#THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE IM NGL

[wistrea]

@telndas sent: well , that doesn't sound like a good thing .

❛     oh, it certainly isn't.    ❜  despite the heavy implications of her words, the inquisitor delivers them with an unwavering eloquence that somehow softens the edges of the messages, yet does nothing to lighten it's weight. an attribute of diplomacy credited to her noble upbringing, one could say, though kira has never been one to honey a bitter pill to swallow before she fed it to a mouth hungry for answers.

after all, she would not insult suhani by feeding her the same compromised speeches she gave the nobles of orlais when they sent her hardened requests disguised in their elegant script writing. kira had been the one to ask for suhani's council in the first place, shoving aside pride for the sake of the inquisition's best interests as they continued to build their resources and reputation in their pursuit of solutions. even within the privacy of the war table room, she does not allow her posture to slump, as she reads the contents of the parchment in her hand once again, before finally placing it down atop the map - covered surface.

❛    it will only serve to hinder the operations of the corvids in val royeaux if we do not cooperate with lieutenant cloche-sec for now. our reputation with orlais remains fickle. it will help us retain a better foundation if we aid them in pursuing the marquise bouffon.    ❜  she said, glancing at suhani as she folded her arms across her chest. ❛     that is where i was hoping i could ask for your aid, friend of mine. you're a better voice to the wardens than i, and i heard they were pursuing demons in a similar area. two are better than one in a hunt.    ❜

[opopsums]

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[unforth]

Prefacing this TGCF post with: people can draw and write however they want forever and I support them and this is about my personal view of these characters.

Anyway.

I saw a post today that had Xie Lian singing "when will my life begin" from Tangled and it drove home what really bugs me about a lot of fan casts of Hualian onto popular media (see also my Howl's Moving Castle take). It's this idea that Xie Lian is, well, waiting for his life to begin, and Hua Cheng swoops in and makes it exciting, when this is imo so utterly antithetical, and in fact opposite, to canon.

Xie Lian has lived and lived and lived. He was a prince, he fought in wars, even during his 800 years fallen the whole book is an exercise in showing that he WASN'T just waiting around, he kept doing things the whole time - Fang Xin Guoshi and General Hua and and and. AND he also cultivated to the point of ascending again. Xie Lian is a fucking bad ass idealistic martyr who doesn't know when to quit and at least to me that's the whole point of his character and I love that about and for him so to see him inserted into existing franchise AUs as the wilting flower waiting for a moment to shine is utter character erasure and it makes me insane enough that I'm writing this post about it even though I think I shouldn't and even though I genuinely don't want to rain on anyone's fandom parade. But like. That's not him!

You know who it is?

It's Hua Cheng!

Hong Hong'er lives in Xianle, a kingdom where all this stuff is happening, and he just watches from the sidelines. He's an observer at the parade. He's just some kid. And then he falls (or jumps, or is pushed, you pick your interpretation) and he's caught by literally the coolest guy in the entire kingdom. He's the nobody who gets swept off his feet! And it changes his whole life! Like I think it wouldn't irk me so much to see Xie Lian get typecast that way if Hua Cheng wasn't right there literally living his "I met God and it changed my whole life for the better" fantasy. He seriously deserves to get recognized for this. I get that he's the loud flamboyant one so that makes it seem like he should get cast as a Howl or a Flynn or whoever, but like. He was waiting for his life to begin, and it does, when he meets Xie Lian.

And like. I get that these are kinda competing interpretations that depend on when you look at canon - I'm looking at the original 800 years ago events, others are looking at Hua Cheng coming in 800 years later - but still the "present" in TGCF isn't imo about Xie Lian having waited to be saved, he hasn't been in a hat shop for his whole life boredly making hats, he's never stopped moving and never stopped adventuring and never stopped striving to change the world. Hua Cheng is living out his "you saved me now I save you" fantasies but fundamentally they save each other over and over and over again and that's beautiful and I hate seeing it erased to make Xie Lian into the wilting flower. Like. The one who basically hasn't done anything that whole 800 years is ALSO Hua Cheng. We don't hear about him going off and having idealistic adventures. Everything we know of that he's done was directly related to Xie Lian (ie burning the temples). Other than that he seems to sit around in Ghost City chilling with his ghoulies. So again, finding Xie Lian is what pulls him out of his funk and prompts him to start acting for good, whereas Xie Lian has been acting for good the whole time.

Ugh. I should shut up now, just, I've been in this fandom for four years and this has become such a pet peeve of mine because it reflects such a huge disconnect between how I perceive these characters and how much of the rest of fandom does. And that frustrates me, cause I wish there was more content in line with my perception.

[murdleandmarot]

betrayal, desire, and guilt from that one ask game. For Bluebelle :3

HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN AN ASK!!!!!

