#they need to up the age rating bc they had us watching a live train crash

[doriandrifting]

I still feel so crazy about the fact that El’s reaction to Mike’s note is the same as Mike’s reaction to Will’s painting which is the same as Will’s reaction to Mike’s hug.

#I was working on another post and realized how perfectly the screenshots aligned and it has me screaming #they need to up the age rating bc they had us watching a live train crash #byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #i know what you are #will byers #airport scene

[amsgrey]

Smitten

Zoya Nazyalensky x Fem!Grisha!Reader

I am such a Zoya simp I love her so much. I wrote this in like an hour, so it's not that good but I just needed to write for my queen.

Synopsis: You return to the little Palace after the Civil War. You find you aren't the only one who came back for Ravka.

Warnings: not at all proofread or edited, some spoilers for sab s2 obvi, show!Zoya bc I haven't read the king of scars duology yet, kind of ooc Zoya bc I'm trying to learn how to get her right, reader and Zoya being smitten and Genya making fun of them, not really any good plot lol.

You had come to the little palace when you were 8, your father bringing you from your village at the border with Frejda. He worried that the Frejdan raids would get you killed, especially after he realized you were Grisha. The day he said goodbye to you was the last day you saw him, leaving you in the big world with no family. That quickly changed when you became friends with another Grisha your age, a squaller with strong powers and an even stronger will.

You two grew up together, getting closer and closer. You even went on missions together in The Wandering Isle. That changed when General Kirigan found the Sun summoner and Ravka became unstable. You had been stationed in Kerch, working to recruit Grisha and free Grisha slaves. After news of the Darkling's attack, you stayed and found a place to live hiding away from the Civil War that raged back home. You only returned after Tsar Nikolai's coronation, bringing Grisha you freed in Kerch.

Walking into the Little Palace after years away, you felt a strange feeling of wistfulness. You used to love walking the grounds of the little palace, often with Zoya or Nina, enjoying the nativity of childhood.

Standing on the steps leading into the Little Palace was Genya Saffin, neatly dressed in a pale gold Kefta. Once, she would be in a bright Red kefta to show her station as Corparlki, but now every Grisha wore the same Gold Kefta. Gold being the colour of the Ravkan Crown. She looked radiant, but you always thought that.

"Y/N," Genya greeted as you approached, "It's nice to see you again."

You smiled, reaching out and pulling her into a hug, "I've missed you."

Genya grinned, standing beside you as you looked out over the grounds. Grisha and Otkazat'sya were lounging in the autumn sun, enjoying a peaceful afternoon.

Genya told you to follow her, leading you up the stairs and into the palace. She ran you over the current operation, how Alina had set out to make friendships with Shu-Han and Nikolai was trying to win the war against Frejda.

"Zoya is in charge of training," Genya said, watching your face change at the mention of your best friend, "She's in a meeting with Nikolai and some of his Generals."

You nodded, "She always did say she would be the leader one day."

Genya couldn't help the smile that crept on her face as she heard your heart rate spike and watched a blush creep up your cheeks as she stared at you.

"Come," Genya insisted, leading you back down the stairs and towards the Palace. There were hardly any guards around the grounds, they used to patrol every inch of the palace grounds, but now they only did on the fences. Genya lead you into the Palace, through the winding halls and towards what you assumed must be the meeting room. You had never actually been in the main palace, it was an honour reserved for The Darkling's favourite Grisha and the servants of the crown.

Genya didn't have to knock on the doors, the two guards opened it for her without a second thought.

The room was occupied by a massive mahogany table, with enough chairs for every General in the Ravkan army. Only two people were sitting at the table, though. Tsar Nikolai and Zoya Nazyalensky.

You and Genya both curtsied, "Moi Tsar."

"Y/N?" Zoya was on her feet quickly, she rushed to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You savoured it, Zoya wasn't really one for hugs.

She pulled away and held you at arm's length, "You cut your hair."

You laughed, flicking her hair, "So did you. I like it." Zoya tried to hide the blush on her cheeks from Genya, you were blissfully unaware.

Nikolai stood from his seat at the head of the table, "Y/N L/N?" He walked over to the three of you, "I've heard a lot about you."

You looked between Zoya and the King, "Good things, I hope?"

Zoya rolled her eyes at your pointed stare. Nikolai looked between the two of you, and then to Genya to confirm what he was thinking. Genya was just smiling at the two of you being hopeless.

"Only good things," Nikolai answered, nudging Zoya playfully. In the last few weeks the two had become good friends, now Nikolai could see how smitten the squaller was.

You settled in quickly, the little palace always was and always could be your home. You quickly slipped into a routine, helping fellow Grisha with their training and even teaching Otkazat'sya how the small science worked. Zoya had valued your advice greatly, often letting you consult on decisions about your own powers.

Today, you both had cleared the afternoon to spend time together, having a picnic by the lake like you did when you were children.

Genya had been teasing Zoya about it for days, giggling at how the girl grew red in the face at the mention of you and her. Zoya had been dropping hints for a while, even before you parted ways before the Civil war. There was always something more between you.

You were laying on the grass in the sun, listening to Zoya rattle off what had happened during her morning.

You hummed once she finished, "Sounds..."

You searched for the right word. 'Exciting."

"Tiring," Zoya offered at the same time.

You laughed, turning your head to look at her. The sun cast her in a glow, framing her like a saint. To you, she might as well have been. You were always amazed by Zoya, her power, her mind... her beauty.

Zoya looked down at you, thinking similar things. Your hair was splayed underneath you, framing you in a kind of halo. You could have been her sun in your golden Kefta - which Zoya was convinced was your colour. Glowing up at her with a smile that warmed every part of her.

"Saints," Zoya mumbled, realizing how head over heels she was.

You blinked up at her, "What?"

Zoya felt her ears burning, she was not the fumbling blushing lover. She knew what she wanted and went for it.

You reached out for her hand, clasping it tightly, 'Somethings off with you."

Zoya scoffed, "You're imagining things."

You laughed, sitting up and moving a little closer.

"I think I'm seeing things very clearly."

"Oh? And what is it you see, Koshka?"

You giggled at the old nickname, one she had given you when you were both 12.

"You are as quiet as a cat, Y/N."

It gave you the same warm feeling now as it did then.

"I see a lot," You said defensively, watching Zoya quirk an eyebrow at you.

"I see the way Genya nudges you," You said, watching Zoya's face, "I see the way your ears get red when I compliment you and your brilliant mind."

"They do not," Zoya argued.

"They are right now!" You laughed, grabbing her face in your hands and tucking her hair behind her ears. "I love it when they do."

Zoya rolled her eyes, pretending to look irritated at you.

"I see the way you act all tough and intimidating," You continued, "The toll it takes on you."

It was true, the whole time you had known Zoya she was this way. In some ways, she needed to be. But you missed how gentle she was as a child and her love for Ravka.

"I see how hard you're working for our Grisha."

Zoya melted a little bit at the 'our Grisha'.

"And," You continued, grabbing both her hands again, "I see just how much your work is helping."

Zoya sighed softly, "Slowly."

"Slowly," You agreed, "but surely."

You both fell silent, you watched her face as she gazed over the lake.

"I think I needed to hear that," She said quietly.

"Can't be having our fearless leader forget how fantastic she is."

Zoya turned to you suddenly, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. With a sudden surge of confidence, she reached out, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing her lips to yours. You kissed back almost immediately, your heart exploding in your chest. Your best friend, your Zoya, was finally kissing you.

When you both broke away, Zoya's face lit up in a grin.

You hummed a soft response, trying to show how you felt the same way. That made her smile even bigger. Her hand was still sitting gently on your cheek. You leaned into her hand, relishing the moment. You gently took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"Saints," You sounded breathy and Zoya leant in a little more, pressing her forehead to yours, "I love you."

#zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky fanfiction #zoya supremacy #zoya x reader #zoya the dragon queen of ravka #shadow and bone s2 #shadow and bone s2 x reader #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone s2 spoilers #shadow and bone netflix #sab #sab s2 spoilers #nikolai lantsov #genya safin #grisha reader #grishaverse

[witheredrosie]

punch out!! vigilante au hcs!!!

very self indulgent vigilante au bc it’s one of my fav tropes 🤡

pls tell me if i made any spelling mistakes or if it’s hard to understand what i’m saying

anyway super long post ahead and it’s in a super weird format love you guys xx:

for some context!!!!!!!! :

*an enhancement is basically another word for super power. people with enhancements are called “enhanced”, people without enhancements are just called “enhanceless”

*a hero is someone with a 'heroing license' that goes around saving people on the daily. a villain is, well, a villain.

*heroes have a ranking system, going from 1-50, 1 being the best. it goes by civilian vote and refreshes every month. that's not to say you need to be a top 50 hero to be good hero, there's plenty that don't have a ranking that are well loved.

*a vigilante is someone who goes around saving people BUT without a hero license. vigilantes are illegal as a person needs a registered heroing license to signify they've gone through training and know how to use their enhancement.

* "patrolling" is what vigilantes and heroes call the act of watching the city. heroes have a whole system and schedule while vigilantes just patrol as they please.

* the living system in this fic goes by districts, the higher the district, the richer the area (i.e District 1 is the richest and most expensive district to live in, District 20 is the lowest and poorest district. most heroes only patrol down to district 10 at max, with a few who go lower.)

* there are specific drugs known as "enhancement intensifying drugs (EIDs)" . the most popular and most dangerous drug is called "Potentia", the strongest EID known to man. it's been in production for 14 years, though it seems that a couple years ago, the suppliers of Potentia lost the main ingredient, which forced them to change the entire formula...

* Potentia is normally injected through needles into a person’s arm. depending on the dosage, it can power you up for a couple hours (low dose) or give you a permanent boost (extremely high dose). Potentia does come with major side effects no matter the dosage, ranging from nausea and headaches to muscle failure and death

here's the basic plot:

little mac, a 17 year old who lives in district 14, is an orphan with an extremely powerful enhancement: enhancement imitation. recently, the lower districts have had increasing rates of crime, and with heroes constantly bringing in vigilantes who actually protect lower districts, then heroes more or less refusing to help the lower districts themselves, it's become more and more dangerous to live there.

now, between trying to pay rent, running from supervillains who are trying to kidnap him, constantly lying about his age and identity, being an illegal vigilante, and needing to find a new job after being replaced at his last one, mac has his work cut out for him.

when a paid internship opportunity arises at Hero HQ, mac says "whatever" and goes for shizzles and giggles if nothing else.

upon actually getting the internship, he realises that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't work under the #1 hero as #1 vigilante. it might just cause a few problems.

ok here's the actual headcanons:

p.s the format for everyone’s intros is basically:

name - power [extra info on power and reason behind power] (hero name and reason behind their name)

little mac - enhancement imitation [can copy other people’s enhancements. i wanted his enhancement to kind of represent how he slowly develops his own style of fighting crime + accepts his power as his own instead of associating it with potentia. you’ll read why he doesn’t use his power a lot in a sec] (vigilante name - Champion of Lower Districts // COLD for short lol)

-doesn't enjoy using his enhancement but uses it as necessary

-works under sandman and doc louis (practically only doc since sandman is almost always out) as an intern at the hero hq

-his (totally not forged) ID and birth certificate say he's 18, but he only just recently turned 17

-pretty shy and generally quiet, but when he does speak, he has a booming voice

-mac's blood is the main ingredient in Potentia, an illegal enhancement intensifying drug. he hates using his enhancement because the only thing he can think about is how he’s responsible for Potentia (survivor’s guilt yknow). i stated that the formula for Potentia changed and it’s because four years ago, mac ran away from the lab that used him to make the drug. over the years, he's been actively getting rid of any Potentia he gets his hands on and fights the villains who made the drug in the first place

glass joe: enhanced senses [since glass joe is pretty sensitive in game (e.g him saying his boxing gloves are too tight, or that his stomach hurts) i thought it would be nice to make his enhancement reflect that] (hero name - frappons // HIHI FRENCH SPEAKER HERE ~ glass joe's name comes from the french verb "frapper” meaning “to hit”. the plural-present conjugation of frapper is "nous frappons".  "nous" means we, and "frappons" means hit. thus, glass joe's name is kind of like "we hit" get it?)

-joe's enhancement allows him to hear, see, feel, smell, and taste things about 18x better than the average human, this power does have to be "manually" activated/joe has to focus on whatever senses he wants to be stronger

-this does backfire sometimes, as being in distress also activates his enhancement (i.e he'll be in a fight and as his anxiety rises, so does his ability to feel and smell, which can easily lead to overstimulation)

-he's a bit nervous, but he is deserving of the 13th spot. the title fits like a crown for him.

von kaiser: explosion [his enhancement is a callback to how he's constantly going "BOOM!" in game] ( hero name: the kampfmaschine // I'm sure we all know the iconic voiceline, but if you don't, von kaiser refers to himself in game as "kampfmaschine" meaning "fighting machine")

-literally just can explode things, yknow

-can make fire through his explosions, great in survival situations

-works part time as a teacher in an elementary school for children with extremely powerful enhancements

disco kid: music charm, can put people under his control as long as there's music playing [i think his enhancement is pretty self-explanatory, my guy just loves music] (hero name - disco // no one actually calls him by his real name even when out of the hero suit, it just doesn't feel right. disco kid doesn't mind though) -disco always had a knack for music, but his enhancement came in late (his enhancement came in when he was around 10 years old, most people’s come in at around 5). he was overjoyed when he realised his enhancement was music related

-a popular singer when outside the suit, being a hero only gives more attention to his singing career

-overall a fun guy no matter where you find him. just be careful if there’s music playing, he might just mind control you on accident

king hippo: weather control!! literally just controls the weather [hippo's in game cutscene is him on an island lounging around in nice weather, so i thought it'd be nice to have his enhancement be kind of like a way of showing he's a nice guy who makes sure people have nice weather yknow??](hero name - king hippo // no one actually knows king hippo's real name, but he's proven himself to be a loyal and kind person so most of the others don't question it too much anymore)

-districts 1, 2, and 3 often have good weather because of hippo controlling it, the rest of the districts have natural weather

-his emotions do affect his enhancement, if he gets too upset the weather turns gray and rainy, if he's angry it gets real hot

-he can’t actually speak verbally, but he expresses his thoughts and feelings through sign language, notes, and humming piston hondo: super speed [his enhancement is a callback to the scene of him running as fast as a bullet train]  (hero name: none/uses his real name. he doesn't really get the point of hero names since everyone knows them anyway, it's not like it's a disguise)

-a very serious man, often using all his time to improve his physical abilities 

-constantly pushes himself and his enhancement to the limit. it makes him extremely exhausted, but no matter how much people tell him to rest, he won't rest unless absolutely necessary

.-despite this, he encourages everyone to stay healthy and have a proper sleep schedule, the hypocrite bear hugger: talking to animals [self explanatory enhancement LOL] (hero name: bear hugger // like disco, his hero name is practically his real name, everyone calling him either just "bear" or "hugger")

-doesn't actually go on as many missions as the others, normally there for backup

-he mainly uses his enhancement to spy on people, telling animals to watch any villains or suspicious civilians and report back to him when there's any evidence of wrongdoing

-the main reason he's #8 hero is because he makes the second most public appearances out of any hero (super macho man makes the most of course). pair consistent appearance with his lovable personality and enhancement, you've got an easy way to get voted in top 50. great tiger: teleportation, cloning, and levitation, an extremely rare occurrence of triple enhanced (hero name: great tiger // another disco kid situation)

-can make anything levitate, including objects and himself

-you'd think he'd be top hero, but as soon as you can get past his enhancement he's basically done for (it's easy to get past him once you know his attack patterns, they get  more predicitve the more you fight him)

-you won't see him on the ground a lot, especially in fights. he much prefers to levitate and claims that flying is a lot faster than running

don flamenco: controlling plants (hero name: la rosa // literally "the rose" in spanish)

-think Isabella from encanto, that's basically don with his enhancement LOL

-soaks up ALL of the attention he gets as #6 hero, loves his fans but is very committed to his relationship with Carmen 

-the most involved in the media after bear hugger and smm, often the poster boy for Hero HQ because of his charming personality (and good looks teehee)

aran ryan: metal bending [i liked the thought of him metalbending bc of  the iconic 'horseshoe in boxing gloves' cutscene, and thought it would be a nice callback to it yknow? pls tell me in the tags if you have better ideas bc i was lowkey stuck on his power] ( hero name: silverclover // silver in reference to his metal bending, clover because he's irish LOLOL)

-aran's power is complicated in the sense that it makes absolutely no sense. he controls metal in every single way, and thus, knows how to make too many things out of it. he can melt it down, harden it, break it, and he can do a thing where it magnetizes to his body.

-he's doesn't have a lot of courtesy or manners, but he's very smart in a metalworking sense. he studies diagrams and blueprints of any contraption or building he can get his hands on. if asked, he can make a gun out of a rusty pipe, and he can also tell you exactly how the vents of hero hq work and exactly where they run throughout the building.

-his main weapon is the iconic flail, but instead of boxing gloves, it's just some metal tied to the end

soda popinski: water and ice powers, a rare occurrence of double enhancement [his enhancement is in reference to his love for soda and his ability to withstand the cold, srsly tho the cutscene of him in the snow with almost nothing but a coat and hat scares me]  (hero name: Pobeda //  in reference to his voiceline where he says his "favourite drink is victory”, pobeda (Победа) means victory in russian)

-a tall and intimidating man, but a friendly one at that!

-with a double enhancement of water and ice, he can easily freeze his opponents OR splash them LOL

-the only setback to his power is that he gets dehydrated super fast, thus him constantly drinking soda, water, tea, or really any liquid he can get his hands on

bald bull: bull hybrid LMAO [self-explanatory enhancement] (hero name: bald bull // like king hippo, no one actually knows his real name, but he protects the city very well and scares off potential villains pretty often, so he's in the good books of hero hq)

-our beloved bull has a very dedicated fan club that keeps him in the top 3 of the hero rankings at all time, although bald bull himself doesn't make many public appearances

-bald bull also arrests the most vigilantes out of everyone, having arrested about 100-and-something in his career, it's predicted he'll be the one to bring in COLD

-an angry man, but he puts that anger towards fighting. when out of battle though, he's constantly on the verge of exploding

super macho man: light/brightness enhancement, but mainly relies on his tech to defeat villains [his enhancement is in reference to all cameras that constantly FLASH on him, get it teehee] (hero name: super macho man // hates when people call him by his real name, so he tells people to just call him macho man)

-controls any light that's in the area, things like electrical lamps or flashlights -as i said, he mainly relies on tech and his own strength to defeat villains, and treats his enhancement more like a party trick than anything (though, he doesn't like the dark since it completely renders his enhancement useless, even if he doesn't use it a lot)

-against tough opponents, he'll temporarily blind them by just making it super bright

sandman: super strength [also self-explanatory] (hero name: mr. sandman // also uses his real name)

-SANDMAN MY MAN!!!!! sandman takes the spot as #1 hero with a respectable enhancement, a lovable personality, a good physique, and a steady stream of media appearances

-it's not known to a lot of people, but sandman was actually a vigilante before becoming a hero. he's the only hero who has ever had this happen. but, unfortunately, he is still bound by hero law and has to bring in any vigilantes he finds, no matter how overwhelming the guilt and irony is.

