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beesbeesbees · 2 years ago

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On coping with failure

A good friend of mine pointed out (rightfully) that I’d been doing a whole lot of talking about the game I want to make, and doing things kinda-sorta adjacent to it like working out details and the visual presentation (I’ll write about that in a later post), but not a whole lot of actually learning the engine. So I decided to really buckle down and give Godot a try.

After all, you can’t make a game with nothing but a design document - you need practical experience. And since I had next to no experience actually using the engine as opposed to watching videos, it was time to build that experience.

So I watched more of GDQuest’s Getting Started With Godot in 2021 playlist, most notably up to the “How to use Godot’s signals” video. I figured that was about all I needed to do some really basic playing around.

On the one hand, I was correct - on the other hand, I wasn’t ready for something like 3 hours of banging my head against a wall trying to get extremely basic things to work. (Given my prior experience with learning coding that was more or less exactly this, you’d think I would know better by now.)

Let’s backtrack a bit. Godot games, as far as I understand them, are largely composed of three things:

Scenes

Nodes

Signals

Nodes are your simplest building blocks. Scenes are a bit of a misnomer, because they’re more like... a container for nodes. If a scene is a toolbox, then nodes are the tools inside.

Despite the name “scene”, they are not related to scenery (I mean, they can be, but not inherently). A scene can be practically anything - so for example, a player character, an enemy, a stat bar, or, yes, your game’s scenery.

A good example is the protagonist of your game. Your Mario or your Link. They are a “scene”, as odd as that sounds. So, this scene might have a sprite node (your character’s appearance), a collision node (the hitbox), an audio node (sound that plays when you jump or get hurt), etc.

Again, it’s basically a box of parts - any components that a player character needs to function. The scene itself is a mere container and a label. Anything in your game that has a few interlocking parts, even if it’s simple? Probably a scene.

So once we��ve made our player character’s scene, what do we do with that? Well, the neat thing about scenes is that once you make a scene, you can drag them into *other* scenes. If you have an overworld scene, you can drag your player character scene in, then some enemy scenes, and an item scene... et cetera. In other words, you design various parts of your game, then put them all together in a bigger scene.

And you can use as many instances of a single scene as you want. Want 4 goombas? Drag the goomba scene in 4 times. And if your Goomba turns out to have a bug in its behavior, fixing the original Goomba scene will automatically fix it for all 4 of those Goombas.

Another neat thing is that scenes can act like nodes. In other words, you can take simple parts, create a slightly more complex object, then put it inside of a bigger object. Maybe you make an Oil Pan scene and an Engine Block scene and you add those together to make an Engine scene. Which then becomes part of your Car scene, which also has four Tire scenes, and a Wheel scene, which in itself is in a Garage scene... et cetera.

There’s no end to this nesting. You can go as simple or as complex as you want with it. It’s all made in the service of making parts of your game easier to design, reuse, and debug.

For example, you could make a base Animal scene for behavior you know you want all animals to have (like walking, eating, drinking water). Then you make a Cow scene with the Animal scene in it, but now you add some features unique to cows. And a Goat scene that does the same with features unique to goats, a Horse scene, etc. You didn’t have to program in those basic features for each animal because you created that “part” and reused it.

But it’s kind of overwhelming. And the terminology, to be frank, kind of sucks. “Scene” is just a really unnecessarily confusing term. I think it’d be much easier if you called nodes “attributes” and scenes “objects” or something, but I’m sure those words are taken by other game engines so it’d get confusing? I don’t know.

It takes a bit of getting used to. And to be honest, it’s part of why I bounced off Godot a few times. But I feel a bit more comfortable with it now.

So! Signals. Signals are how your scenes (and the nodes within) *talk* to each other. In other words, if we were making Super Mario in Godot, and Mario jumps on a goomba, how do we have Mario’s scene talk to the Goomba’s scene?

The Mario scene has a hitbox node. It detects collision, checks if it’s from the bottom (so Mario jumping on something instead of running into it), and sends out a signal. It says, hey whatever I jumped on, you should probably die now? And the Goomba scene receives that and is like, “Yeah man” and deletes itself. It’s also received by the sound node that plays a fun little noise. It’s ALSO received by the score scene, which increases score, and sends a signal to the UI scene, which is supposed to update every time the score changes.

Or maybe you jumped on spikes instead. So the hitbox node would need to check if it was an enemy you jumped on, or spikes. And if it’s spikes, it’d have to send a message to Mario’s health node to make him either lose his mushroom or die, and that would send a message to the sound node, saying “play either this sound or that sound”. Et cetera.

Once you wrap your head around it all, it’s not too bad. But there are problems like... picking the wrong node for something, because you don’t know what to choose. Or something not working and you don’t know why. Or having to redo an entire thing because you were stupid and didn’t set it up right.

Or... maybe you went about it in a really inefficient way just because you didn’t think about it right in the first place, because programming and ANY software development means learning to think about things in the most efficient ways.

These are normal steps. They’re all part of learning. You can’t really sidestep them unless you’re watching tutorials that teach you off the bat the most efficient ways to do things, but even then, you’re going to need to go off script and make your own mistakes if you want to make games beyond Baby’s First Unity Platformer.

And God, it’s normal, but it can be really irritating when it takes you three hours to do something that feels like it should’ve taken - and will, in the future - only 30 minutes.

For a bit of an odd segue...

I’ve been learning Japanese on and off for a while, and though I can’t say I’m any level of “good” at it, I’m often struck by the parallels between natural language and programming languages.

There’s often this impulse, especially if you’re a newbie, to translate a sentence or sentiment 1:1 into the language you’re learning. A few months ago I was looking up how to say “hello from America” in Japanese, as kind of a friendly “hi, sorry my Japanese sucks ass, I’m a dumbass American” sentiment. It’s a common enough sentiment you hear enough times from other overseas folks that I assumed it was fairly universal - greetings from France, and whatnot. I didn’t really think anything of it.

But Google pretty immediately told me that yes, while you can say アメリカからこんにちは (very literally, “hello from America”), it will always sound artificial and translated because it simply is not a phrase that exists in Japanese. It sounds very normal to a native English speaker, and certainly, the meaning would get across, but it comes across as odd.

It’s sort of like if I said to you, “Not like we’re riding on a rabbit’s back”. From context, you’d probably be able to glean that I meant “We’re not in a hurry”, but it would sound very strange, because that is an idiom that only exists in Finnish, not in English. (Sorry to any Finns if ei tässä jäniksen selässä olla isn’t a common phrase or something, I got that off Reddit.)

In other words, it’s not enough to know how to say every individual word in another language. It’s also about learning the right way to do things. You’re not trying to be a dictionary that translates every word 1:1. You’re trying to learn to think in another language, and abandon your preconceived notions.

You aren’t supposed to think of an English sentence and translate it. You’re supposed to think of a sentiment, a concept, one without language, and in your target language, express that in a way that is natural - as you would in your native tongue.

Programming, and developing in an engine, feels a lot like that.

Programming is not just learning what an if/else loop and a function is. It’s learning to properly consider concepts from the very start, so that you can write them out as efficiently as possible. You have to learn how to break down broader ideas and translate them into code, or code-and-nodes-and-scenes-and-signals-or-whatever.

You have to fundamentally change the way you think about problems. You cannot look at it in the way you’re used to. You have to view it entirely through the lens of whatever tool you’re using. And, using that, you have to figure out the best, most efficient solution for the problem.

And then do that like, 200 times.

And, of course, you can’t learn the most efficient ways until you bang your head against the less efficient ways, and learn why those ways suck, and what ways work for you.

So, then, to the crux of this post: It’s honestly humiliating. And overwhelming. And I took a break for like a fucking week. My first real attempt at working with Godot, and it demoralized me so much that I stopped for a week.

(Pictured: This took me hours, and only one of the buttons works.)

I have trouble with stumbling blocks where if I run into a significant impediment, I get very demoralized and stop. It’s derailed projects for me more times than I can count. I think a lot of ADHD people can probably relate. But the problem is - when you get used to only doing things that don’t involve a lot of failure and risk, it really limits your opportunities.

I just wanted to admit that, like, this is fucking hard, I guess. And it’s okay for it to be hard. It’s okay to be struggling to learn something no matter how old you are. But that I’m not going to give up, either. I made this blog for a reason - to stay accountable.

I am tired of leaving behind a string of failures.

I’m going to go back to watching tutorials, and see if I can’t get a little more insight into what the best way to handle certain things is (like lowering and incrementing stats). Then I’ll come back, and I’ll take another crack at it. And we’ll see what I can do.

And I will probably bang my head against the wall for another 3 hours, and accomplish far less than I’d hoped in that amount of time.

But I will have learned something. Hopefully.

#godot engine #gamedev #ppposts #coding #failure

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father."

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do."

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri.

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room.

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?"

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan.

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them.

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!"

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-"

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!"

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason.

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!"

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!"

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job.

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave.

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot.

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen.

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you."

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose.

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn."

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled.

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x black reader #shigaraki cant control his feelings #shigaraki x poc #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha x poc!reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha parenthood #black! reader #mha angst

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mewmewchann · 2 years ago

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Fun facts about DFTH’s early development!

Aka: I found some of my old DFTH notes from when I started it in 2019 and wanted to share some of my findings

Looking at them gave me secondhand psychic damage because. Fuck. In some areas god 18 year old Mew didn’t know what she was doing

Also I figured some people might be curious about DFTH’s development? Maybe? No?...Okay then

Anyway time for a magical mystery ride into DFTH’s past! (this contains spoilers obviously but none for the future obvs)

Talents

I don’t really remember much of here but for a while people had different talents. The ones I remember the most clearly is that Kaoru was originally the Ultimate Geologist, Yuuma was originally the Ultimate Gemologist and Haruto was either the Ultimate TV Personality or Show Host. The reason I changed them was because there was too much overlap between geologist and gemologist (though ngl Yuuma’s current talent lines up a lot with her previous one). Idk why I changed Haruto’s, but I guess disaster theatre kid Mew jumped at the chance to have a theatre kid character.

Character designs

Not a lot really changed character design wise at all. But the reason I put this here was because of a fun fact: I actually came up with most of the character designs for DFTH from using CharaT! Baby Mew was not good at character design (you can see from looking at my old RWBY OCs, oh god oh fuck) so CharaT was a good springboard. (but on the other hand if the character designs for DFTH make no sense that’s why lmao) The only characters that I didn’t use CharaT for were Amai because she already existed kinda (I made a sprite for her randomly to experiment) and Rantaro for obvious reasons.

These obviously aren’t all of them but they’re the best looking ones I could find

Voiceclaims

...Idk why I’m putting this here, I just remembered some old voiceclaims I had for some of the cast and thought they’d be neat to put here

Kaoru - Zach Callison (actually Itsuru’s current voiceclaim now!) Saiko - Jonathan Young (yes, he was always planned to have a deep voice) and before anyone asks why because of this Ayano - Carrie Manolakos (solely because of the Death Note musical) Haruto - for a while it alternated between Anthony Ramos and Todrick Hall, and I’m pretty sure at one point really early on it was Nathan Sharp/NateWantstoBattle (who is now a potential voiceclaim for Hide)

And fun fact, I didn’t actually decide Kokoro’s voiceclaim until I made that video for my DFTH voiceclaims. And ngl I’m still kinda rocky about it. As for why? Because...I actually imagine Kokoro’s voice being my own voice. (it’s actually the same for Hotaru too!) Which is really weird for y’all to imagine since you don’t know what I sound like. Maybe at one point I could record myself reading some Kokoro (and maybe Hotaru) lines to show what I mean? No promises though.

The executions

The only people I can really talk about here are Saiko and Miko.

Rikona’s was the first execution I ever came up with for DFTH. Seriously, the moment I had her talent down (and before I had her down as a killer mind you) my brain just went “the Wizard Chess scene but if Ron actually fucking died”. BOOM EXECUTION DONE NEXT PLEASE As for Ayano, I also had her’s mostly down. My past notes for her execution essentially amounted to “uh impossible math problem blah blah blah wrecking ball-ed by a big fuckoff Newton’s Cradle”. So her’s was pretty easy.

Saiko’s was a fucking ordeal to come up with. (...Jesus christ I didn’t even realise I made that joke) Seriously for a long time I was banging my head against the wall going “how the fuck do I execute a fucking h i s t o r i a n” The only alt executions I remember having are him being sent through different historical torture methods before eventually being decapitated at a guillotine, and at some point I just decided “fuck it, throw him in the bottom half of an hourglass”

Miko’s on the other hand. ...Uh. His was so fucking hard to come up with. I remember at one point a previous one was similar to the leadup to the current one, but he was pitted against an army of Monokumas and, despite actually being able to make a bunch of solid weapons, all of them broke and he was outnumbered easily. The main thing I did want for his execution still stayed though, which was him dying from being impaled multiple times over. So that’s a plus I guess.

The cases

The death order hasn’t really changed much, mainly because I built the characters from the ground up based on the death order. Though I do remember a point where Ahmya was the chapter 4 killer instead of Miko, but that changed into what we have now. (and ngl her unused execution was actually pretty damn sick, but I’ll probably get into those at a later point) The only other non-future-spoiler chapter I remember changing was chapter 3. Originally the motive was something along the lines of “Monokuma infected everyone with a disease that causes them to fall unconscious at certain points and a cure will be put through the air supply when someone dies”. Yeah. You can tell past Mew had no clue what she was doing, huh? Literally the only reason why that was the motive was so I could bullshit Ayano an alibi. Like literally Rantaro and Kokoro would go in and see Amai missing and Ayano unconscious on the floor and be like “oh. Huh. Must be Monokuma’s thing” when she was. Just. Pretending to be asleep I guess And also because of that Ayano actually killed Ahmya on purpose here. Kinda. She still wasn’t part of her plan, but she actually did make the effort to kill her. This was still in the stage where Ayano was gonna pull a Celeste and fucking snap during the trial, so that was disposed of along with that whole thing.

But the other case that changed the most here was...

Chapter 4

This’ll probably be the longest one. ...And it will mostly consist of me yelling at my past self for my bad writing choices sdsdsds

But holy fuck the chapter 4 case changed a lot. The only things that stayed the same were:

Haruto was the victim and Miko was the killer

Jasper would trick Miko into killing Haruto somehow

Miko wouldn’t actually be able to see the death happen

The cause of death was electrocution

I wanted the cause of death to be electrocution because that’s a cause of death that’s rarely ever used in Fangans. Like, the only times I’ve seen it used are in DRA and Dreadnought Despair (check out Dreadnought Despair by the way it’s fucking dope) so past Mew wanted to be unique.

The way past Mew wanted to pull it off though. ...Uh. It made no fucking sense.

So instead of the labs and the extra room being the only stuff on the fourth floor, there was originally gonna be a swimming pool. (why the fuck would anyone put a pool at the top of a building? WHO FUCKING KNOWS I WAS A DUMBASS) And in that swimming pool room there was like...A lifeguard’s office? Is there a word for it? You know how some indoor pools have like a room looking over the pool where the lifeguard would be? That. And the pool had a localised sprinkler system (for some reason) that could be turned on and off from that office.

So to basically tl:dr Miko’s plan here. He arranged to meet Jasper at the pool, and set up his trap by dropping one end of a live wire (connected to a light? In the ceiling???? Do you see why I hate my past writing choices now) into the pool and heading to the lifeguard’s office where the sprinkler switch was, and drew the blinds on the window because he didn’t want to see his victim die. Essentially his plan was to hit the sprinkler switch when he heard the door open, and that would in turn electrocute whoever came in...SOMEHOW??????

Okay I actually have to give my past self this. Having Miko rely solely on audio cues for the murder and have the main clue towards him being the killer being the fact that the killer shut the blinds on the window was pretty smart.

