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Albedo. I just rolled him and finished his quest.
I would love to talk about travelling with him, or at least being someone who brings in the ingredients for alchemy. Someone who goes out of their way for him and gets the best. Maybe the only gardener in Mondstadt to grow alchemical roots and grasses.
I'm happy for you, rolling the cute alchemy boyo ywy I only rolled in his banner to get Bennett in five rolls I'm sorry Albedo, my primogems are for Xiao and Hu Tao- *shot*
Back to business! I really, really like this cute idea awww thank you for distracting from the angst fics in my head haha (TUMBLR DIDNâT SAVE IT PROPERLY AND SO THE POST IS HORRIBLY SHORT WAIT- FIXED IT WOOHOO)
Albedo's Personal Botanist
Background
Most ingredients in alchemy usually come from ores and liquid ingredients formed by chemistry methods. Stuff like Tuttia, Bismuth, all that shindigs-
So while plant life can be useful for alchemy, not everyone recognizes its utility straight away, and provide for the common plants for arrangements rather than scientific inventory
I can imagine that you'd be a normal gardener at first but very passionate of their properties.
Might be a Dendro vision wielder too, the Dendro archon loves those who wield the power of knowledge, more so when they use it on nature.
You carry with you a lil book about all the plants and shrubs that you've personally cared for, down to their finest detail and properties. But you're a gardener, not a master of Alchemy, so some parts of the notes you couldn't really figure out yourself.
The first time you met Albedo, he was around a year into staying in Mondstadt. He was forced to go out and take a breather because of his workaholic schedule, and instead of relaxing in a bath, he ended up drifting to the market area to get more ingredients local to Mond.
Unlike the other flower stalls, he was pulled into yours because of the wide variety of your wares. Roots, grasses, shoots, plants you couldn't just find outside of the walls.
You were tending to your mini greenhouse in the back and left your botania book on the shelf outside, and this LIL SHI- Albedo, having no proper training for social interactions, straight up just opened that shit and read it all.
"Oh, hello there, mister- HEY, THAT'S MY STUFF, WHAT THE HECK"
Flustered, confused and alarmed, Albedo tried his best to quickly reason with your garden-spade-wielding self. And with his pretty boy self, you managed to calm down and listen.
You may or may not had smacked him with a bouquet of horsetail for good measure.
"Such vast knowledge and detail orientation, why waste away your talents in selling productive fauna when you can wield them into something more?"
Master Phytologist of the Knights of Favonius acquired!
Working with Albedo!
Your greenhouse in the Knight of Favonius HQ is most definitely connected to Albedo's laboratory! And very spacious too.
More than one occasion, you've seen the Chief Alchemist casually sneaking around the area, plucking a Flaming Flower or scraping dandelion seeds from the pot while you were busy tending to other flowers on the other side of your area.
65% of the time you caught him red-handed and you will be met with the rare sight of a fumbling, queasy Albedo.
30% of the time you just find out something is missing after checking inventory for the day, usually ends up with you hunting and shouting for Albedo. Because the guy seem to have a sixth sense as to when you find out his thieving adventures.
5% of all of that, Kaeya would be the one stealing from your 'safer' floras to woo a random citizen in Mond. And as a master of botany, your precious babies are always in tip top shape. Top quality bouquets all day, all night.
Those moments are the ones Albedo hate more than getting smacked with your spade. Those are your flowers, and by association, his. Grown to their maximum potential by your calloused yet gentle hands FOR HIM-
Kaeya: *reaching out to pluck a perfectly healthy glaze lily*; Albedo: *his short ass of a shadow looming over him*
NOW IT IS HIM WHO WIELDS THE POWER OF THE GARDEN SPADE
The atmosphere of your work area is significantly different from his own messy laboratory. The glass walls and roof that lets in just the right amount of sunlight, with a perfect view of the scenic landscape of Mondstadt and beyond.
When Albedo reaches a wall on his research, he picks up his sketchbook and just- waltz in to your workshop through the door connecting your workspaces.
The fresh air, the soft kiss of the sun, your humming, it was all a symphony of heaven concocted just for him.
Heâll find himself sketching your babies, dozen or more times you are included.
Your notebookâs illustrations are mostly courtesy of him, and he greatly basks in your pure admiration of his drawing.
To help him focus, you once took on the great task of organizing his laboratory, to no avail. Even if you manage to fix and align his inventory, itâs gonna go back to chaos after three days minimum.
Itâs okay tho, itâs normal for him, more excuse to visit you-
Guilty, he wants your spacious and refreshing greenhouse and often asks for a redesign of his laboratory to share similar workspace with you.
Acting Grand Master Jean had to decline this idea just because it costs more than a million mora.
Heâs definitely gonna sulk in your greenhouse after that, back leaning on the warm glass wall as he does nothing but sketch you and your plants the whole day.
Donât stop him
Just admire the pout
Actually Working with Albedo! (Finally)
Whenever Albedo discovers/explores a new area, youâre always sure to tag along whether willingly or by force
YOU BET YOUR FROZEN ASS YOUâRE COMING WITH HIM TO DRAGONSPINE
DEFINITELY BY FORCE
I imagine that despite being his assistant/student, Sucrose and Timaeus are more focused on research and the application of Alchemy, so theyâre not much of the resource gathering type. That said, Albedo is very thankful of your existence, itâs a breather to his already full schedule.
Albedo is both considerate and inconsiderate unconsciously : While he may run off to experiment on the traveler and leave you scouting the area yourself, he doesnât willingly set you on fire from the inside.
Every time he comes back to camp after finishing the step by step experiment with/on the Traveler, he makes sure to check up on how you are doing.
TAKE NOTE: Our prince is very occupied and busy with his own work a lot, so heâs never really seen you in action when you go out to get the the materials he needs-
So he is purely horrified when he saw you hanging off the cliff with nothing but a rope around you to keep you safe, carefully investigating a petrified tree branch up close.
Suddenly, elevator.
Again, Imma bet, heâs gonna be accompanying you in all your expeditions after that. Heâll need to know where and how you acquire every ingredient outside of your greenhouse.
Does it require you to climb a mountain? Are there any Hilichurl camps nearby? Maybe mobs that are attracted to that type of flower?
He would be very attentive of your inventory reports and would recognize if a dangerous gathering journey is near. Heâll be right there with you.
Violetgrass x1000
Heâs gathering more than a monthâs worth just to make sure you donât go back to make that dangerous trip. Itâs very impractical, but let him rest his heart.
You and Albedo: Resource Gathering Expedition; Other Knights: Outdoor Dates Disguised as Work-Related Outings
Flower crowns are good and all but have you heard of flower bracelets?
Omg so cute hhh imagine a Flaming Flower Stamen bracelet for his Dragonspine expedition- itâs not gonna last forever but itâs so precious heâs definitely keeping that shit even when the heat already dissipated from it gah-
âPaimon wonders, whatâs that thing around your wrist?â
âA flame bracelet, made to keep the cold away.â
âWoah! Sounds very useful! Sure would be handy for exploring, you think we can borrow it-â
âNo.â
Something angst-y: Albedo has yet to make a Dendro affinity potion and heâs really, really devastated about it and himself. Youâll have to forcibly pull him out of his self-deprecation, force him to get a breather.
Overall, Albedo greatly appreciates not only your utility but also your consistent company. He values your tenacity and comfort, sharing unadulterated curiousity as you both venture the great unknown. Thereâs a lot of stuff he can pray about to thank whichever archon has graced you. And despite his Vision lacking the function to actually help in the advancement of his research, he is now thankful for it, for he has found with it a greater purpose: Ensuring the safety of his precious Gardenia.
I CANT BELIEVE IT, THIS THING WAS 30 TIMES LONGER BUT TUMBLR DIDNâT SAVE THE DRAFT PROPERLY AND HAD TO GET EVERYTHING BACK THROUGH MEMORY, AND MY MEMORY IS B A D. IâM SORRY I KNOW YOU JUST WANTED TO TALK BUT IT ENDED UP BEING SUPER LONG AND LOOKS LIKE A HEADCANON THAN ANYTHING, MY FORMATTING IS REALLY LIKE THIS AAAAAAAA- I hope you enjoy ywy I like your brain, it brings good ideas and gives me good ideas too!
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact albedo#albedo#albedo x reader#exile.goblet#ahahahahhahaha#this is so long and disastrous#im sorry skskksks#my first ask!#there's a double 'the' here somewhere#I just can't find it wth#exile.flower#gender neutral
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âRealising their feelings for youâ
characters: Nishinoya, Tsukishima, suga
genre: angst to fluff?
type: headcanon
extras: wrote this cause i was in my angst feels guys, itâs raining what a mood. Anyways iâve already seen all the requests and itâs gonna come slowly sorry ^^ Also iâm thinking about creating a tag list, if youâre interested please drop a message!
The two of you were close friends
both mature yet childish and stubborn at the same time
youâve always felt differently with suga
sure he was your go to friend for any of your troubles and youâve shared secrets with him that it almost felt like he was more of a best friend
but your heart always skipped a beat around him
he was always welcome to physical affection
When the team has movie nights, they would invite their unofficial member, you
during movies, suga would hold your hand or hug your waist loosely while you slept on his chest
which always made your heart flutter and you couldnât even focus on the movie infront of you
but youâve always known that Suga never felt the same that you did
Heâd always tell you about a girl from this other class
She was pretty, smart, mature, reliable, kind
he would say
youâve always kept quiet about your feelings, even giving him advice when he consulted you about confessing to her
One morning, suga came up to you. âI finally asked her outâ he smiled brightly
your smile dropped and your heart raced
weâre you hearing him correctly
yes, youâve always known that one day he was going to find someone
even her
but you just
didnât expect it
âShe said yes, Y E S y/n. God iâm so happyâ suga exclaimed
his smile was the only thing that kept you from breaking down in class
âiâm happy for you Suga, last longâ that was the last sentence you said to him
itâs been a few weeks, close to a month now
you knew avoiding him was...immature
but listening to him ramble about her, was gut wrenching
you saw them a few times, walking down the hallway, in her classroom
Suga tried reaching out to you but never did you meet his eyes once in the past few weeks
but recently your phone has been buzzing more than ever
itâs been irritating you and youâve hardly touched it after suga started dating her
you sighed once more as another notification was sent in, telling you that you missed someoneâs call and that they left you a voice mail
you opened up your phone and your eyes widened at all the messages from Suga
you played his most recent recording
âHey y/n i know we arenât exactly talking now...well s-she wasnât exactly honest. I guess to her using me to make her ex jealous was such a great idea. I-iâm sorry that iâm the reason we havenât been talking much. Ah, i-i also heard from someone about yourâyour feelings for me and i know this isnât the best way to tell you, but iâve been thinking a lot about it. I missed you these past few weeks. A lot. more than you can ever imagine. I missed your smile, your rambles about the lasted mangas youâve been reading about, your homemade bentos you shared with me, your laugh, everything. You know what this wasnât a good ideaâi bet you wonât even talk to me after this. Iâm sorry for not seeing it before, that the girl i really liked. Was youâ
Your eyes widened as your phone slipped from your hand
his voice was shaky and it was obvious that he had been crying but, his message was still clear as day
You ran, all the way to his house
âC-come outâ you panted into the call
âY/nây/n? wha?â suga said as you heard shuffling in the background
he quickly exited, and met with you
Your hair was messy, you were sweating in your hoodie and pajamas pants but you were still gorgeous, how he had never looked at you clearly before he would never understand
Suga immediately wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your shoulder
âI-in your voicemail, is it really true, do you really like me?â you asked him softly, your eyes welling up with tears
Suga looked up from your shoulder and and hugged your cheeks with his palms
âI know, i know it hasnât been long since i dated her. But please give me a chance, please wait a little longerâ he pleaded
You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close
âI willâ you whispered
âKiyoko-senpai, youâre so gorgeous as usualâ Nishinoya exclaimed along with Tanaka, both following her around like a puppy
You bit your lip, looking down at your sketchbook instead to distract yourself from the pain
Harbouring feelings for the second year libero hasnât been easy
Constantly hearing him compliment other girls, comparing yourself, new insecurities
you didnât understand why you liked him to be very honest
but you were also lying to yourself
His energy, his comfortable vibe, his smile and his eyes made you fall head over heels with Nishinoya
âY/n-chan, whatâre you drawing today?â he shouted, coming up to you
âiâm not sure yet Noya-kunâ The two of you were best friends since you two were young
He defended you against middle school bullies and the two of you have been inseparable ever since
You realised your feelings for him after coming into High school
which was when his crush for your senpai began
You had nothing against Kiyoko-senpai, she actually gave you some advice and helped you several times with your homework
but, it wasnât nice hearing him compliment her, as selfish as it sounded, you wanted on of his compliments to be directed to you
After training, You and Nishinoya walked back home together since the two of you lived near each other
âYuu?â you asked him as he hummed in reply
Your heart pounded, âc-can i tell you somethingâ
it was now or never you thought.
He nodded and focused on what you were going to say, âI liked you since we entered high schoolâ
Nishinoyaâs eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks
you looked down, twiddling with your fingers
âi know you like Kiyoko-senpai, but it was something i just had to tell you because i didnât want to risk our friendship.â you flashed a fake smile to him
âdonât worry, i never expected you to return my feelings. this wonât change anything, i promise. So, you can still continue to like senpaiâ you mumbled, feeling the tears pooling at your eyes
The whole time, Nishinoya didnât say anything
his mouth was agape but he just couldnât find the right words
you sighed, and walked away not before saying, âHave a nice holiday noya-kunâ flashing him a fake smile
he could see your tears and he noticed your smile that was different
Nishinoya stood there, thinking about what you just said.
he closed his eyes and the memory of your tear stained face filled him with guilt
he knew he couldnât return your feelings but, why did he feel so sad when you said ânothing is going to changeâ
The break wasnât very, enjoyable
you worked different part time jobs while Nishinoya attended trainings
the amount of times he let the ball from the opposite team his the ground was uncountable
he could barely focus and he just stared as the ball hit the ground for the tenth time
everyone groaned, noticing how their libero wasnât paying attention
he had even stopped giving out compliments to the beautiful manager during that time
the only thing on his mind was you
training ended early that day, as they wrapped up and Nishinoya apologised for not doing well
you blew out a breath of smoke as you stared at the christmas tree infront of you
It was huge and reminded you of the joyous occasion that was arriving
Usually, you and Nishinoya would be playing at the park, having snowball fights, making angels and snowmans, and falling sick together later on
You havenât spoken to him since that day, because of your busy schedule and his trainings
You hid your hands in your pocket, noticing how cold it was
âY/nâ a familiar voice called out to you
You turned around to widen your eyes at the sight of Nishinoya slightly panting and in his training clothes
âN-noya? Whatâre you doing here, arenât you cold?â he shook his head
taking out his gloves and reaching for your hand
âYou always forget your gloves donât you, ever since middle schoolâ he slightly laughed at the memories
âi donât like them, they arenât comfyâ you pouted and looked away
Nishinoya held your hands, âY/nâ you looked back at him
âit hasnât been the same. Now everyday has been boring, distracting because i keep thinking about you.â he said
âi know iâve always expressed my âloveâ for Kiyoko-senpai, but the person that i really love is youâ your eyes widen yet again. You shook your head
âNo Noya, sheâs perfect, good grades, the best looks, reliable, mature, kind? Why would you like me when you have herâ you said sadly
âKind, loyal, fierce, immature, stubborn, adorable, caring, beautiful, intelligentâ he began listing
âY/n, i love you and not because youâre perfect, you have qualities that make you, you. Qualities that i love about you. Most importantly, youâre you. The girl i had a crush on since middle school, since you offered me that star wars bandage after i defended you. Iâm sorry for not realising it sooner, but please, let me make it up to youâ Nishinoya said
his showed his desperation and his voice expressed his love for you
âof course, and i love you too yuuâ
You were always by his side
youâd greet him good morning at the lockers and even sent him home
Tsukishima hated it
he found you annoying
like a leech he canât get rid of no matter what
you didnât know how exactly did you fall deeply for the cold beanpole but you certainly liked him a lot
from his honey blonde hair, his taste in music, his intelligence, sassy comments and precious rare smiles
youâve always tried to get him to notice you, making him bentos, reaching school early to greet him and even following him home after his trainings
one day
âTsukki, i like you, would you please go out with me?â you confessed to him. Your blush could not get any redder as you bowed
Tsukishima scoffed
âwith you? seriously?â your hopes fell as you stood up but looked away
âi would rather date the king rather than you. Youâre annoying and if i could get rid of you, i wouldâve done it earlierâ he spit out
each word stabbing you deep in the heart
he turned around and left
you glanced at the macarons you made for him and the letter that you had written
they were all dinosaur themed, hoping to gain more of his attention
You were crying by then
he really thought you were nothing but someone annoying
From that day on, you hardly spoke to him
Everyday tsukishima would turn up expecting to see your face again, but you were no where to be found
in the beginning, he was satisfied, realising he was able to chase you away. But slowly, he realised how disappointed he felt when he didnât hear you greeting him and the sight of your adorable smile adorning your face
he realised he finally chased you away
now he walks home alone, whenever he turns around unconsciously you werenât there, he could only feel your presence in his memories
âTsukki wait for me!â
âGood morning Tsukki, i made you some cookies todayâ
Tsukishima sighed as he packed up his books, he was too lazy to buy his food at the cafeteria and you didnât prepare anything for him so he could only starve till school was over
âTsukki i heard some boy asked Y/n outâ this gained Tsukishimaâs attention as Yamaguchi returned from the vending machine with drinks
âi was buying the drinks when i overheard themâ yamaguchi said
tsukishima didnât do anything except for opening his drink
âtsukki you should talk to Y/nâ yamaguchi advised. âShe hasnât been herself lately and the whole class feels it tooâ
Tsukishima took a sip of his drink
âTsukki, are you okay with some other guy taking care of her?â Yamaguchi questioned him
that was what made tsukishima put down his drink
jealousy was all he felt
he didnât like the thought of someone else making you smile, making you laugh. What if you left forever? for another guy?