-he knows what it's like to be at the lowest of the low, coming from district 18 himself. it's one of the main reasons he hires mac as his intern, he understands and trusts the kid

doc louis: enhancement disabling/enabling, can temporarily disable enhancements OR make them stronger  [my reasoning behind his enhancement is that in PO he  trains mac and helps him become wvba champ, effectively making mac stronger. as for disabling, i wanted to give him a counter-act to his enhancement strengthening, thus, enhancement disabling.]  (former hero name: doc) -the former #1 hero, and mentor to sandman.

-he saw mac in that interview and IMMEDIATELY went "heehee this my child now! oh? you're technically an adult? still my kid"

-handles a lot of behind the scenes stuff at hero hq, things like patrol routes and paperwork yknow?

SIDE CHARACTERS/NON HEROES:

carmen: medicinal/healing enhancement [i wanted her to actively be able to support the heroes while still having a personaly, so she’s more or less their resident doctor. her business is practically right beside hero hq]

- runs a florist/pharmaceutical business with dons help

- grows tons of herbs for her medicine

rory (aran's sister): doesn't have an enhancement in the beginning, eventually gets a shapeshifting one and helps mac a little bit her [i don’t have much of a reason behind her enhancement, but i thought it was fitting]

- literally only like 5

- her shapeshifting does not allow her to imitate the power of the person she turns into

#punch out!! #punch out #ramblingrosie-tu #PLEASE ADD YOUR OWN HEADCANONS IN THE COMMENTS OR TAGS I WANT TO SEE THEM #might add some more ocs to the list like verawhisks cobra or wvba exclusives cindy #tell me if i forgot anyone i cant think straight rn #i have some more stuff to do with this au coming soon (a list of mac's character relations + a small snippet of the actual fic i'm writing) #so stick around if u wanna see it #this au makes no sense pls bare with me #little mac #doc louis #mr. sandman #glass joe #von kaiser #disco kid #king hippo #piston hondo #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #aran ryan #soda popinski #bald bull #super macho man #CARMEN MI AMOR #not tagging as rory since she doesn't have that much plot relevance sorry rory fans #love u guys thx for reading #i read all the tags and comments that yall add so ill see them for sure #punch out!! vigilante au

[incorrectbatfam]

Can I get headcanons for an au where Bruce adopted the kids when they /were/ babies, please?

Use the bathroom, get comfortable, and maybe have some tissues on hand.

For these headcanons, we’re gonna assume they were adopted in order of age, and that they’re all under 18. So Dick and Babs are 16 (with Babs being older), Harper is 14, Cass is 13, Jason is 12, Tim is 7, Steph and Duke are both 5 (with Steph being older), Carrie is 3, and Damian is 1. Yes, I’m aware that it diverges from canon age gaps but once you keep reading you’ll see why I did that.

Now for the headcanons (in no particular order):

Alfred is “Grandpa” and Bruce is anything from “Dad”, “Pops”, “Old man”, “Baba”, etc. All the other adults, like Kate or Clark, are aunts and uncles.

Steph and Duke compete over everything, like who can tie their shoes the fastest or learn to ride a bike first. Steph makes a point of letting everyone know she’s older, but Duke fires back with the fact that he’s taller. They’re both at the top of their kindergarten class and are known for butting heads, but God help anyone who decides to pick on one of them.

Harper got her first period at school while wearing white shorts. Thankfully, Dick and Babs came in clutch.

At school, Kon told Tim that he got ten dollars every time he lost a tooth. Tim tried to hack the system by pulling a bunch of teeth out at once (thankfully to no avail) until someone caught him.

Babs has a different secret handshake with each person.

When Damian first came along, everyone expected Carrie to be angry or jealous since she’d no longer be the baby of the family. And she was a little jealous at first. But the moment she saw him, her eyes went wide and she whispered, “He’s so tiny” and vowed to protect him with everything she had.

The last business trip Bruce took was when Cass was a baby, and the reason why it was his last one was that while he was abroad, Alfred sent him a video of Cass taking her first steps and he burst into tears in the middle of a meeting because he wasn’t there to witness it in person.

Dick once used Damian as a wingman to pick up girls. It worked so well that Jason tried the same thing, only to have it grossly backfire on him.

Whenever Bruce needs a break, Alfred will call everyone to the living room for one of his infamous spy stories.

Cass is the queen of April Fool’s.

Tim, Steph, and Duke regularly climb on each other’s shoulders to try to reach the cookie jar.

Harper is a pro at getting gum out of people’s hair. Tim is a pro at the exact opposite. 

Bruce gives Dick “the talk”. Dick then gives it to Harper who gives it to Cass who gives it to Jason and by then it’s so misconstrued by then that Bruce has to re-give it to all the kids.

One time Jason lashed out at school and it led to the teachers referring him to a therapist. Bruce stayed with him during the first appointment and Jason admitted to feeling unwanted because of what some kids at school said. Meanwhile, back at home, all the other siblings were trying to get their names to be Damian’s first word, like a competition. None of them ended up winning because when the other two came home, Damian called out to Jason. (And Jason cried on the spot because it didn’t matter what people said at school, he was wanted by the right people).

Group outings with the Kents or the Allens are a normal occurrence.

Harper gave Bruce a heart attack when she DIYed her hair dye and piercings.

The first time Tim saw a shooting star, he was convinced that aliens had arrived to take over the world. His conspiracy-driven panic spread to his younger siblings and that’s how Alfred found them all hiding in a blanket fort wearing saucepans as helmets.

Steph once got lost at the mall and the first thing she did was buy ten Build-A-Bears. 

Cass regularly carries her younger siblings like suitcases.

Bruce never rushed Dick into getting a license or helping out around the house.

Harper once snuck on a train to the next town without telling anyone because she wanted to ask Kate advice on coming out.

Nobody got any sleep for the forty-eight hours when Damian’s favorite stuffed animal went missing.

Duke is a LEGO kid. Carrie is a horse girl. Together they created the ultimate toy equine sanctuary.

Bruce can’t ground the kids. They’ve unionized.

Jason is no longer allowed to pick movies on account of the time he chose an R-rated slasher.

It’s an open secret that Cass accidentally left Tim at a haunted house once. 

Alfred custom sews a ten-person "get along" shirt.

Duke once snuck Damian to school for Show And Tell. Steph ratted him out almost right away.

Jason tried to make his younger siblings reenact Shakespeare. It lasted a good thirty seconds before it dissolved into people hitting each other with props.

As a big mystery/conspiracy theory person, Tim was wholly convinced that Damian was an extraterrestrial because the first time he saw him, it was at the hospital where Damian was hooked up to a bunch of machines after he was born. It wasn’t until after three different people explained the concept of preemies to him did Tim finally get it.

Carrie loves to play dress-up and will rope in anyone in the vicinity.

Bruce’s favorite song to sing to someone when they’re upset is Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Cass taught everyone obscenities in sign language and it was all fine until someone caught Babs at school and she got detention

Alfred can’t remember the last time the house was not babyproofed.

Between birthdays, holidays, Gotcha Days, and other special days, there’s always a reason to celebrate at Wayne Manor.

Whenever they fly on the private jet Duke's in the cockpit insisting he knows more about airplanes than the pilots (Alfred or Kate) bc he watched the Planes movie.

Harper got matching leather jackets for all the sisters.

Bruce gives Tim "coffee" that's 90% milk and a splash of coffee for flavor.

Cass and Jason communicate solely in inhuman grunts.

Carrie can and will latch onto the first person she sees like a koala bear.

There's a running gag among friends on how many siblings Dick has because he tells stories without ever using names.

Bruce comes home after a long day of work and everyone drops what they're doing to dogpile on him.

Harper only got an after school job to pay for her Club Penguin membership.

They all make snowmen in descending size order with Bruce's being this huge towering one and Damian's being like three inches tall.

The girls have a "no boys (except the baby) allowed" zone.

Carrie can't pronounce the letters "R" or L".

When Damian learns to crawl suddenly all the other family members become a jungle gym.

Bruce doesn't notice when someone invites a friend over without permission because what's a few extra kids anyway?

Harper comes out and for a week people wouldn't stop making bi puns.

They try to do that thing where each family member puts a different colored handprint on the mailbox and they end up running out of space.

As the oldest Dick gets stuck with babysitting or he's forced to let Jason tag along when he goes out (bc all parents make their older kids do that) and he resents it but at the same time no one can talk trash about his siblings.

Damian's animal collection begins when he brings in a mouse from the yard. (Cue the hilarious siblings-helping-him-hide-new-pets montages.)

Someone beat Bruce for “World’s most attractive man”, but that’s okay because he was voted “World’s happiest man” instead.

#ask #headcanon #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsiblings #batclan #batman family #dc comics #alternate universe #tw food mention #tw mental health mention #tw angst #tw just in case

[too-attached-to-fiction]

goodnight n go | h.p.

Masterlist here. 

Word count: 1019

A/N: I’ve never written hp fanfic because i’ve always considered it so daunting, but 1. fuck canon and 2. there are not enough imagines for one harry james potter x reader and I needed that content, so maybe someone else needs it too...

Inspired by ariana grande’s goodnight n go bc that highkey slaps

~~~

You checked the clock carefully, then glanced over at your fireplace. With any luck, Harry would be arriving soon. He’d come into your living room, you’d dust off the imaginary soot on his shoulders and guide him to the dining table, always set for the two of you. When dinner was finished, he’d give you a small smile and disapparate home, always promising he’d come back the next day. 

You had just taken your eyes off the fireplace when it came to life in a burst of green flames. You paid no mind to it as the timer for the pasta was going off. With a wave of your wand, the pot lifted itself and was strained of the hot water, straight into the bowl and just in time for the sauce. 

A cough was heard from the fireplace, and you suppressed your smile. “Exactly on time as always.” You added the parsley on top of the pasta, then picked up your wand again and waved the bowl to the table. 

“Well, I learned my lesson after second year.” His toothy smile reached his eyes this evening, with his hair as messy as ever. He adjusted his glasses out of habit. “Is there anything I can help with?” 

“I just need to grab the butterbeers and we’re ready.” You flushed, swinging the cooler open and taking two bottles out. “And even if there was something, I’d never tell.” You smirked at him, setting the bottles on the table and taking your place. “How was work?” 

“Training.” He corrected, reaching for the serving utensils. “At the rate we’re going, ‘Mione, Ron and I might be the only ones who complete it.” He sighed. “How was your day?” 

“Paperwork.” Kingsley Shacklebolt himself had chosen you as an assistant as soon as you had graduated from your eighth year of Hogwarts, but he was fairly lenient on how much work you brought home. “Law reforms are quite the headache.” You tapped your head, then shook it. 

“At least you’re set with your work. We’re doing practice missions on Monday” Harry grimaced. 

“I’d hardly call paperwork satisfying.” 

For the rest of the meal, you chatted back and forth, sharing stories about your friends. When the dishes were in the sink and the table was clear, Harry stood up.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you up, so I think I’ll head home…” 

“Right.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked hopefully, and you nodded. “Good night, (Y/N).” 

~~~

A few months later, Harry arrived two hours late, bruised and bloodied. He stumbled out of the fireplace and onto the sofa, collapsing. 

By then, you had long given up hope that he was coming, setting aside a container with his serving. You waved your wand with a quiet “Accio” and walked over to his side, sighing. 

“‘M fine.” He grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes as you stood over him. “Debrief just took a long time…” He yawned. 

Under any other circumstance, you would have shaken him into a more alert state, maybe even yelled. But now you looked at him with tired eyes, already preparing to at least clean his face before trying to get him into the bath. 

He’d been chasing down the remaining death eaters left and right. This week had been particularly awful. Every time you saw him, the bags under his eyes were more apparent. You knew he was barely getting any sleep, and no potion could keep him awake for long. 

“Can you stay awake for another half hour? There’s clean clothes and a bed ready for you.” You tried, brushing his hair out of his face. 

“What about you?” 

“I’ll just sleep on the couch-” 

“Rubbish. Sleep with me.”  Your cheeks reddened as the words fell out of his mouth. Even though you’d liked him for ages, you’d accepted your fate as a friend already and had never expected anything like this to happen. “We both know your heater’s broke.” 

“Take a shower.” You said sternly, dragging him off the couch and towards the bathroom. “You’ll feel better after you do.” 

You left a pile of clothes on the bathroom counter before walking away, getting yourself ready for bed. You were about to grab blankets for yourself when Harry opened the door to the bathroom, tying his sweatpants. 

“Where are you off to?” He asked as you grabbed one of the pillows from your bed. 

“Sleeping on the couch.” 

“You know there’s room for both of us in your bed, right?” You reddened again, watching his smirk grow.

The two of you climbed in, with him immediately wrapping his arms around you once your head hit the pillow. 

