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i'm judging everyone, especially self proclaimed mj fans, who says the 2nd act Thriller staging was amazing in mj the musical. i was pleasantly surprised that the first act only had a snippet of Thriller within a medley (which btw WBSS was great). that was nice. we all know Thriller, so referencing it almost in passing like that felt like a nice nod and good use of time. well that got completely undone by the 2nd act. which i thought was in horrible taste. why are we dragging this legend's corpse around like this. they thought they did something really significant with the themes there. they thought they came up with some artsy excuse to (over)use Thriller. 1. it was incoherent 2. even if you can justify it, i don't care, i thought it was way too dark (in a serious, unfun way) and disrespectful to michael
#the 'evil' version of the Dangerous album cover. awful#zombie michaels. awful. the role of the father. awful.#i had so many issues with this fuckass show#and another thing#in the act 1 Thriller segment they did some choreo that included some of Thee iconic choreo#i think they added in new choreo and changed things a little and that's fine whatever#people want to see the iconic choreography#especially if you're a fan of mj you wanna see THEE choreography#so it was nice that they did that#the 2nd act thriller didn't do any original choreo as far as i could tell#honestly i was distracted thinking about how bad what i was watching was. but i at least didn't notice any of the iconic stuff in that scene#and i do know the thriller choreo pretty well at this point#just. god. at intermission i had critiques but i was entertained and there was some stuff i liked#the 2nd act was pure nonsense. it was boring and i didn't really like what they did with the songs and dances#like why do Bad at all. if you're gonna do Smooth Criminal for god sakes hit the original choreo just ONCE#and put all the dancers in suits. are you stupid#plus some choreo was chronologically inaccurate. otw michael doing stuff from dangerous/history etc#AND THE J5 CHOREO MADE ME SO MAD. DO NOT INSULT MY BOYS LIKE THAT.#it was surprisingly repetitive simple and stupid looking#that aint right!!!!!#whatever. there were some good performances i mostly just take issue with the writing#also katharine singing I'll Be There to michael. hm. could it be that she's still alive so we're changing the narrative there...#the pills thing was way overdone. no one literally NO ONE gaf about the financial issues or the mtv crew omfg. who cares#it's like they didn't understand why people would go to an mj show. why people love him? it's the dancing and singing. that's it.#agghh i have more thoughts about this.
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INANIMATE INSANITY S2 18 SPOILERS
A ramble time
Okay so.. the beginning scene of the episode where the karma song played..
Mephone4's mental state is shattered, and he's thinking back to the past. The previous seasons, the contestants he had made..
But the scene that made me think the most was where he took the auditions.
This is Mephone4's thought process and mental state, this entire scene.
Right here, Mephone4 is drowning in his guilt and mistakes. A happy little idea, just forming into something horrible and corrupt. Ruining the mentalities of so many people around him.
The guilt is overwhelming.
The way certain people's expressions shift (Paintbrush starts angry and shifts to a more saddened expression as they pass)
And the change of expressions from joy to overall despair when they pass HIM.
The fact he can visualize how the contestants would appear upset at him is.. agh..
This is all conjured by him, since not everyone had such a reaction like this. He wasn't even there to them in person. (Most of the Bright Lights didn't even learn the truth until later in the episode - Test Tube, Fan, Lightbulb; yet we see them raging at Mephone4 all the same.)
He really does know his creations, and knows how rightfully upset they should be toward him.
This scene especially made me go agghh...
Lightbulb and Tissues specifically.
Lightbulb is the most angry we have ever seen her. She's been saddened in episode 15, but not to this degree.
Mephone is literally visualizing her to being this upset. The most cheery, happy contestant in the game.
Knowing all the contestants are in a way Mephone4's ways to escapism, fun ideas to run away.. Lightbulb being the one here to look so tired and angry is so out of her nature.
Mephone4 literally cannot invision anyone happy with him, not even the most cheery goofy character.
The depiction of Lightbulb really shows how dark and depressing the loss of everyone is to Mephone4. There's no bright light here.
She's even angry in the story board. Meaning this was intentional.
As for Tissues, his face isn't even shown in this scene. It's as if he's avoiding Mephone4, looking away from him and not giving him a glance.
Mephone4 knew he messed up the most with Tissues. A silly idea!! It ruined a person.
Can't even dare look at Tissues in this scene or imagine his face.
Because you know if Tissues was given a face, it'd be the most pained.
Lastly there's the words in the back. The traits he had given his creations. HIS hand writing.
In a way... I feel like these traits can also be described to Mephone4. As creations can be an extention to yourself.
Then there's this moment where Mephone4 falls off Crappy Cliff. This scene is so symbolic honestly.
He's usually the one telling the contestants to jump off, and now he's the one falling. The contestants look down on him as he falls, shadows obscuring them.
He made them fall so deep into despair and into the fakeness of the reality show.. and now their faces are gone. They're gone.
Hes alone.
And all he can do in that moment is think about all the wrong hes done to these people he created.
Everything that led up to this. How he kept running from his problems and caused so many people to just die to his abuser. All because he wanted to escape.
And because he wasn't vocal and honest.
He could've been better than Cobs. But was he really?
The pain, disbelief and shock in Mephone4 just... speaks millions. And with the scene of all the contestants yelling at him... angry at him...
This phone deserved that hug from Mephone3gs.
God.
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The Menu
This excellent post by @vacationship got me thinking about this today - I've still got e9 and e10 to rewatch, so please forgive any notable omissions:
Claire first encounters Carmy at the deep freeze while he's buying a re-up of veal stock for an R&D dish, stoked after spending the day brainstorming the "chaos menu....but thoughtful" with Sydney in his kitchen.
Ignoring the visual warning cues (blue hues, just faces vs. the whole picture/setting, fridges etc), she's interrupting the creative development process Sydney and Carmy initiated. He tries to extrapolate himself with the whole fake number thing (and initiates a "palate cleanse" in the next episode, which is a five-star euphemism - he's trying to get back to center after the encounter) only for it to permanently fly off the rails as Sydney heads over to Kasama ("palate cleanse" + Kasama meaning "together" - agghh!)
"Thoughtful" vanishes from the description, it's referred to only as the 'Chaos Menu' thereafter (I know Carmy tries to reinforce "thoughtful" one more time, but he mumbles it hesitantly). Carmy is stuck in the reactionary washing machine of his PTSD again - unless it was an idea that Sydney brought him directly prior to Claire entering his life, all of the oft-discussed and drawn dishes harken back to the feast of the seven fishes, Mikey and Donna, the prospect of Claire literally being delivered on a silver platter that night by the brothers Grimm.
I think back to Carmy later decrying "this is what you wanted!!" to Sydney as they're fighting over the menu drawings/Claire in E8. It really shows us where this all landed - Carmy launched himself into chaos with this new relationship, embracing the flight/fight/freeze/FAWN mode in order to deliver Syd the Chaos Menu he perceives they were creating (or she was just requesting, in his weird little mind...) in the beginning.
His experiences with Claire (with the subsequent guilt and discomfort they're bringing him in the quest for "amusement or enjoyment" so he can serve others) are what he views as the creative process in the development of his menu for Syd. He's doing a deep dive into the murky and traumatizing depths of his past/present to deliver this thing, and he doesn't understand why she's not more pleased about it.
He really doesn't realize that the "thoughtful" part of the menu was shorthand for Syd's collaboration. "Thoughtful" meant resolution and a sense of peace, a fresh start - chaos menu is just shorthand for the same cycles that have kept Carmy trapped for time immemorial, and that's what he got when he mentally leaned on Claire instead of Syd as his creative partner.
I guess I'll think about this more over the next few days....I kinda want to do a deep dive into the genesis of the dishes at some point, there's so much there.
#the bear fx#the bear season 2#the bear spoilers#the bear#carmen berzatto#carmy x sydney#carmy berzatto#claire the bear#syd x carmy#sydney adamu
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Revisiting my newsies scare actor au because that’s my whole life rn who wants to send me asks about it
Also thinking about Jack and Davey meeting through the haunt and it kicking off years of friendship and an eventual relationship and I AGGHH
I also don’t know if I’ve ever talked about Kath in this au. I don’t really know where she would fall in it so I may have to give that more thought
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Hey! If you'd be open to it, I was interested in hearing your thoughts on any Failtopia pairings that you particularly enjoy and the reasons you do? Whether they be platonic or romantic-
YESSSS I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO YAP ABOUT CHARACTER INTERACTIONS YWUAJSJEJJEJR!!! OKAY!! So idk how put together this is since there is a mix of my typing when I’m super tired + typing when I just woke up so I’m praying that what I’m saying makes sense LMAO. TLDR: I really like failtopia’s characters
So starting off with what is probably the most popular dynamic in this series: Bo and Erica!! To say they’ve both Gone Through It is an understatement, and them both finding comfort and safety in each other is amazing to me!! Like. Erica’s had so many people die on her and the reaction to finding out that was nearly impossible to lose Bo was just. Flawless. Can’t believe Dan improvised that. And Bo was sent to just kill Mar and work for Screamith but Erica was pretty much the start to her letting her true self shine and developing an actual attachment to The Incident!! It’s so awesome how Dan has wrote them. we love our gay level 6 “friendship” girlbosses ‼️‼️
Mar and Orion have also gone through a handful of things before the series begins, and the relationship they develop as the series progresses is pretty dang interesting! as much as the fandom focus on EriBo as a romantic thing, more people need to talk about how Mar has explicitly shown he has a crush on Orion. MULTIPLE TIMES. The idea of Orion opening up to Mar after he lost his wife and Mar opening up to Orion after his time as the Dark Curse and AGGHH I love these two so much and the way they interact every time they’re on screen is amazing. old man yaoi
I imagine C!Failboat and Erica as exes. like they dated for like a week and were both mutually like “that was awful let’s just stay friends”, They had a bunch of small interactions together (especially in S1) and I like them being friendly towards each other, Erica finding a friend in C!Fail was a pretty good step for her arc! I also think the idea of C!Fail and Erica being childhood friends in non-Miitopia AUs very intriguing!! Any content of those two interacting (that isn’t romantic) is always a nice thing to see!