I get to talk about my special girl hooray!!! (Guys I love ocs so so much never stop making up silly people in ur head)

Betrayal: okay so I’m going to bring out the Time Machine™️ and NOT talk about Bluebeard for once (shocker)

Bluebelle definitely felt betrayed the first time Victoria brought Misto with her, not in a ‘how dare you know other people 😡’ but more in a ‘someone knows I exist oh god oh fuck :{‘

It took her a little bit to calm down and get used to it, but Misto grew on her. He also helped desensitize her about meeting new people, which is why she didn’t freak out as much when she met Plato.

Desire: love, probably, and to feel safe, which is probably going to come out of her meeting more cats. Like I said before, she’s got Victoria, Misto, and Plato, but they’ve got a lot of jellicle things to do, and whole Jellicle family. That’s a lot of time for Bluebelle to be alone, and it eats away at her. A lot.

Final answer: family, familiarity and love :)

Guilt: BLUEBEARD TIME AGAIN!!!!! I’m obsessed I love you Bluebeard you’re a horrible awful man <3333

Bluebelle feels SO fucking guilty that she managed to get away with her life and her music box. She’s super in the mindset of ‘why did it have to be me’ sort of vibe, and she feels a lot of guilt about not trying to. Kill Bluebeard or something. He’s still out there, and she can’t do anything about it, and she got away, and the other queens didn’t. It EATS at her.

Bluebelle has Victoria and the others, but she doesn’t have anyone to talk to about what happened, because she’s afraid of what they’ll think, (even though Misto would like. 100% kill Bluebeard with lightning), so she doesn’t have any way to cope with the guilt at all. Most days she just tries to forget, and on her really bad days, she just freezes up.

[tidesfate]

∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be (give me the eldritch horror)

❛[ 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS ≻ accepting NOTES: ∗ 34 sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be

SUCH AN UPHEAVAL, SUCH AN OPPORTUNISTIC SHATTER. Old One's eyes crest over the unfolding; parts in play // THE STRINGS KNOTTED AND INDIRECT (SPREADING DIRECTIONS OF POSSIBLE WAITING TO BE SNIPPED). The final had shown itself, the rest withered and wrapped around to be ferried into collection-- - to rot, or to be but the occasional viewing appeal. Now lay the waste of what had been writ // AND IT SHIFTED THROUGH, IT SPOKE WITHIN. Fragile minds, the fresh and isolated when they should be amongst their choirs of echo. Hermaeus Mora provided them an anchor // AND A FAMILIAR SHAPE TO LATCH (STOLEN // REPURPOSED). Much like a decaying colony resting beneath the skeleton above, a shadow that would SERVE for what was necessary // REWRITTEN.

AN UNINVITED TREADS AMONGST THE NEW RUINATION REDONE, BUT NOT UNWANTED. Mental tendrils of command relayed to the illithids within, but did not touch the mind of The Emperor in the same manner (LET HIM APPROACH). The neophytes under the Gods grasp lay mostly within distance and shadow-- - and what it presents to the mind of the rogue is that of an open door. Continue, descend // DOES IT FEEL FAMILIAR? (ANSWER NOT NECESSARY // WORDS OBSOLETE // THE TRUTH IS KNOWN).

WITHIN THE PENETRALIA DID THE GREAT EYE WAIT EXPECTANTLY. Hovering above the vacant gap of the raised circular disk-- - where once three greeted the once active mind behind this all // WHERE ONCE A LESSER GODS AVATAR SPEWED FROM THE PUPIL BELOW (NOW THAT MORE BEFITTING HAD TAKEN THE PROPER MANTLE). The ulitharid carrier looked upon the arrival with elongated pupils holding his-- - its only current deformity 'pon what had once been. “&– - You return to where you once tread, Emperor. However you find your freedom no more at risk here than the surface shadows of which you slink within.” Words that could be taken as a gesture // BUT IT WAS A STATEMENT OF ABSOLUTE.

COLLECTIVE WITHIN COLLECTIVE, TENTACLES OF THE SYNAPSES SLITHERED. It did not compress // IT DID NOT TRY TO DIG AND SUBMIT // but the licking communication radiated whispers not native to the voices of its colony (BEYOND // ITS OWN, EXCLUSIVE). Attention was to be its and its alone in this moment. “&– - An illithid lending aid..... orchestrating the downfall of its own- you are a fascination, a unique commodity amongst similar makes.” It's purr provided is not saccharine // IT IS THAT OF A COLLECTORS EXAMINATION (SOMETHING LARGER OBSERVING A CURIO) // @ownward

[blkkizzat]

yoooooo do you know what happened to callm3senpaii ?!?!?!???? i was a huge fan of their banger works and when i try to find them now their account is deactivated I am devastated 😭

chiiileee 😭 long story short they got mad they traded away gojo on mudae, blocked everyone and deleted their blog.

i wish i was lyin'.

