#divine luck ruined her character

[comfortabletogether]

YOU GET IT!!! Kizuna did nothing wrong‼️‼️

and I believe her emotions from chapter two were real especially since she ended up trusting Akane‼️‼️

idc if kizuna was supposed to be a bad person!!!! idgaf what anyone even linuj says!!!!!! i've forgiven women for worse!!!!!!! plus she's literally a comphet lesbian who suffered from Her Mother she gets a pass

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat

Checking-in with some more of John and Sabrina's AU: from Oliver and Leslie coming clean about their wrongdoings to John's no-so-pleasant introduction to his neighbors. Mwah.

Leslie watched Oliver rush in the division, headed towards his desk with conviction. "Fucker is more patient than expected.", he muttered and threw himself in one of the chairs across from him. "I still can't believe you went there to begin with." "I did it for you, and for her. We need to know who exactly we're dealing with." Leslie's eyes quickly darted to his, before returning to his computer screen, "Nothing comes up on him. He's clean." "You ran a check on him?", Oliver asked and gave him a mischievous smile, "You changed your mind, didn't you? You're not giving up on her." "Nothing like that.", the stern look didn't erase his wide grin, "You said it yourself, we need to know who we're dealing with." "Sure. Tell yourself that.", he gestured behind him, "Rina's on her way up, too. Though, with how he was looking at her like he was about to eat her and not his lunch, it might be a while." Leslie frowned at the absolutely unnecessary information, "I didn't ask." "I'm just debriefing you.", McKenzie shrugged innocently, "You don't like it… man up, Leslie, and do something to shift the tide." "Drop the idea. Better yet, drop the pirate puns." "Can't do. I'm loving playing wingman, but you might want to consider hazard pay for good old Ollie." Leslie scrunched his nose, "Do I even want to know?"

"Sat next to the guy, and you know how tiny Rue's booths are. Have to say, my instincts were screaming at me I might get stabbed at any moment. Fucked with him nonetheless. Even made him pay for my food." His eyes narrowed, "Didn't you just say he was patient?" "Patient. But a storm was brewing beneath it all. I can tell when I need to stop pushing, you know.", Oliver leaned back in his chair, locking his hands at the nape of his neck, "He sure almost broke character when I mentioned a three-way." "You-" "Absolutely did.", he appeared as if he was contemplating something, "Icky visuals to picture, between Rina and him looking like you… no offense. I feel like that threesome will scar me and not in a good way." Leslie snorted at the idea, "He doesn't look like me." "Leslie, do you own a mirror?" The door put an end to their argument about the looks of Sabrina's date. The two watched her silently make her way over to her desk, and her flushed cheeks made him question if Oliver had been right about her taking extra time bidding John goodbye. "Any deliveries for me?", she finally spoke up, leaning against her desk as she regarded them the same way she did with suspects. "Nope.", McKenzie retorted quickly, "You waiting on something, Rina? Did you do some late-night online shopping?" "John sent flowers." "He did?", Leslie made the mistake of joining the conversation. "Indeed. So you two just skip to the part where you tell me what happened to them."

"What a frivolous accusation.", Oliver chirped at the same time as Parish rolled away from his desk to pull out the waste bin and slide it over to her. "What?", Sabrina reached out to touch one one of the pitiful roses. "I threw it away." McKenzie swore under his breath at the unprompted confession. A confused frown marred her features, "Why, Leslie?" "Because it was disrespectful as hell." "I don't understand. He sent me flowers. Flowers, Leslie. Why would-" "Read the fucking card, Rina. Not only is he pompous and cliched as hell, but he has no damn shame either.", Oliver cut her off. Sabrina looked between him and the bouquet before reluctantly picking up the card laying on top. Leslie could tell exactly when she came to the realization, her lips forming a small 'oh' before she pursed them in disapproval, aimed at the wrong perpetrator. "Listen, I'm not shaming ya, you ride whoever you want to ride.", Oliver broke the silence again, "I don't give a fuck if he's a lawyer, a senator, hell, even my father, though my ma would take offense. But this,", he gestured to her hands holding the card, "is tacky. Frankly borderline criminal." "Guys.", a sigh, then she stopped. "What? Tell me you love the flowers. Come on. 100 roses or fuck knows how many, paired with that card. To your workplace. Romantic." "Ollie.", Leslie muttered under his breath, "That's enough." "I didn't…", she huffed, throwing the card at Oliver, "I didn't sleep with him."

He, in turn, opened the small piece of paper and presented it, finger tapping the writing on the inside for good measure, "'Thank you for last night.'" "I helped him with something.", she pointed at him, "And no, I'm not telling you after the shit you pulled at lunch. Hell, it's a miracle he still wants to go out again after being hit by hurricane Oliver." "I'm sorry.", the look aimed at him reeked of disbelief, "I truly am. But come on, you can't leave me hanging. I need more that 'I helped with something' to believe it's all innocent." "You're just going to keep pestering me the whole day until I tell you, aren't you?" McKenzie smirked, "Have we met? Damn right, I will." "No word about it. Promise me. Both of you." "We do. Spill.", he said quickly before Leslie even had a chance to respond. "A bat went into his hotel room while he was in the shower or something.", she let out a small laugh, "He called me, freaking out. I helped him to deal with the poor thing. No bats were harmed." Oliver tilted his head, "But can we say the same about his family jewels?" "Ollie." "What? You know they tend to dangle, hence why they'd look like a target…" "Gross." "Just an observation." "Les, any snarky comments from you? So we can move on from the subject." "Nope. Got nothing."

Sabrina cleared her throat, "The flowers are a 'thank you' for that." "I still don't like it.", Parish uttered out. "Of course you don't. You all won't approve of anyone I'd choose to go out with, not just John. Nobody would be good enough." "No. He doesn't have to be perfect.", it was his turn to point at the roses that were a thorn in his eye, no matter their true purpose, "First thing he does out in the open and he's overdoing it, sending you a bouquet you can't even hold without being hidden behind it. Did he even ask if you like roses?" "Roses are perfectly fine." "They sure aren't something you'd pick." "Doesn't matter. It's the gesture I care about. The fact that he thought of me." Oliver groaned at her excuse, "And the card? Can't tell me he didn't know it could be taken out of context." "He probably wanted to make me laugh.", she crossed her arms, fully set on believing she knew a man she just met, "You saw him at lunch. He's well-behaved, a gentleman. He paid for your food, for heaven's sake. He didn't have to." "Sure he is. You forgot weird from the list, by the way." "I like him, Ollie, strangeness included. And I don't want to argue with either of you, all because I went out on one date." Sabrina took a few steps forward until she was standing next to Leslie's desk and offered out both of her hands for each detective to take, "Understood?" Oliver was the first to react, faking a handshake, which made her smile, "Fine, fine. I still don't know what you see in Batman, especially with how much he looks like a slightly shrunken version of Leslie. You better hope nothing below the belt is-"

"Oliver, oh my f-" "He doesn't look anything like me.", Leslie cut in. "But…", McKenzie made a dramatic pause, "I will tolerate his existence." "Batman? You better not call him that to his face." He patter her hand, "No promises." "Les?", her eyes moved to Parish, noticing he had made no move to grab her hand. A few beats passed and he finally caved in. "Fine.", he muttered in defeat as he enveloped it in his, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Leslie did his hardest to avoid the pointed look Oliver tried to give him from across the desk, releasing her hand as he added, "We got a tip on Keats while you were at lunch. Right when you left. Seemed promising, but… nothing came out of it." "You went there? Why- why didn't you call me?", her voice rose at the potential of finally capturing a suspect in one of their older cases, "I told you-" "And ruin your date?" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Oliver was already on that. You should have called." "I was not. Excuse me for going hungry and stopping at my favorite restaurant where you happened to be, too. Not my fault Batman can't handle another man's presence as he's trying to charm the pants off someone. Hell, he should have thanked me for making things more interesting.", Oliver rattled on. "Ollie." "Yeah?" "You were in his space, stealing his food… when you had your own."

"I was testing his generosity.", he argued, "If he can't share with me, how will he be with my goddaughter?" "What am I going to do with you…", she sighed in exasperation, "Now, enough of you trying to distract me and save Leslie from getting an earful about being reckless." "Don't stop at my expense, Rina. I'm waiting for the spanking, you know I love a good show." Leslie ignored his remarks, "It's not a big deal. All I got to see was an empty house." She sent a frown his way at the nonchalant tone he had used, "Doesn't matter. Wherever you go, I come, too. It's protocol." "I was in no danger whatsoever. Keats is half my size." "It's how you go shot last time, Leslie. Going off on your own. Or did you forget it altogether?" It was almost impossible to erase the memory, of thinking he was going to bleed to death after a suspect had blindsided him, only to be found by a good samaritan, passed out in a warehouse the middle of nowhere in a pool of his own blood. A miracle. He still carried the scar of the bullet that had almost taken his life. Had gotten a tattoo near it to remind himself he had pulled through, that he was still breathing. Sabrina knew it. "You weren't even here back then, Rina." "You-", her hazel eyes narrowed as she smacked his shoulder, "No stunts like that, swear it." "I promise." "Good. Because you're not dying on me, Parish.", she said with conviction before setting on trying to salvage whatever she could from the flowers, just as the phone on his desk rang with a new tip.