Taking a break from the more popular relationships/friendships in this series, we have Deko and Joker!! For two characters that barely interact in canon there’s a lot you can do with them! They’re just two anime boys trying to survive in this weird party. I have a lot of thoughts on them but I just can’t form it aghahajsjjs but the main one is that they aren’t alone in what they’re going through, and no matter what backstory you use for Joker it still has a lot of potential!! I’m sure people can explain this one better than I can I just really like this rarepair!! while on the topic of Joker, shoutouts to his friendship with Lanc!! You can’t convince me Joker didn’t have a crush on them. Just watch their interactions in Karkaton and you’ll probably get what I mean lmaoo
I just need to mention the sisters!! even if they aren’t sisters by blood, Chi and Erica both have the energy! Chi being the thing that really gets Erica out of her “I hate everything” phase in both seasons needs to be talked about more. They bring out the best in each other I swear,, again I promise I can talk about them more my brain just isn’t giving me the words rn, but I think Gnome explains it best!
While on sibling dynamics, Bill and Shrimp is so great to me. Like. Bill helping Shrimp out not only because he likes her music, but also out of the genuine kindness of his heart is so sweet to me!! They’re so nice every time they’re on screen together and it’s fun to see them battling by each other’s sides!! plus the matching outfits in the finale was also a great touch :]
I’ve mentioned these two before, but Bill and Chi are criminally underrated imo. Like. They’re the only members of the Incident who have just recently turned 18, Chi’s literally Bill’s mentor after he changed jobs, and their dynamic is just so fun to work with!! Bill’s more mature and ‘normal’ while Chi is Chi and will set things on fire For Science and I think scenarios where they’re together are really fun to come up with!! Same with Shrimp and Chi!! The sister dynamic they have is also super underrated, like they’re a Fire and Water duo!! I think there’s a lot of things you can do there :0
look I am more than aware these two have never interacted but that’s cuz Dan is a COWARD and knows that Bo and Lanc being in the same room would lead to so much mayhem lmaoo. Out of everyone in The Incident (apart from Chi obviously) I see Lanc getting along with Bo the best! a lot of stuff I have for them is pretty based on fanon but you can’t tell me they wouldn’t gossip about the lastest drama with the party and the outside world. I swear they’re besties, they relate to each other, just hear me out. I also think Rose and Bo can be great friends and they really have a LOT in common!! Princess who faked their whole identity gang ‼️‼️
I love Erica and Rose just being each other’s biggest hater, it’s my favorite thing ever. it’s canon that Rose only shows off for Erica to prove to her that she’s better than her and that’s amazing to me. They’re both just so done with each other lmaoo (also the headcanon of them each other’s gay awakenings is perfect)
I think Friend and Mar interactions could be cool!! Like for starters they had some pretty huge connections to Hank they could bond over. also I find Mar being canonically a demon mixed with the headcanon of Friend being an angel very fun!! I also think Friend and Erica could be fun to see, especially with Erica’s past as a Cleric!! shared jobs and trauma!!
Mar and literally any FailFleet member can be funny I think, like we already have the Neksdor Three obviously, but I think an ACTUAL Bob and Mar reunion will lead to someone getting beat up lol, everyone in the S1 Squad would all have very different view points on if Mar deserves to be forgiven or not, or if he’s a good leader, etc. and I think that there should be more done with that!!
Orion’s friendship with the rest of The Incident is also a very important part of why the party is the way it is!! There’s absolutely characters with awful relationships to their dads, fathers that are barely around, or just never had a parental figure at all. I LOVE that Orion was able to fill that void for those party members, and he does a damn good job at it too!! And of course the parallels he has with Erica is great, both are stubborn warriors with a lot of baggage, but also have a lot of differences, like their views on stuff like becoming a healer!! Orion being like a mentor to Erica is great. also shoutouts to Slapo, we love her. I think her interacting with other members of The Incident is also something that’s needed more!!
Speaking of fathers, scenes with Chat and C!Fail are downright hilarious! Chat’s insanity mixed with C!Fail’s attitude always leads to some crazy thing going down! Chat with anyone really is always a treat, since they’re way more than too much to handle most of the time, and seeing how everyone reacts to their shenanigans is always gonna be fun!!
Smuk, Rose, and Bob’s relationship is just perfection. Bob obviously crushing on Rose is so great to see when they have scenes together and Smuk basically proposing to Rose (but not really) with that ring is also cool!! And of course we gotta mention Smuk and Bob’s bromance in Greenhorne, those two were inseparable a lot of the time I swear, I love them a lot, I’m praying if we get S3 we have those three come back (along with Petunyawn)
Deko’s friendship with both Chi and Lanc is vital to his arc!! Similar to Erica, he had gone through quite a lot before S1 and traveling with them got him to warm up to them and helped him get better control of his powers!! Lanc and Chi being absolute goofsters while Deko has no energy is VERY amusing!! also Deko, someone who was experimented on, being paired up with two soon-to-be scientists is vile lmaoo, why do you do this Dan /pos
SPEAKING OF THOSE SCIENTISTS!! If you thought I wasn’t gonna bring up Lanchi at all then you’re wrong. These two. These two are my everything. They’re undoubtedly my OTP!! There is quite a handful of canon evidence (in both seasons!) that point to Something going on between them!! I’d list them all out rn, but imma save that for another time, so I’ll just stick to saying everything I like about them!! The way Lanc and Chi just bounce off each other is insane. I swear they can read each other’s minds sometimes, they actually just share a braincell!! Lanc being all nervous in the Finale and Chi comforting them,, and ofc Chi being inspired by Lanc to switch jobs in S2 is just GAHAJJJJW I LOVE THEM!! They’ve been living rent free in my head since 2021 and I can’t get them out even if I tried!! EVERY SINGLE INTERACTION they have can be read as romantic. I refuse to believe they’re just friends lmaoo
#I hope you enjoyed another one of my Failtopia Yapping Sessions#I feel like I’m repeating a lot but I hope you guys see the visions aggghhhhh#ask the octo#failboat miitopia#failboat#failtopia#I’m not tagging all this but yeaaaaa
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The dazzlings vs Velvet and Veneer
Pt 7
What the hell is that? Sonata asked looking at the yacht.
It’s a yacht that Velvet and Veneer bought Floyd said.
Why the fuck do they buy a new yacht? Sonata asked suspiciously.
I don’t know but let’s check it out Floyd said.
Sonata nodded as she opened the door and got in.
With Adagio,Aria and Veneer
REALLY ARIA YOU’RE WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN Adagio said yelling.
Uhh yes sis so shut up Aria replied.
You’re the fucking worst girl Veneer said rolling his eyes and crossed his arms.
Ugh that’s what I tell Sonata everyday Aria said looking at the mirror.
Aria go change right now Adagio said losing her patience.
Agghh fine ms leader Aria said going to the closet again to change her clothes.
Hey guys you never guess what I found Sonata said entering the room only to Aria wearing Veneer’s golden tank top shorts, and Veneer’s blue crystal boots.
What the fuck are you wearing Aria? Sonata asked.
None of your damn business Aria said closing the closet door to change.
What did you find Sonata? Adagio asked.
Sonata pulled out Floyd out off her pocket.
Floyd but did you get out? Veneer asked in shocked.
Well it’s turns that this lovely lady set me free Floyd said smiling at Sonata.
It turns out the one of the twins is hurting this poor creature just to be famous Sonata said.
Adagio took a look at the troll and gasped.
He looks very pale like he’s dying Adagio said.
Veneer took a look at Floyd.
Omg Floyd you’re awful Veneer said bursting out into tears.
Aria came out of the closet with her own clothes.
What’s going on here? Aria asked.
He’s dying Sonata said.
We got to my sister Velvet before she captures the bro zone Veneer said.
right but first let us give you a makeover Adagio said.
Oh fuck Veneer said as the dazzlings started doing their job.
Few hours later
There that’s more like it Adagio said pulling the mirror and hands it to Veneer.
I feel different Veneer said.
You’re welcome green spaghetti doll like boy Aria said rolling her eyes.
Ha ha ha you’re so fucking funny sis Sonata said with a sarcastic tone.
Shut up Aria said.
Guys please stop fighting we need to stop Velvet like now Floyd said.
Right come on guys let’s go Adagio said.
The gang nodded and followed.
I have a really bad feeling about this Veneer thought still waking with the others.
Hey you’re going to be okay Sonata said putting her hand on Veneer’s shoulder.
Thanks I guess Veneer said smiling a little.
#trolls band together#trolls veneer#trolls au#trolls floyd#the dazzlings#adagio dazzle#aria blaze#sonata dusk#crossover
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Shadow Knight XXI
Ao3 Link
Chapter 21
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Velvet was having a great time. She honestly couldn’t remember a time in recent memories that she had such a good time. Walking around the Museum with her new friends, and learning about times long past, well, not that long past, it was still a time before the current era. One that was full of things that they could learn from.
“Nora, no.” Ren grabbed the diminutive ginger from stepping into a Mistral exhibit, displaying a lush jungle, with the exhibit theorizing the first meeting between Valish explorers and Minstrali fishermen.
Nora pouted. “But, Renny! The sloth, he calls to me,” Her eyes dilated to black pools with a aquamarine edge. “He wants to be free!”
Velvet felt her dat-, friend, Jaune look to the side, shaking as he covered his mouth. She had never seen this from him. Though, to be fair, she had only seen him be sleepy, be heroic, and politely distant.
Her ears twitched, and she nudged him, gently, she didn’t want to hurt her arm. “Um, are you alright?”
“Yes, just-, just look at them.” He wheezed a bit.
