#UGH I REALLY DON'T WANT NEW CAST MEMBERS YOU GUYS

[ruiyuki]

“Then, why don't you claim your own skies?”

The words ring in his head that morning of the ceremony. Thinking on this was unusual, really— the Drayster never mulled over things for long. In the days leading up however, Drayton couldn't help being reminded of the words said to him by that guy many months ago.

— —

Cyrano introduced him as a gym leader of the Galar region, visiting Blueberry Academy to train for a while in the Terarium.

“Yo, name's Raihan. Heard you're a dragon trainer too— care for a battle?”

A fellow dragon specialist, and Duraludon trainer too. They clicked instantly; having so much in common and being so similar in personality, it made League Club members do a double take. It wasn't before long that Drayton spent most of his class-skipping days hanging with Raihan in the Terarium during those few weeks.

They battled, they trained, and sometimes they just chatted over grub. Most of the time it was light-hearted: trading tips on dragon training, or stories of the strong trainers they've encountered. Other times, Raihan ranted off about the online beef he had with that Iono chick

(“The streamer girl? Yeah, we've met; she was invited here from Paldea last year. Girl's a whacky cuckoolander.” “Ugh, got that straight.”)

or jived Drayton about his League Club juniors.

(“Your girl Lacey is real cute.” “Yeah, that's her thing. Don't you think about trying anything though; her old man's Clay.” “The cowboy man? Damn.”)

It was only when the topic of rivals drifted along the daily conversation mill that vibes turned dour. A topic that Drayton avoided taking too seriously. There were feelings that never left him, never spoken aloud at Blueberry Academy. He wanted to keep it away, leave it on the shores of Unova miles from his small ocean sanctuary.

But Raihan never disparaged it. To Drayton's surprise, the other dragon tamer even had his own struggles to share, despite already reaching the status of 8th gym leader. He candidly described the child prodigy in his home region— the undefeated champion ever so popular and praised in the public eye.

It was a story Drayton knew all too well; he could recognize it in the undertone of Raihan's voice as he hit note for note the same emotions Drayton had felt too. So for the very first time since stepping foot upon Blueberry Academy, Drayton shared his own story— of his family, of the Opelucid Gym, of the Unova Champion.

Leon. Drayden. Iris.

These were the names that, although both Raihan and Drayton had much respect for them as pokemon trainers, never really made their smiles reach their eyes. The brighter big lights shine, the larger the shadows are cast behind them they say. Drayton's never found peace in that darkness, but it did make him feel better finding a kindred spirit in Raihan.

That is, until Raihan dropped the most mind-blowing take the Drayster's ever heard.

“It’s the same for you innit?— with Iris, I mean. There's always that someone you can't reach up to no matter how much you give your all— the ultimate rival. 'cept don't you think it could be that way 'cause you're playing the game with different rules?”

“Huh?”

“Leon was the strongest because his Pokemon are strong. Even if he's in a tight spot, he'd always manage to eek out a win because of that insane raw power of his pokemon. Battle instincts just come naturally to him y'know? But if you ask the man about how he uses his pokemon's abilities or setting up his next move? My mate gets lost quicker than Sonia can put a tracker on him, haha!”

“The Pokemon League's standard for single battles is great and all, but doubles is a whole different ball game. Singles is all about strength and endurance; double battles actually uses tactics. Just because a trainer is good at raising Pokemon to be strong doesn't always mean they'll be good at strategy. Honestly, it’s amazing how Leon stayed at the top for a decade 'til the new champ beat him.”

No matter how good Drayton was as Blueberry League Champion, at a school specialized in double battles, beating Iris was always a separate issue. The battle skills he was taught as a child, from his training by his grandfather at Opelucid Gym was all he had ever known when battling her. But truth be told, it never even occurred to him to level the playing field. It never occurred to him to think that he could.

“That's why I choose doubles in my gym. There are different ways to be strong as a trainer, it's just a matter of finding your own. 'sides, this school already specializes in double battles, why not put that to your advantage?”

Challenging Iris in a double battle… might just be the craziest idea Drayton has ever considered.

“The skies are big enough for all of us to fly— you just have to claim your territory, mate.”

— —

“Drayton, there you are!” Lacey's voice snaps him out of his reverie.

They've just finished the graduation ceremony. Long and arduous, the graduating students all decked out in Blueberry's cap and gown stood in the Terarium's Central Plaza waiting to be called up one by one to recieve a fancy sealed up paper. After the final speeches were said, cheers shouted and caps tossed, it was finally time for students to freely mill about in the celebratory energy.

“Yo. Congratulations, Miss Valedictorian.”

“Oh please, not you too. Crispin and the other League Club members have already said enough.” She pauses, lightly laughs as she approaches him. “And besides, I came here to congratulate you! Congratulations on graduating, Drayton.”

“Thanks, been a long time coming.”

“Yes… To be honest, I'm kinda surprised you made it this year…”

“Heh heh, aren't we all?” He took no offense to that, really. “Guess I just got my muse back this time 'round.”

Indeed, Drayton's change of pace didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the BB Elite Four. Perhaps it was the influence of the whole Kieran drama last year… or after that had cleared up, the subsequent sister school exchange event where the top BB League Club members got invited to Paldea to participate in a team competition. Lacey certainly noticed Drayton went back to skipping class when the Galarian gym leader was here, but at least he was motivated somewhat regularly after.

“I see… well I'm glad to hear that, Drayton. What are you planning to do after graduation?”

“Who knows… but I might have something in mind…”

“Something?”

“Don't worry about it.” He waves it off and ushers her ahead. “C'mon, lets take some photos with the club. It'll be our last ones here afterall.”

.

.

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“By the way Drayster— if you ever find yourself in Galar, feel free to drop by Hammerlocke Stadium any time. We'll be happy to have ya.”

[haleylover]

Nervousness..

•Christian Borle x Fem!reader.

•In which you get cold feet when performing a kiss scene with your co-star and he helps you with it.

•Word count: 1,071

•Warnings: uhh idk :\ tons of fluff.

•A/N: there is no real song called 'Love in New York' or musical. I just pulled those out of my ass so yea.

ENJOY!

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"Alright! That would conclude our rehearsal tonight. I expect to see you all here Memorized on Thursday, the 10th. Goodbye!"

I started to grab my things as my fellow cast members left the studio. As I was crouched down picking up my phone and water I felt a presence next to me.

"You did great on your song today Y/N." I look up to see my love interest, Christian. I stand up and smile. "Thank you! You did great as well." I said to him and I saw him smile even more and nod.

He had his stuff in his hand and we were about to leave before we heard the voice of our director, Stephanie.

"Hold it you two. I want to work on the song." Me and Christian turned towards her, both muttering "What song?"

"Oh you know, 'Love in New York?' Surely you two have tried it?"

Oh shit..

"Yeah a bit, I reviewed over it." Christian said to her and then looked at me. I have seen this musical so many times that I know the song like the back of my hand, what bothered me was.. the kiss scene at the end of it..

"Yeah I have." I muttered out in a monotone voice. The director nodded and flipped through her binder.

"Christian do you need to be on book?" He shook his head and muttered a "No." She smiled and we set our stuff down and went back out to the middle of the studio floor.

"Great, so we'll start with singing then work in some choreo, then we can work on the scene after, ok?" We both nodded and she grinned at us. She started the music and we got ready.

I started off first with singing and tried my best to stay and beat and tune. Christian then joined in and sang with me.

The song ended and the director did small claps. "That was great! You know I'm not worried about the singing. Ugh, I'm not feeling like running choreo this late. Let's work on the scene at the end."

Those words hit me in the face like a brick. Now my mind was fogging with the kiss.

"I have to use the ladies room, I'll be back." I quickly ran off the the restroom and locked the door. I ran my fingers through my hair and panicked.

"I can't do it! I just can't! I don't have any experience at all with kissing! He's probably gonna think I'm some virgin weirdo." I was racing around the small room talking to my self. I started chewing on my nails and picking at them while just thinking.

I didn't even notice how much time had gone past since I left and I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, everything okay in there?"

It was Christian.

"Uhh yea! Everything is f-fine." God damnit! Why did I have to stutter?

"Okay.. Just checking up on you since you've been gone around 8 minutes."

"8 minutes?!" I yelped out loud. I heard him "Mhm" outside of the door. "I'll be out in a second." I flushed the empty toilet and washed my hands and dried them.

I unlocked the door and opened it to see Christian leaning on the wall in front of me. "Why were you waiting there you weirdo..?" He chuckled and got off the wall.

"Are you seriously ok? You seem off." He's catching on.

"How have I been off?" Please just let it go Christian.

"Ever since Stephanie mentioned Love in NYC. Do you not like that song or something?" He knows, damnit. What excuse can I use? I'm sick? No. Just having a bad day? Sure.

"Just having an off day." He gave me a look. That looks that a person gives you when they don't believe you. That 'Really?' Look.

"You may be a good actress but that wasn't very convincing. What's really wrong..?"

Oh. My. God.

What can I do now? I have no other excuses to pull out of my ass! Should I just tell him the truth? I mean he is a very smart guy..

"Look! I've never kissed a guy before and I don't wanna practice with you because I'm scared your gonna think I'm some virgin loser!.."

There. It's out.

He started chuckling and looked away. Is he actually laughing at me? I would laugh at myself but really?

"You think I'd judge you for not having your first kiss yet?! That's hilarious." He stated in between giggles.

"Well, if this is your first kiss I'd want it to be special." He moved closer to me. What's he doing? My throat got caught up when he leaned into my ear and whispered into it.

"Do you want to do this?" I just nodded. I didn't trust my words at this point. He smiled and caressed the side of my face. He licked his lips and I did the same. "Just follow what I do ok?" I nodded and he smiled.

He leaned in close. So close. Our noses were bonking each other and our lips were so close. Then, he pulled me in.

His lips were so soft and warm. I moaned into the kiss and pulled myself closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just went with the flow. I could feel his arms wrap around my waist. It was so magical and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

Suddenly he released from it. We both needed air. "That was, amazing... Thank you so much Christian.." I held both his hands.

"Well now would be an appropriate time to ask this, do you wanna go on a date with me?" He asked me. How could I ever say no to this man. Well, at least I could give him a chance I guess.

"Sure. Just text me and I'll be there." He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead. I inhaled his scent and just relaxed. "Oh wait, Stephanie is probably waiting for us."

"Oh shit your right."

We both let go of the hug and rushed back to the studio where of course, Stephanie was there.

"Have fun? Well, we'll just continue this next rehearsal. Go home you love birds."

I blushed and Christian giggled and went over to grab our bags.

We both left the studio hand in hand out to the parking lot.

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the end!

[frasier-crane-style]

Picard season 3 was at least good enough for me to have a guarded interest in the proposed Star Trek: Legacy, but there's still enough there to give me douche chills. Let's rap about it, shall we?

Seven of Nine should not be out of Starfleet Academy yet. Seven of Nine should not be the first officer of a starship yet. Seven of Nine should definitely not be the captain of the flagship. It was ridiculous enough when Pine!Kirk got command of the Enterprise straight out of the Academy; Star Trek did not need to double down and give Seven the same treatment essentially the moment she filled out the paperwork.

I'm not so enthused with Seven and Raffi's relationship that I want to watch Seven Loves Chachi, sorry, Raffi. Folks, it's just as underdeveloped as Seven and Chakotay, people just like it more because it's two hot chicks.

The whole "our main characters are a thief, a spy, and a pirate!" thing is just too ragtag bunch of misfits. This is Star Trek. Not Guardians of the Galaxy. It should be nerdy NASA astronauts, not guy who plays Metallica while driving a Firebird. Just... no. C'mon.

I realize it's an American ensemble and there's always going to be an element of ragtag bunch of misfits, but usually it comes up naturalistically. Geordi is blind and sees with cybernetic implants, but that's just how he was born--he's still a gifted engineer who went through the Academy and worked his ass off to get the best engineering gig in the fleet. Worf and Data are obviously eclectic additions to the crew, but they're still skilled and highly trained Starfleet officers. In fact, part of the show getting better was removing oddball elements like Wesley Crusher (not trained enough and too immature) and Pulaski (too antagonistic and unprofessional) from the cast.

