#as for the loli thing well. um. uh. ignoring that for now

[daz4i]

btw yesterday i found out that the guy who stayed to talk abt bsd and classic jpn lit and granrodeo after my beta is actually. apparently. the ceo of the organization that runs these cons. alright cool

[addictofsupernatural]

OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 1

Starting Today, You Are a Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n meets new people and fall into a whole new world.

Warning: mentions of past trauma

Word Count: 4.4k

Episode Masterlist

Nerve wracking. This was very nerve wracking. It was one thing to go to a school full of rich people, but it was another for it to be in a different country. Though you felt nervous, this was a giant step into a new life.

You had highlights dyed in your hair for a while now, but didn't know if the school allowed it, so you hid it up in a beanie with only your bangs peaking out. You also didn't know if they allowed crop tops, which was what you had on right now due to your unattended laundry, so you put a big sweater on to hide that as well.

Everyone stared at you. You expected nothing less, considering you weren't wearing a school uniform. You kept your head low and your mouth shut, though it was starting to bother you to have all those eyes on you for no reason. It's rude to stare.

After school you wanted to find a quiet place to study. All three of the huge libraries were noisy, for some reason, so you ventured into trying to find an empty room. There was a music room that looked uninhabited, so you opened the door.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club."

A gush of wind came and you stepped inside to see 6 guys standing there, greeting you.

"Oh." One of the twins said. "It's just a guy."

"Host Club?" You quietly asked. "Um, I'm sorry! I didn't know this place was occupied. Sorry."

You turned and reached for the handle, only for both twins to lean on each of your shoulders.

"You said sorry twice." The said in unison.

"I'll just leave now—"

"You must be the foreign honor student, Mr. Y/l/n."

You looked back at the boy with the glasses giving you a small smile. "I'll ignore the Mr part for now, but how did you know my name?"

The tall blonde one gasped. "You're the exceptional honor student from y/c?!"

"It's quiet interesting seeing a commoner with the audaciousness to come here." The guy with glasses said.

"Commoner?" You repeated, taking in the name.

"You should feel lucky." He continued. It did do injustice for your nerves to hear that, but you tried to not let the innocently rude words effect you.

"So lucky." You sighed.

The blonde man rushed over to you and slung his arm over your shoulder. "I think it's wonderful for a commoner such as yourself to come and study us. It'll set an example for other commoners and you'll be a hero to all of them. Long live the poor!"

"Am I supposed to not find all of this offensive?" You asked as you ducked out of his arm.

That's when a small boy jumped onto you, causing you to instinctively catch him. While in your arms he could feel your hidden breasts against his head, which made him the second person in the room to catch on.

"Wow, y/l/n huh? That's a really weird last name. I like it though, it's interesting. I hope we can be friends from now! "You were honestly confused at to why there was a little boy here, so you gently ruffled his hair and put him down.

"That'd be nice." You sweetly said. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh. Who knew the honor student would be so openly gay?" The blonde man shrugged.

"What?" You asked, though you were ignored again.

"So then, which would you prefer?" He pulled your arm to each of the boys. "Is it the strong, silent type? The loli-shota type? The mischievous devils? The cool type?" He got extremely close and grabbed your chin, whispering, "Or maybe you'd like me."

You jerked yourself back, walking backwards as the twins and the blonde were walking towards you. "Please don't get so close when I don't even know you! I'll leave you all be now—"

You bumped into a table, and a vase fell and shattered as a result. "Now you've done it commoner." Said the twin with the higher voice. "That was a Renaissance vase."

"We were gonna sell that at the auction. The bidding was going to start at 8 million yen." Explained the other.

"8 mi..." Your voice was barely a whisper as you looked at the shattered glass. You then began to internally panic, causing words to just spew out. "Oh my gosh okay okay I am so so sorry I should've expected something like this cause of my luck and it's just like me to be a screw up and–" you let out a deep breath before scrunching up your nose and turning to them. "I need to pay you back."

"With what money?" The twins said.

"Holy crap this is bad." You began shaking your leg. "Okay, what do I do then?"

"Well Tamaki, what do you think we should do?" The glasses guy asked, still giving you a small smile.

"There's an old saying that we should all live by! When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"I'm in rich territory, does that mean I need to do as the rich people do?" You asked, being unconsciously sarcastic.

He chose to ignore you and go on. "Since you don't have any money, you will have to pay us back with your body!"

"Can you please rephrase that—"

"Starting today, you are the host club's dog boy!"

It all happened so fast, and next thing you knew you were coming back from the store with their grocery items. Was this going to be hell? When you got back, you thought about the club while walking in the halls. It was their job to make women happy. That probably meant you would have to put on a brave smile.

"Hey there, little piglet. Did you get everything on our list?" Tamaki senpai smiled at you.

Brave face. "Yup, everything you asked for sir." You smiled brightly.

His eyes widened, and he zoomed over to you to pull you into a crushing hug. "Aww, you're too adorable!"

"Please let go!"

"Why? I'm not done hugging you yet!"

"I don't..." You looked around for help. "Mori senpai! Help me please!"

He made eye contact with you before swooping in and picking you up. You clung to him out of panic. Why would anyone smother strangers like that?

Mori senpai let out an inaudible gasp. He was now the third person who figured it out. "Uh, Mori senpai," Tamaki said. "Don't you think that was a little much?"

"No." He said, putting you down.

"Thank you." You said sweetly. He nodded and went back.

"Wait, doggo," Tamaki called to you, picking up the grocery bag. "What's this?"