Tomorrow, you’d tell him your feelings. But for now, all you could do was snuggle into his embrace and hope he felt the same. 

~~~ 

Your eyes didn’t flutter open until mid-morning. In your sleep, you had turned in Harry’s arms, and started using his chest as a pillow, your legs tangled together. He slept beside you peacefully, and while the bags under his eyes weren’t gone, they were less apparent now. The corners of his lips were upturned in the slightest, his arms now wrapped around your shoulders. 

You looked up, your eyes glazing over the stubble on his face to his closed eyes and dark messy hair. You wanted to reach up and play with it, wake him up with a kiss. Instead, you put your head on his chest again. 

A few minutes later, a groan was emitted from Harry. You shut your eyes quickly, hoping he’d assumed you were still asleep and move you without a second thought. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you tighter, moving to press his face into your hair.  

You reached to interlace your fingers with him, glancing up. “Good morning.” You said quietly, smiling up at him. 

He moved again, kissing you slowly and gently until you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” 

“However long you’ve been waiting, I think I’ve been waiting longer.” You mumbled, kissing him again. 

#harry james potter #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #fuck canon #no beta we die like men #hp imagines #hp fanfic

[tintinwrites]

the fallen soul | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part One

A/N: Is this incredibly sinful? I hope y’all like it anyway YA SINNNERS. I did research for this fic and I hope the confession is legit? I suppose it doesn’t matter too much simply bc Poe is half-BSing his way through it bc he don’t care!!

Rating: T but this WILL turn to M.

Warning: Religion. Confession. Men are trash except for Father Poe Dameron himself. Sexual themes.

Word count: 2,171, apparently!!

Summary: You’re a young, aristocratic woman in the early 19th century, destined for a life of empty marriage to an adulterous, uncaring man and multiple children that you won’t even get to raise. Your inappropriate thoughts of wanting more than is expected of you from imperfect people leads you to confession where you unknowingly meet the young, new priest, Father Dameron.

GIF credit: I thought I had this in my likes but I didn’t but it’s not mine and if anyone knows whose it is let me know!!

Tags: Open if anyone’s interested!

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You looked around the ballroom with disinterest, watching primped up men kissing the hands of primped up ladies as if they actually paid them any respect, and you wondered which one was going to glide over to you with sugar in his mouth and greed in his eyes.

All you were to them was a dowry and a body to birth multiple children until you bore him a son.

Not even a bed warmer to them, since they would take mistresses in the day on a mattress you would sleep on in the night.

It was a pity; some of them were quite handsome and perhaps there was this foolish spark inside of you that wished to be the mistress of a man who showered you with jewels, but your parents would never allow it.

No, you were destined to be a wife and a mother, bored out of your mind as your husband had other women and your children were raised by other women.

Sometimes you would get into your own head a bit, falling into a silly fantasy of being in the arms of a man who was passionate about you, whose handsome face would gaze down at you, then disappear between your—

Then you would swiftly reprimand yourself for not only going against the purpose that was correct for you, but for thinking of things you had no business even having an inkling of an idea about.

Perhaps no suitor had intrigued you because your thoughts were too sinful, because you were too busy thinking about wrong things to appreciate what was meant for you.

Your parents would pester you with his father is the owner of the local dressmaker’s shop or he’s acquired a large plot of land with the intention of a large family and you would hum as if you were listening, but you never were.

Was it a sin to want passion? Adventure? Something that stirred the barest hint of desire in your otherwise bored disposition?

You supposed it was, otherwise no one would hide it.

Suitors would not act demure when they had taken many women before their wedding night, and those women would not act pure to new men when they had been bedded by the one to their right, and fathers would not lie about how they made their money, and mothers would not put arsenic in their vicious husbands’ tea.

You knew the fabrication that was needed to make the upper class seem better than the lower, yet you still felt guilty for your own thoughts of wanting more.

They all took what they wanted and hid it beneath expensive clothing and charming words.

Why couldn’t you do the same? Why did you merely do as you were told and continually berate yourself for letting your thoughts stray to something you enjoyed more?

Perhaps you were smarter than them and knew it was wrong to do these things even if you kept them hidden away.

When a fair-skinned man with light hair and beautiful yet untrustworthy eyes bowed to you and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and all you could think of was how he had been with a woman you knew dearly, you felt dirty.

Like you knew, and felt, and thought, and wanted too much.

It seemed like there were too many people in the large room now, like they could hear your thoughts screaming in your head louder than their own.

You stuttered a few words about retiring for the night or you hoped you did as you turned and ran from the room.

The darkened hallway offered you solace, the music slightly muffled and no people watching you like they wanted to devour your very soul until there was nothing left of yourself.

Shouldn’t you want to be married? You would be with a man who would provide for you, to keep a roof over your head instead of your father, and your thoughts kept bouncing back and forth between disgust at your desires and comfort in them.

Perhaps you needed to tell someone about it.

Certainly not any of those men or women or your family, but someone who would tell you what to do without judgement; it was likely you only needed to get these thoughts out of your head to realize how ridiculous you were being and then you would be in your right mind.

You would not lie to society like you were pure when you were not. You would be the very model of a modern wife in honesty, not only in appearance.

And you would smile as your...husband fucked anyone but you when it wasn’t time to conceive a child.

You needed to say all of this out loud and you prayed to God it would fix your damaged mind.

God.

That was it.

Dashing to the grand entrance of your father’s manor with your dark blue skirt gripped in your fingertips though the hem did not entirely reach the floor, you grabbed your cloak and fastened it around your neck securely.

Some servants might have questioned you, worried of your parents’ reactions if it was discovered you had left home in the middle of a ball where you were supposed to meet a suitable husband, but you ignored them and stumbled determinedly out into the night.

You weren’t supposed to walk alone at night — no women actually were. You were scarcely allowed to walk in the day unless you had a reputable chaperone.

But you did not fear getting in too much trouble or meeting a stranger that was less than acceptable, since it was late and most everyone was inside your home.

Maybe you were a touch fearful as you walked from your father’s land and down the road, and you realized the farther you walked how close the church was to the poorer part of town.

They were people too, you reminded yourself quickly. They had children like your people, dreams like your people.

Drugs and alcohol like your people, prostitutes like your people.

No different from you and yet scarier simply because their houses were smaller, their clothes not made of fine silk?

You clutched your cloak tighter more from the chill of a spring evening’s wind than your baseless fear, seeing the church slightly up ahead and hoping they had lit some sort of fire despite the warm day it had been.

The door was made of oak that was almost too heavy for arms that did little more than embroider, but you managed to pull one open and slip inside.

It was warmer inside; you stopped for a moment to let the warmth smooth the goosebumps that had risen on your skin, then you carefully lowered your cloak and looked around the room.

You were not used to coming here alone or seeing this place empty, but the bare pews seemed to put you a bit at ease as you walked further inside.

But the confessional to your right made you nervous again, wondering if you really should be confessing these things, imagining that if there even was a priest inside at this time, he might tell your parents who expected you to be pure despite their own sins.

These thoughts had been plaguing you, however, and you wanted them to stop.

You wanted to be satisfied with the life that you were meant to live, and you were sure that pouring your thoughts into the air would lift them from your mind.

Perhaps if you had known the priest a bit better, it might have been easier as you stepped into the booth, but you only came here on holidays and heard gossip that the aging man had begun training someone to take his position.

You did the sign of the Cross over yourself with some uncertainty, having to admit that you were a bit rusty since religion was something that was more talked about than practiced. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was...I...I suppose my first confession tonight is that I don’t quite remember my last.”

Was that a soft chuckle you heard from the opposite booth?

No, you reasoned, priests did not laugh.

“I have come today because I...my thoughts are simply…you see, I cannot get out of my head and...and it’s such a…” You dropped your head in your hands, unsure of how to properly get your thoughts out with how used you had grown to keeping them in.

“Relax, child. Tell me what is on your heart.” The voice was young and smooth, and sounded like he was reading from a book with how flat it was, but you were too intrigued by its other qualities as you lifted your head.

“Yes. Of course. I am descended from noble blood and my destiny is to marry a man of similar status and bear his children. Yet...I...don’t necessarily wish to. I keep finding my thoughts wandering to...to more. Sometimes I do not even know what more entails, simply that it’s something I desire. Often I do think...of having sexual intercourse. Of...of running barefoot through a field and swimming in a lake without a stitch on.” You loved it all so much that you giggled beyond your shame, falling silent as you weren’t sure what else there was to confess.

“And?” He cleared his throat.

“I believe that’s everything.” You furrowed your brow, not sure you could say much more other than your forbidden desires.

“You’ve forgotten something, child.” Now you were sure he was laughing.

You thought for a moment then your eyes widened in a display that could have almost seemed comical. “This is all I can remember! I am sorry for these and all my sins!”

It was said so quickly that your words were hardly intelligible, but the priest hummed in acknowledgement and amusement.

“What do you think my penance for this should be, Father?”

“Have you acted on any of these thoughts?”

You quickly shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “Of course not!”

“Then you haven’t, really, committed any sin.”

“Father, please, I truly feel that I should be punished for having these thoughts.”

“Very well. Uh...let me see...when you kneel by your bed to pray tonight, I want you to do five Hail Marys.”

“Yes, Father.”

It wasn’t the harshest punishment you’d heard of, but it was going to encourage you to actually pray before bed that night and perhaps that would help with your thoughts.

You were curious about this priest, with his charming voice and the monotone way he went about conducting this confession.

Not that you had met many priests who were all that lively, this man seemed like he was hardly even paying attention to his duties.

However, you were correct in your belief that talking about your thoughts would make them go away, and you closed your eyes in preparation for your prayer asking the Lord for forgiveness.

Your prayer discussing your regret for your sinful thoughts and a promise to do your best not to sin anymore was followed by the priest praying to absolve you of these sins — still sounding like he was reading it in a book right then and there — and you smiled softly, doing the sign of the Cross again. “Amen.”

The priest stuttered a few times and then seemed to formulate what he wanted to say, “You have a good soul to beg for penance over something so trivial. Now thank God for this good confession, and, hm...peace be with you.”

“Thank you, my Lord. And thank you, Father.” Perhaps he listened to many confessions that day and had grown tired of saying the same thing, and you were happy for the help from him either way.

“Go now and...sin no more?” He seemed to chuckle at himself.

You stood and stepped out of the booth, finding yourself charmed by the empty church now as you walked to the door.

Father Dameron waited a moment to keep your privacy hidden before he stepped out of his booth, seeing a glimpse of a dark blue skirt slipping out the heavy, wooden doors and into the night.

Were you all by yourself this late at night or had someone been waiting for you to finish and walk you home?

He hated that he had to worry about you simply because you were a woman, but he knew the sins men confessed in the little time he’d been the head of this church.

Men would confess to taking prostitutes despite having wives at home, then come back the next week to beat their breasts all over again as if they actually cared.

Such a pretty voice with barely a sin to confess was a breath of fresh air for once, and he hoped you didn’t punish yourself too much for thoughts that any normal, interesting human being — including himself — had.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

[kannra21]

This time I watched Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited for real, meaning that all this knowledge I gained about that series from the previous time was just facts coming from different posts on Tumblr. And I got to know a lot about it thanks to you. You guys were a big help in figuring out some of the series' most important aspects, I appreciate your input on it.

Now that I’ve watched both episodes. I’m going to comment on some things I haven’t seen people talking much about, I’ll try giving it some highlight so I hope you enjoy.

1) The millionaire detective *or smtng more than that*-

Many expect the main character of the series to present himself in a way that he says his name and what he does for life, to give us an insight into who he is and to give us a better idea of what to expect of the series. But instead, the first episode opens with "I had a father and I had a mother", the series opens with a tragic story and tells us about the rich person's unfortunate life. Why's that? It's very important for Daisuke's character. Because, as we go through the series, the author probably predicted that audience would start judging him according to the way he treats people and work, just like Kato always does. The author tries to warn us not to judge a book by its covers. That's why it is so important that the beginning of the series opens this way.

2) Daisuke's and Kato's teamwork-

Daisuke, being a highly classified detective, knows his rights and what he can and can not do, which he exploits a great deal. He can damage people's vehicles and traffic control but he doesn't care, bc he's a detective and bc the law is on his side. He's using this same knowledge to reach his goal faster without wasting time on things that aren't that important, which means, morally or ethically important. Emotions like insecurity, guilt and regret aren't welcomed in this job. Sensitivity to other people's needs before yours are also irrelevant. Traumatizing a mother and a child from almost getting ran over isn't something that he'd preoccupy his mind with too much. He cares about the sufficiency of the mission and working in the favor of the government, as Ryo himself said.

Kato, on the other hand, is different. People come to him in the first place and the most important thing for him is to bring them peace and security, things that all police officers should actually have in mind. He is everything that Daisuke is not.

And when he told him "You're making quite the show here. How are you going to take responsibility for this?", we can notice that something clicked in Daisuke, that he told himself "ugh I went too far I should do something about it". And then he called HEUSC and told him to send reimbursements for DOUBLE the damage costs he caused for certain people. He also gave the Abura Emirate's seventh prince a billion yen when the car didn't even cost that much. So it’s evident that Daisuke does possess feelings like guilt, he just needs to be reminded of it.

The same goes for that scene when he tried to drop the vehicle into the river, Kato reached for the girl and told her to jump out. Daisuke doesn't care if she's a kid or if she's going to explode together with the van. It is important to him to save the rest + the kids are also considered criminals, he will take it upon himself to judge them as they actually deserved it. Kato, unlike him, can't let himself do that, he just can't. That's why he saved her and let her be with Hiroshi again. I love Kato for that.

Maybe Daisuke is a sufficient detective but Kato is there to remind him that the things he's doing aren't ok. He's giving him a sense of morality and ethics and that's why I think they're put together bc they make a great team. And they truly do, the problem is, Kato can't stand him. 😅

3) This funny moment-

I love how Kamei in the second episode found out ab the tragic death of some woman by going through one of his inappropriate sites and he's like: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Kato *annoyed bc he's as well judging him for his perverted ways and lack of devotion towards work*: "Shut up Kamei."

Kamei *big sad*: "It says she died from a drug overdose. That centerfold model Akiko Hoshida..."

Kato: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??!! SERIOUSLY?"

Which leads me to the conclusion that:

Kato isn't that much different from Kamei.

Kato prefers only a specific type of women while Kamei drolls over every woman who looks even remotely pretty.

Kato has a type because the deceased centerfold model Akiko Hoshida and Suzue look very alike. Kato is also into "innocent" women bc he himself is innocent, as Akira stated. + He knows how to cook, refuses to drink alcoholic beverages during work hours and is actually pretty soft. Kato is more lovable than Daisuke in those aspects.

4) Kato's cluelessness-

Because of being so innocent, Kato doesn't have the ability to criticize others or judge "the way they breathe". He's too good, too considerate, too emphatic. That's why Daisuke's here to break his pretty picture of the world they're living in.

Kato was so easily deceived by the street performers and it was actually funny. Why would they do it otherwise than for money? No one wants to make an idiot out of themselves without a certain price.

He also thought of Suzue as one of them, the drug dealers I mean, acting as liaison. And it made me laugh so much bc he didn't know what's going to hit him. ���

5) HEUSC-

I love HEUSC so much, this technology stuff is so lit, I wish I had it. It can detect lies, analize time, deduce certain information just from the help of a person's credit card, how much income they have, how much they lost over a couple of days, when and where, what were they buying. It can detect a person, personal information ab where they're from, age and date of birth. It also shows the person's heart rate. It can even work as a magnifier and control the traffic lights, isn't it crazy??

Daisuke's heart rate is always 60 during the whole interrogation. He's so freaking calm.

You also need to understand that Daisuke's session lasted longer than Cho-san's who used weak points such as family members and sense of right and wrong. Daisuke needed some time until their negotiation was done, he gave money to a drug addict in exchange for an information while Cho-san didn't lose anything, he could as well just deceive his suspect and get away with it.

Take into account that Daisuke went through a special training in England so his protocols are different from the normal Japanese ones.

6) Daisuke's jealousy-

Lmao Daisuke is stealing friends. He invited Akira to his own ramen during their Isezaki case.

He said "I can risk my life for Kato" and omg let me tell you, Daisuke became jealous so he made a move and even paid him to get into a costume to lure Kato and the rest of the hooligans to the top.

7) The elevator scene-

Kato standing in the middle of the elevator and Daisuke standing close to the corner as pinned as possible is what made my day. 😂

8) On the rooftop-

Daisuke's heart rate is 72 when shooting from a bazooka in the helicopter. Still too calm but I'd say that he's in a good physical condition considering that he's into boxing.

BTW he accidentally shoot towards Kato bc his target wasn't detected, it only wrote "primary target", he didn't do it on purpose.

But the sole thought of "stank needs to be eliminated" gets me every time. 😂

9) Daisuke joining the MCI-

Daisuke circled around the topic and refused to give the answer about why he decided to become a detective by redirecting the conversation towards Kato.

Let me tell you something, I watched too many crime series to know why he did that.

The reason is very personal.

And at the beginning of the whole anime he introduced himself to us with “I had a father and I had a mother”. I think he's trying to find the culprit for his parent's murder.

10) His lack of sleep-

Although he has lots of money, people like Daisuke tend to afford themselves a nice and cozy sleep. Despite that, Daisuke has as much under eyes as Kato. Which makes me wonder what keeps him awake at night, what's he thinking ab. Is he traumatized in a way? I can't wait for the next episodes to arrive!

Btw while watching the anime I fell in love with Kato even more, such a great character.

#fugou keiji balance unlimited #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective balance balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #daisuke kambe #suzue kambe #haru kato #analysis

[young-bev]

An essay abt Fabian Aramais Seacaster

This is the essay that i wrote for my greek myth class. The assignment was to find a contemporary example of Hubris and Nemesis.Understand that some story elements are simplified and glossed over bc this was only supposed to be three pages and i wrote five. Idk like one person on tumblr wanted to see it and a few ppl on twitter as well. So enjoy??

