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sakuraharuno156 · 1 year ago

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Hi! So while normally I don't indulge in anti... I can't help it, it's fun XD People are so sensitive about some things, but anyway... I'm on board with you since I realized later in life that yeah, Sakura is absolutely brilliant and Hinata is... SO not. I can't say I enjoy her character one bit anymore after she's done nothing but disappoint me. BUT! What I wanted to let you know was something else that kinda pisses me off.

Now we know that it's obvious that Studio Bones and the animators have this insane and somewhat misogynistic favoritism towards Hinata (because's quiet, submissive and kind), given how much to flanderize Sakura's temper to make her look like that's all she is.

Well I think even whoever made the video games favor Hinata too. I used to play this old-ass game called Naruto: Ultimate Ninja 2. Very old lol but there were some joke/unique versions of characters.

Example: "Sealed Orochimaru" in reference to how he couldn't use any jutsu thanks to 3rd Hokage's Seal. And "Nine Tailed Naruto" with Naruto as the Nine Tailed Fox.

And then there's "Byakugan Hinata" I'm not kidding you, they have this... badass version of Hinata who is a competent fighter, has a strong disposition and seems to actually care about her status as a Hyuga. Even though in canon there hasn't been a single moment where Hinata's shown to be competent in fighting (she hasn't won a single battle in combat), strong (any bold moment was just so she could look cool in front of Naruto) or given a damn about her clan or her status given that she spends every moment on panels or screen gushing and thinking about Naruto.

Now here I am thinking... how pathetic is that?

That the creators of this game made up such a farfetched and dare I say fanfic-ed version of Hinata that you can find in any badly written fiction where Hinata is suddenly a badass when she's shown repeatedly in canon that she is NOT.

Hinata is no badass. She just isn't. I thought she had potential once upon a time, and then the fillers (which aren't canon) go out of their way to make her look badass when in canon, she isn't.

So it's not just the anime, the games were guilty of this too.

Okay I'm so sorry this got long lol, but I just thought it'd be neat to tell you this because it's a game many have forgotten because it IS pretty old lol. But... looking back on it, it disappoints me.

Sakura is the true badass female of Naruto. That's a fact.

Hey, there is nothing wrong with being an anti, as long as you are anti-fictional character and not anti-real preson, then you are good! 💕

So let me welcome you to the datk side, and let's go.

(BTW we clarified that it was supposed to say "studio pierrot", a mix-up, it happens ❤️)

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100% true and the worst part is that they don't see they do her an injustice.

Like studio pierrot made Hinata a healer:

But when it mattered she couldn't do anything, because she can't heal, so she looks just stupid.

Neji is dying? Better let him die. People are dying all around during war? Better not heal them because why would she? 🤷‍♀️

They made her meet Naruto when they were children in The Last:

But then Naruto at 12yo calls her a "weirdo" or in that translation "a freak who won'teven look me in the eye"?

They make it seem like "she was always there for Naruto", but when Naruto is thinking about his first bonds she's nowhere to be found?

And I tried to like Hinata too, I even talked about it here, so i understand, but she's such an awfull character to be shown to younger audience that it's painful.

She's selfish and rude, her whole life revolves around a boy, her whole ambition is to be with Naruto and to cook and clean for him.

And now to the games, I had to Google it, because I haven't played it, but:

This is another injustice towards her, because it hypes her character out to be strong and hype her potential just to leave her weak and without accomplishing a thing.

And don't get me wrong, I know that games are supposed to allow the player to decide who wins and who loses based on players skills, but...

That game came out in 2004, by then the manga was at the end of OG Naruto, so looking at how the games are trying to portray her, we (as viewers or players) can assume that she will be strong someday, and yet she never was.

We were led to believe that her father will see her as strong and with "great potential", but Hanabi is still the one that will be the head of Hyuga clan, and Neji was the one who is the strongest (and we know it, it was stated).

"Surpassing the main branch" and "For the brilliant blood of the Hyuga to be flowing within a child who cannot become an heir what natural talent".

And then, Hiashi that had pure hatred (or at least the thought about them as a less than/slaves to main family) towards the branch PREFERRED TO TRAIN NEJI AND HINATA WAS THERE TO BRING THE TEA.

It's pure embarrassment. 🤷‍♀️

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It's an injustice to her character and I'M THE ONE WHO IS SAYING THIS, WHEN I HATE HER GUTS 🤷‍♀️

#anti hinata #anti naruhina #anti studio pierrot #naruto #naruto ultimate ninja storm #anti hinata hyuga #anti hinata fandom #naruto shippuden #pro naruto manga #naruto manga #anti stupidity #anti filler #naruro games #naruto ultimate ninja

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primnroses · 2 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could help me with timeline? When does Sasuke Retsuden takes place? In manga/novel, it's after Gaiden, right? Since it ended with the dinner Sarada made for SS. But I'm confused about about anime. Is Sasuke on his way to track Code or something OR is it BEFORE Gaiden, so before meeting Sarada? Sakura's hair is different in flashbacks/present time but it seems as if she just returned from the mission while meeting Ino?... And Sarada has protector in Sasuke's memory..

That's a good question. The anime and the manga/novel's timelines are totally different which is something I already complained about because it's something really obvious.

Studio Pierrot treated Sasuke Retsuden like a flashback Sasuke was having. In the current timeline, he recently left Boruto in the Labyrinth Game to search for Kara clues, and while he's searching he gets close to Redaku. He starts remembering the time he spent there with Sakura and the mission to cure Naruto from his illness. That's what we know as Sasuke Retsuden anime arc.

Sasuke says it's been years since he went to Redaku. That also explains why Sakura has longer hair.

If it's "years" he talks about, you need to know the ages of the new generation. Sarada is currently 12 years old, confirmed recently in the manga, and the events of Naruto Gaiden happen when she's 11 years old according to Masashi Kishimoto. That means that the span between Naruto Gaiden and the Chūnin Exams/Kawaki is only 1 year.

Sasuke Retsuden anime happens years before Gaiden or else Sasuke's words wouldn't make sense.

However, the anime has followed the manga of Shingo Kimura closely and there's one mistake.

Sasuke remembers Sarada with a headband. That's simply impossible.

If Sasuke Retsuden anime is a flashback set years in the past, how can Sasuke think of Sarada when she graduated? She graduated at 12 and this arc is from even before he met with Sarada in the first place.

That's the mistake Studio Pierrot made when trying to fit Sasuke Retsuden into the current events.

Now the real Sasuke Retsuden trilogy is set outside the Boruto franchise and it's meant to be placed after Boruto: Naruto the Movie, or rather, before Kawaki's debut.

All of the Boruto set novelists have completely ignored Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, or at least the story after Kawaki because he's in any book. Every author takes into consideration the work of Masashi Kishimoto, so they write the novels around the time of Boruto: Naruto the Movie. That's why Sarada and her generation are genin like in Sasuke Shinden: Star Pupil by Jun Esaka or Shikamaru Shinden: A Cloud Dancing in Forlorn Falling Petals by Takashi Yano, which revolves around the Mujina Bandits featured in the anime.

In fact, this is the timeline of the entire Naruto series. The novels are between the movie and the current manga in the timeline.

Sasuke Retsuden anime: Between chapter 700 and Naruto Gaiden.

Sasuke Retsuden novel/manga: After Boruto: Naruto the Movie.

#sasuke retsuden #boruto #boruto anime #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sarada uchiha #uchiha family #my naruto post #my publication #inbox

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aokuro-san · 2 years ago

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You again, Pierrot?

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA, WARNING!

It's funny how I've once again found similarities with Pierrot (well, and Commedia dell'Arte in general) in my reading of Uruwashi no yoi no tsuki, by Mika Yamamori; that is, in a Japanese manga.

It was something I had been thinking about for a while, especially because of the title, but after reviewing the history of Harlequin, Pierrot and Columbina a bit, I can't help but think that they are a bit similar to Ichimura, Oji and Yoi. In fact, I think the resemblance is much more evident than in Tokyo Revengers (although the TokRev symbology and references are still fascinating). More than anything because of that animated film called: Pauvre Pierrot, by Émile Reynaud, in which Harlequin falls in love with the beauty of Columbina when he sees her in the garden (almost, almost like Yoi and Ichimura meet in the manga!)

and then Pierrot confesses to him, but despite Columbina's courtesy, she rejects him and prefers Harlequin (as happens in the manga with Oji's confession to Yoi!).

However, the interesting thing about all this (in my opinion, of course) is that we should not assume the roles that are presented to us. I mean, yes, Ichimura behaves quite like Harlequin (not just in the movie anymore, but in the very theater he was born from).

It is also curious that most of the action takes place in a curry restaurant, since Harlequin is directly related to gluttony, and we see how Ichimura constantly goes to Takiguchi restaurant to see Yoi (and always ends up eating!). And let's not talk about the similarities of this one with a cat (as Yoi once compared it) and a monkey (as I compare it, haha), which are the representations of the Harlequin mask! Or the huge wart or bump that sometimes has the same mask (and could very well be related to Ichimura's mole)!

But the character also looks a lot like Columbina. In the movie, Columbina appears several times from the balcony, just as Yoi does at the beginning of the manga (leading to her reunion with the other prince of the school), and her behavior with both boys makes us think directly of she. In addition, Pierrot's sighs for her beloved and shy courtship of her also resemble Oji.

However, Columbina's attitude in the theater is more similar to that of Ichimura (she is described as skilled, resourceful and able to take advantage of any situation, and that she tries to seduce Harlequin using numerous disguises, which describes a part of what she is Ichhimura from my point of view) and Yoi's friends (who act as matchmakers for her, just as Columbina does for other characters in the sitcom).

UNLESS THIS IS REVEALING SOMETHING OF THE PLOT AND YOI REALLY IS THE MISLEADING ONE. I WOULD SEEM SUPER INTERESTING (In the end, I have always said that the only thing I see in this relationship is sexual tension; especially from Yoi towards Ichimura. And I remember that she is the one who is the most adapted to get his "love"... Hmmm).

On the other hand, the love triangle HAS HUGE SIMILARITIES WITH THE CHARACTERISTICS OF PIERROT. Oji might be the most obvious, but Yoi and Ichimura are not far behind:

(I will put some characteristics acquired by the character over time that coincide with the protagonists)

"The abandoned boy who is mischievous, but innocent" - HAS SIMILARITY TO ICHIMURA, who has unclear family problems (he lives alone in a huge white house! HAHA) and is both mischievous and naive (or at least likes to make him ).

"The clumsy, albeit ardent, soul that wins Colombina's heart"-IT HAS SIMILARITY WITH YOI, who, despite his clumsiness, manages to conquer Ichimura and arouse his own passions.

"The narcissistic dreamer clinging to the moon, who could symbolize many things, from spiritual perfection to death", which matches all three in an obvious way!

BY NOT TALKING ABOUT HOW ALL THE AESTHETIC OF THE WORK MAKES IT SIMILAR TO A PLAY!

