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sunflowerwizard · 6 months ago

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We Don't Talk About Abdel: the ""Canon"" Gorion's Ward and Why I Hate Him

If you've only played Baldur's Gate 3 you may have heard of Abdel Adrian. The Hero of Baldur's Gate, late Grand Duke, and Bhaalspawn who died, badly.

There is, unfortunately a lot you might not know. Spoilers ahead for the original Baldur's Gate, Baldur's Gate 2: Shadows of Amn, and Baldur's Gate 2: Throne of Bhaal. And their shitty novelizations you should not read.

Your choices matter. Allegedly.

There are many ways to handle continuity in a series of choice-heavy RPGs with custom main characters. There's the approach the original Fallout games did, by setting the second installment long enough after the first, that your player character can be vaguely alluded to without much friction. There's the Bioware approach, of uploading your save data from previous games to slightly effect the world in the next one. And then there's the Baldur's Gate series, which splits the difference and makes the worst of both worlds: a century has past and there's no cheeky vagueness to transplant your own player character as the Hero of Baldur's Gate. It is Abdel Adrian's world and we are merely living in it.

I'd argue there's one thing that very clearly separates a Commander Shepherd from an Abdel Adrian, and that's serving a role in a game that lines up with the story being told.

What's the deal with Bhaalspawn?

I'd like to get one thing out of the way first. Bhaalspawn =/= The Dark Urge. I only mention this because I've seen some people assume all Bhaalspawn operate on the "sleeper cell turbo murderer" framework that the DU does. The majority of the first Baldur's Gate game, the player character themself doesn't know they're in any way unusual. You get ominous dream sequences as the story progresses, up until the Big Reveal.

At which point, one of the themes reveals itself: nature versus nurture. Your PC is a 20-something year old young adult who lived inside a walled town, and had their entire support system torn away the second they left. Unless you've chosen to roleplay that way, they may not have ever felt a particular inclination towards violence. This is in stark contrast with Big Bad, your half-brother Sarevok whose upbringing was filled with struggle and violence.

It's even more apparent in Throne of Bhaal, when you're confronted with it outright: what if your places had been switched? Maybe you would've committed even more atrocities than your half-brother.

We now have to talk about the books. Unfortunately. Canonically the novelization of Baldur's Gate is the origin of Abdel Adrian. He is Philip Athans' brainchild and there's fuck all we can do about it. Unless I get a word of god response from Wizards of the Coast or story beats are directly contradicted in other BG-related media that has come out since, I am treating the events of the books as canon.

A narrative treadmill of a character arc

The game starts out in relatively bog-standard hero's journey fashion. It's morning in Candlekeep, you're leaving home for the very first time with your adoptive dad, and he's been very cagey about the details other than "we need to leave, I'll explain later."

Abdel Adrian, has already left Candlekeep at the start of the novel. He's already in his mid-twenties, and has been traveling the Sword Coast as a sword-for-hire for nearly a decade (presumably cornering the child soldier market). He also really likes killing people, hence his line of work. The big inciting incident with Gorion happens because he sent Abdel a letter about needing to talk, at which point Sarevok shows up, kills Gorion, who tells Abdel to seek out Jahiera and Khalid with his dying breath.

I'll break down my issues with this point by point. -Abdel is very clearly not a level 1 character. Perhaps this is a petty point, but isn't half the fun of this style of fantasy story watching the protagonist grow in skill, until they can eventually face off against the seemingly indomitable Big Bad? Spoiler: Abdel is already at the peak of his Swordsmanship Power™ and we will not see any growth on that front.

-What are the stakes, actually? We went from "everything I know and love has been torn away from me. I'm a level 1 adventurer in a big, dangerous world and cannot go home." to "I'm a big tough fighterman with a penchant for murder who's going to avenge the father figure the book tell-not-shows you I cared about" Like my previous point, we have no baseline, no sense of what the main character has truly lost. I'm much less interested in watching someone start from the middle and fight their way to the top, than seeing someone from rock bottom getting there.

-His Bhaalspawn heritage manifests itself as murdergremlin tendencies. If you've not encountered a player with murdergremlin tendencies while playing a ttrpg, you've almost certainly heard horror stories about them. The guy who loves to escalate encounters into combat, who threatens and maims because "it's what my character would do" and often times view themselves as the main character.

If that sounds exhausting, this is the character whose head we're trapped inside. A guy whose two big motivators are murder and sex, whose external moral compass is his love interest (Jahiera deserved better). AND EVEN THEN by the end of the second book, the only growth he has experienced as a character is "maybe sometimes I won't murder everyone who makes me angry" when he just point-blank refuses to kill the antagonist of BG2. Oh, but not before he had sex with and violently murdered the other main antagonist who was also a woman.

"Okay the books are awful, but why be angry at Abdel?"

Because by virtue of WOTC continuing to use "Abdel Adrian" as THE Hero of Baldur's Gate and a canon character, those books are still canon. SOME elements had to be retconned for being incongruent with the games (did I mention in the first novel Abdel leaves Khalid to die during a fight in the first novel?) but otherwise? I've seen no revisions to his base character. And now every piece of Baldur's Gate media is built on this shitty, rotten foundation.

Are these points somewhat petty? Yes! Either Wizards should've come up with an entirely new stand-in Bhaalspawn to wash the shit taste of those novelizations out of everyone's mouths, or they should've written future material to only vaguely allude to BG 1&2's protagonist. The Bhaalspawn saga was wrapped up perfectly fine in Throne of Bhaal. Either he should've stayed dead with Cyric taking on his domain, or find another way to bring him back. Abdel Adrian having .0001% Bhaal Juice still in his blood and thus turning into The Slayer is a "Somehow, Palpatine returned" way of doing it.

On the off chance anyone is morbidly curious about the terrible novels, me and some pals did a live-reading not too long ago. If this post gets 100 notes I will make a Greatest Hits compilation of terrible moments. Spoiler: one of them includes the "spider in her cleavage" scene.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Baldur's Gate #twilitalks #if anyone has sources for more things from the books being retconned please share them #I would love nothing more than to be wrong on the ''parts of the book are still canon'' point

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gowonders · 1 year ago

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i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

#gowonder: writes #gowonder: smut #txt #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard thoughts

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lucrezianoin · 9 months ago

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Welcome to my Wyllstarion propaganda! (text version)

This is a text version of my powerpoint Wyllstarion propaganda that you can find here. Each section is one of the slides.

The thread of wyllstarion video mentioned in the slides is here on twitter, plus the Wyll-about-Cazador-vid is here. I will post a new compilation of all their scenes soon here.

Currently if you want to watch a Wyllstarion playthrough you can check my bilibili, but I will reupload all with timestamps on youtube.

Also yes, Wyll does call his romanced player-partner "my star" and if that is not perfect for Astarion I do not know what is. And Astarion mentions "sweet" so many times (sweet = Wyll, but he also reveals he likes sweets) and Wyll deserves someone who is enamoured with his kindness.

(throws wyllstarion fanvideos at you)

Here is the text:

WYLL RAVENGARD Babe of Frontiers, heart of the gate Loves Baldur‘s Gate Hero at heart (and actual hero) Hates gods, as they never help people who are suffering Turns into a monster Has a whole thing about monsters who prey on innocent and how monsters populate BG looking like simple humans (politicians) Has to follow the orders of Mizora, who treats him like dog and calls him pup – he did what he could do to use these powers for good

ASTARION Mr Vampire Loves Baldur‘s Gate (same comment on it as Wyll, during House of Hope) Hates heroes (because no hero ever saved him) Hates gods Has a whole thing about the fear of turning into a monster Knows far too well the monstrous humans of BG (comments on some of his victims hurting him) Is Cazador‘s spawns and he is controlled by him, there is a whole dog imagery there (kennels etc.)

ASTARION ABOUT WYLL (All of these lines are directly from the game, my notes are in parenthesis. All the lines can be heard at this video thread on my twitter, the one I linked at the start of this post)

(Shadowheart asking Astarion whom he would drink from) Astarion: Ah! Wyll. No question. He's strong, fast, and righteous. I'm salivating already.

Astarion: Take Wyll, for example. A man of the people, very palatble, like a sweet cider.

Astarion: Wyll's the sort of prince-type I would have once dreamed of marrying. When I was about thirteen.

Astarion: Interesting. I always thought he'd taste a little too sweet. (keep in mind that playing as Astarion you can tell Halsin you have a sweet tooth, also Astarion will say „Wyll, get up you sweet fool!“ to a Wyll fallen in battle)

(Asking Astarion to be in OT3 with Wyll. For all the other characters but Halsin he says no, but for Wyll he says „Wyll would not want to“) Astarion: Come now, Wyll won't agree to that. He's stuck in the past, and that's coming from a vampire.

Astarion: You're looking well. It seems Grand Duking suits you.

(The next ones are Astarion about Wyll's horns:) Astarion: For what it's worth, I rather like your new look. It adds a sense of drama - a little more flair.

Astarion: Oh, you get used to them quickly enough. At this point you'd look strange without them. Besides, people care more about the good you've done than how you need your hats tailored. And you have done an awful lot of good, Wyll. During our time together and every day since then.

Astarion: Poor Wyll gave you the benefit of the doubt and it earned him a set of horns. Not that they don't look flattering on him. Almost everything does. Astarion: They do! Honestly, that man…

WYLL ABOUT ASTARION (Again my comments are in parenthesis)

(Astarion: Critical fail at charisma check to tell Wyll he is a vampire Wyll: luckily I am into that)

Wyll: A lesser man might sever that well-coiffed head from your neck. Good thing for you I'm not such a man. Besides - not even the Blade of Frontiers is immune to your not-inconsiderable charms.

Wyll: I'm half-inclined to sever it now, if only for your endless insolence. Good thing for you you're so godsdamned charming.

Wyll: Oh, the lad's quite the tease. But he's a charming sort of cad - well, most of the time.

Wyll: Astarion has a certain swagger, don't you find? An interesting fellow. Nice hair, to boot.

Wyll: The charming rapscallion that he is.

Wyll: I've missed you too. And your cunning tongue, of course. And did I mention your hair? I might have missed that most of all.

Wyll: By the stars' light and the moon's glow, it's so good to see you, Astarion.

Wyll: Oh, Astarion. I bet I'd find a touch of sweet under all that sour, if I digged deep enough.

(Wyll: Of course I should have seen Astarion was a vampire, he was so hot) Wyll: Elegant bearing, saucy voice - I should've seen it, the signs were all there.

THERE IS MORE! (For this section it is also all quotes and my comments only in parenthesis)

(Wyll about Cazador:) Wyll: Deep shadows have long haunted Baldur's Gate - and few loom so large as Cazador's. But I also know you can find light if you know where to look. And this I promise: you can always look to me.

(Astarion would love to marry a Grand Duke) Astarion: Power and prestige? Hail the Grand Duke indeed.

(The random outing they organize right in front of the others:) Astarion: Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. Tell me, should I genuflect or merely bow? Wyll: Forget the bowing. I'd rather share a cheap brown ale and a hunk of fresh venison. You in? Astarion: I'll pass on the ale, but the company sounds delightful.

EVEN MORE Astarion‘s spawn ending is him becoming a hero adventurer – and what is Wyll‘s role, his life?? Being a hero! The Blade!

