER you can, what do you do? Well if your this show.. you do something profoundly bonkers and hilarious.

The Actual Episode:

So.. this episode is a mighty marvel frankenstien's monster.

NO not him. He wasn't around yet. NO this episode is clumisly stitched together from two diffrent ff issues. Fantastic Four #6 and Fantastic Four Annual #4

The first makes sense as it features Namor teaming up with one of marvel's best villians who they apparently could use in both shows: Doctor Doom. They simply had to replace who his nemesis were. And that of course is where our futuraly uncanny x-men come in, simply slapped into the baxter building and given the ff's reputation and relationship fighting doom. Oddly they woudln't actually fight doom during the 60's like everyone else. Eventually though he did leading to this awesome cover

Granted FF writer at the time John Byrne didn't like the story because Doom was tricked by X-Men enemy and my boy arcade and tried to retcon it but that's a story for another day.

Point is the X-Men hadn't fought doom.. but given they were more generic superheroes at the time having them step into the ff's roll actually makes a lot of sense. And they even had some panels they could use from the x-mens series of them battling namor.

Yeah for some weird reason they decided instead to mash this story.. with FF Annual #4, the wedding of Sue Storm and Reed Richards. An issue that I haven't read but i'm bound to cover eventually for my annual February superhero wedding special

It is famous enough for me to have the gist though: Sue and Reed get married but this being a superhero comic, some action gets thrown in. In this case Dr. Doom decides to gift them EVERY SINGLE AVALIABLE SUPERVILLIAN in the marvel universe. That's not hyperbole. Pretty much every villian who could from street level guys to the big bads like Kang showed up to try and beat the shit out of the ff.. but this being the wedding of two public super heroes, every super hero in the marvel universe short of spidey (who didn't seem to show up, loner that he was). IT comes off at least from a distance as a big old celebration not just of the happy couple but of how much the marvel universe had grown.

As a result though the first half of this episode is just a lot of fighting and feels really disjointed esepcially once the ff #6 adaptation kicks in as there's never really any resolution to the "all the supervillians are given a subconcious signal to fuck with my arch enemy's wedding day. " part of the plot. Or here it's because the X-Men are getting a major award. Which is nice given how their usually treated.. but for some reason here their called "the alliance for peace".

Look if you had to rename the x-men, and why on earth would you even back then at their weakest, why not the peace patrol, the peace posse, Cyclops and those other 4, the Beast Brigade, the Merry Mutant Marching Society, Not-The Fantastic Four, The Fantastic Five, The Sesnational Six, Uncle Charlie's Funtime House Band, Scotty Dosen't Know, The Teen Angels, The Alps, The Marvels, The Recess Monkeys, Code Yellow, The Mutants, XX-Men, The New Justice Team, Fruit Punch, We Hate you Please Die, Hated and Feared, Diaper Time, Stars and Garters, or Suck it Erik? Did they only have 5 minutes? I did and I came up with all of that, so how.

At any rate the first few minutes is just a lot of fighting. Again they HAVE an issue with namor. I get not wanting ot use all of it: Wanda and Pietro were still in the brotherhood of evil mutants at the time and it was back when Magneto was less "one of the most complex, compelling and awesome characters ever" and more "Dollar Tree Doctor Doom". But you HAVE PANELS OF THESE CHARACTERS FIGHTING NAMOR

There's also some with beast. So there was more than enough to do that and still use bits from ff #4. Just have doom narrate he's having mole man attack them. Instead once the fighting stops most of the x-men vanish, widdling down to just xavier who, thanks to using the wedding panels, is in his best baby blue prom tuxedo.

Oh and instead of just angel and professor.. we also get the greatest of all x-men, king of kings. Hawkeye. Yes for no reason other than they could crop other characters out easier probably, Hawkeye shows up a lot in the second act and is implictly a member of the defenders of peace. So in this reality, playing Mephisto's Advocate, either Hawkeye's a mutant with super sharp aiming ablities, or Hawkeye came to the X-Men to tie one of them up to prove he could join them instead of the avengers and Xavier was like "Fuck it come on in bud."

The rest of the ep is.. fine. Namor is asked to team with dr doom, then is betrayed by doom. We do get some awesome over the top stuff as Dr. Doom needs to use the grabber to pull the x-baxter building into space. So namor SWATS MEOTRS AWAY then chases Dr. Doom and ethan hawke into space and somehow survivies. IT's the cheesy kind of fun I want

So yeah.. for a first x-men in animatoin apperance this is pretty bad. Their barely featured as a team, Jean hardly gets to do anything, and it's two stories that just don't work together welded together. We have to assume at the end new york just.. burnt to the ground because Dr. Doom left all the other super villians int he world on. Or like the actual story the watcher just said "Fuck this' and ended it. Either way it's a pretty bleh episode and even the weird as hell way the x-men are used dosen't give it much of a recomednation.