"Just what it looks like. Coffee." You said as you walked over to him. "And I have a name."

"I've never seen coffee like this before." He ignored you again as he sat down on a couch.

"Are those the ones where it already has the beans grounded up for you?" Kaoru asked.

"No, it's instant coffee." You said.

"It's... Instant?" Some girls asked.

"Wait a minute, I've seen this before!" Tamaki widened his eyes. "It's commoner's coffee! They don't have time to make it themselves so they use this and it magically appears."

Someone watching this quietly asked, "Commoners don't have time to ground their own coffee?"

"Why is everybody staring?" You asked before sighing. "Nevermind. If you want I'll go back and buy a more expensive brand. Sorry."

"No no, let's keep it." The whole crowd gasped. "I think I'll try it." Another gasp. "I'm going to drink this coffee!" Everybody began clapping. "Y/l/n~ this coffee won't make itself~"

"I guess that's my cue." You said to yourself.

"Wait, commoner," Hikaru said.

"What's up with that ugly outfit?" Kaoru asked. "Can you not afford a school uniform?"

You giggled. "Do I look someone who can afford a school uniform?" They giggled again. "I'm used to public schools, so I wore a random shirt. I don't know if it fits this school's standards though." The twins heard your giggle, and we're now also figured it out. "I've actually been meaning to ask, is there a rule against dyed hair?"

"Dyed hair? No." Kaoru said.

"Oh good," you sighed. "Cause I have some highlights."

"Then what about your shirt?" Hikaru asked.

"It's a crop."

"A crop?" The twins asked in unison.

"Come to think of it," Kyoya spoke up. "Nobody ever asked you what your first name is."

You took off your beanie and let your hair down. You then took off your sweater and put it on top of your bag in the corner.

"It's y/n. Y/n y/l/n." You then walked over as everybody remained silent. "Thank you Kyoya senpai. Nobody else actually cared about my name. Means a lot." You smiled.

"Of course, now it's time to go make the coffee."

"Yes sir." You made it while everybody else remained silent. Tamaki couldn't take it anymore, and exploded.

"You're a girl?!" He barked.

"Yeah?"

"Why would you hide that?!"

"I wasn't trying to, and you shouldn't treat someone different because of that either way." You then turned to everyone else. "Coffee's done. Time for me to get back to work."

"But–but—"

"Tamaki, we still have guests to entertain." Kyoya reminded. He shook out of it and began flirting again, and you took this as an opportunity to start with your other chores. You began to clean up some plates and tea cups as everybody fussed over the coffee.

"Oh Tamaki, you've taken the joke too far. You have a delicate taste, your pallet can't stomach that crap. It's obvious you're just doing it to please her." You looked over to a very pretty girl, sipping her tea. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just talking to myself."

"Of course ma'am. Would you care for any more food or drinks?" You quietly asked.

"No, you can leave now." You smiled and nodded, walking away with a bad feeling about that girl.

You were then cleaning up the coffee cups, watching other girls become fascinated with it. As you cleaned up they stopped to look at you. "Oh, you're the commoner honor student right?" One asked.

"Yup. Did you ladies enjoy the coffee?"

"Very much so. It did not taste poorly, and it was surprising to see how quick it was to make."

"Well, us commoners are always in a hurry to keep up with our bills." They giggled, though you didn't realize you were being funny. "Anyways, I'm glad I got to share my poorness with you."

The giggled again. "You're so funny y/n."

"Thank you. It's sweet of you not to call me a dog." You said, grinning afterwards. "And wow I never thought I'd say that."

They giggled again. "Are you enjoying Ouran Academy?"

"Hell yeah, it's awesome! Who knew there can be so many buildings in a building!"

"You have an interesting way of speaking." One laughed out.

"Well I didn't think so until I got to a whole different country. I totally forgot about the whole bowing to people thing when I left y/c. We don't do that there."

"Oh my goodness, really?!"

"Yeah, you have no idea—"

"Y/n, Honey senpai spilled." Hikaru called out. "Come and clean it."

"Oh, I have to go. It was nice talking to you ladies." You then hurried over there.

They then went back to their hosts. "What were you all talking about?" Tamaki asked one girl.

"Not much, just talking." She said. "It was very fun and pleasant."

"I wish we could've talked more." Another girl said.

"She's coming by." The third girl tried to say quietly.

"Y/n, come over here." Tamaki said. As you walked over his eyes ventured down to your opening stomach. "I heard you had quiet the chat with some ladies."

"Yup, I thought it was a very nice little talk." You said, smiling at them.

He grabbed you and crushed you into a hug again. "Your smile is so cute! You need to learn how to be more girly! Now promise me you won't wear any more of those dirty poor boy clothes."

"First of all, personal space please! Second, those clothes are comfy. And crop tops aren't for dirty boys."

"That's debatable." Tamaki murmered and blushed.

"Y'know, we think it looks pretty cute." The twins said against your shoulders.

"See? Hikaru and Kaoru aren't judging me on how I look." You hugged each of them at their side. They then both blushed out of surprise, not that you noticed.

"Don't trust those shady twins! They just want to take advantage of you." He then grabbed you back, nuzzling up against your cheek. "You know what, why don't you two make yourselves useful and grab an appropriate school uniform for my little girl."

"Little girl?" You asked, pushing him back a bit.

"Of course! We're a family after all, and now you're my little girl!"

"That's weird." He then suddenly started sulking in the corner, to which you felt bad about. You went over to him and sat on the floor next to him. "I'm sorry if I made you upset. I'm actually glad that friendship is that important to you. It's not often you still see that, and I'm happy to be a part of it."