Velvet looked back at the pair. Nora dodged Ren’s attempt to move her, only to be tripped by his leg catching her ankle, as he caught her. The ginger pouted angrily, hanging by the back of her shirt, resembling a small, yappy dog who wasn’t allowed to get her way.
She chuckled, not as hard as Jaune, but still amused. “They’ve been like that all their lives,” His voice was distant and dreamy. “I can still remember how Nora ink-bombed all three of us in junior-high.”
Velvet felt a little lost. “May I have some context?”
“I wish there was, but that’s just Nora.”
That matched up what she knew about Nora, Velvet thought chuckling.
“Nora!” Ren cried out, as In a flash of movement, Nora had managed to lose her shirt and escape. She was only wearing a sport’s bra underneath. Velvet felt her eyes go wide for a moment, she had known Nora was … blessed, but she didn’t realize by how much, until the shirt went off. If she wasn’t so stunned, she’d have felt ego pop.
Her eyes darted to Jaune, who looked unbothered, as faster than her eye could track, he had ripped off his button up, revealing a second long-sleeve underneath, having unlatched himself from her without her noticing, and turned around, just as Nora tried to dart behind them to hide from Ren.
“Nora,” He stared down at his childhood friend. Holding his shirt like a bullfighter's muleta.
“Jaune,” Nora stared up at him, managing to look his equal despite him being well over a foot taller than her. “My girls are free, look at them be petrified, just like poor Renny.” Velvet looked at Ren, who was holding his hands over his eyes, blushing, though she noticed he had his fingers open a bit.
Velvet didn’t blame him in the least.
“We’re long past that point,” He waved his shirt. “I am the final boss, Nora, defeat me, or be shirted.”
“Then, I will defeat you!” She charged at him, arms flailing around.
Without even missing a beat, Jaune side-stepped her, in a way that Velvet found mind-itchingly familiar. His arm flashed out, just as Nora passed. The girl stumbled forward a few steps, then looked at Jaune, wearing a shirt several, several, several sizes too big, it going down below her knees like a dress. Nora looked at him, sadly. “You did it again! How?”
Jaune smiled down upon her. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”
“Agghh!” That was the wrong answer as Nora descended upon him, small fists pounding upon his much larger body.
In the distance, a whistle was blown, a security guard was running towards them. The four of them looked at each other, and ran for it.
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Today was their most important mission so far. No mere Grimm extermination, or watching the city, but actually working to save the city. It was different from extermination, but this was decisively more dangerous. Energy was building up in this place, and they needed to find the source, or otherwise it would set off. The chaos that would ensue would be beyond imagining. Now they just had to -
Yang draped herself over Weiss, her head resting on top of the smaller girl's head. “I’m boooooored!”
Weiss felt her eye’s twitch. “Silence, we’re here on a mission.”
“I know, but it’s a boring one!” She looked around the art exhibit. “Can’t we at least look at the dinosaurs?”
“We need to break down the museum section by section, otherwise we’d be here for days, Yang. So no, we’re not looking at dinosaurs, yet.”
“Uggh, but” She looked at the exhibit. “But, I don’t want to learn about the-” She read off the plack. “How the invention of this painting style- ugh, I can’t even finish reading this, it’s so dull.”
“They’re not meant to be fun! We’re carrying out our duty, it’s a matter of heroics. Something that you could improve upon!”
Weiss waited on the brutes' unimaginative and lowborn response. Only to be met by silence, as the blonde pulled herself off Weiss. She looked around the art exhibit, her eyes somewhere else, though.
Weiss felt a brief shock run through her, her words had an effect? How unnatural. It was almost enough to make her want to ask her if something was the matter.
“What are we looking for, exactly?” The blonde was abrupt with her question, halting Weiss’s thoughts. The brute seemed back to normal, attempting to look intelligent as she ogled the priceless artworks around them.
“Hmmp, can’t even remember the basics of a mission, can’t you be bothered to-”
Yang rolled her eyes.. “I asked for the mission, not a lecture, Priss-cess.”
Weiss resisted the need to freeze the blonde's mouth shut. “As I was saying, the mission is to locate the source of the magical buildup, before it is unleashed.” Weiss puffed her chest up. “Which is why you’re working with me, with your utterly lacking perception of magic and downright, horrible control. We can’t have you setting it off by accident, like how you normally blow everything up..”
Weiss saw a flash of red in Yang’s eyes, her magic raising up to offensive levels, and Weiss readied her own defensive magic.
Only for it to disappear, Yang’s eyes go back to their normal, dare she say it, prettier purple color. “Yeah, I’m trying to work on it.” She then muttered low and quietly, with Weiss barely catching it. “Among other problems.”
Weiss felt uncomfortable, what was going on with her? She was … vulnerable. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t right at all. Did it have something to do with that other night when she went off on her own, and didn’t meet back up with them till school the next morning?
Should she …?
“Let's get back to the problem at hand,” It wasn’t her place, Weiss would be of no use to her. They all had their roles to play, and Weiss was to be the most skillful among them in the manipulation of magical energy and the most perceptive of it’s flow, whatever Blake may imply. “Lacking or not, keep your eyes open, we need to find this build-up. Who-knows what might occur?”
“Let’s stop it, we need to do it, for everyone that might get hurt.”
Weiss looked at Yang. What was going on with her? “Agreed.”
Regardless of Yang, the mission came first, there would always be time afterward to have her diagnosed by a professional, if she truly needed it. Should she ask of course. Weiss wouldn’t pry into someone’s business without asking.
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Velvet breathed hard against the table, they had managed to get away from security, and possibly being thrown out.
“That was awesome!” Nora wasn’t even winded, or the other two. “I haven’t been chased like that since we egged those guys in middle-school.”
Ren gave a sly smile at Jaune. “Wasn’t that a fun day?”
The bigger of the two boys looked away, blushing. “That’s what they get for cheating on my sister.”
“Yet, they still got back together.” Ren added.
Jaune smirked. “And, we egged his cars two weeks later,” He suddenly looked at Velvet. “Sorry, if we’re being weird.” He got closer. Velvet felt her heartbeat go up.“You looked warm, should I get you something to drink?”
“... Please.” Velvet managed to squeeze out the words, some eternity later.
A shirt was thrown across Jaune’s face. “Here you go,stud.” Nora had somehow reacquired, and redressed herself during the run. “Not my style, you know I prefer going wild and free.”
Jaune, shirt still over his head, nodded in resignation of a man trying all his life to fix something. “Yeah, whatever, nudist.”
“One day! One day, Jaune! We will have a clothless society, you, me, Ren, and Velvet too! All naked~! Free~! Imagine it Jaune, imagineeee it!”
Jaune slipped his shirt back on, rebuttoning it. “I don’t wanna,” His eyes blank and very much in reality, as opposed to imaginationland.
Velvet felt her mind drift off a moment, thinking about… something else, definitely not what Nora said, not in the slightest. She looked at Ren, he nodded his head, he too was definitely not imagining anything like that in the slightest. She gave him a thumbs up, and he returned it.
Jaune sighed, “I’m going to get some drinks, Ren you want to come with?”
The slender young man shrugged. “I’ll do it.”
“We’ll be back in a minute,”
Velvet watched as the two went off, her mind was trying to get attention again. Something about the way Jaune walked, it was triggering something, as her mind was trying to match it up with a scene she had watched.
She looked back and forth between Jaune and Ren, but only got more confused. The way they walked was bothering her. In fact, the way they moved was -
“Enjoying the view?” Nora popped up in front of her blocking her view. “If it wasn’t illegal, I’d video-tape it and sell it.” She sighed dreamily. “I can only imagine the riches. Then I could buy that island.”
Velvet shook her head, giggling. “That’s not it, you goof-ball.”
Nora sniffed. “Hey! I resemble that remark.” Then also broke out giggling, sharing the moment with Velvet. “So, what's got your goat?” She paused. “That’s not offensive is it?”
Velvet was confused. “I don’t get it?”
“You’re a faunus? So, I- Whatever.”
“Oh. No? Maybe. Let’s just let it slide.”
“Nice. Anyway, uh, what's bothering you. I know the two of them have super-class booties, but the way you were looking at them was kinda … uh, sciency? Maybe, ughgh! Nora no likely big words!” The ginger gripped her head.
“Oh that,” Velvet nodded, she understood the pain of words, as she thought about how she wanted to put this into words. “I just feel a tingle in my brain, watching him move,” Nora’s eyebrows rose up, practically disappearing into her bangs. “Not like that! I mean, though I wouldn't. Uhg,” Velvet buried her head into the table.
Nora patted her on the back. “Go on, I’m listening.”
“What I mean is… They move. I’ve seen the way they move before, and I’m trying to place it. They move so similarly too, it’s driving me crazy!” Velvet bemoaned.
“Oh! That’s easy, I know what you mean!” Nora smiled broadly.
“Would you help a friend out?”
“Totally, it’s super easy to explain. Ren’s a martial artist, and Jaune was his punching bag for most of our teens.”
Velvet blinked. “Don’t you mean sparring partner?”
“No. Punching bag. Jaunes has always been like super-durabile, but Ren’s always been like super fast, so it was always, Jaune punch, Ren dodge, Ren counterattack! Nora cheers! Yay! It connects! Completely ineffective! Nora cheers! Yay! It was just that all day for all of puberty.” Nora mimed them moving, with what Velvet noticed, eerie accuracy. “Sometimes I’d jump in, but I like to wrestle, it’d usually go south from there into a free for all. Well, at least until these girls developed.” Nora proudly thrusted her chest out.
“So, the reason they move is so similar?”
“Yeah, because they learned to fight from each other, well, Ren’s dad, and Jaune’s dad. But, Jaune only really learned a couple punches, a little foot-work, and how to take a hit. He was never as into the Sport side as Ren is.” Nora mimed a scale going up and down. “He’s the one that's training for the circuit, once he graduates.” Nora smiled, bouncing in place. “I’ll be there, with Jaune, cheering him on.”