[ilys00ga]

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[pattonsfam-ily]

self destruct

ship(s): creativitwins & analogince (remrom/incest shippers/supporters dni)

description: Remus is having a rough time but his twin is there to patch him up (human au)

warnings: self harm, blood, alcoholism/relapse, eyelash picking, implied pica/disordered eating bc Remus, sexual innuendos/jokey flirting between brothers bc Remus, general grossness bc Remus, basically just Remus being Remus

note: so if you’re not following this blog and find this from tags this is a mini creativitwins focused fic for my sanders sides human!au/roleplay blog LRVerse/pattonsfam-ily where Logan Roman and Virgil are a throuple and live with Virgil’s older brother (my oc) and are best friends with the other canon sanders sides/shorts characters & more of my ocs

Remus was destructive. No matter how much help he got for his issues that was likely to never change. He enjoyed the thrill too much and he would never believe he didn’t deserve to cause pain to himself.

So, sometimes he got himself into some trouble. Like the trouble that had just transpired moments before he somehow made his way to his brother’s house alive.

“Hey, Ro! Your favorite intrusive thot has arrived! But, um, I did a little bit of an… oopsie…” Remus slurs, stumbling into the kitchen where Roman was.

“Ugh, what now? Remus, I swear if,” Roman starts to lecture his idiot brother, not even bothering to look up at him—he was used to his brother always just waltzing right into the house like he still lived there, he did still have a key to be fair—but he stops himself short.

His speech was slurred.

“Are you drunk?” Roman asks and finally looks at him.

He does not like what he finds. Remus’s hands are torn up and bleeding, and there’s a dried streak of blood down his chin. Remus grins at him, revealing blood stained teeth as well.

“Oh, Jesus Christ Superstar. What did you do?!” Roman yells, now making his way over to his brother.

“I… got drunk. Very, very drunk. And I wanted… a snack. So, like any sane person would do, I broke the bottles of the drinks I had and had a little munch. Big deal. No need to lose your shit, brother mine.”

Without another word, Roman gently grabs Remus’s wrist and brings him up to the bathroom.

“Sit.” Roman demands, pointing to the counter.

Remus hops up onto the counter, hissing at the sting in his hands. Roman cringes and grabs his brother’s wrist again so he can look at the hand with the most cuts. There was a small piece of glass embedded in his palm now.

“Sorry, I should have helped you.”

“Oh, please. I clearly enjoy pain.”

“Yeah, unfortunately. Okay, just give me a second.”

Roman turns to the cabinet behind them that held all of their first aid and rummages around a bit. Remus hums a little made up tune in the meantime which Roman would find rather pleasant if the situation was different.

“Okay, this should be good.” Roman mutters more to himself as he closes the cabinet, precariously balancing all of the supplies in his arms.

He then haphazardly dumps them onto the counter beside Remus once he turns back to him.

“Ooh, tweezers? What are they for?” Remus asks excitedly as he picks them up. “I use them to pluck my eyelashes.”

“You mean eyebrows?”

“Nope! I like to put them in jars so I can keep the mites as pets even though I can’t see them.”

“I… Okay, for the love of Artemis and Apollo, please just give them to me.” Roman begs, holding out his hand.

“Aw, Artemis and Apollo. Twins. Like us!”

“Yes, that’s why I say that, Remus. Please, the tweezers.”

Remus sighs dramatically but he does as he’s told, clumsily dropping the tweezers into Roman’s still open hand.

“Thank you, now come here,” Roman says, and turns Remus’s hand palm up. “I gotta get the stupid glass out of your hand.”

Roman thanks his lucky stars that he has steady hands and that Remus’s restless stim was just leg swinging. He’s able to get the glass out rather quickly and disposes of it properly before moving on. He does a quick assessment of the same hand and then the other to be sure there weren’t any other shards. He was clear so he picked up the gauze pads.

“What? I need to stop the bleeding.” Roman explained when Remus eyed him curiously.

“So, I can’t eat them?”

“No.”

“Lame.”

“Your mom is lame.”

“I’m telling.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Remus cackled and wiped a fake tear away. Roman just shook his head and placed one of the pads against his brother’s bleeding wounds. He then held his hand with his own free hand so he could apply enough pressure to stop it.

“Press harder.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Remus.”

Remus just giggled and ignored Roman. Roman sighed and pulled the gauze away to find that the bleeding had stopped. Thank goodness.

“Remus, listen to me. I need to use soap to clean the cuts. I don’t want them to get infected.”

“You’re lucky if I let you use water.”