Astarion also asks Wyll twice about Cazador/killing vampires

Wyll would be the perfect target for his seductions because he is powerful (son of Grand Duke), he knows how to kill monsters, he is a hero

Wyll calls his romance partner „MY STAR“

Furthermore…. Astarion‘s fail-charm canonically works on Wyll!

EXHIBIT B Their romance scenes (the honest ones, in the case of Astarion, so skipping act 1) ALL involve hands. Wyll offering a hand (Wyll always offer, never take) and taking hands/offering hands for Astarion.

(The slides show 6 pictures from their romances: the dance where Wyll offers Astarion his hand, another one from the dance where he takes his hand; Wyll's hand offered kiss; Astarion's act 3 romance scene at the cemetery where he takes Wyll's hand; two pictures from Astarion's act 2 post-Araj scene where he takes Wyll's hands) (Not in the slides but Wyll not has another kiss where he offers the player his hand)

EXHIBIT C Think about the possibilities!!

Astarion being courted for the first time!!

Also Wyll having a thing for his nice cute monster romances and being seduced by a monster? Yes!

If Wyll is a Duke, Astarion can become one of the most powerful people in the city and he would love that

Also, Ascended Astarion and Duke Wyll have this WILD dynamic (I did not post the quotes here but check thread of videos)

Think about the comedic potential of Astarion and Ulder Ravengard interacting

And the angsty potential of Astarion becoming the husband of a Grand Duke and being finally in a position over who knows how many SCUMBAGS mistreated him

Think about Astarion‘s feralness and selfishness and how Wyll could actually benefit for being a bit more selfish

Astarion would never let Ulder forget what he did

And Wyll absolute need to BE NEEDED meeting Astarion‘s need to find a protector

There is so much more! I finished my time!

#wyllstarion #bloodpact #astarion #wyll ravenhard #mine #propaganda #meta #i guess?

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msbhagirathi · 8 months ago

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IPKKND LIVE BLOG - Season 1 [Epi - 2]

Cooooommmmmmmeeee ooooooonnnnnnnn, letz start the second epiiiiiiiiii.

So we are starting right from where we had left them off. ANDDDDD BAAAAMMMM! Khushi jolts out of her (or rather their?) trance and realizes where her hand is, snatches it back. Pulling out Arnav from his trance as well.

I want you to focus on their expressions in the scene. Look closely, when she snatches her hand away from his collar. His gaze, instantly falls down to her hand and there's a moment where he steels himself and maybe even thinks that 'How dare she!'.

It's as if Arnav realizes that he needs to be angry and THEN all hell breaks lose, as he throws her out of his hands. He orders the head of his PR team to control the photos and videos of this 'scandal'. Khushi is locked in a room for interrogation.

Back in Gomti Sadan, the neighborhood aunties are gossiping about Khushi's absence. Buaji asks about the papers' whereabouts to Payal. But, Payal, already very nervous and tongue-tied, reduces to tears. I am surprised why did Buaji not see the change in her demeanor and most importantly her spilled tears. But, that's also not much surprising coz Buaji can hardly ever read Payal or Khushi's distress over anything that they seem to be facing alone, in the entire show. This scene also indicates that Payal has never been the rule-breaker kid, she's always been kind of a 'yes-man' to her parents.

Ohh! Did you notice how Khushi's voice sounds so off? Do you know why? Turns out Sanaya was sick with cold while shooting this sequence. She mentioned this in that interview with Mrs. Gul Khan, which was released right after IPK ended a few months ago.

Arnav instructs the team to interrogate Khushi and check whether a rival company (Re-Fashion? RI-Fashion? REE-Fashion? whatever, lol.) send her there to ruin his fashion show in exchange of some petty amount of money.

Payal's belief, of her Abhishek ji standing up to his family's demand of the dowry, breaks. She realizes that he is present there, knows everything going on but still refuses to speak up. She is heart-broken.

Was it only me or you also thought that the way Sanaya pronounced 'profession' is kind of-idk-intriguing?-sexy?-hot?-pata nahi choro (ok, leave it.)

Garima tries to associate the papers' absence to Khushi's absence. Payal has been caught like a deer caught in headlights.

Arnav comes to meet or rather to interrogate his wife 'that' girl, for 'answers'. Khushi requests him to let her go as she explains him that she landed there by mistake.

He is so adamant in throwing all the unfortunately familiar 'accusatory' questions. What was that 'Wipro-Fashion'? 'PRO-Fashion'? Whatever. See, many of you would disagree, here, but I think he is legit right in doubting her intentions, given the type of people he would have dealt with till now in this profession. Although, WE know, from Khushi's POV, that she is right, BUT that's the thing, he doesn't.

"Then let it (the marriage) break. Problems like these are nothing for girls like you. If one leaves, then trap another." ("Toh tut jaane do shaadi. Tum jaisi ladkiyon ka kya hai. Ek jayega, dusra phasaa lena.") And the BG score changes to something close to tandav beats. Maybe, just maybe he realized that he has struck a chord or crossed a line or fcked up real bad. It can be any of the three.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! The dreaded moment is here. Khushi retaliates but she does not realize the volcano in front of her, ready to burst out with hot, molten lava. She attempts to side step him but he grabs her by the arm and yanks at the dori of her blouse. Pearls scatter around, everywhere on the floor. Khushi is horror struck, devastated, horrified and all the girls watching this for the first time already knew what that meant. And hated Arnav for doing that to her for a long, long time.

See the irony, here. In the previous episode, we saw them together in that beautiful frame. No-one had any doubt of them being the alpha couple of the show. BUT. BUT. BUT.

After this scene, audience must have doubted, some might even have gone to the extent to declare Arnav as the villain. And later considered Shyam as the hero, coz of the way, he was introduced (we will come to that in that episode).

Hmm. I am thinking. Why did he let her go? Like? So....easily? After she pulled the ribbon from her hair and covered her exposed back, or rather her modesty. Arnav has frozen. At his spot. He isn't even moving a finger. (I will have to process this scene and then will let you know in a separate post.)

With this, the scene blurs and along with Khushi, we reach Gomti Sadan, where everything is eerily silent. Wait. Did we reach so early? Didn't Khushi take the whole day to reach SM? Then how come- ohh Guilty Arnav might have arranged a car for her to reach her home safely-Lol. Who am I kidding with? This is ASR, we are talking about. Let's stop with the wishful thinking.

Gomti Sadan. Gossips. Malign in their social image. A broken marriage. All of these are termed as a "Kali' (black ink) by Buaji. And who's at fault? Khushi. She talks of pulling off her braid and handing it to her. Basically, beat her ass off.

Buaji, I think, was never able to accept Khushi as her own child. She was always the only one to differentiate between the two. She was only the one who instigated Garima and Shashi against her. Although, Shashi had wholeheartedly accepted her as his daughter but Garima, often used to get manipulated into believing the worst, in Khushi.

Even now both Buaji and Garima are convinced that Khushi was, somehow, jealous of her sister's fate (that she was getting married) and so to malign it, she decided to sabotage the wedding by taking away the papers and fleeing out of everyone's sight until the wedding is called off.

Lol. Junior Engineer. And Buaji thinks, that's self-explanatory for them, having a right to ask for a dowry. Khushi explains herself. But, she is admonished by her (B-ji), for acting like a 'Dadi Amma', means trying to act above her age, by interfering in elders' matters.

Still, for the Guptas', specifically for Mrs. Garima Gupta, a broken marriage is worse than Payal getting married into a money-hungry family. Do you see it here? Getting MARRIED is of more importance than getting married into THE RIGHT FAMILY.

And as if all this admonishing and insulting is not enough, so, she kind of disowns her daughter. "Mat kaho hume Amma".

Khushi, who already had abandonment issues, guilt of being a burden to 'this' family, is now shell shocked. Someone please save this poor kid.

Buaji does it again! Hip, hip hurray guys! She again pulls up the orphan card and a non-refundable debt (of getting adopted by her brother and sister in law) card! What an awesome timing Buaji! Shut up Buaji. What? Shashi said this. Not me. I have manners, ok.

"Arre tujhse saga humara koi nahi hai." Payal's words calms Khushi to some extent. But, they are still not enough as we see that Khushi cannot sleep, and keeps tossing and turning, recalling her amma's harsh words.

She wakes up and opens their shop's door. Khushi is shown handling an LPG gas cylinder, an oil cannister and lighting a match stick, giving us the impression of her attempting to give up her life.

Precap starts. *quickly pauses it* I don't watch precaps. Spoilers. Don't like them. Bye. Such a stressful episode to watch.

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P.S. : Remember the interview I was talking about? This is it. Please do give it a watch if you haven't already. It's so beautiful them sharing the off-screen things and being all nostalgic. You'll love it. :)

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potofstewie · 2 years ago

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Deja Vu

The low down: History is repeating itself and for once, Kyojuro is tired.

The things to know: Reader uses she/her pronouns, Absolute angst (I kind of got teary eyed while writing this), mentions of blood, character death, this mostly takes place before mugen train , ooc shinjuro but he's a nice guy promise, Venting, sobbing kyojuro, like literally this ray of sunshine is BROKEN, a peaceful and sober Shinjuro, Y/N is literally a bg character lmao sorry, daddy issues

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

W/C: A WHOPPING 3.8K WORDS, MY BIGGEST ONE YET!

Words/phrases to know:

Monstuki Haori Hakama: Traditional formal garment that would be worn as simplified attire by people in the Samurai Society (during the Edo Period)

A/N: Hey you guys, I'll come clean. This one is a doozy not necessarily in length but in the emotions I tried my best to display in this one. It's true, reader is nothing but a background character and I kinda apologize for that. I really wanted to write a fic that portrays a new leaf in Kyojuro and Shinjuro's relationship and what better way than with sacrificing Y/N? Anyway, I finally made a pinned post linking my masterlist and other stuff for my mobile users. I plan on posting this and my other stuff on AO3 probably tmr as well. I hope you guys enjoyed and DO TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PART

It was happening again.

Kyojuro laid wide awake within his futon, puffy and reddened eyes burning the ceiling with his intense gaze. The calming silence of the night was occasionally interrupted with your pained coughs erupting from the other room. Kyojuro ran a tired hand through his disheveled mane, completely fed up with it all.

The coughing, the wheezing, the piles upon piles of tissues that were stained with spots of blood and phlegm. The never ending servings of soup, the countless doctor visits that always ended on the same confusing and irritating note.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Kyojuro didn’t hate a lot of things in the world, but that sentence he hated the most. “It’s only a matter of time.”

A matter of time until what? Until she gets better? Until she becomes the second one to leave them? What the hell did it mean? The situation weighed heavily on the Rengoku males, tension forever present within the household. At the beginning, all three of them would listen intensely to whatever orders and updates the doctors gave. They would each take turns administering medicine and delivering soup, massaging sore muscles that grew tired of being idle under a futon. Now, however, it was only Senjuro who listened. Kyojuro, as well as his father, continued to serve your every need despite giving up on worshiping the vague and aggravating words of the doctors.

Your lover tried to keep his cheerful façade on display as usual, but as the days went on and the coughing grew louder and longer, his smile would falter and heavy sighs would take the place of his boisterous laughter. The bubbling fear and anger within him replaced his ever so optimistic and happy demeanor. There was no doubt that his family took notice of his change no matter how hard he tried to hide it, you included. Any time he would be with you, you would always ask the same things:

“How have you been, honestly?”