Thankfully next up in x-men month we have something a bit more fitting as it's time for one of the greatest x-men stories of all: God Loves, Man Kills. Thanks for reading.

#x-men #animation #namor the sub mariner #cyclops #ice man #jean grey #charles xavier #hank mccoy #beast #angel #warren worthington #bobby drake #doctor doom #victor von doom

[tintagel-or-cockleshells]

get to know me

Tagged by @daisymae-12 and @14carrotghoul! Thank you so so much. I've not been on Tumblr much this weekend so let's dive back in.

name: Emma

sign: Taurus

time: 5.17pm, waiting a little while to post this because I just posted a new chapter and I want that to stay at the top of my blog for a bit!

favourite band/artist: Is 'musicals' accepted? Love a good showtune, am a slut for Sondheim. Other faves include Hadestown, Next to Normal, Wicked, and Waitress.

last movie: Miss Congeniality, because my future spouse had not seen it before and I had to show him how to SING.

last show: I think it was Strictly Come Dancing. Layton for the win, Krishnan for the quarter-finals.

when I created this blog: About a decade ago? I have been Tumbling for a long, long time. I left it for a couple of years though.

other blogs: I had an LJ for another decade before Tumblr, and I created a Substack in 2020 and posted religiously twice a week and then found out the company platformed a lot of TERFs.

do I get asks: Only when there's an ask game making the rounds. I love Asks. Love being perceived.

average hours of sleep: I am a terrible sleeper, so sometimes it's 4, more often 6-7 though. Last night I was exhausted physically and emotionally, though, so slept from 11pm right through til 10am.

instruments: Voice! I have a Grade 5 classical and Grade 8 in musical theatre. I struggle to read music but I adore singing so so much.

what I’m wearing: Massive 2-sizes-too-big hoodie from Black Cat Collective, CollectifxModcloth bat jumper and joggers from Snag Tights.

dream job: okay so I was a writer for several years professionally, but copywriting. I worked for Boots, a large high-street chain, for a while and wrote a lot of their email copy. Still fucks with my head that those words are by far my most-read. Now I work in equalities for local government, which can be depressing. So I will say I do not dream of labour, but I want to be published.

Tagging... @clottedcreamfudge have you done this yet? I've not been online since Thursday. Tagging @tsunderebot!

#ask game

[storiesunknown]

independent & selective, low activity multi-muse blog. featuring muses from acotar, bridgerton, throne of glass, the originals, the witcher and many more. written by kay, gmt, 21+ CARRD ! (coming soon)

main muses; all of the bridgerton muses listed.

rules & muse list under read more for now.

muse list.

bridgerton.

sophie beckett.

marina thompson.

hyacinth bridgerton.

daphne bridgerton.

lucy abernathy.

kate sharma.

edwina sharma.

theo sharpe.

penelope featherington.

anthony bridgerton.

felicity featherington.

posy reiling.

the witcher.

cirilla of cintra.

geralt of rivia.

jaskier.

yennefer of vengerberg.

shadow & bone.

alina starkov.

the musketeers.

queen anne.

constance.

milady de winter.

d'artagnan.

marvel.

morgan stark.

bucky barnes.

rebecca barnes.

yelena belova.

kate bishop.

loki.

steve rogers.

peggy carter.

sam wilson.

natasha romanoff.

the vampire diaries/the originals/legacies.

caroline forbes.

elena gilbert.

hayley marshall.

hope mikaelson.

freya mikaelson.

bonnie bennett.

the chronicles of narnia.

susan pevensie.

lucy pevensie.

wednesday.

wednesday addams.

enid sinclair.

once upon a time/disney.

elsa of arendelle.

anna of arendelle.

drizella tremaine.

snow white/mary margaret blanchard.

emma swan.

killian jones.

hope swan-jones.

merlin/athurian legends.

guinevere.

merlin.

lancelot du lac.

arthur pendragon.

hunith.

ygraine pendragon.

kara.

sir gwaine.

lady morgana.

acotor/throne of glass.

feyre archeron.

elain archeron.

nesta archeron.

chaol westfall.

dorian havilliard.

elide lochan.

rowan whitehorn.

aelin galathynius.

sam cortland.

doctor who.

ruby sunday.

amy pond.

clara oswald.

rose tyler.

rory williams.

stranger things.

nancy wheeler.

chrissy cunningham.

eddie munson.

max mayfield.

rules.

001; hello; my name is kay, i'm 21+ and i use the pronouns she/her. this blog is mainly mutuals only and i am selective due to not wanting to be overwhelmed with replies.t his is an independent rp blog for multiple characters from various fandoms. personal head canons will also feature on this blog.

002; interactions; the best way to begin interactions is through sending ask memes. i tend to reblog quite a few of these. i'm not opposed to plotting something, but plotting isn't really my thing and i prefer to make it up as i go along. i will post the occasional open starter and starter call as well.