"So you would advise me against that?", Owen Montgomery asked for what felt like the hundredth time, causing John to pinch the bridge of his nose as he pushed his simmering frustration down. "That's exactly what I said, Owen." "But-", the man started again and he interrupted him before he could slip into another useless deviation from the issue at hand, from the fact he was close to ending up with nothing as settlement. "Do you want to live in a one-bedroom apartment in the bad side of town?", John asked flatly, "Because that would happen if you go against the prenuptial agreement." Owen let out a string of curses, directed at his soon to be ex-wife. "The settlement is more than generous.", he reminded his client, "You wanted the divorce, you either accept what she's willing to give you or find a way to convince her to be more lenient on your own." John doubted the latter was possible, considering the Mrs. Montgomery had a team of lawyers that communicated with Owen on her behalf after she had cut off all contact with her husband. "I-", he stopped himself, silence taking over his side. "Are we clear?" Owen sighed, "Yeah. Thank you, I guess." He hung up with that without sparing any pleasantries. In a way, John could blame his wife for the way she was responding to the divorce proceedings, considering he was not only leaving her for another woman, but also trying to start anew with her hard earned money. Owen Montgomery was what could be considered a nightmare client. Always making demands, not once stopping to consider how outrageous they would get.

After parting ways with Sabrina, John had returned to his hotel, successfully avoiding any encounters with Candice Donovan. He rolled his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, feeling some of the tension that had accumulated thanks to sitting at the small desk for a couple of hours and going over various clients' complaints. If the amount of calls Penny had transferred straight to him was any indicator, she probably hadn't exactly bothered to clear out his schedule either. At some point into his second phone call, he had moved from loosening his tie to fully removing it. He felt like he could breathe easier with a couple of buttons of his shirt undone and was glad he wasn't dealing with his clients face to face after so soon after having to tolerate Oliver. The fact his PA seemed to only do the bare minimum of her duties wasn't helping matters.

Once he had taken care of everything that needed to be addressed immediately, John settled for staying in again and ordering room service after taking a quick freezing shower. Instead of reaching for a towel like he usually did, he grabbed one of the bathrobes hanging in the bathroom as shivers racked his body. His food felt mediocre at best, giving him a sense of chewing rubber and not a meal served at a 5-star hotel. As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was miserable. Disappointed there was no laughter to fill the silence that weighted him down as the hours dragged by slower than usual. Annoyed that Sabrina wasn't there and he was stuck replaying their previous conversations in his head. The fuck is wrong with me? He couldn't figure out why he couldn't stop thinking about the slice of chocolate pie they would have been sharing had Oliver not been at lunch. I miss her? Is that it? That was what he mulled over as he walked to his bed and lay down on his back, enveloped by the soft robe. "At least there's no bats flying around.", he muttered out loud, staring at the white ceiling above him, "It could be far worse." Minutes later, he began regretting his words after getting his first clue in how thin the walls between rooms must have been. It all had started innocently enough, with a female's muffled moan that had made him raise an eyebrow.

"More. Yes. YES.", the sound of the headboard banging against the wall carried over as the woman continued switching between languages and shouting out orders at her bed partner. John had lost count how many times she had praised the man's cock in size, he was questioning if she had ever seen a ruler in her life. If she could even begin to realize how ridiculous her comparisons sounded in reality. If I hear another outrageous metaphor, I swear to God- The woman switched to French again, her voice raising even more, joined by the man's grunts. "I hope you've left your window open, and a bat chooses to visit you, too.", John gritted out as he picked up the hotel phone and dialed reception. "Yes, Mr. Duncan?", a female's voice sounded on the other line. "I'm calling to raise a noise complaint. A couple in room 310 have been causing continuous disturbance." "I'm so sorry to hear that. I will call their room, and sort it out immediately." "Thank you." True to her words, he could guess the exact moment the call was made because all of the noises stopped suddenly. "Sweet silence. Thank God.", John muttered with a satisfied grin, and closed his eyes as he snuggled into his pillow. Yet the peace didn't last long, with the two next door slipping back into their previous activities despite the warning from the front desk. "For heaven's sake.", he shouted and it somehow wasn't loud enough to match the woman's screeches that sounded more like a wounded animal, than somebody enjoying themselves.

As more muffled profanities left her mouth, he reached for the receiver again and dialed reception again. "Yes, Mr. Duncan?" "The issue hasn't been resolved.", he said darkly. "I was assured they would keep it down, sir. I'm not at liberty to do anything aside from calling again." "Call the police for all I care. Just shut them up." "Sir,", the woman sighed, "The window for noise disturbances is from 10 pm to 7 am, I'm afraid-" "Remind me again how many stars does your hotel have?", he interrupted the poor excuse. "I will place another call."

After multiple calls later and the wretched noises persisting, John began to wonder if this was a new form of torture Portland had selected for him. Karma. He almost wished he was back in the diner and forced to listen to random stories from Oliver. Where some would most likely find enjoyment in overhearing a couple in the heat of the moment, he could safely say the prolonged show they were giving the hotel wasn't doing anything for him aside from reminding him he didn't have anyone in his bed, that the only thing keeping him company were his fantasies of her. Then as the sky had already darkened and he was considering throwing on some clothes and just leaving the hotel altogether before he would do anything drastic with his anger raising anytime the headboard would slam on the other side of his wall, his phone rang. He accepted the call, doubting Sabrina's voice would cancel the couple's latest role-playing round. "Hey.", she wore a content smile, her overall demeanor the opposite of what he was feeling at that moment. "Hey.", he forced himself to return her grin, but guessed it hadn't worked if he was to judge by the frown she gave him. "What's wrong?" "This,", he said as he rose up in bed and brought the phone closer to the adjoining wall between the two rooms. "Is that-", she paused, blinking quickly at the array of noises that carried over.

"Yes. They're, excuse my French,", he let out a humorless chuckle at the accidental pun, "fucking. Have been for hours, Detective." Sabrina winced visibly and bit her lip, "And the hotel isn't doing anything?" "I called reception to deal with them multiple times, it's like they're taking my complaints as encouragement." "Jesus." "She's been trying to summon him for a while now." A laugh broke free before she quickly said, "I'm sorry." "Don't be… I can imagine how amusing it could be from an outsider perspective. Me on the other hand… I'm contemplating spending my night in the bathroom." He rubbed at his eye, feeling a headache forming, "I'm close to just going out, and I have no idea where I would even go." "John." "Yeah?" She looked torn, almost like she was unsure if she should voice whatever was on her mind. "Now you're worrying me.", he remarked at her furrowed eyebrows. "I'm thinking." He cracked a small smile, "I see that." The woman in 310 began chanting, making him squeeze his eyes shut as he told reminded himself he needed to remain calm. Monday can't come quickly enough. What I wouldn't do for the universe to stop hating me and grant me a plane ticket before Friday. "Have to say, I'm jealous - I certainly can't hear my own thoughts.", he uttered out, raking a hand through his hair. "John.", she repeated his name, making him crack his eyes open at the shift in her tone.

"What is it?" "Did you have dinner yet?", her question took him aback considering the more pressing issue he was faced with. "No.", he lied with ease, gaze darting to his half-finished plate, to his meal that had no doubt turned cold after being becoming long forgotten thanks to his lack of appetite paired with the neighbors' antics. She nodded but didn't elaborate further. "Why did you ask?", he pushed for an answer, his curiosity fully awaken. "It's probably a weird thing to suggest after we just had lunch." Now you have my full attention. "Weirder than her,", he titled his head at the wall behind him, "comparing her lover's moves to a sledge hammer? Both in English, and French?" A hand covered her mouth as she tried to stop a giggle from emerging. "It's okay to laugh, you know. At least something comes out of my misery then." "You could always march over there and threaten to sue them for harassment… Your poor ears would thank you." "Don't tempt me. Because we might end up with a different situation on our hands." She raised an eyebrow, "Them asking you to join?", all he could do was blink as she laughed quietly, "Kidding. Oliver isn't rubbing off on me, I promise." Chances are things would be getting physical in a different way. "Frankly, I won't be shocked.", he leaned his head on his head, willing for the throbbing at his temples to reside, "Back to the subject at hand - what were you going to suggest?"

Her eyes darted away from his as she looked down, her unease on full display, "Forget I said anything, it's stupid." "Impossible.", he retorted, "I highly doubt whatever it is is more embarrassing than me hiding away from a bat and calling you in the middle of the night. So, try me." Her cheeky smile made a return, "You forgot the naked part." "Trust me, I haven't forgotten. And I'm listening, as much as I can, really." The woman in the other room was back to shouting profanities in French, making him sigh in defeat. "I-", Sabrina cleared her throat, getting a couple of words out before she could change her mind, "I have some leftovers from dinner and since you haven't eaten yet…" Leftovers? His lips quirked up, "Are you asking me to come over?", the unintended innuendo behind his question caused her to frown, so he rushed to add, "I know you don't mean it that way." He was back to gesturing at the wall separating him from all the action happening next door. Her face relaxed at his words, "I am. Yes. But if you think it's too weird…" "Sabrina?" "Yeah?" "Offering to spare me having to listen to them fornicate,", he couldn't help his snarl as the man moved into grunting out lines from his usual repertoire, "isn't weird. I'd call it generous as hell." He was fully preparing himself to slip into an argument how he hated ear plugs, before moving onto invalidating any other simpler solution that stood between him and seeing her again, when she nodded, "Should I text you the address?" The second she asked that, his heart began to thump almost as loud as the couple's bed, causing him to rub his chest through the robe as he mumbled a quiet, "Yes." "Okay." He matched her smile, "See you in a few, then."

