#You can literally see when maxs face lights up with joy when he looks at ian

[maxedmoefoez]

i genuinely think max and ian bad boycrushes on each other when they were really close in 2016/2017. max tries so hard to make ian laugh and ian barely tries and gets max hollering over stupid shit. the “hey that’s pretty good” always gets a kick from max and i swear ian only says it for him to laugh at it. whenever they do a video in each others presence they’re always smiling and giggling. in the pokémon go vids they also can’t get enough of each other. just the way they roughhouse and tease each other is just so…. Fruity. they absolutely loved eachother to death during that era and i miss it 😢😢😢

[ninjigma]

RexObi Week Part 3/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 3: Amusement Park Track: 'Friday I'm In Love' - The Cure (Spotify / YouTube)

"The more of these games I see the more I'm surprised there isn't people fighting everywhere."

"Well, I do believe people are not here mainly to win cheap stuffed animals. There are many other things to enjoy."

"Is that why you keep using the Force on the clearly rigged games?"

Obi-Wan raised his nose slightly, carefully tucking his hands behind his back after one last flick of his wrist at a rubber duck with a tiny loop on the top. The squeal of joy from the young child holding a much too flimsy hook nearly drowned out his prim response. "My dear, are you suggesting I would cheat?"

"Well," Rex grinned crookedly. "Never for yourself, but yes."

Obi-Wan made an affronted noise, though the mirth in his eyes couldn't fool anyone in the galaxy, as he slid an arm through Rex's and began walking a bit further. They were in absolutely no rush, the sun beginning to set and stars already blinking above them. It meant that dozens if not hundreds of lights were flicking to life, bright and vibrant in a way that almost reminded Obi-Wan of Force signatures when he was younger. Unfocused, youthful, undetermined futures; a swirl from hot to cold and so much life it was near overwhelming to open yourself to. In fact, Obi-Wan wasn't fully sure how to really feel about this date suggestion, mostly going through with it for the adrenaline of the rides and the sweets he thought Rex would enjoy trying, but leaning into Rex's side and watching that little one proudly accept the stuffed bantha from a perplexed looking worker was quite worth it.

He also found he minded the heat and overall stickiness of things even less when, five minutes later, Rex was crouched behind a water gun with a look of utter clone stubbornness and efficiency, and Obi-Wan was trying not to literally cheer as the clone won his second round in a row. It was all Rex here, beating the neigh impossible game and gathering a few further youngsters around him that wished to watch as he nailed the target perfectly.

"That's insane!" a child to Obi-Wan's right whispered to their friend, who only nodded wide eyed back. "I have never seen anyone win even the first round of this!"

"Do you think he is a bounty hunter?" another murmured.

"Maybe he's a Jedi!" 

This last one was said much louder, and met with a small outbreak of whispering that Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh at, much to the upset of the child that said it.

"He could be!" They defended, small yellow cheek markings rising with his scrunched nose, and the face paint of a rainbow crinkling. 

"Well, I can assure you he isn't, young one." Obi-Wan gave a soft smile, as more curious children looked to him.

"Why should we believe you?" the first one asked, their friend still clinging to their side and watching Rex. "How else could he be so good?"

"Because he is one of the best," Obi-Wan answered simply, without specify who exactly Rex was the best of, seeing as Obi-Wan believed it was just about anyone anyhow. "As for how I know he isn't a Jedi..."

Rex then won the fifth round, maxing out the prize and earning the stuffed animal that had caught their eye to begin with as the perfect gift for Cody when they returned home. Though before the stunned worker had the chance to fully process he needed to unhook the creature and deliver it, Obi-Wan had raised a hand for the children to easily see and twisted it up and towards Rex to use the Force to toss the waiting clone his prize. 

"It is because he told me himself he isn't." Obi-Wan finished firmly. And before the kids could close their mouths or Rex had finished rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan was once again next to his partner and linking them together to stride away into the crowd.

"Showing off again sir?" Rex asked, handing the plush animal, a varactyl in a strikingly familiar pattern, to Obi-Wan.

"Me? Showing off?" Obi-Wan curled an arm under the plush. "I was merely correcting assumptions."

"The assumptions of a child?" At this Rex had slid behind Obi-Wan more properly, giving an accusing squeeze of strong, lean arms. 

"The assumption that you are a Jedi," Obi-Wan turned his head to smile more properly at Rex behind him. "First, I have heard you plenty of times state otherwise, which, in a way you are fully aware of, I am more then grateful for. And second, I know that nothing of the skill you just showed has to do with being born Force sensitive. That was all my lovely, talented, handsome rún."

And though Obi-Wan knew Rex still didn't know the exact meaning of the word he used, he had said it enough to bring color to the clones cheeks even as he shook his head. the he had declared it over in a dozen different circumstances of praise to Rex to make it clear. Knew he had put enough truth in his smile and joy in his eyes to make the adoration obvious, even past how Rex pulled Obi-Wan back into himself more firmly, with a quip already clearly set to make Obi-Wan blush much worse. 

So, when Obi-Wan cut Rex off to press a kiss to his lips that gave a much more obvious hint at exactly how much Obi-Wan appreciated watching Rex win the stuffed plush, he was met with more love then Obi-Wan had ever dared want for, and would be grateful every day to have.  

@rexobiweek

[its-short-for-jackalope]

Some Of My Favorite Cool Staging Choices in NPMD: a ramble, by me!

(is "staging" the right term? idk I wasn't a theater kid)

this will contain spoilers, which you can probably guess since it will be tagged as such.

When we see Richie getting attacked in the cold open, he's facing the audience; when it happens again (haha whoops) he's facing away from the audience & we get to see his attacker. idk man I just think the change in perspective is rad lol

Richie and Ruth taking the stage first for "High School Is Killing Me" because they're the ones who... y'know. (rip 💀)

when that first curtain thing lifts and reveals the rest of the stage 👌🏻

when Steph is trying to get Pete to help her cheat on the test the spotlight on them also lights up Grace before she butts in and gets them in trouble (foreLIGHTENing eh? eh?)

the rotating nerd huddle in "Literal Monster" brings me so much joy like Yes, put those nerds on a giant Lazy Susan and watch 'em go

the nerds sneaking along in the background when Max is singing

the bit with Miss Tessberger (sp?) leaving and returning to the stage from the opposite side

just everything about Pete & Steph's phone call. everything.

the stage going almost completely dark at the end of "Cool As I Think I Am" is fucking epic ok it's such a cool transition. also Max's "I bring light to darkness" and the lighting changes for that. they're both so cool

the bathtub prop. it just looks like it was fun to make. :)

when Steph is talking to Ruth & Richie and then she just turns and they're sneaking into the bathroom. it's like a movie transition in my brain. (also Mariah's little jump like she's trying to look into a stall is adorable)

NERDY PRUDES GOING TO THE WAYLON (sp?) PLACE MY BELOVED 💙 1. walking around the orchestra pit is cool & it's a fun, slightly-more-distanced throwback to when they walk thru the audience in TGWDLM & BF; 2. cool blue lighting + silhouettes, need I say more; 3. the tattered background descending as they walk is fucking magical

it's technically not part of the show at all but i have to give a shoutout to the person near the camera who goes "oh? oh?" when Pete & Steph exchange their cute lil looks in the Waylon House 😂

Richie moving behind the tattered curtains with the camera. also I know it isn't visible but the knowledge that the skele'on costume glows in the dark gives me life. (and Steph giving Ruth a thumbs-up when she's scaring Max??? adorable)

did they blur the npmd logo and put it over Max as he's dying? i fuckin love it no joke

that row of lights onstage just silently clicking off before Max shows up to get Richie 💀💀💀 and then they slowly come back RED

wHEN THE REST OF THE CAST LINES UP TO SILENTLY STAND WITNESS FOR RICHIE'S DEATH 💀💀💀💀💀

the pauses in Jeff's announcement to let everybody groan after their name is called (Joey's "ouhh noo" gets me every time)

I haven't really mentioned choreography because idk how to talk about dancing but... "Hatchet Town" my beloved <3 (all of the choreography in the show is so fun & cool)

BBQ monologues!! the stage is a stage! (whoa, is this tgwdlm???) Love the brief single spotlight on Ruth when she goes on, and bonus points for the red, white, & blue lighting bc barbecues are intrinsically linked to the 4th of July in my brain (🇺🇲🔥)

when Grace is talking to Detective Shapiro I love how gray the stage goes, especially after how colorful the BBQ monologue was, like ugh <3 it makes it feel more serious and important like shit's about to get real (it is)

Officer Bailey (I think that's his name? i do not trust my ears) just angrily moving the chairs after Grace steals his gun and escapes custody 😂

obligatory Beanies Paulkins & HCB scene 2.0 mention <3

Pete sweetie you were just at a football game how did you mix it up with baseball you fuckin nerd (affectionate)

The Chair Mishap™ (I'm not sure but I think all 3 of them broke there, to varying degrees)

Max chasing Solomon off the stage is fun, loved that. (oh shit if he gets you next make it thr... four. you'll be four. or five, technically...? are we still counting Max? this point got derailed.)

the squad car! the lights up top, the brake lights, and also I love when the car turns and everybody just leans to the side (SiS is my favorite for this). also Max just nyooming by as Shapiro takes off is hilarious.

HOLDING COURT WITH THE VOID!!! the increasing whispers, the lighting, the LORDS APPEARING, holy SHIT

the white lights & fog during the slow-mo bullet scene idk it just makes it for me

the homecoming disco ball and the different spotlights are great :D

the group pose at the end of "Best of Me"

the colored lights & Lords laughing at the beginning of "Dirty Dudes" 🤩

okay! that's everything that caught my eye on my fourth watch, lol. obviously there are many many many more awesome little details and funny bits but I wanted to focus more on the set & staging type stuff. it's really cool and interesting to me, especially after Black Friday's glorious secret Wiggly.

if you read all of this I hope you had fun!!

if you didn't have fun, feel free to keep that fact to yourself! 👉🏻👉🏻

[content-d3leted]

Here's some random terrible sketches I've done throughout the past 3 months that each took me less than 2 minutes to create because I'm lazy!! It's more about the...essence of what the image conveys rather than the art itself lol

I love how yellow the show is. Maybe it's just because my phone screen is made to see everything through a warm-ish filter, but certain series (especially s4) just have such a yellowy vibe to it...I have no idea why, but I love it so much

Also I love how in series 1 whenever Justin sat on the sofa, Robert always wanted to sit squished between him and the armrest so they were directly next to eachother, it's so CUTE!

(ignore the poor quality of the screenshot) LOOK AT ROBERTS FACE. HE IS ENJOYING IT. HE IS CONTENT. HE JUST WANTS TO BE CLOSE TO HIS BESTIE!! It's so sad that they got rid of this little thing he always did, I wonder what happened that made Robert stop?!?! Maybe he eventually realised that Justin found it annoying (except I'm pretty sure J secretly thought it was sweet) lol

Ngl series 1 had some of the most hilarious moments of the entire show in there. One of my favourites is in 'Suits you' (I think that's its name, it's episode 7 I think) when Robert has the conversation with Dee that goes something like-

R:" Sir is having a bath."

D:"Oh, well I can't give him the paper in the bath!"

R:"No.."

D:"The paper will get all soggy!"

R:"..............yes"

THE WAY HE SAYS THAT LAST LINE ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME ITS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

AND THEN AFTERWARDS WHEN DEE MAKES THAT RUBBISH JOKE AND ROBERT MAKES THE FAKE LAUGHING AUDIO PLAY. AND YOU JUST SEE THE LIGHT FADING FROM HER EYES. THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH SLOWLY FLATTENING. LIKE NO ROBERT YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO SLOWLY CRUSH THE JOY FROM THIS POOR WOMAN BECAUSE OF A BAD JOKE.

And also there was such a sweet moment in the blocked pipe episode, when Robert was going into the basement to check for the pipe, and after doing his (unbearably cringe) 'Robert the brave' lines, he said "and Sir.........I'll miss you!" THE WAY HE SAID AND ACTED WHEN DOING THAT WAS SO CUTE. HE MUST REALLY LIKE JUSTIN TO MISS BEING AWAY FROM HIM FOR 30 SECONDS MAX. And Justin's fake annoyance afterwards was so funny too because I know that deep inside he thought that was adorable

Its kinda sad at how little Robert thinks of himself when it comes to his relationship with Justin. For example in the Roberta episode, he is literally on the brink of leaving the house forever?!?! Just because Justin bought a new robot to HELP him! He really believes that their friendship is just gone like that because of his..jealousy I suppose? Same in the Justi Moment episode (literal copy and paste episode), where he is on the verge of tears because Justin, yet again, bought a robot to help him out! I suppose Robert truly does believe sometimes that he is only fantasising of having a good relationship with J, and that Justin doesn't reciprocate those feelings (which is obviously not true).