In recent years there has been a rise in popularity in TableTop Role Playing Games (RPG), this is due to shows like Critical Role, The Adventure Zone, Not Another DnD Podcast and Dimension 20. These shows have amassed large followings and have even gone and performed live around the world. Viewed as a collaborative storytelling medium, using dice to define the success of one's actions, it is only reasonable to wonder if the traditional storytelling devices seen in classic mythology translates into this medium. Examining the plot to Dimension 20 Fantasy High a clear example of hubris comes to mind. This hubris is shown by a Player Character (PC) named Fabian Aramais Seacaster in the second season of Fantasy High. To understand the significance of the hubris and Nemesis, one must understand Fabian’s personality in the context of this show and how that relates to the situation he was placed in. Understanding Fabian as a character will also allow the viewer to understand how cruel Nemesis was to him. Nemesis’ cruelty can also be examined as a part of games mechanics and reflected in the relations between Dungeon Master and Player.

 For ease of understanding, I will first explain the context in which Fantasy High takes place. In the introduction to the show, the Dungeon Master (DM) Brennan Lee Mulligan explains that: “Now we can answer the age-old question of; What if John Hughes ran a tabletop RPG game?” The show follows a group of heroes who call themselves the Bad Kids as they attend the Aguefort Adventuring Academy: the world’s premier training ground for would-be Heroes. It is the first episode of the show that Fabian is introduced. He is a half-elven fighter raised by infamous pirate Bill Seacaster and Hallariel Seacaster. Played by Lou Wilson, Fabian is: “Everything [Lou Wilson] wanted to be in high school; rich and hot.” as he stated in an episode of Fantasy High: Extra Credit. It is here in Fabian’s very first scene that the viewer is given a key insight into Fabian’s hubris. While talking to his father before the first day of school, Bill Seacaster says to Fabian; “You’re my son, you’re a direct reflection of me! You and your glory is the same as mine and my glory! That’s how we relate to each other!” (Mulligan, S1 E1).  This statement is important because it will directly play into many of the choices Fabian makes in the following episodes. In the very same interaction, Fabian is gifted by his father an Auguefort Owlbears letterman jacket, as Fabian hopes to make it onto the team with the tryouts happening later that day.  The jacket becomes a great symbol for both Fabian’s hubris and identity as he does not initially make the team but still decides to wear the jacket to school nearly every day. As hubris is defined as someone viewing themselves as either above or below their true social rank. hubris is also seen as acting out of an overblown sense of importance. In a society where a social ladder is clear, Jocks and cheerleaders ‘rule the school’ and the nerds find themselves at the bottom, wearing a letterman jacket for a team that you are not a part of is very much believing yourself above your true position on the social ladder.

While the jacket is a minor display of hubris in the first season as Fabian does eventually find his way onto the Owlbears, it is not until Fantasy High: Sophomore Year that Fabian’s hubris is met with Nemesis. In sophomore year, the Bad Kids find themselves on a quest to retrieve the crown of the Nightmare King. Their journey leads them to the pirate city of Leviathan. Here the city is made up of ships roped and assembled together, it floats in the Celestine Sea. On their first night in Leviathan, Fabian separates himself from the party and heads off, now pensive as this city reminds him of Bill Seacaster. On his own, he meets members of his father’s cult. Warlocks who have given patronage to Bill Seacaster as he is now causing chaos as a devil in the nine hells after dying at the end of freshman year. Initially, these pirates praise and celebrate Fabian as he is their patron’s son. They believe Fabian their saviour. Their reaction changes, however, when they ask Fabian to describe how he defeated Bill Seacaster in combat. These warlocks believe Fabian to have killed his father in a grand and epic battle. Although, in actuality, Fabian killed his father in an act of mercy after their home was attacked by mercenaries. Fabian tries to explain this to these pirates and they immediately become frantic and fearful of the lack of potency and power of their patron. They believed Fabian a powerful enough swordsman to defeat Bill Seacaster, thus powerful enough to defeat one of Bill’s long standing rivals, a man named James Wicklaw (Mulligan, S2 E5). With a hurt pride and desperate to prove himself, Fabian declares: “I am perfectly capable of leading an army, Alright? I am my father’s son through and through. And I am as good as he is...” (Mulligan, S2 E5). It is here with wounded pride that Fabian sets out to prove himself in the eyes of his father’s cult. He leads them in an attack against James Wicklaw. Fabian’s hubris here comes from overcompensating for his hurt pride. He goes above his social standing, believing himself powerful enough to defeat Wicklaw on his own. This is however not true, as Dungeons & Dragons is a game where antagonists have challenge ratings and players gain levels in certain abilities. It is up to the Dungeon Master to balance encounters and choose antagonists appropriately. James Wicklaw was a Mind Flayer, listed in the Monster Manual as a level 7 challenge rating. Fabian at the time was a level 8 Fighter (Perkins, p.222). While this seems balanced, Fabian was immediately grappled and stunned, leaving him unable to do anything but watch, while Wicklaw and his crew slaughtered the 20 followers he had brought into battle. Nemesis comes to Fabian by removing his sense of identity. As Chungledown Bim, one of the warlocks says to Fabian before dying; “Ye ain’t no pirate and Bill would spit in your eye…I’m gonna shit in your mouth” (Mulligan, S2 E5). Ultimately these words would affect Fabian so much that they will come to haunt him in later episodes. Punishment in Dungeons & Dragons does play out differently then it does in classic Mythology. Where the gods of the pantheon are near impossible to reason with and are cruel and unforgiving in their punishments, the ones in control of the world of D&D are you and your friends. A good DM is on the side of their players but it is their job to react as the world in which their players find themselves. In this situation, Lou Wilson made a series of dangerous and reckless decisions as Fabian but these decisions were exactly the decisions that Fabian would make. He is prideful, he is overconfident, he is selfish and ultimately insecure when his pride is threatened. By losing his sense of identity, Lou and Brennan made the decision away from the table to push Fabian’s punishment past simply a character choice and into the mechanics of the game. At the table, we see Fabian shed his father’s eyepatch and sword along with his letterman jacket. These items are obvious symbols of Fabian’s sense of self. It isn’t until a later episode that the viewer sees the true effect that losing his identity has on Fabian. He suffers from exhaustion and pneumonia in the following episode and seems to have fallen into a depressive state. In episode 8, the Bad Kids go to face Wicklaw again, this time together as a team. It is here that the viewers and the other players learn that Lou and Brennan decided to remove all classes and feats Fabian had taken throughout the campaign. This leaves him with a single attack. Talking about this decision in the Fireside Chat, Brennan and Lou said: “[Lou Wilson]: A lot of it is a relationship and trust between you and your DM; in that your DM sees you make that choice, the less strategic choice…and meets you in the middle...It was so much more fun because...Brennan rewarded my choices with the reality and groundedness they deserve...’[Brennan Lee Mulligan]: ‘I think there comes a moment when playing D&D, where you can say: ‘I can really blow it and tell a better story’...I need to honor the danger Lou has put himself in and I need to put consequences here and I just can’t be vindictive.” This quote highlights the main difference with how hubris is treated in this media. Nemesis and the other Greek gods do not care, as characters, if their punishments are juste. They are particularly vindictive and often do not care if you die because of your hubris. Athena did not care about the importance of storytelling when cursing Arachne for boasting of her weaving skills, she simply cared that Arachne be punished for her hubris (Buxton, p.80). In opposition to this, a Dungeon Master and their players are more similar to the poets composing the myths. They make choices while considering the narrative, they enforce nemesis in a way that adds to the narrative. Using Nemesis allows the DM to enforce consequences onto the players allowing their decisions to feel more significant and raise the stakes. However, because of teamwork between player and DM, Nemesis will be much more forgiving to a Player Character then a Non-Player Character (NPC) or those showing hubris in myths. In conclusion, hubris and Nemesis still find their place in the world of RPGS. Fabian Aramais Seacaster is a clear example of this. He boasts of his abilities, believes himself a captain, when in actuality he is at his best when working in a team. Nemesis removes his sense of identity and confidence, forcing him to face his enemies without the skills he had honed in the past few years. She forced Fabian to realize that his true strength comes from the bonds he has with his friends and not borrowed from another's reputation. Nemesis forced Fabian to face his insecurities for which he was overcompensating, playing a key part in the larger elements of Fabian’s journey to becoming his ‘own darling man-boy’.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 fantasy high #dimension 20 live #dimension 20 spoilers #this is the second school project ive done about fantasy high #fabian aramais seacaster #Fantasy high #Lou Wilson #brennan lee mulligan #an essay

[margridarnauds]

I know you prefer a-cast, but what are some pros to buying m-cast instead? There's a bit of a war going on abt which is better. I heard m-cast is better bc the cast is more senior and experienced, but I don't know what to believe. Is a-cast or m-cast just a taste thing, or is it abt smthing else? Would you mind making a chart or smthing for the pros and cons of both versions? Maybe ratings per category? I know you have a preference, but I just think you are quite nuanced. Thanks in advance!

I am very honored that you would think of me as someone who’s fair and nuanced! 

Before I begin, I’m going to say one thing that might or might not be considered....well. Very American of me, from the perspective of Japanese fandom: I do not believe, when it comes to spending the amount of money that these cost, on holding back information in order to appear diplomatic. I’ll try to be diplomatic, for the sake of people who might like anyone I criticize, but, also, if I dislike an aspect, I will try to find SOME way of making said displeasure known, because, again: The amount of money required to buy one DVD, let alone two, is quite a lot. I personally like to buy both, since it lets me compare and contrast, but my God, is it a bit of money (and this year, with the exception of the 2016 Elisabeth, I’ve had to cut down quite a bit while I’ve been abroad: I haven’t touched Frankenstein or Phantom...at least not yet.) 

Also, I am always willing to arrange streams of either/both casts, since this musical is my baby, so that anyone reading this now can see whether what I say is true or not, as well as in order to determine your own preferences. 

Alright, so that disclaimer out of the way, let’s start off: 

I kind of disagree that M cast is more experienced, as a whole. Let’s compare:

Marie  

Rena Sasamato (A Cast) - Had her debut when she was ten years old, in 1995. She is a Toho veteran with many, many musicals under her belt, including The Woman in White, Love Never Dies, Jekyll and Hyde, Les Miserables, West Side Story, Rudolf, Fiddler on the Roof, and, of course, the original 2006 production of Marie Antoinette, where she played Margrid Arnaud. 

Hanafusa Mari (M Cast) - Almost needs no introduction, such is the fame that she has. And I say this as a detractor. My personal feelings about her personality, acting, and singing aside, I can admit that Hanafusa Mari is a living legend in the Japanese musical industry. She certainly lives up to her title of “Empress”, in all senses of the term. She had her debut in 1991 (after, admittedly, undergoing the training of the Takarazuka Revue, so I will give her that she had experience beforehand, just not in acting and singing on stage), and remained there until 2006, when she retired in conjunction with her fellow top star, Yoka Wao. From 2010 onward, she appeared in non-Takarazuka roles, including my very first exposure to Japanese theatre, Dracula, in 2011. 

Now, of the two of them, I won’t deny that Hanafusa has more experience, however I also feel like saying that Rena has less experience is making it sound almost like she was some starving waif that Toho picked off the side of the streets in order to star in their new musical, as opposed to a seasoned actress in her own right who, on top of having an impressive number of musicals under her belt, also has experience in the musical itself. Hanafusa, when it comes down to it, only has four years’ more experience than Rena, though she is almost a decade older and undoubtedly, when she premiered, had more polish than 10 year old Rena. But, on the other hand, she DID remain with the Revue an impressively long time, which is very intense as far as how many musicals they perform on a yearly basis (most Top Musumeyaku only last about...2-3 years or so), she was the original Elisabeth in Takarazuka (a legendary role in its own right), and, my snark about her having the best career money can buy aside, I am willing to say that, for the most part, she’s earned her status as a legend. 

And I want to say that I’m not ripping YOU apart when I say this, I want to make that absolutely clear. You’re asking me a very good question, but it is something I tend to find quite a bit of when I talk Japanese musicals, in the sense that there is often this...assumption that actresses who started off in non-Takarazuka musicals (also a moment of silence for the Shiki actresses, who I almost never talk about but who are kicking ass as Disney Princesses) are somehow...lesser, or that they have less training. Takarazuka is and remains very prestigious, but it’s hardly the be-all, end-all of all musical theatre, and, in many ways, I would argue that Rena has more experience than Hanafusa, in terms of the world of Toho musicals, which require a different style of acting and singing: Less stylized, less affected, more what you would expect from a Broadway or West End show. It’s actually something that I find quite a few Takarazuka actresses struggle with when they come to Toho, as they have to adjust how they’ve done things for a new audience. 

Now, what does this have to do with the overall point? Well, a lot of people bought Marie Antoinette FOR Hanafusa to begin with, since she does have a huge following. I have seen plenty of people admit that they only bought it for her in the first place and didn’t bother with the other cast. I have even seen, in the past, people argue with me on the idea of a musical that DOESN’T have Hanafusa in it getting a proshot, simply because, for them, she IS the world of Japanese musical theatre. Coming from that perspective, of course Rena is less experienced, because she, simply put, isn’t Hanafusa. 

In terms of their overall presentation of the characters, I found that their respective training really impacted how they portrayed the characters: Rena played Antoinette as being very elegant, with a pride that could turn to haughtiness. It made for an Antoinette that is interesting in her own right to watch, which is tricky, since I find that Antoinettes tend to be overshadowed by the other characters, especially Margrid, Fersen, and Orléans. She did include certain aspects of a Takarazuka performance in her performance, since her mother was a Takarazuka star in her own right, such as how to properly use an 18th century fan, but, for the most part, I’m willing to say that she played it much more naturalistically. 

Hanafusa, meanwhile, emphasized the tragedy of Marie’s life. Throughout a decent portion of the musical, she can be seen crying, especially during the trial (which Rena played straightfaced, playing a Marie that is totally numbed by grief), and expresses her happy, joyful moments in a very exaggerated, almost forceful way, more what I would expect from a Zuka actress given that Zuka performances tend to emphasize extremes of sadness and happiness. (Keeping in mind, of course, that traditionally, it’s expected for musical/opera singers to act in an exaggerated way in order to be seen from the back.) If you are used to Hanafusa, then you’ll LOVE it, because she is very much there, and it’s very much what you’ve been accustomed to. She does show her training; she doesn’t miss a single note in the entire production, but I do find that, in this one area, her added age over Rena might be to her detriment, as I find that her voice has thinned somewhat with age, comparing her now to where she was in Dracula or during her Takarazuka days. Her vibrato also isn’t quite to my taste. Not BAD, but not for me. She isn’t UNPLEASANT to listen to, and again, if you are buying it to hear Hanafusa Mari’s voice, that is exactly what you’ll get, but I also do think the luster of it has faded.

So, in terms of overall ratings, here is what I would put them: 

Rena: 

Year of Debut: 1995

Acting: 9/10

Singing: 10/10

Hanafusa: 

Year of Debut: 1991

Acting: 4/10

Singing: 6/10

Margrid 

Sonim (A Cast) - Sonim’s history has been gone into detail here by my friend, @chibimyumi who, unlike me, has a native speaker’s understanding of Japanese (as opposed to getting lucky with Google Translate), so I’ll leave it to her. But, suffice it to say, Sonim had her musical debut about...2007 or so (she was involved in other stage projects, but for sanity’s sake I’m marking her appearance as Johanna in Sweeney Todd as her musical debut) after the idol industry decided to be cowards and kicked her out because she didn’t conform to their pretty pink princess dreams, was offered the title of Ogosho IMMEDIATELY upon her joining up with Toho, and, since then, has distinguished herself as one of their undisputed leading ladies. She has appeared, to my knowledge, on three proshots, two of which I own: Mozart, 1789, and Marie Antoinette, and has also appeared in Kinky Boots, Tanz der Vampire, FACTORY GIRLS, and Rent.  

Natsumi Kon (M Cast) - Natsumi Kon is, admittedly, also no slouch in the world of Japanese musical theatre: She had her debut in 2011, with the coveted role of Juliette Capulet in Romeo and Juliet, and has since been in Les Miserables, Grand Hotel, the Addams Family, The Fiddler on the Roof, and The Secret Garden, as well as being the voice actress for Belle in the 2017 Beauty and the Beast. She has been praised as essentially being “the next generation of the musical world”. 

By the same standard I’ve set re: Hanafusa and Rena, there isn’t THAT much in terms of their ages, since they have the same difference in debut time (though in this case, it’s in Sonim’s favor, and I also think that it’s much more dramatic in terms of younger musical performers as opposed to older ones.) 

I feel like, of the two of them, more people would have come for Sonim, since she is an Ogosho herself, being at the same level of ranking as Furukawa and Hanafusa. What I suspect, in fact, is that Toho, in a CLASSIC Toho move, split the cast that most people would have wanted, with Hanafusa, Furukawa, and Sonim, but I can’t confirm and, honestly, I feel like Hanafusa’s very expressive Antoinette would have clashed with Furukawa’s more aloof Fersen, but that will be dealt with down the line. As it is, M cast has Hanafusa, and A cast has two Ogosho-level performers for the price of one with Sonim and Furukawa. (Meaning that, on a purely technical level, it has the most starpower behind it.)

Sonim has a strong belt and has a reputation for playing scrappy girls, possibly because she herself easily qualifies as a bit of a “scrappy girl” herself. Her Margrid is bitter and cynical, not necessarily kind. The years on the streets have warped her into someone who is primarily motivated by herself and her own personal revenge. She uses “the people” as a self-justification to pursue her own vendetta, only realizing by the end what it’s done and cost her. She doesn’t care for social norms AT ALL, and would be the exact type of person that you would see on a tabletop counter at 2 AM, legs spread out, trying to stuff an entire pizza down her mouth. She’s distrustful, especially towards men and, even for those that she trusts, she has a low level of tolerance for. She is, frankly, a bit of a bitch. And I adore her for it, because it’s more realistic to what I think someone would be like after undergoing what she has. She’s a kind of female character we get relatively little of, really. I do think that, on a few occasions, Sonim perhaps outbelts herself here but, in general, I feel like it suits Margrid’s personality more. 

Natsumi Kon took a more tragic bent to the character. Her Margrid IS a good person, at heart, but she lets her desire for justice, along with her own revenge, steer her towards a course that just causes more suffering. She is more like an 18th century Eponine from Les Miserables, the street girl who, if she’d JUST had the upbringing that Antoinette had, could have been a great lady like her. She seems to play up the love triangle with Fersen more, getting a little closer to him at different times, giving him more longing looks, while also seeming to have...some sort of dynamic with Orléans, with the two of them often touching and laughing with one another. She does have a very smooth, strong voice, though I feel like, on some level, she has never quite escaped playing ingenues, and, rewatching it with a critical eye, I think that, as the musical continues, her voice starts getting a little breathy and strained. I don’t really know whether this is by intent or simply because of the musical being very vocally demanding for the Margrids, but I do think that, if Sonim overbelts at times at the beginning, Natsumi has some issues by the end; the notes aren’t coming out quite as clear or as strong as they should be. Her Margrid has a little bit more of a polish to her and, in general, seems a little younger and more naive compared to Sonim’s. I do give her credit for really being willing to go UP CLOSE to her fellow actors in stand-offs, giving her Margrid the sense of being a little bit of a bull in a China shop; during the duet that Marie and Margrid share, there’s one point where it seems like Natsumi is only INCHES away from her face. I know that it’s out of style to make Harry Potter analogies, but Sonim plays Margrid as a Slytherin; Natsumi as a Gryffindor. She didn’t do a BAD job as an actress, and in fact adds some nice touches to Margrid that I do like, but she doesn’t really do anything too new with the character. 

Now, why does THIS matter? Well, for one, I think that, if you go in expecting the best of everyone, Sonim’s Margrid can be like a dose of cold water. Natsumi is more...palatable. Less conflict, less difficult questions, especially since it becomes that much easier to separate Orléans-As-Villain from Margrid-As-Heroine.  

Overall: 

Sonim: 

Year of Debut: 2007 

Acting: 10/10

Singing: 9/10. 

Natsumi: 

Year of Debut: 2011

Acting: 8/10

Singing: 8/10

Fersen