“Have you been eating?”

“Are you taking care of yourself while you’re away?”

“Something is on your mind, my love. What’s upsetting you?”

You were easily satisfied with the simple “I’m alright, don’t worry about me.”, “yes” or “nothing is wrong my dear, honest.” You’d always give him that smile which he loved dearly before turning your back to him, returning to the warm embrace of slumber. Kyojuro’s beaming smile would always dissipate immediately when your eyes were no longer on him, fatigue tugging at his spirit. Of course something was bothering him; you were crumbling away right in front of him and he was absolutely powerless to do anything.

On the days he would be free from pillar duties, all he could do was roam the house aimlessly like a ghost who couldn’t pass on properly. Even at night when sleep couldn’t find him, he would wander the halls. His frame would always buckle and slide against the walls, silent tears covered his cheeks every time as he curled in on himself. This all felt like Deja Vu to the flame hashira, every second he experienced was just another second he had already gone through. However this time he would be the grieving partner. He was grateful, though, that instead of turning to alcohol like his father did once upon a time, he stuck to wandering like a stray dog.

Kyojuro grew to envy his father when your illness took a turn for the worst. He took notice of the lack of sake present in the house and the ever growing moments he and Senjuro would catch their father outside his room. He took note of how attentive his father was to your every beck and call, even to those that didn’t require him or ask of him in the first place. Even without being told he would do his damndest to ensure his would be daughter-in-law is alright. Opening the Shoji to let the sunlight flood into the room, cooking hot meals for the house and giving you the largest servings, taking up extra chores so Senjuro could keep you company. All these things Kyojuro wished he had the enthusiasm for. He loved helping you, truly, but his determination had depleted almost completely.

Rubbing his eyes, Kyojuro sat up, a heavy sigh leaving his dusted red nose. The corners of his mouth twitched, heavy with sadness as a revelation dawned upon him. His father was probably doing this out of habit, out of fear. He faintly remembered what it was like when his mother was sick, his father doing everything he could when he had the time to be at home. He supposed that maybe doing all of these things and more was a way for his father to cope with the haunting truth that another person he cared about would die due to unchangeable circumstances. Maybe, just maybe, his father hoped that things would get better and that he wouldn’t have to relive the same pain he had once experienced; even if it wasn’t him who would take it the hardest.

A single tear escaped Kyojuro’s fiery eyes, his hand quickly erasing it as he sniffled softly. No, the one to bear the pain the most would be him. It was his turn now, and no amount of soup and small conversations his father offered to the family’s source of light would change that. Getting up from his futon, Kyojuro wondered if there had been a curse placed upon his family. It couldn’t be a coincidence that this same situation would happen twice. Did a demon from his father’s past place a curse on the bloodline as it died to his blade? Damning every Rengoku to suffer absolute heartbreak?

Entering the dark hallway, Kyojuro silently stalked his way to the entrance, mind lost in sorrow. Staying in bed couldn’t help him and wandering the halls wasn’t something he was up for. Instead, he aimed for the fresh, crisp night air to fill his lungs and clear his mind. Oh, how he wanted so badly to purge the sickness in you and toss it to the farthest reaches of the earth. He wished to take you out to all your favorite restaurants again, to go on a picnic with you again, to bear witness to you playing with Senjuro under the cherry blossom trees again. He missed being able to kiss you during the cold winter nights that only a lover’s embrace could heat up. He could no longer give you the sweet kisses you had once pleaded for, your illness putting a stop to most intimate tokens of affection you were both accustomed to.

As a heavy sigh left his lips, Kyojuro opened the shoji and blinked in surprise. His father, broad back facing the house and his eyes focused on the sky above, was sitting on the engawa. Legs hung over the edge, a half empty cup sitting next to its owner. Shinjuro turned around slightly, acknowledging his son.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He explained softly, turning his attention back to the dark sky, the bright moon the only thing decorating the endless dark abyss. Kyojuro closed the shoji behind him and took a seat next to his father, burning eyes gazing at the cup in suspicion before looking at his father in silent question. Shinjuro picked the cup up and slightly turned it. “It’s just water.” He said simply, resting the cup on the other side of him before resting his hands in his lap.

“I..couldn’t sleep either.” Kyojuro said softly, hesitation ladened in his sleep-deprived voice. Although things within the house had gotten better since you entered his life and the lives of his family, Kyojuro still had a slight problem conversing with his father. You managed to change his father for the better, instead of heaps of sake littering the house only one or two bottles were kept in the kitchen before his father made the decision to get rid of it entirely once you fell ill. He started to eat with the family, although he barely spoke, only talking when answering a question or giving Senjuro or you his praises for the meal. He started training Senjuro in simple hand to hand combat, leaving the sword work to Kyojuro. He even had daily, lengthy conversations with you about an array of things; from what Ruka was like to how happy the birds seemed to be that day.

It wasn’t easy but progress was slightly made between the father and son. His father started returning any greetings he was given, he waited alongside you and Senjuro when Kyojuro finally arrived home from a grueling mission and even confessed to him that he was proud of him being a hashira but still preferred it if he turned away for his own safety. But, all of that still didn’t quite quell the nervousness Kyojuro had when it came to him.

“I know. That’s why you’re here, Kyojuro.” He remarked quietly, taking a sip of his drink. If he focused hard enough, he could’ve sworn that there was a twinge of tease hidden in his father’s voice.

“R-right.” He replied, voice barely above a whisper. For a few pensive moments, there was a cold silence between them. Kyojuro furrowed his wild eyebrows slightly, oh how awkward this all was! He didn’t know what to say to his father, even if he did he still wasn’t sure if he should voice it. He was in an intense battle with himself and by the looks of it, it was going to end in a draw.

One part of him wanted to vent to his father, to tell him all of his frustrations and woes about the depressing situation all of them were currently in. He wanted to bawl and curl up by his father, have his hot tears soak through the clothing on his father’s shoulder. He wished to be a little boy again, to trip and scrape his knee and have his father pick him up like he used to and comfort him. To hear him say: “It’s alright little one, you don’t need to cry anymore. I’ll patch you up, good as new.” like he used to. To plant a loving kiss on the top of his head and rock him in his arms. To call him a big boy when he was finally at ease and say how proud he was for being brave. All that he wished to have again.

The other part of Kyojuro, however, wanted to keep the peaceful silence between them. To just gaze up at the moon with his father and bottle up his emotions; to burn through it all passionately as he usually would. But even Kyojuro knew that would end in failure. He wanted to be as strong as he could, to bear it all on his tired and weakened shoulders. To give hope to his father -and to himself- that things would be alright and that you would bounce back better than ever. That you would play with Senjuro again, that you would do morning stretches with his father again in the garden, that you would plant millions of loving and passionate kisses all over Kyojuro’s face.

As the young man sat in silence, mind ravaging with his thoughts, Shinjuro broke the silence with the clearing of his throat. “I..think it would be best for the two of you to get married as soon as possible.” Kyojuro turned his head to his father, his puffy eyes blown wide as his father continued to stare at the sky. “It..would be best for all of us if there was one last good memory to hold onto.” With that, he finally gazed at him, tired eyes drinking in the clear signs that his son was crying earlier.

“Oh, um, yes. You have a point…I’ll bring it up with Y/N tomorrow morning.” Kyojuro muttered, calloused hands slightly gripping his yukata. Kyojuro’s gaze lowered to his lap as he tried to figure out how to pose his question. “Um, father?” He called out. Shinjuro answered with a gruff hum, taking another sip of water.

“Father, Y/N..isn’t going to get better, is she?” Kyojuro could feel his ears heat slightly at his question. He sounded like a small child that couldn’t grasp the concept of someone he cared about dying. He reminded him of himself once upon a time. Shinjuro grunted again, looking at Kyojuro.

“She won’t, Kyojuro.” He answered simply, flaming eyes once more concentrating on the moon. Kyojuro’s bottom lip twitched at the obvious confirmation, a painful lump slowly forming in his throat.

“Father?” He started again, picking at the hangnail that resided on his pointer finger. Shinjuro sighed softly and leaned back on his palms.

“Yes, Kyojuro?” He answered patiently, completely understanding the heavy task he was assigned once Kyojuro sat next to him. He knew how fragile his son currently was and he knew just how painful it was. Nobody was by his side when Ruka fell ill but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t be the lighthouse for the ship his son sailed on, horrible waves from the daunting storm threatening to capsize him.

“It’s all useless, isn’t it? The doctor visits and the soup.” He started, worry taking the reins and causing him to talk faster. “A-As well as the medication and the massages and-”

“Kyojuro.” Shinjuro interrupted sternly, shocking the young man and causing him to look at his father with worry plastered on his face. An iron gaze was focused on the young man’s sorrowful features. A sigh flew from the older man’s lips as Kyojuro looked back down at his fingers, eyes covered in a sheen film. “It may all seem useless, hell, it might actually be. But those things..bring her ease. It brings Senjuro ease. It gives them hope and it would be cruel to just stop it and force them to face the grave truth.”

“Right, I apologize.” Kyojuro said meekly, lolling his head back to keep from sniffling. A tender yet battle-worn hand rested on the top of Kyojuro’s head, giving him a slight pat before leaving his messy hair.

“It’s alright, Kyo.” Shinjuro reassured softly, sitting up straight again. He dithered, unsure of how to say his next words. If one thing Shinjuro wasn't good at, it was being reassuring. But, his son needed him and he truly didn't want to let him down this time. Never again, he silently vowed to himself as he took a deep breath, lips parting slightly.

“It’s okay to feel this way. I don’t have to tell you how hard this all is and how awful everything feels. But just know that I won’t leave your side for any of it. I’ll be there to hold your hand through it all and I’ll make sure that you don’t end up like I did. I promise you, Kyojuro.” He finished, a small yet reassuring smile resting on his lips. Kyojuro looked at his father in both bewilderment and comfort. For the first time in a while, Kyojuro was finally receiving the love and care that he had longed for from his father for a long time. With a slight nod, Kyojuro once more looked down in his lap, fingers tightly woven. A single tear finally broke through, leaving a small dot on his clothing.

“Father, I..I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know if I can keep being cheerful anymore. I’m so tired, father. I feel like I'm lying to her, lying to myself. And I can't stand it, I just-” And with the last word to leave his trembling lips, a struggling wail escaped Kyojuro’s throat. Rapid streams of tears left his screwed shut eyes as his shoulders convulsed, rough hands frantically trying to wipe away the stains on his crimson cheeks however they just kept coming even stronger than before. Large hands grabbed the side of Kyojuro’s head and shoulder, pushing him into a tight hug. Soft hushes filled the heavy night air as Kyojuro’s wails grew louder and became filled with incoherent babbling.

“I don’t wan’ to lose her, I hate it. I hate it all! I-I wanna save her but- but I can’t!” Kyojuro spoke through an agape frown, drool beginning to leave his mouth while his hands gripped the back of his father’s yukata tightly as Shinjuro’s hand rubbed his back. “P-please, Papa, help me, Please!” He pleaded, voice muffled as he buried his head further into his father’s embrace. Shinjuro’s lower lip twitched slightly before burying it on the top of his son’s head, placing a soft kiss in the blond tresses.

