#even the CD dramas hurt like a hell once they remind you what is happening in the main series

[notsooriginaltrash]

Code Geass: Nunnally in Wonderland is on crack and probably the only thing in this fandom that doesn't hurt my poor heart

[presumenothing]

fmab (+03) fic masterlist

because even i’m starting to lose track of what i’ve posted so far. all writing is eventually crossposted to ao3, individual tumblr posts linked below the cut because it’s lengthy as hell 

(this is like 85% post-promised day fic with the occasional canon-divergence au for flavour, ft lots of resembool kids, riza, and roy. basically gen with near-zero ship content because that’s how i roll)

update: total wordcount has now broken 20k 25k 30k 35k 40k 45k(!!!!) 

update 2: now with crumbs of 03 content because yeehaw

april

“Actually, Winry – can you do something for me?” 

“Lieutenant. Would you ever consider learning alchemy?”

“I guess I just – want to figure out who I am. Me, not the Fullmetal Alchemist.”

Besides, the scars on his palms have been – pardon his language – hurting like a bitch ever since he woke to this gloomy weather this morning.

Ishval had given him plenty of practice at that soldier’s art of taking even the lightest of naps whenever circumstances permitted.

[au] Ed has never had reason to hate how swiftly his mind works, not until now.

It’s just simple clerical error that leads to Edward Elric retaining his title and pay as a State Alchemist, even after the Promised Day. No, really.

may

He’s just tired, not about to collapse.

These days Ed’s journals are actual proper travelogues, no coded shit or anything.

[au] It doesn’t even start until after they arrive in Resembool. 

(can’t have been the more socially-adjusted brother, obviously.)

[au] “I don’t,” Ed bites out, “know any damn alchemists.”

Maes raises an eyebrow and sloshes his near-empty cup pointedly. 

august

[wip] “Is this about Al, or you?”

“–of course I know these aren’t the most efficient routes!”

Ed seriously considers dyeing his hair more than once, in the After.

Winry only needs a glimpse of red to know what it must be.

Rush Valley talks. Winry listens.

Much as Al loves his brother to itty-bitty-and-very-shouty pieces,

The first time someone mistakes Al for the Fullmetal Alchemist, 

+ The thing is, Al gets it.  

“Brother told me that you told him about Ishval,” Alphonse says.

It’s an honest observation – as honest as he can ever get, at least –

[au] In another world, she is never named the Hawk’s Eye.

“Somehow I doubt your place is much better, sir.”

would it be the most impossible thing to have happened to the Elrics?

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us,” Ed growls,

a minimum age limit on all candidates for the State Alchemist exam.

“There’s gotta be a shark somewhere around.”

The Elrics make transmuting without circles look easy.

The problem, if Riza is to put it into words,

Al completely botches the first dozen or so transmutations

(Ed? Talking about automail? Over food?)

[au] in the end it’s Al who really takes after their father.

“Fullmetal realising his celebrity status? Woe betide us,”

The tea is actually well-made, first of all, not burnt 

“Not like– I mean, personal about me, not you!” 

[au] “Huh,” Al says.

Still less work than getting entropy-murdered by Olivier, he decides.

[au] It’s not every dead person that he sees.

[au] They weren’t even meant to stop in Resembool.

Jean just wants to make one thing – okay, a few things – very clear.

Ed knows this firsthand from too much Winry exposure.

The lump on the couch lets out a string of wholly intelligible noises.

september

“Take me out to dinner,” Riza says.

“We’re not even in Amestris, though.”

[au] Riza had been angry too, when she had let herself be, but hers is a cold ire, locked beneath glaciers and the burn of frostbite. Wrath makes no such pretences.

[outline] But in the case of Fullmetal – more specifically in the case of Fullmetal and Youswell – Roy mostly wishes he could unknow things.

[au] Roy forces enough air into his lungs to get the words out. “You’re dead.”

[outline…?] winry’s gonna like this, al says.

Alphonse flaps a hand. “Oh, because it’s complete bullshit.”

“Y’know, you really aren’t that tall, Brother.”

getting to finally keep a cat hadn’t been very high on his list of priorities.

[au] “Edward. Get out of here, take Envy with you.”