His eyes began to shine. "Do you really think so?!"

"Sure!"

"Aww, you're so cute!" He squished your cheeks.

"Uh, boss." Kaoru said.

"The female uniforms were still in the process of being made, so all they had were male uniforms." Hikaru explained.

"Oh, that's actually better for me." You said. "I'm not much for dresses." You then took the outfit and went to the changing room to put it on. You came out without the blazer, the tie being loose, and the top button being undone. "Are you sure I can keep this?"

"Well the tailoring was messed up so they were gonna throw it away." Kaoru explained.

"Oh, perfect." You smiled.

"No, not perfect!" Tamaki popped up in front of you. "WHY WON'T YOU WEAR FEMALE CLOTHING?!"

"Are you trying to say I don't look good in these clothes?" You teased.

"Wha– noo~" His eyes began to tear up. "I never said that!"

"So you were thinking it."

"I WASN'T THINKING THAT AT ALL! Please y/n, I think you're beautiful, I swearr~"

You began giggling. "Senpai, I'm just teasing. I understand that you didn't mean that at all. It's okay."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "Really?"

"Sure." You said lightheartedly. You wanted to ruffle his hair from how much of a puppy he was acting like.

"Then why would you tease me like that?" More puppy dog eyes.

"If I'm staying the Host Club's dog until I graduate, I might as well have fun while being here." The twins were busy laughing on the ground, while everybody else watch you two. Nobody could make Tamaki like that except for Kyoya.

"She's so funny." A girl mumbled.

You patted Tamaki's shoulders. "Straighten up senpai. You still have an audience waiting."

"She's right you know." Kyoya said. He then happily sighed. "Okay everyone, back to work."

You wheeled around the tea, hearing someone whisper, "She's coming."

You stopped and smiled, furrowing your eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing, just that you don't react normally to Tamaki. No one has ever made him flustered like that before."

"Not only that." Another girl said. "You just seem so fun. It's like you don't give a care in the world. We're not used to people being so care free, so it's very fun."

"That's very sweet to hear. It's nice that you guys all care about whatever I ramble on about." You poured them all tea. "Maybe I should be a host too. I could tell stories and we could all hang out."

"That'd be very pleasant." One said as the other two nodded.

The red headed girl from earlier laughed. "How sweet of you three to make her feel good about herself. She seems like a person who needs to be praised."

"That was a little harsh Ayanokoji." One of them said.

They all looked at you frowning, but you didn't want them to pity you. You mustered up a smile. "More tea ma'am?"

"No, that'll be all. You can leave." She smiled as she sipped on her tea.

"Of course." You then walked away.

Kyoya heard everything. You passed by him, frowning and looking downward. "You mentioned being a host. It's an interesting notion, in it's own way."

"Don't worry Kyoya senpai, I know my place."

He didn't look back at you, only staring at his notebook. "Your place, huh."

"Would you care for anything?" You asked.

"Just some answers." He continued to write in his book. "What do you consider your 'place'?"

You chuckled. "Not here. I know how lucky I am to be here, and that I shouldn't push it. Especially after breaking something."

"I see. Well, I do like your suggestion of being a host." This gained the attention of Tamaki.

You had your back to him as you cleaned up a table. "I was joking."

"Yes, but most people seem to enjoy hearing you talk. It'll help gain money for your debt."

Tamaki flipped and landed right in front of you. "Why would you do that?! Don't tell me you're not interested in men?!"

"I didn't say I wasn't. I just think that these girls might also have fun by laughing and not just being flustered. Having someone to talk to can be refreshing."

His eyes began to sparkle again. "This could work! Having more females could get you in touch with your feminine side. Starting tomorrow, you are a host!"

The next day you were sitting on a couch with the three other girls you talked to yesterday with you. "So y/n, what was your life like before you came to Japan?"

"Oh, you guys don't really wanna hear about my boring life, do you?" You leaned back on the cushion. "I thought we could talk about you ladies."

"We're actually very intrigued by you. We all want to know more about your life."

"Yeah, it seems like you lived in a whole other world."

You grinned, looking around. "Well, this does feel like another world. It feels like a dream come true."

"Were you poor?" Someone blankly asked.

A few people turned around to listen in. You chuckled. "Yes. For a commoner, I was on the more poor side."

"You mean there's a poorer side?"

You chuckled again. "Yup. Instead of commoners, we like to call ourselves middle class. Or at least in y/c we were. There were those who had not bad jobs with not bad incomes, and there were others who actually struggled maintaining enough money to get by."

People began to stop talking and began listening in. "What were your parents then?"

You kept your smile on your face, but stared out the window. "My dad was a lazy asshole who never worked a day in his life, but I guess he didn't seem that way when my mom met him. My mom was an honest and hard working accountant. She used to say that he was nicer to her, sweeter, and not a lot of people were kind to women where she lived. She told me she thought he could make her happy."

They all listened intensely. Even Kyoya stopped writing, and watched you from his side view. You looked over the the three girls. You weren't used to having people really listening to you, but it did feel surprisingly nice. Like the weight on your chest was being lifted little by little.

"What happened?"

"It wasn't until she was pregnant with me when she realized it was all a lie. And it wasn't until after I was born when he showed her that he loved alcohol. He was angry when he drank, and he always drank. Mom got sick when I was about 6, and by that time being angry turned into being violent."