“I know, Kyo, I know. I’ll help you out, don’t worry. It’s okay, my son...I promise.” Shinjuro whispered as the gut wrenching sobs left his son’s lips. Shinjuro hated it all too. He hated seeing the memories of Ruka’s final moments every time he visited you. He hated seeing Kyojuro slowly turn into a shell of his former self, he hated looking into the mirror that was his son. He hated seeing younger Kyojuro within Senjuro, always trying his hardest to raise everyone’s hopes and quietly asking him if Y/N will for sure get better; always being met with vague answers. It was all Deja Vu to the older man, as if he was watching the past play out right in front of him but ten times worse. They hadn’t even gotten married yet, let alone have one or two children. Shinjuro could feel nothing but the sorrow and anguish within his battered heart beating loudly in his ears as Kyojuro finally succumbed to his emotions.

Shinjuro started to slightly rock his son side to side as burning tears soaked through his clothes. He didn’t mind not one bit. He would have all of his clothes drenched in the salty tears of his children if that is what they needed. He would rock them and comfort them as many times as they requested, no matter how big the issue was or how old the children were. It was his responsibility as their father to do so, as well as something he owed to them for all the years of negligence.

Kyojuro’s wails died down to occasional sniffles and heavy breathing. His grip on his father slightly loosened as he partially uncovered his bloodshot eyes, gaze resting on nothing in particular. “What..am I going to do? I love her so much, it hurts. It hurts so bad. I feel like I can’t breathe, my lungs are burning. I-I’m so tired, Papa.” Kyojuro mumbled, no longer caring about how childish he seemed calling his father “Papa”. That’s what he was after all, Papa. Papa the Brave that chases the demons away every night before bed and when he’s away from home. Papa the Strong that can carry both his children and his wife on his body, carrying them throughout the house as tiny, sweet giggles filled the air. Proud Papa that teaches his sons how to hold a sword and praises them when they beat the air with wooden swords. Loving Papa that coats Mama in sweet kisses when he comes back home. Helpful Papa that saves little boys with snakes from sorrowful places and wipes his children’s faces every meal time. His Papa.

Shinjuro sighed softly, rugged hand traveling in his son’s hair. “I’m sorry, Kyojuro. There isn’t much you can do but be there for her. Love her as much as possible no matter what. Try to make her happy every day, even if you feel like giving up. And when you do feel like giving up, find me. And I’ll carry you.”

Kyojuro sniffled as his body felt the brunt force of fatigue. His wild eyebrows furrowed as he began to succumb to the sweet luls of slumber. “Okay, Papa..” Softly leaving his lips as he finally slept, Shinjuro kept his steady rhythm of rocking until the morning sun crested the horizon, birds singing their wake-up songs to the once still Earth.

A warm, gentle breeze traveled throughout the lively forest as boisterous laughter filled the air. Shinjuro chuckled softly as he watched his two sons walk briskly ahead of them, jokes and funny stories exchanging between the two. Kyojuro laughed loudly again as Senjuro entertained him with a funny face in the middle of his story, swinging the picnic basket in his hand.

“Kyojuro!” Shinjuro called out, his sons giving him their attention. “Try not to laugh too hard, remember? You’re still healing.” He reminded the young man, gesturing to the bandages that were wrapped around his torso, hidden underneath his Monstuki Haori Hakama. Kyojuro gently rubbed the eyepatch that rested on his face, a habit he started to pick up when in thought, a beaming smile shining at his father.

“Don’t worry, I feel good enough to laugh. It doesn’t hurt, promise!” He assured before joining his little brother that was already ahead of the both of them and underneath the tree. Heaps of food sprawled out on the red blanket once Shinjuro finally caught up to his children, a bento and chopsticks already out for him. He sat down carefully next to Senjuro, content eyes soaking in the picturesque view that laid before him. Many trees danced with the gentle summer wind, birds swooping and diving into the canopy for their lunch. A nearby stream sang its song elegantly as the two sons conversed with each other. Shinjuro took a deep breath in, the sweet scent of the manju and flowers filling his nose.

“She would’ve liked this place, right Aniue?” Senjuro said softly, snapping his father from his silent appreciation of nature. Kyojuro lowered his chopsticks, a small smile plastered on his face. He rubbed his stomach gingerly, before turning his attention to his little brother.

“She would have. Both of them would, I reckon. However, they’d probably yell at us for being late.” He chuckled, producing a large smile from Senjuro, a smaller one from his father. “Not to mention, we didn’t make Y/N favorite food to bring with us.” He finished, laughing loudly as Shinjuro released a soft snort.

“She’d be mad at you, not me and Sen. I told you we should’ve made some but you insisted on rushing.” He retorted, Senjuro giggling softly at his father’s remark. Kyojuro chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. His father was right, of course. But you would forgive him, Kyojuro knew you would.

“Then let’s make some when we get home and give it to her. Now hurry up and eat before I end up taking everything.” Senjuro warned before quickly snatching up a mitarashi dango, eliciting a shocked and hurried response from his brother as well as a scoff from his father, joining in the competition.

Things hadn’t been fair to the Rengoku family and although things would forever change for them, one thing was for sure; no sorrowful bouts of Deja Vu would visit them. And if they did, Papa the Brave would be there.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2022

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hinamie · 2 months ago

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ok i have composed myself i have transcribed the lyrics for wish you were here as best as i could. i am going to listen to this and only this until i lose interest or the ability to hear, whichever happens first

this song is SUCH a bop the soft guitar intro in2 the main beat is so good but can we TALK . about how . HE STARTS IT WITH A "MWAH" WHAT A FUCKING ICON I LOVE HIM I LOVE THEMMMMM the percussion is so good i love the soft offbeat claps in th bg they add such a nice lil pep n especially in verse 2 after "love you even if you hate my guts" they add like 4 extra clap beats and i am !!!!!!! ASCENDING

verse 1 is iconic i love the line "pack up my head might mail it back to your house" its so fucking funny it reminds me of that post thts like "i didn't know how to deal with the fact that i had a crush so i wrote her a note that said get out of my school" . but listenok listen. verse 2 is the one they posted a snippet of last year and first of all i love the electric-y/tv-turning off/guitar slide/quiet video game laser effect as the vocals start it makes my brain buzz aNYWAY this verse is my favourite between the two and has absolutely s tier lines such as "as long as you think of me I don't care what" and "love you even if you hate my guts" PLUS the lil clappy bits i mentioned they r so GOOD. not to mention his voice pls.,,, he sounds so good when he belts,,, his voice has a slight rasp to it that they lean into with the slightly muffled old speaker sound god he sounds so good all the TIME his vocals are so clear when he hangs on the words "singing" and "myself" into the chorus PLS. also the bg vocal 'a t-t-t-touch too sentimental' is so gd CATCHY

speaking of the chorus oh my god the CHORUS. the desperate cry of "don't you miss me? / don't you want me around?" is so devastating and heartfelt head in HANDS also the lyrics . im so excited abt them i cannot put into words how !!!!!!!! they make me just. gestures helplessly

wishful thinking is all that’s holding me down lost on a blue moon i wish you were here right now

in chorus 2 especially the way the beat cuts out after "lost on a blue moon" n comes back after "I wish you were here"??? AUDIBLE SEROTONIN TO ME ((plus in the final chorus changing the "lost on a blue moon" to "not like you used to" ??????? OW ???????????? that had a lil kick that got me a bit.. , being stuck with ur own wishful thinking as a stand-in for the physical affection of the person u like,,, ....fushiguro touch starved megu- *is shot dead*)))

HOWEVER the absolute lyrical Backbone of this song is the fucking bridge. i knew it would be i heard the snippet ages ago and i was like holy shit these lyrics go hard what are they from only to b dismayed to find that whatever song they were from did not yet exist. but now it DOES and i can listen to the way the bridge sounds like lights dimming. like headlights passing through a hazy window. it sounds like clouds parting

nobody else in this life or next will ever have me the way that you do nothing in hell, heaven, earth, or the rest could ever take me away from you

THAT FUCKING EMOTIONAL BOMBSHELL against the original soft guitar from the intro drop the drums just reverb-y lyrics and background vocals and some of the most romantic fucking lyrics i've had the pleasure of reading let alone hearing one of my favourite artists sing.

i am going to once again fuse my fv brainrot with my megumi brainrot. realistically ik this is probably a missing your ex song but i do not care. this is a longing megumi song to me i dont CARE argue with a WALL (said to no one). the verses and chorus are pine-y and a bit snarky n very i like-like you and don't know what to do with how much i miss you. it's wry and frustrated n just tsundere enough but then u get to the bridge n there lies the sheer undying devotION god im unweLL this is all i'm going to listen to. this was worth waiting a year for if this is part of a new album they have in production im actually going to die

#hina.txt #fv posting #A TTTTOUCH TOO SENTIMENTAL #ok my incoherent thoughts are written out. i can now loop this in peace

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alukaforyou · 4 months ago

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just saw ur tags abt getting back into tkrb and i just gotta ask 1) who is ur fave a) character-wise (personality) and b) aesthetics (design) and 2) have u ever drawn any of them ; w; ur art is so pretty ngl i miss it and id love to see ur tkrb art if u ever made any

oh em geee i cant pick omg i love sm of the charas 😭😭😭😭 im gonna answer 1b first, screen shots from my game:

my current fave is jikkyuu mitsutada cuz the art for him looks soooo tasty 😭 AND hes voiced by THE koyasu takehito like everyone SHUT UP DIO BRANDO / TOJI FUSHIGURO IS SPEAKING 🗣️ jk but his in game voice is so soft uwu i got him from the sea shell event, which i've never rly put in effort into before cuz its not one of my fave events BUT i grinded SO HARD to get My Boi 👍🏻

runner ups are kogi and iwachan, kogitsunemaru looks so 💯💯💯 the artstyle the outfit oof like the off shoulder kimono and the neck piece and the gloves with the fingers out 🥴🥴🥴 also the artist for his sprite is rly good at drawing everything feet?? akakskkal rly pretty looking peet & toez 💀 i nabbed him as a node drop on the regular map it took me 500+ tries, yes i counted 😭 as for iwachan his kiwame art is a Major glow up, i dont always like the kiwame sprite redesign (kogi & hotarumaru looks better reg version imo) BUT iwatooshi looks sm better 10000/10 also hes like 200cm tall 🫠 im gonna motorboat his b00bs who said that btw those 3 are also my fave bgs, i still rly like the old spring sakura bg so i use that one alll the time too 🌸

honorable mentions^ oodenta looks like. if u mashed up kenchan from bleach and madara from nardo. love the shibari bdsm top but i hate the gold stuff on his legs 😭👎🏻 kanechan is the og long black haired pretty boy, the way he talks is younger brother coded lol. fudo & akita r my fave tantous cuz they look like if me & madara had babies LMFAO shizukagata's design is so cunty 💯, hanjin is my fave pink haired boy 💖 wish he wasnt wearing camo tho 😐 and i got nukemaru & shichiseiken semi recently so they are sorta novelty faves rn xD

1a. the game is in jp and i cant read all that so idk abt their personalities much 😭 like i did google a lot of the charas dialogue lines on the wiki but ngl i forgor 💀 i just remem kogi and jikkyu being kinda flirty LOL? 👁️👄👁️ just off the top of my head, maybe fudo cuz i remem his pre kiwame self was rly sad, hes actually the first boy i sent off to kiwame :') im so here for the Character Development thats MY SON!!!! good for him :)

2. i've drawn kanechan ONCE a loooooong time agooooooo i dont draw so much lately RIP and when i do, its anime boys from Shows™ 💀

#i yapped too much there LMFAOOOOOOOO #asks #i grinded the event allll day yesterday and reached the 10000 event reward at night aaaa #spent sm koban for it 💀 not sure if i should keep playing cuz i need to save $ aruji is gonna be broke LOL #i play / grind tkrb RLY HARD like a few times a year

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s-talking · 4 months ago

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03, 04, 24, 36!