DS9: Kira and Odo were longstanding members of the Bajoran power structure. It was unconventional for them to be part of a 'Starfleet' crew, but it's not like they were picked up off the street. They were good at their jobs and had been doing them for a long time.

VOY: This is the closest thing to the classic ragtag bunch of misfits, but it's justified in that Voyager was heavily damaged and they had to make do with what crew they could field. And even then, people don't like Neelix because he's... unprofessional and useless.

ENT: Similar straits to VOY where Archer has to make do by recruiting T'Pol and Phlox to round out his crew, but T'Pol is a high-ranking officer in the Vulcan navy and Phlox is a respected physician (I know, but let's not get into that now).

SNW: ...actually, I think pretty much the entire crew is just veteran Starfleet officers who've made it to working on the flagship simply by being very good at their jobs and being unspeakably talented. Hunh. No wonder people like this series.

So, Legacy, the whole "what was Starfleet thinking, putting us in charge of a spaceship! This has to be the kookiest ship in the fleet!" Ugh. No. If Matalas wanted to include Seven, Raffi, and Jack in the cast, fine, but I don't like them being the new Picard/Riker/Data. They really should've kept Shaw around to be a kind of Picard figure who stays on the bridge while Seven beams down and gets into misadventures. Someone who you can buy Starfleet putting in charge. Like General Hammond in SG-1, supporting his guys when they're in the right but reining them in when they're overstepping their bounds.

But I really don't like this Chris Pine, main character syndrome crap where the hero is both the authority who demands that their underlings obey orders AND the renegade who bucks authority on days that end in Y. (Sorry, Chris Pine, you're great, but you know--his take on Kirk.)

[history-detective]

BlackStar ~Theater Starless translation

Season 1 – Episode 9 (Last Chapter):

Common Chapter 1-4 -Ghosts of the past that never disappear.

(Kei, Sotetsu, Ginsei, Yoshino, Gui)

Unei: Well.....I've already prepared the Team C logo and ordered the costumes.

Unei: Ugh! There is too much to do~.

Kei: If you have time to whine, move your hands.

Unei: Ugh~~.

Gui: Unei, good luck.

Unei: Please think of it as someone else's problem.... and Gui help me too~.

Gui: Me? What should I do?

Kei: It's your job, don't rely on others Unei.

Kei: Gui, you should attend the meeting.

Gui: I understand.

Sotetsu: So, you are the one in charge this time, Kei.

Kei: Ah, that's right. Now is the time to offer new entertainment to your customers.

Ginsei: Are you okay? Isn't it too fast?

Ginsei: The pace of various performances is faster than it was in the past, and I hear that the audience is confused.

Ginsei: Maybe it's okay to slow down a little.

Kei: I'm not in a hurry, but this is something I cannot control.

Kei: When people in various positions want to gain their own benefits, things can only move at their own pace.

Sotetsu: Ginsei's selling point is that he is customer-friendly. With this system, that's an advantage.

Ginsei: That is not my intention -

Yoshino: This time it's a little harsh. It's a test for us as a cast.

Gui: Will any rules change?

Sotetsu: Somewhat. It's called "borderline".

Yoshino: The rules may change, but going on stage will be the same as always Gui.

Ginsei: This time, everyone will be given a point quota, right?

Ginsei: It's not an individual or team showdown. It's not even a cast ranking.

Sotetsu: In short, it's a "leg cut". It means sifting through the cast.

Gui: Select people. Is that what you mean?

Sotetsu: Exactly. Hey, Kei, how many people do you want to keep?

Kei: That's not for me to decide. Just follow the customer's decision.

Kei: There is no point in putting a cast member on stage that no one wants to see.

Gui: My master told me to always assess how useful a tool is.

Yoshino: I wonder if I'll reach it a little. We are humans, not tools.

Gui: .......It's the same.

Sotetsu: It's not a big deal, it just makes the cast rankings more severe.

Sotetsu: Anyone can pass if their score exceeds a certain value. On the other hand, if no one can pass the exam, everyone will fail.

Yoshino: I think the key point is how well customers remember you.

Yoshino: Ah.....if that's the case, wouldn't the recently joined cast members be at a disadvantage?

Kei: I think you have a lot of leeway Yoshino. I can't believe you worry about others.

Yoshino: .......That's not the case.

Sotetsu: When it comes to new customers, it doesn't matter if they've [T/N - the cast] been here before or not.

Yoshino: Kei, if we don't cross the Borderline, are we really going to be fired?

Kei: I won't let that happen. Haseyama seems to want to fire everyone.

Kei: I also have no intention of assigning a stage to a cast member who cannot capture the hearts of the audience.

Ginsei: .......I don't want to fall off.

Ginsei: Kei, what is Team K's next performance? We have to practice.

Kei: During this period, each team will select one performance and perform multiple times within the period.

Kei: If it were a performance for Team K, it would be "During the Demise".

Ginsei: Huzzah. Standard numbers are easy to do.

Kei: W with "Breakin' it faster", P with "Over the Rainbow", B with "Solar Eclipse".

Sotetsu: What about Team C?

Kei: They will play Team C's performance. It will be treated as a preview performance.

Sotetsu: Does this mean that Team C will not be officially launched unless it receives a certain amount of support during this period?

Sotetsu: That's severe. As expected, there will be enough time to prepare.

Ginsei: There may be a difference between us and other teams. Mokuren....seems very strange.

Kei: Yes, it's not fair unless the conditions are the same. That's why I want you to sweat too.

Kei: All of you will be asked to perform for other teams.

Sotetsu: .....HA? What are you saying?

Ginsei: Aren't we, as Team K, going to play "During the Demise"?

Yoshino: .....Ah!

Yoshino: By any chance, does this team that the team will be shuffled this time?

Sotetsu: Correct. If we can't do that much, we won't be the same as usual.

Kei: What, you guys are old timers, I'm sure you've done everything, expect B, in the past.

Kei: It's not a big deal, just the members are changing.

Sotetsu: It's easy to say. Will you go that far?

Kei: There's no law to say I shouldn't do that.

Yoshino: This means that some members will be standing on the same stage for the first time.

Yoshino: It's even worse than expected.....The posters and flyers are for 5 performances, right?

Kei: Don't let that happen.

Kei: Unei will provide the starting lineup for each performances. Reflect on it.

Unei: .......Wait a minute! What do you mean, I haven't heard about this!

Unei: No way, I have to get ready now~~?

Sotetsu: Hahaha, good luck, Unei.

Ginsei: We just heard that, and preparations are about to begin.

Yoshino: I wonder who I will be on stage with. What should I do, will I be able to do it well?

Gui: I'm not sure, but should I stand on stage?

Ginsei: Gui is simple. If I may say so, yes.....

Sotetsu: Maybe it's better to not think about it that much.

To be continued.....

DISCLAIMER – This is not an accurate translation! Please do not steal. Please let me know of any corrections and what I translated wrong- I may have just written what I think works best, but if you think otherwise, let me know. :)

[beesmygod]

JJBA PART 5, VENTO AUREO IS THE UNDERBAKED MESS I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FIXING...PART 2

FIX 1: MORE KOICHI FOR THE MASSES

koichi! we love koichi, don't we folks? i know i do.

who's koichi? oh shit, that might be hard to explain.

pictured: koichi, in his dormant, yet most powerful, form.

if you DON'T recognize this little gremlin above, his appeal might be totally lost on you, and his appeal is necessary to understand if i'm going to convince you of what a fucking missed opportunity his narrative purpose could have been.

that's koichi hirose, the short king of morioh. i didnt think i would like him at all after realizing he was being set up as the deuteragonist and companion to the titular jojo of part 4, josuke. like, who the fuck was this little dork? get outta here! im here to see the joestars kidnap children and have homoerotic adventures. i am not here to be subjected to the trials and tribulations of a friendless, spineless, standless dipshit. i assumed he was going to be the designated joestar hypeman for the chapter, a role usually carved out for precocious children.

wrong! koichi gets hit with the stand arrow (the arrow the gives you stands, remember this) early on and gets dragged into a frightening battle of good versus evil right in his own backyard. the arrow and the responsibility that comes with it acts as the main catalyst for his transformation from nottie to hottie. in contrast to the bastardly joestars and their ilk, koichi is a genuinely kind, empathetic, and honest person; he's intended as a foil to the mischievous josuke. he brings to the table the platonic ideal of an every-man who rises gallantly to the challenges thrown at him because its the right thing to do. the series folds koichi as a main cast member to the point where he is one of the very few people on planet earth to draw a smile and praise out of jotaro kujo.

who's jotaro kujo? uhhh.

hmm. i'm getting to my point. but it might require a chart:

POINT: jotaro kujo, the man who probably has with the strongest stand in universe, who appears in 4 chapters out of a total of 9, and who is probably one of the most recognizable and beloved characters in manga history, trusts literally one person on the entire planet: koichi hirose.

SO:

when koichi shows up in part 5 right from the jump to act as the part 4 connective tissue, there is absolutely no reason why he can't stick around for longer than he does canonically so that he can satisfyingly fulfill his role as official vibe checker. let him be important!

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oh my god, i can hear jojo fans groaning as they scroll through all that shit. so what?! did you make me read all that just to say "there should have been more koichi?!"

look, i need to make sure "we're" all on the same page and understand the perspective i'm coming from. "we", in this case, being the audience of both jojo fans this is primarily aimed at and fandom rubberneckers (greetings friends) who shouldn't have to comb a wiki exhaustively to decode my unhinged ramblings. it's essential background info that koichi is a fan favorite both in canon and in fandom. we gotta understand the role he wound up playing in the overarching struggle of good versus evil in his hometown to understand his narrative role in part 5.

YES. there SHOULD have been more koichi! but not just because we like to see him! he provides an established, trusted moral backbone for the audience. his reputation as a reliable guy is such that jotaro sends him on his own to investigate a young man who may be related to the dreaded bisexual nemesis of the joestar bloodline, dio brando. this is a big fucking deal. if dio has a kid that's really bad. how many backup plans did this guy have (answer: dude you have no idea).

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ugh! part 5 koichi! if you really want to scream look up how he looks in the rohan spin off series.

in ep 1 of the "golden wind", koichi arrives in italy looking for our new jojo, giorno giovanna (who sucks, but that's a whole kettle of fish we can only barely touch on now). koichi, who has the street sense of one of those dogs that gets carried around in a luxury purse, instantly gets robbed by petty street criminal giorno in a rare burst of personality never seen again after this initial story-line.

okay whatever. after skipping a few eps, giorno and koichi team up to defeat the first stand together after drawing its ire during giorno's weird mafia test. the stand, black sabbath, stabs its victims with a stand arrow (the arrow that gives stands), causing them to either die or gain powers. this might be controversial, but its my personal opinion that its probably not good for a mafia to have a factory that creates jerks with super powers and its right to try to shut that down. after the fight, giorno reveals his dream to koichi of joining the mafia with the explicit purpose of reforming it from within. koichi promises not to report to jotaro about the fact that there's ANOTHER STAND ARROW until after giorno is initiated into the gang. god. jesus christ.

first of all, this GANG-STAR thing is the silliest shit anyone has ever heard. this is literally his for real goal throughout the entire story-line. which could have been great! but people within the fiction should react to this like hes telling them he's going to invent the first bicycle for fish instead of looking at him with the kind of wonder and glory you reserve for jesus christ himself. this train of thought leads to too many thoughts about giorno's lack of personality, so let's set it aside for now. i think giorno should maintain this insane goal, but he should actively have to convince people that he is capable of doing something that fucking nuts.

second, no way would koichi agrees to this absolutely braindead truce lol. koichi doesn't know giorno from adam; the sense we're supposed to get is that koichi innately senses that he's a good guy from his little speech and we, the audience, are supposed to take his word for it. but there is nothing convincing or authentic in how the situation plays out. there's a level of naivety/stupidity applied to the characters involved for this situation to work at all: i dont know why telling jotaro in florida that there's a stand arrow in italy would impact giorno's mafia standing at all. especially considering the arrow breaks and no longer functions shortly after giorno's initiation. koichi should find giorno's dreams and desires spurious and continue his investigation for jotaro, both to impress him and because its the right thing to do. he should also be like "heh, i took care of a stand arrow for you mister kujo". let him have another win. fuck it. why not.

third, koichi doesn't know that the stand arrow is destroyed and i have a hard time believing that he, a victim of said arrow, would do anything other than raise serious alarms over the proliferation of objectively evil stand users in italy where dio's son coincidentally happens to live. the following arc in which giorno and his new team mates go on a hunt for a hidden treasure should have been a series of demonstrations to koichi that italy was being cleaned up by a joestar (as opposed to the danger of being exploited by a brando) and was ultimately in good hands. this would require giorno to get some wins in during this time so he would actually have to do something for a change.

keeping koichi around long past where he does in canon could and should have given giorno a chance to demonstrate a different form of heroism to contrast the pure-hearted pursuit of justice championed by koichi. in eventually winning over a familiar and trustworthy character, giorno would have proved himself to be more than just "dio's son", a fact which should have hung over this part like a dark cloud.

but that's. that's next time.

