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aarcanechaoss · 4 years ago

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3. Strength

We learn some more about our outstanding team and we find that Ryoko is a strong girl... she just lifted Dazai over her shoulder with ease.

Okay Bokuto was actually very funny Ryoko found. Akaashi was a seemingly less dead inside version of Fyodor and she appreciated that greatly.

“Fukami Aoba Johsai’s captain wants to talk to you.” Higuchi said, venom lacing her words. The pinkette rolled her eyes making Akaashi giggle quietly.

“Alright blondie where are they?”

“Don’t call me blondie you hoarder.” She snapped. “Over there in the light blue t-shirt.”

“Yikes someone didn’t get their daily dose of Aku today. Nice chat boys talk soon.”

Oikawa wasn’t stupid enough to say he wasn’t nervous to talk to the pink haired girl, he’s a confident man, stupidly cocky and competitive but he knows when he needs to back down from the alpha dog. Ryoko being the Alpha dog. She was terrifying, even mad dog stared towards their team in awe. They looked friendly enough but Toru Oikawa was astute enough to figure out something was up with the Yokohama team.

Strong

Fast

Incredibly keen

He needed to know and he was going to ask each and every player on that team.

Hirotsu fiddled with his monocle and watched as the students mingled, called parents or friends and generally did their own things, the Fukurodani coach stepped beside him.

“Takeyuki Yamiji.” He says. “Your team is something.”

“Ryuro Hirotsu. Yes they are.” He smiled. “Fukurodani is quite strong too.”

“In comparison to your lot I’ll definitely take that compliment.” The man laughed. “I’m sure you know half the reason Yokohama was invited was so we could learn your plays.”

“We know.” Hirotsu said smugly.

“Then I must ask why agree? Some of us definitely aren’t near your level we were surprised you agreed to join the camp.” Yamiji wondered.

“Let’s just say our lot needs some normalcy. Our school is very much performance based they need to be good at everything they set their minds too. They can do it they are strong kids but a misstep would... uh... anger them. We don’t pressure them to be perfect in any way- we want them to do well... and they enjoy teaching others. The third years like being mentors, the second years want to show off just a little and the first years want to be seen outside of Volleyball. A training camp gives them freedom.” Ranpo interjected.

“Very well said Edogawa.” Hirotsu laughed. Yamiji nodded in understanding.

“Shiratorizawa’s coach needs to be more like you, he’s stuck in his old ways- should have seen his face when your girls weren’t managers.”

“Ugh.” Ranpo sneered. If only they all knew what the Yokohama team really was they’d change their tune.

“Ugh indeed.” Yamiji laughed. “I should go make sure Bokuto isn’t planning on kidnapping Fukami from you he looks so sad now that she’s gone over to Oikawa and their Ace.”

“Perhaps, she has that affect on people.” Hirotsu smiled. She carries a warmth about her that gets hidden by a stone like shell with cracks running through it. The warmth would be a raging fire if not held back.

All of the Yokohama team was like that- they weren’t normal the school made certain they knew that, no one at that school was. Could you even call it a school? Principal Fukuzawa wasn’t entirely pleased by the governments methods of teaching.... non of the teachers were... it’s not teaching if the kids pass out.

Speaking of Hirotsu should go with the other coaches to check on the food Ranpo will be alright alone.

“Oikawa and Iwaizumi right? Blondie sent me over.” The pinkette said lazily. She could see the side eyes of her teammates it’s not like she was going to attack anyone that only happened once and she wholeheartedly believes Twain deserved it.

“Just wanted to meet you. We’ll play against you tomorrow and since we’ll be stuck together for a while maybe become friends?” Oikawa answered. Ryoko snorted at his tone.

“If you have no intentions of being friends don’t pretend I don’t like liars. You seem like a smart guy just ask your questions.”

“Okay fine you got me what gave me away?” Oikawa laughed, genuinely laughed.

“Iwaizumi’s face.” Said Ace went to speak before noticing the quirk on her lips, she was teasing them. “But seriously what’s up milk bread.”

Oikawa spluttered, Iwaizumi snorted and all else who heard snickered quietly. Okay maybe not quietly Tendo found that comment extremely funny.

“Well I was offering a branch of friendship for volleyball note swapping but after that comment.” Oikawa huffed.

“In other words what kind of training do you all do?” Iwaizumi asked.

“Oh- you should talk to Oda and Chuuya on that stuff. I just show up and hit things.” She chuckled. It didn’t seem genuine if the Aoba Johsai players were honest. Her fiery eyes darken slightly, “Honestly we just work well together, like all of you we train each section, play and style to near perfection but again those questions are best for the Captains milk bread.”

“I’m not going to live that down now.” Oikawa grumbled.

“No way milk bread.” Iwaizumi teased. Ryoko twitched and pulled on her braid watching them with an awfully calm watchful gaze, like an animal studying something new. “Let’s let Fukami go back to her team I think her manager wants her.”

Ryoko nodded abruptly and walked back towards the dark haired man she was near attached to.

Fyodor had been watching, as had most of the Yokohama team or at least the Akutagawa’s, Ranpo, Junichiro and coach- who knows what the others were up to... Atsushi was making friends, Chuuya was grumbling to Dazai and Oda with the Karasuno and Nekoma Captains and vices. Ryoko had been with Bokuto and Akaashi but Higuchi had soured her mood (she was now as motioned before speaking with Oikawa and Iwaizumi).

Fyodor often watched, he had no reason to interact unless necessary and no one was coming over to him just yet thankfully. His pale bony fingers played with the silver band on his wrist, it wasn’t a nervous tick or anything just caution. Ryoko and Chuuya wore one too and stupidly many people just assumed they were friend (they are but that’s not the point) ship bracelets. Nope just some spectacular silver bands to keep the three of them controlled.

Purple eyes caught stark grey ones, Chuuya had been thumbing his own bracelet but had made a motion towards Ryoko with his eyes. Fyodor followed till he caught her tense shoulders. The pinkette’s head jerked quickly and only just noticeable to those who knew it was a tick she gained while trying to keep herself controlled- one Chuuya shared. Fyodor didn’t have ticks, he had intelligence and poise... he had a terrible habit to mumble not that anyone would tell him less they face the wrath of their stoic volleyball manager. Ryoko looked uncomfortable, like she wanted to itch at her skin and pull her hair, she was tugging on her braid is that close enough. Her chuckle fell through the air as Iwaizumi called Oikawa milk bread again, more mutters, then the pinkette was soon by his side again.

“Are you alright Ryo?”

“Fine. You? You’re playing with the band again.”

“You noticed?”

“Chuuya is too.” She said pointedly. “I hate wearing it.” She muttered.

“Alright Burnabitch how about we go get dinner.” Fyodor raised a thin brow waiting for the pinkette to get his joke.

“Oh fuck you Rat Bastard it was one time and Kaji deserved it.” She snorted pushing him out the door.

Sakusa watched too, less sternly than Fyodor but definitely more than Atsumu and Osamu were. The trio was off to the side, Atsumu searching for his favourite short ginger (Hinata where are you?).

“You think those two are together?” They heard Lev ask. Yaku hummed in response watching the two Yokohama students walk towards the cafeteria.

“They most certainly aren’t.” Akutagawa scoffed.

“Sound jealous.” Dazai snickered.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not Dazai.”

“Are too Akuuu!”

“Is the Yokohama team normally this... chaotic? Their energy off the court is so different to their energy on.” Sakusa grumbled.

“It’s like they get to act like kids off the court or something. They aren’t getting in trouble so maybe it’s normal.” Osamu shrugged.

“Maybe. They just were so scary when we played against them.” Atsumu shivered. “Especially their setter... pretty sure he was going to set dunk my face.”

“You were flirting with the female middle blocker.” Sakusa droned.

“HE DID WHAT!”

“That’s you’re cue to run!” Oda yelled gripping what he could of Akutagawa with the arm that wasn’t in a sling.

“Running!”

The evening seemed to go by stagnantly. Everything moving either slowly or too quick bouncing from person to person.

Dinner was nice, sushi and soft drink with some fried chicken if anyone wanted some. Desert was some ice-cream. Pretty simple thankfully. Now everyone was in their designated rooms chatting and messing around until lights out

Atsushi and Tanizaki were bumbling around chatting quietly, Hinata attempted to join but to no avail the two apologised saying their coach sent them a message and ran off. The poor small ginger he was so confused.

“Uh it’s basically bed time man?” Tanaka said as Akutagawa stood to leave.

“Not for me. Good night.”

And with that the door was slammed.

Again the evening felt odd.

“Gin? Ryoko? Higuchi? Where did they go?” Yachi wondered noticing the three empty beds. With hands on her hips she sticks her head out the door but either girl were in sight. “Have any of you seen them?”

“Not since showers.” Kiyoko answered. The girls brows furrowed- where did they go?

“Dazai you can’t go to bed yet.” Oda sighed.

“But I’m tired.”

“No you aren’t dumbass.” Chuuya kicked him.

“Hey what’s going on guys?” Kuroo and Daichi asked.

“We must go coach needs us.” Fyodor answered cryptically. A knock on the door startled everyone.

“Why does this feel like the start of something bad?” Asahi asked quietly before Sugawara whacked him on the head with a mighty negativity be gone.

“Oi Dazai get up lazy ass.”... Ryoko?

“Ryoko?” Bokuto asked with innocent confusion.

“Sup Owlking.” Ryoko grinned with her hands on her hips. “Dazai get up before I make you everyone else has headed over besides you four.”

“I’m going.” Chuuya and Oda said rushing out the door.

“Don’t wanna.” Dazai sung. Fyodor sighed, Ryoko’s eye twitched.

“Don’t say she didn’t warn you.” Fyodor said.

The third years watched as the pinkette strolled into the room slowly towards the seemingly unmovable Dazai and lifted him up.

No struggles or tugs just picked him up and threw him over her shoulder.

The third years sat gobsmacked.

“How?” Oikawa managed to get out.

“I work out.” She winked before sashaying out the door with Dazai swaying and grumbling over her shoulder. Fyodor just sighed again and followed out.

What the hell is up with that team?

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #bsd oc #haikyuu oc #bungou stray dogs oc #haikyuu x bsd #haikyuu x Bungou stray dogs #Ryoko Fukami

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 29 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hello! Here’s the next installment of your favorite primetime soap. 😜 Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Willam continued to butter Courtney up, and both Pearl and Adore saw a glimmer of hope for their love lives.

This Chapter: A double date, some fashion week fun, and Willam prepares to strike gold.

***

Violet was following behind the maître d’, her phone pressed against her ear as she maneuvered through the restaurant.

“No, I’m telling you-” Violet hissed, trying her best to not draw the attention of the other guests, but she was burning with rage. She knew she was probably driving Courtney up the wall, but the other had been excruciatingly slow at answering Violet’s requests all day, and had taken ages to do even the easiest of tasks.

“Courtney. You’re not trying. You’re whining. Now figure it the fuck out. That’s your job.”

Violet spotted the back of Sutan’s head, hanging up the phone, hoping and praying that Courtney could handle a night on her own.

“Hi-” Violet pressed a quick kiss against his cheek, the short stubble tickling her lips.

“Hey.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late, I really tried to be on time-”

Sutan put a hand on her knee, and Violet could see that he was just about to open his mouth, when she heard another voice at the table, her entire body running cold.

“Well well, look who’s ravishing in red.”