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 . ( a collection of 40 questions for muns , with assorted questions directed towards both single - muse & multi - muse blogs! )

⌘ o3﹕ do you prefer to write in silence, or with music / bg noise?

music, always. i have 3 different playlists for envy alone as i've had him literally for years & the songs just piled up lmao so now basically i have: 1 for the yandere vibes, 1 for horror vibes & 1 for the romantic / melancholy as well as some apathy vibes. here are a few examples for each: the yandere: x the horror: x the romantic: x the melancholy: x the apathy: x

⌘ o4﹕ what is your primary source of inspiration for [ envy ] ?

believe it or not, envy was initially based off everything that, i, the mun, personally either hate or am terrified of, making him a complete opposite of me, like the fact how i can't for the life of me handle very gory movies, spiders, irl abuse or just walking through own house at night without them corridor lights on xDD so i just went ahead & took a whole bag of that, tossed in these with a pinch of yandere:

& voila! BOOM! the wicked lil sh*t was born.

⌘ 24﹕ is there a specific song that gets you in the mood for writing ?

aside from the playlists i've mentioned above, i have two that really get me in the mood to write envy, & it's the one on my blog, & this one here: x i won't lie.. the og maria's expressions & overall vibe are just so... ' envy, ' especially that glance at 0:12 & touch at 0:21. not to mention the ost itself is such a mood. i love it.

⌘ 36﹕ how has your writing style evolved since you started writing?

when i first started role-playing was during the good old days of msn, & like most beginners, i really enjoyed them one-liners lmao just writing away over the years while reading an occasional book helped me to get better naturally. i also like to watch abbie on youtube while drawing from time to time, as she really opened my eyes to certain things that allowed me to have a better flow in writing & generally feel more inspired. on a flipside though, art is & always will be my main passion & work ── as i'm sure my blog screams of it from like 100000000 miles away ── so while i did get much better throughout my lil role-play journey, it's not something that i take too seriously either. i just go with the flow, really, & i'm pretty proud of how far i came.

#// thank you so much for the ask jupi ♥ *squishes your cheeks*#🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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itz-ps15 · 5 months ago

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Nonny’s Barbershop Dilemma(A BG FANFIC)

Summary: Nonny’s hair gets too long during school activities, drawing, painting and also his favorite thing to do, read! His friend Gil wants to help him by taking him to get a haircut at the barbershop, but Nonny just couldn’t say yes. Why? Because he had Tonsurephobia, and bad experiences and memories from his childhood. How can Gil help his friend with the barbers to make him feel better?

Characters:Gil, Nonny, Kayden, Erica, Devon, Naomi,Emily(mentioned),Miss Jenny(mentioned)

Ages(Only the ones in the story, not the ones mentioned)

Gil:10

Nonny:11

Kayden:20

Erica:21

Devon:19

Naomi:35

It was a nice Saturday evening at Gil’s house. Nonny and his puppy Blossom were there as well. They were in Gil’s bedroom, with Gil playing with Bubble Puppy, and Nonny reading his book as Blossom cuddled by his side.

But as Nonny read, some loose strands of hair fell right in front of the pages. He blinked in surprise, but then had an annoyed look about it.

Nonny: Ugh! Not again. (blows the strands of hair away from his face)

Gil noticed, and wanted to help his friend out. He saw Nonny’s bag and went through to find a hairbrush.

Gil went towards Nonny, holding the hairbrush: May I?

Nonny nodded as Gil did brush his hair.

Gil the felt amazed by Nonny’s hair: Wow Nonny! Your hair is so soft! It’s softer than mine!

Nonny blushed at compliment.

Nonny: T-t-thanks Gil. It’s been getting in the way, because I’ve been neglecting it lately due to school activities and reading.

Gil: No problem buddy. (inspecting Nonny’s hair) But I hate to say it, but your hair’s in real bad condition. When did you last get it done?

Nonny didn’t know how to answer it, but said: 3 weeks or so…

Gil’s jaw dropped: 3 weeks?! But that’s way too much Nonny.

And with that, Gil picked up his cellphone and went through his contacts.

Gil:(scrolling through) Come on… where is it?!

Nonny looked with curiosity and confusion at Gil scrolling through the contacts.

Nonny: What are you looking for Gil?

Gil: You need a haircut, and I’m trying to find the number to my friends’ barbershop. BubbleTucky Barbershop.

Nonny went pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. He quickly put Gil’s hand down.

Nonny: (startled) Oh! Uhh…(sweating with stress) I appreciate the offer Gil, but I don’t think I can go. Not at all.

Gil blinked in surprise to what Nonny said.

Gil: What’s wrong buddy? Why don’t you wanna go to the barbershop?

Nonny sighed: Gil, you’re my best friend and all, and so are the others. So promise not to laugh at what I’m about to tell, which may sound silly. (tears come down from his eyes)

Gil cleaned them and held Nonny tight: Hey, you know I would never laugh at you. Please don’t cry Nonny. Tell me… what’s wrong?

Nonny sighed sadly and then explained the incident from when he was just 5, before he met Gil.

Nonny: My mom took me to this other salon, and the barber there was so rude and arrogant to me. He pulled me and dragged me to the chair, and when I cried for how hard he was, he just yelled at me to shut up. He wasn’t understanding, and it felt like I almost lost a piece of my scalp! (more tears come down as he cries) Mom took me to the doctor, and I was diagnosed with…

Gil:(worried and scared) With what?!

Nonny: (cried) Tonsurephobia! The fear of getting a haircut! (cries in breakdown) That’s why it sounded ridiculous! I’m scared of barbershops, and I don’t like getting haircuts.

Gil gasped in horror: Nonny, I’m surprised. (gets down) I’m so sorry that happened to you buddy. You didn’t deserve that at all. But my barber friends are super nice, and understanding.

Nonny looked down, he didn’t want to go to the barbershop.

Nonny: N-no thanks Gil. And besides, I’ve also been having bad dreams and nightmares about barbers. I can’t even sleep well. And, there’s something else I’ve been hiding…

Gil: What is it?

Nonny cried more, he couldn’t speak. He just sobbed: I’m getting bullied by Crystal, Emily, and Kane! But Emily has been the worst these days! She pulls my hair, she calls me names, mocks me, cuts my hair sometimes in bad looks, and she says that I belong with freaks, and that she calls me carrot boy because my hair is orange! (hands in eyes crying)

Gil was horrified as his heart sank hearing all this, and also noticing all the bruises and scars Nonny had in his arms, tail and face.

Gil: (hugs Nonny and holds his hand) Oh Nonny, I’m really sorry that happened to you. You never deserved it. And I know why you didn’t wanna tell me. It was because you didn’t want to cause more problems. But you told your mom right?

Nonny nodded: I did tell her. And we tried telling someone, but they don’t know what to do. (looks at his hair, sigh) Why can’t we go see Miss Jenny though? I’m used to her cutting my hair.

Gil: You know she’s sick and the salon is closed, so please, please give my friends at the barbershop a chance?

Nonny hesitated until Gil did one thing that could make him agree.

Gil:(closed his eyes for a moment, then opens them to be puppy eyes) Please, for your bestest friend in the whole world?

Nonny couldn’t resist, and reluctantly agreed with a shy nod: Alright I’ll go. But it doesn’t mean I’ll like it.

Gil:Yes! You won’t regret this. (picks up the phone and looks for the number)

He finally found the number and called to the barbershop.

At the barbershop, is Kayden and Erica, boyfriend and girlfriend who work there.

Kayden sat down feeling tired: Phew! What a day. We’d better close now babe.

Erica: (yawn) Agreed. Thank goodness we don’t have anyone tomorrow.

Just then, the phone rang, and Erica answered it.

Erica: BubbleTucky Barbershop. We handle any kind of hair! How can we help?

Gil: Hi Erica!

Erica’s eyes widened in joy.

Kayden: Who is it?

Erica: Gil! It’s so sweet to hear you again!

Gil: Yeah same here! Listen, I could really use your help. It’s for my friend Nonny.

Erica listened attentively, but wanted Kayden to listen.

Erica: Is it okay if I put it on speaker so Kayden can hear as well?

Gil: Sure!

Erica put her phone on speaker: Okay it’s on speaker.

Kayden: Hey Gil! Good to hear you!

Kayden ruffled Gil’s hair playfully.

Gil:(giggles) Hi Kayden.

Erica: So, you wanna tell us the situation about your friend?

Gil: Oh, right! He needs a haircut.

Kayden: Of course!

Gil: But, he kinda has a fear for barbershops due to a past experience from his childhood,bad memories,and even nightmares.

Erica gasped. And Kayden was shocked. Their eyes widened with fear as they exchanged worried glances.

Erica: Oh dear! That sounds terrible!

Kayden: That really is bad. But don’t worry, we’ll make him feel comfortable and make this a friendly and fun experience for him.

Gil smiled,his eyes widened with joy and twinkle.

Gil: Really?! Oh thanks so much! Well, when can I bring him?

Erica: You can bring him in tomorrow evening at 3:00. We’ll get ready before you get here tomorrow.

Gil: Great! Thank you so much!

Gil hung up and turned to Nonny.

Gil: Nonny, my friends said that that they can cut your hair tomorrow at 3:00pm. Isn’t it great?

Nonny just looked at him, but kinda put a fake smile.

Nonny: Yeah. I guess that’s good.

Gil was worried about his friend. He knew he was faking a smile, trying to hide how he really felt. He then saw tears come down his eyes.

Gil: Hey, look at me.

Nonny looked at him: What?

Gil: Don’t fake that smile, I know you’re upset. Nonny, don’t let fear get control of you.

Nonny sighed and agreed to go to the barbershop. Still, fears kept getting and growing in him.

That night, Nonny started having nightmares of the incident, and he started crying, and his crying caused his mom to come in.

Naomi: Baby, what’s wrong?

Nonny:(sobs hard,hugging his mom) Mom, I don’t wanna go to the barbershop! I’m too scared. Please don’t make me go there!(sobs) I don’t want a haircut! Please!(sobs on his mom’s chest)

Nonny cried almost all night. Naomi comforted him.

Naomi: Shh, shh, it’s okay sweetie. Mommy’s here. But remember, Gil will be by your side, and his friends are gonna be nice. And who knows? You might like how it’d turn out.

Nonny felt uneasy, and more tears came down: N-no please. I don’t want a haircut! I don’t want it!(hesitating and hugging his mom tightly taking her arms.

Nonny really didn’t wanna go. This makes his mom’s heart shatter.

Naomi:Sweetie, try to get some sleep. We’ll see tomorrow morning how you feel.

Nonny tried sleeping that night, but he kept moving around and tossing himself around until he could get some shut eye. But he still felt scared.

