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idwt-money · 9 months ago

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Love triangle pt. 2

MDNI

thank you to this anon for this idea!

Series Description: reader is polyamorous and in a relationship with Nicholas, when Noah replaces the lead singer of the band, reader catches feelings!

3k words, Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: protected sex, fingering (fem rec), handjob, dirty talk

i do want to add that i did my best to research for this series, but if i got something wrong, PLEASE let me know so i can correct myself!

i imagine younger Noah for this one 🤗

the love that blossomed between you and Noah wasn't as slow burning as it was with Nicholas. it was rather quick paced, actually.

you and Noah had met when your boyfriends band had to acquire a new lead singer. the previous singer had gotten cocky, claiming it was “his band” and he knew best. the remaining 3 boy had voted him out and the decision was made.

within 4 days, Noah was knocking on Nicholas’ front door.

“hi, um..i'm here for…this.” he held up a flyer that the band had put all around town.

“ah! sick! right this way man!!” Nicholas said, being excited. Nicholas showed him around to the garage they would be practicing in later that day.

“usually before we practice, the garage door is wide open so feel free to come in and get set up. but, for now we can just chill since it's only..” Nicholas checked his phone, looking at the time. “3:30ish and we start at 5.”

Noah nodded, following your boyfriend into the kitchen. Nicholas pulled a chilled beer out of the fridge for himself, offering Noah one, which he gladly accepted.

Nick: hey my love! going to start practice soon, got this new singer we're gunna try out. wanna come listen?

y/n: yes obvi!! be over soon <3

you got ready in about 15 minutes, finally making your way over to your beloved boyfriend's house.

it was a rather short walk, you were thankful the weather bestowed its good graces on you, you wouldn't have walked if it was too hot.

you knew Nicholas’ back door was never locked. you entered and made your way to the garage, only after getting yourself a hard seltzer out of his fridge.

as you opened the door, Folio, Jolly and Nicholas greeted you with hugs.

you took little notice to the tall, partially tattooed man in front of the mic. you were too fixated on Nicholas to care. your focus was pulled away when he introduced the two of you.

you took a long once over of Noah, Nicholas’ words not even registering as he spoke.

Noah was…not what you expected. over the phone, Nicholas made him sound like some longer haired loser. in actuality, he was sex personified.

his hair fell over his forehead, he had a dermal piercing on his cheekbone, he was tall and pretty lanky, and his tattoos poked out every which way they could through his tank top.

your eyes snapped back up to his eyes and he greeted you with a friendly handshake. you couldn't lie to yourself, he did look nerdy, but it worked so well for him.

you took a seat on the couch, as they started, everyone was anticipating Noah's performance. he seemed like he would do well but you could tell his nerves were getting at him.

Nicholas explained the song to him, point to parts on the part, showing where the chorus would start and so on.

the sythn-ish sounds started to play out of the speakers and you locked in. after about 30 seconds, Noah had seemed to forget all about his nervousness and absolutely demolished the song. his screams straight away sent shocked looked to all 4 of you.

as the song got to the middle of it, Noah's blegh sent shivers up and down your spine. the boys gave each other stunned facial expressions.

the song came to and end and the boys exploded in cheers.

“holy shit! i did not expect that out of you!!” Folio said as he dapped Noah up.

Noah said his thanks, blushing at the praise.

they did a full set with their shiny new toy, enjoying how well Noah was able to control his voice. his breath control was out of this fucking world and it all seemed to so naturally to him.

your head swooned as you watched him. a part of you felt a ping on guilt in your heart. you didn't know how Nicholas would feel actually living out a polyamorous relationship.

it made you queasy to think about. of course nothing was official. shit, you hardly knew the man, what were you thinking? you could silently appreciate him, without making it weird or awkward for anyone involved.

they started playing “broken youth” which was one of your favorites off of the album and you were beyond excited to see how Noah took his spin on it.

needless he was breathtaking with it. you didn't notice how shitty the last guy made it sound now that you were hearing it how it was meant to be sung.

the band finished and you yourself gave Noah well deserved praise. you gave him a hug and boasted about his performance.

“you were fucking sick! amazing vocals on this one, boys!” you said the second half to the men behind Noah.

as you gave Noah a hug, his arms instinctively wrapped around you, feeling like they could protect you against anything. he was warm and inviting. his cologne filled your senses and you swore that was the moment you fell for him. it seemed too natural.

you pulled away, a slight blush making itself known to your cheeks, which led you to pull yourself away from him, you didnt speak much to him the rest of the night until the rest of the boys got tired and crashed on Nicholas’ couches/spare beds.

“well, im going to head off to bed, my love, but feel free to sneak in with me anytime.” Nicholas winked and gave you a small peck to your lips before heading off to bed himself.

silence filled the room for a few second, which to you, felt like forever, before you spoke up.

“how did you learn to do that? scream so well?” you were genuinely curious and it didn't hurt to get to know the guy since he was now in your boyfriend's band.

“well, i wish i could tell you but it came pretty natural to me. i messed around with some of my favorite bands sounds one day and kind of just…discovered? i guess, that i could do it.”

you engaged in the conversation by nodding and giving small “mhm"s while he spoke.

“it did take a little practice here and there to get my voice to what it is now. but, yeah most of it was natural talent i guess” he chuckled at the end of his sentence. your heart swooned at the tiny lisp he had when he pronounced his S's.

“how about you? do you sing or anything?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he took a sip of his water.

“yeah, i sing here and there. mostly in the car or the shower. but, i have been playing bass since like, forever.” a smile plastered onto your face as you spoke to him.

something about Noah enticed you so much, he seemed like a man with man secrets and you wanted to learn them all.

the night went on and on, it was now almost 1am, you could say you had gotten to know Noah pretty well within the couple hours you had talked to him.

“well, i think i should head home.” he said as he stood up.

“yeah, i think i should get to bed too. here, i'll show you out.”

he followed you through the house, giggling everytime Jolly snored on the couch in Nicholas's livingroom. you walked out with Noah, not wanting your goodbyes to wake up the drunken man on the couch.

you gave Noah a hug once more to finish the night off, Noah's hands linger on your waist. you couldn’t help yourself. it felt like there was a magnetic pull working on you and Noah, enchanting his soft, pink lips towards yours.

Noah, not thinking, put a hand on your face, closing the kiss. it was a bit weird in a general aspect, thinking about how you just met him today. but to you both, it felt so natural.

just as you went to deepen the passion in the kiss, Noah pulled away, a frantic look making its presence known in his eyes.

“oh my god- i didn't- oh fuck! Nicholas is-” he started to panic as the realization set in for him.

“Noah! Noah please can you just-” your words weren't registering in his brain, they were barely entering his ears.

“fuck! i just got this spot in the band-” his fingers pushed their way his long hair.

you pushed against his chest to get his attention.

“fucking listen to me! god!” your voice was ridden with annoyance.

“i'm not cheating on Nick, he knows i love him, but i'm poly. Nick knows this.” you gave a brief explanation, his face utterly confused.

“wha-”

“look, my house is that one over there, you don't have practice tomorrow so come over around 12 and i'll explain.” you pointed to a house further in the distance.

you didn't wait for his response, rather just turning around and getting in bed with your boyfriend.

you were genuinely surprised when Nicholas’ arms wrapped around you and his words flowed through the walls of the room.

“i saw you looking at Noah.”

your stomach dropped. you knew Nicholas knew, but its your first time having a boyfriend and genuinely being interested in someone else.

“i-..um yeah.” your voice was low, not knowing what to expect out of this conversation.

“i don't know- um…how-” you tried to get your words out but the lump in your throat seemed to catch your words.

“i'm not mad at you, baby. i knew what i was getting into when i asked you out, i don't regret it either. it might take some time getting used to, but i'm not mad.” his words were soothing to you. the tears that were threatening to spill, thankfully dispersed as your boyfriend spoke.

“we kissed.” your words were so quiet you weren't sure if he heard you.

“what?”

“we kissed. i walked him out and it kind of just…happened.”

it was quiet for a few moments.

“oh. well…i think i'd like some heads up? if possible?” Nicholas chuckled and closed his eyes, getting comfortable once more.

“yeah. i'll give you a heads up...if possibem” a soft smile spread like butter against your lips as you both fell asleep.

the next day, you woke up around 9am. very, very early considering the time you went to bed last night. you figured it was your nerves getting to you, knowing you'd be one on one with Noah again later today.

you ate breakfast with the 3 boys and watched some tv, you were having a good time, yet your mind drifted away every so often thinking about Noah and what you would say to him.

Noah: omw

read at 11:43AM

“hey, guys. i'm going to head home. i need to go feed the cats and lucy.” you smiled as you gathered your things.

“okay, baby. be safe, see you later.” you pecked Nicholas’ lips before heading out.

you somewhat hustled back to your house, not knowing exactly how much time you had to get ready.

quickly, you fed your two cats and your dog. afterwards you made yourself more presentable.

three knocks on your door and you were panicking. you opened the door and your heart fluttered at the sight.

“come in.” you smiled, hoping your anxiety wasn't too noticeable…

your orange maine coon instantly came up and rubbed himself against Noah's leg. Noah closed the door behind him and chuckled as he knelt down to pet him.

“i love cats.”

“that's eddie. he's very friendly with new people. that's lucy.” you pointed to your pomeranian who was laying on her doggy bed with a pink bow in her hair.

“and woody is around here somewhere.”

“woody? like the toy story character?” Noah smiled, standing back up.

“no, like wood. he's a havana brown, so it kind of made sense.”

as on time, woody made his appearance down the hallway, walking back and forth, not too sure on the tall man standing in the door way.

you both took a seat on the couch and you slowly, thoroughly explained what was going on with you and your boyfriend.

“i'm polyamorous. which means i can feel desire or romance for more than one person at a time.” you looked up at him, trying to read his face.

”does Nicholas know..?”

“yes, 100%.”

you explained to him that you had told Nicholas that you were polyamorous long ago before you started dating. you had discovered your sexual identity right after you graduated highschool.

Noah listened to you as you rambled on.

“i ended up telling him we kissed last night. he wasn't mad but he did say he would appreciate a heads up next time.”

it took a while for Noah to understand and grasp the concept. it wasn't a completely new concept to him. he had heard of it before but he had never actually met someone who happened to be polyamorous.

it was a lot for him to take in, but slowly he felt better about the “events” that had taken place last night.

“y/n..i think i really like you. which is so completely fucking weird because i just met you like yesterday.” he was looking down at his hand, picking at his nails.

“i feel the same..but i think it's best to just…take it slow. no labels yet. just us as two individuals seeing where it goes.”

Noah nodded, agreeing with the idea.

“can i kiss you again?” his voice was soft, not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable. but, you of course said yes.

your lips connected to one another's and it was full of passion and need, drastically different from the one you shared last night.

Noah effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. his kisses trailed down your neck, placing soft, wet kisses all over. you had barely noticeable hickies left from Nicholas that Noah had no problem kissing over.

his hands made their way down your curves and onto your ass. Noah kneaded at your skin as your hands found their way into his hair. soft moans were heard from both of you Noah seemed almost scared to progress in what you both silently consented to, so you took control.

you grabbed his hand and gently guiding it into your panties, letting his cold fingers glide through your now progressing wetness. after a couple swirls around your clit he plunged his fingers into your cunt.

your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled back, his fingers hit new spots inside of you that you could have never found by yourself.

his fingers worked magic inside you while his thumb toyed at your clit, making delicate circles.

you took it into your own hands to release his aching cock from his skinny jeans. emo fuck.

you spit into your hand and started to pump your hand up and down. Noah did the same as you, mouth in a perfect “O” shape and let his head fall on the back of the couch, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

his fingers were now alternating between fucking into you and giving your achey clit attention. you were approaching your climax.

“fuck, your hand feels so much better than mine.” Noah moaned out, a little chuckled at the end.

“you think my hand is good? wait until you feel my pussy. so warm and tight.” you said between broken moans and whines.

Noah found the perfect spot within you and it sent you spiraling. your orgasm overtook you in white, hot, burning pleasure.

you fell forward into Noah's chest, letting your body twitch and wither in his grasp. he slowly took his fingers out, licking them clean. when you came down and could once again breathe properly, he asked

“can you go again, hm?” his voice was saturated with lust. you nodded, eager to feel his cock.

“do you have a condom?”

you hopped off his lap, rushing to your bedside table to grab one.

once you got back to the couch, you scrambled to take your bottom half of clothes off, with Noah's help of course.

once you sat on Noah's cock, some sort of dominance clouded Noah's mind. his grip became tighter, as he fucked up into you, he would growl out.

“god- fuck, i could use this pussy for the rest of my life.” he watched as your clothed breasts bounced as his hips fucked into you.

your mind was filled with dirty thoughts of the man in front of you. you gawked at his tattooed throat, his adam's apple moving up and down as he let growls and grunts escape his chest.

something about Noah made you so fucking weak. from the way he carried himself to the way he spoke, it was all some weird spell he unknowingly casted upon you.

you clawed at his chest, bunching his shirt up in your fist.

“shit, you fuck so good, Noah.” you cried as you felt your orgasm approaching you once more.

you tightened around Noah, only causing Noah to fuck into you faster. fuck, you'd be surprised if you had the ability to walk after this.

you could feel Noah's cock twitching as he got closer.

“Noah, fuck, please please cum with me.”

Noah gave a count down.

“3…” fuck, you knew this would feel so good. finally getting to released after being fucked senseless.

“2…” the grip you had on each other only became tighter. you were now pressed against each other, Noah's arms pulling you into his chest.

your head was rested upon his neck, giving soft bites and sloppy kisses to the skin.

“1…cum for me.”

you both let go as the countdown ended. bliss taking you both over. it felt like heaven on earth.

you rested your forehead against Noah's as you both tried to catch your breath.