Roman groaned in frustration but then an idea struck him. Saline wound wash was an acceptable alternative. Remus probably wouldn’t mind that.

“Okay, how about this?” Roman asks before grabbing the solution from the cabinet and showing it to him.

“Wound wash? Fuck yeah. Love that shit.”

“You’re not drinking it.”

“Aw. You’re no fun.”

Roman ignores him in favor of once again grabbing his hands so he could clean them. Once he was satisfied with that he grabbed the roll of gauze and started wrapping his hands. He tries to ignore the fact that his own hand was also bandaged due to self inflicted wounds. They were both idiots.

“Hey, if you’re gonna mummify me you should probably embalm me first.”

Roman decides to completely ignore Remus as well for the time being. He needed to focus. His stupid mouth was also all torn up. He didn’t know what to do about that. Logan would know. Once he’s finished wrapping his brother’s hands Roman pulls his phone out to text his boyfriend. He could easily just go get him but leaving Remus alone right now was not a good idea.

“Salt water,” Roman reads aloud. “Oh, yeah, that’s smart.”

“Huh?”

“Your stupid mouth. You need to swish some salt water to make sure the bleeding’s stopped and so it doesn’t get infected. Also you’ll be able to spit out any glass if you still have some stuck to you.”

“Mouth wounds heal fast. I’ll be fine. Plus I like having blood and glass in my mouth.”

“Clearly. But no. You’re doing it.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Really?”

“Hey, I almost said daddy. You’re welcome.”

“Okay, enough out of you.”

A moment later Logan appears at the door with a glass of salt water in his hands and a grumpy Virgil attached to his side.

“Babe, you shouldn’t have let them come with you…” Roman says, gratefully taking the glass from Logan.

“I tried to keep him away, but he wanted to see the two of you. He’s just concerned, love.”

Roman sighs, nodding understandably.

“Well, thanks, babe.”

Logan nods back so Roman turns to Remus and holds the glass up to him.

“Here. It’s probably gonna sting like a bitch.” Roman says, not as a warning but as encouragement.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

Remus smiles and tries to takes the glass but it’s hard to bend his fingers with his hands completely wrapped so Roman grabs it before it falls.

“Never-mind, I’ll do it.” Roman grumbles and helps Remus take a sip.

Remus just holds the water in his mouth for a while and scrunches up his face in pain. Stupid bastard was enjoying it too much.

“Swish and spit. Do not swallow it.”

Remus glares at Roman and tries to speak which of course only makes water dribble out of his mouth.

“Remus.”

Remus rolls his eyes and quickly swishes the water that managed to stay in his mouth around before spitting it back into the glass.

“Sorry, I was trying to say that spitting is quitting and is no fun. Unless your target’s a certain someone.” Remus lilts rhythmically.

“What… was that.”

“The phrase ‘spitting is quitting’ is boring so I made it more fun! Do you like it?”

“Sure? I guess?”

“Anyway! Thanks for taking care of me. I’m gonna go see if I can fit my morning star into my mouth now.” Remus says and hops off the counter.

“Remus.”

Roman grabs Remus by the arm before he can go. Logan who was still there with Virgil blocks the doorway as well just to be sure he can’t leave.

“You relapsed and hurt yourself. We need to talk.”

“No, I’m not doing that to you,” Remus says in an uncharacteristically serious voice. “I’ll be fine.”

“Reem, I’ve been sober for years now. I can handle it.”

“Sobriety can be broken at any time. Not worth the risk. Let me go.”

“Remus, I would risk my own life to protect you. I can risk my sobriety for you too.”

Virgil whining slams Roman right back into his harsh reality. For a moment it was just him and his twin. Nothing existed outside of their bubble. Roman almost wishes he could have stayed that way for longer.

“Hey, love, I’m sorry,” Roman says to Virgil. “Why don’t you and Logan go wait for me in our room? I’ll be there soon.”

“No, I wanna make sure you guys are okay.”

“I promise you we’ll be fine, honey,” Roman says and gives Logan a look. “I will come get you both if I need to.”

Logan silently nods his understanding at Roman’s look before picking Virgil up and walking out of the bathroom.

“Put me down!”

Roman sighs and quickly closes the door before Virgil can try to escape Logan’s hold and make his way back. Once he’s sure they’re gone he turns around and leans against it.

“Remus. Please talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Well, that’s a first.”

The twins both laugh at this which is enough to ease some of the tension between them. Progress, Roman thinks.

“Okay, look, Ro, I… I’ll talk about this at some point… Just not now, okay? I can’t.” Remus says softly, staring down at the floor.

Roman frowns at his brother’s dejected demeanor. It was so unlike him. Even when he was at his absolute worst he was always grinning like a madman and cracking jokes about his problems. He would even talk about them excitedly, like they were fun to endure. This was completely different and Roman did not like it at all.