Nonny thought to himself: Will going there be that good like Gil said? What if they cut it too short, or what if they don’t like me?! What if, what if… what if it goes like last time?!

The next day: The day of the appointment.

Gil came to pick up Nonny for his haircut at the barbershop.

Nonny was in his room, he couldn’t sleep a wink. His eyes were all red and puffy from no sleep.

When his mom entered his room, she saw his condition.

Naomi: Oh baby. I’m guessing you didn’t have goodnight’s sleep.

Nonny shook his head. He felt more depression come down and anxiety rise.

Nonny: Mom, do I really need to go?

Just then, Gil entered: Hey guys!(looks at Nonny and his smile fades) Oh buddy, you don’t look that great. I’m guessing that he had a bad night Miss Quinn.

Naomi sadly nodded: I’m afraid so. (looks at Nonny, and sits beside him) Sweetheart, you don’t have to go. No one is forcing you to go.

But Nonny tried getting up: No, I’ll go. But it’s only because I don’t want my hair to be in my eyes.

Naomi and Gil exchanged concerned looks as they left Nonny’s room. Nonny was afraid of barbershops, haircut traumas, but he didn’t want his hair to get in the way anymore of his activities, and especially reading.

After Nonny got ready:

Gil and Nonny were on their way to the barbershop, and for some reason, Nonny was wearing a hoodie, in a hot day.

Gil couldn’t help but feel curious: Uh Nonny, why are you wearing that hoodie on a hot day? You’re gonna sweat in that.

Nonny sighed: I know I’m gonna sweat. But I don’t want to let anyone see my hair until we get there. It’s a literal mess. I couldn’t even brush it well enough this morning.

Gil: It’s okay. Erica will probably do something to make it look swimsational! I know that 100%!

Nonny was able to put a small smile, but inside, his heart raced with tremors.

Arriving at the barbershop, Gil opened the door and Nonny walked in first. Nonny felt his hands shaking and his eyes twitch. But the barbershop had a nice scent, and the environment seemed friendly.

Gil then shouted: Kayden! Erica! We’re here!

Nonny covered his ears and Gil noticed.

Gil: Oops.(embarrassed chuckle) Sorry Nonny. Didn’t mean to shout.

Nonny: Seriously? Don’t forget about my autism. Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret coming here?

Gil: Oh come on,(hitting him playfully on his shoulder)you’re gonna like them!

Just then, Kayden came in and hugged Gil. This made Nonny shrink back slowly behind Gil.

Kayden: Sup Gil! Great seeing you. (looks at Nonny) Ah, and you must be Nonny. (extends his hand out) Nice to meet you! Gil told me about you.

Nonny extended his hand and shook Kayden’s hand, but hid it back, looking down.

Kayden lifts Nonny’s head slowly: Hey, don’t be scared. I’m friendly. I don’t bite.

Nonny looks at Kayden, but still can’t smile. Just then, Erica walked in with another friend of her and Kayden’s.

Nonny looked at him. The other barber was a young man with black hair, with a turquoise fade. His tail was black with a dark turquoise zigzag pattern. He wore a black leather jacket with light turquoise music notes, blue headphones, glasses of a hippies, and he also had a dull teal beanie.

Erica: I think I have all the tools I need…(sees Gil, and squeals) Gil! (swims to him and hugs him) Great to see you!

Gil chuckled as Erica hugged him tightly into a bear hug.

Gil: Great seeing you to Erica! (looking at Nonny)Oh! Erica, this is Nonny.

Erica looked at Nonny, and her eyes turned into hearts of how cute he looked.

Erica: Hi Nonny! (kneels down) Oh you’re so cute! And I heard about this being your first time at a barbershop.

Nonny: Y-yeah. I-i-it is my first time. And… I’m really scared. I just have uncomfortable feelings when it’s a different place. And I just don’t like getting haircuts.

Erica: I see. It’s okay. (holds Nonny’s hand) Look at me sweetie.

Nonny looked at Erica, his freckles were seen when he blushed a bit.

Erica: Oh your freckles make you so sweet! You’re probably just the cutest and sweetest boy I’ll be styling.

Devon added: Yep. He’s a cute one for sure. Hi Nonny. My name’s Devon.

Nonny was able to stutter a shy hello to him with a small wave.

Erica: Do you mind taking off your hood to see what I’m working with sweet pea?

Nonny hesitated, but sadly pulled down his hood, revealing his bad bird nest and tangles.

Erica: (examining Nonny’s hair) Your hair is a lovely color. Although, it seems in real bad condition and shape.

Kayden: She’s right. I don’t wanna make it sound harsh, but it’s badly tangled. And it looks like a bird made it’s home there.

Devon then looked at Nonny’s ends and lifted a small strand.

Devon: And a bad case of split, fuzzy dead ends at 3 o clock here team.

Nonny felt embarrassed, and covered his eyes. The trio exchanged concerned glances at each other, realizing they may have made Nonny feel worse.

Erica: Oh pumpkin, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to say those things.

Nonny:(softly) I-it’s okay. It’s my own fault. I’ve been neglecting my own hair and haven’t been paying much attention to it. Now I look like a walking tree with a bird nest. (tears down his eyes)

Devon gave him a tissue: Here.

Nonny:(takes the tissue and cleans his tears) Thank you Devon.

Erica: Well sweetheart, would you like to take a seat so we can get started?

Nonny looked at the barber chair Erica pointed towards, but his heart raced with fear and terrors. Bad memories kept returning.

Nonny: (shaking his head with fear) N-no thank you. I don’t think I can do it.

He clinged himself to Gil’s arm, and took his hand tightly.

Kayden then patted his shoulder softly: Hey, it’s okay. My girlfriend will take great care of you. So will me and Devon. You think you can trust us?

Nonny hesitated even more, but then nodded sadly and worriedly.

Erica: Great. Follow me please.

Nonny followed Erica to her station, and sat down in the chair.

Nonny had some tears come down his cheeks. His anxiety rose more, with some depression. He even started to sweat a bit due to the hoodie.

Erica noticed and grabbed a stool to sit beside him, comforting him.

Erica: (soothing) It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you honey. I just wanna help you. I want this to be a fun experience for you. Do you wanna take off your hoodie so you feel more comfortable?

Nonny: O-okay. Go ahead.

He handed Erica his hoodie over and she placed it near them: There. It’s right there for comfort.

Erica smiled softly and grabbed a cape. She placed it around Nonny’s shoulders, buttoned it in the back, and made sure it didn’t pull or tug Nonny.

Erica: There. Now, let’s start by wetting your hair.

Just before she could, Kayden said: Hang on babe, we need some before photos of our new client. So he then can see the final result.

But right before Kayden could take some pictures, Nonny hid his face with his hands, shaking in fear of a photo.

Devon stopped them: Hang on team, I think he doesn’t want one. We shouldn’t do it if he wants to.

Erica nodded: You’re right.

Kayden put his phone away: Sorry Nonny. I didn’t mean to upset you.

Nonny looked up, shyly.

Gil: Sorry guys. I should’ve mentioned that Nonny doesn’t like having his picture taken much.

Erica smiled: It’s alright Gil. We didn’t know. But, now we can start wetting his hair down.

Erica picked up a spray bottle sprayed some water to his hair. Nonny flinched at how cold the water was.

Nonny: C-cold!

Erica: It’s okay sweetie. I didn’t mean to startle you, but I just need to get it dampened well to make it easier for me to cut. Barbers do that sometimes.

Nonny tried staying calm as Erica kept spraying his hair with water. She went as slowly as possible to keep him comfortable.

She then declared: There. All wet, now to comb it out.

She combed out Nonny’s hair, but he winced as Erica hit some tangles.

Erica quickly noticed: Oh dear! I’m so sorry Nonny! Didn’t mean to hurt you.

Nonny blushed in embarrassment: It’s okay. My hair is a mess, so I expected that it’d be tangled.

Kayden then gave Erica a spray bottle: Here babe. Thought you’d be detangling this mane.

Erica took the detangling spray: Thanks babe!(kisses Kayden on the cheek)

Erica sprayed some detangling spray onto Nonny’s hair and passed her comb.

Erica: There you go. No more pain.

Nonny sighed in relief, and was able to smile a bit, and blushed.

Erica noticed and cooed: Oh you’re such a dear and so adorable when you smile and blush! And it shows more cuteness with your freckles.

She turned to Kayden and Devon saying: He might just be the cutest boy ever! I mean, freckles just like me! #frecklesforever!

Kayden and Devon had to agree. Nonny was darn cute and adorable.

Next, was time for the actual haircut to begin. Erica picked up her scissors, and Nonny’s anxiety grew more as the scissors came near. His smile faded.

Erica quickly noticed and said: It’s okay. Nothing to be afraid about. I’m just gonna do a simple trim and we’ll see where it’ll go from there. That sound good?

Nonny hesitated for a moment, but he shyly nodded.

Devon then came up and told Nonny: Tell you what, if you don’t like how it looks, Erica can always fix it. Sound okay?

Nonny looked at Erica for reassurance.

Erica: Yeah, I can always fix it if you don’t like how it looks.

Nonny hesitated, but then nodded.

Erica then stared trimming some of Nonny’s hair. The first snips didn’t make him flinch, but he felt tickled, Erica kept him as comfortable as possible and went slowly.

Nonny watched with hesitation as strands of hair floated onto the floor. Some hairs even drifter on his shoulders

Erica then had an idea.

Erica: Hey Nonny, is it okay for you to take some deep breaths for me? It helps when you feel that way during a haircut. And I can put some soft music to make you feel relaxed.

Nonny: (sigh) Y-yeah. Sure. I can do that.

Erica smiled. She picked up her phone, and put a soft calming playlist on Spotify.

Erica: There you go. Now let’s keep cutting your hair.

She loves to the front and trimmed his bangs. With that, more hairs drifted to the floor, even on the cape. Nonny tried staying calm and relaxed.

Erica looked at Nonny’s eyes: Wow, your eyes are a lovely shade of green. They remind me of emeralds!

Nonny smiled and blushed: Thank you.

Nonny took deep breaths for Erica as she cut his hair. And before he knew, she declared:

Erica: There! All nice and trimmed.

Nonny looked in the mirror to see his hair nicely trimmed.

Erica: This style is called the piece-y haircut. It goes perfect with your face shape.(picks up a hand mirror for him to see the back) You like it?

Nonny smiled and nodded softly: It’s actually really nice.

Erica: I’m glad to hear it. But, we’re not down yet. Time for a little surprise.

Nonny: A surprise? Oh. I-I don’t like surprises that much.

Erica smiled and put a hand on his shoulder:Trust me,you’re gonna like this one.

Now, close your eyes for me.

Nonny hesitated and closed his eyes. Erica looked at Kayden and Devon, signaled them to got to her.

Kayden and Devon went up to her with curiosity.

Kayden: What’s going on babe?

Devon: Yeah. Is everything okay?

Erica:Yeah! Everything is okay. I just need both of you to help me with this special surprise.

She then whispered her plan to them. Gil wanted to know, so Erica whispered her plan to Gil.

Erica: Don’t tell Nonny. (wink, and giggle)

Gil winked back: I won’t. My lips are sealed.(giggles)

Erica then picked up all the tools she needed for the “surprise”.

