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â ď¸â ď¸ arcane spoilers below â ď¸â ď¸
I think I found the most fitting song for jayvik in the last episode (and beyond). I will be putting down lyrics from the song & then talk about how they relate to Jayce & Viktor.
The song:
(â ď¸â ď¸this is where the spoilers really start â ď¸â ď¸)
âI swear Iâve known you for centuriesâ
Viktor has been searching for Jayce for like FOREVER. Heâs probably spent months, YEARS, looking for the Jayce that would help stop the calamity that Hextech would cause. It probably felt like a great relief seeing Jayce.
âYouâre heaven-sent, how you save meâ
this can point toward Jayce, Viktor and frankly the both of them. In the greater picture, it fits perfectly onto Viktorâs conclusion of how âIn all timelines, in all possibilities, only you, could show me thisâ > pointing to how theyâre literally made for eachother. So you could say they were made by a higher power (whatever you believe in), to meet.
Then: in a way Mage!Viktor in season one, makes sure Jayce lives, so you could say heâs heaven sent and saved him. In every universe. & they save one another from suicide, jayce brings viktor to life again with the hexcore, etc etc.
Jayce got sent to a timeline in which total devastation happened, being observed by Mage!Viktor the whole time. It is Viktor who helps send him to Jayceâs original universe, in order to kill Viktor there, in order to save not just him, but also his entire universe. Even though Viktor becomes the Machine Herald, we later see Jayce save him âBecause I promised youâ & âWe finish this togetherâ.
âIn our final hour, call on higher power,
Erase my sins, my communion,
Til death do us part, itâs a unionâ
This final hour literally refers to their final hour together (I personally do not believe them to be dead, but either way) in which by using the rune in Jayceâs arm, Viktorâs acquired power as Machine Herald, etc, they call on a higher power.
Viktor tries to push Jayce away, because he takes responsibility for having turned the commune into robots (taking away their lives), but Jayce insists. Jayce insists they do this together. Theyâre a union, a team, soulmates. Destined to find eachother in every universe. We pan to them touching foreheads, hands finding support on eachother. Itâs a Union.
âA guiding light,
youâre my love divineâ
Viktor has literally ascended to another plane by having transcended humanity. He died TWICE (jesus also died and lived again). He is compared to Jesus multiply times (on purpose Iâm pretty sure). He has his hood over him like multiple saints in Biblical imagery, he performs a miracle by healing people who could not otherwise be healed. Then the kicker:
Here he is, being illustrated with the traditional divine circle around his head. Something that is seen in countless of Catholic, but more specifically Greek Catholic / Eastern European Orthodox Icons of saints:
So yeah he is LITERALLY put down as Jayceâs and so many others (which we see in the countless specks of gold around Jayce) âsaviourâ. But specifically pertaining to Jayce: he has been his guiding light, throughout the story. He saved Jayce from suicide, he guided him as the mage standing at Android!Jayceâs moss-overgrown corpse. Theyâre literal divine lovers.
Everything I have touched on so far, can be applied to the rest of the lyrics! It for me, really got to the core, of the depth of their connection. The song is accompanied by Organ instumentals, which really SELLS the Divine Worship image to me.
If youâve read this far, THANK YOU!! I hope it was worth it! Please add to this in the comments with more connections to the song if you wish to!!!
#jayvik#arcane fandom#arcane spoilers#viktor arcane#jayce talis#theyâre literal soulmates your honor#their connection is literally divine and cosmical#arcane season 2#song analysis#character analysis#tom walker#holy ghost by tom walker#divine soulmates#viktor league of legends#jayce x viktor#viktor lol#jayce league of legends#jayce lol#queer representation#queer rep in media#queer#im pretty sure this imagery was on purpose it has to be#Spotify
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Actually while I'm thinking about it, I just wanna say that the more live-action remakes Disney shlups out like shoveled manure, the more amazed I am that Cinderella (2015) exists. It breaks literally every standard of Disney's LA remakes.
It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the original 1950 animated film, though it does include small references and homages to it, but only when such things can be incorporated organically into the story.
The creators understood and respected the cross-cultural significance of the Cinderella story. They didn't want to "fix" it, or add some wacky twist to it, they just wanted to make the best possible version of the Quintessential Cinderella that they could.
Everything that could be done practically was done practically. The carriage was a real, the horses pulling it were real, and all of the other animals (with the exception of the mice and lizards, since their performance was a lot more involved than the others') were real living animals, the lizard footman and goose carriage driver were wearing prosthetics instead of just having their animal features added in post, the Fairy Godmother's dress had little LED lights sewn into it so that it would actually glow for real, the ballroom set was built by hand and included real chandeliers with more than 2000 total candles that were all actually lit for the scene, and I could go on but you get the point.
There's a ton of attention paid to little details that make the world feel real and lived in. Ella's shoes are always a little scuffed and dirty. Her farm dress is faded and wrinkled. When she breaks down and runs away to the woods, she rides her horse bareback (which, once again, was a thing Lily James actually did, no stunt-double or editing in post), because not only is that something a country girl like her would know how to do, but it also makes sense that with as upset as she is, she wouldn't want to waste time with saddling the horse. When she's dancing with the prince, it's visually obvious that he is leading her and giving her cues because of course Ella wouldn't know the latest ballroom dances, and would need him to guide her through it.
Hey speaking of dancing, y'know what else this movie does that no other LA remake has been allowed to do (at least not to this extent)? ROMANCE. Land sakes alive, this is one of the most unabashedly and yet still tastefully romantic movies I've ever seen. Ella and Kit are just oozing romantic chemistry from the moment they lock eyes for the first time. It all comes down to the fact that these two characters both have the same core values of courage and kindness, which makes their admiration for each other feel grounded and believable. Richard Madden also really sells Kit's feelings for Ella with the way his eyes go all big and soft whenever he looks at her. And don't even get me started on Lily's performance as Ella. Her quiet awe that someone as powerful as the prince loves her. The timidity and fear that she's not really worthy of that. The selfless determination to protect him from her family's cruelty, even if it means she'll never see him again, I'm just-- *banging my fist against the table and screaming into a pillow*
Absolutely god-tier costume design. No notes, I think Sandy Powell's work speaks for itself. Btw, in case you were somehow still wondering, yes, Ella's ballgown is fully practical--those layers upon layers of dreamy silk skirts are real. CG was only used to brighten up the blue color to make her stand out from the crowd more.
Wicked stepmother was allowed to actually be wicked. The movie never tries to make you sympathize with Lady Tremaine, or shift the blame off to someone else. And her villainy is given an extra layer of depth with the reveal that she is a dark reflection of Ella. They've both lost people they loved, but where Ella refused to let her grief get in the way of kindness, Lady Tremaine became utterly consumed by it. She views the death of her first husband as a sort of twisted justification for pursuing all her worst impulses. She despises Ella for her ability to flourish even while enduring terrible suffering, for being everything Lady Tremaine was either unable or flat-out refused to be.
Also Cate Blanchet absolutely SLAYS in this role. Hands-down my favorite portrayal of the wicked stepmother character.
Anyways, TLDR: Cinderella (2015) is the only Disney live-action remake that can justify its own existence and that's because it actively defies everything the LA remakes are today.
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I'm sorry that the terfs made their way onto your blog but it does feel good to see you support trans people. Thank you for that
Always.
I think, charitably, that the discourse going down on that post is an extrapolation and over-focus on one element of the point I was making: that for me, determining with certainty that I was cis was a rather fraught process. I was presented with many alternatives, but underlying their imposition on me was the oddly regressive idea that the things I liked, the principles I valued, the parts of myself I was proud of were not permitted of women. My whole life I got smacked with the background radiation that I couldn't like being strong because women aren't allowed to be stronger than men. I couldn't like being loud and boistrous because women aren't allowed to take up space. I couldn't be a math geek because women aren't smart. It was all deeply regressive misogyny from day one, but I started getting hit with it slathered in a fresh coat of paint - all those assumptions still held to be true, but now there was the out that I could do all those things if I just wasn't a woman.
Concluding that the underlying bioessentialist premise was wrong was very important. Absolutely none of those statements were true, and were only ever maintained by cultural saturation, goalpost-readjustment when they were actively disproven, and the occasional bout of lying with statistics to pretend they weren't just Shit All The Way Down. The core premise that certain things were only permitted of or possible for men was bullshit, and I didn't need to surrender the gender I liked best in order to play in the spaces I wanted to. I could simply exist the way I was already existing. I didn't need anything else.
The misinterpretation is the assumption that this being true of me means this is everybody's relationship with gender. I turned out to be cis, so for me, feeling that holding onto my assigned gender wasn't allowed was distressing - just another invocation of the same bioessentialist bullshit I'd been dealing with since the preschool playground. This is because misgendering is fundamentally denying that a person has the right to express themself the way they want. When aimed at me, it says I'm not performing traditional femininity well enough to deserve my pronouns. The same disrespect is the root of misgendering when aimed at trans people. "Perform your gender to my satisfaction or I will confiscate it."
The problem is, bioessentialism is 100% ingrained into the terf playbook, which is why, for instance, all their shitty talking points about trans athletes eventually boil down to "no woman can ever defeat a man in any contest because we are simply naturally weak and stupid and there is nothing we can do about it" and quite frankly nothing disgusts me more than the defeatist acceptance of the very lie that feminism is dedicated to overcoming. Instead of accepting that the paradigm of bioessentialism is a false dichotomy right from the jump, they embrace and weaponize it against the people whose existence proves the dichotomy is a lie. If gender essentialism is fundamentally false, then it is nobody's fucking business what anybody does with their gender. If the lines don't exist, nobody needs to enforce them. And yet there the terfs go, hunting down people whose lives are none of their business and trying to argue that they represent some great and terrible evil, some downfall of society made flesh, something that makes it totally correct and normal for them to spend so much time thinking about strangers' genitalia. They want this to be a noble crusade so badly they won't even examine what flag they're flying.
I love and support the trans people in my life and will always, always stand on the side of your right to exist, but alongside that, terf rhetoric especially disgusts and infuriates me because it is, at its heart, utter cowardice. The world told them they were weak and stupid and inferior and they fucking believed it. And now they think Fighting The Good Fight For Women means turning around and using the same paradigmatic weapon that hurt them to hurt the people whose existence outside the binary proves the weapon is a lie. They're the same shithead schoolyard bullies who made me believe my entire existence was foundationally wrong for years of my life and I will never, ever side with them or the shitty, cowardly rhetoric that contributed to the loneliest years of my life.
Figure out who you are and do it on purpose. Find the real source of the misery in your life and try fighting that instead of the other crabs in the bucket. Trans rights.
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hot take ??
the only reason people say that "mafuyu and tsukasa have nothing in common" when presented with mafukasa parallels is because they equate mafuyu and tsukasa being similar to "tsukasa has depression" because the fandom equates mafuyu's personality to being depressed and nothing else.
it doesn't help that people (primarily younger people in the fandom) who DO believe in mafukasa parallels end up making the mistake of portraying tsukasa as depressed because as of right now he is not (although it's possible he was in past because of his Very Unclear Middle School Backstory but that's irrelevant)
anyways, mafuyu and tsukasa are narrative foils because their core personalities are built off of the concept of wanting to make the people around themâ especially their familiesâ happy.
they both developed personalities at a young age based on someone they looked up to. for tsukasa, it was seiichi amami's performance that inspired him to be a starâ a hero that could cheer anyone up. for mafuyu, it was her mother taking care of her that inspired her to be a nurseâ and you can see the similarities from there.
for mafuyu, her identity would first come into conflict when her mother expressed her want for mafuyu to be a doctorâ suddenly, "everyone's" happiness didn't match what she wanted to do, leaving her in a state of disorder and eventual depression.
for tsukasa, his identity was something he nearly forgot in its entirety at the start of the main storyâ becoming arrogant and fully absorbed in a hero persona, forgetting the kind person he truly is. furthermore, his current character arc seems to be foreshadowing that what "being a star" to him is going to be called into questionâ maybe it is something more than just being the main character that saves everyone.
their insecurities are incredibly similar.
in mafuyu's first mixed, mafuyu feels insecure towards ichika because unlike ichika, she feels as if her lyrics have no genuine meaning to be expressed to other peopleâ despite them being her very real feelings. this is brought up again in her second mixed as well.
in tsukasa's third focus event, something similar happens. when watching seiichi's performance, he thinks that his acting is "real" and feels inferior towards him, which is ironic because tsukasa has been method acting this whole time. when tsukasa is acting out rio or bartlett or really anyone at this point in the story, it's not just those charactersâ it's a reflection of his traumas.
just like mafuyu, tsukasa undermines his passions he's poured his feelings into because someone else's work is more genuine in his eyes.
now, then, foils have many similarities and parallels (and i could honestly list a lot more), but how i define them is that they usually have some kind of major branching difference that MAKES them foils.
for mafuyu and tsukasa it's pretty straightforward.
mafuyu's people pleasing behavior comes from external expectations and pressuresâ her mother's demands.
tsukasa's people pleasing behavior comes internally, from himselfâ if he can't meet his own standards, if he can't be the perfect big brother or the perfect star, then he is nothing.
and even then, there's some overlap.
tsukasa's behavior was indirectly encouraged by his mother praising him for being a "good big brother" over the phone instead of asking him if he was okay while home alone.
mafuyu's terrified to be herself around other people because she doesn't want to worry or bother themâ she doesn't want to be a burdenâ and projects her mother's expectations onto them, not realizing that they would prefer the real mafuyu if they knew the truth.
and the concept of mafukasa being foils is most perfectly and blatantly portrayed in these two cards.
mafuyu, the marionette, sitting limp on the floorâ puppeteered by her mother's demands and donning a mask to hide her true self.
tsukasa, the jester, standing above everything elseâ puppeteering silenced plushiesâ his feelings. he's not being completely honest with himself, and he doesn't even realize it.
mafuyu has cut her strings and ripped her mask in half. she has acknowledged her true feelings and expressed them to her mother, even if she had to run away in the end.
tsukasa has not yet cut his.