Seated right across from her, were none other than Raja and Raven. They looked out of this world, their outfits completing each other perfectly.

There were no traces of sarcasm or ridicule in Raven’s silky voice, but Violet still reached up, quickly touching her cheek, trying to feel if it was warm, if she was blushing.

It seemed like Raven’s words were just a compliment to her dress, her outfit a lot more glamorous than usual, but it was Fashion Week, and Fame expected everyone to look their best.

“Hello Raja. Hello Raven.”

Violet had no idea what to say. She had nothing prepared, hadn’t expected to be ambushed in this manner, roped into what was essentially a meet the family with a man who she liked a lot, but who she wasn’t even calling her boyfriend yet.

“Hello darling. Please, sit,” Raven said.

“I’m-” Violet grasped for words, her stomach tight. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Oh don’t mind that.” Raven smiled, waving her hand, her rings glittering in the light. “Right Raja?”

“Of course.” Raja nodded, and while she didn’t look unfriendly, Violet couldn’t help but squirm under her gaze, feeling every bit like a deer caught in headlights. “Tan, for god’s sake!”

“What?” Sutan looked at his sister.

“Didn’t you tell Violet that we’d be joining?”

“She’s met you two before?” Sutan shrugged, truly looking like a man who wasn’t even considering he could have done anything wrong. “I figured she wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s fine.” Violet lied, sitting down. “It’s a very nice surprise.”

Raja let out a dry chuckle, saying, “Oh, I’m sure it is,” before taking a sip of her wine. “Let’s get you a drink, stat.”

She signaled for the waiter.

“We’re doing the tasting menu and wine pairing. Would you like that? Or some other cocktail?”

“We’ve only had one course so far,” Sutan said. “I saved your portion.”

He pushed a little plate towards Violet, and her brow furrowed. On the plate was a spoon, filled with several mysterious and unrecognizable items with a decidedly fishy smell, surrounded by red dots of some kind of sauce.

“Oh, uh…”

“If you don’t want it, Violet, I’ll eat it for you,” Raven offered kindly, a grin spreading across her face as she reached across the table for her plate.

Violet knew she had done her a favor when she had fixed up her foot, Sutan more than thankful once they had made it back home, but it was still strange to be on the receiving end of such instant affection.

“No way,” Sutan said, intercepting the plate, taking it from Raven’s hand. “And no more bread, either. You still have runways to walk.”

“Please-” Raven huffed. “You’re not my mom.”

“I’m not, but I am your manager, and someone-” Sutan shot a look at his sister, “has been very indulgent.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Raja smiled, shrugging her shoulders as she took a sip of her wine. “Chocolate for breakfast is a champion’s choice.”

Violet could feel that an argument could potentially be underway, so she quickly spoke up.

“It’s okay. I don’t need a tasting menu.”

It wasn’t until everyone’s attention turned to Violet, that she realized the mistake she had made by speaking up. Violet was just about to say something, anything, when the waiter appeared.

“What do you think, Violet? Wine pairing, or something else? They have a lovely blood orange martini if you like sweet drinks.”

“Yeah, and vodka soda if you have to save your calories for dessert,” Raven grumbled.

“Is it okay if I start with water, I only just arrive-”

“There’s no need to be so formal around us, Violet,” Raja said, a teasing drawl in her voice. “At least not when I’m off the clock.”

“Thank you.” Violet couldn’t help but dig her nails into her palm under the table, the surprise double date beyond tense.

“Don’t thank me.” Raja was cut off as another course arrived at the tables, and Violet was ever so happy to be out of the spotlight--even if none of the words the waiter used to describe the food were familiar, Violet quickly begging off in french when he turned his attention to her.

“You know French?” Raven smiled. “Have you been to Paris before?”

“No, I, umh, it never, it didn’t really-“

“So, is everyone ready for all of this to be over?” Sutan looked around, and Violet was once again thankful for his easy temperament, and his warm moods.

“I swear, if I have to talk to another model about how interesting feathers are or how she just ‘looooves’ Paris I’m going to stab myself,” Raja groaned, nibbling on what Violet hoped was an edible garnish.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love talking to models, it brings you back to your glory days.” Raven laughed, nudging Raja’s side.

“If you say so,” Raja replied with an eye roll. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, Tuhan aku rindu amerika”

Sutan snorted loudly, his sister apparently saying something hilarious in Indonesian.

“Don’t mind them,” Raven smiled, and Violet felt a little bit better. She bit her lip, realizing that she hadn’t even touched her plate. She looked down, trying to spot something resembling food, but the entire situation was just so bizarre she couldn’t focus on eating.

“So,” Raven popped something crunchy into her mouth. “Have you been to his apartment yet?”

“Yes?” Violet didn’t really understand the question.

“Well, you’re lucky to have the place to yourself!” Raven chuckled. “When I first started dating Raja, they were still living together.”

“Raven, we really don’t have to discuss this-” Sutan began, clearly trying to cut in.

“I swear I sometimes felt like the 3rd wheel, instead of Sutan being the odd one out!”

“Really?” Violet looked over at Sutan, who just shrugged and smiled.

“It’s not normal to have your sister as your roomie in your 30’s, Amrull.”

“Hey-” Sutan pointed at Raven with his fork. “Why would I live with a stranger, when I had Raja?”

“Because you were a fully grown adult?”

“How come you never ride Raja’s dick?”

“Oh I do.” Raven smirked, shooting Violet a look that was filled with mischief and glee. “I absolutely do.”

***

Willam gripped his drink, trying not to stress. It was weird that he hadn’t heard from Courtney yet. The delivery notification came just after 1 pm, and it was almost 6. She must have seen the flowers by now, right? He’d shot off a vague “thinking of you” text around 3, just to check in, and another one at almost 5, saying “hope everything is okay.”

He knew she was busy. She’d whined to him for almost a half hour the night before about how stressed she was. But this silence made him deeply paranoid. Had he gone too far? Had he scared her off?

Willam knew that this week was essential. With Miss Fame and Violet both out of town, it was the best shot he had to get into the office and dig around. But in order to do that, he needed Courtney to invite him. He needed her to be so absolutely gaga for him that he could distract her, that she’d go along with anything he suggested.

Everything, everything he’d planned hinged on this. So of course he’d gone big. The flowers, the candy, the disgustingly mushy note.

Was it too much? Why were women so fucking difficult to understand?

He signaled the bartender, shoving the phone into his pocket. He couldn’t possibly send three messages in a row, not when she’d ignored the first 2.

(At least they weren’t on read, which was the only thing preventing full-on paranoia at the moment.)

After three more cocktails, his racing thoughts finally began to quiet down. He almost didn’t notice the phone buzzing in his pocket, but after about 4 rings, he managed to get it out.

“Hello?”

“Bill! Omigod, I’m so, so sorry!”

“Hey baby,” Willam cooed, the real relief at finally hearing from her making his job much easier. “How’s it going?”

“Fine, it was another crazy day, but I just have to tell you how absolutely perfect the flowers are! And the chocolates! You’re the best, thank you so much.”

“It was nothing,” Willam told her.

“No, you don’t understand. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and I just...I was about to message you to say thank you ,hours ago but then Violet called and there’s some huge fiasco with Miss Fame’s hotel room and then the phone kept ringing off the hook and before I knew it, it was 7. But you have to know how much I love them. I’m so sorry for not calling sooner.”

She sounded genuinely distressed, and Willam smiled. He could certainly use this to his advantage.

“Baby, it’s fine, I know things are tough this week. It’s why I sent them.”

“Thank you. Yeah, it’s…” Courtney sighed.

“So I supposed whisking you away for lunch is out of the question, then.”

Courtney let out a dry chuckle before saying, “Yeah. I can’t even get to the cafeteria in the building. I’m sorry.”

“Well…” Willam took a deep breath. This was his chance. “I might have another idea…”

***

Sutan watched out of the corner of his eye, tapping the foam off of his shaver on the edge of the sink, as Violet was carefully touching up her lashes.

They were standing side by side at his ensuites bathroom’s double sink, Violet’s adorably small makeup purse at her elbow as she was putting on her face for the day.

It was strange to be around a woman who was so comfortable in allowing him to see her without makeup. Sure, Violet had her lashes and brows professionally done, the touch of a competent cosmetologist all over them, but even though Sutan tried to remember back, he couldn’t actually pinpoint the last time any of his hookups or girlfriends had been so relaxed.

Violet was wearing a sheer morning robe in light lilac, a fresh pair of satin black underwear on underneath, but she had opted out of a bra, and Sutan was definitely not one to complain about that.

He had invited Violet out to dinner last night, Raja and Raven giggling as they got in their own car to go to some party Raven had been invited to, but he had just wanted to go home, Violet thankfully right behind him.

“Sutan-”

“Mmmh?”

“Stop staring.” Violet was applying mascara to her long lashes, her pink mouth hanging open. “You’re distracting me.”

If Sutan was one to feel shame, he was pretty sure it would have hit him in that moment, instead, he simply smiled, wiggling his brow.

“Am not.”

“Are too.” Violet finished her right eye, their gazes meeting in the mirror, and then, they were laughing.

“Sorry.” Sutan leaned over, pressing a kiss against Violet’s cheek, pure white foam clinging to her skin as he pulled away.

“Sutan!” Violet gasped, her voice filled with indigent offense. “Look at what you did.”

She reached up to wipe the foam away, but Sutan caught her hand, spinning her around and grabbing her ass, hosting her up and putting her down on the edge of the sink.

Violet’s protests were swallowed by a kiss, foam now all over her face.

“Mmh.”

Violet was always so wonderfully soft, her mouth opening as Sutan deepened the kiss, her arms coming up and around his shoulders, her fingers finding his hair.

Sutan pushed at her legs, asking for entrance that Violet granted, her thighs parting and allowing him to press close, the cold silk of his pajama pants meeting the hotness of her core.

Violet whined, the note high, and Sutan followed it’s guide. He kissed her neck, the skin there so delightfully sensitive.

“Please-” Violet swallowed a moan, her hand on his arm pulling him closer. Sutan chuckled, every sound he could from the gorgeous girl in his arms the perfect way to spend his time.

***

“Ugh!” Courtney groaned in frustration, as her email to Miss Fame’s hotel concierge bounced back for the third time. She’d already asked them twice to confirm their email address, but between the thick French accent and Courtney’s mad rush to get the email out in time for them to print Fame’s new schedule before she returned to change for her afternoon shows, she must have written it down wrong.

She pulled up the hotel number to call once again, when she saw her personal cell ringing and decided to take a break and answer instead. After all, everything had already gone wrong today, and it was already probably going to be late by the time they printed it and delivered to her...what was a few more minutes?

She reached for her phone, answering with a relieved, “Thank god you called. Today sucks. Violet keeps sending me these novel-length emails of instructions and I honestly have no idea how she can type so fast on her phone.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, babe. I wish I could be there to make it all better,” Willam said.

He was honestly so supportive, it almost made Courtney want to cry with gratitude. She tapped her pen against the desk, thinking to herself before she responded again.

“Hey, uh...remember how I told you on Monday that you coming to the office with a picnic lunch would be a terrible idea and you shouldn’t do it because it would distract me too much?”

“Yeah,” Willam said, then asked hopefully, “Did you realize that it’s actually a great idea?”

“Oh no, it’s still a terrible idea,” Courtney said with a laugh. “But...I think maybe we should do it anyway. Even if I end up getting in trouble, it’ll be worth it to see you.”