Mac's first episode is so heartbreaking though. The fact that Justin did not stop a single time to consider the consequences of leaving his literal family for a couple of years is so sad. And Robert's little monologue bit was so tragic :( , but imagine what it would of been like if Justin actually didn't return for a couple of years, and how devastated Robert would of been. I wonder how he'd react to Justin coming back after so long?? He'd probably never want to see him again after that tbf. Also I do wonder why Robert was so nervous and awkward about meeting Mac for the first time, since he's never been known to do it before when meeting other newcomers. The poor guy was clinging on to Meradith for dear life in some scenes!

It's quite interesting that Robert canoniclly has a physical disability with his right foot coordinator (I think that's what it is, cant remember the exact thing) being faulty so sometimes he'll mess up with walking. Also quite interesting that robots can HAVE physical disabilities. Surely their parts can be replaced or fixed? I wonder why Robert never decided to fix it, perhaps because he didn't think it was important enough? Although I'm pretty sure it does affect him, since multiple times throughout the show he's shown to have a travelling cane of some sorts, meaning he literally needs a walking stick to get around sometimes- so it must be an annoying thing to have. Maybe he's worried about having an operation on his leg? Actually now that I think about it, coordination takes place in the brain, so maybe he's unable to fix it because of that (because I'm pretty sure messing with someone's brain is....not the greatest thing lol)

I'm so tired abdiejdeodnkdslsnjwls

[flohamilton]

Hi can you do a headcanon about someone who's autistic went to Hawkins and meeting the main characters. What is their interaction

hi so disclaimer, i know autism is different for everyone and what i have written may not be accurate or relatable to everyone!! if ANY part of this seems inaccurate or offensive in any way please please please let me know so i can fix it!!

first of all i feel like the older kids (robin, nancy and steve in particular) would be so stoked to hang out with you and just chill

if you are more quite and reserved they would be happy to just have you sitting in on the group as they laugh and joke around with each other

if you're more outgoing they would be super excited to listen to whatever you are passionate about

i think especially robin, she would always be so excited to learn about whatever topic you are interested in and just seeing the joy on your face would make her light up

sometimes when you get overwhelmed or overstimulated robin and nancy will pull you off to the side to help ground you and make you feel more comfortable

i can totally see robin trying so hard to make you feel comfortable by distracting you and telling you about her day or about something funny that happened to her and steve

but in true robin fashion she starts rambling on and on to the point where you actually start feel worse than before she started talking

nancy has to kick her in the shin to make her shut up

if you don't drive, steve is always happy to give you a ride and will literally take you anywhere you want to go

steve would also be your personal body guard

if anyone was every rude or mean to you he would not hesitate to put them in their place

he has famously never won a fight in his life but the poor guy will always be willing to stick up for you when you need it, even if he ends up with a black eye or some bruised ribs

i think the younger kids would look up to you a lot

the kids have always been outcasts of sorts and have been led to believe that being different is a bad thing, but you show them that it's okay to be different

will especially likes to hang out with you, he is also pretty reserved so sometimes while the rest of the gang is being rowdy you two are just on the sofa watching tv or will is showing you his latest sketches

dustin would always be including you in the conversation if he notices you're not speaking much, he would just like to randomly check up on you to catch up/have a nice conversation, aww he's such a cool and sweet kid who loves his friends very much

i think lucas would always give you a ticket to his basketball game, but if sporting events aren't really your thing he will be so understanding and happy to know that you listened to his game on the radio

el and max love you and always try to join in on whatever you may be hyper-fixating on (i'm thinking new crafts and hobbies!! they would always be right there with you, making trips to the craft store)

mike and eddie in particular would always be inviting you to sit in on hellfire club meetings

eddie would let you plan a campaign with him and would love to hear of all of the creative things you come up with

also eddie would try his best to never smoke or do any sort of drugs around you if that makes you uncomfortable

in conclusion the gang absolutely adores you

they're so supportive of you and will always be there to help you through meltdowns or times where things get overwhelming, they are such a great group of people <3

[quite-likely-valentine]

I now present this: Imagine if you could tell the companions you love them once you have maxed their affinity.

I don't just mean companions you've romanced, I mean for ALL companions, platonic or otherwise. Just put it in the Talk menu, but you can only use it every so often for consistency sake.

But literally, please, imagine everyone's reactions. It would be so wholesome and sometimes funny because you KNOW a lot of them would be flustered to death.

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Nick:

If a second gen synth could blush, he would. Instead, he beams at you after a moment of surprise passes. You see the leather-like skin around his eyes crinkle up as he chuckles and touches your arm with his good hand. "You're a good kid, and a hell of a friend. I..." he trails off but smiles again, meeting your eyes, "Feeling's mutual, partner."

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Codsworth:

General Atomics didn't install tear-ducts on their Mister Handy model, but if they had, Codsworth would be a blubbering, sobbing mess. He still gets extremely choked up. "Oh, Sir/Mum, you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that! I always saw you, the misses/the hubby, and young Shaun as my family, and I... I know I'm just a robot butler made to serve, but I really do think that I feel the same for you..!"

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Deacon:

Deacon is NOT good at emotions, so when you say those three loaded words to him, you can practically see his mind do a Windows reboot. He gets VERY flustered. "Oh, I uh—well, I mean, of course you do! Who wouldn't love this face? I mean, I had it especially made for that reason! Uh..." He scratches his head and looks away awkwardly. "...you're pretty great yourself, [insert Railroad codename]. Your sentiment is shared!" Fingerguns.

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Strong:

I could make a "Strong Disliked That" joke, but I won't, even though he probably would. He's more confused than anything! "Human what? Strong don't understand. You good leader! Make Strong proud."

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X6-88:

He... has absolutely no idea how to respond. So he sort of acts like he misheard you, but he definitely heard and even if he doesn't want to admit it, something about that makes his chest feel warm. "You are a respectable leader, Sir/Ma'am. There is no one I would rather defend. It pleases me that you welcome my company."

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Dogmeat:

Dogmeat doesn't really understand you, but he seems to get the idea! You get a happy bark from him as he attempts to jump up and lick your face. He clearly feels the same!

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Hancock:

If he's romanced, you'll get a happy smile from him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Don't I know it... I love you too, Sunshine."

If just platonic, however, he'll be taken aback for a moment. Such blunt affection among friends is far too uncommon in the Commonwealth. However, his expression soon shifts to a crooked grin, but it has a softness to it that reveals how genuine it truly is. "I wouldn't expect any less, but it sure as hell does feel good to hear you say it, pal. Feeling's mutual."

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Piper:

If romanced, Piper will give you a sly smile and interlace her fingers with your own. "How could you not?" She says cheekily, but plants a kiss on your lips and says back, "I love you, too, Blue."

If platonic, on the other hand, she'll be surprised and flustered, but not displeased by any means. She'll stutter for a second, then manage to choke out, "Thaaaat's very straight forward of you, Blue. I... can't say I don't appreciate that, though." She smiles, genuinely. "Love ya too, Blue."

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MacCready:

When romanced, this boy's smile could light up the commonwealth. He just hugs you. "I love you, too. So much."

If platonic, he's a bit less physically affectionate, but you can see that he clearly feels the same. He goes from mildly surprised, to a somewhat unsure smile as he takes his hat off and scratches the back of his head. "So soft," he chuckles, almost quietly. "You're soft, Boss," he repeats in a normal voice and looks up at you, "But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I care about you just the same, my friend."

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Cait:

Even if she's romanced, you can tell those words have a heavy impact on her. Still, she grins at you over the sincerity in her eyes. "Course ya do, silly!" She kisses you. "I love you too, Darlin'. I mean it."

If platonic, she's a bit more bashful, but she hides it well by chuckling as soon as the surprise wears off and crossing her arms. "Well of course ya do!" She grins. "Such a softie, aren'tcha? I feel the exact same, though, that's for sure. I'm glad'ta have ya as my friend!"

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Danse:

No matter how much you've tried to convince Danse that you care for him, those words seem to hit him as if it's the first time he's ever heard them. When romanced, he just looks at you so fondly, so softly. He pulls you into an embrace. "I love you, too," is all he can manage, but you can tell that he means it.

When platonic, he's a bit less choked up, but you can still see the impact. He clears his throat, looks away and scratches the back of his head. "I still don't know why you choose to trust me after... you know. But..." He looks back at you and smiles softly. "...but I appreciate your trust, and I care for you, too. A lot."

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Curie:

When romanced, Curie immediately wraps her arms around you with such joy. She says, "You have taught me what love is, and I feel it so strongly for you, as well. Thank you, my love!"

When platonic, she looks incredibly touched as well, and holds her hands over her heart. "You have been such a good friend, and you have allowed me to experience many wonderful things. It makes my chest feel so warm to know you value my company, Monsieur/Madame. I value your company greatly, as well!"

[mooniefics]

AFTER CONTEMPLATING FOR SEVERAL MINUTES:

reiner braun 🤪 + “please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

this is literally the cutest moonie, i'm proud of you for hitting 250!! ilysm 💖✨💕

oh my gosh i’m so sorry this took me so long,, thank u so much for the request n the congratulations mar !! very happy that my first work for this event can be for my love, our one n only reiner ♡(｡- ω -)

in all your years of knowing reiner, you couldn’t say that you’d ever once heard him sounding so frantic.

“please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

those were the exact words he’d used over the phone, imploring for you to come to the official marley high ten-year reunion and pose as his girlfriend. despite how you assured him that you were certain no one would judge him for being single, he seemed adamant that it would be the exact opposite. and after a few apologies for your laughter at his predicament and a brief negotiation over his payment of getting you your favorite drink from the cafe near your workplace for the next few weeks, it was a done deal.

though you admittedly felt a twinge of anxiety upon entering the venue of chattering adults, dressed in the best semi-formal outfit you had in your closet, you could see that he was the more obviously nervous one between the two of you.

“just relax, rei.” you murmured, slipping your hand in his and giggling at the way his arm tensed, “these are your high school friends! i’m sure they’ll be surprised enough that you managed to find a nice girl like me all by yourself—“ he huffed disapprovingly, earning another small laugh, “—and only ask about your work or something.”

you barely finished your brief attempt at a pep talk when a loud voice came from somewhere by the food table. “is that you, braun?!”

reiner’s jaw shifted, a sign you’d come to learn meant him holding back a wince, turning to see a man with slicked back hair and a broad grin on his face approaching. based on his heavy-lidded gaze, paired with the red solo cup tipping dangerously horizontal in his grasp, you assumed he was quite tipsy already.

“considering how late you are, i wasn’t sure you’d even show,” he chuckled, still having to peer up at reiner despite still being taller than you, “but the more i thought about it, the more i remembered you never were the punctual type anyways.”

“great to see you too, porco..” reiner replied half-heartedly, palm already getting clammy in your grasp.

you glanced momentarily between them, deciding to come to your friend’s rescue by clearing your throat, drawing the teasing attention away from him. “actually, he was late because of me.” you flashed a smile, leaning into reiner’s side. “just wanted to look my best since i knew i was gonna be meeting his old friends.”

“holy shit..” porco muttered after a moment of silence, hazel eyes blowing wide as he stared at you like you’d disappear if he blinked even once, only breaking his gaze to turn over his shoulder and call out, “piecky, c’mere! i think reiner’s actually got a fuckin’ girlfriend!!”

you barely stifled a laugh at reiner’s low sigh of discomfort, pointedly ignoring how the people around glanced at porco’s shout. “did you seriously used to hang around with that guy?”

“no..” he grumbled back, “he hung around the people i hung around with and always gave me shit for no reason.”

“wow, rei, feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?”

he scoffed as you reached up to poke at his cheek, able to see the pink flush that had settled over his sharp features despite the dim lighting, dodging your inquiry while he looked ahead. “he’s coming back.”

putting on the smile you’d practiced so many times right back on, you caught sight of a cheerful dark-haired woman sidling over to your small group. “reiner?! you seriously got even taller? who’s this?”

you both exchanged names, offering a hand for her to shake which she eagerly took, turning to reiner for affirmation of your identity, to which he said, “yeah, she's my.. girlfriend...”

“how long have the two of you been together?”

“a couple months—”

“—almost a year.”

you quickly laughed off the sudden nerves of giving conflicting answers, turning back to reiner’s friends and recovering with, “we’re not super big on keeping track of dates. you know how time flies when you love someone.” you turned up to reiner, lips perking into a doting smile, “right?”

his cheeks flushed an even darker red, a sheepish smile brightening his expression. “right.”

“looks like you’re the only single one, pock.” pieck teased, laughing when the man rolled his eyes and huffed.

“you’re still with zeke?” reiner asked, prompting her to extend her left hand, waggling her fingers to show off the large diamond ring on her finger.

“yep, engaged for two years now!”

“apparently still too good to come to anything she invites him to.” porco grumbled in response.