[wtnv au] “Welcome to Resembool.” 

october

just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die from food poisoning, young man.

[au snippet] It’s sort of a belief, in the eastern parts of Amestris,

[03] Al’s hug is the first real thing he’s felt in years.

[03] Never thought you were, Ed retorts lightly, and lets Alfons turn away with a huff.

“When you said to come visit you in Rush Valley this is not what I was expecting!”

(and jeez, only Ed would manage to make it necessary to keep a kit on hand for actual minor-to-major catastrophes during a semi-honeymoon trip)

november

[03] Except the sight of his brother only serves to make everything worse, for once.

[au] The worst thing about this is that it’s not even equivalent. 

[au] “You wanna know why? The real reason, not the quantum bullshit I fed Mustang.” (+ more in the tag)

[snippet] And just for that I won’t be leaving Wrath any.

“I shall finally exact the decisive vengeance that I have always dreamed of,” Scar booms right back before Armstrong can even ask, 

Al knows from the moment he wakes up that it’s going to be a good day.

[snippets] The real disaster comes when Ed learns how to weaponise his height.

[03 au] The man in the brown overcoat. That’s all anyone ever seems able to recall of Edward.

[au] They say the Elric house is haunted. Of course. Empty houses are always haunted.

Of course, this assumes that said person is an alchemist of some ability, and that said life has been one of some loss and strife. 

“Are you alright? Nod for yes, swear at me for no.”

from the intervening pause he surmises Riza is jotting something down on the notepad she keeps by the phone.

She’s been looking forward to the day when her hair finally gets long enough to – well, no longer be short.

“Remind me of this the next time I decide to trust Ling any further than I can throw him.” ( + xing tag)

december

Ed’s almost twenty when he realises that Hawkeye must’ve been around his age when she was deployed to Ishval.

[au] At least this far out from Amestris Ed could mostly brush the first one off as an interplanetary translation fuckup.

bonus textposts and assorted nonsense

the Better Alchemist™️

on the topic of ed’s scrawl

al, defender of cat

*csi miami theme but with cats*

on the topic of flat affect + 200000% turbo by default

on the topic of pain tolerance + further thoughts

ed @ mustang’s problem solving skills

ok but about liore…

terrible TERRIBLE ideas (three of them)

putting the SHORT in SHORT-TEMPERED

clap reflex

you’re retired, ed, r e t i r e d

and by “ambidextrous” i mean “confused”

protip: you can’t

YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAH (aka csi miami theme, riza redux)

feral ducklings, the continuation(??)

does THIS count as elric telepathy

honestly, y’all

too much fire?? sounds fake

on the topic of academia

sometimes the stars align

on the topic of riza hawkeye

terrible idea, berthold version

immortal troubles

THE CHURCH OF EDWARD ELRIC

PRIDE (& WRATH): one, two, three (4koma)

objectively the worst post-cos timeline

serious stuff: fma drama cd, daughter of dusk

asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 aka izumi pwns roy, 9 aka not coffeeshop au, 10 aka legalities, 11 aka autograph woes

[aurami]