Furukawa Yuta (A Cast) - Probably one of Toho’s most bankable male leads at the moment. His presence in a musical is generally a VERY good sign to me that Toho is planning on a proshot, since they know that fans will buy anything he’s in. (To illustrate: I wasn’t PLANNING on buying Marie Antoinette, I had more than my fair share of doubts after the disastrous German run, but then I saw Furukawa Yuta and Sonim were signed on and I promptly got both casts. Best insanely rash move I’ve ever made in my life.) He had his stage debut in 2007 with The Prince of Tennis series, and since then he’s played in the Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) musicals, Elisabeth, 1789, Romeo and Juliet, and Mozart. Though he initially made his name with his dancing and acting abilities, along with his personal charisma, he has since worked on his singing, putting himself through Hell and back to earn his spot as Ogosho. While Mozart was his official debut, I would argue that, in some ways, it was as Fersen and then, later, Romeo that he REALLY got to demonstrate what made him star material. 

Mario Tashiro (M Cast) - Mario Tashiro, like Natsumi Kon, is absolutely no slouch either. He has a full, operatic voice that he uses to excellent effect, making him very recognizable even if you don’t know who exactly he is. Plenty of times, I’ll be listening to a trailer on Youtube and hear this BOOMING voice and go “MARIO TASHIRO?” He has been very prolific on the Toho scene, taking roles in Sunset Boulevard, Chess, Love Never Dies, Elisabeth (marking the first time in known history that Fersen is locked in a love triangle with Fersen for Marie Antoinette and then seduces Fersen’s son, Fersen), The Great Gatsby, Jekyll and Hyde, and Sweeney Todd, among others. 

In terms of approach, both men took very different approaches to their role. Furukawa played Fersen as much more aloof and distant, which makes for a contrast with Marie’s sunny, naive personality. He has a dry sense of humor and has a long-running cat and mouse game with Orléans where both understand, on some level, that they’re on equal ground. His love of Marie, while definitely a real, true love, is also very idealistic: Marie represents a world that, for Fersen, is slowly dying out, she represents the best part of humanity for him, especially after being gone during the war. I do not believe, looking at Furukawa’s Fersen, that he and Antoinette ever actually slept together, rather that it was very much a courtly love. He cares for Margrid, entreating her to have compassion, but there’s just enough wiggle room to wonder how MUCH of it is genuine VS him needing something from her at the time, and he’s very aware of his status as an aristocrat and makes use of it. It’s really unlike any other take on Fersen I’ve seen, in any media, and it’s part of why I ended up leaning towards this production, since it’s generally a MASSIVE feat to make me like Fersen. Furukawa’s voice in the role is softer, lacking the strength of Tashiro’s but still making for some very impressive low notes.

Mario Tashiro, on the other hand, focuses more on Fersen as a romantic hero, full of dash and daring. He has a notably dramatic take on Fersen, with flourishes and exaggerated movements, which, as an opera singer, are probably part and parcel of his acting training. If he’s aware of Orléans’ general presence, he doesn’t seem bothered by him, with their being really little sign that Orléans has any respect for him at all. He loves Marie as well, but it is much more of a sort of fairytale, Rose of Versailles love. There’s not as much moral gray areas to his Fersen, even though he makes the exact same decisions as Furukawa’s and, like Hanafusa Mari’s Marie, tends to go through extreme emotions. His voice was, as always, phenomenal, I give him full and complete credit for it, however, unfortunately, when put up against Hanafusa Mari, I found that the two of them had the tendency of trying to outbelt one another, leading to a distinct lack of chemistry during romantic scenes. (And you’ll notice that, despite generally being weighted against Hanafusa, I am NOT giving her the full blame for this one.) 

Furukawa Yuta (A Cast)

Year of Debut: 2007

Acting - 10/10 

Singing - 9/10

Mario Tashiro (M Cast) 

Year of Debut: 2009 (He had his singing debut in 2007, but his overall musical debut was 2009)

Acting - 7/10

Singing - 10/10

Louis

Takanori Sato (A Cast) - Probably the baby of the group, in the sense that he had his own debut a little while after the others, in 2015. In his case, and his case alone, would I say that there was a REALLY strong case for him not having as much experience compared to his counterpart. He has played in Titanic, Elisabeth, the Scarlet Pimpernel (the one with Kazutaka Ishi), Mata Hari, Legally Blonde, and Chess, the latter possibly most impressively since he did the entire thing in English. 

Yuichi Harada (M Cast) - I’ll be honest, I’ve never in my life been tempted to look up his biography before, but when I did, I was impressed to find that he’s actually been working in the world of musicals since 1992, when he was in Anne of Green Gables and then again in Les Miserables as Gavroche. He has had a long career with Toho, too, being in musicals such as Les Miserables, The Sound of Music, Titanic, the Beggar’s Opera, and La Cage Aux Folles, none of which I literally had any idea about until today, but that is very impressive. Massive props to him, honestly, as well as working as a director for Bare: The Musical, which...well. Props to him for branching out. I will never understand the love for Bare worldwide, but you know what? Almost all musicals deserved to be loved by SOMEONE. He has an impressive track record, I’ll give him that. One of these days, I’ll probably have to dig deeper, since I suspect that there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. 

Takanori has a very smooth, strong voice, without the projection of Mario Tashiro. I found that his take on Louis was quite charming, tender to his wife, a normal man who Marie respects even if she doesn’t love him in the same way as she loves Fersen. (Honestly, can I just say: While we all know that Orléans has my entire heart....if Takanori’s Louis asked me to marry him....#PhilippeWho.) He’s a steady man, not really dumb, but well-intentioned and occasionally oblivious to the real danger, and it’s that that kills him, in the end. 

Yuichi’s Louis is much more...confused throughout the thing and, while I think Antoinette has some compassion for him, I don’t really feel like it’s love so much as...affection, mixed with a certain amount of pity. He does show moments where it looks like he knows a lot more than he lets on, but in general, I think he did play it as much more humorous, a lot more...well, dumb, at least until the second act. He does have a solid voice, I give him that, but in general, it felt like there was a little less subtlety in how he interpreted the role. There’s something almost childish about the way that he grasps Orléans’ hands when he’s asking him to intercede for them, whereas in Takanori’s case, it’s more him realizing that his cousin is...well. Orléans, but knowing that he has to do a little bit of crawling if he’s going to survive. 

Yuichi’s Louis DOES still get sympathy from me, but it’s in a way that is kind of insulting to him as a character, mainly because it’s less about HIM and more like “......god. Killing him is a bit like kicking a puppy. Like, you could do it, but my God, why would you?” Like, I do kind of want to write a fanfic where he can just......be safe........far, far away from everything, because I’m not sure if he would notice if they took him any place else, but it does kind of...take away his complexity? I will say, in his defense, looking over his entire performance, that seeing him constantly trying to smile as he’s being led while Marie panics, trying to let her know this is all going to be alright, is a tearjerker, though I still feel like his Louis is played a bit too much like the caricature of Louis that, at this point, I’m kind of used to seeing. That being said, while I don’t necessarily like all of the DIRECTION he took Louis, I can see that he put genuine thought into constructing the role, so I’m not going to nuke him too much in the acting category.

This one, more than any of the others, is probably YMMV, because I know people who were genuinely shocked to realize Louis is double-cast at all. Mainly because it isn’t like the role leaves THAT much of an impact, overall, having only one major song. I honestly think that the 2021 cast is making the right call in splitting Orléans and giving Louis one role, all things considered. 

Takanori Sato

Year of Debut: 2015

Acting - 10/10

Singing - 10/10

Yuichi Harada

Year of Debut: 1992

Acting - 8/10

Singing - 8/10

The Case for M Cast

Now that we’ve gone through the rankings, it’s time for the original question: What are the pros of M Cast? And, if you just listened to me laying all this out, you would think that I wouldn’t have much positive to say. That being said, when I was back in the States and could spend an hour or two watching musicals every day, a LOT of the time, I would watch M Cast. There has never really been a point where I said “You know? I regret getting that cast, I wish I’d just had A the entire time.” If I was dangling off a cliff and I could only save one cast recording, I would HAVE to choose A (and then promptly sob), but I do, genuinely, like M on its own and would recommend getting both simply to compare. 

- Mitsuo Yoshihara. Now, this is going to be odd for anyone reading, because I can hear it now: “But he wasn’t double cast! Wouldn’t you get him on A too?” Yes, you definitely would. But he is a very unique type of Toho actor in the sense that he changed up his performance for EACH cast he was in. If you look at M cast, he has a much warmer dynamic with Natsumi’s Margrid, either as a paternal substitute (making up for her own aristocratic father) or as a prospective love interest. He is MUCH more hurt in the final court scene, very clearly viewing Margrid’s decision as a personal betrayal. As the admitted and confessed Morléans shipper, I have to eat the angst up like it’s candy. The two of them have a nice amount of familiarity and chemistry with one another, presumably due to having worked with one another on other projects before. 

- Mario Tashiro’s voice. This deserves its own section because it is REALLY, REALLY phenomenal. You know whenever you’re seeing Mario Tashiro in something simply because that voice is VERY distinctive and is totally overwhelming each time you hear it. I noted my misgivings in his section, but overall? It is very much worth the price of admission just to hear him. 

- Different shots. I’m still figuring out exactly WHAT shots dramatically change from each cast, but M cast does contain some shots that A doesn’t have and vice versa. M cast doesn’t have this shot of Margrid and Antoinette, and A cast doesn’t have the one here of Antoinette and Fersen’s hands touching, which is a wonderful little bit of cinematography. I do think that, depending on the shot, you can get more or less of a character’s motivations in that moment. A personal favorite is Hébert trying to get Margrid alone during the scene just before the ball and Margrid shoving him off, which foreshadows what happens near the end of the second act. 

-Hanafusa and Natsumi’s voices actually do go quite nicely together at the end.

-Mario Tashiro does make for a very splashy Fersen; yeah, you might not spend too long dissecting what he’s doing when he’s on stage, but he is fun to watch swish around in his 18th century officer’s outfit.  

-My griping on Natsumi’s Margrid aside, I do think she has a lot of charm. No, it isn’t my FAVORITE take on the role, but I do actually like what she does, she adds quite a few nice touches to it, and she does make the song “Enough is Enough”, near the end of the first act, her actual bitch, adding her own riffs onto it to give it a sense of individuality. The parts where she’s smiling, hanging onto Orléans’ arm, make even my wrinkled, shriveled heart grow three sizes. I’ll be genuinely excited to see her return to the role in 2021 to see if there’s anything she changes, though I doubt I’ll be able to see any part of it in person. 

-If you’re a Hanafusa Mari fan, you get to see the kind of performance from her that you’ve grown to expect and appreciate. If you’re not, you get to see her get splashed in the face with champagne. Win, win, win. 

Overall, I think that it will depend on what you’re looking for. I really enjoyed the realism and the grit of the A cast, but not everyone WANTS grit, and in that case...I suppose M cast would appeal more, since M cast relies on everyone involved being much better human beings than A cast, though I do want to emphasize that everyone in A cast is still redeemable. (Except Hébert. Because fuck Hébert.) M cast is....easier to digest, in many ways. There’s a good queen, a stupid-yet-sweet king, a dashing hero, and a misunderstood-yet-angry-poor girl, manipulated by the siren’s song of the Revolution and her unrequited love for Fersen, who bullies the poor, downtrodden queen when she gets a chance before realizing the error of her ways. I think that, for many people, that’s perfectly fine, and that’s what they wanted, especially if they’re already used to Rose of Versailles. I do still LIKE it, because it’s a production of one of my top 2 favorite musicals, but I do think that, if it was the ONLY version of the musical available, I wouldn’t have spent so much time picking it apart. (Though I still would have thought it a MASSIVE improvement on the German.)

 I do put a lot of it on Hanafusa Mari’s influence, though, because of the prevalence of her fanbase and the general belief that no one could ever come close to their star, so why bother getting another cast. Especially given how....devoted the Takarazuka fanbase is in comparison to the Toho fanbase, and the Thing I’ve noticed where fans try to argue that there is some sort of empirical reason for their bias as opposed to simply liking one more than the other. 

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Rough Nights

sawamura daichi x reader warnings: night terrors word count: 2200+ A/N: this is very fluffy and wholesome and makes me extremely happy inside. It gets kinda deep at some points bc I was writing this when I was feeling the exact same way as y/n and got in my feelings ( ˘•̥ _•̥ ˘ ) sadly it didn’t work out the same as this but you know what it is what it iz. I hope you enjoy reading ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ） Snow cascaded down from the sky at an alarming rate. The wind was blowing through the giant pine trees, and the combination of the two made it impossible to see more than a hundred metres into the distance. I blew into my cup of cocoa, steam blowing back into my face. Even if we weren't able to go outside, I was still content here. Surrounded by those who I hold dear.

Every winter holiday, we would travel with our family friends, the Sawamura's, up to the mountains. We had a house up here, where we could stay and hide away from the rest of the world, even if it was only for a couple of weeks. Due to our lives being so busy this was the only time out of the entire year, except for maybe a couple of dinners, we were able to catch up. I treasured it a lot, seeing as I would consider Daichi Sawamura to be one of my closest friends. Maybe I felt him to be a bit more than that, but I could never tell him. I wouldn't want to ruin the relationship we have built throughout our lives. I could never do that.

When we were children, we spent our time up here outside. The days consisted of snowball fights and snowmen. We'd spend our time covering the backyard with snow angels, each pair doing different activities. At night the fresh layer of snow would cover it up, and we'd spend the next day doing it all over again.

However, as we got older, our time outside slowly got shorter. As the workload of middle school began, then high school, and now college, we barely have time to run around like we used to. Instead, we would move a table to the living room, so we could stay cosy in front of the fire as we worked, and watched our younger siblings do what we used to.

With age, feelings began to grow. Feelings nursed each day as I spent every second with him. Feelings that grew consistently until it was time for us to go home again. It was a painful yet magical cycle, every year they simmered until we would see each other again, and then they boiled until we were separated. Because of this, even at the age of twenty, I had never had the time for anyone else. In my mind, no one could compare.

I think the part that was the most painful was the fact that I was too afraid to talk about it with him. It just seemed impossible. He was like a fantasy that I got to see once a year, someone who could do no wrong. What would happen if I shared my feelings with him? I was scared, scared that if I told him how I truly felt the feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and it would hurt what we already have. I suppose this is how it is when you build a friendship with someone only during good times. How are you able to rock the boat when neither of you knows how the other person reacts under that kind of pressure?

I sipped my cocoa, closing my eyes in pleasure at the creamy taste.

"You alright there?"

Daichi Sawamura was humorously staring at me from across the table. The table scattered with an excessive amount of paperwork. College work.

I groaned. "I would say I'm anything but alright at the moment." I glanced down at the essay I had stopped writing mid-sentence as I got lost in the outside world and my thoughts. Is it wrong that I wanted to set it on fire? I despised this unit.

"Now, now, it can't be that terrible, can it?" Daichi stood up from his chair and moved around to my side of the table. "Let me have a look." Sure enough, the man who wasn't even studying the same course as me was able to understand the content better than I had. Instead of doing his own work, he helped me complete mine until the only light illuminating the room was the glow of the fire and everyone else in the house had made their way to bed.

"I think I'm going to sleep," he had yawned. "I'm exhausted, and I really want to be able to go skiing tomorrow without falling asleep standing up." His arms extended over his head as he leant back in his chair, face scrunched in a tired stretch. The white, long sleeve shirt he wore had lifted just slightly to reveal his lower abdomen, and I watched as his muscle rippled.

Lowering my eyes back down to my now completed paper, I gulped, before looking around in search for any other coursework to do. The thought of going to bed right now flustered me to no end. You're probably wondering why? Well, my younger sister had convinced our parents to allow her boyfriend to come away with us. The only catch? They were not permitted to share a room. Daichi was kind enough to allow him to sleep in his room. Do you see where I am going with this? We don't have any spare rooms in the house. He has to sleep in my room.

Our parents have decided that we're old enough and responsible and that they wouldn't have to worry about anything happening. And whilst they're absolutely right in saying that nothing was going to happen, it didn't mean it wasn't going to slowly kill me inside that Daichi was sleeping in the same bed as me.

Not being able to find any work to start at that moment, I simply nodded my head in agreement. That we did, in fact, need to go to bed if we wanted to be functioning humans tomorrow, and began to pack away all of my loose pieces of paper. I couldn't say anything; I was too nervous.

Daichi, who had already packed up his belongings, stood from the table, and cheerfully smiled at me, "I'll see you in a minute then!" He walked out of the living room, humming.

Realising that I wasn't breathing, I released a big sigh before hitting my forehead against the edge of the table dramatically. "Stupid." I had to get a grip on myself before I made it even more apparent.

I took a ridiculously long amount of time to get ready for bed. Trying to build up as much courage as I could, before I walked into my bedroom. My eyes immediately landed on Daichi, sprawled out over the covers, his phone in his hand. Thankfully, he was fully dressed in black tracksuit pants and an old volleyball tournament shirt. I don't know if I could have handled his typical sleeping attire, and I was glad he'd thought of how comfortable I would be.

Noticing my arrival, he sat up and smiled. "I was waiting for you," Tilting his head to the side, he gestured to the bed. "How do you want to work this?"

I clapped my hands together before walking over to my closet, trying to contain my nerves. "Mum keeps all of the spare pillows in here! I thought we could create a little wall of something?" I reached up toward the top shelf of the closet, trying to grab the pillows which were just slightly too high up for me to grasp. I became very aware of the cold air on the back of my thighs and silently cursed at myself for wearing pyjama shorts that were just a little bit too short.

I turned around to Daichi with a pout, and he laughed at me before making his way over to help.

Eventually, we managed to create a wall of pillows down the centre of the queen-sized bed. I flipped off of the lights, before quickly running back to the bed and jumping underneath the covers with a squeak. One thing that always scared me was the dark.

Daichi chuckled softly, "Goodnight, (y/n)-chan."

I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see how red my face must have been. "Goodnight, Daichi-san." I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, trying to distract my mind from any thoughts that shouldn't be there.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I woke up gasping for air.

I had a reoccurring dream, one that I would only get when we were away on this particular trip. When we were younger, around nine or ten, Daichi and I would often go exploring in the forest that surrounded the holiday house. Except, one time we got lost. It grew dark, and eventually, our parents found us. I've had dreams about it ever since, my imagination running wild with what could have happened to us.

Panicked, I tried to slow my breathing down to a regular pace but to no avail. I felt like I was choking on air.

A hand began to stroke my hair. "Are you alright?" I could feel the vibration of their voice right in front of my face like I was pressed into someone's throat. That was enough to stop air from entering my lungs altogether. I tensed up but immediately relaxed when their fingers made their way to my scalp, slowly beginning to rub.

As I calmed down, I became more physically aware. I noticed that I was indeed wrapped up in Daichi's arms. Legs tangled together, my face pressed into his neck. He had one hand wrapped around my waist, the other softly stroking my head. It was so soothing that I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I didn't care about what happened to our pillow wall; I wanted to stay like this forever, bundled up in his warmth, listening to the soft sounds he was making to soothe me. The scent of rosewood intoxicated my mind as I inhaled deeply. I felt him bury his nose into my hair, drawing in a large breath before his chest slowly moved up and down in an even rhythm. My mind relaxed even more, and I drifted into a tranquil sleep just as a pair of lips pressed tenderly against my forehead.

I was woken again, but this time not from a nightmare. A loud rumbling sound ripped through my left ear and I jumped in shock, accidentally bumping Daichi in the process. He let out a loud groan.