Tsukishima immediately left to find you and dragged you away from the guy
âwhat are yo-?â you exclaimed as tsukishima slammed you against the lockers and placing his hand next to the locker beside you
âi take it backâ he said
You were confused, âi missed you, i realised my true feelings when i didnât have you. I need you, please give me a chance. i like you Y/nâ he says
you smiled as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him
âOne chanceâ
#haikyuu#hq#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#hq x reader fluff#sugawara x reader#suga x reader#koushi x reader#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x reader angst#hw angst to fluff!au#tsukishima angst#nishinoya angst#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya fluff#sugawara angst#âïž
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Streamer!Scaramouche AU
i feel like heâd be one of the biggest streamers on his platform- probably one of those that everyone has heard of even if theyâre not into watching livestreams and all
but between those who do know who he is, they either love him or hate him. no in-between
itâs kind of understandable because his attitude is not suited/can be handled by anyone
heâs brutally honest even when his opinion may be seen as rude (to him heâs just saying the truth so he doesnât mind if people get offended)
of course he doesnât try to be rude on purpose but i mean it as in heâll say what he thinks
imagine heâs playing a game and he doesnât like a certain mechanic, or he isnât enjoying the story;
he wonât say the game is bad but heâll openly say he doesnât like it/itâs not for him. it makes him seem strict but tbh heâs not that hard to please and even when he complains about one or two things he still enjoys the game
he usually gives every game a chance even when from what heâs seen it doesnât sound like a game heâll like. if he turns out to be right he just wonât play it again and if heâs wrong heâs a little too prideful to admit he spoke a little too fast but in the end he will admit the game is good or heâs having fun
probably the kind that just knows so much about all games and all the creators and all the game-making engines and is up to date with every single news of everything video-game + streaming-related,,, how does he do it, i donât know,,,,
and also since heâs so popular he probably gets packages from game developers with limited edition stuff or merch from different games soooo often
and he placed the ones from his favorite games in his setup room and it looks INCREDIBLE he has so much stuff
he did a room tour stream once talking about all he has, where he got everything, from his monitor to every complement of his computer and like,,,,, the cost of his setup,,,,,,, some people already know theyâll never be able to afford that in their entire life
and he already had a great setup before he even became big as a streamer so people can already guess heâs fairly richÂ
also i feel like he would have started his career as a streamer without using a facecam and even like that, he already managed to get very popular because of his professional commentary of game dynamics/playability + you can tell that heâs passionate about this and also heâs very funny without even trying??
he says some stuff so casually that he doesnât realise how funny it is
probs showed his face after he hit a very important milestone
he never considered showing his face that important but he understood why people would want to see his reactions when playing games (even tho he warned them heâs not the most expressive/dramatique person in the world and they know by now) and would want to put a face to the person who entertains them so much with his streams
and when he does show his face people go absolutely cRAZY BECAUSE he is crazy good looking (if you donât think heâs good looking iâm sorry for your eyesight. jk iâm sorry in general i just really love him)
some people who didnât watch his streams will even check them out because of that but literally if you come for the visuals only you wonât stay for long because as i said not anyone can handle his personality
if he sees people being superficial about him too much instead of paying attention to whatâs happening in the stream, he will immediately turn the subs mode on in the chat (if he didnât have it on already)
being rude, being disrespectful/saying discriminating stuff or anything of that sort wonât be tolerated and anyone who does it will be banned instantly
without even interrupting what he was saying before he saw the comment, heâll just type the ban to whoever said that and go on
and his mods do the exact same. they are just as strict as him
if it ever got too much of course he wouldnât be afraid to speak up about it and tell his chat to stop that behaviour or else, as they should already know, he wonât be afraid of banning them even if theyâve been subscribed for months or years
ANYWAYS
why do i feel like he has a super organised chatâ as in instead of spamming 5 emotes per comment they all send just one and it looks so tidy and perfect
literally other streamers would be jealous of how not-messy his chat is even when he has thousands and thousands and thousands of viewers all the time
also i have this idea that maybe any of his fans would have designed him as a genshin character (which would be the design of the scaramouche we know (?))
and the little pop-ups (i donât know the name in english rIP) thingies that show up to notify when someone subscribed or donated would be lil chibi art of that design
itâd be really cool
and since i also doodled what a stream of his could look like (iâll show it in the future when iâm done!!) i thought that way itâd be more recognisable that the streamer is scaramouche
99% of the people who have seen him irl found him too intimidating to go ask him for a picture or tell him anything
heâs not a huge fan of taking pictures anyway + is more on the introverted/reserved side but he wouldnât mind if someone went up to him (if heâs not busy with something) to tell him something or say they enjoy his streams
i feel like in a couple occasions he would have played a game with some subscribers and heâd like to tease them speaking with his usual tone and face (in case theyâre watching the stream as they talk) so they think heâs serious
âdid you watch my 12 hour stream the other day?â -scaramouche
âah,,,, i-â -the sub
âthink well of what youâre going to answer.â -scaramouche
âi-i couldnât watch the whole thing,,,â -the sub
âah, is that soâŠ?â -scaramoucheÂ
heâll pretend to sound disappointed but at one point he just canât help but smirk and hold in a chuckle before telling them heâs not serious
(he literally doesnât know how the hell he survived that stream himself because he isnât one to stream for that long)
i feel like deep inside people who know him would know he wouldnât say such things seriously/wouldnât be disappointed in anyone for not watching every single minute of his streams or not even all his streams
but he says all that so seriously that itâs,,, intimidating and theyâre lowkey like âgod but what if heâs not joking-â
heâd play games with the other streamers sometimes but i feel like most of the type heâd play more single-player games
itâd be so funny if he plays among us with others and for example one of those others itâs childe
both of them would always be suspecting of the other first/bickering, especially scaramouche
and if one game turns out theyâre both the impostors⊠people would know right away
like, if any of them tried to defend the other, everyone else would be like â!?! what is this? scaramouche and childe defending each other? scaryâ
theyâd vote one of them (maybe scaramouche) out because they started guessing + saying proof of how both of them could be the impostors (but the biggest proof is them not coming for each otherâs throats sNKJFNGKJS)
scaramouche would have to resist the urge to S C R E A M
needless to say he doesnât like when he has to be impostor with childe
and unfortunately for him, fate makes it happen considerably often
i feel like at least one time scaramouche would kill next to childe and then report it and literally blame childe
and childe would be like ?!?!?!?!?? WHAT- NO- (struggles bc his brain instinct is to say âit was you!â but theyâre both the impostors??? how-)
and then theyâd eject childe,,, and then people wouldnât suspect of scaramouche for most of the game because ? why would he- blame his partner---
well he did it with no regrets and at the end when they all found out they found it very funny (except for childe, but even he ended up laughing in the end because what a mean strategy sjkfhdsgkj)
i have this feeling that even though they bicker so much and for any strangers itâd seem like they hate each other, when scaramouche does play online games, many times itâd be with childe?
ik they arenât supposed to get along but for the sake of it being a modern au i donât want bad vibes between any of the characters pls-
and everyone enjoys their dynamic and those streams always get a ton of viewers sjfhdsgkj and iâm sure both their chats would be good friends (most likely oneâs fans would also be a fan of the other too)
very very very rarely (because he prefers just playing and talking while playing) heâd do streams where he doesnât play anything but just talks with the chat, watches videos that they send him, looks at the fanart they make, just talks about games,,,,
itâd be super chill and the perfect streams for people to be doing homework/work/play games/draw or do basically anything while they listen to his stream in the background
heâd also be answering some of peopleâs questions about him or about his favorite games, or if heâs playing this new game that came out earlier this week,,,
âwill you play âit takes twoâ with childe?â -someone in the chat
âabsolutely not. i wonât play a co-op game with himâ
not even 5 days later, tweet from childe saying âstreaming in 30 minutes! Scaramouche and I will be playing It Takes Two on my ch---â
anyways this will be all!! (for now?) i obviously knew genshin before this but, yesterday i could finally start playing it myself! so i feel like if not now, soon i will also write headcanons of him playing genshin! i donât take requests but if you guys have any ideas or anything you want to say about this AU, send me an ask!! iâd love to talk about this and about genshin in general!
also, i was very inspired to write this by @baeshijimaâ ! so thank you very much to her for her wonderful streamer AUs and if anyone reading this hasnât read hers already, go check them out!! theyâre amazing!!
#genshin impact#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact scaramouche#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche headcanons#scaramouche scenarios
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randomly falling asleep with hq!! characters đ€
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thank you anon for this cute request!
characters: ushijima, tsukishima & yachiÂ
content warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assaultÂ
thank you to anon for this cute request
wakatoshi ushijima
⥠he shows affection in his own...special way đ
⥠by that, i mean that if you fall asleep while sitting next to him and he thinks you look cute, heâll just stare (â__â)
⥠like deadass if he was anyone else, itâd be creepy as hell but heâs your bf so-
⥠he stares bc not only do you look precious, but he doesnât want to touch you as heâs afraid that he might wake you up
⥠though, if youâre in public (like sitting next to him on the train) he might gently put his arm around your shoulders to make sure that onlookers know that youâre safe with him
⥠also, it only takes one time for him to catch on to your habit of disappearing and falling asleep in the most unconventional places and istg he is the BEST at guessing where you are - itâs a gift
⥠like heâll arrive home and if youâre not there to immediately greet him with kisses, heâll take a moment - let him boyfriend senses take over and walk him over to whatever room is giving him âš(y/n) vibesâš, open the door and there is a 99% chance you are in that room sleepingÂ
⥠and he probably got it right first guess (which is a pretty big deal considering yâalls house resembles a sims fkn mansion made with motherload money)
⥠heâll open the door to the storage cupboard to find you sleeping with the mr muscle spray and itâs such a shame bc he was going to be a clown and make a âwhy are you cheating on me?â joke but you were in REM sleep đ
⥠or heâll walk in to the conservatory and see you laying in the fetal position on the floor and that is the ONLY time he interferes with your sleep bc he doesnât want you to fuck up your back đ„ș
⥠like he has an obsession with your posture - like if you are slouched he will tell you to stand up straight or if you are sitting hunched in a chair, heâll creep up behind you to start massaging your shoulders while fixing your postureÂ
⥠not to be rude though- just bc he cares
⥠also, he never questions how you end up falling asleep in the most random of places, he just goes with itÂ
â„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„
ushijima sighed as he hung up his jacket, realising that this was one of those days were you wonât come scurrying to the front door to greet him with kisses and instead he had to hunt through in search of you. although, it wasnât much of a hunt considering his gut instinct said youâd be in the study room and there you were, cuddled up by the bookshelf.Â
however, your back was hunched over in way that didnât look to comfortable so ushijima thought it was his duty to transport you to somewhere that there was a lot more appropriate and fit for sleeping.
so he gently slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees to slowly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. is efforts may have been in vain though as he noticed one of your lids flutter open out of the corner of his eye, âgood afternoon, sweetheart.â he hummed, steadily shifting his hand from your back to the back of your head to tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb as you cuddled into his chest. âare you awake?â
âNo.â you groaned.
âShame, I was going to suggest going out for walk on the beach--â
âIâm awake! Letâs go!âÂ
kei tsukishimaÂ
⥠he probably calls you lazy but heâs really just jealous of how well you can sleep
⥠coz he just lays in bed till 4AM staring at the ceilingÂ
⥠i imagine that if you were to fall asleep next to him in a crowded, bustling place - like on a train - heâd take off his headphones and clasp them over your ears so the loud announcements donât wake you up Â
⥠he doesnât fall asleep on transport btw (not even planes) so donât worry about missing your stopÂ
⥠though heâs not usually a fan of PDA, heâll hold your hand without a second thought to lead you out the train when youâre still recovery from the post-sleep haze because of course he doesnât want to lose you in the crowds of people or anything
⥠and if you have a cute lil sleepy face then he might take a picture but heâd probably edit the picture with snapchat or something and draw like a moustache on you, put a sarcastic caption or something then send it to youÂ
⥠(but heâd save an unedited version of the pic bc youâre adorable-)
⥠like tsukki leaves you on delivered most of the time on snapchat bc he believes if you have something important to say, youâll just message him normally but the rare occasion you do get a snap from him, donât get your hopes up bc there is a 99% itâs just something like a picture of you with a drawn on crown and the caption âsleeping beauty đâÂ
âĄÂ âso you think iâm a beauty đ„șâ
⥠then he leaves you on read
⥠he will not carry you under any circumstances in public btw
⥠and at home, if you were to fall asleep on the couch next to him while yâall were watching a movie, thereâs a 50/50 thatâd he carry you to bedÂ
⥠but if he doesnât take you to bed, heâll set down a pillow for you on the couch and shift you around so you were laying in a more comfortable position, then drape a blanket over youÂ
⥠in regards to when he comes back from work, youâre usually already asleep in bed - but there is one time that you were not in the bedroom, and he still teases you for it until this dayÂ
â„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„
most of the time, youâre sound asleep in bed by the time gets home but tonight you werenât - in fact, you were no where to be seen. he had searched everywhere, called your phone multiple time and he looked at your schedule, but it appeared as though you were supposed to home right now - so hours, he was sitting fretfully on the couch, contemplating calling the police.
however, all his distressed pacing really worked up an appetite so he poked his head into the pantry to grab a snack but his soul almost left his body when he noticed you laying on the floor, fast asleep, with the cat curled up in your arms. who he didnât even noticed was missing lol
usually, he wouldnât even think of waking you up but the rage and shock that shot through his body resulted in him barking out, âwhat the fuck?! what are you doing here?! iâve been looking all over this damn house for you and--â
he was cut off by the cat springing out of your arms from the surprising sharpness of his voice and scurrying off, leaving you confused on the floor on the pantry, half asleep, wondering how you got here and why tsukishima was yelling at you? âhm? whatâs wrong, sweetie?â you hummed, rubbing your eyes while tilting your head up to look at his tall, slender figure looming over you in the doorway.
as much as tsukishima wanted to stay mad at you, upon noticing how cute your bedhead was along with how soft your voice was, he quickly realised that there was no way he could continue yelling you. so instead, he scoffed and slowly kneeled down to sit next to you on the floor, looking at you with kind yet concerned eyes as he inquired, âwhy were you sleeping in the pantry?â
it took you a moment to try and remember but once you did, you blurted out, âoh, berry was having trouble sleeping.â yes your cat is called berry. donât question it. her full name is strawberry tsukishima shortcake. âso i cuddled with her in her favourite sleeping spot and she slept like a baby. but i guess i did too.â yo chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.Â
tsukishima mentally cursed you out as he was expecting a silly explanation but shit thatâs cute. why does he lowkey want to join yâall next time?
hitoka yachi
⥠gsrbtrhryh she gets so flustered and nervous when you fall asleep with her
⥠and she always does tbh bc she has no idea what to doÂ
⥠like she thinks you look so precious and angelic so she really wants to take a picture and - if she thinks youâd be okay with it - she clicks a photo and probably sets it as her background or posts it on her private story
⥠she is just so head over heels for you tbh that everything you do just astounds herÂ
⥠she just stares at you like â_â for half an hour bc you are so beautiful then something inside her just prompts her to lean in and just *mwah* and at first she is quite satisfied bc she has expressed her affectionÂ
⥠but then a few seconds later her soul just leaves her body and guilt just washes over herÂ
⥠ âOMG I JUST ASSULTED MY OWN S/Oâ
⥠she feels horribleÂ
⥠this close đ to calling the police on herself
⥠when you wake up, prepare to be bombarded with her apologiesÂ
⥠once you reassure that itâd fine bc it was just a lil peck on the cheek and she is your girlfriend after all, it brings her the slightest peace of mind
⥠so you peck her cheek while she is asleep to call it evens and that basically fixes itÂ
⥠but anyway, she is so careful around you when you sleep - like she will literally do the most just to ensure that she doesnât interrupt your REM sleep
⥠however, that can lead to extremely sticky situations - like the first time you ever fell asleep around herÂ
â„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„ăâĄăâ„
You were on the 5th movie of your barbie movie marathon when she looked over and noticed you had fallen asleep half way through, so she immediately paused it so the noise wouldnât wake you up. This was the first time she had ever seen you sleep and she felt somewhat flattered that you felt safe enough around her to be vulnerable - even though, yachi never really considered herself to be a rather daunting or intimidating person.
she couldnât help but just sit and admire you for a few minutes before realising that she should probably transport you to somewhere more comfortable as you were currently sitting next to her on the pink beanbag in her room. and although it was kinda comfy, the preferable alternative - her bed - was only a few feet away.
so she knew what she had to do.
she hopped to her feet and before she did anything too hasty, she stretched to ensure that she wouldnât pull a muscle while doing what she was about to try. she inhaled deeply before crouching down - instead of bending over as she remembered what coach ukai had told her, âlift with your legs!â - then snaking her arms under your torso and knees.
then, she sprung back up and immediately rushed over to the bed as even though you werenât too heavy, she was afraid that if she held you for too long, youâd wake up. so once she reach the foot of her bed, she tossed you on so your neck was being supported by her soft pillow and yanked her duvet over you.Â
she gazed lovingly down at your cozy figure laying on her bed and she couldnât help but smile.