#project sekai#colorful stage#prsk#tsukasa tenma#mafuyu asahina#mafukasa#theres also obvious ones im sure you all know. like how theyre the sole sekai creators#or their designs paralleling eachother (color schemes of their eyes and hair)#or how theyre both connected to the moon and bunnies#and how theyre connected by a piano with a moon design thats only shown up in mafuyus 2nd mixed and tsukasas 2nd mixed... where they had#their first mixed events together#or how they both easily overwork theirselves#or how theyre almost always projecting onto other people as if their experiences are the norm#ex: tsukasa with rui in wonder halloween and mafuyu with niigo in main story#I CAN GO ON ABOUT THIS FOR HOURS AS YOU CAN SEE .#EDIT: HERES SOME MORE THAT I DIDNT REMEMBER AT 12 AM LAST NIGHT#theyre both connected to apples! points at tsukasa in fixer 2dmv and points at mafuyu2#literally all of their vocaloids parallel eachother.#wxs and n25 miku have a childlike sense of curiosity#wxs and n25 rin are based off someone that isnt them for the most part (saki and ena)#wxs and n25 len are both anxious and pessimistic (in island panic... wxs len has a conflicting pov from meiko and wants wxs to just stay in#the sekai instead of being stuck out on an island... which is kinda escapist as hell)#wxs and n25 meiluka have conflicts that are very similar. n25 meiluka represents mafuyus inner conflict between isolating herself and#helping everyone because she didnt know what would be better#and wxs meiluka is the conflict between tsukasas ambition and his fatigue#which is why wxs meiko always acts like wxs luka is a burden whenever she falls asleepâ tsukasa himself wont rest#not when he thinks it will burden other people#and wxs and n25 kaito are both driving forces in tsukasa and mafuyu accepting their true feelings#(although tsukasa is kinda not where mafuyu is yet i think you get what i mean)#EDIT: 5/22/24 I CANT ADD ANYMORE TAGS FUCK
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Fearless 6
PART 1 PART 5
Masterlist
"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second thing is how to win a fight." Your voice rang out through the shooting range, as Four passed guns out to each person. You caught the way Tris tried desperately to make eye contact with him. Trying to not feel satisfaction when he didn't look her way. "Thankfully, if you are here, you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that."
Christina chuckled a little before looking your way, "Can you teach us the tuck and roll? It was flawless." You blushed slightly at the praise, something you weren't use to. You nodded and laughed a little "You will all develop your own way of getting on and off without completely fucking yourself up over time. IF you pass, so stay focused."Â
"Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each stage. The stages are not weighed equally in determining your final rank, so it is possible, though difficult, to drastically improve your rank over time."
You watch Four as he stops behind Peter, a gun in his own hand, the same one everyone in the room is holding. "We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear," says Four. "Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."
"But what..." Peter yawns through his words. "What does firing a gun have to do with...bravery?" Four flips the gun in his hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it."
He lowers the gun. Once the immediate threat is gone, Peter's green eyes harden. You dont even try to hold in the laughter that bursts from your lips at his face. You were sure if the gun had been pressed any longer he would've shit himself. You only laugh harder when his cheeks turn bright red.Â
"To answer your question...you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you are prepared to defend yourself." Four stops walking at the end of the row and turns on his heel. "This is also information you may need later in stage one. So, watch Y/n." When he turns back to you, he winks before walking to lean against the wall next too you.Â
You face the wall with the targets on itâone square of plywood with three red circles on it. You stand perpendicular to the target with your feet roughly shoulder width apart. Holding the gun in both hands, and fires.
 The bang is so loud it should hurt your ears but they are dead to the noise now. "For a right handed shooter, the left hand holds the forestock, elbow pointing down. The right hand holds the grip, elbow pointing out, but not exaggerated." You explain while demonstrating what you mean.Â
You turn and fire a few more times, each time just making the hole at the center bigger. All their heads crane to look at your target, most in awe, while Peter just looks more pissed. "Its your turn, Four and I will be around to fix stances and answer questions... As long as they arent stupid." You say looking directly at Peter and then with a small smile at Christina.Â
Watching Tris try to shoot is.. painful. She has almost emptied the clip and hasn't hit the target once. While you're in a terrific mood (wonder why) you know she will grate against that. As you walk towards them you hear Will, the Erudite boy speaking too her. "Statistically speaking,you should have hit the target at least once by now, even by accident." He is blond, with shaggy hair and a crease between his eyebrows.Â
Hes struggling enough as is, he doesn't need to be correcting anyone. "Is that so?" You say sarcastically as you step between them. You lean to the side and look at his target, which he has only hit once. Looking back to him you try to keep your voice flat, it doesn't work but you tried. "Maybe you should worry about your own target kid.."Â
His ears turn pink on the egdes before he turns back, Tris shoots one last time catching the end of the target.. Barley.Â
She turns back to him with a smug look on her face, "Guess I got it". You scoff but before you can speak Will says "So you see, I'm right. The stats don't lie." Again you scoff, this time rubbing the muscle that connects your shoulder to your neck.Â
"Will.. Sweetheart... Your Erudite is showing.. Tuck it away for me quick yeah?" You say before turning your back to him and clapping your hands together once. "Tris.. You hit the target once.. Barley hit the target once.. If that was a person it would barely qualify as a flesh wound. Depending on how big their clothes are it wouldn't even be a flesh wound.. Do NOT get cocky. Do something half ass right because your angry does not mean anything."Â
Walking away from the two you can feel her eyes on you. When you look ahead Four is staring back at her, you roll your eyes before addressing the group. "In the field, the chances that you will be angry are slim. It is more likely that you will be scared, nervous or anxious. None of that should matter as a Dauntless. Your bravery and courage should overshadow everything. So when you do something in anger and it somehow comes out correct, don't take it seriously."
"Take it seriously when you can pick up any weapon and use it as an extension of yourself. Guns, swords, bow staff.. A metal pipe you find laying around, you need to be able to pack everything besides your job and your life away." You look around refusing to look at Four again, when you see that they all have finished the ammo that has been provided you dismiss them for lunch.
 You take your lunch break in Toris chair, the stinging sensation of your new tattoo present as the ink sinks around your thigh. Tori chuckles and rolls her eyes as you roll to your stomach to get it finished. Some would be ashamed, laying here in your underwear but not you. The finger bruises on your thigh bring you nothing but joy.Â
"So.. you and Four still going with this whole friends with benefits thing?" Tori asked while lining everything up. When the buzzing restarted it stung a little more than normal, due to the tenderness of your flesh. You nod and close your eyes allowing yourself a small moment of peace before having to deal with Eric who you know will be at training.Â
"I dont see why you two dont just admit you have feelings for each other and get together. Spare us all the long drawn out drama." You smile at Toris bluntness, she always has such a way with her words.Â
"My feelings aren't the only ones in this scenario, we both know Four doesn't like me like that. I'm just enjoying it while it lasts." You wait while Tori wipes your leg down, before standing up and handing you the shorts that will now be covering very little of your legs.
Tori looks at you incredulously "That boy has just as many feelings for you as you do him. Your both stupid. But I will be here, the ever wise old lady to hold your hands through whatever drama you both cause."Â Â Â
You laugh again, feeling free for the first time in a week. The feeling is fleeting though as Tori opens her mouth and asks "How is Tris?" Your face falls and you sigh loudly, "Shes making it hard. She cant walk one line, one minute shes practically hiding behind the others begging to not be seen. Then the next shes in Fours face yelling. She cant shoot but when she clipped the edge of the target she acted like she got a bullseye first shot. I don't know how to deal with her if I'm honest. Im not Tori Wu."Â
The dark haired woman in front of you steps up and cups your cheeks. "You are strong Y/n, you can do this. You have too. I don't know what but something is happening, you need to be prepared for it."Â
After answering a few more of her questions, all about the new girl you tell her you need to go. Really you needed to go ten minutes ago, but who's counting??Â
When you step into the gym you take a breath to apologize for being late. But when you see Four pressed up behind Tris, his fingers pressed against her stomach as he 'instructs' her you stay quiet. Instead just making your way through the punching bags watching. Stopping only to correct Al's stance, without touching him, before walking away.Â
Your showing your weakness by caring so much for him. That voice crows in your head as you keep walking. At this point you've been there a half an hour and Four hasn't noticed. When you stop next to Christina you can feel Tris's eyes burning into the back of your head. "You're doing everything right besides how you're making a fist."Â
Christina stops looking down at her hands before releasing her fingers and looking back at you. You smile and congratulate her in your head, if shes silent that means shes learning. Just as you hold your hand up to show her how you want her to do it you hear Tris mumble 'How many ways are there to make a fist?'Â
Taking a calming breath you slip into work mode. The mode that sets you apart from the others, the one with no feelings, no worries. Just a solid perfect work ethic. "Your wrapping your thumb around the end of your hand leaving it straight when it should be down. Wrapped over the first knuckle of your pointer finger."Â
Showing her what you mean, you watch her do it and see the annoyed look on her face. You laugh a little before continuing "I know its uncomfortable, but I promise dislocating or breaking your thumb is a lot worse. Plus once it becomes a habit you wont even think about it." You catch a few other students fixing their mistakes around you, which is encouraging.Â
"Next your stance is pretty good, but I prefer having a more solid base. You stand squarely facing your target, then drop the foot on your dominant side back and out to an angle, 30 maybe 40 degrees. You should keep your feet a comfortable distance apart, but the exact difference is a matter of personal preference. Some people are taller and can keep their legs further apart like myself. But your on the shorter side so you'll want to be closer."Â
The entire time you speak to her you show her with your body how to move. That small voice in the back of your mind is screaming about how you can teach without touching them. How that means Four wanted to touch her, he never touches people. You keep talking over it, trying to be the perfect teacher. Trying to show yourself why you are here.Â
"Now the last and most fun part." By this point over half the class is listening to you. Four has stopped walking around and is just watching you teach, but you're studiously ignoring him.
 "The first thing to remember is that the punch should go straight forward, rather than out to the side. The idea is to send your fist out and bring it right back to its original position, with as little extraneous motion as possible.If you flare your arm out, like in the movies, your target will have plenty of time to avoid or block the strikeâand you're going to leave yourself wide open to getting a punch in your own face."
"The full punch motion stems from turning your hips." After demonstrating again you watch as Christina does it, smiling at her and offering her a high five. You turn to watch the others and feel pride bloom in your chest as they all start performing the task correctly.Â
"Good job Tina.. Peter, Al and Will.. You are all doing well. Keep it up, that's how we work our way up the board." You saw the shock on everyone's face as you congratulated Peter, but you needed to be as unbiased in the 'classroom' as you could. If he failed it wasn't going to be said that you had it out for him.Â
You were not going to tarnish your reputation, because of some spoiled brat whose parents told him he was better than others. He would fuck up, and you would be there to catch him. But until then you have to do your best to treat everyone equally. Even Tris.Â
After ten more minutes you dismiss them for the night. Reminding them when they need to be in their dorms and not to go out without someone. You make your way out in front of the group, still trying to avoid what is sure to be an awkward conversation with Four.