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it took 2 months, and lots of understanding from both of the boys, but you had made it official with Noah. you were happier than ever.

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kindestofkings · 10 months ago

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dancing in the moonlight

josh jenkinson x guitarist!reader

about: reader's sitting room sessions are like acoustic covers she posts on youtube hope thats clear, also sooo many different faceclaims I hadn't it in me to keep the same lolll ENJOY

also! you know I buzz off including alll my favs in my smaus so enjoy 🤭

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yourusername the last leg of love on tour has officially begun, somebody sedate me.

📷 @lloyddddddddddddddddd

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harryfan1 noooo why cant you keep going forever ?

harryfan3 they already have this is like year 3 of this tour lol yourusername yeahh unfortunately rest is needed

harryfan2 you are the coolest member of the love band pass it on

fan1 will your sitting room sessions end till its over?

yourusername no acc going to keep doing them on the road ! <3

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yourusername home show babyyy (kinda Im from dublin) but omg Slane you were a mad experience!

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harryfan1 haha was that last pic added in by accident ?

yourusername hahah no I needed the pic of sir styles, bag of cans IN HAND on my grid yourusername its gonna be my next tattoo

harrystyles 🤨🤨

yourusername nah come on look at the joy on your face, just a boy with his bag of cans xx

evehewson he didnt even swim just drank the cans

harrystyles enough of the lies #fakenews

harryfan2 I love how unserious she is with harry

sarahjones you own yellow !

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inhalerdublin We’ll never be able to fully recover from the experience of playing Slane Castle yesterday. Thank you to @harrystyles for having us open for him in such a legendary place. And to every one of you who sang our songs back to us.

See you in November Ireland x

📸 @lewsvans

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inhalerfan1 inslayer at slayne castle

lewsvans just a small one

yourusername massive

harryfan1 same girl also in my inhaler era after them opening

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yourusername babe wake up a new sitting room session just dropped xx

todays tune has been stuck in my head since slane, check out the video for my jetlagged attempt of dublin in ecstasy <3

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yourmam get your shoes of that couch young lady

yourusername 😧😧 sorry mammy

inhalerdublin we're honoured ❤️

harryfan1 you are both so talented and so hot

harryfan2 frrrr I dont know if I wanna be her or with her

inhalerfan1 did you meet the lads ?!

yourusername I did yes ! but I was acc at one of their first few gigs way back when so second time seeing them live 😎 inhalerfan1 wow I did not know you were an inhaler fan! I'm seeing them for the first time in paris later this year !! yourusername ah enjoy, the place where the whole world waits to come alive 😏 ryanmcmahon_15 obsessed much?

joshjenkinson_ worryingly good, please don't come for my job !

yourusername the man that you are that bridge is sick! p.s. I could never match your dance moves ryanmcmahon_15 those would be the infamous jenkinson knees yourusername mesmerising x

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harryflorals harry featured in one of yourusername's sitting room sessions, which they recorded during a day off on tour! the premise of the series started out as just yourusername playing acoustic covers but has become a fan favourite and she's started having guests !

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harryfan1 no way what song did they sing??

harryflorals they sang in a week which is originally by Hozier x

harryfan2 so rogue of him but I love it

harryfan3 ughh casual harry my favourite harry

harryfan4 they sounded soooo good

harryfan1 what is their vibes? friends or can we start the ship? harryfan4 I think its strictly platonic ! she's been part of his band for ages now

yourusername posted to their story!

you can't see but major heart eyes

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inhalerfan1 at who tho??? please be a josh girlie

joshjenkinson_ 😳😳

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yourusername an emotional day at the office today. never wanted to say goodbye to love on tour but I am so greatful for the experience.

massive thank to harrystyles for bringing me along on both tours, had so much fun <33

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harrystyles the best in the business

yourusername what are you doing?? get off your phone and get writing another album so we can go on tour again?!?! harryfan1 listen to the boss

bobbyskeetz inhaler x yourusername sitting room sesh now?

joshjenkinson_ she'd have to be not touring for that to happen bobbyskeetz not touring ? YOU JUST FINISHED? yourusername lol yeah about thattttt

sarahjones loved sharing this experience with you sister

yourusername wouldn't have been the same without you miss jones xxx

harryfan2 you were my favourite member of the love band !! will you ever be releasing your own music ?

yourusername thanks my love! at the moment no, I'm actually joining another band for their upcoming tour so will be busy with that. buttt the sitting room sessions will continue <33

harryfan2 pity but all fun stuff! what band? yourusername all will be revealed��

inhalerfan1 the inhaler boys do be in her comments a lot these days..

joshjenkinson_ posted to their story! (private)

studying, taking notes

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yourusername exCUSE me I think you'll find you're the rockstar, with all the groupies

↳ i'm not the one on two international tours in one year tho ?? am I?

↳ yourusername lol fair but as the president of the josh fanclub, I suggest you should do that x

elijahhewson fact: guitarist and singer is a better couple

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yourusername first of all selling pEtROL. joining the inventors of tumblr on the next of their tour so I'm returning to the tumblr aesthetic (method playing?)

see all you emos at the 1975 still... at their very best, but until then I'll leave you with a sitting room sesh (bedroom ed 😏 ) xx

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harryfan1 do you ever rest???

the1975 tour just got a whole lot more fun !

1975fan1 no way im so excited, shes so hot

inhalerfan1 is the sitting room sesh a emo classic?

yourusername you know it, my fav the 1975 song change your ticket ! trumanblack fired for defamation x yourusername its all quite meta 🤨

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1975fanupdates obsessed with yourusername ever since my 1975 show. how is someone so cool and pretty??? living rent free

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1975fan1 no cause Im the EXACT same, shes such a good guitarist aswell

1975fan2 it must be happening at every show lol. even though shes at the back matty kept trying to get the attention back on him

1975fanupdates lmao I cant

harryfan1 awh I miss her!! her boyf is soo lucky

1975fan1 noo she has a boyfriend thats heartbreaking news, who is it? harryfan1 Im not sure! there was just a bang at the start of her last sitting room sesh and she said sorry my boyfriend keeps hitting his head off my low door frame 😭😭

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hot.

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joshjenkinson_ 2 days was not enough

↳ babyyyy I know this is the worst

1975fan1 lost my wife to a man 😭 😭 😭😭

inhalerfan1 IS THAT JOSH!!!!!!!!

ryanmcmahon_15 those infamous jenkinson knees

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joshjenkinson_ she really buzzes off a good windowsill

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yourusername YOU GOTTA SLIDE OUT THE WINDOWWWWW elijahhewson 🎤?

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bobbyskeetz day 40000 of asking for a inhaler sitting room sesh

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yourusername yeah no big deal just about to drop a sitting room session where I sing mazzy star's fade into you with my music crush THE julien baker. 😀😀😀 feeling so normal about this

go watch it, we had a lot of fun!

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yourusername also im putting more into the production of these so hopefully the sound and visual quality increase is a nice treat for y'all <33

julienrbaker spends 2 days in memphis and is saying y'all..

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yourusername boyfriend reveal or the next guest on sitting room sessions? you decide what you wanna focus on xx

terrifying take of lana del rey's let the light in, we both love to hide behind guitars so be gentle x

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harryfan1 omg this is so so so so beautiful

inhalerfan1 josh's vocals need to be louder next album/tour !! boy can sing

elijahhewson im gonna focus on how you stole my man

yourusername just cause you’re petty that you haven't been on a sitting room sesh yet xx inhalerfan1 PLEASE have him on I beg

bobbyskeetz wtf has a guy got to do to get invited to a session, sleep with you?

joshjenkinson_ you're getting a box yourusername gross robert thanks for the nightmare fuel

harrystyles this is my favourite one yet x

yourusername too kind H, such a softie for romance

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1975fanupdates its yourusername's life and we're just living in it. She came in at 60th on this list, slayed so hard

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yn'swife I say thats my wife and Im proud

inhalerfan1 bless josh in his supportive era <3

1975fan1 she needs to go on her own tour immediately

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yourusername this sitting room session is evidence for how annoying bobbyskeetz can be! ALL the boys of inhaler joined me in my newww (😏) sitting room for a chaos cover of dreams by the cranberries <3

p.s. thought this photo was giving yay fun! when I took it but on reflection it looks like eli and bobby are making fun of me 🤨

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inhalerfan1 miss thank you for delivering all this inhaler content, the drought has been real!

yourusername I got you gorgeous xx

bobbyskeetz I prefer the term persistent actually

yourusername yeah and I prefer a headache free existence but we cant all get what we want xx joshjenkinson_ thought management told yous to be nicer online... yourusername its SOO hard tho inhalerfan2 its giving such sibling energy lol

elijahhewson stop the lies #falsenarrative

ryanmcmahon_15 in a band of bullies, thanks for having us tho !!

harryfan1 you're making me an inhaler fan with all this lol

FINISHED

josh girles how did I do??? love making this one

#josh jenkinson #josh jenkinson x reader #inhaler oneshots #inhaler band #inhaler imagine #inhaler fanfic #inhaler dublin #harry styles #harry styles I miss you

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prismatica-the-strange · 1 year ago

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Bite Me | God, I Love Party Girl Brains

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, Blaine is nasty as usual, sexual tension, exhibitionism mention, smut, p in v, degradation, multiple creampies, kind of fluffy at the end

Synopsis: There's a mix-up in the Scratching Post kitchen and Cori and Blaine take advantage of it.

Word Count: 2.3k

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"Don E!" Cori whines, bursting through the doors of the kitchen of The Scratching Post.

"Yeah, what's up C?" He asks, not looking up from the plates he's moving.

"I think there was a mix-up," She wraps her arm around her stomach, tossing her hair, "You said you gave me the creative writer, but I think I got party girl instead."

"No, nope," He shakes his head, "No way there was a mix-up."

He looks up to see her head tilted, annoyingly chewing gum with her mouth open.

"Though I have been wrong before."

"Something wrong?" Blaine asks, coming in the back.

His eyebrows raise when she sighs, "No. It's whatever."

"Okay..." He glances at Don E.

"I'm gonna go change," She says, tugging at her cargo pants, "I'm gonna send you an EDM playlist D, you should play it tonight. I wanna dance."

Blaine watches her walk out, specifically the sway of her hips and ass, before turning to Don E, looking for an explanation.

"We're gonna have to change the menu for tonight, some idiot switched the Writer and Party Girl brains."

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"What happened to the playlist I sent you?" She pouts at Don E, tits threatening to spill out of her tight top when she leans over the bar.

"No way am I putting on that trash, sorry C."

"Can you at least get me a shot of Patron?"

"How about some Vodka?"

She stomps her foot and huffs as she stands up. She crosses her arms and turns to scan the crowd.

She makes her way through a group of people when she spots Blaine, latching onto his arm.

"Blaineyyyy," She whines, "Don E's being mean to me."

"I'm sorry, sugar, I'll take care of it once I'm done here," He kisses the top of her head and she looks absolutely crestfallen. She stays there, hanging off of him for another ten or so minutes before storming off.

She walks right behind the bar and picks up the sound system tablet.

"What are you doing?" Don E asks, reaching to take it from her.

"If you're both going to ignore me, then I'm putting something to dance to," She explains, pulling it away from him, "If you're serving Party Girl, you should have the right vibe anyways."

She taps play on her playlist and her face lights up, setting down the tablet and downing the drink he was about to serve.

He looks flabbergasted when she hands the empty glass back to him and walks out to the growing crowd on the dancefloor.

"Kesha? Really?" He calls after her and she flips him off.

Blaine is more confused than he should be when music starts blaring from the club's speakers, bass boosted so hard, the liquor on nearby tables is rippling in its glasses.

He looks over at the bar only to see Don E rolling his eyes and muttering to himself.

He can barely hear the possible 'investor' he's talking to over the noise.

His attention wanders, as do his eyes, flitting over the crowd until he sees her. She's jumping and moving to the music, lost in her own world, and his stare rakes down her body.

"That has got to be the shortest skirt she owns," He says absentmindedly, small smirk on his lips.

"I'm sorry, maybe we can finish this conversation later when it's not so loud," He says to the man standing across from him before heading to the bar.

"Cori said you were being mean to her," He chuckles.

"Yeah, I wouldn't play her shit music or start her on tequila."

"Looks like she found a workaround," Blaine laughs, pouring himself another drink.

"Dude, we've gotta get her on a new brain," Don E groans, "She wants to add a permanent DJ booth and was looking into getting an industrial fog machine and glow sticks in bulk."

"Ah, we'll just keep her from making any big purchases and it'll be fine."

"You sure about that?" Don E motions to the dance floor and he turns to see what he's talking about, sipping his drink.

Cori is rolling her body against some random guy in time with the music while he runs his hands across her curves, fingers dipping just below the waistband of her skirt. She seems blissfully ignorant of how she's being stared at by a handful of patrons.

The glass surprisingly doesn't crack when he slams it back on the counter. He shoves his way through the mass of writhing bodies until he's standing in front of her. He grabs her arm and tugs her away from her dance partner, his eyes red and face more pallid than usual.

After successfully scaring off the potential threat, he turns to her.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He spits.

"Well, you weren't going to dance with me."

"Sweetheart, that wasn't dancing, that was him dry-humping you on the dancefloor."

He can't help but agree with Don E's idea of getting her off this brain when she rolls her eyes.

"Hey," He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him, "If you wanted someone to fuck you in front of all these people, you could have just asked."

"You're disgusting."

"I'm exactly how you like me," He growls, pushing his lips against hers.

She's into it, he can tell by the way she tugs him closer by the shirt and moans into his mouth.

"I get the feeling you find the idea appealing," He teases, making her whimper, "Aw, but someone wanted to dance."

