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suzukiblu · 1 month ago

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WIP excerpt for ZepysGirl behind the cut; “the wet nurse omegaverse”. ( FYI this last scenebit was supposed to be the end of the first chapter of the first installment in this series. totally unrelatedly, I have now realized this chapter is over thirty thousand words long. so, uhhhhh, we'll see how that edits up later, I guess, hahaha. ) (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Arguably correct, but our candidate isn’t especially concerned with pack manners,” Bruce replies in the largest understatement he’s made since the last time he and Alfred attempted to express some semblance of actual sincere emotion at each other. “He also barely even acknowledged either of their existences while downright doting on Chris and Jon.”

“Alright, that’s a better sign,” Dick allows. “But we’re still gonna keep looking for Aunt Diana at least until this omega is confirmed as a definitely workable candidate.”

“Understood,” Bruce says, since there is still a chance Lor might not digest Carl’s milk well or just won’t get enough nutrients from it to thrive long-term without an actually established pack bond in place, as opposed to just the instinctive feral version.

“We’ll report in again in eighteen hours if we don’t find her sooner,” Dick says. “Going off-grid now. According to Constantine, anyway.”

“Understood,” Bruce repeats. That is the least reassuring thing Dick could’ve possibly said, especially after the “favor” mention, but he’s not optimistic enough to think he can convince Dick not to do whatever he’s already in the middle of doing in the four seconds he has before Dick inevitably cuts the line.

“Great!” Dick says brightly. “Call Jason, goddammit, you know damn well it has to be you.” And then he cuts the line, unsurprisingly.

Bruce . . . exhales. Puts his phone back to sleep and tucks it away.

“Well, you could,” Lois says, also unsurprisingly.

“Hn,” Bruce says. It would have to be him to call for a request like this, yes. Technically Alfred could too, as the pack’s head beta, but . . .

Well, in these circumstances, he doesn’t actually know when it would’ve hit the point of Alfred going over his head to contact Jason. For one thing, it’d be very obvious to Jason that Alfred had gone over his head, which Bruce can’t imagine making him any more inclined to come back.

And either way, Jason would still need to reestablish an actual active pack bond with him again to count as close enough to “pack” for his milk to really benefit Lor any more than Carl’s should already be capable of doing, which . . . well, given the fact that Clark won’t even forgive himself for perceived failures, Bruce can’t see how to justify forgiving himself for actual ones, much less to that degree.

And wouldn’t let himself, even if he could.

Though even if Jason didn’t agree to reestablishing their pack bond, Clark would still mind him nursing Lor less, Bruce knows. Jason would count as close enough just for being the pup of a packmate, bonded or not; even a grown pup that Clark's never known particularly well. That would be infinitely easier for Clark’s omega to accept, compared to hiring a total stranger.

But only asking Jason to come back to the pack for something like this . . . only asking Jason to come home for something like this . . .

That isn’t something Bruce could expect Jason’s omega to accept.

Of course it’s not.

“Thank you for this,” Clark says, which has come up a few dozen times already. Bruce doesn’t bother pointing that out this time, given that he’s already done it a few dozen times and Clark obviously still has the eidetic memory either way. “We just–it didn’t feel safe, handling this problem in Metropolis.”

“That would be because it wasn’t,” Bruce says. If nothing else, Clark’s anxiety while they brought unfamiliar omegas into his territory would really not be helpful for anyone, mostly because no one wants Superman that anxious in the event an apocalypse happens.

Maybe if they want a sixty/forty chance of that apocalypse being dealt with very quickly and very brutally, but those aren’t ideal odds or the kind of thing Clark actually wants to do outside of absolute necessity.

“Well, let’s be fair, how much safer is Gotham?” Lois asks wryly, the corner of her mouth ticking up in amusement as she sets a hand on her hip. “Percentage-wise and all, you know.”

“That depends on the scale of destruction you’re trying to avoid,” Bruce replies, since Gotham is very frequently a place of smaller, more personal tragedies and Metropolis is very frequently the center of massive alien invasions, and those are obviously very different things. Not that no one ever wants to burn down Gotham and not that Metropolis never has innocent people get caught up in petty little acts of meaningless violence, but just statistically-speaking. Although–“But we’re in Bristol right now, so that’s not really relevant anyway.”

“Oh, the man thinks he’s funny,” Lois snorts, her amused smirk widening.

“Can’t imagine why you’d get that impression, Mrs. Lane-Kent,” Bruce lies mildly. Lois laughs, and Clark looks a little amused despite himself, so good. Hopefully that broke a little bit of tension there, or at least took the edge off.

That’s something he’s going to have to be worrying about, he knows. Obviously Clark isn’t going to be deliberately starting anything with a kid in Carl’s situation, but it’s not unlikely Carl’s total lack of pack manners might ruffle some feathers or lead to some miscommunication or unnecessary feelings of being challenged or–well, there’s plenty of ways that could go wrong.

Everything he knows about human–and human-socialized–psychology aside, Bruce is just . . . very much not prepared for this, he already knows. Which is its own problem, frankly, but one he’s just going to have to deal with once he’s gotten some decent sleep under his utility belt.

“I think I actually am going to go review that contract before dinner, given we’ve got the time,” Bruce says, mostly to get away and give them both a few moments together. It’s a natural enough escape, and Dick’s call already broke up the conversation a bit anyway. Besides, better to be thorough; make sure they didn’t miss anything in there while they were distracted by sleep deprivation and stress and unfamiliar omegas nursing their pups when they could.

Not all of those things are applicable to both of them, obviously, but the point stands.

Anyway, he wants to start running a background check on Carl as soon as possible, and maybe also run his fingerprints and DNA just in case. Which–alright, DNA is admittedly a little much even for him, when again, they specifically went and found this kid, but, well, if the prints don’t turn anything up or there are any red flags in his paperwork . . .

Possibly Clark would not appreciate that, but that’s only if he finds out about it.

Honestly, if anything he should take a nap before dinner, but he at least wants to get the background checks going–on Carl, yes, but especially on the Waterton Agency and every single person working for it from top and bottom. He clearly didn’t go in-depth enough the first time, and clearly needed to be approaching said checks more proactively. And aggressively.

He’s not going to pretend that he wouldn’t have had them come for the consultation either way once the agency had told him that it had a potentially suitable candidate for Lor’s needs, because given the situation he absolutely would have, but he’d at least have preferred to be forewarned before he was standing in his own damn parlor with a beta who was offering to get an oblivious omega who only might be a legal adult mated to a convenient stranger in case either he or Lois decided to take advantage of an employee who was at best half their ages, dammit.

He definitely would’ve preferred to be forewarned about that, actually. Just–very definitely. His cortisol levels were already high enough as it was.

Bruce very badly needs to sleep tonight. At least six hours uninterrupted, barring acts of either God, gods, or Gotham.

“Need another pair of eyes on that?” Clark asks. Bruce wonders how the most emotionally healthy person in this conversation is missing the fact that he's trying to leave him alone with his husband so she can help him with said emotional health like he clearly needs.

Then again, Clark might just be trying to avoid that particular conversation for as long as possible.

“Maybe one or two,” Bruce says, since he does understand why Clark might not be ready to have that conversation yet, but also isn’t letting the self-loathing idiot escape Lois’s sphere of influence that easily. Not that Lois really needs his permission to insert herself in a situation no matter whose den they’re currently in, but he might as well give her the clear in.

“Er–” Clark starts, and Lois gives them both a speculative, assessing look and then says, “Yeah, we can do that, can’t we, honey.”

“We left the paperwork in my office. Plenty of room for three,” Bruce says, then gestures politely towards the hall. “Though I’m going to need to make a quick stop on the way, so why don’t you two just meet me there?”

“No problem,” Lois says. Clark . . . sighs, then smiles a little wryly. A little sadly, too, but that’s likely unavoidable right now.

“You’re both merciless,” he says.

“No idea what you’re talking about, honey,” Lois says, offering him her arm with her usual sly smile. There’s a bit more compassion behind the expression than she’d need for a different conversation, but that’s just as unavoidable as Clark’s smile being a little sad is right now. Bruce doesn’t actually know if they’re even going to talk–that’s up to Clark, more than anyone else–but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to do his damnedest to give them at least a moment before Clark feels like he has to go back to pretending nothing’s wrong.

“Won’t be a moment,” Bruce lies easily, and then heads off to do just that.

They’re in his territory, after all, and on top of that they’re both pack to him. He’s going to give them every damn thing he can provide, whether it’s something as simple as a moment alone to breathe or as necessary as the room to have a difficult conversation or as painful as a stranger to do something they just can’t.

Whether that stranger is actually someone who should even be here at all, or is someone who might need just as much help himself. Might be a victim, or unsafe, or just alone and unprotected.

Carl is an employee, obviously, and not one who means anything like the Lane-Kent pack does to the Wayne pack, but as long as he’s in Bruce’s territory too . . . well, Bruce can multitask a little, if it comes to it. Especially if potentially helping a stray omega who might be in a questionable situation will definitely help keep Clark’s new pup from starving to death right in front of them.

Multitasking, again.

So whoever Carl Krummett is and whatever happened to him and wherever he came from, they’re not getting him back anytime soon.

Not as long as Bruce has anything to say about it, anyway.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 months ago

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Chapter 15. Red Catchfly

Summary: He guides you in and closes the door behind him, locking it before turning to you, a smile so disarming you wish you could just make your clothes disappear at once. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 2,800 Warnings: SMUT +18 (fingering) I warned you this would come and it's only a bit of the chapter so I'll mark it with a fancy divider Listen to: 'Heaven' -by Niall Horan A/N: I'm sick again besties but we got NEW BENOPHIE CONTENT LET'S GO -Danny

"Am I being desperate?"

"Ah, well, if you are none can say, and I mean that literally," Marie smirks. "No one dares to insult a princess, and the one man that would is currently at your feet."

You blush, but make a face hoping it passes as vexation. "It's not like we'll be left alone, anyway. He's invited me to his mother's house, not his bachelor lodgings, so I can expect the whole unmarried lot to be present. That includes Hyacinth, so you shall be pleased."

"I am," Marie hums. "And you mentioned a younger brother and two sisters our age?"

"Gregory, Eloise, and Francesca," you nod, looking at the window while trying to keep your anxiety in check.

"Splendid. You know, I didn't believe I'd ever say this, but I miss Rowan and Richard."

"Yes," you at her, a sting of affection poking at your heart. "It's weird, not hearing their loud discussions at breakfast, isn't it?"

Your sister chuckles in agreement, gripping the handle as the carriage stops in front of the Bridgerton house. You make your way out smoothly, so hesitant that your movements are slow enough to keep you from tripping or crashing anything.

"This way, Your Royal Highness," says a footman, guiding you inside. "The family is currently in their main tea room."

You and your sister follow, arms locked together more for your benefit than Marie's, and as a pair, you enter the quaint and lively room. It's a soothing variety of blues and whites, with enough room to fit around twenty people comfortably if needed.

"Princess Y/N," Violet Bridgerton stands, followed by the people around her.

Eloise smiles awkwardly, not entirely happy to have royalty sharing her sanctuary. In front of the two women, there's young Gregory, puffing out his chest and trying to look as tall as sturdy as possible, Benedict, looking at you with a tiny wicked grin that tells you he's got something in mind, and Hyacinth, smiling from ear to ear at the pair of young princesses.

Movement catches your eye and your gaze follows, finding Francesca and her intended, John, seated at the opposite end of the room, with Colin Bridgerton in the middle of the tea room, holding a plate of refreshments and smiling though not as genuinely as the first day you met him, probably still concerned about the well-being of his wife-to-be.

You and Marie curtsy, then Colin guides you to the seats, one next to Hyacinth, the other next to Eloise. "I hope we're not interrupting?"

"Oh, you are," Colin grins. "And perhaps you could help on this dispute. You see, Benedict is at war with our two youngest siblings over who gets the last chocolate macaron."

"Hyacinth already had some this morning," Benedict argues. "And Gregory would eat anything as long as there's sugar sprinkled on top—"

"Not true!" The boy exclaims.

"And I," Benedict raises his voice, looking at Gregory with eyes full of mirth. "Have not had a single bite of the chocolate ones since we got the box. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Marie and you share a look, your sister already enjoying herself with the uncommon yet mundane disagreement. You realize this is why you like the Bridgertons so much, they remind you of your family.

You ponder. "Maybe Gregory should have it, as he is the youngest and he hasn't tried it?"

Benedict gapes as Gregory's sneaky hand shoots forward and snatches the sweet, and only then you realize he's got about five other macarons piled on his left hand. "You have six in line and you picked those yourself, give it back!" Benedict bickers.