PS: The whole theme of roses reminds me a lot of the beginning of Utena: Revolutionary Girl, which itself was a drama about a girl who wanted to be a prince.

Anyway, I could keep talking, but I want to try to do other ones and this has already gotten out of my head, haha. I hope you enjoyed the post^^

#uruwashi no yoi no tsuki #Mika Yamamori #pierrot #harlequin #columbina #commedia dell'arte #my opinion #theory #commentary #manga #reflexion #reflexions #yoi takiguchi #kohaku ichimura #oji

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688199 · 1 year ago

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Tenshi Na Konamaiki Canon Side Stories

hey did you know tenkona has two official chapters taking place after the end of manga?

they’re chapters made by nishimori but he couldn’t include it in the main story, so in wide version publication of the manga, it was put in the last volume as an extra.

i managed to get my hands on a digital scan! but due to privacy and respect to the person who sent it to me, i don’t want to overshare.

however i will be talking about it here!

i used google translate so a lot of dialogue and words weren’t translated properly, which affects the reading experience ofc, but i loved it nonetheless. even if i don't understand fully what's going on. i'll manually write out all the words and try to make a proper translation of it in the future!

Chapter 200: Fujiki and his friend

what happens: fujiki is feeling quite depressed because he keeps seeing couples everywhere. then he chances upon his middle school friend (i think), and they have a chat. fujiki admits he was rejected. seeing how down fujiki was, the friend tries to cheer him up by saying there’s women everywhere, and asks whether is there anyone else to substitute. fujiki thinks about megumi for a moment, then lashes out that there’s no one in the universe that will ever replace megumi. this makes him so upset he has a breakdown. miki, who just arrived, hands him a tissue. she agrees that megumi is irreplaceable. when she leaves, the friend asks why fujiki doesn’t go for miki. they argue about this for a while, with fujiki being upset that his friend would think of such a thing. then the two hears a crash and comes across keiko and yoshimi. yoshimi broke the vase of some yankee and the yankee yells for the culprit. keiko points to fujiki and there’s a very funny callback to that eagle parallel back in the women's cup arc. luckily for fujiki, the issue gets sorted quickly. keiko thanks fujiki and leaves. but fujiki is hella mad, and strongly shuts down the friend’s suggestion that keiko might be the one who rejected him. kobayashi shows up and the friend asks him whether fujiki has a crush on him. again fujiki immediately retorts back. then yasuda shows up saying he found yanagisawa’s place. he wants to invite fujiki to join him to play pranks. he’s not wearing glasses here. friend again asks, and fujiki aggressively says no. in the end fujiki leaves with yasuda, feeling pleased because yasuda unintentionally insulted the friend.

Chapter 201: Pierrot’s backstory

what happens: the megu-dan meet at megumi’s house. there, megumi shares the story of the pierrot. he was a thief in the past. but one day his tribe was attacked and he was tortured and thrown into jail. there he sees a young girl with dead eyes who is getting abused by some higher ups. he asks her to help him escape, and if she did, he'll show her something good. and so she agrees. but turns out he was lying and never planned to return. there was treasure though. despite his original plan, he found himself trying his hardest to return to the girl. but soon he succumbed to his injuries and never made it back in time. years later, a wizard stumbles across his dead body. believing pierrot had the potential to grant wishes, thus turning him into a demon/ genie. pierrot asks megumi: if your wish has come true, i will take your life expectancy. but if it hasn't, i won't do anything. so, did your wish come true? megumi says yes, and thanks pierrot. before he fades completely, they smile at each other. back to real time. genzo is still fussing on smth else completely unrelated. but the others talk about how pierrot indeed does take years off your life, which worries genzo. then yasuda asks about the magic book he's supposed to bring. genzo forgot. back at his house, setsuka stumbles upon the book and proceeds to discard it. the book flips open in the final panel to reveal a closed eyes, smiling koakuma.

that's all! there's prob some important things i missed due to translation issues, but this is the gist of it! for a look at koakuma's human face as well as a lengthier backstory, please check out my (uncompleted) wiki article on him: https://cheekyangel.fandom.com/wiki/Koakuma

#cheeky angel #tenshi na konamaiki #tenkona

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endingboyhansel · 2 years ago

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Fan-Made Card Stories:: Lemy Abelard

Unknown Location

Lemy Abelard: Where am I? I feel like I’ve… been here before… but… no wait. Where’s… where’s Miss Santa? Where’s those two traitorous-?!

???: Lemy!

Lemy Abelard: Huh? Who said that?

???: It’s me. Ney.

Lemy Abelard: Ney…? Where am I?

Ney: Don’t you recognise this place? We used to live here, long ago.

Lemy Abelard: Live here?

Ney: You still don’t remember?

Lemy Abelard: … this place… it’s some kind of mansion. But I don’t remember—

???: Arte, It’s clear that he’s yet to understand.

Lemy Abelard: !! Who’s there?

Ney/Arte?: …

Abelard Mansion

Ney: Lemy, did you forget that your… mother… is waiting for you at the Lucifenian Palace?

Lemy Abelard: Oh! I almost forgot! Oh no, what if I miss it…

Ney: It’s her inauguration party. The whole country must have heard about it. Besides, I hear Rin Chan will be there!

Lemy Abelard: Rin Chan? I last saw her at that performance in that theater three years ago. She’s changed so much since I knew her at the orphanage though.

Ney: You told me how she didn’t look like that originally.

Lemy Abelard: Well, yes. When I knew her, she had black hair and freckles. Now she can pass as my twin sister.

Ney: That seems odd. Well, there’s no need to dwell on it now. You’ll be able to meet her at the party. The sooner you get changed the sooner we can leave.

Lemy Abelard: Oh, right!

Lucifenian Palace

Lemy Abelard: …

Ney: Is something troubling you?

Lemy Abelard: It’s just Rin Chan. This acquaintance of my mother told me that her manager, Ton Corpa, has left several children he adopted to die in mysterious deaths. For example, at that theater performance, one of his boys was mauled by a lion.

Ney: You think something like that could happen to her?

Lemy Abelard: I’m just worried for her. And the more I think about it something’s wrong.

Ney: Something’s wrong?

Lemy Abelard: I’ve heard her singing. She sung differently back at the orphanage. Her singing… Ney. That isn’t Rin’s voice.

???

Lemy Abelard: I didn’t know then but it was those events that led to me becoming the Fifth Pierrot. So many people died in response to me fulfilling the orders of my mother. That’s a long winded story however. Maybe this all has to do with that wineglass… no but that wouldn’t make any sense…

Part 2

Alleyway

Lemy Abelard: Greetings. You must be…?

???: H-huh?!

Lemy Abelard: Not willing to talk, huh? Very well. I’m here to kill you, as you may be well aware by now. Mr Ayn Anchor…

Ayn Anchor: You’re… you’re Lemy Abelard…? The famed Fifth Pierrot… is Lemy Abelard?

Lemy Abelard: Huh?! How do you recognise me?

Ayn Anchor: I saved you once. It must have only been three years ago.

Lemy Abelard: I’ve never seen you before in my life!

Ayn Anchor: Ah. Well. You have. Two men once tried to kidnap you didn’t they? And a man in a clown costume stopped them.

Lemy Abelard: Yeah… that was Fifth Pierrot saving me. What about it?

Ayn Anchor: You believe that was the Fifth Pierrot before you? No, that was… that was me.

Lemy Abelard: T-that’s impossible! There’s no way-!

Ayn Anchor: I was after the Fifth Pierrot at the time, which is why I dressed up as a clown. Of course seeing you in danger I had to intervene.

Lemy Abelard: Y-you’re lying! You’re just trying to find some excuse for me not to kill you!

Ayn Anchor: I’m not lying.

Lemy Abelard: You-! This is for everything!

Bang.

Lemy Abelard: G-guh- wh-what the-?

Ayn Anchor: !!

Lemy Abelard: Is that- Seventh Magician? Eighth Sniper? No- no this is just a trick of the light. There’s no way that-

“Seventh Magician”: We meet again, Lemy. Didn’t I tell you last time it was wiser to come with me?

Lemy Abelard: Gu- guh- Ney- Ney are you… Ney are you there…? Why is my mind… N-Ney-

???

Lemy Abelard: Of course after that I was revived. And then died once again in that duel.

Arte: It seems as though you remember that much.

Lemy Abelard: And … why does… that woman look like my mother?

Arte: I’m sure you already know the answer to that. It’s morning, isn’t it Pollo? We should go have breakfast with our lady.

Lemy Abelard: P-Pollo?

…

???: “We must find our way home.” “Hey father, praise me.” “Let’s find our real parents.” “Honour our great lady!”

Lemy Abelard: Yes I remember now. I’m…

Pollo: My name is Pollo. The servant of Lady Conchita.

#ec #THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE—#pierrot.txt

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basilfang · 1 month ago

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"I don't understand, Elia, it doesn't make sense to me. We were fine, we were happy."

"you were happy. I haven't been happy in this relationship for a while."

"but can't we work it out?"

"I've tried to tell you what I need, what would make me happy, make me stay. But you just say the right words and make me feel heard when I'm about to walk away, and then nothing changes."

"so you're leaving and you're going to clown school? You think that's gonna solve all your problems?"

"staying with you isn't going solve them either. In fact, staying with you was one of the biggest problems. You don't talk to me, not really. You're not curious about me. About what I do, what I want. You get to fuck me, have me be your therapist, your cook, your fucking study buddy, and what do I get? A man who doesn't even look away from his video games when I come in the front door."

"I do talk to you, I send you messages all the time"

"telling me how horny you are when you're at work isn't my idea of talking, genius."

"look, baby, we can work this out. Tell me how I can fix this."

"you can fix it by being my partner five months ago, not just lie back and not change a single thing no matter how many times I've asked you. That's not a partnership, you've not been my boyfriend, you've not done anything you said you would"

"what did I say I would do?"

"you know what, Norman? I'm not going to dig up shit anymore with you. If you wanna go in circles you can, but I'm gonna get my stuff, and I'm gonna go. Lose my number."

"Elia, please. I love you!"

"it's too late for that."

"at least let me help you with your stuff."

"nuh uh, don't patronise me. I can carry everything. My brother's waiting in the driveway."

"okay."

[car door opens, boot opens]

"hey Norman."

"hey Walter"

"goodbye, Norman."

"Elia, why can't we just work it out? This time I swear I'll try."

"that's what you said last time."

"Look, I- you know what? Fine. Have fun with your balloon animals. I'm sure you'll go far with a degree in clown bullshit."

"thanks, Norman. I knew you'd be mature about this. I hope I never see you again."

"Wait, Elia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Just- "

[car door slams, wheels accelerate]

"Elia! ELIA! ... fuck"

"look at him chasing you like an idiot."

"if you say I told you so one more time, I'll tell mom about Chinese New Years."

"i wasn't gonna! Chill, Eely."

"oh, Walter, what the hell am I gonna do now. All my friends told me he was a loser. I can't face them."