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Boring part, sorry guys! Ill try harder on the next chapter!
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[New Jeans x Oldest Member! Reader] - #1
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Summary: Youâre the oldest member in NJ. With that title comes alot of responsibilities, from being the support beam for your (not so official) leader to protecting your maknae from rude interviewers. (This is just a bunch of moments of a very protective/warm Y/n.)
Warnings: sickness, fighting(?), protectiveness, cursing, rude people, etc.
A/N: Hey, itâs been a while. So sorry for disappearing for like⌠20 days..? Iâm back with another NJ fic because alot of people liked the bodyguard one haha. Itâs mostly platonic love from Y/n btw. Oh, and lil background info; Y/n's is a 03(a year older than Hanni/Minji) and used to be a dancer before being casted by Hybe.
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âWhat do you mean she has to come?!â
âOh god..â
Minji is furious to say the least.
Youâre currently holding a sick Haerin in your arms, rocking her back and forth. The poor girl has been feeling off for a few days at this point and on the day of an important performance, her fever had become unbearable.
Last night, Minji woke up to Haerin crying in pain and woke you up in a panic. Since then, 3 hours has passed and the girlâs fever doesnât seem to want to go down. Minji quickly went to call the manager to adjust the schedule while you decided to keep watch on Haerin.
âShe canât even stand straight oppa! You seriously canât expect her to-â
âListen Minji. This is an important schedule and the producers arenât gonna be happy if the whole team doesnât show up. As much as I want to help, itâs just not possible!â
âUgh!â
Due to all the yelling, the younger girl stirred awake. She stayed quiet, but it was clear to you that she was listening to the conversation.
âUnnie-â
âNo. Youâre not going to the festival.â You cut her off before she could say anything.
âI.. I can go..! Itâs fi-â Haerin fell back into your arms in a coughing fit. After a stern look from you, she finally sighed and snuggled into your chest. Soon after Minji came in - grumbling in frustration.
âI canât believe him! He-â
âHey, sweetie, calm down first.â You put Haerin back down on her bed, tucking her in.
âHow do you expect me to be calm?! Theyâre forcing Haerin to perform in this condition! To make things worse, the performance is in the morning, the weather forecast even says it could rain, and, and-â Haerin sat up in the bed, covering herself in the thick blankets. Her wide eyes looked back and forward you and Minji worriedly.
âWOAH, woah, Min, you need to calm down. Youâre stressing out Haerin here.â
âSpeaking of Haerin- you! Why would you hide the fact that you were sick?! If you told us sooner we couldâve-â
âKim Minji.â
The moment you saw Haerinâs eyes become watery you decided to shut everything down. Minji, realising her mistake, immediately stopped talking and looked away. You decided to grab her arm and pull her out of the room to talk.
After a few moments of silence, she decided to talk.
âUnnie⌠Iâm sorryâŚâ
âYou donât need to be sorry to me. Minji. I know youâre stressed out from all the schedules and practices, and I understand youâre just worried for Haerin. However, that doesnât mean you can let your frustrations out onto your members.â
ââŚâ
âI know youâre just trying your best and I really appreciate it, but you need to calm down.â
âI just⌠Iâm just worriedâŚ.â The shorter girl slowly came up to you. You hold her in a tight hug as she sobs quietly into your shoulder.
âHey, I know, itâs gonna be okay. Iâll give the producers a call, okay? Go get some sleep with Haerin.â
âMmph..â You wipe away her tears with your sleeve and give her a smile. Minji decides to give you a final hug and go back to her shared room with Haerin.
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#2
âNope.â
âY/N!!â
Youâre currently in a tiny meeting with the producer of a well known music show. Since youâve been in the entertainment business for a while, you recognized alot of their faces - including the fuming man youâve been arguing with for about 20 minutes now.
âHyeinâs 15. Iâm not letting you put her in that and thatâs final.â
âItâs just a damn skirt-â
âNope.â
âThe fans would want-â
âNope.â
âWeâve had other idols-â
âNope.â
âFor gods sake! This isnât about you! The stylists already prepared everything and we arenât going to change things just because YOU think âthe skirtâs too shortâ.â
This whole debacle started with a slight comment from Hyein. Sheâs preparing for a solo special stage on Music Bank, and you decided to tag along for support..
(1 Hour Ago)
âHey! You really came!!â
Hyein - in her tall glory - came running towards you, capturing you in a tight hug.
âOof- Hey bub, good to see you too.â
You give her a slight pat on her head, holding her tightly to your body.
âHehe, oh-! Have you seen my makeup for today?! Itâs really pretty, with jewels, andâŚâ
You watched as the younger girl went on and on about her excitement. It was her first ever stage alone, and you knew the amount of practice and effort she put on just for this moment.
â- and, and the jacket! Itâs pink and so cute! Everythingâs amazing - well, there is the skirt - but the dancers are just amazing!!â
âWhoah- what? What about the skirt?â
(1 Hour Later)
So youâre now in the waiting room, arguing, while Hyein is practicing in a different room with dancers.
You are extremely protective over your members, and everybody in the building probably knew that. A video of you almost physically fighting with a rude staff (that decided it was okay to threaten Hanni) went viral in the past, so the staffs were looking between you and the producer nervously.
It didnât help that your face was gradually becoming more sour as the man went on about âpleasing the crowdâ.
âWhat do you mean this isnât about me? Thatâs your excuse? Hyeinâs my teammate, sheâs our maknae, and youâre trying to put her in and outfit sheâs clearly uncomfortable in - for what? To appeal to disgusting perverts sitting in the crowd just waiting for a wardrobe malfunction?!â
âOf course n-â
âListen. Iâm not telling you to completely change everything in the crowd, all Iâm telling you, is to let our stylist change the skirt to the pants she already prepared just in case. I genuinely don't see a single problem with that."
"I-.."
"Unless you're one of the 'perverts in the crowd'."
"How dare y-!"
"I'll take that as a no."
You quickly pushed past the fumbling man - bowing to the stressed staff members - and let out a deep sigh to calm yourself.
You promised to help Hyein rehearse after all.
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#3
There is no doubt in your mind that Danielle is one of the sweetest human beings in the world - and you hate it.
Not that you hate Danielle, god no, it's just that you absolutely hate the people around her that try to take advantage of her sweet personality.
Thankfully, she has scary dog privileges (you).
"Um...haha.. really...?"
You were getting drinks for the group at the vending machine when you faintly heard the younger girls voice from the hallway. In your mind she was supposed to be with the makeup artist, so why was she here?
"Yes! I really, really like you Danielle!"
You dropped the drinks in your hands and sped to where the conversation was.
Near the bathroom you could see Dani gripping onto your jacket(she was cold), nervously smiling at another idol practically cornering her and... confessing his love..?
"I took a long time trying to build up the courage to ask you.. and I was hoping that maybe we could go on a date some time?"
"I'm really flattered... but.. um.."
You could tell she was uncomfortable. She was stuttering, trying her best to form a refusal, but you knew your Dani hated saying no - especially when she knew the other person would be heartbroken by it.
You hesitated choosing between stepping in and just watching until either Dani says something or the boy leaves, but that was all thrown out the window when he decided to grab her before she could back away.
"Hey."
The young boy visibly froze up at your deep voice.
He was tall for his age, but still alot shorter than you. He nervously turned around and the moment he saw your face he could tell you were not happy.
"Oh! Um hello su-"
"We need to prepare for the stage Dani. Come on."
You lightly slapped his arm way and pulled her into yours, quickly making your way to your group's waiting room.
As soon as the door shut, you were finally able to check on her.
"You okay? He didn't do anything did he?"
"I'm fine unnie! Thank you so much.. I just didn't know how to tell him I wasn't looking to date anyone... He's one of my new friends, and I didn't really want to lose him, and I didn't want him to feel bad - oh no! I just left him there! Oh, maybe I should go back-" The younger girl started to ramble her worries, making you slightly panic.
"Hey! It's okay! He's gonna be fine.. And Dani! You can't always say y-........ nevermind.." You sighed.
You definitely hate how her puppy eyes make you weak, too.
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#4
It's a casual day off at the New Jeans house.
Just like any other break day, you decided to take a long nap on the couch. Quiet, peaceful, and not a single soul wanting to bother y-
"Nevermind..." You sighed.
That thought was shattered into pieces when you woke up on the couch with Hanni on top of you.
You have a warm body in general and all the girls usually used you like a heater whenever they were cold, huddling into you like baby penguins surrounding their mother.
That included cuddling into your arms whenever they caught you taking a nap on the couch.
So when you stirred awake, you weren't surprised to find Hanni (Y/n Heater's #1 fan) lying on top of you, spread like a flying squirrel.
'Ah, who cares.'
You decided to just go back to sleep, right hand holding the younger steady just in case she falls like last time.
-
You woke back up abut 30 minutes later to find that your chest has gotten heavier.
You tiredly opened one eye to see that another body - Hyein - has been added to your napping form. You were honestly used to this by now, and decided go back to sleep - already expecting at least one more addition to the pile when you wake back up.
-
"Unnie..."
'There it is.'
20 minutes later, you woke back up to the sound of a soft voice calling for you.
You lazily opened your eyes to see Danielle standing next to you awkwardly.
"Hmm? Need somethin' sunshine?"
"...Can I join..?"
You stared at her in disbelief before letting out a soft chuckle.
"Yeah sure, might be a tight squeeze though- oof!"
The moment you approved she rammed into your side, squeezing next to Hanni. She was slightly hanging off the edge, so in a second you held on tight to her arms - just in case.
You let out content sigh while falling back asleep.
-
It was 4 hours after you started you nap when you awoke for the 4th time.
You opened your eyes to see two lumps on the floor next to the couch. Minji was awake, watching the TV on a low volume, while Haerin was lying on the floor with her head in Minji's lap - lightly snoring.
"She's practically purring, huh?"
Minji - slightly jumped by your voice - let out a quiet laugh.
"Yeah, she seemed tired."
"Hmm... aren't you?"
"I just enjoy seeing you guys like this."
"This? This is basically going to the gym. Have you ever carried 3 bodies on your chest?"
She let out a giggle.
"No, but what I meant is that I enjoy seeing you guys happy like this."
"Hah."
"Don't laugh! I mean it."
She lightly leaned back for her head to rest on your shoulder.
"It's peaceful. And I love it."
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Love y'all <3
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From my drafts so itâs late but:
Todayâs delulu thought is that Standing Next to You has too many lyrical coincidences to not be about Jimin.
𫣠I SAID IT WAS DELUSIONAL OKAY
You are free to disagree. You probably should đ¤Ł
I mean we know it wasnât written by Jung Kook but obviously the version he recorded was arranged with and for JK, and âleave your body goldenâ canât be a coincidence right? Like itâs the whole ass album name, plus a word that carries connotations of JK himself, which the ppl who worked with him on Seven must have known.
So if that wasnât a coincidence⌠then what about:
1. âHow we left and right is something we controlâ â a callback to both Left and Right by CP feat JK, but also a nod to Butter, a massive BTS hit and a song that he performs alongside his boyfie bestie JM.
2. âWhen itâs deep like DNA, something they canât take awayâ â a callback to another massive BTS hit, interesting. And *delulu warning* also reminds me of JM and JKâs extreme similarities that they themselves have referred to before?? Theyâre wired the same, they have the same sense of humor, they live and breathe for the same shit and even though they have some very key differences, they really do seem like twin flames (even if you just see it as platonic). They are similar in ways that seem braided into the fibers of their being. Like, in their DNA 𧏠some may say. *delulu warning #2* Iâm also reminded of Jiminâs Letter lyrics: âAfter all this time has passed will we still be the same? Just like we were when we first met.â
Also, âsomething they canât take awayâ is an interesting turn of phrase⌠more on that later.
3. Okay the real meaty part:
Screaming Iâll testify that we'll survive the test of time, they can't deny our love. They can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time I promise I'll be right here
[I seriously canât believe how closeted-couple-coded this song is]
First off, again with the Letter lyrics mirrored here with the âtest of time.â Then itâs got all this drama about being ripped apart and how it wonât happen and how theyâll be next to each other no matter what and that they have âsomething they canât take away.â
Not only does all that line up with other Letter lyrics, but it is so goddamn dramatic and for what?