The sitting area is so loud you don't hear the lovebirds at the back whispering to each other and trying to get the group's attention until Francesca stands and raises her voice. "Family!"

They all stop and turn to her like a group of meerkats, silent and attentive. Francesca stops in front of them, twirling a lock of hair anxiously around her fingers and grinning anxiously. "Thank you," she glances over her shoulder at the quiet man patiently coming her way. "John has a small announcement to make in our behalf."

"Very small, indeed," he says, half of his body turned to the side almost as if shielding from the curious stares. "Uhm... we are to marry."

You and your sister freeze as the family moves in unison, laughing, cheering, and wrapping the young couple in congratulations. Your sister mouths to you 'Were we supposed to witness that?' and you shrug, just as pleasantly surprised as the rest of the family.

Benedict turns to you as he goes, gesturing invitingly so you two join the celebration. Both of you stand but stay back a respectful distance, unsure of how to proceed. You wait as the family hugs and kisses the couple, and it is not lost on you how Benedict gives away the last chocolate macaron to John, something that, for some reason, gives you butterflies.

"You shall be the most beautiful bride," Hyacinth beams. "Well, equal to Daphne. And Kate. And Penelope."

"I'm so pleased, you make a beautiful pair," Violet says approvingly.

Benedict, who has found his way to your side without you noticing, playfully nudges you forward with enough force that you stumble, catching everyone's attention. Blushing, you smile and clear your throat, reaching to bring your sister closer.

"Well, I'm not sure we were meant to witness such a tender and private moment, but we're very happy to have done so," you hold Francesca's hand gently and pat it, then nod courteously at John. "Congratulations, and I shall of course send a gift of your liking as soon as possible."

"Thank you," says Francesca bashfully, and John merely nods back, though he's glowing as much as she is. Then, almost on impulse, the girl continues. "Though actually, Your Royal Highness, perhaps there is something better than a gift that you could give us—"

"I would like a moment in private," Violet speaks, her tone kind yet firm enough, "with you two, to make a few arrangements?"

Francesca and John share a look but agree nonetheless, sensing it's better not to push their luck. Colin then takes his food and excuses himself, claiming he needs to write a few letters. Eloise follows, stating the wish to make a few house visits to friends, and then Gregory and Hyacinth quickly get a hold of Marie and Y/N, both talking over one another about chess, card games, and garden activities.

Benedict doesn't object to following them, which is suspicious, and tails the youthful group out of the tea room. He leans closer to you as you reach the hallway. "Mother's been itching to get some ounce of control over Francesca's courting ever since it started—better for them to have it out than on their wedding day."

"What for?" You ask with the same air of secrecy.

"Well, she's got this notion that there must be an overwhelming, uncontrollable fire in a couple for it to work. But in all fairness, Francesca has always been a quiet, gentle soul. I'm not at all surprised that John loves her in the same fashion, he seems to fancy the silence as much as my sister, and if that gives them happiness..." he shrugs as an end to his statement.

"Do you approve of it?"

Benedict wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Approve? Perhaps if I were Anthony, I'd have something to say, but Francesca said yes all on her own, so that must mean she is fond of John, even the most introverted Bridgerton would never agree to unpleasant eternity."

As you reach the garden Marie and the children hurl out directly to the table where cards are waiting to be put to use, but you never get to play, for it's then that Benedict finds his window of opportunity and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back from the door and playfully urging you further down the hall to your left, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one has seen you sneak out of sight.

You muffle your giggles as he nudges you up the service stairs two floors up, luckily not running into any of the staff he then breaks into a light jog as he lures you down the hall hand in hand, grinning as he reaches the room he was looking for. He guides you in and closes the door behind him, locking it before turning to you, a smile so disarming you wish you could just make your clothes disappear at once.

"For what it's worth, I didn't know my sister was planning to announce her engagement today—I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable..."

"Uncomfortable? Oh, it was very sweet," you say as he puts his arms back around your waist. "Your family makes me homesick for my own."

"Your sister is just downstairs," he leans in to place sweet, tender kisses down your neck.

"I have two other brothers," you argue softly, tilting your head back for him, "and a mother and a father, whom I love with all my heart."

He groans, nuzzling the soft skin under your ear. "Let's not talk about parents while I'm trying to seduce you, please? We're meant to be celebrating."

"Celebrating?"

"My sister's happiness, of course," his hand wanders to your bottom as he moves you backwards to a desk.

You stifle a laugh. "I'm fairly certain this isn't how you celebrate another person's engagement. You buy them a present, take the groom for a drink, if you're a man..."

"Ah, well, wedding announcements make me fanciful..." he flashes a crooked grin, sitting you on the flat wooden surface. "And you are the perfect remedy for those pesky butterflies..."

As you take a seat on the edge of the desk, you take a quick glance around the room. "Was this your childhood room?"

"Mhmm..." his bare hand sneaks under your skirts and travels up, never once losing contact with your skin. "The very moment you walked into the tea room, I lost all interest in the chocolate macaron and yearned for nothing more than to bring you here and get a taste of your sweet, tender flesh..."

His hand reaches your inner thigh, turning his palm up as his knuckles caress the union between your leg and hip. You make a light sound approvingly, moving closer to his touch. "Now that's what every lady wants to hear..."

"Can you guess what I want to hear now?" He whispers against your ear, hand diving between your legs without hesitation.

The quietest of moans slips past your lips as his fingers spread your folds apart, exploring the hot, sensitive area in gentle movements. Benedict makes a throaty noise as he sinks his fingers further down.

"I tried so hard not to think about doing this to you..." he admits in a deep voice. "Countless times... But it's even harder not to bury my fingers in you all at once, just to feel you tighten in protest..."

You moan softly again, holding the back of his head with a shaky grip. "Benedict..."

"I should've asked before starting," he chuckles breathily, looking into your eyes. "I apologize, I was in a hurry, but now that we're here, I want to know..." he kisses your cheek, "how should I call you?"

You frown, not understanding his question. "What do you mean?"

"Shall I call you Princess and Royal Highness while you make a mess on my hand?" He inquires huskily. "Or do you want me to call you Y/N? Darling? My pet..?" He smirks. "Or does being called critter do it for you?"

You chuckle lowly at his teasing, legs curling at his slow caresses. "Call me whatever pleases you..."

"I quite like to call you a critter," he insists with a mocking tone, trying to push your buttons.

"Only if I can call you pup."

He cackles so involuntarily he shuts himself up, lips tightly closed as he glances down at you with feigned annoyance. He then slides a single finger into you in retaliation, curling it and making you gasp.

"Not critter, then," he ponders as if he's not turning your bones into jelly at this very moment. "How about something sweet, like Petal, or—"

"My name," you plea needily as he continues to pleasure you in lazy strokes.

He smiles. "See? It isn't that hard to speak your mind out loud, is it?"

You scoff. "Was that what you did a few minutes ago when you pushed me to speak in front of your whole family?"

"That wasn't my whole family, critter. You're lucky they weren't all there, would've been harder to make yourself be heard," he replies ironically.

Benedict sees you ready to argue and pushes a second finger into you, speeding up the tempo. You arch slightly and he holds your hip in place with his free hand so you don't fall off. "That's better," he mutters, pressing a hot kiss to your neck.

You let out a breathy laugh that soon turns into a moan, pulling him into a proper kiss, not even angry that this is how he's decided to end your debates now.

You are saying goodbye to the youngest Bridgertons and Benedict when Violent comes up and surprises you by asking for a word in private. You panic, thinking that she heard you and Benedict inside his room, and so you agree and soberly follow her out of hearing distance, wondering if you're about to be called a litany of motherly insults for staining her beloved son's reputation.

It's nothing of the sort when she finally begins talking, an anxious tremble in her voice. "This is rather embarrassing, Your Royal Highness, but you've been so kind and generous to my family, that I wonder if I could push your considerations an extra inch."

You smile, secretly relieved that she has no clue of what just happened under her roof, then get a wave of guilt as you realize how devious it was to have done such a thing under her roof. All the more reason to give her whatever she asks for. "Of course, anything you need."

She clasps your hand in hers, flushed and agitated. "Well, you see, my dear Francesca is in a hurry to start her married life—which is lovely, of course, nothing makes me happier than to see my daughters looking forward to their unions, but as you may know, or not, depending on how much you've heard, well..."

"John Stirling wasn't approved beforehand by your Queen," you state knowingly. "Yes, she told me."

This only worsens the mother's apprehension. "Oh, she'll exile my child, won't she? She'll think my family most ungrateful."

You can't help the laughter that erupts from you, and rather boldly you wrap your arms around the woman, looking to soothe her in the current state that she's in. "I don't think anyone in their right mind could ever hate you Bridgertons, the personifications of sunshine."

Violet blushes even more, though she does seem tranquillized by your light-hearted opinion. "I'm deeply flattered, Your Highness..."

"What do you need, then? For me to put in a good word for John?"

"No, the Queen isn't sentimental, the man could be a saint and she still would deem him lacking," the woman sighs. "But she's a good ruler, and as such, we want her approval."

"What do you need from me?" You insist pleasantly.

"I would like to speak to her on behalf of my daughter and her suitor. I only ask for a minute of her time."

"And I shall ensure you have it," you pat her hand lovingly. "I'll be there myself if that soothes you, making sure she listens."

Violent sighs, an invisible weight lifting from her shoulders. "Thank you, Princess Y/N."

"I like those lovebirds, I think they fit," you approve, "if it were in Genovia's hands, they'd be married by tomorrow."

The woman appears disturbed by the idea and you chuckle, though this time you keep your thoughts to yourself. Even the best ones here are still British at the core.

You curtsy and return to your sister, but Benedict, who's been anxiously watching the interaction, wants to know at once what transpired between the two of you. You pat his gloved hand and he walks you to your carriage.

"She requires a moment in private with your Queen, to defend the lovebird from her scorn."

"And she asked you for help?" He asks in disbelief.

You scoff. "Believe it or not, your Queen likes me. Your mother thinks I might be able to talk some sense into her."

"You?" He snorts. "Talk sense into people?"

You elbow him. "And just so you know," you lower your voice, "I'm not doing that here ever again. It was terrible of me to disrespect your mother's hospitality like that."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Benedict feigns innocence. "I was only showing you my old paintings, that I keep in my childhood bedroom."

You glance at him sideways. "Yes, well, if you have any more paintings to show me, you better do it at your own lodgings."

He kisses your gloved hand before helping you into your carriage. "Your wish is my command, Princess."

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chelnciel · 4 months ago

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About ch 25

Ladies and gentlemen, our delicious black-haired uke is here.

I can’t believe it, I’ve been waiting for this moment for years! He looks so handsome! He’s so handsome!! Every chapter that passes leaves me thinking that it was inevitable for Kagi to fall in love… He’s the whole package: handsome, kind, intelligent, dedicated and caring and even funny (in his own way).

I got a good laugh out of him dyeing his hair in the dorm bathroom, he takes zero care with his hair! I just hope that when he’s an adult, he’ll be more aware of and pay a stylist. But what I liked most about that scene is how everyday and natural it is for a teenager to dye his hair without much care with a home hair dye kit (I also used those in my student years), so how everyday life is portrayed I loved it.

Now, I LOVE Kagi’s shocked face seeing that his stunning and shiny Hirano has black hair! The shock on his face is undeniable, and Hirano's pissed off face is epic. Did he expect him to take it so easy if he's never seen him like this before? Although I think he likes him more with blonde hair (even though there are some sparkles around anyway) he's still our his handsome bad boy.

But he quickly shakes off the shock because Kagi is so hungry for Hirano!

He can't help but look at Hirano's neck and completely forget his initial stupefaction, and I think we'll have a lot more scenes like this from now on, because Kagi is reaching his limit. I think he doesn't just want to tell him (and shout from the rooftops) that he loves his roommate, but he wants to express it in the broadest sense of the word.

Kagi knowing what Hirano smells like... We had already seen that he likes the smell of his bed, but he shamelessly tells him that he doesn't have the same smell as usual, that boy is so in love! And the worst thing is that Hirano doesn't even move an eyebrow at his comments.

Because Hirano really doesn't get it.

And that hurts me (and Kagi as well)

Because Kagi is more and more in love, more and more immersed in that seemingly unrequited love, and every touch he gives to our favorite blond only drives him more desperate, since he simply can't touch him the way he wants because Hirano doesn't know what he himself wants.

And maybe Hirano can't respond to Kagi, not because he doesn't want to, but because he really can't, and that would be okay, since he must first understand what romance is for him, and also learn about his own sexuality in order to reciprocate Kagi's love. So there's a long way to go since he's just now seeing that "normal" isn't obvious to him.

Normal.