003; replying;  replies can take any where between a few minutes to several weeks. i am easily distracted. that being said, if you feel that i have missed your replies, please feel free to message me and let me know.

004; shipping. i am open to shipping, but please do not force any ships otherwise it will result in being blocked. i mostly ship chemistry, and i'm open to all sorts of shipping; platonic & romance etc.

005. trigger warnings/themes; i do not have any triggers, but please feel free to let me know if i've reblogged or posted something that you may find triggering. i read all rules but i may forget to tag something. i will not write any rape, pedophilia, incest/self cest etc roleplay. i find incredibly uncomfortable and it's not something i want to write ever.

006. credit; any gifs, gif icons, icons and themes used on this page belong to their rightful owners unless stated otherwise. please do not steal anything from my page, including head canons, bios and verses etc that i will write. i will just block you.

other blog; @/ladyofkilmartin.

#pinned post. #dni.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: Match Me if You Can by Swati Hegde

3.5/5. Releases 6/4/24.

Vibes: Emma, heroines who gotta learn, slow burn, friends to lovers

Heat Level: 2/10

Mumbai-based Jia spends her days writing silly listicles for women's magazine Mimosa. On her off time, however, she works on her anonymous blog, giving what she thinks is very real talk... even if she's in denial about her own true feelings. She wants to get upgraded to a new column--but the only way she can is by helping her coworker find love. Thing is, Jia herself doesn't even realize that her longtime family friend Jaiman has a thing for her. Maybe... more than a thing.

Alright--if you're at all familiar with Jane Austen's Emma, I'm sure you can tell that this is an Emma retelling. I've actually been seeing a lot of Emma retellings lately; but that's not a bad thing for me, as Emma is by far my favorite Austen.

The skinny on this one is that, at least from my perspective it's very cute and well-written. It's a romcom with wit, and there's certainly a lot of chemistry between Jia and Jaiman. I love the setting (it's shockingly rare to find an English-language romcom novel that isn't set in America, and even harder to find one set in India). I enjoy the tone. It's not reinventing the wheel; it goes in the directions that a lot of Emma retellings do. For me, too... I don't mind that it was closed door, per se. However, there were moments cut off in a way that left me thinking "but why?"

The answer is that it was the author's prerogative, and that's valid. I just feel like we were kind of left in a place where there was teasing--and if there wasn't going to be anything, why tease, I suppose?

But nonetheless--if you want a light, fluffy romcom that happens to be closed door, and if you love Emma, I would recommend this.

Quick Takes:

--One way in which this book differs from Emma and that Jia and Jaiman have what I'll call a near-miss about a year prior to the novel's beginning. To me, this was really clever. First off, it swerves away from the typical Emma setup, adding a little tension that I really appreciated. Second, it makes Jia a more interestingly human character, to me. She knows there's this tension, she knows there's something between herself and Jaiman, she just doesn't want to confront it.

--Personally, I think modern Emma retellings arguably work better in a setting wherein matchmaking is still a thing. Jia is nothing if not a consummate matchmaker, and I feel like this plays so well in a book set in Mumbai, where matchmaking is a feasible career (not that it can't be in the west--but it's less common, obviously).

--Like I said: this is a slow burn. Jia and Jaiman have known each other since childhood. Feelings have been there for a long time. So while I understood, and to an extent I mean, it's there in the material... I just wanted them to kiss. I wanted something to happen. Although the book is closed door, that doesn't mean they can't get together earlier in the novel (I'm thinking of a closed door romance by Alexis Hall that I enjoyed not so long ago). It did drag a bit for me.

And ultimately, for all the theoretical tension, that lack of interaction in a romantic sense did keep it from going as far as it could have. I don't mean sexually--I mean as a love story.

That being said--if you're not sure about sex scenes, if you like a slow burn, and you want an Austen update that makes sense... This could be great for you!

Thanks to NetGalley and Dell for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book review #book recs #books

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

⧫ Character: Shinichiro

꒰ ͜͡➸Going back | ꒰ ͜͡➸Losing you

⧫ Reader: female | AFAB

⧫ Wordcount: 1.7k

⧫ Summary: Shinichiro and you have been childhood friends and you remained his anchor after what happened to Mikey. Will he get his happy end (with you)?

⧫ WARNINGS: manga spoilers

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

You kicked the rock for a fifth time in a row, frowning a bit when it went too far to the left as your Phone suddenly started ringing, leaving you confused as to why your best friend would call you shortly after you just left. “Shin? Did i forget something?” You asked curious, stopping dead in your tracks in case you had to go back but his sobs alarmed you. You couldn't make out what exactly he said through all the sniffing and crying, only understanding something about Manjiro and a hospital.