“I’ll be there by 1!” Willam said.

“Better make it 2. Hopefully she’ll be heading to dinner by then,” Courtney told him.

“You got it, boss.”

***

Violet closed her eyes, her fingers running along the row of gowns, the fabrics all so very different to the touch.

She was in a vintage store, high fashion all around her. She had recognised a Valentino piece the moment she stepped in, had seen Balmain hang side by side with Versace and Prada.

Fame was at the show across the street, and while Violet knew Fame expected her to be there, to stand against the back wall ready to adhere to her every command, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Paris without at least looking at the clothes that were on offer.

Violet’s wardrobe was essentially all made up of vintage and second hand pieces, the only newer things she owned from whenever Ivy cleaned out the closet.

Everything in the store was all absolutely stunning, stuffed full of the fashion Violet could still only dream of. Even though everything was second hand, it was all way out of her price range, what she made on an assistant salary combined with the cost of living in New York and her student loans meaning she could only buy a very few select pieces each month.

What she could afford rarely fitted her, but Violet was nothing if not resourceful, a needle and thread easily transforming things that were outdated to something she could be seen in without embarrassing herself.

Fame had never noticed, had never commented on the fact that Violet’s wardrobe wasn’t the newest trends, though it could be that she was just indifferent as long as Violet managed to fade into the background whenever it was needed.

Violet could feel her fingers touch silk, and she instantly pulled on the fabric, a small gasp leaving her as the most gorgeous dusty lilac Gucci dress.

Gucci wasn’t a brand Violet wore a lot, their aesthetic too bold and bright for her taste, but this was absolutely perfect.

Violet was already aware that it would break her heart, knew that the prices were jacked up because of Fashion Week, but she reached for the price tag anyway, her lip between her teeth.

2000 dollars.

Violet could feel the sour taste of disappointment, the bitterness of the fact that she’d have to let it go, but there was no way she could fit it into her budget, even if she ate nothing but instant mashed from now and until December.

She released the dress, allowing it to fall back in the rack, and continued her search for something she could let Sutan see her in, the man actually noticing what she was wearing, and her wardrobe was becoming dangerously empty of appropriate date night outfits.

***

“The divorce has really been terrible for her skin…”

Bianca took a sip of her cocktail, cackling deviously at Fame’s comment about the former model, wannabe handbag designer, who’d just walked by.

After so many years of friendship, Bianca’s favorite moments with Fame were still always when the perfectly put-together blonde let her guard down, allowing her true and hilarious self to shine through the cracks in her beautiful facade.

“Please.”

Fame blinked innocently, adding, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Sure, blondie…” Bianca reached across the little table to pat her hand, delighted by the little flicker of wickedness in her grey eyes. Beside her, Adore heaved a giant sigh--her third in the last five minutes. Bianca had ignored the first two, but now turned to her, slightly irritated. “Adore, please stop pouting. It’s getting extremely tiresome.”

“I’m not pouting!” Adore said, crossing her arms. Fame smiled, hiding her grin behind her drink.

“I don’t get why you’re in such a shitty mood, either. Two days ago, you were through the roof giddy. Clearly, whatever girl you’re chasing isn’t worth it.”

“Ughhhh…” Adore groaned, falling back on the couch.

“My recommendation is to find another bitch,” Bianca said, taking another slug of her drink, ignoring Fame’s disapproving head shake. “It shouldn’t be hard, look around! They’re literally everywhere.”

“Have you ever considered just showing empathy?” Adore whined.

“Have you ever considered the fact that you may be bipolar?” Bianca shot back.

“Bianca, leave her alone.” Fame smiled, “Don’t you remember being young and in love?”

Bianca took another sip of her drink, considering the question thoughtfully before saying, “...no.”

“Hmm…” Fame twirled the stem of her champagne glass. “Maybe that’s because you struck out anytime you went after someone with substance?”

“Ha!” Adore laughed, glad for the change in tone. Few people could get away with teasing her sister the way Fame could, and it was always fun.

“Fuck you very much, I did not,” Bianca defended, knocking her knee against Fame.

“Mmmm…” Fame’s eyes glittered, enjoying the rise she got out of Bianca.

“Look, I was never into all that touchy-feely shit,” Bianca said. “You know that.”

“Wasn’t into it,” Fame took a delicate sip of champagne, “or couldn’t achieve it?”

“The first one, cunt. Don’t try to rewrite history.” Bianca leaned forward, eyes narrowed.

“Me? I would never,” Fame said with an arched brow, her mouth open in a mock gasp.

“Yeah, right.” Bianca tossed a wink in Fame’s direction and turned back to her sister. “But seriously, Adore, lighten up. Check out all the talent.” Bianca spread her arms, gesturing to some nearby models. “It’s like a buffet.”

Fame clucked disapprovingly, mouth turned down in a frown.

“I’m not like you,” said Adore. “I don’t just want to fuck some rando.”

“Suit yourself…” Bianca continued to gaze around the room, eventually catching the eye of a sultry blonde, leaning against the bar. She tossed back the rest of her drink before sliding out of her seat, eyes still locked with the blonde’s. “...And don’t wait up. Goodnight kids.”

***

Paris was turning out to be slightly different than Katya had planned.

Of course, it was wonderful to see Trixie every day once again. To touch him and smell him and sleep with his arms wrapped around her. And she was delighted by the unexpected engagement--even if the thought of marriage was a little weird and scary.

But by Wednesday evening, wandering around Paris on her own had lost some of the charm. She understood that Trixie and Pearl and everyone had to work, that this was an extremely busy and important fashion time, or whatever. She just wished it was a little different--not that she would ever voice that.

The last thing she wanted was to make Trixie feel guilty.

She didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but she couldn’t help feeling a little lonely, a little isolated, a little anxious.

Katya was excited to see the message from Violet, hoping that maybe it was an invite somewhere, a chance to hang out and chat and have something to focus on besides her own repetitive thoughts. But when she read it, it was simply a list of potential locations for the engagement party she supposed she had to plan, since Fame was so gung ho about it.

And while Katya appreciated the sentiment, the thought of anything wedding-related made her uneasy. She wanted to enjoy just being engaged for a bit without thinking about all that. Wanted to practice saying the word “fiancé” without giggling nervously and rolling her eyes. Trixie deserved that much, at the very least.

She sighed, setting her phone face down on the little café table and turning to watch the pedestrians, an activity that she’d been doing for most of the day, biding her time until Trixie was finally free to join her.

***

Something was decidedly different about Willam today. From the second he arrived, he had his hands on Courtney: arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her into the desk, face buried in her neck. In a way, it was a bit of a relief. It was certainly more like what she was used to from boys, and gave her tired mind a break from second-guessing everything about their relationship--even if it was kind of awkward.

The problem was, her office was right up front, with two walls made of glass. Anyone coming to or from reception could see them. And even though Fame and some of the senior staff were in Paris, there were still plenty of people in New York who she knew would be all too happy to rat her out.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Willam asked, lips trailing along her jaw. “Didn’t you miss me?”

“Yeah, I just…” Courtney bit her lip. “I’m just worried that someone will see us. I’m not really supposed to have my boyfriend over here during the work day.”

The word had slipped out by accident. Boyfriend. As soon as she said it, Courtney’s cheeks began to burn.

“I mean, like, date,” she stammered. “Sorry, I know it’s still soon to say-”

“Hey, Court?” Willam interrupted, a smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you said it.”

“You are?” she asked.

“Yeah…” He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, then leaned in slowly to kiss her.

“Wait.” Courtney stopped him, anxiety still gnawing at her stomach. “Not here. I’m sorry.”

“Well...is there anywhere we could go that’s maybe more private?” Willam glanced around.

“Ummm...”

There was, of course, one perfectly private place for them to go. She looked at the closed door to Fame’s office, biting her lip. Should she dare? She’d probably be breaking the strictest rule in the office.

Violet would absolutely murder her if she ever found out.

Of course, there was a lot less chance of being caught in there. It was secluded and practically sound proof.

She considered it for a few moments before nodding decisively. “Follow me…”

***

This was his shot. Maybe his only shot, and Willam knew he had to make it count, had to convince Courtney that he was here for her and her alone. He kicked the office door shut, then turned to her, grabbing her by the waist. What now?

There was a brief, undetectable (or so he hoped) flash of panic. He didn’t have a plan for this part. What do straight guys even do with girls? Was he gonna have to fuck her? This was all getting completely out of control.

“Sorry, I, uh…” Willam flashed what he hoped was a charming grin. “I lost my train of thought there. You’re just so beautiful…”

It seemed to work, made her smile up at him.

“Come here…” Courtney took Willam’s hand and led him to Fame’s sofa, pushing him down by the shoulders. “Is this better?”

“Yeah, it’s…” Willam’s heart raced as Courtney straddled him on the sofa, pressing soft kisses against his mouth, fingers tangling into his hair. “It’s great…”

“Mmm…”

It wasn’t too bad, actually. She was soft and warm and smelled good--kind of sweet and floral, like honeysuckle or orange blossoms. He had a strange thoughts, for a moment, that maybe this is what those gay conversion camps were all about. Getting you to see that you could handle a het relationship, could manage to make a baby or two, without throwing up.

(He assumed that those converted gays still got what they really needed on the down-low. Right?)

As strange as it was to have a girl in his arms, pressing a thigh up against his dick, moaning softly into his mouth, he knew that this was an unfortunately essential part of the plan. So he rolled with the punches, first clutching her waist and then daring to move his hands down to her ass. And this, the making out, seemed to satisfy her for now, clearly getting her hot and bothered. Which was a tremendous relief, since it meant he didn’t have to think about the condoms in his pocket. The travel bottle of lube that he was still unsure of--did girls need lube?

He tried to concentrate, bide his time, wait for the perfect chance to make the final move. It happened sooner than he planned, when Courtney bolted upright in his lap.

“Do you hear that?” she whispered fiercely.

“Oh, uh…” Willam craned his neck, hearing the footsteps growing closer.

A voice called out, “Courtney?!” and she grimaced, turning her head back towards the bullpen.

“Don’t move,” she whispered softly, rising to her feet and straightening out her skirt. “I’m just gonna go take care of that. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“Do whatever you need,” Willam said, kissing her hand before releasing her, flashing a bright smile. “I’ll be waiting, thinking about how perfect you are.”

Absolutely perfect.

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #vitan #raja x raven #witney #violet chachki #raja gemini #raven #courtney act #willam belli #miss fame #bianca del rio #adore delano #katya zamolodchikova #lesbian au #m/f au #fashion au

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mynameseri · 4 years ago

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Aww how cute! That art is adorable those guys love you so much! I hope you’re having a good day! Aww I always respond unless I’m on a horse. It’s so sweet that they care so much! I check in with them as well! How sweet! Akutagawa loves you so much! He will adore any cat you guys adopt and loves to visit with Jake! He wants to get a rescue kitty too. Atsushi will leave you out of fights but usually tells you to keep an eye on Akutagawa if he’s conscious. Akutagawa gets mad if he looks (1/?) 🌹

At you! Gin loves to go out with you! It’s nice for her to have another girl to bond with who’s so close to her brother! It is so hard to defend yourself verbally people are so intimidating! Like how do they do that by just talking? The port mafia members following you two take care of the person quickly usually just scare em off. If Akutagawa is there they should have good insurance...if he doesn’t hurt them he breaks their car. He usually hates it when he lashes out in front of you. He (2/?)🌹

Loves to hug you! Your hugs are so calming to him and he loves when you mess with his hair and give him gentle kisses. Kinda melts but will never admit it. It’s so cute! He likes that even when he does make mistakes you forgive him and you guys talk everything out. Aw he so goes out to lunch with you on opposite days off! Aw lol he so does but he misses you and wants to see you so if he absolutely can’t wait he’ll drop off a snack for you! (3/3) 🌹

Replying under the cut 🌸✨

Thank you! I was so flattered and excited when my friend had surprised me with that KanEriKai commission. It means so much to me that someone cares about me enough to surprise me like that. Genuinely so sweet and thoughtful!