Velvet smiled warmly. “That’s so nice.” She thought for a moment. “Would you mind, one more?”
Nora looked at her confused, until a spark went behind her eyes. “Oh! Yeah, definitely! We always need more cheerleaders for Team Ren!” She paused. “Though, I think we’ll need Jaune’s uniform custom made.”
Velvet laughed. “I think so too.”
----
Jaune paused, carrying an armful of drinks. He felt a twinge in his peripheral vision, something calling to him. Ren looked at him strangely. “What’s up?”
“Uh, just an eyelash in my eye, I’m trying to blink it out.”
“Oh, you need to rinse it out?”
“No, I think I almost got it.”
Something wasn’t right here. He had gotten a feeling as soon as he entered the museum, but had ignored it, being too busy with the group. But, now that he didn’t have any distractions, he felt it all the more strongly, how off everything was feeling. Jaune flinched, as a sudden weight appeared in his pocket.
Jaune felt his eyes go wide as he reached in with his free hand, feeling in his pocket, he froze. It was a book, he knew exactly which book too. Pulling his hand back, Jaune felt a buzz pass through his book, and a buzz coming from the ring he got from his ancestor. It was pulling his attention somewhere. He turned and looked around, searching for the source. Then he saw a display, it was from a recent dig in Vacuo. Something in it was catching his attention.
“Ren?”
“Yes?”
“I want to take a look at that.”
Ren nodded. “Ok. But, shouldn’t we get the girls?”
“I don’t think it can wait.” Jaune was already moving, Ren following him. “I got to see this, right now.”
“Jaune, are you ok? This isn’t like you.”
“I know, but just let me. Just let me do this real quick.” He looked at Ren. “Stop me if I do something dumb.
Ren nodded. “Always. Also, be quick.”
Jaune looked at the exhibit. He didn’t bother reading the background, he was busy studying the exhibit. Looking around for whatever it was that was throwing him off. It was utterly bursting with uncovered things from the dig. Dolls. Bronze knives. Cups. Those sorts of things. Apparently led by some big wig from Atlas.
He looked at the date, which was alleged from the dig. Jaune’s eyes bugged out. “Ren, none of these artifacts, their age, it hasn’t been decided, but any of these things.” He paused thinking.
“What about it?”
“They could be older than any other civilization known on Vacuo, or even the world.”
Ren’s eyes opened in awe. “But, that doll there, it looks like it could be from the last century.”
Jaune found the source, he looked at a casket that could easily fit someone around Nora’s size. HIs hand reached out, a sudden need to open it. A tight pressure was applied to his wrist, one that could easily put it into a hold behind his back, stopped that attempt.
“Jaune, don’t get us in trouble.”
Despite that, Jaune felt a deep rumble inside, a need to open that casket. His servant was waiting for him, they needed him to give orders. The pressure deepened, and Jaune snapped back. What was he doing? That wasn’t right at all. He didn’t have any servants, or need any. Jaune lowered his hand.
“Thanks.” Jaune met Ren’s eyes, giving him a grateful smile.
“Anytime.” Ren nodded.
“Jaune!” The blonde turned, seeing a short redhead zooming towards him. “Are you trying to steal from the museum! I thought you were done being a bad boy!” Before Jaune, a pair of silver-eyes looked at him full of disappointment, poking a tiny finger into his chest, then recoiling at the sturdiness. “Owie! Ignore that! What’s your excuse?” Ruby Rose puffed her chest, asking with all the authority her frame would allow.
“That Ren wouldn’t let me.” Jaune gestured to his best friend.
“Oh!” Ruby nodded. “Wait! That means you would have done it if he wasn’t here! Do I need to keep you on a leash?”
Ren looked at Ruby, then at Jaune. “I think Velvet wouldn’t appreciate that, Ruby.” He paused. “Or maybe, she would? You should ask her opinion first.”
Jaune looked at him confused. Why would Velvet care? He looked at Ruby, who looked equally confused.
“Velvet’s here?” Was Ruby’s response. “You’re not bullying her, Jaune?”
“Don’t worry, Ruby.” Ren proceeded. “She wants to be here, it was her idea.”
“Oh! Great!” Ruby nodded.
Jaune met her eyes for a minute, and flinched, her eyes, were they always tha bright? A sense of unease hit him. No. They were just normal silver eyes, he was just tired. “What are you doing here, Ruby?” He asked. “Did you miss me?” Jaune teased.
“Yep!” She answered honestly. “I tracked you down, and now, you got to hang out with me!”
“Oh.”
“Just kidding! Only a little bit, uh, me and the rest of the girls, we’re on …” Ruby’s face scrunched in concentration. “A scavenger hunt! Yeah! That’ll fool ‘em!”
“Fool who?” Ren questioned.
“... The police?”
“Why?’
“Because? … Why not?”
“Ok, that’s certainly an activity to do on the weekend. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“I will!” Ruby nodded energetically. Then paused, looking at the casket, then shrugged. “Nope, not it.” Then kept moving, though not before waving goodbye. “I’ll be back later, don’t leave without saying bye!”
“Sure thing,” Jaune waved back. The buzzing was gone. Did Ruby calm the feeling? No, she couldn’t have. Or could she?
“She’s one of a kind.” Ren told Jaune.
“Yeah,” Jaune agreed.
“I’m glad you met her, though. She’s really brought you back around.” Ren started walking back to where the girls, Nora and Velvet, were.
The blonde looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Really? Look back on your actions, and tell me that you haven’t been a complete wreck the last year.”
Jaune shook his head. “Well, can’t deny that. I don’t regret it, though.”
Ren gave him a piercing look. “At all?” His eyes were calm, Jaune knew better.
There was some hesitation, but Jaune met his friend's eyes. “No. Not at all.” Because, it had to be done. Even if he'd never share his secret with anyone that didn’t already know.
“I’ve always resented this part of you.” Ren didn’t raise his voice, but in some ways that was worse with how calm it sounded. “This unrepentant self-centeredness, you go about it like it’s only you versus the world, never asking for help no matter what.”
There was a part of Jaune, and no small part either, that wanted to lash out against that statement. Argue, yell at him, tell Ren how little he knew. Ask what he really knows about him, and how could he say that about him, after all the blood he shed, all the pain he endured, all the trauma, all the nightmares, and how often he stared at the jaws of death.
It didn’t mean Ren was wrong, though. If he said anything like that, it would only prove the statement.
“I never liked how passive you are either,” Jaune fired back.
It didn’t mean he was in the wrong, either.
“Growing up with you and Nora, somebody has to play the calm one,”
“Yet, it hasn’t pushed you away.”
“Keep trying, and we'll see,” He hummed a bit, it was something Ren had done since they were children. “But, you’re fortunate that your good points overshadow the bad, otherwise, I’d have stopped talking to you, long ago.” He always hummed it when they ended up in the ER, or worse.
Jaune shook his head, smiling. “ Really? I don’t see them. But, since I trust you, I'll take your word on it.”
Any building tension was gone, and for a moment, they felt like just two boys hanging out at a museum. Two friends, falling back into their long-time roles, the goof-ball and his handler, just like they used to be. Playing the hero was overrated, Jaune would take this anyday over it, if he could. If there were no more Grimm. Or people that took advantage over other people. Or-
“Come on, the girls are waiting on us.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Jaune walked just a tad slower than he normally did, if Ren noticed, he didn’t comment on it.
----
Pyrrha walked through the armory, admiring the craftwork of the weapons. Some were centuries old, and no less sharp for it. The armor, it was dull and aged, but in her mind's eye, she could easily see herself wearing it into battle. Even if she thought it would fit on someone else she knew better.
The thought of wearing it caught her for a moment. In another world, could she have been a warrior? She was certainly athletic, the most athletic after Yang, but did that translate to being a good fighter? She’d like to think her hard-work and drive would carry her through it, if it didn’t. It certainly had worked for anything else she put her mind to.
Before she gained her powers, and started attending Beacon, after she felt the pull to come here like the rest of the girls. Pyrrha had been in almost every club she had been introduced to at her old schools in Argus. It had brought her no small amount of fame, as there wasn’t a skill she couldn’t master if she put some effort towards it.
Competition after competition in her childhood, she was unbeaten, golf, tennis, track and field, dance, academic competitions, anything she was put in front of, she mastered and then left, unbeaten, as the Invincible Girl, as the challenge to her was gone. Her talent had brought her no end of attention back in Argus, but there was a part of her that resented that word, talent.
It implied, Pyrrha thought, that she didn’t have to work for it. That she didn’t put effort into it. When she puts in more effort than anyone. Her parents wouldn’t allow for anything less than perfection, as she had to live up to her talent and destiny. It wasn’t out of selfishness, or a need to live out through her, they just wanted Pyrrha to live up to her potential.
When she wanted to study abroad, they were all too happy, at the thought that her potential made her outgrow Argus. She missed that city. But fate called, and she answered. Maybe, her potential was granted to her by destiny, so that she’d be prepared to master these powers? Was life so planned out, though? Pyrrha wasn’t sure, and was less than happy to see that as the case.
The Magic she had, she resented it. She didn’t work for this power, it was thrust upon her. An unwanted gift, that she couldn’t return. It spat at her feet, a score in favor of those that said she didn’t have to work to get results.
Pyrrha’s mind wandered over to her first ‘lost’, to the Shadow Knight. She may not have used the full breath of her power, but the man was the better fighter by far. He was just a man, given no powers, no help, and he fought with a mad passion that she used to have, before she was given what was essentially cheats compared to the rest of the world.. She envied it. That situation, of every mistake being fatal, and still managing to succeed. It made every victory all the more worth it.
What would it be like, if she hadn’t received these powers, and found out about the Grimm? Could she really say that she would have become a warrior like him? Pyrrha wanted to say yes, so very badly, to have a challenge worth taking. But, she’d never know, her destiny lies elsewhere.
