#Rika's kneecaps

[xi-writes]

UR 5’11????? I’M 5’2 WTF GIVE ME UR HEIGHT. LET ME EAT UR KNEECAPS. SHRINK

YES I WASN'T JOKING I'M 5'11

Y'ALL SMOL

Consider: I pick you up and give you a stick, DEFEND RIKA, POWER TOWER

I'LL KICK THEIR SHINS FOR YOU

[agatahikaru]

i'm so normal about Rika in PKMN, so normal (grips kneecaps)

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I just wanted to comment about "An Honest Betrayal." I usually don't read fanfiction or browse anything NSFW, but I got curious and read it. I was completely stunned and amazed by your writing. I felt like I was breathing in that kiseru smoke and suffering MC's loneliness. Before I went to bed, I debated to myself what anyone could have done in MC's circumstances and when I woke up this morning I was still thinking about it. Thank you for writing and sharing.

Oh my gosh, thank you!! I’ve wanted to write this fic for months and I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed it :D

[marshmallowprotection]

I ship everyone* with everyone* as long is not incestuous. (* Who's Rika, I don't know her)

That's a given one. When I say that I'm okay with any ship. I mean ships that may be crack, silly, or OC x Canon or Self Insert. That does not include ships that are incest or have minors with adult characters. I will break the kneecaps of anyone who ships family members or children with adults.

[hopefadeskg]

What genre of music best suites each character? 😳

A/N: Since it’s 3am and I’m alone, I’m just gonna give you a whole playlist for each character. Canon and Hype House AU! I italicized and made bold the ones that fit most for each of them in both of the AU’s!

HOPE FADES/HYPE HOUSE PLAYLISTS

Katsumi:

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Hype House:

bubble gum//clairo

sunset lover//petit biscuit

falling for you//peachy!

night ride//eddie rohosy

her//eery

requiem//aeiko

Canon KG:

wreak havoc//skylar grey

freak//sub urban

horns//bryce fox

a little messed up//june

city of angels//24kgolden

mastermind//mindless self indulgence 

Suki:

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bubble tea//dark cat

pixel galaxy//snail’s house

hot milk//snail’s house

love like you//steven universe

Canon KG:

bust your kneecaps//pomplamoose

secret//the pierces

hide and seek//vocaloid

Rika:

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Hype House:

just add water//cavetown

saint bernard//lincoln

sex with a ghost//teddy hyde

body//mother mother

Canon KG:

oh no!//marina and the diamonds

strawberry shortcake//melanie martinez

nightmares//ellise

Rensaki:

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Hype House:

lilith//ellise

gatekeeper//jessie reyez

siren//kailee morgue

aphrodite//rini

broken clocks//sza

Canon KG:

what if i told you i love you//ali gatie

july//noah cyrus

ribs//lorde

buzzcut season//lorde

Aspen:

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Hype House:

ghosts//jacob tillberg

drugs//upsahl

house of gold//twenty one pilots

Canon KG:

game of survival//ruelle

survivor//2wei

everybody wants to rule the world//lorde

castle//halsey

Polly:

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Hype House:

coffee//beabadoobee

your text//sundial

suffocate//hayd

the head and the heart//honeybee

sweet boi//chevy

lowlife//that poppy

Canon KG:

your soul//forrest

flower//johnny stimson

youth//troye sivan

crush culture//conan gray

[box-of-muses]

Shall extract based on events happening with a high school AU RP with - @mysmemuses No matter how pure she may believe him to be, he knew all too well how tainted his soul truly was. It did not matter, of course. His ‘devil’ only flew free when people he loved got hurt by those who enjoyed the sick twisted fantasy of pushing the ‘weak’ around.