She smirks, accepting his little challenge of who will break first. She turns and sways her hips to the music, pressing her ass against him, arms raising to trail her fingers down his cheek.

He can't help but laugh, he's so whipped for her.

His hands hold her waist, taking a moment to find the beat and move with her.

He tries not to groan when she grinds back on him, already hard in his tight jeans, his grip bruising. She cocks her head aside when he starts sucking her neck.

She has to pry him off her to step away and peel her jacket off, revealing all the bare skin of her chest and shoulders he needs to get his mouth on.

He pulls her back in, thumbs rubbing her midriff, "You're so hot."

Her fingers trace his chin before she swivels her hips to the beat, reaching down to take one of his hands. He raises it to let her spin slowly, leading him back to the bar.

He presses her against the counter, the edge cutting into her stomach.

"What do you want?"

She pushes her ass against his hard-on and he chokes out, "Tequila! F-fuck..."

"So she just gets whatever she wants?" Don E complains.

"I always do," She grins, throwing back the shot, taping the rim to signal she wants another.

Don E looks back at Blaine who eagerly nods for him to do what she says.

"You know, if I had done something like this," He pours her another shot, "I wouldn't still be here."

"Fucking the owner has its perks," She winks at him and Blaine buries his face in her neck, nipping at her skin, "Speaking of which."

He starts pulling her away, towards the office.

"Please don't fuck on my desk," Don E calls after them, "Blaine? Cori? Please?"

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She cuts him off by sliding the door shut behind them. Blaine ambushes her, hands sliding under her shirt, tongue shoving it's way past her lips.

She pulls away with a grin, "I win."

"Shut the fuck up," He chuckles. He grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him while he moves to set her on the desk.

"Oh please Mr. Club owner, I swear I thought I could pay for those drinks," She says with an exaggerated pout, "How can I ever make up for it?"

He laughs against her lips, tickled by her theatrics.

"Oh, I can think of a few ways, sweetheart," He starts bunching her skirt up around her waist, drooling at the sight of her black lace panties.

He presses two fingers against her slit through them, letting out a shaky breathe when he feels how wet she is.

He hooks them on his fingers and drags them down, tossing them over his shoulder.

"Now why don't you be a good girl and keep these pretty legs spread for me?"

She bites her bottom lip as she raises her legs, heels resting on the edge of the desk.

She watches him unbutton his jeans, pulling off her shirt. She can't stop herself from reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she watches him, muscles tensing at the feeling.

"Oh, honey," He groans, frozen with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, eyes zeroed in on her cunt, "That's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

He shucks off his underwear and slowly starts fisting his cock, "You touchin' yourself cause of me, sweetness?"

"Uh-huh," She nods, "Blaine..."

He could almost cum from the way she sighs his name while sliding her fingers into her pussy.

He watches her for a minute, taking note of the way her eyebrows furrow when she can't reach the spot she needs.

"Your fingers too small?" He teases, pulling her hand away, "Need me to make you feel good?"

"Please," She whimpers at the feeling of him running his tip through her utterly soaked folds.

"Please what?"

"Please make me feel good, Blaine," She begs, "Need your cock-!"

She chokes on her words when he slams into her, the force making her feet slip so she has to wrap her legs around his waist.

"F-fuck! Blaine!" She holds onto his shoulders for dear life as he pistons in and out of her.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He growls against her ear, "Wanted to be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes! Yesyesyes!" She whines, "Wanna be a good whore for you baby!"

"Just for me?" His possessiveness taking over.

"Just for you," She confirms, pulling him to her lips.

She cries out when he grins and reaches down to rub her clit.

"Then be a good little whore for me and cum."

The laugh that leaves him is nothing less than sadistic as she jerks in his arms and screams out his name.

"Oh fuck baby," He chokes out, "Juuust like that. So tight sweetheart."

He doesn't slow down and her vision blurs.

"B-Blaine! Fuck!"

His abuse of her clit only worsens when he sees tears start to form.

"Aw poor p-poor thing," He forces out, "But this is what she wanted, yeah? Wanted to be fucked like a slut? Just couldn't keep her clothes on. Needed my dick inside her sooo bad."

"Blaine!" She sobs when her second orgasm wracks through her and he gasps.

"Baby- Cori- ah," He presses his forehead to hers, mouth hanging open. Her eyes roll back when she feels him spill into her, "Ah, Sweetheart, beautiful girl."

She slumps back onto the desk, pulling him with her. He rests his head on her chest and mutters soft praises as he kisses her skin.

"You're soft," He hums. He takes his time squeezing and groping her hips and thighs.

He straightens up and pulls out, making her shiver.

Propping herself up on her elbows and locking eyes with him while he pulls on his pants, she reaches down, collects the cum dripping out of her, and fucks it back inside her with her middle and ring finger.

"Don't do that," He breathes, pants hanging off his hips, dick already starting to harden again, "That's my job."

He yanks her off the desk before spinning her around and shoving her face down on it.

She claws at the wood, pornographic moan leaving her when he slams back into her.

"That's it, baby," He grins, "I know you love it when I'm rough with you."

She tries to give him a witty comeback, but it comes out as a garbled, rambling mess.

He's feral, not giving her time to breathe, making her gasp with each thrust.

"You wanted my cum, huh?" He asks and she nods dumbly, "Well, you're gonna get it, sweetheart. Load after load of it in this sweet, sweet pussy."

Her heartbeat is nearly up to 20 beats a minute by the time he's done with her. The desk is a mess. Not just strewn with papers and pens but with cum and sweat smeared and puddled on it.

"Blainey," Her voice is hoarse from screaming, certain the clubbers outside the door could hear them going at it like rabbits. She clings to his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.

He's lying on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

"Please don't ask for one more, baby," He pants, "Cause I'll be honest, I don't think I have it in me."

"'M tired."

"Yeah, me too."

He pushes himself up, leaning on his arms to look down at her.

She looks absolutely wrecked. Countless orgasms and her hair is everywhere, lipstick smeared, eyeshadow running down her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," He whispers, leaning down to kiss her, "Let's go home."

She nods, letting him pull her into a sitting position.

He throws his clothes back on and helps her pull on her panties.

She tries to stand, but her legs are jelly beneath her and she nearly falls.

"I gotcha, sugar," He hooks his arm under her legs and scoops her up.

She wraps one arm around his neck, resting the other on his chest.

"My Prince Charming," She sighs sleepily.

"Now, I wouldn't go that far," He grins, "But I appreciate the compliment."

#blaine debeers #blaine mcdonough #izombie #prisma writes #self ship writing #self ship smut #blaine debeers smut #blaine debeers x oc #prisma self ships #bite me

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theteasnake · 2 months ago

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Die with a smile

I had this idea in my head for a while and just needed to write it out.

As the sun sets, everyone retreats to their home. To have dinner with family, to settle down for slumber, or to just watch some good ol tv. The sun sets and yet you're still standing in your little flower shop.

The street outside the glass door lights up with the automatic lamps. It leaves an eerie feeling, but at this point, it's a norm. Countless lockups lead to over cleaning which leads to more work having to be done. The more time you spend here, the more work you find.

Trim the wilted flowers. Sweep the floors. Wait, mop them, and then sweep them. Oh, some papers need to be filled out. You should organize them alphabetically while you're at it. Actually, scratch that, by date. Oldest to newest. Or maybe newest to oldest?

Why didn't you do this earlier? It's cause you never have time. People come in, they go, more people come in, then they go. And you're only one person and, of course, everyone has questions.

Order flowers. Rearrange some of the showcases. Shit, some bouquets need to be finished by tomorrow, might as well get them done now before you forget.

Late nights, early mornings. How are you even still standing? Caffeine and determination. But even that's starting to lose effect. What was once a beautiful fixation turned into waking up with dread. Sometimes you wish you were still a blissful college student, eyes bright with ambition now dulled from exhaustion and lack of proper sleep.

Your life is lacking. You thought colorful flowers could paint your black-and-white world with the same hues. Now they just stick out like a sore thumb. Unknowingly mocking you. Poetic beauts, aren't they?

You heave a sigh, letting your shoulders sag, as you finish up the last of the work. What time is it? Eleven? No, it's one in the morning. Just like usual.

Things are cleaned. Papers filled out. Tomorrow's orders are done. You run through a mental checklist one last time as you hear a faint chime. The front doorbell rings out, doing its job of notifying you of a customer.

God, people just can't read signs nowadays.

"Excuse me, but we're clo-" You cut yourself off as you stare at a mask within a dark void. No, that mask is attached to someone. Something. Dark clothes barely visible in the low light.

A glimmer of a knife in his hand has you taking a deep breath in. You know who this is. You know how the night will end. But you don't know why.

You're not his usual targets. You're not some common joe. Not some local sunshine that everyone loves. The only thing you offer to others is your flowers. You're not someone that'll draw attention to this little town.

Ah.

Your shop. It will be shut down without an owner. And with it, the town would be deprived of flowers until another shop opens up.

Beloved shop closes due to owner's death. How tragic.

The wind gets knocked out from your lungs as a burning sensation grows in your gut. You gasp and choke on your own breath, leaning against the thing in front of you. Cold leather meets your warm skin.

The knife slowly pulls out, the intruder getting ready to plunge it into your side again.

"W-wait," you weakly paw at his hand, trying to stop him. "One second... please," you plead, eyes fixated on the street, trying to ground yourself.

Your wishes fall on deaf ears as the knife finds a new spot to nestle into. You wheeze out, biting back tears.

He pushes you off of him and you stumble back, finding stability on one of the counters.

Your head is dizzy, adrenaline preventing any feeling of pain but that doesn't stop the numbness slowly creeping up.

You lose your footing, gripping onto the tablecloth as you fall to the ground. Sounds of glass vases hitting the ground echo through the room. But that doesn't matter. It all doesn't matter anymore. Because the most beautiful scene is right in front of you.

Flower petals float about in the moonlight, without a care in the world as they slowly fall to the ground. Acanthus, sticky catchflies, agrimonys, arnicas, celandines, asphodels, and rainflowers.

You reach out as your vision starts to darken, wanting to hold onto something. A sad smile replaces your frown. You're finally able to see what others see. Your colorless world gained hue. And you're dying.

A click and a shutter draws your attention to the looming figure above you. A picture. You want to see it. But it's too late. You can feel yourself slipping.

"It's... beautiful," you whisper out, making the killer pause in his movements. He seemed... confused? Maybe curious. Who knows. You for sure won't.

You close your eyes as you hear the faint chime, letting you know that you are now alone. Alone with your flowers. Alone. But it's peaceful. So quiet. So calm. Yeah, you think you're fine with this. With dying. You don't think you would even want to do anything else after this. You've achieved what you wanted and now it's all over. And that's fine.

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isabelpsaroslunnen · 15 days ago

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My best friend and I have been watching Star Trek: The Original Series for months, mostly because we're both sometimes busy and can't coordinate, but he does adore Star Trek (it is hard to overstate how much, except with regard to Picard) and even though I'm a TNG kid, I am almost always having a great time with it.

Overall: I love the stage-y Pepto-Bismol meets bisexual flag aesthetic of so much of the show, the actual bisexual vibes of so many characters (unintentionally? allegedly? I guess?), the effects that have aged remarkably well almost as much as the ones that have aged terribly, but are part of its charm, and of course, many of the characters. And I definitely have enjoyed the mixture of cheesy silliness with deeply earnest aspirations towards transcending its own era, even though it falls short (I'm an early modernist; I have a high tolerance for works that are ultimately of their times, but visibly trying to cut through the miasma of their eras' norms).

Anyway, some thoughts on each episode I've seen thus far!

[It's every episode up to "Metamorphosis", so there are a lot.]

1— "Where No Man Has Gone Before" - a pretty solid way to start the experience for me, and I see the religious skepticism has been baked in from very early, even though it's obviously still finding its footing at this point. I actually enjoyed seeing the wobbly character dynamics and world-building as it's figuring itself out.

2— "The Man Trap" - I really enjoyed this one! Despite some fundamental silliness, there's an interesting mix of horror and pathos (I support the salt vampire!).

3— "Charlie X" - a mixture of "oh God, poor Janice" (an impression that will repeat often) and an interesting take on the interaction of power and youthful masculinity. Charlie's outrage at his desires being stymied by literally anything or anyone at any time feels unfortunately timely, as does his petty vindictiveness against ... um, every woman ever, and Kirk's entirely correct lecture about it. I also found something particularly intriguing in the contrast between Charlie's admiration of Kirk's form of masculinity and how viscerally threatened he is by Spock.

4— "The Naked Time" - I adored this episode with zero irony. I particularly loved the revelation that Spock is ashamed of his feelings for Kirk (......) and the guilt he feels over his emotional distance from his mother combined with his understanding of how isolated she must feel in Vulcan culture. But I also laughed through the entire rest of the episode. Just a great time.

5— "The Enemy Within" - oh, hella yikes take on, uh, the inherent need for a good leader to have an anxious, violent, rapist side to his personality kept under control by a fearless, but vacillating and cerebral other side. (The premise seems even more egregious after "The Galileo Seven" makes a whole episode out of the idea that Spock's intellectual discipline and reserve undermine his leadership capabilities unless he behaves in a way that can be seen as fitting into human emotional norms.) I did cackle over the space dog fluffy alien creature and its evil twin, but poor Janice x100 :(

6— "Mudd's Women" - easily the worst episode to date, good God. Quite apart from "I guess sometimes you just have to be complicit in sex trafficking carried out by a lovable scamp who definitely hasn't gotten the post-capitalism newsletter" and the godawful ending, I am baffled by everyone on the Enterprise acting like they've never seen a beautiful woman. None of Mudd's women can hold a candle to Uhura (who I think isn't even in this episode?) and women getting obsessed by eternal beauty and devoting themselves to unappealing men is a tiresome aspect of ST that I wish had stopped here. Or never shown up at all.