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#BatsInQuarantine
I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.
The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.
Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched.Â
However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gothamâs Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire.Â
So. Quarantine it is.Â
But how are his kids handling it?
Dick -Â
100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.
He lasted 2 days.Â
Then he started to get twitchy.Â
And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.
He bounces off the walls.
Literally.
âI have to climb.âÂ
âDick, no.â Â
âI have to climb everything.â
Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house thatâs been bolted down and especially anything that hasnât.Â
Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass.Â
Desperate for news of the outside.Â
He thrives off of it like a starving man.Â
Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (âSorry, babe, kissing spreads germsâ) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after.Â
The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)
Jason -Â
Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, heâd be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.
But heâs nothing if not an opportunist.Â
The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:
Self Improvement
Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)
Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)
And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now heâs got the free time to do it.
So he settles on baking.Â
Alfredâs got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because heâs a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because heâs a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)
Uses recipes he finds off Google.
His first few attempts are, in a word, âtragicâ.
Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results.Â
Turns out heâs pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it.Â
Hope everyoneâs okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up.Â
Cause thatâs gonna be the only food left by the time heâs done.Â
Barbara -Â
Self-quarantined with her dad.Â
Theyâve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.
Itâs a fun time, but sheâs started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive.Â
Calls the manor to video-chat every day.
For her sanity just as much as theirs.Â
Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyoneâs submissions so they can all watch and laugh together.Â
Bonus points for Creativity
One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles.Â
Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony.Â
Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruceâs Shrieking.
Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window.Â
She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.
Theyâve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background.Â
She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute.Â
Almost like heâs giving her a hug through the screen.Â
(Itâs easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)
Tim -
Oh this boy.
Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided âhey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.âÂ
Now heâs just vibing.
The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.
He Has No Spleen, you see.
Steph: âSomeone could cough on him and he could die!â
He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like thereâs no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.
Meanwhile thereâs always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe.Â
Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)
Jason still full-body tackled him the second Timâs back was turned.Â
No one with any symptoms--
Like, any symptoms. They donât even have to be Corona-related.
--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim.Â
Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being.Â
(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesnât really count)
Heâs been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out.Â
But it doesnât matter how many times he steals Damianâs sword, or sets fire to Jasonâs brownie bites.
Nobody wants to risk it.Â
Cass -Â
No one has seen her since quarantine started.
Everyone is approximately 87% sure sheâs somewhere in the manor though
Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.
Or at least someone does, at any rate.Â
(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)
Santa was Stephâs suggestion. For some reason it snowballed.Â
Itâs assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of âsocial distancingâ and took it too far.Â
But no one knows for sure.Â
She is Timâs Guardian Angel.Â
People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later.Â
Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic.Â
Either that, or thereâs another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.
She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblingsâ day.Â
Things like âhelo i love uâ and âhop u ar okâ mostly.Â
She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost.Â
Steph -Â
Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first.Â
(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, sheâs Trapped.)
Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.
She is impossible to pin down.Â
Not like Cass or Damian, whoâve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable.Â
No. Sheâs impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving.Â
Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Timâs used chopsticks.Â
Braided everyoneâs hair while they were asleep.
Even Bruceâs.Â
She tried to do Timâs, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic.Â
When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. Heâs had to resort to finding a new hiding place.Â
Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, sheâll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long itâs been since sheâs knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.
Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.
Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.
Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.
Stephanie Brown is not that way.
Damian -Â
Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.
At least not inside the house.Â
He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine.Â
Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he canât escape the grounds.Â
(Heâs tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)
(Jason is winning.)
He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion.Â
The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time.Â
No oneâs entirely sure what those ways are.Â
In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time.Â
Only that he is Out There.Â
And heâs the best security system Wayne Manorâs ever had.Â
So far, heâs stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.
They were trying to break in and steal supplies.Â
(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)
Heâs also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.
Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat.Â
Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts.Â
Duke -Â
Did not leave the attic for two weeks.Â
Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement.Â
Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement.Â
This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayneâs basement.Â
Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:
i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jasonâs latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.
Duke also snagged the Manorâs Alexa.Â
She has become a sort of âWilsonâ to Dukeâs âChuck Nolandâ.
She is his only comfort. His only ally.Â
Heâs determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others.Â
Duke has seen these people under pressure.Â
He knows exactly what heâs dealing with.Â
Duke:Â âAlexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.â
*offended butler noises from the other room*
Duke:Â âAnd also Alfred.â
#batfam#dc#batfamily#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#barbara gordon#oracle#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#stephanie brown#spoiler#cassandra cain#batgirl#duke thomas#signal#damian wayne#robin#alfred pennyworth#comment your fav#or don't#maybe ill do one for the arrow fam#idk#im beginning to Lose It guys#quarantinelife#batsinquarantine
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a âšdrunk and clingy ianâš one-shot
okay so we all know that saint patrickâs day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)
hope yâall enjoy<3
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Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the backgroundâ but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.
Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brainâ there was no way heâd couldâve forgotten Frannyâs birthday, that was in the summerâand he was pretty sure that Liamâs birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.
âIs it someoneâs fuckinâ birthday or something?â
Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today wasâ but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the roomâs decor and let out a laugh.
âDebbie, isnât this kind of going overboard?â
Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.
âWhat? If itâs our last Saint Patrickâs Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,â she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Frannyâs drawing.
Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.
âIâm sorry, fucking Saint Patrickâs Day?â
Ianâs lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. âYeah, Mick, Saint Patrickâs Dayâ also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I canât believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.â
At first Mickey couldnât tell if Ian was actually being seriousâ but in the same second he decided that it didnât really matter, since Ianâs eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrickâs Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.
And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldnât let him off that easily. âThereâs no way Iâm celebrating Saint Patrickâs Day. Itâs a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hoppingâIâm not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.â
Ianâs grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. âHey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.â
Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.
âThe fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?â
Ian put a hand on Mickeyâs upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. âI think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Todayâs practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and Iâm assuming Debbieâs also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.â
âHell yeah I am!â Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.
Mickey raised his eyebrows. âI knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.â
âOh, come on. You donât have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?â
Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had âholidays,â in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.
But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for funâwhich yes, was probably fueled by Frankâs alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickeyâs insides that he didnât quite know how to place.
And Mickey didnât know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. âNah, man. Milkoviches donât really do⊠holidays.â
Ian snaked a hand around Mickeyâs back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.
âWell, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because weâre about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.â
Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ianâs touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ianâs chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okayâ as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you couldâŠ
Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.
Ianâs face lit up when she stopped in front of them. âHey Franny! Happy Saint Patrickâs Day!â
Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.
âMommy said I should give these to you when you came home!â
Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Frannyâs outstretched hands. âThanks, kiddo.â
And if all celebrating Saint Patrickâs Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoonâwell, Mickey wasnât going to complain about that.
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Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely heâd underestimated Debbieâs enthusiasmâ after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where theyâd met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole âSaint Patrickâs Dayâ situation as Mickey did.
Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.
All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the roomâDebbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasnât too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatterâ Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.
Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuckâs sakeâ but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in yearsâwhich partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickeyâs bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long timeâ Ian deserved to have some fun.
And he definitely, definitely was having funâ casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyesâ from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasnât really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the barâ which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickeyâs waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.
Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyesâ when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickeyâs face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.
âAre you having fun?â Ianâs right hand traced up Mickeyâs side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.
Mickey raised his eyebrows. âYou and your leprechaun family donât mess around, Gallagher.â
Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickeyâs cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.
âDâyou wanna dance with me?â
Ianâs hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickeyâs hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an armâs distance apart.
Mickey shrugged noncommittally. âIâll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.â
Ian registered Mickeyâs words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.
âStop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!â
Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of âSaint Patrickâs Day funâ they were allowed to partake in next yearâ but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.
Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowdâ and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickeyâs left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickeyâs neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ianâs waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.
âMâtired.â Mickey could feel Ianâs hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ianâs eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.
Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they wereâbut it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt goodâ Mickey let the solid weight of his husbandâs body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibiâs sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ianâs forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickeyâs neck.
He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solidâ as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading waterâlike he was fighting to stay afloat while everyoneâs eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickeyâs mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him upâ but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.
But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickeyâs neckâ so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ianâs t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickeyâs hand was holding Ian up by his waist.
Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touchâ and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickeyâs neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ianâs torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.
Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickeyâs neck. âYou smell good.â
Mickeyâs heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usualâand Ian couldnât fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.
Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickeyâs shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickeyâs jawâand Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.
And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickeyâs other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.
âHey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.â
Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickeyâs neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickeyâs chest.
âGo away, Lip.â Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickeyâs shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickeyâs neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ianâs back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.
Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. âSeems like Ianâs done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.â
Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. âDebbie made sure of that.â
Lip raised his eyebrows. âDamn. Guess weâd better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesnât also have the Frank gene.â
Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didnât know what else to say. Ianâs head shifted slightly on his shoulderâ and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.
Lip noticed Ianâs movement on Mickeyâs shoulder and smirked. âIâve gotta say, Iâve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guysâno offense, Mickâ he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys arenât usually too into the PDA department.â
Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ianâs head was hanging. Lip was rightâhe and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.
Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. âItâs good. Heâs definitely not this⊠comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.â
It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lipâs full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten marriedâbut that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.
Lipâs eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.
âCatch up with you later, Mick.â Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ianâs hair. âMake sure this one doesnât hate himself too much tomorrow morning.â
Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steadyâMickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ianâs head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.
Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickeyâs gaze.
âAlright, letâs get you home, carrottop.â
#did i read this before posting it???? nope#this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain#also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week#drunk happy husbands only !!!!#đ
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I wanna hear what you have to say about Clint! Iâve always been p neutral towards him since heâs not an NPC I interact with often anymore and I donât really have any strong feelings about his characterization, so hearing someone who appreciates him would be cool (esp since it seems like 90% of the fandom really hates him lol)
i think the best way to go about this for me is to counter the common arguments i see against clint? so thatâs what iâll do
my big long explanations below the cut
1. Clint is a ânice guyâ
clint makes misguided comments in his first heart event, yeah. but this isnât a prolonged trend for him. clint does not remark that he feels owed anything. clint does not remark that emily is a bitch or anything for not returning his feelings. if anything clint just yearns at his seat at the saloon until happenstance puts him and emily in the same conversation. i donât really think heâs ever forward or creepy towards her, not canonically. at festivals when he talks to the player about her itâs him confiding in the player. is it weird? yes, of course itâs weird. but heâs not a bad person for it, heâs just painfully awkward
2. Clint is ugly
is he ugly? is he really? are you just letting your preconceived dislike of him influence how you think he looks? is it because heâs one of like 4 fat characters in this game? like maybe thatâs a little harsh but what with how many people i see slim down and buff up everyone in the valley when they draw them, even characters that have clearly rounded faces and figures in their sprites, even characters that remark about their own weight like shane, i do think iâm justified in wondering if the fact that clint doesnât fit the box of slim fit hansome young bachelor has anything to do with why people say heâs ugly.
3. Clint is stalking Emily
i think this stems from a misinterpretation of the heart event where he asks emily out on a date. hes not hiding in the bush because he wants to watch her in secret. heâs hiding in the bush because he chickened out when he was on her doorstep. he even says he just wants to leave. he wasnât hiding there with a pair of binoculars or anything, when the player shows up itâs not long after he fled to hide.
4. Clint doesnât deserve Emily
i see people who hate clint say this often and like⊠yes? did you read the note in his room where he admits he has no chance with her? like this is a matter of opinion ultimately but itâs another thing that gives me the impression people who say these things about clint never actually take the time to get to know him before they judge
5. Clint still hits on Emily after you marry her
this one i agree sucks but honestly i chalk it up to how heâs programmed. i do not think it was concernedapeâs intention to make him hit on your wife. also itâs not like crushes magically go away after your crush starts dating someone else. again, i agree this is definitely uncomfortable but without an update to the game or a mod thereâs no way around it
6. Emily hates Clint
i see this one in headcanons a lot and itâs just so absolutely baseless itâs clear people who hate clint are just trying to justify themselves doing so. emily never says anything bad about clint. emily seems to want to go to grampleton with him, even just as friends. i mean theyâre listed as friends on the stardew wiki. i donât know what else to say. these characters have absolutely no ill will between them canonically
Conclusion
so like. hereâs what i think is happening.
first, people take a liking to emily. they do all emilyâs heart events first. emilyâs eight heart event makes them not like clint, and i mean of course it does, even i can admit he soured that heart event with emily. and then i think since that makes people not like clint, they go into all of his heart events already not liking him, and this leads them to misinterpret everything he does, and in turn understand him to be some antagonistic chatacter.
but heâs not. clint is really just like any other mediocre dude in this game. hell, i think shane is a WAY more unlikable character than clint is and yet i see shane fans shitting on clint like heâs worse! i seriously donât understand it. donât get me wrong, shane is one of my favorite bachelors, but if you ADORE shane and DESPISE clint it really makes me wonder what the difference there is.
if anyone reads this and take personal offense to it i apologize that i made you feel that way but in the end stardew valley is a game you are welcome to consume however you like. donât like clint? donât talk to him, then. i do not think less of you for doing so. but when i see people in the tag being like âomg thereâs so little content of (very popular bachelor/bachelorette)â i die a little inside because thereâs basically only three types of clint fan content. fic/art where heâs a background/side character, fic/art where heâs portrayed as a slob/asshole/nice guy/pig/idiot, or on rare occasions, fic/art where heâs shipped with emily. and i do not want to see literally any of that.
there is like 1 good clint fanartist on tumblr but i donât wanna name drop in this post cuz i donât wanna draw negative attention to them but i can recommend them elsewhere.
anyways thatâs my defense of clint. make of it what you will
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Demon MC with Human Obey Me Brothers Reverse AU
Okay but what if the brothers were all ânormalâ humans who ended up summoning a demon, who is MC.
Iâm in love with this idea. Lowkey might write a fic about this jk...unless? Leviâs was surprisingly the most fun to write. Also I guess tw for normal demon things??? Nothing too graphic tho
Part 2
Lucifer
As a human he was a high ranking businessman. While still a formal person on the outside he had a perverse interest in the occult that he hid from the rest of his coworkers.
Due to his important position and large pay he manages to get his hands on some rare books on demon summoning. After a lot of research he tries them out.
When he summons you he doesn't look surprised or afraid and is quite clinical about it at first. The first thing he does is bind your powers so they can never be used against him. After he informs the rules you must follow if you're to be living with him.
Even as a human he is quite prideful and controlling and he wants to remind you who's really in charge.
At first he only sees you as a demon. He lets you do your own thing when he isn't ordering you around and when the two of you do go out in public he only introduces you as an acquaintance of his. People are rather surprised at this as he's not the type to walk around with others and rumors quickly fly off about you two.
It's not until you two are walking home from a shopping trip that you really start to bond. It was a late night and no one was around so the two of you take your time, enjoying the cool air and stars.
All too late that you hear the click of a gun. From the shadows steps a man, weapon pointed straight at you. Seeing your nonthreatening human form as well as Lucifer who practically reeks of wealth he thought the two of you easy targets. Wrong.
With inhuman speed you lunge forward shifting into your demon form. The gun clatters to the floor as you rip him to shreds with no remorse. It's only when Lucifer finally calls you away that you realize he's dead.
Once you manage to get home he is immediately lecturing you about how risky the actions you just did were. Someone could have seen you or more importantly seen him. What would you have done if the cops got involved? Eat them?