The fact that in this chapter we begin to think about what is normal makes me think that this story is definitely far from the naive story of ssmy (which dealt with it superficially). Among the negative approach that others characters have towards homosexuality (Hanzawa being the main detractor here) that is much more evident in HRKG and this somewhat aroace facet of Hirano, I think it is possible that we see a more complex development since there are two very important factors that make the consolidation of the relationship more difficult. Special mention that Hirano was looking for the definition of normal, and not that of romance or another that could guide him, without taking into account that he is with a kind of study computer (or something like that, it is too small to even be a netbook*) and he doesn't even Google it! That's why the answers are so brief and linked to the academic. Poor boy, there is a long way to go.

I had already thought about this, but I think he urgently needs to take one of those magazine tests where you mark the alternatives and have a result as “you are in love”! **. Well, I think Hirano urgently needs a guide or someone to consult with. And maybe now that he knows that Sasaki is not exactly in the same situation as him, and that he does want to kiss his crush, he can go ask him and clear up his, now, black-haired head.

And while again we don't see his reaction to Kagi almost kissing him (that panel is tattooed in my eyes), now I firmly believe that he didn't really realize that he was going to be kissed. Because if he's just now thinking about it, and only when he heard his classmates talking about it did he think about kissing Kagi, we have two important points:

1- Hirano hasn't really thought about romance or what a romantic relationship means to him.

2- If he hasn't thought about or understands that kind of interaction, then he must not have realized that he was almost kissed.

It's just that if Kagi doesn't tell him, he doesn't realize it. Just like when he touched his hair, if he doesn't tell him to his face, he doesn't understand the intentions and now it leaves me thinking: does he really understand what it means to do this lovers experiment?

Because only when talking to his classmates has he thought that he's going to have to flirt, that he's going to kiss, and then at some point he'll have to think about what else a love relationship entails (and God knows what else is Kagi waiting for to happen between them).

But he never made the connection of why Ogasawara was looking under his girlfriend's pillow even when his other classmates pointed out (indirectly) why he might have been under her sheets. So he's never really thought about the subject? So, it's not just that he has to figure out his feelings for his friend anymore, he also has to discover his own sexuality, and I think this is super complex since suddenly, he finds himself in the middle of a confession, an experiment he doesn't understand and a sexual awakening he never came close to in all his years. At most he saw the magazines and CDs passed around the classroom and the disciplinary committee, but then he never cared to look at them. He really is learning from scratch, and in a very short time.

A chapter that was very short for me and that I think sets the stage for Hirano's arc of self-knowledge, both about himself and about what he feels for Kagi, but not necessarily leading to an immediate confession (I just hope it's in Kagi's favor, and not leading to a no for an answer).

And I don't want sensei to give us a hasty confession because there is so much to tell that I would find it a waste if in two chapters Hirano understood everything and confessed (there is still room for more delicious angst).

But this ch left me with a bittersweet taste… I really thought there was progress (in romance), but I feel like it's a confirmation that Hirano doesn't really understand anything. Still, it makes me sad because it is difficult not to understand what is “normal”, to have those questions and not knowing how to deal with them, but this chapter gave me the feeling that there is still a long long way to go before we can see them together. This is something that I already feared after seeing some of the extras in ssmy and other illustrations, that they are not going to be together that fast, although I still have hope that they will be able to be a couple before Hirano leaves the dorm.

Just one more idea: Hirano thinking about kissing Kagi in his bed, this is straight out of a fanfic! (And we already know how it would end).

#Sorry his is really long (again) I had to shorten it to make it a somewhat easier to read #And I hope it's still intelligible #Because I got tired halfway through the translation #so I hope you can forgive the mistakes #*Netbook for the younger generation was a type of personal computer that was very small between 10 and 12 inches and without much capacity.#**It reminds me a bit of OHSHC where Haruhi is given a magazine with a test and only then can she realize that she is in love with Tamaki.#hiranoamaakagiura #hiranoloveskagiura #hirano and kagiura #hirano to kagiura #hirano y kagiura #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #hirakagi #kagihira #HRKG #KGHR

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we-stan-cale · 11 months ago

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I was thinking a bit about character development.

Like, Cale, Choi Han, and Alberu have a beautiful friendship - and it grew over the course of the entire story.

I'm probably going to talk about later parts of the story, so Imma put the rest behind a divider so you can avoid spoilers

In the beginning, Choi Han was loyal to Cale but .. it was kind of shallow.

Choi Han didn't understand why they had to wear those shitty Arm robes, was shocked when Cale created his alibi by drinking, and so on and so forth.

He followed Cale, but he didn't really know Cale that well yet and that was clear.

Oh, and it was much more of a hierarchical relationship. Cale as his legs, Choi Han as Cale's knight.

This slowly began to change, though I think there were a couple of key turning points.

Cale almost dying after the Battle of the Gorge was one of them.

I think that's when Choi Han truly realized he couldn't trust Cale when it came to his health. Not that he hadn't seen signs before, but Cale always brushed things off and I think this was when Choi Han realized that no, it's really not okay, no matter what Cale says.

After that, we see Choi Han start asking more questions...

And Cale (with a clear flashback to his time as a team leader, where his people desperately wanted to help more) actually answered them.

The relationship started to shift, and become less liege and knight, and more colleagues. (This, btw, came from both of them. Choi Han asking more, and Cale telling more. Somewhat. A little bit.)

They definitely grow closer in other ways - Choi Han telling them about his long life after they found the Dragon Village, for example. (Though Cale already knew it, so you also see just how much Cale is still keeping his secrets).

And then...

We get Choi Han receiving Choi Jung Soo's memories.

That causes the biggest shift yet.

Now they aren't just liege and knight.

Now we have Cale thinking of Choi Han as his best friend's elder (even if Choi Han doesn't feel a need for that).

Also, Choi Han now knows. Not just that Cale is a transmigrator, not just about his life as Kim Rok Soo, not just about the cataclysm (and what happened to the Choi family).

He also knows about the tragedy that has pretty much defined Cale. He may not know about the aftermath, or Cale's time as team leader, but he knows that Cale was devastated after losing everyone.

We also see Choi Han (who got Syrem's ancient powers and now knows what it's like to use them) insist that Cale shouldn't absorb the Blood-drenched Rock power, a potential standoff that ended when Cale found another way and used Embrace instead.

They are no longer liege and obedient knight.

And then came the sealed god's test, where Choi Han gave up quite a lot of his potential lifespan, just to join Cale in one of the worst times of Cale's life.

And he was happy for it.

We see Cale truly overcome with emotion. The trust and friendship between the two of them is just beautiful.

And I truly meant to talk about Alberu as well (him joining them also adding to this) but I only realized when writing this just how much I had to say about Cale and Choi Han, so maybe I'll do that another time.

Anyways.

That still wasn't everything. Because we also had the indignity test...

And while I think the author didn't fully finish everything Choi Han saw because it'll probably come up in part 2 (it hasn't yet, but I think I see the author building up to something. Because so far they've all been too busy to really address a few things, plus apparently there's dragons dealing with time? Anyways, I suspect we'll get more on Cale's childhood, and what Choi Han knows, and some other things, but we'll see. It took almost 300 chapters in part 1 before we got all the amazing scenes with Cale and Choi Han and the sealed god's test and instant so I'm willing to let the author build things up again.)

Oh, sorry. What was I saying? Right.

Even though we don't have the full story, we know that Choi Han knows.

And in one of the side stories, he says this:

He didn’t know at first, but that person’s days of rest that Choi Han saw was more of a period of recovery than days of rest. Of course, the person himself thought that he was playing around, but it did not seem like that to Choi Han at all. That was why his people, who at some point realized the meaning of this rest day, tried their best not to bother his recovery.

And again, in the same side story but referring to a moment later in part 1

Cale was mumbling. “Haaaa. It’d be great to be a slacker.” Choi Han knew the meaning of those words. ‘I want to rest. I need to heal.’ That should be the meaning. However, he now knew what Cale would say after that.

And skipping the specific details, what Choi Han probably meant when he said he knew what Cale would say after that

Cale looked toward the east and calmly commented. “There are too many things to do, so I can’t rest.”

Choi Han understands Cale 1000x more than he did when they started.

And Cale understands Choi Han better, too.

Which is probably a topic for a whole other post, considering Cale initially almost seemed to put Choi Han on a pedestal as the hero and protagonist of the story.

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #choi han #tcf novel spoilers #totcf

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lev1hei1chou · 2 years ago

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Why i believe Gojo could come back

This chapter left us in a devastated state and was absolutely uncalled for, but I personally believe this isnt the end of the strongest sorcerer. There are several reasons as to why (These are just opinions, I could be wrong in certain areas AND personal feelings might make an occassional appearance.)

LEAKS:

This whole panel was obviously made for a reason. And we dont see gojo making a decision. Considering the fact that this is literally THE Gojo Satoru, he's more likely to choose north since there's numerous things left as plot holes. We'll get to that.

Here in this page, he mentions that Toji should've cut his head off to actually kill him. In the leaks, whats cut off is his upper body but not the head! I still can't quite wrap my head around RCT but lets say he's not able to heal himself. You know who can and who would? Yuta and Shoko

Now moving on

"Gojo then bids farewell to everyone." If hes truly gone then why would he be bidding farewell to the fallen comrades? If he's dead then isn't he supposed to stay in the afterlife with them?

Pretty self explanatory

What if Kashimo is going in to distract Sukuna while Shoko and Yuta can heal Gojo?

Now think about this. Gojo is gone, Shoko doesnt fight and who are all left? A bunch of sorcerers who are literally under 20, need guidance and we havent really seen any panel where they actually plan how they're going to go about in the whole battle. Gojo isnt a want, hes a NEED, a NECESSITY.

Remember, Toji who was dead long ago pretty much appeared out of nowhere in Shibuya Arc LMAO so- yes

WHAT IS THIS EVEN SUPPOSED TO MEAN

Theres no way Gojo would be left sealed for 3 whole years, brought him back just to kill him off in the most disrespectful way possible.

Besides, things that Gojo wanted to do haven't happened yet.

He wanted to tell megumi about his father

He wanted to see his students surpass the strongest sorcerer, aka him

He wanted to get rid of the higher ups

He wanted to properly mourn suguru (for which kenjaku has to be defeated but oh well)

He wanted to save Megumi

How'd we know what Gojo said here.

On to the other aspects of why killing off Gojo was a bad idea. We barely ever saw what happened to him, and an off screen death to the so called strongest sorcerer is just senseless. Gojo is a fan favourite. People started watching the show for Gojo (myself included) and there's a high possibility of multiple people dropping the manga since he isn't even there anymore.

The ending could take a turn for the worse considering the fact that Sukuna is just overpowered and Kenjaku hasn't done anything as of now. Unless there's some heavy plot armor I dont think the students even stand a chance against Sukuna and Kenjaku. Both outcomes- the students and others emerging as victors or sukuna emerging as a victor could make the ending absolutely terrible and this might as well top AOT for being the manga with the most disliked ending.

Gojo Satoru is the mentor for multiple; for Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, Yuta, Maki, Panda, Toge and the third years and its necessary for them to have someone to teach them. It is one of Satoru's wishes to see his students surpass him, which can happen only when he's there since there's nobody else who is actually capable of teaching them and leading them into the world as actual graduated sorcerers.

So Gojo dying will make the manga take a turn for the worse. Killing him off in the middle makes absolutely no sense and is just plain bad writing. People are prolly gonna kill me for this but lets admit the truth. Hyping this battle, building up tension just to finish him off screen is NOT good writing.

Anyways. There is factual proof of Gojo potentially making a return. Maybe at a cost, like him losing his power, losing his "strongest" title or anything else. He may not even be the same anymore but honestly as long as he's back, I'm fine.

It happened previously, and could happen again.

Satoru Gojo may not be the strongest and the honoured one, but may be reborn as a newer version of himself after getting humbled. Lotuses, as mentioned above symbolise rebirth, which is why i believe this is not the end.

A small bit of advice for gojo fans: Go watch haikyuu or highschool babysitters as a form of self care <3

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newkatzkafe2023 · 5 months ago

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The BALLADS OF SUN WUKONGS🐒👑

Yandere Monkey king harem x Manipulative Queen reader

Chapter 4 the Youthful indiscretions Part 1👼

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The day begins with Queen Y/n as she makes her way to the mall, you had gotten off a date with Aizen Cai one of the suitors and boi was watching paint dry more exciting then the date you had with him. The public library really man? But anyway, now it's time to blow off some steam

We stretched out and began our shopping 🛍 Meanwhile a familiar group of monkey men stalked us to the mall and saw we went inside a banana republic first. LMK Wukong, NR Wukong, Netflix Wukong, BMW Wukong, and Mk Reborn Wukong. Mk reborn was dressing up his baby son Fruity up in a tiny school boy outfit.