7— "What Are Little Girls Made Of" - ah, the iconic phallic stalagmite! Nice to have context. I appreciate how smart and resourceful Kirk ends up being here. I liked Shatner's performance as the Kirk clone (he's actually been good in all the various Evil Kirk performances I've seen thus far), too. But I also really liked Spock's entirely justified annoyance at Kirk using racial slurs to communicate IT'S NOT ME.

8— "Miri" - this one is unfortunately dragged down by Kirk using his femme fatale allure with a girl framed as barely pubescent even if the actress was technically an adult. He's clearly not remotely attracted to her and working to save his crew, but it's still really unpleasant to watch, especially with a very young-looking actress. That said, the disease is creepy as hell, and it's a great McCoy episode. I was pretty fascinated as well by the concept of a drastically protracted childhood where the horror is not being trapped in the body of a child, but of actually remaining a child for enormous lengths of time.

9— "Dagger of the Mind" - this one would have been pretty mediocre, in all honesty, if not for the existence of Helen Noel. Helen is staggeringly beautiful, yes, but she is also better than everyone else in this episode, even my usual fave Spock. I like Kirk a lot and I still don't know what she sees in him.

10— "The Corbomite Maneuver" - it's a fun episode with some very good lines, but a bit like cotton candy.

11— "The Menagerie" - I had heard about this one, but didn't know all the details! The show-within-the-show only slightly strains credulity, and the plot is certainly more compelling than SNW (sorry to SNW fans; I watched a few episodes and it was fine, but too polished and heterosexual to feel like a true prequel to the boundary-pushing Candyland of TOS).

12— "The Conscience of the King" - this one was a bit over-theatrical in the most literal way, but I still really enjoyed it. The episode provides a genuinely fascinating backstory for Kirk, revealing that in his youth, he was a survivor of a terrible atrocity (and from what else we've heard, it seems he was moved elsewhere and became a bullied nerd for awhile before finding his true calling in space). The "real" villain of the episode doesn't really work for me, but doesn't need to, because her villainy is vastly and rightly overshadowed by the atrocity.

13— "Balance of Terror" - I can't describe this episode any other way: it fucking rules. This is maybe my favorite Star Trek episode that I can remember ever seeing. The revelation of the Vulcan-Romulan kinship is super compelling, and the intensity to this episode's take on the frequent Spock vs the Microaggressions subplot feels entirely organic and believable.

14— "Shore Leave" - fine, but rather a letdown after the glory of the previous one. The back rub early in the episode is as hilariously unsubtle as reported, and Spock's emphatic indifference to the sexbot ladies is, hmm, interesting. Otherwise, it is silly, entertaining-enough ST ephemera for me. I like these episodes existing as part of ST as a whole, but also don't feel especially invested in most individual cases of it. And God, Kirk's youthful nemesis Finnegan is so incredibly obnoxious and his little jig motif is so awful that (given "The Naked Time") I'm starting to wonder what gripe Star Trek has with Irish people.

15— "The Galileo Seven" - you know how I said that Spock vs the Microaggressions is a frequent subplot in these episodes? This one is "what if that was just the whole episode?" It's not terrible, but it's not terribly interesting, either, and the implications are pretty gross if you think about them.

16— "The Squire of Gothos" - I guessed the reveal a bit early in this one, but not in a way that made me feel like it was super obvious. The hints were there if you were paying attention, so it was rewarding to figure it out, but not obvious. Spock's speech about intellectual discipline and power really speaks to me right now, by the way.

17— "Arena" - the Gorn finally appear! Or a Gorn, anyway, and it's kind of wild that the 1967 episode's twist is that the real villain is colonialism, not the Gorn at all. Yet in 2020s Star Trek ... well, anyway, it's a good episode despite the incredibly dated monster effects.

18— "Tomorrow is Yesterday" - time travelllllll hell yeah, and it's quite a decent plot.

19— "Court Martial" - this one was tense and interesting, though I don't have much to say about it apart from really liking the lawyers.

20— "The Return of the Archons" - this was actually very effective, quiet terror for me (maybe extra for me as a queer person raised Mormon, lol). I think it also has one of the better instances of Kirk Fries A Machine With Logic.

21— "Space Seed" - an absolutely fascinating villain alongside absolutely dire gender politics. I did like seeing Khan for the first time.

22— "A Taste of Armageddon" - this had a very interesting war game concept, but I don't remember much about the episode beyond the concept tbh. It was fine.

23— "This Side of Paradise" - this one was interesting, especially given the allure of the "paradise" for Spock specifically (also for everyone else, but there's something especially bitter about whatshername's total indifference to his consent, and yet how complicated his feelings end up being about the whole thing). Kirk's fixation on his authority!!!!! in this episode feels unappealing and rather strange, but I didn't think it was really all about authority and The Human Need For Struggle(TM) that ST will keep returning to (don't like that aspect, though!).

24— "The Devil in the Dark" - an excellent episode IMO, including the incredibly dated rock alien special effects. Wouldn't have it any other way! I honestly appreciate how often the reveal in TOS has been that a scary "monster" is just some innocent person from another species getting screwed over by human ignorance and colonizing.

25— "Errand of Mercy" - Kirk is a patronizing asshole in this episode, can't lie, but given that he's being very obviously paralleled with the Klingon officer, it serves a function that's at least interesting. I'd like if that aspect of his personality went somewhere a bit more cohesively, but I'd rather have the episodic yet forwards propulsion of TOS as a whole, so it's okay.

26— "The Alternative Factor" - this has an interesting concept, but I remember thinking that it was forcing a bunch of usually competent people to make some very stupid decisions (though, tangentially, the fact that this is a change from the norm is at least something: I really enjoy that TOS in general avoids my beloathèd "our protagonists are the protagonists of the entire setting and every other character is an NPC who lacks moral vision and competence independent of the protagonists' influence"). I will say that the repetition of the alternate-universe effect is honestly pretty bad even when I'm grading on a 60s curve.

27— "The City on the Edge of Forever" - this is a very compelling, tightly-written episode that does good character work for Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, even if its underlying premise is a bit challenging to buy at points. I always enjoy getting to see McCoy's medical ethos at play, as we do here. Spock's jealousy is also amusingly transparent against all the high drama.

28— "Operation -- Annihilate!" - this is a hilarious title for a pretty good episode, actually. I enjoyed it and especially enjoyed Leonard Nimoy's performance as Spock here. It's not like I ever don't, but it did some substantial heavy lifting.

29— "Amok Time" - so it turns out, the Spock/Kirk fans have not been exaggerating all these years. I didn't think it was likely they had, just given what I've seen this far, but damn. This is a fantastic episode, it's got interesting world-building for Vulcan, it's incredibly homoerotic even by TOS standards, and despite my fondness for Spock and Kirk, goodforher.jpeg with respect to T'Pring. If Vulcan men don't want their childhood brides plotting their deaths, maybe they should legalize divorce! Just a thought.

30— "Who Mourns for Adonais" - so this episode relies on "actually, every broadly appropriated cultural detail from an exotic distant land was just given to its people by ancient aliens," only this time, it's targeting Greeks! It does get details about ancient Greek culture and religion very wrong, if anyone was wondering. In any case, I guess Star Trek's weird issues with "ethnic whites" is not only with the Irish, though given that my father's background is specifically Greco-Irish, it feels like a weird personal attack. That aside, while "ancient aliens did it all!!!" was not as much of a thing at the time as now, Greek people were definitely more racialized in the USA then, so the use of the trope here was not as trivial as I think it can "read" to modern audiences, esp in the USA.

Apollo's actor does a good job with some hard dialogue, I will say, but I really wish Carolyn had just been playing along and biding her time rather than obviously being a silly female swayed by flattery of her beauty and delusions of vicarious power. Kirk's speech to her is good, but really dragged down by how bad the writing for her is. I did like Kirk's "actually, I'm a strict monotheist" retort to Apollo, though. I know Kirk's characterization eventually goes down a different route, but given the heavy involvement of Jewish people including Shatner in Star Trek (despite Roddenberry's antisemitism), and the historical use of the Greek and Roman pantheons in the oppression of Jewish communities, Kirk's indignation at the idea of worshipping any other god feels apropos.

31— "The Changeling" - Jim Kirk DESTROYS another implacable machine foe with LOGIC!!!! I can just imagine the YouTube series now. Seriously, though, it's fine and a drastic improvement from the previous episode, and I always enjoy a solid ST:TOS episode while I'm watching it. But it was not exceptional IMO.

32— "Mirror, Mirror" - YESSSSS I TOO GET TO EXPERIENCE THE MIRROR UNIVERSE. I loved this episode, honestly. The Mirror Universe is terrible, but super fun both in concept and execution. I love the competence of the prime universe team in the brief cut to them immediately clocking Mirror Kirk's group as imposters (though I did want more from Mirror Uhura who is just kind of there, though...). I love Mirror Spock being this warped but recognizable version of the character. I love the concept of Mirror Kirk being the perpetrator of war crimes exactly like Kirk's formative trauma back in "The Conscience of the King." I love the evil cutthroat BDSM space Byzantines vibes of the Terran Empire (is there an unimaginably decadent and deadly Byzantine Empire in the history of the Mirror Universe? I hope so. We deserve it after "Who Mourns for Adonais" tbh).

33— "The Apple" - this is a pretty fun one. The protagonists as the sort of serpent of this "Edenic" garden, coupled with the awful god creature is super entertaining, and it works well enough despite the show's erratic approach to religion.

34— "The Doomsday Machine" - damn, the commander in this episode is such an asshole. He's clearly meant to be, though, and his Ahab campaign turning out to not be entirely in vain at least makes it seem like there's a point to spending so much time on him being the worst.

35— "The Catspaw" - by coincidence, my best friend and I ended up watching this not far into November, just a few days after Halloween. About five minutes in, I said to him, "Is it just me, or is that castle clearly just Spirit Halloween?" He delightedly said, "This planet is Spirit Halloween!"

There's a bit of racial essentialism about ALL HUMANS that would be uncomfortable if it were not so patently ridiculous. The idea is that human beings have a basic racial fear of cats that the tiny aliens exploit—yes, "cats" in this episode refers mainly to the human fear of the house cat, aka the most successful and beloved domestic species on Earth, not lions or even cougars. The alien terrorizes the cast by taking the shape of a fluffy black house cat of varying sizes, but never any other kind of cat. This concept is hilarious, just to be clear. I enjoyed every moment. Even a super-large house cat is just even more friend-shaped floof to your basic human, let's be real, so the deadly threat is impossible to take seriously even before the giant house cat is revealed to be an incredibly horny alien lady with illusion powers (this persona is also an illusion, but the horniness is real). But are not all cats at some level horny alien ladies with illusion powers? I feel pretty sure that Star Trek thinks so.

36— "I, Mudd" - and the award for Most Improved Character has got to go to Harry Mudd. My bff and I actually had a great time with this episode, in part because the entire cast seem to be having a great time with it. I especially loved the twist with Uhura seeming to fall to the womanly weakness of desiring eternal beauty and the easy life only for it to be a trick. Mudd is still a sleaze, but a much funner one to watch this time, and we've just started quoting Spock's "He didn't pay the royalties" at random moments. The stereotypical nagging wife is what it is, but I'm grading Mudd episodes on an extra curve.

37— "Metamorphosis" - and at least, we've reached the most recent episode I've seen, so my impressions of this one are much more fresh. Somehow, I had no idea we first met Zefram Cochrane in TOS and not in First Contact. Also, wow, the actors for him and for the Commissioner are really attractive—not quirky 60s attractive, either. Cochrane reminds me vaguely of Henry Cavill and the Commissioner is simply gorgeous despite the blinding color scheme of her costume.

The gender essentialism sure is something at this point, I've got to say, when the characters are blandly agreeing that of course a sentient electric cloud must have a fundamental gender that you can kind of tell by the color scheme. Uh huh, but it is genuinely interesting that Cochrane clearly cares about the cloud and tries to protect her from our heroes until he realizes she loves him, but is so affronted at the idea of the cloud being in love with him and his (very obviously sexualized) communion and companionship with her being part of that.

He projects his revulsion primarily onto Spock (Spock vs the Microaggressions strikes again!), but literally everyone finds his attitude narrow-minded and weird. The feeling is kind of like if you met an idolized long-dead relative only for them to use a homophobic slur you've never even heard of.

The resolution of this little drama comes from the cloud bodysnatching the dying Commissioner, a young woman who longs to be loved by anyone at all after a life of being a loveless career woman. She is, to be clear, a career woman whose job is all about preventing warfare and who is deeply stressed about it, which seems a kind of love to me. But she is mostly framed just as this super abrasive, loveless career woman because it's TOS (and they eventually conclude that any woman could do her job and they'll just find a different one to stop the war).

Anyway, all this results in the somehow-female cloud fusing with what remains of the Commissioner's consciousness, curing her body of some fatal disease. Now that the cloud is fused with an actual (hot) human woman, Cochrane is totally chill with her love for him, and decides he can have a very strange threesome love her after all, and they'll live out these bodies' natural lives together until they both die (since she lost her electric cloud powers of healing and immortality when she bodysnatched the Commissioner, I gather). It feels weird and low-grade shitty on his part, although I like his actor's performance, because it makes it so clear that his aversion was only about appearances.

I think the cloud should have moved onto someone who would appreciate her devotion and restorative powers, like, say, the dying Commissioner lady who actually has this whole speech about how badly she longs to be loved and how she doesn't get why Cochrane is being such a baby about the adoration of a cloud. Look, I'm just saying the cloud could be bi and deserves someone who would appreciate her.