EVERYTHING ELSE WAS FUCKING DUMB JESUS CHRIST WHAT WAS I THINKING GOD FUCKING DAMMIT PAST ME WHY DID I THINK THAT ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT MADE FUCKING SENSE

...Okay rant over. For now.

Misc. stuff

Okay this bit is for stuff that didn’t really fit in the above categories so I put ‘em here

I think at one point the academy was just gonna be the Gifted Inmates Academy again? Or maybe Hope’s Pass? (listed as Rantaro’s previous highschool in V3 because haha Hope’s Peak Academy joke) And I guess past Mew was like “nah I can’t take the name from V3 that’s not creative enough. Hmm...Ooh starlight is a fun word” and just went with that despite how dumb Starlight Academy sounds on reflection lol

Originally, the way Miko’s parents died was gonna be completely different. For a long time it was gonna be that the village they lived in was destroyed in a natural disaster (I think it was a volcano?) and they died, with Yusuke having to take him in as a result. I eventually decided that having his parents actually be murdered instead would explain Miko’s pacifism and aversion to conflict even better than what I originally had.

For a long time, Slade and the execs didn’t even exist. Honestly it’s weird to think of that. At some point I just figured “hey Tsumugi’s writing decisions could cause some friction within TDR, so why not show that?” and thus the bastard business man was born.

Kenshiro didn’t actually exist for a while either. Those flashback scenes with him in chapter 3 and onward originally weren’t meant to happen, and Rantaro’s relationship with him was originally gonna be more of an implication. But then I remembered that “show, don’t tell” exists and figured it’d be a good way to go into Rantaro as a character.

And while we’re on the topic of things not existing, Haruchiko didn’t actually exist for a while either. Literally I just thought “haha they could actually be cute together but that’d never happen...Oh shit”

There was originally gonna be a scene where Kokoro’s whole side-gig as an idol would actually be important and she’d perform a song for the cast to raise their spirits. (aka: past Mew had recently discovered SDRA2 chapter 2)

There was originally gonna be a formal party/ball scene in chapter 4 before Jasper did his heel turn, with formal outfits and everything. Rankari would have a thing there, Haruchiko would have a major thing there, and there would even be a slight hint at Shionnade. (aka: past Mew had recently discovered DRA chapter 4)

Rankari was actually going to happen. No joke, it actually was. But then I thought it’d be more fun to deconstruct the ‘best girl/sidekick/love interest’ trope entirely so now we have what we have now, and honestly I prefer what we have now to having Rankari actually happen.

I don’t think past Mew even had an explanation for Jasper’s skin colour. Like, I saw it was an option on CharaT and the explanation was literally just “purple looks cool so deal with it I guess”. ...I’m glad I came up with an actual explanation for it. Yes it’s kinda nonsensical but it’s better than “purple looks cool so deal with it I guess” sdsdsdsh

And that’s most of what I remember. Why did I do this?...I don’t know, but going into DFTH’s past was fun. And cringeworthy. Very cringeworthy. God fuck just reading my past chapter 4 notes made me want to bleach my eyes

I hope you enjoyed this brief dive into DFTH’s development! If you wanna talk things more my inbox is always open ^v^

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mintwithchoco · 4 years ago

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loonathesmut: Dawn

LOOΠΔ Jinsoul x Male Reader

Word Count: 6306 words

Categories: smut, oral, shower sex, stepsister! jinsoul

note; my first smut! i haven't seen anyone do a jinsoul smut so here! i think i focused too much on the plot but i tried my best to incorporate a lot of smut in here! i feel like it's also pretty cringey so bash me all you want lmao

note(05312021); thanks to an ask from an anon, me and @closedafterdark have done a few edits and even added a shower sex scene to make the story better.

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12 AM was displayed on the clock.

You were still awake, trying to finish an assignment that has been keeping you up the past three days.

It was raining harshly outside, the droplets pelting your window adding on to your laziness. You wanted to wrap yourself under the covers of your blanket and drink a cup of piping hot chocolate. Instead, you were working on a chemical equation when your attention was moved to the knocking sounds on your front door.

You were a bit confused about who was coming to your apartment this late at night. You suddenly thought about your friend. Maybe he forgot something? Or maybe it’s your mom, making a surprise visit at midnight. Though, that one seemed less likely as she was usually asleep by 8 PM.

You quickly rushed towards the door. To your surprise - it was neither your mom nor your friend. It was your stepsister, Jinsol.

You and Jinsol have been step siblings since you both were kids. She’s only a year older than you, which made it easier for you to bond with her. You still remember the days where you and her were playing hide and seek, beating each other in Super Smash Bros and sharing lunch together at school.

You and her were almost like real siblings, some might even say twins because of the similarities. Both of you had the same interest in food, music, etc. Furthermore, you were always together with Jinsol everywhere you went. If people didn’t know that you are both step siblings, chances are that you would’ve been mistaken as a good-looking couple.

But the truth was, you did have a little crush on her. You knew that it was wrong, but her personality is really similar to your ideal type. Caring, adorable, and a little clumsy at times, you obviously couldn’t say no to her. Adding on the obvious fact that she is really pretty from head to toe, it’s no wonder you were always nervous around her.

Now that you two were grown up, you have taken different paths in life. She has become an idol in a group called Girl of the Month, or more commonly referred to as Loona. The group has been doing well these days and of course, you were happy for her. You, on the other hand, continued your studies at a university in Incheon in the biochemistry field. Even though you and Jinsol were not living together anymore, both of you still kept in contact. It was almost a requirement to message each other almost every day and video calling whenever possible.

“Noona? Why are you-” you asked, blinking your eyes at her. She interrupted you from finishing your sentence by holding up two plastic bags with takeaway food inside. You automatically get them from her hands.

“The company gave me a week of vacation. Haven’t seen you in a while so I decided to pay my lovely brother a visit!” Jinsol said enthusiastically.

“But, why now though? It’s dangerous to be out at night, let alone someone as clumsy as you could get harmed.” You said, teasing her as a way to mask your visible concern.

“There’s less people at midnight. Plus, I had a bodyguard on the way here.” Jinsol answered, kicking off her shoes while entering your apartment.

“Oh really? Where is he?” You asked, peeking outside your door and not seeing anyone else with her.

“I told him to go back home. Which means, you have to take me back tomorrow! Ahh, it’s been a while since I’ve been here!” Jinsol answered while walking around the living room, looking at all of the new trinkets and decorations you have accumulated since her last visit.

You sighed deeply as you watched her pace around. Jinsol then plopped down face first onto your couch and gestured at you to sit beside her. You walked towards the couch, placing the bags of food on the table nearby and sat down beside her while holding in your nervousness.

Why were you nervous, you wondered. Is it because it’s been awhile since you’ve seen her in person?

She was wearing a black long sleeved crop top with a black sleeveless top underneath, allowing you to see her toned abdomen. Her black shorts made your heart race faster due to how short they were, showing off her extremely long legs. Her creamy thighs looked delicious and the subtle hint of her buttcheeks were making your loins begin to burn with desire. You were thinking of very impure thoughts but did your best to suppress them.

Jinsol reached for the remote and turned on the television. You opened the bags and began taking out the styrofoam boxes of food out.

“By the way, why are you still up at this time? You were always asleep as early as possible.” Jinsol asked.

“As usual, assignments. I’ve worked on them for days now. Seems like they’re impossible to finish.” You said while opening the boxes. Once they were opened, you instantly smiled as the fragrant aroma of the food traveled into your nostrils.

“Fried chicken? Oh you shouldn’t have!” You quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed some utensils. Jinsol simply smiled at your actions.

“What do you want to drink?” You asked.

“Do you have any Sprite?” Jinsoul said.

“Yeah, I do.” You opened the refrigerator and took out two green cans of the unmistakable beverage.

With utensils on your right hand and the two cans of Sprite on your left, you went back to the couch and gently put them down. Both of you quickly dig into the food while watching a random movie that Jinsol put on.

The both of you talked a lot while eating, the movie serving as a background afterthought. From the funny moments during her fansigns to your experience working part-time at a daycare, your heart was constantly beating. The nervousness could be heard in your voice with each of your responses. You were quiet whenever she spoke and stuttered when answering her questions, often repeating certain words a few times. Every time you stutter, Jinsol would smile. Sometimes she would giggle for no reason and it only increased the furious rate your heart was pumping at.

Halfway through the movie, Jinsol suddenly asks a question that you’ve been avoiding to answer.

“Hey, baby brother?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Jinsol asked casually.

“Uhh no..I’m too busy with assignments and studies. I barely have enough time for sleep these days, much less a girlfriend.” You answered calmly.

“Ehh..really? How about a crush?”

“Not really. I don’t really know any girls at the university. Most of my interactions with them are about assignments or if they could borrow my notes from the previous lecture.” You felt slightly bad for lying to her, since you knew a handful of pretty girls in your university.

“How about you noona, are you interested in anyone?” You directed her question right back at her, mentally preparing yourself to be heartbroken.

“Yeah, I do actually.” All the color in your face was gone as you felt your heart metaphorically being glass and shattering into a million pieces. But you still held out hope that it was just one of her jokes...

“Oh really? Then tell me how attractive this guy is.” You teased.

“Hmm, let’s see. He’s handsome, pretty athletic, smart, kind but what’s important is that..” Jinsol stops and stares at you.

“..he’s like a little brother to me.” Jinsol ended her statement when your faces were mere centimeters and turned her focus to the movie.

You were visibly confused. Why would she emphasize her crush to be a ‘little brother’? You tried to wrap your head around it by watching the movie as well, occasionally stealing glances at her. But her words still lingered in your mind.

It was around 2 AM when the movie finally ended. You looked towards Jinsol and saw her fast asleep. Being the good brother and host you are, you delicately lifted her into your arms to bring her into your room so that she could sleep on your bed. The impure thoughts reared their ugly head into your mind as you did so.

After gently laying her down on your bed, you grabbed some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch. You decided it was too risky to share the bed with Jinsol otherwise.

Just as you were about to close the lights and head to the living room, you felt a hand grab your arm. You looked back to see Jinsol who had a sleepy look plastered on her face pulling you back.

“Where are you going?” Jinsol asked with a quiet and raspy voice. Her exhausted voice sounded so seductive, almost causing you to choke on your own saliva.

“I’m s-sleeping on t-the couch. You know, t-to give you privacy…” You said, failing to not stutter that you had just managed to control.

“You’re not gonna feel comfortable sleeping on the couch. Just sleep here.” Jinsol said again.

“But-” You tried to resist but Jinsol pulled your hand even harder.

“F-Fine…” You said as you gave up and sat beside her on the bed. You were hesitant to do so, your king-sized bed feeling like it was too small for the both of you.

“Just lay down! I won’t eat you.” Jinsol teased.

You laid down slowly, feeling like you were going to melt and sink into the bed. Once you got comfortable, Jinsol pulled the blankets over the both of you.

“Goodnight, baby brother.” Jinsoul said, giving you a kiss on the forehead and then turned on her side, facing herself against you.

“G-Goodnight, n-noona..” You said, trying to stop your rapidly hardening erection below from waking up because of the perverted thoughts you were having.

After around twenty minutes, you still couldn’t sleep because of the close proximity between you and Jinsol. You looked to your side and saw her sleeping soundly. You couldn’t deny how pretty she looked while sleeping. After some time and your erection teasing you, you managed to fall asleep.

//timeskip//

It was now 6 AM.

Jinsol felt a weird sensation all over her body.

She was heating up from head to toe, but it was not due to a fever.

Her bottom was where most of the warm and weird sensations were coming from. She felt that something hard was touching her. She tried to move her hips around and suddenly moaned. She quickly stopped, afraid that her moans would wake you up.

She doesn’t know why, but the thing that was touching her clothed vagina felt good. She felt herself getting wet because of it as well. She wanted to get up and inspect what exactly was touching her. But then she thought about you, so she scrapped the plan and decided to just see what was going on.

She slowly opened her eyes. It was dark but she could still see a little bit. She looked at her back and to her surprise, you were hugging her tightly. Your face was close to her neck and your right hand was at her waist. Moreover, the thing that was poking her was coming from you.

Jinsol smiled.

The truth was, Jinsol also has feelings towards you. The person that she described earlier in the evening was you. She always loved how you were nervous around her. Sometimes, she would touch herself after she secretly caught you staring at her body. It was like this for two years until you and she went your separate ways to pursue your own careers.

And now she was here, visiting you with one goal in mind. To actually confess her feelings towards you. She was going to just confess normally. But now, she had an even better idea due to this newfound situation.

She slowly gets off the bed, removing your hand away from her waist. With her off the bed, your body laid flat just how Jinsol wanted. She gets on top of the bed again and crawls in between your legs towards your crotch. Throughout all of this, you were still sleeping heavily.

Now at your crotch, Jinsol licked her lips. She was finally getting ready to do the thing that she had been longing for. Thankfully for her, you were wearing baggy pants so Jinsol had no problem removing them and your underwear in one swift motion.

Your hard cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. Jinsol’s pussy was drenched at this point, seeing all the possibilities that she could do with your cock. She slowly strokes it, hoping that it would wake you up. But being the heavy sleeper you were meant Jinsol would have to try harder.

After stroking your cock for some time, Jinsol licked the tip that was already leaking with precum, making you moan a little in your sleep. Jinsol kept licking the drenched tip until she saw you moved slightly. Eventually, she got her wish as you woke up.

“Ugh….huh? Noona what are you-” Jinsol quickly put her finger on your lips.

“Shh, baby. I know you have been wanting this.” Jinsol said in a seductive tone.

Without any hesitation, Jinsol took your shaft into her mouth. You instantly moaned at the contact, pleasure washing over your body as Jinsol kept sucking your cock gently. You couldn’t believe that your step sister was so good at giving you head. She then stopped sucking and stroked you slowly.

“You know, I have been eyeing you for quite some time, baby. You might not know this, but I have caught you staring at my body a bunch of times.” Jinsol said while teasing your sensitive tip, flicking her tongue against it. You felt like you were in ecstasy as she stroked your cock and teasing your tip.

“Sorry, n-noona..I can’t- ughh…h-help it..you’re too hot- oh my god..” You tried to answer but failed as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses.

“Tell me, what do you like about my body?” Jinsol said, stroking your cock faster.

“E-everything….” Your cock was twitching at this point when Jinsol suddenly stopped, causing you to whine.

“Come on, baby. Be more specific or else I won’t let you cum.” Jinsol started to stroke your cock again at a delicately slow pace.

“Your t-thighs. I love how delicious they look.” You said. You were getting used to her strokes, causing you to throb in her hand.

“Mmm, more?” Jinsol began to stroke faster.

“Y-your ass. I just wanna spank it every time I see you w-wear shorts.”

“You gotta have to work for that, baby. More.” Jinsol strokes you at an even faster rhythm.

“Your abs. I really like how sexy your a-abs look when you wear crop tops.”

“Thank you, I worked really hard on them. Last one, baby. Don’t stop now, you’re almost there.” Jinsol was now stroking you at max speed.

“Y-your b-breasts. I could suck o-on them all d-day.”

“Good boy. Now, for your reward.” Jinsol took your shaft into her mouth, starting from the tip.

You immediately moaned. Jinsol starts bobbing her head on your cock, taking it inch by inch. She gripped your thighs while you ran your fingers through her blonde hair. Eventually you hold the back of her head with both hands, the two of you are deeply absorbed by the erotic act. You mentally counted the seconds that passed, wanting to see how long she would be able to hold you for. Jinsol shakes her round ass as you force her head deeper. You felt her throat make contact with the tip of your cock, causing you to let out a wordless scream of pleasure. After about twenty seconds, she releases your cock. Gasping for air and a generous amount of saliva dripping from your cock and her mouth, she giggles in satisfaction. Your brain was beginning to overload from the pleasure.

Jinsol’s panties were drenched with her juices since she started. While she was sucking your cock, her hand slowly went inside her panties. You saw what was happening and took advantage of it.