“Did something happen? Something new?”

Remus looks back up and Roman is horrified at the unshed tears in his eyes. He only ever cried when something seriously fucked happened.

“Reem…”

“I can’t talk about it.”

“Why? Are you in danger? Did someone threaten you? Because I swear to Zeus I will tear them apart with my bare hands.”

“Ro, you,”

“And my sword.”

“I get it. But, Ro, silly, you know threats don’t work on lil ol’ me. It’s nothing like that.”

“Then what. Come on you know you can tell me anything.”

Roman steps forward and takes his brother’s hands in his, giving him a pleading look. He was desperate. He needed to know what happened to his brother. He wasn’t supposed to be sad like this. Angry, frustrated, anxious, manic, and depressed, sure. But not sad. His depression was different. It didn’t make him like this. This was something truly terrible. It was killing Roman.

“Ro, you’re my literal other half. We may not be literally psychically connected the way people think we would be but your pain is still my pain. I don’t wanna put this on you.”

“Put it on me.” Roman begs. “I can take it.”

“Heyo, take me to dinner first.”

Okay, he walked right into that one.

“Reem, it’s not funny.” Roman says, despite his laughter.

“It’s a little funny.” Remus says, giggling as well.

“Fine, but I still really need to know what happened. If you’re not ready to tell me now then okay. But eventually you will? Right?”

Remus nods, his tears now falling freely. Roman hates to admit it but they bring tears to his own eyes. He opens his arms, silently inviting his brother in for a hug but letting him choose. He’d wait here forever for his decision if he needed to.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait that long though. Remus crashes into his arms. He definitely would have sent them flying back onto the floor if the door wasn’t closed behind them and he was definitely getting snot all over the spot his face was pressed against as he sobbed but Roman didn’t care. He was a prince and so it was his sworn duty to protect his fellow prince—or duke, rather—and he’d do whatever it took to accomplish that. He wouldn’t say that out loud though. Said fellow prince—duke—would just make a bunch of duty jokes and those were never funny. Instead, he says something else to break the tension just a bit more.

“Twin hugs,” Roman mumbles against Remus’s neck. “I will forever be calling it that. You cannot stop me.”

Remus giggles and Roman has never been more delighted to hear it.

[todayisafridaynight]

Right??? Thanks so much! I actually first fell in love with Jo's character when RGGJo's voice lines came out haha, so it's super fun to be able to share them.

But I can think of a couple of reasons for the wild personality gap, and for me it starts at their respective roles. Obviously main antagonist and major supporting character are going to draw different levels of attention to themselves, but I think it's chiefly that RGGJo is not just Jo, but he's both Jo and Masato as one character.

RGGJo is much, much closer in age to Ichi, and though they're not "twins" like Ichi and Masato are (RGGJo is a little more than 2 years older), it's thematically there I think. The whole "twin dragonfish," dark and light, two sides of the same coin kind of thing.

And just as Ichi was initially conceptualized as a sort of "greatest hits compilation" of the previous protagonists' most compelling traits, I think there's a strong case for RGGJo being the same for the previous antagonists--specifically Nishiki, Ryuji, and Mine, who are pretty clearly Yokoyama's favorites anyway lol.

I have a feeling casting has something to do with it as well. RGGJo's actor, Hiroki Takahashi, is actually the exact same age as he is, and he's voiced his fair share of fun, flamboyant villains. If I wanted to speculate, he's also voiced his fair share of BL, so that may be why RGGJo's voice lines have a Certain Slant to them; directing his delivery to capitalize on his established appeal (although he has quite a range) makes sense.

Tsutsumi is also only a few years off from Y7Jo, and he was cast for having the dignity and screen presence to "make every word feel like it might have a deeper meaning." Yokoyama (and Takeuchi) wrote the games, he and Nagoshi handled the casting, and Yokoyama generally handles the voice direction for the main story, so a lot of it's specific to his vision.

Within that context I think it's relevant that he wrote Y7Jo while picturing Tsutsumi specifically. RGGJo was more malleable and less "consequential" in terms of the franchise, so, y'know, why not have a little fun with it? I think that's reflected in their designs as well. RGGJo's is larger-than-life while Y7Jo's is relatively subdued.

Overall, I get the sense RGGJo's role is more akin to "son" and "brother," (aniki, if you will), like Masato, whereas Y7Jo's role is more akin to "co-parent" and "father" and I guess "Evil Stepdad" in a Cinderella kind of way. It's not exact across the board, it's not literal across the board, but it's the archetype, right? And I think that does, exactly like you said, have far-reaching consequences for their backgrounds and who they've become as a result.