I know this was never going to happen on a nationally syndicated show in 1967, but I think it would make more narrative sense and be much more satisfying! Cochrane would love space adventures 150 years in the future—he was thrilled and excited about the idea of seeing the reality of the Federation and alliances with other species! And the Commissioner would appreciate a cloud girlfriend and immortality so much more than him. Hire me, Paramount.

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revalentine2 · 27 days ago

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Object Pokemon Halloween Spooktacular! - Team Objective plays Pokemon Emerald

The gloomy Mt. Pyre looms in the distance...

We're back to a gorgeous reflection of the daytime sky! Honestly, though, I'd love to see the darker side of things. Weird, I feel like I haven't seen it get dark once.

There's Team Aqua. You'd think those guys would rather explore the deep sea than a mountain. ...Could some power be lurking there?

I sincerely doubt the mountain having its own pier is the reason.

So I researched what pokemon can be found in this region's safari zone, and you know what I found? NOTHING! NADA! ZILCH! Well, there are geodude in some rock smash rocks, but other that that NOTHING! Why on earth would this "Safari" zone only be filled with natural animals? It makes ZERO sense! Oh, but the grass right OUTSIDE has object pokemon.

...Wait. The grass right outside the zone has object pokemon.

THIS object pokemon!

That's a PIECE OF CLOTH!!!!!!!!

Welcome to the squad, Zipp! I'm sure we'll find someplace you'll be useful...and, now that I think about it, where there's one ghost, there should be more. Ghosts and objects go hand in hand! There's a word for these objects with spirits-Tsukumogami!

...first, though, that jungle trek was pretty tiring. Let's rest up in the next town over.

See? Team Aqua should be more interested in this kind of nonsense! ...Though, now that I think on it, maybe I shouldn't dismiss this so lightly. I found one of those rock patterns in the ocean, after all.

And fans of object pokemon too, right? Right?????

Contests...I may be a battler, but I would love to indulge in showing off the aesthetic charms of my object pokemon! That's their core appeal, after all! However, I don't know the first thing about contests. Maybe another day.

I guess instead I can see if this department store has any dolls oF OH MY GOD WHY IS HE HERE AGAIN.

Oh...my...GOD!

They have dolls of BALTOY!

I've found my people at last! Iris, you have evolved by now, but we now have a cute reminder of your original form forever. Give me fifty!

I was advised against bying fifty and instead looking into means of powering up my team. Thankfully these places sell TMs, too.

We'll have Zipp tag along for now. On to Mt. Pyre!

A chilling, mournful place...I will search it and plunder it of its treasures!

(Those treasures being the pokemon. Don't rob graves, kiddos.)

Ah, DUSKULL! One In recognize! I did see some dolls of it back in the department store. Now, Duskull ITSELF is not an object pokemon, but DusCLOPS is a paper lantern ghost! it'll be another welcome ghostly addition!

That eye looks like it has seen the end of the world.

I've finished exploring the gravestones inside, but it seems there is an outside area. Could any extra spookums be found around here?

...Huh. No, it's a pure psychic bellchime.

I love all object pokemon regardless, but somehow I doubt this one is getting any more screentime on this adventure. We will capture him nonetheless.

Drat, the rival teams have gotten here before me. I have been distracted. But, crystal orbs, you say...orbs are OBJECTS!!!!

(I'm kidding. I sincerely doubt these orbs are alive.)

This lady says they're connected to the 'super-ancient pokemon', though. Another target!

A Magma emblem? What use is this? I don't need another team's emblem, I already have my own! I have no desire to dress up as a Magma member, not even if it was Halloween!

I'll consider what to do later. Right now...honestly, I kind of want to get out of here. This place is starting to really give me the creeps.

Time for some quick training! Allsee and Zipp need to catch up to the rest of the team, fast. Ghost types could be an incredible boon.

...Oh, sure, random trainer, show me the other meteorite pokemon I never managed to find. Laugh in my pretty face. (It's so seasonal, too!)

So Shuppet becomes a doll itself! Cute!!! And there's that paper lantern ghost. No Dusknoir destiny for you, Allsee.

I admit, right now I'm a little puzzled. I need to stop whatever those two teams are doing with those orbs (and reap any benefits for myself, of course), but I have no lead other than this Magma Emblem. Let me think, did I ever see Team Magma anywhere suspicious...?

While I think, I'm going to work on something exciting. Here in the desert I will be setting up Team Objective's Hoenn base! Renovations should be complete next episode. Until next time...Happy Hallowee-uh, I mean, Object Pokemon are OBJECTIVELY the best!

Team: StepStone the Graveler (F) Skybomb the Weezing (F) Sungaze the Solrock 'Splodey the Electrode Zipp the Banette (F) Allsee the Dusclops (F)

#pokemon trainers #object pokemon #team objective #hoenn #pokemon #pokemon emerald #pokemon playthrough #rse #dusclops #banette

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v-cain · 2 years ago

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Aight... finally a request

So...........

*deep breath*

Teen!reader is an extremely skilled programmer im the year of 2070 and shes a big fan of Marvel and was working on the project to program the characters inside and one day she actually manages to program Eddie and Venom successfully with emotions and everything (its year 2070 duh) she freaks out over her success and...

My creativity ends there sorry😭😭

Weird request but the idea just popped into my head while drinking 249ml of water

"Venom"

A/N: junior you creative bastard ily <333 hope you enjoy! also surprisingly reader doesn't have a bad relationship with their parents, and i dont know anything abt engineering don't kill me pls ah. also there was supposed to be more to this but i got TIRED

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: swearing? i don't remember if i swore

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You've always adored your parents. Your Dad loved teaching you his skills within engineering and programming, and thought it was your little gadgets were adorable. Your Mum on the other hand, showed you all sorts of sci-fi and fantasy movies- but your favourites were the Marvel movies. Something about the way they told stories and built characters fascinated you, the same way technology did.

Your favourite character was Venom. It was this big tough guy but was protective of those it loved, and looked totally badass. So, in your early teens, you decided to combine your two loves into one. You took inspiration from Tony Stark's holograms, and got to work.

You spent the next years getting up at the crack of dawn and staying awake till it arrived again, putting all your spare time into your project. Your Dad helped with the technical parts, and your Mum helped where she could- mainly with apple slices and words of encouragement. You pushed yourself past your limits, designing and building something that could change the world forever.

Then the day came.

You pushed your hair out of your face, looking down at this meter high circular object that took up most of your basement. You wrung your hands together, nervous and yet so excited. You had spent so long working on this, and if it didn't work...you don't know what you would do. You took a deep breath, and pressed a button on the machine.

There was a tense pause, and then all of a sudden your machine flickered to life. A holograph of a man appeared before you, doing a spin before his eyes landed on you. You started laughing while he raised an eyebrow at you. "Uh, hello? Where the fuck am I? And who the hell are you?" You grinned at him, "I'm Y/N. You're a holographic version of a fictional character. You're technically in my machine, but we're in my basement."

Eddie Brock stared at you in slight disbelief, then shrugged, seemingly accepting this was his life. A tentacle appeared on his shoulder, forming into a head. You waved at it, and it grinned at you. You started to laugh in disbelief again, "Ok, I'm gonna go get my parents, so don't go anywhere. Well, you can't, but that's beside the point." You ran to the stairs, turning behind you once again, then sprinted up the stairs yelling for your Dad to come downstairs.

#eddie brock x teen!reader #venom x teen!reader #platonic #platonic fic #teen!reader #gn!reader #venom #eddie brock #gn!teen!reader

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kits-ships · 1 month ago

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had a dream where akaza was my roommate and i literally could not stop clinging to him. i also spent the day just sitting around going "damn i wish the sun wouldn't kill him so we could hang MORE😔"

#ah; its the end of the world- we're starting over and i love you

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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A Comparative Look at First Cases

Okay, before moving on to 3-2, I want to take a moment to go over the First Cases. I feel like I should break this down into categories to make it simpler.

Okay, let's start with the motives. Motives are a lot of fun. They can be captivating and mysterious, with overarching effects that may not be clear at first glance but ultimately compel the murder.

I need to clarify that we're talking about capital-M Motives provided by Monokuma and not necessarily the specific, individual rationale for murder that the killer interpreted from it. That will come up when we talk about killers.

Best Motive: 2-1 - The Missing Past Sometimes simpler can be better than overcomplex, and that makes 1-1's Motive fairly strong. "Your loved ones are in danger; That sucks." Straight to the point. Who will be driven to murder by this?

But 2-1's Motive manages to take that simple Motive and mold it into someting that's intriguingly esoteric. Taking the grand reveal from 1-6 and frontloading it into 2-1's Motive disguises its true menace. It keeps the sequel plot moving without having to retread too much, while still delivering a rationale for murder that nonetheless ends up being every bit as hard-cutting and personal as 1-1's.

Worst Motive: 3-1 - The First Blood Perk I already went on a tirade over this but suffice it to say, the First Blood Perk is one of the most interest-terminating Motives in Danganronpa. A good Motive should make you wonder which character's particular psychology is going to interact with the Motive in a way that moves them to murder. This Motive just makes you wonder how they're going to cop out of it.

Ah, but what's a Motive without the rest of the events leading up to the case? Hanging out, being sociable, and trying to defeat the Mastermind. Let's talk about best build-up.

Best Build-Up: 3-1 - A Plan to Thwart the Mastermind All three build-ups center around two major things: Learning about the Killing Game and our fellow players, and getting to know the character who's about to betray us in a big way: Sayaka, Nagito, and Kaede.

Of the three journeys these sets of characters undergo together, Kaede and Shuichi's plan to undermine (and, secretly, assassinate) the Mastermind is immediately investment-grabbing. And while you can spot signs of Kaede's impending plot if you're observant enough, it's not quite as obvious as Sayaka's meltdown and plot to frame Makoto.

Worst Build-Up: 2-1 - Entering the Neo World Program To be honest, this was a toss-up between 1-1 and 2-1. The time we spend getting to know Nagito hits a lot harder given how much more important of a character he's going to be than Sayaka.

But the clincher for me was actually the opening minutes of the game. One of DR2's biggest reveals is that we're in a simulation, but they front-load the game with a lot of Matrix effects that give away the trick immediately as you begin playing it. The opening minutes are the disappointing 11037 clue of DR2, but made worse for being too obvious about a major endgame reveal.

Best Blackened: 3-1 - Kaede Akamatsu Okay, I know I've spent multiple posts complaining about this and it still does piss me off from the perspective of overarching game design choice. But given how intricate and fascinating her murder is and the way it plays so hard on established character traits and relationships, I'd be remiss not to acknowledge her here.

The best murders are the ones that are rooted in characters. That stem entirely from the way the character's identity, personality, and relationship to other characters interacts with the provided Motive. You should always come away from the killer's identity reveal feeling like it not only was this person, but that it could never have been anyone else. It was always going to be them.

Kaede's well-conceived but poorly-aimed plan to kill the Mastermind is a perfect example of a masterfully executed interplay of personality, motive, means, and opportunity coming together in a way that feels true to character and heartbreaking to discover.

Worst Blackened: 1-1 - Leon Kuwata

It's hard to choose between Teruteru and Leon here, because they're in a similar boat. Teruteru has an interesting motive for his involvement, but one that doesn't get examined until the very end in a bid for last-second sympathy. Saving the killer's interesting character traits for FTEs and a last-second revelation is a recurring problem in Danganronpa.

Conversely, Leon doesn't have much motive at all. He's a strong candidate for least developed character in Danganronpa. He was selected more or less arbitrarily by Sayaka to be her intended victim and then killer. He is so utterly divorced from the events of the crime that she had to scrawl his name on the wall for the sake of creating any reason in the world to suspect him. The only reason he's even here is because he thought she was hot. Which also doesn't get examined much outside his FTEs.

But between the two, I feel like Teruteru has more going for him. His fear for his mom makes for a stronger motive, even if we don't find out about it until the very end. He's only slightly better developed than Leon, but his integral role as team chef also plays into the mystery a bit more strongly than Leon "can chuck things through the grate" Kuwata's did.

Leon is Danganronpa's first attempt at writing a killer. And while his switcheroo with Sayaka is interesting, it nonetheless shows.

Best Victim: 1-1 - Sayaka Maizono This is another one that's very hard to call. Sayaka and Imposter Byakuya are both strong contenders for best victim.

As characters, all three first victims coast on external expectations that you carry into the game with you. Expectations of a Maya Fey type character, expectations of Byakuya Togami, expectations of an Ultimate ??? mystery.

What puts Sayaka above Imposter for me is that ultimately, Imposter never feels like more than an archetype. He's the leader, he's brave, he's valiant, he's selfless... He's, honestly, unlike his namesake in the way he takes charge and cares for others. But he lacks any sort of personal connections to the other characters. When he dies, his cause of death is simply "being too heroic".

Sayaka is more interesting because her character writing is deeply personal. We spend a lot of time not only developing who she is but her relationship to protagonist Makoto. She compares more to Kaede than to Imposter or Rantaro, because we get to watch her make an emotional journey over the course of the setup.

When Byakuya turns up dead, he dies fulfilling both his archetypal identity as the heroic leader and his horror role as the Horror Ace who must be killed in order for the story to begin. But when Sayaka turns up dead, it's a genuine twist... Whether you "knew" she was going to commit a murder or not, it's still shocking to see her show up as a victim.

For the short time we had these characters, Sayaka feels like she managed to do more to concoct an interesting character journey than Imposter or Rantaro did, and that's why I have to give this point to her.

Worst Victim: 3-1 - Rantaro Amami Rantaro's the other major candidate for least developed character in Danganronpa. There are things there to enjoy if you're willing to put in the work to find them but, for the most part, he's just. Sort of. There.