“Noona..let me help you out.” Jinsol understood what you were trying to do and eased her mouth off your cock, causing you to whimper. She turned around so that her hips would be up against your face. You got to work by pulling her shorts and her panties off in one motion, mirroring what she did to you.

“Impatient aren’t we?” Jinsol said and returned to slobbering on your throbbing cock. Tossing her shorts and panties on the floor, her beautiful pink pussy was glistening with her juices, making you drool. You dive right in, licking her clit like it was your last meal. Jinsol moaned loudly on your cock, adding on another layer of pleasure. You grabbed her thick thighs to get a better grip while eating her out.

Both of you were a moaning mess. Jinsol was bobbing her head on your shaft while you were eating her pussy out. Jinsol started to fondle your warm balls, raising the volume levels of your moans. You weren’t one to be defeated so easily, starting to finger her drenched pussy with two of your fingers. She responds with an even louder moan than before, aroused by how you were giving her pussy your full attention.

Jinsol bobbed her head harder and faster on your cock, causing you to add another finger inside her vagina while licking her clit. You and Jinsol were sweating profusely, but it doesn’t stop the both of you from continuing to pleasure each other. Suddenly, Jinsol stops sucking you off and strokes your shaft hard.

“Baby, you’re so good at that. Don’t you fucking stop.” Her words made you move your fingers even faster into her. She replies in earnest by sucking your cock even harder.

Eventually, both of you can’t hold it any longer.

“I-I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum!” Jinsol said and continued her assault on your dick.

“Me…too…” You replied back with a breathy voice.

Jinsol came first, violently. She arches her back as the floodgates opened and you were rewarded handsomely with her sweet nectar. You tried to take it all in but she came so much that it was starting to leak out of your mouth and dripped onto your neck. Meanwhile, your cock twitches and explodes inside Jinsol’s mouth. She lowered her head and tried to take all your cum in but was unsuccessful because of the large volume of your load.

Both of you were struggling to breathe after your intense orgasms. Jinsol looks back at you and stares deeply into your warm brown eyes. She then removes her body off you and plops back on the bed. She kissed you on the lips. Each connection sent small jolts of electricity jolting through your body. The taste of her strawberry lipstick mixed with your cum was amazing. After making out for a period of time, both of you pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva.

“I taste pretty good.” You said.

“Yeah, I love how I taste too. Now, let’s-” You interrupted Jinsol by pinning her down, kissing her again, quickly grabbing her shirt and throwing it off the bed. Jinsol smirked and did the same, except that she ripped your shirt off you.

“You look good.” Jinsol complimented you, biting her lower lip as her eyes hungrily eyed your exposed body.

“You look even better without this.” You removed her black top to reveal her breasts that were being covered with a blue laced bra. Her breasts weren’t the biggest, but were enough for you to fully grab a handful. Your impatience took over your admiration of them and you pulled her bra off, exposing her plentiful breasts. Jinsol moaned over your actions as the cool nighttime air made contact with her exposed skin.

Now the both of you are finally naked together. You start off by kissing her cheeks, creating a trail as you make your way through her neck and eventually, her breasts. You immediately dive into her pink nipples which were already stiff. Jinsoul softly moans into your ear, enjoying what you were doing to her body. You sucked her left nipple, then moved to the right. The breast that wasn’t in your mouth was being fondled by your hand.

Jinsol was shivering with pleasure. She didn’t get relaxed, however. Instead, she reaches for your cock and starts stroking it. You moaned slightly because of her actions. After having fun with her soft flesh, you pepper her stomach with kisses and trace her abdomen by licking it with your tongue.

“Baby, do you love me?” Jinsol suddenly asked.

“Of course, noona. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You answered with no hesitation.

“Then, prove your love by fucking me as hard as you can.” Jinsol’s dirty talk has made your cock throb even harder than before.

Fueled by Jinsol’s dirty talk just now, you turned her body around so her back was facing you and lifted her up so she was on her fours. Before lining your cock with her dripping pussy, you spanked her round ass several times.

“F-Fuck! Slap my ass again, baby.” Jinsol moaned.

You spanked her again and again, gaining a series of loud moans.

Your cock was now in between her dripping heat. It felt so warm, inviting. This was the moment that you have always been dreaming about and you don’t wanna lose this chance. You started by teasing the outside of her folds, collecting her nectar that was dripping.

“Stop teasing me already, baby...” Jinsol moaned at the feeling of your hard cock nudging her entrance.

You grabbed her wide hips, aiming your cock and started to push into her slick folds. Both of you gasped and moaned. You never felt the feeling of a vagina before in your life and never knew how tight they could really be. You pushed into Jinsol even more, feeling her walls wrapping your shaft. Jinsol was lost in pleasure, leaning her head back and enjoying how you felt inside of her. Eventually, all of your cock went in. You savored the feeling of her plump ass against your crotch.

You slowly pull away from her pussy and stop before your tip comes out. You pushed into her again and repeated the process as the both of you were getting accustomed to it. You found a perfect rhythm and started to thrust into Jinsol. Her pussy walls felt warm with your dick embedded in her. Jinsol was a moaning mess, getting louder with each thrust.

“Fuck baby, you’re so big and hard.”

“You’re so fucking tight, noona.”

Slowly but steadily, you increased the pace of your thrusts. Jinsol’s erotic sounds were being an encouragement for you to keep yourself pumping into her. You love how cute she moaned for your cock and how gorgeous she looks being satisfied with your thrusts.

You fucked Jinsol even harder and harder. You wanted to kiss her, so you grabbed her shoulder and pulled her upright so that she’s leaning against your chest. You kissed her lips passionately.

“Yes, fuck me harder. Turn me into your little slut, baby!” Jinsol’s words went right in your ear and of course, you followed what she said. Her walls were constricting your shaft even more. Your right hand reached towards her breasts, fondling it to give more pleasure to the woman that you love.

Her walls were becoming even tighter as you touched her breasts. Your pace didn’t slow down however, it was increasing like crazy, to the point where her ass is making clapping sounds with your crotch. Jinsoul was in euphoria, being a cute little mess.

“Baby, h-harder please. I wanna cum all over your fucking cock.”

You put your left hand on her clit and rubbed it while thrusting even faster into her. Her moans have become music to your ears, giving you the strength to keep thrusting into her.

Jinsol then buried her face into the bed. Spreading her legs apart, you began thrusting inside her. You watched as Jinsol squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples as you fucked her hard. You made sure she could feel each thrust.

“Your cock feels so fucking good, I love it so much!” Jinsol moaned loudly, her walls squeezing the life out of your cock as you fucked her.

Jinsol closed her eyes while she grabbed onto the sheets tightly, desperately hanging on while chasing her impending orgasm. You roughly fucked her as her body moved in time with your thrusts.

“Oh fuck!” She screamed as you held her body tightly in place, your hands making a deep impression on her hips.

“Baby, I’m cumming!”

Ultimately, she shrieks and came hard on your cock. Her walls tighten around you deliciously as you feel her juices flood your cock and begin to seep out, staining both of your thighs. You watched as Jinsol’s body trembled violently, her breathing becoming erratic as your thrusts gradually began to slow down in order to allow her to ride out her euphoric high.

“Baby… that was amazing.” she said quietly, her mouth still open. You kept a tight hold on her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I came so fucking hard...” She then looks back towards you.

“You haven’t cum yet, baby. I want your load deep inside of me, so come fuck me again.” Jinsol’s dirty talk reinvigorated you as you pulled out your cock from her and turned her around so that she was facing you. She was covered in sweat but still as beautiful as always. You were lost in her gaze for a couple of seconds.

“Noona, I love you.” You blurted out unexpectedly.

“I love you too, baby.”

You spread her legs to reveal her still dripping pussy. You put both of your hands beside her and lined up your cock with her vagina. Jinsol wrapped her arms around your neck, ready to receive your shaft.

“Ready?”

“Always.”

You pushed yourself into her slowly until your dick fully disappeared into her folds. Both of you moaned together at the euphoric feeling. You pull out from her pussy, leaving the tip and slamming her with a long thrust. She moans in pleasure of your cock being deep inside of her tight hole.

You started to fuck Jinsol in a slow pace. Words couldn’t describe how good the both of you felt fucking while facing each other. Her mouth was open, filling both of your ears with her lustful moans.

“Ahh, baby, I love how deep your dick is inside of me.” Jinsol moaned, her eyes rolling back because of the intense pleasure you were giving her.

“Your pussy feels amazing, noona. It’s so tight and warm.” You replied as you began to thrust faster into her. Jinsol was moaning even louder, following the rhythm of your thrusts. You lifted her feet up and placed them on your shoulders, allowing your cock to enter her even deeper.

Jinsol’s breasts were jiggling up and down and you couldn't help yourself from grabbing onto them while you fuck her. She was obviously aroused by this as you took her right nipple into your mouth. Your pace was getting even faster as the wet sounds of your crotches hitting each other could be heard.

Jinsol suddenly grabbed onto your back and scratched it with her nails. You moaned at her action and the erotic act caused you to pound her even harder. Her juices were splashing against both of your crotches, allowing you to slide in and out with ease. Her pussy was getting tighter and tighter as you pound into her. The only sounds that were being heard in your room were wet flesh and your bodies clapping together.

You thrusted into her as hard as you could. The room felt cold because of the rain outside, but you and Jinsol were drenched in sweat from the heat your bodies were producing. How Jinsol was moaning because of your dick, how warm and tight she was, how her breasts were jiggling up and down while you thrust into her, all of it was too much for you to handle.

“Harder…” she said, sweat dripping off her body and onto the bed sheets. Her eyes slowly began to droop lazily as she struggled to stay conscious.

“You’re so fucking deep, baby. Oh my god...” She cried out, surprising the both of you as she was still able to form coherent sentences. Eventually, that same sensation in her stomach came to her once more.

“Baby, I’m cumming again!” Jinsol screamed.

“Cum…I’m cumming too, noona!” Your words came out in between each breath.

“Yes, cum inside your noona baby!”

Jinsol’s loud screams and your harsh groans reverberated around the apartment as you fucked her until the pressure building inside you released. You suddenly felt a knot in your stomach, marking your inevitable end. You kissed Jinsol before you exploded all your load into her warm cavern, causing her to have another orgasm. You slowed down your pace and thrust deeper into her so your cum can reach deeper into her cunt. Both of your toes curled from the pleasure as your cock throbbed and released several weaker thrusts inside Jinsol. Her body was still shaking from the aftershocks when her body collapsed on top of yours, your cock still inside her.

After a minute of Jinsol milking everything out from your cock, you pulled out from her, watching how the mixture of your cum and her juices was leaking out from Jinsol’s delicious pussy. You laid down beside her, breathing heavily with your cock glistening in the nighttime light.

“Baby, that was amazing. You fucked me so well.”

“Yeah, it felt great…”

“Uhh, noona? Are you okay? I kinda smacked your ass hard just now.” You asked quickly after, a bit concerned after what you did to her.

“Ahh you’re so silly, baby. Of course I’m okay! I love it when you smack my ass.” Jinsol laughed after her statement. The room went quiet for a moment.

“Noona?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you really love me? Not just because I’m good at sex?”

“Baby, I have loved you since the beginning. Not because you have a big dick or you were so good at eating my pussy. It’s because I love your personality and how great of a guy you are. The other things are just a plus.” Jinsol said while staring at you. You were staring at the ceiling to avoid meeting her gaze out of embarrassment.

“…Thanks, noona.” You slowly looked at Jinsol and hugged her. Jinsol reciprocates the hug while smiling. After hugging, you looked into each other's eyes. You both then kissed passionately, not caring what the consequences that the both of you were going to face. After a tender makeout that somehow lasted thirty minutes, Jinsol speaks up.

“Now, let’s clean up, shall we?” You both got off the bed and Jinsol dragged you by the hand into the shower of your room. She turns the shower heads on before stepping into the bathtub and holding onto your hand for you to enter as well.

The warm water calms down your aching muscles from the act earlier, giving you a sense of relaxation. It then becomes scalding hot, making you remember how much Jinsol loved hot showers. Once both of you were fully wet, she grabbed the nearby loofah and poured some body wash onto it. A lightbulb was turned on in Jinsol’s head, and so she decided to put on an erotic show for you by lathering up her deceptively curvy body with the soapy loofah. Her hands went up to her breasts, groping them gently and teasing her nipples until she felt your cock becoming hard again in between her thighs due to the close proximity between you two.

“Baby, you just came two times and you’re already this hard again?” She teased, biting her lower lip.

“I can’t help myself when there’s a beautiful naked woman with me in the shower.” You replied, making Jinsol blush.

“Alright, let’s clean you up.”

Jinsol took her time in washing you, making sure every inch of your skin is covered in the lavender scented body wash. As she traces the loofah, drawing her name on your chest and down to your stomach, she stops on your lower body. Holding your cock in her hands, she runs the loofah across it, creating a tingling sensation in your body. Jinsol smiled as she slowly began to stroke you while softly biting your nipples. You let out a moan because of the stimulation and slowly move backwards until your legs bump into the edge of the tub, making you sit down on the cold and slippery surface. Then, Jinsol straddles your lap and your hard cock pressed against her stomach as she gave you another passionate, lust-filled kiss.

You finally break the kiss when you both feel too lightheaded and need oxygen. Jinsol does her best to catch her breath, her pink lips slightly puffy and her cheeks flushed. She was the most beautiful woman in the world in your eyes and there was nothing that could change that.

“I thought we were gonna get clean-ahh…” You were cut off by Jinsol’s lips finding their way to the place where your lower jaw and neck meet, nibbling on the skin as she leaves hickeys behind, marking you as hers.

“But I want you so bad, baby.” She murmured just loud enough for you to hear, causing goosebumps to form on your body and your cock to throb against her stomach.

Wrapping her arms around your neck, Jinsol lowers her body as she guides your cock back inside her. The two of you moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto you until she had reached your base completely. Jinsol watched you close your eyes as her tight, velvety walls wrap themselves tightly around you once more. She began bouncing her body up and down, her ass jiggling each time. Her body unconsciously tightens her muscles around you, providing a feeling you couldn’t put into words.

“Noona…do that again.” You breathlessly said.

Jinsol clenched her vaginal muscles around your cock again, tightening you in a firm grip and earning herself your cries of pleasure.

Your hands rested on her cheeks once more, watching Jinsol bounce on your lap. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when you accidentally discovered a certain sensitive spot within her. With each roll of your hips, you make sure to hit that pressure point.

“Fuck, that feels so fucking good.” She moaned when you took her erect nipples inside your mouth, gently biting on them and mirroring what she did to you.

“Yes baby…” She said as her stomach began to feel heavy, the knot inside her twisting. You continue pounding her newfound sensitive spot, feeling Jinsol’s sharp nails raking your back with scratches as her body trembles with an arriving orgasm.

“Baby!” She screamed repeatedly. You continued rocking Jinsol back and forth and side to side as a way to prolong the duration of her impending orgasm.

“Baby, please...” She begged, blowing hot air gently into your ear and encouraging you to keep going.

Her eyes fully rolled back into her head as your hips crashed against hers. The water was no longer burning hot, but neither of you cared about the temperature change - only focusing on each other. Jinsol felt so comfortable on your lap and in your arms that her eyes began drooping.

“N-Noona, I’m cumming!” You said, the only semblance of a warning as you made a powerful thrust deep inside her pussy. Your cock throbs as her tight, velvety walls clamped onto your dick. You began pouring hot, thick semen inside Jinsol which once again causes her own orgasm to occur. Both of you are moaning loudly in satisfaction.

“Ahh fuck baby...” Jinsol moaned as it seemed like her body’s default reaction to her orgasms was for her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her body wriggles in pleasure as she continues lacing together incoherent moans and explicit syllables that made no sense.