A shiver ran down your spine, knowing he wouldn't prank you with something this serious so you quickly made your way to the hospital on the other side of the city, your lungs burning from the exercise. Your chest felt tight when you looked up at the huge building, trying to steady your breath before you even dared to enter, a thousand thoughts swarming your mind. You’ve been friends with Shinichiro for so long, you knew his brother ever since he was born, you took over the role of an older sister and after the passing of his parents, you took on the mother role too for both of the younger Sanos. Mikey wasn't just your best friend's brother, he was your family too and knowing that he's a tough nut, you were quite concerned whenever he ended up in the hospital. A broken arm never let Shinichiro cry like this before so it must be bad - no. You willed these thoughts away, frantically walking up to the front desk “S-sano Manjiro. Where is he? I’m his sister” You lied, knowing they won't allow a stranger inside. The lady looked at you quite annoyed and turned her gaze to the screen, mumbling out a room number, followed by something you didn't quite hear, already making your way to said room.

As much as you wanted to just open the door and ask what's wrong, you knew it wouldn't be your place to do so. All you could do was wait, the hallway grew eerie quiet the longer you had to wait, all you were able to hear was machines beeping and an occasional loud sob coming out of Mikey's room. It was grandpa Sano who left the room first, followed by tiny Emma, both of their eyes red and puffy from all the crying. Quickly you handed them some tissues from your bag before getting hugged by one after the other, a strong hand resting on your shoulder after “You need to be there for him. Can you do that y/n?” the old man asked you in a weak voice and you tried your best to give him a smile “of course… I always am” You reassured him, pulling Emma closer again as she hugged your waist in a desperate attempt to find comfort.

When Shinichiro left the room you were shocked to see him this pale, his eyes completely empty as he just stumbled right past everyone, mumbling nonsense about needing to close the shop and change his life. You excused yourself from tiny Emma and went after him, holding onto his wrist to stop him from walking away and he immediately whipped around, tears threatening to fall as he looked at you with a mix of emotions before he pulled you flush against his chest, sobs wrecking through your ears yet again. With a tight grip you held your best friend close, feeling him shake uncontrollably as his tears stained your shirt but you didn't care, letting him cry as much as he needed to. He always had to be the big brother, the father for his siblings and it wasn't the first time he broke down like this… But something told you that this was different.

No words were exchanged between the two of you as long as the embrace lasted, only a soft “please stay” escaping his lips when he pulled back, wiping the stray tears away on the way to his bike you luckily knew how to ride. The silence was deafening the whole way to the Sano residence, growing uneasy because you still didn't know what happened with Mikey. Shinichiro didn't want to talk, looking like a shell of his former self when he laid down on his bed, leaving you to take care of him. This was nothing like the times you needed to be there for him before, unsure of what you could do you left his room to look for his Grandpa who just tucked Emma in her bed and wished her a good night. Once he was done he led you to the kitchen and made some tea for the three of you. “Manjiro… He won't- he fell down the stairs and hit his head, you know” he started with a frown and you knew that this talk won't have a nice ending, no one would be upset over a simple concussion. “He will remain in a vegetative state… His body is alive but he lost his awareness” he continued, fighting his own emotions back to try and be strong for you too but you took the kettle from him so he could sit down, finishing the tea for him as he filled you in on what this all means for mikey and everyone around him. “I will support you in any way I can, Mansaku, you're my family” You reassured the old man before thanking him for the tea, bringing it to Shinichiro.

He didn't move at all in the time you were gone, still on his bed and clutching his pillow to his chest. Gently you sat down on his mattress and placed the tea down on the nightstand. “Shin… I have no words to tell you how sorry I am” You whispered, carefully pushing some of his hair out of his face before freeing the pillow from his clutch and getting comfortable on his bed. “Come here” You cooed, helping him lay down on you, head resting on your chest so he could listen to your steady heartbeat. “Thank you” a weak whisper came out of the man you held close, letting your fingers run through his hair just the way he liked it, the other hand drawing random shapes on his back. Eventually sleep took over him and the soft sobbing ceased. Relieved that he finally was able to fall asleep, you stayed awake, holding him close and running your hand through his hair every time he stirred in his sleep to make sure he wouldn't wake up distressed.

It was around 4am when he suddenly woke up, sitting straight right away as his eyes were still full of sleep. “I- i will take care of him. I will study hard, work at the hospital and be his caregiver… I owe that to him“ he mumbled determined, a hand rushing through his hair. You could only sigh and pull him back onto your chest, feeling his ragged breath from all the stress he put himself under. “I will be right at your side, Shin. Help you study, take care of Mikey when you can’t - you’re not alone” you eventually spoke up, feeling his head shake in protest but you shushed him quickly. “You’re family. Mikey would do the same for me” you said sincere, knowing that if the roles were reversed, the Sanos would be looking after you as well so this was the only right thing to do.