“i already told you he’s on a business trip,” she frowned, taking his cup from his hand and taking a generous sip from it, “i’m sure he would’ve come if he hadn’t had somewhere else to be.”

“whatever you say..” he sighed, letting her finish his drink despite his apparent annoyance.

thankfully, your small slip up had been ignored, allowing both you and reiner to relax when the two finally turned their attention back to you. the night progressed much less turbulently than you’d previously anticipated, reiner allowing you to handle any questions directed at your relationship, not saying anything when you frequently slipped in little white lies to make everything seem more convincing. it didn’t stray terribly far from the truth, you were entirely honest about the way you’d met and the things that had made you “fall in love with him”. 

you took a strange amount of joy in posing as his significant other, just as he gave equally genuine reactions when you wrapped his arm around your shoulder or ate something from his plate of food, flustered and smiling all throughout. for a few brief moments, you almost forgot that he was meant to be pretending too. he’d seemed more than happy to see that you were getting along well with all his old friends.

you learned more about reiner in the hour that you’d been milling around the room with him than you probably ever had in the confines of the job environment that you’d met him in—intrigued to hear that he’d been the captain of the football team, feuded with the neighboring high-school’s while being head over heels for the captain of their cheer team, held the title of champion arm-wrestler for all four years he attended marley—little details that you made you would’ve never known had you never agreed to come. the unintentionally intimidating, humble, easy-to-fluster human resources manager that you’d befriended apparently used to be a total jock, always getting himself into trouble. 

and, based on how many times you’d been congratulated on managing to stick by his side for longer than a few months, you could only assume that you hadn’t even scratched the surface of discovering the entirety of reiner’s character.

eventually, your small group of four that’d you started out the night with had reconvened, tipsy from constantly sipping on spiked punch, an excited exclamation from pieck made all of you turn. “look! the photo booth finally opened up!!”

she was already rushing away for the corner of the venue before anyone could say a word, everyone following suit with a laugh as she stuffed a five dollar bill into the pay slot.

“uhh, pieck, i think this thing was only meant for two people.. max.” porco said after drawing open the curtain, earning a frown from her.

“but i want us all to take a picture together!” she slid into the booth despite the observation, turning to you, “c’mon, i’m sure we could all squeeze in if you sat on reiner’s lap.”

you felt your face flush, knowing there was no way to work around her request without raising some kind of suspicion and ruining the act you’d both somehow maintained for the entire night. “sounds like a plan..!”

you could feel how tense reiner was behind you as you got settled on his thighs, hesitating to rest his hands on either side of you while pieck and porco struggled to work the screen before them. you were starting to regret not asking if this was okay with him before agreeing, but you were sure he would’ve found some way out of the situation if he was truly uncomfortable. he only seemed to be preoccupied with the thought of making you uncomfortable, something which made a flicker of affection warm your chest.

“alright! we’ve got four pictures,” pieck announced, “starting... now! and make the first a normal one!”

the first three pictures were the standard photo booth antics—one with all of you smiling normally, one with all of you making the most ridiculous face you could think of in five seconds, and one of all of you arguing over what the third photo should’ve been.

“do something cute for the last one to make up for the messed up one!” pieck demanded through her laughter, pointing urgently at the countdown on the screen, “hurry up an’ kiss or something!!”

you turned back to look at reiner, wide golden eyes gazing down at you, obviously unprepared for the steadily escalating circumstance that was only being intensified by the chanting of “kiss, kiss, kiss!” coming from the woman who’d paid for the photos in the first place. and although you knew you had no obligation to do what she asked just because she had been so kind to you despite only meeting you tonight, or because the timer was winding down towards zero all too quickly, you still found yourself reaching out a hand to settle just under his jaw, heart racing impossibly fast when you realized he was already leaning down to meet you halfway.

his lips were still sweet with whatever juice had been mixed with alcohol, skin warm and blushing from your proximity, the hand that had been resting in your lap wandering to lace your fingers with his. the exchange didn't last nearly long enough, the click of the camera drawing you back to the cramped reality, pieck's cheers through giggles and porco's disgusted scoff for you two to get a room.

"i better be invited to your wedding!" pieck joked, reaching across you to draw open the curtains in a silent sign for you to pry yourself away from reiner.

"likewise." you replied with a smile, almost giddy with excitement as you clambered out of the photo booth.

though reiner's expression just barely passed as casual, his cheeks were burning red, even the tips of his ears flushed as the four of you waiting for the machine to dispense your photos. the function was winding down fast, and as soon as your drawn-out goodbyes were finally finished, you and reiner left, hand-in-hand, much to talk over but neither of you willing to speak until you'd reached the privacy of his car.

you turned to him, smiling in the dim glow on the lights of his dash, laughing softly at his sheepish expression, "i know you said we'd only pretend for a day but.. you think i could request a little extension?"

[scottydog4-blog]

Okay.

It’s been a day.

There are now a LOT of gifs and Twitter-pinions about the premier, and I have some too.

When I finished ‘More Joy’, I quite literally thought “I want them to go back to how it was”…. and I felt like a complete Sharpwin traitor. I actually wanted to box it all back up and have the old Max and Helen back, corridor walks and longing stares, all happening safely inside the walls of New Amsterdam hospital. And at the same time I wanted to rewatch the whole episode to see new Max and Helen again because they were (mostly) adorable.

Then I spent the day reflecting and the more I thought about what I didn’t like, the more I realised one thing. I didn’t like that they weren’t at the hospital. It felt so weird to see them at Helen’s place, half dressed and TALKING, openly. It was a bit too much for my over analytical, ready-to-pick-up-on-all-and-any-subtext brain. It was a change seeing them like that, and I don’t seem to like change. Which is hard because it seems season 4 is not only about joy, but about change.

Yes yes, the first scene was 🔥🔥🔥 endless gifs. In hindsight, I wish I’d never seen any previews but alas, I’m a spoiler junkie. It was awesome though.

The second scene was slightly dramatic and achieved its goal of throwing a nice cold-bucket-of-water on the moment 🥶🥶🥶

The third scene did feel a little out of left field because in Helen’s season finale London movie her mum was not very likeable and for most of Season 3 Mina was a pain in the ass, so wanting us to root for her to go hang out with both of them instead of her very warm and loving NA fam and her new hot boyfriend is a hard sell! But go read someone else’s analysis of that because a lot has been said about her past and her healing journey etc. I can accept it, it’ll just sting a bit (see hatred of change above).

I’m going for the next three scenes.

Scene four. I loved it because they were up and they were walking about and talking normally and I think them walking and talking is as much part of both of their characters as their longing looks. He’s followed her down endless hospital corridors, now around her apartment, and maybe soon across an ocean. And yes you can complain about the I love yous, or you might love how they happened. Whatever. All I saw was Max react to her saying ‘I love you’ as if finally, even to him, this was completely obvious. I mean, his face is like ‘duh’. It’s why he’s ready to fight so hard for her. He’s not second guessing that she loves him anymore. And that felt good to see.

Scene five. I hated it. I still do. But I hate it because it makes me feel uneasy and uncomfortable, like it becomes painfully obvious that their long distance solution is not going to work and it’s awkward watching them realise it to. Which is the point. Because we all need to get that long distance is just not going to work. If they went down that route for an episode or two (or five) then that would mean Helen would be able to leave, and Max would stay, and that’s certainly not what we want. She’s one of our favourite doctors and she has amazing patient storylines and being Max’s long distance girlfriend is not just a down grade for Helen (and Freema), it’s insulting. What I think most viewers would have liked by the end of this scene is literally for Helen to give up on her London dream so everything goes back to being easy and we would get Max and Helen staying at New Amsterdam, same as they always have been, only now perfectly in love. Also an insult to woman everywhere. But you know who absolutely never tries to suggest that, who keeps making suggestion after suggestion, who literally declares different iterations of “it’s gunna work” every time she implies that it won’t. Max. He never asks her not to do this, only reassures her they’ll figure it all out. And that also felt good to see.

Lastly, scene six. My absolute favourite (yes, above scene one). It makes complete sense now why the last scene on the roof is the most comfortable one to watch. Because it’s them. Max and Helen. Back at New Amsterdam. On their roof. Just existing next to each other. Clothed (lol). “Oh hi” never sounded so good after all the ups and downs during the episode. Glancing at each other as they chat in front of the NYC skyline. That feeling that everything had changed evaporated instantly. Change MAY be coming, but for now they are still here.

And when they do start to talk about them, it doesn’t feel so weird. In fact, this scene is literally pure JOY. How can you argue otherwise? Max, who admitted on the very same roof to the very same woman how he’d let his wife down because he couldn’t turn down his chance to climb ‘Everest’, is now willing to do the exact opposite and GIVE UP his Everest so Helen can climb hers. Because he loves her. Plus, LOOK AT FREEMA’S FACE. How does she do all those emotions like that? And then there’s Max, who just looks back at her like ‘of course I’ll follow you, you’re my joy silly.’

SO MUCH JOY ON THAT ROOF!!!

People are only mad because they are freaking out about how the show creators are going to possibly make this work without them. And that in itself is just totally unnecessary.

New Amsterdam is a show about the Medical Director, Max Goodwin, and all his awesome staff. It’s about patients. It’s about shining a light on things and causes that matter. It’s about New York (see all those rooftop scenes, that skyline is the other character). People LOVE it just as it is. WE love it. Those things are the premise of the whole show. So can everyone CHILL. What they’ve done, is they’ve put that thing we love on the line and now we are all wanting to know how the hell they’re going to fix this mess. And they are going to say OVER and OVER that Max and Helen are DEFINITELY leaving because implying otherwise undermines the whole storyline. We need to feel they are leaving to be invested in whatever happens next. Time jump or mind changes or any number of things they might throw our way to get a back to the premise of the show. And we are going to tune in week after week to find out. And that my friends, is how television works. And thinking they were going to do otherwise was just setting yourself up for disappointment.

To the people demanding Max and Helen be happy for at least one episode… um, they looked very happy in episode 1 and they look very happy up against an ambulance in episode 2, and in the corridor smooching in episode 3, and wandering the streets of NYC some time in the future…

To the people who thought they were getting 5 full minutes of sexy times. I believe what we were told was we’d be ‘happy with the first 5 minutes’ (e.g. that glorious time before Helen said ‘I should never have…’)

To the people who read every single article and Q&A - Schulner LITERALLY said so many times that the season would be about discovering your joy and what happens after you get what you want. I think one time he even mentioned ‘chasing after’ it. We were basically warned and WE ARE LITERALLY LIVING THIS NOW TOO. We got Sharpwin, now we have to live with what happens next. Cause and effect in action.

To the people annoyed with all the drama this show has caused. It’s a… drama show. It was to be expected.

So let’s try to relax and enjoy the ride :)

[riisinaakka-draws]

part 2/6

2nd part of my old Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

This time the drawings are short comics that were abandoned for a reason or another, mostly because I lost the interest or felt like there was too much to redraw compared to the satisfaction of finishing something else more interesting. There’s also some talk about rigid mindset and how overthinking can lead to stagnation.

Contains early silverflint moments, specks of dust, rackham's glasses are found, jealous-Billy spying, desk-Flint gets caught, "squint-squint", a quiet moment and its bird dilemma etc.

And please do not steal and repost elsewhere. But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations!

Long-ish post under the cut!

“What are you thinking about?”

“Specks of dust.”

“Liar.”

The idea was to show how much they and their relationship had changed. This was around 2016 when the season 3 began and I was still re-learning to draw with a tablet. Another art from the same time period (and idea) is this art: The Dynamic Duet. 

And for some reason I was really stuck up thinking that I’d have to first do the sketch, then the clean line art, then planes underneath, then shadows etc. and I have always struggled with that kind of approach! Mainly because I hate doing clean line work, lol. And I was a fool for trying to start with a white canvas! It’s so much harder to find values and plan things, or at least in my opinion..

“Rackham’s glasses are found”

To celebrate their new pirate alliance, they share the four lenses of Rackham’s sunglasses as they were also found at the time (because I wanted it to resurface and they could be made into jewellery you know...). This was right after the episode where Anne fights and hurts her hands (here wearing protecting mittens from Max even though she’s not trusted at the moment). Uh, this doesn’t spark joy interest me much and it’s quite stiff and would recuire a lot of redrawing faces, so - discarded!  

I somewhat like the idea still (them having something to share, although it’s on Jack’s detriment). I tried to find a stylished comical easier doodlier? way to draw them and draw clean lines etc, but it just wasn’t for me. Also here too, the background is blank and too bright. Later I started to think things as scenes and draw everything at the same time instead of adding the bg later or trying to show everything (and everyone) at the same time.

Here’s also Billy in the same story:

He’s spying on them and since it’s so bright he’s wearing his diy “sunglasses” and being envious to the others. *cough* uhhh...Idk? Also people were shipping Ben Gunn (and cheese) with Billy, so that bled into this too... Charles’ spirit is riding the “big white bird” that was mentioned in Teach’ story and in this case it’s a pelican.