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[lednet-sorrow-au-blog]

lemme make this list so I can remember to draw/animate/use gacha to do these in the OP au-

(Moonlight, Sunshine,and Jake are ocs!! not MGAFS/EAPS or Solar's old Sun and Moon + one of the snitchwrath kid)

Secret Garden - Canmela,Nexus,Sunshine,Sundrop,Solar angst

One last Kiss - Solar x Ruin or Solar x Nexus angst

Good luck, babe! - Solar x Daydream + Solar x Ruin + Solar x Nexus angst

Did you get enough love? - Nexus and Sun angst

Back from the dead(Maybe) - Nexus,Starscream,Canmela,Solar,Sun,Sunshine,Dipzey,Lunar and Earth

Something Stupid - VoyLek and Canmela

Stranger in the crowd - Earth and Nexus angst

Now your in the stars(I think) - Lunar,Nexus,Gemini angst

Sarcasm - Eclipse or Bloodmoon angst

The World's greatest actor - Ruin and Dark Sun/$un

Scary?My god your divine - Eclipse,Moondawn(EAPS Moon), and Sundusk(EAPS Sun)

Blood//Water - Nexus,Celestial family,friends,ocs

Matching wounds - Nexus,Canmela,Sun,Earth(THIS ONE IS INSPIRED),Dipzey

You don't have to be the bad guy - Starscream and Nexus

Take his name out of my mouth - Eclipse or Ruin or Lunar

All the good things come to an end - Earth and Sun

Happy pills - Moon and Sun

I wanna live/D!e - Celestial family,villains/anti,deuteragonist/Ocs

I hear the angels cry - Nexus,Starscream,Canmela,Dipzey,Sun,Earth,Lunar,Solar and Unicorn

A humans touch - Nexus,Ruin,Sun,Earth and Lunar

Cigarette duet - Everyone

Set fire to the rain - Lunar or Sun

You don't understand my anger - Old Moon

Lucky is she(Blow my brains out) - Have not be decided

Hayloft ll - Sun,Old Moon,Lunar,Ruin(INSPIRED),Nexus,Monty

Gasoline(By Hasley/Clean version) - anyone you guys can come up with

you drew the stars around my scars - Celestial family + Eclipse's new dimension

Psycho - VoyLek or Bloodmoon

Rabbit hole - (No gonna tell yeah)

Did you find the b!t¢h in me?(I think) - Ruin + Dark Sun/$un

Save your Tears - No one yet

What is this leaking out of my eyes? - Katie and Floral

I wanna scream and shout - Moonlight and Sunshine

Your the man,but I got the power - Earth and Kenny

But...I love her... - (Any long mourning character lmao-)

Who is she? - Canmela,Moonlight,Sunshine's family + Nexus

Army dreamers - (HEHEHHEHE-)

Corpse dance - Nexus + Dark Sun + Unicorn

Skyfall - TF + TSAMS/LAES/EAPS

One voice - reunion of Canmela's family

Did you get deju vu? - Oc backstories

We all pretend to be the heros on the good side - Ruin

Drift away - Eclipse and Sundusk + Sun

We fall in love in October - Katie and Jake(NOT EAPS!!)

Smile more silly - Sunshine and Nemis(NOT TF NEMIS PRIME)

I suppose to be your friend - Canmela,Matt,and Luk (Sibling angst-)

Arcade/Loving you is a losing game - celestial family + Nexus and Solar

Take a hint - Eclipse and Puppet

I better wash my mouth out with soup - Nexus and Old Moon angst

Must be confusing for a little girl - Dazzle

I get messgaes from the stars - Lunar,Gemini,and Nebula

California girls - (HEHEHHEHE- GIRLS NIGHT-)

Icon - Jack-'o-Moon or Old Moon

[rekino2114]

Could you do a Veronika Grebenshchikova x Reader like Utsuro from DRA?

Veronika grebenshchikova with a utsuro reader

Veronika is incredibly fascinated by you to put it bluntly, your apathy,nihilism and general disinterest towards life, and of course, your divine luck. She watches you like she watches an interesting character in a horror movie.

She tried to scare you so many times, but somehow, your luck always ruined her plans. Once, she tried to splash you with a blood bucket, but she missed and got teruko( who is generally incredibly jealous of your luck). Another time, she covered herself in blood and pretended to be dead but Charles walked in on her and fainted.

After failing to scare you, she just decided to ask you to watch horror movies with her, and you surprisingly agreed because it was the least boring thing you could do, she was really impressed with the way your expression stayed the same even with her best movies.

When you explained to her the fact that you can't be surprised by life became your luck gives you everything you want she actually felt bad for you, the whole reason why she watches horror is to get thrills and she can't imagine not being able to feel that, she promises she'll be able to make you feel emotions again,mainly fear,one day somehow.

[review-anon]

Thoughts on Utsuro since he came up?

Ah yes the closest thing the Danganronpa universe has to a god, and proof that absolute power is a corruptive force.

Utsuro is a rather interesting character because he's essentally to the Another series what Junko is to the canon series, being the main driver of all the bad events which occur over there, but at the same time there's more to him then "I love despair" which I really don't like in all fairness, if I didn't make my distain for Junko clear enough.

The closest person from canon to compare Utsuro to is Izuru Kamakura and it makes sense as both are easily the most powerful entities from their entries. Its a debate between who is stronger but I'm leaning more towards Izuru because while Divine Luck is a very busted ability, Utsuro is extremely reliant on it, take it away and he is less then nobody, to the point that LINUJ has said even Makoto Naegi could beat him up in a fistfight. Izuru has access to every single talent Hope's has had over its 78 years of study and a wealth of knowledge that comes with it. In a sense while Izuru is artifical, Utsuro is natural. And both have become hollow shells due to their abilities domianting their lives and giving them nothing to have, which leads to a certain Despair Bitch taking advantage of them.

Utsuro's story is more compelling as we know how harsh his life has been, his birth was grandeous that it let to everyone in his hospital being cured of their aliments and his parents winning the lottery. Naturally at first his parents adored their son and showed him with love and affection, but as the negative side effects of Divine Luck come to the forefront his parents become obsessed with their good fortune, to the point they started to see Utsuro as less of a person and more of a living luck charm, and often keep him caged up like an animal so he doesn't run away. Naturally he does, and this is when i believe he started to call himself Utsuro, because it has a lot of meanings but the most common meaning is "nothing" which no child will be called that so, Utsuro most likely has a actual birth name but as soon as he ran away, he foresaken it and because he sees himself as nothing, its why he called him Utsuro like he's talking to a shepherd cyclops.

Now Divine Luck is a power I have a lot of issues with, within Utsuro himself, I don't have a issue as we've had lucksters in the past and if Nagito is of any indication, the luck can ruin your life and make it very determintal for you, so Utsuro having no joy in life because his Divine Luck does everything for him, and he cannot even off himself because his survival is prioritised over his death, its easy to see why he would be so desperate to feel something that when Junko comes along, she does her usual tempetations and the promise of feeling something is what makes Utsuro side with her. Heck even Akane Taira wouldn't be changed that much since you still have Utsuro saving her, and then she finds him later to thank him and she sticks around.

The issue though is the idea that Divine Luck can be transferred to others which is something that no lucky ability within Danganronpa has had any indications of doing, and this causes a LOT of issues in SDRA2 as its the reason Void do what Void do and it causes a lot of stupid events that can be brushed aside because of "Divine Luck" its the ultimate BS cause and one that doesn't really work.

Utsuro being the mastermind of the Proto Killing Game was actually foreshadowed much better then Hajime as Izuru was because the only indication you get of Izuru is in Chapter 4 where there is a portrait of him but nothing more then that. By contrast, the reveal that Class 77-B were the Remnants of Despair was foreshadowed much better then Hajime having to undergo human expermentation. Meanwhile you get muitiple hints throughout DRA that not only are things shady with Akane, but also with Yuki, so when Akane reveals that Yuki is the other mastermind, its not that much of a shock.

If you have been keeping track, I've been commenting on Creeper's Dangancember trial countdowns and when discussing 1-5, I mentioned my main complaint was that no other game tries the idea of bad endings. I like to take that statement back because LINUJ to his credit does do a lot of bad endings in the Another series as we get one in DRA and two in SDRA2. The forkpoint in DRA is when Yuki realises he's the mastermind and Utsuro is trying to overtake him. Its a mental struggle where either Yuki or Utsuro will win. Now you would think the best option would be that Yuki wins, that he beats Utsuro back and says he's not doing this anymore. Only if he does that, Akane flips out and orders Monokuma to kill Yuki right then and there. That is the bad ending. Thus the actual ending is for Yuki to lose his mental struggle with Utsuro which results in Utsuro taking back control of his body.

This isn't the first time we have been in control of a culpirt or even a mastermind but what players expected would happen is as soon as Utsuro takes central stage, the player would lose control over him and side with Rei, Teruya and Tsurugi as they fight back against the masterminds. After all, we did this in V3 quite a bit.

But no. This doesn't happen, you still have control over Utsuro when he's revealed to be the mastermind, and as such you are in the only case of a role reversal, where instead of being the hero who is trying to encourage the survivors to keep fighting and defeat the Mastermind, you are the Mastermind and you need to break everyone down and make them fall to despair, with Akane helping you in the process. This is SUCH a unique premise because while not the first time the protagonist has been revealed to be the mastermind, it IS the first time you are the actual mastermind and your job is to make everyone fall to despair. There's a reason why Utsuro's Break Quote in the final Class Trial is "Fall to Despair". And I am SOOO STOKED to see how the Remake team handles the final Class Trial because it has so much potential to be amazing.

Of course we cannot end on a complete downer of a ending so Akane finds her concicous and sides with the survivors and stands up to Utsuro for once which gets her almost killed, before in a strange act of mercy, Utsuro decides to give Akane his Divine Luck before shortly dying. LINUJ said the only reason he did this is for the same reason Asreal in Undertale eventually stops attacking, enough empathy and emotions were still in Utsuro for him to regret starting the Proto Killing Game and listening to Junko.