Once he's done though he thanks you and a few days later a gift ends up in your room. He never claims it, even though you can smell his cologne all over it.
After that night Lucifer treats you different. Not better, but not worse either. If anything he's a bit kinder but in a cold sort of way and he keeps his distance when anything gets too serious. At first you think its because he's scared of you. It isn't till he finally approaches you, a stern look on his face and orders you to transform that you realize he was working up the courage to see what you really looked like.
The pact urges you to turn, so you do and you let him examine you, circling several times. He's most interested in your wings, asking if he could touch them and when you consent he gently runs his hands over them. Despite you being a demon he treats you delicately shifting aside feathers with a careful hand and running a light fingertip over leathery skin.
It's a strange feeling at first, but not bad and you're practically purring by the end
After that he asks to see your true form more and more
Mammon
He didn't mean to summon you.
He just wanted to make a quick buck. It was getting close to Halloween people were starting to be interested in demons and spooks once again. That's why he thought it would be a great idea to start a seance business.
Twenty dollars for him to pretend to summon a demon, maybe shake a table once or twice, have some scary sounds playing in the background, nothing too big. Who would have known that the book he stole as his main prop would really work.
When he first sees you he screams.
He immediately tries to shove you back into the book to no avail. As he has no clue how to get rid of you he ends up stuck with you, a terrifying demon.
At first its very easy (and amusing) to scare him. Bear your teeth, mumble in a made up language, threaten to rip him to shreds.
You can actually see his soul leave his body when he faints.
However in typical Mammon fashion he gets used to you surprisingly quick, especially when you don't come through on your promise to eat him.
After that he figures that together the two of you could start scamming people for even more money. After all, he does own a real live demon now.
You two make bank stealing and tricking people. With his knack for creating schemes and your powers the two of you are rolling in money in no time, although it always seems to be lost pretty quickly thanks to his terrible gambling habits.
It's in the middle of a heist that something goes wrong. Someone, you don't know who you can only hear the click of a revolver, pulls out a gun. With lightning fast reflexes youâre tackling Mammon shielding him with the tip of your wing and just in time as something is shot into it tearing through muscle and sinew.
The urge to rip them to shreds overtakes you, growing with every second that your human is in danger. But there was so many of them and you couldn't protect Mammon and yourself at the same time. The need to get somewhere safe is much more important so you leave.
It's only your quick reflexes that get the two of you out alive.
When you finally get home Mammon laments over all of the money he lost on the deal. acts like it doesn't affect him. His complaints last exactly till he sees the blood staining your form.
He almost faints right there.
Once he recovers he's immediately running to get ice packs and gauze, fussing over your injured wing. It's obvious heâs worried even though he tries to hide it under his tsundere act. When youâre finally bandaged up he thanks you glancing at your wound the entire time.
It's hard not to appreciate the gesture.
You just don't know how to tell him that your going to be perfectly fine in like two days (thank Diavolo for demon healing)
After this you two are a lot closer. Even before you were friends, but now the relationship has morphed into something different.
The two of you do less dangerous scams and while Mammon doesn't act too different he gets super weird when you're too close. Blushing a terrible crimson and freaking out when you touch.
Even for a demon its not hard to see that he has a crush.
Levi
Also summoned you on accident.
He was actually trying to summon Ruri-chan. You have to admit when it comes to her he does his research. Drew a full pentagram and everything and as a final touch placed a little plushy in the middle.
He absolutely panics when you arrive here instead.
Used to humans being afraid you, you ignore him at first. You fall to one knee eager to pledge your loyalty in exchange for his soul when you land on something squishy.
Pulling it out from under you see a plushy??? Of some anime character??? TF???
This pulls him from his stupor and he snatches it from you and begins to lecture you on the importance of Ruri-chan and anime on human culture.
You have no clue whats going on at this point.
When he finally stops talking he actually gets kind of excited. He summoned a hot demon??? Woah! This is just like his anime 'I accidentally summoned a demon from Hell who became my roommate and now I might be falling for them.'Â
At your confused look he immediately turns it on and has you watch it. You two end up having an entire movie night together.
After that the two of you mostly act like roommates.
He often compares you to his favorite series TSL where 7 humans summon a demon named Henry and go on crazy adventures with him. The first time he accidentally calls you Henry he blushes like crazy.
At first he acted like you were annoying him most of the time but it was pretty easy to catch on to his tsundere act. He actually loves having you around and will whine when you have to leave. He says its because he can't play two player games without you but you know the truth.
On the rare occasions the two of you go out he gets jealous of anyone with even the slightest interest in you. Your HIS demon why are you giving someone else your attention?
Its pretty easy to distract him though. Just the slightest touch and hes flushing and stuttering. You can do whatever he won't get the hint that you like him the most.
'There's no way you meant to do this. This must be some weird demon norm I don't know about. Yup that's it.'
Satan
Summoned a demon on purpose. And not just that summoned you on purpose.
With his extensive library he had more than enough information to figure out how to summon a demon. After that it was just a matter of choosing which one. He finally settled on you.
You don't need to worry about explaining how a pact works to him. He already knows everything on it. Maybe even more than you. Nerd.
Don't express this opinion out loud. He will be furious.
Even so he'll still make you tell him about summoning a million times just to see if you know anything different. Â
Mostly youâre an over glorified assistant/labrat to him. MC grab that book. MC draw this summoning circle. MC stick your hand in this flame.
Of any of the brothers he is the one who sees your demon form the most and the one who asks the most questions about it. You have very sharp claws what are those used for? Four sets of wings? I wonder why you have so many. Slitted eyes? Do you have any idea why they are like this?
He is very interested in the differences between humans and demons so you end up performing a lot of tests.
He would also be curious about the celestial war and your part in it. Its up to you to choose to answer him or not.
If you ignore any of his questions he will get annoyed and be snippy. But just tell him an interesting tidbit about hell and he'll be back to normal in no time.
As for his actual job he works as a researcher at a big lab. You go there often to help him with his work. He used to have a lot of assistants but none could handle his terrible rage.
Its one of the reasons you work so well with him. An angry human? That's no big deal. Now if he was a demon that would be something to talk about
His tantrums are actually kind of cute. Like a fussy kitten.
Telling him this has a 50/50 chance of either making him blush or rampage.
If its possible he uses you to annoy his colleagues
Janice talked shit about his theories on planetary alignment? Poison her
Jk not really but maybe just, like, make her day a hundred times worse?
Thanks MC you're great
A power team at its best. His need to get back at people he hates works well with your general need to cause mischiefÂ
Asmodeus
An orgy summons you obvious reasons. Although technically not the one who summoned you, you end up making a pact with Asmodeus before the nights over.
It was inevitable really, of all the humans there how could you not choose him? His overblown confidence and cocky insistence that he was perfect was practically adorable. I mean here you are, a demon of all things, and yet this little human is here insisting that he was perfection himself. You just wanted to eat his soul right up he was so cute.
To him its obvious why. After all, he was so beautiful that even demons fell in love with him, he couldn't blame you.
Even if you tell him the real reason he won't believe it.
Immediately starts bragging about how he could seduce demons
If you leave a pact mark on him though he will complain
As for actual duties you don't have a lot
At parties you work as his wingman but at home the two of you have more of a domestic role. He treats you more like a best friend than a demon.
He has a lot of spa days, something he immediately insisted that you take part in too.
One day you bring him a bottle of demon moisturizer. Big mistake
When he finds out about all the different demon beauty products he immediately orders you to get him some.
Your poor wallet.
He's always ordering new things. He really wants to go down to Devildom so he could look himself instead of having to order off Akuzon. One day you'll figure out a way to show him the eternal night.
He's also very flirty towards you, something your not surprised about. Hes always on your lap or petting your head or asking for affection, and he constantly alludes to the things the two of you could do. As time goes on he begins to get even more needy, sometimes ignoring others at parties just to flirt with you. He wants all of your attention all of the time.
Beelzebub
Did not mean to summon you but now that your here hes pretty okay with it
Of all the brothers he the one to treat you the most like another human. Â
However you have one duty that you take very seriously
You must protect his brother, no matter what.
Other than that you two are like roommates. He doesn't really ask you of much except to keep the fridge stocked (which is a bigger job than expected this guy eats a lot) and he'll take care of the rent and everything else.
Sometimes he'll ask if you want to head to the gym with him. You thank your demon metabolism since every time you end up going he always stops for burgers and shakes at his favorite place on the way home.
He lifts a lot for a human, no surprise since you've seen how sculpted his body is. Seriously he's like a Greek statue. You spot him while doing reps and help correct his form while necessary. It's a bit of a switch from dealing with demon biology to human biology though so you have to make sure that you don't accidentally hurt your new friend.
Sometimes the two of you have movie nights, although its more of an excuse for him to buy a bunch of human food and you to buy a bunch of demon food and pig out. He still manages to out eat you somehow.
Occasionally the two of you will go out with his brother Belphie although it usually ends up with either you or Beel carrying him when he falls asleep. But it gives you time to chat with Beel on your own which you don't mind
The two of you end up with a good bromance, sometimes minus the b.
He treats you like an old friend and even ends up telling you about Lilith, his dear sister who died when a car hit her. He had only managed to pull his brother out of the way at the time and he still remembers it well. You can practically smell the guilt that hangs off him when he tells you that. It's hard not to feel touched after that story even for a demon.
He confesses a lot of things to you, things he has a hard time saying to other people. He never calls upon his pact to swear you to secrecy. He trusts you.
Belphie
Also summons you on purpose
When you first meet Belphie he's angry, uncontrollably angry. It's at the point where it almost surprises you. After all a human filled with so much wrath is no small feat.
His first order is a tough one but one you have no choice but to accept.Â
Kill the man that murdered his sister
The two of you work hard to hunt him down, spending many days brainstorming late into the night. Although it always ends up with just you working, as Belphie has the strangest tendency to fall asleep while talking. (Narcoleptic maybe? Or just lazy?) Whatever the case you don't terribly mind.
Even just his presence helps, in some strange way.
When you finally track him down Belphie insists on going too. He wants to see the man die with his own two eyes.
It's not a hard fight but it is an emotional one. Through the bond you two share you can feel Belphies anger, his pain, his desire for revenge, and then finally an emptiness.
When its over the two of you go home, still covered in whatever bits of him were left. Belphegor shows no emotions and you wonder if hes in shock from seeing someone die so suddenly, but all you feel is a tired yet content thrum through your bond.
When you finally get home Belphegor immediately tries to go to sleep and its only through a little nagging and a lot of manhandling that your able to convince him to shower first. By now the bloods beginning to dry into a nasty goop and once he's done you jump in too, soothed by the steam and clouds of soap drifting around you.
To no ones surprise Belphie is asleep when you get out. It's then when you realize that you have nothing left to do.Â
With that one action your purpose here is done, and yet your pact remains. Your thoughts begin to rise Belphie who clings stubbornly to sleep. It's no use though. The two of you are too connected for it to stop.Â
You hear the sheets rustle and he raises one hand patting at the covers. A universal sign to come here.
"You're so loud" He mutters even though you haven't said a word. "Just sleep already."
A useless answer but a comforting one. You curl up at his side, feeling the tiniest bit like an obedient dog, but his arm settles over your shoulder and he drapes himself over your chest erasing the thoughts from your mind.
You eyes flutter close, at least for the moment. You can decide what you should do when you wake up.
#now that i learned about colors its over for yall#never uses them again#swap au#demon au#actually gave this a tag because I plan to add a lot to it#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#shall we date satan#shall we date#swd#mammon#obey me story#obey me scenarios#obey me fanfic
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Drown
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a/n: I canât tell if I hate this, love it, or just like it. This fic was just be completely self indulging in this idea and writing it all out. Fair warning it is long but I hope you enjoy!
also this fic includes lyrics from the song drown by clinton kane! i donât claim them as my own, i just uses them as the writing the reader wrote!
warnings:Â a few curse words
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You fell and you fell hard. Like every cliche story ever, you fell for your best friend. It was a long time coming and most people that surrounded the two of you had called it long ago. Both of you were constantly denying the truth of it though, and all these years later here you are face to face with the truth.
You and Owen had met a long  time ago, that fun age in between not being a kid anymore and puberty. You were little miss perfect, always has been and always be. While Owen was quite frankly the opposite, itâs not that he was âbadâ or âmisbehavedâ but he wasnât shy or afraid to show who he was.
While on the other hand, you were quiet, shy, and kept to yourself. How the two of you became friends, let alone, best friends was beyond you. To this day you still couldnât pinpoint the moment your friendship began.
Knowing the two of you now, it makes complete sense to everyone. While you may be quiet and shy, you were practically the female version of Owen. A similar personality and humor. You held this certain confidence about yourself that would just draw people to you and Owen always says thatâs what got him. Thatâs what made him want to be your friend.
Now here you are about 10 years later, still best friends but instead of swallowing nervously due to the activities you were always dragged to because of Owen, you were swallowing down the nerves of your feelings for him.
Youâre sitting in your shared living room, surrounded by some of your closest friends, your inhibitions low due to the cup in your hand.
You figured drowning yourself in whatever drink was poured in your cup would stop the never ending thoughts of the boy you love. But instead you still saw his face.
I canât even drink without seeing his face, you think to yourself.
The boys had decided since everyone had the next few days off it would be fun to throw a little party at the apartment. A game/movie night if you will.
So thatâs how you ended up sitting quietly in your group of friends, sitting in a circle playing some game similar to truth or dare. You werenât paying attention when they were explaining the rules, lost in your thoughts, their words just murmurs to you in the background. Until a voice cuts through,
âY/N! Hey!â Charlieâs voice loud and booming, pulling your attention. âItâs your turn.â A small smirk displayed on his face.
Hereâs the thing, you lived with the two boys. Owen and Charlie. When Owen found out he would be filming in Toronto, Canada, he booked you a ticket before he even asked you about it. You have always loved Canada and dreamed about living there, so he took you and now here you are a few months later.
Charlie welcomed you with open arms the same way he did Owen. The two of you getting dangerously close.
Dangerously because Charlie canât keep a secret for his life and he now happened to know every single one of yours.
Now here you are, staring back at Charlie who has a smirk plastered on his face.
âWhat was Owen like in high school?â A shaky breath leaves at his question, grateful that his question wasnât invasive the way you had assumed it would have been.
âOh gosh,â you say laughing slightly, â I would say very similar to the guy you know today. He still did the same dumb shit then that he does now! He did get in trouble though, always for being too loud or disruptive!â You admittedly tell them.
Owen scoffs at your words, feigning hurt and a pout. âI was not that bad Y/N.â He says laughing.
âYa sure Joyner, you had detention like every week!â You laugh out.
âOkay well hey!â He says, holding his hands up, ânot all of us can be like little miss perfect over here! Never got in trouble, straight Aâs, always on time, always the teacherâs favorite!â
âWell one of us had to be the good one! God knows how many times I saved you from getting in trouble!â You laugh out.
âVery true.â Owen says throwing a wink in your direction. You can feel the heat spread across your cheeks, bringing your cup up to your face to hopefully hide it.
âAnyways next!â You say thinking of who to choose. âSavannah...â
As always you let someone else come up with your question, picking invasive questions for games like this was not your strong suit. Often opting out for something silly or plain, you could never come up with a question good enough.
The point of the game was to get embarrassing answers, get someone to admit something they didnât want too, or get someone to do something silly. You loved playing but just couldnât get your questions to match the game.
The game goes on and on. Everyone getting picked on throughout the night. Savannah having to admit who her worst kiss was, Jeremy having to give Carolynn a lap dance, even Tori having to call the guy she liked and asking him out on a date. It just kept going and everyone question or demand getting worse than the last.
Every few rounds you seemed to escape the prying eyes and questions of your friends. You often got up to fill your cup, not wanting to let the substance get below empty.
You were feeling good, giddy even. Your head light, thoughts happy, and mind empty except for your never-ending laughter due to your friends.
Thatâs until it was Charlieâs turn again. This time he wasnât letting you get off easy, it happened to many times.
He had hoped that if he asked you an easy question someone else would probe you for a harder one, but no one did.
That wasnât going to happen again.
âSo Y/N, youâve been writing some things recently havenât you?â He asks you. Oh shit.
âYes Charlie, I have been. You know this.â You tell him trying to play it cool. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you knew what he was doing or letting the others know or suspect any embarrassment.
âI want you to read us the last thing you wrote.â You shot him a deadly look, one that does not go unnoticed by your friends.
You feel your ears and cheeks start to turn pink, you would bet that the heat coming off of them would cause people to see steam.
Charlie was very well aware of his knowledge of what you were writing and the topic of such.
Both of you very well aware.
âNo, Y/N, you donât have to do it if youâre not comfortable.â Owen pipes up placing his hand on your arm for a split second.
Owen knew his best friend, like the back of his hand. He knew that as much as you were an amazing writer that you hated sharing it. Often times not even letting him read what you wrote.