As you can see, I also wasn’t using the brushes that I use nowadays. A hard (or soft) round brushes with no change in opacity just aren’t for me. For example, in traditional art, I struggle with markers and copics, but really enjoy charcoals and watercolours. I prefer ragged edges, layering and thus blending things into each other (and leaving the viewer to fill in the gaps) instead of having stark or definite things. I also struggle with vector drawings, although I have decided to finally start learning to use them...somedayyyy.

Also, I wasn’t paying attention to anatomy, like, at all LMAO. I was just so happy to be able to put something on the canvas.

This is one of my first ink drawings, but I cannot find the original anymore. Again, I like the idea, but not how things look art-wise. And I was so adamant, that I have to get everything right in the traditional drawing and not fix anything later on on photoshop because then it would be cheating. And thus, I was never able to move on or finish this properly the way I liked it (idiot).

BUT! It was a good practise to just draw and test things on paper and gain confidense on drawing things in overall (as I was still getting back into art). To get over the fear of blank paper you know, and try to find my style whatever it would start to form into.

Oh, yeah, Desk Flint.

Desk Flint was a thing for a while (still is, lol). Another drawing from that time is this Slingshot Pirate (2016). And Desk Flint keeps repeating in many later works too. The point is mainly “Flint sitting behind his desk and people interrupt him and I don’t have to draw him fully”

Well, anyway... moving on.

Here’s a plan that has been stuck for years. It’s name is “Squint-squint.” Left is the sketch (with another sketch underneath because the expressions were clearer in the old one). On the right is the continued piece with colour scheme but I cropped the eyes panel and faces out (it was so ugly for some reason) but if I ever continue/finish this, it will be redrawn there in the middle.)

Left. “On that moment their eyes were literally open(ed).”

Right. “After squinting on the shore for days, they had actually forgotten how pretty the other idiot’s eyes were.”

I still like it, quite a lot, but my perfectionist ass only sees too much “boring” things to draw and get right, so it hasn’t been a priority for a long time and other works have kept me occupied and more interested in them.

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“Quiet Moment.” 2018 (a wordless comic happening after the events of Charles Town)

I’m going to explain after these pictures, but see how big the difference is when you start to look at references and plan things together (the space, “camera” movement, background etc). I also started to colour with coarser brushes:

I drew this around early 2018. A lot of improvement! Still quite a lot of negative space (empty white backgrounds), but it fits this work. A few things tell where we are (the ship’s cabin and the balcony). Changing distances and how things are cropped/framed make things more moving and focused (and less to draw, lol). Colours and brush strokes are softer, more layered and so on.

But guess why it’s still a wip!

I couldn’t decide what bird is flying over there.

Yeap! At first it was an albatross (doesn’t go to Bahamas?). Then a seagull (but which seagull? there’s so many subspecies! Is the ship at sea or at the harbour? what birds are there on the open water/ close to the shore?? oh noo...) So, yeah, wayyyy too much over-thinking.

At some point I ended up with white-tailed-tropic-bird which was a plus! because it sounds like the bosun’s whistle, but at that point I was so tangled and frustrated and still had so much to finish with this that I left it be. Also Flint’s face looks different in every frame so I would’ve had to change some parts, lol. And then I forgot it for a couple of years! And then I had learned to draw a bit differently and again saw too much things to do, so it’s quite hard to take on this again, especially when there are so many other interesting wips waiting...

But I still really like the feeling of it! And the colour scheme. So I might just limit the things I’m allowed to fix and then post it as it own someday. I mean, it’s 90% finished, but the last reach just feels like miles.

And that’s what usually happens with my wips. They reach a certain point and it suddenly becomes really hard to finish or get back into.

But every time I learn things and then use the information in another work! :D

Final note for this post (altough this has been said hundreds of times): use references and look how things go and try to see the structure and form beneath things. And think where it is happening and how the light and surroundings affects the characters and/or spaces. And maybe think what you’re trying to convey with the art, what idea? what emotions? what purpose? or like, what are you trying to learn with the piece? and so on...

Thanks for checking this out, I hope you had fun <3

[fandom-queenliness]

Day 13: Revelations

Yes, I am *checks calendar* 5 months late, but guess what, time is meaningless now! So hush!  @felinettenovember

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Félix had been avoiding her.

For three days.

Every time he saw Marinette, he looked in the other direction. Buried his nose in a book if she waved at him. Hurried away if she approached him. Once in class, she had been walking up the stairs to ask to partner with him, and he had literally jumped out of his seat and asked Max.

And Marinette was very, very pissed.

Okay, fine! He didn’t want to work with her, that was cool! Fine, he didn’t want to hang out, Félix wasn’t a social creature. But running away from her? Ignoring her messages?

Oh yeah, she was NOT happy.

So that was why she had waited after school until he had finished in the library, and then pounced upon him once he had left.

Félix gripped his chest, looking like she has thrown him rather than grabbed his arm. “Marinette! Jesus Christ—"

“Why are you avoiding me?” She asked stoutly.

“What?” Félix froze up and looked away, those silver eyes flashing. “I am doing no such thing.”

“Cut the bullshit. You came around a corner, saw me, and walked in the opposite direction.”

He shrugged, still not looking at her. “I realised I had somewhere else to be.”

“It was first period. Class started in two minutes.”

Félix started to retreat, his shoulders pulling him tensely. “Marinette, please, I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she demanded, taking a step closer to him. “Talk to me? Answer my texts? Look me in the eyes?”

“Marinette I—”

She grabbed his hand, squeezing it. “Please Félix just tell me what’s wrong—”

He shook his head, tearing away his hand. “I can’t, you need to leave me alone.”

The words stung, but she shoved away the hurt. “Fine, but I need you to tell me why!”

“I can’t, please understand this,” he pleaded.

“How can I? You’ve been ignoring me and it hurts Félix—”

“I’m sorry, but I need to handle this on my own.”

“What do you need to handle? Let me help—”

“You can’t help, Marinette!”

She gripped his hand again, pleading as well now. “Why? Give me one good reason!”

Félix reeled back, looking frazzled and upset. “I need to go home—”

“Stop walking away from me! Just tell me what’s wrong!”

“You can’t help, Marinette! Just leave me alone!”

“Why, just tell me why, and I will.”

“I can’t do that, I told you—”

“No you haven’t! You haven’t told me anything!”

“If you just trusted me—”

“You won’t tell me anything—”

“For good reason!”

“Like what?”

“I—"

“Please, I’m worried. Did something happen—”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“Of course it matters! You’re acting so strangely—”

“Just leave me be!”

“I will, when you—”

“For the last time, I can’t—”

“Stop avoiding the question—”

“You are so stubborn—”

“And you’re so annoying—”

“Go away Marinette—”

“I’m not leaving until you answer—”

“I can’t, you oblivious idiot—"

“Just tell me Félix!”

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

The world stopped.

For one moment, it stopped, and she didn't breathe.

Then Félix took a step back, and the world restarted.

Marinette couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could do was stare up at him, trying to understand his words, their meaning. Félix stared back, pale hair a mess, silver eyes wide, cheeks flushed as he gripped the strap of his bag.

Behind him, she saw a stormy grey sky. Thunder clapped. Neither moved.

It’s going to rain, she realised. Then, holy shit Félix loves me.

Something was blooming in her chest. Warm and golden, unfurling like a flame. Marinette couldn’t name it, exactly, but it felt like… happiness. Relief. And something else, something deep and yearning that she hadn’t wanted to think about until now. Something that snuck up on her whenever Félix smiled. Whenever Félix rambled about a book. Growing in secret until he said those words. Until she felt safe enough to realise what she felt.

Félix, her heart sung, Félix, Félix, Félix. He must have been avoiding me because he had just realised. He must have been nervous. He must have been scared of changing our friendship.

It started to rain, but they were safe under the awning of the school.

Marinette wanted to grin for joy, to holler out in glee, wanted to tell the whole world what she felt. Her blood was fire and light and stars. But Félix…

He was still staring, horrified. Terrified.

Marinette felt that flame dim at his expression, worry creeping in like frost. Is he okay? Did I push too hard? Oh my gods I literally forced him into confessing I’m—

“Félix?” She asked softly, reaching out to touch him.

He started to stutter, still staring into her eyes like a spooked horse. “I—I don’t—I didn’t want—Didn’t mean—You just kept yelling and I just—I mean I—”

‘I don’t, didn’t mean.’

I don’t love you. I didn’t mean it.

Marinette slumped, realising what he was trying to say. She had surprised him, scared him. What he said didn’t mean anything. It was in the heat of the moment. Something to shut her up. She was wrong. It was a slip of the tongue. A mistake.

Not love.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I’m so sorry.”

She hung her head, tears burning through her eyes.

Gods, she was an idiot. A clueless, stupid idiot. Of course he didn’t love her. She should have realised—but what was there to realise? She had jumped to conclusions. He hadn’t had some big revelation about falling in love with her.

No, she was just a fool, who had realised too late what she felt.

Marinette turned away, hands shaking while she tried to stifle her sobs. She needed to—to leave. Get away. Curl up and cry and maybe punch an akuma. She just couldn’t be here, near him. Not when her heart was falling to pieces at her feet.

Félix sounded pained. “Marinette—”

She paused mid-turn. “It’s fine,” she told him, squeezing her eyes shut, shut against the lightning and the pain. “I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry for pushing. I didn’t realise…”

Marinette looked at him and smiled, tears spilling down her cheeks. Félix was pale, staring at her with wide eyes.

“You don’t feel the same,” she said through her smile. “And it’s fine. I was too pushy, you just said what came to mind.” Laughing bitterly, she scrubbed at her face. “I didn’t even realise… what I felt until you said it. How stupid am I? Too blind to know until now.”

“You…” Félix was blinking, looking stunned.

Marinette closed her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow Félix,” she whispered, turning to walk home.

“Wait!” Félix shouted, and damn her, she turned around, even though she knew this would only hurt, only lead to pain—

“Are you in love with me?” He asked. Lightning flashed in the sky behind him

She swallowed. This was the moment she would ruin everything. “Yes.”

“Then why are you acting like I don’t feel the same?”

Thunder echoed through the air, and Marinette’s felt her breath disappear.

“I thought—you said you—”

“I was stuttering,” Félix reminded her. Oh. “I was nervous about your reaction. I didn’t say anything.”

 Marinette wanted to slap herself for jumping to conclusions. But that means—does he—

“Did you mean it?” She asked, voice quavering in the air between them. “Do you love me?”

Félix nodded, blinking rapidly. “So—uh… we—you lo—I mean—”

Marinette shook her head, smiling as she reached up to cradle his face, threading her fingers through his silky hair.

“I’m an idiot,” she told him. “I thought it was a mistake.”

“You thought my declaration of love was a mistake?” Félix smiled down at her, leaning into her hands.

She laughed lightly. That warmth was back, but this time, she felt it in the space between them. “Like I said, I’m an idiot.”

“And does this idiot want a boyfriend?” His voice shook at the end, but Marinette didn’t care. All she cared about was the way his arms came around her waist, tugging her closer.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him as lightning struck the city, and her world became only pure light, and Félix.

[twentiethcenturymoviesandtv]

Dead Poets Society: Facets of Film

After the script is written, the story worked out, and the characters cast, the only thing left to do in order to make it to theaters is to actually make the film.

Which, as you’ve probably guessed, isn’t as simple as it sounds.

There’s a lot of effort that goes into the process of making a film, taking a story from the written page and turning it into a visual experience: props, costumes, sets, editing, special effects, music, camerawork, and, most importantly, the performances from actors that solidifies characters and makes them seem real to an audience.  Film is a collaborative art form, a project consisting of several different elements that are intended to blend together in order to tell a story in a visual, meaningful way.

It’s hard work, and it certainly explains why it’s called ‘movie magic’.  It is these elements that have the potential to take a film from good to great, from a cult classic to a historical blockbuster.  These elements are the shark from Jaws, the cinematography of Blade Runner, the sets of The Wizard of Oz.

See, although the most important elements of any given story, whether visual or not, are the characters and story, the fact is, the production of a film isn’t detached from the story it’s telling.

Movies are filled with all of these elements for a reason: to tell the story, to accentuate and reveal the plot and characters to the audience in the most efficient way possible.  Although it’s very true that some films do it better than others, the best films use these ‘facets of film’ wisely, conveying information to the viewers in ways that make sense, and keeping up the illusion of reality within the film’s context, making a film more understandable and enjoyable.

The balance can be tricky to achieve.  Underachieving films can end up with shoddy effects, or less-than-stellar performances, or sloppy camerawork, and other films, with the wrong focus, can end up turning their films into more extravaganza than story.  In the end, ‘balance’ is the key word, using these elements to accentuate the film and improve it, without overshadowing the things that are the most important.

All of that brings us to today’s question: Does Dead Poets Society use these tips well, or not?