Melody and Kurapika always want to ride horses with you! They have learned so much information about the horses and how to care for and tend to them and get the horses to like them. They’re so grateful that you’ve taught them so much! You all love to go on horseback rides together in the forest, stopping mid day to have a picnic! They are so refreshing and fun to be around, time just flies by when you’re with them!! They’re such amazing friends to you, which is exactly what you deserve especially because you’re an amazing friend to them.

Omg you’re so right. Akutagawa doesn’t even want at Atsushi to look at me. Aku will become even more enraged if he does. Poor Atsushi! Aku is just so so protective of me! One of his biggest concerns is my safety. Which is another reason why he always has Port Mafia guards tailing me when he cant protect me. He knows Gin will protect me when we’re together if anything happens, but he always has back up available in case she cant handle it!

Aku is just the sweetest, although he only ever shows that side to me. He lives for the feeling of my skin against his, always looking for reasons to hug me and kiss me. He wants to be held all the time, but he never admits it. I’ve known him long enough though to learn what he enjoys so I’m always letting him cuddle into my arms and relax. He’s so vulnerable with me, it’s so damn cute. I love that about him. He’s so special to me! I will always do whatever it takes to keep my relationship with him happy and thriving. I could never stay mad at him. I just love him too much!

I love the thought of him just being so clingy to me. He wishes we could be together just all the Time but we can’t because of our responsibilities. He never takes our time together for granted. He appreciates every minute. We never go on our phones when we are together to show respect for each other. I would never let my phone distract me from enjoying his presence. He’s so lovely I just want to give him the world!

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wordsablaze · 7 years ago

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Golden Promise

(alaw pt.6) There’s only one person that can call Alec emotional, a privilege earned after one of the most golden days in his life... A scene written for Alec Lightwood appreciation weeks 2017. Enjoy!

A/N: Sorry it’s a tad late, I couldn't get onto my account! Sorry for any errors!

Most would say that Alexander Gideon Lightwood is a very reserved person.

Some may admit that he is, in fact, capable of displaying positive strong feeling, particularly when on the battlefield; few may say that he regularly shows his concern for the hurt and definitely cares about others' wellbeing; even fewer would say that he's actually a very soft, sensitive person who genuinely does have affection for others; and only a handful of people – the ones who've watched him grow and develop – would tell you that he's inherently someone who genuinely wants others to be happy and well.

But there's only one soul in existence that can say Alexander Gideon Lightwood is emotional.

Magnus Bane.

And it all started with a cat in a bed on yet another autumn morning…...

Alec awakes to the sound of an angry purr, then a much deeper, sleepier, somehow almost magical hiss of pain.

"Mags?" he sleepily mumbles, trying to blink his slumber away.

"It was just Chairman and his claws," Magnus replies, evidently more asleep than Alec if the slight slur in his voice is anything to go by.

Alec giggles before catching himself and shaking his head, yawning instead. He can hear Magnus sleepily chuckle before an arm loops around his shoulders and he's pulled into a warm embrace of drowsy love.

"What time is it?" Magnus asks, murmuring the words into Alec's skin via a kiss on his bare shoulder. Alec can't tell if he should set fire to or frame the vest top for providing him with such a possibility.

"If Chairman's bothered to enter our room, it's probably nearing nine."

To most people, this would be a somewhat shock; usually, nine in the morning wouldn't be considered late or anything to worry about. The thing is, most people aren't the High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Head of the New York Institute. Unlike most others, the two of them are often out of their home by four or five in the morning, called out by attacks or clients or their everyday responsibilities.

"Nine?" Magnus echoes, yawning lazily.

Alec grins at the rather confused worry in the warlock's voice, then kisses his forehead. "It's okay, we have a free day."

"We do?" Magnus asks.

Alec rolls his eyes. "You're so clueless in the morning."

"No, I'm not!" Magnus argues.

"Oh? Then how come you can't remember anything?" Alec taunts.

Magnus blushes, his beautiful skin practically radiating beams of sun and warmth. "I prefer when you say it."

Alec forgets how to function as an adult, his eyes widening but crinkling at the corners when he grins happily.

Even though the two of them are both pretty much awake by this point, neither of them want to move, both totally content with sleepy, early autumn morning cuddling. And so they stay wrapped around each other and the duvet, resting somewhere between dozing off and lazily kissing one another's faces.

It takes another dramatic entrance from their beloved feline to get them moving.

This time, said feline attacks Alec's finger and he yelps, frowning at the scratch that's not quite deep enough to bleed but still stings worse than a papercut.

"Shoo, violent cat!" Magnus can't help laughing as he gestures to Chairman Meow so both non-felines receive a hiss and a swat as some sort of persuasion to get out of bed already.

"I think we're going to have to admit defeat, Magnus…" Alec grins.

Magnus grumbles but then clicks his fingers, transporting both of them to the kitchen in under three seconds. Alec almost falls off the bar stool when he realises he's somehow changed clothes, then glares at his legs.

"Skinny jeans? Really?" He groans.

"You look dazzling, sweet pea."

"Magnus!" Alec whines, but when he looks at said warlock so he can glare, his words fizzle out.

Like almost every other time he's used magic to transport them out of bed, Magnus has done his make up on the way and, just like always, Alec simply can't comprehend how such a beautiful person can become even more breath-taking. Instead of making a witty comeback, he ends up staring at the glitter scattered all over his warlock's skin and the mesmerising colours of his eyelids.

He mentally decides that Magnus can mix and wear colours much more stylishly than Izzy, but he also decides never to tell her that if he wants to keep his eyes. Of course, there is a chance she might just give him a knowing look and gush about true love or something, but it's more likely that she'll internally scream about cupid's arrow and boats, then poison his porridge the next day. It's a chance Alec doesn't yet have the courage to take, even with a rune to help him...

"Do I have something on my face?" Magnus asks bewilderdly, drawing Alec back to the moment.

"Yeah, beauty…" Alec says without thinking; he curses immediately afterwards.

Magnus just laughs. His bright chuckle of utter amusement echoes in their decorated kitchen until Alec is forced to admit defeat, unable to stop the small playing at his lips and the fond shine in his blue eyes.

His heart singing with pride as he hears his warlock laugh, Alec suddenly finds himself perfectly happy with skinny jeans.

He's somehow okay to carry on with his daily - but slightly more relaxed - routine in Magnus' choice of clothes, despite usually huffing and storming away to change into something less high street stylish.

For one reason or another, Alec can't quite recall any other events before the singular one that enabled Magnus to call him truly emotional. Every moment seems to blur together, the only thing sticking with him being Magnus. He doesn't mind because he knows he'll always remember every detail about the only thing he needs to recall from that particular day.

It must have been in the brief, liminal time where it should logically be afternoon but feels much more like the evening when the two of them had left the house because, by the time they reach the ocean, it's almost too dark to see.

Somehow, there's something uncanny about feeling the sand under your feet and hearing the ocean softly roar in front of you when it's too dark to see.

Of course, there's no darkness that a warlock can't light up.

Alec doesn't know what's happening at first, but then he realises the floating lights are a mixture of fireflies and miniature lanterns summoned by Magnus.

His immediate reaction is to look towards Magnus and see if the lights are illuminating the glitter on his skin like they usually do, but, to his surprise, the glittery warlock isn't there. Or rather, isn't at eye level anymore.

"Alexander…" Magnus whispers, and Alec can't decide if Magnus has suddenly shrunk or if he'd fallen just as he'd summoned the lights.

Turns out, it's neither.

Just like they'd not-so-seriously discussed and joked about a million times before, Magnus is kneeling on the sand, a small velvet box in one hand. Inside that velvet box is an iridescent blue and silver chain with a small but intricate golden ring attached.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you are my first of so many things," Magnus starts, "and this is the first time I've done this so forgive me if it's not perfect."

"It will be," Alec interrupts quietly, trying not to just envelop his warlock in the tightest hug he can manage.

Magnus smiles. "I never thought I would tolerate a Lightwood through so much, and I certainly didn't think I would fall in love with one. You've unlocked more in me than I thought I had, and you've shown me things I'd never thought to look for."

"Being centuries old has given me experience, but there's nothing that could have prepared me for you. You are my moon and my son, my day and my night, and you are my strength. Out of every shadowhunter, I'm honoured to be associated with you. Words cannot explain how thankful I am for your existence, and there is simply no other way to say it than: aku cinta kamu."

At this, Alec gasps.

Not because he's confused or he's in pain, but because he can feel himself crying. He, Alexander Lightwood, is crying. He's crying already and there's no way to deny it. He can see Magnus smile but he just bites his lip and nods, trying to blink back his tears.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you, but the time I've spent by your side has given me more happiness than anything in all of existence, and there's nothing I'd like more than to create a million memories with you. There's something about you I can't begin to decipher, something that I'm happy to keep a mystery because you are my favourite home. You are my querencia, in every sense. Alexander, my darling, would you help me keep my promise to always be there with you and do me the pleasure of accepting my proposal?"

"Magnus…"

"In short: will you marry me?" Magnus asks softly, in a voice full of love and hope and magic.

Alec can't even stop the sob that had been building up from finally escaping. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and gulps, trying to swallow the strange lump in his throat.

"Alexander?" Magnus asks gently, and Alec's tears mix with his laughter as he nods.

"You don't even have to ask," Alec chokes out, "Yes. Yes. My answer is yes. Of course, Magnus, I love you so, so much-"

Before Magnus can sigh with relief, Alec has attacked him with an embrace of affection and the two of them are wrapping their arms around each other, falling on the cool sand as they listen to each other's heartbeats and the rippling ocean waves.

The two of them stay wrapped in their love until Alec stops crying, at which point they both lie on their backs, watching the lanterns and fireflies gently fly above them. Of course, they're pressed against each other and their hands are securely interlocked, so close that, to anyone else, they must look like the world's most peculiar pair of conjoined twins.

"You tell anyone I cried and you're dead," Alec mumbles.

Magnus just chuckles and sits up, pulling Alec with him because of their interlaced fingers, and carefully tying the necklace around his shadowhunter's neck with an overjoyed smile. "I do, for the record."

Any progress Alec had made towards not being tearful immediately fades away.

He half-laughs, half-sobs, and beams wider than possible before he manages to whispers back: "I do too, for the record."

And, as the two of them stand in the light of the moon, the lanterns, the fireflies, the golden glow in their eyes, and their love, Alec's heart simply melts.

"Magnus..." he whispers, "You even made it gold."

"Gold is for weddings, is it not?" Magnus asks, his eyes sparkling with his natural golden flecks.

Alec's eyes widen as he realises the significance of what Magnus has done. He's managed to fulfil their promise of love, work around their demanding schedule, technically still follow the Clave's laws, and make Alec the happiest he's ever been in his entire life.