(BMW Wukong) Ok, I don't quite understand. Why are we using specifically Fruity to spy on y/n???🤔🤨

(MKR Wukong) Well...because Silly girl's to young😒

(NR Wukong) Li is to old😅

(Netflix Wukong) Lin can take care of herself 🙂

(Lmk Wukong) Mk would get us exposed faster then a social media platform 😓

(MKR Wukong) and we don't think HIB Wukong would appreciate us using Luier to get with a girl, so Fruity is literally our only option🙄

(BMW Wukong) ummm ok but that doesn't tell me what the plan is???🤨

(Lmk Wukong) The plan is for Fruity to pretend to be a lost child and when his crys get y/n's attention, she'll go over and tend to him and that way while she's helping him we'll get more info on her😄

(BMW Wukong) Ok, good idea and all, but why is he in a school boy outfit😑

(MKR Wukong) To up the cute factor duh🙄, Ok son here she comes just work your chi magic and remember what we practiced😊

(Fruity) Yay i won't let you down baba😙

Fruity then waddled out to the middle of the mall, then sat on the ground pretending to cry

(Fruity) Wahhh!!!!!!😭😭😭😭

Immediately, you felt your ears twitch and quickly looked over to see a tiny, adorable little fruit boy sitting and crying on the ground, and immediately you ran over to him

(Y/n) Awww what's the matter little gummy bean, are you ok???🥺

(Fruity) Wahhhh, I'm lost, wahhhh I can't find my baba 😭😭😭

You frowned at this predicament and put your paw out for Fruity to climb on, but as soon as you did, you noticed something Furry and sharp in the corner of your eye. You spot a familiar tail belonging to a certain extremely violent monkey

With a smirked as you came up with an idea of your own, you then looked down at Fruity and calmed him down, and began to speak with him

(Queen y/n) Don't worry little man, I'll take you to front desk security, maybe we'll run until your baba on the way😈😇

(Fruity)(sniffling) O-okk i-im fruity😢

(Queen y/n) Hewwo Fruity My name is y/n😇(whispering) but you can call me mama😈

Fruity nodded and calmed down Meanwhile with the monkey kings

(MKR Wukong)(whispering) Yes! She took the cute fruity bait, but she's on the move now 😏

(Lmk Wukong)(whispering) alright gang Let's get a move on then😁

Then you took off with fruity through out the mall, with the monkey kings following close behind to collect info on how to win you over, the first store we went to is Swarovski as the watched you buy something but they couldn't make out what it was

(NR Wukong) Ah Swarovski their known for selling real diamonds jewelry 💎

(BMW Wukong) Agreeded

(MKR Wukong) But what did she buy though🤨

(Lmk Wukong) Can't say, I'm using my eyes of truth but I still can't see it😠

(Netflix) We'll figure it out later. Right now, she's leaving😣

Then the monkeys followed you to Bloomingdale's to make some returns

(Netflix Wukong) Ah so she likes to Bloomingdale's?

(BMW Wukong) Yes of course

Then we went to other stores like Ulta, Hot topic, banana republic, Sephora and more. As the monkey kings continued to follow you thoughtout the mall and finally you arrived to the front desk security.

(Queen Y/n)(cooing) Ok little fruit here's the security, I hope your baba will come and find you😚

(Fruity) Ok thank you mama Bye☺️

You had waved goodbye to the little Fruity fairy and left for home, secretly smirking as you left. Afterwords, the monkey kings waited a bit as they watched you leave the mall before MKR Wukong ran over to hug Fruity.

(MKR Wukong) FRUITY! YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB BUD😄

(Fruity) Yay I did good?!😆

(MKR Wukong) You did! You did!😁

(NR Wukong) And thanks to this little guy, we have more material and info to use to get Y/n to fall in love with us🥰

(BMW Wukong) YES LET'S GO BACK TO FLOWER FRUIT MOUNTAIN TO CELEBRATE 🥳

(Lmk Wukong) we should tell HIB and the destined one, about our findings too😃

As the monkey kings left the mall excitingly as the monkey men changed and discussed the notes and observations they made, as they brainstormed ideas and plans.

(Netflix Wukong) But Wait did anybody ever found out what Y/n bought from the Swarovski store??😥

You stood on the roof of the mall looking, looking down at the cute monkey men ad the practically ran out of there

(Queen Y/n)(giggling) Aww their so cute when they think their slick😈

You smirked looking at your new crystal peach🍑😈

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😈

#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #black myth wukong #the destined one x reader #x yandere reader #yandere x yandere #35mm a musical exhibition #songfic

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canirove · 6 months ago

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The invinsible princess | Chapter 7

“Like the title of that Beyoncé song said…”

Author's note: This is one of my favourite chapters, so I hope you like it as much as I do. And to the anon who sent me the loveliest message ever the other day... I'm still thinking about it, thank you very much 😭💜

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

Masterlist

“I can't fucking feel my ass” I say while getting out of the camper van Pedri and I have rented for our road trip.

“Sofía!” he gasps. “Those aren't words for a lady like yourself!”

“Oh, I beg for your forgiveness, my lord. Please allow me to rephrase it… Blimey!” I gasp, covering my mouth like women did in old movies. “I can't feel my lower back after being sat for the past two hours!”

“Much better. Thank you, my lady” Pedri says, doing a little curtsey.

“My lord” I reply, doing the same before we both start laughing. Whoever sees us behaving like this at a petrol station, must think we are crazy. “Anyway, can you do me a favour before you start with that?” I ask him, nodding towards the van.

“Of course. What does the lady need?”

“I need to use the bathroom, but I don't want to go alone.”

“What?�� Pedri laughs.

“Yeah, I just… What if I'm doing my business and someone comes in and catches me there? I don't want to go online and see that a photo of myself sitting on the toilet has gone viral.”

After my first and so far only viral photo, the one with Charles Leclerc a few years ago, I've become a bit less invisible than what I was used to. Most people still pay more attention to my sister Leonor, but Carlos has had to stop paparazzis from taking photos of me and my aunt leaving work together more than once.

“Ok, fine” Pedri sighs. “It is a bit weird to not have Carlos around, isn't it? He usually is the one who does these things.”

“It is, yes. But it was what we wanted, so” I shrug.

“I'm sure he still is keeping an eye on us somehow” Pedri says as we walk towards the back of the petrol station, where the bathroom is. “I can see him glued to his phone, checking the van’s GPS to make sure we are following the route we shared with him” he laughs. “He may have even set some microphones and cameras inside to make sure we are alive.”

“For his own sake, I hope he hasn't.”

“Because of what he may have heard last night, for example?” he smirks.

“If you mean your snoring, then yes. But I was talking about you singing while driving.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Let's just say that becoming a singer isn't a career path you should follow once you retire from football.”

“So rude, my lady. So rude… And we've made it.”

“Aren't you going inside?”

“What?” Pedri chuckles.

“Yeah… To make sure there is no one hiding or something.”

“Sofía, this petrol station isn't like the ones you see in American movies. Here they clean their bathrooms and there isn't a guy hiding behind a door ready to kidnap you and take you to his cabin in the woods.”

“Better safe than sorry” I shrug.

“Urgh, fine” he replies, rolling his eyes and walking into the bathroom. “It's empty, you can come in.”

“Did you check it properly?”

“Yes, I did. There is no one inside, and it is quite clean. Maybe not as much as those golden toilets you have at the palace where you can see your own reflection, but they are ok.”

“Idiot” I say, giving him a little push and making him laugh. “But thank you, Pedri.”

“Anything for you, my lady” he smiles.

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“I think we'll have enough with these snacks until we… Sofía? What are you doing?”

“Have you ever used one of these?” I say, looking at the machines outside the petrol station’s shop.

“Yeah. Who hasn't?” Pedri chuckles. “Oh. Sorry. You…”

“As a kid we often saw them when we were on holidays, but my mum never allowed Leonor and I to buy anything from them. She said they were just a stupid way to waste your money on useless stuff.”

“I mean, she's not wrong. But we used to have one at the bar in Tenerife, and just seeing the kids’ faces when the ball comes out of the machine and they open it to see which surprise they've gotten makes it worth it.”

“I guess...”

“Here, take this.”

“Why are you giving me these coins?”

“They are the change I got from buying our snacks” he says, nodding towards the bag in his hand. “You can use them on the machines.”

“What?”

“You just told me that you've always wanted to give them a go, haven't you? Then do it, Sofía. You are an adult now, your mum won't scold you for doing it” he chuckles.

“I… I… Thank you, Pedri” I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him.

“That's ok” he smiles. “C'mon, let's see what they have.”

The first machine is a Pokémon one, and each ball has a different figurine inside it.

“What is that?”

“Pedri, this is Charizard!”

“I'm only familiar with Pikachu” he shrugs.

“You… seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“And then I'm the weird one.”

“You aren't weird, Sofía” he says, kissing my cheek before I put another coin on the next machine. This one has just little teddy bears made of rubber. Very ugly teddy bears. “That smile they painted on him is kind of creepy, isn't it?” Pedri says when I open the ball I got.

“A bit, yes” I laugh, moving to the next machine. This one has little racing cars, and he is definitely way more excited about it than me. “This one is for you” I say, giving him one of the coins.

“For me?”

“For you” I smile. “I know you are dying to do it and see which car you will get.”

“I actually am, yes” he smiles back.

“But wait, let me get my phone and film you. I have the feeling this is going to be the cutest thing ever.”

“Everything I do is cute, my lady” he winks before crouching down in front of the machine, looking like a kid on Christmas morning when he opens the ball and sees the car inside it. “Now it is my turn to film you” he says once he has calmed down.

“Me?”

“The last one has jewelry or something like that. And you like your jewels, my lady” he smirks.

“I do, yes” I reply, my hand instinctively moving to my necklace. To the banana charm, the S one, and the new addition: a P one he got me for my birthday last year.

“And? What is it?” Pedri asks me when I open the ball.

“I think… oh.”

“That actually is quite nice, isn't it? Let me help you put it on.”

“What?” I chuckle.

“I have to practice for when it's time for the real one” he smirks, taking the ring from my hand and putting the phone on his pocket. Because the surprise on that last ball had been a ring, one that didn't look that bad for just 1€. “There you go. Perfect.”

“Though not as perfect as you” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck once again. “Thank you very much for this, Pedri.”

“For putting a ring on your finger?”

“For everything. From checking the bathroom to see if there was a murderer lurking in the shadows, to buying me my favourite chocolate bar without me asking for it, and for letting me experience this and go home with a very cool ring. The real one is gonna have to be a really cool ring to be better than this one” I say with a teasing smile.

“It isn't gonna be an easy task, no. But I'll do my best. Because for you, my lady… For you I would do anything.”

“Aww, Pedri…” I say, trying to not start crying in the middle of a petrol station. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sofía” he says before kissing me.

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“Ok, what happened.”

“Uh?”

“Pedri, you've been dating my sister for years and you know I love you like a brother” Leonor says. “But this is the first time we are having lunch together just the two of us without Sofía.”

“Then it was time we did it, don't you think?” he shrugs, focusing on his food.

“Pedri…” Leonor sighs. “What happened? Is everything ok between you two?”

“Yeah.”

“Then?”

“Then nothing.”

“Pedro!” Leonor says, raising her voice.

“God, you just sounded like your mum when she gets mad with your dad” he chuckles.

“Oh, this is not me being mad. Me being mad is something you don't want to see, so you better tell me what the hell is going on.”

“I…” he gulps. “I want to propose to Sofía.”

“No!” Leonor gasps, making Pedri thank everything for being alone in a private area of the restaurant. Because if they had been surrounded by people, all eyes would be in them after how loud that gasp had been. “You are going to do it?”

“Yeah” he says, nervously playing with his fork.

“How? When? Where?”

“I don't know yet. I actually decided it this morning.”

“What?”

“Yeah” Pedri says again. “I had just left my therapist's office, and it hit me: I was ready. I am ready to ask Sofía to marry me and to deal with everything that will come once it is made oficial.”

“Wow” Leonor says. “But do you think she is ready for it too? To stop being the invisible princess like she always says? Because this engagement is gonna be talked about worldwide. The princess and the football player! The fanfic that becomes a reality!” she chuckles.

“Has she shown you the ring she got during our road trip this summer?”

“The plastic one she loves so much?”

“The very same. When I gave it to her I told her it was practice for when I put the real one on her finger” Pedri says. “And since then, we've been talking a lot more about getting married, about how it will be, what will change, discussed it with our therapist… And I think she also is ready, that we both are on the same page.”

“Then it is happening. It's happening!”

“Leonor, what are you…”

“What happened?” the queen says over the phone.

“Hello to you too, mum” Leonor replies, rolling her eyes.