Let’s take a look, starting with something that can seem kind of simple: cinematography.   (Possible spoilers below!)

A camera is a powerful tool, and nowhere is that more obvious than in movies.  The purpose of such an instrument is to do far more than simply film what’s going on.

The way that an individual director or cinematographer uses a camera, what it’s pointed at and how, can end up giving the audience quite a lot of information without them having to think about it.  Certain shots emphasize danger, or fear, or joy, and convey quite a lot of emotion.  In post-production, editing of shots are what tells the story, and are used to direct the audience’s attention to specific things, ensuring they are focused on the action while setting up the atmosphere, leaving a vivid visual impression on the viewer.

And in the case of Dead Poets Society, it’s all about atmosphere.

Cinematographer John Seale is well-known for films like Rain Man and Witness, and would go onto doing films such as Mad Max: Fury Road and The English Patient, and his work on Dead Poets Society is evidence of a man who knows his way around a camera.  Seale’s work as a cinematographer is subdued, designed to enhance the story, rather than overshadow it.  Many shots are of the outdoors of Welton, showing the seasons of change and giving some beautifully artistic shots for the audience to enjoy as well as demonstrating the passage of time.  But although Seale shoots the outside very well, he shoots the story even better.

Some scenes stick out in people’s memory: the iconic close-up on Todd’s shoe as it hits the desk as he stands up on it at the end, or the shot looking down at Mr. Keating, literally showing another perspective, or the interesting shot that follows Neil and Todd chasing each other around their dorm room in a tight spin, and, a personal favorite, the scene of Mr. Keating in the empty classroom after Neil’s suicide, and they all do this for a reason: they are shot with extreme care for the human experience.  The halls of Welton are shot with cold wide shots, emphasizing their stately nature, and how much bigger it is than the people that live there.  The focused opening shots on the banners instantly instill the impression of the values of the school.  The tight shots of the Dead Poets within the cave informing about the boys’ close relationship.  The empty camerawork framing Neil’s suicide deliberately builds up dread in the audience as we see his actions.

All of these are excellent examples of Seale’s eye for storytelling with a camera, but none are quite so well-done as the scene where the boys tell Todd about Neil’s suicide.

The scene opens with a close-up on Charlie’s face, not Todd, even though Todd is the one being told.  Afterwards, the scene immediately cuts to the boys outside in the snow, where Todd runs ahead before collapsing.  The camera closes in on the boys comforting him, before Todd gets up and runs off into a wide shot of whiteness, the oncoming snow.

It’s a cold shot, one that emphasizes the grimness of the emotion, and the stillness allows us to absorb Todd’s internal turmoil.  And it gets the point across.

Throughout the film, the camerawork is used to frame great visuals, even though it seems like there aren’t too many ‘distinctive’ images from the film.

The boys all dress in a school uniform: there’s not much in costuming or the way people look to differentiate them, but that’s partially the point.  The conformity of Welton bleeds into everyone, and there’s no ‘differentiations’, no individuality, that’s external.  It’s up to the boys internally to change.

The visuals can only get you so far, though.  Also helpful for a film’s attempt at communication is music.

Dead Poets Society actually doesn’t have a whole lot of music.  It’s overall a quiet film, mostly reliant on performances and camerawork to get the emotion across to the audience, but that doesn’t mean there’s no score at all.

Composer Maurice Jarre (Best known for composing for Lawrence of Arabia, Ghost, Witness, and Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome)’s score is best utilized when it isn’t the main focus of the scene: the eerie sound of the boys sneaking into the cave for the first time, seeming almost magical or mystical as they disappear into the forest.  During montage scenes of activities at Welton, a touch of the rock-and-roll sound of the 1950s can be heard.  However, the score truly shines the best when its at its saddest: Neil’s suicide.

During Neil’s decision to kill himself, the music is quiet, not heavy, but definitely not light-hearted, either.  It’s a devastating sound, somber, and keeps the audience knowing that something bad is about to happen.

All of these are great examples, but there’s no better example of emotional scoring than the ending.

As we’ve discussed before, the end of Dead Poets Society is very uncertain.  There’s no real ‘happy’ ending, but it’s not exactly sad either, and part of that is in thanks to the way it’s scored.

When Todd leads members of his class to stand on his desk, the bagpipes start in, a victorious sound that harkens back to the beginning of the film.  It’s an intensely emotional piece that doesn’t distract from the momentous amount of emotion on the screen, and it proves that, all along, whether you’re listening to the music or not, it’s always there, falling and rising to help the audience know how to feel, when they aren’t sure for themselves.

Individually, the music and the cinematography are amazing in and of themselves, but together, they blend exceptionally well in two ways: visually capturing the sets, and emotionally capturing the performances.

We’ll start with the sets.

Welton is an appropriately foreboding place, full of huge hallways.  It looks old, old and rigid, because it is.  It’s a stifling place, full of tradition, literally and figuratively.  From the banners to the photos of famous alumni, Welton is a school concerned with how things have always been.  Every building in this film feels old and grand (with the exception of Chris’s high school), from Welton to the theater, and as a result, the lively antics of Mr. Keating and his class feel all the more transgressively energetic.

Contrastingly, the outdoor scenes are open, spacious and beautiful.  Even the cramped shots of the cave are more free than the more roomy halls of Welton, because of the change of atmosphere.  These scenes, notably the ones where Mr. Keating teaches his class outside, are full of life and movement, a noticeable difference from the darker indoors.

But the energy present in these sets is nothing without the energy from the actors.  Let’s talk about the most important part: the performances.

No matter how fantastic your sets, music, and cinematography is, they are meaningless trimming if the actors can’t pull off their characters.  When it comes right down to it, it’s on the shoulders of the actors to sell their characters’ personalities and emotions.  In the realm of film, a character is typically unremovable from the performance by a singular actor.  Dead Poets Society pulls this off with remarkable tact.

Most obvious is Robin Williams as John Keating.

Despite the fact that Williams was best known for his comedic talents, he is suitably sober and genuine as an English professor: bubbling over with passion and a desire to help these boys learn about the power of words.  He is exciting, drawing the audience in as much as the boys, putting out considerable charm as well as incredible enthusiasm and personal care for his students.  He cares considerably about these boys, and tries to take care of them, giving out advice and attempting to lead them onto the right path.  Occasionally, the typical Williams comedy shines through, but not in a way that feels unnatural for the character, and at the end, when he breaks down over Neil’s death, it is believable and genuinely causes pain to an audience who sympathizes with a teacher who feels responsible for losing a student.  At the end, it is his expression of hope that the film begins to close on, an emotional beat that Williams’ performance brings home to end the film in a satisfactory manner.

Ethan Hawke as Todd Anderson is subtly subdued, demonstrating not a lack of emotion, but a quiet depth to it that comes across very well.  We believe his transformation into a stronger person who is willing to take a stand, and his connection and grief over losing his best friend, and his nervousness overcome, revealing a poet inside.

Robert Sean Leonard as Neil Perry is also believable, performing a jarring switch between the confident leader and the obedient, dutiful son, portraying Neil’s restlessness and discontent with his situation very well.  He is charming and charismatic, but in the end, a tragic figure, with his decision to end his own life played with genuinely chilling calm and resolve.  We as an audience believe his passion for acting, and we understand why the other boys follow him, and we feel his absence from the rest of the film once he dies.

The other boys are acted very well also: Josh Charles as Knox Overstreet is appropriately dramatic and dedicated.  Gale Hansen as Charlie Dalton is mischievous, outspoken and confident.  Allelon Ruggiero as Steven Meeks and James Waterston as Gerald Pitts work well as a team, filling out the rest of the boys, and Dylan Kussman as Richard Cameron is appropriately reluctant, making his treachery to the rest of the boys very natural and believable.

Even the other adults are done very well.  Kurtwood Smith as Mr. Perry is unyielding, misunderstanding, but not completely heartless, genuinely broken by his son’s death, but unwilling to accept responsibility for it.  Norman Lloyd as Mr. Nolan is the film’s true antagonist, as hard and strict as the school rules that he enforces, but again, he thinks he is acting in the students’ best interests.  

Each performance in Dead Poets Society contains enough nuance that no character is truly black or white.  Every character in this film fills out their part, whether big or small, each putting forth genuine, passionate performances.  It’s a heartfelt film, demonstrated in every aspect from cinematography to the presentation of each character, perfectly portrayed by every ‘storytelling device’ used in the film, not too much nor too little, but perfectly balanced.  Every element comes together to tell an emotional and compelling narrative, assisted by the work done by the  production team.  As a result, the film feels like it is trying to be real, if not necessarily a realistic film.  Dead Poets Society is grounded in emotion and people that we can believe in, that we want to believe in, and remains moving and consistent, ending with satisfaction, if not outright happiness, and leaving the audience to think about the story they’ve just been told.

Thank you guys so much for reading!  Join us next time where we’re going to be discussing the behind-the-scenes story of Dead Poets Society in ‘Facets of Filmmaking’.  I hope to see you there!

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The Crossover conundrum

Or the DOOM x EFTS crossover nobody but I was interested in

Alternative title: Someone builds a dimensional hole puncher and the first one thru is Doomguy

I'll edit when I have enough brainpower to make words do the pretty thing. Bonapitete. Enjoy. Here's my disaster. adios

The day started like any other, though Calle didn’t know whether to call it day, night, dawn or dusk, or everything and anything in between considering she was floating around in a giant warship in some sector of the galaxy that she had no possible way to pronounce. She took pride in knowing that she was the furthest human away from Earth. No, that was a lie. Last she had checked, Jade was on the other side of the ship. But still, the sentiment was valid.

A rough blow to her shin spurred the young woman out of her stupor. She whipped towards the culprit, who was buried half under a giant ring, deep in the guts of the mechanism. Calle didn’t know what it was and didn’t want to.

Jemma pushed herself out from the behemoth, signing for a helping hand before clambering back under, pale face stained with dirt and mousy hair slick from sweat.

Calle reached towards the nearby mess of supply’s, handing Jemma exactly what she had asked for.

Which meant that moments later, she had front row seats to watch as the girl channelled her inner high schooler and rocket out from under the ring, tossing the literal hand with all the strength and speed of a professional pitcher.

And then she came for Calle, going straight for the talkers ankles as she ran, laughing and crying in mad glee.

Almost lost in the cacophony of joy, the machine beeped loudly, once, twice, three times.

Then it screamed.

Bathing the room in a violent red glow, it sprung to life, gears and cogs churning as it wailed, beeping and flashing in a wild symphony of horror.

The two girls sprung to action, Calle slamming the button to the intercom, screaming over the chaos as Jemma lunged towards the beast, twisting knobs and levers in a mad attempt to silence it. Time seemed to drag on ph so slowly as the two battled against the towering ring, desperate to quell it before the ship tore in half from its quakes.

They almost missed the door shuddering open like a camera, an influx of children and aliens pouring into the room and into action.

Jade was still in her flight suit, and Calle briefly realised that she would have to apologise again. The self-proclaimed pilot never got to fly.

Ian raced to help Jemma with the controls alongside Rochelle and Hunter, the towering aliens orange complexion drowned out by the violent red.

The only one who seemed to sink deeper into the glow was Max, who, alongside Hayley and Bayley and Adam, took up defensive positions around the machine, guns drawn and ready for anything that emerged.

The rest, Calle, Jade, Eviee and Maeve rushed to tear into the machine but were forced back by another shudder.

Which meant that the whole of the Lazarus’ VIP crew had first-class access to the portal swirling with a sickening green, and a metal giant emerging.

Towering and frightening, the human emerged from the portal, shotgun at the ready and so impossibly imposing.

Clad in green armour, the man was a sight.

And then he charged. Far too fast for anything human, he barrelled past Jade, past Ian and Adam. Straight for the triplets standing guard.

Calle cried out a warning, unable to help as the siblings leapt aside, followed closely by the man.

And then, almost in slow motion, the door opened again, revealing the tiny shape of Emily, bathed in light. She stood with her bear clutched tight, eyes wide and searching. “Teddy?”

And the man froze, turning to the six-year-old in shock.

Taking the moment of opportunity, Max lunged, all 11feet and 4inches of alien crashing into the man like a freight train.

But the man was quicker, spinning out of the Rashikk’s way. But he didn’t account for the aliens head-tail.

Quick as a whip, the length shot forward, desperately trying to wrap around his armoured neck, but with little luck. And so Max lunged again, dodging the arm blade and pulling the man to the floor with a strength that anyone who had seen a Rashikk fight, would know was a mere fraction of their might.

And anyone who knew Max, also knew that he was just waiting for an opportunity to unleash hell.

And that presented itself in the armoured man on the floor, who, with startling strength, pushed the alien off and lunged for his Shotgun, the weapon having been knocked aside in the calamity.