The tools were the following:

-Curling Iron

-Curlers

-Hairdryer

-Round Hair Brush

-Paint Brush and a paint palette

-Hairspray

-Wavy cream

And hair serum

First, Erica applied the wavy cream, and hair serum onto Nonny’s hair.She then picked up curlers to place in front of Nonny’s bangs.

Nonny felt them, he tried to take a peek, but Erica playfully covered his eyes saying: No peeking. You don’t wanna ruin the surprise.

Nonny closed his eyes again.He heard the hairdryer doing some work as he also felt his hair being brushed. He then suddenly felt some combing through his hair.

Kayden then approached with the curling iron.

Kayden: Okay, uh, in the back right?

Erica nodded: Yep.

Kayden carefully curled the back of Nonny’s hair to create nice loose curls. Meanwhile, Devon used the paintbrush and added some light orange streaks to make it look neat.

Finally, Erica combed them to make the curls softer and messier, and she added some hairspray for a shiny touch. She then took off the cape for Nonny and cleaned him quickly with a small brush.

Erica: Okay sweetheart, you can open your eyes now.

Nonny slowly opened his eyes and he gasped.

His hair was now styled nicely with soft wavy bangs and curls. He actually looked like a K-pop idol.

Nonny passed his fingers thoroughly, and smiled: I-I love it. It’s different to what I’m used to, but this is really nice!

Erica beamed with pride: I’m so glad you like it. You look handsome.

Gil swam and hugged Nonny.

Gil: See Nonny? I told you they’d help you out! You look like a merprince. Or that guy from your favorite boy band. What was it again?! I know it’s Korean!

Devon: You mean BTS? He does look like that one guys with the 3 dogs and cat? What his name again?

Erica: You mean V? Oh he is so cute! (looks at Nonny)

Erica then takes out her phone to find a picture of V from BTS, and compares them.

Kayden: Okay, that says it. You look like V from BTS.

Nonny smiled at those compliments and made a small laugh.

Nonny: Thank you so much for this. I actually felt really safe around you three.

The barber trio smiled with delight and pride.

With that, Gil and Nonny left the barbershop with smiles, and Nonny still had his fear of other hair cutting places, but his new friends made him feel better.

He showed his mom and his mom smiled.

Naomi: Oh honey, you look so handsome and wonderful! Gil told me you were brave. I’m so proud of you.

Nonny: You really like it?

Naomi brushed his hair: Honey, I love it! It’s perfect! You should be proud of yourself!

His mom hugged him and Nonny felt happy about how it came out, fears slowly disappearing.

This is for @yet-happy

Remember to get inspiration from Deviantart please.

The Barbershop Trio:

From left to right:Devon Scotts, Erica Winslow and Kayden Rawling

Descriptions about the Barber Trio:

Devon is 19, making him the youngest of the group. He is mistaken for an emo, but he’s actually really kind and mature. But he is a bit clumsy, accident prone and a goofball. His favorite color is black, and his style is an artsy “Emo” style.

Erica is the oldest, 21 years old. She’s a barber at BubbleTucky Barbershop, but Kayden sometimes teases her for being short. She’s shy, understanding, kind, caring, an animal lover, smart, gentle, and patient. Her favorite color is teal, and her style is an artsy style. Kayden is her boyfriend.

Kayden is Erica’s boyfriend, he is 20 years old, but likes to tease his girlfriend since he’s taller. He’s a music lover and ver passionate about styling hair, cause he, Erica and Devon are barbers. His favorite color is green and his style is a casual exotic style.

They are all friends with Miss Jenny.

The Barber Trio also have pets.

Erica has two bunnies, Gigi and Becky.

Kayden has 2 dogs, a German shepherd named Jet, and a Brussels Griffon named Eevie.Devon has a cat and dog. His cat’s name is Zara and his Husky’s name is Comet.

What was Nonny’s nightmare you may be asking? This is what it’s like, and better get a plushie and hug yourself, cause it’s kinda scary.😱

Mine is a bit darker.You all better take hands, and not scream.

So Nonny wakes up in a dark room, not knowing where he was. He tried getting up, but he couldn’t. He looked down to see that his arms, and his tail were strapped and tied to a barber chair! Soon, a dark figure holding big scissors goes near him, revealing himself as an evil barber, and makes Nonny scream! Nonny scream as loud as he could, trying to call for help, but the barber covers his mouth,so he wouldn’t speak more, and cuts a giant chunk of his hair off!😰😰😰😰😰 Nonny cried as the barber kept, and his muffled cries made him pass out.😰

Okay, maybe too much

Me when I wrote this story: When I wrote this story, I always saw that Nonny would be a character with more sensitivity toward haircuts, because people with autism don’t like changes a lot. But if you talk about this with someone and share it, you can see that change can be good and helps you more. But I wrote this because I felt like I wanted my version of Nonny to have something that triggers haircuts, which is why I gave him Tonsurephobia. Tonsurephobia is the fear of getting a haircut, and tonsure is Greek for “to cut” which makes a lot of sense because that’s part of getting a haircut, cutting hair!

Here is an example of Nonny’s haircut nightmares when it comes to barbers.

#bubble guppies #bubble guppies ocs #nonny #bubble guppies nonny #Gacha #gacha life 2 #Kayden Erica and Devon #the barbershop trio

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burning-thistles-bt · 8 months ago

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Hi! First of all, love the AU and fic, I've been keeping up with it for about a year now and I love seeing new updates on it! Secondly, I was wondering two things... #1. Is Adderfang still Thistlestar's mentor in this AU? I don't believe we ever saw much of their Mentor-Apprentice relation in the fic if it existed, (likely because Adderfang hates Thistlestar so much xD) what was that like? Do you think Adderfang's reaction being so extreme was not only because he loves his daughter, but also because he felt betrayed at his former apprentice's actions? and #2. In Leopardstar's honor, a timeline is given for Mosspelt's pregnancy and relationship with Frogleap, and through another wonderful oversight by the Erins, Mosspelt apparently was pregnant while she was still an apprentice, from Frogleap, a cat who was ~4 years old. She gave birth around the same age as Spottedleaf had the Firesibs! I know that the BT timeline is a bit altered from canon, and that the fic pre-dates some later retcons from the series, like Volewhisper surviving. Is Frogleap having a predatory relationship with Mosspaw/pelt a thing that happened in BT? If so, what was that like for Mosspelt? Did she ever get any support in her hardships? did Dawnflower join the rebels out of a disdain for Thistlestar, knowing he has done terrible things like her father did as well? Anyways, that's about all. Sorry for such a long message! Thanks for putting so much time into your work and making such a great fic, and for taking the time to read my questions!!

yes Adderfang is still Thistlestar's mentor! i don't believe if it was ever mentioned in the fic or any one-shots, but he is lol. Adderfang's reaction was so extreme because Spottedpaw was his Precious Baby Girl and he very abruptly realized during the reveal how awful it was that someone in a position of power was getting with an apprentice (he would not have been so aggressive if this was a situation with a different apprentice and warrior---for example, Whitepaw and Goldenflower, or something. he cared and got protectively angry so much because it was his own daughter affected). the fact that Thistlestar was his own apprentice honestly didn't even cross his mind until it was over, and then it was just a very angry thought process of "i never taught him to be like that! (did i teach him to be like that?)" (yes, he taught him to be like that---not a predator, but he taught, unintentionally, Thistlestar to be more aggressive. remember, Adderfang was a part of Thistleclaw's groups that attacked kittypets for no reason.)

in BT canon, Mosspelt and Frogleap's relationship isn't touched upon much because I didn't realize how young Mosspelt was and also I'm not sure how much their age gap changes with the condensed timeline in BT lol. But! But! There are always hidden inappropriate relationships in the background (like, WillowTawny, although that's not really in the bg, but compared to SpottedThistle, GrassThistle, and DawnFinch, its not as prominent. also ShadeThistle is a bg bad-relationship. and i believe Cloudrunner x Morningflower would be one too, and there's definitely more. and future ones, like Snowbird x Scorchfur), so I do think Frog and Moss could be as it is in accidentally implied canon, where Frog groomed Moss. after all, most of RiverClan was pretty accepting of Thistle getting with Grass, weren't they? well, in general, it is---or was---unfortunately an acceptable part of clan culture. I do think that there is a multitude here; I think Frogleap is not as manipulative as Thistlestar, and cared more genuinely about Mosspelt and her emotions. While that does not make what he did okay AT ALL, I think Mosspelt did not experience as much negative emotions about the situation, and she doesn't perceive herself as being preyed upon. There are real life relationships like this, and they're definitely not ideal, and there's issues, but sometimes it just works out like that. i think there might have been issues down the line though, if Frogleap had survived, and Mosspelt had grown more as a person and developed differences in her personality than to how she was as an apprentice/young warrior. I'm getting "they died a happy couple, but if he had lived, she would have grown up and become more independent and he'd get upset at the changes, and then she'd divorce him" vibes

Dawnflower was one of Thistlestar's victims! it's mentioned a few times in passing that Thistlestar would 'go on patrol' with Dawnpaw, or look at Dawnpaw. actually, most young she-cats in RiverClan (Silverstream, Grasswhisker, Vixenleap, Shadepelt, Dawnflower, Primroseleaf, Feathertail, etc.) experienced some level of "creepiness" with Thistlestar. Dawnpaw/flower was one of the ones that Thistlestar would definitely say a bunch of weird shit to and touch her, but they never did anything past that. still, Dawnflower was scared shitless by him and terrified he'd do something she didn't want to him. she also just hated how aggressive/annoying Thistle and Lightning's rule was, so she left the instant she had an out (LeopardClan), though she was also really scared to leave her family/home behind, and worried for her siblings/friends. Dawnflower also definitely thinks of Frogleap (her dad) as a good warrior, and has no idea his and Mosspelt's relationship would have been similar to what she was experiencing (though, again, Mosspelt viewed Frogleap's attention as a much more positive thing, sort of like how Spottedleaf did with Thistlestar at the beginning. Meanwhile, Dawnflower was just always scared of his attention)

it's interesting, definitely, that Mosspelt stood against Thistlestar and what he'd done, yet never saw that she was victim to something similar too... though, to be fair, she joined LeopardClan because she supported Leopardfur as a close friend (through Frogleap) and knew Leopardfur was being unjustly accused, not necessarily out of a hatred of Thistlestar himself. much to think about...

#the complexity of relationships get me #i want to keep rambling about every single riverclan cat now #we love the long messages!!! questions get us thinking and its fun!#lolling response #anon ask #asked and answered #burning thistles #burning thistles au #mosspelt #frogleap #dawnflower #thistlestar #thistleclaw #leopardclan #adderfang

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muslimintp-1999-girl · 1 year ago

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Do you think we have any hope for Jelly being endgame for season 3? I'm guessing it's the final season if it's I need them to be endgame they're the main relationship of the series to me If it's not endgame why would I invest my time on season 3? Even if the cheating plot doesn't happen that still won't make the season good. You expect me to see Belly end up with this toxic jerk again and have Jere hurt again? Imagine watching the love of your life getting married to your brother ugh that would be the worst ending for Jeremiah Conrad doesn't really have anything with Belly all he does is same some corny ass line and it never lands the jelly relationship is more developed imo Conrad never wants her unless she' interested in someone else it's annoying didn't like him in the books don't in the show team Jelly forever.