"yes you can. Go hang out with them, do girl stuff. You'll feel better. Hey, you want me to do anything about Norman? I know where he lives now."

"Geez Walter, no I don't need you to do anything. He wasn't like Dillon."

"relax, I was just gonna cut his brakes or something. [-] I'm joking. Anyway, you wanna get a burrito?"

"I'm not hungry."

"well I am, we're getting burritos."

"okay."

"Come on, Eely, you'll do fine. He was a tool. Maybe you'll meet a cute guy at clown school. With big shoes and loads of polkadot shirts."

"maybe"

"whatever the case, I'm sure you'll forget all about that guy come August. If there's any cute girls with tricycles on your campus give them my number, eh?"

"you're still into performance art girls? Even after Anna-May?"

"I guess she was more Art the clown than Pierrot. But uh, artsy strikes more interesting than engineering if I'm honest."

"why don't you try dating someone from your climbing group?"

"oh no, last time I gave that a shot I ended up with 2 grand in debt and a really shit back tattoo"

"huh. Well. May we both find someone nice and non-garbage soon"

"Amen to that. Wait, is that a man walking a duck?"

"oh my god"

"that's Perth for you isn't it"

"sure is"

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dullsaredoomed · 8 months ago

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DOLLHouse Mafia uses multiple faces : DULLHouse Mafia, gross hypocrisy of Pierrot

In this post, we will meet this Pierrot again.

It is often said that psychopaths do not know human emotions.

And DULLHouse Mafia, these Zombies don't really understand what emoji means.

Chatting is simple, but has limitations to express feelings.

Many meanings can be misunderstood.

All symbols must be used properly.

When you use emoji, when asked why, you'd better answer that why you used that emoji.

When I asked what is that mean, they just ran away and secretly contacted Pierrot to distort the truth.

They hid their own rudeness. That's why they can't have any honor.

But... Why they ran away...?

THEY RAN AWAY BECAUSE THEY USED THAT EMOJI FOR BAD MEANING

Or… it could be Pierrot who did that to me.

You know, you can sign up Telegram with many fake numbers.

EVEN under-human-IQ Pierrot can too.

If that's true, it makes sense why Pierrot did everything in so hurry.

I gave them a chance to explain but they just ran away.

LOSERS are always running. That's what LOSERS do.

Like this way...

They don't know how to use facial expressions.

These crazy Zombies simply do that if they don't like it when someone "fact check"s them.

They hate ANY FACTS, because they are trash in their actual life.

They don't even apologize for it after acting very rudely.

It is obvious that their Parent Zombies didn't educated them, or their Parent Zombies are already in jail or somewhere.

Even if Humans are unpleasant, Zombies are fine.

And then they come back to completely different face.

One more thing.

You can definitely understand by looking at some crazy Zombie's bio. (I still have something to say about this Zombie more)

The Zombie wrote in the Bio she(The zombie disclosed her name and face, so you can recognize the Zombie is a female) likes the certain country, but this Zombie leaked dozens of Chinese CCs in this April, and that of one creator.

But one thing is, the creator had set up a 'national copyright' on their CCs.

The last line is 'People's Republic of China' and It means that the CCs are authorized by the nation. And the CC creator added this line on their post.

我的所有作品都已申请版权 (…) 不信的可以试试

What is that mean?

The creator said "I have the copyright of this product, … if you don't believe it, TRY IT".

The Zombies are illiterate, so they can be brave. Before I tell them something, they blocked me.

Ignorant barbarians are generally brave from ancient time.

And the TOP of it? the Zombie disclosed her social network ID carelessly. The social network was WECHAT, One of the famous Chinese social network service. This exhibitionist trait will ruin her own life. In the worst case scenario, the Zombie may be deported or denied entry. Or, will have some penalties. 'copyright infringement' is heavier than we think.

Generally, If you LIKE something, you should respect its right, preserve and protect.

But if the DULLHouse Zombies LIKE something, they will spoil it, steal it, and spray it indiscriminately. This will work in their real life too.

But it's... JUST ZOMBIES. Right?

We are certainly sure, that DULLHouse Zombies use different grammar against ordinary Humans.

Let's get back to Pierrot issue.

This crazy Pierrot doesn't usually chat much, or simply do bot-like chat but he/she/they started to be excessively nice to other zombies these days.

And said like this today for example:

Pierrot : Let~me~DM~You~so~I~can~see~what~the~issue~is~♬

Aww... Gross. YOU ARE BEING VERY KIND ZOMBIE, PIERROT.

What the fuck has happened to Pierrot?… LOL

You should do same way to others as you did it to me.

Pierrot suddenly says in nice way and will send DM kindly…?

But NOBODY could imagine what they can in DMs.

Like any lower lives do, Pierrot only moves when He/She/(they) is(are) criticized or whipped.

That lower life makes them to rely on donation.

Be careful, if the virus spreads to that little head, they'll turn around. Their second, third or multiple faces will show up.

Like this way, this Pierrot could do rampages to his own friends, family and lover. Or this Pierrot may even kill them.

I think Pierrot can't have a family or lover, so he can run the stupid channel 24/7.

P.S.

After the dirty atrocities, the-Mod-Zombies in that beggar group started pretending to be good Zombies altogether.

In normal days, they were just lying down and opening their mouths waiting for a CC drop.

Actually, they don't do chats, but THEY ARE NOW.

For example, some female-type Zombie named like Yeti-boop-boop-gulf(I will not remember their real nicknames) is being unnaturally kind now.

Maybe this Zombie is not a female. Could be a shemale or something judging by their facial structure.

Now I see…

They are really feeling sorry to me.

When Zombies do what they usually don't, there must have been some enlightening in their tiny brains.

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ariadynamics · 2 years ago

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Secret Satan is a teeny tiny fic exchange between members of the F1 Secret Society (FSS) discord.

While FSS is full of writers, if you've got good vibes and you're not an asshole, we're always happy to meet new friends! You can join and take a look at our rules here.

master of anticipation by @acrossbrazenskies maxiel | rated e

“Daniel, it’s fine,” Max says as soon as Daniel picks up. “Of course, it would be nice to spend my heat with you, but I’ll be fine.” There’s a pause before Daniel speaks. “Are you planning on spending it with anyone else?”

never coming down with your hand in mine by @dm3rv piarles | rated m

Pierre and Charles are two young fashion designers looking to make it in a cut-throat industry. They approach Lewis for an investment, but quickly get tangled up in their own lie.

getting late but I don’t mind by @pgaslys ilierre | rated t

5 times people assume that Pierre and Ilies are together + 1 time when they finally get in charge of the narrative.

you're my sunshine (and I want you to know) by @saltandpepperbox piarles | rated g

After they finish their dinner, the two of them change clothes and climb into the bed. They've shared beds since they were children and it was still comforting to be close, even now. Pierre flips some TV show on, simply for background noise, and burrows into the blankets with an arm curled around Charles. Charles rests his head on Pierre's shoulder, familiar. He sighs. "This weekend hasn't been great for either of us."

cappuccino to go by @accidentalf1stan ilierre | ff | rated g

“Pierrot, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Charles says when he picks up the phone. “I think I’m in love,” Pierre says with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, really,” Charles says with a laugh. “Yes!” Pierre exclaims. “The woman at the cafe. God…” she trails off. She can’t put into words exactly how stunning this woman is.

Whispers Can Echo by @welightitup piarles | rated t

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you through,” the nurse tells him. “No, you don’t understand. I have to see him,” Charles insists, keeping his voice low but firm. “I understand, I do. But he’s resting, and I can’t let anyone but family through." “I’m family, I swear I am,” he says hurriedly, pointing to himself and scrambling for the next best thing after legal family. “I am. I’m his- his partner, boyfriend, fiancé, whatever you want to call it.” aka Charles lies to a nurse, and things escalate from there.

help me hold on to you by @redyellowstupid piarles | rated m

As an up-and-coming fashion designer working for the LH Fashion House, Pierre dealt with a lot of strange things daily and they had long since ceased to surprise him. However, that didn't mean he'd been prepared for Charles Leclerc being his new model.

(you are the best thing that's ever been) mine by @singsweetmelodies piarles | rated e

But the thing is. The thing is. Pierre is wearing Charles' cap, Charles' number and initial all but stamped on him like a brand. His, his, his. Nobody would dare doubt it, not after this. 5 times Pierre wore something of Charles', +1 time Charles wore something of Pierre's.

#maxiel #piarles #ilierre #fic exchange #otp: he can cry and it's not a shame

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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For Karin's backstory, do you usually go for anime one? I prefer datebook backstory, even though it's not detailed. Because manga showed one panel of Karin being experimented on with her arms showing bite marks. So I always believed that healing bites ability is result of Oro experiments. It makes more sense to me. Also, I am uncomfortable of anime backstory. And grass village confuses me. Didn't they still exist after the fourth war? I guess in fic, we could just say it no longer exists.

I love this question.

Okay, so the short version is that I usually do a mix of the two. I’m going to do a quick rundown on the differences between the two backstories for anyone who isn’t familiar. This means we’ll be touching on some very questionable subjects, because the anime went to some very concerning lengths. It’s going to be under a cut, because... yeah. Long.

The only solid canon, as in from the manga, that we have for pre-Orochimaru Karin is the Chuunin Exams flashback, wherein she is in a Kusa (Grass) headband, and is saved from a bear by Sasuke, which kicks off her crush on him.

The first backstory we received from Karin was in the databooks; this backstory came out prior to the Exams flashback in the manga. It stated that Karin was living in an unspecified village, sensed an army coming to destroy it, and tried to warn the rest of the town. Nobody believed her, so she ran to hide (I think in some nearby foothills/forest?), and everyone else was killed. Orochimaru then came by, tried to recruit her, and then let Sasuke convince her. Sasuke didn’t really have to do much beyond saying he was Oro’s student in order to get Karin to come along.

Now, given that Kusagakure still exists post-timeskip, at least in the Blood Prison movie, the village that was destroyed wasn’t Kusa. Either Karin was in a different village, or Karin’s backstory doesn’t include the village destruction element. I tend to go with ‘a different village,’ but I’ll get to that later.

The anime gives us a different backstory, one that takes Karin’s Kusa headband from the Exams as fact.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Karin’s backstory is not presented as a backstory, but rather an alternate timeline from her Eternal Tsukuyomi dream. I don’t know what the animators were thinking, deciding to use this hell as her dream of a ‘perfect world,’ but at this point the dream is treated as her default anime background so like??? Sure. Sure. We’ll use it, but we’ll also judge Studio Pierrot for it, because there’s “I don’t like this character” and then there’s “I’m going to have this character’s dream of a perfect world include over a decade of violating her health and bodily autonomy on a level of systemic abuse that is truly horrific, edging on fucking csa” because fuck you I guess? I’m still mad. I’d have been okay with the backstory as backstory because it fits her personality, but why the hell was it presented as her Eternal Tsukuyomi dream???