Tag game thingy~

Tagged by the lovely @bittersweet-faerietale ~ 💜💜 Love you Misa~! ^w^ 「Rules: Answer the Questions and Tag whomever you want to tag.」 ***** ❶. Would you rather wear Carla’s Scarf or Shin’s eyepatch? —Definitely Carla’s scarf. While eyepatches are super cool and probably useful if you need one, a half-blind me wouldn’t be good for anyone. I’d probably do something like run into a wall because of it. So, I shall stick to the scarf. I’m pretty cold a lot anyway- + + + ❷. Which moment has been the most shocking for you? (Game, Manga, CD Drama, Stage play, Anime) —Most shocking... hm.... I don’t know if this counts because it’s more of a thing related to multiple aspects, but I think what most shocked me was when I switched from the anime to reading the manga/playing the game/watching gameplay. The most shocking aspect for me was the differences in Yui’s actions and personality, as well as when I learned more in depth about everyone. But, yeah, mainly how different Yui was. Bless manga/game version Yui 🙏🏼 + + + ❸. Have you had a Diaboy whom you hated (or very little interest) and you love them? —*Cough* Story time- and shocker- my favorite wasn’t always Subaru. In the beginning when I first started, I didn’t notice Subaru much (mainly because the anime gAVE HIM LIKE NO SCREEN TIME-). Like, I thought he was cool and all, but I didn’t know much about him. Then, I was introduced to him through a role play. Now, since it was a rp, at first I was just sort of like, eh. But then, because of that, I started actively reading more about him, going to the games and manga, listening to drama cds and music. It all took off from there. I am now so in love with the Tsun-tsun it’s sorta probably now healthy. But, yes, at first I didn’t mind much, but now I’m pretty crazy haha. + + + ❹. Which moments (Game, Manga, etc) has made you laugh the most? —There are SO many Ayato scenes that have made me laugh to the point of crying in HDB. Like, I think the greatest scene was when there was some bat in Yui’s bed and he tricked her saying it was poisonous and he needed to suck out the poison. That one made me die and I’ll never forget it. + + + ❺. Which moments have made you cry? —...Heheheh- have you met me and/or seen this game? I get very emotionally attached and I’m a cryer :) there are many moments where I have cried. I cried watching the anime, games, manga, you name it. It would take too long to list all the times whoops- + + + ❻. Which moment has been the scariest for you? —Does it count if I recall a dream and drama cd combo? Because that both terrified me and game me a sign when it woke me up like dear lord- Okay, so, I once had this dream where I was with Kou. We were just shopping, right? That shouldn’t be so bad. It was like one of those fluffy moments where we were walking through a clothing store holding hands while going to pick out a skirt for me or something. It was kinda nice, but that was when I heard a “CRASHHHH,” then another, and another, and I panicked and woke up. Buuut, the crashing noises didn’t stop. This was followed by the violent yelling of Subaru Sakamaki. Just about having a heart attack (but not really), I sleepily checked my phone, and what drama cd was playing earbuds in while I was asleep? Jealousy. Subaru’s Jealousy track. I don’t know if I should be like “aww” or if I should be scared for my life but my heart was beating pretty fast- + + + ❼. Which moment has made you the angriest? —...WELL I think what has made me the angriest tbh isn’t the content itself but the fandom sometimes. Like, those moments when some people are really rude to others, or don’t listen, or just kinda either overfluff the boys or make things that wouldn’t happen. Like don’t get me wrong I’m all up for fluff and other people’s imaginations like you go for it and have fun I love that kinda stuff and I do have a pretty open mind. But it’s when it gets bent too far and attack others I guess if that makes sense. I don’t know, I’m just going to leave this confusing answer because I’m too lazy to elaborate more or fix what I’m trying to say. + + + ❽. Would you like to be a student at their nocturnal school? Would you stalk/see what the Diaboys are up to? Who? (Only pick 3 diaboys!) —Oh hell yes. I would probably suck at staying awake during the night because I’m weak af, but I would love to go there and meet the boys either to mess around or help. Let’s see... I would obviously go see what Subaru was up too, regardless if he was him or not just because it’s my nature to try and talk to others and cheer them up especially if they try and remain alone. Another one would be Ayato, probably either to mess around or see if he’s alive because of the sleeping in class thing. The third would have to be Kou, because not only am I a music freak (and in this world, let’s be honest, I would probably be a fan), but I would definitely be drawn to the positive persona he gives off in the public. These are my three, and it would probably stay this way regardless of if I knew them or not. + + + ❾. Have you had any DL dreams? If so… tell us your favorite or your most recent! —Oh look here’s the dream section I can share another dream~! I have had so many and recorded so many that it’s not healthy I swear. Okay so I’ll just say my favorite, and it’s long and ridiculous so I’ll just sum it up in a few bullets; •Talked on the phone with Laito, he was saying some weird stuff •I was talking with Reiji, and there was dramatic sad music. He was having a monologue, but it was all in Japanese. In my mind, I was like, “Oh, I’ll just read the subtitles for this later!” To this day, I still have no idea what he said.. •I got married to Yuma through this basketball game ritual thing? Apparently it was something that is supposed to be a tradition.. X’3 + + + ❶⓪. Is there something/habit a Diaboy does that bothers/annoys you? —Okay this is going to sound horrible but there’s a lot of things about Kanato’s personality that can irk me at times. Like I do still like him and I understand why he does what he does and such, but not only does the screaming hurt but some of the choices he makes and things he does kinda scares me because it reminds me of a person and an irl situation. I promise nothing too bad happened and I’m perfectly okay and healthy but it was just rough times and sadly since it reminds me of that my mind perceives things of the situations in the past rather than his character and nature. + + + ❶❶. Is there something/habit a Diaboy does that makes your heart flutter/melt? —In short; Whenever Subaru gets flustered, Whenever Ayato does his “you’re mine and I’m the best,” and every time Kou opens his mouth. Like, he doesn’t even have to make a specific action there’s just something about his voice. I think it’s also whenever any of the boys speaks in a deep voice. -w- + + + Okay so, that’s it I guess!! Thanks for reading all of this if you have, and here’s just a little big about me. I’ll be filling out another lil questions thing soon too~ I would tag others, but everyone that I would tag I already know has been tagged pretty much I’m late to the party whoops qwq