“Hi, sorry. But what happened? Why are you calling me at lunch time?”

“Is dad with you?”

“Hello!” the king says. “Where are you, Leonor?”

“I'm in Barcelona, visiting Sofía.”

“Oh, is she there? Are you girls out together?” the king asks her.

“I'm out with someone, but not her. Pedri, say hello” she says, turning her phone so it faces him.

“I… Umm… Hello” he says with an awkward smile, hoping her parents can't see that he is blushing. Even though he has known them for years and shared many things with them, sometimes he still goes all shy when he remembers he is talking to the King and Queen of Spain.

“Oh, Pedri!” the queen says. “How are you? Everything ok?”

“Yes, perfect. Thank you for asking. And sorry for interrupting your lunch.”

“Oh, don't worry about that. What happened?”

“Uh?”

“Something must have happened for Leonor to call us and for you two to be having lunch together without Sofía” the queen says.

“Well… I… Umm” he mumbles.

“It's happening, mum” Leonor says, moving the phone so it is facing her again. “He's doing it!”

“He is doing what?” the king asks.

“He is going to ask Sofía to marry him!”

“No!” the queen gasps as loudly as Leonor earlier. Maybe even louder. “You better not be messing with us.”

“I’m not, mum. I swear. Pedri, tell them” she says, turning her phone again.

“I… Ummm… Yeah. It's true” he says. “I want to ask Sofía to marry me.”

“He's doing it! He is doing it!” the queen screams.

“I heard you, darling” the king chuckles.

“Our baby is getting married!”

“First she has to say yes” he chuckles again. “And I have to give Pedri my blessing too.”

“Oh, please” she says, rolling her eyes. “You don't need to do that. It is just a formality, not something you actually have to do, and we live in the 21st century, not the middle ages. Besides, we all know you love him like the son you never had. You are as happy as I am about this. Maybe even more.”

“I am, yes” he smiles. “And even if you don't need it, you have my blessing, Pedri.”

“Thank you, sir” he replies.

“Now, details” the queen says. “Have you chosen a ring? Do you know where you are going to propose? And when? Because we have a trip to South America coming soon and…”

“Mum, relax” Leonor chuckles.

“Sorry, I'm sorry. I am just so happy for them!”

“We can tell, darling” the king says. “But tell us, Pedri. Have you thought of anything?”

“I have not, no” he says. “I was hoping that you and Leonor could help me, because I don't know where to start. I mean, I have some ideas about where I could do it, but the ring? She likes jewellery so much and each piece she owns is so different that I don't know what she could like. And maybe there is like some tradition to follow? A ring to pass from one generation to another? I don't know.”

“I think I have an idea” the king says.

“You?” the queen says, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, me. Has she ever told you about her favourite painting?”

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“I can't believe you managed to close an entire museum to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Perks of being your grandmother's favourite” Pedri winks. “And this is your museum too.”

“What?”

“Reina Sofía?”

“Pedri, this museum was named after my grandmother, not me. We may share the same name, but I've never been and never will be queen.”

“You are the queen of my heart, tho” he smirks.

“Oh… my God” I laugh, my voice echoing on the empty corridors. Or almost empty since I know Carlos is keeping an eye on us from somewhere.

“What? It is the truth” Pedri says before making me twirl and pulling me against his body. “Have I told you yet that you look beautiful tonight?”

“You have, yes” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck while he starts to slowly rock us from side to side.

We are dancing to no music in the middle of a museum, surronded by art and history eveywhere, and it is… It is the most romantic thing ever.

“Well, you look so beautiful that I have to say it many times so it is accurate.”

“Like me telling you that I love you many times per day and still not being enough to show how much I love you?”

“Exactly” he smiles before making me twirl again. “Should we continue with our tour?”

“I like it here.”

“But I don't like that guy in that painting. It's like he is judging us.”

“If he can read minds, he probably is judging me.”

“You? Why? What is that pretty head of yours thinking about?”

“This pretty head…” I say, moving closer so only he can hear me. “Is thinking about all the things she wants to do to you, and all the things she wants you to do to her once we are alone.”

“Oh… I see.”

“Yep” I smile. “Though that king should not judge me too much since history books say he had like ten lovers and more than twenty bastards besides the five kids with his wife.”

“Really?”

“I mean, the legitimate kids definitely were five, there are records of it. The lovers and the bastards depend on the historian you ask. But everyone agrees on him not being the most faithful of husbands. He was married to one of the most extraordinary women in our history, and he treated her like shit despite being the one who was keeping the kingdom from falling apart while he was hunting, partying and getting drunk with his friends.”

“You aren't his biggest fan, are you?” Pedri chuckles.

“I am not, no.”

“But you do like his wife.”

“She is one of my favourite historical figures” I smile. “There actually is a painting of her here at the museum that is one of my favourites. Do you want to see it?”

“Of course” he smiles back. “Lead the way, my lady.”

“My lord” I giggle when he takes my hand on his and kisses it.

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“She was beautiful.”

“She was, wasn't she?” I say while Pedri and I look at the painting in front of us. “And this is just a painting, so you can imagine how striking she must have been in real life. But she was more than just a pretty face. She was one of the most intelligent women of her time, and like I told you, the country didn't go to hell thanks to her.”

“So she basically was like you, but you have a faithful husband” Pedri winks.

“Oh, shut up” I laugh, giving him a little push. “First of all, you aren't my husband.”

“Yet” he smirks.

“And second, I've done nothing compared to everything she did.”

“Don’t say that, Sofía. You are helping people daily, making them happy and giving them hope, and I still haven't heard anyone complaining about it. And I'm talking about the people that matter, not the trolls online.”

“Yeah, I guess…” I sigh.

“And if you don't believe me when I tell you that you are alike, just look at all the jewels she's wearing and the ones you are wearing right now. You are only missing the crown!”

“You know, I may like wearing so many things because of her” I chuckle.

“How so?”

“Even though I've always complained about my parents paying more attention to Leonor than me, there was a moment each month where I felt like that wasn't the case, and that was when my dad would bring me here to have something like a date just the two of us. We would visit a different part of the museum each time, but we would always come here and visit her, my dad always telling me something new about her. So I think I like jewellery so much because of all those hours I've spent looking at her and analysing every detail on this painting.”

“So like people say these days, you were influenced by her.”

“Exactly” I laugh.

“Do you have a favourite piece of jewellery she wears? Like one you wish you could have and wear every day if it was possible.”

“That ring” I say, pointing at it.

“Wow, that was fast” Pedri chuckles.

“I've been obsessed with it since the first time I saw it for some reason. But unlike other pieces like the crown or the earrings, that one went missing. Some say she asked to be buried with it since it was a gift from the love of her life. And no, that wasn't the king.”

“So it was like… an engagement ring?”

“Something like that, yes” I say. “It was a ring that symbolised the love she and that man she loved so much had. A true and pure love that would last forever.”

“Like ours, then” Pedri smiles, kissing my hand again.

“Like ours, yes” I smile back.

“One that we should also probably… seal, somehow.”

“What?”

“Sofía…” Pedri says, letting go of my hand to pick something that was hiding behind one of the benches on the room. A little box. A… wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Is that… Is he… “We always joke about me being the cheesy one in our relationship, but the truth is that when I have to actually be like that and put into words what I feel for you… What you make me feel… Well, I suck” he chuckles. “You actually are the one who has a way with words, the one who can properly express those feelings, not me. So since they say actions are louder than words, that's what I am going to do.”

“Pedri…” I whisper as he gets down on one knee. He's doing it. He is actually doing it, he… Holy shit.

“Sofía… my lady” he says with that smirk that he knows I love, the one I fell in love with the moment I first saw it years ago in Germany. “Would you marry me?”

“Pedri!” I gasp when I see the ring inside the little box. “Is that… is it…”

“We didn't desecrate any grave, don't worry” he chuckles. “This is a new ring, a copy of that one you love so much.”

“But I just told you about it! How did you…”

“Your dad” he smiles. “I didn't know which type of ring you would like because you like different styles, so I asked Leonor and your parents, and he mentioned this ring and this painting you've always been obsessed with.”

“So coming here tonight was my dad's idea?”

“That was all me, he just gave me the inspiration I needed. Going to museums has always been one of our favourite things to do together, this one has your name even if it wasn't named after you, it has your favourite painting of one of your favourite people, and the ring was inspired by it, so I thought it was the perfect place to ask you a question you haven't answered yet.”

“Uh?”

“I asked you a question, Sofía. Remember?”

“Oh, shit, sorry. Yes.”

“Yes…”

“Yes, I want to marry you, Pedri.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do!” I laugh.

“Great, cool… Cool” he chuckles, his hand shaking as he takes the ring from the little box and takes mine.

“You know how to do it, Pedri. You already did it once” I tease him, showing him the plastic ring on the other hand.

“I know. But this is the real deal, you know?”

“I know. And I love it.”

“Do you?” he says once the ring is on my finger, his thumb caressing my hand while still holding it.

“I do. I love it almost as much as I love you.”

“Almost?”

“Almost, yes. Because it is impossible to love anything more than I love you, Pedri.”

“I love you too, Sofía. Or should I say…” he says as he wraps one arm around my waist and leans me back like they do in movies. “Fiancée?”

“You should… fiancé” I smirk before he kisses me. “Did you hear that noise?” I whisper when we break apart.

“What?”

“There is something… Carlos?” I call.

“Sorry, ma'am.”

“Carlos, are you crying?”

“I… I am, ma'am” he says, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. “It's just… you are getting married.”

“I am, yes” I smile, showing him the ring.

“It's beautiful, ma'am. You look beautiful. Like, you should see your smile right now. It is the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.”

“Aww, Carlos” I say before hugging him and starting to cry too.

“I'm so happy for you, ma'am. For both of you” he says, awkwardly ending our embrace.

“Thank you, Carlos” Pedri smiles. “We wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of you, you know? If you hadn't allowed Sofía to leave the Euros party…”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “Though I almost ruined it all when I heard your friends talking and I thought you were only interested in her because of a bet.”

“I actually think that misunderstanding is the reason why we are here” I say.

“What?”

“I don't know if without it Pedri would have been brave enough to tell me that he had had a crush on me for years” I say while giving him a teasing smile, his cheeks turning bright red. “Him being so open and honest with me just after we had met, somehow made me trust him and see that he wasn't like the other guys I had dated. That there were no secret intentions. So thank you, Carlos. And we are sorry for everything you've had to see and deal with over the years.”

“It's ok, ma'am. Just doing my job” he smiles. “Would you like to see the photos I've taken?”

“Photos? What photos?”

“Carlos may have been our personal photographer and videographer during the night” Pedri says.

“What?”

“I wanted to remember tonight, and basically everyone in your family would kill me if there was no proof of what happened” he shrugs.

“That's… true, yes. Thank you” I say, kissing his cheek. “And thank you again, Carlos.”

“Ma'am” he replies, giving me his phone to check everything. From the sneaky photos he's taken of us smiling at each other throughout the museum, kissing or dancing together, to the video of Pedri getting on one knee and asking me to marry him. Because it happend, it was real.

Pedri and I are getting married.

#pedri #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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Chapter 75 Revel Posting

More cool stuff and more complications! Let's get into it, dear void! Short entry because this chapter is mostly things unfolding after being set up, so all that's left to do now is sit back and watch what happens.

Rough TL of Editor's notes:

First Page: 抜刀！！各々の思惑が入り乱れる中、前代未聞の妖刀三つ巴が始まる...！！ [battou!! onoono no omowaku ga irimidareru naka, zendaimimon no youtou mitsudomoe ga hajimaru...!!] "Swords drawn!! As each of their intentions intertwine, an unprecedented three-way battle between Enchanted Blades begins...!!" Last Page: 晴れた空迫るのは... [hareta sora semaru no wa...] "Approaching under clear skies is..."

Kumeyuri Ability One!

The unsteady lines around Hiruhiko's panel are a nice touch.

Heck yeah! Drunken hallucinations, let's go! (The JP version explicitly says "drunken" but it's not a big deal the EN didn't.) Very fitting for the sword named after a jittery pour of sake. The JP name of the ability is "En" (宴) for party/banquet/feast, so no funny stuff happening with the official English TL on this one.

I guess Toto and Hiruhiko have no worries about leaving Kuguri up on the rooftop alone with the mooks vs. Samura and the Masumi. Shame we haven't seen the sword fighting nerd's reactions yet but I hope it's just a matter of time (...he is still there, right? Or at least somewhere in the vicinity?).