Listen LISTEN Eternal Tsukuyomi is supposed to be a perfect world for each individual You DREAM WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPIEST and they gave her a decade of physical and medical abuse, bordering on extended csa, only to die at sixteen because they'd 'used her up.’ like???

When I say SP had a grudge against Karin...

Anyway. Anime backstory:

Karin’s mother (unnamed) came to Kusagakure following the destruction of Uzushiogakure, and was granted refugee status in exchange for working at the hospital, having a similar ‘bite me and you’ll heal’ power as Karin does in canon. We don’t know who Karin’s father was; he may have been a Kusa citizen, or an Uzushio man who died prior to Karin’s mother’s arrival in Kusa.

Karin’s mother dies at some point during Karin’s childhood, having been used as a chakra healing battery to the point of dying of chakra exhaustion. At this point in the anime, Kusa orders that Karin must take over her mother’s duties as a healer, because such a technique is too useful to just leave alone. The bites start out on her forearms, eventually going all over her body, including areas that, despite the intent not being sexual in nature, do qualify as child sexual abuse.

She is bitten on the chest and thighs, by people she barely knows, with minimal consent on her part. She is a minor. This is csa and I hate that people forget this, or choose to exclude it to more easily vilify her.*

(Manga canon also has her with bites on her chest, at sixteen, most of which we can assume are not Sasuke since he seems to not know that biting her chest is provides better healing when she tells him to do it. Again: underage, coercion, chest bites, violation of bodily autonomy. It’s long-term csa in every canon. It may not be explicitly stated, but this is the most explicitly shown example canon has of this particular kind of trauma.)

Now, again, this is her Eternal Tsukuyomi (for some fucking reason), and not her technical backstory, and in that context she just... never gets out. She keeps getting used and abused, the bites eventually even covering her face, and then she dies before hitting twenty.

...so how do we reconcile this?

Elements we have:

Kusagakure headband during the Chuunin Exams (manga canon)

Saved by Sasuke, causing her crush; implies she was very poorly treated by the people around her prior to their meeting (manga canon)

No visible bite marks on her arms during the Chuunin Exams, but with the caveat that the marks are also not visible during Boruto, so it’s possible that Kishi, and in turn SP, just didn’t feel like drawing the scars. (manga canon)

Karin’s healing abilities were present at some point prior to Sasuke recruiting her to hunt down Itachi, but it’s unclear if it is a Kekkei Genkai or something nurtured by Otogakure. (manga canon)

Kabuto’s abilities during the Fourth War include Karin’s ‘rejuvenation’ and ‘life force,’ which implies that it may be a Kekkei Genkai but leaves it frustratingly ambiguous.

Experienced a village destruction, followed by Orochimaru taking her on, due to a Cassandra Truth incident, using Sasuke to convince her to join Oto (databook)

Her mother came to Kusa at some point post-Uzushio destruction; iirc Uzushio fell when Kushina was a teenager, so Karin’s mother either spent a decade or so wandering around prior to deciding Kusa was better than nothing (possibly when she got pregnant), or lived in Kusa for a period of time prior to becoming pregnant. (anime)

Karin was forced, via coercion, to use her healing abilities while in Kusagakure following her mother’s death (anime)

Kusa still exists post-timeskip (anime)

Here’s what I usually go with:

I do think Karin was a Kusa genin. The databook and anime both state that she joined Orochimaru after Sasuke, so she’d have no reason to wear the headband during the Exams other than actually being a genin of Kusagakure.

I err towards the biting being a Kekkei Genkai, which means that it fits with the anime’s suggestion of Kusagakure having used her as a chakra healing battery prior to her arrival in Oto. THIS IS OPTIONAL in other people’s readings, because it’s not manga canon and it’s obviously an incredibly hard subject to work with.

So, Kusa kid, dead mom, chakra healing battery, genin at the Chuunin Exams, then... Otogakure. In order to work in the databook’s element of the destroyed village, we either have to wipe Kusa off the map, or it’s another village.

I’ve generally gone with stating that Karin was on a long-term mission as a healer in a larger civilian village, or possibly the country’s capitol (though that’s less likely). Kusa was obviously willing to send her away temporarily, as with the Exams, so if the price was right, they’d probably send her out on out-of-village missions as well. Would she have a team? Maybe.

Given her poor treatment in this scenario, and the implied distrust/abuse of refugees in the anime, it’s possible that any teammates she had either didn’t trust her as a person, or didn’t think her skills were as good as she claimed. Possibly they assumed that they’d be able to fight off a smaller attacking force, and that Karin was exaggerating or mistaken when insisting that they evacuate. In any case, whoever was with her, if anyone was, also died in this attack.

The army was very likely sent by Orochimaru, and it’s plausible that Karin was actually the main target. I imagine that a spy would have gotten word to Oro about a redhead with extreme healing abilities, and Orochimaru going “Gotta catch ‘em all, Ooh! An Uzumaki!” and deciding that the healing abilities played well enough into the immortality plan to be worth sending an army (and then going in person, with Sasuke) for.

Given how canon played out, she was worth it.

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* Okay the reason I harp on the CSA thing in particular: there was a significant period of time where two headcanons were prevalent: that Sasuke was sexually abused by Orochimaru in his time as Oro’s student, and that Karin was a wannabe rapist.

The Sasuke thing was based on a manga cover and one of the anime openings, but had no actual textual basis beyond Orochimaru being a queercoded villain, which is a whole different problem. The Karin thing was based on a fan’s mistranslation of a single panel, along with later arguments failing to take slang into account and often had by people who don’t actually speak Japanese.

Ultimately, I’m furious that a large portion of the fandom painted a canon CSA victim as a wannabe rapist while pushing that same backstory element onto a different character which they often put as her hypothetical victim, oftentimes just to get her out of the way for shipping purposes. This is a long-standing grudge.

#Uzumaki Karin #Karin Uzumaki #Karin #Naruto #Team Taka #Phoenix Posts #character analysis #text analysis #screen analysis #csa mention #coercion mention #medical abuse tw #physical abuse tw #violation of bodily autonomy #child death mention #systemic abuse #Anonymous

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a-small-tired-lonely-potato · 4 years ago

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Pierrot & Ballerina

“Kuro?”

“Yee?”

“... Nah It’s nothing.”

“If it was nothing ya’ wouldn't've asked, now would ya’?”

“Well… Why-... You-... mmm”

“Come on Squirrel just ask me, you know I’m available for all intrusive questions, even the really gross one about adult things. Although if I’m being honest, I was hoping for at least a couple more years of anything but tha-”

“OH MI GOSH SHUT SHUT SHUT IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT!!!”

“Then what is it Lu?”

“... Why can’t I meet our siblings?”

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And to be honest, why can’t she? The old creeper is dead and gone isn’t he? Not to mention whatever voodoo magic that blonde kid did on Gaara made him better… Well not that much better, but at least he isn’t threatening to kill me every five minutes, and let’s be honest I used to think asking for that was like asking for world peace and endless sandwiches.

Not to mention with how great it’s been recently, a simple meeting should be no problemo!

It’s been calm here... really calm actually. You’d think the entire village would be panicking what with the death of the Kazekage, the failed invasion of Konoha, whatever the fucks going on with Gaara.

But no, despite all of that it’s calm?

I know the Leaf can’t exactly accuse us of much considering Orochimaru was responsible for most of the tomfuckery and they did technically unleash him upon the world. But still! You think they would’ve at least demanded something?!

...Fuck I’m paranoid, why can’t I just appreciate this? There’s nothing suspicious about this, Snake-Face only had power here because he stole the Kazekage’s face. Dickbag wasn’t smart enough to plant spies in our ranks or gain any more test subjects while he was in power. He was so focused on the Leaf that he ignored all the power he could’ve gotten from the Sand, the only one he might’ve been even remotely interested in is Obsidian, and he’s already made it crystal clear what he would do if he ever crossed paths with that Snake-Face again.

I know this, I made sure, I’m the only one who made sure!

So why don’t I want her to meet them?

“KUUUROOOOO!! I’M BAAACK!!!”

Speak of the devil.

“Really? Who would've guessed? Oh hey you wanna try that yell again? I’m not sure Mars heard you.”

She snorts and hits my arm before sitting on top of the oak kitchen island. “Stuff it Miriko’s, you know you're deaf as shit, last time I entered the house quietly you threw a pot at my head thinking I was an intruder.”

I wave my spatula at her before affirming. “That was because I was on a week-long mission and hadn’t slept that entire time, under those conditions even Shari would have thrown that pot at you. And hey, you dodged so what’s the issue?”

As I plate our food out onto plates Luci shrugs and replies. “I don’t know, I once heard Shari stayed awake for three weeks clinging onto the bottom of a carriage in order to carry out her mission.”

“Those are just rumors.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… it was just a week and a half. No need to blow it out of proportion.”

Luci ended up laughing so hard she snorted her milk, but as always, breakfast was great. We stayed there in the kitchen for a while, just chatting. Unlike usual, she could ask me about anything she wanted, no secret missions or classified files to worry about anymore.

I know she won’t tell me herself, but I know me being gone so long affected her in a bad way. Hiragano says she’s getting better about me leaving since our last duo-chat together but I worry about her and our deadlines. Hopefully after the chunin exams the council will let me go solo and my schedule won’t be so finicky anymore.

But I can work on that later, now I have bigger fish to fry.

“Hey Luci?”

She looks up from her paint log and gazes at me questioningly. “Yeah? What’cha need?”

Taking a breath as I calm myself, I reply. “Do you still want to meet our family?”

Her reaction breaks my heart, her eyes light up at my question before remembering our last conversation and turning her face back to her catalog. “Nah it’s fine, we got ta’ much going on for us to have a impromptu family meet-&-greet on top of everything.” She says that, but I know better.

She’s been waiting for this, and she deserves them, they deserve her too. I can’t stretch this out any longer just because of my personal feelings.

“I know our last conversation ended… Abruptly, and I’m sorry for that Lu, I was upset and I should have waited until I wasn’t angry to have that debate with you.”

She crosses her arms on the counter and lays her head on them. “It was my fault too… You just got back from a mission, a bad one too, I should’a waited until you finished dinner at the ver’ least…”

I sigh remembering that truly awful day. I had just gotten back from a mission that went all the worst kind of ways, Gaara had snapped halfway through and killed the target we were supposed to interrogate, Baki had been on my case regarding my untimely disappearances, Temari got her shoulder busted by a enemy while I was out gathering intel, and the ever so “Delightful” Lord Kazekage made me stand for three fucking hours listening to him chatter on about how all of that was my fault and how I should have done better.

All in all, it was the perfect hell. So you can imagine how tired I was when I finally made it home, and when Luci asked me about meeting everyone… It didn’t go well.

“Luci, we both could’ve done better that day, I should’ve postponed it...” I held her hand while tapping her forehead, she lifted her head from her arms and continued for me. “And I should’ve waited.”

As I hold onto her hand I sigh as we both say. “We will do better next time, and there is Always a next time.”