This deafening silence fell over the room again, mentally preparing yourself for any argument he might come up with but when he finally spoke up you were taken aback by the venom and bitterness lacing his voice. “You don’t need to- i don't need your pity” he spat, getting up from your chest to shoot you a look that could kill but before you could speak up he continued. “Just- just leave like everyone else - every other girl” he mumbled angry but you saw right through it, cupping his cheek despite his protest. “Shin, I'm your best friend. I would never let you go through this alone, not even if you send me away. Mikey is like a brother to me” you answered, not caring if he wants your help or not, you would be helping Mikey after all. His shoulders started to tremble as his lips were pressed into a tight line, tears falling from his eyes despite all the effort he put into holding them back. It was this love, this unconditional love you held for him that caused the tears to spill again, not understanding how he deserved someone as good as you in his life or as his best friend. A soft embrace took him out of these thoughts again, feeling your hands gently draw circles on his back as his head fell to the crook of your neck, making this even harder on him. “I wish things would be different between us” he whispered, not intending to ever let these words slip out of his lips but there it was, the confession you always waited for… But in a different setting. With a sad smile you moved your head to kiss his temple like so many times before “maybe in another timeline or universe things are” you whispered heartbroken, not wanting to reject him too but this wasn’t the right time or place to be selfish and act upon both of your feelings and he knew.

Even though he understood, he still needed to say these three words, voice out how he feels just so he can say that he confessed, that he can rest easy. “But I love you… Always have. But I need to put Mikey first now” he eventually whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he felt his own heart shatter when a stray tear rolled down your cheek, understanding that you feel the same for him. If only he wouldn’t have been such a coward and confessed to you much sooner, if only he could turn back the time and let you know before all of this, maybe then he would have gotten a taste of how it feels to be more than just your best friend…

#tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers angst #Tokyo Revengers fluff #shinichiro x reader #Shinichiro angst #Shinichiro fluff #tokyo revengers x female reader #Shinichiro x female reader #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers shinichiro #repost ♡

[savingthrcw]

okay, I need to make a list because it's the easiest way for me to stay on top of things, since I keep getting distracted, and these things will get priority over all others (with long pauses when my body says it's time to rest):

-fixing Janey's bio and make links and pages (I thought her name was Jane! I thought Janey could only be a petname! No!) and if @hqlfbloods gives me some Cooper-Janey interactions I'll cry forever (and that goes for other rpers too, even if it needs some plotting to be fully OUCH as a reunion) << somehow I've already done this

-answer asks from hqlfbloods, IF ANYONE ELSE sent me one and I didn't answer, I didn't get it! Feel very free to send me more so I can get used to my new characters as well as re-used to the old ones!

-tried to determine which replies to my answers are going to be kept by my rp partners so I can put them in the thread tracker ?!! < adding them when I get a second reply

-plot with @misfits-of-zaun as soon as possible and check out new blogs to decide who to follow (I will read rules, bios because like I say in my rules I have a HARD time saying no so I need to know if they can work BEFORE I follow, I will check out your threads and blah blah) << I checked out the blogs

-starters for @protectxthem and @aamusedly and @brckensteel, IF ANYONE ELSE ASKED FOR A STARTER please let me know, I think I'm all caught up but I could have missed one! << done some of these too plus some extra starters

-send 'hey let's plot!' messages to new people, probably, if I don't lose my energies at random again << done this too

-maybe make a separate Fallout page for my oc Emma at @smiletimeisrunningout instead of keeping it in the sci-fi section? and answer to asks there too!

-drafts! on all blogs! and a bunch of icons for a commission and possibly study some math at some point today?

-reminder everyone that I'm basing my Fallout characters on the TVSHOW only because I only have vague memories of the games, as much as I liked them, and I certainly didn't complete enough question to know all NPCs, because I don't want you guys to get disappointed! I can't replay if I'm roleplaying here! For Lucy rpers, also, my Fallout OCs and AU characters for now are only Stella and Janey respectively.

if I'm missing something, hit me up!

Also I'm making Maximus icons on the side, if you want let me know if you think they are whiteashed or okay or too dark:

#trying to learn how to properly color y'all

[wits-writing]

Five Miscellaneous Favs of 2022

Felt like doing quick looks at five pieces of media that caught my eye during 2022. 

Not a ranking nor limited to any specific medium, just five things I loved last year that I wanted to talk about with a focus on things I felts were lesser discussed overall in the year.

Because while I could talk about how great Everything Everywhere All at Once, Cyberpunk Edgerunners, or RRR were, I also wouldn’t be bringing that much new to the table by discussing them.

Let’s start with something that hit towards the end of the year:

Matilda the Musical:

What a delight this turned out to be!

The engrossing stylized visuals of this film adaptation of the musical stage adaptation of Roald Dahl’s original children’s book grabbed me from the word “go.” A stage director moving on to direct the film adaptation of their own theatrical work, as is the case with Matthew Warchus here, can and has led to mixed results in the past but here those theatrical instincts shine. Each musical number manages an appropriate scope to get across the emotional impact of the scene and make sure the viewer can appreciate the stellar moments of choreography from the ensemble of child performers. A visual language that lives up to the nature of Tim Minchin’s music and lyrics for the story.