But Adam was faster, nimble and quick, he scrabbled for the gun, tossing his rifle to Calle who easily slid into his place, gun aimed at the man and finger on the trigger. Adam slid under the man's arm, gun in hand as the warship lurched.

The armoured man slid, unaccustomed to Vivaane’s piloting, or the alarming nimbleness of the Lazarus, and Max took the opportunity to force the man's helmet off and knocking him out in the process.

Hours later, after the crews buzzing had died down, Captain Kalishnamara strode was not the medical wing, intent on finding out what the incident was this time.

But nothing could prepare her for what she saw when the doors opened.

Eight humans flitted around the room, Emily was perched on Max’s bed, bear in her lap as she laughed at her adopted father's antics. Eviee and Jemma, ever the scientists, were drilling into the half armoured man confined to the room, a dark robot at his side, translating. Jade, Rochelle and Ian were watching, transfixed as the Rashikk triplets tried and failed to beat Adams score for the fastest time to take apart and re-assemble a gun.

And then there was the Askiir, Maeve, the one she trusted the least, who was hovering nervously around Eviee. She had nothing against him personally, but when one gas the ability to manipulate emotions, there will always be a slight distrust, at least in her experience, Eviee seemed fine with the lanky bug.

Jade was the first to notice Kalishnamara and snapped to attention seconds before everyone else, bare the two newcomers, and Emily who was using the wrong hand, but no one held that against her, and if they did, the Lazarus fleet was always ready for a hunt.

“At ease. Alright, I’ll keep it simple. Someone’s already given me the incident report and I’ll get around to it when I have the patience”, Eviee made quick work of translating the Rashikk’s odd symphony of clicks and whistles that made up their spoken language. “All I want to know is if there is a body count”

“Not today”, Bayley answered cheekily, earning a laugh from those in the room that could understand, and leaving the last two to Waugh’s for Eviee translation.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way a little longer”, finally moving from the doorway, she stalked towards the newest members of her VIP crew, noting something peculiar in the way they communicated.

Leaning down as not to be overheard, she motioned to Jemma. “You both speak in the language of hands, yet you cannot understand each other without translations. Why is this?”. Though she was still not fluent in Jemma’s hand language, she understood enough of the basics to cobble together a sentence.

‘Different hand language. Different Home’

“I see. Thank you”. The captain rose to her full height, and the man glared, unknowingly annoyed at feeling oddly small not once, nor twice, but three times since coming through the portal. Was this what everyone else felt when he walked past?

Eviee dutifully translated the aliens oddly melodic language, a strange sound to come from creatures so adept at war.

“On behalf of the Crew and Residents, I welcome you aboard the Lazarus” the robot thanked her, introducing himself and the man. Flynn and Vega. Odd names, but who was she to judge. “I am Captain and Fleet Commander Kalishnamara. But you may call me Lisa. It is a nickname, as I am told.

“You will be regarded as VIP guests while aboard, much like everyone in this room. Please, referring from breaking any of my men why we try to get you home. Now, any questions?”

“Just one actually”, Vega spoke up, “how can you understand them?”

It took Lisa an embarrassingly long time to realise that the robot had been talking to Eviee, who was desperately hiding her laughter from the confused Captain. But still, she managed to pull her source up and reveal the thick golden band around her bicep. “Universal translator. It hurt like hell but is incredibly useful. The downside, both speaking parties have to have one to be able to communicate.”

Flynn turned to look towards Emily, who was squealing as Max and Rochelle bickered.

“What’s the diagnosis doc?”

“You want my diagnosis? Your gonna fuckin die!”

“Don’t worry about her”, Eviee waved off the giants concern. “She doesn’t have one. We’re working on an alternative”

At that same moment, Lisa turned towards Max. “I was told that no major injuries were sustained. Why are you in Ned at?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The beds are just comfortable”

Lisa sighed as she left the room, muttering about needing a drink. Followed by Jade, Calle, Ian and Adam, the rest of the Chaos club, two aliens, a robot and a confused mountain of a man and a six-year-old and her stuffed bear.

The day ended like any other, in that the Days without Incident board was wiped clean, five new reports were written up, and the crew was abuzz. The only new thing being that the armoury was now locked, indefinitely.

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I GOT SO MUCH TO SAYYY!! gosh pls dont find me weird okay, and these are just my personal opinions and im not hating any groups!! but my unpopular opinion is: i think kpop has become very toxic after bts and bp got famous in America. And tbh if you ask me, i wouldnt want any other kpop groups to be famous in America... i only stan exo but i think i speak for all groups when i say they are safe as they are now... of course if exo ever get even more famous i will be happy and proud for their success. But look how fame and America has changed bts and bp... not tryna hate but look theyve changed, idk if anyone else noticed but after fame hits bts, i realised how theyve start to become very...white?? like they are so westernised and like example, they start focusing on America only, they even curse (not a lot but i’d still point out) casually like for example, jungkook singing a curse word in his cover song for jason derulo savage love i think (speaking of cursing, after nct127 got famous in usa mark started getting influenced by them too and he casually cursed like “oh fuck” and everyones like 😃😆) even i curse and im not saying cursing is BADD but yeah i am, and how they sing a whole song in english, not to even mention how toxic america is but in grammys they have sold tons of albums yet they didnt win anything but when they release an english song, they won.

Some half of them americans are very toxic, racist, and just theyre basically acid, like bruh, its evident that once bts got famous there are soooo much hate thrown towards bts too cuz theyre asians, or how some would say theyre gay or look like girls...if my favs (exo) ever get these kinds of treatments (not that they dint but veryy little cuz thank god they ain exposed to the western culture) i will B R E A K, i could never handle that so i would never want that to happen to them. Also noticed how, after bts got famous, most armys are equally as toxic, whether they are just stanning bts just cuz theyre famous there, or like how their fans dont even know anything abt bts and coming after so many groups and their fans. Most of them are fake and i think its cuz of the fame for bts lmao. One thing i’d like to say too tho, is how they are so overrated and their songs are played all the damn time, people would randomly talk abt them, like everywhere you go THEY ARE JUST THERE, like in my opinion if i am an army, i would just feel like they are so common and theres nothing special about them anymore and theres no excitement, like what even is the point anymore. idk if anyone gets me but thats just how i feel about my favs being “wOrLdWiDe fAmOuS”, i will love them and their music but its just something i think about tbh🤷🏻‍♀️ like let me listen to them on my own and vibe and love them, dont play it 24/7 just cuz they are famous and ure tryna get people’s attention, like imagine ure in the subway and u hear ur favs song cuz its EVERYWHERE and ure there like 😐😐 not that u dont love their music but its cuz horrible people dont deserves to listen to their songs, and like people arent going to appreciate them anyway so yeah i feel uncomfortable listening to my favs as others dont even bother, like imagine if that subway is filled with people who are in ur fandom, yall would just hv the best time in the world and VIBE, if not what even is the point. Idk if im explaining it properly, but its badically like, u feeling UNCOMFORTABLE or should i even say SELFISH cuz u do not want to be sharing ur favs with people who dont even deserve to KNOW about them. Basically like seeing how someone you HATE or bullied you back then talking and being all friendly fake with ur BESTEST FRIEND or even boyfriend/girlfriend, cuz u just want to protect them from EVIL (im so dramatic)

And well lastly, no Bts did not paved the way, or “bts is the best and only group” like no, so many amazing artists were breaking records way before bts was even a thing (no hate to bts) but they really need to get slap for having that mindset, they really make a bad image for bts...tbh kpop before was so peaceful (a little toxic but still, compared to now...BYE) and everything was just about idols and fans love, listening and supporting and loving their music and just so comforting... urgh anyway thats all i wanna say and here are some texts i saved relating to kpop groups going famous worldwide uwu

these are also examples, and honestly speaking here, i dont want to be specific as in “exo” cuz i think this happens for ALL the groups out there and the love and relationship between the idols and their fans (family) are just beautiful, but for bts and armys... tbh i feel bad because i just dont see or feel any love they hv for each other (sure we see bts saying i love you armys or armys supporting bts but with all the toxicity in their way, theres just no spark or chemistry or bond no more it’s basically like one direction and their fans and thats all they are, celebrity-fan, but for kpop its family), i can see other groups and their fans interacting or how idols would light up talking abt their fans, but for bts, theres just soooo much mess going on in their fandom its not special anymore, they lost the deep meaning of their group love and IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but YEAH DJSHSKSJ OH and to add somethign else, they got famous in America, look at all the collabs🤡🤡 blackpink with cardi b, bts with nicki etc... not that collabs arent fun... im just saying these american artists... they dont exactly have a good reputation (americans singing about sex (not the good kind), money, girls and drugs) 🥴🥴 dont influenced my faves and let them be exposed to the toxic culture YALL GET ME?? KPOP HAS THE LETTER K FOR A REASON😭😭😭 let them be their own shining star, not everything has to be involved or a part of aMeRiCa to be amazing.... PHEW IVE SAID IT NOW BEFORE ANYONE GETS MAD AT ME, I DONT MEAN TO SOUND RUDE TO YOU, if youre an american and youre no where near being toxic, I LOVE YOU but im just saying, the western culture is toxic and im just saying what ive been observing and noticing🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ ps: i still love exo till the max and everything about them is perfect and theyre just amazing people (everything i said that bts and armys dont really have anymore, i think thankfully, EXO (sorry im biased) most fandoms still have so much of the L O V E there and i find that extraordinary) and he fandom is so comforting and amazing and idk dkdjjdjss thats why i dont want them getting famous worldwide...sorry exols ANYWAY THATS ALL FOR MY RANT ITS 4AM AND I AM THINKING OF DELETING THIS💀💀💀 anywya sorry for taking up so much space but i just wanna say I FREKAING LOVE NO EXIT, NO LIMITS, basically all ur exo fics cuz why not🥺🥺 i think ur writing skills are amazing as well as the plots and all especially forsaken, and THANK YOU for two bbhxoc fics😭😭😭 i cant!!! also if u reached here idk i-🥲 i hope u didnt get mad or offended 👀

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Kpop has become extremely toxic with the growth of international fans and the rise of 3rd/4th gen. I wasn't around to experience the previous generations, but I know damn well they weren't a mess like these newer ones are.

Gaining fame in America does seem to change idols, and idk why. The group members change and the music changes also. While I do enjoy hearing idols swear (guilty pleasure) and I am an American so I get to enjoy their English songs, I can see how it makes all the other cultures/countries feel some type of way.

I will say this, though, the Grammys are shit and I dont get why people care so much about them. They've proven time and time again the awards don't go to the best artists. However, this doesn't mean that I think BTS deserved a Grammy imo.

Americans are a very toxic and hate filled bunch (again, I am one, so I get to see this shit every day). I 100% know that some of the hate directed towards Asians is because of racism (as seen by the insane uptick in crime against Asian Americans right now) and because some see kpop male idols as too feminine.

BTS is literally everywhere, which is one of the reasons I stopped listening to them tbh. They'd be in commercials, on talk shows, late night shows, in magazines, on the radio, just everywhere. It took the joy out of watching anything from them just because they were always in my face, so I can see what you mean.

I feel like the relationship between BTS and army has changed (from an outsiders perspective). Its no longer about loving and supporting your group and being happy for them. Now, its "so-so wants this? We MUST do everything in our power and spam every possible thing ever so they get what they want". Its almost frightening. They also no longer care about the quality of the music being put out. Doesn't matter what it is, they stream the ever loving shit out of it and make it break records when, honestly, it doesn't deserve to (again imo).

Lastly, I didnt get mad or offended haha. I understand a lot of these viewpoints, and thank you so much for liking my work!! I do wonder what would happen if I made a true BBH centric fic and not just spin offs or continuations of previous works where oc ends up with BBH 🤔🤔 I think that fic would have too much power haha.

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nodrian headcanons where they get to live slightly normally/where they get to take a little break from reality and just be "normal"

this was super fun to write! im a little bitter that they never got an actual, honest date in the series, so I decided to take that into my own hands. hope you like it:)

CONTAINS SUPERNOVA SPOILERS

    Change is good. Change is good. Change is good.

    Those three words were on a loop in Nova’s head. She stared at herself in the mirror, torn between liking the clothes on her body and wanting nothing more than to rip them off and put on leggings and a sweatshirt. It was nothing fancy, just a pair of acid washed jeans with a plain white t-shirt. She dressed it up a little bit with a necklace Honey had given her years ago and her father’s bracelet. The biggest issue was the bandana in her hair; Ruby had convinced her to buy it a few weeks ago because Nova liked the pattern. It was a simple light blue silky fabric with tiny pink flowers here and there. It was pretty, that was all. But Nova had seen how other girls had started wearing bandanas as hair accessories, and she kind of liked that, so she was now debating whether or not to keep the one she had bought tied in her hair. 

    She was going out on a date with Adrian for the first time since the Supernova and since they decided to break up to give one another time and figure things out. A couple weeks ago, he had  casually mentioned that he was ready whenever she was, but he would wait for her. That had terrified her, honestly, and it wasn’t until a few days ago that she sent him a text telling him that she was ready, too. 