Slowly lifting up her hips, you watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. You were surprised you were still able to release such a large amount of cum due to your two orgasms that you had earlier. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as she leaned down and gave you tender, passionate kisses. Jinsol is fully satisfied, happy to be in your arms again. But this time, it had a different, a more special meaning.

After spending two hours having sex in the shower that ended up being dirtier rather than getting clean, you and Jinsol quickly get dressed to go to Seoul to drop her off because she had planned to go shopping with your mom. She didn’t bring any clothes with her, so she borrowed some of yours. She wore one of your hoodies and a pair of shorts that complimented her figure nicely. When she came out from your room after dressing up, you instantly chuckled at how cute she looked wearing your clothes.

“You look so cute, noona!”

“Of course, your noona looks good in everything. Let’s go now, I don’t wanna be late.”

“Okay Jingolas-nim!” You said to her and opened the front door for her. She just glared cutely at you and went out the door. Meanwhile, you smiled, thinking how your life is complete with the newfound existence of an intimate relationship with your stepsister, Jung Jinsol.

#kpop smut #loona smut #jinsoul smut #loona #jinsoul #kpop fanfiction #reader insert

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silvercrystalwhump · 3 years ago

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Little thing based on an idea for Ash

@ashintheairlikesnow owns all of these characters I just an idea one day and decided- Hey I'ma write this. Enjoy

TW: implied noncon, noncon photo taking, general bbu warning, Owen Grant exists

Vincent drums his fingers across the wood with nails bitten to near bleeding. A hard drive sits on the table in front of him, almost eating at his eyes by simply existing. It’s red, and the word Memories is written on the side. His eyes bore into the table, wanting the hard drive to combust and leave his life.

“You know I could always see what's on there?”

James, the only person other than his therapist to know about Owen, leans by an open window. The sound of Blue Jays singing outside dances through his words like background music on set. The only reason he had the displeasure of knowing about that migraine-inducing part of his life was that Vincent forgot to watch his liquor intake at an event and vomited out his entire life story to James in one night. Needless to say, he woke up the next morning with a hangover that could kill god and a very concerned James who knew too much.

Vincent shakes his head, “I am fairly certain I know what's on this, I don’t want you seeing that.”

James doesn’t respond, “I have an incinerator at home. You can just get rid of it there.”

“If it’s not I’ll be destroying something I actually like.”

Vincent did not even know why he had him come over. After he saw the handwriting he just went on autopilot. “Could you drive down about five minutes down, there’s this small coffee place that makes pecan pie flavored coffee, can you go get me some?”

“Sure,” James says, “Do you want me to go so you can do this alone and I can come back later or?”

“No, I just need you out of the house for maybe 15 minutes, it’s not like you probably have already figured out what I think is on this hard drive.”

James shrugs, “You want something to eat too?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Vincent hears James’ keys jungle quietly and the door opens. He can hear his footsteps walk down his porch. As he listens to James’ car start, Vincent puts his head in his hands. His finger knit into his hair and closes, threatening to rip the follicles right from his skull. I really don’t want to see this. He exhales as he hears the car pull out of the driveway and his gate slide closed.

Inhale, he closes his eyes and fumbles the hard drive into the laptop. Then, exhaling, he opens his eyes.

USP Pot In-Use. Transfer 486 GB of data onto this device?

Half a terabyte of data just sitting on a hard drive. A hard drive that was in the button of one of Vincent’s bags for months. Vincent starts to chew on the inside of his cheek, hands trembling near the mouse pad.

Yes.

Not enough storage for transfer. Preview file?

Yes.

A handful of files transfer to his laptop. Some files were named with dates, some with pet names, some with actual event titles but all were photos. Vincent closes his eyes and opens one simply labeled Coffee. The actual photo itself is just him sitting in one of his old dressing rooms back when working with Owen. There is a blurry spot in the upper left-hand corner of the photo. This was definitely Owen’s phone. Owen’s phone always had a blurry spot in the upper left-hand corner no matter how much Owen wiped it off.

The photo looks like it was taken at an awkward angle. Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose and mutters, “So he stalked me long before the incident, I stopped working there months before it happened.” The other handful of photos are similar; pictures were taken without Vincent noticing, usually at work. The last one was in his own house, but it was during a party he remembered that he invited Owen to.

Then a video pops up only labeled with a date.

Vincent reaches up and mutes his computer, and slowly presses play on the video. It starts with Owen muttering something before sticking his phone up and peering through a window. The video is of Vincent sleeping, and it lasts for nearly 30 minutes before the phone is dislodged, and the video finishes.

The next set of photos and videos are dated during his time with Owen.

He gets through three before rushing to the bathroom to puke.

When James gets back, Vincent has seen enough. He was right. It was Owen’s hard drive, and somehow he got a hold of it. James hands Vincent the coffee and the bag.

“I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot what you said about food so I just got you a scone since I was listening to the radio talk about the new federal policy on box boys.”

Vincent took a sip of the coffee and raised an eyebrow at James, “Something changed?”

“The emancipation law, it was signed by the president a week ago and the changes went into effect today,” James says as he sips his own coffee, “If you own a box boy for over a year and they meet a handful of prerequisites you can emancipate them and give them legal citizenship.”

“I honestly thought it would get shot down.”

“Well since the senator that was so against it was voted out this election no one else has objected,” James says, and he pulls up his phone, “Well the owner has to be the one to sign them for emancipation. Senator Grant was her name wasn’t it?”

Vincent takes a bite out of the scone. He swallows both the scone and a thought.

“Does it say anything about private transfer?”

“I think you just have to have their papers. Why?”

Vincent looks down at his food, and an idea pops into his head, “What’s Senator Grant doing now since she’s not in office.”

James shrugs, “Let me see if anyone said anything?” He taps on his phone, the little buzzes echo around the room like flies to trash. James pauses, “I’m pretty sure she’s just at home preparing for the next election why?”

“I think I might need you to help me make a phone call.”

Weeks later, Vincent paces, listening to James talk on the phone in the other room. He could not physically hear Owen’s voice through the phone without falling apart.

“That’s my ear,” James says sarcastically, “Do you agree with this or not?”

Silence.

Click.

James knocks on the half-open door, “You alright Vincent?”

“Are you done?” Vincent asks, tighter than a spring.

James nods, “After the screaming he agreed, do you want me to go over with the papers so you don’t have to see them?”

“Please, I’m more than likely already going to have to be on a phone call with his Mother and that's stressful enough.”

Vincent opens the door of his study and steps out, “I need a drink.”

“It's noon Vincent.”

Vincent has one hand on the liquor cabinet and chuckles dryly, “Perfect.”

‘Vincent, no.”

Making dead eye contact with James, he pulls a bottle of sweet tea vodka out of the cabinet and pours himself a glass. James sighs and shakes his head, “I thought Dr. Brycan told you not to drink.”

“He said that I need to wait until at least noon since I used to drink from dawn until dusk unless I had work, it’s 12:01.”

“Didn't you tell me that you’re probably going to get a phone call from the ex-Senator today,” James says, stepping back, “I think you want to wait at least until then so you're sober when you two talk.”

Vincent pauses with the glass halfway to his lips. He sets it down just hard enough to hear it but not hard enough to crack the crystal. Vincent grumbles, “Fine,” and walks back for his study to wait by the phone.

“You do know this is blackmail, Vincent,” Mrs. Grant grinds through the phone, “And that is illegal.”

“So is paying off someone to hide criminal charges. He either takes the deal or I take this half terabyte hard drive filled with evidence to court and get the press involved, his decision.”

“How much do you have to pay you,” she says after a moment.”

“No amount of cash will buy me over, he either takes the deal or I contact my manager.”

Silence through the phone. Vincent’s nails dig into his jeans. The woman on the other end of the line can’t see the tears pouring down Vincent’s face. One thing acting taught him was how to keep his voice steady for clarity in a microphone. The only difference here is that the microphone is in a phone rather than on a long stick.

“We’ll think about it,” she finally says.

“You have until Sunday.”

“Fine.”

Click.

Vincent holds the phone up to his ear for a second before dropping it onto the table. His head falls into his hands, and he sobs. His mind, blank yet filed with too many feelings, recoils under its own weight. Tears that had been held back for months spill across contract papers and blot through blank ink. The ink spread like blood across bed sheets.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to knock his teeth in?” James asks as he holds the contract and transfers forms in one hand and a Sprite in the other, “Because I will and want to.”

Vincent shakes his head, fingers drumming across the velvet seats of the limousine he almost forgot he had. When did I even buy this was the first thought he had when he dug through contacts. “No, just go inside, get him to fill out the forms, and come back. Then we go home and I gorge myself on M&Ms and fudge ice cream.”

James laughs, “Room numbers on the card right?”

“Yes.”

James steps out of the car. The condominium looms over the limousine, and James bites through white-knuckled rage as he steps into the lobby.

Guess who’s standing there waiting for him, Owen Grant, and his mother. James steps up to them, “Grant, correct?”

Owen looks surprised and gives James a quick not-so-subtle scan, “Are you who Vince sent, I thought he was coming?”

“Do I really need to explain why that will never happen?”

Mrs. Grant gives James a glare to rival the sun’s wrath on gingers. The demeanor shifts almost instantly to a more business appeal, “Well allow us to get this paperwork sorted out as painlessly as possible.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

How long does it take to sign papers? James thinks as he watches Owen go through the forms. These are pre-filled out records; he just needs to sign in three spots. Pen scratches against the paper, Owen’s friendly demeanor evaporated when he reached the final form.

“Why this of all things?” he grinds out.

Neither of the two people answers him. Owen finally tosses the form and an orange file in James’ direction. “All of Kauri’s paperwork; if Vince needs anything else, he’ll have to contact WRU directly.”

James scoops the papers off the table, flipping through them; he looks to make sure Owen didn’t deliberately miss any signatures. An extra envelope sits in the orange file. James pulls it free and waves it in Owen’s face.

“What’s this?”

Owen, stupidly, answers, “A goodbye letter since I just filled out a no contact agreement, I want to give my final goodbyes if you will.”

James rips open the envelope and takes out the letter but keeps in anything that may be important.

“That’s for Vincent’s eyes only!” Owen snaps.

“And that hard drive was for your eyes only wasn’t it? I got Vincent’s consent to look through these forms.”

Owen and his mother glare daggers at James as he tosses the letter back onto the table, “Goodbye.”

James can still feel Owen’s teeth grinding gaze on his back as the door closes behind him.

Jake answers the door, “Hello Vincent.”

“Is Kauri here?” Vincent asks as his fingers shift around the orange folder.

“Depends,” Jake says, leaning against the door frame, “What do you want?”

Vincent sighs, “I called Natalie yesterday and---”

“Just let him in,” Kauri’s voice echoes from inside the safe house, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jake pierces his lips and steps out of the way. Vincent steps past him and enters the safe house. Natalie had told him to make things as quick as possible, and if Kauri told him to leave, he would. Vincent agreed. Now he simply hoped that he would be able to get this across without being told to leave.

Kauri steps around the corner, a look of tired anger sits behind his eyes.

“Kauri I’m so---”

“Skip the bullshit, Nat said this would be quick.”

Vincent nods and forces the new wave of guilt back into his stomach, “A few days ago, I was able to… convince Owen to transfer ownership of you to me. I want to ask if I can transfer you to anyone else for your own security, so you are entirely out of Owen’s grabbing range.

Kauri stands there with an expression of absolute disbelief. Then, finally, he opens his mouth to speak before stammering, “I said quick but not one sentence, elaborate.”

“Well, to put it in simply I was going through some of my old stuff from during the incident. I found a hard drive with nearly half a terabyte of… evidence that could be used against Owen,” Vincent says as his shoulder tense at memories he wishes to be buried. “A friend of mine brought up the new box boy emancipation law and after that I got an idea. This friend, who I vomited out my entire life story to black out drunk, was willing to help be the liaison between Owen and me. After a telephone call between Mrs. Grant and I, we got the papers signed and so now I have all of your paperwork under my name.”

“Okay?” Kauri says with disbelief still in his tone in tiny blips, “Then why are you talking to me, just leave me alone and I won’t have to worry about Owen.”

Vincent chews at the inside of his cheek, “Here’s the thing, what I did is, in the eyes of the law, black mail. While he could be charged with the same thing, if he took me to court one of the first assets taken for compensation are box boys. So, you could stay under my name but I don’t trust that he won’t try to get you back by either suing or doing something. My question now is, is there someone who you trust enough for me to transfer your ownership form to.”

Kauri pauses. The gears shift in his head for a moment before he looks past Vincent and back at Jake. The widest shit-eating grin nearly splits Kauri’s face in half. He looks over Vincent’s shoulder and laughs, “Hey Jake, want your own Romantic?”

Vincent looks over his shoulder and sees a very exasperated, tired, and just downright flustered Jake.

“I- um- Kauri- I- please don’t wrd it like that, that makes me sound terrible.”

“And.”

“I- mean in order to keep Owen away from you then yes I will but please don’t,” Jake stampers, “I don’t and won’t own you.”

Kauri pushes past Vincent and boops Jake on the nose, “Congrats you get your own boxie.”

“Kauri, please.”

Vincent clears his throat and interrupts, “While I am used to being third wheel um I know you all want me out of your hair so I have the forms with me and after they are signed I will do the heavy lifting with WRU.”

After a second, Kauri chuckles before walking away. Jake just watches as he leaves, a sigh escaping his lips, “He is never going to let me live that down.”

“If you don’t want to-”

“No no,” Jake says, “I will, he's just teasing. What do I have to sign?”

#owen grant should be castrated #bbu #ash is cruel to the boys #kauri #jake #vincent shield #blackmail #tw: implied noncon #tw: noncon phototaking #whump #box boy #box boy universe

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oumakokichi · 4 years ago

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Do you think that Kokichi had any remorse for Gonta during trial 4 or did he actually not care? I've seen a lot of people saying different opinions from both sides of the argument. But I'm really confused because there was a moment where after Gonta was executed, correct me if I'm wrong but Shuichi asked Kokichi if he could reveal the secret of the outside world (?) But Kokichi replied with something like “I don't want to....” and seemed generally upset? But then a few moments later he snapped out if it and began acting like he had no sympathy whatsoever. I just really wanna know how Kokichi actually, truly felt about Gonta and if he regretted manipulating him. Sorry if you've already been asked this and have already given an answer, thank you!

Hi anon—I actually wrote a pretty big master-post on chapter 4 not too long ago which I think more or less sums up my thoughts on Ouma’s behavior in the post-trial! You can find it here if you want (it’s pretty long and I tried to answer a whole bunch of questions about Ouma in chapter 4 specifically, since it’s the chapter I get asked about the most).

More specifically though, I’m afraid that there is no easy, definitive answer to that question. I can only share my personal opinions about how I believe Ouma felt in that scene. And personally? I do think he was genuinely upset and distraught about Gonta’s death, that he even momentarily considered giving up all his plans and being executed alongside him, and that he cared about Gonta and deeply regretted using him as a sacrificial pawn in his plans.

I’ll discuss what I mean in more detail, but it’ll probably get pretty long, so I’ll put the rest of this post under a cut as always!

The thing is, though, I’ve shared my personal thoughts about the chapter 4 post trial many times, including my reasoning and all of the textual evidence that shows how much Ouma cared about the rest of his classmates. But ultimately, there will probably always be some people who disagree, because their reading of the text will always be a little bit different. Unless we ever have an interview from Kodaka in the future where he directly says, “this is what Ouma was thinking and feeling at this exact moment,” there really won’t ever be a way to know what was going through his head with 100% certainty (and I do feel like leaving it open-ended is something of Kodaka’s intention, anyway, especially since Ouma is supposed to be a very polarizing character).