"Jesus Christ," I managed to whine out, clutching my ear. "Do you keep a train up there?"

A sleepy laugh sounded from Daichi which made me melt on the spot. He pulled me closer into the warmth of his chest. "Mmm, maybe I do. Sorry about that." He began to press small kisses against my ear and on the top of my head before I felt his breathing start to slow down, and he slowly dozed off again.

This definitely felt like a dream to me, and maybe that's why we were both so okay with it happening. The reality of the night was different from the reality of the day. At night you could get away with anything. There were no boundaries. People were different, more confident in the dark. I nuzzled my face against his neck, gently placing a soft kiss right underneath his ear before I drifted off again.

The feeling of hair being pulled behind my ear roused me from my slumber. I could feel the light shining against my eyelids, making it almost painful as I opened them. Immediately, Daichi pulled his hand back like he'd been caught.

It was a picturesque scene, the curtains had been slightly drawn, and sunlight was peaking through, beaming from behind Daichi like he was an angel. The sight brought a small smile to my face. I'm not sure when, but we had separated ourselves, and he laid on the other side of the bed."Sorry about that. I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured out, scratching behind his ear as though he was embarrassed. His biceps flexed as he did so, and I couldn't help but blush as I remembered those exact arms had wrapped around me so intimately last night. My heart rate sped up.

Neither of us said anything for a while. We just laid there in peaceful silence. Breathing in slowly, I drew in the scent of rosewood. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and hummed happily. It may have been the most delicious scent I had ever smelled in my life.

I flickered my gaze back to Daichi. I was too nervous about bringing up what had happened last night. So many questions ran through my brain. Did this mean he felt the same way I did? Or was he just trying to comfort me? What does this mean now?

Somehow, I blocked them out. They were ruining the moment. All I wanted to think about and all I was going to think about was how lovely it felt to be wrapped up in his arms.

A realisation came over me. I didn't just want to remember it. I wanted to experience it every night for the rest of my life. A sense of motivation seemed to take over my brain, and I opened my mouth, ready to confess.

#sawamura daichi #daichi x y/n #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #imagine #oneshot #anime oneshot #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort

[dented-nado]

Also, Trinity post battle at the watchtower.

[[ akfjlkas I ended up doing this one first to break it up, and also bc I wanted to try writing some trinity content –“Promise you’ll go easy on him Bruce.”

“It was stupid, reckless, he could have died. I’m going tomake sure he knows just how idiotic it was.” Batman bit back, still pacing backand forth despite his own just recently patched up wounds as he and Dianawaited.

In just the other room, Superman was only barely coming to, stillfeeling the throbbing pain from the wounds closing that had only just fully hadany traces of kryptonite removed. Batman felt like punching a wall, breaking something, anything.He was going to let that super-asshole have a piece of his mind, that was for sure. How dare he. Howdare he, the one who was supposed to be invulnerable, bullet proof, scarehim like that.

Batman grit his teeth and finally stopped pacing, trying to forcehimself to breathe outside of angry huffing

.“He was trying to protect you Bruce, he… he knew he had a chance tomake it through, and he has.” Diana bit her lip, wrapping a strand of dark brown hair around her finger, half wanting to chooseher words carefully, half knowing Bruce wouldn’t enjoy being coddled. “But you,if you had been hit…”

“I’m not going to have someone else diebecause of me!” He yelled back just as the door slid open to reveal Supermanlumbering forward to intervene.

“Kal! You shouldn’t be up yet.” Diana chided, rushing to his sideto support his waffling stance.

“What you did was stupid.” Bruce said with a deadpan stare, hiseyes that had briefly scanned over Clark’s body to make sure he was healingwell and going to be okay well hidden beneath the lenses of the cowl. “Theywere counting on you rushing in. They were using me as a trap and you fellfor it.”

Clark’s lips drew into a thin line. “Does it ever occur to you,Bruce? What it would do to me, to us, to the league, to yourfamily if we lost you?”

“You’ll get over it, everyone will recover without me. There’speople that can easily take my place if I died.” Batman stated as if it were asimple fact that someone would read in their first grade textbook. “Batman willexist without me.”

Diana stared at him eyes wide and offended. “How could you saysomething like that? Of course you’d be a huge loss. I… I we loveyou, and you’d expect us to just ‘get over it’?”

Batman turned his gaze away from them. “Superman is tooimportant for the world to loose.”

Clark took a bold step forward despite the pain and dull sicknessstill coursing through his body that had yet to fully subside, annoyance atBruce trying to lecture him for saving his life starting to slip into anger.

“I’m no more important than you or anyone else!”

“That’s a lie and you know it! Plenty of people can beBatman, only you can be Super…”

“Dammit Bruce!” Clark yelled slamming his hand back against thewall in frustration. “You think I’m important?! You think “batman” can bereplaced easily?”His rage started to pool back into a deep sadness, starting tohave Clark’s previously angered gaze faltering as his mind raced.“You know who can’t be replaced? You. Bruce Wayne. If anyoneknows how painful it is to loose someone you care about, its you. Do you reallywant to do that to your kids? Put them all through loosing anotherparental figure in their lives? Do you want to make Alfred bury another personhe loves? Do you really want tell me I should haveto look down at your dead body, knowing I could have saved you and stillhad a chance at living through it to spend another day with you… and have to watch you be put into theground… and I’m supposed to just get over it?”

Batman stared downwards, still trying to doeverything to look away from Clark and Diana’s gazes. He wanted to ask for Clark’s forgiveness, be the kind person thatwould rush to their side and soothe them. Admit that he had just gotten scared.Scared that he could have died and left everything behind. Scared that he couldhave lost someone else he adored. Instead, he turned away from them.

“All I’m saying, is you should stop letting your personalissues get in the way of the greater good. If this is going to be a reoccurringissue with you… both of you, it may be best to call it off, put somedistance between us.”

Deep down, saying it made him sick, made his stomach turn. He wasbeing stubborn and yet… if he hadn’t let himself get close to them, hadn’tsomehow unknowingly tricked them both into thinking that he was someone worthloving… well then there was one less thing threatening to take people that gavethe world so much hope for the future away. He wanted to vomit, hearing thedead silence that met his statement, neither of them seemed to be breathing,and all Bruce could do was hope his heart would stop feeling like it had justbeen transformed into a 100 pound hunk of metal.

“… You look me and Diana in the eye… and say that again.”

Clark’svoice was cold, but it carried a slight shiver to it, and Bruce immediatelyknew he had to be shaking. Clark shook when he was stressed. He hadn’t known it was something superman didfor ages. It was something you would never notice unless you wereholding him while it was happening. It was a jitter so fast and so slight, not unlike the fast beat of a mouse’s heart, itwas genuinely frightening the first time Bruce had felt Clark’s hand trembleunder his.

“I don’t need to…”

“No. Kal’s right. If that’s how you really feel, what you reallywant… turn around, face us, no mask, and tell us you want to break it off, tellus you’d rather end everything than be with the people who love you.” Dianasaid firmly, words each hitting him in the back like a ton of bricks.

Bruce took a deep resolute breath despite every inch of his body fighting againstitself, he felt like he was being eaten alive from the inside out. Despite thathe slowly turned on his heel, and pulled of the cowl of thebat, and finally looked them both in the eye, opening his mouth, ready to shoothimself in the foot and put the final nail in the coffin.Then he saw them, really saw them. He saw Clark looking athim, last drops of fury clear but beginning to grow watery with tears that hadyet to fall with fear that he wasn’t going to have the man in his life anymore. He saw Diana’s intense firey gaze piercing through him,challenging him on if he was really willing to tell such a massive lie to agoddess of truth.

His words died before even reaching his tongue and absolutely nothing left his mouth, and heclosed it in shame. His fists unclenched slowly as he stared back at them, hisown icy gaze unable to challenge them, not when it held no real intention ofwanting to push them away.

“You don’t mean it, do you?” Diana asked, fire in her eyessimmering down as her voice took on a softer tone.

“…No.” Bruce finally answered truthfully.

He was a fool to think he could lie to them, truly look them in the eye and say that he didn’t want them. He couldn’t do that, not anymore.

Suddenly he was being compressed in Clark’s arms before he couldeven think about saying another word, unable to do anything to protest a softkiss being pressed against his forehead.

“I’m sorry I scared you. But.. you scared me too.” He whispered.

Damn this man for knowing him too well at this rate.

Diana joined Kal in wrapping her arms around Bruce, pressingherself against his back, her long flowing hair lightly brushing the nape ofhis neck as she softly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I knew it. But pleasedearest, for the sake of Kal’s nerves, we need to work on this together.”

Bruce closed his eyes, previous stubbornness and dedication toshut everyone out again -an old formula to prevent more pain, more suffering,despite it always seeming to backfire - now replaced with regret

.“…I know. I… I just… don’t want anyone to suffer because ofme.” He mumbled in response.

“I’ll try to be more careful, I’ll even let you make a plan for if something like that happens again, that we can agree on and let you train me on it withoutgetting annoyed… okay?” Clark offered.

“…fine.”

They all shared a quiet moment as some of the stress shed off thethree of them as they stayed, locked in each other’s arms, both Clark and Diana holding their bat tight.

“Now Kal… you really need to lie back down.” Diana scolded asthey slowly let go of each other.

“Alright, alright…” Clark agreed, admittedly still fatigued andin need of a little more recovery time.

“But only if you two keep me company.”

Diana squeezed Bruce’s hand encouragingly as he slipped the cowlback on.

“Of course.” Batman finally agreed, deciding to let himself bedrawn in just a little closer after trying to fling himself out.

He needed to stay with them as much as they needed him. To remindhimself… even if it was hard for him… that sometimes experiencing love andletting himself be loved, was more than worth the risk of loosing it.

#memorydragon #swb #superwonderbat #dc trinity #prompt fill #dc fanfic #my writing #bruce wayne #clark kent #diana prince #I HOPE THIS WAS OK MEM #I WAS SLEEPY WHILE WRITING IT BUT I REALLY WANTED TO HAvE A SHOT AT IT

[valen-but-not-tine]

rwby & hwbf5

RWBY

Favorite character: Yang Xiao Long, no hesitation. 

Second favorite character: Ruby Rose. this was a little harder to choose but I feel like Ruby is the best embodiment of why RWBY means so much to me, which is best summed up with a line she had back in v1 her conversation with blake in shining beacon pt 2 really struck a chord with me blake: the world isn’t the same as a fairy tale Ruby: well that’s why we’re here, to make it better

Least favorite character: this is actually hard to answer just bc the first answers that come to mind I am now at a point where I’m able to step back and say the writers have improved drastically, and if they were to rewrite v1 now, every issue I have with them would probably be a non issue (Jaune Arc and Sun Wukong). like I feel like my big issues with them were in how they were written not in what they were, which arguably how they were written is how they are, but before rwby they were known for a show where they dub over halo for the animation and let’s plays, they’re not the monopoly that is Disney, and because they have improved in writing and this show means so much to me, I’m willing to give them some leniency. 

now that I’ve given a large paragraph on why it’s not those 2 I’m gonna say Taiyang Xiao Long, I project on to Yang a lot, and he reminds me of my dad a lot, so a lot of my issues with my dad get thrown onto those 2.

The character I’m most like: Did I mention the reason Yang is so unshakable as my fav is that I relate/project onto her a huge amount?

Favorite pairing: Bumbleby; Yang and Blake. I’m very picky about romance stuff, but this pairing means a lot to me. it’s the first queer rep I’ve found that I didn’t go looking for/know about going in, it found me. I’ve been following rwby since it was just the trailers, while I haven’t always been active in the fndm I’ve been here long enough I remember the first discourse where some people had their expectations shattered when it turned out to be a school anime (for the first few volumes at least). That would have been 9th grade for me, and the slow realization that hey this is happening hit me like a train over and over again bc I just couldn’t really believe it at first. 

Least favorite pairing: there’s a lot I could say here, there are so many ships in rwby, most of them mediocre, some of them straight up bad (abusive, tauradonna, whatever the shipname for cinder/emerald is). but I’m gonna go straight for an unpopular opinion, Renora is the epitome of a comp het, they remind me of my first boyfriend before I realized I was somewhere on the aro spectrum. as of right now the only time I actually like it is when it’s poly with Jaune (and Pyrrha). It wouldn’t bother me that much but it’s so prevalent. Like maybe I should be grateful they’re not giving us any of the other painfully straight ships, white knight, blacksun, Ruby/Jaune, but even those aren’t as bad (to me personally and my tastes) bc they don’t look like they’re going to be canon, so it’s just ship and let ship, but renora as of right now just reminds me too much of we’ve been best friends forever and “he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious.”

like if anyone reading ships it all the power to you, as long as you’re not shitting on other ships or seriously shipping something abusive I don’t care that much, I’m just very picky with romance and renora hits a lot of boxes that tic me off

Favorite moment: The talk with Yang and Raven in the Vault under Haven. Listen I chose my name, so my name’s meaning has a lot of meaning to me, The root Val, it’s the same root as valor, means strength (also worth but that’s secondary, or at least secondary in my choosing Valen) hearing Yang tell her mother she doesn’t know the first thing about strength. “yeah I’m scared. but I’m still standing here.” it means a lot to me.

Rating out of 10: 100 

I’ve been here since the beginning to watch RWBY grow and improve, it’s shown itself to have staying power in my heart, and from v1 it’s “thematic goal” is one I try to live by (shown in Ruby and Blake’s talk in v1e3 shining beacon pt 2) and the world building really sticks with me, love me fantasy super powers and magic.

Hot Wheels: Battle Force 5

Favorite character: Tezz Volitov. he’s weird to describe bc normally his character archtype annoys me, but it’s different with him. he’s an arrogant asshole but he’s my arrogant asshole.

Second favorite character: Agura Ibaden

Least favorite character: Grimmian. he just annoys me. he’s nothing without Krytus backing him up, and while we don’t know what he was doing before he tried (and failed bc he’s not good at fighting, driving, or scheming without krytus) to take over the Vandals, but he should’ve stayed there. Grimmian is a pawn with nothing that holds my interest. Kalus kept Grimmian around bc Grimmian was necessary for the plot(not really tho they could’ve given us the vandals falling apart and turning against themselves with one of the characters we already had who had expressed interest in taking lead). Oh my god he’s Starscream if Starscream were incompetent. except starscream doesn’t need a patron that hates and plans to dispose of him when he’s no longer useful in order to try to take power. he’s never successful but at least he tries on his own. As far as we know Grimmian had no ambition without Krytus manipulating him.

The character I’m most like: This is harder to answer than for rwby, but then again rwby has the character I relate/project onto the most out of any thing. Probably Agura or Tezz, there’s a reason those 2 are my favorites after all.

Favorite pairing: I know my rwby opinions didn’t show this but I’m not much of a shipper, one of the things I like about this show is there isn’t much unnecessary romance. If I had to say I guess Sherman and Tezz. Pair the brains together.

Least favorite pairing: Agura and Stanford. it’s the stereotypical guy and girl fighting so that means they’re in love. like the show doesn’t make that a thing, but I know if hwbf5 were more popular the fanbase would’ve. oh and Zoom and Vert (well zoom and anybody) “there’s no canon ages!” yeah sure but I can still watch the group interactions and how they treat each other and be uncomfy about it if I wanna.

Favorite moment: every time Tezz is on screen. Tezz’s introduction “I am the rebel army” all of the lord of the kharamanos episode. actually now that I’m thinking about it that episode is probably what sets tezz apart from his normal archetype for me.

Rating out of 10: this is my comfort show of all comfort shows, I have no joke, it exceeds any rating system. Oh I’m having a bad time and terribly anxiety ridden? no I’m not cause it’s hot wheels time.

That’s a lot of words I hope that’s what you wanted!! thanks for the ask!!

#long post #hwbf5 #rwby #thanks Ave ily

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Cognitive Fidelity

A/N: Hey, it’s your girl, back at it with another Connor fic. It’s loosely based on Westworld when they make the droids go through interrogation and tests for accuracy. Honest to God, I hope that it’s not too confusing for you guys; if it is lmk asap.

 For those nerds out there that are like me and enjoy listening to instrumental music to get the full 200% experience, here is the very song I based all of this off of: This World

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Title: Cognitive Fidelity

Author: royalbluehues

Warnings: Nudity

Pairings: Connor x Reader

Disclaimer: This is set pre-everything. This Connor is a prototype to the ‘real’ prototype. The time this takes pace is a year before Kamski leaves CyberLife in 2028. Connor is just an idea, because figuring out and engineering something is a constant cycle of fixing and implementing.

You are born.

“Can you hear me?”

Your eyelashes bat softly against your cheeks, the movement similar to how a butterfly would expand its wings after having landed.

Your lips move a fraction, the movement stiff and unnatural; your eyes open fully now, and above you are blinding lights that are shaped octagonally. They are shining down on you, and you tilt your head to the left, aware of the feeling of hair touching your shoulder.

Everything was so white and pristine- and when your eyes shifted away from the lights, you could see small molecules of aerosols of dust reflecting from the light around you.

“I’ve had her stored away for a while now,” the same voice says, a fondness ringing out in the last rise of each word.  

The eyebrows furrow, and you turn your head to the left, where the voice is coming from. It’s male and it sounds slightly nasally and rough. There, sitting at desk is a man, typing furiously on a laser keyboard. His glasses are perched on his nose, and part of his hair is pulled into a bun in the back.

Next to him is another male. Although, oddly enough, you knew he wasn’t like the other man with the glasses.

He was standing, and his eyes were observing you with curiosity, brown eyes staring into yours. He, too, tilts his head just slightly.

You blink.

Once, twice. The corners of your mouth move up in a friendly smile, “Hello.”

Your voice is light, and it’s wonderful to hear on ears- it’s light and amiable.

The man with the glasses looks up from his typing, gray eyes planting on you. The man pushes his chair back, and he uses his feet to shuffle towards you. You watch him with curiosity as he comes face to face with you.

The man behind him is still silent and is still watching you.

You push off on the table you are lying upon, and a message pops up in your vision. “Aluminum alloy,” you say automatically, your eyes flickering down to the table. It’s a metallic gray, and you register it to be sixty five degrees fahrenheit, or as the metric system calls for, eighteen degrees celsius.

“Very good,” The man praises, all the while smiling, “Do you know where you are, honey?”

You tilt your head again in the other direction. Your eyes flicker about you, transparent floor to ceiling walls with a stark white back wall. You were in a 10ft x 6in room, with a 25 foot depth. Where the man had been sitting, monstrous electronics sat- like the room, they were sleek and a pure white. A logo ran along the backs of the monitors, and it reads CyberLife.

You could hear so many things: the whirring of machines just seven feet away, the beeping of a motor, the humming from the lights above, across the way somewhere, the lever of a coffee machine being pushed down on, and- the most fascinating thing, you decided- was the slow and rhythmic breathing of the man in front of you.

“I am in a laboratory at CyberLife Tower.” You say calmly, as you train eyes with the gray-eyed man. Your hands fold on your lap, “Who are you?��

A simple question.

“I’m Elijah Kamski.”

“Elijah,” you repeated slowly. Such an odd name, you think, and within less than a second, you begin to spew out information. “Elijah was a prophet. He is mentioned in the Book of Kings. He lived in a northern kingdom of Israel,” you say instinctively, watching as gray eyes look on in approval, “and he was said to have lived circa 9th century BC.”

“Very good,” Elijah repeated, gray eyes urging you to continue. So you did.

“You were born on the 27 of July in 2002, and graduated school early with an IQ of 171. You attended the University of Colbridge under the mentorship of Professor Amanda Stern. You founded CyberLife when you were just sixteen.” Your lips move as a rapid pace as you speak, “You are currently twenty seven years of age.”

Elijah nodded, his hand raising to let it hover under his nose as he leaned back into his chair.

“Who am I?” You ask suddenly, and you hear the man who is still standing shift in his stance.

Elijah says a name- your name.

You blink again, and then you repeat it. It tastes wonderful on your lips- and you enjoy the way your mouth moves when you push out each syllable. It gives you an odd satisfaction, almost making you feel honored to have something that personally belonged to you.