[mysmestranscripts]

ZEN After End

[Background: Jumin’s penthouse]

[Music: None]

Jumin: Bangladesh, Philipines... Not there.

Jumin: All the countries that are left... are small islands.

Jaehee: Where in the world do you think V is?

Jaehee: If you couldn't find him with all your connections, I think we should stop searching.

[Music: Mystic Chat]

TV: A! Celebrity News has the scoop. Echo Girl has been cast as the lead in the new period series "Moon and Stars". We've got the scoop at the scene.

Echo Girl: I have to thank the CEO of my management company for giving me such a good role. I just wanted to prove that young singers like me know how to act with this role.

Echo Girl: Famous singers like me have to pave a new path for the industry to improve you know.

Jaehee: You've had that TV for a long time.

Jumin: Nothing bad will come out of saving. I only watch it about twice a year. I don't feel the need to upgrade.

TV: The soundtrack album has been doing well at the charts too. An interesting fact about this new series! The rising star Zen has also been cast!

TV: Zen was involved in a sexual harassment scandal with Echo Girl two years ago, but his sincere press conference put him under a positive spotlight.

TV: We, here at A! News, gathered up our courage to request an interview with Echo Girl concerning this incident.

Echo Girl: What? Why are you asking me that? It's way in the past now and the misunderstanding was resolved. I hope to meet him in the professional world soon. No more comment.

Jaehee: That scandal is now an embarrassment in her career. Weren't you quite mischievous to cast them in the same series?

Jumin: I didn't give that order. If I had, Zen would be the lead and she'd have a supporting role.

Zen: Oh~ Is that what Kyungju said..? I-I mean, Echo Girl. Anyways, I just like to think that she was young and emotional back then and made a mistake. Anyways, the past isn't important for our acting.

Zen: Mr. Producer, please cut out that part about me calling her Kyungju. She hates it when people say her real name. I mean, I think the name's fine! Hahaha.

Jaehee: Her real name wasn't edited out I see.

[Music stops]

Jumin: That, I ordered.

Jaehee: ...

[Background: Black screen]

Staff: Take five everyone!

Echo Girl: The outtakes are all because of everyone else! Manager! Bring me some water!

Echo Girl: It's so hot here.

[Background: Zen After End 1]

[Music: Narcissistic Jazz]

Zen: I'm sorry I had to make you wait, sweetie!

Zen: …You waited long, right? Kyungju kept making mistakes so we couldn't get a good take.

Zen: I'm sure it must be hard following me around location shoots. Isn't it hard being on set? You can rest at the hotel… I mean, of course it really helps me that you're here.

Zen: Yeah! I love it! I'm so happy to see you watching me. I want you to be my manager forever.

Zen: I get to see you at home and at work… I can never get sick of my cutie pie's face…

Zen: But… why are you wearing such a low-cut top? What if the other crew members see you? We have a lot of young guys here.

Zen: It's okay when you're with me… but it bothers me. What if one of those guys stares at you while I'm focusing on my scene? You're mine…!

Zen: Ugh, alright… I won’t be so sensitive outside. But… let me make sure when we get home, that you’re mine.

Zen: Of course I’m yours. Thinking about possessing each other, it reminds me of the show I did before. Remember “Emperor’s Game”? The line went like this.

[Music: Lonely but Passionate Way]

Zen: From now on to the end of my life, you are mine and I am yours. While the sun rises from the East and sets in the West, you are my sun, my moon, and my stars.

Zen: Saying it in front of you really makes me feel it, MC…

Zen: I’m so grateful that we can be together like this. Don’t start blushing. You are always a blessing and my source of happiness… I want you to be proud of that.

Zen: Every morning when I see you asleep in bed, I tell myself that I will love you and always be true to you. Isn’t that pretty amazing?

Zen: No, what? I'm not practicing my lines.

Zen: I mean all of that. MC... When I see you fall asleep beside me every night... I think about our past, present and future...

Zen: Because we are each other's mirrors and our paths.

Zen: …I'm making you cringe? Sweetie, I guess you don't know what's really cringeworthy. I don't want to stop expressing my love. Look into my eyes.

Zen: MC, you are my life and my traces. Sometimes, we fight over small things, but our hearts are connected, so I'll start to understand everything you went through in your life when I wasn't there.

Zen: Because now, basically you are my life.

Zen: You are my sun, my moon, and my stars… No matter how far apart we are, we'll always think of each other…

Zen: Hahaha… Good job listening to all this, cutie.

[Background: Zen After End 2]

Zen: Even when the sun rises from the West and sets in the East, my heart will never change. My MC, I love you forever.

[keyofjetwolf]

“Hi, it’s me,” STOP BEING ADORABLE.

[hexitca]

The Bad Guys (Dreamworks)

Okay, I have some time to write a longer review of The Bad Guys movie!

Note: this is only on the 2022 movie. I heard there is a comic and need to look into that soon!

Spoilers if you don't want to be spoiled!

So I enjoyed the movie very much! There were things where I felt were a little weak but honestly, you can say that about any movie. It doesn't make the movie unwatchable and I'm sure wouldn't be noticed by most (especially little kids who the movie was for).

Main Gang - supporting characters

I loved the dynamic of the gang! But there was definitely a difference between the two mains (Wolf and Snake) and the supporting cast (Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha). Not too much but notice that I kinda wished they expanded a little more on the three!

I felt that Piranha was a weak character but was clearly made to be comedic relief. He got a laugh out of me once or twice so he did his job. He didn't have too much in a defining personality outside the comedic relief or the "crazy team member". I get they wanted to focus on Wolf's character and his changes and Snakes (through his friendship with Wolf) but still.

Shark and Tarantula were a little more fleshed out in comparison to Piranha but not by much. I felt there was more personality in those two but they could have used a little more (especially with Tarantula who didn't get a lot of scenes other than the hacking which okay make sense but STILL)

These are very minor weak points with the supporting characters and don't make the movie hard to watch. I hope if they make more or a series they explore more on Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha bc I'm very interested in them.

Main Gang - Wolf and Snake

I love these two! I love their dynamic and you can just tell they have been friends for a really long time! Their personalities clash but in a fun way and it works! Wolf is the easy-going conman and leader with Snake being the grouchy right-hand man/second in command. When they disagree in the 3rd act of the movie and split you really felt it! They bonded through how everyone hated and feared them without getting to know them (same with Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha) and supported each other! THEY ARE FRIENDS AND YOU CAN FEEL THAT! I adore it!

Wolf and Snake really are strong characters and the movie were very much them (Wolf mostly but Snake (and the gang coming to terms of being good guys) growing into their new roles and it was fun to watch!

Diana:

I LOVE her character! The "was a Bad Guy turned good but still uses her abilities when needed" was great! I was scared that she was just going to be the person that convinces Wolf to be a good guy but never having been on the other side of being feared/hated/forced into a role due to their histories/looks etc. I just loved that and thought it was subtle but a strong direction to take.

I also love how they didn't make her the apparent love interest of Wolf. Oh, you can definitely see the chemistry but you could see it as friendship also (same with Snake lol). I said it before in a post but similar to Pacific Rim with Mako and Raleigh. It was refreshing to see in a cartoon like this one.

The Villain:

I called the Villain and thought it was kinda weak to have professor Marmalade. However, how he got Wolf in the very beginning and then the rest of the group was kinda interesting. Still have some plot holes in it and how it was wrapped up was a mixed bag.

Despite that, I guess there wasn't much they could do with creating a Villain for the movie. Honestly, it could have been done without it but right now I can't think of a way to do that so it's not that big of a deal I guess. Again, it's a cartoon for a young-ish audience. Not to dismiss it at all! But in the end, it's like most DW movies (more on the end of Rise of the Guardians than HTTYD but I adore both those movies so there you go lol).

The Animation:

OH MY GOD! SO GOOD! I love the expressions and the movements of the characters and UGH I HAVE NO WORDS! 10/10 so glad they went with this stylistic animation style it fits perfectly)

Overall:

8/10

The weak points aren't super noticeable if you turn your brain off (which i cant lol) but the weak points for the villain and the wrap-up with him knocked the score down.

Very cool animated movie with great characters! A strong main cast and the supporting cast did what they needed to do. The story was decent and not hard to follow. A very good film! I will watch it again!

My opinion: Wolf and Snake are Husbands and in love

[anonil88]

Wandavision Ep. 9 (series finale) liveblog

Obviously there are spoilers below read at your own wishes im including a gif to give you more time to scroll away

The picture is the family together in fight stance omg omg let me hit play

We back right where we left off.

Yea she wants to absorb your power sis, nah fuck that Agatha you can fuck right off.

I can see the cgi in the window and car.

Oh fuck this white mother fucker. Vision please come save your wife. Ayyy my guy!

I mean is he her ex? Or just her exes body.

Multi boss battle time!

This has to be Peter from X-men just being manipulated.

Wanda really did create an entire man the only thing missing is the body.

Um we are missing a few scenes here. When did they capture Jimmy?

You handcuffed a magician? Stupid.

Cliff? Who's that?

So they are about to have a boss battle amongst civilians lmfao. They probably won't even notice what's happening.

On the nose entry of the Darkhold.

It's not her destiny to destroy the world at all. Even in the comics she fights and fights that destiny time and time again.

Oh no, angry puppets. Run Wanda run!

Mrs? Ralph is that you?

Oh it is Ralph they casted Evan Peters to tease us all about x-men im guessing.

That is fucked up to tease us with that.... I'm just saying that is fucked up.

She doesn't even know how she has done this, she really thought she was doing the right thing.

Ugh this feels like when grief gets overwhelming.

No WANDA NOOO, oh shit she really doesn't know how to control it fully at all.

Get out everyone get out!

Wtf is Agatha planning?

Oh no Vis! His soul, if only he gets closer to her.

No the boys....if only she could find a way to tether them to her and not the world she created.

She is going to try and suck wanda dry oh my lord.

Haha family stance too cute. A family that fights together, stays together? Maybe.

Ooo are together gonna fuse?

She is a hero and learning very very fast.

Ayyy boys

Monica lets goo! Take that Hayward.

Hayward is an entire bitch. Fuck him.

Oh they are gonna have a logic battle or a battle of the brains. Exactly you are both vision now kith.

Who will this new vision be? Not quite how I expected it to happen with an awakening but yay, the rebirth of vision!

But, will he stay alive at the end of this? This new vision not Wanda's remade husband.

Let's go red wiggly woos and nightmares. Destroy you with your worst fears or your regrets.

Dammit.

A witchhunt really?

No wanda not like this. Agatha is a liar and has shown that why would you trust her?

We all thought vision would die but what if it's Wanda? Oh no.

Me to Agatha Harkness:

Oh? Did she unknowingly cast another spell?

Ah ha that's why she was hitting the barrier so wanda is a visual learner.

I hope she gets that Darkhold book and reads it.

She is writing her own damn story. I know that's right.