Walking forward, her gaze lingered on the armor. She smiled, Jaune would look very dashing in them. He was a fighter too, though, she wasn’t sure what kind. A part of her, admitted, her interest in him was his presence, his demeanor, he put up no illusions around himself. He was entirely Jaune, and was fighting something, though what, she wasn’t sure. She wanted to monopolize that feeling his presence gave her, be the only woman to see his battles, to watch his struggles, failures, and his success. Pyrrha knew it was a sick mindset, but she didn’t care.
Perhaps, (she wasn’t in a club at the moment, and neither was he ,to her knowledge) they could join some sort of club together (Maybe, weapon, or marital arts related?). Something to refine him into something greater, and let her live out that fantasy of the struggle, that want, that drive to succeed against adversity? Sure, he had a size and muscle advantage, but Pyrrha had a drive to succeed and a track record of not losing. Just the two of them together against the world. No magic, no destiny, just raw will and effort.
What a world that could be.
Pyrrha stared at the weapons laid before her, wondering which one would be best suited for her? She used a spear, since she was familiar with javelins from track and field, but couldn’t help but wonder, was something better for her? She’d have to choose one and train, if she ever wanted a rematch against the Shadow Knight to be meaningful. That rematch would happen, she was sure of it, her fate wouldn’t throw a loss against her without a chance to redeem herself, would it?
She sighed, banishing the thoughts. She had a duty to do, returning to searching for any magical buildup, ignoring the minor artifacts that were among the weapons. They were far too weak to be of use to her, or the other girls. Nothing a skilled craftsman, and hedge mage couldn’t make together. Pyrrha was looking for something on level with them, something that could build up enough energy to damage a city, potentially destroy it. Something that could siphon energy from a ley-line.
Pyrrha looked around the room, deciding that there was nothing in here, and moved on. A thought came to her as she was moving, that despite how busy it was earlier, she hadn’t seen anybody in a while. Strange, didn’t people enjoy a good weapons exhibit?
----
In the halls of the museum a man with a white mask walked, poorly, jerkily, as though a puppet controlled by an amateur of the art. One arm would fly out like a lever suddenly pulled down, his legs stiffly sticking out and wobbling, only barely not falling from the odd movements. It was disturbing to watch, and pitiful, as the man clearly wasn’t right in the head. A couple saw him, looking at each other, they were both in the medical field, and went over to help him.
“Sir, are you ok?” The man asked, while his female partner stood next to him. “Do you need any assistance?” The oddly moving man didn’t respond, the man looked at his partner and she nodded, pulling out a scroll to call for help. “Sir, we’re going to call for help, is that ok with you?”
The masked man stopped moving, observed them. Then he jerked his arms out, grabbing both of them by the neck. People around them stopped and stared with horror, as the kind couple were suddenly attacked, no moved to help them. So tight his grasp on their necks, that they couldn’t even call for help.
Something oozed out of his hands, that instead of dripping down his arms, climbed up his hands over the faces of the kind couples. Smothering them under a dense, cold, and unnatural black substance, that suffocated any resistance out of them as they went still.
Screaming came from the crowd, hysteria breaking out, as group think took over and the crowd fled. Many tripped over and were left behind, injured and trampled on, blood and trash left over the floor. The lone standing man there didn’t care, as he dropped the unmoving couple to the ground, uncaringly. He stared at the groaning people on the ground. Red eye beneath a white mask looked at them with alien thoughts.
Behind him, the couple then stood up, but they weren’t breathing. They did not give off any heat either, or heartbeat. They were dead, but they moved, controlled by the black mass that covered them. Red eyes stared around the room.
The people stuck on the ground froze in fear, daring to hope they wouldn’t be noticed by whatever this thing was.
They would have no such luck.
----
Blake felt something was wrong, but couldn’t put her finger on it. The energy buildup she was feeling, it had moved.
Not out of the building, but around the building, like it was moving. Instead of being concentrated, it was being divided. She didn’t like this one bit. Should she call for backup?
She was in the history section, and no one was around, not one soul, either. Hadn’t the museum been packed when she got here? That was when she saw it, a red-headed man pushing a sinisterly familiar bone mask on a couple's face. He saw her too, spinning a mask on a finger, it popping in out of nowhere. A smile on his face.
“Hello dear, how would you like a deal of a lifetime? A free-mask, in return for an undying servitude.”
“I think I’ll pass, it sounds like a bad deal. You should work on your sales pitch.”
“Is that so? Oh well, new offer. I take your freewill, and you get a new purpose in life.”
“Still no, creep.”
“Oh. Well then I’m done offering, I’m giving them away for free now!”
“Ew. No means no.” Blake was backing up, this guy was wrong, on a fundamental level wrong, and he had a magical presence too, that was just evil. She needed to regroup with the others.
The man sprinted at her, mask in hand, Blake dodged into the shadow of a statue, she considered not using her powers, but that would be worse. Molding into the shadows, she vanished.
The masked wielding man stood there, and sighed. “Great, just what I needed, an infestation of magical girls.” He tapped the side of his head. “To my lovely servants, stop whatever your doing.” He took a deep breath. “Kill any dark-haired girls you see, then kill everyone else.”
Roman would not have any interference in his heist, sure he might lose his shiny new servants, but he didn’t need them, they’d carry his essence as long as the mask was on them, and that was all he needed, at least till nightfall. Well, not even that, it just made stealing a whole museum that much easier.
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Semi-Omake - Masked Soldier Arrives!
Melanie looked at her sister. “He took a night off?”
“Weird, right?”
“Is that allowed? Not he doesn’t deserve it, or us, but it feels weird.”
“As his physician, I say, it’s more than deserved.” Amber chimed in.
“So, what are you two going to do tonight?” Vernal asked, flickering through channels, a cup of coffee in hand.
“Well, I’d like to go clubbing for the first time in ages, sounds good Militia?”
Her sister looked unimpressed. “Meh. Not really, they’re not fun anymore.”
“What really?”
“It’s too loud, the music is trash, drinks are overpriced, and frankly, the eye-candy isn’t as nice as here.”
Melanie opened her mouth, but an argument failed to emerge. “Ok, fair. But-”
The door was thrown off its hinges, all four girls ducked. Nothing came, though, it set them on edge.
“What was that?” Vernal had drawn a large handgun, looking alert. “I thought this place was secure?” She looked calm, her eyes piercingly scanning the front door.
“It is!” Militia groused from behind the couch. “Uncle has the whole neighborhood under truce, anybody crazy enough to try would have all of Vale’s Underworld after them, they, their gang, and family, friends, they’d all be reduced to ash!
A window behind exploded, a shield bashing it way through as the man wielding it crashed into the room, then opened fire.
At the ceiling.
Standing there on the coffee table was a tall, slender man wearing the Vale flag over his face with a pair of goggles over his eyes, dressed like he was ready to fight the world and give it his best shot at winning.
“Huh, expected better.” He ducked to the side as a bullet from Vernals big-ass gun shot at him, whizzing. “So, this is what my grand-, I mean apprentice works withs. Not too good.” He muttered.
“Excuse us?!” Melanie screamed. “You break into our home, and say we’re not living up to expectations?!”
The mysterious man nodded. “Exactly.” He pointed at Amber. “I would have shot you first.”
“Why me?”
“Always shoot the medic!”
“That’s a war-crime!”
“Meh. Hasn’t stopped anyone before, nor will it in the future.”
He point at the twins. “Damn, you two need to be more prepared, you are never safe!”
Melanie scowled at him.
Militiades just shrugged in acceptance.
He pointed at Vernal. “You. You do alright, but try to aim better, sweetie.”
A middle-finger was her answer in response.
“Oh, she has gumption! I like that, I’ll put in a good word with my grand- uh, fuck it,” He took off his flag-mask. “You already know who you’re working with, and I’m done with fuckin black ops, I’m your main man’s grandpa!”
Everyone went silent.
“Do you greet everyone by shoot at them?” Militia asked after a moment.
He shrugged. “Ask Jaune.”
The room was silent.
“Anyway, I’m here to fill in for him tonight.”
“Uh, you’re kinda of old.” Melanie filled the silence.
“Yet, I’m still kicking more ass per second than a master crafted custom-made Atlesian ass-kicking machine.” There was no shame in his voice, whatsoever. “Anyway, take it up with Jaune tomorrow, I’m here to train you girls up to standard, and kill a couple Grimm.”
Melanie and Vernal circled him. “Yeah, why don’t we see about that?”
Grandpa Arc shrugged. “Oh well, I’m ready when you girls are.”
The girls fell over in a heap, exhausted. They had tried every cheap-shot and trip to put that old man down, but he knew them, countered them, and used a counter-cheap shot they hadn’t even known had existed, before beating them plain and fair. Jeremiah Arc stood over them with a smile. “Alright, that was a good warmup, let's get to training, and then some light Grimm killing, alright?”
All four of them never felt more terrified of a old man’s smile than at that moment.
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Before I Lost My Sight
"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Yomi & Youko Kurama Event
This event was first held on August 7th, 2020. The story takes place 1,000 years ago, and it is about Yomi's past.
Story: Yomi has now become the youkai that represents Gandara. It is said that he used to be a hot-blooded who also had a ruthless side, a side that would throw his own fellows to the wolves. During the time when he was working as bandit with Kurama, he acted selfishly and encountered a tough yokai...
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"Before I Lost My Sight"
Youkai A: The bandits have escaped! Chase them!
Youkai Kurama: *gasp*! (gasping for air)
Yomi: *puff*
Time goes back 1,000 years. The eyes of Yomi had not yet lost their light.
Kurama was the general, and Yomi was the second in command. Their positions were the exact opposite of what they are now.
The two were eager to make a name for themselves as an emerging force in the Demon World...