"Did he ever hurt you or your mom?" You looked her in the eyes, and she gasped, knowing the answer. You didn't answer that question.

"A few months later she passed, and I ran away the same day."

"Where did you go?"

You kept your voice steady and calm. "I was living in the streets. Stole from this liquor store to eat. The woman who owned the shop caught me, but she wasn't mad. She invited me into her apartment, fed me, bought me new clothes. She's good to me."

"Did you keep living with her?"

You nodded. "She called the cops on my dad before putting me into the foster system and becoming my new mother the right way. Took a few months before she could foster me, but she didn't hesitate to fill everything out and put down her name for a daughter."

"What happened after that?"

"I worked at her liquor store, made some friends, found out I was really good at learning things in school. Then I saw that there was an opportunity to go to a prestigious school in Japan. After seeing a lot of injustice in the neighborhood I lived in, I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. So I studied, learned Japanese, and when I got in Maria sold the liquor store and we moved here."

"Maria?"

"My second mother. The one who adopted me."

"I see. So you came here with her then?"

"Of course. We wouldn't abandon each other." You turned to them and smiled. "It's nice to know when you're wanted."

The three of them were in tears. "That's so sad." One said.

"Oh, no no no, don't be sad girls. It's fine, honestly! I'm happy that I found a new family, and I'm happy for being here. I don't like tears, so please don't cry for me. It makes me sad."

The three of them smothered you with a hug. "WE'LL KEEP SMILING FOR YOU Y/N!"

You giggled. "Thanks girls." You then looked around. "Has everybody been listening in?"

"No!" You heard from the twins. Everybody quickly turned away from you.

"Well that's very embarrassing. Thanks guys." You blushed and looked down. Tamaki pulled you away and gently grabbed your arms.

"Y/n, listen to me. I promise you that we will do our best to make you feel as comfortable as possible." You were going to answer, but you noticed something when you looked out the window. "What's wrong?"

"My stuff..." You frowned. "I'll be right back."

You ran outside to get your things. Your bag was thrown into a lake. As you ran you saw that princess, Ayanokoji. She gave you a side eye, and something told you to stop running.

"Oh, it's you." You didn't look back, and neither did she. "You can charm everybody with your words, but I hope you know that to Tamaki you'll always be a second class citizen."

You said nothing as you kept running. Once you got to the lake you took off your shoes and socks, rolling up your pants and going in to fish out your stuff. What you couldn't find was your wallet. That would be good money gone to waste.

"You've got some nerve running out on me." Tamaki said, watching you. "Hey, why are your items all wet?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just looking for my wallet. You can go back, I'll be there in a bit." You didn't notice him take off his socks and shoes until he got in as well. "What're you doing?"

"Helping you look."

"But you'll get all wet." You felt bad for making him do this.

"A little water never hurt anybody." You stopped what you were doing you watch him. "Besides, people are always telling me I'm dripping with good looks. Oh, I think we got something here." He showed you your wallet, though you just kept staring at him. "Why are you staring at me?" He then smiled. "You're not falling for me~ are you?"

You scoffed and smiled, grabbing your wallet from his hands. "You wish."

"By the way, how did your things end up in the pond?"

"Don't worry about it, let's just go back to the club."

Later that day, to your dismay, Princess Ayanokoji requested you. You politely asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she asked about you digging through the pond.

"I see, that must be terrible. I don't know what I'd have done if my bag got thrown into there." She then chuckled. "And you even got Tamaki to dig through that dirty lake water. Impressive."

"I don't see what's so impressive about it." You shrugged. "I suppose he's just a nice person who'd do that for people."

"You know it's just a little obsession with you. You're new and exciting, but pretty soon Tamaki will lose interest. I mean really, you're just another pretty face."

You frowned, looking into your tea cup. "Jealousy can make a beautiful face very ugly, don't you think?"

She widened her eyes before pushing the table to the ground, causing tea to spill on your lap, and slapped you in the face. "How dare you?! Someone help me, the commoner tried to steal my bracelet! Somebody do something!" The twins said nothing as the dumped water on her. "W...why did you do that?"

Tamaki pulled her up and into his arms. "Ayanokoji, I'm disappointed in you. You were the one you put y/n's bag in the pond, weren't you?"

"You don't know that!" She angrily said. "Do you have any proof that I did?!"

He sighed. "You're a beautiful woman Ayanokoji, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest. If it's one thing I know, it's that y/n isn't that kind of woman."

As she ran away crying, Kyoya handed you a girl's school uniform. "Since you got tea on your uniform. I know you wouldn't prefer a dress, but it's what we have, and it's better than a wet outfit."

"Yeah, thanks senpai."

You went into the changing room, putting on the dress. You were thankful for it being long. You didn't want anybody to the scars. You stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay. You sucked up the doubts and went out.

All the club members turned to look at you. Tamaki stared at you. "Y/n... wearing a... dress?"

"Senpai!" You walked over to Tamaki, taking his hands. "I forgot to say thank you for helping me find my wallet. I thought you were really cool today."

Tamaki's face then began to redden as you smiled.

---

Author's Note: Please comment and let me know if you liked it. I really want to keep this going and make fillers of my own.

AN #2: Also just ask if you want to be tagged in future stuff.

[amazingorangedangantrash]

The only ending everyone seems to ignore is v3 because it’s just... it’s just a mess.

How do feel about this game survivors? And do you think that everyone woke up from the simulator or tv show like sdr2 or only the survivors?

Hoo boy...

Honestly nonny, having only finished the dang thing yesterday I... don't know.