That being said, I do think it’s worth analyzing the text and drawing your own conclusions, because ndrv3 is a game that changes a lot depending on how you interpret it, and Ouma’s character is included in that. It’s really easy on a first playthrough to get wrapped up in what Ouma says or does without really looking at why he says it, or at his underlying motivations. Going back through the game on a replay though, I do personally think it’s possible to guess at what he might have been feeling during those super conflicting scenes in chapter 4.

In my opinion, I think Ouma did truly care about Gonta as a friend, and that his guilt and remorse over what he did was genuine. Not only did Ouma and DICE have a very strict taboo against killing (mentioned directly in his motive video in Japanese, though the part about it being an actual rule was stripped from the localization), but we don’t see Ouma’s façade crack like this very often. Most of the time when he does his trademark “crocodile tears,” it’s with his very loud, exaggerated crying sprite, and he bounces right back to acting normally within a moment or two.

There are a few exceptions to this, of course—he uses the “crocodile tears” sprite to cry at Kaede, Amami, and Toujou’s deaths, but it’s still very likely he was shaken up by seeing them dead). Nonetheless, we don’t see his much more subdued crying sprites more than a handful of times, particularly in the chapter 4 post-trial just before Gonta’s execution, as well as in Momota’s flashback in chapter 5 when he talks about how Ouma actually hated the killing game the whole time.

I’m aware that some people simply brush these moments aside and assume that Ouma is lying though all of them, but I personally just can’t agree with that interpretation. Assuming that Ouma is lying whenever he shows remorse or guilt or hatred for the killing game means assuming that he’s telling the truth in pretty much every other scene—which doesn’t make much sense, given that his entire character is centered around the concept of lying, as well as moral ambiguity and subverting expectations. Assuming that Ouma actually means what he’s saying 100% of the time unless it just happens to involve showing any kind of guilt or remorse turns him into a very boring, predictable, uninspired character (none of which are words I would use to describe him personally).

Ignoring those moments where Ouma shows genuine attachment to his classmates and distaste for the killing game also means ignoring several key pieces of evidence and clues about him that we are directly provided in the game, including his motive video and Momota’s flashback in chapter 5. Personally, I don’t feel like there’s any reason to include these scenes at all unless it’s to help shed light on Ouma’s motivations and provide players with a clear reason to try and go back through the game again to look at Ouma’s actions through a new perspective.

I also feel that Ouma genuinely cared about Gonta because to put it simply, there was no incentive for him to lie in that scene. He got absolutely nothing out of it—and considering he turns around and starts playing the villain on purpose all of 5 minutes after Gonta’s death, he definitely wasn’t trying to earn sympathy points or trick the rest of his classmates into trusting him. In fact, he could’ve easily tried to make himself look more sympathetic by putting all of the blame on Miu for trying to kill him, or even on Gonta. But instead he fully admits to coming up with the plan to kill Miu and spends the entire post-trial trying to convince everyone not to hate or blame Gonta.

If he was truly as sadistic and horrible as he pretended to be, I think he would’ve pulled a 180 and started throwing names and insults around while Gonta was still alive to hear it, not after he was already dead. If he didn’t care at all about Gonta’s feelings, he had no reason to try and take all the blame on himself while insisting that none of what happened was actually Gonta’s fault. If anything, revealing himself to be this horrible, evil villain who enjoys seeing other people suffer or die would’ve really been adding insult to injury, and probably would’ve crushed Gonta completely, even before his execution started.

But… Ouma doesn’t do any of this. Despite having every opportunity to either portray himself as more of a victim and fling all the blame on Miu and Gonta, or else to completely embrace being a villain who loved seeing people suffer, he doesn’t do either of these things. The way I personally see it, Ouma waits until Gonta is already dead, and when the rest of his classmates begin pushing him for answers about the outside world and demanding to know what Gonta saw, that’s when he finally snaps and resigns himself to acting like a villain in order to make everyone hated.

You could argue that trying to make everyone hate him had a twofold effect: it helped set the stage for him to pretend to be the ringleader in the next chapter, which he clearly wanted, but it also was a way of taking things out on himself and shows just a small glimpse of how much he hated having to dirty his hands in chapter 4. After all, Ouma even says it himself: that the “role of a villain is perfect for him,” because he’s already made everyone hate him. We see Ouma occasionally tease or antagonize the rest of his classmates plenty of times throughout the game, but it’s true that he doesn’t really step into that “villain” role until the end of chapter 4, once he’s crossed a line that he can never come back from by manipulating both Miu and Gonta to their deaths.

None of this is to say that what Ouma did to Gonta is okay, by any means. I think he definitely did care about Gonta and even thought of him as one of the few trustworthy people in the killing game, even someone close to a friend, but that doesn’t mean that manipulating him and using him like a chess piece was okay in the end. I just also think it’s important to realize that there were plenty of extenuating circumstances that led Ouma to act the way he did—including the fact tha he knew Miu was going to kill him, that he already suspected she had measures to prevent him from fighting back or killing her himself in the VR world, and the fact that he did not want to die or get everyone else killed in the trial.

It’s possible for people to care about others without necessarily treating them the best or doing the right thing. A huge part of Danganronpa, something that’s been evident from the very first game, is that sometimes characters can and do hurt each other, even when they care about each other or wouldn’t be a threat otherwise.

It’s the existence of the killing game itself that causes so many characters to go to extremes that they normally wouldn’t, whether it’s Maizono trying to frame Naegi in dr1 despite caring about him a lot, Kaede deciding to try and commit murder under everyone’s noses despite trying to unite the group and wanting everyone to trust her, or Ouma using Gonta as a pawn to kill Miu in his place because he didn’t want to die.

At the end of the day, people are still probably going to have very polarizing opinions about Ouma and the things he did in chapter 4, and that’s honestly okay. In my own opinion, Ouma definitely isn’t a completely flawless, innocent baby who “did nothing wrong”—he absolutely is manipulative, cold, and calculating when he wants to be, and it’s a fact that he got two people killed, even if he didn’t want things to reach that point. But I also personally don’t think it’s fair to write him off as the exact kind of “evil villain” he pretends to be; not only is it a shortsighted interpretation of his larger motivations, but it also completely ignores any replay value and completely shoots down the appeal of trying to interpret Ouma’s thoughts and actions because “he was lying about feeling bad anyway, what’s the point in analyzing him.”

Tl;dr: I do think Ouma cares about Gonta, that he probably even thought of him as the closest thing he had to a friend in the killing game, and that what he did to Gonta in the end wasn’t okay. I think he really did respect Gonta for being such a sweet and kind person, but that he also knew Gonta was extremely naïve and that he would be one of the easiest people in their group to manipulate, hence why he decided to rely on him instead of anyone else. Their friendship is an important part of both of their character arcs, but it’s definitely not what I would call “on equal footing.”

I understand why Ouma’s actions might make some people really resent him, but I also believe that kneejerk reaction of anger and dismissal is exactly the point: Ouma does feel terrible about the things he did, but he doesn’t want anyone’s sympathy or forgiveness, not even the player’s. This, in my opinion, is why he starts embracing the villain role so completely from this point on, and why he’s never quite able to make the same sort of cold, calculating sacrifices in chapter 5 that he did in chapter 4.

I hope this helps answer your question, anon, along with the other chapter 4 post I wrote! Thank you for all your support!

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #my meta #ask #anonymous #ndrv3 spoiles //#okay to reblog

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gamewise · 4 years ago

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Batman Review

What, you thought the NES was the only one to be graced with a Batman video game? Well, believe it or not, when Sunsoft’s name actually had some merit, they put out a few Batman games thanks to the movie license, and each one was a little different. The NES ran off with one of the best side scrolling license-based video games, the Game Boy got a decent side scroller, and the PC Engine got a... top down game where you literally clean up Gotham? That one is worth a review in itself, but we’re looking at the often overlooked Genesis game. Is this game really that bad that few people talk about it in Batman retrospectives? Absolutely not!

Sunsoft’s Batman on the NES is quite the crazy game, especially considering the liberties they took with the source material. What makes the NES game special outside of this was the attention to detail in the animation, the fantastic soundtrack, and the frantic action. Batman on the Genesis, is different. It takes a few liberties here and there, but moments you expect from the movie are here, such as the Boombox thug, Batman rescuing Vicki Vale, and also Batmobile and Batwing sequences. It’s doing things differently from the NES game by slowing things down a bit, and sticking a little closer to the source material. It’s doing a lot more different by changing up level designs completely to reflect locations featured in the movie, such as the Flugelheim Museum. As such, I find it unfair to compare it to the NES game versus style, as we’re dealing with two completely different fantastic beasts. Instead, we’re going to look at the Genesis version on its own merits, while discussing what the game is doing differently from the NES.

So what does Batman have going for it? Well, for starters, much like the NES game, you play as Batman, and punch out The Joker’s henchmen. They’re not all unarmed, as you deal with thugs toting guns, bazookas, axes, and swords. There’s even some fire breathing clowns! Each enemy has its own unique pattern of attack, which requires the player to have a certain sense of timing. Much like the NES game, Batman can either punch his way through enemies, or toss Batarangs at them, and here’s the first deviation in gameplay. Batman does not have a ton of gadgets here, instead relying entirely on Batarangs for a ranged attack. Unlike the NES game, Batarangs do not arc back towards Batman, they go in a straight line like shurikens do. They are not just effective on dealing with certain enemies from a long distance, they are very useful on bosses to make your life a little easier. There is a catch to all this, and that’s Batarangs are few and far between, as are health powerups. It’s going to take a little more skill than the NES game to survive as Batman. Batman also has the ability to do a mid-air somersault, which when used correctly doubles as an attack that is insanely useful against bosses. Be careful though, if you don’t time this right, you will either miss completely, or take damage in the process.

Compared to the NES game, which had punishing level design and boss fights, this game chooses to not only stick to those roots, but Sunsoft have chosen to turn things up a notch. See, Batman never starts at full health, instead, he always starts at half and with only 5 Batarangs. That’s right, for the first time, Batman didn’t have enough prep time to go against The Joker. This means that every time you die, you not only lose a life, but you’re back to half health, and 5 Batarangs. So those 30 Batarangs you went through the trouble of collecting will be gone completely. And believe me, you are going to be frustrated at times with the game’s insane level design, especially with the Flugelheim Museum and its amazing barrage of death traps.

Not only do you have to deal with falling chandeliers, but there are numerous gaps just waiting for Batman to fall down. While it sounds unfair, there is a way to deal with every situation here, and that is to have a sense of patience. You’re not on a time limit, and all your gun-toting enemies aren’t going to fire non-stop. They need to steady their aim before firing, so you have a window of opportunity to react accordingly. Another thing you don’t have is a checkpoint system, but instead, you just respawn where you died, unless you fell to your demise. Should you lose all your lives, only then will you be forced to start a whole level over. What it boils down to is to study the screen, and watch how enemies attack. Take patience, and nail the timing, and you will be ready to take on almost anything the game throws at you. It may not solve all the difficulty issues though. When you get to the last level, the game throws gun-toting thugs at you non-stop, and they not only stand and shoot, but crouch and shoot. Make sure you have Batarangs handy for the situation, and you should be prepared to deal with it. What you won’t be prepared for are the two vehicle levels.

One of the complaints I had with the NES version of Batman when I was a kid, was no Batmobile level. Here, I get my wish, and in many ways, it’s both frustrating and enjoyable. For starters, there are no real power ups to collect here, instead you get standard health and ammo power ups that appear in both the top and bottom sections of the screen. Any Batarangs you collected up to this point are converted into missiles for the Batmobile and Batwing. The trouble is since the screen is scrolling fast and the health and ammo boxes are the same as regular levels, it is insanely easy to miss them, or even mistake them for an obstacle. This is also the only point in the game you will have a checkpoint system to deal with, but what makes this part more frustrating is that all enemy attacks will do two damage as opposed to one. Which means, you will die in two hits unless you are at full health. The Batwing sequence turns the difficulty up to eleven, as suddenly it turns into a bullet hell with heat-seekers coming every which way. In the Batmobile sequence, you can easily predict where projectiles are going to go, and have plenty of time to react accordingly. Yet despite this, as I played, I began to get a sense of a horribly unbalanced difficulty. I found myself dying too easy

On the NES Batman had an aesthetic of using dark backgrounds with brightly colored sprites and platforms, giving off an almost comic-book feel. Here, the game wants to match the movie’s aesthetic, and the Genesis seemed to have the right color palette for Sunsoft’s goal. More importantly, there is a lot of attention to detail in the animations. The fact that Sunsoft decided that no animation should be spared is incredible, especially for something as simple as a thug steadying his aim. Only thing I’d maybe consider taking away is Batman’s haters gonna hate stride, it looks kind of goofy when you see him striding down the streets of Gotham. Also, I can’t stress this enough, much like the NES game, the audio is phenomenal. Just listening to the soundtrack, you’d almost forget you were playing a Genesis game, since most people associate the Genesis sound chip with nails on a chalkboard. The Flugelheim Museum has a great bassline, and the Batmobile and Batwing levels have the perfect high energy music for a shmup. However, it’s a little disappointing the sound effects department. Everything sounds just a little too quiet, save for Batman taking damage. Everything’s either muffled, or the music winds up taking over the whole show.

At the end of the day, Batman on the Sega Genesis is one criminally overlooked licensed game. While it can’t quite reach the same heights as its NES counterpart, there are things here the Genesis game does differently to allow it to stand on its own two legs. Had it not been for the unbalanced difficulty, this game would be a bit more enjoyable, but to the uninitiated, this game may feel like nonstop torture. Sunsoft did a solid job here, putting forth the best Batman game they could on the Genesis, and choosing to stick closer to the 1989 film classic. I wouldn’t want to imagine this in anybody else’s hands at the time. Batman on the Sega Genesis needs to be brought up more when discussing early Batman games as an example of what happens when a developer ends up delivering a different experience each platform.

Positives

+ Memorable soundtrack

+ Detailed Sprite animation

+ Batmobile level becomes fun when you get the hang of it

+ Does a great job following the movie

+ Death respawns you where you died rather than forced to a checkpoint as Batman

+ the parallax scrolling in the Batwing level is beautiful!

Negatives

- Unbalanced difficulty may leave you frustrated

- Batwing level does everything in its power to kill you

- Flugelheim Museum has too many death traps

- Underwhelming sound effects end up making the game feel less punchy

- Batman’s walk cycle

Overall: 8/10

#video games #retro gaming #retro #batman #gaming

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bnha-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Okay, so, first thing first. The second half of September and the whole October has been a wild ride.

Apparently this game blew up on TikTok (and probably some other platform or something?), and now I could see that there are tons of you who downloaded the game. That's just... so... unreal, at least to me. I didn't think this project would get so much attention. Even now, I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream 🙃

Anyway, if you’re new here: welcome! Sit back and relax, ‘cause this is gonna be a long ride!

I want to take this opportunity to say that due to the amount of comments, especially on itch.io page and my Tumblr, I won’t be always replying personally one by one to everyone anymore. I'll still try my best to answer questions and all, but I think by now everyone's common questions should already be answered in the FAQ page. So, moving forward, questions I have already answered inside that page will be ignored.

Still, I want you to know that I do read and treasure every single one of your comments. Thank you so much for your encouraging words, support, and suggestions! I'm sorry I can’t reply to those writing in languages other than English and Indonesian. While I can throw simple comments into Google Translate, every now and then the translator butchers long sentences and gives me garbled translation which I can't understand 😥

☕️ Special Thanks ☕️

I'd like to also take this chance to say, many, many thanks for the coffee, you all amazing, generous people:

M.L. | Dominique | Genki | Sara | 1 Anon

Even in this hard time, you’re all so kind. Again, I can’t really do much, but as my way of thanking you, your names will be put under Special Thanks in the game ♡

Alright, now, to the real essence of this post: progress update.

My work had been pretty demanding nearing the end of this month, and it made me get really sick of doing coding in general. Still, there is some progress on the game, and that’s good enough for me!