Major highlight of the cast is Emma Thompson as the despicable Miss Trunchbull, performed and presented in a way that makes her the perfect villain for a movie that’s essentially “Baby’s First Antifa Uprising: The Musical.” An authoritarian running her school as a surveillance state who will change her own supposedly sacred rules on a dime in order to never appear as if her power is starting to slip.

Representing the kinder adults of the world in this movie is Lashanna Lynch’s Miss Honey. Any take on Matilda as a story will live and die on how much you buy into the found family aspect of the relationship between the title character and Miss Honey. This film playing into that handily as Alisha Weir’s Matilda finds the first adult to see what’s remarkable about her love of learning in her teacher and Miss Honey finds a reminder of what it means to stand up for yourself and others in an unfair world in her new student. A mutual sense of inspiration beautifully summed up in the new-for-the-movie finale song “Still Holding My Hand.”

Mad God:

Okay, time for a bit of a mood shift…

According to my Tumblr Rewind for 2022, my personal blog’s most popular post of the year was a screencap from a Slash Film interview with Mad God director Phil “You had one job!” Tippett.

This one:

And in that post I described it as a “beautifully blunt” summation of why Mad God paints such a bleak picture of its world and those inhabiting it. Later in that same interview he specified by relating it to how when there’s a tragedy, American news media shoves it in people’s faces on repeat. A process that normalizes the pain and horror of these events and limits people’s ability to imagine a world without any of that. A depressing downward spiral where terrors can never be escaped, only recreated ad nauseum until the end of time (and even beyond that.)

Anyway, I found Mad God to be a ton of fun and it was easily my favorite animated movie of the year!

Probably feels bizarre to go from the previous description of the movie’s world to calling it “fun.” But that’s the balance Tippett managed to strike after the multi-decade process of getting it made. A sickening, compelling contradiction to entice a niche stripe of viewer, because this was certainly anything but a movie made with broad appeal as a concern.

A playfulness comes through in moments like the mindless homunculi that keep this dystopian society running trudging along until a piece of the machinery they work around splats them against a wall, Wile-E-Coyote style. Monster designs that genuinely disturbed me exist alongside ones that are oddly charming in their unconventional designs and mannerisms. The most purely playful elements of the movie take the form of easter eggs to VFX filmmaking history that are featured among the apocalyptic landscapes of some shots, like a statue of Robbie the Robot that features in one shot.

Some stories get by more on a vibe than a carefully constructed narrative and Mad God’s vibes are unlike anything else you’re likely to see.

Bee and Puppycat: Lazy in Space:

Speaking of vibes-based entertainment but on the opposite end of the spectrum.

Bee and Puppycat finally returned this year with a new season on Netflix with an abundance of lo-fi chill at its disposal!

The season, subtitled “Lazy in Space”, has three episodes retelling the story of the original Cartoon Hangover season in the new animation style followed by 13 episodes of original material.

In a universe filled with gorgeous pastel space-fantasy scapes, what keeps the series compelling is everyone in the main cast trying to live the best life they can. One bizarre circumstance after another happening in the periphery of their personal journeys. Exemplified by the show’s approach to doling out information with regards to worldbuilding, everything delivered in pieces tangential to what the focus of a given episode is actually about. This goes doubly for the backstories of the titular characters. Even when we’re given an episode to explicitly flesh out Puppycat’s mysterious past, it turns out to be a nonlinear narrative more concerned with the roots of his attitude than in being a lore-dump. Meanwhile, everytime we get new information about Bee there’s always another layer or three yet to be dug into beneath her unassuming appearance and general ADHD tendencies.

Delivering all that in a balance between high concept scenarios and low-key, chill presentation will keep me coming back to this show for any and all future seasons.

Goodbye, Eri:

2022 could reasonably be argued to be The Year of Tatsuki Fujimoto

Aside from Chainsaw Man Part 2’s manga beginning and season 1 of the anime hitting it big, the mangaka released two one-shots through Shonen Jump in the past year; one was Just Listen to the Song which was written by Fujimoto with art by Oto Toda and the other was Goodbye, Eri, wholly done by Fujimoto.

And it was the best comic I read the entire year.

The story of high schooler Yuta taking the gift of his smartphone as the first step on his path to becoming a filmmaker. His first project being a documentary about the last days of his mother’s life, followed by a narrative covering his artistic evolution as he’s called on to do the same for his classmate Eri.

But a plot summary doesn’t get across why this was the best piece of sequential art I read all year. Fujimoto’s talent at using manga as a form to deliver stories elevates Goodbye, Eri as the narrative framing at hand reflects the premise itself. Every single panel is in the aspect ratio and point of view from Yuta’s camera with Fujimoto’s art emulating novice camera work along the way. One of my favorite recurring details is certain panels clearly meant to represent Yuta having shaky hands as he’s filming.