BTW, you actually are up to speed on Ichi's story, because uh… that's where it stops lol. It was discontinued at roughly the equivalent of the start of Chapter 12 in 7; the rest of the story was written, but not published. It Kills Me.

But I think, despite any concrete backstory, the implication for RGGJo is that (if I assume he joined earlier than Ichi, which would make sense given he's captain), he was at most 18 or 19 when he joined, and he's exactly the same kind of Arakawa fanboy Ichi is. The 15th anniversary book goes on to say he "was purely in love with [Arakawa]'s greatness" and so cannot tolerate the idea of allowing him to live and die in obscurity at the bottom rungs, of Arakawa being in a position not equivalent to his "greatness" in his eyes.

But Ichi thinks that's regardless of what Arakawa himself may want, since RGGJo is apparently not going to stop until he makes him chairman, which the Arakawa Ichi knows wouldn't really care about. I think there's an interesting mix of selflessness and selfishness in his desires that reminds me of Mine.

And that's explicitly as opposed to Y7Jo, whose loyalty remains the same, but whose feelings and motivations are complicated by the existence of Masato; the usage of "purely" before is notable here, as another suitable translation would be "uncomplicatedly," which to me would suggest that degree of admiration is a component of his loyalty in 7 as well.

So I think you're absolutely right the circumstances with Masato are a major aspect of what's going on with Y7Jo. It's inextricable because he's got this immense gratitude towards Arakawa for raising his son and also a need, a primary driving force, to be a part of his son's life at (almost) all costs. The natural result of that is going to be reluctance to do anything that tips the balance.

I think that's one of the things that make him so compelling, he's forced to make a lot of tough, meaningful decisions and there's often (but not always) no right answer. And that's really clear to see with Aoki, as you say.

(Kind of a side note, but somewhat contrary to the above, Masato may actually have existed in RGGO's timeline. There was a comment from Yokoyama or Takeuchi suggesting he's not in RGGO not because he simply "doesn't exist, but specifically because Arakawa may not have opened the right locker or may not have made it to the lockers in time. I guess the other implication would be that Masato would've been Arakawa's biological son in RGGO instead, since RGGJo would've been too young and there was no need for a switcheroo? It was just an off-hand comment, but it's interesting to think about.)

Also, loved your tags haha. It's SO funny you start off like you're going to say something crazy and then it turns out to actually be something I wanted to write about in the previous ask, but that I cut out because I couldn't make it flow. I guess it might just be the case that I'm crazy on the same wavelength?

But yes! I think a lot of the time, impressions of that aspect Jo's backstory sort of begin and end at Evil Stepdad Perpetuates Cycle Of Abuse, perhaps understandably, but there's genuinely so much that's established in both his and Arakawa's backstories that have clearly stayed with them that I'm positive your take on it is at the very least least true to the character, whether or not it's intentional.

Because like, Arakawa and Jo both came from abusive households. And they're both affected by Aoki's "parental abuse" (although Aoki doesn't know it himself, I guess he doesn't need to). But the way Arakawa has always dealt with abuse is defiance; I think the implication of one of the first scenes is that that's how he got his scar. Jo, on the other hand, has always dealt with abuse with avoidance. Running away. Brushing it under the rug, like he says he and Ikumi had done all their lives; I think that statement's fairly clearly linked to abuse and neglect.

And I think that shows both in Arakawa and Jo's respective responses to traditional authority figures and in how they choose to handle things with Aoki. Arakawa defies Aoki's plans in his own way at every turn, and he ends up getting killed for it. Jo, on the other hand, ignores it until there's nothing left to do but sever himself completely, in the same way there was nothing left to do back then but run. IT'S SO. Ugh.

Each Jo's respective role in the overall plot of their stories definitely plays a part in why they turn out different from each other the way they do; it's interesting to see how RGG decided to handle Jo's character to sort of 'adjust him' to fit better as more of a background figure than The Big Bad, and to especially see how his relationships end up is spectacular. Choosing to divide that devotion between his son and his boss in Y7 is something I'm just positively obsessed with: it's clear he joined the yakuza predominantly for Masato's sake, but the concept of Jo gradually coming to genuinely respect Arakawa as an individual opposed to someone that he just happens to have to follow after because his son's involved heightens him as a character for me (I might have to write a side piece on the psyche of Jo- there's just a bunch of aspects to him that I want to explore better and really intrigue me, but I refuse to try and squeeze any of that into this long-as-is answer lmao).

I definitely recognize Ryuji and Mine the easiest in RGGJo (Mine's influence still persists a bit in Y7 to me, if not solely for his devotion and his own version of The Knife Scene existing as The Eye Scene; though Jo's anger wasn't purely due to Arakawa's death in that scene like Mine's was due to Daigo's 'death', it was clear Arakawa's passing was a sore subject). Jo's dedication to Arakawa in RGGO really is totally reminiscent of Mine's devotion to Daigo: both willing to take drastic measures to secure the ones they idolize the spot they feel they deserve and to exterminate any opposition to that dream (if I'm remembering Mine's RGGO story right wherein he partakes in the Okinawa deal as a HUGE ploy just to secure Daigo remains chairman should he wake up, but I don't have to clarify how that didn't go as planned).