Chihiro, of course, has braced himself for round three by stabilising his inner ear with Nishiki so he can't be thrown off-balance. Is there anything that can actually threaten Chihiro this arc?! Anyway, maybe we can see more of Kumeyuri's moves! He'll be able to explain them to us and likely has countermeasures so I wonder what's in store for Hiruhiko. Toto's clearly not comfortable being on the front lines and doesn't seem to have an offensive sorcery to pull out. Will Kuguri follow Chihiro down to bail Hiruhiko out? Does Hiruhiko have a winning plan despite being so heavily wounded? He's the kind of guy who won't give up until he's truly dead so Chihiro will definitely have to give him a mortal injury to get him to stop being a pest.

"Just one more time" instead of going back to grind a few levels, The Guy.

We also got confirmation that the Hishaku have been hanging with each other for a while now. I'm getting family vibes from them the more I see the younger members interact and I really like it. I think Hiruhiko's at his most tolerable -almost even likeable- when he's bouncing off of Toto and Kuguri instead of trying to be Chihiro's rival/frenemy.

Thank you for finally not toning down the direct references to killing, EN translation.

I honestly hope this fight gets the least screen time out of all the perspectives we'll be bouncing between. Chihiro's got his thing to do and he will look cool doing it, but Samura and Iori's situation should have top priority given all they have going on between them.

Speaking Of...

"..."

Yeah, that went as terribly as it could have, probably. Poor Iori- her dad's too far gone to listen. I still believe she'll get to say her piece before the end of the arc though. She's not some shy wallflower who will wait to be given an opening to speak, thankfully.

I also think she will be perfectly fine with Samura and the Masumi up there to protect her. Honestly, I'm already considering her one of the main cast alongside Hakuri and Chihiro. She's coming out of this arc alive- probably deeply hurt by whatever happens between her and her dad, and likely scarred by whatever happens to Samura himself, but alive and willing to go along with Chihiro. She's got a very personal stake in seeing the Hishaku put down considering how they manipulated her father and made her life completely miserable.

Samura, however, is toast one way or another. Even if he doesn't go down here he's not coming out of this arc in one piece. We're still in the part of the story where the Hishaku are always five steps ahead of everyone else, after all.

I wonder what the overall plan here is though. If Samura's so useful that he must be used carefully before dying, then what's up with summoning him to the rooftop? Is it to dispel Owl so that John can nab Magatsumi and use it himself like he said he wanted to? And Hiruhiko's not given up on kidnapping Iori yet, so Samura's probably not going to fall here. They want her as insurance for something else and she's only useful for that if Samura's alive. Probably. Unless there's some crazy plan to kill him and bond her to Tobimune under their watch. Or use her to manipulate Chihiro since he's a good guy who wouldn't leave her with them. I have no idea!

Expect the Unexpected

"This man will die in [x] chapters. Anyway, let's go raid the government's headquarters then get some brunch."

Once again something way down near the bottom of my "things that could happen during the showdown" list is manifested. The Hishaku are bold as hell to be going after the Shinuchi like that in broad daylight, presumably with the Kamunabi HQ fully staffed and ready to react!

This will probably be the least-visited fight as we bounce between perspectives, but I hope it lets us see some characters that have been neglected for a while. Hiyuki, Tafuku, Azami, Shiba, and more have a good chance to show up in defence of the Shinuchi here and I am praying it happens.

I don't have hopes of seeing Hakuri, Kazane, Hagiwara, or whatever's up with Uruha's corpse since it's not clear if the Kamunabi hospital they're in is attached to the HQ or not. They're probably not ready to fight yet anyway. But we can at least see some other folks, right? Please. I miss so many characters that have been idling offscreen for months. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

I know you're important and we should get a better name to call you than "Hatshaku" or "Mr. Pine Tree/Uncle Pine Tree".

I like this guy's attitude a lot. "Goodness gracious this will be exhausting," he says before he proceeds to wreck everything with trees. "Hope I'm not in trouble," he remarks before he teleports away after demolishing a Buddhist temple. It's so funny to me. Name soon, please. And face off against some strong sorcerers so we can see something other than a sword fight!

As for whether they'll get the Shinuchi here, that's anyone's guess. I think picking up the blade before Samura kills the Master Swordsman isn't a great idea since that gives him less incentive to kill the guy, but who knows what John's planning? Plus there's the second "arrow" that John mentioned, whatever that is... reading weekly will be tough, but it'll be worth it. Surely.

Alright! Not much to analyse this time since we're just starting to see the payoff for what's being set up. Grab some popcorn and I'll see you next week, dear void.

#kagurabachi #Hakuri I love you I miss you please come back soon #kb ch75 #Not a lot to say about this chapter since things are unfolding rather than being set up but it was very cool #If Uruha makes a dashing comeback to defend the Shinuchi I will be so fucking happy let me tell you

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cheesycatz · 14 days ago

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THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORMTON FIC IS DRAFTED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Sooooo, what does that mean? I'm currently revising every chapter, leaving notes for things I want to change, move, or add, and deleting what I'm no longer happy with. I'm hoping to finish by the end of the month. After that, I have to, y'know, actually write the thing. I plan to release chapter 1 and the prologue together. I have no idea how long each chapter will take, but considering the length of each chapter and how long these updates take me, a month between chapters is likely realistic. We'll just have to wait and see.

In fact, June 5th could be a reasonable release date for the first chapter! I’m sure you don’t have any other plans that day… /j I guess

As far as actual content goes, I was having fun with the last two chapters. Most of the fic is from Spamton’s and Blue’s perspectives, but I thought it would be sweet to have one chapter from each of the addisons for the finale, each telling him that they love him in different ways, and for Spamton to take the last chapter and finally say “I love you” back. The word “love” and the weight associated with it is brought up many times throughout the story, and I’d thought it would be a good way to end it. Spamton’s life and mental health isn’t perfect by the last chapter, but the realization that he is unconditionally loved promises a bright future for him. YIPPEE found-family!!! There’s still some angst, but it’s mostly fluff now.

Because of Spamton's love of nature in this fic, I thought it would be nice if he learned to care for his own plant. As one does, I looked up flower language to find a suitable plant for him, focusing specifically on resilience, as I'd argue that's Spamton's most defining strength (this guy has been homeless for 20 years, somehow horrifically transformed into a puppet, lost everything he had, everyone hates or doesn't remember him, and was promised by the universe that he would never amount to anything but a broken toy to be discarded, and still gets out of bed everyday to pursue his goal. This man is DETERMINED). Anyways, I saw dandelions on the list as a sign of resilience, renewal, and new life, and it's the perfect flower for him. A flower that can spread at such a fast rate it's seen as a useless weed more than anything else. Yet, year after year, they persist. A field completely filled with dandelions is still a flower field, and just as beautiful if you'd give it the chance. Why the hell would someone be selling dandelions in a flower shop? Uh…they don't grow naturally in Cyber World, so maybe they'd be sold there, and the store owner didn't want to throw them away after moving to Castle Town or something… JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Revisions are fun! Most of the changes involve Spamton's character, as I've gotten a better grasp on him over the years. Despite his drastically different biology and backstory, Wormton is meant to be as close to homeless-era Spamton as possible personality wise, and I hope I can do him justice. Overall, I've revised him to be a lot more mysterious and antagonistic. He hates addisons, and only stuck with Blue because they were easy to use. He's never been treated like a person before, and it takes him a while to come to terms with the fact that the addisons like him and he likes them back. He tries to express it too late, and it's no wonder they ran the moment they discovered the Worm In The Apple™.

One thing I’ve pondered for a while is whether Spamton will remain the only BIGSHOT malworm in existence. I’ve left it ambiguous in the fic, but I’d love for him to raise some hatchlings. His life with the addisons is infinitely better than his old life, but they’re not malworms. They can’t speak his native language, can’t hunt and eat prey together, can’t accommodate for a malworm’s near constant need for the presence of others. I think it would be the happiest ending, but that could be an entire fic on its own, especially since Queen was barely convinced to let even one malworm stay alive. I'd like to at least get something out before the heat death of the universe, so you'll just have to picture Wormton with a dozen identical clones of himself crawling after him.

I WANNA RELEASE SOMETHING SO BAAAAAAD

You know who’s excited for the fic to release? Me! I wanna read comments! I want to inspire people! I want you to cry over a bunch of advertisements and a piece of 90’s spyware! I want the thing I’ve spent 2.5 years on to finally see the light of day! I want the Spamton-shaped worms eating my brain to shut up!

#wormton au #spamton #spamton fanart #blue addison #cheesycatz text posts #cheesycatz art posts #WORMTON TOMORROW #my dad works at cheesycatz trust me i know

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chuuya-kisser · 9 months ago

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im finally free so that i can fucking scream abt bsd 117 and tell my thoughts on this heartbreaker of a chapter (will def make another post feeding my delusions)

(spoilers utc)

firstly.

ASAGIRI. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUXK ASAGIRI. ASAGIRI WHEN I CATCH YOU ASAGIRI I THOUGHT YOU WERE KILLING-YOUR-CHARACTERS-PHOBIC?????? NOW YOUVE MELTED TWO IMPORTANT CHARACTERS IN TWO CHAPTERS???? WHOS GONNA GO NEXT CHAPTER HUH WHO'S NEXT IN YOUR DEATH NOTE

well

Uh yeah so anyways basically heart broken for multiple reasons so we'll go in order

1- aya. oh my gosh aya. shes what, a ten year old?????? and in the span of a day, she has found out about a vampire lord who is responsible for destroying or saving the whole world, shouldered the responsibility of getting said vampire lord away from the enemy to save the world, developed a father-daughter relationship with said vampire lord, sacrificed herself and got saved by him, believed that the world could be saved now, saw her new father figure's body be torn apart and replaced by a greasy ratass who wants to destroy everything or whatever, with said new father's last words telling her to run to save herself, being saved by said father, then having him dissolve and die again in front of her eyes again. shes a ten year old. what the actual fuck. oh and don't forget, she doesn't know that she lost her other father figure too!

gosh she is going to be SO traumatised and even that is an understatement i really hope she has the strength to recover

2- so akutagawa is back huh? about time, about time (though im not very happy about the cost it took- but atleast he's back?)and he has agreed to protect aya on brams wish? thats surprising honestly, so im wondering if the stuff atsushi told him while fighting him at the airport or whatever affected his subconscious or something so that he consciously wants to start protecting people?

OR maybe! he sees a bit of himself in aya or smth? i mean look i dont exactly remember what happened before he met dazai and was taken in by him okay, dont come at me. but maybe he sees that terrified little kid and something stirs in him or smth anyways go akutagawa go you're her third father figure please dont die again ‼️

(also he looks so good-)

3- and the biggest bombshell

kunikida.

KUNIKIDA‼️‼️ NO NO NO THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY HAPPENING PEOPLE THIS IS NOT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT I AM IN DENIAL

just- THINK ABOUT EVERYONE. think about atsushi and tanizaki. who saw him disappear slowly in front of their eyes, to buy them time. think about fukuzawa. who wished for kunikida to be the next president because he was the most ideal. who cares so much, even if he doesnt show it as much. think about aya. she has such a deep bond with kunikida, and now she'll have to face the devastating news that one of the only people who truly believed in her is gone too. think about ranpo and yosano.

think about dazai. who is much too far away to do anything right now, who miscalculated once which led to him being too far to stop fyodors rampage in any way. who was truly doing all this because he wanted to keep the detective agency safe. who, when he realises what will happen next, his first thought is to warn them. who was his new partner, kept him alive, even made him a part of his schedules. who i think he must have to care for, even a little bit.

dazai, who thinks that anything worth wanting is always lost the moment he obtains it. and its happened again. and by the looks of it, it will happen again.

i genuinely want to know how he'll react but i dont want to at the same time. gods i cant fucking do this man

like huhhh asagiri are you tryna make me cry or some shit???? Because youre succeesing SPECTACULARLY

also- are we gonna see tanizaki get liquefied too next chapter? because this panel sure looks like it

im scared for september now like what else are you gonna throw at us, huh asagiri? and what do you mean i have to wait a whole month this is crazy

and i am STILL in denial and will continue to be in denial guys wdym, ofc kunikida is alive and well! hes coparenting aya with bram, having fun at the agency and stuff ‼️‼️ hes perfectly peachy theres no helicopter singularity out for everyone's lives!!! (wow this post is LONG)

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baronessvonglitter · 10 months ago

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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 10 🍒

"Secrets & Lies"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 3,023

Summary: you and Joel find out just how fond the heart grows during absence.. meanwhile your mom makes a call and you find out a secret about your cousin..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), takes place in summer 2003, dbf!Joel (still counts if he hasn't seen said friend in years), sexting, sexy pics, use of pet names ('daddy' for Joel, 'sweetheart' for reader), overbearing mothers, secret relationship, oral (m&f receiving), fluff, a smidgen of insecure!Joel, talk of 'adult viewing', candid discussion about sex & expectations, reader's race never mentioned, no use of y/n

Author's Note: as per a few previous chapters, I'm trying to give a more realistic side of deciding to have sex (or not, as in this chapter) without it being too black and white. There's a lot of passion between reader and Joel, but he's not using it to his advantage, keeping her boundaries but still wishing she'd say yes. Thanks to everyone showing appreciation for this series, which is the first fic I ever wrote and is so near and dear to my heart.