COME ON CROWN

COME THROUGH OUTFIT

Ngl you can see they ran out if cgi budget this episode BUT I love this cute redone style of the comic book outfit. The new ones not the old ones.

Also she doesn't need you, she has a guy named Dr. Strange that she can call.

Awe this is so sweet but I know that this will end. I love that we see her vision and her boys happy all together because we do not get to see that in the comics really like all at the same time.

They are now friends in the comics that share kids, yaknow divorced parents that stay friends but can't make a relationship work.

At least for a couple moments we get a happy power family in house 2800, that get some last sweet beautiful moments.

They will live forever in her heart.....and cough eventually reincarnated cough. Their sound are very real.

I hope she saves that photo at least.

She healed and found out more about herself and who she loved, thats beautiful.

So he's not gonna tell her that he gave her vision the other back?

Awwww they are so in love and marvel doesn't even let them be happy in the comics.

I mean you literally will say hello again his body with his memories is flying outside right now.

Aww vision.

Emo wanda has returned in aesthetic. Starts playing BMTH or PTV

She's like I'm sorry, oh and she said it.

Oooo with the hood and cape on yesss. She is pretty much a rejected member of society and "herodom" now who runs off to discover herself after a really fucked up situation and then a messy engagement similar to comics. Kind of like how Peter is set up to be in the mid credit scene at the end of far from home.

Wanda really said:

Midcredit scene reaction!!

Is Jimmy gonna be director?

Coronet?

Yes a skrull! Talos heard? How? Yay Monica is going to space like she always wanted!!

AN END CREDIT SCENE!!!!!

Thats the lake from the other movie right? Uh all these wait is Thor around? Oh wonderful I love this oh yes give me Wanda educating herself with this book. And she has learned sustained working projections without creating another hex, I love that for her. Two places at once. WE GOING TO THE MULTIVERSE, which i don't think she will be a villain for.

For a finale this was just okay like not great but good enough to pass because after all this is Marvel not Starz or HBO (GOT aside). I understand now why the executive or was it director said this would be a dissapointment. A lot of people had so many theories running but even with my own theories i haven't been conflating them as definites. The only one i did was Monica's scientist and now Pietro being just Ralph revealed. After seeing last weeks episode I just said imma just fully enjoy this last episode and didn't pay mind to many of the new theories.

Anyways I'm not super disappointed this was just an okay finale. So was Legends of Tomorrow's last season finale which I still found some enjoyment in. But, I'm not as excited for Falcon and the Winter Soldier because I can tell from this episode we are going back into movie marvel action with little depth.

I really enjoy the non-officially but official MCU shows like Jessica Jones or Agents of Shield because they often do both. The depth and the action which this show did with a much larger budget. I get there are probably plot holes in this episode for time or filming restriction reasons but still like dang it. Well this has been fun thanks for whoever reads these haha.

[ravenempress101]

~Revolution Of Maddness~ Dionysus Greek Imagine Chapter 1

Authors note: finally made a Greek imagine. the legends of tomorrow did that on the episode. they picked my favorite love child to be Dionysus and had to write about it so here it is a new update and it will be a series cause it deserves one so enjoy my sweethearts! With everything going on have to spread happiness and love all of you my followers people who come across my story and heart i love you and truly be safe and love you! <3

Warnings: mind control, pure temptation, no smut, alcoholism, parties,swords

Words: 4.2k

"en grade newbie" "i am gonna kick your ass' Sara began to toss her frame in air cartwheeling her legs. her formation was about to take a final destination, she pulls her sword and swings upon y/n's side. y/n retracts her back inches toward the ground from the blow. as y/n stands up at Sara, the sword swings toward Sara's right side. the blow broke her defenses. twirling in the admits, her body collides with the floor. clenching her soft jaw at a winner of the sword fight. nick appeared from the door cups in his hand emblem with a mermaid locos monster on them.

"ooooo Starbucks thanks Nate"

Nate nodded at both of them while preparing the projector for the seminar. y/n paced over toward the cups capturing one in her hand, and niche her metal blade down onto the coffee table. Sara stood up and capturing one of the coffee. as she sat sat down sipping the espresso. Nate began to say 'your welcome i got you guys, double shot of espresso over ice, an american with a dash of mint, and a green tea with a hint of spearmint cause i was feeling freaky fresh today'

a mild chuckle escaped from y/n's lip at Nate. Sara slapped your arm to hide the laugh as she raised her cup in toast formation a smirk plastered on her lips commending Nate for the peace offering.“okay Nate no more reading joke books for a while”

as she takes another gulp of the raven liquid,he threw his hand up in embarrassment everyone making there way in the assignment lab. a meeting for a new mission were under there belt. as Nate said his hello to everyone for showing up to the meeting. capturing the red folders in his hand he gave a folder to all the members. y/n reaching for a red one Nate having one more folder with black and gold symbols on it. he placed it in your hand. y/n captured the folder in her hand wearing a puzzled expression.

"i think you gave me the wro...'

"alright case no.177 Dion's returned to his father Zeus by Dion or to be known as Dionysus" Nate flicked the screen. the screen appear to have a royal cup from the era of 950 BC. y/n blinked her eyes, refocuses to her folder opening it. there was a photograph of a young man with raven loose curls, deep dimples that covered his cheeks on his caramel cast a minority of freckles. "wait the god of winery is at a university, interesting" y/n scanning at a picture with the boy Dionysus with a basketball jersey of no. 52 in black bold on the front. Hes smiling but somethings off about how he poses for the picture.y/n was astound by the Greek god of winery. Zeus's son behaving like a animal. it was impossible for Dion to have any manners.

"sure is very" "that is an awesome cover up" Sara booming scribbling characters on her paper. Nate change the slide, the university and the sigma fraternity of the college that Dion was ruling over appeared. Dionysus was a regular kid on the outside but on the inside a bloodline of 1,456  years of pure immortality youth. 

"not so awesome, y/n you would have to get Dionysus in your corner, his father Zeus needs him for his kingdom' y/n stalking off in a pointless huff. her anger burning at the words from Nate. "really me" "Oh no" "why me?' it's my first day"

Nate claps his hand together as rambling stopped. strutting over toward yourself placing your hand on your shoulder "you'll do great if i didn't know i would have never recruited you, this will prove to us and you that you can handle anything" a slight grin creep on her face at his encouragements. y/n knew she had a flame in her to fight but the god of madness was unknown to her. y/n praying that her charisma must prosper on him.

therefore, they appear a few days later at the university of the sigmas. college kids sprinting through campus. the teachers pulling out pink slips and the teachers sprinting after the kids, the smell of rose perfume in the air of the sorority woman dressed up in dresses of coordinating pink.y/n rolled her eyes of the desperate childishness memories  that back when she was a 23 year old. The tables of the fraternities, sororities, and forities. mission was calling her name to sign up for one of the Greek organizations. Dionysus has to be in one of the big Greek leads.

"where is the god of destruction' a pink set of shirts wore by girls past her. y/n scanned her surroundings for the mysterious boy Nate set for her. the smell of dark chocolate feeling the air as Nate and her distracted by the rumbles of there stomachs. "dang can't believe it's been so long, they used to call me shot gun Nate'  Nate walked over to one of the fraternity beer coolers and captured a beer. poking a hole in the side of the can and then cracked the seal at the top . downing the beer in seconds, y/n heart stopped at Nate her words held captive at what he did. the empty can collided with the floor and a 'woo" erupted from him as the students clapped an cheered "shotgun Nate" at his reenactment of his college days.

"shot gun Nate really" y/n giggled at the praised man. leaving the college students with amazement. "yes could drink a whole keg in three minutes or less, that was the big bang and then Dion.." college men with bullhorns started chanting"delta sigma phi" from across the sanctuary . men dressed in college t-shirts in formation convey a perfect angel from above.

"there he is"

y/n pointed at the tint shades being his hidden drunken state. His tan chubby frame leap off the throne.strutting over toward Nate and you at the sorority table you signed up for "where here, i love this day where i can meet all the fraternities and sororities with sweet alluring angels, hello angel whats your name' his orbs dance on your masterpiece. y/n nausea creep up at her throat. she took a big gulp forcing the food back down in her. y/n knew she was sick from his cockiness of attitude.y/n whispered to herself while Nate overheard her. "I'll break your bon...

"wow wow aye now" 

Nate raising his index finger and gave her a death glare.y/n smiled innocently at her mentor transforming her attitude to positive. returning back to Dion’s gaze at her chubby frame while capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth. curves carved by Aphrodite herself set Dionysus in a vibe. "i mean hello and what is your name sir" "well its Dion and i see your participating in the zeta omega the charlie's angels of the sorority' Dion purring at her.the god of ecstasy pools of chocolate appear slight soberness toward y/n as she side eyed Nate. Nate couldn't get her out this one. it was time to prove her worth. "yes i am and what fraternity yourself apart of" y/n placed her free hand underneath her chin. soaking up Dion's beauteous features he portrayed "the sigmas also known as the forbidden fruit of the campus but Hun i'll make arrangements for you" Dion stepping closer toward y/n. his slender rough finger guided along your arm. y/n's body quaked from the touch of Dion. y/n stepped back from the gorgeous man.

"ugh i’m good Nate, i am done with this mission' a fire-seed rose up in y/n, as she began gritted her teeth. silence fell upon her as she stormed off. her footsteps were acid like movements burning the ground she walked on. the sparks in her brain at Dion's actions where uncalled for. Nate chased right after yourself. furrowing his eyebrows your way.being selfish was the only option y/n had made this whole mission.it was time for y/n to be selfless this one time for the legends. "then your kicked off the legends, y/n hes not that bad' Nate placing a burden upon y/n. Dion as went through nails and dirt and y/n couldn't even pushed down her ego.his attitude toward girls can change for the better. a journey for the both of them was underway.

"yes he is, a childish boy that thinks hes so awesome but really not look at him" both of you glanced at the Greek god as he downed his golden cup of wine that he created from his vineyard. the 5 gentlemen that followed him waved there hands in front of his chiseled face. a smirk came your way as he waited for your presence to disrupt his atmosphere.Dion wanted yourself so bad and he would do anything to get you sprung over him.time and patience is all he needs. "just try the best you can do with him we need him for Zeus and he needs care' as Nate scanned a cocky Dion placed his finger pointing at y/n wiggling it for a gesture of "come my why" y/n clenched her jaw as she saw red giving him the death glare on the naive men. Nate jumped right in front of her for a distraction. he soothed her anger.

"ugh fine' y/n through her ego away and walked back over to her project. "alright Dion i'm y/n do you wanna help me pick out a sorority crown i have to wear' capturing the catalog in her hand. scanning at all the majority diamond crowns and looking back up at Dion with a shy smile. side eyed the followers of men for agreement.they all nodded Dion captures his arm in yours. 'oooo first day and you wanna hang with me leggo' y/n and Dion walked out into the building and on the sorority neighborhood he owned.

"great!' victory was at hand for y/n and she couldn't be more happy next, Dion sitting in the kitchen chair. a laptop placed on his lap as he organized a guest list for his ultimate party of the century. the god of ecstasy made euphoria a place for all his parties. "so y/n coming to my party tonight since i helped you pick out the tiara for your sorority" "mhmmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority' Dion and you were in his house. a silent whisper fell upon both you.y/n thought Dion had classes but he skipped and bride somebody to go to his classes for him. 

"it will be fun if your there, sound like the party type and it will get me a better chance of having fun if your there with me' 'mhmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority" pointer finger captured in between her teeth as she bite tiny marks on her fingernails. Dion plastering a smile convincing you to his rage. y/n didn't sign up for a drunken teenager as the mission went on. staying on her feet and having her senses high alert was her main priority. "okay okay stop your begging Dion i'll go" "that’s what i do best and great i'll save you a spot" while Dion winked your way. his head found his way onto your shoulder. once came in contact with yourself y/n's organs shivered. her soul glowing from the Greek god that touched her. as Dion was scanning his computer screen. y/n forehead flared up with sweat droplets. puzzled on how her body react with his touch was amazed. 