Be for real, what straight couple in this day and age would have this much working against them?? The only possible explanations are: 1) within the fantasy world of a song I suppose this could be some sort of Romeo and Juliet/West Side Story motif, and to be fair the music video did have a kind of rival gang/crime family look to it? Sort of? With the men fighting below the stage? Idk. Or it could be 2) the fact that idols do in fact often have to hide even their straight relationships, which is wild to me. But I know itâs a thing, so. I suppose thereâs that. JK doesnât seem the type though honestly. I think heâd be even more open about it than V.
On the other hand, the lyrics seem SO fit for a couple who are a) queer, b) closeted, c) currently in/about to be in a legislatively homophobic military and country (am I saying that right? Lol) and d) internationally famous pop idols in the SAME BAND who are both widely regarded as heterosexual sex symbols and would be shunned by many people in their homeland AND internationally if their queerness were to be revealed, much less if they were truly an item and THAT news broke.
Whew. That was a lot but like⌠that would be a real example of a relationship that would be VERY threatened by outside forces plotting against them and trying to separate them. Not JK and a hot blonde model, not￟ him and a Korean actress, not basically any other scenario but a queer relationship.
Idk I know he didnât write it but like ??? What the hell is that theme? Iâm dying to get inside the mind of the people who DID write it, because are they or are they jikookers at this point like?!
4. Just for fun Iâll also point out the âleave your body golden like the sun and moonâ đ like. Okay. At this point the songwriters are watching Jikook compilations, drooling over @slaaverin edits like convince me theyâre not. CONVINCE ME.
5. âDeeper than the rainâ?! âThe painâ?! Alright Iâm not even serious at this point but ??? Rainy day fight đ§ď¸?!?! đ¤Łđ¤Ł
6. âStanding next to youâ oh you mean like⌠for 18 months? In a companion enlistment program? Like that?
Alright alright Iâm done but you get my point. What even is this song if not an anthem of jikookery?! Itâs more on-the-nose than Letter, more sneaky than Still With You. It wasnât written by JK but at this point Iâm calling that the songwriters are as delulu as me.
Hope yâall are well. If you made it to the end of this thank you for donning your tinfoil hat with me and I hope you at least got a giggle.
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Context: they are driving in a convertible (Max is driving), Bradley lowkey has an existentional crisis right before this scene, and Max snapps him out of it without even realizing.
"Powerline!"
Max voice was loud and excited and all consuming.
Suddenly loud music blasted from the speakers, shutting down every thought Bradley could have possibly had, ripping his attention away from himself and his thoughts, until there was only Max and his loud, goofy voice, singing (shrieking) along to some random song.
Bradley blinked against the whiplash. It was like being thrown into cold water. Disorienting but refreshing.
"Open up your eyes, take a look at me. Get the picture fixed in your memory", Max sang along, his eyes leaving the road for one short moment, brows wiggling at Bradley.
His mind was still trying to sort out itself, so all Bradley could do was to look at the boy with wide eyes, not even able to frown or complain about Max being an irresponsible driver.
Bradley kept staring, watching Max thrust his head back and forth, the boy's eyes concentrated on the road, not missing a single word of the lyrics.
"Some people settle for the typical thing. Livin' all their lives waitin' in the wings."
Wide, green fields passed by them, the sun standing high, shining down hot on them. At some point Max had put on sunglasses. His sunglasses! And Bradley was only noticing now.
"You gotta believe that I got what it takes!"Â Max's voice was peeking and breaking in a way that should have been embarrassing but the boy didn't care at all.
"To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"
He turned to look at Bradley, nodding his head so the Gucci glasses slid down his nose a nudge, reaching out a hand towards him and balling it into a fist as he kept shouting the lyrics.
"Till mine is the only face you see! Gonna stand out..." He pointed a finger at Bradley. "âtill you notice me."
Heat to Bradley's cheeks, ears burning and heart picking up a beat. Because of what? Because of a crappy song and piercing dark eyes?
Why did he think of Max' eyes as piercing? Why was he thinking about them at all?
The answer made him angry, and anger was a way better feeling than whatever he had going on only moments ago.
Bradley finally found his voice again.
"What the fuck, Goof!?", he shouted over the music, wind almost swallowing his voice. "Focus on the road! Put down my glasses! Do you call that singing!?"
Max didn't follow any of his commands, his voice now filled with laughter as he kept singing along to the lyrics, not missing a single beat.
"If the squeaky wheel's always gettin' the grease. I'm totally devoted to disturbing the peace."
Max was totally ignoring him, head nodding up and down as he kept driving, the car not swaying once.
"And I'll do it all again when I get it done. Until I become your number one!"
"Don't you ignore me!", Bradly shouted, but the glare on his face was wavering.
Max just kept half singing, half shouting the lyrics at him. The more Bradley complained the more Max struggled to keep his voice even, as laughter shook his entire body.
All the while, wind was tugging at them from all sides, blowing their hair in and out of their faces.
In his euphoria, Max was half performing to the song, nodding his head, shimmying his shoulders and pointing fingers at Bradley, trying to make him part of his ridiculous performance.
"I'm under a spell, I'm in over my head."
Max kept wiggling his brows at him and it looked so ridiculous that Bradley actually had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.
"And you know I'm goin' all of the way till the end- Get ready, Brad!"
Max drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, leaning slightly forward in anticipation.
"Pfft!"
Bradley shook his head, trying his hardest to keep from grinning. Seeing Max in such high spirits did something to him. His chest felt wider, his breathing easier. He stopped clenching his jaw and straining his shoulders.
"To stand out above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"
Max was singing at the top of his lungs now, hair blowing in the wind, Gucci glasses lopsided on his nose.
"Till mine is the only face you'll see! Gonna stand out till you notice me, yeah!"
And Bradley couldn't keep in the laughter anymore. He let himself fall back against his seat, arms crossed over his stomach, as he just let go.
It was ridiculous. He'd been pretty much questioning his entire life mere moments ago and now he was crying from laughter. He was crying for god's sake!
And all just because Max was singing along to a song, not caring if he was hitting the right notes, goofing off and making a complete idiot of himself.
This was a new low. But he really didn't care.
"Oh my god", Max' voice sounded next to him. He had stopped singing. "Is he laughing?"
Bradley turned to look at him and his vision was swimming. It made him laugh even harder, because it was so stupid.
"Do you need a hospital?", Max asked, stupid grin on his face, eyes jumping between Bradley and the road. "Are you feeling all right?"
Bradley wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to compose himself and failing.
"What?"
"This is the first time I hear you laughing without any murderous intent in your voice", Max said.
Bradley shook his head, not able to stop smiling.
"You're an idiot", he said, and he sounded horribly out of breath.
"But I made you laugh." Max shot him a satisfied grin. "I knew you would warm up to me."
"I'm just laughing at you", Bradley argued, but there was no malice in it.
He managed to stop laughing but his voice was still breathy. His belly hurt. His guts feeling tingly.
"Just admit that you like me." Max nudged him against the shoulder, eyes staying on the road.
"You're an idiot, Goof", Bradley said, swatting at his hand.
"Max."
"Huh?"
"Call me Max. I like it when you say my name."
No, Bradley didn't blush at that. It was totally the summer heat. And only that!
"I will call you by your name as soon as you manage to remember mine correctly", he retorted.
"Goof it is then."
Bradley giggled. He couldn't help it. He felt too good to care.
"You're an idiot, Goof."
"You already said that", Max glanced over at him briefly. "Also, you're a snob."
Bradley blinked, sitting up straight in his seat. "Excuse me? I'm not a snob."
"The snobbiest snob I've ever encountered", Max said, chuckle in his voice and grin on his lips.
"Take it back!"
"No can do."
"Goof!", Bradley warned, but his voice betrayed him as it trembled with suppressed laughter.
"Brad." The grin on Max' lips seemed to be glued on.
"Stop calling me Brad!"
"Admit you like me."
"I don't."
"But I like you, Bradley."
And Max' voice was soft when he said it.
His breathing stopped. For a few moments, Bradley couldn't do anything but stare at the boy.
How was he so bold? So carefree? So completely and brutally honest?
Heat spread from his chest and traveled higher. And this time it definitely wasn't the sun.
Max' eyes were constantly jumping between him and the road, searching Bradley's face, waiting for him to say something in return.
But Bradley couldn't. Not when he felt his heartbeat in his throat. Not when his tongue felt dry as the desert, his entire body burning with a tingly heat.
"Look at that", Max said, and at some point, he must have turned down the volume of the radio, because his voice was soft. Gentle. "Bradley has lost his words."
And somehow, Max sounded almost fond. The look in his eyes, the curve of his lips. It seemed all so honest and genuine, and impossible.
It made Bradley's gut clench in a half tingly, half painful way. It felt good, but it hurt. It was confusing, because Max was confusing him. Bradley was confusing himself. Whatever!
It was definitely too much to feel at once, and he needed Max to stop looking at him like that.
"Eyes on the road", he said, his voice way too breathy, way too soft.
"But I like looking at you more", Max said, not missing a beat.
And Bradley's heart was fucking pounding against his rib cage, like it wanted to jump out of his chest and right into Max' arms.
He could not have that!
He reached out his hand, placing his fingers gently against Max' jaw, forcing him to look forward.
"On the road", he repeated, voice slightly trembling towards the end.
Because there was the faintest scruff of beard stubble beneath his fingertips. Max' skin felt warm, the line of his jaw firm. Bradley withdrew his hand.
And his heart was beating, beating, beating quickly inside his chest.
"Also stop at the next store we pass", he added, forcing himself to breathe evenly.
This couldn't be happening. This so couldn't be happening.
Max grinned, keeping his eyes on the road like Bradley had told him to.
"As you wish, Brad."
And Bradley didn't have the breath to argue on the nickname, too occupied to keep his stomach from clenching, his fingers from fidgeting.
This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possibly happening.
He looked back at Max and his stomach felt tingly. He looked at him and there was heat everywhere. His heart was ready to explode.
It couldn't be. It couldn't be. He couldn't have a crush on Max.
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This is from chapter 4 of my fic Good Luck, Babe! on ao3
#maxley fic#maxley#max goof x bradley uppercrust iii#max goof#bradley uppercrust iii#a very goofy movie#ao3#good luck babe fic
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This thought struck me while I was driving and I don't know if it's a) tenuous at best, b) me finding meaning where there is none or c) possibly a thing. So naturally I'm going to throw it out there as a possible maybe-theory/foreshadowing.
As we all know, this handshake moment in the magic shop in s2 has the sword very deliberately positioned right where Aziraphale and Crowley's hands meet and we see the three swords in Aziraphale's back as he moves forward.
And when Aziraphale walks back to the counter and Crowley turns to watch, we see three swords now towards Crowley's chest - it's nicely and clearly pointed out with pictures in this post by @newfangledfancy
As many have noted, if Good Omens is anything, it is deliberate in its choices, especially when we're looking at something as obvious as this. What exactly it means, we'll no doubt find out later, but it certainly seems somewhat ominous and foreshadowing, with the sword down the middle arguably already in play with the separation of Crowley and Aziraphale at the end of s2.
My take? The sword in the middle is the breaking our two faves apart, the swords in Aziraphale's back are an indication of betrayal by Heaven (he still trusts they are the 'good guys') and the swords to the front of Crowley, to me, is indicative that part of that betrayal will involve trying to harm/destroy/get rid of Crowley.
The 'offer' to reinstate Crowley to angel status was such utter piffle (sorry, couldn't help it) because the Metatron knew he'd never go for it, but it also served another purpose; to lead Aziraphale to think he'd misjudged the Metatron (even if Aziraphale didn't really think that and doesn't have a choice about returning to Heaven, I do think part of him still also believes the system can be changed from within).
That extremely pointed, horrible look that the Metatron shoots Crowley just before he and Aziraphale leave the bookshop to go discuss the promotion (with accompanying danger music and all), you know, this one:
reveals to us that this performance the Metatron is putting on for Aziraphale really is just that, a performance. He wants Aziraphale to think he's misjudged him, I'm sure he was hoping he could convince Aziraphale to trust him. I think the angel is too clever to fully trust the Metatron, but what it does do is maintain Aziraphale's trust in Heaven and, I believe, the possibility he could make a difference.
So why the offer that Crowley could come to Heaven too? Yes, to entice Aziraphale but also, the offer makes it seem as though the Metatron has no gripe with the demon after all. It may be 'irregular', but he was willing to let Crowley be reinstated, it puts any notion of the Metatron potentially wanting to hurt Crowley off Aziraphale's radar (at least for now).
It's interesting too, in the 1941 magic shop scene, that the swords appear to be going into Crowley only once Aziraphale has moved past him, has his back to him. If I was following the separate, betray, destroy sequence of the sword set up, then I'd take that to suggest that any move against Crowley will happen while Aziraphale has his back turned, so to speak, and can you imagine the kind of fury that would unleash in our no. 1 angel? Coz I can and it is amazing! But I digress...