    Her therapist, a nice older lady named Liza, suggested the other day Nova do something to step outside of her comfort zone, like wearing something she normally wouldn’t wear. Change could be a good thing. She didn’t have to step too far out, but maybe baby steps at first. Like instead of wearing leggings, wear a pair of jeans. Or put on a small piece of jewelry. Or wear a color a shade lighter than normal. 

    There was a knock at her apartment door. Nova cursed and looked at herself once more in the mirror. She bit her bottom lip, hoping that maybe that would bring some color back into it. She sprayed herself with perfume and then left her room, grabbing her bag on the way out. 

    Adrian smiled at her when she opened the door, eyes widening as he looked her up and down. A blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

There was a short pause, borderline awkward, before he said, “You look nice,” then held out an arm. “Ready to go? There’s this new restaurant in the historic downtown that I think you’d love.”

    Feeling a rush of boldness, Nova grabbed his hand instead, lacing their fingers together. His smile brightened, and he squeezed her hand. “Ready.” 

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    Nova had only been to the old downtown a few times in her life. It used to be pretty rundown and sketchy, but in recent years, there had been a revival in the area. Now there were little coffee shops, antique stores, pubs, boutiques, and more spread out over one main and four side streets. The streets had been redone as well, paved with brick like how they used to be back in the day. The only modes of transportation allowed were by foot or by cheesy horse-drawn carriages. The area was like a little bubble away from the rest of the city. And it was stunning in the evening, as everything was lit up. 

    Dinner had been wonderful. Adrian took her to a burger place designed like an old-timey diner; there was even a jukebox that played music from another era. They had talked and laughed as they always did, as if nothing had really changed. After all, Adrian was still Nova’s best friend, and they had always kind of known that they would get back together one day, so nothing was awkward. The only thing that was different now than it had been in recent months was that Adrian sat beside her in their booth and held her hand, absentmindedly tracing her fingers. He even got bold enough to reach a hand down beneath the table to rest on her knee at one point while they ate. Nova never once protested at his affections. 

    Now they were strolling down the sidewalk, sharing an ice cream in a cup with two spoons. Adrian’s jacket was still resting on her shoulders from when she got cold in the restaurant. 

    “I’ve been talking with the people in weapons,” Nova said, licking her thumb as a little bit of ice cream dribbled down onto it. “They’re really interested in some of my designs, how they’re better for every day crime instead of targeting prodigies-”

    “No Renegade talk,” Adrian said sternly, although there was humor in his eyes. He nudged her lightly. “Remember what we agreed on?” Right. They had agreed to not bring up the Renegades or the Council or the government or anything like that. They would have a normal date as normal teenagers and not as superheroes who were known worldwide. 

    Nova rolled her eyes and pushed him back. “Fine, bossy. What do you want to talk about?”

    Adrian didn’t answer for a minute, although Nova could feel his intense gaze on her. “Your birthday’s coming up, right? May…?”

    “27th.” Nova nodded. “But it’s March, Adrian.”

    “It’s still coming up.” He shook his head with a slight laugh. “Are you going to do anything?”

    She shrugged. “I don’t think so. Maybe go out to eat with the team, or Ruby might force me out of my apartment to do something.” With a tiny glance in his direction, she added, “Maybe have a date with my boyfriend.”

    He stopped in his tracks, and they had to move to the edge of the sidewalk as to not block the pathway. He looked down at her, joy clearly written in his features that he was trying so hard to school. Nova bit her lip to hide her grin, although it wasn’t working too well. 

    “Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend, Nova Artino?” She could’ve sworn he puffed his chest out a bit, maybe even raised his chin a bit higher. 

    “Not anymore.” She snorted and pushed him away. Noticing that their ice cream was gone, she grabbed it out of his hands and threw it out in the trash can beside her. Then, she turned to leave him, jokingly of course. As expected, he pulled her back to him, arms encircling her waist. Her laughter died in her throat, but her smile remained. 

    “Yes,” she answered honestly this time. “Let’s make it official.”

    “Are you ready for that?” The look he gave her was so sweet, so sincere. It only made Nova love him more. “It won’t be easy, at least with the public knowing about us. And I don’t want to rush you if you need more time.”

    Nova shook her head firmly. She had noticed all night the looks people gave her, the confusion and elation and anger from all different kinds of faces at the sight of her with Adrian Everhart. Some probably still thought she hated the Renegades. Some saw hope at an Artino and an Everhart coming together out of love. Some were upset that a former villain should be allowed a chance at redemption and happiness. But she had been given those looks for months whenever she was in public with one of her friends, especially Adrian. She still wasn’t used to it, maybe she never would get used to it, but it had gotten easier. 

    “I want you, Adrian Everhart.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “All of you. And if that includes nosy people,” she shrugged, “then so be it. I won’t love you any differently.”

His hold on her waist tightened. He reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then let it rest on the back of her neck as he leaned down. Nova met him halfway, heart fluttering when he murmured so softly, just loud enough for her ears alone, “I’m so in love with you, Artino.” 

The kiss was short and sweet, nothing more than a few gentle pecks. It had been a while since they had kissed, and Nova had to restrain herself from jumping in his arms and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. She knew, however, that they couldn’t. For one, they were in public. And two, there was probably a reporter hiding somewhere, camera at the ready. Nova wouldn’t be surprised if she found photos of her date with Adrian the next day, with their kiss blown up for the world to see. 

But she didn’t care. Not in that moment. 

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Adrian drove her home. 

They sat in his car for a while, just talking. It was more private here. Nova allowed herself to be a bit more open with him, playing with his fingers as he recounted what Max had done the other day that got him grounded for a week. 

“But my dads can barely keep the grounding serious.” Adrian shook his head in amusement. “Especially Hugh. They seem to ‘forget’ that Max is in trouble when he’s watching TV.”

Nova rolled her eyes. “I’m just glad to hear he’s adjusting okay, and that he’s not always a wise old man. It’s good for him to get in trouble.” 

“I know.” Adrian chuckled. “But that still doesn’t mean I won’t preach the injustice with all the times I was grounded for doing the littlest of things.” 

“You’re not exactly innocent, Mr. Everhart.” Nova narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ve had a few secrets up your sleeve. Literally.” 

She tried to maintain her neutral expression as Adrian shifted his body a bit closer. “Oh, we’re going to play that game, huh?” 

“I’m just saying,” she started, smile creeping onto her lips, but her defense was soon forgotten when he placed a hand on her cheek. Instinctively, she leaned into his touch. “But none of that matters anymore, right? No more secrets.”

Adrian’s lips quirked up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to them. “No more secrets,” he repeated softly. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Skies, I’ve missed you, Nova.” He pulled back a bit to face her. “I know we agreed that breaking up was for the best, and being just friends while figuring this shit out helped a ton, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also agonizing to not be able to be with you in that way.”

Nova rested her forehead on his, feeling her neck heat up. “I missed you, too,” she murmured. “But now we have mostly everything figured out.” She paused. “I meant it when I said earlier that I’m ready.”

He kissed her, slow yet not long enough. “You’re so beautiful, Nova.”

Nova beamed against his lips and kissed him back, a bit harder than before. He responded with enthusiasm; the hand on her cheek pulled off her bandana and reached back to dig into her hair. She melted under his touch, becoming completely putty in his arms. It was hard to keep her composure. After all, it had been months since she had been this intimate with someone, as Adrian was her last. 

His lips wandered down to her throat, leaving her trembling. When he was sly enough to gently pull her skin in between his teeth, Nova couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her mouth. As her hand trailed up his back underneath his shirt, she had a brief thought to invite him in to watch a movie or something. It wasn’t too terribly late, and they still had a lot of catching up to do. But then she felt his fingers graze her hip and rest just underneath her bra as he rose back up to kiss her deeply, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be lost in Adrian Everhart. 

However, they were in his car outside her apartment complex. His windows didn’t exactly grant them privacy. Really, it wasn’t the most romantic setting for their activity. 

Sighing against him, she broke the kiss. His eyes blinked open in surprise, chest rising and falling as heavily as hers. He frowned at her.

Before he could start asking questions, Nova brought a hand to push his glasses up. Her fingers may or may not have accidentally brushed his lips when her hand fell to his cheek. She tried to catch her breath even as she spoke.  “How about we go inside where it’s more...appropriate? Watch a movie, maybe?” 

Adrian glanced at their surroundings and nodded. They shared a sheepish smile, then headed inside. 

They weren’t an hour into the movie before they passed out on the couch cuddling, nothing but a tangled mess of blankets and limbs.

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Unexplainable ache  // Arthur x Reader // soft comfort.

Summary: You’re feeling... not so good and you want a hug. Arthur takes your needs one step further and lays down with you in the deliberately darkened bedroom. It’s only early evening, not yet six, but he knows what you need, he knows.

Warnings for insecurities within the narrative (depicted within Y/N’s thoughts) and described feelings of heaviness, crying. This is self indulgent to the max. Because I’m fighting off tears and I desperately want a hug. I just really, really need Arthur, and I know I’m not the only one so I hope that this helps others, too.

Word count: 2, 014.

You came out of the bathroom wringing your sleeves in your hands. There was a sickly lump in your throat and the urge to cry was stronger in this moment than it had been all day. Truly, you had spent much of your time this day right on the edge of something, but right now all you wanted was to let go, to lose control for just one minute. 

You didn’t want to think. You didn’t want to feel. You simply wanted to be.

And the only person you trusted to guide you into such a state, knowing with all that you were that you would be understood, not judged, and accepted was - 

“A-Arthur.”

The man in question had been in the kitchen, but at the sound of your unsure, trembling voice had he come rushing out with the gentle pitter patter of unsocked feet. “Y/N? What is it?”

He was wiping his soapy hands off on a ratty tea towel which had definitely seen better days, and your eyes zoned in on the movements. 

Never mind. What I want can wait, it’s not... not important.

You shook your head, taking a step back as you separated yourself from the situation. Was there a way to get out of this, to brush it off?

You could see from the sharp look in Arthur’s fields of green that there wasn’t. 

“Y/N?” Arthur reached you. With a deft flick of his wrist did the tea towel come to be slung over his shoulder, and then with his still slightly damp hands did he cup your face, his eyes meeting yours fully. Every time  you looked away did Arthur’s eyes chase yours until at last was contact restored. “What is it, angel? Let me help you. Please.”

Oh, help you, Arthur was pleading for you to finish what you had been about to say. He knew you, he knew you, and he knew just from that look in your eyes that whatever you had originally been after had now been discarded under the erroneous motion that it didn’t matter. That you didn’t matter. 

If there was one thing which Arthur couldn’t abide, just one, then it was this familiar train of thought. 

You drew in a shuddery breath and Arthur hummed in sympathy as his hands tightened imperceptibly on your face. “I was going to... ask for a hug but it doesn’t matter. You can finish the dishes first. It’s not - it can wai - “

Arthur impatiently shook his head, his strong dark brows furrowed as he cut your off. “Don’t do that to yourself, Y/N. Don’t say that. It does matter because you matter.” He leaned forward and rested his weathered forehead against your own, his eyes wide open as he looked at you, he just looked, and took you in for all that you were in this moment...

...Shuddery breaths, eyes glazed over with unshed tears, trembling lips and the urge to run, to hide, though whether it was from yourself or your emotions Arthur knew not. He largely suspected that it was a matter of both of these things, so sensitive a soul were you that sometimes did the intensity of your own emotions scare you, so you sought to escape them, to escape yourself, as best as you could. 

You would discover, in time as we all must, that you could never run from yourself, no matter how fast or how far you ran. 

Once more did Arthur suspect that this was a bitter and ugly truth which you had already realised, years before your time, and it only made his heart bleed for  you.

So young, so innocent... so much pain which you couldn’t understand. Not yet. But Arthur saw you, he saw you and the insurmountable depths of your pain, and as the first of many tears which would be shed this night made its way down your face did he say,

“Come on, let me take you bed. You don’t need a hug, you need a cuddle.”

“How do you know?” You choked on your words and Arthur shushed you gently, tipping his head so that he could press a tender kiss to the same spot on your forehead upon which his own had just been rested. His hands slid down your face down, down, the column of your neck, over the curve of your shoulder and lightly did they ghost down your arms, making you shiver in delight as his fingers slid between the spaces of your own.

He squeezed and within that one gesture, small such as it was, was a multitude of messages: It’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. I know you and I know what you need. I love you.

“Because I do. Come on, come lay with me.” His soft raspy voice filled your senses and the warmth of his palms, heated by your own body, seeped into your skin and soothed the raw injuries of your tortured soul as indeed did Arthur lead you to the bedroom, flicking the tea towel off his shoulder as he did so. It fell to the floor unnoticed with a soft noise and there would it lay for an indeterminate amount of time, for nothing was more important and of a greater urgency to Arthur than you. You even surpassed himself in matters such as these, a fact you disliked but could do nothing about.