(Youko and Yomi's gang is attacked)
Subordinate: Guaah...
Yomi: Damn, you're useless...
Youko Kurama:......
Yomi: Hmph ... Kurama, hurry up.
Yomi was hot tempered and overconfident.
He has sacrificed many of his men, leaving them to die.
Hereafter, the calamity that will befall Yomi is going to drastically change his destiny.
[Yomi and his men head to a castle to rob]
Subordinate A: Yomi-san, are you sure this castle is really safe? Kurama-san also told us not to go there...
Yomi: Hmph, are you scared? Then, you shouldn't come.
Subordinate A: Oh, no ... That's not it...
Ignoring Kurama's restraints, Yomi repeated selfish actions.
Taking any risks, many of his subordinates were sacrificed.
Yomi: Good grief, what a good-for-nothing!
Even when he saw his men losing their lives, he felt nothing. Instead, he even thought they were a burden.
"It wouldn't have changed anything if I had come alone". When he was bustling around the castle with that thought in mind...
*k-ttchk* (sound of metal opening, Yomi falls)
Yomi: Aaargh!!!
Yomi: Damn ... pitfalls, how dare using dirty tricks on me...
Yomi: Huh!
Youkai: Hehehehe.....
Yomi: *gulp*...
Yomi: At this rate, my life...
(Someone attacks the group of youkai)
Youkai: Guaaah...!
Yomi: Yo-you...!
Youko Kurama:......
Youkai Kurama: That personality of yours ... will get you killed someday.
Yomi:.....!
Yomi: He's the general, so what!? If only I hadn't fallen for this trap...
Yomi: Just one more step, and the credit would have been mine!
Yomi: *swallow hard*...
"That personality of yours, will get you killed someday."
He was relieved that he was snatched from the jaws of death. On the one hand, Yomi could not get those words out of his mind.
[Yomi heard about valuable treasures in a certain castle, and...]
Yomi: It seems like valuable treasures have been collected in that castle.
Yomi: Perhaps at this time, news have already spread and other bandits will also come after them.
Yomi: Before that happens, we'll collect them all!
Subordinates: Yes!
Yomi: All right, let's go!
Yomi: ......
Youko Kurama: That personality of yours ... will get you killed someday.
T/N: It seems Yomi can't get Youko's words out of his head. He is lost in his thoughts while his subordinates are trying to call him.
Subordinate B: ...mi-san, Yomi-san!!!
Yomi: Huh...
Subordinate B: If we turn left on this road, the castle will be just around the corner.
Yomi:...I get it.
(After taking the left...)
Yomi: ...There's nothing here.
Yomi: You bastard, aren't we in the wrong place!?
Subordinate C: No, the map shows it this way...
Yomi: Bloody hell, what the hell is going on!?
Subordinate B: Guahhhh!!
(An unknown youkai ??? shows up)
???: Take that!!!
Subordinates: Guahh ... waaahhh!
Yomi: Wha-...
Yomi: What the hell is that monster!?
[Yomi VS Unknown Youkai]
*clash*! (clash of swords)
Yomi: Damn ... urrgh ...!
Yomi: Who the hell are you?!
???: Heh...
???: *Yaahh!* (war-cry)
Yomi: Waaaaahhhh...
Yomi: This guy's power ... he is different from others!
Yomi: I'll be killed at this rate!
Yomi: What do you want!?
*clash*! *clash*!
???: Heh!
???: You're finished!
???: Hyaaah!
Yomi: Ugh...
Yomi: Agghhh!!
[Yomi's eyes were hit, but he manages to inflict damage on the youkai]
Yomi: Urrgh..!
???: Waaahhh!
???:.....
Yomi: Rewar..."Life is more important than a reward"?
Yomi: Wait ... who...
Yomi: Waaah ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Unable to get the truth out of the youkai , Yomi lost his footing and fell from a cliff.
"I have no choice but to wait for help here." Thinking so, he waited for Kurama to appear, but...
No matter how much time passed, he never showed up.
Youko Kurama: That personality of yours ... will get you killed someday.
Yomi: Haha ... at times like this, those words...
Yomi: Kurama ... you are always thinking three steps ahead of everybody else...
*thud* (Yomi collapses)
Yomi: No one came to my rescue. I collapsed from exhaustion.
Yomi: And that's how I lost my eyesight.
[After 1,000 years / Present-Day]
Yomi: How are you feeling?
Youkai who blinded Yomi: *puff puff*, *puff puff*, *puff puff*...
Youkai who blinded Yomi: Ki-kill ... me...
Yomi: Hmph.
Yomi: I finally managed to catch you. I won't kill you so easily...
Youkai who blinded Yomi: Ugh ... *puff puff*, *puff puff*
Youda: Yomi-sama.
Yomi: What is it?
Youda: It's almost time for the council of war.
Yomi: I see, is it that late already? We have to go immediately.
Youda: Yes. Well then, this way.
Yomi: Aah, yes.
Yomi: Despite being attacked by a youkai, I never gave up hope of living. Finally, I built up my own country.
Yomi: Thanks to the loss of my sight, I am able to see things I couldn't see before.
Yomi: I have come to repent of my own stupidity. The only ambition I have left is to unify the Demon World, nothing more.
Yomi: My lost light, it continues illuminating my path.
Yomi: Before the light dims ... I will definitely make my ambition come true.
-THE END-
I wish we knew more about Youko's past. It's sad that the Yu Yu Hakusho series didn't focus so much on the other characters like HunterxHunter does.
That personality of yours ... will get you killed someday. I love when Youko says that in a very cold way. His voice actor, Shigeru Nakahara, did a wonderful job. Young Yomi had a very selfish look on his face, I prefer older Yomi, he's more beautiful too.
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i watched girl interrupted because of your post and id love to hear more about the au, it sounds very neat!!
GLADLY first of all. You're Welcome. Secondly
I dont think my AU would stray very far from how things pan out in the original movie. BC Komaeda (at her worst) would be as volitile as Lisa is in the movie. I'd like to think that something that changes maybe is if I have Nanami as Jaime, it'd be her suicide that properly pushes Komaeda over the edge. I don't like to fridge Nanami like that though, but i unfortunately also think it works, esp. w/ their relationship being sort of similar in canon as to that. If Komaeda had or believed she had some sort of hand in her death too- AGGHH I think perhaps Komaeda wouldn't attempt to escape as often as Lisa does in the film. If she did, it'd just be to see if she /could/ do it rather than a genuine attempt at escape. Whereas Lisa believes that she doesnt belong there, and thats adds to why she wont get better, Komaeda would believe its safer that she is there, so wont work to get better bc she wants to stay there bc she likes the comfort in being ill.
I actually spoke about this w/ @/biteattack, and biteattack made the differentiation as where Lisa is very loud and charming, but Komaeda would be a lot quieter w/ her manipulation. Their relationship would basically pan out exactly like it did in the first chapter of SDR2, with Hajime trusting Komaeda without realising she's playing right into her hands. Much like Susanna, Hajime wouldn't believe there was anything wrong w/ her. Hajime would also have BPD in this AU, but her symptoms would be a lot more prominent than Susanna's in the film (there is a whole side argument to be had here over whether Susanna in the film actually had bpd. Many ((including the irl Susanna who wrote the book)) believe that it was a mis-diagnosis just due to the time-period it all occured in.) But while inside, Hajime would find an understanding and peace there that she never found anywhere else. ESPECIALLY from Komaeda. Hajime would attach herself to Komaeda instantly, both from Komaeda wanting that to happen and also because, just like in canon, Hajime wants to understand Komaeda so she can better understand herself. But she wouldn't realise that Komaeda's behaviour towards her is actively making her worse.
Ofc, bc its me, I can't help but add Mikan into the mix and make her relationship w/ Komaeda rocky and hateful as Fuck. Komaeda would probably help Hinata escape bc Komaeda would convince Hinata htat theres nothing wrong w/ her (<wrong) and that she SHOULD get out. Komaeda would be so jealous of Mikan bc she got out, and would be spiteful as fuck bc she'd see Mikan as someone who needed to be kept inside, and would not understand why she would be allowed to live so freely and think she was delusional, nad would (just like in the film) rile her up enough that she'd kill herself and AGH- I HATE THEM
The biggest betrayl would be when Komaeda realises that Hajime is actively trying to get better, just like in the film. Komaeda would see it as a personal slight, I think. But underneath it all would be jealousy. That'd be the centre of Komaeda's character, and hope would be the centre of Hinata's.
It's highly toxic and doomed. 0 happy endings. Hinata would visit Komaeda and paint her fingernails red, just like at the end of the movie.
That;s just me spitting off the top of my head and from what me and biteattack talked about. HONESTLY this all started just because I think Lisa and fem!Komaeda are the exact same flavour of sexy HJOAOHUROEGHOUETHOTEOHTH. I haven't watched the movie in a while, so its just from what I remember too. I think Yukizome would be Nurse Owen, and Monomi could be one of the other nurses bc i think thats cute and silly >u< It's not well thought out, its mostly vibes. I could iron out the mess and maybe one day i'll write something short for it but for now i have other projects I want to focus on.
IM SO HAPPY MY STUPID POST I MADE WHEN I WAS BORED IN WORK MADE U WATCH THAT FILM THO ITS SO GOOD!!!!!! if ur further interested in it, the book is rlly easy to read too, and a lot more grounded in reality. It goes more into what Kaysen's mental illness really presented like. The film skips over a LOOTT of it. Ofc, its no where near as explosive or exciting as the movie,but they had to ramp up the stakes and characters and such to make a cohesive story out of it. But i'd still rlly recommend reading the book!