Mantra completed. Now for talkies. ”I think I would be willing to have you meet them, Luci. It’ll be just for a bit, no moving in, no guaranteed future meetings, no proclamations on Family-dom, just a meet-up for lunch and if it goes well, I’ll consider more outings.”

She looks happy but still doubtful. “That sounds great Kuro, but we don’t haf’to, we can wait until my Chunin exams like we planned. I know you’re worried for my safety. We can wait…”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “I musta’ did something real good to get you as a sister Squirrel. I appreciate you so much. And ta’ make sure you believe me, I’m gonna trust you when you say you’re ready.”

I realized why I didn’t want her to meet them. I wanted these days to last forever, her and me, brother and sister, Pierrot and Ballerina. Temari has always had friends, Baki has trusted comrades and loads of subordinates, even Gaara had Yashamaru for a short time, and then his Bijju, and now Naruto. But Luci was all I had, all I have.

Luci was all mine, and in turn I was all hers. My stolen treasure. I wanted to keep it just us forever. But in true Luci fashion, the sparkle in her eyes chased away the last of my doubts. “You mean it?”

I nod my head and answer. “Lucida, Let’s meet our family.”

As she hugs me and whispers. ”Thank you so much Kankuro.”

I can only hope I haven't made a wrong decision...

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*First time writing Fan fiction tbh, not sure how it went. If y'all want more let me know kay? This was just a lil brain drabble I wrote for my comic.

*If Y'all have any questions as always Let-mah-no.

#naruto #naruto funny #kankurou #oc #fanfic #siblings #sand siblings #temari #sand village #sand sibs #suna no gaara #sabaku no gaara #naruto shippuden #drabble #naruto drabble

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bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue · 1 year ago

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Thank you for tagging me, @obi-bae-kenobi!

Were you named after anyone?

My first name isn’t after anyone, but my middle name is after my great-grandmother.

When was the last time you cried?

I…actually can’t remember, which is probably a good thing! It was probably a week or so ago, when I had had a really unproductive day despite wanting to be productive, and I was really stressed and frustrated with myself at my inability to Do Things.

Do you have kids?

I am the proud mother of a few lovely action figures, several wonderful plushies, and many, many Funko Pops.

(In all seriousness: nope.)

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’d say that my above comment would answer this question, but I didn’t really mean for it to be sarcastic, just a normal joke. And maybe a way for me to brag about my collections. I’m not sure.

I think I use sarcasm a normal amount?? I feel like I’m usually pretty earnest when I talk, but I do use sarcasm and deadpan humor. I’m definitely no Chandler Bing, though.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

People say that looks don’t matter, not to judge a book by its cover, etc., but in all honesty I probably notice people’s looks first when I meet them, before they speak to me or anything. Not in a judgmental way, mostly just because I’m making an effort to memorize their physical features so my face-blind ass doesn’t completely forget who they are the next time I see them.

What’s your eye color?

Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I love sitcoms and romcoms, and I am a little baby when it comes to horror. (This is why “Pierrot le Fou” may be the only Cowboy Bebop episode I’ve never rewatched.)

Any special talents?

I consider myself pretty musical—I have perfect pitch (I also have music-color synesthesia, so I see music in color based largely on the key signature it’s in). I’ve played classical piano for years and also sing in my school’s choir; I like to think I have a nice singing voice.

I don’t know if this counts, but I also have this very strange high-pitched trilling sound I make at the back of my throat when I’m experiencing strong emotion (usually happiness), which no one I know has been able to replicate. I’ve heard it alternately compared to the sound of a cat, a bird, and a frog.

Where were you born?

St. Louis, MO.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, singing, making playlists and DJ-ing, drawing cute cartoony art, writing, playing piano (although I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to anymore 😔), watching sitcoms!

Have any pets?

Yes! I have a very silly gray cat named Mojo, whom I love!

What sports do/have you played?

I had a very brief, ill-fated career in track & field in sixth grade. And that’s pretty much it.

How tall are you?

5’0, or 5’1 on a good day. My driver’s license says 4’11. My driver’s license lies.

Favorite subject in school?

English and psychology—so, basically, just what I’m majoring in!

Dream job?

Writer and/or clinical psychologist. The latter is what I’m most likely going to work towards in grad school and beyond.

Tagging (with no pressure, or course!!): @calicocalliope @chumanzky @dear-scheherazade @fridayiminlovemp3 @geembywumbis @gr0ovygh05t @joy-is-best-when-shared @musclekittysenpai @queer-papayas @she-was-a-psychedelic-messss @smithasandwich @some-things-about-life @sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine @wewringmagicfromtheordinary @wheredotheducksgo

15 questions, 15 mutuals :)

ty for the tag my dear @commandercodys-wife 🤍

were you named after anyone?

not that i know of, but i do have a cousin named after me 😮‍💨

when was the last time you cried?

uhhh maybe like 5 days ago, i’m a pretty healthy crier lmao. i honestly forgot what i was crying abt though. probably thinking of tech or smt 😭

do you have kids?

nope, and no plans in the near future.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

i don’t think i do but people always tell me i do, so i’m unsure.

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

usually their smile, then the way they introduce themselves

what’s your eye color?

dark brown, but one time when i was younger i put a flashlight to my eyes in the mirror and saw black specs in them, so that was pretty cool.

scary movies or happy endings?

ok, it depends. my star wars obsession has made me a bitch for (pseudo) happy endings but i like scary movies, so…

any special talents?

dunno if this counts, but i’m a great singer 😆

where were you born?

washington, d.c.! (apparently that’s rare lol)

what are your hobbies?

playing bass, singing, cooking, reading, napping, and crotchet :)

have any pets?

a cat named stampy (yes after the youtuber 😭), and a dog back home named cocoa.

what sports do/have you played?

soccer, volleyball, and basketball as a kid, but now i play tennis and run cross country

how tall are you?

4’11”, which i think is about 149 cm, either way really short 🙃

favorite subject at school?

i looooved my philosophy course last semester. but other bros dsubjects i enjoy are english and history.

dream job?

writer!!! one day i’ll make it big and be a nyt bestseller, hopefully, fingers crossed 😭😭

15 mutuals, npt ofc: @dystopicjumpsuit @samspenandsword @secondaryrealm @anxiouspineapple99 @drafthorsemath @obi-bae-kenobi @rain-on-kamino @wanderer-six @shinyshayminflower @burningfieldof-clover @freesia-writes @attacking-those-pesky-kyojins @darling-murdock @echos-girlfriend @starqueensthings

#tag game #reblog and add…#textpost #long post

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unsettlingshortstories · 4 years ago

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Harlequin Valentine

Neil Gaiman (1999)

It is February the Fourteenth, at that hour of the morning when all the children have been taken to school, and the husbands have driven themselves to work, or have been dropped, steambreathing and greatcoated, at the rail station at the edge of the town for the Great Commute, when I pin my heart to Missy’s front door.

The heart is a deep dark red that is almost a brown, the colour of liver. Then I knock on the door, sharply, rat-a-tat-tat!

And I grasp my wand, my stick, my oh-so-thrustable and beribonned lance, and I vanish like cooling steam into the chilly air…

Missy opens the door. She looks tired.

“My Columbine,” I breathe, but she hears not a word. She turns her head, so she takes in the view from one side of the street to the other, but nothing moves.

A truck rumbles in the distance.

She walks back into the kitchen and I dance, silent as a breeze, as a mouse, as a dream, into the kitchen beside her.

Missy takes a plastic sandwich bag from a paper box in the kitchen drawer. She takes a bottle of cleaning spray from under the sink.

She pulls off two sections of kitchen towel from the roll on the kitchen counter. The she walks back to the front door.

She pulls the pin from the painted wood – it was my hat pin, which I had stumbled across… where? I turn the matter over in my head; in Gascony, perhaps? Or Twickenham? Or Prague?

The face on the end of the hat pin is that of a pale Pierrot. She removes the pin from the heart, and puts the heart into the plastic sandwich bag.

She wipes the blood from the door with a squirt of cleaning spray and a rub of paper towel, and she inserts the pin into her lapel, where the little white-faced August face stares out at the cold world with his blind silver eyes and his grave silver lips.

Naples. Now it comes back to me.

I purchased the hat pin in Naples, from an old woman with one eye. She smoked a clay pipe.

This was a long time ago.

Missy puts the cleaning utensils down on the kitchen table, then she thrusts her arms through the sleeves of her old blue coat – which was once her mother’s – then she places the sandwich bag with the heart in it determinedly into her pocket, does up the buttons - one, two, three – and sets off down the street.

Secret, secret, quiet as a mouse I follow her, sometimes creeping, sometimes dancing, and she never sees me, not for a moment, just pulls her blue coat more tightly around her, and she walks through the town, and down the old road that leads past the cemetery.

The wind tugs at my hat, and I regret, for a moment, the loss of my hat pin. But I am in love, and this is Valentine’s Day. Sacrifices must be made.

Missy is remembering in her head the other times she has walked into the cemetery, through the tall iron cemetery gates: when her father died; and when they came here as kids at All Hallows’, the whole school mob and caboodle of them, partying and searing each other; and when a secret lover was killed in a three-car pile-up on the interstate, and she walked until the end of the funeral, when the day was all over and done with, and she came in the evening, just before sunset, and laid a white lily on the fresh grave.

Oh, Missy, shall I sing the body and the blood of you, the lips and the eyes? A thousand hearts I would give you as your valentine.

Proudly I wave my staff in the air and dance, singing silently into the gloriousness of me, as we skip together down Cemetery road.

A low grey building, and Missy pushes open the door.

She says Hi and How’s it going to the girl at the desk, who makes no intelligible reply, fresh out of school, and filling in a crossword from a periodical filled with nothing but crosswords page after page of them…

The girl would be making private phone calls on company time if only she had somebody to call, which she doesn’t, and, I see, plain as elephants, she never will. Her face is a mass of blotchy acne pustules and acne scars and she thinks it matters, and talks to nobody.

I see her life spread out before me: She will die, unmarried, and unmolested, of breast cancer in fifteen years’ time, and will be planted under a stone with her name on it in the meadow by Cemetery Road, and the first hands to have touched her breasts will have been those of the pathologist as he cuts out the cauliflower-like stinking growth and mutters, “Jesus, look at the size of this thing. Why didn’t she tell anyone?” which rather misses the point.

Gently, I kiss her on her spotty cheek, and whisper to her that she is beautiful. Then I tap her once, twice, thrice, on the head with my staff, and wrap her with a ribbon.

She stirs and smiles.

Perhaps tonight she will get drunk and dance and offer up her virginity upon Hymen’s altar, meet a young man who cares more for her breasts than for her face, and will one day, stroking those breasts and sucking and rubbing them, say, “Honey, you seen anybody about that lump?” and by then her spots will be long gone, rubbed and kissed and frottaged into oblivion.

But now I have mislaid Missy…

The stench is unbearable, heavy and rancid and wreathed on the air. The fat man in the stained lab coat wears disposable rubber gloves. A dead man is on the table in front of him.