Like any comic, art and writing feedback into each other to maintain this narrative conceit, as characters will stop on occasion to ask if they should redo a lineread or we’ll see bits that were filmed but not included in previous sequences. It’s playing around with the diegesis of the story to craft Goodbye, Eri’s main theme about how we choose to remember our lives. What bits do we hang onto and what sort of impression do we want to leave other people with after we’re gone.

A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society:

You know the feeling when you find the right band/album at the right time in your life?

That was my experience with Tobias Sammett’s Avantasia two years ago as songs from their album Moonglow were in my youtube recommendation. Even after listening to a decent chunk of the band’s discography, Moonglow remained my favorite. Tackling themes of alienation and creating one’s self while running a full gauntlet of the many forms of Metal. I find a lot to love in the rest of the Avantasia catalog, but none of the albums as complete works topped what this one had to offer for me.

Set all that up for the sake of saying…

A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society exceeded Moonglow and became my favorite album of the year (and possibly my favorite piece of media from 2022, period.)

This even being a possibility was something that gradually built up in my mind as the singles began to roll out. The first release, “The Wicked Rule the Night (feat. Ralf Scheepers)”, was a good hard metal track but it wasn’t until the second single, “Moonflower Society (feat. Bob Cately)”, hit with its amazing animated music video, directed by Jess Cope, that I knew I was in for something special.

The narrative set out by the music video, along with the lyrical content of the song itself, put into focus what Paranormal Evening was about. Especially in how it interacted with its predecessor in Moonglow. If that album was about alienation then this one was going to be about choosing where you want to belong. Whether it’s a conventional path or one that seems off-putting from the outside but could ultimately offer wonders in a future once thought unimagineable. A theme set even more into focus with the third single from the moment I saw its title, “Misplaced Among the Angels.”

A central conceit that reflects Avantasia’s virtue as a group, Sammett assembling performers from across all walks of rock/metal to create something beautiful with each album. New and returning guest performers for the group enhancing what Paranormal Evening has to offer. 

I have lost count of how many times I’ve listened to A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society. Enjoying it more with each playback. Each track lifts up the others and puts me in a state where the album closer “Arabesque” hits as hard as any song I’ve ever listened to has!

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[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

Let me examine all of you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

trigger warning: suggestive.

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Gilbert: Yeah, it's delicious. The sweets you make are always delicious.

Lord Gilbert continues to eat a large amount of baked cookies without resting.

Unlike Rhodolite, the ingredients are not plentiful, so each cookie is thin.

Still, it is clearly a large amount for one person to eat.

(There is no problem with an appetite...)

(I'm glad you've properly regained your appetite.)

(….I’m really, really glad.)

Gilbert: Little rabbit, are you that sad when I eat sweets?

(You’re wrong….)

Emma: No, I'm rather happy. It's worth seeing you eating with such relish.

Emma: There's still a lot more, so please eat a lot!

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you?

I brewed a pot of rose tea with tea leaves that Lord Gilbert had brought from Rhodolite and offered it to him.

In order not to miss the taste of my hometown, he regularly purchases everything from the Country of Roses.

My surroundings are not completely obsidian.

(…..Every time I smell the scent of roses in the land of ore, I feel loved.)

The diplomatic relations between Rhodolite and Obsidian have only recently been restored.

Even so, there are still many restrictions, so it is difficult to obtain unless Lord Gilbert makes special arrangements.

When I relaxed my cheeks and sat down next to Lord Gilbert, for some reason – he was examining my face.

Gilbert: Now you look like me.

Emma: What kind of face is that...

Gilbert: If another man enters this place right now, I think I should kill him.

(What kind of face is that really!?)

If I had to see blood for that reason, I would be traumatized for the rest of my life.

When I tightened my expression, Lord Gilbert looked down and laughed.

Gilbert: It's all right. I've locked the door so no one can come in, you can like me as much as you want, okay?

Emma: When did you get the keys....

Gilbert: I don't want my time with you to be disturbed.

Lord Gilbert picked a cookie and pressed it on my lips.

I opened my mouth timidly and was slowly pushed in.

(Sweet—)

When it was half in my mouth, Lord Gilbert suddenly neared his face and quickly took the other half.

Not only my face, but also the tips of my ears are hot.

Gilbert: Ah... I got the face that I liked again.

Emma: Lord Gilbert!

Gilbert: Haha, you're not used to it, are you?

(...I'm beginning to feel that there is something wrong with my body more than with Lord Gilbert's.)

I force my racing heart to calm down with a cup of rose tea.

(An.....Anyway, I found out there is no problem with appetite.)

(The next thing I want to look into is——)

Gilbert: Good evening, little rabbit. Did you come for a night crawl?

In Lord Gilbert's regular checkup, the next thing I wanted to fill after his appetite was "sleep".