(I kinda went off into a spiel, so feel free to skip to the part where I talk about survivors and what I think happens next)

I understand the mixed response a LOT. I mean- I see what they were going for. The 4th wall break was cool, and the (sorta?) reappearance of past characters was pretty damn awesome. I like that the creators are definitely self aware- and there's a kind of 'learn to laugh at yourself' sort of thing.

On the other hand it can almost seem a little too mocking?

I get the whole yaknow. 'Fictional characters are aware they're fictional and rebel against their creators' thing but- like-?

As I mentioned before, thing is, Tsumugi is not us? We aren't exactly intentionally cruel? There's a BIG difference between the kind of fiction in our world and in their world.

What does Tsumugi call it? "Real fiction"?. Yeah- thing is- we don't have that. We don't have the technology for it, and I certainly hope we wouldn't abandon ethics for it either!!! We can't have 'real' fiction, because in our world, all fiction is fake! The closest you have is fiction about real people, perhaps, but- that's not even remotely the same thing?

So it does come across as a little... um- preachy.

We're supposed to represent the audience but... like- the audience fucking suck! What was that they said during the argument armament? "This guy should have died instead of Kaede!" Like- fucking hell. Imagine saying that to someone, who can HEAR you say it, and who's MURDER you could potentially watch unfold before your very eyes as a result of YOUR actions. I mean- look how empathetic some of us are to ACTUAL fictional characters. Could you imagine if we were in a similar situation to the outside world in V3???

Maybe it's because I keep imagining the v3 cast as like- sentient AI, instead of "just fiction". Because I can't imagine anyone being so sadistic or apathetic otherwise.

So uh- yeah. I don't... know how I feel about that. It's not- very satisfying?

With sdr2, the whole "none of this is real, the killing game is all a lie, you're in a fake world!" felt like a relief ! Whereas here it's more like- "what?? It's all fake? What the hell was the point then?!"

"Nothing matters!" vs "nothing matters..."

The whole HOPE VS DESPAIR, FUTURE VS PAST thing worked, because, well, it's something we can all understand. We have all felt hope and we have all felt despair. We've all, at some point in our lives, felt stuck in the past, unable to or scared to move on.

(Hey- some of us still feel like that now, even).

The first game was very simple- hope and despair. Still relatable, but fairly basic- effective to set up the foundation for the follow up.

The second game made things a little more complicated. Sometimes it's more complicated then just- choosing between Hope and Despair. We refuse to fall into Despair, but we can't just blindly have Hope.

So we choose the Future. We can't promise it'll be a good one OR a bad one. But whatever happens- we need to move on. The only way we can make things change is by making that choice, to create our OWN future.

V3 felt very... complex. It started to get kind of... uh... philosophical? And- don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with that. It just... it kind of shifted from TRUTH VS LIE to FICTION VS REALITY. And whilst the latter definitely sounds interesting- I don't really know if I liked the direction they took with it-? I wish they'd kept the focus on TRUTH VS LIE a lot more.

(Fiction and Reality are like extensions of Lie and Truth but- only to a certain extent? Really?)

It's kind of harder to get into the final fight in V3 because... what are you fighting? The outside world? I mean- I can't speak for the rest of you, but as far as I'm aware I'm not a fictional character.

(If I am- then wow someone's a reallly bad writer huh?)

I can relate to Hope. I can relate to Future.

I can't relate to Fiction.

I THOUGHT maybe the message was a warning of the dangers of escapism ('please dont go as far as to erase your own personality just to be a part of a type of fiction you like' definitely seems fitting for this fandom)- but the message "fiction has the power to change the world!" kinda contradicts that. I mean- I do like that message, but- I don't like the idea of a series about killing games being heavily influential-!

The whole problem was that people grew so obsessed with the series that they threw away their lives! Is that not the point you should be focusing on-!!!!

The outside world in this universe fucking sucks. So they changed their mind, big DEAL! that's not comforting knowing they let this shit continue for 53 seasons-! I mean, maybe Makoto and Hajime were all 100% fictional, but at some point they started putting real people into these games, and everyone was ok with that!

I just-

I'm glad Shuichi got through to them at last but...

Someone said something which resonated with me- "in a vacuum, this is good". Like... on it's own, I thought the ending was great! It was entertaining, for sure. And the whole concept and stuff was unexpected and interesting. You gotta give em points for originality.

The problem comes with it being the 3rd game in a series. (Ignoring UDG I mean-). When a series becomes a Trilogy, you gotta make it good. This is presumably the last game in the (main) series too. And- after the UTTER NARRATIVE DISAPPOINTMENT of dr3- can you blame people for wanting more? People fell in love for THH and SDR2 (and UDG even if its not part of the main series) for a reason- and, for me at least, a biiiig part of that reason was the continued storyline. The last chapter of sdr2 was the hypest shit EVER. when you see glimpses of the previous game bleed into this one, only for it to turn into what's like- a full crossover???? The previous game isn't just mentioned, it's a straight up sequel!!!! I had absolutely no idea Makoto and co would return (i thought the games were separate) so when i saw that they'd be interacting with the new cast- yoooooooooooooooo-!

Hell, even seeing alter ego again made me go WILD.

V3 plays upon these expectations, and subverts them, but... not necessarily in a good way? You- kind of feel cheated? (Idk if you're an avengers fan, but- it's like expecting *Endgame* and instead getting...

Well- Endgame).

The ending isn't bad persay it's just- not quite what one would expect? I can definitely understand why people are disappointed. The problem is, instead of standing alone, you can't help but consider it as part of the series. Individually, I don't think the ending was that weak or bad, but in comparison to the series as a whole?