One thing that bugs me is that Utsuro is a very tragic character who's never had a normal life and was tricked by Junko into helping her with her evil plans to end the world, yet LINUJ still thinks of him as pure evil since he started the Killing Game. Also the way he describes Divine Luck is something I don't anyone has got right which is that with Divine Luck only the results matter, regardless of how destructive a wish is. If you recall how many lives get wrecked by Nagito due to his luck causing misfortune on other people's lives, Divine Luck is that on steroids, sure you yourself have a good life, but everyone else will have a lifetime of misery which at one point made me wonder if Utsuro's Divine Luck works by literally sucking the good fortune away from others, leaving only their bad luck behind. But with the fact he can transfer it to others, kinda makes that a moot point.

Still that idea is what I decided to work on when designing my own Lucky Student OC. Overall Utsuro is a good case for why luck is such a sucky power to have in the Danganronpa universe, though I don't think Divine Luck should have been able to be given to others as having it suck all the good fortune away from people, which leads to ruined lives would be enough a tragedy. And he also gives one of the most unique spins on the Mastermind as no other game has had you be in the villian's seat and spreading Despair instead of Hope which is a nice change of pace.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Just curiousity if sdra2 is in Pokémon au what Pokémon the sdra2 cast have and their role is? Man i can already imagine syobai and sora be catching legendary Pokémon lmao.

OH I've been waiting for an ask like this for a while so grab a seat!

Note I couldn't think of any for Yoruko, Setsuka, or Syobai sorry--

...

Shinji

Definitely has a Blastoise who can Mega Evolve. Ever since he was a kid and it was a Squirtle, they dreamed of being firefighters.

He'd also have a strong fighting type like Machamp that could help lift debris from ruined buildings and a ground type like Rhyhorn that can pull heavy equipment.

He wouldn't really battle much, instead using his Pokémon for search and rescue operations.

Yuri

He'd have psychic types with space themes (Solrock, Lunatone, Cosmog, Elygem, etc.), and maybe a steel type like Klinklang since he's an inventor.

One of his lifelong dreams is to witness a Deoxys in the wild, which is the main reason why he does space training.

Would always be chivalrous to the Pokecenter nurses and never pass up a battle with a lady if she wishes to have one (even if he loses, he'll praise them).

Yuki

I think it's confirmed that he'd have a Charmander as a starter and evolve an Eevee into Flareon, so definitely lots of fire-types.

He's kinda average at battling, knowing general type strengths and weaknesses.

But he couldn't tell you what's super effective against poison even if his life depended on it.

Oh, and he's not great at setting up Pokémon stats, either. Every time he does, his team gets knocked out anyways.

Shinji keeps encouraging him to get a fighting-type and train with it.

Teruya

His father owned a shiny Klefki who kept the keys to his home, office, and the Otori Mart secured.

Since his passing, Teruya has kept Klefki under his care, having it safeguard security keys for the Kisaragi Foundation.

Had a Meowth and Cubone who helped him with the business, but after DRA's events the latter has evolved into Marowak (due to sympathizing with him over the traumatic losses he experienced and inspiring him to keep going).

Meowth stays the same but is very smart and helps him with financial department stuff.

Hibiki & Kanade

They'd have Pokémon that share themes of duality (ie Doduo and Scovillain) and music-themed ones like the Toxtricity variants or Loudred.

They're best known for hosting concerts where their Pokémon are band members, providing extra music or background vocals that get the audience pumped.

Funny enough, their individual Pokémon teams have natures that match their owners (ie Hibiki's being feisty).

Hibiki's dream is to catch a Meloetta but is forever jealous that Kanade claimed to have seen a shiny one in the wild but failed to catch it.

Hajime

A native to Alola who has a Machoke and Incineroar that both use Fightnium Z crystals in-battle.

As a Machop and Litten, they came to the hospital where he was sick and formed a close bond with him right away when everybody else abandoned him.

After being healed by Divine Luck, Hajime has trained with the duo ever since, winning lots of matches and making a name for himself across many regions.

He dreams of opening his own fighting-type gym.

Emma

Probably owns "cute" Pokémon that pack a punch, like Sylveon, Primarina, and Galarian Rapidash.

Also has a Ditto who helps her in the movie biz by transforming into a stunt double or an extra character if needed. It actually loves being a star alongside her.

Has definitely gone to Hoenn to participate in beauty contests.

Not crazy about battles but if you cross her, her team can and will destroy you.

Nikei

Would most likely be a Pokémon researcher, writing articles on mythical/legendary sightings and theories.

Wants to catch one himself but he feels ill-prepared for the journey.

I can see him owning some Fossil Pokémon (pre-gen 8), and normal types like Furret, Linoone, and Eevee.

If he had to choose a legendary to catch, he'd probably pick Wo-Chein since he learned it has the tablets of ruin, wondering how much history is recorded on it.

Hates Mikado for somehow getting an Ultra Beast and refusing to let him study it.

Iroha

She'd have a Smeargle 100%.

They've been childhood friends and the only Pokémon companion she's ever had, making art together and inspiring each other with their works.

She took a trip to Paldea in the summer, wanting to expand her team to prove she's not a weak trainer.

There, she caught a Tinkatuff and a Shroodle that became a sassy Grafaiai who likes to mess with Smeargle's artwork.

She doesn't have the heart to force them into any battles.

Mikado

Definitely has Meowscarada. It just makes sense.

I can also see him owning a Blacephalon, Murkrow, Delphox, and Alakazam to help him with crime performances.

He just taught all his Pokémon how to be petty thieves, stealing things from the audience when they least expect it.

Is still on the run from the Foundation, but his Pokémon are good at making getaways.

You would think he's a champion, but he doesn't really care to become one.

Kokoro

Owns psychic types who are in tune to people's natures/personalities and can make predictions, such as Indeedee, Espeon, Gardevoir, Xatu, Abra , and/or Hatenna.

Similar to Nikei, she's just a researcher. But she prefers studying the interactions between humans and Pokémon.

Is willing to battle, but only just to observe the kind of bond her opponent shares with their team.

Winning or losing is of no concern to her.

Sora

Owns a single Shiny Eevee who for some reason cannot evolve no matter the time of day, friendship level, or evolution stone given.

She believes that, like herself, it's just struggling to find its identity and purpose.

So the two just go on adventures together, seeking out legendary/mythical Pokémon.

Would probably have a Cinccino on her team as a friend for Eevee.

BONUS:

Utsuro

Would have a team of Pokémon deemed difficult to capture and ones that only evolve with high friendship, succeeding at both thanks to his luck.

Not only that, but his 'mons would have the perfect nature, stats, and IVs.

I can see him owning a Mewtwo, Lucario, Jirachi, Silvally, Clefable (who only knows Metronome, yet always gets the exact moves she needs to win the battle), and an Absol with the ability Super Luck.

He'd rise to the champion ranks really quick, but get bored of it just as fast and pawn it off to someone else.

Even shiny hunting becomes ridiculously easy for him, as he'd trade them away to people just because he can.

[reblrths]

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳, her mind’s like a diamond. bellona snow, capitolite.

➶ i recognise that face! that’s bellona snow, the forty-five-year-old cabinet member from the capitol. they’ve been in the capitol around her whole life, long enough to gain a reputation for being so beguiling & virulent. they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character isn’t part of the uprising )

BASICS.

name: bellona iphegenia snow

age: forty-five

gender / pronouns: cis female, she/her

orientation: bisexual

home: capitol

countenance: helix and lobe piercings

faceclaim: sarah shahi

BIOGRAPHY.

you know luxury before you ever realize who your father is. not biological, of course -- in reality your family had been close to the current president since his peacekeeper days. some might say it's a matter of bad luck that your parents aren't around and you end up being taken in by snow, but you could not disagree more.

you are raised alongside your brother as an equal - your father ensures it. you are loved - despite what many may say about snow, he has never shown you anything but the utmost care, given you opportunities you may have never gotten without his help. you are placed on a pedestal far above anyone's reach - be a god, admirable yet untouchable, your father always crooned.

you call yourself a woman of heart, let someone else piece together if you mean love, or just the blood. (you mean the blood.) people will try to pin reasons for your impatience, your divine anger -- you expect nothing but the best. whether it is handed to you on a silver platter from easy smiles and confidence, a seductive purr on a plush lower lip, or if you have to craft it to life with your bare hands; two halves of yourself delineated by a cracked mirror: not quite biblical, not angelic or demonic, but something infinitely more ruinous. this is how you earn your reputation.

it is no surprise when you are placed on your father's cabinet - a higher position than anyone else might get did they have to earn their keep. but you have been working for this title far longer than when it was officially given, whispering in his ear and silently cleaning up messes that might have ruined everything had you not been there. it is no secret the president is getting older - you are the one who guides decisions that do not come easily to him anymore. you've spent your whole life watching him, learning from him. some might look at you as if you're snow's most loyal dog -- you like to think of it as the other way around, and that they're simply too stupid to notice.

PINTEREST | SPOTIFY

[sweetreunions]

jinah isn't suspicious by nature. she's been taught growing up to see the good in people and believe what's on the surface; people have no reason to deceive anyway, her parents used to say. it's how she finds herself in this sticky situation of sorts, gears in her mind turning a little too fast for her liking as she eyes the little the listening elle kiosk just a few feet from where she stands, arms folded across her chest and eyes narrowed towards its owner behind the little table.

the tale unfolds a month prior when she was on break and curiosity got the best of her and she tried her hand at the fortune tellers kiosk, asking a simple question to cure her boredom. now, whether it was dumb luck or danyi actually had divine powers to get a prediction correct, she couldn't tell. but evidently it didn't stop jinah from returning again, this time asking something more complex with slimmer chances of good ol' dumb luck saving the day. and just as she suspected when she asked about the whereabouts of her parents, the supposed "psychic" had the sheer audacity to essentially go full-on ouija board on her. while jinah may not have all (any) the answers on the whereabouts of her parents, one thing is certain: they aren't dead.

so here she is, ready to go face-to-face with danyi in a full on dispute that's relatively out of character for her.