(Food and sleep are more important than anything else for health....)

(Once I fill this in, I should be able to report back to Walter.)

Emma: I'm not a night crawler. ......Can I sleep with you today?

(That's the quickest way to know if you're sleeping properly.)

Gilbert: Sure, why not?

Emma: Thank you very much!

Lord Gilbert , who was sitting up on the bed and reading a book, leaned over to the left side and patted the sheet.

When I approached without hesitation and sneaked in next to him, the book in his hands was closed.

Emma: Am I interrupting?

Gilbert: The book was just in the way.

Placing the book on the side table, Lord Gilbert hugs me.

My mind and body were tickled.

Emma: ….Have you been sleeping properly lately?

Gilbert: I wonder.

Emma: So you haven’t?

Gilbert: Some days I can sleep, some days I can't. However—

Lord Gilbert's hands on my shoulders casually tugs down my negligee.

(!?)

My breasts almost spilled out, and I hurriedly held them back.

Emma: What are you doing?!

Gilbert: The days I'm filled with you makes me sleep better.

Emma:……..

Gilbert: Didn't you say how much you’d be willing to pay for the night?

Emma:….Yes, I did.

Gilbert: You wouldn't lie to me, would you......?

(I'm going to miss the medical checkups.)

When I withdrew my hands, defeated by the sweet, pressured gaze, the negligee was pulled down to my waist in one fell swoop.

There are faint red marks on the skin exposed under the light.

Every time it disappeared, Lord Gilbert marks it again, so there was always a trace of night somewhere on my body.

Gilbert: Hehe, I think I can sleep well tonight.

Emma: .......That's good then.

(Me too….)

(…. I think I can sleep better tonight in many ways.)

Emma: Nn….

I woke up feeling the light behind my eyelids.

(….It’s morning….)

When I wake up my languid body, the blanket flutters off.

It was full of marks exposing to the sunlight and I pulled up in a hurry.

(Lord Gilbert is….)

Gilbert: Oh, you awake? Good morning.

He seemed to be writing something at his office desk.

A fresh smile spreads across his face.

Needless to say, he slept well last night.

(But if you woke up before me, you must have had a short sleep.....)

(I don't know if it's short to begin with, or if it just happened to be today, but just in case, let's report it to Walter.)

Emma:….Good morning.

Gilbert: You can find your clothes there.

He pointed his finger at the side table.

Instead of a negligee, a black dress was neatly folded.

It was a garment I had never seen before.

Emma: What's this?

Gilbert: I made it.

Emma: You made it….?

Gilbert: Yes. This time, I did everything by myself, from design to sewing.

(!?)

(He must be lying….No, Lord Gilbert doesn’t lie…..)

But this one-piece dress made of high-quality fabric is in no way inferior to one made by a first-class craftsman.

On the contrary, it was my favorite outfit with lovely rose patterns here and there.

(You can really make anything from guns to clothes...)

Gilbert: I've been thinking for a while that I hate to see you wearing clothes made by other people.

Emma: ….If you say that, it means I won't be able to wear any clothes.

Gilbert: It's okay. I'll prepare everything for you.

(The scary part is that it doesn't sound like a joke.)

Emma: ….Sooner or later, the shoes and props will all be handmade by Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: ……..

Gilbert: Shoes, huh? As long as I have the materials and tools, I can do it.

Emma: You’re kidding!?

(I never thought he would be jealous of a craftsman I didn't even know...)

If Lord Gilbert's medical checkup included "jealousy," it would definitely show abnormal results.

Emma: But thank you. I will cherish this dress.

Gilbert: You're welcome. Do you want me to help you change your clothes?

Emma: It’s fine!

Gilbert: Is it so wrong to spoil my lover?

Emma: I’ve been spoiled enough.

Gilbert:…..Liar.

(…..?)

His red eye narrowed sharply for a moment.

I was horrified, but I couldn't grasp what it meant.

Emma: Okay, here's what I've got. // Okay, this is what I’ve got.

After leaving Lord Gilbert's room, I filled in the approximate medical examination list and placed the documents in an envelope.

(Walter should be in the medical tower....let’s go.)

I quickly got up from my chair and opened the door, then...

Gilbert: You’re going to Walter, aren’t you?

Emma: ……..

(......Why is Lord Gilbert waiting for me at the front of the room?)

And as far as I could hear the tone of his voice, he seemed to be accusing me.

Gilbert: Haha, you think I didn't know about the checkup?

Emma: .....I thought you were meditating on me.

Gilbert: You're a big villain, why would you do such a kind of thing?

Gilbert: Taking the liberty of diagnosing me and trying to report to Walter without my permission...

Gilbert: You’ve been a bad little rabbit.

As I back away from the ominous feeling, the closed door touches my back.

He placed his both hands on the side of my head to block my escape.

Gilbert: Have you forgotten? I told you before that you can’t examine my body for free...

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