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have you ever thought about what academy!scara might look like? at first I envisioned him to take a more grunge route like this artists vision on twt (I love their work sm, u should def check them out!!) but then I re-read some of your academy mini-posts and headcanons and I'm not sure if this academy!scara would fit the grunge look 🤔 mainly because u mentioned in one of your older posts that he's very organized, so I imagine he'd also be organized with his appearance? especially if he's internally competing with ei, so he probably wants to dress nice as a way to feel like hes achieving in something??? or maybe he doesn't care for his appearance and only his grades?? AGGHH I JUST DONT KNOW!! idk how he would dress 😕 I have some ideas for the others, again basing some of them off Noah's own high-school au, but I just can't figure scara out 😭
but what do u think?? about scara? or any of the other boys/girls in the academy au? I know for the most part they'd be wearing uniforms but plsss I need your input on what u think they'd wear outside of school 🙏
scara is pretty much affiliated with one of the mst powerful families in teyvat, so he can't exactly come out wearing grunge and have the gossip articles making stuff up 😅 his wardrobe consists of slim silhouettes, casual enough to make him look like he's not actually trying hard, but respectable enough that you still take him seriously.
zhongli and diluc definitely love those tight vests (tho once upon a time they were super into the baggy pants look). kaeya is a tease and goes for the plunging necklines, or he'll just say 'fuck it' and never button up his shirts
xingqiu dresses like a sick victorian boy on the daily, not because he likes it, but cuz he's not allowed to choose his clothes. the twins are very trendy and casual, which is in line with their 'gram popularity. gotta look pretty 24/7 if they wanna rack up the likes.
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hi mon amour 💌 i thought abt u earlier and i wanted to check in (also because i miss interacting with you T_T) ! how was your day today? i hope it went really well for you sweetie + i wanted to say you that you are such an sweet person and i see you interacting with people and it just u know reminds me how rare genuinely kind people are and you happen to be someone who touches people with kindness and i just think that alone is so beautiful \(//∇//)\ i also really wanted to say how much it means to me and probably to others how you make your blog a place where they feel included! im sorry to dump all of this on u and you dont have to reply at all but recently i feel like theres no place for me anywhere u know? and im not sad about it most of the time but it gets to me u know?? and it just makes me really fucking happy to be seen and not criticized for it? i dont know im just really sappy rn and i wanted to tell you that i really really like your blog and i really like you as a person (even if this is just a silly little blog you made with the intention of entertaining not comforting) 🐾 again i hope you had a great day today and i hope all the days for you will be filled with happiness for you because you seriously deserve nothing less (◞‸◟) take care of yourself and make sure to get plenty of rest !!!!!!!!!!!!! i heart u gabi 💭💭💭
love 🎀 anonie
hi my baby i miss u too !!!! i did have a pretty good day other than the thunderstorm -_- n i hope you had a great day as well! this is the sweetest thing ive ever received seriously :( im goin to cry!!!! agghh your words means more to me than u cld ever know n im so happy im able to make u feel a lil bit better!!! im always always always here for u for whatever u need, ‘kay? dont ever worry ab being criticized here bc i promise i will never do that :( n i will do my very best to always make u feel good n happy!!!!!!!! i love you soso very much you mean the world to me n im so sorry you feel like theres nowhere for u but i promise that you’ll always have a lil place in my heart!!!!!!!!!!! and on my blog of course i love u dearly :( pls take care of urself as well angel!!!!! kissing u so very hard rn ur soso kind and so loving and i hope you know ur always welcome here!!!!!!!! pls dont ever hesitate to reach out when u need something, sweetheart! i love u most n im always rooting for u!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AGGHH lately I’ve been so stressed with my computer, I’ve been trying to work on my lil sims series for months and I’ve finally written out what I wanted to do with the story and the characters laid out but storage was a problem because I couldn’t run my game. So my lovely amazing partner bought me a 2t external hard drive, and once I figured out how to get it to work and get my game to download through there… my EA account asks me to verify an old email I don’t have access to anymore. Which was a very glass breaking moment because of all the memories and saved file and all of the extra stuff I bought basically went down the toilet teehee and reaching out to costumer support didn’t do anything. So I decided to open a new account and bought half the expansions/dlc/ game packs I used to have. At that point I was pretty much over it cause I couldn’t do much more about that, so I went and filled the void with mods/cc but after I tried to open my game none of it show up! Wow so awesome!🙃🥳
So after that I kinda gave up on even playing the game until I solved that issue. To be honest I’m not an expert on solving anything but I will try to solve my computer problems on my own with the help of YouTube so I spent weeks trying to solve the mod problem and when I finally figured out how to make my mods run through my hard drive a demon lord fucks with me again. So that night while I was sleeping, my laptop charger melted and burned while I fell asleep!😚no wonder I smelt burnt plastic, but I really thought it was my dream and that it was just so vivid, my senses were awakened.. Anyways, while I save money to buy a new charger I’m just gonna keep working on the story and taking my sweet time with it, or maybe do something else if that’s what the universe wants me to do. Sorry for the long rant, but I just had to get it out my brain. I might do character polls and introduction to characters and might ask you guys to vote for adventures the party will go through to make it a lil bit interactive.
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I feel you so much on the last part!! You took the words right out my mouth man, I feel as though a lot of Victoria's problems can be chalked up to how explosive and how turbulent she actually is past the kindness and the gentle nature she puts on and how people react to it; the game doesn't address it, the characters don't address it and it feels so agghh... It feels really bad, especially when she's completely miserable for like the second half of the game (Post-Kiki, pre-Marshadow iirc). Like, I don't want her to feel as though she has to keep those explosive emotions of hers pent up. And, with how the game tied up her arc, it feels like she can't ever really break free from that disconnection of understanding her own survivor's guilt and the actions/responsibilities that results from it T_T Even more-so that the characters themselves just tell her to "let go" or whatever, and she's just like "Okay," despite how deep her emotions actually go!!
She doesn't have an outlet to really let these types of things out, not when most of the characters disregard her vitriol and anger and everything that contrasts with the facade she's built. I completely understand that Forgiveness is one of the biggest themes in Reborn, but sometimes, I feel as though it does a disservice to the characters in the game. (Looking at Laura xd)
So many thoughts, I don't mind the replies by the way! I love talking about Victoria Marlow to... pretty much anyone. It sucks that she gets side-lined by both the game AND the majority of the community, haha. I stay as a Victoria Marlow trooper until the end of time, though. It's been like, what, 2 years since I finished Reborn? I still really like Victoria Marlow, she is such an interesting specimen.
so saaad that we don’t see Victoria for ever bc I want to talk to her I want to see her I want to force people to think about her atlas complex which basically puppets her from the inside out and forces her into situations that benefit neither others nor her for how much she is ignoring the core of her being to instead pedestal her ingrained sense of responsibility for burdens that were never hers or never should’ve been dumped on her in the first place & how the way she views herself has turned her from “Victoria” into an avatar of mediation and sensibility that she feels obligated to perpetuate because sh
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Last Saturday
Smosh
Damien x Reader
1,090 wordcount
No warnings, just more Smoffice™ fluff
Last Damien fic! This was def an extended quarantine project for me and I had a lot of fun trying something new :) I more than appreciate all the love I’ve gotten in likes, reblogs, comments, and asks! Perhaps I’ll be back in the future with a different person. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!!!
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Damien eyes you up and down with amusement as you work at your desk, your foot bouncing along to your “Get Sh!t Done” playlist while you try to concentrate on the screen in front of you. Your hand idly taps a pencil to the beat and your head begins to bop along to the music starting to take over your thoughts.
Nothing would have been able to throw off your groove until you met Damien’s gaze. Your mini jam session slows to a halt as you look up, finding a wide smile and eyes that - while encouraging you to go on - made you self-conscious enough to stop. It wasn’t any easier having a hot guy stare at you, even if he was your boyfriend.
“Aw, why’d you stop?” Damien asks gently with a hint of mischief in his tone. “A few more songs and I think you would have been dancing like you did on Saturday.” He nonchalantly takes leave from his desk and gives you a quick peck on the forehead before slipping behind you to grab a cup of coffee. The feeling from his words and his lips on your temple leaves your cheeks blushed and your body warm. Thank goodness no one else is in here right now.
“You know what, regardless of what I did or did not do on Saturday, I don’t think you should be proclaiming that around the office” you retort, in only the smallest of annoyances. It was rare that either of you went out, much less stayed out, to party - but Courtney’s birthday was a special exception. And maybe things got a little more exciting than you cared to remember...but that doesn’t mean he gets to say anything about it. “Besides,” you calmly posit under a small smile, “I think I can recall a certain someone moving like a mid-40s, suburban father of three on the dance floor and crashing like one when we got home ‘cause he can’t handle his liquooorrr.” Your sing-songy teasing causes a tinge of red to appear under Damien’s collar as he rolls his eyes.
“Agghh alright true,” he concedes with a smile as he pulls up behind you with one hand on your shoulder. “Buuuut,” he continues while lowering his face to speak softly into your ear, “as much as I’m hearing you loved my dancing, I can bet you I definitely loved your moves more.” His entire presence seems to be whisked away as his voice and touch leave you, sitting back down at his desk and giving you a wink that makes you want to melt before diving right back into his work. Well somebody’s in a rare mood today...I’m not complaining...there’s just no way I’ll be able to get anything done now...
You fidget with your pencil and try your hardest to focus on editing. With nothing nearly as inspiring hitting you as hard as Damien’s comment, you decide to take a quick break to regain your headspace.
“I think I’m gonna go get a snack from the other room, do you want anything?” you ask him as you stand up to leave.
“I’ll actually be there in a bit cause I need to grab some stuff, so I can get it myself. But thanks, I’ll be right behind you.” He smiles at you brightly and you nod in response before teasing him more.
“Ugh, why you so obsessed with me?” you ask with a dramatic eye roll and a playful smile. You can hear him pity laugh at your half-joke as you walk down the hall to the other room.
Relieved at the chance to take a break and regroup, you begin to peruse your food options while the song playing in your earbuds from before makes its way back into your consciousness. Moving a bit to the music you take your pick of what’s left on the breakfast table, making sure to mind your head of the cabinets above you. And as promised, Damien strolls in almost immediately with a packet of papers in hand.