"interesting you still have this booth up and running." she lets the words fall from her lips, tone ice-cold and the opposite of anything anyone has ever heard from jinah. the normal bright and sweet girl is nowhere to be found in this instance, though no one should really blame her. you don't play with a girl's very much alive parents– but clearly danyi needs a lesson in that. "you know..." she drags her sentence out, palms hitting the wooden table with a slight thump as she hovers over the girl and her kiosk. "it's not good to lie to people, especially about such personal things! you could be ruining a lot of people's lives!"

@ghostycore

[siriusanotherside]

I decided to wait until you had the inbox more empty to send this thing I was thinking about some months ago.

I was thinking about the class 79 photo that appears on both games, and how the two versions of the photo is broken in a different way, with us never seeing a complete version of it.

In DRA, Yamato is ripped out of the picture, I feel, to represent how he was "ripped" off the rest of the class when Monokuma realized that he had found a way to retain his memories (At the cost of his brain functions), and left trapped somewhere in the building until Monokuma could find a use for him, with everyone else (Except Mikako) none the wiser.

Meanwhile, the SDRA2 photo took away Utsuro/Yuuki and Akane, and with the fact that it was Rei who sent the photo to jog Teruya's memories, maybe they being torn off the picture is a representation of the External Agents being "cut" off the class by the survivors because of their crimes, like a representation of them "not deserving" to be part of the class anymore.

Thanks! :D

That’s a really neat symbolism view! I enjoyed it a lot to see it from this lens, as I hadn’t considered it from before.

After watching, the interpretations I had arrived to were from a different point of view, as in:

•        Another 1 Picture

- Out-Of-Universe reason

> Further the mystery regarding who could be the possible mastermind and to sprinkle more mysteries about who could be the person in the picture.

> Subtlety reference towards Mukuro, as both people are a “hidden” 16th student, causing the viewer to wonder whether they will have a similar role to Mukuro or not.

Notably, Yamato has kind of the reversal role that Mukuro had - Victim / mastermind || Leader / Second In Command || For Hope / For Despair || Dies in the end of the game, while being out for most of it / Dies in the beginning of the game, with no one knowing for most of it.

- In-Universe reason –

> Provoke and cause despair to Mikako, who knows everything.

> Allow characters a hint that something is off and that one more person might exist.

> Cause paranoia over if this person is a mastermind, a victim or something else; and as to why would he be removed from the picture (could he be the mastermind hiding his identity? The mastermind’s helper? Someone who angered the mastermind? Etc).

•         Another 2 Picture

- Out-Of-Universe reason -

> Parallel to Another 1 picture.

> Reference to the viewer that now, in the second game, knows who are the two people missing from the picture and their story.

> A hint of Utsuro & Akane being connected to this killing game.

- Possible parallel to Yamato in the first game that the people who was removed has not caused or aided the killing game but is being used as he was.

- In-Universe Reason –

> Accidental Checklist task completed.

> Divine Luck. In a sense, revealing Utsuro and Akane might have been the trigger to awake Teruya’s memories and thus potentially ruin Mikado’s plans and possibly endanger Sora (owner of Divine Luck) and Yuki (who Sora wants to protect). I feel like this danger could come from both in-game (Nikei realizing that another divine luck user if only due to Akane being a Child of Utsuro, is there and so he has to plan // Syobai whose loyalty could be dubious and has been explicitely not shown this information)

I feel like even if Rei had wanted the picture to go completed to them, Divine Luck would make it so the picture was unfinished in order to protect Sora, and to go along with Mikado’s plans that still had some residue of Divine Luck wanting it to work.

So yeah, while I do think Rei wanted it to go completed, I don’t think she would be able to do so, due to Divine Luck preventing her from it.

I do love the symbolism you talked about in both!

Thank you for the ask.

[decoding-narcissism]

The Narcissistic Personality Show: Unmasking the Quirky World of Self-Adoration

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the most enthralling mental gameshow on the airwaves — 'The Narcissistic Personality Show: Unmasking the Quirky World of Self-Adoration'! Today, we dive deep into the unpredictable realm of narcissistic personality disorder (NPD), where self-love takes center stage and the world revolves around the contestants themselves. Picture this: you're at a fabulous party, and the charismatic host waltzes into the room, commanding everyone's attention effortlessly. On the surface, they seem like the life of the party, basking in a self-created aura of confidence and charm. But behind the scenes, a far more fascinating tale is unfolding — the intricate world within the mind of a narcissist. Our first contestant, let's call him Alex, exhibits one hallmark trait of NPD: an insatiable need for constant admiration. Like a kid in a candy store, Alex craves the spotlight and will go to great lengths to ensure all eyes are on him. From boasting about his achievements to subtly highlighting his glamorous lifestyle on social media, this contestant doesn't just enjoy the limelight; they feel it is their divine right! But wait! There's more to this show than meets the eye. Our next contestant, Sarah, exemplifies another peculiar quirk of NPD: a lack of empathy. When Sarah's friend lost their job, instead of offering a comforting shoulder to cry on, she managed to twist the situation around and make it about herself. 'I can't believe my friend's bad luck is ruining our plans for the weekend getaway!' she exclaimed, entirely unfazed by her friend's plight. Now, let's not forget about our wildcard, Michael. This contestant demonstrates the third fascinating trait of NPD: an overwhelming sense of entitlement. Michael sincerely believes that his talents, however ordinary, make him deserving of extreme admiration and special treatment. Just imagine the lengths he goes to in order to secure those ever-elusive VIP tickets, as if the world owes him front-row seats to every concert, even when there's a waiting list for years! As our riveting gameshow comes to a close, we peel back the layers of narcissism and ask ourselves: how do we deal with such colorful characters in our own lives? While we may be tempted to become amateur psychologists, remember that these traits exist on a spectrum, and it's essential to approach individuals with empathy and understanding. But for now, dear audience, let us bid you farewell until our next mind-boggling episode of 'The Narcissistic Personality Show.' Remember, in a world full of self-admiration, it never hurts to take a step back, embrace the magic of humility, and appreciate the wonders of others. Stay tuned!

[merrilark]

At risk of sounding continuously unwell about Red Riding and one of my favorite Sad Guys™ ever, one of my friends pointed out something about this gifset that I love and will never unsee: In the last gif, where BJ confronts Laws, standing against a background of sun-bleached childhood wallpaper and a crucifix touched in shadow, the curtain behind him appears to take the shape of a white wing.

I always thought that the white shoulder detail on his jacket in 1983 looked very reminiscent of wings. Magpie, maybe, in reference to the nursery rhyme "One for Sorrow" and the superstition that the number of magpies could be an omen of good or bad luck (in this case, BJ, "one magpie", brings bad luck to Laws), or, more likely, swans in reference of swan wings being stitched to the backs of Laws' and Dawson's victims.

Now, the gif above has been cropped a bit to focus on BJ. The full shot somewhat ruins the curved wing shape by cutting it off.

Which could mean that the shape of the curtain and how it aligns with the white of BJ's shoulder could be a complete happy coincidence. But... something that I think is interesting and maybe worth considering is that BJ is actually described in the Nineteen Eighty-Three novel as having severed wings.

The idea of characters having wings is a running theme in the novels. I'm unsure of their exact meaning, the novels are... surrealistic and disturbing in their surrealism to say the least, but BJ's in particular seems half literal-half figurative. Literally, there is some implication that he had wings stitched to his back while under Laws' guardianship, so BJ, frightened and careening toward a panic attack in this passage, could be chasing phantom sensations and referencing the real scars on his shoulders. Figuratively, the wings seem symbolic of BJ as a victim, his belief that he physically can't escape due to his metaphorical wings being severed by his abuser, and to parallel him with the mutilated swans who went ignored and dismissed despite being key clues to solving the murders. It's also possibly a callback to Dawson's line about swans being capable of grieving themselves to death, paralleling both how Paula grieves for her daughter until she dies and how BJ grieves all of them until he almost dies (or does die, in novel canon). But I'm derailing here.

There were a lot of changes made between the novels and the film adaptations, especially with BJ. He remains important but his already brief presence in the source material was cut significantly for the films. Consequently, a lot of stuff about him gets missed, a lot of depth sacrificed, but I can't help but look at this and think it might be intentional even if the films didn't care to dig into the wing symbolism or BJ's character really at all.

I dunno. The curtain being shaped in such a way that it glows with sunlight, the way it curves and seems to sprout from the white of his shoulders, the fact it cuts away abruptly where the primary feathers would begin... all within the context of the source material and the importance it puts on wings, especially BJ's wings...?

It's giving too much angelic and Divine Justice imagery for me to want to let this theory go. If it's all coincidental and I'm just crazy finding meaning where there is none, I don't care. It's gorgeous and makes this scene twice as powerful to me. If it is intentional... Wow. I'm blowing kisses at whoever made this decision and commending them for doing their source material homework.

Red Riding Trilogy (2010)

[theofficersacademy]

Once upon a time, before the Heroes Relics, there was a weapon coveted by all. 

A pair of blades, chained together by steel and fate, were fantastic to behold on the battlefield. However, what impressed onlookers more was its strange instinct for loyalty, not just to its partner blade but to its wielder as well. Only the strongest were fit to wield its power, and lords and kings waged war over its possession, but the weapon did not grant its allegiance lightly.

When Fódlan’s enemies first attempted to plunge the land into darkness, they sought this weapon’s power. A sage foresaw a devastated future and chose instead to shatter the weapon and seal its pieces into a rift in space. Centuries passed...

Melanthios and his Agarthan allies pioneered the creation of labyrinths - realms that exist between worlds - in order to one day search for the seal behind which the sage had hidden the weapon. Books as catalysts, they thought, would allow them to traverse the rift more easily, but what they discovered instead was that the fragments had another layer of protection. They had adapted to the labyrinth to become its characters, and did not trust the Agarthans’ presence. So they sought victims - or volunteers, they would say - blessed by Seiros herself to gather the pieces.