He's a nice guy surrounded by a lot of question marks, some of which will be explained far later in the game and others that won't be explained until post-game bonus modes. Wreathed in similar secrecy to Imposter, but lacking Imposter's captivating exterior intrigue. Rantaro has the energy of a random person who accidentally wandered onto the set and now everyone else has to roll with it.

He has a cool character design and he's nice, but he isn't here to stay and he's written like it. The others have complex and fascinating over-the-top characteristics and Rantaro is nearby, smiling politely. He likes bread.

In a similar fashion to how Nagito was a dark reflection of Makoto, Rantaro is. Like. Hajime, if he wasn't written to be an important character of any kind. You can become invested in him if you put in the work to do so but there are tons of other characters who are right there.

Meanwhile, his involvement in his own death is "Wrong place at the wrong time. Whoopsy-doodle."

Best Use of Other Characters: 3-1 - Miu, Gonta, and Shuichi (plus Kaito's mob) This is an easy win for 3-1. A Danganronpa game features a lot of characters, and the more involved they get to be in the crime both before and after the body is found, the better. 1-1 and 3-1 both offer Makoto and Shuichi a key role of adjacency, making them unsuspecting accomplices while the crime is being concocted and carried out. But between them, Shuichi has a more proactive and complex relationship to the crime taking place, while Makoto's simply a patsy.

On top of that, we have Gonta for a false lead suspect, plus the whole complicating factor of Kaito's mob forming right next door to the crime - one member of whom would become the victim.

And we have Miu, who is intricately woven into the case. Miu created the cameras and knows key information about them that becomes important to the case. She also builds a sky-camera drone which becomes supremely important to unraveling the mystery. None of this could have happened without her; Either the setup of the crime or the resolution of the mystery. V3 uses its large cast to great effect here.

Worst Use of Other Characters: 2-1 - Nagito, Peko, and Ibuki. Plus Mahiru and Mikan's investigative skills.

Nagito is an extremely back-and-forth character. Sometimes he's fascinating and other times he's a cackling ball of plot contrivance, doing ridiculous things for ridiculous reasons and getting away with it because plot contrivance is literally his Talent.

2-1 may be Nagito at his weakest. Though the drawing of straws is a fun bit, Nagito contriving 85% of the mystery and pulling it off through sheer Luck Powers for the sake of setting up Teruteru for the remaining 15% feels forced. Nagito's involvement feels like the personification of "Writer's hand moving pieces into place."

Like, the trick with the blackout seems like it'd be difficult to pull off without any testing but Nagito has luck powers so it doesn't matter. The timing of everything going down seems unlikely but Nagito has luck powers so it doesn't matter. Every over-complex detail was perfectly planned 100% by Nagito and it all went exactly according to plan, because it could only go exactly according to plan, because Nagito has luck powers preventing any unexpected complications from ever arising.

This is a toxic influence on a mystery (though it makes 2-5 fascinating). Mysteries are actually more interesting when they don't go exactly according to one brilliant mastermind's flawless foresight.

Aside from Nagito, we have... Peko being in the bathroom. An entire subplot is dedicated to the mystery of Peko's extended bathroom visit. This is a character who will be revealed to be a deadly assassin next chapter, and her sole contribution to the story prior to that point is a joke about diarrhea embarrassment.

That leaves us with Ibuki, Mikan, and Mahiru who play key roles in the investigation. Ibuki has exact photographic memory of every person who spoke during the blackout (which also feels a bit like plot contrivance), Mahiru's photographs provide critical evidence (that's fine, no notes), and Mikan... Mikan's autopsy is useful (that's good) and also the running joke about her tripping into compromising positions is critical evidence (okay, game).

2-1 suffers from a bad case of 4-D Chess Mastermind syndrome and is more interested in poking fun and ogling its cast than it is in having them do interesting things rooted in their characters and personalities that contribute to the story in interesting ways.

Best Mystery: 2-1 - The Table Stabbing 2-1 and 3-1 have a lot of moving parts. The mechanism of Kaede's trap is complicated, but not so complicated that you can't see how it worked - or, at least, was intended to work. The same is true of Shuichi's own plot to capture the Mastermind, which runs adjacent to and interweaves through Kaede's.

Like Nagito, Teruteru, and Imposter, there are multiple conflicting agendas running through Shuichi, Kaede, and Rantaro's collision - though with the intriguing and emotionally gripping complication that they all wanted the same thing. Meanwhile, 3-1 does not run afoul of All According to Keikaku the way 2-1 does.

If you don't know, on sight, who killed Rantaro? Then 3-1 can be a shocking mystery to try and solve, as no possible candidate seems to fit the bill. But if you do know? Then. Well. It's a lot like 1-1, spinning your wheels and waiting for the game to catch up. Worse, if you happen to be too observant and catch things that they don't want you thinking about until 3-6, 3-1 can be pull-your-hair-out frustrating as the game gaslights you about details that are plain in front of your eyes.

2-1's mystery isn't quite as captivating as 3-1's, but it doesn't suffer from these drawbacks either. It's less likely to have been spoiled for you by hanging out with the key figures while they were setting it all up. There's still a bit of bullshit in how it's carried out, but ultimately it simply presents a clever mystery and asks you to investigate and solve it.

Worst Mystery: 1-1 - Murder in Makoto's Shower 1-1 was the first case in the series, and you can tell. While getting to watch Sayaka undergo her emotional journey and developing her crime alongside Makoto is interesting, it does give away many of the details that are going to be Huge Reveals later down the line.

By the time her body is found, you're already 95% of the way to solving the mystery. And she wrote the remaining 5% on the wall for you to find.

Kaede and Shuichi took a lot of notes from Sayaka and Makoto on how to do something like this without flat-out explaining the plan to the audience as they go along. Though I do think that sometimes simpler cases are better than complex ones, 1-1 suffers tremendously from being too obvious about key details, leaving little to discover during investigation.

So, where does that leave the Case 1s? Tallying up their scores, we have:

DRV3: 13 points DR2: 12 points DR1: 11 points

Neck and neck in quality but V3 takes a slim lead. Featuring the strongest build-up portion, best Blackened, and best use of Side Characters, V3 edges out the competition with careful, creative, and entertaining use of its cast as a whole.

DR2 thrives on its plot details, with a great Motive and the most well-constructed mystery to spin out of the events, but suffers from poor use of its characters as well as a middling killer and victim.

While DR1 coasts by on the strength of the Sayaka twist, having a harder time establishing itself than the sequels that followed in its footsteps and learned from its mistakes.

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 #comparative look at danganronpa cases

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ilikerpgs · 1 year ago

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A small Tales of Symphonia fanfic about one last talk between the main characters, right before they split paths and pursue new objectives. (with Zelos as 1st person narrator lol)

Mostly based on the game ending, but also inspired by the anime and manga versions, with a bit of sprinkled headcanon.

/// Summary: Sylvarant and Tethe'alla are united once again and a new World Tree is born. Lloyd and Colette rejoins the group bringing the news about the Summon Spirit Martel and the promise they made. Before anything else, though, the exhaustion of the recent events finally catches up to the party and they choose to have a quick rest before saying their goodbyes.

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I betrayed them. Pronyma took Colette with her, leaving me behind to fight. Of course, I lost. I knew I would lose. I end up in Lloyd's arms, somehow. Eh, how embarassing. I get to have one last look on everyone, at least. But something surprises me; they don't look disappointed, nor disgusted, not even angry. They're sad. Sheding tears for someone like me? Heh. That's just like them. Slowly, the world fades around me. Then, I wake up. It's late afternoon, the last of sunrays arriving at our camp. Oh, right. We just saved the world or something, huh? I sit up and find that I'm not the only one who fell asleep. Lloyd is snoring without a worry in the world. Colette is next to him, looking like a resting angel. Then, there's Genis, who looks like he cried himself to sleep. And Raine is right beside him, with an arm over him. Sibling love... Over there there's Sheena and Presea, leaning on a tree. Maybe they fell asleep while talking? How cute! And finally there's Regal, sleeping while sitting down, judging me-

"So you are awake, Chosen."

"So are you. Standing guard, I presume?" He nods. "Man, you never take a break, do you?"

"I can't really rest when the end of our journey isn't here just yet. We're about to face new ordeals along with the consequences of the world unification, after all."

"No! Don't remind me of it, please. I lend a hand to you guys only to find more trouble! I just had enough of that reponsability stuff!!"

"Oh, shut up, idiot chosen! I can't sleep with that annoying yapping of yours!" Sheena joins in, as delicate as ever. I can't help but smile back to her.

"You just can't ignore this sweet voice of mine, is that what you're saying?" I evade a surprise seal attack. Regal is unfazed by our exchange.

"I understand being the chosen must have been a burden as much as a benefit. But now that mana flows equally to both lands and the world regenaration cycle was broken, your title may as well change its meaning." Regal says as he brings his hand to his chin. "Perhaps it's your chance to forge your own path."

"Who knows. Despite everything, being 'The Chosen One' has its charm." I quickly change subjects. "When are you going to get rid of those, by the way?" I mimic his handcuffed arms pose. He seems to find it amusing enough to smirk.

"When the time comes."

"But we defeated Cruxis, right?" Ah, Presea must have awakened with all the commotion. "You- we fulfilled our promise to Alicia."

Regal shakes his head. "Not completely. I still have to do my share to free the world of the Exspheres for good. I'm sure my position will be of great value to aid Lloyd's quest of doing so."

"Still, you don't need these anymore, really." Sheena says as she stands up and approaches Regal. She rests her hands on her hips. "I mean, isn't about time for you to turn the page?"

"I agree with Sheena. After everything we passed through, we're all going to start over somehow."

"Listen to the ladies, Regal. They're concerned about you~"

Regal sighs. "So all of you believe I should let go of the past."

Sheena ruffles her hair, probably trying to find the right words. "It's less about forgetting the past and more about looking foward the future, you know?"

"You had enough punishment." Regal lift his eyes to Presea as she speaks. "Free yourself at once so you can start paying for your mistakes properly." Regals looks pensive for a moment.

After a deep breath, he clenches his fists and *clank!* Moving his arm in opposite directions, he breaks the handcuffs like it's nothing. What the heck.

"Woah!" Sheena eyes widen. "I was thinking of asking Lloyd to lockpick it for you, but that works too." She starts laughing.

"That was impressive." Presea soft expression says otherwise, but we know she meant it.

Someone starts clapping. "You're amazing, Regal!" Colette has also awaken, just in time for the show.

"There's nothing amazing about it." Regal blushes with all the attention. A rather funny contrast, a man of his build to act so bashful.

"Ah~ Is anyone else hungry?" Colette stands up and starts walking towards us. "I was thinking of making some snacks-" Presea tries to warn her right away. "Colette, look out!" Too late- she trips on Genis and falls over him and Raine. A sequence of surprised and painful interjections ensues.

"I'm sorry!!" she squeaks. I quickly move to give her a hand.

"Are you okay, Colette-dear? What about you, Raine-hun?"

"I'm great, thanks." Genis answers instead.

"Yes, I'm sure you are." I get a mean-look in return. I shrug and he rolls out his eyes, only for them to meet with Presea's, who was right next to him. He drops back.

"Did I scare you?" She tilts her head.

"N-not at all! Aha- ahaha!" She extends her hand to help him stand, which he hesitates to accept for a second. Oh, c'mon, Genis! She cartoonishly lifts him back to his feet. "T-thanks." He brushes the dirt from his pants and looks around. "Is everyone up?"

"Almost." Raine points at Lloyd, fast asleep, totally unaware of his surroundings.

"Leave it to me!" I say as I raise my hand. I crouch next to him. He's drooling. Can you believe it? He's the guy who can lift anyone's spirit, who endured some crazy journey of trial and error and choose to follow a rocky path with a smile in the face...

"What are going to do?" Colette asks in antecipation.

"Shh!" I reply to her, playfully making a gesture asking for silence.

Anyway, everyone's up, it's about time he join us too. I pinch his nose with my thumb and index finger. One, two, three... He opens his eyes and get up away too fast, our foreheads meet. Ouch!! Okay, I guess I deserved it.

"Uugh! Zelos, what are you doing!?" Everyone bursts in different degrees of laugh.

"Is your head made of iron or what? Ah, my pretty face..." I rub my forehead.

"Hmm? It's already getting dark."

"Hey, bud, how about we go to a town and get some decent rest?"

"You're forgetting a tiny detail. Now that the worlds merged, don't you think the geography may be a tad different?" Sheena has a point. "Who knows how much it changed."

"Hopefully not too much." Wishful thinking, I know.

"We can use the rheairds to scout the area around and see if there's any villages near us."

"Okay, I'll go with you! If we need to, I can use Luna to light our path back!" Raine nods in response. "Stay safe, everyone, we'll be back soon."

"I'll gather firewood before it's get too dark."

"I'll go with you, Presea!"

Genis and Presea also leave us.

"Eeh, I guess we'll end up camping tonight, after all." I let out a sigh. I'm not very thrilled with the idea. To be honest, I wish I could just arrive home and drop on my bed. Maybe sleep for a week or two. Now that's a plan.

"Then I'll start doing the snacks!" Colette on other hand looks very excited. She interrupts my daydreaming. "Can you give me a hand, Zelos?"

"So you recognize my cooking talents, dear Colette?!"

"Hm! I would love if you helped me with the tea. You always make it so tasty!"

"You know, I think it wouldn't hurt to start planning dinner too." Lloyd joins the cooking party.

"Let's organize our stash and see what else we can cook for everyone."

"Oh? Our star chef, duke Bryant, will also help?"

"S-star chef?"

"Zelos is right, your cooking skills are something else! But you still can't beat up Genis' skills." What a loyal friend.

"Alright, let's get started!"