He was also well aware of how your shoulders tensed up at Charlieâs request and the look on your face.
âNo, itâs fine O. I can read it.â You tell him lightly pushing him away from the space he had closed in between you while trying to comfort you.
Then youâre on your feet, heading to your room. Searching for the pale yellow notebook you kept rather hidden, not trusting either of the two nosy boys you live with.
You walk back, yellow notebook in hand and take your seat back in between Owen and Savannah.
With a deep breath, you open your notebook flipping back to the last page you had written on. Wincing at the topic of it.
âOkay,â you start, having to take another breath in, âthis oneâs called drown.â
Savannah places a gentle hand on your leg for comfort. The two of you also rather close so she was well aware of your discomfort in this situation as well. Your shoot her a small smile.
âIâve been trying to keep my distance,
but in an instance, you break me down.
I know better than to want you, but I succumb to you without a doubt.â
You look up at all of the faces looking at you before you continue yet again.
âTell me lies, tell me painted truths.
anything at all to keep me close to you.
Pull me under the way you do, tonight I want to drown in the ocean of you.â
With that, you close your book. You had a few more scribbled ideas around this one but none of them made the cut for it quite yet.
Everyone was quiet after you finished reading it, shocked by your truthful words and ever so obvious confession through your words.
Well ever so obvious to everyone but Owen.
âThat was really good Y/N!â Savannah tells you with a smile. âYa, that was really good!â Tori agrees.
âSee I told you it was good Y/N!â Charlie says proud of himself for getting you to finally read something out loud.
âWait, you read what she wrote?â Owen asks, hurt coming over his face slightly. You never shared anything and on the rare occasion you did with him but no one else.
âWell yeah, she asked me for my opinion on the concept for the piece.â Charlie admits, knowing fully what he was doing.
Charlie knew that Owen liked you, he would even go as far as say love you. He knew that Owen would get jealous that you came to him and let him read what you wrote but not Owen.
Over the last few weeks all he heard Owen do is complain about the distance you were placing between the two of you. He also always heard Owenâs frustration of you not sharing your work with him.
Charlie had a plan and knew exactly what he was doing.
âWell what was the concept then?â Owen asks not reading to let it go.
âNothing Owen.â Charlie says at the exact same time you say, âJust a guy that I like.â
Your words shocking you just the same amount that they shocked everyone. Your confession makes its way out of you before your mind can catch up with your mouth.
Your newfound confidence from whatever drink had been occupying your cup for the night.
âYou like someone?â Owen asks, shocked. Not bothering to hide his hurt from everyone.
You were supposed to come to him about these things, you two werenât supposed to have secrets. But recently it felt like all that there were was secrets between the two of you.
âYa I do,â you say shrugging your shoulders, âitâs not a big deal.â
You say with a wave of your hand trying to dismiss the conversation. You didnât want to get into this, let alone get into it with Owen.
âSo,â Jeremy says trying to change the subject and move onto the next person. The awkwardness that surrounded the atmosphere was just getting too much to bare.
âIt is a big deal Y/N! Itâs a big deal to me, Iâm your best friend your supposed to tell me.â Owen says louder and completely ignoring the attempt to change the subject.
âSeriously O, itâs nothing.â You say while getting up to go to the kitchen, trying to escape Owen.
âIt is not nothing!â Owen says just as sternly all while following you into the kitchen not letting you escape him or the conversation.
You just ignore him and his pestering as you go into the fridge to grab the water, deciding that it was the better beverage choice to make this time around.
You make your way  around Owen, while he is still yelling at you, going to lean up on your tippy toes to grab a cup for the water. The cup just out of your reach, causing you to struggle.
You feel Owenâs hand lay itself on your lower back, you watch as his other hand reaches over you to grab the cup.
Instead of placing it down in front of you, he keeps it in his hand and close to his chest. He uses his one hand on your back to gently move you so that youâre facing him.
âJust tell me Y/N.â He says sounding defeated.
âI said let it go Owen, it doesnât matter.â Â A loud sigh comes from Owen, the growing frustration evident on his face.
âWhy canât you get it through your head that it does matter Y/N.â He says through clenched teeth, not wanting to get overly mad at you.
âWhy Owen? Why does it matter?â You say, the frustration finally boiling over in you.
âWhy?â He says now yelling, âbecause youâre my best friend Y/N! Weâre not supposed to have secrets, weâre supposed to tell each other everything, and now youâre replacing me with Charlie.â
Owen says that last part quieter, his head hanging low at his words.
âYou think Iâm replacing you with Charlie?â You ask just as quietly, your heart breaking slightly at the site of the boy in front of you.
âIt sure feels like it Y/N. Youâve been spending so much time with him, sharing stuff you donât share with me, and just ignoring me and putting all this distance between us.â
You didnât know what to say back to him. You would have never guessed that he would notice what was going on or the fact that you were pulling away.
Itâs not that you wanted too, it just felt like the right decision to make while trying to get over your growing feelings for him.
Charlie was just a convenient confidant, in the best way possible. He was always there and you trusted him, so you told him about your feelings for Owen and he was doing his best to help.
Until tonight.
âCan you please just tell me whatâs been going on?â Owen asks breaking the silence and you from your thoughts.
âI canât Owen, I promise itâs nothing serious.â
âIt has to be serious if youâre pushing me away like this. You like someone and you havenât even talked to me about it once, thatâs never happened.â
You donât understand why Owen was so hung up on such a small fact. Itâs true that he was the one you usually came to with these things but anytime you told him about someone you liked he always brushed it off. It seemed like he was always so disinterested in that part of your life so him being so frustrated by the fact that you went to Charlie with it just seemed weird to you.
What you didnât know is what was swirling through Owenâs head. Owen felt his heart clenching and his head spinning, anytime you brought up who you liked his heart stopped and he couldnât get a breath in.
He wasnât one to admit that though, he didnât want to admit it to himself either. So he dismissed that feeling and dismissed any conversation that brought those feelings bubbling to the surface.
Deep down Owen knew the reason behind that feeling. He had fallen for you and fallen hard. He always would say he didnât even know what love was, he couldnât be in love with anyone not even you. But he did, he loved you.
And where it leaves you is you both standing a little too close for comfort in this situation. Â
Your heart beating faster because you werenât ready to admit the feelings you had buried so deep.
And Owenâs breath shallow as he didnât want to really know the outcome of this conversation yet he was so desperate to have it.
âOwen you never really care about who I like, why so much this time around?â You ask him trying to turn the conversation topic onto him rather than you.
âOf course I care about who you like! I care about anything that goes in in your life!â His tone raising with every word.
âSure never seemed like it!â Your tone doesnât match his, you feel defeated.
âI...â Owen trails off not knowing where to take this conversation, knowing that it will have to end in a confession if he continues. âI didnât mean to make you feel like that. I do care and just want to know who this guy is.â
It was now or never. You can finally admit your feelings that have been swallowing you whole for months now or just keep allowing yourself to drown in them.
âYou.â
Thatâs all you say. Plain and simple.
Then itâs quiet. Too quiet, it seemed like the conversation in the living room stopped at the same time your confession finally came to the surface.
Your heart was beating faster than it ever has, faster than it was beating earlier.
Owenâs heart beating just as fast as yours. His was out of happiness and excitement while yours was due to nervousness.
Neither of you said a word.
âWell alright then.â You take his silence as his answer. You didnât want to face him anymore; you were doing your best to hold back the warm tears that were threatening to spill over.
You turn on your heel ready to leave before he can see your tears. But before you can take another step his hand is on your wrist holding you in place.
âSay it again.â Thatâs all he says.
âSay what again Owen?â Your confused and just want to get out of this conversation.
âWho you like, say it again.â
âJust...why?â You donât want to admit it again, you donât want to face it again.
âJust please, say it again.â Owen is practically begging you at this point. He needed to hear you say it again, he needed the confirmation before he acted on his own feelings.
âYou, Owen!â You say loud and frustrated, âI said you, Owen!â
Thatâs when Owen makes his move. In a blink of an eye his hand drops your wrist and makes its way to your cheek, and his lips are on yours.
You donât move a muscle. Your shocked, you never expected to be in this position with Owen.
âKiss me back.â Owen says with his lips still against yours.
Thatâs when you break through your trance. Your lips start to move in sync with his. Finally.
It was like a breath of fresh air, his lips on yours.
You pull apart slightly, taking a breath in. His lips chase after yours not ready to let the contact between the two of you end.
The taste of yours lips new and he was already addicted, not wanting it to fade away.
After a few more seconds of your lips moving together, Owen is the one to pull away. His lungs burning from the lack of air.
He places his forehead against yours, placing a kiss on your nose. Now that he finally kissed you, he never wanted to stop.
âI have wanted to hear those words for so long.â Owen admits, a smile on his face and one working its way on yours.
âReally?â You ask.
âYes really!â Owen laughs, âIâve liked you longer than I want to admit.â
âOhhh really?â You ask teasingly. You could tell by the faint tint on his cheeks that he was feeling a little embarrassed. You couldnât help but tease him a little.
âYes, really Y/N! Now stop it!â Owen laughs out.
âMake me.â You retort back, the look on Owenâs face causing you to giggle.
With his eyebrows raised, Owen leans in just centimeters from your lips. âIf you say so.â Then his lips are on yours again.
They move together in sync, much more passionate the time before. The both of you finally letting your feelings pour into the kiss.
âAre you two done yet?â You hear Charlie yell from right outside of the kitchen.
The two of you pulling apart laughing, of course Charlie was close by listening to what was happening.
âYes Charlie!â You yell back laughing.
âSoooo,â Owen says looking down at you, your hands still entangled with each other and your chests still touching. âSoooo,â you say back.
âJust ask her out already damn!â Charlie yet again yells causing you two and everyone else to laugh.
âFine Gillespie!â Owen yells back, âY/N would you like to go on a date and get this thing started?â He asks you with a big smile.
âYes, I would Joyner.â You say back smiling, leaning in for another kiss.
The two of you pull apart smiles upon both of your faces. The air light, all your feelings finally on the table, both of you happy and relieved to know that you both feel the same way.
âNow how about you read me some more of what you wrote about me!â He says with an eyebrow wiggle.
You shove him away, laughing.
âIn your dreams Joyner.â You tell him.
He laughs, chasing after you as you run away from his hands that are trying to tickle you. His shouts of telling you to show him what you wrote and you laughing back no.
Youâd rather show him happy writings than your sad ones. But with your newfound relationship blooming you were sure to show him some soon enough.
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Dick stares at the ceiling of his darkened bedroom for what feels like forever before the alarm on his phone starts going off. The Backstreet Boys song that Babs had set as his default alarm fills the room with a chorus of, âEverybody! Rock your body right! Backstreet's back alright!âÂ
He normally tries to shut the obnoxious song up as soon as it goes off, but, well, there isnât really anything normal about Dickâs current situation, and he figures that letting the song play out for a little longer than usual might curb his feelings of homesickness.
It fades into background noise as he flings off the covers and rolls out of bed, wincing as his bare feet meet the chilled wood floor. He blindly turns in the direction of the Alexa device andâwait. Itâs called Cora in this universe, not Alexa.Â
Right.Â
âCora, turn on Dickâs bedroom lights,â he says to the small white device thatâs sitting on the bedside table. Cora glows green to indicate that she heard the demand, and the lights flicker on immediately.Â
Dick squints at the sudden brightness and stumbles his way into the bathroom for a piss and a quick shower. It takes him all of ten minutes to finish. After he dries his hair with a towel, he heads to the closet and surveys the small selection of clothes that are all in his size but arenât actually his. Thatâs made obvious by the fact that all the shirts are neutral colored, many of the pants are ripped at the knees, and any form of outerwear consists mostly of hoodies.Â
At 27-years-old, Dick canât imagine himself wearing ripped jeans. He knows from what Alfred told him when he arrived here that this universeâs Dick is only 19. Still, even when Dick was that age, heâd been wearing outfits that were considered more fashionable.Â
He figures the casual wear has something to do with the fact that this universeâs Alfred and Bruce are way more laid back in both manner and appearance than his own. Just yesterday, Bruce had been wandering around the kitchen in nothing but briefs and a t-shirt, something Dick's Alfred would definitely not have been pleased about.
He grins at the memory and surveys his options one last time before pulling on some light wash jeans and a beige colored Stussy shirt. He goes for a watch nextâthis Dick is apparently a watch guy because heâs got like six of themâand while heâs in the middle of fastening it to his wrist, heâs startled by Cora suddenly glowing green and emanating the sound of a bell ringing.Â
Alfredâs pre-recorded voice then comes through the speaker and says, âBreakfast is ready. Please make your way downstairs before it gets cold.âÂ
Dick has to admit that out of all the things that are different about this alternate universe, having Alfred take full advantage of Coraâs abilities is one of the most amusing. Also, weirdly convenient. Heâll have to see about teaching Alfie how to use Alexa when he gets back home.Â
The Backstreet Boys are finally silenced once Dick turns off the alarm. He shoves his phone in his pocket before following the heavenly scent of food towards the kitchen.Â
The first thing he sees when he walks in is Bruce is sitting at the table with a tablet, no doubt reading this morningâs news. Heâs already dressed in a black polo with the Wayne Enterprises crest embroidered on the breast. Itâs tucked into a pair of gray trousers that are nicely tapered and draw attention to his suede penny loafers. Bruceâs hair is already neatly styled into place, and as Dick takes a seat across from him at the table, the smell of spicy cologne hits his nose. He canât help but feel a little sad that the cologne isnât the same as what his Bruce wears.Â
Bruce sets the tablet to the side when Dick finally settles in his seat. His soft blue eyes roam over Dickâs face in a way that Dickâs come to be familiar with since landing in this universe. He figures itâs because he looks a little different than 19-year-old Dick and that Bruce is probably curious about what his boy will look like in eight years. Either that or he just misses his kid in the same way Dick misses his Bruce.Â
âMorning, Dick,â Bruce greets with a smile, his tone rather chipper.Â
Bruceâs upbeat attitude and smiles had thrown Dick off when heâd first arrived in this universe, not having seen his own Bruce act like that since it was just the two of them against the world.Â
âGood morning, Master Dick,â Alfred greets while he gathers two plates from the marble island in the middle of the kitchen. Heâs decked out in his white apron which looks pristine as always.Â
âMorning,â Dick says. He reaches for the carton of milk in the middle of the table and carefully pours it into the glass thatâs been preset next to his placemat.Â
Alfred swoops in with the two plates and places one in front of Dick and the other in front of Bruce. Dick nearly curses in excitement when he sees what it is.Â
âA full English breakfast, Alf? Aw, you shouldnât have,â he says, and his stomach rumbles loudly as if telling him to shut up and just eat. âBut Iâm so glad you did.â
âMe too,â Bruce says, having already taken a bite out of a sausage. âThanks, Alfred. This is great.â
Dick hums in agreement and quickly works on lathering his bread with some of the beans, meat, and eggs.
âThank you, sirs. I figured Master Dick might like it, seeing as he mentioned itâs something my counterpart enjoys making.â
âYou figured right,â Dick says after he finishes swallowing a mouthful. âBack home, Iâd eat one of these plates so fast that Alfie would get all Shakespeare on me.â With a switch in accent and tone, Dick imitates Alfred and says, ââHe hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his!ââÂ
Something like pride fills his chest when both Bruce and Alfredâs faces scrunch up in laughter. Bruceâs eyes crinkle at the corners, and Alfred covers his mouth with his hand to hide his amusement.Â
Dickâs just glad they have something like Shakespeare to relate to even though he knows that this universe's William Shakespeare only wrote half the number of plays that are in Dickâs universe. Not seeing the recognition on Bruce and Alfredâs faces when he had quoted Romeo and Juliet at them the other night had broken his heart if only because itâs quoted frequently in his family.
âSounds like Alfred alright,â Bruce grins.Â
âIâll have to save that for when our Master Dick returns,â Alfred says, looking both fond and sad at the reminder of his missing boy.Â
âHeâll get a kick out of it,â Bruce nods, looking equally as wistful.Â
Dick shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the blatant display of affection for his counterpart. He canât help but wonder if heâs being missed just as strongly back home. If he is, heâs sure itâs not being expressed as openly as this. Well, he likes to think that Babs, Tim, and Damian might have something to say about it in their own ways.Â
Alfred clears his throat to dispel the sudden quiet that falls over them. âExcuse me, sirs. Iâll be eating my own breakfast in the other room.â
âGoing to catch up on watching You Just Got Served?â Bruce asks knowingly.Â
âWhatâs that?â Dick asks.