Meh.

SURVIVORS

(Oh my- I really got off track, oh dear. I'll- get back to what you asked now.)

KEEBO

W H Y

They rllly gonna rub salt in the wound huh?

(Whilst i dont dislike the other survivors, there are a LOT of people i really really wanted to see make it to the end, and it's just the final god damn nail in the coffin to kill off the last of the few characters I came even close to liking the most-)

Killing keebo was dumb

Maki- I liked Maki quite a bit! She's a bit cold, yeah, but I warmed up to her after hearing her backstory.

I found it annoying (if understandable) that no one trusted her at first. I thought it was sweet that her, Kaito and Shuichi had this friendship trio. They really trusted each other- it was very refreshing. I also love me a strong girl. Her romance thing with Kaito was a little... forced. I'd have found it more meaningful if they kept it more subtle/ambiguous (though i suppose they needed smth to use against her in the final trial sooo-).

Himiko-

I-

*sigh*

Ok I'm going to say this once, and once only.

Someoneonthedrteamhasabigthingforlolis

OK! I SAID IT- AND IM NEVER SAYING IT AGAIN

No judgement here of course. Just. Uh. Y-yeah-

(I'm mainly kidding of course, idek if Himiko counts as a loli but-)

I mean... I'm not... the fondest of very small, childish girl characters (Saionji intensifies). I like a bit of childishness in a character but- i mean- it depends.

(I'll never recover from the "seductive whisper" thing from the love suite event

Never.

Never ever.)

Himiko comes across as like An Actual Child at times and at the start it was VERY annoying. Surprisingly, I warmed up to her eventually. I knew in advance she'd be a survivor so i kinda thought "well she's gonna stick around so might as well try to like her". I do appreciate that she underwent a character arc too, and it was sweet to see how she became a more active, determined person. I wish it hadn't taken Tenko's death for her to finally start changing but whatever. She is quite a cute character and after a while became more endearing then annoying.... (for the most part).

Was she in my top 3 picks for a survivor? No.

The top 10 even?

N-no-

I'm glad she's still alive though. SOMEONE damn well needs to be.

Tsumugi- ah. She's not a survivor, is she? I knew well in advance she was the mastermind so I didn't really warm up to her all that much during the final chapters, for obvious reasons.

Shuichi- if shuichi hadn't survived I think that would have been the breaking point for me, honestly.

Overall- uh... they aren't... the ideal picks. Shuichi is the only one I really wanted to see survive, I was neutral towards the others. Tbh I was just happy anyone was alive by the end of that.

Waking up- for the sake of my sanity, I like to think that after the survivors wake up, they threaten to sue and/or maim the shit out of the dr team if they don't start on reanimating their 'dead' friends right fucking now. Surely they gotta keep their consciousness' somewhere in those memories banks right? I mean- what if they ever wanted a "surprise return from the dead" plotline? Surely they gotta keep em somewhere? Right?

Whether or not they reawaken as their in-game or pre-game selves, who knows. Whichever you prefer, I guess. Maybe a mixture of both.

[kandyrezi]

(pitch black);

fandom: the gray garden

characters/pairings: ivlis/yosafire, satanick

summary: “whilst wandering around outside the flame castle, yosafire has a strange encounter with a jovial, otherwordly devil.” | word count: 2.7k

warnings: implied sexual harassment.

///

a red-colored sun.

there was nothing quite like that back in the gray world – a bright, shining orb in the far distance that one couldn’t quite look directly towards, lest they wanted to permanently damage their eyesight. in the flame underworld, the sun was distant, yet would one set their eyes on it, it resembled the moon a lot more, except duller in color during nighttime. but the sun never seemed to disappear, be it day or night. the sky was barren, not a single moving cloud in sight to form seamless patterns to gaze upon while laying in the grass, feeling the gentle blow of the wind through her hair, pondering which objects the individual shapes most resembled. not like she had been so used to seeing before.

yosafire felt as if she were walking in circles around the flame castle with an empty maroon-colored notebook in hand, and she likely was. not that it mattered much, since she wasn’t allowed to venture too far away from the current location. she wasn’t acquaintanced with anyone there well-enough to inquire about it either, nor did she really have any desire to do so. other than the occasional demon servants who were there to make sure she wouldn’t run too far away or cause any unneeded trouble, sometimes run a bath or feed her at the devil’s request who reside there. formal appearances and company aside, she really felt more lonely than ever.

while the heat was hardly a bother to her, she wished that the flame world didn’t look so burnt to the ground and devoid of any colorful life that would bloom together in harmony - it would’ve been nice to grow a flower garden while she was stuck there.

trying to push the thoughts of her friends back in the gray world to the back of her head, and how much they must have missed her (surely they must’ve known she was still alive and would send someone to come and get her… surely?). instead choosing to focus on a potential spot to grow an array of plants, either side of the road leading to entryway into the big castle could work, or perhaps even both, to make a distinct, vibrant in color landmark across the otherwise bleak area.

even just a select few; with enough soil, dirt, and some water, it was doable. it was warm in the flame world, but hardly any real sunlight, which would be a hassle for the plants, thought yosafire. a couple of a few messy scribbles were the first thing to appear in the notebook, an assortment of different flowers that she liked and thought would look nice near the huge mansion, scribbling their names underneath.