Arthur gently tugged you behind him into the bedroom, and as you crossed the threshold did Arthur spin you around so that he could close the door. The firm but quiet click signalled the final act of shutting out the world. You hadn’t bothered to open the curtains this morning under the thought that if you couldn’t see the outside world, that it didn’t exist, and so the bedroom was naturally darkened. 

It was the perfect environment, the perfect atmosphere, within which to let yourself go. 

You were with Arthur.

You were, in this moment, the safest person in the world.

It was as if there was a magnetic pull between your world weary body, exhausted mind and the double bed, with its freshly laundered floral scented and patterned sheets. You were powerless in stopping your feet shuffling towards it, though indeed if you could have said no, you wouldn’t have. You wanted to give in, but you hadn’t wanted to do it without Arthur.

A small noise of something escaped you unbidden and you felt Arthur’s hand on the small of your back as you peeled back the immaculately made duvet and slid into the bed, your face damp and sticky with tears even as you swiped a careless hand across your face, the mattress bouncing with the aggressive movements of your body as you got comfortable. 

As you laid down, Arthur bent at the waist with the softest smile on his angelic face as he swept your hair back with one careful hand, his eyes tight with tension as he tucked you in to bed. “You comfy, Y/N?”

You nodded, a slight smile on your face which belied the tears which fell like rain onto the top of the duvet, salt water spreading upon impact and staining the light material. “Are you... are you joining me?”

Arthur’s answer was to jog around to the other side of the bed, his quick and nimble footsteps coupled with the look of concentration upon his face as he dived beneath the covers, his cold feet touching yours as he shuffled over to you so quickly that you pulled back just a little. Even so was he so close to you that  the very tip of his nose was touching your own, his dark romantic curls fanning the pillow behind him like a dark halo. A fitting image if ever you saw one, though the soul within was lighter than a feather and the purest of whites.

“Come here,” He sighed as an arm wrapped carefully around your waist, his hand gripping at your plush flesh. “What’s the matter, Y/N?”

You tapped Arthur’s uppermost thigh just once with your hand and after a brief pause of confusion did he giggle, slotting one of his legs between your own so that you could be anchored to him. “I don’t know, darling. Just a feeling.” You bit down upon your bottom lip hard against another fresh wave of hot tears and Arthur cooed as he tipped his head to press another kiss to your forehead, before his hands came up to cup your face so that he could rain kisses upon your damp face. 

You smiled and shuffled even closer to Arthur, your tears of sorrow turning easily and quickly to joy as Arthur’s thin lips lavished you with all the love which resided within his heart. Indeed did your face begin to feel numb as his lips heated up under the warmth of your own skin, his palms cool against your flesh. 

Arthur left your lips for last. It was his favourite feature on your face, and as his lips pressed against yours did the two of you smile into the kiss; a mutual joy and love expressed within this one simple gesture, weighted though it was in emotion. You were both so in love that it hurt, but you both loved the way that you loved each other and neither of you would trade it for anything. 

His lips increased the pressure, his mouth coaxing yours open so that his hot pink tongue could meet your own in a dance which he quickly dominated, an arm wrapping firmly around your waist as he pulled you into him. In his kiss was comfort, hope, but also grounding, for so complex and multi-faceted was he that could several things be accomplished within one gesture.

You pulled away from his sinful lips with a great deal of reluctance when the need to breathe was critical and buried your face in the warm crook of Arthur’s neck, your lips pursing chaste kisses to his skin. Arthur shivered  under your touch and you smiled, simply taking comfort from having the love of your life right there beside you in the literal and metaphorical darkness which was threatening to take you over this night.

“I love you, Arthur. I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo - “

Arthur giggled as he gave up on mentally counting the amount of times you professed your love for him in a row. He hummed, biting his bottom lip as he said, “I love you too, Y/N. So much. Do you... do you feel any better?”

You paused and afforded Arthur the silent favour of giving his question some real weight. “I do a little. Thank you, Arthur. You always bring me home to me. Are you okay?” You made sure that everything in your relationship was a near perfect equation of give and take, for neither of you deserved anything less than this.

Arthur cooed and put his hand on the back of your head, his fingers caressing your scalp as he began to softly hum, his voice cracking in places. It was the most endearing, beautiful sound and you put your hand on his frail chest, feeling his heart hammer a tattoo against his rib cage.

“I am now.” He dipped his head to kiss the crown of yours. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Arthur. I can’t say how much.” You could show him, though, and you took your hand off his chest and wrapped your arms as firmly around his body as you could, burrowing down into his body and squeezing him with all of your strength.

Arthur grunted quietly from the impact and squeezed you back so hard that his  frame was trembling just slightly.

Weary and tired though your souls were did you both find peace and love in the arms of one another, for nowhere could either of you go without being found by the other, so emotionally intertwined and connected were your weathered souls.

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Chapter 6

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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Just as I was hesitating, I saw the drowsy-eyed doctors’ apprentices getting up to work. I wrung my hands and lamented: Jun Xuanheng ah, Jun Xuanheng, the common people are ordinary, yet are diligent and hardworking. You call yourself the god of creation, but you only think of sleeping, how can this be endured?

　　 I’m already not even as good as an ordinary person, and there is a fragile and poor little guard who needs to be fed. I absolutely can’t just do nothing like this anymore, it is important to find the method of turning on plug-ins as early as possible.

　　 I exchanged a few words with the hostess and asked her to take care of Ye Tan on my behalf. This youngster is really worrisome. I’ll go back to the inn to get the codebook*, and I should be back in time to eat lunch.

*codebook = book of plug-in codes from the first chapter, MC left it at the inn they were staying at

　　 As I was on the way, I thought of something. The boss at Nightrunner mentioned: Once a Shadow Guard recognizes a master, he is employed for life. But Ye Tan said last night that he had other masters before. I don't know what went wrong in the middle? Or is one of these two lying?

　　 It's a pity that I had too little information, and I had no clue no matter how much I thought about it. I saw the signboard of the inn from a distance, but also saw that the entrance was surrounded by numerous servants dressed in uniform, like the servants of some famous family.

　　 Everyone was gathered around the entrance, which was obstructing my way, so I could only push them aside one by one to get in. There were no other diners in the hall since earlier, only a sturdily dressed swordsman sat in the middle, slamming the sword hilt impatiently with an unfriendly expression. The shopkeeper next to him kept trying to soothe him with tea, and was profusely apologizing.

　　 I finally parted the crowd, stepped into the store, and went straight towards the stairs. After not even taking two steps, I felt that I had attracted all the eyes around me, as if piercing me from behind. I heard the swordsman snort out: "You’ve got some guts."

　　 The shopkeeper came back to his senses, pointing at me as he said: "He came back, it was this young master."

　　 "He is not Yue Changsheng." The swordsman spoke in an intimidating manner, and stood up. "Ridiculous, someone even dares to fool Zhong Liyuan."

　　 "How could this be?! When he stayed here the day before, the attendant personally wrote the pledge... How would anyone dare to pretend to be the guest of Master Zhong Liyuan..." The shopkeeper was losing his head out of fear and hurriedly trying to explain himself.

　　 I considered a few of these words, perhaps they were talking about me?

　　 Thus I glanced back.

　　 With just this glance, it was as if my facial features were a charm. Not only was the swordsman lost for a moment, there was even more commotion at the entrance.

　　

　　 I know, they are intimidated by the special effects surrounding me.

　　 They definitely think that I am so beautiful as if glowing.

　　 Actually, I'm literally fucking glowing.

　　

　　 "...Interesting. Although it's not Yue Changsheng, this will probably not disappoint the Noble Young Master."

　　 He turned around and stopped looking at me, and briefly ordered: "Take him away."

　　 The surrounding guards with knives responded in unison, and they carried me away in a well-trained manner. I was held above the heads of the crowd, and took the time to ask: "Where are you going? I have an appointment to go back for lunch, will I be back in time by noon?... Oh that’s not right, I came to get something... My book..."

　　 "Don't worry, you are indispensable." Without looking back, the swordsman got on his horse.

　　 The crowd of servants who were watching at the entrance of the store conscientiously cleared a path. They might have seen that I was sincere and not struggling, and allowed me to finally be put back on the ground. I couldn't really understand the situation and could only follow them, but after just taking a few steps, I saw Ye Tan break in.

　　 He had already changed into light-colored clothes, and his wounds seeming to have opened up again, with spots of blood seeping out that could be seen. When I saw him, I was simply so angry that I saw stars. How many times have I told him to nicely lie down and recuperate? Is it that hard?? Is it hard?!! Is it?!!!

　　 Ye Tan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was slightly trembling. I wanted to go support him, but was blocked. Only then did I start feeling a bit angry.

　　 The swordsman looked at him condescendingly, but also seemed a bit pleased: "Oh... it turns out to be you."

　　 "...Ze Que." Ye Tan closed his eyes, his expression painful.

　　 These two know each other? Then shouldn’t it be much easier to communicate now? And this swordsman also seems to look very happy...

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Ze Que jumped off his horse and steadily gripped the hilt of his sword, "Come on, let me see it, my Second Young Master Zhong Liyuan’s strongest trump card, the ten year Yaksha’s military prestige— —" He paused, then suddenly asked, "Where is your sword?"

　　 Ye Tan said: "It's broken."

　　 "It's broken? You actually said it’s broken?" Ze Que's trace of joy turned into a murderous aura flooding with rage in an instant, and he spoke bitterly, "Even your sword is broken, why don't you go and die——?"

　　...This nonsense!!! Mentioning the pot that doesn’t boil*!!!!

*Mention the pot that doesn’t boil = idiom, to touch a sore spot

  I! With great difficulty! Painstakingly! Swindled and deceived! And only then could I comfort him!! You guys! Are seriously! Just making trouble!! I’m so pissed!

　　 "I still… can't die." Ye Tan's voice was very soft, "I still have to protect my master."

　　 I looked back at him, and just happened to catch his steady gaze. My heart was in high spirits: I have been persuading and talking sense into him for days, has it finally become effective?

　　 Ze Que approached him step by step and sneered: "Master? What a joke, the Second Young Master has already banished you. You’re just a stray dog, who would want to keep a piece of rubbish like you..."

　　 "Pah, you’re the one who’s rubbish. My Shadow Guard is quite fine." This Creator God couldn’t even bear to scold him,  but you little noob dare be so arrogant.

　　 There was a sudden sound of wind, my vision went dark for a second and I was already pushed away. Ze Que's movement was too fast, I fell on the ground and rolled two laps before I felt the pain. Compared with the small cut from before, it was more severe by an innumerable amount of times, and I could only desperately hold back my tears. The physical body… is surely… full of suffering… wuwawuwa.

　　 Ye Tan anxiously guarded in front of me, but the truth was that he had no sword and lost all his martial arts, so he really couldn't put up much of a struggle.

　　 "So it’s like this… Your new master, is this rubbish?" Ze Que was amused by him, "Although he suits the current you very well."

　　 Ye Tan ignored him, carefully supporting me up, and wiped the sticky blood from around my mouth.

Ze Que finished laughing, his voice becoming sinister again: "Yaksha, you’re so ridiculous, yet you are also truly hateful... The Noble Young Master treated you with the courtesy of being the best warrior in the country, but you were conceited and forceful, and never looked towards him directly. And now, you can’t even return one move from me. What kind of person is the Second Young Master, that the one succeeding him as your master, is this kind of flower vase* rubbish..."

*flower vase = idiom, just a pretty face with no brains

　　 "Sigh sigh, I’m not your match, so I concede defeat. I’ll die an honorable death." After I mocked him, I conveniently laid down my neck. It was actually quite clear to me that I was about to be chopped, and this save file would be doomed. It’s all my fault for forgetting to write the method for turning on plug-ins in the manual. Hmph, wait until I load the file next time, I’ll change the value of my Shadow Guard to a hundred times higher than yours, and beat you while hanging you on an electric fan. I’ll turn it up to the max, the kind that revolves at lightning speed.

　　 I rolled my eyes and slandered him a while, but when I recovered my spirit and saw Ye Tan's eyes, my heart suddenly tightened.

"...I have let you down, Master. I… If I were still at my prime, I would never have let Master suffer this humiliation." He sighed in a low voice, and dejectedly said, "If only it was you that I met in the beginning... then it would be good..."

　　...Ah, that’s right. For him, this is goodbye forever.

　　 Next time, even if I load the file and start over again, will it still be this crumpled Shadow Guard…?

　　

　　 I was suddenly a bit unwilling.

　　

　　 I didn't know what kind of warm liquid dripped on my face, unaware if it was blood or tears. The last scene I saw was the Shadow Guard approaching me. He slowly closed his eyes, and then the vision before me went dark.

　　——My breathing and heartbeat stopped.

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