[kathleenpo]

Not Scared

My life is not nearly as dramatic as it sounds in these essays. It's a lot of work making this stuff seem exciting, I hope whoever reads this can appreciate that.

I was looking forward to a long holiday weekend of absolutely nothing. Really, nothing was going to happen. I would have supper with my family on Thursday, come home for a nice bath, and that was it. No plans. No responsibilities. Zero drama. Maybe a little closet cleaning to get the blood moving, that's it.

Thanksgiving started out great. All the food I needed to bring was ready, my hair was washed and looked normal, and the weather forecast promised a glorious day. I had a brand new North Face hoodie for the chill, with a light layer underneath for later in the day.

My son even showed up on time. I said 0900, he rolled in at 0908. He picked up the bag of food and put his hand out for the keys.

“You're driving my truck?”

“Yeah Mom. My rear end is about to take a dump.”

Cool, I thought as I grabbed a bottle of the Beaujolais. Designated driver means Mellow Mom.

He hit the key fob and opened the door. There was shit strewn all over the backseat.

“What the hell? When did you turn into such a pig, Mom?”

I’m not. There may be a stray straw wrapper in the door compartment, but I am usually really good about cleaning out the truck at the end of the day. I looked in the seat, and everything I saw came out of the console hatch. The insurance card. Two scent sticks. Some convex mirrors I bought and need to put on the side views. A box of Altoids.

I’m good about cleaning out the truck, but I’m bad about locking it. And someone had pawed through my stuff, looking for who knows what. Seems like they were disappointed at what old women keep in their 4 Runners, they didn’t even take the Bruce Springsteen CD. All the stuff was there, just moved around. Even the yoga mat still had the scarf tied around it.

This makes me sad, because I’ve never worried much about locking up, and now I guess I have to. Garrett came by yesterday morning with a copy of the key to the porch door, and reminded me that I need to lock up the house whenever I go out.

OK, I will, just because you asked me to. I know you will come by at random times to check and then yell at me if I don’t. But I don't like it, either one, the yelling or the locking.

I had that key in the pocket of my new North Face hoodie this morning when I had the Great Bike Wreck. It didn’t even fall out when I crashed.

But by the time I got home, my elbow sure hurt. And my hand was kind of feeling tingly and numb. And my legs were shaking, my butt was starting to get sore, and the place where I hit my head…well, I decided to do the grownup thing and go to Doc in the Box. Just to make sure I hadn’t really hurt the elbow, my bones are kind of old.

I hate going to the doctor, so I was feeling proud of myself sitting there filling out the papers on the clipboard, being an adult and all. And there was no one else in chairs, so I figured I could get checked out and be home in maybe an hour.

Then a man came in with a lady in a wheelchair. He was confused and upset. She was drooling and leaning to the left.

Stroke. That was the first thing that popped into my head. He should be at the ER, not here.

The receptionist didn’t think so; she thought she needed to get him to work on the clipboard papers and give her the insurance cards. She went to make copies and he went to fill out forms.

His wife just sat there drooling.

Of course I butted in. Have you met me?