“ohoh, well, hello there, cutie.”

she didn’t get very far with planning out a garden or writing down any other thoughts, when a voice from behind caused her to halt in her tracks and stand still, before snapping the notebook shut.

a deep, yet chipper voice she definitely hadn’t heard before.

turning her head, getting a good look at the strange demon in front of her. he’d appeared like an unannounced silent shadow, creeping up slowly without a sound before she really got a glimpse at him. now in front of her, yosafire had to bend her neck to look up at him. she might have thought the flame devil was tall, but this guy was the size of a mountain, with long legs and daunting presence to match.

a quirk upwards of the stranger’s lips, short ebony hair framing his face, one hand behind back and other on his chin as he observed the lime-haired demon from where he stood with quite a keen interest.

“perhaps you could escort me to the flame devil’s whereabouts, hm? could you?” he asked, eyes never straying from her.

“who’re you?” yosafire blurted out instead, as if the apparent question had completely flown over her head.

the demon only kept smiling, like there was something that brought him great amusement that she was missing out on, but what exactly, it was hard to tell.

“nothing that concerns you, cutie. just be a dear and tell me where he is, will you? inside the castle behind you, perhaps?”

the small demon furrowed her brows, nose crinkling. while normally wanting to be amicable and approachable to strangers or anyone otherwordly, yosafire really did not want to seek anyone out in her current predicament; it seemed most demons here had ill intentions of a kind, or were just plain rude and aloof, hardly making her stay there any more pleasant than needed. in all honesty, she wasn’t too certain nor did she really care about said devil’s whereabouts either. the further away he was from her, the better, really.

he might have figured out the answer to his own question, yet he was still looking down at her in anticipation, like he was waiting to be amused by whatever her answer might be.

“um, i dunno where he is, really...”

the demon hummed in mild annoyance, lip twitching slightly. he brought his hand from behind him, bending and leaning towards her, cape dark as the starless sky slouched on his shoulders, the two of them now on equal eye-level, deep purple irises gazing into her soft pink colored ones, a stark contrast.

“oh, what a shame. guess i’ll have to tear apart this world piece by piece in search for him, won’t i? the longer he won’t show up, the angrier i’ll get… are you sure you don’t know where he is?”

words leaning towards borderline threatening, although the response hadn’t pleased him too much and even claimed so - the small, knowing smirk never left his expression. yosafire frowned at the peculiar demon, as he placed his hand on her shoulder, getting just a little too uncomfortably close.

“h-hey, hands off, mister!” she slapped his gloved fingers away, taking a step backwards with a glare through rose-tinted glasses, “i already said i don’t know!”

rude, and with no sense of personal space either!

the demon blinked twice in wonder, but quickly regained his composure with a slight chuckle, standing his full height again.

“my, you’re quite a feisty little rabbit, aren’t you? i’ll have you know, i do happen to have a type.”

this guy had an aura of perversion and cruelty far greater than that of ivlis, thought yosafire.

“what do you even want from him anyway?” she asked, hoping to stray from going into unwanted territory.

“hm, well, nevermind about that cockroach then right now…” brushing off her inquires, he continued on pondering with his own thoughts and ignoring her own, “say, you give off quite an otherwordly presence, like you don’t quite belong. why is that, i wonder, cutie?”

(if he couldn’t get anything out of her, then perhaps he could persuade her in some other way.)

“uhm… well...”

yosafire thought if she should tell this guy anything at all - but if he too, was from another world, like she was, perhaps he had enough power to world-jump, then he could aid her in getting her back to the gray world. even if she didn’t like the look in his whimsical purple-shaded eyes, she had to try.

“i’m not from this world, actually, uh...well, i...”

the strange demon didn’t give her time to say much, before stepping closer again and taking a lock of her green hair in between his digits, twirling it around a bit.

“that so, hm?”

despite wanting to slowly inch away from him yet again, she kept her feet planted firmly on the ground and mustered as much confidence as she could to keep her narrowed gaze on him, not allowing herself to be pushed around by this weirdo, whoever he might have been.

“since ivlis doesn’t deem you important enough to come to your aid right about now... how would you like to come back with me to my world and go sightseeing? perhaps i could even show you my mansion and get to know eachother better. i promise it’s a lot more high-class than this humid trashheap he lives in.”

whereas before it seemed more jovial, his voice had then turned more sultry and lower, giving her a mischievous wink. yosafire threw the plan into the gutter in the back of her mind. there was no way in a million years that she would ask this creep for his help to getting her back home!

before she even had the chance to refuse--

“you…!”

the demon allowed her strands of early apple-colored hair slip from his fingers, as he directed his gaze to the one behind her. yosafire could feel herself freezing up a bit as she swallowed the lump in her throat, not even needing to look, knowing full-well just from the irritable tone of voice who exactly it was approaching the both of them.

“oh, roachykins, there you are! what a coincidence, we were just talking about you moments before!”

the strange demon’s demeanor turned mirthful again at the drop of a hat.

“i was going to come visit you, but this cutie here wasn’t too keen on telling me of your whereabouts. how upsetting! i thought… maybe i should just have some fun with her instead~?”

the demon tried to extend his hand towards yosafire yet again, but she was promptly pulled backwards, feeling ivlis’ broad chest against her back. the notebook nearly falling from her hands, the demon squeaked slightly, as an arm curled protectively around her waist. she didn’t exactly feel comfortable being in his smothering grip, but knew fighting back was ultimately futile, having learned the first time the painful price she would pay for it.