I have no plans of watching s3 personally. And I'll wait for the season to finish before checking out who they ended up making the endgame. And apparently (due to the strikes I guess?) s3 will be out like after 2 years. Anyways as much as I hope Jenny has realised how bad of a look bonrad endgame is, Conrad is still hella romanticised and I don't trust her for delivering jelly endgame.

Exactly my point, there's no reason for making Belly end up with a toxic guy and romanticising it.

I feel that in a way, Jere did the right thing walking away knowing he'll never be appreciated but ugh does it break my heart to know that he's never appreciated enough 💔

Exactly, jelly has EVERY single thing under the sun going on for them, like every cute trope, best lines. Best friends to lovers, angst, mutual pining, telepathy, deep conversations, attraction, care, love, not to mention the chemistry & acting of Gavin and Lola. And like Jere has boundaries but still lets her bejeweled. Like how am I supposed to resist this ship!?! Jenny really did give them the best of everything (and then took it away and made them tragic lol)

While all bonrad has is infinity necklace (and Taylor songs in the bg in the show) lol

THIS!!! EVEN S1 Belly realised and acknowledged and admitted this that Conrad doesn't like her but likes that she is into him and chasing him. Plus every meaningful conversation esp to be clear on where they stand was initiated by Belly. Imo if tsitp was a one season show, it would make so much sense and provide a great plot twist and ending to make jelly the endgame and have it ended there. Like season 1 was amazing, it had Belly call out Conrad's bs and we finally had jelly only for the last scene to fuck it up.

I HATE HATE HATE that they erased all character development of Belly for a weak and toxic male character & romanticised a man who breadcrumbs her, is never emotionally available, hurts her and dare I say only sees her as a competition (coz I'm sick of twitter bonrad stans accusing Jere of this competition bs when if it's any brother who does this, it's clearly Conrad. Like all their accusations on Jere are literally a bunch of projections).

#thank you for sending this ask #tsitp #team jelly #bellyjere

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THE BIBLE VERSE FORMAT I’m done imagine he makes his own “Bible” of sayings and it’s like “book of aiku, book of Oliver, aikulations, women” LMAOAOA

Actually wait reuniclus does give me nagi hype man vibes now that you mention it like fr just chilling and being Nagi’s cheerleader even if the decision is bad LMAOOO kinda like Shidou energy but like, not to that extent obv

PLEASE I mean if you HAVE the material I will never say no….but PMG WAIT the one from the mini smau you made too right??? Omg guys tullia reader reveal!!! I’m crying THE AUDIO ok who’s gonna hit reader up and say the “YIPPEE” LMAO and I forgot to mention I’m still slowly watching the dub and I just past the “don’t disrespect soccer” scene and I relived the cringe all over again LMAOAOA that scene is forever iconic though also SHIN AH WAIT HES SO CUTE

BAROU YAYOI EXES omg…wait??? Ok but anyways where was all this pokemon info when I was actively breeding stuff….wtf why did I never know some of these things

ORPHANED BABY KANGASKHAN so many potential routes…or post main plot he just ends up being the go to sitter first Tullia sends over her baby pokemon and then Hiori sends over some orphans and then baby pokemon just gravitate to him like he just wakes up one night to that munna at his door or like nibbling on his hair…LMAO real losercore it’s fr either flame or be flamed for him

LMAOO FR chigiri would so be like “wtv I don’t wanna put up with whatever shit they give me later” wait actually I don’t know the meme?? Do enlighten me LOL

“Interesting way of inhaling” has me cackling LMAOO real he would do that BACK ARCH IS ICONIC OFC IK IT hes jumping up chest bump the ball and hioris marking him and we see feathers and stuff how could I forget!! But REALLL LMAO yuki Reo Karasu sleeper build /j but yeah barous just ginormous it’s like putting otoya next to nagi and he looks short as hell then you realize Nagi’s just a skyscraper and otoyas pretty tall still

LMAOO first maid then stripper what’s next for fanon Barou

SHAHSHS “if my parents don’t get to divorce neither do you” HAAHAH the dynamic is fr so funny

Yuki back to being the opp FR but wait fwtkac bestie in the pokemon verse…guys…its all interconnected this truly was our miraverse multiverse

Me I just auto filter it out and enjoy the art LMAO

LMAOOO SELL THE PRINCESS side note but Nagi looks so cute like that HSSVSJSB the audio also has me laughing wait the yuki edit is kinda majestic esp with the eye blink fade to the flower bg???

I was gonna type LMAOO here but I look up and see like three LMAOOs stacked on top of each other so I’ll refrain ig but ok no if you’re just casually reading there’s no way you’d be able to tell (I think I’ve mentioned this before but before I put two and two together and realized you wrote peregrine too I read some of your other works including cherry tree and I fr had no idea I would’ve guessed that you were a Rin enthusiast considering how good it was) so I don’t think you need to worry LOL AHAHAHA the Isagi ones crack me up they were still fire though but considering the context and our convos I still find it funny bfb Karasu is my Roman Empire but anyways back to the point yeah I don’t think anyone would be able to guess because tbh even your works for characters that (I know now) you don’t rlly care for are more thought out than a good number of works I see floating around (no hate ofc but when I read your work I can FEEL that there’s been a lot of consideration put into it)

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO NAH BECAUSE HE WOULD BE THE ONE pls i’m going to have to take a break from the oaeu for a bit just to stop thinking in the aiku mindset before starting pursuit i cannot be writing such an insane plot and be dropping in aikulations midway through

LMAO NO LITERALLY all of nagi’s pokémon gas him up sm except for i think his snorlax (why do i always forget he has one) is lowkey his opp for some reason HAHAAH like it’s giving ash and charizard i feel

YES from the smau!! LMAOAOA PLSSS READER SEARCHING FOR THE “YIPPEE” TO HER FORTNITE UND COLA technically since she only sees kaiser and ness again in NEL and she’s on pxg (technically on their bench but yk) there’s a few options…either charles chimes in to be problematic, shidou does it for the same reason, karasu does it because he’s always matching her vibes, or rin deadpans it because he wants to impress her but he also thinks it’s stupid 😭 DON’T DISRESPECT SOCCER IS INSANE WORK the way nagi and reo were so unamused too it’s truly such an embarrassing scene idk how isagi nation recovered…look ik nagi’s going through it but that panel of his ego leaving him was GORGEOUS so we are always up!!

HAHAAH OFCCC i love making silly two second drawings!! maybe not EVERY ask but i’ll def sprinkle them in w some frequency!! here’s pursuit reader (post written by karasu tbh)

i was a smogon LURKER that’s why i know so much random stuff LMAAOAO anyways barou yayoi exes…barou who knows he’s dying and can’t bear to break her heart when he finally passes so he pushes her away but she doesn’t let him…yayoi who still waits by the door hoping he’ll come back one day and wondering if she did something to push him away but he’s actually just dead…nah because the karasus and the barous (technically reader is an l/n but ykwim) are so intertwined so paralleled it’s just soooooooo ahem anyways okay but then karasu finding reader is even more cute because it’s not just reader thinking “my cousin sent someone to look after me when he no longer could” it’s YAYOI thinking “barou sent his cousin to love my brother because he couldn’t love me” STFUUUUUUU i’m crying sobbing screaming shitting tears (love in this sense is platonic of course…ha ha…)

HELP KARASU JUST ATTRACTING BABY POKÉMON it all started w him accidentally adopting hiori and reader and everything spiraled from there okay wait lowkey instead of being a gym leader (i’m not mega attached to the idea because his goal in the story is proving himself to yayoi and after that he just hangs around to help reader and co out so his ending could be whatever) imagine karasu becomes the pokémon daycare owner 🥹 in an au where the daycare isn’t where pokémon breed it’s just meant for raising younger pokémon while the trainers are out battling or exploring dangerous ideas LOWKEY THIS COOKS IMAGINE HIM AND HIS BIRDS LOOKING AFTER THE EGGS 😭😭😭 or garchomp and lucario teaching the babies how to fight…dare i say an epilogue change is in order…

i don’t even know if there’s an actual meme it’s just whenever someone’s slaying in an unexpected way you just say “this diva” or “these divas” idk it just gives karasu/otoya

ok this is the only example i could find online that fits the vibe LMAOAOAAO i promise i didn’t just have this on hand

BACK ARCH TOP THREE KARASU PANELS AND IT’S NOT TWO OR THREE!! KDFJISJDSJ he’s just such a hater at heart he cannot stop himself…no because i always joke about isagi and otoya being short because compared to nagi karasu barou they ARE but they still are much taller than ME so i need to cool it w the clowning 😭 but agreed yeah barou is just massive bro his HANDS?? his thumb is like the size of isagi’s wrist good lord (lowkey karasu’s hands are also really big like in the panel of him waving to hiori they look magnificent)

MIRAVERSE MULTIVERSE might as well make hiori’s love interest his childhood bff who only ever wanted to take care of pokémon and not battle them and when he runs away he doesn’t tell her so she can’t find him until she realizes he’s at the safari zone waiting for her in the exact house she dreamed of as a kid (white butterfree/beautifly asf) HAHAHA

THE YUKI EDIT ACTUALLY ATE AGREED!! and omg the nagi video had me cackling okay these two videos [1] and [2] aren’t edits they’re from an artist but the sae one had me cackling because that’s exactly how we believe he should be written and the tabieita one is tabieita so ofc it goes hard HAHAHA

IT’S OKAY I’M A LMAO WARRIOR i try to add in a HAHA and a key smash every now and again but when you’re texting there’s only so many things you can add in yk 🤔 ANYWAYS idk why but i read that as you JUST figured out i wrote peregrine and i was like ??? how did you take this long to realize??? HAHAHA please the isagi ones are so lighthearted tbh maybe i just don’t like writing him because nobody is making me make him SUFFER like i’m excited to write him in pursuit because he’s interesting and weird and has odd dynamics w the characters instead of being mega ultra green flag plus (isagi treating reader the way he’d treat barou but she’s not barou and never will be and sometimes that frustrates him because barou was his rival and best friend and he’ll never get him back and reader won’t even TRY [not that she should this is just the mindset] yet at the same time he also treats her very kindly when he can because she’s barou’s most beloved and whenever he upsets her he can feel barou’s disapproval and he wonders why he’ll never be able to live up to his rival’s expectations and questions if maybe the wrong one of them got to live…) LMAOOO okay but yeah bfb karasu is just that guy JFSKDKDS i’ve seen a revival in bfb interactions i’m expecting more people to find it now that s2 is coming out AHHAAH and yeah i always try to put some effort into everything i write!!! i mean i managed to cook for kiyora and i barely knew anything abt him i truly do think my wc is super prompt dependent more than anything!! like i was in the kitchen w white butterfly and i did NOT gaf abt hiori the prompt was just vague enough that i could infuse my own style into it so the wc naturally expanded 🤩 same w the instrument/seabird/cherry tree…not that i mind more specific requests it just means i’m more likely to be able to write less since there’s less avenues for me to explore ig 🤔

anyways uhhh idk if you’ll see it before you read this or not but 1k event post dropping posthaste 😏‼️ i decided to do the pokémon theme after all since soooo many people do food/drink themed ones might as well be #different #miraverse LMAOAOAO

#answered asks #pokémon au

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