I’ll bet he wasn’t planning to start out his day at the Minor Emergency Clinic, and he sure wasn’t expecting a woman with a bloody North Face hoodie to come up and ask him if he needed any help. But still, he seemed happy to talk. So I asked him questions. Lots of questions. Like how was his wife last night, had she talked to him this morning…and his answers painted a very clear picture. She had been making him scrambled eggs and she dropped the spatula, sat down at the table and drooled.

What about the wheelchair? He said it was in the corner from when he had broken his hip.

OK. All I need to know. What I should have done was told him to follow me and ran that chair back out the door and fifty feet across the parking lot to the ER, but I was being an adult, so I reached over the counter and pushed the red button that opens the doors to the back of the clinic and found a clerk sitting at a computer terminal charting.

I told him what to do. He ignored me and called 911.

An ambulance came (from the porte cochere at ER) and loaded them up. Before they made the left turn across traffic to get to the clinic, I got the number of their son, called him and told him to get to the hospital. He was there before the gurney was in the bus.

That’s it. I don’t know how she is, I don’t even know their names, but dammit, even clerks should get some basic triage training if they are going to work in medical offices. I guess it’s a liability thing. Or maybe a stupidity thing.

I really hope the helicopter I heard taking off a little while later wasn’t her.

Eventually the excitement died down, and the doctor came in to see me. He had to help me take off the hoodie, and the thermal under it, so he could look at my elbow. He was embarrassed because all I had on was the hoodie and the thermal, and he offered a paper sheet to cover the rest of me, but I don’t really care about that. You're supposed to be looking at my elbow. It was bleeding again from taking off the thermal, and my fingers were a little puffy. Time for X Rays.

They have a little portable unit that rolls into the room, and the images are digital now, so I have no idea why they made me wait so long after the cart rolled away. But eventually he came back in and found me sitting at the counter looking at the pictures on the desk monitor. No breaks, just a big contusion and maybe a slight sprain.

I had my shirt back on, so he relaxed a little and asked me what happened. I told him, and I was still pretty amped from the lady who needed tPA STAT, so I gave him the story in great detail, with hand motions for emphasis.

He said he’d seen me riding my bike around town before, but didn’t even know Seguin had a bike trail. I told him not to bother looking for it.

Then he asked me how I knew about strokes, and I told him I just did, I know a lot of shit, you’d be surprised.

He laughed and said I told great stories, I should write a blog.

That’s the second person this week that’s told me that, making a grand total of four people so far. I don’t know this guy, and he doesn’t know me, so I told him I have one started, sort of, and gave him the Tumblr account link.

So maybe he will be my first “like” or “follow” on that thing. Maybe I'll noodle around with the day's events and post that, I don't know yet.

The doctor prescribed the usual: Rest. Ice. Elevation. I asked him about the C, could it be cocktails?  He said not until after four in the afternoon. Go home and take some Advil, maybe have a nap. He cleaned up the blood and put a big Band Aid on my elbow.

I was an adult and followed the doctor’s orders.  I went to the grocery store and almost bought myself flowers, but I got a paperback instead. Another surrogate boyfriend; Dr. Alex Delaware, the murder solving psychologist. He’s not as cool as Virgil Flowers, but then, few men are. I read for a little while and took a nap, with the ice pack on my elbow. I only had two glasses of wine with my leftover turkey sandwich. In a minute I'll go take a bath with some Epsom salts and probably fall asleep reading.

But tomorrow, all bets are off.

I’m riding that bike again. Not on the Trail to Hell, somewhere else, but I’m riding it. And I’m going to get a better bike, one that will go faster and not be so hard to control. I’m going to do that really soon, but tomorrow I’m going to ride that same bike. I’m not scared, maybe clumsy, but not scared.

And then, I’m going to get in my truck and go drive across the creek at the place where I floated a perfectly good Cadillac once.

It hasn’t rained for a while, and now I have a high clearance vehicle. So I’m just going to do it, then I can mark it off the list. I’ll go say hi to my Uncle Nelson if he’s home and maybe he will want to go have breakfast.

Because, you know what?

If I ever end up in a wheelchair with someone not knowing what to do when I’m having a stroke, I want to know I wasn’t afraid to live while I had the chance. 