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Joel is with Tommy in San Antonio for business and even though it's only for two days, you miss him as though he's taken a part of you with him. Your last text, a simple I miss you, has gone unanswered and you don't want to bother him while he's busy, but his silence creates an emptiness, a longing that makes you half-crazy with the idea of driving down to San Antonio just to see him. But he's left Sarah in your care, and you know it's better to be distracted with her presence.

Though she tells you she's used to being on her own in situations like this, she stays at your house anyway, taking up residence in your room, your queen size bed big enough for both of you to sleep in. Your mind flits back to recent memories of the things you've done with her dad in this very bed, things you hope you'll get to do with him again very soon.

Just as you close your eyes your phone vibrates on the nightstand next to you, lighting up with an incoming text. This late, it can only be Joel. Your heart does a little dance as you reach for your phone, and even though Sarah is fast asleep, you feel the need for privacy. You go to the living room and make yourself comfortable on the sofa.

Joel: I wish you were in my arms right now

You smile like an idiot and get even more comfortable, typing out a response. if I was we would be getting to know each other better than ever.. how's it going over there?

Joel: It's just all right.. I have some plans for you when I see you, sweetheart.

You: tell me, in detail, and we'll do them when you come back

Joel: I'd rather do them now..

You: patience is a virtue. if you want me right now you'll have to kidnap me :D

Joel: Patience ain't my strong suit so I must not be that virtuous. If you think I won't kidnap you, you're wrong. I'll do anything to be with you.

You: i'm sure you have rope and duct tape in your toolkit.. sounds like a good time to me

Joel: I do, and I have no problem using them to get what I want ;-)

You: i love you.. your persistence may come in handy when you come back this weekend

Joel: I love you too, and I hope I come in VERY handy this wekend.

You: speaking of handy, guess where my hand is now.. While Joel is stunned by your message, you quickly snap a picture of your hand slipping inside your panties and send it to him. I'll leave this to your vivid imagination.. good night <3

The next day you're at the mall with Sarah when your phone rings. You don't recognize the number but you know it must be Joel, maybe calling from the motel room phone. Sarah is looking at jewelry at Claire's when you step out to answer your cell. "Hey daddy, I was wondering when you were gonna call me.." you practically purr into the phone.

There's a pause on the other end, though you hear chatter and noise in the background, Your mom's voice comes through the other end, saying your name in a confused manner. Your heart sinks into your stomach and you have the urge to vomit. You can't believe you've just said those words to your own mother. "Hey.. mom. What are you doing?"

"I'm calling from Larry's cell. We're in Cancun. Who's daddy? Did you finally get in touch with your father?" There's both hope and disdain in her voice, and you just want to crawl into the earth and blanket the dirt over you.

"I, uh, have bad reception here. I thought it was Sofia calling me. It's a stupid little game we play, like we're calling from a sex hotline or something," you scramble for an excuse, grimacing at how you've botched it and praying she won't ask more questions. "And no, unfortunately I haven't heard from Dad. I don't think we ever will."

"Well, don't answer the phone like that again. It's not very ladylike," she says in her typical, overbearing fashion.

"So.. you and Larry are in Cancun? Are you having fun?" you desperately change the subject.

"Yes and it's wonderful! We've been.."

You try to pay attention, but as usual your mom is making it all about her. Not once does she ask about you but you know the moment she's done she'll find something about you to criticize in her usual backhanded way.

Sarah approaches you, having bought a bracelet and showing it to you, asking where you want to go next, if you are as hungry as she is for a Cinnabon. She quiets when she sees you on your phone, but it's too late.

"Who is that?" your mom asks.

"Uh.. Sarah Miller.. I'm babysitting her." Sarah glowers at you and gives you a playful shove. "Ow! I mean, we're hanging out."

"It's great that you're making friends.. did you say her last name is Miller?"

"Yeah, I.. think so.."

"Don't tell me she's that man's daughter."

Your brain is stuck in deciding to play dumb or not. "What man?"

"Joel Miller. That man who lives next door to you and your cousin. He was close with your father a long time ago."

"Oh? Wow, that's really cool." You are not doing a great job of sounding uninvolved. "Maybe he has some stories about Dad from back in the day," you offer lamely.

"I didn't like him then and I don't like him now." Your mother is emphatic. "He was always up to no good and even got your father mixed up in his antics."

There's a story there. "I'm sure people can change over the course of twenty years, Mom." You feel the need to defend the man you're in love with, though it does create a little itch within you that you don't know much about his past. You two have been more concerned with the present and all its indulgences.

Your mom simply says, "Hmph."

"Well, I gotta go.. Sarah needs a nap and maybe a bottle of milk." You laugh as she takes a swipe at you again.

"You don't call to check in often enough.. I hope you're behaving yourself and not giving your cousin anything to worry about."

Your blood runs cold. You have always wondered if your mom has a supernatural gift for knowing what's on your mind, as if you secretly and silently project a mental image of your guilt. Even when you were a kid you could imagine her death glare on you when you were thinking about doing something bad. If she had even a wisp of an idea of what you're up to with Joel..

"I'm sorry, and I promise I'll call more often. I'm just trying to enjoy myself before school starts."

"All right, honey," she sighs. "I love you. Be good."

"Yeah, I love you too." You end the call.

Sarah notices the look on your face as you continue walking through the mall. "What was that about?"

"Uh, that was my mom. She's on vacation with her boyfriend. She told me to say hi to your dad."

That night you get a text from Joel. Have Sarah stay at a friend's house tonight. I'm coming home early. Need to see you.

Once again there's that little thrill of anticipation that surges through you. can't wait! gonna ride with some friends to the boonies to see a garage band if you wanna come with

Almost immediately he sends, Ditch those plans. Get ready for me.

You make the plans and drop Sarah at her friend's place. Back at your own you wait, dressed in your party clothes just in case Joel can't come home after all. It's almost eleven when you see his truck headlights through your front window. You tentatively walk out, catching a glimpse of him as he alights from his truck and you immediately head his way. "Sarah gone?" he asks, pressing into you on the front porch. You can only nod. "And Sofia?" he continues.

"It's just us," you whisper, and he lifts you up to kiss you, your bodies covered in the darkness of the porch. On the stairs to his room you leave a trail of clothes you've removed, kissing and groping each other to make up for the time you've missed with each other. "Gonna take ya with me next time," he murmurs, lifting you, squeezing your ass as he finds your panties and starts to pull them down. "That naughty picture you sent really got me goin'.. you're a little tease ain't ya?" His voice is gravelly yet soft, intimate in your ear.

On the bed he maneuvers you how he wants, on his back with you riding his face. You don't give it a second thought, bracketing his head with your thighs as you press down to him, giving a yelp as his tongue laps against you, eager, almost impatient. One hand strokes his cock while the other fondles your breasts, running his large palms over them and cupping their heft.

You learn to move against him, grasping his hair as he sticks his tongue inside you, or presses your clit between his lips. It's ecstasy, using him for your own pleasure, and only once you've come does he have you turn around, and gently guides you to lean over his body so that you can take his cock into your mouth.

Knees still shaking from your orgasm, he helps hold you up, giving you a second helping as you take him into your mouth. You work the first few inches while stroking him, your concentration breaking as he artfully brings you up to speed again with his mouth, running his tongue across your folds and holding your hips still above him.

He's already on edge and by now you know exactly what he needs to cum. While stroking him with one hand you run a gentle tongue over his balls, eliciting a grunt from him and he twitches in your grasp. Smirking to yourself, you continue it, and his grip on your hips tightens as his moans reverberate on your pussy, causing you to cry out as well. Cumming together, you press yourself down against his willing mouth while his cum shoots out, dripping down onto your hand grasping it, and you lick it, cleaning it all up.

Moments later, you lay in each other's arms. "I thought that was something they only do in porn," you tell him.

He raises a brow. "You watch porn?"

"Yeah, sometimes.. don't you?"

He shrugs. "Now and then.. I s'pose it's easier than goin' out and findin' someone. But you know that shit ain't real. It's all fantasy. I don't want you to think I have any expectations of you."

You snuggle against him. "Even if you did, I'd do my best to live up to yours."

Joel just smiles and strokes your hair. "Once you sent that pic last night I had no choice but to cut the trip short. I dropped off Tommy at his place and some chick drove up just after I left."

"Just like that, huh? At least he wasn't alone."

You feel the curve of his smile against your hair. "At first I was afraid you'd like him better. He's younger, better suited to your age."

"Joel!" you look at him, surprised by this sudden confession. "I like him but I love you. In fact.. I wish I'd been born earlier. I would have liked to meet you as a teenager."

"I don't know if you would've liked me then. You probably would've been the girl I was too afraid to talk to."

"I definitely would've liked you. I was such a geek that you wouldn't have noticed me."

He sits up and you sit with him, still wrapped in his embrace. "Wait, you were a geek? What kinda geek were ya? Was you a sci-fi geek? Or a comic book geek?"

You laugh at his amusement. "A little of both. Plus a marching band geek. What about you, what were you like in high school?" Your mom's warning from earlier looms in the back of your mind, like an oven burner left on and you scramble for the switch to turn it off.

"Well I was a sports freak back then. I was on the football and wrestling teams. I even wrestled at state level."

It was a turn on to think of him, your own age, playing under the Friday night lights, or pinning someone down to the gym mat. "You were a jock, huh? I can see that.. Jesus, I would have loved to see that."

"You just like seein' me all shirtless and sweaty, don't ya?"

"You mean like right now?" you smirk, trailing your fingertips down his chest and to his happy trail. "Want to hop in the shower with me? I have to be up early because Sofia's coming home tomorrow."

In the shower together, Joel watches how the water rains over your skin, making it glisten. He's speechless as you slowly turn, letting the water drench your hair. "Sweetheart, I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to keep my hands off ya."

"Don't keep your hands off me," you say, bringing him under the spray with you and kissing him. He slowly pushes you against the wall, deepening the kiss and running his hands along your curves. His cock is like a hot poker against your belly. You moan into his kiss, especially when you feel his fingers glide over your cunt. You feel so small in his embrace and yet equal, more beloved than anything on this earth.

Joel lifts up your thighs, holding you in place by your hips, as if you weigh practically nothing. You feel the pressure, the gentle nudge of his cock at your entrance. "Oh sweetheart, I can't wait any longer."

You put your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up, lightly squeezing them, seeing what strength he possesses. "Joel.. I don't know.. it feels good, I just don't know."

He's trying to control his breathing, waiting for a definitive answer from you.

"I want to stop. I'm sorry, I just think we're moving too fast."

He sighs. "I understand." And he gently puts you down.

"It's just.. I've been building up this moment in my mind for weeks now and I want things a certain way: rose petals on the bed, candles, music.. super romantic. I know how silly that sounds, I just don't want to have my first time in the shower."

"We're gonna do this how you want it," he assures you. "And if I may make a suggestion.. I have a friend who owns a cabin out on the lake. We could spend a weekend up there. Would you like that?" He lifts your chin to look into your eyes.

"That's perfect! Because I was thinking July fourth would be the best time.. lots of fireworks, very celebratory.. what do you think?"

He smiles. "I think we have ourselves a plan for next weekend."

Very early the next morning you slip your shorts back on and lean down to kiss Joel as he sleeps. It's almost time for Sofia to be home.

"What time is it?" he asks groggily.

"It's 3 A.M." You put your shoes on. "God damn it you look so cute right now. I don't want to leave.."

"Then don't." He takes your hand and pulls you back to the bed.

"I'm not that easy," you say, despite climbing back into bed. "I held out on my ex for an entire year. I can make you wait too, Joel Miller."

He laughs a little. "Sweetheart, I am never going to wait that long. Don't test me."

You trace the outline of his face. "I don't think I could wait a year for you. But in a way I've waited my whole life for you."

The rest is unsaid as he takes you into his arms for another kiss, which leads to your clothes being taken off again.

When you wake again you read the bedside clock and panic. "I completely forgot! Sofia's gonna kill me!" you rush to get dressed, thinking in the back of your mind that you've tossed your clothes to the floor and put them on again so many times this night. Joel's up too, worried because you're worried. While rushing out of his house you freeze. Next door in the driveway Sofia's getting out of a car. Her hair is messy and her clothes look wrinkled. She makes eye contact with you then behind you at Joel, who's rushing after you.