At the age of thirteen, he had taken his first life. Vanderwood was beyond any type of salvation but he’d chosen not to lose himself to the darkness either. Instead - he was more like a tightly sprung coil - ready to strike if the need arisen. And that night was such a need. A few days had passed since he had sat holding Rika between his arms, gentle words and touches unable to take aware the pain and fear that was present within her voice, to take away the self-hate that dripped from every word she spoke. Even though she had been a victim, bullied into acting out - to defend herself, she had laid there in tears, blaming herself for every wrong thing to have ever happened. He had been unable to do anything but to listen and to try and comfort - but Vanderwood's skill with words wasn’t his greatest asset and at times he had to wonder if he was doing any good or just adding to the girl's confusion. He sighed, blowing out the smoke from the cigarette that he’s lit a few moments earlier, deep brown eyes searching through the crowd of students below from where he sat half hidden within the treetops that hung over the side of the school walls. Security concerns were the least of his problems - these overlooked issues were what made this place the best type of hideout that he had found for over a year now. Though there was no use in pretending. He stayed here for Rika’s sake too. He was placing himself at risk, the longer that he stuck around - yet he knew that he wasn’t going anywhere - not until that girl could stand on her own two feet. Not until she’d found that strength inside that he had been trying to show she had from day one. He could do nothing to help protect her against her parents. But against the other students? Well - he wasn’t gifted with words, but his fists were another story altogether. Now - he was no thug. A stalker perhaps, spying on his possible victims for well over a month in advance, taking in all the wrongdoings that the small group of boys seemed to enjoy taking part in. Rika was far from the only girl being bullied by these fools and only when it seemed as though they might go too far did he make some type of noise to make them scatter. He wasn’t about to allow them to attack anyone if he was nearby but he had seen enough to reassure himself that this was the correct action to take. A simple beating would not be enough. He needed to send the entire school a message. Anyone who laid a finger on Rika or attempted to bully her in order to get some ‘weird’ reaction, would suffer the same fate as these boys. A bit extreme, perhaps - and no doubt he would end up attracting the type of attention that he had been hoping to keep away from. His family would hear about this, but this was a risk worth taking. To see that smile shine on his Angels face at least once more. To know that if he were to ever vanish - Rika would be able to stand on her own two feet. The night was new, a dull light still present in the sky, the silence of the playground broken only by the scraping of a metal pole being dragged along the wall as he wandered around towards the back of the building. He knew now that the three boys often met there on friday nights - to share out their ‘winnings’ from the past weeks bullying. He could already hear their muffled arguments - one boy complaining loudly about being tricked while another spoke of a strange hooded figure that seemed to always be around, watching over ‘their girls’. Vanderwood rolled his eyes slightly, tugging his hood up as he walked out into their pathway - smirking behind his scarf, well Rika’s scarf, at the silence to greet him. He supposes he must have been some sight. A tall, scruffy looking male, wearing torn clothing that looked as though it had seen better days, a long floral scarf covering half his face while he bounced a steel pipe between his hands - eyes taking in each of the ground in turn. He could see that they were shocked, unsure on how to take him. One, the skinniest and smallest, burst out into laughter and pointed at the scarf he worse. “Isn’t that the crazy bitches?” He barely had time to blink through as Vanderwood’s patience snapped right there and then, a sickening crunch like noise being heard a split second before a blood-curdling scream split through the night sky as the pipe struck out and landed with force into the speakers kneecap, the young man crumpling to the ground in agony as Vanderwood quickly moved away from the punches thrown at him from the other two. The fast one was down a lot quicker than he had anticipated - pipe tossed off to one side as he instead begun to narrowly avoid the blows sent in his direction. “You crazy bastard! My father’s a cop”, one yelled. Not that the threat meant much to him. His father was even worse than a cop and besides, he was here for Rika’s sake. He didn’t care much about how this man pan out for him. He glanced down towards where the skinny kid had curled up hugging into his broken leg. Good. Two against one - and these two would be made to suffer even worse. A blow landed on the side of his cheek, forcing him to have to listen to the gleeful laughter of the one who had struck him, the other managing to hit his side. But all this was a ploy, a way to both make them have a false belief of his ability and for him to learn about there’s. He was a quick learner - watching how they moved, how slow certain cuts and kicks came - how they used one another to try and give him as little opening as possible in which to react. Unfortunately for them, he wasn’t just some street rat. He was trained in martial arts from an early age and though they may be designed to help more in self-defense - they could easily be turned into a deadly weapon too. Not that he wished to kill anyone. If he had his way - his uncle would be the only life he ever took - but something told him that would not be the case. However - for now, he simply wished to send these bastards to the nearest hospital. A grin formed, hidden behind his scarf as he suddenly sidestepped out of their range, narrowing avoiding a fist to the eye, only to chuckle as the two idiots ended up landing their blows on one another instead. He was still silent. Watching as the skinny kid continued to hug into his leg and as the other two boys rubbed at their new injuries, glares being sent in his direction. Oh. He’d pissed them off? Seemed as though the dance was over then. Pity. He was going to let them play for a bit longer - but he noticed that one of the vile scum had managed to get blood on his scarf and his small amount of self-control snapped. What followed next would differ between reports. All three of the boys would speak of a ‘smiling’ monster who moved a quick as the wind, who showed no mercy as he rained punches and kicks down upon their bodies with very little mercy, floral printed scarf hiding most of his face but the grin could be ‘felt’ somehow. They spoke of a dangerous aura and whispers of Rika’s ‘guard dog’ spread throughout the campus at an alarming rate. One of the small group was on crutches for months later and was reported to suffer from nightmares - often claiming to see his attacker around the school grounds yet no one ever seemed able to pinpoint such a presence. Another of the small group was in the hospital for a few weeks and was moved to a new school upon his release while the remaining boy did everything to avoid being alone for too long and avoiding Rika as much as was possible. It wasn’t as if Vanderwood got out of it without any type of injury. A few blows had found their mark and hiding such pain from Rika was rather difficult - explaining the blood on her scarf had meant that he couldn’t hide from what he had done. Not that he would have been able to anyways. Even he had heard rumours about Rika’s ‘crazed guard dog’ and all he did was lurking in the shadows most of the day. Well, it didn’t matter. It had the desired effect of making Rika’s life a little easier and allowed him to work more during the day since he knew that Rika would be safe enough alone at school. Besides - Crazed Guard Dog had a somewhat nice ring to it.