More details below ↓

Character Sheet: You / Player / Main Character

Before I get to anything else, let’s talk about ‘you’ first, shall we?

Although the main character's name is changeable, if you don’t wish to pick a name for them, ‘Suzuki Kaede’ is set as the default name.

Why Suzuki? I figured I would just take from one of the most common Japanese surnames.

Why Kaede? I chose it because I wanted a common Japanese unisex name, because the main character themselves is supposed to be gender neutral. So, the name came up as one of the results in Google, it has a somewhat nice and neutral meaning (maple), and I find that it sounds pretty nice, I decided to use it.

To reiterate, throughout the game, I try my best to not mention any physical characteristics and avoid elements which leans heavily to a specific gender in the story. All the characters in the game will also call you with your last name, and only neutral suffix (-san) is used at first. But you could get an event where you would be able to pick how the love interest will call the player, starting from that point in the story (on top of neutral options, there will be choices with gender-specific suffixes which you could pick if you want to). Other than that, all characters will always refer to the MC as ‘they/them’.

Now, moving on to the thing which people has asked about -- the player's Quirk. Here's a text version in case you couldn't see it in the image above for some reason:

What happens when a woman with Enhanced Learning quirk and a man with Camera Vision procreates? A child with exemplary learning ability and a pair of exceptionally observant eyes, apparently! The hereditary Vision you got from your father enables you to focus or scan an object or landscapes. With all the cues and information from your eyes, it seems that you're able to analyze and 'see' particular details of your object of interest in the form of numerical data. Due to the mainly passive nature of your quirk, you have to rely on the traditional weapons for offense, which might not be useful at all depending on your opponent's quirk. It's a plain and nonoffensive ability which isn’t so suited for a hero according to most people, but whatever - you’ll show those noobs the power of a gamer!

In other words, the information in 'Stats', ' Weapon Proficiency', 'Special Moves', and even the 'Affection' meter, are actually part of the MC's Quirk. This also means, the more you hone your Quirk, the more it could affect your gameplay. I'll talk about that on the Gameplay section below.

There is one thing that’s kind of related to the MC's Quirk and I wanted to clarify. Bakugou did call you this in the demo, and yep, you might have guessed it: “crosshair eyes”. Reticle, crosshair, whatever you want to call it -- it’s that symbol you usually see in the center of your screen whenever you play FPS games. This is the only physical feature of the player's character that I specified (and yes, canonically, Hatsume has a pair of similar looking eyes in the original work). In relation to this, the icon for ‘activating’ your Quirk matches the same symbol.

Gameplay

Introducing: Stats, Special Moves, and Video Games!

Stats

There are 5 basic Stats for all of the characters in the game (brownie points if you recognize where they're taken from!): Speed, Technique, Power, Intelligence, Cooperativeness.

Your own Stats start off low, but you will be able to increase it by doing various activities, such as studying, playing games, winning on Heroics lessons, going to certain places, etc. Different activities raises different Stat, and you're free to choose which particular Stat you want to develop.

What are Stats being used for?

Certain Stat will increase a certain character’s affection, though it won’t be as much as if you hang out with that character.

There are certain places which you can only unlock when a specific Stat reaches a certain point. I’ll talk about hang out places and characters’ schedules in another post.

Weekly one-on-one training matches in Heroics lessons will test a specific Stat or Special Moves each time. Depending on who you chose to become your opponent, that specific Stat will determine the outcome of that match. On one hand, winning these matches can increase your Stat, but on the other hand, there are also special events you could possibly unlock when you lose. Again, I’ll probably talk more in detail about this in another post, since I still don't have the coding part down, so things might change.

Special Moves

Every hero has a Special Move in this universe, and so does the player’s character! While they might not be as flashy as All Might’s iconic United States of Smash, some of your Special Moves will have a direct effect on the gameplay. For example, a certain Special Move could unlock more answer choices for certain scenarios. Another Special Move could be activated to give you hints on how many affection points will be added to a character for the available choices.

You have a total of 5 unlockable Special Moves, and it will be up to you to use this feature: do you spend your time trying to unlock all of it in hope to make your gameplay easier, or ignore them completely in favor of balancing your Stats while pursuing the affection of your chosen love interest? It’s your choice!

(More brownie points for you if you got the reference in that picture lol)

Another use for Special Moves would be in the Heroics lessons, seeing as it might test how your Special Move fares against the opponent you picked.

Video Games

I would say that this particular element plays quite a big role in this game, since the MC learns and develops themselves by playing games. While you do have a set of games which you’ve owned, you’re able to purchase new games from the Video Game store. I would recommend doing this, as there are some neat ones which will help you greatly in your playthrough. But if you're not interested to explore them, that's fine too!

Each video game has a different effect, and it’s up to you to discover them! Or, perhaps, you could unlock a Special Move that allows you to know what effect each of the game has? 😉

What are Video Games being used for?

Most games will only increase specific Stat(s), but there are also others that can unlock Special Moves.

There is one game which helps you to unlock Stats or Special Moves of your classmates, which you can use in the Heroics lesson to pick a suitable opponent based on your current Stats.

In addition to all that, there are 2P games which require more than one person to play, and you could play them with your romance target when they’re available. On top of building your Cooperativeness, choosing the right answers during the gaming session will increase that character's affection.

Others

The basic functions behind some activities like studying, buying video games, and playing video games are done. I will probably move on to code the functions handling the Heroics lesson’s battles and the behind-the-scenes of when the player chooses to go to certain places.

I've also finished the two main custom screens, which is the Quirk and Games page. If I have time and the motivation, I'm guessing I'll be adding the two other additional screens I had thought of doing. We'll see.

Assets

This part is my nightmare, because I’m a perfectionist who’s far too picky when gathering resources…

But no assets = no game, so I did find several assets which I did like. This includes backgrounds, audios, background musics, and some sprites I was planning to use for developing the phone call function. I’m not going to list down all the things I found here, because I don’t think any of you would be interested in a long-ass list, but here’s an amazing background picture which I stumbled upon searching the dark abyss that is the internet:

Full credits to the artist: https://arsenixc.artstation.com/

Writing

I would have to say there isn't too much progress on this side yet, but I did decide on some story elements I want to insert into the game and scripted in a few scenes for the first day. I also managed to code in the dialogs for some common activities / places, like the video game store and a small part of school lunch time.

Honestly, I should probably create a sheet to identify how many scenes I would have to write? So all of us know the progress for this part of the development? ..... Let's see how it goes when my OCD flares up...

Disclaimers

All assets included in the devlogs are not mine, and credits to the asset owners / websites will be included in the game! My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia ⓒ Horikoshi Kouhei

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #heroaka #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #wnha #devlog

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demivampirew · 4 years ago

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 43

Previous Chapters in the masterlist

Triggers: talking about sex (no smut!); talking about bullying (besides that lots of fluff ♥)

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A/N: in this chapter I talked about Jersey’s Battle of Flowers Parade; here’s a link if you want to see it https://www.facebook.com/JerseyBattleofFlowers/videos/272534963369073/

Walking with Henry while he grabbed your hand in the cold night with all the gorgeous colourful Christmas lights around Jersey's city streets was a dream.

Since the shops were open until later than usual, you decided to do the present shopping at that time so his nephews and niece would not see the gifts.

The only present you bought in London was a Channel dress that you saw Marianne liked on Facebook and comment on the photo saying that she adore that dress. Since his family was so big, it would have been impossible for you to carry all the presents on the plane.

Henry was right, the winter nights in Jersey were beautiful. He told you about the Jersey Battle of Flowers Christmas Parade that happened every year on the streets of St. Helier, but unfortunately, it's been cancelled this year due to covid-19.

Back at his parents' house, your boyfriend's mom received you with a cup of hot chocolate and coffee for him. While Charlie's kids were sleep, the adults enjoyed a nice chat about pasts family Christmas' celebrations. Heather and you chuckled when you heard Colin tell the story of when he found twelve-year-old Henry and his little brother reading Playboy magazine, which he bought from a schoolmate, who stole it from his dad - needless to say, Henry wanted the earth to swallow him up. You caressed his face and kissed him on the cheek to make him feel least embarrassed, but you could see that he was still red as a tomato. Maybe it could have helped if you told him that both your ex's brother and mother caught you on the act but you chose not to tell that story just in case, especially not in front of his parents.

The men left the room to the computer room where they wanted to watch a new online game Charlie was playing. Heather left to bed and Marianne and you stayed looking at old family photo albums. You laughed out loud after seeing a photo of your man when he was 7 dressed up as Batman, his mom chuckled and made you promise no to tell anyone that you saw that picture. You could see that they were pretty close since the album was full of photos of all of them together.

A picture stood up from the rest. A little chubby kid smiling, filled with happiness. It was hard to describe what was so special about that photo, but that what it was, special, a treasure. Your fingers stroke the picture and Marianne looked at you with a smile.

- I love that photo too.-she admitted. - He was so little and cute.- you commented. - He hates it.- she replied shaking her head. - Why? It's beautiful! - you asked confused. - He was a little overweight and kids made fun of him so he dislikes most of his photos from that era.- she explained sadly. You couldn't blame him, after all, you were teased from your looks as well and hated your photos for that. You sighed. How much bullying can affect the life of a person? He always says kids are kids and that he doesn't hold a grudge on anyone, and he's right, but that doesn't mean that it's ok and things should change.

You respected the rule you set the first time you were there for the Durrell Challenge of not having sex on his parent's house. Instead, you cozy up and pressed your head against his hairy chest as he hugged you. It could be 0°C and you would still be warm by being pressed against his hot body. Softly, making sure not to wake him up, you caressed his face. He was so beautiful.

When was the last time you celebrated a Christmas with your family? Probably when you were 10 or so, you couldn't remember it. No one on your family really cared about the holidays and you pretended to be like them, but always desired a big family celebration and that's what you got after a long time.

The house was full of people and life. All of Henry's brothers were there with their kids and Henry's aunt as well. All the kids running around and playing. You spent some time playing with the little ones and Heather and then shared cool stories about your music work with the teens -knowing rockstars like Slash gained you a lot of points with them, especially with Thomas. Delicious food, cheerful music and laughter filled the house. There was no sadness that day, only happiness. The next morning, you got up and found a lot of present for you: Henry got you a box filled with stationery (cute pens, markers, brush pens for calligraphy and lots of beautiful washi tapes) - he knew how much you loved journaling, so he spied on your stationery to make sure he could get you things you didn't have. Kal got you a beautiful silver bracelet with the date you and Henry met engraved on it. His niece made a cute drawing of you two together. All the gifts were marvellous, but one stood up from the rest. A present Marianne got you and made sure no one saw it because it was the first time she had done this: in a photo mark, it was the picture of Henry you loved. You looked at her with watery eyes as you put the photo close to your heart and hugged it.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #demivampirew

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kpopfanfictionhoe · 5 years ago

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Drunken Jealousy

Hyung Line Maknae Line

Jungkook is an evil cupid and loves medaling especially when he knows his hyungs will be happier for it. What will happen when he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: none really just kissing and fluff with angst if you use a magnifying glass

Pouting Namjoon walks into his studio going straight for his mini fridge and grabbing a bottle of vodka and Sprite then a glass out of the drawer. Pouring himself a drink he tries to control all of the emotions raging inside. He rarely feels these types of emotions it’s just seeing you laughing and giggling with someone else that’s not him just made him feel sad and insecure. Maybe a bit jealous as well but not really. No he’s not jealous, but he can't believe it you barely glanced at him. All you seemed to care about is kicking Jungkook's butt at video games. You guys taking a shot if you lose the game.

Since both of you have been playing for hours changing the game several times throughout. Both of you had been reduced to giggling messes because of the alcohol. Laughing while shoving each other back and forth to try and make the other lose. Snacks and empty cups of ramen on the coffee table in front of you guys. You guys had just ordered pizza it looked as if you guys were a couple, but you did invite him to play and eat pizza. He declined not wanting to ruin your guys fun. Namjoon shakes his head right now he sounds like a jealous boyfriend, but he's not your boyfriend well not yet. Namjoon is just waiting for the right time. He's been friends with you for a few years now and has also liked you for a few years now but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have a plan. He really does he just hasn't been able to execute it. Now it’s like you want to be with Jungkook. Which isn’t a bad thing because Namjoon isn’t jealous. Okay maybe he is a bit jealous but he doesn't get to see you often. He is usually busy kinda like he was this morning when you came by to hang out. He hadn’t expected Jungkook to volunteer to hang out with you while Namjoon worked. At the time he was grateful for Jungkook, but now he’s…...well dammit he is NOT JEALOUS. He is happy that his two good friends are getting along so well. It’s not like Jungkook wouldn’t be a good boyfriend to you.

So immersed in his thoughts staring at the blank screen of his computer Namjoon doesn’t realize that you had just walked into the studio holding a box of pizza. You didn’t want Namjoon to be all alone. He already spends enough time alone. Setting the pizza box down on the table you walk over to where Namjoon is sitting at his desk. Leaning down close to him.

“Hey I brought pizza.” you say still leaning down you don’t notice that his computer screen is blank though. Your slightly drunk gaze is focused on his neck. So thick it makes you wonder what else on this gorgeous man is thick. You can’t help it before he can even react to your statement about the pizza you kiss his neck.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon says turning quickly eyes wide in surprise what you don’t notice is the faint smirk on his face

“I was…...I thought that you…..nevermind it was stupid….I’m sorry” you stutter putting your hand against your now throbbong head. Embarrassed you run out of his studio not wanting to make an even bigger fool of yourself. Jungkook had spent all day talking to you trying to get you to confess your feelings to Namjoon saying that you would feel better and that he probably has the same feelings. What a big load of crap. You storm of to where Jungkook is eating pizza to give him a piece of your mind. Out of all the tricks he could play this one is the worst yet. You are standing in front of him your pointer finger ready.

“Y/n wait.” Namjoon says grabbing your wrist turning you to face him.

"I…." seemingly to deciding he doesn't want to hear your unspoken apology he kisses you.

His hand moves from your wrist to your hip pulling you closer to him. It's a commanding kiss one that you instantly give into. All the world ceases to exist. His lips on yours, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, the scent of his lotion that he loves to use and the warmth of his body are the only things that matter to you.

Loud clapping breaks you both out of your trances. Looking over you see Jungkook stand up looking a little like the Cheshire cat with a big smile on his face.

"Looks like my work here is done. Don't screw it up hyung." Jungkook says passing Namjoon and disappearing down the hallway.

"What just happened? you ask now completely confused

"I honestly don't know y/n, but I'm also not mad about it. Whatever he thinks he did made it possible for you to be in my arms. So I'm not going to complain." Namjoon says kissing your forehead

"Although I do think we should talk about how we feel about each other." He says with a smile on his face.

Who knew that you could dance like that Jimin certainly hadn't. Your body practically screamed sex as your hips swayed back and forth on the dance floor. From your outfit which consisted of a small pair of shorts that barely covered your ass and a see through crop top with a black lace bra underneath. It was the boots though those thigh high boots that really pulled the entire outfit together. When Jimin had first seen you it took everything in him not to drop to his knees and worship your body the way he has been dreaming about since he met you. Those legs over his shoulders as he makes you scream his name from the pleasure he gives you. He would bet hard cash that your lips taste as sweet as they look.

If just seeing you like this makes him feel like his world is going to explode he wonders about how it would feel to be balls deep inside you hearing your moans and whimpers. His name falling from your lips in soft sighs and pleasure filled screams. Would you rather he take you hard and fast from behind or slow and steady with heated kisses. He really shouldn't be thinking these things though to your his best friend. This is also a public place and in these pants anyone would be able to clearly see how aroused he is. Wait are you dancing with Jungkook. Jimin's eyes go wide at the scene before him. Jungkook had come in from behind you and started to dirty dance with you. His hands gripping your hips guiding your movements. He had pictured himself doing the same thing more than once when you would try and copy choreography. It had always made him laugh but now it seems like you actually know what you are doing.