As for Nishiki, it's clear Jo borrows his 'position' in the story, just as Ichi obviously takes Kiryu's. To yoink a phrasing from another ask I got, they're 'dark parallels': though they both clearly want the best for Arakawa, they're going about it in different ways (in that sense, Y7Arakawa's line about him seeing the Arakawa Family as his 'sons' makes this situation a little funny: just two kids fighting each other for what's best for their dad lmao). It's a shame the story didn't go on any more after the Millenium fight, but I'm a little happy knowing in that I'm not missing anything (what I will scratch my head over is what RGGOMasato would've been like. I guess it's not exactly certain whether or not he survived The Locker Incident or he was just so considerably normal he wasn't worth bringing up, but regardless I'll have a ponder about it..). It'd be rad if RGG ever decided to release at least the drafts of the rest of the story one day, but I won't hold my breath.

I've peaked over at Takahashi's past roles (I didn't realize he's voiced so many characters I know omg), and I think that's a fair conclusion to come to: he repertoire combines characters with sort of 'harsh' tones to their voices/dialogue, but as you said he does benefit from having voiced some 'lighter' characters! As for Tsutsumi, I think I've made it a little clear on my blog that I've taken time to look at his past projects, and though I haven't seen all of his roles, Jo's an interesting inclusion to his list (but by no means an inappropriate fit. If I were to compare him to one of Tsutsumi's past roles, Nobunaga Oda from Honnouji Hotel is similar in being an intimidating man with a violent reputation but still having a 'soft'/deeper side). It gets more fun when I think of it: Tsutsumi, from what I can gather, is a tad renowned for playing loving fathers (whether they're perfect fathers depends on the character, but they all absolutely adore their kid/family- this might be the only time I've seen him play a father and he isn't doting on his kid, lmao). Yokoyama and Nagoshi are definitely masters at deciding who should play who and how to utilize their talents efficiently, and having prior knowledge to Tsutsumi's roles, I feel as though audience members would have been able to get a hint at Jo's whole character early on (just as RGG had capitalized on Takahashi's reputation) which I personally find to be a fun tidbit, if not just grateful that they chose such an excellent actor to play such an intricate character. Ergo, his ability to give 'deep' performances and have that sort of presence and give his character that type of atmosphere definitely helps enhance the human aspect of Jo's character.

It's a great blend into Jo's otherwise cold demeanor, and going off the idea that RGGJo was a combination of Masato and Jo, the decision to have Jo be a committed father to Masato (as much as he's allowed to be, anyhow) while Masato became the power-hungry villain (even if RGGJo's motivations were ironically centered around Arakawa succeeding moreover himself), it's somewhat of a roundabout way to have them still be connected: though they're not the same character anymore, there's that bond that keeps them stitched together that I find neat.

AND THANK YOU ABOUT MY TAGS I can't sugarcoat it, I'm not a very confident person, so I'm glad you've gleamed there's some validity to what I'm saying. And I'm glad you've expanded on not just Jo, but Arakawa's upbringing as well: though they both come from abusive homes, they do handle it differently, and I feel so blind for not even having wholly noticed it in how they react to Aoki- it's so brilliant I almost want to scream. It's a tragic irony that despite Jo resolving to not 'half-ass' things anymore and to face things head-on, to 'take responsibility', he incidentally falls back into trying to avoid the problem for as long as he can. It's poetic really, and I'm positively going to go insane over the fact.

[skitskatdacat63]

I have a race notebook and also the standings written on a board in my room(im a nerd) and im very hesitant to write down any results ngl, cause im super unsure if we're gonna get a fernando saudi situation w carlos or not??

[wakkoroni]

"I- I tried to do something but-"

"but nothing. You just stood there, yelling. Acting as if screaming them to stop would do something. News flash: Words don't save people, actions do."

"It was too dangerous"

"Dangerous? I WAS THE ONE DYING! Don't come to me about it being too dangerous. I have been loyal to you from the beginning, I saved you, even if it hurts me, multiple times. You keep saying that you care about me, that you want to keep me safe, yet every. single. time. I need you, you never step up to help. How do you want me to trust you, when you have repeatedly left me? You lost your chance."

"Please, don't leave"

"It's too late. I keep trusting you, but it never works out. You watched me die and did nothing about it. My killer is still wandering the streets because you were too weak to deal with them, so I'll just handle it myself. Goodbye [Character], have a nice life"

"I don't understand. I saw you die."