The fat man has not noticed Missy yet. He has made an incision, and now he peels back the skin with a wet, sucking sound, and how dark the brown of it is on the outside, and how pink, pretty the pink of it is on the inside.

Classical music plays from a portable radio, very loudly. Missy turns the radio off. “Hello,Vernon.”

“Hello, Missy. You come for your old job back?”

This is The Doctor, I decide, for he is too big, too round, too magnificently well-fed to be Pierrot, too unselfconscious to be Pantaloon.

His face creases with delight to see Missy, and she smiles to see him, and I am jealous; I feel a stab of pain shoot through my heart (currently in a plastic sandwich bag in Missy’s coat pocket), sharper than when I stabbed it with my hat pin and stuck it to her door.

And speaking of my own heart…

Missy holds out the plastic bag, “Do you know what this is?”

Vernon peers at it closely. “Heart,” he replied. “Kidneys don’t have the ventricles, and brains are bigger and squishier. Where’d you get it?”

“I was hoping that you could tell me. Doesn’t it come from here? Is it your idea of a valentine’s card, Vernon? A human heart stuck to my front door?”

“Don’t come from here. You want I should call the police?”

Missy shook her head. “I guess not. With my luck, they’ll decide I’m a serial killer and send me to the chair.”

Vernon: “Let’s see… adult, in pretty good shape, took care of his heart, cut out by an expert.”

I smile proudly at this, and bend down to talk to the dead black man on the table, with his chest all open and his calloused string-bass-plucking fingers.

“Go ‘way, Harlequin,” he mutters, quietly, not to offend Missy and his doctor. “Don’t you go causing trouble here.”

“Hush yourself. I will cause trouble wherever I wish,” I tell him. “It is my function. But, for a moment, I feel a void about me; I am wistful, almost Pierrotish , which is a poor thing for a harlequin to be.

Oh, Missy, I saw you yesterday in the street, and followed you into Al’s Super-Valufoods and More, elation and joy rising within me. In you, I recognized someone who could transport me, take me from myself.

In you I recognized my valentine. My Columbine.

I did not sleep last night, and instead I turned the town topsy and turvy, befuddling the unfuddled . I caused three sober bankers to make fools of themselves with drag queens from Madame Zora’s Revue and Bar.

I slid into the bedrooms of the sleeping, unseen and unimagined, slipping the evidence of mysterious and exotic trysts into the pockets and under pillows and into crevices, able only to imagine the fun that would ignite the following days as soiled and spilt-crotch fantasy panties would be found poorly hidden under sofa, cushions and in the inner pockets of respectable suits.

But my heart was not in it, and the only face I could see was Missy’s. Oh, Harlequin in love is a sorry creature.

I wonder what she will do with my gift. Some girls spurn my heart, others touch it, kiss it, caress it, punish it will all manner of endearments before they return it to my keeping. Some never even see it.

Missy: “Shall I incinerate it?”

“Might as well. You know where the incinerator is, and I meant what I said about your old job. I need a good lab assistant.”

I imagine my heart trickling up to the sky as ashes and smoke, covering the world. I do not know what I think of this, but, her jaw set, Missy shakes her head and she bids goodbye to Vernon the pathologist.

She has thrust my heart into her pocket and she is walking out of the building and up Cemetery Road and back into town.

I caper ahead of her. Interaction would be a fine thing, I decide.

Fitting word to deed I disguise myself as a bent old woman on her way to the market, covering the red spangles of my costume with a tattered cloak, hiding my masked face with a voluminous hood, and at the top of Cemetery Road I step out and block her way.

Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous me, and I say to her, in the voice of the oldest of women, “Spare a copper for a bent old woman, dearie, and I’ll tell you a fortune that will make your eyes spin with joy.”

“Here.”

And I have it in my head to tell her all about the mysterious man she will meet, all dressed in red and yellow, with his domino mask, who will thrill her and love her and never, never leave her (for it is not a good thing to tell your Columbine the entire truth), but instead I find myself saying, in a cracked old voice, “Have you ever heard of Harlequin?”

“Yes,” she answers, “character in the Commedia dell’arte . Costume covered in little diamond shapes. Wore a mask. I think he was a clown of some sort, wasn’t he?”

I shake my head, beneath my hood. “No clown,” I tell her. “He was…”

And I find that I am about to tell her the truth, so I choke back the words and pretend that I am having the kind of coughing attack, to which elderly women are particularly susceptible.

I wonder if this could be the power of love.

I do not remember it troubling me with other women I thought I had loved, other Columbines I have encountered over centuries now long gone.

I squint through old woman eyes at Missy; she is in her early twenties, and she has lips like a mermaid’s, full and well-defined and certain, and grey eyes, and a certain intensity to her gaze.

“Are you all right?”

I cough and sputter and cough some more and gasp, “Fine, my dearie-duck. I’m just fine, thank you kindly.”

“So. I thought you were going to tell me my fortune.”

“Harlequin has given you his heart. You must discover its beat yourself.” I hear myself saying these words, angry at my trickster tongue for betraying me.

She stares at me, puzzled. I cannot change or vanish while her eyes are upon me, and I feel frozen.

“Look! A rabbit!”

And she turns, follows my pointing finger, and as she takes her eyes off me I disappear – pop! – like a rabbit down a hole.

When she looks back, there’s not a trace of the old fortune-teller lady, which is to say me.

Missy walks on, and I caper after her, but there is not the spring in my step there was earlier in the morning.

Midday, and Missy has walked to Al’s Super-ValuFoods and More, where she buys a small block of cheese, a carton of unconcentrated orange juice, two avocados, and on to the County One Bank, where she withdraws two hundred and seventy-nine dollars and twenty-two cents, which is the total amount of money in her savings account, and I creep after her sweet as sugar and quiet as the grave.

“’Morning, Missy…” says the owner of the Salt Shaker Café, when Missy enters.

My heart would have skipped a beat if it were not in the sandwich bag in Missy’s pocket, for this man obviously lusts after her, and my confidence, which is legendary, droops and wilts.

I am Harlequin, I tell myself, in my diamond-covered garments, and the world is my harlequinade. I am Harlequin, who rose from the dead to play his pranks upon the living. I am Harlequin, in my mask, with my wand.

I whistle to myself, and my confidence rises, hard and full once more.

Missy was saying: “Hey, Harve. Give me a plate of hash browns, and a bottle of ketchup.” “That all?”

“Yes. That’ll be perfect, and a glass of water.”

I tell myself that the man Harve is Pantaloon, the foolish merchant that I must bamboozle, baffle, confusticate, and confuse.

Perhaps there is a string of sausages in the kitchen.

I resolve to bring delightful, disarray to the world, and to bed luscious Missy before midnight: my Valentine’s present to myself.

I imagine myself kissing her lips.

There are a handful of other diners. I amuse myself by swapping their plates while they are not looking, but I have difficulty finding the fun in it.

The waitress ignores Missy, whom she obviously considers entirely Harve’s preserve.

Missy sits at the table, and pulls the sandwich bag from her pocket. She places it on the table in front of her.

Harve-the-pantaloon struts over to Missy’s table, gives her a glass of water, a plate of hash-browned potatoes, and a bottle of Heinz 57 Varieties Tomato Ketchup.

“And a steak knife,” Missy said. As Harve turned, I stuck out my stick.

He stumbles. He curses, and I feel better, more like the former me.

I goose the waitress as she passes the table of an old man who is reading USA Today while toying with his salad.

She gives the old man a filthy look. I chuckle, and then I find I am feeling most peculiar. I sit down on the floor, suddenly.

“What’s that, honey?” the waitress asks.

“Health food, Charlene,” Missy replies, “Builds up iron.” I peep over the tabletop.

She is slicing up small slices of liver-coloured meat on her plate, liberally doused in tomato sauce, and piling her fork high with hash browns.

Then she chews.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My valentine’s jest somehow seems less funny.

She pops another scrap of raw gristle cut small into her mouth, and chews it hard, before swallowing.

Charlene, the waitress, goes past once more, with a pot of steaming coffee. “So what’s with the raw meat? You anemic?”

Missy replies, “Not anymore.”

And as she finishes eating my heart, Missy looks down and sees me sprawled upon the floor.

She nods. “Outside. Now.”

Then she gets up, and leaves ten dollars beside her plate.

She is sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, waiting for me. It is cold, and the street is almost deserted.

I would caper around her, but if feels so foolish now I know someone is watching. “You ate my heart.” I can hear the petulance in my voice, and it irritates me.

“Yes. Is that why I can see you?”

“I guess.” I answered. “Nobody’s ever done it before.” “Take off that domino mask. You look stupid.”

I did.

“Not much improvement,” she says. “Now, give me the hat. And the stick.” “I would prefer not to.”

Missy reaches out and plucks my hat from my head, takes my stick from my hand.

She toys with the hat, her long fingers brushing and bending it. Her nails are painted crimson. Then she stretches and smiles, expansively. The poetry has gone from my soul, and the cold February wind makes me shiver.

“It’s cold,” I say.

“No.” Missy replied. “It’s perfect, magnificent, marvelous, and magical. It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? Who could be cold upon Valentine’s Day? What a fine and fabulous time of the year.”

The diamonds are fading from my suit, which is turning ghost-white, Pierrot -white.

“What do I do now?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role… a lovelorn swain, perchance, mooning and pining under the pale moon. All you need is a Columbine.”

“You are my Columbine.”

“Not anymore. That’s the joy of the harlequinade, after all, isn’t it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.”

She flashes me such a smile, now.

Then she puts my hat, my own hat, my harlequin-hat, up onto her head. “And you?” I ask.

She tosses the wand into the air: it tumbles and twists in a high arc, red and yellow ribbons twisting and swirling about it, and then it lands neatly, almost silently, back into her hand.

She pushes the tip down to the sidewalk, pushes herself up from the bench in one smooth movement.

She says to me: “I have things to do. Tickets to take. People to dream.” Then she leans over, and kisses me, full, and hard upon the lips.

Somewhere, a car backfired. I turned, startled, and when I looked back, I was alone on the street. I sat there for several moments, on my own.

“Hey, Pete,” Charlene calls from the doorway, “Have you finished out there yet?” “Finished? Finished what, Charlene?”

“C’mon. Harve says your ciggie break is over. And you’ll freeze. Back into the kitchen.” I stared at her. She tossed her pretty hair, and, momentarily, smiled at me.

I adjusted my white clothes, the uniform of the kitchen help, and followed her inside.

It’s Valentine’s Day, I thought.Tell her how you feel. Tell her what you think . But I said nothing, I dared not. I simply followed her inside, a creature of mute longing.

Back in the kitchen, a pile of plates was waiting for me: I began to scrape the leftovers into the pig-bin.

There was a scrap of dark meat on one of the plates, beside some half-finished ketchup-covered hash browns.