âA morning gossip show in the UK,â Bruce says, taking a sip of his coffee to no doubt hide his smirk from Alfredâs piercing gaze.Â
âGossip,â Alfred practically scoffs as if offended by the idea that he could ever find such a thing enjoyable. He grabs his plate and cup of tea from the counter, and before he leaves the kitchen, Dick hears him mutter, âIf I wanted to be entertained by gossip of all things then I would spend my days reading tabloids with your face plastered across them, Master Bruce.âÂ
âOhhh, burn!â Dick cackles while mentally high fiving Alfred and his quick tongue.Â
Bruce cocks an eyebrow. âBurn?â
Right. Universe differences.Â
âWhere Iâm from itâs something you say when someone else gets mocked or teased but, like, in a playful way.â
âOh,â Bruce says quietly, eyes raised to the ceiling like heâs thinking. âI donât know if we have a word like that here. Iâll have to ask Dick when heâs back.â
Dick hums in acknowledgment and falls quiet. His mind is a little occupied by all the food thatâs still sitting in front of him, and he can tell that Bruce is the same way. Both of them are happy to sit in comfortable silence while they finish off the majority of their meals.Â
Itâs only when Dick is washing most of it down with his milk that Bruce suddenly asks, âYou sleep okay, Chum?âÂ
Dick pauses at the question. Not because Bruce refers to him by the same nickname that his own Bruce calls him on occasion, but because the nickname is said with a soft look that Dick hasnât seen on his own Bruceâs face in god knows when. Heâs not sure what prompted the question, but he guesses he must look a bit rough for Bruce to bring it up.Â
âKind of,â Dick admits with a shrug. He places his glass back on the table and then continues to dig into the scraps on his plate.Â
âNightmares?â Bruce prods after chewing a mouthful of baked beans. His eyes are trained on Dick, and theyâre unguarded in a way that his Bruceâs rarely are. Itâs obvious heâs concerned, and Dick feels slightly touched that this Bruce who isnât his dad is worried about him. Â
Dickâs fringe flops in his face when he shakes his head. âNah,â he says. âMy mind just wouldnât shut up.â
Bruce hums. âThinking about home?â
âYeah,â Dick sighs. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. âMostly just thinking about what Iâm going to do if things go wrong in my universe and my Bruce isnât able to implement the protocol.â
The protocol in this particular situation, as Dick had explained to Bruce the first night he showed up in this universe, involves a ten day wait period. Heâs to standby and wait for his Bruce to get either Zatanna or Doctor Fate to open a dimensional portal to take Dick home. If they donât come within the first ten days of Dickâs arrival, Dick is supposed to seek out the closest thing this universe has to a magic user.Â
On one hand, Dick is lucky that he ended up in a universe that has a non-hostile Batman whoâs willing to help him. On the other hand, heâs completely fucked in that this universeâs Zatanna is on a deep space mission and isnât due to return for another month. The League is also apparently not on good terms with Doctor Fate here, and while itâs not out of the question that they can eventually get him to help, Dickâs been told that it will be extremely difficult.Â
Dick knows that Bruce has already been looking into other options, desperate to get his own Dick Grayson back. For now, theyâre mostly relying on Dickâs Bruce to make a successful swap.Â
âWeâll figure it out, Chum,â Bruce says with a comforting smile. âWorst case scenario, we wait a month for my Zatanna to get back.â
Dick bites his lip. âAnd if she dies on the mission?âÂ
Bruceâs face shifts into a closed off expression thatâs familiar to Dick but looks weirdly out of place on this Bruce's face. âLike I said⊠weâll figure it out.âÂ
Dick's mouth twists into a frown at the answer that is, frankly, not good enough for him. The only thing that keeps him from pushing the issue further is that he can tell Bruce isnât satisfied with his answer either.Â
Dick decides to back off⊠for now.
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Mia's World Theory
Because I have other things to do but would rather over-analyze webcomics. Under the cut because long and Spoilers up to page 85.
One of the really interesting things about Mia's World, I've always thought, is that a majority of people come in knowing what the climax of the story is. I was first introduced to Mia's World through the Mind Electric Animatic, only finding the actual comic a few months later. As such, I, and pretty much everyone else I've seen, know that the comic is building up to World/Michael (likely under the influence of Lyer/John?) killing Mia, as both the Mind Electric animatic and Turn Off the Lights MAP deal with the direct fallout of that. But the thing that makes the comic so interesting is not only seeing what their world looks like and who the characters are, but also the buildup leading up to Mia's murder. One of the first hints that there seems to be something more going on is that, while for much of the comic it seems like Lyer/John might just be a figment of World/Michael's imagination or perhaps an entity that only he can see/interact with, we have at least two other instances of characters aside from World/Micheal noticing/seeing Lyer/John. The more minor of which is when King/Gillian comes to see World/Micheal at his apartment and is also able to hear when Lyer/John is singing in the shower.
The much more significant instances of this are the several occasions where Mia is able to see Lyer/John.
And, probably most concerning about this, is how concerned Mia is about this, and how afraid she is of Lyer, as well as how antagonistic Lyer seems to be towards Mia in return.
Including the fact that Mia seemed subconsciously aware of Lyer, before she was consciously aware of him, as shown in her concern over the number of drawings she has with Lyer in the background (seemingly drawn in without her being directly conscious of it, though I could be mistaken about that).
The thing that I think this all really builds up to is the fact that Mia's World is, quite literally Mia's World, in that it is a world that she controls or was/is responsible for creating to some degree. Part of a hint for this could be that she is the only character who is only known by her actual name, Mia. World and Enemie have had their actual names mentioned in the comic (also Lyer, but more on him later). King and 44, while they have had their names revealed out of comic, they have only been referred to by these nicknames in the comic proper
One interesting thing about Mia's World is the difference between the art style when the page is centered around Mia and her POV, and the art style when the page is centered around World/Michael and his point of view. With Mia, the art style is significantly more simplistic: the characters all have stick limbs with the occasional hand, there is little to no shading, undetailed or entirely absent backgrounds, and the pages are often only four panels, more reminiscent of a newspaper or otherwise serialized comedy/slice of life comic that rarely has much in the way of a serious or overarching plot. With World/Michael, the style is much more painterly and artistic, with more complex coloring and shading, as well as backgrounds with equal or even higher complexity, more realistic figures (in that they have actual limbs more often rather than just sticks), and usually six or so panels per page, more reminiscent of comics that tend to have longer overarching plots, rather than just one-off jokes. This partly serves to create this pretty strict dichotomy between "Mia's World" and "Michael's World" (this could also be part of the reason that World's name is, well, World: he is [currently] the other main character/POV character of this comic and is the character shown to have the most awareness of some of the strangeness of the world that they all live in currently).
The thing that I think this all really builds up to is the fact that Mia's World is, quite literally Mia's World, in that it is a world that she controls or was/is responsible for creating to some degree. Part of a hint for this could be that she is the only character who is only known by her actual name, Mia. World and Enemie have had their actual names mentioned in the comic (also Lyer, but more on him later). King has only had his name referred to out of comic and never in comic. And to my knowledge, 44/Maria has only ever been referred to as "big sister" by Mia, and not by 44 or Maria in comic. This partially seems to really emphasize that these characters are, well, characters. King and World and Enemie and 44 aren't real person names, but it's how they're known in this comic, it's their character.
And finally, that brings us to the most recent page.
World/Micheal falls out of the world. He takes a step and punches through the ground like (it looks to me) paper. Then we get a silhouette of a very human-looking version of him. A commenter on this page notes that, in the Turn Off the Lights MAP, there was a specific section where all the characters should appear as human.
To bring this all together, Lyer is a chaotic character, who manipulates and messes with and taunts World/Michael seemingly just for the fun of it. But I think Lyer also serves as a catalyst, of a sort, to get World/Michael to break out of Mia's world, ultimately (attempting to?) accomplish this by having World/Michael murder Mia, potentially breaking her hold over this world. I don't know what Lyer is or where he might have come from, or what his motivation might be, but it seems to me that his purpose in murdering Mia is to break her (godlike?) hold on this world, potentially freeing World/Michael, maybe also Lyer and the rest of the characters.
There are certainly other plot elements that may play into the mystery behind Mia's World that we don't have enough information to properly analyze yet, like World/Michael and King/Gillian's strained (but healing?) relationship, 44/Maria's intense dislike for World/Michael (potentially related to the previous point), King/Gillian and 44/Maria going through a rough patch in their relationship, Enemie/Ivan dealing with an abusive parent, etc. But I'm not going to theorize on how these could tie in now since we don't have much information on them yet.
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Could I get something for valentines day to do with the Shelby gang? I really don't mind what or who. I just feel like I need a little love for the day...
Valentines Day Head-Canons for the Shelby Family
A/N: Of course you can, anon! Hope you have a great day, whether youâre celebrating or not. Itâs just a day, really, so I hope this cheers you up ;) Sending so much love xÂ
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Arthur:Â
This man would be nervous as hell that heâd mess up valentines day with you. Heâs not exactly known for being the romantic of the family, nor does he have the sophistication of his younger siblings. In fact, heâs sometimes surprised youâre even with him at all.Â
That doesnât mean he doesnât try, though. Oh no, this man is going all out for the day and nothing is too much for you. Heâll have asked everyone, and I mean everyone, for advice about what to do to make the day special.Â
Heâs not a many of many words so he lets his actions do the talking for him, giving you a massive bouquet of flowers as he comes to collect you for the evening.Â
âArthur, theyâre beautiful. You really shouldnât have gone to so much trouble for me. I mean, you even got orchids - my favourites. How did you know?â
âI remember you told me before, eh? When we were at that place down in London. The one with the fancy window displays.â
âI canât believe you remembered.â
But thatâs Arthur. Heâs utterly head over heels for you, which is probably why he turns bright red as you kiss him on the doorstep before hurrying back inside to put them in some water.Â
Heâd also make sure to open every door for you the entire night, refusing to let you even lift so much as a finger.Â
In fact, he even pulls your chair out for you in the restaurant heâs taking you to, glaring at the waiter who was going to do it, in a clear sign to back away if he wants to escape with his life.Â
âArthur. I saw that. Behave.â
âIâm on my best behaviour, love. Promise.âÂ
âOh really? What a shame, as I had kind of hoped you wouldnât be, considering that Iâm wearing your present underneath this dress.â
Arthur almost combusts there and then.Â
Screw dinner - he wants to devour you and only you. Maybe thatâs why he practically drags you out of the door at the end of the night, making you laugh as you hurry after him, the two of you fumbling with each other like horny teenagers. Â
Needless to say, you spend the rest of the night wrapped in a tangle of limbs, lost in an haze of pleasure as you gift one another with your bodies.Â
John:
Now, considering his kids and the fact they are more than a handful, he knows just how important time spent with just the two of you is. That would be his first and biggest gift, getting one of the family to agree to watch the hell spawn long enough for you two to spend some time alone together.Â
Itâs just you and him for 24 hours of uninterrupted bliss, with no crying children or screaming babies to think about.Â
True, it would be weird at first to have the house so quiet, but thatâs exactly what you need for you and John to just talk to one another about anything and everything youâve missed over the past few weeks. After all, heâd probably have been so busy with work he feels like heâs hardly seen you recently.Â
Heâs also remarkably in-tune with you and knows exactly how to spoil you rotten.Â
âYou do so much for me and the kids, itâs the least I can do, right? You deserve the world, but I guess Iâll have to do, eh?â
Who knew John Shelby was such a softie?
Heâd have the day mapped out down to the finest detail: Breakfast in bed? check. A hot bath with wine and candles? Check. That new dress you had your eye on when you last went into town? Check. Making love for hours on every surface of the house? Triple check.Â
He knows how lucky he is to have you and would spend all day making sure you knew.Â
âAt this rate, weâll be having another little one to be bribe Polly to watch next year.â
âJohn Shelby! I swear to god I am not having another baby-â
âSo you want me to put my clothes back on and not fuck you again?â
You wisely say nothing and kiss him instead.Â
âAs I thought.â
Tommy:Â
Considering how busy he normally is, the only gift you could ever want from him was that of time. Time away from the stresses of the company or his family and their never ending messes.Â
Itâs why youâre eager to subtly remind him about the date every chance you get in the weeks preceding it.Â
Little do you know, heâs perfectly aware of the day. In fact, he has plans of his own cooked up for the both of you⊠you just didnât need to know that yet.Â
It makes the surprise all the more satisfying as he wakes you early the morning of, peppering you with kisses and encouraging you to get dressed.Â
âI thought people usually tried to get people undressed on Valentines day?â
âPatience, love. Itâs worth it, I promise.â
You laugh and trust him, unable to deny him anything when he looks genuinely happy for once. That in itself is a gift, as is the chance to spend the day riding with him around the estate you called home.Â
Tommy is happiest on horse back, and you grin as you eye him clambering on his horse out front.Â
Youâre quick to follow, not surprised to see heâd had your horse readied too. He really had thought this out, down to the route you take.Â
âThis way, there are no phone calls or fucking distractions,â he explains, relieved at the utter delight in your eyes. âNot unless one of the staff want to grab a horse and come find us. Good luck to them.â
âTheyâd need it, especially if theyâre stupid enough to risk me shooting them for disturbing us. Theyâd be idiots.â
Tommy laughs.Â
Eventually, heâd stop you both, just on the edge of the woods, revealing the next surprise as he pulls out a blanket and basket (prepared with Francesâs help, of course).Â
âA picnic, Tommy?âÂ
âI told you it was a surprise.âÂ
Itâs the best surprise as you both sit there, drinking and laughing as the sky turns dark.Â
Thatâs when he lights a fire for you both, letting you huddle close by the flames, eyes gazing at the stars above you.Â
You listen to him telling you all about the constellations and the stories he learned as a child. The sound of his voice is heavenly and you could easily listen to him all night.Â
So much so, youâre quick to wish the night would never end, letting you two stay like this, wrapped peacefully in each otherâs arms forever.Â
Finn:
This literal angel is sweet as hell. Like, you better be prepared for the hand made card heâll have made you⊠with Pollyâs help, of course. He isnât a hundred percent sure his spelling would have been right otherwise, but for you heâs willing to make the effort to try and write it for you. After all, youâve more than likely been trying to help him learn to read and write since you started seeing one another.Â
âAunt Pol⊠is heart spelt with two tâs or one?â
âOne, Finn.âÂ
âAnd does angel have a j in it?â
âNo, Finn.â
Everyone else thought it was adorable and proof that he truly does love you. Theyâve never seen him work so hard on anything in his life.Â
Your own card is much simpler, because you wanted to make sure he could read it without too much difficulty. You also may or may not have got a bit carried away with drawing hearts and other sketches to fill it instead of trying to use long and complicated words about how much you loved him.Â
However, neither one of you seem to care. Youâre too happy with the cards you receive to care about your own possible mistakes.Â
Youâre also too busy admiring how much of an effort each of you made with your outfits for your date. Sure, it was just drinks and dancing with some of the other teenagers in Small Heath (basically Isiah and his girl) but youâd both gone full out for the occasion.Â
âIs that suit new?â
âMaybe⊠John helped me pick it out. Why? Does it look stupid?â
âNo, Finn Shelby. You look incredibly handsome,â you beam, toying with his lapels before linking his hand with yours. âIâll be the luckiest girl there tonight.â
âAnd Iâll be the luckiest man.â
Oh yeah, you two are reals saps, just as most young lovers are. Youâre all nervous glances, laughs and touches as you two dance the night away.Â
It would also be the night Finn kisses you for the first night, summoning the courage to do it as he drops you off back at your house, just a little after curfew.Â
Itâs worth the risk and as you kiss him back he swears heâs flying the rest of the way home.Â
Micheal:Â
Micheal has had his plans in place for weeks, making sure every little detail would be perfect for the two of you. Heâs honestly looking forward to it, enough to welcome his motherâs advice as she throws suggestions and tips at him the week before.Â
âWomen like to feel special, Micheal. What about getting her a necklace? Or some chocolates? Fancy ones from France or something.âÂ
âMum, thanks, but Iâve got it covered. Promise.â
âAre you sure?â
Micheal laughs and tries not to be offended at her obvious doubt. Then again, heâs not always had a track record of being the most romantic or thoughtful with women. Still, he really cares about you and heâs determined not to mess this up.Â
Itâs why heâs chosen the perfect place for you two to spend the evening together: your place.Â
Heâs determined to spend the time just the two of you, and what better way to impress you than cooking dinner for you?Â
With the bottle of champagne he brought and your favourite records playing in the background, youâre quickly at ease, grinning as you watch him effortlessly chop, dice and season the dish heâs chosen.Â
How is peeling a potato so sexy when he does it?Â
Itâs honestly impressive, but also because heâs putting so much effort into it which is a nice surprise. As is the way he dances around the kitchen with you whenever thereâs a pause in the recipe or a particularly good song comes on.Â
Youâre surprised at his soft singing voice as he holds you, humming along. Itâs rare he allows himself to be seen in such a way, relaxed with no one to judge him for being soft or a little off key. Â In front of the other Shelbys heâs normally desperate to impress them, trying to be tough and nonchalant.