While speculation is fun (so, so much fun) and all, the point, the POINT of this rambling post was to say that if indeed that 1941 magic shop sequence is foreshadowing Aziraphale being 'stabbed in the back' and Crowley attacked in some way, it's not the first time we've seen a potential nod to that.
Look it may be entirely coincidental but I have to say, there is mighty similar symbolism right back in s1 when Aziraphale and Crowley are hit with the paintballs. Where does the pellet land on Aziraphale? On his back (and how, from where he's standing? Is there someone behind him??). And where does Crowley cop the 'bullet'? Right there in the chest.
I just wouldn't put it past this show to have planted the seed that early on. And look, if it's nothing of the sort, then they're just fantastic stand alone sequences. That's the greatest thing about Good Omens, if it was a Clue, then it's amazing and if it's not, it was still amazing. We simply cannot lose.
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SUMMARY: Yuji's picked up skating and Choso wants to as well - problem is, he's got two left feet. And that's where you, Yuki's extremely good-looking friend, come in. A/N: SINCERELY SORRY IF YOU GUYS CAN'T SKATE ice skating is a pastime of mine and grrrr Choso skating was doing things to me. Requested by the lovely @ash4ree, I hope you like it! WARNINGS: GN reader, modern AU where Choso and Yuki run a tattoo parlour and no swears this time I swear (whoops, one right there)
ââŚKamo, I think you better let me take over the cashier. Youâre really spacing out hard.â
âHuh - what - oh, sorry, Yuki.â The man shook himself out of his daze, running a tense hand through the untidy strands falling out of his two spiky buns. He takes the proffered thermos and downs a gulp of coffee, grimacing and opening his mouth to fan his tongue. âCrap, I forgot it was hot.â
âCase in point,â the blonde announces, gently elbowing him away from the counter. âGo get your lunch break, dummy. Youâre not helping sales if you just stand there staring out the store like a creep. Did something happen?â
Choso reluctantly peeled himself away and began looking for his packed lunch. âNot really.â
âNot sleep well last night?â
âNo, no, I slept fine.â
âWell, youâve been doing a pretty good job with latest customerâs tattoos, so it canât possibly be work relatedâŚâ Yuki tapped her chin. âDid you poke yourself with the a needle by mistake again?â
âIt was one time.â
âYouâve got that constipated look,â Yuki hummed and wished she had a camera to capture Chosoâs protesting, open-mouthed expression. âWait, wait, Iâve got it! Yuji?â
âWellâŚâ Chosoâs face softened, as it usually did whenever someone mentioned his younger brother. It was usually followed by a long winded ramble about whatever Yuji had been doing yesterday, accompanied by aggressively showing photos and rhetorical questions. Yuki was sure this time he had something else to say so she stuck around, but if he was going to start she was going to exclaim that she had to go somewhere important or distract him with the ever trusty âhave you put up the new tat designs yet?â.
âYou remember his friend, Megumi?â
âGojoâs kid? Yeah, I remember him; porcupine hair, grumpy face, about yea high?â
âThatâs the one. Anyways, he and his sister - Tsumiki, I think - took up ice skating recently.â
âRich people thing, but what does this have to do with Yuji?â
âNow Yuji wants to learn to skate as well.â Choso awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
Yuki raised her eyebrows. âIf itâs about money I keep telling you you can take all the tips-â
âNo, itâll be unfair if we donât split!â Noble as always was Choso. Sigh. âMoneyâs not the problem. Gojoâs happy to sponsor and all I have to do is send him off to the rink anywayâŚâ
âSo what IS the problem?â Yuki prodded.
ââŚI tried to go with him yesterday.â Choso groaned and put his head into his hands. âI donât know how to skate. At all.â
âYou can learn, it canât be that bad.â
âIt was. I fell down about thirty times, Yuji counted. I canât believe even Megumi is doing better than me.â Chosoâs face turned wistful. âYuji said itâs okay if I didnât go with him next time, but I do, you know?â
Yuki, unfortunately, did know. Choso was THAT dream brother, the one who enthusiastically got into everything you did. The one who never, ever missed a single important competition, performance or playdate in your life. The one who did his absolute best to never embarrass you (obviously he did sometimes, but only because he was so proud of Yuji). The one who if you said you wanted the moon to be hung in your bedroom, heâll hang the moon in your bedroom.
No surprise he would want to try and bond with Yuji with his latest hyper-fixation.
No surprise either heâd worry that heâd be making Yuji embarrassed that his big brother was such a klutz in the ice rink.
âItâll be cool to skate together,â Choso finished hopefully.
Briefly Yuki flashed back to the time Yuji wanted tattoos like his elder brother and she had to talk him out of actually considering giving Yuji real, permanent tats, compromising with those tacky but washable ones.
âBut even the staff there couldnât help me.â
Now, the imaginary commentator would bellow, may we be proud to present, Yuki Tsukumo here to save the day!
Yuki smirked and slung a hand over his shoulders, a grin too wide to not be sneaky. âDonât worry, Kamo! Big Sis Yukiâs got your back - I know someone whoâll be more than happy to help you if I pull in a couple of favors!â
âReally?â Predictably Choso brightened considerably. âWoah, thanks-â
âBut first.â Yuki pushed him away to loom over him at arms length, eyes narrowed, assessing. âYou havenât answered me. Whatâs your type?â
***
âHi Yuji.â
âMegumi! Guess what! Chosoâs going to be skating today!â Yuji nimbly jumped inside the car, practically vibrating with excitement as he plopped down next to Megumi.
âWith us?â The dark-haired boyâs usual frown deepened slightly. âDoesnât he keep falling though?â
Yuji smiles wide enough for everyone to see his missing tooth. âI know! Itâs so funny! But-â he motioned for Megumi to come closer, cupping his hand to his mouth in a conspiratorial whisper. âSomeone elseâs coming to give him lessons. Yuki-san told me so!â
âWho? Choso only has two friends and none of them know how to skate.â If Mahito, the creepy blue-haired man that the older brother sometimes hung out with did know how to ice skateâŚwell, neither of them knew, mostly due to the fact he was too creepy to talk to despite his outwardly friendly appearance.
âYou only have one friend as well, Megumi, and thatâs me,â Yuji said bluntly, blissfully oblivious to Megumiâs disgruntled attitude at that statement. âI donât know who it is but heâll be coming soon with them to skate! Thatâll be so cool if Choso made a new friend!â
Megumi flashed back to the time Yuji attempted to have the grocery store cashier âbefriendâ Choso, namely by having the both of them go find him when he disappeared somewhere in the freezer aisle. It did not end well but apparently his myopic friend didnât think so. âWhatever youâd like to think.â
âAw, Megumi, play nice! Iâm sure itâll be sooo cool if Choso made a new friend!â Up front in the passenger seat Gojo cackled, long legs awkwardly propped up on the dash. âHeavens knows he needs some. He canât keep babysitting you, Tsumiki, Nanako, Mimiko and Yuji and call you guys his friends.â
âWhy not? Iâm not his friend?â Yuji looks horrified.
âTechnically youâre his brother - ow!â
Geto, the exhausted-running-on-only-caffeine driver, retracts the hand he used to rap Gojoâs head with. âDonât act so energetic when you did nothing to help me send off all the kids.â
âHey! I helped Tsumiki get her bag and made the twins put on jackets and literally everything else you told me to do!â
âYou forgot to pack my gloves,â Megumi said flatly.
âI didnât see you driving Tsumiki to her book club or volunteering to help at Nanakoâs photography club event or arranging time for Mimikoâs ballet recital or helping get their snacks ready or go wash the dishes in the sink from breakfast, which not only did I tell you to do but itâs your turn.â
âSuguru, you really wound me.â Gojo pretended to choke on tears.
Yuji burst out laughing. âWoah, Gojo-san is really useless!â
âIs that any way to treat the man who assisted in opening your brotherâs tattoo parlor, young man?â
âGeto made you,â Megumi said again.
âIâm not listening to a snot-nosed brat who canât even tie the laces to his skates,â Gojo declared.
Geto steered the car into the drop-off point, clearing his throat to be heard as he unlocked the doors. âHeâs your kid, Satoru. Anyways, kiddos, Iâll be dropping you both here. Be good, donât do anything Gojo would and Megumi better be there when I come to pick him both up. If Chosoâs taking you both out to eat though, let me know or tell him to give me a call.â
âNoted with thanks.â Megumi exited the car swiftly, but not before gesturing rudely at his guardian.
âNow where did he learn that, I wonder?â Geto muttered, side eyeing the passenger princess. Gojo ignored him.
âBye Geto-san! Bye Gojo-san! See you guys later!â Yujiâs hand waves wildly as he hops off.
Gojo rolls down the window to catcall one more time, pushing down his sunglasses. âHey, kid, hope youâre ready to get a new sibling~â
âWhat?â
âSibling-in-law,â Geto corrected, and they drove off.
***
Yuki had told him some basic facts about you. Your name, your age, your job, for instance.
She completely neglected to mention how amazing you looked.
Choso was glad he had decided to throw in a little more effort into his wardrobe today, but he was still anxiously tugging at the collar of his black hoodie. Thankfully his hair was down as well today to hide his ears, which he had no doubt where even more pink than Yujiâs hair.
Because man oh man were you drop-dead gorgeous.
What you were wearing only enhanced what Choso was convinced was godly beauty. And damn, the way you walked with utter confidence as you approached him outside the rink, your smile brighter than the midday sun and and and - crap he canât remember anything he could call bright now that heâs seen your smile. Youâre going to put him in cardiac arrest or at the very least short circuit his brain when you walk right up and start talking in that sweet, smooth voice of yours.
What was his favorite type of music? Heâd absolutely say your voice now.
âHi! Youâre Choso right?â You cover your mouth as you shyly laugh. Whyâd you do that? Choso wants to see it. âYuki told me to look for a tall guy with longish hair and a tattooed face who stands there like he got off at the wrong train station.â
Play it cool, play it cool. And because the people he mainly hangs out with are kids he says, âYeah Iâm Choso. I like your shoes.â
âReally?â You glance down and laugh again. âOh, um, thanks, I guess.â
He kicks himself internally.
âSo, Yuki said you wanted to learn how to skate to impress your brother?â
âUh, yeah.â Choso nods. At least that didnât sound too weird. âHe picked up skating recently and I just think itâll be nice if we could do it together, because all I can do right now is, you know, sit at the sidelines sinceâŚIâm really bad at skating.â
âItâs fine!â You said enthusiastically. âIt takes a couple tries to get the hang of it, but Iâm pretty hopeful Iâll get you skating by yourself in one lesson - um, not to sound arrogant. Itâs pretty sweet you want to learn skating just for your brother, heh; you must really look up to him.â
âI do.â Yuji made friends so effortlessly and he was amazing at any sport he tried his hand at. Yuki could laugh at him all she liked but his opinion was his opinion. Choso shuffled his feet. âIâll be really grateful if you can. Iâll even pay-â
âNo, no, this is completely free, Choso! Donât worry, itâs all on a favor to Yuki anyway, so if anybody pays, itâs her,â You joke, waving a hand, gratified to see him crack a nervous grin. âSoâŚâ You plodded over to the rink, so steady atop the blades of the skates. Choso takes a little while longer, wobbling uncertainly, but he thanks his lucky stars he managed to cross over without tripping like last time.
âWhich oneâs your brother?â
Choso proudly pointed at the kid with the fluffiest pink hair youâve ever seen chasing his spiky-haired, brooding counterpart around the ice with the skill of an Olympics professional. âThat one.â
âOh my god.â
Choso panics when your hand slaps over your mouth and your eyes screw up closed. You sounded like you were holding back some really odd noises as well. Did he do something wrong? Oh no. âAre you okay? Are you cold or-â
âHeâs a little silly.â Yuki leans across the table, with a sly look. âIâm sure heâs got a brother complex, actually. Donât mind him if he gets really excited if you mention Yuji.â
âNo, no, Yuki didnât tell me you were this cute!â
âI-â Choso feels his face heat up like an oven and his mouth dries. âUm.â
You grab his hand and yank him into the rink. âCome on, weâll get you skating in no time!â
***
Truly you meant what you said. Yuki didnât tell you he was THIS cute and you were going to put her out of whack for it.