Stumbling over her "great" the words stayed in her throat. Dion retracts his touch from her and y/n inhales deeply as her insides stood at a still. everything going back to normal, and the sweat disappear. Dion getting up from his seat and walking into the kitchen. y/n looks over her shoulder while capturing her iPhone from her pocket. as she unlocked her phone. started typing a message to Nate, "omg Nate i have to go to the party Dionysus is planning really???" the iPhone buzzed and y/n scanned at the text  that he left on her phone "yes you do! the mission must be going really well, don't drink to much" cursing under her breathe. as she typed away the next text and pressed send. "omg fine you owe me one"

Dion made his way back into the room. a plate of rice in his hand and chop sticks in the other he sat down and took a bite and held the plate to your face. as y/n shook for a refusal he went back to planning. the darkness filled the air as the stars decorated the sky. y/n walked toward Dion's fraternity house. two boys Turing up beers and smashing the cans on there heads while shouting violently. wandering eyes landed to the lawn of all the toilet paper from the trees and the signs the sigmas created for there fraternity. y/n turned on her heels and walked back over toward her sorority house. y/n was in defeat at the accomplishment "look who made it, know you show up' Dion wrapping his words around your body. pulling yourself back towards the fraternity house. Dion ran down the steps capturing your hand  guiding yourself into the sweaty body's grinding on each other. "hey Dion yes i'm here' "good i'm very glad you are,we have a long night ahead of us, lets get a drink shall we?"

"its a very special drink i want you to try' Dion forcing your body to his wine table. the table was covered with Hennessy and vodka. the bottles labeled with his name on them and sliver ribbon were around the alcohol bottle. "you have a lot of wine' guiding your free hand over the wine. y/n capturing one in hand and about to slip it in her pocket. Dion captures both of your hands in his some grapes from the table and starts smashing it between his rough palms with your soft ones. a fine liquid filled the glass of the self made wine that he mastered. "yea i make it here try a sip' the navy blue liquid filled to the rim. y/n captured the glass from his hand and placed her nose above the special drink. the contents were sweet but a bitterness tickled her nose. "cool so how long have you been part of the fraternity?" y/n scanning down her glass while mixing the drink. the drink was filled with darkness. a raven liquid filled with night. "a few years, i really find myself humble while ruling over the campus, drink up sweetheart"

placing the wine glass toward her heartshappes and tossed back the glass. the bitterness wine gliding down her throat. a Delicious taste invade it her taste buds. as sweat flared up on her forehead. her body temperature rising. "i feel hot Dion' Dion took a sip.the alcohol entering both of your bodies.y/n body felt hot to the touch. she felt like she wanted to strip all her clothes and jump in the pool just to release the steam she was feeling inside. "oh you'll cool down, how’d that taste?" Dion's cup colliding with the floor and he took your cup and the cup following behind. y/n's mouth erupted with coughs. pupils dilated and a source of enlightenment to her frame. her body floated from the high that his drink possessed. 

"well tastes... awesomely delicious and i feel..' y/n's word started to muffle out her mouth. placing a foot in front of the other sounds of the crowd becoming a blur. her foot steps boomed in her ears. her heart at a slow steady speed. a clogging feeling to her ears. Dion's smiled turned dark staring at your frame. "Free almost right?, i'm going to ask yourself some questions" y/n felt like her body gave up on her conscious and were following her new leader. Dion, his voiced boomed in your soul. her orbs made its way toward Dion's chocolate ones. swimming the the looseness he conjured upon yourself. "are you really here for a sorority?' y/n blinking her eyes, refocusing on coming back to her body. the siren he position was a strength like no other. y/n mentally fighting but physically giving into the temptation. fading out of conscious.

"y-y-e... no' Dion strutted over towards yourself. Dion found pleasure in what he was doing. "tha’ts it baby girl cmon' "really why are you hear of all places?" his concerning question filled with care.y/n was becoming in denial and trusting of him in all one sitting. y/n chasing her thoughts back and slowly backing up from Dion for ehat he was did. stuttering forcing on her lips. the cover couldn't be blown. 

"Hun don't struggle, you'll  tire yourself out, just let go" senses shifted from his words as y/n's legs gave out. her frame collided with the floor. trembling filled her body as Dion crouched down to her level. her eyes started to loose her natural color and form into Dion's his rough fingers landed underneath your soft chin. y/n relaxed under his touch as Dion scanned for any control your body, soul, and mind for him to rule over. her blinking ceased and tears welled up in her eyes. one tear escape from her orb and found its way down its cheek. "i'm not here for this sorority, please see your dad he needs you" the moment Dion realized what had came from your mouth is heart broke. his feeling like he was drowning underwater. as Dion paused in front of yourself at the information he gathered. his rough palms trailing up and down your arms. warmth fell upon yourself. 

"now isn't that better, the truth is better and look princess your reward is being here with me don't need you running off now your special just as your mind is" Dion's eyes filled with a soft venom of anger and a clenched jaw. a daze came over y/n as she nodded at the command. "yes i will be he-rr-e for you and only you Dion" shoulders relaxed. as a questionable peace came over her. as y/n began to embrace Dion she felled straight to the floor in front of him. her body knew his commands right away. a bow she took. Dion thoughts in his brain of your schedule he place you on.

"that’s so very tight to hear, can' wait to hear the little cries as you worship me' Dion taking your chin forcing yourself to look up at his gaze. Dion summoned one of his followers to him and Dion whispered in his ear "get the legends of tomorrow on the phone, they will be proud of me and her for what i done" Dion evilly grinned at yourself. all the thoughts of you and him were causing excitement for him.y/n trapped with the caramel man side. the euphoria crashing through  her body and Dion was the supplier toward that feeling. Dion shouted and men appeared from the shadows toward his command "men, help her change into something sexy, i found what i need and shes the kindest goddess ever. the men nodded there way toward him and captured your arms in there hands leading yourself in a room as yourself left. Dion waved his free hand at yourself of a gesture of welcoming to a new home.  

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 7: Hush, Hush, Hush •

    The children walk single file as they descended from the brush from where they had escaped, Eddie in the lead, Richie taking up the caboose. Y/n had helped Mike up the rocks, and shortly after found herself in the middle behind him. Mike cast a glance in her direction as well as the others.

    "Thanks, guys," He said, redirecting his gaze to the ground. "But you shouldn't have done that, they'll be after you too, now."

    Eddie was the first to chime in. "Oh, no, no, no, Bowers? He's always after us."

    "I guess that's one t-t-thing we all have in common," Bill added.

    "Yeah, homeschool!" Richie chirped. "Welcome to the Losers Club!"

    Y/n smiled at the boy's remark, shaking her head lightly. It was then that Y/n was reminded of the fleeting thoughts from the night before that bounced around her tired, foggy brain. And a familiar feeling bubbled back up to the surface along with it; a sense of belonging. Y/n did not have much luck when it came to getting close to people, aside from Beverly of course. Until that day at the quarry, she had never truly felt at home. And now that they had a new member - the last piece of the puzzle - she knew as long as she had them, she would be whole.

    In fact, they would never say it aloud, but each and every member of the Losers Club shared these same feelings. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful and powerful bond that would last a lifetime. Each and every one was just as important as the next and if you were to pluck any from the line, they would never quite be the same. Each of the eight children felt immediately at home with one another, a comfort so deep and profound it could quiet any lurking anxieties or fears.

    For a short while, no one said anything, just a peaceful ambiance blanketed the atmosphere as they descended the small hill of grass. Each of them could feel the tall green blades brush their legs, and the silence was filled with the low yet loud rumble of the train traveling along the tracks, yards behind them. When they reached the bottom of the small hill, Y/n  scurried up to the front and joined Eddie by his side. Everyone else disperses, scattering amongst one another, Ben silently taking the lead.

    "Hey Kaspbrak" Eddie looked to her, a little taken aback but attentive. "I'm counting on you,"

    Eddie blushed uncomfortably until he realized what she had been implying. She had been holding her left arm, just below the shoulder, and gestured to it with her eyes. She blushed herself and played it off with a weak laugh.

    "My arm?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "If you anyone has a band-aid it's you."

    He laughed nervously as well, as he reached into one of his fanny packs, careful to watch his step as he was still walking. He pulled out a bandaid and handed it to her, she smiled in thanks. She wished she could have said she was surprised when he continued to pull supplies out one by one. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't find that a least a little impressive. It reminded her of clowns packed into a clown car. Ugh, she shivered slightly, bad analogy, nevermind.

    "Here you go. Also, here's some ointment, it's a special disinfectant - who the fuck knows all the germs that were on that rock, you'll need all the help you can get. I also have gauze, normally I don't carry gauze but since your leg is still pretty bad, I figured I should carry some, just in case. Here you take it, I think I have some more, also, I kept a small wrap of ace bandages, you really need to - wait you have been changing them frequently, right? You always, always change bandages, the bigger the wound the more important it is you change it. Seriously, this is really important because-!"

    "BEEP BEEP BEEEP!" Richie shouted suddenly, strolling up and walking between the pair. "Hear that sound, Doctor K? That's the sound of her flat-lining. You took too fucking long, genius, if you were a real doctor she would have bled out on your table already!"

    Y/n snickered under her breath, several of the Losers smiled as well. Eddie felt his face grow hot, and he turned angrily to Richie, his face contorted in an angry pout. He was struggling for words, but before he could form a proper sentence, Richie continued.

    "Quick tip, Doc, don't talk your patients to death!"

    Stan laughed dryly, "Yeah, you're one to talk."

    "Hey there, woah, woah, woah!" He threw his arms up in defense. "I'm just givin' the people what they want!"

    "Great!" Y/n said excitedly, her face lighting up briefly before falling. "How bout some silence? Beep beep, Richie."

    Mike, who had blended into the group so effortlessly and had been silently processing - still adjusting to the group dynamic - laughed suddenly and loudly. Everyone looked to him, taken slightly aback by his sudden, but infectious laugh. And it wasn't long until that laughter spread, everyone had cracked a smile and there was scattered laughter that melted away any previous tension.

    By now, Y/n had applied the ointment and the band-aid easily. She handed the tube of disinfectant back to Eddie as well as the gauze.

    "Thanks, but the band-aid will do just fine. Luckily, this one is only just a little cut."

    Eddie nearly tripped, he had been so lost in thought as he stared anxiously at the gauze outstretched in her hand. He licked his lips nervously, and his eyes flickered to hers. She noted his tentativeness and waited expectantly, but he could hold his tongue no longer, crush or not.

    "...Seriously, have you been changing those bandages, you never answered me and I'm sorry but that's disgusting if you haven't changed them cause the wound really needs to air out and if it doesn't you could end up-"

    "Christ, Eddie! I've changed them!" Y/n blurted, falling into a small fit of chuckles to show she wasn't truly mad.

    He tried to conceal his blush, but he played it off with a vigorous shake of the head and change of topic.

    "Hey, where are we going anyway? I can't be out too long or my mom will kill me. One time, I was like, two minutes late for curfew and she had a panic attack."

    Ben looked over his shoulder, he had taken the lead and while no one had mentioned it yet, everyone had instinctively followed him.

    "Well, I was hoping to show you guys something."

    Everyone gave one another an odd, questioning look but they followed Ben into the trees, nevertheless.

×××

    Night had fallen the day of the rock fight and another day began. The group of misfits had found themselves in town, where the annual parade was taking place. Wracked with guilt and the unpleasant feeling of being pitied, Y/n was trying to talk Eddie out of buying her the delicious frozen treat she had been ogling. Eddie had noticed the longing in her eyes when she spotted a young child with one of their own, and it was then that he really noticed the effects the sun had on her. Her baggy clothes were sticking to her arms and legs, and he could see beads of sweat percolating above her brow.

    Once again, their previous exchange on the fire escape popped into his head and he was reminded once more of how fortunate he was that he could afford such little things he took for granted. The power of suggestion had already gotten to him as well when he saw a frustrated father shoving an ice cream cone at his crying child, and although the sight made him cringe he couldn't quite shake the sudden craving of the sweet treat. Hence their detour to the ice cream cart, he could practically hear Richie ragging on him for getting her something with the audacity to leave him out - What, you skimping out on me now, Eds? - Eddie opted for a vanilla cone for Rich, just to be safe. But none of that stopped Y/n from protesting against it.