However, you know deep down heâs still the country boy you fell in love with when he first arrived in the city. Â
By the time youâve finished dinner, the candles have almost burned out and you know where the evening is headed as you both start to scurry off to your bedroom.Â
Ada:
Ada is probably the most relaxed of all the Shelby bunch when it comes to special occasions. This is Ada weâre talking about. Sheâs also probably the most sane of the bunch, so she knows how to act like a normal person.Â
She doesnât need anything big or fancy as a gift or some elaborate plan to make her fall head over heels.Â
A day in the park, with Karl holding both your hands as you walk to the duck pond, is enough to make her look at you with utter adoration in her eyes. She loves how well you both get on, becoming a little family of you own.Â
Itâs why itâs no surprise you all have dinner together, with Karl helping to serve you as your two favourite people spoil you rotten. You normally eat together most days, even if Karl doesnât normally wear a suit or call you âmadameâ every time he passes you something like a mini waiter.Â
Ada smirks at the sight, informing you itâs all Karlâs idea - as is the card he thrusts upon you.
âI made the card myself!â
âYou did? Wow, Karl. Look how amazing it is. I love the glitter on the heart.âÂ
âI knew you would. Mum didnât think so but I won.â
The look Ada gives you makes you want to laugh until you cry as you clearly sense the frustration she must have suffered in the pursuit of Karlâs artistry. It also explains why youâve been finding glitter everywhere all week.Â
âWell, I love it. Thank you - both.â
You press kisses to both of their cheeks, grinning as Ada purred something about giving you her card later once Karlâs in bed. Youâre eager to return the favour, impatient to give her your own card and gift.Â
Itâs a framed photo of you all, taken one day when youâd all been at the local fair.Â
The sight of it is enough to make Ada watery eyed as she gives you yours, watching as you unwrap it and gasp in delight.Â
The book is the next in a series youâd recently started and fallen in love with. However, you were pretty sure it wasnât supposed to be released yet.Â
âWhat can I say? Perks of having a librarian girlfriend with exclusive access to advanced copies weâre supposed to be holding on to until next month. I borrowed one and Iâm sure they wonât notice.âÂ
âAda Shelby. You stole a book for me?â
âBorrowed. Not stole.âÂ
You donât care, too overwhelmed to do anything other than kiss her passionately.Â
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The Last Phoenotopia Blog Update
(Date 2021 MAR 01)
I debated how to open this blog post, but perhaps the main crux of this blog post is the best place to start. The blog is being retired.
The purpose of this blog was to be a "development" blog for Phoenotopia, and well, Phoenotopia's development is done. I'll still be doing bug fixes and maintenance on the PC and Switch versions, and playstation and xbox ports are underway (by a publisher). But I'm not going to be making any more major changes to the game. At some point, you put the paintbrush down and say it's done. Blemishes and all.
Recent Events
The game launched on Steam last month, and like any launch, it was hectic. Bugs Galore. This is our first commercial PC launch, so it was a real baptism by fire. Unlike Switch's one configuration, the PC has multiple configurations and factors to account for. The game needed to be able to handle multiple control schemes, screen resolutions, refresh rates, and more! I had a 60Hz monitor going into launch and didn't know anything about Hz (I do now). There was a troublesome stutter that some players were sensitive to that my whole team didn't notice since our eyes compensated it away. There were a few times where in fixing something at one party's behest, it introduced problems for another party. A few times, due to disorganization, I unwittingly rolled back a fix that was meant to be applied. For some, the game couldn't play at all (really glad Steam allows refunds).
It was messy. It was tiring. I.AM.BEAT.
I think the worst of it is over... I'll still be around to do the last updates and bug fixes, but I'm ultimately ready for what's next.
SO what is next?
What isn't next... is Phoenotopia 2. As you may have heard down the grapevine, the game couldn't be what you call successful. No one's earned even minimum wage on it.
Maybe there's hope in the game's long tail. A year or two down the line... maybe. I won't hold my breath though. At some point in the past few months, I finished processing (or grieving) and it's time to move on.
The game has at least earned enough for us to continue our modest operations. As long as we don't expand the team, and we don't take another monster six-year dev cycle like what Phoenotopia took, we can continue. We'll have to be smarter and faster. Perhaps the most valuable thing we gained from all this is experience.
The Experience
It is a dev blog. Here are some of the lessons I've accumulated from this game's development.
- Have a good menu design. Menus aren't just that in-between fluff before you get to the good stuff. Menus are KEY. Your menus need to be robust, expandable, and *understandable* (to you, the developer). Because once the game's out, you will invariably be asked to add more options. And if your menu design is bad, every time you have to add a new menu option, it becomes a whole new pain all over again. Support mouse from the get-go, etc.
- Focus on features that people will actually care about. For instance, I've never seen anyone praise the camera's zoom feature. In practice, people try that feature a few times and then never use it again. But that feature was a constant consideration factor for every level. Run through it multiple times to make sure the level didn't break, think about which zoom levels made sense, resize rooms because they worked at one zoom level but not the other, and so on.
- Don't do boxes that you can move around. Other 2D platformers avoid movable boxes because they're a huge headache to program and they really complicate the game space. Enemies need to respond to boxes you throw in their path and either navigate around or attack it. When you're moving the box, you have to worry about constantly changing your collision size and reconciling when the box gets snagged on the environment. The boxes were also a constant source of bugs because people can manipulate them to soft-lock themselves and more.
- More focused script. Phoenotopia's 100,000+ word script was panned more for being bloated than it was praised for being lengthy. Long scripts take a long time to write and make the game more unwieldy, increasing the costs of translation and upkeep. Every update we're addressing some textual error or mistranslation. There are some highly renowned games (e.g. Hyper Light Drifter) that do without a script at all!
- Be flashy! A bat and a lightsaber take the same amount of work to program, but the lightsaber will draw a lot more attention and interest.
- Slopes, surprisingly! Six years ago when I started, Unity was ill-equipped for 2D games. If you used the physics that Unity provided you'd have a really floaty character that wouldn't adhere to the slope when going downhill. There were a hundred different tutorials saying different things (use forces, use move position, use translation, etc). You can get rectangular collisions done in a day, but to do slopes took weeks. Meanwhile, games can actually get by fine without slopes. Most people won't even notice. Did you know the Phoenotopia flash game didn't have slopes? Neither does Hollow Knight or Rogue Legacy. You can save yourself a lot of work by avoiding slopes.
(big entities look weird on slopes. Bad slope!)
I could write enough little knowledge nuggets like this to fill a book! But I'd rather just make the next game.Â
So⊠what IS next?
As mentioned previously, it's not Phoenotopia 2. Pirate and I are mostly just tossing some ideas back and forth right now. We'll go silent for a year (or two). Our next game's scope will be more modest in some ways, more ambitious in others. It will definitely be more smartly designed. (There will be a map!)
We'll announce it when it's ready for the public. It might be necessary for us to do a kickstarter. I've tried to avoid kickstarters having been burnt on quite a few myself and also because I worry that mismanaging a kickstarter would earn the ire of backers.
But I did keep this blog regularly updated for six years. So I've gained some confidence in my abilities to at least manage a kickstarter well.
Is it really the last Phoenotopia Blog update though?
Okay, not really. There is some news that I'll need to announce, and this blog is one of the game's main outreach channels. Here are the events that will cause me to update the blog:
Announcing the launch of the xbox/playstation ports when they're ready
If a physical edition of the game happens
If a new language is getting introduced into the game (Korean is a high possibility)
When we're ready to talk about our next game
If (BIG IF) we begin development on a Phoenotopia sequel. I do want to do a sequel one day if we have the means and the demand is there.Â
Those updates will be more on a "when they happen" basis, rather than me reporting in every couple months.
Fan Art
As always, I'm very happy to see fanart of Phoenotopia. Major thanks again to Pimez for collecting all the artwork from the corners of the internet! Since this is the "last" blogpost, Sir Pimez can finally take a rest from collecting the fanart :P
ĂV made a series of pictures that tell a story. A Pooki is humanely sheared of its wool to create a hat. The Pooki is unharmed. Nice! Gotta love Gailâs expressions.
Amagoo Mazeru makes a stunning landscape shot of a full moon and shooting stars. Itâs a sharp and clear vector art. I like the faint glow of the moon and the fire and the subtle gradient in the night sky. Very skillfully done!
Hah hah. I got a chuckle out of this one. I imagine this is how Gail's enemies see her by the end of the game. CaESar made this image based on TerminalMontage's famous youtube videos. Nailed it!
CrownStar drew two pictures of Gail. I'm a big player of JRPGs, so the first shot instantly reminded me of Persona 4's art style. (Hmmm... Phoeonotopia as a JRPG... thereâs potential there...) Next, Birdy is shown carried off after her defeat. I really like Birdy's expression here - she just seems mildly uncomfortable.
There's a bit of a story behind the first image. As Firanka shares it, she wasn't able to defeat the Big Eye monster at the end of the flash game, so she believed a tall tale that what awaited after was a 6 armed Kobold boss. Hilarious! The second is a rendition of the lonely Anuri elder. A rare subject. The loneliness is portrayed well here. I feel lonely just looking at it!
Koo_chop draws the clash between Gail and Katash at the top of the towers. I really like this interpretation of the game's art style. Itâs faithful to the in-game graphics. And the lighting, from the glow of Gail's bat, to Katash's sword, and the lightning in the background... Amazing!
Lime Hazard shows Gail with a salute pose. Very appropriate for this occasion. I also like how there's a slight tilt in the angle that Gail is portrayed. Those dynamic angles are always hard to get right, and Lime Hazard pulled it off very skillfully. See you next mission!
Lyoung0J with a digital painting of Gail posed sitting on a rock. I like how it almost seems like she was caught in a candid moment - sheâs smiling, but also feeling self-conscious. Cute! The art style really pops, and I like how Gail is sporting what I call the old anime style nose.Â
MyUesrNameIsSh*t with a sketch of Gail performing a skillful slingshot. I like how Gail is depicted with her tongue out in a mischievous manner, the way all mischievous people with slingshots do.
Niitsu Kentaro returns with a 2021 Happy New Year picture. That happened didn't it? A New Year... Gail's pose gave me a chuckle with how she seems to be waving the bat around as casually as one would wave hello. And "Phoenotopiyear"... Well said! One day we'll have our Phoenotopiyear...
Ochan Nu breaks all records with a stunning NINE pictures in one session :O
There's so many goodies here. My favorite would be the one with Gail staring intently at the screen - it's like she's looking directly at you. You almost feel uncomfortable.
Next, there's an Animal Crossing villager dressed as Gail and sporting her pink hair. It even looks like a house Gail would live in. Gail is a connoisseur of the arts and likes Mona Lisa. Yes :)
There are various comics of Gail pointing out Gail's weird food habits. A picture of Fran looking really cool, and even Gail rocking a bathing suit. (bathing suit image linked here in case NSFW). Wow!
Pimez didn't just collect the arts, he creates them as well! This one, which he aptly named 'The Year 175' is a depiction of when the dragons invaded the towers as told by an elderly Daean woman. Great pixeling skills! I got a good chuckle from the ice dragon leaving with its stuff slung over its shoulder.
Quo made a stunning picture of Gail playing the flute surrounded by the 5 musical notes and the Phoenix logo behind her. The theme seems to be "fire" and it works really well. Gail herself looks awesome depicted in her red suit - it's like she's leading a marching band!
Rai Asuha depicts Gail in the late game with her red suit, and night star bat, and holding a lamp. She looks ready for adventure! I really like the white outline here and Gail's poofy shoulders here - the art style feels reminiscent of Final Fantasy Tactics.
Seri also draws Gail bearing her late game equipment. Unique to Seri's drawing is how all of Gail's equipment is accessible from a pocket on her shirt. I also like how Gail is depicted with her lucky earrings - that accessory is often forgotten.
Treedude depicts Gail with a bat and wearing a funny smirk. She looks like she's ready to hurt someone!
Warotar returns with everyone's favorite Great Drake, Bubbles! It seems so happy to be featured!
I'm really grateful for all the fanart this game has received. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Closing Notes
Pirate drew a picture to mark the occasion. It shows Gail enjoying a hot chocolate with marshmallows and a pumpkin muffin. A rest well-earned...
Goodbye! Until next time!
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Hello there! May I please get a Bungou Stray Dogs, Obey Me, Into The Spider-verse, Jojoâs Bizarre Adventure, and Monster Prom matchup? Iâm an ENFJ-T, Leo, 2w3, demifemale whoâs bisexual with male preference. Personality wise, Iâm very kind, funny, friendly, intelligent, and honest. Itâs easy for me to connect with people from various backgrounds even if theyâre different from my background. Not a lot of people can connect with me on an deep level though. However, those that want to really know me, I do stick with them and Iâm loyal for life. I can be stubborn though, and at times Iâm melodramatic, emotional, critical of others, over sensitive (especially to criticism), and perfectionistic. Sometimes I have a really hard time verbally communicating with people because of my neurodivergent tendencies (adhd and autism) so I often get more frustrated and impatient too. Iâm really hard on myself sometimes, a lot more than the average person, and it usually gets worse when people treat me badly due to past childhood trauma. I have anxiety and depression too, but Iâm slowly learning to accept my multiple disabilities as a part of me instead of who I am. Iâm pretty good with using both my head and my heart when Iâm making a decision. You could say Iâm an emotional thinker. I also try hard to be more kinder to myself when needed. I take alternative medications, sleep in on occasion, eat my favorite food, and sometimes take a warm bubble bath to really help with self love. I also try to implement healthy boundaries when I want something like occasional solitude or I speak up when someone takes advantage of me. Iâm all about self improvement, and I hope I keep progressing along as a better person. đ
Hobby wise, Iâm very much into the traditional and performing arts. I love to draw, paint, dance, cook and bake, play guitar, and sing. Lots of people say I have a powerful and emotional singing voice, and I often bring people to tears from it. Iâm also really into researching specific topics on the internet related to my special interests. Put me in a trivia game, and Iâll bet you I can really blow you away with how much I know too! đ I love exercising and doing various workouts that include building my strength and increasing flexibility. I especially love yoga, tai chi, and meditation. I love animals, and animals in a sense (mostly cats and dogs) love me since they easily gravitate towards me and let me pet them. Finally I can say Iâm a pink, pastel loving, magical girl item collecting enthusiast! I collect tons of cute Sailor Moon merchandise, but use it for practical purposes such as stationary or umbrellas. đ
I think thatâs all I can say about myself. If you decide to do this matchup Iâd be really grateful for that. Honestly you sound like such a genuine person and Iâm glad I came to your inbox. Have a great day! đđđđđđ
BSD: Atsushi!
- Atsushi would enjoy your kind and friendly nature. He attaches to people who he perceives as kind more quickly than others. It's also great that you can connect with people who have different backgrounds- Atsushi's childhood is certainly not something that most people can claim they've also been through, so your empathy and understanding would mean a lot to him. He's also quite loyal, and very determined, so he would try his best to continue to get to know you even if you're a bit closed off.
OM: Beel!
- Beel is also extremely loyal to those he loves, even when he disproves and is ashamed of their actions, he would never abandon them. Your own loyal tendencies would mean a lot to him, as that's such a big part of what's important to him. He's also patient (unless food is involved) and kind, so he'd be so sweet to you when you're having trouble communicating and would do everything he could to make it easier for you-he'd also rarely ever get upset with you in most situations.
SV: Peter B.!
- Peter also struggled quite a bit with his own bouts of depression and anxiety over his loved ones getting harmed due to him, so he'd be very understanding of your own struggles. You two could get stronger together as you lean on each other for support sometimes! He'd also respect your logical yet still emotional way of thinking as well-sometimes he gets way too into his own head to make rational decisions.
JJBA: Bruno!
- Your attempts at self-care would make Bruno really happy, and he'd love to help you do so if you needed it. Taking care of his partner is one of his favorite things to do, and it honestly relaxes him quite a bit. He'd also be extremely respectful about your personal boundaries-he's mature, and if he was feeling upset about anything, he'd be sure to have an open discussion about it. He'd be perfectly content with the way that you are already if he's your partner, but he'd certainly encourage self-improvement if it isn't because of unhealthy insecurity. He's also quite interested in theater and would be happy to take you with him.
MP: Liam!
- Liam prides himself on his creativity, so a partner like you that wears so many hats would really interest him-though it'd be a bit hard to tell at first. You'd often catch him behind the curtains if you're practicing your singing-it'd be hard for him to stay away from listening to it. Your intelligence, even if it's applied to things like trivia, would attract him as well.
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Kei Fujiwaraâs name is hardly recognizable to most fans of Japanese cinema despite her crucial role in director Shinya Tsukamotoâs early cult classics. As Tsukamotoâs âright handïżœïżœ woman in the 1980s, Fujiwara became closely involved in his underground theater troupe, Kaijyu Theater, and contributed to the productions of the experimental and DIY films The Phantom of Regular Size (1986), The Adventures of Denchu Kozo (1987), and Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989). Her credits include actress, cinematographer, prop artist, makeup artist, and set-designer (her apartment was used as a primary set). She also engineered Tetsuoâs iconic phallic drill.