Jimin has to force himself to look away clenching his jaw. He raises his hand for the bartender ordering cherry vodka on the rocks. He needs alcohol especially if you guys go further than just dancing. He can't bare thinking about another person kissing you or touching you. He downs the vodka loving the burn it's a much needed relief. So he tells the bartender to keep them coming hoping to rid himself of the image of you with Jungkook. Turning back around he watches as you laugh at something Jungkook said.

"You know Jimin is staring at you right now. Wishing that he was me." Jungkook whispers into your ear making you laugh

"Stop messing with me Jungkook it's not nice. You know how much I like Jimin" You say to him pushing him slightly

"I'm serious y/n look." Jungkook says nodding over to where Jimin is leaning back against the bar staring at you with a sadness in his eyes.

You look over locking eyes with Jimin. At first he looks like a puppy, but the longer your gazes stay connected the more you see desire in his eyes as a smirk appears on his face. The look he gives you seems to go straight to your clit as if he is actually touching you. He tilts his head towards the exit.

"You might as well go. I don't want to be on his bad side." Jungkook says before walking over to the bar. No one sees it but the satisfied smirk he has on his lips speaks volumes.

You walk towards Jimin following him out to the parking lot. He stops at his car leaning against it. His head cocked to the side with a big smirk plastered on his lips. You walk until you are a foot away from him. He takes his hand putting it under your chin using his thumb to rub your cheek before he leans in.

"Did you like dancing with him y/n?" He asks lips so close to yours that you feel his breath hitting the side of your face

"Not as much as I love dancing with you." You say hoping that he will like your answer.

"Good." Is all he says before his lips are on yours. Spinning you both around he pushes you up against his car. The kiss is rough and demanding but his hand slowly trailing up the inside of your thigh practically kills you.

"Uhh guys your my ride." Namjoon says standing off to the side cheeks red from embarrassment

"We will continue this conversation later." Jimin says leaning his head against your shoulder. He nips at your ear before he straightens up fishing his keys out of his pocket.

"Y/n you should drive." Jimin says giving you the keys

Taehyung couldn't believe it. Well actually he could believe it. You are the nicest person he knows. You get along with everyone and when you give advice it's always without judgement. When Taehyung had become friends with you he had been in a dark place. You had brought a light back into his life. Now it seems that everyone else can see that same light. As he watches you laugh with Jungkook, Yoongi and Jin. The game you all had chosen was poker. Instead of money the anti takes the form of salty and sweet snacks. Taehyung had left to get more strawberry wine coolers. The sweet flavor overpowered that of the alcohol making it easier for him to drink.

He walks back into the room carrying two cases of six packs. What he walks in on makes him drop both cases. Jungkook was leaning towards you his thumb on your lip. Jin and Yoongi where laughing in the background, but Taehyung's focus was on Jungkook's hand on your lip. At the sound of the bottles falling everyone turned their heads towards Taehyung. Embarrassment fills Taehyung and he walks from the room quickly going to his bedroom. He needs to get away from you and Jungkook. The thought of you both together was just too much.

Your head snaps towards the sound of glass breaking. Looking up you see Taehyung standing in the doorway. His mouth had fallen slightly agape and his eyes looked like that of a puppy. When he walks from the room without saying a word you get worried. You have never seen Taehyung so quiet and he had been quiet all night. Why hadn't you notice before? Feeling like a horrible friend you get up running after him. Going to his room you knock on the door.

"Go away." Taehyung says when he hears the knock. He knows that his reaction was less than satisfactory, but damn it he really likes you and can't stand the thought of you with someone else.

You hear a faint go away, but you don't listen you slowly open the door seeing Taehyung sitting on the edge of his bed his head in his hands.

"Are you okay Taehyung? What happened out there?" you ask closing the door so you two have some privacy. You hear a faint whisper from him but you can't decipher what he says.

"Taehyung I don't know what you are saying can you please talk a bit louder? I want to help you. I don't know why you seem so sad." you say sitting next to him on the bed

"I said do you like Jungkook y/n?" Taehyung says anger in his voice as his head snaps up. His eyes accusing as they stare at you.

"What are you talking about Taehyung?" You say wondering if the young man had lost his mind

"You know what I'm talking about! You two were all over each other out there!" Taehyung shouts standing up walking over to the other side of the room.

"Taehyung I only see Jungkook as a friend. I like you not him. Although right now I think you might have lost your head." you say smiling looking up at him

"Wait...what? You like me? You really like me?" Taehyung says in a tiny voice reminding you of a child

Instead of answering you stand up. Walking over to him you place your hand on his cheek smiling up at him before going up on your toes kissing his lips. In what you would consider to be the sweetest kiss that you have ever experienced. He wraps his arms around you hugging you before breaking the sweet kiss putting his head on your shoulder.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words leave your lips." Taehyung says in a soft voice hugging you even tighter

"Let's go back out there and finish the game. I have several bags of chips I am going to win when I beat all of you." You laugh hoping to bring up his spirits

"Alright let's go we can share our winnings." Taehyung says with a kiss to your forehead. He takes your hand as you both head back into the dining room

Jungkook knows this game his hyungs are playing. He basically invented it, but here he is falling straight into their trap. Watching you dance in a outfit Taehyung had helped you pick out. Ripped skinny black jeans that hugged your ass perfectly. A long sleeve black shirt that hugged every curve. Your hair looked so soft and makeup on point. You looked lethal and every man in the room had noticed you as soon as you walked in the door, but had you noticed no. You were completely oblivious to the stares of all the men in the room. It was karaoke night and all of his closest friends and their friends had shown up wanting to have a fun night. Jungkook on the other hand was getting rather annoyed at everyone constantly watching you. He was also watching you which made sitting down quite uncomfortable.

He wasn't going to let his hyungs win though. He likes you, but he knows you don't feel the same way. He isn't like his hyungs he can tell when a girl likes him and you just see him as a friend. He is okay with that or so he thought as he watches Hobi hyung offer to let you sit on his lap since there weren't anymore chairs. You laugh and sit on his lap not noticing how every guy in the freaking place wishes that they were Hoseok. Jungkook takes a deep breath clenching his jaw this isn't going to work. He isn't going to fall for this game. That is until Hoseok pulls you further into hugging you from behind. If they are going to force his hand it will be on his terms with a plan in place Jungkook stands up walking over to you.

"Come on let's blow this popsicle stand y/n." Jungkook says offering you his hand

"Okay Jungkook." You say seeing that Jungkook obviously means business. He isn't smiling and he hasn't smiled much at all tonight now that you think about it.

Once outside Jungkook notices that you shiver from the cold evening air. Pulling off his hoodie he hands it to you.

"Put it on y/n I don't want you to get a cold and before you refuse we both know how cold you always are." Jungkook says holding the jacket open for you.

You roll your eyes knowing that Jungkook is right. You slip on his oversized hoodie laughing when it reaches your knees. On Jungkook it was big yet stylish, but on you it looked like you were wearing a dress. When you look up you see a smile on Jungkook's face for the first time that night. Smiling back at him you grab his hand waiting for him to lead the way.

It feels as if Jungkook's heart has skipped a beat when you took his hand into your own. Staring at your linked hands he wonders if maybe he was wrong. Deciding right away that he will tell you how he feels he walks forward grinning as you fall instep with him.

When you guys get to the gas station by the park. You both get ramen and a hot chocolate. Walking back to the park you guys sit across from each other at a picnic table. You both fall into a peaceful silence while eating and looking out at the park. Until Jungkook clears his throat.

"I want to tell you something important y/n. I like you a lot and I want to know if you would like to go out on a date and maybe even be my girlfriend. I understand if you don't want to and I'm okay with being just friends, but I think you should know how I feel." Jungkook says not being able to look at you he looks down at his hands afraid of your answer.

"I like you too Jungkook. I would really like to be your girlfriend Kooks." You say watching him look up with the brightest smile on his face.

The rest of the night is spent with stolen kisses and looks of love shared. When the sun starts to rise you both decide to head to your home. With the promise of a new beginning.

Author’s note: I’m sorry it’s so late I had to get my computer fixed. Hope you guys enjoy it.

#bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader

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btsrmono · 5 years ago

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Trial & Error | chapter 9

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 8

You were finally able to catch up with Riley and Mariana back at home when Riley called you on Facetime. They told you about everything that happened back home at your now former school. All about whose dating who, which teacher got fired, who got into fights and more. You laughed, thinking about the culture difference now that you thought about it.

"It's so funny," you spoke. "Nothing really scandalous happens here in Korea, like, you'll never really see anyone getting into fist fights in the middle of the hallways or locker rooms."

"Boo, sounds boring to me!" Mariana joked. "I need me some drama, that shit is interesting as hell."

"Honestly," Riley agreed, as you all laughed in union. "So what about you and Ryan, have you two been talking since you've moved?"

"Oh, that's dead," you answered. "We pinky swore and everything but life happens, ya know."

Mariana giggled. "Sis, we have not spoken to that man since you've left either. You know he's dating Jessica now?"

You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the reminder. You and Jessica never really got along. She was always trying to steal Ryan from you when you lived there and now she finally got him. "Yeah, I saw on Instagram. It's okay though, hope she enjoys my sloppy seconds."

"Damn girl, you're better than her anyway, don't stress."

"You are," Riley said, nodding her head. "This is true."

"Oh please, I'm not worried, I’m over him anyway."

Just then, there was a knock on your door, cutting off what you were about to say next. Your mom walked in. "You have some friends here, hun," she said.

You nodded, then turned back to the camera, wondering who it could be. "Hey, I'll talk to you guys later."

"Okay, love you," they both said, you saying it right back before hanging up.

Right after, your mom walked away as both Heejin and Kayla walked through, saying hello. You had completely forgotten that it was Friday and you invited them over to study for an upcoming test.

"Oh my god, hey you guys," you spoke. "I'm sorry, I totally forgot we were supposed to do this."

"It's alright," they laughed, making themselves comfortable and finding a seat on your floor.

"We bought food!" Heejin declared, holding up a bag, then proceeding to take out a box of teok and kimbap.

"What an angel," you hawked. "I'll go get us some drinks, be right back." They nodded their heads and began to talk amongst themselves as you walked out of the room and into the kitchen where your mom was washing dishes.

"I didn't know you were having company," she spoke.

You opened the fridge, grabbing cans of Sprite and bottled water. "Lowkey, I didn't either."

She chuckled. "Tell your friends they're welcomed to come over at any time."

You were taken a back as you were closing the fridge. "Wait, really?" Usually your mom was against you having most of your friends over that weren't Riley or Mariana so this was new to you.

"Yes, y/n. I know you must feel lonely so if it helps..."

"Gee, thanks I guess."

She reassured you that she cares about you and you thanked her, walking away. The special treatment was only due to guilt but that was another discussion for another day.

"I didn't know you were rich," Kayla said in awe once you got back.

You laughed, closing the door and handing them the drinks. "My dad got a promotion," you explained. "It's the whole reason we're even here. The apartment was given to him by his firm."

"So, basically, you're rich."

"Ha, yeah right. Not me, my parents."

"Which means you," Heejin laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's get to work," you said. They both agreed and you guys worked diligently on your homework and studies for Physics and Maths, even down to quizzing each other with flash cards. To you, this was the kind of stuff that made school work fun sometimes.

After you were all done studying, you guys decided to just chill, eating the rest of the food as music played on Heejin's laptop in the background. "I want to do that so bad," she said, watching the video of some girl group.

"What, dance?" you asked.

"Please, she wants to do way more than that," Kayla stated. "This girl wants to be an idol."

You looked at Heejin shockingly as she still stared at her computer screen, watching Blackpink's every move. "Wait, seriously?" you wondered. Still focusing on the video but pouting, Heejin shook her head, confirming this.

“She has this really big audition tomorrow and she's nervous as hell, all she’s been doing is watching dance practices.”

“Kayla!” Heejin said in an annoyed tone. “I didn’t want anybody to know that. If I fail, I want to fail in private.”

“Ma’am, you are going to fail if you don’t do some practicing tonight,” she barked back, making Heejin’s jaw drop.

“Hey, if what I say means anything, I think you’ll do great,” you defended.

Heejin raised her arms in disbelief. “At least someone has faith in me. It’d be nice if my best friend did too.”

Kayla giggled, dropping her shoulders a bit as you laughed at them. “Girl, I was kidding. I know you’ll nail it.” Kayla then turns to you, a thought popping into her head. “Y/n, you should come with us.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Come where, to her audition?” It had been a while since you’ve done that with a friend. She nodded her head, yes. You looked at Heejin. “Would you be okay with that?”

Heejin thought on it for a second, looking back at her laptop, in deep thought again. “Yeah, I’m okay with it,” she responded, clicking on another dance practice video to watch. “I could use some extra support, I guess.”

You laughed to yourself, silently thinking about how shocked you still were with this new information about Heejin. Kayla saw you giggling and asked why.

“I just never thought Heejin, of all people, would want to be a K-pop idol.”

Heejin looked back at you again, slightly pouting. “I’ve always wanted to, actually. I just never thought it was realistic until our school clashed with SOPA and suddenly, I was actually surrounded by people I idolized,” she explained, beginning to sit up so that she could be in a more comfortable position. “Being around them everyday made me realize that they’re one hundred percent normal people too, they just made their dream possible with hard work and dedication. They’ve inspired me to want to do what I’ve always wanted. See, I was always taught to focus on my school work, my parents want me to be the best of the best. The only reason I go to this international school anyway is because my parents want me to familiarize myself with the English language. They’re sending me to Yale next year.”

Although she was frowning, you still couldn't help but to feel happy for her. “You got accepted into Yale? Heejin, that’s a big deal! Congratulations.” That’s more so how you saw her if you were being truthful. It’s not that she didn’t look like a K-pop idol, you thought she was beautiful. But for as long as you had been around her, she definitely came off more as the strict, straight A student type.

“Thanks, but it’s not what I want,” she whispered, looking down at her hands. “If I get accepted to this company tomorrow, then I’ll make it my goal to be the best trainee and idol there is and I won’t have to move abroad.” She started to smile at just the thought of it before she quickly went right back to looking somber upon the thought of her other option. “But if I don’t make it... I’ll just take it as a sign and stay in school. Do what my parents want, you know? I’m only giving this one shot.”

The room grew silent for a while, neither you or Kayla knowing what to say. All you could feel was bad for Heejin. You were starting to realize just how important this was to her and what that audition could possibly mean for her future.

Slowly, Kayla put her hand on Heejin’s shoulder. “Sis, you got this. I’ve seen you dance, I’ve seen you sing. You’re gonna kill it tomorrow.”

You shook your head, agreeing. “I’m sure you’ll get picked for just your visuals alone,” you joked, making Heejin laugh but you could see it in her face that she was starting to get overwhelmed thinking about it. “Let’s all practice together,” you suggested, getting Kayla to take a double look at you, shocked.

“Really?” she questioned.

You shook your head, yes. You were positive that you wanted to help Heejin overcome this and go into that audition with positive vibes only. “Heejin can pick the song.” You smiled at her, ready to have fun.

By the looks of it, this made her really happy. She grabbed her laptop and turned to the video she wanted you guys to help her practice. You guys danced and singed for hours until you all decided it was time to take a Netflix and snack break. To which, of course, resulted in you guys eventually falling asleep by accident, as it was 1AM at that point. But regardless of the outcome, to Heejin, you and Kayla helped shake the nerves off and for that, she was grateful.

A/N: Poor Heejin! smh. Unfortunately, no Jimin or Taehyung this chapter but this chapter plays into future chapters. They will be back very soon tho. Also! find out if Heejin makes it or not. I’ll upload again in a few hours, stay tuned! <3

PART 10

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maarmendes · 4 years ago

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Assistant #1

Member: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) Genre: Angst; Fluff Word Count: 2184 Summary: After so long together, Hoseok and his assistant have become closer than ever. Unfortunately for them, there will always be someone trying to ruin something perfectly good.