You pull up a search engine as you say it again, results telling you the origin of your name: mentions, other females that have the same name, social media posts containing it, the Latin and Greek root, the pronunciation, and variations if it.

You dart your eyes to the brown haired man that was watching you with interest. “You are Connor.”

He didn’t reply, but you noticed that on the side of his head was an indentation of a circle, and it contained a light. It was turning, once, three times. “You are an android.”

He wore black suit bottoms and a button down shirt; on the left side, right where his heart would be had he been human, a blue, glowing triangle was stitched expertly. The same illuminated color fell just above his right elbow in a band of some sort.

Something deep in your mind was itching at you, “Have we met before?”

His LED light turned once more, flicking to a red color before it changed to blue. Then, he spoke. “No, we haven’t.”

His voice was smooth and clear, almost honey-like, but with an edge. “We haven’t?” Your voice drips into disappointment, but he doesn’t say anymore- his body manner speaking volumes of his hesitance. He seems too familiar.

You were unaware of the fact that you were bare; not a single stitch of clothing covering your modesty. Though, many would argue and say that you did not have modesty; for you were a machine, and machines do not feel anything- shame, least of all.

You turn towards Elijah and quietly wait until he asks you a question. He had been watching the small interaction, completely immersed and making mental notes of how well your communication had evolved- as if you had a mind of your own.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she Connor?” Elijah complimented, rubbing small circles into his right cheek with his thumb.

“She’s very pretty,” Connor confirms, voice sincere.

You look at the android looming in the room, his presence bringing you an odd comfort, “Thank you,” you reply indifferently, the compliment not affecting you in any way. You blink a few times, and your brows furrow for a second time in the duration of your conversation.

Elijah is still watching you intently, his steely gray eyes following you small movements on your artificially constructed face. “Do you have a question?”

“Yes,” you answer truthfully quick.  Elijah nods, motioning you to speak. “You mentioned that you had me stored away for some time. What do you mean by that?”

Elijah was expecting this, and he gave you a small smile. “You were my first creation,” He shifts in his chair crossing his legs, the expensive fabric of his pants rustling as he did so, “my golden child of sorts.”

Your mouth opens to form a little ‘o’, “Am I an android as well? Like Connor?” You looked at Connor when you said this, the familiarity of him not having been shaken.

Elijah nods, “You are.”

You suddenly need to know more, questions popping in your mind second after second. “When was I created?”

“Shortly after I moved to Detroit. So sometime around 2019,” he explained, “but all you ever been has been a prototype to what inventions followed after you.”

“Oh.” You frown, “But why did you put me away?”

“You were originally made for a domestic lifestyle. A sort of 1950s housewife. You were a shock to the world- after all, you were the first AI bot that moved and spoke fluidly, like your human counterpart,” Elijah then sighs, “but you still had many technicalities embedded in you. By this time we were already working on other projects, other androids that were better.”

Your face falls and eyes narrow as he tells you this.

Elijah moistens his cracked lips with his tongue, “Don’t take it so personal, sweetheart. Things evolve. You were a sensation- the reason why CyberLife is here today. You have had a wonderful purpose in this world.”

This world. You smile once more, “Yes, I suppose you are right. Everybody has a wonderful purpose in this world.”

Elijah cocks his head to the side, never taking his eyes off you, “Come here, Connor.” The male android saunters forward immediately after the demand falls from Elijah’s lips. “This is all so interesting- I can’t believe I never thought of doing this before,” Elijah tells no one in particular.

“Of what?” Connor asks in a tone of suspicion, forcing you to wonder if Connor’s questions were multiplying in a rapid rate as yours were.

Elijah’s hand moves back and forth between the two of you, “You see,” he begins, standing from his chair as he walks to the monitors to retrieve a tablet, “Connor here is a prototype to a prototype we’re currently on,” he directs this comment to you now.

“Like how I am?” You inquire, feeling the cool air conditioning on your skin.

Elijah smirks down at his device, “Something like that.” As he scrolls on, you and Connor are practically having a robotic stare down, neither of you blinking or moving- the scene would have been easily unsettling had others besides the three of you been in the room.

“As I was saying, I was experimenting around with Connor’s initial program, and I wanted him to have a main drive, a sort of focal point. A ‘cornerstone’, if you will.”

Connor pertained handsome features, and you gazed upon him with wonder. He was tall and slim, his skin tone a blend of ivory with a rosy undertone, a strong jaw with a straight nose, rounded eyebrows with observant brown eyes. He had tawny freckles that littered around his face, some dark while others were faded. His rich brown hair is parted to the left side, and you couldn’t help but feel adoration for the small piece of hair that hangs loose on his forehead.

I know you, you thought quietly.

Elijah continued- “Other models have basic functions- theirs mainly pertaining to their work and civil duties… mundane drives. But I never once thought to insert a drive with an emotional setting.” He sets his tablet down on his lap, “The familiarity you are both feeling isn’t something you should be afraid of.”

You want to reach out and touch Connor, the urge to feel his skin on yours becoming slightly overwhelming.

cor·ner·stone

/ˈkôrnərˌstōn/

noun

1. an important quality or feature on which a particular thing depends or is based.

"a national minimum wage remained the cornerstone of policy"

Synonyms-

foundation, basis, keystone, mainspring, mainstay, linchpin, bedrock, base, backbone, key, centerpiece, core, heart, center, crux

"trust is a cornerstone of human relations"

“Is Connor my cornerstone?” You ask the question and your tone is laced with awe, so you reach out to indulge yourself. You raise your bare arm, and it’s the first time you see your skin tone, so different compared to his, the undertones altered. Your hand comes to lay on the left side of his chest, and beneath your fingertips, you could feel the rapid pump of his regulator.

Connor is frozen while watching you, his indicator displaying blood red, while yours is a burning yellow. He could feel the sensation of your hand against his chest, the small pressure. Everything about you was so small compared to him; he was sharp and jagged, while you were soft and delicate.

“Yes and no.” Elijah replies to you, and Connor could hear the grin on him. Connor’s eyes traveled to your loose hair, how it was parted perfectly down the middle and how it curled sightly at the ends. Your skin was free of any blemishes, not a single mark on you, as if you were  brand new.

“Like I said before, you were my first. I never thought of programming you with sentimental values. And to clarify some things, I never put you away for a long period of time. I take you out periodically and reprogram you- see if I can alter what is already set into you. And I have.” You turn your head a small degree in wonder, ears listening to the man beside you as your eyes burn into the brown ones in front of you. “But to answer your question, yes, Connor is your cornerstone, just as you are Connor’s. He just wasn’t yours in the beginning.”

Elijah is watching the gears turn in Connor head, the tablet revealing lines of code and the thought process in him.

“When we finally constructed you, Connor, I was hit with a sort of… nostalgia, for lack of a better word. You are CyberLife’s newest idea, and it made me remember who started it all in the beginning. I made sure to slip this small code in when no one was looking- make you feel something, other than your fucking love to your work, something that drives you other than your missions.”

Elijah then walks out the room, his presence leaving not striking any warning messages. You don’t even care, because you are too focused of the male standing in front of you.

Your eyes look down at his hands, and with your free hand, you reach down to take his in yours. You raise it so that his hand cups your cheek, and you appreciate the feel of his cold skin against your cold skin. You practically nuzzle into his hand, so much so that you turn your head to give the heel of his palm a small kiss.

His LED light is still red, and his lips are pressed into a tight line, so many emotions flashing into his eyes: confusion, fondness, anger, denial.

You smile lovely at him, “You are meant to have a wonderful purpose in this world, Connor.”

Connor cannot speak. He can only think, think and deny what you are, you are an android constructed to look and speak like a female. You are an android, made with the same parts like him. Nothing more, nothing less.

But why did he feel a stir of something foreign resonate deep within him?

He only had one primary directive and that was to be successful in whatever mission is presented to him.

But you have no mission at the moment, a voice tell him, and he pushes it away.

Elijah returns, and the glass door he pushes on to enter hisses as it slowly returns back to its place as it shuts behind him. He moves to stand next to you, and in his hand is a gun. He offers the black handle to Connor.

Connor’s eyes look up at Kamski in question, but doesn’t vocalize it. He tears his hand away from your cheek, and takes the weapon into his hand. He steps back from you, the small pressure on his chest escaping as he does so, and he can finally breathe.

Being around you, he decided, was suffocating. The heavy object in his hand is comfortable, much more to his preference. “Today, we will be testing your cognitive fidelity, Connor.”

Connor looks at you. You are watching him with an emotion no one has ever looked at him with. The moment he had been awoken from his eternal slumber, he found men and woman in lab coats to be taking down notes with disinterest in their eyes, marking off boxes on their clipboards as they had him perform mediocre tasks.

You are looking at him with affection, love pouring out of your eyes as a smile graces your lips. The image before him reminds him of a painting, and the very painting pops into his vision.

The Birth of Venus, the title reads.

There, Venus is unclothed, her arms laying delicately over her breasts and genitals. She was born, and Connor couldn’t help but compare you to her, because in some twisted and cruel way, you were just born too.

“I want to test and see if the code has worked at all; make you something other than the obedient machine that you are, Connor. Make infatuation happen between the oldest and the newest androids.” Kamski scoffs at his own words, “Poetic, if I say so myself.”

Elijah settles into his chair once more, but his time, he rolls back, placing space between the two of you and himself. “Shoot her, Connor.”

Connor is blinking, and he can easily pull the trigger if he applies just the slightest pressure. But he can’t.

Not while you are gazing upon him like if he were some god.

When the words pass Elijah’s lips, your smile falters, and now a warning blares in front of your vision as you watch Connor step back and aim towards you, the inside of the barrel of the gun greeting you.

You are scared, and a bitter taste stretches into your mouth at the thought.

But then, when you meet Connor’s eyes once again, and you lose all sense of worry. You just feel him. And he is your home.

You ignore the weapon that he is pointing at you, and your faltered smile is brought back to life once more.

You love him.

You love him, and you don’t care if it was some sort of code that was imbedded in you for a guinea pig experiment. All you care for is Connor.

And while the weight of Elijah’s order hangs heavy in the room, while Connor’s LED is flashing a rapid yellow and red, you open your mouth to speak. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Connor is staring straight at you, watching as you move to stand. Your body was perfectly crafted, moving whimsically as you beelined straight to him- pushing the outstretched hand away. Your face is calm and hopeful. “We have a purpose in this world, and I think that is beautiful. Completely different purposes- and yet, we are anchored to one another. It’s in your backstory like its in mine,” your face leans into his, and Connor’s lips twitch upward in recoil.

You ignore this though, because if you could feel this much love for him, you knew that he must feel the same towards you. You press your chest up to his, ignoring the looming presence in the corner.

Connor is stiff and unresponsive, but the allure of your lips call to him, and he slowly, slowly leans into you and presses his thin lips to yours.

If he were human, he would have sighed into your mouth. He feels the way your nose softly bumps into his, and he closes his eyes. He leans into your touch, the hand that hold the gun falls lax and he moves it to rest on your bare hip.

He could feel gray eyes on him, and that was when he stiffened once more. Shoot her.

You feel as he once again stiffens, but you ignore it. You move your lips on his despite his being unresponsive unlike the way they were mere seconds ago. You allow each faux human emotion within you to pour out on your lips.

You are unaware of the feeling of cold metal angling on your side, completely engrossed with the feeling of sensation.

Elijah looks down at his tablet, and is disappointed when the sound of the gun goes off. He sighs as he takes off his glasses, folding them and placing them into his breast pocket.

He looks up to find Connor enveloping you as you are limp in his arms. You are crying, and blue blood ribbons down your bare thighs.

Connor’s face is stony, but he still raises a hand to stroke the side of your face. His jaw is clenched tightly.

You feel fingers lightly touching your cheek, “This world is beautiful,” you choke out, a bit of blue blood dribbling from the corner of your mouth, “and I am grateful I’ve gotten to meet you.”

You are still looking at him as if he were the light of the world, intimacy Elijah has never seen before. Connor’s face is apathetic, his mouth opening a fraction to say something- anything, and when he does, Elijah just shakes his head in deeper disappointment.

“We are machines,” he tell you, “and we are incapable of feeling.”

You smile sadly, raising a shaky hand up to touch the small wisp of hair that frames his face, “I think I love you,” you whisper, telling him and only him, because it is just you and Connor, and nothing else. “I think I love you,” you repeat to him solemnly, louder this time, “and it terrifies me.”

Lifeless eyes stare up at him. He lets you go, allowing your body to crash with the pristine floor as he steps away from you.

Mission Successful, a message tell him.

He looks to Elijah, and all Elijah sees is a ruthless machine that is stained with blue blood. “I’ll call someone to clean this up.” Gray eyes peer down at your naked and bleeding form, “You frighten me at times, Connor.”

“You do not need to fear me, Elijah. I am not programmed to hurt anyone without a given motive.” The color of his indicator is a steady blue.

Elijah shakes his head in disagreement, toeing the side of your body, his voice venomous. “You are everything that is wrong with this fucking company.” He looks up at Connor, “Pull up your analysis and delete this meeting in your log.”

Connor stares off into space, and after two whole minutes, he blinks. Brown eyes meet gray eyes, “Hello, Mr. Kamski.”

Elijah nods, breathing in deeply as if this has happened many times before. “What happened in the last half hour, Connor?”

Connor’s LED light flashes yellow and then black to blue, “I’m afraid I do not know.”

“Are you lying to me?” Elijah questions, a dark brow rising.

Connor blinks and responds automatically, “No. I am programmed to answer truthfully.” Your eyes are still planted on him, glassy and lifeless, but Connor does not look down at you whatsoever, completely ignoring you, in fact.

“Return to your part of the building. I’ll have someone send you over when I’ve constructed her again. We’ll have another go Friday.”

Elijah turns to draw one single line on a paper, and it is littered with tally marks- a total of six altogether.

Connor obeys and leaves the room, thinking nothing of the odd statement. But distant words echo in his mind as he does so, and they are not his.

They are female, light and amiable.

This world

It is a resounding chant that does not leave his head, and Connor did two self diagnostics to see where it was coming from, but he doesn’t find anything.

He enters an empty and dark laboratory, walking up a raised pedestal and sits on the metallic chair that faces the glass doors.

</”SHUTDOWN.exe”?>

He slowly feels his bio-components whirring off, and he could feel the slowing down of his thirium pump heart regulator.

This world, the female voice tells him as if she were whispering it into his ear as he nears the end, is beautiful.

Phantom lips press on his as his eyelids close and dark surrounds him.

He is dead.

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Beautiful, Cats, and Children: NYX Breathtaking affectionate, friendly playful& SWeet. A perfect, proven family pet a gem! Id 66638, 2 Yrs. 56 lbs., Spayed & Waiting for YOU, at the Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED – 6/27/2019 She’s simply breathtaking say the volunteers, and if you watch her beautiful video with her volunteer friend, Evelyne Cumps (below), you will see why she is so loved. She is such a good, sweet girl who has found herself at the shelter when her parent became homeless. She has only known the love of a family, and it’s understandable that this delicate girl is somewhat overwhelmed by these sudden, scary changes in her circumstance. NYX loves being with people, and she desperately needs company and comfort, as she negotiates the shelter environment. She is getting that in abundance. When with a family she is friendly and outgoing with people, she loves to give hugs and kisses, and she loves to play. 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Nyx becomes nervous around new people and will need a slow approach. Nyx would be best suited for placement with a new hope partner that can provide the necessary behavior modification. Medically, Nyx seems healthy. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 6/20/2019: Upon intake, Nyx had a loose body and jumped onto me to try and lick me. Nyx remained loose body and she was leashed but then pulled hard to start walking. Nyx began to hard bark at a person who was standing outside the lobby. Nyx pulled hard on the leash as she was walked to the back and walked into her kennel with no problem. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Nyx is approximately a 2 year old spayed black large mixed breed dog. Nyx lived with previous owner for 2 years. Nyx was surrendered because his owner could no longer care for her. She lived with 2 adults. Nyx is friendly and energetic with strangers. When strangers come to visit, Nyx will jump on them and lick them. Nyx has never interacted with children. Nyx has previously interacted with 12 year old male small mixed breed dog. Nyx is described as being friendly and playful. Nyx has never interacted with cats. However, the client stated that Nyx will chase after cats she sees outside. Nyx is not bothered when her food or bowl is touched while she is eating. Nyx is not bothered when a toy or treat is taken away. Nyx has never bitten another animal or human. She is housetrained and has a very high energy level. Other Notes: Nyx is not bothered by loud noises or fireworks. Nyx does not like when someone makes the noise "shhh." The client stated that Nyx will bark and run towards the person and knock them down. Nyx is not bothered when being bathed. Nyx is not bothered when her coat is brushed. Nyx is not bothered when her nails are trimmed. Nyx will approach strangers and sniff them when she is approaches inside of her yard. Nyx has never had a medical issue and has no known medical concerns. 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MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial:: 6/21/2019 Summary:: tense, flinches during exam, panting ENERGY LEVEL:: Nyx is described as having a very high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: 6/23 During one-one interaction with handler in play yard, Nyx appeared anxious overall. When a second handler attempted to enter the pen, Nyx escalated to hard barking and growling so the second staff member moved away. Nyx was unable to readily recover and then began hard barking at original handler in pen; she appeared to settle within a few moments. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),No cats, Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to the high level of anxiety and fear Nyx displays at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the reactivity Nyx has displayed towards certain people at the care center, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Anxiety,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration,Other Potential challenges comments:: Fearfull/potential for defensive aggression: Nyx is fearful at the care center, at first avoiding contact with new people and taking some time to warm up to them. She has also been reactive to some people that she encounters. Please see handout on l/potential for defensive aggression. Anxiety: Nyx is very anxious at the care center, panting and pacing. Please see handout on Anxiety. Other: Nyx is reported to bark at and run towards a person who says "ssh", knocking them down to the ground. We do not know the cause of this behavior or what else it may be related to. Adopters should be aware of this information and avoid making this noise at first. A positive reinforcement, force-free trainer should be worked with to help with this behavior. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Nyx has displayed reactivity to some people at the care center, lunging forward and hard barking. Please see handout on On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. MEDICAL NOTES 6/21/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 2 yrs based on O hx. consistent with exam Microchip noted on Intake? scanned positive. History : O surrender due to housing issues Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, tense, flinching throughout exam. P is panting and pacing in intake room Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dc 1/5; pd 1/5 PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: spayed female. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment dental disease Prognosis: excellent Plan: behavioral assessment SURGERY: spayed *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** NYX IS RESCUE ONLY. You must fill out applications with New Hope Rescues to foster or adopt her. She cannot be reserved online at the ACC ARL, nor can she be direct adopted at the shelter. PLEASE HURRY AND MESSAGE OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE! HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number [phone] Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 *** NEW NYC ACC RATING SYSTEM *** Level 1 Dogs with Level 1 determinations are suitable for the majority of homes. These dogs are not displaying concerning behaviors in shelter, and the owner surrender profile (where available) is positive. Level 2 Dogs with Level 2 determinations will be suitable for adopters with some previous dog experience. They will have displayed behavior in the shelter (or have owner reported behavior) that requires some training, or is simply not suitable for an adopter with minimal experience. Level 3 Dogs with Level 3 determinations will need to go to homes with experienced adopters, and the ACC strongly suggest that the adopter have prior experience with the challenges described and/or an understanding of the challenge and how to manage it safely in a home environment.