[animebw]

Binge-Watching: The Pet Girl of Sakurasou, Day 1, Episodes 7-12

In which the series’ faults sadly start to outweigh its charms, and my frustrations with fanservice reach a breaking point.

All Too Convenient

“Show, don’t tell” is a maxim that probably gets overused a little too much in media criticism, but it wouldn’t have gotten so popular if there wasn’t at least a kernel of truth in it. In a visual medium like movies, TV, or anime, what we see will always be more prevalent in our thoughts than what we’re told. This is true for worldbuilding, character progression, mood setting and pretty much anything else you can think of. That doesn’t mean you can’t have exposition dumps, or that dialogue doesn’t matter in building character and themes, but it’s safe to say that showing will almost always be a more effective and impactful way of conveying information than just telling the audience.

What’s kneecapping Pet Girl’s ability to really click with me is that it’s almost all telling, no showing. There’s a very distinct pattern in how it tells its story: a character has a problem (Rika is harboring jealousy of Shiina for being such a talented artist, Konda is stuck comparing his own failures to her successes, etc.). They try to pretend they don’t have a problem, but someone, usually Jin or Akazaka (making his on-screen debut), sees through them and spells out their analysis like they’re reading from their character bio. Finally, the character breaks down and exposits about themself in the same analytical way, revealing a self-awareness that feels way too mature for a bunch of high schoolers, especially ones who misread each other so often for the sake of comedy. I’m not saying it’s unrealistic for these characters to be aware of their own faults and hang-ups, but the degree to which the script has them spell it out feels less like emotional narrative and more like a boardroom pitch meeting as an excited young artists details  his extended backstories for everyone to his creative team.

Perhaps it’s unfair of me, but throughout my watch I keep flashing back to Toradora, and the many ways in which Minori, Taiga, and Ami hid from themselves and each other, only really starting to break free from their self-imposed facades near the end of the series after so many episodes dedicated to them trying and failing to break through the complicated machinery of social interaction. I remember starting to feel misty-eyed as early as episode 8, when it becomes clear just how much Taiga is struggling with her conflicted feelings of who she wants to be, and who she wants to be with. Compared to that, this overly simplistic writing just feels half-assed.

Can We Not?

Perhaps if the comedy was strong enough, I could overlook some of these faults. Unfortunately, while there are still plenty of funny bits to chew out, the “gags” are becoming overwhelmingly dominated by fanservice bullshit. And I’m just gonna say it: I don’t want to fucking watch a bunch of teenage girls getting groped, sexually humiliated, and presented like they’re pieces of meat on a serving platter for my supposed enjoyment. It’s infuriating how every female character is presented, even though they’re perfectly fine as characters. Aoyama is embarrassed to be seen in sexual ways, so let’s ogle her uncomfortably at every chance we get and invade her privacy in ways that would be utterly cruel to her in real life. Misaki is a fun and wild character, so let’s shove as many boob physics into her as we can. Mashiro is demure and quiet and cute, so let’s make sure she spends as much time naked or half-dressed as humanly possible. Even Rita is almost entirely defined by how she flaunts her breasts at every conceivable male in her immediate vicinity before we even start to learn about her issues with envy. It’s the show-don’t-tell thing again; we’re shown so much of these girls as little more than sex dolls that it becomes hard to think of them as anything but.

Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, we really had to drag an imouto character into the mix for an episode just so she could flash her panties and get naked for a bath scene. Really? Fucking really? The worst possible anime trope just had to make a guest appearance? Fuck you.

Some Hope Remains

That. Having. Been. Said. Pet Girl isn’t a total loss just yet. Like I said earlier, it’s still got enough decent gags that actively watching it is never too grating. But perhaps more hopefully, this last episode ended with a bunch of confessions! Misaki and Jin seemed to have officially hooked up, and it looks like Mashiro has finally realized her own feelings for Konda. It’s not every romantic comedy, even the really good ones, where the lovers come together before the final episode. I don’t know if this will stick, but if it does, and it actively explores what life in a relationship is like for everyone, Pet Girl might just redeem itself yet. Fingers crossed.

Odds and Ends

-”Don’t worry, I’m wearing panties.” Okay, that exchange cracked me up.

-That was a damn good interactive anime thing, showcasing all of the kids’ talents. Stuff like that is far more effective than the show’s many heavy-handed monologues.

Woah, how did I get halfway through a 24-episode anime in one day? I surprise myself sometimes. If I can match this Wednesday, this’ll be my shortest watch yet. See you then!

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

who're ur favorite kpop groups/artists?

BTS and IU! 

IU was in a drama I really loved called Scarlet Heart Ryeo and my friends got me listening to BTS and watching their vids. It was all slippery slope from there dfgdfgd

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

hi elly! Your tarot post made me think about vabverse. Which card would you relate to Nari?

The high priestess can relate to intuition and changes in life, trusting your inner voice etc etc. I think that in the events of the game and for sure the later events of vabverse, this is a good card for her. It also fits quite nicely alongside the reversed hanged man (V) and the Lovers (Jumin)

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

you mentioned the wizards in a previous post and i was wondering why you thought they were unlikely in mystic messenger. I've seen a lot of theories about it and the new route has gotten me thinking

I think it would be interesting if that theory turned out to be true but currently my thoughts are basically

I don’t mean to piss on anyone’s bonfire or anything, it’s just that to insert wizards into mysme in a way that makes sense, you would have to change either the lore of the wizards or the lore of mysme itself. Cheritz, of course, are able to do this whenever they want, but as a fan with only the facts from the game at my disposal and no ties to them at all, it seems a bit redundant.

It’s fun to speculate, though! Cheritz’s games are great and it’s good to know that more people are playing them.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I'm sorry for assuming earlier. I honestly had no ill intentions. I was trying to give people the benefit of the doubt and not assume there were so many fans not commenting. I see now that I didn't completely grasp the situation. Usually when there's a discrepancy in stats, it's because of a tagging issue, and people aren't finding what they're looking for. But I see that's not the case. I just know there's a lot of shy people like me that feel intimidated by authors so we don't say anything.

I mean, you’re not getting paid for writing. It’s basically for your enjoyment(like you said) I get sometimes you need to be appreciated, but it seems like you expect and cry out for everyone to to like every single fic you do. Sounds like you’re more for quantity over quality.

Anon, I was prepared to be vaguely okay with you and accept your apology up until the second half of this message.

Anon, please explain to me why it is that fanfic and fanart are equally as important to fandom, but when fanfic authors ask to be treated with the same respect we get labelled as problematic, insulted in some way or told we should write for our own enjoyment?

A writer is not obligated to upload their fics to the web and many of us do so as only half of a conversation. Would you say any of this to an artist? 

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

You keep breaking my heart, but I keep coming back to you. Why? Tell me why am I addicted to your angsty V writing? I can't keep living like this, blank faced with a broken heart. But I still do. Why? I just wanted to read happy V headcanons... and you slap me with the bitch that reality is. Haha jk I'm fine (no I'm not).

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

oK sooo have you considered a Tokyo Ghoul x Mystic Messenger AU/fic?? It's my current obsession after seeing some aMAZING art of it from @cwookies lmao. Thanks~ I love your work Elly

I don’t know Tokyo Ghoul at all, so I don’t have any opinions either way. Crossovers are always fun though!

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Any JuminV hcs? Thanks!

Lots, haha

Here’s some JuminV

Here’s some more JuminV

Jumin, V and Elizabeth Three

The mannerisms I think Jumin and V got from each other

If you’d like something that’s not covered there, my requests are open!

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Thanks for doing baehee in your last nsfw post. I like it when shes included 😊

aaAAAAA same! There’s not enough baehee contents

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

What do you think it wouldve been like if Rika had ended up dating Jumin instead?

I’d rather not.