It looked almost raw… but I dipped it into the congealing ketchup and, when Harve’s back was turned, I picked it off the plate and chewed it down. It tasted metallic and gristly, but I swallowed it anyhow, and could not have told you why.

A blob of red ketchup dripped from the plate onto the sleeve of my white uniform, forming one perfect diamond.

I called across the kitchen. “Hey, Charlene, happy Valentine’s Day. And then I started to whistle.

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thefifthclown · 5 years ago

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Afterword

Fifth, Pierrot, afterword

This book marks the fourth in the “Deadly Sins of Evil” series, but unlike the others this one is not based off of any of the “Seven Deadly Sins”. Strictly speaking, it’s a sequel to the previous work, “Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep”.

I considered for a moment if it wouldn’t be nicer to just make one deadly sin per book, but “The Daughter of Evil” that I started with already had four books to it, after all. So I decided not to worry about that.

This story is set at roughly the middle of the series, and it has a big turning point in it. For that reason its various scenes and depictions are a little bit complicated, but…Well, I hope you’ll forgive me on that. I needed to come to a settlement somewhere, once and for all. After this it’ll go back to being a bit more simple.

This applies to the previous work as well, but I had several substantial alterations and additions to the plot during the course of writing this.

For example, the true identity of the character that becomes clear in the end of the previous book. That originally wasn’t going to be established in that scene. I figured we would learn the truth alongside the other characters in the climax of this book. As for why I changed it…For no other reason than the flow of the story. I wound up feeling like, “If they don’t show up here, when are they gonna show up?” as I was writing it. Though ultimately I think it was the right choice.

Aside from that, there’s also the diva “Rin Chan”. Frankly, at first she was just a one-shot character who showed up in a Schuburg newspaper article. So I was more careless than usual on her name. It’s basically just “Rin-chan”, after all. Furthermore, before that she’d had the name of “Rinchan Orenoyome”. I’m terrible.

One of the themes that’s pervaded the series is that of the connection between mother and child. Venomania’s mother killed herself because of him, Conchita was abused by her mother (and her final outcome wound up tying into that theme too), and Riliane went out of control as she did out of wanting to become like her mother. Aside from that there’s many characters who have antagonist relationships with their mothers, like Kyle, and Hänsel and Gretel.

This time the theme became something that was more in the forefront. Lemy and Julia had a good relationship, which is rare for this series, but were they ultimately able to understand each others’ feelings? I think you can tell by reading the book, however the two of them are both a little different from the average person. Perhaps that’s why neither of them knew how to love someone or be loved by them. This theme is going to continue on past this point. After all, I’m sure the next work is going to be “The Tailor of Enbizaka”, and I do recall something like “sewing scissors inherited by my mother” showing up in the lyrics. The setting is going to be the country whose name has popped up from time to time through the series, Jakoku. It’s a country that’s based on Japan in the real world.

Well then, let us meet again next at the “Deadly Sin of Envy”—

AkunoP (mothy)

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musicanddancingthroughlife · 5 years ago

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Langst/Klance -- Pierrot

Okay guys, I know I forgot to upload something last week but this is like. My longest chapter yet, I guess. It is Klance, which I haven’t written in a while, and it’s probably super rough cause I hate myself and won’t go back and edit, but hey, have. Other than that, I hate myself and that sums up a lot of aspects of my life right now.

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“Hunk? Hunk, where’d you go? All right, so Coran isn’t as good of a cook as you are, but I think by now we should be used to that, there’s no need to run from it.”

Lance stopped short when he heard loud sobs and that too quick breathing that signaled Hunk’s anxiety attacks. Lance didn’t hesitate, though. “Hey, Hunk? Can I touch you, buddy?” His friend shifted under his mess of blankets, shivering and shaking. Lance swept him up into a hug, holding close for a few minutes before he grasped one of Hunks’ larger hands in one of his own. He settled their joined hands on Lance’s chest, Hunk instantly using lance’s heartbeat to steady his gasping breath.

It took several minutes, but Lance sat patiently, whispering reassurance and comfort in both English and Spanish. Once he was sure Hunk was calmed down, he pulled back into a tight hug, letting Hunk weep into his neck, uncaring of how the tears were dampening his clothes and making him uncomfortable. “Wanna talk?” Hunk nodded, but it was still a while before he said anything. And when he did, Lance felt his heart stop.

“Lance, what am I doing here? I’m not a pilot like you guys; I don’t even like flying. How can I save the universe if I can’t even do basic flight exercises like today’s?” And with that, he burst into a fresh wave of tears.

Lance contented himself with rubbing Hunk’s back, letting him cry out his insecurities and frustration, but he didn’t let that stop him from trying to assuage those fears. “Come on, man, you’re one of the two smartest people on our team! 50% of our brain power! Maybe something like 33% if we’re really gonna count Coran, but let’s also keep in mind that you’re the reason we’re not dying of starvation or too much exposure to goo, so at the very least, you deserve more credit than that. And you’ve come so far! Yellow is lucky to have you as her pilot! And you’ve got some of the top skills in the training rooms, don’t you? You’re just behind Shiro and Keith!

“And come on, it’s not like you’re the only making mistakes! Remember last week when I accidentally used those weird pellet gun things and shot Shiro in the ass? And what about when I was racing Keith and wound up making both of us crash into the ground? Was that stupid, or what?” Lance belted out a laugh, cringing inwardly when it sounded just a little too loud, but thankfully Hunk didn’t seem to notice. He just let out a weak giggle, but Lance could see that there were still tears in his eyes. That was fine. He had plenty of stories to entertain Hunk with.

Keith was annoyed. Why was he always the one having to track down Lance when he wandered off? It’s not like Keith was his keeper or anything. Hell, he didn’t even like Lance!

…Okay, maybe that was a lie, because what wasn’t to like? Honestly, Keith was just as infatuated as he was irritated, even at that moment, which was impressive because at that moment, Keith felt more horrified at what he was hearing. First, the very idea that Hunk was doubting his worth on the team, was ridiculous, and he wished that he knew what to say in order to make him feel better, but at least Lance was handling that okay. Keith just wished it wasn’t at Lance’s own expense.

At first, he was just surprised at hearing Lance recount those stories, stories which made Lance look like an idiot who can’t do anything right. He was pleased to hear that Hunk was seeming to cheer up, but he also knew that Lance’s laughter wasn’t completely honest. There was a tinge of pain to it. Lance normally tried to avoid reminders of those moments, and here he was, voluntarily sharing them, just to help a friend.

More laughter spilled from the room, and Keith bit his lip. Lance’s laughter was sounding more and more broken as he continued sharing stories. Thankfully he had begun reminding Hunk of all the good he had done, both before and after Voltron, but the tears in Lance’s voice were starting to hurt him. Thankfully, it was really only a couple minutes later when Hunk and Lance stepped out of Hunk’s room, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. Keith felt a pang in his chest.

“Keith!” Hunk’s eyes were rimmed with red, but the beaming smile he gave Keith told him that Lance had succeeded in making his friend feel better. “Did you need something?”

“Coran and Allura wanted me to tell you guys that we’re ready to have dinner, if you want to join us.” His eyes drifted over to Lance, and found himself amazed by how Lance was able to mask the pain in his eyes. Sure, Keith could still tell, because he was actively looking for it, but no one else would have any idea. How did he do that? Why would he do that?

Hunk quickly ducked under Lance’s arm to clasp a large hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Well, let’s get to it, man, I’m starving!” And Hunk began to drag Keith away, leaving Lance behind to follow. Keith glanced back, but when he did, he just saw Lance flash a wide grin at him, and then Hunk was pulling him around a corner.

The next time he saw Lance was a few minutes after he and Hunk had seated themselves, when he quietly slipped into the dining hall. He was just a little too quiet while they ate, but nobody else seemed to notice, and that’s when Keith resolved to keep a closer eye on his sharpshooter.

“Lance! You’re not nearly fast enough!” Lance’s concentration broken, Pidge managed to catch his foot with her katar. Startled at the unexpected catch, she accidentally shocked him, and Lance yelped in pain, crashing to the ground.

“Oh my god, Lance, I am so sorry!” Pidge started to rush over, but Allura stopped her before she could.

“Lance!” she snapped impatiently, “get up, now, and try again!” Lance was amazed. She wanted him to what? He just got shocked with who knows how much electricity! Hunk and Keith stared in shock, first looking at Allura in disbelief, then at Lance, still on the ground, trying to breathe through the pain coursing through him, and finally at Shiro, begging him to do something. He stepped forward.

“Allura, come on, we’ve all been training for hours. We’re exhausted.”

“You guys are fine. Go get some rest. Lance still has a lot of work he needs to do, and he’s never going to improve if he doesn’t stop wasting our time!” These last words were focused on Lance, who squeezed his eyes shut, shooting hand rhythmically flexing and relaxing. He felt a stab of shame in his chest. Of course, she was right. He was the weak link. He was behind everybody else in hand-to-hand, hell, even Pidge just took him down! They were never going to get anywhere with him being such a baby about training.

“Allura—” Shiro began, but Lance cut him off.

“No, she’s right.” Lance shakily got to his feet, small gasps and grunts escaping him as he forced his wobbly legs to support his weight. “I can do better, just let me go again.”

Shiro looked less than impressed. “Lance, you can barely stand. Let’s just call it a day and we can hit it hard in the morning.” And hell, Lance wanted nothing more than to be able to take a break. He wasn’t positive how long they had been going so far, but he knew it was at least a couple of hours – usually they train hand-to-hand for two, taking turn so everyone could rest, and so that they could each practice with varying styles and techniques. Then they would take an extra hour in the shooting range, and then move on to team building exercises before finishing for the day. Briefly, he wondered how long Allura wanted him to continue practicing.

“There, you see? He gets it, at least.” Oh, he got it all right. He was a failure, as usual, and he needed to work harder to catch up, to not bring his friends down. People could die if he wasn’t good enough. Lance gritted his teeth, preparing himself to go again. “Come on, Pidge, I won’t make it as easy on you this time.”

“Actually, I believe Coran needed both Pidge and Hunk for a project today, so if you two would go get showered and then meet with him, that would be fantastic.” Allura’s face was set, decisive. Pidge and Hunk were done for the day. Lance blinked.

“Okay… Shiro, will you run through it with me again? I know I can get it.” He really didn’t, but he wasn’t going to stop until he did, so it wasn’t like he had any other choice.

“Lance, I need Shiro so we can plan our next course of action. Got that, Shiro?” Her voice was hard and unforgiving, but still, Shiro hesitated, looking back at Lance almost questioningly. Lance shook his head. “It’s fine, Shiro, I’m sure Keith will help me?” Keith stepped forward, but Allura spoke up again.

“Honestly, Lance! Keith spends too much time training as is. You are the only one who needs the extra practice, stop trying to guilt the others into staying behind to help you. Keith, I don’t want to see you anywhere near the training room until tomorrow, when we are in fact scheduled to train.” The look in her eyes dared Keith to argue, and Lance knew him well enough to know that he needed to step in.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I can do it on my own. More fun to have company, but you’re right. Keith deserves a break.” Lance couldn’t look them in the eye. Not only was he going to struggle with the training itself, but now he was going to be isolated from his friends for who knows how long. What a day.