The plan worked, but barely. One by one, the fragments were led together, and Melanthios - with the aid of the Projectionist - snatched up all that he could. Confronted by the very victims who had led him to his prize, Melanthios’ escape was merely stalled, as each iteration was but an illusion. Except one.

The weapon, though incomplete, has fallen into the wrong hands. The sage’s prophecy lingers on the horizon...

                                                                      — Unscripted, end.

Epilogues

They First Dreamed of Electric Sheep. You find yourselves in the infirmary, safely tucked away in your beds. What scars and wounds you endured during your final battle have healed over, as though they were never there to begin with. The book is not so lucky--Melanthios' forceful intrusion into that world ruined its paper and binding, with only a few strings left to keep it all together. Time and research may allow this book's world to recover enough for mages to safely retrieve these weapon fragments, but there are no guarantees. If worse comes to worst, your memories will be all that remain of that place…

Divas Don't Write Love Songs. With a final performance that rocked the audience to its very core, you were able to steal the show from Melanthios and protect Delancey and Julian! Of course, with the studio torn apart by strange supernatural phenomena, it’s safe to say that Stairway to Stardom will be delaying its Season 7 premiere… As for Delancey and Julian, don't expect passionate kisses in the rain a la Mikolas Clarks, but the hardcore Julancey shippers on To-witter insist that there's something going on between them! While they are sad to see you go, such is the way of show-business, and Delancey and Julian wish you luck on your next endeavors. But before that, they insist on giving you a proper "graduation" ceremony, with one last dual performance with the Red and Blue teams!

Quiet Wood. The standoff against Melanthios at the center of the forest forced the rot to retreat, but destroyed the offspring of the sacred tree in the process. Dhanvi, devastated by the loss and the dead end to her quest for immortality, disappears into the forest with Jurou, puppeting Morgan, hot on her heels. Now freed of his divine duty as guardian of the holy tree, Ji can return to his ordinary life in Quiet Wood. Still shaken by the revelation that he was never human, and that Su - along with the rest of Quiet Wood - had always known that one day he would be called to duty, he looks to Kiragi, Celica, and Askr for support in the coming years. However, it does not take him long to regain his sunny disposition, and urged by Kiragi, he makes his confession to Lachesis by the start of the new year. Micaiah comes to succeed Soh as village priest, and Lucius and Linhardt, though their quest had met a dead end as Dhanvi’s had, return to Quiet Wood to champion an alliance with the spirits of the forest. The villagers beg for Arvis to stay and funnel in his wealth, but he chooses to part ways with Hushen and return to his estate empty-handed. After nearly dying, Leif makes the resolute decision to retire from the explorer life.

Edge of Eden. While Melanthios had been forced to make his retreat, the book itself was not spared the devastating consequences of the fight. You have been unceremoniously spit from its pages, wounds and all, among a dozen pages, torn from the binding and singed by fire. The end of the book is the worst for wear, both physically and content-wise, with none of the rebel-aligned characters surviving by the end.

Queen's Compass. Freshly minted captain of the True North Kai-Marik stands tall before his carefully mended ship. Though he'll be losing three (debatably) reliable crewmates, it turns out he'll be gaining at the least one in return: with Captain Yngvi's pending departure, quartermaster Rivenn can't find it in his heart to steer the Ichaival back to glory. He's never been much of a leader after all, he claims. While Cameron is ecstatic to have another handsome lad aboard the ship (Kai-Marik himself being less than thrilled but perhaps more open to the idea after recent experiences), they both carry the weight and memory of their dearly departed captain close to heart. She was the Queen, and they promise to bear news of her passing to the King so as to tie a neat little bow on this story. Joining them is new mascot Egg, who protects and threatens in equal measure as it demands to be kept fed no matter what. 

As for Kass... upon being flung from the book alongside the rest of you, he did what he does best and made himself scarce. 

Villainess. While Sir Sveinn mourns the loss of a sibling, His Majesty Emperor Kadrian mourns the loss of a fiancée - though with any luck he'll have rekindled an old friendship in the process. Sir Blake dutifully continued his job, rising to the position of Court Magician upon the former occupant's unfortunate passing. He worked diligently at helping to mend ties between the Fenrichs and the Artels. Alongside the witch's defeat, it's said everyone's favourite charmer Ilya Gray vanished... Perhaps they've found another kingdom to sweep off its feet. Finally, it is said that with time, Lady Meaghan and Lady de Vaux became what some might call 'a power couple,' although Meaghan spent much time helping Anabelle's heart heal from the loss of her two closest friends. She is a true hero now - a mantle one may not wear without the burden of loss. None of them will forget any of you.

Closing Procedures (please read carefully!)

The events of Unscripted are over and regardless of your performance in the individual stories, you have successfully freed all of the students who had been swallowed by and trapped within the books! Unfortunately, you did not prevent Melanthios (along with the Projectionist) from fleeing outright, but at least they did not get their hands on all of the weapon fragments they were after.

Time will not reset this year and will transition straight into the Great Tree Moon. For many characters, this will be the start of their second “real” year at the academy. Characters who did not participate in the event can choose whether to refresh their characters as new to the academy starting this month, or can continue to write them as if they have been here the whole time. Whichever makes the most sense for your muse.

You are free to continue any Unscripted threads, but you may not start any new threads based on the Unscripted settings. Unscripted posts will no longer count towards the grand prize requirement.

Discord

All event channels will be closed on September 7th, so save what you want from them before then.

Prizes and How to Get Them

Regardless of failures, you still managed to stave off a tragedy, so the church will reward you accordingly. Please read the following carefully before claiming your prizes:

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Character Design Thoughts for Shen Yuan & Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky in ‘The Untold Tale’

(This is a Follow Up to This Post)

Hello, @averydrearydiana! Loved reading through your tags! I’m excited that you’re excited! Since I’m also seeing comments on AO3 speculating about how our transmigrators are going to appear as in The Untold Tale, I might as well give my current thoughts and have this archived on tumblr for future reference.

A fun fact about TUT is that a lot of the imagery in the story is inspired by Chinese PVs and popular C-dramas and literature. Since TUT is conceived as a lovestory to SVSSS, one element that I’d wanted to incorporate is playful attempts at satirical genre deconstruction. With that comes with me playfully poking fun at some clichés or things I’ve noticed in Chinese works.

Shen Yuan’s Celestial Design

Before I talk about his mortal appearance, I have to give a lil context about his celestial design in the story. We already know what he looks like as the celestial fortuneteller in TUT’s cover art that I’ve already posted on tumblr. As everyone knows, I was heavily inspired by this Chinese PV:

(TUT ch1 - Excerpt)

Among the things I’ve noticed are the fictional characters with white hair. We have a whole subculture of fans liking male character designs with white hair in anime and animation. Taking that a step further, they’ve even shown up in C-dramas, i.e. Teng She from Love and Redemption (technically more blond than platinum white, but shhhhh, just let me have this), Dong Hua Dijun from Eternal Love of Dream aka Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (rest assured, I’m aware of the source material’s controversy, but let’s not get into that here), etc. One of the tags for TUT is Opposites Attract. Luo Binghe’s color coordination is aligned with black and red mostly. Now, visually speaking, what’s the opposite of that?

The yin yang symbol.

Fun fact, besides black vs white, green (SY) is the complementary color of red (LBG) on the color wheel. Now taking everything I’ve said, to take it even one step further, my thought process at the time was, “why not go the extra mile then and just have SY be albino? Within context of the Heavenly Realm, that character design makes sense.” TUT is me subtly riffing off what I can (for the good ol’ meta humor), but making the content come across as a legitimate story experience. As Protagonist A and Protagonist B, LBG and SY have to look visually striking together. With all that said, let’s talk about....

(In reference to the original tumblr post)

Shen Yuan (Mortal)

I’ll keep some elements of his albinism from his celestial form (light sensitivity and pale skin mostly), but SY’s mortal form is essentially SY pre-transmigration but within context of the xianxia genre.

For his appearance, let’s just keep this Author’s Note^ and TUT’s summary in the back of our brains. This is the fanvid I was originally inspired by for SY’s mortal appearance:

(TUT Summary - Excerpt)

For what he wears, I’m currently feeling very heavily inspired by this PV:

His mortal appearance wouldn’t be considered as “strange” or “otherworldly” compared to the “ethereal fairy-like beauty” SY retains in the Heavenly Realm, but as a side-effect of the 【PROTAGONIST’S HALO】 and his +20 CHARISMA stat, he would still be considered attractive to people even when he takes on a mortal appearance. (Mainly, I like the idea of Bing gē taking large shots of vinegar seeing SY turning heads no matter which appearance SY takes on, and Luo Binghe glaring at these “insects” for even “daring to lay their unworthy eyes on his fated person.” The thought of it just makes me laugh.)

What I mean by how SY’s mortal form being very much based on how SY appeared pre-transmigration but in the xianxia genre context, I mean he’ll have his dark hair (but longer), a “scholarly air” (as a nod to his novelist background), dark eyes, and even his glasses technically (the divine monocle mentioned in ch3, which is also a subtle nod to Sha Po Lang and a riff on men wearing monocles in other Chinese works andit’salsoforeshadowingbutshhhh).