The stranger demon clasped his hands together, the sound echoing slightly, “ah, so she is your pet, then! how unfair! where did a cockroach like you get such a cute loli from?! i bet you stole her. ah, where did you steal her from? hey, c’mon, tell me, don’t be stingy!”

“who are you anyway, mister?” yosafire tried asking for his name again, trying to ignore the nonsensical ramblings, wondering if maybe seeing ivlis for whatever reason he needed to see him had put him in a better mood.

ivlis didn’t seem to respond with the same enthusiasm. he didn’t seem to want to talk at all, which was unusual. usually he wouldn’t let go of any given opportunity to taunt her, or anyone else he didn’t like, it would seem.

“oh, even she’s more talkative with me than you have been for the past week.”

the tall demon took yosafire’s hand in his, with a gentle grip as he brushed his thumb over fingers, allowing him to bring her knuckles to his lips as he placed a delicate kiss on them; smirking against them while making direct eye contact with ivlis, who only scowled silently, but was otherwise unnmoving and silent. she couldn’t see him properly from where she stood, but guessed he must’ve been fuming with anger, sensing his growing bad mood.

“i’m satanick, and you best remember that. pleased to make your acquaintance, cutie. do you have a name as well, or should i just keep calling you, cutie?”

the green-haired demon’s eyes bulged wide, immediately drawing her hand back. “ew, no! ugh… just-just call me yosafire.”

yosafire could feel ivlis sink his claws into her abdomen, pulling her as close as he could, now properly pressed against him and trapped in his grasp, barely having any wiggle room left.

“well, i’m so, very terribly sorry to interrupt this heartfelt moment. should i come back for another time? when your pet is away, i’ll come back and play with you then. unless… unless, she wouldn’t mind joining in~?”

yosafire blinked, uneasily choosing her words, “play… play what? what game are you two playing?”  hoping he wasn’t referring to the kind of ‘playtime’ ivlis liked to refer to when he had her pinned on his bed.

wondering briefly if her naivete before the flame invasion couldn’t correctly interpret his speech; the youthful spirit in her would have jumped at the opportunity for anything that involved a good, lighthearted game of fun. now, she was increasingly becoming more and more vary of anyone she came across, suspicious of their motives.

“feel free to take me up on that offer anytime, perhaps i could show you what kinda games we like to play then~” satanick replied, taking a few steps back.

“i’ll be back soon, roachy. don’t think i’ll be leaving you alone for long.” with a small wave and a wink, satanick turned on his heel and ventured away from the two of them, the cape that eloquently clung to his shoulders flung behind the otherwordly devil, as the two of them watched him leave.

the grip around her slowly but surely loosened and stance less guarded. hands trailing from waist to her arms, murmuring something venomous through gritted teeth, ivlis exhaled a breath he’d been holding in his lungs in an attempt to not lash out and keep steady.

then the claws were back on her in an instant.

“mr. devil…!” yosafire gasped in surprise.

he spun her around by her wrists, causing the notebook to fall from her grasp onto the ground with an audible thud, so that she was looking up at him. there was some kind of flicker in his golden eyes; they were steel and narrowed; the frustration behind them quite visible, mixed with something she hadn’t quite seen on him before. even when pervy mcshades had tried to get a little too close and friendly with her, ivlis had gotten annoyed at best, and the few threats that had followed would certainly keep the shades-wearing demon at bay.

this was… something else entirely.

“why were you talking to him?” ivlis hissed, once he was certain the other devil was out of earshot.

yosafire blinked in slight confusion, “he just came up to me and asked me about you! i didn’t know what else to do.”

maroon scaled fingers trembled slightly, but they didn’t let go of the fabric they were holding onto.

“just… stay away from him. he’s nothing but bad news and i don’t want him around you. is that clear?” he asked, sounding more like a command.

yosafire’s lip upturned uneasily, with a quirked brow, “why not? he’s a little… weird, but he can’t be any worse than you--”

“don’t.”

in a second, the fire she was setting her foot into began to burn again; she recognized the fury and cruelty on his expression as his eyes bore into her like sharp glass. yosafire could feel the pressure of his scaled fingers on her arms, digging deeper into her delicate flesh through her red sweater.

she could have sworn she saw his hair glow ever so slightly.

“m-mr. devil… please let go.”

with increasing discomfort and pain, she tried to squirm from his hold on instinct, but the grip on her was too tight, doing nothing to appease him, if not worsen his temper.

“i asked… is. that. clear?” ivlis empathized the words with distinct venom and authority in them.

“o-okay, okay, sheesh! i won’t go anywhere near him! just let go!”

pushing her delicate hands against his chest, digging the heels of her boots into the ground. his grip slowly softened again and yosafire yanked herself free a little too harshly, causing her legs to give out and fall backwards onto the ground with a yelp.

getting up quickly as she fell with a hateful glare, now filled with indignation at having her peaceful moment ruined, yosafire wasted no time in running away from him without so much as another glance back, likely to the other side of the flame castle, anything to avoid being around the devil.

not that she could escape from him forever, ivlis thought as the sound of footsteps slowly faded, and if she got too rowdy, well… nothing a few days short of being chained up and trained to be more obedient to his needs couldn’t fix.

spotting the fallen journal, or diary, forgotten on the ground next to him, ivlis picked it up it up and peered inside until he found a page with something in it. allowing himself to fall into silent thought, he couldn’t help but marvel at some of the drawings decorated with flowers – a page filled sketches of what they would look like in front of the flame castle.

the encounter with the pitch black devil had been enough to put him in a sour mood, but perhaps there might have been something that would lift it again… and someone else’s, as well.