“Oh my god, Damien! How long has it been, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You flash a huge smile that nearly covers the trespass of that worn joke. Damien, thankfully in his good graces, replies accordingly.
“Oh my god (y/n)! I think it’s been the longest, barely 2 minutes of my life!” You both give each other tired smirks and you marvel at how hard he works on his comedy (and is genuinely the funniest person you know) and yet still indulges your lowbrow antics. “I finally finished my notes on this script so it’s time to crack open a cold one!” he says as he makes his way over to where you are.
“Good on you babe” you reply with general contentment that he remains so hot and so diligent. Still feeling the music flow through you and focused on which doughnut to get, you barely notice Damien’s muscular arm reaching over your head until you feel him tightly pressed right up behind your bent posture.
“Sorry babe it’s a bit of a squeeze, I just need to get into this cabinet....you don’t have to stop doing what you’re doing though.” The drop in his voice causes a brief horror to cross your face as you finally realize why this positioning felt so familiar:
Saturday.
The fear of anyone else in the office witnessing more than they did on that night jerks you upright, sending your head crashing into the cabinet above. Your body moves backwards in response to the blow, taking Damien down too, as you fall into him and he collapses on to the chair that forced the tight space in the first place. Holding your head, you find yourself sat on his lap with him grasping your waist, catching you. “Oh my gosh babe, are you okay???” The concern in his voice is matched with his hands turning you around, steadying you with one and gingerly feeling your forehead and scalp with the other.
“Goddamn….yeah, I’m fine” you sigh into a small chuckle as you struggle a bit to find your footing. Damien laughs with you and (and a little bit at you) but doesn’t let go and makes sure to watch your balance. You reassure him with a smile and he walks with his arm around you back to your desks.
Before you bite into your doughnut and resume work Damien quips, “Juuust like Saturday, huh babe?”
“Yeah,” you laugh, “just like Saturday.”
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do you think the flesh beast creatures would have their own unique abilities? or would they just be differentiated by size and color and stuff?
AGGHH EXPLODES. THANKYOU FOR LETTING MY TALK ABOUT MY CREECHERS.
under the cut bc this is long but I LOVE THEM.. none of this is exactly spoilers this is just stuff it goes into in the story explained in more detail ^_^
OK! SO. the thing about these beasts. hangon copying and pasting from some chats here because I cant explain them better than I have previously:
" !!YEAH EXACTLY. THEY CAN MIMIC VOICES. ANY VOICE THEYVE HEARD. THEY INTENTIONALLY STALK SOMEBODY BEFORE KILLING THEM SO THEY CAN HEAR THEM SPEAK AND COPY IT AND UGHHHH "
" im not gonna spoil anything but the scariest part of these monsters is theyre not just killing for food or survival with animal intelligence. theyre entirely sapient and are knowingly hunting their target with methods they know they'll fall for via observation.. I may or may not adore my own monster concept.
Meaning theyre absolutely smart enough to do things like. open doors (if the weird sludge form they took has proper parts to mess with a lock). replicate the voice of somebody it knows the target trusts. again, stalk for days beforehand to know exactly what it needs to do. imagine trying to fight against something that's intelligent as a person, if not more because of hivemind, and has been observing all your weaknesses for days. rest in peace "
"it's very cool in concept! and the thing is theyre not just mimicking what they've heard to garner trust (though it still sounds a bit off because clearly most of them don't have the proper parts to vocalize), they can understand and form sentences from what they've heard somebody say too.. so eg if you ask it to say something specific to verify its not just parroting it will say it back to you (as long as its heard the sounds to replicate). still not entirely convincing bc again its off, esp if they haven't heard the proper noises to replicate a word, but its VERY convincing from, say, a distance.. if youre not paying attention.. if youre in enough distress to believe its whoever theyre replicating.. etc. which is an incredible feat of 'nature' and is cool as fuck. but also HORRIFYING "
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" YEAH!! not all of them are like that like I said, its actually bc of a specific thing about that character it was about but.. it can kindof fuck with your body however it wants to. repurposes your biological material for itself yknow "
(about beast process->) " I DONT HAVE IT FULLY DEVELOPED YET. However. the general thought is that theyre basically dead and having their body used, but.. it's like some greater organism that consumes you and uses your bits to remake other things with the knowledge it gained from Absorbing You. so technically your brain is still there. just part of a greater hivemind now in a different way. its horrifyingly intelligent and replicates new creatures from the slop.. or atleast begins to transform you once you're way too deep in the " my skin is falling off im dying " stage to recover so it just slides on in and slurps up your melted flesh and starts to reconstruct you "
" basically yeah you're dead its just using your flesh and the basic structure of your body but your mind is still kindof there in a way through the knowledge it has 👍 your consciousness isnt there with it, whoever it takes is GONE but. "
" I mean it doesn't really melt you its more rapid infection and necrosis of the flesh so that your shape falls away away and is no longer stable so it can take over and change into something else and attempt to replicate what was there before but. yknow "
" it makes a convincing deer! somebody goes out to photograph wildlife and sees this thing and stops to take a picture and then its fucking face tears open the second it notices him and its form unravels entirely. its intelligent enough to actively hunt and trick you and thats exactly what it's doing "
+ this post
THATS ALOT. But basically I just set it down bc these things all share those few central important traits bc otherwise they're not exactly 1 group of beasts! there's multiple. and it spreads. TLDR shared traits:
Can spread the beasting through fluids/bites (think rabies), and Creech other things with it
(But don't have to creech things! sometimes they just eat)
Technically a hivemind. Stored knowledge from everything they've killed like a library. They can't exactly read the minds of eachother when separated into different creatures, but from the Goop..
HORRIFICALLY intelligent, fully sapient and possibly even sentient depending on beast
Can manipulate their own anatomy when Creeched due to being able to melt and reform flesh (though their mass stays generally the same, they can't randomly get LARGER unless they absorb another thing). It takes time of course, theyre still ripping and changing and liquefying flesh and bone, its not instant. but they can still do it
Able to mimic voices they've heard. Cant speak on their own, they need to have heard a voice to replicate (usually the one of the person it originated from
Are we on the same page. ok COOL. So, even with that, theyre not all exactly the same. They won't turn into the same gorebeast every single time- their appearance varies based off " host "- as well as alot of other traits. they won't solve situations the exact same way, may develop different hunting strategies best suited to their appearance, etc etc..
For example: take whoever became a BEAST was very intelligent. that monster would display that same extreme intelligence and thinking, despite no longer being them. it just might be used in different ways. And with that varying intelligence comes the difference between their natural survival instinct as a living thing vs actual sapience extending into sentience.
The sapience doesn't exactly MEAN super extreme intelligence: it's just learning and wisdom. Knowing something and acting based off that. It doesn't exactly mean it's capable of feelings and EXTREME critical thought (despite also being able to think)
+ with different physical appearances (i usually based the beasts off of something correlating to their stand ^_^) comes different kinds of uses of their anatomy/abilities that others may not have or think of. it's not like MAGIC, its like strategy and conforming to their own anatomy , and they can't exactly do something impossible (go invisible, breathe fire) but they can certainly develop things other beasts wouldn't have depending on what they became during transformation and their own specific thought.
EG: one might learn to camouflage in some way or learn stealth hunting strategies + change their own anatomy to be better suited. Like developing soft pads on the feet to move silently. or if their body was severely damaged, ripping and cracking their own ribs out of place to hold their own organs in for safety and even reforming their own peritoneum so they aren't just spilling out, vulnerable.. yknow!
Their forms usually remain vaguely humanoid in some way, due to building up off the appearance of the thing they've consumed and taken and changing it, but it can be intensely graphic in different ways for that reason. And sometimes the mutations can occur without reason in rotting and melting away their host to cause the process to go faster (eg: skin splitting open and folding back down to bone, having flesh tendrils somewhere)... just happens.
+ considering theyre still a living thing, they need guts to function. and will even actively attempt to reform them or make new ones as backup from the viscera theyre made up of... they'll stop the life functions of whatever they've taken and just start them over immediately and replace organs (eg brain, any important vital bit) they've dissolved before going anywhere.. have a screenshot for this too actually
SO I hope that answers the question kindof.. theyre not all exactly the same they vary! in different incredibly gruesome disturbing ways! general size and ability just comes down to what they believe will work (and sometimes it doesnt)
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i'm Still experiencing a lot of difficulty conceptualizing this fic of mine i wanna write... like, for the moment at least, i've lost a lot of the inspiration i had to even Want to write a story. idek what i'm doing w it anymore agghh it sucks!!!!
however... i think i might have found a number one motivator out of all the reasons why i want to do this fic. and THAT is bc i keep getting bummed the FUCK out every night when i hop into the sskk tag on ao3 for a nice bedtime story bc ppl just. keep writing aku in ways that i really fucking hate!! lmao like PLEASE OMG... it's hard for me to look forward to my reading sessions bc it's just so goddamn easy to read a shitty fic where my faves are characterized in all the wrong ways!! even tho... ok i Am kind of. picky about how aku specifically is portrayed bc yeah i do like him on the softer side and i think that already puts me in a noticeable minority in the fandom... and then i only make matters worse bc i always only ever want aku to be autistic-coded and a huge dork and a kind sweetheart and sexually submissive and a turbo virgin and a crybaby and etc etc etc. so lmao okay i Am just making this hard on my own.
BUT!!!!!! THAT'S WHYYYY WRITING MY OWN FIC IS IMPORTANT!!! i can write aku just the right way and hhh... already just the Thought of being able to create more stories w this kind of aku is like... it's like looking at a beautiful sunrise... just over the horizon... is everything i've ever loved and wanted... i just have to reach out...!!!! AND FUCKING WRITE SOME FIC!!!!!!! 😤😤😤💓💓💓
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