(TUT ch3 - Excerpt)

Shen Yuan originally was an author in his forties pre-transmigration, so I like the idea him having a mature air about him in the Cultivation World as well. So for both our Protagonist B’s celestial and mortal appearances, the idea is that you can look at him and immediately recognize him as a protagonist of the danmei setting. My only two prerequisites are that his appearance screams “hello, I’m Protagonist B” and that he appears in “scholarly” attire.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky (Mortal)

Keeping in mind the original tumblr post where I wrote my thoughts on who I’m transmigrating him as, currently I’m thinking it’s a combination of these two PVs for his mortal form:

As a nod to him being a successful novelist, I wanted him to also appear scholarly. A scholarly crown prince, if you will. For his attire, imagine all the C-drama clothing you’ve seen actors wear in period dramas, and you already have a good idea already of the direction I’m heading down.

As the prince of the cannon fodder emperor, I very much like the idea of Airplane perhaps having a baby face and brown hair (as a small nod to fanon!SQH from SVSSS) but with a great body (a huge source of inspiration are clothing worn by Prince Yu and Prince Jing of the three princes from the C-drama Nirvana in Fire). Since Airplane will also be able to select his Character Creation stats like Shen Yuan had, one thing I’m fairly certain is that he will max out his CONSTITUTION—because “game logic” and not wanting to die. (For those who don’t know, the CON stat in tabletop RPs essentially indicates a person’s overall health, wellbeing, and vigor checks...so him maxing it out is equivalent to him being as invulnerable as a cockroach. A high CON means overall healthiness, which means your character probably is full of energy and vitality, can heal rapidly, and will rarely get sick—if ever. Low CON usually means a higher susceptibility to sickness and disease, wounds that fester and linger, and a general fatigue would haunt you, etc.) Like how SY zeroed in on his CHA, Airplane would have prioritized +20 CON (+5 modifier), especially knowing the fate that’d await him as a prince and the vicious environment that is expected for palace intrigue plots (the harem is a big factor, with concubines and consorts and even the empress sabotaging each other—just to win the favor of one man). Against poison or whatnot which is a cliché in palace intrigue plots, rather than relying on luck, you typically stand a better chance of passing the CON check if you have a high modifier aiding your checks. He’s basically become impervious to illnesses, most poisons (probably being able to spring back quickly), and is considered the healthiest prince in all the mortal imperial line. <- This could be taken both seriously and humorously simultaneously.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky (Deity/ Celestial)

For Xiàng Tiān Dà Fēijī’s “actual divine body” that is currently asleep and won’t be awakened until Airplane completes his mortal trial to “regain his cultivation powers,” the face should obviously be similar but, as Xiàng Tiān Dà Fēijī, he would appear regal and dignified as a god of this world:

Imagine something along the lines of mortal Airplane as the man on the right, celestial Shen Yuan in the center, and deity/ celestial Airplane as the man on the left. I envision a respectable appearance that would knock the air out of Mobei jūn and make him recognize Airplane despite any visual dissimilarities, and in a way we have the Four Beauties of China: Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan, Mobei jūn, and Xiàng Tiān Dà Fēijī.

I will say I currently have an idea of making Airplane have “golden” eyes in both his celestial and mortal forms. (Spoiler alert: in my notes, I’d written down to give Airplane yellow eyes as an Easter egg to Yanxi Palace, I believe, where there was an episode where someone of the imperial harem schemed against the empress and almost had the newborn baby killed because that and the yellow skin was an inauspicious omen. We later find out through a timely intervention that the true reason was due to jaundice—because of the diet/ pregnancy cravings she ate for a period of time which resulted in her son’s symptoms. With Airplane’s high CON and another trope I’m bringing in which’ll have to do with the Medicine King’s Valley/ Valley of the Medicine King, his yellow eyes are the only side effect that lingered from that traumatic event which would have killed him had they gotten away with their scheme. A lot of palace dramas have to do with the vicious harem plots, so this would potentially be one such example.) The reason being that this is the identifying marker for MBJ to clue in that they’re the same man he will have loved. And I think that has romantic potential.

Misc.

Now addressing the other tags, yes, essentially speaking, Mobei jūn might just very well experience his very own Big Damn Reunion trope that Bing mèi had suffered from SVSSS. Poor MBJ. He’s in a tumultuous ride of his own with him considering Airplane as his own fated person, hahaha. But for the Moshang dynamic, I want him—a demon—to find himself taken with Airplane in his mortal guise—and subsequently his true celestial appearance once he finds out. I very much also want SY to jokingly snark to his fellow transmigrator-and-writing-colleague about him getting in a relationship with his own “creation” (MBJ). And Airplane would jokingly snark back about SY “ruining his ‘first son’ as well” (LBG). If you can read between the lines of that, then kudos. I’m glad to hear you’re looking forward to the palace intrigue.

I’m especially very happy to hear you’re looking forward to the descriptions! I personally love worldbuilding in the stories I consume I’m an interior designer and realtor irl, so I’m glad my love of house details and landscape, etc shows in TUT. For the pseudohistorical vibe, in the Mortal Realm, I will be referencing the Forbidden City of our Chinese history and a couple popular period C-dramas. Take the settings of period C-dramas like Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace, Yanxi Palace, and Nirvana in Fire as examples for what will be awaiting us when we finally meet Airplane in his mortal body. In the Heavenly Realm, the descriptions will be heavily referencing shows that contain aesthetics such as those of Ashes of Love, Love and Redemption, and Eternal Dream.

Take this with a grain of salt just in case I change my mind later on, but in the chapter when we meet Airplane for the first time, I probably won’t say which character he is in the first scene. I’ll give plenty of hints in the first scene so that you all can make your guesses before the big reveal, but I’m fairly confident you all or most of you will be able to pinpoint who he is among the cannon fodders. We’ll meet the emperor, who is discussing with his sons about the matter regarding the approaching calamity that is Luo Binghe. Then when we transition into the second scene, we’ll know exactly which “royal prince OC” it is that our beloved Airplane has transmigrated into, hahaha.

(*Keep in mind, for everything written above, some details are subject to change. Nothing is official until it appears in the story, or I’ve actually drawn my ideas out and posted online to both my tumblr and twitter. These are just my current thoughts.)

A goal of mine for TUT is to make the story widely accessible, meaning it doesn’t matter if the reader is new to the SVSSS fandom or aren’t familiar with the Easter egg references or meta jokes or subtext or even the Chinese culture, or even if English is not their first language. Having knowledge beforehand might help someone notice more hidden details in TUT, yes, but it is a humble wish of this writer for her esteemed readers to be able to dive into the story and get the enjoyable feeling like they’re reading a genuine danmei novel. It really makes me smile whenever I hear feedback that I am able to emulate that experience.

Very exciting developments indeed are in store!

[review-anon]

...and Kanade?

*Deep Breathes* *Deep Inhales* Hoooo booyyy this gonna is gonna be rough.

So when we first meet Kanade she seemed cute and innocent but seeing how she acted so much like Mikan I had a fear that she was gonna turn psycho like her. And to be fair I was right, but I did not anticiptate how much of a psycho Kanade was gonna be.

Kanade was clearly given special treatment by LINUJ as she knew all the answers even if they didn't make any sense, Chapter 2's trainwreak of a Class Trial was a capital example of this as the icicle puzzle bothers me as much as Bubbles plus the way the trial was structured was so moronic and disorganised it just felt awful. Little did I knew of the shit coming my way.

I will give LINUJ credit and say there was decent foreshadowing that all was not well with Kanade. Firstly her wealth of information on murder cases was very sus. Granted we've always had characters like that but the difference with them is that their talents or backgrounds gave them a reason to be helpful. Kyoko was the Ultimate Detective though her memories were locked away so naturally she has the skills to assist. Chiaki has played a few murder mystery games so she would know the tropes to look out for. Kaito isn't very helpful in investigations but Maki is and as a assassin she can give a verdict on if a injury is fatal or not due to personal experience. Point is, the helpful characters have something with them that makes it so that their competence in a trial makes sense. Kanade though she's a guitarist of a idol band. There is nothing in her skill set which makes it so she's an expert crime solver. She tries to play this off by saaying she's a medical drama fan, but its such a paper thin excuse that anyone can smell a rat.

Her faces also were quite sus as they were giving people Kokichi vibes and that's never a good thing. So in terms of foreshadowing Kanade as being a deranged lunatic, it was actualy done decently well. But anything would be better then being a Korekiyo clone.

I already didn't like how V3's Chapter 3 handled Korekiyo, as it completely ruined the character for me. The difference between Korekiyo and Kanade was before Chapter 3 ruined it, I was actually invested in Korekiyo as an character as I found his design quite cool, his personality and ethics compelling and his FTEs were well done as well. Which is why it hurts so much for Chapter 3 to ruin him. Kanade on the other hand I didn't really care for prior to Chapter 3, yes I felt a little bad for her for having endure Hibiki's abuse, but with Hibiki getting character development in Chapter 3, I felt it was a good chance for Kanade to get some good time to shine.

And I got monkey pawed, as Kanade did get a lot of time to shine because LINUJ for no apparant reason believed that Kanade had to be the "final boss" for the first half of SDRA2, I'm not joking that's his reasoning for why the Kanade trial went on for Danganronpa 3 lengths of time. But yeah let's get the elephant out of the room; Kanade is a incestious serial killer who is obsessed with Hibiki and was trying to make her a doll.

I don't have a lot of love for serial killers, and Kanade is one of the worst examples of one as she's everything that is wrong with how modern society tends to romanise serial killers and completely downplay the impact they have on their victims, their victim's loved ones and those who worked to catch the scum in the first place. The fact she's "pErFeCt" really pisses me off as the narriative doesn't hesistate to shove it down your throat that Kanade is this apparant wonder child who can do anything and oh yeah you don't actually defeat her.