A/N: this is another one of my “it happened once in a dream” shortstories I wrote years ago, again sorry if it’s cringe worth lmao

It was just another day for me. My daily routine was the same as it has been for the last couple of years.

Wake up, eat, get to work, check his schedule, meet him, help him, be by his side.

Some would say my routine is pretty much "eat, work and sleep", but they haven't met him yet. Working as his assistant is like being his best friend. I just have to help him, feed him, and keep him company. It's more like I've adopted a puppy, actually... and somehow get paid for it! As usual, I arrived earlier at the photoshoot and took my time double-checking everything and making sure they were prepared for when he arrived. I was checking his schedule for the day when I heard screams outside. Someone must have leaked the location of the photoshoot and some fans were waiting for him to arrive.

I rushed to meet him at the door, his bodyguards hiding him from the crowd outside.

"Hobi! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry! If I knew this would happen I-" He cut me off, swinging his arm around my shoulders.

"Did you publish something online about how you'd meet me here today? No, you didn't! And I know that because I follow you on social media and you barely do anything, except retweet cat videos." He graced me with one of his perfect smiles and patted my head while I pouted at his very well-placed insult and mumbled something about him liking them too.

That's what made working for Hoseok so much fun. He treats everyone like a precious friend of his, especially the ones working closer to him. In the beginning I thought I was different from everyone else. He would treat me way too nicely. He'd lend me his jacket on cold days, give me a ride home on rainy days, buy me drinks when I had to stay in the studio with him for too long... But I brushed it off as me overthinking everything. I was probably putting myself on a stupid high horse for nothing.

I never asked for this job. I never even applied to it. My goal was to work close to well-known producers in order to learn from them and gain experience. I always wanted to make music but the company didn't take me seriously. They made me Hobi's assistant instead of letting me work in the studio. He needed help since he was getting really famous really fast, and that's where they put me.

At first, I was outraged. They thought I couldn't do it because I was a woman! But now I can't bring myself to leave...

Working for him became exactly what I wanted.

After the photoshoot we had a few hours to rest and eat before the soundcheck for Hobi's concert. It was the first concert of his tour around Asia, and, if it went well, we could begin the preparation for his first world tour! I couldn't help myself from staring at him, filled with pride for everything he had accomplished.

"You're quiet and staring at me... Have you finally realized you're in love with me?"

A smirk grew on his face as my love-filled stare, turned into a glare.

"I was having a moment here... Thank you for ruining that." He chuckled and kept eating his noodles. "By the way, eating out was a great idea! We could call it a celebration and you should let me treat you."

"No way! You buy me stuff all the time! I'm treating you." He said stubbornly with a mouth full. I leaned in and wiped his mouth for him.

"Alright, alright! No need to spit food out to make a point."

A victorious smile grew on his face as he realized I had finally let him buy me a meal.

We ate in a comfortable silence and soon made our way to the concert venue. I organized our arrival to be as discreet as possible, but when we arrived, we were still met with fans waiting by the entrance. I took a mental note to complain about these information leaks later.

The bodyguards did their best to hold the fans back, even if they greatly outnumbered them. Soon it became hard to walk as people tried to circle Hoseok. I suddenly felt a hand pull my arm and pulling in. Looking up, I saw Hobi already looking back at me with a concerned look. I smiled at him, hoping I could ease his worries as he pulled me through the crowd.

I could hear some fans questioning me, asking who I was and why was I so close to J-Hope. Others would simply call me filthy names. I was used to it - it never really bothered me - but I knew Hoseok hated it. I could feel his hand tightening around my wrist, and I knew he'd apologize for days because of this. I smiled to myself at how predictable he had become and leaned closer to him.

Once inside, he didn't let go. I knew he was feeling bad so I placed my hand gently over his, rubbing my thumb on it.

"Hobi, it's okay. You can let go now, I'm fine!" I gave him a bright smile once he turned to face me, but he wasn't buying it.

"You always say that, but it shouldn't be okay! You should be angry at me-"

"No, I should not." I stopped him. "I don't care about it. So go, do the things you do and be awesome! I'll be here when you're done. With snacks." He graced me a soft smile before messing my hair.

"You make it sound like I'm not always awesome!" He finally lets go of my hand and starts making his way to the dressing room. "Buy me Sprite!" He called over his shoulder before disappearing down another corridor.

I felt bad for lying to him... Obviously, all those mean comments would hurt anyone, but I couldn't let him worry about this. Not now, at least.

I decided it would be best to grab some fresh air before the concert. I just had to be back in an hour, so I decided to walk for a while to find a nice coffee place to work in for a while. A few emails, calls, and reports later, it was time for me to go back. As I arrived at the venue entrance, I noticed something was missing... My staff card.

I had no ID on me. I could've sworn I put it in my jacket... but it was gone.

"I'm gonna get scolded so hard for this..." but I had to call someone to come get me.

Hoseok was obviously busy, so I tried calling some staff members until one of the sound engineers picked up and came for me. I apologized a million times and promised I'd treat him to a meal later, then I bolted towards the dressing room. I was already late as it was and I wanted to see Hobi before his performance.

The door's open, so maybe he-

"I can't believe you did that! How is she going to get back without her card?"

I stopped by the open door. Female staff were gossiping and laughing among themselves.

"I hope she doesn't. She's so clingy... It's so annoying!"

"Why do you even bother? She's not worth it."

"She's a nuisance." She scoffed. "We should be the ones close to him and yet she's always there! We dress him and everything and yet she's the only one close to him. That's so stupid!"

"At least we get to be alone with him now."

The girls kept squealing and gossiping about how attractive Hoseok was. I knew I shouldn't have eavesdropped, and it's not like I care about what they say about me, but...

Was I a nuisance?

Was I annoying to Hobi?

Maybe he wanted to invite someone else for lunch...

or to keep him company at the studio...

but I was in the way...

Maybe... Was I always in his way?

Something burned in my chest. I didn't want Hobi to think of me like that. I unconsciously held my hand against my chest. Suddenly, someone walked past me and I jumped. Hoseok walked into the dressing room and closed the door.

Did he not see me?

Or maybe... he didn't even notice me?

I shook those bad feelings away and decided it would be better to go watch his performance. He'd be fine anyway. After all he's J-hope!

Before long the show was over and, as always, Hobi gave an amazing performance. After years of watching him, I knew he'd complain about failing here and there but, if he could see himself on stage, he'd know how amazing he actually was. I walked as fast as I could towards his dressing room but found it empty. No staff. No Hobi. I started getting worried as I asked around but no one seemed to have seen him after he left the stage.

Something wasn't right...

He'd always run back and ask how he did. He never disappeared like this!

After a few minutes of running around looking for him, I spotted him on the bleachers. He had his head on his hands and didn't seem alright at all.

"Hobi?" I called out softly as I walked closer to him. "What's the matter? What happened? Are you hurt?"

He tilted his head up to look at me, tears threatening to fall down his face. I'd never seen him like this.

"I'm sorry... it's my fault."

"What are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong!" I sat beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing softly to comfort him.

"I did! I made your life a living hell!" He inhaled sharply, trying to hold in his tears. "People mistreat you! They call you names and they play these stupid pranks on you! And... And-"

"Hoseok!" I held his face, making him look me in the eyes. "That's not your fault and I don't care about them."

"Like hell you don't!" He pushed my hands away. "I saw you! You heard them and you just..." He showed me such a pain-filled expression I wish I'd never see on him. "Stood there!" He took a deep breath to calm himself. "I know it hurts you. And I know you do it for me!"

Confusion filled my mind as I stared at him, not understanding where he was getting at.

"I know you don't want to work with me..." He sighed. "I overheard some producers talking about how you tried to work with them but no one took you seriously. You're being forced to work for me." He dropped his head back onto his hands. "You probably hate me..."

I punched his shoulder has hard I could bring myself to. "Are you stupid?!"

He stared at me wide-eyed.

"I work for you because I like it! Like hell I'd let someone play me like that! Yes, I do want to be a producer. But no, I don't hate working for you. I love it! I always feel guilty for having so much fun!" I scoffed. "You make it feel like I'm just hanging out with you all the time." I wiped a stubborn tear away, hoping he didn't notice. "You're such an idiot... We both are. You're worried about me and I'm worried about you."

"You're worried about me?" We were both looking at the floor. Afraid to face each other.

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath and smiled at him. "When I hear people talking, they always say I'm stuck like glue to you. It got me thinking that..." I looked away, mumbling lowly. "Maybe I bother you too much... and that I should-"

"You should stop being an idiot too." He interrupted and stared at me. "I want to be with you. And I want you to be with me." It was his turn to look away just when I noticed a slight blush on his cheeks, but he was brave enough to look back at me again before continuing. "I like it... I like that you're always there with me. I hate that you think otherwise."

We stared at each other for a while. It seemed like none of us knew what to say anymore or what anything we said meant. We fell into a comfortable silence, both digesting what happened, until he broke the silence.

"You don't hate me?"

"I don't think I could even if I tried." He gave me one of his smiles and I smiled back.

"I hate when you fake a smile at me. Your real smile is so much brighter." His comment won him a giggle as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Hobi?"

"Yes?"

"I forgot your Sprite."

He paused for a moment, staring deeply into my eyes with a serious look on his face before kissing my forehead and wrapping his arm around me.

"You're the worst assistant ever. I'm leaving you an awful yelp review."

"Asshole."

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tetrakys · 5 years ago

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Sweet Elite - Chapter 7

I reckon I’ve never done one of my big episode review for SE, so here I am, seat tight because there’s lots to unpack. Thus I’m putting everything under a cut.

Episode 6 left us with the meanest cliffhanger ever: we found out that Tadashi’s father has been arrested for colluding with the yakuza. Now we’re waiting in front of Lady Arlington’s office to learn about Tadashi’s destiny at the academy. When he finally comes out, he tells us that Lady A (unwillingly) asked him to start packing because unless he can prove he has no hand in his father’s illegal business, he has to leave.

Now, this part leaves me confused. First of all, no one not even Tadashi suggested that this might be a mistake and that his father is innocent. Aren’t people innocent until proven guilty? There’s been no trial yet. At the end of the episode we find out that there are many proofs against him and he sounds like a total asshole on the phone, so he is (almost certainly but you never know) guilty, still someone should have at least wondered about his innocence.

Also, Tadashi is a minor, fifteen/sixteen years old, he should not be under any scrutiny. Yes we know that he works with his father, but he’s still technically a kid in the eyes of the world. I understand the whispers and damages to his reputation, but I find it kinda absurd that he gets immediately kicked out of school, even if he’s there under “special circumstances”.

Anyway, we spend the whole episode talking with people about what they think about the situation and thinking about a way to help Tadashi. After talking with everyone, we meet Tadashi who shares with scholar about his situation and reveals that his parents are sort of blackmailing him into testify to his father’s behalf (he has pleaded not guilty). Apparently even though there are toooons of proofs including videos and witnesses, somehow Tadashi’s testimony is the key to his father’s freedom (?) Again, I am confused.

By the end of the episode, it seems that we are part of the Save-Tadashi squad which officially includes scholar, Karolina and Alistar, but Raquel also wants to help and Tegan has kinda been thrown into the mix by his sister, who asked him to hack Nakano’s Corp network (🙄 easy peasy right?)

I have to admit, I am not a big fan of this arc, it seems a little illogical from my point of view. But maybe that’s the point? We are normal people who identify with scholar who is a normal person surrounded by extraordinary people in an extraordinary environment. Maybe we are supposed to feel dumbfounded by everything that’s happening? I want to have faith in the team and believe that this story is going to make sense by the end.

I feel that the game is at a crossroad. I know there have been many changes this past year in the team and I really appreciate how they are all juggling life, school, work while at the same time making this amazing game. I bet it’s draining both mentally and physically.

This kinda reflects in the game, because the past two episodes have felt somehow rushed and not at the same level of the previous ones. Episode 7 is basically one objective: find out what people think about Tadashi’s situation. That’s it. Nothing happens in the plot and you spend your whole time just going back and forward trying to talk to people about what just happened. Considering that this is an otome game, you basically have one conversation with your crush and that’s it. I like talking with all the guys, but having one-on-one with everyone made more sense when we were trying to get to know them. I know that technically it has been just around one month or little more of school in-game, but we players wait months between one episode and the next, to just get one short conversation with the crush. Talking as someone who plays loooooooooots of otome games, I would find much more interesting if I could chose with whom to spend time, and spend the whole episode only with those few selected people, 10 LIs are too many to equally divide time with, you end up spending very little with each.

Now, I don’t want to sound like an ass, the game has these few problems that I think could be easily addressed, but it has also lots of potential.

I loved the previous art but I think they are finding their dimension with these new artists, the first look at the new sprites got me excited and the redraw of episode 6 illustrations and the one from episode 7 are really promising. I think they are all moving in the right direction.

Also, the main reason I play this game is neither the plot nor the art, but the writing. I LOVE how each charater is so different and well-characterised and just the way they talk to each other. The dialogues are funny and engaging and even scholar who is supposed to be a blank canvas, is actually a really cool and smart character and a pleasure to identify with.

So, here is the list of my favourite moments of the episode (which I’ve played twice so far, on Axel and Tegan’s routes):

Cheeky Tyler:

Tyler don’t make me fall for you! I already like your new sprite waaaay too much. Also, I’m already playing 4 routes, I can’t add a fifth!

Savage scholar:

The dude deserved it.

Flirty Raquel:

👀👀👀 So much sass... I love this girl!

Axel plagiarizing John Legend:

😂😂😂 babe this song already exists, changing a few words is not enough 😂

Scary Ellie:

This girl would be able to stab you with her trusty screwdriver while still sweetly smiling at you. ROLE MODEL.

Holding Alistair’s hands:

You too Alistar... stop acting so swoony, I can’t play anymore routes!

Now, the piece the resistance. What I really loved about this episode, is seeing how the writing changes according to the route you’re on. I love looking for all the little differences and, since I really love this game’s writing, I had a blast during the couple of minutes we got to spend with our crush.

As I said, I played only Axel’s and Tegan’s routes so far (I also play Tadashi’s and Karolina’s but I’m a few episodes behind).

Axel’s scene in the garden is to fall for. First of all, when you correctly guess that he has issues with his family, he simply tells you that he doesn’t have time to talk about it now if you’re not on his route. But if you have high infinity meter he also acts bashful and cute

I LOVE the fact that when he gets embarrassed and shy he also looks mad ❤, it almost seems like he can’t fathom why he’s feeling like this. Too cute! I hope this is going to be preserved in the new sprites.

And then, afterwards, when he complains he has to write a love song (makes me wonder what he’s written about so far) and doesn’t know how, he decide he’s going to look for some couples around the school to stalk/interrogate. But if you have high meter he basically serenades you 💕💕 I’M DEAD! Looks at scholar in the eyes and just starts creating the song on the spot.

I wonder how aware he is about his own feelings. What I would give for a change in POV!

Now... Tegan... my sweet dork... he’s such a sweetheart.

You meet him in the corridor, he’s in a rush and you apologise for being in his way. If you’re not on his route, he simply tells you that he can spare you a few moments. If you have a high meter instead, this is what happens:

Also, when you afterwards tell him that he is also a great friend, if you have low meter he simply thanks you and leaves. If you have high meter, scholar adds that he is kinda jealous of his friends and he gets flustered.

What do I have to do to smooch this cute stupid genius? If scholar doesn’t literally jump on him I bet he’s never going to make a move.

Anyway, these are all my thoughts about the episode. As I said, I have a few issues, but there’s also lots I liked. I trust the team and I’m sure the’re going to do great things in the future.

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