That's the shitty thing about strokes, you're still in there, but you're stuck.

I don't want to go to Doc in the Box. Just let the chair roll off the rocks, the ocean will take care of me.

I'm not scared.

[otome-no-uta]

Paradise O’ Whisper Vol.6 {Roux}

パラダイスo’ウィスパー Vol.6 ルゥ Paradise o'Whisper vol 6 

CV: Hirakawa Daisuke

Mune-kyun level: 4/5 (The comeback was great.)

R-18?: Nope

Craziness level: 0/5 (This is just a normal school life drama so.)

Dummy head mic used?: Yes

(Spoilers ahead~ writing this volume first, may write on the rest!!)

-The first track is the depiction of your current relationship with Roux, what happens in the drama CD is a flashback of what went on between you two. Same goes for the rest of the CDs in this series-

Plot Summary: The setting in this entire series is that you joined the current school you are in by mistake. The current school you’re in is one for idols or people who are aiming to enter the entertainment/arts industry. 

Roux spots you carrying a load of books and he goes to you, wanting to help when you slipped and fell into a puddle of water. (Tragic.) Brings you into the special room for the Kami6 (something like the 6 Gods or some shit.) ,aka the title of all the guys in the six, and it is officially revealed that he is a playboy. Starts saying shit like he fell in love with you at first sight and all them crap, (and loads of whispers thus the title.) casually asks if you want to date him but you’re like no and he’s like okay sure I’m not giving up I’ll make you fall for me. He kisses you on the cheek and you run out of the room. His real intentions are kinda revealed, like how he thinks of you as a toy, he’s in search of something that would interest him, impact him, and that how he thought a kiss would make you fall for him. (BROTHER SHIT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY.) 

You’re kind of being bullied because of the fact that you transferred in by accident and he starts by getting on your good side by defending you, like telling your entire class off. You gradually start falling for him until crunch time came. He brings you to the shower room (Why the hell you even following him to such a place.) and after talking, he finally throws you away, thinking that woman are always like this, just because a guy treats them nicely, they fall for him, just like the woman who threw him away aka his mother. He has a strong mother complex because his mother threw him away and left with another man. He feels disgusted whenever girls fall for him easily and treat it like a game and throw them away once they’ve completely fallen in love, exactly what’s happening to you now. 

He turns on the shower and starts throwing insults at you like how you accepted a kiss from him even though you two aren’t dating, how you would accept any man chasing after you and lastly, when he questions whether you’ve fallen in love with him, he says that he has cleared the game and bids farewell. 

After you have been thrown away, in order to prevent other girls from experiencing the same pain, you chase the girls who are with him away. Of course, he’s annoyed at you interrupting his “game”, says like how you’re doing this because you want to get his attention and basically tells you to act obedient and listen to what he says, and that’s to stop interfering with his game. Says how he turned out was because his mother kept playing around with men, to the extent that he doesn’t know who his dad is and that it’s natural for him to play around because his mother’s blood is flowing in him. (Piss off that’s a pathetic reason.) You still don’t listen, so he locks you inside I’m guessing the equipment room for you to calm yourself down, leaving you for the entire night. 

Next day, you drag him to the Kami6 room to have a small chat with him. You claim that you were completely okay with what happened the day before and that you believe he’s actually a nice guy. You say that he’s just a hurt little boy and he gets ticked off. He attempts to hurt you by sexually harassing you until his mini session was interrupted by a phone call. The police called him to tell him that his house got burnt down and that his grandfather, who’s living with him got stabbed by the culprits and is currently in the hospital. He’s all sad because he’s lonely and doesn’t want to go see his grandfather because it’s probably too late for him. You urge him to go and poor boy screams like a baby and you give him a good slap. (CLAPPING MY HANDS YAS GIRL.) You call him weak and lonely because of what happened to his mother. He gets pissed off and said that you don’t know how it feels to be thrown away, even though you got thrown away by him. You leave the room angrily, and he comments that EVEN YOU THREW HIM AWAY. (BROTHERRRRRRRR WHAT THE FUCK YOU TOLD HER TO GET LOST.) After thinking alone about his situation, he runs to the hospital to go see his grandfather. 