You had originally regretted bemoaning your fate of being single for so long already when you had met up with the blonde a week ago, because Yuki being Yuki she was going to grill you for a very detailed description of your type just so she could set you up with someone on a blind date. What a wicked friend - somehow she managed to set you up on one anyway, but you were going to let it slide on the fact that 1. he was really, really cute (not just in looks; so rare are grown men who want to do these things just for their little brother!) and 2. Yuki was giving you a chance to show off your stomping ground and potentially impress HIM, something you werenât going to throw away to get back at her.
Stay calm, stay calm, you chanted to yourself as you led him out to the rink. Oh god he was so cute and anxious gingerly moving like a newborn giraffe it made you want to- Focus. Seriously.
âTry and skate, I want to see how well you can do,â you said in what you hope was a normal, level tone of voice and not a representation of how you feel when he grabbed your arm to steady himself.
âUmâŚIâm scared Iâll trip and take you down with me,â Choso confessed, tightening his grip just slightly (it sent you reeling). âI accidentally tripped up Yujiâs friendâs dad once.â
âItâs fine! Itâll take more than some ice to hurt me,â You assure him cheekily. âGo on, try. Iâll do my best to catch you if I fall!â
âAlright, if you say soâŚâ
You glided closer to where he sat on his bum. âI mean, at least you managed a couple meters.â
âI did a split,â Choso groans.
âYouâre quite the gymnast,â you agree and offer your hand to help him out. He catches your eye and itâs all over.
âOH MY GOD! IâM - S-SORRY, IT - IT WAS JUST - JUST SO - JUST SO FUNNY - I CANâT - I SHOULDNâT - I SHOULDNâT BE LAUGHING BUT - OH MY GOD - YOUR FACE - â
âStop! Itâs not that funny!â Choso buries his face into his hands, pulling up the hood of his jacket. But eventually he succumbs to the humor of the situation as well.
The two of you garnered quite a number of stares as you both doubled over and laughed until you swore you needed stitches for your sides now. You both glance up, just for a moment and maybe sparks flew if Choso hadnât lost his balance and wouldâve face-planted into the ice if you hadnât grabbed him in time.
Now you both were in aâŚquestionable position, to say the least. He was half leaning on you, head smooshed against your side as you tried to maneuver him back to standing with suddenly stiff hands, like two waltz partners when one was dipping the other. Your heart was pounding and you wondered if he could hear it. His face was burning red; he prayed you couldnât see it. Two pairs of eyes locked.
âUm. So.â You broke the silence first.
Choso hurriedly pushed himself away, waving his hands frantically. âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! It was a total accident!â
Then the laughter explodes out again.
The commotion seemed to have gotten the attention of Chosoâs brother and his friend as well. When you finally straightened, wiping at your streaming eyes, you came face-to-face with two gleaming brown ones as the boy grabs your hand in a tight handshake. âHi! Iâm Yuji! You must be Chosoâs new friend and the one teaching him to skate?â
If Yuji wasnât on ice youâd bet heâd be jumping up and down from glee. âI canât wait to skate with him! Heâs so bad at it he can barely take a step without slipping!â
âYuji!â Choso canât believe it. His beloved brother. Betraying him. Exposing him.
âYeah, last time he tripped up Gojo,â Megumi adds. Choso could cry. Instead he puts a hand on their shoulders (he canât bend down without falling/being unable to get up again if heâs not holding something) and leans close.
âTaiyaki if you guys donât mention this, please.â
Yuji blinks and nods seriously, before turning back to a bewildered but entertained you. âMy bad! Chosoâs really good at skating! Heâs never fallen down before!â
Not like that, Yuji. Choso wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Since when were little kids this silly?
âLetâs go back to skating, Yuji. â At least one of them feels bad for him. Megumi skates off, beckoning for his friend to follow. âWeâll leave the lovebirds to skate themselves.â
âMegumi!â Choso gasps. He took it back. All kids were merciless.
You seem more amused though, giggling. âCome on, theyâre right. I said Iâll get you skating by today and skating you will be by today!â
âAlright!â
He couldnât help but beam back. You had that effect. Addicting and contagious. Anything but detrimental though.
âOkay, letâs try that again, but this time Iâll be right behind you, so grab me if need be.â
Choso nodded. âGot it.â
You watched carefully as the man slowly struggles to skate a little distance. He nearly falls, but steadies himself quickly. After a while itâs easy to spot the problem, so you reluctantly pull yourself away from admiring his form, however shaky.
âWait, wait, hold up here.â You skated in front of him a bit and pointed down. âSkating isnât walking. Try imagining a scooter or a skateboard, where one foot remains unmoving while the other propels you forward. Itâs not really an accurate way to skate but it worked for me on starting out.â
Choso tried not to get distracted by the smell of you and your clothes, concentrating on his feet. Think about other things, not the extremely good-looking person in front of you. Other things - donât fall - other thingsâŚ
He flashed back to the time he tried to teach Yuji to use a skateboard and fell into a ditch. Um, probably explained why he was so bad at skating.
âHey, Iâm doing it!â Choso excitedly let go of your arm and pushed himself forward a little more. âIâm doing it! Iâm skating - oh woah - never mind - ouch.â
âWell, almost!â You cheered, clapping your hands and mimicking confetti falling as you skated over to help him up. âYou did it! Now we just gonna work on your falling problem - I think itâs because youâre trying to go faster than you can right now.â
âItâs progress,â Choso says hopefully. He tries to get up.
âNo, donât get up like that, youâre gonna fall right down again. Put up one foot like youâre kneeling and use it to push yourself up.â
And so it went on, you directing instructions, tips and corrections to Choso while he did his best to follow them, occasionally sending your heart fluttering and your stomach twisting every time he grabbed your hand to steady himself. It was like your hands were molded to fit each other perfectly, you thought giddily, then shut off that train of thought. No! You both had just met! You were just here on a favor to Yuki! Nothing more!
âLean forward a little more - wait, no, not that much, donât fall for me again, haha.â
âJust relax your hands, donât keep flailing them.â
âCome on! Go, go, go, you got this! No! Donât look back! Pretend Iâm in front of you!â
But still, you couldnât help but flush pink at the jubilant grin decorating his face as he zipped back to you, hyped over his newfound achievement.
âI did it! I skated a whole round!â
âI know you did, congratu- oof!â
He tackled you in a tight hug, crushing your arms and your head underneath his chin but you didnât mind. Choso was warm, awfully so after you both had spent so much time in the freezing rink, but maybe that was just his personality. You melted, and it was like gluing a cracked vase back together again - a perfect fit.
Then Choso froze and let go, pushing back. âIâm so sorry! I shouldnât have done that, Iâm so sorry-â
âHey, no worries, donât sweat it!â You tried for a smile, even though the sudden loss of his hold left something aching in you.
He smiled again and you decided to be bold.
You spread your arms. âCan I get another one, maybe? Just to celebrate.â
***
âSo, itâs just you and Yuji right now?â You took a lick of your ice cream, eyes never leaving Chosoâs face. He was enjoying his own cone, although his gaze was trained on the two kids running up in front. âMan, that mustâve been rough.â
âWell, not too bad.â Choso wiped a smudge of chocolate off the corner of his lip. He didnât quite get it, so he tried to use his tongue to lick it off. You snorted at his expression. âWeâve got an uncle - my dadâs brother - Sukuna, heâs not around much but he sends us money so financially, weâre okay. Heâs a pretty busy, bigshot businessman anyway.â
âTHE Ryomen Sukuna?â Your mouth fell open as you pictured the scowling, towering, tattooed man you had seen in newspapers. âOh, wow, you just keep getting even more interesting, Choso.â
He shrugged, awkwardly smiling at the compliment. âHeh, not really. I didnât even know we were related until like after our grandfather died. Then he showed up. Heâs like the family black sheep or something, but Sukunaâs pretty okay.â
After Yuji and Megumi had finally gotten bored of the rink they had ran up to the two of you and immediately pestered Choso (mostly Yuji, Megumi just sort of tagged along) to get them food because they were going to die from hunger apparently. Choso had turned to you, with that eager puppy dog look and asked if you wanted to stay, ice cream would be his treat? Who were you to turn him down?
So thatâs how you all ended up in front of the toy store now, as Yuji dragged Megumi inside while you and Choso just sort of lingered around the front, poking through the products, getting to know each other better and wistfully remarking on the joys of lost childhood.
(He was such a gentleman - offering to throw the cup your ice cream was in for you, opening the door and even - gasp - helping you remove the straps from your skates.)
âPretty okay? He looks terrifying from his pictures,â you laugh. âI guess thereâs a reason they call his business Malevolent Shrine though.â
âDonât even get me started on-â
âChoso! Choso! Check these out!â
The two younger boys burst through the racks, Yuji grinning and Megumi not quite scowling as they held up two matching wolf plushies, one white and the other black. The Divine Dogs line of toys, if you remembered correctly. They were pretty cute, you had to admit.
âOh hey, you two are back.â Choso took a quick look at the plushies and raised his eyebrows. âDo you want them or something?â
âNope! I think you should get them!â
You nearly spat.
ââŚwhat? AndâŚwhy?â
âSo you can match with my new sibling?â
âSibling?!â Poor Choso looks confused.
âSibling-in-law,â Megumi corrects blankly, and points at you.
At once the two of you suddenly found the floor really interesting. My, my, who knew the cracks in the tiles would make such beautiful patterns. Hmm, a speck on your shoe as well.
âBut I think that's for after marriage,â Megumi continues like absolutely nothing happened.
Yuji frowns, then lights up again before shoving the plushies towards Choso. âThen you gotta marry them quick, Choso, before anyone else does! Maybe you could get matching tattoos or something, after the plushies! You guys were so cute skating around together, like a real coo-ple!â
âCouple,â Megumi corrected.
âWeâre not-!â
âUm, what-?â
âHey, can I be best man at the wedding?â Yuji waved the plushy at your face.
Choso wanted the floor to swallow him up. You decide to save him and yourself.
ââŚitâs too early for marriage,â You begin before Chosoâs panic instincts kick in.
âIâm so sorry! I apologize on their behalf, it must make you uncomfortable! Yuji, Megumi, donât ever say that, we just met and weâre just hanging out like friends-â
âHey, let me finish!â You lightly dig your elbow into his side, the corner of your lip tugging up. âItâs too early for marriage but I wouldnât say no to a date, if you asked.â
Choso bough the plushies after he finished fainting.
#Sunny's Works#choso x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#choso kamo x reader#choso kamo x you#choso kamo x y/n#choso fluff#jjk x reader
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Carmy x Gymnast!reader Headcanons
link to my masterlist <33
-I'm gonna start this off on a real note, yall are definitely like Simone Biles and Mr. Simone Biles
-Both of you have a strong drive for excellenceâyours in gymnastics and his in the culinary world. You bond over your shared commitment to perfecting your craft. Carmen admires your dedication and discipline, often drawing parallels between the precision required in gymnastics and the meticulous attention to detail needed in fine dining.
-he's definitely the type to almost get in a fight with a judge after you get a point off for slight mistakes
-and you can't tell me this guy wouldn't take care of your meal prep and such so you don't have to worry about it <33 (he wouldn't let anyone else be your dietitian and he'd be soo protective about it)
-I feel like you guys wouldnt have the problem most of carmy x readers have (him being at the restaurant too much) because when he's at the restaurant you're at the gym
-As you prepare for the Olympics, Carmen is your biggest cheerleader. He attends your competitions whenever possible, proudly sporting your teamâs colors and cheering you on from the stands. Heâs impressed by your performances and the sheer level of skill you demonstrate on the world stage. If he can't make to Paris, best believe he's breaking the no phone rule and is watching you 24/7
-Despite your busy schedules, you both make time for quiet moments together. Whether itâs a late-night dinner after your training sessions or a cozy evening in where Carmy cooks for you and you share stories from your day, these moments are precious and help you both relax and recharge.
-And do not think that if the USA wins gold, he wouldn't have a whole thing at the restaurant (golden cake slices, mocktails, and your routine songs on loop)
-Carm is incredibly proud of you and often shows it in not-so-subtle ways. He 100% brags about your achievements to friends and family, if you have a competition during a family event, he is not listening to anyone and is taking over the tv no matter how much yelling it causes.
-Heâll also create a special space in his restaurant dedicated to celebrating your gymnastics milestones, showcasing photos and mementos from your journey, right alongside his own and the restaurant staff's.
-When you inevitably face setbacks or injuries, Carmy is a rock for you. He provides comfort and encouragement, helping you stay positive and focused on your recovery.