On Colette's command, each one of us started doing what we did best in cuisine. Which means my duty was to brew some tea. It doesn't sounds like much, does it? But, you see, a life of luxury will make one lazy. If I wanted tea, I could just order someone to bring it to me in a silver plate and a fancy cup. I only ever lifted a finger when there was no choice. Anything I considered trivial was out of my mind.

It's kinda of a lame way of life, isn't it?

"Lloyd! Look! Look!!" Colette points out at the opposite side of the sunset, in awe. "It's 'Tethe'alla' and... Sylvarant?"

Look at that, indeed. We have two moons now!

"After the Derris-Kharlan mess, that's a more welcome addition to the sky, isn't it?" You bet, Lloyd. It feels like it was only yesterday. Except the comet was still there earlier today. Menacingly haging over our heads. Yeah. I really need a vacation after all of this.

"It's a beautiful view." Fitting comment, Regal always striked me as a romantic.

We go back to the current task at hand: dinner. As we are entertained with the meal preparation, time slipped by. Presea and Genis are back. I was expecting either Presea bringing back a entire tree trunk or Genis carrying more weight than he should to impress her; but my comical imagination was betrayed by a more grounded scene of them holding just a bunch of twigs and sticks each. I still have to hold my laugh and hope no one notices.

"Welcome back!" Colette cheerfully greets them.

"Raine and Sheena aren't back yet?"

"No, not yet." Lloyd offers them fruit sandwiches in handkerchiefs. "I'm sure they won't mind if we start ahead!"

"Isn't better to wait for them?" Colette doesn't fully approve eating without everything reunited, even though she seems the one who was most antecipating the sweets.

That's just how she is. She cares too much about the others, and that's something I learned as soon as she got her voice back. At first, I attributed her nature to the fact she's the Chosen. But so I am. We held the same fate, yet we were opposites. This certainly made me a little bitter. Was it jealousy? Was I jealous of how dedicated to her role she was, how she never complained? How she was so strong and so selfless? I was wrong, though. She was afraid and struggled with her destiny too. What made her endure all of it was her love. The love for her family, for her friends, for her world... She thought it was worth it. That's what she told me. And because she wasn't alone, she also started to fight for her own sake too.

Instead of jealousy, I came to admire her.

"The tea will get cold." I hand over a cup to Colette, who end up accepting it. "They'll be here soon, I'm sure."

"Oh, are you worried about them, Colette? Raine is cautious and has a good direction sense, they'll be fine! Now, if it was Lloyd and Sheena instead, I would be worried too."

"What was that!?" Lloyd ruffles Genis' hair in response.

"Nooo~! Stop it!" Free again, he starts tyding up his hair back to its original state. "I mean, you two are kinda alike, so..."

"Hey, now that's going too far! Sheena isn't even here to defend herself." I agree with Genis, but standing up for a woman is a gentleman's job. Lloyd doesn't take it too well and sends me a threating stare. Oh, no, not my hair!

Fortunately, I'm saved by the bell- we can hear the rheairds' engine sound getting closer and a light shortening its distance from us. The girls are back!

Sheena give us a quick report.

"We found an area very similar to the outskirsts of Mizuho to the north! But since it's dark already, we decided to come back before exploring any further. We should go that direction first thing tomorrow."

"Oh, you guys made dinner already? If I knew I would have come sooner to help." Says the person who can mess up frying an egg in the most creative ways possible. Which is very intriguing. Raine is a very mature and rational woman, but even her has her quirks.

Well, hanging out with everyone for so long, it was bound to happen that I would start seeing more facets than any person usually shows. I spent a lot of time observing. I did join them as a spy, to begin with. To think I had no intention of getting too involved or anything. And now... We're all friends! The irony.

Or maybe I'm getting too ahead of myself. Not too many hours ago I was this close to ditch everyone. I'm sure they haven't fully forgiven me just yet (as they should).

Then what am I doing sharing a warm meal with everyone?

"Say, now that we have settled with the most urgent business... What are you guys doing next?" Everyone looks at each other, waiting to see who will answer Sheena first.

"I'll go to Meltokyo to meet up with His Majesty." I start, because why not. "We have lots of thing to talk over, after all."

"I have to get ready for my next journey! But before that I'll pay a visit to dad and K-" Lloyd chokes up in the middle of the sentence.

"Lloyd, are you okay?!" Colette rubs his back.

"Don't eat and talk at the same time!" Genis seems to be familiar with the scene.

"Ahem! I want to get rid of the Exspheres and I don't know how long that'll take, so the sooner I start, the better!"

"You're always so restless. But I feel the same. I'll go back to Iselia for a while to plan my trip with Genis. The world may look different now, but there still many things that need to be changed."

"Raine..." Genis plays a bit with his food, lost in thought.

"I'll go with Lloyd!" Colette and Lloyd smile to each other. It looks like something they decided beforehand. Look at them, it's like they live in their own little world.

"I want to go too!" Oh? "Let me accompany you, Lloyd!"

"Of course, Genis!"

"I expected you would want to go along with them." Genis opens his mouth to say something, but Raine continues. "There's no rush for us, just do what you think you need to do."

"Right! Thank you, Raine!"

"And since you three will be absent for who knows how long, I'll prepare some material for your studies in the way."

"Say what!? Professor, we still get homework!?"

"Lloyd, you should know by now I won't let you education to go unfinished! It's my duty as your teacher to see you with the basic knowledge fully covered!"

Lloyd just sighs, his two childhood friends patting his back in solidarity.

"...I intend to take up the reins of the Lazareno company once again and set things straight as soon as I can."

"I also have some work to do back in Mizuho. But hey, now we all live in the same world, we can still visit each other anytime!"

"...I wonder what I should do." Presea whispers. Aw, man. That's right. Out of everyone here, she's the only one who really has nothing to return to. Even though I don't have a "home" either, I still have a place to go back. And I have my sister, even if she doesn't want anything to do with me. Or at least that's what I wanted to believe. Well, being a Chosen won't matter soon enough and she'll be free. Might as well give her a tour of the outside world...

"Presea, would you like to come to Altamira with me?"

"Ah! Well, I..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to impose. I only believe that this is the least I can do for you, even if it's just a temporary alternative."

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Then try thinking from another angle. What do you want to do, Presea?"

She ponders for a few seconds. She can choose now. Maybe this fact still didn't fully come to her.

"I see. There's many things I want to do, actually. The first thing I want to do is to visit Alicia to let her know of everything that we went through and that will continue moving foward. I also wish to rebuild Ozette in the future, this time to be a village that welcomes anyone, humans, elfs and half-elfs alike. And if possible, I want to help with the Exspheres issue too."

"There you go. There's a long way to achieve some of these goals, but you have all the time in the world now."

"Yes, I do. I'll accept your offer, then. Thank you."

"Just do things at your own pace and you'll be fine!"

"That's a very you advice, Lloyd." Genis teases.

"Is that so? Haha!"

"I don't think that was a compliment." Sheena read my thoughts.

"You can count on us, Presea!" Genis cheers her up.

"You're not alone anymore." Collete adds as she grabs both Presea's hands, like an assurance of her presence.

"If you ever get tired of the old Duke Bryant, feel free to drop by my house, okay?"

"Really? You really are hopeless."

"C'mon, don't twist my intentions, Sheeeenaaa!"

"Thank you all, truly." Presea gives us her beautiful smile.

Now, that's a good question. What I want to do. What I want still hasn't changed, I think.

"Okay, whose turn is it to wash the dishes again? Zeeelos?" Ack! Is that the brat's way of punishment for before?

"I'll help too!"

"Colette! ♥"

"Don't spoil him, Colette." You don't spoil the moment, Lloyd!

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

"Fine! It'll be faster if I give hand too, right?"

"You guys are making me look bad..." Genis joins the cleaning in the end.

"Aw, all the kids are volunteering." Raine, you're just one year older the me...!

Before I know it, the service is done, and we're all ready to take a long nap. Or so I thought. I find myself stargazing. I often did it back home too. I would slip out of the bed in the middle of the night and go up on the roof. Being surrounded by the night sky makes me feel small. At times like this, I would just embrace the void, but my mind is too busy to wander.

Out little adventure is over now. Everyone has set to do something, now there's only me left to decide. I could just go back to my life. All my hunnies must miss me so much~ They're probably lonely without me. Yeah, right. Ha ha!

I get it now.

I'll miss them. I'll feel lonely without them.

It can't be helped, though, our little group will soon be disbanded. What should I do now? Maybe I could mirror Regal and Sheena, and put my status to use. Maybe I could do like Raine and Presea, and take my time to plan out my next steps. Maybe I could go right back to action like Lloyd, Colette and Genis. Or maybe I should be more original. Whatever I do, it'll be what I want to do. That sounds good enough.

I close my eyes.

Slowly, the world fades around me.

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Lloyd gives his dad, Dirk, one final hug before leaving home. He has already given his farewell to his father and mother beforehand, each one now existing in their own unreachable distances.

Right next to the exit, Colette and Genis are waiting for him under a tree shade, with their rucksacks and bags all ready for the trip.

"'Morning, guys! Are you ready?"

Two figures appear from behind, whispering a gentle "boo" in unison. Lloyd lets a shriek out of surprise. He quickly turns around.

"Hey, bud! We're all ready to hit the road!"

"You really didn't notice us? Well, I'm ninja, but still..."

"Z-Zelos and Sheena?!" Colette and Genis just giggle- they were already aware of their presence. "What are YOU doing here?"

"Well, you see... We're here on behalf of the king, as messengers from Tethe'alla. Rejoice in the presence of the Great Chosen One and the Gorgeous Chief of Mizuho!"

Sheena hits Zelos with her elbow. He bends a little from the pain.

"You'll go around all over the globe and stuff, yeah? That works perfectly for us."

"So we are travelling together again...!"

"For the time being, yep. But don't get too used to it, or else when we do separate our ways, I'll cry."

"You, crying?" Lloyd looks perplexed.

"Of relief, of course." Zelos smirks. Lloyd chases Zelos around.

"Good to see they're so full of energy." Sheena sighs.

"And here I thought we would have a peaceful trip." Genis shakes his head.

Colette thinks back to when she started the Journey of Regeneration. This is different. It won't be easy either, but she's not worried. Her heart feels light and more hopeful then ever.

The friends set out to their new adventure.

THE END

#tales of symphonia #fanfic #zelos wilder #regal bryant #sheena fujibayashi #presea combatir #colette brunel #genis sage #raine sage #lloyd irving

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yazzydream · 1 year ago

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part 3 of parts i'm excited for in shibuya arc! I swear i didn't expect this to go so long, but as i kept going over shibuya i realized there were SO MANY things i'm looking forward to seeing animated!

manga SPOILERS ahead, obviously.

(pt. 1 here | pt. 2 here)

YEA LET'S START THIS POST OFF WITH TOTAL DEVESTATION.

nanami's wretched state. mahito's reveal in the purikura booth. the welling dread. it's suspense. it's film. it's drama.

ah ah ah ah

i'm going to cry so much. i'm a crybaby. i will be crying so. much.

YEAAAAH THAT'S MY BABY GURL!! ACCOMPLICES PART DUEX!!! I absolutely ADORE that nobara is mahito's natural enemy. that friggin rocks!!! my favorite duo working together remotely is such a badass idea really highlighting how in sync they are with each other. (interesting contrast to how megumi found it difficult to work with yuji in the fight against the mustache guy earlier.)

bby nobara flashback from fumi's pov. 😭 she was such a precocious child and fumi's perspective of nobara was so interesting.

*sob sob sob sob* i love this scene so much. how it goes from surprisingly gentle to shockingly graphic.

👁️ akutami really loving that dismemberment and eye horror huh.

this whole daily life sequence is actually funny on its own. 😂 i laugh every time. AND THEN IT CUTS TO--

fuck me up, gege.

sorry, minor tangent. but basically, what i'm getting from rereading this, is that yuji's whole, 'giving people a proper death' is all bullshit. you die, you die. looking for logic or reason in a sorcerer's death-- deaths being "proper"-- is pointless. todo's right. mahito brought it up too, that yuji's motivations were childish. a kind of... typical shonen hero motivation that sounds half-hearted at best. you'll notice, from this point on, yuji never brings up giving people a "proper death" again. at least, i haven't noticed him doing so.

anyway, back to cool shit i wanna see in the anime.

aaaand there it is. yuuji's realization which leads directly to... i know i've said this over and over again, but this sequence is one of my all-time favorites in jjk. or... any manga actually. it's just so fucking cinematic. i can SEE it in motion and now it will be! please please pull this off, mappa. 🤞 i need this to be poetry in motion.

need to close this post off with something. so, here's psuedo-geto, an honestly compelling villain, bouncing with the prison realm. the heroes failed and didn't release or even retrieve gojo. scarred, mutilated, or dead. and we're left on the precipice of a world changing event while the big bad strolls away.

nice.

what a fucking way for the season to end? unless they go post-shibuya arc, but i honestly think the season ending on this fucked up cliffhanger would be fantastic. lol

#jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen #my jjk #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #let's try to be more bloggy shall we

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shibainu2006 · 2 years ago

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Sunsets in Georgia

Author's note: I had a lot of fun with this!

@killersweetie

@love-thanatopsis

@captain-liminal

The school day was nearing its end.

Reign sat in history class, a bored expression adorning her features.

As Trein handed out study guides and homework, she sat, deep in thought.

Everything seemed to remind her of home...

Her heart ached at the thought of her family.

Even sitting in the classroom made her remember home.

A faint voice called to her, "Prefect?"

Ace... He and Deuce looked worried.

Grim, not so much, "You spacin' out again, henchman?" He crossed his arms, swaying his tail gently as he stood on the desk staring right at her.

Reign quickly snapped out of her homesick daze, coming back to reality, "Sorry. Didn't mean to lose focus like that."