    "Eddie, you really don't have to do this,"

    The young L/n girl looked between the hypochondriac kid and the disgruntled teenager behind the cart, slinging ice cream. Ignoring her protests, he dropped the small pile of coins he had retrieved from his fanny pack onto the metal counter of the cart. The overheated employee slid it towards himself to the end of the counter, plucking the quarters from the surface and handed Eddie two vanilla cones. Eddie gladly took them in each napkin-clad hand - he had already grabbed several napkins so as to not spill or drip anything. Y/n watched defeated, albeit a bit excited, as the young man behind the counter opened another compartment and retrieved the y/f/f popsicle and handed it to her.

    She hesitantly took the popsicle, trying her best to mask the ravenous look in her eye.

    "Eddie-"

    "Look, it's best you have that anyway, it's supposed to get like, really hot out today so it's best you keep cool or you could be one step closer to heatstroke. And let me tell you, that is not fun, not fun at all! Did you know that-"

    A loud burst of noise disrupted their conversation and they turned to see the cause. Richie had gotten his hands on one of the marching bands instruments - a tuba by the looks, and sound of it. The owner of the tuba was angrily reaching for it but Richie managed to keep it out of his reach. His cheeks puffed and his face turned pink as a few short bursts of noise came from the instrument.

    Eddie and Y/n shared an amused look and Y/n's eyes fell to the popsicle. She sighed lightly, trying to tame the pit in her stomach that always occurred when she was pitied. Now Y/n appreciated the gesture, she really did. It was awfully sweet of the boy, and she would be lying if she said it didn't make her stomach do a small flip, but all that was easily drowned out by how small she felt. She hated being a charity case, it was bad enough Beverly had basically kept her fed all these years but Y/n reminded herself that their friendship was symbiotic - they each had something to offer the other. But this made her feel like she owed Eddie, and she didn't like that.

    The two left the cart and walked along the sidewalk at a steady pace. Nervously, she looked at the boy.

    "Eddie, I appreciate it, but I don't want to owe you or anything. I-"

    Eddie's face contorted into a confused frown. He chuckled weakly before taking a quick lick of his ice cream. He shook his head.

    "You don't owe me! It's just a popsicle, it's no big deal."

    Words failed her and she looked at the popsicle tentatively. Eddie noticed this and was scrambling to put out the small fire he had caused.

    "Think of it as a favor to me,"

    Y/n showed no efforts to hide her confusion. "A favor?"

    "Yeah, you stay cool, and I don't have to take care of you when you suffer from heatstroke."

    Her frown stayed cemented to her face as she stared at the boy, and Eddie feared his message was lost in translation. For fuck's sake, he didn't mean it like that! Great, now he sounded like a total ass.

    Y/n broke out into chuckles and Eddie felt the enormous weight leave his shoulders. He chuckled with her, though they came out more strained and nervous. She shook her head, eyebrows raised.

    "Man, you must care if you're willing to make up that load of horse shit." Y/n's tempted eye fell to the popsicle in her hand. "Thanks, shrimp, I appreciate it. But just this one time, okay? I always end up feeling like I owe people whenever they do stuff like this. Even if it's small things, cause a lot of stuff that might seem small to you, are kind of a big deal to me, does that make any sense?"

    Eddie nodded.

    "To tell you the truth, I've never tried one before."

    Eddie's eyes widened and he looked frantically between her and her dessert.

    "You gotta try it! They're really good!"

    Y/n smiled weakly.

    "Eddie, I mean it. Do you get what I'm saying?"

    Eddie nodded eagerly, his eyes frequently falling to the popsicle.

    "I get it, won't happen again. I promise. But seriously, you gotta try it! Really though, before it melts."

    Y/n examined the frozen y/f/f pop and noticed the ice was thinning. She shrugged at Eddie and tried the popsicle. Her eyes widened and she gaped at the boy.

    "Holy shit."

    Eddie grinned eagerly, and by now the two were approaching Richie.

    "Right?"

    "Dammit, Eddie! You really shouldn't have done this, I'm gonna want another one!" She whined, though her voice held a twinge of humor.

    She switched the popsicle to the other hand to lick the melted residue that had made it on her fingers. Eddie was quick to supply her with an extra napkin which she thanked him for.

    Eddie laughed at her words and he noticed he had caught Richie's eye. More specifically, the extra ice cream cone did. Richie abandoned the tuba and waltzed over to the boy, gladly accepting the treat and the trio found themselves joining the rest of the group just inside the alley. They were all somber, Y/n couldn't help but notice.

    "What's wrong?" She asked, drawing all eyes to her. "What are guys talking about?"

    "What they always talk about," Richie said simply.

    "I actually think it will end," Ben said, ignoring the interruption. "For a little while, at least."

    "What do you mean?" Mike asked.

    "So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The Ironworks explosion in 1908, the Bradley Gang in '35, and the Black Spot in '62. And now kids being... I realized this stuff seems to happen-"

    "Every 27 years," Bill and Ben finished.

    Y/n looked up from her frozen pop and licked her lips, for some reason feeling silly for enjoying such a thing during this discussion. She found her stomach was twisted in knots, though at least, she thought, Eddie was right. She was feeling cooled down. But none of that seemed to matter now. Like it was all a matter of time before all of these fleeting feelings, these little moments, were being packed and stored away for a long time. It was a strange feeling that she couldn't quite identify, a feeling each of the Losers Club was experiencing: that while everyone around them was laughing and playing, enjoying the blissful moments of summer, they themselves each felt as if they were enjoying their last day on earth.

×××

    "So let me get this straight," Eddie began, fingers drumming nervously on his right knee. "It comes out from wherever to eat kids for, like, a year? And then what? It just goes into hibernation?"

    The Losers found themselves in the park, frozen treats long gone, the pits in their stomachs however still very much present. Bev, Stan, Mike, and Ben were splayed put on the bench, backs to the infamous statue of Paul Bunyan. Richie sat on his parked bike, unfortunate enough to be facing said statue - he never said it but the thing always creeped him out, just something about it. Bill and Eddie each found a seat of their own on the long back of Silver and Y/n laid in the grass before them in between the two bikes. She was propping herself up with her arms and legs splayed out before her. Her leg was healing fast but she didn't want to risk sitting on it and making it worse.

    So here the Losers sat, lost in discussion and despite the hot weather, there was a chill in the air that only these eight misfits could feel. Looming over them, watching them, much like It did their own town.

    "Maybe, it's like-- What do you call it?" Stan paused, searching for the word. "Cicadas. You know, the bug that only comes out once every seventeen years."

    "My grandfather thinks this town is cursed," Mike said. "He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."

    An evil thing.

    The three words that lurked in the back of Y/n's mind all her life. She could feel herself falling back into the pit, the black hole that swallowed her up every time she thought of the looming threat. She could feel herself disconnecting from the world again, watching herself being ripped away from this moment in time and tossed back to that awful night, though she could still hear the worried voices of her friends speaking. Completely unaware of her state of mind. The words were fuzzy and distant, background noise as she felt herself being transported to that day.

    "I ain't got much time left, but at least I'm safer than you. I'm old, I've lived my life but you? Well, you're closer to death's door than I am."

    "But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stan said, his voice now began to fade out.

     The voices were now blending together as memories of her past became her present reality.

    "Cause this town, I tell you, this town... There's an evil, evil thing in this world," the man said.

    She could hear her younger self whimper in fear, her own voice was squeaky and very frightened. The old voice continued, it shook with fear and the terror was as ripe as his memory, like only seconds had passed, not decades.

    "monsters are all too real my child, I've seen 'em with my own two eyes."

     Mike's voice found a way through her skull, echoing softly as all the details of the day she worked so hard to forget, came flooding back.

    "Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see."

   "The Devil himself lives here, right here in this very shit hole and I've waited a very long time for this moment; to be free."

    There was a moment of tension-filled silence as the young h/c girl looked up at the slouching figure. The girl clutches her teddy bear tightly to her chest - the sad old thing nearly worn down to threads - tears pooling in her e/c eyes as she stares on in horror at the distant relative. Old and senile he was, why her mother brought her here she didn't know. Y/n would later figure out that it was a final visit of sorts. A last chance to meet some of her family. And while her mother stepped out of the room to retrieve a simple glass of water for the man, he turned unexpectedly to his grandniece and imparted the words she would never forget.

    "He's in your closet, under your bed. He's everywhere, always, watchin' you. Waiting for the right moment to snatch you up. And he will get you. He always gets you... he got her, I told her not to go, but she was adventurous you see, much like you kids are these days, and mother didn't like that and she always told us; 'you mind yourself or I'll tell him. I'll tell him...'"

    The old man's glossy eyes drifted away, his voice trailing as he was lost in the memory; reliving it all over again.

    "Tell who? Who is he?" The young girl asked tearfully?"

    He broke from his trance and he looked at her with cold and fearful eyes.

    "The Boogeyman." Y/n croaked, breaking from her stupor.

    The Losers all looked to their friend in the grass. The color was drained from her [s/c] skin, and her eyes were distant and glassy. Her left leg had inched gradually up and was now clutched tightly against her chest protectively. Seven pairs of eyes were now fixed on her and she gulped.

    "My great uncle Henry, I only met him once when I was about five or six, but he- he told me about how he saw the Boogeyman. Not much else, but the way he described It... I don't know, it always stuck with me. I've been afraid of It ever since and then-" Her eyes met Beverly's and she knew she had connected the dots.

    "Your ankle." She finished.

    Y/n nodded. She shifted in the grass uncomfortably before looking around at her friends. Some of them confused, others connecting dots of their own, but still intrigued and listening.

    "When school got out, Bev slept over." Y/n began, filling in Mike especially. "We both fell asleep with the TV on, it woke me up so I got up to turn it off, and then, just as I started to drift off I felt Bev pull on my leg several times. But, I woke up and realized she was fast asleep."

    She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the nerves that came crawling back even now. She fixed her eyes on the grass below her, and her fingers worked themselves into the ground. Y/n began fiddling with eh blades of grass, twirling them and ripping some from the ground as she continued.

    "Next thing I know, It's pulling me across the carpet and my leg is torn to shreds. It looked like what I always imagined the Boogeyman to be, but... but it also looked like-"

    "A clown."

    She had to turn her body slightly to look at Eddie, but she nodded, confirming everyone's suspicions from the day before.

    "Yeah, I saw a clown too. But It was also a leper." Eddie saw the confused looks scattered across his friends. "He was like a walking infection."

    Eddie felt himself fighting his bodily instincts to vomit, still repulsed by the vivid memory. Stan, who had been squirming in his seat the entire exchange, fought desperately to deny the gory truth that lay before them. Trying to convince everyone, himself especially, that this thing couldn't exist. Cause if It did, it would be all too terrible.

    "But you didn't," his voice trembled. "Because It isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's leper. Or Bill seeing Georgie, or-or woman I keep seeing." His voice broke, he looked down at his feet and the others knew.

    He was trying to convince himself.

    "She hot?" Richie asked with a half-smirk.

    Stan gave Richie an incredulous look, and his voice rose.

    "No Richie! She's not hot! Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They're all like bad dreams."

    Mike spoke up, unable to tiptoe around him any longer.

    "I don't think so. I know the difference between a bad dream, and real life, okay? Besides, look at Y/n's leg! How do you explain that?"

    Y/n gave Mike a thankful nod, and Eddie asked the question she had at the end of her tongue.

    "What'd you see? You saw something, too?"

    "Yes," Mike answered somberly, and he took a deep breath. "Do you guys know that burned-down house on Harris Avenue?"

    Y/n nodded, encouraging Mike to continue.

    "I was inside when it burned down." Mike began fiddling with his hands nervously, and Bill could feel his heartache. "Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were... pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me."

    Mike's voice broke and he fought hard against the tears that threatened to spill. His heart was breaking in two all over again, he rarely spoke of the incident, always much too saddened by it and each time he did he could hear their frightened screams and the scratches against the door.

    "trying to get to me." There was a pause, and Mike swallowed the swollen lump in his throat. "But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone."