Born in Kumamoto in 1957, Fujiwara moved to Tokyo in her early twenties and discovered theater troupe director JĆ«rĆ Kara, who became her mentor. After a decade, she created her own troupe called Organ Vital, which underwent a series of evolutions but remains her life work. Her new project this year is Ibunkitan, a form of micro-nomadic theater, whose kanji characters mean âstrange-listen-machine-story.â A private person now living in the reclusive mountains of Nagano, Fujiwara rarely gives interviews, but seemed excited to talk about her rarely discussed directorial debut, Organ (1996).
An avant-garde exploration of violence, pain and pleasure with an operatic amount of coagulated blood and extrasomatic body horror, Organ follows two detectives after they break into an organ harvesterâs warehouse and collide with yakuza gangsters, a drugged doctor, and his eye-patch wearing sister Yoko, played by Fujiwara herself, who also produced and wrote the film. A cherished work among hardcore fans of Japanese cult cinema, Organ is still ripe for rediscovery. The filmâs offerings of a full-bodied sensorial experience and an abusive questioning of cruelty prove tirelessly relevant.
Fujiwaraâs work was recently revived at FFFest in New York City with a double feature of Tetsuo: The Iron Man and Organ. Fujiwara prepared a special statement that was shared as an introduction. Following the screening, we had the opportunity to speak to the artist about her life, practice, and ideals in more depth. The conversation was held over the phone in Japanese.
NOTEBOOK: Is Ibunkitan a new Organ Vital?
KEIÂ FUJIWARA: Yes, itâs a new Organ Vital. When I was young, I lived in the rural area. I always just read theater but never had the opportunity to see state-of-the-art theater. When I was in high school, I was always reading, and I picked up an Antonin Artaud book that featured this French term. It meant the vessels of life. When translated to English, Iâm told it just becomes, âvitals of organ,â or something, but in Japanese it is called gozĆroppu and to me signifies the corporal. Thatâs the name of my theater company, and it has always been that for me. Born into this three-dimensional world with bodies, we sense and express. Thatâs whatâs interesting in life. Ibunkitan can be done in a very small space. Weâve done it in temples, in the corner of a shop, in salons. Our first performance was in March, and weâre planning to do another in November. We've been invited to perform my new Jomon-inspired piece in a live-house in the mountains in Nagano, so weâre preparing some woodwork for that now.
NOTEBOOK: You were working in Shinya Tsukamotoâs Kaijyu Theater production between working with JĆ«rĆ Kara?
FUJIWARA: JĆ«rĆ Kara, my mentorâwhen I was in JĆkyĆ Gekijo [Situation Theatre], he took a liking to me and wrote roles for me. A lot happened, and Kara said he would make a new troupe with me, but I had other plans, so I left once, and he said, âAs my mentee, you can leave but wait for me to come get you.â Thatâs when I went to work with Shinya Tsukamoto on his plays and films. It was after Tetsuo: The Iron Man [1989] that Kara started the new troupe âKara-gumiâ and I returned to work with him.
NOTEBOOK: How was it that you began working with Tsukamoto?
FUJIWARA: I had just left Kara and after a while a friend said that Tsukamoto was looking for someone to act in his plays. He was Tsukamotoâs classmate and an actor, and he made the introduction. I found Tsukamoto interesting and talented. So, I began working diligently as his right hand after that.
NOTEBOOK: I wanted to ask you about Tsukamotoâs 1987 film, The Adventures of Denchu Kozo.
FUJIWARA:Â Denchu Kozo and Tetsuo were actually both shot in my apartment where I was living at the time. You know all those cats? I couldnât rent a normal apartment, so I had to live in a cheap nagaya tenement house on the verge of getting demolished. I just needed a place to live that permitted pets. Denchu Kozo and Tetsuoâs interior shots are all at my place.
NOTEBOOK: Are the scenes projected in the TV monitor in Tetsuo from Denchu Kozo?
FUJIWARA: Yes. Theyâre from Denchu Kozo.
Above: Organ
NOTEBOOK: What turned you onto making Organ, if you were always only interested in theater?
FUJIWARA: That was because of my experience filmmaking with Tsukamoto. It prepared me for how arduous it would be. Theater is an impermanent art, and thatâs why itâs such a luxurious art form. But film is like capturing a world in a crystal ball. The joy of creating film is like making your own universe. My staff members at the timeâ six men other than myselfâwere all talented, and I thought, âEveryoneâs here, why donât I just make it?â So, all the staff also became the actors, and thatâs how we started filming. But it was so difficult at first. We used the atelier space we had and reformed it over and over and shot it like that. It was time-consuming. It became the warehouse set, the school set. It kept on transforming. We did it all in the same space.
NOTEBOOK: That seems like a very theatrical way of using space.
FUJIWARA: Yes.
NOTEBOOK: But first, you started writing it?
FUJIWARA: Yes, I first started writing it. Iâm actually not very good at planning. I just think that if I put my mind to it, I can make it happen. So I wrote the script, and had the staff pool in their savings. Between the seven of us we had 200,000 yen, so I thought, âGreat, if we have 200,000 yen and one reel of film is 5,000 yen, and even if we bought lights, we can make 30 minutes of footage.â As for the equipment, there are countless aspiring-filmmaker boys who have camera equipment lying around collecting dust, so we borrowed from them. As for the set, we were all used to making it for our theater. We were good at foraging free stuff to make things. That warehouse set in the beginning of Organ was made with an extremely cheap budget. Then we started filming. All those organs in that scene were worked from what was supposed to be our dinner for the day [laughs]. We used real food. We took some gelatin- and konjac-noodles and thought, âThis can look like veins!â
NOTEBOOK: And then you had it for dinner?
FUJIWARA: Well, we ended up not being able to, because it was covered in fake blood! It was all about how little money we could spend and still make something, which was a valuable lesson for me.
NOTEBOOK: Youâve mentioned the Kenji Miyazawa poem, Ame ni mo makezu1.
FUJIWARA: Yes, I just really like Kenji Miyazawa. I like the way he thinks, and his philosophy. Heâs a Buddhist, and as I havenât studied Buddhism properly, I cannot say for sure, but I think his seimeikan, or view of life, is on par with that of Osamu Tezuka. Osamu Tezuka and Kenji Miyazawa are two gods with the same perspective regarding seimeikan. No matter how great their art is, Yoshihide Otomo and Hayao Miyazaki can never reach Osamuâs level. Osamuâs core is love. Thereâs only love. The way they think about life is totally different. I was reading manga before I was literate [laughs]. I like Osamu Tezuka, but also Sanpei Shirato. And in my teens, I liked Daijiro Morohoshi. Heâs an extremely interesting person.
NOTEBOOK: Do you think that your films need to be discovered?
FUJIWARA: They need to lock in perfectly with someoneâs desire to watch it, or else watching it has no meaning. It just appears as a confusing, grotesque film.
NOTEBOOK: Please tell us about your make up and special effects.
FUJIWARA: Since Tetsuo, my method is always the same. I donât have any background knowledge of special effect makeup. I just have a gut feeling of what can and canât be used. Tsukamoto had these drawing storyboards for Tetsuo, like the steel body and the drill penis. For the latter, Tsukamoto just wanted to make something simple and said it would be enough if we could just pretend like it was moving, but I thought it would only be interesting if it actually moved. I didnât have any hi-tech skills, so I thought, âThatâs it!â I took the nearest working electric fan, dissembled it down to its core, used all the rubber and tape I had at home, sprayed it up and got it to go, vroom [laughs]! It was the same for Organ. I used household products, mostly kitchenware.
Above: Organ
NOTEBOOK: What about your cinematography?
FUJIWARA: I had no background knowledge. The first time I started shooting was on Tsukamotoâs set. A lot of people who graduated film school and wanted to help were there, but Tsukamoto didnât trust any of them. Just because you have technique doesnât mean you can shoot well. He thought that the person wielding the camera needs a certain amount of power, of energy. So I, who had never touched a camera in my life, was given the camera and told where to press to get it rolling, and shot all of the scenes Tsukamoto was in.
NOTEBOOK: Do you still shoot with a camera lately?
FUJIWARA: Rarely.
NOTEBOOK: As the occasion for this screening was FFFest, Female Filmmakers Festival, could you comment about your experience as a female filmmaker?
FUJIWARA: Something men donât haveâthere are two types: female filmmakers who focus their perspective on their immediate surroundings and daily lives, and those who focus on creating a worldview from the even more intimate bodily perspective. Thatâs whatâs a little different from male filmmakers. Even in theater, most female directors write familial narratives, although I donât [laughs].
NOTEBOOK: The podcast Ladies Horror Night, on the occasion of this screening, recorded an episode that raised the question of why you, a female filmmaker, didnât include more female characters. Iâm not sure about this pressure for female filmmakers to represent female subjects, as I think thereâs power in the female filmmaker re-writing the male-centric story. Can you speak on this and how you came to write the police story in Organ?
FUJIWARA: When I think about seimeikanâour view of lifeâit appears to me that the moral judgment of good versus bad is not something universal, but just a rule that protects our lifestyle in society. Itâs a regulation. We make regulations to protect ourselves. That takes the form of âgoodâ and âevil.â But thatâs not the good and evil that holds ground in nature. Animals kill other animals for their own predation, right? Humans, too, in the context of war, can kill other humans and become heroes. The concept of zen-aku, or the notion of good and evil, is just a societal regulation. The police represent upholders of this regulation. And then there are those who defy this regulation, who lie in a realm completely different from this conventional morality. Organ is a clash between these two groups. Thatâs how I formed the police narrative. As for why there are few female characters, well⊠In the case of females, expressing them requiresâfor many, not allâa focus on the micro world, the micro perspective, that is, if you pay attention to their priorities. In other words, if you have a goal and you want to finish something, but she says she needs to take a bath at this certain time and cannot participate, thereâs nothing you can do. In my theater, only men can keep up with me. Because of this standpoint, if a woman were to express a woman, she would need to create a micro world. But when describing a police story, a macro worldview, the direction would lose focus.
NOTEBOOK: It would become more internal?
FUJIWARA: Right. Thatâs why there arenât as many female characters. But the wife of Numata represents the reality for women. And also the female teacher who approaches the criminal but gets killed. Woman participated in this way. But itâs hard for them to take leading parts for the narrative. Itâs hard to let them be there and have their perspective be represented, because their perspective is in a different dimension.
NOTEBOOK: What about the character you play, Yoko?
FUJIWARA: Yoko is outside of that realm. Sheâs an outlier. She doesnât represent family or the household or the joy of daily life, because she didnât enjoy any of those things. Thatâs why she can exist there.
NOTEBOOK: How did you direct your actors in Organ, was it different from how you usually direct them in theater?
FUJIWARA: Itâs the same. The only direction I gave them in Organ was that they only get one shot. I donât give actors multiple takes. If thereâs a camera or equipment problem that requires another take or two, Iâll do it. But I wonât do it for the actor. The actor has one chance, the take. But, on the offhand that the actor makes a mistake and requires a take two, I tell them they need to buy their own film roll. That was the rule. So, no one ever made a single mistake. They were all dead serious, completely focused. Theyâre all broke and have no money to buy film.
NOTEBOOK: In that sense itâs theatrical.
FUJIWARA: Right, and I had one actress tell me that that it was brilliant. She said, âI do lots of work for TV and film, but everyone is so lukewarm and they do take after take, and think about it so leniently. But thereâs none of that here. The one take is the real thing.â
NOTEBOOK: So, that urgency was good for the actors?
FUJIWARA: Right. They said they couldnât afford to buy their own film.
NOTEBOOK: If you give theater actors the same direction for film, how does that work? The performances in Organ donât come off as exaggerated; I doubt a viewer without knowing would assume they are all theater actors.
FUJIWARA: Thereâs no difference. In theater, my scripts are like music scores. The lines come out and dance, modulate, sing, calling on the innate sensation playing the instrument that is yourself on stage. The actor, with this music-score-as-script, has a multitude of possibilities of how to play it. In film, the scripted character is a part of the environment. They are simply material for the scene. I didnât need to explain this to them, they naturally just became materials for the scene.
Above: Organ
NOTEBOOK: Thatâs a good transition into my next question: can you talk about your music and sound design direction?
FUJIWARA: Music is difficult. What I say doesnât get across, because I was working with new people. They hadnât even seen any of my theater. I like German bands, something strong and hard. But even if they mimic the Germans, the Japanese canât avoid making music that doesnât sound soft and weak. One day I said, âMake it more powerful, something that alludes to the power of nature, more animalistic and sturdily-built,â and they said, âOkay.â The demo they brought to me literally had animal sounds, like elephants wailing and dogs barking, and I was like, ââŠThatâs not what I meantâ [laughs]. It didnât get across. But there were some interesting sound bites that I could use. But Japanese band musicians canât get over their own softness. I think what they have is different.
NOTEBOOK: So youâre not happy with the results?
FUJIWARA: Well, Iâm the type of person that thinks, que sera, sera. So I wasnât satisfied, butâŠ
NOTEBOOK: Youâve mentioned that you a very easily scared person. But in Tetsuo and Organ, your characters say, âI wonât be afraid.â How do you interpret this difference?
FUJIWARA: When I came to Tokyo in my twenties, the first theater directors I met said theyâd never met anyone as weak and sensitive as myself. They didnât think I could live on a few years longer, much less do theater, and that I might find myself drugged up in a brothel in the near future. Kara was the only person that ever said to me that I was the strongest person heâd met. In other words, the fear and strength that I have appears to others as a weakness that can barely withstand life, but itâs just my highly sensitive nature they see. In actuality, Iâm very strong. I feel very easily, so that seems weak, but my capacity for empathy is just very large. I feel othersâ pain and sadness so strongly that I throw up thinking about them. Thatâs why I donât watch TV or read the newspaper. Or else I would be crying all day [laughs].
NOTEBOOK: Watching Organ feels like youâre making the audience feel this extreme pain you describe.
FUJIWARA: Yes, thatâs the result of the film. My second film, ID [2005], is even more so.
NOTEBOOK: In addition to fear and pain, pleasure is another large theme. After the screening, someone told me your film was grotesque but something about it was so pleasurable. How do you maintain that balance?
FUJIWARA: I think humans, in order to live, canât cut those away from existence. If you deny desire, youâre not human. The existence of such things causes our misery, too. Thus, desire and slaughter are inescapable. My fear and sorrow regarding this, and my questioning what are they anyway. Thatâs what I wanted to portray.
NOTEBOOK: Whatâs interesting about your portrayal of violence is that Yoko uses the gun as a weapon but doesnât shoot from it. The one time she tries to shoot at her father, it wasnât loaded. She mostly hits with it.
FUJIWARA: When I act a role, it needs to be real for me to imagine it. I canât shoot a gun just like that. I need to feel it. Whenever I do something I feel a corporal build-up that canât just be released by shooting away.
NOTEBOOK: Shooting it would be too easy?
FUJIWARA: An action needs to be taken. The body and the heart are connected. Itâs not that easy.
NOTEBOOK: What was the biggest challenge in shooting Organ?
FUJIWARA: The most difficult challenge was the first scene, in the warehouse. When the doctor and yakuza fend off the police while trying to dissect the man. That shoot was in the middle of summer, but we had to close off the warehouse because it was a night scene. It was hot, smelly, only men, and everyoneâs body odor was suffocating the room. That was really difficult. At the time there were seven of us, and now there are three of us, just Takahashi, Mori and I. In Organ, all the actors take on multiple roles. Whenever they werenât onscreen they were doing lights or shooting. We shot it scene by scene in order. I remember towards the end of the film, during the scene in the tunnel, when my role Yoko comes in on a bike and thereâs a fighting scene, we couldnât get a permit to shoot. We were able to shoot outside the tunnel on the road but not inside. But I badly wanted to shoot inside so we went at midnight, and the characters got all bloody and we were shooting, and the police came. They thought it was a real yakuza fight and took off the safety on their pistols and were about to shoot at us. We thought we were done for. The character Yasuda, who later falls into the ditch and gets stabbed with a Japanese sword, was responsible for getting the permits and he had all the documents on him. So, he came out from the ditch all bloody and with a sword in him, screaming, âWeâre shooting a film!â terrifying the police even more. While he was negotiating with them we finished shooting the scene. The police just told us to be safe and left, but it was all thanks to him for putting his life on the line. We really thought we were going to get shot. Usually film shoots have large crews and itâs obvious, but in our case, all the crew were also the actors, so it was hard to tell, and the lights were hidden.
NOTEBOOK: What about the camera?
FUJIWARA: Yes, but it was a small 16mm Scoopic, and the police were so focused on the bloody actors they didnât notice it. The police were terrified, but it was a great location and I just needed to shoot there no matter what.
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