"I love you," Alec says simply.

"That's good because, otherwise, our marriage would be pretty problematic," Magnus deadpans.

Alec can't even be annoyed; he's too overwhelmed.

Strangely, he's okay with being flooded by a lack of clarity and he doesn't mind being unable to think straight. Where he usually craves logic and awareness, he finds himself adoring the feeling of being lost in love – a feeling that's not uncommon whenever he's with Magnus.

He can finally label himself as something he'd usually consider a weakness, and be proud of it. Of course, Magnus and everyone around him have been saying it since the beginning of time, but it's taken him a while to accept it.

It's okay because now he's married to his warlock.

And with the support of Magnus' golden promise, he can finally admit and embrace it...

He's emotional.

like/reblog but don’t repost, thanks!

#alecappreciation2017 #alec lightwood #malec #proposal #magnus bane #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #Isabelle Lightwood #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #cassandra clare #fluff #my writing #golden promise

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happybirthdayangelie · 4 years ago

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happy endings <3

the cliche she didnt know she was falling for him.

there was no way in hell i’d have feelings for him. everyday i want to punch him in the face. but maybe it’s just the way he smiles at me when we pass each other in the corridors, or maybe whenever he reminds me to eat healthy and to take care of myself, or maybe it’s because he genuinely cares.

ew.

he’s out of my league anyway.

“earth to angel helloooo” i was pulled back to reality when dazai was basically shouting in my ear, “hm?” was all i managed to say back.

“aku, atsushi and i are going to the movies later wanna come with?” i said sure since i didnt have any plans later

time skip cuz i can 😋🤩😌😝

the bell just rang which means i have an hour to go home and get ready for the movies. i think i might try and talk to dazai about my feelings later depending on how it goes. i immediately went home and texted dazai abt where we were gonna meet up.

osamu :)

hey im ready where are we meeting up?

ill pick u up i live near u right?

um i think so

okay ill be there in 10 :)) seen at 4:22 pm

ugh why was he being so nice to me. i get that were close friends and all but i wish he understood that whenever he did simple things like put smiley faces at the end of his messages made my heart beat a little faster. i wish i understood why it did.

anyway,,

i went downstairs and waited for him in the living room. 10 minutes later he arrived.

“hey”

“hi”

“lets go” he said and i followed him to his car.

the trip to the cinema wasn’t as awkward as i thought it would be. we played some songs and sang to them. he also rambled on about how he thinks fictional characters (were gonna pretend hes not a fictional character LOL:D) are better and i couldnt agree more.

we finally arrived and unsurprisingly aku and atsushi were flirting w each other. we bought popcorn and other things and proceeded to the movie room. atsushi and akutagawa were next to each other, dazai next to atsushi and me next to dazai. the movie finally started and,

shit.

no one told me it was a horror movie (also pretend ur scared of horror movies :D) what do i do? im screwed but whatever i guess ill just pretend not to be frightened it wasnt a big deal anyway. but somehow, everytime that scene went on i found myself in his arms. he just kept playing with my hair and honestly i wasn’t complaining. maybe it is time to tell him about my confused emotions.

“why are you doing this?”

“what do you mean?” he looked at me confused and i sat up properly “why are you being so nice to me?” he replied saying it was just how he was with all his friends. “yea but every time you do it makes me feel some sort of way and it just confuses my feelings even more.” he gave me a surprised look so i started explaining, “i don’t understand myself okay. do you think i’d wanna fall for someone like you? i just wanted to let you know before it gets any worse. you can forget about it.”

“i’m sorry but i do those things as a friend. i think of you as a little sister and i hope our relationship doesn’t change. i’m sorry” he said with a small smile but i froze.

‘as a little sister’ of course he does. how could i be so dumb to think he would ever settle much more like someone like me. no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t get over it and it echoed in my head. my heart sank deeper when i realized this was reality and he was still in front of me.

“it’s okay, i understand. our friendship will remain the same” i said with a hint of pain in my tone.

we went back to the movie and i was too caught up in what happened that i didn’t pay attention to the movie. dazai glanced at me with a worried look every once in a while but i ignored it. i just wanted to go home and cry. i’m glad i told him and found out before i got hurt more.

the movie ended and we were going back home. aku said he was gonna drive atsushi home and he asked dazai if he could drive me home.

“sure! anything for my little sister” he said and glanced at me with a smile.

“right”

he drove me home and said goodnight. i just wanted to go to my room and lay down in my bed for a week. at least my fictional characters would never leave me.

i arrived at the venue wearing a light blue gown and went over to the groom’s side of the church. we stayed in contact even after highschool and college.

“congratulations, big brother” i greeted dazai with a smile and hugged him.

“i’m glad you made it”

sometimes your first love is your last, but all i can say is mine wasn’t. sure deep down i wished i was the one standing in front of him at the aisle but all i can do is smile and be happy for him. at least one of us got a happy ending.

#HAPPY13THANGELICA

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turbomun · 8 years ago

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So. Last night's Samurai Jack. Any thoughts?

Why yes, yes I do!

Overall I did like this episode better than last week’s, mainly because it focused on things other than the Jack and Ashi romance, and had several moments of genuine dramatic tension. However, last week’s episode was an A-bomb that left severe damage all over this one, too.

Obviously, anytime there was any kind of Jack and Ashi coupley stuff, I was gagging for the reasons that I outlined in last week’s post on the subject. It was nice to see a scene where they sat down and Jack talked about his past, but it had a bittersweet edge in that only Jack got to really say anything, which is reinforcing his status as the only one with power in the relationship. I mean, I guess maybe they didn’t want Ashi to talk about her past because it would make the twist more of a surprise to Jack, but I really don’t think that was necessary. She still hasn’t expressed any emotion over Jack killing her sisters, plus he has that one line where he’s like, “You are not your father. You are not your mother!” Like what the hell does he even know about Ashi’s mother, or about any of her childhood?

Of course, that brings us to the big twist. I’m sure there’s some discourse in the fandom about it, I honestly haven’t cared to check, but I thought it was a good twist…kind of. (I would have been less okay with it if Aku had actually fucked the High Priestess, but since he was just finger-ejaculating, that was more tolerable.) The issue with it was that it raised a lot of story questions…and the answers to those story questions revealed a lot about how the writers are continually shafting Ashi.

If Ashi is literally half-Aku, why didn’t she show any non-human traits before now? Why did Aku just suddenly take control of her like she was a puppet, and she didn’t get a chance to fight against his possession at all? I wouldn’t mind those things so much if it weren’t for that part’s resemblance to an old-series episode called “The Aku Infection”, where Jack accidentally got possessed by Aku-matter by inahling some Aku-snot. In that episode, even though it was the exact same length, there was much more time devoted to him trying to combat the darkness within, and we got to see his emotional turmoil. But with Ashi’s similar situation, even though it’s happening to her, everything in the way it’s written makes it revolve around Jack – how it’s affecting him, how it makes him feel. Ashi is just a prop to give him Manpain™.

Which makes me sad because Jack was always such a down-to-earth, non-angsty character in the original series, and that was what I loved about him. It sucks for everybody that they’ve now decided to turn him into every male antihero. And in a weird way, I wish Ashi had never been introduced, which sounds mean. But it’s not that I don’t like her – I just think that ever since she entered the picture, the writers have completely mangled the male vs. female power balance they were trying to create.

#samurai jack spoilers #samurai jack #turbotalk #queenbean03 #anti ja//shi

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fictrashheap · 8 years ago

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Dancing with the Devil (Unedited)

Sometimes good by itself cannot defeat darkness. And sometimes it is necessary to fight evil with evil in order to save the world. Jack discovers this and more in his tenuous alliance with Aku.

Chapter 21

The wizard was suddenly quiet, pinned beneath Jack's soulful gaze. What was the samurai thinking? Why couldn't he discover what the samurai was thinking? He was simply a soft little mortal creature hardly worth the effort of manipulating to fulfill his own agenda, yet there was something more to it then that—an infuriating inability for him to fully comprehend his own pawn. It was maddening and intriguing and each sentiment served to bolster the other until Aku found it difficult to even look at his samurai nemesis without the pendulum continually swinging from anger to curiosity. The samurai's father had been a self-righteous little wretch, but the samurai himself was different, of a harder and more insolent ilk than his sire. Audacity, that's the word he was looking for. His nemesis possessed an outright audacity and it drove him into a fine rage each time he had to face it. No mortal had ever been so audacious in his presence.

Only the samurai dared his wrath. Only the samurai could—

The sudden slap of cold against Aku's face startled him and he jerked his head back in a mixture of indignation and bewilderment. His scarf unravelled with the abruptness of his retreat and hung limply in Jack's hand, only moved by a teasing breath of wind to fill the ensuing silence with the occasional flutter of clothing. The samurai's fingers, calloused from years of swordsmanship, lightly grazed his exposed throat and settled under the ridge of his helmet to tilt his head back into a vulnerable alignment with Jack's face. The press of lips dispelled any discomfort from the cold, now unimpeded by any protective demon aura.

Aku inhaled deeply as he pulled away, furious at himself for being caught so badly off-guard. "Gods flay your miserable hide, samurai," he breathed in a low rumble and watched with detachment as every word condensed in the chilly morning air. "Even after all that I have said you still possess the insolence to defy my prophecy?" The demon tightened his hands into wrathful fists, angry at the samurai and himself and their situation in general.

Jack didn't bat an eye when he caught Aku's wrist and with the absent ease of long familiarity he twisted the demon's arms behind his back and managed to pin his hands against his spine in one smooth, decisive motion. Aku only had the time to look surprised before the space between them vanished and any snide insults he would have made were swallowed up by astonished silence.

The wizard was completely surprised and realized it was the first time he had been in close proximity to any mortal before. From far away they appeared so clumsy and fragile with their flimsy bones and pitiful stature, but now their positions were reversed, and it was he who felt flimsy in comparison to the samurai's battle-hardened musculature, so unyielding after years of strife and hardship. For one strange moment he felt relaxed this way, utterly boneless, before the familiar anger reasserted itself.

"How dare you!"

"Why do you even pretend to be angry at this stage?" Jack asked, amused and genuinely puzzled. "It would seem redundant now, do you not think so?"

"I am angry! I am furious with you!" Aku curled one side of his lip and turned away to regard the fortress before him with stoic contempt. "Stop wasting time, samurai, those Celts hunger for demon blood and I intend to answer their insolence." He ascended up the path with squared shoulders.

Jack followed, hands hidden within the folds of his sleeves. He reached out when he matched Aku's pace and clutched the demon's shoulder. "No," he said firmly and took the lead, "your arrogance will not get us killed." The warrior passed beneath the magnificent frosted arch and was greeted by a square courtyard with a pile of stones placed in its centre. Birds sang in the emptiness, echoed oddly in the uninhabited halls of the ancient fortress. Jack shivered as he stepped gingerly onto the packed earth, still solid even after countless ages of neglect. He could sense a presence in here, something unsaid resonated within each stone used to build this place. He couldn't discern what it was, but he could feel it intimately in his being. An acknowledgement.

Dagaz and Deirdre stood idly by the ruined stones and both looked up to watch them enter the fortress. The big Celt shook his head in disgust and spat into the snow while his wife remained motionless, her tiger eyes unreadable beneath the sharp edge of her helmet. Jack could tell from the silence behind him Aku was wary. "Where are these trees?" He asked and waved his left hand towards the pile of stone. "Surely they are not within this fortress?"