Keith clenched his fists, anger rushing through him. Lance was trying just as hard as any of them! In fact, he was trying harder than most of them! This was ridiculous, and he had no idea why Allura was acting the way she was. Like Lance needed a punishment or something! But with Lance agreeing with her, Keith couldn’t see how he could stay behind to help him with the combination.

“Lance, if you need to see the combo again – though you really shouldn’t, seeing as Shiro and Keith demonstrated it numerous times for you and you would have it if you had been paying attention – you can recall it on the databases here in the training room. You will practice until you get the combo, and until either Shiro or myself can confirm that you know it.” And without another word, she swept out of the room, calling to the other paladins on her way out.

Slowly, hesitantly, Pidge and Hunk wished Lance good luck, before they left to find Coran. Shiro look sympathetic, but ultimately, there wasn’t much they could do. Especially where Lance was willing to just put in the extra time. Already, he was gulping down some water, shuffling and shifting to allow his feet to find the beginning stance. Keith wanted nothing more than to stay behind, to offer some help or advice or dammit, even just some company! Lance needed people, and to cut him off from everyone like this was unnecessarily cruel. But before he could even offer any encouraging words, Lance was moving his way through the combination, slowly mapping out each step. Keith sighed, but then he followed the rest of their friends out of the training room.

Hopefully Lance would be okay.

Of course, none of them saw Lance again until way after dinner. The other paladins had long since headed to bed, but Keith had been unable to sleep and was in the middle of debating whether it was safe to go to the training room or not when Lance came stumbling out of it. Trailing behind Allura, he looked beaten and exhausted. His hair and clothes were soaked through with sweat and Keith suspected he was favoring his leg. Meanwhile Allura looked smug, pleased with the knowledge that her slowest paladin was improving, that they were that much closer to defeating Zarkon. Lance slowly shuffled towards the kitchen, but Allura stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she questioned.

Lance frowned. “I haven’t eaten yet…”

“It’s far too late to be making another mess in the kitchen,” she looked at him disapprovingly, and Keith felt anger rising to the surface. “It’d be best if you slept instead. Eat in the morning.” Keith gaped at her, but he was unnoticed by the two of them. Really, that just meant that once Allura had turned Lance towards the direction of their bedrooms, Keith was in the perfect position to see the pained resignation cross Lance’s face.

Before he even realized it, Keith had retrieved some light food from the kitchen and was knocking on Lance’s door. He left the foot on the floor, where Lance would hopefully see it, and then scurried around the corner as quickly and quietly as he could. He heard the door open, there was a few seconds of silence and then some rustling before the door shut again. When Keith peeked around the corner, the food was gone.

Only a couple days later, and Keith was again frustrated about Lance. It looked like he still hadn’t recovered fully from that long night in the training room, and he couldn’t understand why. Shiro had been really careful in making sure that nothing like that happened again, but that didn’t stop Allura from pushing Lance’s limits as hard as she could get away with when Shiro wasn’t looking. But despite this, Lance still looked so tired all the time.

That night, at dinner, Keith kept a close eye on Lance. He seemed normal, though tired, and it wasn’t until after dinner that he realized Lance wasn’t retiring to his room like most of the rest of the paladins were. Instead, he headed to the training room. Keith camped out outside, bored out of his mind, but more determined to find out if Lance was really okay or not. Lance logged a good three hours before he finally came out of the locker room exit. He was breathing heavily, gasping for air, and muscles loose and trembling, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Keith forced himself to relax as he followed Lance down the hallway from a distance. Lance gulped down a water pouch, and then set off to the Lion Hangar, where Pidge was still absorbed in her latest project.

“Pidge.” It was quiet, and the reaction was slight, but Keith still recognized how Pidge flinched and her shoulders shot up to her ears. “When are you going to go to bed?”

“None of your business!” Pidge spat, and Keith was more than surprised at the venom in the girl’s voice. Lance only sighed.

“Pidge. You need to sleep. Please.” Was this why he was so tired? He was trying to make sure Pidge was getting to bed? Keith looked at Pidge critically. If that was the case, he really wasn’t doing a good job. But, he realized with a pang, that wasn’t his fault. No one else was trying to get Pidge to sleep at all, and it was obvious she desperately needed the rest.

“Fuck off, Lance, I don’t need a babysitter.” Lance flinched, but refused to back down. “Come on, just one night. You haven’t slept more than a couple of hours in who knows how many days.”

Pidge narrowed her eyes. “Have you been keeping tabs on me?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Well no one else is and the only people who really care are who knows where and I’m trying to find them, so leave me alone.”

There were a few moments of silence where Keith wondered if he should intervene. Before he could, Lance spoke up again. “I know you have nightmares, Pidge.” Pidge froze. “Come on, did you really think I wouldn’t notice, kid? You’re pushing yourself too far. Keep it up and you won’t control when you collapse from exhaustion. You’ve gotta sleep at some point. At least this way, you’ll have more control over when and how.”

Pidge shook her head, but even Keith could tell that her eyes were glazing with tears. “Pidge, come on. I’ll stay with you. You don’t have to worry about nightmares. I chase nightmares for my siblings all the time.” Lance’s hands fisted briefly, then relaxed again. Pidge looked up at Lance pleadingly. “Would you really stay?” she asked hesitantly.

Lance bent down without another word, scooping her up into his arms. “Of course I will. If Matt can’t be here to do it for you, then I’ll gladly fill in for him until he can, don’t worry.”

When Keith saw them the next morning, Lance looked even more exhausted than before, but Pidge was obviously more relaxed and clearheaded.

Everyone expressed their joy at Pidge getting rest, and they praised her for finally taking some time to herself.

She didn’t mention a single word about how Lance basically had to force her to finally get some sleep, or that he was the whole reason she felt comfortable for doing so in the first place.

And no one else seemed to notice how Lance was so tired he could barely keep a handle on his emotions during training that day.

In fact, Keith suspects it was because of that loose grip on his emotions that the disaster that was training really occurred.

“Lance, come on, really try here! Everyone else is working so hard, and they’re doing great, just try a little harder for us! We’re a team, and we can’t be that if we have to drag you along on missions.”

Keith knew, okay, he knew that Shiro was under a lot of stress. He was still young, only a little older than them, and he’d suffered a lot of trauma that no one should ever have to go through. But, really? Lance was so tired, and he was trying so hard, and he was doing so much for all of them. He didn’t deserve this.

Lance, though, merely looked up at Shiro from where he was laying on the floor, eyes bleary and unfocused. Shiro clenched his jaw, visibly willing himself to dredge up some of that incredible patience he’s always preaching at Keith about. “Lance, if you won’t take this seriously, then we have no reason to keep you on as a paladin. I’ve been trying to defend you from Allura, but honestly? She’s right. You need to work harder and take this more seriously, and if you can’t even do that then I don’t know why you’re bothering to stick around.”

Keith glanced around for help from Pidge and Hunk, but they were far on the other side of the training room, and hadn’t noticed what was happening yet. Keith slowly stepped forward. “Shiro, maybe we should…” Shiro barely glanced at him when he walked past, all but racing out of the training room, leaving Lance an overtired and emotional mess on the floor. At first, they both just sat there in silence, but then Lance visibly steeled himself, taking a deep breath and choking back tears. And when he finally staggered to his feet, wiping his eyes clear of any moisture, Keith felt like his heart might break.

“He’s right, it’s fine. I’m going to go take a breather, and I’ll come back to try again after dinner, I think. I need to get this right.” For a moment, Keith couldn’t breathe, his heart and soul ached so much for this sad, lost boy in front of him, but before he could gather his thoughts enough to speak, Lance had taken off.

He didn’t see him again until very late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on your perspective. Keith had been heading to the kitchen to get a water pouch, but instead barely managed to stop himself from walking into Shiro having a panic attack. Keith was more surprised by that than by the fact Lance was talking him down from it. He had Shiro’s hand clutched against his own chest, helping him to time his breaths, and he was gently chattering away about his family, joking with Shiro as if it wasn’t a one-sided conversation during which the other participant was having a full-scale attack. It was impressive, but when you looked closely, it wasn’t hard to see that Lance’s hands were trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

Some time later, it was evident that Shiro was too tired to notice any of those things, as he instead broke down into tears once he’d calmed down enough. Lance stayed with him the entire time, and Keith kept a silent vigil over his friend. The two of them didn’t retire until the day castle had begun shifting into its day cycle. And if anyone else noticed that Lance was starting to look a little less vibrant, a little less happy, a little less excited about life, they didn’t say anything. Lance appeared to wish to just brush it off, and Keith was content to bide his time.

But that wasn’t going to last too long.

“I don’t know how to help you, okay!” The quiet that followed that outburst was just as loud. Keith couldn’t bear it. Lance should never look this depressed, this dejected. “Lance.”

There was silence, Lance refused to glance up and acknowledge Keith, so he tried again.

“Lance. Please. Look at me.” Another few seconds of silence before Lance shook his head weakly. Feeling the pain in his chest tighten, Keith tried again. He had a vision of Lance comforting and coaching Hunk through a panic attack, Lance running himself ragged training for Allura’s peace of mind, Lance’s willingness to sacrifice his own sleep to ensure Pidge slept, the trust and faith he placed in Shiro, despite consistently feeling that Shiro didn’t even like him, forget about trusting him.

“Just. Please. I just want you to be honest. Be you. Please, just be selfish for a few minutes. I promise, I’ll still be here. I don’t… I don’t need you to be anything but yourself. Please.” Still silence. “You’ve done so much for all of us, and I need you to know that even if you didn’t stretch yourself so thin for all of us, we would all still love you. We would still value you. You’re our friend. None of us knew what we were getting into, but we do all know that none of us would be here without you. We wouldn’t have even found Blue, we would’ve give up, I don’t know what exactly, I just know that we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, and that we can’t do this without you!” Keith’s voice went soft, and Lance stood frozen, looking back at Keith with a shocked expression. “I can’t do this without you, Lance, and I can’t stand to watch you push yourself so hard and get no credit or appreciation or even a thank you. You’re worth more than that to me, and I know you’re worth more than that to the others, too.”

Lance’s lower lip trembled. “I can’t not help them, Keith.”

Keith stepped forward, placed gentle hands on Lance’s shoulders, carefully pulled him into a hug. “I know, Lance, I know,” This close, he knew to keep his voice quiet, murmuring directly into Lance’s ear. “I love you for that, but you can’t push too hard too fast. You deserve better, and we want more than that for you. I promise. Just talk to us, we can be there for you, just like you’re there for us. I’ll be there for you, if you’ll let me.” Keith felt his face flush, but he forced himself to stay put. Lance needed him more, right then.

They stood there for several minutes, no sound save for Lance’s quiet sobs and Keith’s hushed reassurances and promises.

“I’ll try.”

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