Yes, she's outed as the culpirt but only because of literal Divine Luck coming in to save the day, and while that is the only time we get Kanade to lose her composure, she regains it very quickly when she firstly screws Nikei over by burning Setsuka's note which apparenetly even LINUJ forgot what was on it, which sets up his backup plan for Chapter 4 and we know how that goes, and then when she sees the motive videos which shows that Kanade was the one who killed her and Hibiki's parents, she acts confused at first because yes she planned to kill them but only when she was ready for Hibiki to be in the puppet state forever, and "present day" Hibiki was nowhere near that stage yet. But she quickly connects the dots and realises way before the rest of the cast do, that they have had their memories stolen from them and realises this means in the end she got what she wanted. In the real world, Kanade did succeed in breaking Hibiki down to a doll, and in the Killing Game, Hibiki is executed alongside Kanade who gets to see her die in despair. So in the end, Kanade is the only culprit who you could say won, and that doesn't sit well with me.

She's also very condensing and makes the class trial half the slog it is because not only does she not only have a Plan B, but also a Plan C, D and E, but nothing until Divine Luck kicks in phases her. Do something to knock the culprit back? There's also the fact that as "smart" as Kanade seems, when you look at her actual actions, Kanade isn't really all that bright as most of her big moments of intelligence is when the narrative allows her to be smart which I can't say is good character traits to have.

Point is I absoulately hate Kanade as a character as she not only is responsible for many of the worst things of SDRA2 but the sheer amount of special treatment she gets from narrative to the point that Iroha would be jealious of it, and that she's a glorified serial killer that's a emulation from a already low point in V3.

The only silver lining is that every single askblog around here took one look at Kanade, shock their heads and decided that no, Kanade wasn't gonna get away with this and she will get consequences.

A Student Out of Time started this and while I have my issues with both the Concert and Twisted Sister, when it comes to punishing Kanade and making sure she doesn't get what she wants, it delivers as this is the first she has to face real consequences for her actions and she doesn't like it. Heck even the fact the police couldn't find was later blamed on Emina arresting their development, so had that not happened, she would have been caught a long time ago.

They are however, not the askblog which delievered the best "fuck you Kanade" I heard Neo World Program Monitor did this but as I've not read through that, I can't say for sure. What I can say is that Survivor did the absolute best in this.

In Rise and Shine, Kanade makes her big debut and Kaede, Sora and Monodam have to fight her off. I say those two but Sora gets taken out of comission early on so its Kaede and Monodam. Its a very intense scene where they have to fend the deranged serial killer off, find Hibiki, wake her up and then when they discover the puppet state is there, Kaede actually manages to snap Hibiki out of it. Monodam tragically gives his life to save them, and this makes Kaede snap as she goes on an actual rampage where she brutually beats up Kanade to the point of near death, and not only was this an amazing moment to see how far Kaede has come, but this actually made Kanade scared of Kaede. Let me repeat that, Kaede managed to make Kanade Otonokoji fear her due to how brutal of a beatdown she gave her.

But of course the best one is in The Day the World Stood Still, where first Setsuka, Akane, Sora, Yoruko and Hibiki try to fight off Kanade who's trying to get Hibiki. This results in a tragic sacifirice as Hibiki unalives herself to try and stop Kanade, but this just makes Kanade snap. Of course later on, Hibiki would be fine but we weren't to know at the time. Seiko goes into her beast form and does a brillant fight against her especially when Kanade is on Hope Serum, but once the two are worn out, Kuripa gets involved and with Kanade breaking down due to the ressurcation machine been sped up on her meaning she's literally turning to slush, Kuripa makes it so that every last moment Kanade spend on planet Earth was the most painful she experienced in her life. Its literally like the MUDAMUDAMUDA moment from Golden Wind and its just as satisfying.

No single beatdown of Kanade will ever top this I'm sorry. I'm sure both Despair to Future Arcs and A New Future will give good "Fuck you Kanade" moments but nothing can usurp the sheer glory of Kanade being grinded to literal mud that Survivor did. And while with my sketches I also plan a "Fuck you Kanade" moment, I do not attend to top Survivor because that's pretty much not possible.

Yes she's get a lot of moments in my Hunger Games sketches but that's just setting breadcrumbs for her motivation and I will say this...she's being set up grand...so when the fall comes, it will be even better.

Long story, Kanade Otonokoji is a horrible character, a appalling culprit and just makes everything worse. The only plus side she has is the moments in Askblogs were she gets beaten down by people equally sick of all the free passes she gets.

How she gets to be voted 2nd in the official SDRA2 poll, I will never understand.

[dreamrecorder]

Genshin Characters as the Major Arcana

Gentle Reminder: I just based this on a surface knowledge I have about the Arcana from my fave game Persona 3^^ As such, I paired the characters to the arcana with the help of my sis bcos there were some characters that I don’t know much about~ And again this is just fanart :))

That was long ksksks Imma add a commentary under if you feel like reading my thoughts hahaha

Soooooo

Fool: Obviously i was gonna pick the twins since they’re the main characters ksks but other than that- it has to be them because they’re special in a way like they can wield different elements. Zero is an empty number but with vast possibilities.

Magician: It was supposed to be Albedo at first- but persona says magician speaks about immaturity and power. And those two words just fit Klee so much in a good way!! Although-- Klee was supposed to be fortune too but i stuck with magician

Priestess: A woman of wisdom- Ganyu. that’s it haha I was supposed to add Ayaka too but she doesn’t have an official art yet :(

Empress: Lmao do i have to explain why i chose Jean and Ningguang

Emperor: No questions asked- Zhongli is an emperor bow. I didn’t have second thought choosing him lmao

Hierophant: So this one here symbolizes education, authority, and something about divinity and understanding the world. I chose Albedo because as an alchemist he took it upon himself to uncover the truth of the world~

Lovers: EHE no explanation needed~

Chariot: We’ve got victory, self-confidence and command!! I dont think i should explain this that much bcos Diluc is pretty straight forward haha My sister said I should Amber here too and I was about to but didn’t put her here Chariot also means war and Amber is not a war person for me

Justice: I chose xinqiu bcos of his display of justice in his story quest :))

Hermit: This means self-honesty and forging your own path- pretty fitting for Mona and Fischl right? As for Beidou, “why is a pirate a hermit?” Yeah that’s what i asked too when my sister said Beidou should be a Hermit. It makes sense tho- Beidou is a pirate and pirates stay on the sea and far from land and land is where civilization is

Fortune: Qiqi is basically the Preserves of Fortune ^^ As for Bennet, why is our unlucky boi in Fortune? Im soft for Bennet okay I just want to give him more luck and fortune on his way T-T Bennet was supposed to be hanged man but no- My sis said hanged man bcos everything Bennet does might result to more injury and eventually death. So--- NO

Strength: Pretty self-explanatory ^^

Hanged Man: Originally was supposed to be Hu Tao but again- no official art sigh So I chose Chongyun (was supposed to be fortune) This arcana means to take the time necessary for self-reflection and this fits our exorcist bcos he really reflected on how exterminate spirits without the use of his positivity- he wanted to stand by the traditional ways of an exorcist bcos ppl doubt his status as exorcist- yes, reflection for self-improvement

Death: Mr-Bane-of-all-Evil obviously (im so sorry xiao) (I was thinking adding qiqi but thats too cruel for my heart)

Temperance: Balance, synthesis, and harmony- all those for our best girl Sucrose

Devil: Childe- because he was mean in the golden house. Yes he seems to be a good guy but his eyes speak otherwise and i kudos mihoyo for that bcos when i was staring at his eyes in his official art- Dude those eye are empty- you cant read whats he thinking and it bring a sense of mistrust and malice in my way--- Even if I already did his story quest with Teucer that malice is still there for me Fun fact: Lumine was supposed to be the Devil bcos canon-villain but meh still a Fool for her

Tower: Pride and arrogance- a symbol for bad omens (im sorry kaeya) I dont know... something about Kaeya’s aura just tells me somthing bad will happen to him considering his origin- be it bcos of his pride or other things, Kaeya sends me red flags sometimes

Star: A hope in the dark. Barbara is self-explanatory and Diona is a personal experience ahaha- my first time fighting a ruin guard gone wrong and diona saved my ass ksks

Moon: Creativity, inspiration, dreams, and fantasy- all of these which Venti personifies as a bard and the Archon of Song

Sun: Xiangling and Amber brings joy to everyone and anyone, making them the sun

Judgment: I had difficulty picking for this arcana- but it all came down to Keqing. Keqing is a very serious person. She basically personifies logic and rationality- Whenever she declares that the time of the adepti are over- I know she speaks this without baseless judgment as she observes the progress of liyue and humanity in general

World: Dainsleif knows everything and anything and i was kinda spooked out by that in his story quest

AAAAAAAND THATS IT- this was one long post but hey i enjoyed this mini project of mine. I lost my sanity cleaning these cards and characters but thanks to my sugar high I managed hahahaha if you have some thoughts, feel free to share them and if you feel like you wanna speak about your perspective which conflicts mine- pls be gentle commenting ahahaha again this just fanart

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Puppet Strings

Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭

MASTERLIST

Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader

Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.

Words: 3,810+

A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see. 

Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS PART! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER READING, BB!  

Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this fanfic is definitely from moi.

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THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.

An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.

You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.

The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.

Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.

Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.

How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.

Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.

He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.

After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.

You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.

It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.

She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.

Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.

You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.

Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.

'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'

Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.

Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.

Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.

Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.

He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.

The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.

You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.

"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.

His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.

You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.

Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.

He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.

His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.

The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.

"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"

At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.

The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.

Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.

"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.

Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.

You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.

He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.

Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.

Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.

In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.

"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.

"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.

Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.

You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.

"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"

He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.

"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"

The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.

You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.

He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.

Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.

Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.

You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.

Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.

Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.

He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.

"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.

Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.

"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.

"---But, can you do me one more favor?"

"Anything, Miss Y/N."

Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.

You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.

"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"

He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"

His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.

"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"

"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.

Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.

"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"

He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.

"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"

"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"

You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.

"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"

"Anything for you, Miss."

There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.

Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.

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