You spin around towards him. "Hey Mr. Miller, everything's fine! You can pay me later, I'm always happy to babysit Sarah," you overact it, hoping he plays along.

"I stayed out late and when I got back your cousin was fast asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to move her," Joel says, hands in his pockets as he tries to charm Sofia into the lie.

Sofia looks at both of you but says nothing, and out of the driver's seat of her ride comes Tommy. "Everything okay, babe?" He looks at Sofia, at you, at Joel. All four of you are connecting the pieces of the puzzle.

Joel speaks first. "Tommy, are you and Sofia...?"

Tommy replies 'yes' while Sofia says 'kind of.'

"And you?" Sofia asks of you. "Are you and Joel..?"

You exchange glances with this man who's become your lover, who's shown you the greatest pleasure you've ever known, who eats you out for hours when you finally have alone time, who's cum you've taken down your throat and whose taste is still on your tongue.

"She's my daughter's friend," Joel says defensively. "And I'm makin' sure she gets home okay."

He omits the fact that you love each other.

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zlut4rina · 1 year ago

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Join My Stream

Y/n started the live stream with her friends all in a call ready to play as thousands of viewers joined in rapidly. Before she started the stream she pulled out a box and sat it on her lap in front of the camera with a wide grin on her face, watching as comments flooded in about the box and any other topic you could think of.

"Hey everyone, it's Y/N, and today I've got something extra special in store for you!!" She smiled before patting the box with her hands excitedly. "She's been waiting for this for so long please give her a good reaction guys." Yunjin said before playfully rolling her eyes and leaning back in her chair resting her head on the knuckles on her hand.

"you literally have the same thing as me, just mine is more important" y/n said smugly smiling at the camera. Yunjin huffed and rolled her eyes in response, "CAN WE GET TO THE THING ALREADY!!?" Chaewon said eagerly or maybe annoyed who knows really.

"yes yes okay anyways, today we're gonna try something new .. WE'RE PLAYING VR MINECRAFT!!" Y/n said as she pulled the headset and other gear out of the box, not waiting another second before starting it up.

"yeah we've all got a headset, but don't start it up now y/n we gotta meet fans remember ?" Sakura said a small chuckle leaving her lips as she watched y/n hurriedly start her game. "Ohhh yeah sorry I got carried away but don't worry guys we'll get to the vr afterrrr, but Spoiler alert: There might be moments where I swing at imaginary spiders, so prepare for some unintentional virtual gymnastics."

"God you're so corny y/n"

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As I logged into our Minecraft realm, I couldn't help but chuckle at the chaos that awaited me. Yunjin was already fashioning a pixelated crown made of wool and gold. Chaewon was attempting to ride a cart off a cliff, and Sakura... well, Sakura was convinced she could communicate with fish using interpretive dance.

"guys !! Join the game as soon as possible maybe you might see us maybe you won't so JOINN" I said enthusiastically looking at the chat while my character jumped around.

(quick short silly chapter loll so I can get it off my mind 😼)

#yu jimin x reader #karina smut #yoo jimin #aespa smut #karina smau #aespa smau #smau #kpop smau

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yumeka-sxf · 1 year ago

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I was surprised we got another Yuri-focused chapter so soon, considering we just finished the Mole Hunt arc...but it was a good chapter nonetheless!

Chloe is a great character to help with Yuri's development, the reason being because she not only knows his true identity, but she also has known him for many years, as this chapter reveals. Unlike his superiors, Yuri seems more comfortable with Chloe, probably because she doesn't have authority over him, but she's also not afraid to point out his flaws. So yeah, I'm glad she's becoming a reoccurring character. Yuri really needs someone he can talk to with whom he doesn't have to hide anything from, but who also sticks with him despite knowing how cringe his personality is. I do hope we'll see more of Chloe bringing out Yuri's relatable side in the future.

Speaking of which, Twilight has Franky (and Sylvia somewhat) who fills this role for him - someone he can talk freely with who knows his true identity, but they also sense the goodness in him that he tries to hide. Yor, however, doesn't have anyone like this, at least not yet. Olka filled that role well during the cruise arc, but it's very unlikely we'll see her again. While McMahon and Shopkeeper know Yor's true identity, their relationship with her has been very business-like, not casual like Twilight/Franky and Chloe/Yuri. It almost seems like Melinda could fill that role for Yor, except for the important detail that she doesn't know Yor's true identity...OR DOES SHE???

Anyway, back to today's chapter, we find out that Yuri can also withstand getting hit by vehicles, and both siblings can smell/sense the other's presence!? And yet, a slap from Chloe hurt Yuri more than getting hit by a truck?! I would say that's too much, but I guess it's not that unusual for characters in shonen series 😅But I have to agree with Chloe on this line...

I also find it a bit sad that Yuri thinks Yor wouldn't like the idea of him having a girlfriend. I wish they discussed more about this, but it just goes to show that, as close as Yuri and Yor are, there are some very obvious things about each other that they don't know. Of course we as well as Chloe know that Yor would be happy if Yuri is happy with a girlfriend, or any friend really. But to Yuri, it seems like having an intimate relationship equates to not being diligent enough at his job, maybe? Or maybe he thinks Yor would see it as a betrayal of his dedication to her? Either way, he's flat-out wrong about that obviously. Hopefully he'll realize it someday.

I cracked up when we got the glimpse of all the Yor photos in Yuri's house 😂 I hope Anya visits his home one day...would love to see her expression about this! (also he names his attacks after Yor too, I can't 🤣)

Even though Yuri misunderstood what Chloe meant when she told him not to be so reckless, by the end of the chapter he did have a thought on his own about how getting rid of Loid would make Yor sad. Of course he tries to deny that by bringing up the gripes she supposedly had with him, and of course Yor, who's always so flustered about her feelings, can't straight up tell him that she likes/loves Loid. So back to square one I guess...?

But even though this chapter may turn out like the last one and just be a standalone that doesn't lead to the next big arc, I can't help but think it's hinting at a "Yuri discovers who Twilight really is" scenario. For all we know that could be the first identity reveal of the series. It makes sense since, unlike identity reveals among the Forgers, this wouldn't necessarily result in the series heading towards an end. Even if Yuri discovered Twilight's identity, he could choose to keep it to himself for a while and nothing else would change. I don't like to speculate too much, but I feel this is a possibility with all the "Yuri vs Twilight" mentions we've had lately.

As always, just gotta wait and see!

#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf spoilers #yuri briar #yor forger

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stillness-in-green · 6 months ago

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Hi, are you still working on the AFO Retcon Essay? You mentioned a few times you are not sure if Horikoshi retconned AFO's original plan or if he always intended for AFO to take over Tomura, but made AFO act somewhat contradictory from the start regardless. Did this ever make you feel like there are too many possibilities in regards to Horikoshi's original intentions to take into account and could therefore make it harder to write the essay?

Hi there, and thanks for your interest! I did actually talk about this a good while back, towards the beginning of the year; you can find that post here. It says pretty much exactly what you did and goes a bit further--that I'm so distrustful of Horikoshi as a writer that I have no idea anymore what might have been retconned and what was his intention from the start, and further, that even if something was his intention from the start, I don't trust him to have laid the groundwork for those intentions with honesty or good faith.

Instead of the AFO Retcon Essay, what I've been poking at instead is some sort of massive retrospective of all the problems with BNHA's endgame. That's going to require a reread on my part, and some decisions about formatting--namely, do I want to do the reread privately, on my end, and then write the Mega Chonky Essay and post it when I'm finished, or do I do it publically, read-along liveblog style, documenting the problems as I go?

At the moment, I'm leaning towards the second. I have some tentative ideas about keeping a running list of (to use a witticism from the Twitter fen) Themes & Such, ideas and ideology the series sets out and how well it lives up to those ideas--or how it fails to. I'd also like to keep track of things like character arcs and foreshadowing, documenting things with an eye to where those arcs go, what the foreshadowing amounts to, whether the series keeps its implicit promises, and so on. I suspect it would wind up looking something like a cross between the heteromorphobia essay and my chapter thoughts posts.

On the other hand, a format that deals with one group of problems at a time could feel more focused, discussing all the evidence at once of any particular topic rather than having to keep many (many) plates spinning across a retrospective of the entire series. I also already have the broad outline for that, since it was my plan last time I was seriously poking at the idea. It would probably still end up being posted in multiple parts; the parts would just cover different groups of characters or aspects of the series per installment, rather than e.g. each installment covering an arc and everything in it.

I suppose there's nothing stopping me from doing first the former and then the latter? I'm planning to reread the whole series anyway, after all.

In any case, I like that kind of installment-based format not least because I'm also in the early stages of getting a Patreon set up aimed at supporting my meatier chunks of fandom writing and potentially giving people some ability to point me at this or that topic. A multi-part analysis of BNHA--something in a similar style as my documentations of heteromorphobia, the problems with the anime's adaptation of My Villain Academia, or even, to reach back to an older fandom, my episode-by-episode write-ups on Human Debris in Gundam IBO!--strikes me as a good way to get that off the ground.

I've got one or two things to finish getting off my plate before then, and I'd want to wait until the last volume of BNHA officially comes out (12/4) just in case of any thirteenth-hour surprises, but keep an eye out! I'm not inclined to paywall my writing, but maybe an early access sort of model? I'm also going to want to find a blogging site that's more aimed at hosting long-form writing than Tumblr is. We'll see!

In the meantime, to give everyone an example of the kinds of things I'm looking at tracking through the story, one of the things that most vexes me about the ending is how it not only fails to resolve its contradictory ideas of saving and heroism, it feels to even recognize those contradictions. Here's a chunk of my notes on that topic from the outline of The Mega Chonky Essay in its current form.

• Nana says saving isn’t just saving someone’s life, but also making sure they’re smiling in the end. But that means that saving their life is the prerequisite. If Eri died smiling, her smiling would not prevent everyone from recognizing her death as a tragedy. • “Perfect Victory” is defined as both “winning” and “saving” flawlessly—that is, every fight is won, and no one is left unsaved. This is introduced first as an ideal for Deku and Bakugou to strive for, with both of them needing to work on different parts of the equation, and continues to be an aspect of Bakugou’s characterization, as it comes up again in Joint Training. But it doesn’t stay locked to them, as All Might says directly to the American pilots that they can’t be allowed to die because the kids are aiming for a Perfect Victory. • A pivotal question for Toga and the larger series is, given that Heroes are supposed to save people, how do Heroes justify killing Villains? Do they not think of Villains as people? With all three of these ideas in place, the challenge becomes how to navigate the endgame to a place where all three concepts are honored/resolved. The ending must demonstrate that Heroes do see Villains as people while also being able to achieve their desired Perfect Victory—they must win against the Villains while also saving them, where “saving” means that the Villains’ lives are saved and they’re smiling in the end. Or must they? After the first war, the series introduces another concept of how to save people, albeit one that runs directly counter to Nana's definition of a saved person as someone both alive and smiling: Gran Torino says that killing someone can be a way of saving them. He and Nana can’t both be right, so to confront and resolve that discrepancy, the story will have to acknowledge one of them as wrong. (Spoilers: It does not.) In the end, Toga dies, and Deku kills Shigaraki, and if both of them die smiling, well, you sure as hell can’t say the same for e.g. Gigantomachia or All For One or Dabi or any of the thousands of unhappy Villains who wound up in prison (many of them likely bound for the gallows!), alive but decidedly not smiling. Heck, All Might, in trying to console Deku, moves the goalposts even more by suggesting that all Deku needed to do to get the credit on “saving” Shigaraki was make sure his inner child wasn’t crying anymore. Not only does he not have to live, he doesn’t even have to be smiling! An absence of obvious grief is enough! Thus, you wind up in this place where you have an unsolvable problem: somewhere along the line, either someone failed or someone was wrong, and the story, in being unwilling to confront that disharmony, winds up undermining other established themes and goals. Did the kids “lose” because they failed to meet the criteria for the Perfect Victory? Was the definition of “saving” wrong? Was Gran Torino wrong or was Nana? Was the definition of Perfect Victory wrong? Was Toga correct in her fear that Heroes don’t see Villains as people? No matter what the answer is, it runs afoul of some previously established Theme in the story. Even if the idea is that the ending is downbeat and bittersweet because the kids failed (and the story is using All Might’s goalpost-moving to resolve the dissonant definitions of “saving” in Gran Torino’s favor), that still means yet another theme is violated: that of BNHA being a story of how Deku+his classmates become “the greatest Heroes.” After all, the story also defined “greatest Heroes” for us! The greatest Heroes are those who can achieve Perfect Victory.

Whatever form this essay winds up taking, these are the sorts of concepts I want to discuss in terms of how the series sets them up compared to how it winds up following them through.

Thanks for the ask!

#bnha #stillness answers

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