-in total Carmen is definitely your number one fan, even when you were just beginning <33
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto blurb#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto fluff#olympics#simone biles#gymnastics#the bear#the bear x reader#carmy the bear#actually decided to make this gender neutral <33
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so ever since the quizzes came out and we finally got confirmation on what the hell it is that all the other contra-elementals can do, iâve been obsessed with the confirmation that.. Lasko is canonically super fucking powerful as a magic user, and specifically as an air elemental. hereâs why: (possible tw: mention of asphyxiation as it occurs across the storyline and the Imperium briefly)
in the first video where contras are really brought up - Audio RP | Catching Up and Hanging Out With Your Himbo Friend [M4A] - Huxley uses fire elementals and fire-contras as his main example for how elementals and contras compare: he talks about how fire elementals are great at producing heat, but it takes far more effort for them to be able to take it in, and even when they do, they cannot take in much. thatâs something that fire-contras are much better equipped to do, since thatâs their specialty.
we already know that specialists will always be the most capable when it comes to performing their specific branch of magic, and for everyone else, thatâs something they have to train and build to over time.
Lasko is an air elemental. air elementals are great at controlling air, and again, producing gusts, hurricanes, flurries of wind and such. it is specifically air-contras that specialise in taking large amounts of air in, and thus creating vacuums.
do you see where iâm going with this?
we know from what Lasko revealed about his past that, even completely untrained, he was able to completely take in all the air in a room - which he and his mother were standing in, so, presumably it was one of the main rooms in his childhood home, not just a tiny storage space or a cupboard under the stairs - Lasko managed to take out all the air in that entire room, creating a vacuum strong enough that his mother could not breathe in.
and we know that this wasnât a one-time fluke due to his powers manifesting, because heâs still capable of performing this ability, seemingly without substancial effort. in his very first audio - Audio RP | Nervous Air Elemental Guidance Councillor Schedules Your Classes [M4A] - Lasko mentions that he âshouldâve just negated all the air in the room to douse the flamesâ when Damien set his papers on fire, but this time decided not to, since he âcanât just suffocate himâ (referring to Damien).
also, if we want to bring the Imperium storyline into this, (which i understand that technically, President Moore is a different character, but letâs say that theoretically they would be at similar power-levels - since the only way to improve your magic is by training it, and both characters started from the same parentally-established-magically-restrictive-humanborn place, and spent presumably the same amount of time at the academy) President Moore is able to take all of the air out of a room and create a vacuum able to asphyxiate a person even âthrough a wall,â âjust as simplyâ (holy fuck). and, in addition to this, Vindemiator blatantly says âyouâre strong, Laskoâ as heâs pinning him. he has no reason to lie or to inflate (ha ha) Mooreâs ego, in fact, Vindemiator is very open with how much he despises Moore, so iâm inclined to believe the powerful demon when he admits to Mooreâs magical control.
but, even without considering the Imperium, i think itâs definitely something to think about. even just as an air elemental, Lasko is able to wield air-contra magic like itâs just a part of his natural skillset. Lasko Moore is a fucking powerful magic user.
- i would like to point out now that itâs entirely possible that Mr Redacted didnât have everything fleshed out from the beginning, and that Laskoâs ability to take in air could have originally been just a part of air elementalsâ capabilities, (and then with the inclusion of contras, things got divided and changed) but i think itâs fun to believe and theorise regardless.
in conclusion: holy fuck, Lasky
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted lore#redacted lasko#redacted imperium#tw asphyxiation#just to be safe#lasko moore#holy fuck#lore rambles#i fucking love magic systems
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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 7
As usual, canât guarantee 100% accuracy on this. Iâm doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.
Roger and I headed to our mission destination by train.
(Weâre runaway lovers that wound up at the village after having nowhere to go)
âŚThatâs what Victorâs having us pretend to be to hide our identities.
--
Roger: Because everyone in this village welcomed us so warmly, I was able to save my beloved girlfriend from starvation.
(Whatâs with the sudden change in speech and refreshing smile? Who are you?)*
Though relieved that we safely made our way into the village, I was thrown off by Rogerâs sudden transformation.
Roger: Kate, we will happily settle in this village.
Kate: Y-yes. Letâs be happy here, R-Roger.
Roger kissed my cheek, making my fake smile even more awkward.
However, Rogerâs convincing performance was a success and the villagers welcomed us with open arms, serving us welcoming meals one after another.
Woman of the village: You must have been nervous. Youâll stay safe in this village because our Spirit God gives protection to everything.
Man of the village: Ah, indeed! Those who believe in the Spirit God will be saved as he is the one who can ward off any disease.
Spirit God: âŚ
The villagers beamed at a man sitting in the middle of the room who hadnât said a word since we arrived.
(...This is the Spirit God)
(He looks around 50 years old? And looks like your average human)
However, as Fairytale Keeper whoâs witnessed evil up close, I now understood.
A humanâs outward appearance belied evil that dwelled in their heart.
(Even so, it seemed like stories of âdisease being warded offâ in this village were widely accepted)
(A mere human couldnât possibly ward off disease. There had to be some kind of trickâ)
Kate: Hm?
I felt a tug on my skirt and turned to see a little girl that looked around five years old standing there with a smile.
Blonde child: Is id nummy?
(HuhâŚher speechâŚ? Maybe itâs because sheâs still young?)
Kate: Yeah, itâs really delicious. Thank you.
When I thanked her, the girl smiled back happily.
This village was very peaceful and full of smiles.
It felt like a utopia where all things scary were removed.
âUnfortunately, there was no such thing in this world.
(Somethingâs up with this village)
--
Sometime after being welcomed by everyone, Roger and I finally found ourselves alone.
Roger: This villageâs so fishy itâs laughable.
Kate: Yeah, I thought so too. This villageâŚthereâs something going on.
The Spirit Godâs existence, in addition to some other sense of discomfort that I couldnât put a name to.
Roger: Letâs hear your point of view first, lilâ lady.
Kate: If what Victor said about an undercover police being killed was true, Then the villagers wouldnât be as welcoming to newcomers. It wouldnât have been strange for them to turn us away. But they were all so friendly. While I donât want to question their generosity, I thinkâŚwe should keep our guard up.
(Maybe there was something hiding behind all those smilesâŚ)
Roger: Yeah, I was thinking the same. What about you, Liam?
Kate: Huh, Liam?
(Thatâs right, Liam went ahead of us to gather intelligenceâŚ)
I looked around but didnât see him anywhere.
Kate: Liam, are you hurt or anything? Hungry? Â
When I called out to the room, only my voice echoed.
Liamâs voice: Hehe, Iâm not hungry or hurt. Also, Iâm on the other side.
Kate: Ah, sorry. Huh, how did you know where he was, Roger?
Roger: My ears picked up his heartbeat and presence. So disappearing on meâs useless.
Liam: My power and Rogerâs arenât compatible at all. Letâs move somewhere else.
With Liam concealing the sound of his footsteps, I was completely at a loss.
I followed Roger out to a place a little ways away from the villagerâs homes.
The moment we stopped, Liam appeared out of nowhere like magic.
(The power to disappearâs amazing)
Liam: Iâll tell you guys everything Iâve learned about the village in the past few days. In short, this villageâŚor rather, the Spirit God, is bad.
Kate: I thought so. How is he warding off diseases?
The most important thing was the trick that got the villagers to believe in him.
Liam: The trickâs simple. Heâs not warding them off, just giving them to non-believers.
(No wayâŚ)
Liam: The Spirit God poisons anyone that doesnât worship him or doubts him. Unaware of this trick, the villagers are deluded into thinking theyâre being protected from disease. Hey Roger, have you heard of Gracefield Royal Hospital? The man they call the Spirit God used to be a doctor there.
(Gracefield Royal Hospital�)
Roger: The hospitalâs been around for a while. Thereâs a lot of brilliant doctors, but a high turnover rate. Useless doctors were shunned and fired.
Kate: Youâre pretty knowledgable.
Roger: They left a long time ago and opened their own private practice, but my old man and his âcherished friendâ used to be doctors there.
(A cherished friendâŚ)
There was some warmth in Rogerâs voice when he said that.
Roger: With this, all thatâs left is getting physical evidenceâŚ
Liam: Ah, I also found a medicine cabinet. Roger can tell which oneâs poison.
Roger: As expected from our cat. Nice job, Liam.
Liam: Iâm glad everything went smoothly.
At that moment, Rogerâs eyebrows shot up.
Liam: âŚHm, whatâs wrong Roger?
Roger: âŚ
His eyes peered into the darkness.
Roger: âŚI can âhearâ people coming from all sides.
Kate: Huh?
Roger: Yeah, thereâs quite a few people. Is that how the villagers assemble?
Kate: Are we surrounded?!
Roger: Haha, looks like it. Well, weâll just have to settle this fast.
Apparently Roger intended to take them head-on.
Liam: Yeah, itâll be fine. Doesnât matter how many come at us, we wonât lose.
(Liam too!)
Kate: The entire village has roughly 200 people.
Roger: We can take 100 each.
Kate: Are you insane?!
As we continued bickering, I heard footsteps approachingâÂ
A candle flames floated in the darkness.
Roger: Here they come.
Man of the village: âŚI knew you were a threat to our village.
Woman of the village: And they have a friend too. Disgusting, how did he even get in.
Liam: Iâve been here the whole time.
(It was as if the peaceful atmosphere they had greeted us with was all a lie)
The villagersâ eyes were cold and I sensed that they were willing to do anything to eliminate any foreign entities within their sandbox.
They were like mindless puppets controlled by the âSpirit Godâ.
Man of the village: Spirit God, what should we do with them?
Spirit God: Seize them. I will use my abilities to punish traitors.
Roger sneered at those words.
Roger: Ability, huh? If you were a Cursed One, Iâd keep you alive as another on my list of precious test subjects⌠Too bad youâre not. Liam, go nuts. Weâll capture him.
Liam: âŚRoger that**
As Liam was about to pounce, daggers gleaming in handâ
A scream erupted in the crowd.
(What just happened?!)
When I realized that the girl lying beside the screaming woman was the little blonde girl who talked to me during dinner, I ran toward her.
Kate: Out of the way!
Woman of the village: What, donât come any closer.
I was pushed back when I desperately tried to reach the girl lying in pain.
Kate: Now is not the time for this!
Woman of the village: If you hadnât come here, none of this wouldâve happened, you disease-carrying demons!
I saw her raise her hand and braced myself for a slap on the cheek.
(...)
Roger: Enough. We had nothing to do with the girl collapsing.
At the sound of his voice, I opened my eyes and saw Roger holding the womanâs wrist.
Thank you
Sorry for acting on impulse
Please help that girl +4 +4
Kate: Roger, please help that girl.
Roger: Yeah, leave her to me.
With Rogerâs intimidating aura parted the crowd, allowing us to reach the girl.
Blonde child: âŚUghâŚ
The girlâs body was stiff. Her eyes were wide open and her limbs were twitching.Â
Kate: What do we do, Roger?
Roger: Based on her symptoms, it looks like tetanus. Itâs a bacterial infection from a wound that affects the nerves. It makes it difficult to open your mouth, and eventually, it causes muscle spasms and paralysis.
Worst case, those infected will have a hard time breathing and die.
Kate: No wayâŚ
Roger: Anway, look for any wounds on the girl.
Roger and I examined the girlâs body and found a scratch on her calf.
Roger: âŚ
Childâs mother: Spirit God! Please cure my childâs illness!
Spirit God: âŚ
The man they called the Spirit God started backing away.
Childâs mother: âŚWhatâs wrong? Why arenât youâŚ
Roger: Relying on this guyâs not gonna do anything. Heâs not some guy with special powers. Heâs just a quack pretending to ward off disease by poisoning people.
Man of the village: Thatâs impossible! Our Spirit Godâs a child of God granted with special powers!
Roger: Then why isnât he saving this child in pain? Why didnât you know she had tetanus until it got to this point? A false god canât cure disease, but proper medicine can treat tetanus.
Spirit God: Heâs lying! Tetanus cannot be treated!
At the Spirit Godâs desperate cry, Roger looked at him with pity.
Roger: Thatâs âcause the medical knowledge in that brain of yours is outdated. Thereâs a treatment for tetanus. However, practical use is a miracle and thereâs still some room for improvement.
(A treatmentâs been discoveredâŚ)
Kate: Really, Roger?
Roger: Yeah. Though only the privileged class has access to it and itâs not available to the common citizen at all.
Spirit God: âŚHahaha! If itâs not widely available, then itâs the same as saying she canât be saved! Ah, thatâs right. No one in this world can make diseases completely disappear. And yet, you all put your faith in meâŚItâs your fault for being foolish enough to put your trust in me.