    "Mike," Y/n felt at a loss for words, but all she could manage was a simple few. "I'm so sorry."

    He shrugged, and everyone could tell he was already beginning to rebury the memory.

    "We're all afraid of something."

    "You got that right." Richie quipped.

    Everyone looked to the boy and Y/n asked gently.

    "What about you, Rich? What are you afraid of?"

    His eyes flickered to Eddie against his will, and he ignored the spike in his heart rate when he did so. Everyone was staring at him now and he gulped, looking over his shoulder to see a clown on the stage across the field, staring at him. He returned his gaze to the group, and swallowed nervously, adjusting his bulky glasses.

    "Clowns."

×××

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Madam Malkin’s Manual for (dis)Robing Wizarding Royalty

@promptis-fanweek Promptis SFW Fanweek Day 8: Free Day

This is kinda overdue, but I’ve had this scene stuck in my head for some time and I thought I might as well put this up for the fanweek.

Rating: T

Warning: Brief mentions of fat shaming

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When Prompto finds out that he's landed a job at Madam Malkin's for the summer holidays, he thanks his lucky stars, which are finally shining on him after staying stubbornly indistinct for the first twelve years of his life. Well, he also thanks Lunafreya, who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who somehow got Prompto's name through the door. Look, he's not above a little nepotism if it's going to get him robes that actually fit for the next school term. He needs those robes.

His current ones are two sizes too small, maybe three. And yeah, he knows he's a 'growing boy', but he also knows he's 'growing' into his robes all wrong. A couple of guys in his transfiguration class have taken to calling him Pudgy Promp, and that's one of the nicer names they've come up with.

Unfortunately, his parents are strictly middle-class in muggle Nifleheim and wizarding currency has been appreciating against the Nifleheimian gil for the past couple of years. His family's finances are stretched thin just covering his textbooks. Of course, he qualifies for Hogwarts' Muggleborn Bursary for Wizarding Essentials, but that only affords him the luxury of shopping at Second-Hand Robes, and he's learnt quickly enough that wizards his size aren't in the habit of donating out their old uniforms.

Which leads him… here. Summer apprenticing at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. And the best part of it? Staff discounts.

"Prompto dear," Madam Malkin calls and Prompto quickly snaps to attention, "Could you fetch that latest shipment of demiguise pelts from the back? Lord Abbot just put in a new order for invisibility cloaks and they need to be completed by next week."

"Got it, Madam Malkin," Prompto answers while ducking into the store room.

He locates the pelts after several minutes of blind fumbling. This will be a lot easier if he could summon them with an accio, but Madam Malkin's declared it best not to perform any spells on untreated material of magical properties prior to proper charming.

That's not to say, Prompto doesn't get to practise any magic at all. Because he does. He's done a lot of levitating and vanishing over the past month and a half in Madam Malkin's service — which is far more magic than whatever he's allowed to do at home, in muggle Nifleheim. The Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery would have him slapped with a warning letter in a hot second, if he so much as tried a paltry wingardium leviosa in his bedroom.

He carefully hefts the pelts up to Madam Malkin's work table. They’re surprisingly heavy, and he's beginning to feel beads of sweat gather on his forehead and pits while trudging up the stairs. Well, he could always use the extra exercise. Just got to… think positive, you know. He's been working on his physique ever since they turned him away at the Hufflepuff Quidditch try-outs. But it's a slow, arduous process.

Okay, there. Prompto breathes out a sigh of relief, depositing the pelts where Madam Malkin wants them. He's about to make his way back to the receiving area, because the morning crowd's trickling in and they'll be all hands on deck soon enough, when the doorbell chimes. And he would have called out the customarily enthusiastic 'welcome to Madam Malkin's!', but it balloons in his mouth and effectively chokes him so he's a wheezing mess as Hogwarts' resident Lucian aristocrats come traipsing into his previously peaceful but eye-candy-less summer vacation.

The first person through the door is a tall, lanky fifth-year Slytherin — Ignis Scientia, who's been a shoo-in for Head Boy ever since his first day at Hogwarts, as the rumours go. According to those very same rumours, he's taken and aced every subject offered including a couple of NEWT-level classes, after going through some iffy advance placement thing that the professors put together specifically to cater to his genius and Lucian monarchical administrative duties — which is insane, if not impossible. The house elves adore him because he pops by the kitchens to bake every now and then. And he’s deadly in Quidditch, even though he's never had the time to play on the house team.

He's immediately followed by Gladiolus Amicitia, Gryffindor Quidditch captain, and the best keeper Hogwarts has seen in decades. He's been scouted by the Chudley Canons, Stonewall Stormers and Toyohashi Tengu. They even wrote a feature on him in Seeker Weekly! He's turned down all the offers, of course, which everyone thinks is a downright shame, not that anyone'll ever dare say that to his face, because he's famously proud of his future career in the Lucian military and notoriously loyal to…

Noctis Lucis Caelum, Lucian Prince, Gryffindor's star student and the final member of the trio who’s walking into the shop, stealing the limelight and many a fair maiden's heart with his (mysteriously!) hooded gaze and (artfully!) tousled hair. Prompto quietly whimpers when the target of his gigantic schoolboy crush huffs irritably and flicks his bangs out of his eyes, utterly destroying whatever hope of coherency Prompto’s been holding onto. They're in the same year, Noctis and him, but Prompto's never shared a class with the prince before. He doesn't think they've even been in the same room, save for all the seasonal feasts held in the great hall, where Noctis sits all the way up front with his Shield at the Gryffindor table, and Prompto sits all the way at the back with the rest of his Hufflepuff cohorts.

"Good afternoon. We're here to purchase a set of Gryffindor robes," Ignis says, by way of greeting.

"Good afternoon dears. New robes for Mr Amicitia?" Madam Malkin ambles over, tittering, "Or are they for His Highness?"

Noctis shuffles forward a little and says, "They're for me."

"Why, you must have grown two inches since the last I saw you, Your Highness."

"And a half," Noctis says, quite proudly.

"Still a little squirt, though," Gladiolus adds.

Noctis shoves at him, but Gladiolus doesn't budge. "Shut up, I only look small because you're so bloody big."

"Now, boys, there'll be no roughhousing in my shop," Madam Malkin warns, although she doesn't put much steel to her voice, because you just… don't tell the Prince of Lucis off — not unless you're the King of Lucis or Ignis Scientia, "And we've got the lot over there. We'll have you fitted up in a jiffy, just head right on, dears."

Ignis nods. "I hope you won't mind if we cast a couple of disillusionment charms while we're occupying the room."

"Oh, go right ahead. You really don't have to ask every time you're here," Madam Malkin says, "We can't have His Highness' robing habits plastered all over tomorrow's Prophet, can we?"

"No, we cannot," Ignis says, "Your kind consideration is appreciated, as always."

Then the trio disappears into the fitting room, with Gladiolus and Ignis none too subtly shielding their prince bodily and Prompto accordingly attempts to disappear behind the bannister. Alas, Madam Malkin spots him not making himself useful and waves him over. "Could you help His Highness with his fitting, dear? I know you haven't had much experience with that, but Prince Noctis is an agreeable sort. You won't be having any trouble with him."

"But—"

"You're in the same year at Hogwarts, aren't you," Madam Malkin pauses, "I hope you boys aren't at loggerheads because of that house rivalry nonsense."

"No, no. We're­— We're cool. His Highness is… cool."

Madam Malkin considers him meaningfully. "Is that so? Well, then, off you go, dear. It's not nice to keep a customer waiting."

Which is how Prompto finds himself knocking on the fitting room door, sweating buckets and trying to recall Madam Malkin's Manual for Robing Witches and Wizards — of which he's read a good dozen times, but is completely escaping him in his state of utter panic.

The door opens.

It's fortunately Ignis at the doorway, whom Prompto's marginally less terrified of because he always carries with him this air of formality that lends every situation some degree of verisimilitude.

"I'm… here to help with the fitting?" Prompto's not sure why he's making that a question, but. He's not sure how he's here in the first place.

Oh right. New robes. Summer job. Madam Malkin's. Robbing— Robing Prince Noctis. That makes sense. Sort of. Ugh, does it? He wonders if he can surreptitiously pinch himself without anyone noticing. Seriously, how is this his life?

Ignis smiles, a fraction above polite, green eyes glinting as he says, "Of course, thank you for your promptness."

Prompto dips his head as he slips into the room, which is decently spacious and surrounded by neatly ordered shelves of fabric. The prince has already gotten up on a footstool while waiting for him, looking terribly bored but devastatingly gorgeous nonetheless. At the opposite wall, Gladiolus' standing at attention, looking intimidatingly large and largely intimidating, but he catches Prompto's gaze — brown eyes just as piercing as Ignis' green — and offers up a friendly enough grin. Prompto relaxes by a tiny, tiny bit, before he remembers belatedly—

Rule Number One: Don't make eye contact.

With… the customer, right? Which means the prince. Ignis and Gladiolus don't count, do there? Prompto frowns, trying to call up—

Rule Number Two: Don't… Don't— Okay, so he can't actually remember what rule number two is, but he thinks it's possibly, 'Don't slip and fall and coincidentally pull the prince's pants down'. Because that sounds like something that should be in the manual. Definitively.

Like he wouldn't want to be that guy, you know. Wouldn't want to be hanged, drawn or avada kedavra-ed, whatever it is they do in Lucis, for unintended assault on important personages. Then, he's losing his balance, arms wind-milling, outstretched hands desperately grabbing onto something for purchase and suddenly, he's staring at the prince's bare, perfectly shaped knees, before glancing up to see a pair of dark blue eyes startled wide.

Oh, what do you know, two rules broken in one fell swoop.

He doesn't know how he manages to get his vocal chords working but he somehow stutters out, "Oh. My gods. I'm so sorry. Itwasanaccident. Pleasedon'texecuteme."

The prince gapes at him. A second passes, and then two. Then Noctis' cheeks are flaming as he yanks his trousers up, out of Prompto's grasp, and.

Prompto half-expects Gladiolus to haul him by the collar, toss him out on his ass and demand he duel for the prince's honour — not that the prince's bodyguard has a reputation for being violent, in fact, he seems like an all-round swell guy, but. There's got to be royal protocol for this, hasn't there? Some official statute in some official penal code about the appropriate course of action when the prince's modesty has been outraged?

Whatever it is, it's probably not 'laugh uproariously while the prince chucks something at your head'. But that's the course of action Gladiolus decides to take.

"Heavens, Noct. Is that not the pair of briefs I'd laid out yesterday? What happened to the freshly laundered ones I'd prepared this morning?"

"Specs," the prince groans, long-suffering, "I don't like that pair."

"They're perfectly serviceable. But if you find them so objectionable, you had only needed to inform me."

"Next topic," Noctis says, making a face. And Prompto's just recovered from the shock of not being executed, or sent to the gallows, or expelled from school, only to be faced with the awful realisation that he now has to live with the knowledge of Ignis Scientia laundering the prince's underpants.

Ignis sighs, wordlessly summoning something — small and… round-ish? — to his hand. "It seems the button's come off your trousers. We'll have to make do with a Sticking Charm for now, but I'll have it fixed when we're home. I've a good mind to take it up with your tailor, in any case, such shoddy handiwork is inexcusable — what if that had happened in front of the press?"

"I'll— I'll pay you back," Prompto blurts out, and wishes he's kept his mouth shut immediately after, because in what universe would he be able to afford replacing the prince's pants? All three other occupants in the room turn their attention to him and he thinks this will be a great time to wordlessly cast a disillusionment charm on himself — if he actually knew how.

"Nah, it's fine," the prince finally shrugs, "It was an accident."

Prompto briefly considers tattooing that onto his arm, as a memento of his first and possibly only conversation with the Prince of Lucis. But Noctis apparently hasn't gotten the memo that princes don't just go about interacting with robing apprentices, because he continues, "You're Prompto, right? You're friends with Luna."

Lu… na? Prompto frowns. "Lunafreya?"

"Yeah," Noctis shrugs, "She pointed you out when we were watching the Hufflepuff Quidditch try-outs. You play seeker?"