Both Celts shared a significant look and it was Deirdre who answered. "The druids believed trees held special powers. There are folks who tell of a series of tunnels below this fort built before the Romans ever stepped foot here. That's where the trees are. Underground. Have a care, these are not natural trees. This is where the Forest King was slain and whatever is still down there seethes over it. The earth has a long memory, lad. It's a dark place down there." Deidre made a strange little sigh. "Dagaz and I can't follow ya any further. We've shown you the way, but the way's closed to us. We'll stay here and guard your back."

"You shoulda listened to me, li'le warrior," the hunter rumbled darkly beneath the ghastly skull, "he will attract things down there in that place." They both appeared disappointed but resigned to Jack's decision. Something the samurai was grateful for. He nodded his head to them both for their assistance and approached the square's centre but always kept himself between Aku and Dagaz.

"I thank you both for all your assistance, you have helped me immeasurably." He bowed his head in gratitude.

"Do us a favour and don't die," Deirdre muttered gruffly with forced nonchalance.

"Aye, it would make a good story over a pint," Dagaz added and swung his hammer over his shoulder. "It would be a shame if you took such a good tellin with you into the afterlife."

Jack's scowl gave way to a weary smile. "I will try." He bowed again but it was wasted upon the two Celts, who swarmed him with caution and good-natured admonitions. "Please," he pulled away from their unbridled affection, "how do I enter such a place?"

Deirdre pursed her lips, but her eyes had quickened. In her armour she appeared far more dangerous than her husband. "There's a hidden entrance about. Tis a cursed place, Jack, I won't lie to ya. It's damned and dark beneath these stones." She cast a complex glance at Dagaz. "Light a torch here and the hate of this place will eat ya alive. The Forest King was loved and whatever grows underneath isn't forgiving."

"Here," Dagaz lifted his enormous hammer and walked toward a particularly ornate arch. "Tis here you'll need to go." Jack followed his mountainous bulk and squinted into the shady reaches of the fortress. There was a battered soldier carved into the wall. Hard eyes gazed out from the lost centuries, eyes that sized Jack up. At his scornful feet rested a thick slab of marble, rosy and rare. Imported from the balmy Mediterranean basin. A solid remnant of an empire lost to the pages of history. The samurai bent down and examined it for a hidden trigger. There was none. He looked to Dagaz for an explanation, but the big Celt was looking at Aku, features tight and inscrutable. These ruins unnerved him far more then the one they had passed before.

The samurai frowned but continued to examine the small square of marble. The Roman soldier gazed down at him, stony face imperial. There was an eerie knowledge to the carving, something that not quite stone. Jack knew magic when he saw it. He turned to Dagaz and spoke, if only to distract the big Celt's alarming gaze. "There is a spell here. If this place is cursed, should such a thing be broken?"

"No, there is no need to damage it." Deirdre muttered. "Dagaz knows the words." The hunter spared his wife a complex look, but he turned to Jack and nodded.

"Aye, I remember."

Aku shot the hunter a glance, green eyes narrow. "Only demons know such things."

"And such fine help you've been!" Dagaz shot back. The wizard scowled, but hadn't the strength for idle prattle. Deirdre put a hand on his arm and the big Celt's body lost some of its tension, but his eyes burned with malevolence. He and Aku regarded each other for a long time before Dagaz faced the stone soldier and began to speak.

Dagaz had a low, guttural voice, but the words that emerged from his mouth were elusive and deeply unsettling. Jack strained to discern individual meanings, but syllables and vowels thundered past him like a polluted waterfall. He glanced over to see Aku was motionless behind him, gaze intensely green and unblinking. Jack realized he was watching something. Colours—like in their link? The samurai frowned. Despite his experience accessing the demon world was beyond him.

For a moment if felt like the stone wouldn't yield to Dagaz. Then a teeth-chattering grind shook the ground beneath their feet and the soldier shattered. Jack ducked instinctively and threw up an arm to protect his eyes. Rock pelted his exposed skin and promised to leave welts. A cloying grey dust was thrown up as the wall collapsed and shrouded them in a thick coat of dust. It was impossible to see, but Jack could hear Aku's breathing.

"I can smell her." The demon hissed into his ear.

Jack blinked rapidly and waved the dust away from his face. "What?"

Aku made an agonized groan and leaned closer. "She's been here. A long, long time ago…but she has been here."

"What?"

"Yes." The demon was trembling, expression torn between revulsion and pleasure. "She has grown very powerful…."

Jack recalled the chaotic encounter with Gaia; his own and the dizzying recollections of his nemesis. What would it be like to meet the demonic god who made you? He shuddered, but didn't have an answer. Instead he pulled Aku to his feet and waited for the dust to settle. Dagaz and Deirdre hadn't moved, but they were crouched with their back to the wall. The snow was littered with rocks and fine debris. It looked like a volcano had sent ash raining down the mountainside.

"Jack?" Deirdre's voice was faint.

"Yes. We are here." The samurai approached the Celts as they struggled to their feet. After Aku's outburst, he could feel something welling up from the deep, dark hole in front of them. The Roman wall had fallen away to reveal older foundations. A wooden hatch had covered it once, but had long since rotten away. Only a rectangular hole remained. Despite the light, it remained a featureless void. Jack squinted and stepped closer. There was no evidence of stairs. Only a presence rose from the black depths. It went beyond Aku's at the Roman ruins they had passed earlier. A deep and immortalized malevolence regarded them from the bowels of the earth. Jack swallowed and looked away.

Dagaz stood at his side. It was impossible to know what he was thinking. "So?" He asked after a moment.

"How did you know those words?" Aku asked. His voice was soft and had a visible affect on Dagaz. The big Celt looked at him.

Without speaking he withdrew a golden medallion that had been hidden under the layers of clothing. It shone under the sunlight, the sapphires perched on its surface glowed as blue as Dagaz's eyes. The sight of it was like a physical blow. Jack gasped and took a step backward. The shape, the colour, the jewels, the despairing figures….

"How?" He demanded. "I saw that in my dream."

"Gaia found you." Aku spoke the samurai's thoughts. "She caught you sneaking into this place." He eyed the Celt's helmet and his eyes suddenly widened. "That skull is how she kept you here. She took your face."

"To use as her avatar," Jack added softly. Aku shot him an alarmed glance. "You told me she challenged the gods, but if she had a disguise…." His dark eyes met Dagaz's. "She could do what she wanted without divine interference."

Deirdre approached them, sword dangling against her thigh. Her bright tiger eyes were blank with astonishment. "I never asked," she muttered softly, "and you said it was an accident. You said…." Her husband glanced at her, eyes heavy with silent messages.

"It was," Dagaz suddenly spoke and threw the medallion to the ground. Its round design shone eerily amongst the snow drifts. He stood still, blue eyes glowing, and suddenly looked at Jack. "I like you. I do. I even tried to warn you…but it's done." He pointed at the medallion shining beside his feet. "It's touched the earth, now. She will come. He's made sure of it." He pointed to Aku.

An ominous shiver ran through the crumbling fortress. Aku's head jerked up as if someone had called his name. The cold air crackled with an unseen danger. Another tremor rumbled through the ruins, more violently than the last. Jack clutched his katana as a jet of light burst from the medallion to punch through the overcast. It shredded the clouds. The sky became an unearthly purple-black bowl. A new sort of cold descended as the sun withered to a grey pinprick.

Jack struggled to understand. He tore his eyes away from the column of light and gazed at Aku. The wizard's eyes reflected the sky's eerie sheen, his expression blank. There was so much power before him, but he was helpless to use it. One of Gaia's talismans had more power than he had in his entire being. Jack could see the realization. Jack could feel its weight. Despair crept over them all like the deep purple sky. It felt like time was slowing down.

Dagaz released a hoarse shout and smashed his hammer against the medallion. Instead of breaking, its energies exploded through his weapon, up his arms, and through his body. The sudden heat was blistering. Jack stumbled back, momentarily blinded, and bumped into Aku. The wizard's body was cool and unyielding against his back. The fuhai's work was nearly done. Deirdre regarded everything from the opposite side of the clearing. Her golden eyes were nearly perfect circles as her husband was consumed by demonic energy. The magic forced its way beneath his skin, made it glow and pulse like the transparent flesh of a newborn bird.

"What is happening?" Jack howled over the roar of wind and power. Aku made no reply, deaf to everything but Dagaz's transformation. His eyes were unblinking, mesmerized.

And then there was only darkness. The sky above was a charred and starless black. Jack felt it pushing down on his shoulders, sucking the strength from his limbs. An invisible tide washed across the fortress, numbing and pervasive. Jack felt he was drowning. There was no sun, no light, no warmth. The sky was a godless black bowl, emptied of life and light.

#samurai jack #aku #jaku #dwtdnoedits

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detortum · 8 years ago

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Dazai’s relationships:

Please mind that this is entirely my point of view, so I might be getting facts wrong and my portrayal might change based on rp’s too!

|| What I find so curious about Dazai is that he isn’t exactly human, like his ability implies. He is capable of inhumane things which makes me wonder what goes through his mind on a daily basis? Is he on ‘the edge’ or did he already pass that border and is actually unable to live with himself? It’s one of the things that really makes me curious because there are times when he is human. He treated Akutagawa terribly, alright. He gave him a spartan training you wouldn’t want to wish on anyone. It was Dazai’s way of ensuring Akutagawa would become stronger. It was twisted and yet he somehow he knows as long as Aku follows his order he would grow to become stronger. Atsushi later claims that Dazai approved of Aku long ago and Dazai doesn’t deny it, yet why didn’t he ever tell Aku this before? He clearly treats Atsushi much better, but I think that’s because he himself had to learn to ‘teach’ and ‘behave’ differently after he joined the Agency. He is used to violence, murder, torture, deceive and repeat. I don’t think he ever knew what family was or how to accept people into his heart, how to abide by good morals etc. He knows how to talk to people, he knows what to say, what to do and how to achieve his goals. He also seems to have a good idea of what others think and how to play along with them. But I don’t think he knew how to treat those he was responsible for ‘better’ or in a good way. Or maybe he thought Aku could handle the spartan training, but even then, it’s never justifiable. Dazai is capable of accepting friends, those at first being Oda and Ango. I think they were the constant in his life, the safe haven he knew he could go to whenever. He knew he would meet them at the bar, thus becoming friends with them. Ango betrayed them in the end and honestly? I was kind of surprised to see Dazai letting him off so easily. Didn’t he betray the Mafia? Instead he let him off saying: Don’t show me your face ever again. Does that mean it did hurt him that Ango betrayed them? It looks like to me Ango did have a place in his heart, albeit a small one because Dazai doesn’t allow people to pass that invisible barrier. Then there’s Oda whom he was genuinely upset about to see him dying in front of him. He did think of him as his friend and made the promise to fight on the good side. He owes it to Oda that he can do good things with his incredible ability now, but is he ‘good’ at heart? Or rather: can one expect him to learn good morals and live by those? He can, but is that also what he feels and truly thinks? The Agency gave him a broader view and reasonable restrictions, such as no killing and protecting civilians, no harming comrades etc. Back to the Mafia: Chuuya. There was definitely a bond of trust, because I believe it is not possible to work together so well without at least having some kind of ‘connection’. They clearly had these dynamics that enabled them to work together so well. And yet at the same time, they can’t stand each other. I think, Dazai does show a bit of what he truly thinks and feels to Chuuya. I think Chuuya is one of the few who knows Dazai, just like Oda did, only slightly differently. Now, at the Agency, Kunikida is the one Dazai can always be found hanging around, irritating him, working together as partners and so on. I think Kunikida is the new stable factor for him. There are for every human protective and risk factors. While Dazai has many risk factors in his life, I think Kunikida is a protective one in the sense that he can keep Dazai at bay, somewhat. I think Kunikida has this air of ‘reassurance’ that also helps Dazai to somehow level with him, if you get what I mean. Am I making sense? Just like Oda was the constant in his life, Kunikida has that role now (not to replace Oda mind you). And about the protective factors, I think Atsushi is one for him too. He treats him much better compared to Aku and I think that’s because Dazai learned enough to at least be able to do that. Despite Atsushi being 18, he’s still often treated as a child, which I don’t think is a bad thing considering what the boy went through in his life. But you know? Chapter 39 about Atsushi’s orphanage and the caretaker did trouble me. I read comments about people suddenly being confused about him, suddenly somehow feeling for him. There is no justifying what that man did, no matter his intention to want to praise Atsushi in the end. It was touchy yes, but it doesn’t take away all the years of abuse. And yet, I can also see why Dazai said told him ‘when someone’s father passes away, they will cry.’ Doesn’t Dazai understand all too well what kind of relationship Atsushi and his caretaker had? Didn’t he treat Aku in a similar way in the past? He also knew Atushi doesn’t know what a parent is, what familial love is. Dazai doesn’t know that either, so they were really on the same level regarding that. Dazai knows it’s unforgivable what the caretaker did, he knows what he himself did is unforgivable, but the important thing is what are they going to do with that in the future?