"Watched me die. You watched me die and you did nothing. Isn't that what you meant?"

[skatingbi]

The depressive episode is strong but I randomly thought of this and i need it out NOWW so heres an original piece of writing for once with no fandom content involved

(CW: body horror, paranormal stuff happens, im not sure how to describe it but im writing abt a guy's encounter with a huge monster living on the roof of his house so idk, I mention the main characters mental health a few times but its not explicit or extremely detailed)

Theres a shadow on my roof. I can only see it at night when I come back home from another night shift at my shitty restaurant job. I cant tell if it's from the exhaustion or the moonlight playing tricks on me but its there, every night, enveloping my mom's roof in pitch black to the point that I cant even see the tiles anymore. It towers a little bit, too, and the shape is indistinguishable under the darkness. Sometimes I can see fingers or an arm bot other than that, it's just one shapeless mass on the roof of my childhood home.

I tried telling my ma about it but when she went outside to check it disappeared, and its happened enough that I was scheduled a doctors appointment for a week from now. She thinks it's my job running me to the ground or the stress of college, but I know I saw something. I get that my ma is worried, and that I have mental health problems as it is, but this isn't one of them. There is absolutely a...thing, a creature or something on that damn roof.

It's night again when I come back home but I don't immediately open the garage like usual. Instead I turn off my car after parking it in the driveway, get out, and after locking the door I back away until im at the end of the driveway. I sit down and look up and the shadow is there again. Tonight, I see a few long clawed fingers draped over the gutters. What little i can see is enough to put me on edge and i try hard to relax, but the anxiety is already buzzing in my head and stinging at my stomach.

"What do you want from me?" I call out, just loud enough for me to hear it and hope it hears me but not enough for anyone nearby to. The last thing I need is for ma to come outside and see me talking to the air like a fucking weirdo.

The shadow moves slowly shortly after I speak, and i start to piece together its appearance as it shuffles. Long arms and fingers to match, like the palm tree i used to have in the front yard as a kid, only gangly and disproportionate to the rest of its body; a short torso and a long, narrow face. I cant see what its face looks like from far away but I can see how it sits up on the roof, and it's definitely as tall as that palm tree, too. It takes up a good part of the roof sitting, and soon its legs dangle off the roof like it were sitting on a bar stool tall enough to be unable to touch the ground. Its legs are just like it's arms, thin and elongated enough to give the rest of its body an uncanny feel to it.

When it speaks it sounds like it's gargling water with a side of a smoker's throat, "...Protect." Is what it says. I tilt my head up to try and get a good look at it's face, but the moon is covered in clouds tonight. There's no face, and i dont think I need one because it's head tilts enough for me to see it cock to the side as if it's judging me. Or probably thinking about if it should kill me or not. Either option isnt doing well for my anxiety disorder regardless. I squirm in place under the weight of its silence afterwards and debate running in the house, but as far as I know im stuck here for now talking to a shadow thats so prominent that I have a hard time tricking myself into believing its nothing but a hallucination.

"Okay," I draw the word out as I hold my breath, "Um...Thank you. For that." As it stays still through my reply, I slowly stand up. It doesn't move when i take a few steps forward, or when I open the garage door, or when I step under the comfort of the ceiling. When I enter the house, I let myself take a deep breath, my head dizzy and body weightless from adrenaline and holding my breath for so long.

My ma is already sleeping and the house is dark. When I tiptoe upstairs to my room the shadows don't move like the thing on the roof does. It's safe, but when I fall asleep after changing into my pajamas I think about the faceless entity who took refuge on top of my childhood home.

And somehow I fall asleep quickly after thinking about them.

[ravenouswreckage]

(( ..... Actually, that does remind me. I really aught to get some NSFW threads going again.

[hypnagogics]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[cherium-meadows]

Oh god oh fuck I think I'm starting to fall into the dark side for alex x farmer x haley 😳

ITS SOOOO GOOD hehehehe also bc I'm just a goblin for those tropes LOL There are two yandere mods for both of them- Alex is more developed and further along than Haley's, though. They sparked this whole interest and now I'm taking off running with it KLJSDHFSDF

[rancid-jester]

so im finally working on revising the first draft of my novel, In By Sunset. i think this time im actually gonna get the first step done and move on to the next parts (my trimming, replot, and REWRITE!!)

im really excited because i already have some plans for a sequel! throughout the entire making of this book ive wanted to devote more time to the characters Arthur and Tobias, so I'm going to trim down their poorly attempted romance plotline and make it into its own book--although a lot of the focus will likely be on Arthur, with a sideplot for Tobias.

anyways im hoping to publish it soon if i can? might self-publish with the help of a friend of mine ::.)