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[nerdlife0612writes]

‘Animals’ Part 5

The Songfic Universe ‘Animals’ By Maroon 5, Part 5 Pairing: The Shield x OC (Amber Miller) Rating: NC17 to R Word Count for actual story: Unknown thanks to some edits

 (GOOD GOD THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMMMMUUUUUUTTTT – unprotected sex. If you ain’t on BC or trust your partner, wrap it before you tap it kiddies.

SEE ‘ANIMALS’ INTRODUCTION FOR DISCLAIMERS!

LAST WARNING ~~~> THIS PART IS AT LEAST THE START OF THE SMUT. UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE? TURN THE FUCK BACK NOW.

TAG SQUAD - MOUNT UP!

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LAST TIME ON ‘ANIMALS’: “Fucking brat!” Amber spat after her and being rewarded with Raelynn’s insane little cackle from a distance. Amber stood on shaky legs. “Can we at least leave like a normal group of people?” She stared at the three across from her, who all shared a look – once again, silent communication bouncing between the three.

Dean threw her a predatory look, “Until the parking lot.”

************** Amber threw Dean a side-eyed worried glance as she rose shakily from the table only to be immediately flanked on almost all sides by three Alpha males whose trains of thought were starting to sync on one and only one path.

Amber rolled her eyes, groaning, “Be a bit more obvious, b---...” Suddenly, a sharp swat on her ass from directly behind her silenced her as she bit her lip.

Dean stepped close enough she could feel his warmth at her back as they made their way through the fair and towards the gate. He leaned towards her, nipping her ear. “Don’t you think that’s the idea, doll?”

An arm snaked around her waist from her left as Roman leaned his head down towards her. “We’re just letting the world know not to fuck with what is ours, little one.” Amber’s hazel eyes jerked towards Seth, who merely shot her a panty melting smirk as he grabbed her hand.

The rest of the walk managed to happen in almost complete and utter silence, filling her with simultaneous worry and heat at the thought of what was going to happen as soon as they were in the parking lot. Amber couldn’t help but to notice as their journey progressed that the boys would all growl at anyone – man or woman alike – who so much as even cast a sideways glance her way. Internally, she was at war with herself: her anxiety over relationships of any nature battling against the Omega Spell and the threatening Omega Sickness that was trying to overtake her sensibilities.

Amber gulped quietly as they passed through the exit and entered into the parking lot. Dean rushed her from behind, getting his arm around her waist and pushing her towards a black escalade. Flipping her around, he pinned her against the back quarter panel – his lips hot and almost panicked against hers as his arms wound around her in a constrictor-like of embrace. The pair were rewarded with two deep chuckles, finally catching up to them and unlocking the doors.

“Easy, tiger.” Roman clapped Dean on the shoulder, taking up residence in the driver’s seat.

Seth cackled an oh-so-annoying laugh, being rewarded with a glare from Amber. “At least get her in the car, dude. Damn.” Seth hopped in the backseat, dragging Amber in-between him and Dean. “Nowhere to run now, sweetheart.” Seth murmured against her ear gaining a shiver from the Omega tucked safely between the two Alphas. He ran a hand slowly up and down her thigh as he nibbled at her neck while Dean once again claimed her lips in hungry kiss – almost seeking to devour her whole.

Roman shot the trio a dark look in the rearview mirror, “Save some for me, boys.” Roman licked his lips, groaning under his breath as he took a deep breath. “Fuck.” The rest of the drive to the hotel went just the same, silent save for the sounds of lips against lips, lips against exposed skin and low groans.

Suddenly, the escalade came to a screeching halt in the parking garage and a very hot and bothered Roman jumping out, slamming the door while jerking the door closest to Dean open. “My turn.” Amber gasped as Roman jerked her up bridal style, earning her arms around his neck. “They’ve had some contact, babygirl. Hmm being this close to you feels so damn good.” His voice dipped even lower – if that were possible – as they made their way towards the elevator with Dean and Seth stalking right behind them. Roman buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell…”

“Divine.” Seth answered through clenched teeth.

“Mouthwatering.” Dean croaked out, his throat tensing up as it suddenly felt very dry and only one thing was going to give him relief.

Roman chuckled, “What they said.” He more felt rather than saw the blush on her face. “Aww. Don’t get bashful now on us, babygirl. We’ve barely even got started.” His arms tightened around her.  The trio of Alphas with an Omega in tow exited the elevator and made their way swiftly down the hall and into a suite that knocked Amber’s socks off. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a shared living area - she figured out immediately it must have been some kind of penthouse towards the top of the hotel. Soon, she found herself sat on the couch.

“Stay put. We need to have a quick talk about something.” Dean muttered as he all but dragged his companions out to the balcony. Amber went to stand up but Seth pointed a finger at her, ‘tsk’ing at her causing her to immediately to sit back down.  Once all three were on the balcony, Roman closed the door behind them. Amber watched in confusion as the three spoke animatedly. Eventually, the trio shared a nod and Seth made his way back inside as the other two got comfortable. The same smirk from earlier graced his features as he jerked Amber up from the couch and all but dragged her to his room.

“What’s going on?” Amber breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as he closed the door and immediately pushed her up against it, his lips ghosting over hers.

“We decided after the revelation you dropped on his earlier that perhaps one on one, one at a time is the best way to approach this.”

“Oh… uhm… “ Amber tried to come up with the proper words of appreciation but her thoughts were halted immediately as he picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and his arousal becoming suddenly very apparent.

He ducked his face to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark and to cause her legs to shake slightly. His lips ghosted against the shell of her ear. “Be ready, little Omega. You’re in for a hell of a night.” Suddenly, he carried her to the bed, laying her down as gently as he could muster – devouring every inch of available skin he could get to and moaning in appreciation as he ran his tongue over her pulse point. “Little Omega…” Running his hands under her shirt and over ribs, he motioned for her to take it off. “Off. Now.”

“You do it.” Amber panted, watching as he looked up at her, his eyes so dark they were almost black.

Seth shook his head, “Sorry, sweetheart. If I do it – you might not have a shirt to wear tomorrow.” Amber raised a eyebrow at him, pulling her shirt over her head and earning a low whistle of appreciation as he buried his face in the valley of her breasts. “Fuck black looks so good on you. Bra, off.” He popped the band of her bra, earning a yelp from her. Reaching under her, she popped the clasp of the black lace bra and sliding the straps off allowing Seth to toss it across the room without so much as breaking contact with her. His mouth immediately attached itself to one of the hardening buds, eyes on her as she grasped his shoulder with one hand while the other buried itself in his hair.

“Seth…” She whimpered, earning a grind of his hips against hers. He ran a hand down her spine as he attacked the other mound, his free hand going to her jeans – popping a button and sliding her zipper down.  

His hand snaked underneath her black lace thong, a finger grazing her cunt, moaning at how wet she was. “Damn baby.” He moaned as he let go of her nipple with a pop, leaning down to jerk her hiking boots off and jerked her jeans completely off. He didn’t even bother to take her thong off properly as he tore it off her.

“Really?!” She gasped as Seth kissed his way up her legs.

“We’ll buy you a new one.” He groaned. The closer he got to her core the stronger her scent became and the further into the Alpha madness he seemed to dive. “I have to taste you.” With that, his mouth was on her core as Amber’s head flew back against the pillows.

“What about your clothes?” Amber moaned as his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard. “Not fa-fair for me to be the on-on-ly one naked!” He pushed two digits inside of her core, pumping and scissoring them slowly.

Seth looked up at her, licking his lips. “Soon enough, sweetheart. First, gotta take care of you.” She looked him in the eyes as he whispered his next statement, “Gotta make sure you’re good and ready for me, baby.” His lips and tongue went right back to work, moaning as Amber’s hips ground up against his mouth and fingers. “That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like this.” He groaned, feeling her cunt quaking more and more around his fingers, signaling she was getting close. But he didn’t want her to cum – not yet, not until he was buried balls-deep inside of her.  He pulled back, chuckling at Amber’s frustrated groan. “Oh not yet, baby. It’s my turn.” Seth sat back on his heels, arms spread wide, and a smirk on his face that said ‘you know what to do.’  

Amber arched an eyebrow at him, growling, “Okay then.” All but jumping up, Amber jerked his shirt off quickly, kissing her way up his abs, starting just above the beltline of his jeans and ending at his collarbone, as she sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

Seth’s breath came and went shakily, trying to maintain some sense of control as his eyes faded into ice blue – showing that his inner beast was close to the surface. “Damn you’re perfect, baby. I’d expect no less from our mate.” He groaned as she nipped at his neck, her hands working on the button and zipper of his jeans at a maddened pace. Swiftly, he pushed her back onto the bed, dropping his entire bodyweight against her as he kicked his shoes and socks off as she palmed his already painfully hard cock through his boxers, causing him to hiss. Frantically, he disposed of the rest of his clothing as his hands roamed over the entirety of the body beneath him.

“I want to taste you, Seth. I need ---“ Seth bit down on her neck, hard but not enough to break the skin.

“Another time. I need to be inside you, baby.” Seth ground his cock against her core, earning a moan. “Birthcontrol?” He barely had any logic left to his name, his lips finding hers. She nodded into the kiss.

“Depo-shot.” That was all it took for him to guide himself into her cunt and push slowly, inch by inch, inside of her. Amber moaned at the semi-painful but still pleasing way he stretched her despite the care he took earlier. “Fuck.” She whimpered, causing him to stop once his hips were against hers.

“You okay?” Seth’s lips attacked her neck as she nodded quickly. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. Please.” Amber moaned, lifting her hips to get her point across.

“Gladly.” Seth’s rhythm started slow, making sure she was truly okay. Amber’s lips attacked his neck, leaving what would surely be loads of hickeys, moaning. He gave a few harsher strokes, testing her, and after earning an almost guttural groan he suddenly lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to pound his hips into hers at an incredible pace. “Fuck, baby. You really are fucking perfect.” He hissed, bending his head to kiss and suck on her bouncing c-cup breasts. She clawed at his arms, the sounds coming from her almost animalistic in nature.

“Seth. Please don’t stop! Fuck! Ahh!” She all but screamed as he lifted her hips slightly, hitting her g-spot over and over. One of his hands buried itself in her hair and jerked her head back, his mouth at her throat.

“You may be collectively be ours but fuck right now you. are. mine!” His hissed, his thrusts punctuating each and every single word.

Amber writhed and moaned almost incoherently beneath him. “F-f-fuck Seth I’ma – I’ma--- You’re gonna make…” He buried his face into her neck.

“Fuck. Yes. Come for me. Come for Alpha. I need you to cum for me – all over my cock. Fucking do it!” Almost as if by command, Amber’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she cried out his name – dragging him over the cliff with her, his seed spilling deep inside of her, his teeth buried into the nape of her neck, marking and her claiming her as his. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled himself out of her and released her neck, lapping at the wound as if trying to encourage it to stop bleeding and start healing.

“Seth.” She whimpered as he pulled her close, barely able to keep eyes open as she laid her head on his chest, her little body draped over his.

Seth sighed, the madness subsiding into a peaceful bliss. “Sleep now, little Omega. Rest while you can.” His hand ran softly up and down her back, coaxing her into a deep sleep. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face, as she soon was comatose to the rest of the world. Kissing her forehead soon as he was sure she wouldn’t stir, he rose and showered, knowing he was unable to sleep anytime soon.

“She’s asleep. She won’t stir anytime soon. You can move her if you like.” Seth spoke as he ran a towel over his hair as he joined the remaining Alphas on the balcony. Roman grunted, rising from his perch on the ledge of the balcony.

“Awesome. I’ll let her sleep till she wakes up. I’m assuming you…” Roman looked over his shoulder as he made his way inside.

“Marked her?” Seth asked as Roman nodded. “Yeah. Right side of her neck.” Roman merely threw an ‘okay’ sign over his shoulder, slipping into the darkened penthouse. Entering Seth’s room, he couldn’t help the soft smile on his face as he saw her curled up in Seth’s bed. Bending down, he scooped her up, wrapped up in the sheet and made his way for his room.

Amber blinked as she came to reality, the darkness of the room coming into view. Soon, she realized she was no longer in Seth’s room. Sitting up, startled, she spotted a figure sitting in a chair towards the end of the bed. His eyes slowly opened, and she gasped as they slowly turned a pale shade of grey that darkened as he stood. As he rose, the moonlight through the window highlighted his features enough to reveal that it was Roman, clad in nothing but grey sweatpants.

“So, she’s awake.” He crawled up the foot of the bed - slowly, like a wolf stalking his prey - until his larger form was just above hers. His movements combined with his gaze and intoxicating scent renewed the Omega’s fire in her core. 

“How’s my babygirl?” He all but cooed at her.

Amber stretched, inhaling his scent as she did. “A little sore but that’s to be expected. I guess? And somehow…”

Roman lowered his face directly to hers, lips just centimeters from hers. “Not complete?” Amber nodded, confusion evident in her eyes.

“Yeah…” She whispered.

“Well… allow me to help you out there, little Omega.”

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[127am-dreams]

idol!female reader + jaemin on weekly idol

summary: ok so this was heavily inspired by the game on weekly idol with got7 twice gfriend and btob where members had to go up to heechul and do aegyo or whatever and whoever got his heart rate up the highest was the winner!!! link to that video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFMSRbPZ63w 

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first ever writing on tumblr so pls excuse if it’s not too great but i’m trying haha, also i’ll be making different versions of this bulleted scenario for each of the dream members once i get a hang of this okie dokie

warnings: none unless u take cringing from fluff as a warning and like one or two swears i think

mark - renjun - jeno - haechan - jaemin - chenle - jisung

hi hello this is my first ever writing so pls don’t hate me thx

okok so you had basically just freshly debuted with your girl group from sm a few months ago, still a rookie

but you, my special friend

you were given a schedule to help co-host weekly idol for a while with heechul and doniconi!!! amazing amirite

wow a rookie already being asked to co-host a reality show

your fans stan a legend ;)

anyways you were preparing to go on air but for some reason you hadn’t been informed of the group you’d be with that day (i don’t know how these types of shows go just go along w it pls)

so u ask heechul “who’s the group we’ll be with today?”

heechul looked at u dumbfounded and was like “really y/n?? you don’t know who”

and ur like nope omg who is it 

and heechul is like “ur sunbaes and our fellow idols under sm, nct dreAm!!!”

u freeze in ur spot bc oh lord

the amount of love and admiration u have for nct dream is HUGE

like first and foremost they’re yOur age and immensely talented and already so successful? um legends only tf

calling u a fan would be an understatement

not to mention you also l o w k e y have the hots for the one and only na jaemin

u and the dreamies had occasionally interacted around sm but not so much to the point where u guys were super close ya feel??

anyways u try and calm down because u need to compose yourself and you don’t want to expose your insane crush on jaemin over live tv at least not yet

so you and the rest of the hosts go on air and open the show!! giving the usual weekly idol intro

heechul: man idk about you guys but i’m quite excited for our guests today, what can u say y/n-ssi? 

y/n: i’m excited as well! i hope we have a lot of fun today!!

finallY nct dream is introduced and they all give their self-intros

u feel overwhelmed to be in the presence of a group you highly admire, and it doesn’t help that one of the members is your crush :(((

so u kinda sit back while doni coni and heechul talk a bit and play around with the nct boys, with you occasionally dropping in when asked a question or something

u think it’s going pretty smoothly and ur genuinely enjoying yourself right

cue the beginning of your literal heart attack

doni: ah dreamies, i’m sure u all as well as the viewers are familiar with the heart rate game we’ve played before? with ur heechul-hyung?

haechan: yes omg that was hilarious

jeno: do we have to make heechul’s heart race?

heechul: actually no! the one whose heart you’ll make race will be none other than our lovely y/n!!! :D

u freeze for probably the millionth time that day because again yOU WERE NOT AWARE THAT THIS WAS HAPPENING AND U WERE HIGHKEY FREAKING OUT and they would essentially be flirting with u on tv

but u know with your ~trained variety skills~ you put on a bright smile and remain calm

heechul: so for those who don’t know, in this game u will all go one by one to y/n and do aegyo or aNYTHING u want in order to make her heart race!!! she’s hooked up to an ipad that will show her heart rate!! whoever gets her heart to race highest in a minute wins a prize!!!!

u get hooked up to said device and try to keep in mind to remain calm, especially since ur crush is RIGHT THERE

they decide to send nct dream’s born cutie first, chenle!!!

he stands in front of you and already ur heart rate is at like 115 lmaO

he does the gwiyomi song shjkshdskjf and ends with doing bunny aegyo hahahah

the rest of dream all do something different, like mark tries rapping cutely (which lowkey failed), renjun tries slow dancing with u in a silly manner, jeno uses corny pickup lines and his gOrgeous eye smile (as expected), haechan sings the confession song (u know the one yuta also did on weekly idol) and poor baby jisung did his best trying to impress u with his dancing but ended up fidgeting too much bc nervous aw

tbh u couldn’t tell if they were trying to make your heart race or make u laugh but u appreciated either way

with all of them your heart rate had stayed at only about a 115-120 so there wasn’t too much variation, so far cutie chenle was in the lead with 120!! woohoo our bby boi

anyways as if fate was not on your side, jaemin went last and as he stood in front of u with that ethereal smile u thought ur heart would explode right then and there

doni: wHOA WHAt is this??  ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) y/n’s heart is beating so fast!! already at 130 and jaemin hasn’t even done anything!!

the rest of the hosts and other dreamies have a fat laugh as you stood there stiffly in embarrassment 

jaemin, who had an even wider grin on, grabbed both of your hands and asked “are u nervous? do i make u nervous?”

u think to urself “wow his hands are super soft and warm wowowo”

u try and put a front and are all like “pftt no” but the heart rate monitor thing states other wise, ur numbers slowly creeping up

120, 122, 125, 130

doniconi and heechul: yAHAAHAH LOOK AT THIS, jaeminnie hasn’t even done much and he already is in the lead

but jaemin’s minute isnt up and he knows that 

so he retracts his hands and his corny ass puts his hands on his head and make a big heart and says “y/n i really like yooouu, i hope u like me too”

u turn away in embarrassment and try to stand there for the rest of the minute with your arms crossed,that minute seems to be going by agonizingly slow

but then u feel him wrap his arms around u and at this point he is essentially giving u a back hug

he whispers into ur ear “why won’t you give me attention? do u hate me??? :(”

and without thinking u open ur big trap and ur like “you’re way too cute for me to hate”

and everyone in the room is like oHOHOHOHO

anyways the minute ends and jaemin successfully wins after making ur heart rate go to 138!! holy shit that is insane

jaemin finally releases but holds on to your hand a bit longer than expected and finally lets go after being pried off of u (thanks mark)

so fast forward the show ends and ur all closing up and getting ready to go home, you’re gathering your stuff when u feel a tap on ur shoulder, expecting it to be a staff or heechul or something

surprise bitch it’s jaemin with a wide smile and his phone opened to the contacts app 

“can we exchange numbers? i feel like i never see u around sm as much as i’d like, so we should talk more on our free time :]”

ur so flustered and awestruck but you quickly agree and you give him your number

jaemin is about to leave but suddenly he turns around faster than the speed of light and places a quick peck on ur cheek

“by the way, i think you’re too cute as well, although i won a prize from the game, i consider u to be my prize ;)” and he walks away with a wink and a plan to bother you over text later in the day

your uwus: busted

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