His grandfather survived, and all he has in his mind is the words you said to him, you calling him a weak person, thinking that only you said those things to him. He has been trying to apologise to you but you keep avoiding him, even admits how he’s pathetic for asking you leave him alone and once you do, he gets scared. (Yeah boy take that you piece of shit.)

He finally manages to catch you one day, and he became so pathetic, saying shit like “but you used to love me, you said you did, how can you throw me away like this? Give me a break…” You tackle by saying something around the corner of him asking you to leave him alone first but he’s all like oh I want you to help me with cleaning up my house because I’m bad at it. (BROTHER WHAT THE FUCK AT LEAST THINK OF A BETTER EXCUSE COME ON.) Saying that it has to be you, how he would pay you for cleaning his house and your broke ass agreed. He leaves you with his address and you ran away from him. You’re the on giving the cold shoulder now.

D-day comes, and when you come, he sounds sooo happy (sounds like a dog.) and then he brings you in and asks you to split the rubbish for him. You start your work while he works on another room. He invites you for a break where you refused and he’s all like are you still bothered about what I did to you BECAUSE I WILL APOLOGISE TO YOU FOR IT SO PLEASE. (How about a no you trash.) He tries to pull you with him but you reject him, making him all sad but nope it was because you wanted to show him something. Turns out, his grandfather was keeping the ballet shoes he used to wear when he was younger. He saw ballet as a way to see his mother when he was younger because only during his ballet lessons would his mother go and visit him. She wouldn’t praise him or anything, but just seeing her watching him made me happy. He wants to throw away the shoes now because it would only remind him of his mother and he doesn’t want to. When he leaves the room, you casually took out the shoes from the rubbish bag. 

While you two were having a break, he was just talking about how weak he was because of his mother and he played with girls to try to fill up that empty space in him, how he’s scared to have someone important to him because he doesn’t want to get thrown away by them bla bla bla. Hugs you, tells you that he wants to be with you, how he will not lie to you again, how he doesn’t want other guys to take you, but you don’t believe his words because he has lied to you so many times. He’s so desperate he’s like I’ll do anything to get your approval AND YOU TAKE OUT THE BALLET SHOES, ASKING HIM TO DO IT AGAIN. (God dammit this heroine is hella clever?!) He didn’t like it at first, but later on he’s like okay I’ll do it. He tells you to wait for him because once the time comes (after he has become a better man for you), he would confess to you again.

You help him throughout his journey of getting back to ballet and now ballet is a fun thing to him, he doesn’t relate it to his mother anymore. 

One fine day, You visit him at his ballet lesson as usual and he brings you to the spot where you two first met, the time when he confessed to you with no emotions at all. He now officially confesses to you and you accept his confession. He hugs you, says how happy he is because he finally got what he wanted for so long, he kisses you and the drama ends. The next few secret tracks are just fluffy scenes of what happens after he confesses and how you two are as a couple.

My Thoughts: Gosh this is a loooong review. 

Due to the fact that this was a 2 disc drama CD, there’s 2 hours worth of content and I tried cutting it down as much as I could already.

Alright, back to my thought. I genuinely liked this CD a lot, especially the part when he was trying to get back the heroine’s heart. A lot of the scenes then my heart squeezed so hard my chest was feeling all funny and I really like it when it happens when I’m listening to a CD because it just means that I can really feel the feelings they went through hoho. The pacing was not bad, hirarin the god of drama CDs of course doing a very good job at displaying Roux’s feelings, it really got to me THUMBS UP.

Would I Recommend?: 10/10 

Yes, I really would recommend this CD because I just find it genuinely interesting. Once you enter the second disk aka after heroine gets dumped, it’s just non-stop good quality story plot of the heroine’s fight. You also get to know more about Roux in this disc which adds on to the goodness. 

I did mention earlier that this was similar to Nia’s CD because of the front part where they cleverly lied to the girl and cheated her feelings. Nia’s one is obviously more screwed up than this so this would be more tamed for the weak hearts out there! Also throughout the front part, there were already hints of him just playing around with you so you won’t be as shook as Nia’s CD TRUST ME.

~Kimi~