Girlâs mother: âŚ
With one hand, Roger grabbed the Spirit God by the neck.
Spirit God: Urk?!
As he tightened his grip, the Spirit Godâs face began to turn red.
Roger: Did you never learn to let people finish talking while you were in your mamaâs womb? Sure, treatment for tetanus isnât widely available. But if you donât have it, then you make it.
Spirit God: You canât possiblyâŚ
Roger: As a former doctor, I can.
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*Here, Roger is speaking more politely and softens himself by using boku as his personal pronoun instead of his usual ore. Originally, Kate goes (Boku? [...]) but changes in JP pronouns donât translate well in English.
**Ok this time didnât resist using ârogerâ for äşč§Ł.
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would love to see your take on the recent laudna-delilah merge! i believe you've mentioned before that you found laudna stale (?) so i'm very interested to know if this feels compelling to you. i'm DISGUSTED and scared đ
I LOVE IT. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT.
In all seriousness my issue has always been that Delilah has for the most part been not just an unfired Chekhov's gun but like...a gun that occasionally thrusts itself into the hands of a major character who was designed to handle this gun and yet everyone including that character was, for like, the majority of the play, repeatedly saying "oh man it's that wacky gun again!" and really, the gun was way cooler when it was fired in an earlier play in 2017.
You can play a warlock without a complex relationship to their patron! Loquatius is a solid example; Elmenore and he are on pretty chill terms and he's mostly a bard and it's a story not about that aspect of him anyway. Zahra is another; she and Sirius appear to be largely simpatico! But if you pick Delilah Fucking Briarwood as your patron you best come correct, and, increasingly, finally, following episode 77, Marisha has and it's been great and it finally expanded into the rest of the party.
I love how quick Laudna is to trust Delilah on this even though she knows Delilah lies, she knows about the gnarlrock. I love how Imogen immediately stands by her and Fearne is inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, only to slowly, with mounting horror, realize (or, more likely, reluctantly admit to themselves) that this is Delilah's doing and that Laudna either won't or can't resist. Because that's the immediate threat - sure, it says something about Laudna's character and victimhood whether she is doing this deliberately, or whether she cannot overcome the compulsions from Delilah, and for what it's worth I think it's somewhere in the gray area between - but in the end it matters most that Laudna as an entity comprising both herself and Delilah is going to pull shit like attacking people in their sleep to steal magic items to feed to the evil undead wizard. She's more sympathetic if she's trying but failing, but in the end, if we can return to the (imperfect but not uncalled for) addiction metaphor Marisha has invoked re: Laudna, whether you drive drunk because you were in recovery and were triggered by circumstance and fell off the wagon, or whether you simply don't care, you're still drunk driving and someone still can be killed. Intent says a lot about your character but not whether you're a danger to yourself and others, and Laudna undeniably is.
I'm honestly happy with basically any outcome here. I think it will be narratively easier if Laudna doesn't really resist much, given that that's what she's been doing for 30 years and much of the campaign; foreshadowing is a complicated thing in an improvised medium but I think it's hard to deny that a tragic ending hasn't been well signaled. But I think it's possible for Marisha to thread the needle, particularly if she keeps putting in stellar performances like that one, to have Laudna snap and turn on Delilah. It's doing wonders for my thoughts on Imogen and Laudna's relationship too; finally there's some unavoidable tension and conflict to the point that even if they deny it that creates more conflict. I don't know if they'll overcome it, but I don't think we can have gnarlrock all sizzle no steak #2 this time. I think Imogen's going to have to make a stand of some kind, even if it pains her.
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Let's talk costuming: Avaunt!
So I think we can all agree that Aziraphale looks his most traditionally angelic in the Job minisode, no? In fact, all of the angels' costuming increases in drama for this particular episode. This is, obviously, a very deliberate choice on the part of wardrobe, so let's discuss.
On a technical level, the biggest thing that stands out to me about this fabulous robe is the draping. Oh, the draping. It feels like a classic angel 'fit because on a very fundamental level, it is. A lot of what we think of as angelic draws on Renaissance artists' depictions, with flowing robes, fluffy wings, and glimmering halos. In art from this era, there is a strong attention to detail on the natural flow of fabrics that makes Renaissance sculpture so breathtaking, such as here: (The Ecstasy of St. Teresa, Bernini, 17th century CE)
It's this ability to make solid marble look like fine silk rippling with movement that leaves such a strong impression in my mind when I look at these kinds of works.
In painting, too, there is a similar effect. Something about the material culture of the Renaissance really lent itself to this style, perhaps fueled by the rise in new textile luxuries that occurred in vaguely the same period. This is seen especially strongly for angels, such as in the sculpture above, and in this painting: (The Annunciation to the Virgin, Botticelli, 15th century CE)
There's a stark contrast between the dress of the two figures. The virgin Mary is no less ornamentally or expensively dressed, but her style is rather minimalistic next to the angel's voluminous robing. It paints a very clear impression of angelic dress, and the designers for Good Omens would have been aware, in at least a small way, of the art history precedence for such a thing.
The poof of the sleeves, the tucks down the front, the little belt with the train tucked in, the gathers, the weight of the fabric, everything about this robe is constructed to carefully recreate the rather fantastical imagery of renaissance art. It's not necessarily an easy texture to nail down, given that the artists themselves had no concerns of gravity, comfort, or the way it would look in actual 3d motion, while our brave costumers were dealing with all three as well as a budget, time constraints, and the constant consideration that white fabric just gets dirty so easy.
Here's some of the other angels as well, so you can see how theirs reflect those same dramatic themes.
And then, of course, when costuming a show you have a second question: What does this mean for our character? Or rather, we know how, but WHY did they make him look so traditionally angelic?
Well, thematically, the Job minisode centers around Aziraphale's struggle with being a good angel and Crowley's struggle with being a good demon. Aziraphale is learning how to be an angel that follows along with heaven as far as we can, and he's so terribly torn up about it. He spends a lot of his time fretting about doing what's expected demanded of him, even if perhaps he doesn't believe it to be the right choice. Natural, then, that he should look the part of the perfect angel whilst sorting out these ethereal woes.
Crowley even draws attention to it himself, giggling a bit at the suggestion that Aziraphale, with his fluffy hair and flowing angelic garb, could possibly become a demon. And it is a rather silly mental image; the garment itself would be comically silly in really ANY other context at all. In the same manner, his performance of angelic archetype borders on excessive:
He's trying so desperately hard here to be the angel he wants to and is supposed to be. He's dressed the part, he's using his big scary angel voice, but deep down he's clinging to an identity that doesn't quite fit.
(You'll notice in this shot the distinct difference between his and Crowley's dress on the level of silhouette as well as color. We see this a lot from the two of them, but with the points I made above it felt worth pointing out in this particular scene)
Here at the end, as he's coming to terms with the cracks in his heaven-given identity, his robe is largely in shadow, blurring out its startling whiteness. We do not see him dressed this way again. (He continues to wear white, obviously, but from here on out his style of dress mimics the human trends of the time rather than that classical angelic imagery)
#good omens analysis#art history#sometimes I am an academic weapon but only when it doesn't count#aziraphale good omens#job minisode#costume design#good omens#good omens costumes#aziraphale#michael sheen#historical clothing#good omens 2#also I love the little human touch of that little bend in his fucking sleeve cuff when he says avaunt#like that's a fully real piece of clothing that he's wearing not something animated and sometimes you just have to sit and appreciate it#it just makes me laugh a little#I'm sure someone somewhere agonized over it and wishes they'd fixed it but it just feels so human to me
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One Piece Film: Red and What It Meant for Usopp
Part 2 (TL;DR)
(beware spoilers!!!) | Part 1
If thereâs one fandom consensus that I wholeheartedly agree with, itâs regarding Usoppâs screen time in the One Piece movies. Heâs a scene-stealer and always manages to do something cool or worthwhile. If youâve watched the movies, you know exactly what Iâm talking about.
The movie I want to focus on is "One Piece Film: Red." This is the movie where Usopp meets his dad amid battle, and they do that iconic Observation Haki thing together. Itâs a scene I rewatch time and time again.
"One Piece Film: Red" is many things: fun, ambitious, messy, high-budget, and a wild ride. Utaâs character design was rad, and the overall vibe with the other characters was well-executed.
But in hindsight, I noticed that the movie did a lot of foreshadowing, especially concerning the final battle where everyone tries to take down Tot Musica. We see most of the Straw Hats with power-ups and battle moves that werenât canonically revealed until the Wano arc was nearing its end. Here are some of the foreshadowed power-ups:
Luffy: We get a preview of Luffyâs Gear 5.
Zoro: Demonstrates his mastery of Enma and Conquerorâs Haki.
Sanji: Uses advanced fire attacks, reminiscent of "Ifrit Jambe."
Nami: Shows her integration with Zeus, who finally gets to shine.
Robin: Showcases "Demonio Fleur," which she uses against Black Maria.
Brook: Utilizes more of his soul-related abilities, similar to his actions in Wano.
Koby: Even Koby had a bit of foreshadowing regarding his growth, hinting at his future role as a Garp-like figure to Luffyâs Roger.
Given all this, I wondered why Usopp didnât receive a similar foreshadowing in the movie. The answer seems clear: Usoppâs âpower-upâ or significant moment is being saved for a much later, possibly even more impactful, event.
Many fans speculate (and yes, Iâm using some âOda saidâ hearsay as a source here) that the people behind the One Piece movies have insight into how the series will end or what the One Piece actually is. If Usopp didnât showcase his Observation Haki in the Wano arc like he did in the movie, it likely means Oda is reserving his moment for a bigger payoff.
Consider the scene where Usopp and Yasopp perform incredible Observation Haki feats togetherâsomething we havenât seen canonically. Not even Katakuri could maintain such a level of Observation Haki for long. Thereâs also the part where Katakuri tells Shanks he can see through his sisterâs eyes, but only for a few seconds, to which Shanks replies, âYouâre not the only one who has Observation Haki.â It then cuts to Yasopp saying, âYeah. My son has it, but heâs too panicked.â
This interaction might hint at the unique potential of Usoppâs Haki. Perhaps Observation Haki users can link up with others theyâre related to, or maybe itâs just a matter of Usopp honing his abilities. Either way, the fact that this was showcased in the movie but not yet in the manga suggests that Usoppâs true power is yet to be revealed.
Another point that stands out to me is the conversation between Katakuri and Shanks. Shanksâ words wouldnât necessarily lead anyone to believe he was specifically talking about Yasopp. We didn't even know if Yasopp was aware of his son's abilities. Yes, the movies arenât canonical, but still, itâs intriguing. When Yasopp mentions that his son has Observation Haki but is too nervous to use it effectively, it raises questions. How does Yasopp know this about Usopp, given they havenât spoken in over a decade (if ever)?
What also stood out was the scene where Usopp is running and says, "If we only did something to Tot Musicaâs legs, we could defeat himâ (paraphrasing here). Usopp then stops, tells himself to stay calm, presses his fingers to his temples, and suddenly, heâs seeing through his dadâs eyes. Yasopp exclaims, "D*mn, son! You finally managed to link up with me?! Finally!â (Paraphrasing here). They then guide everyone on where to attack Tot Musicaâs limbs, resulting in a spectacular team effort. Afterward, Shanks remarks, âYasopp and his son work well together,â with a thoughtful and brooding expression.
None of this is canonical, but it makes me wonder about Usoppâs story in the main series. Does Shanks know the limits of Yasoppâs Observation Haki? Can Yasopp do things with it that even Shanks canât? Given Yasoppâs role as a sniper, it makes sense. In real-world terms, snipers use spotters to help locate targets and assess their surroundings. Yasoppâs Observation Haki might serve a similar purpose, acting as a âspotterâ for pinpoint accuracy.
Additionally, considering the non-canonical nature of the movies (last time I'll mention this), what if they have their own internal canon? In "One Piece: Red," what if Yasopp and Usopp had already talked before the events of the movie? Yasopp might have advised Usopp to train his Observation Haki and stay calm to tap into its full potential. Thatâs why, during the fight with Tot Musica, Usopp reminds himself to stay calm before successfully linking up with his father. Usoppâs smile when he realizes heâs connected with his dad, and Yasopp calling him a âknucklehead,â suggests a prior relationship and training.
This scenario could potentially work in the canon of the main story. It opens up possibilities for Usoppâs future development, hinting at a deeper mastery of Observation Haki and a stronger connection with his father.
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