I will ramble more about this later, but this was just to settle with the ideas I have for Dazai’s portrayal c; Feel free to let me know your thoughts! I’d love to discuss it and improve it, because there is always space for improvement. Not to mention, I might still be getting details wrong because I am still re-reading the manga o////o

Anyway, thank you for reading this! ^^

#;Musings #;Headcanon #;Dazai's relationships #rambles #long post

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teacupballerina · 8 years ago

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I hope you don't mind me asking (and that this doesn't come off as rude), but what is it about Aku that made you a fan of him? I guess from my point-of-view, from watching Samurai Jack as a kid, I always saw Aku as a big jerk with hardly any redeeming qualities, so I was a bit surprised to find out he had a fanbase. Thanks in advance!

It’s totally fine! I really need an FAQ page lol.

Anyway this is a question deserving of a long answer, so I hope YOU don’t mind my rambling.

what is it about Aku that made you a fan of him?

I wish I had a time machine so I could ask myself. I was seven when Samurai Jack premiered and showed the first three episodes, and I distinctly remember sitting on the floor at my grandparents’ house watching it. Aku was my favorite from the moment he appeared, and I don’t know why I was drawn to him. I always had “phases” where I was totally obsessed with something, but for whatever reason I never moved on from Aku.

Now that I’m older I can analyze and interpret Aku as a character and concept. His design, his voice (RIP Mako), his aesthetic, his role, his personality; everything about him is some next level shit to me. I don’t know what I would think of him if I just started watching the show yesterday, because I’ve grown up using him as my basis of comparison. The little bastard was involved in the formation of my own personal preferences, and I am biased in every possible way. HOWEVER!! I can somewhat explain why he has a fanbase.

He is definitely a big jerk with hardly any redeeming qualities, I agree. But he’s so much fun to watch, and definitely fun to write. He can be played straight as a terrifying, impossibly powerful monster of UNSPEAKABLE EVIL…and then he’ll get sarcastic, or playful like a kid, or unbelievably petty, or just downright silly. He’s also arguably the narrator of a series which can be presented as a collection of legends about a warrior who may or may not actually exist, who for this reason is aware of the meta of the story (episode 48), and could be considered its deuteragonist.

Now if you really want to go somewhere stupid like I do, you could say Aku is merely a reflection of the hate and aggression that surrounds him, a self-fulfilling prophecy that proclaimed himself “Evil”, because that’s the only thing he had ever been called. “The Birth of Evil” is the best argument for this, showing us not just the physical creation of Aku, but the events that motivated him to become the personification of evil. I don’t think it was deliberate, but it’s very easy to interpret the episode that way, if you watch it from the perspective of someone who knows nothing about the show or the characters.

With this angle, it’s not a stretch to compare Aku to Frankenstein’s Monster: a tragic villain whose own creator despises him, who knows he will never be allowed to exist if he doesn’t fight to exist; who understands that he isn’t supposed to be alive yet desperately clings to dreams of changing his inevitable fate of destruction, hoping that somehow, someday, he will find someone somewhere who doesn’t have to be forced and threatened to accept him, who genuinely believes it’s okay for him to live.

As for the fanbase, I have three things to say.

The most creative and comprehensive SJ fansite back in the early 2000s was shogunofsorrow.com, an Aku web-shrine, with a Jack-centric side for inclusiveness. It set the precedent for Aku fans likening themselves to minions.

I would not be surprised if the Aku cult in the new season playing a large role is something Genndy thought of years ago when that site was active. It would explain why the cult is, from what we’ve seen so far, girls-only. A subtle nod.

I’ve seen the rise, fall, death, and rebirth of the fandom. Aku transcends it. There are Aku fans out there who haven’t seen the show and there are Aku fans that don’t like anything else in the show. Shit’s incredible.

All of this can be summed up as follows:

Aku is one of the most quotable characters ever. When people think of or see Samurai Jack, they generally either think of Jack yelling “AKUUUU” or they think of Aku himself. Based on which Aku quote immediately comes to mind, you can determine that person’s level of Aku fan, and where they are on a scale of “Filthy Casual” to “There’s No Name for This Highly Specific Disorder Yet”.

Normie tier:

“LONG AGO IN A DISTANT LAND”, “FOOLISH SAMURAI WARRIOR”, anything from the opening monologue. It’s the first thing anyone hears when they watch an episode.

Basic tier:

“GREAT FLAMING EYEBROWS” as the second most quoted line from the show, after anything from the opening.

Average tier:

“BEEF JERKEY” and anything else from Aku’s Fairy Tales, the most quoted episode in the show.

Meme tier:

“EXTRA THICK”

High tier:

“How fitting indeed to be destroyed by the blade of your WORTHLESS father!” denoting an acknowledgement of Aku projecting his contempt for the Emperor onto Jack and the reason Jack is still alive (Aku wants poetic justice).

God tier:

“You will pay for my pain in the past with your pain in the future…” understanding that it’s not simple mindless evil that drives Aku, it’s vengeance for what Samurai Jack’s father did.

Ascended tier:

“I think….you.…owe me an apology.” Realizing this is Aku speaking through Jack in The Aku Infection and what that implies. This is Aku’s most basic consciousness manifesting itself, revealing Aku’s true nature as a snarling animal that only understands aggression, a dog that learned to bite after getting kicked; a beast possessing intelligence that has been twisted into insanity by pain and sorrow that forces him to see everything else as a threat. He feels justified in being an asshole because it’s what the world deserves. Aku is the one who decides life and death now, he is the god sent to smite humanity, but he will show mercy to those who submit and apologize to him, because it gives him the sense of control and authority he needs to keep himself from destroying everything out of existential paranoia.

Teacupballerina tier:

Aku laugh collection playing in head on repeat at all times.

....Why am I like this? lol

#samurai jack #ask teacup #sj2017 #anonymous #aku theories #HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I USED THAT TAG

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malaysiankpopfans · 8 years ago

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[COVERAGE] EXO Thunders Through the Heat at #EXOrDIUMinMalaysia

KUALA LUMPUR, 18th March 2017 – On March 18th, EXO returned to meet their Malaysian EXO-L’s for their successful EXO Planet #3 – The EXO'rDIUM tour. Based on the huge turnout at Stadium Merdeka and seeing fans willingness to queue under the heavy rain, clearly this is one of the year’s biggest K-pop events in Malaysia!

The first time I watched EXO was for their short set at 2013’s MTV World Stage Live, sharing stages with international acts like Robin Thicke and Far East Movement. Soon, they conquered the world with sold out concerts across the globe, and had their first full concert at Stadium Merdeka in 2016 as part of their EXO PLANET #2: EXO’luXion tour. This time around, it would be the fourth mark they make on Malaysian shores, and we are excited to see what performances they would bring in. It is worth noting that this particular stop is the outdoor venue they would perform at throughout the whole leg of the tour.

Much to the fans’ delight, the rain stopped right before the concert began. At exactly 8PM, the lights dimmed, and the screen played the opening montage, introducing us to the boys and their superpowers. The mixture of realistic cinematography and Roy Lichtenstein’s comic illustration made us feel like we’re watching a Marvel movie. The final narration sent shivers to the spine, as they said that these ‘beings’, or EXO, are finally “here, with us, right now.”

The concert started with a bang: strong guitars and drums boomed across the stadium as their debut track “MAMA” gets a heavy rock remix. The boys did not stop and began their next number Monster, which included a dazzling dance solo by Baekhyun. I found myself completely impressed by the new remix of Wolf, in which the song became more grandiose and heart-thumping. While a few explosions startled the viewers, EXO seemed unfazed and walked through the whole shebang without fear. With fantastic lighting, effects and even pyrotechnics to fire up the whole crowd, it was, like how the kids these days call it, “it’s lit”!

With the fans’ loud cheers and fan chants, the boys acknowledged the increased passion among the Malaysian EXO-L’s, teasing that they are sweating profusely due to the intense passion by Malaysian EXO-L’s, and not the humid weather. All the fans were at the height of their excitement, brandishing the EXO lightstick according to the beat. At this point, I kind of wish that I had one with me and I was not tied down to my seat.

The leader Suho confidently spoke in English as he introduced the members to the crowd, ensuring that language is not a barrier to them. Chen took the chance to charm the crowd with his Malay as his “aku cinta padamu” left the girls swooning. These jabs are even carried into their performances, such as Baekhyun inserting an impressive ad-lib singing of Malaysia. Xiumin even cheekily slid in an “apa khabar” in their “Unfair” performance. With the stage being set up like a living room, they’ve definitely made us all feel at home.

A few weeks before the concert, the announcement of Chinese member Lay’s inability to join this stop might have disappointed some. However, fans roared at the sight of Lay in their video montages, proving that EXO-L’s would support each and every one of them even from afar. The lack of one member, too, did not diminish the quality of the show, as other members showed off their best capabilities. Despite his small stature, Baekhyun’s spark was undeniably bright as he showed great vocal abilities and stage presence, charming fans from all sides. Kai, too, was exceptionally playful tonight, as he excitedly pointed out his new hair colour specially dyed for his fans. His capability to switch from a cute and endearing boy to a seductive performer is an art of its own.

The fanservice became more gravitating as the boys moved to the extended stage, giving more spot light to each and every one of them. It is a crime to deny how good looking they really are. Six years into their career, the boys’ features have become more chiseled and matured, and this is evident in their professionalism too.

I have to commend the sound system for making the songs sound larger than life. “Artificial Love”, an 80s deep house inspired song taken off from their studio album EX'ACT, turned the whole stadium into an open air rave party as the bass thundered across the venue. The boys changed their persona from aggressive performers to a more sensual touch, albeit a little too tantalizing. Their hips’ flexibility definitely did not lie, and Kai’s blindfold dance was all too bewitching.