Deuce tilted his head at her, wondering if something was wrong, "You okay?" He asked, "You've been in your own little world the entire class. Usually you at least snap out of it when class is almost over."

"Ah, yes.. I guess I'm just a bit tired." She rubbed the back of her neck.

Perhaps she was tired. Exhausted even.

Reign had been sleeping just fine, though... I couldn't be that.

Something else?

This feeling was familiar, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

"If you're sure.." Deuce wouldn't worry about it if she didn't want him to.

Neither would Ace, "C'mon! We said we'd hang out after school!" The ginger spoke with excitement.

Grim nodded, "I'm gonna get a bunch of tuna while we're out!"

Reign shook her head, fiddling with the sleeve of her hoodie.

She didn't really feel like going...

"You guys go on without me. I'm far too exhausted to do anything else."

"Are ya sure?" Ace asked.

Was she alright?

"Yeah. Go ahead." Reign encouraged them.

They merely nodded, leaving the classroom without her to go and have fun.

The prefect packed her things neatly into her bag, starting to space out once more.

She sank further into her mind, thinking of how she would always be the last to leave class back in her world.

Slow, and easy going as the bell rang and teens rushed to get home.

The hallways bustled with life, and students were rowdy.

They would yell swear words and often make it harder to get to the bus by blocking the way, but Reign always got through.

By the time she tuned back into her surroundings, she found herself standing below the tree in front of Ramshackle.

The evening was quite beautiful.

Nostalgic, almost.

Reign took a good look at the sky above her, emotions washing over her mind like ocean waves.

The sky was painted in warm colors, almost like a blanket.

Clouds danced in the sky, fading into the oranges and yellows that blended together like watercolors.

The sun did not blaze with a blinding light the way it did midday.

It seemingly sank into the ground below, just as tired as she was.

Reign felt weight heavy on her chest.

The sight of it made her want to cry.

She remembered when she was small, living with her grandmother.

Summer break was nearly over, and her dear friends, who lived just down the street, had come to play.

They drew with chalk on the concrete driveway, leading up to the garage of a large house built with bricks.

Dolls were scattered around them, and two bikes were parked right at the mail box.

The cheery voices of her peers rang in her head, along with her own.

The face of a girl and her brother smiling right at her flashed in her mind.

Her name was called by an older woman.

She looked a bit like her, but her hair was gray, and she was a bit taller.

"It's time to eat, Reign!" She told her.

It was her grandmother.

A much smaller girl stood next to her.

She looked a lot like Reign, with a much rounder face.

Her little sister.

Reign stood up, waving goodbye to her friends, who had already begun to ride home.

Her grandmother picked up the chalk and dolls, taking them back inside, whilst Reign and her sister followed suit.

This... This memory...

She wanted to relive it once more...

Her chest tightened, and her eyelids suddenly felt heavy.

Her eyes stung, and she felt her nose become runny.

The thought of her own house, which she worked hard to get lingered as well.

Her home was made from wood, dark and cozy.

The sun setting right behind the spacious backyard, as Reign sat in a chair as her art desk on the porch, sketching what she saw.

The porch had all kinds of plants growing in pots, well taken care of and adding to its aesthetic.

The yard's grass was bathed in the sunlight, swaying gently in the wind.

Her heart squeezed itself in her chest.

She felt... almost melancholy remembering these things.

Reign felt something wet running down her cheeks, suddenly.

She was crying...

She missed home...

The prefect snapped out of her thoughts, once again back in reality.

Her vision was obscured by the tears in her eyes.

Oh, how she longed for that sunset...

That southern sunset that was rivaled by no other...

The sunset that only Georgia could offer.

She wanted so badly to be enveloped by the breeze...

To hear crickets chirping and see birds migrating in the distance.

That warm air... She craved it.

Reign sniffed, taking her glasses off and whiping her tears with her sleeve.

She wanted to go home...

The more she thought about it, the heavier the pressure on her chest became.

Home...

Ever since she came to Twisted Wonderland, she hadn't felt at home.

It had been anything but welcoming.

All the overblotting..

She had nearly forgotten what peace was.

Most all the activities included magic, which she didn't have.

All Reign ever did was sit on the sidelines and watch.

Unmoving...

Unbothered..

Untouched.

She only played mother to those around her.

How truly unfortunate she had become, to forget about home...

To only just now remember what she left...

Eventually, all her emotions numbed themselves, and her expression was that of emptiness.

She longed for that warmth.

That sunset.

She wanted to see it.

It would never happen, though.

Crowley didn't know how to send her home, and she certainly didn't hold it against him.

Reign walked into Ramshackle, closing the door behind her and locking it.

What an annoying day...

The end~

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #ramshackle dorm #ramshackle prefect #ramshackle #grim twst #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #heartslabyul #twst drabble

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quinloki · 11 months ago

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Omg i just read the kid forget me not! it was amazing. How on earth can you write like you do? Its always so well written, the way you personify the characters is like they are speaking through you and i feel like there's like 30 updates every time I get on. Like bro how? is it really a whole team of writers or something? do you just not sleep? I need answers!

Ah... ^^; oh man, thank you so much for the kind words ^^;;;

I don't know what to say, um... I've been writing stories since I was like eight, so when it comes to WPM I'm relatively fast? My job requires a lot of typing too, and I was one of those horrible procrastinators in school, so I'd end up having to type up 2k word essays in an hour before class started.

My job currently has a lot of down time due to automation processes I develop, maintain and debug, so I write on my phone when I can't do anything else on my company computer. This gives me a LOT of extra time to write, plan, outline, etc. On top of that I just write a lot in my free time.

It's not easy, and I really only average 26-33 WPM depending on how much focus I can maintain, but it is enjoyable, and at my age I've learned how to plow through most emotional blocks and just get the words on the paper. Once I do that, I can fix them, but I mean, again, we're talking like three decades of trying and failing and learning and scrapping etc.

One Piece just... feeds me, I guess. I love a lot of anime and media, but this world and these characters just have me by the short hairs. I can't think about anything else ^^; I had to fight against it for a while to just make sure it didn't negatively impact everything else.

I mean, I can't risk my job just to write.

But no, it's just me. No team. Just a dash of insanity and the dumb luck to have a relationship, a home, and a job that make it easier to devote obscene amounts of time to writing. Which turns x WPM into like 2-3k words a day on average. (12k in one day is my current record. I do not Ever Expect to Break that, I nearly forgot to eat that day I was so over-focused ^^; )

I sleep ^^; I promise. <3

#quin answers #anon asks

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knockyasocksoff2022 · 11 months ago

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May I Love You?

(A/N: I'm really on a roll with these Ranpo relationship reveals. This one contains some other couples too. No beta we die like that guy Mushitarou dropped off that building.)

(1,472 words)

Ranpo's Perspective

I deduced my boyfriend's– I mean rival's intentions days and days ago but he's been working on a new manuscript that I haven't had time to confront him about it. Ordinarily I would beat him to the punch but it's fun watching him be all shy.

A scratching sound from behind me brings my attention back to the office. I'd know that sound anywhere. Karl. My best friend. It's time.

I turn, and he drops the leather bound volume in my lap. I start to reach in my pocket but he skitters away before I can give him a treat. How odd? He's just as much a sweet tooth as I am, is Edgar mad that I haven't mentioned his recent project? I'd assumed he'd wanted space to work on it.

I open the volume.

It's blank.

There isn't a trace of ink or indenting on any of the pages. This is getting more confusing by the second, which is distressing because confusion isn't something I feel often. Then I sport it.

As soon as I see the note taped to the back, the situation becomes obvious. Ah, Edgar, you managed to stump me for a second! You really are my soulmate.

I start to get up but the amount of effort Edgar must have poured into this, given how shy he is, must have been immense. If he's asking this of me I really should respect his work.

Already itching to see the book's author, I turn over the last page and read the carefully scrawled note. Edgar's handwriting can appear at times somewhat messy, almost fevered, when his mind is supplying him with ideas much faster than his hand can move. But this note has been written in delicate decadent script, the characters almost taking on the appearance of English cursive as they curve elegantly. He thought about this, most likely writing several drafts until it was perfect.

It reads:

"I'm sorry, I know I should be doing this in person, but I'd be far too embarrassed with all of your colleagues present. I suppose this is what I get for being too impatient to wait until your work hours ended. And I'm sure by this point you've already deduced my intentions, however I do wish to do this formally, so if you have any intention of accepting my offer, meet me outside."

I'd been expecting this, I know I had but I can't help the way my heartbeat accelerates, pounding in my chest, filling me with butterflies.

I almost knock over Kenji as I run out the door.

Yosano's Perspective

I've never seen Ranpo run before.

Well, I have, but that was when we were about to be murdered. Other than dashing around when he accompanies one of us shopping, his pace is light and even, without a care in the world.

Now he sprints through the office, heading straight for the door. Last I checked there's no new murders he's been asked to help with. Does he even know where he's going?

I saw that Racoon, Kyle, I think its name is, drop off a manuscript from the Guild author that comes by often. Did something in the book upset Ranpo that much? And why didn't Ranpo get sucked into the book after the first page?

I hope we don't have to go look for him, especially since we're down four people. Kunikida and Atsushi are out on a reconnaissance mission and it's the Tanizakis' day off.

I start down the stairs after him, he doesn't even turn at my footsteps, and when I get almost out the door I see the raccoon again, and a sleek black car, an American company.

The author is here! I see . . . that means I should give them some privacy then. I google and creep as quietly as I can back up the stairs, so as not to disturb the two men.

Dazai is already standing at the window, looking out over the street below. I go to meet him, still smiling as I think of the detective and the author together.

Dazai looks over at me nodding to the boys below us. Even though they're older than both Dazai and I, I can't shake the feeling of watching two teenagers have their first love. Maybe it's because they're both so different from others of their age. Maybe it's because both our pasts have aged Dazai and I so much beyond our physical years.

We're silent as we watch them share an embrace and then a kiss.

I reach over to the desk and pull the manuscript from the table, a note falls out. My smile only grows as I read it. A love confession, or nearly. Ranpo has a boyfriend now.

Dazai sighs, turning away from the window, back still resting against the sill, looking back to the office. His gaze is fixed on me now, something like a smile on his lips. A smile different from the wide grins he usually flashes, it doesn't look so painted on. A smile tainted by all he's been through. Real but fleeting, never wide or bright enough because of a dark and twisted past. I don't think he minds it, he should, but he doesn't.

"That makes four of us with partners from opposing organisations" The chuckles that leave his lips is a twisting hollow sound, not unlike his smile.

"Yeah" is all I can say, trying to ground myself in the calm moment. I force myself to think only of how happy Ranpo looks, the rosy blush dusting his cheeks. If I'm happy for him I can't be sad for me.

Gentle footsteps echo, Kenji is at the window beside us. He stares at Ranpo and his new boyfriend.

"Wow! Ranpo-san looks so happy, good for him!' Kenji cheers.

Dazai pats the farmer boy on the head and presses his pointer finger over his lips, shushing him. "How about we keep this between us. Afterall, this isn't our secret to tell."

Kenji's eyes widen in realisation and he looks around just to make sure the office is empty as he nods, "Alright, of course I won't mention it, you have my word."

"Thank you, Kenji-kun." Dazai's words are so quiet I almost can't hear them and from there silence creeps in, the comfortable kind, the happiness still like a blanket over me even after we turn away from the window.

The warmth of the feeling only dulls when something occurs to me.

"Wait, earlier you mentioned that there are five of us dating those from other organisations, who's the fourth? Did Atsushi and Akutagawa finally get together?"

But that would still leave one couple?

"Nope!" The grin is back on Dazai's face again.

I try to puzzle it out. There's me and Kouyou, Dazai and Chuuya, and now Ranpo and the Guild Author. Who's the last couple?

Finally I give up. "Then who?"

"Not my secret to tell either."

I feel the cool steady pressure of someone's gaze on me. There's only one person who could make you feel that just by looking at you, the only person I've ever met who has such an unshakably calm aura. The President.

I turn to greet him, but he's already walking out.

"Oh, President, where are you going?" I ask, because I'm a little embarrassed to be caught just staring out the window doing nothing during working hours.

He offers a small smile, "Just out. You needn't bother yourself, return to what you were doing. I'll be gone for the remainder of the day, but should you need me for anything you know where to contact me."

I watch him go, he's taking his bag with him. It's rare for him to leave early, whatever he's doing must be important.

Yukichi's Perspective

I shake my head as I head out the office door.

Yosano-kun and Dazai-kun have resumed their banter. I listen for a moment.

"Dazai, pleeease!" Yosano-kun drags out the words in hopes of breaking Dazai-kun's steel resolve.

"Nope!" I can picture that clownish smile of his, so like the look someone I know gets when he's about to pull something mischievous, only Dazai-kun wears it all the time. As if it was plastered onto his face or he put it on so many times he forgot to take it off, or forgot how.

I continue down the stairs, the last thing I hear being Yosano-kun's scream of: "You little shit!"

I know Dazai-kun won't reveal the name of the fifth agency member dating someone from another organisation. He's withstood far more gruesome torture with a smile on his face. Most of the time I can only hope he'll relax into a life in the light. I wish he would accept that he is truly safe now, but now I'm grateful. If that name were to get out it wouldn't be good anyone involved

Speaking of couples, I owe a certain surgeon money.

Oh, my Ranpo, my beloved son, why couldn't you have waited another month to start dating Poe-san?

(A/N: Even Dazai doesn't know about Tachizaki)

(A/N: I've leaned into a sodter style for this one, because I liked the last one I wrote so much, and as I mentioned in my previous post I love writing fukumori so I wanted to included them. Also I like to think that this title has a slight double meaning. Yukichi wonders if it truly is alright to be in such a deep realtionship with someone from an enemy organisation, but love is love and it can't be helped❤️.)

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