Okay, so Prompto knows that Lunafreya's probably a member of some high-standing wizarding family — just from the way she carries herself, you know. She's always so… poised. But he's never known that she was that high up the aristocracy rungs. He really ought to brush up on his wizarding politics. God, and she's had to witness his pathetic crush on Noctis for the past three years. He thinks back on all the times she's tried to get him to talk to the prince and colours.

Prompto realises a beat slow that the prince is waiting for some form of reply. "Um. Yeah. That was probably me."

Noctis grins and Prompto swears he sees flowers blooming in the background. "I play seeker too. Just made it onto the team last term. Guess we'll be seeing each other on the pitch next tourney."

"Ah," Prompto busies himself with the draping of the robes on Noctis' shoulders, studiously adjusting the hem while trying to figure out a proper response. "I… didn't make it. Onto the team?"

"Oh," Noctis says, and there's a length of awkward silence, before he continues in a voice that's both genuinely apologetic and flatteringly confused, "But you flew really well at the try-outs."

"They, um, said I wasn't… aerodynamic enough?"

There's another length of silence. And Prompto thinks that will be the end of their conversation, because he's honestly embarrassed himself enough in front of his crush. But Noctis evidently still hasn't received the memo, because he eventually says, "That's bullshit."

"Wha— Huh?"

"That's bullshit," Noctis repeats, "Doesn't matter how… aerodynamic you are, as long as you're quick on your broom and you've a good eye for the snitch. You were the strongest contender they had for seeker."

Prompto won't deny his heart lifted at Noctis' so vehement vote of confidence, it's kind of… nice to be validated, by the prince no less. "Yeah, um. I'm trying out again next term, anyway. And I've been working out. So I'll be more aerodynamic come next try-outs." Hopefully.

"It's still bullshit. Gladio tell him."

Gladiolus scratches his head. "It shouldn't matter as long as you're a good flier… theoretically. But, yeah, some captains prefer smaller seekers on the team, because they make more difficult targets for bludgers and opposing beaters and seekers."

"I can't believe you!"

"I get it," Prompto says quickly, before hexes are fired, "We all want what's best for our teams. It's cool."

Noctis scowls as his Shield bumps their shoulders together.

And Ignis gives a discreet little cough, effectively quelling the squabble with a stern look. "Alright, I'm sorry to have to cut this conversation short, but we do have other errands to run. It's been very nice meeting you, Prompto. Thank you for helping Noctis with his fitting."

"Um. No problem?" Prompto squeaks as Noctis hops down from the stool, shrugging his new robes off into Ignis' waiting hands, "It's really nice meeting you guys too."

He quietly trails after the trio as they exit the room, thinking this is finally it, his final moments of being in the presence of Lucian royalty. And he's fully intent on savouring it to the very last second, but yeah, his luck's never held out for so long, so he doesn't know why he's been expecting it to. Noctis, Ignis and Gladiolus have wrapped up their purchase and are in the midst of leaving Madam Malkin's, when the dreaded couple of guys from Prompto's transfiguration class swagger boisterously into the store. Of course.

He notices them too late to duck behind a nearby cloak rack.

"Hey," one of the guys call, Prompto sends a silent prayer for the prince to be out of earshot, "It's Pudgy Promp! You didn't tell us you were working over the summer holidays! Think you can get us a discount?"

Noctis pauses at the entrance. And Prompto knows he's heard everything. Gods. He really could use a disillusionment charm right now. Then the prince turns around, glancing over at the group of guys with cool, indecipherable eyes, before that quietly intense gaze settles on Prompto. "Oy."

The other boys fall silent when they notice that the Prince of Lucis is standing right there. And Prompto feels like he's dreaming. He has to be. Maybe he really ought to pinch himself now.

Noctis grins and raises his hand in a little wave. "See you at school, Argentum."

"Uh," Prompto gapes, he knows for a fact the other guys are gaping too, "See you at school, Lu— Lucis Cae…lum?"

And… ugh, he'll be replaying this moment in his head for the rest of his life, cursing himself for that awful foot-in-mouth moment, but Noctis doesn't seem to mind — he just smiles a little wider, then flounces out the door with Ignis and Gladiolus at his heels. And Prompto realises belatedly that he's grinning too. In the next moment, the guys from transfiguration are staring at him with a new-found sort of wary respect, which feels great, by the way. And Prompto's quietly promising himself — he'll make it onto the Hufflepuff Quidditich team next term, then by the next summer holidays, he'll be back here at Madam Malkin's, getting new robes. Seeker-sized.

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I HAD TO DO THIS!!!

1. What was the first Touken Ranbu musical you watched? Your impressions on the songs?

The first (and only) toumyu I've seen is Bakumatsu Tenrouden 2016. It's been years since I saw it, but I remember thinking that some of the songs were kinda uncinematic or not "stage-musical-esque," but I didn't mind. In retrospect, they were a little incohesive, but Toumyu's musical composition is much improved by now. The song that stood out to me and made a big impression was Erabareru Mono because of the lyrics.

2. Which musical is your favourite (for its in-musical song performances)?

I've only got one option, but if I extend my options to clips I've seen from other musicals, I would actually say BakuTen 2020. From what I heard, the songs and the performances sound amazing 💖

3. Which musical is your favourite (for its live performances)?

BakuTen 2020, man. It looks LIT.

4. Favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why?

If we're only talking about vocals and songs, *sigh* Team Shinsengumi with Hachisuka Kotetsu, because they were my first and I love the Bakumatsu swords. Also, it's great to see the cast members improve and grow vocal-wise (lookin at you, Shoutarou~).

5. Least favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why?

If we're only talking about music, Team Sanjo with Genji, simply because none of the live songs from this team have stood out to me, and...they seem almost vocally incohesive, idk. All the other casts/teams feel much more vocally cohesive, not talking about timbre. Even if some of the performances aren't sung well or some of the actors arent strong singers, I get the sense of a unifying chemistry when they sing regardless. I don't get that with this cast. Again, idk.

6. Favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why?

I have four, my vocal pillars of Toumyu, as I call them: Spi, Sato Ryuji, Sakamoto Shogo, and Kurumu Okamiya. I think they all have pretty consistent rates of quality performances and certainly exhibit the most control and technique. Spi is certainly something special. He sings in a Western style that adds so much flavor to Toumyu. He's really a God-send to this franchise.

7. Least favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why?

... Takahashi Kensuke. Amazing actor, plays his character so well, and he's a funny guy...but he's not a great singer. Every actor has their bad days singing, but even Kensuke's good days are sub par. Still love him, tho, just not for singing. Sorry, man ;u; Yokota Ryuugi, Imari Yu, and Tamura Shogo are also a little rough sometimesss...

8. Favourite in-musical group song?

The Konpeitou song (Uta Awase), Joshou (MusuHaji), and Yume Hitotsu (BakuTen). I haven't heard Joshou live, but from what I've heard, I at least love it musically. Also the song they all sing at Uta Awase after they manifest Matsui Gou.

9. Least favourite in-musical group song?

The Touken Ranbu theme. It's performed at literally every performance and I'm officially sick of it lol.

10. Favourite live group song?

Stay With Me (Mihotose), Mistake (SRS16), and BE IN SIGHT (Tsuwamono) are huge bangers. And I think BakuTen 2020's new jazz song is called Scarlet Lips. I heard only 10 seconds of it on YouTube and I fell in love (and looped those 10 secs repeatedly). UGH!!💕💕💕 WHEN WILL THEY RELEASE THE MUSIC I'M DYING OVER HERE

11. Least favourite live group song?

BRUH. IT'S SECRET SIGN (MusuHaji). It's so cringy and I've never heard a good live performance of it (but the instrumentation is sick tho). It's six guys singing about kissing me, and I'm over here like "bold of you to assume that you have permission to kiss me" cuz only Horikawa has that privilege. He can kiss me anytime he wants-- *gets slapped*

12. Favourite duet/tercet pair/group?

Hijikatagumi because I will be biased for them until kingdom come. Tbh, their voices compliment each other nicely, be Horikawa played by Ogotan or Shogo. They all have very natural, full voices that sound super solid when paired together. But the Muramasa duo are also super good.

13. Favourite in-musical duet/tercet song?

Does Riyuu No Arika (BakuTen, Horikawa) count? It's not originally a duet, but Hijikatagumi (Ogotan & Shoutarou) performed a duet rendition at Itsukushima shrine that I really liked. Also for funsies, the hair song by Izuminokami, Hachisuka, and Nikkari at Uta Awase fufufu. Shoutarou's voice was so rich, soild, and an absolute pleasure to hear.

14. Favourite live duet/tercet song?

Heart-To-Heart (BakuTen, Hijikatagumi) is one. It's been my ringtone for years because of that spicy Latin guitar intro~ My second is IMPULSE (Mihotose2019, Muramasa) because SPI'S VOICE IS AMAZING. Also every performance I've heard of it has been killer. Third is Darenomonodemonaijinsei (MusuHaji, Izuminokami & Tomoegata) cuz while I've never heard a good performance of it, the instrumentation is incredible (can you tell that I like funky preppy jazz yet). Also, Haruki's dancing is on point.

15. Favourite in-musical solo song?

Tada Katsutameni (idk how to spell japanese and iTunes' spelling doesn't help ;-;) (Mihotose, Tonbokiri), Nagoritsuki (Tsuwamono, Imanotsurugi), or Kogitsunemaru's song at Uta Awase.

16. Favourite live solo song?

I love both of Horikawa's solo songs a lot, Boku Ga Iru Bashou (MusuHaji), and whatever Horikawa's BakuTen 2020 solo song is idk the name. It's so gooood~ I think I even like it better than Boku Ga Iru Bashou. But I also like Tokenai Mahou (AstuIbun, Kashuu).

17. The song(s) that you didn’t intially love, but has/have grown on you?

Actually, Boku Ga Iru Bashou, haha. I was initially kinda disappointed with Horikawa (my boo my hubby my honey my boy)'s first solo song, but after I found an eng translation of the lyrics, it grew on me super fast. It's such a sweet song and really reflective of Horikawa in the lyrics and reflective of Shogo in the instrumentation, which I think is neat. Also Yume Hitotsu. I never disliked the song, but I recently came to appreciate its musicality and composition.

18. The song(s) that you initially loved, but doesn’t/didn’t hold up well with repeated listens?

Oof. Ustukushii Higeki is a big one. The dubstep with the harpsichord (a wild combination to say the very least) didn't age well with my ears. Also Get your dream and Otokobana...whatever the trio song was in MusuHaji.

19. Favourite variation of the song “Touken Ranbu”?

... Any variation with Horikawa in it cuz he clenches his heart and sings "in my heart I hide a burning passion" or smth and he looks dramatic and good 👌👌👌

20. Favourite variation of a song (for songs that have several variations and/or team combinations)?

Probably IMPULSE by Tonbokiri and Tsurumaru at Uta Awase. They were SUCH a vocal power duo and I loved every second of it.

The Musical Touken Ranbu: Song Asks

I and a couple of friends got into a very passionate discussion over the songs in the Musical Touken Ranbu franchise and it spawned this xD So, here is a list of song asks for anyone who would like to do them, and thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on it :D Have fun! ♥

1. What was the first Touken Ranbu musical you watched? Your impressions on the songs?

2. Which musical is your favourite (for its in-musical song performances)?

3. Which musical is your favourite (for its live performances)?

4. Favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why?

5. Least favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why?

6. Favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why?

7. Least favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why?

8. Favourite in-musical group song?

9. Least favourite in-musical group song?

10. Favourite live group song?

11. Least favourite live group song?

12. Favourite duet/tercet pair/group?

13. Favourite in-musical duet/tercet song?

14. Favourite live duet/tercet song?

15. Favourite in-musical solo song?

16. Favourite live solo song?

17. The song(s) that you didn’t intially love, but has/have grown on you?

18. The song(s) that you initially loved, but doesn’t/didn’t hold up well with repeated listens?

19. Favourite variation of the song “Touken Ranbu”?

20. Favourite variation of a song (for songs that have several variations and/or team combinations)?