But that’s not the only type of performance they’re capable to pull – all dressed in white shirts, the boys sat down to play us an acoustic medley of their songs. With Chanyeol handsomely plucking and strumming the guitar, the boys breezed through acoustic renditions of “My Lady”, “My Turn to Cry”, “Moonlight”, and even their funky single “Call Me Baby” gets a chill treatment. Both Kai and Sehun entertained the crowd with a little dance. It would have been a delight if they could slip in a cover of “Belaian Jiwa”, but that’s my unfulfilled wishful thinking.

DO, Baekhyun and Chen belted out their vocal prowess in ballads such as Stronger and What If. It is no doubt that their vocals are top-notched, as they crooned the crowd into a romantic sensation. They took on another look by dressing in elves costumes and being delightful with the song “Heaven”. Hip songs like “Tender Love” and “Love Me Right” got everyone, including the grumpy uncle at the corner of my section, grooving along.

They soon switched it back to bold hits like “Overdose” and “Transformer”. Luckily for us, the hot weather made the boys forego their metallic leather jackets, and performed in their black undershirts. Not that anyone was complaining! The venue transformed into a rave party, as Chanyeol shredded on an electric guitar and decked himself behind a huge golden DJ deck. Lightsaber, the promotion song for Star Wars: The Force Awakens, stayed true to its homage, as it ends with the boys wielding lightsabers.

The next set took me by surprise, as Chanyeol, Xiumin, Sehun and Kai began to rap. Yes, rap. While I had penned EXO down for their hot modern R&B takes, this was an element of surprise that brought the house down. The whole stadium shook with the fans jumping ecstatically to the beat of “Drop That”, as the boys showed off their dance moves.

This date is also special as fans come together to celebrate Xiumin’s birthday. Suho, who was more than ready to join in the celebration, asked the crowd to keep quiet and the lights down low before the birthday boy appears on stage. While waiting, the other boys charmed the crowd by singing snippets of their solo songs, with a cute aegyo from Kai. Once Xiumin appeared, the whole stadium burst into a chorus of birthday song in Korean and English, with fans lifting up their phone screens as part of a fan project. It’s not everyday you get a whole stadium to sing for you!

Once the boys walked out from the stage, drops of rain hit our heads and shoulders. Fans quickly took out their ponchos and umbrellas, and a poncho seller scurried among the crowd to give them a quick shelter. To the fans on the field, it felt like a nuisance, but to EXO, it felt like a relief as they had been jokingly asking for the rain to come throughout the concert so that they would look sexy in their performances. The encore hit off with their critically acclaimed hit, “Growl”, which proved how everlasting it is. No one can resist from jamming to this, as everyone stood up on their chairs, wearing their poncho and danced away. In front of me was a father who held his umbrella open for his daughter, which is a sweet sight.

To say that the concert is enjoyable is an understatement. While the whole show did not have any underlying narrative, sans the opening and closing montage of their superpowers, EXO showed the variety of music that they are capable of, from R&B to rock and even to hip-hop. It also felt great to see how genuine they are in delivering the best for their fans, and to see that regardless of nationality, all EXO-L’s are held closely and dear to them.

Undoubtedly, EXO was the star of the night, beaming from the love and support from Malaysian EXO-L’s.

Photos by Star Planet

Writer: Afi Noor

Editor: Rain

#coverage #EXOrDIUMinMalaysia #EXO #EXO-L #EXOrDIUMinMY #EXOrDIUMinKL #EXOrDIUMinKualaLumpur #Kuala Lumpur #Malaysia #Kpop

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Singapore Changi Airport

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Singapore Changi Airport

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Voted the World’s Best Airport (2017) for the fifth year in a row, Changi Airport has bagged the international title at the World Airport Awards for the eighth time since its introduction in 2000. The Singapore Changi Airport allows travelers to experience a multitude of shopping, dining and entertainment experiences at it’s three terminals. They encompass some of the best duty-free outlets in town, wide variety of entertainment features (video game consoles, movie theatres), huge selection of local and international delicacies, as well as relaxation activities like the world’s first Butterfly Garden in an airport.

Social Media Presence – Instagram

The airport has been actively building its social media presence through it’s presence and marketing efforts across all 7 channels. As an international brand, Changi Airport wants to elevate travelers’ experience on a personal level by connecting with them on the different social media platform.

Changi Airport Instagram

A quick look at @ChangiAirport Instagram feed and you will see it is as beautiful and Insta-worthy as the actual place itself, truly living up to its international standards. With over 115k followers on Instagram (that’s about the same as an influencer), let’s take a deeper look at who are following the world’s favorite airport!

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As an international hub with travelers from all over the world, Changi Airport’s Instagram account has followers from a diverse mix of nationality but the main bulk comes from local audience and neighboring countries such as Indonesia and Malaysia.

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It is not surprising that the largest group of following comes are millennial users as they are the top and rising segment on Instagram. However, Changi Airport’s Instagram account is also followed by older audience age 35 above (32%) which are usually not frequent users of this platform.

Now on to the highlight, lets learn some marketing tips from Changi Airport and see how this international brand is expressing itself through one of the most loved social media platform – Instagram. We made use of Popular Chip’s platform to discover Changi Airport’s top Instagram post in the past 3 months and learn how they made their social media strategy works.

Tip 1: User generated content is GOLD

Do you choose the window seat on your flights, just for the amazing view from above? [📸: @zippyzipeng] #windowpeek #singaporeskyline

A post shared by Singapore Changi Airport (SIN) (@changiairport) on May 21, 2017 at 1:36am PDT

The top post of Changi Airport Instagram account in the past three months is an amazing window seat shot taken by @zippyzipeng (top) and this is a great example of brands adopting user generated content to boost brand exposure and engagement. The Singapore Changi Airport has always been active in curating and featuring some of the best shots of their airport on their account. User generated content is one of the greatest asset of the digital space now and brands should make use of these to forge a connection, build and engage a community. Also, a simple interactive caption in the form of a question also engages the audiences to participate in a conversation like the one where followers are asked to share their thoughts on window seats.

Tip 2: Humanize the brand, engage your staffs

This Father’s Day, we caught up with @singaporeair Leading Steward Adriel Pang and his 3-year old son, Vayeus. Vayeus used to cling onto Adriel’s pant leg when he sensed that he was leaving for a longer flight. But explaining that long flights allow him to return home bearing gifts usually does the trick to calm Vayeus down. “Now, he’s starting to expect a present every time I return from a longer flight!” Adriel laughs. Looking sharp in your matching suits, you two. #HappyFathersDay #FacesofChangi

A post shared by Singapore Changi Airport (SIN) (@changiairport) on Jun 17, 2017 at 7:06pm PDT

The second most liked photo features a father (Leading steward) and son from Singapore Airline and this gives the brand of Changi Airport the human and emotional element especially so during the Father’s Day season. Humanizing the brand can take various approach from featuring happy customers to business partners or even your staffs, and all these helps to build a more intimate connection with brands’ ultimate audience – consumers themselves.

Tip 3: Sneak peaks, generate hype for upcoming events

How often do you get to see the all-new Volvo S90 driving through our airport terminal? Stay tuned for more on #ChangiMillionaire.

A post shared by Singapore Changi Airport (SIN) (@changiairport) on Apr 27, 2017 at 3:11am PDT

A car driving through one of the world’s best and secured airport? That’s a rare sight but definitely worth a sneak peak on Changi Airport’s Instagram account (and also this is one of the top liked post). Changi Millionaire is a yearly event that rewards consumers/travelers for their shopping and dining purchases at the airport with $1million in cash and All-New Volvo S90. Of course, Changi Airport could have simply posted an advertisement/brochure to publicize the event but that’s boring and so they brought the prize into the picture in the most epic way?

Tip 4: Go beyond normal!

Guess who will be rolling down to Changi Airport this Friday? #soeggsciting

A post shared by Singapore Changi Airport (SIN) (@changiairport) on May 22, 2017 at 3:38am PDT

Amidst all the HD and perfect Instagram shots on the Instagram feed comes a post that is so casual and cute, it almost seems like a friend of ours posted the photo! But that is one way to reach out and attract the millennial users on Instagram who plays a huge part in this social media platform. Changi Airport Insta account nailed it as this post soon became it’s top commented photo. Brands should not be afraid to go beyond the normal and traditional posts (product/promotion shots etc) and explore more lifestyle/behind the scenes options that is more appealing to the current generation that prefers more genuine content and experience.

To end off the article, we made use of Popular Chip’s social listening tool and identified some of the top performing Instagram post with the hashtag #singaporechangiairport and #changiairport. Here are some of them!

Kemaren pas nunggu di ✈️Bandara Singapur untuk balik ke Jakarta, aku mampir ke #ShillaBeautyLoft @ShillaDutyFreesg Collection Privée Christian Dior for gentleman👨🏼‍💼. Aku selalu paling bingung untuk cari parfum yang pas buat aku karna wanginya beda beda dan masing masing punya karakter yang kuat. Tapi aku senang banget kemaren disana ada Dior Expert yang bisa bantu kita menyesuaikan dan cari wangi yang pas buat aku. Chelsea pun senang dengan ada mya Dior Expert karna aku jadi ga ngerepotin dia untuk bantu pilihin parfum 🤣🤔 #ShillaSG #Singapore #Dior #ChangiAirport #ad #perfume #fragrance #formen #christiandior #luxury #parfum #eaudeparfum

A post shared by Glenn Alinskie (@glennalinskie) on Jul 4, 2017 at 4:31am PDT

The Shila Singapore worked with Popular Chips to develop this campaign for their Shila Beauty Loft.

Hello sweethearts, how do you keep your skin hydrated during a flight?✈️ Let me know below . . Last week at Changi Airport in Singapore, I had an express facial treatment at the #ShillaBeautyLoft. There's nothing that says first class in hydration more than a SK-II express facial, literally 30 mins before boarding a plane. So, shout out to @ShillaDutyFree and its one-of-a-kind beauty loft right in the middle of Terminal 3 in the transit area ♥️ #relax #metime #ShillaSG #ShillaDutyFree #Singapore #ChangiAirport #ad #SKII #facialtreatment

A post shared by Jennifer Bachdim (@jenniferbachdim) on Jul 5, 2017 at 3:33am PDT

Believe in your dreams and keep working for them. So grateful for all your support and to share with you this success: an exclusive video featuring my mother and I which will be played in @ShillaDutyFreeSG in Singapore Changi airport. Next time you are at Changi airport, instead of boring yourself at the gate, stop by the Shilla Beauty Loft and experience what my mother and I did….and let me know if you see us on their maxi screens. #ShillaBeautyLoft #ShillaSG #ShillaDutyFreeSG #Singapore #ChangiAirport #oasis #traveller #premiere #ad #dream #funtime

A post shared by Cazet🌸 (@cacazeta) on Jul 8, 2017 at 4:13am PDT

This 'Kinetic Rain' sculpture at Singapore's Changi Airport helps travelers calm down and de-stress before their flights. ✈️ #zen #lifeisanadventure

A post shared by INSIDER (@thisisinsider) on Oct 25, 2016 at 11:36am PDT

The Singapore Changi Airport is not just a winner in its facility and services, it is also performing well in the social media space. Check out this article where we share Changi Airport’s upcoming Insta-worthy Terminal 4!

#changi airport #instagram #marketing #social media #top

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